Tina had been right. It had been Sarah at the door. Tina led her friend down to the basement. Neither of them noticed the vibrating cell phone on the kitchen counter. Tina had Sarah sit in one of the beanbag chairs. Then she pulled up one of the others and sat closely next to the girl.
"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Sarah said quietly.
"If you're ready to have sex," said Tina firmly, "you're ready to learn how to do it right."
"I guess so," said Sarah.
"Sarah," said Tina, looking her friend straight in the eye, "I don't want to force you. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. I'm only trying to help."
"I know," said Sarah, "I'm just not sure what to expect."
"Do you trust me?" Tina asked.
"Well, of course I do," said Sarah.
"If you want to go and forget all about it you can," Tina said soothingly, "I won't think badly of you if you do."
"No," said Sarah in nearly a whisper, "I want to do this. I want to learn. Biff deserves it."
"More importantly," said Tina, "you deserve it."
Sarah smiled slowly and said, "You're right. Let's do it."
"Okay," said Tina, "Did you change into something sexy?"
"Yeah," said Sarah with a giggle, "Wanna see?"
"Sure," said Tina, "Stand up and show me. All I can see right now is Biff's letter jacket."
"I had to wear something over it," Sarah said defensively, "I couldn't go walking through the streets in broad daylight dressed like this. What would people think?"
"Fair enough," Tina said with a chuckle, "So, show me already."
The petite, blonde girl stood up and opened the jacket to reveal a variation on the classic little, black dress. Emphasize the word "little". It looked to be, at least, half a size too small for her. It fit her somewhat more tightly than a second skin. The hem was only an inch or so below her crotch and the V-neck plunged to just below her 36 D breasts, squeezing them into a delightfully enticing cleavage.
"What do you think?" Sarah asked tentatively, "Is it enough? Is it too much?"
"It's perfect," said Tina with a big grin, "absolutely perfect."
Sarah sat back down and said, "So, now what?"
"I think it's time," said Tina, a little more loudly than Sarah thought she needed to, "to meet your teacher."
Stanley knew a theatrical cue when he heard one. He emerged from the laundry room clad only in a fuzzy, blue, terrycloth robe.
"Are you out of your mind?" Sarah screeched as she leaped to her feet, "That's Stanley the Dweeb!"
"Sarah," Tina started to say.
Sarah cut her off still screaming, "Are you crazy?"
"That's what I said when she brought it up," Stanley said flatly.
Tina was about to shoot him a dirty look when he winked at her. They hadn't had a chance to discuss strategy because Sarah had shown up early. The wink told her that Stanley was up to something. She trusted him enough to run with it.
"You stay out of this, you creep!" Sarah screeched at Stanley.
She suddenly realized that the letter jacket was still open and Stanley could stare at her cleavage. She pulled the jacket tightly to her bust-line with one hand and, wildly gesturing toward Stanley with the other, she turned to Tina and continued her tirade.
"I wouldn't let that creep touch me, let alone...let alone..." she glared at Tina, "Are you crazy?"
Suddenly, Sarah stopped screaming as something dawned on her. She turned to face Stanley.
"What do you mean that you thought she was crazy?" she asked indignantly.
"I simply meant," Stanley said evenly, "That I thought that this was a stupid idea."
"You think being with me is stupid?" she screamed.
"That's not what I meant," said Stanley.
"You little creep," Sarah shouted angrily, "there isn't a boy our man at school who wouldn't kill to get his hands on this body!"
"That doesn't necessarily mean that this was a good idea," Stanley responded softly but firmly, "As Tina said, nobody is going to force you to do anything that you don't want to do. If you want to leave neither of us will stop you or think ill of you for doing so."
Sarah couldn't quite decide which was making her madder, the fact that Stanley the Dweeb seemed to be rejecting her or the fact that he was being so calm about it. Either way she wasn't going to take this challenge lightly.
"Give me one good reason that I should stay," Sarah demanded indignantly.
"All right," Stanley said evenly as he untied the belt and opened the robe.
His dick was still soft, but, even at that, it was a good six inches of flesh. Sarah was dumbfounded. She stood with her mouth open staring, wide-eyed, at Stanley's crotch.
She tried to take a step back from what she saw, but stumbled and fell backwards into the beanbag chair.
"That's your," she took a deep breath because she still had trouble saying such things out loud, "p-penis?"
"No!" Said Tina sternly, "Biff has a penis. That," she pointed to Stanley's man-meat, "is a cock!"
Sarah was speechless. Everything that she thought she knew had just been swept away. Her big, muscular, football-player boyfriend had a penis that was only slightly longer that he index finger. This skinny dweeb, that she had always hated, had a cock that was almost as thick as her wrist. Stanley's equipment was longer soft than her boyfriend's was hard. Her whole world had just been turned inside out.
Trying to recover her composure and control she said, "That can't be real."
Stanley raised one eyebrow and responded, "I've heard many people say the same thing about your breasts."
"What?" Sarah exclaimed.
She jumped to her feet again, threw off the letter jacket, and yanked the V-neck of her dress down below her braless tits.
Stanley felt a stirring in his loins. He fought it down. It wasn't time yet. But, it took every ounce of strength he had to succeed. Sarah's boobs were amazingly symmetrical, round globes of flesh. The bounced alluringly as she held them up for his inspection. He wanted to do nothing more in that moment than to throw her down on the couch, wrap those gorgeous tits around his prong, and hump away until her gave her a pearl necklace and a facial she would never forget. But, not yet. Not yet.
Tina was watching the pair with wonder. This was not what she had planned. Her idea was that, if Sarah started to object (which Tina had been sure she would) Tina had figured that she would start stroking and sucking Stanley's big cock until she got Sarah's motor running hot enough to forget her objections. After that she would have let Stanley take it from there. This was better! This was far and away better. This was better than she could possibly have imagined.
The more Tina thought about the more she realized that if it had gone her way Sarah might have gone along and perhaps even learned something in the bargain, but there was a good chance that she would have regretted it afterwards. Sarah would have claimed that she got caught up in the moment and might even have repressed whatever she learned out of guilt. Stanley, on the other hand, was pushing all of Sarah's buttons in such a way as to gently coax her into rethinking and reexamining things. He wasn't pushing her into anything. He was doing what any good teacher does. He was giving her a chance to decide for herself how and when to learn.
In his fight to suppress his oncoming erection Stanley glanced at Tina. When she caught his eye she mouthed the word, "Well done." It gave him the last bit of strength he needed to regain control of his body.
Stanley looked back at Sarah and her lovely round melons, which she was still holding up and out to make darned sure that he saw them in all their glory.
"Do these look fake to you?" she asked challengingly.
