“You’re getting warmer,” Linda whispered, looking down where my hand was, under her skirt, then moving in to kiss me again, and offering more of...her sexy tongue action. She broke the soft, sexy kiss, and said, “I’ve got a better idea.” She stood up again, and said, “If you’re gonna do something, you’ve gotta do it with style.” She motioned to me, and said, “You stand up, too.”I stood up, and Linda embraced me in the darkness, looking into my eyes, and she said, “I love oral sex. Giving and. That was about to change.I had been talking to a guy pretty local to me, 56 athletic and hung. We had spent a few days talking to each other, when out of the blue at 10.30pm I got a message from him.'Now's the time, boy. enough of the dildos its time for the real thing' followed up by his address.I was overcome with excitement, I had been craving this for the longest time. I needed to be used. I got ready and made my way to his house. He was waiting outside for me, as I walked towards him he. We were brought inside and we sat in a well lit room with couches and a large TV. I heard a mans voice and I turned to see who it was and I heard Jack greet him.“Matt! I’ve brought you a new plaything. This is Andula.”“Excellent Jack! Lets have a look at her.” I stood up and faced him. He was in his early 40s and had brown hair with a sprinkling of Grey. He had piercing blue eyes and a light tan. He was around 6 feet and in average shape. A little bit of a gut but not fat. His face wasn’t warm. Whomever said there’s no such as a stupid question had obviously never taught at Vaunt Isle High. Just my luck though, Matthew Scribe raised his hand. Easily the biggest idiot of all the idiots. This was his second year being held back. ‘What?’ I snapped. ‘Yeah, Miss Jameson. Um, what’ll be on the exam tomorrow?’ There was a chorus of snickers, and for once, I let them slide. ‘Mr. Scribe, I just spent the entire class answering that exact question. You can apologize to me for not paying.