Sex Ed Chapter Two

A couple of days later, my son was staying over at a friend's house so we had the place all to ourselves. At a few minutes before we had agreed, Cindy rang the bell of our house and I let her in. My husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her, a hot blonde girl in her early twenties. Not only that, but Cindy was dressed up just to my specifications. I had seen Terry staring with ill-disguised lust at some of our son's school friends, girls that Cindy taught in her other incarnation as Mr. Lawrence, maths teacher, so I had asked Cindy to come dressed in the school's uniform for girls.

Cindy had really outdone herself with the outfit, a thin white blouse through which her red bra beneath was well visible and which would certainly not have been allowed in the school, unbuttoned to reveal the tiniest amount of the top of her lacy bra, and the school's red and blue tie hung loosely around her neck. Of course, she didn't have any breasts so appeared a little flat chested even in the padded bra, but I knew that Terry liked skinny girls like her above plumper, fuller figured, big breasted types like me. Her pleated skirt in a red and blue plaid design was so short it ended a couple of inches above the knee, again this was surely not allowed by her school rules.

Her long, sexy legs were covered by white thigh-high nylons, which weren't quite a part of the real uniform but made her legs look totally gorgeous. On her feet were a pair of patent leather black pumps. She was still wearing her thick-rimmed glasses with dark eye shadow and scarlet lipstick. Her sandy blonde hair was tied in little pigtails. If she was a schoolgirl she looked more like the school slut than a good girl and yet her glasses, her eyes, her shy, nervous expression implied a certain uncorrupted innocence. When I had told Terry that Cindy was a virgin and had never been with a man he practically creamed his pants right there, a similar reaction to what was going on when he saw her now for the first time. Fortunately, he never paid enough attention at these parent-teacher events to be troubled by the same sense of recognition as I was.