9 comments/ 45039 views/ 1 favorites Commencement By: Penelope Street "Why did you insist we take this old car?" I take my eyes from road ahead and glance to the passenger seat. I can't see much of my wife's face in the green glow of the dash lamps, but what I can see, eyebrows low in a line matching her lips, is enough for me to guess her mood. Seema and I attended our youngest son's graduation from university this afternoon. For us it was a commencement as well, the beginning of another stage of our journey. But the answer to her immediate question lies at another juncture in my life; a time I have not told my wife about. Perhaps seeing our own boys go through that age she may at last be able to understand. As much as one can understand. It was thirty years ago, near the end of the war in Vietnam. Not that I had to worry about being drafted. I wasn't even a citizen yet. Even so, I was not the target of scorn a foreigner might have been a generation earlier- or later. It was a time of acceptance, to a point; no one seemed to mind a brown-skinned young man walking about campus in a turban, but that didn't mean I could get a date with an American girl. The young ladies seemed to have plenty of love to give to everyone but me. In this manner, they were much like the Punjabi girls from my homeland. Looking back, I know it was not so much the color of my skin or my headgear or my heritage or my religion or my appearance that kept the girls away. It was me not having the confidence to simply express an interest. The catalyst for my metamorphosis came in the unassuming form of Leona Jaeger. She was but one of many sophomore English professors, teaching courses nine out of ten students did not even want to take, me included. So forgettable was her curriculum that I have no recollection of her or her class prior to the last day of September, 1970. On this day she returned to me a paper, one with a big red 'F' on it and a note at the bottom: Mr. Singh, I know you can do better. See me in my office this afternoon at 5:30. I looked over the other four pages of my assignment for any hint regarding the shortcomings of my work, but found not a single other mark. I was more than miffed; I was angry. But I was also on a student visa and I had to take every grade seriously. I looked up my teacher's office in the campus registry and was there come the appointed hour. Staring at the frosted glass of the door, I confirmed the painted black digits were the correct numerals before raising my knuckles to rap upon the wood. Through the translucent pane I could make out a motion, a smudge of pink, but that was all, before the door opened to reveal the broad grin that graced Mrs. Jaeger's face. I had been that close to her before, I'm sure, leaving a paper on her desk during the exodus from class, but I'd never really looked at her. Her face was on the round side and a tad ruddy. Her nose was sharp by comparison, almost rodent-like, a resemblance enhanced by the mild overbite apparent in her smile. Dark brown eyes lurked beneath a pair of thin curved brows of the same color. As if that was not enough to alert me that the hue of her short blonde hair was not natural, dark roots peeked from between the sprouts in the center of her scalp. "Come in, Mr. Singh." With that my teacher turned and began to walk back around her desk. Her body was much the same as her face, round and soft. She settled into the seat across from me, then motioned toward the simple wooden chair on my side of the desk. "Please." I dropped my satchel to the floor and sat, then leaned back on two legs and closed the door behind me. Mrs. Jaeger began to speak before I had quite settled. "I asked you to come by today because I thought it better to not discuss your paper in class in front of the other students. I was worried you might be embarrassed." With that, she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. My eyes wandered for a breath before I concluded she awaited some response from me. "Ok?" I prompted, anxious that she get to the point. "Do you recall when I suggested using a bit of personal history to make your paper believable?" I nodded. "Yes." My teacher smiled. "Your story is hollow." "Pardon, please?" "Your story follows the patterns we discussed in class, but it lacks depth and emotion, especially for a romance. That's why I suggested infusing a little realism by..." "Infusing?" "It means adding," Mrs. Jaeger explained. "Is it polite to interrupt like that where you are from?" "Uh, no." "Where is it you're from?" "India." "India's a big place. If you asked me where I was from, I'd say Iowa, not the United States." "Iowa?" "Yes. Is there something wrong with Iowa?" "No." "Ok then. Where in India?" "Punjab." "Tell me about it." "Pardon, please?" "Your home. Tell me about it." I leaned forward, my brow dropping as I did so. "I'm not sure what you mean. You want to know what? Culture, religion, economics..." "Religion. You are Sikh, correct?" My spine stiffened. "How did you know?" "India. Beard. Turban. What else do I need?" "Most everyone sees the turban and thinks Muslim. They don't..." "Shows how stupid they are." My teacher leaned toward me, her forearms resting on the edge of the desk, her hands clasped before her. "Now what I'd really like to know about your homeland is why you are here instead." I sat upright and took a deep breath, deciding in the time it took to do so that I would not point out how it was just as rude for Mrs. Jaeger to interrupt me. Compounding my frustration, I had no clue what she wanted. On the other hand, I knew exactly what I desired- to be out of her office. But I needed at least a 'C' in her class, which left me little choice but to remain. "Money," I declared. "Plus, who wouldn't prefer to live here if they had the choice?" My teacher smiled. "If you didn't have money in Punjab, how is it you can afford an American university?" Leaning back, I crossed my arms. "I have family here." "They support you?" My lips formed a line. "No. I stay with them, but I drive a cab at night to pay for school." "A taxi?" "Yes." "How long have you being doing that?" "Two years. What does this have to do with my paper?" My teacher passed a large breath and settled back into her seat. "I was just trying to ascertain whether or not you have the experience needed to infuse the story with some realism." "Pardon, please?" "Well, there are two possibilities as I see it. Either you are shy about relating your personal experiences with young ladies- or you don't have any to relate." Mrs. Jaeger paused, her head tilting to one side. Her eyes remained locked on mine. "Well?" I felt my cheeks warm. Hoping my dark complexion obscured my emotions, I took a breath to steady my nerve. "I'm not sure what you mean?" Mrs. Jaeger leaned forward until her chin was near the surface of her desk. Gravity claimed the front of her blouse and the exposed portion of her bosom claimed my eyes. When I jerked my attention back to the woman's face, I found her beady brown orbs still locked on mine. "Much as I suspected," she said. With that, she sat upright and drummed her fingers along the edge of the desk. "I can help you either way, Mr. Singh, whether it's lack of experience or simple shyness. Or both." "Pardon, please?" She smiled. "Experience with the young ladies, Mr. Singh- do you have any?" I stiffened at the candid inquiry. My eyes fell from hers and flitted about the carpet. Certain I had already surrendered the truth with my mannerisms, I admitted it verbally as well. "No. Not much." Her smile broadened as I looked up. "See," she said. "That wasn't so hard. I don't know why young men are so embarrassed just because they have yet to be with a woman. Still, I wouldn't want to hold it against you in a literary sense. Given your lack of knowledge regarding relationships, I think I could grade your paper on a special curve. Would you find a 'B' a fair mark?" I nodded. My throat flexed through a swallow. "Sure." "Well," Mrs. Jaeger said. "I suppose that will do then. Unless, of course, you'd prefer an 'A'?" I cocked my head. "And how would I get an 'A'?" "By acquiring the experience of course. But, if you wish to remain a virgin..." "I don't." The words were already an echo before I realized I had spoken them. My teacher's lips curved into a grin. "I see. Like I said, I can help you gain some experience with the young ladies, overcome your shyness, your embarrassment. You can be rid of your virginity by the end of the week, if that's what you want." My brow dropped. "How can you do that?" "I teach more than English, Mr. Singh; for those willing to learn." My eyes bulged as I considered the possible meaning behind her words. I gulped again before asking, "Are you, uh, offering to tutor me?" Mrs. Jaeger issued a single polite nod. "Yes. We both know exactly what kind of tutoring too, don't we? But I don't want an answer now. You still have your paper?" "Yes." My eyes and hand moved toward my pack. "No." I stopped in mid-reach and looked back to my teacher. "Take it with you," she instructed. "Sleep on it. Write the grade you want on your paper before class on Friday." "The grade I want on it?" I queried. "Yes," she said with a smile. "An 'A' or 'B', whatever sort of education you really want." Wandering to my bus stop, I couldn't pry my eyes from the sidewalk. I am sure I must have passed countless young ladies that only hours before would have turned my head. But this day I could barely see the concrete, let alone the girls. Forty-five hours later I was back in my English class, waiting in my seat for the other students to leave. Only when Mrs. Jaeger was the last soul in the room other than myself did I stir, march to the desk, and place my assignment face down before her. My teacher flipped the paper over. A smile crossed her face. She turned her eyes to me. "Ok. I'll change your grade to an 'A'." With that she looked away and began to gather her books. There I stood, my lips pressed into a pucker, my eyelids beating while the orbs beneath them shifted about the room. Checking my memory, I confirmed my reasons for thinking there was more to me getting the 'A' than simply writing it on the paper. My head pivoted toward the door. My shyness had dictated many a similar maneuver on prior occasions, but this time my body did not follow my gaze. With a sigh, I turned back to my teacher. "Ma'am?" Mrs. Jaeger looked up, her eyes wide, bright, even glaring. "Yes?" I swallowed, then said, "I, uh, when we spoke Wednesday, I thought you mentioned some tutoring?" For a moment, my teacher's eyes shifted upward in apparent thought, then they returned to me. "Yes. I did mention that. But I decided it was inappropriate of me to perhaps lead you to believe your grade depended on such extracurricular activities. I can still tutor you if you are interested, but I want you to understand it will neither hurt, nor help, your grade." Considering her words for the length of time it took me to exhale, my insecure side found cause to seek reassurance. "I'm still not sure what you intend to teach me." "I'll teach you whatever you want." "How to get a girlfriend?" "Yes. And what to do with her. But only if it's what you want." "Ok." My head vibrated in an enthusiastic nod. "I want you to teach me." "Very well then. My office. Eight P.M. Wear a tie." My eyebrows leapt upward. "Tonight?" Mrs. Jaeger smiled. "Of course tonight." I was there at the appointed hour, but my teacher was not. At once, I felt like the biggest fool on the planet for having called in sick to work in order to keep the appointment. I began replaying the conversations in my head, attempting to understand how I might have misinterpreted her words. In spite of a growing certainty that I was in error, I waited. I'm not sure how long I would have remained, but the question became immaterial fifteen minutes later when a ding down the corridor signaled the arrival of the elevator. A second later, the doors opened and my teacher emerged. Wearing a wide grin, she sauntered my way. I could see at once my original assumption had been correct; whatever we would be doing, it would not be studying. She wore a pale orange dress with some frilly white lace and a plunging neckline that exposed a generous portion of cleavage. Large, dangling gold earrings matched an equally flashy pendant. She'd added pink lipstick and a touch of makeup on her cheeks, accenting her face's natural rubicund glow. "Very good," Mrs. Jaeger said. "You learned your first lesson." "I did? What?" "It's the man's job to wait." "Oh," I muttered. "So I passed?" "Yes. Your given name is Tejinder?" "Yes." "Good. I'm Leona when we aren't in class." "Leona?" My teacher giggled though a smile. "That is my name. Did you expect to call me Mrs. Jaeger all evening?" My eyebrows bounced upward as those last two words registered. "No, I, uh, guess not." "Why didn't you bring flowers?" My head retreated an inch as I absorbed the inquiry. My eyes wandered too, before I steered them back to Leona. "Because I didn't think about it?" Lips pursed, Mrs. Jaeger nodded. "That's exactly why you give a woman flowers." "Because I didn't think about her?" "No. To show her that you think about her when you're not with her. See how that's important?" I blinked through my own nod. "Yeah. I think so." "Don't bring flowers every time either. If in doubt, roll a die every date. When it's a six, she gets flowers. Simple enough?" "Sure." "And you never, never, give her flowers as an apology." "I don't?" "No. What's the message there? 'I was an ass. Have some plants. That makes it ok, right?' " She paused for a disdainful snort. "Whose stupid idea was that?" My head bobbed again. "I see what you mean." "You ready to go then?" "Go?" "Yes. Go. On our date. What were you expecting?" My eyes wandered. "I, uh..." "Don't worry," Leona interjected. "You get that too. If you behave. Now, do you even know on which side of the lady you are meant to walk?" "Which side?" "I thought not," she began, turning and walking as she spoke. I didn't notice at first, but she strolled directly down the center of the corridor. I followed on her right, a half pace behind as she continued, "The first rule is, always put yourself between the lady and any harm. This could be traffic, a ledge, a stranger, anything. Got it?" I nodded. "Yes." "The second rule, failing the first, is you walk on her left." My head had bobbed but once before I jumped across behind the woman. "And don't lag," she added. "You aren't a servant." "Yes, ma'am." Leona stopped at the elevator. "Ma'am? What the hell is that?" "I, uh, was just trying to be polite." "That works fine for class. But we're on a date. I'm Leona. Got it?" I nodded, wondering what I was getting myself in for. "Yes, Leona." "Ok. Next lesson. You always do everything for the lady. Not because you have to, but because you want to." "I want to?" "If she isn't the type of lady that deserves having the door held for her, do you really want her as your girlfriend?" "I guess not." "Of course not. I know there are some bra-burners out there who disagree, but I don't recommend dating a girl that doesn't wear a bra anyway. Got it?" "Yes," I nodded. "No girls without bras." "And?!" "And do everything for her." "Why?" "Because I want to." "Like, just now, you want to press the elevator button for me." Her eyebrows shot upward. "Don't you?" My eyes leapt to the lift controls. My extended index finger followed a second later. "Ok," Leona said. "That's your free one. The next time you forget it affects your grade." "My grade?" "You'll see." I cycled a breath through a pair of tight lips, suppressing a sudden urge to flee for the stairs. Riding the elevator down, it dawned on me that I would soon be walking across campus in the company of a professor; and both of us dressed for anything but study. "Aren't you, uh, worried someone will see us together?" I ventured. Leona shrugged. "We're adults. No one cares." "Not even Mr. Jaeger?" "There is no Mr. Jaeger." "Ok," I replied with a nod. Neither of us spoke again in the few seconds before the bell dinged and the doors slid open. "You have a car?" Leona asked, stepping into the corridor. I fell in step beside the woman, again to her left. "No. I take the bus." "Fine," she said. "We'll take mine." I patted myself on the back when I got to the exit in time to hold the door for her. She proceeded through without a word. Once outside, I found myself examining every passerby for signs of contempt in their expression. Leona was correct, no one even noticed, much less cared, about the two of us crossing the campus as a couple. We approached the staff parking area and I recalled enough of her instruction to shift to the correct side as we entered the lot. I was anticipating a compliment, but instead my teacher held out a set of keys. "Unless the lady expressly wishes, the man should always drive." "Ok," I agreed with a nod, accepting what must have been several pounds of metal. I fumbled through the keys, eventually finding one I knew belonged to a General Motors vehicle. I was expecting a Buick, or maybe even a Caddie, and began scanning the nearly empty lot for such a vehicle. Soon it became apparent we were headed for one car in particular- a pearly white Firebird that shined even in the fading light. "That's your car?" I all but gasped. "Any reason it shouldn't be?" "No. I guess not. What year is it, a sixty-eight?" "Sixty-nine." Mrs. Jaeger issued a slight chuckle, then turned her shining face to me. "Of course." I opened my mouth to reply, but then realized I had no clue how to respond. There was a tightness in my chest. I looked to the car, then back to the woman. Mrs. Jaeger walked to the passenger side while I headed for the driver's door. I was concentrating on guiding the key into the lock without scratching the paint when a single word from the opposite side of the vehicle snapped me from my focus. "Door!" I looked up, expecting I had somehow damaged her car without even touching it. "Yes?" Leona's expression was granite as she leered across the roof of the vehicle. "You forgot to open my door." I scurried around the vehicle, muttering a quick, "Sorry," en route. My shaking fingers unlocked her door and then held it wide. Mrs. Jaeger remained standing exactly where she had been. Her lips formed a line as she looked from the car to me. "You must remember every time, Mr. Singh, without fail. That'll cost you one letter grade." Without awaiting reply, she slid into the seat, then dragged her legs in after her. I closed the door and walked back around the car. "I suppose you're wondering what I mean by grade," Leona began as I climbed into the driver's seat. "Well, in this case it means you can't get an 'A' tonight. Of course, you can still get a 'B'. You see, blowjob starts with a 'B', and you have to get at least that before I'm giving you one." My jaw fell and hung limp. I felt my cock twitch, enraged by her declaration, incensed by my oversight. My eyes shifted to the passenger seat, then forward again. How I wanted to ask what started with an 'A'. Instead I muttered, "Ok," and put the key to the ignition. A moment later three hundred and twenty-six cubic inches rumbled to life. I turned to face my companion. "Where to?" "It is the man's job to choose, with the lady's wishes in mind, of course. However, I think some hints may be in order as this is your first time. I've not had Indian cuisine, so a favorite of yours would be the best choice. If you are worried about your family seeing me with you, I understand you may want to avoid those places. In that case, you'll have to wing it. As a rule, downtown is usually a good place; near the airport or attached to a hotel, that is usually a bad place. Of course, McDonald's isn't even on the list." Commencement Mrs. Jaeger turned to me. "While it is normally the gentleman's pleasure to pick up the tab, I understand you're working your way through college. I'll get the bill on our dates and I don't want any discussion on the matter." I nodded. "Of course. As you wish." Leona smiled. Her left hand moved across the transmission hump to find, then pet, my thigh. "You are learning." I decided in that second I didn't care who saw me with Mrs. Jaeger. Putting the transmission in gear, I stirred the Pontiac into motion, heading for my family's favorite upscale restaurant, the India ka Raja. "Tell me more about your homeland," Mrs. Jaeger insisted the instant I had steered from parking lot to street. "What about it?" "Anything. How is the weather different from here?" I answered this mundane question and the others that followed before we reached the restaurant parking lot. Being a little late for dinner, the establishment was hardly crowded. Locating the nearest empty space, I steered the vehicle into it, not understanding that I had erred until I reached for the transmission lever. Leona announced my blunder with a single elongated syllable. "Nope." I turned to her. "Pardon?" "You drop the lady off as close as you can to the front door. Then you park." My head bobbed. "Yes. Of course." I backed the car out of the slot and drove around to the entry, praying all the way my error was not worth a letter grade. Mrs. Jaeger smiled as she opened the door. "Why thank you, Tejinder. I'll be waiting." Understanding the implication, I nodded. "I'll be right there." Again I parked the car in the nearest spot to be had and hurried inside to find both the host and my date waiting. "Good evening, sir," the man began. "I understand there will be two this evening?" "Yes," I replied. "Something quiet please." "A table," Leona added. "Not a booth." "Of course," our host said with a nod. "Right this way." We followed the man to the table. There I waited for my teacher to take her seat, but she just stared at me. I glanced to our escort, then back to her before my faux pas became apparent. I sprang for her chair and pulled it from under the table. Leona smiled and gave a polite nod. "Why, thank you." With that, she slid into the seat. I eased the chair forward until I felt her weight settle, then hurried around to take my own spot. With a smug smile, our attendant placed the menus before us. "Your server will be right with you." Thinking to be polite, I waited for Leona to pick up her menu first, but she did not even look at the folded parchment. "You know what's good," she said. "Order for us both. Pick two different ones, but two that you like." She paused to twitch her nose. "In case I want to trade with you." "Of course." With a nod, I picked up my menu. I proceeded to select shahi paneer and kaju korma, with naan, of course. "And what's in these dishes?" Leona inquired the instant our waiter had departed with our order. "Paneer is a cheese dish, buffalo cheese in this case, while korma is vegetables in a cashew nut sauce. Both have curry, of course." "Cheese and nut sauce?" My teacher paused to flash a wide grin. "Am I sensing a theme for later?" Without awaiting reply, she dropped her smile and her attention, looking to the cutlery. "Are there any customs I should know about?" "Sure," I said. "You use the spoon mostly, rarely the fork, and we'll have to ask if you want a knife. You eat the naan, the bread, with your hands, folding it like a spoon." The conversation and the meal continued in much this fashion, as both a dining experience and a cultural exchange. All the while, not too far from the front of my mind, lay the worry that I would somehow lose enough grade points to go home without ever having touched a woman. Three quarters of an hour later, we departed. I had barely settled into the driver's seat when Leona laid the bulk of my fears to rest. "Although I don't recommend necking in cars," she began, "sometimes it happens and it's as good a place to start as any. Have you ever kissed a girl, Tejinder?" My chest froze in both apprehension and excitement. I shook my head in the negative. "Do you even know how to tell that a girl wants to be kissed?" "No," I admitted, my head still moving in a slow shake. "Most often, she'll lean, like this." Leona inclined toward me. "And open her mouth just a bit, like this. When she does, you lean slowly toward her, letting her know what you intend, just in case you've misunderstood her signal." I could feel my thighs quiver as I inclined my body across the vehicle, bringing my mouth to hers. Having no clue what to do, I gave her lips a quick peck and withdrew. Leona flashed a wide grin. "Ok. That was a boy's kiss. Like you used to give your mother. But I'm not your mother and you're not a boy. Try again, this time as a man. Suck a little bit of my lips between yours and then do what I do. That includes your hands. If I touch you somewhere, touch me back, same place." This I did, closing my eyes as I felt her lips pull mine within her mouth. I sucked back, our mouths sliding against one another for several seconds before parting. "Again," she said. This time, when our lips met, she moved a palm to my cheek, stroking my beard. At once, I brought my hand to first cup, then caress, the side of her face. A second later I felt her other hand, on my thigh, squeezing the muscles of my leg through my pants. I replied in kind, finding her nearest limb, petting the warmth of her flesh through fabric of her dress. "Much better," Leona whispered as our lips parted. "Five seventeen West Skyview." My brow fell over my eyes. "Pardon, please?" "You are a cab driver, yes?" "Sure," I said with a nod. "Good. That's my address. Drive." My cock was uncomfortably hard and my shorts damp long before we arrived. Leona did not speak during the trip. She just kept looking back at me with the same wide grin she had worn since we had kissed, her upper teeth just touching her lower lip. Anxiety seized my spirit as I imagined my deflowering might be imminent. All my worries about dying a virgin vanished, replaced by new fears. Would I embarrass myself? Ejaculate too quickly? Was I too small where it counted? All of these were still tumbling over in my head as I guided the Pontiac into her drive. Mrs. Jaeger's arm brushed against mine as I put the vehicle into parking gear. I turned my face toward my companion. She was leaning, smiling, waiting. I leaned back. Our lips met. This time it felt natural, an honest exchange of affection instead of a learning experience. "Wait five minutes," she whispered as our lips parted. "Then come upstairs. Be sure and lock the door. We aren't going anywhere tonight." I lingered the allotted time, then rushed into the house and up the stairs, forgetting all about locking the door. Ahead, at the end of the corridor, I could see a sliver of light through a cracked doorway. "Hello?" I called. "Come in. Don't keep me waiting." I walked in to find Mrs. Jaeger lying on her bed, resting upon her right side in a near-fetal position, wearing only lacy panties and a transparent bra. A lamp on the nightstand illuminated her form. All of her softness. All of her folds. All of her wrinkles. All of her beauty. My eyes lingered on her large, floppy breasts before jumping to her face, where I expected to find a frown. Instead, there was that same grin. She gave her nose a provocative wrinkle. "You like?" I tongued my lips and nodded my agreement. "I want to see too," she said. "Take them off for me. Everything but your undies." I kicked off my shoes and began to undress myself, my teacher's eyes roaming my form as I exposed it. The smile on her face broadened with each shed garment and as her smile grew, so did my confidence. She nodded when I at last stood nearly naked, her eyes raking up and down my body. "You're a handsome young man, Tejinder. You need never worry about that." She beckoned with a lean of her head. "Come. Join me." I crawled onto the bed, trying, and failing, to steady my nerves en route. "Closer," she whispered. As I moved, she leaned, her lips leading the motion. I responded. We embraced. Our lips meshed. Her hands found my shoulders, then slid upon my back as we kissed. Flexing my fingers, I hesitated for a second before I moved my shaking hands to the softness of her flesh. Leona broke our kiss at once. "That's right. Touch me." Giving me no time to reply, she plowed her lips again onto mine. One of her hands found my buttocks, clenching, groping. In spite of my excitement, I remembered her instructions. I slid my left hand down the supple curve of her torso and onto the substantial curve of her ass. I rolled my palm over the roundness, first petting, then squeezing. She moaned. Our lips separated. "Yes," she whispered. "I like the feel of your hands on my body." She leaned away, bringing one palm to each breast. Her eyes were locked on mine as she massaged her mammaries for a delicious handful of seconds. Still wearing her grin, she sat upright, moving her hands behind her back. A moment later, her bra went slack. She peeled the garment from her body, then dropped it to the mattress. Free, her bosom succumbed to gravity, falling across her torso as she reclined again on her side. "Go ahead," Leona whispered. "Touch them. They won't break." My eyes skipped from her face to her body and back again as my fingers met, then slid across her skin. "That's not feeling," Leona noted in a whisper. "That's tickling. Breasts are designed to be handled, that's probably one of the reasons it feels so good. Go ahead. Feel them." I rotated my cupped hand until I felt my palm full of her flesh. Then I began a fondling that became a squeezing that became to a groping. "Yeah," she said. "That's nice. But don't forget the other one. It's jealous." I did as she bade, shifting my hands and my attention to her other breast. Eventually, I dared to stray my thumb near her nipple and tease the course contours there. "See," Leona began. "I told you breasts were designed to be handled. What else were they designed for?" "Sucking?" My teacher smiled. "Well?" I leaned. She rolled as I did so, settling upon her back. I slid atop her prone form. Giving her face one final glance, confirming the smile was still there, I eased my open mouth toward her bosom. My lips found her flesh. Her torso surged upward to meet my mouth. I felt Leona's hands atop my turban, pulling my face downward into her breast. I engulfed her nipple, taking it into my mouth; licking, nurturing, sucking. The texture was rougher than my thumb had detected, but softer. Yet this changed in a matter of seconds. Straddling her thigh as I nursed, her nipple hardened in my mouth. I could not help but think of my member. Relaxing my weight, I brought my still shrouded cock to her leg, rutting against it as I continued to suckle. "Yes," Leona hissed. "But don't forget the other one." I felt her hands urge my head to the opposite breast, a request to which I at once yielded. Still rubbing my cock against her thigh, I nurtured her other nipple to hardness. When my teacher's hands found my head several minutes later, I expected her to steer my mouth back to the first breast, but instead she pulled me away. Looking into my eyes, her fingers flexed against my shrouded scalp. "Can we take this off?" It took me a second to understand she meant my turban. So much a part of me it was that I had forgotten all about it. Feeling less comfortable about revealing my hair than I had my body, I reached for the cloth and unwound it from my head. Seconds later, my beard and hair, not a fiber of which had ever known a blade, fell free. Leona moved one hand to the hanging veil of black, weaving her fingers within the strands. "It's so soft," she whispered. "Like silk." "Like your breasts," I whispered back. Mrs. Jaeger smiled, looking from my draped locks to my face. "You ready to kiss something softer?" My eyes wandered across her form, settling upon that little bit of her that was still covered, that little piece of a woman I had never before seen. "Go ahead," Leona urged. "Kiss my thighs just like you did my breasts." A nod was all I could manage as I crawled backward until I was between her splayed legs. I closed my eyes and moved my mouth to her thigh. Her flesh was indeed softer than I had imagined, though not so soft as her bosom. In my excitement I took a deep breath and smelled it for the first time- her excitement, a raw sharp scent; not at all what I had expected. I emitted a low moan before my lips left a series of wet kisses across her skin, my courage buoyed all the while by the growing aroma of her arousal. "I love having my thighs kissed," Leona whispered. "And suckled, just like you did my breasts. Almost like you're nursing. It's ok to nibble a bit too." My teacher allowed me to kiss, lick, and love her thigh for several minutes before she suggested, "Don't be lazy. Kiss them both." I adjusted my body, bringing my lips to her other leg. "That's right," she said. "Back and forth several times per minute. Like hopscotch with your mouth." I moaned my appreciation. "Of course," she continued, "if you have a clue, you'll move an inch or so farther up each time you change legs." I did, of course. Leona began to run her fingers through my hair as I nursed upon her thighs, switching every minute or so, creeping upward toward the source of her scent. Eventually I reached the edge of her pastel panties. I kissed the crease that marked the union of her leg and abdomen, then moved onto the sides of her muff where a smidgen of dark hair peeked from beneath the fabric. "When a girl's panties are in the way," Leona began, "what do you suppose you ought to do?" "Remove them?" Wearing what must have been a silly grin, I moved a hand to the edge of the fabric, intent on doing just that. Not until later did I equate how her hand was like a cobra, rising slowly, then moving in a blur to slap my hand from her body. "Not yet," she said as the sting from the impact registered in my brain. "Use your nose. And your mouth. Let her know how much you want what's in there, but also let her know you're willing to wait until she says it's time." Nodding, I moved my face back to the edge of her panties. I paused to breathe her scent once more, rubbing my nose across the fabric. Twisting my head, I sent my tongue underneath the cloth's edge. I got a little bit of taste, a bit like a squeezed lime mixed with her salt. Even a day before, such a flavor might have repelled me, but that was before I knew it was the natural tang of woman. I issued a slight whimper as I sent my tongue again into the course hairs beneath her panties. "You like it?" Leona asked. I grunted my agreement. "What about my smell? You like it too?" "Ummm hmmm," I managed to moan. "Go ahead," my teacher urged. "Put your nose to my undies. Right in the middle. Get a good whiff." I moved my face to the center of her panties and plunged into the softness of her flesh. I sensed that softness beneath yield to the pressure. Then I breathed. My eyes closed as I sampled her fragrance full strength; a sharp, even pungent, smell. Not at all like the sugar and spice accorded girls in nursery rhymes. I heard a low growl rumble in my throat as I savored how much better a smell it was than sweet could ever be. "Do it more," Leona instructed. "Rub your nose right there." I did her bidding and she rubbed back, grabbing my head and pulling. Her scent grew stronger. "I like it when a guy smells me like this," my teacher cooed, "and tells me how much he loves it." "You smell wonderful," I mumbled into her panties. "Better than anything I've ever smelled." "Not bad," whispered Leona. "Tell me more. Smell me more." Alternately I sniffed and complimented her over the next several minutes, learning much of the difference between whispering sweet nothings and whispering sweet somethings. Somewhere in that time she began again to run her fingers through my hair. Without a word of warning, she grasped and issued a tug, pulling my nose deeper, into the dampness beneath the fabric. I bent my body and began to rub my cock against her foot. To my surprise, she twisted her foot and began to rub my member back with her sole. The burning in my cock soon spread, igniting a tingling in my balls. I tried to pull my face away, to think of something else, but Leona held me firm, rubbing me harder as the tingling first crept, then raced up my shaft. My body shuddered, then stiffened, succumbing to its instinct. For a few seconds we lay there in silence. Then, with a whimper, my body went limp. Of course, it wasn't only my body. Leona's foot probed, investigating my sodden shorts and shrinking cock. I felt her fingers tighten in my hair, then lift my head until I looked in her eyes. "Did you just come while you were sniffing me? With a dry swallow, I nodded to the extent her grip would allow. To my most pleasant surprise, Leona smiled. "That's so sexy. No one ever came just smelling me before. You don't know how hot that makes me." My mouth fell agape and I passed an open breath through it. "I want to smell more." My teacher released my hair. Arching her back, she began to loosen her panties, but stopped when they began to clear her hips. I looked down, to where a portion of dark fur peered over the rim of her undergarment. When I looked up several seconds later, Leona's moist brown orbs stared back. "Go ahead," she whispered. "But slowly. Like you're unwrapping a present. Because you are." Shifting upward, I planted my lips on the softness just below her navel. I brought my flattened palms beneath her raised thighs, finding the outer edge of her panties. The instant I had grasped the material, I began to pull. The upper edge of the garment retreated and my lips followed, kissing each portion of her flesh as it was revealed. The instant the fabric had cleared her abdomen, Leona dropped her bare ass back onto the mattress. I started to move my face to her exposed muff, but she clamped her legs together. When I looked up, my teacher's head was moving in a slow shake. "Not yet. Unwrap first." With a nod, I resumed her disrobing. Only when I held her panties in my hand did her thighs again part. My eyes followed her legs up to where her fingers spread her pelt, exposing the pink within. I must have sat mesmerized, until my teacher's word stirred me from my trance. "You gonna come back up or just stare?" "Pardon, please?" I muttered, shifting my eyes to her face. "Come closer. Have a better look." My gaze fixed on glistening pink, I began to crawl. Leona's four fingers, two on each side, began to massage her muff. "Take your time," she whispered. "It's ready when you are." I knew I was more than ready. I continued forward, my pace accelerating as I again sampled the aroma of her arousal. At the last instant before my face met her flesh, her spread fingers closed, obscuring the prize. Stunned, I popped my head upward and brought my eyes to her face. "No," she said. "Kiss my thighs again. Let me know I'm more than just a pussy." I looked down. My teacher's fingers started to flex, petting herself, yet somehow beckoning to me as well. I answered the call, moving my nose forward, nuzzling the intervening hand, kissing the back before I moved my mouth to her thighs. Once more, I kissed my way up one leg, then the other. This time my pace was frantic. Leona did not seem to mind; her hips began to squirm, to gyrate. Inside of a minute, my face began to rub against the side of the obscuring fingers while I suckled upon the valley formed by union of trunk and limb. Commencement Without a word, Leona's hand slid from its guarding posture. Her fingers stroked my beard twice before her palm moved up over my cheek, then my temple, and finally into my mane. There her fingers clenched rather than combed. Her grip secured, my teacher guided me with a gentle tow until my nose nestled against the treasure within her furry mound. Her legs shifted, her calves coming to rest upon my shoulders, her thighs against my cheeks. I brought my cradled face upward, my eyes seeking her expression, but her face was gone; she had put her head upon her pillow. I glanced down at her lips; moist, pink, loose, and waiting. Emboldened by what I took to be an implicit vote of confidence, I thrust my hands under and around her legs, to the tops of her thighs, pulling myself to her as I extended my tongue and drew it the length of her crease. The flavor was sharper, more briny and acidic than her scent, but nonetheless enticing. Her fingers began to massage my scalp. I withdrew my tongue and began a second pass. My breathing became erratic as I explored the secrets of her sex. With my excitement mounting, I found myself rutting against the mattress. "Slower," Leona coached. "It's all yours. All night. Slow down and enjoy. Trace the outside first." Her fingers clenched within my hair as I complied, then just as quickly she released my locks and began a subtle caress. "Yes, just like that." With my tongue, I traced the perimeter of her snatch in a pace so deliberate it was maddening. Only then did I venture back to the center, drawing my appendage upward over her lips in the same leisurely pace. Her hips bounced as my tongue neared the apex of its journey. Her muff shivered against my face for a second, maybe two, before falling again to the mattress. On the next pass, my teacher's nether lips parted and I pushed my tongue between them. Never had I felt anything so smooth as the valley of Leona's pussy. It was so smooth, like glass; like a warm and wet channel of living glass. And each time I got to the top, she shivered. Just when I was starting to think I ought to focus my efforts toward the apex, she whispered, "That's enough." With that, she began a gentle push, urging my head the other direction. The hands that had been upon my head departed. My eyes followed their flight, to the crook of her legs. There, she grasped and pulled until her thighs were vertical. "Inside," Leona beckoned, still in a whisper. "Put it inside." Before her entry had been hidden, buried within the ample cheek of her ass where I could barely reach it, let alone catch a glimpse. Now I looked down at the wrinkled little hole, at once homely and divine. Leona's hips wiggled. "Please," she begged, snapping me from my trance. I moved my lips forward and kissed it. "No! Put your tongue in me. Now!" I did her bidding, pushing my folded tongue within her entry. A spasm ran through her body. "Yes!" she cried. "Do it. Fuck me with your tongue." I sent my tongue deeper into her, twisting, roaming, licking the soft folds. I expected to find more flavor, but oddly found none- but that did not stop me searching. Within minutes the base of my tongue ached, but I ignored it. Leona's quivering became a squirming that became a bouncing. Soon I had to push with the muscles of my neck to constrain her bucking pussy. "Finger." I wasn't quite sure I had heard it, until she said it again, still in a low tone, more a request than a demand. "Finger." I moved my tongue to again pet her smooth valley. Palm down, I slid my hand through my beard. I ran the tip of my center finger once about the concaveness of her entry, then plunged it within. At once, her hips surged upward to meet my penetration. Her passage collapsed, the walls of her pussy gripping my finger for a second before again relaxing. For the first time in minutes, I thought of my cock, wondering what it would feel like caressed by her snug walls. Rubbing against the mattress I realized I was again rampant. I began to pump my finger in and out, imagining it was my member. "Slow," Leona coached. "Pet me inside." With a breath of determination, I did so, concentrating on stroking every portion of her interior. "Lick too." I issued a low snicker, realizing that my focus on my probing finger had been such that my tongue had gone still. Once again, I drew my appendage along the silky smoothness between her lips. "Higher," Leona demanded, and not in a whisper. I continued up the valley. "Higher," she said again, this time in a lower, huskier, tone. My tongue proceeded until I found the knotted fold at the apex of her crease. "Stop," she cried. "There! Yes. Lick me there." As I began lick her, she pushed back, and then began to rub against me. I tried to find the spot again, but she was moving too much. "Spread it!" she cried. "And hold still." I did. Leona pushed what I would later learn was her clitoris against my tongue. Her rubbing became a rutting. Almost at once her body shuddered. Again she squeezed my all but forgotten finger. The next second, her heels abraded my shoulder blades. A second later, the pressure was gone. "Turn your hand over," Leona instructed, her voice again calm, a striking shift from the agitation I had sensed only moments before. "Yes," she continued as I complied. "Like that. Now pet the top, just under your tongue." Doing so, I quickly found a puffy, uneven section. I started to pet the region, moving my finger in sync with the licking of my tongue. "Harder," Leona whispered. "Harder," she repeated as I added force to my caress. "Harder!" I was afraid I might hurt her, but I did it anyway. "Rub, yes, just..." My teacher's sentence ended as her hips leapt once more from the bed. This time her channel collapsed upon my finger, the walls gripping, even massaging my digit. Her ankles crossed behind my back, her heels pressing against my spine. Across my palm I felt a warmth. An instant later my brain recognized it as moist as well. Her hips hovered for a second or two, her body shuddering all the while. Then her ass fell back to the mattress. "Harder!" she demanded at once. Realizing my pressure did not cause pain, I tried to mash the spongy region while I sucked the folds of her nub into my mouth. Leona's hips left the mattress again. Her hands flew from her legs to my head, pulling my face into her. This time the warmth and the wetness were everywhere. She sprayed my face, my chin, my neck, even my chest. I would smell her in my beard for weeks. After this climax, we were in a groove together and I coaxed a couple orgasms per minute from my lover. All the while Leona said not a word. Her only sounds were grunts and moans. After some minutes, maybe ten, maybe twenty, the sensations began to subside, but my efforts did not. "Lie down." Once again, I was so focused she had to repeat a command. "Lie down. Beside me." With a nod, I jumped to comply. I had barely settled when Leona all but ripped my shorts from my body. The instant my cock was free, her hand surrounded my shaft; groping, kneading, squeezing. My member flexed with the pressure created by her fist. I looked to her face. That smile was back, if it had ever left. Her eyes on me, her lower lip fell. Her tongue appeared, running the length of her exposed upper teeth. Leona's mouth remained just open as she shifted her body perpendicular to mine, all the while easing her head downward. My eyes bulged as I realized what she had in mind, but I had not long to wonder what it would be like. A second later my teacher had plowed her lips over the partially shrouded crown of my cock. At once her tongue was all over me, as mine had been upon her; caressing, exploring, loving. I issued a whimper as I began to feel a heat within my swollen member. Leona twisted in that instant, spinning her body so she crouched facing me, straddling one leg. Her mouth never left my shaft. Our eyes met. She began to caress the bottom with her tongue, her mouth moving over my member in long deliberate strokes. My hips began bouncing, instinctively trying to fuck her face. Leona took me right to the brink, then stopped. Her hand squeezed the base of my shaft as she brought her face up and looked me in the eye. "I want your first time to be what you want. Do you want to come in my mouth or pussy? We're going to do both tonight. But it's your first time. Which do you want first?" "Your pussy," I affirmed with a nod. My teacher smiled and bounced her eyebrows. "Why not both?" As I tried to fathom her meaning, she shifted her form, crawling upward, then straddling me. Still holding my member in her hand, she directed it upward toward her passage. Her eyes were locked upon mine as she settled onto my shaft, her warmth enveloping the length of me. My body shuddered through a whimper. My eyes closed. My head fell to the mattress. The moment had come and gone; I was a virgin no more. Leona's supple abdomen flexed as she writhed, riding my cock, not only caressing it with her canal, but grinding it as well. "I loved sucking your cock, Tejinder," she hissed. "I've never sucked an uncut one before. I can't wait to have it in my mouth again. I could tell you were close before. I could taste it. This time, I'm going to taste it all. I'm going to lick the bottom as you're filling my mouth. I love the way that big bulge pulses underneath when- oh, yes, give it to me." I was completely at her mercy. Two ragged breaths left my lungs. I could not have avoided climaxing had my very life depended on it. This time the tingling that began in my balls surged up my shaft without hesitation, spilling into the warmth of my waiting lover's channel. The next instant she was gone, all except the finger of one hand still wrapped about the base of my shaft. My head popped upward to see the second rope of semen exit my cock, shooting straight into the air. Before the third stream left my distended head, Leona's lips again engulfed it, caressing my member exactly the way she had said she would as it pulsed within her mouth. She kept my cock inside, loving it with her tongue until my climax had ended, then just holding it in the warm confines as it slowly shrank. All the while her eyes were locked upon mine. Somehow, a smile still graced her stuffed lips. When at last those lips were free, my lovely teacher blew me a kiss. "This time, you're going to fuck me longer. Much longer." With that, Leona's mouth was back on my cock, readying me again. I was young then, and she was an expert. It didn't take long. That was the first of a dozen Fridays we spent together, each one somehow more amazing than the one before. I was crushed when Leona terminated our liaison at semester's end. By then I was very much in love with her. "I can't be your wife, Tejinder," she explained. "You must go find her on your own. But you are ready now. Someday you will understand." Mrs. Jaeger was wrong on that point; even after three decades, being older now than she was then, I still don't understand why we could not have been a couple. My suspicion is that she really didn't want a husband, preferring instead a young buck to break in with the changing of the season. If my teacher is still alive, she must be in her sixties now, yet I cannot imagine her a grandmother baking cookies. No, she is still breaking in lucky young men somewhere, teaching them everything they need to know about how to treat a lady, in public and in private, just like she did for me. I turn to my darling Seema and strive to find an answer to her question. "We went on our first date in this car. Remember?" My wife's eyes wander the interior of the Firebird. Then she nods. "Yes. I remember." "Our wedding?" She smiles. "That too." "And our children came home in this car." Her eyes shift to the token back seat. "Yes, they did. That was a long time ago." "Yes. That's why I wanted to drive this car. All our memories are here." Seema looks back to me. She's still smiling. Without even trying, I see Leona's smile, the one where she only showed her upper teeth. I catch myself smiling too. A second later, my eyes cloud with moisture. I know I'll never tell my wife about my teacher. I'll never tell her how I acquired the car. She'll never understand. How can she understand that I will always be in love Leona? My right hand releases the steering wheel. My fingers find, then pet, my wife's left thigh. "I love you." Seema covers my hand with both of hers. Her smile broadens. "I love you too." I turn my eyes away from my wife, across the pearly white hood of the Firebird, to the road ahead. THE END Commencement Copyright 2005 by Penelope Street Posted with permission at Literotica.com All other rights reserved. Special thanks to Tracy, Jessica, Rob, and Richard for their editing expertise. This is a work of fiction. To the best of the author's knowledge, none of the events depicted ever occurred. The characters presented are entirely the creation of the author. Their views, opinions, and experiences are invented as well and are not meant to promote anyone's personal beliefs or agenda. This story exists for primarily prurient purposes and should not be construed as an endorsement, or condemnation, of any particular lifestyle.