SUMMER SEX EDUCATION Professor Vick Holmes was a tired man. Since his divorce last year life had been lonely and boring; he went and taught high school because his bitch ex-wife got him blacklisted from every college in the state. She'd also sucked him dry of funds so he couldn't move elsewhere. He was lucky to have this job as it was. Summer came, and he was still desperate for money. So he taught summer school--sex education, in fact, and sex was something he'd been without for a long time. It didn't help standing there in front of all those students, particularly the nubile young girls in their short skirts and talk about it. There was one in particular he couldn't take his eyes off. Her name was Molly. She was a cute girl, petite, slender, with dark curly hair that played all about her shoulders and bright green eyes. She had nice, full breasts and long legs that really looked good to him. Molly was a quiet girl; she rarely raised her hand, but seemed to follow his lessons intently. He wasn't even sure how old she was. And yet he felt drawn to her, drawn to her luscious young body. He lay awake at night, masturbating wildly to fantasies about her: she seducing him, he seducing her. He could taste her, feel her warm body against his... Suddenly the doorbell rang. He looked out the window and saw Molly standing there. It was Saturday, not a school day; what was she doing here? He looked out at her, feeling his cock rise to bulge in his loose pants. She wore a multi-color plaid blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a white mini skirt that clung to her slender thighs, and a pair of white high heels. He longed to slide between those slender thighs. She rang again and he opened the door. Molly stood there, tears on her softly freckled cheeks. "Molly, what's wrong?", he asked. "Oh, Professor Holmes", she cried, and threw herself against him, sobbing. He put his arms around her, his heart racing as he rubbed her back, trying to soothe her, desiring her more and more and at the same time wanting to hold her there against him and be just what he was supposed to be: her teacher. He closed the door and led her to the couch, sitting down with her. She cried freely, her slender arms around his neck, holding tightly to him. He could have her now. He could seduce her and have his way with her. He pushed that thought out of his mind. Molly stopped crying and sat up, wiping her cheeks. "It's my boyfriend, Bob", she sniffed. "He's seeing someone else." "Why?", Vick asked, his eyes travelling from her face to the front of her blouse. Her young nipples were erect; she wasn't wearing a bra. "Because I wouldn't sleep with him", she sniffed, her eyes rising to meet his. "I'm a virgin, you know." Vick sighed. Normally, he might have tried to seduce her. But a virgin... "That's understandable", he breathed, wishing is erection would go down. "It's not that, though", she sighed. "I want my first time to be with somebody special, you know, somebody who knows how to make me feel special. I want to make love." She looked into his eyes. "I want to make love to you." Am I hearing this? Vick wondered. "To me?" Molly nodded. "Please? I've really liked you for a long time. That's why I took summer school. Just to see you. I know you'll make me feel special." "How old are you?", he asked, his erection becoming so hard it hurt. She didn't answer. "Take me please", she begged. Fuck it, he thought. She's got to be at least sixteen. Okay, maybe fifteen. But that's still legal, as long as she consents. Almost. He didn't think anymore. He just leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers. They were soft and warm and eager. He kissed her harder, parting them with his tongue, darting it into her mouth. He felt her rough little tongue beneath his own, rubbing against him. She relaxed in his arms, giving into him. He would make love to her, as romantic and special as he could, making her first time so enjoyable and memorable. He wished it could be that way for every girl. Still kissing her, he slipped his arm under her smooth, hose clad legs and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down, climbing on top of her, his lips and tongue caressing hers. Slowly he moved around her face, kissing her soft cheeks, the side of her face, then moved down to her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned. He kissed down further, toward her soft cleavage, gently undoing the buttons of her blouse. He parted it slowly, revealing a pair of firm, round breasts with erect pink nipples. He placed his right hand on her right breast and massaged it, his tongue licking softly around the left one. "Oh, yes", she moaned in pleasure, stroking his hair. His ran his tongue between her breasts, sending small shivers of pleasure through her. Slowly, softly, he kissed his way down her firm, flat stomach to her waist, licking her belly button. She giggled, panting heavily. Carefully he undid the belt to her skirt and slid it off, carefully taking the top edge of her panty hose as he did so and pulled the whole of it to the floor. She watched him do it, smiling. A pair of soft pink panties clung to her virgin cunt, slightly damp. He moved up, sliding an arm around her shoulders and reaching down with his hand to rub her cunt. She began to moan and squirm excitedly. He kissed her mouth again, rubbing harder. She rose and squirmed, pressing her cunt against his hand, and then suddenly she exploded in a delicious orgasm that left her weak and panting. He kissed her a bit more, then slipped his arms around her and held her close, snuggling her. She needed to be snuggled, he knew. She relaxed against him and he did no more for a long time. Finally he sat her up and had her put her shoes on, then took her into the kitchen. She was smiling but looked confused. "Aren't you going to make love to me?", she asked. "I just did", he said, pouring a glass of wine for them both. "There's more to making love than just sex, Molly. There's romance. There's sensitivity. There's love." That word didn't sound odd; he really did love this young girl. He offered her the glass of wine and she sipped it slowly, grimacing at first, then drinking more. He didn't give her enough to get drunk on; just enough to help her relax. She finished it and sat there, looking flushed but ready. He drank his own and led her into the bedroom again and laid her down. Gently he removed her panties and sniffed at her tight cunt. There was just a trace of dark hair around it and the smell there was soft, sweet, not fishy, like his wife's had been. He kissed it, then began to run his tongue along it, and she shuddered and began to moan. Very softly he thrust his tongue in and found her erect clit, licking at it, teasing it with his tongue. She let out a sudden shriek and a warm gush of cunt juices met his tongue. He lapped them up; they were sweet, just like her. He cuddled her once more, stroking her hair, kissing her lips. Then he moved away and undressed. She stared at his massive eight inch cock hanging stiffly erect in front of her, then reached out and took it in her hand. He moaned with delight; his ex-wife would never have done that. She was get in, fuck me, get out type. Molly pulled him closer, holding his cock close to her lips, and then she kissed it softly. In his entire life he'd only gotten one blowjob, and that had been from his first girlfriend, Carrie. The two of them had been sixteen at the time, and she had been eager to please him. It hadn't been the best, but it had been something. Sometimes he wishd he'd married her. Carrie thrust her tongue out and moved it around his head. He moaned softly. Then she took it slowly into her mouth, sitting up so she could get it in further. She looked up at him with her bright green eyes, as if she didn't know what to do next. "Do you want to do this?", he asked, and she moaned a yes. "Just moved your lips back and forth and suck, then." She did as he told her and it was instantly wonderful. He took her hand and put it against his balls, making her rub them. He knew that way he'd come faster without wearing her out. She increased her rhythm. He felt his cock pulse, then suddenly he exploded in her mouth. She looked up at him with surprise. He didn't intend to make her swallow it, but she did, draining him. He pulled out and sat down beside her, once more holding her close. She put her arms around his neck and breathed softly. "It tasted so good", she said. He kissed her softly and laid her back, ready to enter her. He knew he could stave off coming easily now; he didn't want to get her pregnant, and he didn't know if she was on the pill. He also didn't have any rubbers handy. He mounted her, putting his arms tightly around her. He would do this quickly, hurting her in only one quick shot. Looking into her eyes, he placed his cock against her slit and shoved. He broke her hymen smoothly. She gasped, her eyes opening wide and then closing for a second, and then he began to move in short, soft strokes. Her orgasm exploded quickly, and unfortunately, so did he, blowing another load into her. He held her close and she began to cry softly. He knew she might; most girls did the first time. She stopped a while later and he pulled out, cuddling her close. They fell asleep there in each others arms. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They awoke later that afternoon and went to shower together. He went down on her and she went down on him. She also assured him not to worry about having blown his load in her; she was on the pill, and even showed him the half-empty container to prove it. So they fucked again, five more times. They both loved every minute of it. Finally it was time to go. Molly dressed, but left her panties behind for him, as a souvenier. As she headed for the door, he stopped her. "Molly, tell me. Just how old are you?" She giggled. "Thirteen." His jaw hit the floor. He felt faint. She giggled again. "I'm only kidding, professor. I'm sixteen. See?" She took her drivers license out of her purse and showed him. She put it away and giggled again. "I lied about my boyfriend, too. I don't have one. I just wanted...to make love to you." He kissed her. "Me too." THE END