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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 14 (mf)

Prologue

	t all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then, I've had more experiences, in the neighborhood, while staying with my aunt, and during my stay with my parents at a resort.

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Returning home with my folks, I was hit like a two-by-four by some harsh realities.  During their absence, while my aunt watched me and the house, and while I was with them at the resort, I experienced a freedom that was now going to be curtailed.  Since it was that freedom that afforded me the opportunities for my sexual encounters, I was convinced that those opportunities would dry up.  After all, there wasn't much I'd be able to get away with, with my mom greeting me at home after school and both parents around every evening.

My mom listened to the messages on the answering machine, and wrote them all down.  I was surprised that there was one for me, from Mr. Murphy, my math teacher.  It seemed that, in my absence, he had volunteered me to tutor another student.  I was pretty good in math, and it wasn't like I couldn't use the money.  It was only after I read that I would be tutoring Sally McGinnis that my spirits brightened.

Sally McGinnis was one of the most popular girls in my class.  She knew it and acted as you might expect, with her nose up in the air most of the time.  We had been in many different grades and classes together, and I could not remember even one time when she said hello.  I was sure that she was less than delighted with the prospects of spending any of her precious time with me.  Participating in many school and outside activities, I wasn't sure how she'd fit the tutoring into her busy schedule.

Down the list of messages was one from Sally herself.  She left her private phone number, something that the guys at school would have paid to get.  I called, and Sally answered the phone in a breathy voice.  I told her who was calling, and her tone turned to stone.  Evidently her eligibility for extracurricular activities was threatened by her low math grades, and Mr. Murphy assigned me as the tutor as a favor to her.  I did have a reputation of being able to explain math to others in class, although this would be my first paid tutoring assignment.  Sally told me that she only had 45 minutes available the following evening, fitting me between cheerleading practice and dance lessons.  I told her I'd see her then, as she hung up on me.

It was tough to return to school the next day.  I had only partially caught up on material I had missed, and was sorry that tutoring Sally was going to waste time I could be using on my own work.  Although Sally and I were in the same room several times that day, she paid no attention to me.  I can wait until we're alone this evening, I thought.

I coerced my mom to give me a ride to Sally's house after dinner at the appointed time, despite the fact that I could have walked.  I was actually a little scared of bumping into one of the frisky neighbor ladies and being unable to refuse a quickie.  I was a few minutes early, and Sally wasn't home yet, but her mother invited me in and I sat in the living room, admiring their decorating and furniture.  Everything looked newer and nicer than anything at my house.

Sally arrived, still in her cheerleading outfit.  She looked like a little girl compared to the mature, developed women I had been with, but attractive nonetheless.  It was especially nice to see her legs exposed, and the wiggle of her ass was accentuated by the short skirt.  She grunted a hi when she saw me, and asked me to follow her up to her room.  The view was even better now, as I looked up her skirt and saw her cheerleader panties and hints of her underwear at the leg openings.  She saw me looking up her skirt as she turned the corner in the middle of the staircase and scowled.  I looked down at the stairs the rest of the way up.

She told me to start while she changed into her dance outfit.  She went behind an antique dressing screen at one end of her oversized room, tossed her cheerleader sweater and skirt and panties over the top while I sat down at her desk and started a monologue about our current studies.  Every once in a while, I glanced toward the screen, in case there was something to see, but there wasn't.  Sally came out in a tight leotard that needed replacement because she was growing out of it.  It had a rounded neckline and fasteners at the crotch.  She told me to stand up and she sat down at her desk at the book I had been talking from.  

"Just give me some hints about how to pass the next test," she demanded.  

I stood there, looking down at the book and down the front of her leotard and at her crotch, trying to keep my mind on the material at hand,.  Her juvenile cleavage and bra were exposed on top, and the material at her crotch was stretched to the limit.  I expected the snaps to pop at her slightest movement in the chair.

Sally first noticed the hesitation of my speech, and then my glances at her charms.  At first, she was angry, and she scowled that I was taking advantage of her state of dress.  Something must have dawned on her, because she quickly moved to embarrassed, as color moved into her cheeks  and then flattered, as she adopted a shy and coy demeanor.  I followed her eyes, and she was looking at the bulge in the front of my pants.  She moved her eyes up to meet mine, smiled, and excused herself for a minute.

When Sally returned, she had a mischievous look on her face.  She locked her door, and turned to face me.  

"I told my mom I'd be skipping dance class tonight, since we had so much studying to do," she advised me.  

She took another glance at my crotch, to see if the bulge had gone away, and she wasn't disappointed.  Then Sally feigned a yawn, and stretched her hands over her head.  Her bra-covered chest popped over the top of her neckline, and the leotard supported her chest, accentuating it.  The crotch panel popped, and the bottom moved up, exposing her underpants.

"Since I'm not going to my dance lesson, I might as well get out of this," she explained.  I almost swallowed my tongue at thought that she was going to strip right there in front of me, but her bra and panties were already in view, so removing her dance leotard would have been redundant.  "Let me show you a new cheer," she offered, and disappeared behind the screen one more time.  I kept talking, getting even harder at the thought of defrosting this ice princess.

When Sally stepped out, my jaw dropped.  She had put the cheerleader skirt back on, accompanied by long white stockings that accentuated the shapeliness of her legs.  In place of the letter sweater, Sally was wearing a plain white blouse with a bit of lace around the collar.  To my delight, she had left her bra off and her young breasts and nipples were easy to make out as she moved.

She assumed a standard starting position, waved her arms, and said some words.  I didn't hear any sound, while I focused on the motion of her nipples against the front of the blouse and the swinging of her skirt.  The cheer ended as she turned her back to me, bent over and flipped up her skirt.  To my utter amazement, she had also decided not to retain her panties, and her pussy was in full view.  This was as clear an invitation as I had ever received.  Sally stood up, walked over to the chair at her desk, and sat down, leaving her legs spread just slightly.  I fell to my knees, pushed her legs further apart, raised the short skirt to her waist and put my mouth directly on her cunt, licking and tonguing for all my might.  I moved my hands up her legs, starting with her ankles, around her thighs, and then up her waist and to the front of her blouse, pulling gently on her hardening nipples.  She helped me unbutton and remove the blouse, after which I started to pay attention to her breasts with my tongue and lips.

Sally wasted no time in unbuckling my belt and sliding my pants to my knees.  She worked her fingers up and down my hard shaft until I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.  She took my hips and guided me to a standing position, with my prick near her face.  She was tentative, at first just touching my hard-on to her lips, and then a few licks with her tongue, and finally opening her mouth to take some of me inside.  I advised her in words that sounded like animal noises that I was going to spurt, and she molded her lips around my prick to keep the cum in her mouth.  She was pretty successful, only losing a late spurt as she swallowed the bulk of my load.

I felt fortunate that I'd gotten this far with Sally, who had been an object of my affection for many years.  There was no need to press the case.  Sally put on a pair of sweats and I put myself back together.  Before I left, I explained some of the tricks I was using to remember how to do the problems we'd be having on our next exam.  Sally was relaxed and attentive and I had high expectations for her, both academically and sexually.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 15

An Original HM Tale

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