Miss Kay White, head librarian of Ferndale High School, flushed slightly as she studied the new sex-education text destined for use in the tenth grade. No one had been that explicit about screwing when she was a teen-ager. Perhaps it was a good thing, though. If she'd known then what she knew now, she might have saved herself a lot of trouble.

Kay White was twenty-eight and single. From the time she could talk and ask questions, her mother had put her off about sex, except to tell her that it was "evil" and that men "want only one thing from a woman". Kay grew up so shy and frightened of men that she'd hardly even dated in high school and college, and had never gotten close enough to a boy to encourage a serious courtship. So here she was, close to thirty, and without a man of her own.

Once the fact had only bewildered her, but now it obsessed her. Her own biology was beginning to catch up with her, making her toss and turn in her lonely bed at night. Miss Kay White was plainly and simply horny.

Not that she would have used that word for it. Kay knew exactly what her trouble was, because she was a well-educated young woman and had long ago made up for her ignorance about sex. She simply wouldn't have used the word "horny", that was all. Kay was also a lady.

She raised her large dark eyes from the sex-education textbook and glanced at her student helper, Danny. She hungered for his slim but muscular body, but she didn't think of herself as horny. She considered herself deprived.

It was a ludicrous fact, considering Miss White's stunning figure and face. Tall and long-legged, she was the kind of woman who made men turn in the streets and gawk.

Her tiny, firm waist blossomed out into trim, flowing hips, and her tits were larger than average but quite firm and jutting. Her face was that of a haughty Spanish noblewoman – olive-skinned, full lips in a sensuous pout, great dark eyes with heavy black lashes. Her raven-black hair was thick, shiny, and abundant, cascading to her waist.