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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: Don't miss this sexy, sassy first-ever collection of erotic novelettes from the author of the famous "The Erotic Adventures of..." series. First a naive young woman learns a few eye-opening things about sex in "Educating Chastity." Then a stripper named Flaming Mame has two unforgettable encounters in an unforgettable and very sexy pair of tales. Finally, Tremaine gives us a unique look at the going-ons in a sex restaurant. What is a sex-restaurant? Read "Sexual Congress" and find out.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2008

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [168 KB]
Words: 37336
Reading time: 106-149 min.

EDUCATING CHASTITY

It was Saturday morning, and Jimmy thought he could sleep in late. But he did not sleep in. Sunshine was flooding into the bedroom through the open window. Jimmy was a fresh-air fiend, and whenever he was home, that window remained open to let in the bracing air.

It was seven o'clock and he had to get up to go to the bathroom.

He went, flushed, brushed his teeth, and flossed.

Still no sign of Barbie stirring.

When he got back to the kitchen, the water in the coffee maker was beginning to boil.

He was just getting a couple of coffee cups down from the cupboard when he heard the toilet flush. Time to go let Barbie know that coffee would be ready when she was.

Jimmy went to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The bathroom door was open and Jimmy could hear her brushing her teeth. He got up to look in the bathroom and saw her standing at the basin.

She rinsed her mouth and, looking in the mirror, saw him standing in the bedroom observing her.

"Jimmy!" she said. "Good morning."

"Yeah," was all he could muster. "I came to tell you I have some coffee brewing in the kitchen."

"To Hell with the coffee," she said. "I'm horny. And I'll just bet you are too."

"Don't you have to get ready to go to school?" he asked, not being able to think of anything else to say.

She looked at the clock on the dresser.

"We have plenty of time. I want to go back to bed. With you."

As she headed for the bed, Jimmy went to the open window to pull down the shade.

"Leave the shade up," she said. "We always do it in the dark. I want to see what we're doing."

Reluctantly, Jimmy abandoned the shade. Neither of them was exactly very experienced in lovemaking. Jimmy was nineteen, and had had furtive groping and clumsy sex with a couple of girls before Barbie. And currently he was having an affaire with Chastity Hammerschmidt as well as with Barbie. But Barbie was the first girl he had taken to his bed. She was his "regular" and they had had sex off and on at his apartment for a couple of months now.

Barbie was eighteen, and was a virgin the first time Jimmy seduced her. He wasn't actually sure who had seduced whom. But he hoped he was the initiator.

He had met her when he was still going to City College the previous semester. They had necked in his car, and he had felt her up enough times. But he was somehow reluctant to get to 'third base' in the discomfort of his car.

And then, after a couple of months of necking and petting in the car, he had hesitatingly invited her up to his place for coffee. Nature had taken its course. And now they were an 'item.'

As Jimmy was still dithering near the window, Barbie turned away from the bed and walked over to him.

As she approached him, her breasts jiggled delightfully. Jimmy had groped several breasts in his spotty amatory career. And he knew this was a fine pair.

Barbie kissed him on the soft part of his neck.

She completely surprised him by what she said next.

"You dirty young man," she said. "What you need is a shower."

"A shower?"

"You heard me. We've never taken a shower together. And I think it's high time. What do you think?"

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "I guess so."

She led the way into the bathroom.

She turned on the water in the shower, regulated the heat to a comfortable warmth, took his hand, and led him in.

All Jimmy's reluctance vanished. As a matter of fact, he nearly believed the shower idea had been his in the first place. At any rate, he fully endorsed the idea as if it had been at his instigation.

"Get your head into the water," he urged. She ducked her head into the needles of warm water. Jimmy shampooed her head.

While he was running his soapy hands through her hair, Barbie squeezed some shampoo into her hands, lathered them up, and began to shampoo his pubic hair. As his dick rose, she circled her hands around it and began to gently shampoo his balls.

She ducked her head under the shower to rinse the suds out of her hair as Jimmy rubbed one sudsy hand around her breasts as the other caressed her ass.

When they had helped each other get worked up close to a climax in the shower, Barbie had had enough.

"Maybe we'd better dry off and get into bed," she suggested.

"Yeah," he said. "Let's hop into the old sack."

Drying each other off with the one towel in Jimmy's bathroom maintained the sexual tension that had built up in the shower. But the couple was so anxious to get into bed and get involved in more feeling and fondling that neither was completely dry when they flopped down on the sheets.

The lovemaking that followed ran its soggy course.

Jimmy scooted down to where he could do something to her that the sex manual they read called cunnilingus. Jimmy's friend Vince told him it was called muff diving in the real world.

Barbie urged him to squirm around where she could get his phallus, her word for a dick with a hardon, into her mouth.

They then proceeded on to Position 69.

They lay in each other's arms in deep satisfaction.

When the post-coital lethargy began to wear off, Jimmy said, "The coffee's still waiting for us in the kitchen. And I have a box of Krispy Kreem donuts to go with them. How about some breakfast?"

"Jimmy's a dear," Barbie thought. "But he can't make coffee for shit. It's more like scared water than coffee." And the thought of donuts for breakfast was even more of a turn-off than his weak excuse for coffee. It was time to beg off again. She looked at the clock on the dresser.

"Gosh, Jimmy," she said. "Time certainly does go fast when you're having fun. Doesn't it? I've got to rush now if I'm going to get to class on time."

Actually, she had time to get to the student union at the school and get a decent cup of coffee and a Danish to go along with it well before class began.

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "I don't want to hold you up."

In truth, he was ready for her to go. He wasn't much for post-sex conversation.

"I'll just take myself another shower," she continued. "A quick one. All by myself. Then, I'll have to go rushing off."

In answer, Jimmy merely grunted and eased himself out of bed.

While Barbie showered, Jimmy slipped on yesterday's underwear and pants and went to the kitchen.

By the time he'd had two cups of coffee and two donuts, Barbie was standing next to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek. He didn't stand up, but just muttered, "So long. Have a nice class."

"I'll be back after class," Barbie said. "I've left my overnight bag in the bedroom."

"Yeah, fine," he responded.

And she was out the door.

Now that she was out of the place, Jimmy pondered the situation.

He and Barbie had met at City College before he dropped out of school from lack of interest and got himself a job at CIMCO. One thing led to another, and the two of them ended up 'going steady.'

It had been nice having a regular girlfriend. Neither one of them was awfully experienced in lovemaking when they first got together. But since he and Barbie had become an item, they'd been able to experiment a lot. Jimmy had bought a book, Sex for Dummies, and that had helped a lot. And they had become fairly comfortable with sex.

And now, he'd arrived at the hard part. He had to dump Barbie. Not an easy thing to do. He knew she'd make a scene of some kind. And he knew he'd really hate that.

He had another donut.

Well, there was no way of getting around it. His job at CIMCO seemed like a dead-end situation. And he could see only one way to get ahead in life. Marry Chastity Hammerschmidt. Now there was a great career move. Chastity was the only child of the CEO and owner of CIMCO, Mrs. Hammerschmidt, herself.

Chastity was a fine girl. But Jimmy was actually afraid of her mother, Mrs. Hammerschmidt. His boss was very attractive middle-aged woman. Golly, she might even be as old as forty. Built like a brick shithouse, though. With her as a mother-in-law, who could tell how high a guy could raise himself in the company? The young man had visions of truly being upwardly mobile.

But, first, he had to get rid of Barbie. She was in his way. The question was, how to do it in as painless a way as possible.

Well, his friend Vince would be coming by in about a half-hour. Vince was really experienced with chicks. He'd get advice from him.

So Jimmy put the box of donuts away, cleaned up the coffeepot a bit, and headed to the bathroom to shower away the accretions from the morning's exertions and get ready for Vince's visit.

Vince came by Jimmy's place most Saturday mornings. It was practically a ritual. They played a couple of games of Yahtzee, polished off a bottle of wine, nibbled some chips and dip, and gabbed. They talked about sports and women. Mostly women.

Jimmy provided the chips and dip. Never anything that required any preparation. He also was the one who had the Yahtzee dice and score cards. They played for a penny a point, just to keep it interesting. Vince brought the bottle.

Vince was Jimmy's friend. Truth to tell, his only friend. They had met in Mrs. Haddox's seventh grade homeroom back in junior high school. Although different in nearly every way, the friendship clicked. Vince was muscular, bright, and handsome. Vince was still a good friend, even six years after they met. Jimmy now had a job.

Vince still attended night school, and enjoyed his classes very much. He particularly liked English Lit. But he was looking for a job. Jimmy was happy to have a job, and could not understand how anyone could like school. Especially English classes. Vince worked out regularly at a gym. Jimmy hated working out. Even the smell of a gym was unpleasant to him.

When Vince arrived at Jimmy's, they went to the kitchen. Jimmy got out the dip and chips. Vince uncorked the bottle of wine. They went into the living room with their refreshments. Jimmy had already set out the Yahtzee game.

As they played through the first set, Jimmy's mind was more on what he wanted to talk to Vince about than on the game. Vince threw a Yahtzee which made him the winner. So Jimmy owed him fifty-three cents. Jimmy was ahead of his friend, though, in the amount of wine and munchies he had consumed.

Jimmy paid Vince in accordance with the difference in their scores, poured himself another glass of wine, and settled back, showing he would rather gab than play a second round.

"So, Pal," Vince said, refilling the jelly glass they used as wine glasses at Jimmy's. "Looks like you have something on your mind. Spit it out."

He settled back in his chair to listen.

"It's about Barbie," Jimmy replied.

"Yeah, of course. You got woman problems of some kind, don't you?"

"You bet I do. I've got a big one."

"Go on."

"I've got to dump Barbie."

"Oh," Vince chuckled. "That kind of big problem. It's always messy."

"I'm hoping you can clue me in on how to get rid of her without hurting her feelings."

"Oh, I can tell you that," Vince said assuredly. "You can't."

"I can't?"

"No way. Getting into a heavy relationship is easy. Getting out if it is a pain in the ass."

"Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome."

"I know you've broken relationships with girlfriends yourself," Jimmy nudged his friend.

"Yep! Now it's your turn. Welcome to the club. You'll not only have to go through it a few times. You'll get dumped by a few dolls yourself. No matter whether you're the dumper or the dumpee, it stinks. But let me tell you something, Jimmy. As painful as it is, a sweet relationship is worth it. Now there are obviously loads of couples who hit it off so perfectly, they make it a permanent thing. And that's about as cool as it can get. But so far, for me, and most of the guys and gals I know, it hasn't happened yet. I don't want to get into a permanent arrangement, like marriage for instance, until I'm financially secure, and so head-over-heels stuck on the chick that I know I can make a lifelong commitment. Chicks feel even stronger about that, usually. They're the ones stuck with motherhood and all that shit. So that means breaking off a relationship, either by the guy or the gal, at some point before the perfect match is found. There's someone out there for me. And I'm here for her. And when the time comes, we'll click. Until then, it's a case of dump and get dumped."

"Always?" Jimmy wondered.

"No, not always. I've had a couple of times when it worked out that me and my girl saw the handwriting on the wall and called it quits without anyone feeling hurt. It's rare. And maybe that'll be your case. Tell me all about what's happening between you and Barbie. There's still plenty of wine in the bottle."

Jimmy unloaded his story on his pal.

"I met another girl, Vince. It all really began at the movie house. I went to see 'Ninja Werewolves' all by myself. Barbie wasn't interested in seeing it at all."

"Smart babe," Vince remarked.

"No comment. Well, I was sitting in the theater all by myself, with my popcorn and Pepsi, watching the movie. Not many people in the theater. It was a Sunday matinee, and the house was pretty empty.

"A gal came down the aisle and sat beside me. All I noticed was that it was a dame, but didn't pay too much attention.

"Pretty soon, her hand was on my thigh. I kind of gave a start and wondered what the Hell. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before."

"Me neither," Vince chuckled. "Not in a movie house anyway."

"Her hand kept moving up and down on my thigh. You know--like caressing it. I sat stock still. I didn't dare even move a muscle. For fear she would stop."

"Poor guy," Vince said in mock concern.

"I wondered if anyone else in the theater could see what was going on. I mean, in a way it was kind of embarrassing."

"Yeah," Vince said. "You should have told her you were a good boy, and that she should scram," was the good natured response.

"Shut up, you jerk. You want to hear this or not?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Go to Hell," Jimmy replied in a friendly way.

"Go on," Vince urged. "I'm all ears."

"Next thing you know, her hand was resting right on my fly. I like to come right then. I don't think I ever sprung such a boner before."

"Hey, yeh, yeh" Vince encouraged. "Go on, Pal. Go on!"

"Well, she's fumbling around trying to unzip me. I just sat there frozen. She finally gets me unzipped and my peter came surging out of my pants."

"Yeah, and?"

"And I came right onto her hand and all over my fucking pants. What a mess."

"Yes, and what then?" Vince asked.

"This chick whispers, 'Meet me in the lobby.'

"So, as you can imagine, I hurried up the aisle to meet her."

"Leaving the Ninja Werewolves behind," Vince kidded.

"I get to the lobby, embarrassed like. My pants all covered with cum. I felt like everyone would be looking at me and laughing."

"Forget the cum. Tell me about the chick," Vince urged.

"Yeah. I got to the lobby, and who do you suppose I find there waiting for me?"

"I'll bet I could guess. But I'd rather you told me."

"Chastity Hammerschmidt."

"Your boss's daughter."

"Exactly. She was smiling at me kind of funny like.Needless to say, I was flabbergasted. Blown out of my friggin' mind. Practically speechless.

"She said, 'Can we go to your place?' I asked her if she knew where it was. She did. So she went to her car and I went to mine. And we drove here.

"She got here first and was waiting outside by her car. It's a Beemer, late model coupe."

"Nice," Vince said.

"Yeah, nice all right. She's rich so I guess she can drive whatever she wants. That is, her mom's rich, so that means she's rich.

"We came up here. She was carrying a laptop computer with her. I didn't know why she'd want a laptop here, but I wasn't going to ask dumb questions at a time like that.

"We get up here, I ask her would she like a cup of coffee or something. She goes, 'Coffee'll be fine.' She puts the goddam computer on the sink counter and plops herself down on a chair. She looks at me with a smirk. I put some grounds in the Mr. Coffee, pour water in, and push the button.

"The coffeemaker was gurgling, and she was smiling at me real nice. I sit down at the table across from her.

"She goes, 'I guess I kind of gave you a surprise back there at the movie house, didn't I?'

"'Uh, yeah,' I said.

Chastity told Jimmy that her mother was very strict and moralistic. And she kept a tight rein on her daughter. But now that she had a car of her own, Chastity had the freedom to see more what life was about than before.

After graduating from a religiously based girls' high school, she was sent to Saint Hyacinth's Academy for Young Ladies, located in a rich suburb.

At the Academy, Chastity learned all about how to be religious, and how to live up to her name. That is what she learned from the instructresses, those dour teachers dressed in depressing black. But she learned much more from the friend she made there named Dorabelle.

Dorabelle was a year older than Chastity, and much wiser to the ways of the world. And she opened Chastity's eyes to a whole new universe. It turned out that Chastity became a very enthusiastic student of an erotic universe she had not even guessed existed before.

Dorabelle, like all the girls in the college, had a laptop computer. And she had downloaded an eBook into her hard drive, a volume entitled Dr. Morris' Marriage Manual. Naturally, Chastity downloaded the work into her own laptop. And what a load of surprises lurked within those cyberpages. The two girls read the amazing material and discussed it very much in private. Dorabelle had a married sister who had additional information she had learned about the masculine sex. When Dorabelle put it all together for Chastity, both girls were delighted.

Chastity thought book learning was all very well. It provided grist for delightful fantasy after exciting fantasy. But she was quite aware that out there, in the "real world," the thrill of experiencing what the learned Dr. Morris described was what she really needed to explore.

Chastity came to the offices at CIMCO regularly to see her mother. And she looked over the young men working there. She screened each one in her mind to choose who would best suit her needs.

"And she chose me," Jimmy told his pal Vince.

"Good choice," Vince answered. "Did she say why?"

"She said she thought I was cute," Jimmy answered, half embarrassed, half bragging.

"Go on," Vince urged.

It was easy enough for Chastity to find out Jimmy's name. And the company records gave his address, birthday, and additional information she didn't need.

She began her own little surveillance system. When she had the time, she parked on his street and saw his comings and goings. She observed that he often brought a red-headed girl to his apartment.

"Meaning Barbie, of course," Vince interjected.

Jimmy agreed that it was Barbie that Chastity had seen coming there. And staying there for extended periods of time.

That was exactly what Chastity needed to know. Jimmy was clearly a man of the world. He had a girlfriend, and he had sex with her. Precisely the right background. She didn't need a staid virgin to guide her into the pleasures described by Dr. Morris in his eBook.

So, on that Sunday afternoon, she had followed his car to the movie theater, waited until he'd bought his ticket and entered, and then followed. She had figured out from her reading how to capture his attention. And, golly! It had worked. Here she was in his kitchen, drinking his coffee, and telling him she wanted sex lessons.

Jimmy saw this as his big chance. Here was the boss's daughter, the only child of the Dragon Lady herself. The image burst upon his mind immediately. This young lady clearly was smitten by him. Bed her. Then wed her. Then it was reasonable to imagine he would be catapulted into upper management. And when the old lady died, hurray! Jimmy Kittelson. President of the company. CEO. Mr. Gotrocks. The trick was to play along with this chick's whims.

"Sex lessons, huh?" he'd said, trying to get a fix on what Chastity had in mind and how he could use that not only to get laid but to get her absolutely committed to him.

She told him about Dr. Morris' book that was downloaded into her laptop. She wanted to try out some of the amazing things the good doctor had written about.

"You mean, different ways of doing it?" Jimmy proffered.

"Yeah. Of course," she enthused. "Like I've written down some of the things, and I want you and me to do each of them. It's one thing to read the stuff. That gets me all hot and sexy feeling. But I don't think you really know what it's all about until you do it. What do you think?"

Jimmy could not agree more. After all, he never was much of a one for booklearning. Even though Sex for Dummies had actually taught him just about everything he knew.

"First," Chastity said, somewhat pedantically. "There are the body parts involved. I want to be sure I'm using the right name for the right parts. Okay?"

"Okay," Jimmy agreed, thinking this was a pretty lame way to go about getting laid. But it seemed like a start, anyway.

He told Vince how Chastity and he had talked about body parts.

She knew the Latin and medical names. Jimmy taught her the street names.

She had some index cards and dutifully wrote down the vernacular terms followed by the medical ones she knew from reading Dr. Morris' book: cunt, prick, clit, fuck, blow job, come, tits, hardon, twat, jism ... The list filled five index cards.

"So now you had the vocabulary for the lessons," Vince smiled. "I guess that's a start. Sounds like a pretty cold way to get under way."

"Right," Jimmy agreed. "Next she gave me a list of the things she wanted to try. I knew some of the names, but not all of them. Hey, I've got the list around here someplace. Want to see it?"

Vince wanted to see the list, and Jimmy found it in a drawer.

"Here it is. Look it over. You probably already know all these."

Vince read the list, chuckling several times.

Not only did Vice know the names for the techniques and positions. He had taught the terms to his friend, glossing the terms used in Sex for Dummies.

Vince knew all the practices described in Doctor Morris' text. He had essayed many, but hardly all. There were several that he knew he would always shun.

"Wow, Dude," Vince exclaimed. "That is one Hell of a list. You mean this good looking babe wanted you to do all these things with her? You hit the jackpot, Chum."

"Do you know all those words?" Jimmy wondered.

"Don't you?" Vince asked.

"I do now, Jimmy boasted.

"Doctors," Vince scoffed.

"Doctors," Jimmy agreed with the tone of voice that showed disdain.

Chastity asked Jimmy if he had the time to get started on the lessons right then. Since Barbie wasn't coming over that Sunday afternoon, he was free to begin what he thought of as the courtship of Chastity Hammerschmidt.

They finished their coffee, and Jimmy escorted Chastity into his bedroom. She brought her laptop with her, set it up, and accessed her eBook.

"First, I guess we ought to take off our clothes," Chastity announced.

"Good idea," Jimmy agreed enthusiastically.

Chastity was absolutely matter-of-fact when taking off her clothes. Barbie was always provocative in doing so, which was much more arousing for Jimmy. But when he got a good look at Barbie's body, his physiology reacted. Chastity was actually somewhat more attractive than Barbie. Jimmy already knew Chastity would be no match for her mother's obvious charms, even clothed. Chastity was a very attractive young lady. Mrs. Hammerschmidt was va-va-voom! But from a different age, a different stratus, and with that dour, demanding CEO personality.

It was time to begin the first lesson.

"First, though," Jimmy said. "We should engage in foreplay. Just hopping right to it isn't as..."

"No," Chastity pouted. "I don't want to waste time on anything that isn't in the book. I can guess what foreplay is, but Dr. Morris doesn't deal with 'playing.' So, if you don't mind, let's get right down to the lessons."

Jimmy didn't feel like arguing. He would miss the foreplay. After all, he always found that 'getting there is half the fun.' But, if this chick just wanted to 'do it,' then, he would do it.

Chastity looked through her index cards, then checked out what Dr. Morris had to say.

"Let's start with 'blow job," she demanded. "Dr. Morris called it fellatio."

"Also known as 'cock sucking'" Jimmy said pedantically.

"That's very descriptive," she answered. "Actually, I don't really blow at all, do I?"

Jimmy didn't attempt to answer her because she had already gone down on him and was slurping away.

When she had finished, he merely told her it was good form to swallow the jism.

"It really tastes nice," she said agreeably. "How did I do?"

He told her she had done very nicely, but that next time she should fluff herself off while sucking his dick.

He had to explain that 'fluff off' for a female was like 'jacking off' for a dude.

"Oh, she said. "Like masturbation. I've already done that by myself. It'll be more fun to do it while giving you a blow job."

They went through lesson one. At the end of the lesson her tongue met his, and they played tongue tag. Which set off a new set of spasms through her body.

When she calmed down, and was breathing normally again, she said, "Thank you, Jimmy. That was nice."

"You're welcome, Chastity. Please feel free to come any time."

He wasn't sure she got the joke, because she didn't laugh or comment.

He continued relating the experience to Vince. He could tell from the tenting in Vince's pants that he was kind of getting off from Jimmy's tale.

Chastity asked Jimmy if she was no longer a virgin.

"Technically, you still are," he had to tell her. "In our next lesson we need to fuck. When I bust your cherry, then you'll no longer be a virgin."

Chastity had to make a note on a card--cherry = hymen.

She said she was happy since Dorabelle was still a virgin and she would beat her to getting to be a non-virgin. She asked what people called a non-virgin.

"A hot number," Jimmy told her. Chastity took a note.

She said she loved being a hot number, and indicated that she really wasn't quite ready to go on to the next lesson yet.

Jimmy told Vince, "I said that was fine by me. That I wasn't up to it right then myself. That it would take me a little while to recuperate."

Jimmy told Vince that he'd never thought he'd like being a teacher. But then, he'd never had considered giving a course in sex.

"No," Vince laughed. "I never ever thought of you as any kind of a student, much less a teacher."

Jimmy explained to her that it was, indeed, time for recess. He told Chastity she should go in and shower off while he cleaned things up.

He changed the sheets while she showered. Then he showered himself.

When they were showered and dressed, Jimmy said, "I'm famished, Chastity. I've got to get something to eat."

She was agreeable and they walked to the Chinese restaurant down the street and had some chop suey and tea.

"And that's the way Lesson One ended?" Vince asked.

"You better believe it," Jimmy answered. "She told me she was tired, and she wanted to go home."

"Then have you seen her since that first lesson?"

"Sure. We made a date for the next Sunday afternoon at my place. I cleared the decks, telling Barbie I had to go visit my mom. So, the next Sunday, Chastity came over, hot to trot. And we did the down and dirty."

"Meaning Lesson Number Two?"

"You bet your sweet biffy. Meaning Lesson Number Two.

"Chastity was ready and anxious to get her cherry busted. She was sick and tired of being a virgin and wanted to fuck.

"This time I told her that no matter what Dr. Morris had written that we needed to undress each other and do some foreplay to warm up to fucking. She didn't want to, but gave in.

"Actually, it turned out that she enjoyed undressing me and me undressing her. She liked me feeling her up and sucking her tits. She played some with my dong and gave it a few gentle sucks. I licked her snatch, and we were ready to get to fucking, missionary style."

The two friends had finished the bottle of wine Vince had brought over. Vince wanted to hear more. But Jimmy told him that was about all there was to tell about the 'lesson.' He'd deflowered the chick, she braced herself for it and didn't seem to feel much discomfort. The blood left on the sheet needed to get washed off before Barbie came back. But he could take care of that later.

He asked Vince if he'd like some coffee. No one ever really wanted some of Jimmy's coffee, so Vince suggested they go to an Irish style pub downtown where they went sometimes. They drove their separate cars down to Dinty's, ordered a Guinness each, found a table that suited them, and talked about sports rather than sex.

That next Sunday afternoon, Chastity arrived at Jimmy's, bright, bubbly, and enthusiastic to practice more of Dr. Morris' positions. And Jimmy was quite ready to re-assume his role as professor.

Chastity refused Jimmy's offer of a cup of coffee and a Krispy Kreem donut, claiming she could hardly wait to get started on the day's lessons. She led him into the bedroom, set up her laptop, and read off to him the four positions she had studied in preparation for class. Jimmy wasn't exactly sure of any of them particularly the ones with the foreign sounding names.

They chose the one Dr. Morris called 'rear entry.' Jimmy told her everyone really called it 'doggy style.'

She laughed and wrote down a note on it.

In their foreplay, Jimmy played around a lot with her ass. She liked that.

He got her in a standard kneeling doggy position on the bed, rubbed some KY jelly on his prick, and slid it in.

In the course of the lesson, Jimmy became overly enthusiastic. And as a result of his exuberance, he caused Chastity's head to crash into the headboard. She started to cry.

Jimmy's reaction of placing her head on his shoulder was spontaneous and right. His apologies were merely annoying.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he inquired when her sobs quieted down.

"Yes, Jimmy. Get me a couple of aspirin. My head hurts."

"Sorry, Chastity. I don't have any aspirin in the place."

"Tylenol then?" she asked hopefully.

"Nope. No pain killers at all. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Chastity definitely did not want a cup of Jimmy's coffee.

She asked, "How about a Coke?"

"No Coke."

"Pepsi?"

"Uh-uh."

"Let's get dressed, Jimmy," Chastity said, a couple of loveable tears clinging to her pretty cheeks. "I want some aspirin. And I want a Coke. And I want to go out and get some air."

So, once dressed, and in a somber mood, the couple went outside to Jimmy's car. He pulled over to the curb outside a nearby drugstore, bought a tin of aspirin, then drove on to a McDonald's a few blocks beyond.

Seated at a booth at the McDonalds, each with a giant Coca-Cola, Chastity downed a couple of aspirin, sipped her drink through a straw, and felt her good nature returning.

She laughed.

"When you think about it, that was kind of funny, wasn't it?" Chastity bubbled.

Jimmy really didn't think so, and decided he needed a couple of aspirin himself. And he knew there was no medicine in the world that could assuage the embarrassment and ego-shattering hurt to his fragile male ego.

"I really messed up on that one," he told his friend.

"A royal screw-up, all right," Vince had to agree.

Bouncing your date's head off a headboard was something Vince could not comfort Jimmy about. Jimmy had been, indeed, a total klutz that time.

Jimmy was anxious to get on with his story to Vince. Because things did improve as the afternoon progressed.

"Do you want to go back to my place?" Jimmy asked Chastity, hopefully.

"Yes, Jimmy," Chastity replied. "I'm feeling better now. But just one thing."

"Yeah, what?"

"Stop somewhere and get a six-pack of Coke to keep in your refrig. For me."

Jimmy stopped on the way home at a Seven-Eleven and bought the beverage Chastity clearly enjoyed.

When they got back to his place, Chastity was over her headache, and ready for the next three positions she had counted on learning that afternoon.

When they had run the course, the couple were both breathing hard.

"Goodness," Chastity said after she gained back her breath. "If Miss Carney could only have seen that!"

"Who's Miss Carney?"

"My gym teacher. She's always saying that it's blessed to stay in good shape. I guess she's right."

Jimmy agreed that Miss Carney really had something there.

Jimmy and Chastity showered, separately, went back to bed, and fell into naps.

"And that was all for that day?" Vince asked, disappointed that there might not be more.

"That was it for the day," Jimmy confirmed. "After our naps, we were too damned tired for anything else. I took her back to McDonald's where we each had a Big Mac, fries, and sodas. We agreed to meet the next week. I took her back to her car. And it was 'Hasta la vista, Baby.'

Jimmy had come to a natural stopping place in his story. And the friends had finished drinking their stouts. So they paid the tab, went back to Jimmy's place, and Jimmy continued his story.

As soon as they settled down, Vince was eager to hear the rest of the story.

"So Chastity actually did come back the next Sunday?" Vince asked.

"Sure. She still had seven positions she wanted to try. I knew I was going to put the kibosh on some of them. Diplomatically, of course. After all, she is my ticket to the good life. I have to get her to marry me. But she has to learn there are some things that are just off-limits. There's no fucking way I'm going to run my tongue up her asshole. Or let her do that to me. And as to having her run her finger up my ass either. And as for those 'golden showers' No way!"

Vince agreed that there are some practices that are simply too repugnant to even consider.

Jimmy went on to tell his pal about the session he'd had with Chastity the previous Sunday.

When Chastity arrived punctually for her lessons, Jimmy had already brewed some coffee. They sat at the kitchen table, and while he sipped his coffee, Chastity drank a Coke.

As they enjoyed their beverages, Chastity showed Jimmy the list she had prepared for the day

"I know we can't get all of these in this afternoon," she told him. "Let's just see how far we get."

"There's no rush," Jimmy answered. "We'll go through the list, leaving out some of the stuff no real man does. And then, we'll go back and fine-tune the ones you really like."

They dutifully marched into the bedroom. Chastity set down her purse and booted up her computer

Jimmy didn't have a clue what the two positions with the foreign names were. And had only a hazy idea about the one with the number. And a couple of them were not really clear in his mind.

"I guess I'd like to review what Dr. Morris has to say on some of these, Babe," he said.

When Jimmy was telling Vince about each one of Doctor Martin's positions he and Chastity had tried,, his friend started to chuckle.

"What's so damned funny?" Jimmy asked.

"That little gal of yours is starting to get ahead of you, Jimmy. It sounds like she's one saucy piece."

Jimmy agreed and went on with his story.

He told his friend about the positions he and Chastity had engaged in.

When the session was over, Chastity seemed as satisfied as Jimmy, and settled into his arms. Their heartbeats were intense, and added to the intimacy of the moment. For the first time since the first 'lesson' there was more than a clinical feeling to what they were doing. Chastity had fond feelings for her 'teacher.' And for Jimmy, she had become more than a sex object.

They lingered in each other's arms well past the time when their hearts had quieted down. They were enveloped in a kind of lovers' haze.

The couple showered separately. Enough, after all, was enough.

After showering and getting clothed, Jimmy asked Chastity if she would like something to eat.

Jimmy suggested going out to his favorite restaurant for some post-sex nourishment.

"McDonald's?" Chastity guessed.

"McDonald's," Jimmy said, with anticipation of a Big Mac gleaming in his eyes.

Chastity was not as big a fan of McDonald's as Jimmy was. She suggested Starbucks.

Jimmy told Vince, "I don't get it. A coffee house. I could have made us some coffee right here."

"But I'll bet you didn't have any pastries here, did you?"

"You're right, Vince. Pastries. That's probably why she wanted to go to Starbucks. And, besides, when we got there, she ordered a latte to go with a blueberry muffin. I don't know how to make a latte."

Over coffee and pastries, Chastity and Jimmy kept looking at each other and smiling. They held hands. No one watching would ever have taken them for student and teacher.

They returned to Jimmy's place, but they really had more need for sleep than for additional erotic endeavor.

They napped, contentedly, in each other's arms, for about a half-hour. Jimmy awoke first, got out of bed, donned his bathrobe, and went into the front room.

He brewed a pot of coffee, took a cup of it to the living room, extracted a CD from his tower, and sat contentedly on the couch thinking of the young lady who had not only brought him so much pleasure in pursuit of her sex lessons but who, he felt sure, would be his angel who would carry him out of his lower middle-class world up into the world of privilege, prestige, and real class. He felt he deserved no less.

He closed his eyes, listening to Aimee Mann's album, The Forgotten Arm. As he was listening to "She Really Wants You," Chastity came tiptoeing through the room wearing one of Jimmy's t-shirts she had found in his dresser drawers. With his eyes closed, and being absorbed in the music, Jimmy didn't notice her. She sneaked into the kitchen, poured herself a Coke, and brought it into the living room, and quietly snuggled up next to Jimmy.

He wasn't startled by her. Keeping his eyes closed, he put his arm around her and held her close. Each felt strangely contented.

From time to time, one or the other would open his/her eyes long enough to reach for the beverage on the coffee table in front of them, take a sip, and then return to the closed-eyed embrace, absorbed in each other and the music.

When the song came to an end, Chastity said, "It's beginning to get a little late, Jimmy. But before I have to go home, I'll bet we can work in the next two lessons."

Jimmy was certainly game for two more 'lessons,' and led her back to the bedroom. He took off his bathrobe. She removed the t-shirt, and they studied the computer screen together to fathom the secrets of the next two moves described in the book.

Chastity was turned off by one of them, and Jimmy wanted to try it. They got into an argument about the matter.

Chastity got very angry, got dressed, and left the apartment in a huff.

"Bummer," Vince said, trying to keep from laughing. But he couldn't suppress his mirth, and burst out with guffaws.

"Knock it off!" Jimmy exploded. "It wasn't funny."

"No," Vince answered, but with merriment in his voice. "It's not funny, Jimmy. But it's not tragic either. When she thinks it over, she'll realize it wasn't your fault. And she'll be back."

"You think so?" Jimmy asked hopefully.

"Trust me," Vince told him.

Just then the telephone rang.

"I'll bet that's her now," Vince said.

"Gee! I hope so," Jimmy said, heading for the telephone.

"Hello."

"Hello. May I speak to Mr. James Kittelson?"

It was a female voice. A mature female voice. What the Hell?

"Uh ... I'm Jimmy Kittelson."

"Fine, James. This is Mrs. Hammerschmidt."

Jimmy panicked. Mrs. Hammerschmidt. Chastity's mother. And, his boss lady. There could be Hell to pay. Was the old lady on the warpath? Was she calling to fire him for disturbing, or worse, molesting her daughter? Jimmy could barely blurt out an answer.

"Uh ... Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm happy to hear you are at home."

"Me, too.."

"I need to see you, right away," the lady said. "Obviously I have your address. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

Jimmy was saying 'Fine" into the phone. But the buzz he heard informed him that Mrs. Hammerschmidt had already hung up.

Panic!

"Vince. You know who that was?"

"From the way you talked to whoever it was, and from the way you look, I'd guess it was probably the Angel of Death. And that she called to tell you she's coming to haul your ass off to Hell."

"Worse, Vince. Much worse. It was Mrs. Hammerschmidt."

"Chastity's mother?!"

"And my boss."

"What the Hell did she call about? And why are you so rattled?"

"She's coming here, Vince. In about fifteen minutes."

"Coming here? Why?"

"How the Hell should I know?" Jimmy panicked. "She didn't say. To fire me? To cut off my balls for diddling her daughter? How should I know?"

"Sure sounds like trouble."

"Trouble, Buddy? You want to hear 'trouble?' Barbie's class should be letting out about now. If she comes barging in here while the old lady is on my case, my goose will be cooked. You've got to help me."

"Anything, Old Pal," Vince assured him. "You know it's old Vince to the rescue. What do you want me to do? Go get a gun and shoot the old bag who's your boss out in the hallway? Get a couple of goons to abduct her to Timbuktu? What?"

"Haul yourself out of here and intercept Barbie," Jimmy pleaded. "She'll be getting off the bus down on Fordham Street. Don't let her come in on me while Mrs. Hammerschmidt is here."

"Oh," Vince said, relieved. "Can do. I'll go right now and hang out at the bus stop. Trust me. I can come up with some story that'll keep her away for ... how long? An hour?"

"An hour should do it. But why don't you phone me in an hour and ask if the coast is clear. If not..."

"If not, I'll keep the little lady busy somehow until you're ready for her to return. Don't worry. I'm out of here like a flash."

Even as he was saying it, Vince was heading for the door, and was out of the apartment.

Jimmy was, of course, very nervous. He had to go take a piss something awful. He went to the bathroom, relieved himself, combed his hair, and sprayed some of his Old Spice over his body to make himself presentable. Then, he went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee for the visitation as a good host should.

He was just beginning to pull himself together when the doorbell rang.

Oh my God! She's here.

Panic.

Jimmy opened the door and found his boss, and the mother of the young lady he'd been educating, standing there in a regal posture. He stood stock still and stared.

"Well, James. Are you going to just stand there gaping? Or are you going to invite me in?"

"Uh ... Come in, Mrs. Hammerschmidt."

Mrs. Hammerschmidt was a very impressive looking woman. She was as beautiful as her daughter, or perhaps more so. At thirty eight, her figure was maturely outstanding. She was dressed very stylishly, a fact wasted on Jimmy. At the office, he had been struck by her attractiveness, in a rather abstract way. As she entered his apartment, he was aware that her ass and her legs were enough to turn on ... well ... an older man

"Coffee, Ma'am?"

"Suppose we sit down," Mrs. Hammerschmidt said in a way that seemed more an order than a suggestion.

"Yeah," Jimmy stammered. "Have a seat."

Mrs. Hammerschmidt sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to her.

"Why don't you sit here?" she ordered rather than suggested.

Jimmy sat next to the lady, quite stiff and upright.

"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked.

To give me Hell for fucking your daughter? To fire me for some kind of incompetence at work?

Neither answer seemed quite appropriate.

"No, Ma'am," Jimmy decided to reply. "I don't."

There. That was better than either of the answers that had first popped into his head.

"Are you quite sure that none of the other young men at the office have mentioned my visits to them?" the lady asked.

"No, Ma'am. I mean yes, Ma'am. No one's said anything like that."

"Don't lie to me, James. I will know if you are lying."

"Honest, Mrs. Hammerschmidt."

"That's good. Because I've told each one of them that if they so much as hint that I have visited them, I will not only fire them. I will see to it that no one will ever hire them. Ever! Do you understand?"

"Uh ... I guess so."

"What I'm telling you, James, is that if you ever so much as breathe to another soul--anyone--that I came to your home here to see you, you will have cause to regret it to your dying day. Do I make myself clear?"

"Uh ... Yeah. Clear."

Jimmy was confused by the direction the conversation was taking. Why must no one ever know about the visit? Why? Not a clue. He was uncomfortable that he had already told his friend Vince that the lady was coming. That, apparently, was a mistake. But he could swear Vince to secrecy. After all, they were pals. Weren't they?

"What I want you to know, young man, is that I came here to check you out."

Check me out? What the Hell does that mean? Keep mum and let her keep the floor.

"I have a daughter, Chastity. My only child," Mrs. Hammerschmidt went on.

Cripes! Here it comes.

"I intend for her to marry one of the young men who work at CIMCO. I will, of course, choose the man she marries. Someone who will be pleasing to her. But, more importantly, one who will please me when he becomes a member of my family. The one I choose will have made a great career move."

My very thoughts. My ticket to the top. She's come to tell me I'm the one for Chastity. And she doesn't even realize that Chastity has already ... uh...

"I have checked out all your workmates. I call them our pack of stud muffins."

Stud muffins? Jesus!

"I hired you because I thought you might have the makings of being the very stud muffin who meets my qualifications. So you may consider this an interview for a possible promotion. But, let me emphasize again. All the other young men you work with have been interviewed. All are sworn to secrecy. And from the pool of candidates, I will choose the young man who pleases me most. And, I assure you, Chastity will marry the one I choose."

A competition with the other guys at work. Who would have guessed?

"Now we will begin with a few questions. They may not seem pertinent to you. Rest assured that every question, and everything we do here this afternoon, has meaning to me. And to your possible future. Are you prepared to answer me truthfully?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I'll know if you're lying. I'm like a living polygraph machine. One lie and it's over for you. Do you understand?"

Jimmy understood, and suddenly felt very intimidated. Was she going to ask whether he had nailed her daughter? Did she already know? He hoped she couldn't see his knees trembling.

"Very well, James. To begin with. Do you still have nocturnal emissions?"

Nocturnal emissions? What the Hell?

He was slow in answering.

"Nocturnal emissions, James. Wet dreams."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. At your age that shows a healthy libido."

I guess that was the right answer.

"Do you masturbate?"

Yikes! What kind of question is that?

Jimmy was thrown by the question and hesitated.

"You know the word, don't you James?"

"Y ... y ... y..yes, Ma'am. I do."

"An honest answer, James. If you had answered otherwise, I would have known you were lying to me. A young man your age who still has wet dreams is also sure to be masturbating a great deal. Even if he is having sexual relations with the young ladies."

I guess she really doesn't know about me and Chastity. That's a relief.

"As you see, I am quite frank and forthcoming with you. You must continue to be as frank with me. You do see, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Now, tell me. Are you circumcised?"

Again he was thrown by the question, although it actually was no more personal than her previous ones.

"Circumcised, James. You know. Are you cut or uncut?"

"Cut, Ma'am."

Mrs. Hammerschmidt frowned.

"Oh, circumcised. Pity. It's a shame to be mutilated. But it's hardly your fault, is it?"

"No, Ma'am," he answered.

"Do you wear jockey shorts or the boxer kind?"

"Boxer shorts, Ma'am."

"Hmmm. Boxer shorts. That is healthier than the jockey kind. Very good.

"Take off your shoes and your belt, James," she ordered.

My belt? Jesus Christ, what is this?

He knocked off his shoes, stood up, and took off his belt.

"Now drop your trousers," she demanded.

Bewildered, he did so.

"Now show me your penis."

He felt quite intimidated. What kind of thing was that for a boss to ask of an employee. Oh, well.

He popped his prick out of the boxer's fly.

"You were honest about being circumcised."

Why would I lie about something like that?

She scrutinized his dick.

"Rather small," she said. "Yet an adequate size, I suppose. It's difficult to really tell though unless it's engorged. I won't ask you to get an erection, though, at the moment. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

He stood there in a daze.

"Don't just stand there, young man, looking stupid. You may withdraw that thing back into your shorts."

It didn't take him a second to pull it back into the safety of his shorts.

Did I flunk on that one?

"Take off your shirt, James."

Jimmy was confused. Take off his shirt?

Jimmy came up with an inspiration to get his boss-lady off in another direction.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a cup of coffee, Mrs. Hammerschmidt? I have some brewed in the kitchen."

"Take off your shirt," she ordered.

Shit. She sounds like a fucking drill sergeant.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Your t-shirt as well. I want to see your torso."

Jesus Christ! My torso?

Off came the shirt and t-shirt. Jimmy draped them over a nearby chair.

"What a dreadful smell!" the lady exclaimed.

"What?"

"That smell when you take off your shirt. Do you use some kind of cheap cologne?"

"Old Spice, Ma'am."

"Old Spice," she exclaimed with distaste. "Are you attempting to hide some foul body odor?"

"No, Ma'am. Sorry if you don't like the smell."

"A man's natural smell, the musky odor from his armpits. That's what a man should smell like. Not 'Old Spice.'"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Jimmy was sorry he'd sprayed so much of the damned stuff on. The lady wanted to smell his armpit odor.

"Turn around and let me get a look at you."

Jimmy turned around, very uncomfortable at having his upper physique looked at critically. He wished he'd gone to the gym regularly. Like Vince. His own muscles were, he knew, nothing particular to brag about.

"You're a little puny, aren't you? Hard to tell when a man's fully dressed. I've seen worse though."

"Hmm!" Mrs. Hammerschmidt criticized. "Nothing that a bit of time at a gym couldn't remedy, though. Have you ever considered enrolling at a gym? One with all that Nautilus equipment? A healthy young muffin like you should consider it. It could work wonders."

"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Jimmy lied. "I was just saying to a friend of mine that I planned to sign up at this gym he goes to. We plan to work out together."

"Splendid. Kind of inspire each other a bit, eh? Competition in body building is probably a good thing. That's good thinking, James.

"You may put your shirt back on now," she smiled.

He hastily put on his garb.

Well, that one went pretty good. My case may not be hopeless yet.

"I assume that, like the other young men in CIMCO, you would not turn down the chance to marry my daughter."

"Oh, no, Ma'am. I would feel it a great honor to marry your daughter."

She then winked at him and said, "Now let's see how you are on technique. Where you are deficient, I will attempt to see if you are teachable."

Mrs. Hammerschmidt rose and very efficiently removed every stitch of clothing she had on. Jimmy wondered if it would be considered rude to stare at her during the process. But rude or not, he couldn't help but stare, fascinated.

"Now, for this part of our interview, we'll concentrate on that all-important matter of technique. And we should start with the soft kiss."

"Soft kiss?"

"Yes. We simply lick each other's lips. No sucking on the mouth. And certainly no tongue intrusion. Here. Let me show you."

She licked his lips, which he found to be quite exciting.

"Now, you try to do the same to me."

"Yes Ma'am."

Jimmy licked her lips.

"No, no, no, James. You must be more attentive. The middle of the lips get minimal attention. It is the edges that are the erogenous zones. Let me show you again."

When Mrs. Hammerschmidt licked his lips this time, Jimmy became aware that the edges of the lips really are where the 'erogenous zones' were. He wasn't sure he knew exactly what 'erogenous' was. He decided he had to add the word to his vocabulary.

He gave the lady a return soft kiss, which she declared "quite satisfactory." He wondered where all this was leading. But he was decidedly more comfortable with the situation as time went on.

"I think you will become quite accomplished with the soft kiss, James. It is very important as a beginning to romance.

"Now to proceed. Most women are intrigued by the vampire."

Yikes! I'm game for a lot. But if she's into sucking blood, I'm just going to have to bail.

"Here, James. Let me show you."

And before he could demure, she was biting him very gently on his neck. Really nibbling rather than biting. It was a pleasantly eerie feeling which caused tingling to run up and down his spine and into his balls. As strange as it was, it was a definite turn-on.

Now she teased playfully, for the first time in this interview.

"There. Now you are a vampire, too. Bite me back."

Jimmy did bite the lady's neck. But in his inexperience, he bit too hard, causing pain.

"Ouch! Too hard, James. I'm afraid you don't have the makings of a Count Dracula. We'll go on to something else."

With the kissing behind them, Jimmy's previous feelings of being intimidated morphed into confidence and even pleasure.

"What do you know of the ars amatoria?" the lady asked him.

That sounded like a dirty word he had never heard before. Jimmy could not answer. He simply looked dumbfounded.

"Ars amatoria," Mrs. H. repeated. "The art of love."

"Oh, that," Jimmy answered, relieved. "I guess I know quite a bit."

"Have you, by any chance, read Doctor Morris' book on the subject?"

Now Jimmy felt himself on firm ground. He couldn't tell her how he had come into possession of Doctor Morris' ars amatoria. But he could show off to the lady that he really did know a thing or two.

Jimmy recited the names of some of the positions he had learned about in the good doctor's book.

Mrs. Hammerschmidt ordered him to disrobe again and to demonstrate a few positions.

Jimmy complied readily.

"I guess so, Mrs. Hammerschmidt."

James and his boss did number sixty nine and rear entry in what he thought was a satisfactory manner.

Neither Mrs. Hammerschmidt nor Jimmy was aware that there were two observers of the passionate scene unfolding on the sofa. A man and a woman, totally nude, were standing in the doorway that led from the livingroom to the bedroom.

"Now, we will both get our clothes back on, and then we can finish the interview," Mrs. Hammerschmidt declared.

Jimmy was pleased to discover that the knowledge he had gained from Chastity's laptop had served him well.

There was no discussion as they dressed. There really did not seem to be anything to say.

When they were dressed, Mrs. Hammerschmidt sat down on the sofa.

"Come sit beside me, James. I just have two more questions for you. Then I'll be off and about my business."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"As far as your records show, you are what I would call 'under educated.' Do you have any plans for future education?"

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Hammerschmidt," Jimmy lied. "I was going to get the papers ready this very afternoon to re-enroll in City College. I miss the classes a lot. What subjects would you suggest?"

"A young man cannot be too conversant with the classics of literature. Had you thought of majoring in English Literature?"

"My very favorite subject," he lied through his teeth. If there was any subject Jimmy detested, it was English.

"Wonderful," the lady said. "And those plans of enrolling at a gymnasium. I hope you are sincere about that."

"Oh, absolutely, Ma'am."

Physical exertion at a smelly gym was about as close to the pits in Jimmy's plans as courses in English literature. But, to be upwardly mobile...

"That's just grand, James. Now, I'll be on my way. I'll be interested in hearing about your intellectual and physical education as time goes on."

Both were still seated on the sofa when the two people who had previously intruded, unobserved on the 'interview' on the sofa, entered.

Barbie spoke first.

"Well, Jimmy. Fancy meeting you here. I see you've been entertaining company."

Vince chimed in behind her.

"I really tried to keep Barbie out, Chum. But she wouldn't be restrained."

Jimmy gaped.

"How the Hell did you get here?" he asked the intruders.

Mrs. Hammerschmidt stood.

"Perhaps you would care to introduce me to your friends, James."

Jimmy's query, "What are you two doing here," was actually a very good question. And one he never did get a full answer to.

Here is a description of what had actually transpired.

When Mrs. Hammerschmidt had telephoned Jimmy, somewhat less than an hour previously, Vince was sent off to forestall Barbie's intrusion on the meeting between Jimmy and his boss lady. As requested by his friend, Vince had walked down to the bus stop, and was standing there when Barbie got off the bus.

"Gee! Hi, Vince. What are you doing here? Catching a bus?"

"Hi ya', Barbie. No. I'm not here to catch a bus. I came here to meet you."

"Meet me? Golly. What's up? Has something happened to Jimmy?"

"Naw. Jimmy's okay. I just wanted to chat with you. Why don't we go somewhere and get something to drink?"

"What's this all about, Vince?" Barbie asked, suspicious. "We can go up to Jimmy's apartment and have something to drink and we can chat there."

The fact was that Vince had not really thought through a stratagem to keep Barbie at bay from the apartment. And he felt quite clumsy at this point.

"No. Not a good idea. You see, Jimmy's kind of busy right now."

"Busy?" She was perplexed and even more suspicious than before. "What's he busy doing?"

"His boss called and is there talking to him. He doesn't want to be disturbed."

"His boss is there? That old lady he works for? Why is she at his place? Why can't she talk to him at work?"

"I don't know," Vince admitted. "Jimmy thinks she's considering him for a promotion. Maybe she wants to check out his apartment. See if he's neat and tidy and all that. You can tell a lot about people by how they maintain their living quarters"

Barbie wasn't quite convinced, but thought perhaps there might be a tiny chance that Vince was right.

"I don't know," she said. "I don't have any idea about how businesses work. But that sounds a little bit weird to me."

Vince latched onto Barbie's near acceptance of his story. And, he thought it might be correct. It seemed unlikely that the boss knew Jimmy was involved with her daughter. The more likely reason for her visit was the one he had just made up. He would stick with that story and try to convince Barbie that it was true.

"So you see, Barbie. This meeting with his boss could be very important for Jimmy's future. She will see that he keeps his apartment in pretty good condition for a bachelor. And he'll probably get that promotion. But if you should go barging in there, that could disrupt everything. Jimmy doesn't need any distraction while he's trying to impress the boss, does he?"

"Hmm," Barbie wondered. "You may be right, Vince. I don't want to mess up Jimmy's chances of getting a promotion."

"Exactly!" Vince agreed. "So let's us go somewhere, sit out some time, and in about an hour I'll give Jimmy a telephone call and see if the old lady's left yet."

"No," Barbie said. "I have an even better idea."

"Yeah? What?"

Vince was a bit disturbed about what the "better idea" might be.

"I can sneak into Jimmy's apartment by the back way," Barbie explained. "You know that bedroom window he always leaves open when he's home because he's such a fresh air fiend? I'm going in that way and take a peek into the livingroom to see if they're there instead of in the kitchen. Then I'll sneak out again."

"Bad idea," Vince said. "The old lady might just go into the bedroom to see if Jimmy keeps it neat. If she catches you in there, what's she going to think? It could blow the whole deal for Jimmy. No, we'd better go somewhere else until she's left."

"No, Vince!" Barbie insisted. "I can look in the bedroom window. If the old lady's not there, I can enter without her being wise to it. I can peek into the livingroom, see how it's going for Jimmy, and be out in a jiffy. I'm going!"

There was so much determination in Barbie's voice that Vince knew he couldn't stop her.

"I think it's a rotten idea," he said. "But, if you're going, I'm coming with you. I can help you in and out the window. You might need me."

"That would be a great help, Vince," Barbie agreed. "I appreciate it. Come on. Let's go."

And go they did.

The two made their way to the back of the apartment complex and climbed the stairs very stealthily. When they got to the bedroom window, they both peeked in. The room was empty. So far so good.

The window was wide open, the way Jimmy always liked to keep it. Vince entered first, very, very quietly. He reached outside and lifted Barbie in effortlessly. As he was lifting her, Barbie was acutely aware of his musculature. Aware, as a consequence, that he was a well-built stud. Somehow, she hadn't really taken in that fact quite so forcefully before. After all, he had never previously lifted her. It was a pleasant sensation.

They could hear a woman's voice in the next room. The boss lady was there. Jimmy had told Barbie about the "Dragon Lady." This was a chance to see the old witch.

They tiptoed to the livingroom door. They made not a sound. Not a peep.

The door was ajar. Barbie scooted down so Vince could glance above her. Four inquisitive eyes peeked into the livingroom.

And what did they see?

A very attractive naked lady was sitting on the couch.

That's the 'Dragon Lady'?' The 'old witch?' Jimmy's description of his boss lady hardly does her justice. She's gorgeous.

And Jimmy was standing in front of her, bare-ass naked.

What kind of business is going on in there?

All Vince could think of was "Oh-oh!"

They could hear what the two people were saying.

"Oh, no, Ma'am," Jimmy was saying. "I would feel it a great honor to marry your daughter."

Marry her daughter? That rat!

This will put us on a more even playing field," the boss-lady was saying.

Barbie had had enough.

She tiptoed to the bed, dragging Vince behind her by the hand.

She whispered in his ear.

"Vince, I'm so angry!"

"I understand."

"I'm going to get my revenge on that rat," Barbie vowed.

Vince heard himself whispering back, "I can't blame you."

He was surprised, and more than a little pleased, when she took off her blouse. She was not wearing a bra.

Well, Jimmy is my friend. And I'd do nearly anything for him. But he also is kind of a rat. Two-timing this babe. She deserves to revenge herself on him.

Barbie sat provocatively on the side of the bed and patted the spot next to her in what could only be construed as an invitation for Vince to sit next to her. The fight going on in Vince's body and mind was between loyalty to his old friend, the rat, and his cupidity for the wronged young lady with the bare breast. The young lady seemed to be winning, hands down.

"Take off your shoes and socks," Barbie ordered. Vince obeyed with pleasure.

She was becoming very excited. Perhaps revenge was a powerful aphrodisiac. Whatever it was, the expression "revenge is sweet" played through her mind.

And Barbie, forthwith, took deep, satisfying revenge on her former boyfriend.

She took off the rest of her clothes while Vince watched enthralled. She asked him to stand up. He willingly complied.

Barbie took Vince's belt off, unbuttoned his pants button and pulled down his zipper. He was already hard, as she could see. She managed to get his shorts off around the massive hardon.

"Now take off your shirt and undershirt."

He readily complied.

Barbie had never seen male muscles like these before. Biceps, pectorals, the sixpack of his abs.

"Now lay down that gorgeous hunk of a body on that bed," she ordered.

He lay down with a lopsided grin.

"Spread your legs," she said.

He did.

She approached him from below.

He didn't watch, just staring at the ceiling to await whatever was going to happen.

He gave an involuntary start as he felt her moist lips encircling his balls. But he didn't give a yelp. He was aware of the couple in the next room.

She arose, climbed over him, and lowered her cunt down onto his mouth.

"I'm already wet for you, Handsome," she said. "But I want you to lick my cunt so it's even juicier. I want to be damper and then have you fuck my brains out. But quietly, Stud. Let's not disturb your buddy and his boss-lady."

After they had both come with a silent bang, she stood up, and he rose beside her. She motioned for him to follow her to the door. She was curious to see what was happening with the man who had wronged her so.

Again, peeking around the door into the livingroom, Barbie and Vince, unobserved, took a good look at what Jimmy and his boss lady were doing.

As it happened, Jimmy was demonstrating his expertise in what Doctor Morris referred to as "Number Eleven."

A while later, Barbie entered the livingroom with Vince following her.

Both Jimmy and his boss lady were by then fully dressed and sitting on the sofa.

Jimmy was nonplussed and couldn't for the life of him make any kind of introduction. Barbie took the initiative.

"I am Barbie Crown, Jimmy's ex-girlfriend."

"And I am Vince Collins, Jimmy's best friend."

Mrs. Hammerschmidt extended her hand first to Barbie and then to Vince.

"And I am Velma Hammerschmidt. James works for me."

She gave Barbie only the slightest attention. But she took her time looking Vince up and down.

"Well, Mr. Collins," she said. "Do you happen to be currently employed?"

"No, Mrs. Hammerschmidt," Vince replied. "I am not. As a matter of fact, I am currently seeking employment."

"Well, well," the lady said. "It so happens that we have a job opening at CIMCO. I think you might just qualify splendidly. Might you be free Monday morning to come down to my office for an interview. At, say, ten o'clock?"

"I would be honored," Vince responded very courteously.

Mrs. Hammerschmidt, Barbie, and Vince all left the apartment together after Barbie and Vince had put their clothes back on.

Jimmy simply stood there in his livingroom, flabbergasted.

There was no doubt in his mind that Vince would soon be 'interviewed' by Mrs. Hammerschmidt at home after he got hired on Monday. He went over Vince's qualities in his mind: handsome, buff, goes to the gym, takes night classes, hung...

It occurred to him that he, himself, might lose Barbie, Chastity, and Mrs. Hammerschmidt.

The coffee he had brewed earlier was still in the pot in the kitchen. There were still a few Krispy Kreem donuts in the box.

He went into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, and bit into a donut.

"On the other hand," he thought. "I think I made a good impression on Mrs. Hammerschmidt. Maybe everything will turn out okay."