Miss Pauline was the Hawley children's new governess. She had been hired to tutor young David and Hannah, but when the children's parents were gone over the weekend, it was the teenage girl Simone who asked if she could sleep in Pauline's bed. Simone still got nervous when her father left the house.
Miss Pauline had been quietly observing Simone in the months she had stayed with the Hawleys. She could see that Simone was ripe to bursting point. Her breasts were small but full and her little hips were round and inviting. When they walked through town, she saw how the men followed Simone with their eyes. They would have her soon enough, Miss Pauline thought, but until then Simone would benefit from a woman's education.
Miss Pauline was a dark-haired, voluptuous beauty in her early forties. She had been raised by her aunt and was introduced to sex by her older female cousin when she was thirteen. She had been thoroughly used by this demanding girl through her teens and she had loved every moment. The intense sexual crush she had developed for her older cousin had never spoiled her for men, for she loved nothing more than being taken forcefully by a strong, virile male. But she knew the teenage years were when a young girl can develop the attitudes and preferences that will define her for life and she was determined to instruct Simone correctly in the art of love.
That night as Simone entered her bed, Miss Pauline settled back on the crisp linen sheets in her white nightdress and asked Simone what she thought of the male species.
"Have you ever kissed a boy?" she asked.
"Oh no Miss Pauline," Simone answered shyly.
"Do you know what males want from us?" Miss Pauline asked.
"What do you mean?" asked Simone carefully.
"Don't be coy dear. I know you are not naïve. I promise I won't tell your mother anything we share. You must promise the same and then we will be friends. Promise?"
"Yes!" Simone said eagerly. Miss Pauline's beauty, her emotional openness and her worldly air had made a deep impression on Simone. Miss Pauline's generous and unruffled personality was so different from her mother's stilted, closed demeanor.
"Good!" said Miss Pauline. "Now I am going to tell you what your mother has never told you about men. First, you know they want our bodies more than anything and everything they say and do for us they say and do to get our bodies."
"What do they want to do with us?' Simone asked excitedly.
Pauline ran her hands lightly over the girl's plump young breasts.
"They want these," she said.
"Miss Pauline!" Simone almost froze in surprise at this intimate caress. Then she softened and relaxed. She found she liked Miss Pauline's touch and was even flattered by it.
"What else do they want from us."
Miss Pauline slid her hand under the sheets, over the outside of Simone's cotton nightdress, down her tight little belly until her fingertips lightly brushed her girlish mound.
"This is what they want the most," she said.
"Why?" said Simone, suddenly breathless and hoarse. Miss Pauline's fingers were patting and petting her through her nightdress. Simone didn't want her to stop. She hoped that if Miss Pauline went on talking she would also go on touching her there.
"Pull up your nightdress a little and I will show you why," Miss Pauline said.
Simone slid her nightdress up her thighs until her mound, lightly sprinkled with pale soft hair, was exposed. She waited impatiently for Miss Pauline to touch her nakedness.
After a few agonizing minutes, Miss Pauline ran her fingertips lightly over Simone's puffy lips.
"You see how hot and soft this is? And then between your lips, how does it feel?"
"I don't know!" Simone said.
"It feels wet," Miss Pauline whispered. "We are wet and soft and slippery. A man is hard and dry. He needs our juicy ripeness to relieve his hard dryness. My wet slit soothes a man's hard, burning thing. Men can't help themselves. When they touch our bodies and see our naked breasts their big things get very hard and dry. Then they want to bathe in our wetness."
"And then what do they do Miss Pauline?" Simone didn't want Miss Pauline to stop talking and caressing her.
"They ride us hard until they shoot their juice in us and that's what they want. You have seen a stallion ride a mare, it's the same thing. But letting them cum in us can give us a baby, so we have to be careful. When a man wants to bathe in my slit, I let him do it for a while because it feels good. But I watch his face as he rides me and I can tell when he is about to flood me with his sperm. Then I make him pull out and he shoots it on my breasts or my behind or anywhere outside and not inside me except in my mouth or my bottom. This is the way we can have pleasure from a man without becoming pregnant."
As she murmured hypnotically in Simone's ear, Miss Pauline kept lightly petting her. She could feel Simone's lips swelling and opening to her touch. She ran her fingertips lightly over Simone's clit and the girl sighed with pleasure.
"Am I wet and slippery Miss Pauline?" Simone dreamily inquired.
