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plus, I don't want you to see me naked."
He cracked up laughing. "So do you want me to keep my
eyes closed while we shower?" I laughed along with him,
shaking my head. He pulled the sweats down my thighs. I
balanced against his shoulders as I lifted each leg one at a
time, and he removed the sweats along with my socks.
"You look so cute in my jersey." He beamed at me. Our
school colors were navy blue and red, and Brett's number
was 24. The jersey really did make the most perfect
nightshirt for me.
He grasped the bottom of the jersey, pulling it up over my
face. I raised my arms, like a small child who was getting
undressed by his mother. I felt like a small child right then,
standing in front my mentor. It was ironic. We had first come
together less than a month prior, with me being the one in
charge. I had had all of the answers; I was the teacher and
he the student. Now our roles had reversed and he was
leading me into territory before which I had never gone. I
stood there, naked but for my briefs, totally exposed to him.
He held onto my waist, steadying me as I still stood on
my pedestal before him, and he moved his lips down my
chin into the crook of my neck. I squirmed but was unable to
go anywhere, held firmly in his grip. He continued
downward and found my small brown nipples. He licked
each one, biting them gently. I half-laughed, half-screamed
with pain and pleasure.
My body had responded with goose pimples. His touch
was electrifying. And my briefs had a bulge to prove it. He
slid his fingers inside of their waistband and removed my
last article of clothing. Then he peeled off all of his own.
We stepped into the shower as Brett adjusted the water. I
stood there taking him in with my eyes, every beautiful inch
of him. He handed me a bar of soap, which I promptly used
to lather his chest. We kissed as I rubbed the soapy bar
back and forth against his perfect masculinity. He turned
me around, facing the wall now, and took the soap from me,
lathering my back. His big hands rubbed my shoulders,
down further to the small of my back. With soap in hand he
then reached around me and lathered my chest. He pulled
me into him, reaching down further on my body, plugging
my belly button with his index finger. I wiggled a little within
his grip, and he held tight. He went down further.
When he first touched me, I closed my eyes. His soapy
hand cupped me under my private parts. He grabbed hold
of me, sliding his hand slowly and gently up and down. I
moaned, not believing what I was experiencing. He kissed
my neck as he continued to touch me so intimately. I
became so excited. Thoughts and images flashed in my
mind as I kept my eyes tightly closed. I screamed one tiny
yelp and erupted, so quickly. It happened within seconds.
He laughed.
He continued to hold me and I turned around, now facing
him. His own member stood fully erect between us. I
wanted to please him. I wanted to be everything to him that
Terry had been, and so much more. I wanted him so badly. I
knelt.
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When we got upstairs, Brett's mom had made a big
breakfast. "I heard the shower running so I knew you guys
were up," she told us. We were UP alright, I thought. I
looked over at Brett and he winked at me. Mrs. Willson set
down a plate in front of each of us-- ham and cheese
omelets. She had made toast and bacon. There were
danish and muffins, a veritable feast. "When Mr. Willson
and I heard that you were helping Brett at school, we were
so pleased. He had such a difficult time these past two
years in that one single class. I told Brett he should do
something nice for you to show you his appreciation."
"Oh he has Mrs. Willson. I mean the movie and pizza and
everything last night. Thank you very much."
She smiled and handed me a long white box. "Brett and I
got you a little something to show our appreciation. Actually
Brett picked it out. Go ahead, it's for you." I looked at her
surprised, then over to Brett who was beaming.
"Open it up, Sport." I popped open the lid and unfolded
the tissue paper inside, exposing some articles of clothing.
I removed the first, a baseball cap with the word "Sport"
embroidered across the front. It could have been a
monogram made just for me, but I knew that was simply the
name brand. There was also a shirt and a pair of athletic
pants, all bearing the same logo.
I smiled broadly. "Thanks! These are so cool. `Sport' is
the nickname that Brett calls me," I said to Mrs. Willson. "I
think it may be sarcasm `cause I am far from athletic." They
laughed. "It is so nice! A perfect gift." I wanted to kiss Brett
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