Absolute Beginners (Absolute #1)

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by S. J. Hooks


  “I don’t date. Dating leads to boyfriends, and I don’t do relationships. I like to keep things simple, you know?”

  “I guess so,” I said, although I really didn’t. I had never considered having sex with someone I wasn’t dating.

  “Stephen?”

  “Yes?”

  “I like fucking you and I like hanging out with you,” she said. “But if that isn’t your sort of thing, that’s perfectly fine.”

  What exactly is she saying? She wants to keep doing this?

  “You…you want to do this again?” I asked her.

  “Sure,” she said with a smile. “You can come by a few nights a week when both of us are free.”

  I thought about what she was offering: physical pleasure with no strings attached. Was such a thing even possible? More important, did I want something like that? I wanted to have sex with her again. And I did like talking to her as well. At least, I did when she wasn’t being argumentative and stubborn. She seemed so different here in her apartment than she did in class, but it didn’t change the fact that she was my student and seeing her privately wasn’t allowed. All my life I had played by the rules, and I’d never thought I would find myself in this position, doing something that put my career at risk. Julia was still holding me around my waist, looking expectantly at me while I struggled to come to the right decision.

  “Look, you don’t have to answer right this second,” she said. “Think about it, OK?”

  I nodded and she reached up again, giving me a quick kiss.

  “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

  I watched silently while she grabbed the pizza and two beers from the refrigerator. She put the box on the bed with some napkins and placed our drinks on the nightstand. All the while, I was still trying to figure out how it would work if I did come back here again another night. Could I really just come by her place and have casual sex whenever it was convenient? I knew this wasn’t how one should treat a woman. But Julia didn’t seem to care at all about stuff like that. She was the one who’d suggested continuing our pleasurable, albeit strange arrangement and while I’d found that I liked that she was so free with her sexuality, it still went against my sense of propriety.

  “Hey.” She interrupted my musings. “You’re thinking way too much about this. Come have some food and just relax for a while.”

  I sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard as she handed me a slice. I secretly wished for a plate, but decided that it was probably best not to say anything.

  “Do you want to watch a movie?” she asked.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “We can watch Kill Bill,” she said with a grin. “Get you up to date on cultural references.”

  “What’s it about?” I asked, taking a careful bite of the pizza, which was very tasty.

  It didn’t go unnoticed by me that whatever Julia provided, whether it was food, drink, or sex, I enjoyed it immensely.

  “It’s an action movie. Sword fights, kung fu, and other stuff like that. I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.”

  “I guess I’ve missed a few things on account of studies and work. Put it on.”

  “Awesome!” she jumped off the bed. “Oh, you’re not squeamish about blood, right?”

  “No, why?”

  “There’s a lot of that in it, and I wouldn’t want to scare you.”

  “I guess I shouldn’t bring a copy of Arachnophobia next time, then, huh?” I teased her.

  Did I just say “next time”?

  “No way, I wouldn’t be able to sleep for a week,” she said, shuddering.

  She found the DVD, and I was thankful that she either didn’t notice my comment about there being a next time, or else simply ignored it. We started the movie, and while it wasn’t one I would have chosen, I liked watching her enjoy it.

  Julia wolfed down half the pizza before the first scene was over, which was impressive given her small size.

  “Wow, you can eat a lot,” I blurted out.

  “I know,” she said. “Thank God I have a killer metabolism. I don’t think I’d ever be able to live off salads.”

  “You don’t exercise?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I do yoga a few times a week, and I’ve taken some dance classes. But I don’t work out like you obviously do.”

  She looked at my body and I shifted nervously under her gaze.

  “Why do you hide that fuck-hot body of yours under those loose-fitting clothes?” she asked. “I never would have guessed that you’re so ripped.”

  “Um, I don’t know, really,” I said, taking a sip of my beer. “I don’t know a lot about, uh, fashion, and I guess I just dress like the rest of the male faculty.”

  “Yeah, but most of them are old enough to be your father, Stephen. I mean, the bowtie?”

  “It was my father’s,” I said quietly.

  “Was?”

  “He passed away. It was a long time ago.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have made fun of it.” She looked contrite.

  “It’s all right,” I assured her. I didn’t feel quite right teaching a class without the bowtie, and I didn’t fully understand why. I was sure a psychologist would have a lot to say about it. I wasn’t blind, and I could see that in a lot of ways I had adopted my father’s traits, ranging from his taste in music to clothing. He’d taught English in high school, so I had even followed in his footsteps careerwise. I’d also inherited some of his personality. My mother would sometimes tell me I was exactly like my father, but I could tell she didn’t always mean it as a good thing. From what I remembered, my father was a solitary man, and most of my memories were of him reading or working on some sort of project in his study. I hadn’t meant to, but I had become solitary as well.

  “Stephen?” Julia’s voice brought me out of my musings. “Are you OK?”

  I nodded, turning toward her. I found myself thankful for her company. I wasn’t alone right now. I was with this pretty girl, having pizza and conversation. The movie on the screen was forgotten for the moment and she gave me her complete attention.

  “I really am sorry,” she said. “I get why you’d wear something of your dad’s. But you still shouldn’t be afraid of showing off your goods a little more. You’re young and hot.”

  While I thought her compliments were a bit forward, I couldn’t help but like them.

  “Oh, I…thank you,” I said, looking down.

  “I’m serious,” she insisted. “I can take you somewhere out of town and give you a makeover. Although then I probably couldn’t keep you to myself anymore.”

  “That’s very kind of you to offer.”

  That’s certainly a step up from having Mom as a shopping partner.

  “Think about it,” she said, turning her attention back to the screen.

  It seemed that I had a lot of offers to consider after tonight. I glanced at Julia. She was so, so pretty like this, looking fresh and natural. She must have noticed me watching her because she paused the movie and turned to me.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Why do you hide your beauty when you’re at school?”

  “My…beauty?” she asked slowly, arching an eyebrow.

  I nodded. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair. Rather than answer me, Julia put the pizza box on the floor and crawled into my lap, kissing me passionately.

  “Take your clothes off,” she murmured against my lips before moving off me.

  God, yes.

  I started removing my clothes as she turned off the TV and put on some music instead. She lit a few candles and switched off the lights, leaving the room glowing softly like the last time I was here. And just like last time, I was nervous. I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt while I cursed my lack of confidence and experience. Thankfully, Julia came over and placed her calm hands on top of my trembling ones.

  “Let me help you,” she whispered
.

  I nodded and drew a deep breath while she took my shirt off and opened my pants, letting them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and she knelt and took off my socks, leaving me only in my boxers. She ran her hands over my body as she stood up again, and I shivered with both nervousness and excitement.

  “On the bed,” she murmured, and I nearly fell over my feet in my eagerness to do as she said.

  Situated on top of her bedspread, I heard myself gasping as she slipped off her robe, revealing that she was, in fact, completely naked underneath. I had missed her body. My hands twitched, knowing that I would get to touch her again. That she wanted me to. She crawled toward me, looking determined and beautiful. When she reached me, she didn’t straddle me as I expected, as she had last time. Instead, she stretched out next to me, resting her hands above her head, granting me complete access to her body. I sat up slowly, moving into a kneeling position.

  “Is it…” My voice caught in my throat.

  “What?”

  “Is it OK if I just l-look at you for a little while?

  Her eyes softened and she smiled. “Sure.”

  I sighed in relief when she granted my admittedly strange request, so sweetly with no questions asked. Most men in my position probably wouldn’t spend time merely looking, but I’d never been afforded an opportunity like this before, and I didn’t want to waste it. I drank her in with my eyes, wishing that I had perfect recall so I’d be able to remember this with complete clarity later on. I didn’t want to forget this vision: Julia’s soft-looking skin, the way her hips flared out, the curves of her breasts, her slender arms and delicate fingers. Her beautiful face. She lay still, watching me taking her in, a smile lingering on her lips. She didn’t seem to mind this at all. I noticed how her nipples constricted and her breathing became faster beneath my intense scrutiny and realized that it wasn’t just that she didn’t mind. She was enjoying it.

  “Turn over.” I barely recognized the husky quality my voice had adopted.

  A grin tugged at her lips before she did as I asked. I brushed her long hair to the side, admiring the gentle slope of her back, the firm roundness of her backside, the shape of her legs. She was stunning. It wasn’t just that I desired her sexually. Finally, I understood the poetry I had read, celebrating the female form. It was an eye-opening experience, seeing her like this. One I never thought I’d have with this girl, who was so different from the women I usually found attractive. But there was something unspoiled and real about her lack of shame when it came to being exposed like this, and I admired her for it. For being so brave. For being so unlike me.

  “Beautiful,” I murmured, tracing the tip of my index finger along her spine until I reached her buttocks.

  “Never took you for an ass man, Professor,” she giggled. “But by all means, grab a handful.”

  I laughed, the spell broken. Rolling over, she reached for me, pulling me down on top of her.

  “Will you please just fuck me already?” she asked candidly.

  “I…I should touch you first,” I insisted. “Make you ready.” I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I knew the importance of making certain she was prepared for my…intrusion.

  “Believe me, I’m ready,” she said, moving my hand down her body until I reached between her thighs.

  “Oh…” I’d been right in my assessment—she certainly had enjoyed me looking at her. Even though she was ready for sex, I wanted to learn about her body, what she enjoyed, and hopefully bring her pleasure.

  “Teach me?” I whispered, moving my fingers tentatively. “How to touch you?” I suppressed my nerves and continued. “I-I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admitted.

  I glanced up at her, seeing no judgment in her eyes. Her gaze had softened once more. “I’ll show you.”

  I exhaled, feeling a surge of relief when she guided my fingers.

  “You feel this?” she asked, moving my middle finger over a small prominence.

  “Y-yes,” I whispered. “Is that your…um, you…you know?”

  Just say it. It’s the correct anatomy term, for heaven’s sake!

  “Y-your…clitoris?” I finally managed to ask, feeling my cheeks redden.

  She smiled widely, nodding. “It feels really good when you touch it.”

  “OK.”

  My fingers fumbled a bit at first, but Julia’s sighs and soft moans encouraged me more than any words could have. She pulled my face down for a hungry kiss and then nudged me lower, toward her chest, where I caressed her erect nipples with my tongue.

  “Yeah,” she sighed. “Inside now.”

  My fingers slipped lower, touching the evidence of her arousal. It was incredible to know that I had such an effect on this beautiful girl and I slowly pushed two fingers inside her. Julia moaned my name. My name. I wanted her to do it again.

  “More,” she demanded, and I was happy to oblige now that I knew what she liked.

  I alternated between kissing her lips and her breasts while I used my fingers to pleasure her, making her moan louder and louder. Julia writhed underneath my touch, making me nearly dizzy with desire. I wanted her.

  “Stephen, please! Fuck me!”

  I moved up her body, kissing her deeply before removing my hand. Julia quickly found a condom while I scrambled to get my boxers off in my kneeling position. She rolled it on me and lay back on the bed, her legs spread in invitation. This was it, apparently. My turn to be on top. The thought brought me out of my lustful haze, sobering me.

  “What is it?” Julia asked, sitting up.

  “Can you be on top again?”

  She cocked her head to one side, regarding me. “Sure. But why?”

  “I want it to be good for you, too, and…and I’m not sure how to do that…like this.” My hand fluttered uselessly in the space between us.

  “Come here,” she coaxed, opening her arms in invitation. “Trust me?”

  I realized that I did. I did trust her. I trusted her to keep this a secret, and I trusted her not to laugh at my fumbling. She made me feel at ease, even while I was naked and vulnerable, like now. More than that, she made me feel desired. Settling between her parted legs, I lowered myself down, covering her much smaller body with mine.

  “I want your cock inside my pussy,” Julia whispered, flicking the tip of her tongue across my earlobe.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned, feeling how my body responded to her dirty mouth—not with shock, as I might have expected, but with a surge of lust.

  “You want that too, don’t you, Stephen?” she continued, wrapping her slender legs around my waist. “To fuck me?”

  “Yes,” I admitted, inhaling sharply when she reached between us, guiding me to her entrance. Before I could get nervous, Julia’s mouth was on mine, and I was lost in her kiss. Her hands roamed all over my body. Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed my buttocks and pushed me inside her.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss. She felt perfect around me, underneath me.

  “Hold onto my hips and then sit up on your knees.”

  “W-what?”

  “Go ahead. You’ll love it.”

  “OK,” I said, doing what she asked.

  Once I was in position, Julia held onto the headboard of her bed and started rocking back and forth, controlling the movements with her legs while I remained the one on top. It was glorious.

  “Feels…feels good,” I managed to say, tightening my hands around her hips.

  “Mmm,” she hummed. “Now, you. Fuck me, baby.”

  I tried not to think of the few other women I had been with in this situation. Julia wasn’t anything like them. She’d let me know if she wasn’t enjoying herself. I was certain of that. She wouldn’t be passive and quiet.

  Well, here goes nothing.

  I started out slowly, with shallow thrusts, joining her rhythm. Soon, though, it wasn’t enough. I needed faster and deeper, just…more. Pulling back, I moved my hands to her beautiful breasts and then surged forward un
til I was completely inside her.

  “Oh, my…fuck,” Julia moaned. “Again!”

  I fondled her while moving faster and harder, rejoicing in her sounds. I looked down to where our bodies were joined, seeing how her wetness covered me, proving that she experienced pleasure because of what I was doing.

  “Touch me,” she implored, guiding my right hand down her abdomen.

  Pressing my fingers against her, my left hand abandoned her breast to grab onto the headboard. With the extra leverage, I started moving again, deeper and faster. I had one goal.

  Please come, please come, please come!

  “Yeah…yeah,” she chanted, closing her eyes. “So good!”

  I moved my fingers in a circular motion, as she’d taught me, and watched as her body froze on the outside. But on the inside…

  “I can feel you,” I gasped. “You’re coming!” I started thrusting frantically to reach my own orgasm before hers ended.

  “Julia! Oh, Julia, I’m…I’m…”

  Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me before I collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. After a few moments of quiet bliss, the feel of her hands stroking my back brought me back to the surface. Lifting myself up, I cupped her face in my hands, giving her a kiss. And then another.

  “That was amazing!” I told her, hardly able to contain my excitement. “It was the most…and I made you…I mean, you did the last time, too, but this time it was completely because of me, and that was just…thank you, thank you,” I babbled, kissing her again.

  She laughed softly. “You shouldn’t thank me, Stephen. Have you never given a woman an orgasm before?”

  I shook my head, not wanting to elaborate on my previous failures. Instead, I lifted myself off her and removed the condom, tying it in a knot, and almost dropped it on the floor next to the bed. But the neat freak in me protested at the idea, so I climbed off the bed and threw it into the trashcan. I lay down next to her again, closing my eyes.

  “Mmm,” she said. “That was really great. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

  “Positive,” I mumbled.

  “Wow, you must have had some really lousy lays.”

 

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