A Crush Comes Back to Delight us Both.

While in 5th grade, a little before my sexual activity moved beyond solo, I had a crush on my math teacher. He was so handsome and nice. He never became angry with us and really made math interesting. He spoke with a slight Irish accent, which I loved. He always dressed in a dark suit and tie with a brightly colored shirt. I used to practically cum in my seat when he took off his coat and loosened his tie. And it was even worse for me when he rolled up his sleeves, but most exciting for me was when he smoothed back his red hair with his large, yet soft looking, left hand. I used to go to his office for help with the homework and he was very patient with me. I even used to go there when I didn't need help, just to be near him. I especially liked his smell and being near him always made me feel good inside. I even used to masturbate at night thinking about him. Recently, I was nostalgically telling my Mom about the crush I had on him. "That must have been Mr. Gallagher?" she said. "Patrick Gallagher?" "Yes, I said, you know him?" She hesitated a while then opened up. "Steph, you are going to love hearing this." "What?" I coaxed. Mom called Dad into the room, whispered something into his ear as they both looked in my direction. He smiled and nodded yes. They both looked at me without saying anything. "What is it?" I kept asking. Finally they let me in on a secret. Mr. Gallagher and his wife were swingers. Mom and Dad had many times been with them. He commented to them on more than one occasion at their swinging parties, how strongly he was attracted to me. But after his wife had passed away, he dropped out of the scene. I was almost in shock hearing this. Oh how I wished I had known that when I was in his class. I mused about how nice it would have been to have given my virginity to him back then. "Do you know where he lives?" I asked. Mom and Dad both nodded. They had tried a few times over the years to bring him back into the lifestyle, even setting him up with dates, but he no longer showed any interest. He told them that without his wife, the enjoyment had gone out of it. They were very much in love. I thought for a moment, then said, "I think I'll go say 'hi' to him, do you know where he lives?" Mom got out her address book. It's actually a multi-volume set as the number of her contacts continues to grow steadily. It took her some time to find his name, then she read me the address and phone number. I called him and told him I used to be in his class and I would like to visit him if he wouldn't mind. He asked my name and instantly remembered me. He said he knows my parents and invited me to come over. I hopped in my car and drove to his place, a few miles out of town. He opened the door before I reached his porch, and invited me right in. He had prepared a nice table setting with biscuits, jam and a pot of tea bubbling on the stove. We had a good time remembering my days in class and I revealed that I had had a crush on him and that was why I 'needed' so much help with the homework. He laughed. I noticed the same smell about him as I remembered. I asked him how it is that he came to know Mom and Dad. He just said they were friends from way back. "Good friends?" I prodded. "Very good friends" he replied. I told him straight up, that I know he and his wife swung in the same circle as Mom and Dad. He looked relieved that I came out and said it. I asked why he didn't get back into the scene and he looked down at the table, in embarrassed silence. I started to think maybe I shouldn't have brought up the subject. He gathered his thoughts a moment then softly explained that he can't achieve more than a partial erection for any length of time. I said that they have pills for that now and he said he tried them but had little success. He is unable to penetrate anyone at all. All he can do is masturbate. I stood up and said we'll see about that, as I slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, kicking off my shoes in the process. I struck a 'ta-da' pose for him, wearing only my bikini panties. His eyes were glued on my body. Tears started to well up. Softly he whispered how beautiful I am, and how he wished he could have invited me to go swinging with him when I was in his class. I whispered back "I'm here now" as I sat down in his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around me. He wasted no time before fondling my little titties while I held his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He quickly developed an erection and said "If you don't mind, let's hurry while I'm still hard enough. I dropped to the carpet and slipped off my panties while he discarded every stitch of clothing. I got on top straddling his legs. I gently started masturbating him and he reciprocated. I bent down over him and we kissed. "Let me spoon you" he said. I laid on my side and he spooned up behind me and he started toying with my titties then he rolled onto his back, pulling me up on top. With one hand he caressed all over my chest and tummy. With his other hand, he proceeded to masturbate me. I rocked my hips to masturbate him with my butt. He made me cum. I repeat... he made me CUM. Hard. Long and hard. I was seeing stars and I cold feel a surge of heat in my chest and throat. Afterward, I returned the favor. I used my hands and mouth on his semi-hard penis. I was able to get him off after not very long a time. I have seen more than my share of guys having orgasms but let me tell you, I never witnessed anybody ever grunt as loudly or as long as he did. I thought he was going to die right there in my hands. Well, hands and mouth. After swallowing it all and licking up the remaining mess, we laid there together on the floor while he recovered. Afterward, reluctantly on my part, we gathered up our clothes and our dignity. We chatted over tea at the kitchen table for a while. He invited me to come around anytime. He just asked that I call first, so as not to waste a trip if he was not at home. I gave him my phone number and said he could call me any time as well. We kissed and I invited him to come along at our next party. I offered to be his date. He promised to think seriously about it, and that's where we left it. Somehow I think he can be persuaded to rejoin the lifestyle. I certainly hope so. I will write about any further adventures we have together. Thanks for reading.