The yellow cab pulled up to our house after eleven. Hair matted, face wet, dress dripping with cum, reluctantly Mia stepped out, heels clicking to the ground, after shallow praise, earnest looks, and subtle hints of rejection led her to stroll over, slide in up front and pump out the cab driver's load, ending our date with jizz on her fingers, most his, some mine.
The next morning, smelling honeysuckle lotion, I woke up fearing my plan had backfired. With one arm around Mia's shoulder, feeling her soft hair and skin, we lay together, spooning each other in my bed.
She should have found me disgusting. She should have run off and begged her father to leave me and Mom alone. Yet, she'd asked to sleep over. She'd even accepted the offer to share my bed. On one condition, for some reason saying she wouldn't get naked. She said she was cold. But that was a lie. She obviously didn't quite trust me. Or maybe she might have been on to my fetish, but purposely didn't let on.
Either way, I openly welcomed her decision to sleep in her pantyhose, as Mia climbed in under the covers, rolled to her side, with her soft buttocks, warm beneath nylon, pressed up against me all night.
Nestled between my arms, by morning I smelled the musk, as her warm body roused from sleep, pantyhose sealing her pussy in its own juices, brining all night.
Hot, humid, covered with this greasy film, overnight, moist air steamed through the hose, leaving the gauzy nylon slippery with sweat.
Sandwiched between her supple cheeks, hard-on stiff as a brick, slowly writhing, she pushed back, brushing my sensitive glans. Scratchy, yet silky, all at once, numerous times, the grainy fabric swept up and down, dueling sensations so thrilling it made my head swim.
Turning her head, her eyes blinked open, greeting me with a smile, then sprang up, grabbed a near pillow and clocked me upside the head.
Laughing, I smiled back, reading her annoyance.
"Let me guess, you're still angry about last night."
Arms folded, eyes slit together, Mia scowled at me in her white strapless bra.
"No, of course not," her eyes rolled. "All girls love jerking off smelly cab drivers."
"Oh, really," I said jokingly. "Where do I sign up?"
Mia smirked. "You're such an asshole."
"Mmm, so I've been told. But look at the bright side, at least it only took a few seconds."
This time I saw it coming, flinching as the pillow struck again.
"Yeah, laugh it up," she said. "You're lucky I didn't smother you in your sleep." Pointing left, she raised her finger toward the dresser. "And what about my dress?" she whined. "It's completely ruined. How the fuck did you cum like that anyway? You realize you're not normal, right?"
"Normal," I said, frowning back. "How would you know?"
"Because," she shrugged. "If every guy came that much, I would have heard it from someone by now."
"Hmm, yeah, that's probably true. And I am sorry for ruining your dress. Sometimes I do get carried away. But I'm also grateful that you chose not to smother me in my sleep," I said, bringing a smile.
Flipping her hair, her lashes fluttered, softening her tone.
"Well, there's still time," she said, rubbing her arm. "But before I kill you, there is something I'm still curious to find out..."
"Oh, what's that?"
"How hard it is to fit you inside my pussy?"
"Oh," I said, ten degrees warmer. "Um, okay, we can do that. Are you sure that's what you want?"
Mia nodded. "It's my first year of college. I don't care what my Dad thinks. I'm not spending the next four years as a virgin."
Frowning, I sat up and clutched my head, voice raised in distress.
"Hold on, are you serious?"
Mia smirked. "Do I need to wear a sign? I told you I've never had a boyfriend."
"Well, yeah, I get that. But I figured at some point you hooked up with someone."
"You've never met my d..."
"I know," I said, cutting her off. "What does your dad to you anyway? Lock you up in some tower with a chastity belt?"
"Worse," she said. "If he ever found out I had sex before marriage he'd totally cut me off."
"Wow," I swallowed. "He'd really do that?"
"In a heartbeat," Mia nodded. "My father's the type of guy who believes he can buy anything, including love. He met my mother at a fashion show in Milan. She started as a runway model. To this day, I wonder if she only stayed with him so long 'cuz he spoiled her so much. He probably does too."
"I get that. When my parents divorced, my dad went and picked up a trophy wife too. But that doesn't explain why your father would treat you the same way he treated your mom."
"That's all he knows," Mia shrugged. "To him, I'm just a prize...and losing my virginity would only decrease the value of my stock."
"I see," I nodded, curious to hear her motives. "So, why now?" I asked, "why me?"
"Two reasons," she said, tilting her head. "For one, out of all my options, you're easily the safest and most convenient. As long as my father's still dating your mother, he'll probably convince himself that I only see you like an older brother, which gives us the freedom to hang out as much as we want, without arousing any suspicion."
"Okay," I said, nodding along. "And what's the other reason?"
"Well," she said, dropping her voice. "Like I said before, it's my first year of college. I came here to learn. So I also need someone with experience."
"Hmm," I said, scratching my head. "You do realize what you're asking, right? It's not as simple as piano lessons. You can't just learn to be a slut."
Mia nodded. "I realize it won't be easy. And I won't lie. I'm extremely nervous about it. But that's why I've waited this long to find the right teacher. The question is have I found him or not?"
Checking the clock, I estimated Mom would return in less than two hours then turning back I promptly decided to waste no more precious time.
"Take off your bra."
I waited expectantly, shoulders leaned against the headboard, watching in silence, as Mia's arms slowly unfolded, reaching behind her back.
Turning her head, Mia looked off, slowly undoing the clasp. Shoulders hunched, her bra fell off, softly landing in her lap.
