I had only just turned 18 by a couple of weeks and, like most girls my age, I had a crush on one of my teachers. He was our English teacher. I'll call him Mr. Reed. He'd called me into his office one afternoon. He always made me feel funny when he was close, and afterward I used to touch myself thinking about him. I stood in front of his desk in my school uniform, black shoes, white knee length socks, short pleated skirt and white blouse. I had left my long blond hair loose.
"Jenny," he started, looking at me, "it's examination day for you. I have to check your development in certain areas." He put a folder down on his desk with my name on the top of it. "It's a bit personal, but it does have to be done, do you understand?" I nodded, I was always tongue tied when he was around me. "Right, then first the questionnaire." He gestured for me to sit down.
"Jenny, do you ever touch your private parts for pleasure?" I blushed bright red, I couldn't even look at him I was so embarrassed. "It's ok Jenny. It's quite normal for girls your age to do so." I looked at him and nodded. "Sorry Jenny, I need to hear you say it."
"Yes Sir, I do touch myself," I stammered still bright red with shame and embarrassment.
"Ok that's fine. It's quite normal, nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled at me making me feel all gooey inside. "So how do you do it?" He asked looking up from the questionnaire. "Do you touch your clitoris? Or do you put your fingers inside yourself, or do you use something else? Do you achieve an orgasm?"
"I touch my clitoris and sometimes I put my fingers in my hole." I could feel my face burning red as I answered his question.
