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    A Love Story by Day Dreamer

    World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like
many other veterans, had recently returned home. Even
though he was technically a veteran, he didn't really feel
like one. He had joined the Army in his senior year of high
school and only spent a little more than two years in
service, none of which involved combat. Nonetheless, there
he was, with mustering-out pay in his pocket and no goals
in life. He figured the best thing to do before deciding
about the rest of his life was to finish high school. He
checked with his old high school principal and was told
that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the
principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just
one semester. That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled
for the upcoming spring semester of high school.

    Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old
maid teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull,
dull, dull. To compound the problem, even though Joey was
only about three years older than the other seniors, he
felt like an old man among kids. He couldn't even get
interested in any of the girls; they all acted like
giggling little kids. The only thing that made school
bearable for Joey was his English class and its
teacher--Birdie Harman.

    Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to
address her, was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's
college. Joey's class was her first teaching assignment,
and even though she seemed a little nervous at teaching
students only a little younger than herself, she knew all
the latest techniques and was able to make English
interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie
Harman than he was in English.

    Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one
and, just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so
round, so firm, so fully packed. She couldn't have weighed
over 105 pounds, and every one of them was in the right
place. Her breasts were just right--firm little half-melon
handfuls that bounced a little as she walked about the room
but didn't sag one inch. Further down, her ass was sheer
perfection. When she turned around to write on the
blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and
made little twisting motions as she moved her hands across
the board. That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and
then into calves that had just enough muscle showing to
send Joey into daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly
as they would make love. Joey chose a seat on the first row
of the classroom right in front of her desk so that he
could get as good a view as possible.

    Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked
and sat that she was in touch with her body. She always
seemed to be a little tense, to be holding herself in tight
rein, and Joey sensed a suppressed sensuality that seemed
to ooze from her every pore. Even though the book, "The
Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written yet, that was exactly
how Joey thought of her. Often as she stood before the
class talking, one of her hands would stroke down her side,
caressing her hip. Sometimes she would even move a hand
behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks. Joey longed for
it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly
tracing the contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.

    Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he
kept at least a semi-erection, and sometimes a full
hard-on, all the way through class. Joey worried that she
would notice since he sat on the first row, but she never
seemed to show a reaction. An incident occured one day,
though, that did produce a reaction. That was the day
Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in front of him
and crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse of thigh all
the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties
hitting him right between the eyes. They hit him right
between the legs, too. His penis grew instantly erect,
running seven inches down the inside of his leg and
swelling out his tightfitting Chinos. Birdie saw it, too,
because her face flushed a little and she stumbled in what
she was saying to the class. Luckily, the bell rang then,
and they were both spared any more of the moment's

    Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended
at her neck. Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit,
her face wasn't anywhere near a close match. She wasn't
really ugly, mind you--not that traditional
clock-stopper--it was just that her features were put
together wrong. Each one would have been okay by itself,
but taken together, the result was not very successful. Her
face just wasn't in harmony with the rest of her.

    Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had
fallen in love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so
enamored of it that he was willing to take the face along
with it. He often sat in class, watching that body in
motion, and daydreamed of their being in bed, wrapped in
each other's arms, body to body, merged together in
passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused by those
daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg
from pre-cum oozing out. Joey sometimes worried that she
would notice, but he was often so caught up in his
daydreams that he was past caring. His English lessons may
have suffered, but his daydream love-life prospered

    Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on
Friday and Saturday nights he would park down the street
from her place to see if she were having dates. Not once
did he see her with a date. She didn't even seem to have
any girl friends, and the few times she went to a movie,
she went alone. Joey believed she must be lonely and began
to feel sorry for her. There she was with that gorgeous
body that needed stroking, a friendly person with a good
personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys away.

    One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he
could see the light shining out of an open window. He had
never been a window peeper before, but the open window
offered an opportunity for voyeurism that he couldn't
resist. Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, the open
window drew him. He slipped out of the car, crept into the
dark space between houses, and stooped under her window.
Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look. There
stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently
getting ready for bed. Even though the beauty of her body
was evident under the robe, what really got Joey's
attention was what she had in her hand: a piece of carved
wood about eight inches long and shaped like a man's hard
penis. He saw Birdie run her hand up and down its length,
caressing it. Then she put the end of it in her mouth, the
end shaped like the bulging head of a penis, and sucked on
it like a popsicle. Joey was electrified with eroticism and
his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood Birdie held in
her hand. My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going to fuck
herself with that imitation prick. He could hardly wait to
see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie
stripping off her robe and gown and with legs spread wide
apart, cramming that wooden dick into her pussy. He was in
for a disappointment, though, because Birdie turned out the
lights and came over to the window and drew the curtains.
All Joey could do was listen, as soft moans came drifting
out the window.

    The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making
him shake with desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned
his trousers and managed to work his rigid penis out of its
confinement. Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined
that it was what was causing Birdie to sigh and moan. As
Birdie's moaning increased in intensity, Joey's pleasure
mounted. He blasted a splotch of come over the side of
Birdie's house just as she gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss,

    The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey.
He sat there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made
the night before played over and over again in his mind.
Her appearance gave no hint of the passion that rocked her
the previous night-she was once again the proper school
teacher. Joey knew, though, that there was a smouldering
fire under that facade of school teacher propriety. He
ached to merge that fire with his flaming desires, to build
such a heated conflagration of love that they both could
burn away their passions. At that point Joey had only one
goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock
with his real live one.

    Joey waiting around after class until all the other
students had left and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss
Harman," he said, "I'm having a real problem with
conjugations. I just can't seem to get the hang of 'to be'
and 'to lie.' Do you think you might be able to help me
with those?"

    "Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why
don't you come by here after school and we'll spend a
little time on them."

    "Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to
right after school. I get off about six, though. Do you
think we might be able to do it some evening?"

    "Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed
after about five o'clock."

    "I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey
said with a straight face. The conversation was leading to
just where he wanted it to go, and he didn't want to
jeopardize what gains he had already made by any show of

    "I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight
frown. "There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women
teachers aren't supposed to have male students alone in
their homes."

    "Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked. "You and I
are about the same age, and if anyone saw me they would
probably think I was just your date coming to see you. Tell
you what, why don't I just be your date? That way you won't
even have to worry about that rule."

    Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft
conspiratorial laugh said, "Okay, you can be date."

    "Great!" he said. "I'll come by around eight tonight if
that's okay."

    "Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time,"
Birdie said, with a smile that made her whole face glow.

    Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know
that he had been spying on her. She wrote it out on a slip
of paper for him and he left the room, his heart almost
skipping beats at the thought of being able to be alone
with Birdie.

                          * * * * *

    Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked
on her door. It opened immediately upon the first knock.
Birdie had on a dress Joey had not seen before. It was
amber colored and shiny like satin. Far more sexy than
anything she had ever worn to class, it clung to and
revealed every inch of her body.

    "Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said. "You're right on

    "Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my
friends do?" he asked.

    "Okay, 'Joey' it is. And since we're about the same
age, if you want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class,
that'll suit me too," she said. "Why don't you make
yourself comfortable in that chair while I go get my
conjugation drill papers."

    In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa
facing Joey. She went over conjugation rules and they
drilled on them for several minutes. Joey pretended to
stumble and be confused about them in order to keep up the
pretense of his visit, but soon showed improvement. "That
wasn't as hard as I imagined it to be," he said. "You make
it so simple the way you just explained that I believe I've
finally caught on to it. Thanks so much for the special
lesson. It's really going to help me."

    "I'm always willing to help a student who really wants
to learn," Birdie replied, with a little smile.

    Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit
accomplished, an awkward silence fell upon them. Joey broke
the silence by saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea
of this being a date," He looked Birdie directly in the
eyes as he said this, a gentle smile on his lips.

    Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down,
breaking their eye contact. "Yes, me too," she said. "I've
never had a date before, and I kind of pretended to myself
that this was a real date, not just a tutoring session."

    "You're serious? You really never have had a date
before? What about your senior prom?" Joey asked

    "My senior prom? My father paid one of my cousins from
a nearby town to take me to the senior prom. He spent most
of the night dancing with all the pretty girls and left me
sitting by a wall," Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness
in her voice.

    "But, why? I don't understand," Joey said.

    Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that
was hanging on her wall. "Joey, you've got eyes. This
mirror doesn't lie. A belle of the ball I ain't."

    Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in
the mirror. "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around,
but you're sure not ugly, either. Besides, you've got a
great personality and one of the most beautiful bodies I
ever seen on a woman," he said, placing his hands on her

    "I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a
sad little smile.

    "Well, I notice," Joey said, turning her around to face

    She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so
needing. "If you've never had a date, then that means
you've never been kissed, doesn't it?"

    "No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little

    "Then it's time you learned. For a change, the student
will have a chance to teach the teacher."

    "Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"

    "I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.

    "Then, yes. Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."

    Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips
to hers. Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just
a little. She closed her eyes just as their lips touched,
but the tremble continued. Joey wrapped one arm around her
shoulders and the other around her waist and pulled her
body against his own. The soft mounds of her breasts
pressed against his chest and he could feel the rapid beat
of her heart through the contact. Her lips were soft and
the kiss was long and tender. She drew back and with her
eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh. "Ummmmmnn,
yesss. I think I like kissing," she murmured.

    Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her
body back against his. This time she reciprocated, one arm
going around Joey's neck and the other across his back.
Joey spread his lips slightly and extended his tongue,
using it to rub lightly across Birdie's lips and then
inbetween them. She opened her lips a little, allowing the
tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. In an almost cautious
manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue against
his. The effect was electrifying. Birdie took a deep breath
and tightened her arms around Joey even more. He spread his
lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth,
brushing against hers and wetly caressing it. She responded
by returning the action. Soon their bodies were tightly
pressed against each other, their mouths fully opened,
tongues swirling and making love to each other.

    Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual
stimulus and his cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out
the front of his trousers. Joey wanted her to feel what she
was doing to him and pushed his hips against hers, his
rock-hard organ pressing against her just above the
juncture of legs and torso. She responded by pressing back,
letting Joey know without words that she knew what had
happened to him and approved.

    Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly
stroked her magnificent ass. Now it was his hand caressing
her buttocks, not her own. The daydreams that filled Joey's
mind when he was in her class were becoming reality. He
kneaded the firm globes of her buttocks and ran his fingers
into the crease that separated them. Only the barrier of
her dress prevented his hand from further exploration of
her nether region. Birdie made soft moaning growly sounds
as Joey made love with his hand to the quivering melons of
her ass.

    Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding
one in each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his
bulging front. Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing
cock as it pounded in desire for the body pressed against
it. Birdie made little circling motions with her hips and
ground herself against Joey's outward jutting manhood. He
moaned involuntarily, his pleasure center stimulated by the
motions of her sex moving against his. She finally broke
their lips apart and holding her cheek against his,
murmured, "Oh, God, Joey! All the things I've been missing."

    "You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered
softly into her ear.

    "I don't know anything, Joey. I've only read about
love, I've never experienced it. You're going to have teach
me. I want to know it ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING.
Joey, will you teach me about loving?"

    Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her
again. He dropped one arm behind her knees and without
breaking the kiss lifted her up into his arms. Briefly, he
broke the kiss and whispered, "Where's your bedroom?" She
pointed to an open doorway and Joey carried her through it,
their lips once again joining. The only sound was that of
Birdie's shoes falling to the floor as she kicked them off.


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