Ben Sanders got home from school, made himself dinner, then he sat down to watch the news on TV. His doorbell rang shortly after the news program ended. He got up, opened the door, and found Sarah Davis, a slim, attractive young woman with shoulder-length, frizzy blonde hair, standing at his door. She was one of several female Jamestown High School students he had been devoting special attention to.
"Hi, Mr. Sanders, can I come in?" Sarah asked softly.
"Ah, sure, Sarah," Ben said. He stepped back and the young woman walked by him, into his apartment.
Sarah was wearing a pale yellow halter-top and bleached jeans. The top ended just below her breasts, exposing a wide strip of delectable skin. The jeans looked as if they'd been painted on her fine young body.
Ben had been setting the stage for this meeting ever since he began the counseling sessions he'd been having with Sarah. He'd carefully been working on getting her interested in stopping by his apartment to talk, knowing that if she did, he'd have her exactly where he wanted her.
"Um, how come you asked me to come over here instead...instead of, you know, seeing me in school?" Sarah murmured. She looked at her feet.
"Don't you remember what I told you the last session we had?" Ben asked.
Sarah nodded. "You...you said it might be easier for us to talk about some of the stuff I need to talk about if...if we weren't in school," she whispered. "Do...do you really think that's true?"
Ben smiled. "Sarah, you seem very nervous. Are you afraid of being here alone with me?" he asked.
"Ah, I...I guess not," Sarah whispered, staring at the floor. "You sure I'm, ah, not...you know...bothering you?"
"No, you're not bothering me at all, Sarah," Ben responded. "I think we can make a lot of progress on the things that are bothering you tonight."
Sarah looked up at him, surprise showing on her face. "You really mean that?" she asked.
Ben nodded and smiled. "Of course," he said.
Sarah looked at her feet again, then she looked up at him. "Mr. Sanders, do...do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Sarah, I think you're beautiful," Ben replied. He was a bit surprised that she was being so direct. "I'm surprised you even need to ask."
"You're not just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear, are you?" she asked. "I mean, lots of guys at school don't seem to think so."
"Sarah, I'm saying it because I believe it," Ben said. "I do think you're lovely. It's just that your question caught me off guard." He was pleased. He wasn't sure how he was going to guide tonight's conversation to this sort of topic, now Sarah had done it for him.
"If I'm pretty, how come the only guys who want to take me out are jocks?" she asked. "And even then none of them goes out with me more than once? I...I don't understand..." Tears began rolling down her cheeks.
Ben knew a bit about Sarah. Her choice in boys was terrible. One of the athletes she went to bed with spread the word that she was an easy lay. The result was that all his buddies took her out, expecting to sleep with her, too. Unfortunately, Sarah had slept with quite a few of them. Once word of what she'd been doing got around, she was pretty much ostracized by the kids she had once been friends with.
"Come here, Sarah," Ben said, holding out his arms. "It looks to me like you need a hug." The young woman moved into his embrace and pressed her face against his chest. He could feel her warmth through his clothes.
After she'd been in his arms for a while, Sarah tilted her head back and looked up at the guidance counselor. When she did, he kissed her. The kiss was tentative at first, but grew more urgent as fires of passion flared in both of them. Ben licked Sarah's lips and her tongue emerged and duelled with his. The girl's arms tightened around him.
"God!" Sarah whispered after the kiss ended. She kept staring at Ben, dreamy-eyed. "I never felt like this before, just from kissing somebody!"
"Sarah, do...do you want to leave?" Ben gasped, struggling to get his breath. "I'm afraid that...if...if you stay...I...I'll kiss you again and if...if I do, I'm not sure what will happen."
"I...I don't want to leave," Sarah whispered, gazing at him.
"When do you have to be home?" Ben asked.
Sarah shrugged. "I...I told my folks I was going over to Marcie's to study and probably wouldn't be home until late," she replied.
"Come with me, Sarah," Ben said. He put his arm around her and led her into his bedroom, once more surprised how few recriminations he felt about what he was going to do.
In the bedroom, Sarah stood in front of Ben, looking bewildered. He didn't give her time to think. He ran his hands lightly up her bare belly, under the cutoff top. She murmured softly and sucked in her belly a little. Then he cupped his hands around her breasts, squeezed them gently through her bra, and rubbed his thumbs over the tips. The lovely young woman continued to murmur softly.
"Are you scared about what I'm doing, Sarah?" he asked.
The young woman, who looked very vulnerable and shy, licked her lips and nodded. "A little, I guess," the girl replied softly. "I...I never...ah...you know, did this with a...a grown-up before."
"Don't be scared, Sarah," Ben reassured her, "Believe me, there's nothing to be afraid of." He continued caressing her smooth, warm skin.
