It’s something that I’m still trying to understand.“I do have a teaching license, but I decided it was unwise for me to do so. You see, I am att...acted to teenage men. Somewhere in that is that they may be androgynous. Before I started birth control pills, I was completely flat-chested.” She cupped her breasts, covered by a lightweight tube top, a light blue that accented her eyes. The top clung to her chest, which was now perky B-cup. With a naughty grin, she pulled at the neckline to offer a. I even think I turned around and looked behind me to see who she was talking to ... I mean, come on ... she just couldn't be talking to me. I was just the BOY next door. But to my utter amazement, she was talking to me. I explained the sleeping arrangement at my house and why I wouldn't be able to meet her till 10 ish at the Johnson's. She told me that was fine.I doubt if 10 o'clock ever took so long to happen to anybody as it did to me that evening. I mean Christmas came faster when you were 6. I had never felt so arousedin so many ways before. I suppose that my sexual pleasure had been socentred on my dick that I had not allowed myself to be aware of all theother pleasures. Kissing was now an art form. We could both get to thecusp of an orgasm by kissing alone. Our days were spent soaking the sun,walking, swimming and making slow languorous love. In all the time I hadbeen with Sam, I had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure. Itwas never a rush to orgasm. It was an intense. Mike sat admiring Ms. Fitch who was seated on her desk listening to her students. Today she was wearing a pair of black low heeled shoes , dark silky nylon thigh high stockings , a black silky short skirt with a silver belt , and a sheer white sleeveless collarless blouse. Boner kept getting a whiff of an intriguing scent and it finally made him rise and follow his nose to Ms. Fitch.Moving up between her legs he sniffed at her crotch and discovered what smelled like a bitch in heat. Ms. Fitch.