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Learning Curve

By: Dakota_North



Richard took one look around the parking lot and shook his head. It wasn't a lack of spaces that perturbed him, he had already found a spot. Even as he hung his head and resigned himself to his fate, Richard knew that there was no one to blame but himself. After all, he hadn't quite flunked out of the university, but only because he willingly withdrew after his first year there. With the disastrous results he had attained, he couldn't even call it a full freshman year. Still, he had enough credits to have a bit of an edge here, and he vowed not to make the same mistakes twice. Raising his grade point average was the only way he'd get back to a university, and community college was the best way for Richard to do it. That didn't mean he had to like it.


As soon as he reminded himself of his long term goals, Richard finally stepped out of his car and gathered up his books. In a show of defiance, his notebooks were decorated with the crests of the school he had nearly failed out of, the one he wanted to go to, and the local college he was now stuck attending. At least his course load would be easy. Richard desperately needed credits he could transfer, and banging away at basic courses was the way to do it. Besides, most of them would be easy enough for him to ace, and that would offset his dismal academic performance to date. As long as he kept his ultimate goal in sight, Richard was able to walk to class with pride, and his determination showed. A lot of his fellow students were here only because it beat getting a real job, and they had no plans beyond the two year curriculum. After his first day of classes, anyone who met Richard would know he was not like that at all.

On that first fateful day, Richard found most of his course work to be easy, even simple when compared to the rigorous academics that had felled him. However, one of his professors ran his class quite efficiently, and this provided Richard with a challenge. It was a Western History course, the kind that ran only until the mid seventeenth century, but the caliber of students seemed to be higher here. They also enjoyed a lively discussion of daily current events and such, a discussion that Richard attempted to dominate. In most of his classes, he would have been successful, but not here. A bright young lady who possessed a very different viewpoint of the world rose to his challenge, and they frequently butted heads. Her name was Amy, and she was as gorgeous as she was smart. Their debates could take up nearly half the class time, and whenever Richard seemed to be gaining the upper hand, Amy's friend Mandy would give her a hand and chime in. At times Richard seemed exasperated by the endless debates he wound up in, but his professor saw them as quite helpful and encouraged them. Richard crossed the line in class only once, calling Amy a 'seditious bitch', but he quickly apologized. The fact that he did so publicly showed Amy that he was truly a gentleman. It also raised the esteem that his professor held him in. He even went so far as to plant the suggestion in Amy's ear that she seat herself next to Richard, and of course Mandy followed suit. Often they would sit on either side of him, which further heated their debates, but Richard didn't seem to mind. He was used to being under pressure, and besides, one could do a lot worse than sit between Amy and Mandy.

While Richard spent a lot of his time clashing with the two girls, he had to admit he wouldn't mind spending time out of class with them. It was a feeling that he suspected they reciprocated, but none of them felt like being open about it, at least not yet. Perhaps doing so would be a sign of weakness, and with the spirit they were exhibiting in the classroom none of them wanted to give the slightest bit of advantage. That was a shame, for the attraction certainly was there, especially between Amy and Richard. She would go out of her way to try and catch a glimpse of him between classes. That wasn't too hard, Richard stood out against the crowd, especially with his rugged good looks and strong demeanor. He too went about trying to get an eyeful of Amy's petite figure, especially her cute little buns. More than once Richard wondered how her red hair would look while her head was bobbing up and down in his lap. Mandy was rather easy on the eyes as well, Richard had the good fortune to run across her in the library, and they'd studied together a bit. During that time he exerted a good deal of effort trying to guess the voluptuous brunette's bra size as well. Try as they would to deny it, the feelings they had for each other smoldered beneath the surface for nearly half of the semester. Day by day though, the walls between them came down just a little, and while their debate sessions were as spirited as ever, a genuine friendship, one based on respect for each other, was forming as well.

The test of that friendship came several weeks into the semester. Their class was going on an excursion to an art museum which had a famous collection of period artifacts. It almost seemed incongruous, for often half the class would be spent on current events, but there was still Medieval and Renaissance work for them to cover, and this would enhance the experience. In these categories, Richard's previous education served him well, for he had taken some more specialized courses that covered this time period. Before they went on this trip, he had cleared it with the professor that he wouldn't necessarily have to stay with the group as they went on their tour. To be fair, the offer was extended to the entire class, and Richard was a bit surprised when Amy and Mandy volunteered to go with him. He turned the tables on them by asking if they'd be so kind as to drive him to the museum.

"What's wrong with your car?" quizzed Amy.

"It's not my car, it's my mother's," came the sheepish reply.

"Oh, mom's car," teased Amy. She was enjoying this. Mandy was beaming as well. "Nice, very nice."

"Yeah, well..." shrugged Richard. He was smiling now as well, and then Mandy chirped in.

"Don't worry, Richard," she began. "Amy's car is a piece of junk."

"Hey! Stop it!" snapped an indignant Amy. "I got it for my eighteenth birthday. Why don't you drive anywhere?" That question was rhetorical. "Oh, that's right," continued Amy. "You don't have a car either."

"I know, I know," laughed Mandy. "I didn't get a car when I turned eighteen, so now I have to be jealous of your piece of shit car." 

With that exchange over, they piled into Amy's well worn Sentra. It was a tight squeeze, but the car held together. Mandy had called 'shotgun' on the way there, so Richard had to eat his knees as he wedged himself into the back. To compensate, he leaned forward between the two front seats. This had the unexpected advantage of allowing him to sneak a look here and there at the girls' exposed legs. Mandy was wearing shorts, but Amy was wearing a tight little denim skirt. Poor Richard couldn't decide which one to focus his attention on! With such a fine view in front of him, he maintained a pleasant conversation with the two of them. The longer they drove, the more flirtatious their conversation grew, giving Richard all the excuse he needed to keep leaning forward. This was a little out of the ordinary, but he couldn't get enough of those fine legs. Luckily for him, the girls didn't catch on to what he was doing, and they arrived at the museum soon enough. Once inside, they stayed with the main group for a while, until Richard decided it was time for him to strike out on his own. Amy immediately followed him, they'd been inseparable since the ride in. On the other hand, Mandy was torn between which group to go with. She decided to catch up with Richard and Amy, who were heading down a side passageway. If Mandy had stopped to look, she would have noticed the two of them were arm in arm. Amy stepped away when she heard Mandy's footsteps, and turned to meet her friend. Because she stepped out in front of him, Richard didn't notice the vicious glare Amy shot at Mandy as she made her approach.

For the rest of the afternoon, Mandy's presence kept Richard and Amy from getting too involved, but there was definitely something there. On several occasions, they suggested that Mandy might want to rejoin the main group if there was something else in the museum that she wanted to see, but the bubble headed brunette was clueless. Richard shrugged to Amy after their last attempt at getting rid of Mandy, and all the red head could do was shake her head. They were getting along great, better than either of them could have expected, if only they could be left alone! That wouldn't happen, of course, and eventually they rejoined their class before it was time to leave. Their professor asked if they'd had a good time, to which they were able to answer affirmatively, and then it was back to Amy's car. Mandy offered Richard the chance to sit up front, but he declined. There was plenty of room for him in the back seat, according to him, which was a comment that wasn't lost on Amy. As they drove back towards home, their friendly banter continued. By mutual consent, the three of them decided to detour to a local shopping mall for lunch, and just to hang out.

After they'd had their lunch, Mandy and Amy had a surprise to spring on Richard. They were wandering through the mall, periodically poking into one shop or another before Mandy tugged Amy towards a lingerie shop. Richard paused for a moment, then reluctantly followed them into the sweet smelling store. The two girls were teasing him about following them in, but to Richard it seemed to be a better option than just hanging around outside waiting. He knew that they were trying to see how embarrassed he'd become, and playing along forced their hand. Mandy didn't miss a step, picking out a selection of bras and panties before heading to the fitting room. Amy couldn't believe what Mandy was up to, but she played along as well. Richard was keeping in very close proximity to her as they waited for Mandy, but she knew just how to separate them.

"Amy, this one's great, you've got to try it," she called from inside her cubicle.

"You think so?" asked Amy. "Which rack was it on?"

Mandy gave her the directions, and left Richard to wait around by himself. She returned quickly, and handed off her purse to him before stepping into her own changing room. "Hold this, will you?" He didn't even have time for an answer before she disappeared, leaving him holding a purse in the middle of the store. The two girls were giggling at his obvious discomfort, and Richard's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to salvage the situation.

"You know, you two," he said into the crack of one of the doors. "I'd be more than happy to give my opinion on what you're trying on."

"I bet you would," came Amy's response. With that, she dropped her skirt and panties onto the floor, where Richard would be sure to see them.

"Hey, come on, no fair. Maybe I should check on you now."

"I don't think so," laughed Amy. "It's fun to keep you guessing. In fact, why don't you slide my purse under the door and beat it. I'm coming out, and you don't need to see what I'm buying. We'll meet you at the food court."

"Oh, Richard..." chimed in Mandy. He turned to her door, just as she opened it, then slammed it shut after an instant. In that moment, Richard knew that he'd seen her standing there in just a bra and panties. Too bad it hadn't lasted long enough for him to get a good look. "There, better?"

"A little," he muttered. To the sound of the two teases giggling at him, Richard did as he was asked and made his way out of the store. They had sure gotten him. It would have really been nice to know what new pieces Amy had picked for herself, even more so if she was modeling them.

True to their word, the two girls caught up with him quickly, and the three headed back out to Amy's car. To ensure the secrecy of what they'd bought, Amy and Mandy locked their pink striped shopping bags in the trunk of the car. By mutual consent, the made their way to Amy's house, figuring to spend the rest of the day together. That didn't stop the girls from teasing Richard even more, hinting at what they'd gotten but denying him the opportunity to see it. This continued even after they were at Amy's, and the girls' vague descriptions of what they'd purchased grew more and more lurid. Richard's frustration was growing, until he finally blurted out that Mandy had shown him what she had hidden under her clothes, why wouldn't Amy. He then went on to tease her back, wondering aloud if Mandy's body put hers to shame. Such a statement was about as far from the truth as possible. While Mandy was quite attractive in her own right, Amy's delicate figure had always drawn attentive stares and she knew it. Richard's goading got Amy so riled up that she stood from where she had been sitting, and with very deliberate motions pulled up her thin top. The look on her face was a direct answer to the challenge that Mandy inadvertently started. Much to Richard's delight, Mandy mimicked Amy's movements as she seductively tugged her shirt out of the way as well.

Back in the lingerie store, Richard had gotten a momentary glance at the frilly pink bra and panty set Mandy had been wearing. It was in sharp contrast to the rich purple satin of Amy's newly purchased set, and his eyes were drawn to her. The dark material stood out in against her pale skin. Two beautiful breasts lay hidden beneath the slightly padded cups of her bra, and Richard ached to see them as well. Mandy's lace bra was more form fitting, and her nipples were clearly visible under the sheer material. Whereas Amy's breasts were high and perky, Mandy's were full and gorgeous as they strained against the lace of her bra. Both girls were smiling broadly at Richard, and they commanded his full attention as the rest of their clothes were slowly discarded. Mandy's shorts went first, the form fitting material giving way to a full pink bikini bottom that matched her lacy bra. Amy followed suit, unzipping and dropping her tight denim skirt to reveal a dark purple thong. Her friend Mandy had a decidedly curvier figure, but Amy knew instinctively that Richard had long been attracted to her tight little bottom. She took a few steps in his direction, eyes locked on his as she asked, "So, what do you have to show us?" Richard never opened his mouth to answer as the sexy Amy reached for his shorts and gave them a sharp tug.

She had grabbed his boxers by the waistline at the same time, so that tug unleashed his already erect cock. In the same motion, Amy bobbed her head down on him, taking that glorious shaft deep into her mouth as she fell to her knees. A hand on Richard's chest leaned him back as she started to suck him. Amy's cheeks bulged out as Richard's head filled her mouth, then in a practiced stroke she went down on him all the way, sucking his cock deep into her throat. Mandy came up beside her, taking up a place between Richard's knees as well. Amy gave her a sidelong glance as that pink bra slipped off and Mandy nudged her way downward. Her mouth opened to take in Richard's cock as Amy relinquished her place on him. She looked on as her friend sucked on Richard. Mandy sucked that shaft long and hard while squeezing her own tits together. Then they switched places, each of them giving Richard a few sucks before letting the other have a turn. He was enjoying all of this, feeling first one, then the other girl's hot mouth going down on him. It was obvious to him that they had experience sharing a cock like this, but that didn't bother him one bit. They were taking longer on him each time, sucking more and more before letting go of his cock and giving the other a turn. Mandy and Amy were stroking his shaft with their hands now as well. Richard felt them pumping his cock over and over, their soft hands sliding over his shaft while they sucked him. When Amy eased Mandy out of the way again, the busty brunette reached over and unsnapped her friend's purple bra. Richard eased Amy up towards himself as soon as he saw this, giving Mandy uncontested access to his cock.

Mandy took full advantage of this, sucking and stroking Richard's cock faster and faster. Her saliva dripped down over him as she bobbed up and down on his hard dick. She enjoyed giving him this blow job as much as he enjoyed getting it, and a quick glance up told her why. Amy had let her bra fall away, exposing her pretty tits right in Richard's face. He lost no time in drawing the petite red head to him, and she moaned the instant his tongue graced her breasts. His mouth enveloped on side completely, and he squeezed the other side hard as Amy thrust it into his face. She was vaguely aware that Mandy was sucking for all she was worth, but the feeling of Richard's mouth on her was too overwhelming. Amy moaned louder as he sucked harder, spurred on by the feeling of her tits in his face while Mandy sucked him. She tried to draw away, just to get another taste of his cock, but Richard had lusted after her tits too long to let her go. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his hands clamped down on Amy's fine ass. Richard's fingers slipped under the strap of Amy's thong as his hands roamed over the gorgeous cheeks, squeezing them tightly in the process. Her cute butt had always stuck out a little, often causing heads to turn as she walked, and Richard's had been among them. His squeezes grew harder as Mandy sucked him harder and her strokes grew faster.

Drops of Richard's pre-cum had already spilled out onto her tongue, making Mandy suck deeper and deeper. She was going down on him fully, easing the head of his cock all the way into her throat. Mandy could feel her own pussy moistening as she sucked harder and harder, then stopped altogether. She kept Richard's cock poised on the tip of her tongue as she concentrated on stroking him with her hand. Faster and faster she pumped, pausing only to purse her lips around the swollen head of his shaft and let her tongue tease the tip. Richard was fully involved in sucking Amy's tits when he gasped suddenly. Mandy kept stroking him as he came, shooting gobs of his cum into her open mouth. His semen coated her tongue and lips as he groaned out loud with each spurt, filling Mandy's mouth with his hot cum. Amy broke away from his grasp as soon as he came, darting her head back down to catch her share of Richard's cum. Mandy got the most of it though, saving only a splattering for Amy's pretty face. She compensated by going down on him before Mandy could, tasting his cum in her mouth as she went down on Richard's softening cock before turning to her friend. Mandy's smile was decorated with his cum, and even while Amy mockingly accused her of hogging his cock to herself, the two girls let their mouths meet in a passionate, cum swapping kiss.

Amy got the most out of it, sucking as much of Richard's cum off of Mandy's tongue before planting several wet kisses on her friend's face. Each time, Amy let her tongue dart out to clean more and more of it off Mandy's face while Richard watched incredulously. He had enjoyed having the two of them sucking him so hard, but watching them progressing on each other was simply amazing! Amy found a last glob of his cum on Mandy's face, and licked it off before kissing Mandy again. They swapped the cum gob between them for several kisses, before Mandy sucked it off Amy's tongue and swallowed it down. At the same time, her hands were reaching between Amy's legs for the damp crotch of her thong, a move that made Amy moan with delight. She was already so turned on after having her tits sucked, and she readily submitted to Mandy's desires. In no time at all Amy was flat on her back, with Mandy and Richard each taking a breast to suck on. Their free hands roamed over her body, concentrating on rubbing Amy's cunt through her thong. Her hips wriggled as she felt their hands, already her friends were exploring beneath the purple satin. Amy arched her back, allowing Mandy to tug the soaked thong out of they way, and she paused to take her own panties off as well. Richard tugged Amy's thighs apart effortlessly, then slipped his fingers inside her already wet pussy. Mandy joined him in finger fucking her while still sucking on her tits. She was rubbing her own thighs together, spurred on by her friend's quickening breath and rapidly growing moans. Amy's pussy tightened around Mandy and Richard's fingers as she squealed out loud, arching her back again and driving her cunt down onto their hands. Her clit was a swollen little nub, and it needed only a glance from Mandy before she knew exactly what to do.


Learning Curve



Sally and I were maybe on our 3rd date and getting to be pretty snuggly when I made my big move.

Of course I got cut off at the pass, I could kiss her and lick her ears, and we even had our tongues in each other's mouth. Her breath would pick up, she would groan and moan, hell, what more go signal does a guy need, anyway?

But I would put my hand on her waist, begin to move it upwards to cop a feel and she would grab my hand and stop me. I could make it to just the bottom of what felt like a thick bra and that was it, all done.

This went on for several weeks, and I was beginning to get frustrated. I was even thinking of looking around to see what else was available, but something about her, the way she moved, just got to me.

I guess the word is I was smitten. Oh, hell, she would just walk into the room I was in and it was like the Sun came out.

I almost couldn't think of anything else most of the time, I just wanted to be near her, and I got the feeling she felt the same.

One day we were at the beach, sitting under one of these big umbrellas that just sticks in the sand. She had on a bikini, nothing anyone would get fussed up about, but she also had on a T-shirt over it.

And she never took the t-shirt off all day. I even asked her if something was wrong, actually I was hoping to maybe get a peek at some skin, nothing doing.

Just plain strange, I thought. But that evening after it cooled off, we were back at my ratty little apartment and we started necking. I changed my tactics, put my hand on her leg, rubbed a little. Things heated up so I moved my hand up a bit, her breath picked up and she started sucking on my neck and making some moaning sounds.

I kept expecting her to put a stop to things, but then I had my hand on her butt, in short order I was rubbing her crotch through the bottoms, no resistance. She even opened her legs some to help me out, and when I started to peel them off of her she rolled her hips up to help me slide them off.

I was greeted by some sparse blonde hairs and a mass of flesh that would put some guys to shame, Sally was, shall we say... Endowed down below?

Her hands went to my trunks and in no time she had them off and was cradling my erection in her hands, rubbing and looking at it in fascination. I knew right then and there that mine was probably the first one she had ever seen, at least sticking up like that.

Our first time was right there on the couch, we ended up on the floor and then halfway across the living room. She used her big strong legs that developed from riding her bike to shove at me, lifting her butt and me up off the floor with each thrust. So we scooted around all over, it was one hell of a good time, we ended up soaked in sweat.

Somewhere in there I got my hands under that T-shirt and inside her bikini top, then I knew what the problem was.

The only thing inside her bra was foam rubber, Sally had no breasts at all. Just hot and hard nipples that were like little Diamonds. I saw her eyes flash open as I got her T-shirt and bikini top out of the way enough to get my mouth on one of those buttons, then as I nibbled at one nipple while rolling the other with my fingers her eyelids fluttered and she orgasmed. It was so strong that she almost bucked me off of her.

I wasn't exactly the most experienced guy around but I knew this woman was something special, my cock was shoved in there and it felt like a big mushy hand had grabbed me and wrapped around every inch.

She came right with me when I did blast off, I had been struggling to hold back as best I could the entire time, guess I did pretty good at that too.

Darn near took the top of my head off, let me tell you!

Sally wasn't as bashful about her tiny breasts around me after that, especially since I now had picked up on her being sensitive so I spent extra time to be sure she knew I absolutely delighted in them.

Fact is I did delight in them, too. Plus something about the way her upper body fit against mine created a suction. We would get all sweaty and I would move just right and we could make the damndest noises. That would get us to giggling, sex was fun and sweet and good between us.

Only one thing to do and that was ask her to marry me, I think she was expecting or maybe hoping because she bawled like a baby, happy.

I was pretty happy, too.

We found a little starter house with one extra bedroom, moved in and settled down. Sally must have gotten a top grade in Home Economics because our place was always neat as a pin. I would stumble in from my job at the dealership, she would come into the bathroom and climb in the shower and help to scrub the dirt from the day off of me. Those were fun times, sometimes we would even end up having sex in the shower, too. But most of the time I would towel off, and by the time I made it to the dining nook Sally would have dinner ready.

Sometimes I wondered how she always seemed to have everything done, and everything perfectly timed.

We had been married about 3 years or so, one day I was out in the back yard talking over the fence to Tom, a tubby guy that lived next door with his tubby wife. Sally came out to find me, all she had on was one of my t-shirts. She walked up to the fence to say something to me, then it hit her what she must look like.

The T-shirt made it obvious that there was nothing under there, Sally being a bit tall at 5'9" made my t-shirt a bit short on her. It was also obvious that she was flat as a board, her tight little nipples jabbed at the soft material. Sally realized that Tom was staring at her bare legs and the bumps her nipples made, she let out a gasp and darted for the house.

As she walked quickly away, the T-shirt was riding up in the back giving Tom and me a nice view of her slightly big but perfect bare behind.

I followed her in a few minutes later, I was hard as a rock, something about that just yanked my chain. We ended up with one of those way longer than normal sessions, hell, we went at it three times in a row!

Sally and I talked about most anything pretty good, I told her flat out that Tom getting a peek had excited me to no end. She said that she was really shy about her lack of a bust and was afraid men would find her ugly. It seemed there had been experiences in school, of course the other girls were mean and made wisecracks, and she had let some boy she was dating feel her up one time. He had gotten to her tiny breasts and started laughing.

Pretty damn dumb considering, that had ended his chances of getting any. In fact, nobody ever got anywhere with Sally until I came along, she told me. That was news to me, I hadn't really realized or even asked if she was a virgin. I guess I just assumed she was without thinking about it. Still there should had some experiences, most gals do before they reach their early 20's which is how old we were that first time.

But in the relating of some of the things that had happened her upset really showed, then she started crying which made me feel terrible, too.

The fact is I loved her body and the way it looked, and I told her that. Then I explained to her that Tom hadn't been staring because he didn't like what he saw, he was staring because he did!

Somehow just explaining that to her got me going and darned if we didn't end up going at it again. That was quite a day, I ended up sore and since I am uncircumsized it was uncomfortable as hell.

Sally knew, too, I came home from work the next day, and after our shower she got out some kind of lotion and spread it on me. Well, that didn't exactly help because my reaction was a given. Now the thing was up and wouldn't go down, so Sally gently took care of that with her hands, an odd combination of pain and pleasure I had never felt before.

I returned the favor by licking her until she squealed for me to stop.

Sally seemed just a little less bashful after that. One day I looked up and here she came across the yard, Tom and I were yapping away about the big Nascar race coming up on TV later.

I was surprised because Sally had on a pair of tight red shorts and a halter top, nothing really overly sexy or anything, except there was no bra. Plus the top was on the loose side since she bought them to wear with her heavy bras, so it tended to gap as she moved. It was obvious to me she was completely aware of it, she stayed and chatted with us, sometimes turning to me, then back. I realized that when she turned to look at me she even swung her shoulders, letting her top gap open. This was giving poor Tom and me a peek inside for just a moment. She was good at it too, waving her arms to make a point, which increased the gap even more. Tom was sneaking glances at her nipples poking out and at her bare legs, Sally has a set of legs that are pure muscle. In fact, I would bet most models would trade that part with her in an instant.

We stood out there for almost an hour as Sally put on a show, somehow making it look like she was unaware. I developed a serious boner, sneaked a glance at Tom who was doing his best to look but not appear to be looking.

I knew damn good and well she was aware, that got me all fussed up again, I even missed the first half of the big race. I realized I really liked her looking sexy instead of hiding in those big heavy padded bras she normally wore.

Sally realized it too, and became even more sexy around the house. Then one day a couple of salesmen showed up, I got home as they were demonstrating a cleaning machine Sally wanted. That time Sally didn't even realize just how much she was showing, she was intent on the machine. By the time it hit her, it was too late, both of them men had good looks at her most intimate private parts.

She blushed and popped me on the shoulder after they left, acting mildly cranky that I had sat there watching her show off her pussy and nipples in spectacular fashion and said nothing. Heck, I was enjoying the hell out of it and I told her so.

Sally looked at me with an odd expression.

"You won't think I am slutty?"

"Naw, I like you slutty."

That got me bonked again.

"Maybe I will just show off your pecker to the neighbor ladies!" she laughed, taking another half hearted swipe at me.

"OK!" I said with a big grin. At that, we were at it again, I bounced her all over the living room.

It was the next Wednesday night that I got an idea. I take off after dinner for a hour's workout at a local gym, usually just a fast run on the treadmill and some weights work. The gym is co-ed, and there is a massage room in the back run by Kevin, one of the owners. Normally he is rubbing pulled muscles that some of the apes get from lifting more than they should, but on weekends he takes clients, mostly men but some female.

Kevin was a nice looking guy in his late 20's, well built and on the slender side. I knew he was straight because he had this lady bodybuilder he dated, we all called her Dot. She had arms like trash cans but she was kind of cute, well, if you like the broad shoulders and overmuscled look. I had gotten a glimpse at her once on his table, I was on the way to the showers which meant I passed right by the slat border he placed to seperate the little alcove from the rest of the room and form a hallway to the showers. There were a few small gaps unless he had it set just right, and I think he had gotten to more or less ignore it since usually it was just men in there when he was doing a massage. Dot was lying on her back, nude except for the tiny thong she usually wore, and she was as flat-chested as Sally was. Her breasts were solid muscle, she had very large fat nipples. I just went on by after about 15 minutes, took my shower and left.

Anyway, I asked him one evening what his rates were, he told me, but mentioned that if I needed rubbed out it was part of the gym dues. I told him I wanted it for my wife, Sally. He nodded, saying he worked on women and I shouldn't worry because he used careful draping. I grinned and told him I didn't think that would be too necessary, he got an odd look on his face but just smiled.

The idea got me all excited, it's one thing to know someone got an illicit peek, another to think of Sally lying there nearly naked getting a massage.

That night I mentioned to Sally how good Kevin was, testing her reaction. She didn't really say anything. Then I suggested she go with me to the gym on Saturday.

"Why?"

"Oh, a workout feels good, afterwards you can get a nice hot shower and maybe a massage?

"A massage?"

"Yea, he is really good."

"How do you know?"

"I... uhhh... everyone says so... "

"What does he do?" her eyes were knowing now.

"Oh, you know. He rubs your legs, fanny, your arms, back."

"Front?" she was laughing at me now.

"Uh, yea, probably."

"You just want him to see my titties."

I blushed at that for some reason.

"Well, no... Yea... I mean... "

"I'll go, we'll see." She reached out and grabbed the front of my pants, there was no hiding my reaction.

Saturday we arrived at the gym before noon. There were a few of the usual goons hanging around. They paid little attention to Sally and I until she slipped off her sweatsuit to reveal a form fitting body stocking. The thing was black, sleeveless and might as well have been painted on.

There was a rule about the guys ogling the women customers but they all pretty much ignored it. Sally mildly blushed at the few quiet wolf-whistles, then she hopped on one of the stationary bikes. Of course she had no need for that exercise since she rode her bike all the time but it was familiar to her. Then she did some treadmill work and a few light presses on the weight bars.

Kevin came in so I introduced him to her.

"Oh, you are my 1:00 appointment?"

Sally shot me a look, I hadn't mentioned that I had made the booking.

"Well, I guess I am." she said finally, then went back to working the bars.

"Just grab a shower and head on back when you are ready, I have the room set up.", he told her, then wandered off to do some spotting for the goons.

I was doing some light presses when Sally stopped, wiped off some sweat with a towel, and headed for the shower. The showers were down the same hall, men on one side and women the other, Sally had to come back out into the main room, walk down the length of the cubicule, and step around the other end to go into the massage area. Kevin had that woven slat screen up on the hallway side for privacy, a curtain facing the entry side, and he had built a wall down the front and other end about 8' tall.

I waited, she came out in a few minutes, a large towel wrapped around her, her bodysuit draped over her arm. She flashed me a grin, walked slowly down to the curtain and went in. Kevin followed along in a few minutes, I noticed he knocked first before going in.

I waited a good 15 minutes, then headed for the showers. I knew no one was in there, so I paused at the slats, peeking in. Sally was lying on her stomach with her head towards me, a small towel over her fanny, Kevin was working her legs. I stayed as long as I dared but I was afraid someone would come in to use the shower so I reluctantly went in and rinsed off.

I dressed quickly, hurried back out into the hall. I peeked around the corner into the main room, just 3 guys were in there, all busy lifting huge weights. I went back and peeked again through the slats, Sally was now on her back and bare to the waist, Kevin was working her upper body and chest firmly. I could see she had her eyes closed.

I was so engrossed in watching Kevin rub Sally's little bare titties that I completely missed someone coming around the corner.

It was Dot.

I looked up, reddening at having been caught. She had a big silly grin on her face, standing there with her hands on her hips.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked. It was almost a laugh.

"Nothing." I managed to stammer.

Dot stepped up and peeked in through the tiny gap, then she looked at me, still grinning at my embarrassment.

"Like that stuff, huh, Big boy?"

I just stood there mortified. Then she reached down and dragged her fingers across the front of my groin, grinned even bigger. I had no way to hide my hardness, she had me cold.

"Carry on!" She gave a little toss of her hair and went into the women's shower, leaving me standing there in a bit of shock at having been busted. I did sneak another peek into the massage room, Kevin was working on Sally's sides by then, so I went on out into the main room to wait.

Dot came out about 10 minutes later, smiled knowingly at me as I blushed again. Then she went over to help one of the guys that was still working out change some weights.

Kevin came out and went into his office, Sally had her bodysuit back on when she came out. She spotted me and we headed off to the car.

I was still feeling a little flushed at having been caught, and Sally just sat there quiet all the way home.

But finally I couldn't stand it.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, what?"

"How was he?"

"Oh, pretty good."

This was driving me nuts.

"Well, what did he do?"

"Just a massage, silly."

"Yea, but... I mean."

"Oh, you want to know if he saw my titties?"

"Yea... " I answered, already knowing.

"Well, he didn't drape my chest, if that's what you want to know."

"Oh... anything... else?"

"He did drape my bottom."

"Did he peek?"

"At my bottom? Oh, I am sure. The towel got pretty high when I was on my tummy." Sally was enjoying this now.

"High? How high?"

"Well, he flipped it up off my fanny when he was rubbing my cheeks."

"Oh." Sally almost can't hide anything between her legs.

"Then he stretched my legs, first up, then out pretty wide."

"Oh, he did peek then."

"I don't see how he could miss." she was smiling very big now, having an idea of what was coming.

We made it inside the house but just barely, I was shoving myself inside her when I asked her.

"What about when you were on your back?"

"He saw it all, he was hard too, I could tell." 

Sally was panting now, thrusting at me, those big legs of hers moving us both.

"How are you sure?"

"He stretched my knees clear up to my chest, he even swung them out to the side. I peeked at him and he was staring."

She was gasping in excitement, that set me off, Sally too.

Later I asked her if he did anything else.

"You mean, touch me? No, but he got real close."

The sight of her laying there combined with the fantasy of what I hadn't been able to see kept me turned on for weeks. All I had to do was think about it and I got hot, Sally knew of course and seemed to enjoy my reactions.

One day I was at the gym, I got finished and hit the showers. It was a slow evening, Kevin and Dot were in the office, and the one guy that had been using the treadmill left early. I was rinsing off the soap when I sensed something, I looked over my shoulder and Dot was standing there grinning at me.

Well, she wasn't supposed to be in the men's showers, that caught me by surprise.

"Hey!" I yelled, trying to cover my crotch.

"Oh, relax, I have seen those things before."

Then she stepped up and reached out, of course I instantly started to erect.

"Hmmmm... " Dot dropped to her knees.

I backed right up against the wall.

"What's the matter?"

"I... Kevin is... I can't."

"Kevin knows, he sent me in here."

At that she scooted forward, still on her knees, leaned down and took me into her mouth.

"Don't!" I complained.

Hell, this woman was bigger than me, stronger than me, and she was sucking on me and my body was responding against my will.

I was feeling almost raped.

I was trying to squirm, get away, do something. I was afraid to try and fucking smack her one, odds were high she might just bust my ass! No matter how hard I tried to move sideways, get her to stop, I couldn't. She had one hand on each side of my butt and I was going nowhere.




Learning Curve



Plus she was sucking on me like there was no tomorrow and I was losing it, in fact I did, I just couldn't keep from it.

Dot didn't even stop or let go until I was limp as a noodle, then she stood up and gave me a big grin.

"How was that?" she asked, the spray from the shower still soaking us both.

"I... it was... I... uhh... fine." I lied, just wishing she would leave.

Mercifully, she did. I dried off, got dressed and got the hell out of there.

I was in full panic mode on the way home, what was I going to say to Sally?

"Hi, honey, I just got attacked and blown in the showers at the club against my will, what do you think about that?" Yeah, sure. That will make like the proverbial lead balloon.

I was going to get killed, divorced, kicked out. My life was over. I even thought of calling the cops but I knew damn good and well they would just fucking laugh at me.

I decided the best course of action was to do what any redblooded American male would do in this situation, lie through my teeth. Then as I drove into my driveway I started this hysterical laughing, I couldn't stop. It wasn't from this all being funny, it was from her scaring the shit out of me.

I had been handled and abused by a woman, for God's sakes. I felt like a damn wimp.

"How was the workout, hon?" Sally greeted me as I finally calmed down and went outside. I didn't say much, just grunted, went and got me a cold beer. That seemed to help.

"I heard you drive up, what were you doing out there?"

"Oh, listening to the car, I thought I heard a noise."

"I hope nothing's wrong, we just got it paid for. Here, I made some popcorn."

She set down a heaping bowl of hot popcorn, then snuggled up next to me on the couch, running her hand up my leg which made me jump. Sally gave me a funny look.

"That tickled." I quickly lied, covering up my reaction.

Later, I hopped in the shower before bed, getting another strange look from Sally, she knew I always showered at the club.

The club. I sure as hell couldn't go back there, and if I didn't Sally would want to know why and I didn't have an answer.

I figured that Dot had told Kevin about catching me peeking, and figured since I was getting my jollies from him massaging Sally that they would take it to the next level.

Well, what was that... just... harmless fun? I was wondering what the hell was wrong with me, the whole thing seemed to be my fault.

Sally and I were faithful to each other, the flashing and things like that were just kicks. Stuff that got me, both of us I guess, excited.

I was feeling guilty, ashamed. I have to admit I was also embarrassed, I had felt helpless. Sure, most guys would think "cool!" and forget it, I didn't. It bothered me.

Of course the 2nd week that I skipped the club workout sessions Sally was curious, then asking questions.

At first I tried shrugging it off, like that would work, she knew me too well.

Finally she cornered me, I just told her what had happened, the truth.

Sally sat quietly as I explained, I even told her I felt... well... like a wimp, because Dot was so much stronger than me.

"That bitch! That motherfucking CUNT! That slimy goddammed whore, I will kick her fucking ASS!" Sally almost exploded.

"Sally... " 

"Come on!" Sally headed for the car, furious.

"Sally... " I was thinking of Dot, around 40 pounds heavier than her. I was also thinking about the fact that all Sally had on was a tiny short skirt and a light blouse, nothing underneath. Nice around the house but out in public...?

"COME ON!"

Sighing, I followed along, meekly. I didn't know what to expect, I would have climbed under something if I could.

We got to the club, Sally stormed in, me following along behind. Dot was over by the weight racks, her body was slick with sweat. She had obviously been working out hard.

Sally walked up to her, said something I didn't catch. Dot got a mad look on her face and said something back. Then Sally popped her right in the face.

I was floored, Sally threw a right hand that would put Tyson to shame, Dot went down on her back like a ton of bricks. Then it looked like one of those cartoon fights, arms and legs flying all over the place as they went at it.

Kevin came out of the office to see what the racket was, there was a couple of regulars there that just stopped to watch.

It was amazing, first Sally was on top, then Dot. They we flailing away at each other like maniacs. Dot had on her usual tiny thong and halter, they were both using their legs to try and get the upper hand. There was no time to be concerned about modesty. Sally's tiny skirt did nothing to cover her up, all of us were getting clear shots of her bare snatch as she splayed out her legs, straining to move the larger woman. Plus that damned loose top she wore wasn't staying in place either.

Neither one of them gave a damn, they were in a fight!

Dot managed to get to her feet and get Sally in a bear hug, I figured that was the end but forgot about Sally's one best asset. Those legs, years of riding her bike gave her legs and hip muscles that even Dot couldn't match. Down they went in a heap again as she hooked one of Dot's legs at the knee and pushed. This put her straddling Dot, the tiny skirt was up and over Sally's ass, her bare beaver sticking out for all to see.

Sally didn't give a damn, she was mad.

Plus Dot's tiny top broke, it fell away from her chest, she tried to reach for it to pull it back but Sally was on top and swinging away wildly. Finally Dot just pulled her arms over her head to protect herself from the swings, and gave up.

Sally stopped, sitting on top of Dot. 

"You ever touch my man again and I will bust your ass even more, cunt!"

Then she got up, pulled on her skirt and straightened her top like that did anything to cover her up. Dot just lay there exhausted, holding the wisp of cloth against her chest.

"Come on, let's go."

I followed along behind, no idea at all what to say. Sally had handled Dot easily. I suddenly was looking at my Sally in a new light.

We got home, I plopped down on the couch. Sally brought in some drinks and sat down beside me, cuddled up nice and tight.

I had to ask.

"How in the hell did you handle her so easily, she is at least 40 pounds bigger?"

"You know I have two older brothers?"

"Oh."

The next Wednesday I was sitting in the living room.

"Hey, aren't you going to the club?"

"I don't think that that is a good idea."

"Why not? You pay for it."

"I don't want... there might be trouble?"

"There won't be. Do you want me to go with you?"

So we went, we just walked in like everything was normal, like nothing had happened. It got quiet for a bit, but when all we did was start using the equipment, they seemed to relax.

The goons even stared at Sally as she worked out, again in the sexy little body suit.

Then Dot asked Sally to spot her on the bench press, she was a little hesitant but Sally said "Sure!"

I was surprised at that, but I just stayed on treadmill and watched.

I have to admit it is fun to watch Dot when she is on the press because she wears a tiny little thong and when she is straining with the lift, well, it is quite a sight. She knows it of course, all the guys slow down to watch. Good for business, I guess.

The fuss seemed to be settled, it was look but don't touch.

We were in the car heading home, Sally was snuggled right up next to me like always.

"I could use another massage." she piped up with.

"Massage? From Kevin?"

"No, let's find someone else, have them out to the house."

I grinned at her.

"Do I get to watch?

"That's the whole idea!"

The thought of that made me start to erect, Sally knew that and had me ready to go by the time we made it home.

Later, we got on the computer and did some searches, found a website that had a list of therapists, styles, even photos. Sally selected one, I looked at the picture, his name was Jeremy, he was in his 30's and reasonably good looking. She asked me what I thought, I told her fine with me, give him a call.

I listened in the next day as she called the number.

"Yes, here at our home if possible."

"$60.00 sounds about right."

"May my husband be present?"

"Good. No, I am not overly modest. Draping is up to you."

"Good. See you tonight!"

Sally hung up, grinned at me.

"He will be here at 8."

Sally was wearing those little red shorts and matching halter top when the doorbell rang. She answered, Jeremy came in lugging a big massage table, with a night bag draped over his shoulder.

He set the table up in our living room, we pulled the couch back some to make room. Then he covered the table with a big soft sheepskin, put a small pillow on one end. I noticed he didn't put a top sheet on the table.

"All ready!" he announced. Then he went over and sat in one of our chairs, reaching into the night bag and producing a small bottle of some kind of oil.

I watched as Sally hesitated, I think she expected him to leave the room. Jeremy seemed confident, I think he had done this before many times.

"We will start out face down." he told her.

Sally looked at me sitting beside her grinning, then she stood up and reached for the catch on her shorts. She slipped them down her legs as Jeremy and I watched. She took a deep breath, undid the halter top and slid it off, standing there naked as she dropped the clothes on the couch beside me. She walked the few steps to the table, hopped on, her head was facing away from me. It was funny and exciting, her face was a little pink.

Jeremy just started in on her back, working the shoulders and arms in long slow sweeps. Every few minutes he reached for his bottle of oil, wetting his hands and setting the bottle back in a little case he had around his waist.

I just sat there and watched, I was expecting it to be amazingly exciting but instead it was just interesting. His hands seemed to flow over her body, in no time he had her practically purring.

When he got to her legs, he did both calves first, even her feet. Then he began to work up her thighs, stopping inches each time from her vagina, letting his fingers trail up and over her fanny. He repeated the motion over and over, then stepped to the other side and did it again.

Sally seemed to flatten out and sink into the table, I could tell that she liked this.

Then Jeremy grasped one foot, lifted her leg and shook it lightly, and swung it out to the side and back. Of course this made Sally's pussy pop open, I looked up at Jeremy and he was staring intently between Sally's legs. He spent a good 5 minutes doing that, then he did the same with the other leg.

Sally swells up when she is excited, and she was as swollen as she ever gets. I was now swollen up, too.

Jeremy had Sally turn over, she didn't hesitate, just flipped over on her back. He went to the head of the table, and began to work her chest. His fingers splayed out as his hands went down and over her nipples, each stroke trapped Sally's tiny buttons, then they slid under his palms. They seemed to grow and get longer with each stroke.

I was having some trouble controlling myself at this point, the scene was completely erotic.

Then Jeremy started on her legs. He lifted Sally's right leg at the knee and pushed it up, then out to the side. Then he stroked the inside of her leg from the knee to her crotch, stopping barely short of touching her most intimate place with each motion.

Sally was starting to squirm now, surprising me somewhat. Her hips seemed to turn towards his fingers, like she was trying to get him to touch her. But then he stopped, and moved to the opposite side.

Again, he lifted her left leg, swung it out to the side, and began to run his left hand all the way up. I could see clearly, his fingers actually touched her labia barely, each time as he started to get close Sally would move her hips in that thrusting motion. She seemed to be getting frustrated.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw the question, I just nodded. I knew what was coming, it was all right somehow.

Sally looked up at Jeremy.

"Please?" was all she said.

He smiled, on the next stroke he let his fingers go higher, reaching her. He stopped, his fingers pressing against the swollen mass of flesh between her legs. Sally let out a moan.

Then Jeremy began to stroke her gently the length of her slit, it was just moments before her hips came up off the table and she had a crashing orgasm. He didn't stop, and she built to another that seemed even stronger than the last. As her body shuddered on the way back down, Jeremy used long strokes up and over her legs and stomach, then he was done.

There was almost no conversation the whole time, Sally finally got up and reached for a big towel, wrapping it around herself. She had a sheepish look on her face.

Somehow I didn't mind that things had gone farther than we planned, watching her in pleasure was a beautiful thing to see. I paid Jeremy and he left, saying "Thanks!" on the way out.

Sally came over and snuggled up against me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean... that got away from me... "

"It's all right, it was fun to watch." I told her as I slid the towel down and nibbled at her breasts. She tasted oily and a little like olives, I thought.

"Well, fair is fair. Next time, let's hire a female."

"You want a woman to massage you?" I asked her.

"No, silly. It's for you, it will be your turn."

I laughed.

"You just want to show off my pecker, don't you?"

Sally giggled.

"Yea, and I want to watch her rub your balls and pull on your cute pecker and see what happens."

We both roared with laughter, as I pushed her back on the couch. Her legs opened, greedily, and I pressed inside, I was hard as a rock.

"I can hardly wait!" I told her.



Learning Curve



I've always looked at sex as a learning curve. The more you know, the more you get out of it overall. But you have to accumulate experience before you really start to feel the benefits. So, new experiences are always interesting to me. Probably I'm too intellectual, but whatever. 

Anyway, I've met this man who looks like he's going to seriously increase my knowledge bank in a short space of time. I met him a couple of days ago in a nightclub. He's the DJ. I saw him looking at me as I danced, so I put on a little show for him -- y'know, one hand in my hair, eyes closed, the other caressing my thigh, as I shook my booty up and down in a pair of tight shorts. And when I thought he was looking at me, I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. Men can be pretty predictable. Sometimes it doesn't take much.

So he beckoned me over, and I went, still looking him in the eyes. He said he hadn't seen me there before and I told him I was on vacation. He asked me if I wanted his cock for the week. I could see it starting to bulge out through his pants, so I shrugged and said, why not.

I waited for him at the end of the evening, and he took me back to his place. He likes to dominate, was a little bit rough, but I didn't let him have his own way all the time. I gave him a blowjob he's not likely to forget in a while, and I rode him hard and fast backwards, so I got the absolute most out of it. He came very hard, but not before I did.

Yesterday, he had me over in the afternoon. Didn't do much for my suntan, but my learning curve leapt up. He likes to watch a woman masturbate, and I have to say that I hadn't yet had that experience. Of course, I know how to pleasure myself, but I'd never had anyone watch me doing it before, and stroking himself while I did. It was hot. And he had a great selection of toys. So there I am, on his bed, fucking myself with this extremely realistic, but bright pink dildo, and every so often, I look up and see him stroking his big cock slowly as he watches me. We both came at the same time, his cum shooting up and over onto my stomach, and my tits, some of it even getting in my hair and on my nose. We scooped it up together and licked it off each other's fingers. Nice!

So tonight, I'm waiting for him again, chatting to one of the doormen. He's coming over now, smiling. Looks like he's half hard already. Mmmm. Great kisser. The way his tongue strokes mine makes me wet right away. He's a cocky fucker though, telling the doorman I'm having his cock for the week, like he isn't having my pussy.

He lives about five blocks away, and we're not there yet. Where's he taking me now? Oh yeah? He wants to fuck me in the alley? Well, that's not new to me, but my previous experiences were pretty good, so let's see how he measures up. Oh, okay! He wants us to get our clothes off completely. Interesting. I'll go along with that. If anyone comes by, it's his white ass they'll be seeing, not mine. Keeping my stilettos on, though -- don't know what's on the ground, and seeing as he's taller than me, it should help.

There's something very erotic about being slammed against a brick wall, feeling the grit dig into your back and your ass-cheeks. Nnngh! His fingers are moving my nipples like he's scratching vinyls on a turntable. His tongue is hot on my neck, and his prick is rubbing my pussy so very, very nicely. Fuck me, I tell him, slide that big cock inside me and fuck me. Aaaoh! Yes! Nnnn. That feels good. He's got my leg up over his forearm now, pushing against the wall with his hand for a bit more leverage. I'm using the drainpipe for mine. Oh God! I don't know whether it's the thrill of the situation or the angle or what, but I am not going to last long here. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Faster! Harder! Oh Jesus! Here I cum... Ah! Ah! Mmmph! He's clapped his hand over my mouth. Probably just as well, I could feel I was really going to scream there. Nnnngh! And now he's cumming too. Nnnngh! My ass is getting grazed by the wall as he pumps into me. Nnnngh! Oh wow! That was good.

What did he just say? Golden showers? What the hell is that? Oh yeah? He wants to pee on me? And he wants me to pee on him? Very interesting. Well... if that's your thing, sure, why not.

Oh wow! Now that is fascinating! He is literally hosing me down! Not sure if I find it terribly exciting exactly. The sensations are interesting -- heat, the pressure on the skin from the stream of liquid. Can't say I'd request it again necessarily, but the surprise of it made me pant a little, and he obviously loved it because he is getting hard again already.

My turn. God! I hope I can. It's a bit difficult to pee on demand, but I know my bladder is full from the beer and the sex. He has to lie down -- rather him than me, especially since I now know exactly what's on the ground. Here we go, straddle him with my legs... Nnnngh! Does he want me to pee on him or is going to fuck my pussy with his fingers? Okay, now he's got his fingers in his mouth. Relax. Breathe. Let go... Aaah! Oh my god! He loves it! That is wild! Really wild!

Well! What can I say? Gotta love those wet wipes, and thank god I've actually got some in my bag. I wonder what else this guy's got in store for me....?



Learning Curve



Chapter 1

"Time is up."

Shyla exhaled. It felt like a breath she'd been holding for the entire hour. Half. At best, she thought. 

"Pencils down, please hand in your exams."

This was not going well. She knew she was having trouble with the class, and she'd tried just about everything she could think of to do better. She'd tried the myriad items of advice her friends had offered too.

Her hand shook as she delivered the exam into the professor's hands. They made eye contact. She broke the eye contact, feeling ashamed to look at him. Why? It's just an exam, she told herself, it doesn't make me any less of a person. She forced herself to resume the eye contact. The professor smiled slightly, trying to offer some compassion. It didn't matter how he looked at her, her problem was on the paper, not in the eye contact. She broke away again, and walked out.

Chapter 2

Shyla was a blond girl, 20 years old, and a college sophomore. She was a little tall for a girl, at about 5' 8", and slim. Her family had paid for her to come to the college, not a particularly wealthy family but hard working. She was the eldest of her 3 siblings, and felt a particular obligation to succeed in school to set a good example for them to follow as they entered into their adult lives. She had confessed her academic difficulties to her next eldest sibling, Jacob, who was trying to offer her advice on the phone.

Shyla sat at her desk, listening patiently.

"Yeah, Jacob."

"Yeah."

"I know... I've already tried that."

"Yeah, I will give that a try."

They said a few more pleasantries and then her call was done.

Shyla looked down at her desk. A few scrawled notes and numbers conveyed her situation well. She'd analyzed her predicament. She was doing poorly in 2 classes, and one, College Algebra, was looking like failure. She needed to solve the problem. The previous semester she had passed all her courses, but barely. She needed a certain GPA to maintain her scholarship, to remain in school. She was doing well in her remaining 2 classes, but failing any one class would do her in.

She'd been open about her situation, at least after the initial shell shock from the first few signs of trouble. Her friends had offered her advice, good advice. She'd tried it all. Jacob's latest advice didn't seem much different. In fact, she'd already tried his suggestion. She was at the point where she was trying conflicting advice, attempting one thing before a different friend would convince her of something else.

Her parents were not yet aware of her predicament, only Jacob and almost all of her friends. She couldn't afford to fail out of school. It was much, much too important to her family, her friends, and to herself. She would not accept failure, and was not going to quit looking for the solution, but she was running on empty.

For a time, the fear of her situation worsening had driven her to study harder, to dig in. But, she quickly moved past that point, such that the fear of her failing precluded her focus, her ability to study. Then, her latest exam... The fear had prevented her from even demonstrating the knowledge she had learned.

She lowered her face to her table, and began to cry again.

Chapter 3

Edan was a relatively large man of 25 years age. He had generally dark features, including black hair. He worked a 9-5 job as a surveyor, spending part of his days outside, the rest in an office working on drawings, calculations, or sometimes idle.

Edan sat at the bar with his friend, Mark, who was an architect that he often interacted with in his job.

"You need to get laid." His friend remarked.

"Yeah, I know." He replied, unimpressed with the obvious contribution to his current state.

"Why don't you just pick up a girl already? Or if you're waiting for a good one, get to dating man!"

"Why is it that being single is such a bad thing?"

"Because it sucks?"

He looked over at his friend in an effort to convey his disgust along with his statement. "It sucks by itself, so why does everyone want to make it worse with comments like yours?"

"Uh. Sorry man." Mark wasn't being real deep tonight. Or responsive. 

"What if I just wanted to be single for a while? Is that so bad?"

"Well, it hurts your credibility, you know. Girls start to wonder why you are single. You start to doubt yourself. Most people want to un-single themselves just to keep up appearances, and then they work on improving the situation after they've got that much." 

Finally, Mark was beginning to have some thoughts. Mark wasn't a bad guy, and he was good for explaining his viewpoints, but Edan disagreed with him a lot. "Hmm.. Doesn't make much sense to me. You are just constraining yourself into a relationship that you don't care about. Finding a girl you like is hard enough without extra limitations. Plus, it's using the other person."

"Well, it's pretty easy to find a girl that doesn't mind getting used. As long as she gets a few things she wants out of it, most of them don't care."

"Well, I don't represent women as a whole, or an individual one, so I'm not going to agree or disagree with that stereotype. Good to know you have no problem making decisions for the opposite sex though."

"It's not a decision, just.. an observation."

"If it affects your judgments, and it's an 'observation' that you've made yourself, isn't it basically a decision?" 

"Hmm... Yeah well alright. But it's an observation I have observed several times so I'm sticking with it."

They sat quiet for a minute. They both had another sip of their beers in the relatively quiet establishment.

"Did you even come up with that yourself, or was that someone else's observation first?"

"I came up with it!"

Sure, Edan thought. "Cattle mentality."

"What?"

"You think like the herd."

Mark was annoyed with his friend, but not really angry. "Screw you buddy." He sipped some more beer.

"You know what I don't understand?"

"What's that?"

"People who do something dramatic with their appearances because they want to 'express themselves'. But then they pick from the same kinds of appearance alterations as everyone around them. They're doing nothing unique, the only thing they are expressing is that they want to fit in. And to top it off, some of the things they use to "express themselves" are dramatic. Like those giant ear piercing things that's the fad right now."

"Yeah, that's absurd stuff right there. I don't understand it either; they all just end up looking or acting the same, nothing unique or original about them."

"And tattoos. Same thing. I hate tattoos."

"Hey, I got a tattoo, and I didn't do it just to repeat everyone else."

Edan responded in a sincere tone, the sarcasm limited to just the words, "That's true. You tend to do things with consideration -- you did it to fit in with your friends."

"Exact—hey, no I didn't!" 

Mark looked over at him, getting annoyed with his friend's damper mood and ragging on him. He considered the rough week he knew his friend had been through, but his annoyance was rising. "What about you? You're a bit of a hypocrite, aren't you? It's not like you don't do things that fall into the 'cattle mentality'."

"True. I do some things to keep up with everyone else. But you know, and even though I'm gett'n after you, I think you are pretty good about this too, I try to consider what the herd wants me to do and decide for myself."

"Well, I think we all go through that process. It's how willing you are to part with the herd on each decision that I think makes the difference."

"You know, even people who are supposed to part with the herd don't do it very often. Take our job for example, we're all supposed to be looking for ways to make things fit, or to accomplish more, make the space that we're giving do more. We're supposed to be original, supposed to come up with ways to do things differently, but we have our very own typical pecking order, all the usual tendencies to keep up with the guy next to us out of some silly fear."

"Yeah, I think you're right, it's all about fear. A lot of our fears are small, we don't really identify them as such. And we'd feel overwhelmed if we tried to confront every little thing, so we just let a lot of things slide and go with the flow rather than contemplate every little thing."

Edan sat quietly pondering for a bit. "Yeah, I follow the crowd a bit too. But --" he gestured his beer towards his friend's arm where he knew the tattoo was covered, and let a little smirk show. "-- at least I'm not branded."

"Hey hey. It's not a branding."

"What is that thing you got on your arm, anyway?"

"First of all, it's on my side, not my arm. It's tucked away, so I can cover it if I want. And, for your information, I picked exactly what I liked. I put a lot of thought into it. It's a butterfly."

Edan finally broke from his beer to peer over at Mark. "A butterfly?"

"Yes, a butterfly thank you. How's that for parting from the herd?"

"You parted with the herd just to go join the cowgirls."

"Hey hey, now the ladies love this tattoo. A real man would be impressed with my uniqueness."

Edan laughed and lifted his beer in acknowledgement of his buddy's manliness.

Chapter 4

"I don't know what to do."

Edan sipped at his cappuccino, and looked away. "Sorry Shyla, sounds like your friends have already offered plenty of advice and it isn't helping." 

"I'm getting desperate."

Edan sat silently a moment, thoughtful. "Desperate not to become stigma." He said softly, speaking away from her.

Shyla wasn't listening very carefully, she was too emotional. And she wasn't sure that she'd heard him right, "Excuse me? I don't know what you mean, stigma?"

"Stigma. Something that people commonly fear or avoid doing, thinking, saying, etc."

"I don't follow. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, sorry. I've just been in a bitter mood the last couple days. Just my strange views, nevermind."

She paused a moment. Did she want to know? Might as well. "No, please, I'd like to hear your views."

"You're not afraid of being unable to perform the algebra, as is the goal of the class. You're afraid of receiving a mark of failure which sets you apart from everybody else. Like a mark of stigma upon you."

She wasn't sure she liked where he was going with this. Was he comparing her to some dumb girl that just wanted to follow the pack? That she cared nothing about the class, only the grade? She felt insulted. But, she was not the type to say anything. She'd just note how rude he was and rememb—

"Not all problems are solved the same way for different people. Some problems require a very unique approach, which requires overcoming stigma."

He was pushing it. If he was going to persist, she was going to speak up. "I know that. Are you saying that I just do what everyone does and can't think for myself?"

"No, no I.. Sorry. I just meant.. Well, I mean all your friend's advice isn't working, and all their advice is what works for them, and is sort of just the typical selection of solutions to the problem you're having. 'Gotta study more', as if that isn't obvious, or, 'take practice exams', and 'don't go out on weekends'. Advice like that. I didn't mean it as an insult, really."

Well, he was quite apologetic, but he obviously still thought her incapable of thinking for herself. He feels bad for saying it, and he sort of explained what he meant, but he still thought it. Oh well, even this cute boy thought her an idiot. When she failed her class, everyone would know it was true.

She tapped her cup. She considered getting up and heading back to the study hall. She looked at him. He was still looking away, avoiding eye contact. He never did that. It was strange. Well, she thought, he probably just feels bad for insulting me.

She was already incensed. She had hoped to win this boy's attention, but if this is what he thought of her, what the hell. Might as well rip the wound all the way open. "So, you think I'm too uncreative to solve this problem then? Great, bad at math and uncreative..."

"No, that's not what I meant!" He made eye contact finally, and that confused her. There was no look of arrogance, no contempt in his eyes. She wondered if maybe she was reading him wrong after all. No, she didn't think so, he just feels guilty for having his meaning caught more directly than he'd expected. "Ok, an example. Take Robin Hood."

"Robin Hood?" She almost raised an eyebrow. How the hell did they get to Robin Hood?

"Yeah. He was a thief. Bigtime thief. There's this stigma that stealing is bad. People didn't want to steal because there was a stigma against it, and when they did steal, they felt so bad about it that they kept it secret. But in the situation he was in, at least according to the stories, he did it proudly and shared his violation with lots of people. We think of the story from the back to the front, knowing he's the hero right away, but if you think about it from his perspective, it took a while of doing that before he went from being treated like the scum of the earth, a common, selfish, thief, to becoming a hero. He had to go against stigma, endure it, and come out ahead on the other end."

"So... I'm too cowardly to go against the grain, and that's why I'm failing College Algebra?" She was already moving to grab her purse, she had had enough of this. She wasn't expecting multiple forms of scorn from her friend, this attractive guy, over failing one exam. She'd come to him to get his perspective, and just because she liked talking to him, but this was done. 

"No, no that's not what I mean! Alright let me get a better example." She was barely listening as she rose, and he could see that she was offended. He had to explain himself in a hurry or he risked her forever remaining offended. It was time to make a stronger point, so he was going to have to put himself out there a bit. "Bondage."

The word caught her ear. She looked at him. "Bondage?" Really, she thought? If this guy digs his hole any deeper, she was going to up the score from walking out on their coffee meeting to slapping him.

"Bondage. You know, BDSM types of things. See, got your attention didn't it?"

She sighed. Ah, so he's trying to hold her attention. Something dramatic to get back in the game, she concluded. 

"It's not something you would think of. What if bondage was the solution to your problem?"

She waited for him to continue. Realizing he actually had posed the question, she played along to see the end of this. "How can bondage be the solution to my problem?"

"Ah, yes, there's my point! Not that you are cowardly and afraid of the solution, as if you were Robin Hood but too scared to step up to the plate and steal. But bondage has stigma, so you don't even think in those terms. Nobody considers the solutions that have stigma associated with them. Not because..." He searched for words to try to explain himself. He had become quite involved in his explanation, a bit more engaged than she had ever seen him. "Not because you just follow the crowd or are uncreative, but because nobody thinks in those terms. People try to be creative within the choices that they are accustomed to thinking in terms of. They don't often run things through their mind that have stigma on them."

She was all geared up to step over and slap him, except that she was confused. Now she was trying to process what he was saying.

"Ok... so I'm not uncreative... I just don't think in terms of the solution?" It still sounded bad, but as it came out of her mouth, it was not insulting. It might have been a valid point. Actually, whether it was Robin Hood or not, she couldn't deny it actually – she obviously hadn't thought in terms of the solution to her problem since she was still failing. It still had a certain ring being said out loud by someone though, a connotation with it perhaps. It still felt like the fine edge of insulting.

"And I'm not just following the crowd, even though the crowd put the stigma there... I'm still confused." She thought she might be seeing some of what he was heading at now, but wanted him to clarify so she could figure it out and be sure he hadn't been insulting her.

Edan, on the other hand, didn't notice the softening in her words as she started to follow his point, as she started to reason that he hadn't actually meant to insult her. He saw her still standing, ready to bolt, and still just as agitated. He scrambled to explain. He'd brought up bondage, of all things, he thought to himself. Bondage, well, he's in now, he's got to make good on bondage of all things, can't turn away from it or this is done. He was already all in.

"What if you need that Algebra whipped into you in the bedroom?"

She was shocked, now. Just when she was about to accept his explanation and begin understanding what he had meant... he had just gone into a whole new place. She was speechless. She didn't need to say anything though, he was just as shocked at having said it and jumped full bore into explaining himself. "Everyone learns different. Now, I don't really know your problem that well, but just as a form of example I'm trying to explain -- What if what worked for you is something very non-standard, something with stigma associated with it? 

Not all things with a stigma are actually bad. Bondage has a stigma because.. I don't know, all sorts of reasons. People getting hurt. Pain. Doesn't seem romantic, doesn't exactly fit into your typical Hollywood mainstream storyline." He was hovering off-topic, but he had to explain himself fully at this point, every side element. Besides, the shock had successfully thrown her off enough that he actually had a few moments to explain in detail.

"Most of the people who get into bondage follow what they've heard or seen, they throw on leather, they try to dominate, they really aren't creatively exploring something original, they're jumping along the same path as the guy before them, and that guy put a bad reputation – a stigma – to his bondage. I don't know, there's a lot of reasons why bondage has stigma with it – but my point is just that not everything with stigma comes out the same way. It doesn't have to be all bad."

She suddenly realized he was sweating. It occurred to her that she really had him on the spot. He'd crossed a line and said something that... well, she didn't know how to characterize it. Inappropriate? Definitely! But... she reminded herself, she jumps to conclusions sometimes. Maybe... she had jumped to a conclusion too soon about what he was saying, and maybe... she'd pushed him into saying something more dramatic? Well, doesn't matter, he still shouldn't have said it. It was inappropriate. She respected herself, she wasn't a prude but her relationship with Edan was not at a point where he can just throw that out there and it be ok.

Her head was spinning. What about what he was actually trying to say? Does she respond to the insinuations? She tried for a moment to process his main point, focus just a little. She realized she was standing in place, looking dumbfounded as he stared at her. Ok, she needed to think, no reaction at all, she decided. "Uhm. Well, ok sorry, I need to think about everything you were just saying, try to sift through that. Can we pick this up again later?" Her softer tone showed that she was no longer bolting, just taking a leave.

"Sure." He said quietly, looking a good bit distraught and somewhat defeated, maybe confused as well.

She gathered her things, at a more casual but slightly hurried pace, and waved with a slight smile to show that she wasn't committed to being mad at him. 

After she was out of sight, Edan's head fell to the table. He hit his forehead to the table several times as he muttered to himself, horrified at what had just happened.




Learning Curve



Chapter 5

Shyla nodded her head. "Yes, thank you. I will try harder!"

The professor didn't say anything else, but just glared at her. She could feel the pretense. Professors must get a lot of people into their office just looking for a shortcut, or a handout, or another way. She wasn't looking for a shortcut, she was just looking for any way. But, the professor didn't know that. And actually, although she normally wouldn't seek out a shortcut, with her increasing desperation she had to admit she was willing to consider it this time, so maybe the professor was right to think so.

She smiled and stood, then made her way out. She stopped in the hallway and rested her back against the wall. What was she going to do? She'd just spent an hour trying to understand what she had failed to understand when she turned in her latest homework, and still didn't really understand it. She felt like she'd gotten a few scraps out of it, but that they'd never stick. 

The whole time she'd been in the office, she'd been so worried about proving to the professor that she could do this, that she could in fact understand it, that she was capable, that she hadn't really focused on the material. An hour lost...

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She felt so lost, so alone. Everyone else was showing success in their studies, well most everyone. She'd swallowed her pride and asked some of the most successful students. She also tried to understand the other students that she knew were struggling to see if she could learn what not to do.

Suddenly, she realized there were footsteps. She turned slightly away from the sound and quickly wiped her eyes. Then she looked to see who was coming and whether they had noticed her present state.

Two students approached side-by-side. She did not know them. She stood waiting until they passed. After they had passed her and assumed they were out of earshot, she overheard them comment that she looked like "another failing undergraduate that thinks they're entitled to a free pass." They must have been graduate students, she concluded. And assholes, she also concluded.

As they rounded the corner, she felt her eyes tear up again, and this time it wasn't going to stop. She tried to plan out a way to get out of the building with a minimal of running into other people. 

Chapter 6

Edan sat, anxiously awaiting his coffee partner. It was 10 minutes past their usual meeting time, and Shyla was usually close to punctual. He focused hard on other thoughts, and every time his mind started wondering towards consideration as to whether she was coming he forced himself to focus on something random, anything he could see. A person walking. A bird in the tree. Anything, he didn't want to think himself into pain.

He didn't know if she would show again after his messy and embarrassing fiasco the week before. He was really frightened that he'd lost his coffee partner and good friend, Shyla, for good. He wanted to kick himself.

Why couldn't he just stick to societal norms and not say stupid things like that? He wanted to kick himself. Then, he saw Shyla appear at the patio doorway. He let out a heavy breath of relief.

She came up and sat down, smiling and in good temper it appeared.

"Hi Edan!" She said cheerily. "I'm sorry for getting so worked up last week." She opened. 

She was sorry? Ah, that was good, she wasn't mad after all. He didn't need an apology, he'd just been worried that she was angry.

"No need, I was out of line."

"No, no I really thought about what you were saying."

"Oh uh you did?"

"Yeah. Well, I haven't had much choice. My entire life has been consumed with one moment after another of agony while I try to figure out how to fix my academic doom march."

"Oh.. Well, I uh—" he was at a loss for a good response.

She took a long pause, then made deep eye contact. He was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "So... about your little idea."

"My idea? Oh, well, yeah I mean did you come up with anything 'off-the-beaten track' that might help you?"

She explained, in a voice much softer than her usual, "no, not the idea to think outside the box, although I get that now. No, your specific idea."

"My...uh...huh?"

She looked around and leaned in. She paused. She tried to start saying something several times, but seemed at a loss for words. 

In the pause, he was thinking through what she was saying. She had started blushing and was resting her face on her fist, supported by an arm on the table. She looked like she wanted to run for the hills.

When it became clear that she wanted help expressing herself, he finally asked, "You mean the bondage?"

She immediately turned her face before turning it back. He figured he'd embarrassed her by mentioning it again. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to bring it—"

She made eye contact and nodded her head. She held the gaze. When she realized that he didn't understand, she repeated her nod. "Yes." She said simply.

"Yes what?"

She blushed and looked away again. He was afraid this must have been agonizing for her. She looked back. "What you said. Yes... the..."

"...bondage?"

"Yes."

"Oh, what about it?" He tried to stick to a conversational tone despite the unusual topic matter.

She took a deep breath. She had known this was going to be horribly difficult, but it was becoming too much. She was about to give up and accept the failing grade. 

She didn't respond, and he could see her getting still more flush. He was confused. She meant the bondage? Did she... She couldn't possibly mean what he'd said about whipping it into her? No. He wasn't about to make an ass out of himself again, he wasn't even going to bring it up. He watched her, torn between her agony and trying to figure out what to say. 

"Do you suppose something like that might really work?" She asked very softly, not as a matter of control but of obvious embarrassment.

"Something like...what, the bondage? Wow, uh, well. What about the bondage?" She nodded. Then she stayed silent. She buried her head under her arms on the table and kept peeking up at him with a gentle smile before hiding again. She actually seemed like she was getting over her embarrassment a little, or at least had dug in as far as she could be. She lifted her head back up, but she remained with a fist supporting her face close to the table, keeping about as small a profile as a person could at the table.

"You suggested that I needed to have it whipped into me."

"Oh! Yeah... uh, I don't know. Never really heard of anyone trying it before. I'd really meant it more of an example than a..." he suddenly realized how it must have seemed. "I didn't – I – it's not – I hadn't been thinking about it specifically or anything, I mean, it's not, I wasn't sitting around –"

"No, no that's ok, I'm not mad."

He scratched his head, also seeking out a lower profile but similarly with nowhere to hide. "Oh.. Uhm, well like I said, I don't know if anyone's ever tried it."

His heart was racing. Most guys probably would have picked up on the fact that she was asking him about this, not just researching it herself, on the internet or through girlfriends. He might have even considered that later, after their conversation, when he was reconsidering it in his mind. But, Edan was not really on watch for signs or "ins" as Mark like to call them. 

But this conversation was so awkward that it was impossible for him to not recognize that something was up. He wouldn't consider it an invitation, or try to move on it, he might ordinarily flirt and tease about the idea, both for fun and to break the ice a little, but this seemed way too sensitive for her.

"Would..." She paused. "Would you..."

His heart sped up even faster. If that was possible. Was she asking him to try "whipping it into me"?

"You want me to..."

She swallowed and took a deep breath. Now came an obviously rehearsed line, one that she'd considered a lot and decided was an essential statement if she was really going to try this. There was no point trying something like this half way. "No limits." She said softly and very directly, making it clear that she was serious, but smiling slightly.

He sat smiling lightly, but mute. 

She repeated. "No limits, anything that you think can be useful towards me learning the material and doing well in my class." 

There, she'd gotten it out.

She tried to remain composed, having gotten it all out felt like a enormous weight was lifted. Although she now had to wait for a response. 

"Is this how it feels to ask a girl on a date? You... you.. I don't know, you have all this angst and know what you want to say, and there's only this split second that you have to endure waiting for a response, but that one split second is so bad that it scares you to the bone?"

"Yes." He said simply, suddenly completely unsympathetic over the thought.

She made her eyes large as an obvious hint that she was waiting for her aforementioned response. "And..." she led him with a slight gesture of her hands.

He smiled. "Yes, I would enjoy trying to help you."

She felt another sigh of relief. She felt like she could collapse. It was over, and he had actually agreed to it. Roughly, the best possible outcome. Now all that remained was the part where she ran like she'd she'd never run before, jump off a bridge, leap into a pit, and find a good spot in the dirt to bury her head for at least 3-6 hours.

She got up from her chair. 

"Uhm.. yeah so I'm horribly embarrassed now. I'm just going to... " She gestured toward the patio door. "Yeah, going now." She smiled and made a lighthearted expression.

"No need to be embarrassed, I know how hard that was – you're right, a whole lot like asking a girl on a date. Admiral that you got up the guts to ask!"

"Well... I'm sort of desperate. You know that. Anyway, still wanting to run. Going to now." In her dramatically more lighthearted motion she started walking away. Then she turned and stepped back towards him. She started to speak but stopped. Then turned. Then turned again.

"When's a good time for you?" She said with a face that could only express their joint feeling that one last thing unavoidably had to be asked before they could end the awkwardness.

"Uhm... Do you want to say my place tomorrow night?"

"Sure. E-mail me your address."

"Right, done. And Shyla..." She was already turned and a step away but paused, without turning back. "Thank you for thinking of me. I'm honored, really, and hope that I can help. We'll have a fun time of it, and don't be embarrassed, that was really hard, I know."

At no point did she turn back and look again, or say anything else, but after he finished and paused, she grew a smile that he could not see. She continued her walk outward with the smile. She could only describe her emotions as "shock and awe".

Chapter 7

Her body was ravaged. Her nipples felt sore. Her head was beginning to spin. She had to learn this material. Her legs were tied to the bed, but her arms were free. She sat up and began thumbing through the paper. Her mind was trying to get distracted, trying to destroy her focus, but she had to learn it. In the weeks before, her emotions couldn't take failure. Now, her body couldn't take failure.

Edan had been gentle. He'd actually been much more gentle than she'd expected. The problem was, she discovered, that extended periods of 'gently' punishing her sensitive spots on her body started adding up to a very, very strong reaction regardless of the intensity. And, he had used a slight growth in intensity as part of the technique, as well. She had noticed in fine detail.

She could lose focus all night and it would just mean more pain for her. There was failure here just as there would be on her exams, but it was a much more immediate failure, and it continually led to pain followed by an endless pattern of having yet "another chance". There was no judgment, no disappointment from her paingiver... In fact, it was just the opposite. Her failure gave him an excuse to rip off another piece of clothing, and then to whip her on her most sensitive areas. At first she was whipped through the clothing, but that was fading fast. 

Here, the word "stop" was useless. She had a safeword, but there were rules – if she used it, they would quit for the night and she'd have to go home. She felt close to being a failure already, she wasn't about to give up her last bit of pride and admit defeat. No, the only word that could give her a break from the punishment was the correct answer to the problem.

She was given 30 minutes to study each time. Then, 10 minutes of punishment. Each time she provided an answer he was seeking, he would use up a minute of the punishment letting her rest. If she knew all the correct answers, and could provide them instantly, there was no pain to be had.

The first time, she simply drew blanks. She had been so nervous and distracted that she hadn't been able to focus on the papers in front of her.

The second time, she'd lost her shirt, and was nervous about her appearances, hoping he'd be pleased, and distractedly wondering what he was thinking.

By the third time, the punishment had become enough that she was no longer so concerned with him and had started worrying about herself. She started studying a little. She managed to memorize most of a condensed page of notes into her mind.

When the crop fell on her shoulder, she couldn't focus. She tried to picture the paper, the memorization sheet, and locate the information. What corner was it in? There it is... Finally it ca—another crop fall, this time on her chest. She was blindfolded, so never knew exactly when the crop would land.

"Division is multiplication by the reciprocal!" She blurted out, as soon as she realized it had positioned itself front and center in her mind.

"Correct. Very good my dear."

She relished that his voice sounded pleased. Although he had been quite non judgmental the entire time, there was also a hint of satisfaction that she had caught, that he had tried to conceal.

She was beginning to become more afraid of having nothing with which to stop him than of what would happen in her exam. 

But, her memorization was less than perfect. By the 5th question, her memory slipped. The fact that she knew the rest of the paper was useless, she discovered! The whiplashes fell, but the punishment was brief. She must have consumed most of the 10 minutes by her successful answers. 

She was relieved that she was beginning to succeed. And he would be pleased, she thought to herself, and smiled, as he was removing the blindfold. She saw the hint of a smile, but otherwise he completely hid any expression. Apparently, the lack of judgment would work both ways – she would not be rewarded with praise or happiness for her answers just as she was not judged for her failings. She supposed that was fair, after all if he got himself emotional in either direction then how would he keep from wanting to do something else with the girl tied to his bed? Besides, if he presented responses then it would make her focus on alternatives to knowing the answer, like other things she might say. Knowing he was going to stick to the rules perfectly gave her mind no place to wander – there was a but a singular path – to have a correct answer in her mind was to know a word that meant "Stop! Break! Pause! Mercy!"

The next half hour passed and she continued to study carefully. This time she memorized twice as much material, able to focus after her success. But, the questions had become a little more challenging, and she still failed to answer all of them correctly.

She felt dismayed as he left the room. If her success was always met with harder questions, then there was to be no solution for her. She would simply be tormented all night. She let herself sink into sadness and failure, wallowing in her hopeless situation. Time passed as she was lost in the desolate bog of discouraged thoughts. But with the half hour nearly exhausted, her body began shivering slightly. Wherever her conscious mind might be staying, her subconscious was whispering to her that she had to do something. She became very worried about the immediate problem of the 10 minutes about to come, and put aside her concern over having no overall escape.

When he returned, he began with several questions that she easily answered. She was happy, they were not any more challenging than before and she'd relieved herself of several minutes of pain. 

Then, she felt his hand on her arm. This was different, she thought. He slid it up her forearm with a gentle touch. He loosened the thick, painless rope that held her hands together, and over her head. He removed the blindfold. 

He sat her onto an armless chair, and positioned a pillow behind her back. Then a second pillow, but removed it, adjusting until she was positioned where he wanted her, and forced to sit towards the front of the chair. 

Then he reached to her thighs with his hands. He applied a gentle pressure, motioning for her to spread her legs apart. She obliged, slowly, hesitantly. He pressed a little more, demonstrating that being gentle did not imply he was making a request.

He proceeded to wrap some gentle rope around her in various places, fixing her mostly in place. Her legs were completely locked in position, and her torso, but her arms were free. At this point, her panties were her only remaining protection from the crop, and they were thin enough to provide little of it. He brought a small table up to her, and handed her paper and a pencil. 

"Here is your problem." He paused, but not for long. "A shopping cart contains only apples, oranges, and pears. There are twice as many oranges as apples—" she suddenly realized she was supposed to be writing it down. Oh, what was it he just said? " and three times as many pears as oranges. How many pears are there in terms of the number of apples?"

She had failed to write down the first sentence. She had no choice but to ask. "Sir... Could you repeat the first sentence?"

She suddenly felt a flash of the whip on her back. She had become accustomed to the punishment coming in a certain form, and she'd been laid down on her back for all of the previous sessions. To feel the whip on her naked back was a new sensation! 

Her teacher walked around, in front of her. That frightened her, because she knew he had easy access to her front side. She was attentive, as if she had not been before.

"A shopping cart contains only apples, oranges, and pears." He repeated, very matter-of-factly. She wished he would display some emotion, some sign of his feelings. 

She jotted down the details of the problem. She couldn't focus. This problem was not memorization, but a thought problem. She was stripped to her panties, being whipped with a crop, whip, and other various things she did not even recognize. How could she possibly answer a question requiring so much thought?

Then it suddenly occurred to her. Now that her eyes were open, she was more aware of her surroundings. She'd learned to ignore them with the blindfold on. She was both impressed that she had overcome some of her focus problems, able to ignore her environment long enough to answer his questions. Then, she was suddenly terrified! It had suddenly occurred to her that she was very aroused. And it would be quite evident on her panties, which Edan was now standing directly in front of.

"Time is up." 

Shit. She was supposed to be thinking about apples, not cherries. She decided that if she could master her focus and concentration in this environment, and control these strong emotions, the exam room was going to be a breeze.

He stepped behind her. She dared not turn to look, unsure if that was permitted. When he returned ahead of her, he carried scissors with him. The silk panties she had brought for the special occasion were about to leave ahead of her.




Learning Curve



Oh God, she thought. He was about to get an even better glimpse at how aroused she was.

Chapter 8

"I'm really glad that we still do coffee. I really enjoy these little chats."

"Yeah, me too."

Shyla paused a moment. She'd been wondering about something. "So, do you enjoy being dominant?"

He almost coughed it seemed, caught a little off-guard. Although they were much more comfortable with each other now, through the sheer force of it all, they were still quite awkward verbally. 

After the first session, most of their study time was just that – studying. He resorted to punishment much less often, usually towards the end of the night when her focus was beginning to fade. The rest of their time was spent intensely studying. He avoided small talk with her during the time that was reserved for studying. 

On top of that, the addition of preparation time for their sessions had consumed all of their remaining free time. For her, it was homework that he would give her between then and the next session. For him, it was writing homeworks, preparing questions, planning out their sessions. It had prevented them from finding any new social time despite their new private habits together.

Obviously, their communication had not been forced into high gear as quickly as other elements of their friendship had been. But, the process of asking him to help her and of him originally suggesting the bondage sessions, as well as the enormous amount of time spent together had all helped some. 

Still, they always avoided talking about their sessions during coffee. She presumed that he wanted them to have some time that they spent together where the bondage and classwork were excluded. As far as she could tell, it might have actually been part of his plans for helping her learn the material; he may have felt it necessary for success. And she had never raised the subject over coffee, except to set times for their next meeting. And that was always phrased as if they were simply getting together to study, and nothing more special than that.

"I guess so." He responded. "I do, yes. But I don't like...Hmm, how to explain... I have a hard time dominating someone until I am certain that's what they want. Maybe that means the answer is no? I think to be a 'dominant' you are supposed to step into their space and take charge, right? That's sort of the opposite."

"Also, I don't really like to scare. I don't see the point, really. In our case, we sort of found a point, a reason why it can be a useful tool. But normally, I think no."

She pondered his answer. It didn't really explain any of what she was actually getting at. For the many sessions they'd had, he had never taken off his clothes, or tried to pursue her past the same techniques he'd always used. He restricted himself. Even though she had told him no limits, he seemed to have solid ones he had put in place himself. She was impressed, actually, that he had stuck to them. Maybe she was just that unattractive, she considered, that it wasn't so hard. It would probably make her feel like he was doing her a favor, and nothing more, but he did flirt sometimes over coffee. Nothing pertaining to the sessions, just playfulness. It might have been sympathy flirting to keep her spirits up.

"Were you hoping for more dominance?"

She brought her mind back to the conversation. "No. No, I was just wondering. No, I think you are very good at it, you don't need to worry." She considered how to rephrase to figure out what she really wanted to know. She couldn't think of anything. She didn't want coffee to turn awkward. She had spoken the truth, he was good at his part, or at least she thought so. There wasn't much more to say on the subject. She gave up for now, hoping that having danced on the subject might get him to open it up again at some point, and then maybe she could ask more directly.

Chapter 9

Shyla sat in her familiar chair, the same one she'd claimed for the previous examination. The test was about to arrive into her hands. 

She realized her palms were sweaty. She was highly emotional, and knew that wasn't going to help.

The test arrived. She threw it down onto the desk and went to dig in. As she started writing her name, she snapped that she had failed to pass the rest of the pile to the person behind her. Slightly embarrassed she grabbed the pile behind the page with her name and separated it, handing them to the next student.

She wrote her name. She started reading. She couldn't make it entirely through the first sentence before her mind drifted to her fears, her worries. That made her feel out of control, and her mind drifted further. But after a few moments, she told herself to focus. It worked for a moment. Then after another sentence her focus was gone again. 

She was on the verge of panic, she wanted to run out screaming, admitting to the world her dirty little secret, that she was a failure. She didn't know what to do. Focus, she told herself again. She made herself attempt the first problem.

She recognized it. It was ok, she knew this. Or she thought she knew it. What if she'd spent too much time playing around with Edan in something that she thought was an exotic solution to her problem, and in reality had just wasted the time she should have been studying on whatever she had wanted to be doing? Oh God. Focus, she told herself, at least try, she thought.

She completed the first and second problem. The third problem was less familiar to her. She started wondering if all the long hours of pain just hadn't been enough. She felt like she'd worked so hard, but maybe it just wasn't enough. She should have put in more time.

Suddenly, she felt something. She felt something in her private area. It was a tingling. She knew immediately what it was. Edan had given her a bottle. The bottle was completely unmarked, and contained something watery, or oily. He had given her explicit instructions that before the exam, she was to go into the girl's bathroom and rub some of it on her private self. It had aroused her a little, to be in the bathroom, touching herself on his instructions. She'd paused to rub her clit a little. Not knowing what the oil was had left her pondering what effect it would have, and so she'd taken the time to lower her skirt in a private stall and watch herself as she put it on. As she rubbed the oil on, and felt herself, she kept thinking that this was a similar view to what Edan had in session with her. It left her aroused. 

Now, she felt a tingling. The oil must have had some sort of...delayed reaction. It made her shift in her seat a little. It reminded her of Edan. She became frightened – what other effects would this have? What would it to do her? Was it going to force her to get up and go to the bathroom? Or something more embarrassing, was it going to...affect...her down there? Would she soon find herself moaning uncontrollably and touching herself in the middle of the exam? What kind of mystery lotion was this, she wondered. Well, all that was a pretty tall order from an oil, she reasoned. She put it out of her mind, but she now had a solid reminder of Edan. She could feel him, the tingling he had decided to give her, in the place where he liked to give her sensations.

She closed her eyes. She pictured herself alone in the bedroom with Edan. She pictured the silence. She imagined herself waiting for him. She imagined that she was on the timer, that she had 30 minutes until he returned and punished her. She wanted him to see her good work. She wanting him to see that she had not wasted the 30 minutes. So many times she had wasted it, or done a poor job. She'd spent many of those 30 minute opportunities running the same sort of thoughts through her head that were now hitting her. Fears upon fears. Fears of fears. 

Then she pictured him at the doorway. She pictured him walking over to her.

"This is a special session." He said, in her imagination.

"I am her to keep you on task." He said in a dominating, more threatening voice than he usually took.

"You do not have a half hour. Instead, you will be punished every time you lose focus. Each time I will come in. And I will whip you once. Each time harder. If you stay focused, I won't appear at all until you are done, and then I will be proud of you. If I have to come in too many times, I will start ripping your clothes off. Right there, in front of the other students. If you focus, I'll reward you. If you focus, I'll reach down there, and touch you with my own fingers. Then I'll massage every inch of your body. Then..."

She wished he could be there. She repeated the words again in her mind, picturing him saying them. The idea had settled in. She was starting to feel the fear of him, instead of all the other fears, and the wish to please him. She didn't know if she could pass her test or succeed in her classes, but she knew she could please him with really hard work, even if just slightly.

She opened her eyes and saw only her exam, and his voice.

Chapter 10

Mark and Edan were walking back to their car. Edan had been noticeably quiet, his mind obviously adrift. 

Mark decided to break the monotony. Maybe he could even get Edan to open up about what was troubling him. "You know, I'm trying to take your advice man."

"What advice?"

"About not following the leader. Thinking more for myself."

"Oh, Mark, I didn't really mean I thought you—"

"No, no it's alright. It doesn't matter how much I do or don't do it, it's one of those things that can always be improved."

"Hmm. I think I'm full of crap man."

"How so?"

"I try to do things differently and I just end up confused and lost by myself."

"Yo, what's up man?"

"Going off and doing things 'my way' has just left me with no herd to guide me. I've gotten myself into a more confusing situation. Uncharted territory."

"Well, is it good uncharted territory, or are we talking about the Sahara desert here?"

Their conversation was interrupted as they entered the car, Edan driving.

"Yeah, it's good. It's a nice luscious valley, really."

"Wow, well hey that's good man."

"Yeah, except I'm lost in it and don't know my way around. Plus I'm running out of resources."

"I think your analogy is a little too broad man. I haven't got a clue what you're talking about."

"Hmm, well. Yeah I don't think I do either."

"Well, I suppose what you're describing is what happens when you don't follow the crowd, there are advantages lost. The herd is good at finding grass, and well protected, you know. Being on your own may have some advantages, but it means you have to do everything alone, too, and figure everything out on your own. Not fun, that's probably why people stick to the herd. Going it alone is hard work. Is it paying off?"

Edan smiled and thought about his answer for a moment. "Yes, it's worth it. I'm just afraid that I'm going to fail in the goal. I have the weight of another person's fate on my hands, and I'm going to feel terrible if I mess this up."

"Who's the other person?"

"That girl I told you about. Shyla. I'm trying to help her pass her algebra class, I've been tutoring her."

"Oh. Seems pretty straightforward. Just teach her the material."

"You'd think. Funny how seemingly simple things can be really complicated."

"Getting pretty wrapped up in this aren't you? You're already helping her. Now it's up to her to succeed, not you."

"Oh I'm all too well aware of that. I can't do it for her. But, my part is to be a good teacher, and I feel a big obligation to do my part right. Unfortunately, I'm not sure that I have the faintest clue that I know what I'm doing."

"Every teacher and every student is different. Hard to say what makes a good one other than what works for you."

"Yeah. My teaching method might be on the other side of the moon from being the right approach."

"What's your method?"

"Let's just say I'm trying to use my charm to motivate her."

"Ahhh... I see. See, you went and made it personal. Always dangerous."

"Not sure... It's more like it's personal for her, not for me. I make sure she doesn't get any feedback from me, otherwise I'd be intermixed with the part where it actually depends on her, and I want to make sure not to take on the student's role, only the teacher's role."

"Yeah, makes sense. Sounds like you've got it figured out pretty well man, that's an important part of being a teacher – not taking the success or failure of the student on yourself."

"Yeah well maybe. That's one element of it. But that's like a drop of water in the ocean, doesn't really address whether I've got the rest of it right."

"Well, Edan, you can always rejoin a herd."

"Yeah, I know. It's constantly worrying me that I should give up on my pompous, self-serving need to do things my own way and return to the conventional. Especially with someone else involved."

"If you were really being pompous and self-serving, I don't think you'd be worrying about it."

Without knowing any of the details of what was going on, or even being aware that Edan was doing something very unconventional, he'd offered him a little reassurance. It was impressive that he'd been able to discuss it through analogy and actually get useful advice out of it. Now if only analogies were a working mechanism for communicating with Shyla, that would be really helpful.

Chapter 11

Shyla knocked on the door. Edan opened and let her in. They immediately began discussing the exam she had just received back. Edan instructed her to hand the exam to him. She didn't want to, but knew better than to refuse. She had told him no limits, and that made it difficult for her to hide from him as long as he was paying attention.

The grade was an improvement over her first exam, but was not good enough. She'd accomplished a C-. Averaged with her first exam and most of her homework, she had already calculated that it was not going to bring her up enough to pass the class. 

Edan sat down at the dining table. He parsed through the exam, cold and emotionless. He focused more intensely on it than she had while taking the exam.

After a long time of carefully looking through it, he set it down and stared past her. He was clearly contemplating the situation. Shyla began trying to speak, trying to make him feel better or something... She offered some excuses. She wanted so badly for him to be proud and excited for her, not disappointed. But she had failed, yet again, in accomplishing that.

He listened and nodded, but did not say a word. She finally gave up after speaking for several minutes.

"You have only the final exam and some homeworks remaining."

"Your homework is worth 30%. Your final is worth 30%. We're going to have to do better."

"Yes, sir." She said meekly.

"I must pause and ask if you want to continue this approach to working on your grade. We've tried it through one of your exams, you've had a chance to see what it's like and whether it would work. It's up to you, do you want to continue?"

"Yes, sir." She responded, still looking towards the floor. He had never commanded her to address him as sir, nor did she typically do so, but at the moment she was frightened, and trying to smooth over her failure as best she could.

"No limits?"

Secretly, she became slightly excited. Were things going to change? Perhaps this might break him free to "explore" more options with her.

"Yes, sir, whatever you believe is necessary."

"I will require more of your time. From now on, I will dictate your schedule. For now, you will spend 3 nights a week here, and for the remaining 2 weeknights you will be studying on your own. The following night when you arrive here you will be quizzed for the studies while you were away."

"Yes, sir. I can do that."

"Good. Go into the bedroom and begin studying. We're beginning with Chapter 1 again."

"Ok."

He paused for a moment.

"I will begin giving you exams of my own. They will be comprehensive, covering material from the beginning of the course. Although I do not often punish you during studies anymore, unless you lose focus, you will be treated differently during our exams. Your exams will be broken into several segments, which I will grade as you work. If you fall behind, or answer incorrectly, you will be punished while you continue to work. The farther behind you fall, the harder it will be to catch up while I am still tormenting you. Also... On exams, you will be punished more harshly than you are accustomed to."

More harshly, she thought? At least she would get practice with the pressures of the exam. But her hope for some relief, a little return from him, were dashed. It sounded as if he was even further from wanting to give her what her body was craving. 

It was alright, she trusted him. Allowing him to guide her studies meant that she no longer had to consider the many conflicting pieces of advice her friends offered. She no longer had to sift through it all, or reconsider her approach. She had only the small subset to worry about, the process of learning. The rest was left to her teacher, Edan. Although his system for teaching her had not solved her problem, it had brought her to a C. She thought that quite sufficient to prove that he was helping, and was more than enough for her to be willing to let him continue.

Edan was not feeling nearly as confident that he could really help her.

Chapter 12

Four months had passed since they had begun their "study sessions". Although she never gave details, that's what she always called them to her friends who had observed the large amount of time they spent together. She had allowed Edan to try and do anything he felt helpful to help her learn. He could have taken her at his will, but he had continually stopped short of that, in fact he had remained impressively detached and had always managed to stop himself from indulging in what was right before him, aside from whatever pleasure he was gleaming from being able to see her naked and controlling the instruments which punished her.

It was quite strange, she'd thought. Most men would act on an opportunity that included far less than her being tied to a bed naked and obviously aroused. But Edan had not. She could see it in his eyes that he wanted her, quite desperately. Yet he always managed to keep himself from acting beyond his mission to help her. 

At almost every session, when she felt herself aroused and desperate for some relief, she would have welcomed advances from him. If nothing else, in every session she desperately yearned for some relief for the punishment, she would have accepted him for that alone. Yet he never acted.

She had concluded that he was simply not attracted to her. That he viewed what he was doing as a favor, or a service, and that he liked her as a friend, but apparently, nothing more.

They continued their weekly coffee meetings, but they continued to avoid most personal subjects, and especially as a subject came closer and closer to discussion about their secret private time together. It was still an opportunity to get to know one another a little better, but the whole thing had become strange. It felt very odd that they should be getting to know each other so slowly when they knew each other – or at least he knew her – so intimately.

Now her class was over. She would find out her final grade within a few more days. She had found that her focus, concentration, and motivation to study could all be helped by their sessions. She had contemplated asking him for help with other issues, things that only indirectly affected her grade. She even pondered whether his sessions could help her solve personal problems, things such as bad habits or problems she simply struggled with. She wanted to, curious whether he could find more creative solutions to more of her problems, but she held back. She didn't want to rock the boat, and didn't want to impose on him to have to devote more time and effort into solving problems that were really hers to tackle. 




Learning Curve



I would like to offer a special thank you to HMEdits for volunteering to look at my work and support me with this, my first submission to Literotica. Comments are most welcome. Enjoy!

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James was very well travelled for a 19 year old; born in Paris, he had lived in France, America and now England, but for all he had seen and done, he couldn't seem to find happiness in his life. Since his brother had left for boarding school he had felt very isolated living out in the country with his parents, wishing, but unable, to meet up with his friends regularly. Not all too long ago James learned that his high school crush was moving to the village and he felt at last that his fortunes were improving. Lana was beautiful; she was 5 foot 7, slender with pert medium-sized breasts, shimmering blue eyes and blonde hair that fell gracefully about her shoulders. She was a year younger than James, but they had met on numerous occasions in and around school and texted each other from time to time. He would have gladly welcomed news of any one of his friends moving out into the country, but none more so than Lana.

He hadn't been able to keep her off his mind since he had heard the news and couldn't wait for the day to come. The two had been chatting at school more often recently, as James told her all about the village and what there was to do around there. Okay, so that turned out to be a pretty quick conversation, there was no denying it, there was nothing to do in his village, but for whatever reason she seemed nearly as excited as he was. James had offered to help her family unpack and shift furniture when they moved; an offer Lana and her family gladly accepted.

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The day arrived, but the weather was not cooperating; the April rains lashed down on the houses and the wind gusted through the tall trees, howling as it weaved between their still leafless branches. James didn't care. Localised tornadoes, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions couldn't have dampened his mood. He had been up early to get himself ready to help Lana's family. It was still morning and he found himself staring into a floor-length mirror, admiring the results of those hours in the gym. James was 5 foot 10, with an athletic build, piercing brown eyes and thick brown hair. Frantically digging through the recesses of his drawer he pulled out an array of his favourite clothes to put on for the meeting with his new neighbour. Black Calvin Klein boxers that hugged his toned waist line and supported his package comfortably, teal blue Levi 501 jeans that accentuated his muscular thighs and peachy ass, a brown belt with a large metal buckle with the Hugo Boss logo emblazoned on it, a pair of soft socks and his brown slip-on shoes. James took a moment to admire himself before slipping on his best white Ralph Lauren t-shirt with low cut sleeves. A spritz of Davidoff cologne and he was ready.

James strolled along the paving stones bridging the road and their lawn up to the front door before pausing a moment to take a deep breath, conscious that the rain water was washing away his fragrant scent. He knocked on the door, only to be greeted by Lana's father; a man of similar build to himself only slightly taller and with a greying head of hair.

"Please come in James, and do excuse the mess, it's been a hectic morning. We're waiting on the moving van to get back with the next set of boxes so until then please make yourself at home."

Affording himself a moment to take in the surroundings James glanced around the entry hall; it was spacious and flooded with natural light. The walls were bare and a group of half-opened boxes cluttered the floor.

"Lana!!! He's here!" shouted her father up the winding staircase. "She'll be in her room unpacking, why don't you go give her a hand until more boxes arrive?" he suggested.

Hardly needing an excuse to go and see her straight away, James made his way up the carpeted staircase, finding himself on a landing with one hallway branching off to the right and one to the left. Peering down to his right he saw a pin-up of George Clooney on the door at the end. Recognising Lana's favourite Hollywood actor he assumed that this would be her bedroom where she would be unpacking her belongings. James walked up to her door, stopping to listen for a moment before knocking...silence. He knocked. There was no response. Tentatively pushing the door open he stepped into the room. Directly across from him was a bed frame without a mattress and beside it on the floor lay a pile of unopened boxes. James moved towards the bed frame, looking to his left as he went, spotting a window with a view to the back yard. Then he turned to his right and there, standing before the sink in the ensuite bathroom was Lana. She was bending over forwards to pull up her jeans, permitting him a glimpse of her elegant toned legs and firm ass cheeks covered by black panties. As she pulled the jeans up she spied him in the mirror above the basin and turned around, somewhat flushed, with just her black matching bra to cover her beautiful teenage breasts. James, caught between desire and embarrassment, averted his gaze, stammering, "I'm, I'm sorry Lana, it's just, your Dad said I would find you unpacking." 

She flashed him a cheeky smile and, turning back into the bathroom to fetch her blouse, she said, "That's alright Jamesy... I won't bite." 

He could feel the blood rushing through his veins as he saw her pull the tight white blouse over her chest, moulding itself around her perky assets and her flat tummy. An erection was forming in his boxers and he knew he had to try and suppress it. Lana took a moment to play with her smooth blonde hair in the mirror before turning again to face James. She was stunningly gorgeous and he wanted her more than anything. She sauntered up to him and gave him a warm embrace. He could feel the firmness of her breasts against his strong chest just as surely as she could no doubt feel the growing bulge in his jeans.

Giggling, she withdrew saying, "I'm so happy to see you baby! I've been so excited about the move and I really appreciate your offer to help us unpack. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have a friend like you." 

"I'm so glad you're here! It's going to be amazing knowing someone who lives in the village from now on! Maybe now we'll be able to see more of each other..." James caught himself. "I mean, maybe we can hang out...if you like."

"Yeah I'd love to Jamesy! What with you living out here it was so hard to see you before!"

His heart skipped a beat or two before he managed to muster a reply, but they soon got down to work. It was not long before the moving van returned with more boxes and James left Lana to her room for some time while he helped her parents unload the remainder of their belongings. He spent the afternoon moving the heavy furniture with Lana's father, but the whole while he had other things on his mind. He had seen his high school crush in just panties and a bra and it made him want her more than ever. James was a handsome young man and had attracted a lot of female attention in high school but found it difficult to follow up on it because of where he lived. Now that his heartthrob had come to him he was determined to make something happen.

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Over the next couple of weeks barely a day went by without them seeing each other and they got to know each other a lot better. Before learning that James lived in the village to which she was moving, Lana had been so upset by the prospect of not getting to see her friends any more; she missed them of course, but in her eyes she had found something better. Being a year apart they belonged to different groups of friends and didn't spend much time together at school, but James would usually drive her home and they would spend most evenings at one or the other's house hanging out.

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James was on tour with the school tennis team for a week and his parents were away in America for a friend's wedding, so Lana had kindly agreed to house sit in their absence. She wasn't being paid, but the work wasn't much more than just being in the house each night and in her opinion she was getting something much sweeter than money: she was sleeping in James' bed.

She lay naked on his bed, the moonlight bathing the sheets over her in a cool white light. Lana turned over, burying her face in his pillow and breathed in deeply; she couldn't get enough of his intoxicating scent. Restlessly she turned onto her back again and spread herself across the whole mattress. Lana was imagining her crush beside her, his muscular body pressed against her soft skin, his cool lips pecking at her neck and the growing bulge in his boxers poking her from behind. A soft groan escaped her lips as she fondled her breasts, squeezing the warm flesh and tweaking her rapidly hardening nipples. Lana groaned again, her hands slowly navigating their way down her stomach to her shaved cunt. With the middle and index fingers of her left hand Lana spread her pussy lips and slowly began to run her right hand over her clit. She squealed, her breathing becoming more laboured as she continued to play with herself, feeling the first beads of moisture surface from within. How she wished James was here with her, exploring her body and tasting her sweet juices as they flowed from her horny cunt.

Lana was getting very hot and threw back the sheets to allow the cool night air to drift over her body; she shivered, looking down at her glistening snatch. She ran her fingers along the moist skin, taking them to her mouth and gently sucking, enjoying her slightly salty taste as the warm juice passed between her lips and settled on her taste buds. Lana withdrew her fingers and, spitting on them, she began to rub the saliva into her hole, massaging her throbbing clit with her other hand. She groaned again, louder this time, and proceeded to push one finger inside her pussy, withdrawing and then forcing it in further. She began fucking herself with her finger with increasing ferocity, deeper and deeper with each successive push, swirling her finger around the soaking tunnel of flesh, sending wave after wave of sensational pleasure pulsing through her body. A second and a third finger followed as Lana continued to get herself off, spreading her legs wider apart, arching her back and throwing her head back as she moaned loudly.

Try as she might, she couldn't make herself cum; her small fingers were no comparison with the thick hard penis on her mind. Collapsing on James' bed, Lana withdrew and, pausing for a moment, then got up and scampered downstairs. She was feeling so horny and simply had to gratify her intense sexual desires. Rummaging through the pantry she smiled naughtily to herself as her gaze settled on what she had been looking for. Reaching out, her hands grasped a medium-sized, dark green cucumber. Taking the vegetable to her mouth with her right hand she began to suck on its length, whilst her left hand glided down her stomach to resume its work on her watering hole. Lana returned to James' room, falling backwards onto the bed as if thrown by her love, all the while rolling her tongue around the cucumber as it passed slowly in and out from between her lips. Lana lowered the cucumber to her drenched cunt and pressed it against her entrance causing her heart to race. With one quick thrust she plunged the entire length of the vegetable into her pussy causing her to scream louder than ever before as her tight teenage hole strangled the intruder. Lana had the cucumber in both hands now, thrusting it in and out ferociously, causing her legs to turn to jelly as her whole body quivered from the imminent crescendo of an orgasm. Slamming the vegetable against her cervix she closed her legs, locking her make-shift dildo inside her. Lana bit her lip, trying to suppress another scream; her legs gave in before she could cry out. Her fingers dived down to her swollen clit and began furiously rubbing it. Her legs opened wide and with a final shuddering wave of pleasure she was enveloped by an all-consuming orgasm that caused her to scream louder still, her pussy gushing as she came hard; simultaneously, released from the her cunt's constrictive grip, the cucumber emerged, followed by a spurt of cum that soaked James' mattress. Still shaking from her intense orgasm, Lana's hand returned to her pussy, covering her fingers in her warm juices and desperately lapped them up with her tongue. She was breathing heavily now and collapsed on his bed, entirely spent. "Tomorrow," she whispered to herself smiling and then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in pools of her own cum

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Lana was in love. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She loved his sultry voice, his cheeky sense of humour, his broad shoulders and strong arms. Every day at school she sat at her desk staring desperately at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring and allow her back into his house...his room...his bed. Today was a little different from the other days Lana had been house sitting, because James was coming home. She was meant to hand over the keys and move back in with her mum and dad, but Lana had a different idea. The shrill ringing of the bell pierced the air, releasing the scheming teenager to set about putting her plan into action. When she got home, she rushed through their front door, sprinted up the stairs and flung herself onto James' bed. Lying on her back she removed her Blackberry from her bra where she was keeping it and rang her mum.

"Hi mum? Hi, I just got a text from James. He said the team mini-bus broke down and has been taken to a garage for repairs so they're staying in a hotel overnight, so I'll be house sitting again."

"Oh that's OK honey, I'll see you tomorrow after lunch then?" replied her unsuspecting mother. 

"Yeah sounds good mum, take care, bye." 

Lana hung up before her mum had a chance to reciprocate. She had only just replaced her phone in her bra when it vibrated: removing it she glanced at the screen and smiled to herself -- it was James.

"I'll be home in 45 minutes babe, just leave the key under the doormat if you want to go now and thanks again so much for looking after our place xx" 

She didn't have much time before he would be back so she darted into the bathroom to have a quick shower. In and out from under the hot water in less than 5 minutes, she stood before the mirror to brush her teeth and dry her hair. She wanted to look sexy for him and thought she had the perfect outfit in mind: white Abercrombie & Fitch shorts that only barely covered the gorgeous curvature of her hot, firm ass cheeks and a cute red crop-top that exposed her toned midriff. Lana didn't want to run back to her house to fetch her own perfume and, not wanting her mum to question her about her choice of clothes, so she decided to borrow some of James' cologne. She hoped he wouldn't mind.

Approximately 30 minutes passed as Lana waited in front of the TV before the doorbell rang. She popped to her feet faster than a champagne cork escaping from a bubbling bottle and rushed to the door. James was there. She ran her eyes up and down him, so focused that she evidently missed his slack-jaw expression as he stared at her body.

"It was nice of you to stay until I got back," he managed to say quickly. "I'm just gonna have a shower, but I could come over later and tell you about it if you want. We need to catch up, I've missed you."

Lana smiled to herself as he passed her on his way to the shower. She called up to him, "I'll leave the keys on the kitchen counter babe." Spotting the erection in James' pants was unnecessary encouragement; she had already decided today was the day when they would lock lips for the first time.

The hot water crashed down upon his back as he stood in the shower, head bowed, letting the heat rejuvenate his weary limbs. James reached for the bar of soap and turned it over in his wet hands before beginning to rub it into his body. The foamy slick covered him all over and, massaging his chest with one hand, he slid the other down to his balls and began to fondle them. Lana was on his mind; she was looking amazing and he wondered when, if ever, he would have a chance with her. The thunderous crash of the water and the steamy haze hanging about the shower meant that James neither heard the door to the bathroom slide open nor saw the girl walk towards him. Lana was just wearing a pair of tight white panties and matching bra as she padded lightly towards the shower door. James was facing the wall, still massaging his soapy balls, and remained oblivious to the approach of the sexy silhouette behind the frosty glass.

Lana took a deep breath. "I can't chicken out now," she thought to herself. Pausing for a moment, she opened the door. James turned around and there before his eyes stood Lana; his high school crush dressed only in white lingerie. To say he was pleasantly surprised would not have done justice to his feelings; no matter how much he fantasised about moments like these, when someone walks in on you showering there is still that immediate overriding sense of shock as you are unsure what to do, whether to cover yourself and turn away or stand there.

"What is she doing here? Am I dreaming?" he thought to himself. These thoughts raced through his mind in the split second that he first registered her presence, while at the same time his eyes soaked up the view; her ankles were slender with beautifully shaped and toned calves meeting perfectly sculpted thighs. Gulping, James' gaze flitted briefly over her panties before absorbing the sight of her narrow waist and toned tummy, atop which sat her two pert breasts lying hidden behind a white bra. Lana's blonde hair fell about her shoulders, framing the most gorgeous of faces, with soft lips, high slender cheekbones and arched eyebrows, below which were her beautiful blue eyes; portals to her soul.

James took in the whole view at once, appreciating how sun-kissed and toned her whole body was. She took a step towards him and he tried to say, "Lana what are you doing here?" but before he could finish saying her name she put a finger to his lips and proceeded to put her hands on his strong back, running them along its length to his firm ass cheeks. James' balls were on fire now, his cock growing by the second as the blood surged around his body. Their eyes met and they gazed deep within each other, and Lana said to him over the crash of the water which was now streaming down her body, "I love you". James put his hand behind her head, tilted his own and kissed her softly on the lips. He placed his other hand on her bum, which was covered by her soaking wet white panties. He appreciated the firmness and perfect curvature of her ass as he took it in turn to kiss her upper and lower lips. Lana moved closer to him, pressing her stomach against his erect cock, her breasts against his chest and her tongue deeper into his mouth. Their tongues danced with one another, as they explored each other's bodies with their hands. Moving her hands onto James' chest, Lana lowered her body to a crouch, gliding her hands down his stomach as she went; she was face to face with his engorged member.

Their eyes met once more through the steam as James looked down at her. His heart was racing, barely able to believe what was happening. James was feeling nervous and excited at the prospect of what he felt sure was imminent. Sure enough, without any encouragement Lana began to lick the cock she had fantasised about the night before, lapping at his throbbing head as she fondled his balls. This was the first time she had ever touched a boy's penis before, but she had a fair idea of what to do from videos she had seen at slumber parties with her girlfriends. Taking his cock in both hands she began pumping it gently and then faster until it was rock hard. Lana looked up at him, only to find that his head was thrown back as he groaned aloud, and so she plunged it into her mouth and began to slide up and down his 6 inch length. 




Learning Curve



The saliva in her mouth swirled around his pulsing dick, causing him to groan louder than before. Lana pushed her mouth all the way down like she had seen in the pornos making her gag. She withdrew, gasping for air before going down on him once more. She could feel his balls tighten in her hands but, inexperienced as she was, Lana didn't know what was about to happen. James' leg muscles tensed as he moaned loudly. Lana was still sucking when jet after jet of hot cum exploded in her mouth. The taste was alien to her but it drove her crazy with desire. Still stroking his collapsing cock, she got to her feet and looked at James who appeared to be embarrassed at having cum so soon. Lana didn't seem to care, opening her mouth to reveal all of his cum. She swallowed and opened wide again, showing her man what she had done, and then proceeded to kiss him passionately to make him taste his own juice. The water was beginning to cool, and Lana had had enough, she wanted him inside her; turning off the water she grabbed his arm and led him out of the shower.

Reaching behind herself Lana unclipped her soaking bra causing it to fall to the floor, unleashing her breasts in the centre of which her nipples stood to attention. Pressing her lips to his ear she purred "I need you." James took her in his strong arms and flung her onto the bed back first. He held her legs together and raised them above her head so that he could remove her panties and threw them to the ground, revealing her shaven cunt which was utterly drenched, although whether it was water or pussy juice he was unsure. James grasped the underside of her thighs and pushed them apart before descending upon her pussy; he was nervous but felt obliged to repay the favour. His finger began massaging her throbbing clit as his tongue darted from his mouth, only to be stopped in his tracks, Lana pushing his head away. He looked up at her somewhat puzzled and so she said in explanation "Lie down cutey." James rolled over onto his side, and Lana sat up, turned around and sat on his face before assuming the 69 position. As Lana set about reviving his deflated member, James began stroking her clit again and then began lapping at her pussy; now he was sure there was more than just shower water running from those lips. She clenched the sheets with her hands as her crush licked her out.

While she appreciated his gesture, her mind remained focused on being ploughed by his rock hard cock and so as soon as the blood had refilled the length of his dick, Lana stopped, swirling her tongue about his engorged head once before she sat up. She rolled off him and waited for James to get up before spreading her legs wide open exposing the gushing pink hole as a bulls eye for him to aim at. He took hold of her thighs and shuffled towards her on his knees before bringing his cock to her pussy lips, teasing her as he rubbed it up and down her entrance.

"Put it in me," she groaned, but James continued to tease, this time rubbing her ass hole.

"Please Jamesy, please," she whimpered. He gave Lana her wish, once again placing his cock up against her pussy before gently pressing forward. Her tight, soaking wet tunnel suffocated his cock as he plunged it in with a steady thrust; the feeling was incredible, pleasure far exceeding anything he had ever imagined he would experience. Lana's body writhed beneath him as she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming; for her it was everything she had dreamt about and more.

Their bodies slowly found a rhythm as Lana began grinding her hips against his penetrating thrusts, forcing him further inside her. James placed his hands on the bed on either side of her head and leaned forward to kiss her, still thrusting into her. She responded by throwing her arms around his back and pulling him closer in a tight embrace. It couldn't have been more than a couple minutes and he could feel the cum bubbling in his balls as he continued to plough her tight cunt, but fighting the urge to explode inside her he withdrew and lay down alongside. Lana sat up and went down on his cock, stroking the base with her hand, whilst circling the head with her tongue. When she had finished savouring the taste of her own juices that had coated his length, she took his cock in her hand and knelt over him with her pussy inches from his towering erection. Slowly Lana descended until she was sitting on top of James, his cock consumed entirely, and she began to fluidly undulate her hips, forcing him in and out of her provoking a drawn-out moan of pleasure from the man beneath her.

She rode him hard like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. After what seemed like an eternity to them both, she dismounted her stallion again she adopted the 69 position and resumed her work on his throbbing cock, while James teased her pussy with his tongue, coaxing more juice out from within. He was grasping her ass cheeks and, spreading them wider, began circling her asshole. Lana tensed briefly, somewhat taken aback, before relaxing again and allowing his searching tongue to probe her back door. He spat on her ass and manoeuvred his middle finger into her anus causing her to yelp. Undeterred, James began pushing his finger in and out increasingly fast before adding another finger, causing another yelp from his crush. He was really struggling to contain himself with his cock repeatedly losing itself in her throat and so he sat up as best he could and reaching underneath her to cup her breasts, he turned her over with his legs; she moaned approvingly.

Lana sat up and got on all fours, burying her head in his pillow and clenched the sheets in anticipation of what was to come as James got off the bed and stood against its edge. She presented her ass to him, holding it high, and coated with spittle, pussy juice and pre-cum, he latched onto her waist with his hands, touched his engorged penis to her ass hole and with a push he entered her. It was unimaginably tight; incomparable to his entrance into her pussy and he could feel her trying to squeeze the cum out of him. Lana loosed a scream of pain and pleasure through the pillow and she clenched the sheets harder, her finger nails digging into the fabric. James withdrew and entered again, deeper this time, producing a similar result. Again he withdrew and entered deeper, further with every push until his entire cock was buried in her ass hole. He began to increase the pace until the thrusts were ferocious, balls slapping against her pussy, causing her to lift her head and scream louder than ever, all the while bucking her hips to consume even more of his cock.

She had never experienced pleasure like this. James reached for her underside and began tickling her clit with greater and greater fervour until she moved a hand to clench her aching breasts and closed her eyes, screaming again as his dick slammed against her insides. He was getting close, and so was she, Lana was begging him for more as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her body.

"Please don't stop, please, it feels so good," she groaned. James' balls tightened and he yelled, as his cock exploded harder than before deep inside her ass, spewing load after load of hot cum in her. Lana screamed again as she climaxed violently, her own cum pouring out of her spasming body. Burying her head once more in James' pillow, she raised her ass in the air, meeting his hands with which he spread her cheeks wide to reveal globs of cum running from her ass hole. Slowly but surely Lana raised her head and, breathing hard, collapsed on the bed. James collapsed beside her. They turned to face each other and looked long into each other's eyes and they locked lips once more, kissing with renewed passion and energy. James broke off first, and spun his sweetheart over, pulling her towards him into the spooning position and pulled the covers over them . Lana drifted off into sleep in his arms.

Lana was woken the next morning by James' erect cock pressing against her ass. Snuggled in his arms she turned her head over her shoulder to find he was still asleep. Lana carefully wriggled free of his embrace and slid under the covers and positioned herself between his legs. She took his cock into her mouth and began sucking, taking it in turns to swirl her tongue about its head and descend along its entire length until she began to gag. James' leg moved as he began to stir. Lana continued, beginning to pump the base of his dick with her hand. James threw back the covers and saw her going down on him. He smiled and just threw his head back. He blew his load in her mouth, she sat up and opened wide to show him how much his little cutey had taken in, closed, swallowed and opened again to show him what a good girl she'd been. James kissed her on the forehead as he ran his hands through her hair, he loved her. Lana lay cuddled up to him with her head on his chest and fell back to sleep. James smiled to himself again: life wasn't so bad after all.



Learning Curve



The doorbell rang, the chime echoing through the empty house. It was nine pm on a Thursday night -- who would coming to the door? Alicia got up from the kitchen table and went to the door. She was surprised to see a friend of hers standing outside, practically bouncing up and down. 

"Hi Shelby," Alicia said, opening the door. "What brings you here."

"Oh thank god you're home," Shelby said. "I need help."

"Come on in, Alicia offered, opening the door wider. "I'm not busy."

Alicia led Shelby to the family room and dropped down on one end of the couch, motioning for Shelby to take a seat as well. 

"What's the problem?" Alicia asked, wondering what could be so important that Shelby would come rushing over this late at night. It wasn't as though they were especially close.

"Alright, Brian finally asked me out. He invited me to the movie's tomorrow night and then to his place for dinner," Shelby explained as she brushed her short blonde hair out of her eyes. 

"Hey, congrats," Alicia said. "It's about time he got the guts."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, but I'm worried."

"About what?" It seemed like a pretty straightforward date to her.

"The movie, whatever. But going back to his place?" Shelby widened her blue eyes as far they could go. "Like I don't know what that means."

"His parents won't be there?" Alicia asked.

Shelby shook her head. "He specifically mentioned we'd have the whole place to ourselves. He's totally going to try and hookup with me."

"Oh." Alicia suddenly felt out of her depth. "And? Do you want to?"

"I think so," Shelby said, "But I don't exactly...I've never done it before. I've never even kissed anyone before. What if I'm bad at it?"

Alicia laughed. "Shel, everyone's bad it at first."

"But this is my first date," Shelby said, pouting. "I don't want to screw it up."

"Hmmmm." Alicia pursed her lips, thinking. She remembered when she'd gone on her first date. What she'd really wanted was someone to-"

"Why don't we practice?" Alicia offered, but Shelby immediately recoiled.

"With you? I'm...flattered, but I don't swing that way."

Alicia laughed. "Neither do I, but I can show you what the lead up will be like and give you pointers on the rest so you're ready for tomorrow."

Shelby seemed to consider, then nodded slowly. "Alright. So how do we start?"

"Well, we'll start with this." Alicia leaned forward, picked up the remote and turned on the TV, muting it. "Now come sit here beside me. I'll be Brian, you be you."

"Ok." Shelby slid down the couch until she was sitting beside Alicia, their legs touching. 

"So the first thing is hand-holding."

"Hand holding?" Shelby repeated, her eyebrows rising.

"You've got to start small," Alicia insisted. "Every step counts."

"Ok, soooo?"

"So? Say you and Brian are watching TV after dinner. Take his hand. It shows confidence, and it's sweet without being too much."

"Ooh good point," Shelby said. 

"On the other hand, he might make the first move, in which case he might put his arm around your shoulders," Alicia explained, draping her own arm around Shelby. "This is a great position for him to make his move from."

"How so."

"Well," Alicia said, "His hand is not right by your boobs and he can easily pull you in for a kiss."

"Oh," Shelby said, looking at Alicia. She hadn't realized how close Alicia's face was. "How would that go?"

"I think something like this," Alicia said. And then the girl was pulling Shelby close as she bent forward. Shelby could feel Alicia's breath on her lips.

"And then he would kiss you," Alicia whispered, her lips barely brushing Shelby's. Alicia meant to pull back and start giving Shelby points on what happened next, but she couldn't focus. The temptation was just...too strong. 

Alicia leaned forward, and her lips met Shelby's, soft and gentle. Shelby didn't seem to know what to do, and Alicia kissed her again. So now she knew. Now she could stop. But she didn't want to. She kissed Shelby a little harder, trying to tease a response from her lips. 

Finally, Shelby kissed her back, tentatively moving her lips with Alicia's. As though it had a mind of its own, her tongue slid into the other girls' mouth. Alicia could feel something stirring in her stomach as she put her other hand on Shelby's hip. Almost automatically, Shelby brought her hand up to Alicia's waist. 

Rational thinking began to spin away as they kissed. It was something new, and it was exciting. The more they kissed, the more Alicia wanted to explore Shelby's body. It was getting harder and harder to remember that she was supposed to be teaching Shelby this stuff -- and not through demonstration.

"Then what?" Shelby asked, breathy as she kissed her way down Alicia's next. The girl was a natural. 

"Then, he might try to go further," Alicia said, gently pushing Shelby back on the couch. Shelby yielded, letting Alicia on top of her. Alicia kissed her again, but this time her hand slid up from where it was on Shelby's hip over her stomach and up to her breast. She felt Shelby start to protest, but Alicia rubbed her thumb over the most sensitive spot there, and the noise turned into a moan. Within seconds, Alicia could feel the nipple harden and her own body respond. 

Alicia kissed down Shelby's neck and murmured against the skin there, "No bra?" Again, before Shelby could respond, Alicia lowered her mouth over Shelby's other breast and sucked through the cotton of her shirt. Shelby moaned again, louder this time. 

Shelby's hand found the side of Alicia's breast while Alicia worked on Shelby, and after a few moment's fumbling, Shelby found Alicia's hard to the touch as well. When Shelby began to stroke them, it was Alicia's turn to moan. 

"It feels so good," Shelby panted, her hips softly grinding. "I...I...Oooooh."

Alicia kissed Shelby again, taking the other girl's moan into her mouth and used her hands to pull Shelby's strapless shirt down over her breasts before kneading them again. Moments later, Shelby began to reciprocate, her hands creeping under Alicia's shirt and bra. 

Moaning, Alicia kissed back down Shelby's neck to her breasts, this time sucking on the bare erect nipple. Her right hand now free, she dragged it down over Shelby's body, over her top and skirt, before ghosting one finger up the other girl's inner thigh. Shelby shivered in response but yelped when Alicia began to rub her hand over Shelby's lace panties.

"Alicia...I don't..." Shelby's protests disintegrated into moans when Alicia slipped her hand beneath the fabric and began massaging Shelby's clit.

"Oh god," Shelby gasped, her hips thrusting in time with Alicia's hand. "Oh, fuck me."

"Does it feel good?" Alicia murmured against Shelby's bare breast, and the other girl nodded again.

"Oh god, Alicia, it's so goooood."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please no," Shelby said. "It feels hot, it's so hot."

"Here." Alicia took one of Shelby's hand and guided it between her own legs. Without any further prompting, Shelby began to rub Alicia through her panties. Alicia could feel her panties getting soaked, but it only made it better.

"Oh god, Shelby," Alicia moaned her back arching. "I want you to touch me, please. Please, Oh," Alicia gasped as Shelby slid her hand beneath Alicia's panties. Alicia increased her speed and Shelby copied, both girls panting.

"Oh, god, Alicia!" Shelby nearly screamed. "Alicia, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Me, too," Alicia said, stroking Shelby's breast. "Oh god, oh, god!"

Both girls came in wave of heat, both gasping for air as Alicia fell back on the couch, totally limp. Beside her, Shelby was panting. This wasn't supposed to have happened. It just kind of did...

"Well," Alicia said, adjusting her top. "I think you're ready for your date."