My Best studies ever_(1)

I had to admit that this day is going a lot better that I could have dreamed; my parents were out of town for the next couple of weeks on business and they entrusted me to stay at home by myself. Having turned the ‘big eighteen’ a few weeks back this marked a big day for me, to have a taste of freedom for the first time ever, and yet they somehow seemed to know what would happen, or probably happen, while they were gone; my dad sat me down and explained some simple rules:

“Benjamin, if you do have company over while we are gone the basic thing is – clean up all your messes, there is to be no booze at all, and no major parties – do not upset the neighbors at all; we are trusting you on this so do not abuse it in the least while we are gone.”

After that, as always he scuffs up my hair while mother fusses and frets about how it makes me look like a shaggy dog. I know they mean well, it’s just at time it gets annoying. Then again they’re my parents, so it could be much, much worse.

This afternoon I had talked my friend Samantha, who also has turned eighteen a week ago, into coming over for our usual studies instead of her place as was our custom; her parents knew my folks were gone and told her ‘you can trust him; he’s a very good boy.” I just wanted to roll my eyes and grin; they talked like I was a dog or something instead of another human being.

Samantha’s wide grin and giggles showed the same thoughts went on behind those wonderful brown eyes that danced with such mischief.

What a sight we must have made in our school uniforms – me in tan shirt and khaki pants, tie and vest, polished black dress shoes that kill the feet within two minutes; she though looked radiant in her uniform, the same outfit as mine – the school not allowing girls to wear skirts or gowns of any kind. Her shirt and vest hid away most of the wonderful form I imagined was underneath; not that it matters as I know that I never will see it.

What I personally admired in her is the constant sunshine smile, her amber eyes and short, bouncing brown hair that just reflects the sunlight perfectly.

Two hours of study time came and went, algebra, basic chemistry, and advanced honors English – the class in which I met Samantha. During the break we were taking I went to make some sandwiches and grab us a couple of sodas; she had gotten a phone call from her mother, and I just ignored the conversation, figuring it to be their business and no one else’s.

At the least until I caught one part “…are you sure it’s okay for me to stay over mom? I mean, we have those tests in a couple of days and I want to make sure we get the study time in…yes mother I know that he is a ‘very good boy who does nothing wrong.’ Mother he is not a dog, he is a human and my friend…yes…yes…so I can stay the night then? Okay!”

She gave the ‘V’ for Victory sign and a coy smile that added to the impish glimmer in her eyes; though what she was planning I had no idea; though somehow ‘studying’ seemed to be among the last things on her mind.

Now I have to admit, there are certain looks men receive from women that seen to trigger responses in the DNA we have (the guys that is). Many a time my mother would give me or my dad, or both of us, the ‘your in the dog house’ look when we may have messed up.

Right now the look she continued to give me as she shut her cell phone filled me with a mixture of dread, doom, despair, guilt, and amazingly a eager anticipation. In short, just the kind of feeling any lady can generate in a man instantly.

Now I have to admit, tuna fish sandwiches and soda are not the most ‘magical’ of meals for our studies, yet if that is what we were going to do, then dinner would have to suffice. Besides, as lousy a cook I am anything beyond tuna or microwave dinners is beyond anything than a major miracle.

I finally got the nerve up to look at her and ask “what part of health class do you need help with? I mean, you have the class down pat, and I’m just squeaking by. If anything you should be the one to help me with it.”

Seeing her on the other side of the kitchen table where we were studying at kind of made my heart begin to race and my mind to shut down; one hand propped up under her chin, the other moved to begin stroking and playing about in my hair.

“Okay,” her voice turned silky and filled with a hidden meaning I obviously failed to get, “we can do that then, the part we do need to work on though…” her fingers moved to caress my ear, then my brows one at a time before moving down to the end of my nose.

She leaned over the table to bring her face closer to mine, and for the first time I began to smell the perfume she wore, a heady combination that made my heart race faster and my blood to begin to catch on fire. The rest of my brain just issues one massive gulp after another as her lips ever so softly pressed onto mine. That sent me into a soaring fire up into the heavens, bells ringing and intense wonderment sweeping over my body.

“…what we need to…” another kiss came, just a bit more intense, and I could feel her warm breath upon my skin; right now I felt like bolting as a rabbit does before a pack of wolves.

“….work on…” the third kiss came and went; her eyes just sparkled in a special way, the light catching a look of pure wildness within their depths.

“…is our sexual studies, we need to get them well mastered for our exams coming up.”

My brain just screamed that this has to be a dream or some kind of bazaar joke before I would wind up being executed by my or her parents. I just pictured my father in a judge’s robe, gavel coming down ‘now you shall be shot dead for daring to kiss a girl…’

This just had to be a joke.

“Please don’t tease me, this is a joke right? I mean it has to be a joke?”

“No, this is certainly not a joke; we need to get our skills perfected.”

She came around the table, pulling me out of my chair to stand before her. I just felt like a slab of meat being examined by a butcher who was selecting the best cuts to prepare. I went into a massive series of gulps, so utterly terrified that I thought my beating heart could be heard for miles.

After just rolling her eyes heavenward she started to unbutton my vest, one by one her fingers moved with skill and experience; of course considering we had the same style of vest on that would make sense. Then she undid my tie and playfully put it between her teeth as she stepped back a bit from me.

I have to admit she looked wonderful.

Her next move was to come back to me and begin to swirl her fingers in a snaking pattern over my shirt, teasing and tantalizing each spot in turn. Then she instructed me to take off my shoes. It took a long time to get them off as my hands were shaking so bad, I even forgot to set down and nearly fell over while getting the things off of my feet.

Then as she swayed her body back and forth so sensuously I almost erupted in flames, she undid my shirt. As she pulled it off and casually dropped it to the floor, I just could envision the disappointment she must have with the sight of an ordinary guy like me. No rippled six-pack abs, no rippling muscles, just ‘ordinary.’

“You know I just realized something here,” she looked shocked, as if making a major discovery, “I have a few too many cloths on, so for me to be even with you I need to remove four items and my shoes are already off.”

She started dancing to a silent song, swaying her body back and forth as bit by bit she took off her tie, vest and finally her shirt. I almost freaked again as the fabric slid away from her chest and revealed to me that white bra which enshrined her petite breasts like a second skin.

Walking back up to me she took hold of my head in her hands and began to kiss me once again; finally she had to stop and look down at my one leg twitching so bad in nervousness the fabric of my pants was making noise as it flapped about. “It’s alright Benjamin; you don’t need to be nervous around me.”

“Now then,” she backed up and put her hands behind her, “I still have to take off one more item to be even with you…”

A look of consternation came over her face as I could see her struggling with getting her bra undone.