“So, how does me being a virgin change that?”
“Well, it crossed my mind that I am your Biology teacher, and although it doesn’t change the truth of it all, I think teaching you how to make love to a woman will make it more acceptable.”
“More acceptable?”
“Yes, and if I get pregnant doing it…….?” She pauses a moment. “Thanks, Rob.”
We don’t speak for the rest of the journey into school. “I’ll see you later, M…Jill,” I say as I open my door.
“Yes, see you last lesson, Rob.” I close the door, and she leans across to lock the door giving me another quick look down her blouse. It’s amazing what you see if you look for it.
I’m sitting at my usual table for dinner. The guys are sitting, talking among themselves as my mind is busy with other things.
“Earth to Rob…..come in Rob………Earth to Rob?……..Oi, dick head.”
“What?”
“What planet are you on?” Andy asks.
“What?”
“You’re such a spaz, Rob.”
“Swivel on this.” I fire back, sticking my middle finger up. That shut him up. “So what you girls flapping about?”
“We were just having a debate, would you do, Mrs. Peters, or Miss. Phillips? You have to choose one, dude.”
“Come on, have you not got nothing better to talk about? You know I don’t see Mrs. Peters like that.”
“Okay, so that’s three-two for Mrs. Peters.”
“So what you going to do, Nick, just stare at her until she gets uncomfortable and asks, what are you staring at?”
“Ha Ha Ha very funny, Robert. You’ve got to admit she’s looking sexier today?”
“Oh, hilarious, still doesn’t get away from the fact you can’t talk to anyone with a pair of tits.”
“Yeah, and you do so much better. The only girl to show interest in you got moved to a different part of the country to keep her away from you.”
“Oh, cutting,” I say. I look over at Mrs. Peters. The guys are right; she does look sexier today. She’s sitting in the teacher’s area chatting to Miss Phillips. Miss Phillips is younger and teaches the girls PE; I prefer Mrs. Peters’ more womanly shape to Miss Phillips’s toned. Mrs…Jill glances my way, and a smile of recognition appears temporarily on her lips.
Dinner passes without much else happening, and we make our way towards the end of the day. As I walk into the last lesson, Jill doesn’t treat me any different from usual, and it’s not long until we pull out of the staff car park.
Jill is first to speak, “so what was that look all about in dinner?”
“What look?”
“Just be careful; we don’t want people thinking there’s even a possibility of anything.”
“Oh that, there was a conversation going on to who they would prefer to have sex with, you or Miss Phillips.”
“Who won?”
“You did three two; the guys thought you were looking sexier today.”
“I hope one of the two was your vote.”
“Yeah, they know I don’t see you in that way. So when you said this morning you would teach me, what did that mean?”
“If I teach you about how to make love to a woman and satisfy her, then I hope it will be more acceptable to my guilty conscience. We do it at the right time unprotected; me getting pregnant is just a natural and happy coincidence.”
“I can see that, so when will these lessons be?”
Jill sits there a moment, figuring dates. “I’ve only just finished my cycle, so around two weeks. We will start your lessons the week before.”
“So, what exactly are we going to do?”
“Rob, there’s so much more than just sticking your cock in me and wiggling it around for a while. You need to satisfy both people present.”
That didn’t answer my question, but I’m not going to push this. The more I know and think about it, the more chance I have of chickening out. Plus, it sounds like I will learn something that will actually be useful in life.
We pull into the Peters’ drive and see that the car is gone and the demolished wall is neatly pilled down near the house. I can see a satisfied smile on Jill’s face.