A Hidden Lesson - Sex Stories

A Hidden Lesson

... “I haven’t been to any parties, well not yet.” Mandy pulled a disappointed face. “You’re joking? You need to get out there, Simon. A good looking lad like you? You should be partying every night.” Suddenly Simon felt inadequate but he was secretly pleased that Mandy thought he was good looking. “You have that brooding look going on most definitely, in fact you remind me of how I imagine Heathcliffe to look in Wuthering Heights, all dark and brooding. Surely you have got a girlfriend?” Mandy raised her eyebrows at him and Simon felt himself blush with embarrassment. He could have lied and said that he had, but lying wasn’t in his nature. Finally he shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” Mandy exhaled loudly, “Jesus, but you must have had a girlfriend at some point?” She persisted. Once again Simon felt uncomfortable and slightly annoyed that Mandy was pressing the issue. “I’ve been busy studying; anyway there isn’t anyone I fancy, not my own age anyway.” “Ahh, into older women are you? That isn't unusual for someone your age. I always went for the older guys as well when I was eighteen. I wanted guys with experience if you know what I mean?’ Mandy smiled and gave Simon a knowing look. Simon gulped down the last of his chicken wrap nearly choking. “I guess I do like older women,” Simon managed to reply after clearing his throat. “So have you fucked anyone yet?” Mandy candidly asked. Despite himself Simon felt his eyes widen in surprise at her forthright question, the look on his ...

... faced cause Mandy to giggle. “Oh go on, you can tell your Auntie Mandy,” she teased, clearing the last of her salad and popping a cherry tomato in her mouth, the irony of which was not lost on Simon. Leaning back in her chair Mandy folded her arms across her ample breasts, pushing her cleavage up in the process. “I haven’t slept with anyone yet,” Simon finally admitted. “But there must be someone you wouldn’t mind fucking,” Mandy insisted. God, what was wrong with her? Why did she have to be so persistent? “I quite fancy my French teacher,” Simon conceded. “She’s fit but obviously out of my league.” “Not necessarily, I used to find that most of my teachers at college were perverts. Plus, its not like it's illegal. You’re eighteen, so you are at the age of consent, above actually in some countries at your age.” “I don’t think it’s as easy as that,” Simon couldn’t help but laugh, “teachers are bound by ethical agreements and allsorts, plus in case it’s escaped your notice, that kind of thing is frowned upon and definitely not the norm. Plus they could lose their job.” Mandy sniffed her disapproval and waved her hand in dismissal. “You need to stop being a defeatist, Simon. I still can’t believe you’re a virgin though, that’s such a crying shame, it really is.” It was suddenly evident that quite clearly Mandy had zero regard for rules and regulations. Standing up, she took both of their plates from the table. “I’ll get us a beer.” As she left the room, Simon shifted uncomfortably in ...