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A Hidden Lesson

Simon was despairing about when exactly he was going to lose his virginity. At eighteen years old, he was the only left in his social group at college who hadn’t lost their virginity. In fact, he had rarely experienced any sexual contact to speak of and he was getting pissed off listening to his friends stories about their carnal exploits. It wasn’t as if Simon wasn’t attractive. With deep frustration, he would look at himself in the mirror on a daily basis and wonder where he was going wrong. Simon was tall, approaching six foot two in height. He had a nice broad chest and shoulders and his physique was leaning more to that of an adult rather than a teenage boy. His shoulder length dark wavy hair framed his face and complimented his almond shaped brown eyes. He had been complimented once on his brooding appearance saying that he reminded them of Heathcliffe. Okay, that particular compliment had been delivered by his Aunt Mandy but she had slept with over a hundred and twenty eight people and she was only twenty eight years old. With that kind of fucking success ratio, surely she must know what’s she’s talking about? In fact, it was Mandy who had awakened Simon’s sexual thoughts. There had been a party held at home to celebrate his mother’s fortieth birthday. Mandy was his mother's younger sister and she point blank refused to let Simon call her Aunt Mandy. “God, just call me Mandy,” she’d exclaimed. “Aunt makes me sound positively prehistoric.” Simon’s mother, Alison, ...

... hadn’t really approved but when it came to the free spirited Mandy she’d known it would be pointless to argue. In terms of outlook and fashion sense Mandy and Simon’s mother couldn’t have been more different. His mother was quite happy to wear plain pants and a blouse, whereas Mandy liked to dress provocatively in short dresses and tight jeans with tops that showed off her ample cleavage. From an early age, Simon had been aware that his father, Kent, didn’t appear to have a problem with Mandy, quite the contrary. In fact the pair of them got on really well. Kent was forever teasing her, calling her Randy Mandy or tickling her waist when Simon's mum was out of the room. It was at his mother’s birthday party when Mandy had surpassed her self in Simon’s eyes and it was the first time Simon had really noticed Mandy’s figure. Mandy had also given him a hard on and although he had tried wanking his cock in the past, he had never been able to finish. Mandy unwittingly had played a vital part though in helping him reach that particular milestone in the privacy of his bedroom where he came for the very first time. Mandy had been twenty three at the time and had arrived at the party in a white ribbed vest and cut off denim shorts that had been obviously cut strategically with the scissors so that a glimpse of her pert buttocks was visible. She had also brought her latest boyfriend Clive who was only nineteen. He was a long, tall guy who had his shirt open. He had been covered in tattoos and ...