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             The Piano Lessons

BRITANNUS [shocked] Caesar: this is not proper.
THEODOTUS [outraged] How!
CAESAR [recovering his self-possession] Pardon him,
Theodotus: he is a barbarian, and thinks that the
customs of his tribe and island are the laws of
nature.  --  G. B. Shaw


The music flowed from my fingers, ta dah di, ta dah
di. Ok, so I was only playing two chords, the tonic
and dominant and a five note melody, but I was playing
it. 

I'd always wanted to learn to play the piano. I love
music especially the classics. But I never learned to
read or play music. Then one day I saw an ad for a new
method of learning the piano. It was pioneered by an
Aussie fellow and consisted of learning to play by
sight and hand memory as opposed to years of
practicing scales. It promised to have me playing
music in six months.  I signed up that day.

The plan was a group lesson each week with individual
work as needed. The group lesson had ten students, all
kids except for me. Most of the kids were being forced
to take lessons and they acted like it. They ranged
from maybe seven up to eleven or twelve. There was one
girl, a little older who was quite beautiful in a
Lolita way. Dangerous. She mentioned the local high
school when asked where she attended so she was
somewhere between fourteen and eighteen. I am lousy at
guessing ages but I would have gone for the lower
number. Unlike the rest of the kids she was determined
to master the piano and always came prepared to
perform whatever song we were doing.

Sitting at the piano, she started playing. Her left
hand, the chord hand, was flawless. She made the
structure of the song so clear I was amazed. The
melody flowed around the chords as she played. It
sounded like a pro. I closed my eyes and let the sound
carry me away. How could she make such a simple little
song sound so well? When she finished I thought I
should clap and then realized where I was. Thankfully,
I didn't make a fool of myself.

She came over and sat in the chair next to me. "I'm
Mike," I said.

Regarding me off handedly, she said curtly, "Heather."

At least she didn't say `My name is like Heather.'
"Your left hand was wonderful," I said.

Her eyes lit up and a smile bloomed, "Really?"

"Oh yeah. The way you did the chords. I wish I could
play them that well," I said.

"I didn't think anyone would notice. I worked all week
on the chords. I bet I played them seven hundred
times," she said exaggerating only slightly I'm sure.
Another student was about to start and the instructor
hushed us. I made a face as he turned back and she
giggled behind her hand as the next student began the
same song. 

I got my turn next and tried to make the chords flow
as hers had done but there was just the slightest
irregularity in the beat. Syncopation is fine in
ragtime but not when you're playing a folksong. I
almost slammed the top down on the piano as I finished
I was so mad. The instructor took one look at me and
said, "You did fine."

"I didn't do half as well as Heather," I said.

"Yes you did," he said. "You did exactly half as
well." The tension evaporated as the students all
broke up and I had to join in. I looked at Heather and
her eyes were bright with mirth as she mimicked me
banging away at the keys. When we quieted down the
instructor had me do it again, phrase by phrase,
showing me how to better control the tempo to even out
the beat. It sounded like a song by the time I got
through and I was mollified.

As I sat next to Heather I smiled and she smiled back.
"I'll show you how," she said before we got shushed
again. The rest of the lesson was pretty boring,
watching the kids all make the same mistakes and not
really caring if they played the song well. It
bothered me that I had never had the chance these kids
had and they were wasting it.  I wished I could tell
them how glad they would be in twenty years if they
knew music. But I didn't know how to convince them.
And maybe they would never notice the lack in their
lives. It was a very sad thought.

As we were leaving Heather caught my eye. I stopped.
"I was serious," she said. "I could show you how I do
it." That's all I need for my ego. A teeny bopper
showing me how to play the piano. Then I remembered
that Mozart was writing operas at her age. "You live
near Garden Park don't you?"

"Yeah. Just down the street. 2548 Oak Street," I said.

"I only live a few blocks away. Tomorrow, after
school?" she asked.

Without much thought I said, "Sure. Anything that will
make me better."

She smiled and danced away to a car that was pulling
up. The woman driving looked like an older version of
Heather. As they drove off Heather looked my way and
smiled.

*****

That night I started to think about what I had
committed to. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
That's all I needed was a cute little teen coming over
and the neighbors getting the wrong idea. I was old
enough to be her father plus a few years. 

But I wasn't going to start anything and I was sure
that a pretty young woman was not going to find me
much of a catch. Lolita is an interesting book but it
isn't real. I decided there really wasn't anything to
worry about. 

The next day Heather showed up as promised. I had been
practicing - trying to get the tempo to flow as the
instructor had shown me. I was beginning to suspect
the same rhythmic challenges I had while trying to
learn how to dance were going to mess with my music
playing. Maybe there was something wrong with me and I
was never going to be able to play music. That was a
dreadful thought. Heather's arrival swept my
maunderings away. I opened the door and she bounced in
full of mirth and sunshine. The piano is in the front
room so we headed straight to it.

She sat down and said, "Here. This is what I do with
the chords," and she started playing the song.

I listened to her glide through the piece.
"Wonderful," I said when she finished. "How do you
make it so smooth?"

She moved over and patted the bench. I slid in next to
her. The seating was quite tight. "Like this," she
said. She played a few chords that start the song and
then stopped. "You do it." I tried. Then she played it
on the high keys as I played the bass line. Having her
playing it at the same time helped. Pretty soon my ear
was forcing my hand to match her rhythms. By about the
fifth run through we played almost perfectly together.
I started to laugh from the sheer joy of making a
beautiful sound. I was doing it. She laughed with me.
"I'll play the low and you play the high this time,"
she said. We crossed hands and played it again. It was
comical as our hands and arms got all tangled. Soon we
were laughing like crazy. She started to clown. I put
my arm around her to play the chords on the highest
notes and she leaned across me to play the melody on
the deepest bass notes. It sounded atrocious and made
us laugh even more. 

In a fit of high spirits Heather bounced into my lap
and took command of the center notes making me play
the high and low parts around her. Pianos are not
built for two sets of legs and she had to push back
into my lap to get her legs comfortable. Up till then
I had been laughing and clowning and not really
thinking of Heather as a desirable woman. But with her
butt pushing into my lap as she squirmed around to
play the music and chase my hands around the keyboard,
I noticed - this was a beautiful young woman in my
lap. The predictable happened. I tried to think about
scales and chords and melodies as her cute little ass
rubbed against me. It was no good. Woodie rose to the
occasion. I was wearing lightweight slacks and it soon
became apparent to Heather as well. She stopped
playing and turned her head back to look at me. I was
embarrassed as all hell.

"Is that for me?" she asked.

I felt the heat in my face. "Heather, I'm sorry.
Really, I apologize. I didn't try to... I mean, it just
sort of happened. I mean, you were in my lap and my
body just did it."

"Oh," she said. "Does that mean you don't think I'm
attractive? It was just a body thing?"

"No, No," I stammered. "You are a beautiful young
woman. I mean, you are very attractive and that's why
it happened." The words just tumbled out and as I
heard myself my mind started to think about what I was
saying. Mike boy, you are screwing this up royally.
"What I mean is I'm old enough to be your father and I
shouldn't, well, you know, get like that."

"Why not?" she said quizzically.

"It isn't proper to let people see, you know. I should
have kept it hidden," I answered.

"It is hidden," she said. "I can't see a thing." 

That made me smile even in my discomfiture. "Very
funny."

"So, you think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said.

"Even though I'm sixteen?' she asked.

"Yes, even though. Yes, you are beautiful," I said.

"No one but my dad has ever told me I'm beautiful and
he doesn't count. So I guess that makes you the first.
For that you get a reward." She leaned back and kissed
me briefly but with intention. I didn't know what to
say. This whole thing had spun out of control as far
as I was concerned and my mind wasn't working very
cogently. She was still in my lap and I felt her
moving her butt around making woodie even harder. "I
like to feel you like this. Is that terrible?" she
asked.

I shook my head and said, "No, of course not. It is
normal. Everyone likes to know that they are desirable
and this is undeniable proof, isn't it. But I'm not
supposed to do this and I could get in big trouble so
maybe..."

She cut in, "No you can't `cuz I would never tell
anyone. Ever. Even under torture or making me take
algebra I wouldn't tell."

I had to laugh, "Algebra?"

"Yes, even if I had to take algebra again I wouldn't
tell," she said with a bright smile.

"Thank you," I said. "But we are here for me to learn
to play this beast." I put my hands on her hips and
pressed to the right to encourage her to move. 

She pushed back against me and held her position. "Ok
let's play," as she started the next song. It was very
hard, no pun intended, to concentrate on the music
with this pixie in my lap. But I worked at it. We
played through several more songs with Heather leading
me and me matching her rhythm and tempo. I was hard
the entire time and I could tell that she would squirm
at times feeling me pushing against her butt. Finally
it was time for her to go. She slid off my lap and
stood. I wanted to stand but that would have caused a
huge tent and I couldn't face that. I was feeling
embarrassed again.

"Can I come again?" she asked.

"I should say no but I really liked playing together
with you. Next time, we play side by side though," I
said.

"Chicken," she said.

"Yes. I am," with a smile.

Heather stood there expectantly and I knew she was
waiting for me to see her to the door, the polite
thing to do. "I can't stand," I said. A concerned look
flashed across her face. "No, not like that. I mean if
I stand up then, how do I explain..."

She glanced down at the tent in my slacks and figured
it out. She rolled her eyes and said, "So you're just
going to be rude?"

The perfect riposte. I was trapped. Swallowing I said,
"You're right." I stood, jamming my hand in my front
pocket trying to hide the too obvious bulge. Heather
smiled and rolled her eyes again. I saw her to the
door and held it open for her. 

She put out her hand forcing me to pull my hand from
my pocket. As I did she glanced down, "You don't need
to be ashamed," she said.

"I'm not ashamed. Maybe a little embarrassed," I said
smiling.

She held my hand as she said, "Well I have to get
going."

"Yes," I said.

She looked at our hands and finally released mine.
"Bye," she said, a last glance at my condition and she
turned and started away.

"Bye," I called after her. I closed the door and went
to the window so that I could watch her. She looked so
cute walking away. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She looked back as the house next door came between
us. I couldn't tell if she could see me staring.
Another step and she disappeared.

*****

Oh the thoughts I had. My mind was running wild the
next few days. Heather was so damn good looking and
desirable and innocent and yet knowing all at the same
time. She hadn't been shocked when she felt my
erection against her cute little ass. She had reveled
in it, squirming around, feeling it against her. She
had smiled appreciatively. Was she too innocent to
know what that meant? No, she had known very well what
it meant and she had felt complimented which of course
a woman should. There is no more sincere compliment
than an erection. A man can't lie about that.

I would lay in bed at night, close my eyes and Heather
would come to me filling my mind with thoughts I knew
I shouldn't have. I made love to her so many times in
so many ways and so many places over the next few days
I lost count. Ah, poor Humbert, I was finding out what
his pain and longing were like. 

My fantasies ran away with me until the next lesson. I
arrived and immediately looked around for Heather. She
wasn't there. I had a horrible premonition that she
had told her mother what had happened. Her mother, of
course, had pulled her from the class. I would never
see Heather again. As I was sinking into despair, the
door opened and Heather appeared, a smile brightening
her face as she crossed the room with a saucy bounce
in her step. My spirit rose from the depths and scaled
the heights. She bounced over and sat next to me. She
smiled for me and then turned toward the teacher. I
was happy.

Looking back, this all seems so melodramatic and
silly. I was old enough to know better. When I was
young I had my infatuations, as we all do. I had
tasted the sweet honey of first love and the bitter
fruit of unrequited love when every glance carries so
much passion, so much meaning. I had outgrown these
sophomoric passions, hadn't I? Yet here I was,
afflicted and silly as a callow youth. It was very
unbecoming and had I noticed how silly I was acting I
would have stopped it immediately. 

So I squirmed in my chair as I watched child after
child wretchedly assault the Ode to Joy and waited for
Heather. Delicious Heather seated at my side. Finally,
it was her turn. I sat tensely, straining to see as
she started playing. Once again, she played
effortlessly. The music soared from the piano and
filled the room. I was again amazed at how easy she
made it seem. Yet I knew she had not had more lessons
than I. I felt envy. But how could I harbor dark
emotions for her. The darkness faded as she finished
and turned to me, smiling. I smiled back. She returned
to her chair, smiling shyly. "Once again, you were
wonderful," I said.

"Thanks. I worked really hard," she said before the
teacher shushed us.

I sat through the rest of the lesson aware of Heather
sitting by my side. My senses were at fever pitch. A
slight move and I noticed. At the end of the lesson
the teacher thanked us all. Heather bounced up and
headed for the door. I followed, discreetly, cut off
by the horde of children rushing for the door. When I
gained the door Heather was standing by the road. I
was about to walk over when a car pulled up. It was
the same woman I had seen before. Heather climbed in
and was gone.

Confused, I found my car and went home. What was I to
think? Why had Heather not even spoken to me after
class? As I maundered, in between my fantasies of
Heather and me in wild sexual scenes, I reached the
only sensible conclusion. I had let my desires run
away with me. I had supposed Heather felt as I did,
which was ridiculous. Of course she didn't think of me
sexually. She had been flattered by my obvious
attraction but she had to think of me as an `old man.'
My bubble burst with the realization. The nice thing
was that I didn't have as many fantasies running away
with my mind day and night. I still had a few. You
hate to waste good fantasies but they certainly
quieted down now that Heather had become unattainable.

*****

I was much calmer at the lesson the following week.
Heather came in and took her seat next to me as usual.
I smiled and she returned it but that was all. It
confirmed my suppositions. I was just an old guy who
had complimented her with his hard on. I had to face
facts. Heather probably knew exactly what it had been.
I recalled reading about a recent study the CDC had
completed on the sexual behavior of teens. The average
age of first intercourse was 13.8 years. Half of the
teens in the study had their first boff before they
were 14. Heather must have already had a boyfriend and
learned the Ars Amore. For her, it must not have been
a big deal. I mean it was a big deal, just not in that
way. I mean, it wasn't little. Oh, never mind.

The teacher called me to the piano first. I sat down
and started to play. Unfortunately, with all of my
fantasies and maunderings I hadn't practiced as much
as I should have. And not having Heather before me as
a good example, well, let's just say my playing sucked
and leave it at that. After I finished I looked up at
the teacher. He had knowing eyes and asked, "Didn't
have time to practice this week?"

"Um, it was a very busy week. I guess it shows," I
answered.

"Maybe you could put in a few extra sessions this next
week and get back on track," he said gently.

Guiltily I said, "Yes. I'll work on it." I slunk back
to my seat. How bad it that, embarrassing yourself in
front of a bunch of ten-year-olds. I didn't look at
Heather, I couldn't. 

Halfway through the next student's set I felt a hand
on my thigh. I looked up, startled, to see Heather
looking up at me. Quietly she asked, "Can I come over
Saturday? You need help."

I nodded. Her hand went back to her lap. I need help.
Damn, but she was correct.

At the end of the hour Heather bounced up and without
a backward glance headed out the door. By the time I
made it out the door the car carrying Heather was down
the street. I got a little mad at myself. I was
determined to master this damn beast, the piano. I
spent the next several evenings banging away until my
wrists were sore. I'd show Heather that I didn't need
help.

*****

Mid morning Saturday I heard the doorbell. I didn't
expect anyone this early. I opened the door ready to
tell them, No, I don't want the Watchtower. Heather
was standing there. I was stunned. She was wearing, or
more accurately, not wearing quite an outfit. She had
on a skin tight micro mini that just barely covered
her butt. For a top she was wearing two small
triangles of cloth held together by string. Oh and
sandals. That was it. 

"Can I come in?" she asked.

I stepped aside closing the door after her. "Did you
Mom let you out of the house in that?" 

Heather laughed, "God no. She went to the store so I
changed into this before I left."

"And how are you going to get home?" I asked.

She showed me her purse and then pulled out a thin
jersey and baggy sweat pants. "I'll put these on
before I get home. What she doesn't know won't kill
her."

I started to say something and then remembered, my
friends used to pull the same stunts when we were that
age. I laughed, "We used to do the same thing."

"Really?"

"Heather, take my word for it. Kids have been doing
the same stuff for hundreds of years. And parents know
it too," I said.

"My Mom doesn't know. She'd kill me," Heather said
hastily. I smiled inwardly. No use arguing. "Anyway, I
need to help you. God, you killed that song."

"I've been working on it," I said with a touch of
defensiveness.

Heather went over to the piano and sat down. She
patted the bench next to her. I slid in but made sure
that my legs were well under the piano. No way could
she hop into my lap. She started playing the song,
then stopped and had me play the first phrase. "Hey,
that was pretty good. How come you murdered it at the
lesson?"

"I had a lot on my mind last week. Truth is, I didn't
practice very much," I said.

Heather turned toward me and said, "Bad boy. You know
you're supposed to practice."

"Guilty," I said laughing. "You're not going to spank
me are you?"

Her gaze got serious, "I've heard some guys like
that."

Too serious. I started playing the second part of the
song. I looked at Heather as I finished and I noticed
that the twisting around had caused her skirt to ride
up. It couldn't go much higher, I thought. I had to
swallow as my throat had become unexpectedly dry.

"You did that pretty good," she said. "Let's do the
next one." She started playing. Glancing her way my
eyes were pulled as if by a lodestone to her legs.
More of her legs were uncovered and the skirt was
creeping even higher. My stomach was making funny
little flips and flops. My eyes traveled up. The
triangles of her bra didn't cover her breasts
entirely. I could see the beginning of the swelling of
her mounds before they flowed under the cloth - Being
partially exposed made the view terribly erotic. It
was just a promise without the detail and made my mind
create the rest of the picture. My breath felt
constricted. I couldn't take a deep breath. I felt
Heather's thigh pressing against mine and looked down.
Her legs were apart enough to have forced the skirt
still higher. I saw a dark patch and at first assumed
it was her panties. But Heather twisted again forcing
the skirt even higher and I got a clear picture. She
wasn't wearing panties. I stared at her pubic hair. It
was dark but not thick. I could see the faint outlines
of her lips through the sparse hair. I started to
panic. I needed to send her home now. But I was lost
in the view. My body didn't listen to my mind - it
reacted as millennia of natural selection had trained
it to react. I was filled with desire to couple with
this nubile nymphet sitting next to me.

I noticed the music had stopped. How long ago I didn't
know. I looked up. Heather was smiling. "You like?"
She put her hand on my thigh and then slid it higher.
I was filled with tension as if a million volts of
erotic energy had zapped its way through my body. My
cock was instantly hard. She looked down and my eyes
followed. "Is that for me?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered simply.

"I don't have to be home until dinner," she said.

"Huh?' I asked.

"I told mom that I'd be gone all day. I don't have to
home until six. I can stay all day, if you'd like,"
she said.

"Heather, do you know what I think you are saying?" I
asked her solemnly. She nodded. "You sure?" She nodded
again but there was a hint of unease in her face. The
way she was biting her lips, she was filled with
tension I could sense rather than see. "What do you
think of my playing today?" I asked changing the
subject.

"It's pretty good, today," she said smiling again.

"So if we don't need to practice all day what did you
think we'd do?" I asked.

"We could talk, or do things," she said looking down
at the keyboard.

I put my finger under her chin and lifted her face
toward mine. "Heather, I think you are desirable
beyond belief." She smiled. "And this outfit would
drive any man crazy. I don't think it's fair at all
you not wearing anything under that skirt," I said.

She laughed and then turning her body toward me
crossed one leg under the other leaving her legs
completely open and giving me a beautiful view. "I
wasn't trying to be fair," she said affecting a sultry
tone in her voice.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked.

"That's not the way it's done," she scolded me. "You
are supposed to sweep me up in your arms and kiss me."

"Like this?" as I pulled her toward me and kissed her,
our lips touching gently and then harder, then parting
and finally our tongues dueled and danced.

"Yes," she said breathlessly as we broke the kiss.
"That's what you are supposed to do."

"And then what?" I asked.

"You are supposed to sweep me away," she said.

"To where? No, that's ok. I can guess." A rising sense
of panic filled me. But it was exactly offset by a
rising tide of desire. Desire, panic - which would
win? 

Heather was watching me and in that instinctive
woman's way she saw the conflict and knew how to get
what she wanted. As I started to speak she put her
fingers to my lips. "Don't say anything. It isn't
romantic to talk so much. Just kiss me and show me
what you want."

I defy any man to say no to a beautiful desirable
young woman asking him to kiss her and show her his
desire. I am not that man. I leaned forward and kissed
my beautiful Heather. Her lips parted and her tongue
teased me. I responded. Her hands came up around my
neck. My hands went round her cute bottom pulling her
onto me. She straddled my lap, her ass pressing down
on my erect cock. She felt it and rubbed against it.
She pulled back and holding my eye said, "I'd like to
see your bedroom."

I started to help her off my lap when she said, "No,
like this." I turned on the bench and stood, Heather
maintained her place, arms around my neck and her legs
around my waist. I walked into my bedroom entwined
with a lovely nymphet. She smiled mysteriously the
entire time. Once in the bedroom I glanced at the bed.
She did as well and smiled again. A knee on the bed
and I slowly lowered both of us to the soft surface of
the bed. I covered her with my body and we kissed
passionately. My hips moved between her legs pressing
my cock against her pussy. I saw one of the strings
around her neck and pulled it. The garment came loose
exposing her tits. They were small perfectly formed
orbs surmounted by hard nipples. Another pull on the
string and the little triangles were whisked off the
bed. I leaned in for another kiss. 

The faintest uneasiness hovered in my mind. I couldn't
quite place it. I looked into Heather's eyes for a
sign that I was going too far, trepidation, concern
and found no signs. Instead I saw passion and desire,
her eyes half closed, her mouth slightly open, her
breathing deep. 

My mouth slid to her neck, nibbling and licking until
she giggled. I kissed down lower running my tongue to
and then around her tits, teasing her and then finally
as her back arched up pushing her tits into my mouth I
kissed and bit her hard nipples.

Lower still, I teased her flat belly before coming to
her Garden of Delights, her dark tuft not quite
concealing the treasure within. I settled between her
legs and gazed at her beautiful pussy. Her outer lips
parted as her legs settled open. My tongue, seemingly
of its own volition, sought her opening. Licking up
and down her pussy she quickly became wet with
arousal. I started to concentrate around her clitoris,
circling, teasing then lashing it and retreating only
to return to the siege again. She gasped and trembled,
her head rolling side to side as I lashed her
clitoris. I covered her with my mouth sucking her
entire bud into my mouth fucking her with my lips,
sucking, fucking, licking her. I slid my finger into
her pussy, curling it into her, finding her center and
massaging her vagina as I continued to tongue and suck
her. Her legs trembled as a flush spread over her
chest. She was close. I sucked her clitoris into my
mouth again, fucking her pussy with mouth and finger
as she crested, a moan arose in her throat.

I watched as she quivered from her climax, I held
still, resting my tongue against her button but not
moving it until her climax passed. When her breathing
was returning to normal and the flush had faded from
her chest I pulled back, bringing a small moan to her
lips. I wanted her now more than ever and I quickly
stripped off my shirt and tore off my pants and flung
them to the floor. Heather's eyes had opened, they
were full of satiation and yet still wet with desire.
I reached for the small skirt which had bunched up on
her hips. She raised her butt and it slid off. Between
her legs for the second time, this time we were to
join as a man and woman are meant, piercing her,
possessing her while she takes mastery over me by
submitting. My cock pressed against her wet opening. A
small moan as I pressed forward and slid easily into
her hot welcoming chamber.

"Oh God, Heather. You feel so good," I said. 

"Mmm," she moaned as she pressed against me pulling me
deeper into her. Her eyes opened, her face was a mask
of desire as she said, "I want it. Please."

I gave her what she desired, slow deep strokes
interspersed with rapid shallow ones, teasing and then
filling her, bringing her closer and closer, her
fingers digging into my arms, her hips thrusting
against mine trying to pull a climax from my cock,
until I felt her rising and fucked into her hard and
deep, rolling my hips at the bottom of each thrust
mashing her clitoris and rubbing it hard and nasty and
forcing her over the edge... Her nails drove into my
flesh but I didn't notice as her climax ripped mine
from the depths of my being. I felt my soul spasm and
filled my darling with my cum. I collapsed onto her
writhing body barely able to hold myself over her. I
rolled to her side pulling her with me so that I was
still inside her.

As we lay resting, she said, "I knew I could teach you
to play piano."

"Well, you certainly played me very well," I said.

She looked confused so I continued, "I mean you got me
exactly where you wanted me."

She giggled. "You were pretty easy," she said.

"I guess that wasn't your first time?" I asked.

"Was it yours?" she responded.

I laughed, "Touch�."

"Did you think I was a virgin?" she asked her arm and
leg lying on me as she pressed herself into my body.

"I didn't think about it at first. But you seemed to
know how to do things. And you didn't seem confused or
concerned." I said.

"Does that bother you?' she asked.

"What? No, of course not." I said.

"I've had two boyfriends. The first was a mistake. I
liked the second one and we did it a lot. I mean, we
went together for most of my freshman year. It really
hurt when he broke up with me. I found out he was
sleeping with another girl, a sophomore. When I asked
him about it he denied it but that night he left a
message on my phone breaking up."

"I'm sorry sweetheart."

"It's ok. It hurt for a while then I got really mad at
him. I mean, I never once had a climax with him. I
always had to take care of myself later. So it's not
like I was really missing all that much." Heather
turned her face up to me and smiled. "So you were
really my first. You gave me my first real time."

I quietly stroked her for a minute or so and thought
about all that had happened. I had questions but no
answers. Here I was lying in my bed with a beautiful
little nymph having just had exquisite sex with her
and truth be told I didn't know why. "Heather?" She
nodded. "Why me?"

"You're not supposed to ask a question like that," she
said.

"Sorry," I said. "But I do want to understand."

We were quiet for a while. Then Heather lay her head
on my chest. "Why did you ask why me?"

"Because I wanted to know," I said.

"Don't you know why?" she asked.

"No."

"Because I like you. What did you think?" she asked.

"I guess I never thought that. I mean, I'm older than
you and I never thought you'd like an old guy like
me," I said.

"I like that you are old, I mean older than me. It
makes you kinda distinguished. That little bit of gray
in your beard. I like it." Her hand tickled my chin. 

I smacked her butt lightly, she yelped and tried to
tickle me. I grabbed her hands and pushed her back
against the bed. She struggled for a while and then
relaxed. Our eyes met. I leaned down and our lips met.
Just that quickly my cock rose. "Again?" I asked.

"No," she said. "you despoiler of girls." I leaned
forward to kiss her but she turned her face away
though there was a smile on her lips. She pulled her
hand free and it insinuated it between us. My cock had
responded to the fresh eroticism in the air. Her hand
found it and stroked a few times then she pulled me
forward. She seated the head between her labia and
rubbed it around until I was coated with her
lubricant. I pushed forward entering her again. "No,
no..." she said. Her legs went around me pulling against
my ass until I was fully inside her. Her hips ground
up against me. "I can't stop you from taking advantage
of me," she said as she continued to rub herself
against me. She dropped the quavering voice and
finished, "But if you're going to take advantage of me
you better satisfy me too," as I pulled back and
thrust into her.

And so went the rest of our first afternoon together.

*****




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