“You are the silliest boy I think I’ve ever met,” she said. I stared up at her. “All the boys try to look at my breasts. Why would you be any different from them?”
I hadn’t thought of it quite that way. But I knew she was right – about all the boys trying I mean.
She went on. “Of course you are different in one way. You are the first boy who has ever seen my breasts bare.”
SPROING!!!
Yeah, just like that, my little buddy jumped right to attention. I tried to sit up, because I knew it was trying to poke a hole in the front of my pants. Her hand went to my chest to hold me down.
“You just lay there,” she warned me. Then she must have seen the tent that was now the front of my pants. “Oh…I see.” Her face came back over mine, about 8 inches again. “Am I responsible for that?” Her eyes darted toward my crotch.
Now I have to tell you, shy or not, there comes a time when somebody asks you the stupidest question you ever heard, and you just can’t take it anymore.
In those situations you either laugh or hit somebody. I laughed. I laughed so hard my head hurt and I started crying. I was laughing and crying at the same time and holding my head and rolling around on the floor.
I thought I might actually die.
I felt her hands trying to grab my shoulders and she was saying something like “Mark! What’s wrong? Mark, what can I do to help?” and the next thing I knew she was hugging me. Well hug is probably not the right word. The bard would say “She clasped his head to her bosom”.
The important point here is that I found my face cradled right between those two fantastic breasts I had only recently been staring at. Her hand was caressing my hair and she was rocking back and forth. Now this had the effect of rubbing my face into her breasts. I felt those two hard nipples rubbing across my cheeks and I just melted. I burrowed my face into her breasts.
I think I went “MMMMMMMmmmmmm.”
Lori stiffened and stopped. Then, after a minute, she continued to rock and I continued to “MMMmmmmmmm.”
Maybe ten minutes went by and finally I pulled away from her. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
“There you go again,” she said sharply. “Let me tell you something Mister. If I was mad at you, or I wanted an apology for something … you’d know it.”
“Take it easy,” I said back. “I was just trying to be polite,” I went on. “And I took advantage of you and I just wanted to apologize.”
She stared at me. There was that funny look again. Then she said something I’ll always remember. “You have nothing to apologize for. You are the nicest guy I have ever met, and you can stare all you want.”
I had only thought I was stiff. Now I was ROCK hard.
She went on. “And you don’t have to apologize for THAT either.” She pointed a manicured finger at my straining bulge. “In fact, I take it as a compliment.”
I grinned weakly. “Maybe it was actually you who fell and hit your head.”
She laughed. “Mark, every guy I have ever been around has tried to get in my panties. They browbeat me, use guilt trips on me, try to get me drunk – anything. THEY try to take advantage of me. You never have. You have treated me with respect and that makes me feel all funny inside.”
And then she leaned over and kissed me. Those pouty soft lips closed over mine and she kissed me – hard. We broke apart to gasp for air.
Now she was blushing. “Oh my…I liked that,” she panted. “I mean I REALLY liked that.”
And then she kissed me again. This time she poked the tip of her tongue between my lips. Instinctively I tongued her back and we just melted into each other’s arms. Ten minutes later she pulled back.
“Mark…you have to go.”
I nodded dumbly. “OK.”
She laughed again. “No, really, you have to go, ’cause I don’t think I can control myself very much longer if you stay here.”
I nodded dumbly again. “OK.”
She pulled me up, laughing all the time, and pushed me through the house to the front door.
“I know our next … session … isn’t supposed to be until Friday. But I have to go out of town with my parents. So it will have to be Monday. OK?” I didn’t say anything. “I mean we could meet tomorrow, but I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” she said, still panting a little. “So Monday, OK? Here…not at school.”
I was heavily into nodding dumbly that day. “OK.”
I don’t remember going home. I don’t remember eating anything, or changing clothes or getting ready for bed. I DO remember beating off that night. I shot at least four feet. OK, OK, I know nobody can shoot 4 feet and live to tell about it, but it was one of the hardest orgasms of my short life. When I got up the next morning I thought it was all a dream.
The next day I saw Lori in the halls with that gaggle of girls she was always hanging around with.
“Hi Mark!” she called out. All the girls tittered. Several guys looked at me with very puzzled looks on their faces. I spent the rest of the day hard and whacked off as soon as I got home from school.
Friday night came, and instead of tutoring Lori I stayed home and read “The White Dragon” by Anne McCaffrey. I don’t know if it’s any good or not. The furthest I got was page six. I read pages one through five about 30 times before I gave up. It was the start of the longest weekend of my life.
I almost didn’t go to her house Monday. I figured I had already reached nirvana, and there was nowhere to go but down. I expected her to yell at me, or tell me to go away or something. But she didn’t.
Instead, she came to the door herself to let me in. No maid today. She said her parents were at some ski resort for a few days, “recuperating”. She was dressed in a halter top and loose shorts, and was barefoot. The halter top was loose too, and I knew if she bent over I’d be able to see most of those beautiful breasts. She took my hand and led me to the library. Her Algebra book was on the desk. She sat down as if nothing had happened and started to work. I noticed that, the way she had set things up, I had to look over her shoulder.
Somehow I found the strength to concentrate on math, and we made good progress. She was coming along nicely and soon would not need much tutoring. I told you she was smart. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Sure enough I got an eyeful. I couldn’t see as much as the last time, and only saw a nipple once, but she obviously knew I was looking and did nothing to stop me. I got hard again, of course.
Finally she turned in the chair, her face about a foot from my rock hard cock. She looked right at it.
“Aha!” she yelled “I thought so!” She stood up and hugged me, grinding her body into mine. My arms went around her.
“Kiss me,” she demanded. I did and it was good. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest. They felt good. I tried to keep my erection from touching her, figuring that would go too far and it would be all over. Imagine my surprise when I felt her hands on my butt, pulling my hips toward hers. She ground her pussy against my cock and went “MMMmmmmm.”
I didn’t know what to do, so I just kissed her some more. After what seemed like a week or two, we broke apart.
“Mark?” she said “Would you … Uh … would you do me a favor?”
“Uh … sure” I wasn’t quite all there. I probably would have agreed to anything.
“You remember how I told you no boy had ever seen my breasts?” Now she had my attention. “Well, that’s true. In fact no boy has seen any of me naked. And … well … I’ve never seen any of a boy naked either.” She stopped.
Now I’m not stupid. I sound stupid and I might look stupid, but I’m NOT stupid. This woman had just kissed me like a lover and ground her luscious pussy against my hard dick. It might be a dream, but I wasn’t about to try to wake up.
“So you want to see what a man looks like ‘in the flesh’ so to speak.”
“Uh … well … yeah.” Now she was the one stammering and blushing. I sort of liked this. I decided to have a little fun.
“And you figure I know some guy who would be willing to show you his manhood.” It was obvious I meant some OTHER guy, and not me.
“NO, silly,” she pouted. “I mean … well … I mean … will you show me yours?” she ended weakly.
“Lori,” I said “What are you doing? You know well and good I’d be more than happy to fool around, but I can’t help but think this is some kind of joke or something.”
“Mark, I told you,” she said. “I like you because you treat me like a lady. And I don’t believe you’ll do anything that I don’t want you to, and I feel safe with you, and you’re a good tutor, and I can’t experiment with other guys because they want to go too far, but I can trust you.”
She was serious!
“OK, but look,” I said. “You need to understand a couple of things. First off, I don’t have any experience. No girl has ever seen me naked either. Second, I don’t know how trustworthy I am. The last sixty or seventy times I have jacked off it was your picture in my mind.”
What was I saying? Was I crazy?
“Oh,” she said in a small voice. “I didn’t know that. You mean you masturbate while you’re thinking of me?” Her voice sounded strangely husky. “And when you have an orgasm you pretend you’re having it … inside me?” I noticed her hand was between her legs.
Remember the part where I told you I’m not stupid?
“Yeah, Lori,” I huffed. “I lay in bed, and I pretend I’m … inside you, and I dream about sucking your nipples and then I shoot.” I was taking a chance, but I didn’t think it was too big a chance.
“Sixty or seventy times?” She was breathing harder now, those magnificent breasts rising and falling right before my eyes.
“Well …” I said. “Probably more, but I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of sex fiend.”
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned. Her hand was definitely busy between her legs. “Would you do it for me? Here? Now?”
I about came right then and there. This was a dream I didn’t ever want to wake up from.
Lori went to the library doors and locked them. “My parents are gone to Europe and I gave Louise the day off, but I’d feel better if the doors were locked.”
I decided to stick my neck out. “Lori? I … I’ll … I’ll be happy to show you what I do, but would it be OK if … maybe … I could look at … you know … your …” I couldn’t say the word “tits”. Not to this woman.
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