In my senior year my boss, a woman 8 years older than me, at the ice cream parlor and I would go out after work. She would not let me fuck her, just feel her up and get incredibly hard. The teasing drove me wild. After hours of this cat-and-mouse play in her convertible, she relieved me by jerking me off, very roughly rubbing my stiffie through the exterior of my work pants, until I came inside my tidy whities. She left _carpet burns_ on my dick. It mixed this weird combo of intense desire, frustration, relief and pain together in my head. Then the night came I finally got her pants off at her apartment. She had her period so it was look, don't touch. 17 and I thought I was going to explode, the smell of sex so close and I was allowed to do nothing about it. An absolute tease, she had me fuck the shag carpet for relief. Again, carpet burns. I can still smell her, still feel the pain on my dick, my longing, her steady patience and denial. I was never allowed to enter her. I am so thankful for her initiation and teaching. She taught me to be a good sub, to want what I cannot have, to get excited by what I am not allowed to touch. She broke my balls and totally pussy whipped me, all while I thought I was coming of age. I think that ever since other women could see it in me, that I was something for them to dominate and play with, tease and deny. It's been 40 years, but just thinking about Denise still makes me hard, makes me want to worship her pussy and give myself to her to play with.