Alberta Graham
The twins and teacher
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Appleton carefully pinned up her long dark hair before leaving her apartment for her first class of the day. Reflected in the mirror, she saw a pretty oval face with deep-set blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes. Her creamy complexion needed almost no make-up, and Alice contented herself with applying just the slightest bit of lip gloss to her small but perfectly formed lips. The somber-toned charcoal-grey dress molded well to Alice Appleton's curvaceous figure, but not too closely. Alice preferred the more conservative approach to everything, and she knew that she was admired at the school because of it. She was an excellent teacher of English, and the young twenty-three year old took great pride in her work with the boys of the Scotsdale School. This was the attractive brunette's second year now at the school, and Alice felt that she would like to stay for a long, long while.
It was easy to spend most of her time studying, planning lessons, and correcting papers. That way the pretty dark-haired teacher had little time to think of the past. Even so, however, there were moments when that past pressed into the present, bringing with it unwanted memories.
This was one of those disturbing moments, and Alice blinked her eyes rapidly at her own reflection in the mirror, when she realized that she was no longer thinking of the class that was to come, but of him.
Martin's hands running over her soft exposed skin, there in the fresh night air; the feel of the blanket beneath her; the longing in her loins as she felt him pressed closer and closer to her trembling body. How good it had been to lie back, her head feeling the bumps of the grass against the blanket and up above, beyond Martin's hovering form, the night sky and the stars, and then the feel of her skirt being pulled up, the sound of her own acquiescent sigh as her flimsy silk panties were eased down over her trembling thighs, and she knew what was going to happen. The way her legs had parted – or had he parted them with his own – and then her closed eyes, the naked heat of him against her, and the awful pushing pain. Her cry of fear rising to the night, and then the pleasure, the powerful, moving pleasure filling every portion of her quivering young body, making her know that she could, indeed she would live forever as long as she remained in Martin's arms.
"OH GOD!" Alice turned away from the mirror and scurried into the small bathroom that all the teachers' apartments had. There she dabbed witch hazel on her face with little cotton squares, feeling the cooling liquid bring her back to normal. The trembling of her legs had ceased, and Alice felt she would be able to go to her class now. She reminded herself firmly that Martin and all that was finished, far behind her. She was no longer a foolish eighteen year old, silly enough to fall for the phony promises of a man older and more cunning than she. No, there were no men in Alice's life now, and there had been none since Martin, and that was the way she wanted it. Much better to enjoy her quiet but rewarding life as a teacher, than to risk everything for a man's unfaithful caresses.
Refreshed and determined, Alice made her way from her apartment in the left wing of the main building of the private boys' school, the central portion of which housed some of the boys' dorms on the top floors and most of the classrooms on the lower floors. The left wing was in reality a recently built extension to the main building, designed specifically to house the faculty members who lived on campus.
"Morning, Miss Appleton."
"Nice day, Miss Appleton!"
"You're looking lovely today, Miss Appleton."
Alice blushed and said thank you to Mr. Boyse who was the last person she passed in the corridor that lead to her classroom. A fellow-teacher, she couldn't bring herself to be rude to him, even though she often wanted to tell him that his personal remarks were unnecessary. For some reason, though, today Miss Appleton didn't mind Mr. Boyse's remark as much as she might have. He was harmless enough, and there was no danger whatsoever that the chemistry teacher would seek a more intimate relationship with her. Yes, Miss Appleton felt quite safe at the school, and it was a relief to know that she was secure at all times.