weave between my legs, do rollies in the weeds, before and after they were pulled, licking themselves clean while sitting on my gloves that were impediments to weeding in large part.

It was that kind of morning--kitties--all of them!--weeds and the sky was clear blue emphasizing tufts of white cloud cruising along in the heavens. It was cool enough that the sun felt welcome on my back. One cat was sunning, another in the shade, sitting point for any and all gophers, thought they were elusive, even to cats. I didn't want to see it, or the result of the hunt, but I was glad to know the news so my Iris and pansy would have another day.

But, first some coffee and evap and the paper--got to check Ann and Abby and the letters. Here was one: "It Ought to be Banned While your editorial about freedom of speech was admirable, there are limits. And the latest book about sexual behavior is disgusting and ought to be banned. Some hairbrained feminist says consensual sex between an adult and a 15 year old girl can be beneficial because the girl should learn from some ill-informed fellow 15 year old about a beautiful human experience. Ban the book and the writer, I say. Abigail Birthright, Clovis."

That was my morning paper: book burnings, suppression of ideas, and it would send me to an early gardening morning! Coffee done, paper in the bin, dishes clean...check of the weather...short-sleeved blouse weather. My favorite. Well...to the garden...just gardening and kitties and......wandering thoughts.

About the letter. I wondered just what that writer meant. I had my share of fumbling young boys who fumbled and fiddled, as did I at the time...but there was one time, actually a few times...it was educational in one way, very memorable in another, and...

I took a wheelbarrow load of weeds to the compost pile and after the fourth load I was finished. The sun was making me hot and the kitties were all in the shade now. It was time for a shower and my favorite late morning TV Show. I had just time for showering, toweling and housecoat and eased into my recliner for the show. My hair was still damp and cool, my skin was warm from the shower; I looked at the garden, flowers, and settled into the chair, moving my feet up off the ground. Commercials! The scourge of American TV! I wondered about that letter and began to see things again, but not waht was on TV. It was a repeat of an episode I had already seen.

I reached for the remote control and turned off the sound and pushed my chair further back. I closed my eyes. I could hear loud purring. It was one of my cats and the sound soothed me. More atmosphere. Suddenly, she was on my lap and purring and settling on my housecoat nestling between my legs. I could feel her purr it was so strong. It all made me drowsy and I totally relaxed.

* * *

"Gena!" It was one of the boys in school. "Can I walk home with you?"

"It's a free country," I said and so we walked together toward home. First across the road and then into the large field that separated the area of the school from our housing. "I brought something for us to drink," he said. It was almost like a date, I thought, and I hadn't had many dates at the time and this might as well be a date. "And a sandwich." I had already eaten lunch but date etiquette required me to say: "Fine." "And a blanket so we can sit and have a little picnic," he said. Uh oh, I thought, maybe this is a real after school date. I had never had one before. A blanket, why to cover oneself with, Right. Or to lie on...and maybe, if I got lucky to be kissed on?

"Let's go over where we can't be seen and we can eat in peace," he said. His name was Jeffrey and we were both 15 years old. And, by this time, I had declared this an "official"date. Just the two of us, and a picnic on a blanket where we wouldn't be seen. That constituted a date. I could hardly wait to tell my girlfriends!

We walked among the trees and he found a level place with grass so it would be soft enough and spread out the blanket. I was careful not to let him see up my legs when we sat down for the picnic. I didn't trust him you see and that excited me a little. Dates should be a little exciting up until a girl puts a stop to it, at least that's what I thought at the time. A little adventure.

I knew he'd try to see up my legs when I sat down like boys all do because he sat down first and looked up at me. My skirt was just below my knees and it's hard to sit on a blanket and be ladylike at the same time though a lady on a date wasn't required to be a lady for the entire date. So I sat down but not as carefully as I should have and that was part of the fun and the tease and I knew he got a glimpse. I hoped he did. I had pretty legs and a pretty body and my breasts were filling out. I think I had the largest set in class. Some of the other girls were jealous though they lied about it and said they weren't jealous; that theirs would soon be just as nice. Meanwhile I was proud of my body. "You're very pretty," he said. That was nice and I believed him right away because I knew it was the truth. I looked in the mirror sometimes before I got dressed for bed. I was very pretty. In the mirror I saw a real woman even at my age.

One time I checked myself out carefully on a day all my family had gone on an outing and I had stayed home. I looked at myself a long time and felt my breasts, how soft they were, but my nipples got hard while I was looking. They just rose up and got stiff. When I stopped feeling they went soft again until I touched my legs and up between my legs and admired my soft growth of light brown hair. They got stiff again and I kind of felt stiff all over too and had to breath more. My face was flushed. It all embarrassed me and, at the same time, made me feel warm. Then I put on my dress and went downstairs to soak my feet and cut my toenails. I liked to be alone when I did that. Not entirely alone actually. Just me and our little doggie. He liked to watch me when I soaked my feet and cut my nails. Sort of our time together.

I sat down on the blanket first putting down one knee and then the other and giving Jeffrey, who was lying on his back and looking up, just ever so slight of a glance under my skirt and up my leg. I wondered if he could see I had no knickers on. His face got a little red so he must have gotten a glimpse of something good!

"What are we having?" I asked. "My Mum makes really good ham and cheese sandwiches," he said and got one out of a sack. "Too bad we don't have a soda," I said. Jeffrey got up and went behind one of the trees and pulled out two Coca Colas. "I didn't know if you'd let me walk you home but I could always come back and get them later if you said 'No'" So that was it. Confirmed. A real date and during the week. That was even better. How to open the bottles was another matter. Like I say, he wasn't very experienced and, then, neither was I, but he found a way to laboriously pry off the bottle caps and we sat and ate and drank, not knowing what to say and not knowing what would happen next.

I sat on a stool with my feet soaking in the warm water and daydreaming about myself and how much prettier my body was than some of the girls. One of my best friends had almost no breasts at all even thought we were both fifteen and she had no body hair. She had just a little hairless slit where I had a nice folding of skin delicately covered with light brown curls. She wanted to touch me there one time but I said "No." She didn't mention it again. I wasn't ready for anyone to touch me there, except myself, of course. I slept over at her house a couple times. She lived alone with her Dad.

She and I slept in the same bed but nothing ever happened--not in bed, that is. There was a time her Dad bought us both nightgowns so we put them on. That was the time I saw that she wasn't very developed. She admired my body and it made me proud of myself. That was when she reached at me in amazement and I stepped back. I was surprised at her reaction.

We looked at ourselves in the mirror in our new nightgowns. They were on the short side and didn't hide much. She didn't have much to hide, but I did. Anyway, I was proud and didn't feel like hiding myself. Then, together we went into the lounge. It was an exhibition and her Dad's eyes were staring hard at us when we entered. It made my face hot. He was looking very hard at me, not his daughter, and I could almost feel his eyes under my nightgown, traveling up my legs and feeling them touch my light covering of hair...I was sure his eyes were admiring my pretty fanny...I felt hot and cool at the same time, between my legs, and my friend and I sat down together, across from her Dad.

The TV was on and I focused on the TV even though nothing good was on and hoping, in a way, her Dad was looking at the TV, not me, and also hoping, maybe he was taking a peek at the pretty girl in the pretty nightgown; taking a peek at her nice breasts and her beautiful fanny that was really hot right now. I crossed my legs so he couldn't look any more at my fanny but I knew he was looking at me and my friend and I were watching TV. It felt good when I crossed my legs and sort of squeezed myself together. I don't think his looking meant anything to her, after all, it was her Dad and he had seen her many times. But for me his eyes were feeling me all over. This was just the same thing to her, but to me it was very different and disturbing and I was scared about what might happen next. And a little hopeful. This was an adventure. I liked adventures. I wanted to have one now.

My kitty shifted its position on my lap and awakened me for a few moments and then it started purring again. I petted its head and down its back and it nuzzled and nestled itself into just the right spot and let out a large sigh and purr and went still. I closed my eyes. Where was I?

On the blanket chewing my sandwich, drinking a Coke, on a midweek date after school. I didn't especially like Jeffrey. Not that I didn't like him but he was just a boy, not a particular boy, and I didn't know much about boys and hadn't been on many dates, just dances at church and such as that and boys were very shy about girls and didn't talk. I knew they looked when we thought we were unaware and talked when we weren't around but otherwise they were different and strange and interesting in their own way. How girls made them nervous I don't know. What was there to be nervous about? So we ate our sandwiches and didn't talk much except that it hadn't rained and might not rain for a few days and it was warm and then about our teachers and the school and science class and...you know...talked basically about nothing.

At the picnic with Jeffrey I had no knickers and wondered what he would say if he knew. Maybe that would get him to talking or probably just make his face red. My new nightgown had next to no knickers either. Just a flimsy little covering of my fanny. And her Dad knew it and enjoyed it...just a flimsy covering. I know I liked the way it made me feel, being almost, but not quite naked. There was a hint of my flesh, hiding slightly. And there was no need for any covering when I was soaking my feet. Our doggie could be counted among the silent though his mouth was open. Knickers or no knickers. They were a special part of my life. Sometimes I put them on for school and sometimes not. It made me feel dirty when I had nothing on underneath at school. Like I could show a boy any time I wanted what a real girl was like. An adventure every time I sat down or bent over.

Jeffrey, our little innocent doggie, my girlfriend's Dad, they seemed the same in a way--and here I was: a girl before them, almost naked at the waist--if they only knew: Our doggie certainly didn't know of the importance of my nakedness...I even let him look, what did it matter, his tongue out, panting, his pretty eyes, looking eagerly at me, probably for a biscuit or something...something?...anything maybe, but looking eagerly at me, at my wet little cunny with the slight covering of hair, my legs apart, soaking my feet. I knew I was wet and wondered about it. I could feel the air cooling me there, just there, and it made me even more wet. Was I making me wet or was the looking at me causing it. I reached and felt my slippery opening. It made me shiver. It was hard for me to remove my fingers. If Jeffrey would have been there, at that moment, what then? If my girlfriend's Dad had been there?

He was there when I was on the couch with my girlfriend. She protected me from the situation and then again her Dad was also across the room in his armchair. I glanced over but he wasn't watching the TV he was looking at me again and smiled. "Thank you for the nightgowns," I said. "You both look very pretty in them," he said, including his daughter in the remark and making me feel more comfortable but I kept my legs crossed. I knew I had to keep them crossed or he could see right through the filmy gown and see me just like I had seen myself in the mirror at home with nothing on at all. I was virtually naked, in front of a grown man. Isn't that what women do sometimes? But I wasn't a women. I was just a very pretty girl with her girlfriend for protection.

Then she fell asleep! What now, I thought. She was my guardian and asleep on the guard. Nothing happened is what happened...and we watched TV...then her Dad got up and said he was going to put his daughter, to bed. He was removing my guardian and I was scared but not the least bit tired. I couldn't wait to find out about the next part of this adventure. He bent down to pick her up and I saw his eyes on me, all over me, between my breasts, between my legs, which I kept crossed, and put my arms around myself to protect against his dark brown looking-all-over-me eyes. I relaxed when he left the room and maybe he would go to sleep as well and thus would end my little adventure. Less than I had imagined, though I wasn't sure what I had thought would happen.

Jeffrey finished his sandwich first and laid back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. He reached out and held my hand. I wondered what he would have done if he had known how close his hand was to my naked fanny. Her Dad came back to the lounge and I put my arms around myself again. He didn't look at me this time but sat down next tome. "It's a little cold in here," he said. It actually was a little cold and he put his arm on the back of the couch. "Move over her and Ill keep you warm," he said. I moved only slightly. I was already practically in his lap! Our little doggie moved closer to me and looked at the water in the foot bath and looked up at me again. I opened my legs and let him look. What did it matter?

I laid back on the blanket and closed my eyes. Jeffrey squeezed my hand and we both laid there. Neither of us saying a word and maybe not knowing what to talk about. What is there to talk about with boys anyway. He moved closer to me and we were shoulder to shoulder. Body next to body. I got bold and turned on my side and put my arm over his waist. He put his arm under my head. Our doggie must have known my fanny was wet. I'm not sure if Jeffrey knew. I didn't know myself at that moment whether it was or not. Then her Dad put his arm on my shoulder. I felt a little sleepy and rested my head on his arm. My nipples were stiff and the nightgown rubbed against them. I felt his eyes on me, down my shoulders and between my breasts and I caught my breath.

That naughty doggie was sniffing my legs, looking for something, and sniffing me! Jeffrey and I laid there, our eyes closed, not moving, and the doggie licked my fanny, more than once. It was my fault for opening myself to him and I closed my legs and pushed him back. He was determined and kept at me. I hadn't finished cutting my toenails and so I stayed right where I was, the doggie licking my thigh and getting under me and up between my legs again. I thought what the heck. I was alone. Who would know? It didn't matter. It was just a doggie and it really felt good. Then I hoped he wouldn't stop. Another adventure and I didn't know what would happen next.

Her Dad kissed me all of a sudden and it shocked me. But not enough that I didn't kiss him back. He whispered: "You're a very pretty girl." I didn't know what to say or do and thanked him for my nightie. "I wanted to see you in it. With your school clothes off." This was going too far I thought so I kissed him back. I opened my eyes and saw Jeffrey not her Dad and then it was her Dad again and my persistent little doggie and the kitty was readjusting itself on my lap. "Stay still," I thought, "I don't want to be disturbed."

I was back in the field, on the couch and soaking my feet and my hands were busy now. The kitty jumped down and walked out of the room. Her Dad was really kissing me and not saying anything more, just little whispers and I was catching my breath between kisses. I'd never really kissed anyone seriously like this so I put my arm around him, like in the movies, and nuzzled against him, his mouth was on my neck and I felt my nightgown leaving my shoulders and my breasts being suckled and kissed all over and then he sucked on my nipples and my legs went apart. I don't know why that happened. I didn't care. I wanted more of these feelings. Suddenly my flimsy nightgown knickers were gone! Where had they gone? I didn't care but felt more open and completely naked. My nipples and my legs seemed connected and making me dizzy. "I'm going to make you a woman tonight." His hand was down and between my legs. I listened for my girlfriend and hoped she wouldn't interrupt us. His fingers massaged me. They moved easily in and out of me because I was wet and hot. "You're wet and hot," he whispered. I could barely hear him. I didn't care what he said only what he was making me feel Hot! Dreamy! Exploding! I was dizzy all over! I couldn't get enough of his touching and lifted myself with each upstroke and lowered myself against his fingers with each downstroke. I was an instrument and he was a musician magically making me respond. A symphony and my ears were full of the sounds.

My little doggie forced himself upon me. I was glad for his persistence and opened myself finally as his reward. His tongue slavered me eagerly and I lifted my dress out of his way watching him lick me. His tongue was hot and pushed aside my hair and into me. I closed my eyes and let myself feel deep forbidden sensations that went from my legs to my thighs up my waist and to my cheeks and temples. A boy glanced at me across the classroom and I felt him up my dress where I was naked. I looked down at my pretty new nightgown and at her Dad's head between my legs. I felt his breath on me and his fingers spread me open. The boy across the room smiled and looked directly up my dress. I opened my legs a little. He looked at me again and looked through me, into me and his look traveled through my legs and thighs along my body making my face hot and my breath short in lightning waves and I knew something was happening inside me that was new and an adventure and held her Dad's head tight against me. He couldn't leave now. None of them could leave yet. Not yet. They needed to finish something. Finish me like her Dad knew how to do. Like Jeffrey wouldn't know for years. Like my doggie wouldn't understand and that would puzzle me. But her Dad knew how to finish me so I held his head and felt his ears and his mouth moving. A same kind of feeling, a school boy, a pretty doggie and a different feeling that a Man gives a Woman, in the evening after removing her evening gown. After removing her nightgown. After opening her body to touches and licking and, not this night, but a later night when she is older, sharing his prick with her cunt; pricking her cunt as only a man can do and a woman can have done but this time, first at a picnic a beginning, with a doggie and his hot tongue a further step, with the look of a schoolboy on her naked cunt and with her girlfriend's Dad and his knowlegable fingers and searching tongue, the adventure of making her more of a woman than a few minutes before. She liked being a woman and all the feelings that went with it made to be so from someone who knew how to bring her up to be a woman...to bring her off...finishing her off...making her come.

He covered her with a blanket and carried her to bed; she pushed her dress back over her legs after her doggie had finished thoroughly licking her fanny; she had slept on the blanket among the trees in the field and then it was that she opened her eyes where she lay on the recliner and removed her hands fromwhere they had been, at her waist, dipping in and out and along her fanny, and then quickening on her stiffness, bringing herself until her nipples were tight and her fanny rising and falling to each upstroke and each downstroke, then she was resting and covering herself with her housecoat, settling back against the chair. Her mind was somehow clear just now. It was very quiet. Even so, in the next room she could hear the kitty purring loudly.

ead, but she could only get a few inches in her mouth.  When I was a junior, I went to the area of the city where prostitutes ply their trade and hired one of these ladies of the evening.  I told her I wanted straight sex and we agreed on the price.  We went to her room around the corner and she stripped without any foreplay and said, "Well come on, boy, get your clothes off and let's get going."  I was surprised at the abruptness of this, but I was determined to finally fuck a woman.  When I dropped my shorts and she saw the size of my member, she sat up and said, "Wait a minute, big boy.  I don't think I can take that monster."  I'll give you a blow job or a hand job, but you are not about to stick that pole into me."  I left still a virgin.

I was also having a little trouble with some of the classes at school and barely passed to the 12th grade.  All summer I worked at various jobs and trying to get laid.  Another trip to a prostitute brought the same results.  When September came, I started school as a senior and still a virgin.  And my dick had grown some more.  I had finally developed a good study habit and my grades had improved, although I was still having some trouble with algebra.  My teacher was an Indian lady named Mrs. Gupta.  About halfway through the first semester, she asked me to stay after class.  It was my last class of the day, so it was no problem.  Mrs. Gupta asked me what the problem was with her class.  I told her I just did not understand the formulas and couldn't see why I should even care about adding x and y or simultaneous equations and such.  She asked me what I did on the weekends.  I told her I did odd jobs for people and she asked me if I could come to her house and mow her lawn and help her move some furniture in the house.  Afterward, she would show me some practical application to algebra and maybe it would help me.  I arrived at her house about 10:30 and she showed me where the lawn equipment was.  It was a large home with about 1/2 acre of back yard.  I set about mowing and trimming the grass and it was about 1:00 when I finished.  It had gotten hot and I was sweating a lot.  When I went to the door to tell her I was finished, she looked at me and asked if I would like to cool off in the pool and then join her for lunch.  I told her I didn't have any trunks, but she said some of her husband's swimsuits should fit me.  I was a little concerned about her husband coming home and finding me in his house with his wife so I asked her when he would be home.  She explained her husband died about a week after they arrived here from India.  They were both from families that were well off, but she had been trained as a mathematician and decided she wanted to teach., so here she is.  She got the trunks, and they were much too large for me, but I tied the string and went to the pool.  She was swimming laps, so I jumped in and started to swim, also.  After a few laps I stopped and was standing in the shallow end when she stopped next to me and stood up.  She had on a string bikini and breasts that were about a 32C.  A small waist and absolutely beautiful long black hair that trailed down her back to her nicely rounded hips.  Her skin was very light and flawless.  I started getting a boner standing there looking at her.  I must have had a strange expression on my face because she looked into my eyes and asked if there was anything wrong.  

"No," I stammered, "Everything is all right."

She asked me if I ever used the diving board.  I told her I could do some dives, but I certainly wasn't Olympic material.  She laughed and said she wasn't either, but she enjoyed diving.  With that, she turned and climbed out of the pool.  Her bikini was also a thong and her beautiful ass was definitely Olympic material.  She climbed up on the board and did a very high, perfect swan dive.  When she came up in the shallow end and stood, her top had pulled down.  She laughed and pulled it up.  "Come on, now Mike,"  she said, "Let's see what you have."  I wasn't sure what she meant, but I assumed she meant in diving.  I climbed up on the board and performed a decent jackknife.  I swam underwater to where she was standing and came to the surface and stood up.  Suddenly she yanked down my trunks.  "I meant for you to show me what you had."  Her top was gone and her breasts were inviting.  Her areolas were dark and her nipples were like grapes standing out in full excitement.  As I stood there in surprise, she let out a gasp and took hold of my dick.  It jumped in surprised, but she did not let go.  

"Come on," she said as she let me to the steps out of the pool.  She led me to the family room and then to the couch, never letting go of my dick - just pulling me along like a child's pull toy.  She told me she had heard talk about me, but thought it was just talk, but she heard the talk by the girls and boys, both, so she wanted to see for herself.  She pushed me down on the couch and stepped out of her bikini bottoms.  Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small straight line directly up from her slit towards her navel.  Her skin was perfect.  She walked over to me and pulled my head into her breasts.  Needing no further prompting, I took one of her breasts into my mouth and started licking and sucking.  I took the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger and started rolling it back and forth while pulling it outward.  She moaned very loudly and reached down for my dick again.  We continued this activity for a few minutes, and she pushed me back and told me to lie down.  She dropped to her knees next to me and started to caress my dick and lick the shaft.

"Just how big is this thing?"
"About 14 inches along the top and a little over 3 inches across."
"How many girls have you pleasured with this thing?"
"None."
"None?  You are still a virgin?"
"Yes, ma'am.  The girls would not let me put it in them.  They said it was too big."
"Well, mister, when you leave here, you will not be a virgin anymore."  With that she took me into her mouth.  She got about half of it in her mouth and then repositioned herself and got yet more into her mouth and down her throat.  As she was leaning over, I could see her pussy lips from behind, so I reached between her legs and started to caress her.  She suddenly took my entire dick down her throat.  I heard her gag a little, but she had it all in.  She pulled up and started going back down again just as I found her clit.  It stood out more than I knew they could and I squeezed it between my thumb and finger.  She stiffened and started having an orgasm.  When she moaned with my dick in her mouth and she tightened down on it, I shot my load down her throat.  That was when she had an intensive orgasm causing her to shake and collapse to the floor.  I asked her if she was okay.  She assured me she was fine, but it had been three years since she had experienced an orgasm from a man and she was overcome with pleasure.  I started to get up and she told me to stay put.  She said she had just started with me.  She asked me if I knew how to pleasure a woman.  I told her I had read a few things and watched a few porn movies, but that was all.  
"Well, Advanced Sex Ed is now in session," she said.  She told me about a woman's erogenous zones while showing me and demonstrating how to excite them.  We experimented with various positions of foreplay.  Finally she told me it was time to loose my virginity.  First, I lay on the carpet and she straddled me and took hold of my dick rubbing it back and forth between her pussy lips lubricating both herself and my dick.  She then guided it into place and slowly lowered herself down onto my dick.  Never had I felt anything so good!  She pulled up a little and then lowered herself some more.  Each time she did this she got a little more into her.  She finally stopped with about 3 inches sticking out.  She leaned forward grinding her pubic bone against me and began moving up and down on my dick with increasing speed.  I reached up and took her tits in my hands and started massaging them.  It began to feel like a volcano was building up inside my guts and I let go of her tits and grabbed her by the ass, pulling her down onto me.  She grunted a little sound and I felt my balls hit her ass.  With that, she started to fuck me as fast as she could.  I joined her thrusting my ass up to meet her. I yelled, "I'm going to cum!"  That was all it took for her to climax, also.  After we lay intertwined for a few minutes, she rolled off me and snuggled up to my side.  

"That was marvelous, Mike."
"It was for me, too, Mrs. Gupta."

She told me to stay put and left.  When she returned, she had some washcloths and a bowl of warm water.  She started to clean me and told me to clean her, also.  I took a washcloth and put it into the warm water.  When I rung it almost dry, I smelled a fragrance that smelled like Jasmine.  She had scented the water.  I started washing her taking care to get all the sweat and juices that had run down the crack of her ass.  I washed her pussy carefully and completely then moved the rag down towards her ass.  When I got to her asshole, she pushed back against the cloth.  I wasn't sure I was ready for this, but she told me to go ahead and put my finger in.  As I slowly pushed my middle finger into her asshole, she did the same to me.  What a surprise that was, but she took my dick into her mouth again, so I allowed her to continue while I finger-fucked her ass.  She started massaging my prostate gland while sucking and licking my dick and to my surprise; I felt an orgasm building again.  I pushed my thumb into her pussy and squeezed my thumb and finger together putting pressure against both the wall of her pussy and the wall of her ass.  She shuddered with another orgasm and that brought me to my climax.  We finished cleaning each other and got up.  She led me to the shower and we showered together, washing each other and playing around.  Although I started getting another erection, it hurt, so we stopped and got out of the shower.  She put on a short robe and I got dressed.  She went downstairs and fixed us a tuna salad sandwich and some chips and a soft drink.  When I came into the kitchen, she turned around and bent over to pick up a napkin off the floor showing off her magnificent behind with the swollen pussy lips protruding between her legs.  After we finished lunch, she told me about the uses of mathematics and explained adding, subtracting, and multiplying unknowns and after school how many different occupations used math in their daily lives.  It slowly became clear and she told me she knew the moment because it looked like a light bulb had come on in my eyes.  
She gave me $40 and I told her I could not take it.  

"Mike, what would your parents say if you worked here all day and went home with nothing but a satisfied look on your face?  You understand that if anyone hears about what we did here today, I will loose my job and maybe go to jail.  What we did was illegal.  You needed it, and I certainly needed it, but it will never happen again.  Do you understand?"
"Mrs. Gupta, what we did here today will stay with me the rest of my life.  You were wonderful, but you are my teacher and several years older than me.  Thank you for everything, and especially the help with the math, but I will never tell a soul and I will always refer to you as Mrs. Gupta."

My grades did improve to a B average and I understood math.  Neither she nor I ever mentioned what happened at her house.  There was no change in the way we acted at school, but when I graduated, I received an unsigned card that said simply, "Remember with happiness."  In the card were two $20 bills.  I knew who the card was from.

More to come in the story titled:  Shorter but better.
 


 

"2">"Well, you're staying after school, right? Sleep in the band room. The people in pit orchestra are going to be practicing for the musical, so no one will bother you."

"Good idea, good idea. Kudos to you! Well, hey we have like one minute until the bell rings, so I'll catch ya later."

BEEP

It's such a magical sight to be seen when the last bell rings. Everyone gets up as one and rushes out of the door, pushing and shoving and trying the make it to their locker the quickest. Lucky for me, I don't have to hurry because I walk home. Regardless, I don't like being the last one up stairs. Walking briskly to my locker occasionally saying a friendly "Hi" to my friends that I see along the way, my mind is weighing me down. As soon as I'm in front of my section of lockers, I drop my things. Twist the dial left, twist the dial right, pop! The dial stops. "I WANT OUT OF THIS SCHOOL," I scream inside my head. I'm so happy when I'm done packing up. I grab my coat and shut my locker of Hell. I run down the stairs carefully so as not to trip. I've recently developed a fear of tripping on them and diving onto the landing face first. I've never broken a bone and I don't intend on starting, although there have been times when I'm very surprised that I didn't. As soon as I'm off the stairs, I hurry to my friend's locker. 

"LAUREN! Where are you?" I yelled.

"I'm right here," she replied to me.

"Ah, thank God for you. I am about to go and kill someone. Today has just not been a good day!"

"I'm sorry... Well, we have band tonight so that's something to look forward to."

"Yeah, it is, I guess. I am also looking forward to the nap that I'll be taking while you're at pit." 

"Haha. You're such a dork. I swear, you practically live in the band room."

"I Know, and I love it!"

With that we hurried off to the band room, only to find it bustling with people waiting for pit to start. "Where's Mr. Anderson?" I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson is our absolutely gorgeous student teacher from the nearby university. He's 21 years old, raven-black hair that's constantly spiked, the most beautiful stark-blue eyes, around 6'1", and has one of the best male butts I have ever seen. I can tell from the clothes that he wears that he is very well built in more ways than one. I set my things down in the first row, reserved for the flutes and other high-woodwinds, and started to make a little nest. I used some of the clothes that I had brought with me for my pillow. It was actually pretty comfortable. I decided not to pass out until everyone left for pit, so me and Lauren could talk until 3 about different things. She told me that she again asked Jake why he would continue not to date me, and he said that he's thought about changing his mind. I was fairly surprised, seeing as he's so stubborn. He seems to have more difficulties in dating younger women and was worried about giving me a chance. I'm glad that things are finally turning around for him. We continued with our conversation until 2:55, when Lauren told me that she had to go and that she'd come and see me during her break. I kicked off my shoes got as comfortable as I could. As soon as she left, I immediately fell asleep. Come to find out, that slumber would not go undisturbed for very long. I woke up fifteen minutes later to find myself shivering from cold. I decided to take the nearest coat that I could find, curl up in the fetal position, and wrap it around me. Soon after doing so, I drifted back off into my little dream world. It seemed that I had slept for a long time, but once again I was mistaken. I woke up to find the most gorgeous man gently shaking me. As soon as I got my bearings, I finally registered that the familiar face was Mr. Anderson. I think that I about died right there. 

"What time is it?" I asked with a sleep-ridden sound in my voice. 

"Umm, it's about 3:30. Are you ok?" He replied.

All of a sudden, I broke down into tears. "Oh my gosh. Only 3:30. I must be destined to not get any sleep today, and apparently I am not ok. I've just had a really bad day and have been trying to get to sleep for the past forty minutes and I keep getting woken up for various reasons."

Trying to calm me down, Mr. Anderson took me into his arms and held me with a special gentleness that has never been experienced by me before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I'm not sure how long we were like this, but he didn't let me go at all. He held me and rocked me and held me some more. As soon as I'd calmed down enough for him to talk to and understand me, I told him how sorry I was that this had happened. 

"I feel so embarrassed. I am so, so sorry. I'm sure that this isn't a part of me that you would ever want to see. Really Mr Anderson, I'm sorry." 

"Call me Brandon from now on. And don't worry about it. I'll stay here with you for as long as you need me."

I think that I really was in heaven. Imagine having the most gorgeous man you had ever seen with his arms around you. I could feel his body against mine, the hard muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen. I was loving every minute of it. I snuggled closer to him to where I was breathing softly on his neck and had my lips pressing ever so slightly against him. He smelt so good. I could tell that he was loving this just as much as I was. I felt that he had started to slowly rub my back in gentle circles. I shivered whenever he got near my lower back. He felt this, and asked me, "Are you cold?" "A little bit, yeah," I replied. And with that he held me closer. I hadn't realized that the jean skirt I was wearing had ridden up to show most of my thigh, but Brandon had.

"Did you know that it was my coat that was wrapped around you?" he asked me.

"Umm, no, actually. I had no idea! I'm sorry about that. I just grabbed whichever one was closest."

"Hey, it's ok. Actually, it's more than ok. You smell so good that I don't mind having your wonderful scent in my coat."

I blushed vividly. "It's funny that you say that. You smell like Heaven."

He laughed at me. And then, he bent down, tilted my head up, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I had no idea what was happening. Every thought in the world was racing in my head at that very instant. I felt like a bomb had gone off inside of me. I went completely limp in his arms and just stared at him with my bright, hazel eyes. It took me about a minute to figure out what had just happened, but when I did, I kissed him right back with the same gentleness he had done to me. We sit there, locked together in the sweetest of kisses, with the passion arising between us. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I parted them to allow him entrance. Our tongues danced the dance of passion, entwined in each other. I could feel him growing harder underneath me. Suddenly, I broke away from the kiss to ask him, "What if someone walks in?" We had totally forgotten that the doors were wide open, the lights were on, and there were hundreds of people still in the school. He told me to hold on and that he knows where we can go. He lifted me off of him with a teasing kiss right next to my lips, and went to get the keys out of the office. He came back, grabbed my hand, and led me into the practice room. The light was off, and the door could be easily locked. Just in case anyone came in, I decided to grab an instrument case and music so that we'd have an excuse to be in there alone together. We shuffled in and quickly shut and locked the door. With that, he was on me in an instant. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. With his member being pressed against my stomach, I could tell that he was growing bigger every second. I began to unbutton his shirt with my teeth; I had to get my hands on his chest. It took me about thirty seconds to finish that task. I pulled out the tail that he had tucked into his pants and tore it off of his body. His chest was as beautiful as I had imagined. He began to fidget with my shirts. He unzipped my light sweatshirt, and helped me to take off the t-shirt that I was wearing underneath. He slid off the cami that I was wearing with ease and I was just standing there in my bra and skirt. The passion in that little room was so heavy that you could almost see the sparks. Next went my skirt. He got down onto his knees, unzipped my skirt, and slid it down over my sexy legs. "I had always thought that you would have a very athletic build, but wow!" he whispered to me. He kissed my stomach and trailed his kisses all the way back to my neck. I was standing in my lacy white bra with my sheer blue thong. By now, Brandon had a raging hardon that was easily visible no matter how he tried to hide it. I wanted to feel him in me so badly. 

"Gosh, am I going to be the only one half-naked here?" I joked. "Here, let me help you with those." I slid my hands down his back, onto his muscular rear end. With my hands resting where they were, I turned around and rubbed my own slightly covered bum into his crotch. He groaned so loudly that I was sure someone would discover us. "Shhh!" I whispered. "We've got to be quiet in here. The kids in the Orchestra room can hear us through the walls." I turned back around and once again, undid his buttons and zipper with my teeth. I slid his pants down his legs while leaving his boxers on. If he wasn't made of steel before, he certainly was now. His dick was making the biggest tent in his boxers that I audibly gasped. He just laughed at me, for the second time today. "Oh, you think it's funny? I'll show you funny!" I slowly slid his boxers down his legs, taking my time to make sure to tease him. Erect, his penis was at least 8 inches long, making me smile to myself. When they were down to his feet, I kissed my way back up his legs. I went excruciatingly slowly. I stopped right along the dip between his pelvis and thigh. I licked right around his penis, making sure not to touch it until the moment was right. "Patience, grasshopper," I whispered to him. He was groaning and I could tell that he was just dying from having to wait. Suddenly, I sunk my mouth around his head. I twirled my tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking out. I made my way down his shaft, but knew that especially since this was my first time giving head there was no way that I could take him all the way. I took him out of my mouth and licked all around the base while massaging his balls and jerking him off at the same time. By now, I was dripping wet and couldn't wait for him to get a hold of me. I continued to lick him until I made my way back up the shaft. I took as much as I could in my mouth and sucked my best, while still jerking what I couldn't get. He started moaning very loudly to the sounds of my slurping on his member. "Oh my gosh Arian, ohhh--I'm about--to---ugh--explode!" He could barely get the words out he was moaning so much. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, and that was when he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but some still escaped out the sides of my mouth. I loved the taste of his juice. I sucked him until he stopped cumming, and then I licked the mess off of the side of him.

"Wow," was just about all he could say. "Was that you're first time?"

"Yup, yup it was."

"Oh my gosh, you're amazing. Now, let me give you something in return." He whispered huskily.

He picked me up and layed me on the ground. He kissed me deeply with the passion of fire engulfing wood, and made his way down my body. When he got to my breasts, he unhooked my bra that I was still wearing, and slid it off. He smiled at me and told me that my breasts were so cute and small. When he got hold of my nipples, it seemed that he just couldn't stop playing with them. He licked them, sucked them, pinched them, and nibbled them until he got them hard as pebbles. He continued to leave the lightest kisses down my body. He especially took a long time kissing my flat and sculpted stomach. I was squirming with anticipation by the time he reached my underwear. I guess that now I know what it feels like to be teased the same way that I did him. "Now, what are we going to do with these?" He asked me, tracing his fingers along the sides of my underwear. He slid his hands beneath the straps resting on my hips and pulled them down my legs. We were stark naked. I was almost feeling relieved that I had re-shaved my pussy this morning. I was completely hairless except for a small patch right above my hood, and there still wasn't much hair there. I liked to keep trim. "Beautiful" was all he said. He spread my legs for me and licked around my inner thighs. He licked around my lips to get my real wet and then plunged his tongue into my dark crevice. I was on fire. He found my clit and licked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. He even nibbled once in a while. When he inserted a finger in, that only made things better. His efforts brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm. I had masturbated regularly for about five years, but had never felt an orgasm such as this one. It was heavenly. "Ohhhh, Brandon, oh my God." I said while still trembling. He just smiled at me and kissed me. We continued kissing and exchanging our passionate embraces for a good ten minutes before he asked me, "Are you ready?"

"I think so... I'm so nervous, but I want it to be with you. You're amazing, and I think that I love you. Ever since I saw you, I've loved you. I always thought that maybe we were supposed to be together, but felt like a fool when I considered the likelihood of that happening."

"You are no fool, Arian. Not at all. I've felt the exact same way for God knows how long. I've dreamt about this ever since I first layed eyes on you. I love everything about you, and there is nothing that I would change about you."

"You're not just saying that so you can take me?"

"No, never. I do really love you. I do... I like the sound of that."

I giggled at him and kissed him. "Ok, just please be gentle. I know it'll hurt, and to be honest with you, I am scared. Go easy on me, please."

"I would never intentionally hurt you-- ever. Remember that. If you want me to stop, I will. You just have to tell me."

He lay on top of me and guided his member to my entrance. I was shaking with a mixture of some many feelings-- fear, anticipation, shock. I knew that he would love me forever, and likewise. He kissed me with the deepest passion and love possible. He didn't break that kiss, and suddenly I felt a pressure in my netheregions. I gasped, squeezed him tighter, and continued the kiss. I knew that if I didn't, I'd scream so loud that we'd both be eternally screwed. I felt the horrible pain of me tearing and the hot tears began to roll down my face. I knew that I didn't want him to stop. As soon as he was embedded completely in me, I just lay there in his arms with him kissing away my tears. "Are you ok, baby?" He asked me.

"I think so, but I need a few minutes to adjust."

He continued to kiss away my tears and hold me close. His scorching hot body was pressed against mine with no room in between. After about five minutes, I didn't feel the pain anymore. I was quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of there being an intruder in me. I started to like it more and more. Shortly after the tears stopped falling, he began to slide out of me. Suddenly, he plunged back in. "Ooooohhhhh" we moaned together. We began to fall into a rhythm. He would pull out to his tip and then plunge back into me. I could feel the sweat building between us. His chest was so hot and there were beads forming between my breasts. I was a little worried that the moisture in the air would condense on the windows of the practice room. He quickened the pace of our movement causing us both to moan louder each time he plunged into me. "Oh, Arian, you are so tight. I love feeling your walls squeezing my dick. It feels like you're just gripping it. Ohhh God. Wow." I loved what he was doing to me. "Pound me Brandon, pound me like your life depends on my pussy." I gasped. I could feel every vein in him. Our thrusts became one. Whenever he would thrust, I would thrust my hips to meet him. It was a beautiful sight. "Come on Brandon," I struggled through clenched teeth, "Come on. Pound me! Beat my pussy black and blue." "Oh yes," He moaned. "I love it when you talk dirty." I could feel my orgasm building from my depths. It overtook me completely by surprise. I trembled and shook with a force I never could've imagined. As soon as Brandon felt my pussy walls clenching his dick, he shot his load into my depths. "Ohhhhhh!" We nearly screamed in unison. He continued to milk into me until he was completely dry. Exhausted, we lay there with him still in me.

"Wow. Wow. Oh my gosh. Absolutely amazing. Ya know, I think we need to do it again sometime." I said to him, gasping for air.

"I think you're right."

After about half an hour, we got up and got dressed.

"Hey Brandon, can you run me home? I need to shower and get a few new things to wear. I also forgot my Pep Band shirt and certainly can't wear this to the game." Pointing to my shirt he had used to wipe up the cum around the room.

"Sure, no problem."

There might be a sequel to this, but it depends on you all! Give me comments!