I sat down at my computer to finish a homework assignment that was due the next day. It was driving me crazy that I could not seem to get it done. It was for my sex education class, and the topic was the female orgasm -vs- the male orgasm. Since I really had no idea what a male orgasm was like, it was hard for me to write about it. I have never even had sex with a man and I was supposed to know what his orgasm was like. I have had one a few times, but even the female orgasm was something new to me. What if what I had was not really an orgasm?

I logged into my email account and put in my teachers email. Most students did not have their high school teachers email address, but he had given it to us in case we ever needed help when we were out of school. I never figured that I would use it, but I knew that in order to pass this class and get a decent grade on this paper, I was going to have to ask for help.

Mr. Thomas,

I have been trying so hard to write this paper on the difference between male orgasms and female orgasms. I really don’t even have a clue as to where to begin. I know little to nothing about orgasms in general and the book is very vague. I was wondering if you could help me out or give me an extension on it.

Thank you so very much

Imogen Andrews


I pressed the send button with my mouse and then went back to trying to write my paper. Still having no ideas, I got up from the computer and walked over to my bed. Flopping down onto my stomach, I grabbed my health book from the side of the bed and began to read the chapter once more. None of it was really helping me truly understand this orgasm thing. Sure it explained what an orgasm was and how they happened, but that really was not saying a whole lot.

About fifteen minutes after I started to read my book again, my computer made a bell sound that meant I had an email waiting. I did not get up right away to check it being as ninety percent of the time I got mail, it was spam mail of some sort and it was just a waste of my time anyway. I knew however that there was a slight possibility that it could be Mr. Thomas, so I got up and checked. To my surprise he had written me back.

Imogen

I am sorry that you are having so much trouble with this paper. I know that this paper is important for you to pass my class so I am wanting to help you out a little bit. If you would like to come by my house sometime this evening around 8 or 9, I would be more then happy to go over it with you. Just stop on by. My address is 1250 Prescott. Hope to see you there. If I do not see you, good luck on your paper. I wish there was more I could do with like an extension, but this is the end of the year, I need to get grades in as soon as I can. 

Hope to see you this evening,

 Mr. Thomas


At first I thought it was a joke. Why would he ask me to come to his house? We could have just found a way to do this via email, though that seemed like it would take a long time. He had probably already figured that part out. I was not sure about going to his house, but I needed to get a decent grade on this paper and it was my only option.

Looking at the clock, I realized that it was already 7. I shut off my computer and ran to the bathroom, I really needed to take a shower.

Once my shower was over, I finished getting ready. I threw on a pair of shorts, since it was getting hotter and hotter out at night and a tank top. Putting a light sweater on over it, I threw my hair into a pony tail, packed my backpack and snuck out of my window. I had told my parents that I was going to bed, and I knew that they would not be checking on me, they really did not pay much attention to me at all but they would have noticed me going out the front door and questioned where I was going.

The walk to his house was not a long one. I lived right around the corner from Prescott and it was only a couple of blocks down once I was on it. He lived in a decent looking house, once that looked like it would be a little much for a teachers salary. His wife probably had a really good job of some sort.

Knocking on the door, I clinched my bag to me and waiting nervously. I had never been to a teacher's house before, it almost felt like being sent to the principals office. It was like that feeling that you had done something wrong. Now was time for my punishment, or something along those lines.

“Hey Imogen,” Mr. Thomas said with a smile as he opened the front door.

I was a little taken back for a second. At school he was generally in nice dress type clothes and overly done. Now he was in a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. He went from looking like my teacher to looking like this hot older man. He almost looked like a short haired version of Johnny Depp.

“Hey Mr. Thomas,” I said a little over excitedly.

I could not help but want him. He looked so amazing, it was almost unfair.

“Oh,” He said ushering me into his house, “Please Imogen, call me Alex, I am only Mr. Thomas when I am in school, and from what I can see, this is not school.”

“Okay, Alex,” I laughed as I entered his house.

It was even bigger on the inside when it was outside. It was probably the nicest house I had ever been in.

“Go ahead and get comfortable,” he said pointing at the couch in the living room. “Would you like something to drink Imogen?”

“Sure,” I answered moving over to the couch and sitting down. I placed my book bag down by my feet and crossed my ankles. I then laced my fingers together and placed them on my lap. “A glass of water would be good.”

He did not even answer me before disappearing. I felt a little uncomfortable sitting alone in his living room. It was even weirder with the big picture of him and his wife hanging on the wall. Almost like they were some sort of royalty. She was beautiful though, like royalty. She had long blond hair that was slightly curly and big blue eyes. She was that trophy wife you hear about.

“So what kind of problems are you having with your paper?” he asked as he walked back into the living room and took a seat next to me. He handed me a beer and gave me a wink. I did not question it and took a small sip.

“I just don’t know what to write.” I began, taking another sip of my beer. “I mean I read the chapter over and over again. I get how the orgasms happen and what not but I don’t fully understand orgasms.

I feel like I am looking way to much into this but for someone that has never even really had an orgasm, its hard to write a paper about them. And now I am rumbling on and I have made a complete full of myself and I should probably go now.”

I could not believe that I had just told him that I had never had an orgasm. That is not the kind of thing that you tell your history teacher. I stood up and started to reach for my bag when he pulled me back to the couch.

“You do not need to go anywhere,” he said, “That is why I invited you over here. You needed help with you paper and understanding how to write it and I want to help you understand.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling more nervous and a little embarrassed. “Not to get off subject or anything, but where is you wife?’

“She is in Africa,” He said looking up at her picture and then back down to me. “She is a doctor and spends a lot of time across the world helping people who can not help themselves. I don’t really get to see her very much, but I knew that when I married her.”

“Oh, okay,” I responded.

That did not sound like the best kind of marriage in the world but all people were different and all people liked different things. I drank a little more of my beer and looked off into space. I really was not sure what I was supposed to do from here.

“So you want to understand what an orgasm is?” he asked me as he leaned back on the couch and began to drink his beer.

“Yeah,” I answered in response to his question. “I really need to be able to pass this class in order to graduate.”

“Well,” he said setting his beer down on the coffee table in front of us. “If you would like, I would love to be able to help you understand orgasms a little better in order to write this paper better.”

“I would really appreciate that,” I said with a smile, though there was this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me something was going to happen that I was not fully prepared for.

I leaned back on the couch and looked over at Mr. Thomas. He was looking me over from head to toe. It did not take him long to touch me. He placed his hand on my knee and slowly began to move it up my thigh. I wanted to tell him to stop but my heart was beating in my throat and I could not get a single word out. Plus there was a side of me that did not want him to stop.

“If you want me to stop,” he whispered in my ear, “you just have to let me know.”

I nodded to him but I did not say a word. He leaned forward and began to kiss my neck. My whole body got the chills when his lips touched the curve between my neck and my shoulder. A small moan escaped my lips, which caused him to softly bite down, which sent my whole body over the edge.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked me and he began to pull my t-shirt over my head.

I lifted my arms to help him. I shook my head no as he tossed my shirt aside and looked down at my breasts. They were not the best in the world, 26B, but they were a perfect handful, at least that is what I liked to call them. They were hiding under that of a black bra.

“No,” I let out in a moan as he began to kiss my chest right above my breasts.

I could feel my nipples getting hard. He could see them poking through my bra, so he reached behind me and undid the clasp holding it against my skin. It fell down in my lap exposing my hard nipples to him.

“Good,” He smiled as he moved down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Because I don’t want to.” He began to suck on them lightly, flicking his tongue over them.

He moved from my breasts down to my stomach. I took a deep breath when he hit my belly button and began to unbutton my jeans. I lifted my hips to help him out. It was not long before they were in the pile with my shirt and my bra. Now I was in front of him wearing nothing but a black pair of boy shorts.

“Sexy,” he laughed as he began to pull them off of me, added them as well to the pile. “Just not really needed at the moment.”

I smiled down at him, but I still did not have the ability to speak. The only thing leaving my mouth were the occasional moans that left my mouth when his lips were against me.

Once I was fully naked, he worked with me to lay me down on the couch just slightly. My legs were still hanging off the couch but the rest of me was laying down. He kissed down my stomach and slid his hand between my legs. I moaned loudly as his finger slid over the top of my clit. It was the most amazing feeling in the entire world. It made my entire body shake.

“You want me to stop yet?” he asked, not giving me a chance to answer.

He moved his head down between my legs and replaced his finger with his tongue. I let out a yelp as his tongue rolled over my clit, sending me over the edge. I knew in that moment that I had never had an orgasm before. I knew that I was not having one now and this was better then anything I had ever felt before.

He licked my clit faster and then sucked it into his mouth. The feeling made my entire body shake and my legs clamped around his head. This only made him suck harder. It was almost to much for me to handle. It was not until he slid a finger in me, that I knew I was getting ready to have my first orgasm.

“Oh my god,” I screamed, as he fucked his finger in and out of me, harder and harder with each thrust. “Don’t stop Mr. Thomas, I’m gonna cum.”

It was right in that instant that my first orgasm took over my body. I was shaking violently and he was holding me down with his arm. He did not even stop, he just kept licking my clit and it felt like my orgasm was never going to end.

Finally after my body had calmed down slightly he took his mouth off of my clit. He kissed his way up my stomach, to my neck and then finally kissed me. His lips were soaking wet and I licked all of the juice off of them. My mouth watered as I savored the flavor.

“So,” he said with a smile on his face. “Think you can figure this paper out?”

I smiled at him and then pulled him down to me and kissed him again. We made out for what seemed like forever. The feeling of him pressed against my naked body was amazing.

“Well, if you could give me one or two more days,” I said with a wink, “I would love to do more research on the matter.”

Reaching down, I rubbed his cock through his pants. It was rock hard. He smiled at me with a look that said he understood what I was asking.

“I think I can give you a few more days.”