To all: this story is about as long as three chapters of any of my previous stories, and sex comes only at the end. I wanted to do a story on the development of love as opposed to sex, and to show how love intensifies sex or makes sex more satisfying. Astronomy buffs out there, as you read this, yes, I was a member of the Junior Astronomy Club when I lived in New York.

ALL COMMENTS, GOOD AND BAD, GRATEFULLY APPRECIATED.

Amelia, Chapter 1

For a physics teacher, Ms. Hirsch was beyond belief. She was a slim five foot five, with a curvy ass, and there was no way her blouse could minimize those 38C boobs that were practically struggling to pop right out and say howdy. It was really hard for every guy in the class to keep his mind on the lessons and his eyes off her tits. Her brunette hair fell a quarter of the way down her back and her bangs were always getting into her eyes, so she would shake her head, and those long tresses would do a snake dance down her back.

Thank God we had homework. I was the physics genius of the class, and Joel Silver was a close second. My average was, to date, 100. On one test, Joel got one question wrong, so as of that time, his average was 98. There was something thrilling about physics. I was 16 and I had already gone through Einstein’s special relativity on my own. The idea that when you approached the speed of light you would start getting compressed — it boggled my mind and more than that, the empirical evidence that said it was true — beyond belief. I was dying to get into graduate school, into subatomic particle research. There all the laws of nature people thought they knew fell apart. I could hardly wait to explore it.

Everyone called me a nerd, which I didn’t mind, because when they had problems with their homework they came to me or Joel. As for me, thank goodness for homework. It let me read the physics books without the distraction of getting turned on by Ms. Hirsch. If I had only class work and never any homework, sooner or later, I would have found a way to regularly jack off while Ms. Hirsch was putting equations on the blackboard, unable to see what I was doing because she was facing the blackboard. So I felt a bit lucky that I was exposed to her only for an hour, but even that one hour left me with a boner for the next hour. Sometimes, lying in bed at home, I would daydream in the nude about Ms. Hirsch, and I would slowly run my fingers up and down my pecker, getting it harder and harder. And then I would curl my fingers around for the last few jerks, and it would shoot cum about 4 feet up into the air, and I would have my cock aimed so that it came down on my belly. All this time, I would imagine myself with my cock buried inside Ms. Hirsch, with Ms. Hirsch moaning for more. And then I would slowly wipe up all my cum with my fingers and slurp it off into my mouth. Sometimes at night I would do that three or four times, always thinking about Ms. Hirsch.

In reality, Ms. Hirsch was absolutely delighted with her star physics students, me and Joel. When the term was nearly at an end, Ms. Hirsch told us all that she was so pleased with the better students that whoever got 100% on the final test would get a special gift from her, and he or she would get to choose the gift. And then the end of the term came and I got that 100%, but Joel missed just a small part of one of the questions, and he ended up with a 99%.

Well, I went to Ms. Hirsch’s office as she had directed me, for my gift. And Ms. Hirsch was bubbling over with joy, holding my final exam paper. She said, “Michael, these are really tough questions. You answered two of them better than I could. You should have been teaching the class, not me.” I was in ecstasy when she said that. She said, “I tried to think of some kind of gift for you that would be meaningful. I really don’t care if I have to spend a lot of money. I thought I would like to buy you the Corinth series on particle physics. And I’d be delighted to buy it for you.”

“Ms. Hirsch, that bunch of books costs hundreds of bucks. You just can’t do that.”

“Michael, I have never had a physics student like you and I will never have another one like you. I’m ready to give you anything you want.”

And suddenly, the reality of Ms. Hirsch engulfed me. Those words were exactly the words spoken in a movie I had seen that weekend, in which the hero had made the most passionate love to the woman who said that line. And I looked at Ms. Hirsch and had the most powerful desire to take her in my arms and make mad passionate love to that beautiful woman with that beautiful body, and melt all resistance until we were one. Suddenly, I felt like crying.

The change on my face was very clearly obvious to her. She immediately asked, “Michael, have I hurt you in any way? Your face has suddenly turned so sad.”

For a few moments I was too filled with emotion to answer her, because I would have burst out into tears. Finally, I managed to answer. “Oh no, Ms. Hirsch, it’s just that when you said what you said, it made me very sad.”

“Michael, what did I say exactly that made you so sad? I assure you that I was trying to give you the highest of compliments.”

“It was when you said you were ready to give me anything I want.”

Her face became perplexed. The last thing she was trying to do was to make her star pupil sad. “How did that hurt you?”

“Because I know what I want.” By this time, I could not control my tears. They began to flow down my face in tiny rivulets.

“Michael, what is it that you want?”

“You.”

“Oh, my dear boy, what a compliment. You love physics that much. You would want me to be there to teach you all day long?”

“Not exactly. Not for physics.”

She again looked very perplexed. “Me.”

“Yes, you.”

And then her eyes looked into the distance and she understood. And her face went through a transformation, and her cheeks and jaw dropped. And I could hardly believe my eyes. Her eyes began filling with tears!

“I’m sorry, Ms. Hirsch, I didn’t mean in any way to hurt you.”

She could not look me in the face. Instead, she stared at my hand. Slowly, she placed her hand on mine. I felt as if I had gotten a jolt of electricity as she gently clasped my hand. I could not even describe it. Somehow, her hand was beyond love, beyond sex, it was just a human hand, but it was her hand, and I never dreamed that it would be holding mine. I just sat there, taking it in, as if it were a source of extraterrestrial spirit. My whole body began to feel light.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, she spoke. “You mean lovemaking.”

I didn’t quite understand that last word. I said, “How can people make love?”

Finally, her eyes lifted and she smiled. “You meant you wanted me in a sexual way.”

That caused me to think. I looked at her and realized that even though I was a kid and she was my teacher, I would rather be married to her than anyone else in the world. I said, “More than that. I would want to protect you and make you happy.”

She again looked down and nobody spoke for what seemed to be ages. Finally she said, “Funny, I know what you mean. I must be eleven years older than you, and I could not imagine myself married to anyone else.”

I couldn’t decide whether in the silence was deafening or whether it was welcome, but we didn’t speak, and she began caressing my hand.

Finally, I decided that I might as well say what was on my mind. “I think about you a lot when I’m home. Sometimes I lay down and think about you and rub on my thingy down there.” I pointed to my dick. “I never think of anyone else. Only you.”

And then it seemed as if there was silence for hours. Ms. Hirsch’s hand gently caressed mine. And when she spoke next, she practically turned my world upside down.

“And I think about you when I am home. Sometimes I lie down and think about you and rub on my thingy down there. And I never think of anyone else. Only you. And it’s not just that you’re a brilliant physics student. It’s just you. I like who you are.”

If Ms. Hirsch had just told me that she was a Martian I could not be any more surprised. I involuntarily let out a small “Wow!” She had suddenly thrust on me more responsibility than I could ever conceive of. I realized that I had to take care of not only me, but her, in dealing with her. I think that moment grew me up five years.

Another long silence. I don’t know how I got the courage to ask my next question, but I finally did. “Do you…uh…”

“Come to orgasm? Yes. And I never think of anyone but you.”

I felt ready to faint. My brain felt like scrambled eggs. I said, “Me too. And the only one I think of is you.”

She took my hand with hers and gently placed it on her breastbone a bit on the left side and said, “Feel how fast my heart is going.” I had to concentrate, but it seemed to be going very fast. Never having done this before, I had nothing to compare it to, but still, it seemed to be going very fast. I put my other hand over the same spot on me, and I think my heart must have been going about the same speed.

I guess her maturity showed through. She let go of my hand and stood up, and stood with her back against the door to the office. She had one heel against that door so it could not be opened. And she beckoned to me and said, “Come here.” Like an automaton, I rose and walked over to her. She said, “Just do what I do.”

She put her hands around my head and drew me to her, placing my lips on hers, and then putting one hand around my back, she kept the other on the back of my head as she kissed me. At first, my hands hung down like those of a marionette without strings, and then desire began to fill me. Both arms wrapped around her and then one of my hands caressed her cheek, involuntarily. Slowly our lips opened more and more, and our tongues began to touch, and then enter each other’s mouth, where they played around with the other tongue for a while. It was so ethereal I felt as if I should have fainted, but those tongues touching somehow made it very real.

And then she slowly pulled her head back, and for whatever reason we both said simultaneously, “I love you.” She lay her head on my chest and I began stroking that beautiful hair and her cheek.