Chapter 4: Session 2 - Mr Green

My second paying session with Dylan Jones was to focus on Mr Green, my deputy school head and my English teacher and my real life master from 15 until I left school for university at 18. This is what I told Dylan about how Mr Green came into my life and what he did to me.

Being a respected doctor at the local private hospital, Uncle John was obviously an important member of the community, and as such had a seat on the Board of Governors at my school. One Saturday afternoon he arrived unexpectedly at my parents’ house with Mr Green, my English teacher, in tow. As we sat around the kitchen table, having a very polite English cup of tea and biscuits, John told my parents that he had arranged with Mr Green, my English teacher, to give me extra coaching to help me with my exams and hopefully get me to the university I wanted to go to in a couple of years.

My parents were delighted when they met Mr Green, although nobody asked me how delighted I might be. They told my mum and dad that, each week, I would spend one evening after school with Mr Green at his house, which might mean I would not be home till about 9.30 or 10.00 but not to worry as he would have things for me to eat. And possibly Saturday afternoons, either at his place or back in school, might be useful, plus any occasions when at-school activities might be of benefit. Mr Green was tall and slim, probably a year or two younger than Uncle John and my father, with grey hair and round wire glasses that made him look much older than John. A respectable man to help their daughter progress well in school and life, so nothing to worry about there my parents both commented later that evening, by which time I already knew there was a lot for them to worry about!

When John said he was going round to Mr Green’s house now to discuss another matter, and suggested that I might walk along with them so I knew where I was going in future and to get the lay of the land, so to speak, my parents both said it was a good idea and no rush for me to get back as we would not be eating until later tonight. I just knew this was not a good thing and already had a feeling that Mr Green was more interested in me than he should be as he stared at my nipples protruding through my vest.

As we had not been expecting visitors, I was wearing my usual little satin shorts and another spaghetti strap vest, just as I had when John had first taken my virginity a year ago. Like that time, I had no bra on, although under my new dress rules I was also not wearing any panties. I asked if I should go and change but John said no, it was the weekend so I should wear what I liked.

So, the three of us left my home about 3.00pm, uncle John holding my hand possessively, and headed a few streets along the edge of our little park where John and I frequently met for “pre-bed” playtime, as he called it, which usually involved me masturbating for him or masturbating him. It only took a few minutes to walk past John’s house and a few more to reach Mr Green’s house.

No sooner were we inside than John put his arm round my shoulder and let his hand slide down inside my vest to squeeze and lift my breast. “You will enjoy these” he said to Mr Green who was staring blatantly at them now, “But before we have fun maybe its time to explain to young Alice how this is going to work from now on.” He told me that Mr Green would indeed do everything he could to give me additional teaching and coaching to help me to achieve my exam and university ambitions. That news made me feel a little more relaxed about things, but not for very long.