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   Synopsis : Teen boy falls in love with his music teacher.

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author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story is all made
up, although I did have a foxy young piano teacher, forty-odd years ago. 
This story takes place in the mid 60's, before the phrase "turned on"
became widely used, and it is damn hard to write sexual material with using
that phrase.



   --==+==-

   Only one thing made piano and organ lessons worthwhile.  I hated the
piano and organ, I hated music, I hated recitals, and I hated practicing.
But, I loved the lessons, because I loved Miss Bailey.  She was my first
love.  I'd been going to her since before I was six years old.  Now, at
fourteen, I gotta admit, I was pretty good at playing the piano and organ,
both, although I hated them.  I just went because of her.  If I had some
crusty old white-haired broad for a teacher, I would have thrown a fit and
refused, flat-out refused to go.  But I loved Miss Bailey.  She was truly
fine.  She was small, and kinda old-fashioned...  but I loved her.  She has
long dark hair, which she usually keeps in a braid.  She wears glasses, and
I think they just made her look prettier.  She has a beautiful face, and a
cute nose, and two bright blue eyes.  Her lips are fat, and...  probably...
kissable.  I don't know much about kissing, 'cause I haven't yet had the
nerve to kiss a girl yet.  Plus no girls around here seem to like me.  Back
to Miss Bailey.  She always wears bright red lipstick, and it makes her
very...  appealing.  She has really nice...  breasts, if I may...  and nice
long legs, even though she's fairly short.  I am actually taller than her,
and I've just started growing.

   Anyway.  I loved her since before I can remember, but I loved her from a
distance, as a student should.  I would never have been brave enough to say
anything to her...  before what happened...  happened.  On that fateful
day, my Mom and Dad got their wires crossed, and my dad had to rush me
across town to Miss Bailey's, and then hurry off to pick up my mom from the
school.  Because of the way it happened, the timing of it, I was a good
thirty minutes early.  I figured I'd do what I usually did when I was a
little early, go on in, and sit in her living room until she was ready for
me.  She let us kids do that, she told us to come on in, and to be quiet,
so we didn't disturb the lesson of the person before us.  I could do that.
I had a book to read.  I could do that.

   As my dad drove away, I went up the steps, into her house.  Miss Bailey
lived by herself, in an old Victorian in the nice part of town.  She must
have made a pretty good living, giving piano and organ lessons.  She drove
a nice car, and always dressed in new, fashionable clothes.  More than once
I'd heard my mom talking her down, calling her "Miss Priss" and stuff like
that, but I knew my mom was just jealous.  Well...  Miss Bailey was a bit
prissy.  But I love her anyway.  I don't care if she's fifteen years older
than me, I love her.

   Once, after football practice, Todd Wilmont did the funniest thing, in
the showers.  He grabbed his weenie, and started rubbing it.  It did what
mine does sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, it got all stiff and
hard, and he kept going, and some white stuff squirted out of it, and he
sighed all happy like.  Some of the other guys did it too, but I was too
embarrassed.  That night after I went to bed I tried it, though, and it
worked like a charm.  It felt so good I loved it and I've done it every
night since.  Ever since that first night I thought of Miss Bailey when I
did it, and it made it really special, and I think it's just made me love
her even more.

   I did the craziest thing once, when I was at her house, waiting for my
lesson.  I got there early, as I often did, my Mom dropping me off.  I
quietly went into the living room, to wait for her to get done with the
student before me.  Heh, that's a funny story, in itself...  Elbert McWitt
is before me, and he's the worst piano student ever.  He's a senior, and
he's a quarterback, and he's good at football.  He sucks at piano, though,
I have no idea why he wastes his time or his parent's money.  Anyway, he's
so big the guys don't make fun of him for taking piano lessons like they do
me.  He's stomp their butts into the ground.

   Anyway, back to my...  confession.  I went into the living room to wait.
Her piano and organ are in the parlor, in the front of the house.  My dad
had picked me up from school, and for some reason that day, I really had to
pee.  I went down the hallway to her bathroom, and silently shut the door.
I was excited just to be in the room where she took her bath, and I pulled
aside the shower curtain, and peeked in, thinking, this is where she is
naked.  That really excited me, and I had to stop and hurriedly pee,
because I know it's hard to pee when you get...  excited, and I was getting
just that, thinking of her naked.

   As I turned, something caught my eye.  In the corner was the dirty
clothes hamper.  I drew a trembling breath.  Could I be so lucky?  I
approached it and lifted the lid.  Sweet jeezus, I thought.  There, on top,
in plain view, was a pair of her...  well, my mom calls them bloomers, and
my sister calls them panties.  Miss Bailey's used panties.  I reverently
fished them out, and stood there, in shock.  After a moment I dared to
raise them to my face, and smelled her odor.  It was intense, and I had to
stop and re-arrange my weenie, which had gotten painfully hard.  I pressed
the panties to my nose again, and breathed in her wonderful scent.  After a
moment I examined them closely, there was a slight stain in the crotch of
them, and a tiny brown streak in the seat.  I was so much in love I almost
wanted to scream.  I know what she smells like, I told myself, now I know
what she smells like.

   I knew I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever.  I slid the panties in
my pocket, the pocket on the other side from where she'd sit, during my
lesson, and exited the room.  I was on cloud nine.  My lesson was
difficult, I couldn't concentrate, with her sitting right there beside me.
I kept remembering the intimate smells of her body and thinking of what was
in my pocket.  I hoped she didn't notice my...  excitedness, and I hoped
she wouldn't miss the panties that evening.  She gave lessons all day
Tuesday, and half a dozen other guys went through her house that day.  It
could have been any one of them.

   Her panties are still one of my most treasured possessions, although
sadly, her scent has faded.  I still check her bathroom occasionally, but I
haven't gotten lucky again.  Well, I haven't gotten lucky until what
happened...  happened.

   I was eager to read the book I'd brought.  Ralph Everhardt had loaned it
to me, and told me the good parts were underlined.  It was about a man and
woman stranded on an island, and he said there were "good" parts to it.  I
knew what he meant.  He meant sex stuff.  Sure enough, it was engrossing...
and stimulating.  I was anxious to read more of it, though I had to hide it
from my parents.  I figured I'd do well to hide it from Miss Bailey, too, I
didn't want her disappointed in me, because I was reading smut.

   Anyway, I went inside.  Oddly, the house was silent.  Usually Elbert was
pounding away at the keyboard, hitting every wrong note he could find.  He
was a really bad piano player, I just can't say it often enough.  The
silence today was a blessing.

   It was quiet, in the house.  I made my way into the living room, and got
ready for a little quiet moment with my book.  The house was silent except
for a strange noise.  A repetitive slapping noise that seemed kinda loud
once I noticed it.  Then, weirdly, I heard what sounded like a dog or
something make a long groaning noise.  How strange.  Then a smaller quieter
girlish-sounding groan.  The slapping kept up all through it.  What the
heck?  I thought.

   I stood in the center of the room, and listened with all my might.  The
noises were coming from the hallway.  I slowly, quietly moved in that
direction.  Once again, I heard what sounded like a female moan.  Someone
sounded like they were in pain.  I wondered if Miss Bailey was alright. 
What if she had fallen or something?  She could be hurt and laying on the
floor.  And where was Elbert?  Was he even here?  I didn't see his books or
his bag in the living room.  Maybe his stuff was in the parlor, where the
piano was.  Or, maybe he wasn't here at all.  Maybe he'd missed his lesson
today.

   I heard the low groan again, and the higher girlish sounding one.  What
the heck, I thought.  I needed to find out what was going on, just to make
sure everybody was okay.  I might be a hero before this was over.

   I stealthily moved down the hall, peeking in each door.  At the end, I
got the surprise of my life.  The door was open, maybe an inch.  She was in
there.  And Elbert was there, too.  All I could see of him was his naked
buttocks, his pants were pulled all the way down his legs.  Miss Bailey was
laying on her stomach on her bed, her dress pulled up over her back.  Her
panties were hanging from the heel on her right foot.  He was...  and I'm
going out on a limb here, and saying the worst word I know, a word I've
never dared to speak out loud before...  he was fucking her.  Having sexual
intercourse with her.  Vigorously.  He was pounding her hard, her whole
body was shaking every time he slammed into her.  That slapping noise I
heard was his legs, hitting her thighs.

   I just stood there, peeking in the door, with my mouth open.  I was
hypnotized.  I'd heard about this, before, but I'd never seen it, I'd never
even seen pictures of it being done.  I'd seen naked girls before, in
Playboy, but I'd never seen...  sex.  Sadly, I couldn't really see Miss
Bailey like I wanted to.  She still had her blouse on, and Elbert was in
the way of my seeing her...  girl parts.  I badly wanted to see her,
though. Bad.

   I stood there and watched for I don't know how long...  maybe five or
six minutes.  I had a thought, wondering if she'd actually wanted to do
this...  did he maybe just start in on her?  Did he love her like I did,
and he just couldn't stand it any more?  I could see that happening. 
Surely she'd be screaming, though, if he did that.  I could see her face
from the side, and she didn't seem upset...  I couldn't really tell if she
was enjoying it, or not...  she kinda seemed to be, though.

   Wow, I thought.  I felt jealous of him, he was getting to do what I
wanted most in the world...  although I didn't really know it before now. I
guess this is what they call making love, I decided, although it seemed a
bit violent...  for love.  I still didn't know everything about sex I
wanted too...  this was quite an education, though.  I just stood there and
stared, my mouth open.

   Suddenly Miss Bailey let out a loud yip, like a dog or something.  She
squirmed and bounced on the bed, and her feet trembled, so much that her
panties fell in the floor.  She gasped and groaned, and Elbert groaned too,
stopping the pounding, and leaning into her, his butt clenched tightly.

   Oh my god, I thought, they are coming.  Or cumming, however you spell
it. I knew about this, at least.  They are having an orgasm.  They finally
settled down, and Elbert pulled away from her, and sat beside her on the
bed.  She turned over, and sat on the edge of the bed, her legs still
spread apart.

   "Thank you, Elbert," Miss Bailey said, and he laughed.  I knew then that
she'd wanted it, or at least been willing.  That excited me a bit more, to
know that she liked things like that.  Like sex.

   But, oh, what I really liked.  I was getting to see what I really liked,
since he'd moved out from inbetween her legs.  She was now exposed to my
gaze.  Her legs were still spread pretty widely, and I got to see all of
her girl parts, not as well as I wanted to, of course, because I was ten or
fifteen feet away.  But it was enough.  I gotta admit, once again, I've
never seen a girl...  down there.  I've seen them in Playboy, but just
their...  fuzz, their hair.  I've never seen one spread out, like Miss
Bailey was.  I could see some flesh down there, and hair, course, she had a
pretty good patch of hair.  I could see some kind of fleshy lips or
something, going up and down.  It was so sexy I thought I'd shoot off,
right then and there, in my pants.

   About this time, for some reason, although I was being very quiet, for
some reason she looked up, to the door, and I guess she could tell somebody
was out there.  She sat up fast, slapping her legs together, and yanked her
dress down, covering herself.  She never said anything, though, and I don't
think Elbert ever realized I was there.  I can virtually guarantee it,
since he didn't pound my ass the next day at school.  Anyway, I flew back
down the hall to the living room, and sat on the couch and grabbed my book.
I was embarrassed both for her and even myself, that I'd seen something so
intimate.  But, good gosh, was I ever excited.  My weenie was so hard I had
to press it up under my waistband.  I wondered if I should just run out the
door and run home.  I really wondered what would happen next.

   I heard noises in the hallway, and Elbert strode into the living room.
He hardly looked at me, I was just a kid to him.  He went on into the
parlor, and moments later I heard the front door slam.  He was gone.  I
breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Richard..." I heard Miss Bailey say my name.  I looked up.  She was
standing in the hallway, looking at me.  She looked so beautiful I wanted
to cry.  For some weird reason it didn't bother me a bit to know that
another person...  another man had just had his way with her.  What I was
thinking of, of all things, was if she'd had time, in the moments since I'd
run back down the hall, and now...  if she'd had time to put her panties
back on.  It excited me greatly to think she might still be bare...  down
there, underneath her dress.

   "Richard, please come in the kitchen and let me fix you some tea.  We
need to talk," she said, going through the living room, and into the
kitchen.  I gulped a breath, dropped my book, and followed her.

   She opened the icebox, and took out a pitcher of tea.  She poured two
glasses, and sat at the table, motioning me to sit.  I sat, trembling.  I
took a drink and almost spilled it because my hands were shaking so.  I'm
sure she noticed.

   "Richard..." she said slowly.  I dared to meet her eyes.  She seemed
embarrassed and I felt bad for her.  I wanted to comfort her and to tell
her it was all alright, not to worry.

   "This is a very small, tightly knit community," she said.  I nodded.  My
mom had said the same thing, before.  I wondered what this had to do with
her...  getting...  having sex.  She went on.  "A single woman, such as
myself...  could have her reputation damaged greatly...  if word were to
get out...  of certain...  acts she might have allowed, in the heat of
passion."

   "Miss Bailey," I said, almost gushing, "don't worry.  I won't tell
anyone."

   "So you did see," she said, sighing heavily.  "Richard...  I'm sorry,
I'm very sorry...  you had to see that..."

   "Miss Bailey...  don't be sorry..." I said.  I stared at her,
imploringly.  "It was...  it was beautiful..."

   She laughed, short and sharp.  "I imagine it was a lot of things...  I'm
not sure if beautiful is one of them," she said.  I'm not sure what she
meant, but it was okay.  I understood.

   "Miss Bailey..." my lips trembled.  My mouth said crazy stuff, without
my brain being involved.  "Miss Bailey, I love you!  I always have!  I
would never hurt you...  I would never tell on you..."

   She was silent for a few moments.  "Well, what an interesting afternoon
this has been," she finally said, regarding me as if I was some curious
museum piece, or maybe a peculiar animal.  "Thank you, Richard...  thank
you for that...  revelation...  I like you very much, too.  You are one of
my best students."

   I felt two hot tears run down my cheeks.  Darn it, I thought.  I did
love her, though.  And I didn't care, now, if she knew it.  I felt intimate
with her...  I knew things about her than no one else did...  Well, Elbert
did, but no one else.  I shared this with her, this...  secret.

   At this moment, I began to wonder...  I began to wonder if I could use
this...  this knowledge to my advantage.  If she would...  give me a taste
of that sweetness, of herself...  if she'd trade it for my silence.  I
almost wished I hadn't said what I'd said...  then I got onto myself.  I'd
done the right thing.  And I wouldn't betray her confidence.  She was
right. Women like my mom would run her out of town, if they knew what she'd
done...  what she'd allowed to be done to her.  It would be a mess.

   I sat forward and for some crazy reason I buried my face in her lap.  I
felt the scratchy lace from her dress on my forehead.  I drew her delicate,
delightful scent in through my nostrils.

   "Miss Bailey..." I said, my voice muffled, "I meant what I said.  I love
you.  I always have.  Please...  please let me...  love you..."

   I'm not sure what I even meant, or what I intended for her to interpret
from that.  I just sat there, my face in her lap, and breathed in her
wonderful smell.

   "Richard..." she said hesitantly, and I felt her hand touch me, on the
back of my head.  "Richard...  I appreciate that, and I respect it.  You
may love me, of course you may.  But what you saw today...  what you saw me
doing with Elbert...  that had nothing to do with...  love.  I hope you can
understand."

   "I know," I said, snuffling.  "I'm not saying...  I want that.  I just
want...  to hold you."

   I figured that was safe to say.  And it was true.  I hungered to feel
her, in my arms.  Just smelling her scent had me...  aroused, again.

   "Oh dear," she said, laughing slightly.  "I certainly had no intention
of starting something...  like this.  I'm not actually sure...  what I
thought I was starting, if anything..."

   "Miss Bailey," I said, finally raising up.  "It'll all be okay.  Don't
worry.  Just...  please...  let me hold you...  a minute..."

   She sighed, staring at me.  "Richard, Richard," she said.  "What I have
begun?"

   "Nothing..." I said, "nothing...  Miss Bailey...  I'm sorry if it upsets
you...  but I do...  have strong feelings for you."

   "No, it doesn't upset me," she said, "I just don't...  I just don't want
you to get your hopes up.  I don't want you to get hurt."

   "I won't," I said, although I did realize it was a distinct possibility.
Well, that I could get my feelings hurt.  I didn't know anything about the
bitter pain of love, yet.

   "Let's move back to the living room, where it's more...  comfortable,"
she said, and stood up.  I followed, and seated myself on the couch beside
her.  I had no idea what was going to happen next.  She rose, and
disappeared up the hallway, and I heard the lock of the front door click.

   She returned, and sat, even closer to me, and daintily cleared her
throat.

   "Richard," she said.  She reached her hands out to me, and then she
slowly scooted closer to me, until she carefully took my hands in hers. 
She got even closer, and closer yet, and I realized she was going to let me
do just what I'd ask...  to hold her.  She was practically touching me, by
now.  I didn't really know what to do with my hands, but I realized, about
that time...  I'm going to get to do what I said I wanted, I'm going to
hold her...  I felt like I was being invited to hold her.  I carefully
reached out, and took her in my arms.

   I finally got all situated, sitting beside her, on the couch, with my
arms around her.  She was, like a said, a small person, and I was taller
than her, at this stage.  From there, it felt totally natural to put my
head down on her shoulders, my face in her neck, and breath in her
wonderful smell.

   "Awww..." she said, almost laughing.  I hoped she realized how much
honest pleasure she was giving me.  The feeling of her body beneath my
hands was...  unreal.  I loved it.  I wanted to sit there and hold her
until judgment day.  She was soft and warm and she smelled good.  I just
fell in love with her all that much more.

   "Oh, Miss Bailey," I said, my voice cracking, "I love you.  I love you,
I love you."

   She chuckled again.  "Richard, dear child," she said.  "I may be the
first, but I'm sure there will be many other girls in your arms before you
find the right one.  I almost wish I was her, but I'm twenty years older
than you.  You will find her someday."

   I nodded, thinking fifteen.  I knew how old Miss Bailey was, and she was
only fifteen years older than me.  That wasn't that much, I thought.

   "Miss Bailey..." I half-way whispered, my mouth just an inch from her
ear.  I summoned every bit of nerve my body possessed.  "May I...  kiss
you? Just once?"

   She sighed.  "Richard...  I'm sorry...  I'm not doing this to tease you.
And I don't want, in spite of what you saw earlier...  I don't want you to
think I'm that kind of girl.  Just once, my dear.  Yes, you may."

   I leaned back, happy.  I didn't really know what to do, after that, but
I thought, how hard can it be?  I leaned back into her, and our lips met.
Oh, that felt wonderful...  I thought I was going to faint.  I'm getting to
kiss her, I thought, I'm actually getting to kiss her.

   I finally ended it, I wasn't sure how long to hold it.  I didn't know
the protocol, back then.  She sat back.

   "Richard," she said.  Our faces were still just inches apart.  I could
feel her breath on my face.  "You are a wonderful boy.  I'm not just saying
that.  You are my best student.  And you are nice, and polite, and a
pleasure to be around.  You make me wish I was twenty years younger.  Thank
you, thank you for being such a wonderful young man."

   I nodded, unsure of what reaction she wished, from all this praise.  She
surprised me by leaning in, again, and giving me a kiss on my lips.  Not as
long as the first one, but a genuine kiss.  I was on cloud nine.

   She seemed content to just sit there, in my arms.  I was certainly
content.  I felt a great closeness to her, an intimacy that I loved.  I
wondered if she'd ever let me do this again.  I realized her face was so
close that we were almost touching.  And she'd done it, she was leaning
into me.  I barely had time to get my mouth ready, and we touched again. 
This time, I decided to let her set the pace.  We kissed, and we kissed,
and kissed.  I was able to breathe through my nose, otherwise I would have
died, because I wasn't giving that up for anything.  Finally, after what
felt like minutes, we broke apart.

   "Goodness," she said, fanning herself with her hand.  "You are...  quite
accomplished, for a young man." She laughed, and I laughed with her, not
really understanding, but hey, I know when to just follow along.

   She seemed to be leaning her body into me, also.  I felt more and more
of her slight weight in my arms.

   "Richard..." she said.  She sighed deeply.  "I would like...  to give
you something special.  But I don't want you to think I'm...  I'm doing it
just to buy your silence.  I feel for you, and I want to make this... 
special.  Would you allow that?"

   "Of course, Miss Bailey!" I said.  At this stage I would have allowed
anything, even if she said she wanted to poke my eye out.  I was deeply in
love with her, a million times more than I'd been just this morning. 
Getting to kiss her was special, and wonderful...  although, of course, I
did remember...  Elbert got to put his weenie inside her.  That would be
kinda special, too.

   "Richard," she said, "I'm a little...  sore...  Elbert was a kind of
rough.  I didn't really expect that.  But, anyway...  let's not today, but
maybe next week...  we can try something a little more...  involved.  Let's
start out...  slowly, okay?"

   She leaned back, away from me, and I thought, awww...  my heart was
beating wildly, though...  had she meant what it sounded like she'd meant?
That next week...  she be willing...  to let me do what Elbert had done? 
Whisper it...  to fuck her?  I didn't dare hope.  I'd just have to wait and
see.

   She had leaned back for a reason, I realized.  She unbuttoned her
blouse, and pulled it off, pulling her arms through the long sleeves.  She
had a lacy white brassiere on, and it looked...  greatly stimulating, to
say the least.  I was certainly stimulated.  She reached back behind her
and unsnapped it, and once again, my world changed forever.

   She had the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen.  They are still the
best I've seen, to this day.  They were perfect.  About the size of two
oranges, and shaped very similar.  And crowned with two fat, luscious
nipples.  The girls I'd seen in Playboy had nothing on this woman, I
realized.  These...  these were perfection.  These were holy objects,
sacred artifacts from the temple of love.

   She reached out and grasped my hands, one in each of her hand.  She drew
my hands towards her body, and without my having to do anything except
follow her lead, my hands were on her breasts.

   I cannot properly describe the emotions that ran through my mind during
this episode.  The feel of her soft, warm breasts under my touch was
unreal. I thought I was going to pass out.  Her nipples were plump and
almost hard.  I carefully rubbed.  How different they felt from the smooth
soft skin of her breast.  What a contrast.  I can die, now, I thought.  I
can die happy.

   I can't tell you how long that went on.  Such an experience can never be
long enough.  But what happened next kicked things up a notch.

   "Goodness, Richard," she said, and I looked away from her fabulous
breasts long enough to see what she was looking at.  She was looking at my
crotch, at the lump in my pants.  Good grief.  I turned red, and started
stammering.

   "Richard," she laughed, "there's nothing to be ashamed of.  You are a
normal young man.  Please...  allow me to have a little fun...  withdraw
your...  organ."

   I just sat there, frozen, my hands still on her wonderful breasts.  Had
I heard her right?  Could she possible want...  what it sounded like she
wanted?

   She laughed again, and reached down, for my zipper.  She had some
difficulty, there, though, and finally I straightened my legs and brought
my hips forward, and she got me unzipped.  She unsnapped my pants, and
after some hesitation I lifted myself up on the couch slightly, and she
wrestled my pants and underpants down to my knees.

   "Goodness!" she said again.  "you are...  larger than Elbert...  you
should be proud."

   I was.  I wondered if that was true.  Why would she say it, if not?  I'd
seen him in the showers, as I'd seen myself...  soft...  I had no idea if
it was true.  If it was true, then yeah.  Damn.  I was proud of myself.

   Within seconds her hot little hands were on my cock.  I just sat there
and swooned, sighing with pleasure.  I couldn't believe what was happening.
I told myself over and over again...  Miss Bailey is playing with my dick.
Miss Bailey is playing with my dick.

   I finally remembered her tits, and began squeezing again.  We passed
several pleasurable minutes, as she fondled me, and I squeezed her.  It was
too much.  I could have done it for hours.

   "Richard," she finally said.  I sighed in pleasure.  What crafty,
stimulating little hands she had.  I was in love with her hands.  "Richard.
Sit back.  I'm going to do something for you that I haven't done since my
college days.  When you remember me years from now, remember me kindly. 
Remember that I too loved you." I nodded dumbly, not sure what was coming
next.  I knew it would be fun and exciting, whatever it was.

   She removed her glasses, and laid them on the couch, and leaned down,
holding her heavy braid back with her right hand.  With her left she
grasped my hard penis.  I literally felt her breath on it, as she leaned
down.  To my great surprise, she gulped my whole organ into her mouth, and
sucked it all the way in.  I could feel the suction as she sucked.  It was
exciting, to say the least.  A light went on in my head.  This is what they
meant, when they said "blow job." It wasn't blowing at all, it was sucking.
It should be called a suck job.  I congratulated myself for figuring that
one out.

   I could think of none of my friends who bragged about their exploits
with girls and women who said they'd had this done.  I wasn't even really
sure it was an option, until now.  I just sat there, sighing with pleasure,
as she ran my dick in and out of her mouth.  I could feel her lips on the
shaft of my penis.  I could feel her tongue, occasionally, on the cap.  I
felt a twitch.  What did I do now?  How could I possibly hold it back?

   I couldn't, I realized.

   "Miss Bailey..." I said, touching her on the shoulder.  She kept going.
I felt another twitch.  My god, I was going to ejaculate.  To squirt my
stuff.  And she still had it in her mouth.

   "Miss Bailey!" I said, louder.  She opened her mouth, my dick still in
it, and said, "Mmmmph!" loudly.  I had no idea what that meant.

   "Miss Bailey," I said for the third time.  "I must warn you...  I am
going to ejaculate in a moment." She vigorously nodded her head.  Okay, I
thought.  She knows.  And she didn't seem to care.  Once again, a light
went on.  She was going to swallow my...  ejaculate.  My cum.  Now that
really excited me, for some reason.  The end came quickly.  My whole body
jerked, and I squirted into her mouth as overwhelming pleasure electrified
my whole body.  I could feel her gulp it down as I squirted again and
again. It felt incredible, way better than when I stroked myself, in bed.
This one is for real, I thought.  For real.

   I finished, and she sucked me a little while longer, finally sitting up,
and dropping my dick.  She looked up and me and grinned, and we both
laughed together, like we'd gotten away with something big.  We had gotten
away with something big, I thought.  Something damn big.  I knew I couldn't
tell any of my friends about this, I respected her too much.  Maybe I could
just say "some girl" or something.  I'll work something out, I thought. 
But I didn't want anyone to think anything bad about Miss Bailey...  my
Miss Bailey.

   She rose, and sat primly by my side.  I was tired, for some reason, but
I felt good.  I felt a warmth for her that eclipsed all my feelings for
her. I loved her, at that moment, more than ever.  I leaned forward, and we
kissed for a few moments.  I tasted the juices from my body on her lips,
but it didn't bother me.  I'd tasted that stuff before.  It was no big
deal.

   "Thank you, Richard," she said, but I interrupted her.

   "No," I said, "thank you."

   She giggled, and stared at me.  "Well, okay.  I appreciate your kindness
with me.  You are a true gentleman.  Thank you for the afternoon."

   She rose, and left the room.  I looked at the clock as I pulled my pants
back up, and zipped them.  Three thirty.  I heard her return, and looked
up.

   "Your dad is out there," she said.  I picked up my books and stood.  She
approached me, and I hesitated, then froze as she leaned into me.  We
kissed again, a nice long one, and I felt her tongue touch my lips.

   "Goodbye, Richard," she said.  "Have a nice week.  And don't forget to
practice!"



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