Chapter 2

Prologue

A teacher falls in love with his 13-year-old female student, only to have her move away; at the end of the semester, fate steps in and provides him with the opportunity to teach at his love's new school.

After a short period of time, Mandy and I were back to our routine-fucking, fondling, and kissing every chance we got. I couldn't get enough of her; I wanted to just crawl inside her and live there.

One Friday, Mandy came to class more excited than usual. I asked her why she was so excited; she said she'd tell me right after school. Promptly at 3:01 p.m., she came bounding into my classroom, shutting the door behind her. She practically leaped into my arms.

"Oh, Tom; I have the best news. Mom and Dad are going on an overnight business trip clear across the state; they're taking my uncle with them. I'm staying home, ALL ALONE, and I might get scared through the night. Would you like to come over and baby-sit?"

It took me about 2 seconds to agree to baby-sit, and to tell her I'd be there right after she got home.

"I ride the school bus now; can't you just take me home?"

"OK, but we'd better wait a few minutes. It wouldn't look too good if we made a mad dash for my car the minute school lets out. Why don't you look like you're doing some homework or something while I do some paperwork?"

Soon, I figured we could leave without anyone being suspicious; we nonchalantly walked to my car, and Mandy told me the directions to her house. We swung by my place so I could get a change of clothes and toiletries. We drove out into the suburbs and, soon, she showed me where her house was.

Her house was beautiful, at least from the outside; it was a large ranch-style home, with several acres of land. I saw a horse in the pasture, which I presumed was Mandy's. We got out of the car, and she was practically dragging me toward the house. She pulled me through the front door, which I closed behind us, and straight to her bedroom. Predictably, it was pink and full of stuffed animals. I noticed a poster which appeared to have something under it; I lifted it only to find a blown-up photo of myself.

"OK; so now you know my secret. What do you think I diddle myself to every night? By the way, my finger isn't good enough anymore; I needed more."

With that, she rummaged in her nightstand drawer and produced a pretty good-sized vibrator.

"I needed something closer to your size to keep myself satisfied."

"I suppose I should be honored that you think that I'm that big."

"Believe me, you're bigger than you think you are."

With that, I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply, our tongues dueling in each other's mouth. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and I slipped her T-shirt up and over her head and down her arms. I broke the kiss to unsnap her jeans and to slide them down and off her feet. Her panties quickly followed; her pussy was freshly-shaven and glistening with her moisture. She spread her legs, and I swiped her pussy with my tongue. She moaned, and unsnapped her bra and discarded it. I followed suit by getting rid of my slacks and shorts.

Mandy lay back on her bed, and stretched her arms above her head as if being restrained. I'd have to consider trying that at some point if she were agreeable with it. I licked up her stomach, ribs, and reached her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and, knowing how much pressure she liked, bit down on it. She held my head to her, and screamed out her orgasm. At least there were no neighbors within earshot to hear her screams. I leaned over and bit the other nipple and gave it equal treatment. Again, she screamed out an orgasm.

"OK! Enough of that, now fuck me!" she said, rather emphatically.

I slid between her legs, and sank into her. I wanted this orgasm to last, so I pistoned in and out, slowly, making sure to bump her clit on every stroke. She had her legs up over my shoulders, so I could get maximum depth with each stroke. We kissed tenderly, and sucked on each other's tongues. Finally, she'd reached her pinnacle, and started humping. I was getting close, so I humped right along with her, and soon was filling her with my seed. When we'd both calmed down, she slowly lowered her legs, leaving them spread but her feet firmly planted on the mattress.

We stopped long enough to eat some dinner, but were back at it soon; I'm glad I remembered to throw that box of condoms in my toiletry bag. At this rate, I was going to need another box before morning. We fucked half the night away, just relishing in each other's bodies; for a thirteen-year-old, this girl was insatiable. We finally fell asleep about four in the morning, and awakened around eleven to the sound of the telephone ringing. Mandy answered it.

"Hello? Yes, this is the Sellers residence. I'm Amanda Sellers. I'm thirteen. Y ... Yes, my math teacher is here, uh ... tutoring me."

She held the phone out to me, saying that whomever it was, wanted to talk to an adult.

"This is Tom Richardson, may I help you?"

"This is Captain Norman Carson from the Missouri Highway Patrol, Mr. Richardson. I'm afraid I have bad news. Miss Sellers' parents and uncle were killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver earlier this morning near Warrensburg. Do you feel comfortable in informing her, or should I send a chaplain?"

"No, I can take care of it. Do you have a number where you can be reached?" I wrote the number down. "Yes, thank you sir; I'll be in touch."

I handed the phone back to Mandy, who hung it up.

"What was that all about?" she asked. I took her hands in mine, trying to form the right words in my mind.

"Mandy, honey, I'm afraid I have bad news. Your parents and uncle were all killed in an accident near Warrensburg this morning. I'm so sorry, sweetie."

"NO! It can't be! There has to be some mistake!" Finally, she realized the enormity of what she'd been told, and started crying. I just held her, and rocked her, letting her cry. Finally, she settled down.

"Tom? What's going to happen to me now? Will I have to go to foster care? Oh, God, they'll split us up!" She started crying again.

"They will not split us up, Mandy. I'll see to that, if I have to adopt you myself."

"You'd do that for me? For us?"

"In a heartbeat, honey. Now, do you know if you parents had an attorney?"

"Yeah; there's a file of legal junk in Dad's desk."

I went to the desk, which-predictably-was locked. Oh, well, he wasn't going to need it any more, so I forced the center drawer with the help of my pocketknife. I found a folder marked "legal", and it had a business card attached with the name of his attorney, Carl Henderson. It had a home phone number, so I tried it.

"Hello, Henderson residnce", the pleasant-sounding female voice said.

"Is Carl Henderson at home?" I asked.

"Yes; whom may I say is calling?"

"Tom Richardson, ma'am. I'm calling in regard to Mr. Sellers, a client."

"Hello, this is Carl Henderson. May I help you?"

"Mr. Henderson, my name is Tom Richardson; I'm Amanda Sellers' math teacher. I'm afraid I have bad news. Both of her parents and her uncle were killed in an accident earlier this morning. I was here, uh ... tutoring Mandy in some of her schoolwork when we received the call. Yes, that would be appreciated. Thank you; we'll see you in a half hour. Good-bye."

"The attorney will be here in a half hour," I told Mandy. "We'd better get cleaned up."

We took a quick shower together, and then got dressed. Soon, the doorbell rang. I answered the door.

"Mr. Richardson, I presume? I'm Carl Henderson."

"Come in, please." I told him. He walked over to Mandy, and hugged her.

"Amanda, I'm so sorry for your loss," he told her. She thanked him for his words of kindness.

"First, and foremost, are the funeral arrangements. I have a lady who will take care of all of that, if you wish." Mandy nodded, and I concurred. "Next, we'll check on the other driver's insurance, and get everything we can. Lastly is the will. This one is complicated, in that Amanda's parents named the uncle as guardian in the event of their deaths. With the death of the uncle, there is no guardian. I'm afraid she will become a ward of the state."

"NO!" shouted Mandy. "I'm not going to live in some foster home!"

"I will volunteer to take guardianship of Mandy, sir," I told him.

"Amanda, would you please leave Mr. Richardson and me alone?" he asked her.

"I'll be in my room," she answered.

After she left, the grilling started.

"How long have you known Amanda?" he asked. "After all, they just moved here in the past three months."

"I was Amanda's Math teacher before they moved here, and then I got a teaching job here a couple of months ago."

"Mr. Richardson, my next question is more of a personal nature. Are you and Amanda having a sexual relationship?"

"Before I answer that question, are you acting as my attorney?"

"If you wish," he said.

"And attorney-client confidentality prevails?"

"Of course."

"Then, yes, Mandy and I have been having sex for the past six months."

"And I am to presume that this sexual relationship would continue, if you were to be made guardian?"

"Yes, you would be correct. Mandy is a very intelligent young lady who knows exactly what she wants. In fact, she is the one who initiated this relationship the day after we met for the first time."

"All right, let me speak with Amanda alone, please." I called Mandy, and told her I'd be in my room. It wasn't long until Mandy came and got me.

"Mr. Richardson, Amanda has confirmed everything you told me, including your relationship. I see no reason why that should even come up at your guardianship hearing, but just deny it if asked. Now for the rest of the will. First, Mr. Sellers' brother named him sole beneficiary of his estate, which I also represent. While he lived a rather meager lifestyle, he was, in fact, very wealthy. His estate is valued at well over three million dollars. Mr. and Mrs. Sellers, together, have an estate valued at well over four million dollars. Amanda, this means that you inherit well over seven million dollars. I know that's probably hard for you to comprehend, but you are a very wealthy young lady. Of course, it will be placed in trust until you are of legal age, but I can arrange a monthly allowance of, say, three thousand dollars a month. Mr. Richardson, do you think that would be sufficient?"

"I would think so, since she would only be paying utilities, groceries, and clothing and necessary items."

"Don't forget; this would be covering you, as well, since you'll be assuming temporary guardianship."

"I'll pay my own way, Mr. Henderson."

"Fine. Now, I assume you currently have your own residence?"

"Yes. I'm renting a house near the school."

"I assume you'd be moving in here, full time, as guardian?"

"I can arrange that, yes."

"Good; then everything is settled. I'll get my girls started on the funeral arrangements, getting the bodies transported back here, and getting started on the guardianship papers."

"Thank you Mr. Henderson; I really appreciate your help."

"That's what I'm here for, sir. Amanda, again, I'm sorry for your loss. I'll be in touch."

I walked Mr. Henderson to the door, and said, "Thank you for your understanding about our relationship; I know it's a little unusual, especially with Mandy's age and all."

"Like you said, Mandy is a very intelligent young lady who knows her own mind. She told me how kind, gentle, and loving a man you are; you'd be surprised at the number of girls who would give their right arms for a parent like that."

"I'll take that as high praise from someone I just met," I told him.

"Oh, by the way; you can be expecting a visit from a social worker shortly after the paperwork is filed; I'd advise you to make sure that you have at least the appearance of separate sleeping arrangements for her to see."

"Thank you for your advice. I'll see to it."

Mr. Henderson left, and I sat back down beside Mandy, and put my arm around her.

"Mandy, I need to move some of my things in here. I don't have much that I'd need to move, but I should do it. Do you want to ride along?"

"Yes; I don't want to be alone right now. We started to head for the front door when Mandy stopped me.

"Tom, I want you to get rid of that clunker you're driving. Mom just got a brand-new car two weeks ago, and I want you to have it. It's in the garage."

We headed for the garage, and there sat a beautiful black Volvo SUV.

"Oh, Mandy; I can't accept this; it's too nice."

"Tom, I'm thirteen. It's just going to sit there for three years until I get my license? Now, drive the damned thing. The keys are in it."

We got in it, and I studied the controls for a moment before starting it. mandy reached up and hit the built-in remote for the garage door. I started the engine, and slowly backed out ino the bright sunlight. I reached up, and closed the garage door, and we were off. I called the landlord, and informed her that I was moving out, And that I was leaving the furniture so that she could rent it as a furnished home. I'd be taking my flat-screen TV, and that was it.

When we arrived at my house, most of what I was taking was still in boxes. mandy helped haul the lighter boxes while I packed my clothing and personal items. I broke he computer down, and she took the components out to the car. It didn't take long, and we were out of there. I told the landlord that I'd leave the key on the kitchen counter and, making sure the door was locked behind us, we were gone. We picked up some burgers and drinks from a fast-food joint on the way home, and when we arrived, I reached up and hit the opener. I wasn't used to such luxuries; this was going to take some adjustment.

We moved my personal belongings in the master bedroom. Mandy decided to donate her parents' clothing to Goodwill. I called them, and they had a truck there within a half-hour, and were gone again within fifteen minutes with a huge "thank you" hug for Mandy. We set about hanging my clothes in the closet.

"Tom", she said, "Where do you want me to sleep?"

"Where do you think I want you to sleep, sweetheart?"

"I hope it's with you."

"Always," I replied.

With that, I stripped her naked, took my own clothes off, and turned the covers down on the bed. We crawled in, and covered up. I wasn't sure what her feelings were right then, so I let her take the lead. She snuggled against me, making as much body contact as possible; my dick betrayed me, and I got hard instantly. Mandy reached down and started stroking it; when I felt my balls start to boil, I warned her. She immediately crawled down, and took me in her mouth, jacking and bobbing. Soon, I was coating her throat with my spunk. Then, she crawled back up beside me.

"Think that'll hold you 'til morning?" she asked.

"Whatever you want, my dear, I'm here for you." Soon, I heard her breathing turn to gentle snoring. I followed shortly thereafter.

In the morning, I called the school principal, informing him of what had transpired, and that I was applying for custody of mandy; I informed him that neither of us would be back until after the funerals. He said that it was fine, and that he'd make arrangements for a substitue. We mainly just puttered around for the day, not putting too much emphasis on anything. Mr. Henderson called around noon, saying the bodies had been returned overnight, and that the graveside services would be held on Tuesday at 1:30 pm, if that was all right with us. I told him that it would be fine. He also said to be expecting a visit on Monday afternoon from a Carla Sanchez, who would be the caseworker assigned to my custody petition.