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 The Pedagogy of Young Emily

   By Brian Filthe

  
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This story is a work of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY.

   This is just a story, a work of fiction, and not reality.  Doing some of
the things described in this story could result in very serious
consequences.

   Feel free to contact the author at brian.filthe@gmail.com
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   Chapter Two

   Emily Andrews sat in her second hour English class, at about 9:15am.  Mr
Howard Ward, her English teacher, and also her academic counselor, hadn't
taken control of the class yet.  A beehive of activity consisting of 28
seventh graders was buzzing around talking to their friends and it was
accelerating.  The noise level was increasing.  The new school year was
already a couple weeks old, but the newness was still unmistakable.  The
excitement in the conversations was electric.  The students were still
talking about their summers; catching up on the gossip they missed;
catching up on what was new in each other's lives; reassessing who was cool
and who was not.

   Emily was one of those kids who never really were one of the "cool
kids", but she was never one of the outsiders either.  She was not one of
those girls that had a harem of friends, though she was known for being
kind and friendly to everyone.  She had a handful of close friends,
including Viviana Robinson, who was in this English class with her, and sat
right next to Emily.  The girl that Emily actually considered to be her
best friend was a sixth grader, a year younger than herself.  This girl was
Renee Ward, the only child of Mr Howard Ward.

   Emily seemed to be different this year, from last year.  Some of the
kids in her class seemed to sense it, her closest friends seemed to sense
it, and even her teachers seemed to sense it.  If you asked them, no one
could really put their finger on it.  Emily knew what was different,
although she didn't quite know what it meant, yet, or how it could affect
her life going forward.  But she knew she wanted to try to figure out a way
to exercise this new strength.  Very recently she came to realize that she
is beautiful - it wasn't just a cliché from a pop song, or a poster in the
girl's bathroom, for her.  Of course those in her life have always known
this, but Emily just became aware.  Emily learned, the previous summer, the
power that her beauty could give her.  And now, with the help of her mother
and sister, she's come up with an idea to help her harness this power.  The
only real question left was how to implement the plan.

   Emily sat in the front row of the class, in one of the brand new outfits
she purchased this summer.  Inspired by her new-found confidence, she
bought several skirts that were a little shorter than she would have worn
last year.  She bought several tops that were a little tighter, and a
little more revealing, than she would have worn before.  In fact, most of
the clothes she bought, displayed her new confidence, and the new sense of
sexuality that she discovered within herself.

   She turned 12 after her family, her young-widowed mother Marian and 16
year-old sister Kate, returned from their life altering vacation to the
mountains.  `The Mountains' is a resort that her mother heard about online.
It is a clothing optional resort for women and their daughters.  Marian,
Emily's mother, had made the assumption that the `clothing optional' tag
just meant going topless around the pools and stuff.  But it was the entire
resort.  Which Emily, Kate, and eventually Marian, took full advantage of.

   She was just starting to show the outward changes associated with
puberty.  Her hips were a little wider.  Her butt was a little perkier. 
Her breasts were starting to develop, although truly they were still more a
suggestion of their future glory.  She didn't really need to wear a bra
yet, as there was nothing to hold or support.  However, her mom allowed her
to buy some, which for a seventh grade girl, gave her a little boost of
confidence, and status.

   Mr.  Ward seemed to notice the changes in Emily.  Emily noticed that Mr
Ward kept looking at her.  He was looking at her legs, and her chest.  She
thought to herself `he's checking me out!' As he took control of his
classroom, and got into the days lesson, Emily noticed his eyes darting
back to her a lot more than she remembered in the past.  This gave Emily a
quick jolt of adrenaline.  Kate was right when she teased Emily; Emily did,
in fact, have a giant crush on Mr Ward.

   She was considering her mom's dating plan.  She'd suggested that Mr. 
Ward could be a good choice.  He's a nice man, he's a good father.  Emily
had a positive relationship with both of Renee's parents.  Plus, as Katie
pointed out, Renee's mom, Rachel, is pretty hot - something that Emily
learned to appreciate this summer.  `Maybe I should test the waters.' she
thought to herself `I wonder if he'd even be attracted to me' she
questioned.

   She put her ankles on the outside of the chair legs and opened up her
knees, trying to be subtle.  He looked, and looked again.  She slouched a
little in her seat pushing her skirt up another inch or two.  He looked a
couple more times.  He was still delivering his lecture and lesson for the
day as he sat down on the top of his desk, which was directly in front of
Emily, a mere three feet from her knees.  She picked up her feet and put
her heels on the metal book rack under her seat.  Her knees were spread as
wide as this new skirt would allow; she hoped it wasn't obvious to those
around her, especially Viviana.  She wanted to give him a clear view of the
new, sexy, underwear she bought.

   It worked.

   His eyes were snagged by the vision of her soft smooth thighs, and the
tight silk panties that were squeezing her pussy lips.  She got the same
rush of excitement seeing Mr.  Ward's eyes repeatedly returning to view her
panty covered pussy, as she did when she offered herself to her mom, her
sister, the other girls she met, while on vacation.

   "Ok, so it's time for your assignment." Mr Ward announced.  Emily
realized she hadn't registered a single word of his lecture.  "I want you
to write 100 words discussing your summer vacation.  What did you do that
you'll remember for a long time?  What did you do that made an impact on
your life, or on the person you are becoming.  Did you do anything that
truly excited you, or made you happy?" Lots of groans floated up to ceiling
from the assembly of 12 year olds.  "Come on, you'll find that 100 words
really isn't that much, when you start writing about what excites you." He
added.  "Ok, this is due tomorrow!" he exclaimed as the school bell rang,
and the students gathered up their things and left loudly.

   As Emily made her way toward the door, she intentionally walked as close
to Mr.  Ward as she could.  She actually brushed her pre-pubescent breasts
against his arm, as he turned to dodge the exodus.  "Oh, sorry, so sorry
Mr. Ward!" she wasn't sorry.  "No problem, Emily." He forgave her.  "Oh,
hey, Renee told me this morning that she was hoping you'd join her for a
sleepover at our house this weekend.  Do you think you can come?" "I'll
have to ask my mom." She said "Hey, "changing the subject "this 100 word
thing, can we really write about anything we want?" she asked subtly. 
"Yep, anything at all" he said "ok, cool".

   The entire rest of the school day, and the evening that followed she
thought about what she wanted to write about.  She knew she'd write about
her vacation, but what to say.  The more important issue was how to say it.
She knew the gamble she was taking, but she had a feeling that, coming from
Mr.  Ward, she wouldn't get into any real trouble.

   This summer we went to The Mountains.  I learned a lot about myself, and
I think it will change the rest of my life.  We were there for two weeks.
On the very first day my mom met some ladies who were there with their
daughters.  I learned, from them, that I really like sex.  And, I am really
very good at having sex.  And now I'm really curious what sex with men
would be like.  I think I will start with my best friends' fathers.  Plus,
they both have really pretty moms, in case the dad's don't work out.

   "Perfect!" she thought.  She was proud of what she had written, and was
willing to take the heat.  Besides, if it worked the way she wanted, this
could throw open the door to a fun new adventure.

   Emily shared the essay with her mother and together they discussed what
might happen.

   "Well, this is certainly going to get me called into Mr Ward's office,
for sure!" Marian joked.

   "Do you think I'm going to get in trouble?" Emily asked "I mean, like
serious trouble."

   "No, I don't." Marian answered.  "I'll probably get called in to talk to
him.  I'll try to play it down as a girl with a creative imagination trying
to get a reaction out of her teacher."

   "Depending on how the conversation goes you could mention about the way
he's been checking me out, a lot, in class." Emily offered.  "Of course,
I've been showing him some skin.  But he can't take his eyes off me."



   That evening, getting ready for bed, Emily stripped herself naked, and
examined her body in the mirror.  She pulled out her phone and took a bunch
of selfies; she just couldn't help but take the pictures of her naked body.
She liked her smile, she has always been happy with her face `I guess I
have a cute face' she thought, flipping through the pics, and looking at
herself in the mirror.  She's always been a petite girl.  As far as she can
remember she's always had a firm, flat, belly.  She noticed that her hips
weren't quite as straight, and narrow, as they used to be.  She was happy
that she wasn't looking quite so much like a boy any more.

   Emily was handed a golden opportunity to put her mom's dating practice
plan into motion.  Mr.  Ward is a nice man, but Emily had no real
expectations that he was interested in dating her.  Perhaps she'd have to
appeal to his fatherly guidance.  She'd have to get him to sympathize that
she has no father to teach her how to protect herself from the horny
teenage boys who just want to get into her pants, when they ask her out on
a date.  Mr Robinson will be a different story.  Emily doesn't know him as
well.  She's been friends with his youngest daughter Viviana for a couple
years, but he's always kind of kept himself at a distance.  However, he's
always been very kind to her.  Emily sees her mom, Marian, chatting with
him quite a lot, and his wife too.  Emily decided that she'll have to get
her mom to handle this one.

   Emily fell back into her bed.  She loved the way these soft sheets, and
this fluffy comforter, feel on her naked skin.  Her right hand slid down
the length of her taught torso.  She loved the feeling of her skin, why
wouldn't Mr Ward and Mr Robinson; of course they will.  Her left hand began
playing with small nipples.  The fingers of her right hand spread apart her
nearly hairless lips.  Manipulating her pleasure pot, she brought herself
to the peak of an orgasm pretty quickly.  She's gotten quite good at that.
She slept soundly, peacefully, and naked.

   Two full days passed before Marian received a phone call from Mr Ward.

   "Hello, Marian, this is Howard Ward, you know, Renee's father.  Renee is
close friends with Emily."

   "Of course, Howard, how are you?"

   "Fine, I'm, umm, fine." He said distractedly "You know I'm also Emily's
English teacher, and her academic advisor, right?"

   "I didn't know about the advisor part." She answered "Sounds like you
get to spend as much alone time with my daughter as I do." She joked.

   "Yeah, well, something has come up and I need to have a conversation
with you.  Would you be able to come by my office?  Perhaps today, or
tomorrow?"

   "I can be there about 1:30, today.  If we wrap up in time I can just
pick up Emily after class and head out."
"1:30 is perfect.  I'll see you then."

   The school secretary showed Marian to the counselor's offices.  Mr
Ward's office door was open and Marian just walked right in.

   "Hello, Marian!" Howard stood to greet his friend's mother.  "Please
have a seat over here." He led her to the two comfortable chairs near the
window.  He handed her a small bottle of water.

   "So, what's going on that you had to call me down here?  It's only the
first month of school.  My daughter can't be in trouble yet, can she? 
Besides she's a good girl.  She's never been in trouble before, at school
anyways."

   "No, she's not really in trouble, it's just, well, um,..." He was
clearly uncomfortable.  "This is more a conversation between your
daughter's English teacher, than counselor, or anything like that."

   "Ok" Marian acted like she had no idea what was going on, but she
expected this meeting to happen.

   "So, I had the kids in my seventh grade English class write an essay
about their summer vacations.  Most of them were pretty boring, and poorly
written.  But Emily's was quite interesting, and I'll admit, pretty well
written." He went on.  "Perhaps I should just let you read it."

   She read the short essay, even though she'd read it several times
already.  "Well, umm..., I don't know what to say." She paused "What is the
concern?  What do we do about this?"

   "Is this true, or is it something she made up to embarrass me, or
something?"

   "How do you normally handle horny twelve-year-olds that try to embarrass
you?" Marian asked.  "I mean, I know for a fact that Emily has a giant
crush on you.  She's actually told me on several occasions how much she
likes you.  I think half the reason she became friends with Renee is
because of you."

   She went on.  "Not that Emily doesn't like Renee, she certainly does.  I
mean who wouldn't.  Renee is a sweet girl, a delight to have around.  When
she comes to our house I just love watching our girls together.  She's
growing up to be quite a cute girl.  She's going to be popping out soon"
Marian motioned to her chest, referring to Renee's future breasts.

   "Um, well, I've never had this kind of situation before." He ignored the
comment about his daughter's future breast development.

   "How do you handle all those pretty young girls in your 7th grade, and
their perky little boobs and those sexy young legs, and those perfectly
firm asses?  That must make you hard all the time." She was trying to get
him flustered.  "Emily has noticed, and told me about, how you enjoy
looking at the changes in her young body.  Now, she's a total flirt and
probably doing things to get you to look, so I'm not blaming you for
anything.  I bet you're excited about seeing your daughter, in the comfort
of your own house, when she starts getting her boobies, running around the
house in barely anything."

   "Marian, I think we're getting off track."

   "Before we get into this issue, I have a favor to ask of you.  Well,
more of an idea to purpose.  This is from the mom of your daughter's best
friend to a loving concerned father.  Ok?"

   "Sure, but we should come back to this essay issue.  What's on your
mind?"

   Howard wasn't getting anywhere, but overwhelmed.  Maybe changing the
subject would help him get through this.

   "You know Emily doesn't have a father, right?" Marian asked "Her father
died when she was in utero, so she's never known him, or even met him. 
She's had different men in her life to act as role models over the years.
One of those men is you, of course.  She loves you.  And I'm very grateful
for the roles you've played in helping me raise her."

   "Thank you.  It's been my pleasure; she really is a great girl."

   "So, one thing that her father wanted to do for his girls, when they hit
this age, you know junior high, puberty, etc., was to teach them how to
date boys, and how to handle relationships, and sex, and all of that.  So I
got to thinking.  You are such a good father, and you clearly have a lot of
affection for my daughter.  Maybe you'd be willing to take my Emily on a
few dates and get her ready for that whole thing."

   "That's actually an interesting idea." Howard seemed to be pondering
what Marian was purposing.

   "If we empower girls with this kind of knowledge and preparation, they
will be equipped with the confidence and tools to protect themselves and
make wise choices." She went on.  "Right?" he nodded "That's a good point."
"So, when my creative, rambunctious, and horny daughter decides she is
ready to show-off her naked body, have sex with, for the sake of
discussion, let's say, her 30-something year-old English teacher, she'll be
ready to make that decision."

   "Wait, what?" Howard stammered

   "The last line of that essay is clearly about you, and your wife."
Marian explained.  "She's been asking me a lot of questions about men, and
sex, and what it's like to have sex with men.  I hope you'll still agree to
this dating training idea.  I don't want to scare you away.  But there is a
good chance that she'll try to get you to have sex with her.  She really
wants to have sex with a man.  I have decided that I am ok with it, as long
as she is picking good, caring, gentle, men like you."

   "My concern is first, and only for my daughter's well-being." Marian
continued.  "If she is learning from a good and safe teacher, then I won't
object."

   Howard held a long pause to process this surprising suggestion.  "So,
you're asking me to date your daughter, and you're giving me permission to
have sex with her?"

   "I'm asking you to participate in her social education; giving her the
tools she needs for her future.  And, if things move into activities which
might be considered `questionable' then I will look the other way."

   Howard was unable to get words out.  He was trying to process what
Marian was saying to him.

   "It seems you're having a hard time deciding what to do.  Maybe I can
help you get your mind unstuck."

   She moved between his legs and knelt to her knees.  "I'm going to show
you one of the things that Emily asked me if I thought you'd be willing to
let her learn to do." Her hands slid up the thighs of his khakis.  She
grabbed his cock, which was already getting hard.  She rubbed it through
the fabric of his slacks.  He tried to back away.  The chair leaned back
and hit the cinder-block wall.  He dropped back into his seat.

   "I'm going to suck your cock." She said as she put her lips on his meat.
She began pumping his erection through his pants.  Eventually she unzipped
and fished it from his pants.  She covered his tool with kisses and licks
from the tip to sack.  She sucked, first, his right nut into her mouth,
then left one.  She worked him up and down.  She took it into her mouth,
first just the tip, then down into her throat.  She had strings of saliva
running all down his skin and dripping onto his pants.  Marian gagged more
than once as she pushed his cock head to the back of her mouth and down
into her throat.  She sat back on her heels to catch her breath.

   "Oh, and to answer your original question, the one that made you call
me; Yes, that essay is completely truthful.  We went on vacation this
summer; she did learn to have lesbian sex with a couple different women,
including me; she had sex with a couple girls her own age, including her
sister; she had sex with a couple girls - tween girls - the same age, and
younger than Renee.  She learned that she is beautiful, and the power that
can bring.  She learned that she is naturally gifted at oral sex; but
you'll experience that.  She also specifically mentioned you when I brought
up the dating instruction idea to her.  She asked me `if I date Mr Ward, do
you think he'd have sex with me?'

   Marian went back to work on his knob until he exploded.  She held him
deep in her mouth as he dropped his load down her throat.  She swallowed
the mess, and said "What is your answer?  Will you date my sweet, young,
beautiful, virginal, daughter?"

   "Yes" he breathed without making a sound.  "Yes, I will."

   "And about that essay?  Do we have a problem to address?" "No problem.
She did the homework, and she did it well.  I'll give her an A."

  
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