10 comments/ 66907 views/ 7 favorites The Taming of Andrea By: Bazzza Anyone meeting Andrea Birch for the first time would soon realise that there was something not quite right, for she had none of the social graces that one would associate with a young girl. She said what she had to say, and usually nothing more or nothing less. Most kids of her age would find her uncommunicative, unfriendly and not much fun to be around, and therefore shun her at every opportunity. On the other hand, Andrea seemed to accept her treatment without resentment or prejudice, and got on with her life in the way she chose. I guess I was one of the few friends she had, not that you could ever call it a friendship in the true meaning of the word. I lived two blocks away from Andrea in a small town, its name not even worth a mention. Being of the same age, we went to the same schools and were sometimes in the same class - which means we kind of grew up together. But outside of school, we never socialised or anything like that. Unlike others, I was perhaps a little more sympathetic to Andrea's problems than others. One of my younger cousins was autistic and aspergers, and having been around him for many years, I could identify the associated behaviours. I had no doubt that Andrea carried a few minor asperger traits, the unsocial behaviour to name one. Overlooking that one difficulty, no one could ever doubt Andrea's intelligence, for she had an incredible memory and a wonderful logical manner of working things out that most of us couldn't fathom or match. She was also a talented athlete, but only in solo sports like running and swimming, for she would never be a team player. Her tall lean figure filled out in her adolescent years, and she sure looked good in gym shorts or a bathing suit, but only if one was brave enough to look. And as a young male teenager with raging hormones, I confess to more than a few careful glances. I guess because Andrea knew me better than anyone else, and the fact that I always treated her with a little dignity and respect, I got away with a bit more than others. Andrea wasn't a girl to trifle with, her scathing looks and sharp tongue kept most at bay. She stood her ground and never backed down from anyone if her cause was just. I can remember an incident in the second year of college when corporal punishment was available to teachers to keep the boys in line. Old Mr Morris was the most feared teacher at the school when it came to wielding the cane, as he had the ability to turn the most staunch boy into a blithering mess after a well delivered six of the best. The scars of such thrashings would last a painful week on ones backside. One of our classmates, Gavin Harris to be exact, had been cruelly tormented for a few days by other boys. It was most unfortunate that it was in Mr Morris's class that Gavin exploded after a little subtle encouragement. Mr Morris waited patiently for young Gavin to wind down, then retrieved his cane from under his desk and asked him to step outside into the corridor. We all knew that a travesty of justice was about to take place, but it was only Andrea who had the fortitude to stand up and challenge it. We could see the anger in Mr Morris's face at her interference, but each step that he took towards Andrea; she took one towards him until they stood eyeball to eyeball in the centre of the classroom. And there she delivered her version of the facts with the accuracy and conviction of a defence lawyer. To our surprise Mr Morris listened, considered Andrea's argument, and then placed his cane back under the desk. Andrea then turned and gazed scornfully around the room at all of us cowards, and we all looked down at the floor in shame. Later that afternoon, Mr Morris rounded up those tormenters of Gavin and gave them their just desserts; you can be assured that I was glad I wasn't one of them. Andrea earned a lot of kudos that day, but it didn't necessarily make her any more friends. Over the last two years of college, classes were given more than a few group assignments to complete. Andrea was always drawn to me, as no one really wanted to work with her. To me, this was always a little short sighted of my classmates, Andrea would put hours of hard work into them, and more often that not my contribution was minimal. We had this sort of arrangement; she would do most of the work, so long as I did all the class presentations. Having the gift of the gab, I found this little arrangement no hardship. I should add that our assignments were always amongst the top marks, and Andrea would always let me take the credit for them. Looking back, I reckon the teachers weren't that naive and had us well pegged. Most times, Andrea would come over to my home to work. The few times I went to hers, she always seemed on edge, and I doubt hers was a happy lot at home. On the other hand, my mum and dad were good people, and both my older sister Jane and my friends were always made welcome, and usually well fed by the time they left. For some reason, my mum especially got on well with Andrea, like there was some bond of understanding between them. Jane on the other hand was a little unsure of Andrea, and usually made herself scarce on her arrival. But at my home, Andrea's behaviour was always impeccable, and I made sure that I didn't upset her. Our time together Andrea was always business like, there was none of the usual banter and chat like my real friends, even though we were in the privacy of my bedroom. We started work on her arrival, and she went home when we were finished, the only interruption was from my mum delivering hot chocolate and fresh baking of some sort. I guess that Andrea was quite a private person, and the more people knew about her, the less she liked it. Forgive me if I have given the impression that Andrea was unattractive, because this was not so. She had a fine thick wavy mane of fair hair that looked good loose, or in a pony tail. Her skin was blemish free apart from a few freckles around her nose. Her big eyes were an incredible green, and would blaze with fire when angered. Her large lips were just right for kissing, and her teeth provided a perfect smile. She never wore makeup, and jewellery was limited to a wrist watch and small earrings. Her dress sense was simple, colourful tops, tight jeans and flat shoes. A girl like this would usually be chased all over town by the boys, but in Andrea's case, none were so bold; me included. I freely admit to many a schoolboy fantasy about Andrea, but that's all it could ever be. After the final year of school, I left home and headed for university to study electrical engineering. From a young age I've tinkered with electrical and electronic gizmos, and it was therefore a career dear to my heart. Right from the start I had a fine time at university; the most memorable was losing my virginity in the first week to a girl far worldly than I. Intimate encounters then became a recreational activity of some interest, for there seemed plenty of young ladies who wished to explore their sexuality in their newfound freedom. Amongst the joviality of numerous sex and booze binges, I even learnt a few things; I was bright and interested enough to accomplish good grades. After the end of each year, I would go home to family and friends to spend Christmas, and for well earned rest. On my arrival at home after the second year, I was informed that there was to be my old schools fiftieth reunion. At first I was blasé about the whole thing, but my bossy elder sister who was between boyfriend wanted to go, and take me with her. Eventually I was convinced, but not without a fight. Two years away from home had taught me to be independent and make my own decisions. Besides, a few days notice didn't exactly give me much time to make a success of myself, if you get my drift. On the night, it didn't take long for my misgivings to disappear, and it was good to catch up with old school mates. Because of the huge range of ages, we were given coloured badges to indicate which decade we attended. Our year congregated close to the bar, which was most convenient. I was surprised to see Andrea walk in, for she had more reasons than me not to turn up. I had to grin; all the other girls were dressed up to the nines in slinky dresses and smart attire. Andrea turned up in a purple top, black jeans and flat shoes, and still managed to look better than most. I gave her a wave, and a little smile appeared as she made her way to our group. I think the two years since school added maturity to all of us, and Andrea was welcomed warmly by all. Eventually, she sidled up to me and gave me a smile of sorts. "Nice of you to dress up." I bravely suggested. Her smile disappeared as she looked me up and down, the fact I was wearing jeans and a casual shirt wasn't exactly lost on her. "Mind you, you'd look good in anything." I added hoping to redeem myself. Her eyes lingered on me for a few seconds before heading to the bar for a drink, to my surprise she returned to my side, "So you're home for Christmas?" "Nah, home for good." I jested. "Got thrown out for being too bright." My attempt at humour was met with a look of contempt, obviously Andrea hadn't changed that much. "It's good to see you again. To be honest; I didn't expect you to come tonight." "Wasn't going too, but my mum told me that I should show my face. I'll have this drink and take my leave." I slipped a hand behind her and a finger through the empty belt loop of her jeans, "Maybe you should stay for awhile." "Why?" "Cause you're the best looking girl here, and I might want to talk to you." "If you don't take your hand off my butt, I'll break all your fingers." she suggested quietly. "Only if you promise to stay, for a while anyway." "Okay." I removed my finger and Andrea stayed exactly where she was. It was interesting looking at our group. Some of the guys were displaying the first signs of hair loss and beer bellies; some of the girls were looking frumpy beyond their years, more than one was married and one pregnant. Others looked real good, just like Andrea. While she didn't contribute much, she listened politely and provided the odd begrudging smile. Some of our old teachers mingled asking what we were up to in the big wide world. When it came to her turn, Andrea suggested that she working in her family business, but looking at a few different things for the following year. Later in the night, old Mr Morris turned up and chatted amicably for some time, and he seemed different from the old grumpy and fierce teacher I remembered him to be. He took the time to speak to most of us, and he eventually got to Andrea. "Ah, the young lady who put me in my place, and quite rightly so too." he commented with a beaming smile. "It's not often that a pupil teaches her teacher something, but you certainly did that. If I didn't commend you then, I do now." But Andrea remained silent and glared at him, and a few long seconds later, he turned and walked away without another word. "That was a bit harsh." I said. Andrea turned her unsympathetic eyes towards me, "He was a bullying bastard, and I reckon he enjoyed all those thrashings he dished out. I'll never forgive him, and nor should any of us. Anyway, its time I should go." My hand slipped again through the belt loop of her jeans, "Nope, I haven't finished with you yet." "You're pushing your luck." she suggested. I shrugged my shoulders, "You've been pushing yours for years, now it's my turn." "You've certainly got mouthy and brave since you've been away." "Yep, but it's nice to be around you again, for all your faults." She grinned, "And what would they be?" "Too many to list." "Well, let's go somewhere else then, I'm sick of all these people." We ended up sitting outside on a low brick garden wall near the main entrance. We chatted about this and that, and what we'd been up to since our school days. Andrea inquired about life at university, and I gave her the low down on what it was like, especially the social activities. "And the girls?" she asked. "Plenty of girls, but no one serious." "I'm jealous." Andrea suggested after dwelling on my confession for a few seconds, "Why are you jealous?" I asked. "Because I always liked you." "I never knew that." I replied. "I just thought you hated me a little less than all the others." She didn't reply, and we sat silently in the dark warm air for awhile sipping from our half filled glasses. "I've never been good expressing my feelings." she confessed swinging her legs out in front of her. "You were the only one that had any time for me." "I always liked you, but you kind of scared me too. I was always waiting for you to bite my head off." "I never did though." "No, you didn't." "So, what about the girls at varsity?" "What about them?" "Do you sleep with them?" I laughed at her directness, "Only when they let me." "I'm still a twenty year old virgin." she offered after a few seconds of contemplation. "Although a reluctant one." "That's your fault. There isn't a guy in town who'd turn you down." "I haven't exactly had them pounding at my door." "Well, you don't know how attractive and desirable you are. If you didn't scare them all off, you could take your pick." "There's only one guy in town I'm interested in, and he's sitting right here beside me." she said. I turned to Andrea and found her looking across at me; she smiled and took my hand in hers. "Tonight, I want to lose my virginity, and I want you to be the one to take it." She laughed at my dumbfounded look, "I really, really want to do this, so just say yes. I've got my mum's car; we can go and find somewhere nice and quiet." "We can go to my place if you like. Jane's here, my parents are out and won't be back to real late." Andrea finished her drink in one gulp and placed the empty glass on the ground beside the wall. "Lets go." she said. After giving my sister Jane a sly wink and telling that I was heading off, I wandered outside again and into the car park where Andrea was waiting for me. We were both too nervous to talk about we were about to do, and we made small talk on the drive back to my place. Once out of the car, we held hands and I led her upstairs and into my bedroom which had been tidied by my mum since I left earlier that night. After closing the door, I dimmed the light to get a more seductive atmosphere. By the time I'd turned, Andrea had removed her shoes, and was in the process of removing her top. Her jeans were undone and sliding down her thighs, and then kicked off. Her hands reached behind her back with the intention of removing her bra. I suddenly realised that to Andrea, this was going to be a mechanical physical act devoid of any emotion or passion. I didn't want that, I wanted it to be special and tender, a seduction of kisses and caresses before the actual act. I moved quickly and gently took her into my arms, my hands sliding around her slim waist. I nuzzled her neck taking in her sweet perfume before sliding my lips over hers. Our first kiss was tongue-less and awkward, and it dawned on me that Andrea had never kissed a boy before. "Open your mouth a little." I whispered. My tongue slipped through her lips and toughed hers; and then danced delicately together. My hands wander over her body, tracing her curvaceous figure, her slim waist sliding outwards over her wide thighs. A sigh escaped her lips, and for the first time I detected a little arousal. I lowered my face into her cleavage, my tongue tracing the outline of the lacy material. I reached behind her, and displaying some precision, unclipped her bra in an instant. The garment slid slowly forward past her tan lines exposing her full breasts and pert nipples. I flicked a tongue over both nipples, and she again sighed as I sucked one into my mouth and suckled upon it, then the other. For some time I licked, sucked and caressed her breasts before lowering my hands to her thighs. I traced the outward curves and then moved upwards to that special little place, and she jumped as my fingers slipped between her warm thighs. Then she shifted one foot slightly giving me more room to explore that lovely little place. I slowly eased her panties down her thighs until they fell to the floor, and then I stepped back to look. Our eyes met first, and I found it difficult to look downwards. Her body was a myriad of luscious curves, full and shapely and exquisite to gaze upon. Her breasts remained upright, her dark nipples pointing straight back towards me. I lowered my gaze to her thighs; and to where a wide triangle of thick dark curls so thick that what lay beneath could not be seen. "Strip me." I asked, for this should not be a one sided affair. Andrea stepped to me, her fingers reaching for my shirt buttons. I kissed her gently on the lips as they were undone and my shirt pushed back over my shoulders. Her hand dropped to my jeans, my belt released and my zipper lowered. Her hands went to the sides, and the jeans were lowered, and then my briefs also. "Right off." I asked. She knelt before me, my cock heavy in stiffness waved before her face while her hands removed my shoes, jeans and briefs. She quickly stood as if to avoid the danger of my erection, but I took her hand and guided it to my shaft. Her grip was light, but then I felt her hand tighten slightly as if to test its resilience, and then slide forward over the head. I kissed her again, my tongue was met halfway, and there we stayed as I explored her breasts. When Andrea's hand dropped from my shaft, I eased her close and my cock slipped nicely between her thighs. We spent some minutes gently kissing and caressing, my cock sliding slowly back and forth between her warm thighs. Andrea closed her legs slightly trapping my shaft between her lips, and the wetness of her arousal quickly became apparent. I guided Andrea to the bed and we fell into each others arms. After a long kiss, I ran my tongue gently down her neck towards her breasts. She lay submissively still as each nipple was tenderly licked and suckled, and then I continued my journey downwards. Her legs were slightly raised, and parted enough for my hand to slide through her thick curls to the virgin lips beyond. She moaned loudly as my fingers gently explored her lips, her clitoris hard and proud to the touch, below her opening tight around my finger. I moved downwards and rolled between her thighs, then tickled her navel with my tongue. Her triangle of curls hugged my face as my tongue slipped downwards, then her hands reached for my face. "No, please don't do that." she whimpered. "Not there, please no." But her resolve disappeared instantly as my tongue flicked over her clitoris and down into her deep valley. A hint of soap and natural musky scent greeted me as I buried my face in her pussy, and I gently lapped and suckled upon her. Andrea began to squirm under me, her legs spread wide and her pleasure obvious. I pulled away slightly to catch my breath, and allowed my fingers to carry on their good work. And now I had time to take in the view. Through the flattened matt of dark curls I could see her full glistening lips. Her pussy was perfectly shaped, clitoris large and erect, and her inner lips tidy and pretty in their pinkness. Her opening was elongated and looked enticingly delicate, but I knew that it wouldn't stay like that for long if I had my way. I lowered my face again into her steaming wetness, then inserted a finger gently inside her and curled it upwards towards the G spot. There was no resistance when I raised her legs high and back against her chest. Her pussy was now at its most vulnerable, and mine for the taking. Although I was just in my twenties, I was most accomplished in this act. The young lady who had stolen my virginity had a great love of having her pussy licked. While perched spread legged on her favourite padded chair, she taught me the fine art of pussy licking, the gentle teasing before settling into a pre orgasmic rhythm. My reward would be a fine sucking of cock, and my sperm swallowed and then suckled until I lay limp. Over many weeks until we split, this lady allowed me to hone my skills and turned me into a fine lover. Since then, I've pleasured more than a few pussies, and have always been commended for my abilities. But before me right at this moment lay a woman of no experience, and I wanted to do my best. No matter what happened in the future, I wanted her to remember me and the pleasure I gave her. I too was nervous, for I'd never had the pleasure of a virgin before this day. And of course, I wanted it to be special. The Taming of Andrea At first my first touch of the G spot, Andrea stopped moving and lay still as she came to terms with my assault. This provided me an opportunity to take her clitoris in my mouth and suckle it, and each time I flicked my tongue over her sweet little mound, a little shudder ripped through her body. I soon settled into a nice little rhythm, my finger working her now sopping insides, and my tongue vigorously working her clitoris. Slowly but surely, Andrea began to move against me, and then settled in working diligently with me. Little moans of pleasure floated down the bed towards me urging me onwards, and I knew that I was going to make her cum. Her writhing began to take on more urgency, and she dropped one leg to the bed to provide herself a little stability. For the next few minutes I worked her into a frenzy, and just as she was about to reach orgasm she froze. "Noooo, nooo, please stop." she moaned trying to push my face away. "Please no more." I looked up through beautiful thighs to her frowning face, "It's okay." She lifted her head and gazed down at me through her large eyes. "I'm scared, I've never felt like that before." she whispered. "It's okay, just trust me. Let me try again, but you have to let yourself go." I suggested before lowering my face to her warm lips. It took a while to get Andrea back into it, but eventually she relaxed and let me work her pussy. I suckled upon her lips and teased her clitoris before sliding my finger inside to her G spot. We again achieved that nice rhythm, her pussy pushing back against me, and then faster and faster, her little cries echoing around the room. And all of a sudden I felt a series of shudders rock her body as it arched above the bed; I struggled to stay with her erratic movements, and attempted to hold one thigh still with my free hand. I continued to finger her and keep my face buried between her lips, as her orgasm flowed through her body. I worked diligently until it began to fade and her body slide downwards on the bed, only then did I remove my finger and lower my tongue from her clitoris, which I knew from experience would be too sensitive to lick. Cuddling her outer thighs with my hands, I gently kissed her gaping lips as her body slowly unwound. "You're a real dirty bastard." she whispered down to me. "I smiled, "Didn't enjoy it eh?" "It was wonderful; I've never felt like that before." I raised myself and slid upwards, my tongue flicking each nipple on the way. She took my head in her hands and gave me a peck on the lips. At first she was a little unsure, as my face was cover in her juices, but her tongue was soon in my mouth, and our resulting long kisses were full of passion. My cock found its way between her thighs, and I had great pleasure in running it up and down her wet lips. Andrea began to push against me trying to guide the head to her opening. She broke our kiss and held my face close, her hand sliding down between her thighs and guiding my cock to the right place. "Just remember I'm going to kill you if this hurts." she said. My cock was now at her entrance, but unable to penetrate her. I felt Andrea's fingers adjust her lips, and then she raised herself against me. I felt her resistance suddenly disappear and the head of my cock popped inside. A little gasp of pain escaped her lips, but instead of keeping her promise to kill me, Andrea began to rock gently back and forth, and inch by inch I began to penetrate her warm insides. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit, feels fuuuuucking huge inside me." she groaned. "Want me to stop?" She chuckled, "Hell noooo. "It's kind of nice too." I carefully began to caress her pussy with slow strokes, the tightness of her tunnel gripping my cock firmly, the exquisiteness of it bringing me close to orgasm. I stopped moving and kissed her until it ebbed, and then started moving inside her again. After a little experimentation, Andrea positioned her legs against my thighs, her hand sliding loving me across my back. "Mmmmm, this is quite nice. Trouble is, my legs aren't used to being this wide." she commented after awhile. "You'll get used to it." I offered. She laughed loudly, "Oh will I, and who with?" With me I hope, I thought to myself. For the next few minutes, we kissed and caressed as we made love. By this time she was taking my full length without complaint, and was meeting my gentle movements. Then I slid from her and rolled onto my back. "Your turn on top." I suggested using my muscles to make my cock dance in the air. Andrea eyed my cock with some interest before taking it in hand, "Not very pretty is it?" I pretended insult, "It's a very nice one I'll have you know." "Mmmmmmmm, I'll have to take your word for it, seeing it's the only one I've seen." she said while slipping astride me and manoeuvring herself of my shaft. "Like this?" she asked. This time, my penetration was thwarted by a lack of lubrication, and frown of discomfort was evident on her pretty face. "Hang on, I've got something." I said while slipping out from under her. I walked to the tall set of drawers, and under a pile of folded clothes, I retrieved a strategically hidden tube of lube and a packet of condoms before returning to the bed and the waiting Andrea. "How safe are you?" I asked. She thought about it for a second or two, "I'm safe from pregnancy for the next few days. We don't need those do we?" "No, I'm very careful." I replied. Andrea looked into my eyes as she slid astride me leaving my cock standing high against her navel. Taking the tube, she dribbled a little over the head and rubbed it over the length, then after raising herself, reached down and placed a little between her thighs. With one finger, she guided my shaft back under her, and then let herself slowly slide down it. Then leaning forward, she lowered her face to mine. Our love making was slow, tender and passionate. We kissed and caressed as Andrea moved back and forth on my shaft. From time to time, she raised herself so that I could lick her nipples. Her eyes remained closed, a little smile of contentment on her face. I affectionately stroked her thighs, and caressed her narrow waist and wide shoulders as she rode me. "Didn't think I'd be doing this tonight." she commented. I laughed, "I didn't think I'd be doing this any time. Wait till the guys at school hear about this." Andrea stopped moving and glared down at me, "YOU WOULDN'T DARE." "Shit, who'd believe me?" "I'd just tell everyone that you've got a small dick, and you're lousy in the sack." I pulled a face, "Am I?" "Yes, but you're the only person that I'd ever do this with, so behave yourself." I looked up her, "Seriously, I've always like you." She smiled, "Seriously, I know that, and I've always had a soft spot for you too. Maybe I should have made more of an effort to show it." "You're doing just fine now." A passionate kiss was her reply. "I hate to tell you this, but I'm getting sore down there." Andrea murmured a short time later. "I can't go on for much longer." "Want me to stop?" "No, I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel what its like." I eased Andrea onto her back and knelt between her open thighs. I applied a little more lube to my cock and then a little between her pussy lips. Her inner thighs were wet and shiny, and her triangle of curls now flat and transparent. Her outstretched arms beckoned me, and I moved over her. One arm slipped around me, her other hand taking my shaft and guiding it home. Andrea moaned as I slid in to the hilt, and her legs gripped me tightly as I began to ride her. My cock felt trapped in her tight, warm and wet pussy, and I could feel every delectable inch of her tunnel. Little whimpers of pleasure greeted me as I picked up speed, our bodies soon glued together with sweat as they slapped noisily together. I soon felt the charge of my orgasm, my cock bursting with pressure as I ejaculated deep inside her writhing pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I can feel it." she whispered into my ear. "It feels nice and warm." Andrea held me tightly as I relaxed, she wisely raised her knees to keep my cum from spilling from her. I heard myself moan in delight, for my cock felt like it was immersed in a cup of warm milk. "Mmmmmmmmm, that was nice." she whispered. "I think I like fucking." I was simply too knackered to respond. I cared not that my sheet was a sodden mess by the time I gathered enough strength to roll from between her thighs. Andrea then cuddled into me with her face buried in my neck. "Thank you." she whispered and gave me a little kiss. "For?" "For being so gentle with me." For a while we talked as we kissed and cuddled, and neither of us seemed to care when we dozed off. I awoke to the birds singing in the tree outside my window, a quick glimpse at the light penetrating the sides of the dark curtains told me it was late. The noise in the kitchen below told me that I was in trouble, for my mother was always an early riser. Andrea stirred as I turned towards her; one exposed breast seemed to beckon me. A smile appeared as I suckled upon it, and the sheet was pulled down to expose the other. I eased the sheet downwards to take in her lovely thighs, my hand sliding down between them. Andrea removed my hand and slapped it playfully. "Oh no you don't, I'm kind of tender down there because of you." I took her hand and placed over my erection, and she stroked it a few times before letting it go. "Oh no you don't, not that either. I know what you're up to." Her arms slipped around my neck and pulled me close, and we kissed for awhile. "You realise that my mum's up and about, and you're going to have to run the gauntlet." "We're both adults, and I don't care." she offered. "My mum thinks I'm still a virgin." I suggested. Andrea shrieked with laughter and pushed me away, "You, a virgin." she laughed. "That's virgin on the ridiculous." The sight of Andrea nude body was not helping my erection, and she wisely got out of bed to escape my wandering hands. I climbed out after her, and we stood in a tight embrace, with my erection again probing her inner thighs. "You can dress me if you want." she suggested. For the first time in my life, I actually got to dress a lady; usually I was trying to undress them. I kissed her lovely thighs as I lifted her panties over her pussy. I suckled upon her nipples while placing her bra in place. I kissed her deeply after easing her top over her shoulders. But she had to help me getting her tight jeans over her shapely firm buttocks; the grand finale was kneeling before her and placing a shoe on each foot. When I asked to reciprocate, she told me not to be such a lazy bastard and dress myself. She did help though, but it took a little time to get my erection into my jeans. To give my mother her due, she took the sight of Andrea trailing me into the kitchen pretty well. After a quick double take, she smiled and said hello, then invited Andrea to stay for breakfast. But a passing glare from her when Andrea wasn't looking suggested it however might be my last breakfast at home. My dad had gone to work, but my sister Jane was in her pyjamas at the dining table reading the morning paper and munching on toast. The look on her face was something to be remembered, her eyes wide and her mouth agape as Andrea sat down opposite her. When Jane turned her attention to me, I smiled and gave her a wink. "This is a bit of a surprise." Jane muttered casually as she took a mouth full of toast. Andrea looked coolly across at my sister, "Just borrowed your brother to rid me of my virginity, hope you don't mind." The look on Jane's face was priceless and a half chewed piece of toast flew from her mouth across the table. I began to laugh, and Andrea joined me, then Jane got caught up in it too. Seconds later, the three of were laughing uncontrollably, the tears soon streaming down our faces. My mother arrived from the kitchen to see what all the ruckus was about. Jane assured her that she didn't want to know, and my mother used a little discretion and headed back to the kitchen. As usual, my mother provided a feast, and by the time Andrea left for home, she was well satisfied in whole lot of ways. I escaped my mother's wrath, apart for a snide comment about a bloody sheet. Jane, well aware of Andrea's reputation suggested I was the bravest man in town. As for me, well, I thought I was just the luckiest. Over the next few weeks, Andrea and I spent a lot of time together, mostly in the sack. She became an accomplished lover, and provided me with numerous orgasms. I didn't care whether they were by pussy, mouth or hand, for they were all pretty damned good. Andrea became more confident about sex, even to the point that she would sometimes masturbate herself to orgasm while I watched. Other times, she would selfishly lie back and let me organise her orgasms. And after our love making, we would lie contented in each others arms. But alas, all good things come to an end. The time for me to return to university arrived, and Andrea stood me up on our last date as a show of unhappiness and defiance. This really pissed me off, because maybe we could have gone on from there, who knows. Over the next few weeks, I tried to ring her, but the messages left were never answered. I soon settled back in varsity, but had to manage the distraction of all the new first year female students, and as the months drifted past, I thought of Andrea less and less. Over the following months, I had my share of sexual liaisons, but nothing serious developed. I again went home for Christmas, and on a whim rang Andrea's home, but was told that she no longer lived there and no other information on her whereabouts was offered by her rude mother. By the time of my graduation, Andrea was long forgotten about, and after a little overseas travel, I secured a job in my university town and so began my career. It was a few years later that I met my wife Sophie. Much to her disgust, I like to tell people that I met her at a local strip club. The truth of the matter was that she and thirty other feminist protesters were picketing the grand opening of a new strip club not far from where I lived. I was supposed to be on a night out with the boys, and after a few drinks at a local bar, we decided to visit the club. The problem was that we had to run the gauntlet of the noisy demonstrators. I was contemplating the risk factor when this pretty little brunette holding a placard approached me. She suggested in no uncertain terms that watching women remove their clothes for money was immoral and indecent. Normally, I would ignore people such as these, but in few short seconds, this fiery little vixen had me more than a little interested. I stood and listened to her argument while taking in her tight little figure. I then countered her argument suggesting that we live in a democracy, and people should have the right to do anything they liked, so long as it didn't break the law. We battled for a few minutes before I suggested that maybe we could continue the argument over a coffee. My suggestion stopped her dead in her tracks; she cocked head to one side and asked if I was asking her for a date. Yes, I replied, but only to save my soul from the devil. She grinned and handed her placard to someone else, and I abandoned my friends. Minutes later, we were sitting in a small café completely ignorant of the fact that our lives were about to change forever. It didn't take long to realise that Sophie was something special. Apart from being stunning looking, she was clever, funny, kind and lovingly affectionate. She was the type of girl that would climb into your lap for a cuddle, or give me a big spontaneous hug and kiss in public. I was surprised to learn she was a virgin, for she'd never managed to find Mr Right. I was damned determined that I was going to be him, and I courted this young lady's affections like never before. As our relationship blossomed, Sophie slowly succumbed to my advances. But not wanting to push her into something she didn't really want to do, I took her seduction quietly. She enjoyed the kissing and touching, and after a few weeks agreed to spend the night in my bed, on the condition that her panties stayed on. It was a night of considerable passion, but I obeyed her wishes and her panties did indeed stay on. This was repeated a couple more times; then in a moment of rampant lust, she asked me to remove them. That night I demonstrated my pussy licking skills, but refrained from trying to slide my cock into her, although I'm sure she would have let me. I was later rewarded with a nice handjob before we cuddled up and went to sleep. This scenario took place a few times, but then on a Friday night after another good pussy licking, Sophie straddled me and guided my cock to pussy, and then promptly sat down on it. She then leaned forward and kissed me after suggesting that she loved me very much, which was a moment that I'll never forget. Over the following few months, Sophie became an accomplished lover, she was a person who liked to please others, including our exploits in the bedroom. There was nothing she wouldn't try, and not much she didn't like. She asked me to shave her pussy, and liked it so much that it became one of my regular chores. By the time I took Sophie home to meet my family, she was the most important thing in my life. My mother more than anyone else, sensed that there was something more to this relationship. A close bond quickly developed between these two, enhanced by the fact that Sophie had lost her own parents some years back. When my sister Jane thought she'd have a bit of fun by telling Sophie about some of my previous exploits, my mother fired a look over her bow that would have had Stalin running scared. Jumping forward a few years, Sophie became my wife and not too long after that became pregnant with our first child. Impending motherhood seemed to worry Sophie, and we decided to shift back to my old home town where family support would be on hand. The expectant and excited grandmother just rolled up her sleeves and asked to bring it on. Our first born was a healthy young boy we named Josh, and was followed a twenty months later by a sister called Kate, the following years were the best a young family could have. Down under, school years seven and eight are completed at what we call an intermediate school, from there students move onto college to complete their studies. By the time our Josh hit intermediate school, he was a tall strapping lad, but with a gentle and polite personality for which his mother can take most of the credit. After a few months at his new school, parent teacher interviews took place. As our young daughter Kate was unwell at the time, I was deemed responsible enough by my good wife to attend the interview with Josh's teacher, a Mrs Martin. It was some surprise when I entered the classroom to be greeted by Mrs Martin, Mrs Andrea Martin to be more precise. She smiled at my surprise, "Hello, its good to see you again." "Jesus, Andrea, I had no idea." I mumbled. "I wondered how long it would be before we crossed paths. You're looking well." I stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, "How'd you know Josh was my son." Andrea chuckled loudly, "Because he looks like you, acts like you, and I've seen the family photos. It wasn't too hard really. Come, let's sit down." We gazed across the table from each other. Andrea hadn't changed too much, her mane of hair cut stylishly shorter, her face filled out a little, but still attractive. My thoughts travelled downwards to those full breasts that stretched her top, and the triangle of curls that hid that special spot I had loved so much. But she held my gaze and it would've been impolite to leer at her attributes. The Taming of Andrea "I guess I owe you an apology. You know, for letting you down on that last night." I remained silent waiting for her explanation, for it was something that troubled me greatly all those years back. "I was angry." she said. "I was angry that you were going away and leaving me. I felt that I'd been used and was going to be abandoned. Looking back, it was kind of stupid really. I knew the score right from the start, so god knows why was I so angry." "I thought you enjoyed being used." I offered. I watched as she blushed, then her eyes flashed in anger a second later. "It was okay I suppose, mustn't grumble." "You're such a liar." I replied with a smirk. Her hard demeanour remained, "You've got very brave in your old age, how much longer do you want to live?" "I'd hate to think that my son's teacher was a liar, are you going to tell me that you didn't enjoy our time together?" She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, and then turned back to me, "The fucking was good, but putting up with you was the real pain in the arse." I laughed, "And do you reckon that you weren't hard work. Christ, I was in fear of my life half the time." "Touché. But now you've got that pretty little wife that brings Josh to school, you did okay there." "And what about you?" I asked. Andrea told me how she'd gone to teacher's training school not longer I'd left to go back to varsity. While she didn't like her family life, she did like the town where she was brought up, and took the first teaching opening that was available. She was married with one child, but just going through a messy divorce. I felt kind of bad when her eyes became noticeably wet. We chatted about this and that before we turned to the progress of my son, who was doing very well I might add. My allotted fifteen minutes went quickly, and it was soon time for me to go. "So, are you too happily married to take me out for a drink?" she asked as we stood. I knew that this was dangerous ground, and that Andrea would have no qualms dragging me off to bed if she so desired. I had too much at stake to even consider it for a second. I smiled graciously, "I'm sorry Andrea, I don't think I could trust myself with you." She looked back at me for a few seconds, "A nice put down. You're wise to turn me down, but what might have been, eh?" I walked away deep in thought, but wise in the knowledge I'd done the right thing. I declined to tell Sophie about Andrea, for little good would've come from it. A week or so later, I asked Josh what Mrs Martin was like as a teacher. He told me she was a bit crabby, but was always nice to him. He kind of liked her as much as any adolescent boy liked their female teacher. I had been a little concerned that he might have been given a rough time by Andrea after I declined her invitation, but it was nice to know that Andrea was good to him. If I thought I could keep my past relationship with Andrea from my good wife, I was eventually to be proven very wrong. It was on a Friday night when Josh was staying over at a friends place, and Kate was with her grandmother. Sophie and I were in bed with a nice bottle of red wine and a plate full of crackers and pate watching a movie. We often did this on a Friday night, but usually when the kids were asleep at the other end of the house. It was a relaxing way to wind up the working week, the downside was the cracker crumbs in the bed; the upside was the great sex that often resulted. "I didn't know that you knew Josh's teacher." she commented. I felt my stomach take a turn, for I knew it was all about to come out. The one thing I never did was to lie to my lovely Sophie. Then I remembered that another round of parent teacher interviews had taken place, and this time I didn't go. Andrea had obviously said something, but what? "We dated a few times just after I left school." "And you never thought to tell me?" she challenged. "I didn't know she was Josh's teacher until I went to the last interviews. Martin is her married name." Sophie gazed across at the large TV screen for a few seconds while taking a sip of her wine, "And?" "And what?" I inquired. "Did you sleep with her?" I sighed, for this was going to get rough. This was the first time that Sophie had met one of my previously lovers. "Yes." I answered. "More than once?" "Yes, a lot more than once." "Was she good in bed?" "Once she got the hang of it, I was her first." "I'm jealous." she admitted after a few seconds of contemplation. I switched off the TV with the remote and pulled Sophie close, "It was a long time ago." "I'm still jealous." I turned Sophie around so that she was facing me, her leg slipping elegantly across me. I took her face and held it in my hands, "I love you very much, and don't ever think that I don't. You're the only girl for me." Our kiss was long and passionate, our tongues playing and probing. I eased her slinky top over her head and caressed her lovely breasts. Sophie looked down at her breasts in my hands, "They're not a big as Mrs Martins." "No, but your pussy's bigger." I bravely suggested. In an instant Andrea reached for the pate knife, her other hand grabbing my semi erect cock and stretching it painfully to it maximum length. The knife, luckily blunt was run not so gently across the base. I laughed and rolled Andrea onto her back, then lowered my face to her pussy, ignoring her frantic efforts to get away. My face was quickly buried between those luscious shaven pussy lips, and her struggling soon evaporated as my tongue found her clitoris. "Why did I fall in love with such a heathen?" she murmured. "Any chance of inviting Andrea over for a threesome?" I asked when I came up for air. Her thighs snapped shut over my ears and squeezed my head unmercifully. "I'll take that as a no." I whispered before again running my tongue through her lovely silky moist slit. "You know you're going to pay for that, don't you?" she replied as the first little tremors rippled through her body. I smiled smugly, because for all her threats, my lovely little lady didn't have a bad bone in her.