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Computer Lesson 1/5
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THE COMPUTER LESSON
by QUEEN
Part 1 of 5
As she showered, Lacy thought of what her life had become. After being
the office manager for 16 years at Jayson & Sons Construction Co. she
was out of a job. Three unpaid multi-million jobs put them right into
the bankruptcy court. For seven months now, she had pounded the
pavement looking for another position. It seemed that the economic
situation had put hiring on hold. At the encouragement of a friend,
because of her extensive knowledge of computer software and hardware,
she had put the following ad in the local newspaper:
"If you have a computer, and want to learn more about how
to run it, instead of it running you..... I can teach
you. I will come to your home, and teach you on your own
computer. Not some cold college course that teaches you
how to run a specific program. I will teach you how to
"walk" around inside any program you encounter. For more
information call 616-465-6368."
The ad cost a small fortune and their savings was dwindling down. She
and her husband had managed to keep themselves in debt with those stupid
credit cards, and one income just wasn't enough to keep up. She tried
this in endeavor to earn some kind of money. She had been instructed by
several of her friends in the computer field to charge $45 an hour. She
thought that nobody would pay that kind of money. But, when she took
into consideration of what the junior college was charging for group
classes, $45 an hour for one on one was quite a deal. She just hoped
that she would get more than the one call she was going on tonight.
As she was blow drying her long brown hair, she gazed at her naked body
in the mirror. Pondering on what had happened to it over the 25 years
of marriage. She had gained a bit of weight, her hair was starting to
show the grey around her face, her breasts were getting heavier and
starting to sag, her once sparkling hazel eyes looked old and dull. It
was no wonder that she couldn't get a new job at 45. Employers were
looking for the smartly dressed, cute young shapely women to work in
their offices. Someone sexy and pleasing to the eye.
She finished putting on her make-up and got dressed. Looked again in
the full length mirror in the bedroom. She still couldn't see herself
as anything but fat, old and used, although for a woman of 45, she
dressed smartly and was still attractive. She grabbed her briefcase
with the prepared lessons, kissed her husband, and left to meet her
first client.
It wasn't far, and during the 20 minute drive she prayed that this would
be a call back client. If he was satisfied with her teaching, maybe he
would tell friends and she would get more work. He was only 19 and
working his way through college, she wasn't sure just how many times he
would be able to afford to have her come back. She arrived 5 minutes
early, she hated being late for any kind of appointment. With briefcase
in hand, she nervously walked up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell.
Mike had gotten home late from work and just barely had time to take a
shower and throw on his jeans and a T-Shirt before the door bell rang.
He had been thinking all day of what this woman would look like. He
hoped that she looked as good as her low sexy voice sounded. He had
gone without since breaking up with his girlfriend 4 months ago. He had
been going to college and working so much he hadn't had the time to find
the right girl to have a sexual relationship with. In these times of
the AIDS thing, he thought that a married lady would be just the perfect
answer to his underworked organ. He had answered her ad because he
needed to learn more about his computer programs so he could get better
grades on all the papers he had to type for his college courses. But
after hearing that voice of hers, he had secondary plans to go along
with the computer lessons. So, he picked the night that his parents
played Bridge every week. They were usually gone until Midnight.
When he opened the door, his heart sank. There stood a short, plump,
middle aged woman with a briefcase. He just knew that she was his
computer instructor.
"Hi, I'm Lacy Miller, you called about the computer lessons?" She said
while staring at his half dressed young form. His muscular chest
encased in that tight T-shirt, and that tight ass that was poured into
those jeans made her nipples get hard. She was going to have some big
time problems keeping her mind on DOS commands and software programs,
with him sitting beside her.
"Yea, hi, I'm Mike Stanich, come on in," he blurted out trying not to
sound too disappointed that his dreams had been shattered. She still
had that sexy voice, but her body just didn't match his mental vision of
her.
"Well, if you will show me to the computer, we will get started on your
first lesson", she said to him nervously.
"Sure," he motioned for her to follow him, "it's in the basement."
When she reached the basement, she could not believe her eyes. Oh, the
computer was there alright, but so was the most awesome bedroom she had
ever seen. A huge King Size bed, posters of all the latest rock groups,
a stereo that probably cost 5 times what the computer did, plush carpet,
lava lamp, strobe light, you name it, everything from the 60's thru the
90's. Typical of a 19 year old, she surmised.
She sat down at the computer, turned it on and retrieved some of the
prepared lesson papers from her brief case. She asked him how much he
knew about DOS commands and other technical questions, and asked just
exactly what it was that he was having difficulties with. She went
through the lesson with him, having trouble concentrating, as she gazed
upon his young body. She would sit at the computer, showing him what
commands to use, and then she would have him sit down and repeat it.
A couple of times when they changed seats, her arm had accidently
brushed across the front of his pants. Waves of excitement traveled
from her arm right straight to her lower abdomen. She didn't know how
much longer she would be able to continue this lesson without making a
fool of herself.
Even though she wasn't exactly the dream woman he had imagined from her
voice, she was so nice, so easy to talk to, she was a very good teacher.
She made things so uncomplicated. He had fought for so long to figure
out these programs, and she demonstrated how easy they really were to
understand. He had forgotten all about her age, and her size. She was
a lovely person inside and every time they switched positions on the
keyboard, he could smell the enticing aroma of her perfume. He began to
think that, at her age, she should be quite experienced in other areas
and might be willing to teach him some a few things, besides the
computer.
He had intentionally made sure that her arm made contact with the front
of his pants when they exchanged seats during the lesson. He had hoped
that he could attract enough attention that she too might get ideas of
her own. The more he thought about it, the harder his organ got, he was
apprehensive that he would burst out of his jeans if something didn't
happen to discourage him.
Suddenly, breaking his train of thought, Lacy said, "Well, your hour is
up, and you have ingested quite a bit of information. You are a quick
study, Mike. Do you think you can get the rest on your own or would you
like me to come back again?". She prayed that he would agree to have
her come back. She needed the money and she most definately wanted to
be in his presence. He excited her in a way that she had not been
excited in a long time.
Trying to hide his slowly dying erection, he told her that he would like
her to come back the same time next week. She said that would be fine.
Holding the lesson papers in front him discreetly, he led her to the
door.
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