The story does not contain sex involving people under 18.
Thanks to YNC for the ideas.
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I grew up in a small village in Virginia. Everybody I knew was religious and conservative. Like our neighbors, we were always proper: Spoke properly, dressed properly, and behaved properly. When I was in junior high, I met Tatiana, who was a year younger. Our initial encounter happened when I bumped into her in the hall, and her books fell on the floor. I apologized and helped her collect the stuff. In the days that followed, we happened to see each other on breaks and smiled. One day, I dared to approach her and asked if she would like to meet me at Starbucks. She grinned and admitted she was hoping I'd ask her out. The next day I met her parents, and with their approval, I began going out with her.
For over a year, we haven't done anything but kiss before going home. She was my sweetheart. However, we didn't dare entertain anything but lock lips. We got married when I was 21 and she was 20. Since we were both in college, in the beginning, the parents helped us financially.
Fast forward 5 years. Tatiana and I became teachers and moved to Washington, DC. We worked in the same high school. She taught 9th and 10th graders biology, and I taught 11th and 12th graders math and physics. Our salaries were modest, but we didn't need much and were quite happy with our lives. Tatiana loved art and especially painting, while I liked photography. I took pictures in the parks nearby, where we strolled on many weekends.
Our first sexual intercourse was on our wedding night. It was a complete failure. Neither of us had previous experience, and reading about it was not enough. But gradually, we learned what each one liked and within a month, our sex became much more fun. Two months later, we began experimenting with different positions and alternated the places where we did it. While our bed was still the favorite place, we did it on the carpet, the dinner table, the shower, and even on the laundromat. We had sex almost every day. We both liked to start with oral, either giving or receiving, and end with wild, sometimes rough sex.
Two years after our wedding, our twins, Sherry and Thelma were born. The delivery was long and somewhat complicated, and Tatiana stayed an extra day in the hospital. The twins were mostly healthy and were growing fast, likely as a result of suckling for 6 months.
We were elated at the beautiful children we were blessed with and watched them grow to be like us: Quiet, polite, and good students in elementary school.
The emotional relationship between Tatiana and me remained very good. However, after our girls were born, our physical relationship hit a snag: My penis was 5.5" when fully erect, which by all accounts was the average size, and was perfect for Tatiana's tight vagina when we got married. But after the twins were born, her tunnel dilated and never returned to its former size. This was a big problem. All of a sudden, neither of us reached an orgasm during sexual intercourse. Our solution was oral sex. Initially, I ate her and after she came, she sucked me to a happy ending. Later, we discovered 69, and most of the time we used it to satisfy ourselves. We both liked oral, so it wasn't a BIG deal to give up 'normal sex', or at least that was the way I rationalized our solution.
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After a few years of teaching, my wife and I felt comfortable in our job, and though the salary was still modest, we liked the benefits, especially the long summer vacation that we used to travel around with our kids. In the evenings, we had our dinner and talked with Sherry and Thelma about their day at school. Except for minor issues, god bless, they were doing great and their teachers had only nice things to say about them.
After the girls went to sleep, Tatiana and I discussed OUR issues at school: New teachers, changes in the curriculum, how certain students were doing, etc.
One day, Tatiana told me about one of her freshman students named Lance. According to her, he was a bright kid who sat in the second row and, unlike most other pupils, he hardly took her eyes from her. I laughed and said I had a couple of students who did the same, but weren't very smart. I forgot about him until a year later, when Tatiana mentioned him again. She claimed he was a computer wiz and helped her twice when she encountered problems in class. She smiled when she mentioned him, and I asked how he looked like. She chuckled, "Normal size, full of pimples, nothing impressive on the outside." Minutes later, our chat moved to a new school employee.
The following year, Lance became MY student. Tatiana was right: Lance was very smart. Both in math and physics, he effortlessly aced all the tests, and in class, he showed exceptional understanding of everything I taught. Like my wife mentioned before, he seemed to stare at me almost constantly with a tiny smile. Toward his senior year, Lance's appearance was changing before my eyes: he became taller, and his pimples were almost completely gone. His demeanor turned a little less polite, likely because he recognized his brain was above and beyond that of the other students. He finished the year with straight A's, of course. Both Tatiana and I attended the end of the year party. We talked briefly with many students, but I remember our chat with Lance. He claimed he was bored with school stuff and was interested in developing new software applications.
Tatiana smiled, "You were the best student I ever had, and your future is expected to be bright, but you should go to college and then decide what's next."
He glanced at her and mumbled, "I don't know. Bill Gates did very well without completing his studies."
I said, "Not everybody is Bill Gates. You are very gifted, but to succeed in the area you wish to concentrate on, you need to find what the market is ready for, and a lot of luck. We hope you achieve your goals."
Lance gazed at both of us for a moment and blurted, "Both of you were good teachers. Thank you. And I think I am ready to start a new chapter in my life."
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Six years have passed. My wife and I settled into our teaching routines. Our growing girls were either in school or spending time with their girlfriends. Since we had more time, Tatiana resumed her love of painting, while I started going to the health club nearby. Most days, I'd start on a treadmill, move to the elliptical, and then try various instruments for another half an hour.
One afternoon, I chose to start bench pressing. I read somewhere that 135 pounds is a good weight for beginners, so I set it, lay under the barbell, and lowered it onto my chest. I tried to lift it and was able to do it twice, but I failed on my third attempt. It sat on my chest without me being able to lift it. I considered calling for help, but out of nowhere, 2 strong hands lifted the weight and placed it on the handle. I sat up and looked at the person who helped me. It was Lance! He was now taller than before, with good muscle tone that was noticed through his T shirt and shorts, and no more pimples.
He smiled at me, "Hi, teach. Remember me?"
