He sighed heavily, and lit a cigarette, and my nostrils instinctively flared as the acrid smoke and the smell of alcohol filled our room, the mixture ...impinging on my olfactory orifice, and making me more awake.I had never seen a man undress before, and in the darkness my mind was trying to depict the act long before the little red glow slowly drifted down the short white tube of tobacco, I knew once he snuffed it out, I would get to see him take his clothes off.I realise to anyone reading this. “He just doesn’t know it is tonight.” I was a bit shocked by Sherry’s disclosure. “What time does he get here?” I asked. “He's on his way.” My eyes wandered for a brief second to Sherry’s chest. She had on a Victoria’s Secret white lace bra. Sherry took my hand in hers. "Are you nervous?” she asked. “A little,” I replied. I was lying. I was excited. I was going to finally get to experience that massive cock I had seen from my apartment. Sherry’s hand settled on to my bare thigh. She flipped. There was a knock at the door. Out of ordinary at the best of times for my neighbors to come knocking on my door, but on a Saturday? I opened the door to reveal the postman holding a small white envelope with my name and address on it. He handed me it with a nod and a smile before moving on down the street. Puzzled, I looked at the envelope in my hand. I was small yes, but was crammed full of something soft, but not soft enough to compress to the size of my letterbox. I tore open the envelope. "What happened between us was very exciting, but it can't continue." Heather was facing away from Robert and did not stop working. "Heather, do you hear what I am saying," asked Robert?"Yes," replied Heather. "I can not stop what I am doing right now, but keep talking, I am listening to you." Alright, as I was saying you are a beautiful, sexy girl and if I was a boy your age, I would be asking you out. However, I am not a classmate, I am your teacher and I can not date you, not until you turn.