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I had girl problems, and I wasn’t sure where to turn. It wasn’t the kind of thing I could talk to my father about.

I’m Adam Moore, and I’m nineteen. I suppose at my age, I wasn’t the first guy to have girl problems.

Two weeks later, I stopped into my old grade school looking for Mrs. Esther Rikman, my old sixth grade teacher. She was a widow, and although now closing in on sixty, I thought she was attractive; attractive a decade ago when she was my teacher.

Not just that, but she was always helpful, I thought of her as a mother figure. A substitute for my own mother, who died when I was a child. I’d confided in her with the many problems boys have as they go through pubery.

“Miss Rikman, I’m having girlfriend problems, and thought you might be able to help.” She had three boys who were in their thirties. Mrs. Rikman must know something about what we go through.

“I’m guessing they’re falling all over you. Adam, you’ve grown into a handsome young man.”

I blushed, “thank you, ma’am, but that’s not it.”

“What is it? Now Adam, you know you can talk to me about anything. Is it sex?”

I got redder. “Ummmm. . .”

“Oh, Adam, don’t be embarrassed. It happens to all men once in a while. When I was first married, it was over before it started, and sometimes, even with my encouragement, if you know what I mean, Mr. Rikman couldn’t, well you know. We got through it and we had a very happy marriage. So, what is it?”

“Ummm, some girls want me to do stuff. I’ve tried it, I don’t like it and even when I do, I’m sure I’m not very good at it.”

“Adam, I think I know what you’re talking about. I must tell you, it’s an acquired taste. My husband didn’t like it either when we were first married. It took some time, but after months and months of trying, he learned to like it. It helped that I rewarded him for his efforts,” Mrs. Rikman smiled.

“Thanks, Mrs. Rikman that makes me feel better. I’ll try to have a more positive attitude the next time I have a date, whenever that might be.”

“Adam, let me suggest something. Before, you try it with a girl your own age, would you like to practice? Remember, I have years of experience, although it’s been a while since Mr. Rikman passed away.”

“Umm geez, Mrs. Rikman, you’d do that for me? You shouldn’t have to do anything like that.”

She took my hand. “Adam, at my age, do you have any idea how that will make me feel, even though we’re doing it for instructional purposes only,” she smiled.

Mrs. Rikman was a tall, thin woman, who in class wore dresses which came to mid-calf, which must have been fashionable at one time. The way those dresses were tailored, you couldn’t tell if she had boobs or an ass. In school, she always wore heels, and not much make-up.

“Come to my house on Friday and we’ll start. Adam, I don’t think you’re a virgin, are you?”

“No, ma’am.” I blushed.

‘That’s right, you were dating Cindy Milson in high school. She had a reputation as a little slut. At least I have something to work with.”

I was still seeing Cindy and Mrs. Rikman wasn’t wrong about Cindy. On our first date, she let me feel her titties, and then instead of a good night kiss, she jerked me off; that was a first for me. “Adam, I know that you’ll ask me out again if I do this. You certainly get hard.” I didn’t think it lasted very long.

Of course, I asked her out again, and a month later, I lost my virginity. Two months later, she wanted me to do other stuff and that’s when we had our first fight.

I’ve been a little circumspect about the other stuff. Cindy wanted me to eat her pussy. I thought it was disgusting. My older sister wasn’t too careful about disposing of her used, bloody pads. She’d leave them lying around the bathroom. And Cindy wanted me to put my tongue in there?

Friday afternoon I arrived at Mrs. Rikman’s.

TO BE CONTINUED

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