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Frank said good-bye to Phyllis and walked out the door. He felt the need for a little air and descended the exit stairs to the ground floor. He smiled as he saw Eno Yaw dozing in the elevator. He supposed that sleep was all an old man could enjoy-not realizing that Yaw was only as old as he was.

Frank crossed Classic Place and entered the park. He walked until he reached a bench that faced his building. He sat down and looked up to the sixth floor. All was dark in Apartment 6-B. One of his special dreams lived there.

Chapter 8

Friday night had been a big day in Keith Broy's life. He had worried from early morning about his meeting with Bettina Werp. He had practically dragged himself up the six flights of stairs to appear before the door of Apartment 6-C.

Now he waited there, screwing up enough courage to knock on the door. He wondered if he were going to make it at last; lose his virginity to the girl his aunt had found for him. The girl who was to become his sex educator.

Keith wiped sweat from his forehead, pocketed the handkerchief, and pushed the button that set the chimes to work.

The door opened and there she was, amply tittied, slim of waist, long-legged, and beautiful. Keith was instantly aware of his own shortness; his mouth came close to being on the same level as the girl's nipples!

All the girl wore was a turtlenecked one-piece body stocking in black. It served to highlight her pretty face and the shoulder-length hair that was somewhere between gold and copper in color.

"You're Keith," the girl said.

Her lips framed the most engaging smile Keith had ever seen. He couldn't get his own lips to release a word of acknowledgment.

"Come on in," the girl invited. "I'm Bettina. Tina if we become friends."

Keith stared at the sensual picture she made as she stood there in her black body stocking. The thrusting mounds of her firm breasts were molded by the thin material as the nipples pushed their own impression outward.

"Come in!" the girl repeated and turned to lead the way into her studio.

Keith felt his cock begin to show interest in what his eyes were looking at. The pretty swellings of flesh moved gently as the girl walked ahead of him.

The girl stopped suddenly and looked over her shoulder. "You can't talk but you can close a door."

"Oh!" Keith said. He felt embarrassment rise as he turned to shut the door. "I'm sorry."

"Think nothing of it." The girl had an effective smile. "You'll learn to do things, yes?"

"I'll sure try!" Keith followed the girl into the studio where she taught dancing. It was large and square with mirrors and dancer's bars on two of the walls. Comfortable chairs were placed in well-planned positions with little tables by their sides.

"Let me have your coat," the girl said.

Keith shrugged himself out of the light jacket he was wearing and handed it to Bettina Werp. A sigh escaped his lips. "I can't believe it," he said.

The girl walked to the entrance hall and hung Keith's jacket in a closet. "Sit down," she said on returning.

Keith sat in an easy chair upholstered in gold material. The girl sat down in the chair beside him and said, "You can't believe what?"

"That I'm alone in a room with a beautiful girl!" Some shyness had left Keith and he now felt a little off the timid side.

"Do you know why you're here?" the girl asked.

"My aunt said you would-"

"Open a class in sex education just for you!" The girl smiled. "Isn't that beautiful!"

"Great," Keith said. "Just great!"

"Conchi mentioned that you are shy," Bettina said. "I like that in a man. I never cared for the crude men who are always grabbing at me."

"I never had a girl," Keith said honestly.

"So we're even," Bettina said. "I've never had a virgin."

A bit of shyness returned to Keith. "I hope you'll like me," he said.

"Why not?" Bettina said. "Why not, indeed!"

"Girls just don't seem to care for me-well, not that way."

"Come on, Keith," Bettina said. "You're attractive and likable and I like a short man."

"You do?" Keith asked.

"Yes. I really do." Bettina smiled, "There are things to do that make a big man seem out of place-like licking a cunt when kneeling between a girl's legs."

Keith's face reddened and Bettina said, "Don't mind me, I say all the nasty words like cunt and prick and fuck-even shit when I have to."

Keith laughed as he relaxed a little because the girl had used the words. "I'll bet you're something," he said.

"You'd better believe it, Sonny. When sex rears its handsome head there's little Tina won't do."

"I feel better already," Keith said and smiled to show that he did.

"How old are you, Sonny-you don't mind me calling you Sonny?"

"No-call me anything-you're beautiful."

"Well thank you, Sonny. Wait until you see me with only my flesh on. You'll love me, really."

"Is your hair red-down there?" Keith asked, pointing a finger at Bettina's crotch. He reddened at his boldness.

"Don't be embarrassed, and yes, it is red; darker than the hair on my head, of course."

"I'll like it," Keith said.

"You'll lick it," Bettina promised.

"I'll like that too," Keith said.

"Now tell me how old you are."

"Eighteen."

"Do you go to school-but of course you do!"

"The University."

"A brain!" Bettina laughed.

Keith blushed. "Not really," he said. "If I had a brain I wouldn't be a virgin."

"Oh, but I'm glad you are! Can't you see the fun we are going to have together?"

"We are?" Keith said as if in a daze.

"Mercy, yes! With your little prick-it is little, isn't it?-and my happy cunt, what else?"

"It is little," Keith said and looked crestfallen as he imparted that news.

"Don't feel badly, Keith. I once went to bed with a football player whose cock wasn't any bigger than yours."

"Now I feel better," Keith admitted.

"Because you have a little prick or because I know it?" Bettina leaned forward and placed her hand on Keith's knee.

"Because you know it." Keith put his hand over Bettina's. "Makes me feel better."

"What about a drink?" Bettina asked.

"Dad lets me drink sherry. I like it."

"Sherry it is," Bettina said. She stood up to go for the wine. "Does your dad always tell you what to do?"

"Not really," Keith said. Bettina laughed. "What about fucking?"

"He's never said one word to me about sex-and he's a doctor!"

"There is a saying that doctors don't know much about the subject."

"I wouldn't know. Dad's so wrapped up in medicine he even smells antiseptic."

"Mercy-I'll get the wine."

Bettina went to the bar that hadn't been moved when the living room became a studio. She called across the room while pouring sherry into two glasses. "What kind of doctor?"

"He's a surgeon," Keith said proudly.

"How nice," Bettina said, returning with the wine. She handed a glass to Keith and sat down. "Now let's talk about us. Do you use dirty words?"

"Not often," Keith said.

"Say one," Bettina ordered. She sipped her wine as Keith hesitated. "Oh, come on, Keith, a dirty word won't hurt you. If we are to go into sex you must lose your inhibitions."

"I'm sorry," Keith said. "I just can't seem to adjust."

"Do you want to call this off?"

"No!" Keith said.

"Then say a dirty word."

"Cunt," Keith said shyly.

"Now that wasn't hard, was it?" Bettina smiled prettily. "Say another."

"Fuck," Keith said, not so shyly.

"See, you're getting it. Would you like to fuck me?"

Keith blushed. "My insides are turning over!"

"Mercy, you little lamb!" Bettina sipped wine and looked at her pupil. "I've been thinking about you since Conchi mentioned your problem, and I've decided to make you crawl for a piece. It will be awhile before I let you fuck me, Sonny. There are other things for you to learn before you stick your prick into my fine cunt. Understand?"