... and then Lu talks blue

Paul felt some relief as Lu some relief. "So, Lu, what's the difference between sex and love?"

"My, aren't you the curious boy! Well ... our culture tends to be very coarse and aggressive about sex, it's always about 'going for it' or 'nailing' some girl, and we even use 'fuck' as a term of ****, like when we say 'Fuck you,' we're not exactly inviting someone to lovemaking, now, are we?"

For all her charms, Paul was especially struck by her simple power of being able to use her pleasant classy voice to say 'fuck" with such ease and enthusiasm. Not even in his fantasies had he dared to imagine Miss Wilson -- now Lu -- talking like this.

"But as for your making love ... that's about being gentle and tender with a girl."

"It is?" Paul was confused. Certainly this had been none of his experience thus far.

"Oh yes, girls love that." Lu sighed deeply and gazed up at him with what seemed to be a starry-eyed dreaminess. "Let's make love, Paul!"

Paul tried to take her cues on being gentle, but after just a few minutes of kissing she broke away and gasped "Paul, now, get me on the desk now."

"Sure." He obeyed.

"Great! And now ram your cock into me."

This was a drastic change of tone. "Now? Right now?"

"Yes, Paul, please, just ram it in!"

Paul did indeed learn love, inasmuch as he loved fucking Lu, but if anything Lu swiftly became quite ferocious, and perhaps even a little Americanized, as she cried out "FUCK ME, PAUL, FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE FUCKING MONSTER COCK! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER -- OH YEAH!" He could tell as Lu experienced her own sequence of hard-thumping orgasms as she clung to him, and then had to withdraw and found himself pulsing his manseed all over her upper body. It was curious to see how much of her tits he could "paint" with his cum, and he did feel a little like some X-rated Jackson Pollock.

He took a deep breath as he stood back. He wasn't going to even bother going to his final class, opting instead to go straight to his locker to call it a day.

"Oh, Paul?" purred a wild-haired jizz-spattered Lu. "I would love you to come to my place tonight so that I can teach you more about love."

"I was surprised to hear you use those words today," he tried to deflect.

She giggled. "Where do you think those words first came from!?"

It was all a lot for him to process. "Not tonight," he decided, without even really being sure why. "Maybe some night, just ... not tonight." He straightened himself up and left.