This is the story of the second of my students. I told you how I began my teaching career in 'I Am A Teacher' after an older neighbor lady had taught my shy and introverted son the joys of sex and helped him become a man. I have followed her example with other young boys like my son. My husband Jim helps me select my students.
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After putting Scott, my first student, out of my nest when he acquired his first girl friend, I was beset with sniffles and tears as I told Jim. It had been as hard to turn Scott loose as it had been to lose my son Jimmy when he went away to college. Although Jim and I have remained friends with all of them, after my teaching lessons were over, I have never fucked one of my ex-students.
It had been time to let Scott go, however, because the purpose of my teaching was to develop his confidence and help him overcome his shyness. I believe I succeeded. Yeah. Ok. I'll admit it. I do like the fucking, too!
Jim had another student immediately in mind for me. He suggested 'little' Brian Smith.
Brian is little. He is not over five feet two inches in height and I doubt if he weighs a hundred twenty pounds. He is a strong little guy, however, and he does have a grip, as I was soon to discover. Brian had graduated from high school that summer but had no college plans. He worked in the family auto parts store and was a very good mechanic.
After meeting at the parts house, Brian had helped Jim do some repair work on our car. I had made him welcome to our home and he had visited on several occasions. Jim told me he had once embarrassed Brian by asking about a girlfriend. Seems Brian thought girls wanted someone a lot bigger than he was for a boy friend. Perfect for me!
A couple of mornings later Jim turned the car headlights on. Instructing me to call about five thirty, the store closed at six, and to tell Brian my car would not start. I was to ask him if he could stop by after work to try to figure out the problem. If Brian had a battery charger, it should take at least an hour to recharge the battery. I would have that much time to achieve my goal.
My goal? To begin to teach Brian how to pleasure a woman. Me. AND to convince him that if he could pleasure me, he would be able to pleasure any female he chose.
Brian asked me all sorts of questions when I called. Dumb me, I can barely spell car and could not answer most of them. He laughed at me and told me he would be right over.
I was dressed in my short terry robe when Brian arrived. The hem is about six inches below my pussy and there is six inches of overlap. Need I say I have to be very careful about how I move in it if I do not want someone to see what they normally do not get to see?
"I didn't expect you so quick, Brian. I was fixing to take a shower. Let me show you the car." I was a little moist in anticipation when I opened the door.
Taking his hand, I led Brian into the enclosed garage. Reaching toward the dash through the open car window he grinned at me. "You left the light switch on and ran the battery down. I'll charge it and it will be ok."
I stood and watched as he went to hook up the charger. He had problems getting it connected. I wonder if it was because the tie on my robe had loosened. As I shifted positions so I could see what he was doing I knew he could catch a glimpse of my shaved pussy. A tit was exposed at the top. I was not aware of this, yeah, right, as I watched his eyes dart from the bottom of my robe to the top. I could feel my moistness increasing.
When he finally got it all connected, aaying "Done!", he looked at me as I was looking down.
I loosened my robe, flashed him, then retied it, acting as if I had not known what I had done. His face was a bright red and his breath was rapid. "How long will it take?" I asked. I knew my lips glistened with my juices.
"Maybe an hour. I'll check in a few minutes." His voice was hoarse.
"Good." I took his hand again and led him back into the kitchen. Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, Mam."
"Go sit on the couch. I'll be right there." Looking down at his jeans, I knew where there was a thirty seven year old body that had his interest.
When I sat down beside Brian I sat on one leg, the other extended and my foot on the floor. My pussy was covered but my thigh was exposed to within a couple of inches of it. I failed to notice this, of course, as he gulped at least half of his glass of tea with a rattle of the ice. God, it's fun to tease. Did you hear that, Ann Wilkes? He glanced down, squirmed and finished the glass. "Want some more? You must have been thirsty!" I could smell me, but the odor was faint.
"No, Mam. I'm ok."
"I envy you..." I told him, "being so smart and knowing so much about cars. I feel so dumb, sometimes!"
"Oh, no, Ms. Johnson. Your smart. You can cook, and good. I can't." He giggled. "I have trouble cooking eggs!" We both laughed and a tit flashed as I leaned forward. He visibly swallowed and looked away. "I guess we're all smart in some ways, and dumb in others. I know I am!" I knew I was fixing to have a wet spot on the back of my robe.
"How are you dumb, Honey?" A tit crept out from behind its cover.
"Well, Momma and Pop want me to go to college. I don't. I like the parts house. I like monkeying with cars. I like helping people when they have a problem..." as he grinned at me his eyes widened then his head almost snapped away, "like yours." I think my nipple winked at him.
"What else do you like?"
"Oh, going to the Lake, water skiing, fishing, all sorts of things."
"Hum. I don't think I heard you mention girls. Do you like boys better than girls?"
"Gosh! Oh no, Ms. Johnson! No!" He had a stricken look. Almost, I wished I had not asked. "I guess that's where I'm the dumbest! I just don't know what to do. What to say. Most girls wouldn't want me for a boyfriend 'cause they're as big or bigger than me."
"That's 'cause they're young, Hon. They're still learning too. It won't be long 'til they look at you, see what a sweet guy you are, and climb all over you." I smiled as more red appeared in his face.
"I wish!"
"What do you normally talk about when your with a girl?"
"Oh, everything. Cars, what's going on. When I was in school, you know, school things." He was still looking away, not at me. Suddenly, "I need to go check the car!" He started to get up.
"Wait!" I grabbed his arm. Both tits were looking at him. "It's only been a few minutes, It can't be ready yet." As I leaned back one tit hid, but the other kept looking at Brian. He looked away again. I could see his throat working.
"Do girls like to talk about those things?" I was still smiling gently at him.
"I don't know. I guess not! They usually don't talk to me very long." A wistful note was in his voice.
"Honey, look at me." He swallowed, but turned his head. His eyes locked with mine. He would not look below them. The tit was waving at him as I breathed.
"Have you ever told a girl you thought she was pretty, or sexy?" I got a small head shake. "Why not? I know you've thought so."
"Uh. She'd probably think I was just stupid, or teasing her, or something."
"A girl dresses up, or puts on a tight sweater and tight jeans or shorts to show off her titties and ass..." that got me a full blush. I continued without a pause, "fixes her makeup and her hair, polishes her nails..." I wiggled my fingers before him and extended my leg and foot horizontally and flexed my toes, "and you think... she would think... you were stupid... if you told her she was pretty?" My tone was shocked.
