Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

Jane White, an attractive and soft spoken brunette, turned shyly to her fiance and said, "Don, darling, take me to bed. Please, right now." Don Davis gawked at her. They'd been spending a quiet evening in Jane's home, sipping drinks, watching television, when suddenly, this. "What did you say, Jane?" he asked.

"Take me to bed," she repeated urgently. "Make love to me, Don."

Don just stared for a long moment as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then he said, "But darling, don't you want to wait till we're married?"

Jane's heart sank.

She was thirty-five years old, not getting any younger, and she'd hardly even been kissed before she met Don. She was dying to know what sex was like, but the wedding was six months away. Even more, she wanted to know what Don was like in bed. For the past few weeks she'd been worrying about it, wondering if Don was really man enough to please her.

It wasn't that she didn't love him. The moment she met Don, a fellow teacher at Oakdale High School, she'd known he was the man she'd been waiting for all those years. She'd never married because she was choosy, wanting a husband who thought like she did, who shared her beliefs. But there was something not quite right about their relationship. Don had never once tried to take her to bed.

Jane had been pursued by other men, and though she'd saved her virginity for the right one, she knew that a normal man would at least try to get her into bed. Don didn't try. He seemed content to wait months and months till they were legally married. The most she ever got out of him was hugs and friendly kisses.

Jane had had enough. She had to know if her fiance was really a man in the fullest sense of the word.

"No, Don," she said softly but firmly, "I don't want to wait. I love you, and I want you now. Don't you want me?"

Don, an attractive but mild-mannered man of forty, looked like an athlete turned professor. His tall body was lean and hard-muscled, his face tan and healthy, but his horn-rimmed glasses and modest suits gave him a meek and harmless appearance. Jane had been longing to see him with his clothes off. She sensed that his strong hard body would turn her on like crazy.

"Of course I want you, baby," Don said nervously, "but I want everything to be perfect for us. I don't want us to do anything we'll be sorry for."

"How could we be sorry for making love?" Jane said. "We love each other, Don. It would only be natural to express it as fully as we can."

"And what if you got pregnant?" Don asked. They didn't intend to have children but to devote themselves to teaching.

"I'll take care of that," Jane said with a grin. "I'm a modern girl. There'd be nothing to worry about. Please, Don, if there's something else holding you back, it's only fair to tell me."

Don reddened a little, but he replied firmly, "No, it's just a matter of principle, Jane. I don't want us to look back and feel guilty because we didn't wait."

Jane gave a small exasperated sigh. Usually Don was so sensible and good and tired about everything, but when it came to sex he seemed to be living in the Victorian Era. What was the matter with the man? Was be concealing some terrible defect? Was it possible that he couldn't make love at all? Jane had to know.

"I could never feel guilty about making love with you," she said firmly. "Besides, Don, it makes good sense to find out if we're compatible that way. What if we get married and find out we're not good sexual partners? I insist, Don. I want to know now."

Don was reddening all the way down to his socks, but when he saw the look of determination in her eyes, he knew that arguing would do no good. His fiance was gentle and modest, but when she made up her mind about something, that was it.

"All right, Jane," he said, "you win. I just hope you won't regret it."

"Never," Jane said with a warm smile.

Her heart began to pound. The moment had finally come. She'd waited a long, long time, but she was glad she'd waited for the right man. She didn't want to lose her virginity in some sleazy overnight encounter, didn't want her first lover to be someone she didn't care for. It had to be Don or no one. But thirty-five years was a very long time to wait for sexual release, and Jane was impatient to get started.

She stood up and said, "Come on, darling, let's go in my bedroom. We don't want to make love on the couch like a couple of guilty kids."

Don looked very uneasy as he got up and followed her down the hall to her room, but Jane figured it was just shyness and that he'd warm up once they got started. She recalled a few times when he'd kissed her and it threatened to get out of hand, his tongue straying hungrily into her mouth. He'd always stopped himself in time, but now he didn't have to.

What would it be like? Jane knew all the technical details of sex, having read everything she could lay hands on, but she still had no idea of how it felt. She'd never been undressed in front of a man before, never been caressed. She felt both nervous and excited. She knew she was a normal, healthy woman with normal needs, but she'd denied herself far so many years, she didn't even know how to respond. She hoped she wouldn't be too awkward.

They entered the bedroom, and Jane turned on just one small bedside lamp, bathing the room in a mellow glow. She turned to Don and smiled, but he still looked nervous. He only managed a weak grin. Wanting to set him at ease, Jane walked up and put her arms around him and gave him a brief but urgent kiss.

"Darling," she laughed, "don't be so nervous. You'd think you were the virgin, not me."

He managed a chuckle. "I just want to do right by you, that's all," he said.

"You will," said Jane. "Let's get undressed."

Don fumbled nervously with his tie while Jane kicked off her shoes. She knew he'd had other girls, but she thought it odd that he was being so nervous and hesitant. He seemed to be taking far too long getting out of his clothes. Jane couldn't delay. She whisked off her pantyhose and hurriedly unbuttoned her dress. Don suddenly stopped moving, his eyes focused hotly on her tall lush figure.

Ah, Jane thought, maybe this will turn him on. If it excited him to watch her strip, fine, she'd make, a show of it. Smiling enticingly, she faced him as she opened her dress and let the silky garment slip off her shoulders and waft to the floor. She stood there in her lacy blue bra and panties, knowing there was plenty for a man to look at. She wasn't a young girl any more, but she still had a damned nice body.

Jane was tall, about five-eight, and perfectly proportioned, with long lovely legs, trim rounded hips, and a tiny firm waist. Her breasts were large and jutting, not a trace of sag. Her rich glossy brown hair hung to her shouldcrs. She had large dark eyes and a white flashing smile. There was nothing to turn a man off.

Still facing Don, smiling, she reached around and unhooked her bra. Don's blush deepened, but he didn't look away. It was as if he couldn't look away, his hot eyes riveted to her chest as she slowly drew away her bra. Jane's magnificent breasts, like large round melons, gently jiggled into their natural pout, capped with small rosy nipples. Dan's eyes widened.

"My God," he said hoarsely, "You're beautiful."

That was encouraging. "Thank you, darling," she said. "I bet you're pretty nice yourself, but I'll never know unless you start undressing."

"Oh, sorry," he said with an embarrassed laugh. "I was busy looking at you."

He began fumbling with his tie again, but he was looking intently at Jane as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her little blue panties and began lowering the garment slowly. She meant to tease by doing it gradually, but she was also starting to feel a little shy. After all, no man had ever seen her naked before.