"Man, what pretty knockers!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Real gone jugs!"
"Feel them. Come over here and feel them." I dropped into my chair again and leaned back like a duchess. He came to me, kneeling beside the chair and feeling the round, warm smoothness of one boob. His fingers explored the rubbery, moist surface of the nipple, rolling it between them and pulling it outward a little to see it stretch. The front of his pants bulged, tenting over the hard-on inside.
I twisted my shoulders to present the other tit. "Don't make this one jealous," I warned him. "Always be fair when you're playing with boobies."
He gulped and shifted his position until he could reach with both hands. "Cripes, Lee! They're all soft and mushy!"
"Huh! Mushy!"
"Aw, shit! You know what I mean! Firm, but the inside stuff sort of slides out from under my hands! You know! I didn't really mean mushy!"
I giggled and sighed. He was going to be fun to teach. The student who was afraid he'd make his teacher mad was the kind who tried hardest.
I touched the bump in his pants with one fingertip and he jerked back convulsively. His face reddened and he squirmed. I felt dizzy with power as I pushed myself to my feet. There wasn't any question about who was boss. He might be a rebel on the street, but on my sun porch he was being humble and cautious. He was scared to death of me and of making a fool of himself.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it over my half-slip. His eyes bugged at the way the white nylon of the slip hugged my hips and cupped in at my crotch. His Adam's apple bobbed spasmodically. Stepping out of the skirt, I stretched the elastic in the waistband of the half-slip and began to wriggle out of the garment.
He groaned. "Cripes, Lee! Something's gonna give!"
I chuckled lightly. "Sure, sweetie. I am."
"Nnnn!"
The slip came off my hips to reveal sheer green panties. At the crotch, one strand of dark hair had escaped and curled against the pale cloth. Will stared open-mouthed at it and made a light, whimpering sound in his throat.
Gaily, I began to roll down the top of the panties. When they stretched in a taut line across my lower belly, pubic hair peeping over them, I reached down and slid the slip off my thighs. I made sure he could see clearly while I lifted one leg, then the other, out of the clinging garment. And I made a work of art working the panties down to expose my pussy. The crotch was darkened by the pussy-juice I'd already oozed, and I knew he was seeing a pink, glistening set of pussy-lips through the veil of my curling, thick brush.
I stood before him, then, still wearing my self-supporting stockings and high heels. He was shaking like an old man. Even his hips were jerking. I turned all the way around for him, letting him feast his eyes on the delicate, clean curves and tantalizing mounds.
"Give you an appetite, sweetie?" I asked gently.
"I dunno about no appetite," he grumbled, "but I'm gonna have hot nuts pretty quick!"
"Well take care of that. Now, it's your turn. Why don't you get undressed for me?"
"Oh, cripes! What if somebody comes, Lee?"
"We're both going to cum, sweetie!"
"Aw, shit! I mean…"
I let my laughter tinkle around him. "I know what you mean. Nobody's going to come in. The door's locked."
I thought I saw a strange light flicker in his eyes, but it was gone so fast I decided it was my imagination. His fingers fumbled with his clothes. I thought he never was going to get them off! But he finally did, and when he pulled down his shorts, his cock leaped erect with such violence I could hear it slap his belly.
He had more body hair than Mark. He was going to be a hairy man, I could see, and he already had a good start. What made it more obvious was his hair was a glossy black. That made it look thicker than it really was. He gave his clothes a healthy kick and sent them flying into a corner. His face a study in embarrassment, he quieted his fidgeting and faced me. His fists were clenched and tight at his sides while his cock trembled in front of his belly. We faced each other silently while he slowly overcome his embarrassment by appraising me. When I'd heated up to the steaming point under his stare, I backed him to one of the straight chairs and pushed him onto it. I was quaking inside; taking the aggressive role with a fifteen-year-old was a whole lot different from babying the twelve-year-olds Mr. Goldstein had made me teach.
But I hid my growing terror behind a bold, brazen exterior. With a knowing smile, I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly inched toward him, straddling his legs. He was having obvious trouble getting his breath and his cock quivered, it was so hard. He laid his hands on my hips, his eyes wide with concern over making the wrong move, and I kept moving in until my pussy-hair flattened on his belly. My position was awkward; I had to bend my knees outward sharply or spread my feet at a horrible angle because of the way the chair seat wedged my legs apart that close in. And if I spread my feet as far as I'd have to, I'd be forced to put too much of my weight on him. So I kept my knees out and my feet in and stood on tiptoe.
My boobies hung right in his face, and he held his head still, as if it were carved out of stone. An imp of perversity got hold of me. I twisted my shoulders gently from side to side, making first one tit and then the other bump his cheek. He colored again, but he began to get the idea, turning his head to press his face to one boob or the other. I drew back just a little and positioned one boobie in front of his face, the nipple brushing his lips.
Once again, he froze up.
"Go ahead! Kiss it!" I said.
He gulped and kissed it. The way he jerked back and the expression in his face, I was sure he hadn't ever gotten his mouth on a tit before. He kissed the pink, wrinkled lump again, his lips tightly together like a kid who's kissing somebody for the first time. Then, with a quick glance into my face, he touched the velvety button with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooh! Feels funny!" he exclaimed.
"Try getting it between your lips," I suggested. Christ, isn't this kid ever going to thaw? I wondered.
He obeyed. His lips closed on the quivering, eager nubbin and he worked it back and forth in them, getting used to the feel. I felt the tip of his tongue exploring the puckered end of the nipple and quick little thrills of pleasure began to well inward. It seemed to take him forever, but he gradually warmed to the action. Without my having to tell him, he started sucking. And the moment he did, the nipple began to swell. The puckering vanished, every hollow filling with newly-turgid flesh, and the lump thrust outward from the face of my boob. The way his tongue began to caress the sides of the nipple, I knew he could tell the sudden difference.
He was getting over his shyness, too. His hands slipped around from my hips onto my firm, rounded, smooth ass-cheeks. He squeezed with his fingers and wiggled the warm mounds, pulling them apart and closing them together. And to my surprise, his fingers worked gradually toward the center and into my ass-crack.
The composure of the teacher deserted me; by taking the initiative, he was arousing my femininity and producing the deep, inner excitement that comes from mental awareness of sex rather than simply from external stimulus. I felt my pussy writhing with hungry, gulping motion and my thighs tightened and trembled. I let myself down onto his lap and leaned back to keep my boobies at an angle where he could continue sucking at them. And I put my feet on the upper rungs of the chair, my knees angling out further, and pulled myself closer so my pussy rode against the cylinder of his cock-shaft.
He was becoming increasingly self-confident. "Hey, Lee! We're gonna fuck, ain't we?"
"You think this was a tea party?" I giggled. "Of course, we're going to fuck!"