Private School Seduction

By Loren Davis

Contains Parts 1-3 of Private School Seduction

The town of Fayetteville has its fair share of steamy relationships, and all’s fair in love and war, but a new, darker influence is working its way through the sleepy little town. Join Lisa and Derrick and their friends as they unravel a sexual mystery in Private School Seduction. 

This eBook is for mature readers only. It contains adult language and strong sexual content.

Approx. 29,000 Words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hazel Press
• Release date: Jul 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501405549

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Private School Seduction

by Loren Davis

© 2014 Loren Davis

Published by Hazel Press, Toronto

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Interior and Exterior Layout by Mark Bava

Cover Image - portrait of a beautiful girl in the park - (© Aleshyn Andrei_ via ShutterStock.com)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are fictitious, or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual locales or actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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Chapter 1

DERRICK DROPPED HIS BACKPACK in a rocking chair and sat down on the porch of Anderson Hall. He leaned back on his hands and stared up into the late afternoon sky. Clouds hung about, broken here and there by the grey limbs of an old yew tree. Down below autumn leaves clung to the edges of the wide stone steps leading up to the porch. He was excited, and not because he'd soon be watching his girlfriend, Jaime, perform with the school jazz ensemble. No, he was excited because any minute her mother was going to pick him up and take him to the show, and as far as he was concerned she was the real attraction.

He and Jaime had been dating for nearly a year, but despite that Mrs. Taylor had never warmed up to him, until now. Only four weeks into their junior year and he had already noticed a difference. She was always happy to see him and interested in what he had to say. She also insisted he call her by her first name, Diane, and didn't seem to mind how much time he spent hanging around their house on the weekends.

Maybe she was reaching her sexual peak. Derrick had heard that women became very horny later in life, and Diane wasn’t young, technically, but she was probably not more than forty years old. Sure she had a daughter, a pretty hot one at that, but her face and body had held up well. Derrick would have been happy screwing either one of them.

Last weekend they'd all been sitting at the kitchen table eating spaghetti when Derrick had had a weird feeling, as if he was dating both of them. He felt like the Alpha Male in an animal pack, surveying his concubines. Diane carefully twirled the noodles on her fork, being careful not to splash the tomato sauce off the plate. She had an elegance that he admired. Jaime, on the other hand, chewed enthusiastically on a piece of garlic bread. She was more carefree, wild almost, and why shouldn't she be? She had that perfect body, everything smooth and tight. Once he'd kept her tit in his mouth while she jerked him off slowly with a wet hand that she kept lubricated with her spit. He'd sucked on that soft breast the whole time, sucking harder as the come spewed from his cock.

Sitting there, eating the Italian food, he’d felt like the master of those two women. Jaime he had already conquered. Diane, she served him in another way, by feeding him and providing a space for him to fuck her daughter, never interrupting their privacy, always accommodating. It seemed like just a matter of time before he supped on her tits too.

THE NAVY BLUE SUV cruised up slowly. He saw it but waited until it stopped in front of the steps before getting up. Diane smiled at him through the car window. He opened the door and stepped into the passenger seat, conscious of her gaze on him. The silence of the car felt inappropriate, and Derrick rushed to fill the void.

Where are they playing?

Downtown, the Mason's Hall. Hungry? I thought we'd get dinner first. She touched his arm at the mention of food.

I could eat.

Diane laughed. Sure you can, why did I ask.

Derrick loved being alone with her. It was different when Jaime wasn't there, almost as if they had a secret pact, like the kid had fallen asleep in the backseat and they could talk unobstructed. So far they had never said anything that crossed a line, but Derrick felt like something passed between them in these moments, or maybe he just wanted something to. It was a dance, he knew, he couldn't openly flirt with his girlfriend's mother, the fallout could be bad if she took it the wrong way. But he wanted to, wanted to show her he knew what she was, a voluptuous woman, and that he was there if she needed him.

THE SERVER SHOWED them to a table in the corner. It was early; Bennigan's was nearly empty.

How was class today?

Alright. I think Mrs. Hawkins was drinking last night, she was pretty wobbly. I've got to get some reading done this weekend.

Jaime's got practice Saturday afternoon but you could come over early and read on the patio, should still be warm. I could pick you up after lunch.

Ok. What about you?

Diane stared at Derrick, holding the moment longer than he expected. I don’t know. Maybe have some Thai food, if you want.

No I meant you, what are you going to get up to? You can't just wait on me and Jaime all the time.

I'm happy to wait on you two. Well, as long as Jaime's not in one of her moods. I don't know, maybe a movie, there's always something new on Netflix.

They ordered a couple Panini sandwiches. A moment later the server brought them their water. Derrick squeezed the lemon wedge and a few seeds fell slowly to the bottom of the clear thick glass.

I'm excited about this year, a lot going on. Everybody's talking about their college applications, I'm like 'hey slow down, let's enjoy the fall.'

There's plenty of time. Don't stress too much over that.

I really like hanging out with you, Diane. Thanks for picking me up and taking me to the concert. I feel like you really like me.

Diane's face registered his comment. He stiffened a little, as if to formalize his intention and take it in a more respectful direction. She looked towards the kitchen then down at her watch.

Might have to take the food with us. You mind eating on the go?

No, no problem.

You're sweet. I'm just gonna use the bathroom.

Alone in the booth Derrick cringed. That look on her face, was he a child to her now? That was not what he wanted. But what did he want? What had he meant? Like him how? Operating without a plan wasn't going to achieve much, he mused. Was this a game to him or something more? He sipped his water.

Diane reappeared with takeout bags.

We're all set.

THEY ATE THE SANDWICHES in the parking lot of the Mason's Hall, the act of eating saving them from having to converse. Derrick regretted his comments at the restaurant. Her flirting was probably meant to be taken lightly and not as a serious entreaty. He was dating her daughter after all, why would she want to interrupt that? Giving him attention was probably just a middle-aged woman's attempt at slight titillation.

Inside the hall they took their seats. Several high school groups were scheduled to play, followed by a performance by the city jazz ensemble. As they settled in Derrick realized how boring this was going to be.

They were seated near the back in the balcony. The hall had been rebuilt in the last decade and had a modern feel. Smooth white surfaces curved overhead and along the walls; LED lighting strips ran along the aisles. The lights dimmed in unison and a man walked to center stage and welcomed the audience.

In the dark of the theater Derrick discovered that if he leaned back in his chair he could study Diane without turning his head, her profile outlined by an illuminated doorway. A piano player began banging away down front. Her focus was on the stage, but she didn’t seem too interested in the performance.

He studied her chest. She wore a form-fitting