NEW NEIGHBORS
CHAPTER 12
"The Student"
The summer had a few final surprises for Dana and Jim. The
young swinging couple had had a full to the brim summer and
couldn't imagine anything else to make it fuller. And actually
the first surprise made their summer emptier. It was that Mike
and Barb were to move away by the end of August. Apparently one
of the networks on the other coast needed Mike behind one of
their cameras on a regular basis, and the offer to move from
local to network was an offer he couldn't pass up. The station
picked up their moving expenses and gave him a big signing bonus,
so a week after their beach romp with the co-eds, the dark young
couple was packed up and moved out.
Dana and Jim gave them a farewell party in two parts: one
with the entire complex attending, eating, drinking, and partying
until the wee hours of the morning. The second party was a bit
more intimate, and was shared only by the four of them. It was a
melancholy get-together despite the excitement of the job offer,
and the four made love and said their goodbyes on Mike and Barb's
final night. Barb bequeathed Dana one of her favorite vibrators
and a few items from her "play room" and Mike gave Jim a copy of
all the video he'd shot of them since their meeting. Jim gave
Mike a set of CD's he'd been wanting, and Dana gave Barb the
first pair of a panty-of-the-month installment, the rest to be
delivered to their new address.
When the moving van was ready to roll away the four gave a
final hug and kiss, and with promises to write they sadly
separated.
The next few days were very lonely for Dana, with Jim at
work, most of the folks around the pool not going out for her
aerobics workouts, and no especially close girl-friend to call or
visit. Kiko was a darling girl, but she was from another culture
and the relationship was just not the same.
Then about the second week of September, with technically a
few days of summer left, Jim arrived home one evening from work
to explain the possibility of a final summer adventure. It
happened that that day he'd had lunch with the Vice-President of
Marketing. During the conversation of business, company
politics, etc. the veep had mentioned his concern for his only
son. The boy's mother had passed away when he was still quite
young, so the two of them had gone it alone. Brad had just
graduated from high school, had turned 18 the week before, and
the university he was about to attend didn't begin until the end
of September. His concern was that over the past couple of years
they hadn't been too close, and he wondered if his boy was ready
for the big world out there on his own. And to top it off the
entire marketing department had to go to a training seminar the
3rd week of September.
That's when Jimmy had conjured up his notion. He speculated
to his boss that since the two of them would be out of town, that
maybe Dana, his wife, might be willing to house-sit with Brad
while they were away. Perhaps she would be willing to take the
young man under her wing and give him any last minute tips that
might be helpful in preparing him for being on his own. The
older man had thought it was a wonderful idea.
"What do you think he really wants me to teach him?" she
asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"You can ask him that yourself," he grinned back. "We're to
go over to his house and meet him for dinner tomorrow night.
Brad will be out, so this gives you a chance to get it all
straightened out without the young man staring at you at the same
time." Her husband then turned a little more serious and said,
"You know, Honey, this sounds like it means a lot to him. He
tells me Brad is a good kid, but is on the shy side without many
close friends. He said there've been only a handful of dates
he's ever been on, and he's even a little concerned that his son
might even not be too interested in girls. You could be quite
influential at this stage in his life."
Dana had been taking all of this in and was mulling it over
in her mind. She spoke, almost to herself, "If his father's
fears are correct then I won't have any influence at all. But
it's worth a try, and it would be a big help to be out of this
place with you gone and Barb and Mike not here anymore." She
looked up and smiled mischievously, "Why not! Let's give it a
try!"
********************
The next evening they pulled up to a large house, set well
back from the road behind both a wall and some woods. The curved
driveway allowed them to pull up to the front door and park near
it. Brad's father, Mr. Thorpe, answered the door himself with a
warm smile and a handshake. He ushered them into a very
masculinely decorated home that included lots of warm-toned
woodwork throughout. Many of the floors were polished hardwood,
the trimwork throughout was done in stained woods, and the colors
of the furniture tended towards blues, maroons, or browns.
It was a deceptively large home, with many nooks and
crannies throughout, impossible to detect from the outside. They
got the grand tour, which showed them the standard living room,
bedrooms, and baths, but they also explored through a recreation
room, a well stocked wine cellar, a technologically up-to-date
study, and a spacious television room. Dana's first impression
of the last room was that it would be a family room, but the one
wall was dominated by a huge-screen TV, speakers, and
entertainment center with the cushiony furniture all arranged for
easy viewing.
Out back they came across the large heated pool, tennis
courts, deck, and whirlpool. The 4-car garage was not attached
to the house, and seemed to have practically another house atop
it. That area, Mr. Thorpe explained, was where the cook and
housekeeper lived. They would be on vacation the week he was
away.
Finally they headed back in for dinner. Mr. Thorpe was
dressed casually, but had an air of good grooming about him. Jim
had worn a polo shirt and a pair of crisp slacks, which made him
look right at home in these environs. Dana had worn a blue denim
dress that hugged her curves nicely without being indecent. The
length of the hem was short, but not such that she couldn't sit
down without exposing too much thigh. He pumps added both a
couple of inches to her normally average stature and an extra
lift to her backside that made her cheeks curve even more shapely
than normal.
The cook brought them salads followed by some sumptuous
chicken dish with vegetables alongside. They washed it all down
with a liberal amount of a white wine that matched the meal
perfectly. The talk ambled back and forth between the weather,
bits and pieces about the company, and the local sports teams.
Finally, during coffee, Mr. Thorpe turned to Dana. "So what
do you think about staying here next week while your husband and
I are away?"
Dana paused to consider the offer once more, and then asked
him, "The only question I have is what, exactly, you'd like for
me to do for your son while you're gone. This is a beautiful
place you have here and I'd love to stay, but am I to be his
baby-sitter, his chaperone, his dorm-mother, or what?"
Mr. Thorpe smiled slightly and focused his dark brown eyes
on her. "Dana, you are a beautiful young woman and I appreciate
your candor." He made a wide gesture with his hand, "All this is
nice, I admit, but it means nothing to me compared to my son.
Unfortunately I'm not sure he would say the same in reverse.
When his mother passed away I was lost for awhile. But Bradley
needed someone and I just didn't know how to be that peson. He's
lived with nannies, housekeepers and cooks all of his life."
He got up and began pacing, talking almost as much to
himself as to them. "I tried to be a family to him, but he had
such little interest in the things that I understood. Nowadays
he seems to live in his room with his music, books and computer
and we hardly even see each other.
"Now he's graduated from high school, had his 18th birthday,
and is off to the university in just three weeks. He hasn't many
friends, and really could use someone on his side." He turned
back towards her, "Dana, he needs a friend, he needs someone of
the opposite sex to teach him something about women, and he needs
to learn how to socialize. I'm willing to offer you $5,000 and
full use of my gold card to stay here next week. And I promise
to personally take care of your husband while we are away on
business. What do you say? Will you stay here?"
Dana's eyes had widened at the amount of money being
offered, and the suggestion that he would take personal care of
Jim hinted that upward mobility was in the cards. She answered
him levelly, "For that amount of money certain services might be
expected. I just want you to know that if I stay, the friendship
I extend him will be on my own terms. Is that understood?"
Mr. Thorpe quickly agreed, "Absolutely! I leave the extent
of your interest in him entirely up to you and neither demand nor
expect of you any more than I've already stated. You will,
however, be around on a full-time basis, won't you?"
Now it was Dana's turn to assent. "I do, though, give
aerobic classes three days a week. Could I take him with me and
do that one thing?"
"Surely," he replied. "I just didn't want you out doing
something else from 9 to 5."
The phone rang off in another room and Mr. Thorpe excused
himself when the cook came to inform him who was calling. Jimmy
turned to Dana and flashed her a big grin. "It looks like you're
in like Flynn, Babe! What a place, huh?"
Dana headed around the table and sat in his lap. "I think
I'm going to like it here." She frowned, "After that meal, it's
too bad the cook won't be around, but I guess it's better to have
some privacy. No one will interfere with the lessons I plan to
give."
"Umm," he crooned in her ear as his hand slid up and inside
the denim on her chest.
********************
The next Sunday afternoon Jimmy and Dana waited in the
airport for Mr. Thorpe and his son to arrive. Shortly they were
hailed from behind by the Vice President and a lanky teenager.
The father was dressed for a business trip, but the teen wore
ripped jeans, a heavy metal t-shirt, and a baseball cap. The
long hair protruding from the cap was brown but didn't look like
it had been combed in a couple of days. The plane was due to
depart soon so each pair said their goodbyes and then Dana and
the young man were left together.
They watched the jet take off and then agreed to meet back
at the house.
***************************
Dana pulled up to the mansion after Brad had already arrived
back, but he was nowhere to be seen. The sun shone brightly with
continued warmth despite the approach of summer's end, and she
struggled to carry her bags in. As she headed up the stairs with
them she could hear the TV going in the back of the house. She
unpacked her things, put on a modest team suit and headed for the
pool with her towel and water gear.
She called a 'hello' toward the back of the house and heard
a similar reply on her way through the downstairs. Once out on
the deck she dropped her towel on a chair and dove in. The water
was warmed to a perfect temperature for doing laps - cool upon
first entering, but warm-feeling after exerting some energy. She
practiced her free-style and her back stroke, forgoing the
butterfly to reserve some of her strength for the rest of the
day. At one point in between laps she saw the young man watching
her out of the window, so she pretended not to notice and stepped
out of the pool. She arranged the lounge chair so that anyone in
the house would see her fully stretched out. Then she allowed
herself a little nap.
She awoke to the sound of water splashing and then drenching
all over her! Brad had jumped in doing a can-opener and sent a
wave of water her way. She spluttered a protest and headed for
the pool to exact some revenge. She dove in after him and gave
chase, but he proved to be an excellent swimmer and eluded her
grasp. He hopped out and ran to the other side of the pool. She
gazed up at him, the sun behind her and illuminating him, and she
saw a well developed chest, tight stomach muscles, and a skinny
waist. His legs were covered to nearly his knees in a baggy swim
suit. His dark hair straggled down over his head, but his blue
eyes and cocky grin made him look appealing, even if immature.
"You swim pretty good," he observed.
"You're not so bad yourself," she returned.
"Yeah, well, it's about the only thing I can do well." He
squinted his eyes facing the sun, and added, "Seems I can't even
stay by myself for a week well enough. Gotta have a baby-
sitter."
"Is that what I am?" she asked as she pulled herself out of
the water. She could see that he stood about 6 feet tall and was
a bit on the thin side, but well muscled, giving proof to his
claim of competence in a pool. "And if you're such a good
swimmer what are you doing in such a baggy suit? Is that how you
compete?"
He glanced down at his attire and replied, "This thing? I
just wear it in public -I have a team suit on under it."
"Let's see it," Dana challenged.
A bit self-consciously he untied the baggy suit and stepped
out of it. Underneath was a team-style bikini suit that had dark
random green stripes on a black background. Dana eyed it
appreciatively, noting his small tight buns and the rounded bulge
that no team suit ever covers. His chest was hairless, and
although it was nothing to write home about, his pectorals were
well developed with the potential for even bigger muscles.
He didn't allow her to look for long, but hot-footed it for
the water and dove in again. He began doing some laps and she
went to sit on her lounge chair to watch him. His breast stroke
was not very good, but he did the difficult butterfly stroke
cleanly and quickly.
When he'd given himself a good five-minute workout he
abandoned the water to sit next to her. He got his breath back
quickly and asked her, "So why are you here? Doesn't my dad
trust me while he's away?" The sarcasm in his voice was plain
for her to hear.
"What did he tell you? Did he say why I was going to stay
this week?"
He was young she could see, but not as immature as she'd
first thought. Just a little unsure of himself. He looked back
at the house as if his father were still in there and answered,
"He said you were here to be my friend and to teach me. But he
wouldn't say what you were supposed to teach."
"Do you have many friends?" she asked quite directly.
Obviously defensive he answered, "Sure, I've got plenty."
"Do you need another, or do you want to be friends with a
member of the opposite sex?"
"I really don't need any new friends three weeks before I
leave - and no, I really don't care about the opposite sex."
"Do you date?"
"Sure."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"Not at the moment."
"So why not let me be your friend? I made an agreement to
stay at your house this week, so we might as well be friendly. I
will teach you anything you'd like, to get ready for college.
There is wardrobe, grooming, relationships, party etiquette,
whatever you like."
Indecision crossed his handsome face. "What say we just try
to stay out of each other's way this week. It's not that I don't
like you, but I don't know you, and there really isn't time to
get to know you before I head for school. You know what all
there is to do around the house, so other than meals I probably
won't be seeing much of you."
"Too bad," she retorted and turned her attention to the book
in her bag. She lay down on the lounger and began reading. Brad
headed to the house and to his own quarters.
Dana fixed sandwiches for dinner later, and set up to eat in
the TV room. She had changed into her pajamas and a robe, and
ate her meal on the couch in the plush room, her food on a tray
near her. Brad didn't show for quite a while, so she loosened
her robe for comfort and stretched out on the cushions to watch
the movie that was on. Her "pajamas" were a red lace teddy cut
high on the hip that showed her figure in an especially
flattering way. The fabric was gauzy and didn't hide the dark
flesh circles on her breasts. Her robe was parted and she did
nothing to cover up further when he entered the room.
Trying not to stare too obviously he stammered, standing
over her, "Thanks for dinner. I ate in the kitchen, and I'll
probably just spend the evening in my room. Good night."
"G'nite," she smiled back at him as he somehow managed to
drag his eyes away from her and exit the room.
About an hour and a half later the movie finished, so she
headed upstairs towards her room. Brad's was past hers, so she
went down the hallway to wish him a good night, but stopped
herself before knocking. She could hear his labored breathing
behind the door, so she listened intently. Finally she couldn't
resist and carefully and slowly turned the knob. She opened the
door just a crack and could see him sitting on the side of his
bed, facing away from where she was peeping in.
Brad was stripped down to his boxer shorts, but while she
couldn't see everything it was obvious what he was up to. She
could see the back of his arm working rhythmically, regularly.
Eventually he laid back on the bed and she had the perfect view
of his solo activity. His hand had a good grip on his cock and
was pumping it with gusto. Every so often he released it to lick
his palm which was what was providing the lubrication. His
member was engorged and swollen, and she could see the mushroom-
like reddened tip looking like it was going to burst.
He seemed to have good control over his erection because he
didn't bring himself to orgasm instantly. Rather, he prolonged
it for at least five more minutes. As the minutes slipped by she
felt herself moistening between her legs as she witnessed his
self-pleasuring. With slow strokes he pumped his long and
straining member, tightening his stomach muscles each time. His
momentum grew until finally his hand action reached a fever pitch
and then slowed suddenly as large globs of white fluid squirted
onto his flat belly and dribbled off the end of his throbbing
rocket. His body was rigid, and slowly eased down from its
height.
Dana had allowed the door to open slightly more, and at the
sight of the conclusion to his climax she unconsciously let out a
sigh of sympathetic relief. Brad heard the noise and quickly
rolled over to determine its cause and spied the clandestine
observer.
Unsure of how much she'd seen he tried to speak, but just
stammered and spluttered until she walked in and told him to hush
up. "I saw it all," she explained, making him bury his head in
shame. "I thought it was beautiful," she added to his surprise.
She moved over and sat on the bed next to him, and offered
him a tissue from her robe's pocket. He laid on the bed with his
back to her and wiped himself up. While he wasn't looking Dana
undid her robe again so that it would hang open, revealing her
tight body in the clingy red lace teddy.
She gave him a moment to get himself slightly respectable,
and then began quietly talking to him. "Your father suggested
the possibility that you might be of a sexual orientation he
wouldn't choose, but what I just witnessed didn't look like that.
Tell me, Bradley, who was in your imagination to get you off like
that?"
Nearly inaudibly he replied, "It was..."
"It was who...," she encouraged.
"I was thinking about you," he whispered.
"Good," she commended his honesty. "I'm flattered. You
must have really put it to me good, hummm?" He grunted assent,
still not looking at her.
"Why do you think your father doubts your interest in
girls?" she probed.
"I could never tell him," he protested quietly.
"Tell him what?"
"If I tell you," and he turned to look up into her eyes,
"you won't tell him, will you?"
"I never tell what happens in a bedroom." Her answer made
him aware again of where they were and he turned his gaze back to
the floor.
"It was two summers ago when I went to camp for two weeks.
It was a pretty nice camp, and had lots of adventure kinds of
things to do. But my leader took a liking to me about half way
through and visited me one night in my bed. I tried to protest,"
and his voice choked up a little, "but he knew my dad and
promised to tell him I was a queer and that I'd been caught with
one of the boys he knew was gay if I said anything.
"I should have stopped him that night, but I let him... I
let him screw me, and then he came back frequently until the camp
ended. I hated it, but somehow I got the feeling that everyone
else either knew or suspected. I couldn't even look at girls,
knowing that I was satisfying a guy, and, I don't know, I guess I
haven't been much of a ladies' man since."
Dana drew another deep breath and let his story sink in.
"So, you were raped by a member of the same sex, and that led you
to question your own sexuality." It was a statement, not a
question, so Brad didn't answer. "It wasn't your fault. That
man's power over you made you feel powerless, but he's out of
your life, and you are free to make your own choices.
"Do YOU think you're gay?" Her question was blunt, but she
was trying to force him to make a choice - a conscious choice.
"No. I hated what he did to me, and even though I don't go
out with girls much or know how to talk to them, I like them and
not guys." His voice had lost its quaver, and he could even look
in her general direction.
Dana knew his choice was still shaky ground, so she offered
further encouragement. "It's pretty obvious to me where your
interests lie. Please don't be ashamed of your performance - if
I didn't think it would embarrass you more I would applaud what
you just did. So keep me in your thoughts, or a babe of your
choice, and keep at it. More people should masturbate - it's a
socially acceptable way to vent your sexual energies. It sure
beats raping someone else like was done to you.
"So remember, I'm here to teach you. Anything you want help
with, just ask. WHATEVER you need to know - I'm your woman."
Brad looked up and took in the sincere manner she was
projecting. 'She isn't making fun of me,' he concluded, and then
gazed downward from her face to take in the sight of her body so
close at hand that would haunt his sleep for the rest of the
night.
She stretched herself to her full extent in a languid yawn,
bent over to kiss him on the brow, then bid him good night and
headed back down the hall to her own room. Once there she
slipped in between the sheets, and found that she was still moist
between her legs. The sight of him bringing himself to orgasm
stuck with her as she practiced her own advice about
masturbation. When the waves of pleasure finished rolling over
her she plotted her strategy for the next day and drifted off
into peaceful slumber.
**********************
When Brad went down to breakfast the next morning he passed
Dana coming out of the kitchen. They exchanged "good mornings"
and she headed back the way he'd come from. He had on running
shorts and a cut-off T-shirt and she was wrapped in a robe that
revealed little. He ate his breakfast in a contemplative mood,
reminiscing about the night before, having been caught in the
act,and the subsequent divulgence of his camp rapes.
When he entered his room he saw that she'd spent all her
time in his closet and dresser while he was eating. Clothes lay
piled up in a heap by the door and his closet looked half empty.
From the number of clothes he recognized from his drawers he
figured she'd done the same there.
"Hey! What's goin' on?!" He bent over the pile of clothes
and began going through them to see what she'd pulled. His tie-
dyed shirts, his corduroy pants, his boxer shorts and much more
had been unceremoniously dumped into the pile. "What're you
doing with my things?"
"I'm doing what I said before," she replied over her
shoulder without stopping her weeding process. "I'm getting you
ready for college. You're not a kid anymore, so we're going
shopping for some new clothes today - some clothes for a man your
age," and she tossed another of his old shirts into the pile.
"No way, Jose!" he vehemently denied. "These are my things
and you can't just come in here and throw my stuff out. Who do
you think you are?!" He began picking through the pile for
pieces he wanted to salvage.
She hesitated in her actions, and turned to face him. As
she did her robe fell open and he spied the bikini bathing suit
she wore beneath. It was an electric orange fabric, and barely
covered her privates. The top formed small orange triangles over
her breasts, and the bottom looked too small to cover pubic hair,
yet somehow none showed around it. He barely heard her answer as
his eyes were doing all the listening and her body was speaking
volumes.
"You're right. Your father invited me here to help you get
ready, but you haven't asked me yet yourself. Until you do I
guess I'm overstepping my bounds." She headed past him through
the doorway, but turned in the hall to address him. "I guess you
know everything you need to know before you go to school. I was
asked to come here to help, but if you don't want me..." and she
turned to head for her own room.
Torn inside between wanting her help and angry at her
intrusiveness he called, "What do you think you can teach me
anyway?"
She called back, "Maybe nothing. Are you afraid to put it
to the test?"
He headed down the hall to her room and stopped in her
doorway. She had taken off the robe, gotten out a towel and
tanning oil, and began to pack a small bag for the pool. "I'm
not afraid - I just think I'm already ready enough to leave this
popsicle stand and go away to school."
She put her bag down next to the bed and sat down on the
bedspread. "Ok Mr. Smarty Pants, let's see how you do on a
little quiz if you're so well-informed," she teasingly challenged
him.
"You're on, sister!" The gauntlet had been thrown down by
the one and picked up by the other. She lay back on the bed and
wrinkled her forehead in thought.
"Alright - let's make it true or false. Let's see... Ok,
true or false? Alcohol and pot are sexual stimulants."
"That's easy," he replied entering the room and sitting on a
chair next to her bed. "Everyone knows booze is a depressant."
He leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head in a
cocky pose of relaxed victory.
"Score one for you. Yup, you're right," replied the blonde.
"They might lower your inhibitions, but they can also restrict
the blood flow to the genital area and make it difficult to keep
an erection." Her candid language gave him a momentary
embarrassment, but she gave no indication of noticing. She
thought a moment more and then asked, "Let me try a harder one
then. True or false? Most teenagers have "done the nasty" by
the time they are 17."
Still in his reclined position he grinningly answered,
"True."
"Wrong!" she crowed. "Half of males, but only a third of
girls have had sex by 17. So you see, virgins are in the
majority - or at least are while in high school. In college the
rates go way up, so that's one of the reasons I'm here: to give
you some preparation before heading off to the university.
"Let me give you some more: a girl can get pregnant before
her first period - true or false?"
"False?" he answered hesitatingly.
"Nope. It's true. Rare, but true. The first thing that
happens for a female to get pregnant is that her ovaries release
an egg. Her period comes after that, shedding the lining of her
uterus if the egg isn't fertilized (that's the bleeding part) -
so before her first period is the releasing of her first egg and
she could get pregnant between the two events." Dana rolled over
onto her stomach giving a nice view of her derrier. Her bikini
bottom was not a thong, but the back formed a very narrow V that
covered her backside crack and not much more. The tanned cheeks
were small and muscular, and looked ripe for the plucking, which
is what his mind began fantasizing about.
His thoughts were interrupted - "True or false," she
continued, "a female can get pregnant even if her male lover
doesn't "come" inside her."
"True."
"Why?"
"I don't know - it just sounded so unlikely that maybe it
was a trick question," he answered defensively.
"You're right, even if you don't know why. Let me put it
this way. Most of you guys are so horny to get into a gal's
pants and up inside of her, that your little microscopic spermies
are the same way: tenacious! All it takes is a drop of sperm on
the outside of a pussy for those horny little spermies to start
swimming their way into and up our love canal. If they happen to
find an egg along the way - well, it can be baby-city, even
without the pleasure of love-making. That's why "pulling out",
sometimes called coitus interruptis, isn't good birth-control."
Brad looked down at his lap and remarked, "Wow! I never
knew we were so potent." Looking back over at Dana he asked,
"Say, how do you know all this stuff anyway?"
"I was a Phys. Ed. major in college. Health classes were a
big part of the curriculum. It's not just aerobics and push-ups.
We have to know the body inside and out, and that goes for
knowing about sexuality as well." She tilted her head down and
looked at him from just under her eyebrows and asked, "Do you
give up, or do you want some more?"
"Yes and yes! I concede your superiority on the subject,
but I also want some more. This is pretty interesting stuff."
He turned in his chair so that he could drink in the sight of her
tight body without having to crane his neck. He knew that SHE
knew that he was staring at her, but after last night he didn't
care.
"I think so, too. Alright... which language gives us the
terms we use about sexuality?"
"I dunno - it's Greek to me."
"Close, but it's Latin."
"Isn't Latin supposed to be a dead language?"
"Maybe so, but whoever can think up words like cunnilingus,
felatio, penis, clitoris, and vagina can't have been too dead
above the neck - or below the waist for that matter.
"How about this one: fill in the blank - the most sexually
stimulating and sensitive area for most women is the <blank>?"
He eyed her up and down, his mental hands roaming her body
trying out each possibility. Finally, he answered, "The nipple?"
She cringed and replied, "Unh uh. Nipples are a lot of
both, but the most sensitive area is a woman's clitoris." She
locked her gaze with his and said, "NEVER forget that. Never!"
She then laid her head on her arms and asked, "What are the only
two forms of birth control that prevent sexually transmitted
diseases?"
"Condoms, and...," he thought hard, "I can't think of
another."
"Kind of a trick question," she smiled back. "Condoms, and
abstinence. Most folks thinking about having sex are quick to
forget that second one, but it's the only 100% effective method."
She reached down and picked up the bottle of tanning oil and
held it out to him. "When we're done here I'd like to catch a
few rays out by the pool. Would you please put some on my back?"
Just the question seemed to give his lap a little rise. She
was asking him to rub his hands up and down her smooth looking
skin, so he quickly seized the opportunity. He'd seen in a movie
how to warm the oil in his hands before applying it, and as he
knelt on the bed next to her and began she oohed at the
sensation.
Her muscles seemed to relax as he stroked the liquid onto
her, and she continued the quiz. "True or false: anal sex is
never pleasurable?"
That made him glance down at her nearby ass and begin
imagining his cock working its way in between her tanned cheeks.
He was startled that his first reaction hadn't been the pain and
humiliation he'd received at the actions of his former counselor
who'd rammed his own ass until it bled. But staring at this
woman's body had begun the process of shifting his focus from his
own past experience to the possibilities the future held. While
he tried to imagine it as a pleasurable experience to him, the
giver, he wasn't so sure about the recipient, so he answered,
"True."
"It's false," she murmured in a low voice. "There are just
as many pleasure nerve-endings in the anus as in our genitals.
You just have to do it right. Apparently whoever did a number on
you wasn't out for mutual pleasure, which is the only worthwhile
kind there is. If the sphincter muscle of the recipient is
allowed to relax, and the penetration is slow and smooth, even
anal sex can be extremely sensuous and erotic." She spread her
legs apart some and asked over her shoulder, "Would you mind
doing my legs as well?"
Brad was glad to move further back and out of her line of
vision, for his shorts were now having difficulty containing his
growth. He shifted his cock to point sideways, afraid that if it
continued to grow in the up-position it would poke up out of the
top. He warmed some more oil in his hands and began applying it
down near her feet, as far away from where her legs met as he
could get.
Even so he was in heaven. He had always had a fascination
with women's feet. They were so dainty and shapely that his
erection increased as he stroked the tiny curves and undulations
of her petite feet.
The radio began playing a rock tune that had a driving beat,
so he was glad when Dana asked another question. "True or false
- bikini underwear for men can stop the testicles from producing
sperm."
Brad knew that his own balls were beginning to ache from
what he imagined were bottles full of sperm being produced.
"False," he croaked, his voice cracking just a little bit.
"Uh uh uh...," she liltingly called back. "If they (your
testes) are too close to your body they get overheated and stop
working. That's why they hang down in their natural state - to
keep them cooler than your body temperature. When a couple want
a baby they usually have a better chance if the man wears boxers.
Not," she added, "because it makes him sexier. I guess a woman
will put up with anything once she gets the mother-urge." She
glanced back again at him and remarked, "Most of us like to see
our men wearing next to nothing."
Brad's stiffy got even harder, and he was aware that he'd
oiled her feet, ankles, and calves as much as he could. If he
was going to finish the process he'd begun on her legs he would
have to work his way up to her well-muscled thighs. As he began
she almost imperceptibly spread her legs further.
"Let me ask you something, ok?" he asked as his hands began
massaging the oil into a thigh.
"Sure," she replied, "but be sure to cover all of me back
there."
He couldn't tell if she were teasing him or serious, but he
acted on the latter assumption and began working his way up
towards the top of her legs and the smooth mounds that were
nearly exposed just past them. "Were you serious last night and
just a bit ago about preparing me for college in any ways I
asked?"
"Mmm hmm," she hummed back.
"W-Well," he stammered, "would you prepare me...," and
looking away added, "for girls? You know, how to act and be
around them? I know a little, but I have to admit I have a long
way to go."
Dana immediately turned over and Brad's fear was that she
was pulling away to reject his request, but she sat up next to
him and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and a smile.
"That was honest, and a very nice way to ask me, and yes, I will
help you. You're a bit rough around the edges in some ways, but
I think you have the potential to be very sensitive and caring,
and that is what I want to teach you. But I'm NOT going to
prepare you for girls," she concluded.
"You're not?!" he protested in disappointment. "But you
just said..."
"I said I'm not going to prepare you for girls. I AM going
to prepare you for women. You're leaving girls behind and moving
into the world of women.
"Now, the first lesson is to never presume anything with a
woman, so I want you to finish oiling my legs, anything not
covered by my suit, but I don't want you to take any liberties.
Do you understand?"
He nodded meekly.
"Good. If I am going to teach you then you have to agree to
do whatever I ask or tell you to do. Do you so agree?"
Again he nodded.
She rolled back over. "Go ahead then, but watch where your
fingers go. And like I said earlier, later we're going shopping.
Everything I'm going to teach you will prepare you to be around
and with women. That starts with your clothes, includes your
health, your attitudes and your techniques if we get that far.
Do you understand?"
Happily Brad agreed and went back to work, smoothing the oil
again onto her legs and even up onto her exposed cheeks. His
mind removed the suit, but he was careful not to let his hands
actually travel across any forbidden zones. The last thing he
wanted to do was to break the promise he'd just made to his new
tutor.
*************************
After Dana's time in the sun they headed out together. Dana
drove Brad's BMW, but she didn't tell him where they were going.
Soon they pulled up in front of a beauty salon and Dana led him
in. There he was treated to his first manicure, and then a buxom
red head gave his hair a wash and style. His long locks were
shorn to a short length, but the styling effect she gave him made
him look in his early twenties. A touch of mousse, a spritz of
spray and they were on their way.
Next stop, Dana's condo complex. She was still under
contract to lead 3 aerobics classes that week in the clubhouse,
so they stopped in to her place where she changed into her
'tards. Brad expressed interest in trying the class himself, so
she threw out some of Jimmy's workout togs for him to put on.
About 30 minutes later Brad was wishing he hadn't so glibly
joined in, huffing and puffing to keep up with the obviously fit
group around him. Dana looked like she had hardly broken a sweat
by the end, but Brad dropped in a heap and wasn't sure if he'd
ever recover. But he was young and bounced back quickly enough.
He showered in the locker room and changed back into his own
stuff. He felt odd without his long hair, but the new reflection
in the mirror pleased him, and he reminded himself that he had
committed himself to Dana's regimen for social success.
As they were leaving, Dana received a little good-natured
kidding from some of the women there about being a "Mrs.
Robinson," but Brad was too young to catch what the reference
meant. He did catch mention of a "hot party" going on that
evening by invitation only and Dana was given a card to present.
They headed back to his Beamer and for the nearest mall.
While they were driving there Dana began her first verbal
lesson. "What is the first thing that a woman notices in a man?"
Brad thought a minute and answered, "Whether he has a cute face?"
"Almost," she replied, her blonde hair streaming back from
the breeze coming in through her open window. "Statistics and I
both agree that it's his eyes. And the only way for a woman to
notice your eyes is for you to look directly at them." She
glanced over at him. "I've noticed that often when we speak you
look down at the ground instead of directly at me. I want that
to stop. When you speak to me I want you to hold my gaze. I'm
not talking about staring, but I am talking about eye-to-eye
contact.
"It's one of the best ways for a woman to feel intimate with
a man. It tells her that he is listening to her, which is very
important. It makes her feel special, and it gives her a chance
to really notice his eyes.
"Two more things," she continued as they sped up and onto a
highway. "The second thing a woman notices about a man is the
width of his chest. It's good that you worked out today, and I
think you did very well for a first try. That was an advanced
class I was teaching today and most people couldn't step in and
keep up, and you almost did." The last she said with a wry
smile. "But eyes and chest, waist and buttocks, while important
at first glance are only that -- a first step."
They headed for the mall exit. Dana asked, "How long should
foreplay be before consummating the lovemaking?"
The question caught Brad a little off-guard, but being off-
guard was getting to be pretty routine, so he thought, added up
the minutes for various foreplay techniques he could think of and
suggested generously, "I'd say at least 20 minutes."
Dana's smile widened, she looked over at him and shook her
head ever so slightly. "At least you said 'at least.' But that
was a typical male response, and is probably longer than most
would have suggested.
"For a man sex is a physical act that begins with the
arousal in his pants, and ends when the last drop has emanated
from his hard prick."
She pulled into a parking space quickly and then brought
them both to an abrupt halt for emphasis. "Bradley," she said
deliberately, looking him straight in the eye. "I want you to
really understand one of the main differences between men and
women. I want you to hear this, and if you get nothing else from
our week together, I want you to get this. For women, it's the
relationship that is important, and the sex act secondary. Sex
is only a part of a woman's relationship with a man. Sex is
often indicative of that relationship, and for us it can't easily
be separated.
"There are a few nymphomaniacs out there that treat sex like
a man does. I've been known to do so on occasion myself. But
without the loving context of a relationship, the sex act has no
value or desirability for a woman.
"So the answer to my question, from a woman's perspective,
is that foreplay occurs ALL DAY LONG! The ENTIRE relationship is
the foreplay. It begins when the alarm goes off in the morning,
or if you're not married, it begins whenever she first thinks
about him during the day. What is he like to her at breakfast?
Is he gruff and pre-occupied, or is he tender and focused on her?
As the day goes on does he ever call her to say he's thinking
about her, or stop on the way home to pick up a rose or a card?
When they eat meals does he compliment her cooking, does he offer
to do some meals himself? Is laundry, cleaning, and
traditional 'woman's work' left up to her, or is he secure enough
in his own masculinity to try to even things out in the
relationship? Does he have to control the finances in the house,
or does he recognize and accept that women are equal to men in
most respects as well as superior to them in many others?
"In your case, will you place your own wants and needs
beneath the value you place on your relationship with whoever is
your love-interest? I've heard it said that 'men give love to
get sex, and women give sex to get love.' That's sad but too
often true. So my question to you is are you going to live by
the need you feel in your pants, or can you live on a higher
plane and elevate the ENTIRE relationship?"
Brad didn't know that she was asking it rhetorically, so he
stammered out an "I don't know" before she placed a finger to his
lips and shushed him.
"This is all new to you and I don't want you to shy away
from the water before you've even gotten your feet wet. All I'm
trying to say is that sex is a part of the relationship and not
the goal. If the relationship is there, then the sex will be
too; and the better the relationship the better the sex.
"If the two of you can talk and communicate and trust one
another, then the sexual heights you can reach have no limit.
But I should have probably put that the other way around, because
"trust" is the single most important factor in satisfying sex.
Yes, "love" is important, but I said for SATISFYING sex.
"You have to trust a lot of different things for the
experience to be satisfying. There's the trust that the other
loves you back, that he or she is HIV negative, that a parent
won't come barging in on your living room rendezvous, that the
other won't be offended if likes or dislikes are communicated
during the encounter.
"Most females have a poor to bad first sexual encounter,
because of trust. The situation may be in a car where there's no
room to maneuver. Or it may be in the basement in front of a TV,
but who knows when Dad is going to come down or return home from
wherever? And the poor guy just wants to score so he can tell
his buddies, and she knows it. And he thinks if he can pump her
a good 10 to 20 times before coming that she'll be satisfied,
too."
Dana realized that she had been lecturing him rather sternly
so relaxed her demeanor and reached a hand out to run through his
newly cut hair. "But I know that you'll be different. I'm going
to teach you how to act around women, and then the world will
have at least two decent men in it, with my own husband Jimmy as
the other. Ok?," and she lowered her hand to firmly stroke up
and down his arm. Brad agreed and reached out his own hand to
touch her golden tresses, but she had turned and moved out her
door before he could make contact.
The two headed into the most exclusive of the department
stores where she brandished his father's credit card with a
vengeance. She put Brad through the paces as she picked out
slacks, shirts, socks, belts, a couple of jackets, and a couple
of ties. Then she led him into the underwear section and began
picking out those for him.
She sent him to the changing room with an armful of bikini
briefs made of cotton, or nylon, or even silk. She brazenly
walked in a minute later and made him open the door for her to
inspect each pair that he tried on. Thankfully she allowed him
to close the door and change in private, because his manhood
couldn't help but grow at the feel of silk and the scrutiny of
such a vixen. Finally she was satisfied with the purchases and
allowed him to re-clothe. Brad reflected that he'd usually been
a boxer man, but if that displeased his tutor he was willing to
wear a g-string to make her happy. The bikinis gave him greater
support, and made him more conscious of his private parts when he
had his pants back on, but he concluded that there was nothing
wrong with that.
The elderly clerk never said a word to either of them about
her infringement of the changing room, probably due to the amount
of clothes they kept piling up on his counter to be purchased.
During their shopping spree Dana kept reminding him to look
her in the eyes when talking to her. It had been difficult for
him at first, but after a couple dozen reminders he had begun
doing it more naturally. When they had completed shopping for
him, Dana led him back into the back of the women's clothing
department.
Dana continued to keep him off-guard, for he now found
himself in Women's Lingerie. He self-consciously looked around
to see if anyone noticed him and found that at this time of the
day there weren't many shoppers, and the only other people in
their neck of the woods was a pregnant mother looking through
maternity night-clothes and a rather geeky looking salesman.
Without a second thought to the other shopper or sales clerk
Dana waded into the silk and satiny underthings, fondling many as
she searched. The sales clerk made an attempt to help her but
she waved him off smilingly, and went back to looking at the
intimate apparel. He hovered just out of selling range, and
under the cover of straightening up the merchandise on the racks,
kept his ear cocked for any opening she might give him.
Finally she waved Brad over to a rack of skimpy underthings.
"What kind of lingerie do you like?" she asked him coyly. She
held up a pale lavender boustier up to her chest and smiled at
him with the sexiest look he'd ever seen.
He swallowed hard, forced himself to look her in the eyes,
and replied, "Anything, even a burlap bag, would look good on
you."
Her sexy smile broadened into one of delight and she
exclaimed with girlish glee, "Bradley! You're learning fast.
That was exactly the right answer, and then she turned and armed
herself with a half dozen items. She headed for the changing
room, but when she saw that he wasn't following she beckoned him
to follow. "'Turnabout is fair play,'" she quoted back to him
and ducked through the doorway and into a booth. Brad stopped at
the doorway, afraid that the salesman would object if he went
further, so after a minute, Dana came out to him.
She wore nothing more than an off-white camisole top and
miniscule bikini briefs and came out to the doorway. Brad
stepped back to admire the view and allowed her to model the thin
material. She twirled, moved, and turned in the doorway, and
both Brad and the salesman got an eye-full. The clanking of the
clothes hangars on the racks stopped as both men stood wide-eyed
at her posing. Her athletic form, long tanned legs, tight belly
muscles and full breasts were all displayed to their maximum
effect, topped by flowing blonde hair surrounding her voluptuous
face. She paused to see the effect she'd made and then danced
back to her cubicle.
The racks restarted their clinking, but when she appeared
again a minute later the sound again stopped. She slowly walked
into the doorway wearing a black g-string, a black-lace and blue
silk garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching blue silk girdle
that barely covered her breasts. She moved around sensuously,
and when her back was to them she bent over and touched the
ground with both hands. The g-string and garter didn't even
begin to cover her cheeks, and Brad drank in the view like a man
who hadn't had water in a week. She straightened back up, turned
back out towards the store, and pulled the strings on the girdle
as tightly as they would go. This made her tiny waist even
smaller, and made her boobs look as though they would burst out
the top of it.
Again she disappeared back into the recesses of the dressing
room. The clerk had unknowingly left his clothes arranging and
moved closer to the doorway to get a better view. He moved up
behind Brad and whispered intently, "Who IS that?"
"Gorgeous, isn't she?" he replied over his shoulder.
"I've been in this department for four years now and I've
never seen anyone like her."
Dana then peeked only her head and bared shoulder around the
corner. "Bradley, would you please find me something else to try
on?"
Brad began looking around for something else for her to
squeeze into, but the salesclerk was already ahead of him. "Over
here!" he whispered to the young man as loudly as he could. Brad
moved through the aisles toward him and saw what he was holding
up. The clerk handed him a short white gossamer baby-doll night
gown with slight ruffles around the hem. It almost felt like
nothing was on the hangar, and its insubstantial material gave it
a similar look.
But the clerk was already headed for another section and
waved him over. He had moved into a section Brad hadn't noticed
before that included a lot of leather and neoprene items. It was
mostly hidden back around a corner and was obviously meant to be
away from casual eyes. Brad was handed a shiny black plastic
full body suit with a zipper up the middle. He took what was
offered by the nearly drooling man and headed back towards the
dressing room.
On the way, though, he noticed some sheer high-cut body
stockings, and picked out a light pink one. Dana wasn't in the
doorway any more, but had re-dressed and stood near the check out
counter. He handed her the merchandise which she placed on the
desk along with the other items she had tried on. Seeing the
disappointment on his face she crooned, "There, there. You'll
just have to wait a little longer to see me model them. Ok?"
Then she noticed the look of disappointment on the
salesman's face, too. He moved around the counter stiffly,
trying to hide his frustration, and asked her, "Will that be cash
or credit?"
In a business-like tone she inquired, "Did you think the
items fit me properly?" as if she were asking about the fit of a
coat.
He took a deep breath, and without looking at her, began
ringing up her order and replied, "I thought that the ones you
selected fit quite nicely, but I think you may be hasty in buying
these without trying them on," indicating the newest items.
In a low tone she asked, "Did you want me to try some more
on?"
Still without looking at her he murmured back, "Yes I did."
She rummaged through her clutch purse, and pulled out a
folded card. "Here," she offered it to him. He accepted it,
opened it, and read it. "What is this?" he asked, curious about
the number, which was the only marking on it.
"It's an invitation to a party, and if you liked what you've
just seen, then maybe you should attend tonight." She told him
the address to go to at her complex, and said to mention her name
to get in. She also suggested that he lose his glasses, dress
casually, and not expect to make it back home until the next day.
With obvious relish he pocketed the paper and handed her the
large bag filled with dainty items.
"Enjoy," he smirked to the young man when their transaction
had been completed, and then headed off to help another customer.
Brad and Dana headed out to his car, and when they got there
he unlocked and opened the door for her. She bent over to put
the bag in the back seat, pointing her tush right in his face,
and then stood back up. "One last little verbal lesson for
today. You've come a long way already, and holding my door,
while offensive to some, is what you should assume you should do
until told otherwise. That is another point for you.
"Here's a tip on how to do it. When you get the door, hold
it open and with a hand on the door step towards the front of the
car and face back. That way you'll be facing her as she gets in.
That will give you two advantages: first, when she sits down
you'll be able to look at her and receive a smile back directly
in gratitude for your gallantry.
"The second advantage only occurs when she is wearing a
skirt or dress. Believe me, there is no way to politely get into
a car wearing either of those, especially if they are short, and
when you stand there looking back, you'll be the recipient of the
second advantage."
Brad smiled back in gratitude as she slipped in behind the
wheel. He headed for his own door, visions of her in the
dressing room doorway competing in his mind's eye with what she
might look like later in any of the other purchases. His tight
underwear contained his manhood, but only barely as they drove
home.
**************************
When they got home it was early evening and the air had
turned chilly. Brad took his things up to his room to put them
away. While up there he changed into a tight fitting dark green
silk bikini under a pair of new jeans. A lilac Ralph Lauren
shirt, leather belt and top-siders completed his outfit, and he
experimented with combing his hair. When he had just the look he
wanted he headed downstairs to the smells of some kind of pasta
heating up in the microwave.
He helped set the table and then they sat down to a meal.
While they ate Dana spoke to him about table etiquette, making
small talk, and how to keep the focus on the woman during a meal.
He practiced asking brief questions and holding back his own
opinion until she felt truly heard.
When dinner was over they cleaned up and took bowls of ice-
cream into the den to eat. The conversation turned back towards
the bedroom when Dana asked him between bites, "What turns you
on, Brad? What type of woman, what parts of a woman, what
thoughts or fantasies do you have?" She settled back into her
chair and waited for his answer.
He had trouble looking her in the eye as he thought about
the question, so finally gave it up and looked away as he
answered. "There was this Hispanic girl in my Biology class that
really used to get my blood boiling. It's hard to say what it
was about her, but anything she did seemed to make me hard.
There was just something very sexual about her, if you know what
I mean?" And then he quickly amended that to add, "But you would
if anyone would."
She just looked at him seriously and didn't say a word, so
he continued. "She has the longest legs and the cutest feet. I
guess her feet really get me the hottest."
"Do you get hard thinking about her feet?" Dana asked.
"Yeah," he replied, the image of her petite parts and her
long slim legs filling his mind.
"What would you do with her feet if you had the chance?"
Brad didn't need any further prompting on this one as this
fantasy had journeyed through his brain repeatedly. He couldn't
believe he was voicing his thoughts out-loud, but he did. "She'd
be wearing dark stockings. Not pantyhose, but silky smooth
stockings, with a dark line running down the back of them.
Their tops would just barely be hidden under the top of her mini-
skirt, and they would run all the way down her legs and disappear
inside a pair of high heels."
He closed his eyes and lost himself in his fantasy. "She
would sit on one end of the couch and I'd be on the other end and
she would put her feet in my lap. With her eyes closed she'd
move them back and forth gently, and I'd get as hard as a rock.
Then I'd remove her shoes and massage the bottom of her feet.
The nylon would add a silky feel to them and as I massage she'd
spread her legs for me to see beneath her skirt and begin
moaning.
"As I caress her feet I can see that her garter belt is the
only thing she has on under her skirt, which is now hiked up to
reveal her dark bush, and one of her hands slides down to begin
fingering herself. I move my hands up and down her silky legs,
with one of her feet buried in my crotch.
"Somehow I get my pants and underwear down and place her
sole back on my meat. The feel of her stocking on my cock is
delicious and as she strokes herself to orgasm I erupt all over
her foot. She is a loud moaner, and as she continues to climax
her leg strokes me up and down, the ball of her foot repeatedly
forcing fluids from my spurting fountain. Finally I move up and
fall into her arms as we passionately kiss." He slumped back
into the cushions, mentally exhausted from his verbalization.
Dana whispered, "Ooooh. That was nice. I think you got me
hot with that image." She placed her bowl on the coffee table
and got up to leave. "Come up to my room in about ten minutes.
And Bradley?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Lose the pants," and she walked out of the room and up the
stairs.
Brad kicked off his shoes, and shimmied out of his jeans.
He was undecided about wearing the shirt, but figured he might as
well lose that as well. He looked at his watch and agonizingly
waited the remaining eight minutes until he could go upstairs.
Finally the tenth minute ticked off and he a bit self-
consciously walked up the stairs towards her sleeping quarters.
The hallway was dark, but a glowing light emanated from her
doorway. He turned the corner into her candle-lit room and spied
her stretched out on her bed, the covers pulled back.
She had on the black plastic body-suit that covered her from
her neck to her ankles, and out to the end of her arms. Her feet
wore silvery stilleto heels and her hair had been pulled up into
a bun. The candlelight reflected off of her tight outfit, and he
could easily see where her nipples made slight bulges in it.
She cooed, "Come in," and gently patted the bed next to
her. Brad's own bulge was thankfully pointing sideways or he'd
have revealed himself out the top of his briefs. He moved over
to the bed and laid down next to her.
She propped herself up on one elbow, the plastic making a
slight squeaking noise as it moved on her body, and she looked
down at him on his back. She reached out her free hand and began
caressing his chest. "I want to change your potential into skill
if you'll let me?" she offered.
His throat was too tight to answer, so he just nodded his
head slightly. "It's said that men achieve their sexual peak at
18. Do you think that's true?" she asked, and he shrugged his
shoulders still unable to trust his voice. "Well, let's find
out, shall we?" and she leaned over to kiss him wetly on the
lips.
Her body made contact with his as he turned himself towards
her on the bed, and the feel sent aches of pleasure through his
every nerve. He tried to kiss her even more passionately, but
she removed her lips from his and cautioned, "slowly, remember?"
Then she returned her luscious mouth to his and parted her lips
to allow his tongue to gently probe between them. Her body
settled against him, and he could feel her weight all up and down
his torso. She reached a hand down and released his sideways
cock from that position so that it did point up and out of his
shorts, and then she settled her own crotch on top of him there.
As they kissed she rubbed her body up and down his, placing
extra weight where she lay on his hardness, and before he could
help himself he started coming. He felt the wetness on his
stomach as the slick fabric of her suit smeared it into him, but
he could tell that she knew what was happening as her movements
up and down matched the strokes of his climax. She began sucking
his tongue in rhythm with his spurts, and that only added to his
total enjoyment.
After what seemed an eternity of pumping, his fountain ran
out and she released her hold on his tongue. He collapsed back
onto the bed in exhaustion, but she began kissing his cheeks,
then his neck, and then his shoulders. Her kisses continued to
work their way south, onto his chest, his nipples (which felt
particularly good), and then on down his belly. When she reached
his belly button her kisses changed into licks, and she began to
feast on the wetness he'd created down there. She moaned her
pleasure as her tongue stroked off all he'd pumped out, save for
what clung to the fabric on her own belly. Her fingers found
their way into the bikini material and then deftly she tugged
them down and off of him.
Now down by his feet she resumed her kissing, and covered
his feet with wet kisses. "You said that a woman's feet get you
off," she whispered up to him, "so let's see how you like a taste
of it yourself." She then began to kiss and caress his toes,
sometimes flicking her tongue inbetween them. He writhed on the
bed at her attentions, feeling a little twinge of excitement in
his privates already.
She smothered his feet in kisses and wet licks, and then
began to work her way up his legs. When she had reached his
knees he was again beginning to harden and she looked up to see
the progress he'd made. She let out a slight gasp as she saw the
size he had already swelled to. In the back of her mind she kept
thinking of him as a teenager, but now she saw that he was a man
in every way that counted. His eyes closed again, he heard her
whisper, "Tonight we'll <kiss> just bring your <kiss> fantasies
to life. Later <lick> you'll learn how to <kiss> respond
appropriately." Then she moved quickly up his thighs to
distribute her busses upon his full manhood.
He gripped the pillows with both fists as her moist mouth
slipped over the tip and began tickling it with her tongue. His
hips started to thrust and push his way in deeper, but she
gripped his balls tightly and squeezed. "Never force your way
in!" she whispered fiercely, and his thrusting stopped
immediately. She held on to his testes for enforcement, but her
mouth resumed its wrapping actions.
Her other hand began caressing his belly, his chest, his
nipples. Her mouth lowered ever slightly lower and her tongue
added pressure until finally his engorged stick was nearly down
her throat. Dana then began rhythmically sliding up and down his
shaft and she released his balls to pump him manually in time
with her mouth. His back arched and when the little bit of pre-
cum escaped he knew that he couldn't hold back any more. He
involuntarily began to thrust, but now she was in control of it
and worked his orgasm to its fullest. She gulped his bursts, but
held him back from ramming himself down her throat. He surprised
her at the amount of fluid he still held in reserve on his second
go around, and she swallowed for all she was worth. She sucked
him dry -- all traces of his explosions having been swallowed
away. She sidled up alongside him, and asked rhetorically, "Was
that nice?". Brad turned his head to kiss her, smelling his own
musk on her breath as their tongues intertwined. She moved her
leg up so that her knee rested on his belly and her crotch
hugged his hip. Their kiss lingered until he dropped his head
back in exhaustion. She snuggled up against him, pulled up the
sheets and drifted off into a light sleep.
A couple of hours later he awoke as she worked her way down
his body to kiss his hairless chest and nipples and then moved
back up to breathe, "You rest a bit and I'll be right back." She
hopped out of bed, rummaged in her dresser drawer, and then
disappeared into the bathroom.
Brad lay back in bliss and luxuriated in both the warmth of
their lovemaking and in the glow of the nearly depleted
candlelight. He didn't sleep, but drifted in that twilight zone
just below full consciousness. He heard the door open and click
shut, and then a silky nymph with blonde hair moved onto the bed
with him. He cracked his eyes open to see his love-tutor sitting
next to him on the bed, her golden hair shimmering in the low
lights. Her eyes twinkled girlishly above her wry smile. The
perfume she had added while away assailed his nose like a sensual
bouquet.
He sat up more to see what she had changed into, and saw why
she was smiling. She had on a white babydoll outfit that had
small pink roses accenting the material. It looked to be made
out of a delicate cotton, and lace around the edges made the
overall effect give her a very young look. Her panties were
miniscule in the front yet they completely covered her and gave
no hint of any stray hairs peeking out. Sitting next to him, her
hair falling over one eye, she looked like she was younger than
he. Her smile turned shy, and instead of being the woman in
charge of his learning, she appeared virginal and unsure.
Brad sat all the way up and leaned toward her. Dana looked
down and leaned into his warm embrace. He felt her curves
fitting into his as her breasts pressed firmly into his chest.
He brushed back the hair from her face and saw her slightly
parted full red lips beckoning his. She tilted her head back and
closed her eyes and he kissed her tenderly. Her wet tongue
caressed his lips and then slipped between them. His hand slid
down her neck and brushed lightly over her decolletage onto the
thin material covering her full breasts.
Dana marvelled that Brad was swelling again, but recalled
also that he was at the sexual peak of males in age. She slid
down his body, cradling his mounting erection in her soft hands,
and slipped down onto the floor. She pulled her babydoll nightie
up and over her head, leaving on only her small panties. She
directed him to sit up and place his legs over the edge of the
bed. She leaned over and liberally moistened his meat with her
mouth, but before he could get the idea that this was just
another blow job, she moved her body forward until his fully
swollen prick stood up between her breasts. She let go of him
and placed her hands on the sides of her mammaries. She pushed
them together and felt the warmth of his tight flesh against her
chest. She moved up and down and let the tip of his cock
disappear between her own swelling breasts, and then would force
it back up and out again as she knelt back down.
Dana pushed her tits together with the heels of her hands,
but soon had her fingers vigorously stimulating her hardened
nipples. Brad was leaning back bracing himself up on his elbows
lost in the rapture of another dream come true.
His stamina still wasn't up to par for Dana's satisfaction,
and soon she could feel his jism striking her under the chin and
dribbling down her neck. She increased her vertical motion to
help him pump out his bilges, and when she felt his stiffness
start to soften and saw him fall back onto the bed she let up.
She dipped a finger into the sticky fluid and licked it off
with a smacking sound, but decided to share her midnight snack.
She worked her way back up his body and leaned over him so that
her breasts dangled right in his face. When he reached up a hand
to cup her and guide a nipple into his eager mouth she let him
but then began squeegeeing the semen down her chest onto the
breast he was suckling. He continued to suck and nibble until
she had seen to it that all his fluids had found their way back
into their originator. Then she withdrew from his oral doings
and snuggled up against him. They both nodded off for the rest
of the night - but not before Dana decided to gain her own
satisfaction from him the next evening.
****************************
They slept in late, but Dana rose first and left her young
lover buried in the covers while she withdrew to take a luxurious
hot bath. She had given Brad as many of his fantasies come true
in one evening as she'd been physically capable of, and hoped
that enough of his teenaged desires had been satisfied so that
she could actually teach him something the coming night without
his need to reach orgasm overwhelming the learning process.
She finished her bathing, retrieved her clothes and lingerie
and left, all before Brad awoke. She dressed in jean shorts and
a cut-off T-shirt and headed out to do some grocery shopping,
leaving a note to the man of the house on the breakfast table.
She left a lipsticked kiss on the bottom of the note in place of
her signature.
When she returned an hour later she could tell by the dirty
dishes in the sink that Brad had been up and about, but was
nowhere to be found. She put away the articles she'd purchased
and decided to get back out to enjoy the pool one more time. She
undressed and put on a tiny, but comfortable bikini. The bikini
bottom again was a thong that had only a small string that
slipped between her cheeks, but she was used to the feel now, and
wished that it continued up the front and could slip between her
pussy lips. That kind of fashion, though, she figured wouldn't
hit the beach scene for at least another five to ten years.
She spent the rest of the morning plotting and planning the
evening's lesson. She knew that he was capable of multi-sessions
of love-making, but knew that in one night she couldn't teach him
everything she knew. She decided that there were six positions
she wanted him to learn, and learn well, so she decided to extend
the lesson to two night's worth.
After a couple of hours in the sun, lunch, and making her
plans Brad still hadn't turned up. Dana wandered back up to her
room to look over her clothes, her lingerie, and her "toys". She
spent the rest of the afternoon trying on various combinations of
her sexy underthings attempting to achieve just the right
combinations that would kindle her young lover's fires to their
hottest. She spent a good bit of that time applying her make-up
and doing her hair so that it was just right, also.
She went downstairs and had just begun puttering around in
the kitchen when she heard his sports car pull up in front of the
house. She heard the doorbell ring, and wondered at that, seeing
as how she knew it was Brad who had driven up. She opened the
door, and took a long moment to recognize the tall man who was
standing there.
He was dressed in a dark-grey tuxedo, had immaculately
styled hair, was grinning from ear to ear, and held a bouquet of
peach roses that matched his bow-tie. His other hand was hidden
behind his back. Dana smiled back grandly to the young man
standing on the porch, and asked, "What can I do for you, Brad?"
Brad beamed back, "Excuse me, but would you do me the honor
of accompanying me out this evening?" and proffered the roses.
"What are you up to?" Dana giggled, a bit off-balance at the
change he was showing compared to only a few days ago.
"Nothing -- except that I would like to spend the evening
with the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I have tickets to
an up-town dinner theater, and I was hoping that you would
accompany me."
Dana accepted the flowers and the invitation, but made him
agree that she could take a little bit and dress for the
occasion. Then she stepped forward and kissed him deeply, her
arms entwining themselves around his neck. He greeted her kiss
passionately by pulling her taut body tightly up against his with
his free hand, but it became clear that he still could not
embrace her fully.
They separated slowly, but then Brad brought his other hand
out holding the beautifully wrapped box it held. It was a rather
large rectangular box with metallic silver paper and and a peach
bow. Dana used her free hand to take his and urged him inside.
They walked to the living room where Dana found an empty vase to
put the roses in. She then turned back to her elegantly dressed
escort and accepted the gift.
"What have you been up to?" she asked as she accepted the
gift. She sat down and awaited his answer, so he sat in a wing-
backed chair opposite her place on the sofa.
"After last night I needed to go somewhere and clear my
head. No," he grinned, and some of his youth shined through his
newly matured image, "I mean this head," pointing to his skull.
"But nothing has ever happened to me like last night, and I
needed to try to put the pieces together.
"I've been scared and ignorant about girls all my life,
although I've been fascinated with them. I suspected that sex
might be wonderful, but my own experiences that we've talked
about had only been painful ones. I haven't been able to
approach girls, uh, I mean women, and talk to them, be friends
with them, or do anything but be curious from afar. I don't
blame anyone but myself for being so reticent, but I couldn't
think of any way to change things.
"So today I've been thinking about what occurred last night.
I went to the beach to clear my head <grin>, and there are three
things I want to tell you. First, while I was in a diner having
a cup of coffee, a young mother with her baby started a
conversation with me. It surprised me to make small talk, but
before I knew it we were talking about my college plans, her new
baby girl, my mother's death, and her own career out of her
house. It's not that there was any physical attraction between
us, at least overtly, but we connected as two adults. I've never
done that with an adult before, and certainly not with a female.
"So, later today I was walking the beach and came across a
young teenaged girl who was obviously cutting classes. She
wasn't there to really enjoy the beach, she was just there to be
away from school. Somehow we got to talking. Again, I can't
tell you how foreign that is to me. She told me about her
abusive father and how difficult school was to deal with also. I
didn't try to convince her to do anything, I just mostly
listened, and it felt good.
"The last thing I wanted to tell you was about the third
female in my life this day. She is an older woman, but instead
of making me feel like a kid, she makes me feel older. Instead
of acting shy around her I just seem to forget my shyness.
Instead of feeling dirty about my thoughts, she makes me feel
healthy about them. Instead of making me want to avoid females
while yearning for them from a distance, she makes me want to get
close to them and be a part of their lives.
"I realize that she is married and isn't going to be a part
of my life much longer, so I want to appreciate her as much as I
can while she is still here, and I want it to start as soon as
possible. So I've rented us a limo that will be here in a half
hour. And I got you this," he said indicating the gift she held.
"When we were shopping yesterday I noted your sizes, and I think
it will fit. Are you going to open it now, or what?"
Dana thanked him for his candor and then began tearing into
the gift. She worked her way down to the gift inside, and then
pulled out a long, silky, peach chiffon dress. She oohed and
aahed as she held it and caught the reflection of light off some
sparsely placed sequins along the decolletage. The fabric seemed
to float in the air as she held it up.
"Half-hour 'til the limo arrives, right?" she confirmed, and
Brad gave her a nod. "See you then!" and she skipped out of the
room and up the stairs to ready herself for their outing.
Just as the limo pulled up she stepped down the stairs.
Brad was there waiting, and his eyes glued themselves to her.
The dress might have been a size too small, but just barely, and
the tightness only added to the allure. The fabric hugged her
from her breasts, down past her incredibly tiny waist, around her
tempting hips and onto her shapely thighs. The material extended
down to her calves, but the slit up the side showed most of one
of her shapely legs. She had her hair done up, and a string of
pearls adorned her luscious neck.
Brad's eyes couldn't decide where to look. The tanned skin
of her breasts was just barely covered by the peach dress, and
the tightness of the fabric made her cleavage even more
pronounced. The pearls were a milky white, yet they reflected
the pink-orange color of the dress perfectly. And then her
stockinged legs begged for attention as well, the dark color
hinting at a sexiness that contrasted with the softness of the
rest of her outfit. She stepped down the stairs unfalteringly in
four-inch black spiked heels into his arms, and after a
suggestive embrace they headed out for the town.
The evening turned out to be pure romance. There were
cocktails, dinner, a sinfully rich dessert and then the evening's
show. It turned out not to be dinner theater, but a Las Vegas
type show, with singing acts, dancing girls, comedians, and more.
When they pulled up in front of the estate they were both
giddy from so much fun. They dismissed the limo and headed
inside for the rest of the evening's entertainment.
Dana headed upstairs to change and Brad began building a
fire in the living room's fireplace. He took his jacket and tie
off during the process and had just settled down on the couch to
stare into the flames when he heard footsteps softly padding
behind him. He turned to see Dana illumined by the warm glow of
the fire looking like a vision in the doorway. Her hair was
loosened down to her shoulders in cascades of curls. Her eyes
stared at him with a mixture of hunger and apprehension. Her
torso showed through the shimmery white silk floor-length gown
that flowed over her like gossamer in the wind.
Brad swallowed hard, and stared as she saw the stunning
effect she had on him. She moved into the room and around the
couch to where he was sitting. She extended a hand, inviting him
up and into the middle of the room where they entwined in each
other's arms. He ran his fingers through her golden lit tresses
and looked deeply into her eyes, seeing a willingness and a
promise to fulfill his "education." She closed her eyes and
tilted her head back, so he didn't waste any further time and
with one hand still in her hair and one behind the small of her
back pulled her in tightly and kissed her for all he was worth.
Her lips parted to allow the thrusts and probings of his tongue,
and she moved her one leg in between his so that her hip made
contact with his crotch. They ground together for a full minute
before she moved back slightly from him. She reached up to
unbutton his shirt, which she did as his hands roamed up and down
her back. She pulled the tail out of his pants and finished the
buttons, and then ran her hands together down his body from his
neck to his pants. When she got there she quickly unbuckled his
belt and unzipped him. He allowed his shirt to fall off and his
pants to drop, and then stepped out of them.
His bikini briefs were constricting him terribly, but the
two laid down on the fluffy carpet in front of the fire where he
kicked off his socks. Dana lay on her back and whispered to him,
"Your final lesson from me is the most important. I want you to
learn how to please a woman. If you can truly do this then you
will never lack for lovers. Will you do as I say?"
"Yes," he murmured as he leaned over to kiss her breasts
through the material of her negligee.
"Good, then let's continue." She arched her back to force
her breast deeper into his mouth. "I want you to reach down and
lift my gown up to and just above my breasts." Without stopping
his kissing actions Brad did as she requested. Now her body was
fully bared to his view and she moved his head back to her
breasts.
As he licked and sucked her teats he reached a hand down to
her pussy but she urged, "Don't rush," pushing his hand away.
"Let your mouth be the focus of your actions, and slowly work
your way there. Maybe even skip a woman's pussy to continue
kissing your way on down her legs to her feet. Enjoy all of her,
not just her crotch and she will know that you love all of her,
not just her sex organs."
Dana found it difficult to continue speaking as her body was
responding fully to his attentions. In the firelight he was a
gorgeous hunk of manhood and she wanted to screw him blind, but
she knew that he needed to learn the restraint of true
lovemaking, not just the heat of rutting. It wasn't long before
his head began descending down her body, which by now was
tingling in anticipation. Her vaginal walls were fully slicked
already, but he heeded her earlier advice and didn't head
straight there. He did linger on her taut stomach, giving a
little extra to her navel, but when he moved to her thighs he
stopped and looked up.
"You have no hair on your pussy." He sounded surprised, and
she remembered that this was the first time he'd actually seen
her completely in the buff. Before she had either been in some
stage of dress, whether in a bikini or in lingerie, and hadn't
realized that he hadn't seen her shaved beaver. He quickly
added, "I like it, though. I'll be able to see exactly what I'm
doing in a few minutes." The promise of his words sent another
shiver down her back as his warm hands began caressing her thighs
and calves as he kissed his way lower.
He spent a good bit of time kissing and licking between her
toes, which was driving her wild with anticipation. But then he
began working his way back up her legs again, his hands leading
the way. His fingers caressed her silky smooth thighs and moved
around the back to fondle her buttocks. Finally she lifted one
leg and his hand moved from her bottom to her love slit. A thumb
slid inside her causing her to gasp, and she felt the juices
running out of her. Brad's tongue moved even higher and then
onto the inside of her left thigh.
Dana decided that she had to take things in hand or this
young whipper-snapper would be teaching her some new tricks. She
guided his head into her crotch and his tongue into her slippery
pussy. Ripples of pleasure began cascading through her, but she
kept her head enough to direct his successfully. Here her
oversight and coaching really kicked in.
She whispered instructions to him that had him use enough
different techniques that she climaxed nearly a dozen times. She
proved her earlier quizzing answers about the female of the
species being multi-orgasmic as she had him use different
tonguing styles, sometimes combining her own fingering with his
mouth-work. She did have to warn him off of trying to use his
own fingers to directly stimulate her clitoris. He wasn't that
advanced, and only produced a painfully rubbing until she stopped
him.
She showed him how to tongue her anus while the intensity of
an orgasm made continued contact with her love slit unbearable.
She taught him to silently count to fifteen before starting in
again, which he did over and over again.
Finally she knew that another climax would exhaust her
physically, and before she allowed him to stimulate her to a
collapse she directed him to move himself up until his stiffened
member practically burrowed itself inside her of its own
volition. Dana's heaving body accepted the intruder with relish
and held him firmly in its wild gyrations as they lustfully
climaxed together. Brad's muscles stiffened as his hips thrust
violently into Dana's smaller body, but she met each one eagerly,
and unwittingly screamed her pleasure at the top of her voice.
When the thrusts stopped she felt him shudder uncontrollably
as she held him tightly in the embrace of both her arms and legs,
his cock buried to the hilt up inside of her.
The evening moved into the late night as Dana showed him as
many different positions as she knew: doggie-style, inverted 8,
69, woman on top T, and more. Brad's ability held out longer and
longer, making for deeper and more intense pleasure for Dana.
Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning even Brad's youthful
energy gave out and they collapsed into sleep within each other's
naked embrace.
*****************************
The rest of the week was made up of smaller, briefer lessons,
honing his appreciative skills, his manners, and his sexual
abilities. By their last evening Brad was no longer taking
direction from Dana, but was trying out some positions and
variations of his own. His confidence level had taken a 180 turn
around women, and frequently when they were out she could see how
much more self-confident he was. Their last night was one of
slow love-making, intimate caresses, and whispered fantasies that
they took turns making come true.
The morning that Brad's father and Jim were to return Dana
packed up and moved back home. Then she drove back to pick up
Brad so that they could welcome home their relatives. Just
before the plane landed they spent the last moments in a
passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, but came to end all
too soon for young Brad. He released her from his arms
reluctantly as passengers began de-planing, knowing that what she
had done to him and for him in the past week would last with him
for the rest of his life, and indeed it did.
Brad went to college, and after some short but sexually
intense relationships, settled down with a fiery dark Latino.
He never questioned her on where she had learned her technique
with men, and he would have sworn that it wasn't possible, but
their physical relationship surpassed what he and Dana had
achieved in the space of a week. It took a little longer than
that for Brad and Carmen, but they continued to grow closer and
more intimate as the years went on. The peak of the mountain,
that he'd sworn he'd reached once with Dana, continued to move
higher, and the end was nowhere in sight as he and his lover grew
more and more intimate.
Dana and Jim, on the other hand, looked back years later on
that summer of experimentation and sexual awakening with smiles.
After Dana's week with Brad, which she only told Jim about with
the barest of details, the married couple turned to each other
for more and more of their intimacy needs. Dana went off the
wagon a few times in the next years as a particularly stunning
wench would join one of her aerobics classes, but never for long
as she and Jimmy found satisfaction most fully in each other.
But they never forgot that summer, and used it as a spring board
for frequent discussions about sex that inevitably lead them into
the bedroom, or living room, or other private spot once again.
The years didn't leave their bodies untouched, but never did they
lose interest in sexual closeness and the desire to poke
themselves into
THE END of the other.