Michelle sat on her couch, a laptop in her lap, scanning the list on the screen. In her brain she checked off the sexual fantasies that she had completed. Each one brought back memorable moments, and she could see the faces of the multiple men and women who had made it possible.
Her boyfriend Nate was central in all of them. They worked together, and now played together in a continuous effort to work their way through the list of ten fantasies. Seven fantasies were down, with three to go.
She looked at the list: sex between a student and teacher; sex between a patient and a doctor or nurse; and, sex with a virgin or pretending to be a virgin.
Michelle's cell phone rang and she saw Nate's name.
"Hey."
"What are you doing? And are you naked?" he asked.
"Looking at the list, and almost."
She considered a long t-shirt over nothing as almost naked. Nate had seen her in far less.
"How many are left on the list?"
"Three," Michelle said. "Want to hear?"
"Of course."
She rattled off the items and waited for his response. After a short pause, Nate said, "Seems to me playing a virgin student shouldn't be too difficult for you."
"That's what I thought, too. I just need a teacher."
Nate smiled to himself. "Looking for volunteers?"
"Can you teach?"
"I have a Masters in teaching virgins how to have sex," he said.
"I was afraid of that," Michelle said with mock anger.
"Will you dress up as a schoolgirl?"
This time Michelle smiled. "A sex-deprived, virgin schoolgirl hot for teacher."
"God, Michelle. Stop. You're going to make me cum."
"That's one more off the list," she said.
They talked for another fifteen minutes making the arrangements of when and where they would meet. They settled on Nate's condo over the weekend. It would give Michelle time to find the right outfit. Nate wasn't sure his cock could last that long, knowing what the twenty eight year old brunette would look like when she arrived. If Nate knew one thing about his girlfriend, it was that she never skimped in making the fantasies realistic, and stimulating.
It had been ten years since Michelle played a virgin in real life, but she was confident it would all come back to her.
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Michelle was made for the role of schoolgirl. Her long, brown hair was cut in the style of a much younger girl. Her plentiful breasts were perfect for teasing teacher. Her tan, shapely legs would tempt any lecherous old man, not to mention a boyfriend her own age.
She was excited about making the trip to the adult costume store and hurried into the shop the next day after work. The young man who assisted Michelle seemed more than happy to survey every inch of her while pulling several costumes off the rack for her to choose from.
Michelle started to think that maybe sex with an adult costume store clerk might not make a bad fantasy.
In the end, she chose an outfit consisting of: shiny black ankle strap shoes; knee high white socks; a pleated red plaid miniskirt; and, a long sleeve vest-style top that buttoned down the front, or at least what there was to the front.
For the small amount of fabric involved, the costume cost more than Michelle would have expected. But she figured the benefit of wearing it would be priceless.
Saturday couldn't have come soon enough for the couple. Michelle prayed she didn't get pulled over on her way to Nate's, and he prayed he could play the role of a groping instructor before simply ripping Michelle's clothes off.
Of course, he had already done that when they fulfilled her fantasy of being forced to have sex in an elevator at work. A three for one deal, resulting in massive orgasms for both of them.
Michelle arrived safely, grabbed her schoolbooks from the passenger seat, checked her hair in the mirror, and headed for the front door. She was completely in character about the time she rang the doorbell.
Nate opened the door and Michelle said in her cheeriest voice, "Hey, Mr. Sparks. Am I late?"
She held the books in one arm, forcing her right breast to practically fall out of the low-cut and tight top. Her legs were crossed at the ankles.
"Not at all, Michelle. Come on in."
Nate scanned her from head to toe as he closed the door. His cock responded faster and stronger than even he expected. This was going to be hard...in more ways than one.
"It's so awesome that you agreed to meet with me like this. I think it's going to help a lot," Michelle said in her sexiest voice.
"I hope so," Nate replied. "I'm always more than willing to work with my best students."
Michelle started down the hallway, swaying her ass inside the little skirt much to Nate's liking. Her heels clicked on the wood floor.
"We'll go into the kitchen, Michelle," Nate told her.
She turned into the spacious room and headed straight for the table at the far end. Michelle set her books down, pulled out a chair, and settled into it with a smile.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Nate asked.
"Margarita?" Michelle replied.
Nate grinned. "I think you're too young for that, Michelle. And besides, you're here to study and learn, right? How about a Coke?"
"Oh, alright Mr. Sparks," she pouted. "I'm not old enough for alcohol. I'm not old enough for sex. I hate this."
Nate pulled the sodas out of the refrigerator and poured them into glasses. "Are you a virgin, Michelle?"
"Yes."
He put a straw in Michelle's drink and took both glasses to the table. He gave Michelle hers and sat down in the chair around the corner of the table from her. Her legs were crossed and the short skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs.
"Waiting for the right guy?" he asked, watching her daintily slip the straw between her lips.
"Yep. All the guys at school are jerks. All they want to do is get me alone in the locker room or something."
Nate glanced inside Michelle's top, marveling at the perfect curve of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin.
"And what do YOU want, Michelle?"
She sucked on the straw for a few seconds, and ran her tongue around it. "I want the first guy to know what he's doing; to make me want to fuck him."
She put her hand to her lips. "Oops. I mean have sex with him. Sorry, Mr. Sparks."
Nate smiled. "It's alright, Michelle. We're alone. Want to get started?"
Michelle opened one of her books and put it between them. She leaned forward and offered Nate a whole new view of her cleavage. She said, "I'm having trouble with this part right here."
Nate got out of his chair and stood next to her. From there, the only thing he couldn't see down her top was her nipples themselves. He glanced quickly at the book and saw that it was History.
"Well, Michelle, the Middle Ages represented a time when women were totally dominated by the male members of the family," Nate said. "They were expected to obey not only their father, but also their brothers. If they didn't, they were beaten into submission."
Michelle looked up with wide eyes.
