0 comments/ 225315 views/ 18 favorites My Wife's Student By: gentle_man Ring! Ring! "Why is it that the phone rings just as I'm going out the door?" I thought, as I closed the door, put down my wife's school papers, and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I said as cheerfully as I could. "Hello? Mr. Riley? This is Lisa... Lisa Brown," said a small, shy voice. Lisa is one of my wife's former students. "Hello, Lisa!" I said. "How are you? How's everything in college?" "College is fine, Mr. Riley. And I, well, I guess I'm fine. Is your wife...I mean, Mrs. Riley...I mean, Rachael there?" "Rachael is at school now. Lisa, I really wish you'd call me Tony. You're a friend of the family now, not a little girl." "Okay, T-T-Tony. Could you have Mrs...I mean, Rachael, call me when she can. I'm at home for a while," said Lisa. "Of course, Lisa, I'll tell her to call you this evening. Okay?" "Thank you, Mr. Riley, I mean...ummm...Tony. Good-by." "Good-by, Lisa." I hung up the phone, picked up Rachael's papers, and went out the door before the phone could ring again. The papers were corrected tests that my wife had forgotten to take with her this morning. I was on my way to deliver them to her when the phone had called me back inside. I thought about Lisa as I drove. I remembered her as being very thin. One of those poor girls who just had no shape. She had straight brown hair, cut shoulder length. Her nose was a little too big, and her mouth a bit too small. The poor girl was flat-chested, which did not help her self-esteem, and narrow of waist and hips. I used to joke with Rachael that Lisa had to run around in the shower to get wet, but I never teased her, in fact I would always tell her what a pretty girl she was. To her credit, she did have the loveliest clear blue eyes, a quick wit, and a good sense of humor, once she became comfortable with you. She was one of Rachael's favorite students. Although she was shy, my wife saw a spark of creativity in her. Working with her for the two years Lisa was in her class, my wife was able to develop that creativity and she was able to get a full scholarship at the state university studying journalism, with an eye toward becoming a writer. When I arrived at the school, I buzzed through the front security door, signed in at the office, and then was allowed to take the papers down to my wife's classroom. From the hallway I was able to look into her room and watch Rachael teach. She had every student watching and listening with rapt attention. Rachael is a natural born teacher. She was a substitute teacher when we met, working on her teaching certificate. After we married, she earned her masters degree in English literature. In addition to the high school, she also teaches a course at the community college. In her "spare" time she is earning her Ph.D. There is no doubt that she is intelligent. She has even published several scholarly works, and is even now writing a novel, while she negotiates with a publisher. In addition to all this, she is very attractive. She is not super model beautiful, thank goodness, but her beauty is the kind that, although not immediately obvious, grows on you as you get to know her. She keeps her chestnut brown hair cut short, so that it frames her oval face. Her light blue eyes are so sharp they never miss what is going on in her classroom, and they can freeze a miscreant in his tracks with just a stern look. Rachael's thin lips are almost always curved in a smile, which, along with the twinkle in her eye, lifts the spirits of everyone who is lucky enough to be around her. My wife dresses very conservatively, even for an English teacher. Tweeds and mid-calf dresses in dark blues and earth tones are her normal school attire. She keeps her 36B breasts in what I teasingly call her "industrial strength" bra. Thankfully, her clothes completely hide her trim 26" waist and 35" hips. If the boys in her classes knew how great her body was, they would never be able to learn their lessons because they would be daydreaming all the time. I tapped lightly on the door and was rewarded with one of her loving smiles when she saw it was me. She opened the door and had me step into the room. She turned to her class and said, "Class, this is Mr. Riley, my husband. He has brought your corrected tests to me so you will all receive your grades today." "Hello, Mr. Riley," said the class in unison. "Hello class," I said. Rachael turned her back to the class and faced me. She smiled again and slowly slid her tongue out the side of her closed mouth until the pink tip showed then slid it back. This was a signal we use with each other to say, "Hi, sexy, I'm in the mood!" I handed her the papers, smiled, and gave her a quick wink to let her know I had received the message. Now I had something to look forward to all day. "Good-by Mrs. Riley, good-by class," I said as I turned and left the room. They responded with, "Good-by Mr. Riley." Rachael was back to teaching them before the door had closed behind me. As I drove to work, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have a woman like her as my wife. You see, there is a world of difference between Rachael's education and mine. I have only an associate's degree in building construction from the same community college my wife teaches at. Friends have asked how two people as different as we are got together. "Simple," we'll say, "We love to read." We met in a bookstore, hit it off right away, and spent the rest of the day discussing various books and authors. At the end of our second date, two days later, she asked, "Would you stay with me tonight?" We have been together every night since then, except for hospital stays. Let's see, I guess I should describe myself, since I am the main protagonist. My name is Tony Riley. I am 5'11 1/2" tall, weigh 178 lbs, wear a size large shirt to fit my 16" neck, and 34" waist jeans. I think of myself as normally proportioned. I still have all my hair, thank you very much, but it's turning gray at the temples. Rachael says I have buns to die for, but I think she's prejudiced. The size of my equipment is large enough to do all the things Rachael needs it to do, and that's all you need to know. I own my own small construction company, specializing in additions and renovations. I keep it small so I can continue to do construction work, which I love. It is hard, physical work, but it keeps me in good shape. I use a small accounting firm in town to do all the paper work, from payroll to taxes. My normal attire is work boots, blue jeans, and flannel shirt when it's cold outside, t-shirt when it's hot. Rachael is 39 years old, and I'm 41, and we've been married for 17 years. We are best friends and still prefer each other's company to that of anyone else. Sexually, we are a perfect match. Under her conservative clothes (and only with me) Rachael is a wild woman who loves sex. As do I. Even after 17 years, we're still hot for each other and make love at least five times a week, if it's a normal week. On one of our many "honeymoons" away, we will double that in three days. I am man enough to admit that I am totally in love with my wife. Although Rachael loves children, because of medical reasons, we never had any of our own. We were both tested and, as it turns out, neither of us have what it takes to be parents. Because of that, her students are her children. She loves her kids and will go out of her way to help them in any way she can, from tutoring them after school to writing glowing letters of recommendation to colleges. Rachael's work does not stop when she leaves school. Many nights she works two or three hours correcting assignments and writing or correcting tests. It seems only fair that I should do a reasonable amount of the housework. Rachael cooks, I clean up. My wife sat at the table as I was cleaning up, and we chatted about our day. I told her that Lisa had called. When I finished, I played a few games on the computer, surfed the Internet for a while, then took a shower and got ready for bed. As I lay in bed reading, I could hear Rachael talking on the phone. Shortly after that, Rachael took her shower and joined me in bed. We both read for a little while, and then I asked, "Did you call Lisa?" "Yes, I did. She asked me if I could have lunch with her on Saturday. I told her I was sure it would be okay. Is that alright with you?" "No problem," I said, "it will give me a chance to fix the back fence." Rachael put her book down and rolled over against me. She snuggled under my arm, her head on my shoulder and her hand resting on my chest, her fingers playing in the chest hair. "Lisa didn't say, but I got the impression there's something wrong. It's not like her to not just drop by here if she just wants to talk. She said it was complicated and she needs my advice." "She probably has a boyfriend and wants to know how to seduce him," I said. "Well, now," Rachael said, slowly sliding her hand down to my crotch, "I suppose I could give her advice about that." Her hand was now playing with my penis, slowly waking it up and bringing it to a state of readiness. I was ready for what was coming, so I dropped my book on the floor and put my reading glasses on the night table. After all these years, my Rachael knows how to play my body like a conductor uses an orchestra. First she got me hard with her hand while we kissed, then she kissed her way down my body. When she got to my nipples, she nipped on them lightly. When she reached my dick, she kissed and licked all over it, then started a slow sucking that brought me to a hot simmer. Not to the point of cumming, but only to the point where I was painfully hard and ready to cum. After about ten minutes of her heavenly sucking, Rachael moved up my body, grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. Sucking on me is a big turn-on for her and she's always good and wet by the time I'm ready. "Hhhmmm," she moaned as she slowly engulfed me. The first plunge was slow because she knows how much I enjoy the first feel of her wet, velvet insides surrounding my cock. She sat still on me for a few seconds, just squeezing me with her pussy and letting us savor the feeling. Shortly, she started riding me, raising up until I was barely inside her, then dropping down hard, mashing our pubic bones together. I let her set the pace by holding myself still so she could pleasure herself on me. After a few minutes, when she was no longer slamming down on me but was riding me in a smooth forward and back motion building up to her climax, I put my hands to use and started squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing her sides, and caressing her thighs. My own climax was building inside, the pleasure/pain of need inside my crotch. Without conscious thought, I started moving to meet her, arching up into my wife as she came down on me. I didn't want to cum before Rachael did, so I started to give her more stimulation by leaning up and sucking on her nipples, then licking all over her tits, especially the sensitive undersides. Her nipples were hard when I nibbled on them. She moaned and put her hand behind my head and pulled my face against her tits even harder. I stopped sucking and started to lick and kiss my way up to her neck. Rachael is very sensitive on the side of her neck. She shuddered as I gently caressed her there with my lips, and increased her pelvic grinding on my cock. "Oh Tony, oh Tony. Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeaaaah!!!" Watching my wife - my love - orgasm is the most beautiful thing I ever see. Her head tips back, her mouth opens in an "O" of pleasure, her eyes close half way, and a blush spreads across her cheeks and chest. Her whole body becomes tense as she shivers in pleasure. I grabbed her hips and ground my penis into her as hard as I could when I saw her hit her peak. "Uuuuunnhhhh," she groaned and collapsed onto my chest. I gave her a few seconds to regain control, and then I rolled her over until I was on top and started slamming into her again. I knew this would make her cum again, as well as release my own flood. It worked. "Aaaaahhhhh," I roared into the air. "CUM, MY LOVE! OH YES!" Rachael screamed, as she came again. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my lips to hers. Her lips were soft and sweet and passionate. Our tongues were two lovers dancing together. Our kiss lingered as our hearts slowed to a normal level. I love holding Rachael during the after-glow. We lay on our sides as my dick slowly softened. She tucked her head under my chin and leaned against my side. Her ragged breath tickled the hair on my chest. Her arms still held me close, just as mine were still wrapped around her. Normally, we will fall asleep in this position. Tonight though, just before we slid into sleep, Rachael whispered into my ear, "Don't let that hussy over the back fence get her hands on you while you're out there. I'm sure she'd just love to get you into her bed." "Don't worry, my love," I said, "you're the only woman in this world for me. I don't want any other woman." With that, we drifted off to sleep. The next day was Friday and it passed normally, except Rachael had a bad headache that night, so instead of making love, I gently massaged her head until she fell asleep, which is also making love, in a way. Saturday dawned warm and clear, a perfect day for yard work. I made the coffee after my morning run, then got out the tools I would need to clean up the yard and fix the fence. Rachael had a committee meeting at school at 9 AM, then lunch with Lisa, so she was gone by 8:45. Two and a half hours of work, including several beer breaks, had the yard in ship shape, so I was ready to tackle the back fence. I had discovered several weeks before that one of the fence posts was wobbly, and investigation showed that it was rotted and it needed to be replaced. By this time it was getting warm, so I had stripped off my shirt was now only dressed in shorts, leather gloves, and work boots. I had two sections of fence removed and placed to one side and was digging the new post hole when Susan, the "hussy over the back fence," came outside. Susan is a gossipmongers dream. A mature woman in her early forties, she has the body of a well constructed, meant for pleasure woman who knows how to use it; large, natural breasts, slim waist, and smooth round hips that taper into legs most any man would want wrapped around him. The story was she used that body to good advantage, enjoying men anytime she wished, sometimes in multiples. Her husband, Tom, is an airline pilot who, it's said, has no problem with her activities and even encourages her. "Hi Tony. What're you doing?" Susan asked. "Fixing the fence," I said, then looked up. Hopefully she didn't see my eyes bug out. Susan was wearing a very skimpy string bikini. "Do you mind if I work on my tan?" she asked. "Um. No, of course not! What man wouldn't want a beautiful woman in a bikini around?" I said as I looked back down at what I was doing. I couldn't believe I'd said that. "My goodness, aren't you the flatterer!" Susan said, as she stretched out on a lounge chair in the sun and started covering herself with coconut suntan oil. The smell of warm coconut oil is intoxicating to me and I watched as she erotically rubbed it into her skin, starting with her shoulders and moving downward. By the time she reached her thighs I couldn't stand it any more and I moved to the other side of the posthole and dug facing away from her. Unfortunately, I could still smell the coconut oil and I could hear her moving on the lounge. I had a prickly feeling on the back of my neck like I could feel her looking at me. I finished digging the hole, placed the new fence post, filled the hole with dirt, and tamped it down, never facing Susan for very long. I remounted the two fence sections from outside the fence, again so I wouldn't be facing her, and was just putting the tools over the fence ready to go clean up when Susan called to me. "Tony, dear, would you do me a favor?" "Damn!" I thought, but I turned toward her and said, "Sure, what can I do for you?" "Come here, please. Would you put some of this oil on my back?" Susan said, rolling over onto her stomach. Naturally, the bikini bottom was a thong. "Um, yeah, sure, okay," I said. Susan handed me the coconut oil and stretched out like a cat. I poured some onto my hands and bent over and started applying it to her shoulders. I put some on her back, skipping over the bikini strap to put some on her lower back. Then I stopped. "You missed a spot," Susan said, reaching behind her, untying the top and letting her ample tits spill out the sides. "I don't want a tan line, now do I?" "Uhh, umm. No, certainly not," I said and rubbed some more into her back. Here," she said, moving slightly to the side, "sit down. Don't forget my legs, Tony." I sat down. I didn't need this. My dick was hard and throbbing in my shorts, but I am a gentleman and put the oil on her legs, then her soft, tender ass cheeks when she looked back at me pointedly. I thought I might have a heart attack from rubbing her derrière. I thought I was done, so I put the bottle down and started to stand back up. "Oh, Tony, do my sides too, please." Reluctantly, I put some more oil on my hand and rubbed it into the side closest to me, from her narrow waist to the side of her bulging breast. I then put some more oil on my hand and, keeping one arm on the closer side, I reached across her body and rubbed it onto her other side, from waist to tit. That was my mistake. "That feels so good, Tony! There's only one more thing I want you to do," Susan said, as she quickly rolled over, grabbed my oily hand, and pressed it to her bare tit, "come inside with me and give me that hard cock of yours!" With her other hand she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into one hell of a hot, lustful kiss. Without thinking, I put my other hand on her other tit. Without thinking, I squeezed both of them. They were the two biggest, softest, double handful of tits I had ever held. This encouraged her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Without thinking, my tongue played tag with hers. Her mouth tasted as sweet as honey, and this was one of the most passionate kisses I had ever received from a woman. Except, of course, from Rachael. Rachael! I pushed away from Susan and said, "No! Thank you, it's a very tempting offer, but I love my wife and I don't want to cheat on her." My hands were still on her tits. She grabbed them and held them there. "Come on, Tony! I won't tell your wife. I know you want to, your hands are squeezing me and you cock is tearing a hole in your shorts. Come inside and fuck me. She'll never know." "Maybe not, but I'll know," I said. With reluctance I stood up, letting my hands slide off Susan's breasts. My dick was indeed making a tent out of the front of my shorts. Susan looked straight at my crotch, and then into my eyes and slowly, wantonly, licked her lips. "You won't regret it, I promise," she said with a low purr. "I'm sure you're right," I said as I backed up. I turned and walked back to the fence. My hands still tingled from feeling her hard nipples pressing into my palms, my eyes could still see her soft, pendulous breasts, and my cock was still rock hard. Half way to my yard, my eyes, hands, and penis staged a rebellion and took over from my brain, temporarily. I turned back to look at Susan. She was sitting up straight, tits thrust out, and a surprised but sexy look on her face. She looked so good, the rebels were stunned into inaction and my brain regained control. I gave her a half smile, shook my head, turned, grabbed the rest of my tools, and escaped into the house. Once behind a closed door, I stopped to regain control. I was so turned on I was trembling. I took several deep breaths to settle down. On one hand I had just been offered a fuck like few men are ever offered, on the other hand I had undoubtedly just saved my marriage. Relief and frustration warred within me. My Wife's Student One thing was abundantly clear. I was hornier than a teenage boy in an all girl nudist camp! I fell back on the age-old prescription - the cold shower. It didn't work. Actually, I didn't take a really cold shower. It was more like a tepid shower. I got clean, but didn't loose my erection. It was, in fact, harder than ever! I refused to take matters into my own hand, so to speak, because I wasn't going to masturbate with Susan on my mind. It would only make me want her. Fortunately, another way presented itself to me. Rachael came home. Her timing could not have been better. I had just finished drying off, my penis still painfully hard, when I heard Rachael come home. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went out into the hallway and called down to her, "Honey, are you alone?" "Yes," she replied. "Would you come here, please, I need something." I went back into the bedroom, unwrapped the towel, but held it in front of me. Rachael came into the room. "What do you n...Whoa! Hey, what got into you?" I had dropped the towel as soon as she came through the door. "Need woman! NOW!" I said in a Tarzan voice. I swept her up into my arms, made a few grunting sounds, a few manly growls, and dropped her on the bed. I flipped her dress up around her waist, then grabbed her panty hose and panties, and pulled them down. Rachael was bug-eyed with surprise, but she didn't try to resist, and helped by lifting her hips up so I could slide them off her legs. "Ruff," I barked, "man need to eat pussy!" I put my face against her cunt and gave her a long, wet lick. "Hhuuummm! Good!" I lifted her legs up at the knees, wide open and settled in to some serious pussy licking. My wife loves to be taken. "Oh yes! Uuummm! Ooohhh! Eat me, big boy! Oh yes! Ummm ummmm." She was bucking her hips up to meet my oral attack, and quickly became swollen and ready. I stopped my lingual action before she climaxed, but not a lot before. I moved up her body, fell on top of her and rammed my dick into her wet and ready opening. I slid in like a hot knife into soft butter. I can't be positive, but I think she came as soon as the base of my dick hit her clit. "YES!" she screamed. I pulled back and rammed in again. "YES!" Again. "YES!" I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to cum. I started slamming as hard and as fast as I could, baring my teeth and growling deep in my chest. An electric tingling was moving up my cock and I could only hope she would cum when I did. Two, three, four times I shot into her as two, three, four times I slammed into her and then held myself tight against her. "AAAARRRRRHHHH!" I screamed in relief. "OOOOOHHHH!" Rachael screamed in response. I dropped down beside her, panting from the exertion. Rachael was panting also, but she rolled over toward me and kissed me hard, then rested her head on my shoulder. When our pulses and respiration returned to normal, Rachael looked at me and said, "So! What brought that on?" "Just my natural desire for you, my love," I said with a smile. Rachael knows when I'm prevaricating. She raised herself up on one elbow and, looking me in the eye, said, "What - Brought - That - On!" It was no longer a question. So I told her. I told her about the fence, about the bikini, about facing away, about the oil, about the hands on the tits, about the kiss, about the hard-on, and about walking away. I told her everything, start to finish, including the shower. Rachael's face showed curiosity, surprise, anger, and wonder. Pretty much in that order. When I was finished she just looked at me for a minute. Finally she said, "She held your hand against her breast and kissed you?" "Yep!" I said. "Almost singed my eyebrows off." Rachael said, "She told you she wanted to have sex with you?" "Yep!" I said. "She made that point very clear." Rachael said, "You said no and walked away?" "Yep!" I said. "It was hard...ha ha...that too, but that's what I did." Rachael said, "Most men wouldn't have walked away." "Yep!" I said. "Most men don't have you for a wife." That earned me a nice, sweet kiss. Rachael then stood up and shed the rest of her clothes and rejoined me on the bed. We spent the rest of the afternoon making love. Hunger forced us out of bed and we dined on cheese, fruit and wine while we sat outside watching the sunset. "So," I said when we finished, "what's up with Lisa?" Rachael was quiet for a minute. Then she said, "Lisa is not well. She has a tumor that will probably kill her if she doesn't have an operation. The dreadful thing is, the operation is only successful half the time, and so it might kill her too. Understandably, she is depressed. She's been told that being depressed lowers her chances. Now the Doctors tell her she should try to do some of the things she's only dreamt about. That's mostly what we talked about, the things she wants to do before she dies. In a way, what you said the other night was correct, she wants to have sex before the operation. She's still a virgin, and she doesn't know anyone she would like to do the deed with." "In the whole university, there's not one boy she would like to give herself to?" "That's the problem, she doesn't want a boy, she wants a man. She wants to be with someone who knows what they're doing. I guess you could say she wants to learn what the fuss is all about with someone who knows what he's doing. She asked me if I knew anyone, I told her I would ask you." "Whew! I don't know anyone. None of my crew would be okay, they're either too old or too married. I know," I said jokingly, "why don't you ask Susan! I bet she knows someone who could do it." "Yeah, right!" said Rachael, "she'd probably recommend you! Even though she doesn't know what a great lover you are." We sat in silence for a while, thinking, enjoying the evening, and the quiet. After about ten minutes Rachael said, "You know, Tony, I think Susan would be right." "She would be right about what?" I said. "You would be the best man to do this." I waited for her to start laughing. I kept waiting. She didn't laugh. Finally I said, "You're supposed to laugh when you tell a joke like that." "I'm not joking. You are exactly the kind of man Lisa wants and needs. You are a gentle and careful lover. You can be strong and forceful. You could make love bareback and not worry about getting her pregnant. And I know," she said with a purr in her voice, "you are thorough, and you know what you're doing." "Lucky thing I'm married to you." "Well, Lisa's a sweet kid, I might be willing to share." I couldn't believe my ears. It had to be a test, or a joke. I turned to Rachael and said, "No." "Why not?" she said surprised. "For a lot of reasons," I said, counting them off on my fingers, "I don't want to be unfaithful to you. I love you. Having sex with a virgin is not all that much fun, for either party. I would feel guilty. I don't think you mean it. If I wanted to have sex with someone else, I would just go over to our neighbor." "Look," Rachael said, as she started to nullify my arguments, "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't mean it. I don't doubt your love. There would be no reason to feel guilty if I want you to do it. You wouldn't be being unfaithful for the same reason. It's not that I want you to do it, you're doing a favor for me and someone we both care about. I don't expect it to be "fun" for you, I expect you to make it fun for her. "Finally, I can't stop you from going with little miss hot pants next door, but that would be your decision to cheat, NOT something I would agree with! Oh, and in the arms of a good lover, which you are, the first time can be very enjoyable, the pain does not last, but the pleasure does." Being married to an intelligent woman can sometimes be frustrating. I desperately tried to think of a good reason to decline. Then I saw a way. "Okay," I said, "I understand. Just one more thing. This is my dick and I'm not going to use it to break the hymen of our dear little virgin friend, causing her pain, just so she can know what it feels like to have one in her before she dies." "Is that your final argument? Are you saying you would do it if her hymen was not intact?" "That's right," I said. "I'm not going to make her bleed with my dick. I would do it if it wasn't for that." I knew I had her in a Catch-22. If Lisa's hymen was broken, she wouldn't be a virgin, and if it wasn't broken, I made it clear I wouldn't be the one to do so. I felt safe. My logic, at least to me, was unbreakable. "Okay then," said Rachael, "I'll hold you to your word." I had the uncomfortable feeling my clever wife had found a flaw in my logic. I was right. As I was cleaning up after supper on the next Wednesday night, Rachael said, "Lisa is going to have the operation on Monday morning. She's coming here for dinner on Saturday evening. After dinner you are going to take her to the Hilton hotel room I have reserved for you, and you will give her a night of pleasure the like of which she will not experience again until she goes on a honeymoon many years from now." I couldn't believe my ears. "What about...?" "Oh, she's still a virgin," Rachael said, "but there's no longer an intact hymen in the way. I took her to my gynecologist today and after applying a little topical anesthetic, she snipped the offending membrane out of the way. You can now fulfill Lisa's wish without the worry of hurting her." "I guess I have no choice now," I said. "What are you going to be doing while I'm on this mission of mercy? I don't want you to think you can do the same thing." "I have over a hundred book reports to read and grade, and frankly, I'll be glad for the peace and quiet. Don't worry, Tony," she said, touching my cheek and looking softly into my eyes, "I don't think you're cheating on me and I'm not going to use it as an excuse to have sex with another man. I won't think of it any differently than if you took her to Disney World. You're doing a nice thing for a very sick girl." "Fine," I said, "but I want you to know I'm still doing this under protest and I don't plan on enjoying myself!" Rachael just stared at me for a few moments with a small smile on her face. "Bull shit!" she said. "You're going to enjoy teaching a scared girl how to be a woman, just like any man would. Just don't get used to doing it." With a wink and a slap on my butt, she went back to her school work. I never could fool Rachael. I finished cleaning up and said, "I'm going up to bed and read for a while." "I'll be up shortly," Rachael said. "Keep your motor running. I want to use your engine tonight!" She fucked me to exhaustion that night like a woman possessed. She did the same thing on Thursday night and Friday night. As we lay in each other's arms in our post orgasmic haze, I said, "Are you trying to kill me before tomorrow night?" Rachael laughed musically. "No, it's just that you perform better when you're not horny." "You're all heart," I said and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. We tried to make Saturday a normal day. Rachael did some house cleaning while I puttered around in the yard, being careful to stay on my own side of the fence. After lunch I did some cleanup in the garage. Time seems to pass quicker when you're busy, so I was surprised at 5:30 when Rachael told me to clean up while she went to get Lisa. I was showered, dressed, and setting the table for supper when Rachael came home with a very nervous looking Lisa. I greeted her as I always did, with a hug. Lisa hesitantly hugged me back. "You look just a pretty as ever, Lisa," I lied. "Th-Thank you," Lisa said, looking down shyly at the floor. I gave Rachael a look that said, "This is not going to be easy." Rachael just smiled. Lisa never did blossom from being an ugly duckling to being a beautiful swan. It would be unfair to say she was ugly. Plain is a more accurate description. Her hair was several inches longer than it had been, and it was now softly waved rather than straight. She had gained maybe ten pounds so that she no longer looked emaciated, just thin. Her hips had filled out a little, enough to tell she had a waist, and her chest now sported two small but distinct breasts. She wore no make-up or jewelry. She wore a red t-shirt and blue jeans and sneakers. I knew she was twenty-one years old, but she still looked like a scared little girl. "Well, let's eat," said Rachael. Rachael had prepared a light supper of salad and soup. Lisa barely touched her food. Rachael managed to keep a conversation going, just as if we were a nice little family. Finally Rachael said, "I think it's time for you two to go." Lisa got a frightened look on her face, so I said, "No. I want to talk to Lisa alone first." To Lisa I said, "Come with me." I lead Lisa into the living room and had her sit down. She sat with her back straight, her knees together, her hands clasped on her lap, and looking down at her legs. I sat on the hassock in front of her. "Look at me, Lisa." I reached out and took her hands in mine. She kept her hands tightly clasped, but she did look up at me hesitantly. "Is this what you want? Do you want to go with me to the hotel? Do you want to spend the night with me?" Lisa nodded her head slightly. "Tell me," I said. Lisa drew a ragged breath. "I want to go with you. I want to spend the night with you, Tony. I want to have sex with you. I want to know what it's like because I might die on Monday during the operation." Tears were starting to trickle down her cheeks. "It's okay, Lisa. It's okay," I said. "I just had to hear you say it so I could be sure. Are you ready to go?" "Yes," said Lisa. I lead her back into the kitchen to say good-by to Rachael. Rachael gave Lisa a hug and whispered something in her ear. She then hugged me and whispered, "Give her your best, my darling. And don't leave until check out time." She gave me the key card to the room and the room number. Then she pushed us both out the door. Lisa was silent on the drive to the Hilton. They have an underground parking garage and an elevator to our floor from the garage, so we were able to go to the room without being seen. I carried our two small overnight bags while Lisa walked behind me. When we entered the room, I could feel Lisa's nervousness increase. As I checked out the room, Lisa just stood by the door, looking around furtively. She was still there when I came out of the bathroom. I walked over to her, took her hand in mine, and lead her over to the wing-back chair and sat her down. "Lisa," I said, "you can change your mind. I can take you home, or we can just sleep. Don't force yourself to do something you don't want to do." Lisa looked at me. "You seem to want to talk me out of it," she said, her chin quivering. "Am I too ugly for you to want to do it to me? I know I'm not as pretty as Mrs...uh, I mean, Rachael. She's beautiful." Boy, did I feel like a heel. "Look at me Lisa. You're a very pretty girl," I said, meaning it this time, "and I'm honored to be the first man to make love to you, if it's what you really want." That earned me a small smile. "It is what I want." "Tell me what you've done with boys before. Has a boy ever touched your breasts?" "No." "You've been kissed, haven't you?" "No." "Held hands?" "No." "Talked to a boy?" I was getting desperate. "Well, yeah. But I'm always so nervous the boys never ask me out." I found it hard to believe. Twenty-one years old and never been kissed. I was starting to understand her a little more. "Stand up," I said. "Come here for your first kiss." Lisa is about six inches shorter than I am, so I leaned down and moved my face toward hers. Her eyes got wider as I got closer, then she lunged forward and pecked me on the lips. I backed off, surprised, then leaned forward again. She quickly pecked my lips again. "That is not a kiss, Lisa," I said. "Hold still." I cupped her face in my hands, puckered up, leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. I held it for five seconds, and then leaned back. She stayed where she was, head tilted up, eyes closed, and lips puckered. "She seems to like it," I thought, then kissed her again, longer this time. Her lips were soft and sweet, and she started to kiss me back. When I broke the kiss a minute later, she sagged into me. I held her by her shoulders until she opened her eyes. "That was better than I thought it would be," she breathed, looking starry eyed. "Can we do it again?" "Let's do it a little better," I said as I put my arms around her waist. "Put your arms around my neck. Good. Tilt your head a little more. Lick your lips." We kissed. For a girl who had never been kissed, she learned fast, and she was soon kissing me back. I pushed my tongue against her lips and into her mouth. She let out a little squeak, then opened her mouth and let her tongue dance with mine. Her eyes were glazed when we came up for air. "Wow," she said, "Is it hot in here?" "I turned up the heat so we would be comfortable." I looked steadily into her eyes as I moved my hands to her waist. Deftly I slipped my hands under her t-shirt and slid my hands up her sides, lifting the shirt as I went. Her eyes grew wide and she stiffened when my hands touched the skin of her sides. My hands rose until they were under her arms. "Raise you arms, Lisa," I said. Hesitatingly, but never looking away from my eyes, she raised her arms until they were pointing straight up. I pulled her shirt up and off her arms, and then tossed it on the floor. I lowered my hands to her sides and said, "You can lower your arms now." She lowered her hands to her chest and covered her breasts, what there were of them. "Let me see," I said. Lisa hesitated for just a second and then lowered her hands. She wasn't wearing a bra, but then again, she didn't need one. I looked at her small breasts. A training bra would have given adequate support. Her tits were about the size of two small dinner rolls with small brown nipples in the center. She was so thin I could count her ribs. I knew she was looking at me with a worried look on her face, so I smiled like her tits were the most perfect I had ever seen and said, "Absolutely beautiful!" "Really?" she said, smiling slightly. "Yes, really." I slid my hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs, and lifted them like they were heavy. "Ooooh," she moaned, "that feels ... Oh!" I pinched and pulled on her hard nipples, not too much, just enough to let her feel it. "Oh my god!" Lisa breathed. "Oh Mr. Riley. Er...Tooo...Oh! Oh! Ony!" She sucked in her breath and tipped her head back. I moved in and kissed her as I caressed her chest. Her knees gave way and I had to grab her to keep her from falling. "That feels really good," Lisa said. "We've only begun," I said. "It gets a whole lot better." Taking her by the hand, I lead her back to the chair. I sat down and had her sit across my lap and then lean against my chest. I kissed her some more. When she put her hands behind my head, I slid my hand onto her chest and played with her tits. Eventually, she nestled her head into the crook of my neck and arched her back so I could caress both breasts. When she started to wiggle on my lap and make mewling sounds, I felt it was time to move on. Besides, I was starting to get an erection. "Lisa?" I said. "Would you like to do more?" Very slightly, she nodded her head. I stayed seated and said, "Okay, stand up. Face me. I think you better kick off your shoes. Now hold still." I unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. I pulled on the sides and her pants slid off her hips and dropped to her ankles. One hand held her steady as she stepped out of them, then I helped her remove her socks. All she was wearing were white, cotton panties, regular high cut. My Wife's Student Her eyes were flitting nervously around the room when I looked up at her. "Look at me, Lisa," I said. I pinched the waistband of her panties on each side, "Are you ready?" Never before had I seen anyone look so frightened, but she bravely nodded her head. She made a quiet squeak as I pulled her panties down and off. Her pubic hair was untamed and untrimmed. There was hardly any roundness to her hips. Lisa's legs were skinny, but strong looking. When I looked at her face, I could see she was blushing bright pink. I stood up and smiled my most knowing smile and said, "Oh, Lisa, you are so sexy looking. I'm so glad you're letting me do this!" Her pink blush turned into a hot red blush, extending from her cheeks down to her shoulders. "M-M-Me t-t-too," she stammered. "It's time for you to undress me." Lisa gulped and with trembling hands unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off me. I kicked off my shoes as she fumbled opened my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and pulled down my zipper. "Keep going," I said. Lisa tugged on my pants and they fell to the floor. She knelt down and pulled them off my legs as I stepped out of them. I pulled my socks off. I was only starting to be erect, so there was only a slight bulge in front of my boxers. "Keep going," I said. Lisa pulled my boxers down until they could fall on their own. Her eyes got wide when my penis came into view. "It's so BIG!" "Bless you, child," I said. "May you always believe that. I have a surprise for you, it gets bigger." "How will it ever fit?" "You'll see. It will fit just fine. Now stand up." Pressing our bodies together, I kissed her again. I got harder, as any man would when he hugged a naked woman. Then I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I knelt on the edge of the bed, placed her in the center, and stretched out beside her. She lay there stiff as a board, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Her breasts had flattened out and could hardly be seen, only her nipples stuck up. I put my hand on her chest and gently rubbed. "Relax," I said. "Let yourself go and enjoy the feeling. Let your body react to my touch. Listen to your body, trust it." I circled one nipple, then the other, with the tips if my fingers, using a firm, but not hard, pressure. After rubbing and then pinching them, I let my hand drift down to her nether region. Her pubic hair felt course as I ran my fingers through it. My hand continued down and rubbed her thighs. When I had gone as far as I could reach I laid my hand flat and stroked back up to her chest. The whole time I murmured to her to relax and enjoy the feeling. I knew she was starting to relax when she closed her eyes. I did it again, running my hand down one side of her body and back the other way. Sometimes clock-wise, sometimes counter-clockwise. When my fingers touched her thighs, I let them gently caress her lips. Her breathing was getting shallower and she let her legs open a little. I put my other hand behind her head and kissed her again. Lisa rolled toward me and put her hand on my shoulder. I took that as a good sign. I moved my leg so it was between her legs while I kissed around her face and neck, and then down to her nipples. She pushed her chest towards my sucking lips and bent one leg, giving me better access to her vagina, which was starting to get wet. Patiently I continued to kiss and rub and suck and lick. Before too long she started to moan softly as she reacted to my caresses. Her legs opened wider to give me even better access. I started to work a finger into her slowly, a fraction at a time, letting her get used to having something in her. I made sure my finger was well lubricated with her secretions. When it was fully embedded inside her, I slid it in and out as a preview to what was coming. Her breathing got more and more ragged as her hips started to thrust up at my finger. I pulled my finger out and rubbed her clitoris, flicking over that hard little button. I flattened my hand and rubbed her whole vaginal area, and then slid my finger back in, fucking her with it in a deep, slow motion. She liked it - A LOT! Lisa gripped my shoulder hard and pulled me toward her. I took this as a sign that she wanted to go to the next level. Supporting my weight on one straight arm, I moved on top of her. My finger slid out of her and I grabbed my penis and touched the head to her virginal opening. I moved forward slightly until the head was just at her folds and moved it around, gathering her moisture. She let out a little whimper, whether of fear or excitement, I wasn't sure. I lined up the head of my dick with her opening, and then moved my hand to cup her cheek. "Lisa," I said, "are you ready?" She slowly nodded her head and softly whispered "Yes." I slid into her gently but firmly, all the way to the root. She was tight, of course, because she had never been invaded before, but not so tight that it was difficult to slide in, and suprisingly enough, not much tighter than Rachael. Lisa gasped, arched her back, grimaced, and dug her fingers into my shoulders. I knew she was not in pain because she did not cry out. I held the position, giving her time to become adjusted. Slowly she relaxed, easing her grip on my shoulders and finally opening her eyes. I couldn't tell what was going through her mind. Pleasure? Discomfort? I smiled down at her. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "I thought it would hurt, but it doesn't. It feels so big!" My ego could definitely get used to this. "You're a woman now, Lisa. I will hold still until you're ready, try moving, see what it feels like. Let your body do what it wants to do." She closed her eyes again and just lay still for a while. After a short time she started to move her hips. At first she tried moving side to side, then a rocking motion, as if she were doing a hula. Finally she rocked her hips forward pushing me slightly deeper. This must have been the right thing to do because her eyes got wide and she let out a sharp "OH!" That was the cue I was waiting for, so I started to slide out, then in, slowly, only a few inches at a time. Lisa held still as I did this, eyes still closed, and breathing in gasps. Soon her body took over and she started rocking her hips in time to my motions. I lengthened my strokes. She opened her legs wider, then wider still. She gripped my shoulders hard again and arched her back. She was about to have her first climax, soft sounds were coming from her, "oh - oh - oh my - oh my - ah - ah - ah - AH!" I was incredibly close to cumming myself, when Lisa surprised me and pushed me over the edge by slamming herself against me and letting out an ear splitting scream, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" My dick shot my sterile seed into her hard, five, six times, coating her insides and mixing with her juices. I was no longer joined to a girl, I was now in a woman. Something deep within her had awakened and she was now rocking her hips into me fast and hard. I knew I would be able to maintain my erection for several more minutes, so I matched her thrust for thrust. She let go of my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my body, pulling us together. At the same time, she encircled my hips with her legs, trying to pull me deeper and deeper with every stroke. She kissed me. Let me say that again. SHE kissed ME, hard, savagely, passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth and holding my head as she did. We continued like this for several minutes, until I started getting soft and exhaustion claimed her. I rolled us over onto our sides. A blissful smile adorned her face and a rosy pink glow shown on her cheeks. Tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped off her nose. When she opened her eyes, they sparkled with tears, but they also shined with joy. "Oh. Tony. That was...I didn't expect...I mean...that was unbelievable! Rachael is so lucky. My ears are ringing and I feel...wonderful! I don't know what to say except - thank you." All I could do was smile, bemused. Lisa was suddenly a chatter box, smiling and animated. She even put her hand against my face - she had never spontaneously reached out and touched me before. "You're welcome, Lisa," I said. "I'll let you in on a little secret - I enjoyed it too, a lot! You are a very good lover and I'm sure the boys will be beating a path to your door when you get back to college." "Oh no, Tony, I'm not going to date any boys when I get back to school," Lisa said with a grin, "I'm only going out with men. Although maybe ones a little closer to my age." I leaned over and kissed her eyes, then her nose, and a long, lingering kiss on her mouth. "You know, Rachael told me not to leave here until checkout time tomorrow. We can do it again, if you'd like." Lisa's eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise. "Really?" She squealed and threw her arms around me. With her voice muffled from my neck, she said, "When?" "Shortly," I said. "Let's get cleaned up first and maybe get something to eat, then we'll see." I rolled off the bed, turned and scooped Lisa into my arms. On the way into the bathroom, Lisa said, "Eat? Who wants to eat when you can do this?" I knew I was in for a long night. In the shower I washed her carefully and thoroughly. She washed me, including my penis when I insisted. After we had rinsed off, I nibbled my way down her body and gave her sex a long, lingering lick. She cried out and grabbed my head. "Let's go back to bed," I said. Out of the shower and dried off, Lisa ran into the bedroom. I took my time, knowing anticipation is part of the fun. She was practically bouncing on the bed with eagerness. She grabbed my hand and said, "Do that tongue thing again." "Gladly," I said, pushing her down on the pillows. I started playing with her nether lips while I kissed my way down her body. I stopped at her breasts, kissing and nibbling the little buds until my lips and fingers were causing her to writhe on the bed. I kissed my way down to her flower and laid down between her legs, which she had thrown open for me. I gave her everything I had. I licked all around the area, and kissed everywhere too. I softly licked her lips, then thrust my tongue into her hole and lapped up her juices. I rolled my tongue and rubbed it hard against her clitoris. I spelled out the Gettysburg address and the Declaration of Independence. My hands wandered over her body, squeezing her nipples, rubbing her tummy, kneading her ass and thighs. One finger slipped into her warm depth as I gently sucked on her clit. She moaned under my assault. She screamed and shivered. She gasped and thrashed. She whimpered, pulled on my hair, and thrust herself against my face. How often she climaxed, I don't know, but I do know she came several times. Every time I thought she had an orgasm, I backed off and kissed and licked her lightly for a while, then built her up for another. After what must have been at least an hour, my tongue was tired and starting to cramp. I had recovered and was hard again, so when it looked like she was on her way to another orgasm, I moved up onto her and slid into her soft wet depth. Lisa gasped. She threw her arms around my neck and thrust herself against me. I was prepared to hold still to give her time to adjust but she would have none of that. Showing a natural enthusiasm for what we were doing, Lisa started pushing herself against me, rocking her hips in time with my movements. In no time at all, she had me on the edge of my own climax. We went over the edge together, her screeching as she orgasmed, and me with a moaning bellow that harmonized with her. We collapsed into a panting tangle of arms, legs, and sweaty bodies. I reached out and turned off the light, then flipped a sheet over top of us. Lisa was lying on her side, half on top of me, with her top leg bent and resting on my thighs. Our combined juices were leaking out of her and onto my thigh. It felt strange, but I was too tired to care, so I just wrapped my arms around Lisa and fell asleep. I woke up in the morning, bleary eyed and achy, to the smell of coffee brewing in the in-room coffee machine. Lisa came out of the bathroom dressed in a terry-cloth robe with a huge smile on her face. She looked well scrubbed, her hair wet and combed back. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked. "I've ordered breakfast from room service. It should be up soon." "Give me half a cup," I said. I drank it down quickly, expecting it to taste like dish water. I was wrong. It was hot and strong and burned my tongue on the way down. "Where did you learn to make coffee?" "Rachael told me how." I stood up and gave her a kiss. "It's good! I'll have another cup when I'm finished in the bathroom." I used the toilet, then took a hot shower, being sure I washed the dried, crusty cum off my thigh. I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist to see Lisa finishing setting the small room table with breakfast. On the table was two place settings of waffles, orange juice, coffee, and fresh fruit. My favorite breakfast. "Rachael told me," was Lisa's reply to my surprised look. As we ate, Lisa told me more about college and where she hoped to work after graduation. She was cheerful and animated and never once mentioned the operation. As I lingered over the last of the coffee, I was amazed at the transformation. The day before she had been quiet and morose, now she was alive and happily making plans for her future. "Tony," Lisa said when she had wound down, "could we make love one more time before we go?" "Of course," I said. "Would you like to try a different position? I'll show you one of Rachael's favorites." Lisa bound onto the bed. I took that as a Yes. "Okay, Lisa. Move over and let me lie in the middle. Now sit here on top of me. Good. Now move back a little bit. Okay now, reach between your legs and grab hold of me and guide me to you. That's it. Rub me against yourself to get us both wet. When you're ready just ease down on me. Oh, Lisa, that feels good!" Lisa had me fully embedded. Her arms were straight with her hands on my chest, her back was arched, and her head was tilted back, a huge smile on her face. Slowly she sat up straight and stretched her arms up over her head. Her back was still arched, making her small tits stand out as much as they ever would. I slid my hands from her thighs up to her breasts. I squeezed them and rubbed my callused palms over the nipples. Lisa breathed a soft "Ooohhh!" and pushed herself down harder on me. She looked at me with a glazed look in her eyes. "Oh, Tony," she said, "last night I thought I would never feel as full, but this is incredible. What should I do now?" I said, "Lisa, you're in control. You set the pace. Move up and down, or back and forth, or even forward and back. Experiment, do what feels best." To her credit, she did exactly that. She moved in every conceivable way, but finally settled on up and down. For a small woman, she sure enjoyed slamming down on me. I helped by pushing up to meet her. As her orgasm got closer and closer, she started doing something that surprised me. When she lifted up she would lift her hands off my chest, then an instant after she slammed down, she would slap my chest. It didn't hurt, but it distracted me. Because of that, she came before I did and collapsed on top of me. I was close, and not willing to be denied, so I rolled us over and with several hard thrusts, unloaded into her. Checkout time was near, so we showered, dressed, and were ready to go with minutes to spare. Lisa stopped me at the door. "Tony," she said, suddenly shy, "if you ever want to, you know, like, do this again, I'd, well, I'd really like that." How can you say no to a girl who's offering herself to you? As gently as possible. "Lisa," I said, "I'd really love to, but this was a one time thing and I don't think Rachael would be very happy if we did it again." "Yeah, I understand. If I were her, I wouldn't want to share you either." She gave me a quick kiss and zipped out the door. Lisa chattered on the way home, mostly about the activities she wanted to get into. Once again, not a word was spoken about the operation. Rachael was at the door when I pulled into the driveway. Lisa jumped out of the car the instant it was stopped and ran excitedly into Rachael's arms. Lisa was literally bouncing up and down in her excitement. "Oh Rachael, how can I ever thank you. That was the most wonderful night of my life and I can't wait to get back to school and tell my roommate and oh, the boys, I have this cute guy in my biology lab, I think I'll ask him out, do you think that would be too forward of me, he's so cute I think I will oh, oh, and the guy in my psychology class, he's even cuter. I just can't wait to go back to school!" All Rachael could do was look at me over Lisa's shoulder with a surprised look on her face as Lisa babbled on and on. I just smiled and shrugged. We gave Lisa a ride home shortly after that. Lisa's parents were amazed at how much better Lisa was, being happy and excited, rather than down cast as she had been the day before. We told them we had just convinced Lisa that everything was going to be all right and that she had a lot of strength and she would come through the operation with no problem. Lisa gave me a wink and a peck on the cheek when we left. When we were home, Rachael asked me to tell her everything. I did, from the nervousness at the beginning to the chest slapping at the end. I was reluctant to tell her everything, but she insisted. Rachael was quiet for a few minutes when I finished, and then she came over to me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. "What you did was a kind thing," she said, looking into my eyes, "and it had good results. I do NOT feel you did anything wrong. Just don't think you can do it any time you want!" "Darling," I said, "as far as I'm concerned, you're my agent. I'll only help heal virgins when you arrange it. Okay? So what did you do last night?" "I corrected reports and made up two tests. But I did have the opportunity to go out. Susan came over not ten minutes after you left. She must have seen you leave with Lisa. Anyway, we had a nice long talk. She apologized for coming on to you, and told me that she was very impressed that you were able to walk away. She said she couldn't remember the last time that had happened. She also invited me to go to a costume party with her." "Say what?" "She said all the women were going to wear masks and be dressed alike so that the men wouldn't be able to tell them apart. That way all the women would be free to dance, or flirt, or "whatever" they wanted, all night, with whomever they fancied. Oh, don't look so shocked! I thanked her for the kind offer, but I had a lot of work to do and just couldn't go. She was very gracious and said she understood, and then she invited us to dinner at her house the next time her husband is home for a whole weekend. I told her we would have to see what our plans were when the time came." Rachael gave me a big smile. "Aren't you proud of me?" I gathered her into my arms, "Honey, I've always been proud of you. Right now though, I think I'll go to bed." She looked at me and teased, "Do you have anything left for your faithful wife?" "Only if you're willing to do most of the work." She was and she did. I slept in that Monday morning. I got a call on my cell phone that afternoon from Lisa's mother. The operation was successful and Lisa had come through with flying colors. She was expected to make a full recovery. Rachael was thrilled. We went to visit her on Tuesday night and she was already sitting up and eating solid food. Lisa was cheerful and very happy to see us. Nothing was said about Saturday night. We left her with a promise of having her over to dinner after she had fully recovered, with the understanding that it would be JUST dinner. My Wife's Student As we left, Lisa's parents stopped us to thank us again for cheering up Lisa. Rachael said it was mostly me. I told them that I just showed Lisa what great potential she has and that she has a lot to live for and a lot of living to do. We laughed about that all the way home. Rachael was all over me when we got home, she wanted it NOW! We had a hard fuck against the wall, fully dressed except for her panties, which she took off and stuffed into my pocket. Once in bed, we cuddled and kissed, then I gave her another orgasm with my tongue. There was a message for me on the answering machine when I got home the next day. "Hello? This is Jimmy...I mean, Jim Taylor. I used to be in Mrs. Riley's class two years ago. I wonder if I could speak to Mr. Riley about something...well, kinda personal?" **Author's note – my deepest gratitude to my friend Trish who steadfastly encourages me in my writing. Also, anyone who would like to read about the party Rachael did NOT go to, read "It's My Party" by Softly.