Gary shrugged his shoulders then looked down at the white blobs of flesh before him, cleared his throat then said, “I mean it was just a guess, Lane … I mean … I’m sorry … you could have been anything … like maybe an actress, or something.”
Lane smiled then said, “actually you’re getting close … girls like me were known in our special industry as blue girls … we were only known to certain clients and only those with hefty bank accounts … we were not hookers, we acted out fantasies, much like actresses … but unlike the professional models today who pose for men’s magazines … we went a step further and did it in front of movie cameras and flash photography and all before it was legal to do so … lesson number four … choose your words carefully.”
Gary felt embarrassed as he sat numbly on the hard sofa. He recalled in school all the boys made fun of girls who had a certain reputation, and they often made jokes about hookers and prostitutes. He had heard many jokes but suddenly he realized Lane was not joking. If she made naughty movies he was actually proud of her profession and what she had accomplished in life. He wanted to say something pleasing but he couldn’t think of anything worthy of Lane’s past. His silence was broken when Lane asked, “You want to take my teddy off Gary?”
Gary covered his lips with a clinched fist, coughed, blinked then dropped his hand but didn’t realize his mouth was open until Lane reached out and gently pushed his chin up. Then she sat erect again and said softly, “Do I scare you honey?”
Gary cleared his throat and glanced at Lane’s breasts then looked into her eyes, “I guess you do, I didn’t think you were going to go this far with me … I mean, don’t get me wrong … I wanted us to get to third base on the first day, but you said it wasn’t going to happen.”
Lane giggled a little then said, “I believe boys call it, third base, men call it fucking.”
Gary reflected slight shock in his expression then said, “You said there wasn’t going to be any sex,” as he felt a shiver run up his back.
“Lesson number five …when a woman talks to you, listen carefully to what she is saying not to what you think she’s saying because sometimes what she isn’t saying is what she means,” Lane said as she scanned Gary’s crotch.
Gary’s face reflected a look of confusion. He strained his brain to recall exactly what Lane had told him about sex, but his mind was blank of memory and focused only on her offer to remove her teddy. Gary’s breath started to become shorter as he realized he was about to undress a real woman for the first time. Suddenly he realized he had not ejaculated in his pants but his penis was stiff and ready to explode.
“I sense you’re having trouble Gary … Stand up,” Lane commanded softly as she gazed into Gary’s eyes, sat erect and separated her legs to give him space to stand.
Gary’s mind raced with all sorts of visions of clothed, partially clothed and naked girls as he rose from his sitting position and stood between the separated legs of his teacher. He was so close to her he could feel the heat from her body and as he gazed down at the cleavage below he felt his entire body thumping while his erect penis twitched in his briefs.