That very first time with a guy was indelibly etched in her memory. The sex had been a whole lot better than anything she'd experienced. She'd come, a...d that was part of it. It was the first time someone else had made her climax, and she wanted more of it. And it had only gotten better from there."I think part of the problem is that nobody tells a young girl how much fun it is," she said slowly. "People have been conditioned to not talk about it." My mother was sort of that way," Anna said. "I. I asked her to explain what she meant and she told me she had cum and that her pussy got super sensitive when that happened and it would take time to recover, she asked if I had cum too and I told her I had funny feelings down there but didn't know what it meant to cum, she laughed and asked if I had leaked some milky stuff when I had these funny feeling before when I told her I hadn't she asked if I was still hard now. I was, I was rock hard, and my hand instinctivly reached for my cock and I. Fuck, I wasn’t paying attention… to that, anyways. Dye left over from wearing that headband seeped out even further…?”“I don’t think so,” Brian said, tracing a hand gently down Stephanie’s body to slightly spread the girl’s thigh. “Look.” That tiny patch of Stephanie’s pubic hair was also now the same shade of vivid pink.“What the—” Kelly began.“Stephanie?” Brian called, leaning over the girl. “Are you alright?”“What the hell’d you do?” Kelly asked, leaning in for a closer look.“You were. His landlady, Mrs. G. knew that look and understood his mood better than most. She was most enamored of the professor and schemed to get him between her legs on an almost daily basis. Lately, she had been relying on keeping his attention by allowing him to supposedly tutor her daughter Dolly on the complex nature of French humor. The young girl was flattered by the attention and she flirted outrageously with the middle-aged man but Mrs. G. didn't care as long as the professor was still sitting.