Chapter 2

Sid's digital wristwatch flashed 9:04 when he pulled up outside the Dunlap's sprawling Beverly Hills mansion, replete with a kidney-shaped swimming pool, tennis courts shaded with palm trees, and a guest house.

Today he would meet the girls, his two new students to whom he would teach French for two months before they left for Paris where they were enrolled in a private school for girls.

Unexpectedly, the door opened.

"Hi there!"

Sid Carter whirled around at the sound of the throaty voice, and gasped as she saw the beautiful girl standing not more than a foot from his startled face. At first glance, she appeared to be about fourteen, but as his eyes traced over the molded firmness of her breasts, pushing against the soft blue silk of her French blouse, Sid judged that she had to be closer to sixteen. Her long blue-black hair swept around her golden-tanned face splattered with a tease of freckles across her high cheek bones, one hip stuck out coltishly. She wore tight shorts, which revealed the enticing line of her upper thigh.

"Hello," he gulped, unable to take his eyes off her slim hips and perfectly shaped thighs.

"You must be Sid, our tutor?" she said rhetorically, extending her hand with cosmopolitan grace. "I'm June."

Sid clasped her well manicured hand in his, and was amazed at the coolness. It felt like she was wearing kid gloves, it was so soft.

"Won't you come in?"

He timidly followed June inside, feeling awkward and out of place as he stepped into the magnificent hallway of the sumptuously furnished house. June led him into the study, a room whose walls were lined with bookshelves, all filled in hard cover elegance. In the comer a globe sat in its walnut frame adjacent to the mahogany desk behind which a black leather chair sat emptily swiveled to one side. One whole wall was devoted to a geological map of Europe, and next to it, a window overlooked the swimming pool not more than a jump away. He gazed with interest at the map, then his eyes drifted to the collection of atlases on the bottom shelf near the desk. He was rather surprised at the wealth of knowledge and experience collected in that one room, so unlike the rest of the modern house... and so unlike garish Beverly Hills.

Instinctively, Sid felt that his tutoring job would change the direction of his career. Sure, teaching at the "Free School" had its rewards, meager as they were, and helping a ghetto child learn a new concept was exciting, but damn it! It was time he started getting some decent tutoring jobs... working for people with money, people who had contacts. He wouldn't mind having a classroom filled with Junes!

As he was waiting, musing over the map, his finger tracing imaginary trips he knew he'd never take, could never afford to take, June came back into the room.

"My sister's upstairs getting dressed. She's a late sleeper," June giggled, her hazel eyes twinkling as her wide smile showed off a row of pearl-white teeth and deep dimples crinkling her cheeks. She walked around the room, eyeing her tutor who stood stoically erect, his brief case under one arm while he stared, a bit absentmindedly and engrossed, in the map.

"Have you traveled much?" she queried, a maturity to her voice putting Sid on edge. Turning, he watched her stroll over to the window and open it, the material of her brief shorts slipping into the crevice of her rounded bottom as she bent over. Sid felt a rush of pleasure sweeping through him, his cock leaped in awareness and he could feel it growing along his leg. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and knead the enticing cheeks of her buttocks in his hands but just then, she turned around. He was aware of June talking to him, though the words were meaningless, and he dumbly nodded his head, his eyes reluctantly leaving the tight moons of her creamy flesh.

"You like books, don't you?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be. Sid nodded. "Have a look at these..." She pointed to a special glass covered case where a startling number of leather-bound books with ribbon markers, all obviously expensive and rate collector's items, stared back at him. "These are Daddy's pride... all first editions... some of them are signed." June knelt down and opened the case. Sid remained standing and sucked his breath as the girl leaned forward to point out the titles. He could see directly down the top of her blouse, to where the butter-colored tops of her young breasts pushed up out of her lacy pink bra. He could almost feel their tender softness and the warmth of the secret valley cutting between them. His prick awakened again, this time more insistently and he felt sure that at any minute, she would look up and see the tell-tale bulge. Kneeling down put an extra strain on the already tight shorts and Sid could just barely see the outline of the fleshy folds of her pussy. A tiny wisp of black pubic hair curled around the tight leg band of her shorts and Sid's eyes were riveted on the escaping fleece. His eyes burned in his head and he could not release his gaze from between her thighs, as if in hope that his staring would strip away her protective clothing.

His own groin was maddeningly alive with sensation, and he began to feel the perspiration breaking out on his face. The muscles of his thighs felt like cruelly stretched rubber bands and his stomach was a churning knot of tension. His discomfort must have been mirrored in his face for June looked up at him and said solicitously, "Are you all right, Sid?"

Her bright green eyes flicked over his trembling form, and rested briefly and a trifle daringly on the tremendous bulge of his cock, before returning to his face.

"It's just... too much coffee, I guess..." he stuttered, feeling as inept as a schoolboy. "When do I meet your sister?" Sid tactfully changed the subject.

"Oh, May... ? She's not feeling very well today. I'll go up and check on her... sorry to leave you alone down here again." Coltishly, she raced out of the study, and Sid could hear a muffled clump, clump as the lithe sixteen year old ran up the carpeted steps. In what seemed like seconds, June was down in the study, apologizing for her sister's absence.

"I'm sorry, but May isn't feeling too well... June wrinkled up her nose and cupping her hand to her mouth, whispered throatily: "Just between you and me, I think she's hungover from last night..."

"Oh... ?" Sid's eyebrows raised. "How old is May?"

Three years younger than me. Well, almost. She'll be thirteen on May first, but everybody thinks she's my twin because we look so much alike. Some people go crazy trying to tell us apart. But look..." June stretched out one golden leg and with her hand squeezed the flesh to show off a rosy red mark. "See that? That's my birthmark." She giggled coquettishly.

That tempting, teasing curl of black pubic hair curled out again from the tight band of her shorts and Sid stared dry-mouthed at the birthmark, a red splotch that formed a perfect rose petal on her inner thigh. Far from being a blemish, it resembled a rose-petal tattoo.

"I'm really sorry you drove all the way over here for nothing," the teenager apologized with a tilt of her head. "But if you'd like, you could stay and have lunch with me and I'll show you about the grounds..."

Sid's eyes raked over the succulent teenage flesh for a final appraisal, then nodded his head in acquiescence. "That sounds lovely."

Gleefully, June bounced off down the hallway leaving Sid to make his own entertainment in the thought-provoking surroundings of the study. He settled down on the leather chair, hoping to silence his palpitating heart, and gather his thoughts together.

Guilt... guilt was creeping in like an indestructible army of red ants, and his nimble mind quickly combated that invasion by a slanderous appraisal of his wife's pruddishness. He knew he was hopelessly attracted to this young rich girl of sixteen.

His mind snapped back to his wife. "Frigid!" he thought, thinking of the contrast of his wife's apparent sensuality and the actual Victorianness of her nature. Image after image of her timid responses flicked through his brain, each session of lovemaking terminating in a cold, unfilled letdown for him.

Still, he had to admit he was still in love with his wife. He was still attracted to her creamy, ivory-like proportions, her Raphealite hair and her Titian physical maturity. She only had to look at him in a certain way from those shadowy green eyes and he was ready to make love to her on the spot. All the humiliation of his attempts to experiment with her would be forgotten if she would just loosen-up and make love to him completely. That had happened once, and that coincidentally, was the night he became engaged to her. But it hadn't happened since, and their love- making seemed to cool to one degree above freezing.

When reality came back to him, he was surprised to see June standing before him, a silver tray in her hands with an assortment of dainty, crustless sandwiches, and crab salads.

"Lottie--she's our housekeeper--had this ready for lunch. I hope you find it satisfying."

They were sipping their tea when Lottie, a middle-aged Black woman collected the empty silver tray and disappeared through the heavy oak doors, winking to her teenage employer before closing the doors solidly behind her.

Nonchalantly, June sipped her tea, carefully observing her tutor, her eyes strangely narrowed to smoky slits. A sliver of afternoon sunlight shimmered through the window striking her blue- black hair at an oblique angle, the blue highlights of her hair disappearing into colorless streaks. In that sunlight bath she looked ethereally tempting, almost menacing.

Sid wondered just what was expected of him and he felt nervous, sitting so close to this strangely mature girl. Her heady perfume wafted over to him across the slender expanse of the leather sofa... an erotic scent that bespoke of worldly experience and sophistication. He couldn't keep his eyes off her legs where the shorts revealed all but the vee of her thighs. The superb line of her long legs tapered to a womanly expanse of thigh and the whole sweep from hip to ankle was exquisitely beautiful.

"I want to kiss you!"

Sid's mouth dropped open and remained there a second before he had the presence of mind to close it. He looked at June's face, but her expression was inscrutable, as if not a word had been said. For a moment, he thought he had imagined it, or perhaps he was still lost in the daydream of Sybil on that one occasion when she'd been open to his advances.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Again he looked at the young girl's face and this time there was no doubt as to the origin of the statement. Her lips were slightly parted and glistened moistly. Her hand toyed gracefully with the curve of her well-rounded hip.

Before he could speak, he felt her warm hand on his arm, and the teenage girl pulled him gently over to her. His first impulse was to draw back, but her hand was still clasped possessively on his arm and her face lay invitingly close to his. There seemed to be a magnet drawing his bead down to her's and a shot of exquisite pleasure darted through him as his lips touched hers. Her firm, yet plaint flesh seemed to burn into his and he felt he could go on kissing her like this indefinitely. His tongue slipped out and pressing against the unresisting barricade of her teeth, gained entrance to her soft, sensuous mouth. Her tongue rose expertly to meet his and performed a sort of lewd ecstatic dance, teasing and touching his own eager organ. He dabbed at her throat, feeling the ridged roof of her mouth, the sharp indentations of her teeth, and pushed at the back of her throat. Still she sought to swallow more and more of the feverishly drubbing tongue. Sid felt the buttons of his shirt being opened and then a cool hand was resting on his chest, playing with the dark curly hair. Shivers coursed up and down his back and he almost leapt up off the sofa in a convulsing reaction to the electrifying shock of her touch. Her tongue withdrew from his sucking mouth and tailed a path of burning fire along his face. Slowly she inched closer to him and Sid could feel her large, firm breasts pressing hotly against his arm. His prick was palpitating wildly in his pants and his balls began to ache from the pressure of his churning sperm.

Suddenly, her hand reached out and she touched the throbbing bulge. That's when he balked. "June... don't you think this is a little... ah... improper... ?" Without hearing her answer, his blood-swollen prick leapt to even more agonizing life, burning like a firebrand against his leg. Her hand never stopped gently massaging his tormented penis while her darting tongue snaked wetly down, over his throat and among the crisp hairs on his chest.