Teacher
Teacher
"We?" "Yes we... if I'm going to be the impetus, then it's only fair I work with you to get you more under control." "Lesson four?" "Perhaps, I am the teacher," she answered, giving me a wink. During the next week, I was surprised by Joan, asking me out on a date. Of course, I did ask the obvious. "Are you sure... me?" She smiled warmly and nodded her head. "I thought we could go to the outdoor. Dirty Dancing is playing." "I'd like that... yeah, it's date." We set a time for me to pick her up and parted to attend our next class. On Saturday, I arrived at her house, just before sunset. Joan was waiting by the curb. "Hey, you been waiting long?" I asked. "No, your right on time," she replied, leaning to look into my car. I stretched to unlock the door, letting her get in. Wearing shorts, and a shawl covering her shoulders, her top remained hidden until we drove off. Asking about the shawl, she said it was in case it cooled off later. Paying attention to driving, I only caught her out of the corner of my eye as she removed the shawl and tossed it in the back seat. When I did take a glance her way I was shocked. She was wearing a crop-top, with her mid-riff exposed. "Nice," I commented, getting a wide smile and a thank you. The screen was just coming to life when we drove in and found a spot, along the back row. After getting the speaker hooked on the lowered window, Joan motioned for me to slide over. Having been on a date before, it was no big deal. I went to raise my arm, intending to place over her shoulders, but stopped. She gave me a funny look. "Sorry... may I?" I questioned. "Of course." Recalling my lesson, I slid my arm over, but left my forearm hanging off to the side, not trying to hang it over and down in front of her. Joan accepted what I was doing for a while. Finally, she turned to look at me. "Why are you being so shy?" she asked. "Shy? I'm... well, I just don't want you to think -" "Oh stop." Her comment came with grabbing my hand to bend my arm at the elbow, bring my forearm down in front of her. In my mind I kept repeating, remember lesson one - remember lesson one. Like my sister, Joan held my hand for a long time, in a manner that said no. It wasn't until Grey and Swayze were having a romantic moment that she changed her grip. Glancing at me, she moved her hand to place her palm on top of my hand. I felt the slight pressure downward, and gave into it. "Are you sure?" Taking a long look at me, she nodded, as my hand contacted her breast. "As long as it's between us - and Adam, I mean just between you and me." I closed my fingers around her ample tit and began to softly fondle it. Joan rested a hand on my inner thigh, letting me have my way. Her soft moan was loud and clear. Turning her head towards me she offered her pert, pink, lips. Swayze and Grey were about to do their water scene, when Joan fully turned. My hand came off her breast, but she took my other hand and brought it to her top, as her hand drifted higher on my inner thigh. "Go ahead," she whispered. Thinking of Lisa, I grinned, knowing I was being invited, and slipped my hand under her crop-top to capture her amazing tit. Larger than my sister's, it was a totally new experience. "Umm, you're so gentle... the other one, take the other one too," she moaned out. I'd passed the lesson one test and leaped over lesson two, as Joan's hand was palming my hard cock. It was here I had to be cautious. I kept my hands on her tits, working between them and her nipples. Growing ever more excited, I asked her a question even as we were kissing. "Do you have freckles on your tits?" "Yes," she answered breathlessly. "Where else?" "On my butt... oh God, you do that so well." "Will you show me?" "Yes... can I touch your cock?" "Yes." Removing my hand from her breast, I quickly fumbled getting my shorts opened for her, and then went back to fondling her tits. "Umm, you're so hard," she cooed out, gripping my shaft. I was confused. Seemingly at a cross roads, I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew enough not to be stupid and ruin what was happening between us. So, I asked. "Joan, can I touch you?" Pressing her lips to mine she nodded her head. I reached to undo her shorts. The scent of her sex, her pussy, came waffling up, as I pushed my hand inside. She broke off the kiss and gasped loudly, when I contacted her clit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's okay, it just felt really good... don't stop," she gasped out. Joan's stroking had my belly heaving in no time, and she pulled away slightly. "Adam... are you going cum?" "God, I'm sorry. It's my first time so I'm not too good at this yet." "It's okay, I don't mind," she managed to get out just before I exploded. Surprised, she jumped, but managed somehow to cup my cockhead, stopping me from shooting cum all over. In the light of the large outdoor screen, she smiled and then giggled out. "Holy shit, Adam!" I knew the answer, but asked anyway. "You're not there yet, are you?" "No, but I'm close. Keep going," she whispered. Joan kept her grip on my cock, even stroking it as I worked her sensitive clit. It wasn't all that long before her breathing changed. Her stroking me went spasmodic and she sent out a verbal warning of her rising orgasm "Ah, ah, ah...oh, oh ya... ya, ya... yes, yes... faster, rub it faster... oh shit... yes... YES!" I'd passed lesson three, still a premie, but I'd passed. On Sunday morning, I knocked on my sister's door. "Yeah?" "It's me, can I come in?" "It's not locked." Walking, I went to her bed and flopped down. "Well, do I dare ask how your date went?" "I could just kiss you," I sighed out. "Whoa... so it went well?" "I passed lesson three!" "Oh my God, are you saying -" "Yes!" I responded, cutting her off. "I'll be damned, my little brother is growing up. Did you cum early?" Rolling onto my side, I rested my head in my palm and nodded. "Yeah... but when she asked, I told her I wasn't too good at it yet." "I'm proud of you. Honesty goes a long ways. So, you squirted cum everywhere?" "No, I surprised her, but God she was amazing... she palmed my dick and held it there until I'd finished. She even kept stroking me until I got her off! Fuck what a night!" Lisa laughed and congratulated me, before telling me I needed to leave. "Gotta get dressed, we'll talk more later." In the afternoon, I found Lisa half reclined on a chase lounge chair, sunning herself. Shielding her eyes, she looked up and greeted me. "Hey, stud muffin!" "Hey - it's hot out here," I answered. "Ya... mom and dad gone?" "Yeah, went out with the Fergusons, why?" "Well, I was going to get a beer, but why don't you go grab two and join me." "Seriously?" "Yeah, we need to celebrate your first time!" Popping the tops off of the long necks, I joined Lisa. "Cheers!" she announced, clinking her bottle with mine. "First beer?" "Yup... thanks for treating me like a man," I replied. "So, after hearing about your night I got to thinking that there might be a lot more to our little miss Joan than meets the eye." "How so?" "Not sure, but from what you described I'd lay odds at a hundred to one she isn't a virgin," my sister commented, watching my reaction. "Huh, well she did admit she'd let her guard down once, and that's when the rumors started." "Ah ha! What she let down were her panties." "Seriously, you really think that?" "I do. I'd also lay odds that she isn't that much farther ahead of you, even though she spread her legs once." I nearly spit out my sip, hearing my sister's crude remark. "Jesus, Lisa!" "What? I'm not putting her down, I'm just saying... well, never mind. I'm definitely thinking we need to move on with our lessons," she replied, and tipped her bottle for a long draw. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?" "I am, aren't you?" "Yes, but I never thought you'd take your teaching to the length you are." "You mean, like hands on?" she asked, smiling. "Well, yeah. I lied to Joan last night, telling her it was my first time." "No harm, no foul, and it was your first time - with her. There's no reason to tell her about your teacher getting you ready, now is there?" "No." "Good and by the way, you could read every book on sex, even the Kama Sutra, but without experiencing it up close and personal you'll never fully understand. That's my enjoyment, and besides you have a very nice dick." "Thanks... Joan thinks so too," I replied and laughed. "Alrighty, let's start lesson four." "What?! Here?" "Yeah, why not. I can see you're hard and there's no one around. Take off your shorts," Lisa answered, sitting up. Despite her logic, I scanned the area before shoving my shorts and underwear down. "Jesus, you've got to stop wearing underwear... draw your chair up close, sit down and spread your legs." When I was in position, she leaned and dropped a large dollop of spittle on my cockhead, smearing it around and down my shaft. Her touch felt electric and I quivered. "Okay, this is an exercise we'll have to do more than once. I'm going stroke your cock, giving you a hand job. What I want you to do is focus on counting how many times my hand goes up and down your dick - got it? Don't think of anything else... just count." I nodded and as she began I counted. "One, two, three..." "Jesus, count to yourself," she said, looking at me and grinning. Oddly enough, it seemed to work. Closing my eyes, I counted away, as my sister talked. "This is called distraction. Your senses were heightened by anticipation and by distracting your thoughts you'll gradually learn to control what's building inside you. I'll know when you are getting to that point of wanting to release." True to her word, she did and she pulled her hand away. My eyes snapped open, almost pleading for her to continue. She shook her head and sipped her beer. "If you're going to cum in my pussy, you'll have to earn it. Calm down and we'll start again." My mind reeled with her comment. Pre-cum oozed from my cockhead and my belly quaked once, heavily. I was calming down when Lisa reached out to fondle my balls. "Have you ever noticed the size difference between the twins?" she asked, locking eyes with me. "Is this another take my mind off of things exercise?" "Nope, I just like rolling your balls," she quipped, reaching for my shaft. "Start counting." I'd gotten passed my first count when she noticed I was reacting again. This time she pressed her thumb hard against the base of my penis. "Let's see if this helps," she said, continuing her hand job. Amazingly, it seemed to, and I had to ask how she knew about it. Her answer was simple - I read. Lisa took me through a third reiteration before she dropped to her knees to take my cockhead into her mouth. Tilting my head back, I cried out the most intense orgasm of my young life. My sister's head bobbed up and down, happily taking all I had to offer. "Sorry, got excited myself, that was supposed to be in the next lesson," she said, after finally lifting off my cock. When I was finally able to talk, I told her she could start with that the next time. After one last slurping suck, she got up and handed me my clothing. I watched her saunter away, to grab another beer and grinned. My sister was... well, amazingly self-confident. Early to class, I was leaning with one foot on the floor and other against a locker when Joan approached. "Hi," she said, with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Hey, good morning." Turning, she mirrored my stance, with her shoulder pressed against mine. "I don't know what got into me Friday night. When you weren't being a jerk, I got so horny," she whispered. "Yeah, that makes two of us. You were incredible," I whispered back, feeling heat rising on my face. "Sorry about - you know." Joan gripped my arm and smiled. "I didn't mind - really. Do you think if we tried more often it would change?" "Are you saying...?" Joan smiled and eagerly nodded her head. "Yes, and I promised to show you my freckles... all of them," she said, again in a whisper, just as class was called. The one thought that ran through my mind was of Lisa, as I covered my crotch out of necessity, entering the classroom. Everything she was teaching seemed to be just before the real experiences of my life happened. Apparently, Joan wasn't kidding, as I found her leaning on my car after school. The afternoon sun made her red hair radiant. Shielding her green eyes, she waved and smiled. "What's going on," I asked. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to take me home?" she responded, twisting side to side with her hands behind her back. I could see the buttons of her blouse straining under the load of her exaggerated chest out stance. "Of course," I replied and unlocked the passenger door. Pulling up in front of her home, I put the car in park and turned to her, hoping for a kiss. Joan grinned and opened her door. "Shut the car off, my parents won't be home for hours." "Seriously, you want me to come in?" "Yes, I'll show you my room." I'll admit to being nervous, as I should have been. I walked into Joan's house for the first time, not knowing what to expect. She led me into the kitchen, to grab a couple Coke's, as I looked around. "Wow, nice place." "Thanks, here... my room is upstairs," she replied, handing over a can of Coke. Following her, I was treated with the sight of her rolling ass cheeks, as we walked up the steps. "Bathroom is there if need to... pee or anything," she pointed out. "Nah, I'm good." Joan's room was the last door on the left, and I walked into a girl's fantasy. Rainbows, unicorns, fairies, she had it all, including a canopy bed. "Take a seat, I'll be right with you, " she announced and walked into a closet. "You have quite the room," I called out. "Yeah, I think I got carried away, but it's all mine," she yelled back. When she walked out of her closet, I choked and then snorted Coke up into my nostrils, making my eyes water, along with getting a burning sensation. "Hey, are you okay?" Gasping, I held up my hand and coughed twice. Joan had walked out in only her underwear. "Ya, ya... swallowed wrong," I said, rubbing my eyes. "Good, I promised you so take a look," she replied. Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra, releasing her tits. She was within arms reached in front of me. "See, I have like this Milky Way sort of patch running across my boobs. What do you think?" she commented, twisting just enough to make her tits rock. "Wow, spectacular," I told her, and tentatively reaching to trace my index along the path of her freckles. Her nipples hardened and light goose bumps rose on the soft flesh of her boobs. "Ya, I like them... well, I do now. I didn't used to," she said, stepping closer. It was an invitation, as she had her nipples directly in front of my mouth. "You want me to suck...?" "Ah huh," she whispered, and placed her right nipple against my lips. Setting my Coke down, I sucked in a nipple and fondled the opposite breast, getting a loud gasping reply. "God, I've been thinking about this all day." Gripping my head, she pulled me off the first nipple, with a slurping, sucking, sound and moved me to the other. With free hands, I slid them around her hips and into the back of her panties, massaging her fine, plump, ass. "Ooo, I didn't think about that, "she cooed out. After several minutes of nipple and tit sucking, she gently pulled my head away. "There's more to see," she said, and turned around. Slowly, she wiggled out of her panties, which wasn't necessary, as another band of freckles was clearly visible, running across the top of her ass cheeks. When her panties were well below the lower curve of her ass cheeks, she turned slightly to look back at me. "Wadda you think about those?" I was speechless and rock hard. Silently, I leaned gripping her bare hips and planted kiss after kiss all around her butt cheeks. "Umm, I guess you like it," she whispered out, bending to jut her butt into my face. She had only to wiggle her legs to get her panties to drift to the floor, which she did. "Are you ready for the last one?" I groaned out a yes, certain what was coming. Joan took tiny steps, turning to face me and present her final patch of freckles. Clean shaven, her mound proudly displayed the tiny freckles. Forcing my eyes away, I looked up at her smiling face. "Can I...?" "Of course." Poking out between plump labia lips, her clit seemed to be begging to be touched. I did so, along with inserting a finger deep into her slit. "Oh my God!" Her legs buckled at my first touched, and she turned sideways to drop on her bed. Once again, I was in uncharted territory. "Are you sure they won't be home?" I asked, breathlessly. "I'm sure." Shaking in anticipation, I stripped down and Lisa words came to mind. Laying down next to Joan, I went back to her clit, as she began stroking me. I tried, I mean I tried valiantly to focus on anything, but what she was doing to me. "Feel good," she asked. "Ah huh... too good." "You're lasting longer, should I stop for a bit and let you catch me up to where you are?" she asked. I nodded, mercifully feeling her move off my throbbing penis. Refocusing, I sucked in a nipple and picked up speed rubbing her clit. I decided whatever happens - happens. Like Friday night she began sounding out her approaching climax. "Oh God... yes, yes, rub it... harder, faster... yeah, yeah." Closing in on her orgasm, she grabbed my cock, rapidly stroking me. "Jesus... yeah," I gasped out. "Yeah... you gonna cum... oh yes... with me?" A flurry of yeahs and yeses between us, brought us to climax. Unrestrained by the front seat of a car, Joan bucked and humped wildly against my hand, as she fought to continue jerking on my cock. Turned sideways to her, my cum streams shot out covering her belly. Body spasms went through us both, with Joan getting the best of me when she tightened her grip forcing the last of my cum out. "Holy shit, stop... please stop." Joan giggled and removed her hand. "Sensitive?" she asked, bring her hand up to lick cum off her fingers. "God, you have no idea," I gasped out. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I do. You better get dressed, I'm going to the bathroom." I put myself back together, feeling drained and righteously so. Joan walked back in, still naked and moved to kiss me. I held her tight, gripping her butt for the duration of the kiss. "Umm, God I needed that, thank you... and the kiss too." I sat on her bed, watching her dress. Picking up her bra, she asked for help and I hooked the back clasps for her. Turning she reached in to adjust her tits, smiling over my watching. "Guess I won't be blushing anymore," she said, moving between my legs for another kiss. "Joan, can I ask you a question?" "Of course, what is it," she replied, reaching for her panties. "You said you let your guard down once... did you lose your virginity?" With only one leg in her panties, she sat down next to me and sighed out. "Would it make a difference to you if I said yes?" "No... not at all. You're incredible. I just hope you weren't forced." "God, you are the sweetest. I take it you're still a virgin." Smiling, I nodded. "Guess it's easy to tell, huh?" Forgetting her panties, she stood up and push me over on her bed, climbing on top of me, dropping down to find my lips. Breathless after the kiss, she raised just enough to keep her lips in contact with mine. "We could fix that next time," she whispered.