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Mimi Peters stared at the paper lying on her desk and glanced up at to see a student walk into her outer office. She detested the dual role she was placed into at the sudden illness of the counselor however she was glad she could assist her students. The student in her outer office had a problem and she was at a loss on solving it. To date, she had been successful in dealing with problems where conduct, constant tardiness, laziness in class, and a dozen other minor situations students perceived as major, but this was a major problem with long lasting consequences. Dan was waiting in her outer office, at her request.

She looked into the outer office and Dan was talking to another student, a pretty young freshman. He appeared so confident as she watched the two in conversation. He was a changed student since he came to the school a year earlier but he couldn't make, correction, wouldn't make decisions where others were involved. The AG teacher had written her a note each week, informing her of his inability in this area and even had recommended private, outside counseling. She remembered the words being underlined, "is willing to let situations pass, hoping they will go away. He needs to be more aggressive and take immediate action on problems. He has the ability. He is ineffective in any role as a leader."

She had spoken to the AG teacher and he explained Dan's responsibilities after he left school. He was a long-time friend of Nathan's and knew how he had struggled to make the farm profitable and Dan was inheriting the farm and its problems. He reminded her, farmers were a dying breed, and only the strongest would survive, and his goal was to insure Dan survived.

She read and reread the paper, the last three nights and each night she had the same feeling. The student, Mark, would complete school because he was sent to school and after school, when there was no direction for him, he would gradually start drifting and within a few years he would be forced into menial labor to survive. He would hit bottom and remain there, unaware the knowledge he had inside his head wasn't being utilized. He would be happy just to barely get by. She just hoped it worked because if she was successful two students would be served, the dark side being both would continue to struggle if it failed. Dan and Mark were exactly alike.

Mimi Peters looked up at the sound of the knock on her door, and motioned to the chair beside her desk, "Sit down, please, Dan."

Unknown to her, Dan felt a sudden warm feeling pass through his body at the sound of her voice. He pulled the chair half a dozen inches from the desk to allow him room to lay his arm on the edge. He got comfortable and waited for her to speak, after all, she had summoned him.

Mimi Peters looked at Dan and there was an aura about him. She wanted to put her arms around him to protect him, and the flash went through her body, forcing her to press her legs tightly together. She didn't understand her feelings about him, mainly because she was his teacher, and teachers do not get involved with students. She stared at him and suddenly felt jealous. She was jealous of four students who looked at him and she could see the girls almost melting whenever they spoke to him. She realized that was just a figure of speech, people don't melt, but that was the way she was feeling at the moment.

She needed to inform Dan that the AG teacher had met with Nathan and he had agreed to sponsor a co-op student. The student selected was Mark and Mimi Peters had purposely selected him because he had the same traits as Dan when he came to the school. He was a follower, but had capabilities equaling Dan. She, and the AG teacher had conferred and between the two they thought it was a good match and they were as sure as they could be, both students would benefit. She had the responsibility to inform the students of the schools intentions. There was one difference between the two boys she was troubled with, that being the status of the families. Dan was from an affluent family and Mark's family was poor, borderline poverty level in fact.

Mimi Peters jumped from her chair, driving it against the wall, seconds after Dan's chair had scraped across the floor when Dan had jumped up quickly, only to trip and fall to the floor.

Dan had looked over his shoulder and when he saw Mark he quickly became on the defense, only to trip and fall in the floor. Dan had avoided Mark for weeks and his sudden appearance behind him was cause for concern. Mark, and his two friends, had given Dan twenty stitches at their last meeting. Since that day Dan had seen him in school and always avoided him.

Mimi saw there was a hostility between the two and quickly stepped between them. Her first question was to herself, "What had she done now?"

Mark was quick to explain, and in detail, what the confrontation between had been, and the reason. He told the story and I remembered, not being struck by him, but being struck from behind. I had not thought of it before because he had confronted me and then the fight broke out. Actually there was no fight, it was just a beating. My stitches had come from being kicked in the head by both his friends. I learned the two with him were not really friends but had been sent by Butch, and they were among the boys who had not been in school for a while.

I learned I had been avoiding him for weeks and he had forgot the incident almost. He said he never struck me one time, and I believed him. I remembered he had confronted me and had been in front of the entire time it took for the fracas, and I couldn't recall him striking out.

I had to wait in Ms. Peters office while she summoned Lisa. Mark had brought the picture up and I had to explain. Lisa came into the office and she turned pale when I was asked about the picture in front of her. I had to apologize and I told her I had destroyed the picture, which I had after my first talk with Nathan on the hill. I was glad when Ms. Peters finally let me return to class.

When I returned home, Nathan and I discussed Mark's role. He was to be my mirror, my equal, and Nathan would give the report to school. Actually, Frank and Joe were going to be giving us our grade. They would inform Nathan of our good, as well as our bad decisions. It was to be to our benefit if we collaborated on our decisions, before we made them.

I told Rita, later that evening, I didn't know how this was going to work and she informed me Nathan had previously had co-op students working on the farm and they had done well. That made me feel a little better, but I had apprehension because I was now one of the students. She reminded me Frank and Joe had worked for Nathan for over fifteen years and they would see I did not mess up.

I was called to Ms. Peters office the first class the following day. She had a favor to ask and wanted me to ask Mark if he would like to double to the dance Friday night. Mark and Lisa were not going because they had no transportation and they live quite a distance from the school.

I spoke to Mark and he was happy to accept and we would get together in the afternoon to make a schedule. I told him I was also bringing Nina and her date but six in the crew cab was no problem. I saw Gay that evening and informed her Lisa and Mark would also be going to the dance with us.

Friday afternoon, Dan came in the house, later than usual, and placed a paper sack in the refrigerator. Ida and Rita were making pastries for a neighbor who had just returned from the hospital, and Dan walked by Rita and kissed her forehead and passed through the kitchen to his room.

Ida noticed he seemed happy but hadn't spoken to either but had kissed her sister. Ida asked, "What was that about?"

Rita looked at her sister and smiled, "I reminded him last evening he needed a corsage for his date."

Ida went to the refrigerator and opened the sack he had placed inside, and said to Rita, "There are three corsages in here."

The sisters looked at one another with a questioned look and Rita said, "I don't know," and continued with the work spread before her on the table.

Dan cleaned his truck, he wanted to impress the girls later, and walked to the barn. He was going to feed for Ben but found Ben had fed and was with his father. Frank and Joe were working on a tractor and had parts strewn over the floor. Ben was cleaning parts as his father passed them to his son.

Frank looked up at Dan and said, "Son, we are going to need some new equipment next year. I don't think we can keep this running much longer, and Eddie told us it is costing us too much in repairs. I'm afraid this tractor has about seen its better days and," he paused and removed his cap, scratching his head, "And this is not the only bad piece, we have a half dozen more we haven't got to yet."

Dan nodded and began looking around, "I'll have to talk to Nathan." Dan stood around a few more minutes and then walked back towards the house.

Frank looked over at Joe, who was now scratching his head, "Joe, looks like we have two more years here, we may have put our eggs in the wrong basket. That is his standard answer now, and you know Nathan has been letting things slide for about four years, ever since he had that first heart attack."

"You're right, Joan and I have been talking about it for about a month now. She is worried, she hates the thought of giving up over fifteen years to this place. I guess Donna feels the same way too." Joe said in a disgruntled tone. "Damn, all those tough years and just when things were rolling along, shit hits the fan again."

"Joe, if we can make it three more years it will mean a lot for the kids, by them we will just have a half dozen or less at home, probably all of Hal's will be gone." Frank was sounding dejected as he spoke.

Joe looked up and Frank saw the look of determination set in his jaw. They had worked side-by-side for over fifteen years and could just about read one another's reaction to any problem but Frank was surprised at Joe's next remarks, "Joan said she is going to have a talk with Rita. She seems to be the one holding everyone together in the big house now. And you know something else, I think Dan has a thing for his aunt, have you seen the way he looks at her?"

Frank chuckled and came back with, "Yeah, I've seen him look at her. He has that same look you and I had ten years ago when we looked at her, but maybe he has more charm than we had."

Both men started laughing, remembering their attempts to get her in bed with them; she had a reputation for being a party girl, even back then. They were still having sporadic outbursts of laughter until it was time to call it a night, and head home for supper.

Dan walked into the family room and Rita whistled. Ida let out a loud 'whoop' and Nathan smiled and nodded. Rita said, "You look sharp tonight. If your date stands you up come back and get me."

Dan was wearing a tux, a first for him, tonight being one of two formal occasions at the school. Rita had chosen the silver-charcoal tux. The colors changed between black and silver, as he moved. She knew it would match the white formal, with a white with black sequined wrap Gay was wearing. Dan waved at Nathan and kissed his aunts on the forehead on his way out.

Dan remembered the corsages and stored them in the truck. He hoped Mark was ready because they would be pressed for time. When he finally made the long trip to Mark's, Mark was ready and they drove toward Lisa's. While driving Dan asked if Mark had remembered a corsage for Lisa.

Mark looked at him, a saddening look on his face, "No, I used all my bread to get this monkey suit."

Dan handed Mark the corsage when they reached Lisa's, and said, "Give her this, please,"

Mark didn't speak but Dan knew the look on his face was his way of saying thanks. Dan waited and ten minutes later Lisa came out and asked Dan, "Would you come inside, my father wants to meet you?" Lisa's face wasn't smiling as it should have been considering the occasion.

Dan walked in behind Lisa and was hit with a barrage of questions from her father, the last question causing tears to form in Lisa's eyes. "Don't you kids be parking and screwing after the dance. I don't want my daughter getting pregnant tonight." Dan knew he was drunk and he felt sympathy for Lisa.

Lisa's mom spoke, "Honey, let the kids go, they are going to be late."

They listened as the two adults argued and Lisa slowly pushed them to the door. They were almost at the truck when he heard Lisa's father shout at her mother, "Hell woman, you got knocked up the night of the harvest dance."

Lisa was silently crying as he drove to Gays. Gay was ready and Donna made a big deal about the corsage. Donna tied the corsage on her wrist, the dress being strapless. Dan was in a hurry to get out of the house. Frank shook his hand and Donna kissed Gay and Dan on the cheek. As they were about to walk out the door Frank called, "Dan, you kids have a good time tonight. Gay, you look gorgeous, like a princess." Gay rushed over and hugged him. I heard him say, "I love you sweetheart."

She replied, a tear forming her eye, "I love you too daddy." She grabbed my arm and rushed me out the door.

Mark noticed Gay was crying and he hoped Dan had not been exposed to her father, as he had Lisa's.

Dan drove to his house and asked his companions to come inside while they picked up Nina and her date. They followed him and when Nina met him, looking good and wearing a corsage, she listened and nodded as he whispered to her.

Nina took Gay and Lisa to the bathroom and the girls freshened their makeup. Rita asked Dan what the problem was after the girls were out of hearing range. She explained Gay's tears were of joy however Lisa's father had embarrassed her in front of Mark and he. He started to explain but the girls came back into the room.

Nathan whistled at the trio and Ida told him, "You better watch you heart old man."

Nathan spoke up, "If it gives out because of these three beauties I will have a smile on my face when they lower the lid on me."

I had to agree with Nathan because I had been sporting an erection since Lisa had walked from her front door. The dress she wore was of a clinging material and molded to every shape of her gorgeous body. It was a light purple and the sheer white outer garment, was fuller and caused the shapely body beneath to be accentuated, heightening her sexuality as she walked.

Nina was adorned in a sea green gown, striking her just below the knees. The dress had a coral shell pattern, and the shells appeared to be floating. Her movement seemed to entice the shells to move more freely. The dress was backless and a band of shells appeared to be holding her breasts as the band flowed upwards and encircled her neck. It gave the appearance her 'C' sized breasts were much larger. The dress was a definite turn-on.

The white formal, with a white with black sequined wrap, Gay was wearing, had a challenging deep 'V' and the cups holding her breasts appeared to be standing alone, drawing attention to her breasts, and making them appear much larger than they actually were. The dress struck her three inches above the knees, and gave the effect of added height to her normal five-four.

Rita insisted on getting pictures of the girls, then the girls and dates, and the grand finale was when she had them surround Nathan and take his picture with them. They seemed to enjoy this tremendously and insisted on individual pictures with him. I think that was the happiest I had seen Nathan on the entire time I had lived in his home. Rita finally ran out of film and we were able to leave for the dance.

Gay and I were alone in front and Nina and Lisa, and dates, sat in the back. When Gay saw how close they were sitting in the back she moved over close to me, actually pressing her leg and body against mine. The two couples in the rear began laughing and joking, not including Gay and I in their chatter, while I drove. Gay surprised me when she lifted my arm and placed it around her shoulder. Her shoulder was bare and I had no place for my hand. She gave me a sharp look when I let my hand drop over her shoulder and lay on her right breast. She stared at me for a few moments and finally began looking in the direction I was driving. When we pulled into the parking lot, at school, she quickly removed my hand, which had been cupping her breast, and placed it on the wheel.

The dance was a great success. The chaperones let the kids be themselves, and seemed to just be enjoying the music and refreshments. There were two couples who seemed to forget they were at a school dance and were petting pretty heavily on the dance floor however they were not interfered with by the watchful eyes.

Ms. Peters was not wearing a corsage so Mark and I, our dates following close behind, presented the extra corsage I had purchased to her. She insisted I pin it on her and I got a fist in the rib, from Gay, when it slipped and I caught it by pressing it against her breast. Her only reaction was a smile. My reaction was an instant erection, not unnoticed by her, fortunately Gay was standing behind me.

The dance ended at midnight and Lisa informed us the party was going to continue at one of the cheerleaders house. Everyone was having a good time and I wasn't ready for the evening to end so we followed. It seemed only the cheerleaders were invited because Nina, her date, Gay, and I were the only ones not associated with cheering. Ms. Peters also attended the after hours party.

The house was large and the party was downstairs, in a large family room, which opened onto a larger concrete area, with a pool beyond that. There were many dares for people to swim however it was too cool for swimming.

Jenna's parents, Don and Marg, our host and hostess, were much younger than I expected and were very nice. I learned he owned the hardware store, where we did a goodly amount of business, and he became much more cordial once he learned I was Nathan's nephew. He was also the largest dealer of farm implements in town. He and I were talking, standing behind the wet bar, and he passed me a cup of beer. I knew some of the kids had been drinking but I had only seen sodas behind the bar before that.

Our conversation was interrupted when my name was being shouted. I was up for the game of pool. We had posted our names on the board for order of play, Gays being three in front of mine. I walked over to the table and she was my opponent. The guys began laughing when I asked if she had beaten the names above me. All she did was smile and blow me a kiss.

Half way through the game I guessed why she had won, so far, because when she leaned over the table I got a couple of quick flashes of her nipples. I hadn't known she could play pool however I tried to keep my mind on the game and off her breasts. It failed. I was beaten handily. Naturally I was cheered as the next person's name was called. Naturally I stayed for the next game, both girls wearing strapless gowns. Gay finished the girl off quickly and I was pulled away by the hostess, Marg.

She walked me to the patio, where the music was playing, and couples were dancing. She was wearing a backless dress, her breasts covered by two wide strips tying behind her neck. There was no way she could wear a bra and she pressed close to me as we danced. I was trying to keep my body from touching her, my erection being uncomfortable, however she kept pressing against me. She didn't indicate, one way or another, when my prick pressed against her, if it bothered her. When she held me for the second and third tunes I gave up and pressed against her, only to feel her grinding against my prick. I was so close to cuming, in my shorts, I had to beg out of dancing with her. She kissed my forehead and pressed her body against me firmly, before she released me. I could feel her soft mounds as I walked back to the bar and finished my warm cup of beer.

I heard a loud cheer come from the area of the pool table and saw someone lift Gay's hand above her head and a boy walking away, shaking his head. I wasn't aware of Jenna standing beside me until she spoke, "Gay just beat the best pool player around." She was smiling and seemed as happy as Gay, who was talking with Mark and two girls. They were all smiling and one of the girls was patting Gay on the back. Gay looked in my direction and our eyes met, even across the great distance in the room, and I gave her a thumb up gesture. She smiled back and raised her clenched fist, her acknowledgement to me.

I looked around the room and saw Nina and her date sitting on a sofa, each holding a cup like my beer was in. Across the room, Lisa, Ms. Peters, and our host, Don, were in a deep conversation, Lisa gesturing wildly with her hands. I looked at the young cheerleader beside me and saw she was also watching her father.

I was going to ask Jenna if she wanted a drink but she beat me to a question, hers being, "Would you like to dance, please?" She didn't wait for a response, rather took my arm, and started for the patio. I was easily led however.

I was looking down into the top of her dress and remembered how great her breast looked in the photo, with the group of cheerleaders. My prick hardened as I thought about Pamela, the photographer's daughter, telling me Jenna was the first to take her top off and ask to be photographed by Mr. Robinson. I pulled her close, however, she pulled back when my erection first pressed against her midsection, but it was she who pressed her body against it, making our second body contact. We maintained contact through two numbers and she spoke when the third started, "I can't," she said as she looked up at me, "You are Gay's boyfriend. My father wants to know why you haven't bought any equipment from him in the last three or four years?"

"Did your father ask you to dance with me and... " I was going to ask a harder question but I didn't want to hear the answer.

"Yes, and he said... " she spoke in a low tone and I saw the tears in her eyes forming slowly as she looked up at me.

"Did he tell you to... ?" I didn't have to finish the question because she was nodding, causing the tears to roll off her face where they were falling on her round breast mounds. I took my handkerchief and touched the wet spots on her breasts lightly, absorbing the teardrops, and then I wiped her eyes gently, trying not to smear her makeup.

She took the handkerchief and began drying her own eyes, as more tears were falling from them.

I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, speaking in almost a whisper, "Don't worry, tell your dad I will be in to see him shortly."

She wiped her eyes some more and when she looked at me again, I saw a smile come on her face. She was quick, her arms went around my neck, and she kissed me. It was not a kiss you give a friend either, her tongue was desperately searching inside my mouth.

I returned the kiss and, I don't remember when it happened, but when we broke the kiss my hand was massaging her soft breast mound. I didn't stop when the kiss broke as I searched for her nipple. I found it through the soft material, pinched it lightly, getting a light moan, and her hand covered mine, pressing it firmly against her soft body.

We regained our posture and she handed me my handkerchief. I placed it in my pocket and took her arm to lead her inside. I looked up and Gay was standing in the doorway watching us, that is until she turned and quickly walked back to join the crowd, now huddled around the karaoke system.

I followed Jenna inside, she walking to the others as I went to the bar. I found the beer and poured myself a cup, and looking around, saw I was getting a hard stare from Gay, when our eyes met.

I walked back to the patio and saw the gazebo, which I hadn't noticed before and walked over to it. As far as I know I was the only person outside, as I sat in the silence of the early morning. It was so still and the silence was inspiring. I was content.

I jumped, surprised at the sound of our hostess' voice. She was walking toward the gazebo and stopped when she reached the entrance. The light was behind her and I could see the silhouette her body formed, through the sheer material of her dress.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, not waiting for an answer, but sitting beside me, her dress lightly touching my trousers. "Don and I sit here many hours at night, its peaceful... and private." She added the last words after a long pause.

We sat in silence for a long while and when she saw my cup was empty she took it from me and walked back to the house. She returned a few minutes later, turning the outside lights out as she passed through the door, and found her way back to sit beside me. She passed me the beer and I saw her take a drink from the cup she was holding. We sat in silence for many minutes, listening to the quiet and sipping our beverages.

Her movement jarred the stillness and she leaned against me, her arm lifting mine and placing it around her shoulder. She spoke in a low tone, "I hear you are pretty persuasive with certain cheerleaders."

"I don't know what you mean," I said, not quite understanding what she meant.

"Dan, right?" she was asking, actually to insure I was the right person.

I thought quickly, and then I knew where she was going. Four of the girls inside had met me on the back row of the drive-in theatre. They had been cordial at the dance tonight and also inside, as we passed one another, one even asking me to dance. I didn't know but I was hoping they hadn't mentioned our meeting with others.

"Dan, I am like a big sister to those girls inside and they confide in me. I hear the talk and I get asked the questions, and I know at least four have been intimate with you. You may have been intimate with my daughter, as well as the others, but as yet they haven't talked about you. I do know from others, not the ones present, that you treat a girl very good." Her hand reached mine and placed it on her breast, and she continued.

I squeezed her breast before moving my hand under the material covering her mound. Her nipple was tiny, but it became hard immediately upon my touch.

"The girls talk about you, and everyone I have spoken to thinks you are a doll. I met you this evening and I wondered how any of them could think so highly of you, that is until I began talking to you. You are a con, and you have the ability to talk them out of their virginity, which I know you have done, on occasions. You are a sweet talker and I should warn everyone of them to beware of you, but, I don't think they would listen." She became silent when her mouth closed over the head of my prick.

While she had been speaking, she had opened my trousers, pushed my shorts down, pulled my erection from my clothing, and was stroking it slowly and softly. When her mouth covered my prick, I thought she had placed a fire over it, her mouth felt so hot. I came quick and she kept me covered, taking all my juice by swallowing rapidly.

I was expecting her to release me after she drained the last of my juices but she had other plans. She kept sucking, working my trousers down as she did so. She continued her mission as she pulled my trousers to my knees, after I lifted my hips to allow her the freedom. Her free hand went to my balls and she was rough and gentle, rough and gentle.

I felt a stirring in my midsection when I felt her fingernail scraping up the crack of my ass, pressing gently against my asshole, as she passed it. Four or five times she did this, each time pressing harder against the 'O' in my crack, having buried about an inch of her digit inside the opening on the last two passes her finger made.

I had released the tie holding her top and had both breasts in my hands. Her breasts were not firm, and hung from her body, swinging freely, as she was inhaling my prick. Her nipples were small and hard, and I pulled them, stretching her hanging breasts to each side roughly, getting only a slight moan.

I was fully erect and she was trying to get my prick inside her opening. She was holding her dress as she tried to lower herself but I would not let her make contact with my prick.

"Please, please, I need you now." She was pleading.

"Take the dress off," I said, maintaining a grip on her thighs.

"Not here, please." She was pleading again.

"Yes, take it off, now," I said as I turned my body, brushing my prick against her leg below the knee.

"Someone might... " she started to say as I started to sit up. She reached behind her back and a moment later the dress was pulled over her head.

I took the dress and tossed it over my shoulders, into the grass behind the gazebo.

I leaned back, my prick now standing upright from my body. Her hand was on it and she spread her legs again, guiding it into her opening.

My prick entered easily, as a matter of fact I slipped four fingers inside her, and still found her to be large. She was working her body up and down on my erection and I searched for her clit, taking it between my finger and thumb, and pressing it hard, after finding it. This caused her to work faster and faster on my fingers and prick, and she was becoming louder with her moaning.

I knew she was about to reach her peak, her moans had changed drastically, now breathing in deep, gasping breaths. I saw the movement of the person standing in the archway, unable to identify it immediately. I was trying to watch her breasts flopping wildly, pounding on her stomach, her shoulders, against one another, each time making a smacking sound.