She exclaimed, Did I do that? Amys whole attitude about sex was one with excitement, enthusiasm and full of innocence. I started to enjoy and except t...is wonderful way that Amy was making me feel towards having sexual contact with her. Her enthusiasm about learning everything about sex was addicting to me. She made me feel very wanted and totally in charge. I felt like a grown man next to her. She made me feel like her teacher, her protector and her lover. I grabbed her face with one hand gave. I got there early to get a seat. I ordered a drink. As soon as I lifted the drink to my lips I felt 2 strong hands run down the sides of my body. And I hear a whisper in my ear, “Hello”. You spin me around to face you, I look deep into your eyes and I reply “Hi”. You keep me facing you as you order a drink. You lean in to kiss me softly, at first. You take a step back to take a good look and I am wearing a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned and showing plenty of cleavage, A dark purple. This was what I’d done habitually during lectures, and what I now imagined, given the question, had caused the professor to summon me to her office. There was, I decided, nothing for it but to metaphorically prostrate myself.“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in any way,” I blurted out. “I hope I haven’t. I mean…”I broke off. Professor Milford was giving the ghost of a smile, lips pursing in concealment.That was even more unnerving. I was expecting to be reprimanded and sent packing, but she. We did each other for awhile, but I never really had a lot of fun at it. My family was large, lower middle income, so I always had a job. When I was 17, I took a job cleaning the single movie theater in my home town, just on Sat. and Sun. mornings, with the guy who was the full time janitor there. Dude about 45-50, in shape sort of. We worked well together, got a rhythm going to where we had a lot of fuck off time. The place had been an old Vaudeville place, so there were a bunch of small.