The Guidance Counselor (OPEN. pls PM me with your response)

Bianca Russo had recently graduated from the local university, and was immediately offered a job at the nearby high school. She would be the new guidance counselor to the students. She was very excited at this new opportunity, but was tired of people telling her she was too young and attractive to be surrounded by hormonal teenage boys, and that she needed to be careful. They would take advantage of her.

She sat at her desk, studying the student schedules and extra curricular activities she might be able to recommend to a lonely or bored student. She crossed her long legs under her desk, stretching her tight black skirt around her firm ass. She had her arms crossed at her desk, and her thick black glasses sitting next to her name tag which read "Ms. Russo". Her 34 C breasts were pressed tightly under her cream collared shirt, and her strawberry blonde hair was twisted up, held by a pen.

"Henry Malone," she read, waiting for her next appointment to come up. She had seen Henry in the halls before, but he specifically requested to see her today. She knew that Henry recently broke up with his popular girlfriend, Madison, because she wouldn't sleep with him after the homecoming dance. He apparently needed counseling in order to work on his hormones since he loved his girlfriend and needed to understand where she was coming from. Madison had been in earlier that week to explain everything. The poor girl was adamant about discretion, which was Ms. Russo's specialty.

Disciplined Ms. Russo knew she could certainly help shed some light on this hormonal teen boy's situation.

Henry Malone had been sitting in a chair in the central office of the school for a few minutes before Ms. Russo called him in. He hoped she could help, he'd specifically asked for her because he needed a woman's perspective on the whole situation. Though as he saw her, sitting behind her desk, full breasts pressing into her top, he began to hesitate a little. She was very attractive, hell all the boys in school talked about her.

He swallowed, then sat across from her desk.

"Hi Ms. Russo. This might be a little out of the ordinary, but I need your help. I love Madison, but she's pretty uptight and reserved, sexually I mean."

Henry felt the blush creeping up his face and pointedly looked at the floor while he continued.

"I don't think she knows how hard it can be for me. I mean, I want to be with her, you know. But she wont do anything, I can't even talk her into a handjob, much less going all the way. I'd like your help, I'm willing to wait for her to be ready, but, well, I've got to learn to control my urges."

His eyes locked with hers, earnest and hoping the very pretty guidance counselor could lend some advice to him.

Henry looked like a man. He was built like one already. Buff, broad shoulders, and a deliciously deep voice. Bianca was surprised at how quickly she ignored her inhibitions enough to fantasize breifly about this young boy.

"Hi Henry," she paused, her gaze violating his young body. "Well, you need to understand it means a lot to a girl. Sex does. And girls aren't always ready until they become women," she explained carefully. She understood that he needed to get the subject out of his system. If sex wasn't so taboo for these young kids, maybe they would learn how to control their urges and not indulge whenever they had the opportunity. "I want you to be completely open with me, Henry." She explained, leaning forward on her desk. She noticed he was staring at her, and followed his gaze to her round breasts resting on her desk, pushing her cleavage plainly into view. She saw him gulp. She decided not to address it and instead leaned back in her seat. "How long have you and Madison been together? Have you talked about it much? Do you talk about sex with your parents?" she asked question after question, trying to distract herself from this young, popular, fit, athletic man who must be posing as a student. How could he be extracting all these fantasies out of such a disciplined young woman?

Henry lost himself for a bit in Ms. Russo's cleavage. Her breasts were large, not huge, but definitely bigger than any of the girls in school. He wasn't sure if she noticed him staring or not, but she sat back and his mind managed to refocus a little.

"Madison and I, um, seven months give or take. Depending on when you start counting that is. We've talked about it, but I don't think she likes discussing it with me. I'm probably too insistent on the subject, and I imagine it's a little offputting. As for my parents, yes, we've talked about it and responsibility and being careful. I've been trying not to rush into this and do something stupid."

Henry had met Ms. Russo's gaze again, he had a sudden vision of her without that top, smiling at him, just fondling her breasts. The fantasy caused an instant full blown erection in his pants.

"Hmm," she thought. "Have you consider self stimulation? Most boys do it to relieve themselves a little. It's not as good as the real thing, but it gets the job done," she giggled, obviously treading the line between appropriate and inappropriate. She didn't know what it was about Henry, but she felt aroused and couldn't help but think about his virginity. She thought about the facial expression he would make upon entering a woman for the very first time. She felt herself get a little moist, and discreetly reached her hand down between her legs and under her skirt as Henry spoke.

Henry blushed when she mentioned self stimulation, but her soft laugh eased some of his distress. This was a safe place, he could talk a little here.

"Yeah, um, frequently. It just, never seems to take the hunger away you know? Like, it helps when the urge gets so strong you can't help it, but it's a temporary thing. Like the kid with his fingers in the dike story. It helps a bit, but also makes me want the real thing."

He could feel the redness receding from his face the more they talked. Ms. Russo was very easy to talk with. Probably why she became a counselor.

"I was hoping you might have some suggestions, anything really would be a help at this point."

"Talking about it helps," she said. "I am really open to talking," he looked at her as if he didn't believe her. "I mean, I lost my virginity in high school, but before that I was so hormonal, and I masturbated all the time. It gets addicting. Just don't let it get in the way of your school work," she said as she reached in her drawer. She pulled out a pamphlet on "self discovery" and handed it to him.

Henry tried not to have his eyes bug out too much when Ms. Russo mentioned masturbating. The image he got was quite intoxicating. He forced his mind to clear a bit then took the pamphlet she offered.

"Thanks."

His fingers touched hers, sending another surge of blood to his cock. Her skin was soft. Very soft.

"Part of me thinks when my hormones balance out there will be a huge drop in tissue stock."

He was sure his erection was totally visible, and he blushed again a little as he adjusted it before standing.

"So, I'll see you again tomorrow? You say talking helps, and you're right, you're very easy to talk to."

Bianca giggled at his semi inappropriate joke. Henry flashed a brilliant smile, and stood up. Bianca's eyes darted to the erection pressing against his jeans, widening at the sight. He followed her shocked gaze and could not pretend it wasn't there. It was incredibly evident that this well endowed young man was pitching a tent in her very, private office.

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The next day, Ms. Russo was at her desk, typing at her keyboard clicking through schedules when there came a knock on her door.

"Oh, hi Henry. Back for another session already?" she asked, signing his slip and giving him a big smile. "How did it go last night? Any relief at all?" she asked, half joking. He smiled at her and walked over to the familiar chair, sitting again.

Bianca fingered her strawberry blonde curls that she wore loose today, playing with her hair as if she was in high school again. "What would you like to talk about today?" she asked. A look of urgency swept over his face, and she knew he needed to tell her something.

Henry actually had a swell of pride for the rest of the day. He'd seen Ms. Russo glance at his groin, and Henry was aware he was pretty well endowed. It was a source of embarrassment at times, but he never tried to make a deal of it.

That night as he was laying on his bed stroking himself into an erection he was thinking of Ms. Russo. Her laying on her desk, legs spread, masturbating herself with those lovely soft fingers. He sped up, imaging her eyes closed, lips in a soft "O" as she got closer and closer. With a grunt he reached climax, his cock erupting into the fist of tissues he'd held over the end of his cock and soaking them completely. It took him a minute to come down from the high, but when he did he was still hard thinking about her.

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The next day he hurried to Ms. Russo's office at the appointed time. Her hair was down today, it framed her face nicely.

"Well, some relief I guess. But, well, it didn't really go down that much. I mean, nothing I should go to the doctor for, but well, anytime I think about you I get really hard."

He was blushing again, but he needed to be honest.

"You're really hot, I mean, of course you know that, but, I don't know. I guess I was hoping you had some advice for this kind of situation?"