The class was just about to start, so there weren’t many seats left unoccupied by the time Crystal arrived at the room. She looked around, and when she found one, she saw that it was next to her friend, Serenity, who was sitting in an aisle. Typically, Serenity chose the aisle seat on the third row in the middle, which provided the best view of the professor, so as Crystal took the seat beside her, she had a funny feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

As Crystal leaned over to whisper- “Good morning” - to Serenity, she heard her name called from the front of the classroom, and as she looked up, some of the other students snickered. “How kind of you to join us,” Nathan said sarcastically. She looked to the platform and instantly frowned.

What is he doing here? - a voice in her head moaned. Is he a professor here? Has he always been one of my teachers, and I am only now noticing it?

Nathan had his hand on the teacher’s desk, and his sleeves were rolled up so that they revealed an expensive watch on his wrist.

He was looking straight at her in a manner that suggested he was expecting something from her, but she knew not what. The man had natural energy about him that was powerful and undeniable.

As soon as Nathan was into the rhythm of teaching, Serenity leaned over and whispered to Crystal: “He can’t be as bad as you’ve made him out to be! Can he?”

“He is!” Crystal replied emphatically, “and worse! You can’t judge a person by how he looks or by the way they portray themselves in public. Most inherently evil people hide their true nature from the world.”

As Crystal finished talking, Nathan asked everyone to hand over their homework projects to the Lesson Representative. “Who is the Lesson Representative?” he asked. “Raise your hand if that is you.”

Crystal raised her hand, and he said, “Okay, Crystal. Collect the assignments. You can bring them to my office after class.”

All of the other girls were envious of Crystal’s place of seeming privilege, but it was a burden that she would have happily given up to her. However, one of these girls, Cindy, seemed particularly keen to take over the task, so after class, Crystal approached her. “Hey, Cindy,” she said. “Could you help me take these to the office?”

Cindy shook her head shyly and said, “As much as I’d like to, I shouldn’t. As you know, Professor Davis is particular about these things. If he wanted me to bring the assignments to him, then he would have named me Lesson Representative. Alas, though, he did not...”

Cindy’s response annoyed Crystal a lot, and she found herself thinking - What a goody-two-shoes. Had I liked to push her into a fire pit? - and she was startled by the vile poison that her mind had dredged up.

Crystal asked another classmate the same question, but this one also said no. “I can’t,” he said. “I’m going to the library with my girlfriend.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”

When Crystal arrived at Nathan’s office, she knocked twice, but no one answered, and she couldn’t hear any sounds coming from the room. No one was there, she realized. I better just go in quick, put the papers on his desk, and skedaddle!

When she opened the door, though, she was shocked by what she saw: Nathan had one of her other teachers, Ms. Ford, bent over his desk, and he was fucking her from behind. She was bracing herself with her hands, and her head was down, so she couldn’t see that they had company. Nathan had one hand on the teacher’s shoulder and the other on her thigh. Her top was open, and her bra had been pushed up over her medium-sized breasts so that they were fully exposed, and every time his manh**d plunged into her, they shook violently. And Nathan’s eyes were closed.

Crystal scolded herself for looking. For watching!

I should get out of here before I’m seen! She thought. But she was frozen in place, and before she could move, Nathan opened his eyes, and when he saw her, he grinned. It was the smile of a Cheshire cat, with teeth like a shark, and the demented look in his eyes broke the spell that the scene had over her.

Crystal quickly trotted over and threw the papers on the desk. “Well,” she said, “I’m just going to put down the assignments. Sorry to interrupt you two...”

Crystal was just about to leave when Ms. Ford began to moan, and she realized that the older woman was about to climax, and as much as she knew that the right thing to do was to leave, Nathan had not ordered her out, and she was deeply curious about the female orgasm. Of course, she had some knowledge of her own body, but she hadn’t ever experienced anything like “The Big “O,” as it was called when it was whispered and giggled about in bathrooms and changing areas. Thus, instead of leaving immediately, Crystal closed the door and remained inside. Unfortunately, just as things were getting really exciting, Ms. Ford happened to look up from the desk, and when she saw Crystal standing there, she shouted at her: “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert? You’ve handed in the assignments! Now get out of here!”

“Yes, Ms. Ford,” Crystal replied meekly, and she quickly slipped out of the room.

Once Crystal was in the hallway, she leaned against the wall, and after a few seconds, she slid down it and found herself, comically, in an uncomfortable sitting position. Crystal was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were hot, but she was also feeling other things. She shivered, and her arms broke out in gooseflesh, and when she wrapped her arms across her chest, she noticed that her small- oh so small, when compared to Ms. Ford breasts felt somehow heavier, and they were sensitive to the touch. As discreetly as possible, she explored that and was startled by how hard her nipples were. They were so hard that she could feel the Montgomery glands on her areolas even through her shirt. There was also a warm, tingly sensation that had started in her groin and seemed to have since saturated her bloodstream. And she could barely think with the throbbing in her head.

I wonder if it had felt like to be Tiffany, with Nathan inside her - Crystal wondered - Like this, maybe? Only with a sense of satisfaction, perhaps? Am I even close on the right track? She had no real way of knowing one way or the other, and her worldview suddenly felt like it was off-kilter. She wondered how a seventeen-year-old girl could compete with a teacher like Ms. Ford, and she had to remind herself that she didn’t want to compete with Ms. Ford! And she thought Now that he has her, maybe he’ll leave me alone...

Tiffany had countless suitors at school. Students jostled over the opportunity to get into her class, and many media outlets called her one of the ten most gorgeous teachers in the country. They said that she was “Sexy.”

Out of nowhere, Crystal was suddenly struck with an insane kind of Jealousy, and she stood up in a huff and barged back into Nathan’s office.

Ms. Ford and Nathan were putting on their clothes when Crystal barged in, and Nathan raised his eyebrow questioningly. Before he could say anything, though, Crystal looked him in the eye and demanded to know if he was attracted to her. “Nathan,” she shouted, “are you fascinated with me? If that’s the case, I’m afraid that someone will be jealous.” She eyed Ms. Ford and then turned back to Nathan. “So, I suggest you make it clear.”

“Make what clear?” Nathan asked.

Crystal gasped, and then she said, “That you have long been infatuated with me and that we are in love with each other.”

Ms. Ford looked at Crystal incredulously and said, “What a joke! You and Nathan? Come on! As I remember, you attend our school as an accelerated student. Have you ever come of age? Look at your tits! Have you even hit puberty? I don’t think you deserve Nathan!” Crystal puffed out her handful-sized breasts with pride and said, “Excuse me for a moment, but I am Nathan’s type! What would he want with an old crone like you?”

As Ms. Ford flinched away from Crystal’s harsh words, Crystal walked over to Nathan. She took his hand, and when she pressed it against her pubic mound, he gasped. This was a fatal temptation, she knew, and a cruel test for a man with normal physical needs, but it was even more tempting for a man with a penchant for younger adolescent girls. As Crystal applied more pressure to Nathan’s hand, she moaned gently, and he turned to Ms. Ford and said, “Tiffany, I’m really crazy about Crystal, and she is more my type. You should go.”

Nathan’s surprising words made Crystal palpitate. She felt butterflies flitting about in her stomach, and her face turned red as her mons pubis warmed to his touch. Ms. Ford frowned and stamped her feet, and then she barged out the door, slamming it behind her. And the moment she was gone, Crystal pushed Nathan’s hand away from her moist sex. I want him-she admitted to herself - but I will not let him know it!

“I did you a big favor,” Crystal laughed. “How are you going to thank me?”

Crystal turned to leave, but Nathan wouldn’t allow it. He grabbed her wrist, twisted it painfully behind her back, and pressed her against the wall. Crystal struggled to get away, but there was no hope of escape. “Please, don’t,” she whined. “If you let me go now, I will introduce you to other girls at another time, and they will be like me, except they will be eager!”

Nathan leaned around Crystal with his free hand and put it back where Crystal had put it, only this time he slid it into her jeans so that the only thing between it and her wet core was her thin damp panties. And as he applied pressure, now directly to her clitoris, he whispered in her ear: “Other girls, you say? For a threesome...?”

“No!” Crystal cried in pleasure and frustration. “I could be a matchmaker for you!

“I could befriend girls my age and send them your way!”

Nathan twisted Crystal’s arm a little harder, and at the same time, he began to move the fingers of his other hand in slow circles, mixing pleasure and pain in equal measure. And one voice in Crystal’s mind screamed for him to stop, while another voice begged him to - NEVER STOP!

And then, without warning, Nathan ceased his ministrations and whispered into her ear: “And what kind of girls do you think I would like?”

Rather than reply, Crystal threw her head backward, and there was an aggressive THUD as the back of her head connected with his forehead.

“Shit!” Nathan hissed. “You bitch!” But he didn’t let her go. And now I am really in for it! - Crystal realized, and she began to squirm harder than ever. Crystal wasn’t able to get away but to keep his hold on her, Nathan was forced to pull his hand out of her pants, and her senses were overwhelmed by the musky/sweet scent of her sex on his fingers as he used that hand to push her shoulder against the wall.

As she struggled, Nathan pressed his engorged member against her buttocks, and she could tell that the more she resisted, the more aroused he became, so she forced herself to go limp in his arms. Be still - she commanded her body - be passive.

Once Nathan realized what was going on, he released her shoulder and hooked his thumb into the waist of her jeans and the elastic in her panties so that he could push them down and force himself on her, but just as the jeans dropped past her ass and fell to the floor, the door opened, and someone gasped. And someone, a ghost-male, said, “Geez... You... You dirty man! And with a student!!!!!!”

Nathan frowned and turned his head. “Get out!” he shouted.

The door closed quickly then, without Crystal knowing who the intruder had been. And as soon as they were gone, Nathan began to laugh. “You would think that after being interrupted once,” he said, “I would have thought to lock the door!”

After a second, Crystal took a deep breath and said, “Would you please let me go?”

“Yeah, why not?” Nathan replied. He let her go, and once she’d pulled up her pants and panties, she turned around to face him.

Nathan looked at Crystal seriously and said, “Just don’t try to tell me that you didn’t like that!” He was wearing the same grin, now, that he’d had on when she’d walked in on him fucking Ms. Ford. It was half Cheshire cat, half-shark. He winked and added, “This is just one of the benefits of being under a Guardianship Order!”

Crystal’s mouth dropped open, and she was struck dumb. She wanted to deny his claim over her, but she could not. After all, if he could drive her to such a state of arousal once, he could certainly do it again.

Crystal looked at the clock suddenly and realized that she was running late for her next class. She told him that she needed to go and why, and this time he let her go. As she turned to leave, though, Crystal glanced at Nathan’s white shirt to wear a strand of hair hung stubbornly to an amber button. She reached for the hair, held it in the air, and let it fall. “See you tonight,” she whispered seductively, in a tone pregnant with implications.

As Crystal headed to her next class, she happened to run into her friend Serenity, who was sitting on the floor beside her locker. When Serenity saw that Crystal was in a hurry, she asked what her rush was all about. Before Crystal could reply, Serenity noticed that her face was red and that her clothes were disheveled. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Your lip is swollen.”

Crystal scrambles for an answer, and when she begins to stammer, Serenity knew with certainty that something was up with her, and she suspected that she knew what it was. “What is the matter with you?” she asked reproachfully. “Does it have something to do with You Know Who?”

“No!” Crystal replied argumentatively. She bit her lips nervously and said, “Maybe I got attacked by a cockroach! Did you think of that?”

“It’s Professor Davis, isn’t it?” Serenity said. After a moment, she lowered her voice and said, “It was! You kissed Professor Davis.” She giggled. “What a tramp!” Serenity didn’t mean this literally. It was just a joke between two friends.

“I didn’t KISS him!” Crystal said, and she touched her lips thoughtfully. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Nathan? - she wondered - and would I let him kiss me if he tried? Didn’t know... She didn’t know...

“Well, if you two didn’t KISS, what did you do?” Serenity squeaked, her voice rising several octaves. Just now, she was guessing that there had been some foreplay that maybe included heavy petting or under the shirt but over the bra action, but her imagination didn’t take her anywhere near what had actually happened. Crystal’s face turned red when she heard Serenity’s question, so Serenity knew she was on the right track, but she would have never guessed the full extent of the liberties her professor had taken with her friend. “Well,” she said, “if you can get him to be infatuated with you, you may find a chance to get your mother’s inheritance back.”

“Jesus, Serenity!” Crystal hissed. “Did you take the class for nothing?”

“No way,” Serenity replied. “I am listening very carefully. Look at yourself, though; you’re one to talk! You’ve been daydreaming all semester.”

Crystal laughed, and Serenity laughed along with her. “Fine,” she admitted. “I haven’t been concentrating, but you watch: I’ll concentrate next time.”

Serenity got up, and the two girls walked to their next class together, which was philosophy, and they took their seats as the teacher walked to the podium. Serenity opened her book while Crystal twirled her pen out of boredom. I didn’t even want to be here today - she told herself - so why should I bother paying attention!

Furthermore, although the teacher worked hard to make the lessons easy for the students to understand, Crystal remained absent-minded, and the fact that she was two years younger

than the other students was a constant disadvantage to her. Crystal managed to endure until class was over, though, and as she gathered up her books, she and Serenity discussed what to have for lunch.

Unfortunately, before they could make any headway, there was a sudden cry at the door: “Crystal, the president wants you to go to his office!”

Crystal’s mind went blank, and she had to ask Serenity, “What did he say?”

Serenity looked at her friend curiously and said, “Where is your mind today?!?!? He said that the president wants to see you. You’d better go quickly! Maybe it is about another scholarship.” If it were, it wouldn’t be the first time that Crystal had won a scholarship. She had never received one from the president before, though, so she didn’t think that that was what this was about.

“My mind was elsewhere, that’s all,” Crystal explained. She handed her books to Serenity and said, “Can you take these for me? I’ll meet you in the cafeteria after this meeting.”

Without waiting for a reply, Crystal left the room, and since she was in a hurry, she rushed down the hallway towards the office. And when she entered the office, the secretary looked up from her desk and said, “You can go right in, the president is waiting for you.”

When Crystal entered the office, she said hello to the president. He said hello back, and he told her to close the door, which she did. There were two seats in front of the president’s desk. One was empty, and the other was taken by Ms. Ford. The president pointed toward the empty chair and told Crystal to take a seat, which she did. And as she did, she noticed the name tag on the president’s desk and gasped. His name was Mr. Ford! He was Ms. Ford’s Father!

What the fuck is going on?- her thoughts began to spin out of control - This must have something to do with Nathan!

Am I in some kind of trouble? “Mr. Ford,” she said nervously. “What can I do for you?”

“You’re Crystal, aren’t you?” he said. It wasn’t a question, but she nodded her head as if it had been. “You are the first student to be recommended for admission to our school through the Advanced Program for High School Students, and your scholastic record is outstanding. Although there is not much schoolwork to do right now, it will increase, and I hope you will give full priority to your study. You are still young, and I hope you don’t ruin your future unnecessarily.”

Is that a threat? Crystal asked herself. His tone was flat, and his face lacked expression, so she had no way of knowing if this was anything more than friendly encouragement.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ford, but could you be more specific?” What unnecessary things are you talking about? I don’t quite understand.”

Ms. Ford turned to Crystal and scowled. “What my Father - Um... What Mr. Ford said,” she hissed, “was about you and Professor Davis. I told him all about your little ‘relationship’ with him, and that is not the kind of thing a young student like yourself should have time for!”

Actually - Crystal wanted to say the RELATIONSHIP takes up very little time, thank you very much! - but she remained silent, obeying the more reasonable voice in her head that was saying - Let the adults talk, and then you can go on your way, living your life in whatever manner you please. After all, you aren’t beholden to this dysfunctional woman or her father in any way!