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Original posted in June 2000
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to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes
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The Maths Tutor
by Knobbie Knobbs
(c) Copyright 2000 Knobbie Knobbs
I've been tutoring Sophie with her 'A' level maths for almost 9 months now.
Back in the summer she contacted the agency who then put me in contact with
her. We arranged a meeting, decided what was needed, and we've been having
two hour long sessions a week since then.
Sophie was, and still is, in a maths group with several Oxbridge candidates.
Although she was an intelligent girl herself, she was nowhere near that
standard, so instead of hold the rest of the class back, the teacher had
left Sophie behind. When her mom complained to the school, they agreed to
pay half the cost towards some private lessons, so long as Sophie showed
some improvement. They didn't make a habit of doing this of course, in fact
this was the first time, but Sophie's dad was quite high up in the local
council. Who said local democracy isn't corrupt?
When we started the lessons Sophie was just 17, I was 25. Her mom and dad
both agreed that this was a 'good thing'. I was young enough for Sophie to
relate to, but old enough for her to take advice from. I must say that for
my part I was happy to be tutoring at a decent level for a change. I was
getting tired of always working at Key Stages 2 and 3.
For the first couple of months everything went swimmingly. I went to
Sophie's house for the lessons, and we worked at the dining room table while
her mom sat in the adjoining lounge, watching TV and providing coffee.
Sophie also began to make to progress. Her test scores at school began to
improve, and she needed less prompting from me on the types of question that
we worked on before.
Sophie's mom began to trust us more, and during September, she was present
for only one of our two weekly sessions.
To be honest, trotting down to Sophie's was always a bit of a hassle. I had
to make sure I took all the right materials with me, and I invariably left
something at home. In October, when Sophie passed her driving test, and her
dad brought her a car, she had a proposition for me.
"James," she said at the end of one session, before she had paid me, "You
always seem to forget to bring something or other with you."
"I know. It comes from being a Mathematician, we're a bit scatterbrained."
"Well, I was thinking, what if I came to your house instead of you coming to
me."
"I'm not sure Sophie, the nights are drawing in, it could be dangerous for
you. The travelling I mean."
"I'll be fine. I've got my car now, so getting there and back would be no
trouble, and we'll have all the materials available."
"That's true I suppose. It is a good car you've been brought, but I'm not
sure your mom would think it is a good idea."
"I can convince mom, that's no problem, it's you I need to convince. And I
have the perfect way. If you don't let me come to your house from now on,
You won't get this." She held out two crisp notes that represented my
payment.
"That's blackmail Sophie."
"That it is? What you gonna do?"
"Not much I can do is there. I guess next we'll meet at my place."
I was a little uneasy with this situation. I know I'm a professional, and
I'm not supposed to look at Sophie that way, but she was, still is, one hell
of an attractive young girl. She was about my height, five and a half foot,
with the sleek, toned body of an athlete. She curved in all the places that
a woman should, and yet from what I could tell, there was not an ounce of
fat on her. Her hair was a little over shoulder length, and when we worked
she always wore it in a pony-tail high on the back of her head to keep it
out of her eyes. She wore an athletes clothes as well. Despite it being
winter, she wore tight, short crop-tops, and tight sporty leggings. When
she got cold, she would pull on one of those small, hooded sports sweaters.
She was a fine specimen of seventeen year old.
Up to now, while we had been working at her house, I hadn't even thought
about her in a sexual way. I was there to tutor her, totally professional,
and that was it. But now that I knew she was coming to me, I started to ask
why she would want to be in my house, where she knew we would be alone.
Maybe it was like she said, she wanted all the materials close to hand, but
there was something about the glint in her eye when she suggested it that
told me otherwise. I suddenly found my mind full of the kind of images that
were just not appropriate, and there was nothing I could do to get rid of
them. All I could think of was what might happen when Sophie came over for
her next lesson.
The lesson was on a Sunday, and the weekend came all to quickly for me. She
pulled up in her car at a little before three. Early.
"Hi James." She said as I opened the door for her. "I got us some coke and
chocolate on the way here. Mom was around to make sure we had refreshments
at my house, but I wasn't sure that you would have anything."
"Coke and chocolate is all that is in my fridge sometimes Sophie." I replied
as she came through the door.
"Oh. Never mind. Look, I've got a test on Wednesday on elastic collisions,
and I'm not too hot on those, so can we concentrate on those today please."
"Sure, no problem. The back bedroom upstairs is where I normally work. Go
and find a spot at the desk, and my Nelson, Longman and Wall book off the
bookshelf. I'll get us some glasses for that coke."
It was a good lesson. A very good lesson. Sophie seemed less distracted
than at her own house, and she clocked on to how to do the questions pretty
quickly. My fears seemed to have been allayed. She had wanted to come over
just to work. That was that. Just work.
It went on like that for several weeks. Wednesday evenings and Sunday
afternoons, Sophie would pull up outside my house with chocolate and coke,
and we would get through plenty of work. One particular Wednesday, just as
we were finishing the lesson, Sophie had something to say.
"James..."
"Yes?"
"I really appreciate all your help and everything. I don't think I would be
able to get through this exam without you."
"Thank you Sophie,"
"I wish there was some way I could repay you."
"You do that at the end of every lesson. You give me money."
"Yeah, but..."
"No but's Sophie. You pay me to do a job and I do it. It's as simple as
that. If you wanted to repay me than you'll get the grade you are capable
of in your exams next summer."
"That will probably be a better grade because of you. You know that?"
"Yes, and knowing that will be thanks enough."
"You went to University didn't you James?"
"Yes, why'd you ask."
"We have to get our applications in soon. I'm still not entirely sure that
I want to go."
"D'you want me to be honest?"
"Please."
"You'd be a fool not to. I had a wonderful time. I know things are even
harder now than when I went, and they were hard enough then, but I'm sure
your parents would look after you financially."
"Daddy said that. He even said I needn't get a loan."
"So go for it. It'll be a shame to have worked so hard and miss out on an
experience like that."
"Where did you go." She asked.
"Me? I went to Liverpool."
"So you moved away from home."
"Yeah. You feel less guilty about staying out until 3 and 4 in the morning
if your mom is in another city."
"Thanks James. I think that's helped."
"You welcome."
It seemed to me that Sophie was starting to see me as a big brother, or at
least a big brothers' best friend. After she asked me about university, she
started to confide in me more and more. And about more and more personal
stuff. I heard all the gossip from school, I knew who she fancied, and who
fancied her. She even told me about parties that her friends were having,
hinting that I might want to go. I never did. I told her that I didn't
think is was right, and besides, a group of teenagers wouldn't want some
mid-twenties teacher type hanging about.
I found myself starting to care about Sophie a great deal. I really wanted
her to get into university, and to get into a good one. She was a sweet
girl, she deserved the best.
In the New Year, after a break for Christmas and what not, Sophie and I
started up lessons again. Again they were at my house, the arrangement had
become far too convenient to change. Sophie got accepted into several
universities, and settled on a conditional offer from Bristol. She needed a
'C' in maths, and 'B's in her other two subjects. I knew that she was well
capable of getting them.
Sophie's 18th birthday was in the middle of February. I thought it would be
nice to get her a present, so I spent a few quid on a bottle of wine, a box
of chocks, and a small locket on a chain. She was delighted when she opened
last of these three gifts on the Wednesday night lesson before her birthday.
"James, you shouldn't have. It's lovely."
"It's for luck. When I went into my exams I always wore a lucky St.
Christopher that my Aunt brought me. I thought this might be your lucky
exam charm."
"Thank you James." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Actually James I have something for you." She gave me two envelopes.
"Open this one first." She said, pointing to the larger of the two. It was
a party invitation for that Friday night.
"Mommy insists on throwing me a birthday party. It will probably be
ghastly, with all my family there and so on, but she would like you to come
to thank you herself for all you've done for me."
"OK, I'll be there. What's in this one?" I opened the other envelope.
"That one's an invitation to the end of exams party. The Dome night-club in
town sent some free tickets and vouchers for champagne to the school. We
got 4 tickets each, and I'd like you to have one."
"I don't know Sophie.."
"I'm not taking *no* for an answer. Not this time. This party is to help
me celebrate finishing exams properly, and I want the people I care about to
be there."
"Of course."
"Well then. You have to come. That's all there is to it."
"OK, whatever you say. I guess I'll have to show you kids how its really
done."
"I'm counting on it."
I spent Sophies birthday party mostly with Sophie's parents. They insisted
on buying me drink after drink to say "Thank You" for all I had done for
Sophie. They were very nice to me, and we chatted for a long time. By the
end of the evening I was quite drunk.
As I left Sophie gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks for
coming, that must have been awful spending all night with my parents."
"It wasn't that bad" I replied.
"See you on Sunday?" she asked.
"If I've recovered" I said.
Just a few weeks from the exams Sophie stepped up her lessons to three times
a week. We got down to some serious studying and spent a lot of time doing
past papers, working out what to expect from the exam. By the eve of the
first exam, I was convinced that Sophie was as prepared as she could be.
She wasn't quite so sure.
"I'm nervous as hell." she told me before she left my house on the night
before the exam.
"That's perfectly normal." I said.
"But it's not very good for me, is it?"
"Yes, it is. I'd be more worried if you weren't nervous. Being nervous
will get the adrenaline pumping, and that will keep you alert and on top of
your game."
"O.k."
"Now remember what I've told you. The exam is three hours long, that's 180
minutes. With 100 marks on the paper, that's almost 2 minutes per mark.
Take 10 minutes at the start to read through the paper, and mark the
questions you know you can do, then do those first. The confidence will
help you with the ones you find more difficult."
"I'm not looking forward to this."
"No-one does. But you are ready. You'll do well."
"You still coming to the club this Saturday?" she asked
"You bet." I said, "I haven't been to a decent club in ages. I'm looking
forward to it."
It was true. I was looking forward to going clubbing again. A few years
earlier I had been a regular clubber, but recently the pressures school had
gotten to top of me. I ran the maths departments links with the local
primary schools, collecting all the information on the kids that would be
coming to our school. It might not sound it but it's exhausting work, and I
found myself too tired to go out, so I sat in front of the TV instead.
Winning the FA Cup or Superbowl on my Playstation was about as energetic as
I got.
"Good." she answered, "I'd better go and get a good nights sleep."
"Good idea. Best of British Luck."
"Thanks."
I wasn't entirely sure of the dress code at The Dome, so I rang them when I
woke up on Saturday morning. "Dress to Impress" I was told. Well I can
remember when that meant a shirt and tie, and I asked them to clarify for
me. The club owner said that as long as I steered clear of denim and
sportswear I would be fine.
I wasn't very impressed when I checked my wardrobe. It was full of the dull
grey and black suits that I wore for school. The last thing I wanted was to
turn up looking like a teacher and embarrass poor Sophie. I raced down to
Burtons in town to get something more suitable. It wasn't cheap, thank God
for BarclayCard.
I was due to meet Sophie and her friends at the club at 10 O'clock. By
seven I was showered, shaved, changed and ready. I met a friend in the pub
down the road. Sophie had given me two tickets and I was damned if I was
going to turn up alone. Ashley and I were supposed to have a drink before
we went, but it turned into steak and chips. After a couple of hours and
several pints, we called a taxi and made our way to the club.
By the time we got there a long queue had already formed outside the club.
Ashley and I joined the end of the line, and I regretted not bringing a
jacket as I shivered in the cool night air. It took over ten minutes to get
to the clubs' door. I presented the tickets Sophie had given me, and the
two of us were waved into the place without having to pay. I had never been
to this club before and I was somewhat surprised by the size of it. I
remember thinking that I would never find Sophie in this crowd. Still, I
was here now, and so was my best mate. I knew he was on the pull, and I
might even join him. Ash spotted some of his colleges from work, and went
over to join them. I made my way to the bar to get us both a drink. I
ordered two bottled beers and balked at the cost. I didn't have much cash
on me so I opened a tab on my credit card instead. While the barman was
doing that a familiar voice behind me said, 'I'll have a Hooch Lemon please
James."
"Oh you will, will you?" I said turning around.
"Yes please." Said Sophie, "After all, it is a celebration."
I couldn't refuse. She looked stunning. As always she had her hair in a
ponytail, but she had some sort of spray on it that made it sparkle. She
wore just enough make-up to enhance her features; her lips, cheeks and eyes.
She was wearing almost the classic little black dress, except that this had
a low back and halterneck. Oh, and it was short. Very short.
She saw me admiring the dress. "Like the outfit?" She held her arms out
and turned around on the spot.
"It's certainly not what I'm used to seeing you in." I replied.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, Sophie. It's a lovely dress."
"And the shoes." she said, standing on one leg and waggling her foot at me.
They were indeed nice shoes. I was more than happy to look down there as it
gave me an excuse to look at her legs on the way back up.
"How did the exam go?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." she said, "Not tonight."
The barman brought Sophies drink and we walked away from the bar. Sophie
looked at the two bottles in my hands.
"I hope you're not planning to get too pissed," she said, "I expect a
celebration dance later and I don't want to have to hold you up."
"They're not both for me." I said, "I'm here with a friend. He's over there
look." I pointed to Ash.
"Introduce me then." she said.
I took her over and introduced her to Ash and his workmates. Sophie
revelled in their attention for a while. Ashley pulled me aside to talk to
me, but the club was so loud he had to shout at me.
"She is hot mate. Is she the one you've been tutoring?"
"That's her." I replied.
"I don't know how you've managed it. Alone with her, really close like, for
two hours a week. I'd have jumped on her by now."
"Well I'm far too professional for that," I said, "besides, I enjoy working
with her, and if I tried anything, she would almost definitely want another
tutor."
"Aw, man. You need your head looking at. She is hot, and she's hot for
you. I don't know how you can't see it."
"Ethics, mate, ethics."
"Fuck ethics. Fuck Sophie while your at it. She's gotta be worth it.
Besides, if she's finished her exams, she' not your pupil anymore."
Just then Sophie came over and insisted that I go and meet her friends.
"I met them at the your birthday party." I said.
"So." was her reply. "I'm celebrating. Come and meet them again. Besides,
the Champagne is over there."
I had a really good time for the rest of the night. We drank Champagne,
danced and I chatted at length with some of Sophie's friends when I was
resting. Sophie on the other hand never stopped dancing. I have no idea
where she got the energy from. The music was so fast, and made you dance
equally fast that I could only last for 2 or 3 tracks at most. Each time I
forced my way on to the packed dance floor, Sophie would push everyone out
of the way, and come running over to give me a hug. When I left the floor
to recuperate, Sophie tried to hold be back and stop me from going.
At one point, it must have been around 1 a.m., I was sat at the table,
trying to get the last few drops out of the last Champagne bottle to avoid
inflicting more damage on my credit card by buying another drink, when
Sophie's best friend, Andrea, came and flopped down next to me.
"It's empty." she said.
"So's my wallet." I replied.
"Well I've got some cash left. I'll but you a drink on one condition."
"What's that?"
"For god's sake just get it over with and snog Soph."
"What?"
"She's hot for you. Surely you've noticed, your mate Ash has. He's a good
snogger by the way."
"What?" My brain was starting to fail and there was just too much
information in one sentence.
"At School Sophie talks about nothing but you. It's James this and James
that. She thinks your some sort of god or something. Personally I wish the
two of you would just fuck and get it over with."
"What?"
"Oh I give up. Look, is that mate of yours available?"
I'd always had my suspicions, but to be told in such detail had shook me up
a little. Andrea got up and chased after Ash, just as Sophie took her place
next to me.
"Sophie." I said, suddenly wide awake.
"James."
"I wanted to say thanks for asking me to come tonight. I've had a blast I
really have."
"Thanks for coming. I'm just glad I've finally got you out of the house and
away from those books."
We looked at each other for what seemed like an age, but could only have
been a few seconds. Her eyes were sparkling and she looked prettier than
ever. She smiled at me and if it was possible her eyes lit up even more.
She placed her hands on my face and pulled me to her gently as she placed a
kiss softly on my lips. It was a brief kiss but she tasted so sweet on my
lips and I wanted more. If I hadn't had quite so much to drink I would have
stopped things there, but at that moment, Sophie changed from a student who
I wanted to do well, into a sexy, beautiful young woman who was offering
herself to me. I reached up a hand to her face and we kissed again, this
time with more passion. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and almost
immediately she began to suck on it. We kissed for well over a minute
before she pulled away.
"I've wanted this for so long." she said with a sigh, "So long."
I just smiled at her. She glanced at her watch.
"My mom thinks I'm staying at Andrea's tonight. This place closes soon.
Lets go now before the crush starts."
"Go?" I said, "Where?"
"Your place?" she didn't sound very sure of herself. She was setting
herself up for a fall.
"O.k." I said, "We'll go back to my place. But no promises about what might
happen."
"Oh, I'll make the promises believe me." she said, wide eyed, "And don't
worry. I know it could be difficult for you, but no one will find out. I
promise."
We left the club and took a taxi back to my house. The whole journey we
kissed and caressed each other. I allowed my hands to roam over Sophie's
body, up her back, along her perfect thighs. I was still slightly
apprehensive, so I tried to avoid touching her breasts or running my hand up
underneath the hem of her dress. Sophie, for her part, hand equally busy
hands. While her tongue was searching my mouth, her hands were in my hair
or on my back. At one point she opened two of the buttons of my shirt and
ran her fingers through the thin hair on my chest.
I was in two minds as to what I wanted. I was enjoying this taxi ride more
than any other I had taken, and I wanted it to go on for much longer. On
the other hand I wanted to get Sophie back to my place as quickly as
possible.
When we arrived we were no sooner through the door when Sophie pushed me
back against it and once again her tongue was exploring my mouth. I
returned the favour, before pushing her off me so I could offer her a drink.
I took her hand and walked in the general direction of the kitchen, but she
stood her ground.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"The kitchen." I said, "I was going to make coffee."
Her eyes told me what she thought of that idea. She nodded her head in the
direction of the stairs, and smiled. I smiled back and nodded my agreement.
We didn't need words.
I let go of her hand and she walked slowly up the stairs. I watched for a
while, unashamedly now admiring the gentle swing of her ass. She reached
the top of the stairs and turned to look at me.
"Hurry up with that coffee. I'll be waiting for you."
She disappeared into the bathroom, I assume to freshen up, and I hurried
into the kitchen to make us a drink.
I was decidedly nervous as I made the coffee. In my mildly drunken state my
emotions were all over the place. Upstairs, waiting for me, was a very
sexy, willing 18 year old virgin. Every man's dream. But at the back of my
mind was the nagging thought, "Teachers shouldn't do this with their
students."
If I hadn't spent 8 months tutoring Sophie I would have had no qualms about
what I was about to do. But I had, and I did. She had reassured me that
she wouldn't tell anyone, that it was what she wanted.
Just then she called down the stairs to me. "James? I'll be in the
bedroom, Ok."
What the hell. She wanted me, I wanted her. To hell with the consequences.
I finished the coffee and took it upstairs to Sophie. As I walked into the
bedroom I was stopped dead in my tracks. Sophie was lying on her side on my
double bed. She had taken her hair out of it's ponytail, and it flowed down
around her face. She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her
elbows, her legs bent at the knees and her feet in the air. From this
position I could see right down her cleavage. It was a phenomenal sight.
Any doubts I had disappeared for ever at that moment.
I put the coffee down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed facing
her. She pulled her self upright, her legs underneath her, and draped an
arm around my neck.
"I've been in love with you for so long." she said dreamily, "So long."
With that she placed her lips against mine, and we were kissing again. I
responded and placed my arm around her and my hand on her back. Clearly
this time she didn't want to waste time, and she reached up to moved my hand
to her breast. I felt it through the thin material of her dress, squeezing
gently. As we kissed her breathing became heavy, and she began to moan
softly. She moved her hand from my neck, and began to undo the buttons on
my shirt. One by one she undid them, rubbing her hand on the newly exposed
portion of my chest each time. As is the fashion these days I was wearing
my shirt outside of trousers, so when she had opened the last button, she
had no problem slipping it off my shoulders leaving me naked from the waist
up.
She pulled back from our kiss to look at me. Then she bent her head to lick
at the nipples of my chest, sending shivers throughout my body. I closed my
eyes, tipped my head back and just enjoyed the feelings that this gorgeous
creature was causing inside me.
Suddenly she stopped, scuttled over to the other side of the bed and stood
up. She stood there before me, looking exquisite in that little black
dress. She smiled at me, still no words were needed, then reached up to the
halter-neck clasp. She unclasped it, and gently brought it down, taking
care to hold her dress up. I could see now the answer to a question I had
had all night. Was she wearing a bra? Yes she was. The kind that can be
worn as a halter-neck. I could see the silky black straps but nothing more.
"This dress was expensive." she said, "I'd hate to leave it on the floor."
I jumped from the bed and fished a coat-hanger from the wardrobe. I handed
it to her and she placed it on the bed in front of her. Then she slipped
the dress down and stepped out of it. She looked fantastic. She was
wearing a delightful black mess bra, which I could clearly see her nipples
through as it stretched to contain those fabulous breasts inside. The black
material contrasted with the creamy whiteness of her flesh. With the exams
looming she clearly hadn't had time for sunbathing. Her skin was smooth and
her stomach as flat and firm as a board. She stood in front of me and hung
her dress on the hanger. She turned her back on me, and walked over to the
wardrobe to hang up her dress. This gave me a heavenly view of her ass.
She was wearing a tiny black thong that matched the bra. From the back it
looked as if she was not wearing anything, the thong disappearing between
her ass cheeks. From the front I could see her neatly trimmed bush through
the black mesh material.
She came back over to bed and sat down next to me. She smiled and draped an
arm around my neck again. We were kissing again, and this time I was less
tentative with my hands. They both went straight to her tits, caressing
them through the material of her bra. I tried to avoid her nipples, gently
brushing them occasionally, teasing her. Each time I did she gasped as we
kissed, and I could feel the nipple harden slightly. In time I reached into
her bra and scooped out the flesh inside. Once they were both free, I
attacked the nipples, rubbing and squeezing them. She broke off the kiss
and the expression on her face told me she liked what I was doing. Her
mouth was open and her eyes were wide. From her throat came barley audible
moans of pleasure. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. As
she pulled it over her head I bent my head and sucked one of those tiny buds
of female flesh into my mouth. This time she squealed louder.
"Oh....Oh, my god....Oh James, don't you dear stop. God that feels good."
She threw the bra onto the floor and put both hands on the back of my neck,
pulling me into her tighter. I responded by stopping my sucking, and
instead flicked at the nipple with my tongue. With my hand I rubbed the
other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Sophie went wild at this,
becoming even more vocal.
"Oh yeah.....Oh, that's nice....that's nice James...Oh my god don't stop."
I pulled back from her, fighting against her hands that were trying to keep
me there.
"No..." she said, but all I wanted to do was swap nipples, and she was soon
once again telling me how much she was enjoying what I was doing.
For somewhere between five and ten minutes I alternated between nipples,
sucking, flicking and rubbing. In time I pulled away, and sat up straight.
"Oh, James," she said, "I never...no-one ever....that was nice."
"There's more to come." I said. "Lie down."
She did as I said, leaning back on the bed. I followed her and taking care
not to put all my weight on her as I lay on top of her, I kissed her mouth
once again. It was a brief kiss, and I soon broke it off, so that I could
run my tongue down her chin and neck, between the valley of her breasts, and
on to her navel. I dipped my tongue into her belly button and swirled it
around before continuing down to her panties. I sat on my knees between her
legs and took the straps of her thong on her hips between my fingers an
pulled it down slightly. Sophie lifted her hips to assist me, and her thong
was down past her knees and off. I tossed them down to the floor to join
the bra.
I ran my hands up Sophies legs, parting them as I did so. I looked down at
her, lying before me her legs spread, waiting to see what I would do next.
She smiled at me, "Well?"
I lifted her right leg and kissed it at the knee. I continued with little
kisses up her leg until I reached the top of her thigh, then released her
leg, and did the same with her left leg. When I had finished, I bent down
and kissed her just above her neat patch of pubic hair. She was clearly
turned on a tremendous amount, and the scent of her pussy filled my nostrils
completely.
I slid my hands up along her waist and around to her back, letting my thumbs
just trace the curve of her breasts. Her skin was incredibly soft and
smooth. She grabbed my head gently in her hands and pushed it down toward
her crotch, clearly telling me what she wanted. I was more than willing and
as I traced my tongue through her pubes she moved her hands so that they
caressed my shoulders, then let her fingers move up and through my hair,
letting me set the pace. I slid my hands down along her hips until my
fingers traced the crease below her buttocks. As I got closer, I could feel
her wetness against my face, and feel her muscles beginning to tighten up.
She was beginning to make animal sounds deep in her throat, and her fingers
tightened in my hair. I had wanted to prolong this more, but I was not going
to be able to resist much longer. I pushed my face directly into her, and
let my tongue lap up through her slit until it flicked across her clit. She
gasped as I moved my hands to cup her buttocks and press her into my face.
I dipped my tongue into her and lapped upward. She arched her back, began to
move back and forth. A prolonged "Ahhhhh!" came from inside her, almost
like singing. I settled into a rhythmic lapping up and across her clit, then
taking it between my lips, sucking it in, and pressing it out with my
tongue. Her hands pressed my face hard into her, and she began to thrust
with more force back into me. She began a short, harsh panting sound that
grew in intensity until I was worried she might wake the neighbours. She
suddenly gave a single high-pitched squeal and her body tensed up for
several moments before going limp. She let go of my head, and her hands
fell at her sides, while I lay between her legs, my head resting on her
thigh, licking her slowly and softly. I was in heaven, and very nearly fell
asleep right there as we enjoyed the closeness of each other while time
seemed to stand still.
Sophie's breath slowly returned to a normal rate, and she lifted her head up
off the bed.
"James....Oh James..." she kept repeating.
I moved my head and pulled myself up her body until my face was level with
hers. I looked deep into her eyes, and she smiled back up at me.
"Recovered?" I asked.
"I want you James." she replied. "I've always wanted you."
I still had my trousers and boxers on, and sat up on my knees so that I
could undo the buckle of my belt. Sophie reached up to help, and I moved my
hands to let her get on with it.
I knelt in front of Sophie as she sat, her head level with where my cock was
hidden by my clothes. She finished with the buckle, and took clear pleasure
in whipping the belt out from around my waist. She had a big grin on her
face, and looked like she was opening her birthday present. She threw the
belt on the floor, and attacked the button and fly of my trousers. It
didn't last long, and she reached inside, her hands going around to my ass,
and she forced my trousers down as far as they would go in my current
position.
My Calvin Kliens were all that stood now between Sophie and her first
glimpse of my cock, and as far as I knew, her first glimpse of any cock.
Again she reached up, slowly this time, and took hold of the waistband of my
boxers. She pulled it away from my belly, and moved her head to peek
inside. She looked up at me, smiling, then pulled the garment down and over
the bulge that was my cock. It sprang down and hit her on the nose as it
was set free.
"Oh," she said, "Hallo." She was talking to my cock. "I've been waiting to
meet you for such a long time. How about a kiss?"
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of cock. Then she pulled my boxers
down to the same position as my trousers, and moved her hands back up so
that they were gripping the cheeks of my ass. Finally, after such a
prolonged stripping, Sophie teasing me as much as I had teased her, she
opened her mouth and engulfed my cock, sucking it in as much as she could.
I threw my head back and was just getting into the rhythm of Sophies blowjob
when she stopped and lay back down again.
"Fuck me." she instructed.
I fumbled with my clothes as I tried to get them off. Sophie just lay there
watching.
"Come on," she urged, "I've waited long enough don't you think."
"Is this.." I asked, but Sophie didn't need me to finish the question.
"I've been saving myself for you." she said.
I smiled, and having finally got all my clothes off, took my cock in my hand
and guided it towards her waiting pussy. Sophie reached down as well, and
together we rubbed my cock up and down her slit, covering the head with
Sophie's lubrication.
"Now." she said.
And with that she let go of my cock and put her hands around my waist
pulling me to her. I pushed forward and almost 9 months after first meeting
this delightful young woman, my cock slipped easily into her slick hole.
She was so wet, and she was pulling me toward her with such force, that I
slid in all the way in one go. She held me there, just enjoying the new
sensations, wiggling her ass as if she was trying me for size and wanted to
make sure I fitted well. I looked at her face, her eyes closed and her
mouth slightly open. She was beautiful. She finally released her grip on
my waist, telling me that she was ready for me to take over.
Slowly at first I pulled out, stopping when only the head of my cock was
inside her. There I waited for a brief moment before plunging slowly back
in. I repeated this several times, each one slightly quicker than the last,
until we settled into a rhythm, with Sophie meeting my every thrust. She
began to moan quietly, and as we moved to the beat of our own tune on the
bed, her moans became louder.
I've never been that good at keeping sex at a slow pace and as much as I
wanted this to last forever, today was no exception. As my own pleasure
took over, and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my balls, I
increased the tempo, until I was pounding Sophie with all I had.
Fortunately she seemed to like this, and her vocalisations peaked in almost
a scream as her body tensed and she came for the second time that night. As
her body spasamed beneath me, I could hold back no longer, and with a low
grunt I filled Sophie full of cum. Jet after Jet of the creamy liquid
flooded Sophies pussy, and I'm ashamed to say, for the first time that night
I wondered if I should have invested in a packet of three from the vending
machine in the club earlier.
As our orgasms subsided we lay in each others arms for an eternity, before I
realised that I was nodding off to sleep and I still had my contact lenses
in. I had to reluctantly get up to take them out. When I returned to the
bed Sophie had snuk under the covers and was sleeping contentedly. I
slipped into the bed next to her, scooched up beside her, and draping my arm
over her I fell fast asleep too.
The next morning I cooked Sophie breakfast before driving her home. She got
me to pull up a couple of streets from her house.
"Last night I told you that no-one would find out. I think mummy might get
suspicious if you drop me outside the house."
"Point taken."
"I had a lovely time last night James. Thank you."
"Thank you Sophie."
She blushed. Before she left, I felt that I had to ask her about the risk
we had taken in not using a condom.
"Sophie, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Last night, we didn't, I mean I didn't..."
She stopped me mid sentence. "You're worried about not using a condom?"
"Exactly."
"Well don't. I've been on the pill for almost three years. Doctors
orders."
"But what about.."
"Well I know you haven't caught anything from me. You couldn't have could
you when you think about it."
"But how do you know you haven't got anything from me?"
"I trust you. If you were worried about it you wouldn't have done it."
This girl was amazing. She had total trust in me, even though I didn't have
total trust in myself. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, before
saying goodbye and getting out of the car. I watched her walk away, and she
turned and waved at me as she crossed the street. I waved back then drove
back home.
We saw each other several times over the next few weeks, and then when I
broke up for the school holidays we saw each other nearly every day. We
even got a cheap holiday in Ibiza from lastminute.com. Her parents found
out before we went, they were bound to weren't they? Surprisingly they
actually approved of our relationship. All too soon the A Level results
were published, and it turned out that our tuition had worked, Sophie sailed
through all her exams, including maths. She got her place at university in
Bristol. That meant she would have to move away. Two days before she left
we went out on a romantic evening. I brought us some tickets to a London
show, and we spent the night in a hotel. That was our last night together.
She left for university and although we've spoken on the phone a few times,
we haven't seen each other since. I doubt if we ever will. Last I heard
she had a new boyfriend who was studying law. I too have met someone else,
an NQT who started at our school this year. I'm happy, Sophies happy, but
we're not together. Life's funny like that.
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