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My Best studies ever

... seemed to be among the last things on her mind. Now I have to admit, there are certain looks men receive from women that seen to trigger responses in the DNA we have (the guys that is). Many a time my mother would give me or my dad, or both of us, the ‘your in the dog house’ look when we may have messed up. Right now the look she continued to give me as she shut her cell phone filled me with a mixture of dread, doom, despair, guilt, and amazingly a eager anticipation. In short, just the kind of feeling any lady can generate in a man instantly. Now I have to admit, tuna fish sandwiches and soda are not the most ‘magical’ of meals for our studies, yet if that is what we were going to do, then dinner would have to suffice. Besides, as lousy a cook I am anything beyond tuna or microwave dinners is beyond anything than a major miracle. I finally got the nerve up to look at her and ask “what part of health class do you need help with? I mean, you have the class down pat, and I’m just squeaking by. If anything you should be the one to help me with it.” Seeing her on the other side of the kitchen table where we were studying at kind of made my heart begin to race and my mind to shut down; one hand propped up under her chin, the other moved to begin stroking and playing about in my hair. “Okay,” her voice turned silky and filled with a hidden meaning I obviously failed to get, “we can do that then, the part we do need to work on though…” her fingers moved to caress my ear, then my ...

... brows one at a time before moving down to the end of my nose. She leaned over the table to bring her face closer to mine, and for the first time I began to smell the perfume she wore, a heady combination that made my heart race faster and my blood to begin to catch on fire. The rest of my brain just issues one massive gulp after another as her lips ever so softly pressed onto mine. That sent me into a soaring fire up into the heavens, bells ringing and intense wonderment sweeping over my body. “…what we need to…” another kiss came, just a bit more intense, and I could feel her warm breath upon my skin; right now I felt like bolting as a rabbit does before a pack of wolves. “….work on…” the third kiss came and went; her eyes just sparkled in a special way, the light catching a look of pure wildness within their depths. “…is our sexual studies, we need to get them well mastered for our exams coming up.” My brain just screamed that this has to be a dream or some kind of bazaar joke before I would wind up being executed by my or her parents. I just pictured my father in a judge’s robe, gavel coming down ‘now you shall be shot dead for daring to kiss a girl…’ This just had to be a joke. “Please don’t tease me, this is a joke right? I mean it has to be a joke?” “No, this is certainly not a joke; we need to get our skills perfected.” She came around the table, pulling me out of my chair to stand before her. I just felt like a slab of meat being examined by a butcher who was selecting ...