Chapter 20: Indian Giver

Bob Best was very careful for the next couple of weeks. Little Leena let him know that she was ready to come to his bed any time he wanted and Priscilla, although less forward about it, was similarly inviting. Lucinda gave no indication that anything had happened between them but her normal reticence became a virtual lack of acknowledgement of his existence.

Leena watched her teacher carefully. If he didn't want to risk having her, she understood and as long as he left her stepmother and Priscilla alone too, she accepted it. Ravi was subtly pestering her while making sure that none of his friends observed him and Madhuri was spending every moment she could with her blonde friend. Leena was flattered by the older girl's attention and respect but she was still determined to get even with Ravi through his sister.

Madhuri's naïve, fourteen-year-old mind was flooded with new and disturbing information. She'd quizzed her friend incessantly about what she'd seen her do to Ravi and her questions had led to answers that simply added to her confusion. Leena talked a lot about Mr. Best, too, and the things he could teach her. Her friend didn't define what these things were except that they were similar to what she'd done to Ravi. It was all very secret because other people would be jealous if they knew what Mr. Best taught and Leena said she doubted that the teacher would want to teach a foreign girl like Madhuri.

And then the church schedule handed Leena an opportunity for executing her vengeful design. Some might say that it wasn't fair to Madhuri because she hadn't offended Leena in any way but Leena was so angry at Ravi that the effect on her friend was secondary. And anyway, Madhuri was going to have to marry some old guy in India so she'd be better off if the marriage got cancelled.

It was not only the church schedule that pleased Leena. It was also her friend's menstrual schedule. Madhuri had just finished her period and, in Leena's mis-educated mind, that meant that she was at the most vulnerable point in her cycle. It wasn't like it had been in her own case when Mr. Best had made love to her at the mid-point of her cycle. Maybe then she'd really get revenge on Ravi.

The joint Retreat with the Middleville congregation was an annual affair. Everyone sixteen years and older attended except for those who had to remain behind to care for the younger children and the infirm. Leena was excluded because of her age but since Bob Best was only an occasional attendee at services, he was a natural caregiver. And nobody would suspect that a schoolteacher like he would take advantage of his position and have improper relations with a schoolgirl, especially one barely into her teens.

The new family in the congregation, Ravi's family, were also invited. Ravi didn't really want to go and suggested that he should stay home and care for his fourteen-year-old sister. For a day or so it looked like that would be the solution but then Leena suggested that Madhuri could stay with her and the schoolteacher, Mr. Best could look after both of them. Madhuri's parents agreed with alacrity, never dreaming of how their precious daughter would be taken care of.

"You gotta fuck her Mr. Best. You gotta!" It was Friday night and Madhuri was in Leena's bed but Leena was in Bob Best's bedroom. She was wearing only a shorty nightgown and she had her hand on her teacher's rock-hard tool. "I want you to do me too, but you gotta do her first. Willya?"

Bob had been drinking all evening while he watched the two schoolgirls he was caring for. The younger one's firm, shapely body appealed to him but the dark girl's plump, busty softness also appealed, especially since he had not yet sampled her delightful charms. Her appeal was heightened by her timid deference to whatever he said or did.

"I'll get her ready for you, Mr. Best. Just wait and listen and when you hear me go to the bathroom, you go to my bedroom. I bet she'll letcha do whatever you want."

Madhuri was extremely naive, innocent to the core. Her parents were already faithful members of Reverend Wilson's church. The idea of what was right and what was wrong was preached into her system every Sunday, backed up by numerous Bible verses.

Leena had gone to sleep almost as soon as she got in bed beside the bigger, older girl. Then she'd snuggled closer, pushing her thigh between Madhuri's and causing both nighties to slide up so that they were naked belly to naked belly. Madhuri was getting a warm feeling in her belly like she had when she'd seen Leena playing with Ravi's private part and she began to slide her hand up under the other girl's nightie. She heard Leena groan something and she jerked her hand back down to her side, scared to death that she had awakened and knew what she was doing. Her heart was pounding so hard it thrummed in her ears. Leena groaned again, only this time Madhuri thought she heard formed words. It sounded like she had said, "feel me."

Leena was pretending to talk in her sleep so it came out, "fuuuuuume." She shifted in her feigned sleep to her stomach and let her arm flop over onto the older girl. Madhuri didn't move. Leena's arm was over her bare hip, her hand under the high-riding hem of her nightie. Seconds went by, long seconds. She silently begged her friend to accidentally touch her more and as if she heard her prayer, Leena moved her hand up under her nightie and directly over her breast, palm down. Madhuri's breathing stopped. And then it sped out of control. Her nipple was so sensitive she wanted to scream. Heat rushed up her body. The tingling that began where Leena's palm touched the point of her nipple shot out in all directions, darting about wildly until she almost couldn't bear it. She'd never felt anything like this before. She now knew why Ravi's expression had been so euphoric. She also knew that Leena knew she was awake but it was easier to pretend this was happening in their sleep.

Madhuri's innocent teenage morals had been thoroughly bathed in religious waters. She had warring thoughts of right and wrong swirling in her head. It felt so incredibly good to have her breast touched but it was wrong, wasn't it? This wasn't something "good" girls would do. She wasn't able to understand why her body was reacting this way to something that was supposedly wrong but it seemed to prove what Leena had said. What she'd done to Ravi had been wonderful for him and Madhuri wondered what Mr. Best did for Leena that was also so wonderful. More seconds crept by as the plump girl luxuriated in the warm feelings that radiated outward from her soft breasts which her friend was squeezing and then, without a word Leena was slipping out of bed and out of the bedroom.

At first the Indian girl imagined that her friend was going to the bathroom, but some minutes later when she hadn't returned she let panic conjure up all sorts of conclusions. She was in Mr. Best's room telling him what they'd been doing, wasn't she? Madhuri tossed about in the bed, sure Leena was telling on her

When the door finally creaked open and Mr. Best peeked in, Madhuri was sure her conclusion was correct. Leena had told on her. Guilt washed over her like a baptismal dunking. Mr. Best never turned on the light. He walked through the dark room slowly, deliberately, with eerie precision, and she watched him. There was nothing she could do. He stood over the bed looking at her and then he sat down on the edge. His weight made her body shift towards him. She couldn't help it. Her hip met his muscled thigh. She froze with the contact.

She tried to pretend sleep but it was no use, she was sure the gasp she had made when our bodies touched gave me away. "Where did Leena go," she asked, feigning a sleepy voice although she was as awake at that moment as she'd ever been in her whole life.

"She's asleep in my bed, Madhuri. She told me that you seemed lonely and afraid and she asked me to come in and comfort you."

The naïve Indian girl lay there tensely as the man's hand began to caress her hair in long strokes. "You're a very pretty girl, Maddy. A lovely girl. I'm so glad you're staying here with us."

Madhuri felt paralyzed. Nobody had ever called her Maddy before and it was a secret bond now with her schoolteacher. She remained quiet. She could feel, she could hear, she could see, but she couldn't react. The man never stopped speaking in his deep, gentle voice. It was a mantra of soft, quiet words dedicated to her beauty. She quit listening to the words and only heard the hymned rhythm as her eyes sluggishly shut.

When the man's hand moved from her hair, she hardly noticed. She was caught up in the hypnotizing hum of his voice. When his fingertips inched down her breast and snagged on her distended nipple, her eyes shot open in a fixed stare. And still he didn't quit. Over and over he told her how beautiful she was. Her hands were clenched in tight fists and her fingernails dug into her palms. A voice in her head shouted at her "this is wrong" but she remained immobile in stony silence.

Bob's big hand hefted her soft, heavy left breast and tenderly massaged it. He released it then and left only his palm to touch the very tip of her nipple. The fires of hell surged through her and she shuddered from it. And still he murmured on. "You have a perfect body, Maddy. You're made for love." He flattened his hand on her bulging stomach and let his middle finger dance around her belly button. It didn't tickle as much as enhanced the warmth that radiated out from her swollen breasts.

His fingertip pushed at her belly, moving lower to the hair-crowned mons. "So lovely, Maddy. So beautiful and lovely," his litanous song continued. He lightly stroked his fingers through her pubic hair that had recently started growing. His fingers inched right to the spot that was burning.

Madhuri's heart raced. She felt feverish. A slight buzzing vibrated in her ears. Her breathing was disjointed. She remained still. Scared. Excited. Anxious. Violated. But motionless.

Bob's hand flattened against the girl's privates and his middle finger again led the way. It jabbed at her tightness and tunneled its way inside. He dug until he hit that itchy spot. "You're so sweet, Maddy. So wet... so slippery... so ready," he crooned but in her innocence the fourteen year old girl didn't understand.

On and on went the man's words of how beautiful she was, how lovely, how good. She wanted to believe him. And on and on went his touching, soft, gentle and deliberately slow. Something was building inside of her. It was climbing, growing, becoming bigger and making her breathless. She wanted it to stop but she needed it to go on. She started to panic. She couldn't breathe. He continued to draw tiny circles. She tried to speak, she tried to tell him she couldn't breathe, that she was burning, that what he was doing was wrong, but all that came out was short puffs of air.

The feeling exploded over her with tiny bursts spiraling to her toes. The man's finger stopped, and pressed tightly against her. She felt little spasms fighting back at his finger, wave after wave that peaked, and then flittered out into her body, and finally died out. Her body went limp from exhaustion.

"You're so beautiful, Maddy. So wonderful," he whispered as he removed his hand and stood. The distraught girl watched him walk to the door, and then turn to her.

She was mortified. Flushed with shame. She had lain there, not moving, not complaining, and just letting him touch her. She knew how wrong it was for him to do that despite what Leena said and her friend's words didn't stop guilt from creeping over her like uncontained ivy. And then Mr. Best turned away from the door and returned to the bed.

"It's not right to leave you like this, Maddy. It's not right," and he sat down beside her, pushing the sheet down and uncovering her plump, busty body.Bob took a trembling breath, as he looked down at the naked, semi-conscious young woman on the bed. He had just finished giving her an orgasm, her first ever, with his hand. Now, as he sat beside the lovely youngster he took the opportunity to take a few deep, steadying breaths. His hand stroked her swollen labia, petting her like a small, vulnerable kitten. He fondled her large breasts with the other hand, marveling at their pliant fleshiness.