Looking at the girl standing across the net, Rudy grinned lecherously. He didn't blame the dean for having something in mind for this kid. She was fabulous; at thirteen she was still growing. Already, she had blossomed from the first time he had first laid eyes on her. When her father first came up to Craven for the interview his daughter had accompanied him and she was really still a child… scrawny and long-legged… and flat as an ironing board but she had really bloomed since then.

Shit, now her little titties were sticking right out in front of her t-shirt, all round and trim and plump, and just the right size to fit into one of his hands. The twin half-moons of her ass-cheeks swayed provocatively, as she jumped up for the ball and her shorts sometimes caught in the crack between her buttocks. Beneath her shorts he could see the narrow legband of her flimsy white panties, and he wondered just how long it would take him before he would be slipping his hand under them, parting the soft little curls of pussy hair between her legs, slipping his middle finger into the moist little channel of her cunt.

It wouldn't take too long. He was a teacher and she was a thirteen year old kid with a big crush on him and he would have her begging for his cock. That was a fact. Janice Corman wouldn't be the first one of his teenaged students he would have deflowered and she certainly wouldn't be the last. But he was sure going to enjoy this one. So young and so beautiful and so innocent.

Janice was just turning into the locker room when Rudy called out. "Janice, can you help me put the balls away, please?"