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How I should be DRIVEN to pursue education with every fiber of my being. You’re tormented for it.” His smile by now had dropped, but he still looked serious, “Listen to me. Besides that, I suspected she only dated white guys. It’s not my money.” Mom laughed, tousled my hair, and let me go. honest.” Suddenly dark eyes seemed to widen a bit, and her lips parted, her breathing grew deeper, “Yes…and .you should be rewarded for that.” “I’m sorry? Instead of repeating it, she grabbed my hand and smiled almost impishly and led me inside. The next thing I knew, I was being taken to the master bed room. Still not answering right away, she began to strip off her sensible blouse and shucked off her pants. There was no embarrassment, and while I knew I had a lot to learn, I still felt incredibly confident.
Suddenly, my frustration kicked my common sense out of whatever part of my brain normally controls my mouth. “I think her mom is racist, and I think it passed down,” I warned him. I’m thinking of shopping, and stuff.” I smiled, “That’s great, mom. Sweet mother of god, she was taking off her bra, exposing a gloriously exotic set of breasts, small, but the color of some precious parchment, with half dollar sized dark areolas (not that I’d ever seen one in person before, let alone a full set) that somehow looked larger because of her petite ness.
” “Well,” A fantasy came up, too much Anime I suppose, “Sort of … ” For a moment, she seemed troubled, then she spoke, not to me, but to herself, “He’s an A student, he must be right.
And yet there were a few people in my social circle who could – to put it charitably – punch well outside of their apparent weight class.
He was less than impressive when I entered his office. Slydell was a gaunt guy in a bad suit with baldness leading his brown hair into a horseshoe pattern. “Yes, sir,” When he motioned to a chair in front of his desk, I took the hint and sat down. Slydell,” he stated the obvious, “And it’s an honor to meet one of our most promising students.” “Thanks,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry, sir, forget I said…” But this time he cut me off, “No, please. If something is impeding your education, if you’re no longer motivated, then I need to assist you… Same jocks who this school does EVERYTHING for, despite their assurance that brains really do matter. It just gets the snot beat out of you for what folks TELL you is going to be a great future. Add to my cursing, and I figured I was about to get detention. Slydell instead looked at me with a great deal of sympathy, “I see. Well…” Another pause, then a smile, “Look Toby, when I said ‘lads’, I was being specific. Melissa was gorgeous, one of the school cheerleaders. I didn’t even mind the walk to the Toshiro residence. Knocking on the door, I wasn’t surprised to see Mrs. They weren’t obsessive over having others adhere to Japanese customs, but they were sticklers for good grades. She’s on the slim side, and I prefer busty, but still, she’s got great hair and really has watched her weight. “Grades are the most important thing,” She wagged her fingers at me.
His glasses were thick giving him the appearance of a scrawny owl. “However, I’m a bit concerned with a down slide last year in your last quarter. I hope you’ll strive to continue in that path, a mind like yours…” Oh, great, he was about to engage in some babble about how awesome I was, why I should put my nose to the grindstone and so on because my future was so bright. and lads like you.” ‘Lads’ was not a term I was used to, but he did ask me to continue, “Lads? There’s an increasing inequity, a lack of young men going on to higher education. You seemed to have pointed out some reasons why you fellows aren’t in as great as numbers as your female peers. She was also dating a tackle that could put a scrawny guy like Kenji through a wall, and had tried more than once. “Yeah,” I confessed, “But I’m on the honor roll still… I’m very confused,” I stammered as we stood in front of her king sized bed.
Yet here it is, the first week, and I’m getting curb stomped. Slydell was a nice guy, but possibly off his rocker a bit too.
Now that I was a junior, you’d think High School wouldn’t quite be the same hell. She eyed my cock with an admiring stare, and then began to stroke it with her right hand, as if it were a skittish stallion that needed reassuring. Tingles shot up and down my whole body, I felt hot, on fire from the inside out, but in a good way. Toshiro’s pink tongue flickered out, tasting the head as her hands continued their magic on my scrotum and shaft.