In this chapter, the Evers continue to shape Heather into a proper young lady. She eagerly accepts their instruction. Important character development takes place in Chapter 1, so be sure to read it first. Your comments are certainly welcome.
Note: This story is a rewriting of a previously published story titled, "The Evers Accept a Pupil". The previous version was pulled because the heroine's dialogue depicted her as too young. I've put a lot of effort into this rewrite and I hope you enjoy it.
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"Mom?" Heather asked, looking up at Meg Evers who was standing over her shoulder providing instruction. It was close to four o'clock and the two were about halfway through their daily session. It was now more than two months into her summer break, but the classes continued each day, Monday through Friday, as Heather needed a great deal of work if she was to present herself as a proper young woman when she arrived at college in August.
"Yes, Heather?" Meg replied. It warmed her heart to be able to help Heather each day. Over the previous year they had bonded as if they were mother and daughter.
Meg was thirty five and Robert a much older mid-forties husband. They were without children of their own so hearing the shouts and exclamations of an eighteen year old drift through the large rooms of their expansive home was music to their ears. And, the fact that she still occasionally struggled between pig-tails and high-heels didn't bother them in the least.
As Meg waited for Heather to ask her question she thought of what Robert had said the night before when he had called her a "late bloomer" and added, "Here she is, less than a month before college, still shedding her young girl ways and becoming a woman."
Meg knew he was right. But, she also knew that Heather had made great strides in the last few months. Sure, her naiveté was readily apparent to them both and it worried them. But, they felt she had turned the corner and they were more certain of her future as a proper young lady than ever before.
Heather closed her book and a concerned look came onto her face as she spoke. "Mrs. Evers, I've learned so much from you. I mean...Like, this week I've learned all about how to present myself when I'm out on a date or attending a social event where men and women mix. But, when will I actually get to use everything you've taught me? When will I get to actually go on a date?"
Then, she looked down at the table and clearly frustrated, she said, "I'm...I'm..just a stupid ugly teenager....I'll never be a sophisticated woman like you. No man will ever want me."
"Nonsense," Meg replied, as she saw the tears welling up in Heather's eyes and put her arms around her, pulling her head into her chest and consoling her. Meg told her in no uncertain terms that she was quickly becoming a sophisticated young woman. "You have progressed so far, so fast," she told her as she rubbed her fingers through her thick blonde mane. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Heather."
Heather loved being embraced by Meg. She especially loved Meg pulling her tight against her bosom. Even more so when Meg wore a top like she was wearing today that didn't cover all of her breasts. Heather felt all warm inside when the soft skin of her face pushed against the warm cleavage of Meg's bosom, letting all of her anxiety flee her mind. Meg's big orbs felt so soft and inviting, and the valley between them was so deep that Heather could bury her face in it, rubbing her nose and lips back and forth between Meg's boobs. Her worries always went away as she nestled in, feeling the velvety soft flesh and smelling Meg's perfume.
Heather's tears trickled down Meg's breasts and into her bra as she gently rocked her. As Heather whimpered, she pulled her arms in close to her chest, placed each hand on the side of Meg's breasts and squeezed them against her cheeks. Her face was now buried Meg's orbs. She kept her face nestled against the swells of Meg's breasts for security as she turned her head to release her lips and asked, "Mom, what about......you know....what about...."
"Yes, dear. What about what?" Meg replied, knowing it must be something that really bothered Heather because she was hesitant to open up and she only does that when she is feeling vulnerable and wants her reassurance.
"What about.....Ohhhh, never mind," Heather responded softly, but with a great deal of frustration and turned her head back into Meg's cleavage. Her nose and lips moved back and forth feeling the wetness of her tears on the side of each breast and she wished she could suckle Meg's nipple.
"Heather, talk to me. If you don't tell me the problem I won't be able to help." Meg could sense an embarrassment from Heather that was keeping her from telling her what was on her mind. "You can tell me anything, dear."
"I...I want to know about.....all about sex. Is that wrong?" she asked and once she uttered the words she felt relieved and started speaking much faster and with more excitement, and pulled her face away from Meg's chest and looked up at her as she continued. "Oh, Mom! Please? I really want to know! Oh, Please, Mom? Ever since that night you and Dad let me sleep in your bed and we weren't wearing any jammies....I don't know how to say it, but since that night I've felt all tingly and excited and the feeling won't go away," Heather's voice raised in pitch and speed as she stammered hurriedly. "And...and...and...Oh, goodness!"
"Heather....Heather, dear. Take a breath, honey," Meg instructed softly and lifted Heather's blonde curls away from her face, kissed her tears and looked into her eyes. "Relax now, and tell me all about it."
Heather began explaining and Meg chuckled to herself as she listened to her young Heather fight with her words. Heather often fell into the mindset of immaturity whenever she was unsure of herself or when she was thinking emotionally. This seemed to be one of those times and Meg thought of how much Heather was like herself when she was eighteen.
Her mind flew back to her own youth when her hormones drove her to flights of emotion and the kind of frustration Heather was now feeling. But, Meg had an advantage that wasn't available to Heather. When she was eighteen she had already been well schooled by her mother in all things sexual. Her mother had prepared her for the world outside the walls of their home and by the time she went away to university she had a complete grasp of the expectations of society. Heather was in a crash course, trying to catch up on what Meg's mother had spent years teaching.
Heather didn't know it but the Evers had already decided her sexual education would begin at the conclusion of this week's lessons on fashion, cosmetics, and appearance. They had purposely delayed it, going so far as to convince her father to keep her home from school during the week of sex ed classes. Their rule was abstinence...and that meant abstinence from sex ed until she was eighteen.
They wanted to give her sex education in the privacy of their home and only after she had completed her other studies; studies that had built one on top of the other over the several months leading up to this week. Last night, after tucking her into bed, they had discussed it. And, both agreed it was time.
Meg pulled a thin textbook from her attaché and placed it in front of Heather.
At first, Heather looked quizzically at the book's cover. Once she figured out its subject matter she looked up at her mentor with a Cheshire cat grin. "Let's get started," Meg said and smiled back at Heather. They spent the next two hours pouring through the material with Meg instructing Heather on male and female anatomy and their intended use. Heather was mesmerized by it all. She was so innocent and naive and her mind filled up with questions as she went along.
"Mrs. Evers, where does the sperm go after it comes out of the penis?" she asked with her nose twitched to the side and a questioning look on her face.
Meg pointed to the clinical picture showing an erect penis inside of a vagina as she answered. "It swims through the cervix and into the uterus."
"And....." Heather, still trying to figure it out, tilted her head and asked, "And does it stay there?"
"Yes, for as long as it can. You see, Heather....All the individual sperms want to find an egg to be with. But, there is usually only one available. So, they stay inside the uterus and swim about, looking for the egg."
"Oh," she replied with a hint of excitement in her voice, as if a light was coming on in her head.
The night the Evers had let her sleep in their bed kept drifting through her mind as she progressed through the lesson with Meg. By the end of the lesson she couldn't contain herself. "When you and Mr. Evers let me sleep with you, and Mr. Evers let me wiggle onto his penis... If he had left it inside me then his sperm would still be in me now?"
Meg smiled at her innocence and rubbed her fingers through Heather's hair. "That's right, Dear. His sperm would have found one of your eggs. That's why he wouldn't let you keep wiggling on his penis. He wanted his sperm inside my pussy instead. Do you understand now?"
"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "Will Mr. Evers ever let me have his sperm?"
"Maybe one day," Meg answered gently and kissed her on the forehead.
"Now, you take your workbook upstairs to your room and take the test at the back." she told her.
"Yes, ma'am," Heather answered and dutifully gathered her books and headed for her bedroom.
"Don't forget to do the drawings on your notepad!" She told her and watched as Heather scampered upstairs. "Let me know when you're done!" she yelled to her as she rounded the top of the staircase.
"I will Mom!" Heather yelled back excitedly and disappeared down the upstairs hallway.
She spent the next hour finishing her test and carefully completing her drawings of male and female genitalia. First, she drew a vagina. As she drew, her thoughts returned to the night two weeks ago when the Evers had let her sleep with them and Meg had let her lick her pussy while Robert had his cock inside her. Her hand reached inside her panties and caressed her clitty as she drew a vagina from memory instead of using her textbook. She smiled with satisfaction when she finished, clicking the heels of her shoes together as she lay on her belly.
Drawing the penis was a different matter. She pondered the drawing in the textbook. "That doesn't look right," she said to herself. After all, her only experience with a cock had been Robert. Yes, she had felt it with her fingers and she had climaxed while it was gently stroking in and out, stretching her pussy open wide. But, she had never seen it and she wondered if it looked anything like the example in her textbook.
"Why is it bent and droopy like a banana? Mr. Evers's felt like it was straight as a ruler and just as long!" she whispered as she unconsciously fingered herself. By the time she was finished with the assignment her pussy lips were swollen, the crotch of her panties were wet, and she had almost brought herself to a climax by diddling with her clitty.
She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't hear Robert arrive home. He and Meg appeared in her doorway, quietly watching her finish her drawing. Heather looked up when she heard a sound, surprised because she never missed hearing the chime signaling the opening of the garage door, announcing his arrival home after work.
