School Pigeon - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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School Pigeon

CHAPTER ONEJoyce felt funny. She'd been away from Warren too long, and strange things were happening inside her body. She didn't understand what they were, but she was in great distress.She was restless.Her upper legs itched.Occasionally she broke out in a sweat.She was cranky.Joyce needed something.She hardly heard the droning voice as a pimple-faced girl named Mary Ann Waitkus read a few paragraphs from The Red Badge of Courage.God knew it was a small enough book; but if all the sophomores were as dull as this child, they'd be all semester finding out which side won the Civil War.Joyce sat at her desk, facing the class. She'd not liked the desk from the first day of school, but old Mr. Frankel hadn't been able to find her a desk that wasn't the see-through style. Joyce doubted that Mr. Frankel tried very hard, because he seemed bent on making her uncomfortable. He was doing a good job of it.She squirmed, careful to keep her knees together. Lord, but she was uncomfortable. California wasn't all that warm, but she'd never felt quite this way back in Nebraska. She'd never been away from Warren this long, either; and that one night in bed with him before they'd parted had been a terrible mistake.Joyce eased the center desk drawer open and plucked a Kleenex from the pink box. She wiped her lips and then her palms, before wadding the tissue and dropping it into a wastebasket to one side.She saw the boy looking at her again when she raised her eyes to scan the class.The semester was hardly a month along, but she knew his name well enough. Walter Bogg. He was a big lout of a boy with a long face marked by a cruel chin and insolent eyes. He was a classic discipline problem-poor scholar, bored, unwilling to study, difficult to handle ... and something else.They hadn't told Joyce about high school boys like Walter Bogg when she'd been at State Teachers College. She was almost afraid of him because of the way he would smirk at her, just daring her to make another scene. He was smirking now.Joyce frowned and shook her head almost imperceptibly, her eyes dropping to the book she held.He got her message clearly enough, but he was not going to obey. He kept on smirking while a finger dug into his left nostril.Joyce was afraid she was going to become sick again. She was that angry, that frustrated.