When I graduated college I wasn't naïve or a virgin, but I was definitely inexperienced. I had only two sexual experiences. My first was with a boy I was seeing in my junior year, and the second was a one-night stand during graduation week.
Like I said I wasn't naïve, I had plenty of girlfriends with plenty of drama. The problem was that I was shy and conservative, and I attended few parties in college.
My parents were very strict. School and good grades were their biggest priority. Boys and dating were an unnecessary distraction.
All of my hard work paid off after graduation. I was able to get a teaching job at a nearby middle school in September. When most of my friends were still applying for jobs, or signing on for substitute positions, I was setting up my classroom and writing lesson plans.
I met many new friends at my new school, but there were two male teachers who are the primary characters in this story. First was Frank. I met him first and we became immediate friends.
He had a doctorate and was the head of the English department. He was also a published writer. I soon grew to respect and admire him. Even though he was nearly twenty years my senior, we soon started dating. I adored him.
He was nearly forty and not a striking figure, but his quiet demeanor and class won me over. He was actually a very good dresser. Remember, I was only twenty-two and easily impressed by an educated man.
Frank and I became intimate very early in our relationship, maybe too early. I had too much to drink on our second date and we ended up in bed. He had an incredible influence over me, even from the start of our relationship.
I have to admit that he was the one who brought me out of my shell and introduced me to a whole new world. I was always conservative and shy in my actions and dress. Frank helped me to break out.
It started with people. As soon as we started dating he brought me around to all of his friends. We started to frequent quite a few nightspots and restaurants. Although most of his friends were academic people, they were all very nice and quite the partiers.
I soon became conscious of my dress. All of the other women were wearing tight jeans and heels while I wore my usual conservative outfits. They dressed like the pretty girls that I admired, but never had the nerve to emulate.
"Frank, do you like the way I dress?" I asked him one Saturday night while we stood at the bar of a restaurant where we had just had dinner.
He knew that he was treading on shaky ground. "You are a beautiful woman."
"That's not what I asked you. Do you like the way I dress?"
"I don't dislike it," he avoided the issue.
"But you don't particularly like it?"
"Well, you are so beautiful, and you have such a wonderful figure, maybe you should show it off a little more." He cringed expecting me to be hurt or mad. But I knew he was right, and I wanted to dress like some of the other woman, but I didn't know how.
"I know, but I'm at a loss when it comes to fashion. I haven't got a clue."
"I could help."
"You?"
"Well I'm not a girl, but I see what the young girls in school are wearing, and I know what I like. We could go shopping together tomorrow?"
"Really? You would do that for me?"
"Actually I would love to see you in some sexy clothes."
"I don't have much money."
"If you wear what I pick out, I'll buy it. If you really think about it, it would be a present for me."
"Okay." I shouldn't have been accepting gifts from him so early in our relationship, but what young girl would turn down free clothes. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well you could really use a good pair of jeans."
"I could, could I?" I said amused.
"Yes. You've got a great ass. You need a tight pair of jeans to show it off."
"You really think I have a nice butt?" I blushed. No one had ever commented on my ass.
"It's incredible!" Frank was getting excited. "In fact, you would really look great in a pair of thong panties."
"I don't know Frank." I had never worn thongs, though most of my friends swore by them. They looked like they would be some kind of torture device up my ass. Then again most of women's fashion is torture. Just look at high heels.
"Oh yeah. In fact you shouldn't wear anything but thongs. Those grandma panties have got to go!" Frank was getting very excited. I could feel his erection pressing up against me.
"You are getting so hard," I whispered into his ear.
"I know. I'm getting so hot just thinking of you in a thong and a push up bra," he whispered back.
"How hot?"
"I want to fuck you right now." This was unusually explicit talk from Frank, but I had to admit, it was turning me on. I could feel my panties getting wet.
"Here?"
"I wish we could. I want you to do me a favor. Go in the ladies room and take off your panties."
"Frank!" I said with some surprise. I didn't know he could be this naughty.
"Take them off and give them to me."
Normally I would deny such a request, being that I was a little shy about these things, but I had a couple of drinks and I was enjoying his naughty behavior. I went to the ladies room and in one of the stalls I striped off my panties from underneath my skirt.
I felt very sexy walking back to the bar without any panties on under my skirt. When I got back to Frank he held out his hand. "Where are they?"
"Frank!"
"Give them to me." I reached into my purse where I had stashed them, and placed them in his hand. He made no attempt to hide them, but brought them to his nose and smelt them.
I could swear that every man in the place was watching Frank smell my panties.
"They're wet."
"You're getting me a little crazy with all of this sex talk"
"You want me, don't you?"
"Yes!" I blushed again. He didn't say anything. He just took my hand and escorted me to the back of the bar.
We found a little nook with a small table and bar stools. I sat at one of the stools and Frank moved in between my legs. I had to hike up my skirt a little for him.
Frank kissed me hard and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I never expected this type of spontaneous behavior from him. I really liked him, and he was turning me on.
