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"You heard me, take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."

"And you just think I will do as you tell me. You sound like my teacher again, bossing me around."

"Which you like, I know. I bet your knickers are getting wet just thinking about it."

He had me there. They were. I peeled off my top and undid my bra strap, letting the ladies out.

"Nice breasts," said Andrew. "Could you move them up and down for me." He made a circling gesture with his hands, and I imagined them stroking my breasts. The nipples went hard as circled them with my hands.

"What do you smell like?" Andrew asked.

"Well I haven't had a shower, so I'm a bit whiffy I suppose."

"I love your body smell, Maxine," said Andrew. "I love it that you don't shave your armpits, so the fresh young girl smell drifts sweetly into the room. It really turns me on. Especially when you get excited as you are now. I can just smell it tingling my nostrils. I'm getting hard thinking about it."

Was he just? I was getting pretty hot and sticky myself.

"Now take off your jeans," he continued.
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This time I didn't argue. None of my other boyfriends had ever complimented me on my smell. I kicked off my shoes and socks and wriggled out of my jeans. I lay on the bed in just my knickers. They were a pink frilly pair I had put on this morning, knowing that I was about due for a sex session with Jeff, and that particular type helped get him hard.

"Now sit on the bed and show me your little pubes peeping out of your panties. Legs further apart," he continued. I stretched my legs apart as far as I could, and I felt my slit open, and the glistening liquid seep into my frilly knickers. I placed the webcam where he he could see this.

"Very sexy, Maxine my love. I looked at the image on the screen, where I could see my black pubic hairs through the thin lace, and a slowly seeping wet patch. I moved my hand towards it.

"Not yet," Andrew's voice was hard, and I jerked my hand away. "My turn." He started to take his own clothes off, and sat in the same position on his own bed, legs apart, his member pointing upwards.

"Imagine my cock inside you," he spat on his hand and stroked it a bit. Its glistening head reminded me of when I had last seen it, wet on that occasion with my own juices, which I could now smell pervading the room. I started breathing heavily and I could feel my face getting red.

"You're getting excited aren't you. You want to feel me inside you, moving, caressing your pussy. Go on, do it with your hands. I tore off my knickers and massaged my labia, groaning and panting.

"Spread your legs, Maxine. I want to see your lovely pink slit." I spread my legs further, moving my hand up and down, faster and harder, wriggling my upper body like an earthworm.

"You were aching to do that, weren't you. Now imagine I am kissing you roughly, rubbing my body on yours, all the way up, your hard little nipples, your pussy hairs wet as a rain forest, my cock hitting your clitoris, my groin grinding against yours, the smell of our mingled body juices, the sound of our grunts and screams, the bed shaking in our passion."

I rubbed harder, with my whole palm now, shrieking all the while. When I looked up at the camera Andrew was pointing his cock at it, and rubbing vigorously, making excited grunting noises. I stuck three fingers inside myself where they slid in with no resistance, and was moving them from side to side, wriggling and screaming, until suddenly there was a flood of liquid, and I lay on the bed panting.
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It was several minutes before I looked at the camera again and smiled at Andrew, his penis now limp, milky liquid running down his thighs. "You liked that didn't you?" he said.

I nodded.

"So did I. Do you still think you're ugly and frigid? You're a little tease, Maxine, turning me on from across the world, and making me late for work."

"I'm turned on by you, Andrew, but others don't push my buttons at all."

"Remember when we first tried making love and you didn't want me, either." I nodded. It hadn't taken me long to get rid of that particular inhibition.

"I said that if I can't turn you on that's my problem, not yours, and I need to try harder. Do you remember?"

I nodded again.

"Well I did, didn't I. And it worked. But your boyfriends are not triers. You're a bit of an acquired taste Maxine. Like a fine wine or a piece of classical music. But those losers you go out with don't appreciate you. Making yourself available for them is like putting champagne in front of a beer swilling yokel. They won't appreciate it."

"I would have come with you," I said. "I told you I love you, but you never returned the compliment. Why didn't you?"

"Comes from being a teacher I suppose. What I felt towards you was a paternalistic tenderness. I didn't love you the way you obviously loved me. You needed to try harder too. But now it seems you have done. You've finished your degree, your career is going somewhere, and it seems you've come to terms with your past. You're more successful and more confident as a result."

I thought about what Andrew had said. Yes, there was more of me to love now. When I thought back on what I had been back then...

Andrew broke into my thoughts. "I have to get to work, Maxine. Students here pay a lot for tuition here and they get very stroppy if their teachers are late. I'd like to talk to you again some other time."

After Andrew hung up I lay on the bed thinking. Most men, wanting to seduce me, would have told me they loved me. Andrew's honesty was almost pathological at times. But then isn't total honesty important in a relationship, however harmful it may be at a job interview or a seduction.

Others had told me they loved me and didn't. Andrew didn't tell me he loved me. But perhaps he didn't know his own mind. His actions towards me, from the time I had been a student until now, had been much more loving than any other man I had met.

It was all very complicated and too much to cope with at the end of an eventful day. I felt tired and drained, but in a good way; like someone who has not just run a marathon but won it. I turned off the light and was soon drifting into sleep, my dreams pleasant.

The next day was a fine winter's morning with a promise of an early spring. I threw open the windows to get rid of the smell of my last resident boyfriend, and then breathed in the outside air, thinking. I didn't like to malinger, but I told myself I had been through a rough time and needed a mental health day. I called my team leader and told her I was not feeling well, and should be better the next day.

"Thanks for calling, Maxine," my supervisor Anna said. "You take care." I thought briefly of telling Anna something of my dilemma, but dismissed it. Her compassion was genuine, but so was her dedication to the organisation. I didn't want her to feel a tugging conflict of loyalties. This was something I needed to sort out for myself.

I wheeled my bicycle out of my garage and started the hard pull to a nearby waterfall where I often parked the bike and walked in the bush. The difficult exercise helped calm the thoughts bubbling in my brain. I was stronger now than I had been for a long time, had forgiven my mother and come to terms with my father. Perhaps now was the time to make a break in an exciting new city.