First Time Teacher's Pet

She continued however, where seconds later as we both sat gazing at the TV, a scene appeared of a man and woman lying in bed, naked, in a very steamy embrace. Karen fumbled with the remote, even pointing it more directly towards the TV, but there the scene remained as the couple continued their erotic coupling while we both sat there watching them. Frustrated, Karen finally stood shamefaced by her look, her expression one of embarrassment as she finally reached the TV, shutting it off.

"So much for that!" she replied trying to ease us both through what had been a very awkward moment.

Once again my nervousness and naiveté made an appearance.

"Are you seeing anyone?" I asked too close on the heels of what we'd been sitting there watching together.

As though the TV had magically turned itself back on, she glanced down towards the blank screen as though some image of the couple together had popped back on once again, causing me to ask her that particular question.

"Why do you ask?" she said wondering, only then tearing her eyes away from the screen in order to face me.

"Well for one, you've never mentioned having a boy friend. And two, you're too pretty not to be." My question had taken her by surprise. But to be honest, my asking it had taken me by surprise too. I'd certainly wondered, been curious about it. And now seeing her vulnerability, I'd caught her off guard. I hadn't meant to purposely make her uncomfortable, that hadn't been my intent. But in all the time we had spent together, I had never seen anything that even remotely hinted at her having any kind of relationship, nor had we ever discussed anything quite as intimate as that since the first night we had gotten together.

Bolder than I had ever been, and perhaps more so than I should be, I sat there looking at her expectantly.

She was blushing, "You really think I'm pretty?" she asked bewilderment clearly etched within her tone of voice.

"Very," I quipped back. "Especially when you wear your hair down," I added feeling light-headed, almost giddy.

Still obviously taken aback, embarrassed, she smiled as her hands automatically reached up behind her head undoing the ponytail she had been wearing. Seconds later she shook her head out, her hair falling in a near perfect frame around her face.

She laughed.

"It's been a long time since anyone's said I looked pretty," she said demurely. "And I'll confess to you Chad, it does feel good hearing it!"

I don't remember having picked up my beer. But I had, realizing it and taking a long pull from the bottle as I continued to lock my eyes with hers. Sitting the bottle back down on the small corner table next to me, I was immediately reminded of my almost painful need to pee.

"I gotta go again," I said lamely, standing up.

When I did, I saw her eyes travel down towards my crotch, drawing my own down as I followed her gaze. I was hard, painfully stiff, the bulge more than noticeably pressing against my pants. Without so much as another word by either of us, I hurriedly made my way back down the hallway towards the bathroom. Needless to say, it took several moments for me to finally be able to urinate, my mind ablaze with thoughts, feelings and sensations. By the time I had flushed the toilet, washed and dried my hands, I was confident that the almost surrealistic moment we had shared together would have passed.

She was waiting for me in the hallway outside the door to her room.

"Chad," she said catching me by surprise. "I have a confession to make. I know you were watching me earlier from the doorway. I happened to glance up and catch movement in the hallway through my bedroom mirror."

I hadn't even considered the possibility that if I could see her through the mirror, that she could have also seen me. But she had. Speechless, I merely stood there open-mouthed staring at her.

She continued however without pause.

"Knowing you were standing there, watching me. It excited me Chad. I know I shouldn't be admitting this to you, but it did. It's been a long, long time since I've even been as excited as I was. And I can't believe that I then did what I did..."

"You mean when you..."

"Yes," she admitted, her face flushed, her breath heavy as though she was having trouble breathing.

"I didn't know how you'd react. One part of me was wishing, willing you to come through the door. The other...well the other was wishing you would leave, which you soon did."

She was about to say more, but I never gave her the chance. In the next instant I had crossed the short distance separating us and gathered her into my arms. A millisecond later, my lips had found hers and we stood, kissing passionately, all thought of what we were doing, and who either of us were having melted in that puddle of lust we stood making together.

When I felt her hand upon mine as it rested lightly on her waist, I thought for sure she was about to force it away, thus ending our kiss which for me became the most intense experience I had ever had in my entire life. I was dead wrong of course, and thankfully so. As her hand covered mine, I felt it lifting me, not moving me away from her, but upwards, until it rested even more lightly against the firmness of her cotton covered breast. Like a cat kneading some downy covering, my hands and fingers flexed, digging softly into her flesh, eliciting a soft mewling sound from her as they did.

I heard more than saw the door to her bedroom opening. In the next instant, I was floating along side her as we somehow managed to move without breaking just inside the door to her room. Only then did I glance up into her face, seeing the expression of desire in her eyes that I had only fantasized and imagined in the privacy of my own bathroom.

I didn't know what to tell her, what to say. I could merely stammer out my fear and lack of experience regarding women in so few words.

She didn't seem surprised by that. A knowing look, a gentle touch as she led me further into her bedroom. Guiding me like an experienced dancer across the room, I felt myself gently pushed down onto the end of her bed were I collapsed unceremoniously, still staring at her as she reached down grabbing the waistband of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head in one fell swoop.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, the words sounding far away as though someone else had actually spoken them.

As though in slow motion, I first saw the gentle swell of each rounded breast come magnificently into view. Time stood still as that sensual female flesh appeared in small increments until those caramel colored nipples were suddenly revealed, each capped by a taut, deliciously well rounded nipple. By the time she had finished removing her entire shirt, I felt like I had lived and died a thousand life times. Then, just like I had seen her do before, she cupped each within her hands, massaging the flesh, but unlike before, this time she did so with the intention of caressing herself, and not as though massaging out some hidden ache or pain she'd been nursing. As she crossed her arms, each hand finding a swollen nipple, she pulled them, pinching them until they were even harder, firmer than they had been if that were possible.

"Oh my God Karen!" I heard myself saying in repetition. "You truly are beautiful!"

Though the color had remained within her cheeks, it became quickly apparent it was no longer from shyness or embarrassment, but from pure unadulterated lust and desire. Without so much as a single breath, she pulled down the hem of her sweatpants, rolling them gracefully down her legs, revealing as she did that she had likewise removed her panties before putting them on. Revealed before me, another sight I had never before seen, a thin carefully manicured strip of fine downy soft hair reaching upwards from the apex of her sex towards the most sensual looking naval imaginable.

Mesmerized, held in a hypnotic trance, once again in slow motion, I watched as her hand traveled downwards between her legs as she parted them ever so slightly, a finger disappearing from view momentarily, motion, then withdrawal as she lifted it upwards towards her face. I watched as her fingers sought out her mouth, parting her lips like a welcome lover as she tasted herself, sucking the abundance of juices she found there with a degree of ecstasy and delight that triggered a release of wanton lubrication from my straining, still confined penis.

As she continued to lick whatever residue of her femininity she had found there, her other hand made the same trip downwards, until it too had sought out and found the nectar that existed between her legs. This time however, as she withdrew her hand, rather than reaching up to repeat the erotic performance I had just witnessed, she crossed over towards me, holding out that tantalizing finger. As she did, I took it as delicately as though she'd offered me some sort of fragile flower in danger of falling apart within a sudden unexpected breeze. Slipping it into my mouth, I lost myself in the fragrance of her musky smell, delighted at the sweetness that assailed my taste buds, short-circuiting them momentarily as I became intoxicated, drunk in the essence of her soul.

Sitting as I was, when Karen stood next to me, her breasts hung invitingly at eye level. After savoring her sweet tasting finger, it became natural to me to reach out, cupping her perfect twin globes within my hands. I drew each of her hard nubs in turn within my mouth, paying equal homage to them, sucking, licking and causing her knees to weaken as I drove her passionately towards bliss.

As excited as I was, I couldn't quit shaking however. Every nerve ending in my entire body was aflame. The fact that I was sitting here caressing and kissing the first breasts I'd ever seen, let alone touched, had overloaded my senses. When I felt Karen pull away, forcing me to relinquish that soft female flesh, I thought briefly that this magical moment had come to an end. Karen knelt on the floor before me, her eyes sweeping across my face in wild desire. As her hands began to fumble with my belt, then tugging at the zipper on my jeans, it finally registered as to what she was doing.

"Lift your ass up," she whispered, instructing me.

I closed my eyes. As strange as it may sound, the gentle coaxing of her voice as she helped me remove my pants reminded me a little of my mother helping me to undress when I had been a much younger child. And though the comfort of that soothed my nerves, the last thing I wanted at this particular moment was to be reminded of my mother! That concern melted like ice cream on a hot summers day however as I felt the coolness of the air within the room suddenly envelope my prick as it burst free of my jeans and shorts, both of which now entangled themselves around my ankles. The touch of Karen's hand about my swollen member sent a series of shock waves coursing up and down my spine. With my eyes still shut, now feeling as though held that way with glue, I sensed a differing feeling, unlike anything I had ever known before.

"Chad. Lay back honey, relax!" she spoke hypnotically to me.

I felt Karen's lips gently working the super-sensitive tip of my prick, her tongue lightly dancing along the shaft of my cock. I kept my eyes tightly closed, almost afraid that if I opened them, she would dissolve in front of me like some sort of mirage, waking to find myself in bed, alone...dreaming.

But it was real. Her mouth softly devoured me in ways that I could never have imagined. Her hands gently caressed my arousal in slow gentle strokes that accompanied the teasing, tantalizing manipulations of my tightened balls as one hand cupped, caressing and kneading them.

"Does it feel good honey? Do you like that?" she asked, the sound of her voice dream-like as she spoke.

I could only moan, uttering unintelligible sounds and emotions as they all fought for the right to escape my lips in some effort to assure her that I was indeed enjoying the incredible onslaught of my tingling prick.

I felt the smile on her face surrounding my hardness as she accepted that, drawing me inside even deeper than she had been. I felt the warmth of her throat, the gentle caress of her tongue as she all but swallowed me, felt my ball-sack tighten in anticipation of release, suddenly aware of that possibility. My eyes opening in bewilderment, near panic as I fought briefly to sit up.

The sight of Karen kneeling before me, my prick disappearing in and out of her mouth as her head bobbed in lusty playfulness quickly dispelled any fear or anxiety I might have had. Seeing her, watching her, was the most erotic, joyful thing I had ever witnessed.

Karen drew my orgasm from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I wasn't really aware it had begun, as my entire body was one simultaneous climax. She knew what was happening however, coaxing my balls with her hand to release the pleasure that had been building there. Her mouth lovingly sucking the head of my prick as the first glorious jettison of my ecstasy began filling it with sweet tingling sensations of pleasure that threatened to rob me of my sanity.

The two things that took me by surprise more than anything else, was the intensity of my orgasm, and the fact that I was spending myself inside Karen's mouth. In all the years since I'd first learned to masturbate, I had never experienced such a pleasurable orgasm such as this. And watching as Karen's succulent lips continued to drain my seemingly continuous jettison of cum was beyond my wildest expectations. Though she didn't actually swallow my cream, as she allowed it to flow back out from the corner of her lips, the visual knowledge of what she had done for me as it poured from her mouth sliding back down the side of my shaft sent additional spasms of pleasure throughout my entire body. As the force of my climax ebbed, she continued stroking my shaft, now using the slick pearly substance of my cream to further pleasure me with. Only then did she look up into my face, smiling with the faint traces of my sperm clinging to her lips in a decadent, yet sultry display that once again took my breath away.

"Oh fuck! Karen!" I finally managed. "Never in my entire life..."

In that instant, she reclaimed me with her mouth, sucking me in fully and effectively claiming my soul.

Karen finished removing my shoes, socks, yanking my jeans and shorts off the rest of the way. I helped by removing my own shirt as she did, watching a moment later as she crawled back onto the bed, acting almost like a cat about to pounce on some prey she had cornered.

"When you've more fully recovered, I'll do that again, and make it feel even better next time!" she told me.

To be frank, I was confused. She noticed, smiling almost sadly towards me.

"I know you're a virgin Chad. And I have no intention of changing that! I think it's important that your first time be with someone you really care about."

I was about to inform her that she pretty much fit that particular bill, but she hushed me with a finger, placing it against my lips before I could speak.

"I know what you're about to say...want to say Chad. But given time, you'll know I'm right. You're feeling infatuation, lust, and desire. All those feelings. And I know that you care about me, the same way that I care about you. But its not the same way you will eventually feel towards the woman who you make love to for the first time."

Frustrated, I lay in puzzlement, so much had happened so fast, and so quickly, that I had allowed my hopes to escalate as she knelt before me pleasuring my penis.

Still unsure of what to expect, especially now, Karen slid her voluptuous body up and over mine. We kissed, passionately, yet tenderly. The press of her breasts against my chest already reawakening my semi-flaccid prick as our lips continued their embrace, tongues dancing.

Karen lifted herself upwards, still maintaining contact with me for a moment as she did. In the next instant, she sat upon my chest looking down towards me.

"As I pleasured you, I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a woman in the same way. Something that one day, your girlfriend, or your wife will more fully appreciate!"

"Oral sex 101?" I asked, in some attempt at nervous humor.

She did laugh however, as she began to move even more intimately towards me.

"As I taught you how to read and write, I will also teach you how to lick and tease a woman's pussy."

Karen positioned herself above me, still far enough away that my world suddenly changed. Above, she allowed me the wonder of seeing a woman's sex for the first time. I marveled at the patterned puffy lips that barred the way into her internal depths. I could smell the musky, heady aroma of her fragrance, drinking it all in through senses suddenly intensified as she reached back with her hand, softly stroking my rapidly hardening penis.

"Take your time," she instructed me. "Look, feel and taste to your hearts content," she added.

So I did. With my eyes I searched out every nuance and cranny, saw the glint of moisture as it gathered between the soft petals of her lips. I toyed with the tip of my finger, parting each, rolling them between my index finger and thumb as I explored the delicate flesh. Hearing her soft moans told me that my inexperienced explorations were still bringing her pleasure. Her hand clasped me even more firmly, a reminder that my own arousal was once again reaching fever pitch.

"Pull them apart with your hands," she whispered breathlessly. "Do you see the small pink little nubbin of flesh at the top of my slit?"

"Yes!" I whispered back, breathing deeply at the sweet pungent odor that assailed my nostrils.

"That's my clit," she informed me. "A tiny penis if you will, super sensitive to the touch," she left off saying.

I touched it. She stiffened, tensing just barely, but her hand still firmly wrapped around my dick confirmed in that instant that I had given her pleasure even if it was minor and simple at the brief contact with her femininity.

"Lick...it," she gasped, finding her breathing harder to control. "Softly, very, very softly," she urged.

Once again, I did as she instructed me to. Using the tip of my tongue, I lightly placed it upon the dance-floor of her clitoris, allowing the tip of my flesh to just touch ever so lightly, the tip of hers. Once again she moaned.

"Yes Chad, yes. That's it. Just like that," she assured me.

I continued to lick her, slowly increasing the pressure as well as the rapidity of my tongue thrusts, as she continued to instruct and teach me to do.

"Now suck it...suck it like I sucked your cock!" she said in a voice filled with pure raw lust and desire.

I captured that tiny morsel of flesh between my lips, drawing it in, feeling the tiny piece of flesh stretch, expand, gathered between my lips as I held on, sucking it as I had earlier sucked her sweet firm nipples.

"Now lick it...lick it again. Slowly this time, softly....slowly," she continued to say teaching me in those precious few words how to please and pleasure her as only a woman could know how to do.

As we continued our lesson, as I switched back and forth between licking and sucking, faster and slower, harder and softer, I had on my own, reached up with both hands, finding her breasts once again. The feel of them as they filled my hands caused an excited lurch within my prick. I felt a bubble of moisture form, bursting within the tiny eye-slit of my cock, which Karen in turn quickly discovered, using it to further caress me with.

"Pinch them Chad, pinch them while you do that," she begged me.

I had once again captured her clit between my lips, furiously sucking it now, her nipples equally hard as I rolled them, pinching them, almost afraid that I was hurting her in some way as I did. The pleasure pain was intense however, and she gloried in it, laughing excitedly, as she began moving herself above me, sliding the hot wet moisture of her cunt back and forth against my face.

I felt her stiffen, felt a sudden emergence of even more moisture as it coated my face, still tugging, still licking, still lapping at the crevice of her femininity as it bathed me in her pleasures.

She shook, racked with sudden sobs that alarmed me, making me fear for a moment that I had indeed injured or hurt her in some way.

"Karen? Karen?" I asked repeatedly. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did I..."

She rolled off of me, quickly smothering my face in kisses. I felt new moisture as her tears fell freely onto my face. Yet, she really wasn't crying, as the giddiness of her ecstasy soon proved. She laughed, yet wasn't laughing. Her soft giggles of pleasure accompanying each kiss upon me, my lips, nose, each eye and finally my chin.

"Oh Chad...Chad, it's been so long. Too long," she amended. "I haven't felt like this in years," hugging me, caressing me, her hand so softly stroking my prick that it nearly didn't even register as she continued doing it.

Karen rolled over onto her back spreading her legs, bent at the knee. "Come here," she told me.

I thought for a moment she had changed her mind, the smile on my face suddenly widening as I approached her, my cock hard, stiff and joyously expectant.

"No," her look telling me otherwise.

Placing her hand about me, she directed my prick against the opening of her slit, allowing a brief tantalizing penetration of her nether lips. Spreading herself open with the other, her clit winked at me, the tip of my cock soon introduced, kissing it as she slowly moved it back and forth against herself.

"Oh fuck...that's nice..." I moaned, enjoying the silkiness of her pussy as it caressed the head of my slippery sliding prick.

Karen continued to tease herself, teasing me with both her hand as well as her cunt. Too soon I felt the second surge of desire racing up the length of my shaft. But she was expecting it, purposely creating it to happen in just that way.

"Shoot it all over me," she urged desperately. "Cream my clitty Chad," she said, jerking my prick in a hard steady rhythm as I knelt between her legs, watching the first white rope of my jisim suddenly envelope her clit, bathing it in a hot sticky torrent of tormented pleasure. "That's it! That's it Chad...cum on me baby, cum on me! Shoot that fuck-juice all over my pussy baby...cover me in that delicious white cream!"

In truth, I had never seen myself spurt so much. Though it seemed like an eternity, I soon lost count of the number of ejaculations that I threw against that beautifully open pussy. It was soon covered in an abundance of cream that ran in tiny rivers down inside her slit, down between both thighs, puddeling upon the sheets.

Exhausted, I collapsed beside her, lying at an angle that still presented me with a surrealistic picture of her sex as it dripped with the pearly moisture of my climax. Fascinated, I lay there watching Karen as she began to tenderly caress herself, using my juices as she teased, explored, and gradually intensified the manipulations of her wet juicy quim.

With her finger, she traced the outline of her proud standing clit. Dipping it repeatedly in the milky white fluid, using it to coax herself closer and closer to climax. I watched as she drew her fingers like a lovers caress down between the soft downy groove of her slit, seeking out the puddles of my nectar that had gathered there, placing bits of it upon her hard nipples, caressing, massaging, and playfully teasing herself over and over with my essence. When she came, she came slowly...long, and hard. I watched her face as it screwed up in pleasure, saw her face turn nearly purple with the joy of her release, saw her fingers driving inside herself with my juice still clinging fiercely to them until she too was spent, satiated beyond all possible relief.

It was in that moment of time that I also knew that we would never again share nor experience this form of intimacy with one another again. It was as though I had pulled the pages from a workbook, unable to return them, unable to go back.

As we held one another for hours, watching the room darken, covering us in a blanket of security and comfort, I held her as tightly as she held me. The reality of our relationship ending in the only way that it could.

It was the last time I would call her Karen. In the weeks and months that followed, she once again became Ms. Jenkins. And though our relationship remained friendly, courteous with a profound mutual respect for one another, it never again approached the level of intimacy we had once known.

Though oft times labeled or kidded as being 'teachers pet', especially in Ms. Jenkins class, as my self-confidence grew, so did my relationship with several other students. By the time graduation came, I did so with a better than average grade level, and with numerous friends that I could now count on as being just that.

Sadly, I learned shortly after graduating that Ms. Jenkins would not be returning the following year, having taken a lucrative teaching job elsewhere. I made no attempt to follow where she'd gone, nor contact her in anyway. And I knew that she had wanted it that way too.

Ten years passed.

At twenty-eight, I had established my own business. And though I certainly wasn't a millionaire, I was financially comfortable and proud of my achievements. I had certainly dated, lost my virginity to a woman who I had cared about. Karen had certainly been right about that. It had meant something special, and always would. But I still felt like it could have been the same with her too. I remained unmarried as I searched for the perfect woman to share my life with. But though there were many I cared about, I found none that I loved nor any that loved me for anything more than my financial stability.

Arriving home after a particularly busy day, I'd collected the mail, smiling inwardly as I saw a letter from my old high school. It was a notice that our ten year reunion was coming up, asking for an R.S.V.P., if I was planning on attending. I thought about it, nearly discarding the notion until I thought how it might be interesting to actually show up, and see how those who had thought me dumb or stupid might actually see me now.

As I lived a fair distance away, I made reservations with the hotel who'd been specifically assigned for returning alumni, now finding myself anxiously awaiting for the date of our ten year reunion.

When the night finally arrived, I found myself standing in a surprisingly crowded ballroom where many of my old friends along with their partners, greeted me in a welcome warm embrace. For those who had thought less of me, it was a minor delight to see the shocked expressions on their faces as they eventually learned of my successful business accomplishments.

"Chad?"

I turned at the sound of my name. Curious as to who might have recognized me as I had already seen most everyone that I had really known or cared much about. When I did, I felt my heart skip a beat, my breath suddenly swallowed as I fought to find it again.

"Ms. Jenkins?" I responded in shocked wonder.

"I think you can call me Karen," she responded delightedly.

Her hair was much shorter now, but she looked every bit as good as she had ten years ago. If anything, she looked even better at forty-eight than most women my age did.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, suddenly feeling like that same shy student I had been all those years ago.

Now it was her turn to blush. "I was curious," she began.

"Curious? About what?" I asked interrupting her.

She laughed. That same wonderful laugh I had heard so many times before as we sat around the kitchen table studying together.

"About you mainly. Wondering if you'd even be here. Wondering how things turned out for you," she finally finished saying.

I looked about expectantly. "Are you here with anyone?" I asked cautiously.

"No. You?"

I shook my head, "Never found the right woman."

She smiled, the grin on her face as bright and alive as I remembered it. The touch of her hand as it sought mine just as electrifying as the first time we'd ever kissed.

"You have a room?" she asked seductively.

As before, I nodded my head, words failing me.

"Come on then, there's a few things I think I can still teach you," she said. "And probably, a few things you can teach me," she added giggling.

As I followed her down the hallway hand in hand towards the elevators, I found myself relishing in the fact that for a while at least, I would be 'teachers pet' once again.
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