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Original posted in June 2000
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The Maths Tutor
by knobbieknobbs
(c) Copyright 2000 knobbieknobbs

I've been tutoring Sophie with her 'A' level maths for almost 9
months.  Back in the summer, she had contacted the agency, which then
put me in contact with her.  We arranged a meeting, decided what was
needed, and we've been having two hour-long sessions a week ever
since.
Sophie was in a maths group with several Oxbridge candidates, and
although she was an intelligent girl in her own right, she was nowhere
near that standard, so instead of hold back the rest of the class, the
teacher had left Sophie behind.  When her mom complained to the school
about this, they agreed to pay half the cost towards some private
lessons, so long as Sophie showed some improvement.  They didn't make
a habit of doing this of course, in fact this was the first time, but
because Sophie's dad was quite high up on the local council, they
readily agreed to his suggestion.  Who said local democracy doesn't
work?

When we started the lessons Sophie had just turned 17.  I was 25,
teaching at a local comprehensive school, and lived alone.  I did
private tutoring on the side, to supplement my income, and to remind
me why I got into education in the first place.  It's so much more
rewarding tutoring one committed, enthusiastic student compared with
trying to control a class full of morons.  Sophie's mom and dad both
agreed that the relatively small age difference between us was a 'good
thing'.  I was young enough for Sophie to relate to, but old enough
for her to take advice from.  I must say that for my part I was happy
to be tutoring at a decent level for a change.  I was getting tired of
always working with the pre-pubescent or worse still, hormonally
disadvantaged just-turned-teenager types.

For the first couple of months everything went swimmingly.  I went to
Sophie's house for the lessons, and we worked at the dining room table
while her mom sat in the adjoining lounge, watching TV and providing
much a needed caffeine supply.  Sophie began to make rapid progress,
her test scores at school began to improve, and she needed less and
less prompting from me when we tackled the types of question that we
worked on before.
Sophie's mom began to trust us more, and come the cold winds of
September, she was present for only one of our two weekly sessions.
To be honest, trotting down to Sophie's always proved to be a bit of a
hassle.  I had to make sure I took all the right materials with me,
and I invariably left something at home.  In October, when Sophie
passed her driving test and her dad brought her a small car to
celebrate, she had a proposition for me.
"James," she said at the end of one session, before she had paid me,
"You always seem to forget to bring something or other with you."
"I know.  It comes from being a Mathematician, we're a bit
scatterbrained," I generalised.
"Well, I was thinking.  What if I came to your house instead of you
coming to me?"
"I'm not sure Sophie, the nights are drawing in, it could be dangerous
for you.  The travelling I mean."
"I'll be fine.  I've got my car now, so getting there and back would
be no trouble, and we'll have all the materials available."
"That's true I suppose.  It is a good car you've been brought, but I'm
not sure your mom would think it is a good idea."
"I can convince mom, that's no problem, it's you I need to convince.
And I have the perfect way.  If you don't let me come to your house
from now on, you won't get this," se held out two crisp notes that
represented my payment.
"That's blackmail Sophie."
"That it is.  What you gonna do about it, report me?"
"There's not much I can do is there.  I guess next we'll meet at my
place.  Here, I'll give you the address."

I was a little uneasy with this situation.  I know I'm a professional,
and I'm not supposed to look at Sophie that way, but she was, still
is, one hell of an attractive girl.  She was about my height, five and
a half foot, with the sleek, toned body of an athlete.  She curved in
all the places that a woman should, and yet, from what I could tell,
there was not an ounce of fat on her.  Her hair was a little over
shoulder length, and when we worked she always wore it in a pony-tail
high on the back of her head, to keep it out of her eyes.  She wore an
athlete's clothes as well.  Despite it being winter, she wore tight,
short crop-tops, and sporty leggings.  When she got cold, she would
pull on one of those small, hooded sports sweaters.  She was a fine
specimen of a seventeen year old.

Up to now, while we had been working at her house, I hadn't even
thought about her in a sexual way.  I was there to tutor her, an
entirely professional relationship, and that was it.  But now that I
knew she was coming to me, I started to ask why she would want to be
in my house, where she knew we would be alone.  Maybe it was like she
said, she wanted all the materials close to hand, but there was
something about the glint in her eye when she suggested it that told
me otherwise.  I suddenly found my mind full of the kind of images
that were just not appropriate, and there was nothing I could do to
get rid of them.  All I could think of was what might happen when
Sophie came over for her next lesson.

The lesson was on a Sunday, and the weekend came all to quickly for
me.  She pulled up in her car at a little before three.  Early.
"Hi James," she said as I opened the door for her, "I got us some coke
and chocolate on the way here.  Mom was around to make sure we had
refreshments at my house, but I wasn't sure that you would have
anything."
"Coke and chocolate is all that is in my fridge sometimes Sophie," I
replied as she came through the door.
"Oh.  Never mind.  Look, I've got a test on Wednesday on elastic
collisions, and I'm not too hot on those, so can we concentrate on
those today please."
"Sure, no problem.  The back bedroom upstairs is where I normally
work.  Go and find a spot at the desk, and my 'Nelson, Longman and
Wall' book off the bookshelf.  I'll get us some glasses and ice for
that coke."
It was a good lesson.  A very good lesson.  Sophie seemed less
distracted than at her own house, and she clocked on to how to answer
the questions pretty quickly.  My fears seemed to have been allayed.
She had wanted to come over just to work.  That was that.  Just work.

It went on like that for several weeks.  Wednesday evenings and Sunday
afternoons, Sophie would pull up outside my house with chocolate and
coke, and we would get through plenty of work.  One particular
Wednesday, just as we were finishing the lesson, Sophie had something
to say.
"James..."
"Yes?"
"I really appreciate all your help and everything.  I don't think I
would be able to get through this exam without you."
"Thank you Sophie,"
"I wish there was some way I could repay you."
"You do that at the end of every lesson.  You give me money."
"Yeah, but..."
"No buts Sophie.  You pay me to do a job and I do it.  It's as simple
as that.  If you want to repay me than you'll get the grade you are
capable of in your exams next summer."
"That will probably be a better grade because of you.  You know that?"
"Yes, and knowing that will be thanks enough."
"You went to University didn't you James?"
"Yes, why'd you ask?"
"We have to get our applications in soon.  I'm still not entirely sure
that I want to go."
"D'you want me to be honest?"
"Please."
"You'd be a fool not to.  I had a wonderful time.  I know things are
even harder now than when I went, and they were hard enough then, but
I'm sure your parents would look after you financially."
"Daddy said that.  He even said that I needn't get a loan."
"So go for it.  It'll be a shame to have worked so hard and miss out
on an experience like that."
"Where did you go," she asked.
"Me?  I went to Liverpool."
"So you moved away from home."
"Yeah.  You feel less guilty about staying out until 3 and 4 in the
morning if your mom is in another city."
"Thanks James.  I think that's helped."
"You're welcome."

It seemed to me that Sophie was starting to see me as a big brother,
or at least a big brother's best friend.  After she asked me about
university, she started to confide in me more and more, and about more
and more personal stuff.  I heard all the gossip from school, I knew
who she fancied, and who fancied her.  She even told me about parties
that her friends were having, hinting that I might want to go.  I
never did.  I told her that I didn't think it was right, and besides,
a group of teenagers wouldn't want some mid-twenties teacher type
hanging around.
I found myself starting to care a great deal about Sophie.  I really
wanted her to get into university, and to get into a good one.  She
was a sweet girl and she deserved the best.
In the New Year, after a break for Christmas and the millennium
celebrations, Sophie and I started up lessons again.  Again they were
at my house, the arrangement had become far too convenient to change.
Sophie got accepted into several universities, and settled on a
conditional offer from Bristol, one of the top five Uni's in the
country.  She needed a 'C' in maths, and 'B's in her other two
subjects.  I knew that she was well capable of getting them.

Sophie's 18th birthday was in the middle of February.  I thought it
would be nice to get her a present, so I spent a few quid on a bottle
of wine, a box of chocks, and a small locket on a chain.  She was
delighted when she opened last of these three gifts on the Wednesday
night lesson before her birthday.
"James, you shouldn't have.  It's lovely."
"It's for luck.  When I went into my exams, I always wore a lucky St.
Christopher that my Aunt brought me.  I thought this might be your
lucky exam charm."
"Thank you James," She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Actually James I have something for you," she gave me two envelopes.
"Open this one first," she said, pointing to the larger of the two.
It was a party invitation for that Friday night.
"Mommy insists on throwing me a birthday party.  It will probably be
ghastly, with all my family there and so on, but she would like you to
come to thank you herself for all you've done for me."
"OK, I'll be there.  What's in this one?"  I opened the other
envelope.
"That one's an invitation to the end of exams party.  The Dome
nightclub in town sent some free tickets and vouchers for champagne to
the school.  We got 4 tickets each, and I'd like you to have one."
"I don't know Sophie."
"I'm not taking *no* for an answer.  Not this time.  This party is to
help me celebrate finishing exams properly, and I want the people I
care about to be there."
"Of course."
"Well then.  You have to come.  That's all there is to it."
"OK, whatever you say.  I guess I'll have to show you kids how it's
really done."
"I'm counting on it."

I spent Sophie's birthday party mostly with Sophie's parents.  They
insisted on buying me drink after drink to say "Thank You" for all I
had done for Sophie.  They were very nice to me, and we chatted for a
long time.  By the end of the evening, I was quite drunk.
As I left, Sophie gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks
for coming, that must have been awful spending all night with my
parents."
"It wasn't that bad" I replied.
"See you on Sunday?" she asked.
"If I've recovered," I said.

Just a few weeks from the exams, Sophie stepped up her lessons to
three times a week.  We got down to some serious studying and spent a
lot of time doing past papers, working out what to expect from the
exam.  By the eve of the first exam, I was convinced that Sophie was
as prepared as she could possibly be.  She on the other hand, wasn't
quite so sure.
"I'm nervous as hell," she told me before she left my house on the
night before the exam.
"That's perfectly normal," I said.
"But it's not very good for me, is it?"
"Yes, it is.  I'd be more worried if you weren't nervous.  Being
nervous will get the adrenaline pumping, and that will keep you alert
and on top of your game."
"If you say so."
"I do say so.  Now remember what I've told you.  The exam is three
hours long, that's 180 minutes.  With 100 marks on the paper, that's
over a minute and a half per mark.  Take 10 minutes at the start to
read through the paper, mark the questions you know you can do, and
then do those first.  The confidence will help you with the ones you
find more difficult."
"I'm not looking forward to this."
"No-one does.  But you are ready.  You'll do well."
"You still coming to the club this Saturday?" she asked
"You bet," I said, "I haven't been to a decent club in ages.  I'm
looking forward to it."
It was true.  I was looking forward to going clubbing again.  A few
years earlier, I had been a regular clubber, but recently the
pressures at school had gotten on top of me.  I ran the maths
department's links with the local primary schools, collecting all the
information on the kids that would be coming to our school.  It might
not sound it, but it's exhausting work, and I found myself too tired
to go out, so I sat in front of the TV instead.  Winning the FA Cup or
Superbowl on my Playstation was about as energetic as I got.
"Good," she answered, "I'd better go and get a good nights sleep."
"Good idea.  Best of British Luck."
"Thanks."

I wasn't entirely sure of the dress code at The Dome, so I rang them
when I woke on Saturday morning.  "Dress to Impress" I was told.  Well
I can remember when that meant a shirt and tie, so I asked them to
clarify for me.  The club owner said that as long as I steered clear
of denim and sportswear I would be fine.
I wasn't very impressed when I checked my wardrobe.  It was full of
the dull grey and black suits that I wore for school.  The last thing
I wanted was to turn up looking like a teacher and embarrass Sophie.
I raced down to Burtons in town to get something more suitable.  It
wasn't cheap, thank God for BarclayCard.
I was due to meet Sophie and her friends at the club at 10 O'clock.
By seven I was showered, shaved, changed and ready.  I met a friend in
the pub down the road.  Sophie had given me two tickets and I was
damned if I was going to turn up alone.  Ashley and I were supposed to
have a drink before we went, but it turned into steak and chips.
After a couple of hours and several pints, we called a taxi and made
our way to the club.
By the time we got there, a long queue had already formed outside the
club.  Ashley and I joined the end of the line, and I regretted not
bringing a jacket as I shivered in the cool night air.  It took over
ten minutes to get to the clubs' door.  I presented the tickets Sophie
had given me, and the two of us were waved into the place without
having to pay.  I had never been to this club before and I was
somewhat surprised by the size of it.  I remember thinking that I
would never find Sophie in this crowd.  Still, I was here now, and so
was my best mate.  I knew he was on the pull, and I might even join
him.  Ash spotted some of his colleges from work, and went over to
join them.  I made my way to the bar to get us both a drink.  I
ordered two bottled beers and balked at the cost.  I didn't have much
cash on me so I opened a tab on my credit card instead.  While the
barman was doing that a familiar voice behind me said, 'I'll have a
Hooch Lemon please James."
"Oh you will, will you?"  I said turning around.
"Yes please," said Sophie, "after all, it is a celebration."
I couldn't refuse.  She looked stunning.  As always, she had her hair
in a ponytail, but she had some sort of spray on it that made it
sparkle.  She wore just enough make-up to enhance her features; her
lips, cheeks and eyes.  She was wearing almost the classic little
black dress, except that this had a low back and halter neck.  Oh, and
it was short.  Very, very short.
She saw me admiring the dress.
"Like the outfit?"  She held her arms out and spun around on the spot.
"It's certainly not what I'm used to seeing you in," I replied.
"Is that a yes?"  She looked at me with doe-eyes.
"Yes, Sophie.  It's a lovely dress."
"And the shoes," she said, standing on one leg and waggling her foot
at me.  They were indeed nice shoes.  I was more than happy to look
down there as it gave me an excuse to look at her legs on the way back
up.
"How did the exam go?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," she said, "Not tonight."
The barman brought Sophie's drink and we walked away from the bar.
Sophie looked at the two bottles in my hands.
"I hope you're not planning to get too pissed," she said, "I expect a
celebration dance later and I don't want to have to hold you up."
"They're not both for me," I said, "I'm here with a friend.  He's over
there, look."  I pointed to Ash.
"Introduce me then," she said.
I took her over and introduced her to Ash and his workmates.  Sophie
revelled in their attention for a while.  Ashley pulled me aside to
talk to me, but the club was so loud he had to shout.
"She is hot mate.  Is she the one you've been tutoring?"
"That's her," I replied.
"I don't know how you've managed it, being alone with her, really
close like, for two hours a week.  I'd have jumped on her by now."
"Well I'm far too professional for that," I said, "besides, I enjoy
working with her, and if I tried anything, she would almost definitely
want another tutor."
"Aw, man.  You need your head looking at.  She is hot, and she's hot
for you.  I don't know why you don't just go for it."
"They're called professional ethics, mate, ethics."
"Fuck ethics.  Fuck Sophie while you're at it.  She's gotta be worth
it.  Besides, if she's finished her exams, she' not your pupil
anymore, and it's not like she's jailbait or anything."
Just then, Sophie came over and insisted that I go and meet her
friends.
"I met them at the your birthday party," I said.
"So," was her reply,  "I'm celebrating.  Come and meet them again.
Besides, the Champagne is over there."

I had a really good time for the rest of the night.  We drank
Champagne, danced and I chatted at length with some of Sophie's
friends while I was resting.  Sophie, on the other hand, never stopped
dancing.  I have no idea where she got the energy.  The beat of the
music was so fast, and made you dance equally fast, that I could only
last for 2 or 3 tracks at most.  Each time I forced my way on to the
packed dance floor, Sophie would push everyone out of the way, and
come running over to give me a hug.  When I left the floor to
recuperate, Sophie tried to hold be back and stop me from going.
At one point, it must have been around 1 a.m., I was sat at the table,
trying to get the last few drops out of the last Champagne bottle to
avoid inflicting more damage on my already suffering credit card, when
Sophie's best friend, Andrea, came and flopped down next to me.
"It's empty," she said.
"So's my wallet," I replied.
"Well I've got some cash left.  I'll but you a drink on one
condition."
"What's that?"
"For god's sake just get it over with and snog Soph."
"What?"
"She's hot for you.  Surely you've noticed, your mate Ash has.  He's a
good kisser by the way."
"What?"  My brain was starting to fail and there was just too much
information in one sentence.
"At school Sophie talks about nothing but you.  It's James this and
James that.  She thinks your some sort of god or something.
Personally I wish the two of you would just fuck and get it over
with."
"What?"
"Oh I give up.  Look, is that mate of yours available?"
I'd always had my suspicions, but to be told in such detail had shook
me up a little.  Andrea got up and chased after Ash, just as Sophie
took her place next to me.
"Sophie," I said, suddenly wide awake.
"James."
"I wanted to say thanks for asking me to come tonight.  I've had a
blast, I really have."
"Thanks for coming.  I'm just glad I've finally got you out of the
house and away from those books."
We looked at each other for what seemed like an age, but could only
have been a few seconds.  Her eyes were sparkling and she looked
prettier than ever.  She smiled at me and if it was possible her eyes
lit up even more.  She placed her hands on my face and pulled me to
her gently as she placed a kiss softly on my lips.  It was a brief
kiss but she tasted so sweet on my lips and I wanted more.  If I
hadn't had quite so much to drink I would have stopped things there,
but at that moment, Sophie changed from a student who I wanted to do
well, into a sexy, beautiful young woman who was offering herself to
me.  I reached up a hand to her face and we kissed again, this time
with more passion.  I slipped my tongue into her mouth and almost
immediately, she began to suck on it.  We kissed for well over a
minute before she pulled away.
"I've wanted this for so long," she said with a sigh, "So long."
I just smiled at her.  She glanced at her watch.
"My mom thinks I'm staying at Andrea's tonight.  This place closes
soon.  Lets go now before the crush starts."
"Go?"  I said, "Where?"
"Your place?" she didn't sound very sure of herself, she knew she was
setting herself up for a fall.
"Okay," I said, "We'll go back to my place.  But no promises about
what might happen."
"Oh, I'll make the promises believe me," she said, wide eyed, "and
don't worry.  I know it could be difficult for you, but no one will
find out.  I promise."
We left the club and took a taxi back to my house.  The whole journey
we kissed and caressed each other.  I allowed my hands to roam over
Sophie's body, up her back, along her perfect thighs.  I was still
slightly apprehensive, so I tried to avoid touching her breasts or
running my hand up underneath the hem of her dress.  Sophie, for her
part, had equally busy hands.  While her tongue was searching my
mouth, her hands were in my hair or on my back.  At one point, she
opened two of the buttons of my shirt and ran her fingers through the
thin hair on my chest.
I was in two minds as to what I wanted.  I was enjoying this taxi ride
more than any other I had taken, and I wanted it to go on for much
longer.  On the other hand, I wanted to get Sophie back to my place as
quickly as possible.

When we arrived, we were no sooner through the door than Sophie pushed
me back against it and once again, her tongue was exploring my mouth.
I returned the favour, before pushing her off me so I could offer her
a drink.  I took her hand and walked in the general direction of the
kitchen, but she stood her ground.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"The kitchen," I said, "I was going to make coffee."
Her eyes told me what she thought of that idea.  She nodded her head
in the direction of the stairs, and smiled.  I smiled back and nodded
my agreement.  We didn't need words.
I let go of her hand and she walked slowly up the stairs.  I watched
for a while, unashamedly now admiring the gentle swing of her hips.
She reached the top of the stairs and turned to look at me.
"Hurry up with that coffee.  I'll be waiting for you."
She disappeared into the bathroom, I assume to freshen up, and I
hurried into the kitchen to make us a drink.
I was decidedly nervous as I made the coffee.  In my mildly drunken
state, my emotions were all over the place.  Upstairs, waiting for me,
was a very sexy, willing 18-year-old virgin.  Every man's dream.  But
at the back of my mind was the nagging thought; "Teachers shouldn't do
this with their students."
If I hadn't spent 8 months tutoring Sophie, I would have had no qualms
about what I was about to do.  But I had, and I did.  She had
reassured me that she wouldn't tell anyone, that it was what she
wanted.
Just then, she called down the stairs to me, "James?  I'll be in the
bedroom, Ok."
What the hell!  She wanted me, I wanted her, and to hell with the
consequences.

I finished the coffee and took it upstairs to Sophie.  As I walked
into the bedroom, I was stopped dead in my tracks.  Sophie was lying
on her side on my double bed.  She had taken her hair out of its
ponytail, and it flowed down around her face.  She rolled onto her
stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, her legs bent at the
knees and her feet in the air.  From this position, I could see right
down her cleavage.  It was a phenomenal sight.  Any doubts I had
disappeared forever at that moment.

I put the coffee down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed
facing her.  She pushed herself upright, her legs underneath her, and
draped an arm around my neck.
"I've been in love with you for such a long rime," she said dreamily,
"almost from the first time we met."
With that she placed her lips against mine, and we were kissing again.
I responded and placed my arm around her and my hand on her back.
Clearly, she was in no mood to waste time, and she reached up to guide
my hand to her breast.  I felt it through the thin material of her
dress, squeezing gently.  As we kissed her breathing became heavy, and
she began to moan softly.  She moved her hand from my neck, and began
to undo the buttons on my shirt.  One by one, she undid them, rubbing
her hand on the newly exposed portion of my chest each time.  As is
the fashion these days I was wearing my shirt outside of trousers, so
when she had opened the last button, she had no problem slipping it
off my shoulders leaving me naked from the waist up.
She pulled back from our kiss to look at me.  Then she bent her head
to lick at the nipples of my chest, sending shivers throughout my
body.  I closed my eyes, tipped my head back and just enjoyed the
feelings that this gorgeous creature was causing inside me.

Suddenly she stopped, scuttled over to the other side of the bed and
stood up.  She stood there before me, looking exquisite in that little
black dress.  She smiled at me; still no words were needed, and then
reached up to the halter-neck clasp.  She undid it, and gently brought
it down, taking care to hold her dress up.  I could see now the answer
to a question I had had all night.  Was she wearing a bra?  Yes she
was, it was one of those multi-way things that can be worn strapless
or as a halter-neck, or a number of other ways.  I could see the silky
black straps but nothing more.
"This Is a Gucci, it was a birthday present and it was expensive," she
said, "I'd hate to leave it on the floor."
I jumped from the bed and fished a coat hanger from the wardrobe.  I
handed it to her and she placed it on the bed in front of her.  Then
she slipped the dress down and stepped out of it.  She looked
fantastic.  She was wearing a delightful black mess bra, which I could
clearly see her nipples through as it stretched to contain those
fabulous breasts inside.  The black material contrasted with the
creamy whiteness of her flesh.  With the exams looming she clearly
hadn't had time for sunbathing.  Her skin was smooth and her stomach
as flat and firm as a board.  She stood in front of me and hung her
dress on the hanger.  She turned her back on me, and walked over to
the wardrobe to hang up her dress.  This gave me a heavenly view of
her backside.  She was wearing a tiny black thong that matched the
bra.  From the back, it looked as if she was not wearing anything, the
thong disappearing between the cheeks of her arse.  From the front, I
could see her thin, wispy pubic hair through the black mesh material.

She came back over to bed and sat down next to me.  She smiled and
draped an arm around my neck again.  We were kissing again, and this
time I was less tentative with my hands.  They both went straight to
her tits, caressing them through the material of her bra.  I tried to
avoid her nipples, gently brushing them occasionally, teasing her.
Each time I did, she gasped as we kissed, and I could feel the nipple
harden slightly.  In time, I reached into her bra and scooped out the
flesh inside.  Once they were both free, I attacked the nipples,
rubbing and squeezing them.  She broke off the kiss and the expression
on her face told me she liked what I was doing.  Her mouth was open
and her eyes were wide.  From her throat came barley audible moans of
pleasure.  She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.  As she
pulled it over her head, I bent my neck and sucked one of those tiny
buds of female flesh into my mouth.  This time she squealed louder.
"Oh....Oh, my god....Oh James, don't you dare stop.  God that feels
good."
She threw the bra onto the floor and put both hands on the back of my
neck, pulling me into her tighter.  I responded by stopping my
sucking, and instead flicked at the nipple with my tongue.  With my
hand, I rubbed the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Sophie went wild at this, becoming even more vocal.
"Oh yeah.....Oh, that's nice....that's nice James...Oh my god don't
stop."
I pulled back from her, fighting against her hands that were trying to
keep me there.
"No..." she said, but all I wanted to do was swap nipples, and she was
soon once again telling me how much she was enjoying what I was doing.
For somewhere between five and ten minutes I alternated between
nipples, sucking, flicking and rubbing.  In time, I pulled away, and
sat up straight.
"Oh, James," she said, "I never...no-one ever....that was nice."
"There's more to come," I said.  "Lie down."
She did as I said, leaning back on the bed.  I followed her and taking
care not to put all my weight on her as I lay on top of her, I kissed
her mouth once again.  It was a brief kiss, and I soon broke it off,
so that I could run my tongue down her chin and neck, between the
valley of her breasts, and on to her navel.  I dipped my tongue into
her belly button and swirled it around before continuing down to her
panties.  I sat on my knees between her legs, took the straps of her
thong on her hips between my fingers, and pulled it down slightly.
Sophie lifted her hips to assist me, and her thong was down past her
knees and off.  I tossed them down to the floor to join the bra.

I ran my hands up Sophie's legs, parting them as I did so.  I looked
down at her, lying before me her legs spread, waiting to see what I
would do next.
She smiled at me, "Well?"
I lifted her right leg and kissed it at the knee.  I continued with
little kisses up her leg until I reached the top of her thigh, then
released her leg, and did the same with her left leg.  When I had
finished, I bent down and kissed her just above her neat patch of
pubic hair.  She was clearly turned on a tremendous amount, and the
scent of her filled my nostrils completely.
I slid my hands up along her waist and around to her back, letting my
thumbs just trace the curve of her breasts.  Her skin was incredibly
soft and smooth.  She grabbed my head gently in her hands and pushed
it down toward her crotch, clearly telling me what she wanted.  I was
more than willing and as I traced my tongue through her pubes she
moved her hands so that they caressed my shoulders, and then let her
fingers move up and through my hair, letting me set the pace.

I slid my hands down along her hips until my fingers traced the crease
below her buttocks.  As I got closer, I could feel her wetness against
my face, and feel her muscles beginning to tighten up.  She was
beginning to make animal sounds deep in her throat, and her fingers
tightened in my hair.  I had wanted to prolong this more, but I was
not going to be able to resist much longer.  I pushed my face directly
into her, and let my tongue lap up through her slit until it flicked
across her clit.  She gasped as I moved my hands to cup her buttocks
and press her into my face.  I dipped my tongue into her and lapped
upward.  She arched her back, began to move back and forth.  A
prolonged "Ahhhhh!" came from inside her, almost like singing.  I
settled into a rhythmic lapping up and across her clit, then taking it
between my lips, sucking it in, and pressing it out with my tongue.
Her hands pressed my face hard into her, and she began to thrust with
more force back into me.  She began a short, harsh panting sound that
grew in intensity until I was worried she might wake the neighbours.
She suddenly gave a single high-pitched squeal and her body tensed up
for several moments before going limp.  She let go of my head, and her
hands fell at her sides, while I lay between her legs, my head resting
on her thigh, licking her slowly and softly.  I was in heaven, and
very nearly fell asleep right there as we enjoyed the closeness of
each other while time seemed to stand still.

Sophie's breath slowly returned to a normal rate, and she lifted her
head up off the bed.
"James....Oh James..." she kept repeating.
I moved my head and pulled myself up her body until my face was level
with hers.  I looked deep into her eyes, and she smiled back up at me.
"Recovered?"  I asked.
"I want you James," she replied, "I've always wanted you."
I still had my trousers and boxers on, and sat up on my knees so that
I could undo the buckle of my belt.  Sophie reached up to help, and I
moved my hands to let her get on with it.
I knelt in front of Sophie as she sat, her head level with where my
cock was hidden by my clothes.  She finished with the buckle, and took
clear pleasure in whipping the belt out from around my waist.  She had
a big grin on her face, and looked like she was opening her birthday
present.  She threw the belt on the floor, and attacked the button and
fly of my trousers.  It didn't last long, she reached inside, her
hands going around to my ass, and she forced my trousers down as far
as they would go in my current position.

My Calvin Kliens were all that stood now between Sophie and her first
glimpse of my cock, and as far as I knew, her first glimpse of any
cock.  Again, she reached up, slowly this time, and took hold of the
waistband of my boxers.  She pulled it away from my belly, and moved
her head to peek inside.  She looked up at me, smiling, then pulled
the garment down and over the bulge that was my cock.  It sprang down
and hit her on the nose as it was set free.
"Oh," she said, "Hallo," she was talking to my cock; "I've been
waiting to meet you for such a long time.  How about a kiss?"
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of cock.  Then she pulled my
boxers down to the same position as my trousers, and moved her hands
back up so that they were gripping the cheeks of my ass.  Finally,
after such a prolonged stripping, Sophie teasing me as much as I had
teased her, she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock, sucking it in
as much as she could.
I threw my head back and was just getting into the rhythm of Sophie's
blowjob when she stopped and lay back down again.
"Make love to me," she instructed.
I fumbled with my clothes as I tried to get them off.  Sophie just lay
there watching.
"Come on," she urged, "I've waited long enough don't you think."
"Is this..." I asked, but Sophie didn't need me to finish the
question.
"I've been saving myself for you," she said.
I smiled, and having finally got all my clothes off, took my cock in
my hand and guided it towards her waiting pussy.  Sophie reached down
as well, and together we rubbed my cock up and down her slit, covering
the head with Sophie's lubrication.
"Now," she said.
And with that, she let go of my cock and put her hands around my waist
pulling me to her.  I pushed forward and almost 9 months after first
meeting this delightful young woman, my cock slipped easily into her
slick hole.  She was so wet, and she was pulling me toward her with
such force, that I slid in all the way in one go.  She held me there,
just enjoying the new sensations, wiggling her hips as if she was
trying me for size and wanted to make sure I fitted well.  I looked at
her face, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open.  She was
beautiful.  She finally released her grip on my waist, telling me that
she was ready for me to take over.

Slowly at first I pulled out, stopping when only the head of my cock
was inside her.  There I waited for a brief moment before plunging
slowly back in.  I repeated this several times, each one slightly
quicker than the last, until we settled into a rhythm, with Sophie
meeting my every thrust.  She began to moan quietly, and as we moved
to the beat of our own tune on the bed, her moans became louder.

I've never been that good at keeping sex at a slow pace and as much as
I wanted this to last forever, today was no exception.  As my own
pleasure took over, and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of
my balls, I increased the tempo, until I was pounding Sophie with all
I had.  Fortunately, she seemed to like this, and her vocalisations
peaked in almost a scream as her body tensed and she came for the
second time that night.  As her body spasamed beneath me, I could hold
back no longer, and with a low grunt I filled Sophie full of cum.  Jet
after jet of the creamy liquid flooded Sophie's pussy, and I'm ashamed
to say, for the first time that night I wondered if I should have
invested in a packet of three from the vending machine in the club
earlier.

As our orgasms subsided, we lay in each other's arms for an eternity,
before I realised that I was nodding off to sleep and I still had my
contact lenses in.  I had to reluctantly get up to take them out.
When I returned to the bed Sophie had sunk under the covers and was
sleeping contentedly.  I slipped into the bed next to her, scooched up
beside her, and draping my arm over her, I fell fast asleep too.

The next morning I cooked Sophie breakfast before driving her home.
She got me to pull up a couple of streets from her house.
"Last night I told you that no-one would find out.  I think mummy
might get suspicious if you drop me outside the house."
"Point taken."
"I had a lovely time last night James.  Thank you."
"Thank you Sophie."
She blushed.  Before she left, I felt that I had to ask her about the
risk we had taken in not using a condom.
"Sophie, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Last night, we didn't, I mean I didn't..."
She stopped me mid sentence, "You're worried about not using a
condom?"
"Exactly."
"Well don't.  I've been on the pill for almost three years.  Doctors
orders."
"But what about..."
"Well I know you haven't caught anything from me.  You couldn't have
could you, when you think about it."
"But how do you know you haven't got anything from me?"
"I trust you.  If you were worried about it you wouldn't have done
it."
This girl was amazing.  She had total trust in me, even though I
didn't have total trust in myself.  She leaned over and kissed me on
the cheek, before saying goodbye and getting out of the car.  I
watched her walk away, and she turned and waved at me as she crossed
the street.  I waved back then drove back home.

We saw each other several times over the next few weeks, and then when
I broke up for the school holidays we saw each other nearly every day.
We even got a cheap holiday in Ibiza from lastminute.com.  Her parents
found out before we went, they were bound to weren't they?
Surprisingly they actually approved of our relationship.  All too
soon, the A Level results were published, and it turned out that our
tuition had worked; Sophie sailed through all her exams, including
maths.  She got her place at university in Bristol.  That meant she
would have to move away.  Two days before she left, we went out on a
romantic evening.  I brought us some tickets to a London show, and we
spent the night in a hotel.  That was our last night together.  She
left for university and although we've spoken on the phone a few
times, we haven't seen each other since.  I doubt if we ever will.
Last I heard she had a new boyfriend who was studying law.  I too have
met someone else, an NQT who started at our school this year.  I'm
happy, Sophie's happy, but we're not together.  Life's funny like
that.

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