No character in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
I will leave it to the reader to decide what is true and what is fiction. I have been around long enough to know that each person decides what is true or not based on their own experiences, and NOT based on what is actually true.
Chapter 26 -- Beatrice
"Hi Pete," Shirley's friend said. "I'm Beatrice. Do you think you could find time to help me with math? Shirley said you are really good at math and science, and I have a hard time understanding them."
"What math class are you taking?" I asked.
"I'm in college algebra," Beatrice answered. "Since I understand that you are taking calculus, I assume that you already know algebra."
"OK," I said. "I tutor Shirley on Thursdays. Is there a day that will work for you?"
"I'm OK with any day," Beatrice replied. "Whatever day will be good for you is fine with me. When Shirley told me about you, I didn't really think you would say yes, so I would be agreeable to almost anything."
"What are you doing on Sunday?" I asked. "It would give us plenty of time to figure out how much you already know and start working on your weak points."
"Sunday is fine," she said. "My mom works on Sundays, so we will have the house to ourselves." Beatrice then wrote her address and phone number down on a piece of paper and had me write my contact info down in her notebook. Remember, this was long before cell phones were introduced, so we are talking about home phone numbers. I said I would be there at about noon on Sunday, and Beatrice said she would have lunch ready for me. That made me smile.
On Thursday, Shirley gave me an extra special "thank you" for helping her friend Beatrice, so even if things didn't work out with Beatrice, I figured I had come out ahead. On Sunday, I pulled up to the address Beatrice had given me and walked up to the front door. I had barely arrived at the front door when it opened, and there was Beatrice standing in a mini skirt and tee. This was 1972, the year that micro minis came out, and I had never before seen such a short skirt on a girl. Talk about sexy. My cock responded immediately.
"Hi Pete," she said. "Lunch is on the table." We went into the kitchen where sandwiches, chips and lemonade were waiting for us. We talked during lunch, and by the end of the meal, I knew a lot about Beatrice. Like Shirley, she lived alone with her mother; she was fairly shy; she stumbled over the most basic of math concepts; and she was gorgeous. Beatrice was about 5'2" tall, maybe 110 lbs., long silky black hair (which I had grown fond of in the Philippines), stunning dark blue eyes, a small nose (perfect), and pale blemish-free skin. She said she was a "black Irish," whatever that was.
One last thing I learned was that her mother had never let her have a boyfriend in high school. I asked if her mother would be OK with me being alone in the house with her. She replied that her mom was happy that she was getting help with her math class, so it was OK.
After lunch, I asked where her math book was, and we walked into her bedroom, where her algebra book was laying on the bed. I sat down on her bed and started thumbing through the book, asking her questions as I went. It soon became apparent that Beatrice knew nothing about anything in the book. That made it easy for me. I just had to start at the beginning. Luckily, she hadn't waited too long to ask for help, so she hadn't failed any tests in the class yet. It was soon quite clear that she would have failed (as going down in flames) without help.
We started at the beginning of the book and worked through concept after concept. After a couple of hours, she started to at least understand the material, and she commented that I was an excellent teacher. That made me smile. She asked if I was going into teaching, but I laughed. "There isn't any money in teaching. I'm going into engineering where I can put these concepts into practice."
"That makes sense," she replied. "Speaking of money, I don't have any money to pay you for your time."
"No problem," I said. "I never asked for any money."
Beatrice leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you. I was worried about how to pay you."
I smiled. "Your kisses will be payment enough," I replied.
Beatrice smiled back and leaned forward for another kiss. This time, I took advantage of her momentum, and pulled her into me even further. She ended up laying on top of me, and our kisses slowly started to become more and more intimate and passionate. She was obviously enjoying this, even though she was just as obviously as inexperienced in kissing as she was in algebra.
She was having a hard time keeping her balance above me, and Beatrice ended up straddling my hips as we kissed. That was very good because her mini skirt, which barely covered her bottom to start with, was then wadded up around her waist. As we kissed, my hands were exploring her body, and she was soon moaning into my kisses as the sensations started to overwhelm her.
Beatrice was wearing a T-top, and I slid it up her torso until it was riding up under her arms. When she realized what was happening, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and off of her head, leaving her clad in just her lacy bra and her mini-skirt. We continued to kiss, and she was really enjoying the sensations. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra, causing it to fall down between us. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "I've never done this before."
"Don't worry," I said. "You are on top, so you can control how far we go. We can stop anytime you say."
"OK," she replied, and then kissed me again, her bra falling down her arms and then being pulled from between their bodies. My hands quickly found her soft warm treasures, and I started massaging them. Beatrice raised up, and looking down said, "You are overdressed." I raised up just enough to slide my T-shirt off, and then unsnapped and unzipped my pants, sliding them down my legs (all while continuing to kiss her).
