You are Definitely Going to Hell

As we drove home, it was back to me telling her what we would do when we were behind closed doors. "When we are alone, I will continue kissing you and succeed in making your pussy wet. You will be so wet when we have finished that you will leave a damp spot on my lap."

"And how will you know that you've had the desired effect?"

"Your breath will be shorter; you will look a little flushed. If I run my hand up the inside of your thigh, I will be able to do a touch test."

"Oh, you think you will get the chance to touch me today?"

"I figure that if I have got it right enough, then you won't want to stop me."

"Very good, but remember that there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance."

"Yes, I realize that. This isn't the usual way to approach a lady." Jill looks satisfied with that as we approach the roundabout that leads to the dual carriageway.

We get back a little before four and go straight in. Jill disappears into her bedroom to lose her coat and change out of her work clothes. She comes back in with a more colourful skirt and a polar neck jumper that hugs her figure, leaving very little to the imagination. This instantly has the desired effect as I feel my cock come to life.

I'm sat on the sofa and went to get up, "no, stay there." She comes over and sits next to me. "So, we will continue with what we started with this morning and see if we can progress." She gets up and sits in the small gap between me and the armrest with her legs over mine. It's not lost on me that her skirt has ridden up to just above her knee and that she has nothing covering her legs.

I put my arm around her to support her back, and she puts both arms around my neck again. She waists no time and leans straight in for a kiss. We again start slower and build up the movement of first our mouths, followed by our tongues. This time the kiss is far deeper than before, and it's not long before I feel my cock starts to ache.

As we kiss, a small moan escapes Jill's mouth. At first, I thought I misheard, but when she moaned for a second time, the excitement that shoots through me almost makes me shoot my load there and then.

I am at a loss where I should put my spare hand, but as my senses are distracted, it finds a home on the top of Jill's outer thigh. As the passion rises, my hand slips around and squeezes her ass. This makes her break the kiss for a second to show her approval before continuing. My hand seems to have a mind of its own and starts to rub up and down her outer thigh. It's not long before my attention is momentarily distracted by the feeling of naked skin. As my hand comes back up, it slides underneath her skirt. I half expected Jill to stop me, but all I got was another moan into my mouth. This encouraged me to continue higher until I reached her knicker-covered bum cheek. I squeeze it again and get the same response as before.

As my hand moves back down, she twists away from me a little. At first, I think she does not want me to squeeze her ass again, but when she lets one leg drop to the floor, allowing her legs to open slightly, I wonder if she wants me to test if she is wet enough. Our mouths continue to work together, making me feel tingly all over. I move my hand up the inside of her thigh to test the water. I feel her open her legs a little more as I approach, and the heat takes me by surprise as I reverse the direction my hand is traveling. The smooth texture of the inside of her thigh is incredible as I consciously decide to touch a pussy for the first time. My hand, once again, is moving in the right direction. My fingers barely touch her skin. I feel tingles in my fingertips as the side of my hand feels the heat from a place so foreign to me.

Finally, my hand reaches the top of Jill's leg and comes into contact with the gusset of her panties. I instantly feel the soaking wet cloth coat the leading edge of my hand with her juices. My hand cups her pantie-clad mound, and I squeeze it lightly. She gasps into my mouth but doesn't stop me as our tongues continue to dance with each other.

As my hand squeezes her womanhood, I can feel the edge of her panties between my ring finger and my little finger. I push my little finger under the material, followed by my ring finger. The edge of her gusset pushes over her slit as my ring finger slips across some flaps of skin. They get caught between my middle finger and ring finger as she gasps for air into my mouth. She starts to push her mound into my hand as I gently squeeze in time. My middle finger slips into her slit as our movements slowly speed up. At this moment, she stops kissing me and is breathing very hard. Her hips continue to push against me when her legs stiffen and lock together all of a sudden. She pulls me tightly into a hug and gasps loudly as her whole body seems to shake.

I had once seen a boy at school have an epileptic fit, and for a moment, worried that she was experiencing the same thing. I started to panic, but her shaking stopped shortly after. In what seemed like a split second, Jill gasps, shouts "no," pulls my hand from between her legs, jumps up, and runs out of the room. I hear her bedroom door slam close, and am left there alone, stunned at what just happened.

At this moment, I notice that my hand is soaking wet. The first thought is that Jill has pissed on my hand. I bring my hand up and give it a tentative sniff. "No, definitely not piss," I say to myself. Then I hear Jill scream from her room. I get up and walk to her bedroom door.

I can hear her crying inside, so I quietly knock on the door, "Jill, are you alright?" I get no answer, so I knock a little louder, "Jill, is everything okay?" This time I can hear her try to get herself under control.

"I-I'm fine, Rob," she says in a shaky voice. "Look, we'll call it a night now, and I will see you in the morning."

"Jill, did I do something wrong?"

"N-no, Rob, you didn't. I just freaked out a bit. You didn't do anything wrong. I'll see you in the morning, and we will talk. Please just leave me to think, and I will see you in the morning. I promise."

"Okay, I'm sorry I got a little carried away," I say, trying to say something, anything to help.

I put my coat on, pick my bag up, and make my way home. It's a little earlier than usual, but I guess that would look less suspicious.

******

I didn't sleep much last night, and I kept my curtains open a little. I was relieved when I saw Mr. Peters come home and then shortly after Mrs. Peters in the kitchen window. My parents came in shortly after, and when I went back upstairs, the Peters' kitchen light was off.

I am tempted to cycle into school today, but curiosity got the better of me as well as my respect for Mrs. Peters. She answers the door as usual and as nothing has happened. I wonder for a moment if I have dreamt the whole thing as I step through the door.

As usual, I sit on the sofa and wait for Mrs. Peters to finish getting ready. She walks in five minutes later, looking a little worried. "Rob, before we leave, can we talk about last night?" She looks at me with hope in her eyes.

"Um, yes, of course. It did confuse me a little." I say without really putting much thought into what I was saying.

Jill sits down next to me and holds onto my hands. "First of all, I want to make clear that it wasn't anything to do with what you did."

My mind suddenly realizes that I am just about to have an actual adult conversation. I take a deep breath, "so why did you run out?"

She laughs nervously and shifts a little uncomfortably as she works out how to explain herself. "Yesterday was your first lesson, but it went a little further than I thought it would." She talks a deep breath, "what I didn't expect was to orgasm."

"Orgasm?" I say, a little shocked, "you had an orgasm."

"Yes, Rob, but what upset me was that it was something that I hadn't felt in a long time, and I didn't realize how much I missed it."

"Oh, you mean you don't orgasm with Mr. Peters anymore?"

"Yes, no, I mean I do still orgasm occasionally, but it's not as often as I would like and nowhere near as intense. Last night was one of the best I've ever experienced."

"Oh, right," I say, almost like I am disappointed. I could see that she wanted to stop. "So what do you want to do, stop?"

She gasps, "god no. It was just a shock. No, I want to keep going now we have started. Just know that I am still having a slight problem with the fact I am cheating on my husband, even if it is for a good reason."

I smile more out of relief than anything. Jill gets up and goes to grab her coat. As I hear her walk back out, I get up and follow her out to the car.

As usual, we are stuck in the morning rush hour staring at the sea of red brake lights. "Do you want to go through what we will be doing tonight?" I say to break the silence.

"Yes, why not, so what is lesson two?"

"Lesson two will be the anatomy. You are going to show me where everything is and what I am looking for."

"That's right; I will admit that for me, this will be the hardest thing. To show you my naked body without being turned on will be awkward."

"Maybe if you treat it more as a real lesson and not a sexual thing, it might help."

"Mmmm, possibly. It doesn't get away from the fact that you will be only the second man to see me naked."

"Oh right, I didn't realize that."

"Yes, I met Jack on my first week in college, and we were never apart again."

"Wow, I hope to have a similar relationship," I say, staring into the shop windows we are crawly past. Then I say something that I've never told anyone, "I am worried about you seeing my cock." I didn't even think about it until it came out of my mouth, but there I said it.

There's a silence, and I could feel Jill looking at the back of my head. I know she wants to ask, but I can sense she is wondering whether it is right too. Then the realization that we will be having sex in the next couple of days puts her question in perspective. "So, what do you think is wrong with your cock?" She finally asks.

I turn to look at her, but her eyes are forward on the traffic in front. "I guess it's the same phobia every teenage guy has. It's too short and doesn't look normal."

She smiles, a I've heard this before the smile, "Jack was the same. It's always been perfect for me, so I have no complaints." She pauses while she negotiates a crossroads. "My one worry with having sex with you is that it will change that perception. I'm pleased that you think you are small. That means I'm not going to be having a nine-inch monster."

"So what size would you say was okay?"

"Oh, I don't know, five or six inches is what I'm used to having. How do you measure up to that?"

"Six and a half inches," I say, looking away again. This conversation is making me sweat.

"And why don't you think it looks right?"

Again silence, god. Am I really talking about my cock? "It looks weird, although I've got nothing to compare it with. The only ones I've seen are in magazines, and they look nothing like mine. Mine is twice as thick at the base than just below the helmet. Then the helmet is even wider than the base. It just looks weird."

"That sounds like the perfect combination to me," she says. I look at her like she's bullshitting me. "No, really. The way you've described, it sounds like how I wish Jacks were." I look back out of the window, and again I feel she wants to ask, "will you show me later?"

I can't believe she just went and said it. What the hell am I meant to say?

I can't very well say no when she's going to have to be naked in front of me. "Maybe," I start. Then something clicks in my head. "Maybe, we can go naked at the same time, so it's less embarrassing for the both of us."

"That's not a bad idea." There's another pause while we negotiate a roundabout just before we turn into the school's road. "I wish I had thought of that first." She smiles at me as though she's had the pressure taken off. Silence again as we pull into the school's driveway, and we drive past all the kids having to walk to school. Jill parks up, and we go in our separate directions.

As soon as I enter the classroom for morning registration, Clive pulls me to one side. "So how likely is it that they will turn up on Saturday?"

Nicky joins us as I say, "I don't know, Clive. I'm not sure how reliable they are. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I'm thinking of getting a haircut on the way home Friday. Want to come?"

"Nah, I say. My mother would have a heart attack if I asked for another when it took her a month of nagging to get my last one." Both Clive and Nicky burst into laughter at the memory of my mop top before my birthday.

The bell sounds, and we take a seat so or form teacher can take the register. It only takes five minutes, and we all pile into the main hall for morning assembly. It's the most boring part of the day. To make it worse, the six formers have to sit on chairs around the side and watch the younger kids.

The rest of the day seems to drag, and lunch is taken up with talk of the big four-way date. I shake my head in disbelief at all this planning. I must have been asked to say which girl was which a hundred times. They were making quite a racket, and I noticed some teachers, including Jill Peters, looking our way.

"Guys, guys, settle down. We are getting looked at," I say.

They look to where I am and apologize to those still looking. To my relief, the bell goes, and we make our way to the last three periods of the day. Usually, a double lesson is followed by the last class of the day. Today is double Math, and it is painful at best, even if I find the lesson easy.

It's raining when the last bell of the day goes, so I make my way to Jill's lab. She's busy putting the last things away in the cupboard when I tap on the door frame and walk-in.

"Hi Rob, good day?" She says when she spots me.

"Yeah, nothing I couldn't handle," I reply.

She smiles at me, "couldn't grab that pile of exercise books for me while I finish locking up." I walk over, pick the books up, walk to the door, and wait. Thirty seconds later, Jill walks out of the backroom, putting her coat on, and holding her keys in her mouth. She locks the classroom door, and we make our way out to her car.

It's a relatively quiet drive home, and it's not until we get to the dual carriageway that she turns to me and says, "ready for tonight?"

"I think so; the talk we had this morning gave me some confidence."

"Yeah, me too." She half-smiles as we hit the roundabout, allowing us to get on the right side of the road to turn off into our street.

Like every other day, we pull into her drive; we get out of the car and walk into the house. Jill goes straight off into her bedroom, and I, as usual, go into the lounge and sit on the sofa.

I hear Jill click the locking mechanism on the front door's chub lock. That way, no one can get in even with a key. She walks in with a terry towelling bathrobe and hands it to me. "Hear, this should fit you. Get naked and slip it on." She goes over to the gas fire and turns it on to warm the room slightly. Returning to her bedroom, she gives me a warm smile.

My nerves start to kick in now I have to take my clothes off. I take everything off so they are quick and easy to put back on. My shoes are slip-on's, and I put my socks the right way round with one in each shoe. My trousers are folded on the back of the armchair, my shirt and pants are folded on the seat. I slip the robe on and nervously sit back down.

The five minutes it took for Jill to come back into the room were the longest of my life, and the moment I saw her approach the door, I felt my heart speed up even more, if that is possible. She gives me a nervous smile as she re-enters the room. It's obvious that she is naked underneath as she closes the lounge door.

She walks over and sits down next to me, "shall we stand and disrobe together?" All I can do is a nod in agreement. She smiles again to set me at ease as she stands in front of me and holds her hands out to help me to my feet.

We stand there looking into each other's eyes as we simultaneously undo the belts and let out robes fall open. Neither of us wants to be the first to look down, so we both push the robes from our shoulders and let gravity do the rest.

We both take a deep breath as we stand there naked. "Okay," Jill says. "After three, we look at each other.....one.....two.....three."

My eyes drift down, taking in each inch of her naked body. First, I follow the lines of her neck down to her shoulders. Then down to her incredible tits. I can't tell you what size they are, but if you cup both hands together like you are filling them with sweets, then one boob would fill the inside. Her nips are sticking out and about the size of the end of my index finger. Her areola is the size of a fifty pence piece and is a little wrinkled. They sag just a little under their weight and have faded tan lines. My eyes drift further down over her flat stomach to a small patch of dark hair. Once I have my fill of looking at her pussy I start to notice things like her painted toenails and how her waist goes in against the flare of her hips. The one thing that strikes me is how smooth her skin looks and almost blemish-free.

A hand touching my cock makes me jerk out of my trance. My eyes quickly focus back on hers. "I don't know what you were worried about; this is a very nice cock." I gasp as she lifts my semi-erect cock up. "How much bigger does it get?"

"There's still a bit to go yet," I say. With that, Jill starts to pull my foreskin back over the head. I take in a short breath, "careful; it will need lubrication if you want to do that."

She looks back up, biting her bottom lip, "I know this wasn't in the lesson plan, but do you mind if I just see it fully erect?"

At this moment in time, I just don't care what she does as long as she keeps doing what she's doing. I manage to say, "no, it's fine," in a tiny voice.

Jill spits into her hand and surrounds the head. She works her saliva into the head and under my skin. She works backward and forward, her saliva making excellent lubrication.

I feel my cock getting harder when all of a sudden, she stops. She goes down, so her head is the same level as my cock, and says, "that is one nice cock." Standing back up, "Right, I think we've wasted enough time." Thinking for a moment, she says, "Rob, you sit down here." I sit on the centre seat of the sofa, and she puts a knee on either side of my legs and straddles me sitting on my lap.

My eyes are level with her incredible breasts, and my eyes go from one to the other as I wait for the lesson to begin. Jill starts telling me the facts about her breasts. She points out each part and the best way to stimulate the sensitive areas.

"Would you like to touch them and suck my nipples?" She suddenly says.

"Does a bear shit in the woods," I say without thinking. This caused Jill to laugh and her boobs to jiggle up and down. I find this truly mesmerizing.

I bring my hand up, caress the skin with my fingertips, and then cup her left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. I move my hand to the side a little to enable me to run my thumb over her areola and nipple. Her nipple instantly starts to harden; I glance up and see Jill's eyes are closed.

Leaning forward, I kiss around the nipple, and when I suck the hardened nipple into my mouth, I hear a moan deep in her chest.

She gives me a couple of tips on using the right amount of suction and how to use my tongue. She lets me try my technique on both breasts.

She stops me and gets off my lap. Sitting down next to me, she says, "Rob, kneel between my legs." I do as I am told, and she positions me where she needs me. "I will show you around my pussy. You need to know that all pussies aren't the same. They all come in different shapes and sizes, but they are all basically the same. They all have inner and out lips, they all have a clit, and they all have a G spot. You are already halfway to your goal if you can find both the clit and G spot." I settle a little lower as she opens her legs up, so I have a clear view. She runs her fingers through her pubic hair. "This is my Mons Pubis." Her hand runs further round and splits her slit with her center finger. I hadn't noticed the two flaps pocking out until her pussy started to open up. Pulling her lips apart, I get my first glimpse of the pink inner.