Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

"Nick, is that you?" asked my mom.

"Yes mom, it's me" I replied.

She said nothing more as I stared at the kitchen clock and willed the minute hand to hurry up and move the final 4 minutes that remained before I could call Sylvia. I watched the red second hand as it traveled around the dial, in what seemed to be moving in slow motion before finally passing the top of the dial and pulling the minute hand along until it was pointing directly at the nine o'clock position.... 8:45 pm at last!

I unfolded the paper I pulled out of my pocket and dialed the number written on it. One ring, two rings, three rings, then the pause before it would ring for the fourth time, then the sound of the phone being answered on the other end.

"Hello, this is Sylvia. Is that you Nick?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, it's me, Sylvia. How are you?" A master of the art of telephone communication was not. This seemed not to bother her though as she replied, "I'm fine, thank you for asking"

She continued, "I'm babysitting again, would you like to come over for some more tutoring?"

I needed no time or thought to answer that question!

"Yes. Yes, I would like that. I would like that a lot!" I enthused

"Okay then, you know where and how to get here. I'll see you soon", the line clicked, and she was gone.

I turned around to find my mother standing close enough to me to have heard the entire conversation I had just had with Sylvia.

"Another tutoring' session son?" she asked, her face showing that she, in fact, knew exactly what was going to happen and that learning English wasn't on the schedule.

I just smiled a tiny bit and nodded my head up and down.

Mom looked at the clock and said, "Well, it's Friday night, and no school tomorrow, you can stay out until one o'clock. But I want you in the house by then, understand?"

"Yes mom", I exclaimed, the excitement clear in my voice. I turned and almost fell down the short flight of stairs in my rush to leave the house and get to where Sylvia was.

I walked as fast as I could, just short of jogging in my hurry to get downtown. I had decided not to ride my bike, there was nowhere to lock it up. Also; I didn't have a bike lock, so the question was kind of moot.

I slowed down to a normal pace as I neared the door. I didn't want to be panting and out of breath when I met Sylvia upstairs. As before, I rang the doorbell 3 times then proceeded up the stairs and turned left to face the door. Just as my hand got close to the door it opened, revealing Sylvia looking stunningly sexy as she smiled at me and took my hand in hers, pulling me gently inside and closing the door behind me. Her hands were amazingly soft, and her fingers looked like she had just come from a beauty salon.

She put her hands behind my head and gently pulled me towards her. "HI Nick," her soft and lusty voice said before she put her lips on mine and softly began to kiss me. I put my hands around her back, pulling her close to myself and embracing her firmly against my chest. I could feel heat where her breasts were pushed gently against my chest.

As we continued to kiss my hands roamed up and down Sylvia's back, up as high as the back of her head and as low down to her perfect little ass. I let my hands slip under her skirt, over her lacy underwear then gently squeezed her soft, warm globes of flesh.

A soft, "Oh gawd" escaped her lips before they again pressed against mine, her tongue moving towards my lips as mine moved out of my mouth to reach hers in the middle ground where our lips were joined together. I continued to caress her, moving my hands up and down repeatedly as our kiss became hotter and more passionate. She was moaning very softly, the pitch and volume coinciding with the placement of my hands on different parts of her body. After what seemed to be an abbreviated eternity, she released my head and moved back a bit, my hands falling down to my sides as she moved.

"That was a very nice way to say 'Hello' Nick. I have never been kissed like that before. Your hands are really quite warm, and your touch is very pleasing... firm but not too hard." Her voice trailed off as she concentrated on bringing her breathing back under control, drawing in a few deep breaths until she was calm again. She took me by the hand and led me into the room with the couch and the TV, which was turned off.

The lights were also off... the only illumination in the room was from two candles, one on each of the tables at either end of the couch. They were large, fat, gold-colored candles that gave off just enough light to see by, but not so much that they looked too bright. They were in fact, just right.

We sat down on the couch, facing each other, her hands gently holding mine as she gazed into my eyes. I peered back, into her eyes, past the green color and straight into the black of the pupil. We held our heads and our gaze for a long moment before she finally broke eye contact, lowering the intensity of her unabashed stare. She smiled and then looked back up at me, saying, "You are the only person who has ever met and held my gaze. Most people drop their eyes or look away to one side, but you didn't... It was quite a different thing to see and experience."

She let her smile widen to a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling and reflecting the candlelight. She let my hands go and pulled herself to me, her hands behind my back, pushing gently but very firmly until she was as close to me as she could get without feeling crushed, her chest slowly rising and falling, her breasts matching the movement as they pressed against my chest.

As she squeezed me a bit, she looked up to my eyes again and said, "I had planned to try and teach you something tonight, something to do with English, something you could write down in your notebook. But I see you forgot your notebook and your bookbag, so I guess that isn't going to happen."

The lusty look on her face strongly suggested to me that the chance of English being learned would only be on the small but important sounds that two people in lust make. I estimated the chance of that was extrernely high... I was quite sure that nearly 100% of the sounds the two of us would be making as the night progressed.

But before that could happen, I had a question for Sylvia.

"Sylvia, what have you and Terri been talking about, and where did you get the underwear that you gave her?" I asked very softly. I didn't want her to think that disapproved, or to feel under any pressure from me on the subject.

"Well... I have a cousin who attends high school. Her parents are pretty uptight and there was no way she would be able to buy lacy

black crotchless underwear herself. Her parents are way too overbearing for her to even get a chance to buy some. So, the last time I went lingerie shopping I picked up some nice things for her and gave them to her when her family came for Sunday dinner a few weeks ago. She was thrilled to death to finally have some sexy underwear... matching bra and panties, regular and crotchless. And... there was one pair of panties that didn't quite fit her in just the right way. Crotchless panties can be hard to get to fit just right, and so she left that pair behind. She didn't need a pair that didn't fit when she is so concerned about where she is going to hide the things that she did take."