Summer School
5
They were both leaning against the headboard, she recovering from the orgasm he had given her and he was relaxing next to her although his manhood was still at half half-mast.
“Am I too aggressive?” She asked.
“No, I don’t think so.” he answered. “You know, we talked about this before. I think you just…well, you’re honest, make it clear what you want. I like that. I don’t have to guess or wonder. I hope you’re always that open with me. I’ll try to be the same for you. Once I get used to it.”
“What’s there to get used to?’ She asked him.
“Well.” He thought a minute, “All of my life, except when I was alone and in my own head, I’ve had to be what I was supposed to be, act right, speak right. Conduct myself properly. You know?” he sighed. “That ‘being what I was supposed to be’…. It’s like a cloak I wear all the time. A long black monk’s cloak, hood and everything. I must wear it all the time, except when I am here, alone, writing, so no one can see what’s inside. Under the cloak. And I’ve been wearing it so long…” He looked out the open window wistfully and said softly, “I’ve been inside it so long that when you came along, someone who says they want to see the real me and not just the one they think I am or the one they want me to be…. Well, it might take me a while to find all the buttons so I can open this cloak and take it off. I think I have forgotten where all the buttons and snaps are and how many there are. It may take me a while. But I’ll try.”
She put her hand on his chest.
“You have to wear it out in the world, just like I have to wear one too,” she said, ” but mine isn’t fastened so tightly anymore and I can take it off when I want to. I would like to help you find all those buttons. Even the hidden ones. If you’ll let me.”
I’ll try.” He said. “I think I can trust you.”
“I hope you do.” She answered. Eryaman Rus Escort “I would like to see what’s under there. The real you, not the one you think I want to see.”
“But right now…”
Her finger traced down his chest, done over his stomach, down the inside of his thigh and then back up, touching her fingertip to the underside of this dick. It had started awakening when her finger started its slow trip and became fully erect with her touch. She ran her fingertip around and over it as it jerked with her touch.
She gripped the hard shaft with two fingers and her thumb and moved from the base slowly to the tip, tightening the pressure as she moved up until at the base of his wider head, she squeezed a clear, thick drop from its tip.
Rubbing her finger in it, she slowly spread it over the head.
Gripping and stroking him with her whole hand now, she would squeeze another drop from the tip and spread it down his shaft with each stroke.
He was now flat on his back, having slid down from the headboard a little at a time as she attended to his hard organ, and she changed hands and moved a leg over both his and sat on his upper thighs as she continued to slowly stroke him.
“Do you like this?” She whispered.
“Yes.” He moaned.
“Do you want me to keep doing this?”
“Yes.”
“I hope it still stays hard for a little while.”
She began to move her hand a little faster and, at the same time, slide her butt up his hips until her spread pussy was inches from her cock-filled fist. She stroked him faster and slid closer. She slid right up until his cock was pressed against her spread labia, rubbing up and down his shaft with three fingers.
“Let go. Cum for me, sweetie…..”
That was all he needed as with a loud groan his cock swelled and began pumping thick, Sincan Rus Escort milky content from its tip, onto her belly and pussy and down her thighs. Over and over he sprayed until he was depleted.
Moving forward, she raised her hips above him, lowered them and slid his cock into her wet, dripping pussy.
She slid all the way down at once until he was buried in her.
Pausing, she sat up straight, put her hands on her spread thighs and then slowly began to flex her hips back and forth.
“Do you like this?”
“Oh, yes.” He groaned.
She began to rock a little faster.
“Oh, yes. Staying nice and hard inside me. I like your hard cock deep in me. All I need now is to feel cum inside me.”
As if on command, he did. His cock jerked as it spit another load inside her until it was running from her and she leaned back on her arms, stretching herself until he was finished.
When he was still, she sat up and slowly raised her hips until he slid from her and got off the bed and walked on shaking legs into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth and cleaning him and herself.
She lay down next to him again.
“Listen,” she said. “I warned you sometimes I’m….sometimes I say things….does that put you off? If it does…”
“No.” He answered. “Yes, it’s a different experience for me. In fact I’ve had several new experiences today. But, the things you say…it actually….turns me on more.”
She sighed. “Okay, but if it ever bothers you, let me know. Sometimes I’m just…that way.”
He said, “You’re my teacher. In more ways that one. I don’t want guesswork. If you want something….if I can do something differently to make you enjoy it more, please tell me. I’ll learn.”
“Okay.” She said.
“And,” he continued, “At some point I may be telling you what to Etlik Rus Escort do. Saying things to you. How would you feel about that?”
“Well, we’ll see.” She laughed.
“I’m hungry.” She said. “Can we have something to eat before I have to go? I do need to get back to town.”
“I made a roast a few days ago. We could have sandwiches.” He answered.
“That sounds good. I didn’t notice, do you have a shower? I stink.”
“You smell fine, but yes, there’s a shower ring above the tub.”
She slowly rose from the bed.
“Damn….where did I leave my dress? Oh, in the kitchen. You go get stuff for sandwiches and I’ll shower.”
She walked quickly, naked, through the house and came back with her sundress and panties in her hand and into the bathroom.
He went to the kitchen and got out the roast and sliced it.
After her quick shower, they met in the kitchen and made their sandwiches. He got another beer from the refrigerator and she fixed a glass of iced tea saying she needed to cut back on the beer. They moved to the screened in front porch where it was cooler to eat.
As they ate, she said, “I have an assignment for class for you. I want you to write me an erotic short story and turn it in Friday. That’s just an assignment for you no one else in the class.”
“Okay,” He said. “I’ll give it a shot.”
She swallowed another bite of sandwich and said, “Next week’s classes are going to be interesting. I hope I can keep on track with you sitting there on the front row after the last couple of days.”
“Yes,” he said. “I don’t know if I can pay attention when I think of you naked….when I think of making love to you….”
She took a deep breath and sighed.
“So,” she asked, “do you have plans for next weekend?”
“Well, I sort of do.” He answered.
“Oh.” She said softly.
“I have to work Saturday, but I’m kind of hoping this teacher I met a while back can get free and come spend some time with me…” He said with a smile.
She laughed. “I think she’s kind of hoping the same thing.”
She came to him and kissed him, deeply and long and said,
“I’d better go.”
“I guess so…” He replied.
He watched her as she got in her car and drove away down the dirt road.