Chapter 11

My bold plan of seduction involved staring. I didn't stare at Miss Holly Berrigan's pert tits or shapely firm ass though, I stared at her blue eyes. I put a star-struck expression on my face, as if I was smitten, the perfect bait for a romantic sexual predator. Yes, Miss Holly wanted romance, not sex. But she had given up on men, because they knew what they wanted, and that was her hyper sexual body. They cared not a bit, for the most part about who she was or her thoughts and dreams, at least the ones who overcame the intimidation factor, and braved her beauty to approach her.

I looked fondly into her eyes the whole class, and her gaze was drawn more and more solely toward me, and not to the other young lust objects. I had to be careful, if she fell in love with me before I dashed her hopes of good sex, she might cling in a misguided effort to teach me how to be a good lover. This had to be quick and dirty. As the boys were taking their shower, I knocked on the door before she was able to start her peeping and drubbing, and politely, respectfully asked her if she had time to talk with her about a personal problem I had at home.

"Sure, Paolo, I don't have a class next period, we can talk as long as you need to, and I can give you a note for your next class when we are done."

"Well, Miss Berrigan, It is kind of personal and embarrassing..." I hung my head in shame.

"You can trust me, and I will help you with whatever it is that is troubling you." she offered, giving me an unsigned check.

"It's kind of complicated" I started, and then wove a line of bullshit that had elements of truth, and otherwise was made out of whole cloth. It took about ten minutes to cast my verbal spell, no Causing but merely an enchanting story that stirred her emotions, passions, and imagination, bringing her to a quick simmer.

:"And so you see, I am worried that I am becoming fixated and imprinted sexually on my little sister Holly, and that I will end up being a freak, a pedophile unable to have any attraction to an adult woman."

Miss Holly was barely able to control her burning lusts. "So you are worried that you won't be attracted to an adult woman? Would you like me to help you see if you are already fixated on females your little sisters age, and unable to become aroused with a grown woman?" she asked in a tone of voice which answered that question once and for all, bringing me to instant erection.

"Y-yes please, Miss Holly. I am really worried about it. Just what did you have in mind?"

She showed me what she had in mind, and I took off my own clothes just as quickly, and we had to make sure I was capable of making love with a grown woman without losing my erection. It went according to plan. My plan, that is.

I used my mouth to stifle any protests down to mere groans which I could interpret as passion instead of pain. I mauled her breasts with my powerful, weight-lifting trained hands, leaving no doubt bruises in the shape of my fingers, and I twisted her nipples savagely in the throes of my lust. I almost lost my erection, but managed to spear into her quickly, shredding her hymen in one quick thrust, instantly beginning to saw back and forth in her under-lubricated raw and chafing cooter. Four bunny thrusts later, and I was able to ejaculate, by thinking about Tiff, and how lovingly I would treat her in contrast with this near rape.

It was statutory rape on the part of Miss Holly, and skirted close to rape on my part, if I had allowed her to voice her objections aloud. I was too quick for her to even try to push me off, though. Is it possible for two people to rape each other at the same time? I think I just proved that it was. I felt like vomiting, but instead began to enthuse.

"Thank you, thank you, Miss Holly. You have cured me! Oh, that was awesome, when can we do it again? Wait until I tell Brad, (a mythical friend I made up on the spot.) about this! Do you think you could cure him, too? I think he likes my little sister also. You are the greatest, I am so glad you came to teach us."

By this time the look of shock at the rape she had unknowingly volunteered for changed to horror, horror at the reality her fantasy had turned into, and the real consequences which seemed sure to ensue.

"No! No, you can't tell anyone about this! Paolo, you can't say a word, and we can never ever do it ever again! I was wrong to try to help you with this, and I am glad I was able to help, but you and I can't continue this."

Her panic outweighed her horror at having just been raped by a sixteen year old without a chance to protest, and all she was thinking now was how to keep the consequences from ruining her very life/

"Please, Paolo, promise you won't say anything to anyone!"

"Not even my friend Brad?" I whined. "But I am no longer a virgin, and that is important to my status among my peers!" She didn't notice my sociological terminology in her vision of a future being raped by her cell mate for the next ten years.

She begged and cried, and I finally swore I wouldn't tell Brad, and got her to write me a note for my next class. I left her with no further sexual attraction for young boys. I felt dirty and was perversely proud and sick of myself. I got to homeEc, and gave my note to the teacher, and Tiff took one look at my face, and gave me a hard hug and held my hand under the desk for the rest of the class. It helped.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, and I didn't learn anything. I snapped out of it on leaving the building, and I enjoyed the clean fresh air of the outdoors, hanging back to the last to board the bus, not wanting to be inside, but to be in the open, enjoying the sights and sounds of pure, cleansing nature.

As I was the last on the bus, I was struck by a thought, and had a quiet word with the driver.

"Hey, dude, you know Holly Berrigan?"

"Yeah, that hot looking but cold acting yoga teacher at the college? I took a class from her a few years back, why?"

"Well, I think she could really use a friend about now, you should look her up, and give her a shoulder."

"Are you sure? She seemed pretty self contained when I knew her."