A little reminder of where we were:
"Fuck."
"Language, George", said Linda, her smile belying the admonition. "This is school, remember?"
Linda motioned for me to take a seat. It was just one of her ordinary living room armchairs, not a specially sourced school one or anything, but I was hardly going to complain about lack of ambiance. Especially since she had an actual blackboard. It was one of those little portable ones on an easel, but still.
"Tongue tied again, George? We really must do something about that. But that's another lesson." She gave me an exaggerated wink.
"I uh…"
I could not think of even one thing to say. It was almost as if there were other things on my mind. Or perhaps a shortage of blood to think with.
Linda eased herself from the desk. I watched her boobs bounce as she landed. Surely they must escape their confinement?
Sadly not. Or perhaps it was better that they remained so deliciously squeezed? I couldn't make up my mind.
Linda turned and bent over. I watched as her skirt rode up over her bottom, revealing smooth, rounded flesh. Her pussy winked back at me, uncovered by any obstruction.
I swallowed and adjusted my collar - it suddenly felt tight and constricting. My lips felt dry and I licked them unconsciously. It was only when Linda turned round and I reflexively sat back that I realised I'd been leaning forward - my body following her movements as a snake follows the charmer's flute.
"This", said Linda as she dropped a book onto my lap, "is your textbook."
My eyes fought a battle between book and cleavage and eventually I managed to wrest them downwards for enough time to make out the title.
"The Anatomy of Sex."
It had a stylised picture of what I thought was a flower on it.
"I gave it to my ex husband", said Linda, breaking character for a moment. "He never seemed to be able to find his arse from his elbow. I thought it might help."
"Did it?" I asked.
"No. That's why he's my ex husband", said Linda, emphasising the "ex". "I have a feeling that you'll do better." She winked and returned to character. She turned and swayed towards the board.
"Turn to page 54", she said and began to draw.
I opened my book and thumbed to the indicated page. On it there was a large picture of female genitalia with text and little arrows pointing - labeling various parts. Before I could read any of the labels, though, I had a moment of recognition. The shape: it was the same as- suddenly I realised that the picture on the cover was not a flower and I felt embarrassed that I hadn't spotted that before. Not for the first time I wondered if Linda's confidence in me was, perhaps, misplaced. I was brought back to attention by Linda's voice.
"This", she said pointing to a part of her drawing, "is a clitoris." |
The first part is available here:
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/908427
or by clicking the green arrow and trawling through all the other rubbish I’ve posted.
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