Chapter 11: Angela Continues...

My affair with our PE teacher, Richard, lasted for about a month. I went back to his apartment two days after out first encounter and it was so much better.

Instead of pretending to work, I fell straight into his arms. We hit the bed in three minutes flat and we were soon naked and sweaty. This time he licked and chewed me to a frenzy and afterwards I took him into my mouth.

He liked doggy the best, Richard called my arse 'exquisite', and loved to fondle it as he hammered away.

After PE class, it was the norm for one of the kids to stay behind to help put away the gear. After our affair began, Richard selected me often. None of the other kids liked the duty, it meant you missed 5 minutes of recess. What they didn't know was that Richard and I would have a little grope in the PE cupboard. How we got away with any of this is a mystery.

The first time I was really scared one of the other girls would come back for something and discover us, but Richard made sure they left nothing behind. In hindsight, I think it was obvious I wasn't the first schoolgirl he'd played with.

One day he was so horny he got me to give him a blowjob, right behind the stack of rubber mats. He liked coming all over my tits then massaging his stuff into my chest. He'd produce a wet cloth afterwards so I could clean myself up, he thought of everything.

I finished the relationship when he started pressuring me to bring along a 'friend.' I agreed once and turned up with this girl Sharon.

Sharon was in my class, dark-haired and kind of shy. She sort of reminded my of Tee, being quite curvy round the hips but more bustier. She had a boyfriend but I think they were going through a bad patch. I knew she was no virgin.

She also had a crush on Richard and needed little persuading to come with me to visit him. I think she knew what was going to happen.

Richard fixed us a couple of looseners, that is, orange juice spiked with Vodka. I could taste it right away but I'm not sure Sharon had ever had alcohol before. It wasn't long before she was giggling away.

We sat on the big sofa watching the kids cartoons and making rude jokes.

"How come Yogi bear doesn't have a dick?" Sharon asked laughing away, "what are little boys supposed to think? He doesn't have a diddle so how does he piddle?"

Really silly stuff.

After a while Richard asked us what our 'first times' were like. I had to laugh and although I'd never told Sharon about him and I, I think she caught the little private joke.

Sharon told us that hers was at a party. She'd decided to sleep over with her boyfriend and they bundled up on a mattress on the floor. She said they didn't use any protection and she had to go to the clinic for a 'morning after' pill.

"So it was a spontaneous, passionate thing?" Richard wanted to know.

Sharon nodded, all embarrassed.

"You won't tell my mother?" Sharon added as an afterthought, "I've never told her, she thinks I'm still a virgin."

"Does YOUR mother think you're still a virgin?" Richard asked me.

"Nah," I said, "she thought I was doing it even when I wasn't. She's always putting condoms in my bag, suspicious bitch!" I laughed.

"Really!" exclaimed Sharon, "so your mum's really cool about it?"

"Realistic!" I replied, " she just doesn't want me knocked up!"

"My mum would have a fit. I think her and dad have only done it once, when they had me."

"So, what," asked Richard, " are they religious?"

"Very," Sharon said, shaking her head.

"And what about you?" he asked.

"Not any more," she told him, " too busy enjoying myself."

Richard sat between us on the sofa. He put an arm around each of our shoulders, cuddling. I noticed he was getting a hard-on. You can tell when he wears such tight 'trackies'.

Soon he and Sharon were smooching and whispering together. He turned to me and winked, saying that they were going into the next room for a while.

I sat there for maybe half an hour. I turned the TV down so I could hear what was going on and after ten minutes Sharon's 'uh, uh, uh's' could be plainly heard.

She went on and on, Richard must have really given it to her. My God, she was noisy, I hope I don't make that much of a fuss! After a while I was beginning to feel pretty fruity myself.

Eventually they came out. Sharon's hair was all messed up and she had this kind of dreamy but guilty look on her face. She must have known I could hear everything.

"Took your time!" I said.

Sharon just giggled to herself, unable to answer.

They sat back down on the sofa in the same order, with Richard in the middle. This time, however, Sharon was leaning into him and he had a hand squarely over her tit.

It was obvious from the start they were very, very keen on each other. They kissed and stroked each other incessantly, even when Richard was talking to me.

After a while of this, Richard started to get hard again. He tapped me on the thigh and turned to Sharon, saying,

"I hope you don't mind, I'd better take care of Angela!"

Bloody cheek!

He pulled me up by the arm before I could object and told Sharon he wouldn't be long.

"I'll be here, Richard," she told him.

I'll bet she will!

In the bedroom his tongue was in my mouth before I'd a chance to speak. He kissed me really hard and stroked my arse in the way I liked. I thought, 'what the hell, ' and kissed him back.

Then his pants were down and he was pushing me to the floor whispering, 'suck me.' He guided my face and pushed his tool in and out of my mouth so hard I was almost gagging.

Then it was 'pants down' and over the bed on my front. He pushed his cock into me immediately, holding me by my hips.

I was soon moaning, I'd been hot since Sharon and he had gone into the bedroom, but I felt used. He wasn't interested in me at all, only getting his rocks off quickly so he could go back to Sharon to play some more. I had the feeling of being yesterday's goods, it was dirty.

It still took him a while to come, I think he'd given Sharon plenty. I'm ashamed, now, to say that I DID have an orgasm sometime through it, just a little one. Richard worked his thing in me a little while longer, he did have a lot of stamina. Eventually, though, he came with a grunt and rammed his cock as far in as he could get and held it there.

I was spent, he was spent, but nevertheless he found the strength to go back out to Sharon, still naked. I lay there for a little while, pulled my pants back up and left. Passing the lounge, Sharon had her top off and Richard was stroking her big breasts, I left them to it.

Richard had hurt me, but it was a valuable lesson. Never again, I vowed, was I EVER going to be used like that again.

Two years later and Sharon's going to marry him. I don't know how they kept everything quiet all this time, but half the kids know. I think the Principal just turned the other way and, providing there was no formal complaint, and left them to it.

I'm sure Richard wasn't the first, nor the last, teacher to have an affair with a pupil.

Our school is generally more afraid of bad publicity than anything. I mean, for instance, everyone knows that becoming a member of the Astronomy Club is just an excuse to blow some dope at lunchtime in the observatory. You just have to look at the people who signed up, but I think the school takes the view that at least they're out of sight.

If I go to bed with a guy it's because I want to, feel like it and it's on my terms. Mum's cool about bringing guys home, she'd rather it happened at home rather than some guy's car or at a party. That way she can make sure I'm safe.

Guys don't believe you when you ask them home to have sex, a few back out not wanting to have to face mum. I figure it's a bit of a test. If they don't want to meet mum then they're not interested enough. In those cases, they don't even get to have a feel.

One exception is Jorge DaSilva. As Tee probably told you, we're having this kind of ellicit affair because he's married. It wouldn't be possible to bring him home, he wouldn't come anyway. We go to motels and fool around in his car.

Jorge's in his fifties and a successful businessman. His whole family own business's all over the city, including a club, which I'm sure is a front for a brothel.

When prostitution is finally legalised, next month, then we'll see what happens. 'Ladies for hire, full service guaranteed.'

I don't think the DaSilvas want to be openly associated with it, though. They're too mindful of the social stigma, they want to be seen as 'respectable.'

Jorge tells this story about growing up in the slums of Brazil and having to forage in the rubbish dumps. It's utter crap and people believe it because that's what they think of Brazil.

The DaSilvas were always privileged and always had money. There's plenty of rich people in Brazil. He was driven out of Recife for reasons I'm not clear about, but I think it was political. He said Rio De Janiero was too difficult to start from scratch in so he came down here.

"Better the big fish in the small pond," he told me, "too many sharks in Brazil who'll eat the little guy unless he becomes a big guy. Much more room in the pond here, I think."

Jorge idolises me, he prefers to think of me as his 'innocent angel.' He dosen't want to talk about my past, rather he likes to think he's 'educating the Princess.' For $300 a night I'd happily be a nun, if that's what he wants.

Tee says all the old guys want you to dress up like a schoolgirl. They want to pretend you're younger than you really are, that way they can get off with a little girl and not get arrested.

She says her Nick likes the same thing. She says he even wants to 'punish' her by slapping her arse. I told her that maybe she could negotiate an additional fee and she said that 10 bucks per whack sounded about right.

"10 dollars plus an additional pain allowance," I added.

"And clothing," she said, "if he wants me to wear special things..."

"Absolutely," I replied, "screw the bastard..."

"That'd be extra again," she laughed.

TEE CONTINUES...

It's now Wednesday and I haven't heard from either Rachael or Nick. I feel hurt at Rachael's remark that I 'wasn't as good, ' as Nick. Ok, so she was probably trying to massage Nick's ego, but still...

If you ask me, too many people have been massaging his ego.

Jonno rang me this morning, he's somewhere out beyond the heads making for port. He expects to tie up at the dock about noon and unload the catch by one. He wants to see me after school today on the 'San Marino.'

I kind of miss him. He's uncomplicated in a nice way. That is, he's not stupid or anything, far from it, he's just straight forward and down to earth, or water, whatever. Unlike Rachael and Nick, he doesn't have a twisted psyche.

And he's undemanding as well! He has few expectations of me, I like that.

He spends an awful long time at sea. He told me that with fish resources depleting fast, they have to go further out to the edge of the shelf to get economic catches. It also means taking advantage of any good weather available as the Southern Ocean is notorious for it's storms and high seas.

"They don't pay you for sitting in Port," he said.

I concentrate on preparing for my Accounting exam. This is THE one I want to get top marks in. I figure that after I see Jonno this afternoon, I'll have to give boys a miss for a while until the exams are over. That said, I'll have to make it worthwhile, I think.

Angela's all talk, now, of going into the callgirl business. She suggested I could bring my so-called business skills into the party. I told her that by law you have to be 18 so we'd have to wait until next year at best.