Homeschooled Ch. 06

The day after Becky lost her virginity to her tutor, Mr. Troy, her parents had a surprise for her at dinner.

"Becky, this is Mr. and Mrs. Drake and their son Benjamin," her mother said, beaming at the other family as she pushed Becky forward. "And this is our delightful daughter, Becky."

Smiling politely, Becky tried to focus on her parents' friends. After all, it wasn't often they had someone other than family members come over for dinner. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time it had happened. The Drakes beamed at her, Benjamin looking her over in a way that was somewhat reminiscent of Mr. Troy, but with a lot less heat and knowledge. Becky realized that he was attracted to her though. He wasn't bad looking either, with sandy blonde hair that was only a bit darker than her own, and grey eyes with surprisingly thick lashes.

Not surprisingly, Becky and Benjamin were seated next to each other at dinner. Fortunately, both of them were spared having to find a way to awkwardly talk to each other with their parents there, because the parents had completely taken over the conversation.

"Becky has a special interest in science, especially animals."

"Benjamin's been going to college for his business degree, so that he can take over his father's business."

"Becky was homeschooled too and she's always excelled."

"He's a very good swimmer."

"She's a wonderful painter."

Throughout their parents' extolling their virtues, Becky shared many a commiserating glance with Benjamin. It turned out he was just a year older than her, and from what it sounded like, had lived a similar life. She was frankly envious that his parents were even letting him go to the local college; he might be living at home, but at least he got to go out and see other people. Then again, she reflected, if she was going to class at a college, she wouldn't have Mr. Troy for a tutor. And she'd rather have Mr. Troy.

After dinner, Becky's mom encouraged her to take Benjamin out and show him the "bike path" around their property.

"Although calling it a bike path is kind of an exaggeration," she said, apologetically once they'd made their escape. "It's only a little more than half a mile long."

Ben, as he asked her to call him once they were alone, shrugged, obviously fairly easy going, although he did look relieved to be out and away from their parents. "Hey, anything that will get us out of the house. You do know this is a set-up, right?"

"Gee, really?" she asked, taking a mocking tone of shock and surprise as she rolled her eyes at him. Both of them laughed.

Walking around the path, Becky found Ben to be really easy to talk to. His parents had given him a little more freedom than she'd grown up with, he had a few friends in his neighborhood and was even allowed to drive their car when he needed to, but he still had plenty of experiences to commiserate with her over.

"So, are your parents the reason you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked, rather boldly as they went around the curve in the path that would start leading them back to the house. After all, he was a nice guy, good looking, funny... what other reason could there be.

"Sort of," he said, his cheeks turning kinda pink, which she thought was cute. "I mean, they haven't stopped me from going out on dates, as long as they get to meet her first, but I just haven't found that many girls that I can connect with." The look that he gave her made it clear that she wasn't included in that generalization, which was a relief, because she definitely felt like they'd been connecting on this whole walk. It would have been embarrassing if he didn't. "Most of them didn't grow up like us... I don't have anything in common with them."

"None of them were homeschooled? asked Becky, surprised. She'd thought that it was a fairly common thing. Then again, how would she know? Maybe it was only common in her family's church.

"Not like we were," Brandon said, a little resentfully. "I've met some people who were homeschooled, but they had groups that they did field trips with and had small class sessions with. I didn't have that."

"Me neither," said Becky, surprised at the description. "I mean, unless you count my cousins."

"Do you count them?"

"No, not really." she said with a sigh. Not that she didn't love her cousins, but... yeah. She understood what he meant.

The house was coming back into view and she felt reluctant to go inside and face the parents again.

Suddenly Brandon grabbed her hand, pulling her back so that the house wasn't visible. Startled, Becky looked up at him.

"I know this was a set up, but I'm really glad I met you," he said, not letting go of her hand. It was warm and she decided she liked it. "I'd like to kiss you, if that's okay."

While Becky really liked Mr. Troy's confidence and domineering presence, there was definitely something appealing about Brandon's nervousness. It somehow made her feel more confident. Was that how Mr. Troy felt around her? Maybe. She smiled up at Brandon. "I'd like that too."

Smiling, he lowered his head down. His lips were soft and warm, much more gentle than Mr. Troy's ever were. Not as assured. Becky pressed her hand to his chest and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue between their lips. Surprised, Brandon jerked away.

"Was that your tongue?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes... haven't you ever kissed anyone before?' she asked, feeling a bit angry and defensive at his reaction.

"Yeah, but not with tongue," he said. The look he gave her was considering, quickly morphing into both apologetic and interested. "Can we try that again?"

Part of her wanted to say no, but another part of her kind of liked the idea that she'd be showing him something he hadn't done before. Nodding, Becky tilted her head back, going up on her toes slightly to meet his lips. This time when she opened her mouth, he did too at the same time. The touch of his tongue was gentle, almost awkward, but he followed her lead quickly enough. The kiss didn't send her into paroxysms of arousal, but she did start to feel some heat building inside her body as his hands clasped her closer, obviously feeling very excited by kissing her like this. Becky's own excitement grew in response. It was very different from Mr. Troy, but enjoyable in its own way.

When she felt Brandon's hard cock pressing against her soft belly, she shivered with the power that she had over him. It was was obvious from the way his kiss was becoming deeper, less self-conscious, that he was really getting into having her pressed against him with his tongue down her throat.

Just as she was considering seeing if he wanted to touch her breast, they heard their names being called. Immediately they both guiltily jumped apart. Brandon smiled at her and reached out his hand, his shoulders slowly relaxing. Smiling back at him, Becky took it, and they walked back towards the house.

Her parents were very pleased.

******

When Becky told Mr. Troy about Brandon, he chuckled and said it sounded like she enjoyed the idea of having a student of her own. "But go slowly with the poor boy, or you're liable to give him a heart attack," he said.

Practically purring like a cat, Becky rubbed herself against him. "Like you did with me?"

"Exactly like. In fact, why don't we practice a bit?" Mr. Troy lay down on her bed on his back, his cock bouncing off of his lower belly, erect and mouth-watering. "If I were Brandon, what would you do to me right now?"

"Well you probably wouldn't be naked already," Becky teased, giggling nervously. It was one thing to feel empowered with Brandon, Mr. Troy handing over control of their interaction was almost scary. Exciting too. She crawled onto the bed, her breasts bobbling over him.

"Pretend we have clothes on," he suggested, reaching up and brushing her hair out of her face so that she could drop a kiss on his lips. "What's first?"

"Touch my breasts?"

"Are you asking or telling?"

"Touch my breasts." Arousal and heady power flowed through her as Mr. Troy reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. "Squeeze them harder... and pinch my nipples."

Although she was well aware that Mr. Troy could - and probably would - take back control at any time, she was thoroughly enjoying the invigorating experience of bossing him around.

"How's that?" he asked, the amusement evident in his voice, laced through with lust.

"That's good," she said, panting a little. With her pussy leaking like a sieve, she carefully placed her lower body so that the length of his cock was pressing between her pussy lips, the fat mushroom head rubbing against her clit. Moaning, she rocked against his length, feeling him along every sensitive centimeter of her slit as she rubbed her juices all over the under side of his cock. Even though she ached to feel him inside of her, this felt really good too, in a different way. "Tug on them... oh yes... just like that..."

Becky's head fell back as Mr. Troy's nimble fingers plucked and twisted her nipples, pulling on them in a way that made little darts of pain amplify her pleasure. She whimpered and writhed on top of him, coating his cock in her creamy arousal, the mushroom head peeping out from between her pussy lips, beneath her blonde curls.

"Up," he ordered, his voice dark and tight, pulling her nipples upwards so that her body was forced to come along with them.

It took him less than thirty seconds and one hand to get his cock lined up with her eager hole, and she moaned in satisfaction as she sank down on top of him. He felt so big, spreading her muscles apart... she was completely recovered from losing her virginity, and he was well lubricated by her teasing, but she could still feel a bit of an ache as his big cock split her open. It was fantastic.

Even though she was on top of him, he controlled their motions, his hands gripping her hips and moving her up and down on his cock. She pressed her hands against his chest, rubbing her clit against his groin every time he let her drop down fully on top of him, whimpering with how good it felt. The wet slap of their bodies, the musky smell of her arousal, and the sensation of riding atop a wave of masculine power had her incredibly excited.

In her head, some small part of her mind was picturing her riding Brandon like this, only without his hands on her hips like Mr. Troy's, and she was in complete control. She wasn't sure what she liked better - being at Mr. Troy's mercy, or the idea of having Brandon at hers. Mr. Troy's body surged beneath her, drawing her attention back to him, and she cried out as he dug his fingers into her soft flesh, grinding her down on top of him.

Inside of her, she could actually feel him swelling against her sensitive walls, stretching her wider, and she clenched around him as her arousal spiked and exploded. Her back arched, pressing her clit even more firmly down on Mr. Troy's body, her sensitive pussy lips stretched wide around the root of his cock and rubbing against his wiry hair. Inside of her, she could feel him pulsing, filling the condom, and she squeezed again, writhing as the excess pleasure sizzled along her nerves.

"Ah... Becky!" Mr. Troy thrust upwards, spearing her completely, his hands hard on her hips, and the little surge of power that she felt only made her pleasure sweeter.

That day, when Mr. Troy left, he gave her a little kiss on her lips. "You might be my best student yet, Miss Herson," he said.

Thrilled, Becky squeezed her thighs tightly together. It seemed the more she got of Mr. Troy, the more she wanted. And now, she had the added anticipation of thinking about what she might want to show Brandon the next time she saw him. After all, her parents had told him that he could call her tonight. Maybe they'd even let him take her out on a date!