This is part three of the scenario. I'm enjoying crafting Mrs. Wentworth and I hope you do too. The story and its development are very slow. I should say I have benefitted from a lot of advice from commenters even if the story doesn't always go exactly like some suggestions. This is my first story and it's a learning process. I hope you enjoy.
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The sun woke me up again and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I remembered that my mom had forced me to go stay with her friend Mrs. Wentworth while she was gone for a week. I resented it. I was almost 19 and old enough to live on my own if I wanted but I humored my mom. Mrs. Wentworth was my teacher in fifth grade and that made it more humiliating. I should be on my own not staying with some old lady who used to teach me. Actually, she wasn't that old really. A lot older than me but probably around 40. And she turned out to be very nice. I wouldn't admit it to my mom of course but I didn't mind staying with Mrs. Wentworth. I was starting to like it really.
As the sleepiness wore off, I remembered the events of the night before (see Day Two). I started thinking about everything but mostly about Mrs. Wentworth taking off her dress and laying over my lap in her very nice lingerie and having me spank her for supposedly being naughty. I started thinking and doing what I usually do in the morning which is jerking off. I slipped off my shorts and used them while I stroked to keep from making a mess. I was living in my head the night before and not really noticing anything else so it wasn't very long before I came and emptied myself. I sopped it up with my shorts and was catching my breath when I thought I saw some movement by the door.
I forgot about Mrs. Wentworth's open door policy. Her door was always open symbolically she said so our doors shouldn't be closed to each other. Maybe she walked by or something. I hadn't noticed anyone but then again I was in another place so would I have noticed if anyone watched? I bet she'd have said something if she saw me there doing my thing. A few seconds later though, I heard her call out "Stevie, honey, are you up?" I had only a split second to toss the sticky shorts on the floor next to the bed and pull up the covers to cover myself.
She came in with an arm full of laundry looking rested and energetic. "Hi, sweetie. I'm just doing a load of necessities so I thought I'd grab a few things from you. Let's see." She looked around and I said I was okay but she grabbed a shirt and shorts from the chair and put them in her arm pile and then before I could think of anything to say she bent over and grabbed my fresh shorts off the floor. Her hand must have squished and felt the pretty big load I had sopped up. But she just squeezed it in her hand, looked at me, smiled and kept a tight grip on the shorts. Then she said "come down when you're ready, dear."
I waited until I heard her going down then I got up, took a quick shower and got ready. When I got downstairs, she had breakfast going and was pouring me a cup of coffee. "There's a bagel in the toaster if you want it, I just finished and am enjoying my coffee." So I got my bagel, sat down and put stuff in my coffee and started sipping it. It wasn't great because I still was not really used to coffee but it made me feel sophisticated.
I was chewing a bagel when I noticed her looking at me. "Stevie, honey, I know you're a virgin right now but have you experienced other things like oral pleasures?" My mouth was full so I couldn't yell at her and say, "what the hell are you talking about?" But I thought when she was pushing the whole virgin thing yesterday, my reaction meant it wouldn't come up again. But here she was with a total invasion of privacy. When I finally finished chewing, I said "why are we talking about this? You don't know me and what I do and stuff like that. I do lots of things with lots of people but, you know, it's private. I mean c'mon!"
I was steamed but also puzzled. I mean this woman was like a completely different person from one minute to the next. In the morning she was one way and at night another and I never knew what was coming my way. Plus I didn't really like talking too much about how many things I had done or not done. She reached over and smiled, though, not offended at all. She patted my hand and said, "It's okay honey. I don't want to embarrass you. I am just trying to help. I know that right now, as of today, you haven't had intercourse with a real woman yet and that's fine. It's a good thing actually. I just didn't know how far along you were. I'm sure a nice gentleman like you doesn't like to kiss and tell and you shouldn't. But sometimes a teacher likes to know her students. Remember you're my pupil, honey, and Mrs. Wentworth can help. It's okay though. A lot of boys haven't tasted a woman yet." She smiled in a very reassuring way and I didn't have to reply. I even stopped turning red.
Fortunately, she stood up and walked over to the sink so I didn't have to feel awkward. I stared after her thinking of what to say but instead found myself just staring at her ass pressing against another silk robe as she bent down at the sink. I took my dishes over and was trying to walk around when she backed up without seeing me and her tight silky butt made direct contact with my bulge. She said "oops" and giggled but managed to collide two more times as we tried to get our signals right.
Finally, she walked away and headed upstairs. She called down "I'll be ready to go in ten minutes." What? Go where? I didn't know what she meant. She was going out I guess. But I was wrong. It wasn't just her.
