5 comments/ 28048 views/ 2 favorites Thank You. Dr. DeHoff By: Quietandyet As I reflect on that magical summer of 1978, I can only say, "Thank you Dr. DeHoff." He contributed to making me the person that I am today. Now you may immediately conclude that Dr. DeHoff was my Comparative Literature or Philosophies instructor; some maven of economics at University, or perhaps some kindly physician who encouraged me to pursue a medical career leading to fabulous wealth and notoriety. To the contrary, while he was a physician, his career was of little note served in a non-descript neighborhood in a large city. However, Dr. DeHoff was a world class jerk and for that I am eternally grateful. As a result of his self-centered, egotistical, and just plain "dumbass-ness" I learned much about life. My vocabulary was increased to include the correct use of various parts of the feminine anatomy, sexual congress, and emotions far beyond those he held. His callous nature and ignorance of the meaning of passion allowed me to first taste, enjoy, and finally become a connoisseur of the female body and psyche. My name is John Cross. During the 1977/1978 school year I roomed with his son Paul. Paul was an apple that had fallen close to the tree and was one who reveled in using the system, women, men, and life. In many ways, we were perfect suite mates. I had a full ride and for financial reasons needed to keep it. He was on academic probation from his fraternity and had to live in the dorm though he could still hang out with the guys. When I was in class, he was recovering from the previous night's activities and while I was working, he was out scouting for yet another source for the evening's adventure. Though not opposites in every way, we were in many ways. He was as brash as I was timid and I quickly learned not to mention being in the presence of some pleasant lass. When I did remark about Bess or Alice or Carol, he would quickly mock me for my reluctance to screw her and move on to the next conquest. I first met Dr. DeHoff during parent's weekend. He and his wife Karen were polar opposites and Mrs. DeHoff and I found ourselves spending enjoyable time with my mother, a widow, living on a fixed income. Unlike her husband and son, Mrs. DeHoff, now requesting that I call her Karen, tacitly understood the financial straits that we found ourselves in and while her husband and son opted to attend a function at his fraternity, she was content to join us at a small café where I had obtained work and received a discount. During the course of the meal Karen asked my mother if she would mind if I worked for them during the summer at their beachside cottage. With relief, I accepted and Karen shared that I should not say anything to her son or husband as she would ensure that it would be their idea that I would work for them. She explained that she typically would spend the entire summer at the cottage but that her husband and son would return to the city to work and do whatever they wanted. She explained that she was content to spend as little time with the two of them as possible and she looked forward to a most enjoyable summer of meaningful conversation, time on the beach, and a periodic adventures of our own. To earn my keep, I would perform those tasks her husband either refused or only reluctantly agreed to perform, and would help her to maintain her sanity. Little did I reaDianee the meaning of the phrase "...perform those tasks her husband either refused or only reluctantly agreed to perform." As we parted, she gave my mother a hug and as she was doing the same to me, whispered, "This will be a summer you will never forget." Truer words were never spoken so again I say, "Thank you Dr. DeHoff." The school year flew by without one word of our arrangement. In truth, I was beginning to question if I did have a summer job. Upon returning from holiday, Paul condescendingly said that he was going to make me his special project this summer and that like it or not, he was going to ensure that I was finally laid. Though expressionless, I listened as he explained that they had this beach cottage and that his family typically would spend the summer there. In exchange for doing things he was not really sure of, I would have a quiet place where I could read, write, sun, and attempt to get laid. He shared that he and his father typically would work in the city during the week, travel to the cottage on Friday, and return on Sunday. He promised that he would do his best to get me laid. He had every confidence that even I could get laid over the course of the summer. He shared that the down side would be that I would have to listen to his mother, also geeky friends, and the occasional virginal and unapproachable maiden daughter. Assuring me that he would try to leave some stray pussy on the beach for me, he headed out to recount his many adventures during holiday. A call from Karen affirmed the date of our travel to their cottage. She shared that she was really looking forward to the summer. She reminded me that I would have plenty of time to read and write and that the "work" was somewhat a sham, but, she doubted her husband would notice or care. The faithful day arrived. With Paul and his dad endlessly engaged in sophomoric conversation, I found myself in the backseat with Karen. She was impeccably dressed in a pair of shorts and had a blouse tied in a fashion to hold her breasts. Her appearance revealed a body that was well maintained, with toned muscles, and a mischievous smile that verbalized nothing and communicated everything. Their cottage was airy, had a great view of the beach and had a Master and two smaller bedrooms. After helping Karen with some kitchen items, I quickly unpacked and joined the others on the porch to watch the waves, walkers and sunning bodies. Our first evening found us dining at a nearby seafood restaurant where we might as well have been seated at two tables. Karen and I conversed while Paul and his dad commented on the waitress, diners, and women walking by on the beach. When asked by Karen if I found the waitress attractive, I timidly shared that I felt the breasts of the waitress screamed excess and, due to their artificial appearance, doubted that she would even know if you touched them. We both smiled as our eyes involuntarily met at Karen's well shaped but diminutive breasts. I was having visions of tactile as Paul and his dad were openly discussing tactics of meeting two young women at the bar. As the meal concluded, Paul and his dad said that they were not ready to return to the cottage and wanted to have a few more drinks. Karen cited the exertions of the day and asked if I would be willing to walk her back to the cottage. The look of delight on Paul's face was apparent little knowing that I too had an inner glow. As we parted, Paul looked at me and shared that I was never going to get laid unless I got out amongst them and that being "Joe Sensitive" was not the way. As we went our separate ways, Karen asked if I would mind walking back to the cottage using the beach route. Initially walking apart, we slowly began to walk hand in hand stopping to see the odd shell or debris washed on the beach. A driftwood log drew us as a magnet. The coolness of the evening caused her to move closer to me. I placed my arms around her and tentatively placed a kiss upon her exposed neck. With a sigh, she asked, "Do you really find smaller breasts attractive?" She smiled when I responded, "I will let you know if and when I see and feel them." Turning away for a moment, she removed her bra and partially unbuttoned her blouse. In a youthful voice she said, "Karen DeHoff, ready for inspection." I had not even dared dream of this moment and now it was here. Noting my hesitation, she placed my hands first on top of the blouse. Removing the final buttons, she gave me full access to her breasts. I do not know what I expected. Her breasts did have slight sag, but they felt wonderful. Thankfully the moon allowed us to be somewhat hidden but when she turned to me, I was greeted by her smile and fully exposed breasts. She reminded me to take my time as we had the entire summer. Guiding my hands and lips, I learned about enjoying a woman's breasts and of the many ways that one can create an ebb and flow of stimulation and joy. After a bit, she buttoned her blouse and we resumed our walk. Upon returning to the cottage, she gave me a kiss, I briefly enjoyed her breasts, and, turning to enter my room, she reached into the front of her shorts, inserted her fingers into her being, and placed her nectar upon my lips. She said, "I do enjoy working with a patient student, Lesson two tomorrow." I thought to myself, "Thank you Dr. DeHoff." After reliving every moment of our time together, I finally fell asleep. The next morning found Paul and his dad in rare form. They had decided to go sailing and were not at all disappointed when both Karen and I declined their day long sail. With almost a smirk, Paul suggested that they had met a couple of "people" that may be willing to sail today so if we were going to take a pass, he would call them. Feigning a lack of energy and/or willingness to consciously destroy her skin, Karen and I bid them farewell. Pulling me aside, Paul gave me the telephone number of, a girl named Andrea, one of his bimbos that he assured me "Would be a sure thing". I almost laughed when he suggested that I needed to run, not walk away from his mother as with her around there would be few opportunities to get laid. Proclaiming that Andrea was not bright but fucked like a minx, he joined his dad. Walking back into the cottage, Karen noticed that the bag of sunscreen she had carefully packed was still there but the two bottles of tequila bought for margaritas were not. After reading the paper and finishing a pot of coffee she suggested that we hit the beach before it was to hot. Seeing my look of disappointment, she said that school would be in session this afternoon and that there would be plenty of remedial instruction if I felt that I needed it. With a laugh I can hear today she said, "Oh come on, grab your suit and we can dress together in the master bedroom." Using hormone filled logic, to dress implied to undress which implied potential bliss. Literally seeing Karen in a new light, she closed the drapes overlooking the beach but left sheer curtains protecting our actions from being observed by those walking on the beach but allowing the room to be filled with sunlight. Laughingly proclaiming that my penis was evidence of my eagerness to resume our lessons, she shared again that I would have to wait for lesson two but she would give us permission to review lesson one. Now nude, I took her in my arms and, following her instructions, secured sounds of pleasure and the emanation of an aroma that I quickly associated with a woman aroused. Taking my hand and moving it toward her labia, she slipped both of our fingers into her core. Our lips and tongues dueled over the prize that the fingers had captured as she allowed my fingers to inflame her far beyond our experience of the evening before. In a sigh, she said, "You do make me feel wanted." Little did she know, I wanted her more than she could ever know but also knew that she would soon show me the passage leading to consistently pleasuring women young and mature alike. If possible, she was even sexier with her bathing suit on than nude. Yes, I had seen the bare canvass but her suit provided an allure that I could not in my youth explain. Mindful of potentially prying eyes, we made our way with our beach paraphernalia. Properly coated with lotion, we settled into our books and mindless banter. Though the cover partially hid us from observation, it was impossible not to be on display. Our most intimate exchanges were limited to blushes appearing on her face as she found me watching the rise and fall of her breasts and her amusement at my inability to hide my erection. We waded in the water and to my delight, and her dismay, a wave caught her. Soaking her bathing suit revealed the opaque nature of the suit and affirmed that she was one attractive and sexy woman. Walking back to our things, we lapsed into silence. Touching, yet not really touching, we were startled when the words, "Karen, is that you?" came from a woman approaching our oasis. "Gail" she replied, "When did you get down?" Karen introduced me to Gail and her daughter Diane, also a second year student at another university. Karen and Gail had met at one of the many obligatory social functions for professionals in their community, had taken an instant liking to each other, and in the course of time decided to invest in two beach cottages located side by side. "I assume that Richard and Paul are off on some adventure?" she asked, and was greeted by a roll of the eyes from Karen. The amusement in the eyes of both Karen and Gail at the discomfort I was feeling while standing and unsuccessfully attempting to ignore my erect penis was unnerving. Noting, but ignoring my discomfort, Gail and Diane joined us, Diane apparently unaware of their erection observations. Gail shared that her husband Doug was heading back to the city on Sunday so it would appear that we would have the opportunity to share some quality time in the coming days. I said that I would be working on some papers and poetry so I would be out of the way. To the contrary they replied almost in unison, suggesting that they both may want to be included in one of your poems or essays. Diane, speaking for the first time, said that she too wrote poetry and that she would welcome the opportunity to share some poems she was working on. With a knowing glance, Karen told Gail that as I was her houseguest, she would have the first claim to my time but as a friend, she was certain that I would be willing to share my time with her as well. "Who knows" Gail said, "perhaps we will even allow Diane to have some of his time but only after he has met our expectations and we are certain that he would be as beneficial to Diane as he surely will be to the two of us." "Thank you Dr. DeHoff (and Doug)." The implications of our conversation kept my erection in place. With anticipation, we left the beach. My penis led the way to the cottage to the clear and evident delight of Karen, walking beside me. Gail and Diane languidly moved further down the beach to my own delight at observing two very fine bottoms on two women I soon hoped to enjoy. One knew that she would soon enjoy herself with me while the other still assumed that we would only share poetry. Following a light lunch, Karen touched her wine glass with her fork and proclaimed that class was in session. Removing all but the sheets from the bed, I playfully removed her suit as she just as playfully removed mine. She engaged in a mock struggle to get the suit over my erection. Finally, we were both as nude as the day of our birth. With the sounds of the beach and a plaintive sax playing jazz, we began to renew our exploration. I knew that she would initially direct me but that in time I would be the one to direct the creation of the music of love. Her body was mine to enjoy and enjoy it I did. We jousted with tongues, she again shared secrets of breast and nipple stimulation and at long last we moved south. I could tell from her hesitation that she wanted to say something but was debating whether to do so or not. She directed me to her partially clad Mons while nature directed my mouth to cover it. A sigh greeted my ears as my tongue parted her lips and slowly moved in a fashion to allow collection of the nectar that she was so copiously providing. Though yet an apprentice, I allowed her to move her body to my ministrations and to slowly slide deeper into her being. Reversing our positions she gently enclosed my head with her legs while beginning to lick my penis and testicles. She uttered words filled with meaning yet words that were unintelligible. As my mouth and one hand played in the treble key, fingers of my other hand were playing bass and her rectum was filled with one knuckle then another. Rocking back and forth, our tempo quickened and to my delight, she rewarded my efforts with the first of many orgasms. The expulsion of her fluids seriously concerned the novice that I was. To my delight, her orgasm triggered my own and in moments we were again side by side cuddling and kissing as only new lovers ever do. I told her that she was amazing and she responded with a smile. In the afterglow of this new found pleasure, she shared many things that I had done that were pleasurable and suggested a few that we may also wish to consider at another time. Propping on her elbow she asked what I thought of her friend Gail. I told her I found her charming, attractive, but a bit of a flirt. Asking about Diane, I told her that she too was charming, attractive, but seemed to be one that would take time to get to know. She asked if I was disappointed that we had not had intercourse. I told her that I would let her continue to set the pace of the relationship which was going quite well in my view. Literally jumping on top of me, she placed her breasts to my lips, gave me a kiss, jumped off of the bed and headed for the shower. Shouting "Get it while it is hot" I raced to join her and again admire and enjoy her body. Slipping into shorts and a Polo shirt, we headed to the beach shopping area. Noting a drug store, I asked if she had sufficient lotion to treat our intrepid sailors to which she replied that she was going to enjoy their suffering. With bags filled with liquor, food and treats, we started our return. Salsa in bowls, chips open, and the sound of the blender making margaritas, the opening of the door and melodic voice of Gail alerted us that we had company. Hugging Karen she said "My almost sister, are you sure you know what you are doing?" In response, she said, "Yes I do, and so will you!" Not truly understanding the exchange, I poured the drinks and joined Karen on the glider on the porch with Gail positioning herself in a chair facing the two of us and away from the beach. Gail, noting our sense of tranquility simply smiled and asked if it was that good. Our smiles and quick kiss affirmed that it had been. "You brazen hussy," Gail laughed, "what if someone saw that?" "Why would anyone even think that anything was going on?" asked Karen. In response she said "They probably would not suspect anything except for the aroma of sweat and hot sex coming from the bedroom." Dashing up, she stripped the sheets, placed another set on the bed, and returned with as demure a look as one can have. In Karen's absence, Gail leaned forward enough to let me know that if I was interested, she would be willing to allow me to continue my notes of variations in women's breasts. Feigning the heat of the afternoon, she would periodically lift and wave her sun dress allowing passing and lingering glimpses at her equally well toned body. Being now fully restored from my earlier exertions, my erect penis brought a smile to her face and an acknowledgment that she too was quite capable of eliciting a young man's ardor. Needing to make another pitcher of margaritas, I returned to the kitchen. In my naiveté, I told Karen that I thought that Gail may have been flirting with me. She laughed and said that she hoped that she was as she (Karen) was not sure that she would be able to keep up with me and that she was actually counting on Gail to help out. Walking back with the pitcher, Karen hugged Gail and told her that of course she could, just be patient. Asking if she could just get a quick peek, Gail and I went to my room where she slipped off her sun dress as I removed my shorts. With my limited knowledge of women I could not then make an honest appraisal but can now tell you that I was one lucky son of a bitch. Her breasts were about B cups and her puffy nipples were off of the chart. She stoked my penis, gave it a quick kiss, and we returned to the porch. As one, we lifted our glasses and proclaimed that this would be the best summer ever. Thank You. Dr. DeHoff Gail's cell phone rang and upon concluding her conversation said that her husband Doug was bored to death and wanted to return to the city early. Karen told her to invite the two of them over for a drink and that we could all go out for dinner when the guys returned. He grudgingly agreed and soon five of us were watching the setting sun. Doug was an accountant and the only figures he was interested in manipulating were in columns. I hoped never to live long enough to lack interest in a woman like his wife or the wife of the good doctor. Though more interested in the "adult" side of the conversation, I was trying to include Diane whenever possible. I noticed that she did not have a drink, a trait that has saved many a co-ed from ruin. Though I had not actually paid that much attention to her, she too was quite lovely. She had her mother's stature and beauty, and, with the exception of being quite shy, would be an excellent college sweetheart. About the edge of Doug's impatience, the intrepid sailors returned. They were blistered beyond belief, had gone through both bottles of tequila, and were in serious pain. They were suffering from a combination of sun and alcohol poisoning. All they wanted to do was to undress, shower and head to bed. Dutiful wife that she was, after her men had showed, Karen put lotion on their bodies and sent them to bed. "Sadly", Richard said that he would keep Karen up with his moans so he told her that like it or not, he was going to take my bed and I could either share the bed with her or find my own damn place to sleep. He never wanted to sail again and he and Paul may not even come back next weekend. Upon hearing this "bad" news, Gail, Karen and I outwardly grimaced keeping our lips closed lest the shouts of joy be heard down the beach. Upon hearing this news, Doug announced he was going to grab a snack, go to bed and would also be leaving early in the morning. "Thank you Dr. DeHoff, Paul, and Doug." As tense as the evening before had been, laughter was the tone of this evening. Having had several cocktails at the cottage, the three of us declined the offer of a drink, leading Diane to pout. Giving into her insistence, she was allowed to order a cocktail and she seemed to be much more at ease than before. A band began to play and we enjoyed both collective and individual dances. Walking back to the cottages, I felt Karen hesitate as we neared the site of our first real embrace. Feigning a shell in her shoe, Karen asked that Gail and Diane walk on. Placing my hands on her breasts, she whispered, "Ready for lesson three?" Arriving at our respective cottages, Karen gave Diane a kiss on the cheek; Gail gave me a kiss and embrace that affirmed that her nipples were stiff and available; Gail and Karen shared a quick kiss leaving Diane and I doing the handshake / hug dance known so well by novices. Seeing our distress, Gail asked Karen if she would mind slipping into her cottage to see a purchase made that afternoon. With some sense of confusion then understanding, she assured her that she would. Turning to the two of us, Gail suggested that we walk for ten minutes or so allowing her time to show Karen her purchases and to also give her time to make appropriate sleeping arrangements for me. Reaching for my hand, Diane and I began our walk down the beach. We found ourselves holding hands and sitting in silence as we watched the lapping waves and bright moonlight from a rise. Turning to me she asked me if I wanted to kiss her. I told her that I did. While both of us were initially tentative, we both soon found that what had been a source of concern was now a source of pleasure. Taking my hand, she moved it to her breast and sighed. Instinctively reaching down, she touched my penis and again sighed. "Did I do that?" she asked. When I said she had, she replied, "I am glad because I did not know that I could do that to a man." Assuring her that she could and had probably done so many times before, the moon seemed to diminish as she kissed me again and positively glowed. Upon returning to the cottages she gave me a kiss, rubbed her charming breasts on my chest and told me that she was glad that I was not like that jerk Paul. She said, "You make me want to kiss you...you make me want to show you my breasts...I even think that I may want you to make love to me." With a sigh and once last hug, she dashed up the steps to their cottage. As I walked into our cottage I was greeted by Karen who was placing a pillow and a blanket on the couch. "Don't worry", she said, "it's just for appearances, that is, unless you have changed your mind." My deer in the headlight look made her laugh as she shared that in addition to lotion, and pain killers she had provided both her son and husband with some serious sleeping aids. She continued that they would probably be out until mid-morning so I could relax. Knowing what was about to happen made both us more reserved. Instead of hopping into bed and having a collective grope, we removed our clothing, got on the bed, but initially simply held hands. Again sensing her desire to share something with me, I said, "Tell me what is bothering you." Her response still brings a sense of well being to me these many years later. Very quietly she shared that she had met her husband in high school, they had dated throughout college, and that he had taken her virginity on their wedding night. Continuing, she said that in her lonely state she had allowed several men to kiss her, and once had actually undressed and was preparing to have sex before she came to her senses and left. With a sigh, she said that in her entire life she had only had intercourse with her husband. We were about to embark on a new voyage and she was both happy and sad. Her words had removed all barriers to our happiness and we took our next steps to bliss. Then the damn buzz of her cell phone took us from our reverie. Answering it I heard but one side of the conversation which was essentially: No, I have not had a chance to ask him No, we have not made love but were about to before the phone rang Yes, I promise that I will ask him Right now? Turning to me she said that it was Gail. She wanted to know if she can bring coffee by first thing in the morning. I replied "Why call at this time of the night to ask that?" Her response was that in addition to coffee she wanted to bring something fresh, hot, and sticky for you to enjoy. Picking up the phone I told her to go to bed as she would need her rest if I had anything to do with it. With a click the conversation ended and lesson three began. I was on my way to becoming a lover who would be in demand. Our movements became one and our demands of each other seemingly were met with little or no verbal communication. While expecting that there would be some pause before she allowed me to enter her the first time, there was none. It was a natural progression of kissing, fondling, probing, and consummation. I confess, it gave me great pleasure to know that this woman wanted me and had singled me out to share her pent up passion. Of equal joy was the knowledge that neither the father nor son had any clue about the sensual and giving nature of a woman they so callously ignored. With the light of early sunrise, I carefully washed myself and got on the couch. I was exhausted. Over the years I have found that at times Karen was solely focused on the intellectual side of our love making while at other times it was raw sex. While we made love many times, intermittent fucking provides an enjoyable diversion. Gail did come over that morning, took one look at me and went in search of Karen. The two embraced, shared mutual congratulations on a wonderful situation, and promised that while Gail would not have her turn quite yet, it would soon occur. Yes, she had brought coffee and something fresh, hot, and sticky for me to enjoy. Though declining that morning, Karen, Gail and I have established times for their individual and our mutual enjoyment. Eventually Diane was brought into our endeavors and as one may suspect, she was one who really enjoyed sex. I know that this is so as we married and now have a son and daughter. She had not one but two matrons of honor, Gail and Karen. That summer was memorable for many reasons. Paul, his dad, and Gail's husband Doug began to hang out and seldom bothered to call much less return to the cottages. Initially, Paul would call and accuse me of being a candy ass and suggest that I was never going to get laid. Once when he called, I took the call while Gail was astride me and I was enjoying those lovely puffy nipples. Over time, even those calls stopped. Several days after the infamous sailing trip two young women came by to share that they had now had canker sores and thought that the man and his son would like to know. Not a week later, a call from the local health department in the city revealed that the three amigos had shared a woman who had either given or had been given an untreatable form of syphilis. Divorce proceedings were commenced, the houses in the city were given to the guys and the women kept the more affordable cottages and sacks and sacks of money. That was the summer that I finally identified the logarithm that would allow one to reasonably predict the sequential responses in standardized tests. Today I live off of the franchise, licenses, and royalties from these reasonably simple mathematical formulae. If you have taken a course to allow you to perform better on the LSAT, SAT, and GRE, you probably have supported my life style. With my financial success, I have indulged myself by creating a foundation for syphilis research. To share that I truly appreciate the many lessons that Paul and his dad provided to me, I award a scholarship to a member of their fraternity each year and solicit applications from potential recipients at every athletic event. While one would expect them to be grateful, it appears that the naming my foundation The Richard and Paul DeHoff Center for Syphilitic Research has somewhat slowed the influx of women wanting to learn more about their fraternity members. We have torn down the two cottages and replaced the two with one more in keeping with our comfort and needs. The children share a wing with Diane and the term "Mother-in-Law" suite has taken on new meaning. Diane understands my weekly visits to their wing. Karen will always be my first real love and our time together is typically one of calm yet passionate love making. Gail will always be the one who expanded my knowledge. What we do could hardly be considered "making love" though I promise that it will change your life as much as a session of passionate love making. Diane and I will continue to work our ways through the book 365 days of Copulation Positions. As I reflect on that magical summer of 1978, time and again I want to thank you Dr. DeHoff, Paul, and Doug. The summer of 1978 lives for me today and much of it is due to those males like the three of you who ignore their wives and sweethearts allowing someone like me to enjoy the fruits of your ignorance.