Student and Teacher Ch. 07

Brad began showing up about twice a week to Iris's house. Pretty soon he was being invited to dinner on those nights, spending the rest of the evening studying or watching movies and then taking his place in Iris's bed while Damon retired discreetly to another bedroom. The idea of actually spending a night with a woman he had just been intimate with had been an unattainable fantasy of his for years, and he couldn't quite believe that it had so suddenly and effortlessly become a reality. His own devotion to Iris quickly came close to matching Damon's, and he had no hesitation in proclaiming his love for the older woman. Iris accepted his words sympathetically without immediately returning them, feeling that Brad wasn't truly in control of his feelings and was probably under the influence of his new circumstances. It's just the sex talking.

But the inevitable soon occurred. Before Thanksgiving, Brad had moved out of his own rooming house and into Iris's place.

Iris went to extra lengths to make a fancy Thanksgiving meal for her two young men, since this was the first time she had ever made a meal like this for anyone: up to now, she had always trudged on over to her sister's house, alone and often isolated among the several couples who also congregated there. Her sister, Beulah, didn't immediately question Iris's claim that she was just making the dinner "for some students of mine," although she did wonder why Iris was going to so much effort for mere undergraduates.

The strange thing?or perhaps it wasn't so strange after all?was that Iris found herself confiding certain intimate details to Brad more readily than she did to Damon. Perhaps she felt that Brad, given his own relative inexperience with the opposite sex, could empathize with her on that very point. Brad had unwittingly raised the subject when, after another vigorous session that resulted in four orgasms for him and a few more than that for her, he said breathlessly:

"Gee, Iris, you just seem to know everything there is to know about . . . guys."

Iris, out of breath herself, said, "I hardly think so."

"A smart, beautiful girl?I mean, woman?like you? You must have had tons of men."

Iris raised her eyebrows at that. "Are you suggesting that I've?" That I've slept around?

Brad immediately grasped the horrible implications of his words. "Oh, God! I didn't mean that! It's just that . . . you seem pretty experienced."

She laughed bitterly. "You'd be wrong about that." After a pause: "Your friend Damon taught me a lot of things before you showed up here."

"Did he?"

"Yes, he did."

"But . . ." Brad stopped in confusion. "You weren't, like . . ." He couldn't articulate the inconceivable thought.

"I wasn't what?"

"You weren't a virgin, were you?" he whispered.

"No, I wasn't a virgin. But I was close."

"I just don't see . . . I mean, so many guys must have wanted you?probably back in high school. Maybe even in junior high."

Iris, who had taken a position on Brad's chest, fell silent. As with Damon, she teased the hairs on his chest pensively.

"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" Brad said, mortally afraid of wounding or insulting his beloved.

"No, dear," she said at last. "I?I didn't have any romances in high school, let alone junior high. And there were a couple of reasons for that. My sister, Beulah?she's four years older than me, and I have to say she was a little . . . wild." She let that word sink into Brad's consciousness.

"You mean . . .?" he began, unable to finish.

"Yeah. She had a bad habit of sleeping around in high school, although you'd never know it now. She's settled down with a husband and a daughter, and she actually comes across as a bit of a prude. But back then, well . . . Anyway, I guess I recoiled at her behavior and vowed that I'd never become like her in that regard.

"So I just devoted myself to my studies in high school, hoping to get into a good college. I also felt the need to get away from this town and my family. I was lucky to get into Villanova. But when I got there, I felt so terrified of failure that I didn't do much but hit the books. I felt that my high school really didn't prepare me for the level of work that a real college required, and so I went to class, went to the library, and that was about it. I don't think I went on a single date during my freshman and sophomore years. In my junior year I relented a little and went out with some guys a few times?but somehow I'd gotten so shy and withdrawn that I wouldn't let them do anything to me. In fact, I think I got a reputation for being an 'ice queen,' or something like that. All the other girls I knew were happy to go to bed with any presentable male, but that only reminded me of what my sister had done, and I stayed away from anything like that.

"Well, by senior year I had at least become confident that I'd done pretty well academically. I'd already decided to pursue higher güvenilir bahis siteleri education?get a master's, maybe a Ph.D., and end up a teacher or professor. But I figured that I'd earned a little R