mirrors and dancer's bars on two of the walls. Comfortable chairs were placed in well-planned positions with little tables by their sides.
'Let me have your coat,' the girl said.
Keith shrugged himself out of the light jacket he was wearing and handed it to Bettina Werp. A sigh escaped his lips. 'I can't believe it,' he said.
The girl walked to the entrance hall and hung Keith's jacket in a closet. 'Sit down,' she said on returning.
Keith sat in an easy chair upholstered in gold material. The girl sat down in the chair beside him and said, 'You can't believe what?'
'That I'm alone in a room with a beautiful girl!' Some shyness had left Keith and he now felt a little off the timid side.
'Do you know why you're here?' the girl asked.
'My aunt said you would-'
'Open a class in sex education just for you!' The girl smiled. 'Isn't that beautiful!'
'Great,' Keith said. 'Just great!'
'Conchi mentioned that you are shy,' Bettina said. 'I like that in a man. I never cared for the crude men who are always grabbing at me.'
'I never had a girl,' Keith said honestly.
'So we're even,' Bettina said. 'I've never had a virgin.'
A bit of shyness returned to Keith. 'I hope you'll like me,' he said.
'Why not?' Bettina said. 'Why not, indeed!'
'Girls just don't seem to care for me-well, not that way.'
'Come on, Keith,' Bettina said. 'You're attractive and likable and I like a short man.'
'You do?' Keith asked.
'Yes. I really do.' Bettina smiled, 'There are things to do that make a big man seem out of place-like licking a cunt when kneeling between a girl's legs.'
Keith's face reddened and Bettina said, 'Don't mind me, I say all the nasty words like cunt and prick and fuck-even shit when I have to.'
Keith laughed as he relaxed a little because the girl had used the words. 'I'll bet you're something,' he said.
'You'd better believe it, Sonny. When sex rears its handsome head there's little Tina won't do.'
'I feel better already,' Keith said and smiled to show that he did.
'How old are you, Sonny-you don't mind me calling you Sonny?'
'No-call me anything-you're beautiful.'
'Well thank you, Sonny. Wait until you see me with only my flesh on. You'll love me, really.'
'Is your hair red-down there?' Keith asked, pointing a finger at Bettina's crotch. He reddened at his boldness.
'Don't be embarrassed, and yes, it is red; darker than the hair on my head, of course.'
'I'll like it,' Keith said.
'You'll lick it,' Bettina promised.
'I'll like that too,' Keith said.
'Now tell me how old you are.'
'Eighteen.'
'Do you go to school-but of course you do!'
'The University.'
'A brain!' Bettina laughed.
Keith blushed. 'Not really,' he said. 'If I had a brain I wouldn't be a virgin.'
'Oh, but I'm glad you are! Can't you see the fun we are going to have together?'
'We are?' Keith said as if in a daze.
'Mercy, yes! With your little prick-it is little, isn't it?-and my happy cunt, what else?'
'It is little,' Keith said and looked crestfallen as he imparted that news.
'Don't feel badly, Keith. I once went to bed with a football player whose cock wasn't any bigger than yours.'
'Now I feel better,' Keith admitted.
'Because you have a little prick or because I know it?' Bettina leaned forward and placed her hand on Keith's knee.
'Because you know it.' Keith put his hand over Bettina's. 'Makes me feel better.'
'What about a drink?' Bettina asked.
'Dad lets me drink sherry. I like it.'
'Sherry it is,' Bettina said. She stood up to go for the wine. 'Does your dad always tell you what to do?'
'Not really,' Keith said. Bettina laughed. 'What about fucking?'
'He's never said one word to me about sex-and he's a doctor!'
'There is a saying that doctors don't know much about the subject.'
'I wouldn't know. Dad's so wrapped up in medicine he even smells antiseptic.'
'Mercy-I'll get the wine.'
Bettina went to the bar that hadn't been moved when the living room became a studio. She called across the room while pouring sherry into two glasses. 'What kind of doctor?'
'He's a surgeon,' Keith said proudly.
'How nice,' Bettina said, returning with the wine. She handed a glass to Keith and sat down. 'Now let's talk about us. Do you use dirty words?'
'Not often,' Keith said.
'Say one,' Bettina ordered. She sipped her wine as Keith hesitated. 'Oh, come on, Keith, a dirty word won't hurt you. If we are to go into sex you must lose your inhibitions.'
'I'm sorry,' Keith said. 'I just can't seem to adjust.'
'Do you want to call this off?'
'No!' Keith said.
'Then say a dirty word.'
'Cunt,' Keith said shyly.
'Now that wasn't hard, was it?' Bettina smiled prettily. 'Say another.'
'Fuck,' Keith said, not so shyly.
'See, you're getting it. Would you like to fuck me?'
Keith blushed. 'My insides are turning over!'
'Mercy, you little lamb!' Bettina sipped wine and looked at her pupil. 'I've been thinking about you since Conchi mentioned your problem, and I've decided to make you crawl for a piece. It will be awhile before I let you fuck me, Sonny. There are other things for you to learn before you stick your prick into my fine cunt. Understand?'
All during the talking Keith's eyes were on his teacher-to-be's body. 'I'll do anything you ask!'
Bettina laughed. 'That is how I planned it. You are to do whatever I ask. No questions-just do as I ask. Understand?'
'I do,' Keith said. He swallowed some wine. 'Anything you ask-Tina.'
'Fine.' Bettina finished her wine and Keith gulped down the rest of his. She stood up and said, 'Come with me.'
Keith followed Bettina into her bedroom; and from there into the bathroom.
The bathroom contained a separate tub and shower. A couch with a sunlamp overhead. A toilet and a bidet side by side. And a long table with a sink on one end and a cosmetic layout on the other.
In the center of the table was a pile of pantyhose, bras, little half-slips, and lacy panties. It was indeed a soft and colorful pile of cock-raising material.
Keith sat down on the couch and Bettina said, 'I was about to wash my undies when you knocked on the door.' She set the stopper and ran warm water into the sink. 'Have you ever felt a girl's underthings?' she
