The Geek

My heart was pounding and sinking at the same time. She described me perfectly but her assessment hit a real sore spot with me. I knew I was a klutz with the girls but I thought I was just an ugly, gangly brainiac and no self-respecting girl would want to have anything to do with me.

I was so close to Miss B___ that I could smell a faint whiff of perfume. That, combined with the white sweater, pink shorts and closest proximity I had ever experienced with a mature woman, other than my mother, caused my brain to experience a severe overload. I just sat there like a scared church mouse staring into the eyes of snake about to swallow it.

“Look, David” I’m not trying to embarrass you but if you’re going to go to a big university, away from home and your friends, you have to build up a little confidence and learn to be at ease with girls. Don’t you agree?”

“I guess so….I mean….what should I do? I don’t really know any girls that well and…..I have never……you know…..”

“David, she said with a very warm smile and she took my hands in hers, I have watched you staring at my breasts ever since you walked in the front door. Have you ever seen or touched a woman’s breasts?”

“Uh, well……I….that is….well….no I never…..” I was so unnerved, I could hardly speak.

Suddenly, she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her sweater and whipped it off. For the first time in my life, I saw a real brassier and the tops of real breasts. I must have gawked with my mouth open. She smiled again and reached behind her and unhooked the bra. There they were! Two breasts complete with little brown nipples. Nothing in the National Geographic magazines could compare with this!

“See, David, they won’t bite you. Go ahead and touch them if you want to.”

If I wanted to?!!!! I gingerly reached up and touched her breasts with my finger tips.

“No, no, silly, grab them and squeeze them. Learn what they feel like.”

I began to follow orders. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch, with her arms over her head. She gave a deep sigh.

“That’s good. David, keep doing it,” she moaned.

I continued my tactile exploration of her breasts. I leaned closer to look at her nipples. I felt like my brain was expanding. My pulse was pounding and suddenly, I felt an erection moving in my pants.

“Go ahead, kiss them, suck on them, bite them a little,” she said, not opening her eyes.

Blindly I followed her instructions and did as I was told. The more I kissed and sucked on her nipples the more she began to moan. All the previous thoughts I had ever had about women not liking sex with men went flying out of my poor overworked brain. Wherever did such stupid thoughts originate? Nothing was ever said in Health class about sucking on a woman’s breasts because she would like it!

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and lowered her arms.

“So, David, what do you think? Can you see what you’ve been missing?”

I was mute. I merely nodded.

“Would you like to see more?” she asked with a slight smile.

Again, all I could do was nod. She stood up and undid the buttons on her shorts. They dropped to the floor and I got my first view of a pair of panties stretched over her pelvis with a little bulge in the center.

A few blond hairs peeked out from seams at the center. Miss B___ slowly pushed the white panties down to her knees and they fell to the floor. There, in front of my face, flushed with embarrassment, was the first woman’s crotch I had ever seen. The room seemed very warm all of a sudden. I began to sweat. My hands felt clammy.

“You see, David, this is what all the fuss is about. This is a vagina. This is what men dream about, isn’t it? Do you dream about pushing your penis into a vagina like this? Do you masturbate and think about doing it to a woman? You can tell me, David. No one is going to know what is happening here today. Go ahead, touch it. Put your finger right in the middle.”

I was on auto pilot by now. If she had told me to climb up on the roof and jump off, I would have done it without question. I tentatively put my finger in the center of her cunt. It was hot and wet! I snatched my finger back as though I had been burned.

“Don’t be afraid. Any girl would love to have you work your fingers in her pussy.”

‘Pussy’? I wondered. Is that what girls call it?

Once again I poked her. This time my finger slid further inside. I began to move it up and down a little, in and out. Once again Miss B___ closed her eyes and began to moan.

“That’s good. Keep doing that. Move your fingers up to the top. Feel that little bump there. That’s my clitoris. Keep rubbing that. Oh yes, keep…….keep…..”

He voice began to fade away. She placed her hands on my shoulders. She began to thrust herself onto my hand. Soon I had three fingers inside her. The sweat was pouring off my face. My breathing was as labored as hers. Then came the biggest shock of all.

“David, stick your tongue in there. Lick it, wiggle your tongue in my pussy,” she cried out.

Stick my tongue in her….thing? The very idea was so repulsive to me I withdrew my fingers. My fingers were soaked with her juices. I could not believe what I just heard.

“Please, David, don’t leave me like this.” She grabbed my shoulders and pulled my face right into her bush. She lifted one leg and placed it next to mine on the couch.

“Do it David, tongue me, please.”

She grabbed my head and suddenly my nose was jammed into her slit. By this time I was acting like a robot. I did as she told me and stuck out my tongue. The taste was musky and sharp. She moved my head up and down until I got the message and began to work my tongue into her as far as I could. I lapped upward and caught the little knob at the top. She cried out and pulled me in even harder. She jammed her pelvis into my face again and again as I worked my tongue any which way I could. This went on for a few minutes when she stiffened up and doubled over on top of my head with a sharp cry. She held my face in her bush such that it was hard to breath but I sat the on the couch, motionless until she decided to release her grip. I fell back on the sofa, my face covered with her slime. Miss B__ slowly slipped to the floor, gasping for breath. I thought I had hurt her and was about to apologize.

“Oh, David, that was wonderful. I know those girls at the university are in for a real treat. I was right. You are a very fast learner. Oh, look at you! You look like you’ve been punched in the stomach! Breathe, my friend, breathe. You just gave this old girl a wonderful orgasm!”

With that she laid back on the floor and continued her heavy breathing. For myself, I was slowly beginning to return to reality. I took my handkerchief and wiped my face off. I stared at the naked woman lying in the floor in front of me. My erection was gone. My under shorts were wet. I had ejaculated in my pants and didn’t even know it until now. I stared in disbelief at what I once thought was a prim and proper English teacher but was in fact a wanton slut! (I once heard my dad use that expression in describing my mom’s sister.)

She rose from the floor and walked quickly to the back of the house. She returned wearing a robe that had printed dragons all over it.

“My brother is in the Army. He is in occupied Japan and he sent me this. Isn’t it cute?”

“Um,…yes, it’s very nice.”

Miss B___ sat down next to me again. She placed one arm around my shoulder.

“David, you have just had but one experience with a willing woman. There is so much more I could teach you. Do you think you could keep our little secret long enough for me to show you what else you need to know?”

“Miss B___,” I stammered, I….”

“Jane, she said, my first name is Jane. Call me Jane, David.”

“Uh Miss, I mean Jane, that was such a …..a…..nice…..oh, …I mean I liked it but… I think I messed up my pants and I…..”

I was so embarrassed that I had a wet spot in the crotch of my pants that I could not answer her question.

She looked down at my pants.

“It sure looks like you did come in your pants. Here, take them off and I’ll run them through the washer.”

“No, I couldn’t do that. I have to get home. I…..”

“Tell you what, she said. We’ll wash down just that part of your pants and I’ll get out the steam iron and that will dry out the wet spot in no time.”

(Nobody that I knew had an automatic washer and dryer in 1954. They probably existed but not in my world.)

I got up and turned my back to Jane. I lowered my pants and took them off, handing them to her without even looking at her. I was so worried that she might see the wet spot on my white briefs. (Today I cringe when I think about it. I had just sucked a woman to an orgasm and was still afraid to show her the bulge in my tighty whites!) Her next words came to me like a thunder clap.

“You need to take off your shorts too, David. They are just as wet if not more so.”

I had never been naked in front of a woman. The fact that she had just been naked in front of me and that I had stuck my tongue in her cunt was completely lost in my clouded brain. But, I dutifully pulled them off and handed them to her. She walked out of the room and I sat back down on the couch, my hands over my cock. I sat there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do next. Idly, I began to fondle myself. That was something I did just about any time I could at this age. Then, Jane walked back into the room and I quickly covered up again.

“David, David, she said, slowly shaking her head. What am I going to do with you? Now, take your hands away and let me see what you’re hiding. After all, you’ve seen nearly everything I have. It’s only fair that I get to see you.”