We're half-dressed and making our way gradually under the duvet, drinking tea & touching. He rolls over, no pants now, and my hands are on his wriggling body. He lifts his bottom to my hand, shrugs his head down between his shoulders and looks up at me, all batting eyelashes and eyebrows. 'Oh, Miss!'

He wriggles some more, and I grope the boy shamelessly, propped up on one elbow. 'Are you... are you quite sure this is necessary for my education?' His little bottom is bobbing up and down. We grin at each other and giggle under our breath. I don't know what gets into him when he goes like this - getting him face down seems to have the same effect on him as it does on me. He turns into some kind of camp Care Bear, innocent little school boy with vast pleading eyes  squirming under me. He bats his eyelashes again. I can almost see the grey shorts and little school cap.

'Oh, yes', I reply absentmindedly. 'It's all part of your extra tuition...'. He's not giggling now but making little excited yelps, writhing and wriggling and offering himself up to my exploring hands. 'You just do as you're told, and we'll make sure you pass those exams...'

'Yes miss!' he cries, shutting his eyes and throwing his beautiful head back. I'm stroking his thighs, holding his balls, watching his cock get hard. 'Anything you say miss!' His voice is getting higher, more breathless, ridiculous.

Way back in a cold winter, I remember the way he lit a fag and went up to block the police horse that was closing in on us. Just stood there, smoking, pretending like the yelling officer wasn't there. I saw his silhouette and I watched his back. This man is strong and alone; he lights fires and lives in the forest. Looking after people, making everything ok all the time. Being weak is dangerous.

I smile a wide deep smile, shifting on my elbow. 'You do make a good schoolboy...'

'Oh,' he says, opening his eyes. 'I was actually being a little girl.'

We look at each other and giggle, and somehow a couple of minutes later I'm on my back with his hand knuckle-deep in my cunt and I'm calling him Sir.

anon.