AMERICAN GIRLS CH. 03

"Hi Pete," Shirley's friend said. "I'm Beatrice. Do you think you could find time to help me with math? Shirley said you are really good at math and science, and I have a hard time understanding them."

"What math class are you taking?" I asked.

"I'm in college algebra," Beatrice answered. "Since I understand that you are taking calculus, I assume that you already know algebra."

"OK," I said. "I tutor Shirley on Thursdays. Is there a day that will work for you?"

"I'm OK with any day," Beatrice replied. "Whatever day will be good for you is fine with me. When Shirley told me about you, I didn't really think you would say yes."

"What are you doing on Sunday?" I asked. "It would give us plenty of time to figure out how much you already know and start working on your weak points."

"Sunday is fine," she said. "My mom works on Sunday, so we will have the house to ourselves." Beatrice then wrote her address and phone number down on a piece of paper and had me write my contact info down in her notebook. Remember, this was before cell phones, so we are talking home phone numbers. I said I would be there at about noon on Sunday, and Beatrice said she would have lunch ready for me. That made me smile.

On Thursday, Shirley gave me an extra special "thank you" for helping her friend Beatrice, so even if things didn't work out with Beatrice, I figured I had come out ahead. On Sunday, I pulled up to the address Beatrice had given me and walked up to the front door. I had barely arrived at the front door when it opened, and there was Beatrice standing in a mini skirt and tee. This was 1972, the year that micro minis came out, and I had never seen such a short skirt on a girl.

"Hi Pete," she said. "Lunch is on the table." We went into the kitchen where sandwiches, chips and lemonade were waiting for us. We talked during lunch, and by the end of the meal, I knew a lot about Beatrice. Like Shirley, she lived alone with her mother; she was fairly shy; she stumbled over the most basic of math concepts; and she was gorgeous. Beatrice was about 5'2" tall, maybe 110 lbs., long silky black hair (which I had grown fond of in the Philippines), stunning dark blue eyes, a small nose (perfect), and pale blemish-free skin. She said she was a "black Irish" whatever that was.

One last thing I learned was that her mother had never let her have a boyfriend in high school. I asked if her mother would be OK with me being alone in the house with her. She replied that her mom was happy that she was getting help with math, so it was OK.

After lunch, I asked where her math book was, and we walked into her bedroom, where her algebra book was laying on the bed. I sat down on her bed and started thumbing through the book, asking her questions as I went. It soon became apparent that Beatrice knew nothing about anything in the book. That made it easy for me. I just had to start at the beginning. Luckily, she hadn't waited too long to ask for help, so she hadn't failed any tests in the class yet.

We started at the beginning and worked through concept after concept. After a couple of hours, she started to understand the material, and she commented that I was an excellent teacher. She asked if I was going into teaching, but I laughed. "There isn't any money in teaching. I'm going into engineering where I can put these concepts into practice."

"That makes sense," she replied. "Speaking of money, I don't have any money to pay you for your time."

"No problem," I said. "I never asked for any money."

Beatrice leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you. I was worried about how to pay you."

I smiled. "Your kisses will be payment enough," I replied.

Beatrice smiled back and leaned forward for another kiss. This time, I took advantage and pulled her into me even further. She ended up laying on top of me, and our kisses slowly started to become more and more intimate and passionate. She was obviously enjoying this, even though she was just as obviously inexperienced.

She was having a hard time keeping her balance above me, and Beatrice ended up straddling my hips as we kissed. That was very good because her mini skirt, which barely covered her bottom to start with, was then wadded up around her waist. As we kissed, my hands were exploring her body, and she was soon moaning into my kisses and the sensations started to overwhelm her.

Beatrice was wearing a T-top, and I slid it up her torso until it was riding up under her arms. She soon pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and off her head, leaving her clad in just her lacy bra and her mini-skirt. We continued to kiss, and she was really enjoying the sensations. I reached around her back and unhooked her bra, causing it to fall down between us. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "I've never done this before."

"Don't worry," I said. "You are on top, so you can control how far we go. We can stop anytime you say."

"OK," she replied, and then kissed me again, her bra falling down her arms and then being pulled from between their bodies. My hands quickly found her soft warm treasures, and I started massaging them. Beatrice raised up, and looking down said, "You are overdressed." I raised up just enough to slide my T-shirt off, and then unsnapped and unzipped my pants, sliding them down my legs (all while continuing to kiss her).

Beatrice broke the kiss to look down. I still had my boxers on, but nothing else. She smiled and said, "I didn't realize that we were going to strip down so far."

I replied, "You are still in control, and as long as underwear remains in place, there isn't much chance that too much will happen." She smiled again and kissed me. This time, though, I kissed down her neck to her breasts. Beatrice gasped when I sucked a nipple into my mouth. "Oh my God, that feels wonderful. Please don't stop."

I suckled both breasts, trading back and forth, giving each nipple equal time, and spreading the love to include the tender flesh surrounding her nipples. Beatrice was unconsciously grinding her panty-clad pussy over my cock, which by this time was sticking almost fully out of the top of my boxers because of her movements on me. My boxers had actually slid down my hips. The grinding felt great to both of us, and her pussy was soaking her panties, causing them to wad up in her cleft. This, of course, caused my cock to contact her vulva directly, and pretty soon her panties had been pushed completely to the side as my cock slid through her wet vulva and repeatedly pressed against her clitoris.

At some point, the tip of my cock contacted her vaginal entrance, and after repeated strokes with her pushing down on me, it started to make its way into her depths. Neither of us really intended it, but with all of the pelvic thrusting, it was only a matter of time before my cock pressed against and then pierced her hymen. Beatrice's eyes shot open when she felt a flash of pain inside her vagina, but then she just closed them again and continued her descent onto my shaft.

When my cock was fully seated in her vagina, she looked down at me. "I didn't know that was going to happen, but I'm glad it was you who did it with me. Thank you."

I looked up and mumbled, "It is me who should be thanking you. What a precious gift you have given me." Beatrice started sliding back and forth, testing how being stuffed with a man's cock would feel. I pulled her up to face me and asked, "Are you on any kind of birth control?"

She answered, "No." However, after some questions, I soon discovered that she was close to getting her period, so it was unlikely she would get pregnant. She was happy that I knew about those things because she wasn't really sure when she was fertile and she didn't want a baby. I also told her to go to the clinic the next day to get on the pill. That way, they wouldn't need to worry about her getting pregnant in the future.

I rolled her over to her back saying, "I might as well be in control now, since your hymen is already gone." She agreed. I started a rhythm, sliding my cock fully in and out of her vagina, further and stronger with each stroke. Eventually, I was pounding her at a pretty good pace, and she was moaning and squealing under him. I found that her panties were rubbing the side of my cock with each thrust, so I disengaged and pulled off her skirt and panties and my boxers before reinserting my cock back into her pussy. She barely noticed the interruption.

I continued at a good pace until I felt the seed start rising in my balls. Then, I used my thumb to rub her clitoris until she was starting to climax right along with me. As her vaginal walls started milking me, I started pumping load after load of my seed deep into her womb. Who knows how long it lasted? Time stood still for both of us as we were swallowed up in waves of pleasure.

I finally collapsed, rolling slightly to the side. She rolled with me, keeping my cock buried deep in her pussy. I could still feel small pulses of semen being pumped out of my cock and into her vagina. We kissed some more, but then exhaustion soon caught up with both of us, and we fell asleep.

We may have been asleep for a couple of hours when we both woke up. Beatrice's mom wasn't yet home, but she would be soon, so we got dressed and I got ready to leave. We arranged to meet again the next Sunday, and I left. This would become a regular routine for me, Thursdays for Shirley and Sundays for Beatrice.

I found this to be quite beneficial, not just for the girls, but also for me. By teaching these concepts, I not only got sexual benefits, but also kept the concepts fresh in my own mind. Time is the enemy of memory, so by keeping these things fresh, I stayed current as well. This would help me later on when I continued my education at university and when I became an engineer.

The next Sunday, Beatrice and I changed the time slot to start at 10 AM, so we would have more time before her mother arrived. We still only studied for two to three hours, but it gave us more time to play afterwards. Unfortunately, she was on her period, so she gave me a BJ in lieu of sex. It wasn't all that good, but she tried. I ate her to several orgasms in return, which she absolutely loved.

When she realized that I was hard again, she offered to get me off again. I asked how she wanted to do that. She replied that she had heard of anal, and would be willing to try. Since her pussy wasn't available, I asked her to find some lube. She got some Vaseline, and I had her apply it liberally to both my cock and inside of her rectum. She tried to follow my instructions, but after applying it to my cock, she asked me to apply it to her butt. I complied.

I lubed up my finger and slowly pressed it into her bottom. At first, it didn't look like her anus would accept even one finger, but then it slipped in. I went back to the jar for more lube, and pushed the lube deep into her rectum. After working the lube around inside her butt with my finger for a while, I added a second finger, which caused her to strain against the intrusion, but she was still willing to continue.

After several minutes working two fingers in and out of her bottom, and loading her rectum even more with Vaseline, I lined my cock up with Beatrice's anus, and then slowly pushed it in. She gasped when my big cockhead penetrated her sphincter, but then my cock smoothly penetrated deep into her without further pain. I rested for a few seconds, and then started thrusting and withdrawing from her butt. I reached around to fondle her clit as I pumped my cock in and out of her backdoor, and soon she was pushing back against me with increasing passion.

When Beatrice started cumming, I couldn't hold out any longer. My balls pumped spurt after spurt of my seed into her rear as she climaxed beneath me. "Nice," was all she had to say when we both collapsed on her bed. We were soon asleep, but the first week had taught us a lesson, and the alarm gave them plenty of time to clean up before Beatrice's mom came home. I never did meet her mother.

Beatrice joined Shirley and me for lunch every day at school, and we soon became a fixture. I was surprised when it became obvious that both girls knew about the arrangements I had with the other, but then I should have realized that girlfriends tell each other everything. It did make for some awkward moments when one of them said something blatantly sexual in front of the other, and I asked them not to talk about these things in front of me. They both chuckled, but then complied.

Of course, I didn't allow my social life to end there, and I was constantly on the lookout for cute girls around the campus and in the surrounding towns, but Shirley and Beatrice were almost always in need of tutoring while I attended UC Rockville. I often wondered what happened to them after I moved on to university.