World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other veterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was technically a veteran, he didn't really feel like one. He had joined the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a little more than two years in service, none of which involved combat. Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his pocket and no goals in life. He figured the best thing to do before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high school. He checked with his old high school principal and was told that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just one semester. That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the upcoming spring semester of high school.
Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull, dull. To compound the problem, even though Joey was only about three years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man among kids. He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls; they all acted like giggling little kids. The only thing that made school bearable for Joey was his English class and its teacher--Birdie Harman.
Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her, was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college. Joey's class was her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a little nervous at teaching students only a little younger than herself, she knew all the latest techniques and was able to make English interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie Harman than he was in English.
Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one and, just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm, so fully packed. She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and every one of them was in the right place. Her breasts were just right--firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as she walked about the room but didn't sag one inch. Further down, her ass was sheer perfection. When she turned around to write on the blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and made little twisting motions as she moved her hands across the board. That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then into calves that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey into daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly as they would make love. Joey chose a seat on the first row of the classroom right in front of her desk so that he could get as good a view as possible.
Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat that she was in touch with her body. She always seemed to be a little tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore. Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written yet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her. Often as she stood before the class talking, one of her hands would stroke down her side, caressing her hip. Sometimes she would even move a hand behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks. Joey longed for it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracing the contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.
Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at least a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way through class. Joey worried that she would notice since he sat on the first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction. An incident occured one day, though, that did produce a reaction. That was the day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in front of him and crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse of thigh all the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties hitting him right between the eyes. They hit him right between the legs, too. His penis grew instantly erect, running seven inches down the inside of his leg and swelling out his tight-fitting Chinos. Birdie saw it, too, because her face flushed a little and she stumbled in what she was saying to the class. Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any more of the moment's embarrassment.
Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at her neck. Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face wasn't anywhere near a close match. She wasn't really ugly, mind you--not that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that her features were put together wrong. Each one would have been okay by itself, but taken together, the result was not very successful. Her face just wasn't in harmony with the rest of her.
Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had fallen in love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that he was willing to take the face along with it. He often sat in class, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their being in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged together in passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused by those daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg from pre-cum oozing out. Joey sometimes worried that she would notice, but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that he was past caring. His English lessons may have suffered, but his daydream love-life prospered enormously.
Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to see if she were having dates. Not once did he see her with a date. She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the few times she went to a movie, she went alone. Joey believed she must be lonely and began to feel sorry for her. There she was with that gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly person with a good personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys away.
One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could see the light shining out of an open window. He had never been a window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity for voyeurism that he couldn't resist. Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, the open window drew him. He slipped out of the car, crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped under her window. Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look. There stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently getting ready for bed. Even though the beauty of her body was evident under the robe, what really got Joey's attention was what she had in her hand: a piece of carved wood about eight inches long and shaped like a man's hard penis. He saw Birdie run her hand up and down its length, caressing it. Then she put the end of it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head of a penis, and sucked on it like a popsicle. Joey was electrified with eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood Birdie held in her hand. My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going to fuck herself with that imitation prick. He could hardly wait to see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie stripping off her robe and gown and with legs spread wide apart, cramming that wooden dick into her pussy. He was in for a disappointment, though, because Birdie turned out the lights and came over to the window and drew the curtains. All Joey could do was listen, as soft moans came drifting out the window.
The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake with desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement. Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what was causing Birdie to sigh and moan. As Birdie's moaning increased in intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted. He blasted a splotch of come over the side of Birdie's house just as she gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"
The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey. He sat there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night before played over and over again in his mind. Her appearance gave no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night-- she was once again the proper school teacher. Joey knew, though, that there was a smouldering fire under that facade of school teacher propriety. He ached to merge that fire with his flaming desires, to build such a heated conflagration of love that they both could burn away their passions. At that point Joey had only one goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock with his real live one.
Joey waiting around after class until all the other students had left and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss Harman," he said, "I'm having a real problem with conjugations. I just can't seem to get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.' Do you think you might be able to help me with those?"
"Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why don't you come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."
"Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right after school. I get off about six, though. Do you think we might be able to do it some evening?"
"Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after about five o'clock."
"I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said with a straight face. The conversation was leading to just where he wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he had already made by any show of emotion.
"I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown. "There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers aren't supposed to have male students alone in their homes."
"Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked. "You and I are about the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I was just your date coming to see you. Tell you what, why don't I just be your date? That way you won't even have to worry about that rule."
Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft conspiratorial laugh said, "Okay, you can be my... my date."
"Great!" he said. "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's okay."
"Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time," Birdie said, with a smile that made her whole face glow.
Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that he had been spying on her. She wrote it out on a slip of paper for him and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the thought of being able to be alone with Birdie.
Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her door. It opened immediately upon the first knock. Birdie had on a dress Joey had not seen before. It was amber colored and shiny like satin. Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to class, it clung to and revealed every inch of her body.
"Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said. "You're right on time."
"Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my friends do?" he asked.
"Okay, 'Joey' it is. And since we're about the same age, if you want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too," she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair while I go get my conjugation drill papers."
In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing Joey. She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for several minutes. Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about them in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon showed improvement. "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to be," he said. "You make it so simple the way you just explained that I believe I've finally caught on to it. Thanks so much for the special lesson. It's really going to help me."
"I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to learn," Birdie replied, with a little smile.
Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit accomplished, an awkward silence fell upon them. Joey broke the silence by saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a date," He looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a gentle smile on his lips.
Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking their eye contact. "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a date before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a real date, not just a tutoring session."
"You're serious? You really never have had a date before? What about your senior prom?" Joey asked increduously.
"My senior prom? My father paid one of my cousins from a nearby town to take me to the senior prom. He spent most of the night dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall," Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"But, why? I don't understand," Joey said.
Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was hanging on her wall. "Joey, you've got eyes. This mirror doesn't lie. A belle of the ball I ain't."
Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the mirror. "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're sure not ugly, either. Besides, you've got a great personality and one of the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he said, placing his hands on her waist.
"I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad little smile.
"Well, I notice," Joey said, turning her around to face him.
She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing. "If you've never had a date, then that means you've never been kissed, doesn't it?"
"No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.
"Then it's time you learned. For a change, the student will have a chance to teach the teacher."
"Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"
"I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.
"Then, yes. Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."
Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little. She closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble continued. Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist and pulled her body against his own. The soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart through the contact. Her lips were soft and the kiss was long and tender. She drew back and with her eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh. "Ummmmmnn, yesss. I think I like kissing," she murmured.
Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body back against his. This time she reciprocated, one arm going around Joey's neck and the other across his back. Joey spread his lips slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across Birdie's lips and then inbetween them. She opened her lips a little, allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. In an almost cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue against his. The effect was electrifying. Birdie took a deep breath and tightened her arms around Joey even more. He spread his lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth, brushing against hers and wetly caressing it. She responded by returning the action. Soon their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, their mouths fully opened, tongues swirling and making love to each other.
Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and his cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his trousers. Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and pushed his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing against her just above the juncture of legs and torso. She responded by pressing back, letting Joey know without words that she knew what had happened to him and approved.
Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her magnificent ass. Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not her own. The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in her class were becoming reality. He kneaded the firm globes of her buttocks and ran his fingers into the crease that separated them. Only the barrier of her dress prevented his hand from further exploration of her nether region. Birdie made soft moaning growly sounds as Joey made love with his hand to the quivering melons of her ass.
Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front. Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded in desire for the body pressed against it. Birdie made little circling motions with her hips and ground herself against Joey's outward jutting manhood. He moaned involuntarily, his pleasure center stimulated by the motions of her sex moving against his. She finally broke their lips apart and holding her cheek against his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey! All the things I've been missing."
"You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into her ear.
"I don't know anything, Joey. I've only read about love, I've never experienced it. You're going to have teach me. I want to know it ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING. Joey, will you teach me about loving?"
Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again. He dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss lifted her up into his arms. Briefly, he broke the kiss and whispered, "Where's your bedroom?" She pointed to an open doorway and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again joining. The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to the floor as she kicked them off.
Joey gently lay Birdie on the bed and knelt on the floor alongside her. Draping one arm across her waist, he lowered his lips to hers and very tenderly kissed her, his tongue moving in slow motion, softly and languorously probing Birdie's mouth. In concert with the kiss, Joey stroked Birdie's waist with his hand, trailing it with a feathery fluttering motion across the soft little curve of the area below her waist. He crept his hand slowly upward and gently stroked across the underside of Birdie's upthrust breasts. Capturing one of the mounds in his hand, Joey cupped and squeezed it with just a gentle pressure. Birdie moved her hand up to Joey's shoulder and returned his caresses by stroking and kneading the muscles across his back.
While caressing Birdie's fabric-clad breast, Joey moved his other hand to the buttons on the front of Birdie's dress, and starting at her neck, he unbuttoned each one, not stopping until he had reached the last one at her waist. He folded back the dress, revealing Birdie's black bra containing those marvelously caressable breasts. Birdie's nipples were very evident, pressing points out at the center of each cup. Using both his hands, Joey unfastened the center clasp that held the bra together and lifted the loosened cups, pushing them away to Birdie's sides. Standing straight up and firm, Birdie's breasts emerged into view. They were like creamy white little half-melons, their only motion a slight quivering and the up-and-down movement of her now rapid breathing.
The hard nubbins of Birdie's nipples stood erect at the center of the heaving mounds. Each was surrounded by a light tan circle of areola, flecked with little goose bumps so that they had the texture of crepe paper. Joey ran his thumbs lightly across the projections, just brushing across each of them, and almost imperceptibly, Birdie arched her back up to the stroking hands. Seeing her response, Joey increased the pressure, gently squeezing each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Birdie emitted low "uummnnn" sounds from deep within her throat and arched her back upward even further than before.
Joey cupped Birdie's breasts in his hands and kneaded them with a slow gentle pressure, his palm caressing the hard little points of her nipples. He lowered his mouth back to hers and using his lips spread their mouths to their widest. His tongue circled around the inside of her lips and then delved into her mouth to its full length, engaging her tongue in a passionate mock-battle.
Softly licking all around her mouth as the connection broke, Joey separated his lips from Birdie's. He moved the kiss down to her throat and then to the indentation between her breasts. From there he moved outward and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue in a circle around the erect hard nipple. He moved to the other breast and repeated his ministrations. Birdie arched her back again, this time completely off the bed, thrusting her breasts toward their source of pleasure. "Oh, good, so gooodddd... , " she murmured softly.
Joey extended a hand down to Birdie's thighs and lightly traced a trail on their inner parts from her knees all the way to their tops. The satiny material of Birdie's dress was exotic feeling to Joey's fingers, but he knew the soft skin of her inner thighs would be even more satiny, more exotic. His hand found the hem of her dress and he gently pulled it up, exposing her thighs to the point that only their juncture was still hidden. The straps of her garter belt were laid bare and Joey could feel where they clasped the tops of her hose. Above the hose tops there was only bare flesh: the soft, unblemished baby's skin of Birdie's inner thighs. Using just the lightest of finger-tip touches, Joey caressed that sensitive area. Birdie's thighs quivered with each touch, and she once again sighed, "Oh, Joey, Joey."
Joey's fingers crept upwards until they met the edge of Birdie's panties. Joey felt their lace trim and wondered if they were the same pair he had glimpsed in English class. He moved the flat of his palm on top of her slightly rounded belly, rubbing it lightly in a circle. He could feel the muscles of her stomach quiver in little tremors as she responded to Joey's loving touches. His fingers then moved into the recess formed by the joining of Birdie's thighs, the vee of her legs that formed the entrance to her font of femininity. Joey knew that just under his fingers, under the silken fabric of Birdie's panties, lay the entrance to her secret sexual center. Her tunnel of delight, the receptacle for the inanimate cock with which she had pleasured herself the night before, was waiting there for him to lovingly explore.
The pressure of Joey's throbbing rigidity against the front of his trousers was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He could not remember ever having been so sexually aroused as he was then, and each throb of his cock against the bindings of his trousers brought both pleasure and discomfort. He looked down at his groin area and was not surprised to see the wet circle at its center. He had felt the pre-cum flowing and soaking his shorts, and now it had soaked all the way through and dampened his trousers with the obvious evidence of his desire.
Joey moved his fingers down into the vee of Birdie's thighs, probing her hidden recess. She moved her legs apart, allowing room for Joey to explore. He cupped his hand over her whole vulva and lovingly squeezed the area. His palm encountered dampness, and Joey realized that the whole crotch of Birdie's panties were soaked. There was even a little moisture seeping out from the lace edging--slick, slippery moisture that allowed his fingertips to glide over and around the dew-soaked edge. One finger moved into the very center of Birdie's leg juncture and he could feel the indentation of her hidden womanly furrow. He traced its length, running his finger tip up and down the dampened channel. As he neared the top, he felt a little bump, and he moved his finger back and forward over it, stroking and caressing. Birdie's moved her hips in little gyrations, making miniature bump-and-grind motions. The nubbin was obviously her swollen clitoris, and Birdie's reaction to touching it made it evident that it was one of her prime erogenous spots.
Two of Joey's fingers insinuated themselves under the elastic edge of Birdie's panties. They were met by soft ringlets of soaking pubic fur. The fingers moved through the curls and down to the area they had just explored from the other side of the pantie fabric. They found what they were seeking--Birdie's soaking labial lips. One finger moved into the furrow and inched its way downward until it found the clitoral nubbin, it's surface slickened with the flow of Birdie's sexual arousal. The finger tip pulled back the hood that protected the clitoris and touched the exposed flesh with just the lightest of touches. Birdie's reaction was almost convulsive--she squeezed her thighs together, clamping down on Joey's hand, and wailed, "Oh, God! Joey! Joey!"
Joey withdrew his hand and moved up and kissed Birdie with just light brush of their lips. He looked down at her and said, "Birdie, that's a beautiful dress, but don't you think it's time for it to come off?"
Birdie nodded her head and Joey reached down for the dress's hem, pulling it upward. Birdie lifted her buttocks to allow the dress to slip past. She sat up and Joey lifted it off over her head. Her loosened bra had gotten caught up in the dress and it too was removed. Birdie was now almost completely nude.
Birdie lay back down and looked up at Joey. "Joey, here I am almost completely naked and you still have on all your clothes."