Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 20:23:34 -0400 From: Blonde Mountaineer Subject: Dreams Without Guilt or Shame - part 3 When they finally reached the teachers area, Peggy Sue was beaming. "You know nice looking people like you should not be allowed to wear clothes here. You are much too cute and nice to look at to ever be wearing anything at all. You remind me of my father. He looks better in just his underwear than wearing anything more than that." "Young lady, one day you will have the choice of joining a nudist colony. In the meantime, learn to live without that privilege." He had his key at the teachers men's room. Once unlocked, the door opened, and the light on, Peggy Sue made a beeline for the 2 urinals. Her teacher was checking the contents of the makeup kit at one of the sinks. She stood directly behind one. It seemed a little high up to her. She looked all around them and then started flushing them. When one would finish flushing, she would flush the other. "Would you leave those contraptions alone?" "Cut me some slack. I've only seen these things in pictures, TV, and the movies. When am I going to see another one in real life again?" "Just wait a minute, will you? As soon as we are finished with this, you will be able to see a naked man use one in real life, just like in the locker rooms. I'll need to go. Now would you pick up the blanket off the floor before one of us slips on it and kills oneself?" He had her wipe off what he thought was too much eye liner. He had been an assistant director at college theater. Fabienne and other heavies in his life had instructed him on their makeup secrets. In the mirror, he showed her how to apply the liner more subtly. He showed her how to use a very natural shade of eyeshadow lightly and use a shade that stood out more for parties. He recommended she use a brighter shade of lipstick, but not too bright and wet looking. When they were done, the teen with a blanket wrapped around her looked in the mirror. "Wow! If you were my boyfriend or husband, I would make it your job to put on my face." "Don't ever count on someone else to do something like that for you." When the naked teacher stepped up to one of the urinals, his pupil stood right by his side. Several inches shorter, she made sure she adjusted herself where she could peer into the gap of a few inches between him and the rim of the plumbing, so she could position some observation of her instructor clasping his dick with fingers of both his hands and the piss as it streamed from his pee hole into the bowl sagging below. He turned his face toward her and frowned. "You're even worse than Fabienne." She giggled in response, not moving her eyes however, determined to deprive him all privacy in a very personal function. She watched carefully the whole episode in male urination, including the last spurts of stream to assure an empty bladder, his shaking off any remaining drops of discharge as he flushed, his release of the organ as he pulled away. She used one of the stalls as he washed his hands. They were both hungry and ate the reheated food greedily. At her prompting, he spoke of his own dreams to her. He became wistful and almost enthusiastic as he contemplated a scenario of happiness of what could be. "I would want to be a big college nerd at a respected university, as much as I love my students here." "You are too sexy to be a nerd." "Thank you, but I am a devoted nerd at heart. It would mean being accepted as a Phd. candidate, so I could be awarded a teaching fellowship. I would drown myself in the vision of Gottfried Liebniz and Issac Newton. I would teach college level calculus and acquaint myself with all its latest applications. But I fear the loves of my life like a former fashion model turned marketing specialist and a PE instructor would never follow me and love the rhythms of music that rock my world. I would have to be the attentive master of their sex lives to hold their attention in that kind of rarified setting" "Why not just go there and find a beautiful woman or super smart gay man and listen to your math music with them? You could be the masters of each others sex lives." "That 's very thoughtful. He grasped at the arms and shoulders of the burping teen only wrapped in a blanket and nudged her into his lap. She nodded affirmatively when he asked her if the food was appetizing. "But I fear the prospects for your suggestion might be dim. I would not want to be alone living a life of such cerebral richness." He bent so that the side of his face was flush with the teen's and rocked her at the shoulders. "It is good to daydream constructively if we can develop a plan for our dreams to become at least a little fulfilled. It is not a bad idea to have at least a little Walter Mitty with us." "Walter who?" "Never mind. . . But what is this dream you have of watching others have sex, especially men having gay sex?" "Well you said I could watch you and Bruce fuck in your home room, didn't you?" "I will do my best to arrange an incident for that one time. But how do you think you will be able to watch any couples having sex on any regular basis?" He watched his naked student shift her eyes around as her mind reached to conjure a plausible explanation for an unlikely social circumstance. "Well if sexy people in love feel that they can trust me . . . " "Sweetie, even if you find people who are into exhibiting their sexual prowess to others, there are laws and rules about what can be revealed to 14 year old young women. With all the prejudices and possible scrutiny that younger gay men can incur, they will not assume the risks that I do, no matter how much they come to trust and love you, lovable as you are. I am afraid you will need to defer that dream." The naked teen bounded off the lap of her one night stand paramour. She sat down next to him not gently, but in a huff. Her brow was furrowed and eyes widened with a sensibility of genuine outrage with injustice. "My parents and people at this school tell me I am grown up enough to do all sorts of things that they think we should do. But whatever I want to do and some of my friends want to do, NO! They say we aren't old enough to do those things." Her sense of being wronged was so acute, that even tears started to well up in her eyes. The teacher tried to shift his speaking style to his soothing tone. "Peggy Sue, welcome to the world of double standards. But I have to admit, it is especially bad for people your age. Teachers who teach your grades are more sympathetic to the horseshit they shovel your way than you may think they are. But they are afraid that if they express any sympathy toward you, you will take advantage of them for it." "They're right! We will, . . . and we should." The teacher looked at his pupil directly in the eye and continued in his quieter tone. He gripped her by the shoulders but realized her ornery mood would not allow him to coax her back into his lap. "We all have to cope with indignities in life. We do that best with the love and support of family and friends, and if we are lucky, the sex we share with lovers. I want to tell you the rest of the story about what happened between the young guests of Bruce and myself. "Carlson and Chuckie came out of the bathroom after their showers still drying off with their towels. They were gracious with the compliments we gave them for their little showtime exhibition as they returned to the sofa and for a minute or so to organize the clothes they had so brazenly divested themselves from less than an hour earlier. But as we returned to conversation about the athletic programs at the school or some other boring trifle, they wrapped their nude selves into each other and wound themselves hugging and kissing into the most affectionate cuddle bunnies I have ever seen. "Now mind you, I had always thought I had been a regular honey pot of sweet good lovings to the women in my life from Fabienne on back. But this 30 something was put to shame by a couple of buck naked young dudes roughly 1/2 my age. I called Fabienne the next day to tell her about what had so impressed me that evening so as to get through the guilt of realizing I had not been loving enough for both of us. She reminded me that I should always remember that I can learn important lessons from almost anyone. Both Bruce and I were very affected by what we saw." "What were some of things they did?" "They would switch off having one clinging with his arms wrapped around the other in a tight hug, his head against the other's chest as if listening to his heart beat. The young one being clung to would caress his partner all about his head, face, neck, shoulders, and back ~ lots of warm pressed embraces, soft kisses, looks and coos of genuine endearments. Those kids can show each other real love. Sure, they got each other hard, but they would grip little strokes of lover's arousal for affectionate encouragements more than any sexual intention. It was the way they would move against each other. The toned bodies of young skin and muscle were like subjects for compelling photographic artistic studies of male nudes." All the talk of love and affection had softened the naked student's mood. She had climbed back on to her teacher's lap and prompted one of his hands to softly stroke her tits and tummy. "It sounds like that must have been something dreamy to watch." "Yes, Peggy Sue, this is the sort of love you should dream for yourself. We all need to work very hard to make those dreams happen for ourselves. This is the way these 2 cope in a world that can erupt into brutal hostilities. They carry what so many would regard as a terrible secret. They deflect the visions of horrible reprisals by nurturing each other with all this intense warmth and physical closeness. For the time being, they have succeeded to earn reputations of good citizenship from school administration, teachers, and their peers among the students." As a naked couple in a seeming mis-matched one night stand, the teen hugged hard into the warm torso of her somewhat older lover. He responded by rocking the young woman and kissing the top of her head with noisy sucking smooches, patting it with enough energy as if to try to pass the warmth of his hands into her cranium. "I would like you to love me that way." The teacher switched to his quieter tone again. "Peggy Sue, I am your algebra teacher. After tonight, outside of an agreement to exhibit myself to you on one occasion, I cannot be your lover or partner in sex and intimacy in any way. I am not going to bust through your cherry and take your virginity tonight. I will do the best I can to be a valued friend to you, but I need for you to be a friend to me by being a diligent student. I know you need so much more. I want you to pay attention so we can start to devise a plan where you can find that love and affection, and yes, later some pleasurable safe sex." "I won't be able to find anyone to love me that way." "Hey! Hey! I don't want to hear that from you. You have too much going for you to underestimate yourself. You are very bright, sensitive, kind, and I just showed you how attractive you can make yourself. Now you are going to need to be a good judge of character. You should find a mature boy who is comfortable with his own needs for heavy duty loving. You will both be very turned on by each other but don't pressure each other into situations that could create disappointment. Be relaxed and interested in good humor about how you acheive orgasms." "What do you mean by that?" "Take it in stride when you relate to each other about your masturbation experiences. You don't necessecarily have to be there. If you provide him a relaxed and safe place to open up, believe me, telling you how and when he beats off will be one of his favorite things to talk to you about." The teen's face lit up. "That's right. Be interested. If you show him that is something you enjoy about him and are demonstrative in your affections, he will come back doing what he can to smother you with love. Show him how, but make sure that doesn't make him feel entitled about how you 'put out' Make sure he knows you are in charge, there. . . . Now you are not going to be able relate to any boy like this right away. What is your relationship with your parents like?" "My mother is someone who thinks I should do things she asks me and I obey her rules. Dad I think wants me to be happy, but he wishes I was still a little girl." "You are always going to have some little girl in you. You said something about his hanging out in his underwear. If he is relaxing in the house that way, don't be afraid to climb up in his lap then and be insistent that you need his affection." At first the teen giggled, but then she looked up at her teacher with the most serious expression of the evening. "If we were not sitting here naked tonight, I would not tell you this. My Dad jerks off in the shower and he is noisy about it. Mom admitted to me that he does not get enough sex from her. If I sit on his lap, I think I might cause him to grow a boner." "Peggy Sue, I do not mean to be rude, but even if your parents are fucking like rabbits, your Dad would be just as inclined or not to spring a boner. Boners are more an involuntary neurological thing than anything else. It may never happen, but if it does, show him you understand by not saying anything but just hug him. You are glad that your Dad is a healthy man and show him that makes you happy. With smiles and kisses let him know that he has nothing to be embarrassed about with you. He will get that your love for him is unconditional. I think you have the potential for a lasting bond of intimacy that could do you both good." "Ewwww, my parents fucking like rabbits. I so don't need that picture. But at the same time, if it really happened, I think I would sleep feeling happier and safer in my bed at night." "That is your need for the bonds of love among the people you love to be strong and projected to you. If your mother sees the bond that is growing between you and your dad, she may be attracted to the affection she sees and becomes more loving toward you too. You might be surprised at how your relationship with her turns around. These are your parents Peggy Sue. As you are getting older, their expectations for your assumption of more responsibility increases. But you still need them. That doesn't change. They are making more demands on you as you get older. Make demands on them in their parental roles to shower you with love. If they are making claims that they are approachable about all your issues, then hold them to them. If your initiatives in insisting on closer bonds in your family work out, than those successes can be very empowering to you. You will find that you are building new abilities to translate your dreams into workable realities. Your parents will know that you were the source of an overall improvement in your home and they will be very proud of you." "But I want sex. I don't want to just love the man I have sex with. But I want to love people who make each other happy for the good sex they enjoy." "Of course you do. And you want to cultivate friendships with broad minded people who, like you, celebrate the passionate fun side of human experience. If you can start to build close relationships with your parents, don't be afraid to tell them about your sexual urge and how it affects your opinion of people. Ask them about their feelings when they were your age." "Early this morning Dad saw me naked for the first time in I don't know how long. He calls me beautiful and gorgeous." "Smart man! He loves you so much and you should tap into it. Those kinds of personal issues about privacy within families are very different in homes. I suppose in your house, it would not be very appropriate if you encountered your father nude, huh?" The teen responded with a sideways curled mouth incredulous look. "With my Mom, are you kidding? Do you think I should be able to?" "I would not press the issue. If the 3 of you become relaxed and very supportive, barriers like that might melt away, but don't count on it. I come from a prudish home, but when Fabienne still goes to visit her parents, she can talk to either one of them in their bedroom as they are taking off their clothes to take a shower or bath. All the wide open policy nearly came to an end when she was just a couple of years older than you are. Her 2 older brothers broke a lamp in their dining room when they were both chasing each other naked as jay birds in a towel snapping fight. She stepped right up to her father and took full responsibility. She told him she had taunted them and egged them on. They were grounded for weeks, but she could not stand the idea of them not being able to look at each other in just their undies or stripped down nekkid. Now the 3 of them plus their 2 wives are thick as thieves." The teen sighed. "I know kid. You want that kind of intimacy for yourself. You need to dream on it. Start reaching out to your parents for affection, especially your father. Start flirting with boys you are attracted to who you think might treat you well." He grabbed hold of the makeup kit again. "Come back to our teachers' guy room with me before we get ready to go back and get dressed." He led her into a stall and gently led her to seat herself on the toilet seat. "Now my little goddess, it is not just your sweet pair that will appeal to boys." She thrust herself to the front of the seat with her legs wide open. "They will want to get at my pussy. Do you think I should get waxed?" "That 's up to you my little goddess friend. But I will just tell you from what I can see, you look awful sweet just the way you are." She slid further back on the toilet seat. "When my dad saw me this morning, I was sitting on the pot in our bathroom just the way I am sitting now. I started to pee and I guess he was just being polite or something, because he closed the bathroom door. I wished he had watched me the whole time even after I stopped." The naked teen started to pee now. "Please watch me do this. It makes me feel sexy." The naked man stood above her and watched intently. She in turn enjoyed watching her partner's length of appealing handsome man organ twitch involuntarily in response to a spectacle with erotic overtones. When through, she reached for a swatch of toilet paper, but he moved her hand aside and pulled segments of the roll off himself. He crouched down and took the bunched segments of the soft roll clutched in his fingers and instead of wiping along her nether lips about the opening of her tiny pee hole, he patted the soft paper about to gently absorb any excess liquid. He dropped the damp bunch into the bowl, reached to flush, and moved his head into the zone of recent urination. "Oh yes, kiss and lick me down there. Show me how much you enjoyed watching me pee." The acoustics in the room full of plumbing promoted audible smacks by the older man's oral attentions to the teen's nascent sex. He lifted himself to briefly step to a sink to wash his hands. "No doubt you will make some young man very happy watching you pee before long." "Do you know what? There are other people who could make me feel sexy and I might make happy too. Do you know Gigi Gardin?" "Yeah, she was a pretty good student of mine. She is in the 12th grade now, isn't she?" "Yes. She is a sort of intern for the girls gym teachers in the fall so she is often in the locker room when when the younger jr. varsity girls come in after practice. Even many of the boys know she has the hairiest bush of any of the girls in school." "No shit!?!" The older naked man stepped back to the stall with his seated student with a look of keen interest on his face. "She's grown out a real fluffed mat of beaver pelt, huh?" "l'll say! I don't think she has ever trimmed down there. I think she is always keeping an eye out for the girls who can't help themselves but get a good look. She comes up to me naked all the time real friendly. She asks me about our practice and the schedule of games. Sometimes she has recently showered and she is a little crouched so her towel can wipe between her legs and I can really look to see how her pussy lips move and and the long dark hairs shuffle around." "You verbally paint an enchanting picture, Peggy Sue." "What is even better, a couple of times she has asked me to walk to the shower room with her. She asks me questions from under the shower head next to mine and I can see her lather up all that awesome pussy in a scrubbed down shampoo. Then I get to watch as she slowly moves to rinse off just a little bit at a time." "Unless she is a total tease, maybe this is someone you could enjoy some close intimacy with, my little goddess ~ have an older girl mentor you." "I don't have a cellphone to text her with. But I was thinking maybe I could drop little love notes into her locker. I would just about kill to watch her pee. Then I would feel super sexy to have her watch me. I would love to stick my face into all that soft fur and just sniff real deep." "Now be careful. Don't be so forward. She is there with you younger girls because she wants to show off her developed woman stuff and see who among you is admiring. But she could be just a tease and a bitch. If she is actually propositioned, you could be the butt of fun for her and other girls. Instead, flirt with her in the locker room and other places at school. If she flirts back and ultimately makes a pass at you, great. Soon you could be getting high by sniffing her to your heart's content. If she gets testy or starts to tease you in an unfriendly way, its over. Ignore her." "I thought this might mean I am a lesbian. But you taught me that even if Gigi and I were having sex, I could still look for boys who have a nice big cock." The naked teacher suddenly realized he was without a prop he wanted to use with his student. He went back to the sink and retrieved the makeup kit. "Now young lady, let 's get a close look at what some young man or maybe even Gigi will enjoy one day." He was glad the mirror that accompanied the kit was slightly magnified. "Good! keep the legs wide open so that your sweet lips down there part and you don't need to use your fingers much to show off your cute little vagina. . . You have a nice little opening at your maidenhead." "My doctor showed me how I could do stretching exercises so that it would be open enough to be able to use the 'pearls' during my periods." The teen suddenly realized her naked teacher may not be familiar with the finer points of a younger girl's menstruation. "That is a type of tampon for girls like me who haven't had periods for many years. . . I was thinking maybe if I continued to stretch my hymen, it would hardly be there anymore and a nice man like you could fuck me with his big cock without making me bleed. But sometimes I think the drama would be more exciting. I would like to get a boy so horny, his big cock would come crashing through and make me bleed and be sore." "Peggy Sue that is going to depend in part on the boy you select. There is no reason you should not dream different dreams about how you lose it. But that is the point. Once you lose it, you won't get it back. Maybe you ought to enjoy it while you have it. You ought to use a compact mirror all the time and use your fingers to explore all the beautiful woman parts down there. How does it feel to you when you touch and finger your hymen? When you are intimate with that special young man, make sure he has a pen light so that he can explore all that breathtaking and beautiful detail for himself. What will it feel like when he touches your hymen? Maybe you could teach him to do those stretching exercises for you. He would apply just enough pressure where it felt good, but not too much to really hurt you." "That sounds just dreamy, but I want to be able to get a cock or fingers up there so I can feel them moving inside of me. That is the dreamiest of all." She pulled his head back toward her so she could kiss his small bald spot. "You touch my hymen and stretch me there. . . Touch me all over down there." The teacher poked at the maidenhead membrane to see how much of the tip of his forefinger he could slip through it. She grasped the back of his head so that he could start to lick and suck about her in completely relaxed familiarity. All the heated tingles reawakened and she delighted to all the twinges of thick pleasure that were like shots of delicious heat to as far as her scalp and toes. He quickly had to adjust his crouching stance because she directed a free hand evidently to pleasure his own bursting extension of male ardor. He stroked briskly without inhibition or strategic consideration for a measured physiological experience. Suction, moving lips, and sweeps of tongue against a swollen young clitoris brought her to the edge of a fevered loss of control. It was the ripe odor of fresh streaks of mannish sauce that careened her over into those spells of quivering heat that bathed her in a cool fire of feminine bliss that adsorbed every pore of nude super sensitive skin. When she was restored to a conventional sensibility, she slid herself off the toilet seat and on to the warmth of her much older naked lover lying on the men's room floor. "Peggy Sue, it is nearly 8:00. We have to gather up our effects and depart in a way that no one would ever know we were here. Having flushed again and carefully washed away any traces of male emission, the teen flushed one of the urinals one last time. As they turned out the light and he locked the door of the small restroom, she waved her final goodbyes to the 2 plumbing fixtures designed to flush away wastes of just the male of our species. "Bye! bye!" ***************************** With the bag of empty oriental food containers and associated utensils, make up kit, towels, keys, and the teen wrapped in the same blanket again, they made their way 1/2 way across the building complex back to the nurses station. First they dressed. As the teen bent over above the waist so that her tits could fall into place comfortably into the cups of supporting fabric aided by her teacher, he suffered a moment of loss for all the special instances of intimacy he had shared with Fabienne and earlier loves. Her bra once again snapped into place, he kissed her shoulders and gave her one last long hug. The makeup kit back in its place, the little bed remade, all evidence of lovemaking to be absconded by the odd couple, back in their clothes, it was as if they had never thrown themselves into a brief torrid affair. On the way to the student's locker, "Peggy Sue, I am going to give you a pass on tonight's assignment. Work on the studies of your other classes. But I would like you to come to my workshop this Saturday afternoon." It was raining as the teacher drove the teen the few blocks back to her home. The heat wave was breaking. "Bruce." "You have your own computer and your own passwords, right? I will send you an email about when I think I can arrange for that event. Afterword, I will tell him about how you watched us. When I tell him what a sweet, discrete, and funny fetish girl you are, he will be excited about what happened. But remember my friend, dream about that and all the more important things in your life. Most important of all, dream without guilt or shame. Then you will dream sweet dreams." That night she dreamed she had won a prize at school and could be awarded anything she wanted. To honor her award, Gigi Gardin and other girls kidnapped struggling 'Skip' Rodmann. They overwhelmed him and he could not keep them from stripping him naked. They tied him to a somewhat larger bed in the nurses station. The bed had posts so that they could easily tie him spread eagled with tight knots using silk scarves, one each at both of his wrists and ankles. The dreamer made sure the naked man in constraints watched carefully as she stripped all her own clothes off. As she fondled the dick, nuts, and associated weed of the man tied down to the bed to make certain he was in full arousal, Gigi Gardin was to one side urging her on. When she looked back down at the defenseless naked man bound and helpless, he suddenly assumed the face of her father. "He should be made to follow through. He must abide by his promises." Gigi was adament sitting in a nurse's chair. When next the dreamer looked on her captive, he had the face of Bruce Sideways. "You want fingers and hard throbbing cocks up there. Now is your chance to lose it." Peggy Sue grabbed the hot pulsing cock and straddled herself over the midsection of the bound spread eagled prisoner such that his firm but pliant cockhead was pressed up against the stretching membrane of maidenhead that obstructed entry to a yearning, but as yet to be experienced tight little love hole. He would struggle to break the posture. But she would always be able to follow and restore the flush position of exercised body parts. She looked directly into the eyes of 'Skip' Rodmann below her, shaking his head back and forth in serious negation. "Oh yes you must. You must break through and take it." ********************** All I Have To Do Is Dream Roy Orbison / Everly Brothers ______ When I want you in my arms When I want you and all your charms Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream Dream, dream, dream When I feel blue in the night And I want you to hold me tight Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine Anytime night or day Only trouble is, gee whiz I'm dreamin' my life away I need you so that I could die I love you so and that is why Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream I need you so that I could die I love you so and that is why Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream Dream, dream, dream Dream But what is the outcome of all this? Does the teacher keep his promise to his student that she will be voyeur to him and his gay lover fucking? If so, are there other interesting developments from that event? Is this truly the end of physical intimacy between teacher and student at Saturday afternoon sessions or otherwise? Does she successfully develop an affectionate relationship between her and her father? If so, how far does it go and what is he wearing if not just his underwear? Does she find a boyfriend with whom she enjoys any kind of sexual activity? Does he rupture her hymen? Is she able to find couples, especially young gay men who will exhibit acts of sexual intimacy to her? Does she flirt with Gigi Gardin and does this lead to a lesbian relationship with her? Is she able to enjoy special gratifications from her peeing fetish? The answer to these and other questions are in the dreams of my readers. OR, perhaps my readers would like a second chapter that reveals answers to some of the questions. Email me. Sweet dreams, all.