DESCRIPTION: Not losing his virginity by the age of 19 was really weighing heavy on Ethan. He never expected to find a teacher like Mrs. Miller, didn't expect her methods or her insatiable sex drive. Mrs. Miller on the other hand knew that only a young man's stamina could truly satisfy her needs. EXCERPT: Ethan was smitten by the smell of Mrs. Miller's perfume and her devilish smile as he fumbled with his belt buckle in the tight enclosure. He tried to keep eye contact but the sight of her barely covered made it impossible to control himself. Undoing the button and zipper he shuffled the pants down to his ankles and stood in front of her with his black boxers bulging. She uncrossed her arms and reached out for the rim of his boxers. "Black. So you did like that little lace number I had. I liked what I saw with that towel." There was an undertone behind the comment. Without breaking eye contact Ethan felt her fingers slide in past the rim of his boxers, her warm hands giving him goosebumps. She shimmied them down. "Mmmmm, I was right."