Too Shy To Be Noticed (Story 1)

Jin had apparently taken an organic chemistry class with me three years earlier. I was embarrassed to confess that I had no recollection of it, but she seemed to not be bothered by my faulty memory. It was, after all, a class of nearly three hundred students that met for three lectures per week, for ten weeks. I did recognize her name from the class roster, but she herself was all-in-all forgettable. Yet there we sat, in my living room, reminiscing about something I couldn't fully remember. The only reason we were talking at all, was because our club was coming together to remember a crazy day one year ago. It was the one-year anniversary of a day that changed many student's lives, including Jin's. She had gotten a ride from Rose, the older sister of a student we lost one year ago. Rose had left after taking her turn to speak, and now only students remained. Oh, and one teacher, that being me. We had been meeting once a month for the past year.

Little by little, everyone was leaving and it was down to a few remaining stragglers, Jin being one of three guests left at the event. She was very shy, and mostly listened to others as they shared how the past year had treated them. When the couple got up to say their goodbye, I was surprised that Jin didn't stand up. I asked if Jin was riding with them, and she shook her head side to side. They said they could give her a ride if she was going inland, but she lived north. That's when I learned that Rose had left her and that she was supposed to be coming back for her. It was a little past 6:00, so it wasn't so late to worry.

So after we said goodbye to Javier and Mary, it became a party of two. I was worried about the struggle for conversation that would ensue. She was cripplingly shy, and offered minimalist replies to questions, if she couldn't accomplish her reply with the movement of her head. She got up and started to clean up after our quests, and I said, "You don't have to do that."

"I don't mind." She was the type to feel guilty if she didn't help.

I went around with a trash bag scooping up empty cups, plates, and plastic cutlery, and she rounded up actual plates and silverware and put them into a soapy tub in my sink. We made small talk about cleaning and how tidy her house was. I guess it wasn't exactly small talk, because that implies it was a two-way conversation. I would say things and she would either nod or give a one to three word reply. Her friends say she was more talkative before the incident. Although I had her in class before that, I couldn't recall how she used to be, because she was invisible in the crowd.

I confessed that I was a bit of a clean freak, but not to a psychologically questionable level. She said that she kept her room and bathroom spotless, and I proceeded to brag that I did the same. She looked at me like she didn't believe my standard of clean met her definition of clean. She had seen the living room, dining room, bathroom, and hallway, but the twenty or so guests that were here had ransacked those. As we cleaned up the hallway, I opened my bedroom door to show her a made bed, a spotless carpet, and everything tidy. I then opened the guestroom and showed her the dust free shelves, made bed, clean closet, empty trashcan, and all around neatness.

In her typically quiet voice said, "It is very nice."

I could hear the unspoken 'but' in her answer. I looked at her and she simply opened her eyes a little, before looking to the floor. I asked, "What is it?"

In a voice I could hardly hear, she said, "Bathrooms and kitchens."

I replied, "Well you weren't here at the start to see how nice the kitchen was. But follow me and see for yourself what a clean bathroom looks like." As we walked into my room, I started laughing to myself that my fears about not having anything to talk about were real, but it was still working. A clean competition had saved us from an awkward silence. I was also learning that silence is not necessarily awkward.

She looked in my bathroom, checking the shower, medicine cabinet, sink, and toilet. She nodded affirmatively, which I took be an A in cleanliness.

"I'm glad I passed your scrutiny. I honestly never thought I'd have to prove my hygiene commitment to anyone."

She just gave a shy smile and then it was silence again, and this time was awkward. I wondered if she had seen the box of rubbers in the medicine cabinet, but I sure as hell wasn't going to ask. I suggested we return to the living room, and started to walk there as she fell in step. I closed the door behind us and walked behind her to the living room. I'm sure she could feel me staring at her, and I was afraid it would make her uncomfortable. I had never looked at her in my life, but in this situation I did. I didn't want to stare, which ironically made me actually do it more. She had a cute figure, something I had never before noticed. She was 5'1"when she stood up straight and probably 90 to 95 pounds with soft brownish-black hair and these light hazel eyes that looked almost green at times. She had a ten-thousand dollar smile, in the most literal sense, because that's what it would probably cost to have teeth as perfect as hers. As much as I hate this description, as it comes across as a fetish more than a description, she was a real life porcelain doll. Her skin rarely saw sun and had an iridescent quality. She wore light green, tight-fitting spandex workout shorts that went to mid-thigh and firmly fit her butt and hips. She had no panty line underneath, and I had looked. She had a tight-fitting white, athletic top that distinctly showed the outline of her bra underneath. Her C-cup breasts were compressed by her top, and might actually be D-cup when uncaged. They had gone unnoticed during our event, but I was glimpsing what I could until we got to the living room.

I asked her to grab a cup we had missed on a six-foot high shelf behind the TV set, and watched as her midriff came into view when she reached up to get the cup, going to her tippy toes. Her calves were muscular when she did it, and I could not believe how much I was checking her out. What the fuck was wrong with me? We had just finished an emotional event and here I am ogling a woman I hardly knew, a student in my class, while she was looking the other way. She had been to my house in this very living room, at least ten times before, and I had never noticed anything about her. But at this moment, I was starting to get those thoughts. I had to keep them at bay. I was her professor for Christ's sake.

She had taken two quarters off from school to get her head straight after everything that had happened, and this was her first quarter back. She had also taken a year between high school and starting college, at the suggestion of her parents so she could grow emotionally before starting her academic trek. She was twenty-three years old and still technically a junior in college. She had enrolled in my class, despite having taken the class already, to get back into the academic groove. She was enrolled in just two classes, my class and a dance class, as she planned to ease her way back in before going full speed starting in the fall.

She walked to the kitchen to toss the cup in the trash and then wash her hands in the sink. I couldn't believe that I watched her every step, like a lecher. Seriously, what was wrong with me? To make conversation I asked how her classes were going, and she actually responded with a couple full sentences.

She came back into the living room and actually spoke a complete answer, "I'm glad to be back. I love your class and your jokes. I love my dance class."

I sat there dumbfounded at the fact she had shared more words in that answer than her previous twenty answers combined. I asked, "What dance class are you taking?"

She replied, "Jazz."

"Sunny's class?"

"Yes."

She had a quizzical look, so I said, "A friend of mine teaches dance, and he constantly mentions how amazing Sunny is and that students flock to take her class. I have watched a few of her classes and they are really good. She mixes in a lot of street dance with her jazz."

"You watched?"

"No, I actually audited some of Steve's classes. He, Tommy, and I used to go clubbing together, so his class was a chance to show off and master moves we'd pick up. Her class was right after his, so I'd see the warm up and first few minutes."

"Steve is good." And the short, low-energy answers were back.

I stewed in silence for about twenty seconds before asking, "If it's third quarter jazz, don't you have to choreograph your own dance in that class?"

"Yes."

"How's that going?"

"Okay."

"What kind of dance are you going to perform, more on the jazz side or the street side?"

"Jazz."

"Is it fully choreographed?"

"No."

"Want to show me what you have so far?" I asked knowing she'd say no, but it was polite to ask.

"Okay."

I was literally dumfounded, because not only did she say okay, but also she took off her shoes and socks and then got up to walk to the middle of the living room. She assumed first position, then counted in her head with her lips moving slightly, and then she dipped and chasséd across the floor like a ballerina, but with more hip movement and bent knees. She stopped, and then gyrated her hips for eight counts. She then came back across the floor, this time doing pirouettes, and once again, stopped. This time she bent into a near complete squat and gyrated her way up while standing. As she did that, she slid her hands up her stomach, literally onto her breasts, before lifting them above her head. It looked like a cross between dancers in a rap video and moves in a gymnastic floor routine when they aren't tumbling. It wasn't well choreographed, but in that last move she had the body movements and facial expression that could rival exotic dancers.

My jaw literally must have hit the floor. I sat there completely stunned. I thought, 'Where the hell did that come from?' I understood that an original dance was a course requirement, so she had to do it... but that was so far beyond what this shy little girl was capable of. She stood there, confident... and sexy. I just stared in disbelief, clearly for too long. She stood still, with her hands on her hips, waiting for feedback. I think she enjoyed that I was stupefied.

I finally said, "You trained in ballet?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Seven years."

Things made a little more sense, with her having studied dance for so long. She had been molded by the training process, and performing in front of people was familiar. She had to have been on stage enough times to have grown comfortable there. Or, if not comfortable, then less shy. I finally replied, "I can see the ballet in your routine. Have you considered adding more street? Sunny is into street."

"Yes." I had no idea what question she was answering, because I had asked too many at once. She was back to shy mode, although she still stood there looking confident.

"Personally, I would probably do street, because my entire dance career has been a couple dance classes and a ton of clubbing."

"Oh." Her reply had no emotion at all, so I had no idea where we were at conversationally.

I said, "Shall I show you?"

"Yes."

I kind of wanted to shock her, like she shocked me, but with skill and not sex appeal. I got up and proceeded to do a four beat slide that flowed into an eight-count snake, followed by a four-beat slide. I then did a sideways moonwalk, and then repeated the previous sixteen-count pass facing a different direction than before, before doing a sideways moonwalk back to where I had started. I stopped and took an overdramatized bow and smiled at her.

She smiled and clapped, and started to say something, before stopping herself.

I asked, "What were you about to say?"

"Nothing," she eked out at somewhere around twenty-five decibels. Luckily I had very good hearing.

"I saw it flash across your face before you suppressed it. Please share."

"It's silly."

"That's fine."

She stood silent, and although I didn't know her well, I knew from her shyness that it was pointless to ask again. I instead said, "People are surprised when you can dance." Her face turned a little red, and there it was. That was causing her shyness this time, so I let it go. I had heard it a lot, and kind of liked hearing what she was too shy to say. Her expression said it all. 'Pretty smooth for a white boy.'

I asked if she wanted to learn the steps, and her face lit up and she nodded her head affirmatively a few quick times.

I took her hand, which she eagerly gave, and walked her to the middle of the living room. I asked her, "Is it okay if I put my hands on your hips and waist to help guide you, like a dance teacher does?" She nodded her same enthusiast yes, without saying a word.

I commented, "You're already in dance clothes. Were you planning on doing a performance or getting private dance lessons?" She turned beet red and I instantly regretted asking it. I apologized and told her I was joking and she returned to verbal communication for a moment.

"It's okay." After about five seconds she added, "Kind of."

"Kind of okay?"

She shook her head "No."

"It's not kind of okay?"

She looked a little frustrated, but at her shyness. She finally let out a soft, "Kind of dance lessons."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but knew it would be an effort to get a clearer meaning. It wasn't worth it, and I was eager for the chance to touch her while we danced. I moved behind her and placed my left hand gently on her left hip and she jumped ever so slightly, before quickly moving her hand to hold mine in place before I could remove it. I said, "I'm sorry. I'll give you a warning before I touch you again."

She said, "It's okay."

I then said, "I'm going to put my right hand on your right hip," before doing exactly as I described. I then said, "You're going to have to let go of your burning need to assume first position. This is all about hips and core, and letting your feet and torso follow." I then pushed her hips left and right gently, and she little by little let them flow more freely. I moved my hands up to he waist and then immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry again. I'll get better about warning you." She hadn't flinched, but I was self-reporting my infraction.

She said, "It's fine." I couldn't see her face turn red from my position behind her, but I sensed it. My silence didn't help, but I wasn't sure what to say.

I finally said, "I'm going to be moving my hands around, like a dance teacher does, as I'm sure you have experienced in seven years. I'm obviously going to be touching you. Where is it okay to touch?"

She replied quietly, "Anywhere."

It took every ounce of will power to not repeat, 'anywhere?' I finally said, "Okay, we're ready for the first four counts. Take normal left, right, left steps in place while rocking with your hips and shoulders in rhythm and then on the fourth count, plant your left foot and push to the right, stepping with your right and then dragging your left foot." I demonstrated in front of her, and then returned to behind her.

She did it, and although it looked mechanical, she was on beat and ready for the next steps. I said, "On to the next steps. Get a wide base on your first side step." I slid my hands to her hips again, and pushed them to entice her legs to follow. I started to say, "I'm sorry., I..." but then I trailed off.

She quietly said, "Don't be sorry."

"I know, it's just I had promised and I want to make sure you're okay with my hands guiding you."

"It's okay." The word 'anywhere' was still reverberating in my head. I don't think she turned red this time, but I may have.

I said, "Okay, this is the part where you have to commit for it to work. Counts five through twelve are exaggerated body sways. Lead with your shoulders, follow with your abs, and finish with your hips. We'll work on legs later.' I then took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to be moving my hands a lot for each count, and I want to make sure I..."

Before I could finish she softly said, "Anywhere."

I was confused. This young, innocent woman, my student who suffered from crippling shyness, who looked at most sixteen years old, had again told me I was free to touch her anywhere and without advanced notice. I had been envisioning touching here anywhere the last ten minutes, since first noticing her sexiness, but so far had been successfully fighting my urge to. Because of the image I had previously developed of her in my mind, it felt so inappropriate and wrong. It was time I just let it flow, because it seemed she was fine with it. I had to remember that she was a veteran of many dance classes, so she had to have been touched during class on many occasions. Finally after the battle in my head subsided, I put both hands on her shoulders and said, "It all starts here and you have to dive into this sixth step. Lunge down to your left while maintaining your base. Then you contort and follow with your asbs. I slid my left hand to her side, and rested my fingers at the base of her left breast. It wasn't intentional, that's just where may hand needed to be. I could feel her lightly trembling when I touched there. I took my right hand and placed it on her right side ribs, and said, this part requires fast, jerky motion that follows your shoulders. You will need to maintain a strong base."

I looked at her feet and they were not wide enough. I said, "Wider," but then she rotated her right foot as she spread her base. She had instinctively drifted towards first position. Without thinking, I stepped in front of her and lowered to one knee to grab her foot and physically move it into place and alignment. She had turned as I was doing it, and there I was with my face inches from her stomach. I panicked and froze for a moment, before saying, "Hold still just one sec." I fixed the alignment of her foot, gently rotated her knee into place and squared her hips up. I stayed there to see how it looked, and I felt something in the air. She was at ease with my being in her personal space. I think truly meant 'anywhere' when she said it.

I then stood back up, walked behind her and placed my hands on her right hip and left side with my fingers folded in front and definitely on the bottom of her bra. I had no intentions to overstep into inappropriate contact, but it sort of happened. I pushed on her body to initiate the movement, and in the process she moved quickly as instructed and her left breast slid into my left hand. I had inadvertently cupped it, before moving my hand away. I started to say "Sorry..." when she said, "It's okay." Her meaning was clear, and I guess I was just too in shock to believe she could be okay that I copped a feel of her boob, on purpose or not. She sensed my confusion, and turned to face me, looking into my eyes with her innocent child-like eyes. She said, "Finish this later?"

I panicked, because deep inside I wanted to touch her anywhere, and it was my shyness that had ruined it for us. She was not sending mixed signals, it was me who was mixing up her signal based on an image I had created in my mind. Because she didn't use many words, she was very expressive with her body language and facial expressions. I had to realize that her message when we were dancing was that it's okay to mesh. Finally I said, "Okay." We returned to siting on the couch.

Before I spewed another 'sorry', I caught myself and morphed it into a "So how are you doing?"

"I'm okay." She paused and then added, "I get sad sometimes."

"That's understandable." She was close to the others, although she was not there that day. "It takes time to heal."

Then she caught me off guard, which was par for the course tonight. "Sometimes I just need to be hugged." With that I leaned over and hugged her. She collapsed into me and clung on. The dancing suddenly made so much sense, because it involves contact... the kind of contact that makes you feel alive. She just wanted to be touched and held.

I said, "I know the feeling. It hits at the oddest times."

She replied, "You're alone a lot." I didn't want to ask how she knew, but she was right. It was mostly because of my constant travel, but it's also because my on-and-off girlfriend never stayed here.

I finally replied, "You're right." Now it was me giving the short answers.

It was quiet for a while before she said, "I don't want to be alone tonight."

I screamed at myself not to say it, but before reason could kick in I asked, "Would you like to spend the night?"

She let out a soft "Yes."

I took on a somewhat patriarchal demeanor for who knows what reason, maybe because she was a student in my class or maybe because she looked like a kid, but it was who I was at that moment. I said, "I want to be really clear and transparent about everything, to avoid any miscommunication."

She interrupted and said, "I'm over eighteen."

I was caught off guard. "What?"

"People think I'm a teenager." I obviously knew she wasn't a teenager. She wasn't done talking though, and added, "I'm a woman." Wow, so many words I thought, when I should have been hearing and digesting what she was saying.

"I know." I was filtering all of my thoughts and couldn't find one that would pass for an acceptable follow-up. So I retreated to patriarchal mode. "I just want to make sure we are on the same page, that's all."

She looked at me with an almost apologetic face and said, "I know."

I looked directly at her and said, "I want you to be completely honest with your answer, so we don't cross up our signals. I'm not always good at reading the situation, so I want to ask things explicitly. Take your time answering, especially if my question makes you uncomfortable. Do you (1) want to sleep out here on the couches and we can make like a slumber party? (2) want to sleep in the guest room and be professional like the university would wish for a student while I sleep in my room, or..." I was nervous saying it, but I could see in her eyes, she wanted to hear other choices. I finally finished, "Or (3) do you want to sleep with me in my bed?"

She was back to shy mode almost instantly. I sensed it and said, "You can hold up your fingers to indicate the number if that's easier." With this, she shyly held up three fingers on her right hand, as she went to staring down before lifting her eyes to make eye contact. She was clearly fishing to see my expression; to see my reaction. As she made eye contact, I smiled and said, "I was hoping it would be three." She smiled a shy smile.

I stood up and reached for her hand, and she grabbed mine and followed me into my bedroom. She already knew what to expect there, but she still looked around. It was getting dark out, being slightly after sunset, so I turned on the bedroom light to a low setting. We took a seat on the foot of the bed, both turning slightly to face each other. She looked at me with her eyes asking 'what's next?'

I then asked, in less of a patriarchal tone than before, and more in an uncertain suitor sort of way, "Can I ask some more questions? I'm serious about wanting to make sure there is no miscommunication and a potentially uncomfortable situation."

She answered, "Yes."

I swallowed to suppress my nervousness, and when I looked at her she was keenly aware of my anxiety. She smiled and took my hands, which really shocked me. It helped though, so I assumed assertive mode again. I said, "We are going to be in the same bed, and that can mean a few different things. We both know this. I want to ask what we will be wearing to bed. I'm literally good with whatever you would like." She showed no sign of flinching into shyness, so I continued. I caught my breath and asked, "Will we sleep, (1) as we are dressed right now, (2) will we change into comfortable sleeping clothes like underwear bottoms and a shirt, or (3) will we be sleeping naked?" I could feel myself trembling now. I was so afraid the last choice would scare her off, but I really needed to know her thoughts, because I was still conflicted between her shy innocence versus her repeated 'anywhere' comments while in dancer mode.

I looked at her face to try to read an answer, because words did not look to be coming. I asked, "Are you trying to decide or are you scared to share your answer?"

She spoke this time, "Both."

"There is nothing to be scared about, even though both of us seem to be crippled by anxiety at different points. I want to make sure I know what you are thinking this night will be, so I don't do anything wrong." I was fearful of misreading it and overstepping, but only a little worried. I was actually more worried that her shyness and my vision of her childlike innocence would cost us a night of intimate contact. "Can you tell me which ones your are considering?"

She shook her head, 'yes.'

"Are you considering number one?" She shook her head 'no,' and then looked down to avoid eye contact. When she looked up a almost twenty seconds later, I said, "I was hoping it wouldn't be one." She smiled at me. I asked, "Are you still choosing between two and three?" She nodded yes, this time maintaining eye contact. I could feel an excited, but shy feeling overcome me, and I assume she read it on my face.

Then I said, "There really is no reason to decide between two and three right now. This is about being on the same page, and being stuck between two and three is where I'm at too, which means we're on the same page. Rather than deciding if we go to bed wearing clothes and then maybe remove them, or if we remove them and go to bed, can I ask something different instead?"

She nodded her okay.

Then I asked, "Are you okay, no matter how we go to bed, if we wake up tomorrow... in bed... together... naked?"

Without hesitation, she quietly said, "Yes."

"Do you want for us to wake up naked?"

"Yes."

She started to look down before stopping herself and remained looking at me. I whispered, "We both want the same thing. I want to be naked in bed with you and I'm nervous too." I paused to see if she had anything to add, but she didn't. I decided to take a risk. I leaned in to kiss her, and thankfully she rotated to receive my incoming lips. Her lips were soft and smooth. She responded by softly pressing her lips into mine and then slowly putting her tongue into my mouth to dance with my tongue. She was an amazing kisser, something I wasn't expecting, and I could feel tingles everywhere, including light ones in my groin. I could hear her breathing pick up and feel my heart beginning to race. We finally stopped and pulled back, as she made shy eye contact.

I said, "I liked that."

She answered, "Me too."

I continued, "You've answered this before, but I'll ask one last time because honestly, I love hearing your answer. Where are my hands free to go?"

She smiled and said in her soft voice, "Anywhere!" She then looked at me with eager eyes.

I said, "Do you want to ask me the same question?" She nodded affirmatively with an enthusiasm I wasn't expecting. She was an enigma; cripplingly shy, childlike innocence, and quite possibly horny. I sure hoped she was. I said, "Anywhere." I then reached out and took her right hand and placed it on my left thigh. She nervously started rubbing small circles on my leg. I then rested my right hand on her tummy and started using my finger to trace the bottom of her shirt. My hand slipped under her shirt for direct skin contact. I looked her in the eyes and studied her for a moment. I raised my eyebrows to ask her if she truly meant it and she curled lips and lowered her gaze while opening her eyes more, to tell me yes.

I lowered my hand to her waistband and my fingers traveled underneath to caress her in the grey area between innocence and sex. I stayed on the outside of her underwear as my hand circled down farther. I could feel her tense and relax her body, and her breathing picked up. She was trembling slightly, as my hand went lower. She repositioned ever so slightly, and her thighs were now a few inches farther apart. It was time for me to stop looking for verbal communication and trust her body. I was always scared to do this with women, and consequently missed my chance. I hated watching overbearing guys overstep the line thinking a woman was interested, so I erred too far the other way. But it almost always landed me here, arguing with myself in my head while the opportunity slipped away.

I moved my hand down a little more and could feel the wetness in her panties. She was still trembling, but did not flinch. I started to rub her gently, but randomly, unsure of exactly where my hand was touching because of her underwear. She closed her eyes for a moment and her chest moved out and stopped, as she momentarily held her breath, before greedily taking air in and then exhaling. Empowered by her physical response, I rubbed faster and began to feel in the hopes of finding her clit. Her thighs pinched in and then relaxed, and I kept my finger in the spot that triggered that.

I leaned in, while keeping my hand playing with her, to kiss her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth and she gasped when I did it. I worked my way to her ear and then gently licked the perimeter. I stopped moving, took a second to think about it, and then whispered, "I want you." Her body tensed up for a fleeting instant, before relaxing into what felt like an invitation. I then pulled my hand up slightly to her stomach, and then lowered it again, but this time beneath her panties so I could feel her. My index and middle fingers went right back to the spot they had been, and I continued to gently rub her folds. She was wetter than before. I looked her in the eyes and studied her for a moment. After a moment I asked, "Where can I put my mouth, my lips, and my tongue?"

With a little more confidence in her voice than she answered previous questions, she said, "Anywhere!" I could literally feel her trembling. She started rubbing my thigh with more intensity, and I could sense her battling in her mind. I used my other hand to rest on the hand she had on my thigh. I said, "Please," as I gently encouraged her hand up my thigh. She responded by sliding her hand up my thigh to a point so close I was willing it to go another quarter inch. I assume she was still battling whatever demon was talking to her.

I replied, "I was hoping that would be your answer." I went to kiss her again, and we kissed another intimate kiss, that went at the perfect pace. Our kiss had passion, but wasn't in a hurry. She surprised me by sliding her hand up another few inches, and then squeezing gently. Holy fuck, I got hard almost instantly, which I thought might freak her out. It didn't... she started rubbing and grinding me with her hand.

I moved from kissing her mouth to kissing her ear again. I asked again, "I can put my mouth, my lips and my tongue anywhere?"

She caught her breath and then let out, "Yes, anywhere."

I then whispered, "I want to go down on you. I want to taste you." As I whispered it, I moved my fingers faster, before plunging my index finger insider her. She literally screamed, albeit not loud.

I didn't quite hear her, but I think she said a very quiet, "Please."

I then said, "You can put your mouth, lips, and tongue anywhere you want on me. Is that okay?"

She nodded while mouthing the word, "Yes." I went back to kissing her.

We stopped kissing and pulled apart far enough to look at each other. She didn't look as shy. I swear, she was suddenly a twenty-three year old woman with a beautiful smile and perfect skin. I looked down at her now protruding chest. I wanted to fondle her so badly, but resisted in the moment. I said softly, "I have one more question, and this one is important." With this, her face got a little flush and she turned just enough inward to look like a kid again. She began to tremble more than she had before, and I said, "It's a good question. I hope it doesn't ruin the moment, and I think I already know your answer. Still, I need to ask." I battled the shyness welling up in me, as I started to tremble a little too. I couldn't believe how contagious her debilitating fear was. I had been with plenty of women, and never got nervous... or more accurately, rarely got nervous. But because of her childlike demeanor, I felt like a kid on the verge of experiencing sex for the first time.

She surprised me by saying, "Please ask..." She looked at me, and in a reassuring voice said, "You do know my answer."

With this I asked, "Can I be inside you?"

She looked down for just a moment and looked back into my eyes and said, "Yes!" The answer excited and scared me at the same time. I had clearly underestimated her womanhood all night, and didn't want to continue with my misconception. She wanted me inside her. Her answer didn't need any clarification; she wanted to get laid. I was actually still contemplating if I was going to be inside of her, as I had not been inside many women in my life. But even with my hesitation, I was excited for our first time in bed together.

I was still fingering her and she was still cupping and rubbing me. I looked at her hand grabbing for my cock through my pants. She noticed me looking. I saw her chest heaving ever so slightly, and then I asked, "May I?"

I am pretty sure she had no idea what I was asking, but she still said, "Yes!" With this, I moved my hands to her waistband and began to pull her shorts down. They were sliding down slowly, but the spandex had somehow got entangled slightly with her panties. As I was trying to separate them, she grabbed her waistband and lowered them together with her panties, past her thighs and down to her ankles, leaving herself fully exposed. When I looked down there, to see what my hand had been feeling, she got shy and squeezed her thighs together. I then looked into her eyes again, and she instantly got shy. I kissed her gently, and she closed her eyes and her thighs relaxed, opening wider than before. With her eyes closed, she was totally comfortable being naked from the waist down.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me and said, "Yours?" With this I stopped caressing her and sat up slightly, but she surprised me by grabbing the sides of my shirt at my waist, and then lifting it up and over my head. She then leaned into my chest and just started massaging me with her open hand, making small, nervous circles and she pressed her head against my chest. I grabbed her hand and stood up, enticing her to stand up. Once she stood up, I asked, "Three?"

She faced me, went up on her toes to kiss me gently, and then said, "Three." With this I lifted her shirt over her head and unlatched her bra in the back. She maneuvered her arms so that it fell to the floor, and I took a moment to appreciate how beautiful her breasts were. She had relatively small areolas and hard yet soft to the touch nipples, about the size of a pencil eraser, maybe a little bigger. I couldn't help myself, and I cupped them and fondled them. As I did this, she lowered her hands to the button on my shorts and unsnapped it. This pulled my attention away from her mesmerizing woman's chest. She unzipped my shorts and in a move I never saw coming, lowered herself to her knees and got really close to my zipper, as she pulled my shorts down from the waist. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. She then looked up and asked, "Anywhere?"

I had meant it went I said it earlier, but we had gotten here so fast. This trembling little girl was now looking up at me with wide eyes and a mouth inches from my cock, asking for permission to give me a blowjob, and I was conflicted. I let out a nervous laugh, as she started massaging me through my boxers. I could feel her hand clutching, fondling, and releasing my cock, over and over. She was not shy at all. She was all woman now, and I could feel this carnal thirst welling inside me. I could feel my lust, which was strong enough to overcome any residual guilt I might have been feeling about being with someone so innocent. I assumed she had never done this before, and I wanted to make sure it wasn't too fast for her. I said, "You don't have to."

She answered softly, in that childlike voice, "I want to." Her gorgeous lips and tiny mouth were no more than an inch from my head, separated by just a thin piece of fabric. She was waiting for my permission. Suddenly I was conflicted again. I lifted her up and she followed my cue to stand. She said, "Don't you want me to?"

I said, "I do. In time, but let's enjoy the ride. We have all night, and I want to make sure it's at the right pace."

She leaned into me, went up on her tippy toes to get her mouth to my ear and said, "Ask me." I was confused and uncertain what she meant. "Ask, so you can relax." She said it in a matriarchal way, unlike before. She knew there was one last hurdle I had to clear before our fun could begin. But I wasn't sure what that hurdle was, but was afraid to admit to her I didn't.

I was feeling very shy, and she looked at me awaiting my question. Looking at her sweet innocent eyes told me what she was thinking. Her look made it safe to ask. I looked at her and could feel the patriarchal me coming to life. She could sense it too. I said, "Make sure you're ready to do this. Make sure it's the way you want this to happen." I had been with two virgins in my life. I was in love both times, and it felt right, even the one time when I wasn't giving my virginity in return. I was feeling guilty about taking a third woman's virginity. We were not a couple, and I had no thoughts about becoming one. For me, this was a fuck... a tender fuck, but nonetheless a fuck. I was worried that she'd lose it on impulse and miss out on being in love when losing it.

She answered, "I want this." Damn, maybe I hadn't made it clear what I was asking.

I said, "What I mean is that you need to be one hundred percent sure this is how you wan to lose it. I want you so badly, but I want you to be certain this is the memory you want for your first time."

I could not read her facial expression for the first time. She looked at me, studying my face for a moment, and then lifted up to her toes, and moved her mouth to my ear. I could feel her breath and I liked it. She was again trembling, more than anytime tonight. She said, "I've had..." and then she paused for a moment to regroup. She then said, "I've had someone inside me before." I felt like an idiot... a turned-on idiot.

"I'm so sorry to have assumed." As I said it, I heard her words again in my head. Her words were deliberate, and I had to understand that she was a grown woman, shy to a fault, who wanted to get laid tonight. The virginity dilemma was not an issue after all.

She said, "Don't be." She sounded so self-assured, which again didn't fit with the picture I had painted in my head. "No one thinks I have experience in bed."

Now I was completely flummoxed. Had I read it wrong by a mile? She referred to it as 'experience'. Had she been sexually active for long enough that having casual sex with me was nothing... just another chance to fuck. "I'll relax and let go more. I'll see you for the sexy woman you are. And you are definitely sexy."

She replied, "Good." I didn't want to ask if mistaking her for a virgin had been a problem in the past, because her past was her personal story to tell or not tell. I liked that she was opening up a little.

"This is the fun part of sharing intimacy for the first time. I want to get to know all about you in a way that's so personal. I want to discover what you're like... where you like it... what gives you pleasure. I want to explore you; I want to be inside you. Being inside you will connect us in a way that will make our questions safer to ask and our desires easier to share."

She said, "Me too."

"Can I share a secret with you?"

"Yes."

"I got really turned-on when you whispered in my ear. It changed how I was feeling."

"How?"

"It woke up my lust. You saying things that way makes me want you so much. I'm sure you noticed."

She looked genuinely confused, and finally said, "Noticed?"

"You know, felt? Saw? Noticed?"

She still looked confused. So I said it as straightforward as I could, "You whispering in my ear gets me aroused." She looked red and embarrassed again. It was time to play this differently.

She was fighting her nerves, probably reliving fears in her head. "I have to close my eyes and whisper certain things."

I chuckled a little and said, "Well I'd love to hear you say things in my ear. I've been trying so hard to word things in as innocent of a way as possible, because I was afraid to offend you. If you can whisper in my ear the things that you're too nervous to say out loud, you give me permission to be more expressive." It felt so good to be talking with this woman, as all evidence of the little girl that walked into the room with me nearly an hour ago was gone. "Whispering is honestly a complete turn-on. Does it turn you on?"

"Yes."

"Can I be more graphic?"

"Yes."

With that I leaned in and whispered in her ear; "I so want so slide my cock inside you."

She was trembling again, and I placed my hands on her waist, ready to explore her naked body. She went up on her toes, and I was getting aroused waiting for her soft breath as she prepared to share her thought. "I want you to..." she paused to battle her shyness and then finished, "to fuck me." She grabbed my cock as she said it, and I nearly collapsed from the shards of ecstasy flying out of my balls.

I lost it. "I so want to fuck you!" I couldn't believe I blurted it out, but it felt wonderful to say it so freely. "All night. I want to fuck you so much tonight."

"You can." Then she went on her toes again, and could feel my cock get aroused waiting for her words. "I've wanted you to fuck me ever since I took your class." She was so expressive with dirty talk, after all of the stumbling around we had done during our shy period.

"Sorry to be so oblivious."

She was still by my ear, clearly more free to speak when she could whisper with her eyes closed. "I promised myself that tonight I would be more assertive."

"Did you come here hoping we'd hook up?"

"Yes."

I had to ask, because I swear I would have noticed her earlier if I saw her in her outfit. "Did you change your outfit?"

"Yes."

This was a new revelation, that she had come to seduce me... and then she seduced me. I was a typical guy I suppose, in how easy I was to predict. "Were you wearing baggy clothes when you got here?"

She had that innocent, demure look and very softly said, "Basically, yes." Then she asked, "You don't remember what I was wearing earlier, do you?"

"No." I let the silence go for about five seconds before asking, "When did you change?"

"When Rose was leaving."

"So you changed into your tight-fitting workout clothes so I'd notice you?"

She got really shy, and assumed little girl mode again. Then she looked at me like a puppy who had chewed up the couch. "Yes."

"Was Rose actually planning to pick you up?"

"No." Then she really had a hard time looking me in the eyes.

"Why not?"

She went up on her toes and whispered, "I told her I was staying over with you."

"You knew I'd invite you?"

"No."

"This is crazy, but in a good way. I'm wrapping my head around it. You just decided tonight was the night you were going to seduce me... to fuck me. You knew I'd check you out in an outfit that accentuates your amazing body, even though I had not shown any sign of checking you out before. You knew that I would end up pursuing you, hoping to get laid. How did you do that?"

She actually looked me in the eyes for her answer. "Guys like girls in certain outfits." There was so much to her answer, and we could take all night to dissect it.

"Did you have a backup plan in case I didn't get totally aroused seeing you in your sexy, seductress outfit?"

"Not really." She went to her toes for this answer. "I thought about soaking us in the shower."

"That would have worked."

"Really?" She had the cutest look after she asked it... genuinely curious if it would have gotten us into bed. Then she got a devious smile, as she pondered how to say what she was thinking. She almost started to speak, before moving to my ear to whisper, "What if I stripped while we danced?"

"That would have worked... big time. I wanted you so much already. Seeing you moving your naked body would have put me over the edge."

She kissed me and then dropped to her knees again, and looked up. She had a sultry look, but this time I was looking at her gorgeous lips near my cock, not seeing an innocent virgin about to have her mouth christened, but a sexy woman who knew exactly what she was doing. She caught my eye, smiled, and then pulled my boxers down. They fell to the floor and I watched as she moved her mouth to my cock and put my head into her mouth. She soaked it with her tongue and then bobbed down and then up my shaft slightly, moving slowly and methodically.

"Oh my gawd, fuck. What are you doing?" Her mouth, her tiny little mouth, started moving faster. I heard her slurping with more vigor and saw the outline of my head against her cheeks. She clearly was comfortable sucking my cock, something I had not envisioned before, but totally loved now. I was afraid I might cum, although I rarely did from blowjobs. I knew it could happen if she kept doing what she was doing. Right then she took me out of her mouth, and played with me, stroking me with purpose. She had clearly handled cocks before. Doing that definitely could make me cum. But I didn't want that right now. I wanted to be inside her.

I tugged on her to stand up, and once she did, we walked to the side of the bed. I laid her down on her back and pushed her thighs apart. She had such a gorgeous pussy, so symmetric and bright pink inside a brown volva that just cried out to be in my mouth. Now it was her turn to make sounds, and she was much more polite saying in her quiet voice, "oh yes, hmmm, oh,... yes ooohhh." I had kind of hoped for dirty talk, but watching her gorgeous abs convulsing and relaxing was just as hot. As I looked up at her tits from this perspective, they were huge for her body. They were definitely bigger than the C-cup I first estimated. They were firm and at least a D-cup. They bounced rather than jiggled. I had once dated someone almost as petite as Jin, and I had a sense of not wanting to break her. But Jin exuded a sex appeal, with her fucking hot body, that got me so turned on that I wanted to break her.

As I licked and sucked the folds in her swollen mound and her clit, I could hear her breathing increase, and her moans got more frequent and louder. That's when I started flicking my tongue against her clit and pushed my middle finger insider her. She let out a little scream and that inspired me to lick and flick faster. She was juicy and had such a wonder taste. I couldn't help but say it, "God, you taste so good." I was getting aroused just looking at her and tasting her, hearing her moans. She started to really scream, and she tried to pull away. I held tight to her pussy as she sporadically moved around, sucking on her clit and continuing to lick every fold I found. She finally screamed, "Ughh, uggh oohhhh, stop... please... too much!" I obeyed and slowed down before stopping. She laid there with her eyes closed before opening them with the biggest, guilty smile on her face. She said nothing, which was on brand. I loved looking at her exhausted body, drained from pleasure overload.

She sat up and pushed on me to roll onto my back. I outweighed her by seventy pounds and was about eleven inches taller, so her pushing and pulling on me was more of a suggestion than a forceful move. When I was on my back she climbed on top of me so that her wet clit rested gently on my head. She rubbed it slowly around my head, and it felt really good. She spread herself open with her fingers, and gyrated on my head a little harder until it popped into her. Fuck she was tight. She held in place. I could see discomfort on her face, so I moved my hands to hold her hips in place. I looked at her, giving her permission to stop and pull off me, but after about fifteen seconds, she pushed my hands away and lowered herself down an inch. She waited there, and then went down another roughly inch. She did this, lowering herself an inch at a time down my fully aroused cock. She was so tight and the stimulation was so intense, that I swelled more than normal. She was getting my cock at full size. She finally made it all the way down, stopping for a moment to feel the pain transition into pleasure, and then she started gyrating slowly at first, before picking the speed up. She then pulled herself up and lowered herself down my cock, slapping her ass on my thighs as she went. She got faster and faster, and thankfully she was so wet. She fucked me fast and hard, watching my face contort with pleasure as she did it. This little girl, this tiny porcelain beauty, was a gorgeous woman with incredible tits bouncing in cadence with her hips. She fucked me, because she loved the feeling of fucking me. I asked, "Do you like having me inside?"

"Yes." She looked at me and smiled, knowing I wanted more. She gave it to me, in a shy voice, "I love your cock inside me." She watched me eat her words up and was clearly on-stage Jin, the dancer who just went with the flow. She then said, "I love how deep it goes."

With her words surges of intense pleasure cascaded out of my balls, and pulsed up my shaft and through my body. I was moaning uncontrollably. Her tight pussy rubbed me everywhere. I could feel tingles everywhere, and then all of the sudden nothing, followed by those same intense tingles. I cried out, "I'm going to cum," and she climbed off fast and plunged her mouth down my shaft. She then let me out and jacked me off fast, taking just enough time to look me in the eyes, before she plunged down again just as the first of my load was escaping. She froze for a moment and then started sliding her mouth up and down my cock faster and faster until I couldn't take it anymore and begged her to stop.

She rolled onto her side, with her leg draped over me and her thigh pressed into my spent, and leaky cock. I just laid there spent. I said, "That was incredible."

"Hmmm huhmmm." She was in a daze.

I asked, "How are you doing?"

I finally realized why she gurgled her previous answer as I watched her throat swallow what she took from me. She finally let out, "Throbbing, tingly, exhaustion." I gave her a bottle of water I kept by my bed. She drank nearly half of it.

I looked at her gorgeous, naked body, so relaxed and vulnerable. "This was amazing. You are really good in bed. I mean really good."

"She quietly said, "Thank you," and then she sat up enough to kiss me with intense passion. Her thigh pressed into my balls as she did it, and I got another tingle. She stopped kissing me and lifted up so we could look at each other. She smiled a moment and with what could only be described as a devious smirk, she said, "Option four?"

"What?"

"We take a shower and then move to guest room naked."

I smiled, "I like that idea."

Then she added, and it turned me on the second the words came out of her mouth, "... and we fuck some more."

"Wow, you said that out loud. You didn't need to whisper it?"

"I'm too spent and tingly everywhere to move to your ear."

"Good! Tell me everything. While you're feeling talkative, share whatever comes to your mind. Explain why you can be so bold when dancing, but so shy when talking. Tell me how you got so good in bed."

"Your mouth, your beautiful abs, your cock..." she smiled at me, knowing I liked when she said dirty words. "I finally have them. I have lusted for you for so long." She laid there silent for a while, building up for her next sentence.

I told her, "I had no idea it would be so breath-stealing to fuck you. Every sensation was on overload."

She said, "I was scared when I first saw it."

I asked her, "Saw what?" She got extremely shy again, and squirmed a little. I looked at her and asked one more time, "You got scared when you saw what?"

She looked me in the eyes and and then slid her mouth to my ear and whispered in a barely audible way, "Your cock." This sweet innocent woman/child had enjoyed my cock that I thought would be too big for her too. "I didn't think I could take it all."

"I'm glad you did. It felt amazing inside you."

Then she said, almost casually, "I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

She looked at me. I was quiet, obviously in thought, and she knew the question flying around my head. "What?" she asked.

"To start, I'm sorry I assumed you were a virgin. You just sort of seemed like you'd be one. Sorry to see you that way. Now I know the true Jin... the one that let's loose when dancing."

She rolled over some more so we could look at each other's faces. Without even noticing she was doing it, she casually moved her hand around my stomach before lowering it to play with my pubic hair and ball sack. It wasn't sexual, just the result of the comfort she felt. She asked, "Will you see me differently in class?"

"Yes." I thought for a moment and continued, "I'll see dancer Jin. I hope I don't start fantasizing about you."

She smiled a guilty smile and then said, "I hope you fantasize about me. I always fantasize about you."

"Will your fantasies be different?"

"A little." As she answered, I rested my left hand on her waist and started gently moving it around.

She looked more intently at me and said, "You never told me your question."

"I was hoping you'd forget."

"I didn't."

"Okay, here goes. As skilled as you are in bed, this was not your first time, or second time, or... you know what I'm asking... I'm kind of embarrassed to ask it."

"You asked me when I was uncomfortable. It's only fair you answer."

As my hands roamed to her right breast, and it felt so nice to fondle, I asked. "When did you lose your virginity?"

She took a deep breath, and let out a sigh. "It was freshman year, with a boy from dance class."

"Details!" I demanded.

She smiled, "I thought he was gay, so I felt safe sharing things with him. I think we ended up in bed in his dorm room just so he could prove to me he wasn't gay. It wasn't the best by any means, but it felt nice to know what it was like to have a cock inside me. All my dorm-mates had lost their virginity and talked about it relentlessly, so now I could too. We only slept together twice and neither of us reached climax."

"As good as you are in bed, and as comfortable as you move when making love, there's more. What else?"

"Sophomore year, when I was dreaming of you every night, I... I..."

"You thought about sex more. You became more aware of your sexuality?"

"Yes."

"Did you play with yourself?"

She got really embarrassed and moved over to whisper her answer in my ear. "Yes."

"Did you play with yourself a lot?"

"Yes."

"Every night?"

She took a moment and then whispered, "And day. It was a lot."

"So..."

She stayed near my ear, so I couldn't see her as she spoke, but this way she'd be more willing to share openly. "So I imagined what you'd like and I practiced."

I could feel myself getting turned on, but having not reloaded yet, it just spasmed but didn't grow. She must have felt it whimpering, because she started giving my shaft some attention with her hand. I replied, "Practiced?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Use your imagination. I might tell you one day."

"So you've only been with one other guy before tonight?"

"No."

"How many?"

"You can't ask that unless you're willing to answer that."

I smiled and said, "You're the sixth woman I've been inside." I was counting them off in my mind as I was answering, omitting the two times I was in for such a short time that it shouldn't count. I also realized that it was actually eight before her that I had penetrated fully. There was no use in correcting the number I told her.

She answered, "Two others." Then she asked, "How many women have you gone down on?"

This question was one I dreaded. There is no way I could give her and honest answer. I had been a bit of a slut the past year, and I actually couldn't easily count them all. I said, "Nine... no wait, more than nine." My first, unaudited count was twenty-one, but I think I was missing a couple.

She wasn't fazed. At least she didn't seem fazed and offered no feedback at my number. She said, "I've gone down five times before tonight."

I did not afford her the same courtesy of withholding feedback. "That seems like the right number for three years in college."

"How do you know they all happened at college?"

"Did they?"

She giggled, shrugged, and said, "Yes."

Before she could interrogate me about my number, I asked, "How many have you swallowed?"

"First time tonight."

"What?"

She started rubbing the tip of my cock and said, "This is the only one." Then she kissed my tip and looked at me to see if she should do more with her mouth.

I said, "I'm so sorry. I'm not ready. I take a while to reload."

She said, "How many people have swallowed you?"

That was easy, "Just one other."

"What?! No way, you're lying."

"Only my first girlfriend did it to me before tonight. I'm honestly not big on receiving blowjobs. I usually don't cum from them."

"So where do you like to cum?"

I was embarrassed to answer, but it felt safe with Jin. "When the woman has a really nice stomach, I love cumming on here there."

"That's where you'll be cumming next."

"You done with swallowing?"

"Let's just say, I was so glad you handed me that bottle of water. It was not the most enjoyable sex act I've ever experienced."

I'm not sure what triggered it, but I had a question I was struggling to word. Finally I spit it out, "How come you were so shy and the only time you said more than three words was in my ear? But now you're talking so openly and comfortably."

"I was in awe because you were the hot teacher every girl on campus wants, and you scared me. Now we've shared something so intimate and you're my dance partner. I was shy because I kind of worshipped you, but now that we've shared something so amazing, we are connected in a way I trust you. Are you okay with this?"

"Very. I like being so open with you. It's comfortable." I decided to change the subject before we got too detailed. "Weirdest spot you've done a sex act?"

I studied in the cubicles on the second floor of the admin building after hours. It was so quiet and no one else knew about it. One night I lifted my skirt, pulled my undies to the side, and pleasured myself right there, next to the window as people walked by."

I interrupted, "You played with yourself there? In public?"

"Yes."

"Bold move."

"You?"

"I fucked my girlfriend at the time, from behind standing on the roof of the Equinox Hotel, while it was rotating."

"I don't even know where that is, but count me in."

"You want to fuck me on a hotel roof?"

She squeezed my cock and said, "I'll take this in me anywhere you'd like." She then continued, "What's your biggest sex fail?"

"I got a massive hard on while wearing shorts and teaching."

"During class?"

"Yes."

"I would have loved to see that. What did you do?"

"I stood awkwardly, behind the podium, until I could give the class a question to do, and then I ran to the bathroom."

"And jacked off?"

"No... I used a damp paper towel and pushed it down."

"Well if it happens in our class, let me know, and I'll take care of it for you."

"Thanks."

"Your fail?"

"An older guy on campus made small talk with me. He was a graduate student in his late twenties. He found me every day, and because I look like this china doll, even though I'm a Korean doll, I think he had some fantasy image in his head."

"I believe they call that a fetish."

"Whatever. So he kept coming up to me every day about the same time, and I softened because he was funny. He asked me out and I said no. At least I said no the first few times he asked. Eventually, he was persuasive enough that I said yes. We ended up at his on-campus apartment and he's coming on to me, and I'm still deciding what I want to do. Out of the blue, he told me he was not into intercourse."

"He brought you back to his apartment and didn't want to fuck you? "

"Nope."

"Did you want to fuck him?"

"Maybe."

"Would you have fucked him if that's what he wanted?"

"Yes."

"So what was the story?"

"He was insecure in bed, so having a partner he perceived as a shy little girl, made it safer for him. He wanted to jack off in front of me. He asked me to pull up my skirt and take off my panties so he could stare at my pussy while he jacked off. You know me, I got quiet and froze up. He got bolder, asking me to have my blouse open and bra off so he could cum on my tits." I couldn't believe how much she was sharing, but I guess post-climax euphoria made her relaxed enough to share. I like that we had connected and she felt safe sharing with me. She continued, "I came to learn that he was an Asian Studies student, and his ex-wife used to humiliate him for his demure penis. I learned this from a Chinese girl in my dance class, and I knew exactly who she was talking about."

"Are you okay?" I pulled her up into my arms as I asked, and she splayed across my chest and we kissed a personal, but not sexual kiss.

"I'm fine now, but it took a while. I stopped seeking guys out after that... until tonight at least. It was a learning experience. I was honest with myself. I knew it was freaky the whole time, but I liked secretly being someone different than the shy, innocent girl everyone saw me as. He was the first person to see me purely as a sexual object, and I liked it. That was a huge mistake."

"Let's get away from this. Any other experiences?"

"No."

I did the math in my head and it seemed like she really wasn't as experienced as her skills would imply. I felt odd asking, but I did anyway. "That's so little experience for how amazing you are in bed. Are you leaving anything out?"

"No."

"No other experiences?"

"None."

"So how are you so good in bed?"

She rolled over, looked at me for a few seconds, and said, "I'm good in bed with you." Then she reached down and took ahold of my cock, and began to slowly stroke it. In her quiet voice, she said, "It's because I wanted this in me so much that I was willing to do anything to pleasure you. I have fantasized so much about this inside me that I was ready to do anything to make you enjoy me. I will seriously do anything you ask me to do. I probably shouldn't share that, but I know your heart and that you'd never take advantage of me."

Based on what I had heard she did before, I had no doubt she would. I said, "Perhaps we'll push your limits."

She continued, "I have fucked you so much in my mind that I am experienced... doing anything with you. I would swallow you again if you wanted me to. There's nothing I wouldn't do to pleasure you. I'd let you do me in the back door if that got you off. I told you that you could do anything to me anywhere, and I meant it... anything at all."

I know she meant to turn me on by this, but I was starting to rethink my choices. I was a little freaked out by it all. I was so hormone-laden that I hadn't thought this out. I was getting a better picture of her in my mind. She had a terrible fuck with a gay guy, yet went back for seconds. She was a fetish doll for a pervert. She had masturbated for years over a teacher crush. And she had successfully seduced me and fucked me exactly as she said she would do. She read me and then worked me to do everything she wanted. But it was awesome. And I felt oddly comfortable with her.

I finally said something. "You know, there's a pattern here, don't you?"

"Perhaps."

"You did a gay guy, which answered a curiosity of some kind. Then you did an old guy who got off on you being a doll, so you satisfied your bondage/fantasy curiosity, or whatever it was. Now you're fucking your teacher."

"And?"

I had no idea what my point was. I was so caught up in patting myself on the back for my sleuth work, that I failed to think out what I was sharing with her. "And I'm not sure."

She was more certain, and able to talk comfortably. She said, I have a three-choice question for you. "Did you enjoy fucking me? (1) It felt great and I want to do it again right after we shower, (2) It felt great, but I'll pass on another, or (3) I did not enjoy being deep inside her tight, wet pussy getting stimulated with every twitch and movement?

I laughed and said, "Well done. I'll eliminate three, and get back to you one whether it's one or two."

"Well I would love to keep fucking and sucking you tonight. I want to experiment with you. I want you to teach me about sex. I want you to take me up on my anywhere promise. I'm the perfect fling for you. Your girlfriend will never know, although I must say there are no signs of her in the apartment, so she likely doesn't know about any of your flings anyway. I won't ask for much, just your cock whenever you have time to give it to me. I want to finish learning your dance, but next time naked. I am a freak... I know that completely. But we all have freaky tendencies, including you. I don't think the shy, innocent girl act works for you, and I'm too comfortable with you now to ever be that again. I know dirty talk gets you off. I can whisper all sorts of things in your ear while you fuck me. I want you to choose number one."

We chose number one, and were off to the shower.