Jo Ann was quite aware she was a beautiful girl. As she stood before her mirror the following morning, totally naked, looking at her body, she was certain she had all the attributes a woman needed to make herself desirable.
The young woman was five-feet, one-inch in height, and would probably grow a few inches more. She had honey-blonde hair, long and straight, it fell down her back to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a soft blue and she had a tiny, upturned nose with a heart-shaped pucker for a mouth. Her neck was long and slender and she had soft, gently sloping shoulders. Her skin had a natural light tan to it, giving her a healthy look. She had small, firm breasts that were still growing. Each breast had a rosy circle at the end, and in the middle of the areola was a puckered pink nipple. She expected that one day her breasts would grow as large as her mother's. Her mother had C cups, but her breasts stood up nicely even now. At the moment, Jo Ann had A cups, but she was confident. Her rib cage was very narrow, and her waist even narrower. She still had boyish hips. Though her mother's hips had a wide flare to them, Jo-Ann had the feeling where her hips were concerned, she took after her father's side of the family, and would have that slender young-girl look about her hips, like her Aunt Celia, her father's sister. Her buttocks were small enough so that a man with a large-enough hand would have been able to span the two of them. The cheeks were tight, round, firm, and smooth. Her thighs were also firm, very slender, leading to slim calves that might one day flower a bit wider. Her ankles were very trim, and she had naturally small feet inherited from both sides of the family.
It was Monday, the first day of the work week, and it only being April, Jo Ann knew it meant school for her. Her mother taught in elementary school, and her father worked in some kind of law office. He was a lawyer, but he never went to court, doing all the research for others in his firm. He was a contented man, never having had the desire to argue a case in court, anyway. He was paid more than enough because his research was extremely thorough.
Because her mother was involved in extra curricular activities in her elementary school, the older woman didn't come home until almost five. Her father came home after six, if then. So Jo Ann had been given a key to the house to let herself in with the promise that she would never allow anyone else inside the house with her.
But today, Jo Ann had no intention of going straight home. Monday, her last class was over at one forty-five. She had a lunch period and two free periods following, and sometimes she hung around the school, while other times she just went home. But today was going to be different. Today, Jo Ann had determined in her active imagination, was time-enough to become a woman. After the dream she had enjoyed the previous night, she had decided she wanted to be fucked.
Jo Ann knew who the lucky man would be, too. Oh yes, he would be a lucky man. She had no illusions about that. Any man who fucked her would be lucky, not only because she was so beautiful, which she was, but because she would throw her heart and soul into it and make it as good for him as she expected him to make it good for her.
She slipped into her red skirt and white blouse. At her age, she wore while socks and black patent leather strap shoes without heels.
After having breakfast, she took her schoolbooks and lightheartedly went to school. She had a little tricky negotiating to do, but somehow she had the feeling she would pull it off.
The dean of boys at her high school, Dr. Evan Joseph, was in his mid-forties. The man was about six feet tall, had shiny black, straight hair, deep brown eyes, and one of those rugged masculine faces she often read about in the romance novels her mother continually brought home. Dr. Joseph was a bachelor, but a careful man. Jo Ann knew he went out with a lot of the female teachers, even some of the married ones, and though there was never any proof as to what the man did with them, nor was there any doubt in the minds of anyone who happened to see him with one of the teachers.
Jo Ann had inadvertently found something out last Friday, and she intended putting it to good use. There were senior girls, girls who had flunked their last year in high school and didn't want to flunk again, who made "deals" with Dr. Joseph. These girls inevitably were in the good Doctor's English class, and when it seemed as if they were on the verge of failure again, the man called them to the office of the dean of boys where he spoke to them privately.
Oddly enough, the dean's office was right next to the girls' first-floor bathroom. Though the school walls were very thick, whoever had designed the heating system for the school had given the same vent to the private office of Dr. Joseph, and said bathroom.
During the winter months, the vents were wide open, and Dr. Joseph never interviewed girls in his office at that time. But as the spring came on, and the heating system was shut off, the vents were also closed.
The vent in the girls' bathroom was in the wall in the last stall on the left. It was the least-used stall in the bathroom, if only because most of the girls didn't like taking the long walk. On rare occasions, such as when there were proms of basket ball games, and the girls crowded in en masse, then the last stall was used, but otherwise, almost never.
Jo Ann had a fetish about being sanitary, and as a result, having discovered no one used the last stall for the most part, always used it, herself. Thus she discovered that the janitor had somehow forgotten to shut the vent when he had turned off the heat. As a result, she had been barely able to make out sounds coming through the vent the previous Friday. Standing on top of the toilet seat, she pressed her ear to the vent and listening, she heard, "I'm willing, Dr. Joseph. My folks think I'll be out on a date tonight. I'll wait for you on the corner of Fourth and Carroll. There's no one there after six in the evening."
"Fine," she heard Dr. Joseph's voice say. "I think we can give you some coaching and help you pass English this year."
"Do I have to have the coaching, too?" the girl's voice was heard to ask.
"It would look good if you knew a little bit about what I'm teaching in class. Don't worry, Marilyn, I promise it won't be too taxing. The coaching is just for effect. However, after tonight, your passing grade will be assured."
Jo Ann's vivid imagination immediately went to work. She knew precisely what was going on. Dr. Joseph was making one of his illicit appointments with one of the senior girls.
Hurriedly leaving the bathroom, Jo Ann lingered outside the office of the dean of boys, and sure enough, a few minutes later, Marilyn Kase, a girl who had been left back in her senior year the previous year, came smilingly out of the office. She was a pretty-enough girl, and it was well known she liked fooling around with some college boys, so it wasn't as if the girl was making some kind of big sacrifice. Heck! In all probability, Marilyn was getting the better of the deal of the way around.
Jo Ann was in Dr. Joseph's elementary English class, it being her first year in high school. She knew Dr. Joseph had a free period after the class he taught with her as a pupil, and she decided that would be the best time to talk to him. It was her last class of the day, Monday.
Somehow she managed to get through the other classes, though more than a little impatient, and she was even more impatient as she sat through Dr. Joseph's class. Because of her imagination, she was one of his better students, especially when it came to literature.
When class was over, she noticed the dean, as always, lingered behind to clean up his desk. She waited until all the other students were out of the classroom and then walked over to him.
"Dr. Joseph?" she said, looking up at him with those big blue innocent-looking eyes.
He smiled at her, nodding, and said, "Jo Ann?"
"I was wondering if we might talk privately for a moment."
"Certainly," he nodded. "We're alone. What's on your mind."
"No, I mean really privately," she insisted.
"Oh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Then he teasingly whispered in a conspiratorial voice, "Would you prefer to come to the office of the dean of boys?"
"No, sir," she replied, shaking her head. "That isn't private enough."
"Come now," he smiled in his adultly superior way. "That room has been soundproofed."
"Not completely, doctor," she insisted.
"Oh?"
"I don't want to risk being overheard at all… "
“What makes you think the dean's office isn't soundproofed?" he asked.
She leaned forward, and he, smiling to himself, accommodated her by leaning down as she whispered in his ear, "Marilyn Kase."
He looked startled for a moment, but instantly regained his composure. Nodding, he asked, "What class do you have this period, Jo Ann?"
“It's my lunch period," she told him. "Have you ever eaten lunch at the restaurant on the other side of the park?"
“No," she admitted.
"A lot of kids eat there, and so do a lot of the faculty. I was on my way there just now, and I was wondering if you'd like me to drop you off there."
“I can't afford… "
"I'll loan you a few dollars," he said, somewhat grandly. "You can pay it back when you get it."
“All right," she nodded.
"Come along," he said, and she followed him as he went to the dean's office. Poking his head in, he called to his secretary, "Miss Carroll, I'm going to The Pub for lunch. Can I get you anything?"
“No, sir," Jo Ann heard the secretary reply. "I should be back in a half hour," he said, then shut the door, and with Jo Ann walking beside him, he walked out of the building, smiling at students and faculty alike. Not even the senior girls thought anything of it, because those who had enjoyed an evening of pleasure with Dr. Joseph knew how careful he was. He would never fool around with jailbait, and so it figured that he was simply heading in the same direction as the young honey-blonde, and was therefore giving her a lift.
They got into the man's car, a late model Chevy Citation, and he began driving slowly. Instead of heading directly to the restaurant, he drove toward Main Street. The car's windows were up, and he had music softly playing on his FM stereo radio.
"Now," he said, "what's this all about?"
"I'll be direct and to the point, Dr. Joseph," Jo Ann said, her heart hammering wildly. "I want to make sure I pass English this year."
"Jo Ann, what are you talking about?" he snapped. "You're an 'A' student and you know it."
"Nevertheless, like Marilyn, I want to assure myself of getting that highest possible mark… "
"Cut it out," he angrily retorted. "You're just a kid. You have a lot of years before you begin to so much as think of something like that. You ought to be ashamed… "
"Dr. Joseph, I'm still a virgin," she said blandly. "To be frank, I find being a virgin very uncomfortable, at best. But I'm not going to find some inexperienced jerk my own age, or even a little older, and let him fumble around with me, hurting me. No, it has to be someone who really knows what it's all about. I decided it has to be you."
"Don't be ridiculous," he insisted. "There are laws… "
"I don't care about the laws," she insisted. "You're smart enough to find a way around them. Besides, no one has to know except me and you."
"You and I," he corrected.
"See," she told him. "I have to make sure of my 'A'."
He looked at her, aware for the first time that though her body was young, her conniving mind was more intelligent than many of the girls he had laid over the past few years. Admittedly, she had a hot little body, and the idea of scoring with a girl this young had always been a secret obsession of his. Until now, he had always controlled himself, satisfying himself with the older students and the female faculty members who appealed to him from time to time.
"Suppose I refuse?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"
"Me?" she asked. "I wouldn't do a thing. But I also won't tell you how I found out about Marilyn Kase and you, and how others, in the future, might find out about other affairs you might have."
It was a kind of negative blackmail. She wasn't threatening to expose him in any way, but at the same time he knew if she had found out about himself and Marilyn Kase, there had to be some kind of leak somewhere. Marilyn wasn't the kind of girl to blab about it, and neither was she the kind to talk in her sleep. There was definitely a leak, and Jo Ann was hinting that if she had found out, it was possible for other girls to find out, and worse, for parents to find out. His career as a teacher and dean might come to an abrupt end.
True, he would always be able to stop it all by merely no longer bedding down with all those luscious girls. But the prospect of losing his variety, of having to possibly marry and settle for just one woman was definitely not very appealing. Shrugging, he nodded, saying, "Spell out your terms, Jo Ann."
"I want to lose my virginity," she told him. "If possible, today. You help me, and make it good for me, and I'll tell you how I found out about Marilyn Kase. Okay?"
The car had stopped at a red light, and he looked at her. She looked so tiny, so innocent, so absolutely beautiful sitting there. Under ordinary conditions he would have considered it a shame to even think of violating such loveliness. But she was the one making the terms, and that being the case, he was able to let his id out a little more and actually enjoy the prospect she was putting forth to him.
"I have one more class today," she told her. "There are no more faculty meetings, so I'll be free in about an hour-and-a-half."
"You'll do it?" she asked.
"I'll do it," he nodded. "But you have to understand there are no guarantees. I'll do my best, but it might not be good enough."
"As long as you do your best," she nodded.
"Do you know the bus that runs along Carson Avenue?"
"Yes," she nodded.
He took out two dollars, handed them to her, and said, “At the end of the next period, go to the bus stop, take the bus to the last stop. Get off the bus, and at the corner, turn right and walk for two blocks. You'll come to a small alleyway that runs between the two streets. The buildings on either side of that alleyway have no windows on that side, so no one will see you. Go into that alleyway stand on the small curb to the «de. I'll be along as quickly as possible."
“Yes, sir," she nodded, thinking, at last, at last it was going to happen.