Chapter 15: Springing the Trap

Monday brought more bad news ... at least as far as my sexual satisfaction was concerned. I heard first that Juanita was returning to the Philippines due apparently to a work visa problem.

Then at noon Deepa informed me that she and Rhaina had to go live with relatives in a city some distance away. Their father had found out about his wife and Guru and Guru too was being sent away. The ongoing state of the marriage was uncertain.

I was not facing a total drought however. Aki and her daughter Fuyu were sometimes available as was Mrs. Whittier. Julia too let me know that she welcomed further intimacies but I was nervous, extremely nervous about continuing that dangerous liaison. Was it time to set up my equally amoral co-teacher and enjoy her demonstrably skilled sexual favours? How best could I do it?

I was also being tempted by my fifteen year old grade nine student, Christine Hansen. She seemed uncharacteristically timid for a Scandinavian and seldom raised her eyes to mine even when we talked. She was taller than her classmates and her breasts easily met the Pratt's Harbour standard for nubile females. But I could see that she was not close to any of her fellow students and it puzzled me. She was certainly sexually appealing, especially considering my penchant for underage nubiles but her timidity and shyness exhibited an innocence that even this lecher was reluctant to seek to overcome.

Neither of her parents had come to see me after the last progress tests which surprised me because Christine's marks were below average and much below her previous record. But it was the parents' choice.

With no explanation Irene cancelled our Friday dance lessons so I was looking at a boring evening. After dinner I did a peek at her apartment but nothing unusual was happening and I settled down with my diminishing reserves of single malt to read and watch some satellite TV.

I had taken advantage of a Grade Nine Science lesson to have the students build and install to basic doorbells, one from the classroom entrance which rang once and the other from the outside entrance which rang twice.

I was almost through my third drink when I heard two rings. It couldn't be Deepa or Rhaina. Was it Mrs. Whittier or Aki? My hungry tool jumped with anticipation.

"Oh!" I exclaimed in surprise when I saw who my visitor was. Christine Hansen stood there, her head down as she shyly raised her eyes to look at me. I looked around to see if anyone was watching as I took her arm and quickly drew her inside.

"What are you doing here? You should visit me at my desk Christine."

Her pretty face dissolved into a tearful grimace and she sobbed, "Hanh ... I'm sorry Mr. Aspen hanh ... I had to talk to someone ... hanh ... I thought I could talk to you."

"That's OK Christine ... you can talk to me," and I led her to the sofa in my pseudo sitting room. I sat and drew her down beside me, cradling her blonde head against my chest as I held her, feeling her shoulders quake with the sobs. "Just try to relax my dear ... and when you want to talk go ahead."

I could feel the firmness of her right breast against my chest and I barely restrained my urge to reach around and feel her left breast. She was wearing the schoolgirl uniform, the short, plaid skirt riding high on her smooth, full thighs and I shifted position to hide my throbbing erection.

"Hanh ... Mr. Aspen ... I hate it here ... nobody likes me ... they make fun of me and call me stupid and laugh at me. I'm all alone."

"That's not true ... they all like you and you're not stupid, you're smart. Have you talked to your parents? Or Reverend Whittier?"

"Mom is with Reverend Whittier all the time ... praying. And Daddy works late with Mrs. Gonzales every night. When I tried to talk to Reverend Whittier he put his hands on me ... blessed me, he said ... and asked me to stay with him after prayer meeting. I'm scared of him."

"I guess you were right to come to me Christine. But if anyone ever saw you coming here at night they might think it was for more than talk."

"I won't do it again then, Mr. Aspen but ... like ... can you help me?"

"You can come again if you want to Christine ... just be really sneaky. Now I have to get another drink so I can think about what to say."

I went to the cupboard and poured another drink and opened a Pepsi for the girl. When I sat down she sat upright but made no move to get farther away. Her white blouse clung to her breasts clearly outlining their delightful, firm fullness and the hem of her skirt remained high, almost to her crotch. If she'd been older I'd have suspected a come-on but the innocent expression on her tear-streaked face told me that was not the case.

"Now Christine, first the girls don't not like you. They're jealous of you. You are drop-dead gorgeous and they envy your beauty. Second, the boys don't not like you either. They're afraid of you. You are a mature woman to them even though some of them are older than you. They tease you and call you stupid to compensate for their own inadequacies."

"Is that true Mr. Aspen?" The girl's question came at least three minutes after I stopped talking and her big, blue eyes were bright with hope.

"Every word of it Christine. And remember it all the time." I placed a hand on her bare knee and she didn't flinch away. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Hah. You know I don't."

"Do you think about boys?"

"Like how? You mean romantically?"

"Yes, I guess that's what I mean."

"Not anyone in school. But I read a lot. And I don't really believe that Reverend Whittier and Mom spend al that time praying. Or that Daddy and Mrs. Gonzales are always doing office work. What do you think Mr. Aspen?"

"I don't know Christine ... but soon you have to go. But since you came here ... and we've talked this way ... I have a request of you I should never make."

"Oh yes Mr. Aspen. You've made me feel so good. Anything you ask."

"You're just a young schoolgirl Christine ... a girl I'm supposed to teach. But you're the most beautiful girl of any age I've ever known. It's terribly wrong but I really want to kiss your sweet mouth. Will you let me?"

"Oohhhh yesss Mr. Aspen. I'd like that," and as she awkwardly tilted her face toward mine I slipped a mint into my mouth hoping to disguise the sour taste of scotch.

It was a memorable kiss for me and I hope for her also. Her lips were soft and when mine pressed hers they quivered and after a few seconds parted. I could barely restrain my urge to fill my hands with her firm tit-globes but I kept my hands on her back, moving my lips slowly over hers and slowly, very slowly slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her teeth parted easily and then her arms were around my neck and she was totally immersed in what may have been her first real sex-kiss.

I thrilled to the action of her hot tongue and the sound of her breathing as her arousal grew. I could have fucked her right then but what little morality I had dissuaded me from taking total advantage of her innocence and vulnerability.

I tried to break off the kiss but she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and held her mouth open under mine, her hot tongue tangling with mine as she rubbed her firm breasts against my chest.

I was tongue-fucking her mouth and as she sucked on my tongue with her moist lips I imagined how it would feel to have my cock inside her sweet, oral cavity. She was almost strangling me with the wrap of her arms around my neck and gently I disentangled her left arm and guided it down to her groin.

Christine's reaction was instant. Looking down as much as I could with our faces welded together I saw her hand slip under the waistband of her skirt and I saw its outline as she reached for her pussy. Her hand began moving with increasing tempo as she whimpered, whined and panted on the verge of an orgasm.

"Hannhh! Annnhh!," she cried out as she tore her mouth away from mine as if to gain breathing room. I could see the fabric of her skirt bulge with the frantic movements of her hand and she spread her legs wider apart and pushed her shapely hips forward.

"Hannhhh! Yannnhhh! Hannnhhh," she gasped as her hips jerked and bucked and her mouth was suddenly pressed wetly to mine again. My hands of their own volition passed quickly over the firm mounds of her breasts and her skirt clad flanks before I held her close in a chaste embrace.