Premature education

I was a little kid when she first started to work for my father. She loved me like a child but I was not her child, I was my mother's boy. My father adored every new things that's being introduced to him. He was appointed her as a governess of our lodging house. My mother was the only woman who lived in that house. No other woman was allowed to work, other than my mother, it was my mother's wish. My father was like a liberal democrat always on my mother's side never been against to her. But only about households decision making, mother was the master. The governess was less beautiful than my mother, black little woman, sometimes even I had mistakenly thought, she was a man on a gown. Every evening, she took a break for few hours then started to prepare our meals with our cook. Our cook was a handsome guy, his cooking was famous in our house. In every occasion, our guests graciously visited our house to enjoy his cooking. Well muscled body, tall handsome, tanned skin, black hair and a good well-mannered cook, what else we needed. We had a few gardens, one infront, other in the backside of our house and another in the house with open roof top. It was a beautiful little garden with colourful flowers and fountain. Our house was on hilltop with tall walls like a castle. In our frontline of the house, we had a two way pathway, on the middle, there was a moderate size pond, beautifully designed for our fish, we could even set around to enjoy the fish, surrounded by flowering shrubs, it was magnificent. On our backside of the house, we had our small farm where we produced varieties of vegetables and fruits, nurture our animals, fresh milk, butter, meat and vegetables were always available in our house. My father loved to hunt, so, every now and then he went to his tour with his friends. It was then when I realised that my mother had no interest on my father, it was an arranged marriage but she was interested on our governess. I was surprised the way she treated her. Our governess was a little black lady with a ponytail who wore long gowns, she had small breast with round buttock, narrow waist, sharp nose with big brown eyes, diamond shaped small face with flawless shiny skin, touch of lips on that small face like a petal. She was a black swan for me. I always loved to be with her even when she took a break on the evening. I was only knew that woman was not a man, they were the reason we born, always small in size than man, as smaller as better, I never could've guessed about the otherwise. I was as usually, following her like I always did, when I got the chance to sneak into her room. She went to her bath and wore white, seemed like a weightless cloth, light weighted gown showing her whole black shiny body. Even her nipples were shining like a little pink flower provoking to touch it. I was like a fool, her jaw dropping beauty hypnotised me. I was clearly seeing her every corner of that beautiful body that she tried to cover with her georgette gown like robe. She was laying on her armchair, one of her leg was showing off her thighs, it was really looking gorgeously smooth in texture and her shining shimmery skin were as if asking me to touch her. Her eyes were closed, after a while, she fell on sleep, then I went to her close, couldn't resist the temptation of her breasts, lightly touched them for a while, understanding the shape of it, then slowly but carefully so she couldn't aware in the dark while she was sleeping what was happening, touched her legs, thighs then discovered the intersection point, hair of that area was neatly removed, whenever I touched that spot she was making a sound like a little hummingbird, my interest grew more than before, I was then started to explore it more, her deep breathing was like a tune to my ear, before I left her there, with satisfaction then again, I touched her small thin lips. She was too exhausted that day, probably because of heat. I was relieved that she wasn't awakened by my shaky hand and touch. After that premature educational evening, I couldn't stare her on her eyes. I was day dreaming about her, wetting my pants every now and then. I was ignorant by my desire before, I was wasted so many times about wondering what I was, a man who was going to live alone or a gay who was only interested on man or a loving husband with one woman only or a man with multiple women. I was happy to discover that I was a man with manly desires. When I was busy with my newly discovered puberty, at night I was testing the signals for networking of my man's pride desired girl then I heard loud laughter of a woman, I followed the sound then saw at our secret garden two shadows were lurking underneath the moonlight with a lantern. It was our cook and governess, it was 8.30 p.m. It seemed the dusk was downing upon in our garden. Our cook was using lipstick on her lips but she never used it before or done any makeup, so he was showing her how to do a makeup of her own. Because of her excessive laughter and sweet talks, he couldn't do it. Then he tried to scold her but she was still laughing at him, thence he kissed her, it was a long soft smooch I must say, in between he pressed her breast a little and explored it. Then after his satisfactory humanitarian training, he did a proper makeover of her and ready her for her date. She was getting ready for her date when he suggested to do a makeup but because she didn't know how to do it, he helped her and gave a little premature educational experience of dating. I took a deep breath and sighed from bottom of my heart that my first woman was no longer mine and she never going to know about me and my undying desire for her. However, every night she kept taking premature educational lessons from our cook then used the experiences in her dates and afterwards she got married. But I never could've said a single word about their night shift dating tutorials to anyone or even to my beloved parents.