Straight out of college with a masters degree in math I took a job as a ninth and tenth grade math teacher in a private girl's school. I was one four male teachers and the rest of the faculty and administration were women. The kids were smart not at all like my student teaching experience at a rural public school.

How I became the seductive interest of the middle school counselor I don't know, she was older, divorced, and bossy. I got invited to her home for dinner and upon entering the house I was confronted with a large very explicit painting of a woman's sex organs, at a level of detail I had never seen. Black and white with a hint of pink of the
clitoris and of the vagina. It took me back, I stood mesmerized and embarrassed as she made a flippant comment about that old thing.

In her guest bath a series of black and white nudes, on the side table a small picture of a naked girl. The dinner was good, she could cook, she asked lots of questions about liking risqué sex, if I had multiple women how would I decide which one went first and if I enjoyed watching women have sex. I was not used to talking about sex with a woman and I had never had a woman tell me she enjoyed anal sex. She asked me what gave me an immediate erection, if I had ever liked boys, at what age had I touched my first pussy. And she brought out an 8 X 10 black and white which she said was the picture that the painting on the living room wall was rendered from. She wanted me to tell her just how I would make love to her pussy.

Uncomfortable and embarrassed she continued, lifting her dress over her naked hips and sitting on the table as she asked me if I wanted desert, she had toppings in the fridge, to have my pussy with a topping, or to just eat it in the raw. I was up telling her I was leaving but she wasn't done with me. She let her dress fall to the floor offering herself to me, asking if she could call X, a language arts teacher, so that we could all get intimately acquainted.

I succumbed to her and miss X, watching them make out and offering me themselves demanding to be serviced. She made a casting of my erection and had a friend make a lifelike rubber penis that she carried in her purse. I worked there for two years, the school, the kids, the other faculty and staff were all great, but I was perpetually scared that she or miss X would talk and embroil me in a sex scandal. Miss X decided to leave with me and fly solo with me setting up a home at my new job with a life insurance company in the actuarial department. The experience has changed me, without question I am more worldly, we have a picture taken with a timer of the three of us, and she kept the rubber penis autographed by me. Miss X promises to keep our experience to herself but she wants her own rubber penis and teases me that she will have an artist paint a O'Keefe style rendition of her intimate flower for me to enjoy.

If I told my friends and neighbors in my hometown about this I would be labeled a liar or a braggart, at lest until I showed them some of the many pictures.