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Introduction:

Jim is back in a prequel to previous stories, earlier times. We learn how Jim was taught and instructed and given skills for life, love and sex. The lessons of life.

Author’s note:

I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smaller portions both for ease in posting and for reader consumption. That said… I hope you enjoy this long winded tale. It is a true story, all of this really did happen.



All persons depicted in this story, at the time of any sexual activity, were eighteen years of age or older.

Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim.

Being Jim Ch6 Lessons of Life

By Frodov

This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day.

Sometimes to better understand the “whole”, the big picture in its present state you must pick a thread and follow it back through the weave to earlier times or events, to see the interactions that colored that thread or created it. Often one thread is formed from multiple smaller connected threads, much like the cloth is woven from many threads. But isn’t that life? This story reaches back to my time in college. I was working full time mostly in a part time job delivering pizzas to pay for my gas and insurance to allow me to commute to and from school and home. Remember this all happened before cell phones and the internet, cable TV was still in its infancy. The 80’s big hair bands, big hair, a different time.

Part One

“Wait... Stop, stop, stop!” She said with an exasperated sigh. “Go wash your face, brush your teeth and then bring me a glass of iced tea when you come back.” She said as she crossed her legs and closed her robe over herself covering up those long silk covered legs and that very hairy oasis between them.

I knew better than to protest, I slid back off the edge of the bed, my erection dragging along the covers under my boxer shorts. I had no idea why she stopped me again and sent me off to do this. I did know that she would explain in her own time and I would probably learn something valuable from the seeming nonsense and my frustration. I walked from the master bedroom and down the hall to the bath room. I ran some warm water in the sink and soaked a washcloth before applying a little soap and then washing my face. I rinsed out the washcloth and wrung it out then folded it over the towel rack. Then pulled my toothbrush from the holder and applied a bit of toothpaste then began brushing my teeth. This was the third time in the last hour and a half that I was sent to clean up and then fetch something for Maggie. Now I would normally think of myself as a pretty patient sort of guy but this stop and start stuff was wearing me pretty thin today. I spat out the tooth paste and rinsed my mouth with some cold water. I dried my face and hands on a hand towel and then exited the bathroom to turn right and down the hall to the kitchen to retrieve a glass and fill it with some ice and tea.

As I entered the kitchen I found Penny sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in hand and some papers in the other. Her half frame reading glasses perched on her delicate little button nose as she looked up over them and smiled at me.

“Did you brush your teeth?” She asked giving me that knowing smile and raising one delicate eyebrow in questioning expression.



“Yes Miss Penny.” I said as I smiled sheepishly to her. As I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the pitcher of iced tea that was always present. I poured about three quarters of the glass full as the ice clinked and rose with the cloudy amber liquid. “Penny?” I began as I returned the pitcher and closed the refrigerator door. Turning to her I continued. “I know sometimes I’m a little slow to pick up on the lessons but what am I doing wrong? Am I doing something wrong or is Maggie just teasing me or something?” I asked tilting my head slightly to one side then catching myself and returning it upright and standing up straight almost as if at attention. It occurred to me that my habit of tilting my head to one side was much like what dogs do when they are trying to understand their master’s intent.



Miss Penny’s facial expression softened and she set down the papers she was grading and her coffee cup then held out both her arms beckoning me to her side. I stepped up to her and she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me into her. My now semi flaccid erection just a bulge under my silk boxer shorts seemingly nestling in between her soft womanly mounds of breast casually gathered together under her gossamer like silk robe. I knew that there was nothing else on under that robe as Penny was almost loath to wear much more than her “wrappers” around the house unless she was tutoring or entertaining guests. While unofficially I was a student, of sorts, and was being “tutored” by both herself and Miss Margaret, Maggie she insists in private, I was considered almost one of the family. What an interesting, odd even, family indeed. Perhaps I should pause my narrative here and introduce you the reader to myself, and these two wonderful if often times confounding women.



My name is James, Jim or Jimmy and sometimes Jimbo to my family and friends. I am or was at the time a college student working part time at almost full time hours for a nationally known pizza delivery chain, I’ll call them “Dom’s”. Physically I’m just Joe average, standing about five foot eight, tilting the scales at about two hundred pounds. I played football up through high school, played one year of soccer, ran track and even took one turn at the wrestling team but decided that just wasn’t for me. I was sturdy but not ripped like many guys who dedicate themselves to weight lifting or body building. Blond hair turning slowly to a light brown, brown eyes , an open and honest face not exactly handsome but far from homely… or so I’ve been told many times. I was not someone that stood out in a crowd. That being said, it was probably a good thing as well because generally speaking I was, and remain somewhat, mostly, shy and quiet around strangers and people I’ve just met. I do fancy myself as a keen observer of those people around me however. I take in far more than I let on. My parents instilled within me a sense of respect for my elders and strangers in general, and a strong work ethic. Along with that I was and remain a bookworm, as apt to get lost in a good book as I am to seek out real life adventures, of which I actually indulge in more than most people are aware. I’ve learned many things in my short life, some from studying things and people around me, some from trial and error in doing, and some by instruction. This tale involves all the above but focuses more on the latter. I have had the great fortune of knowing and receiving care and instruction from some very special people throughout my life, none more special as the two ladies I will introduce to you in this tale.

The ladies, Miss Penny, that’s what I call her by her request as she rather despises her full name of Penelope Anne Ridgeford. “It just sounds so stuffy.” She would explain. Penny at the time of this tutelage was still a working teacher in the neighboring county from where she lived with Miss Margaret, more on that later. Penny was as I mentioned earlier had a penchant for wearing little to nothing in the way of clothing around her home. She was a buxom lady indeed with large but not overly large soft breasts that begged to be held and caressed. As a woman in her mid forties, those breasts did fall prey to the affects of gravity somewhat however so they did sag but ever so slightly and not an unpleasant sight to behold certainly. They had slightly darkened areola about the size of half dollar coins with soft pink marble sized nipples right in their center. I can tell you they were very sensitive. Miss Penny was not a slender lady but certainly not fat in any way either. Standing a modest five foot six barefooted or in her silk slippers that she wore anytime she didn’t have shoes on or was not bathing, I would later find out just why that was. Her soft shoulder length hair often changed color depending on her whims and moods but I will always remember it as the coppery strawberry blonde that she wore when I first made her acquaintance.

She was soft spoken most of the time, not a timid or meek voice but rather a confident one that caused people to listen all the more closely to her when she was speaking. Her voice coming from the softest ever smiling lips, full and often slightly pouted causing her dimples to peek out on her cheeks. Miss Penny had a kind rounded face that was complimented by those full lips and a smallish if a little wide button nose that set off the biggest light blue eyes. Her long luxurious lashes were the stuff dreams are made of for cosmetics designers and models alike. Those eyes popped and they were highlighted by a set of carefully manicured but full eyebrows that rode on her forehead like beacons drawing ones gaze to those lovely blue eyes. Those eyes could shine like the brightest sunlight when she was pleased with you but turn as hard and as cold as icy stone when she was displeased with you. As with her soft spoken demeanor, her gaze also grabbed and held your attention. Miss Penny was in her own describing, “Plush”. Not thin, not fat, certainly not a hard body but not frail either. I might call her sturdy but that would almost sound demeaning really. Penny was soft in all the right places, had curves where they were meant to be, abundant but not in excess.

When dressed for work, the classroom, she was nothing extraordinary and would hardly garner a second glance from most people, especially guys. She could dress up and people would perhaps take a second look, but when she was in her preferred state of dress, or undress as the case may be, she would turn any man’s head and many a woman’s head as well. One last outstanding feature I must mention was her strong but slender hands with their immaculately manicured nails. Miss Penny could have been a hand model for any jewelry line or cosmetics line for that matter. She had the perfect nails in my opinion, just the right length to be elegant as if a drop of paint were just hanging from the ends of the fingers. They had a natural shape, tapered not squared off of chopped. I can’t remember ever seeing those beautiful fingers when they weren’t perfectly painted and polished. Her legs seemed to be borrowed from a gymnast half her age, while not overly muscular, they were toned and had exquisite curves of their own. They ran from the floor thickening a little perhaps in the thighs but with not an ounce of flab, to the bottoms of her sweetly pear shaped ass in the back and to a velvety neatly trimmed crotch within which was centered what I came to know as her peach. While not completely hairless, Penny’s peach was lightly covered with velvety soft peach fuzz where the hair was nearly nonexistent save for a neatly trimmed heart shaped tuft of strawberry blond hair just above her peach.



Then there was Miss Margaret, Miss Penny’s Housemate. They both lived in this modest four bedroom home with two car garage and full basement. In a quiet neighborhood with tree lined streets, good fences and quiet neighbors. While Miss Penny was almost bubbly in her sweetness and outgoing manner, Miss Margaret was decidedly not, at least by outward appearances or casual observation. Margaret, Maggie to her friends, was an imposing figure of a woman. Reserved, almost haughty, perhaps aloof would be a better way to describe her. By all appearances she was a stern intelligent woman that didn’t suffer fools or foolishness. Like Miss Penny, a look from Miss Margaret could stop you in your tracks or halt your words in mid speech. Those liquid copper orbs could burn a hole through solid steel or they could softly shine like the light of a candle when you were in her good graces. Separating those copper colored lights was a patrician nose, longish, delicate but firm. Her nostrils would flare when she was upset or angry or when… well… I’ll talk more about that later.

Above Margaret’s eyes separating her eyes from her forehead were two dark brows that always seemed to be immobile, but when her mood changed or she was startled they grew animated and would dance and jump as if they were living creatures. Below her nose there was a wide set of thin tight lips. Margaret didn’t wear much make up and certainly didn’t draw attention to her lips but on occasion I’ve seen her with lipstick on and it changes the entire look of her face, her face softens. Her wide lips set off her strong chin and jaw line that sit atop her long thin neck. A neck that like the rest of Miss Margaret is toned but not muscular.

Margaret stands about five foot seven in her stockinged feet. Aside from bathing I’ve rarely ever known her to not be wearing stockings of some sort on those elegant shapely legs. For a woman in her late forties she was remarkably toned and fit. Her arms and legs slender and long, her ass also on the smallish side but nicely rounded and shaped all the same. Two smallish but well rounded firm breasts rode high and proud on Margaret’s chest seemingly defying gravity. Topped by two dark shaded points of her nipples about the size of pencil erasers, were surrounded by slightly darker quarter sized areolas that seemed to float on the milky white skin that covered Margaret’s body. That pale white skin contrasted with her hair. She had raven black hair, a full glossy gossamer cloud that framed her face, hung to the middle of her shoulder blades when she let it down. Usually it was tamed into a tight bun or other restrictive styling that left her generous yet delicate ears exposed to the world.



In the lobes of those ears she always, always, wore a set of pearl stud earrings. There was one more pearl stud but it was constantly worn much farther down, not in an ear, but rather in a piercing of the hood covering Margaret’s magic switch, her clit. I can’t count the number of times I blessed that single pearl and silently thanked the gods for that jeweled beacon, surrounded as it was by an equally dark cloud of gossamer like raven black hair. If Miss Penny had a Peach, Miss Margaret had a large ripe plum, one surround by that raven black silky soft hair. Soft yes, but dense, it certainly takes some getting used to but once that has happened it becomes a thing of beauty and wonder. It’s also a source of frustration for the uninitiated. That would have been me, more on that later though. From outward appearances, Miss Margaret would appear to be the antithesis or opposite of Miss Penny as far as personalities go. While Miss Penny is ordinarily bubbly and seemingly happy, Miss Margaret appears to be stern, or almost cross, cold, and as I described earlier, aloof. Miss Margaret Eileen Mays is, was, also a teacher. She taught among other things typing, in a senior high school right here in this very town. In fact she was one of my own teachers, and I was, one of her students. I am now one of her students again, a very special kind of student, for a very special kind of teacher.



It’s funny how small events in one’s life often evolve and turn into life changing events at a later time in that same life… like ripples on the pond, or a butterfly flapping wings and creating hurricanes a world away that sort of thing. One small action, a smile, a kind word, holding a door for a stranger things that most take for granted and never think about again can actually mean the world to someone who desperately needed a moment of kindness… or someone who witnesses that act and is impressed with the selflessness of a person offering that moment of kindness. I know, I know, get on with the story right? Okay… but just bear with me a moment or two longer, it will make sense later when you need those missing puzzle pieces.

Many years ago, not so long during the setting of this story perhaps, I was in high school, a sophomore actually. During my years of high school we had schools .....//..... that taught grades seven, eight and ninth (what would be freshman year for most schools). So sophomore was the first year most kids in my area were introduced to High School. For most kids entering high school is an eye opening experience, a brave new world to explore and learn. Sure there are the usual cliques and clubs and organizations that people gravitate to, to fit in, to find themselves amongst others of the same or like minds and desires. What? Too deep maybe? Okay to be brief I was a jock, so I went out for the Soccer team over the summer break between the school years and my transition from junior high to senior high school. Likewise when the school year started I went out for the football team. I made the team and even impressed the coaches enough to win a spot on the team. Not unheard of for a sophomore to be on the first string even if it was only special teams but not common either, especially for a smaller guy by varsity football standards. But I was quick on my feet, tenacious and in a word, I had balls.

Okay let me explain. In this case balls meant I didn’t back down and I would take on anyone on the playing field, no matter how much bigger than me they might have been. During one of the early practices I had been assigned as a blocker for the kick-off receiving team my counterpart opposing me was the biggest guy on the team, a gentle giant in person to be sure but he towered over me by a good foot and a half and outweighed me by probably by half again my own weight. He didn’t move fast but he didn’t deviate when he did start moving either… think steam roller on legs. Big Henry was a force to be reckoned with. As it turned out, the ball was kicked, the kicking team stormed down the field. The receiver caught the ball yards behind me so everyone was focused on my little patch of turf and the path of the ball carrier that fell in behind me and two other guys… Big Henry was heading our way, picking up speed with his head down. Of the three of us blockers, one guy tripped (or so he said) and went down, the other guy, bigger than me hit big Henry a glancing blow on his right hip and ricocheted like a ping pong ball, then there was me.



I knew it was going to hurt but then I always was head strong and didn’t know when to quit once I set my mind to something. You could almost feel the ground beneath our feet trembling as big Henry stormed in. I put my arms up in the blocking stance, put my head down a bit and just hit him as hard as I could right in the chest. BAM! I saw stars. I could have sworn I heard birds chirping just like in all the old cartoons too. They tell me that big Henry stopped cold when I hit him, the ball carrier danced around us and ran half the length of the field before he tripped on his own two feet trying to look over his shoulder. The coaches all stood stock still, stunned at what they had witnessed. Then the next thing I was aware of after seeing stars was a truly massive paw of a hand in my face. As my eyes cleared enough to see, I followed the hand up the arm to a smiling big Henry. I took the hand and he lifted me up effortlessly and swatted me on my back saying “Good hit man!” The swat on my back nearly sent me to the ground again. I honestly thought I had blown my chance at getting any playing time and was dragging my ass figuratively speaking until practice broke up. The head coach asked me to walk with him as we all went back to the locker room to clean up and change. I thought that was it, he was going to tell me to turn in my equipment, thanks for trying, don’t call us, we’ll call you… Well you can imagine how stunned I was when he told me that he liked my hustle and what he saw, he wanted me to be one of the special teams guys. ME? A “Specialist”? WOW!

So I was in! One of the big cliques… I was on the team! Yeah but I was still me, Mr. Shadow, keeping my head down, mouth shut, painfully shy and reserved. But I watched, I observed, I noticed. What I didn’t know was that I wasn’t the only one like this. Sure I was part of the team but I was still mostly a loner. There were other loners too, one in particular would later make a very big difference in my life.

One of my classes that sophomore year was of all things a typing class. This today would be a little strange in that so few people have to actually learn to type anymore as most have mastered it long before even reaching grade school, certainly before high school. But in my day, typing class was still a thing. Mostly aimed towards girls that would later be looking for jobs like secretarial positions and the like, but there were a few guys that also gravitated to that class for whatever reason. I myself took it as a suggestion from my own mother who had actually worked in a factory where they made typewriters before she married my father. At this point in time however the world of academia was transitioning from old style standard typewriters to the newer electric models. Unfortunately the school district didn’t have enough budget to replace all the old machines with new so I ended up saddled with an older manual which suited me just fine really. Being a guy, and while not all thumbs I did have a problem keeping my digits injury free. Face it, I played football, at any given time I had at least one finger jammed or swollen sometimes even broken. Yeah I was not the fastest typist, by a long shot! But I was a willing student and I practiced as fast as I could and I learned. Thanks a great deal to the patience and guidance of our typing teacher Mrs. Mays.

At first I had the distinct impression that she would much rather I were not in this class to begin with. Not that she was obviously biased against guys in the class but it seemed that she fawned over certain girls in the class. They could do no wrong. Others she just smiled and helped them when they asked for help. Me on the other hand, while professional always, she seemed a little cold. Maybe it was that reason that I got stubborn and set out to prove myself worthy of her instruction. I made it a point to watch and learn. Of the class of twenty eight there were only myself and three other guys and two of those dropped out of the class within the first two weeks, a few of the girls did as well though. The star students, the “chosen ones” as some of the more mediocre girls nicknamed them, excelled and shone brightly under Mrs. Mays’ instruction. She praised them and pointed out how well they were doing to the rest of us. Oh goody.

After Thanks Giving holiday break, football season over of course but I still had sore fingers so I still struggled even though I did manage to get the basics down. I’d never be a fast typist so being someone’s secretary was out of the question, not that I had ever had plans for that in the first place. My speed, words per minute, still ranked me near the bottom of the class but that didn’t bother me. Since there were not enough new electric typewriters for every student, someone had decided that they would be rotated around so that each student would get some experience with them, half the class for half the semester, then the other half for the remainder of the semester.

I was kind of looking forward to improving my speed with the use of the new electric machine. While waiting for class to begin that first day back I noticed one of the quieter girls who had previously been using an electric was struggling with the older manual machine that I had previously used myself. Whereas her fine delicate fingers had literally nearly flown across the electric’s keys she was finding it difficult to strike the keys with enough force to consistently type anything. I also noticed that she had two fingers taped together on her left hand. I was all too familiar with that sort of bandage as I practically lived that way the first half of the semester. By the end of the class that day Michelle (her name) was dejected and in tears. Some of Mrs. Mays “stars” were not so quietly making fun of her amongst themselves. Yeah, there were mean girls back then too.

Mrs. Mays sat at her desk going over her lesson plans for the next class as our class wound down and people began turning in their completed assignments. I usually turned mine in last or nearly last every day as I was the slowest in the class as far as typing speed. With the use of the new electric machine I was closer to the middle range of the class now and because of my heavy handed typing I had learned to be careful and make fewer mistakes. Michelle was still trying to finish up as the bell rang and everyone started leaving the classroom. I waited until Michelle gave up and turned in her daily assignment unfinished and left in tears. Stepping back into the room I bashfully approached Mrs. Mays and asked her if I could have a moment of her time.

Looking up at me with a mildly annoyed expression she asked what I wanted. I told her about seeing Michelle’s bandaged fingers and that I knew she was struggling with the transition from the electric to a heavier manual typewriter. Knowing that her fingers were not likely to get any better very soon I asked her if I could trade machine assignments with her and let her use the electric so that she could go on and pass the class. I on the other hand had grown accustomed to the standard and I wasn’t too worried about not making a good grade based on my typing speed as I really didn’t have plans to use this skill after graduating in a few years anyway… Boy would I learn how wrong that statement was... At first Mrs. Mays looked at me as if I were some strange insect or perhaps an animal that suddenly began speaking English. She couldn’t believe I would make such a sacrifice for someone that I didn’t even know. Her mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out as she studied me trying to determine if I were serious or not. Finally she sat back and asked. “Are you sure Jim?” Still not believing what she heard.



“Yes ma’am. “ I told her. “I’m never going to be as fast as anyone else in the class so it doesn’t bother me to continue using the standard machine.”

“Well, okay then.” She said still searching my eyes for something. I thanked her and headed off to my next class.

The next day I came in and took my seat at the same old standard machine that I had begun the semester on and when Michelle came in the only machine left was the electric that I had used the day before. Not knowing what to do she went to Mrs. Mays’ desk and asked her what she should do. I didn’t hear what was said but I saw their two heads close together in private conversation and then Michelle looked up at me then back at Mrs. Mays. Mrs. Mays nodded her head and gave the slightest little shrug and then nodded again. Michelle turned and slowly walked back to the open machine and took her seat, all the while looking at me out of the corner of her eye as if trying to figure me out.



Michelle still had trouble completing her assignments by the allotted time each day for the next week or so and nearing the end of the third week she was getting frustrated at the amount of errors and her flagging speed at typing. I of course noticed her struggling every day but was too shy to say anything or to even offer encouragement. All the while, though I didn’t perceive it, I was also under scrutiny of Mrs. Mays. She watched me as if seeing me for the first time but in a new light. I did notice that she seemed to be a little less aloof when she interacted with me, even offering tips on certain functions of the machine I was using. My speed did improve, slowly but as I said, I tried not to make many errors so over all I was steadily improving. That third week however I did something unusual

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Just before class began on that Friday I actually approached Michelle and asked her how her fingers were coming along, healing. She told me that her doctor had told her the break was all but healed but they wanted her to keep her fingers immobilized to prevent them from being re injured, at least until her next appointment, in one more week. I told her I had more than my fair share of experience with broken and injured fingers. My doctor told me that once the swelling goes down and the bones have set, it’s actually better to get them “back in the game” so to speak by using them, to rebuild their strength. I asked her if they still hurt. She admitted they didn’t really hurt but with them taped together it was hard to do anything with them or that hand at all.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife… this was ages ago, almost everyone carried pocket knives and they were not illegal or banned back then. Anyway, I pulled out my pocket knife and asked her if she would like to take the tape off and try working without it today. Michelle looked wide eyed at me and clutched her injured hand in her good hand and pulled it to her chest as if cradling it away from harm. There was a look of, what, fear, in her eyes? No maybe not fear but certainly some worry in those pale green eyes. I had never really noticed them before, but then I’d never been this close to her before either. They were almost the color of turquoise with little golden flecks like freckles sprinkled in. I turned the knife around and holding it by the blade and held it out for her to take from me so that she could cut the tape. Looking at me then at the knife then back at me, then finally she looked at her hand with the taped fingers before slowly extending her hand towards me. “Could you cut the tape for me?” She asked quietly.



Dropping down and squatting on my heels beside her work station I turned the knife around and took her taped up hand in my left hand gently and brought the knife blade to the tape and carefully eased the edge under the tape between her fingers and cut the tape. I put the knife on the table and took the fingers of both my hands and gently peeled back the tape from around her fingers until it came off and away from her skin. Michelle pulled her hand back and massaged the newly freed fingers and flexed them carefully. Then looked up at me shyly and smiled and said “Thank you…”



“Jim” I told her… smiling I stood and collected my knife and put it away as I walked back to my machine as the bell rang and class got underway. Mrs. Mays had watched the whole thing from her desk and looked thoughtful but didn’t comment. As the class wore on and we all worked on the assignment that Mrs. Mays put out for us that day, I couldn’t help but notice that Michelle seemed to take wing with her typing. Beginning hesitantly at first fearing pain from her fingers, her confidence grew with each passing keystroke. By the end of the class she was typing as fast as she ever had, maybe even a little faster as her time with the bandages had got her to be a little more careful with her keystrokes to avoid mistakes.

I went on to pass typing class, I never did get anywhere near a good speed in words per minute but I was told that I was sufficiently proficient to pass. I was happy with that. I never did get to know Michelle any better but I would see her around school from time to time and she would smile shyly at me each time. Sometime she would whisper with the other girls she was with and I would hear giggles as girls often do. I was clueless of course.

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Several years later, after having moved to another county and finishing and graduating from senior high school in that county, I began my studies at the University. I also began working part time for Dom’s Pizza, delivering pizzas to pay for my gas and insurance for my commute to and from school. I took the job here in town as I pretty much grew up here and knew my way around town very well. This was a major asset in a time when there was no such thing as GPS or Google maps. You had to know the streets and how to get around or know how to read a paper map. It was a fun job, with some interesting perks once you got established and were seasoned. If you fit in, you were introduced to a whole new world, a subculture that for anyone who’d lead a sheltered life would find to be quite eye opening indeed.



I sat out one semester from University before I began. There was a financial adjustment being made the year I graduated from high school. The national grocery chain my father had worked for my entire life had been bought out by a foreign company and they had decided to close and sell off all the stores in our area. Suddenly my father was without a job. This, after having just spent his life savings and going into debt in order to buy the farm we now lived on made my first year of college questionable. Dad was never one to sit still though, he had bought the farm with the goal of opening his own business in a few years, but the loss of his job only accelerated his plans. My mother took a couple of part time jobs, dad was working several part time jobs while also scrambling to get his business up and running. I was still living on the farm along with my other younger siblings who were all still in school so I pretty much took over work on the farm, tending animals, fences, chores… anything that needed to be done. I learned to do things by myself. It was a tough time for everyone but we got through it. When dad was ready to open for business, mom began working for him. I applied for student loans and grants and was able to get the funds to make my college debut. My dad cashed in an insurance policy he had taken out when I was born and was able to buy me a used pickup truck. I had to provide for my own gas and insurance of course and that meant working. I applied for several jobs and hustled some side jobs as well like yard care and other odd jobs, handy man kind of stuff. Eventually I got hired on at Dom’s Pizza. And then life took another turn.

A turn for the better in more ways than one, I made a lot of new friends and learned a lot about myself and about the world. My reliability in showing up on time and every day I was scheduled earned me favor with my managers. My willingness to help with anything and attention to detail further impressed them and others. I know it sounds like I’m blowing myself up and bragging but I’m just setting the stage so that you the reader can understand how things developed and got me to the point in time of this story. Remember I was still very naïve and unworldly at this point in time, all of nineteen years old, full of energy and wonder and curiosity, but not so full of self confidence. As I made friends at Dom’s my world was expanding exponentially. I got taken under the wings of those with more knowledge and experience. I got educated. Like anywhere, people talk, friends dig and pry and get to know you, they tease you and kid around and sometimes help you out in ways that you never saw coming. Months of working closely and long hours hustling (delivering) pizzas and of course cleaning and prepping the store for business, I got to know some of my fellow employees very well, and they me. Now I’ve already told you that I was mostly shy and soft spoken around people, especially strangers, but I do open up a bit more when I get to know people better. I guess it’s a comfort thing, or trust, which is pretty much the same thing sometimes. But trust and acceptance are a two way street, I had proven myself more and more and earned the trust of those I worked closely with.



At the time I worked for Dom’s Pizza I became aware that first, most of the managers and trainees I worked for and with were female, many of the delivery drivers were female as well. Of course this is not an objectionable thing to a young guy, not in the least. Unfortunately I being shy, even more so when it came to dealing with the opposite sex, meant that it could also be uncomfortable at times. The girls soon discovered that I was easily embarrassed and took great joy in pushing my buttons and watching me blush and squirm. It was this very shyness and openness that got me behind the wall.

Most people aren’t even aware of the wall, it’s invisible, not spoken of and rarely breached. To be allowed to come inside the wall is the highest form of acceptance of those forced to live behind that wall. So what the hell is the “wall” you ask. The wall is the barrier that secrecy creates out of necessity to remain safe from persecution, discrimination and hurt. You see, I discovered, by observation and paying attention to subtle clues that most of these women, girls were gay. Now not all of them were, and some of the ones that were actually liked both guys and girls. It was a lot to take in for a young guy who had never been exposed to anything like that before. But as I said, I was accepted, not because I was gay or anything but that I was open minded and not judgmental of their preferences or choices. Over time with a lot of questions and embarrassment on my part I learned a lot of things from these ladies. I learned a lot about myself as well.

One of my fellow drivers at Dom’s, Jules, did yard work on the side and I often helped out when I had time between classes and working and of course my work on the farm. I met some of her “friends” outside of Dom’s as well. One afternoon I was helping Jules mow some yards that she took care of on a regular basis. She had had car trouble the week before and was behind and asked if I’d like to pick up a few bucks. I took her up on it and she said that one of her friends would be working at the address she gave me but it was usually a two person job because of the size of the yard and all the plants and stuff in the yard. With my lawn mower and gas in the back of my pickup I made my way that Saturday morning to the address she had given me. When I pulled up I saw her friend, or I thought it must be her friend as she was struggling to pull start a push mower in the front yard. I unloaded my mower from the truck and pushed it over to the sidewalk and walked up to introduce myself to this gal in the baggy sweat pants and cut off tee shirt and dirty ball cap. She was covered in sweat and grass clippings.



“Hi” I said “Jules asked me to help out with this yard, looks like you just about got the front finished, you want me to head to the back…” I stopped mid sentence when this girl turned around to look at me, she took her hat off and shook her hair out and dragged her forearm across her brow. That’s when we locked eyes on one another… hers were a pale blue green with golden flecks… and we both instantly recognized the other. “Michelle!”

“You! “ She paused reaching for my name then smiled “Jim! Right?”

“Yeah, you remembered my name…” I stammered not sure what to say next.



“Well you obviously remembered my name, what happened to you? You disappeared.” She spoke while she looked me up and down.

“Uh… I… I mean my family moved, I had to change schools, it kind of sucked.” I said distractedly as my brain started putting things together. I remembered Michelle from typing class back in my sophomore year, I thought she was cute then and more than once had daydreamed about speaking with her and getting to know her but that never happened, mostly out of my own shyness, but then moving away, it just never happened. Then there was the realization that she was friends with Jules, and Jules was decidedly playing for the other team and most of her friends were of a like mind and preference. Not all of them but most of them. So does that mean that Michelle was like Jules? And what was with that smile? Her delicate features I remembered from high school remained but there was something else about her now, a strength of some kind but that smile was all girl and very pretty I must admit. I must have looked like a fool standing there just staring while my brain processed all this so I was a bit startled when she reached up and snapped her fingers in front of my face bringing me back to the moment.

“Hey! Jim!” She looked at me with one eyebrow climbing her forehead in askance of my sobriety perhaps. “Jules sent you here to help mow this yard?”

“Uh… yeah, I told her I could help her out today. She told me a friend of hers would be here working on it already, I had no idea it would be you.” I said in a rush. “Ummm…” I stammered looking at Michelle almost pleading to understand but also afraid to find out the truth. “I… Uh…” I swallowed and took a deep breath. “How do you know Jules?” I finally asked.

Michelle looked at me for a few moments as if trying to understand my question then she got this lopsided grin on her face as it dawned on her that perhaps I knew more than I let on, or simply by association with Jules I was privy to more information than most. “Well…” She began as she took both hands and ran them back through her hair gathering it into a pony tail and pulling it through the back of her ball cap then pulling it down snuggly on her head. “My roommate and Jules are “buddies”. My roomy told me about the yard work and I thought it was a good way to make a little extra cash while the weather was warm.” She said with a sly grin daring me to say something or perhaps silently asking me if I could read between the lines.



“Yeah… “buddies”. Jules has lots of buddies, not many of them are guys though. That’s cool though, to each their own.” I shrugged giving her a shy crooked grin. I figured the chances were pretty high that Michelle was of the same persuasion and Jules and her “buddies”. I sighed internally and was kind of deflated that I didn’t stand a chance in my mind or in reality even of getting to know Michelle better now. “Having trouble with your mower?” I asked trying to steer away from the topic altogether.



Michelle studied my face intently then her eyes softened and her sly grin turned into a warm knowing smile before she chuckled. “Yeah, I ran out of gas, I filled it back up but now it’s not wanting to start. And before you go all wonky on me and jump to conclusions, I am NOT one of Jules’ “buddies”. My roomy is. I don’t think their preference is for me, entirely anyway, I like my “buddies” to be of the male variety.”



Looking back now I see that opening plain as the nose on my face, but at the time it completely escaped me, I was so blind. Instead, I was stuck in avoidance mode and my brain was problem solving the lawn mower issue. “Sounds like you flooded it” I stated kneeling down and reaching under the gas tank and turning the stop cock valve to off so no more gas would come out of the tank. I reached up and opened up the choke and pulled the throttle back to zero. Standing again I took the pull rope handle and gave a few short tugs to turn the motor over a few times. Then Three more long pulls so the engine sputtered through completely. Kneeling again I turned the gas tank’s stop cock back on and pulled the choke half way out. Pulling the throttle up about a quarter I stepped back and said. “Okay, now try it… I think I got the carburetor cleared.”

Michelle looked at me out of the corner of her eye then reached down and took hold of the pull rope handle and gave it a mighty tug. Then engine sputtered a couple of times but didn’t start. I reached up and closed the choke a little bit and nodded to her to try again. Once more she gave the pull rope a mighty tug and the engine sputtered a couple of more times then fired up with a puff of oily smoke then settled down to a steady idle. I closed the choke completely and it smoothed out even more. Michelle looked at me with both eyebrows crawling up her forehead and a bright smile on her face.



“Thanks Jim!” She shouted over the noise of the mower’s engine, as she grabbed the handlebars and pushed off to begin finishing up mowing the front yard where she had left off. I Smiled and pointed at myself then towards the back yard and waved. I grabbed my mower and gas can and pushed it towards the gate at the side of the garage leading to the back yard. I started up my own mower and began working my way around the yard from the side of the garage. As I came around the back side of the garage I came upon a site that gave me pause. Stretched out on reclining chaise lounges (lawn chairs) were two very nearly nude women. Both face down with their heads resting on their folded arms their well oiled backs bare from their necks to the tops of their very skimpy bikini bottoms the straps from their tops hanging down either side of their loungers. One a dark haired woman with very fair complexion, and the other a strawberry blonde gal with ample curves and some silk slippers covering her feet, neither woman rose to look at me or even acted surprised that I was there. I’m not sure how long I stood and, well, stared frankly, before I came to my senses and turned my mower off so that I might announce my presence. Hearing the mower shut off and being close to them, I heard the strawberry blonde say. “Michelle, dear, why don’t you take a few minutes to cool down, come over and have a seat and a glass of lemonade that Maggie made."

I understood then why they hadn’t sat up to see who it was, they thought I was Michelle coming to mow the back yard. I cleared my throat to announce my presence and said. “I’m sorry to disturb you ladies, ma’am, but I’m not Michelle, I was asked by my friend Jules to come help out with mowing the yard. I can come back later if you like.” As I spoke and my male voice registered in their minds, both heads snapped in unison raising up and turning to face me. The Dark haired lady had on a dark pair of sunglasses but the strawberry blonde had the most dazzling light blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen up to that point in my life. Neither lady rose from their prone positions however, for obvious reasons, but I could see both were surprised to see me when they were expecting Michelle. They were not embarrassed, to be honest I felt as if I were being scrutinized much like a menu in a restaurant. The strawberry blond smiled sweetly and said.

“Well hello, aren’t you a handsome young man? You say Jules asked you to come mow our lawn?”

“Yes ma’am. I work with her at Dom’s Pizza, she knew I was looking for a little extra work this summer and she was stretched a little thin with her mowing service and offered me a few yards. I was supposed to come by today and help out a friend of hers. She’s actually in the front yard finishing up soon I think. I just spoke with her.”

“Ah, I see.” She said smiling sweetly again. The dark haired woman leaned a little closer to the strawberry blond gal and spoke softly to her, I wasn’t able to hear what she said but she lowered her sunglasses to peek over the tops of them looking at me intently as she spoke. “Do you have a name my handsome handy man?” Strawberry blonde asked me in a soft voice.

“Jim, ma’am. James actually but I go by Jim.” I said as I took off my hat and wiped my brow that was sweating from the heat.



“Jim, be a dear and go to the front yard and collect Michelle. Tell her that Penny said for her to join us on the patio for some lemonade, you will join us won’t you Jim?” She smiled sweetly again one animated manicured eyebrow climbing questioningly on her forehead.



“Yes ma’am. I’ll go get Michelle, and thank you.” I said turning to go back around the garage to the front yard. As I rounded the garage and went through the gate to the front yard I saw that Michelle was on the last strip of grass finishing up the front yard. She shut her mower down as I approached and she asked me if I were finished with the back yard that fast. I told her no I had barely gotten started on it when I encountered the two ladies on the patio sun bathing. She smiled and asked me if I got an eyeful.



I must have blushed because she smiled all that much bigger and giggled. I told her that Miss Penny requested her to join them for lemonade on the patio. I told her I would help her load her mower first if she wanted. She laughed and said it wasn’t her mower, it belonged to the two ladies I met. She pushed it into the open garage and parked it then we walked around the side of the garage to the back yard again and to the patio. The ladies must have went inside and returned before Michelle and I could return to the patio as they were now both wearing silk cover-ups or robes and sitting at an umbrella covered glass topped patio table with four glasses with ice and a pitcher of lemonade. Miss Penny was fanning herself with a Chinese folded fan while the dark haired woman was still wearing sunglasses but now reading a magazine.



“Oh for heaven’s sake Michelle, look at you! Please come and sit and have some lemonade before you expire from the heat!” Penny waved us over to the table. “Won’t you introduce us properly to this handsome young man here?” She said smiling and fanning herself. Then remembering herself she set the fan down and reached for the pitcher of lemonade and poured some into the two empty glasses one for Michelle and one for myself.



Michelle approached the table and before she could reach for the chair I pulled it out for her as I was taught at an early age. It wasn’t even conscious thought, just reflex on my part. This simple act must have seemed odd to all three of the girls as they all took pause and looked at me. The dark haired woman turned to look at Miss Penny and her eyebrows both went up behind her dark sunglasses questioningly and she smiled ever so slightly. Miss Penny just beamed and turned her head slightly towards Michelle and watched me out of the corner of her eyes. Michelle just stood there for a moment looking at me as if she were trying to figure me out… again, before she accepted the chair and sat down. I took my own seat and nodded to the two ladies. Miss Penny cleared her throat looking directly at Michelle and tilted her head towards me her eye brows arching questioningly as if to say “Well?”

Michelle looked again at me then at both the ladies and said. “Miss Maggie, Miss Penny, this is Jim, he’s a friend of Jules’. I believe they work together for Dom’s Pizza.” Michelle again looked at me and kind of shrugged her shoulders.

“So do you know Jim Michelle?” Miss Penny asked quietly while looking at me like I was lunch or something.



“Well, actually we have met, we were in school together years ago. I had a class with him once…” Michelle added looking directly at Miss Maggie, the dark haired woman.



“Michelle?” Miss Penny left hanging and cocked her head slightly as if waiting for Michelle to continue. Michelle then realized that she hadn’t completed the introductions sat up a little straighter and looked at me then said. “Jim, this is Miss Penny…” she indicated the talkative strawberry blonde, “And Miss Maggie.” She tipped her head towards the dark haired woman who sat back her elbows on the arm rests of her chair and brought her right hand to her chin as if pondering some thought or another.

“Only one class together Michelle?” Penney teased the question leading Michelle to go on with more detail. Instead I spoke up.

“Well we might have ended up in more classes together had I continued attending the same school but my family moved and I ended up in school in another county. Actually this is the first time I’ve seen Michelle in years. I was surprised that she even recognized me to be honest ma’am.” I spoke softly and glanced over at Michelle to find her studying me again.

“Well I don’t know about sweet Michelle here, but I don’t think I would have easily forgotten such a handsome young man.” Penny purred smiling at me and glancing sidelong at Michelle judging her reaction. Michelle actually blushed and then cleared her throat and took a long drink of lemonade from her glass. I know I was probably blushing as well but I was a bit tongue tied and just sat there holding my own glass not sure what to say or do.

“Michelle, dear, if you are finished mowing the front yard, why don’t you go inside and have a shower and change into something a bit more ladylike than that atrocious sportswear. Find me after you’ve dressed, I need to discuss something with you… in private.” Miss Maggie spoke for the first time then went back to studying her magazine. Miss Penny looked a little surprised glancing from Michelle to Maggie and back. Standing up and extending her hand to me she said.



“Jim, if you will excuse us we will leave you to your work now. Feel free to have more lemonade of course, and if you would… knock on the back door before you leave dear?”



I got the distinct impression I was being dismissed and stood as the ladies all rose from their chairs and after emptying my own glass, I returned to my mower and restarted it. It took me almost an hour to mow the back yard, and wonder about Miss Maggie insisting on Michelle showering and changing her clothes? She has clothes here? As I pushed my mower back to the edge of the patio I found a full glass of cold lemonade waiting for me on the tabletop. I drank it empty in moments then took the glass with me to the back door and knocked. A few moments later Miss Penny opened the door and leaned against the door jamb smiling at me with those entrancing blue eyes. Again I got the distinct impression I was being sized up and I began to blush and was becoming somewhat tongue tied.



“Finished with the mowing Jim?” She asked



“Yes ma’am…"

“Penny...” She corrected me.

“Miss Penny, yes, I’ve finished mowing. Thank you again for the lemonade.”

“Will we see you again Jim? “ She asked running her right hand along the collar of her robe down to where the two sides met just above her impressive cleavage, the silky material hiding very little of her breasts and her nipples straining to poke right through. Stammering I had to swallow and regain my composure before answering.

“I really don’t know ma’… Miss Penny. I was only helping out Jules but I’m sure if she asked me to again I might see you.”

“Well perhaps we will have to have a talk with young Jules and recommend you in the future. It’s not often we meet young men with attention to detail and are willing to work.”

And just when I thought my face would return to my normal shade, there I was blushing again. I know I must have been bright red as Miss Penny just beamed with a beautiful smile and her delightful eyes crinkled up with glee.

“Thank you Miss Penny. Have a wonderful afternoon.” I smiled bashfully and handed her the empty glass and made my exit. Pushing my mower around the side of the garage back to the front of the house I noticed that what I assumed was Michelle’s car was still parked out front. Again, I may be a little slow sometimes but I had my suspicions about her professed “preference of buddies”. As I drove off I couldn’t escape the nagging thought that I was missing something about these two ladies, there was a certain familiarity or perhaps a feeling of déjà vu. I couldn’t put my finger on it so I let it go. I knew from past experience that if it was something important it would come to me in time.

A week later Jules pulled me aside one evening as we were closing at Dom’s and asked me about that day. “What did you do Jim? I sent you to mow a yard and now you’ve been requested by name to come back and mow it again.” Jules looked me with a shit eating grin on her face. “You must have impressed the ladies.” She added.

“Beats me Jules, I just mowed the yard. I mean besides sitting and having a glass of lemonade with them and Michelle, after they asked me to of course.” I shrugged and went about cleaning.

“Speaking of Michelle, last time I saw her she grilled me about you. She wanted to know how long I’ve known you, if you were straight, were you seeing anyone, hell she asked if I knew where you lived even. So spill it! What did you do Jim?” Jules kept on pushing my buttons, trying to get me to talk. I eventually told her everything that happened from the time I pulled up to the time I drove away. I told her I suspected that the ladies were, an item, or at least had similar preferences as she herself, not that it was any concern of mine. I also told her that I was a little disappointed in that Michelle might be playing for the same team so to speak, just one more high school fantasy stripped from my mind. Yeah I must have been blushing royally at that point because Jules laughed till she nearly cried. I was not amused. As we were getting in our cars after locking up the shop Jules pulled me aside again and told me.



“Jim, Michelle is different. I don’t think she’s decided which team she’s playing for yet, in fact I think she enjoys the freedom of choice if you know what I mean.” She punched me in the arm and smiled. She went on… “And those two ladies are teachers.”

“I don’t care what they do for a living Jules, or how they get their kicks, really.” I shrugged. Jules laughed at me again and smiled that shit eating grin of hers.

“Jim, they requested you to come mow their yard again this weekend, you up for that?”

“Requested me?” I asked “Sure, I guess I could take care of it. You think Michelle will be there again?” I smiled bashfully.



“Count on it, buddy.” Jules smiled at me and got in her car to drive off. I got into my truck and just sat there for a few minutes replaying the conversation in my mind looking for a hint that I might have missed. “Different” Jules had said, describing Michelle. And Michelle herself had told me she preferred guys. With a heavy sigh I started my truck and made the long drive home to the farm.

That Saturday morning I pulled up to the home of the “teachers” as Jules had called them, and I saw Michelle’s car out front. But I didn’t see her mowing the yard. The mower was parked about halfway to the front door so I just assumed that perhaps she was having trouble starting it again. I unloaded my own mower and grabbed the gas can and pushed towards the back yard. Once through the gate beside the garage I started my own mower and began mowing. When I got around to the far side of the garage where I happened upon the vision of those two ladies sun bathing last week I found the patio and chairs empty. I was a little disappointed perhaps but I pressed on and continued mowing the yard. There was still no sign of anyone when I had finished mowing the back yard so I shut down my mower and pushed it back around to the front of the house. I was about to load my mower back into my pickup truck when I thought I should ask if I should mow the front yard as well. I was still kind of curious about Michelle and if in fact she was even here. I walked to the front door and rang the bell. I stood there for a few minutes and was about to give up and leave, in fact I had already turned and was about to walk away when I heard the front door open. I turned and found Miss Margaret standing there in a dark red silk robe holding a full glass of iced tea.

“Jim, so good to see you again, won’t you come in and have a glass of tea?” she asked with the barest hint of a smile. I had to pause, for a moment because I was lost in a momentary flashback. I guess it was the sunglasses she wore the last time I saw her that prevented me from recognizing her, but today there was no mistaking. Those coppery golden brown eyes are unforgettable especially if they had ever glared at you. I must have looked like a fish out of water, my mouth moving and nothing coming out.

“Mrs… Mrs. May?” I stammered , honestly I don’t know how I even got anything even that intelligible out of my mouth as my brain was like a centrifuge of contrasting images and memories trying to comprehend and contrast conflicting memories and current images. The Mrs. May I remember from school was always so… dowdy… plain… so… I don’t know School Teacher. But I saw her last week in almost nothing but her bare skin and then with a sexy slinky cover up and now today with this OH MY GOD sexy robe… Suddenly my head was on fire. I just knew I was blushing like mad. I know because that hint of a smile she was wearing transformed into a wide dazzling smile that made my heart skip a beat, or maybe it was her bewitching eyes.

“Yes, Jim, I’m so happy you remember me, please, step in out of the heat and cool off.” She said opening the storm door and beckoning me inside.

“Well… I guess I could for a moment. I had really just rang to ask if perhaps you or Miss Penny would want me to finish mowing the front yard before I go. It looks as if Michelle was having problems with the mower again.” I spoke as I stepped inside the door to the landing. The split level home had a set of steps leading up into the upper level of the main floor, and a set of steps leading down to the basement. The basement was blocked off by a beaded curtain at the bottom of the steps. Turning to me she handed me the glass of tea and said.

“Now Jim, we are home and this is not a classroom, you may call me Maggie instead of Mrs. May.” I nodded, accepting the drink and stepping aside as she pushed the door closed behind me then turned and headed up the stairs to the living room. Halfway up the steps she turned and looked at me and said “This way please.”

“Yes ma’am.” I said and followed her up the steps, her ass swaying provocatively perfectly at eye level to me as I watched her climb the steps. I’m not even sure how I got from the landing to the top of the steps and then across into the living room. The next recollection I had was sitting in a chair opposite from the couch upon which Miss Maggie had draped herself. Her long stocking covered legs crossed. A glass of tea of her own held casually in one hand as she smiled at me.

“First of all Jim, thank you for coming to work on our lawn again, I’m afraid we’ve been keeping poor Michelle busy with other matters today. In fact, Penny commandeered her to help with some supplies and preparations for a… class… we will be instructing later this evening.” She told me as she ran one delicate finger around the wet rim of her glass. “Most people would not have been thoughtful enough to even bother to inquire about the front yard, you are a unique young man.” She smiled at me as she took that circling finger and brought it to her lips to draw the moisture off and into her mouth.

“Thank you Mrs. May… um… I mean Miss Maggie.” I stammered

“Please Jim, just Maggie will do, but thank you for being polite.” She beamed.

“I’m sorry but that’s just the way I was raised, it’s kind of ingrained in me.” I blushed again. “I was kind of hoping to see Michelle when I got here and saw her car, perhaps some other time.” I admitted, breaking eye contact knowing I was going to be blushing beet red again.

“Oh my, you are struck on young Michelle aren’t you dear?” Maggie smiled and chirped a chuckle of acknowledgment. “Are you telling me that you don’t have the young lady’s phone number?” She questioned.

I was sure I was ready to bolt, my head felt like my hair was on fire, I knew I was blushing. “Uh… no ma’am… I guess I didn’t think she would even consider me so I didn’t ask for it.” I admitted my temerity.

“Why Jim, are you really that bashful? My My My, how does a handsome, thoughtful young man like yourself end up so shy?” She asked teasingly as she reached and placed her glass on a coaster on the coffee table. Sitting back she brought her hands together interlacing her fingers into a steeple then touching her chin as if in thought, all the while studying me intensely.

“I… uh…” I began, darting my glance about the room perhaps subconsciously looking for an escape. “I’m just shy, and well… not very experienced I guess. I just get tongue tied and afraid to do anything to make myself look foolish or make a misstep if you know what I mean.” The last bit almost a whisper. I’m not even sure why I even revealed that information to this woman. I was fairly stunned that I even spoke about it out loud. Daring to glance up at Miss Maggie I saw a soft endearing glow in her eyes and a sweet understanding smile on her face.



“Jim, your honesty is worth more than you can even imagine. The fact that you told me what you just did shows that you have more maturity than most men your age. If you have a fault I would say that it is in your own confidence. I know for a fact that you are a very kind and thoughtful young man. One who is very observant up to a point, you don’t seem to notice when you are being observed yourself however.”

“Why would anyone be watching me?” I asked confused and wondering where Miss Maggie was going with this.

“See what I mean? You don’t even recognize your own appeal to other people, especially young ladies, one in particular I’m sure.” She hinted but didn’t go any further with her explanation. “Tell me Jim, do you remember trading typewriter machines with young Miss Michelle back in high school all those years ago?” She asked raising one eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am… but wh…” I began but Maggie cut me off.

“Jim, Michelle remembers that too. You don’t realize how that simple act of kindness made such an impression on that young lady. Last week after you left, Michelle spoke of it with Penny, and I, of course, corroborated as I was there if you recall. And that very same day last week, you helped her out with that dinosaur of a lawn mower we have, and you didn’t even consider it as noteworthy. I’m certain that if you were to say, ask for young Michelle’s phone number she would gladly give it to you. I also think that she would be delighted with your company if you were to ask.”

I sat there looking like I fool I’m sure, my mouth must have been hanging open, I don’t know I was just blown away. But then my shyness took control again and I piped up. “I don’t know, she probably wouldn’t be interested in me…” I began only to be cut off again by Miss Maggie.



“Oh My, Jim I see you are going to need some help with this shyness and confidence situation. I’ll tell you what… If someone were to offer you some instruction, some insight on the workings of the female mind and how girls think would you interested in learning about it?” Again that radiant smile and those piercing molten copper eyes locked onto my face, one eye brow arching up questioningly.



“Sure, I mean, I guess… but where would I go for that?” I asked still missing something here.

“Jim, if you are willing to learn, Penny and I would be happy to instruct you on the inner workings and mysteries of the female mind... among other things. Why don’t you think about it and give us an answer next week. You will come back next week to mow the yard won’t you?” She purred. I had the distinct impression that this was highly unusual but at the same time something I should give serious thought to.



“Yes ma’am, I’m sure Jules still needs some help, it seems that some of her help has left her short handed. Some of her friends have left for summer break. I told her that as long as I could fit it into my work schedule with Dom’s I could help her out all summer. Barring any need on the farm of course, I still have responsibilities with my Mom and Dad as long as I still live at home.” I said reviewing things in my mind.

“Wonderful.” Maggie said as she stood up beckoning a hand towards me. I stood up and placed my empty tea glass on the coffee table realizing I was being dismissed. I let Maggie lead me to the steps and towards the front door. I couldn’t help but feel a tingle in my hand from the warm touch of her hand in mine. “So you will consider my offer and tell us your answer next week then?” Maggie asked as I stepped out onto the front porch.



“Yes ma’a… Yes Miss Maggie.” I smiled sheepishly. Maggie’s hand gripped mine a bit tighter in acknowledgement before releasing it. She smiled brightly and said goodbye before she closed the door. I really don’t remember even walking to my pickup or driving off, I guess my mind was in a whirl going over everything that was said that afternoon. The next thing I know of I was coming out of the bathroom at Dom’s after washing up a bit and putting on my uniform before clocking in for my shift that night. I was closing again with Jules and an assistant manager that was helping out from another store. After the evening dinner rush and most of the other drivers had been checked out and sent home, and Jules and I were left to clean up and close the store, Jules started in on me. I was elbow deep in the three compartment sink washing prep trays and pans when Jules crowded up next to me and asked if I had learned anything today. Instantly I suspected that she had either spoken with Miss Penny or Miss Maggie, or maybe even Michelle and was dying to hear what I had to say.

“Jules… What do you mean?” I asked with a deadpan expression.

“Oh I don’t know, you must be doing something interesting with the teachers, I got a call from Penny this afternoon practically begging me to send you back next week to “mow” their yard.” She said looking at me out of the corners of her eyes as she rinsed pans after I washed them.



“They did? What did they say about Michelle?” DAMN! I just stuck my foot in my mouth and I knew it… NEVER EVER give Jules something juicy. Her huge grin said it all as she turned to look at me.

“Michelle huh? Why Jim, are you interested in that little piece of tail?” She chuckled. “Not that I can blame you though, she’s a cutie that’s for sure. I’d like to get into her panties sometime myself.” Oh my god! She just had to go there didn’t she?



“Yeah, you’d probably have more luck at that than I would.” I said dejectedly as I splashed soapy water onto the next pan to be washed

“Oh I don’t know about that, I heard she’s more than a little interested in you…” Jules teased knowing she was going to get me blushing.

“Really… Where did you hear that from?” I asked looking at her.

“I’m not saying.” She chuckled as she walked away looking back at me teasingly. UGH! WOMEN!

Later after we finished clean up and had locked up the store and were walking to the parking lot to get in our cars Jules pulled me up short grabbing me by my elbow.



“Jimbo… have you thought about the offer Maggie made to you this afternoon?” Jules asked in sober seriousness.

“Jules? Just how much do you talk with those ladies anyway?” I asked a little put off that she would be privy to such a private conversation.

Laughing at me she went on “Oh buddy, you really are naïve aren’t you? Women talk! You’d be surprised how much we share. Seriously though have you thought about the offer?” She asked as she leaned back against the fender of her car and crossed her arms awaiting an answer.

“I don’t know. I’m not really sure what exactly Miss Maggie was even talking about. I’ve never heard of any kind of class like that other than some sort of psychology courses at the university.” I said as I myself leaned back against the side of my truck and shrugged.



“Well if I could tell you to do it I would, I can strongly suggest it would be a good idea though. These two ladies don’t often take on private classes like this, at least not with guys anyway.” Jules added cryptically. What the hell does that mean?

“I might give it a shot. I really am clueless about girls most of the time. Maybe I will learn something.” I said and shrugged again and stood up straight getting ready to get into my truck. Jules smiled like I’d just told her the best news she’d heard all day. She straightened up and did something that stunned me, she stepped into me and hugged me tight and whispered in my ear. “You will not regret it Jim, have fun.” She said have fun? What the hell was that supposed to mean? I drove home trying to figure that one out.

For most of the next week I kept busy between chores on the farm and working at Dom’s and a few other side jobs like hauling trash and cleaning gutters, even trimmed hedges for a friend of the family who was unable to physically do it anymore. While my bank account wasn’t in any danger of getting too big I was putting a little aside for a rainy day I guess. I did bank a good amount of time in idle thought about Jules’ cryptic suggestion concerning the “teachers” as she called them, Miss Maggie and Miss Penny. There was a fair amount of daydreaming as well about Michelle, and the more I thought about her the more I thought about the offer that Miss Maggie put to me about learning how girls, women think. I’m not sure exactly when I decided, or at least admitted that I was going to accept but I had in fact decided to take the teachers up on their offer. Saturday was fast approaching.



As I pulled up to the house that Saturday morning I saw Michelle nearly finished with the front yard. As I unloaded my mower and gas can and began pushing towards the back yard she looked up and saw me and smiled brightly and waved but continued mowing. I waved back and headed around the garage. I fired up my mower and began work on the back yard As I rounded the side and began on the back I saw Miss Penny as she was stepping back into the house. Again she was dressed in a silky robe or cover up that barely came to her knee and though it was just glimpse I could have sworn the robe was open and I saw a flash of a hip and the side of a breast as she smiled and waved to me. Wow! Shaking my head I continued working. The closer I got to finishing up however the more butterflies I got in my stomach. I was excited about the chance to understand better but my shyness was competing for my nerve. Eventually it came time to face the music so to speak. As I neared the patio pushing my mower towards the side of the garage, Miss Penny appeared again at the back door. I paused and she opened the storm door and said.

“Jim darling, please come to the front door after you load your equipment into your truck.” While her robe was pulled closed at this time her smile was soft and inviting.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be there in a moment.” I replied smiling shyly.

When I got to the front of the house I noticed that the yard had been finished and Michelle and her car were gone. Crap! “Oh well, another time perhaps.” I thought to myself. Loading my mower into my pickup, I then proceeded to the front door and rang the bell. In moments the door opened and I was greeted by Miss Maggie in a simple dark blue dressing gown wearing white stockings and a warm smile.



“Come in Jim, please.” Stepping aside for me to enter the house, she closed the door behind me and motioned for me to follow her upstairs. Again I had a wonderful eye level view of her robe covered backside. At the top of the stairs she led me into the kitchen and asked me to have a seat at the table. Miss Penny was sitting on the other side of the table pouring a glass of tea which she handed to me after I sat down. Miss Maggie sat in the other chair on the other side of the table beside Miss Penny. Miss Penny was still wearing the same robe I saw earlier but now it was drawn closed, she still had that same smile however, and a twinkle in her eyes.

“Tell us Jim, darling, did you think about our offer of lessons?” Miss Maggie asked propping her right elbow on the table top and resting her chin on the tips of her manicured fingers. Miss Penny sat with her hands crossed resting on the table top, both ladies looking intently into my face expectantly.

“Honestly ma’am, I am very interested in learning everything I can but I don’t have very much money and I’m not sure if I can afford to pay you for your classes, and I don’t even know what you would charge…” I trailed off unsure how to ask exactly how much they would be asking for. The looks of surprise that appeared on both of their faces made me think that perhaps I had offended them until they looked at one another and both smiled and began chuckling.



“Oh Jim, you are a gem indeed!” Miss Penny smiled sweetly and wiped a tear away from her right eye. Miss Maggie, smiling as well shook her head and added. “Jim darling, we will not charge you anything for our knowledge, all we ask is that you apply yourself and give us your undivided attention when you are with us. Either of us individually or together, and to be discreet about what you learn when you are done. We are very private, perhaps a little unconventional, but we do have rules that you will have to adhere to. That said, if you think you might be able to agree to those terms, do you want to be one of our special students?” She said glancing at Miss Penny for confirmation, then back to me awaiting my answer. Looking from one beautiful face to the other I heard Jules’ whispered words in my mind. “You will not regret it Jim, have fun.”

“Yes ma’am. That is a price I can afford. I will give you my best effort as I really do want to learn.” I answered with a sheepish grin. “Are there particular times or days? I will have to work around my work schedule if that’s not a problem with you ladies.”

“It’s agreed then, as for when you start, you already have Jim, you just weren’t aware of it until now.” Miss Penny said smiling. Sitting up straighter and glancing at Miss Maggie she went on… “Now, let’s get some rules established and understood before we go any further.” When I nodded, in agreement she continued. “Firstly, this is our home, as such we will dress as we feel comfortable. You will have to be able to deal with it. Secondly, neither Maggie nor I wish to be addressed as “ma’am”. We understand that that is how you were brought up and it is only you being polite but all the same, you will address us as Maggie or Penny. Is that understood and agreed upon?” she asked me raising one eyebrow in question.

“Yes ma’… Miss Penny.” I caught myself. “I will honestly try but I am as likely to slip out of habit as not.” I replied.

“Well a slip is to be expected I suppose but you will be corrected accordingly and too many times might warrant a reprimand or even a punishment of sorts.” She smiled and winked at Maggie who was also smiling. “Now Jim, we understand that you have been hard at work and it’s hot out today. Now that your labor is finished however we will expect you to be cleaned and well groomed in our presence, do you have a change of clothes perhaps for your job at Dom’s Pizza this evening?” She asked bluntly with a deadpan expression on her face.

“I, uh… I have my uniform in the truck ma’… Miss Penny, I usually wash up in the restroom at the shop and change into my uniform before my shift.” I admitted.



“From today forward, you will bring at least one change of clean clothes with you each time you come to this house be it for yard work or for your lessons. Also, you will need to bring a toothbrush and a razor for personal grooming, you can leave those here in the bathroom, if you like we can give you some place to keep some clothes as well.” Penny added. Miss Maggie picked up a pen and began writing something onto a blank business card. Setting the pen aside she handed me the card, written upon it was a phone number.

“Jim darling, with the exception of Saturday mornings when you come to mow the yard, please call this number anytime you have a free hour or more to spend on your lessons. Do not come to the house otherwise without calling first unless we have asked you to do so. We do have other students after all.”



“Yes ma’am… I’m sorry… yes Miss Maggie.” I nodded blushing. She smiled and went on…



“Jim, your manners are commendable so we will keep that in mind. Now, are you busy tomorrow?” Maggie asked glancing at Penny then back to me.

“I work the dinner rush at Dom’s but I don’t have to be at the shop until four thirty. “ I said.

“Good, if you will, please be here tomorrow morning at nine. Bring your toiletries and a change of clothes.” She and Penny then stood up, I took that as my cue to stand as well feeling I was being dismissed for the day. I was escorted to the front door and before opening the door Miss Penny wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug, pressing her barely covered considerable breasts against my chest then still holding me leaned back to look me in the eye and winked and smiled mischievously. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Then Miss Maggie stepped up to me and brushed the fingers of her right hand along the side of my face then moved it to my shoulder turning me towards the door. “Nine o’clock tomorrow, don’t be late.” She reminded me. Not sure what if anything to say I simply nodded and turned to walk to my truck. That evening after the dinner rush, since I didn’t have to close, I went home to the farm lost in thought during the entire drive. I told my mom and dad that I had signed up for some independent tutoring for some classes I was to take this coming semester. They were happy that I was taking my studies so seriously and encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunity. Of course I didn’t go into too much detail as to what the tutoring was for. I’m not sure I could have explained it really. As far as they knew it was a primer for psychology 101.

Sunday morning I grabbed a couple of shirts, and a pair of jeans, some socks and a couple of pairs of briefs, along with a razor and a toothbrush, and stuffed it all into a book bag. After feeding and watering the animals I headed to town and to my first lesson with Miss Penny and Miss Maggie. The whole drive to town I was lost in thought wondering just what I had gotten myself in to. After parking on the street I grabbed my book bag and walked to the front door, my stomach in knots and it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. At the door I stood for a few moments and asked myself if I really wanted to do this, finally I reached out my finger and pushed the doorbell button.

It may have been a few moments really but it seemed like forever before the inner door opened and there stood Miss Penny. Those bright blue eyes were sparkling, that infectious smile just beaming. She wore yet another silk robe that clung to every curve of her body and was certainly leaving nothing to the imagination as to exactly where her nipples were on her ample bosom. She pushed open the storm door and ushered me inside.

“Jim, darling, it’s so nice to see you. Please, come in.” Once inside she closed the door and asked me to follow her upstairs. She noted that I had my book bag and asked if it had my change of clothes and toiletries. I told her I did and she pointed me to the bathroom down the hall from the kitchen. “You can put your toiletries in the medicine cabinet in this bathroom and then we will put your clothes in the guest room.” She lead the way to the bathroom and then to the guestroom where she pointed out a small dresser standing next to the closet door. The room was Spartan to say the least, a simple dresser, a small desk and chair and a double bed. “There are linens and towels in the closet on shelves and some hangers if you need to hang any garments.

”

I pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and it was empty so I put what few pieces of clothing I had with me in that one drawer along with the now empty book bag. Afterwards Miss Penny led me back down the hall to the living room.

“Now Jim, darling, are you ready to begin your first lesson?” She asked smiling coyly.



“Ma’… I mean, yes Miss Penny. That’s why I’m here. What would you have me do?” I asked taking a deep breath wondering what was to come.

“Then we will begin. Please have a seat on the couch there and wait till I come for you.” She gestured to the couch with her lovely manicured hand with the blood red nail polish gleaming as if it were actually still wet. I walked to the couch and sat nervously on the edge of the seat and waited. Miss Penny walked down the hallway and vanished into one of the bedrooms further past the guest room she showed me earlier. I heard the door close softly. I heard the air conditioner or blower kick on. I heard a noisy car drive past the house out front. I heard one of the neighbors fire up their lawnmower and begin mowing their yard. I heard the grandfather clock at the other end of the couch tick tock tick tock tick tock.

I first looked at my watch maybe after sitting for about five minutes. The next time I looked at my watch it was nearly twenty minutes later. “What the hell?”I thought…”Has she forgotten that I’m here?” I wondered. I was startled a few minutes later when the grandfather clock struck the hour. Looking up I saw that it was now ten o’clock in the morning. Still I heard the tick tock tick tock tick tock… I was fidgeting. I kept leaning back to look down the hallway and see if anyone was coming. I looked around the room studying the decorations and furniture. The knick knacks in a curio cabinet, silk flowers in an arrangement on the coffee table. Oil paintings of impressionist renditions of tall thin ladies in long elegant gowns and big floppy hats with long cigarette holders walking with furs and men in tuxedos… Geisha’s in full white paint and ornate kimonos. I’m sure it all meant something to someone but to me they were just idle curiosities at best. From one of the bedrooms down the hallway I heard what I thought was giggling, then a slap. And still I waited. “Really?” I thought. “I thought I was supposed to learn something here. Is this a joke or something?” I was starting to get a little pissed now.

I’m normally a pretty patient guy but this was starting to annoy me. Give me something to do and I’ll do it. Give me something to study and I will. But just waiting around for who knows what? I drummed my fingers on my knees. Ten fifteen… Ten Twenty… Ten thirty… Ten forty… I was just about ready to stand up and let myself out of the house but then I heard a door open down the hallway. I didn’t lean back to look this time but sat up a little straighter and tried to compose myself. Moments later I heard the door to the bathroom close and the faucet in the sink turn on briefly then turn off again. Silence… then the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing. Again the faucet in the sink ran… and stopped. Then the door opened and I heard whispering footsteps treading on the carpet then stopped at the kitchen doorway. I looked up and it was Miss Maggie. She stood there in a shiny blood red robe trimmed in black with a black sash belt tied about her waist. Her raven dark hair contrasting with the red of the robe and the pale white of her skin as she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. She cocked her head slightly to one side and looked down the hallway then back at me and smiled before she proceeded into the kitchen.

Again I just sat there. I was a little bit put off but a whole LOT getting pissed that I was still sitting and waiting for who knows what to begin. Looking at my watch I realized that I’d been sitting on the couch waiting for Miss Penny to come back for an hour and forty five minutes at this point. I could hear what sounded like water being run into a kettle in the kitchen and a cabinet opening and a drawer being pulled open with the clinking of silverware. The sound of a spoon in a porcelain cup is unmistakable. Once more I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself and thought that I would wait five more minutes at which point I would have to ask for an answer from someone or just excuse myself and leave. At the three minute mark I heard another door down the hallway open up and soft foot falls on the carpet leading towards the living room and kitchen.



I looked up when the soft footfalls stopped at the entry way to the kitchen. There stood Miss Penny with her arms crossed over her ample breast in that same thin robe. Her head turned slightly towards the kitchen but she was looking sidelong at me with one eyebrow raised and a thin smile on her face. In a moment she was joined by Miss Maggie who handed her a steaming mug of something with the spoon still in it. Miss Penny nodded to Miss Maggie and went on into the kitchen. Miss Maggie smiled at me and walked over and sat down next to me on the couch.

“You passed your first exam.” She smiled and patted me on my right knee.



“Exam?” I asked dumbfounded. “What exam?”

“Jim, what did Penny say when she had you take a seat on the couch?” She asked me smiling sweetly but those coppery orbs burned a hole in me forcing me to give all my attention to her.

I looked at her as if I were missing something… “She asked me to have a seat here on the couch, and wait for her to come for me… I thought she was going to give me something to study or some task to perform or… I don’t know…” I trailed off, confusion evident in my reply.

“Precisely… you were to wait for her here on the couch until she came for you. Did she say how long she would be?” Maggie asked those dark eyebrows hiking up towards her hairline in silent questioning.

“No ma’am… No Miss Maggie, she didn’t.” I admitted.



“So what was the purpose of having you wait?” she nudged verbally.

“She wanted to see if I would obey her direction?” I offered, and then thought better of it and it was like a light bulb went on over my head and I smiled sheepishly for the first time in nearly two hours. “She was testing my patience.” I looked up into those coppery eyes of Maggie’s to see them gleaming with something akin to pride or joy I’m not sure which. She smiled brightly and patted my knee again before standing up. She offered her hand and had me rise up off the couch and led me to the kitchen where Miss Penny was sitting with her chair skewed to the kitchen table, her right elbow resting on the table top with a folded newspaper in her right hand and her coffee or tea cup in her left hand as she sipped from it. Her right leg crossed over her left with her silk booty’d foot twitching idly and she glanced over the rim of her cup and winked at me. Miss Maggie had me sit at the end of the table between Penny and herself across the table.



“Would you like some tea Jim?” Maggie asked as she sat down.



“No ma’am…” I hung my head and sighed. “I mean No Miss Maggie, thank you.” I looked at Penny as she chuckled a bit. I had my hands clasped together in front of me on the table top, mostly to keep myself from fidgeting. Maggie reached out and covered my hands softly with her right hand. The long elegant fingers tapering down to shiny polished nails the same blood red color as Miss Penny’s.



“Are you upset with Penny Jim?” Maggie glanced again at Penny.

“No, I guess not…” I voiced softly but trailed off not knowing exactly what to say. I was still a bit ticked off but realized now that I was being tested.

“Well darling, what she did was a bit rude, if it were anything but a lesson. It was a lesson however and we need to talk about it.” Maggie smiled and nodded to Penny.

“Jim darling, do you know why I had you sit and wait on the couch for me?” Penny asked softly and smiled sweetly over the brim of her cup before she took another sip waiting on my answer.

“I don’t know for certain, but I get the feeling you were testing my patience, or that and to see if I could follow instructions.” I offered meekly looking down at my hands. A delicate hand tipped with blood red glossy nails slipped softly over mine, I looked up following up the arm to Miss Penny’s smiling face.

“Jim, it was a test, and you passed marvelously. You have demonstrated that you do have patience, much more than many young men your age, and you also showed me, us…” she glanced at Maggie before continuing. “That you do follow instructions. I’m sorry if I we upset you but we had to gauge your willingness to learn. I’m afraid that you will find, if you choose to continue with our lessons, that you will be tried and tested frequently. You will question our methods and perhaps our intent. Now, one more important question before we go any further.” Penny looked again to Maggie as if to cue her to continue.

“Jim, darling, we offered to instruct you and teach you about how girls think, and to work on your self confidence. To do this we will need two things from you, first, your trust. Do you think you can trust Penny and I?” Maggie asked looking me dead in the eyes awaiting my honest response. I felt like time suddenly stopped. So many questions and thoughts racing through my mind but in the end the overwhelming desire to understand outweighed even my own uncertainty.

“Yes ma’am, I trust you, both.” I nodded and I felt Penny’s hand grip the two of mine, so I glanced at her as well and found her smiling brightly with those bright blue eyes filled with delight. Then I paused remembering that Maggie just spoke of two conditions. “But… what was the other thing you needed from me?” I asked hesitantly looking from one to the other. Maggie spoke up.

“The other thing is your discretion Jim. The “lessons” we offer to our students, like you, are private and would be embarrassing for our students and possibly for us as well should it become common knowledge. And we have our jobs to consider, or at least Penny does. I’m retired now, but we must maintain our privacy.” Maggie spoke studying my face intently to see if I understood what she was saying. I held her gaze and told her I did understand what she meant, at least about being discrete. As for understanding what the need for that discretion might imply I was as yet clueless.

“Oh that is wonderful Jim! I just knew that you would be a good student. I had a feeling about you when I first met you, and everything I’ve learned about you so far has only reinforced that impression. Now, I have an assignment for you. Call it homework if you will.” Penny gushed and then looked across the table at Maggie for a silent confirmation before continuing. “We both realize that you are very shy by nature and we need to get you past that. We also know that you are very observant so this will not be too much of a stretch for you we think. Your assignment until we see you again will be to practice looking into peoples’ eyes when you speak with them. By people of course I mean women, girls. Make eye contact and hold it for as long as you speak with them or they with you. The old saying that “the eyes are the windows to the soul” is not just a figure of speech. You will learn that people will listen to you and will trust you more when you show an interest and respect. They will not even realize that they are doing it either, it’s an instinctual very basic response. Observe how they react with you doing this. We will discuss this the next time we see you.”

With that Penny uncrossed her legs and stood up from her seat and with her hand drew me to stand as well. Maggie stood up and they both took me by my elbows and walked me to the front door. Penny gave me a peck on the cheek and Maggie squeezed my hand and said.

“Jim darling, remember to call first if you have an hour or so this week. If not we will see you Saturday?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes ma… Maggie, I will both remember and look forward to Saturday.” Smiling sheepishly as I made my leave and headed to my truck. I don’t remember the drive to work at Dom’s but I do remember coming into the store and getting some puzzled looks from the crew on shift as I was a little bit early for my shift. I went ahead and changed into my uniform and then sat down in the back room with one of my psychology text books from my class I had scheduled for this upcoming semester. Finding a chapter on “personal space” I read and found that it echoed some of the things that Miss Penny had spoke of earlier that day. That made me feel good in a way and I decided to apply myself to my “assignment”



I found that although it was difficult for me to get past my natural shyness it was possible for me to actually make and hold eye contact more and more with practice. I also noted that conversations I had seemed to become more meaningful as well. Thanks to Miss Penny, and Miss Maggie’s “assignment” I had an epiphany of sorts. I found that I could learn a great deal by watching peoples’ eyes when I spoke with them. Much like body language, little tells and cues could give different meanings to the words spoken.



That Thursday morning I had been scheduled to open at Dom’s for the lunch business but when I arrived at the shop at 10:30 I found that someone had over scheduled and we had too many people for what was needed. I volunteered to take off after I was told that I could pick up a few hours later in the day for the dinner rush. Suddenly with the morning and early afternoon free I thought that I should call the ladies and see about coming by for my next lesson. I called the number that Maggie had given me and waited for someone to pick up. When Maggie answered I explained that I had found myself free for several hours and remembered that she had told me to call ahead if I wanted to stop by to continue my lessons. She thanked me for being thoughtful and told me to come on to the house. When I drove up to the front of their house I saw that Michelle’s car was parked out front as well. My stomach got that familiar feeling of butterflies as I walked to the front door and rang the door bell. When the door opened I was greeted with a site that made me pause. I guess I had become accustomed to seeing the ladies in their robes and little else, but there before me stood Miss Penny completely dressed. I took it all in from head to toe. Penny wore a conservative jacket of some sort of wool blend, neutral colored plaid over a white button down blouse, with a below the knee skirt that matched the jacket, White stockings with some sensible low heeled shoes. She looked every inch a school teacher or maybe a librarian as her half frame reading glasses hung from a beaded necklace around her neck.



“Jim darling! How wonderful to see you! Please come in.” Penny said as she opened the door and ushered me into the house. “I’m afraid I’m with another student at the present but if you will have a seat on the couch Maggie will be along in a moment.” Penny explained as she guided me towards the stairs going up to the living room level. She smiled and turned to go downstairs and through the beaded curtain. Despite my curiosity about what was behind the beaded curtain I climbed the stairs and found a seat on the couch. In a few moments I heard the door to the garage in the kitchen open and someone enter. I also heard what sounded like paper bags being set on the table. About the same time I heard one of the bedroom doors down the hallway open and soft steps on the carpet treading towards the living room. Another surprising sight was beheld, Maggie, like Penny was fully dressed for a change although in a much more familiar outfit to my recollection. Maggie looked much as I remembered her from typing class years ago, a rather unremarkable skirt suit, a dark twill skirt with a lavender button down blouse with her dark stockings and conservative shoes. Her raven dark hair pulled into a tight bun pinned atop her head, her horn rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose seemed to add to the attraction of her molten amber or copper colored eyes. Dark plum lipstick just barely highlighting her wide thin lips but her face lit up as she smiled. Upon seeing her I stood up, automatic response on my part I guess. Seeing this Maggie smiled even more brightly then leaned into the doorway to the kitchen and spoke softly then walked towards me. I had the feeling, as I always did in the company of either Maggie or Penny that I was being scrutinized, studied, and evaluated.



“Forgive me Jim, I’m just wrapping up a session, I won’t be but a moment longer.” She spoke softly to me before turning towards the kitchen doorway again only to stop short as Michelle stepped through the doorway and stopped upon seeing me standing there.



“Jim… Hi…” Michelle said as she smiled at me then glanced towards Maggie as if looking for a cue or direction.

“Michelle dear, thank you darling I believe that Penny is ready for you downstairs. You will be here Saturday of course won’t you?” Maggie said stepping forward and taking one of Michelle’s hands in both of hers.

“Of course Maggie, and thank you again. I’ll go downstairs now.” Michelle said smiling and then looked to me and added. “Good to see you again Jim. See you Saturday?” She asked more as a confirmation than a question. I smiled and merely nodded with my eyes locked to hers. I could have sworn I saw a sparkle there before she turned away and headed down the short stairs to the front door and then on to the lower level.



“Come with me Jim, darling, let’s go out and sit on the patio.” Maggie said as she reached for and took my right hand and led me through the kitchen to the back door. It was a clear sunny day but it wasn’t hot because of a light breeze blowing. As we approached the glass topped table I pulled out a chair for Maggie and was greeted with a gracious nod and a smile. I then took a seat near Maggie as she directed instead of across the table from her. And with that, class began. Maggie asked me if I had been practicing my eye contact and if I had made any observations. I explained about my discovering that I could begin to read people’s emotions in their eyes and get deeper meaning in their words as a result. All the while of course I was keeping eye contact with Maggie, forcing myself not to look away even as much of my nature wanted to out of shyness. We must have talked for nearly an hour before there was a pause. Maggie studied me, looking into my eye intently before asking.

“Jim, what is it that you feel when you try to talk to a girl that you fancy?” Her eyes searched mine.

“I don’t know, I guess I just feel like I don’t know what to say. I’m afraid I’ll make a fool of myself or say something embarrassing or stupid…” I trailed off and looked away.

Maggie reached out with her right hand and took my chin turning my head back to look at her and said. “You are afraid? Jim darling, those girls feel the same way. They fear that they are not pretty enough or smart enough or they might say something embarrassing or stupid.” She smiled and let that sink in to my brain. “And, they get frustrated as much with themselves as with the boys who don’t or can’t engage them in conversation.”

“So you’re saying they are insecure?” I asked looking at Maggie as if she had just grown a second head on her shoulders.

“Darling, everyone has insecurities, some hide them better than others. You’ll find the boldest seeming ones are really the most insecure. Look into their eyes, open yourself up to them. The more open you are with a woman the more she will like you. A little shyness is sweet, it shows that you are vulnerable as well.” Maggie went on. “But to win her over you must open up. Speak to her, compliment her on her clothing or hairstyle or her eyes and smile. Tell her how it makes you feel. I think you will find that talking with girls is far easier than you have made it out to be.” Maggie smiled again and nodded her head when she saw that I understood. “And, darling, sometimes saying less is more. A simple smile can speak volumes. A touch can convey more than words can explain. I know you have that in you, I’ve seen it myself, you are a natural just trust your instincts. You darling, don’t trust yourself and that is mostly from lack of experience I think. Tell me Jim. How many girls have you kissed? Don’t be shy, this isn’t a test.” Maggie patted my hand that rested on the arm of the chair I was sitting in.

“Miss Maggie… I… uh…” I know I was blushing so bad my face was on fire but even so I was able to maintain eye contact with her as I tried to count in my head. I swallowed even though my mouth was suddenly dry then croaked out... “Uh… Five.”



Maggie sat back in her chair as her eyebrows both rose in surprise as she brought her left hand to her lips as she contemplated my response. “Oh dear… So few? I would have thought you had kissed dozens by now. No matter…” She said as her smile reappeared and her eyebrows returned to normal. “Of those… five ladies… did you get any complaints?” Maggie asked, one eyebrow arching quizzically above her half lidded copper colored eyes. I thought my head would spontaneously combust I was so red.

“N… n… no ma’am… I mean Maggie.” I stumbled flustered at such a private line of questioning. “At least none that I’m aware of.”

Sitting forward on the edge of her chair Maggie put her hand atop mine and looked deeply into my eyes and asked. “Jim, you do trust me don’t you?” she slowly ran her hand up my forearm to my elbow then on up to my shoulder. I felt as if I were suddenly glued to the chair. I couldn’t move if I wanted to but somehow I managed to nod. Maggie leaned closer the buttons of her blouse bumping over my forearm on the arm of the chair as she brought her face closer to my own. I’m sure I must have looked like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car, I was frozen in my seat as Maggie’s face got closer and closer to mine. Her head tipping ever so slightly to one side so that our noses barely brushed one another and her lips lightly touched mine and it was if time paused. The electric thrill that ran through me should have been enough to knock me down but amazingly I was still sitting in place. Those coppery amber eyes half closed looked deeply into my gaze so close the two eyes almost looked to be a single eye. The softness of her lips on mine is nearly impossible to describe even to this day but it was magical. At some point my paralysis must have eased up because my own lips began to respond to the soft wet touch being applied to them. After what seemed a lifetime Maggie pulled back a bit and the one eye became two, her gaze almost dreamlike still held me pinned to my seat. Then I noticed something that would puzzle me for the rest of my life… no… not puzzle me, but rather make me marvel, Maggie was blushing.

“Well… Jim… darling, I think we can say that there is nothing at all wrong with how you kiss.” She cleared her throat with a discrete “ahem” then sat back in her own chair and busied her hands tugging at her blouse as if to straighten it. Meanwhile I just sat there my head whirling, watching her face. Finally she had composed herself and looked back into my eyes and I swear I could have seen gears turning as she thought about what she was about to say… or perhaps do… I’m not sure.

“Jim, that was… lovely… really. However, I think that with some practice we, you, can improve upon that. After all, there are so many different ways to kiss. It will also help you to get over some of this shyness I think as it will undoubtedly improve your self confidence with time and… practice.” Maggie added with a thin smile, her coppery eyes twinkling as her left hand once again reached out and settled upon my right hand resting on the arm of my chair. “I will, as will Penny… assist you, with your studies on this matter. I feel I must warn you however, Penny can be… well… enthusiastic at times. I’m sure you will find this out for yourself. Now, I trust you will continue to be discrete with this line of study as with your other lessons as we have agreed. Inside the walls of our home, you can relax but if there are other students or guests please use your better judgment. Now, for your assignment until your next session, I want you to practice being bold. By that I mean learning how and when to reach out and touch the women you speak with. Experiment with it, observe how they react. We will discuss your findings the next time we meet. Come, I will walk you to the door.”

Standing up and placing her hand into my elbow we walked to the back door that I opened for her. Maggie gave me an endearing smile and we continued to the short stairs leading down to the landing at the front door. Just as I was opening the front door I heard the beaded curtain at the bottom of the basement stairs rattle and glancing back I saw Penny smiling up at me as she climbed the stairs up to the landing. A look passed between Maggie and herself and Maggie leaned over and whispered into Penny’s ear. Penny drew back and looked at Maggie questioningly who smiled and nodded. Penny’s smile grew mischievous as she looked intently into my eyes. She took an arm in each of her hands and leaned into me quickly and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Again I was stunned into immobility.

Pulling back Penny looked me in the face with her brows knitted before saying. “Oh now that will just not do, it will not do at all.” And she leaned back in for another kiss this one pressing though still softly it was much bolder and I was a bit startled when I felt her tongue dart between my lips and flirtatiously seek out my own. The look of surprise on my face must have been priceless as Penny pulled back smiling wickedly and glanced at Maggie who was also smiling knowingly. Then over Penny’s shoulder I noticed Michelle standing at the bottom of the steps looking up at the landing with an unreadable expression on her face. I blushed knowing that she could not have helped but to see Penny molesting my lips moments before. Glancing back to Penny I noticed that she was blushing a bit as she ushered me out the door. “We’ll see you Saturday Jim?” she asked. I merely nodded and turned and walked to my truck in a fog.

I still to this day do not remember the drive from there to Dom’s that afternoon. I must have still been in a fog when I walked into the shop and to the back to get ready for work. Jules passed me on her way back in from a delivery and swatted me in the back with her empty pizza hot bag. “Hey Jim!” She said by way of hello as she checked out the next deliveries waiting on the ready station. At some point I must have washed my face and hands and changed into my uniform in the bathroom because my next conscious thought was counting my “bank” that we are given to make change with on our deliveries. The dinner rush was not long that night and before long it was just down to those of us closing. As we cleaned up the shop Jules started in on me about my being lost in thought.

“Hey buddy… why so pensive tonight?” She asked as she hauled another load of pans and screens to the sink to be washed.

“Just a lot on my mind Jules…” I said distractedly as I scrubbed another pan.

“Must be a girl, you still sweet on Michelle?” Jules asked as she elbowed me in the ribs before heading back to the front of the shop with the mop and bucket. I must have blushed because she just chuckled and smiled at me. Once I had everything washed, rinsed and sanitized, I was draining the sinks and wiping down the prep area as Jules mopped her way around the desk and into the back room. I helped her pick up the mop bucket full of dirty water and pour it out in the mop sink. As she rinsed out the mop bucket she picked up where she left off earlier… “So is it… Michelle… that you’re thinking of?” She grinned looking at me waiting for a response. Instead of saying anything I thought back to what Maggie had told me earlier that day, I simply looked Jules in the eye and smiled then turned away to get ready to leave. A few minutes later, out in the parking lot as we were headed to our cars to go home, Jules grabbed my arm and said. “Hey, no so fast… come on now, dish.”

“Nothing to tell Jules, I’ve only spoken with her a couple of times in passing over the last couple of weeks, she probably doesn’t even know I exist.” I admitted with a shrug.

“Oh Ho Ho! She knows you exist! She gave me the third degree the other night when I dropped off Sam.” Jules told me. Sam? Who’s this Sam guy I thought? Looking at Jules with the question on my lips she must have anticipated my question because she went on.

“Sam, Samantha, my… uh… friend. She’s Michelle’s roommate.” She grinned, then added “Michelle wanted to know about you. How long I’ve known you, if you were seeing anyone, she even asked if I knew your phone number. I’m telling you Jim that girl KNOWS you exist. I think she’s more than interested in you.” That shit eating half smirk half grin spread on her face as one eyebrow arched to her hairline questioningly.

I was stunned… yet again! I felt my stomach flip or maybe it was my heart, I’m not sure. Without even thinking about it I reached out and gave Jules a hug. She stiffened with alarm at first, then her stance softened a bit as I was letting go suddenly embarrassed by my own outburst. “S... sorry Jules.” I spoke bashfully knowing I was blushing bright enough to glow. Jules just chuckled and swatted me on the shoulder before opening her car door and climbing in. Looking up at me as she rolled down her window she smiled at me and winked as she drove away. I thought about what Jules had said and suddenly I was floating on clouds as I climbed into my pickup and headed off for my drive home to the farm. At some point it dawned on me that what Jules told me had happened before this afternoon. As suddenly as I had lifted off into the clouds I came crashing back down and I had a sinking feeling in my gut. Michelle had seen Penny and I kissing. What would she think of that? She probably despises me now. Great! That just SUCKS! Damn it!

I was in a foul mood all the next day, my mom even asked me if there was something troubling me but I didn’t explain it. I went about my chores and a few odd jobs I had to do on the farm before cleaning up and heading to town to work Dom’s that evening. Despite my feeling down and all I still had the presence of mind to do my “homework assignment” from Maggie. I practiced eye contact and making conversation to every girl I ran into even if it was to simply say hello in passing. With the ladies at Dom’s, my manager and trainees, fellow drivers, I tried to use touch as well. I bumped elbows, touched shoulders, nothing aggressive or “forward”, just casual acknowledgement, familiarity. Apparently it was so unusual for my behavior that most seemed to notice but none objected, and most smiled more frequently. Conversations came easily along the lines of work and the like. I even noticed a few sidelong glances when they thought I didn’t see them. Every time I started to like that feeling though I remembered Michelle and kissing Penny and the blues would set in again. Later that evening as I was being cashed out to go home since I wasn’t scheduled to close that night, Jules tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was still mowing the teachers’ yard tomorrow. I told her yeah I’d be there. She smiled and walked away while saying “So will Michelle…” Oh Crap! Well, I guess I’ll find out whether she hates my guts now or what.



The next morning I was up early to do the chores on the farm before I headed to town to mow lawns and attend my “tutoring lessons”. When I arrived at the teachers’ house Michelle was already there and she was halfway finished with mowing the front yard. She saw me drive up but didn’t acknowledge my presence. I unloaded my mower and with my head down I pushed on to the side of the garage and started up my mower. It was going to be a hot day today, I was already sweating but that may have been from my disappointment and angst over Michelle and her seeming dismissal of me. Oh well, I thought, I probably didn’t stand a chance with her anyway. As I rounded the side yard and into the back yard I saw Maggie and Penney once again sunbathing. Both lying on their fronts again, with their tops loose and hanging from their loungers. Both raised their heads from their folded arms and looked my way and smiled. Penny raised her right hand and waved with her fingers and lay back down to continue sun bathing. She turned her head towards Maggie and I suspect they were conversing but I went on about my mowing. I was halfway finished with the back yard when I saw that Penny was waving an arm to get my attention. When she saw that I had noticed she beckoned me over to the patio. I shut down my mower and walked over wiping the sweat from my brow.



“Yes Miss Penny? How can I help you?” I asked.

“Jim darling I know you’re busy but could you be a dear and put some lotion on my back?” She smiled innocently at me with a sparkle in those light blue eyes.

“Me too, if you will?” Maggie spoke up.

Holy Cow! First kissing, now they want me to rub down their nearly naked bodies? I was floored. But like any red blooded male I jumped at the chance.

“Sh… sh… sure. I can do that.” I stumbled out.

I took a knee next to Penny as she was the closest and she handed me a bottle of suntan lotion. The smell of coconut oil overwhelmed even the scent of the fresh cut grass. Where to begin? I squirted out a bit of lotion onto Penny’s right shoulder blade and she jumped and giggled saying it was cold. I reached out with what I hope was not too noticeably trembling hands and began to push around the puddle of lotion on her back rubbing it into the skin. It was soon necessary to apply more lotion. I got all of her shoulder blades and shoulders. Penny began mewing and making soft moaning sounds of appreciation. Drawing her arms out from under her head and holding them back she implied that I should spread lotion on them as well. I worked each arm all the way down to her fine delicate manicured fingers, her nail polish a soft pink almost a nude color. When I had finished both hands, Penny wiggled her waist and said.

“Jim, please get all of me, I don’t want to get a sunburn now do I?” I heard Maggie harrumph softly then chuckle just as softly. I squirted more lotion on the small of Penny’s back and began running my hands down her sides and massaging the lotion into her skin. I ran right up to the top of her bikini bottom and halted. I could have sworn I heard Penny sigh but it may have been my imagination.

I had to stand up and reposition myself closer to the foot of the lounger to be able to put lotion on the backs of her legs. I started with her feet this time. Penny had her ever present silk slippers on her feet so I began with her ankles. I got first the right leg up to the back of her knee, then the left leg up to that knee, then re positioned myself again. Another squirt of lotion on the back of her right thigh and Penny squirmed a bit. She spread her legs a bit farther apart to allow my hands to spread the lotion completely on the skin. Massaging the lotion up from her knees to the bottom edge of her bikini bottom I again halted before crossing the line into immodesty. When I had finished with her left leg, stopping just short of the bikini bottom I stood and turned to Maggie’s Lounger. Penny let out a long sigh and said as if half asleep.

“Oh thank you Jim that was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome Miss Penny” I said. As I knelt down beside Maggie to begin much the same as I had with Penny.

Maggie reached behind her with her right hand and gathered up her raven dark hair and pulled it over the top of her head exposing her fair skinned neck. I took that as a hint to begin with her neck and shoulders. Unlike Penny, Maggie didn’t jump when I squirted lotion onto her skin. She did however let out a soft sigh as I began massaging the lotion into her skin. Perhaps I used a bit more grip than was necessary for applying tanning lotion because even I realized that it was more of a massage than actually simply spreading lotion. If the ladies noticed they certainly didn’t object or correct me. I massaged Maggie’s shoulders and spread lotion down each arm to her equally finely manicured fingers. Maggie’s fingers were painted with a clear gloss that made them appear wet. When I finished with her arms I returned to her back and began working my way down her sides and to the small of her back. There was no mistaking the soft sighs and even a hint of a moan or two as the lotion and my hands crept farther and farther down. Like Penny, I halted my applications at the top of her bikini and was about to reposition further down the lounger when I felt Maggie’s hand upon mine halting me. With her hand still on mine she pushed my fingers just beneath the hem of her bottoms and nodded her head for me to continue. With this unspoken direction I worked both hands just a bit under the edge of her bikini bottom and spread the lotion on the skin just below the hem, from the small of her back to the sides of her hips. With that done I stood up to move to the end of the lounger to begin working on her legs

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I noticed two things while moving. One Maggie didn’t have stockings on, I’d only seen her one other time with no stockings or hose on and that was right here the first time I met her and Penny weeks ago. The second thing I noticed was that I had an erection making my jeans feel very tight. I hoped that neither Penny nor Maggie had noticed it. I applied lotion and massaged Maggie’s right leg up to the knee and repeated with her left leg then re positioned again. I put lotion on Maggie’s right thigh and began working my way up the leg, she too, like Penny spread her legs a bit to allow me to get lotion to the skin between her legs. This time as I neared the bottom of her bikini I took a chance and continued just up under the edge of the material of her suit. When I did this I was certain I heard a low moan come from Maggie. I repeated the procedure with her left thigh and again worked the lotion under the edge of her suit. Maggie reached down before I could withdraw my hands and squeezed my left hand in a silent thank you, before patting my hands and saying aloud.

“Thank you darling, we won’t keep you from your work. When you finish and have loaded your equipment back into your truck come through the garage and enter the kitchen. Help yourself to some iced tea or lemonade. We’ll be along shortly to begin your lesson.” Realizing I was being dismissed I set the bottle of lotion beside the lounger and stood to return to my mower.

“Thank you Jim.” Penny spoke up.



I restarted my mower and soon was lost in thought as I finished mowing the back yard. I pushed my mower around the garage and down to the curb to load it into my pickup. I noticed that Michelle was finished and her car was gone. Damn… I walked to the garage and saw the old dinosaur of a push mower was parked in its usual spot. I opened the door into the kitchen and stepped into the house. The feel of the cool air conditioned air caused goose bumps to sprout along my arms. I found a clean glass in the dish drainer and opened the refrigerator to find a pitcher of iced tea. I poured about half a glass and returned the pitcher then took a seat at the kitchen table. I had taken about three drinks from my glass when the back door to the patio opened up and Maggie and Penny entered into the kitchen. Both ladies were smiling and wrapped in their usual silken robes. Maggie had hers pulled to and gathered with her fingers. Penny’s robe was loosely tied with a belt, both ladies had their bikini tops held in their hands. The ladies exchanged a glance then each took a seat on either side of me at the table. Maggie asked me if I had been exercising my homework assignment since last we met. I told her I had and she had me tell of the things I had done and said and how they were received and how it made me feel. Both ladies seemed pleased with my progress and complimented me on my diligence. Finally Penny asked if I had practiced kissing with anyone since I had left them earlier in the week. The look on my face must have betrayed me as suddenly Penny looked concerned and reached out to take my hand and asked.

“What is it Jim?”

I told her about seeing Michelle at the bottom of the stairs after Penny had kissed me that day. And what Jules had told me that evening after work, and finally how Michelle had not even acknowledged my presence when I had arrived here today.

“She wouldn’t even look at me Miss Penny.” I said hanging my head. “She must think… I… I don’t know what she thinks, but it’s probably not good.” I lamented. When I looked up I saw that both Penny and Maggie were smiling softly Penny looked to Maggie and they nodded to one another.

Maggie stood up and excused herself. “Jim I’ve got something to attend to, Penny will continue with today’s lesson and give you your next assignment. I’ll see you before you leave today.” And with that she smiled sweetly and walked out of the kitchen.

Penny smiled and then looked me up and down and made a tisking sound shaking her head . “Jim, you are a mess. This heat and exertion has you all sweaty and there are grass clippings all over you. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and take a shower to clean up. There are towels in there that you can wear to the guest room to change your clothes afterwards.” She said as she stood drawing my hand up to have me rise and follow her towards the bathroom.

I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door and began pulling off my clothes. I noted a couple of clean towels on the towel rack before I opened the shower door and stepped in. Turning on the water I adjusted the temperature until it was a bit more than warm and stepped under the running water from the shower head. I had just soaped up my face and was running the soap through my hair when I felt as much as heard the shower door slide open. Startled I turned and opened my eyes and saw a blur of white through the tears in my eyes from the soap. I stepped back and was trying to wash the soap out of my eyes when I felt soft hands on my face as they gently stilled my own hands and began brushing the soap and water out of my eyes. When I opened them again I found Penny’s smiling face looking at me. Looking further down I saw that her wonderful full breasts were bare and collecting water between them where her arms were pressing them together and the shower water was raining down on them. Those soft white globes with big half dollar sized aureola with marble sized pink nipples bulls eyed right in their centers, poking out as they hardened even as I watched. Looking back up into Penny’s face I saw her wink and she giggled before reaching up with one hand and lifting my hanging jaw up to close my mouth.

“Jim darling, surely you’ve seen a naked woman before.” She said winking again.



“Uh… a naked girl, or two, yeah…” I stammered “… but not like this.”

“And those girls… did you touch them Jim?” She asked coyly running a hand down my shoulder to my elbow with one hand and the fingers of her other hand across my chest to my other shoulder.



“Yes… yes ma’am.” I began and suddenly I felt a stinging on my cheek before I even registered the slap that Penny gave me. Stunned I looked at her askingly with my brows knitted in confusion

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“Jim, I know this ma’am stuff is simply your good manners but I will not tolerate any longer. When we are in private you will call me by my name. Do you understand me Jim?” Penny said giving me a stern look, those beautiful blue eyes cold as stone.



“Yes… Penny.” I said softly. When I did her face softened, her eyes glittered with delight and she smiled sweetly and said.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it darling?” she then reached up and put her hands behind my head on my neck and pulled me down into a sensual kiss. Softly at first then it turned into a hungrier more passionate kiss as her tongue parted my lips and searched for my own tongue. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest in front of her soft pillowy breasts. Taking a breath after several moments, her forehead pressed to mine Penny said.

“You say you touched them, those girls that you’ve seen naked. How did you touch them?” Penny asked as she pressed her lips to mine again for another long soft sensual kiss gently nipping at my lower lip with her teeth. I answered silently raising my hands up beside her and taking hold of her shoulders pulling her gently closer to me as we continued kissing.

“Uh Huh… that’s a good start.” Penny breathed out. I gripped her shoulders firmly squeezing them both before releasing them and slowly running my hands down her sides to her hips and squeezing them firmly as well.

“Oh… that’s good too.” Penny exhaled softly as her hands and arms ran around my sides and to my back pulling me into her, my erection pressing into her abdomen. I froze. My heart pounding in my chest even under the running water of the shower I could feel my face redden in embarrassment. Penny must have understood my sudden concern, she giggled and leaned back to look into my face.

“Jim darling, I would be rather upset if you weren’t… showing… an interest. It’s perfectly natural and you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, really.” She smiled brightly then released her arms from around me and reached for a bar of soap and held it out to me.

“That will be a lesson for another day sadly, for now we’ll just finish cleaning up… if you would be so kind as to soap me up?” She added the last with a raised eyebrow.

Standing there with an erection waving between us, I didn’t know what to think. In a dreamlike state I took the bar of soap and Penny turned her back to me. I rubbed the soap over her shoulders and back working up a lather. Down her back I worked until I got to her waistline. Penny sensed my hesitancy again and said only my name as if in admonishment to continue. So over the soft hemispheres of her pear shaped bottom I lathered and rubbed I even took a firm grip of a cheek in each hand and squeezed gently. That got a giggle from Penny as she wiggled a bit and looked over her shoulder to see me smiling at her. She then turned around and faced me raising her arms and gave me a look that said “continue”. I smiled and rubbed soapy hands along the sides of her neck and over her collar bones. Slowly I ran my hands down over the tops of her breasts, my palms bumping and sliding over her rock hard nipples. Penny’s mouth opened in a silent “oh”, her eyes looking almost in askance to continue and then smiled brightly as my hands continued back up around each breast and under, lifting and separating them before pushing them flat to her chest and running my hand down her sides to her hips. As my soapy hands circled in towards her abdomen from her hips Penny gasped slightly before reaching down and grasping each of my wrists with her hands.



“That will do for today Jim. Again, that is a lesson for another day. Now be a dear and get yourself cleaned up and then dress. Join Maggie and Myself in the living room when you are ready.” Penny then reached up and gave me another soft sensual kiss and patted my cheek where she had slapped me earlier.

“Yes… Penny.” I said smiling sheepishly. Penny slid the shower door open and stepped out, I could see through the opaque glass as she took one of the clean towels from the rack and wrapped it around herself before exiting the bathroom. I leaned forward and slowly began tapping my head against the tile wall of the shower. “Oh My GOD!” I thought… What have I gotten myself into here? This is madness!

The water was turning cold as I finished soaping up and rinsing off, that was probably a good thing though as my erection finally gave up the ghost and wilted away to my normal flaccid slumbering state. I dried off as best I could with the one remaining towel before wrapping it around myself and gathering my dirty clothes from under the sink then making my way to the guest room. I closed the door and collected a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt from my spare clothes that the ladies had me bring when I first agreed to take their lessons. I put the dirty clothes in my book bag that I had also left in the dresser drawer for just that purpose.



Dressed I steeled myself and opened the door and made my way to the living room. I found Penny now dressed in one of her usual robes, I noted that she had on a different pair of silk slippers. Maggie was dressed much as she was the last time I was at the house, in a tweed skirt with dark stockings and sensible shoes. Her button down blouse was a dark plum color but the top few buttons were opened and she was actually showing a little cleavage. Her hair was rolled up into a bun with large pins that looked like chop sticks sticking through it holding it in place. A few loose raven strands hung freely on either side of her face. Her ears were pinned with her usual pearl earrings. Those lips had a touch of gloss on them making them look almost wet. Maggie scooted over just a bit and patted the couch cushion between herself and Penny. I set my book bag down at the end of the couch and scooted over between the couch and the coffee table and sat between the two ladies, Maggie on my left and Penny on my right. Penny half turned crossing her left leg over her right to better face me. Maggie did just the opposite, her right leg crossing over her left. Maggie looked at me then at Penny with a bit of annoyance.

“Penny, do you have something to say to young Jim here?” Maggie asked. I glanced first at her then at Penny. Penny met my look with a bit of a sheepish smile and then took a breath as if heaving a sigh and said.

“Jim darling, I must apologize for my behavior. I should not have joined you in the shower, I’m afraid I got a little ahead of myself with your lessons. I’m afraid I teased you unnecessarily. For that I am truly sorry. I will say however, you were the perfect gentleman despite the circumstances.” Maggie reached up with her right hand and softly touched my left cheek and I felt it sting faintly as I’m sure it was still reddened from Penny’s slap.

Maggie leaned out and looked at Penny as if to say “And?” Penny firmed her lips and shook her head negatively before saying.

“I will not apologize for that. Mags, Jim knows the rules of the house and I will not tolerate it any longer.” Penny then looked at me and smiled softly before adding. “I will probably never have to remind him again I suspect… but I will if need be.” She added as she reached out with her right hand and softly stroked my left cheek fondly.

With that Maggie leaned in and kissed me softly on the welt on my cheek then with her left hand she turned my chin towards her and our lips met. Softly at first, brushing and gliding across one another then, to my surprise her tongue probed between my lips and she took my bottom lip between hers and lightly bit it between her teeth. Releasing my lip she pulled back smiling and looked me in the eyes, before turning my head once more towards Penny who’s lips were waiting and ready to meld with mine. She didn’t hesitate to send her tongue searching in my mouth for my tongue. Her lips sealed on mine and drawing the breath from my mouth as her robe covered breasts pressed into my shoulder and collar bone. At some point during this, I’m not even sure it was a conscious thought, but my right hand came up and was holding Penny’s cheek pressing her face into mine. Penny moaned softly into my mouth before pulling back to study my eyes searchingly, her eyebrows dancing up and down as if they couldn’t decide where to go.



“Better and better, Jim you are coming along nicely indeed.” Penny whispered before composing herself and straightening up. Maggie sat there looking at us her head resting in her right hand the arm propped on the elbow on the back of the couch. She asked Penny what my next assignment should be.

“I’m not sure, Jim already demonstrates much of what we would be teaching him, instinctively. Jim darling, you need to continue practicing your observations and conversations of course, and touching naturally. Perhaps you need to learn how to… learn about the ladies you speak with. Learn what their dreams and desires are. I’m sure you’ve been asked questions like “What would you do if you won the lottery?” haven’t you? That’s the idea. Get them to talk about ‘what if’. You’ll be surprised what you will learn.” Maggie nodded approvingly and smiled at me when I looked at her for confirmation. She stood up and I took that as my cue to stand as well Penny joined us and we walked to the front door. Maggie touched my chin and kissed me softly once more and stepped back. Penny stepped closer and her right hand rose up to touch my still reddened cheek softly with a look of hurt in her eyes but a smile on her face. I’m not sure why but I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips and kissed the back of it softly while looking into her eyes. Penny nearly swooned before smiling brightly and pulling my hand to her lips and she kissed my hand in the same soft manner.

Maggie smiled and said “Remember to call first if you have time for more… instructions… this week. If not we can expect you next Saturday. Yes?” I smiled and nodded as I stepped out onto the front porch and made my way to my pickup.

Discretion is a hard thing to maintain at times, especially when close friends and co-workers sense a juicy story or titillating gossip… or event. They can be like sharks scenting blood in the water. Holy crap! When I got to Dom’s just before my shift that evening I was lost in thought replaying all the day’s events and probably had a ghost of a smile or at least a silly grin on my face… oh… and a pinkish red hand print on my left cheek. And believe me, it did NOT go un-noticed. The questioning looks and smiles were bad enough, but the actual questions became tedious, especially from Jules. Oh MY GOD! She would NOT let it go!

“Hey buddy…” She stopped me taking my chin in her hand and turning my face so she could get a better look at my reddened cheek. “Was it at least worth it?” She added smiling like the Cheshire cat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said pulling from her grasp and trying to play it off.

“Well son, that’s not a sunburn. Either you stepped out of line being fresh or you really pissed somebody off. Come on, dish!” She said stepping in front of me so I couldn’t get around her.



“I think you know me better than that Jules.” I lamented, tilting my head and frowning in disappointment.

“I thought so too, but that love tap has a story and you’re going to tell me about it… sooner or later.” She said smiling and winked at me as she stepped aside and let me pass. She swatted me on the back with her empty pizza hot bag then added. “Lover boy.”



“Great” I thought to myself, I’ve got all evening and closing to get through, wonderful. As it turned out it wasn’t so bad. It seems that most of the other girls on the crew knew me well enough that even though they normally took great joy in teasing me and getting me to blush, they left me pretty much alone that evening. Well, aside from the curious looks and the occasional whispered comment to one or another of them. Of course that reprieve was only temporary, at closing time the grilling began in earnest as Jules started in on me again.

“Okay, most everyone else is gone home now and it’s just us. Do I have to beat it out of you? What’s the story with the pretty pink hand print you came in with earlier?” Jules said cornering me at the three compartment sink as I was running wash water.



“Jules… I don’t want to talk about it. It’s PRIVATE…” I said a little more forcefully than I intended. This had no effect on her though, she just kept ginning and raised one eyebrow as to say “Well?” I just kept silent and kept washing pans and utensils. Jules went for another load of pans and gave me that sidelong look and paused again before going back up front to sweep and clean. Each time she made a trip to the back she would pause and give me that look. She’d stand there both hands on her hips and tap one foot expectantly, before continuing on and getting back to work.

It wasn’t too long before we had finished with clean up and were ready to leave. I knew I was going to be cornered in the parking lot as we went to our cars. Which is exactly what she did, instead of going to her car, she went to my pickup and crossed her arms and leaned back against my driver side door and crossed her feet. She never said a word, just gave me that look, where one eyebrow was arched high and her lips were pursed trying to keep a grin at bay. I sighed and hung my head and leaned my back against the side of my truck and crossed my arms as well.

“You know I keep my word when I give it right?” I asked softly.

“As long as I’ve known you, yes, why?” She asked.

“I gave my word Jules. I won’t talk about it.” I said stubbornly but then softened a bit and added. “I slipped up and was… reminded. That’s all I’m going to say about it.” I said as I looked down and shuffled my feet.

“Was it Michelle?” She asked, not ready to let it go just yet.

“Jules! No. I’ve not seen her or spoke with her in over a week. She probably hates me anyway.” I spat out frustrated.

“I find that hard to believe.” Jules said standing up and stepping away from my truck and turning to face me. “I’ll quit bothering you about it, okay? But you know I got your back if you need to talk to anyone, right?” She added softly. That was so out of the ordinary I had to look up to see if I was still talking to Jules and not some stranger. She just smiled softly and winked as she punched me in the arm before turning to get in her own car. I watched her drive off still wondering who she really was.



I found that I was kept busy most every day the next week either with yard work, chores and odd jobs on the farm and of course working at Dom’s. I had been asked to fill in for another driver who was sick that next Friday morning to open the store for the lunch rush and prep for dinner. That meant that I would not be closing that night as I usually did with Jules. I called around to some of the other Dom’s locations around town and nobody need any extra help that evening so I found myself at loose ends after three thirty that afternoon. Thinking it over I pulled out my wallet and extracted the blank business card with the number that Maggie had given me. I dialed the number and waited. Penny picked the phone and was thrilled to hear from me she said. I told her that I had found that I had the evening off and was wondering if perhaps she or Maggie would have time for me if I came by. She asked me to hold on for a second and she’d check with Maggie. In a moment she was back on the line telling me they would both be delighted if I stopped by. Thanking her I smiled and hung up the phone before leaving the store and driving to their house.

Upon arrival I saw Michelle’s car parked out front, and suddenly wondered if perhaps this was not such a good idea after all. Steeling myself I grimaced and went to the front door and rang the bell. Maggie opened the door a few moments later and welcomed me inside the house. She was dressed again this afternoon, much as I remembered seeing her in school years ago, in a modest skirt and blouse that was buttoned all the way up. Her hair was down however and flowing over her shoulders and down her back like a silky mane.

“Jim, will you have a seat in the kitchen, I’ll join you in a few moments.” She directed me up the stairs.

As I got to the top of the stairs I saw Penny sitting on one end of the couch, also dressed as if she’d just stepped out of the classroom… and Michelle sitting in the middle much as I was the last time I was here. She looked at me and made eye contact briefly before turning away with a blank expression on her face. She wore what looked to me like a Catholic School girl’s uniform, a white button down blouse, and a plaid skirt that fell below her knees, knee length white socks and black and white saddle shoes. Her hands were clasped in her lap and they were all but wringing themselves. Maggie gestured towards the kitchen then walked towards the couch. I took a seat at the table and sat patiently but all the while trying to listen to what was being said in the other room. I couldn’t make out the words but I could discern the voices of all three. Penny and Maggie both sounded calm and reassuring if not stern. Michelle sounded upset, almost pleading, and then finally resigned. It grew quiet for a minute or three before I heard feet shuffling then descending down the stairs. There was another moment or two of murmuring then the door opening and closing. Footsteps on the stairs heralded the arrival of Maggie and Penny as they entered the kitchen hand in hand. That was odd. I stood as the two paused in the doorway for a moment. Penny looked at her wrist watch and grimaced, she looked up at Maggie and sighed. Maggie nodded and they released hands. Penny looked to me and smiled sadly before saying.

“I’m sorry Jim, I must leave for an appointment. Maggie will attend to your lesson today. I will see you tomorrow of course won’t I?” Penny asked as she reached out and squeezed my arm.

“Of course Penny.” I confirmed. She smiled and picked up her purse from the counter and exited the kitchen through the garage door. I heard the garage door open moments later and her car back out. As the door closed again Maggie took a chair next to me and folded her hands on the table in front of her.

“Jim, what do you think of your lessons so far?” She asked. I paused thoughtfully, my brows knitting. I picked apart her question trying to understand it. Was she asking for my opinion? Or, perhaps how I thought I was comprehending… I wasn’t sure. I reviewed what I had been asked to do over the previous weeks. There was eye contact, there was observation, touching, questioning… with each new task, I was continuing to exercise the previous lessons as well. And there it was, the answer. These were not tasks as much as they were exercises. Like the ones that Maggie herself gave me and her other students years ago in typing class. Repetition, practice, typing like any skill requires repetition to build muscle memory or familiarity to the point where you no longer consciously think about a task, it just comes naturally. I smiled sheepishly and looked Maggie in the eye and said.



“You ladies have been teaching me how to improve by way repetition, to learn by doing the ‘lessons’ or ‘tasks’ that you have been assigning me. You’ve not been giving me secrets but teaching me skills.”

Maggie sat stunned for a moment, grasping what I had just spoken. Then slowly her lips turned up in to a beautiful smile, her eyes crinkled with pride as she nodded her head slowly. “Jim, Darling, you are truly a gifted young man. I am so proud of you. Few, very few of our students have ever grasped so readily what we endeavor to teach them. What’s more is that you demonstrate a willingness to learn. So far we’ve only challenged you with rudimentary skills, building a foundation if you will. Granted, Penny got a little ahead of herself last week perhaps, but what she was intending was indeed a skill that you will no doubt need in the future.” Maggie sat back in her chair and looked at me thoughtfully for several moments contemplating what she would say next. I had questions but somehow sensed this was not the time to ask them. Instead, I simply waited, struggling to maintain eye contact with Maggie’s coppery orbs.



“While of course we think you should continue to exercise the skills that we’ve already brought to your attention, it’s time now to begin working on some more direct applications if you will. But first I, we, need to ask you some personal questions to see just how far along you might be at this point.” That said, Maggie paused again considering how to begin. I replayed what she just said in my head trying to figure out where she was going with this.



“What kind of, personal questions did you want to ask of me Maggie?” I asked in a steady but soft voice. Maggie smiled somewhat apologetically and continued.

“First of all, Jim, while I already think I know the answer to this question, never the less I must ask it. Are you a virgin?” I almost think that I saw a glimmer of a blush on Maggie’s cheeks but if it was, it was fleeting and was gone.

“No, Maggie, I am not a virgin.” I responded in a quiet stunned voice. I know my face had to be red as a beet, and I dropped my eye contact to suddenly, intensely study my own two hands on the table top.

“I suspected not.” Maggie said absently as she framed her next question. “I know these are personal and embarrassing questions Jim but they have to be asked so that we will know where to begin, bear with me.” She reached over and softly laid one hand atop my own and continued. “How old were you when you… lost your virginity?”

I squirmed in my seat trying to decide if I should share with her just how young I really was. I didn’t want her to think badly of the girl who deflowered me, I was willing after all, even if I didn’t have a clue as to what was going on at the time. “Maggie, the girl that… took my virginity… was old enough. I was a bit younger than her. But she did not force me to do anything, I may not have known what I was getting into, but I went willingly. I have no regrets about it other than what others might think of her, and of myself.” I dared to glance up into Maggie’s eyes and hold them briefly to make my point and show her my sincerity. She sat stunned, her mouth barely open, her jaw moving as if to speak. I know she was doing the math in her head and double checking it before processing what I had just said.

“I can see why some might find that… highly… unusual. Some might find it objectionable as well. You are wise not to tell anyone you don’t trust. Thank you for trusting me with it.” Maggie squeezed my hand to emphasize her words. “My! That does put a spin on our, lessons then, well perhaps not too much. After your first time, how many times have you had sex since?”



“How… how many times… or how many girls?” I sputtered.

“Yes of course, Jim, forgive me. How many girls would be the more appropriate question but how many times would also be useful if I could be so inquisitive.” Maggie clarified.

“Well…” I tried to count quickly in my head, for such low numbers I took perhaps far too long to count but finally continued. “Three girls, but maybe two or three times each, not every girl though. Some more than others.” I admitted while I blushed even a brighter red.

“Just a few more questions Jim, you’re doing marvelously.” Maggie looked into my eyes looking to see if I were willing to continue. I nodded, giving her my silent consent. “Of these three women, well, let’s include your first as well, do you know if they achieved climax when you had sex?”

Oh my god! I thought my head would burst into flames at this point I felt like a bug caught under a magnifying glass with the sunlight about to roast me. “Uh… uh… I… uh… I’m n… not sure… I mean I think they did or at least a couple of times…” I quit talking when it became glaringly obvious that I really didn’t know. I felt Maggie’s hand squeeze mine again reassuringly.

“Jim… Jim! Look at me.” Maggie spoke softly but firmly. When I looked up she continued. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some men, and even some women never learn how to give or help a woman to achieve climax. To have an orgasm. With men it’s pretty simple and straight forward. With women, it can be quite complicated, especially for the uninitiated. Some women go their entire adult lives without learning how for themselves. So unless a man is given the knowledge and… skills… to help her find her pleasure, he will never succeed in giving her the ultimate pleasure. There is no secret trick or move, but there are basic skills, some of which you’ve already begun to learn and will eventually master. Now I, and Penny, are willing to share with you and teach you the basics and perhaps help you refine them even more. That’s what we do for our students, like yourself. This is where the discretion that we so emphasized at the beginning comes into play. There are few who would find what we teach acceptable. Therefore, we do not advertise our help, we ask that those we do teach to respect our privacy as well.”

“What we teach was once quite common even in our own society, even if it was kept private. Old men would marry young girls and teach them. When the old men would die, the widows, now older would marry again, and if not with someone of their own age, then with someone far younger and the teaching would continue. Modern societies in general frown upon this ancient practice of course but there are those out there, like Penny and I, who have embraced this practice, if discretely. We are, after all, teachers. We teach. The subject matter may be controversial in some eyes, but it’s valid, and still needed. Penny and I are very ***********ive with those we choose to share our knowledge and teaching skills with. More often than not the students we take on are referred to us by past students.” Maggie paused to let it all sink in with me. I had actually read some anecdotal references to some of the stuff she had just mentioned in a sociology text for a class research project, and more from my avid history reading. Of course it was never quite as detailed in explanation or at least specifically as she had told it. The part about old men taking young girls for wives and vice versa was mentioned as a common practice among many American Indian Tribes. Despite the Taboo nature of what she was telling me I found it really didn’t shock me or make me uncomfortable. I was actually more intrigued than anything. I wanted to learn more. And, I trusted both her and Penny. I looked up again into Maggie’s eyes and said.

“Maggie, you can trust me to be discrete, both you and Penny. I would still like to learn and I trust you both, if you will have me.” I added humbly at the end so that she didn’t think I was taking it for granted.

“I had so hoped you would, and yes I can say for both Penny and myself that we will be happy to continue working with you.” She said again squeezing my hands and then standing up to put a kettle of water on the stove. She asked me as she brought down two cups and spoons to the table. “I’m making us some tea, it helps to calm the nerves. Personally I like mine strong and sweet.” She looked at me smiling to see if I picked up on the innuendo. My blush answered for me. Placing a single tea bag in each cup and sitting back down while we waited for the water to heat. “Jim darling, what is the most important thing that anyone can give another person?” She asked me.

“That’s an easy one, Respect.” I stated matter-of-factly.

“Good answer, and correct as well. And the second most important thing?” She prompted.

“Honesty.” I said, trying to follow her reasoning.

“Two for two.” She said as she stood up to turn the stove off and pour the hot water into our tea cups. She replaced the kettle on the stove and sat back down. She picked up her spoon and opened the sugar dish to spoon several spoonfuls of sugar into her cup. She pushed the sugar dish toward me as she began stirring the tea in her cup. I put two modest spoonfuls of sugar in my own cup and replaced the cover to the dish. “Can you tell me what should be next?” Maggie asked as she blew on a spoonful of tea before tasting it.



“Trust?” I answered more as a question than a statement.

“Very good indeed… however… Why is trust not the most important thing to give someone?” She quizzed.

“Trust is very important, but it has to be earned.” I stated drawing upon my own past life experiences . I picked up the string on the tea bag and pulled the tea bag out of my tea only to dunk it back in and repeat a few times.

“Some would say that Honesty should be the most important, then Respect followed by Trust. The fact is you really can’t have one without both of the others. That’s true with all relationships, romantic, emotional or merely physical. It will do you well to remember that and keep it close to your heart. Those three are the foundation, without them you have nothing.” Maggie picked up her cup and blew across the steaming dark liquid, the string from the tea bag hanging over the side of her cup.



I realized that this was a teaching moment and Maggie was in her element so I remained silent and waited for her to continue again. I fished out the tea bag from my cup and set it in the saucer. Then picked up my cup and blew across the surface before taking a tentative sip.



“You have demonstrated to Penny and I that you already have a fundamental grasp of this, it shows in your manners, your politeness and your attentiveness. It really is rare these days in a man so young as yourself. While I can’t fault your parents or other influences that have made you this way, we will still have to work on a few areas so that you will grow with our teachings. Some things we will point out to you, and others you will have to discover or deduce for yourself.

I sat there with tea cup in my hands, listening attentively knowing that this was important. I knew more was coming from the way Maggie searched my eyes as she sipped her tea in thought. When I didn’t question her she went on.

“Respect, honesty and trust, of the first two there is no degree, it’s all or nothing. Trust however, is incremental, it varies from very little at first to eventually, complete. You yourself said that it is earned, and you are correct, it is earned, sometimes grudgingly. It comes back to past experiences and insecurities. Anyone who’s been hurt before, disrespected, lied to, or even physically harmed will find it harder to give that trust out easily. Once bitten, twice shy as it were.” She paused again as she looked into her cup before taking another sip. “And there’s more, trust is a mutual thing, a two way street. It’s give, and take. Sometimes, often really, one must find a way to meet the other person halfway down that twisted path, or further.”

I thought to myself. ‘If only it were that simple.’ Then a thought jumped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Is that why Michelle wouldn’t even look at me? Did I hurt her when she saw Penny and I kissing?” I questioned sadly looking into Maggie’s eyes for the answer. When she gave me a half smile, half smirk I nearly dropped my tea cup, so I set it down on the saucer carefully with shaking hands.

“No Jim, it’s a bit more complicated than that I’m afraid. Yes, there was a bit of hurt perhaps, but… well, it’s complicated. I know you are an observant young man and have probably deduced by now that Michelle is also one of our students. Her story is her own, and while you are indeed connected to her, that is not something for you to concern yourself with at this time. There will come a time perhaps that she will share with you things that I will not divulge as it is hers to decide. Remember, discretion, and of course, trust. Michelle, like you must learn to trust herself first. If you are patient, and I know you are, things will be clear to you in time. There are other emotions and circumstances at play.” Maggie took another sip of her tea and frowned. Putting her cup back down on her saucer she stood and asked if I were finished with my now tepid tea as well. When I nodded in assent she collected both and our cups and spoons and took them to the kitchen sink. She took the two used tea bags and placed them in the kitchen garbage can before returning to the table. Maggie pushed her chair into the table and asked me to follow her. I stood and pushed my own chair in and turned to follow her. Taking my left hand in her right hand she led me to the stairs down to the landing for the front door. At first I thought she was dismissing me for the day but then she led on and down the other set of stairs leading to the basement. Maggie parted and held back the beaded curtain and motioned me forward.

I really didn’t know what to expect when I passed through the curtain but what I saw certainly raised an eyebrow. To the left was a room the size of the upstairs living room. Along the left wall instead of a picture window was a chalkboard, straight out of any schoolroom, complete with a pull down projector screen, and pull down anatomical illustrations, human anatomy, particularly reproductive genitalia, in graphic detail. In front of the chalkboard as in a classroom were three student desks. Behind them a small table with a slide projector. On the far wall were several bookshelves with text books, more illustrated anatomy books and a couple of high backed upholstered reading chairs with a small table in the middle of them. Straight ahead from the beaded curtain was a door. To the right of that door was a hallway with three doors on the left and a single door on the right. Maggie explained that the room behind the first door was merely a storage room, the doors on the left led to a full bathroom, a linen closet and the utility room that had the furnace, hot water tank, and utility access. The door on the right was for a bedroom. Her late ex husband had lived there before he passed away a couple of years ago. Now it was used for guests and occasionally, lessons. Turning back to the main room however, Maggie led me to the chalkboard and explained that often it was easier and more comfortable for their students to learn in a more familiar setting such as school. Pulling down the two anatomical diagrams side by side, she told me that it was appalling how little most people actually knew of human anatomy especially of their own genitalia or that of the opposite sex. Learning about the unknown is the first step of conquering their fears. I couldn’t resist asking.

“So learning about someone’s body parts makes them less… scary?” I asked with a bit of doubt in my voice.



“Certainly,” Maggie said. “At least, being a little more familiar makes one feel a bit more relaxed anyway. Feeling less insecure, insecurity is fear, the unknown is scary. Fear inhibits trust. We, Penny and I, try to take the fear away by reducing the insecurities resulting from lack of familiarity, the lack of knowledge. Of course the needs vary from student to student, that’s one reason why I asked you those personal questions earlier. I had to understand where you might need to begin learning. We can study from the beginning if you like… but… I think you are well past this stage.” Maggie added the last in a softer decidedly warmer voice as she stepped up closer to me searching my eyes for understanding. I could feel the heat of her body reaching out to me, her soft breath across my cheek as she leaned closer still, cheek to cheek now as her lips brushed my ear and whispered.

“I think we have established a foundation, yourself, Penny and I. What we need to work on with you is confidence. Like trust there is a certain amount of fear to overcome, that will come with experience.”

Maggie squeezed my hand in hers and her lips parted and her teeth nibbled at the lobe of my ear. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor in front of their chalkboard and classroom. Pulling back to look me in the eye again Maggie’s copper colored eyes seemed to glow with a low fire, her lips were smiling with a promise of unlocked secrets and knowledge. Without breaking eye contact I raised my right hand up to her face, and softly stroked the backs of my fingers along her cheek and gently took her head in my hand and pulled her face to mine. Tilting slightly to one side our lips found one another and we brushed softly. When Maggie released my left hand I brought it to the other side of her head and pulled her to me a bit more forcefully and our kisses became suddenly much more passionate. Her tongue parted my lips in search of a dance partner, my own tongue. Twirling and twining with one another as our lips matched move for move, slipping and sliding. I was lost in her lips, the sensations taking me out of myself as if to give flight to my imagination. However when I felt Maggie’s hands sliding up and down along the front of my jeans in my crotch, my eyes sprung open and I pulled my head back a bit. Maggie’s face was a picture of sultriness and want, her eyes half closed, her lips still parted suddenly turned up into a decidedly wicked smile. Her hands, her palms and fingers were pressing flatly against my growing erection. I shuddered with the overwhelming sensations. The passionate kissing the wanton stimulation of her touch was nearly too much. Maggie must have sensed this as she leaned in and kissed me again but only a soft lingering lip to lip kiss. When she withdrew again she again reached for my hand and began leading me back towards the beaded curtain and the stairs.



“Jim darling, I’m sorry for just now. It was not kind of me to let myself lose control and… get you all worked up. Forgive me please. I guess I can no longer blame Penny for what she did last weekend, I seem to have fallen under your spell as well.” Maggie looked at me and I could have sworn she was blushing. OH MY GOD! Maggie… Mrs. Mays! Blushing? Wait… WHAT? ‘under my spell’? What the hell was she talking about? My head was spinning as we climbed the stairs to the landing and the front door



Turning to face me once again, still holding my hand, Maggie looked down sheepishly at her feet, or was it my bulging crotch? Looking back up she cleared her throat and looked me in the eye again and smiled that soft knowing smile.

“I truly am sorry for that Jim, if there were more time… but that will be another lesson of course. You are coming tomorrow, to mow, and for your lessons, yes?” She stated more than actually asked.

“Yes ma’a… Damn it…” I hung my head for a moment shaking it then looked back up into Maggie’s eyes. “Yes Maggie, I will be here. Maggie smiled as much from my verbal stumble as from my confirmation that I would attend in the morning. Squeezing my hand she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips again before saying thank you and opening to door for me. I returned the squeeze of her hand and the kiss and stepped out onto the front porch and made my way to my truck.

I could bore you with explaining of how my head was lost in a cloud throughout my drive home that evening, how I played and replayed every word said between Maggie and I. And of course that amazing kissing session in front of the chalkboard, and my god, getting groped by Mrs. Mays! WOW! Just thinking about it made my jeans uncomfortably tight again. Instead I’ll just skip all that and say that I got home, early for my usual routine for the past… well… all summer really, and my father was sitting on the back porch of our house on the hill on the farm. He was relaxing in the cool night breeze having a beer or two. He was a bit surprised to see me so early and asked me to join him for a bit. I grabbed a glass of iced tea and settled into a chair next to him as we watched the moon rising over the hill to the East of the house. We talked about his shop and how business was slowly taking off. We talked about my brother and sisters and my mom and how everyone was doing. And of course we finally got around to talking about me, the object of the whole conversation I deduced early on. My dad means well, and he doesn’t pry as long as he doesn’t think there’s a problem, but he is still curious especially of his eldest son. I think he was wondering about my adventures and if they were anything like the ones he had at my age. We didn’t discuss that of course but he wanted to know how I was doing, about my work with Dom’s and my yard work and lastly about my tutoring lessons. He asked me if I needed any help paying for the lessons. I laughed at that but then I had to explain why I laughed. I explained that most of my yard work jobs were paying jobs, but the Tutoring was being paid for in trade. I mowed my tutors’ yard in exchange for the lessons. My dad actually seemed impressed by this “deal” and said it was a great idea. We talked about a few other things that really weren’t important then we both decided it was time to call it a day and go to bed. I told him I was headed to town again in the morning for my tutors’ yard work and lessons afterwards before working at Dom’s that evening. I would see him again Sunday morning.

My dreams were a kaleidoscope of images and people that night, it seems I kissed every girl on my mind, well, not everyone but enough to make it way too confusing to figure out. At one point I was kissing Penny, then suddenly it was Michelle, I blinked and it was Maggie that had locked lips with me, I blinked again and I was being hugged and groped and kissed by Jules! What the Hell? I found myself in the shower kissing Maggie but she was fully dressed and she was stroking my erection under the water falling from the showerhead. Penny was in the shower as well, and she was pressing her bare breasts into my back as her arms were wrapped around me and her hands fondling my own chest and nipples, her lips kissing my back and shoulders. As confusing and exciting as the dream was I was disappointed when I woke up to my alarm. I got up and started my day. I tended to the animals and chores before showering and shaving to clean up before heading to town. Mom was setting breakfast on the table for Dad and my sisters as I passed through the kitchen to leave for town. A hug and a kiss and grabbed a piece of toast and some bacon then I was on my way. The whole trip to town seemed like a blink of an eye as my mind was occupied trying to sort out last night’s weird dream and of course pondering what sort of lesson was in store for me to day with my teachers. First though I had to mow the yard of course, which immediately had me wondering if I’d see Michelle today, and if she would even look at me if nothing else.

Pulling up to the teachers’ house I saw Michelle’s car out front, and I also saw her wheeling the dinosaur out of the garage. I smiled as I got out of my truck but I refrained from waving. I didn’t want to look like a lovesick puppy or desperate. After I unloaded my mower and gas can in hand I pushed towards the side of the garage for the gate to the back yard. I glanced at Michelle, still not venturing a greeting when she surprised me by giving me a half smile and saying “Hey.” I paused a second and looked at her and smiled and said “Hey” back before continuing on to the back yard. Once through the gate I fired up my mower and began. It was still fairly early in the morning and the grass was still wet with dew and the humid air promised a hot miserable afternoon. I let my mind wander as I went about mowing, it only seemed like minutes had gone by when my mower sputtered and ran out of gas. I was about three quarters finished with the back yard. I should have filled my tank on the mower before starting. Oh well no big deal. I walked back to the gate to get my gas can to refill my tank. As I was approaching the gate at the side of the garage, Michelle stepped through the gate. Her face was beet red and she looked sweaty and, well, frustrated.

“You okay Michelle?” I asked concerned. She bit her lip and scrunched up her eyebrows before looking me in the face.



“No. No I’m not. I… I…” She sighed with frustration and took a deep breath before trying again. “I can’t get the dinosaur to start this morning. Could you do me a favor and have a look at it?” She asked then frowned as if she had tasted something bitter. I understood that she really didn’t want to ask for any help, perhaps especially from me for some reason, but she didn’t have a choice.

“Sure, let’s have a look at it.” I said politely and she led me back to the mower in the front yard. She kicked it with her foot and stood there with her hands on her hips.

“I’ve been trying to start it since you got here. I’ve just about pulled my arm off. It’s got gas, the valve is open thank you very much and I don’t think I flooded it. Why won’t it start?” She spat out with a bit of venom.

I checked the choke and throttle settings, I peeked at the stopcock valve while pretending to look at something else just to be sure, then I stood up and pulled the rope once. The motor turned over but it didn’t even sputter. I pulled once more and still nothing. I stood back up and looked at the mower while taking my chin in my hand and thinking, then I had a thought. I squatted back down and went to pull the spark plug wire off the plug. I found it was not even connected to the plug, only the rubber cup that slips over it was in contact with the plug end. AHA! I wiggled the plug connector back onto the plug end tightly and wiggled it make sure it was secure. Standing up again I closed the throttle and choke, then grasped and pulled the rope again. The engine sputtered and oily smoke came out. I pulled two or three more times till there was no smoke then opened the throttle about a quarter and pulled the choke out just a bit, and motioned for Michelle to give it a shot.

“That’s it? You wiggled a wire and now it will run? Are you freakin’ kidding me? Really?” She demanded unbelieving giving me an incredulous look. I merely shrugged and smiled slightly. Michelle puffed out a breath then grabbed the rope and yanked it. The motor turned over and sputtered a bit but then died again. She gave me a ‘now what’ expression and I nodded to the mower for her to try again. Shaking her head she grabbed the rope again and yanked. The motor turned over, sputtered then caught. Stepping back with her hands on her hips again, she looked at the mower then looked sidelong at me. Turning to me she gave me a tight lipped smile then mouthed the word ‘thanks’ and then grabbed the mower and started mowing. I smiled and walked back to the gate and grabbed my gas can and headed to the back yard to get my part of the mowing finished. When I finished up the back and was pushing my mower back to the front of the house I saw that Michelle was still mowing but was almost finished. I loaded up my mower and gas can into my pickup, and then walked to the garage as I had been previously instructed to do by Penny and Maggie. I knocked on the door from the garage into the kitchen. Penny opened the door wearing a new robe that I had not seen before, a pale blue that complimented her eyes, her silk slippers were yellow with light blue polka dots. In her hands she had two glasses of iced water.

“Hello darling. You look like you need something cold to drink, could you be a dear and take this one to Michelle, I’m afraid she’s likely to have a heat stroke the way she’s been pushing herself today.” Then she added under her breath. “The stubborn minx…” then caught herself and smiled a little embarrassed and said. “You did not hear that.” And gave me a stern look.



I smiled and said. “Heard what?” and turned and headed out to the front yard with the ice water. Approaching Michelle as she mowed the final strip and shut the mower off, she gave me a puzzled look when she saw me carrying two glasses of water. I stopped as she neared me and handed her one of the glasses. “Compliments of Penny.” I said by way of explanation.



“Thanks.” She said as she gratefully accepted the glass and chugged half of it down in one go before coming up for air. “Oh My God that’s good.” She said taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, it’s a hot one today, that’s for sure.” I said as I drank more water myself. Kicking myself mentally thinking I needed to say something ANYTHING rather than just stand there like a lump on a log.

“Jim, I should thank you, for, you know, earlier…” Michelle spoke softly avoiding my gaze, and drinking more water.

“Nothing to thank me for, but if you insist then you’re welcome.” I said humbly. Michelle smirked and shook her head before pushing the mower on towards the garage to park it. I followed her and we both found ourselves standing at the door from the garage into the kitchen. We both emptied our glasses before looking at each other awkwardly for a moment. “Lessons?” I asked. Michelle looked at me as if afraid to say anything, she simply nodded then looked at me and tilted her head in silent question. I nodded and said. “Yeah, me too.” Then I turned and knocked on the door.

Penny opened the inner door and smiled at both of us and said. “Well you two look a sight. Come in, come in.” she stepped back as I opened the outer door and held it for Michelle to enter first then followed. Penny took our empty glasses before shooing us along. “Michelle dear, you use the shower downstairs, and Jim, you shower in the one upstairs. After you’ve cleaned up and changed into something fresh we will begin our lessons. Michelle, I’ll join you downstairs, Jim Maggie will meet you back here in the kitchen. Now hurry along.” She ushered us along pausing at the top of the stairs and smiling at me with a twinkle in her eye before following Michelle downstairs.

I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I kicked off my shoes and began taking my clothes off. I was soon in the shower washing off all the sweat and grime and grass clippings. Toweling off and wrapping the towel around my waist I gathered my clothes and headed to the guest room with my clothes to change. I put my dirty clothes in my empty book bag and reached for some clean shorts only to find a note sitting atop a stack of silk boxer shorts. “Jim, I thought you might enjoy a more relaxed garment to wear for your lessons in your coming sessions. I’m sure they will fit. – Maggie” I read the note again. Then held up the top pair of boxers, a dark royal blue, they were so light and flimsy. Shrugging I slipped them on and marveled at their softness. And when I glanced up at the mirror on the dresser I realized that they did little to camouflage my anatomy. I wiggled my hips from side to side and I could plainly see my junk wobble from side to side. Damn! If I get an erection there will be NO hiding it wearing these things. I slipped a clean tee shirt over my head and tugged it on. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. Maggie was sitting at the table sipping a glass of iced tea, and reading a magazine. Looking up as I entered the room she first noticed that I was wearing the new shorts, and then looked into my face as I approached the table.

“Oh good, you found them. Do they fit alright? Not too tight?” She asked.

“No, they fit okay I think, thank you. I’m just not used to shorts that are so… so… uh…” I reached for a word but failed. I smiled blushing.

“Oh darling you will come to love the feel of silk, it’s simply just so comfortable.” She said as she flipped the lapels of her robe as emphasis. “Are you hungry? Would you like a bite to eat before we begin?” Maggie asked politely.

“No thank you, I’m fine.” I answered but did not tell her that my stomach was in knots and I would likely not be able to keep anything down if I did eat.

“Well then let’s get started.” Maggie said as she stood and took me by the hand, and led me through the doorway and down the hall. I followed wondering just what she had in mind. When she passed the guest room and continued to her bedroom my stomach did a little flip and I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating for a moment.

I don’t know what I expected really, but Maggie’s bedroom was like no other that I had ever seen or been invited into. Standing out without a doubt was a massive queen sized four poster bed complete with a canopy. The dark rich wood of the bed was shared by the bedroom suit, a night stand on either side of the bed with small Tiffany style lamps, there was a blanket chest at the foot of the bed with an upholstered cushion atop of it. An antique Victorian makeup table with a large round mirror sat next to a walk-in closet doorway along the wall to the right of the bed. An equally antique high backed love seat sat along the wall to the left of the bed with a small ottoman in front and a small table and lamp to one side. The windows, both the one in the wall beside the loveseat and the one centered behind the head of the bed had ceiling to floor curtains and sheers. They were pulled nearly closed as we entered the room, the bedside lamps were lit and gave a soft warm intimate light to the room. Maggie closed the door behind us.

Maggie led me into the room and past the bed to the loveseat. She sat down and patted the cushion next to her for me to sit as well. “Jim, let me begin by saying this. You are safe here, you will not be laughed at or berated for you lack of knowledge. I and Penny are both trying to teach you so any questions will be answered if we can. Don’t be embarrassed to ask anything. Don’t be embarrassed about your body… or ours. You need to grow past your lack of self confidence and your hesitancy to express your affections to the women, or girls, that you will encounter in your life. Of course being polite and reserved is fine for most social interactions, and both commendable and frankly expected. However, once you’ve progressed past the public and into the private, you need to be more familiar. You can’t be afraid to express your desire and affection for these ladies. A gentle but firm touch will say more than all the words you could ever speak. So for today I’m going to give you a lesson, in exploration. I am going to cover your eyes with a sleep blinder so that you cannot use your eyes to see, rather you will have to rely on your sense of touch to see, to feel. You will have to touch to explore. Again, there is no need to be embarrassed.”

That said, Maggie reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a black sleep mask. She stood up and turned to face me then slipped the mask over my head, the elastic band going behind my head and the blinder sliding down over my eyes to rest on my nose. She then stooped down and kissed me lightly on the forehead before drawing me up to stand in front of her. Her hands on my shoulders, slid down my arms to my hands. “These are now your eyes. Take a look at me, with them. Tell me what you see with them. Don’t be bashful, I won’t bite.” She added softly as she squeezed my hands gently then released them.

I was literally trembling both inside and out as I tried to decide what to do first. This was such a new experience, something completely outside of anything I had ever heard of let alone experienced. I raised my hands up and brought them together slowly feeling for Maggie’s head. In my mind’s eye I pictured about where she was moments before. The first contact was with my right hand on her left ear. I felt the pearl stud earring that seemed to live there forever. In another moment my other hand felt its twin on the other side of her head. I traced my fingers along the delicate folds and swirls of her ears. I let the tips of my fingers slip behind them and trace the line where ear attaches to the scalp and down the back of the pierced lobes the back of the earrings feeling so foreign after the soft skin. I trailed my fingers lightly down along her jaw line to her delicate chin. As my fingertips ventured upwards I felt the soft underside of her bottom lip and it suddenly pull tight as she smiled.

“I feel… see, your earrings. I’ve seen them many times, for years even, but I never noticed how they compliment your ears. I see… you smiling. Did I say something funny?” I paused.

“Not at all Jim, you’re doing just fine, continue.” Maggie said softly.

I let my touch venture up a bit more and could feel her straight nose, the nostrils flared briefly as she took in the smell of my fingers. I traced the bridge of her nose up to her brow to feel the hair of her brows under my fingertips, one rose questioningly. I realized that I was expected to comment. “Your eyebrows are softer than I would have thought them to be… I saw you questioning me with this one rising up.” I said rubbing my left thumb delicately along its length from her nose to the outer tip. I drew my fingertips down hesitantly to find her eyes. The long dark lashes tickled my fingertips even as her eyes closed. In my mind I could see those coppery irises just as plainly as if my eyes and hers were both open. I curled the fingers of both hands slightly and ran the backs of my fingers across her cheeks softly with a feathery touch. When I felt them brush into her hair I turned my hands outward so that all my fingers could push through that luxurious silky raven black hair. It was pulled tight into her usual pinned bun atop her head. I felt around it and located the two long chopsticks like pins holding it in place.



“May I?” I asked hesitantly. When Maggie nodded yes, I pulled them gently from her hair. I felt Maggie take them from my hands allowing me to continue my exploration. I fumbled a bit but found the way to unwind the bun and let her hair fall naturally about her head and down to her shoulders. I raked my fingers through that silky cloud feeling it pull between my fingers. Her scalp and her head felt warm and inviting. “I never realized how soft your hair is, it’s like silk.” My palms brushed over her ears again and my fingers felt the tight cords of the muscles of her neck. That delicate long neck that flowed so gracefully into her shoulders, they tensed momentarily before relaxing as my hands slid softly along the collar and shoulders of her silk robe. As each hand reached the point where her shoulders dipped down and became the tops of her arms I felt the material shift beneath m fingers and froze my advance. The material slid beneath my fingers and fell from her arms. Stunned I realized that Maggie had untied her robe and slipped it off. It now puddle around her stockinged feet, part of it resting atop my own bare feet. I realized now that I was expected to explore far more than just the superficial. My breath caught and I heard Maggie purr.

“Jim, what did I say about being shy? It’s okay. I trust you.” She spoke reassuringly. With my hands resting lightly on her upper arms I began anew. Letting them flow over her skin feeling the silky texture and the warmth radiate from her. My thumbs traced the fine structure of her collar bones inward to the small hollow where her graceful neck met her chest. I hesitated there, resting my hands flat but lightly on Maggie’s skin. I could feel her heart beat beneath my touch.

“Maggie…” I began but stumbled in my indecision and uncertainty. “I… I still feel as though I’m intruding…” I felt her finger touch my lips to hush me before she spoke softly.

“Jim, that’s the point of this exercise, to help you get over that feeling or to at least moderate it so that it will not prevent you from experiencing the wonder and excitement of intimacy. Tenderness is something that you don’t need to learn, but a little boldness would do you well. If a woman has allowed you to get this close, you already have permission to explore. A little hesitation is not bad, but don’t be afraid to explore, the sensations you will learn are shared, for example…” Maggie’s voice took on a timbre that I had never heard before as she spoke to me in that low warm alluring voice. Her fingers lifted from my lips and she trailed the backs of her fingers lightly over them across my cheek and jaw to my neck just below my left ear. I felt chills run down my spine as goose bumps sprung up on my arms and my breath caught in my throat with a small gasp of the unexpected. “…Shared sensations are what intimacy is all about Jim… remember that as you… explore.”

Maggie’s words rang loudly in my mind, I had never considered that touching was a shared experience really. In my mind it was only one sided, the person doing the touching was the sole beneficiary of the action. Now with the insight that she had so clearly demonstrated with her own touch I felt an entirely new motivation. I wanted to share the sensations, to give pleasure, that fit me to my core. I guess I’ve always been pre disposed to be a giver. With that thought in mind I began moving my hands once more. My left hand rose, the backs of my fingers lightly brushed the sensitive skin of Maggie’s throat, along her jaw and once more to her ear. I traced that pearl earring then gently tugged at it with my fingertips before releasing it and laying my hand flat, palm down against her cheek, my thumb caressing the corner of her lips.

At the same time my right hand slid equally lightly down the center of Maggie’s chest that rose and fell with each breath she took. I could feel the rise of her skin and the backs of my fingers delved into the cleavage between her breasts. As my fingers passed through the cleavage and exited at the bottom of the soft swell of her breasts I let my hand curve and follow along the underside of her left breast. Turning my hand so that my palm pressed flat to her skin I feathered across the top of that breast till my fingers once again found that valley that separated one breast from the other. Sliding down I felt her nipple rub against my palm and heard as well as felt Maggie inhale with a slight gasp, her breast rising ever so slightly to press against my hand. I brought my left hand down and mirrored the movements I made with my right hand, both hands sliding lightly palms down across the small hardened nipples until they tickled my fingers. My fingers and thumbs came together to lightly pinch and roll those hardened nipples. I heard Maggie start with a gasp, then give a low sigh.

Releasing the nipples I let my hands drift further down, under her breasts then outward to her sides and down to her hips. The tips of my fingers tingled from the electric sensations the fine details and nuances that the eyes could not possibly detect. The feel of goose bumps, the delicate caress of fine downy hairs that are all but invisible, the warmth radiating, the ripples caused by the pulsing of blood through veins and arteries just under the skin. At her hips I felt Maggie’s garter belt, a lacy elastic band encircling her waist. Reaching around her, my fingers tracing the lacy belt, I felt the twin small dimples in the small of her back alongside her spine. When my fingers met I crossed that garment like a speed bump and let my fingers trace her spine down, and felt them dip into the cleft of her cheeks, a cleavage as defined and sensuous as the one between her breasts.

My fingers delving farther down and deeper, my palms feather light on the skin of those soft slopes… I hadn’t even realized that I had pulled Maggie into my own body until I felt her breasts and those hardened nipples pressing into my own chest. She nuzzled her chin into the side of my neck, her cheek brushing delicately across mine, Maggie exhaled in an almost whispered sigh as my hands reached the bottom of her cheeks and I grasped gently and lifted them as if testing their weight. I then pushed them together briefly before I rotated my hands again and brought my hands around her hips again to the front, my thumbs catching and pulling at the rear straps from the garter belt and releasing them to snap back into place. Once I had a hand on each hip I paused, again uncertain, hesitant, I gripped my hands gently but firmly. I rubbed my cheek against Maggie’s and softly spoke. “Maggie, I’ve never imagined such sensations, I had no idea… I am still… uncertain… guilty even. I feel like I’m taking liberties…” At that point Maggie shushed me and brought her arms up and over my shoulders to take my head in both hands.

“It’s good that you are considerate, but you are not forcing yourself on me, I invited you to explore. The women in your future will do so as well, when you know you are welcomed, you need to allow yourself to enjoy it as much as they do. If you go too far, or do something they are not comfortable with they will tell you. Then you should stop, unless and until then you have a green light to continue. Remember, your touch is giving pleasure to the woman as much or even more than what you are experiencing.”

Having said that, Maggie then rubbed my cheek again with her own, and then ran her hands along my neck and across my shoulders. I felt as if my skin was on fire under her touch and marveled at the thought that perhaps my touch was eliciting the same sort of sensations within her as well. Taking a deep mental breath I released my light grip from Maggie’s hips and began to explore once more. My hands slid down her hips to the outside of her thighs where they diverged in different directions. My left hand glided around to venture up again and cupped the bottom of her right ass cheek, the tips of my fingers once again delving into that crevasse between those luxurious mounds. My right hand slid across the top of her left thigh and the fingers slid between her thighs rising slowly.

I could feel the moist heat radiating from that cleft that as I discovered well padded with a downy soft nest of hair. Hair that parted like silky threads as my fingers brushed lightly along the folds of her heated moist outer lips then bumped into a hard little sphere at the top just where the hair became the densest. Maggie gave an audible gasp then purred almost silently. Fascinated I paused and tried to identify what I had felt. My fingers traced back downward through that nest of silky hair to feel the hard little ball, my index finger tracing around the outside of it before my thumb came together with it to pinch lightly and wiggle the bead. It dawned on me that it was exactly the same size and had the same feel as the pearl earrings in Maggie’s ears. I don’t know how but Maggie must have sensed my understanding as she nodded into my neck and gave another little gasp as I wiggled it again slightly side to side. “Maggie…” I began, curious but still very shy. “Is that pierced into your clit?” I asked wondering how that was even possible.

“N… no… it’s pierced through the skin of the hood. But it does rub against my clit and it feels wonderful when it’s touched.” She whispered into my ear revealing one of her secrets to me.

My left hand slid down the back of her right thigh and my fingers brushed over the top of her stocking where it was clipped to the garter strap, soft skin transitioned into silky smoothness almost cool to the touch. I felt Maggie tremble again but it didn’t feel the same as when I first touched her nipples or even her sex, it was almost a flinch. I sensed that I had crossed some line that was unmarked and unspoken. So I stopped and brought my hand back up along her thigh to her hip, my right hand leaving that fascinating bauble as well and returning to her other hip. I could feel Maggie relax beneath my touch, then she brought her hands down along my arms to my elbows and I felt her lean back away from me a bit. The kiss to my forehead was unexpected. Maggie gently pushed my arms away from her removing my hands from her hips before she released me in silence. I heard the rustle of fabric on skin and then she spoke.

“I’m afraid that’s all we have time for today Jim, darling.” Maggie lifted the sleep mask from my eyes and over my head, even the soft lighting in her bedroom seemed dazzling after being blindfolded for a while. Blinking my eyes several times I noticed that Maggie had replaced and tied her robe, but her nipples were still hardened and trying to poke their way through the thin fabric of her robe, and I could almost swear that her cheeks were slightly reddened perhaps with a blush. Those copper colored eyes boring through me in silent question, seeking out clues of my own thoughts. Then she glanced down and smiled sadly before continuing. “Perhaps if there were more time… I’m sorry to leave you in such a… state.” She actually looked away as if embarrassed. Realizing that she was referring to my erection making a tent in my silk boxer shorts that until this moment I hadn’t even been aware of, I too became embarrassed and felt my face flush a warm red. “I know you work this evening and it appears that we’ve spent a bit longer on this exercise than I had expected. If you’ll dress and ready to go I’ll meet you in the living room before you leave.” With that she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom door and she headed down the hall as I stepped into the guest room to dress.

I really don’t remember getting dressed but I remember walking down the hallway and discovering Maggie sitting on the end of the couch nearest me, with Michelle again in the middle between Maggie and Penny on the far end. Penny was reclined somewhat with her legs crossed and one foot twitching idly in the air between the couch and the coffee table. Michelle was again dressed in the school girl uniform, a white button down blouse with a tie, a plaid skirt that covered her knees, white knee high socks with black and white saddle shoes. Her hands were folded in her lap and it appeared that she and Penny were in a quiet conversation prior to my entering the room. They all three of course stopped speaking and turned to face me. I nodded to Penny and Michelle in a silent acknowledgment. Penny smiled brightly and Michelle held my gaze for several heartbeats before glancing away nervously. Was that a blush?

“Jim, darling, I was just telling Penny that you did very well with our exercise today, and that once again you showed that you are far more mature for your age than we had given you credit for. You are very insightful as well as what we already knew that you were thoughtful and considerate.” Maggie said with a smile then turning back to Michelle she reached out her right hand and gently stroked her hair and brushed a few strands of hair up over and behind her ear with unmistakable affection. “It seems that we have two very commendable students at present.” She added but didn’t elaborate further. Standing up, Maggie took me by the hand and walked me to the stairs and down to the front door. Out of sight of Michelle and Penny, Maggie looked intently into my eyes for a moment, searchingly, then smiled softly and leaned in and kissed me softly on my lips. Not a fevered passionate kiss, but a soft lingering sensual kiss. Smiling again as we parted she opened the door and squeezed my hand. “Perhaps, if you have time this week before Saturday, we might advance to our next exercise?” She said with one eyebrow raised.

“I’ll get my work schedule for Dom’s for the coming week this evening. I’ll know more tomorrow, I should call of course?” I asked. Maggie smiled and nodded. I smiled and turned to go. Glancing back as I opened the door of my pickup I saw that Maggie was still standing inside the door watching me. She closed the door and I drove off to work. I don’t remember much else about that night, I guess it was busy enough to keep me distracted, Jules didn’t even badger me or at least I didn’t notice if she did. I spent all day Sunday on the farm with my family, there were a few repair projects that I needed to tend to and I hadn’t really spent much time with the family for the past few weeks, it was good to catch up. A few questions were asked about my tutoring sessions but nothing too intrusive so I didn’t have to really explain much of anything.

Monday morning after rising early to complete my chores of feeding and tending animals, I cleaned up before breakfast, shaving and bathing. Since I was scheduled for the dinner rush Monday and Tuesday at Dom’s I thought it would be a good opportunity to get some lesson time in with my tutors. After breakfast with my mom and siblings I called the number for Maggie and Penny to see if it would be alright to come by this morning. Penny answered the call and was very happy and said she and Maggie would expect me shortly. Hanging up I kissed my mom good bye on my way out through the kitchen carrying my book bag. The drive to town took just as long as any other day but my mind was not paying attention to the travel or the time, I was lost in thought, going over everything that the ladies had given me to do and the lessons that I had so far. In their subtle ways they were changing how I thought about many things, and how I thought about myself. I found myself looking forward to each visit and each exercise. I wondered what was in store for me this morning. As I drove into town the gray threatening skies grew darker and they opened up with a heavy rain. When I drove up to the house and parked the wind was really blowing up a storm, the rain was almost flying horizontally as I ran to the front door and rang the bell. I had only been on the porch for maybe a minute when the door opened and Penny stood there wild eyed and clutching at the collar of her robe.

“Oh my, come in, come in!” She said as she ushered me into the house and closed the door behind me. “Jim darling, you are soaked to the bone! Please, come and get out of those wet clothes and dry off!” Penny took my hand and led me up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom. I thought she was just going to leave me there to tend to my clothes and drying but I was a little shocked when she closed the door behind us and began tugging at my tee shirt to pull it over my head. Seeing my confusion she paused for a moment and looked at me as if I had actually asked a question. “What? I have seen you without your clothes darling, no need to be shy about this, I will behave.” She added the last with a sly if embarrassed grin, her light blue eyes twinkling with amusement even just before another flash of lightning lit up the bathroom window and was immediately followed by a crash of thunder. Penny literally jumped and her eyes took on the look of a frightened deer in the headlights. I gathered that for some reason she was frightened of storms or at least of lightning and thunder.

Her hands were shaking as she reached out and began to unfasten my belt. I put my hands on hers and stilled them, looking into her eyes I told her it was okay I could get the belt, she smiled nervously and reached instead for a bath towel. I opened and slipped out of my pants after kicking off my shoes, Penny was rubbing the towel over my head and face as I hopped about trying to take off my sodden socks. My briefs still plastered to my skin, Penny paused as she ran the towel down my chest and abdomen.

“Those will have to come off too I’m afraid.” She said biting her lower lip. “You still have spare shorts and clothing in the guest room. Why don’t you slip into a pair of the silk boxers and a dry tee shirt if you are chilled, in a moment of course, first we must get you dried off, turn around.” Penny rubbed and patted down my back from head to the backs of my knees. I know she took perhaps a moment or two longer rubbing the cheeks of my ass but I said nothing. “There now, that’s better. I’ll go and make us some hot tea while you slip into something dry. Meet me in the kitchen when you are ready.” With that Penny slipped out of the bathroom and left me feeling somewhat amused and more than a little excited. ‘Great’ I thought as I wrapped the damp towel around my waist covering up my growing erection to walk down the hall to the guest room. I ***********ed a pair of the silk boxers that the girls had given me and a dry tee shirt. On my way back down the hall I stopped at the bathroom and gathered my wet clothes in the damp towel and carried them with me to the kitchen. Penny was just setting down a couple of cups and saucers when I stopped at the entry. She saw the bundle of wet clothes in my hand and said that she would put them in the dryer as she took them from me and went into the laundry room off the kitchen. She told me to have a seat.

Penny had just come back into the kitchen when another flash of lightning lit up the windows and doors and suddenly the lights inside the house went out. Penny yelped and looked terrified again. I stood and took her by the hand only to have her grab me and pull herself into my arms for a frightened hug. “Penny, are you okay?” I asked knowing that she was anything but. “It’s just a little lightning and thunder, you are safe indoors.” I continued reassuringly.

“I know…” She stammered still clinging to me. “I’ve been frightened by it since I was a little girl. I know it’s silly but I can’t help it.” She smiled sheepishly in the dim light of the kitchen windows. The tea kettle began to whistle as the water came to a boil. Gathering herself, Penny pulled away and turned to the stove to collect the kettle and turn off the gas. She seemed to calm down as she poured the water into the cups and replaced the kettle on the stove. Removing a couple of tea bags from the box on the table she went about dipping them into the cups of water, pushing one to me as I retook my seat at the table Penny sat lightly on the edge of the chair nearest to mine and tried to collect herself.

“When I was a little girl, I remember there came up a storm one summer afternoon. My mother had just called my father and I to the kitchen table for lunch. There was an electric box fan in the window blowing the cool air into the house from outside. As we sat for lunch a bolt of lightning struck the fan in the window. No one was hurt and only the fan was damaged but ever since I have been frightened by thunder and lightning.” Penny kept looking nervously at the window as she told me the story. Fortunately there were no more close strikes and the thunder seemed to be getting farther and farther away. We both sipped our tea and exchanged small talk for about half an hour. I didn’t ask but Penny told me that Maggie had had to go out for a while and would be back this afternoon. I was to be instructed by her this morning. After finishing our tea, Penny stood and collected our empty cups and saucers and set them in the sink then turning she took me by the hand and asked me to follow her.

Once more down the hallway we went, this time however I was led to Penny’s own bedroom. While Maggie’s room was decorated in Victorian antiques, Penny’s room was more modern in its furnishings. Again the contrast in style reflected their different personalities, Penny always the more open and outgoing of the two. The Walls were painted a rich medium blue that closely matched her own eye color, the trim work all done in white. The carpet was white as well, as were the curtains. The big queen sized bed covered with a downy white bedspread and had a multitude of pillows of varying sizes and shapes. Twin night stands on either side of the bed had Tiffany style lamps much the same as Maggie’s, but with white shades. A padded bench that also served as a blanket chest rested at the foot of the bed, to which she led me and had me sit. The bench at the end of the bed faced a low make up table with a large mirror. Penny pulled the chair and turned it around to sit facing me. The room was dim because of the darkness caused by the storm clouds, and no electricity, but it was light enough that we could both see clearly. I sat with my hands on my thighs and Penny sat with her hands clasped in her lap and studied me thoughtfully with a warm smile in her face for a few moments.

“Jim, you know of course that Maggie and I compare notes about your lessons and… exercises.” Penny began and paused before continuing. “We share information and thoughts concerning the lessons of yourself as well as other… students that we instruct. So you know I am aware of what she has done with you in previous lessons and she knows what I have done with you as well.” I must have looked uncomfortable or something as Penny paused and reached out to put one hand over mine and say. “Nothing to be embarrassed or worried about darling, it’s all confidential and no one outside this house will ever know about it. Remember, discretion.” Again she patted the back of my hand and sat back again and looked thoughtfully at me before continuing. “Maggie shared with me the exercise she did with you Saturday. From what I understand you seemed to have done pretty well with it after you began to get over your initial hesitation. Was there anything that bothered you about it? Any questions now that you’ve had time to think about it for a few days?”

I sat thoughtfully for a few moments before asking. “Penny there was one thing, I don’t know if I should ask you however.” I paused.

“You can ask me anything related to your lessons Jim. Maggie and I both will answer or explain anything you ask of us.” Penny said prodding me to go ahead.

“Well… towards the end of the exercise, as my hands were… exploring… as my hands traveled down Maggie’s hips and onto her legs, she would tense up. I felt as though I had crossed some boundary and shouldn’t proceed any further. Was there some problem or did I do something wrong?” I asked still genuinely concerned that I had somehow done something I shouldn’t have.

Penny smiled warmly and tilted her head to one side a bit before saying. “That is something that you will have to ask Maggie I’m afraid, despite what I have just told you. There are things that we must learn about those we are with and are interested in, their likes, their dislikes, and their… insecurities. We all have something that we are uncomfortable with, be it doing things, or their own bodies, or confidence?” Penny said with a raised eye brow emphasizing the last. “Nobody is immune to insecurities, only some are less apparent or noticeable than others. If you can identify those insecurities and somehow put that person at ease your bond with them will be all the stronger. Remember trust is earned.” Penny sat there a few moments looking at me, watching, waiting I think to see if I would say something or indicate what was on my mind. And yes, there were things on my mind, so many things. Where to begin? Finally the biggest thought pushed the others aside, insecurities.

“Penny… I had in my mind, the understanding that Maggie and yourself were going to teach me things to help me with… well… my self confidence I guess.” I paused trying to align my scattered thoughts into a question.

“Go on.” Penny softly encouraged me to continue with my train of thought.

“It seems that the more I learn, the more it keeps coming back to trust and insecurities…” I took a deep breath and frowned, not sure if I really knew how to put what I was trying to say into words. “Insecurities are… fear… fear of being judged, fear of being made fun of… fear of making mistakes.” I felt that tingle run up the back of my spine from another piece of the puzzle of life falling into place. I must have had the proverbial light bulb go on over my head as Penny looked at me and smiled, she somehow knew that I had made an important connection.

“Do you know why insecurities… fear… are so hard to overcome?” Penny asked turning her head ever so slightly to one side looking at me waiting for my answer. I sat there thinking about it for a moment and was just about to give up and admit that I didn’t know when again, something in the back of my mind clicked into place and I ventured.

“Because they are so personal, one does not want to share them… again… trust.” Suddenly many things from my past suddenly made sense, people made more sense. I looked at Penny and smiled almost sheepishly. She returned the smile with one of her beaming dazzling smiles!

“You young man will go a long way in this world, if you trust yourself, you are what some may call an “old soul”. You are wise beyond your years. I think that as you turn your observation onto yourself you will understand your own insecurities, fears better and will find that they are not as intimidating as you have let them be in the past. You will find that you are not so different from the girls that you take a liking to. All you need is a little more direction and perhaps some experience.” With this last statement Penny took on an almost predatory smile, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and perhaps some little hint of anticipation? Whatever it was it made me wonder what sort of things were running through her mind at that moment. Crossing her left arm over her ample breasts she took her right arm by the elbow. Her right hand came up to her face and her finely manicured nails danced upon her lips as she thought. Tilting her head to one side she let a slow smile form on her lips and she stood up before saying. “The last time you were with Maggie she had you do the blind touch exercise, yes?” Penny more stated than asked. “I think I know the perfect exercise to follow up that one with.”

Walking to the nightstand on the right side of the bed she opened the drawer and pulled up a sleep mask similar to the one that Maggie had me wear for my last exercise. She also drew out a feather and smiled as she drew it across her lips before closing the drawer and walking back over to stand before me as I sat on the bench.

“Jim, last time you were with Maggie she had you wear a blindfold to mask your eyes so that you would rely on your sense of touch. In this exercise, you will also be denied your vision but instead of you exploring someone else’s body, you will be the body being explored. I want you to sense the touch of another on your own person, to feel the sensations. I want you to tell me what you are feeling as it happens.” I sat there and absorbed what Penny had just told me and I could feel myself tensing up. The blind fold didn’t bother me so much but the thought of that feather had my skin tingling with something akin to fear as much as anticipation. I pretty much knew that this exercise would have me standing there in the buff. I think Penny confused that hesitancy for reluctance to submit to the exercise for modesty reasons.

“Jim darling, I’ve seen you with nothing on, now more than once. You have nothing to be embarrassed by… and I promise, I will be gentle.” She said smiling but her eyes still held that glimmer of mischief even as she took her right hand and brushed the backs of her fingers across my cheek. “Now, darling, why don’t you stand up and take off your shirt… and your shorts.” I know I was blushing a bright red because Penny chirped a little “heh” the winked at me.

I stood and peeled my tee shirt off over my head then swallowed and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down my hips till they fell and pooled around my ankles. Stepping out of them I bent and picked them up and set them with my shirt on the bench.



“Now, lean over towards me a bit so I can put this mask over your eyes.” Penny spoke as she took the mask in one hand and the elastic in the other and slipped it over my crown and settled it over my eyes.

“Lights out.” I said as I stood up straight and held my hands to my sides nervously. “What now?” I asked.

“Now you feel, open your senses, particularly your sense of touch.” Penny purred. “Unless I tell you otherwise, you are not to reach out. The object of this exercise is to get in touch with feeling another touch you.”

The next sensation I felt was one of Penny’s fingers lightly touching my lips. They brushed softly down to my chin then traced a feathery line along my right jaw to my neck and then to the bottom of my right ear. The fingers glided up the outer edge of my ear and circled back down and glided like a phantom breeze to my collarbone. I felt another hand join and mirror that touch on my left side, and then both hands slid smoothly along the tops of my shoulders then feathered their way down the outsides of my arms. When Penny’s hands reached my wrists I felt her encircle then with her fingers and she softly asked me to lift my arms. She guided my hands to the top of my head and asked me to hold them there until directed otherwise.



Standing nude, and blindfolded with my hands atop my head I was at Penny’s mercy for the duration of this odd exercise, I have to admit that even though I felt incredibly vulnerable I was also more than a little turned on and I could feel my manhood awakening, engorging, growing. I can also attest to the fact that I was blushing quite red in the face even if I couldn’t see it, my face felt as if it were on fire. I remembered that I was supposed to be describing my ‘feelings’ as part of this exercise so I stammered. “Uh… Penny? Um… I feel embarrassed I guess is the right word.”

“Now Jim, darling, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so don’t even concern yourself about that. What else are you feeling?” She asked as she walked around me drawing what could only be the feather I noticed earlier lightly across the skin on my shoulder blades and then my ribs. I couldn’t help but to cringe a bit in reflex.



“Well, for one I feel vulnerable, to be sure. And I feel apprehensive… I must tell you I’m terribly ticklish, I always have been.” I if it were possible I’m sure my face would have grown even a brighter shade of red at this admission.

“Ticklish eh?” Penny asked with a mischievous lilt in her voice. “That’s good to know, you should share that with any woman you are intimate with. It would simply not do to have you accidentally lash out out of reflex and hit someone.” Penny purred in my ear as she ran the feather across my chest and teased my nipples. I must have stiffened at the mention of hitting someone because the feather stopped and I could feel Penny studying me closely.

“Have you done that Jim? Have you accidentally hit someone because you were tickled?” Penny asked soberly.

“No… Not from being tickled… But I have hit a girl, once.” I spoke in almost a whisper, in shame, my head hung down, a frown creasing my face. “It’s not something I like to think about and I’m certainly not proud of it.” I added. I felt Penny’s hand on my chin softly lifting it then holding my face in both hands she asked.

“Will you tell me about this Jim?” Her silky robe brushing my deflating manhood, the sleeves of the robe whispering against the skin of my chest and neck.

“It was a girl I dated not long after I started classes at the University. We hit it off pretty well and after a few dates, one thing led to another and we ended up… in bed.” I paused biting my lip and swallowing a lump in my throat. My hands were still atop my head, balling into fists from frustration more than anything else, and my inner turmoil of not wanting to tell the story.

“Go on…” Penny gently prodded me to continue.

“While we were… having sex… she began convulsing, at first I thought it was just… I don’t know… having an orgasm or something. I… I… thought it was pretty cool… But that’s not what it was. I realized that when her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and all the thrashing about… She was having a seizure. I didn’t know she was epileptic. Penny… she nearly died…” I choked on a gasp reliving that nightmare.

“Jim, that doesn’t sound like you hit her, a seizure can be very frightening, to anyone.” Penny said in a motherly tone trying to reassure me.

“That’s not all… She swallowed her tongue while she was having the seizure. Penny she was turning blue, she was choking… I had… had to do something. I remembered first aid training in boy scouts of all things, I knew I had to get her throat cleared. I had to pull her tongue out of her airway. I couldn’t open her mouth though, she had clamped down tight… So… I hit her. I hit her jaw. It loosened her jaw muscles enough I was able to reach my fingers in and hook her tongue and pull it out. I felt… awful. I just held her till the seizure passed and she got a hold of herself. I made her get dressed and I took her to the emergency room just to make sure everything was okay. I had to sit in the waiting room because we were not family. I thought for sure the police were going to come and arrest me. Instead the doctor that examined her came and talked to me. He… He told me I probably saved her life. I was not in trouble or anything but I still felt… feel… awful about it. It’s just not right. I hit her…” I trailed off too ashamed to continue speaking. I felt Penny’s hands slide from my face and wrap around the back of my neck. I was suddenly pulled down and I felt her lips collide with mine. It was a soft tender kiss, no tongue but after she withdrew I tasted salt on my lips. Penny had tears streaming down her face when she kissed me. Then out of nowhere I felt a sting of a slap on my left cheek.

“Damn You Jim!” Penny spat and then I heard her inhale sharply, almost a gasp, before continuing. “Are you even real? You save a woman’s life and you feel bad that you had to strike her to do so? Really? You need to put that nonsense out of your mind NOW! This girl, she forgave you didn’t she? No, don’t answer that, I already know she did. Answer me this… would you have ever raised your hand to strike a woman for any other reason? Have you before or since?” Penny asked crossly.

Still somewhat stunned by the slap and then by her stinging words I took a moment to answer before saying. “No Penny. I’ve never hit a girl before or since. I couldn’t…” Then I felt her grab my head and her lips pressing mine once more but this time with a passion that Penny had never shown before. Her tongue was giving me a whole different kind of lashing than just moments before. I could still taste the salt on her lips. I could also feel Penny’s barely covered breasts mashing against and grinding into my chest. I also could feel something growing between us that also caught Penny’s attention as well. Pulling apart to catch our breath Penny released my head from her hands and she cleared her throat trying to regain control over herself.

“My word… You are one… complicated young man. I don’t believe I’ve ever met anyone quite like you Jim. What am I going to do with you? There are… things… I’d like to do for you, but you are still being taught and this is an exercise. Whew!” Penny paused gathering her thoughts. “Yes, this is a very good exercise for you. You’ve demonstrated, repeatedly, that you are a very sensitive and thoughtful young man. However, you seem to have a great deal of problem or reluctance to open up and share yourself with those you… interact with. Don’t you think that the women you are interested in might be interested in you as well? You need to let them know how you feel, what you’re thinking. You’d be surprised how much that means to them. Remember what we said about trust? Talk to me Jim.” Penny said sternly as I felt her hands palms flat against my chest, her fingers digging into my skin before relenting and sliding down to cover my nipples. She began moving her hands in small circular motions rubbing her palms over my hardening nipples. I gasped and tried to speak.

“Penny. That feels, wonderful. There’s an electric sensation running to my head, and to my… balls.” I half moaned, and then her hands were removed. I felt a tickling sensation on the inside of my right leg by the knee as she slowly teased the soft feather along the skin going higher and higher. She stopped just shy of my ball sack, causing me to moan again from anticipation. “Oh my god…” I stuttered. I could feel the material of Penny’s robe brush against my hip as she walked behind me, and then her warm hands on either side of my body just below my armpits. She gripped my flesh with her strong delicate fingers for a moment then relaxed and let them slide slowly down my flanks to my hips where again she took a strong grip with either hand.

“What do you feel?” Penny snapped, her voice near my right ear, I could feel her hair on my shoulder and my neck.

“I feel anxious… but I like it.” I spoke as my heart began to race.

“The question ‘what do you feel?’ has two meanings Jim. You’re telling me how it feels on your skin and body and how it makes you feel, but not what you are feeling. What are you sensing in the touch you are feeling?” Penny asked in a voice that was both demanding and expectant… as if she were leading me to the right answer.

“I… um… I feel warmth… and… softness…” I began. Suddenly I felt Penny remove one of her hands from my hip and then a stinging slap across the right cheek of my ass.

“You’re still talking about what you feel… What are you sensing?” She hissed in my ear.

“Penny… I…” I began but then she removed both hands from my hips and a new sensation flooded my consciousness. Penny’s hands were on my ass, one hand on each cheek, squeezing gently but firmly as she sighed in my ear. “Oh… I feel… desire, perhaps a little anticipation, maybe some curiosity as well.” I spoke finally understanding what Penny wanted me to express. With that said Penny kissed my neck below my ear and withdrew her touch. I sensed she walked back around to be in front of me. After a moment or two I felt Penny place one hand on each of my knees, palms down her fingers pointing towards my feet. She began slowly raking the tips of her fingernails lightly up my thighs. Oh my god! I shuddered in anticipation of my own, her fingers and hands drawing ever closer to my erection which literally jumped a time or two of its own accord. Much to my disappointment however she didn’t touch it, her fingernails grazed along either side of my groin and on up to my abdomen before once more pulling away from my skin. I stammered. “I feel… sense… curiosity? But with… restraint?”



I could feel Penny step in closer to me and she wrapped her arms around my waist and again gripped a cheek of my ass in each hand, her fingers barely touching in the crevice between my cheeks before she squeezed and pulled them apart. Then her lips were on my collar bone to the right of my neck, kissing softly. She made a series of kisses across to the center of my chest and then began trailing them downwards stopping briefly to deviate from side to side and kiss my nipples each in turn before resuming her path ever downwards. My stomach muscles were doing flips, my mouth set in a ridiculous “O” as I gasped at the pleasure overwhelming me at the unexpected touch of her warm soft lips. I could feel Penny’s hands releasing my ass and sliding around my hips as those warm soft lips descended ever further down past my belly button. Then they pulled away with a brush of the silky robe, perhaps the collar, against the head of my now throbbing erection. Again the tantalizing scrape of her finely manicured nails traced a path from my hips towards my groin and my aching cock. This time however she didn’t pull away, Penny’s hands came together and surrounded my erection starting at the base and sliding slowly up towards and then surrounding the softer helmeted head where she paused as if waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for me to say something? Oh my god! My mind was mush at this point, my breath was ragged and my pulse was pounding to the pace of my racing heart.

“Oh god Penny… That feels so… So good!” I stammered between gasps.

“And… ?” She asked teasingly, as she squeezed a little more firmly on my cock head.

“I… uh… I feel… hesitancy… maybe a little uncertainty.” I stuttered. “It also feels a little like… teasing.” I added suspecting that this was maybe the biggest part of what I was sensing.

“Yes Jim. Yes to all three, I’m sorry but I had to do this. It may seem cruel in a way but I think you will understand now the point that I’m trying to teach you with this exercise. You already have demonstrated that you know the three foundations for any relationship. Honesty, respect… and?” Penny spoke in that soft voice that demanded attention and a response, all the while both of her hands were still holding my erection softly in her grasp. My mind was a blur of thoughts and sensations but from somewhere deep down amidst the swirling emotions and confusion the answer emerged.



“Trust.” I spoke the single word but there was more to it that just that one word. “Trust and permission.” The epiphany flared into my mind’s eye like a neon sign. Trust is expressed by one giving someone else permission. Permission to touch, permission to share, permission to express affection and desire. If trust is a foundation then permission is a key. It’s a gift given to someone you trust, someone that accepts you for who you are, faults, fears and insecurities alike.

“So you do understand. Now you know why you felt my hesitancy and uncertainty don’t you?” Penny stated more than asked. “I would need your permission or I would be disrespecting you, I would be taking advantage of you.” She nearly purred in her warm soft sultry voice that sent chills down my spine, chills of delight.

“Penny, I trust you… and… you have permission to do anything you like.” I managed to get out without a moan. Penny remained silent but she leaned in and kissed my neck and collar bone as her hand squeezed again softly and began sliding up and down my erection slowly. I thought my knees were going to buckle and I would collapse but they remained steady. The pace of Penny’s hands did not however, they sped up, and then they slowed down. Eventually she let one hand drift down to the base of my cock and she took my balls into her grip and gently squeezed them and stretched my sack while the other hand kept stroking, faster, and then slower, and faster again. My breathing was getting faster and faster as well, along with my racing heart. To say that time stood still would be misleading, but in fact I lost all track of time or at least it lost all meaning to me at that moment. Honestly I have no idea how long Penny worked on my erection but I do know that the inevitable climax was mind blowing. I lost the faculty of speech just before I felt my load begin to erupt. Penny just kept right on stroking and fondling as I pumped shot after shot of cum out to who knows where. I know some of it stayed in at least one of Penny’s hands as suddenly it was lubricated and was sliding more easily along the skin of my throbbing manhood. Eventually it did wind down and stop, as did Penny’s stroking and fondling. As her hands released my cock and balls Penny again kissed my neck and then my lips. The kiss was a slow velvety soft sensual kiss, her tongue just brushing the outside of my lips before withdrawing.



“My my my, Jim darling, you seem to have been backed up a bit, so much… enthusiasm. Thank you darling, I rather enjoyed that, I hope you did as well.” Penny purred as I heard her step over to her vanity table and pull some tissues out of the box.

“I should be the one thanking you!” I stammered, my knees really were about to give out and my arms felt like lead where I still had them raised and my hands on my head. I felt Penny’s hands with tissues wiping up some stray cum from my cock and then from somewhere else not attached to me. “Penny I need to sit down.” I managed to get out between panting.

“Oh I’m so sorry Jim, of course, and put your hands down as well. I guess I got caught up in the moment, how inconsiderate of me.” She giggled a bit as she reached out and removed the blindfold from my eyes. The room seemed to be brightly lit to my long covered eyes, I blinked a few times before my eyes could adjust. That’s when the tingling sensation began in the backs of my legs, somewhere around my knees. Tingling, almost an itch really, an electric charge crawling up my legs to my spine, then like lightning, flashing to my brain and to my now semi flaccid cock. The light suddenly narrowed to a pinpoint like tunnel vision just before I saw fireworks. My entire body went rigid and stiffened just before all hell broke loose and every muscle in my body spasmed. Again I lost track of time. The next thing I knew Penny was holding my face to her chest, cradling my head in her arms as she stroked my head with one hand.

“Jim? Darling? Are you okay?” Penny kept asking until I was able to answer her. She stepped back a bit still holding my head in her hands. “Are you epileptic by any chance?” She asked

“No, not that I know of anyway.” I answered sheepishly, embarrassed yet again by my body’s freaky actions. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you. I tend to forget about this thing until it’s too late.”

“What exactly did I just witness?” Penny asked still not sure whether to be concerned or not.

“For some reason, whenever I climax after having sex I have this… this… ‘aftershock’. That’s the best way I can describe it. It’s like an echo of the orgasm. I’ve even passed out sometimes, it doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“That is unusual to say the least. Still though, you might want to talk to your doctor about that.” Penny suggested as she studied my eyes intently.

“I have, my doc said that he couldn’t find anything wrong with me that might cause that and since it didn’t hurt it was probably nothing to worry about.” I said with a shrug. “But I really should warm anyone I’m with that it will probably happen.” I admitted.



“And this happens every time you climax?” Penny asked still sounding skeptical.

“No, it only happens when I have sex with someone else, it never does that when I just… uh… masturbate.” I said blushing bright red I’m sure.

“Then I would say you are right, you really should try to warn anyone you have sex with that it might happen. It is a little… startling to say the least.” Penny said finally and stood up. “Jim darling, why don’t you get dressed and then, well, get dressed. I think we are finished for the day, meet me in the kitchen after you have dressed. And darling… Thank You.” She said as she smiled sweetly before leading me out the bedroom door into the hallway. As I walked in my post orgasmic fog to the guest room to change I kept hearing the last two words Penny spoke in my mind. “Thank you.” She had said, why did she say thank you I wondered. I dressed in some of my spare clothes then headed to the kitchen and to Penny.



As I entered the kitchen Penny was stepping out of the laundry room carrying my now dry clothes already folded neatly and stacked in a bundle.

“Here you go Jim, all dry and nice and warm.” Penny said as she handed me my clothes.

“Penny, I’m confused. Why did you say thank you earlier?” I asked still trying to understand why she had said those two words. If anything I should have been the one to say thank you to her.

“Why Jim darling, I would have thought you of all people would have understood. Do you not say thank you when someone does something nice for you or gives you something?” Penny asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised one eyebrow questioningly.

“But I didn’t give you anything or do anything nice for you… did I?” I asked wondering just what I had missed, again rethinking all that had transpired during our exercise today.

“Ah but you did Jim, think. What have you done today, since you’ve been here in my home?” Penny looked at me intently and her head tilted to the other side waiting on me to make the connection. I felt my own brows knitting and my head tilting to one side as I once again went through the events of the day, ticking them off in my head. It was a low rumble of distant thunder that triggered the memory of Penny being scared by the lightning and thunder earlier. Perhaps it was my comforting her then, but now, it had to be more than that.

“What was the object of today’s exercise?” Penny prompted me with the question. I smiled and bowed my head as the pieces fell into place, again.



“Trust… and permission.” I offered up knowing that those two words encompassed more than just what they defined by themselves.



“Exactly!” Penny beamed with a twinkle in her eyes. “You did do something nice for me, you comforted and calmed me when I was frightened by the storm. And, you gave me your trust. You trusted me with not one but two of your… insecurities or fears. You told me that you were ticklish. I know that doesn’t sound like much but think about it, it was a bit of personal information… do you tell everyone that you are ticklish? You also told me about the one time you hit a girl. I know that you were and still are embarrassed and troubled by that even though you really shouldn’t be, but you shared that with me. And lastly, you allowed me to pleasure you and thereby pleasure myself by doing so by giving me permission to do so. That is no small thing darling. So for those reasons, for those gifts you gave to me, I thanked you. If things had been reversed, don’t you think that you would have thanked me as well?” Penny bowed her head a bit, still smiling but one lone eyebrow rose again in question. I thought about what she had just said and tried to put myself in her position. I had to agree with her reasoning. I would have indeed been thankful. That fundamental way of thinking sank in and became part of who I was. Forever more would I consider any kindness expressed to me and favors given to me as gifts, things to be thankful for and I should do just that, give thanks.

“In that case, Miss Penny, Thank you…” I smiled and continued. “You’ve opened my eyes.”

“Oh I did nothing of the sort, I may have given you a nudge but you were already coming to the realization and understanding.” Penny spoke and was actually blushing a bit as she walked me down the stairs and to the front door. “I hope I did give you some food for thought however, I must say that you young man have proven to be a delight to teach. I can see why Maggie was so adamant about working with you.” Penny smiled then bit her lip as she realized that perhaps she had spoken too much and looked anywhere but in my eyes. What was it she had just said? That Maggie was ‘adamant’ about working with me?

“Have a good evening Jim. We will see you again tomorrow?” Penny asked as I was stepping out the door. The storm had long passed by now and it was no longer raining. I paused for a moment on the front porch, smiling at Penny and nodding yes.



“Tomorrow then…” I said and then turned to go.

That whole evening was a blur really, I kept thinking back to that morning spent with Penny. Remembering how each sensation and each touch made me feel. The wonder of her hands upon my body and especially wrapped around my cock. I had been touch by other women, girls really, before but nothing even came close to comparing with how Penny felt. Then again, every girl before her had been in a rush or simply too inexperienced perhaps. I must have been in a fog most of the night and it did not escape the notice of the rest of the crew at Dom’s, particularly Jules.

“Hey buddy… you’re awfully quiet tonight. What’s up?” Jules asked as we were both loading up to make deliveries, putting pizzas in hot bags and checking addresses.

“Nothing, just had a lot to think about lately.” I said with a shrug knowing full well that that was not going satisfy her curiosity. That might have been enough for most people but not for Jules. Later after the dinner rush had come and gone and everyone but the closing crew were checked out and sent home, Jules caught me in the parking lot before I could leave. I knew I was in for an interrogation so I just leaned up against the side of my pick-up and settled in for the duration.

“Okay Jimbo, spill it.” Jules said taking up a similar lean against her own car facing me, crossing her arms and giving me that look with one eyebrow raised and her lips pursed. “I know you well enough to see that something’s up. What’s got you in such a funk?” She prodded.



“Jules! I’m not upset. I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.” I said with just a bit too much exasperation. She responded with just a couple of slow blinks of her eyes and remained attentive, waiting. “Fine…” I said with a deep breath and exhale. “I’ve just been… learning… about myself and how people think.” I admitted. Jules simply looked me in the eye and smiled knowingly before saying.

“Hmmmm… sounds like you have been getting some good lessons. I hope you’re paying attention to the teachers. Those two ladies know their shit. You know, you’re not the first… person… to get taught by those two.” She added with a wink as she pulled herself away from her car to get ready to go.



“Oh?” I let slip before my brain got into gear. “Just how many are we talking about?” I asked. Suddenly putting some puzzle pieces together, I knew for a fact that Michelle was a “student”, was perhaps Jules a former student as well?

“Now Jim, remember… discretion.” Jules teased knowing full well that I would get the message without her having to spell it out. Oh my god! She had been one of Maggie and Penny’s students. I was starting to understand that perhaps my meeting those two ladies had not been entirely by happenstance. I sensed a set up had taken place. I’d been played! Oddly, I was not upset about it at all, in fact, just the opposite I was touched. Jules had thought highly enough of me to steer me in their direction. The fact that Michelle was also in the mix was purely coincidental however. I guess fate did play some small part in that. I felt my heart skip a beat and had a lump suddenly form in my throat at the thought of my being ‘set up’ to meet those two ladies, by Jules. Before Jules could turn around and open her car door, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a bear hug. This startled Jules to the point of freezing up in a near panic. Her head pulled back to look me in the face with a questioning look.

“Jules… One thing I learned, today actually, is that I need to say thank you when someone does something kind or nice for me, so… Thank you.” I smiled and released her as she stood there with a stunned expression on her face. I turned and got into my truck and said out the window that I’d see her tomorrow as I drove off. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face all the way home that evening.

-To be continued-

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