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                                    Day Dreamer
                              Teaching the Teacher - 1
                       World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other
                     veterans, had recently returned home.  Even though he was techni-
                      cally a veteran, he didn't really feel like one.  He had joined
                        the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a
                       little more than two years in service, none of which involved
                     combat.  Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his
                       pocket and no goals in life.  He figured the best thing to do
                       before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high
                       school.  He checked with his old high school principal and was
                       told that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the
                        principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just one
                       semester.  That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the
                                  upcoming spring semester of high school.
                         Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid
                        teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull,
                      dull.  To compound the problem, even though Joey was only about
                     three years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man
                     among kids.  He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls;
                       they all acted like giggling little kids.  The only thing that
                        made school bearable for Joey was his English class and its
                                          teacher--Birdie Harman.
                      Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her,
                      was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college.  Joey's class
                      was her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a
                       little nervous at teaching students only a little younger than
                      herself, she knew all the latest techniques and was able to make
                     English interesting.  Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie
                                       Harman than he was in English.
                       Birdie had a dynamite body.  She was about five-foot-one and,
                      just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm,
                      so fully packed.  She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and
                      every one of them was in the right place.  Her breasts were just
                      right--firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as
                     she walked about the room but didn't sag one inch.  Further down,
                     her ass was sheer perfection.  When she turned around to write on
                       the blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and
                       made little twisting motions as she moved her hands across the
                      board.  That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then into
                        calves that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey into
                      daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly as they would make
                      love.  Joey chose a seat on the first row of the classroom right
                        in front of her desk so that he could get as good a view as
                                                 possible.
                     Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat that
                     she was in touch with her body.  She always seemed to be a little
                       tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a
                       suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.
                       Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written
                        yet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her.  Often as she
                       stood before the class talking, one of her hands would stroke
                      down her side, caressing her hip.  Sometimes she would even move
                      a hand behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks.  Joey longed
                      for it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracing
                             the contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.
                     Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at least
                         a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way
                      through class.  Joey worried that she would notice since he sat
                       on the first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction.  An
                       incident occured one day, though, that did produce a reaction.
                        That was the day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in
                      front of him and crossed her legs.  Joey had a quick glimpse of
                      thigh all the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties
                      hitting him right between the eyes.  They hit him right between
                       the legs, too.  His penis grew instantly erect, running seven
                       inches down the inside of his leg and swelling out his tight-
                      fitting Chinos.  Birdie saw it, too, because her face flushed a
                        little and she stumbled in what she was saying to the class.
                      Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any more
                                       of the moment's embarrassment.
                        Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at her
                       neck.  Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face
                     wasn't anywhere near a close match.  She wasn't really ugly, mind
                       you--not that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that her
                      features were put together wrong.  Each one would have been okay
                           by itself, but taken together, the result was not very
                       successful.  Her face just wasn't in harmony with the rest of
                                                    her.
                      Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him.  He had fallen in
                     love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that
                      he was willing to take the face along with it.  He often sat in
                        class, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their
                      being in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged
                        together in passionate sexual union.  The hard-ons caused by
                      those daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg
                      from pre-cum oozing out.  Joey sometimes worried that she would
                       notice, but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that he
                      was past caring.  His English lessons may have suffered, but his
                                  daydream love-life prospered enormously.
                       Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and
                      Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to
                       see if she were having dates.  Not once did he see her with a
                     date.  She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the few
                       times she went to a movie, she went alone.  Joey believed she
                       must be lonely and began to feel sorry for her.  There she was
                      with that gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly person
                        with a good personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys
                                                   away.
                      One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could see
                       the light shining out of an open window.  He had never been a
                      window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity
                      for voyeurism that he couldn't resist.  Like iron filings drawn
                       to a magnet, the open window drew him.  He slipped out of the
                      car, crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped under
                      her window.  Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look.
                         There stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently
                       getting ready for bed.  Even though the beauty of her body was
                     evident under the robe, what really got Joey's attention was what
                       she had in her hand: a piece of carved wood about eight inches
                      long and shaped like a man's hard penis.  He saw Birdie run her
                      hand up and down its length, caressing it.  Then she put the end
                       of it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head of a
                       penis, and sucked on it like a popsicle.  Joey was electrified
                       with eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood
                     Birdie held in her hand.  My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going
                      to fuck herself with that imitation prick.  He could hardly wait
                      to see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie stripping
                      off her robe and gown and with legs spread wide apart, cramming
                     that wooden dick into her pussy.  He was in for a disappointment,
                     though, because Birdie turned out the lights and came over to the
                      window and drew the curtains.  All Joey could do was listen, as
                                  soft moans came drifting out the window.
                       The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake
                     with desire.  With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and
                          managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement.
                       Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what
                         was causing Birdie to sigh and moan.  As Birdie's moaning
                       increased in intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted.  He blasted a
                        splotch of come over the side of Birdie's house just as she
                                   gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"
                       The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey.  He sat
                       there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night
                       before played over and over again in his mind.  Her appearance
                      gave no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night--
                     she was once again the proper school teacher.  Joey knew, though,
                       that there was a smouldering fire under that facade of school
                      teacher propriety.  He ached to merge that fire with his flaming
                      desires, to build such a heated conflagration of love that they
                     both could burn away their passions.  At that point Joey had only
                      one goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock with
                                             his real live one.
                      Joey waiting around after class until all the other students had
                      left and then approached Birdie's desk.  "Miss Harman," he said,
                      "I'm having a real problem with conjugations.  I just can't seem
                      to get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.'  Do you think you might
                                      be able to help me with those?"
                      "Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile.

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  "Why don't you
                     come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."
                       "Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right
                        after school.  I get off about six, though.  Do you think we
                                   might be able to do it some evening?"
                     "Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after about
                                               five o'clock."
                      "I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said with
                      a straight face.  The conversation was leading to just where he
                      wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he
                                  had already made by any show of emotion.
                        "I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown.
                       "There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers
                        aren't supposed to have male students alone in their homes."
                     "Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked.  "You and I are about
                       the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I
                     was just your date coming to see you.  Tell you what, why don't I
                      just be your date?  That way you won't even have to worry about
                                                that rule."
                      Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft conspiratorial
                                laugh said, "Okay, you can be my...my date."
                      "Great!" he said.  "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's
                                                   okay."
                       "Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time," Birdie said,
                                with a smile that made her whole face glow.
                      Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that he
                      had been spying on her.  She wrote it out on a slip of paper for
                      him and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the
                               thought of being able to be alone with Birdie.
                                                               * * * * *
                       Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her
                     door.  It opened immediately upon the first knock.  Birdie had on
                     a dress Joey had not seen before.  It was amber colored and shiny
                       like satin.  Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to
                          class, it clung to and revealed every inch of her body.
                       "Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said.  "You're right on time."
                      "Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my friends do?"
                                                 he asked.
                      "Okay, 'Joey' it is.  And since we're about the same age, if you
                      want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too,"
                     she said.  "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair
                                while I go get my conjugation drill papers."
                     In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing Joey.
                        She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for
                     several minutes.  Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about
                        them in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon
                       showed improvement.  "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to
                      be," he said.  "You make it so simple the way you just explained
                      that I believe I've finally caught on to it.  Thanks so much for
                            the special lesson.  It's really going to help me."
                     "I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to learn,"
                                    Birdie replied, with a little smile.
                      Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit accomplished,
                       an awkward silence fell upon them.  Joey broke the silence by
                        saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a
                      date," He looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a
                                         gentle smile on his lips.
                        Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking
                       their eye contact.  "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a
                       date before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a
                                  real date, not just a tutoring session."
                      "You're serious?  You really never have had a date before?  What
                             about your senior prom?"  Joey asked increduously.
                      "My senior prom?  My father paid one of my cousins from a nearby
                      town to take me to the senior prom.  He spent most of the night
                     dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall,"
                            Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
                                "But, why?  I don't understand," Joey said.
                        Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was
                         hanging on her wall.  "Joey, you've got eyes.  This mirror
                                doesn't lie.  A belle of the ball I ain't."
                        Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the
                      mirror.  "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're
                      sure not ugly, either.  Besides, you've got a great personality
                      and one of the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he
                                   said, placing his hands on her waist.
                      "I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad little
                                                   smile.
                       "Well, I notice,"  Joey said, turning her around to face him.
                       She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing.  "If
                         you've never had a date, then that means you've never been
                                            kissed, doesn't it?"
                        "No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.
                     "Then it's time you learned.  For a change, the student will have
                                      a chance to teach the teacher."
                                "Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"
                                   "I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.
                                "Then, yes.  Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."
                      Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to hers.
                     Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little.  She
                        closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble
                       continued.  Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the
                      other around her waist and pulled her body against his own.  The
                     soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could
                      feel the rapid beat of her heart through the contact.  Her lips
                       were soft and the kiss was long and tender.  She drew back and
                           with her eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh.
                         "Ummmmmnn, yesss.  I think I like kissing," she murmured.
                     Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body back
                       against his.  This time she reciprocated, one arm going around
                      Joey's neck and the other across his back.  Joey spread his lips
                      slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across
                       Birdie's lips and then inbetween them.  She opened her lips a
                     little, allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth.  In an
                     almost cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue
                       against his.  The effect was electrifying.  Birdie took a deep
                      breath and tightened her arms around Joey even more.  He spread
                        his lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth,
                      brushing against hers and wetly caressing it.  She responded by
                       returning the action.  Soon their bodies were tightly pressed
                      against each other, their mouths fully opened, tongues swirling
                                       and making love to each other.
                     Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and his
                         cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his
                      trousers.  Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and
                         pushed his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing
                        against her just above the juncture of legs and torso.  She
                      responded by pressing back, letting Joey know without words that
                              she knew what had happened to him and approved.
                        Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her
                     magnificent ass.  Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not
                       her own.  The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in
                      her class were becoming reality.  He kneaded the firm globes of
                      her buttocks and ran his fingers into the crease that separated
                        them.  Only the barrier of her dress prevented his hand from
                        further exploration of her nether region.  Birdie made soft
                        moaning growly sounds as Joey made love with his hand to the
                                        quivering melons of her ass.
                       Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in
                        each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front.
                      Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded
                       in desire for the body pressed against it.  Birdie made little
                      circling motions with her hips and ground herself against Joey's
                      outward jutting manhood.  He moaned involuntarily, his pleasure
                      center stimulated by the motions of her sex moving against his.
                      She finally broke their lips apart and holding her cheek against
                          his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey!  All the things I've been
                                                 missing."
                       "You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into
                                                  her ear.
                       "I don't know anything, Joey.  I've only read about love, I've
                      never experienced it.  You're going to have teach me.  I want to
                      know it ALL.  I want to learn EVERYTHING.  Joey, will you teach
                                             me about loving?"
                       Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again.  He
                       dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss
                        lifted her up into his arms.  Briefly, he broke the kiss and
                         whispered, "Where's your bedroom?"  She pointed to an open
                       doorway and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again
                       joining.  The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to
                                     the floor as she kicked them off.
                                                   TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2
                                             
 
                                                  

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