When you are filthy rich, you can do almost anything you want to do so long as it's not illegal and not too unhealthy. Suzi Puckett was filthy rich. And what she chose to do with her money she liked to think of as a blessing to shy young men and their future wives. It was also a blessing to a host of frustrated women.
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Emily waited while Rachel Benton was telling the other women goodbye. She had just spent an hour talking with five virtual strangers about the most intimate aspects of their sex lives and she felt exhilarated. She also felt randy and a little apprehensive.
"I asked you to stay," Rachel explained, when they were alone, "because we ran out of rental spaces today and I invited your student to visit with you here." She paused at the look of concern on Emily's face. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I'm just a little surprised, I guess. Everything is moving so fast, isn't it?"
"Well, darling, I'm sure you'll be fine. It's almost lunchtime, and I suspect Christopher will be hungry, so you may want to feed him while you're getting 'acquainted.' She smiled warmly. "Let me show you the kitchen and the bedroom in case you progress to that."
And ten minutes later Rachel excused herself as she went out the door.
Emily was almost trembling. It had been 16 years since she'd been intimate with a man other than her husband. She'd led a very active sex life when she was younger. In fact, she was the sweetheart of three of the biggest fraternities at her college for reasons that made her smile.
Even her marriage to Charles had not reined in her sex drive. She had promised to be faithful to him. And she had been faithful. But she had put him through his paces when it came to sex. For the first twelve years she had managed to enjoy him at least three times a week. On a good week they did even better.
It was his lung cancer that had slowed things down and left her languishing. Charles tried to keep her fulfilled, but they both knew it was hard on him as well as her. It was his idea that she find satisfaction with other men. But they were both reluctant to get her into the bar scene...or any sort of serious relationship. It was great good luck when her friend, Molly, told her about Ms. Puckett's school. And even more good luck when she was approved for a trial period.
Now she had gone through the orientation and she trembled at the thought of having her first student. Her ruminations were interrupted by the chiming of the doorbell. She paused at the hall mirror to check her blouse and skirt and hair then opened the door.
When Chris climbed out of his pickup he didn't know whether to be excited or terrified. He'd been through the orientation with Ms. Benton and he was recalling all that his friend, Petie, had told him. Petie was half his size and was constantly teased by the boys and by some of the girls who called him 'No Pussy Petie.' They wouldn't tease Chris to his face, of course, but he suspected they talked about him, too, since he didn't date.
He remembered that Petie had been a total wallflower, too embarrassed to even say hello to a girl in the hall. Then about six months ago he had changed completely. He'd gone from shy to cool and he could get it on with almost any girl he wanted, if he wanted. After some pleading, he'd told Chris about this special school that had given him the confidence to be his best with girls and even women. He was the one who put Chris in touch with the Ms. Puckett's School and helped him get enrolled. Now Chris was here for his first lesson.
The boy standing there when Emily opened the door was a small mountain. His shoulders almost filled the doorway. He was smiling timidly and he was obviously as nervous as she was. "Good afternoon, Ma'am. My name is Christopher Pool and I'm calling for Ms. Rachel Benton."
Emily swung the door wide. "Good afternoon, Christopher, come in, please." She closed the door behind him and locked it. "My name is Emily and Mrs. Benton had to take care of some business. She asked me to greet you and make you comfortable." She could almost see him tremble.
"Let me get a look at you," she smiled warmly as she took his massive hands in hers and stepped back to look him over. "I'll bet you're a wrestler." His shirt was open at the neck and his thighs threatened to burst his trousers at the seams.
A smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Yes Ma'am."
The picture she had seen didn't do justice to his build, but it captured the rich coffee color of his skin. She had flirted with a couple of black boys in high school but it had never gone beyond that. Today she had picked him because the other ladies seemed reluctant for one reason or another. His size? His color?
Christopher was doing his own appraisal. She was one of the prettiest women he'd ever met. Her bright red curls puffed around her head. And her bright green blouse displayed a handsome set of boobs. From what he could see she had great legs.
"I suspect you're nervous," she smiled.
"Yes, Ma'am, a little."
She admired his height, a full head taller than herself. And he seemed to be built of cement. She also thought she could see the beginning of an erection below his tapered waist. "Well, so am I, a little." She smiled up at him. "So, may I make a suggestion?"
"Of course."
"Why don't you put your arms around me and hug me and hold me close for a little bit until we both relax some."
Christopher expected his teacher to be older than himself and this lady was probably old enough to be his mother. But he hadn't expected a beauty. And this lady was that. Sure she was a little chubby, but she had nice boobs and her red hair and bright smile were certainly winners. Now she was inviting him to hug her and he could feel his cock beginning to grow.
His embrace was tentative at first and Emily enjoyed the feel of his hard ribs against her breasts. She also enjoyed the feeling against her stomach. After a couple of minutes, she ran her hands over his back and shoulders.
"Do you like that?"
"Oh, yes, Ma'am."
"Christopher, I know I'm older than you, but I would really like for you to call me Emily or Em or Darling...Could you do that for me?"
"I surely can...Darling. And you can call me Chi Chi, if you want to."
"Chi Chi?"
"It's something I picked up wrestling."
"Alright, Darling." She ran her hands down his strong back and cupped and squeezed his hard rump. "You are a hard man, aren't you?"
"In more ways than one, he thought." And he caressed her shoulders and back. When he gripped her lovely ass she moaned against him.
"I like it," she purred.
"So do I, my lovely."
And she ground her stomach against the firmness that poked into it. "Do you feel more relaxed, now?"
"Mostly."
"I know what you mean...but I'm sure you're starving. Why don't we have a bite to eat before we get carried away." She pushed away a little and took his hand to lead him to the kitchen. As they passed the staircase, she had an inspiration. She stepped up on the lower stair and found her nose even with his chin. "May I have a kiss, kind sir?" her eyes sparkled.
