"Good morning, my name is Mrs. Joyner." I said it as I looked out over small room holding about a dozen cadets.  "I am new here so don't expect me to remember names for a while.  If I do remember your name, it's because  you have screwed up.  It is part of my commitment to the administration to report any misconduct to the provost marshal."  I smiled before adding, "Whatever that is."

The reaction I got was a mixture of smiles and condescending looks.  I didn't much care for either.  Still it was nice to be teaching again, and so soon after my legal problems.  

"So let's begin."  With those words I embarked on my lecture.  It had to do with how governments really worked.

My teaching day would consist of three class. I also had to attend lunch with the corp of cadets and monitor a study period.  It was a light schedule.

"We are going to take it easy on you this first semester." The commandant had informed me.

"I appreciate that.  I have never taught in a military school."

"I appreciate that, but we hired you because you had taught at a community college.  And of course you were available on short notice."

I was pretty sure the latter had more to do with it than my teaching history.  Officially, the public school system where I had taught part of one semester, couldn't say more than I had been a satisfactory employee.  They were forbidden to mention the court case or the lawsuit.  My brother Mike had hit them with everything but the kitchen sink before a settlement was reached.  It didn't hurt to have a lawyer in the family.

My problem with the school system had been my own fault but the system had over reacted and too quickly.  Mike made sure that none of it would come back to bite me.  Nothing had really happened, since it was all pretend sex on the internet.  They couldn't even prove that I knew he was a minor.  Yes I had been pretty sure, but that is a long way from proof.

So when Wells Military academy offered me the job I jumped at it.  The job required that I move two hundred miles to the coast, but I didn't mind at all.  I needed to get away and let everything die down anyway.

"I did teach police officers, which is a lot like the course you want me to teach here.  I will be fine but it is going to take me a bit to get my feet on the ground."

"Don't let it take too long Mrs. Joyner.  We need you to be up and running with that class quickly.  We don't have time for lollygagging about."  The commandant was all business.  I liked that about her.  Since I knew nothing about military schools, I had no idea whether or not it was normal for the commandant to be a woman.  I expected that she was the exception not the rule.

I hooked my laptop up to the high speed internet connection in my small housing unit.  The unit wasn't quite an apartment but it wasn't quite a room in a dorm either.  The dorm in which the unit was located had small rooms for the students and two larger ones for the resident staff members.  Being a new staffer, I hadn't had time to find my own accommodations, so I ended up in one of the staff housing units.  I was in the men's dorm, which was really strange.  

Unlike the students, my unit was outside the double fire doors which led to their units.  It gave us all some privacy.  They could walk around naked, if they wanted, since I was told not to venture through the fire doors.  The cadets had to pass by my door going in and out of the dorm building, but I kept it closed and locked.

Sitting at the laptop trying to decide what to say to my dad was a chore.  He hadn't been  happy with me for taking off to teach in a military school.  He didn't know the full story about my public school job, but he knew enough.  Both he and Mike thought I should be seeing a therapist.

I didn't agree of course.  My problem had been with a dominant teenager.  I didn't expect to ever bump into one of them again.  I was quite sure I could resist any and all other temptations.

It took about a week, but I finally got settled in enough to sleep well at night.  New places and noises kept me awake.  At the end of that first week, I was sleeping well and generally got my body back onto a schedule. I should have known that things were going to good.

"Good morning Mrs. Joyner," the girl behind the post office counter said.  The post office was really a disbursement for mail inside the academy.  My letters were addressed to me care of the academy. Then the school resorted them into a mailbox for me.  Along with the USPS mail, I got mail from inside the school.  In general all communications went through that small post office, which wasn't really a post office at all.

"Good morning, gonna be a cold one today," I replied.

"Yes it is.  Glad they got the heater working in here."  With that she handed me three envelopes.  One was from my father and one from the commandant's office.  The third had no return address.  It  had no stamp or post mark, so it obviously was something from the administration office.

I read my dad's letter first.  It was filled with news about  the family and good thoughts for me at my new job.  Everybody wanted me to come home but they also understood that the Academy might be best for the moment.

The commandant's letter was mostly a listing of coming events and reminders about grading deadlines.  It wasn't chatty at all.  Then again, I would have been disappointed if the tone hadn't sounded just like her in real life.  She didn't pull any punches anywhere.

I opened the third letter last.  My knees buckled when I removed the sheet of paper.  It was a letter sized sheet with words pasted to it.  Also there was a photo copy of a newspaper article.  The heading read, "Local teachers charged with sex abuse of student."  All that had later been corrected, but at the time it was what the press had, and everybody thought.

Don't worry, I don't want you exposed but we need to talk.   The note said nothing else.  I looked around to be sure that I wasn't being watched.  I suddenly became paranoid.

I read and reread the note all day.  I wondered what would happen next.  I decided to just go to the commandant and explain everything.  Then I decided to at least wait to see what the author of the note had in mind.  In the end wait and see won the day.  After all I reasoned, I could go to the commandant at anytime.  After my last class I returned to my little two room studio apartment.

I found the envelope someone had pushed under my door.  The note demanded that I meet the writer in the gym at 9pm.  I tried to play detective a little but it was useless.  I couldn't really tell anything about my mysterious pen pal since everything was machine printed.  "The marvels of the computer," I remarked aloud.

I paced the room for at least two hours before the meeting.  I had no idea what to expect, except there was something the writer wanted.  If it was money, he was out of luck that much was for damn sure.

I found the gym without any trouble but couldn't find an open door.  It was completely dark and I didn't plan to make a fuss.  Just as I was about to leave a door that had been locked swung open.  It was dark as hell but I slipped inside anyway.  Suddenly I was standing in a pool of light.  Someone was shining a flashlight on me.

"Turn the damn thing off, I can't see."

"That's the idea.  Until I find out what you are going to do, I plan to protect myself."

"Do about what?"

"You don't want me to show that to the commandant, and I don't want to do it.  So we have a common interest in seeing that I don't do that."

"If you don't want to do it, why did you bother to send it to me?"

"Didn't say I wouldn't.  I just said I didn't want to do it.  Actually I should have said I want something else more."

"And what do you want?"  I was beginning to get past the nervousness and fear.  It was hard for me to believe but I was getting turned on by the muffled voice in the dark.

"First I want you to take off your sweater."  The voice sounded flat.  I supposed it was some kind of disguise.

"So if I undress for you, you won't show that article to anyone?"

"What I said was, I wantd you to take off your sweater more than I wantd to show it to anyone.  Now be a good girl and do it."

I was turned on by it all, I admit.  I tried to think of a way out as well.  I couldn't find any other option.  I could go to the commandant and lose my job, or I could go along and see what happened.  If it got too rough I could go to the commandant and tell all, then leave quietly.  I would be taking whoever was behind the voice with me.  It took me a couple of seconds to make up my mind.  When I did, I took the bottom of my sweater in my hands, then lifted the sweater over my head.  I did it as unceremoniously as possible.  I didn't intend to make a show of it.

I stood there chilled wearing only my bra above my slacks.  I stood slightly shivering.  I wasn't sure then, nor am I now, just how much of it was from the cold and how much from excitement.

"Now the bra," the voice demanded.  

I leaned forward slightly as I undid the hooks.  It was some to reach them easier, and some because my breasts looked better hanging down.  Even at 28 the roller coaster dieting had done some damage to my body.  In other words I sagged some.

The voice said nothing.  I stood before the voice naked to the waist.  Looking into the light surrounded by total blackness, I wasn't afraid.  I probably should have been, but I was a little angry and a lot turned on.

"Offer them to me," the voice demanded yet again.

I knew what I was supposed to do, so I lifted my breasts and pointed the nipples toward the light.

"Good girl.  Now remove your slacks and panties."  I did both quickly.  There wasn't any more doubt as to my motivation.  I was excited and wanted to show off my body to the whoever was behind the voice.

"Now on your hands and knees, then crawl to me like the slut you are."  The words stung me.  I did it and not because I felt threatened, but because I wanted to do it.  No I needed to do it.  I was totally lost in the experience by that time.

When I reached the light, I expected to find a man waiting.  Instead it a figure sitting in a chair with spread legs.  The light was still in my eyes.  My first inkling of who my tormentor was came when I was pulled between the spread legs.  I did not find a cock waiting for me but instead I fount a wet female's legs wrapped around me.

"What are you waiting for kiss it."  

I didn't know what to do.  I had never been with a woman and never thought I would be.  I suddenly lost most of the excitement.  I was back to, should I do it or just go to the commandant.  I was seriously torn at that point.  It was at that point that I realized I hadn't gone along just to save my job, I had gone along because I wanted to.  

I was suddenly in a position that I no longer wanted to go along.  It was finally really down to did I want to save my job or not.  I realized that I would really have to decide how I felt about the whole thing.  Since I didn't have time to think, and since she put her hands on my head to guide me to her, I gave in.

I felt her pulling me forcefully.  I gave her some resistance and it was real not pretend.  I honestly did not want to do it.  I could smell her body and her sex as I got closer.  I could feel her lubricant as she rubbed my face against her vagina.  

"You want my pussy don't you cunt?"  Her words seemed to be more for herself than me.  "Answer me."

I pulled back an inch and spoke with my face almost against her.  "Yes I want you."  Was it true?  I didn't really know at that point.

"What is it you want?"

"I want your pussy?"  I said it and the wall broke.  I still didn't know how I felt about it all, but I did know I wanted to get her off.  I wanted her to cum for me.  

"Good now lets not have any more of that virginal crap.  Now eat me like you know how to do it."  

I began to lick and suck on her lips.  To suck them both into my mouth and chew on them gently.  When she was moving her hips slightly, I moved to lick her clit up and down, then side to side.  I licked it hard and with long tongue strokes.  I felt her body spasm against my mouth.  Suddenly my chin was soaked with her discharge.  It wasn't a lot just a trickle most likely.

"God you are good.  You are my slut aren't you?"

"Yes, yes," I said.  I meant it at that moment.  I looked up but she was still able to keep the light pointed at me.  I knew that the voice belonged to a female but not much else.  I had the impression that she was young but I couldn't have been sure of that even.  It didn't matter I was in it by that time and no longer cared who, or what she was.

"I want you to eat my pussy and masturbate for me.  Do it now slut."  The voice was no longer disguised.  It belonged to a young woman or maybe a girl I wasn't sure.  

I did as she said.  I buried my tongue inside her as I buried two fingers inside myself.  I moved the fingers in and out as I tried to fuck her with my tongue.  Yes I thought of it as fucking her.  When I came it was a huge rolling boiling orgasm that caused my muscles not only to spasm but also to cramp.  I was in deep pain when she pulled away.  The light was gone and I was laying naked and writhing in pain, but mostly I was all alone.

the end