White Rose: Parent/Teacher Conference
by PJ
 
 
Tara was doing some last minute reading for her Lit class when a strange young woman entered the room and set her leather case on the teacher's desk.  The woman didn't look over twenty,
she had shoulder length red hair that she kept bound in a ponytail behind her, almond-shaped green eyes, and smooth, alabaster skin.  The woman wore a simple white blouse, brown jacket, and matching brown pants.
 
"Everybody go to their desks, please," urged the strange woman, removing a seating chart from her case and examining it.
 
The hallway bell rang loudly, signaling the beginning of class.  The substitute teacher was checking off names on her chart when a boy ran in and stopped to catch his breath.
 
"You're late, Mister...?"
 
"Paul Jackson," supplied the student, spotting his empty desk and walking quickly towards it, accompanied by the jeers of nearby kids.
 
"I haven't seen him before," whispered Emma into Tara's ear from her seat behind her friend.
 
"He started last week."
 
"He's cute," giggled the blonde cheerleader.
 
Tara stole a glance at Paul, smiling in agreement with Emma.  Paul was of average height, slim, with light brown skin and short, wavy brown hair.  The boy's eyes were smoky gray, bright with intelligence.  Paul didn't participate in sports, at least as far as Tara knew, but she had heard that he ran quite a bit as a hobby.
 
"As you all probably guessed, your regular teacher won't be here today or for the rest of this term.  My name is Jennifer Bates.  I'm studying to be a full-time teacher so the administration has allowed me to teach this class for the short remainder of this term."
 
"Ms. Havel's getting an abortion, that's what I heard," whispered Emma.
 
"That's horrible!" murmured Tara.
 
"No talking please!  Let's get started," resumed Jennifer, turning to the chalkboard to write.
 
Tara glanced at Paul again and trembled when she caught him looking at her, grinning.  Tara let her brown hair cover her face, blushing deeply beneath her tresses.
*****
 
 
"So what kind of news do I have to look forward to?" asked Tara's father, Martin Kehl.
 
"I'm doing okay," shrugged Tara from her seat at the dinner table.
 
"Hmm," replied Martin suspiciously.  "Well, I'll be gone until nine.  No visits from friends, okay?"
 
"Yes, Daddy," sighed Tara.
 
After dinner, Martin changed into a dress shirt, tie, and slacks.  Kissing Tara on the head, Martin left the young girl watching T.V. in the living room.
 
Almost immediately after Martin left, there was a knock on the back door. Frowning, Tara walked through the dining room and into the kitchen, peering out the window set in the back door to see who was knocking.
 
Paul waved, he was dressed in a dark blue sports shirt and jeans.
 
Tara's heart skipped a beat, she quickly covered the window, caught her breath, then unlocked the door.
 
"Paul?  What are you doing here?"
 
"My mom's at the Parent/Teacher conference, I was bored so I just rode over to see you.  Can I come in?"
 
"Sure," smiled Tara, opening the door wider so Paul could walk in.
 
"Nice place.  You could fit my entire house in your first floor."
 
"Thanks.  You want a soda or something?"
 
"Sure, you got Coke?"
 
"Yeah," nodded Tara, going to the fridge to get Paul's drink.
 
"So how do you like high school?"
 
"Same as grade school," answered Tara, handing Paul a cold soda can.
 
"You gonna do anything over summer vacation?"
 
"Probably not.  My dad works a lot and my mom is always on business trips."
 
"Maybe we could hang out this summer, if you don't have a boyfriend," suggested Paul tentatively.
 
"Maybe..," teased Tara with a mischievous grin.  "Want to watch T.V.?"
 
"Sure," agreed Paul, following Tara into the living room. *****
 
 
Martin entered Tara's literature classroom and found her seat.  The school seemed so much smaller now that Martin was older and working.  Most of the teachers seemed overworked and stressed out, working with kids all day would do that to you.  The classroom slowly filled up, parents striding in with paper cups filled with coffee, stale donuts in their free hands.  Martin prepared for another tedious lecture when the teacher walked in, a gorgeous, young thing with long, fiery red hair and a body to die for.  Jennifer was still dressed in her shirt and pants, her jacket was draped over the back of her chair.  Two buttons of the girl's shirt were undone, displaying a small section of milky white flesh.  Martin felt an instant hard on, he swallowed and stared at the lovely teacher as she began her presentation.
 
 
"Tara is a bright girl, Mr. Kehl, but she could apply herself more," said Jennifer, pointing at Tara's grades within her green grade book.
 
Martin was barely listening to Jennifer, his nose was filled with her floral perfume, he yearned to bury his face in her thick red hair, to completely unbutton her billowy, white blouse.
 
"Mr. Kehl?"
 
"What?  I'm sorry, could you repeat that last part?"
 
"I see lack of attention runs in the family," smirked Jennifer.
 
"Are you doing anything after this meeting?"
 
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
 
"Just a drink, coffee, or a beer?"
 
"I don't know."
 
"Please?" grinned Martin, pressing his palms together in supplication.
 
"Okay, just one drink," agreed Jennifer, eyeing the older man warily. *****
 
 
"Nice room, lots of pink," observed Paul from the doorway.
 
"I like pink," pouted Tara, flopping onto her bed.
 
Paul walked to the set of shelves against the far wall and gravely examined Tara's books, his pulse racing.  He had never been in a girl's bedroom before.
 
"Want to listen to some music?"
 
"Sure!"
 
Tara hopped off her bed and switched on her radio.  Britney Spears' sweet voice filled the room as Paul left the shelf and joined Tara on the soft bed.
 
"You look nervous, Paul," grinned Tara.
 
"Look, I'm not trying to get into your pants or anything, I just wanted to see you and talk to you," gulped Paul, shifting his eyes to the girl, then quickly looking away.
 
"Okay," replied Tara, reaching out and taking Paul's left hand.
 
Paul's hand jerked at first, but he relaxed and wrapped his fingers around Tara's.
 
"What do you want to do?"
 
"Can I kiss you?"
 
Tara fell back onto the bed, waiting for Paul.
 
The boy reclined next to Tara, his right hand moving over the girl to caress her left cheek.  Hesitantly, Paul leaned down and kissed Tara, softly, almost fearfully.  Tara wrapped her right arm around Paul's neck and held him while she returned his kiss, sucking on his lips, gently sliding her tongue into his mouth.  Paul's eyes widened, his blood roared in his veins, his heart beat so fast he thought it would explode.  The boy slipped his right arm underneath the sensual girl, hugged her body to his as he kissed her harder, the girl's mouth moist and inviting.
*****
 
 
Martin guided Jennifer into the car, swaying slightly on his way to the driver's side.  Falling into his seat, Martin slammed the car door shut, then started digging in his pockets for his keys.
 
"Let me help," giggled Jennifer, bending down over Martin's crotch and unzipping his fly.
Martin groaned when the young woman enfolded his cock with her lips and started sucking sharply.
He placed his right palm against the back of Jennifer's head, digging his fingers through her silky, red mane while she sucked up and down the length of his member, her tongue stroking his prick to hardness.
 
"Not bad for a freshman," groaned Martin, shifting his hand from Jennifer's head to the waistband of her pants, sliding his fingers underneath her slacks to fondle her tight ass.
 
Jennifer slid her soft, pink lips along the sides of Martin's cock, her tongue lavishing the pole with gleaming saliva.  The girl slurped on Martin's balls, her tongue stroking the fleshy orbs.  As Jennifer licked the tip of his dick, Martin slipped his hand into the girl's panties, running his index finger up and down her crack.  He felt the yielding folds of Jennifer's pussy, he pressed a digit into her cunt, aroused when warm, tender cunt flesh surrounded his questing finger.  Martin's cock throbbed inside Jennifer's mouth, she pumped her head, devouring the older man's meat, her slick lips massaging his swollen shaft.
 
"Fuck me, Martin," moaned Jennifer, rubbing her right cheek against the man's drool- covered prick.
 
"Climb on."
 
Jennifer unbuckled her pants and pulled them off, then tugged down her wet panties.  As the girl slid onto Martin's lap, he pushed the steering wheel out of the way to make room for the horny college freshman.  There was barely enough room for the two lovers, Jennifer was pressed tightly against Martin, their crotches molded together.  Martin unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt and removed it.  He reached around the girl's creamy shoulders, unfastening her white lace bra and tossing it over her discarded trousers and panties.  Martin cupped Jennifer's left breast and sucked hungrily on it, massaging her pink nipple with his moist tongue.  Jennifer moaned blissfully, leaning against Martin, her right hand squeezed between their crotches, stroking his stiff cock.  Martin grabbed a handful of Jennifer's hair and pulled her head back.  He kissed her moaning lips, her mouth warm and yielding.
 
Jennifer positioned Martin's thick cock against the lips of her pussy and pushed forward with her pelvis, driving the quivering shaft inside her.  Man and girl gasped together, Jennifer wrapping her slim arms around Martin's neck, her buttocks clenching as she humped the man beneath her.
 
"Your cunt's so fucking tight!" moaned Martin, his hands squeezing Jennifer's small ass while she slapped onto him over and over, her pussy tight as a vice around his stiff dick. 
 
The naked girl held desperately onto Martin, her breasts squashed against his chest, her panting breath warm upon the skin of his neck.  Martin shifted his hold, hugging Jennifer's slender waist, licking her throat as he thrust up into her dripping cunt, stabbing through her honey-lubricated vagina.  The whole car was rocking from the violence of the two lovers' fucking.  Jennifer's hips shifted faster, she moaned into Martin's left shoulder, her arms squeezing around his neck as her orgasm grew inside her.  Martin pumped harder and harder into the girl, her juices coating his prick and staining his open pants.
 
"I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!" panted Jennifer, slamming her pelvis into Martin, her cunt choking the man's cock as she climaxed, honey oozing from her shuddering hole.
 
Martin and Jennifer breathed heavily, the stench of sex filling the car's interior.
 
"You better take me back so I can get my car," murmured Jennifer.
 
"Sure," groaned Martin, his fingers caressing the girl's warm ass.
 
"I'll understand if you don't want to see me again outside of school activities."
 
"I want to see you again, Jennifer," said Martin, kissing the young woman's bare shoulder.
*****
 
 
Paul had his hand underneath Tara's training bra when headlights illuminated the girl's bedroom window.
 
"Shit!  Daddy's home!"
 
The boy yanked back his hand and leapt from the bed, confusion and lust warring inside his brain.
 
"Quick!  Downstairs and out the back door!" snapped Tara, snatching Paul's hand and leading him out of her room and down the hall.
 
Martin was clumsily trying to unlock the front door when Tara and Paul reached the back door, Tara pulling it open for the dazed boy.
 
"See you in school tomorrow!" said Tara breathlessly, standing on tiptoes to give Paul a kiss on the cheek.
 
"I had fun with you, Tara," smiled Paul.
 
Tara grinned, and leaned forward again to kiss the boy on the mouth. *****