To say that my parents were strict is probably an understatement but I suppose they had my best interests at heart. My school was a girl's only establishment which was run by Nuns although at least a quarter of the staff was male and some were quite attractive.
Because I was in my final year of school before going off to university, I wasn't allowed to see or go out with boys despite being 18 years old and my evenings and weekends were spent with the family or doing homework. My sister, Susan was 20 and hadn't gone down the university path so she was allowed to do as she pleased which sometimes made me jealous. "The family" consisted of grandparents and uncles and aunts who seemed to be constantly present in our home. My only contact with people of my own age was at school as my sister never told me anything about her life and what she got up to.
My growing up was not helped by my parents as my mother was always out with her friends and my father was always away on business so what little I learnt of life, boys and other matters was gained from the other girls at school. They talked constantly about boys and a few spoke of sex and made wild claims about what they got up to with boys although I knew that some of the claims were probably true. One of my friends, Jayne, had a regular boyfriend who was 19 and they had had sex. She told me about it one day explaining how good it felt to fuck with him and I got really excited and couldn't wait to get alone in the school toilets to pleasure myself which I often did to relieve my urges. I had seen pictures of naked men and a few of erect cocks and thought about sex a lot.
I decided to make it my duty to lose my virginity but, not with just anyone. My desire was to have my first time with someone experienced and I was prepared to wait. Little did I know just how soon my wish was to come true!
A few weeks after Jayne's sexual revelations my mother said that she had been told by the school that my maths results weren't good and that her good friend Mr Mills who taught at my school had agreed to give me extra tuition twice a week at our house while she was out with her friends. Mr Mills was the school hunk as he was only 25, taught physical education as well as maths and, as far as anyone knew, had no wife or girlfriend, I wondered if I could find some way to get him interested in me and I hatched a plan to attract his attention when he visited.
The plan had to be carefully implemented as I did not want to scare him off or look like a silly schoolgirl with a crush and blow my chances so, on the first evening he visited, I played it cool and wore my school uniform and behaved myself. I should explain that our uniform was very traditional as it consisted of a knee length pleated grey skirt, a long sleeved white blouse with a striped tie and white knee high socks.
When he arrived, my mother showed him into the lounge where I was already waiting and she explained that Mr Mills would be staying for 2 hours and that there were refreshments for both of us in the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and Mr Mills sat down beside me. He was wearing a shirt and tailored trousers and soft leather shoes. He opened his briefcase, took out his books and put them on the coffee table in front of us. My mother called goodbye from the hall and left the house saying she would be back late.
Mr Mills spoke first and told me to forget all the formality and to call him Tom. Fantastic I thought as it seemed he was not as unapproachable as he seemed at school. He carried on by explaining that he didn't normally do extra tuition but, as my mother was a good friend of his mother's, he was prepared to help me and the extra money would be useful.
I asked him what he did in his spare time and he told me that he liked sailing and cycling and going to the theatre. Cheekily, I asked him who he went to the theatre with and he told me that he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment and he either went on his own or with his best friend Frank. He asked me what I did in my spare time and I explained that I spent most of my time at home with the family.
Tom said that I didn't need to wear my uniform and I was welcome to wear whatever I felt comfortable in although, he added that he found the school uniform quite attractive as it reminded him of the girls he knew at his school. I thought he was hinting that I should keep wearing it and decided to humour him in future. The evening went well and he went over some maths problems that I had been having trouble with. From time to time I had pressed my knee up against his leg and I had even put my hand on his shoulder at one point which he didn't object to.
Tom left after a couple of hours and said he would be back later in the week. I couldn't wait and I was already hatching a proper plan.
The next time Tom called I stayed up in my bedroom until my mother had seen him into the lounge. She called out to me as she was leaving and once she had closed the front door I started to prepare. I had decided to wear my uniform again but this time I would make it more interesting. I ran into my sister's room and borrowed a really sheer, almost see-through pair of white panties from her drawer, put them on and then removed my bra. I had a good set of boobs, firm, round and with large nipples and I was going to make the most of them.
