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No character in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

I will leave it to the reader to decide what is true and what is fiction. I have been around long enough to know that each person decides what is true or not based on their own experiences, and NOT based on what is actually true.

Chapter 26 -- Beatrice

"Hi Pete," Shirley's friend said. "I'm Beatrice. Do you think you could find time to help me with math? Shirley said you are really good at math and science, and I have a hard time understanding them."

"What math class are you taking?" I asked.

"I'm in college algebra," Beatrice answered. "Since I understand that you are taking calculus, I assume that you already know algebra."

"OK," I said. "I tutor Shirley on Thursdays. Is there a day that will work for you?"

"I'm OK with any day," Beatrice replied. "Whatever day will be good for you is fine with me. When Shirley told me about you, I didn't really think you would say yes, so I would be agreeable to almost anything."

"What are you doing on Sunday?" I asked. "It would give us plenty of time to figure out how much you already know and start working on your weak points."

"Sunday is fine," she said. "My mom works on Sundays, so we will have the house to ourselves." Beatrice then wrote her address and phone number down on a piece of paper and had me write my contact info down in her notebook. Remember, this was long before cell phones were introduced, so we are talking about home phone numbers. I said I would be there at about noon on Sunday, and Beatrice said she would have lunch ready for me. That made me smile.

On Thursday, Shirley gave me an extra special "thank you" for helping her friend Beatrice, so even if things didn't work out with Beatrice, I figured I had come out ahead. On Sunday, I pulled up to the address Beatrice had given me and walked up to the front door. I had barely arrived at the front door when it opened, and there was Beatrice standing in a mini skirt and tee. This was 1972, the year that micro minis came out, and I had never before seen such a short skirt on a girl. Talk about sexy. My cock responded immediately.

"Hi Pete," she said. "Lunch is on the table." We went into the kitchen where sandwiches, chips and lemonade were waiting for us. We talked during lunch, and by the end of the meal, I knew a lot about Beatrice. Like Shirley, she lived alone with her mother; she was fairly shy; she stumbled over the most basic of math concepts; and she was gorgeous. Beatrice was about 5'2" tall, maybe 110 lbs., long silky black hair (which I had grown fond of in the Philippines), stunning dark blue eyes, a small nose (perfect), and pale blemish-free skin. She said she was a "black Irish," whatever that was.

One last thing I learned was that her mother had never let her have a boyfriend in high school. I asked if her mother would be OK with me being alone in the house with her. She replied that her mom was happy that she was getting help with her math class, so it was OK.

After lunch, I asked where her math book was, and we walked into her bedroom, where her algebra book was laying on the bed. I sat down on her bed and started thumbing through the book, asking her questions as I went. It soon became apparent that Beatrice knew nothing about anything in the book. That made it easy for me. I just had to start at the beginning. Luckily, she hadn't waited too long to ask for help, so she hadn't failed any tests in the class yet. It was soon quite clear that she would have failed (as going down in flames) without help.

We started at the beginning of the book and worked through concept after concept. After a couple of hours, she started to at least understand the material, and she commented that I was an excellent teacher. That made me smile. She asked if I was going into teaching, but I laughed. "There isn't any money in teaching. I'm going into engineering where I can put these concepts into practice."

"That makes sense," she replied. "Speaking of money, I don't have any money to pay you for your time."

"No problem," I said. "I never asked for any money."

Beatrice leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you. I was worried about how to pay you."

I smiled. "Your kisses will be payment enough," I replied.

Beatrice smiled back and leaned forward for another kiss. This time, I took advantage of her momentum, and pulled her into me even further. She ended up laying on top of me, and our kisses slowly started to become more and more intimate and passionate. She was obviously enjoying this, even though she was just as obviously as inexperienced in kissing as she was in algebra.

She was having a hard time keeping her balance above me, and Beatrice ended up straddling my hips as we kissed. That was very good because her mini skirt, which barely covered her bottom to start with, was then wadded up around her waist. As we kissed, my hands were exploring her body, and she was soon moaning into my kisses as the sensations started to overwhelm her.

Beatrice was wearing a T-top, and I slid it up her torso until it was riding up under her arms. When she realized what was happening, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and off of her head, leaving her clad in just her lacy bra and her mini-skirt. We continued to kiss, and she was really enjoying the sensations. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra, causing it to fall down between us. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "I've never done this before."

"Don't worry," I said. "You are on top, so you can control how far we go. We can stop anytime you say."

"OK," she replied, and then kissed me again, her bra falling down her arms and then being pulled from between their bodies. My hands quickly found her soft warm treasures, and I started massaging them. Beatrice raised up, and looking down said, "You are overdressed." I raised up just enough to slide my T-shirt off, and then unsnapped and unzipped my pants, sliding them down my legs (all while continuing to kiss her).

Beatrice broke the kiss to look down. I still had my boxers on, but nothing else. She smiled and said, "I didn't realize that we were going to strip down so far."

I replied, "You are still in control, and as long as underwear remains in place, there isn't much chance that too much will happen." She smiled again and kissed me. This time, though, I kissed down her neck to her breasts.

Beatrice gasped when I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. "Oh my God, that feels wonderful. Please don't stop."

I repeatedly suckled both breasts, trading back and forth, giving each nipple equal time, and spreading the love to include the tender flesh surrounding her nipples and areolas. Beatrice was unconsciously grinding her panty-clad pussy over my cock, which by this time was sticking almost fully out of the top of my boxers because of her movements on me. My boxers had actually slid down my hips and onto my thighs, which she didn't notice. However, the grinding felt great to both of us, and her pussy was soaking her panties, causing them to wad up in her cleft. This, of course, caused my cock to contact her vulva directly, and pretty soon her panties had been pushed completely to the side as my cock slid through her wet vulva and repeatedly pressed against her clitoris.

At some point, the tip of my cock contacted her vaginal entrance, and after repeated strokes with her pushing down on me, it started to make its way into the depths of her vagina. Neither of us really intended it, but with all of the pelvic thrusting on her part, it was only a matter of time before my cock pressed against, and then pierced, her hymen. Beatrice's eyes shot open when she felt a flash of pain inside her vagina, but then she just closed them again and continued her pussy's descent onto my shaft.

When my cock was fully seated in her vagina, she looked down at me. "I didn't know that was going to happen, but I'm glad it was you who did it with me. I thought it would hurt more. Thank you."

I looked up and mumbled, "It is me who should be thanking you. What a precious gift you have given me." Beatrice started sliding back and forth, testing how being stuffed with a man's cock would feel. I pulled her up to face me and asked, "Are you on any kind of birth control?"

She answered, "No." However, after some questions, I soon discovered that she was close to getting her period, so it was unlikely she would get pregnant. She was happy that I knew about those things because she wasn't really sure when she was fertile, and when she wasn't, and Beatrice didn't want a baby. I also told her to go to the clinic the next day to get on the pill. That way, we wouldn't need to worry about her getting pregnant in the future.

I rolled her over to her back saying, "I might as well be in control now, since your hymen is already gone." Beatrice agreed. I started a rhythm, sliding my cock fully in and out of her vagina, further and stronger with each stroke. Eventually, I was pounding her at a pretty good pace, and she was moaning and squealing under me. I found that her panties were rubbing against the side of my cock with each thrust, so I quickly disengaged and pulled off her skirt and panties and my boxers before reinserting my cock back into her pussy. I think that she barely noticed the interruption.

I continued at a good pace until I felt the seed start rising in my balls. Then, I used my thumb to rub her clitoris until she was starting to climax right along with me. As her vaginal walls started milking me, I started pumping spurt after spurt of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. Who knows how long it lasted? Time stood still for both of us as we were swallowed up in waves of pleasure and into paradise.

I finally collapsed, rolling slightly to the side. Beatrice rolled with me, keeping my cock buried deep in her pussy. I could still feel small pulses of semen being pumped out of my cock and into her vagina. We kissed some more, but then exhaustion soon caught up with both of us, and we fell asleep.

We may have been asleep for a couple of hours when we both woke up. Beatrice's mom wasn't yet home, but she would be soon, so we got dressed and I got ready to leave. We arranged to meet again the next Sunday, and I left. This would become a regular routine for me, Thursdays for Shirley and Sundays for Beatrice.

I found this to be quite beneficial, not just for the girls, but also for me. By teaching these concepts, I not only got sexual benefits, but also kept the concepts fresh in my own mind. Time is the enemy of memory, so by keeping these things fresh, I stayed current as well. This would help me later on when I continued my education at Brigham Young University and then even later when I became an engineer.

The next Sunday, Beatrice and I changed the time slot to start at 10 AM, so we would have more time before her mother arrived home. We still only studied for two to three hours, but it gave us more time to play afterwards. Unfortunately, she was on her period, so she gave me a BJ in lieu of sex. It wasn't all that good, but she tried. I gave her several orgasms in return, which she absolutely loved.

When she realized that I was hard again, she offered to get me off again. I asked how she wanted to do that. She replied that she had heard of anal, and would be willing to try. Since her pussy wasn't available, I asked her to find some lube. She got some Vaseline, and I had her apply it liberally to both my cock and inside of her rectum. She tried to follow my instructions, but after applying it to my cock, she asked me to apply it to her butt. I complied.

I lubed up my finger and slowly pressed it into her bottom. At first, it didn't look like her anus would accept even one finger, but then it slipped in. I went back to the jar for more lube, and pushed the lube deep into her rectum. After working the lube around inside her butt with my finger for a while, I added a second finger, which caused her to strain against the intrusion, but she was still willing to continue.

After several minutes working two fingers in and out of her bottom, and loading her rectum even more with Vaseline, I lined my cock up with the little starfish of Beatrice's anus, and then slowly pushed it in. She gasped when my big cockhead penetrated her sphincter, but then my cock smoothly penetrated deep into her without further pain. I rested for a few seconds, and then my cock started thrusting and withdrawing from her butt. I reached around to fondle her clit as I pumped my cock in and out of her backdoor. She liked that a lot, and soon she was pushing back against my cock with increasing passion.

When Beatrice started climaxing, I couldn't hold out any longer. My balls pumped spurt after spurt of my seed into her rear as she climaxed beneath me. "Nice," was all she had to say when we both collapsed on her bed. We were soon asleep, but the first week had taught us a lesson, and the alarm gave them plenty of time to clean up before Beatrice's mom came home. I never did meet her mother.

Beatrice joined Shirley and me for lunch every day at school, and we soon became a fixture in the cafeteria. I was surprised when it became obvious that both girls knew about the arrangements I had with the other, but then I should have realized that girlfriends tell each other everything. It did make for some awkward moments when one of them said something blatantly sexual in front of the other, and I asked them not to talk about these things in front of me in public. They both chuckled, but then complied.

Of course, I didn't allow my social life to end there, and I was constantly on the lookout for cute girls around the community college campus and in the surrounding towns, but Shirley and Beatrice were almost always in need of tutoring while I attended UC Rockville, which was one year. I often wondered what happened to them after I moved on to university.

Chapter 27 -- Trish

I met Trish when I was standing in the line at the local theatre, waiting to see 'The Godfather'. She was by herself, which seemed amazing to me, since she was an extremely cute girl. In 1972, it was unusual for girls to go to a movie by themselves.

I decided to talk with her. "Hi. I'm Pete. Would you like some company?" I asked.

She glanced at me and asked, "Do I know you?"

"Not yet," I replied, "But I would like to change that. Movies are always a lot more fun when you are with other people."

"That's true," she said. "I guess I could use some company. My name is Trish."

"Good to meet you Trish," I replied. As we stood in line for our tickets, we got to know each other better. It turned out that Trish was a senior at a local high school, but she had decided to take the day off to see 'The Godfather'. So, she was basically playing hooky. She had actually planned to skip school with her girlfriend, but then her friend got caught trying to leave the high school and now Trish was on her own.

I asked Trish where she lived, and who she lived with. It turned out that Trish was also an Air Force Brat, so we immediately had that in common. Her dad was stationed at the nearby Travis AFB, and he was a C-141 loadmaster, and so was gone much of the time flying. Her mom worked as a nurse in Fairfield, where they lived, so she was seldom home either. Trish had no siblings.

When we got to the ticket window, I quickly paid for both of our tickets before she could object. Trish offered to buy drinks, so I agreed, but then I also bought us both some popcorn for the movie. Obviously, she hadn't expected me to pay for the movie, and she blushed a little that I had. It must not have been a bad thing, though, because she was constantly looking at me afterwards, with that look that girls use when they are considering a guy.

She grabbed the drinks and I grabbed the popcorns, and we headed into the theatre. Once we were seated and settled in, we continued to talk, and we were both becoming a lot more relaxed. In fact, we got relaxed enough that, when the movie started, she leaned into me and let me put my arm around her. I was tentative at first, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all, and soon, as my hand rested against the top of her breast. She just snuggled in even closer and put her hand over my hand, pulling my hand down onto her breast.

The movie was great for a first date, with enough romance and sex mixed in with enough violence that it kept her moving even closer to me. We were both starting to get warmed up. Eventually, my fingers were softly massaging her breast through her sweater, and she moved her hand to rest on my inner thigh. It didn't take her long to realize that I was physically attracted to her. She never overtly rubbed my cock, but she did rub against it with her fingers, probably trying to guess the size.

'The Godfather' was a great movie, and both of us enjoyed it tremendously. When the movie was over, and we were leaving, I said, "I really enjoyed your company. Is there any way we could spend more time together?"

Trish smiled and replied, "Sure, that sounds like fun. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Nothing in particular," I said, "But I would love to get to know you better."

"OK," she replied. "Why don't we just go to my house? We can talk there, and nobody will bother us."

Trish had walked to the theatre, and she was happy that I had a car. I opened the passenger door and seated her before going around to get in. She thanked me and then directed me to her house. Once inside, she took me to her bedroom, where we sat on her bed. Her bedroom was what I would expect from a high school girl. The walls were pink and covered with posters, and her pillows were teddy bears. I chuckled.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing," I replied. "It is a cute room to match a very cute girl."

She blushed and asked, "Do you really think I'm cute?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "Don't you know you are beautiful?"

"Not really," she replied. "Nobody has ever said that to me before."

"Not even your dad?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "That doesn't count and you know it."

"Maybe," I replied. "But I think you are extremely beautiful."

Trish smiled again, so I leaned in and kissed her. She melted in my arms, and she was soon lying on her back as we kissed. Our tongues were now slowly dancing, and Trish was loving it. When we finally broke the kiss, she looked up at me and sighed, "Thank you. That was my first kiss, and it was wonderful."

"Well," I said. "Let me make your second kiss even better."

Trish closed her eyes and leaned back in for another kiss. This time, as my tongue danced with hers, my hand slipped up under her sweater to softly caress her soft breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. At first, she jumped a little when my fingers contacted her nipple, but then she relaxed and pressed her breast against my hand. She breathed into our kiss, "Wow."

I let my hands continue to fully explore her breasts, and soon her sweater was pushed up to allow greater access. She made no attempt to stop me, but rather was unbuttoning my shirt. When she undid the last button on my shirt, we simultaneously removed each other's top, and her nipples were suddenly pressed into my chest.

In removing her sweater, I broke the kiss, and started kissing her earlobes and neck, working my way down to her breasts. At first, I avoided her nipples, planting butterfly kisses all over the tender flesh of her breasts, but I finally succumbed to her hard pebbles and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Trish almost passed out with pleasure. She clutched my head in her arms and pulled me toward each of her nipples, moving me back and forth between her nipples.

She must have thought she had died and gone to heaven as I suckled her nipples. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "This is better than anything I have ever felt." Since she liked it so much, I decided to continue suckling her until she tired of it (though I wasn't sure that would ever happen).