As I have mentioned in a number of the stories I have written, before my retirement ten years ago, I worked as a professor of English in a small but expensive New England college.
As you already know if you ever went to college, English 101 is required of all freshmen students. The purpose of this course is for the professor to try and enable students to write in some reasonably intelligent way. Many of the students can write only on a 6th grade level. God knows how they graduated from high school.
At any rate, the usual procedure is to give out writing assignments and see how well they do with them. The subjects of the assignments are the usual boring standards: The Best Day in My Life, The Worst Day in my Life, Who I Would Like to Meet From History, etc. One of the typical boring assignments was: The Most Embarrassing Experience of My Life.
Jeremy Hopkins (named changed to protect the guilty) wasn't the brightest bulb in the room, but I thoroughly enjoyed his essay and thought you might like to read it. Here it is:
"We both grew up in the same small town, so I had know Jessica since we both were in the third grade. By the time we reach the senior year of high school, we had both just turned 18 and were looking forward to college.
Also by that time, Jessica had turned from a child into a very beautiful girl. She was about five foot five, 105 pounds, dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders, and a smile that filled the room. The only thing wrong with her smile was that like a lot of the girls, she had to wear steel braces. They always made her mouth look unattractive, like there was something caught in her teeth. But the rest of her was really nice looking. She also had what appeared to be a very beautiful petite body. Even though I had never seen it in the flesh, so to speak, I could tell that it was something special.
In the last year of high school, I was very good at math and science, and Jess was pretty good at English and History. But still, she was worried about the SATs which were coming up.
"I know I'm going to do terrible in math," she told me one day on the way home in the school bus. "How am I going to pass it?"
"Study," I said.
"But I don't understand the concepts."
I shrugged.
"Could you tutor me in math?" she asked. "We only have a week until the tests."
Normally, this would be a boring idea for me, but I began to think of a way I could put it to my advantage. "What's in it for me?" I asked.
She looked puzzled. "I don't know. What do you mean? What do you think should be in it for you? I don't have any money."
"I'm not interested in money. But you do have something I would like."
"What's that?"
"I'll tutor you for two hours after school, when your parents are working, if you'll be naked when I do it."
She stared at me. "You're kidding, right?"
"No. You're the most beautiful girl in the school, so that's what I want."
She thought about it for a minute. "Is that all you want? Just naked."
"Yes."
"Okay, I'll do it. But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I promise."
"Tomorrow after school."
"I'll be there."
When I knocked on the door the next day around 3 p.m., Jess opened it. She was barefoot and wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe. "Come on up to my room," she said. "My parents won't be home until about six."
I followed her up the stairs and into her room. It looked like a typical girl's room: a single frilly bed, a dresser, and a lot of posters of rock and movie stars. On the floor beside her bed was what looked like a white bearskin rug. "I like to sit here and study," she said. "It's comfortable."
"Okay." I took some math books out of my book bag and put them on the rug. Then I sat down.
"Here goes," she said. She undid the ties around her robe, opened it, and let it slide from her shoulders. She was even more beautiful than I could have imagined: Small but pretty breasts with copper-colored nipples the size of quarters. And between her legs, a pretty brown bush which looked like it had been trimmed. But what did I know? I had never seen one before.
"You look beautiful," I said.
"Thank you. Can we work now?"
"Of course." I gave her all the help I could for two hours even though it was difficult with her sitting there naked beside me.
"What about tomorrow?" she asked. "Can you come over again?"
"Sure. But the price has gone up."
"What do you mean?"
"I've already seen you naked. So now what I would like to have is a blowjob."
"You've got to be kidding."
(I need to interrupt at this point. I have read that back in the Dark Ages, meaning the fifties, a blowjob was something you could only get from a prostitute, certainly not your wife or girlfriend. But after the sixties and the so-called Sexual Revolution, everything was different. Now this was the Modern Age, and in high school, a blowjob was as common as a handshake and pretty much meant the same thing: Nice to know you.)
"I'm not kidding," I said. "I think you're the prettiest girl in the high school, and I would love to have a blowjob from you." I didn't tell her that I had never had a blowjob before, since I had never had a girlfriend.
She thought about it. "You won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not."
"Okay, come around at the same time, and if you teach me a lot in two hours, I'll give you a blowjob."
"And you have to be naked at the same time."
She sighed. "All right."
Fantastic, I thought. I could hardly wait.
I didn't know she was going to be naked for the whole tutoring session, but that's what she was. She actually answered the front door naked, which was a big surprise to me.
"You look really beautiful," I said with admiration, looking around to make sure no one was in the vicinity.
"Thank you. Let's go upstairs."
At the end of our two hours of tutoring, I stood up.
