He touched her cheekbones gently, looking down as she ran a quick red tongue around the head of his prick. The sensation was thrilling, tantalizing, and Dallas felt a shudder rake him, felt the sudden contraction of his aching balls.

All the classroom hours he had tried to avoid even looking at this sexy kid, all the tortured dreams that had brought him awake with a stiff rod and a dry mouth; everything pointed to here and to now, to this matchless kind of love they had made together and would continue to make. He gave her the head of his cock, fed it into the open lips and knew the wet, hot caress of her retreating tongue as she drew it into her mouth.

Dallas heard her sigh as she took in his shaft, as she buried the head far back upon the cushion of her tongue and brought her cheeks in to grip it. Her fingers continued to play around his root, to dip beneath the hairy sack of his balls, and to tickle along the underside of his pole all the way up to where it was surrounded by her avid lips. Eyes closed, rocking gently back and forth, Dallas gave himself to the sucking, to the dedicated attention this marvelous girl was paying to his cock.

CHAPTER THREE

“Oh come now,” the man said from behind his shiny desk. “Your hair can’t be all that important to you, Bradburn.”

Dallas looked at the principal, then at the straight backed chair he hadn’t been invited to use; he stood loosely, and even smiled a little. “So it can’t be all that important to the school board, either, Mr. Kingston.”

The principal peered up through black rimmed glasses. “No member of the school board feels his career threatened. I am certain if they did, each and every one of them would accede to the wishes of the community-and immediately, I might add.”

Dallas continued to smile, although his lips felt a little stiff. “Has the community taken a vote on my hair. I wasn’t aware of that, Mr. Kingston.”