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Education of Amy Ch. 01

By: elgemowtf



The following story is a slow build. There is no real sex in the entire first chapter. Enjoy!

Everyone is at least 18.

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Amy was an unusual teen girl. While all her friends obsessed about boys and sex, she was nearly indifferent to the whole thing. It was not that she did not have sexual urges. It was more that her priorities were school and learning and she was not going to be distracted by other things. Determination and will had got her to her senior year without even a kiss. Her friends started to become persistent in their pleas for her to "hook up". It was not until she met Jim that her will was truly tested.

Jim was a rugged, athletic type. He was the kind of boy that everyone liked, both male and female. The girls around him all wanted to be his girlfriend. He lettered in varsity football, basketball, and hockey. Amy admired him the way someone admires a Renaissance original: a nice piece, but certainly not one she would ever have. This longing was purely physical. Although Jim had a great body, he also was a bit stuck on himself and not all that bright.

They hung in different circles. Then, one day, someone suggested that Jim try out for the part in the upcoming showing of "Taming of the Shrew". It turned out he had the natural confidence and charisma to land a decent role, though he was not playing the lead. While Amy avoided most activities, she did need something for college, so she was working as a set helper on the play. That was when she literally ran into him.

"Oh my god, I didn't see you there. I am so sorry, are you ok?" Amy said.

Jim held his nose, blinking away tears and stars. "Um, I'll be all right. I get worse hits at practice. Just give me a second."

Amy had been rushing around, trying to shuttle a prop that had been misplaced. Since it was in the next scene, she had picked it up in a hurry and spun around to go deliver it. When she turned, her elbow made a direct hit right into Jim's nose. He had been moving towards the stage, preparing to enter on his cue. Now they were both late and he was holding his nose, crouched slightly.

"I think your cue is coming. You better get out there. Again, I am sorry! Let me make it up to you." 

Jim looked her over. She was cute. A brunette with big brown eyes and a nice smile. She had her hair up in a pony tail, wore a baggy shapeless shirt and plain featureless pants. Beneath all that, he thought she might have a nice body. Although she was not the typical girl Jim pursued, his mind was working and so he said, "How about you let me take you out for an ice cream after the show?"

Amy was slightly confused. And then her eyes widened. "You mean, like a date?"

Jim nodded.

She was about to shake her head and say "no", but the way he clutched his face made her feel bad. She sighed under her breath. "OK. That's a deal."

He hurried off and Amy wondered what she had gotten into. She quickly delivered her prop. 

--

Amy got home from school and made a straight line to her room. Her parents briefly saw a blur as she went by, her mom trying a vague wave that was not returned. It was not unusual for their girl to hit the books hard, so they did not think much of it. But, this time, Amy was not thinking about studying, she was concentrating on something much more difficult for her: what to wear?

Her mind entertained and discarded possibilities. She did not really have a cute outfit that felt right. The closest she had to pretty was a spring dress that hung to her knees, but she did not feel like freezing in the middle of February, so she at first discounted it. After trying on one loose set of jeans after another, however, she came back to it. Maybe if she wore a set of tights under it?

She pulled some tights from the bottom drawer that she used for figure skating. They were much too revealing for anything other than skating. Briefly she thought about how odd that an outfit that was perfectly fine during practices on the ice was not at all appropriate in another setting. Anyway, it was fine under the dress. She would not freeze, and the contrast of the white flowered dress and the black tights actually was not bad.

Pulling her purse out of her closet (she hardly ever used it), she looked in the mirror. It would do, I guess. So, she went to down to dinner.

Her mother raised an eyebrow at the change. "What's up, Amy?"

"Hi Mom," Amy responded, clearly stalling. "Um, I decided to dress up for the play tonight."

Her mother accepted that. "You look nice." 

Amy started to relax just a little. Her mom never gave her compliments on her appearance. It was always homework and academic achievements. Oddly, it gave her just enough confidence that she could actually leave the house and head off to the play. "I guess I am a bit nervous," she thought to herself.

She decided to watch from the audience instead of participate in the set changes this time. This was OK because the kids involved in setup and teardown were always coming and going. As long as a few were around, it went smoothly, and tonight was no exception. 

Jim did a good job in his little role, and Amy admired his handsome features and confident delivery, not quite believing he had asked her out.

After the show, Amy went around backstage and found Jim.

"You did a great job out there, Jim," she said.

"Thanks, Amy!" He beamed. "Ready for that ice cream?"

She nodded and they walked down the street, crossing over at the light, and just a little further. The ice cream shop was strategically close to the high school and middle school, which was no accident. Lots of teens frequented the place, even in the winter. It was more than just ice cream: it had food, although not of a great quality. People just liked to hang out there. In fact, Amy saw a few of her fellow classmates gawk at the two of them enter. She felt an odd sense of pride seeing the girls' jealous expressions.

The boys were even checking her out. Glancing down, she supposed that a bit of cleavage was showing. It was weird being evaluated like that, so she kept her eyes on the floor and sat down at a booth. She had never had a second glance before.

Jim scooted in beside her, which threw her off a bit. She expected him to be across from her and having him so close meant she smelled his masculine scent and felt his leg brush against hers. The waiter took some time to come visit them, so Jim commenced to engage her in a one-sided conversation about his various athletic activities. She just nodded and made appreciative sounds where it seemed appropriate.

They finally got a waiter to come take their ice cream order. Amy thought a bit about if she should order something smaller because she was a girl and should not eat so much. She decided on a normal size dish, whereas Jim got a three scoop deal with bananas, hot fudge, and whip cream.

All the nervousness from the beginning of their date wore off as they waited for their ice cream to come. To tell the truth, Amy was actually getting a bit bored listening to Jim drone on. Her mind started to wander and she missed a couple of cues where she was supposed to be impressed. She wondered if she could get through this and decided she needed to do something.

"Hey Jim, that all sounds interesting, but tell me, have you been with a lot of girls?"

It was perhaps the worst conversational segue ever, but Jim hardly blinked at the hard right turn it took.

"Not a ton," Jim started, "but ya, a few."

"Anyone serious?" she asked.

Jim thought for a second. "I dated someone for six months, so yes, pretty serious."

"Interesting," she said, wondering where to take the conversation from here, but not wanting to go back to football or basketball again.

"Umm, so, why did you break up?" she asked, thinking furiously about ways to steer away from boredom.

Jim was a little uncomfortable. "Well, it was a lot of things, I guess. But, mostly, in the end, I wanted to progress further physically and she did not."

Amy was confused and her face showed it.

He drew a breath and whispered in her ear, getting closer and rubbing his body against hers. It made her heart beat faster. "She didn't want to do 'it'. We had already done pretty much everything else, but she said she wanted to save that for her husband."

"Ah," Amy said. She wondered what "everything else" was. She gathered up her courage. She leaned into him, brushing her breast inadvertently on his upper arm. "What do you mean, 'everything else'?"

Jim leaned again and she was nearly sure he brushed against the side of her breast quite deliberately this time. It felt nice. "Well...", his voice got lower, forcing her to lean in further. "She sucked my dick, I licked her pussy, she jerked me off, I fingered her... you know, everything but 'it'."

Amy had, of course, heard about all these things, but had not experienced any of them first hand. Her mind whirled. She was not bored anymore. An image of Jim laying between her legs and licking her came unbidden into her mind. "What would that feel like?" she wondered.

She leaned in again. The brush of her breast against him was not accidental. "Did all of that feel good?"

Jim peered closely at her, trying to determine if she were joking. "Well, ya." He paused. "You mean, you have never..."

Amy shook her head, blushing.

He leaned in. His hand stroked the outside of her leg, just above her knee. Amy did not quite know what to make of that, so she let him. "It felt great. Especially when Cornelia put my dick in her mouth. That was my favorite."

The air seemed warmer and thinner. She was having just a little bit of a hard time breathing. Her shock at hearing Jim say those dirty things was intense. She felt so naughty. Jim's hand kept stroking her thigh. And then she caught him peeking at her chest, and she realized that her nipples were poking hard and prominently through her thin white dress. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned away from Jim slightly, breaking the tension.

Jim's face seemed transformed. He had this intensity to him and appeared... hungry. Amy felt flattered and scared. "Was he aroused?" she thought, and yes... that was a bulge in his pants. He had a hard on!

She was trapped by it for a moment. His hard penis bulging in his pants was this dangerous thing, so close. Her eyes stayed fixed on it for just a fraction too long, and then she noticed that Jim was smiling at her. He had caught her and she was mortified.

While she stared down at the table, the hand that had been stroking her leg moved to the inside of her knee. Alarm bells starting ringing in her head. She knew that it represented a clear boundary breach, especially with the dress she was wearing. But, the touch felt good and she was wearing tights, so she pretended to ignore it. Emboldened by this, Jim commenced to push the boundary even further, making the touch climb her inner thigh. 

Amy was simultaneously very scared and excited. Her decision making process was definitely impaired. She could not decide if she should stop Jim or when, so she continued to pretend it did not exist. Except now his hand was under her dress and she really had to put the brakes on soon. But part of her did not want to stop at all. It was not a feeling she was familiar with, but one that she did not want to end.

The waiter arrived out of nowhere to bring their ice cream. Jim was annoyed, moving his hand back to a safe spot. Amy was relieved and disappointed. They ate the ice creams mostly in silence. Amy steered the conversation to safe topics. Even so, she kept picturing some of the things Jim had said and feeling aroused secretly. Also, wondering if he would have stopped at her upper thigh or gone even further (and if she would have let him).

Jim paid for the ice cream and walked her back to her house. They did not speak that much along the way. When they arrived, Jim stopped her before she went in.

"Hey, Amy, have you ever even kissed a boy?" he asked.

She shook her head.

Jim put his arms around her, snaking his hand behind her head and lightly pulling her towards him. He paused for just the briefest second to give her a chance to back out and then kissed her lightly on the lips. Amy felt glorious at that moment. Her heart beat fast.

"Thanks, Jim," she said. 

Jim thought a second and said, "You know, Amy, I had a good time. Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

"Sure, Jim," she said. He walked away from the house and she went back in, floating up the stairs and going directly to bed. She felt exhausted somehow and went right to sleep.

--

The next day, Amy seemed to see Jim everywhere. I guess it was not that he was around more than usual, it was more that she noticed. She still could not believe their date last night. It was not so bad. 

Daydreaming about what had gone and what may soon come, she heard the bell signaling the start of the next class. Crap. She quickly grabbed her Science book and headed to Mr. Kallen's class. It was a long walk down the hall, so she was nearly running when she finally made the door. Still, his expression of disapproval when she entered told he had not missed the fact that she was late.

There was something different about Mr. Kallen today. It was like he was more lively, his smile more pronounced, his eyes more intense. Amy could not quite place the difference. It was circling around in her head when she heard her name and the distinct inflection of pitch that signaled a question.

She raised her eyes up and met his. A lightning bolt of electricity seemed to race down her body. It swirled around and made a definite stop in her mid-section. The feeling was not entirely unpleasant.

"I'm sorry, what was the question?" Amy asked.

Mr. Kallen's expression darkened. "I asked what are the two forms of reproduction."

The word "reproduction" conjured images of people copulating. No, not people, Amy admitted. Her, and of all people, Mr. Kallen. "Not Jim?", she thought. "What is wrong with me?"

"Asexual and sexual," Amy responded, not able to hold eye contact with the teacher as her thoughts betrayed her.

"Very good, Amy," Mr Kallen said, sending a warm feeling through her again.

"The different ways an organism can reproduce asexually are budding, fission, fragmentation..." 

Again her concentration wavered. It was almost as if the date with Jim had awakened some dormant desire in her. She suddenly felt things she never had before. For instance, never in her life had she been in a room full of people and felt awareness down *there*. Never, that is, before just now. 

When Mr. Kallen turned to the board to write the different aspects of reproduction, Amy noticed how nice his ass looked in his jeans. "Mmmm," she murmured under her breath, and then felt shocked that she had done so. She wondered what it would be like to grab that posterior and give it a squeeze.

Such was her reverie that when Mr. Kallen called on her again later, she had no idea what he asked. Again. Instead of repeating himself to her, he directed the question at her neighbor instead. After he finished, he told her, "Amy, could you please see me after class?" 

A couple of "ooo"s were uttered from the back row. Amy's face turned crimson and she nodded. The lecture continued and at the bell, everyone else shuffled out.

Mr. Kallen approached, resting on the desk's chair in front of her so that he was not towering above her as she sat. "Amy, what's up with you today? You are a good student. But, you were distracted. What gives?"

A host of possible things to say flashed through her mind. She certainly was not going to confess to being distracted by his ass!

"Um," she began, stumbling. "I guess I am a little distracted," she had the inkling of an idea and jumped on it. "I went out on a date with Jim last night, and I guess I was thinking about that."

He peered into her face, almost as if he could tell if she were lying. She did not flinch from his eye contact. "OK. I can understand that."

"You can?" Amy asked.

"Sure," he said, "I was a teen once myself, you know." He chuckled.

"Well, I guess," she giggled nervously. "It is just the first time I have ever been on a date. And he kissed me, which was what I was daydreaming about when you called on me."

Mr. Kallen's eyes got just a little wider. "First kiss, huh?"

She nodded.

He sighed. "Not much better feeling in the whole world. Try to bottle it. Over time, you can still remember some, but it fades."

Amy was surprised at the wistful look on his face. I guess it was hard sometimes to remember that teachers were people too. People that kissed and did 'other things'. Her face flushed again as she imagined a few of those. 

"Well, ok, I guess I will let you off the hook this time." He paused, almost if trying to decide whether to go on. "And...", he paused again. "Please be careful."

Amy did not quite get what he was saying.

"It's just that. Hmmm, Jim has a lot more experience than you. And you are just starting on this journey. I am not sure he will want to take it slow, and I don't know if you are prepared if he..." he stopped.

A silence settled onto the room. Brief, but awkward.

Mr. Kallen was gazing past her. She thought his expression was... ah yes, embarrassed. It was sweet of him to try to protect her. Laying her hand over his, she said, "Thanks Mr. Kallen, I think I know exactly what you mean." 

He made eye contact with her and smiled.

"I may not be experienced, as you say, but I can take care of myself."

"Good."

She stood up and started to walk towards the door.

"Oh, and Amy."

"Yes?"

"If you ever want to ask me a question, get advice for anything, please come to me. I am the opposite of judgmental and will give you my honest, direct opinion. No sugar coating. Promise."

Amy considered the offer for a second. "Deal," she said and headed towards her next class.

—

It was the end of the day, and she started her short walk to her house. It was under a mile, so she never rode the bus. As she stepped out of the building, her eyes squinted, adjusting to the sunlight. As she turned the first corner and lost sight of the school, Jim walked up beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. She did not see him coming, so she was just a bit startled.

"Oh!" She muttered. 

Jim smiled at her.

"Hi Amy. Can I walk with you?" His arm still was wrapped partly around her.

The contact felt good, warm, so she nodded.

They walked in silence for nearly a block. Jim's arm moved away and Amy sighed a bit, missing it's presence. She smiled at him sidelong and he grinned back. Then he truly surprised her by grasping her hand.

"So, Amy, is it OK if walk you home?" Jim asked.

Amy's heart actually skipped a bit with his holding of her hand and the question. "Umm... sure." She felt special, secure. It was a good feeling.

Houses passed by as they made safe small talk with each other. Jim's hand was softer than she imagined. Amy kept glancing down at it to make sure it was real. They arrived at Amy's house far too soon. She would have preferred the distance to be longer for once. 

"Here is my house," Amy said, pointing to the modest place her family owned. It was a cute house with a front porch. The staircase leading up is where they paused. "My mom and dad are not home yet, so I cannot really have you inside."

"No parents, huh?" Jim asked, a mischievous grin splitting his face. "So, they won't mind if I do this." He reached under her chin, pulling her head up, and his soft lips lightly brushed hers. Amy closed her eyes and let him kiss her. It was like she was flying through the air, each cloud a stepping stone to the next. When his tongue darted out and pressed between her lips, she pulled away.

"Sorry," she said, "I wasn't expecting that."

Jim drew her in close. "It's fine." He turned his head and kissed her again. This time when his tongue came out, she parted her mouth, letting her tongue play with his. He pulled her in close and his tongue went deep in her mouth. It was the most erotic thing Amy had ever experienced, and she started to become aroused. There was a voice in the back of her mind warning her to be careful, but her body had other ideas. Jim's hand that wasn't holding the back of her head was on her hip. It moved down, tracing a line of desire on her body. Suddenly, it was grabbing the top of her ass through her baggy jeans.


Education of Amy Ch. 01



She could not help it, she moaned a little in Jim's mouth. Their bodies were pressed so closely together that she knew he had an erection. That erection was pressed against her stomach and it was just so naughty to know that his hard cock was only a couple layers of clothing from being against her. The tension between that voice of caution and her body was growing every passing second. As her body responded, her mind was sending off alarm bells.

Jim broke their kiss. "Amy, has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing ass?" 

His words embarrassed her. She shook her head.

"It's true. I can hardly believe it," his hands grasped her butt through her jeans, feeling both her ass cheeks.

"What do you wear such loose cloths? You could totally show off your body." Jim was genuinely curious.

She said, "I guess I never thought about it. I was not concentrating on that stuff." Her hands waved in a vague gesture. "Do you really think I could wear better outfits?"

"Absolutely." His hands continued to access her assets. "Come into school with a tighter pair of jeans or a skirt. I tell you, heads will turn as you walk by. You might give the guys whiplash."

"Would you like that?" she said.

Jim gazed into his eyes. She saw an intense hunger inside them. "Yes, Amy, that would be hot as hell."

Just then, her Mom pulled up into the driveway. Jim moved his hands away, but she was not entirely sure it had been in time for her Mom not to notice.

"I better get inside, Jim, and start my homework. I'll think about what you said," Amy said, picking up her backpack and heading into the house. Her mother waved at Jim as she followed Amy into the house. 

—

The following morning, Amy was standing in front of her dresser nearly in tears. She had rifled through all of her pants, and they were all shapeless baggy jeans or sweatpants. "What am I going to do?" she thought. She made a mental note to push up clothes shopping on her priority list. Sighing, she pulled the least offensive pair out and pulled off her pajama bottoms. She was standing there bottomless (she never wore panties under her nightwear) when she remembered the other thing Jim mentioned. He said "pants or skirt". 

So, she walked over to her closet and stood on tiptoe to grab a handful of skirts that she had shoved on her top shelf. A bit of dust had accumulated on them. She brushed them off, coughing as she did. Looking skeptically at the selection, she tried each on in turn, and one by one they were discarded for being too small. Holding the last one, she sighed, and pulled it on. It was a tight fit, but it was her last hope, so she wiggled and shimmied until it was finally on. Jubilation is the only word to describe her feeling. Turning to the mirror, she studied her reflection. 

The skirt was way shorter than she remembered. I guess she was about a year or two younger when she bought it, so her body had changed since then. It fell to mid thigh, which was not exactly comfortable for her. "Oh my god," she thought, "I have to go back and shave my legs." Still, turning part way, she had to admit it fit snugly against her butt, and she had no other options, so she shrugged and decided it was good. 

Her panties were next, and she spent a bit of time picking out a pair. It was silly, but the skirt was short enough that there was a possibility of someone catching a peek, so she didn't want a pair of cotton whities to be what they saw. She considered and discarded a bunch of possibilities and decided on a light pink pair with a small purple rose that went from hip across the front. At least it was cute, if not all that sexy. She pulled them on and checked out the new look. "Good enough," she thought, and made her way to the bathroom for some leg shaving.

Her mother raised an eyebrow when she saw the outfit. "Aren't you going to be cold, hon?" she asked, but Amy could tell that was not the real concern.

"I'll be fine, Mom. It's supposed to be around 50 today." She did not meet her mother's eyes, for she did not want to see her disapproval.

To her surprise, her mother said, "Well, you look nice. It's good to see you dress up like a girl once in awhile." Her grin told Amy that her mother was not teasing her.

"Thanks, Mom. See you later."

Her feet led her out of the house before she could have second (or third, or fourth) thoughts. The high for the day was supposed to be 50, but she definitely felt a chill as the wind blew. She almost turned back to grab some panty hose, thinking for the first time about wearing some, but she would be late for school, so she just walked faster and ignored the breeze that was nearly literally freezing her ass off.

When Amy finally got to school, she was a bit out of breath from walking faster than normal. It was a whole new experience for her trying to move in a skirt. It was not the easiest given how tight it was. When she tried to use her typical stride length, it just did not work, so she took many more little steps at almost double speed. 

She strode down the hall towards her locker and there was something different. It eluded her for almost the entire length of the corridor. There was a difference in atmosphere, an oddness she could not place. Her curiosity was rising. She studied the faces around her and did not notice anything different. But then her attention turned towards the boys, and she understood. Unlike most days, where she never got a second look, today almost all of them were checking her out. They were sizing up her legs, and, she slyly checked behind her, oh yes, they were also staring at her ass. 

"Wow," she thought, chagrined at being the center of attention. She hurried as fast as she could and avoided all the glances. Quickly, she took off her coat and threw it inside. She grabbed her books and binder, putting together her things as she usually did and she heard a little "ooo" behind her. That is when she realized that she was bending over at the waist and that her short skirt had ridden up. Turning quickly around, she caught Ron with his eyes fixed on her. He blushed when they made eye contact and hurried away. "Did he see my underwear?" she thought, feeling embarrassed.

She bent her knees and picked up her stuff again, this time doing the lady like crouch thing she saw other girls do much more masterfully. As she fast shuffled to her first class, she thought back to all the attention she was getting today so far. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but also kind of cool. She wondered if Ron saw her panties. And did it make him hard? Picturing a hard bulge in his pants, Amy berated herself for such a naughty thought. She decided to push it out of her mind and concentrate on her work. 

Jim caught sight of Amy on the way to her science class. Honestly, his initial thought was, "Wow, who is the new nice piece of ass?" And then he recognized her. The skirt she was wearing! It was tight and short and Jim could finally see what he suspected: Amy had quite the nice ass.

He sped up and caught her just before she entered.

"Hey, Amy, wow you look awesome today!" His eyes deliberately went up and down her body.

Amy hugged her backpack in front of her. She had noticed that her hard nipples were poking through her shirt and it made her feel self conscience. Jim's stare made her feel just a little unsettled, but she decided to accept it in stride.

"Thanks, Jim."

And for the first time, Jim displayed affection publicly in school. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, just a little peck. There were kids that stopped and made note of it, but Amy did not care. She was in heaven. 

"Wow, OK, I really have to get to class now."

Jim stepped aside and let her by, but not without giving her a playful tap on her ass when she went by. Amy was surprised, but kept on walking as if nothing happened. Just that small contact had turned on her on. She could feel the beginnings of dampness down there and quickly walked to her seat, keeping her head down.

—

Mr. Kallen noticed Amy enter out of the corner of his eye. He did a double take when he realized who it was and could not but help appreciate the outfit. It was inappropriate to have sexual thoughts about his students, but he could not help it with her innocent demeanor mixed with the sexy clothing. 

He pushed these thoughts out of his head and began the class. Every once in awhile, he would glance her way, and she appeared a bit distracted. It was only fair, he supposed, because she was distracting him with those long legs. Plus with that tight blouse through which he could see hard nipples poking through. To his horror, Mr. Kallen felt an erection forming. Thinking quickly, he said, "Class, please open your books to Chapter 6 and read the first section to yourselves."

He walked over to his desk and sat down, happy to have the furniture between him and his students. Glancing at this calendar, he saw that had her birthday just last week. And then he kicked himself for such a thought. Even if she were technically legal, he was twice her age. 

Opening the book, he found the chapter himself and started to skim it. He had read it many times before, but it helped to refresh him memory what content was covered. Looking past the book, he saw something that nearly made him drop it. Amy was sitting just a little slumped in her chair. But, her legs were open enough for her to see the color of her panties (pink) and even some form of flower. She was reading the book, along with the class, so no one noticed how his gaze locked between her legs for an inappropriate amount of time. 

"I think she is not used to wearing skirts," he thought to himself. He could not help himself, he kept peering over. And then she closed her legs and opened them. She repeated it. The movement was mesmerizing.

Meanwhile, Amy was reading the chapter about Genetics and Evolution, but not really having much of it penetrate. Instead, she reminisced about Jim kissing her in the hall and patting her ass. It made her all warm and fuzzy inside. And that expression on his face! She was nearly certain that he was aroused, and that aroused her. In fact, her pussy was juicing up a bit. Her awareness of the region down below grew. Her vulva swelled. She could not sit still!

Her legs seemed to close and open of their own will. With the rocking back and forth, her lips rubbed together and her panties scraped against her clit just a tiny bit. The sensation was electrifying. The words on the page were gibberish now, so she checked on the others. And then she noticed that the teacher was focused on her. At first, she could not understand, and then she realized that he was peeking up her skirt!

"Wow," she thought, closing her legs tight. But something inside her was working against that thought. Her legs so badly wanted to open. Part of her really enjoyed when Mr. Kallen stared at her wet, dripping, quivering... 

Her mind and body had a bit of a battle. Part of her really wanted to reveal herself to the teacher. She never realized how sexy his eyes were. And she was still humming from Jim kissing her earlier. 

Her legs spread again, this time just a little wider. She watched with her peripheral vision and was rewarded when she spied Mr. Kallen's eye get really big. "What if he is getting hard?" she thought, and was able to hold that position for a couple seconds longer before modesty took over again.

Mr. Kallen was captivated by the sight before him. The panties were tight enough that he could make out just the hint of a slit. Also, he could swear there was a little wet spot forming in the middle. His cock was so hard that it actually hurt in the confines of his pants. He adjusted it with his hand to relieve the pressure.

When the bell rang, it startled him nearly out of his seat. Amy's legs closed, she stood up, and she strutted away. The way she swayed her ass could only be called a strut. His gaze came level with her face and it was turned back toward him, head against shoulder. He knew from her expression that he was so bagged and he blushed. Still, his erection was throbbing, and her eyes dove down and widened just slightly. "She just checked me out!" He thought.

Amy left the classroom with her head spinning. She had never been so excited in her life. The whole world seemed to vibrate around her. "Well, that is interesting," she thought, resolving to examine it later. The hormones coursing through her body, the thoughts running through her head, were all very new to her. 

She saw Jim just after school ended, but hurried home before he could decide to catch up with her. Her mind was just too confused with what had happened today, so she needed to think. Rushing home by herself cleared her head a bit. When she arrived, her parents were not home just yet, so she went up to her room and lay on her bed. Routine took over and she pulled her books out of her backpack to start her homework, but she just could not focus. An persistent itching had started between her legs and it would not go away.

Amy threaded her hand down to her stomach. Her heart was racing. She closed her eyes and remembered how Jim had kissed her this morning. "Mmmm," she thought. And then she pictured yesterday when his hand was on her thigh. Amy's hand moved to her thigh, climbing upward. "What if he did not stop," she thought, and she moved her hand all the way to her panties, pressing it between her lips firmly.

"And what if he went even further?" Her hand hooked the waistband of her panties and pulled them to the side. She had never been so wet in her entire life. 

"I am touching myself," Amy thought. It was not something she did often. She could only recall a handful of times before, always in the dark, and always with a sense of shame. This time she craved it somehow. It was as if her pussy demanded the touch. 

Her fingers found her clit and rubbed. Images of Jim's erection in his pants spurred her on. She started to touch faster and harder, sometimes moving her finger down to penetrate herself. "Is that what it's like to fuck someone?" she wondered.

As her passion grew, Mr. Kallen also popped in her mind. At first, it distracted her, but then it was like her body exploded. Just thinking about moving her panties to the side like she had them and having him watch made her convulse in the most intense orgasm of her life! At the end, she was muttering, "fuck me, teacher! fuck me!" and pushing her fingers deep inside herself. Her toes curled, her body arched, her nipples were hard, and then it was over, but not before she was sweating from exertion. 

"Well, that was unexpected," she thought, laying in bed, feeling content. "I better get my work done, though, so I can go shopping for clothes tonight." Amy had no idea where this change in her was leading, but she was curious and eager to find out.



Education of Amy Ch. 02



Amy finished her homework finally. It was much more difficult for her today than normal. Her mind could not stop wandering to Jim. This was the first time that she remembered obsessing about what lay under a boy's clothing. From the tight shirts, she could tell Jim had an athletic body, and his butt was certainly cute. And her curiosity wandered to his hard penis, which she saw signs of the previous day.

"Amy!" she admonished herself in her thoughts. "Get it together. This is why you avoided getting entangled. You need to keep those A's rolling for getting into college."

She rolled over and hugged her pillow, which always made her feel safe and secure. Except this time, she imagined embracing a hard muscled lean boy. "Mmmm," she muttered, letting the pillow slip between her legs and squeezing it. "Nice." She could picture her hand wrapping itself around Jim's dick, stroking it through his pants. Her tight control of her thoughts was definitely failing.

Her legs wrapped around the pillow and hugged it tight. She felt the beginnings of a hunger. It was becoming more familiar, this wanting, but it was still somewhat foreign to her. Her body began a slow humping motion. The pillow pressed against something that made her want more and more. She was nearly grinding against it hard when she heard a noise. Just in time, she tucked the pillow behind her as her mother barged into her room.

"Amy, I need you to cleanup after dinner tonight. Grandma is coming tomorrow, and I don't want the kitchen to be a mess." 

"But, Mom!" Amy started. "I need to go clothes shopping."

Her mother stopped with her mouth open. Never had Amy asked to skip out on chores for anything other than homework and the occasional school play. It made her nearly reconsider. But, her mother was like an inspector when she came to the house. No one was happy when she would passive aggressively make remarks on the general state of cleanliness standards in the world.

"You do not need to go TONIGHT. Postpone it until tomorrow." 

Amy thought about how difficult it was this morning for her to find anything worthy to wear; she stumbled upon the skirt, but had nothing acceptable for tomorrow. Tears formed in her eyes. "Please?" she pleaded.

That nearly did the trick, but her mother was never to give into manipulation.

"Sorry, Amy." And she turned on her heel and left the room before those tears could manifest. She was not sure her resolve could stand waterworks.

Amy buried her head in the pillow and nearly cried. She was not one to get too emotional over things, especially something as minor as this, but the turn of events had definitely caught her by surprise, and that made her unhappy. She pulled herself together and went to do as asked, grumpily cleaning the house for dear old grandma.

—

When Amy awoke the next morning, she sighed. Knowing what her choices were, she decided to just go with her usual outfit of loose jeans and shapeless shirt. 

"I used to wear this every day," she thought, "so why does this make me unhappy now?"

She was so mad at her mother! When she left the house, she slammed the door and stomped off. Her anger filled her chest and she could not shake it off until she reached school. It was going to be one of those days.

Her arrival at school went completely unnoticed. Yesterday, she felt that something was wrong, that the atmosphere had changed. Today, it was back to normal. Except that normal had a certain amount of sadness to it. Her friend Jennie waved and smiled, which made her smile back reflexively. She was the only one who really noticed her and she missed the attention from yesterday.

"Wow, Jennie is cute today," she thought, as she appraised Jennie's plaid skirt, tight buttoned blouse, and a thin sweater covering. 

Amy had always been a tad envious of Jennie's breasts. They were just so big on that otherwise thin frame. And she was never shy about showing off her frontal assets. Today was no exception, as her shirt had two buttons unfastened, showing a generous amount of cleavage and just a peak of a pink lacy bra underneath. 

Opening her locker, Amy used the door to shield her spying on the reactions of people around Jennie. Many of the boys almost fell over trying to get a better view without trying to be obvious about it. Some of the girls would glance at her and then quickly away with a disapproving expression. Amy suspected that it was mostly based on jealously. A couple girls would check her out almost like a guy, scanning her up and down and pursing their lips appreciatively. 

Her concentration was directed at Jennie when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She almost jumped out of her skin!

"Oh, hi Jim. You startled me," Amy said.

"I noticed," Jim replied. 

They stood there and made some small talk about how they had spent their respective evenings yesterday. As they talked, Amy caught Jim appraising her outfit. From the disappointed expression on his face, he was not appreciating the return to her normal wardrobe. To his credit, though, he did not say anything. The spark in his eyes, the mischievous smile, though, were gone. 

His conversation stumbled a little and his focus wavered just a second. Watching his eyes, Amy glanced over. Jennie was tying her shoe just down the hallway. From where they stood, her breasts were straining to erupt from her poor overworked blouse. She was also showing a generous amount of leg under her cute skirt. Jim tried not to stare, but failed miserably. 

And then Amy experienced an emotion she had never felt before: jealousy. She was jealous because she saw that spark in Jim's eye, that smile that had more than a little devil in it. And it was because of Jennie. She almost wanted to punch her.

Amy gathered her stuff quickly, trying to beat a hasty retreat. Jim saw Amy and knew that she was upset from catching him checking out Jennie. But, he stopped for more than just small talk today, so he proceeded with the rest of the reason. 

"Hey, Amy," Jim said, and Amy met his eyes. Jim felt guilt when he saw the anger on her face. "Um." He stumbled, suddenly nervous. "Would you like to go to the prom with me?"

The question was so unexpected that Amy's mouth literally fell open. Her brain failed to work for a precious minute, and Jim nearly thought that he had done something wrong. Finally, she said, "Yes, Jim. I would love to go to the prom."

All the anger and jealousy melted away. It was not just that he asked, it was his tone, his bearing - all which pointed to him caring about her saying yes. She put his arms around him and gave him a hug. She whispered, "thank you," into his ear. 

Jim hugged her back. And then they parted ways, going to their different classes. 

Amy walked down the hall a happy girl. She nearly skipped. And then she paused almost mid stride. Two kids behind her nearly collided with her. "I don't have a prom dress," was her thought. And she had no idea even how to shop for one. 

"Well, I am not going to let that problem get me down," she promised to herself, "I will approach it like all problems in my life. Rely on friends, do my research, form a plan, and execute the plan." She marched down the hall again. So full of energy that it nearly burst from her, she checked to make sure she was not radiating light from her skin. 

—-

"Jennie, can you go to the mall with me and help pick out a prom dress?" Amy asked on the phone.

"Sure," Jennie answered enthusiastically. "I need to get one for myself."

"Cool. Hey, could we do a little clothes shopping while we are there too? Jim thinks I could refresh my wardrobe a bit."

"Absolutely. I can help you out. We can shop for stuff I would buy, and then go a shade or two tamer."

Both girls laughed.

Later that evening they met at the local mall. Amy was a little nervous. She barely ever went clothes shopping, and she could not remember the last time she went with a friend. She was not sure what would seem cool to Jennie and what would be immature. Shaking her head, she put it mostly out of her mind.

They walked a bit past stores like Urban Outfitter that neither had any interest in visiting. They narrowed down their plan to include the bigger chain stores for prom dresses and some of the smaller teen stores for clothes.

"What do you want to try first?" Jennie asked. She was so excited that Amy could not help but smile at her.

"The immediate need is the dress, so let's go see what is available," Amy responded.

They found the nearest one, an upper-end department store that Amy doubted she could actually afford to buy a dress from if she liked one. Still, it helped to evaluate the options.

Dresses were evaluated and scoffed at, ridiculed and generally rejected out of hand. Amy held up one that was full length, covered with little yellow flowers, and both girls broke into laughter.

"Who wears these?" Amy asked.

Jennie waded deeper into the middle of a series of sequin dresses and pulled a blue one. She eyed it skeptically, but shrugged, "have to start somewhere".

Amy was off looking at some typical little black dresses. They were all cute and great for a fancy occasion, but they were not quite right for prom. "Hmmm, maybe the hot red one. It's pretty short though."

Jennie tapped her on the shoulder and handed her an even shorter blue sequin dress. "Go try this on." 

Amy's expression showed that she doubted it was her style.

"I'll find you a few options, but it always helps to get the ball rolling by trying something on. Besides, we can use it at least for sizing."

Sighing, Amy entered the fitting room, which was fairly close. She removed her baggy shirt and jeans and pulled the dress on. It was a tight fit, but from pictures, that was intentional. The zipper in back was difficult to fasten, so she called in Jennie. Meanwhile, she checked herself out in the mirror, and it wasn't bad. The bra she had on was all wrong for the dress, but one thing at a time.

Jennie entered carrying two gowns this time. Amy wondered how many things she would try on tonight. Instead of dreading it though, she set her mind to enjoy it. There was only so many times that you get to be the center of attention, and Jennie was so enthusiastic that it was contagious.

Seeing Amy's problem with the zipper, Jennie helped her. Then she took a couple steps back and appraised the outfit. "Turn around," she said. Amy did so.

"Hmmmm, it's actually way better than I thought. You have a nice butt, Amy, and the dress shows it off nicely."

Amy blushed, still facing away from Jennie. She felt Jennie's hands on her hips. And then her panties were tugged down to mid thigh before she even knew how to react. "What the heck, Jennie?" she said out loud. 

"Oh, sorry, Amy. That underwear is just horrible for that dress. The panty lines are in all the wrong places. I was checking out how it would appear without. And, I must say, it is pretty awesome! We are going to have to add underwear shopping to the list."

Reaching down, Amy pulled her underwear back into place. The temporary rush of air onto her bare pussy had shocked her. It had also, admittedly, made her just a bit wet. She hoped Jennie did not notice. For like the hundredth time in the last few days, she wondered what was wrong with her.

"Next time warn a girl first!" Amy said, but she was not really angry.

"For now, though, it would just be better to take them off." Jennie said, matter of fact.

Amy thought she was crazy. "But, I just can't," she started.

"Why not?" Jennie asked. They were in the dressing room, but Jennie turned her head both ways anyway. Hitching up her short skirt, she showed Amy that she had nothing underneath. Amy's mouth fell open.

"Wow," Amy said, "but that's so short!"

Jennie shrugged, "So what? Someone might see my butt. No big deal."

It was a difficult concept for Amy to grasp. Picturing walking around outside in a skirt like was like trying to imagine walking on the moon for her. It just was not in her thinking. Still, just a brief touch of the air recently had made her damp. What would it be like to do that all day? 

Amy recalled that Jennie had worn this very outfit to school. "Did you...", she paused, "I mean... All day? In school?"

Jennie started to laugh. "No, I have only done that once. It was quite the experience, by the way. You should try it. I took them off before coming to the mall. Just to spice things up a little." The twinkle in Jennie's eyes made Amy smile with her.

Amy debated while Jennie went off to find her a couple more dresses. She examined the pink frilly gown that she had brought and thought it was pretty. The neckline was impressively low, but the length fell below the knee. It was an interesting compromise. Plus, it was not as super tight as the blue sequin. So, she pulled one off and pulled the gown over her head, adjusting it downward. When she got to her waist, she made a quick impulsive decision and took her underwear off. Quickly, she tucked it into her purse before anyone could see, forming a ball.

Jennie barged in just as she was dropping the gown over her naked bottom. In fact, Amy may have just mooned her, for all she knew. Jennie came back empty handed.

"Well, I think that is just about the selection we have for this store. Let's see how this pink one looks." She again had Amy turn around. "Nice! It really frames your body well. That Jim is a lucky guy."

Amy blushed again. 

"Could you bend over just a bit towards me?" Jennie asked.

Confused, Amy complied. 

Jennie had her hand up to her cheek, her neck bent slightly. Amy felt like a museum piece. "Not bad. Your boobs would be great in it, but you would have to either wear a push up bra or go without. Not sure it's your style."

The last gown was a bit of a mixture of the first two. It was a slightly pinkish red with some sequins sewn in around the neck line and at the shoulders. Amy thought it was really pretty. The length was mid thigh and it was nearly as tight as the blue one. She peeled off the pink gown and reached for the red. That was when she remembered that she had no underwear on and Jennie smirked when she saw.

"You go girl. Isn't it just so, I dunno, naughty?"

Amy looked everywhere in the room except at Jennie's face. Her cheeks were surely red as the new gown, if not more. In her haste to be covered, she reached for it and dropped it on the floor. When she bent over to retrieve it, Jennie gave a low whistle.

"Damn, that's a fine ass," in a lone tone, almost as if she had not realized she was speaking aloud.

Amy ignored the comment, pretending she did not hear it. In a flurry of furious movement, Amy stepped into the gown and pulled it up. Oddly, her lower regions were extremely sensitive. Her awareness of the area grew, her pulse quickened, and her nipples hardened. Amy was nearly frantic as she yanked it up to her shoulders and turned around. "Zip please," she pleaded.

Jennie moved behind her and put her hands on Amy's sides a fraction of second too long before she started to zip. There was definitely a certain electricity in the air and the room suddenly was too small for the both of them.

"Oh wow, Amy! It's beautiful." 

Using the two mirrors, Amy spied a girl she barely recognized as herself. The dress hugged her perfectly. It was tight in the midsection and back, with a modest amount of cleavage. The glitter and the color all made for a great effect. And in her current state, she could see two points clearly through the fabric. She definitely had a winner. 

"Sigh. I doubt I can actually afford this," Amy said, searching for the price tag. "Why is it always so difficult to find a price?"

"So that you fall in love with it before you can," Jennie answered.

They found it and with her eyes half closed, Amy flipped over the tag. "Actually, this is not horrible. It's at the edge of what I wanted to spend, but if I save up for a couple weeks, I can do it," Amy said.

The grin on Jennie's face was huge. She was nearly bouncing. "What?" Amy asked.

"I pulled this off the 40% rack. I think we found your dress, Amy!" Both girls hugged, squealing in delight. Jennie helped Amy unzip and she tugged the gown off. Once again, Amy was embarrassed to be bottomless, but also... was that excited? Yes, she definitely was aroused. All this play with being exposed and then covered and then exposed had turned her on. She could not deny it.

"Let's go clothes shopping." Jennie said.

Amy was digging around in her purse for her underwear, and Jennie said, "Commando, girl. Let's go!" 

Shrugging, Amy pulled on her baggy jeans. You could not even tell from the outside anyway. Still, the jeans rubbed her most intimate area in a way she had not felt before. It certainly was not helping calm her down from the aroused state.

They bought Amy's dress. "What about your dress, Jennie?"

"It's OK, I have a dozen in my closet that I could use. Let's get you a new wardrobe and we can circle back if we have time."

Giggling their way through the mall, they stopped at Pink. Amy headed for the more modest underwear, but Jennie steered her another way. She stopped at a table covered with thong panties. "This is what you need, Amy." 

"Do you think so?" Amy asked, "I have never..."

"Yes, that is why you brought me along. Let's get you a few while you are here. Hmmm... ," she quickly cycled through pairs, setting aside the ones with strings in the back or see through lace in the front. All together, she had gathered seven distinct pairs.

"Which should I get?" Amy asked.

"Oh, you get them all, Amy." She wondered what it would be like to wear such skimpy underwear. The thought added to her excitement.

"Why seven?"

"Duh! For each day of the week, silly," Jennie answered. "Now let's find a few for me." Rifling through the selection, she picked the skimpiest pairs. She may as well have none on for a few of them. One particular pair had just a tiny string down the back and a tiny white triangle in front.

"Do you like?" Jennie asked, holding them up and drawing the attention of a couple people nearby.

Amy made her way to the cash register before her embarrassment got completely out of hand. All of these people were strangers; otherwise it would have been nearly unbearable. "I cannot believe Jennie!" Amy thought. She was not mortified at her friend, however. It was more pride. Secretly, she wished that she could be so free with her body and ignore everyone else, including prudish society at large.

"Would it be OK if I put one of these on?" Amy asked.

"Sure, go for it. How about this red pair?" Jennie said.

Amy nodded and went inside the dressing room. She pulled off her jeans and her labia were swollen. Her fingers ran along them slowly and she savored the sensation. How wet she was! Almost unconsciously she touched her clit and rubbed. It felt so good, sending little waves of pleasure throughout her whole body. She heard a rustle of fabric and Jennie was barging in the room with her.

"Hey, do you mind if I put mine on..." Jennie stopped, staring down at Amy's hand which was cupping her private area. Even though Amy had quickly removed her finger from her magic spot, from the expression on Jennie's face, it was not soon enough. 

Jennie didn't say a word though, just shrugged and pulled out her new purchase. The intense light from her eyes was unnerving. Amy was nearly certain that Jennie was also aroused. When Jennie put her underwear on, she lifted her skirt briefly, showing Amy her completely shaved mons before pulling them up tight. 

Her friend saw the question on Amy's face that she was too afraid to ask. "Oh, I always keep it shaved. It completely turns on the guys. And me too!" 

Amy had the picture engrained in her mind of Jennie's shaved pussy. Just using the words "shaved pussy" in her head shocked her. It, indeed, was incredibly sexy somehow. The skin must feel wonderful smooth and bare, and when the breeze hit it, wow!




Education of Amy Ch. 02



There was again the incredible tension in the room. It almost seemed as if Jennie was poised, waiting. The vibrations were definitely odd and exhilarating. For just an instant, Amy had this incredible urge to kiss her. She had never experienced anything like it in her short life. It was just a brief moment and she chickened out completely, nearly jogging out of the changing room before it got really weird.

The shopping continued to skirts. Jennie picked out a few for her that were mid-thigh and loose or higher and super tight. Amy was tired, she let Jennie basically talk her into getting things she normally would never have considered. And when her friend helped her pull one on or take the next one off, it made her head spin until she was nearly in a surreal daze. Her shopping budget was blown for nearly a year, but she had so many cute outfits. 

At the end of the night, Jennie also bought some outfits. For each of them, she would try it on and show Amy. They all were just hot and bold. They made Amy's choices seem tame by comparison, which helped her rationalize buying and eventually wearing them. Amy was so grateful for the help that she hugged her friend. 

==

The prom was in a town about thirty minutes away because the small high school only had a gym that was big enough, and the prom committee vetoed it. All the kids in school seemed to be getting a limo, so Amy asked Jennie if she would go so that they could split the cost four ways. Her friend readily agreed. "It will be fun!"

"Who are you taking, by the way?" Amy asked.

"I'm going with Brad," Jennie answered.

"But, didn't you break up with him a few weeks back?"

"Kind of," Jennie smiled. "We still fuck on occasion. We are definitely friends with benefits."

"Jennie!" Amy said, pretending to be shocked, but knowing full well how her friend liked to, as they say, "get around".

They all agreed to rent the limo. Since it was a substantial cost for four high school students, they also decided it would work to drive a bit out of the way, so they could enjoy the ride a bit more. 

"Maybe even grab some champagne," Jennie suggested.

"My mom would kill me. But, you are welcome to drink," Amy said.

The big night arrived and Amy slipped on her newly bought lace bra and the pink see through thong. She was a young woman tonight and she wanted to believe it. The reflection in the mirror was sexy and it gave her courage. She thought about a pair of panty hose, but felt her legs were awesome just as they were. 

Next came the gown itself and again she was exhilarated to wear such a sophisticated garment. When her mother saw her, she misted up a bit.

"Oh Amy, you are so grown up!" she said. "Let me help you with your makeup."

They spent some time with Amy's mother applying a light coating of blush, eye liner, eye shadow, and finally lip stick. Her mother was great at picking the colors to highlight her dress and bring out her eyes. In the end, Amy could barely recognize herself. She was beautiful! She gave her mother a quick hug and thanked her.

The limo arrived with Jim. The driver opened the door and she climbed in. It was bigger than she expected, with space for at least eight people in back. They were going to have plenty of room to spread out. Jim's face was all that Amy wanted. His eyes went up and down and his lips pursed and then smiled. All the work to pick out the dress and get ready was worth it. 

"You are gorgeous," Jim said.

Amy had a huge smile on her face. They rode to Jennie's house. Brad was already with her when they arrived. Again the doors opened and the new arrivals climbed in. It was clear they had started to drink a bit before being picked up. Jennie had a brown bag with a bottle of champagne inside. They were both obviously feeling it a little.

It did not take long for Jennie to start kissing Brad. He returned her advances enthusiastically, even with the other couple sitting so close. Amy and Jim found each other awkwardly trying not to watch while being less than five feet away. They talked, but the conversation didn't flow and there were lots of uncomfortable silences.

Jim tentatively held Amy's hand. She thought it was a nice gesture. They both sat back and watched as Jennie and Brad kissed. "Was it getting hot in here?" Amy thought.

The limo pulled up to the venue, which was another high school's function room rented out for a steep discount for the night. Jennie and Brad reluctantly separated, giggling. Amy and Jim rolled theirs eyes and got out. They all entered the building together. It was decorated in their school colors. Amy thought the committee had done a decent job with it.

They sat down and chatted for a bit, and then dinner was served. Jim had the beef dish and Amy had the chicken and they traded a bite. It was a cute date and they were all having a good time. After dinner, the music got louder and conversation was nearly impossible. One by one couples went out to the dance floor. Amy waited expectantly for Jim to take her out, but he just watched.

Foot tapping and mental gymnastics only kept her entertained for so long. There were masses of dancing kids on the dance floor. She did not want to be one of the boring couples sitting and watching. She cleared her throat. Jim glanced at her and went back to dance voyeuring. 

Finally, she had enough of waiting. "Dance?" she asked.

Jim shook his head.

"Really? Why not?" Amy asked.

"I don't dance," was all he said.

Amy sat with her arms crossed and fumed. Were they expected to watch for hours and then go home? He could do that, but she certainly was not going to do so. She rose and went over to Jim. "Well, you can sit here if you want, but I am going."

She found Jennie on the dance floor. Jennie was jumping up and down and nearly falling out of her dress. Typical Jennie. The music was in the midst of an eighties block, with "Thriller" as the current tune. Amy joined them and started to dance. It was more difficult in her high heels. She found herself stumbling a bit. Heels were definitely not her thing.

It was great to move to the music. From ice skating and just dancing around her house, Amy had some moves. A couple of times, she caught Brad peering at her. "Any why not?" she thought in her head. "I am beautiful tonight!" Her arms went up above her head as her confidence grew and she lost herself on the dance floor.

This was prom, and so after just a few fast songs, they started a slow song, "Unforgettable", the Nate King Cole duo with his daughter. It was a good combo. Two-by-two, couples started to sway, some dropping out to sit down (Amy suspected those people came to the dance as friends). Amy was the odd one out, so she returned back to the table. For exactly one song, she watched couples romantically sway. 

Near the end of the song, she said in Jim's ear, "Please dance with me. It's easy for the slow tunes. I'll show you."

Jim's face set into a hard mask that said "no", but then he saw that she was nearly crying. His resolve or embarrassment or whatever reluctance broke and he nodded. They got up and hit the floor just in time for "Heaven" from Brian Adams. "Wow, they really are hitting the 80's hard tonight," Amy said to Jim, putting his arms on her waist. Jim laughed, relaxing just a little. She put her arms around his neck.

"Now, we can do the easy thing. Take a step with your right foot and then your left. One two ... one two. Trace a bit of a circle. We'll keep it easy."

Jim's head was down, watching his feet. They stepped in sync around a pretty tight circle. The floor was crowded, so it was perfect. Many other couples were doing the simple circle thing, so they did not stand out.

"That's pretty simple," Jim said.

They circled towards Jennie and Brad, who were pressed tightly together. Amy laughed to herself. She wondered if they would start humping right in front of everyone.

Jim saw the other couple and figured he could do it if they did, so he pulled Amy in closer. The next song started, another slow one, and Amy could sense him relax, and enjoy it. He reached up under her chin and kissed her lightly, and it was wonderful. All the anger that had been building during the night from his stubbornness melted away. In fact, something else was melting. She could not believe her body's instant and strong reaction to such a simple kiss.

"Mmmm," she moaned, not even realizing she said it aloud.

The arms around her pulled her in even more. He kissed her again, this time a long, slow, tongue one that lit her whole body up with little bits of pleasure. That is when she noticed the hard lump pressing against her. He had an erection. At first it scared her a little, but soon it just became hot as hell to know he wanted her so obviously.

Jim rubbed his erection into her and she kissed him deeper, savoring how her nipples felt pressed against his hard chest. She wondered what it would feel like to have that hard cock inside her soaked pussy. Because, right now, she was a puddle. 

One more slow dance, and Jim was caressing her lightly with his hands. "Oh my god, that is awesome," she thought as he gripped her hips, moved them along the outside of her waist, and headed toward her ass. Naturally, she expected him to stop short but they went down and gripped her cheeks through her dress briefly. Shocked, she looked at Jim's face, and he was smiling. It was hard to be angry at him. 

"Oh wow, Amy, your ass is absolutely amazing," he whispered in her ear. He pressed even closer, she did not think that was possible, but it was. "I have to ask though, because I have to know."

Amy waited. She was very aware of his erection and how it made her want something more. What that "more" was still yet to be determined.

"When I felt you," Jim started, "I didn't feel anything under. Are you...?"

Amy was laughing, "Commando?"

Jim nodded.

Amy shook her head. "But I am wearing a sexy thong," she breathed into his ear. She had surprised even herself that she had divulged this information. Jim kissed her deeply again and they forgot to dance momentarily. It was difficult not to grind her pussy against his thigh. It wanted contact badly, her vulva being swollen and sensitive.

The song ended and a fast one came on. Amy broke away, reluctantly. "Oh wow, you can totally see his bulge," she said to herself.

She danced, working off some of the pent up energy. To her delight, Jim joined her. He was stiff and awkward, but he did it anyway. It was obvious he did it for her, and she was touched. 

They danced most of the rest of the night, alternating between fast and slow. From all the touching and close contact, kissing and pressing up against Jim's erection, Amy was a hot mess of hormones. She could start to see why people dated now!

Amy gathered Jennie and Brad after the music had finally stopped and the prom was over. They got everyone back in the limo again. It seemed the other couple had finished the bottle they had brought, because they were both noticeably drunk and the bag was long gone. They decided to still drive back the long way. Almost before the limo started moving, Jennie and Brad started making out. Jim and Amy laughed quietly.

But when Brad commenced necking with Jennie, and her breathing became obviously labored, the mood definitely shifted away from funny. Despite being normally adverse to public displays of affection, Amy could not help but watch. Maybe it was the left over hormones from the dance, but she was becoming aroused watching Jennie and her date. She could tell that Jim was acutely interested also.

Jennie wrapped her leg around Brad's and pressed herself into him. Her short dress was losing containment of her breasts and more and more leg was exposed every moment. Brad was taking advantage of the exposed skin to trail his lips closer and closer to Jennie's heaving breasts. It was definitely getting hotter in here!

Jim, meanwhile, tentatively put his arm around Amy and gave her a squeeze. She responded by snuggling against him, putting her arm under her so she could get closer. She could tell that her breast was pressing onto his bare arm. It was not an unpleasant sensation. Jim again lifted her chin and gently started to kiss her. She alternated between doing soft gentle kisses and watching the other couple, getting more excited.

Amy was not even sure Jennie and Brad cared any more who was watching. It was like they were in their own little world. She saw Jennie's touch reach down between Brad's legs and stroke his obvious hardness. The erotic naughtiness made Amy catch her breath. Jim glanced over and smiled, returning to kiss Amy's neck. That's when he started to rub the bare skin of her back, which sent gentle waves of happiness through her body.

Jennie and Brad were breathing harder now. His head was practically buried in between her breasts, kissing her cleavage line and his tongue flicked out, which caused her back to arch. Amy was sure that her tits were going to pop out any second. It was incredibly hot, especially when Jennie started to obviously stroke Brad's hardness through his pants. Jennie whispered in Brad's ear and quite deliberately unzipped his pants. If before Amy had been somewhat interested, now she was intently focused on just how far Jennie would go.

Whatever Jennie had whispered, Brad actually appeared to hesitate, glancing at Amy and Jim and blushing. He turned back to Jennie and shook his head slightly. Jennie responded by kissing him again, rubbing herself into him and reaching her hand inside his zipper. Amy could sense Brad tense as Jennie made contact with what must be his bare cock.

Meanwhile, Jim had expanded the territory of his roving, brushing against the sides of her breasts. Each time he went from her shoulder to her waist, Amy would close her eyes and snuggle against him hard. She could not believe how bold she was being, but it was nothing compared to the couple across the way.

And then Amy saw Brad lay his palm tentatively on Jennie's leg, stroking her thigh. He kept it there, and she could tell Jim had joined her in being a voyeur. Brad ran his palm up, on the outside, and then back to the inside of her knee. Jennie definitely responded, squirming in her seat. Jennie suddenly took his hand and instead of removing it as Amy thought she was going to do, she put it firmly between her legs. As she did, she opened them wide enough for both Amy and Jim to notice that, for one, she was not wearing anything beneath her dress, and for two, she was completely shaven.

Jennie, meanwhile, had reached in and pulled Brad's erection completely from his pants. He was momentarily shocked, but when her hand covered it and started to stroke it, he lost whatever modesty was left. His passion was such that he removed one of her barely covered breasts and began to suck her nipple. Between that and his fingers stroking her pussy, Jennie was completely lost in the moment. She did have enough presence of mind to meet Amy's gaze and wink at her. Amy smiled. Jennie was not as quite as drunk and unaware as she thought. 

Amy stared at Brad's cock with bright eyes. She had never seen one in person before, especially one so big and hard. It was difficult to tear her eyes off of it.

It was intensely erotic to see the two of them get it on, so when Jim kissed her again, she melted against him. His hand wandered to her abdomen, and she tensed, but he laid it flat and only moved it slightly. His kissing intensified and he leaned in, putting just a little weight on her. Amy liked that a lot. She broke contact with his lips for a moment and stared over his shoulder. What she saw made her gasp.

Jennie had shifted away from Brad to the next seat. She was lying across the empty seat in between them and had her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking it right out in the open. The sucking occurred with gusto and the way Brad leaned back and closed his eyes, thrusting his hips, you could tell he was enjoying it.

Jim saw also and grinned. He kissed Amy's neck, knowing that she was watching Jennie blow Brad and counting on that being a double turn on. Amy tensed again, but this time from her body's strong reaction to something she never had counted on: a neck kiss being extremely erotic. 

With the double excitement of watching and having this new thing, Amy hardly noticed when Jim started stroking her again, his territory on her abdomen increasing to just below her breasts. It all felt so wonderful. Brad had such a long thick cock. Amy was surprised that Jennie could get it into her mouth as much as she did. And for the first time, she noticed how Brad was watching her in return, focused on Jim's hand that had strayed dangerously close to her breasts. Strangely, this did not make her shy. Instead, it made her even more aroused.

There was a faint, far away voice in Amy's head that was shouting that things were getting out of control. It was the ghost of her mother and her inner angel that protected her innocence. At the moment, it was a distant thing compared to how much she was wet, tingling.

Her breast felt a pressure, and she noticed that Jim was feeling her up through her dress. 

"Mmmm," she said involuntarily.

Jim put more weight on her, and his other hand moved to just inside her knee. It was active almost immediately, which had the dual affect of making her arch her back in pleasure and increasing the volume of that inner voice that was shouting warnings.

Jennie had stopped sucking Brad, which helped to defog her brain a bit. But then she was hitching up her skirt, backing into Brad, and she wouldn't! Amy's gasp filled the limo as Jennie lowered herself right onto Brad's cock. For a couple of seconds, Amy could actually see it move in and out of her pussy, and then her skirt fell to cover the action. She could not believe that her friend was actually fucking in the limo while they watched. 

It was all too much. Jim reached her inner thigh and kept climbing. Amy's breath was coming in rapid gasps, and she was not sure if she was having an asthma attack. It was so intense. She thought it had reached the breaking point, and that's when she felt a hand outside her panties, petting her from outside. Her body responded immediately and her mind's voice was temporarily silenced in favor of pure sensation.

Amy was wondering, worrying, that she would lose her virginity right here, right now, in the back of this limo. It made her heart race and her pussy grow swollen, which made it even more difficult to resist the persistent petting. When she had not removed the invading force, Jim quickly decided to claim new territory. He slid a finger inside the edge of her skimpy, see through lace panties and pulled them away. The next thing she knew, her clit was being gently massaged.

"Oh my god, that is amazing."

The other couple was busy in their own world. Brad had Jennie's breast in his hand, caressing her nipple. At the apex of her rise, Amy could see where they met, and how the bottom of Brad's shaft was slick with Jennie's wetness. In and out, up and down, and then Jennie would grind down every so often. It was intense and she knew Jim was watching too. The combination of her clit manipulation and watching was building up a pressure inside of her.

That inner voice was not silenced, though, and it started to make sense. "You don't want to lose your virginity this way, Amy. You want your first time to be romantic, memorable. This is more like a Penthouse Forum article."

Her body was on fire so thoroughly that she resisted this voice for a few more seconds. It climbed towards orgasm, her pussy yearning to explode. There was so much temptation for her to let it go and have natural response take over. If she was going to do something, it had to be now.

She reached down and stopped Jim. "Sorry, Jim, but I'm not ready."




Education of Amy Ch. 02



Jim went from pure arousal to hurt to angry in just a couple heartbeats. He studied her face and saw the resolution that the moment was over. His face contorted and he turned away.

Jennie saw the interaction and decided to finish up, thrusting herself down hard on Brad's cock. He tensed, and everyone could see that he was cumming inside of her. It lasted way longer than Amy could have imagined. When Jennie finally lifted herself off, she could see a slick white coating on Brad's cock briefly and some dripping from her. Amy was regretting her decision to stop Jim. Her pussy needed to be touched so badly right now!

The other couple separated and Jim was sulkily gazing out of the window. Amy could not think of anything to say, so they rode in silence for five more tense minutes. She was afraid he was going to break up with her, but she was also mad that he was being such a baby. 

"Maybe I'll end it," Amy thought, and it was becoming a stronger idea in her mind.

They dropped off Brad and Jennie, both staggering out of the limo, presumably to fuck some more. Again, silence filled the limo. Amy's emotions were definitely swinging strongly towards anger. She had made up her mind by the time they reached his house.

"Jim, we have to talk...", she said, stepping out of the car with him.

"OK, Amy, but first." He paused, and she nearly talked over him so that he could not be the one to say the words. Her anger was hot, and she wanted to do it, but he was acting strangely, so she did not.

Amy was sinking into depression. Her first boyfriend, and it was already over. She sighed.

Jim looked away. "I have to apologize, Amy. I got so caught up with Jennie and Brad, I forgot how new you are to this." 

To say Amy was surprised would be an understatement. She was studying Jim's face, still turned away, trying to make sure he was not playing with her in some twisted way. He was not, she could tell.

He met her eyes. "I am sorry I went too far. And I'm sorry I was a jerk after."

The anger in Amy's body bled out of her. She punched him lightly in the arm. "You were a jerk!" she said, but with a grin. 

There was a tentative smile from Jim in return. Amy said, "But, I understand. I crashed pretty hard myself, you know."

Jim was astounded. "Really?"

"Yep," she said. She stepped up to him and planted a long slow kiss on his lips. "I just need time."

Jim thought about this. They rode in silence again, but it was not as awkward. She tentatively held out her hand and he held it.

Jim nodded. "OK, I will try to be patient. Anyway, I had a good night overall."

He squeezed her hand.

"Me too. Thank you, Jim." 

They parted ways and Amy went up to her bedroom. She had such a roller coaster of a day with all the different emotions and experiences. Her mind and body were exhausted, but images of what Jennie and Brad had been doing kept her up for longer than she expected. "It was all pretty hot," Amy thought. "I wonder if I could ever do that." She laughed to herself, "of course not!" She drifted off to sleep and had some interesting dreams...



Education of Amy Ch. 03



Amy drifted off to sleep, mostly from exhaustion from the all the night's activities. Almost immediately she began to dream. Her body was already so keyed up from the erotic moments that her nipples hardened against her thin nightgown and her lower region became wet.

She was watching Jenny suck Brad's thick cock again in the limo. This time, she was not shy about it. Her eyes were fixed on the girthy member and she licked her lips. It was so incredibly naughty to be that close to a naked penis being serviced like that! Jenny could be such a tramp sometimes.

Jenny's tongue licked from the top of Brad's penis all the down the side of his shaft and to the base of his balls. Her hand wrapped around him and tugged. Brad's head went back and he breathed hard and fast, obviously enjoying the attention. And then she licked his scrotum and he pushed his hips forward.

"Mmmmm," he groaned.

In her mind, Jenny melted away and Amy shifted to a first person view. It was her with Brad's cock in her hand, on her knees in the limo. She admired it close up, feeling the large vein that ran up the length of it. Closer and closer she got, sticking out her tongue tentatively and licking the tip. She could taste the sweet saltiness of his precum and her mouth stretched trying to accommodate it. She never knew it could be so big around, it barely fit. When she found it difficult to wrap her lips around him, she instead licked slowly up his shaft. 

Jenny and Jim watched, which only turned her on. She boldly put her hand around the shaft and jerked him off, giving a good show to her spectators. She remembered how Jenny had done it and tried to mimic her actions. Getting bolder, she even tentatively licked his balls, and Brad groaned in response.

Sucking on Brad's cock was so enticing. She could not believe how much her body responded to the sensation of a penis inside her mouth, a tongue tracing the veins, the taste and smells. It was amazing. It brought her to another place, higher and higher, where all that existed was the needs of her body and the excitement of bringing someone else pleasure.

Brad put his hand on her bare thigh like Jim had earlier in the night. This time, she spread her legs wide immediately, encouraging him, needing him to touch her. She was so fired up, it was easy to lose control. His fingers found her bare pussy under her skirt. She was not even wearing any panties! It was wanton and she was absolutely drenched when his digits found their way inside. 

Her audience stared at the display and Jim stroked himself openly as he watched. It made her mad with desire. She could only imagine the view that she presented, with her skirt hitched up to her waist and Brad's fingers moving in and out of her. She spread her legs, hoping to give a better view. Jim licked his lips in appreciation and Jenny stared. It was intense.

When Brad's fingers found her clit, it was an exquisite pleasure. Her breathing got labored, her pulse quickened. It was like a pressure was building inside of her. A hunger growing from her pussy. She wanted something to fill her up, to stretch her in ways she had never been before. She pulled harder on Brad's cock, thinking that it would do nicely for the task. It was like she was encouraging it, simulating what it might be like to fill her. "Would it fit?", she wondered.

In her dream, the scene suddenly changed. Brad had disappeared, and with him, his beautiful cock that she was hoping to fill her aching need. Instead, she was in her bedroom and Jim was lying on top of her. Brad and Jenny were nowhere to be seen, though she thought she heard grunting nearby. "I bet they are having sex in the next room," she thought.

Jim had his naked penis pointed at her waiting pussy. She gasped when she saw it, full of need. Her control was completely gone, her desire was more than she could take. Unlike in real life, her body and mind were ready and she wanted it now!

"Do me, Jim" she cried in her dream. Jim was more than happy to oblige, thrusting inside of her, bottoming out in one swift stroke. Pleasure rocked her body. She was climbing to orgasm as he thrust inside her. 

In real life, Amy's body writhed around on the bed, entangling her in sheets. They snagged between her legs, causing a rubbing sensation. Her body instinctively continued the movement, which made the sensation even stronger.

If before she was turned on by the fingers inside her, she was completely out of control with a hard dick moving in and out of her. Her back arched, her chest and hard nipples stretching upward. When his mouth started to suckle her breast, she thought she would explode soon. 

But, suddenly their surroundings changed again. They were now in school, and Jim was walking away down the hall. He was walking away from her. She stamped her foot! How could he leave her when she was so close! She was wearing no clothes. Stark naked in the middle of school, she quickly ducked into a door.

She found herself in a classroom, blinded by the sunlight streaming in through the window. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she moved her head around, only to find Mr. Kallens sitting at his desk. He stared at her naked body. His face conveyed a certain shock at seeing her there, naked. 

At first, Amy made a fig leaf in front of her pussy with her hand and arm across her chest. It was so embarrassing. She searched franticly for clothes of any kind. But she saw the lust in Mr. Kallens' eyes and it made her body all flush. She was drawn towards him, moving closer through the power of dreams. Her arms dropped to her sides. She sauntered towards him, her naked body swaying. In her dream, her sex was shaven completely. Her slit glistened with wetness.

He pushed the papers off his desk. He grabbed her hips, kissing her neck and pulling her close. She was putty in the hands of a man that knew what he was doing and was not afraid to take control. He laid Amy on her back on the desk, pulling her legs onto his shoulders. His hard cock was suddenly free. He teased her lips with it, running up and down her slit. When she almost could take no more teasing, he pushed it inside her. "Wow, that is amazing," Amy thought, "he knows just how to give me what I need."

Mr. Kallens thrust inside of her, grunting. Pulling her hips, he pressed his balls into her lips. The students in the class were making appreciative crowd noises, "Where did they come from?" Amy thought, but she did not care. In fact, it was making her go higher to have so many people watching.

He started thrusting in earnest, she grunted and sighed. Her cries grew from whispers to shouts as a real man fucked her. He turned her this way and that, forward and on her knees. Each change increased her need and exposed more of her to the students. When he spun her so that she sat on his cock, facing the classroom, she was completely exposed to everyone. Her whole body was covered with sweat and as the students started to chant "fuck her, fuck her" she gasped!

She could see herself from the audience, fucking Mr. Kallens, watching as his cock split her swollen, shaved pussy and disappeared deep inside. Her breasts bobbed up and down. His hands pinched her nipples, they were rock hard. From the sheen on his cock, she knew that her body was soaked. She moaned in pleasure.

She must have shouted out loud in real life, because it woke her up. Amy was so close to orgasm. Her fingers yanked her panties to the side and pushed their way into her pussy. She recalled her dream, which was swiftly fading away.

"Do me," she whispered. "Do me teacher!"

Her body convulsed as the vivid image of her teacher emptying himself into her sprang full formed into her mind. The orgasm washed through her body liked a tidal wave. Her imaginary audience clapped in appreciation and it made her blush.

"Wow, that was incredible," she thought. As her orgasm receded, she worried about her dream. Why had she thought of her teacher? Why had the people watching turned her on? Was she a pervert? It worried her, but the warm afterglow soothed her to a blissful sleep.

——

The next day, she wore a dress, slightly demur but not the shapeless outfit she used to wear. It was above the knees, white with medium sized yellow flowers. She felt "cute" and "pretty". Neither "hot" nor "sexy" fit; she slipped on a pair thong panties so that she would at least have a secret that was naughty. 

She rushed out the door, walking a bit faster as she was running a bit late this morning. Smiling, she recalled how tired she was from both the prom and the dreams. "Wow, my mind was working overtime last night. I guess that is what happens when you go to sleep horny!" She chuckled to herself and crossed the street. 

Her dress caught the wind of a passing car and tried to fly up. She had to catch it with her hand and hold it. The fabric was a bit more airy than she was used to regularly.

"Oh my," she thought, "I just nearly flashed that car my almost bare bottom." It made her grab the dress just a bit tighter and slow down just a tad, all in an effort to maintain her modesty.

"What if I had shown that driver my ass?" she thought. Oddly, this made her body tingle, especially down at her midsection. 

The rest of the walk went fairly smoothly, though the wind did try to catch her dress more than once. This was not distressing. What bothered her slightly that a couple of those times she had let it go briefly, daring the wind to do its best to expose her. "Oh well, it's just a harmless game. No harm, no foul." 

She spent most of the day in a bit of a sleep deprived fog. She arrived at Social Studies and could not wait until it ended so she could relax at lunch. But first, she had to get through boring Mr. Firth's class. He droned on, as usual, but she managed to not fall asleep by some minor miracle. "At least the class is relaxing," she thought.

The next period bell rang and the kids shuffled out, heading to lunch. There was a built in buffer to let people get to lunch from all around the building. Since Mr. Firth's class was close to the cafeteria, Amy was in no rush to go anywhere. Her thoughts were instead on the previous night and if she dared to ask advice from Mr. Kallens about her situation with Jim.

She stood up and crossed over to the window, not really paying attention to the empty field outside, but going over what had happened in her mind. The sun streamed in through the window, making her squint, but warming her body. It helped calm her nerves.

Mr. Firth sat at his desk and continued to grade papers. It was not unusual for Amy to hang out after his class, so he did not pay her much attention. When he happened to glance other standing at the window, his heart nearly skipped a beat. Amy was lit up by the light from the window, and her dress was almost transparent. He could clearly see her body right through it. And, as his eyes drifted downward, that she was wearing a thong. "Wow, I never knew Amy had such a nice ass," he thought, ogling her behind.

Amy was oblivious to the attention from the teacher. She continued to be lost in her thoughts, recalling the end of the limo ride when Jim had taken it just a little over the line. Although she felt it went beyond what she was ready to do, part of the experience was exciting. Her nipples hardened remembering it, though she did not notice.

The teacher, on the other hand, noticed immediately. Her pink bra and thin dress did little to hide the stiffened nipples. The cloth was backlit and he even saw little flowers on her bra. His cock became rigid watching her, and he rubbed it under the desk.

"Aaaah," Amy yawned, stretching her arms up and flexing her back. The dress rose a few inches and the stretch lifted her breasts. Mr. Firth's mouth opened. He never realized this frumpy girl could be this sexy. The stroking under the desk picked up steam, especially when she came down from the stretch and leaned against the glass, pushing out her delicious posterior towards him.

Amy knew she had to go to lunch, but she was undecided about asking Mr. Kallens for advice. The thing was, she was not happy and she did not know what to do. She liked having a boyfriend and was observing a side of Jim that she had not before. But, he had taken advantage of every pause to push her boundaries, without necessarily checking with her first, and she did not want to do anything she wasn't ready for yet.

While she contemplated, Mr. Firth checked his surroundings and noticed no one else was around. He reached down and put his hand inside his pants, grasping his bare cock and moving it so that he could stroke it more easily. It all happened under his desk, which had a privacy panel, so he was not overly worried about being caught. Instead, he fantasized about pulling down that thong and bending her over his desk. Lifting up her dress...

Amy made her decision to trust Mr. Kallens at his word. She would tell him about the situation and he could give her advice. Her shoulders fell, releasing the tension she did not know had built up. She turned and grabbed the things off her desk to leave. 

Briefly, she met the teacher's eyes. He had the oddest expression on his face, she could not place it. Then he turned his attention to the papers on his desk and she thought he looked ... guilty? Sheepish? That did not make sense, she must be imagining it. She grabbed her stuff and left.

Mr. Firth breathed a sigh of relief. Still, his cock demanded attention. The image of pulling up Amy's dress still hung in his mind. He pictured doing her right on his desk, the ultimate teacher fantasy. Quickly, he grabbed a tissue off his desk, just in time to catch the load of cum bubbling up from his balls and exploding outward. His whole body tensed and he had little spots in his vision. 

"Damn," he muttered, heading to the teacher's bathroom to cleanup just a bit more. 

Amy went to lunch, resolved to chat with Mr Kallens after school. She did not know quite what to say and it made her nervous, but she was determined to get the advice about how to deal with Jim's boundary pushing behavior. She hoped that he would help her decide what to do next.

—-

Amy found herself backpedaling at full speed. Mr. Kallens had an angry frown and was working himself up into a lather. "I will help you, Amy. We can go to the police together. It's ok, you are just the victim here."

"Police?" she said, desperately. "Whoa, whoa, Mr. Kallens, it's not as bad as you think..." She could tell that he thought she was lying. It occurred to her at that moment that he was just being a protector and if she did not stop him now, it was going be a huge problem.

"Honestly, Mr. Kallens, calm down," she said it in such a level tone that he stopped pacing and his frown turned into puzzlement.

"When I said he touched me and that I was not ready, it was after a progression of stuff." Amy started, blushing.

Mr. Kallens' face was stern. "Give me the full story."

Amy rushed out a few broken, unordered events. There was something about Brad and Jennie getting frisky and Jim groping her breast and... 

"Whoa, whoa, Amy. Take it slow, start from the beginning." 

He sat down beside her, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder briefly. It helped settle her. She took a deep breath. "Well, it started on the limo ride to the prom. Jennie and Brad were necking and..."

Slowly, steadily, Amy told of their journey to the prom and dancing. Every once in awhile, Mr. Kallens would ask a question. "How did that make you feel?" and "Exactly where did he touch you?". The questions helped her to remember the moments, picture it in her mind. She could even recall how aroused she had become embracing Jim, though at first she did not tell her teacher.

"Wow, Amy, that sounds like big steps for you. Can I ask you a personal question?" 

She nodded.

"Did your body respond at all to this?"

Amy paused, averting her eyes. "Yes, I was pretty worked up." 

Mr. Kallens nodded, a certain shine in his eye that had not been there before. He was close enough to smell a whiff of fragrance from her, probably from some form of skin lotion. That combined with the hint of a lace pink bra peeking out of her lower than normal cut blouse was definitely distracting him. Plus, the story was pretty hot.

"Especially when I felt his... thing... against me." Amy said.

"You mean you felt his erection against you?" 

She nodded, again shy.

"It's perfectly natural to be aroused in that situation, Amy. When you study Biology, you will even learn it's a completely involuntary response. Believe it or not, it's part of the autonomic nervous system. Your body merely responded as evolution trained it to do."

Amy grinned at Mr. Kallens, realizing he really was a teacher through and through. It made her discomfort disappear to realize he understood and did not judge her.

"OK, now tell me about when he tried to touch you and when you stopped him," Mr Kallens said.

Amy tried to skip right to the end, but the teacher backed her up and made her go slow. She told him how Jennie and Brad had gotten even more "friendly".

"This is no time to spare details, Amy. I need to understand," Mr Kallens pushed her.

The picture that Amy painted started out as a clinical observation of the other couple. Words like "penis" and "vagina" were used, and it was almost as if she were not in the car while it happened. Progressively, however, as Amy imagined what had happened in her mind, her description became more graphic, more detailed.

"Hold on a second, Amy." Mr Kallens interjected. "You say your friend Jennie was not wearing any underwear and that her vagina was completely shaven?"

Amy nodded. Mr. Kallens shook his head. "Wow. Must be nice to be kid today. Go on."

She described how Jim and she had to started to make out watching the other two play with each other. And then how she saw Jennie give Brad a blowjob.

"When I saw Jennie pull out Brad's cock, I could not catch my breath. It was like there was not enough air in the car. Her hand around it made me wonder what it would feel like if I did that," Amy's eyes were defocused, she was fully engrossed in her mental image.

Mr. Kallens became still, trying not to snap her out of her current reverie. His own erection grew inside his pants. There was no use attempting to keep it down with Amy relaying her story. He shifted to relieve the pressure, and Amy shifted also, so he had a good view down her shirt.

Amy's voice dropped and they naturally got closer.

"Jim put his hand over my bra and was massaging it through my clothes."

The teacher could not help interrupting. "Is that when you told him to stop?"

She shook her head firmly. "No, it was really nice and I sort of needed it. Do you know what I mean?"

Mr. Kallens was peering directly down the front of her blouse now as she turned away shyly. He almost could see down to her nipples. From the way they poked out, he was sure they were stiff. He could tell she was, as the kids put it, "horny" right now and it was making his cock even harder. He pushed it down his pant trouser so that it would not tent so obviously.

"I know exactly what you mean, Amy."

Amy caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. "Did he just move his hard-on?" she thought. It was outlined clearly down his thigh. Her breath was short again.

Their now obvious mutual arousal made her slip into bolder, naughtier language. "Jennie pulled up her skirt. You could see that her shaved pussy was soaked. Before Brad could protest, she had grabbed the base of his cock and guided it to her hole. There was almost no hesitation. She impaled herself right on it. As big as he is, he was buried to the hilt in a blink. When she lifted her hips, her skirt was still bunched around her waist, so I saw how his now wet cock slid in and out of her."




Education of Amy Ch. 03



Mr. Kallens could not help it. He rubbed his hard-on with the edge of his palm as he listened to Amy. He could picture it. He knew Jennie, of course, and had a good mental image of her doing this. It made him long to be young again. And, from the building pressure, he knew he would have to visit the teacher's lounge bathroom soon and jerk off. 

"Jim had started kissing me again. I was kissing him back. My umm vagina umm had become extremely wet from watching the other two." Amy paused, and realized it was true. She shrugged. "I was enjoying the petting over my shirt, and when he put his hand up my skirt and pet over my thong, I did not stop him."

Mr. Kallens thought he had heard wrong. "Your thong?" 

"Yeah. Jennie helped me pick it out. It is see through in the front with lace edges and a little piece of cloth in the back. Jennie says it makes my ass look awesome. Anyway, we bought a few so that I could wear them more often."

Mr. Kallens imagined her wearing one right now under her dress. His cock twitched. 

Amy noticed and licked her lips. She continued, approaching the end, but somehow wanting to extend this moment just a little longer.

"His hand started out just inside me knee. His fingers curled below my leg and back up. They started to make smooth semi-circles, were each arc drifted closer and closer to me. I was kissing him and thinking about how far he would go, how much I wanted him to go further. That is when he pushed his hand onto the outside of my thin panties and started to touch me. I moaned into his mouth."

Her teacher shifted and she could see his hand sneakily rubbing his erection. It only made her more excited.

"I did not stop him. In fact, I smashed myself against him a bit. I think that was why he decided it was ok to slip his little pinky into the edge of my panties and trace just the edge of my labia. I honestly almost came just from that."

She could not believe she was telling her teacher this. He was now subtly leaning against her and still rubbing. She was totally out of control now.

"His pinky reached further and further inside until it was splitting my lips. He pulled the edge of my panties over and used his index finger to find the top of my vagina and stroke my soaked clit. I may have actually had a small orgasm at that point because it was like I lost a couple of seconds of conscience thought. My middle section was driving me wild, but my brain had engaged and was shouting warnings. We had a bit of a fight," Amy grinned.

"It was such a great feeling! But, I knew it had to stop. My body was ready, extremely ready, but my mind was not. So I told him he had to stop."

Mr. Kallens watched her closely, "And he did?"

Amy vigorously nodded, "Yes. He did not like it. He was angry. But he stopped."

He was satisfied. "That is understandable under the circumstances. I think I would have been myself."

"Really?" Amy asked.

"Yes. When your hormones crash like that, Amy, you get all sorts of predictable responses. One of them is anger. Another is sadness. You can also feel sleepy, like you have exercised a great deal. I am talking from personal experience. All of these can happen."

"Wow. I didn't know." Amy said.

"It's not the end of the world, and it sounds like Jim was a jerk for a bit, but he got it together at the end, so I have to raise my esteem for him."

Amy understood. "So, what should I do?" she asked.

He paused and thought. Started and stopped talking. Then started, "I think that, if you want Jim to continue to be your boyfriend, that you have to consider giving him something." He blushed.

"I don't know if I can just give it up him, Mr. Kallens."

"No, no, Amy, that's not what I mean." He was serious now. "There are things can do that do not involve intercourse. You know what I mean?"

Amy nodded, but she was clearly unsure.

"If you make Jim have an orgasm," he paused. "If you make Jim cum in any way, he will be happy for the most part. Add to that slow steady progress and new things, and you will fine. I recommend you touch him with your hand."

She thought that made sense. "So, I can just jerk him off and he will happy?"

Mr. Kallens chuckled. "More than ok, Amy. As long as you can do that and eventually do other stuff, he will be extremely happy."

Grateful, Amy hugged Mr. Kallens. It was a long one, perhaps too long to be exactly proper for a teacher, but she enjoyed it and he did not mind. "Thank you, so much."

"You are welcome."

She got up to leave.

"Oh, and Amy, I want a full report." He said it so much like a teacher that she laughed.

"Will do, Mr. Kallens. Thank you!"

——

Jim was struggling in his English class. If he did not pull his grade up, he would slip below a C and be suspended from hockey. He asked Amy to help.

"I work at the library on Tuesday and Thursday nights," Amy said. "Why don't you come by and I can help you." 

Jim nodded.

They met that night at the library, going to a quiet room where they could talk and not disturb other people. Amy was skimming through the book that Jim needed to write a report on, telling him which things he should mention. He wrote them down in his notebook. They were sitting side-by-side and it felt good to be close to him.

A few times, Amy would mention something to write and Jim would miss it, and she would gently repeat. When he did this the third time, she noticed him focused on her chest. Glancing down, she realized that he could just make out the top of her lacy bra peeking out, with a more generous than usual amount of cleavage. It made her oddly proud to have his attention, and also just a bit unnerving. 

Jim missed a couple cues in a row, and when she caught his eye he surprised her by kissing her neck. It was like an electric jolt that started there and traveled directly to her pussy. 

"Wow," she thought, enjoying it.

Her attention was elsewhere when she noticed his hand on her thigh, creeping upward. Her heart started to beat just a little faster. She was not sure she was ready for him to go any further. And they were in the library! Anyone could stroll in at any second.

When his hand reached her panties and started to pet it from the outside. Amy grabbed it, shaking her head "no". Amy saw the hurt, almost pained, expression on Jim's face. It was the second time in as many times she had rebuffed his advances and she was worried it would be her last. This experience was too new, too exciting, but also terrifying. 

"What can I do?" she thought.

Her mind whirled. She was stuck between concerns and her time was running out. Already, she felt Jim was gearing up to tell her it was all over. His mouth started to form the words, "Amy..."

She remembered her conversation with Mr. Kallens. Despite being scared, she knew what she could do. It was a big step, but one that she was willing to take. Her hand went to the inside of Jim's thigh. Whatever he was about to say stopped immediately.

Her hand climbed up his leg slowly, playfully. She continued to move her head making sure no one was coming. And then she reached out an stroked Jim's cock through his pants with the outside of her hand. It was nearly amusing to watch the emotions play out on his face. Confusion was in there, certainly, and she could still see traces of it mixed with ... yes, that was arousal.

Her touch was tentative. She was not sure how he would react. Her first time touching a boy's hard penis and it was in a public library. If anyone had asked her a few days before if that were possible, she would have laughed in her face. But, whatever she was doing, it was working. Jim definitely seemed to be enjoying her ministrations.

Unfortunately, there was a lot of activity near them, so she had to release him from her grasp. His face started to cloud again. She had an idea though, so she stood up and gestured for him to do so.

"Follow me," she said, reaching down and holding his hand. She led them downstairs to what everyone who worked there called "the stacks". It was a place in the library where the newspapers, magazines, and such went before being placed in the archive.

She made a couple of quick turns through the aisles and stopped. "Hardly anyone ever comes down here," she said. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she planted a long, slow, tongue kiss on him. Jim pressed against her and there was no doubt that at least some of him was appreciating the attention.

Again, his hand moved under her skirt again. Amy pulled back slowly, but before he could get angry, she whispered in his ear, "I am not quite ready for that Jim, but I can take care of you." Her hand moved, grabbing his package through his jeans and rubbing his erection.

He breathed hard in her ear, and Amy found herself nearly regretting her decision to stop his advances. Her pussy was getting wet and her nipples were so hard that they ached. Still, she was extremely curious about what was in her hand, so she unzipped Jim's pants and put her small hand inside, feeling his erection over his boxers. 

Her touch became exploratory. She was trying to imagine it's dimensions just by touch, almost like a blind person might do. She closed her eyes to shut out the rest of the world and she could imagine it, pink and fleshy.

Her curiosity needed to be satisfied. She unbuttoned his pants and heard a sharp intake of breath as she pulled the boxers away from his cock and freed it. Her eyes remained closed for just one more second, as she wanted to delay just a bit and tease herself. Finally, she glanced down.

Jim's cock was standing out straight from his body. Her delicate hand grasped his shaft just below his cock head. The head itself appeared redder than she imagined, almost as if it were angry. The sight of it turned her on to the next level. Suddenly, she felt her panties absorbing her wetness and the itch between her legs grew. He was breathing hard and his cock twitched in her hands.

Amy released his cock, surprised that it had moved by itself. "I didn't know it did that," she said in way of apology. Jim chuckled, twitching it again so that it bobbed up and down.

Both of her hands wrapped around his cock again and started to stroke it gently. She glanced at Jim's face. "Am I doing ok, Jim?"

He opened his eyes, they were slitted and had a dark, dangerous appearance. "You are doing fine, Amy. But, you could use your fist like this." Jim took Amy's hand and pushed his cock through her semi-open fist. It was like he was simulating fucking her with the hand. Amy drew in her breath and continued to touch him, using her fist. Her other hand stroked his shaft awkwardly.

Jim was breathing heavily now. Amy scoped the surroundings again to make sure no one had come down. It seemed they were clear. 

"Use that hand to press down near my balls," Jim said, closing his eyes again.

Amy reached further into Jim's boxers and pushed her hand into his balls. She could not quite see what she was feeling, but she could imagine. Hearing a step upstairs, she stopped briefly, getting still and listening.

The sounds were clearly above them, so she began again to pump his cock. 

"Faster," said Jim.

Amy sped up and Jim leaned back against the book case, his cock seeming to grow even larger. He opened his eyes and stared at her chest. He seemed to fixated on her cleavage. Her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to give him something and felt that he needed it, so she released his shaft and used her hand to push up her breasts in her shirt. She knew her breasts were nearly spilling out. 

Jim's eyes got really big and he reached out and lightly stroked her breast with the back of his hand. Amy let him touch her there. It felt nice. Her nipples were nearly bursting from her shirt. She saw Jim focus on them and suspected he at least saw part of her areola. 

Suddenly, her hand felt a pulsing down below. A gush of warm liquid covered her hand and she saw white streams of cum dripping onto the floor and her dress. It was perhaps the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed in her life and she had this crazy desire to lick it to see what it tasted like. The thought simultaneously repulsed and excited her. She made a mental bookmark to herself to examine it later.

Footsteps were coming down the stairs! Amy scanned wildly around for something, anything to wipe the mess up with. Jim was pulling up his pants and adjusting his cock to fit back, which was difficult in his current state. She spied a napkin on the archive desk, and she sprinted over, grabbed it, and sprinted back. Quickly, she leaned down and wiped the cum off the floor. 

The librarian turned the corner and Amy had enough presence of mind to grab an old newspaper off the shelf and say to Jim, "so you said you were researching early 1900's in town, let's see if I can find something." She kept her hand pressed over the wet spot, hoping the librarian would not stop.

"Amy," Mrs. Chalice said, "after you have finished helping, could you file the incoming?"

"Sure, Mrs. Chalice," Amy said. From the expression on the librarian's face, Amy didn't think she was buying the story fully, but she did not appear to want to push it, so Amy breathed a sigh of relief. 

Amy could not believe that she had just done that! Plus, that really had not been safe. Still, Jim appeared grateful, and that was enough to make it worth it. She gave him a quick hug and he left.

"I can not wait to tell Mr. Kallens!" The thought made her pause in shock. "Should I?"

She thought while she performed the nearly mindless task of sorting incoming books. "Of course," she thought, "he told me that I can tell him anything and he won't judge me." She was worried about her actions tonight.

"He will know if what I did was OK." Her rationalizations did not quite convince her that was her only reason. Secretly, she wanted to tell him because it made her feel all tingly inside. Squashing that thought quickly, she returned back to work.

—

That evening, she was thinking about the day, shaking her head. "I cannot believe I did that," she thought. It was so out of character for her that it was almost like it happened to a different person.

Almost as if reading her mind, she received a text from Jim.

"Wow, that was amazing! Did that really happen? Don't wake me if I'm dreaming ;-)."

Amy smiled.

"I am not sure. Maybe?" Amy texted back.

"lol"

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you," Jim replied. "That was crazy off the hook hot. And you were very brave."

Amy was touched by Jim's compliment. She felt brave.

"Glad you liked it."

"It was the sexiest thing ever!" Jim said.

"Really?"

"Totally."

She smiled at the phone like a mad woman. Thinking about it also made her relive the whole experience, and her body was definitely responding.

"I'm glad. Makes me look forward to next time," Amy texted. She almost deleted the "next time" part before she sent it along, but her hormones were definitely in overdrive.

"Next time, eh? ;-) I can't wait." Jim responded.

She thought about it and texted, "It was fun for me too. I enjoyed it. Totally hot!"

"Mmmm, anyway, I have to run, but until we 'meet' again :)"

"lol. Have a good night, Jim."

"gn Amy."

Amy was in a great mood. She skipped through the house all evening long and whistled under her breath. This new side of her may have its scary parts, but she could not wait to see where it led her. 

"Hmmm, I wonder what Mr. Kallens will think." she thought. Part of her anticipated telling him her latest story. She hoped to see that peculiar glint in his eyes again. "Mmmm," she muttered, slipping into her night clothes and crawling into bed.



Education of Amy Ch. 04



Amy woke up in the morning. She remembered her encounter with Jim in the library and shook her head. "Did I really do that?" she thought to herself, not quite believing what she had done. It was so far out of her experience zone that it was still unreal. The memory of Jim's cock pulsing in her hand as it shot hot cum was as vivid as last night, though.

She thought about telling Mr. Kallens. She wondered if that sexy glint would be in his eyes again. Would he be hard when she described her adventure? 

"Amy!" she admonished herself aloud. Suppressing these thoughts, she rifled through her closet seeking something to wear. She pulled on a tight short skirt. It was way too short for the old Amy, but the new Amy didn't give much of a thought to heading out the door. The wind caressing her ass as she walked was a welcome sensation. Her world was changing and she was enjoying it.

She quickly talked herself out of speaking with her teacher. "Maybe tomorrow," she thought, not really believing it.

====

Amy spent the rest of the day contemplating her current life. Things had changed pretty fast for her. She was not used to all this! Due to one thing or the other, where life and school have been getting in the way, Amy has spent little time with Jenny and her girlfriends. She saw Jenny at the end of the day.

"Hey, we are going to do a slumber party at my house," Jenny said. "Are you in?"

Amy thought about refusing, but she really did need to see them before she went off to college. Senior year was winding down, so she agreed. 

"Awesome," Jenny said, as she swished away with one of her ridiculously short skirts. It made Amy feel better about her current outfit to realize that Jenny always took it to the next level. She thought she even caught a glimpse of the bottom of Jenny's asscheeks as she strutted. It would not surprise her!

===

The slumber party started with the girls gossiping about relationships—-who was doing whom and which couples were on the rocks. Amy found this conversation boring, so she sort of zoned out. When Jenny proposed getting into their pajamas and playing a game, she jumped at the chance.

"Truth or dare," Jenny declared. The girls gave "ooo"s and giggled. Amy thought that this could be dangerous, but it was better than trying to survive through more of the empty talk. She couldn't bear more school gossip.

In typical Jenny fashion, her pajamas were thin and short. Amy shook her head at her friend, smiling, but was a bit jealous that she could be so carefree with her own body. In contrast, Amy wore a long nightshirt buttoned up to the top.

"OK, so how do we play?" Amy asked.

Felicia, a cute short Asian girl responded, "Someone starts by saying 'truth or dare'. Like, if I asked you 'truth' or 'dare', which would you pick?"

Amy thought of all the things that could be under the dare column and quickly decided, "truth".

"So, then I ask you a question, and you answer truthfully. If you choose not to answer, you have to do whichever dare I say."

Amy pondered, "But, how do you know I am telling the truth?"

Felicia giggled, "It's honor system, silly, now let's see. Truth eh? Have you ever sucked a boy's dick?"

Amy's mouth opened in shock. She closed it and then opened it. "Um... no, I haven't," she said, blushing furiously. All the girls were disappointed. They glanced among each other with knowing looks that all but said, "prude". Not wanting to be a dweeb, she blurted out, "But I did jerk one off..." As soon as she said it, she regretted the revelation. 

Jenny pounced. "Tell us about it," she said. 

Amy blushed furiously. "Umm, it wasn't a big deal. I jerked off Jim in the library last night. Down in the stacks."

Felicia had her mouth hanging open. Even Jenny was shocked, and it was nearly impossible to shock her. "Nice!" Jenny blurted out. They asked for a few more details, but Amy glossed over them, not really getting too deep into the retelling. 

Jenny says, "My turn. Ask me, now."

"Truth or dare, Jenny."

Jenny had quite the twinkle in her eye from the story. Was it possible that Amy had turned her on? She fiddled with her nightshirt, thought, and then said, "Let's stick with truth for now."

"Have you ever done 'it' with an older man?" 

"Do you mean, have I ever fucked a grown man?" Jenny enjoyed shocking her friend.

"Well..uh..." Amy stammered, "I guess...yeah."

"I have teased the crap out of a few of our teachers at school, and I sucked the father of a girl I babysat for once, but, no, I have never done 'it' with a grown man."

Each of the girls asked a question—they were generally along the same lines. Felicia blushed revealing that she masturbated more than once a day sometimes, but otherwise it was fairly tame.

When Felicia went to ask Amy again, Jenny interrupted, "My turn to grill Amy. Truth or dare?"

Jenny had this mischievous expression on her face, Amy feared the worst.

"Amy, have you ever been sexually attracted to a teacher of yours?"

Amy winced. Jenny was being naughty. She knew Amy had a bit of a crush on her science teacher.

Amy paused for a moment...and the room got quiet..."Well, I kinda think Mr. Kallens is cute."

"That was not what I asked, Amelia. Does he make you weak at the knees, short of breath? Does he make your pussy wet? Hmmm?"

"Oh, Jenny. You are too much," Amy blushed and looked at her feet. "I do find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with him."

Amy noticed a flicker of sympathy and a touch of a guilty expression on Felicia's face. She resolved to ask her about it when it was her turn.

"Mmmm, well, I picture meeting with him alone and he kisses me on the lips."

The girls giggled, but they quickly hushed as Jenny made a hand gesture.

"And he strokes me over my blouse and rubs my...", she interrupted herself, snapping out of her reverie, remembering where she was and what she revealing. Her whole body seemed to turn red.

"I will take that as a 'yes'," Jenny said, and everyone laughed, including Amy.

Amy seized the opportunity to deflect attention from herself. "Felicia? Truth or dare."

Felicia quickly went with "truth".

"I saw something when I was talking just now. I want you to answer the same question."

The girls cried foul, but Jenny saw something in Felicia's face. She pushed. "I think it's fair, go on."

"Well, I am not all that attracted to this teacher, but in the moment, I was quite turned on..." 

Jenny was intrigued. "Oh, this is going to be good, go on."

"I have a teacher. He is a bit of a pervert. He is always trying to sneak peaks up my skirt and down my blouse."

One of the girls said, "Oh, you mean, Mr. Firth" and everyone laughed. It was an ill-kept secret, apparently.

"So, this teacher," Felicia insisted on keeping the ruse, "I am having trouble in his class. But, I heard from a friend," she glared at Jenny, "that he was a sucker for girls that showed a little..."

"I put on an obscenely short skirt, nearly see through panties, a low cut blouse, and went to school. You know, Jenny, what you usually wear."

Everyone cracked up.

"So there I was in class..."

==========

"Can I get help with getting my grade up after class?" I asked Mr. Firth.

Mr. Firth grumbled, but his eyes continued to rove over her body. "OK, I guess". 

He got close to Felicia, but slightly in back of her. She could tell that he was basically staring at her chest, trying to be all slick about it, and failing. Felicia moved her arm so he got a better view. She wore a nothing bra just for this purpose. It was purple lace.

Felicia could hear him breathing hard. Her hand went to her lap and started to fiddle with her skirt.

"Is there some way I can earn extra credit? Maybe show you something of my ... work?", she asked. The pause was very deliberate. She fiddled with her bra strap. 

"We might be able to work something out. If you showed me a lot of your... work", Mr. First said. Felicia thought he was creepy, but somehow this was turning her on.

Felicia reached inside her shirt and 'itched' her breast. It was so obvious, but Mr. Firth just stared. 

Then she slowly, surely, pulled the fabric of her skirt up... higher... higher... Until it was just barely covering her see-through panties.

====

"I was turned on. I'm not going to lie. And, it was for a good grade, so I kinda touched myself." Felicia said. 

Her eyes were glassy as she told her story. From how her nipples tented her loose pajama top, Amy could tell she was aroused. She shifted on the floor, and Amy caught a flash of her panties and quickly averted her eyes. 

All the girls got quiet. She thought she detected Jenny rubbing sneakily. And then Felicia continued the story.

====

I put my fingers inside my panties and stroked my slit up and down. Mr. Firth's eyes bored a hole in my pussy. As creepy as he was, I was getting even more turned on. He made a gesture with his hand. At first I didn't know what he wanted. But then I understood. He wanted me to pull my panties to the side and show him. So I hooked the fabric and slowly, but steadily moved them, opening up a view.

I pulled aside my panties and stroked my slit up and down. Mr. Firth was quite interested. I started to get very wet and wanted to show him even more, so I spread my lips with two fingers and used my pinky to touch myself.

Mr. Firth had a bulge in his pants. His beady little eyes normally freaked me out, but I was feeling very naughty just then. I licked my middle finger and slowly slid it inside my hole. His eyes almost bugged out of his head.

====

Felicia again moved this way and that, her eyes still glassy. Amy saw again a couple flashes of panties, despite telling herself not to look that way. She could not help but notice a wet spot on them. It may have been the story, or it could have been this, but Amy was definitely soaked herself.

She paused. All the girls were listening with rapt attention. Finally, Jenny blurted, "what then? Don't leave us hanging!" They all giggled. Felicia seemed to deliberately scissor her legs open and shut. 

===

Mr. Firth reached down and stroked his cock through his pants, right there in front of me! And in about two seconds, I noticed a huge stain. He came in his pants!

==

She stopped and everyone got still. And then she sighed. "He may be a creep, but I went straight home and fingered myself. It didn't take me too long to get off!" 

She put up her hand and all the girls gave her a high five. 

===

The game continued around with a couple of mild eyebrow rising "truths". They were all related to sex and Amy was humming from the energy. When her turn came around, she said, boldly, "dare".

Jenny raised her eyebrows at her normally reserved friend. 

"Hmmmm," she said, pausing. She put her hand under her chin and then she got a glint in her eyes.

"Amy, I dare you to kiss Felicia."

Felicia said, "Hey! This isn't my dare!"

Jenny smiled at her, "Do you mind?"

Felicia shrugged. "Nah."

Amy sat next to Felicia on the couch. She reached in and gave her a peck on the lips. It sent a small thrill through her.

"What was that?" she thought.

Jenny quickly objected. "When I said kiss her, I didn't mean like your grandmother. I meant more like you would kiss Jim."

Both girls on the couch blushed. Amy found Felicia's gaze and saw that she was not freaked out. She reached up and pushed a stray piece of hair off her face, then reached under her chin and slowly pressed her lips against her friend's. She pushed her tongue gently into her mouth, just the tip. Again, she felt that thrill pass through her body.

Felicia pushed her tongue a bit more aggressively into Amy's mouth, which surprised her a bit, but she went with it. Their tongues played together and Amy leaned against her friend. It was a glorious kiss, one that lasted a good minute or so. When Amy broke it, she found herself out of breath.

Amy saw that both her and her friend's nipples were hard and poking out of their thin nightshirts. She found the swell of Felicia's breast inciting. She wanted to put her hand on it. She almost did before she realized where she was.

"OK, I think it's time for bed now," she exclaimed.

The girls giggled and split up to find places to sleep.

—

The girls found places to sleep, pairing off in the beds; Amy bunked with Jenny. Amy had a difficult time falling asleep. She pictured Felicia doing those naughty things and it made her pussy absolutely drenched. Each time she shifted her legs, her panties rubbed against her lips, until she was almost frantic.

She listened to Jenny's breathing and was fairly convinced that her friend was sleeping. Reaching under her nightgown, she pulled her panties down so that they would not rub. This was the reasoning she told herself, but even she was not buying it.

Once the breeze reached her engorged mons, Amy's need became urgent. Her fingers had a will of their own. They found her lips and parted them. Her pinky entered her pussy and toyed with her clit. She tried to make small movements so that Jenny would not wake up. Her body was quickly climbing to orgasm from the combination of her contact and the images in her mind.

Jenny felt Amy shift and pretended to remain asleep. When she cracked an eye and looked at her, she saw her arm moving in an unmistakable motion. It made Jenny smile. It also turned her on to have her friend fingering herself directly next to her. Jenny's own hand moved under her pajamas and stroked gently. She had no panties, preferring to sleep with as little as possible.

Amy closed her eyes and saw Felicia spreading herself for Mr. Firth. Her hand sped up thinking about the look in that pervert's eyes. But each time she tried to clear up the mental picture of Mr. Firth, his face morphed into Mr. Kallens. And instead of Felicia, it was herself showing off for her teacher. The image of opening up her blouse and lifting her skirt made her buck her hips and smash her palm down onto her pussy. She came hard, biting her lip to avoid making noise.

Jenny was not far behind Amy. When her friend's hips thrust upward and her hand became a blur, Jenny inserted two fingers inside, hooking them inward to stroke her g-spot. She knew exactly when Amy came and it made her come hard. The thought, the compulsion she had, was to kiss her friend right on her sex and taste her. Jenny had similar thoughts before, but nothing this strong. It was both arousing and frightening.

Both girls stretched and relaxed, falling asleep soon after. Amy made a decision just before she nodded off to talk to Mr. Kallens. She would not miss another opportunity to see that sexy expression on his face. The thought gave her a warm glow on top of the orgasmic bliss that made her sleep deep and peaceful.

====

Waking up, Amy told herself that she would talk to Mr. Kallens, but this time her misgivings were replaced with a fluttery unfamiliar sensation. The source was below her waist and squarely in the middle, but radiating outward. There was fear and uncertainty, but there was also an urge to indulge in naughty behavior.

It was that urge that caused Amy to pick out a short summer dress from her closet. It was on a shelf to give away because she had grown since she had bought it. She slipped it over her head and tugged it down, just getting it over her hips. When she reached above her head, Amy was fairly sure her underwear would show. The deep, deep hunger was building inside her and it was intoxicating.

She picked a pair of lace red panties to wear. They were partially see-through in the front above a cloth panel that quickly narrowed to a string and became a thong in the back. Putting them on made her giddy with arousal. Her hands actually strayed to the waistband and dipped inside ever so briefly. 

"Wow," she thought, "I am just on fire today."

Walking to school was a blur. Each step seemed to rub the lace directly on her vulva. It didn't help that the panties wedged themselves between her lips every hundred yards or so and came up against her engorged clit. Amy was nearly in a trance when she finally arrived. Her nipples were just a bit raw from being stiff for so long, and she had the absolute need to come soon. She tried to talk herself down, but her body was having none of it.

As she was walking down the hall, she caught a male teacher gawking at her before he quickly glanced away. She must be giving off signals or something. It made her feel sexy and powerful. Also, it turned her on to even greater heights until she was nearly a puddle. It was in that state that she arrived at Mr. Kallens' class.

Amy's body had a heightened sense of awareness. Every nerve ending was on edge, primed. She heard the rustle of fabric as kids became restless. She noticed how Mr. Kallens moved, how his ass was hugged by his jeans, the flecks in his blue eyes as he flashed them her way. It seemed each sensation was keying her up and she was flying.

The only thing that she did not notice was how quickly time passed. Suddenly, the kids were rising, packing up their stuff, and shuffling out. Initially, it confused her, so she stayed behind. She wanted to talk to him anyway, and she was not backing out of it this time.

She approached his desk and he glanced up. "What's up, Amy?" he asked.

"Mr. Kallens, I wanted to tell you 'thank you' for talking with me about Jim. It helped."

"Oh? What happened?" He asked.

"Well, Jim was trying to touch me again. And again, I did not know how to handle it. I could tell he was about to get angry, and then I...", she looked downward shyly.

Mr. Kallens waited for her to think. And then he said, "It's OK, Amy, you can tell me. No judgment, remember?"

She smiled at him and then she described her encounter with Jim in detail. How he had been kissing her, and that felt nice, and how she stopped him again when he tried to get into her panties. Mr. Kallens mostly listened, but he asked questions once in awhile, teasing out details. This had the effect of releasing her tension and putting her into the moment.

As she told the story, Amy peered off into the distance. Mr. Kallens watched her only a couple of feet away. Her summer dress was well above the knee and he could not help but notice how her knees were pressed together instead of crossed at the legs. As she told the story, her legs squeezed together and he was nearly certain she was pushing down onto her groin with her palm through the dress. It was making it difficult to concentrate.

When Amy told her teacher about how she had taken Jim down to the stack and rubbed his penis, Mr. Kallens could barely believe it. His mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Wow, Amy, that is a big step."

Her legs shifted and Mr. Kallens saw a flash of red beneath her dress. She avoided his gaze after revealing her bold adventures, she was bashful. He knew he should not do it, but she was giving him a free pass to peak, and he could not resist. When he spied just a little bit of lace, his cock became very hard indeed.

He thought for a couple seconds, "That was a brave thing you did, and I understand why you might have done it. Were you listening to my advice to give him something?"

Amy blushed and nodded.

He shook his head. "I am not sure I meant THAT, but I bet Jim was very appreciative."

"Oh yes," Amy said, "he spurted and hit my pants and I could barely keep the rest contained with my hand." 

Mr. Kallens saw Amy press the edge of her palm between her legs, through the dress. There was not mistaking it that time. She had a far away expression and he could feel the energy coming off her body. It was intoxicating and he could barely resist staying professional.

Amy's hand flew to her mouth and her cheeks turned red hot. "Oh my god, I don't believe I just said that."




Education of Amy Ch. 04



Both of them laughed at the outburst. It helped relieve some of the built up tension.

"Well, that certainly is something, Amy. You know, I am proud of you for being brave."

Amy was touched. She gazed into her teacher's eyes and saw the sincerity there. There also was this distinct glint, and glancing at his lap... oh yes, there it was. She inhaled sharply.

Not wanting the moment to end just yet, Amy blurted, "and I felt attracted to a girl last night and I don't know if that makes me a lesbian or a freak."

Amy literally could not meet Mr. Kallens' eyes. It felt like she had just climbed onto the tiniest branch, right to the end, and any little movement was going to send her crashing to the ground.

He gently hooked his finger under Amy's chin and lifted her face. He gazed deeply into her eyes. "Amy, there is nothing wrong with having a little curiosity that way. It does not make you gay. Heck, it doesn't even make you bi. It just makes you flexible. Why don't you tell me about it?"

So, Amy told the story of the sleepover, describing the sex talk only in the most general terms. She even told Mr. Kallens how she had kissed one of the girls and that it aroused her. 

As she talked, Amy fiddled with the neckline of her dress. The movement drew his attention and he saw the swell of her breast come in and out of view. Her nipples were hard and obvious, and she even brushed on them with her finger inside the dress absentmindedly, which only made him even more aroused.

Sighing, taking a deep breath, she said. "And I got so worked up that I slipped off my panties and touched myself. My friend was right in the bed next to me, and all that did was turn me on more. I had the most amazing and drawn out orgasm ever."

Mr. Kallens had a glazed expression. His erection was obvious, and as Amy stared at it, the tip of his cock twitched in his pants. Amy uttered a surprised, but quiet, "Oh!"

Telling the story and seeing how aroused it had made her was making her lightheaded. Her body hummed from the energy. She could not wait to get home, tear off her clothes, and plunge not one, not two, but at least three fingers in her dripping wet pussy. She was playing with the edge of her skirt thinking about it, moving the fabric this way and that. It was keying her up in a major way.

Her teacher put his arm around her shoulders, not saying a word. She could feel his acceptance and approval. His hand reached her bare shoulder. The skin-to-skin contact went straight to her pussy like lightning traveling through her body. She was already so keyed up that she had a small orgasm. Mr. Kallens watched her, clearly understanding what was happening and being completely surprised. 

She sort of blacked out just for a second. Waves and waves of pleasure rolled over her. As she became aware of reality, suddenly Amy was tired. She leaned her head back against her teacher's stomach. Her neck craned up and her teacher's face was close, studying her. She had the insane desire to reach up and kiss him.

Mr. Kallens meanwhile gazed into the swimming eyes of this lovely woman, saw the sumptuous curve of her lips, and had the same desire. Their heads moved towards each other. She closed her eyes.

But, knowing the line that could not be crossed, Mr. Kallens instead gave Amy a peck on the forehead. She blushed and shakily got to her feet.

"Thank you, Mr. Kallens, for being a good listener."

"You are welcome, Amy. Nothing you have told me today makes me think any less of you. In fact, I am proud that you had the courage to tell me."

Amy threw her arms around Mr. Kallens and gave him a hug. He returned it, as hugs were awesome and he was always glad to receive one. Amy swished her skirt around her, causing him to see a flash of red, and then she dashed away. 

Both Amy and her teacher found the first opportunity to get themselves off. And they thought of each other while doing so. What made it interesting is that neither was the slightest bit guilty afterward...



Education of Amy Ch. 05



Amy approached the bittersweet end of the day. It was the last day of school and she should have been excited to experience what came next. It was perhaps the fact that her last class was Mr. Kallens' that made it so difficult for her. Over the last few months, she couldn't wait to confide her progress with Jim and experience that thrill that came from knowing how it aroused them both.

She sighed. The bell rang and the kids exited jubilantly. She grinned at their enthusiasm. Mr. Kallens turned his seat and gazed out the window with a wistful expression. Amy paused for a moment and tried to memorize his profile. She would miss him as she went forward into her adult life. She knew that this would be one of the last times she saw him.

The thought made her sad. She gathered her things, smoothed her skirt, and rose. She did not do so in the most ladylike way, and she hoped he would glance over at her so that her lacy underwear flashed. Just thinking such a thought made her shake her head.

"My, how you have changed Amy," she thought to herself.

She went to the door. She could not but help but check over her shoulder, and Mr. Kallens was watching her. His gaze met hers and did not flinch away. A silent tear ran down her face as she grabbed the handle and prepared to close the door on this chapter of her life.

Mr. Kallens gave her a gentle smile. His slightly curly brown hair caught the sunlight from the window. Amy was momentarily stricken with how handsome he was, how much she wanted to keep coming after school to chat with him. It tore at her heart that she could not be more. He was her teacher and that line could not be crossed.

Sighing, she gave a little wave goodbye. 

And just then it hit her. The revelation was like a spark of electricity that struck and lit up her entire body. The sheer power made her stop dead in her tracks. And then she smiled. It was the kind of smile that lit her face and caused a spark in her eyes. 

Amy closed the door. She was on the inside of it. The distinct click of the lock filled the silent classroom. 

"Mr. Kallens," Amy started, "I am no longer your student. You ceased being my teacher five minutes ago."

The intense stare as she stood across the room caused Mr. Kallens to catch his breath. Amy stretched her arms above her head, and her breasts lifted with them. Her nipples strained against the white shirt and defied gravity. Mr. Kallens sighed at how tight and perfect her eighteen year old body was. 

She started to walk over to him and the lust was written in the sway of her hips, the fire in her eyes, the jutting nipples. Mr. Kallens was transfixed. 

"And since you are no longer my teacher." She said, getting closer, "I want you to be the one to take me for the first time." Amy could not believe the words were coming out of her mouth. It was like someone was possessing her. Or perhaps it was some thing, as her pussy was now calling the shots. She was never more aroused in her entire life. Her pussy was drenched. She was convinced that any moment now she would be dripping through her panties right onto the floor.

His eyes widened. "Um, Amy, what about Jim?"

She was dangerously close now. She stopped four feet away. Her cute skirt swishing momentarily at her abrupt halt.

"Jim is a boy. He is ok for my first boyfriend, but I want a man. A man like you. You cannot tell me that you have not fantasized about me."

Mr. Kallens blushed. "I am honored, Amy, truly I am. But.."

His words died in his throat as he saw Amy reach under her skirt and pull down her panties. A silky red lace pair slowly made their way down her thighs, stopped at her knees and then down to her ankles. She stepped out of the them and closed the distance between them.

She bent down and kissed him lightly on his lips, silencing whatever protestation he was about to make. Her leg nudged between his, and he parted them. She straddled his thigh and put her weight on him. Mr. Kallens knew that her bare pussy was pressing against his leg through only his thin pants. His cock hardened and he was quickly losing any resistance.

Amy was having an out-of-body experience. It was like someone else was doing these things. Not the soft spoken, nerdy, sexually inexperienced Amy. Things were happening that were beyond her control. It was scary. It was also exhilarating. She decided quickly that she would treat this like a dream. It gave her a certain amount of insulation from her actions.

And then Amy whispered in his ear, "I want you to make love to me, Mr. Kallens." She rode his thigh, kissing high on his neck. He grabbed her waist and his control wavered.

=====

Since Amy had given Jim a handjob at the library, it seemed that all he wanted to do was have her jerk him off. She never realized how horny a teen boy could be until she encountered it first hand, so to speak. They had trouble finding safe places, but Jim was persistent, so she found herself getting him off in the woods near her house, in the backseat of her Mom's car in the fifteen minutes before her parents got back from grocery shopping, and various other tenuously safe places.

There was little in the way of return from Jim. He was content to let her touch him, but the most he would do in return was look and feel up her boobs. It was always an awkward peek down her shirt or a hand under her bra, because it just wasn't the ideal situation. 

Amy thought touching Jim was a turn on, but frustrating ultimately. The less safe the place, the more exciting it was, and the more wet she became. She would often go home and touch herself in the bathroom. This was a bit rushed, so even though she had orgasms, she was fairly frustrated.

On Sunday, she generally dressed down and read books to pass the time. It was a bit dull, but she worked hard in school and she needed the down time. This day, though, she was restless. Last night, she had jerked Jim off in the dark alley between Gino's Pizza and the cycle shop. It was spontaneous. He was kissing her and she reached into his pants and felt his hard cock. Before she knew it, a sticky white substance covered her hand. It was unreal how much it turned her on.

Instead of doing her normal routine, she put on a cute white spring dress with flowers on it. There was something about this outfit that made her feel sexy. It was mid thigh, pretty safe, but the flair of it made it fly in the wind. And today was a particularly breezy day. She pulled various panties out of her drawer and ruled them out. In her mind, she knew she was going to pick the ones buried underneath that she and Jenny had bought, but she pretended to consider others.

Finally, she was staring at a pair of blue lacy panties that had a thong piece only in the back. It was just sheer enough that you could see through them partially. Amy ran them through her fingers and enjoyed the texture. 

"What the hell, I am horny anyway," she thought to herself, and she realized it was true. When she tugged the panties up, her engorged lips were caressed by the lace. Almost before they were fully on, they were damp. Amy swirled her dress and saw a flash of blue. She smiled.

She called Jim on the phone. "Are you busy? Can I come over? Cool, be there in twenty minutes."

Walking to his house, Amy was aware of how the blue panties rubbed her most intimate area. Each step was making her just a little crazy. It made her sway her hips. The thong was firmly wedged between her ass cheeks and it made her confident... sexy.

By the time she arrived at Jim's place, she was quite out of control. She knocked on the door. 

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Madison, is Jim here?" she asked.

"It's Janine, dear, and yes, he is up in his room." Jim's mom was younger than most of the mothers that she knew. Amy wondered when she started having children. She could not be more than forty.

Amy walked upstairs. She knocked lightly on Jim's door and then pushed the door open. Just briefly, she wondered if she would catch him jerking off. That would be hot.

Jim put down his phone that he had been typing into and his mouth opened. The expression on his face was priceless. Amy gave a little twirl. 

"You like?"

Jim nodded.

Amy closed the door behind her. She went over to his bed and leaned against him, kissing him. For once, Jim was flustered. But he returned her kiss.

When she reached down to his lap, however, he whispered, "My Mom is right downstairs."

Amy kissed him harder and stroked his hard cock through his pants, "mmmm hmmm," she moaned into his mouth.

Jim was trying to remember why he was concerned, but when Amy unzipped him and started to stroke his cock, he forgot momentarily. Amy stared at it, getting a good look for once. It was thick and veiny and just a bit red. 

"So, she could come..." Jim started, "oh my... umm... up at any moment."

Amy sat back and lifted up her skirt playfully. Jim's eyes got wide when he saw the blue nearly see through lace panties and her puffy pussy lips underneath. It was an intoxicating sight.

She could see Jim going into his normal mode of letting her jerk him off and not doing anything in return. She would not have it this time. Getting a naughty look on her face, she pulled Jim's hand onto the top of her thigh.

Jim caressed her thigh and his eyes were locked between her legs. Amy thrilled to the hungry expression on his face. He was tentative, almost like he was afraid. She pushed his hand further up her thigh until the outside edge of his palm settled between her lips. And then she let go and started to really tug on his cock in earnest.

Taking the hint, Jim pet Amy through her panties. Her breath came in quick short bursts and she knew that familiar sensation. Still, she craved more. She whispered in his ear. "Go under my panties, Jim."

Jim nodded, gulping. His pinky hooked the leg of her underwear and felt underneath. It got immediately wet as it split her lips. Amy gasped. With the hand that was not jerking Jim off, she pulled the panties completely over so that he could have better access.

"More," she murmured.

Jim shifted his body so that he could put his fingers firmly inside Amy. He was a little rough and concentrating on her hole, which was not comfortable. It was taking something away from the experience and she did not know what to do.

But, she was incredibly horny and close, so she grabbed his hand and rubbed it at the top of her slit. Jim's eyes got a bit wide at this but he adjusted. He started to breath hard as he watched his fingers disappear into her pussy while she jerked him off. Amy could tell he was going to shoot his load. She pulled faster.

Jim's fingers found her clit and mashed it. Amy exploded in an orgasm. Her body went rigid and she moaned. Seconds later she felt hot cum cover her hand. It made her orgasm go that much longer. 

They heard footsteps closing in. Quickly, Jim put himself away and Amy pulled up her panties. 

Just in time, because Janine walked in carrying a tray of cookies with milk. She set the tray down on the nightstand beside the bed. 

"I thought you two could use some studying help." She turned back and left the room. Before she did, she glanced back. Amy made eye contact briefly and knew that Jim's mom knew exactly what was going on. She blushed. And his mother winked and closed the door. Amy thought that she imagined it. She convinced herself she imagined it. 

Jim had this cute satisfied look on his face. He studied her with a curious expression, trying to figure out what had come over her. She smiled and they actually studied for a bit. And then she snuggled him, but not for long, because he just did not seem into it.

===

Amy found the entire experience exhilarating. She found herself reminiscing about the afternoon, getting aroused. She would touch herself and remember the way Jim's hard cock felt in her hand, how his fingers stroked her. And she came really hard when she imagined that Jim's mom was watching them through the cracked door. It was an extremely naughty fantasy, but Amy could not resist it.

"What am I?" she thought, "a freak? An exhibitionist." Repeating that word in her head only made her wetter. She suppressed the thought. 

She thought of sex more often now. She wondered what it would be like to have a penis inside her. Or a tongue on her pussy. 

One night, she went to Jenny's house. They were supposed to be doing a project, but Jenny had a porn going in the background. Amy blushed and didn't want to admit she was curious, so she looked away. But, the moans and a slurping sound made her curious. Turning her head, she saw a man between the outstretched legs of a woman licking between them!

Amy had heard about oral sex before, but she had never really thought about it all that much. But now, she could not help wonder what it must be like. Based on how the woman was thrashing around, it certainly seemed she would enjoy it. Jenny had this knowing glint in her eye when Amy met her eyes and they laughed as they closed it down and got to real work.

The next night, she had a study date scheduled for Jim at her house. Part of that time would be alone, since Amy's parents were going out to dinner. Amy touched herself, picturing Jim getting between her legs and licking her.

"Could this be the night?" she asked herself.

Jim rang the bell to the house. She answered the door in a long t-shirt, wiping her hair with a towel. "Oh, hey Jim, I just got out of the shower. Come on in."

He followed her up the stairs. Hanging back just a bit, he peeked up her shirt to see just a bare ass. Amy caught him and gave him a smile. "Coming?" she asked, coyly.

Jim did not fail to catch the double entendre. He skipped up the steps and entered her room. She fiddled nervously with the hem of her long shirt, stretching it down. She sat with her legs pressed together. Jim sat gingerly beside her. There was a tension in the air as they realized that they were alone in the house together and Amy was wearing next to nothing.

To break the tension, Jim kissed Amy on the cheek and stroked her hair. Amy purred. She started to relax just a little, letting go of her shirt and putting her hand on Jim's shoulder. He turned and leaned in for a kiss, pressing just a little with his weight. She kissed him back, melting into his arms.

Jim leaned into her a bit more and Amy lay back on the bed. She was no longer sure that the shirt covered her fully, as a breeze caressed her most intimate area. Jim had his hand on her leg just above the knee, caressing in small circles. He had not stopped kissing her and Amy was becoming more and more excited. When he used the back of his hand to stroke from her knee half way up her thigh, she became noticeably wet downstairs.

Amy placed her hand on Jim's pants, gripping the growing bulge forming there. She rubbed it through the fabric. Jim gasped and kissed her even harder, gaining an intensity that exhilarated her. His hand became more bold, straying right up to the edge of her pussy. She wanted him to touch her there. She spread her legs in encouragement.

Between touching Amy and having her grab him, Jim's cock was getting a bit crowded in his pants. He fumbled with the snap and zipper and opened it. His jutting penis sprang out, restrained only by his loose boxers. Amy reached inside and stroked him.

Jim finally made contact with Amy's pussy, marveling at how soaked she was. The edge of his palm pressed between her lips, his fingers grabbing her ass cheek. The contact was enough to send little sparks through her body. She was finding it difficult to get enough air. 

The sexual energy was off the charts. Amy pushed Jim's cock through the hole in his boxers and finally made skin-to-skin contact. She could tell he was well into another orgasm from her hand and made her decision.

"Jim, I want to feel good. I want to make you," she paused, blushing, "I want to make you cum."

He watched as she jerked his cock off and nodded. That sounded good to him.

"But...," this pause was longer. She nearly backed out, but his hand on her pussy made her bold, "I want you to lick me, you know, there." Her cheeks were bright red.

Jim understood what she wanted immediately. "Oh, you want me to eat your pussy?"

Amy stammered. "Um... uh..."

Jim gave a big grin. He pulled her legs onto the bed, turning her body. He pushed them apart. "Amy, you have a beautiful pussy. I would be more than happy to eat it."

With that, he pushed his tongue inside of her. Amy could not believe how intense that was! Her back arched of its own accord. She panted and moaned. And when his mouth brushed against her clit, she grabbed the sheets in tight balls with her hands. Jim was a bit clumsy and awkward, but within minutes she was screaming out a loud, throughly satisfying, orgasm.

Amy was so grateful, she kissed Jim full on the mouth, tasting her own juices. It grossed her out for perhaps half a second, and then she shrugged and got over it. Jim meanwhile laid back and let her touch him with her hand. When he was close, she licked the side of his shaft too, which sent him quickly over the edge. He even got a bit of cum in her hair as he squirted big gobs of it over her shoulder.

"That was wonderful, Amy," Jim said.

She smiled and realized that indeed it was.

=====

Mr. Kallens let himself enjoy the young, clearly aroused woman on this thigh for a few seconds before his mind engaged again. The heat of Amy's pussy transmitted through his trousers. It was all he could do to pull his head back and break her kiss.

"Amy, this is your first time," Mr. Kallens began.

She nodded, bouncing slightly up and down on this leg. The movement distracted him. He forgot what he was about to say. When she rubbed forward and back, he gathered his wits before they scattered for good.

"... and so... um... It should be special. You should be with someone you care about." His mind started to clear. "Down the road, you may have meaningless flings, but this first one..." 

Amy paused in rubbing herself against his thigh. Her eyes softened. She nodded to herself, as if she were having a conversation in her head. There was quite the debate reflected there and then she decided.

"Mr. Kallens, over the last year, you have listened to me talk about stuff that I never could share with anyone else. You didn't judge me, you didn't make fun of my lack of knowledge. And in that time, I became close to you." Her eyes could not meet his.

He was honored. "But" he began.

"Just let me finish." Amy pushed her pussy onto his thigh again. He thought he could sense wetness through his pants. 

"I trust you, Mr. Kallens. I don't love you, but I have a huge crush on you. You make me feel special," her hips moved more dramatically now. She was rubbing her pussy up and down in little round trips on his leg.

Amy pushed her body forward, her face was close to his. "I cannot think of a better man to be my first."

Mr. Kallens just stared at her. And then he brought her chin up with his hand and lightly kissed her lips. "Are you sure?"

Amy ground down and he was now convinced that a large wet spot had formed under her pussy. "I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life."

His hands moved back to her waist. He slipped them under her skirt and touched her bare skin. "Mmmm," he murmured, marveling at how smooth she felt. His cock was so hard now that it ached. He adjusted it over a bit to relieve the pressure, and Amy noticed.

She kissed him hard, bringing her arms up to her chest. One by one, she unfastened the buttons, until her red lace matching bra was fully in view. Amy had smallish breasts, but they were perky and her nipples were hard as rocks right now. She made just a tiny strip tease out of it. Her arousal was making her bolder.

Once Amy's shirt was open, Mr. Kallens kissed the skin around the bra. He reached behind her and unfastened it, struggling just a bit, but finally releasing it. The bra draped over her eager breasts. She went to remove it, but he stopped her. Instead, he grabbed the loose garment with both hands and slid it across her skin. The silk moving across her was exhilarating, especially as it moved over her sensitive nipples. His tiny kisses followed the trail of the fabric, kissing and licking. 




Education of Amy Ch. 05



Amy leaned back and mashed her pussy forward, pressing her thigh forward until it was unmistakably against his erection.

Mr. Kallens removed her bra completely and leaned her back against the desk. He swirled his tongue around her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. His hand pinched the breast gently so that he could fit a good portion of the entire mound inside. His tongue was active and Amy pushed against him harder. That need she knew so well now built inside of her. Surprisingly, she realized that if he continued sucking on her breasts like this, that alone may make her come.

They stayed just like that for awhile, with Amy purring as Mr. Kallens kissed her stomach, licked her breasts, and sucked her nipples. It was intoxicating and Amy gave herself over fully to the sensations of her body.

He leaned against her chest, pushing her body back. Gravity took over and she was falling back, but he caught her and gently placed her on top of his desk, her legs draped over the side. He managed to do it without really letting up on her breasts. And he moved her legs so now she was not straddling his thigh, but he was between hers. His kisses were becoming licks on her breasts and they were straying onto her stomach. As he moved to her abdomen, her breathed hissed as she realized what was coming.

Mr. Kallens put his hands on Amy's skirt and lifted it ever so slowly. He watched as the fabric revealed Amy's pussy, which was glistening with wetness. Short tufts of hair framed beautifully engorged lips. The pinkness between was so bright and new, he could not help but be awed. His mouth watered. "Amy, you have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen."

Amy blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Kallens, but I don't..."

Whatever she was about to say was lost. Because Mr. Kallens put his tongue directly between her lips and licked her clit. Her back arched and she immediately started to cum. She was so keyed up from the entire encounter, it did not take much to send her over the edge the first time.

Jim had licked Amy before, but she never understood the euphemism "eating out" until Mr. Kallens went down on her. Just a minute into his ministrations, Amy realized that Jim had been in the minor leagues and her teacher was a pro. Where Jim was tentative and clumsy, Mr. Kallens dove into her hole with his tongue, swirled around her clit, licked up and down her crack, and then used his thick tongue to completely consume her. It was heaven with an edge. Her first orgasm quickly rolled into another and another, and each was more exquisite.

At the height of each orgasm, Mr. Kallens would back off and push his tongue inside of her vagina instead of attacking her sensitive clit. He licked the outside of her lips and then the inside, which drove her wild. He teased her, using his fingers to spread her sex so that he had unfettered access to all her sensitive spots. He even tongued the area between her anus and her pussy directly between her legs, and that alone sent her skyrocketing towards another body shaking orgasm. By the time he rose from between her legs, a huge smile on his face, she was quivering from the force of so much pleasure that it nearly made her burst.

"Oh my god, Mr. Kallens!" she exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked the appetizer Amy," he grinned at the way her eyes widened at "appetizer".

"There is more?" she asked, incredulously.

He nodded.

He kissed her full on the mouth. She did not know how she would react to tasting herself, but she found it seductive and naughty. "Oh yes, Amy, this is just the beginning."

Amy spied the bulge in her teacher's pants. Her need was great. She reached out and touched it with her hand gently. And then she rubbed him and, picking up speed, frantically pulled at his zipper, nearly ripping his pants in her haste. Mr. Kallens stood still and let her take the lead. His pants opened and she reached in. Confused, her hand encountered skin and something fleshy. Mr. Kallens said, "That's right, I am not wearing boxers today."

Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips. She fished out his hard cock, which sprang out of as soon as she lined it up properly. The force of its exit startled her. "It's beautiful," she said, nearly under her breath.

"Thank you, Amy," he responded.

She blushed at him, realizing her thought had been said out loud. "May I kiss it?"

Mr. Kallens gave a flourish with his hand. "Please do."

Amy wrapped her hand around his cock and stood up from the desk. She nudged her teacher, and he sat down on the desk. His cock jutted out through his zipper. She unfastened his pants button and spread out the fly. Kneeling down, she kissed right in the middle of his shaft. His cock twitched. She found the movement incredibly erotic.

Sticking out her tongue, she ran it up and down, stopping at the junction of his balls and going all the way up to the tip. Mr. Kallens hissed in appreciation. Opening her mouth, she took his head inside and swirled her tongue around it. He sighed, almost purring. Her hand rested on the top of his thigh and she bobbed her mouth so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

"That is great, Amy," Mr. Kallens said. "But, if you don't mind, could you use that hand on my cock at the same time." He moved her hand under her mouth.

The gentle way he gave praise and then instruction made it so Amy was not offended by being directed. She gently squeezed his dick as she sucked him.

"Mmmm, better," he said. "Now, pull my cock when you come up with your mouth, and push it when it goes in. Like you are jerking me off at the same time."

Amy complied with the instructions, and he started to noticeably breath harder. "That is very good, Amy. Very good." It made her warm inside that he liked what she was doing.

Her other hand found his balls and gently massaged him. Mr. Kallens murmured appreciation. "Wow, Amy, that was going to be my next suggestion. You really are a natural cock sucker."

Her breath caught and she flushed. She was proud of being a good cock sucker! It was a huge compliment. His breath got more ragged. He ran her hands through her hair, which somehow was a caring soothing gesture.

He pulled her up, kissing her hard on the mouth. "That is awesome, Amy, but I am afraid I may cum in your mouth if you continue."

She was truly confused. Didn't he want that?

"Oh, I would not mind cumming in your mouth at all, Amy, but I want to save it for the main course." He grinned. He stood and put her hand in his. He led her to the door behind his desk. She had never seen it open during class before, but now he opened it and ushered her inside.

It was a small room, nearly the size of a closet. There was a small desk on one side and a couch opposite the door on the other. Mr. Kallens tugged at the couch and she realized it was a futon, which he expanded. It pretty much filled the entire room like that. Part of her wondered why he had a futon in his closet, but thoughts became harder as he laid her down and rested his weight between her legs. 

Mr. Kallens stroked her hair gently as he lifted his body into position. Grasping his cock, he set it against her. "Amy, are you sure about this?" He asked gently.

She nodded, her eyes tearing up. He was so gentle with her. Her hips thrust up and her pussy encountered his erection. It was against her and she wanted it so badly to be inside her. That voice became a shout and she could no longer stand it. "Please, Mr. Kallens. Put it inside me."

He smiled. Tentatively, he put his cock head against her lips and moved it down. Her hole opened and he was inside of her, just up to the head. She moaned, appreciating the visitor. He held himself poised, and moved in super slowly. A light bulb went off in Amy's head.

"Um, Mr. Kallens. You don't have to worry about my hymen. I broke that in gymnastics long ago."

With that last bit of reluctance removed, he pushed his hips forward. Still going slow, he went deep and deeper, until he drove himself completely inside of her in, burying himself to the hilt. She hissed as he nearly bottomed out. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but it was wonderful. He filled her so completely. And he was touching her hair and kissing her cheek between strokes. He was incredibly sweet.

She did not notice at first, but he went from a gentle making love rocking of his hips to a full on fucking. He grabbed her hips and slapped himself so hard against her that his balls made contact with her pussy. And he pulled himself up so that his shaft rubbed her clit. It built a pressure inside her body.

As he persisted, he rotated his hips, increasing the range of her nerves hit by his cock. He went the full length in and the full length out, and then switched to small but hard strokes. He leaned to the left and then to the right, and moved her body this way and that. She responded, her breathing got ragged. She climbed to orgasm, her pussy undulating around his cock. 

He was going faster and harder and he started to breathe hard. "Amy, are you on the pill?" he asked.

She shook her head. He sighed. "I was hoping that I could cum right inside this sweet pussy."

Amy imagined what it would be like to have him empty himself right inside her. Strangely, it did not frighten her in the slightest. She craved for his cum to spurt. "Mmmm," she moaned.

His face contorted in a mixture of arousal and concentration. He continued to thrust inside her. A tiny inkling of warning told her that what they were doing was dangerous. Just when her worry was starting to rise to panic, he pulled himself out suddenly. His hand went to his cock. He rubbed his balls on her thigh and pumped it, and suddenly a warm hot liquid covered her stomach. It surprised and exhilarated her to know that she made a grown man cum. Especially since he was grunting and groaning. It was incredibly erotic and it made her horny.

She was trying to remember what his cum hitting her stomach felt like so that she could masturbate at home to relieve her horniness. "Mmmm," she purred, scissoring her legs open and closed. She thought she could remember it later and was anticipating getting herself off tonight. 

His hand reached her thigh and stroked her slit. "I think you could use just a little more, don't you?" He smiled at her knowingly.

Before she knew it, he was masturbating her with his nimble fingers. They tickled her clit and simulated fucking her vagina. She quivered under his expert touch, each nerve ending going off in sequence, melding into a kind of exquisite torture. The dam crumbled under the weight of a massive flood. It burst from her in a rush and the waters carried her forth on waves of pleasure.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was the Mt. Everest of orgasms and it lasted for minutes. It could have gone on forever, it seemed, except that she had to stop her teacher just to catch her breath. 

"Wow," was all she could manage.

Mr. Kallens chuckled. He had a proud smile on his face.

They collapsed together on the futon. Mr. Kallens lay on his back and pulled Amy over so that she was leaning against him. Kissing the top of her head, he gently placed it on top of his chest and wrapped his arms around her. The squeeze she received made her eyes water and happy tears bathed her face.

"Thank you," she whispered faintly.

"You are welcome, Amy," he said.

"I am glad you were my first, Mr. Kallens. It was better than I could ever have imagined," she said.

"That is awesome, Amy. It was exceptional for me too."

She rose from the futon and put her clothes back together. Fucking her teacher was risky enough, they did not want to push their luck.

As she left, she gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was so happy that she glowed.

She opened the door again, "Bye, Mr. Kallens."

"Oh, I think we will be seeing each other again someday, Amy, so let's just say 'see you later'. And, by the way, you can call me Derek."