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Subject: {ASSM} First Year Teacher Karina Ch. 2/? (MF)
Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 04:10:03 -0500
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First Year Teacher
-- note to readers: Thanks for your comments. I do know it's been written 
many many times before; I'm just putting it down in words for my own 
pleasure and thought I'd share it with you. Not much time to work on it 
really but a little at a time I guess. Also a warning again for those who 
are looking for sex... still in the exposition phase. --

Karina shrugged into her jacket and shook her head as if doing so would 
dispell the sense of dread that had come over her. Had she really just 
minutes ago been naked in a classroom, blackmailed by a student over 
something she had not done? Held hostage by a fear of being shamed by the 
words of a student? Now, she felt, she was in a worse situation than before. 
The enormity of what she had already done by slipping out of her clothes and 
allowing him to believe she would really not wear underwear -- it was more 
than she could believe -- it was enough to get her in to more trouble than 
she would know what to do about.

As soon as she got home, she took off her suit and got dressed with her full 
underwear, a T-shirt and sweats to recover from her troubling encounter with 
Bobby. Karina pondered whether she had any recourse. Would any administrator 
in the school believe her? In retrospect, she noted that though she had 
friends among her colleagues, talking about such an incident with them would 
be out of the question. She flushed when watching sex scenes on television; 
how could she tell them that a student had demanded that she strip? They 
would think she had something to hide. Or, they might ask, why didn't you 
scream or cry out when he blackmailed you -- or send him packing out of the 
room? "Why didn't I? Why didn't I?" she thought. Her husband sensed 
something was wrong, and he walked up to her to hold her close. She fell in 
to his arms, shaking a little. He nuzzled at her, and caressed her right 
breast with his hand. The nipple sprung to attention immediately, and his 
light touch reminded Karina of the silk of her blouse moving over her bare 
breasts. She moaned lightly. Aaron was startled. Usually his wife was 
reserved, or at most giggly, even when it was evident that she was enjoying 
herself. She rarely made such moans; the last time such a visceral sound 
escaped from her mouth had been at least a year ago. He tried again, 
pinching the nipple a little harder this time. Karina's hips moved, pressing 
her against him, rubbing her thigh against his penis. For a moment, Aaron 
wondered what was causing this change in his demure wife's behaviour. But as 
his other hand came up to cup her second breast and she undulated against 
him again, he decided to relax and just continued to tweak her nipples and 
caress her breasts through her bra.

Meanwhile, Karina was surprised by her own behavior. She felt herself 
pressing up against Aaron and couldn't help but think that even if he was 
her husband, such wanton behavior could hardly be considered respectable. 
But her nipples were so sensitive, just dying to be licked to soothe them 
after an afternoon of rubbing on her blouse. She hoped Aaron would lift her 
T-Shirt and slip off the bra -- but instead he simply took off her sweats 
matter of factly, slipped down his own pants, and lay next to her in bed. 
Next to the bed, the couple kept a box full of condoms. Despite their 
clearly monogamous relationship, the continued to use condoms because, 
frankly, both of them thought that without condoms, sex was simply "kind of 
messy" for the woman afterwards. Aaron unrolled the condom onto his penis, 
rolled over on top of her, and pushed himself in.

This had been fairly characteristic of their sex life. Because she was 
squemish about body fluids and he truly believed that sex did not have to be 
an important part of a love relationship, they had remained virgins for the 
first 4 years of their relationship. When they finally did have sex, it was 
perfunctory. Later, they'd experimented a little with different positions, 
maybe even a little oral sex, but generally they did it quickly and 
classically, missionary style. They both had orgasms, and they thought that 
was all there was to it.

When Aaron pushed himself in to her this time though, Karina was still 
distracted by thoughts of her crisis at work. "What will I do? Who will 
believe me?" At once, she realized that the one person who she should be 
able to tell, who should trust her and honor her, she could never tell. 
Aaron was the one from whom she would always have to hide this. Perhaps, if 
she hadn't already given in to Bobby a little and stripped in front of him, 
her story would be believable. But Aaron would think that because she gave 
in that little ways that she had something to hide, something she had been 
keeping from him all these years. And he would begin to doubt her. She 
couldn't stand the thought. To keep him from finding out about this 
incident, she decided she would try to strike a deal with Bobby, see if they 
couldn't work out a mutually agreeable situation with no blackmail.

She looked up and Aaron was still above her, pumping and straining. She felt 
a warmth growing inside of her stomach and a small wave of orgasm hit her. 
But when she closed her eyes, Bobby's face appeared before her. She cried 
out in surprise, and Aaron stopped, concerned. "Oh, no, don't stop" she told 
her husband, steeling herself to return to the classroom and face Bobby 
down. "I love you, Aaron," Karina murmured as he shuddered and came, kissing 
her shoulder and holding her close.

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