I am a college lecturer. There is a boy in some of my classes, we’ll call him Chris. He is slim and good looking, but a little shy. He is clever but sometimes struggles with his set work and I worry about him not achieving to his abilities. I always look at him in those classes without being too obvious and hold his eyes and smile when he looks back at me. I can see he needs a confidence boost which would help him with things.

On this day the class is coming to an end.

“Christopher, could you stay behind please?” I ask. The other students react as if he is in trouble. “It’s nothing like that,” I say happily, “now off you go.” I wait at the front for them to pack up and leave.

Chris is sat in his chair looking nervous. Once we are alone, I go over and sit on a nearby table. I cross my legs and smile at him, consciously raising my pen to my mouth and playing with it while I talk.

“Is everything OK?” I say.

“Yes miss.” he replied hesitantly.

“It’s just that I’ve noticed you are not always finishing the work that’s set. I know it isn’t good that you have me and not your proper subject teacher.” I explain, conscious that I’m only meant to be providing cover for this class and using another teacher’s set work.

“I know miss.” he says avoiding my gaze.

“Don’t you like me, Chris?” I say, trying to get to the bottom of the problem.

“Yes miss, it’s not that. I think you’re really nice.” he admits, rather embarrassed.

I give him my best smile. “Thank you. So, what can I do to help more? Do you need anything explaining?”

“I don’t know miss, I just run out of time.”

“OK. So what if I spend some more time with you and see if we can work it out?”

I can see the smile spread across his face, “OK miss.”

“Is it a girl?” I ask. “I know they can be distracting at your age, is there someone in class you maybe think about too much?”

“No miss.” he says too quickly.

“And what about Chloe?” I smile at his shocked reaction, “It’s OK, I can see she has the attention of quite a few boys in college.” I laugh. He fidgets embarrassed.

“OK,” I say, “so how about I make some time available to you after classes, and we’ll see if we can get you back on track?”

“OK miss.” he says.

“Right then, back here at the end of classes, OK?”

“Yes miss.”

I let him go, and smile as I watch his behind in his tight black trousers as he leaves the room.

It’s the end of teaching, and Chris enters the empty classroom rather shyly.

“Good boy,” I say, deliberately using those words. “Look, I’m a bit sick of this room, I’ve been in it all day, do you mind if we go for a drive and talk?”

“OK miss.”

I laugh at his reaction. “You don’t talk a lot, do you? We’ll have to see if I can relax you.”

He just stares in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. Just don’t tell anyone.” I laugh and wink and signal him to carry my bag to my car.

We are driving out of the campus; I undo the top two buttons of my blouse and look at him. “Best time of the day,” I say, but only get a nod in response. I wonder what he is thinking. “We need to work on your conversation. Do you mind if I pop home for something?” I know my husband isn’t home until late.

I invite him in and ask if he wants anything to drink. He says no, but I give him a glass of water anyway as it might settle him to hold and drink something.

“So, tell me about Chloe,” I ask, “What do you think about her?”

I can tell that he either doesn’t know what to say, or is too embarrassed.

“OK,” I say. “You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed about liking girls. It’s natural.”

“Yes miss” he says, looking down at the floor.

I sit him down on the sofa and sit close next to him.

“Do you like me?” I trace my fingers along his thigh. “I see you looking at me too. It’s OK.”

“Yes miss.” he says quietly.

“Good.” I undo the remaining buttons on my blouse so it falls open revealing my bra. I place his hand on it. I can feel my heart racing. “Is that good?”

He nods. My hand softly caresses his bulge through his trousers. “I can take my bra off if you want?” I say. He nods silently. “Tell me what you want Chris, It’s OK, don’t be shy, just say it.” I say.

“I don’t know miss.” he replies, embarrassed.

“Yes you do. Don’t be shy. You want sex but you’re nervous because you haven’t done it before?”

He nods again. “It’s OK, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I explain.

“I want to.” he says suddenly.

“Then tell me, Chris, or I can’t do anything. Tell me what you want.” I coax.

“I want to fuck you miss.” he says, finding his courage.

“Good boy.” I say, smiling.

I lean forward and kiss him deeply, aware that he has never been kissed like this before. “Give me some tongue,” I say and kiss him again. He kisses back with passion, and I can already feel his confidence growing. I feel for the bulge in his trousers, this time squeezing his cock which I can feel is stiff. I feel him jump. “Relax” I smile at him, and I remove my blouse and bra. “Is that OK?” I ask as he looks at my breasts.

“Yes miss.” he smiles. I can see we have already made a great leap forward on his confidence.

“Good. Let’s go upstairs.” I say.