Lisa
Doggy. I had settled on doggy. Granted, I went about my homework in the nerdiest way possible; looking up positions and the various sensations they supposedly focused on, conducting what was likely the most bland and clinical observation of sexual positions ever imagined.
My motivation was pure though; in that I wanted to make sure I picked a position that Ms. Kim would not only enjoy, but one that I would find memorable.
It was just one night ago that my history teacher, after taking my virginity on top of her desk in her classroom, had given me the homework assignment of picking what position She would take me next.
It had been a gentle demand, like most of Ms. Kim's orders, but laying
underneath the seemingly simple request there were layers upon layers of deeper meaning.
Choosing a position was a difficult task for a young woman that wasn't terribly experienced; even if I was eighteen.
I was still quite naive, and hadn't experienced anything even remotely sexual that wasn't with my 28 year old teacher.
If Ms. Kim was expecting something new and exciting that young people were doing these days She'd be sorely disappointed, but then, I think by that point She had a pretty clear idea of the type of girl She was playing with.
I was up late that night, pouring through information on the Internet, trying to get to the bare basics of sexual positions without being swarmed by pornography.
I didn't want stimulating images, I wanted cold, hard facts!
The average depth a person can get in one position versus the other, how much leverage she has for an expected thrusting force, testimonials about the female orgasm in comparison to the different positions!
I knew that I was absolutely not prepared to try being on top just yet; despite Ms. Kim's clear attraction to me the teenage doubt of my own appearance was still very much present in my young mind.
If I was going to choose a position with Ms Kim, it wouldn't be one where I was necessarily on display, and it Certainly wouldn't be one that put me in a position of being the aggressor.
And so, as I looked through them all, I ruled them out one by one for various reasons.
For the unwanted authority they would lend to me, for the physical limitations of my 28 years old teacher and a teenage girl that wasn't particularly athletic, or simply because they didn't arouse me as I read them over at two in the morning, sitting there in my pajamas.
My parents believed in an early bedtime, and by that point they had already been asleep for four hours, distantly down the hall.
The house was kept bathed in darkness, save for the dim glow of my monitor, which I knew from experience my parents could see unless I took the precaution of lining the bottom of my closed door with laundry to hide it.
The house was still and silent, save only for the creak of it settling, the gentle tapping of my keyboard, and of course...the occasional, aroused whimper as I idly toyed with myself.
My hand was down the front of my long pajama bottoms, fingers and palm curled under the waistband of my panties.
I had been toying with myself for the past hour, keeping my arousal on the very edge, and keeping my fingers quite wet and delightfully coated in my nectar.
Since my experiences with Ms. Kim began I had been slowly waking up to my sexuality, and masturbation had slipped into my mind much more frequently lately in the still of night when I was alone to let my imagination wonder.
