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"Your mother seemed nice. Less pretentious than those two men, and far more knowledgeable. I should have seen the likeness. Both of you have beautiful soft hair." Andrew reached up and stroked mine. Just like I'm his cat, I thought, but I did have to stop myself making purring noises at his touch. We talked about my mother, and my time at the farm where I grew up, though I avoided any mention of my father. Andrew described his own career, the scholarship he had won as a young man, giving him easy access to teach at a prestigious university, but how he hated the sarcasm and snobbishness of the universities, leading him to take the job at the tech. "You must have found us disappointing after your university students," I said. "Not really. The average was certainly higher at the university, but there were some top students at tech who could hold their own at Auckland - or possibly even Oxford. And besides, students like you, with reasonable ability but lack of confidence, also deserve good teaching." By now it was getting late. There was another pause in the conversation. At this juncture most boys would have made their first fumbling moves, but Andrew just kept staring at me, cradling his wine. I would have to initiate matters. "Would you like to try on the clothes for fit?" I said. "I can put them on tomorrow before I go to the interview." Did he really not know what I wanted? Again I marvelled at the combination of extreme intelligence and sensitivity, and total brain dead lack of perception. "Tomorrow will be too late if they don't fit you. Anyway, I need to see how they look. Trust me on this one. Mum was particularly insistent that you need a dresser, and she has a good eye for fashion" Andrew shrugged and then peeled his shirt off. "You'll need to take your trousers off too," I told him. "Why?" So I can fondle you of course. I stared at his naked torso. Not that handsome or muscular, but somehow attractive and cuddly. "Because you need to put the dress trousers over your shirt tails," I said. I thought Andrew was going to step into the bathroom to get changed, but instead he gave me what I thought was a quite purposeful glance as he undid his trousers and stepped out of them, standing in the middle of the room in nothing but his boxer shorts. I walked up to him and then on an impulse clasped my arms around his body and squeezed. His chest was hard, but I felt him yielding at my touch. I looked up and Andrew kissed me. His lips were soft and warm and his breath sweet. There was none of the greasy meat smell I could detect on some of my other boyfriends. Andrew removed his mouth from mine and said to me, "You really are beautiful, Maxine." I could feel Andrew's erection digging into me as I pressed my lower body next to his, and his hands started running up my leg, ready to peel off my tights. Then to my horror I felt the familiar tightness clamp around me. I pushed Andrew away, not violently but firmly, and he stood back and stared at me. I thought he was going to get angry. I could imagine the accusations - slut, prick teaser, ball breaker; I had heard them all before. "What is it, Maxine?" he said instead. "I'm sorry," I said. "I wanted to, but now I'm just not in the mood." I could still see his erection through his shorts. He had wanted to as well. I knelt down in front of him. "I could still give you pleasure." Andrew put his hand in front of my forehead and stepped back. "No you don't. If you don't want it, nor do I. It's got to be a team effort." "Its not you - its me," I stammered. "I just can't enjoy sex .. I mean I want to, but when it comes to it..." Andrew put his finger on my lips, as a signal to be quiet. I stood up and Andrew hugged me again. I felt the tension going out of my body. "You are beautifully soft and warm," he said. "It's getting late. Shall we go to bed. Don't blame yourself. If you're not turned on by me then maybe I'm just not sexy enough. I need to make some effort." http://collectionofbestporn.pro/category/big-ass-porn-tube-sites/ I'd like to have a shower first." I disappeared into the bathroom, quickly, so Andrew would not see my face redden. The shower was far more luxurious than the one in the flat with its little trickle of luke-warm water, and I revelled in the sensation of the hot stream massaging me all over, while I thought about what to do next. Andrew had behaved quite impeccably - just like a teacher I thought, but my embarrassment was not as easy to wash away as the day's grime. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself on the soft fluffy towels the hotel provided. My mothers' company were certainly treating Andrew well. Then I remembered I had left my bag with my overnight gear in the next room. Andrew was already in bed and I saw him look at me as I walked back into the main room, two towels draped around my body. I gazed straight at Andrew sitting up in the bed, and dropped the towels. Andrew certainly seemed to appreciate my young body if the movement of his eyes was any indication. I changed into my skimpy nightie, spent some time drying then brushing my hair, and then I got in beside him. The bed was warm from his body, a faint smell from his skin wafting into the room as I lifted the covers. Andrew put his arm around me, and I nestled against him, leaning my head on his shoulder. We kissed goodnight, but Andrew made no other move towards me, and I was not feeling confident enough to initiate anything. We fell asleep with our faces nearly touching, my dreams full of warmth and pulsing flesh. I woke up in the middle of the night, nipples tingling, a wetness between my thighs, wondering what this pleasurable sensation was that had crept stealthily through my body as I slept; then I realised. I was feeling horny. My pubic hair was glistening, and my nether regions were sending signals to my brain - put something firm inside me. I was still partly asleep and my fingers had drifted down to my labia to give them the release they craved, before I realised that I had a real live cock in easy reach; all I had to do was take it. Andrew was still asleep, though he stirred and mumbled something, his hand searching, as I moved away from his side and peeled off my nightie, feeling my nipples stiffen as the air played around them. I turned on the dim bed light, lifted the covers from his lower regions and pulled down Andrew's shorts. His penis was resting on his pubic hairs, lying on its side like an earthworm on the grass. I started stroking it, hoping it would wake up before this delicious novel feeling of wanting to stick it inside myself went away. It started to stiffen a little, like a flag in a breeze. I put it in my mouth. The first time I had ever done so; all my other trysts had been boringly conventional, Victorian even in approach. The taste was not bad; hot, salty and with only a faint trace of urine. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, and was rewarded with a groan from Andrew, who started stirring. I shifted my body, clamping my wet thighs onto his legs while my mouth continued its rhythmical motion. Andrew struggled again but this time his lower body was held fast. I noticed small glistening droplets of pussy juice on his legs. My pubic hairs were saturated. Plenty of lubrication, and now Andrew's cock was semi-rigid. I knew it would harden up inside me. I straddled over the top of him, my pubes tickling the end of his cock, then lowered myself on him. Normally I insisted on safe sex, but in my state of tingling anticipation, the thought of taking a break to place a piece of rubber between my skin and the cock I wanted so much appeared ludicrous. http://collectionofbestporn.pro/category/babes-naked-girls-sites/ As I drew myself down, Andrew became fully awake. He gave out a huge groan, snapped his eyes open, and grabbed my thighs; guiding me, pinning me, moving my body round, making sure I changed my angle as I gyrated up and down moaning all the while. He started to wriggle and squirm, and then, before I was ready, I felt the liquid squirt inside me - a new sensation, but very warming and pleasant.