We went to a divan and sat down, but I noticed I kept having the feeling I was being watched.
The reason for that was simple enough. Since Kate had let me watch her and Kenny from the hidden viewing room, I kept imagining that someone was up there watching Bobby and me. Then I had a brainstorm. Why not take him up there with me? That way I could be absolutely sure that no one was spying on us.
The only reason I objected to having anyone watching us was that it was my first time in the room with a new student and I felt plain embarrassed… or would have if anyone had been watching. Later on, when I was accustomed to it, I wouldn't mind having one of the other teachers peeping as. Kate had invited me to do.
The one-way mirror attracted the kid's attention and I realized I could make use of it to seduce him without frightening him. I showed how it could be seen through from the watching booth side but not from the entrance hall side and he was properly impressed.
'Have you ever wanted to do that, Bobby?' I asked. 'Have you ever wanted to be able to watch someone without having them know you were even there?'
'Yes,' he admitted, 'but I'd get in a lot of trouble if I tried to do that at home.'
I seemed to be onto something. 'Why should you get into trouble, Bobby? You mean you'd like to watch something you aren't supposed to see? Something naughty?'
He cast down his eyes. 'Unh huh,' he said, nodding affirmatively. 'My big Ms. If… if I could, I'd like to peek into her room at night when she goes to bed.'
'You would, would you?' I chided. 'Now why would you want to do that?'
'Just to see… just to see, you know, what she looks like under her clothes,' he said slowly.
'How old is your big sis?' I asked.
'She's real old,' he replied. 'About your age, I guess.'
I almost laughed at his idea that I was so ancient. But it would have ruined the mood I was trying to build.
'You mean you've never seen under a girl's clothes, Bobby?' I questioned, making my voice soft and friendly.
'No big girl,' he said. 'I saw my cousin putting her clothes on after a bath once, but she's only a year older than I am.'
'Then she wasn't big enough to have things under her blouse like this, huh?' I remarked, casually passing my fingers over my fully-packed boobs.
'No,' he said, 'she wasn't… but you sure are.'
'You mean you'd like to see what's under my blouse,' I queried, 'since you never got to see your sister's?'
'No, I… that's not what I meant… I didn't mean I wanted to see… I mean… ' it was clear that the boy was all flustered.
'Don't be so nervous about it,' I said, stroking his fresh little cheeks and putting my arm around him. 'Lots of boys want to see what girls have under their clothes. And plenty of them get to, too.'
'They do?' he said, genuinely puzzled.
'Sure,' I said, 'especially at this school. We teach lots of things at this school, Bobby,' I told him. 'Things that kids really want to know about. And one of the things we teach any little boys who are curious enough to ask, is what a girl looks like under her clothes. I'm going to do that right now for you.'
Bobby's eyes widened. He pointed to my straining globes. 'You mean I can see… those?' he said. 'Yes,' I told him, hugging him close. 'I'm going to take off my top and show you what these things look like. Do you know what they're called? They're not just things, you know.'
His big eyes dropped to the floor again. 'I know, but I shouldn't say it. It's a naughty word.'
'Go ahead, Bobby,' I urged. 'Say it. I won't do anything to you. What are they' called?' His voice was barely audible. 'Boobies,' he finally managed to say.
'What else?' I asked.
'I don't know' he said.
'Tits,' I said. 'That's another word for them.
And here's what they look like.'
I was tired of playing word games with the kid. I wanted to show him some flesh and see how he reacted. I yanked open my top and tossed it on the back of the couch.
My tits sprung out and quivered firmly in front of me. My nipples weren't bard yet, but they were big and dark.
'Your sister looks something like this under her blouse,' I told him.
Little Bobby was becoming less shy by the minute. When my boobs stuck out naked in front of his eyes he took a long look and let out a big whew!
'I didn't think they'd be so big,' he said. 'I think yours must be bigger than my sister's.'
He automatically reached toward them, but stopped himself by jerking his hands down to his sides. His face started getting red in a hurry, and he avoided my eyes.
I grinned at him. 'Would you like to touch them?'
'Oh no, I couldn't do that,' he said, his voice trembling. 'I better not-'
But I interrupted him by taking both his hands firmly in mine and drawing them to my tits. His palms were sweaty and his thin fingers shook from nervousness.
'Yes you can!' I said quietly. 'There, now doesn't that feel nice to be touching me there?'
He was too overcome with surprise to even answer.
'You've never done this before with anyone, have you?' I asked him in a teasing way.
'Gosh no,' he said with a rush of breath.
'You sure your sister never let you do this?' I went on.
'No,' he cried. 'Heck no. She'd get really mad if I even asked her about it.'
'How about that cousin you mentioned?' I brought up. 'The one just a year older than you she never let you do anything either?'
'No,' he exclaimed. 'She didn't even have anything. She wasn't old enough to have any tits.'
All the time we were talking I was holding his hands on my tits and I must say I was actually beginning to get turned on. Maybe Cliff and Kate knew what they were talking about after all.
'Don't be afraid,' I assured him, 'I won't do anything to you for feeling me up. I'm not like your sister. I like for you to touch me there.'
'You do?' said Bobby.
'Sure I do,' I reassured. 'All girls like to have their tits played with. Some of them pretend they don't like it, but they really do, no matter if they have little bitty ones or big ones.'
The more he handled them the more he liked them. His childish awkwardness made his touches just that much more appealing.
'Here,' I invited, 'sit down en my lap and I'll show you something you'll really like.'
Since the new position brought him closer to my naked tits, he offered no objection. As soon as he was seated I put my arms around him and pressed his smooth-skinned face into the cleft between them. With very little persuasion on my part be took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. What a nice feeling that was! Here he was, with the soft, smooth skin of a child-yet with a definite maleness and assertiveness in the hungry way he went after what he wanted.
But I hadn't set him in my lap just for titty sucking, I wanted to give the kid much more of a thrill than simply that. I put my hand on his crotch and sure enough, the little fucker bad a hardon. It was only about as big as a nickel in diameter and maybe two inches long, but it was hard as a tack, too. I got hot just looking at it.
'Hey, what are you doing?' he asked.
'I'm getting that little cock of yours all hot and hard,' I answered, 'that's what I'm doing. Doesn't it feel good when I touch you there? Now let me unbutton your pants and get it out in the open where I can see it, and I'll really make you feel good!'
'Don't do that,' he cried, 'that would be nasty!'
'Aren't you clean?' I asked. 'Didn't your parents make you take a bath before you came here? You don't look nasty to me.'
'That's not what I mean,' be continued. 'I mean it's nasty for you to touch it.'
