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The Biology Lesson

?Jimmy, can I speak to you for a minute.?, says Miss DeLeon, my homeroom Biology teacher. I hang a back a minute while the classroom empties.

?Jimmy, I need some help later tonight at the house. I have a large box being delivered and it will be too heavy. Will you be able to help me??

?No problem Miss. Happy to help. I have track practice after school so I can come by around 7, will that work??

?Sounds great Jimmy. And thank you. See you then.?

Walking out into the hallway my buddies, Sam, Mike, and Joe are waiting on me. ?What was that about?? Sam asks with a sly grin.

?Nothing, just something about last week?s test.?

?Yeah right.?, teases Mike. ?Man, I wish she would ask me about my test.?

Joe joins in, ?I could so do that?I would??

?Cut it out guys?, I chided.

Miss DeLeon had been my homeroom teacher for the last two years. I was in my senior year in high school and just a couple of months from graduation. She was in her early 30?s I guess.What the guys didn?t know, and what I certainly wouldn?t tell them, is that Miss DeLeon was also my neighbor. We lived in a small cul de sac on the edge of town. She knew my parents well and they would often talk in the front yards like most good neighbors do. I don?t think Miss DeLeon was ever married. She mostly kept to herself and we would occasionally see her walk her dog in the evenings. I would often wave and she would smile warmly and wave back.

During my sophomore year I heard through the gr*pevine that Miss DeLeon was taking a leave of absence. Something about a surgery and needing a long recovery period. When I mentioned it to my parents that night at dinner my mom said, ?Oh yes, I saw her the other day. She said she needed knee surgery and had to take time off. Long recovery I guess.?

That weekend I was doing my chores and while mowing the front yard I noticed that Miss DeLeon?s lawn was in need of some attention. The grass was getting taller and growing into the sidewalk. Without stopping the mower engine, I pushed it to her front yard and started mowing. I didn?t go in the back yard. The side gate was closed and it felt a little like trespassing. I continued that ritual for the next couple of weeks?mow our yard and then mow Miss DeLeon?s yard.

After about the third week I saw Miss DeLeon watching through the window. She caught my eye and mouthed the words, ?Thank you.?. I coolly gave her a thumbs up sign and said, ?No problem.? Without missing a beat I pointed to the back yard. She instinctually knew I was asking for permission to mow the backyard and gave me a positive nod.

I kept mowing her yard until I saw her back in school. One day when we passed each other in the hallway she again mouthed the words, ?Thank you.? and I nodded back.

I never told my parents what I did and Miss DeLeon never really mentioned it either. But in those moments a friendship was formed. I didn?t mow her yard to get attention, get better grades, or to get paid. I did it just because it felt good.

Over the next two years she and I would be kind, yet distant and cool to each other at school. She knew I would feel uncomfortable if she treated me special. And I liked it that way. Our friendship was like an unspoken secret.

But at home it was different. She had our phone number and often asked my mom or dad if I could come over and help out with something. Sometimes it was the gutters. Sometimes it was just to help lift something heavy. My mom and dad never really thought much of it. They loved the fact that I was willing to help out a neighbor and friend of the family.

There was a certain, soft-spoken kindness about Miss DeLeon. You could see it her face. It was the way she smiled, the way she laughed, and the way she looked at you with her eyes. She was certainly attractive?medium length blonde hair, large bright eyes, and a shapely body that would make most women jealous. But it was her kindness about her that made her the most attractive. When you talked she would listen intently. Everyone always felt good around her. She had a knack for making everyone, students and teachers alike, feel special.

After track practice I arrived at 7PM as promised. On the front steps was a very large box. It was a new gas grill. I rang the doorbell and Miss DeLeon immediately answered.

?Ah, you?re here. Thanks so much for doing this. I had this delivered and there is no way I could move this to back porch to put together.?

?No problem Miss. Happy to do it.?

The box was heavier than I thought it would be. Getting it around the side of the house and onto the back porch was very difficult. She was watching, so somehow I found a little extra strength. I felt like if I couldn?t lift that box it was somehow letting her down.

?Thanks so much Jimmy. I guess I?ll put that thing together this weekend.?

?I?d be happy to put it together Miss.?

?I couldn?t ask you to do that. Don?t you need to be home??

It was a Friday night and my parents were out of town for the weekend so I was on my own. I was happy to have Miss DeLeon as company so putting her grill together seemed like a good way to spend my evening.

I spent the next hour pouring over the instructions and assembling the grill. I had put things together with my dad before, so it wasn?t like reading directions and using tools was new to me. But this felt different. I had confidence with the tools in my hand knowing someone else was trusting me to do this on my own, especially someone I admired, and let?s face it, who was also quite attractive.

When I finished assembling the grill I knocked on the back door. She came out and with delight said, ?Oh that?s fantastic! Thank you Jimmy. I can?t wait to use it. But you know what? You were the one who put together so why don?t you be the one to take it on it?s first run. I have a couple of steaks in the fridge. What do you say??

?Sounds great?, I responded. ?How do you like your?s cooked??

?Medium well. Just a little red in the middle. I?ll go get the steaks and make a couple of sides while you grill.?

Miss DeLeon had a way of making me feel older than I really was. Just in the matter-of-fact way she trusted me to put together her grill and now to cook for her.

Her back porch was enclosed and had a small table with two chairs. Just as I finished the steaks she came out with two plates.

?That one is yours.?, I said as I put one steak on the plate in her left hand. ?I hope I got it right.?

She had prepared corn on the cob and some rolls. She cut into her meat, took her first bite, looked at me and said, ?Perfect.?

We ate mostly in silence but occasionally made small talk. We never spoke about school and I?m glad. Talking about school would have immediately put us in to student/teacher mode and ruined the evening.

When we were done eating there was a long silence. Miss DeLeon seemed to be lost in thought. Then out of the blue she said, ?Jimmy, I have something to ask you. Please don?t worry about hurting my feelings. Just be honest.?

?Ok, sure. Anything Miss. What is it??

?What do the kids at school say about me??

?Ummm?, I stammered. ?What do you mean? I guess?everyone likes you. You?re very kind and a good teacher. No one says anything bad about you.?

She could easily sense my hesitation. ?That?s not what I mean. What do the boys say??

I knew what she meant. She wanted to know if she was seen as a sexual object or if they really did respect her as a teacher.

?Miss, well, yeah. The guys, they uh, well, they uh?

?They what? Jimmy, you won?t hurt my feelings. Just be honest.?

?They think you are very pretty Miss. And well, guys will be guys I guess. They just don?t know how to act around attractive women. So they, well, they??

?Make rude remarks??

I froze.

?It?s ok Jimmy. Never mind. I shouldn?t have asked and embarrassed you.?

She shook her head as though she were brushing off some bad thoughts. ?Enough about me. Tell me about you. Do you have a girlfriend? I?m sure there are a lot of girls that would love to go out with you.?

Without knowing it, she hit a nerve that was sensitive. All through high school my confidence level around the girls was very low. Every time I met a girl I liked, it seemed she would start going out with someone else. What really bothered me was all the really pretty girls would go out with the boys with the lowest grades and always getting into trouble. It was frustrating. In spite of my good grades and never getting into trouble, the girls never seemed to be attracted to me.

Miss DeLeon could see my hesitation. ?Didn?t you go to Homecoming last fall with someone? What was her name??

?Susan. Susan White? I responded.

Her face lit up. ?Oh yes, Susan. She?s very pretty. Well? How did it go? Did you have a good time??

I gave a sarcastic smile. ?Uh, yeah. Great time. Best date EVER.?

?Uh oh. What happened??, she asked. ?Jimmy, listen. It?s just you and me here. I won?t tell anyone. What happened??

She had a way about her that made you trust her and feel safe. Suddenly, I felt my heart open up.

?It?s a little embarrassing actually. I guess looking back on it I have to laugh.?

I continued, ?I drove her home after the dance and walked her to the front door of her house. I thought we had a good time and we were clicking. So I tried to kiss her.?

Her face beamed. ?Yes, and??, she asked with baited breath.

?Well, just when I leaned in, she turned her head and I found myself kissing her cheek. She ran into the house. I was so embarrassed.?

I expected Miss DeLeon to laugh. She didn?t. She looked at me and said, ?Oh no. I?m so sorry. That must have hurt.?

I felt a huge weight taken off my shoulders. In hindsight, the whole ?cheek kissing incident? was rather silly. But at the time, it was really bothering me and to an 18 year old boy, it shook my confidence. Being able to tell Miss DeLeon about it was not only a relief, but it felt good.

?So what about other girls? I?m sure you?ve been going out with someone.?

?No. There?s no one. Too much time studying and running track I guess.? I lied. I was just lacking in confidence to talk to the girls, much less ask them on a date.

Turning serious she looked at me and said, ?Jimmy, can I ask you something??

?Sure.?

?Have you ever kissed a girl??

My heart jumped into my throat and I felt my face turn flush. I even felt my eyes starting to well up. ?No?, I said in embarrassment.

She could sense she struck a nerve. She reached over the table and put her hand on my forearm. ?It?s really not that big of a deal. You?ll find someone. And trust me, when you kiss her, she will melt.?

With a jolt she firmly patted my arm a couple of quick pats and with a confident and happy tone she said, ?Know what? We are going to fix this right here and now. Stand up Jimmy.?

?Huh, what do mean??

She stood and motioned me to the other side of the table. ?Stand up. C?mon, no arguing.?

I stood and walked to other side of the table. This was the first time I was acutely aware of our height difference. I was about 8 inches taller.

?Jimmy, I want you to kiss me. Just think of it as practice. The next time you are in a situation with a girl you will know exactly what to do.?

I nearly passed out. It?s now or never. Go for it. I thought to myself.

From a foot away I bent down and put my lips on hers. They were softer than I had imagined. They lingered there for a second and I pulled away.

?Jimmy, that was nice. But you didn?t kiss me like you would have kissed a girl that you really liked. Think of me as Susan and this is a do-over. I know you?ve imagined in your mind what you really wanted to do, so close your eyes, use your imagination, and kiss me again. I won?t judge you and trust me, you can?t mess up. And if you are open to it, I might give you a pointer or two.?

?Are you really sure? I mean, this feels a little weird.?

?Yes, I?m sure. It?s just the two of us. I want to do this for you. You?re a great guy, but I can tell you are uneasy about girls. You really shouldn't be.?

My confidence level surged. The only time I felt this same rush of adeline was in junior high when my friends were daring each other to jump off a 20 foot cliff into the river at summer camp. It was a sense of wild abandonment, not knowing what was on the other side, but rushing headlong anyway.

I touched her shoulders and drew her in close to me. I then placed my hands on either side her face, closed my eyes, and pressed my lips to hers. Part of me was in the moment and the other part of my mind was trying to remember what I had seen in movies. And then something happened I never expected. She put her arms around me and began kissing me back.

We kissed for several seconds before I pulled away, still holding her. Her eyes were closed and she whispered, ?Jimmy, you have NOTHING to worry about. That?was?fantastic.?

I was on top of the world.

We sat back down in our chairs. ?There. Feel better??, she asked.

I smiled, ?Yes. Thank you.?

?Jimmy, listen, you are a great guy, but you need confidence. Girls LOVE confidence. Once you have that, girls will come flocking.?

?But all the really pretty girls seem to go for the really bad guys. I don?t understand. What is it about girls that make them like certain guys instead of others??

?Jimmy, you have to understand that girls in high school are also trying to figure out boys just as much as boys are trying to figure out girls. They are growing up too. And sometimes they misplace their attraction of confidence in someone who is really insecure, but shows out in arrogance and cockiness, sometimes by doing things that really aren't smart. Make sense??

?Yeah, I guess.?

?But here is the good news. Girls grow up too. And one day some girl will look at you and think you are the greatest guy in the world. She will want to get to know you better. And when that happens, you need to be ready. You need to not only be sure of yourself, but you need to know how to treat her. When that happens, well?it?s special.?

I hung on her every word and wanted to know more. I also wanted to open up to her and ask her anything. I felt like I had been given a gift of a great teacher. Not just a teacher in school, but someone I could trust.

?Thank you Miss. That really helps. Can I ask you something??

?Yes, of course.?

?I have so many questions, and I don?t really have anyone to ask. If I ask you some questions, do you promise not to laugh??

?Of course I won?t laugh Jimmy. Ask me anything. I?m happy to help you any way I can.?

I smiled. ?Ok, here is a tough one?I don?t know your first name. What is it??

She laughed. ?Hey, you said you wouldn?t laugh.?

Still chuckling, she said, ?No, it?s not that. That?s just not a question I expected. My name is Claire.?

?Claire. I like that. I never would have guessed it though.?

Turning a bit more serious, she said, ?I really wasn?t kidding though. Ask me anything. Consider this your chance to understand girls better.?

It felt like a dare to ask her something that might shock her. So I tested the waters a little bit, ?Ok, well, if I can ask you anything, how about this?The guys at school always talk about how big their, well, you know. So here is my question?for a girl, does size really matter??

I expected her to either laugh or leave in disgust at my question. She did neither. In a very matter-of-fact tone she said, ?Well, yes and no. You see, if you were to ask a girl to list 100 things she thinks is important in a guy, I seriously doubt the size of his penis would make the top-10.?

When she said the word ?penis? I knew I was in for an interesting evening. It felt like the gloves were off and this conversation would be like no other.

?The size of the penis can be important in lovemaking, but it?s not THE most important thing. You have to understand that the most erogenous zone for a woman isn?t between her legs, it?s between her ears. A woman?s attraction to a man isn?t about his size, it?s a lot more complicated than that. Once a woman decides she is attracted to you, then it?s up to you to use her mind to arouse her. It?s how you talk to her, how you treat her, and finally it?s how you touch her. When sex does happen and you really want to satisfy her, it will be how you use your hands and your lips that will be the most important. Yes, the size of a penis can create different sensations for a woman, but a man with a small penis that knows how to treat a woman will always win out over a jerk with a large one. Make sense??

?Absolutely. That makes a lot of sense.?

She continued, ?You know, what?s interesting is that women have the same insecurities about their breast size as men do about their penis size. But let me ask you this, if a woman showed you her breasts would you complain that they were too small? Or would you be happy that a woman did that for you??

?Miss, if I saw a woman?s breasts, I think it would be the greatest day of my life.?

She laughed. ?Exactly my point. Size wouldn?t matter. Men are visually stimulated and women are emotionally and mentally stimulated. The way to turn on a woman is through her mind. It?s not just by complementing her, but by making her laugh. It?s about making her feel safe, loved, and special. Ok, what else? Ask anything??

?Have you ever been married? How do you know so much??

?I was engaged once. A long time ago. But it didn?t work out. That experience taught me a lot about what I like, but more about what I didn?t like.?

I could tell I struck a nerve with her and thought it was best I change the topic. I enjoyed her candor with me and I didn?t want it to end. But at the same time, I wanted to get to know her more.

So I asked a different question, ?Is there anything about you that you are insecure about? You don?t have to tell me if you don?t want to.?

She gently smiled, ?You know, I talk a good game about ?size doesn?t matter?, but really, I?ve always been self conscience about my own breasts. I don?t like how they hang and I wish they were a cup size bigger.?

Her answer really surprised me. To me, she was beautiful. The sun had gone down and she was illuminated by the soft glow of the porch lights. The look of her in the light combined with the intimate talk we were having was really starting to get me aroused.

?Miss, honestly, I think you are absolutely beautiful?your eyes, your hair?everything. And any man would be lucky to be able to see your breasts.?

When I said those words I could see a certain vulnerability in her eyes. She was touched. A deep intimacy and connection was suddenly between us.

?Jimmy, have you ever seen a woman?s breasts before??

?Once. In National Geographic.? I think every boy my age back in those days, prior to the internet and available porn, would have said the same thing. Back then, to me, the female body was just as far away and unattainable as Mount Everest.

?Jimmy, it?s not that big a deal. Breasts are just one part of the body. I don?t mind showing you mine.?

For the second time that night my heart leapt into my throat. She stood up and I was suddenly aware of what she was wearing. It was a green and white sun dress. She unbuttoned a few buttons in the front, not in a seductive way, but in a very purposeful and confident manner. Almost as if she were back in teacher-mode and this was a biology lesson. She dropped her dress down to her waist and underneath was a plain white bra. She could have stopped there and I would have been happy. And then there was a moment I?ll never forget. She reach behind her, unclasped the hooks and let the bra fall to the ground. She stood there allowing me to take in the sight.

I stammered, ?Miss, they?re so?so?amazing!?

I felt that just as she had given me confidence minutes ago after kissing, I had now returned the favor by complementing her about something she was self-conscious about.

?Would you like to touch them so you know what they feel like??

It felt like a rhetorical question to me. Of course I would. She walked over to my chair and stood in front of me. She took my hands and ran them up her sides and onto her breasts and across her nipples. I felt them harden under the touch. She let go and allowed me caress and explore as I pleased.

?Miss, can you show me how to touch them. Show me what feels good to you.?

I moved my hands away and she reached beneath them, lifting and squeezing. And in one smooth motion gently pinched her nipples.

Without speaking, she grabbed my hands again as if to say, You try it now. I attempted to mimic what she had just done. But in reality, my hands were on auto-pilot. My fingers had a mind of their own and were on the happiest journey of their life.

?Well? What do you think??, she asked. ?Do they feel like you expected??

?Better!?

Again, she laughed. ?Ok, well, now you know.? She pulled her dress back up, not bothering to put her bra on and sat down in her chair.?

It was at that moment I became aware of the massive and almost painful erection in my pants. I felt a sudden sense of embarrassment. Oh please, please, let?s not stand up just yet. Give me a minute.

?Anything else you?d like to know??, she asked, as if class were in session.

?Anything??

?Yes, anything!?

?Well, the guys a school brag about having sex. I know they are lying, but they brag anyway. They said they like make a woman scream. Why would a woman scream during sex? Does it hurt??

?It can hurt if a guy is too rough and doesn?t know what he is doing. But sometimes a woman does actually scream?in pleasure. Jimmy, do you know what an orgasm is??

I heard the word before and I thought I knew what it meant. And I knew the mechanics of how babies were made. I just thought an orgasm was what a man did to put sperm into a woman to make a baby. But the idea of a woman screaming in pleasure, well, that was certainly new to me.

?Jimmy, just like a man can have an orgasm, so can a woman, but it?s a little different. When men orgasm, semen comes out and the orgasm is over. But for women, an orgasm is something that not only builds and builds, but it can last for a long time. And yes, sometimes it can be intense enough that not only does the woman moan in pleasure, but they might scream too.?

She could tell all of this was news to me. ?Ummm, how? I mean, how does a woman have an orgasm? How long do I have to, uh, you know, to make her??

?You mean how long do you have to have your penis in her for her to have an orgasm??

I?m glad she said it and I didn?t. ?Yes. That.?

?Well, I?m about to tell you something that most guys your age don?t know. A woman doesn't have to be penetrated to have an orgasm. In fact, more often than not, a woman has a more powerful orgasm without penetration.?

Ok, now I was really confused. And she could tell.

?A woman?s vagina is a complex thing. It is a bundle of nerves and most of those nerves are in something called the clitoris. When that is stimulated just right, a woman can have a powerful orgasm.?

She was now speaking a foreign language to me. She sensed how lost I was so she tried to describe it using her hands, pointing out to me the different parts of a woman?s anatomy. It felt so odd that we were talking about something so personal and so intimate like it was just another biology lesson. But there was also something so kind and so understanding in the way she was teaching me.

She suddenly stopped talking, sat back in her chair and said, ?Well, you?ve already seen the top half of me, why don?t I just show you the real thing so you?ll know what I?m talking about.? She stood up, grabbed my hand and said, ?Come with me.?

She opened the glass sliding door and led me into the house. She held my hand as we walked down the hall and into the bedroom. I had been in her living room before when I helped her with some chore. I don?t even remember what it was, but I had never seen her bedroom. It was very simple. Just a bed, a dresser, and a nightstand with a lamp and a clock. On the dresser was a picture of an older couple, which I assumed was her parents. There were no other pictures in the room to give me a clue about her life.

?Sit on the edge of the bed.?, she gently commanded and I complied with her request. With little fanfare she unbuttoned the front of her dress once more. She let the dress fall to the floor and stood facing me wearing just her panties. I couldn?t breathe. She was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life.

?Ok, I?m going to show you a few things. You are free to touch whatever you like. Just be gentle, ok?.

?Uh uh?.

She put her fingers in the bands of panties and slid them to the floor. She sat next to me on the bed, readjusted a couple of pillows, laid back and spread her legs.

I took in the sight of something I always dreamed about. And there she was, a woman, a very beautiful woman, completely naked, completely vulnerable, and giving herself to me to explore and learn.

?Well, go ahead. Touch it. It doesn?t bite.?

I reached out and touched the lips of her pussy as gently as I could. It was though I was petting a very small animal with one finger.

?Do you remember all the parts I told you about outside? I?ll give you a name, and you touch me there to see if you remember.?

She walked me through the outer labia, the inner labia, the vaginal opening, and the urethra. I must have paid attention, because I got them all right.

?Now for the tricky part. Can you find my clitoris?? She asked me like it was bonus question on a pop quiz. As a straight A student I hated it when I didn?t have the answer. With confidence I spread her lips open with my left hand and with my right hand I pulled back the clitoral hood. Up popped a small, red bump. I touched it with my index finger.

?That?s, UH, yes, that?s it.? Her hips jerked as I touched it. ?Sorry, it?s a little sensitive. A lot of women don?t like it touched directly, at least not right away.?

I pulled my hand back and continued to explore with my fingers. ?Miss, do you mind if I, um, if I..?

?If you can put your fingers in? It?s ok to say it. And thank you for asking. Yes, you may use 1 or 2 fingers so you can learn what it feels like.?

I was surprised at how wet she was. I pushed in one finger and explored the inside of her vagina. Then two fingers.

?What feels good to you?? I asked.

?Actually, what you are doing now feels very good. You?re being very gentle. Thank you.?

For several minutes I explored. She watched me intently, smiling with a sense of satisfaction that I was really enjoying myself. Then finally, she closed her eyes, arched her back, and gave a small moan. ?Mmmm, that feels so good.? She opened her mouth and gave a small breathy gasp.

In a low tone she said, ?Let me show you something. Keep your finger inside me and move it in and out. Press down gently for a bit, then I want you to press upward a little, like this..? She made a ?Come Here? motion with her finger. Years later, I discovered she was actually teaching me about the G-Spot.

As an eager student I did just as she asked, first gently stroking the bottom part of her vagina. With her right hand she placed two fingers over her clitoris and started to rub in a circular motion. Her eyes remained closed and she turned her head to the side. Her mouth was wide open as she began to breathe harder and harder. Her circular motion became intense. Then just as she asked, I changed what I was doing and rubbed upper wall mimicking the same motion she demonstrated just a moment earlier. She moaned louder and her hips began to rock. ?Oh God, Oh God, that feels so good.? she cried. Then she growled a low guttural tone and her vagina contracted around my fingers. A surge of wetness covered my hand. Her body tensed up from head to toe. With one last loud cry, she went completely limp.

?Miss, was that a??

?Yes, yes it was? she whispered softly.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. ?Well, what did you think??

?I think I liked it. I liked it a lot!?.

She laughed and sat up in the bed, propping the pillows behind her. She looked down at my crotch and her eyebrows shot up.

I had completely ignored the aching erection that was bulging in my pants. When I looked down there was a small wet spot on my shorts from the large amount of pre-cum that had probably been leaking out since we were on the porch. Self consciously I moved my hand over it in complete embarrassment.

?Oh dear.?, she said. ?You must be in a lot of discomfort. I?m sorry.?

She leaned forward, moved my hand away, and began to stroke my penis through my pants. ?Does that feel good??

?Yes. Very.?

?Let me ask you something. Do you ever stroke yourself to get relief??

?No, not really. Many mornings I wake up like this and there is, well, stuff that came out.?

?Jimmy, those are called ?wet dreams?. It?s ok. That happens all the time to boys your age. It?s just your body?s way of relieving itself.?

She stopped rubbing my groin and patted the bed. ?Here, lay back.? I laid down beside her and she propped herself up one elbow next to me and began to rub my chest.

?It?s just as important to know your own body as it is to know the body of your lover. I can show you a few things if you?ll let me touch you. Would that be ok??

My cock was aching and it actually felt a little unnatural that she was the only one completely naked.

?Here, take off your shirt first.? I sat up, pulled off my t-shirt, and laid back down. She ran her fingers through my chest hair and down to my stomach. My gut contracted to her touch.

?Just relax. Let?s get you out of those shorts.? She unbuttoned the top button and pulled down the zipper. I pushed them off the rest of the way. My cock was bulging from my underwear and she began rubbing it again. With one hand she pulled back my waistband and with the other she reached in and touched me with the tips of her fingers.

I will never forget the first time being touched and how good it felt. Before now, it had only been my hands touching me there. The sensation of someone else touching me was completely new. The sensation was too much. I felt a welling up in my balls and my cock started to convulse. And just like that, I came.

The amount of embarrassment was indescribable. She immediately sensed it. She put her hand on my check and pulled my face towards her.

?Hey, don?t worry about it. It?s ok. I?m surprised you lasted this long after all the time you were touching me. That had to be a big relief.?

?It?s just I?ve never been touched before there. I?m sorry, I couldn?t help it.?

?Well, we need to clean this up. In fact, I?ve got an idea. Would you like to join me in the shower? I can teach you a few more things.?

?Sounds great.? I can?t describe the excitement I felt that there was more to come.

?Let?s go.? She leapt out of the bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom. For the first time I saw her naked from behind. I?ll never forget her shape. That image is seared in my mind.

I heard her start the water and after removing the last bit of clothes, my underwear and socks, I joined her in the bathroom. Standing next to her naked was an odd feeling, but at the same time, completely comfortable.

We stepped into the tub together. I stood on one end while she stood under the water getting her hair wet. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her.

?Just hold onto me for a minute.? We wrapped our arms around each other under the water. I became intensely aware of her breasts pressed against my chest. It wasn?t long before my cock started to harden again.

?Jimmy, it?s very important that you learn where a woman likes to be touched and how she likes to be touched. The thing is, every woman is different. Sometimes a woman doesn?t even know what she likes until someone does it. So for you, it?s like going on an adventure across her body, discovering new things. When you touch or kiss her somewhere, pay close attention to her reactions. She may not tell you what to do. She will only give you clues with her body, like the noises she makes.?

?Miss, do you have anywhere you especially like to be touched??

?Yes, I do.?

?Show me.?

With that she turned around and pressed her back against my chest. She reached behind and grabbed my hands and guided me up and down the sides of her hips. She began grinding her back against me as I rubbed her. She pulled my hands over her breasts and gently squeezed them, just as she has shown me outside.

?Kiss me here.? She pulled her hair aside, tilted her head to the left and pointed to her neck.

I began to gently kiss her neck. ?Now go lower to my shoulder?. I moved to her shoulder. ?Harder?, she said. I pressed my lips more firmly into her. ?No, I mean, bite me. Press your tongue into it.?

?But, I might hurt??

?Bite me gently, like a nibble. ?

I took her shoulder into my mouth and pressed with my teeth and tongue. She began to moan. As I nibbled she pulled my hands back to her breasts. Ok, this was going to take some coordination?.mouth, teeth, tongue, hands, all working at the same time. I can see why sex can take some practice.

It wasn?t long before I started to hear the same noises from her that I heard moments before in the bed. Not as intense, but the same nonetheless.

I felt her go just a little limp in my arms.

?Did you just??

?Have an orgasm? Yes, a small one. Remember I told you that if you learn to touch a woman just right, she can be stimulated just as much as if you were having sex??

She turned back towards me and embraced me again. Now it was obvious my cock was ready to go again.

She looked up at me said, ?Listen, one of the skills you will need to learn is endurance. It will take some time and practice, but if you do, your lover will greatly appreciate it. If you don?t have endurance and sex only lasts a few minutes because you were too quick, and she wasn?t ready to be done, then she may feel you are selfish. Does that make sense??

?Yes, it does.?

?I?m going to show you something that you need to practice, ok? When you rub yourself it shouldn?t be just to give relief, you can use it to practice so when you are with a woman, you can last as long as SHE needs you to last.?

She grabbed the soap, lathered her hands, and started stroking my cock. The slipperiness of the soap created a different sensation. It felt just as good as before if not better.

After about 8 strokes I could feel that same tenseness start to well up. Suddenly, she stopped stroking and squeezed the end of my cock with her thumb and forefinger. She held it for several seconds until the mini-convulsions stopped. Then she started stroking again. Slow at first, and then speeding up. Once again, I was ready to explode and once again, she stopped it with the same technique. She did this over and over, each time it took more strokes before I felt the need to come. My balls began to ache.

?Can you hold back any more? Or do you need to come now??

?Yes please.? I sounded pathetic, almost like begging.

?Ok, you can come now.? She stroked me with long strokes and it wasn't long before I ejaculated several large streams. It felt amazing.

We held each other under the water for several minutes. There was a connection between us that was hard to explain. We were the student and teacher, we were the two friends and neighbors, and we were lovers, all rolled into one.

We dried off and dressed. We never did have intercourse that night, or any other night after that. And I?m glad we didn?t. It just wouldn?t have seemed right. I will always be grateful for things she taught me. They served me well over the years.

I haven?t seen Miss DeLeon in many years. I hope she is doing well. I think of her often with a fondness that can?t be explained. She was my teacher, but most of all, she was my friend.