Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

"And that's a good thing?"

"Yes... your twirling, twisting and tweaking felt... oh jeez... so fucking good. It kinda hurt for just a little bit but then you would do something else that took all of my attention."

"I was worried a bit... I didn't want to hurt you. That would have been a real downer."

"You hurt me in just the right way. And you rubbed me exactly the right way. And sucked, and kissed and....and... I can't believe you didn't try to stick a finger inside of me. I was sure you would, that's

all I have ever heard that boys want to do."

"No, not me. I never go somewhere I haven't been invited to."

She grabbed me again and hugged me ever tighter than before.

"Thank you so much. You were so nice and so good. No other boy has ever treated me nice like you do. I will always remember what you did here today for me. Giving you a reward turned out to actually be one for me."

She glanced at her watch and said, "We need to get going... I'll get on the bus first. You wait a couple of minutes and then get on too. Sit as far back as you can, and remember, no looking at me!"

"I remember", I assured her.

"Right then... let's go."

From the shed we made it back undetected to the inside of the school. She smiled at me and headed for the bus. I headed into the bathroom to wash my hands. Being a guy I naturally stuck them up to my nose to see what she smelled like.

I didn't know what to make of the smell. It was strong, but not offensive, with a tiny sweet scent to it. I tasted my finger and was surprised at the taste; it was mostly very sweet with just a bit of a salty taste. I tried the other fingers and they all smelled and tasted the same. I washed my hands and left the washroom for the bus.

Terri was seated near the front of the bus and I looked away from her as I boarded the bus and headed right to the last seat at the back. I kept my head down mostly but I did spy her glancing and smiling at me a few times. Apparently it was okay for her to look at

me, but not the other way around. I thought about that for a microsecond before deciding that if she wanted it that way, it was fine with me.

It never dawned on me until was home and saw Mom naked that I thought about what my hands had, and.. hadn't felt. Mom had a nice bushy triangle above her pussy area, but Terri was as smooth as a baby's bottom down there. She was obviously a woman ahead of her time in that respect.

"How was your first day of school?", she asked me.

"It was okay."

"Did you meet anyone? Make any friends?"

"No... I kept to myself and tried to blend in."

"All right then, wash up for supper. Oh... you have a telephone message... I left it on the counter by the phone."

I picked up the note as I approached the phone.... "Call 555-8855 after 7:00 pm."

I wondered if that was Terri's number, then immediately thought that it couldn't be, not after all of the admonishments she had given me about not even looking at her.

"When's supper Mom? I'm really hungry..."

Mom, dad, my sister and I sat down for supper. Mom had made meatloaf and home-made scalloped potatoes 'au gratin'; there was also a small bowl of salad on top each of our plates. Mom was a great believer in starting a meal off with a salad. There were an assortment of salad dressings sitting on the middle of the table. We all had our favourites, but it was nice to change it up once in a while. There was also a bag of croutons, a shaker of bacon bits and a small bowl of grated cheese. If you're going to have a salad, you might as well make once you're going to enjoy eating. A large bowl of corn niblets with a serving spoon an a plate with celery and carrot sticks finished off the bounty of food on the table

We finished off the salads and my sister took the bowls over to the kitchen sink and rinsed them off before setting them in the bottom of the sink.

My mom's meatloaf was one of my favourite main dishes, and her home-made scalloped potatoes were absolutely my favourite way of eating potatoes. Our plates were soon full of food and we happily ate our meal, enjoying the great taste of the food and telling mom how much we appreciated her effort.

My dad asked, "So how was your first day of high-school Nick?"

"Okay I guess... I spent most of my time learning where all the classrooms were and trying to remember the names of the teachers and other students I met."

My sister piped up, "You can hardly remember where our house is let alone a big school with a lot of rooms!" She was ignored by the rest of us.

"What were the teachers like?" asked mom.

"Like teachers!" I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"Seriously though, how were they?" she asked again.