“You’re wasting time on the phone,” she pointed out. "Why don't you come around?"

The line at her end went dead. He had been hung up on! Then again, she seemed eager and that stroked his ego.

He parked his car at the pharmacy store three blocks from her house and walked the rest of the way. He took his book bag with him, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. When he got to the house, he noticed the fence around the back yard for the first time.

It was tall, probably eight feet tall. Evergreen trees of some kind had been planted inside the fence, and they were three feet taller. It was a fence within a fence, and it was very private. It also helped with the wind. They lived in the estate at Maryland.

He found the padlock where she’d said it would be and carefully closed it on the hasp. The house had a swimming pool and that was where she was. She was swimming laps in the pool as he turned the corner into the back yard. It didn’t take her long to swim a lap. The pool was only twenty feet long, or so, and maybe fourteen wide. It looked like it was one of those preformed fiberglass jobs that they drop into a hole in the ground. But it also had a concrete pad poured around it, and it looked nice for a hot day.

There was a single wooden chaise lounge at one end of the deck, with a colorful beach towel draped over it. He’d never seen a lounger like it. It kind of waved in the middle, with the head higher than the foot and a hump between them. He would later comment on how sturdy this lounger was. He saw what might have been a robe lying on the concrete beside the lounger.

He looked at her cutting through the water. Her hair was covered in a shower cap behind and he could see her fine, smooth skin where her body was. Her feet broke the surface and disturbed the image. He walked to where the robe was and set his book bag down. He was watching her when she came to the near end and stood up. Her hands went to the hair and removed the covering. The hair fell and she gathered it into a long ponytail. Then, e did that thing women can do with a scrunchy from around her wrist.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, proving she knew he was there. She hadn’t looked directly at him, yet.

“Very much,” he said.

“Come on in. The water is great.”

“I didn’t bring a swim suit,” he said.

“I didn’t either,” she said.

He felt distinctly uncomfortable, disrobing in the open air, even though he knew nobody could see through or over that double fence. She was watching him, and that didn’t help. He’d never thought of himself as a particularly buff guy.

He didn’t play sports, except when his dad dragged him out on the tennis court at the tennis club in Ikeja and he wasn’t very good at that. When he dropped his drawers and stepped out of them, he had to suppress the urge to cover his genitals with his hands. Why was he feeling so nervous in her presence?

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying the view,” she commented.

“What?” He was confused.

“You’re soft, silly,” she said.

He looked down. He was, indeed, as flaccid as a flat tire.

“Come stand over here,” she ordered, patting the side of the pool.

He shuffled over there and she reached to grab his hips and pull his toes so they hung over the edge. Her face was level with his cock.

“Yum,” she said.

“Yum?”

“Even soft, you’re big,” she said. His ego perked up.

“I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I’ve never compared it to anybody else’s.”

“Surely you’ve seen other boys ... young men, in the locker room at school.”

“It is a major social gaffe to stare at another guy’s cock in a situation like that. If you’re even caught glancing, it can generate unhappy rumors.”

“What a pity,” she said. “If I were in a boys’ locker room, I’d stare at them all.”

“You could get away with it,” he said.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, something he had never noticed before.

“I’d want to play with them all,” she purred.




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“I’d want to play with them all,” she purred.

“If you were naked, they’d all be stiff as a bar of iron and ready to be played with,” he said.

“Aren’t you jealous that I’d want to touch them all?”

“You aren’t mine,” he said. “I still don’t understand why I’m here, like this ... why you chose me, I mean. I feel like I’m on a buzz from some really good weed.”

“Please don’t tell me you smoke the stuff, Bobby,” she said. Her words carried censure, but her tone did not.

“A couple of times,” he said. “I don’t buy it. It’s too expensive. I’ve been to a couple of parties where somebody had some and took a few tokes.”

“Wanna get high today?” Her eyes were guileless.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“Bayo brings home all the dope he seizes at school,” she said. “He tells people he flushed it, but he doesn’t.”

“Mr. Johnson uses drugs?” His knees felt weak.

“He has more than one habit the school board wouldn’t approve of,” she said.

“I’m not sure I’d trust anything he seized at school,” he said. “That’s another reason I don’t smoke a lot. You never know where it came from or what’s in it.”

“He’s been doing this since long before he was a principal,” she said. “He’s pretty good at identifying the source of most things. In his defense, he doesn’t take the pills he seizes, or any powders. He really does destroy those. But he likes his the stuff. I only use it every so often,” she said. “I like a buzz when I’m having sex.”

“And we’re going to have sex today?” he said.

Her hand went to play with his cock, which had lifted its head a bit, waking up and peering around.

“We’re going to have a lot of sex today,” she purred.

When she got out of the pool he imagined a mermaid with feet, instead of fins. She looked nothing like Disney’s Ariel, but he had a little fantasy that some kind of magic had let her become land-bound. She told him to take a dip and cool off while she went in the house. When she returned, she had something bulky in one hand, and a little plastic baggy in the other.

The “something” turned out to be what she called a cannibaphone, which she said Bayo had bought at a head shop in Norman. It was ceramic, with a black glaze finish. He supposed you could say it looked like an old timey phone with the bowl being where the microphone would go, and the mouthpiece where the ear is.

That mouthpiece, though, was a good two inches across, and the way you smoked it was to seal the mouthpiece around your lips, and then inhale. The bowl was really small and she said it was actually designed to smoke hash oil. She liked to smoke bud in it, though, because the little bowl held the perfect amount for a single person to get high.



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That mouthpiece, though, was a good two inches across, and the way you smoked it was to seal the mouthpiece around your lips, and then inhale.

The bowl was really small and she said it was actually designed to smoke hash oil. She liked to smoke bud in it, though, because the little bowl held the perfect amount for a single person to get high.

He would have never characterized it this way, but there is something sexy about a naked, good-looking substitute teacher instructing one of her students on how to use a cannibaphone. By the time they fired it up, he had a very nice erection. While he sucked on the phone, she sucked on his cock.

He had to say this for Bayo Johnson. He knew what to keep and what to toss, when it came to seized marijuana. He smoked one tiny bowl of what she had, and he was high as a kite.

She smoked one as she moved him to that oddly shaped chaise lounge and had him lie down on it on his back. Then she straddled it and impaled herself on his jutting prick. The crest of the “wave” in the chair’s design lifted his hips high and her knees were only half bent when she was seated.

She was high, too, and she was very energetic when she started moving her hips forward and back. She was so energetic that, at one point, the wooden feet skidded on the concrete with a rasping sound.

“This is a very sturdy sun bed,” he commented. He was high enough that while he could feel and was enjoying her clasping pussy very much, he was nowhere near feeling the urge to cum.

“It’s called a cool lounge,” she panted. “Bayo got it for me for our first wedding anniversary.”

“Interesting anniversary present,” he said.

“He got it for this purpose. It was actually for him, so he could be comfy while he watched me Bleep him. That’s pretty typical for him. Everything is about Bayo.”

“So you and him have had sex on this?”

She heard something in his voice and stopped moving.

“Don’t you dare go soft on me,” she said. “Think about all the times that bastard called you on the carpet, or disciplined you. You’re banging his wife, Bobby. You’re banging Mr. Johnson’ wife. You’re getting even.”

He reached for her breasts, which had a sheen of sweat on them.

“I don’t want revenge,” he said. “I don’t want to Bleep his wife. I only want to Bleep you.”

She leaned down and kissed him. It was a long kiss, and she didn’t move her lower body while she did it. All she did was squeeze and release on his cock with her internal muscles.

“Why couldn’t I have met you in college,” she said when she lifted her lips from his.

“I would have been ten, or something,” he said.

“And I’d have been nineteen. I could have been your babysitter.”

Being high didn’t prevent him from doing the math.

“You’re twenty-eight?” he said.

“I could have been your hot babysitter and taught you all about sex,” she said.




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Being high didn’t prevent him from doing the math.

“You’re twenty-eight?” he said.

“I could have been your hot babysitter and taught you all about sex,” she said.

“You are teaching me all about sex,” he said. “And I’m pretty sure I’m better at it now than I would have been at ten.”

Her face was still just inches from his and her pussy was still massaging his cock.

“I want you to cum in me right now,” she said. Her lips brushed his. “Give me some Bobby seeds.”

“I can’t cum right now,” he said, still sailing on the effects of the weed.

“Why not?”

“It feels good, but it’s too slow,” he said.

She sat back up and put her hands on his chest. Her feet were on the concrete on either side of the lounge. His shoulders were at the same elevation as his groin, and all she had to do was lean on her arms a little and that allowed her knees to flex. She rose and fell, gradually gaining speed.

“Is this fast enough?” she panted.

“It’s better,” he gasped. It was like her pussy was beating him off.

“Cum in me, Bobby. I want to get at least three loads out of you before you leave.”

Her attitude was dispassionate, but she had still chosen him to affect her attack on her cheating husband, and that counted for something. He began imagining her with a baby bump, and knowing it was his baby causing that bump.

That got him going and he started lifting up against her as she came down. This wasn’t making love. This was banging, pure and simple.

“Can you cum?” she gasped.

“Yes,” he grunted.

Her knees, or maybe her thighs, gave out just as the first jet of his man milk spurted into her. She sat down heavily and those internal muscles went back to work. She was panting hard as she leaned down to kiss him, while spurts number two and three inundated her pussy with his cum.

“That’s what I want,” she said against his lips.

He just kissed her.

They got up and went for a dip. She overcame the dispassionate side of things by clasping him to her in the water and kissing him a lot. She made it obvious he was more than simply a sperm donor.

He was still high enough that his tongue was loose.

“It’s still hard for me to believe this is happening,” he said.

“Doesn’t it feel like it’s happening?” she said.

“Yes, but you’re a ... woman, a grown woman, and I still feel like I’m a kid.”

“You’re more of a man than you think,” she said. “I know what you mean, though. I’m developing feelings for a man nine years younger than me. That’s hard for me to process, too.”

“You’re developing feelings?”

“Don’t get a big head,” she said, pressing her loins against him. “One of the reasons I’m developing those feelings is your humility. You’re not all full of yourself like many men your age.”











Chapter Six


Mrs. Alashe was determined to make Bobby responsible
She discussed making Bobby to work part-time with his father. At first, she wanted him to work in her supermarket so that he would learn 'dignity of labour,' but Mr. Alashe insisted that he should work in another place. He talked to one of his friends and arrangement was made for Bobby to work in the man's electronic hardware company.


On Thursday, Bobby had to work from ten in the morning to six in the evening. At the same time, his father felt it was important for him to make at least a way to learn financial prudence. Bobby got to keep half of his wages. The rest went into his mother’s food shopping kitty and toward his rent.


At the company, they got a truck in on Wednesdays, and he helped open the cartoons and boxes, and stock shelves. He also worked on Saturdays, from the time the store opened to roughly noon. On Thursdays he had a class at three-thirty and that meant by the time he was out, it was too late to go and see Princess.

In two days he had experienced another level in relationship. He had his prick sucked, sucked his dream woman’s clitoris, and banged her in several positions. There was no birth control of any kind involved, and he had cum in her - at her demand! - more than five times in those two days.

One would think that after all that, it would be easy to go a day without it. Not so much, at least not for him. All he could think about was Princess, laying out or swimming naked, or lying in bed using this mysterious “rabbit” she had mentioned, which he hadn’t seen yet, but he was pretty sure it went up inside her. That was wrong. What should be up in her was him!

As it happens frequently, when a young man gets involved with a woman on an intimate basis, he was in a bad way. It was evident he still had a lot to learn. He was just nineteen. Sex with Princess Johnson, for him, was like crack cocaine. One hit and he was addicted. All he could think about was when he’d get to slide his aching sex organ back in her velvety pussy and squirt in there. It affected his study dand his friend, Fred, noticed.




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He was just nineteen. Sex with Princess Johnson, for him, was like crack cocaine. One hit and he was addicted. All he could think about was when he’d get to slide his aching sex organ back in her velvety pussy and squirt in there. It affected his study dand his friend, Fred, noticed.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” demanded Fred. You've got to take it easy. You are looking over excited these days.”

Fo the reason of secrecy which Princess extracted from him, Bobby had not told his friend about the affair with Princess.

“Oh,” he said. "No problem. All is well."

Bobby had two classes on Friday, one at nine in the morning and the other at one P.M. He called “Lovelyn” at ten, when he got out of Mass Communication Theory

“Hey there,” came her sultry voice. “I missed you, yesterday.”

“I missed you, too,” he said. “It affected my work. I got yelled at because I was thinking about you.”

“Don’t do that,” she said. “I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”

“Well don’t be so sexy, then,” he said. “Think about what has happened to me in the last seventy-two hours. It’s a lot to take in!”

“Poor baby,” she said. “Can you come see me? I’ll let you lay your poor, confused head in my lap and stroke your hair while you take it all in.”

“You’re so helpful,” he said.

“Come in the back gate,” she said.

“What if somebody sees me coming down the alley and gets interested in who I am and where I’m going?” he asked.

“You have a point,” she said. “There are several old ladies on our block and they like to watch the goings and comings of people.”

“I could come to the front door if I had an excuse,” he said.

“What kind of excuse?”

“I could use some help with my English class. The details are making me crazy.”

“What kind of details?”

“I have to know where to use commas and where not to. Semi-colons and colons confuse me. Each one, by itself, is no big deal, but when I have to remember them all, I can’t.”

“When do you have to remember them all? You mean on a test?”

“Well, then, too, but our teacher loves to give us pages of text and we have to grade them, like she grades us. We have to red pen all the mistakes, and there are usually dozens. The percentage of errors we catch is the percentage of our grade for that project. I’m getting a C right now.”

“You obviously need some tutoring. Might I offer my services as an accredited teacher? I won’t charge you much. Remuneration in kind would be fine with me.”

“What is remuneration?”

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“You obviously need some tutoring. Might I offer my services as an accredited teacher? I won’t charge you much. Remuneration in kind would be fine with me.”

“What is remuneration?”

“Re-mun-er-ation in kind,” she repeated, slowly. “Look it up. That’s your first assignment as my pupil.”

“When do I need to know it?” he asked.

“If you don’t know what it means by the time you get here, you’ll be sorry,” she said.

Then she hung up.

He Googled re-num-er-ation on his phone. It changed it to remuneration and he found out he was probably going to have to give her sex instead of money for her services as his 'tutor.'

He drove to the house and decided to park right in front on the street. He also took his book bag with him to the front door, where he knocked and waited. Princess came to the door attired in her usual dress, and let him in.

“I’m here to remunerate you for my tutoring session,” he said, proudly.

“And what do you have to offer, in exchange for my services?”

“Sperm,” he said, boldly. “I manufactured a load of it yesterday and my tank is full.”

“I see,” she said. “That’s somewhat presumptuous of you.”

He pulled out his phone.

“Spell that, please,” he said, after tapping to Google.

She spelled it and he read the definition.

“How was I being inappropriate?” he asked.

“Because you simply assumed I would accept that payment, that I was interested in what you have to offer.”

“So, does that mean you’re not?” He was getting angry.

“Of course I am, but you need to present at least some token of romanticism. You can’t say, ‘I’m here to sperm you, Princess. Lie down and spread ‘em.’” She used an old west accent in her delivery.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Why are you acting like this after...” he didn’t finish.

“Because I’m your tutor,” she said, sweetly. “I have been contracted to improve your English skills. Context is as important as the words chosen, when communicating. English only exists to communicate. Ergo, how you communicate informs the world of the level of your education and scholarship.”

“So you’re really going to tutor me?”

“Among other things,” she said, her voice sultry again. She reached to slide one fingertip from his chin to his lips.

Her meaning was clear. And it was delivered in a context that communicated well with his penis. He had never thought about choosing words, or context. He just talked. He just said whatever came into his mind. She had obviously chosen her words and delivery carefully, and his anger vanished as he got it.

“I look forward to our tutoring sessions, and am eager to pay whatever you ask,” he said, formally.

“Better,” she said. “I would have used Bayot instead of pay, but that will do for starters. Okay, first lesson is over. I now demand payment.”

With that she took off her dress.

She wasn’t wearing anything under it.

Today she wanted to do something they hadn’t done before. Once they were both naked, they went to her bedroom and she lay down on the bed with her legs together. They necked for a while and she talked about the importance of pre-intimacy. Then she had him straddle her and she directed his prick to her tightly closed slit. Her outer labia parted for him with no trouble, but he found that the further in he went, the more resistance there was. With her legs closed she was very, very tight.

“I did this with Bayo a few times after I found out he was cheating on me, in an attempt to feel like a young girl might feel to him,” she said. “He liked it, but it didn’t stop him from cheating.”

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to,” he said, pushing the last inch.

“Mmmmm,” she said as he rotated instinctively. “Sometimes things work out in ways you don’t anticipate.”






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“I’m sorry things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to,” he said, pushing the last inch.

“Mmmmm,” she said as he rotated instinctively. “Sometimes things work out in ways you don’t anticipate.”

He didn’t understand what she meant, but by then he had the urge to move in that tight sheath. He pulled out and pushed back in. It was exquisite, and he felt the urge to cum within a minute. He wanted to go longer and she hadn’t cum, so he went in and stayed there, even though he wanted to move. He got on his toes and elbows, with his chest on her breasts, and went in little circles as the sounds she made got better and better.

“Just like that,” she gasped. “You fill me so deliciously, Bobby,” she moaned.

Her pussy gripped him even harder and he gave up, hoping she was having an orgasm. He pulled out and slammed back in three more times and then erupted inside her.

“Just ... like ... that,” she panted.

She wanted him to stay on top of her, and with his knees outside her thighs it felt like he might not be as heavy, so he put his face in her neck, amid all that silky hair, and just breathed.

“I find your remuneration acceptable,” she breathed. “You have much to learn. Tutoring you could take months.”

He kissed her neck.

“As much as I love this, though,” she went on, “my fertile time in my menstrual cycle is on the wane. Having sex with you for the next couple of weeks would only be for fun, and not procreation. I want revenge, but I don’t want to turn into a slut to get it.”

“You’re no slut,” he said, kissing her neck again.

“I didn’t set out to be,” she said. “I didn’t anticipate how you would make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?” he asked.

“Like a slut. I can’t resist you. I drained the batteries in my rabbit yesterday, just because I couldn’t have you. And they were brand new! And you can’t come here every day under the guise of being tutored. Nobody gets tutored every day. Most tutors see their students once a week. The thought of only being able to do this once a week convinces me I’m a slut of the first magnitude. I’m your slut, Bobby.”

He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. They looked genuinely troubled.

“Look,” he said. “Your motives for doing this might be questionable.” He thought about the words he had just used. “No, not questionable. I think anybody would understand your motivation. I guess what people might question is the manner in which you are seeking revenge. That doesn’t make you a slut. It just makes you angry and maybe a little rash.”

“A little rash?” She laughed and he bounced on top of her. “I’m going to have another man’s child, and it’s just rash?”

“I’m trying to help, here,” he said.

She leaned her head up to kiss him briefly and let it back down.

“I know. My primary problem is that we’ve been intimate for less than a week and I feel like I’ve known you for years.”

“You have known me for years,” he said. “You saw me at school every time you subbed.”

“Yes, but I didn’t think about you, then,” she said. “Then you were just another testosterone-filled boy who my husband had to deal with, occasionally.”

“So why did you choose me to ... help you get your revenge?”

“I don’t know,” she said. He was surprised. She went on. “At that pharmacy store it was just impulse. I realized I was attracted to you, which was only mildly astonishing. Then there was the added benefit of who you were, concerning your past relationship with Bayo. Logically, it was perfect for my wishes. But there was much more going on than I realized. I was attracted to you. I’d always been faithful to my husband. Sure, I met interesting men, but I was never tempted to break my vows.

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But there was much more going on than I realized. I was attracted to you. I’d always been faithful to my husband. Sure, I met interesting men, but I was never tempted to break my vows.

And sure, Bayo wasn’t my dream husband, but we made a deal and I kept my side of it. When he didn’t, it changed the way I thought about things. And that changed the way I thought about you. I suppose I could have found another man to serve my needs, but that would have been complicated.

"Most of the good ones are married, and the destruction of my marriage doesn’t need to be compounded by destroying another. You, on the other hand, present an opportunity that is less complicated. You don’t have a girlfriend. You’re not cheating on anybody. You’re young, virile, and have good genes.”

He took a breath to speak but she leaned up and kissed him again.

“I know that sounded dry and unromantic,” she said. “That’s the problem. I intended it to be a dry and unromantic thing. I would get pregnant and that would be it. Wham, bam, thank you Sir. But that’s not what happened, Bobby. It is anything but dry and it’s incredibly romantic. It’s getting complicated.”

“How have I been romantic?” he asked, finally getting a word in. “I haven’t brought you flowers, or taken you on a date, or anything like that. It’s been pretty simple, really. You asked me to come help you, and I have tried to do that.”

“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull.

"You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.




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“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull. You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“See?” She tensed up. “You’re not telling me what to do, like most men would. You’re asking me what I want. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s romantic!”

“The question still has to be answered,” he said. “I love lying here on you naked, but we have to get up at some point. I need to know what to do in the future.”

“I’m going to try to be logical about this,” she said. “I’m as regular as clockwork. Ten days from now I should start my period. The fact that you have inseminated me numerous times while I was ovulating will, hopefully, change that pattern and I won’t have a period. If I do have a period, then roughly sixteen days after I start it, I should be ovulating again, and I’ll have another chance to become pregnant.”

“So, twenty-six days from now is when my ... um ... services might be needed again?”

“Logically, yes,” she said. “The problem is, I don’t think I can be logical about this for twenty-six days.”

“I have to admit I’m kind of glad you feel that way,” he said.

She pushed him off of her.

“You just want to get your rocks off,” she accused.

“And you just want to get laid,” he said.

She rolled to drape one arm over him.

“Nice try, Buster, but you don’t just lay me. You make love to me.”

“And I don’t get my rocks off. I donate them to a worthy cause,” he said.

She laughed and said he was full of shit.

So he started kissing her and they engaged in an hour of pre-intimacy.

When he got stiff again, she got on top of him and sat upright as she moved, slowly. They were, technically, having sexual intercourse, but it wasn’t conventional in the sense that either of them were trying to have an orgasm. This came about, in part, because once she was impaled, she said, “We’re going to have another English lesson.”

“I’m all about that,” he said.

“I want you to conjugate the verb Bleep,” she said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Begin with present tense.”

“We’re banging,” he said.

“Wrong,” she said, firmly. “Begin with present simple tense.”

He had to admit he didn’t know the answer. She recited it for him.

“Present simple would be: I Bleep, you Bleep, he, she or it bleeps, and we Bleep.”

“I said we were banging,” he said.

“No, you said, ‘We are banging’. That would be present progressive tense. I asked for present simple. You should have learned this in middle school.”

“I’m not sure I remember anything from middle school,” he admitted.

“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”



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“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”

“I am banging,” he said.

“Excellent. It always goes I, you, he, she or it, and we. So what would be next?”

“You are banging,” he said.

“Good, go on.”

“He, she or it is banging, and we are banging.”

“There you go. That’s how you conjugate in present progressive tense. Next time I tutor you, we’ll look at past tense.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually teach me,” he said. He reached for her breasts and slid his hands all over them.

“If I actually teach you something, then my remuneration doesn’t feel so ... slutty,” she said.

“Has anybody ever spanked you?” he asked. “I mean since you were eighteen?”

“No, of course not,” she said.








Bobby wasn’t doing much better than Princess, though his mental machinations weren’t as complicated as hers. He’d never had a serious girlfriend. He had no idea what love felt like. All he knew was that he wasn’t having any fun at all because he didn’t get to see Princess. He got to the point where he bargained with some anonymous power, saying they didn’t even have to have sex if he could just spend some time with her. He wanted to look at her, clothed or not. He wanted to talk to her, about important things or not. He just wanted to be near her and hear her voice.

That said, his mind kept replaying scenes from his memory where she was naked, and they were making love. The memories were vivid, at least the later ones. He still had difficulty remembering the first time in detail. That time was a big ball of bright light that felt warm and luscious, but that was all.

He wasn’t stupid. He thought about how cool it would be to live with Princess, to be able to sleep with her and wake up and have breakfast and all that. But he knew that would never happen. He recognized those thoughts as fantasies. It was enough that she was doing what she was doing.

He hoped she wasn’t pregnant. That would require her to spend more time with him, both in bed and not.

He was also distracted, but young men are often distracted by thoughts of women, so this wasn’t anything new.

He functioned pretty well, all things considered.

Bobby’s phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. It said, “Lovelyn”.

“Hey!” he said, happily, after swiping the green button. “I thought you weren’t going to call me.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.





Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

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