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	The Tutoring Session
          by Ann Douglas

Part One

	Clad in a blue T-shirt and white
shorts, Robert York sped down Main
Street on his bike as fast as his five foot
seven frame could carry him.  The
seventeen year old was in such a rush that
he'd almost collided with a delivery truck
back on Russell Way.  As he turned onto
Victoria Street, the dark haired teen
glanced up at the clock on the old library
and realized that he was already a
half-hour late.  It was already almost
seven-thirty.
	Robert practically jumped off his
bike as he reached his destination, Collins'
Drug Store.  Leaving his bike against the
wall, he rushed inside, a small slip of white
paper in his hand.
	"Whoa, slow down, Bobby,"  John
Collins said from behind the counter as he
looked up and saw his delivery boy rush in.
"Where's the fire?"
	Robert really hated it when people
called him Bobby, much preferring the
more adult Robert.  After all, he was only
two weeks from his eighteenth birthday
and six weeks from going way to college.
Still, Mr. Collins had known him since he
was in diapers, so certain allowances had
to be made.
	"Sorry, Mr. Collins," Robert said as
he came to a stop at the countertop.  "I'm
running a little late."
	"Still no reason to rush around like
that,"  Mr. Collins admonished,  "Damn fool
thing to break your neck trying to make up
a few minutes.  The world will still be
there an hour later."
	Thinking back to his near miss with
the delivery truck back on Russell Way,
the slim teenager had to agree with the
older man's advice.  He had too much going
for him to throw it all away in a stupid
accident.
	"Anyway, here's Mrs. O'Neill's
prescription,"  Robert said as he handed
the white slip of paper to the Pharmacist.
"She insisted that I hand it to you
personally."
	Mrs. Alice O'Neill was the widow of
Thomas O'Neill III, the founder and late
President of Northfork Station's largest
bank.  A position now held by her oldest
son.  As such, even at ninety-two, she
wasn't someone anyone in town could
afford to treat with disrespect.  Or at
least any action that she might perceive as
disrespect.
	Over twenty-five years ago, long
before Robert had even been born, a clerk
at another Drug Store had made an error
in copying down a prescription that had
been called in by one of her doctors.
Thankfully, it hadn't been a harmful
mistake, but it had made her insist that
any future prescription be delivered in
writing.
	"I'll have Johnny run it out to the
O'Neill house as soon as I'm done,"  Mr.
Collins said as he read the form, causing
Robert to let out a small sigh of relief
that he wasn't going to have to make
himself even later by having to go back.
	"I'll be going then,"  Robert said as
he again glanced up at the closest clock.
	"That would be fine,"  Mr. Collins
replied as he took a moment to remember
on what shelf he would find the pills called
for in the prescription.  "Oh by the way,
your mother called about an hour ago."
	"Thanks Mr. Collins,"  Robert said,
"I'll call her before I leave."
	Leaving the Pharmacist to his work,
Robert moved to the payphone on the wall
near the door and dropped in a quarter.
His home phone was busy and continued to
be so when he tried a second and third
time.  He finally gave up, thinking if it had
been anything really important, his Mom
would've left a message.
	"Goodnight, Mr. Collins,"  Robert
called out as he waved good-bye.
	Absorbed in his work, Mr. Collins
didn't even notice him leave.

	Racing again through the streets of
Northfork Station, Robert kept Mr.
Collins' advice in mind and went a little
more carefully.  After all, it wasn't like it
was going to be the end of the world if he
missed his tutoring session.
	Two months before, Robert had
graduated with the rest of his friends
from Lincoln High.  Although he passed all
of his classes, his math grades had
dropped to a level that didn't make  his
parents happy.
	He tried to explain that it wasn't
totally his fault.  True, he had at least
partly fallen into the "let it slide"
syndrome that many high school seniors
become afflicted with their last semester.
With their college acceptance already in
hand, it was hard to concentrate on good
grades.
	Yet, part of the drop in his math
grade had to also be attributed to his
having Miss Freyne  as a teacher.  The old
joke, that the elderly teacher had been
there when the school had been built
wasn't far from the truth.  Not only had
Robert's parents endured her uninspiring
lessons, but his grandparent's as well.
There hadn't been a student in Robert's
class who hadn't seen their math grade
drop at least ten points.
	Robert's parents had suggested,
rather incessantly, that their son take a
refresher course over the summer to
prevent his being at a disadvantage when
he started his freshman year in the fall.
Robert had resisted the idea, not wanted
to spend his summer in a classroom.  A
compromise had finally been reached when
they agreed to hire a private tutor
instead.  Deciding  it was the lesser of two
evils, Robert gave in.

	There were few teachers in the
small town that did private tutoring,
mostly some of older ones who didn't have
any real plans for the summer.  So it was a
pleasant shock to the young man when he
discovered that his parents had hired
Emily Samuels as his tutor.
	Emily Samuels was thirty years old
and had just started at Lincoln High the
previous year.  There were a lot of rumors
that came with her, some of which had
proven true and others just speculation.
	It was true that she'd grown up in
Northfork Station, having gone to the
same school where she now taught.  It was
also true, although a lot of the details
were sketchy, that she had returned to
the small town after having moved to the
big city almost a decade before, gotten
married and then divorced.
	Whatever the reason, she had been
warmly received by the student body.  The
girls liked her because she was more in
tune with the world today, and not
constantly going on about the way it used
to be.  The boys didn't need any reason
other than the way she looked when she
walked in the door every morning.  Five six
and a hundred and thirty pounds, Emily
Samuels had short, dark red hair that she
wore cut just a few inches above her neck.
She had a slim build that accented her
small rounded breasts.  A check of the
year's attendance record would reveal
that few students of either sex missed
her class.  Robert had been no exception.
	She had gotten the rare teaching
position, since Miss Freyne was living proof
that most teachers at Lincoln High stayed
there forever, through the strong
recommendation of Danielle Cody, the
school's vice principal.  Another product of
the small town, the heavy set black woman
had been a teacher when Emily had been a
student.
	Danielle Cody had been the vice
principal for the last five years and as
such was responsible for discipline in the
school.  Few students who had a run in
with her in that capacity ever forgot it.
Robert himself had the misfortune to be
among that number during his last month
at Lincoln.
	It had all come about because of
what had been known for years as simply-
The List.  Somewhat of a tradition at
Lincoln High, it wasn't exactly one that
the school was proud of.  That was quite
understandable, seeing as the list was a
collection of all the girls in the senior
class, ranking them as far as sexual assets.
	This year, the list had taken on a
whole new dimension when it added a
column depicting many of the girl's sexual
history.  To further compound the
indignation, someone hacked into the
school's official web site and posted it
there.  Many parents had gone into a rage
to find that their darling daughters not
only weren't virgins, according to the list,
but that they swallowed as well.
	One of the students who had access
to the web site, Robert had undergone a
very intimidating interrogation by Miss
Cody.  He was never so thankful to be able
to say he knew nothing, as the old line he
saw on TV Land went.
	Throughout his interrogation,
Robert couldn't help but get the
impression that Danielle Cody seemed to
be secretly amused by the whole thing.
His desire to keep a straight face wasn't
helped by that idea or the fact that even
at forty-two, the vice principal was a
pretty attractive woman.
	Five foot five, Danielle Cody had
dark mahogany skin and short salt and
pepper hair that she wore close cropped to
her scalp.  With a robust build that
carried well her hundred and sixty pounds,
it was her 40D breasts that had given her
the nickname of "Juggs" in her younger
years.  A name still used by some of the
students, but of course none of them
would ever use that to her face.
	But of course there was nothing to
prevent the nickname from repeating
itself endlessly in Robert's mind as he
listened to her questions and tried to
convince her of his innocence.  Especially
with the inspiration for the nickname
practically hanging a few feet from his
face.
	In the end, it was determined that
neither Robert, nor any of other students
questioned, had anything to do with the
desecration of the web site.  It was only
after graduation that he learned, from
someone who had actually been involved,
that the whole thing had been the work of
Sarah Golden, the President of the
Computer Club.  A little piece of revenge
on all the popular girls who had looked
down on her as being unfit to be in their
little circle.

	The memory faded from Robert's
mind as he turned onto Seaside Road.
There were few houses this far out on this
side of town and the old Samuels' house
was the last of them.  George Bishop,
Emily's grandfather had been as
successful as Thomas O'Neill and had built
his family home at the edge of the
beachfront some sixty years before.  The
house had been updated over the years
and finally became Emily's on the passing
of her parents.  It was not the type of
home one expected of an underpaid
schoolteacher.
	A fact that Robert was reminded of
as he finally spotted the large house at
the end of the road.  Unlike the other
teachers, Emily didn't need the money
extra summer work brought.  She had
another motivation for agreeing to tutor
Robert.
	Back when Emily had been in high
school, she had benefited from the
tutoring efforts of a woman who had left
full time teaching to raise a family.  In
fact, many of those tutoring sessions had
taken place with her toddler son playing
beneath the table while they studied.  The
woman's name had been Michelle York.

	"Damn, over an hour late,"  Robert
said to himself as he carried his bike up
onto the porch of the old house and put it
down next to a long wooden bench.  "I hope
she's not too angry."
	After getting no response the third
time he rang the bell, Robert decided that
Mrs. Samuels' must've gotten tired of
waiting and gone out.  Just to be sure, he
walked around to the side of the house to
check the long driveway that ran to the
backyard.
	To his surprise, not only was Mrs.
Samuel's car still in the driveway, there
was a second car as well.  Curious, he
moved all the way to the backyard fence.
Once there, he heard the sounds of a
stereo playing soft music, probably the
reason the doorbell had gone unanswered.
	As he stood behind the door to the
yard, he could now hear Emily's voice on
the other side.  Robert was about to call
out and let her know he was here, if a
little late, when he heard a second voice
that caused him to pause.
	It only took a few moments for
Robert to recognize the second voice.  It
wasn't one he could easily forget.  The
second car belonged to Danielle Cody.
	That in of itself didn't seem so
unusual.  After all, it was no secret that
the two had been friends for almost
fifteen years.  And of course both were on
the faculty at Lincoln.  Yet, for some
unknown reason, Robert decided to take a
look through the cracks in the fence
before he called out.  Just to satisfy his
curiosity.

	Looking through a knothole in the
wood, Robert was glad he did.  There,
sitting in the small half deck enclosed hot
tub not ten feet away, was indeed Mrs.
Samuels and Miss Cody.  Both were
stretched out in the warm water, wearing
bathing suits that one didn't normally
associate with teachers.  Each was holding
a glass of wine in their hands.
	Robert had to say that Mrs.
Samuels looked pretty hot in her
two-piece suit.  Not that he'd ever admit
it, but he'd pictured her in a lot more
revealing outfits at times.  Sometimes
he'd imagined her in no outfits at all,
usually  while he indulged in a practice
that many teenage boys enjoyed
immensely.
	Even more captivating was the view
of Miss Cody in her own suit.  The
scantiness of which gave him a vivid view
of her large dark breasts.  The deep valley
of which were like a magnet to his young
eyes.
	Robert really couldn't make out
their conversation, but it was interlaced
with bursts of laughter. Even without
clear sound, the spectacle was enough to
cause a major reaction in his shorts.
	"God, I wish I had a camera,"
Robert thought as he watched through the
small hole, the tightness in his pants
causing him to rub his hand against the
growing bulge.
	A few minutes passed as Robert
continued to watch the two women laugh
and drink their wine.  He was greatly
tempted to undo his shorts and take
better care of the rising urgency now
filling him, but let it pass for now.  A part
of him felt guilty at what was obviously an
invasion of privacy.
	The wind shifted and Robert found
that he could now hear what they were
saying.  The discussion seemed to be about
Mr. Ryan, the history teacher who had
been involved in a sort of mini-scandal at
the close of the school year.  Robert
wasn't sure what it had all been about,
only that his class had been taken over by
a substitute the last two weeks of the
semester.
	"So Doug Ryan's not going to be
fired after all?"  Mrs. Samuels was asking.
	"No,"  Miss Cody replied.  "When the
fall semester starts, he'll be right back in
his classroom like he's been for the last
twenty years."
	"I can't believe you got principal
Barber to change his mind,"  the
redheaded teacher went on.  "When
classes ended last June, he was saying hell
would freeze over before he let Ryan
teach in his school again."
	"Well, I managed to change his
mind,"  the older woman smiled.  "I
convinced him that finding out that a
teacher collects adult books was hardly
grounds to fire him.  After all, it wasn't
like any of it was pedophilia or anything
like that."
	"He seemed pretty determined,"
the teacher repeated.
	"One thing I've learned in the last
thirty years,"  the dark woman said as she
took another drink of wine,  "You should
never underestimate the  persuasive power
of a few blow jobs."
	"You're kidding?"  the smaller
woman said in surprise.
	The grin on her face told her that
she wasn't.
	"Well then maybe you'd have more
fun spending your free nights with the
principal then?"
	"I'd rather spend them with my
favorite former student and ..."  Miss Cody
answered as the wind shifted again and
Robert couldn't clearly hear what came
next.

	Robert was sure he must've heard
the two of them wrong.  He couldn't have
really just heard the vice-principal tell his
tutor that she'd convinced the principal to
change his mind about firing Mr. Ryan by
sucking him off a few times.  If he had
doubted his ears with what he'd heard, he
was about to see something that was going
to make him doubt his eyes even more.
	Robert watched Miss Cody put down
her glass on the deck and lean closer to
Mrs. Samuels.  The teenager almost loss it
totally as the dark skinned woman placed
her hands on both sides of the younger
woman's face and pulled it to her.
	The long kiss that followed was
impossible for Robert to miss and
furthermore impossible to dismiss as
simply a friendly exchange between
colleagues.  That was unless colleagues
were normally in the habit of sliding their
tongues into each other's mouth.
	"Holy shit!"  Robert gasped
wordlessly as he watched in amazement as
the vice-principal reached down and undid
the top of the teacher's suit, exposing the
rich pink nipples beneath.
	Nipples that faded from view a few
moments later as Miss Cody broke their
kiss and  moved her mouth and tongue to
engulf them.  An action that caused Mrs.
Samuels' eyes to go wide and an audible
moan to flow from her lips.
	From his hidden vantage, Robert
watched in what he could only describe as
a state of shock.  Things like this didn't
happen here, he told himself.  Not in little
towns like Northfork Station.  Yet there
was no denying the evidence of his eyes.
	Evidence which continued to unfold
as the yellow top barely containing Miss
Cody's large mounds gave way as well.
Unlike the smaller woman next to her, the
black nipples were long and wide, with an
areola half as wide as Robert's hand.  The
full size of Miss Cody's breasts were
further illustrated when she took hold of
the smaller redhead and pressed her face
deep into the valley between them.
	Just when Robert thought he'd seen
the most amazing thing he'd ever seen in
his life, one even more unbelievable
presented itself.  Miss Cody released Mrs.
Samuels and plunged both her dark hands
down beneath the water.  When they
emerged, they were holding the bottom of
her bathing suit.  An act that produced
the widest of smiles on the teacher's face.
An expression of delight that was
reflected in the vice-principal's dark
features as she lifted herself out of the
hot tub and onto the half deck around it.
	In the fading light of the day,
Robert could just about see the dark
patch between the older woman's spread
legs.  Bright red ones replaced the dark
hairs as the teenager watched in
amazement as his math tutor gave a first
hand demonstration of cunninglingus.

	Shadows began to grow longer with
the setting sun, making it harder for
Robert to see what was happening.
Unwilling to give up on a sight that he
knew he would remember forever, Robert
tried to move to a more advantageous
position to continue watching.  He quickly
discovered that the only way he was going
to be able to do so was to climb up on top
of one of the metal garbage cans.  Not
even thinking twice about it, he did just
that.
	For his efforts, the dark haired
teen was rewarded with a clear view of
the Sapphic lovemaking only a few feet
away as the timer on the small deck lights
came to life.  Clouded in the encroaching
shadows himself, he was sure he wouldn't
be seen.
	It finally became too much for
Robert to take without trying to give
himself some relief as well.  He reached
down to loosen his shorts and take hold of
his cock, planning to jerk himself off as he
watched.  His hastily conceived plan
quickly went wrong as he suddenly lost his
balance and fell forward, crashing into the
old wooden fence.  The half rotted wood
shattered under his weight, sending him
flying into the yard with a resounding
echo.

	The world was still spinning when
Robert opened his eyes.  Luckily he'd
landed on a pile of plastic bags filled with
grass clippings.  When his eyes did finally
focus he knew he was in a whole world of
trouble.
	"Omigod!"  he heard Mrs. Samuels
exclaim as she recognized him.
	As his head stopped spinning,
Robert saw that she had wrapped a beach
towel around herself, covering the body he
had been watching so intently.
	"Are you all right?"  another voice
asked from his right.
	Robert turned his head to see Miss
Cody standing over him, her arm reaching
down to give him a hand.  Unlike the owner
of the house, the older black woman was
still stark naked.
	"I think so,"  Robert said as he took
her offered hand and rose to his feet.  "I
guess the bags broke my fall."  he added
without thinking.
	"Robert, what are you doing here?"
Mrs. Samuels asked as she regained some
of her composure.
	"We were supposed to have a
tutoring session tonight,"  Robert said
sheepishly, knowing that his explanation
would in no way explain his spying on the
two of them.
	"But that was canceled,"  the towel
wrapped woman exclaimed, still in a state
of half-shock.  "I called your mother this
afternoon and cancelled it."
	"I never got the message,"  Robert
answered automatically.
	"Omigod,"  the teacher said once
more as the last of her shock wore off and
the full implications of what had happened
finally hit her.  "How long were you
watching us?"  she asked, the answer of
which she was sure would spell the end of
her new teaching career.
	Robert didn't answer, but the
woman to his right did.
	"Evidently long enough,"  she said,
drawing attention to the highly visible
erection pressing against his shorts.
	"Danielle, what are we going to do?"
Emily asked, the shock that had gripped
her now starting to give way to panic.
	"Calm down, Emily,"  Danielle replied
in a strong even tone.  "It's going to be
fine.  Don't worry, just let me handle
everything."
	   Robert was amazed that even in
this situation, Miss Cody seemed to be in
total charge.  Standing totally naked in
front of a teenage boy half her age, she
wasn't fazed in the least that he had just
watched her engaged in lesbian sex with
one of her subordinates.
	"We don't have a problem here, do
we Mr. York?"  she asked, turning her
attention back to Robert.
	"I ... err ..."  he stammered.
	"You see, Emily,"  she continued,  "all
we have to do is give young Mr. York here
a good reason not to rush off and tell all
his little friends about what he saw.
Something he'd enjoy a lot more."

	Robert didn't catch on right away
at what Miss Cody was suggesting.  Miss
Samuels, however, understood almost
immediately.  Her face went pale and the
sense of panic that she felt minutes
before instantly returned.
	"After all, if we invited Bobby here
to the party, I think he'd much more
willing to keep our little secret."  Miss
Cody put into words what she had been
insinuating.
	"You can't be suggesting that I fuck
a student?"  Emily said, the suggestion
sending a forbidden thrill through Robert
as he finally realized what was going on.
	"Former student,"  Danielle
corrected her, "and even so, you wouldn't
be the first teacher to do it.  I don't seem
to remember you having as much of a
problem with it when the situations were
reversed."
	Robert was afraid to say a word,
fearing if he did so it would break the
magic of the moment.  He might not have
been the brightest kid to come out of
Lincoln High, but it didn't take a genius to
know that the reference Miss Cody had
just made was to both her and Mrs.
Samuels.  Their lesbian relationship dated
back to the days when the younger woman
had been his age.
	A sudden more interesting thought
flashed through Robert's mind.  The
notion that Mrs. Samuels was into women
when his mother had tutored her?  If so,
had anything happened between the two of
them?
	He didn't have time to really
consider that idea for too long as the
black woman immediately drew his
attention back to the here and now.
	"Besides,"  Danielle said with a
broad grin as she reached out and undid
the towel Emily had covered herself with,
exposing her body to Robert once more,
"you were just licking the pussy of the
vice-principal.  How much more trouble
could you be in for fucking an ex-student."

	"Holy shit, she's saying I'm can fuck
Mrs. Samuels,"  Robert's mind screamed
as he looked at her near nude body, still
unable to believe this was really happening.


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