I took a deep breath or two. More likely twenty. Or two hundred. Fascination was flooding into me, though. And maybe something else...Hello, I'm fine,...hru? It took an amazing amount of determination to press the Enter key, but I managed it. Wanted to do it even more than it scared me somehow.I'd spent hours and hours over the years telling Jason how honesty could make you strong, how it was always the best policy, always the way to go since it left no room for accusations that might otherwise. However, it was only for a split second, and she had no reaction. I had no high hopes for anything interesting happening during out meeting. I watched her for the rest of class, and slept through the rest of the day. When the final bell finally rung, I made my way across the school back to my Spanish room. I walked in on Mrs. Silva grading some recent quizzes, while she looked up and smiled. “Hola senor. So what’s the problem?” “Well you told me to come earlier and arrange to be tutored. Would. I lavished attention on her, curling my tongue through her down and my fingers into her. She lifted her knees, then her hips and as I continued to play her she made little guttural noises of pleasure. Then she manoeuvred herself so that she was between my thighs and it was me gasping as her tongue worked mysteries. Then we were face to face, she on top, me beneath, mouths locked as her thigh pressed between mine. It went on and on. Relentlessly we enjoyed and gave enjoyment. Our first climaxes. At first over my clothes then, his hand inside of my clothes, down in my shorts, under my t-shirt or shirt. When I was encouraged to do the same with him, I went for the bulge in his slacks right away.Rubbing it over his clothes then fumbling around to get his slacks open, get his cock out, stroke it a little. It was nice to feel him get harder and harder in my hand as I stroked away slowly.He was very cautious the first time and, nervous. I was too. I knew what I wanted but was too nervous to.