Message-ID: <16663eli$9810180531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sundance69@hotmail.com (Sundance Tales) Subject: {Sundance Tales} NEW! (Updated) "Teacher's Pet" [m/f,teen,rom,cons - 4 of 6] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <362da1b3.3514364@enews.newsguy.com> 'Teacher's Pet' (Updated - First posting was wrong version) Part 4 of 6 by Sundance Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved First Published: 9/29/98 Comments and Criticisms are ALWAYS Appreciated. Send them to sundance69@hotmail.com Missing pieces? Look at http://extra.newsguy.com/~suntales +==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+ The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit content that some may find to be offensive. If such material offends you, or if you are under 18 years old, you have the option to stop now and not continue reading. By continuing to read you are making the following legal statement: I am over 18, I want to view a list of potentially obscene terms, and it is legal for me to view potentially obscene terms in my community, state, nation, province, or commune. One last caveat. This story involves descriptions of consensual sexual encounters between teen males and females (17 years old) and between teen girls (again 17 years old) and an older man. If such situations offend you, it's likely this story will offend you. If you're not sure... STOP now ... Delete this text ... This isn't being forced on you. +==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+ Chapter 5 - "Settling In" Just under two weeks passed and things were progressing nicely. With each passing day Kent was getting more comfortable in his new role, having more fun, and becoming more certain that this was something that could occupy his time in meaningful ways. In some ways he wasn't looking forward to the return of Mr. Sullivan, but he knew that was inevitable. This was, after all, only a temporary assignment. The plan forming in his mind now involved going back to school to secure his full-time teaching credential. With that in hand he could continue in the high school teaching mode, while also securing an option to teach at the community college level. The credential wasn't required to teach part-time at the community college, but it certainly helped. Between those two, he would have more than enough options. Emily was enjoying her newfound attention. The boys who had asked for her phone numbers had indeed called and she was even planning on a date for the following Saturday evening. She was fairly certain this particular boy didn't represent a long-term interest, but she was still looking forward to his company and doing something besides sitting at home and watching 'America's Most Wanted'. In many ways, she couldn't remember what it was like living the life of the 'old Emily'. She and Jenna pulled into the parking lot, arriving late and having to accept a spot on the far side of the lot. Simultaneously they both pulled down the vanity mirrors and touched up their makeup before securing the car. This time Jenna was the one finished first, exiting and straightening her tennis skirt as she waited for Emily. "Would you come on," she whined in a clearly irritated voice. "We're going to be late." With Emily finally finished, the girls started along their usual route towards class. Jenna smiled to herself as she saw the group of boys gathered in their usual spot. She fluffed her hair slightly as she approached them and glanced in their direction in anticipation of their morning greeting. One boy whispered to the others and they all turned to watch the approaching girls. "Hi Emily," Billy called out. "How are you today?" Emily just smiled and kept walking. Jenna looked in the boy's direction and waited for her greeting. It didn't come. "Don't EVEN say hi to me, Billy," Jenna called out. "Oh, Hi Jenna. Wearing that skirt again today. Looks nice." The afterthought was obvious in his voice. Jenna turned facing straight ahead, clearly annoyed, but not saying anything out loud. Emily smiled to herself. She had noticed recently that it was getting harder for Jenna to hide her jealousy. The girls reached the crosswalk and made their way into school. Dirk was waiting by the pillar as they approached. "Hi girls," he called out. "Gosh Emily, ANOTHER new outfit?" he commented, looking up and down her slender frame. "Looks nice. Really nice." "Thanks. My Mom keeps buying them for me. I've told her I've got enough." Jenna slapped Dirk on the chest with the back of her hand. "Hey! Don't you have something to say to me? I'm wearing your favorite skirt!" "Oh, yeah… you look as delicious as ever sweetie." "Forget it now!" Jenna exclaimed. They made their way into and past the faculty office, just as Kent was exiting. "Hey girls. Hey Dirk" "Hey Kent! We're on for this afternoon, right?" Emily asked. "Yep, I'll be there. 3:30, right?" "Yep, 3:30," Emily agreed. "Great. I'll see you in class then," and he started to make a sharp right heading off in a different direction. "Hey Mr. D," Dirk called out to him. "You got a second. I've been meaning to ask you. How many sets to you do for arms?" and he chased after Kent as he made his way down the hall. "What was that all about?" Jenna quizzed Emily. "The part about being on for this afternoon?" "Oh, it's Kent's day to tutor in the math lab and I'm working there today also. It's always more fun when we work there on the same days. It doesn't happen very often." "You sound like you guys have something going," Jenna smirked. "Oh yeah, right!" "Well, you're certainly sounding pretty chummy. Besides, I see the way you look at him. Why don't you go for it? I bet he's a stallion in the bedroom. You could start your sex life off with a bang!" "Jenna, you can be so… never mind. Besides, it's not like that. He's not like that." "Like what?" "Like all those horny males chasing you around. He's different. A lot different." "Oh yeah, RIGHT," Jenna replied, mocking Emily's earlier answer. "He is!" Emily spouted, clearly offended with Jenna's characterization. "He's just like every other man out there, Emily. They all think with the same head and it's not the one sitting on their shoulders. I guarantee it!" "And I guarantee you're wrong!" "Yeah? Well, we'll just see. I'll see you later in class," Jenna's last words as she turned and entered her classroom. +++++ Chapter 6 - "Fishin" Emily showed up to class and was surprised to see that Jenna hadn't arrived. She wondered if Dirk has showed up later with another proposal for a detour to his Mom's house. She grabbed the stack of assignments that she had been grading for Kent and made her way up to the front of the room to review them. Her and Kent were discussing next steps when Jenna entered. "Hi Kent," she purred in a clearly suggestive voice. Emily stared at her for a moment, then shook her head. "You better take your seat," Kent commented to Emily. "It's almost time to get started." Emily sat down and Jenna leaned over to her. "You still think your precious Kent can't be swayed, huh?" "Jenna, just drop it already." Jenna leaned down and picked up her purse, opening it slightly and motioning for Emily to look inside. "What are you doing carrying around a pair of panties in your purse?" Emily asked with a puzzled look on her face. "It's pretty simple really. They're in my purse, because I'm not wearing them." Jenna watched as a look of shock crossed Emily's face. "What do you mean? Why aren't you wearing any panties?" "Let's just say I'm fishing. We'll see pretty soon here if they're biting today," and she turned her gaze to Kent who was standing and greeting the class. Emily felt her blood boil as she realized Jenna's plans. Even this seemed beyond something Jenna would do. Sure, she had never admitted it, but Jenna knew she was interested in Kent. No, she just had to be 'number one', no matter what the cost. Jenna moved forward with her plan with a contemptuous smoothness. Her first move was to wait for Kent to look in her direction. She sat, staring at him, the tip of her eraser resting lightly against her lips. At first, as he delivered his introduction to the day's lecture, his eyes passed over Jenna. But before long, they returned back to her. As his gaze met hers, she smiled, using the tip of the erase to outline her bottom lip. Kent watched the young girl from his spot in front of the class. The lecture continued and Emily's blood continued to boil. It was obvious Kent had noticed Jenna's advances and she noticed him glancing back to her frequently. At one point, as he glanced in their direction, Jenna closer her eyes and, only for a moment so as not to be noticed, pushed the pencil eraser slightly into her mouth and locked her lips around it, pulling it out slowly before opening her eyes and smiling at Kent. As he watched her, his lecture halted in mid- sentence and it was obvious he was grasping at whatever means available to recapture his thoughts. Jenna smiled to herself, a bit embarrassed, then turned to Emily for an acknowledgement. Emily just stared at her paper, writing, as if she hadn't noticed what had just happened. Her unwillingness to play along in Jenna's game only heightened the atmosphere of competition. Kent continued with his delivery, but it was growing more difficult. If at any point in his mind he had rationalized Jenna's behavior to be something other then flirting, he couldn't deny it now. He also couldn't deny the magnetism she was exhibiting. As he continued his speech, he glanced again in her direction. It wasn't uncommon for him to alternate focusing his attentions on individual students in his lectures, but if he weren't careful, somebody would detect what was happening. As he looked at Jenna, describing the intricacies of the associative property of multiplication as it applied to the problem being discussed, he watched her again smile. He also noticed her seeming to look around herself, as if to check if anybody was looking. He glanced away for a moment, focusing on another student, then back again to Jenna, his curiosity invoked. As he did, she smiled another one of those gorgeous smiles. She was sitting, facing him, her legs crossed, her short tennis skirt running high on her thigh. As she stared at him, a confident air about her, she slowly raised her crossed leg, raising her calf muscle upwards. As she did, the crevice normally closed from view by her overlapping thighs came into focus. She raised her leg still further, moving into a cross-legged position where her one ankle was resting near the knee of her opposite leg, a position you would normally see a man assume. She moved the foot resting on the floor slightly, causing her knees to rock back and forth. Kent couldn't be sure, but it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any panties and she was making sure he knew it. He lost all concentration and had to move quickly to divert attention. "So - uh - Kevin. What is the next step in solving this problem." The student, a bit startled by Kent's sudden shift in his lecture, started reciting a series of steps in answer to Kent's question. Kent nodded, but was far from listening. As nonchalantly as he could, he looked back across to Jenna. She was smiling again, running the pencil eraser across her soft lips as she spread her legs slightly wider, realizing he had noticed her lack of undergarments. She was getting moist with this very erotic moment, exposing herself to Kent with all these people around, watching the effect she was having on him. What started out as a test, was turning into something more. She knew already that this wasn't going to be enough. She wanted him. She needed him. Kent recovered as best he could. "Yes, that's right Kevin. Ok, tonight's assignment is exercises 10 - 15 in chapter 3. We'll discuss it tomorrow." "Kent, we've still got 15 minutes left of class," one of the other students in the front row called out. "Yeah, well, I'm not feeling too good today, so we're going to make it an early one. You can stay here in class or you can leave, but if you leave, stay out of trouble. I don't want a bunch of grief for dismissing you guys early." The students wasted no time in gathering their belongings and moving towards the door. Kent raced out before Jenna had a chance to approach him. "Well, I guess that one got away," Jenna's joked with Emily, referring back to her fishing comment. Emily just looked at her friend, not even attempting to hide her look of disgust. "Fuck off Jenna," her last words as she slammed her book shut and stormed out the door. Jenna just shrugged off Emily's comment and started gathering her own belongings. +++++ Chapter 7 -- "Reeling in the Big One" Kent stood in the faculty men's bathroom and splashed another wave of cold water on his face from the running faucet. He rubbed his hands down the bridge of his nose and stared at his reflection from between his parted fingers. Finally, he reached down, turned off the water flow and grabbed a paper towel, wiping the remaining moisture from his brow. His heart was just now starting to return to a normal rhythm. As he stopped to think about what had just happened, he was convinced for a moment it was all something out of the twilight zone. At first, when he saw Jenna toying with the pencil, staring back at him with that luscious smile, he was sure it was his own libido working overtime. It wouldn't have been the first time his private fantasy was filled with visions of the young girl in promiscuous situations, so naturally when he saw her in even a mildly suggestive pose, that's the first thing that came to mind. But that's just what those thoughts were. Private fantasies, not to be shared -- and certainly not to be lived. Still, it became more difficult to ignore the obvious when she closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around the writing instrument. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was only his lustful imagination at work here, the moment she raised her thigh to reveal the absence of her panties removed any and all doubt of what was happening. He was being seduced, and in front of an entire class full of students, no less. This couldn't go on any further, that much was certain. His first tactic would be to put the whole incident behind him, pretend it never happened, in hopes that Jenna's behavior was a one-time occurrence and that she took the hint when he filed an abrupt end to class. If she tried anything again, he would just have to confront her, stating clearly that he couldn't be party to such an inappropriate situation and if she continued, he would have to take formal action, which might include suspension. As desirable as she was, the surest way to end his newfound career was to start fucking one of his students. As he wadded and tossed the paper towel into the bin, feeling secure that he had a sound plan of action, he became painfully aware of one last detail. All this review and contingency planning had left him fully erect. +++++ "Right, that's it. It's really just simple division. I think you've got it," Emily answered with a smile. She could see the relief in the student's eyes as he finally saw the solution to the math problem. "Thanks, you've been a big help," he replied, pausing to stare into Emily's eyes. "You're welcome. That's what I'm here for." Finally, she realized he wasn't looking away and felt herself starting to blush. She turned and began fiddling with some papers on the desk. The male student took the hint and returned to his seat in the math lab. Kent entered and made his way to the desk. Emily couldn't look in his eyes. She knew what had happened earlier wasn't his fault, that it was really all Jenna's doing, but still she a little perturbed at him for succumbing to her charms so easily and having to cancel class. Kent pulled the scheduling log closer to him and started to browse the appointments. "We've got a full day today I see. Are my lectures that unclear?" and he smiled. "Clear as mud," Emily replied without looking up. A silence hung between them for a moment before she finally looked up and returned his smile. She couldn't stay mad at him for long. He was just too cute. "Did you change?" making reference to the fact that he had a different shirt on. "Yeah. I took advantage of class letting out early and squeezed in a workout over in the boy's gymnasium. That's the best way for me to fight off an illness is to continue exercising. Besides, it was getting a bit too warm with that long sleeved shirt." "Oh, I thought you just wanted to wear short sleeves so you could show off your big muscles for all the girls who came in for tutoring," and she made a grimaced face and flexed her own small biceps in mockery of Kent. "You know Emily," and he smiled at her exaggerated movements, "you're just too good to me." They both laughed. He continued to stare at the registry. "Jenna's coming in for tutoring? She's not having any problems. What's that about?" and then his heart skipped a beat as he remembered back to earlier in the day, wondering if her appointment was in some way related. "What did you say?" Emily asked, dragging the registry out of Kent's hands and pulling it towards her. It seemed she recognized a weird coincidence also. Kent wondered if she had noticed what was happening earlier. "Whatever," she moaned. "I gave up a long time ago trying to figure her out." Kent worked his way through several student appointments. He was focused in explanation when he glanced up long enough to see Jenna enter the room. She smiled at him as he looked up. Again his heart raced and he was quick to pretend he hadn't noticed her entering. He glanced at his watch and realized hers must be the next appointment. "Ok, so that makes sense then?" he asked the student. "Yeah, I just need to work on it," the student replied. "Thanks a million Mr. Darian." "Kent -- Call me Kent. You make me feel old when you call me Mister." "Thanks Kent." Kent stood, took a deep breath, and made his way to the counter where Jenna was standing. "Hi. I saw your name in the registry. I'm surprised to see you. I didn't think you were having any problems?" "Well, I didn't follow everything in today's lecture and I don't want to fall behind. I guess I was just a bit distracted," and she grinned. Emily just stared down, pretending not to hear their conversation, but in truth, hanging on their every word. "Well, I'll do my best to clear it up. Won't take very long at all, I'm sure." "Oh I've got time. I'm the last appointment today, aren't I?" Jenna replied. Kent glanced at the registry, then at his watch. "Yes, you are. But again," and he was clearly hinting to avoid any misunderstandings, "this won't take long. I think my having to end class early is what caused the problem." Kent and Jenna made their way to one of the tables. Kent started to sit down and Jenna just stood there, a subtle look of concern on her face, her books clutched to her chest. "What's the matter?" Kent asked. "Well, I just," and she paused. "I just can't concentrate will all this noise out here. Can't we use one of the study rooms?" and she motioned to a line of small, enclosed alcoves lining the far wall. They were all small rooms, normally used by groups of students working on class projects. Each had a round Formica table, a white board for capturing group discussion, and a small sofa. The sofas were hand-me-downs the community college had given the high school when they had undergone a refurbishment of their student lounge. Kent thought for a moment and started to insist that, all things considered, they stay here at the table, but Jenna hadn't waited for an answer and was already settling down in one of the vacant rooms. Kent stood and started to make his way to join her when he noticed Emily glaring at him from her position behind the desk. He motioned to the room. "I'll be in here if you need me." "Yeah," was Emily's curt reply, before turning away and grabbing a stack of papers to begin grading. Kent entered and sat down next to Jenna at the table. She gave him a frustrated look and stood, moving over to close the door before returning to her seat. "It's not much quieter if we leave the door open," and she started to open her books. Kent glanced at the door and took comfort in the fact that it had a large glass window that would allow anybody walking by to peer in easily. That, in and of itself, provided some level of insurance. As Jenna talked, working problems, referencing items in her textbook, Kent listened. As he watched her speak, watched her mouth move, as he listened to her words, took in her features, he couldn't help but wonder if she was still without her panties. She was still wearing her tennis skirt, but had removed her sneakers, leaving only her ankle socks. His mind raced with the image of her athletic thighs parting just enough for him to glance at her sex. She sensed that his interest wasn't entirely on the math problems at hand and leaned closer into him, allowing her crossed thighs to brush against his under the table. He did his best to focus on the math at hand, but his mind was definitely wandering. "That's right. Well, I think you've got it," and Kent started to push himself back from the table. He knew he had to stop this before it went any further. "No, I don't think I have it," Jenna replied, a bit annoyed. "Please Kent, just 10 more minutes. I don't want to fall behind and I don't think you want me to fall behind, do you?" "Well, we can pick it up tomorrow. It's almost time for the lab to close." "Look, I've got an idea," she insisted. "Will you at least work with me until the lab closes? Please?" Kent thought for a moment. "Alight, just until the lab closes." "Great, I'll be right back." "Jenna, where are you going? We only have 10 minutes, remember?" "I'll be right back. Don't move!" Jenna disappeared and shut the door behind her. She approached the desk where Emily was starting to arrange things for closing. The rest of the lab was emptying out. "We're closing," Emily hissed. "I've got a club meeting tonight, so I can't stay any later. You guys will have to finish up your tutoring somewhere else." The sarcasm was obvious in her voice. "I know," Jenna replied. "Look, I need a favor. Give me the key and I'll lock up for you. Kent has offered to stay late and help me. I've almost got this one problem solved," and she winked. "No way Jenna. You know I can't do that. Besides, we both know, math is not the problem you're trying to solve right now." "Look Emily. Please. I promise. I'll give you the key tomorrow. Besides, what do you have to worry about? We both know Kent would never do anything. You've said that yourself. At a minimum, this will prove it once and for all. You just don't want to give me the key because you know he will do something and you like him and that bugs you." "I don't like him, Jenna, I told you. I just think he's nice! Besides, he's too smart to fall for your tricks." "Then give me the key and we'll both find out." She just stared at her friend, taunting her. "Look --- I would do it for you." Emily glared at Jenna, searched in her purse, and threw the key across the desk, hitting her in the chest. "There, you two deserve each other," and she grabbed her things and stormed out the door. Jenna followed quickly and locked the door behind Emily as she left, then made her way back towards the room. Kent was just coming out. "Look, we've only got five minutes. Let's just pick this up tomorrow," Kent said. "No Kent," Jenna replied. "You promised. Please, I think I've almost got it," and she pushed him back into the room, closing the door behind her. He moved over behind the table and pulled out his chair when he looked up to see Jenna standing, staring at him, leaning against the door. She turned and reached up to a dangling ring that was connected to a collapsible roller shade. She pulled on it, dragging it all the way to the bottom and tugging to lock the shade in place, covering the window. She turned back around and faced Kent, her lower lip clenched between her teeth, a sly smile crossing her mouth. "Hold on Jenna," and Kent raised his hands into the air. "This is isn't going to happen." "What isn't going to happen?" she purred, pretending to not understand his point. She moved across the room towards him and placed both of her palms on his chest, rubbing slowly up and down. "You have got the most phenomenal body of any man I've seen, much less a teacher," she purred, squeezing hard into the fleshy mounds of Kent's chest. "THIS isn't going to happen," and he grabbed her slender wrists, slowing her advances." "Alright then, let me go," she responded. He released her. She looked up in his eyes and, with her palms still resting on his chest, shoved back as hard as she could. All of the training she did for tennis gave her 'above average' strength in her upper body for a girl her size. Kent wasn't expecting her forceful move and he went stumbling backwards, tripping and falling into a seated position on the small hand-me-down couch. She stood looking at him, a determined glare in her eyes. Slowly she reached down grabbed the ruffles of her short tennis skirt, pulling it up to her belly button. He sank lower into the couch, watching her, his own breathing heavy, knowing he should bolt for the door, but finding himself unable to move. She raised the skirt higher and he could see the triangular patch of her panties hugging tightly her muscular thighs. "I saw you looking at me today, Kent. While you were in front of the class. I saw you looking up my skirt. Did you like what you saw? I can tell you, I liked the feeling of you looking at me. It made me wet," and she slid her fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. Kent just stared at her, again knowing he should be moving out of here, again realizing he couldn't. "Emily is going to be in here in any minute," he growled and he started to stand. "Emily is gone," Jenna replied, a stern tone in her voice. She grabbed the ruffle of her skirt with one hand and help up the key with the other. "We're the only ones here and the door is locked. Now quit pretending like you don't want this." No sooner had her voice taken on a tone of almost anger, she was back to her purring self, throwing the key on the table and sliding her fingers deeper into her underwear. "Hmmm, that feels good," she moaned as Kent watched her fingers moving back and forth from beneath the thin material. "I'm getting wet just like I was earlier today." She looked deep in his eyes as she used both hands to drive her panties down her thighs and on to the floor before stepping out of them. She reached down again, pulling the material of her skirt up and widened her stance, grazing the tuft of hair with her fingertips before running her hand between her legs. "Ohhhhh…Godddd, I am so hot right now, Kent," and she moved closer to him. He watched as the young girl approached. He closed his eyes, searching for some sense of strength, something that would translate into willpower, but the well was dry. The young girl straddled Kent and rubbed the fingers that were just between her legs lightly against his lips. "Can you taste me, lover," and she placed her fingers inside his mouth. Involuntarily, he wrapped his lips around the Jenna's fingers and swirled his tongue against her skin. He could taste her. She leaned back on him and pulled up the top of her two piece tennis outfit, pressing her sports bra into Kent's face as she reached behind and undid the clasp that held it in place. She leaned back and pulled it up, freeing her medium sized breasts. Kent was leaning back as far as he could into the cushions, closing his eyes. He finally opened them and stared at the beautifully shaped mounds of flesh before him. She grabbed his hands and forced them tight against her hard nipples as she leaned back, taking in the sensation. "Oh yeah baby, you can kiss them too," and she leaned forward, brushing her nipples against his lips. Kent was doing his best not to respond and he pulled his hands from her chest, resting them on the cushions as he sat motionless. "Let me ask you something Kent." He didn't respond. "If you're not enjoying this, why are you getting so hard," and she proceeded to grind her nude lower body against the granite like ridge that was pressing against his trousers. Again, involuntarily, his hips arched and he felt his hands grab tightly around Jenna's beautiful bare ass, the ass he had so many times admired as she walked away from him. He squeezed tightly as he forced the outline of his rigid cock back and forward between her lips, engulfing her breast in his mouth. "Oh yeah, lover… oh yeah," she whispered in between breaths. "I know you want it. Take it," and she grabbed Kent by the cheeks and rammed her tongue deep in his mouth. He met her passionate kisses as his hands continued to squeeze hard into her ass and her thighs, his trousers becoming moist from the continual grinding. Finally, she leaned back and started to undo his belt. As she did, he opened his eyes long enough to see the clock on the wall, showing 6:10 p.m. Something in the moment he glanced up to the clock made him realize the reality of where he was and what he was doing. He grabbed her hands and brushed them aside. He reached up and grabbed her upper arms forcing her off him and into a seated position on the couch. He stood up and finished refastening the buckle of his trousers. Jenna stared at him in disbelief, her breathing heavy. "What, what's wrong," she mumbled. "What are you doing?" "I can't. I can't do this. I can't go through with this. Look, I'm sorry. It shouldn't have gone this far. Get dressed. Don't worry, this won't go any further than you and I. You're not in any trouble." "Trouble!" she screamed. "You're the one with troubles! Who the fuck do you think you are!" Kent looked down at her, clearly startled. He wasn't expecting her to react this way. She stood up and refastened her bra as she continued to shout at him. "You lead me on, then pretend like you're not interested!" "Excuse me, Jenna," Kent interrupted, "but I wasn't doing anything to lead you on. I admit, I let this go too far, but I wasn't leading you on." "Oh right!" she screamed. "You sit in front of that class, staring up my dress. You're rubbing up against me under that goddamned table just now. You stare at me like a dog in heat every time I walk by you and here you are. You got what you wanted so badly and suddenly you pretend like you're not interested. Make me look like some type of fool!" She slugged him in the chest as she walked by him, knocking him backwards. She reached down, grabbed her panties off the floor, and stumbled as she put them on. "Well, look, we obviously have a misunderstanding here," Kent added. She turned to him and moved to within inches of his face. "There's no fucking misunderstanding here. I think it's quite clear. Well let me tell you something mister hotshot stockbroker. If you think you're going to make me look like some sleazy tramp, you're wrong. You don't know who you're messing with! Ask yourself how attempted rape will look on your resume. I'm sure that will be a big hit in front of the school board," and she spun around and started gathering the papers and books from the table into a makeshift pile. "Attempted rape! What the hell are you talking about!" Kent shouted. "Nobody was getting raped just now and you know it." "Well Kent," as she put her shoes on, "I'm feeling pretty raped right now and I'm not feeling very discrete about it either." "Hold on right there," and he grabbed her arm, not allowing her to go. "Ohhhh, that's good. Squeeze harder. Leave a mark or two. Maybe even slap me around a little. You're only making things look worse for yourself. Now get your fucking hand off of me, right now!" Kent released the young girl's arm, yet stood in front of the door now allowing her to leave. "Jenna, we need to talk about this. It was never my intent to lead you on and definitely not my intent to make you feel exposed. Quite the opposite. You need to believe me when I say that." "Frankly Kent, I really don't care. Now get out of my way before I start screaming." "Look, if you go and tell people I tried to force myself on you… I'm ruined. You know that. That's a very serious thing for me. I won't say anything about this to anybody. You have nothing to feel ashamed about." "Yeah, well you should have thought about all that before you put your hands up my skirt and my tits in your mouth." She reached for the doorknob, but couldn't pull the door open as Kent was still standing against it. "Look," he finally pleaded. "We can make a deal. What do you want, money? I can give you that. How much do you want?" She paused, then stepped back a few steps. "Well, money does talk. I suppose I am listening." "How's say, $1,000" "My, you're insulting me twice in one day. You're on a roll. Get out of the way." "Alright, how much do you want" "You know, that's a good question. A question I think I would like to postpone an answer to. I'll consider your offer. We might just be able to come to some kind of an agreement, one that suits both of our needs. I'll be in touch. Now I'm going to ask you one more time. Then I'm going to start yelling my head off in here and I'm sure a janitor or somebody will hear me and come to my aid." Kent stared at the young girl. The defiant determination was clear in her eyes. He could tell she was telling the truth. He stepped aside and opened the door for her. She stormed out past him. He stood, his eyes closed, his head tilted back as he heard her footsteps disappear into the distance followed by the slamming of the door. He sat at the table, his head in his hands, wondering how in the world he could have gotten himself into this situation. The career that seemed to be exactly what he needed to leave behind his prior life was nothing but a memory before it even started. He would either find himself a victim of blackmail, or find himself facing a charge of rape, a charge that would tarnish his reputation no matter what he decided to pursue. In the distance he heard the door to the lab open again. Maybe she had a change of heart. He looked up as he heard the footsteps getting closer. Emily appeared in the doorway. "Are you ok?" she asked. Kent thought the look on his face must be obvious, or why else would she be wondering. "Just great. Just fucking great." She just stared at him. He realized what he just said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear like that. I need to get going here. I'm not feeling real good right now." "Kent, I know what just happened. With Jenna, I mean. I know everything." "What? Did she stop you on the way out?" "No. Nothing like that." "Then how do you know?" "I saw everything." "You what?" Kent replied with a sound of disbelief in his voice. "Through there," and she motioned to the window. "Through that opening." Kent turned in the direction she was pointing. There was about an eight to ten inch gap in the blinds, enough for somebody to see through if they were positioned just right. "That's just great. You two involved with some kind of voyeur thing? I hope you weren't disappointed too." "God, you're an asshole," Emily replied, shaking her head. "No, you idiot, we're not involved in some kind of voyeur thing. I was looking through that window because I wanted to see for myself if you were really the type of sex-crazed male Jenna was describing you as. I told her you weren't --- that you were different." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that last comment." A silence hung in the air for a moment. "Never mind. I understand," and she moved next to him on the couch. "How much did you see?" Kent asked. "Like I said. Everything," Emily replied. "Could you hear too?" "Yeah." "Can you believe that! She threatened to say I tried to rape her! That's the furthest thing from the truth." "Well, you know the saying. Hell hath no fury." "Like a woman scorned," Kent finished the sentence. "The worse part about it is I think she would actually go through with it. I've known Jenna for a long time. She's very vengeful sometimes. More then that, I've never seen her that mad at anybody before." They both sat in silence. Emily continued. "What are you going to do?" "Well, I guess I'll try and pay her off." "I don't know if I would do that if I were you." "Well, what choice do I have. Even if there's no physical evidence, her word will stand pretty tall against mine. Think about it." "Well, if you pay her off, she'll milk you for everything you've got. Every time you think it will be over with, she'll come back for more." "I repeat. What else am I going to do?" Emily stared into space for a moment, then at Kent. "I have an idea, but we can't talk about it here. It's too risky. Let's go to your house. Can you give me a ride? Since I'm skipping the club meeting, I'm skipping the ride I had lined up." Kent just stared at her. Above all else, he felt he could trust Emily. At this point, he really had no choice. Things couldn't get much worse. "Yeah, sure. Let's go." 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