This story is part of the series:
Introduction
This is the fourth installment of my Nerdy Neville series of sexy short stories. You are strongly encouraged to read the first three episodes if you haven’t already done so. Here is a brief synopsis of what occurred in them leading up to story #4:
The story is set somewhere in suburbia in 1999. Neville Vincent is an 18-year-old virgin. When his worldly Uncle Norman learns from his nephew Neville that he has never had sex with a girl, he encourages Neville to do something about it. Specifically, he suggests Neville go to a local massage parlor and have a sexual romp since he has now attained the legal age to do so. At Forbidden City, Neville gets $140 worth of carnal services from a cute, enthusiastic Asian employee named Annie. By chance, Neville notices that Jasmine, one of the massage parlor’s employees—who doubles as the shift manager—is having trouble with the recently installed computer. She informs him that computers are absolutely foreign to her and the other two shift managers who run the daily operations at Forbidden City. Thus, they cannot switch from using hand-written records to computer entries as their boss insists. Neville, who has learned a great deal about computers at high school, gives Jasmine a useful hour’s basic lesson on the computer in exchange for an hour’s credit at the massage parlor! With the proprietor’s blessing, Neville does the same with the two other shift managers who think he is both a brilliant and kind young man. Neville happily uses one of the credits for a frolic with Jasmine in Forbidden City’s VIP room, and the second for a romp with an attractive and busty blonde employee named Victoria who caught his eye. She is not much older than Neville is. He really enjoys her charms and sexual abilities, so he takes full advantage of his scholarly knowledge. Neville makes arrangements to see Victoria privately. She is presently taking some correspondence courses to earn her high school diploma, but has become lazy about submitting her assignments. Neville agrees to tutor her in exchange for her excellent sexual services.
The fourth instalment is narrated in the first person by Neville.
Part One
Victoria and I arranged for our first tutoring day and time while we were lying naked in bed together in the VIP room of the Forbidden City massage parlor. It was a fun place to negotiate business deals with the sexy employees. I highly recommend it.
I lied to my parents about how I acquired this 20-year-old tutee I’d hopefully be seeing on a regular basis. I concocted a plausible story that Victoria was the older sister of a classmate of mine who sought my help to complete some correspondences course. The last part of that tale was completely true which gave my fib a greater degree of authenticity.
I arrived at Victoria's apartment at the designated date and time. Part of a once-huge private home that had been divided into four individual units, her lodgings were quite small and spartan. They were comprised of a bathroom (which had a shower but no bathtub), a kitchenette, and a general living area. There was no separate bedroom--just a bed concealed in a pull-out couch, as I was soon to discover.
Victoria greeted me warmly. She hugged me unexpectedly, but I didn’t recoil from it at all. It was a lovely gesture. She was obviously waiting for my arrival, with her English course materials ready on her kitchen table for us to tackle. That was a positive sign that Victoria was eager to learn. I also learned something. From the name printed on her correspondence course documents, I saw they had been mailed to Victoria Kendall. I had not known Victoria’s surname until that moment.
During the previous five months, Victoria had not done much work on her correspondence courses, practically none at all. She did not say so as a fact, but I got the impression that self-guided learning intimidated her. Victoria showed me where she had suspended her studies. It was a unit on literary devices. There were about ten she was to define, identify in a reading passage, and then use them in sentences that she created herself. I discovered that Victoria was certainly no Rhodes scholar, but she wasn't stupid, either. She just needed to have things repeated often before they permanently were embedded into her brain.
"I don't understand these terms at all, Neville," she stated with concern when she first showed me her list. “It’s very frustrating for me.”
"That's why I'm here to help you, Victoria,” I reassured her. “Trust me: They're all fairly common English terms and actually not as tough to grasp as you might think they are." I set out to prove to her that I was correct.
We got a lot of work done, despite my being distracted throughout the entire 60 minutes by Victoria’s undeniable charms. By the time our hour of one-to-one tutoring was over, Victoria knew what hyperbole, understatement, alliteration, personification, similes and metaphors all were. It was quite an enjoyable lesson for me. I had tutored a few younger students in the past. All of them were either neighbors or relatives of mine. While I taught them, they had all sat at least an arm's length away from me or on the other side of the table. Not Victoria! She positioned her chair right beside mine for the entire hour. As I was explaining these new concepts to Victoria, she had affectionately placed her head on my shoulder and linked her left arm with my right arm as if I was her escort at a fancy ball. I couldn't resist giving her hand gentle squeezes. Moreover, I also couldn't help but admire her fabulous figure even though she wasn't dressed in her revealing bedroom clothes from Forbidden City. I tried to hide it, but working with Victoria was absolutely the most fun I'd ever had tutoring anyone in any subject! It was certainly preferable to teaching seven-year-old Danny Newman how to do subtraction questions.
We did have a few laughs during the 60 minutes our session lasted. When Victoria had difficulty creating her own specimen of understatement, I suggested as an example, "Having sex with beautiful Victoria is not a bad way to spend an afternoon." She laughed at my example and was seriously going to include it verbatim in her homework assignment. I stopped her and suggested a slight edit in case she had a prudish teacher grading her work: "Winning a fortune at a casino is not a bad way to spend an afternoon." Likewise, I explained the difference between a simile and a metaphor to Victoria this way: "'Fucking a girl is like a piece of heaven' is a simile,” I told her. “Fucking a girl is a piece of heaven' is a metaphor." She understood the subtle difference—and knew enough not to use those examples without my telling her when she submitted her work to her teacher.
Before I knew it, our terrific hour of English instruction had expired. I tried my best to be a gentleman and suggested we could continue the lesson, if she desired to do so. "It's all your choice, Victoria: Do you want to extend your schooling or should we start our screwing immediately?"
"Screwing, of course!" Victoria replied with an appealing eagerness that turned me on. "Learning about metaphors and alliteration and those other terms is interesting, Neville, but fucking you is way more fun."
I couldn't—and wouldn't—argue that point with her. We hustled to her apartment’s living area where Victoria opened up the folding bed from her couch. "Come share my bed, Neville. I've been looking forward to this since I got up this morning," she declared kindly. "You're such a nice guy to fuck."
“You’re lying to me,” I accused Victoria, who gave me a concerned look. Then I continued, “You know as well as I do that metaphors and other such things aren’t all that interesting.” That wisecrack of mine brought a lovely smile to beautiful Victoria’s pretty face.
Part Two
The deal I had arranged with Victoria was basically the same one I had made with Jasmine at Forbidden City massage parlor: One hour of teaching would be exchanged for one hour of carnal bliss. Of course, being a private client of Victoria’s—and vice versa—the massage parlor’s rules and protocols did not apply here in her tiny apartment. As soon as the bed was secured in its place, I was going to try to dictate what would happen on it. It was an utterly amazing transformation for me. Within a very short time I had evolved from being a shy, naïve, 18-year-old virgin, to a man of the world who had bedded three absolutely gorgeous females—with Victoria being the most stunning of the trio. What a huge difference a couple of weekends can make in one’s life!
Victoria was wearing an old sweatshirt that might have been a bit too small for her as it fit her torso a little bit more tightly than might be expected. The effect was that the garment with the name of a clothing chain on it highlighted Victoria’s breasts instead of concealing them. Hey, I was all in favor of that. She also wore an ordinary pair of jeans and sneakers, giving her a sexy, girl-next-door look.
I had made a concerted effort to look more than presentable for my first visit to Victoria’s place. I wore dress slacks and an expensive beige sweater I had recently gotten as a birthday present from my aunt. I even donned dress shoes, something I typically avoided unless a social event absolutely called for them. Dad figured something was up when I headed out of the house being dressed so well. Out of the blue, he asked me quietly, “Do you know for a fact that your pupil is good-looking, Neville, or are you just hoping she is?”
“I guess I’ll find out in a very short time,” I told him with a grin as I strode toward the door. I was now getting used to lying to my parents.
I took Victoria slightly by surprise by embracing her without warning, lifting her off her petite feet, and giving her a passionate kiss. Victoria surprised me in return by enjoying my affectionate gesture and trying to top it with a terrific kiss of her own. She succeeded. I set her back on her feet and promptly lifted her sweatshirt from her torso. She had a plain, white brassiere beneath it. As my father liked to say about any girl whose assets were plentiful: “Her cups runneth over.” I didn’t wait for Victoria to remove that particular undergarment. I did it for her myself. Her breasts were as attractive to me as I remembered they were from the weekend. Being taller than she was, I immediately bent down to kiss Victoria again while I groped her goodies. They were a firm yet nicely pliable pair, totally natural, and just begging to be enjoyed by a horny male. That was my role.
Victoria got into the spirit of the day by unbuckling my belt and pulling my dress pants down to my ankles. Within seconds she had done the same to my briefs, exposing my rigid dick that was pointing straight at Victoria’s pretty face.
“I think I know what it wants, Neville!” she stated with a cute giggle. While kneeling before me, Victoria proceeded to give me a first-rate blowjob—the best one I had experienced since losing my virginity at Forbidden City. This sex act included Victoria licking my testicles and rubbing my erection against her breasts. It was sensational!
“You’re going to get a load of sticky goo on your face if I permit this foreplay to go on much longer, Victoria,” I told her as a fair warning. “That’s not a bad thing as far as I’m concerned, but I have other plans for where my cum shot ought to end up.” Victoria got the general idea. She stopped her superb work on my penis, but not before giving it one last, long lick from the base of my balls to the opening in its head. This sexy blonde truly had marvelous talents!
I removed my sweater, socks and shoes while Victoria pulled down her jeans. Her panties had a strawberry motif on them—a girlish touch that I found to be quite sexy. When we were both standing naked, I took a moment to admire Victoria’s nude body. She was perfect! No normal male would not be aroused by her mere presence. Some people were put on the planet to be doctors, teachers, engineers, pilots, or philosophers. I was now convinced that Victoria Kendall was born and destined primarily to be fucked, fucked, and fucked some more—hopefully by me!
We climbed onto her pull-out bed. It was small, but that just made it cozier for the two of us. Victoria grasped my shaft and started to stroke it. I sucked on her tits while she was so occupied. This shared stimulation only lasted for about a minute, though. I had other ideas.
“Spread your legs, Victoria,” I suggested. “You need to be fucked, my dear, and I’m the guy to do it to you.”
“Hey, I like your confidence, Neville,” Victoria replied. “You should be a confident lover. You’re young and virile. You also have a terrific penis—one of the best I’ve seen up close.”
Without further ado, I mounted her missionary-style, and shoved my dick into her womanly crevice. Her pussy was as inviting as it had been during our three-hour fling at Forbidden City. As it had been on that wonderful day, my penis seemed to be custom-made for it. It felt that natural for it to be inside of her.
I was in my happy place and was greatly enjoying myself as I thrusted my manhood in and out of this sexy creature with the jiggling tits who was lying beneath me. Victoria’s pussy became gradually wetter and wetter, an obvious indication that she was enjoying the carnal ride I was delivering as much as I was enjoying being the provider.
“Yes, Neville! Keep it up! You’re doing just great with your fucking!” Victoria told me as if I were her sexual pupil. (There was some truth to that, based on the odd circumstances of our personal relationship.) She lifted her legs high enough so they were resting on my shoulders. That was something new to me. Victoria’s feet strangely felt almost weightless.
“It is up! Can’t you tell?” I managed to joke. Without thinking of the potential consequences, I told Victoria, “Today I’m not going to pull out of you when I blow my load. I want to come inside you so I know what it feels like!” Then I told her, for no logical reason whatsoever, “I want to make a baby with you, Victoria! I think we were meant to do that!”
Victoria surprisingly seemed okay with that crazy, spontaneous idea! At least she didn’t verbally object nor try to disconnect herself from me as I was rhythmically pounding her warm vagina with my throbbing penis. About a minute later, I ejaculated exactly where I wanted my cum to go. I was like a kernel of popcorn that had just burst. I could tell it was a doozy of a cum shot. I felt four separate and strong spurts of jism flow from my sex organ and enter Victoria’s lovely pussy. My thrusts never stopped during my terrific orgasm, even when the surplus of my semen started to ooze from Victoria’s body and trickle slowly onto the pale blue bedsheet that covered the mattress. Together Victoria and I had made a bit of a mess, but it certainly was a sexy mess!
Eventually, I stopped thrusting my stiff rod into Victoria’s box. I was still semi-hard where it counted, but I was physically spent from vigorously screwing the most desirable female I had ever seen in my young life. (I was impressed that Victoria’s clients at the massage parlor who were three times her age didn’t keel over with major heart attacks!) I was content to lie motionless on top of Victoria. She, too, seemed quite content with me doing just that.
Finally, I did pull out of her when my dick began to resemble a wet noodle. I embraced my bedmate, sucked on her left nipple for a second or two, and gleefully told her, “Victoria you are the greatest fuck on the planet!”
I was caught completely off-guard when Victoria changed gears and asked me with a cheeky smile, “Is that an example of hyperbole, Neville?”
I paused for a few seconds and replied, “I suppose for anyone else it would be, Victoria, but for you it’s nothing but the honest truth—not hyperbole! Take my word for it! You’re the champion.”