“I really like that,” she whispered, “it certainly is better than just sitting here typing.”I kept kissing her neck and her breathing was pick...ng up. It appeared that between fondling her breast and her pussy I could bring her off. I wondered if I might be able to get her to cum by having her on top and playing with her clit and nipples. I tried something I had never done and sucked her earlobe into my mouth. She sighed and then moaned and shuddered. Success! I pulled my hand from her pants and. Once we were inside he got to down to business, so to speak. I was embarrassed to discover that I liked being in the position of my skirt up with my bare bottom exposed, and gawd help me, I found myself getting aroused by even the humiliation of it. The room smelled of stale smoke and booze. Looking at that dirty floor, my head down, my body slung over his knees and my soft vulnerable buttcheeks jutting upwards towards his grinning face, I was horrified to discover my vaginal walls had begun. Second Period. The exciting, fast paced life of math. Numbers, numbers on the wall. He sat in the back in this class. This teacher was just a bad one. Rarely did the class do anything except busy work. Five pages of math, then the rest of the class is free time. He studies the problems. Answers once he is confident he has the right answer. With the busy work done. He tries to calm down his head. Sorta of a meditation. He can get it so the noise doesn’t bother him. It doesn’t go away but he is. She guided me back to her apartment, which of course was artistic and pretty, and sat down at her kitchen table. She brought me some coffee, which was flavored without being too fou-fou, and kept on talking about the last few years of her life, giggling and smiling. Was I being flirted with?The answer seemed to be yes, as one of her feet, slipped out of her high heels, started rubbing at my leg. And then…my face turned bright red. I could feel her toes through the nylon, as she rubbed it up.