by ANDREA SMITH
He returned momentarily with two glasses of wine. I accepted the glass he offered, murmuring my thanks. He took a seat next to me. He raised his glass of wine up, tapping mine.
“Here’s to continuing education,” he said softly, giving me a dazzling, sexy smile.
“Cheers,” I replied.
We both sipped our wine in silence. His arm had moved over to rest against my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. It felt so good to have Taz wrapped around me.
I leaned in against him, loving the warmth of the wine and the headiness of being close. He gently took my glass from me, setting it on the coffee table. He was silent as he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom.
He’d lit the aromatherapy candles. The musky scent of them permeated the room. The soft music was sensual, as was everything else he’d arranged.
He pulled me to him and lowered his mouth to my lips, his tongue tracing the top and bottom, then parting them to allow his tongue to explore. I melted into him, my tongue now dancing with his in perfect rhythm.
“Umm,” I said, “It’s a good thing we both had garlic this evening.”
Taz pulled back and laughed. “I was thinking the very same thing. I gargled like three times.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Let’s proceed with my lesson, Professor.”
“Of course, Ms. Dennison. First, we need some erotic visuals. I need something to make my cock stand on end. I want you to undress for me, but I want you to take your time in doing so. Any questions?”
“I understand,” I replied, kicking my boots off first.
Taz reclined on his elbows, lying across his bed watching me. He was wearing a pair of grey drawstring sweats and a wife beater tee. His muscles were bulging as his weight was supported by his arms. It was hot.
My fingers lifted the bottom of the sweater, pulling it slowly up and over my head. I let it drop to the floor. I then unzipped the side zipper of my skirt, and shimmied it down over my hips, where it fell into a heap on my feet. I stepped out of it, kicking it aside.
I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my tights and lowered them down, praying my thong wouldn’t go with them and kill the erotic mood. It didn’t. I stepped out of my tights, now standing before him in my black lacy push-up bra, and matching thong.
“More?” I questioned.
“Take your bra off first,” he instructed.
It was a front closure so I unhooked the clasp, shrugging free of it.
“Very nice,” he said softly. “Now I want you to take your hands and very slowly, very gently, I want you to massage your breasts. I want you to bring your nipples to erection without touching them. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
I cupped my breasts with my hands, moving them slowly around underneath, allowing my thumbs to massage each side in a circular motion. My fingers then massaged the front parts, beneath the nipples firmly and methodically. My nipples grew taught and erect.
“Very good,” he said. “Now you may touch and play with your nipples.”
I did as instructed, noting the very nice tingling sensation my own fingers were causing. I rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawing it out.
Taz had one leg bent on the bed, his forearm resting on his knee. His other leg was stretched out. I could see the stiff erection he had going.
“I want you to lower your panties down and off,” he instructed huskily.
Once again, I did as I was told, stepping out of them, standing totally naked to his smoldering gaze.
“Put your fingers in your mouth and get them nice and wet.”
I complied.
“Now, take your fingers and spread the lips of your pussy apart. That’s right,” he said, watching me closely. “Ply the folds with your fingers and lightly rub the hood over your clitoris.”
I did as he said; feeling little sparks of pleasure unfold.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I answered truthfully.
“That’s a good girl,” he soothed.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing with your right hand, Ms. Dennison, but with your left hand, I want you to put your thumb in your bellybutton.”
He’s not serious!
I hesitated, hoping like hell this wasn’t some sort of joke he was playing.
“Trust me,” he said, sensing my reluctance. “I want to show you something.”
I placed my left thumb in my bellybutton.
Now what?
“Take you index finger on that same hand, and where the fingertip lands, I want you to press in, not with the fingernail, but with the pad on the tip of your finger every quarter inch or so above your pubic area. It might take several attempts, but keeping pressing that area until you press a spot that makes you feel like you have to pee.”
I did as he bade, pressing the pad of my finger in several areas back and forth above my pubic area. I finally put a bit more pressure into the push and on the third spot I pressed, bingo!
“Right here,” I said, my eyes widening.
“That’s your G-Spot, Ms. Dennison.”
I was thrilled to know that I had one, though I suspected those times Taz had touched this very area inside, first with his finger, and then with his cock was all the verification I needed.
“Now,” he continued, “I want you to insert the finger of your right hand, while pressing on the outside with your left finger so that you can see what it feels like internally yourself.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “You need to know how to please yourself, first and foremost. Rather than standing, it’s much easier if you come over here and take a position on the bed.”
I walked over and climbed in bed beside him.
Taz lost his sweats and T-shirt in two seconds flat. He stretched out on his side right next to me. I was lying on my back. He leaned over and brought my legs up so my knees were bent.
“I think this is probably the best position. Let me help getting you lubricated, if you have no objections.”
I smiled up at him.
“No objection whatsoever,” I said.
He leaned down and his mouth was immediately on the lips of my pussy. He softly kissed the area with his lips; his tongue gently traced the folds and swirled around my clitoris.
Oh my God!
His mouth and tongue expertly worked my pussy inside and out, just as he’d done that first time. I felt my hips move provocatively in response to what he was doing. I just wanted him to do me: his mouth, his cock, I cared not which, but I wanted it to be him, not me. Taz, I mean Professor Matthews, had other plans.
“There,” he said, “I think you’re well on your way. I want you to do as I instructed and bring yourself to orgasm while I watch.”
He sat back on his haunches, his humungous hard-on just within reach. How was he able to stop like that? I resumed my finger pressing of the external G-Spot area while inserting my index finger inside. I didn’t like the way it felt in there.
Yuck!
I had no issues whatsoever with masturbating my clitoris to climax, but going up inside all of that didn’t appeal to me. It reminded me of searching inside the cavity of a thawed Butterball turkey, groping around for that freaking bag that contains the neck and gizzards, which invariably was at the ass end of the turkey.
I looked at Taz with my best ‘Do I have to?’ look.
Professor Matthews wasn’t giving me an inch, or should I say at least eight of them at the moment.
“You’re going to need two fingers,” he advised flatly.
I grudgingly inserted my middle finger to join my forefinger in this elusive search.
“Relax,” he ordered softly. “Keep pressing on the outside intermittently while the two fingers inside make a motion like this.”
He held two fingers up and made the ‘come here’ motion. I knew that was it! That’s why I’d
coined it his “come hither” move.
I did as instructed, relaxing back and watching him. The fact that he was totally turned on by this started turning me on. I relaxed even more and let my fingers do the walking.
It was no longer grossing me out. My body was responding to my own touch. I was starting to feel pleasure seep in around my fingers. The G-spot was now evident to me from the inside. It was a small raised area. It felt like it had tiny ridges.
Wow!
I continued my “come hither” move while now firmly pressing my fingers in a circular motion on the same area outside. This was feeling freaking great as my tongue traced my lower lip.
My hips were now moving in a circular motion with my hands. I moaned softly.
“That’s it, baby,” Taz said. I looked over at him beneath my lashes.
His hand was firmly braced around his erection, moving up and down on it, matching my own rhythm. I knew that I was ready. I wasn’t sure about him. I increased the tempo of my fingers, and now writhed in pleasure as my orgasm peaked.
I moaned loudly, as I felt my insides pulsate with the release. The warm, clear, liquid spilled out of me onto my hand as I shook with the spasms of my self-induced climax.
I immediately sat up, pushing Taz back. I was going to bring his orgasm to me. I knelt beside him, pushing his hand away as I lowered my mouth to his very large, much engorged cock. I was determined I wasn’t going to do this wrong.
I looked up at his face.
“Trace the length of it with your tongue, baby.”
I did as instructed, allowing my fingers to ply the skin of his scrotum very gently.
“Umm, that’s good,” he said, “Now swirl around it like you would an ice cream cone.”
I did as instructed.
Soon, I didn’t need instructions any longer. I could tell by Taz’s body language and dirty language what he liked. I spread his legs apart, crawling between them facing him. His one arm was crooked underneath his head so that he could watch. I continued tongue swirling and licking the length of his cock.
“I want you to take it all now,” he said.
My hands guided his erection into my mouth, gently pulling it in and out while my fingers massaged it. I went up and down on it, allowing my teeth to gently scrape against it from time to time.
“Oh God, baby,” he rasped. “You better stop. Finish me with your hands.”
There was no way. I wanted to taste him. I continued on, ignoring his words. I felt the throbbing first. I continued with what I was doing and then it stilled. Seconds later I felt my mouth filled with the warm, salty cum. I swallowed and swallowed until there was no more.
Taz’s hands were in my hair, twisting it as he moaned with the release. He pulled me by the shoulders up on top of him. We kissed like savages. It was surreal.
I lay there on top of him perfectly content. His hands were on my back. His fingers were gently tracing a circular pattern on my skin. I finally perched my head on my hand looking into his now very green eyes.
“Well, Professor, how did I do?”
“Excellent performance, Ms. Dennison. Would you care to stick around for some extra credit?”
chapter 20
It was after 2:00 in the morning when I quietly let myself in the house. I needed to get my ass to bed. Bryce would be up early and, even though Slate was great about getting him changed and fed before he left for work, the two of them made enough noise to wake the dead.
I peeled my clothes off, throwing a T-shirt on to sleep in.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I found my skin cleanser and rinsed my face, then squeezed the foaming gel into my hands to massage into my face. I cupped my hands with water splashing it over my face to rinse. As I turned my face to the side to grab a hand towel, I spotted it.
Holy mother of Christ, I have a huge hickey on my neck!
Taz and I had pretty much fucked for two hours after my lesson in self-fulfillment. I thought back to which time might have led to the hickey.
It must have been when we were in the chair in his living room. He had me on his lap, facing him, riding his cock up and down. Taz was extremely intense when he climaxed. I recalled him kissing my neck roughly as he came, amongst other things. He was quite verbal as well. I blushed, thinking about the words he used when he talked dirty to me.
At least it’s winter time. I was fairly certain I could locate a turtleneck or two in that closet to wear for the next couple of days until it disappeared.
I climbed into bed, totally spent, exhausted and energized at the same time. How weird was that?
I tucked the covers up under my chin and relaxed against my pillows. I bit my lower lip and smiled, reflecting on our evening as teacher and student. It was hot. It had even been a little bit intimate.
As much as Taz would reject the idea, I had the feeling he just might be taking a bit of a shine to me. We’d relaxed on his bed, totally exhausted and spent, trying to get our heart rates back to normal.
I recalled how he pulled me against him with one arm. He planted soft little butterfly kisses on the damp skin of my neck and shoulders. His face had nuzzled against me, and he’d whispered, “I want to ravish you.”
It brought fresh goose bumps to my skin just remembering it. I needed to put those carnal memories out of my head, or I would never fall asleep.
Just before I drifted off to sleep, it occurred to me that I hadn’t called Kyzer back. I made a mental note to do that first thing tomorrow, once Slate had left for work.
For whatever reason, it seemed to get on Slate’s nerves that Kyzer and I talked a couple of times each day. He felt the need to eavesdrop and then roll his eyes. I would see Kyzer in five days. I was looking forward to it.
Darcy picked me up around noon on the 12th. We had only spoken on the phone a couple of times since the night of the Christmas Eve gathering. She, of course, knew about my grandfather’s passing and had sent flowers to the funeral home in Indianapolis.
Apparently, Darcy had struck up a relationship with Darin that had consumed the bulk of her time over the holiday break. I sensed she dreaded going back to Charlottesville. I knew I would get filled in on all the details during the two hour drive back to school.
Slate had been forced to take a couple of days off from his stint as an agent, something he didn’t like to do on short notice. He and Bryce were flying to Indianapolis so that Bryce could stay with Mom until she finished up with the estate legalities there.
He loaded my suitcase into Darcy’s car, while I held Bryce and covered his sweet little baby cheeks with kisses. Slate shut the lid of the trunk, taking Bryce from me.
“Lindsey, call me when you get there, okay? I’ll have my cell with me at all times. Your car is ready to be picked up at the police impound in Charlottesville. They know the circumstances, so you won’t have to pay a fee or anything for them storing it in the impound lot while you’ve been gone. If there should be any problem with that, call me, got it?”
“I will,” I said. “Tell Mom I’ll call her tomorrow night, okay? I’m going out with Kyzer tonight, so it’ll be too late to call after that.”
Slate frowned for some unknown reason. I wasn’t sure what his deal was with Kyzer. They had only met briefly the one time and he seemed to have been okay with him then. It was since Granddaddy passed away that he seemed bugged about Kyzer.
“I’ll do it,” he said. “Damn, I wish she’d get home.”
“I know. Thanks for making her happy.”
He gave me a hug which was so not like Slate—with me anyway. I knew he felt weird about the words we had on Christmas morning. I felt we had resolved the issue.
“You behave, Lindsey. You too, Darcy.”
Darcy gave him one of her dazzling smiles and nodded as I got into her car. Slate stood there with Bryce in his arms, watching us as we pulled out of sight.
“God, your step-daddy is hot, girl,” she said. “I
f he were my step-daddy, I believe I would misbehave just so he’d spank me,” she giggled.
“Well, I did kind of piss him off on Christmas morning,” I admitted. “He was in my face because of something I said to my mother.”
“Really? That doesn’t sound like you, Lindsey. I can’t imagine you spouting off to your mom at all.”
“They were pissed because I was out nearly all night.”
“Shut the fuck up! You and I need to talk. What the hell was that about?”
I tried to act nonchalant about it, knowing that Darcy was going to come apart when I told her. I relished being able to deliver my good news to her.
“Darcy, I’m happy to inform you that I finally had my V-card stolen.”
She burst into a fit of laughter, having to pull her car over to the curb. Clearly, it was not the reaction I’d expected from my BFF.
She finally composed herself and turned to me. “I think you meant to say ‘swiped,’ didn’t you?”
“Swiped…stolen, same thing, isn’t it?”
She shook her head, still giggling. “It’s swiped, like the way they swipe a credit card when you buy something?”
“Well, whatever,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively. “The important thing is that I’m no longer a virgin.”
She pulled back into traffic and looked over. “Okay, so do I get to know who?”
“It was Taz.”
“That’s pretty much what I figured,” she replied. “The chemistry between you two is fairly obvious.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. I knew you wanted to fuck him and told you just as much at Thanksgiving. Spill the details now.”
I filled her in on the particulars and watched as her eyes widened during specific parts of the story. When I finished, she turned to me.
“So, what you’re basically telling me here is that you and he are fuck-buddies?”
“Were fuck-buddies,” I said, emphasizing past tense. “It was a wonderful learning experience for me. Now I can focus on a relationship and not be worried about coming across as some novice.”
