Chapter 4

That evening, Lisa dressed with extreme care. She took a long bubble bath and after toweling her glowing body, she powdered and perfumed her curves. She slipped into a powder-blue, lace-and-silk pair of wispy panties; the golden puff of her pubic hair gleamed through the wispy panties as they hugged her mound of Venus. The matching bra was a meaningless gesture; she had no need for a bra and it did nothing to uplift her full, thrusting, up-tilted tits. She attached her long stockings to her light-blue garter belt and stepped into blue heels. She decided to dress informally, to put Jose Caruso, the boy she intended to visit, more at his ease. She felt that by dressing casually she would seem less remote to him. The blue plaid miniskirt, four inches above her knees, made her look almost a teen-ager. The soft blue pullover sweater didn't cling to her breasts, but still bewitchingly revealed them. She surveyed herself in the full length mirror and was pleased by her reflection. She was a delectable vision - a gorgeous, tall, natural blonde dressed in blue - she did, in fact, nearly look like a swinging teen-ager, a college girl, youthful and vibrant and glowingly beautiful and alive.

She went over to her intercom phone. From her bedroom she could dial the phones of any of the boys' cottages; the boys could not dial her.

Lisa began to dial his number, then stopped and hung up the phone before completing the dialing. It suddenly occurred to Lisa that the boy was a walking inferiority case. If he knew she was going to drop into his cottage he might begin to worry and fret. No, Lisa thought, it's better if I just stop in, unannounced. Study hours for the boys had just begun, so he had to be there.

During study hours each of the boys' doors were closed and locked. No one except Lisa was permitted to visit during these hours. When any boy was in the midst of studies, he turned a knob on his door. It was a rule that when this red slot showed on a cottage door, no one was permitted to even knock on the door - only Lisa.

Lisa walked slowly over the rolling, lush, green lawn toward the row of cottages. She had become a familiar sight around the cottages. From the very beginning she made it a habit to drop in on the boys, unannounced; sometimes she dialed them first to ask them if they needed help, or if they simply wanted to talk. All of the boys looked forward to her visits; they seemed normal and natural to them. It never occurred that she might be visiting for other than educational reasons.

She came up to Jose Caruso's white cottage. His door was closed and the red slot indicating that he was studying was visible. His shades were drawn. Being from the city, the boys habitually kept their shades drawn down; this was peculiar to all big city dwellers of apartments - it was their screen of privacy - they kept it drawn now, even though they had the privacy that only country living could grant.

A moment after Lisa knocked on his door, he opened it a crack and peered out. A look of surprise came over his thin, dark, nervous face; he had the distinct features of Mexican-Spanish stock. His skin was a deep olive tone.

"May I come in for a moment, Jose?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered, surprised, off-balance. He stepped aside and she brushed past him, into the small, neat cottage. The cottage had a living room, bedroom, small kitchen, study-room and bath.

The boy had never been visited by Lisa. He didn't know how to act and he had never seen her dressed the way in which she was dressed - the miniskirt and the sweater - she looked so young and friendly, strangely not at all like the regal and beautiful lady whom they saw in the classroom; not that she still was not beautiful; she was ravishing, but in a more youthful, casual way.

"I hope you don't mind me stopping in this way, Jose," she smiled at him.

"Uh, no - that's okay," he stumbled, ill - at-ease.

She sat down on the chair, sinking back in the soft cushions. She crossed her legs carelessly. Her miniskirt was short and the careless way in which she crossed her legs gave the nervous boy a startling, breath-taking view of her creamy thighs, almost up to her panties. The miniskirt rode up high on her thighs, close to the edge of her long stocking tops, giving the boy a ravishing view of her long, shapely, tempting legs. He plunged his hands uselessly into his pockets and tensely pawed the rug with his foot, his eye swerving away from hers as she smiled at him.

Lisa took the room in quickly. He kept it very neat. She saw that the tape recorder was on his desk; that made it evident that he was working on improving his diction and the huge dictionary looked well-used in three short weeks. He's trying hard to learn, Lisa thought to herself.

"I won't take up too much of your valuable time, Jose," Lisa smiled, trying to put the boy at his ease. But he did not relax. He stood before her tensely. "Oh, Jose, you don't have to be such a gentleman. Please sit down." He promptly, almost comically, plopped himself down on the sofa and looked at her, questioningly.

"Gee, you surprised me, Lisa. Never expected you to come," he said. He was having difficulty, Lisa noted with pleasure, keeping his eyes off her flashing show of legs.

"Jose, you're simply too shy for your own good," she grinned.

"What you mean?"

"When you need help, you simply won't ask."

"Yeah. That's me," he laughed nervously. "Hey, thanks for what ya did in class."

"That's all right. I understand. Jose, how are you coming along with your autobiography?"

"Oh, terrific," he answered, too quickly.

"Now, you know that's not the truth," she laughed.

"What you mean?" he asked vehemently.

"You know you're having a hard time with it."

"I am?"

"You are," she laughed, not mocking him. "Come on. Confess. It's breaking your back, isn't it?"

"Yeah ... kinda," he said slowly.

"Can't I help you please?"

"It's my job to make a good auto ... biography!" he said too loudly. "No help. I'll do myself, all right. And good, too."

"That's right. You should do it yourself. I'd just like to help you sort out your thoughts. You're not sure what to put in or what to leave out. Isn't that right, Jose?"

"That's right," he admitted softly, wringing his hands. "I work on this all the time and it gets bigger and bigger. I put everything in. I can't understand what to leave out, even trying to remember what you said about a pattern evolving."

Lisa got up, uncrossing her legs, purposely letting him see up her miniskirt. He saw a flash of her powder-blue panties and his dark, moodily eyes nearly bulged out of his thin, dark face. She walked slowly toward the couch on which he was sitting, swaying her hips slightly, smiling warmly at him. Her legs brushed and in the silence of the cottage the nervous boy heard the sensuous whisper, the seductive promise, of her nylons.

"Jose, I'd so much like to know you better," she said softly to him as she swayed up to him as he sat there, rigidly, on the sofa, wringing his hands together nervously. "The more I know about you, the more you know about me - the more we know about each other - the easier it'll be for you to learn. Here, I'll sit by you so we can talk intimately, like good friends ... like a boy and a girl ... not like a teacher and pupil ... " she nearly whispered.

"Like a girl and a boy ... " he repeated quietly.

"Yes. Here, let me sit by you."

She sank down into the couch next to him. Her lush hips touched his and he sat bolt upright, as if he'd been shocked. She relaxed, turned toward him, so that their bodies brushed. "Now, isn't that nicer?" She smiled.

"Yes," he managed, overpowered by her nearness. She had always seemed so distant to him and now, here she sat, her body touching his, so close and warm and friendly ... almost like a girl friend.

"See," she purred. "Now it's not like I'm your teacher. Let's pretend, okay?" she smiled warmly at him.

"Pretend? Pretend what, Lisa?"

"Well, let's pretend for now that I'm your girl friend," she whispered into his ear, giggling as a young girl his own age would.

"What?" he said, not believing his own ears.

"Let's pretend that I'm your girl friend," she repeated in his ear.

"You're - my girl friend?" he asked stupidly, not able to grasp what she was proposing, his mind not able to make the transition, changing her from regal, remote lady, teacher, to girl friend.

"Yes and you're my boy friend."

"I - " he faltered.

"Well, why not?" she smiled. "You're very attractive, you know."

"Me?" he asked. "Naw!"

"Oh, yes you are, Jose. You're very attractive to a girl - to me."

"Naw! You kid me, make a fool of me! I'm a skinny little Mexican runt! You're a beautiful lady!"

"You're a boy, Jose. A boy can't see in himself what a girl sees in him. You're quiet and shy. I like that and you're very smart - "

"I'm stupid!"

"If you were, you wouldn't be here."

"Aww - "

"You're quiet and shy but you have fire burning in you. I know. I can feel it. Sometimes when you're very quiet and everybody thinks you have nothing to say, you're burning inside with words. Sometimes, when people think you don't want to do anything, inside you're burning over and you want to explode, to do something, to strike out - "

He stared at her in amazement. What she said was true. How could she know? No one else had ever guessed that about him. He turned to her, staring, feeling as if the dam inside himself were about to burst and overflow.

"That's right!" he said with excitement. "But how do you know that?"

"I told you a girl can sense things about boys. That's one of the things that's attractive about you, Jose. You seem so quiet and shy, but a girl knows what you're really like deep inside of your secret self."

"Gee, you're smart, Lisa," he said with awe.

"Not really. Just a girl who understands a guy like you."

"What did you mean, Lisa, when you said - let's pretend you're my girl friend?"

"If you think of me as a teacher, we can't be friends. I came here tonight to make friends with you because ... I like you. When I'm alone with you, like I am now, I don't feel like your teacher. I don't feel older than you. I feel, well, more like your ... girl friend. If you can only feel that way toward me ... well ... then we can be close and talk like only a boy friend and girl friend can talk ... "

Lisa was playing her role to the hilt.

"You're ... too classy to really be my girl friend ... " he muttered.

"Why?"

"Because. You are."

"I don't feel I'm too good for you. You feel you're too good for me?"

"No! Never! I don't feel good enough for you ... "

"But that's so silly, Jose, dear," she said, calling him 'dear' softly, on purpose. He responded to the word, as if he'd been shot. "I don't feel too good for you." She paused. "Do you like the way I'm dressed tonight?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I dressed this way ... just for you, Jose," she whispered.

"For me?"

"Yes, for you, Jose, dear."

"No girl never did nothing like that for me."

"Oh, I don't believe that. I'll bet you have to fight the girls off," she laughed, flattering him.

"Naw!" he said shyly. "Girls never go for a runt Mexican like me."

"Then why am I here?" she purred.

He stared at her, wanting to believe her, but not able to. It seemed unreal to him. Too good to be true.

"Tell me about yourself, Jose, dear. Please. Just, relax. Just act like I'm your best girl. Here. Put your arm around my shoulder and just talk to me. Tell me all about yourself, your hopes, your life, your past."

"Put my arm around you?" he asked stupidly.

"Yes, Jose, dear. Please?"

Woodenly, stiffly, he put his arm awkwardly around her shoulders. She snuggled in close to him, humming contentedly in her throat.

"Now, isn't that nicer?" she purred. "I'm your girl friend. Please talk to me?"

"I ... don't know what to say."

He felt almost paralyzed. He never dreamed she would be here alone with him, playing up to him, cuddling close. It was too much for him to grasp.

Lisa talked to him softly, gently, flattering him subtly. Slowly, her practiced technique began to work on the boy. He began to relax, began to talk. She listened to him as he rambled.

"But you haven't told me about your girls, Jose, dear."

"Aw, I don't have luck with girls."

"I don't believe that at all," she smiled lovingly at him, cuddling in closer in the circle of his arm, resting her blonde head on his thin shoulder. She felt powerful sympathy, powerful emotion for him. She wanted to give this boy something to build up his broken ego. The gift of herself would begin to do that, she knew. But she would move slowly. She couldn't wait to have him. She sensed that he would be a vibrant, exciting lover and she knew he had a stud's cock. Even now she could see that her nearness had him excited. The huge bulge of his hard-on pushed out against his trousers as she cuddled close to him, exciting him with her ravishing charms. She saw that he was wringing his hands nervously again. She reached over and took his hands apart, held his hands in the gentle caress of her own hands.

"Don't do that. Hold my hand, Jose," He obeyed. "Now, tell me about your girls, please?"

"All right. You wanna know? I'll tell you how dumb I am with girls. There was this girl once, see? About six months ago. She was a pretty blonde, not pretty like you, though. She was sixteen, like me. I was crazy for her. She was so nice to me. No girl was ever so nice to me. She was going around with a big wheel, star of the basketball team. He was a big blonde guy, not a dark little runt like me. But she was nice to me, always talked nice to me, like no other girl did. Well, there was this dance, see, at school. It was in the gym. The gym was all decorated nice like." He abruptly paused.

"Yes, go on, please?"

"It's rough to talk about, Lisa."

"Please tell me?"

"Well ... the gym was all decorated and they had a band and the kids were dancing and there was food. It was real nice. This girl - Nancy - was there with her big blond boy friend, the big wheel. She was on the committee for the dance. I watched her, scared to go up to her, wanted to talk to her, dance with her, but I was scared and the big wheel was with her. Then she left him and walked out of the hall near the back side of the gym. The hall went back to where the dressing-rooms and all were - where the committee kept all their stuff. I sneaked out after her and followed her."

"Yes? What happened, Jose?"

"The hall was deserted. She heard me coming up behind her. I asked if I could help. She laughed real nice and warm and friendly and said sure. We went back into this room, all alone and I helped her out. We got real chummy. I lost my head, thinking she really liked me a lot. I grabbed her and kissed her. Got her on the couch and kissed her and felt her up and - "

"Yes, yes?"

" - and she began to spit at me and call me names. She called me a skinny little runt of a spic, told me she was only being nice to me cause she felt sorry for me. She ripped me up with her words while I had her down on the couch. I went like crazy, tried to kill her and then her boy friend came in and grabbed me and punched me and knocked me down. I got up and cut him bad with my knife. The girl was crazy out of her head scared. He was bleeding and crying. I cut him bad. I went nuts. For some nutty reason the girl, Nancy, she talked the guy into letting me off the hook. She made him promise not to squeal on me. I guess after the way I went crazy she felt sorry for me again or something. I dunno."

"That's awful. How could that girl feel that way about you, Jose, dear? I don't. I think she really secretly liked you."

"Naw. She called me a rutty spic and cursed me and said she was only nice to me cause she felt sorry for me."

"But she came to your rescue. She made the other boy keep quiet about what happened. After the way you roughly treated her it doesn't make logical sense for her to try to save you. No, I think she really secretly liked you."

"Naw."

"When you got her down on the couch and kissed and felt her up, did she fight you hard?"

"Naw. Not too hard and she was just as big as I am."

"There you are. See?"

"See what, Lisa?"

"You see, you didn't handle her smoothly, show her any respect. You just roughly grabbed her and threw her down on the couch and started to kiss and feel her like she was a whore. A girl can't be nice to any guy when he treats her that way. She has her pride. I'll bet if you had been nicer to her, if you had moved in on her slowly, she wouldn't have resisted. I'll bet if that other boy didn't happen in on you well, in the end I'll bet she'd have stopped fighting you - I'll bet she'd have given in, because she really secretly liked you, Jose, dear."

"That's crazy ... hey, you really think so?"

"Yes, I do."

"I'm damned," he said with wonder, accepting her version, beginning to warm to the idea, his ego slowly building. Lisa saw the change coming over him and was pleased. She decided to press home.

"You said she really didn't fight you hard at all, in spite of the rough way you treated her, showing her no respect."

"Yeah ... that's really right!"

"Oh, Jose, dear. You don't understand girls at all."

"I guess not." He smiled for the first time. She had never seen him smile before. She liked it. He didn't look so bad, so hopeless, so brooding when he smiled. But then, his life had given him little cause to smile.

Lisa dropped her hand onto his thigh. He stiffened at her touch.

"Oh, Jose, what a man you are," she sighed.

"Me? A man? Naw. I'm a boy, a nothing."

"You're not. You're something. You are to me. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"But the other guys - "

"The other guys here don't even know I'm with you now. It doesn't matter if they do. I visit all the boys in their cottages. You know that."

"Yeah."

"But I visit them only to help them with their studies. I don't get dressed up special for them, like I do for you. I never came to you before because ... I thought you'd ... laugh at me," she said, laying it on.

"Me? Laugh at you?" he said stunned.

"Yes. You're so attractive to a girl. To me. I was afraid you'd be cold to me, make me feel like a fool. No girl likes to feel that way with a boy."

"You really like me, huh? he said, not able to believe his good fortune. No girl had ever liked him and now - Lisa - it was too much for him.

"Yes. I like you. Very much. I'd like to be your girl, Jose, dearest," she whispered, her head on his shoulder, her hand creeping up his thigh toward his huge lumpy cock, her eyes reflecting adoration for him.

"You? My girl?" He couldn't grasp the idea.

"Yes. Me. Your girl. No one else must know. They wouldn't understand. It has to be our secret. No one else must ever know."

"I ... understand ... But you wanna be ... my girl?"

"Very much," she whispered.

"But you're older. You can have rich, older, experienced, swinging guys - "

"I don't want them," she purred. "I want you."

"Me? I can't believe it!"

"It's true."

"But you're older. You're rich. You're educated. You're a lady and I'm nothing but - "

"Hush," she said, putting her other hand over his lips, stilling him. Her free hand continued to slowly, slowly, creep up his thigh. "Oh, Jose," she whispered. "Could you possibly want me to be your girl?"

"God!" he said, slapping his forehead in amazement.

"Do you think you could like me half as much as I like you?"

"I'm crazy about you. I worship you, Lisa. You're like an untouchable dream to me."

"Oh, thank you, darling Jose."

She offered him her lips. Stiffly, his lips covered hers. They kissed. She snaked out her tongue and pressured it against his tight lips. Slowly, his lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth. She crushed herself to him, mashing her full tits against his thin chest. She kissed him with desperate passion. The kiss shook him.

"Ohhhh, Jose, darling," she purred, kissing him over the ear. Her hand caressed his neck as her other hand, on his thigh, moved up and then closed gently over his rigid, gigantically thick and long cock inside of his trousers. He gasped. "You're such a man. I want you so. I have since the first moment I saw you, darling," she said as her fingers curled around the thick ridge of his cock in his pants, sliding slowly up and down over the covered, throbbing length of it.

"Lisa! Jesus!" he gasped.

"Ohhh, you're such a man. I'm wild about you and you're so - big!" she purred, squeezing his hard cock with her expert fingers through the fabric of his pants.

"Oh, God, I can't ... believe it!"

"Believe it, darling. It's real."

They kissed, tonguing each other with feverish desire. Her right hand caressed the hard bulge in his trousers, massaging the swollen ridge with avid desire. Her fingers tightened around his prick, cupping, moving up and down over its length. Her fingers measured, with excitement, the hugeness of the boy. She felt wildly wicked seducing the young, think, dark, unattractive Mexican boy. As they kissed, her hand found the tab of his zipper and slowly began to pull it down. The rasp of the zipper being dragged down slowly, filled the room, mixing with their, heated panting. She felt the boy go stiff as she reached into the front of his pants, working her fingers in through the flap of his undershorts. She had no trouble finding his hard, huge, naked rod with her expert fingers and she grasped it with desire.

"Soooo big, darling, Jose, you're soooo big, sooooo huge, such a wonderful man!"

"Oh, God, Lisa!" was all that he could manage to pant.

"Your ... cock is soooo great," she purred.

"You're driving me out of my skull," he breathed raggedly. She was pressing in over him, the aggressor.

"I want to be nice to you, darling," she sighed. "I want to show you how much I care for you."

She giggled girlishly and stabbed her tongue into his sensitive ear. Her skilled fingers relaxed and pressured and pulled up and down on the stiffness of his aching rod inside of his trousers. They could both see the moving lump of her hand moving up and down over the huge lump of his cock inside of his pants.

And then she slowly, skillfully, lifted his cock and swollen balls out of the yawning gap in the front of his pants. She unbuttoned the top of his pants and they fell wide open. His huge, swollen naked cock was exposed to her hungry eyes as her fist curled around it tightly, moving slowly up and down. In a loving, nearly frantic caress, her curling fingers massaged and pressured over his cock. The boy lay back, sighing and moaning.

"Ohhhh, Jose, you're so great and you're my man, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes!" he panted.

"Darling. Relax. Let me do everything. Please?"

"Anything - you want - "

As if she were his mistress, his loving slave, she slowly undressed him, stripping away every bit of his clothing until he sat close to her on the couch, half reclining beneath her. Her hands caressed him, fondled him. She kissed him adoringly, with heated passion. She was still fully clothed. He was stark naked. His body was pitiful. Thin. His ribs showed. It didn't seem possible that his huge, rigid cock could be a part of him.

Like an oriental maiden she served him delights, fondling him, caressing him, lovingly toying with his swollen balls and his gigantic prick. She bit and tongued his hard little nipples and he trembled, quaking beneath her. She tongued down over his thin stomach, lancing it into his navel, making him quiver. Then he was lying beneath her and she hovered over him, fully closed, her eyes glittering with desire and lust.

"I'm going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, darling," she whispered.

She kissed over his stomach, over his privates, down over his trembling thighs. She bit and kissed and washed her tongue over every inch of his front. Then she turned him over and began again at the top, kissing his neck, her hands caressing, kissing and licking over his back, down to his thin buttocks, dragging her wet tongue up and down deep along the crack, then licking and biting his cheeks, down over his thighs, his calves. She worshipped his small feet, laving her tongue over his arches, dragging her tongue between each toe, her lips suckling on each toe and then slowly up, up, up over his knees and thighs toward his huge, swaying cock and balls.

"Soooo beautiful, soooo beautiful," she breathed as her face pressed up close to his erection, her eyes devouring it. The boy was speechless in his emotion. "Close your eyes and relax, my darling. Let your Lisa do everything, everything."

"Yes, yes ... " he managed.

Her lips moved up and he gasped and sputtered. She tantalized him, her tongue working between his quaking thighs, moving up, up. She dallied delightful, an inch from his balls, flogging, licking his thighs with her tongue.

"Your balls are sooooo lovely," she sighed.

"Ugggg," he grunted, as the tip of her pink tongue curled and licked over his dark, hairy balls.

Lisa glanced up at the boy's dark olive face from her position at his privates. The boy's mouth gaped open and his eyes were rolling around. She was intrigued by the strained sounds that came from his throat; she heard him stammering, choking on words, groaning and she was enchanted knowing that she was causing those sounds to come from him.

And then Lisa could deny neither the young boy's need or her own need any farther. She licked her tongue over her lips and stared intently at his swollen flesh, saw the veins, saw the way his erection had stretched the flesh taut. Now she was going to give him a treat, the likes of which he had never had and coming from Lisa, it would truly mean something special to the boy - it would mean something special to her, too. She felt as if she were about to take the boy's virginity; the feeling excited her.

"You just relax, darling Jose. Lisa's going to show you just how much she really cares for you."

"Ohhhh, Lisa," the boy nearly cried in an anguish of throbbing need.

"Hush, now, my darling, my own," she whispered, her warm breath fanning over his gigantic pecker. "Now Lisa's going to show Jose how very much she really cares for him."

She sighed in anticipation. She was boiling with passion, a passion to serve the boy, rob boyhood from him, make him feel like a man, a real man. She knew exactly how to do that. She began to bow her lovely face down toward his erection. Her blonde hair tumbled over his shivering thighs. She was about to devour bun.