I love to cook, and that began in my junior year of high school, when I was just seventeen.

My mom told me I needed to learn how to cook, so I took a home economics class.

Besides being a bit of a slob and spilling stuff all the time, I loved it.

My teacher, Mr. Ames, was in his forties. It was unusual to have a man teach this class, but he made it fun. He was once a chef at a fine restaurant in New York City.

Mr. Ames took a liking to me regardless of how much I spilled. My first big goof was dropping a cake fresh out of the oven, and that was one of my smaller mistakes.  

He became famous in our class for always coming to you and asking, “Whatcha cooking?”

By the time I got done with the class, I had learned so much that my mom would have me make dinner for my picky dad.

During my last day in class, Mr. Ames asked me, “Penny, I have an opening next year for a student assistant. Would you like that?”

I about jumped out of my shoes, I was so happy, and replied, “Yes, I would love that. Thank you.”

During that summer, I read many cookbooks and tried many dishes out. That was not the only thing that changed with me. I grew boobs and filled out everywhere. I grew two cup sizes and put on a few pounds, giving me a round butt.

Suddenly, boys began glancing my way.

That summer, I also got my first kiss from a guy named Alex, and he was, for a short time, my boyfriend.

I also learned how to give a blowjob. Alex wanted that morning, noon, and night. The first time I gave him one, he complained that I used my teeth too much, and as they say, practice makes perfect.

The first time we were in his car, he pulled over to our local make-out place.

We were kissing, and he pulled out his hard cock and said, “Please suck on it, Penny. You might like it, and I know I will love it.”

I did what he wanted me to as he fondled my boobs. This was my first time seeing a cock live and not in a picture.

I don't think it took two minutes before he splashed his cum down my throat. After he came, I kept sucking on it, not knowing he was done, and I was surprised how big it was and how small it got after he came.

He pulled up my head and said, “That was great, Penny. Thank you, and next time use just a little less teeth.”

As I said, that was the first of many blowjobs I gave him. I did not mind doing it; in fact, it made me feel like I had some power over him.

Everything was good with us; he took me to movies, ice skating, and many restaurants.

Then one night while we were parked, he pulled out a condom and put it on his cock and said, “I think it's time we graduate to fucking.”

I wanted to do it but was scared too. He kept talking to me as I jacked him off, and I finally consented to doing it.

We jumped into the back seat of the car, I took off my pants, and he slid my panties off.

He put his cock into me slowly. It hurt at first, but the more he did it, the better it felt. I was just beginning to feel the pleasure when he pulled out and said, “That was great, Penny. I filled up the condom with cum.”

I thought there had to be more to sex than this.

I soon found out there was more. We would wait until one of our houses was empty and went there.

I watched him for the first time in daylight I saw him put on that condom om his cock and watched it grow.

Watching his cock slide in and out of me was so different than being in the backseat of a car. I was comfortable, and the sensation I was feeling made me want to do this as much as he did.

We tried all the different ways to fuck. First was doggie style.

My favorite was when I was on top of him. I was in control of the pace, and I got my very first orgasm doing it that way.

It became almost all we did when we were together.

Then, the day I will never forget, when he came to me and said, “My dad is being transferred to another state, and I must go with my family. I am so sorry, Penny. You mean so much to me. Maybe we can get together someday again.”

I could say nothing; all I did was cry. It cut me so deep. I had been thinking that we could get married someday, but that was now over.

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I finished the summer by focusing on cooking. I cooked for my family almost every night, and I even cooked for my parents and some of their friends.

One night my parents had a dinner party, and it was a huge success. My parents were very proud of me.

I also celebrated my eighteenth birthday that summer.

My parents bought me a used car, and I was thankful for that. It was not much, but it was mine.

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My last year in high school, I thought, would be a breeze; all I had were gym, one math class, and being a student assistant for Mr. Ames.

When I walked into my class with Mr. Ames, he looked at me and said, “Who are you?” Then he rubbed his eyes and said, “Sorry, Penny. I think I need new glasses.”

My transformation over the summer was complete, now that he no longer recognized me.

I said, “Reporting for duty, Mr. Ames. What would you like me to do?”  

He replied, “There is not that much to do today, being it's the first day of class. I will have you get the supplies ready for my afternoon class. Set up the cook stations like you remember from last year.”

I went right to work. This was the best time anyone could have had at school. I loved cooking, and setting up for others was like a dream come true.

Mr. Ames was not the only one who noticed how I filled out. One of the cheerleaders approached me and asked me if I would like to try out for the cheer squad.

I tried out and got a position on the cheer team. All these things that were happening to me helped me forget about Alex.

I went on a few dates, but I didn't connect with any guy.

The year was early, and the Christmas prom was coming up, so maybe I would meet my next Alex.

I enjoyed being a student assistant. Mr. Ames treated me well, although I caught him many times looking down my blouse or checking out my ass. The horny old buzzard.  

A couple of times, I wore a low-cut top with no bra to see if I could make him pant, and pant he did.

I don't think he got anything done in those days. He would think of a million different reasons for me to lean over or reach down for something.

I kept thinking how rotten I was to do that to him, but it was so much fun.

One day, while getting set up for his next class, Mr. Ames walked in and said, ”Whatcha cooking, good looking?”

That caught me off guard. I was used to the “Whatcha cooking,” but not the second part, “Good looking.”

I turned to him and said, “Nothing yet. Your class will do all the cooking unless you want to cook something.”

He replied, “Nah.”

For whatever reason, that day I felt like the prey and a wolf was hunting me. Every time I looked at Mr. Ames, he was checking me out. I thought for a moment I should just suck his cock and be done with it.

That was also the day a guy named Barry stopped me in the hallway and said, “Hi Penny. I am Barry. I am in Mr. Ames' cooking class, and I see you setting things up in there. I am a junior, and I wanted to ask if you would go to the prom with me. I know I am a junior, but I will be eighteen by the prom. So, will you please go with me?”

He was cute as hell, and I said, “Sure, Barry. I would love to.”

We exchanged phone numbers, and he almost danced away. He was so happy.

The next day, Barry called me and said, “Hey Penny, I know you said yes to going out to the prom with me. What I wanted to know was if I could take you out before the prom to get a pizza or something.”

I replied, “Sounds good, Barry. Where and when?”

He replied, “How about Mario’s Pizza, and I can pick you up about seven.”

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The date went great, and in some ways, he reminded me of Alex. He was so shy that when he dropped me off, he kissed my cheek. I pulled him closer and gave him a proper kiss goodnight. I don't think his feet hit the ground as he went back to his car.

After that night, I had a stirring in my stomach like I did with Alex. Was I falling in love again?

The night of the prom came, and Barry picked me up at home. He was the perfect gentleman. He had a corsage for me, and when it came time to go to his car, he opened the door for me.

The prom was fun, he and I danced to almost every song, except when we were getting refreshments.

This time, after our date on my front doorstep, he kissed me like he meant it. Our tongues danced, and I could feel his arousal through his pants. There was no way to invite him in, since my parents were home, but we had some hedges alongside our house.

I took his hand, and I led the way to the side of our house, where we began kissing again.

I took my hand and rubbed his cock through his pants.

He stopped kissing me and looked at me wide-eyed and smiled.

I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock, and he was way bigger than Alex. I began to lick his cock first. The head of his cock was throbbing.

Then I ran my tongue up and down his shaft.

I looked up and he was watching my every movement.

I took almost the entire length of his cock down my throat. Teasing the shaft with my tongue. I sucked on him as hard as I could with my head bobbing back and forth.

He began moaning and said, “This feels so good, Penny. Don't stop, I am going to come.”

He shot a load of cum down my throat. I stood up and kissed him with a little cum still on my lips.

He looked at me and said, “Penny, that was my first ever blowjob, and I hope you don't mind me saying this, but can we do that often?”

I smiled and said, “Sure, we can. How about you come over on Sunday, and I will cook your dinner, and we can pick it up from there. My parents are going out of town for a few days, starting Sunday morning.”

Barry said, “Deal. I will be here about four.”

I went to the grocery store and bought the ingredients to make beef Wellington. I wanted to impress him with my cooking skills.

I worked like crazy to make things as nice as I could.

I went to my room and did my makeup, then picked out one of my dresses that I liked.

About four, I heard the doorbell go ding dong. He was here. I answered the door, and Barry had dressed up like we were going to the prom again.

We sat down on my couch, and it was not five minutes later that we were kissing. He ran his hands through my hair as we kissed.

I soon smelled my dinner and pulled away from him and said, “I think dinner will be ready soon. Go ahead and have a seat in the dining room.”

I got to my dinner just in the nick of time before it burnt.  

I brought out the dinner, and Barry looked at it and asked, “What is that? It looks delicious.”

I replied, It's beef Wellington. Mr. Ames does not teach you how to cook this. I did this on my own.”

We enjoyed the dinner I made, and I watched Barry take his first bite and could tell right away he liked it.

After dinner, Barry said, “You sure went to a lot of trouble for me, and I wanted to thank you for it. Will you at least let me help you with the dishes?”

I handed him a bunch of plates and said, “Of course. Follow me to the kitchen.”

Barry rinsed the plates off and put them in the dishwasher as I prepared dessert. I pulled out my cheesecake that I made from scratch and cut it into slices. We ate it right there in the kitchen.

After dinner, we turned on some music and sat on my couch. It was not long before we began kissing.

I ran my hand on his pants; I could feel his cock grow.

Barry looked at me and said, “Are you going to give me another blowjob? I sure would love that if you would.”

I stood up and said, “Take your clothes off, Barry.”

I watched him strip, and as he pulled down his boxers, his boner popped out.

He then asked me, “Will you get naked?”  

Standing in front of him, I first took off my dress, then my bra, and handed it to him.

I went behind him and took off my panties and placed them on his shoulders, then said, Catch me if you can.” Then I dashed off to the kitchen.

He caught me in front of the stove and said, “Got you, and I love that you shaved your pussy. I think I will have that for an after-dinner snack.”

He fell to his knees and began licking my pussy.

This was my first time anyone had licked my pussy. The more he licked, the wetter I became.

I finally reached down, pulled him up, and said, “My turn.”

I dropped to my knees and began sucking on his cock. I looked up and could see his face as I blew him. I thought he might be getting close, and I wanted more than just a licking. I wanted to get fucked.

I got up, jumped onto the kitchen island, and said, “Fuck me, Barry.”

He walked over to me and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter and then slid his pulsating cock into me.

I yelled out, “That feels so fucking good. Don't stop until you shoot a load of cum into me.”

I lay back on the counter and could see his cock go in and out of me. Barry began going faster.

He looked at me and said, “Fuck Penny, this is my first time, and I am going to come.”

He shot his load into me and pulled back, and his cum dripped onto the counter, then the floor. He walked back to me and kissed me.

I looked at him and asked, “Was I really your first?”

He nodded his head, and we went back to kiss each other.

He stayed until about eleven because he did not want to get in trouble with his parents.

After he left, I had those feelings of love again. It was just like Alex but a lot better in some ways.

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We saw each other every day at school and stole as many moments together after school as we could.

Friday came, and I was excited about the weekend, and I was in Mr. Ames' class by myself, grading some papers as I usually did on Fridays.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ames walked in and said, “Whatcha cooking, good looking?”

I replied, “Not cooking today, just grading some of these papers for you.”

He turned and closed the door and locked it. I was feeling very uneasy as he looked me up and down.

I stood up and stepped over to the blackboard, and he came right over to me and put both hands on the side of my head and said, “Penny, you know you are one foxy babe. I can make your life after high school a lot better for you, or I can make the time left here in high school a living hell for you. Which will it be?”

I stuttered and asked, “What do you want, Mr. Ames?”

He put his face just inches from mine and said, “I want your body. Not right now, we can't do that here. My wife is going out of town this weekend, and I want you to come to my house. If you do what I ask, then I will get you into the finest culinary school in New York. So, what will it be, Penny?

I was scared to death and said,

To be continued.