She painted the picture in my mind and I pictured it.Ben. “He’d never go for it,” I answered. I shouldn’t have said that....20;Oh, he might well *like* it. Lots of men do–men you’d *least* suspect.”I laughed. “Not Ben.”“Have you ever asked him?”“No!” I answered, a little to quickly again. I giggled again: “What am Igoing to do, say ‘hon, would you like to let me whip you?'”She smiled again. . Some of the boys want me to touch them there, but I've never done anything like that on a date. I think it's gross." If you trust me, Tracy, maybe I can help you from thinking it's gross. Come over here and take off my shorts, then you can touch me. Let's see how it goes from there."Oh my god, I was thinking. this is so wrong. What would Mom say if she found out? But I wanted to do it so bad. The teenage mind is like that, knowing right from wrong, then doing the wrong. But at that moment, it. That’s an invitation to block and nothing else. You’ll get ignored or blocked for sure. They are just simple women looking for some change.Also, I would recommend reading my previous stories especially if you wanna relate to it. Coming to this story now. I have always been a well-built guy and looks like that of Kashmiri guys. So almost all the professors knew me either by name or face.I was weak in a subject and the teacher who taught us the subject was very hot, like a model. Perfect figure,. Instead, she was swimming with strong strokes away from the coast.“Hey, come back, it’s not safe!” I called.She must have heard me because she stopped and then waved at me. “Come in, it’s great.”“No way. Get back here, it’s too cold for swimming, you crazy girl.”She laughed and swam back. I watched how she got out of the water and when she stood next to me I put my hands on her shoulders. She was shivering with cold and had blue lips. I put my arms around her to warm her up while rubbing her.