Pool

You sit there, alone at the bar. Looking around the sea of unfamiliar faces. I watch as you look once again at your watch. Seeing the frustrated you so obviously feel, as a wave of anger washes over you. You hurriedly stand and pull your jacket from off the back of the seat. I have been waiting for this moment. "On the house", I say as I place the drink in front of you. You give me a look that is filled with suspicion, and I smile at you attempting to disturb your frustration. You seem slightly disarmed and I ask you who your day has been. The remaining opening hours pass as between serving customer I manage to find time to chat to you. Soon it is late and I gently guide the last of the punters out of the door and lock the door. Looking back at you I can see you still sat on the chair. "Fancy a game of pool?" I ask. "Sure" you respond. I watch as you saunter across the bar towards the pool table. Picking up the pool cue you suggestively chalk it. I find myself unconsciously licking my lips. I set up the balls, it seems from your lack of urgency that perhaps you don't know how to do it. I then tell you that it is you must break. Walking around to the other side of the table you take a weak shot, but my eye is drawn more to the clear view of your cleavage that I get as you lean forwards - trying not to stare, but not wanting to look away. I pretend to be looking at the TV as I switch it to one of the MTV channels. You stand in front of me and once again get ready to take your shot. But it is obvious you are going to mess it up and I know that I have to help you. I set forwards and grab your hand whilst offering to help you. I lean by body against yours. Even through our clothing I can feel the warmth of your body against mine. Leaning still closer I can smell the subtle perfume you are wearing. I can feel your ass against my crotch as you slightly arch your back. I feel overwhelmed with a deep desire for you. I lean close to your ear and whisper that you need to take it slowly, moving with smooth gentle movements. Neither of us move. We both seem locked in a moment. Both strangely aware of the uncomfortableness of the situation and neither of us wanting to move. Moving my face still closer I kiss you on your ear lobe. You tilt your head back almost imperceptably and sigh. A sigh that encourages me to continue as I work my lips down your chin. I allow my hands to drift up your arms, before sliding down your body to your hips. Our bodies now pressed tightly against one another. In one deft move I spin you around. I kiss you forcefully and I am surprised that you kiss me back with equal passion. Your hands claw at my back pulling me closer. More aggressive. I sweep the balls away before I forcefully I push you back against the so that you are lying against the green fabric. Your hair tumbles over the pool table, send me into a wave of passion. My hands slide down your thighs, prizing them apart. I slide them still higher. Fingers sliding inside your panties, they are already moist. I pull them manfully to one side. Your hands grab at the bulge in the front of my trousers. Stroking my manhood through the fabric of my jeans. It is almost painful as I feel myself pressed against the tight denim fabric. You almost seem to read this as you allow your hands to unfasten the belt and begin to unbutton the jeans. I the waste band to my jeans and tug them down manfully. "You want this?" I whisper as I lean close to you. You don't respond and I take that as a positive side. I line the head of my cock up with your pussy. I pause for an instant and my hand grabs for the remote control that lies on the side of the table. There is a brief look of confusion as I fumble throught the channels. For an instant I stop at a football game and I see a look of frustration building inside you. But then I change the channel once more. Suddenly the TV explodes with the image of a couple fucking on a sofa, it is one of the porn channels. My cock quivers with excitement and I thrust powerfully inside you. My entire strentght going into that first thrust. Almost as it I am trying to split you in two. I feel your legs wrapping around me, behind my back. Pulling me closer. Leaning and arching my pack to get the perfect angle as your ankles move higher up my body, deepening the penetration. The room is filled with the sounds of moaning and fucking as the TV intermingles with the sounds of our passion. You pussy is now deliciously wet, dripping all over the pool table. It is so fucking tight. I feel ever squeeze that you make. Fuck me I beg. As the actors on the screen scream in exagorated pleasure I find my cock exploding deep inside you as I feel your tight pussy quivering all around me.

Silk scarf

I pick up the silk scarf, on hand holding it tightly and the other with an almost open palm that allows the material to almost flow across it as I pull it gently with the other hand. The material is so light, so soft that it almost tickles as it snakes across my hands. Sliding across with the merest hint of friction. I imagine what it would feel like to be wrapped around a wrist. Holding someone tightly and get gently to something, perhaps a bed or chair. Leaving them unable to resist. At there mercy of another person. Unable to resist whatever pleasures are offered to them....

Lesson time

Sarah sat in the physic lesson and listened. She sometimes felt as though her teacher was talking only to her. The class of seventeen year old often seemed disinterested in physics, but even if he had just been reading out the phone book she would have listened. He would fix his dark soulful eyes upon hers for what seemed like an eternity before lowering them to the floor or scanning the rest of the students. And she would always return that gaze. “What is form of energy is associated with friction?” Sarah loved the way he taught his lessons. And she knew the answer to this question. She brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face and raised her hand slightly; then, changing her mind, she folded her arms and stared at the desk. Brian bent down and tried to catch her gaze. “Do you know, Sarah?” he asked gently, a hopeful tint to his baritone voice. Sarah looked up and wrung her hands out before her, “Heat?” “Correct!” Brian beamed Sarah rested back against her chair and she felt a slight warm in her cheeks. She hoped no-one else could notice her blushing. Hoped that no-one else was looking at her, except for him. She knew there was a certain kind of friction that she would love to experience with this particular teacher. She continued listening to the soothing, velvet voice of her teacher. Sarah continued to study his face as he talked, she found herself wondering what he would look like without those glasses. Wondering why he didn’t wear contacts. He had such wonderful eyes. Suddenly she noted that he hadn’t blinked for what seemed to her to be an unnaturally long period. It was as if she were talking only to him and this caused the corner of her lips flickered up in the hint of a smile. She could have sworn that he smiled back at her. She felt her heart miss a beat before her eyes fell quickly to the floor again. Brian, with a small start, suddenly realised he’d stopped talking. Running his eyes over the students he could see that only one of them seemed to be paying any attention. He knew teachers were suppose to avoid having favourites, but still. Then, with a cruel shrillness, the bell rang out loudly. Several students jumped awake. Brian leapt to his feet as people began to quickly gather their bags. A stream of students poured out of the classroom and Sarah filed past them, trying to blend into the crowd. As she passed him she decided to say something. “Bye, Sir,” Sarah mumbled, pushing another stray curl of dark hair behind her ear as she passed him to the door. “Good bye, Sarah,” Brian said with an affectionate smile, “Have a nice weekend.” As she was leaving she herd a voice. “Wait a moment Sarah….Can I have a word in private.” “Sure” “There is a local physic project competition. I was wondering if you would like to get involved. It would mean a bit of work outside of school, but there are some good prizes and it might impress a prospective university….I might need to give you a bit of extra coaching. You don’t have to agree now, but is it something you want to do? ” “Yes I am definitely interested”, She responded. “Great” he said as he handed her a leaflet. She smiled at his and hurried from the classroom. AS she walked down the corridor she read the leaflet and although she was not really interested in the prizes she was certainly interested in spending time with him. She pictured the two of them together spending hours discussing it, they way he could make her laugh. *** She agreed to the project and found herself often staying behind after class. The two of them seemed to get on really well. She was in awe of his knowledge and intelligence and he admired her enthusiasm. Often when they sat together she could almost feel the warmth of his body. One Friday afternoon the corridors were empty, as both teachers and pupils had gone home to begin enjoying the weekend. The sky outside was grey, cloaked in rolling dark clouds. Occasionally streaks of lightning flashed across the sky. Sarah didn’t particularly want to walk home in the heavy downpour. She sat on Brian’s desk, her eyes on the menacing sky – Brian’s eyes on her. A silence had fallen between them as they simply sat and listened to the rain viciously pound against the windows. There was an awkward silence between the two of them. There seemed to be nothing for either of them to say. Sarah was contented to gaze into Brian’s eyes. He took his glasses off and began to polish them his attention seemed to be fixed upon his glasses, but he looked glanced quickly across at Sarah, before averting his eyes. She could feel her pulse quickening. Sarah watched Brian the way his hand seemed to be almost frantically wiping his glasses. “I…” Sighed Brian. “Yes…?” “I… better take you home – there’s no way you’re walking in this rain.” She sat into his car. It was bigger than expected, being bright red and rather sporty in style. He opened the door to the car open for her and she eased herself into the car, she almost sank into the seat which seemed to be so low compared to other cards. As they fastened their seatbelt there hands accidentally brushed against one another for the briefest of instance. Sarah felt the warm of his powerful hands against hers; it felt like a bolt of lightning flowing up her arm and into his chest. She wanted his hand to take hers in his. However he swiftly pulled his hand away and mumbled a brief apology. They drove to her home and neither of them spoke. He had put some music on, it was modern not the sort of thing she expected most of the teachers were interested in. Sarah was more interested in him. Although she pretended to look nonchalantly out of the window she periodically looked across at him. Brian found himself thinking as he drove home in the lashing rain. He had felt a steadily growing attachment to Sarah. It was not just that he thought she was beautiful young lady. She was also smart and kind. So many of the women he met seemed cynical and hard-bitten, yet she seemed somehow fresh and innocent. Would it be wrong to do anything? It is not like she was a child. She was seventeen, old enough to be making her own choices. She had probably had other boyfriends, the way he heard the girls at the canteen talk about boys he was almost certain. Yet he knew that society would not approve. To do anything could cost him his job. What if he made an advance and she reported him? He knew he would have to be careful. If she hadn’t been his student he wonder what he would have done. Asked her out on a date, or invited her to his place for a coffee? He found himself thinking about her more often. At Monday morning registration, Sarah’s form tutor handed her an envelope. This was not something that she expected to receive, in fact she had never received an envelope before but her name was clearly written up on it. The handwriting of the name was familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. “This note came for you in the register tray, Sarah,” she said. Curious, Sarah tore open the envelope. Inside there was a folded piece of paper that read: Meet me in the classroom after school; there is something I need to discuss. She instantly recognised that it was Brian’s handwriting, although he had not used his normal red pen. Smiling, Sarah pocketed the note, a tight ball of anticipation knotting in her stomach. She even kept the envelope as anything from him was important. Maybe he just wanted to talk about her progress on the project; in truth she hadn’t really done much work recently. But maybe it was something else. The various thoughts that filled her head made it difficult to concentrate on the day-to-day lessons. She found herself willing the end of the day to come as soon as possible. All the lessons seemed to drag. Finally the bell rang, signalling a brief freedom. Sarah’s heart fluttered with a sense of anticipation. She waited a few minutes and then slowly headed towards the classroom. The door was shut and she felt almost unable to move. She looked up and down the corridor. There were still a few students wondering around. Nervously she knocked upon the door. The familiar voice commanded her to enter. She walked into the classroom. He was sat on the front desk his legs swung nonchalantly; he seemed somehow more relaxed than he did in lessons. His skirt sleeves were rolled up to his reveal his bare forearms. The seemed to be powerful and yet gentle. She walked towards him, but stopped a reasonable distance away from him. She hoped that he wanted what she wanted but she couldn’t be sure. “You wanted to see me sir?” Sarah stammered as feelings of nervous excitement coursed through her veins. “Hi Sarah!” He said with a faint smile on his face. “School has ended. Please call me Brian”. “Brian” It sounded so unfamiliar to be using his name, “…ummm…you wanted to see me. Is it about work?” “No”, he responded as he swung himself off the table and walked towards her. “I am very fond of you…I know you shouldn’t have favourites, but we all do. It is hard being a teacher sometimes…” She was unable to concentrate on what she was saying; she was too lost in the comment that he was fond of her. Images of the two of them together entered her mind. “Sarah - I like you as more than just a pupil”. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt a huge smile explode onto her face. He edged slowly towards her, his eyes fixed upon her. He lent towards her, his face only an inch away from hers. Knock. Knock. Someone was at the door. For an instant he looked strangely flustered. The door opened, Sarah turned around and saw the principle enter the room. “I wanted to talk to you before you leave for the evening”. “Yes I will be right there” replied Brian. He turned towards Sarah and added, “thank you for coming to see me, shall we continue Friday afternoon”. “Yes sir.” She replied. “Goodbye” He added as nodded in the direction of the door. She lay on her bed later that evening, fantasying about what could have happened. What did he mean? Did he mean that she was a just a friend. Or perhaps. Perhaps there was something more. Sometime the way that she looked at her, the way he seemed to hang on her every word. She slipped her hands between her legs as she pictured what he might want with her. For several weeks he had been her main masturbatory fantasy. It was hard for the both of them to concentrate throughout the rest of the week. During the lessons, their eyes wouldn’t leave each other. The rest of the class didn’t seem to notice as, on occasion, their teacher’s voice would drift off into silence as he completely forgot where he was. Both of them knew that Monday had marked an important moment. A line had been crossed and they were both carried along by the inevitability of what had been shared. Yet they both knew they had to be careful. Neither of them yet quite sure what the other wanted. So they had to rely on shared smiles and overly long glances. Hoping that the other one understood what they wanted. Physic was the last lesson on Friday. She had snuck out of class in the lesson before physics she had snuck out to the ladies. She used the time to apply some make up and make sure she looked presentably. Hopefully no-one would notice she had gone missing. Brian felt a surge of disappointment as Sarah did not appear in the physic lesson. He wondered what had happened. Had he made a mistake that would end his career? As he taught the lesson to a bunch of disobedient teenagers his mind raced. However all he had really done was offer her some extra tuition and sent her a note. He hadn’t even touched her. Yet. The class streamed out the door. Brian remained at his desk and decided he would mark some work before heading home. As he scribbled on a piece of paper he heard the sound of someone entering the room. She was standing at the door. She closed the door behind her. She looked somehow older than she normally did. Slowly, she and Brian approached each other, seemingly reading each other’s thoughts. It was time they broke down those barriers, and submit to what they both wanted. Sarah reached out to stroke Brian’s cheek. Although he was clean-shaven she felt the hint of stubble, it was wirer rather than fluffy. He was different from the boys she had been with before; he was a real man. He struggled to suppress a shiver coursed through him at the contact. He skin felt soft and delicate. He kissed her hand and pulled her closer, gently catching her mouth with his own. They could both feel blood pumping vigorously through their veins as adrenaline flooded their bodies. Both of them knew it was wrong, but they just didn’t care. Sarah let Brian’s lips massage her own, almost unsure exactly what to do. She felt him slowly part his lips and deepen the kiss, his tongue invading her willing mouth. Cautiously, she returned the gesture, uncertain at first, then with equal passion. It felt as though she was melting inside. Brian broke away. A shuddering sigh escaped Sarah’s lips – but she became suddenly afraid that he was going to say something awful: that what they were doing was wrong and had to stop. But those dreaded words never game. “Are you OK with this?” His rich voice asked. She nodded in response. He walked to the windows and pulled the blinds closed, then he pulled a key out of his pocket and locked the classroom door. He grabbed her, wrapping her slender frame in his powerful arms and kissed her again. This time it was more powerful and more certain. Both of them knew this is what they wanted. His hands began to rub her forearms, moving up towards her shoulders. He pulled his lips away from hers and she felt a hunger deep inside her. She wanted him to kiss her again. He moved his body behind her he softly caressed her shoulders, massaging them as if to remove tension. Every moment helping her to feel more comfortable with what was happening. Then almost without her noticing his moved round and began unbuttoning her blouse, ever so carefully. She felt Brian’s body pressed to hers and he rolled the blouse slowly off her shoulders. Letting her blouse drop to fall to the floor, he pulled her hair to one side and began kissing the side of her neck. She sighed, leaning back into his embrace. Although she was nervous she seemed strangely relaxed to be standing in front of her teacher wearing just a bra. Brian began trailing his lips down Sarah’s neck, kissing gently. She moaned quietly, her breathing laboured, as she curled her fingers in his hair. Her hands her shaking and took her hand in his. His hands felt big and strong, strangely reassuring. She pulled his hand towards the top of his shirt. The top button was already undone. Her hands shook at she unbuttoned his shirt. Slowly she undid each of the buttons in turn, revealing his chest with a hint of hair. She worked down and as she undid the lower buttons she revealed his belly button and the trace of hair that ran from down into his trousers. She pulled the shirt of his body and it revealed his body. Despite the fact that he was in a teacher he was in great shape. His body was not hugely muscular but it was obviously toned from years at the gym and on the sports field. In fact he looked better than the basketball players she and her girlfriends occasionally watched playing shirts and skins. He pulled the shirt off and allowed it to drop to the floor. His stomach was flat and firm with the hint of a six-pack. “You look so beautiful” He said as he stood back and admiring ran his eyes over her body. “You too” She replied. “I want you!” “Me too!” He kissed her again and she allowed her body to melt into his. She shuddered slightly as he placed his hands upon her stomach and began to move them upwards. He cupped her breasts in his hand and with his thumb he began to circle her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra with his thumb. This caused it to grow harder to his touch. His hand slipped behind her back, sliding along her bra strap. With one hand he grabbed the clasp of her bra and unfastened it. In one motion he pulled the bra off and dropped it to the floor. He took an instant to admire her young body. She was trim and in excellent shape, her adolescent breasts were firm and her perfectly formed pink nipples pointed upwards. Apart from the faint pink marks where the bra straps had cut into her skin she was as he had imagined her. He bent forwards placing his head between her breasts as he began to kiss the middle of her chest, then he moved his mouth towards her left breast. The trail of his mouth traced with dozens of little kisses. Goosebumps snaked over her skin at his touch and she gasped as she felt his warm mouth at her breast. His tongue flicked gently at her nipples, circling them. She felt his hands exploring her body. Touching her places and ways she had never been touched before. Running over the small of her back, moving in small circles that caused her to purr with pleasure. Unlike the boys she had been with he moved slowly, responding to her every reaction. “Oh God, Sarah, I want you…” “Brian…!” was all she could manage to breathe. He wrapped both his hand around her waist and began to walk forwards, pushing her back against his desk. All the while he kissed her powerfully. She came to a halt as the back of her legs collided with his desk. With one hand he released her and swept the papers on the desk onto the floor. He continued to press against her, pushing her back onto the desk. Pushing her back so that she was led over his desk, he smothered her with kisses. Her head dangled over the edge of the desk. She felt slightly blood flowing to her head, adding to the feelings. His tongue explored her breasts, circling them in ever decreasing circles. She willed his tongue towards her nipples, now so hard it was almost painful. But he stopped and instead moved his tongue down her body, circling her belly button. He pulled her legs slightly apart and leaned his body over hers. He kissed her full upon the lips before sliding her tongue inside her mouth. She had discussed previously with her girlfriends the way she was able to make a man excited just by kissing him. It had been something she had always prided herself upon. Although she had only ever been with boys before now. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him towards her, while her tongue swished around inside his mouth. She ran a hand down his side, feeling the muscles of his back which gave him his manly V-shaped physique. His hands held his rested against the desk, bearing the weight of his body. She slipped her hand over his stomach, feeling the grooves of his firm stomach. Her hand explored the thin hairs that ran from his belly button into her trousers. She stroked them with her fingers. She could feel the bulge in the front of his trousers and she allowed her hands to rub the front of his trousers. She slowly undid the zip of his trousers and slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts. His kisses grew more hungry as she took his cock in her hand and squeezed the shaft. She pull her head away from his mouth and with her free hand pushed him off her. He stood up and moved slightly away from her. He wondered if she was having doubts. However she had a wicked smile on her face that allayed any fears. She placed her hands on his hips and moved him in front of the desk. Then she pushed him and he sat heavily upon the desk. He looked at her as she pulled the hair from across her face. She knelt between his legs and he felt a surge of anticipation as she placed her hands upon his knees and pulled them apart. Her hands firstly undid his shoes and carefully removed them, allowing the anticipation to build with each passing moment. Then her hands grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down. He shifted his body slightly so that she could pull them off. She tore them off with a surprising degree of speed and aggression. She ran her hands over his muscular thighs. He sat before him naked apart from his glasses and a pair of boxer shorts. She smiled admiring….She ran her fingers up his legs exploring the muscles of his legs. Relishing as they muscles seemed to tense up and grow firmer to touch. Her fingers strayed onto the fabric of his boxer shorts. Yet she wanted to tease him. Her hands did not move immediately towards the bulge, but instead explored his the top of his thighs and the base of his stomach. Going everywhere but where she knew he wanted her to go. As she looked at him she could see he was begging her with his eyes. Using just her index finger she traced slowly over the bulge in his boxer shorts. He could feel how firm it felt, the way it pulsated as she ran her fingers over it. The faintest damp patch on the very tip of the bulge. Brian let out a moan. Her hand moved up to the waistband of the boxers and she pulled it away from his body and slyly allowed it to snap back against his body. She wanted to see it. She pulled down his boxer shorts to reveal his cock. It seemed strangely beautiful to her. She wanted to touch it. Her fingers brushed lightly against the head, before sliding down the shaft in a rhythmic up and down movement. She broke her gaze away from his cock and looked up at him, he was looking at her intently. She licked her lips; knew what he wanted. She moved her face close to his cock and allowed her tongue to slip out from her between her lips. She began to circle the head of his cock with a swirling rhythmic motion. Then she felt the overwhelming desire to feel him inside her mouth. He looked as she swallowed the head of the cock and sucked upon it with all her strength. He couldn’t believe his luck as this beautiful young creature knelt topless before his sucking his cock. His hands grabbed the side of the desk and he threw his head back. His breathing was growing more ragged and this only made her want to suck him harder. She could feel his pulse from inside her mouth; it was so strong and quick she felt certain he was going to explode. However she didn’t want it to end. Remembering something she had read from a magazine she grabbed his balls and gently pulled them downwards. She could taste the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum in his mouth. As she sucked upon his dick he felt almost unable to control himself. Yet he wanted to get inside more than just his mouth. He wanted to get inside her juicy moist pussy. He wanted to show her the benefits of his experience. To make her moan. He wanted to teacher her more than just physics. He felt himself growing close to the point of no return. She was good; he knew it could not be her first time at this. He bit his tongue in an effort to last a little bit longer. He knew he had to stop her. He place his hands upon the side of her head and gently pulled her head off him. “Your turn,” He said as he struggled to his feet. His face was flushed and we was sweating slightly. Sarah looked at his body and found it seemed to glow. She looked admiring at his body that seemed to look more toned as it glistened slightly. He moved around to the front of his desk drawer and Sarah admired his tight ass as he turned away from her. He pulled out a box of condoms. “I have to have you.” He said, “Get out of your clothes”. His hands tore into the packet. She kicked off her shoes and began to slide off her trousers. He looked eagerly at her black lacy panties. He could believe his luck. “Do a twirl for me”, he said. She turned around and he felt his dick grew even harder at the sight of her firm teenage ass. Unconsciously his hand was pumping furiously on his cock as she turned around slowly. With the other hand he opened the condom wrapper. “Sit upon the desk for me” he asked in a firm and yet commanding tone. She perched gently upon the desk. His hands ran up and down her bare legs. They were soft and smooth to touch. His hands moved up towards the fabric of her panties. With the ball of his thumb he rubbed at the material through the fabric of her panties. The material was already soaking wet. He knew he could not wait any longer. He stood before her and rolled the condom over the shaft of his penis. He looked at her. Naked apart from a pair of dark panties that scarcely protected her modest. Her head was lent slightly over the desk causing her hair to cascade over the side the desk. He legs slightly apart, her pussy provocatively dripping wet with excitement. She lay on the desk as a woman and not a schoolgirl. At yet she was shaking, perhaps from the cold or nerves. Suddenly he was aware that he was also shaking. With one hand he pulled the fabric of her panties to one side. With the other hand he grabbed held the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy. Very gently he pushed inside her, being careful to move himself inside her inch by inch. She was tight. Tighter than he had expected and her pussy was dripping wet. He moved slowly because he was not sure if this was her first time. He slid himself so that his entire length was inside her. He felt her legs wrapping around his back, just above his ass and pulling her close towards him. He grunted as he thrust inside her. Her breathing was shallow as she struggled for breath. With his thumb he rubbed her clit. All the while pumping furiously in and out of her pussy. Occasionally his dick rubbed against her panties and this only enhanced her pleasure. He felt his face growing red with the exertion and his glasses seemed to steam up slightly. He felt her squeezing him with her pussy muscles, with her thighs wrapped behind her back. The sight of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy was exiting him. He heard the sounds of her squealing with delight, her volume increasing with every second. It was exciting him. Yet someone might her. He struggled to place a hand over her mouth whilst continue to pump. She became louder as he felt her thrashing against him. He looked into her eyes and saw her pupils dilating as her eyes seemed to roll back into her head and her whole body quivered massively. With one last massive thrust he allowed himself to explode inside her. Exhausted he collapsed on top of her. They both lay together in the warm glow of their love. He kissed her softly on the cheek. He whispered softly in her ear, “There is so much more I want to teach you”.