A Lesson in Biology

      

^{A Lesson in Biology}

^{by Robert Lubrican}

^{zbookstore.com Edition}

^{Copyright 2026 Robert Lubrican}

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^{Table of Contents}

^{Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine}

^{Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen}

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^Foreword

^{The idea for this plot grew out of a story written by an author who presented his name as GuyJD(}gujduprfe@cs.com^{). I took his plot idea and twisted it around a bit. The "Tutor seduces student" plot has been around for a long time and has been written thousands of times. I even wrote it before this in a short story called The Tutor's Blues, but that was twenty years ago. This time I went much further and added more characters. If you've read his story the beginning of this may feel familiar. That will only for the first half page, though. After that it is pure Lubrican.}

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^{Chapter One}

^{Robin was both excited and bummed. Her dream of becoming a cheerleader was within reach … but she couldn't touch it, yet. Her grades weren't high enough. It wasn't just that she wanted to be one of the cool kids. Her mother had been a cheerleader at Ole Miss and then Miss Mississippi in the Miss America contest. Robin wanted to be just like her. She was built perfectly. A tape that went around her back and under her breasts read 36 inches. It read 24 around her waist and 35 around her hips. She got her bras with a C cup that fit her breasts perfectly. She had long, blond hair and weighed around 110. So she was physically perfect for the role. But her grades in three classes were a D. Her mother told her to retake those subjects in summer school. Her dad, who got paid very well, said to get a tutor to lead her through the courses, since she would have to cram a whole semester of work into just two months.}

^{Her dad was almost always gone for his work, which involved some kind of inspections across four states. So her mother went to the school and asked where she might find a tutor for her daughter.}

^{Two names came up. One was Nancy Yeager, and the other was Marcus Wilmington. It turned out Nancy's family was going on a long vacation and Nancy was going with them. Marcus, it turned out, was available and eager to take the job because his mother had to work two jobs to support him and his two sisters.}

^{Mrs. Fitts noticed that Marcus was black. It would have been impossible for her not to. She was born and raised a southern girl and familiar with the way young, black men behaved in school. She had never dated a black boy. Her parents would have been scandalized, then had strokes, and then further scandalized. So, while having been exposed to black people, or at least black high school students, she had never actually had a conversation with a black person in her life. What made this more interesting was that Marcus didn't fit the usual profile of most black young men in school. He wasn't a jock, though he looked like one and worked out with them in the gym. He wasn't in a gang, but the bangers liked him because he helped them with their grades. There were twenty-two black students in the school and only six of them were girls. Marcus wasn't known to date any of them, or any white girls either. He was a geek. Other geeks liked him and people who needed his intelligence liked him but he kind of cruised below the radar. He was a genius, and that's what Robin needed.}

^{Marcus suggested and Robin liked the idea of taking the classes online in addition to the classroom lessons. He spent three hours with her each session and, after a full month of his help, the tests provided by the online school didn't look forbidding at all. After the first one, on which she got a C, all her test scores were either A's or high B's and she liked not feeling stupid. She actually looked forward to the quizzes. She also liked it that her tutoring took place in her bedroom, for the most part. There were some field trips in the biology class, to collect leaves and insects. They also went to the zoo, where Robin paid attention to the differences in animals for the first time. Before this a tiger was a tiger and an elephant was an elephant. Once she paid attention, the six different sub species of tigers and two of elephants were fascinating to her.}

^{It was mid-summer and the first cheer practice would be in less than a month, as in two weeks. She was not nervous about taking her final tests in her summer courses. She was sure she'd do well because Marcus had a knack for helping her understand what she was learning and why it was important. One that was done, remembering it was easy.}

^{One evening she forgot that it was a "Marcus day" and went for a long run. When she got home she was sweaty, so she took a shower. In her mind there was nothing planned for the rest of the day so she put on her "jammies," which consisted of a pair of tight "boy shorts" and an old T shirt she had stolen from her father because she loved it so much. When she first filched the shirt it was ridiculously large on her ten-year-old frame. Six years later it was still loose on her, but she now filled it out nicely.}

^{She thought she'd lie down – just for a minute – and was sound asleep when the doorbell woke her up. She lived in what most people in town called "The Fitts Mansion" and the doorbell practically played a song that lasted a good five seconds. The bell sounded again and she sat up. She looked at the clock on her bedside stand and was confused when it said 6:13 when it should have only said 4:13. She realized she had fallen asleep when the bell sounded the third time. She realized it was probably Marcus, who came every other day, usually around this time. He almost never stayed past nine P.M.}

^{Without thinking about her attire, she ran to open the door. When she opened the door it was Marcus. After he stepped inside he said, "You win."}

^{"I win what?" she asked.}

^{He pointed at her bare toes and then ran his finger up to her tousled hair. Then he indicated himself, pointing at his faded, mustard-colored athletic shorts and a tank top which revealed shoulders packed with muscles. His teeth, exposed as he grinned, looked almost blindingly white when he smiled, because his skin was so dark.}

^{"You're better looking than I am," he said.}

^{Robin giggled. She had spent enough time with Marcus that she thought of him as a friend, now. Their relationship was relaxed and, because of that, she did not consider her jammies to be improper attire.}

^{"Why are you so sweaty?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.}

^{"I was playing basketball with Tasha and Keesha, them against me. I used to beat them routinely, but they've grown up a bit and now I have to work at it." Tasha and Keesha were his sisters. "So why did I have to ring the bell three times before you opened the door?" he said. "I was beginning to think you weren't here."}

^{"I'm sorry, Marcus," she replied. "I ran an extra mile today and was tired. When I lay down I fell asleep. It turned into a nap I didn't intend to take." She frowned. "You're the genius, here, so explain to me why we say we 'take' a nap? Where do we take it from?"}

^{"Nap is a noun, which must be acted on to reveal something," he said. "We have twenty-four hours in a day and if you take one of those hours for the purpose of napping, you only have twenty-three hours left in your day. You take the time and use it. It's the same thing if you take a break or 'take five.' What is confusing to some people is that if you nap, then suddenly the word is a verb."}

^{"You know everything, don't you?" she said. She smiled.}

^{Marcus looked Robin up and down and admired her big, unfettered breasts and so much leg that he wondered if she was wearing anything under the shirt at all.}

^{When she saw his eyes raking over her body she realized what she was wearing.}

^{"Marcus! I am astounded. You don't usually look at me like that. It actually comforts me that you can act just like a normal guy."}

^{"I am a normal guy," he said. "You just haven't caught me looking before."}

^{"So you've ogled me before?"}

^{"Come on. You know you're hot. So's your mom. What I like about both of you is that you don't use that asset in a snooty way."}

^{"Well, whatever. I should change into something more appropriate."}

^{"Please don't!" Marcus said, "I don't get to ogle hot white girls very often. I promise I'm harmless."}

^{"I know you're harmless. I've gotten to know you pretty well. In fact, I'd have to say I know you better than any other male. I think I know you better than I know my daddy."}

^{"You've lived with him sixteen years," said Marcus. "Weren't you paying attention?"}

^{"He spends three weeks of each month traveling. When he's home he does his hobbies and stuff. I talk to him at meals, but that's about it."}

^{"That's sad. You have a father you only talk to a little bit and my father is never around to talk to." She already knew his father had abandoned his wife and children, leaving Delores to raise three kids alone.}

^{"It's okay. I'm used to it," she said. "Come on in. Are you sure that if I wear this it won't distract you?"}

^{"It's your mind that matters and I'm here to help you with school, not your clothes."}

^{"In this case there's aren't many clothes to help me with," she said, with a crooked smile. She was used to boys ogling her. Usually she just ignored them but for some reason she felt a little shiver as Marcus, who was six inches taller than her and coal black, checked her out. She felt her nipples crinkle and didn't have to look to know they were stiff and poking through the shirt. But Marcus was a geek and a pal, she thought. And he never dated, so what could happen? "Do you promise to behave yourself?" she asked, more out of social necessity rather than any real concern.}

^{"Don't I always behave myself?" he replied.}

^{"Okay then, let's get started," she said, "My mom is at some volunteer thing and the note she wrote me said she won't be home until ten. So we have a few hours to study."}

^{"Okay, what do you want to start with tonight?"}

^{"Well, we can start with English, then math, and do the Biology last. My room is a mess, but I know you'll cut me some slack, right?"}

^{"Your room looks nice even if it's a mess," he said. "Some day I'll show you my room, which is four wall-papered walls, a mattress on an iron bed frame, and a desk missing one leg that I have boxes stacked under. I store my clothes in plastic bins because when my dad left and we had to move, we couldn't afford to bring all our furniture. Trust me, your room could never look bad to me."}

^{"I'm sorry you're in that situation," said Robin, reaching to touch his arm.}

^{"It's not your fault," he said. "I'm used to it like you're used to the relationship you have with your father. And the money your mom is paying me to help you is really helping us, so you're actually helping me while I help you."}

^{Robin's father got paid a lot. He had bought the mansion when she was two and it was already paid off. Her mom paid the bills and the two of them usually ate together or watched a movie together and such. There was a strong bond between Robin and Molly, her mother, and they lived a very comfortable life. Because of that, Robin had never been exposed to poverty and didn't understand it. Marcus said his mother worked two jobs, so shouldn't that be enough for him to at least have decent furniture? Marcus was exposing her to much more than "book learning."}

^{Another thing that affected her was that Marcus was the first black boy she had ever talked to. She had expected him to be different, but as time passed she decided he was just like any other boy, only with black skin and different hair. And, in her mind, there was so much social distance between them that there could be no relationship that involved intimacy. She liked him. In fact she liked him a lot, but he was black and she was white. She was rich and he was poor. She was stupid, in her own mind, and he was a genius. There were so many differences that she just assumed nothing could happen between them other than what they were currently doing.}

^{As an hour went by Marcus enjoyed the view. He loved looking at Robin as she read an essay from her English book. Robin sat on her bed with one leg bent under her and the other stretched out in front of her. As she moved around Marcus got a very quick shot of the boy shorts she was wearing. They clung to her body, revealing only her thighs, but the bottom of those shorts was only four inches away from what made her a female.}

^{Marcus had appreciated Robin's appearance many times. He was as normal as grass is green, in terms of being a male. The difference was that his libido wasn't as restricted or frustrated as most other boys. That was a secret he had to make sure Robin never found out.}

^{He had gotten erections around her before, too, but he usually wore jeans, which could control his black snake and hide it from this cute white girl. Coming straight from the sibling basketball game, he was wearing loose shorts, today, something that would lead to a whole new facet of their relationship.}

^{'Damn,' Marcus thought to himself, 'It would be nice if she didn't have such beautiful, long, distracting, pale legs.'}

^{He suddenly realized that if he got a boner in these shorts, there was no way he could hide it. He was feeling dual but opposite urges. The idea of her seeing his stiffy made him get even harder, while he tried, in vain, to reposition himself on the bed. He tried sitting and lying down, and even thought about excusing himself to go to the bathroom, where he could beat off. He knew he was three quarters hard, which meant he could make it lie down on any part of his groin, but his shorts were too short to contain it. If he pulled it up, it would show where it protruded from his waistband. If he moved it horizontally, it would fall to where his leg emerged from his shorts, and expose itself there. He cursed himself for not thinking about this. He tried lying on his side with his cock resting on the gusset of his shorts. It still made a huge bulging line, but maybe she wouldn't see it.}

^{She closed her Math book.}

^{"You ready to do Biology?" he asked.}

^"Yes."

^{"Then let's get it done," he said. He hoped it would go quickly so he could go home and get rid of his boner. If nobody was home and he masturbated, it would be like he had fantasized before. He would think about Robin while he stroked one out.}

^{Robin tossed her math book on the bed and Marcus grabbed it so he could lay it against his shorts and hide his bulge. His cock was almost hard, but the fear of disgusting or scaring her and being branded a pervert kept him from getting a full hardon.}

^{"Where are we?" he asked.}

^{Robin opened the textbook and began letting pages slip past her thumb.}

^{"Chapter twelve. We finished chapter eleven last time you were here, remember?"}

^{"Oh yes," he said. "Muscles and tendons."}

^"Yes."

^{"So what is chapter twelve?"}

^{She flipped three more pages and stopped with the book open, looked down and read something, and then blushed, which Marcus thought was odd. He had never seen her blush before.}

^{Then she turned the book and showed him what was on the page.}

^{"The human reproductive system," she said as her face got even pinker.}

^{Marcus thought about what her math book was covering and the irony of it made him laugh.}

^{"What's so funny?" asked the cute teen.}

^{"Nothing," said Marcus as he felt his boner throb. "I just figured you already know everything about the reproductive system."}

^{"Why did you say that?" she asked. He saw genuine confusion in her eyes.}

^{He wasn't going to play games. When a girl looked like her, it suggested she'd had sex dozens of times.}

^{He turned to the page of an animated view of the male penis and asked her, "How many of these have you seen before?"}

^{She blushed and said, "None," she said. "I don't let boys get that far on dates. I might have seen my dad's. He walks around naked sometimes when he's home, but I never tried to see his … I mean, ewww."}

^{"I'm sorry," he said. He actually felt bad that he had assumed she was … experienced. He realized he was stereotyping her.}

^{"So … help me understand girls. Do girls ever think about seeing one? Have you ever wanted to see one?"}

^{She blushed beet red.}

^{"I'm supposed to say no," she said.}

^{"Don't worry about what you think you should say. We're studying and you should say whatever you need to, to get questions answered."}

^{"Okay, sure. I've been curious. But I don't want to get a reputation. Boys blab about everything they do with a girl. If I let a guy show me that on a date his friends would all know about it before I was home and had my makeup off. That's why I don't go out with a guy more than two or three times. If I go farther than that, they want to go farther than I'm willing to go."}

^{"So you've never seen one," he said.}

^{"Didn't I just say that?" she barked.}

^{"Would you like to see one in real life then?"}

^{"How the heck could I do that?" she snorted. "Didn't I also just tell you I don't let guys expose themselves to me?"}

^{"Yes, but you have an opportunity, if you want to take it, to see a penis for real. To answer your question … you could see mine."}

^{"Yours." She blinked. She looked at her math book. "You'd show me yours?"}

^{"Yes," he said. "It is kind of a perfect example of part of the reproductive system. But I don't want you to get freaked out or scared if I show it to you. I don't want to mess up our relationship."}

^{"So you'd show it to me … now?" she said.}

^{"Only if you want me to," he said.}

^{"For real," she said. "And you promise you won't tell anybody you did it?"}

^{"Think about that," he said. "Poor, black boy exposes himself to rich white girl. I don't think anybody would believe it was at her request. Trust me, I would never even dream of telling anybody."}

^{"Then okay," she said.}

^{"You want to see it?"}

^{"Didn't I just say that?"}

^{"No. You said 'okay.'"}

^{She rolled her eyes.}

^{"Marcus, would you please show me your penis?"}

^{He moved the book. His cock had moved as it hardened and now the tip of his penis was exposed where his leg left his shorts.}

^{She blushed hard again, but didn't look away. She could see a thick line that led from the tip back along his groin.}

^{"Good grief!" she yipped. "Is that real?"}

^{"Yup," he said.}

^{"Why is it like that?"}

^{He picked up her biology book, looked at a few pages and then read.}

^{"The penis fills with blood, which makes it firm enough to enter the female's vagina during sex."}

^{"It wants to have sex?"}

^{"Yup," he said.}

^{"Who with?" she asked, still dazed.}

^{"Well, I'd think the answer to that would be obvious. How many females do you see in this room?"}

^{"Oh!" she yipped. "But why is it already like that? We haven't really even started the chapter!"}

^{"I think you know what you look like," said Marcus. "Every boy who sees you checks you out and I bet ninety percent of them get like this in their pants."}

^{Robin felt a ball of heat grow in her tummy. She'd wished many times she could see a real one, but was too chicken to chance it. Now, though, with Marcus here, in the privacy of her bedroom, she could see one. She looked at his face.}

^{"Can I see the rest of it?" She swallowed. "I mean all of it?"}

^{"Sure," he said.}

^{He got off the bed and took his shorts off. He knew he'd feel funny wearing his shirt, so as he stood he whipped that off, too. He stood there, nude, tall, muscled, like a black Adonis.}

^{The ball in Robin's belly expanded and she felt the familiar itch in her pussy that meant she'd have to rub, tonight.}

^{"Man, oh, man," she said. "I did not expect to see this. I am amazed."}

^{"All boys look like this," he said.}

^{"No, they don't. I've seen guys with their shirts off. I can only think of one who had muscles like yours. I'm looking at all of you. What amazes me is that I thought it looked gigantic in your shorts, but now that I can see all of you, with all your muscles showing, it kind of fits your build."}

^{"Most of the guys who work out at the gym look like me," he said.}

^{"They're not here. You are. Can I touch it?"}

^{"Yes," he said, stepping closer to her.}

^{"Will you still behave yourself?" she remembered to ask.}

^{"I'll try," he said.}

^{She looked into his eyes with a frown.}

^{"I promise not to force you to do anything," he said. "But it's erect and you know what that means, so don't be surprised if I say some inappropriate things."}

^{"Oh. Okay," she said. "I know you'd never hurt me."}

^{She moved to sit on the edge of the bed and her shirt pulled off of her panties, exposing them. She was so interested in his dark shaft that she didn't even notice.}

^{She reached and touched the long, hard thing with one fingertip. It moved and she jerked her finger back. It moved back to where it had been. She did that several more times until her small hand grasped the shaft.}

^{"It's hot!" she gasped.}

^{"It's 98.6 degrees," he said.}

^{"Wow! This is so cool!" Her hand moved and his skin slid, which amazed her again.}

^{She peppered him with questions about why it moved and how it moved. He showed her how to push the foreskin back enough to expose the head and she laughed with joy.}

^{"This looks way too big to go in a girl's … um ..."}

^{"Vagina," he said, using the proper word for it.}

^{"Yes. Vagina. It looks too, too huge to fit."}

^{"It was made to fit," he said. "Nature made it to fit perfectly."}

^{"But there is no way. I mean when I put my finger …" She stopped again and blushed bright red.}

^{"Masturbation is normal," Marcus said. "Everybody does it. It's an instinct. Don't be embarrassed about that."}

^{She swallowed.}

^{"Okay. When I … masturbate … it feels tight even around my finger. I … um … used my hairbrush handle one time and it was hard to push in and it's like a quarter of the size of this."}

^{She squeezed his prod.}

^{"Your vagina will stretch to allow a baby's head to pass through the birth canal," he said. "Is a baby's head bigger than this?"}

^{"Well, sure, but giving birth hurts!"}

^{"If done properly, sex will never hurt, no matter the difference in size."}

^{"You sound like you've done it before," she said, looking at his face. "Have you?"}

^{"How would you feel if I asked you if you were a virgin?" he asked.}

^{"You already know I'm a virgin," she said.}

^{"How would you have felt if, when I got here tonight, I asked you, 'Hey, Robin. Are you a virgin?'"}

^{"Oh. I get it. I'm sorry. I won't pry."}

^{"I don't mind answering the question," he said. "I'm not a virgin."}

^{"You've had sex?" she asked, unconsciously stroking his prick. "Who with?"}

^{Marcus thought of his single mom, who was thirty-three and in great shape. After her husband abandoned them, she didn't trust men. She did trust her son and she still had urges, so she taught him how to satisfy those urges. When his sisters turned fourteen and sixteen and got very interested in boys, she had him satisfy them, too, so they wouldn't let strange boys fuck them. He couldn't tell Robin all this, of course.}

^{"That's private. Whatever girl I have sex with is private, between her and me."}

^{"But you're a geek," she said, calling him that for the first time. "You don't even go on dates."}

^{"School isn't the only place I come into contact with girls," he said. As they talked, Robin's grip got tighter and her strokes got faster, instinctively. "If you keep doing that I'm going to ejaculate and make a big mess," he said.}

^{She looked at her hand and stopped, but did not let go.}

^{"When you had sex you ejaculated, right?"}

^"Yes."

^{"Were you wearing a condom?"}

^"No."

^{"Why not?"}

^{"Because my partners didn't want me to."}

^"Why?"

^{"When there is skin to skin contact during sex, all the little bumps you're feeling right now get felt by the walls of the vagina. And the walls of your vagina have little ridges in them, which the penis feels. If the penis is covered by a condom less of that can be felt. Sex just feels better without a condom."}

^{"What about babies?"}

^{He picked up the book and leafed through it again. He stopped and read: "The average woman is fertile for six days out of her normal twenty-eight day menstrual cycle; five days before she ovulates and the day of her actual ovulation. While sperm can live up to five days inside the woman's body, her egg is only viable for roughly twenty-four hours and then it dies."}

^{"So you only have sex with them when it's not during those six days," she said.}

^{"That is correct," he said.}

^{"How many women?" she asked, still stroking him slowly.}

^{"Not information I spread around," he said. "Just like I'll never tell anyone you stroked my cock, or that you're doing it like a pro."}

^{"This is making me feel really funny inside," she said.}

^{"That is your body producing hormones that get it ready to have sex."}

^{"But I'm not going to have sex," she said.}

^{"Neither am I, but our bodies don't know that. This is biology in action."}

^{She watched his foreskin thinning and disappearing and then coming back as she stroked.}

^{"This is the coolest thing I've ever seen," she said.}

^{"Would you like to see it ejaculate?" he asked. He knew he was taking a chance, but her reaction, thus far, had suggested she might be interested in more.}

^{She looked up.}

^{"Can I?"}

^{"Of course. We're studying the reproductive system, after all, and ejaculation is part of that."}

^{"What do I do?" she asked.}

^{"Well, what you're doing right now feels good, but if I had a little more stimulation it would go faster."}

^{"What kind of stimulation?" she asked.}

^{"I'd really love to see your breasts."}

^{She looked up at him.}

^{"Boys always want to see them," she said. "I've never showed them to a boy."}

^{"You've also never had your hand around a boy's stiff penis while you tried to get him to ejaculate," he pointed out.}

^{"That is true. You'll still behave, right?"}

^{"As well as I can," he said.}

^{She let go of his cock and pulled the T shirt over her head. Her hair was in a ponytail and did nothing to cover her tits.}

^{"Gorgeous," he sighed.}

^{"They're just boobs," she said.}

^{"They're gorgeous boobs," he said.}

^{"Okay," she said as she gripped his prong again. "Tell me why they're gorgeous."}

^{"They are full and round, but not sagging," he said. "Your areolas are a lighter shade of maroon than your nipples, which look pink. They look like they're ready to feed a baby, or to be sucked during foreplay."}

^{"Foreplay," she said.}

^{"This would be foreplay if we were going to have sex, which we are not."}

^{"Oh. Well, foreplay is fun."}

^{"It's supposed to be," he said. "Now, stroke faster."}

^{She did and he reached to cup one breast and lift it. His black fingers slid across her stiff nipples and she squirmed. When he squeezed a nipple gently she moaned.}

^{"Is that foreplay, too?" she asked.}

^{"Yes. Sucking them would also be foreplay."}

^{"When I get married, I'm going to do foreplay a lot."}

^{"You can do it a lot before you get married," he said. "Just don't have sex when you do it."}

^{"Like now," she said.}

^{"Yes, like now."}

^{"After you ejaculate, will you suck my nipples?" she asked.}

^{"I'd love to," he said. "In fact, the thought of doing that is about to make me cum. Speed up a little bit and grip it a little bit harder. Go as far as you can in both directions."}

^{To do this she felt like she needed to change her position, so she pushed him back from the bed and got on her knees in front of him. With an overhand grip using both hands she was able to do exactly what he needed.}

^{"Here it comes," he gasped.}

^{He didn't prepare her for it. That was because one of his favorite things, when his sisters were ripe, was to shoot on their breasts. They rubbed it in like it was body lotion. His mother never let him do that. She always wanted him to ejaculate inside her. They were both amazed that he hadn't gotten her pregnant.}

^{When it happened she felt the slight enlargement of the tube that delivered his cum. The first jet landed on her chin and she just naturally pulled down, so it wouldn't get on her face. His second through fifth shots got all over her big tits.}

^{"It's hot!" she squealed.}

^{"98.6 degrees," he panted. "Rub it all over your breasts. It's good for them."}

^{His penis was already softening and felt less … interesting … so she abandoned it and spread her hands through his spooge, rubbing it all over her round, heavy breasts.}

^{"This feels better than it usually does," she panted.}

^{"Do you want to cum, like you do when you masturbate?" he asked.}

^{"Yes, but I don't want to stop doing this. It feels really good."}

^{"Let me help you," he said.}

^{He helped her stand up and move back onto the bed. While her hands rubbed in circles, he got on the bed beside her and, without asking permission, slid his hand into her panties. Before she could object his long middle finger was hooked into her pussy and he began sawing it in and out, making sure to massage her clit.}

^{"Oh fuck!" she gasped. Then, "I'm sorry. Please don't tell my mother I said that."}

^{He almost laughed, but paid attention to getting her off. If he could get her off this time, it was possible she'd let him get her off again … and again … and maybe even with his cock in her white, teenage pussy.}

^{Robin was in a situation she wasn't prepared for. Had someone told her she'd get to feel an erection today she would have called them crazy. If they had also said she'd take off her shirt, exposing almost all of her body to a boy, she would have said a ride to the funny farm was in order. And if that person had said she would masturbate the penis and that it would spurt ejaculate all over her naked breasts and then the owner of the penis would push his finger into her pussy and rub her there, she might have screamed and run away.}

^{But nature drives us to do new things and the circumstances allowed her to let herself be pushed. Her relationship with Marcus was so comfortable and so trusting that it allowed her to go waaay off script. She just went with it, because that way she didn't have to think about what was happening. Her mind was overstimulated and it only took him a minute to get her off. With his finger deep enough in her to rim her cervix it was obvious her hymen was gone. She groaned and whined and her hips jerked up and down. He felt her pussy gripping his finger and left it there, motionless as her orgasm washed over her. Her hands flopped to her sides and he leaned over to suck one of her nipples. He didn't mind the taste of his own semen. Her hand came to hold his head to her breasts while he simulated nursing like a baby.}

^{"No hymen?" he asked gently.}

^{"Tampons," she gasped. "Oh, fuck, that felt good."}

^{Her pussy told him when to slowly pull his finger out of her. He stopped sucking and moved his face to her face. When he kissed her she didn't resist at all. In fact, she returned his kiss, feeling his larger than usual lips seem warmer and softer than any she had ever kissed. Their tongues touched each other briefly, but neither pushed into the other's mouth. It was passionate, but faded to tender, just like her orgasm had been hot and hard, and then faded to just a good feeling.}

^{He lifted his lips.}

^{"You okay?"}

^{"I'm perfect," she sighed.}

^{"Me, too," he said.}

^{"That was foreplay, right?" she panted, gently.}

^{"Yup," he said.}

^{"I want to do some more foreplay in the future."}

^{"I'll be happy to do it with you," he said.}

^{Just like that, she had halfway seduced herself, and Marcus was halfway to pushing his black snake deep in her pussy and shooting there, instead of on her tits.}      

^{Neither of them could be blamed for being completely normal.}

^{Chapter Two}

^{There was only half an hour before Robin's mom was supposed to get home. They used that half hour to explore kissing. Marcus, of course, had kissed his mother and sisters as he fucked them and Robin had kissed boys she dated quite a lot. But these kisses were somehow different. They were somehow more intimate. If they'd had an hour to kiss they would have ended up naked again.}

^{But they didn't, and Marcus was gone by the time Molly got home. She had been at a fundraiser for the Humane Society Shelter and had learned something that pissed her off royally. She had learned that her husband, Brad, was cheating on her with his intern at work. The intern was in college and two of her friends were at the fundraiser. One was the roommate of a girl named Crystal, who had been bragging about how she had scored a sugar daddy where she was interning. Then Brad's name came up.}

^{"He's married, but he says he's going to get a divorce," said the girl.}

^{So, when Molly got home, she was not a happy camper. She went looking for a fight with her daughter, but found the girl studiously studying, which calmed the woman down.}

^{"How was your tutoring session?" she asked.}

^{"Fine," said Robin, as if it didn't matter. "He makes things easy to understand."}

^{"Good," said Molly. "I don't care about the cheerleading. I just want you to be able to get into a good college and good grades and good SAT scores are the way to do that."}

^{"I know, Mom," drawled Robin. "My test scores are getting better and better."}

^{"What's he like?" asked Molly, who was just trying to make conversation that was normal.}

^{"You mean Marcus?"}

^{"Yes. He comes from different people than we do. Has there been any friction?"}

^{Robin thought about the friction of Marcus's finger in her pussy but pushed that thought aside before she blushed.}

^{"His mom is a single mom and he has two sisters," said Robin. "He has to work to supplement their income."}

^{"So he has other students?"}

^{"Yes, but I don't know who. Why are you asking this?"}

^{"I don't know. I guess I'm just curious. I was raised in the south and was taught not to talk to black people. Now I understand how foolish that was. I've never spent five minutes with any black people so I don't know what they're like."}

^{"They're like anybody else, Mom," said Robin. "Cut Marcus and he'll bleed red."}

^{"I want to talk to him," said Molly. She could not have articulated why she had decided that.}

^"Why?"

^{"I don't know!" snapped Robin's mother. "He spends hours alone with my daughter. He's a man, or at least he looks like one. I worry about you."}

^{"Mom, Marcus doesn't have a girlfriend. He doesn't go on dates. A lot of kids think he's gay and in the closet. He doesn't show any interest in girls at school the way all the other boys do."}

^{"So you don't want me to talk to him." Molly's voice was hard.}

^{"I didn't say that," said Robin. "You can talk to him all you want to. You're paying him by the hour and if you want to pay him to talk to you that's your business. He's a teacher's aide at summer school, so I'll see him tomorrow. I'll ask him if he can give me four hours Thursday night instead of three."}

^{Molly almost said not to worry about it, and that she didn't need to talk to the boy. But Brad's indiscretion had her angry and she wanted to do something different … crazy. And spending an hour talking to a person from a completely different social class might be what she needed.}

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^{The next day Robin got Marcus off in a corner and told him what her mother wanted to do.}

^{"Does she suspect something?" he asked.}

^{"No. She was acting weird, like something was bothering her, but it didn't have anything to do with me."}

^{"Okay," he said. "I'll talk to her as much as she wants. She's paying me by the hour."}

^{"That's what I told her," said Robin. "I'm upset that we won't be able to do any foreplay, though."}

^{"Me, too. Maybe I can come over some night when I'm not tutoring."}

^{"Dad is gone for another week before he gets back and Mom volunteers at a dozen places. I'll find a night you can come over."}

^{"Great," he said with a smile. "I wish I could kiss you right now."}

^{"I wish you could suck my nipples right now," she replied, with her eyes peering through her eyelashes.}

^{"I'd get a boner," he said, softly.}

^{"Why do you think I want you to suck my nipples?" she asked.}

^{"I thought because it feels good to you?"}

^{"Well of course I love how it feels. But I love it more when you get hard because of me."}

^{"Now I'm going to be hard for the rest of the day," he said.}

^{"Well don't let Miss Carson see it that way."}

^"Why?"

^{"She just broke up with her boyfriend and she might be on the prowl. I don't want her prowling my penis."}

^{"So it's yours, now?" He smiled.}

^{"Well, it's the only one I can want, and I want it most of the time, but I guess you actually own it."}

^{"Thanks so much," he said.}

^{"I have to go. Can you come early?"}

^{"I'll cum early," he replied, using the word completely differently. He planned to masturbate before he went. Molly Fitts was as good looking as her daughter and it was easy to imagine her naked. He knew that, being married, she had fucked plenty of times and wouldn't be shy, as long as she was interested. Of course he didn't expect her to be interested, but it was a fun fantasy. He even had one fantasy in which Molly and Robin were side by side, naked, as he hopped back and forth between them, giving one an orgasm and then moving to give the other an orgasm.}

^{"And don't wear those shorts that let your penis come out," said Robin. "I don't want my mother to see that. She'd freak."}

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^{Molly Fitts had her own social circle, and it included Marsha Wells, whose husband was a lawyer. Not only was he a lawyer, he knew some divorce lawyers. Molly got a referral and an appointment through Marsha's husband. She wasn't going to wait for Brad to start divorce proceedings. The appointment was a week later, though, so Molly had to act like everything was normal for that week.}

^{She and Brad had separate bedrooms. That was because Brad said she snored and moved around in the bed too much and his sleep was suffering because of it. Now she suspected that it was because Brad was using all his fucking energy on some girl, which was why he had showed no interest in her, sexually, in months. She had just thought it was because he always came home exhausted. Now she suspected the exhaustion was an act.}

^{She knew how divorce usually played out when wealthy people were involved, so she knew she would need some kind of evidence to claim he had broken their wedding vows, if she was going to come out of a divorce with any money in the bank. Another of her friends knew a private investigator, in relation to her own divorce. She got his number "for a cousin who needed such services" and called him. "Him" turned out to be a "her" but the investigator was was eager to help, primarily because she recognized the name. They were rich and she doubled her usual retainer and fee.}

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^{Thursday night Molly couldn't decide what to wear to talk to this young black man. So she asked her daughter about that.}

^{"Mom, it's not a party," sighed Robin. "Just wear normal clothes."}

^{"I was thinking about swimming before he came. Would it be inappropriate to talk to him in my swim suit?"}

^{"If you don't mind him ogling you," said Robin with a smile.}

^{"Why would he do that?"}

^{"Mom, you're gorgeous. That swimsuit might be a one piece but it fits you like a second skin. You didn't like the bulges the modesty panels made so you took them out, remember?"}

^"Yes."

^{"Well, if I can be blunt, whenever you wear that and it gets wet, your nipples show and so does your camel toe."}

^{"No it doesn't!" gasped Molly.}

^{"Yes, it does."}

^{"Brad never said anything about that," said Molly.}

^{"That's because he never looks at you when you get out of the water. He's always got his nose in the Wall Street Journal or something."}

^{Molly's emotions boiled over. That simple comment: "He never looks at you," caused her tears to start spilling down over her cheeks.}

^{Robin was alert instantly. Her intuition sensed something was wrong … badly wrong.}

^{"What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked going to hug her mother.}

^{"I can't tell you," sobbed Molly.}

^{"Of course you can. We talk about everything, remember?"}

^{"I can't talk about this," groaned Molly.}

^{It took fifteen minutes but Robin finally got her mother to talk. She got upset, too, and angry with her father.}

^{"And you're going to have the private investigator watch him?"}

^{Molly nodded. "I don't know what to ask her to look for, though."}

^{"She does that for a living. She'll know what to do. Okay. Good. So we have a plan."}

^{"It isn't 'we', Darling," said Molly. "This isn't your problem. Whatever happens Brad is your father and he'll always be your father."}