All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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Steven was so amazed at what had happened at Lindsey's house that it took him a couple of days to get his thoughts together before he spoke to his sister. But eventually he did talk to her.
He gave Nadia a bit of a sanitized version of what had gone on between him and the girls. But in the end it was pretty clear that when he left Lindsey's living room he was no longer the blushing virgin he had been when he arrived there.
Nadia listened to her brother with an amused smile as he stammered his way through his story, sometimes blushing, sometimes boasting but obviously quite pleased with himself. She was quite a bit more mature than her brother. She had lost her virginity two years earlier so that part of his story wasn't as fascinating to her as it was to him. Even to her fairly nerdy brother it had to happen sooner or later she reasoned to herself.
What did get her attention was the part of Steven's story about what he had said about Vance Rudetski, the football quarterback. She had gone out with Vance a couple of times herself. And in retrospect she found she couldn't remember very much about what they did on those two or three dates.
Of course they had had a few drinks and she did remember the mornings after as being particularly grueling. But she hadn't thought too much about it. She had quickly decided that Vance was a little too full of himself for her taste and after a couple of dates she just stopped returning his calls although, come to think about it, he hadn't really called that much. Nadia thought she might want to talk to Danielle to see what else she might have to say about Mr. Rudetski.
Steven then expounded his theory that the Rings they had inherited from their uncle were somehow responsible for his recent deflowering.
Nadia considered this and surprisingly her first reaction wasn't to call his idea idiotic. She had always found their whole little treasure trove from the old world to be kind of mystical. She wouldn't have said that Steven was never going to get laid but it was pretty weird that his first time was with two of the biggest hotties in the school. What was that about? So she said she'd reserve judgment and maybe do some experimenting of her own.
Steven was elated that his sister seemed to be taking him seriously. He told her he had something in mind himself although he didn't tell her the specifics. He just said that maybe they could both see how things worked out and later compare notes.
Nadia agreed but told him not to get too carried away. It could be that his theory about the rings was wrong and she didn't want him making a fool of himself. Steven had almost convinced himself that in fact the rings were some kind of silver bullet. His sister's warning slowed him down a little and he began to think he should be a little more careful with his plans.
A few days later Steven was in Mrs. Blain's class wearing a dress shirt, his best pants the ring and a beaming smile. Throughout the class he toyed with the ring and stared at Mrs. Blain as if every formula she repeated was like the commandments being delivered from the Mount.
Mrs. Blain was definitely the best looking teacher in the school. She wasn't the youngest, that would be Miss Johansen who was fresh out of teacher's college and pretty cute.
Mrs. Blain was probably in her mid thirties. A lot of the guys said she looked just like Teri Hatcher from 'Desperate Housewives' and Steven had to admit she did. Except maybe her tits were a little bigger than Teri Hatcher's. At least Steven thought they were. Maybe it was just the fact that she had a waspishly thin waist that made her tits look so big.
He always thought of Mrs. Blain as being elegant. She often wore a suit with a form fitting skirt, nylons and heels. She never wore pants. And sometimes she'd take the jacket of her suit off. Beneath it she favored satin blouses or sometimes light sweaters that often looked like she had spray painted them on. All the guys loved it when it was hot and she walked up and down between the desks with her high heels clacking and her conical breasts shuddering gently under her blouse in time with each step. Mrs. Blain was well aware of the effect she had on these testosterone charged young men and she didn't usually walk around without her jacket for very long. She didn't want any of them to spontaneously combust .
So on the day that Steven began his campaign to lure Mrs. Blain into his clutches by invoking the power of the ring, she couldn't help but notice how attentive he was being and a couple of times she graced him with a smile of her own. But at the end of class she dismissed everyone without a second glance at Steven as she gathered up her materials for the next study group.
Steven didn't know what he had expected but he was pretty sure he should have got some sort of sign. But there was nothing. Well maybe it was just as well he hadn't gone overboard on his first attempt. But he wasn't about to give up.
So for the next couple of weeks Steven kept up the pressure. Always well dressed, always smiling and always focused on bending Mrs. Blain's will to his own, he went to her classes with eager anticipation.
And every day the same result. Nothing. She'd ask him questions periodically, which he always knew the answer to. Nothing new there. But other than that...nada, zilch.
Oh he got sweet talked into doing a bunch of work for Lindsey and her friends, but that seemed to be expected of him all of a sudden and there were no more carrots for him for his efforts, just the stick. But that didn't bother him so much because he was really intent on his plans to seduce his voluptuous chemistry teacher.
But two whole weeks of this went by and Mrs. Blain was still showing no signs of cracking. Steven was beginning to think that his theory about the rings must be bogus. His little tryst with Lindsey and Danni must have just been some kind of aberration. And he was starting to get headaches in Mrs. Blain's class because of 'over-concentrating'.
He was glad when another weekend rolled around and he could get a couple of days off. He even let his mother brow beat him into going to one of the spring dances at the school on Friday night, an event that he would normally avoid like the plague. He just went to kill a couple of hours so he'd get home not too early and still get a good night's sleep.
So that was how he found himself propping up one of the walls in the gym around ten o'clock, looking at his watch and counting the minutes until he could reasonably get out of there.
And that's where he was when Lindsey opened one of the doors from the hallway and breathlessly stuck her head in to scan the room. She saw Steven but kept looking around for a moment. She apparently couldn't find who she was looking for so she turned back to Steven.
"Steven...Come here! Come on!..." Lindsey hissed.
Steven was wondering what might have Lindsey so excited so he was quick to join her at the door. Lindsey grabbed his hand and practically dragged him behind her as she scooted down the hall.
