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ASSTR:  Final, final edits, if it's not too late....



Student of Love

by AmorousTwo

The following is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. It contains 
strong erotic content and should not be read if you are offended by explicit 
sexual scenes. M-F, oral

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My ex-wife was certainly never shy about pointing out other people's faults, 
real or imagined. She said my income was inadequate to support the lifestyle 
she deserved. I guess not, with her taste in luxury cars, cruises, and high 
fashion. But what really hurt was her complaint that I was a lousy lover, 
lacking in the skills that assure a woman's sexual satisfaction. On that 
point she was more right than I cared to admit.

I discovered she was having a torrid affair with a philandering doctor (her 
gynecologist, of course) and our marriage hit rock bottom. Their flagrant 
liaison jolted me into filing for a divorce, which was already looming on 
the horizon anyway. Fortunately, we had no children to get hurt in the 
crossfire, as is often the case. I would have sued her lover for alienation 
of affection but actually felt sorry for the guy because he definitely got 
the worst of the deal. He must have been enamored with her tight pussy.

For a while I buried myself in my work, but I knew there was something 
missing in my life. Actually, it had been that way long before the divorce, 
but an empty house just made me realize it more. I needed someone to love, 
to share my hopes, my dreams, my life. But I doubted my own judgment after 
making such a mistake. And it was painfully obvious that I had to improve my 
interpersonal and sexual skills in order to succeed in another relationship. 
So I resolved to do whatever it took to become a skillful, caring lover.

My first step was to educate myself on what makes women tick. John Gray's 
book "Men are From Mars, Women are from Venus" was where I began, followed 
by "Mars and Venus in the Bedroom." Wanting to know much more, I took 
Sinclair's free "Sexual Intimacy Quotient" test. To my surprise, the results 
indicated I wasn't so inhibited after all, but just needed more love skills. 
Then I ordered all their "Better Sex" videos, devouring them in just a 
single weekend. Even more steamy videos and an assortment of sex toys 
followed. Two male performance supplements, Avena Sativa and L-Arginine, 
substantially boosted my libido.

I was chock full of information on women, what they really wanted in a man, 
and how to be a good lover. There was just one "little" problem...no woman! 
After being out of circulation for such a long time, finding "Ms. Right" 
would not be easy. Just the thought of the difficult search ahead gave me 
butterflies.

The bar and club scene didn't appeal to me but I'd kept my membership in the 
health club, worked out regularly to stay in shape, and felt that might be a 
good place to start. The scenery was great-- lots of tight butts, surgically 
enhanced breasts, and firm, tanned legs. But most of the women seemed to be 
early twenties and swarmed over by guys fifteen years younger than I. It 
made me realize one more hurdle remained, and that was to re-build my 
self-confidence.

In the meantime, my consulting work was doing really well. I was traveling 
all over the Southeast and regularly got to Charlotte, where there was a 
great restaurant I enjoyed a lot called "The Simple Gourmet." After long 
days on the road, I've always figured there was no reason to skimp on food 
and lodging. A fine meal and a restful night help you bounce back. My days 
start very early and I usually have dinner before six p.m., so I can get in 
a good workout before bed.

The Simple Gourmet is where I got to know Sandi. Our first meeting was 
actually at a Red Cross Blood Center a few hours after the terrorist attack 
on New York and Washington. Like many others that terrible day we were 
trying to help any way we could. She was in line ahead of me, and obviously 
upset at the news reports. We ended up having a nice conversation while 
giving blood in adjacent recliners. I was rather proudly wearing my 
seven-gallon pin and was somewhat surprised to find her donations totaled 
more than ten gallons! Without preaching, she pointed out that the average 
woman has less blood to begin with, loses some each month from menses, and 
so gives more of herself when donating. Before we left she told me about the 
restaurant where she worked. It sounded so inviting (and she seemed so nice) 
that I had to check it out.

Sandi was a young looking forty, and a real knockout...beautiful sexy 
figure, a big smile to match, and personality plus. I always asked for her 
section at the restaurant, and gradually got to know her quite well. She was 
very attentive to customers, making sure they enjoyed their visit, and I 
found myself looking forward to seeing and talking with her. On a recent 
visit I'd heard her tell another restaurant employee that it was her 
birthday. So I tipped her twenty dollars and left it under my business card 
on which I'd written "Happy Birthday," signing it "Chris." Then I quietly 
slipped away, not wanting her to think I intended the gift to be a quid pro 
quo. Needless to say, on my subsequent visits the service was even better.

A couple of visits later, I casually told Sandi that she must be a mind 
reader, as she always seemed to anticipate what I needed, even before I knew 
myself. She gave me a demure smile and simply said, "Thanks, Chris." Then I 
blurted out, "It's really a good thing you're not actually a mind reader. 
Otherwise, I'd be in a lot of trouble." She quickly replied, "Me, too." It 
only took a moment for the impact of what she said to sink in! Taking a deep 
breath, I asked her if she'd like to meet someplace nice for coffee and 
conversation. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when she said, without 
hesitation, "Yes, I'd like that."

We agreed to meet at a nearby Starbucks later that evening. As I sat 
nervously on the veranda at Starbucks, I felt just like a teenager on a 
first date. I watched for her car, which she had described as simply "red." 
It was actually a fire engine red BMW, with stick shift, and it was obvious 
from the way she deftly wheeled into the parking space that she knew how to 
drive it. As she stepped out of her car, I saw she'd let her hair down and 
changed into designer jeans and a simple white blouse. Her clothes showed 
off a beautiful figure, probably the result of frequent workouts. My 
hormones were stirring even before she said hello.

We ordered some coffee and ice cream. I was mesmerized by her beautiful 
green eyes, her sweet way of making you feel at ease, even the sensuous way 
she savored the ice cream. When I admired a gorgeous emerald ring she was 
wearing, she held out her hand for me to see. I instinctively took her hand 
in mine and at that moment something connected between the two of us that I 
just can't explain. We looked softly into each other's eyes, as if both of 
us were trying to speak but could not find the words. Then she said, almost 
in a whisper, "Can we go somewhere?"

It was a brief drive to the Marriott Courtyard just down the road, where I 
had a room, and Sandi followed me in her BMW. My mind was racing ahead, 
visualizing being alone with her. I'd already checked in, so we just took 
the elevator to my floor and walked to the room. Unlocking the door, we 
stepped inside and it closed behind us. That's when it really sank in that, 
for the first time in a long while, I was going to make love to a woman. 
Many emotions were racing through me, including one of simple gratitude for 
Sandi's trust. My "self-improvement" studies had taught me that the act of 
making love is more emotionally significant for a woman than it is for a 
man. My fervent hope was that Sandi wouldn't be disappointed in me.

I took her soft hands in mine and raised them to my lips for a kiss, then 
put my arms around her for a loving hug. She responded by placing her 
slightly open mouth against mine. Our moist lips and then our bodies pressed 
more urgently together. My head was spinning, my heart pounded, and every 
nerve in my body felt energized. No drug in the world could possibly match 
those euphoric feelings. As we pulled back and looked at one another, her 
face told me she was experiencing similar emotions.

There was just a momentary awkwardness, as we looked around the quarters. 
Sandi came to the rescue, saying "We've both had a busy day, so let's take a 
nice soak in the tub. I'd love to have you wash my back and rub the tension 
from my neck and shoulders." I quickly agreed. It was a great idea! As the 
large bathtub filled with water, she raised her arms to put her hair up and 
I unbuttoned her blouse. We slowly undressed each other, savoring the 
moment. I unfastened her bra and slid it from her shoulders, exposing 
lovely, well-proportioned breasts, with perky turned-up nipples. Admiring 
her gorgeous figure, I said, "You're beautiful, Sandi." She pressed her firm 
body against mine, kissing me passionately and making my genitals tingle in 
anticipation.

We finished undressing and climbed into the tub. She sat between my legs, 
with her back to me, and I began to wash her back, neck, and shoulders. She 
raised her arms for me to do under them, presenting the most erotic view of 
her breasts. They seemed just waiting for attention, and were not to be 
disappointed. As I lovingly washed, cupped, and kneaded them, Sandi leaned 
her head back against my shoulder and turned her face toward me for a wet 
kiss. I worked slowly down her torso, reaching the golden triangle of soft 
curly hair on her Venus mons, that most sensual curve advertising the 
treasures that lie just below. Her eyes were closed and her thighs parted to 
give access to her most private region.

Words I had studied reminded me, "Be gentle, go slow, patiently coax her 
passion along." So I bypassed her womanhood and used the washcloth on her 
legs, stroking them first on top and outside, then underneath her legs and 
butt. When I did her inner thighs Sandi's midsection was pushed upward, 
seeking contact. I let go of the washcloth, placed my right hand at the top 
of her curly mound, and slid it slowly down until I gently cupped her sex. 
My left arm curled around her and I held one breast, tenderly kneading the 
nipple. I slowly stroked up and down her labia, easing my middle finger 
between the soft, puffy outer lips. She thrust up against my hand. Her body 
became taut from head to toe as I continued to stroke between her sensitive 
lips.

I explored deeper inside her sex with two fingers, my right thumb gently 
massaging the hood over her erect clitoris. Sensing she was nearing a 
climax, I pressed two fingers firmly against her G-spot and rhythmically 
massaged it. Her breathing shifted to quick gasps, and her nipples suddenly 
were noticeably larger, rigid as a penis. Sandi pressed her feet against the 
end of the tub and pushed back hard against me, shaking her legs violently 
and thrashing the water about. Then she inhaled a deep breath and held it, 
made a series of quick thrusts against my hand, and let out a loud primal 
moan. It was the most wonderful sound I'd ever heard.

As her sweet body descended from the heights of ecstasy, quivering with 
aftershocks, I cradled her tenderly, kissed her face, and placed my cheek 
against hers. For a minute neither one of us spoke, until she softly 
whispered a single word, "Wonderful." Whether she meant the orgasm or me did 
not matter.

Sandi quickly recovered, turned around to face me, and sat down between my 
thighs with her legs beside me. Her green eyes sparkling mischievously, she 
announced, "Now it's your turn to get washed, mister. I'll make good use of 
this soapy water as it runs out, and we'll get some fresh to rinse with." 
She proceeded to wash me lovingly, her soft hands lingering on my sensitive 
genitals. We ran several inches of hot water back in and rinsed off each 
other. Then we leaned toward one another. Our lips parted, and touched 
lightly. We shared breath, barely moving. She reached out, gently grasping 
my thick penis. I slowly ran my fingertips over her sensitive nipples. We 
were totally focused on the feelings flowing between us, almost in a trance.

Sandi leaned back, looked me straight in the eyes, and grasped the sides of 
the tub for support. Moving forward until our bodies touched, she lowered 
herself until my rigid penis touched her outer lips. I hadn't anticipated 
that...not in the tub...and started to say something about a condom but 
before I could open my mouth I felt her hand on me, then the delicious 
sensation of sliding inside her tight vagina. With her arms and legs wrapped 
around me, she began to thrust and squeeze. My fingers clutched her buns, 
pulling her against me to push my penis deeper inside her, to the very core 
of her sex. The sensation was incredible and I would have soon filled her 
with cum except the hard bathtub pressed rather painfully against my butt as 
we rocked back and forth, passionately coupled. Sandi had another wonderful 
orgasm, this one lasting much longer. Her arms and legs squeezed me like a 
vise as her vaginal muscles contracted in waves. A very long Ohhhhhhh! 
escaped her lips, pressed almost against my ear. It was more beautiful love 
music.

We got out of the tub in a bit and dried each other off. As if to thank my 
penis, Sandi knelt down and kissed it all over, finally taking it into her 
hot, wet, mouth for some loving strokes. My pre-cum was flowing and, judging 
from the satisfied look on her face, she found the taste to be pleasant. It 
was extremely arousing to watch her sucking me and I would have quickly 
ejaculated in her mouth but wanted to hold off.

Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bed and instructed her to sit on 
the edge and lie back. As I knelt down between her legs she licked her lips 
in anticipation of the pleasures to follow.
I'd given head before but had never wanted to do it so much. I began to lick 
Sandi's labia, gradually penetrating her with my tongue. My hands cupped and 
kneaded her breasts. She had her knees drawn up and was holding my head as I 
continued to eat her out. Her passion steadily rose as I tongue-fucked her. 
Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I moved my mouth up to suck her 
engorged clit, standing erect like a penis. She arched her sex up against my 
face and began to ejaculate girl-cum on me, wetting my chin.

I'd read about female ejaculation but had never experienced it. She had a 
musky woman-scent and her pheromones were intoxicating. As her orgasm 
subsided I kept my mouth against her and two fingers inside her, not moving. 
After a minute I began to nuzzle her sex with my face and Sandi responded. 
Turning my fingers so they curled downward against the bottom of her vagina, 
I placed my thumb against her anus. That allowed me to massage those 
sensitive areas from both sides simultaneously. As I began sucking her clit 
again, she soared to new heights, flooding my face with more girl-cum. Then 
she collapsed back down on the bed, her body quivering with aftershocks.

My erection had been up so long it was almost painful, but Sandi needed to 
recover. I moved up and cradled her with my body, supporting my weight. My 
penis was resting on her furry mound, trapped between her hard body and 
mine. After a few moments she said, "That was incredible. Where in the world 
did you learn how to give such pleasure?"

"I've been studying. I guess you could call me a student of love. But I 
wasn't expecting...wasn't prepared...in the bathtub, because I didn't have a 
condom ready."

"Chris, I know a lot about what you've been through, with the divorce and 
all. And I'm a pretty good judge of character. Tell me, how long has it been 
since you made love to a woman?"

"Not since the divorce, nearly a year ago, and not for more than a year 
before that. Things had gone downhill until we weren't being intimate any 
more. So it's been over 2 years since I made love, other than to my right 
hand!"

"Ditto for me", she said, "and all that time we both were regular blood 
donors, tested for STD's."

"You're right. I guess we don't have to worry about disease but..."

"Don't worry, Chris, I've taken care of that, too. And now I'm going to take 
care of YOU, big time! Put that beautiful love muscle inside me until I've 
milked it dry, or else!" With that declaration she firmly grasped my penis, 
spread her firm thighs, and guided me inside her slippery sex. We began to 
rock against one another with increasing passion.

A tingling urgency began to gather and grow, filling me like a rising tide, 
building toward release. As she locked her ankles behind my head to allow 
deeper penetration, I pushed forward to increase the pressure on Sandi's 
engorged clit. Our genitals were locked tightly together, her vaginal 
muscles squeezing my penis, which became firmer and larger as my climax 
approached. Sandi threw back her head, her mouth open as if to yell, while 
orgasmic spasms swept over her body. The milking action of her vaginal 
muscles sent me over the top and my spurting fountain of ecstasy sent hot, 
thick streams of cum deep inside her...one, two, three times, and more. We 
collapsed in a quivering, entangled heap, totally spent.

I looked at Sandi's face and saw tears were running down her cheeks. For a 
moment I was very concerned, fearing my passion had caused her pain. But her 
smile quickly told me they were tears of joy. My own eyes filled as I 
realized how wonderful our lovemaking had been, and how much I cared for the 
woman in my arms. I didn't want to ever let her go.

Epilogue:

Sandi and I were married several months later and have been together for 
almost two years now, sharing love that continues to grow each day. She's 
absolutely incredible and I'm the luckiest guy in the world for finding her. 
We decided to share our story with others who may be discouraged about 
finding their soul-mate.

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E-mail comments to: AmorousTwo@hotmail.com

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Acknowledgement:
Very special thanks to Desdmona, who encouraged this work and provided 
constructive criticism that helped to improve it. See her fine ASSTR 
collection of stories at...
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/%7EDesdmona/


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