Tami was having a hard time in her algebra class and she desperately needed to get a better grade to get into the college her parents dreamed of. When she seeks out help in studying her math instead she gets a very intimate lesson in human sexual relations. From her best friendís toys to her math teacher and a very handsome independent tutor, Tami is one girl more than willing to throw herself completely into the carnal lessons to be learned.
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"Good morning Tami," Mr. Jackson said, looking at her over his horn-rimmed glasses.
"Morning," Tami mumbled, suddenly knowing she was more loaded than she wanted to be. The beer was pumping through her blood, making her tongue thick and her head dizzy.
As Mr. Jackson pulled up a chair for her and adjusted his glasses, she tried to pull herself together. Instead, she almost knocked the chair over falling into it.
"Yes sir, I'm just feeling a little dizzy. Must be the flu or something."
"You do look a bit flushed." Her teacher put his hand on her forehead and the sudden touch gave her an unexpected thrill. She remembered what Robin had told her about her legs at that moment. It really surprised her when she caught Mr. Jackson staring down at her crotch. Falling into the chair, she'd let her skirt hike up so far that her panties were showing, and her teacher was getting an eyeful.
"Well, you seem to be all right to me," he mumbled and opened the folder with her test in it. "Let's run down these questions and I'll show you where you went wrong."
While Mr. Jackson talked, Tami leaned forward too and tried to focus on the pages that he held. Now she knew she was drunk, or nearly drunk. She was having a hard time following his reasoning, and once when he asked her a question, she had to mumble that she didn't know what he was talking about.
"Sure you do, Tami," he said, snatching another quick look at her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up again and she was afraid of standing up to tug it down. The alcohol was really getting to her. She felt suddenly very brave. She felt as if the fix she was in was a silly illusion, a play she was reciting.
"You keep looking at my legs," she said to her teacher. "Would you like to touch them?"
"I beg your pardon?" Mr. Jackson stammered. His face was red but Tami also noticed there was a lump in his pants.
"They're nice legs, don't you think?" She couldn't believe she was saying these things, but the malt liquor kept her from losing her nerve. "Aren't they nice?"
"They're magnificent legs," Mr. Jackson said unexpectedly. He stared again. Tami took his wrist and put his hand against her thigh.
"Feel how firm I am. Go on, squeeze me!" Mr. Jackson squeezed. "Jesus!" he murmured, "what am I doing?"
It felt good when Mr. Jackson slipped his finger higher, petting the satin smooth skin of her inner thigh. Then his finger touched the crotch of her panties and it felt even better.
Tami tried to remember all the things Robin had been telling her about sex being good and healthy and all. She closed her eyes and leaned against Mr. Jackson's shoulder. He wasn't a bad looking guy. When he took his glasses off, he was even kind of handsome.
"You're nice," Tami sighed. "You touch me nice!"
"Tami, I don't quite know what to say."
"Ohhhhhh," Tami moaned, moving her hips as her teacher pushed his finger against the taut, damp band of silk that stretched across her young pussy. He rubbed her and she turned her mouth up to be kissed. Mr. Jackson's tongue went between her teeth and he pulled her body hard against him. Suddenly, his fingers were stretching the elastic of her pantiesÖ..