It was my freshman year of college, and I had finally lost my virginity. She was an opera singer that had performed in our auditorium. I had walked her to her car and things had moved quickly from there. After our coital exchange, we had laid together enjoying the after-glow that comes with the sweet release of sexual yearning and desire.
Before, we parted ways, I gave her my private email; I couldn't trust the school issued email. She said she would write as soon as she 'got the lay of the land'. It was only a few day later, after the weekend had passed. It read:
"Dear Kevin,
I really enjoyed our time together. I created this private email just for you! I want you so badly I'm constantly fingering myself when I have a private moment. My dildo has seen more action since I saw you, than ever before.
My problem is, and you might have guessed it, is that I'm married. I don't want this to ruin my private life. I'm sure you understand.
So, I want to suggest that I take you on as a student. I freelance as a singing/voice coach to budding singers. I haven't had a student in over a year, so this fits perfectly. My husband plays golf on Saturday mornings like clockwork. I can easily get my daughter out of the house by taking her to the mall.
The next step, and this is where it gets tricky, is I need to record you singing. A lot. You may not have a voice or skill for the usual students I have taught in the past. Let's plan on meeting Saturday after next.
Excitedly,
Samantha
I read and re-read the email several times. I would have to wait 2 weeks for our next 'meeting'. I didn't even think of the implications of the other stuff she wrote. Quickly writing back, I stated I completely understood and would wait for her next email "with anticipation". Also, I made it clear I would follow her instructions to the letter so she felt safe & secure.
The Thursday before the impending Saturday, she emailed me her home address with instructions, including what clothing to wear. Which I found odd, but decided to do exactly as she had instructed. I went out and bought some clothing she had specified. The slacks were not a problem, nor the button down white shirt. I went to the campus bookstore to buy a school logo embroidered sweater vest and bow tie. She had been very clear, we had to be 'open' as possible about who each of us was.
I took the campus bus to the nearest city bus line and took it to the nearest cross street to her home. From there, I walked 3/4's of a mile to her home. As I was walking up, I saw her talking to a neighbor, another middle aged suburban mom. They were talking about neighborhood gossip and I chose not to intrude, but rather waited till they were done with their conversation. They finished shortly after I walked up, and she turned to me, talking to the neighbor...
"This is Kevin, he's asked me to teach him how to sing," she explained.
"Oh, another one. Hi, my name is Maggie. I see you attend Faber University" she said, pointing to my school vest. "I hear the fraternities have some outlandish parties there".
"I wouldn't know" I calmly replied "I'm in the ROTC unit" I side stepped, thinking if she had a dim view of the fraternities, I should steer clear of any association. Every instruction Samantha had emailed me was becoming very clear.
"Oh, I've heard nothing but good things about their ROTC program. Good for you! Such an impressive young man!" she beamed. "I'll let you go Samantha, I know how valuable time is for you with these students of yours."
With that, we walked to her house, and through the front door. My anticipation started to ratchet up as soon as we started for the door. Once we were through the portal, and shut the door behind us, I reached forward and cupped that thick bottom of hers and squeezed. My virile member was already waking up for its duty call. Needless to say, I was shocked when she was all business, turned and said "that can wait".
"In fact, we may not get to that today" she moped. "I need to record several hours of you practicing before we can 'move on' to our "project" she smiled wickedly.