Chapter 1

It started out innocently enough; I had graduated from college with my fresh Master's Degree in Education, all rolled up and tied with a ribbon. I was looking for a teaching job just like the thousands of other graduates with dreams of nailing that cushy teaching job. I hunted and hunted, mailing out so many resumes they had to sacrifice three trees just to print them.

Finally, I got an interview; it was an all-girls' middle school outside of St. Louis. The job would be teaching 7th grade Math. OK, I thought, I can handle that; I went for the interview and was asked why I wanted the position. How do you tell your prospective employer that you really don't want the job, but people aren't knocking your door down to make job offers? I admitted that, being fresh out of college, there weren't many opportunities for me, but that I was very interested in this job, and asked that they give me a semester to prove myself.

The Administrator was impressed with my honesty (or bullshit, whichever), and they offered me the job-at a salary much less than what I had hoped for; I'd have to pinch my pennies on this one. I accepted graciously, and we agreed on my starting date. The only thing left to do was to find somewhere to live. I found a small, 2-bedroom apartment about a half-mile from the school; the rent was reasonable, and the rooms were of adequate size. I could use the spare bedroom as an office and set up my computer in there.

I went back home and loaded all of my belongings in a rented van, with room to spare. My car, a 1985 Chevrolet Cavalier wagon, was attached to a tow bar at the rear. It wasn't a long drive; only about 8 hours. I had left early one morning, and had arrived and unloaded the van by dinnertime. I had met a couple of the neighborhood teen boys, and paid them to help with the larger items.

I found a pleasant restaurant in which to have dinner; I spotted a beautiful waitress who certainly didn't look of legal age to be working in a restaurant. She had flawless skin, red hair, short and curly, and gorgeous full lips begging to be kissed. She was short for her age, but extremely well-proportioned. I guessed her age to be around fifteen. She smiled, walked over to me, picked up a menu, and led me to a booth.

"Are you new in town, or just passing through?" she asked.

"New in town," I told her. "I'm going to be teaching 7th grade Math at the girls' middle school."

"That's great!" she said. "I'm starting 7th grade this year! I'm Mandy Sellers," she said, holding her hand out.

"Tom Richardson," I said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. I swear I thought she was going to swoon. "Aren't you a little young to be waiting tables in a restaurant?" I asked her. "Just how old are you?"

"13, but my parents own the place; therefore, they can appoint me slave labor," she said. "What can I get you?"

"How about the roast beef, mashed potatoes, and lima beans?" I asked.

"Coming right up," she said, walking to the kitchen without taking her eyes off of me. I swear that bubble-butt was crying out to be fucked, and her developing tits were the size of half a softball each.

Soon, she brought out my dinner, and a tall glass of iced tea.

"Here you go, Mr. Richardson," she said. "Is there anything else you'd like tonight?" she asked sexily.

"Yeah, but I think this will be plenty," I told her, hoping she'd catch the innuendo.

"Well if you're still hungry after that, I can fix you up," she said, hoping I'd catch the innuendo.

I ate my dinner, and decided to sneak out while Mandy was in the kitchen. I left her a hefty tip, paid my bill, and left. I went back to my apartment, took a shower, and tried to get that luscious little body out of my mind; how am I going to react in class when she's sitting right there?

The next day, school started; I waited with dread for the class Mandy would be in, third period. When the appointed time came around, the girls started filing in, and then, there she came, all smiles while she took a seat.

"Good morning, Mr. Richardson," she said saucily.

"Good morning to you, Miss Sellers," I responded.

After everyone had taken their seats, I rapped on my desk with a ruler to get their attention, no easy task with a group of hyperactive 13-year-old females.

"Good morning, ladies; my name is Mr. Richardson. I'm to be your Mathematics teacher for the year."

"And I served him dinner last night," Mandy announced.

"What; a hot furburger?" one of the other girls asked.

"That'll be enough of that," I announced sharply. "That's quite inappropriate for young ladies. Now, let's get down to the subject at hand."

Every time I glanced in Mandy's direction, she was already looking at me, grinning, and licking her luscious lips. Once, she even spread her legs a little so that I got a view of her pink panties. As class ended, the girls filed by, giggling as only teen-aged girls can do; as Mandy filed by, she dropped something on my desk. I ignored it until the room was empty. As I had no class the next period, I had a chance to examine whatever Mandy had left on my desk. With shaking hands, I opened the folded piece of paper, and read it.

"Dear Mr. Richardson:

Ever since I met you last night, I couldn't think of anything else but you. I even dropped a whole tray of food after you left the restaurant. After I got to bed, I fingered myself to three glorious orgasms-dreaming it was your penis causing them. Yes, I am still a virgin, something I am completely willing to give to you. I think you are very handsome; I also know you were checking me out as I walked away from your table. If you would like to call me privately, my cell phone number is 595-2122. Mandy"

Oh, holy shit; I've got a thirteen-year-old bombshell in love with me. Now, what do I do? I saw her in the hall a couple of times during the afternoon, and she just winked at me and smiled; either her parents had extremely good genes, or she had an excellent orthodontist because her teeth were perfect. Oh, to explore them with my tongue.

That evening, I must have picked my phone up a couple of dozen times, only to put it down with shaking hands. This went on the rest of the week, until Friday night when I couldn't stand it any longer. I picked up my phone and called her number. When she answered it, I could hear the clatter of dishes and pans, so I knew she was at the restaurant.

"Wait a minute," she told me. I could hear things get quiet and a door close and lock. "There," she said, "I had to go in the rest room to get any privacy. God, I didn't think you were EVER going to call."

"Take a breath, girl," I told her. "Mandy, this is so wrong, and you know it. I could lose my job after only a half week."

"Oh, quit worrying; do you think I'm going to tell anyone?" she asked. "So, do you want to meet somewhere?"

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" I asked her.

"No, I'm off on Saturdays to limit the number of hours I work," she said. "How about meeting me at the mall food court at eleven?"

"OK," I said.

"Bye, Handsome; I have to get back to work," she said.

"Bye, Mandy," I said.

The next morning, I took a shower, dressed in some nice slacks and golf shirt, and-anticipating the inevitable- I made sure there were condoms in my wallet like a teen-aged boy. At 10:30, I headed for the mall, not wanting to be late. When I got to the food court, fifteen minutes early, Mandy was already there.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself," I replied. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Hell, no," she said, "I just want to be alone with you."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well," she said coyly, 'We could always go back to your place."

"Mandy, do you really think that's such a good idea?"

"I think it's a very good idea, and so do you, don't you? Isn't that what you want, too, to be alone with me?"

"Yes", I told her, and we made the fifteen-minute drive to my place in complete silence.

When we got inside, I closed the door, and looked at her. Being a small apartment, the layout was pretty simple. She led me to my bedroom, wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled my head down, and laid a soul-shattering kiss on me. Our tongues were dueling in each others' mouths, and I got to examine those pearly white teeth with my tongue.

We fell on the bed, and examined every part of each other's body with our hands. God, when I brushed the palm of my hand over her T-shirt covered breast, I thought her nipple was going to tear the fabric and jump out. She grasped the bottom of the shirt, pulled it off, and flung it across the room all in one motion. I'd guessed right about her breast size-each was the size of half of a softball, topped by a rigid dark pink nipple the size of a .38 bullet, surrounded by a quarter-sized areola.

"You like?" she asked.

"God, Mandy; you're absolutely beautiful," I said.

"Then kiss them, bite them, rub them, do SOMETHING for Christ's sake!" she said, agitated.

I did all of the above, in that order. I kissed one nipple while I toyed with the other. After kissing it, I lightly bit it, making Mandy hiss. "Harder, please", she asked, breathlessly. I increased the pressure slowly, until she pulled my head to her chest, and screamed out her orgasm. I licked all around the nipple as she came back to Earth.

"What the hell happened?" she asked.

"Probably your first male-induced orgasm," I said.

"Whatever it was, I want more!" she said, leading my face to the other breast. I repeated my actions on the other breast, eliciting the same reaction.

We kissed passionately, as Mandy held my head down to hers; she finally released her death grip, and allowed me some movement. I rewarded her by moving down and toying with her tits again. I gently squeezed one, raising her nipple up off her chest; I licked the entire tit-flesh, avoiding the nipple; Mandy started groaning in frustration. Finally, I granted her relief, and started licking and sucking her nipple; I licked the areola first, and then twirled my tongue around her nipple.

"Bite it again," she said softly. I obliged, starting with a little pressure, and slowly increasing; she hissed, and again asked, "Harder, please." Again, I increased the pressure a little quicker, until she again screamed out her orgasm. I hadn't realized it, but she'd undone her shorts and had her hand buried in her panties, fingering her pussy.

"Hey, no fair" I said kidding.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked.

"With you fingering your pussy while I'm biting your nipples, I don't know which is giving you the most pleasure," I said.

"Don't worry, lover," she said, "It's all you. Here," she said, pulling her hand out of her panties, offering me the finger she'd had buried in her twat. I opened my mouth, and she slipped it in. I sucked the juices from her finger; man, was it ever sweet.

"Care to sample it straight from its source?" she asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," I told her. In an instant, she'd slid her shorts and panties off,

leaving her as naked as the day she was born. She was beautiful; her virgin slit was covered with a dusting of the same red hair as on her head. She laid back, bent her legs at her knees, and spread her legs, keeping her feet on the mattress. I crawled between her legs, inching my face closer to her honey pot; I could smell the same sweet odor as was on her finger she offered me. I could wait no longer; I dove in, burying my face in that red hair. I licked her from perineum to clit, eliciting another squeal of delight from Mandy. I licked the length of her slit again before reaching in and parting her lips with my thumbs, exposing her virgin hole and hymen. I licked the inner lips and she moaned; I furrowed my tongue and drilled her love hole, being careful of her hymen. Mandy put her legs up over my shoulders, and locked her ankles. I drilled my tongue in and out, in and out, and flicking it up and down. After a few minutes of this, Mandy grabbed a handful of sheets in each hand, arched her back, and screamed. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand before the neighbors figured out what was going on. She continued screaming her orgasm, muffled by my hand. She had a beautiful sheen of sweat forming on her face and chest; her breasts glistened like a rose covered in dew. Finally, she finished screaming, and I removed my hand from her mouth.

"Jesus Christ, Tom, I didn't know I could have such intense orgasms!" she said. I leaned down, and gave her a gentle kiss on her mouth. Our tongues battled for a while, until we had to come up for air. She smacked her lips, sampling her own taste.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself," she said.

"Sweetest thing I ever tasted," I told her.

"Turnabout is fair play," she said, sitting up and unzipping my fly.

"Mandy, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I told her.

"I know; that's the reason I'm doing this," she said. She fished my semi-rigid dick out of my pants, and admired it for a minute. She pinched the circumcised head, and rubbed the pre-cum around. She stroked it a few times, and had it rigid as a pipe, about 8 inches long. She took it in her mouth, and went down, getting about 4 inches in before choking. She pulled back, and went down again. On the next stroke, she inhaled through her nose, and took me into her throat; she kept this up until I felt my balls start to boil.

"Mandy, I'm going to cum soon," I told her. The little minx nodded and started humming; I exploded into her throat, time after time. "Are you OK, Mandy?" I asked her.

"Jesus, Tom; I never expected there to be so much!" she said. She wiped what had leaked out on her lips with her finger, sucked on it, smacked her lips together and said, "Not bad; a little salty, maybe, but not bad. Now, are you ready to make me a woman?"

"Mandy, that's a big step for you, losing your virginity; are you sure you really want to do this?" I asked her.

"Tom, you're all I can think of. I'm not losing my virginity; I'm giving it to you, willingly, because I know you'll treasure this moment, and remember it always."

What was I going to say to that? I undressed, and got a condom out of my wallet. As I tore the wrapper open, Mandy laughed.