Chapter 4
Moments later they stood apart in the narrow dark storeroom behind his classroom. The door was latched from the inside, they were quite alone, and in this tender silence that preceded the storm, she recognized a measure of fondness in his earnest blue eyes, an inviolate savoring of suspended time, seconds immemorial.
Her face, lit by a dim overhead bulb, seemed ethereal, born of an innocence that was dream-like in its quiet beauty. Unreal.
But soon, in mere minutes, the passions of her young body cried to be released. She yearned for his touch, trembled for his kiss, and the imagery of innocence was innocence no more. She was the willing victim now, wet and pink of mouth, a young tigress, wanting his kiss, wanting him.
He came to her without words, tilting her small, fragile face, kissing her in a way that was at first tender; but attended by desire, it grew to something more and by degrees it became fervent, then hot!
She felt her body awaken and thrilled to its response. She glowed with pride, for to be loved and caressed, held and endeared by a man ... not a boy ... , told her she was no longer a child. And as if to prove it, she rubbed against him as he embraced her through the kiss, letting his chest sample the warm resiliency of her firm, young breasts.
He responded. His lean, muscular body surged against her, and she knew the significance of those leaping pulsations from below. Her breasts and her kisses were exciting him. Exciting him to the fullest.
His hands soon told of his hotness, his eagerness. He was working his hands between their bodies, unbuttoning her blouse. The wave of excitement spreading over her young hot body grew and grew. And then his fingers, warm and sure, found their way inside her brassiere. She thought she would scream with the joy that his hands brought her. And her nipples hardened even before he began rolling them between his fingertips. And then when he did....
"You like that, don't you?"
"Mmm."
He removed his hands briefly, long enough to remove her blouse and unclasp her brassiere. Her pink-tipped fruits tumbled forth and he was so entranced, so completely entranced, that all he could do ... at least, for the moment ... was stare at them hungrily.
Laurie felt a tinge of embarrassment and she wanted to flow back to his arms and let their sexual compulsions unbridle themselves. But the professor wanted to look, because, as he said, "They're lovely. The loveliest, sweetest, juiciest...."
"You're making me blush."
"I can't help it." And he continued his longing gaze; the lewd sculptor. "How big are they?"
"Y'mean...."
"Inches?"
"They're just 36-B," she said modestly, "and there's lots of girls that have just as much ... and more."
"Not this lovely." She murmured a "thank you."
"Turn sideways."
She did, but now without continuing embarrassment. He shook his head and pursed his lips, his admiring silence saying, "Jesus, what a pairl"
"They sure stand up nice," he said out loud.
Laurie lowered her eyes. She gazed at his trousers, saw his excitement.
"Why don't you kiss them?" she whispered.
He came slowly toward her, his mouth agape. He went to his knees, embraced her lower body as a small child might cling to its mother. He gazed up at her, an imploring, hungry look on his face.
"Feed me, Laurie. Put it in my mouth."
She understood him and crouched slightly until her swollen juvenile breasts were in reach of his mouth. His tongue begged for her nipples, but Laurie had decided to tease him briefly. She raised herself slightly, causing her breasts to swing and bounce against his forehead; and then she allowed the stiff hardness of her nipples to brush his eyelids.
"Damn you!"
She grinned devilishly. She swayed her shoulders. Her juice-filled boobies swung playfully in his face. His hot tongue leaped out at them. His lips felt their cushiony undersides. And then because she herself was also hot, because in teasing him she was also teasing herself, she finally permitted his eager mouth to engulf her.
His mouth was experienced. His tongue drove her wild. And then, crouching over him, she watched with interest as her breast disappeared between his quivering, sucking lips. His oral ministrations of evil and lewdness were like none she'd ever enjoyed. Danny, the boys that she'd been intimate with in high school, explored them and felt them and pinched them, even occasionally sucked them ... all of which felt good, of course ... but it scarcely compared with the sensation that was born of a man's mouth and the incredible fire of his tongue. Again and again he lapped and nibbled at the now red aureoles of her breasts. Laurie soared and soared.
"Mmm! Ohhh, does that ever feel good!" She held his head, her fingers interlaced in his hair. The professor sucked harder and harder. Laurie groaned some more. Her boobies felt like they were ready to burst. Sexual joys swept through her body and she squeezed her young thighs together, climaxing even greater thrills.
Suddenly the professor's hands traveled under Laurie's little-girl skirt. He stroked her upper thighs, made her quiver. Then his fingers venturned to the warm, silky flesh of her inner legs. Laurie was so hot that she bent her knees, more or less lowering her crotch on top of his hands.
Continuing to suck her young breasts, he worked his anxious fingers inside her panties. Laurie was just as anxious as he was. Her feet moved apart, widening the definition of her upper legs, making it all the easier for him. As easy as possible.
His fingers found what they were looking for. Laurie almost swooned when he touched her there. Some things felt good, but other things ... well, they felt so super that she was just about driven out of her mind.
He knew exactly how to please her, for his hand stroked her gently at first, and then as her excitement grew out of control and she squirmed and wiggled with child-like joy, even crying out, he moved his hand faster and faster, a brute-like assault, pounding into her like the real thing. And then it was happening to her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I'm...."
She plunged downward on his hand. She squeezed her legs tightly together. Joy followed joy. Her eyes swam.
And then the professor was sliding her panties down and she didn't resist. She stepped out of them and now there was only the miniskirt and the professor's hands were fumbling with that He found the catch, unfastened it, let it drop at her feet; and then before she could kick it aside, and still on his knees he was covering her bare body with his lips, his tongue, his hands.
Laurie wanted to tell him how good it felt but she guessed he probably already knew. And, gee, but wasn't he a lover of lovers! Boys ... all they wanted to do was crawl on top of you and do it. But the professor....
Suddenly her thoughts died. Died in pleasure. His hands were stroking her buttocks, slapping her playfully, driving her crazy. She groaned.
"You like those playful slaps, don't you?"
"Nobody ever did it to me before."
He slapped her again, causing her curvy hemispheres to jiggle and bounce and grow pink with the pain. But it was a good pain, she thought. A pleasurable pain. An unexpected delight that she wanted him to do again, and then again.
The joy was his as well. He stood up, whacked a good one. Laurie loved it.
"You'll think I'm some kind of a kook," she said.
"No, I won't." .
"It feels good and I can't explain it."
"Don't try."
"I mean, I'm not one of those weirdos that get discussed in Abnormal Psychology classes. If it was a lot of pain ... y'know, like getting thrashed with a leather belt or something, forget it. But this ... those playful slaps on my bare behind...."
"Does something to you, huh?"
"Like the most, professor."
He removed his clothes.
"Might as well do it right," he said.
"What we need is a bed."
"Later. Right now...." He skinned down his shorts.
Laurie gulped.
"Something wrong?" he asked. Laurie was astonished by what she saw. Her eyes popped with pleasure. "Did I do thatT'
"Nobody else did." He was smiling, spreading his arms to accept her.
Laurie exclaimed, "Gosh!"
"Want to change your mind?"
She lowered her eyes. Her stare was wistful. She moistened her lips with her small pink tongue.
"Well?" he asked again.
"If you think I'd change my mind now ... hell, man, you're crazy!"
With a sudden show of force, he jerked her naked body against his own. Her breasts, hot and damp, were crushed against his chest. Her lower body scissored his maleness. Then they kissed.
Laurie loved to kiss. She could pet for hours on end. But now-now she wanted more than just kisses. She wanted to be screwed good.
He squeezed the curvy cheeks of her behind. Squeezed until it hurt. But hurt good. Real good. And then he slapped her back there. Her boobies bounced. Her pelvis pulsated against his excitement. Her hand dropped. She seized him, squeezed then stroked.
This time it was he who betrayed his excitement. His mouth flew open as she stroked him and he almost forgot what he himself was doing. And Laurie wouldn't let up on him. She stroked him faster, making his flesh gleam and throb. And twice, he held her wrist to slow her down.
"But I like to go fast," she protested-grinningly.
"So do I, honey, but...."
He couldn't speak anymore, because she'd tip-toed, raised herself up, forced her breast in his mouth. He went a little bit wild. His hands roamed all over her body, playing with her breasts, tickling her between her legs, fondling her twitching behind.
And then neither of them could wait any longer.
"Where?" she asked.
"Like this," he told her, manipulating her into position.
"Standing up?"
"Beats a hard floor."
"I never did it that way," she announced candidly.
"So you'll learn something new."
She was going to protest again, but then she saw the stimulating quiver of his body and it didn't matter. She wanted him. Any way. Any position. However he desired.
Instinct prevailed. The instinct of young animals. She bridged herself over his throbbing excitement. She gripped his forearms for balance, slowly lowered herself. He helped her, manipulating himself with his hands, raising his hips, straining, and then with a sigh of elation, completing the contact, the wondrous and glorious union of male with female.
Laurie thought she would go insane. It felt that good. That good and more. And this was her first time with a man ... except that day in the movie house when a child molester had first introduced her to the pleasurable mysteries of sex.
But now it wasn't just playing around. This was the real thing. For keeps. All the way. Give and take, push and pull.
He guided her. Then raised her gently. Then down. Then up. And after that, neither of them needed a guide, for their motions were as old as time.
Laurie filled with new thrills. Her young loins brimmed with hot excitement. Her boobies jumped up and down with the rhythm of their lovemaking, and even this excited her; their mad, unbridled bounce and jiggle, slapping his chest, hitting him in the face. He loved it, too, for as they plunged up and down on each other, the professor had his mouth open, trying to trap one of them between his lips.
Faster and faster they went. Laurie exploded twice. Tears of joy filled her eyes, but the "third time is a charm." Was more than that; it was absolute madness.
His hands tightened on her waist. Tightened and hurt. And other things hurt, too. But the hurt was wonderful. She moaned. And she knew this was IT!
"Ohhhh!"
"Laurie." His eyes pleaded for release. Laurie understood and nodded. She was ready. Ready for him.
"Laurie!" he gasped.
"C'mon, honey ... now ... NOW!!!"
He jerked convulsively, plunging upward like a rocket. Laurie thought she would split in two. She was delirious with joy.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh, honey! Honey!" She squeezed him to her breasts, scissored the glorious wonderment of him between her legs. His hands raked her naked buttocks. They pushed and climbed at each other. And then each of them pumped and sought the delicious after-thrills, wringing from their moist-laden bodies, the last drop of spine-tingling love.
Then they went limp. Quite limp. Limp in one another's arms.
The professor looked down at himself.
"I think I've have to say that class was dismissed, wouldn't you?"
"You shrunk," she grinned.
"The way of all flesh."
"And if I wanted to do it again?"
"Only after a coffee break."
"And if I don't like coffee?"
"But you do, don't you?"
She looked down at him.
"Yes, little man."
"And we'll go out for coffee now ... all right?"
"Yes, little man."
"And maybe something to eat?"
"Yes, little man."
"Are you very hungry?"
Her eyes never strayed. She said, "Yes, little man. I'm so hungry I could eat you."