Words on My Lips

A couple things before we get started. First I'd like to thank Todger65 for his editing work. Putting this story together wouldn't have been possible without his help.

Secondly, there's been a lot of stories on this website which have been taken and used for podcasts and other mediums without the permission of the author.

This goes without saying that all of my stories are my own work. If you steal this story and pass it off as your own without my permission, I WILL find out and do everything I can to get it taken down.

With that out of the way, all participants in this story are 18 years or older.

- Alexandra

"She Sells Seashells by the... Seashore." 10-year-old Brady Foster, with his platinum blonde hair and red Nike t-shirt, sat at the wooden table across from his speech therapist.

Maria Morales, a 21-year-old college student with long black hair & light tan skin smiled at the young boy with her deep brown eyes. "Great job, Brady! You've made so much improvement over the past couple of months. You should be very proud of yourself."

Brady had been struggling with a lisp since he was just a child and would often get teased for it. His parents had taken him to numerous therapists over the years but none of them were able to help the young boy out. All of that changed when the school brought in Maria, a college student from the local university, as part of her internship.

She had succeeded where other therapists had failed. Since Maria had started working with Brady, his speech had improved tremendously, and he no longer felt shy around other kids when he spoke. It also helped that, compared to his previous therapists, he found Maria to be quite beautiful.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morales." He grinned back at her with his braces-laden teeth.

Maria laughed and blushed. "Brady, I've told you numerous times that don't need to call me Missus, I'm not married."

"Oh... sorry Miss Morales..." He looked down at the table.

She folded her hands in front of her. "It's quite okay. You don't come across grown-ups in school that aren't all old and stuff."

Brady giggled. "Yeah, like Mrs. Johannes. She's so old and kind of scary looking."

He was, of course, talking about his 5th grade teacher. She had a reputation for being cold and stern with her students. She was by no means an awful person, but she was able to instill the fear of god into kids under the right circumstances.

Maria put a hand to her mouth and laughed. "Brady, that's no way to talk about your teacher."

"But you're laughing, so you must think it's funny. Besides you're the best teacher ever" The young boy mused. He had her there.

Maria decided to quickly change the topic "In any case, I'm going to school to be a speech therapist, not a teacher.

She smiled down at him. "Seeing how much your speech has improved since we first started together is more than enough proof that I'm going into the right field."

"Field?" Brady looked up at her with a confused look on his face.

The woman smiled. "Speech Therapy. I'm in college and this is my last semester. Next week is my last week here, since I'll be graduating in 4 weeks."

"Oh so... you won't be back next year..." Brady said with a frown on his face.

As Maria leaned down and looked at the child, she couldn't help but feel sad for him. "I'm sorry, Brady. If I could stick around here, I would. You kids have been such a pleasure to work with."

"But... you could always come back and work here. Since you'll be a teacher or... therapist when you finish college." Brady said with a hopeful tone.

She frowned and shook her head. "It's... not that simple I'm afraid. I'd love to trust me but..." Her voice trailed off. Brady didn't like the answer, but he knew well enough not to push the topic.

"It's okay, Miss Morales. I'm just very glad that you have been helping me out. You're really the best therapist I've had."

Maria beamed down at the young boy. "Aww, thanks Brady. You really know how to flatter me."

"Flatter? What does that mean?" He asked her.

The young woman let out a giggle. "It means that you know what to say to people to make them feel good about themselves."

"Oh, well in that case. You're very pretty!" He said without an ounce of shame.

She blushed at his remark and giggled. "Uh... thank you Brady. That's so sweet of you. You really shouldn't say that to adults because they might get the wrong idea."

Brady, feeling defeated, looked down at the floor and apologized. "Sorry, Miss Morales." However, he took it as being rejected outright rather than feeling ashamed for what he had said.

"It's quite alright, Brady. Head on back to class and we'll see each other next week, okay?"

Brady nodded as he stood up, grabbed his backpack as he headed out the door and back to his class down the hall. Maria went back to the table to fill out her paperwork and laughed to herself.

"Oh, kids these days..."

-

The following week, Maria and Brady had their last session. It was a bittersweet event for the two as Maria had grown fond of the kids she had helped out & Brady would miss his weekly meetings with the college student.

As Brady went home from school that day, he looked out the window of the bus as the kids were laughing amongst themselves. He was now confident enough in himself to interact with the other kids, but he felt a sense of sadness creep over him. Maria had done so much for Brady and he felt indebted to the young woman for all she had done for him.

After Maria left, Brady's speech only got better. The impact that Maria had on Brady was what ultimately drove him to be on the debate team in high school, along with pursuing a career in speech therapy. He wanted to make a difference with kids struggling with speech impediments, much like he did when he was younger.

******

-11 Years Later-

Brady, now in his senior year at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois, sat down with his academic advisor, Professor Michael Schuster, to discuss his internship placement and where he was likely to end up.

Michael was wearing a green polo shirt tucked into a pair of khaki slacks. He was in his early 50s with short gray hair and wore a pair of Aviator-style prescription glasses.

Sitting across from him was Brady, his blonde hair was neatly trimmed and he was dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt worn underneath his red winter coat.

"So, Mr. Foster, as I'm sure you're already aware, part of the prerequisite for your graduation is an internship placement for your final semester. You mentioned you were looking for something close by and working with elementary school-aged children. Is this still accurate?" Professor Schuster asked him.

Brady nodded in affirmation. "Yes sir. I want the chance to help kids that were a lot like me when I was their age. It sounds extremely cheesy but it's the truth."

His professor smiled back at him as he clasped his hands on his desk. "It's not cheesy at all. In fact, I think that is extremely admirable of you. With that in mind, I have found a placement for you that you will find to be quite ideal."

"Wonderful! What is it?" Brady asked him.

Michael cleared his throat. "So, we have you placed at Waukesha Drive Elementary School, located about 10 minutes from campus. You'll be working with Maria Gervais, who is the school's dedicated speech therapist.'

Brady chuckled to himself. "Maria, eh?"

"Yes? Is everything okay, Mr. Foster?" The professor asked Brady.

The college student smiled. "Yes, everything is fine. The speech therapist I had back in elementary school who more-or-less turned my life around was also named Maria."

"Ah yes, you had mentioned that you had a therapist when you were younger that was crucial in helping you overcome your lisp, if I'm not mistaken." Michael was trying to recall.

"Yep, she is the reason why you couldn't shut me up from 5th grade onwards. There used to be a time when I'd go for days without talking. I know that's hard to believe given how long you've known me, but it's the truth" Brady laughed.

Professor Schuster grinned. "I can believe it. Many of my clients I have worked with over the years have made huge strides when it comes to talking. Sounds like your experience was a very positive one."

******

At the end of the meeting, Brady was given the contact information for Maria Gervais and his professor had emailed her, informing her of his student's decision to take up the placement.

5 days later, Brady found himself sitting in a chair in the front office of Waukesha Drive Elementary School. After he checked in with the school secretary, she had called up the speech therapist he'd be working under.

Today, he wore a maroon-colored fleece sweater with a pair of blue jeans and brown dress shoes. This was the most "professional" looking he had been since his senior prom.

A feeling of unease started to creep into his being. After 3 years of studying, he was finally going to put what he had learned into practice. Brady was afraid that he'd somehow let down the kids he was going to be working with and started wondering if he was really cut out for it.

Before he could get lost further into his thoughts, he heard a woman's voice call out to him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Foster?"

He turned his attention to the doorway to his right and saw a woman standing there holding a folder in her right arm. She was about 5' 4" & with black hair, which was parted down the middle and stopped just below her jawline. Her skin was tanned in appearance, and she had deep brown eyes. She was wearing a brown cardigan over a white blouse, which was tucked into a pair of black slacks, which hugged her legs and thighs. On her feet was a pair of white sneakers.

"Hi there, I'm Maria." The woman said as she shot him a smile.

As Brady stood up to meet her, he couldn't help but notice that she looked familiar; like he had seen her somewhere before. In a split second, he realized that it might not be his mind playing tricks on him. As he went to shake her hand, it clicked for him, but he wanted to be certain.

"Hi there, nice to meet you. I'm Brady... have we met before?" He smiled back at her.

Maria cocked her head to the side. "Maybe, where would you know me from?"

"This is a bit of a reach, but it was about 11 years ago. I was a student at Oneida View Elementary School up in Green Bay." He stated proudly.

Maria's eyes lit up and her smile became wide. "Oh my God, I remember you! You're THAT Brady!" She said excitedly as she looked up at him. "Wow, you've grown up so much since I last saw you!"

This was true. Brady on the shorter side in elementary school and she looked as tall as an oak tree to him when he was younger. Since he left the 5th grade, however, Brady went from being the shortest in his class to being the tallest in just a couple of years. Now standing at 6' 3", Maria was now at least a foot shorter than her former student.

"I'll say! The last I saw you; I didn't even come up to your shoulders." Brady laughed as Maria giggled along with him.

"Now even I don't come up to your shoulders. What were they feeding you back home in Wisconsin?"

"Spotted Cow, Cheese Curds and Kringles." Brady joked as Maria laughed along with him.

-

The two sat in Maria's office as she was busy typing away at her desk while Brady sat there, looking onwards. He had harbored a crush on her in his younger years but never in a million years did he think that the two would reconnect one day. To him, she looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw her.

Brady decided to break the ice. "So, what have you been up to these past 11 years?"

"Well, I graduated college about 3 weeks after I finished my internship at your school. Afterwards, I found a job working at a school in Miami, where I worked for five years before I moved to Baltimore. Then two years ago, I moved back home to here in Chicago." Maria told him.

"And I guess I can now call you Mrs. Morales now... or Mrs. Gervais in your case." Brady joked, reflecting on the numerous times he accidentally called her Missus in his younger years.

Maria bit her lip and frowned. "Actually, I'm divorced now, have been for about 2 years at this point. The information that your professor has is not exactly accurate anymore. I just recently went back to my maiden name of Morales."

"Oh, I do apologize." He was embarrassed with himself as he squirmed in his seat.

Maria, however, didn't appear to be offended in the slightest. "Don't be, you have nothing to be sorry for. It was for the best." She quickly changed the topic. "How about you? You've changed a lot since I last saw you."

"Well, after you left, I stayed in Green Bay until I graduated from high school. Afterwards, I enrolled at Northwestern and here I am now. I can't really say my life has been too exciting. Still a Green Bay Packers fan, just in case you were wondering." Brady smirked at her.

Maria laughed as she turned the chair to face him. "Oh, I haven't forgotten. No need to remind me how us Bears fans are still dwelling on the glory days of Ditka and The Fridge!"

The two shared a hearty laugh before Maria gave him a rundown as far as the students he'd be working with. Being able to mentor one of her former students for this internship was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity as far as she was concerned and wanted to be there for Brady for the duration of his internship.

Later, Brady was introduced to a couple of the students that Maria was working with and he intently looked on and took notes. Much like his earlier days, she implemented the same techniques she had used on him so many years ago. Techniques that Brady himself would put into practice in the coming months under her watchful eye.

Even though he had not begun his rounds as a therapist, Maria had noticed that he was already beginning to establish a rapport with the students. Something told her that Brady would be an absolute delight for the kids to work with.

******

A couple of hours later, Brady walked out into the parking lot and hopped into his car. When he got back to his dorm, he called up his parents and informed them of the events that transpired that day. They were, of course, elated to hear that their son was not only able to reconnect with the speech therapist who had helped him out as a kid, but she was now acting as his mentor while he pursued a career in that field. It was a real full circle moment for everyone.

After he finished talking with his parents, he hit the gym for a couple of hours before returning to his dorm, showing up, and making a meal in the kitchen space. Since he had lucked out on the student housing lottery, it was a single person dorm, which meant more freedom to do what he wanted without the threat of prying eyes.

After he ate his dinner on the couch, he propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him as he watched the Red Wings take on the Blackhawks on TV. As it went to a commercial, Brady decided to look up Maria on Facebook and was able to locate her easily.

He sent a friend request to her, and she almost immediately accepted it, much to his delight. As he browsed through her photos, there were several that caught his eye. One photo was a picture of her and a friend of hers at a club that was a couple of months old.

Maria was dressed in a body-hugging dark blue spaghetti strap cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that showed off a fair amount of her cleavage and stopped a few inches above her knees. In her manicured hand with red nails was a glass of champagne.

It was a side of Maria that he had never seen before and one that caused a stirring in his loins. Another photo he saw was taken of her on the beach in a modest off-the-shoulder black bikini that still showed off a good amount of her midriff.

He felt his breathing quicken as he subconsciously reached for his now-erect cock. Before he knew it, his shorts were on the ground, and he was stroking his manhood at the photo of the bikini-clad woman on his phone screen. No, it wasn't the skimpiest piece of swimwear, but it did a good job of accenting the curves of her body and her tanned skin.

"Miss Morales..." He closed his eyes. Brady was on autopilot, his mouth dry as he couldn't help but start to fantasize. He imagined himself pressed against her curry body as they embraced in a passionate kiss. Brady was never one to masturbate to people that he knew personally but something about Maria was different. He always knew her as a therapist and nothing else, but now he was seeing her as a woman.

He swiped back to the photo of her in the blue dress as his imagination began to go wild. Brady couldn't get over how sexy she looked in that outfit and could only wonder how many guys she had drawn the attention of that night.

Before he knew it, his cock erupted as rope after rope of jizz shot forth from his glans and landed on the table in front of him. Brady couldn't recall a time where he had cum that hard, even when he was looking at porn on his laptop or phone.

As he lay there on the couch, spent and out of breath, he was hit with a bad case of "post-nut clarity."

"That is your former therapist and your mentor, you pervert. You shouldn't be doing things like this. It is extremely unprofessional and uncalled for."

The voice in his head called out to him as a wave of guilt washed over him.

Sitting upright on the couch, he grabbed the paper towel that he brought out for his dinner and wiped down the surface. After he did so, he looked down at the floor, wrought with shame over his actions.

This was the woman who helped him learn how to manage his lisp and now he effectively turned her into jack-off fodder in his mind.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Miss Morales. It won't happen again..." He murmured to himself.

******

"I'm home!" Maria kicked off her winter boots and hung up the black winter coat she had worn on the drive back from school.

A female's voice called out from the kitchen. "Ah, so you made it through your first day of mentoring, I see." It was Maria's roommate, Delilah, who was an English Teacher at the local middle school, who was putting together a lesson plan on her laptop.

Maria walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of white wine. "Yeah, but you'll never guess who it is."

Delilah looked up from the screen. Her almond-shaped brown eyes looking at Maria behind her black horn-rimmed glasses and her black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Your ex-boyfriend from your freshman year in college?" She gave Maria a sly grin.

Maria let out a soft giggle. "No, and thank god for that. His name is Brady. He's actually a student that I worked with at an elementary school back when I was an undergrad at UW-Green Bay."

"Wasn't that 11 years ago? Girl, you're old as fuck now!" Deliliah laughed as she drank from her water tumbler.

Maria pouted her lips at her roommate. "Don't remind me. Before you know it, I'll be getting phone calls asking me if I want to save money on Medicare while I sit in my recliner gumming some Jello."

Just then, a chiming notification came from Maria's phone. She picked it up and smiled gently: It was a friend request on Facebook from Brady, which she gladly accepted.

"Woah, someone looks happy." Delilah remarked as she watched her roommate look at her phone and sip her glass of wine.

"Oh, it's just a friend request from Brady. I just accepted it." Maria turned the phone to Delilah as she adjusted her glasses to take a glimpse.

Delilah let out an audible exhale as a smile came across her face. "So, wait, this is the guy you're mentoring? And you're sure it's the same kid that you worked with when you were in college?"

"Of course it is. Why would you ask that?" Maria asked with a raised eyebrow.