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Learning Curves
I was more than a little nervous. Rickie had started kindergarten in the fall, and this was the first parent teacher conference. I'd met the teacher, Ms Noi, back at the start of the term, but we hadn't really talked. Now she greeted me with a warm smile. "Rickie's dad, right?" she said.
"Yes, that's right," I answered.
She told me to have a seat. "Rickie's doing just fine," she said. "He's a little shy, but he seems very advanced for his age."
"Probably takes after me," I said. "I mean about the shyness, not the advanced."
Ms Noi smiled again. "It's unusual to get just the father," she said. "Usually we get just the mother. Especially during the day."
I nodded. "It's no problem for me in the afternoons," I said. "I'm an artist, or trying to be, and my studio is at home."
Ms Noi nodded, waiting for me to continue.
"My wife is... well, she's my ex-wife. She's pretty much out of the picture as far as Rickie is concerned."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Ms Noi said.
"Yes, well, during the day, when he's not at school here, his grandmother—that's my wife's mother, my ex-wife's mother, watches him. So it's not as if he's... as if I'm... as if..." I didn't know quite what I was trying to say.
"Well, it seems to be working out," Ms Noi concluded, and then she told me more about how Rickie was getting along in the class and what the plans were for the weeks before Christmas break. She handed me a folder with some of Rickie's artwork, and we shook hands before I took my leave. I liked the feel of her hand in that brief moment, and her smile, and her warmth, and I wished we had more than fifteen minutes, but other parents were waiting.
On the drive home I thought of little else but Ms Noi. Her youthful appearance and her soft voice, the gleaming helmet of her short dark hair, the feel of her hand, and the smile in her eyes. Also, of course, I was glad that Rickie was doing well. I wondered whether I should share any of the information with my ex-wife, Katy. I'd tell the details to Katy's mother, I decided, and her mother could pass on what information she deemed appropriate. The truth was Katy and I had had little communication since the divorce, which had occurred during Rickie's first year. Katy had decided she was a lesbian and she was going to make a life with her lover. To be fair, I do think Katy was a lesbian all along, though maybe she didn't know it; even if she did, it was clearly a struggle for her. Having a child might have been her last-ditch attempt to live a "normal" life. During her pregnancy she grew more and more depressed, and after Rickie's birth it only got worse. I tried my best to help her, but I didn't know what I was doing. In a way, it was a relief when she left. I hoped she was leading a happy, fulfilling life. I worried a little about how to "handle" the subject of his mother with Rickie, but so far it hadn't been an issue. Katy's mother, who lived not far away, had immediately volunteered to tend Rickie as much as needed, and I relied on her perhaps more than I should have, but she truly didn't mind, at least as far as I could tell, and Rickie loved her unconditionally.
Exactly a week after the parent teacher conference, I received a telephone call from Ms Noi. "Can we meet?" she asked.
"Um, sure," I said. "Is it about Rickie?" Immediately I thought, how stupid. What else could it be about?
"It's nothing he's done," Ms Noi assured me.
"Good," I said. "I mean, I guess it's good."
She didn't tell me whether it was good or not. She asked if I could meet her in her apartment the next afternoon, explaining that there wouldn't be rooms available at the school. "That's fine," I said, and she gave me directions.
Ms Noi lived on the second floor in a new complex on the far side of town. She welcomed me with a soft smile and a brief handshake. "Thanks so much for coming," she said, "and please excuse the appearance of the place. I'm just moving in."
In fact the living room was almost empty. There was a table and a couple of tall chairs, and against one wall a stack of boxes, some of them with the tops opened. She pulled one of the chairs to a place in the center of the room. "Please have a seat," she said, and then she moved the second chair a few feet from the first and sat in it. She was wearing a red, strapless dress and when she sat the dress came up her thighs several inches above her knees. I couldn't help but look. I also noticed that she was barefoot. Her toenails were painted black, with some kind of intricate design, as were her fingernails. I was trying to remember if her fingernails had been painted the week before. "So..." she said, "I would offer you something to drink, but unfortunately my refrigerator is empty. As I said, I'm just now moving in."
"That's okay," I said.
We sat there smiling at each other. She crossed her legs. Her dress rode up a little more. I started to get a bit nervous. She put her hand on the hem of her dress. I thought she was going to pull it down, but she pulled it up an inch or two. "Can I ask you something?" she said.
"Ah, sure," I said.
"You said you were a painter, right?"
"Right."
"Do you think you might like to paint me?"
This took me aback. I didn't quite know how to answer.
"Is it that you don't find me attractive enough?" she asked.
"Oh, no," I said. "You're... you're very attractive, but..."
"But you'd need to see my tits first?"
"Oh, no," I said, without really thinking.
"You don't want to see my tits?"
"Oh, sure, I'd love to see your tits," I said, again without really thinking. "I mean I..."
Ms Noi raised her hand to the bodice of her dress and slowly pulled it down, exposing her breasts. My eyes darted from her breasts to her face to her breasts. She had exceptionally lovely breasts.
"Do you think they're beautiful?" she asked. "Do you find them exciting?"
I had to swallow a few times before I could speak. "Very beautiful."
"But not exciting?"
"Yes, very exciting."
"Let's see," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'd like to see how excited you are," she said.
"Oh," I said. "Um, I'm still not sure what you mean."
"I mean I'd like you to stand up and take off your pants so I can see your cock."
I swallowed again. "I'm not sure that this..."
"I showed you my tits, didn't I?" Her smile was beguiling. "So now it's only fair... isn't it?"
"I... I guess so." I stood up. I unbuckled my belt. "Are you sure this is...?"
"Go ahead please."
I finished unbuckling my belt. I undid the button of my jeans and started to tug down the zipper. My fingers were trembling. Ms Noi had her eyes fastened to my hand. She looked up. She said, "Maybe it would be easier if you took off your shoes and socks first. Otherwise, your jeans might snag on your shoes. Does that make sense?"
I said that it did, and I sat down and removed my shoes and socks. Then I stood up and finished taking off my pants.
"The underwear, too," Ms Noi said.
I did as she asked.
"Very nice," she said. "Take off your shirt so I can see it better. The flaps are in the way."
I took off my shirt.
"That's perfect," Ms Noi said. "You have a very handsome cock, and not too large and not too small. Sucking a cock that's too big can get tiring."
I swallowed again.
"And I can see you are excited," she continued. "I'm excited too. Can you see how my nipples are getting all fat and stiff, just like your cock?"
I swallowed and nodded.
"Come closer so you can see better," she said. She pushed the bodice of her dress all the way down to her waist where the material folded upon itself. Then her hands went back to her breasts, beneath them, and lifted them up as if presenting them to me.
I took a step toward her.
"Closer," she said. "Oh yes, I am getting excited. My pussy feels all moist and swollen. My clit is tingling. Do you know what that means?"
"That you're excited?" I said.
"Right," she said. "You're so smart. Now, what I want you to do is brush the head of your penis over one of my nipples. Don't be shy. Rub it around and around and back and forth."
I did as she asked, around and around, back and forth. When clear fluid began to seep from the slit of my penis and coat the puffy flesh surrounding Ms Noi's nipple, I stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Ms Noi asked. "That felt so good."
"Because I might..."
"Because you might come?"
"Uh-huh."
"But I want you to come."
"Some of the stuff might get on your dress."
"That's okay," she said. "Go ahead. Make yourself come on my tits."
I did as she requested. It didn't take long. Streams of semen jetted out, splashing her breast, dripping down her stomach and onto her dress.
"Good boy," she said. "Squeeze out the last few drops."
I did as she asked.
"I guess that should do it," she said.
It took me a few moments to catch my breath. "About me painting you..." I started to say.
"Oh, I think you painted me just fine," she said. "You can get dressed now."
"I can?"
She nodded. Her eyes had a sad, solemn look.
I took a deep breath. "So this didn't have anything to do with Rickie?"
"Oh, it did," she said. "It does." She frowned. "And I am sorry about that. I'll miss him. He's a very good boy."
"What do you mean?"
"It turns out Katy and Gail do want Rickie. They're going to New Zealand and they want him. I believe they're collecting him right now. Just in case you might object, they wanted some insurance. The video of what you just did, properly edited, should do the trick."
"You're kidding," I said.
She shook her head. "Sadly, no. But if it makes you feel any better, I think you're a nice man, and if I liked men, I think I might fancy you myself. It's hard to say about that kind of thing. You should get dressed now, and go home, and get on with the rest of your life."
I did as Ms Noi asked.
END
I've included this as an illustrated story, but only because I illustrated it while working on it. I decided that the illustrations did not add anything to the final story. But if you would like to see these illustrations, you can find them on my flickr.com page, listed below, along with a number of other illustrations. You will need to set your level of safety so that you can see restricted images.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
