The Education of Deniichaichards
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,722
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Four
The Education of Denise Richards
Chapter Four
The following day:
By Lude
This would be the important evening, Steve thought. Yeah, sure Denise Richards had given him a blowjob the night before. While Denise seemed to have liked it, now that she’d had time to think it over, would her reaction be the same tonight? Steve had dated and bedded his share of women, but he didn’t confuse amorous success with any short of understanding of the female psyche.
He sat at the bar of a dark restaurant. He didn’t wai waiting. Would she show up? She was already fifteen minutes late. He checked his watch. In his hand he held the note Denise had slipped into his hand earlier during class that day. The only thing written on the paper was, Met me at Ronnies at 7 pm. Neither had said anything about it. Steve waved to the bartender and ordered another Brandi Alexander.
When she was over twenty minutes late, as it turned out, Steve was so entranced with his thoughts of last night that he didn’t see Denise come in. He felt a gentle tap on his back, and turned rapidly to see…
…she wore a radiant smile. Very pleased with herself at having surprise him, her beaming blue eyes crinkled at the corners with the pleasure of the moment.
“I’m sorry to be so late,” she said rapidly. “Couch Roup kept us late, practicing cheers.”
“I must talk to her,” Steve said archly, hauling himself erect on the barstool. No, he wouldn’t, but he smiled any way.
“So, what do you want for dinner?” Steve asked.
Getting the best possible answer, Denise said, “I’m not hungry. Let’s go to your place.”
With sparkles in the dark eyes to affirm what she did want. Steve tossed off the last of his drink, threw a twenty on to the bar, and walked out with her. Wondering what delightful memories of a passionate evening would he have in the morning, in the car, Steve gave Denise a special present.
Later in his apartment, the yearning in her eyes said it all. Denise took a deep sip of her red wine and walked off into his bedroom and closed the door. Steve took a small sip of his own and sat down on the couch to await developments. If he’d chosen unwisely, she might throw the box at him and storm out. But the best outcome would be…
…the door opened, and there she stood with a small, impish smile. The blue jeans and flannel shirt were . In. Instead she wore the white-silk bra and panties set, with a front closure, he’d given her. She stood there holding her wine glass in salute, and it looked as if she’d taken another sip of her drink, maybe to work up her courage…or loosen her inhibitions.
Steve found himself suddenly apprehensive. He took another drink himself before standing, and he walked slowly, and a little uneasily joined her at the bathroom door.
Her eyes, he saw, were a little uneasy telveelves, a little frightened. But he was able to smile. “I guessed the right size.”
“Yes, it feels wonderful. It’s so smooth and silky.”
He bent his head down to kiss her and caught the scent of her perfume. It was sweet and sensual, very suitable to the moment. Her arms came around him sooner than he’d expected. His hands replicated her gesture, and he found that her skin was smooth and soft as he rubbed his hands up and down. He felt something strange on his chest and looked down to see her small hands undoing his buttons. Then her eyes looked into his and he longer saw fear as she forced his shirt up his back. Then she lifted his shirt over his head, or tried to, for her arms were too short to make it quite all the way. He hugged her tighter, feeling the silk-like fibers of her bra rub on his hairy chest. It was then that his hug became harder, more insistent, and his kiss harder on her mouth, and her took her face in his hands and looked hard into her blue, suddenly deep eyes.
Her hands moved and unfastened his belt and slacks, which fell to his ankles. He nearly fell himself when he moved one leg, but Denise caught him and they both laughed a little as he lifted his feet clear of his shoes and pants. With that, they both took a step toward the bed. Denise took another and turned, displaying herself for him. He hadn’t underestimated the girl. Her breasts and butt were perfection. Even her haircut seemed right just now, fitting her smooth tanned skin and exquisite smile.
What came next was both easy and very, very hard. Steve reached out to her side, pulling her close, but not too close. Then he let his hand wander across her chest, for the first time feeling her breast through the silky fabric of the bra, at the same time watching her eyes closely for a reaction. Her eyes, hesitate at first, seemed to relax and even smile at the next obligatory step. With both hands, he unfastened the front snap of her bra. Instantly Denise’s hands rose to cover herself.
What did that mean? Steve wondered. But then her hands dropped and she pulled him to her. As their bodies met, his head came down to kiss her again, and again. His hands slid the bra straps off her arms and it fell to the floor. Her hands went down and wrapped around the elastic band of his briefs. Then with her eyes now locked on his, she smiled, a sensuous smile that made him blush because he was as erected and ready to fulfill her needs. After her hands pushed down on the briefs, all that left was his socks, and it was his turn to kneel and pull down on her white silk-like thong. She kicked it loosed and each stood apart to inspect the other. Her breasts were about a large C, Steven thought, with nipples hard and brown as potty soil. While her waist was almost model-thin, her bottom was wonderfully curvy and firm. Steve took a step and then picked up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down with a gentle kiss, and from this moment on, he was much more than just her high school social studies teacher.
To be continued?
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Chapter Four
The following day:
By Lude
This would be the important evening, Steve thought. Yeah, sure Denise Richards had given him a blowjob the night before. While Denise seemed to have liked it, now that she’d had time to think it over, would her reaction be the same tonight? Steve had dated and bedded his share of women, but he didn’t confuse amorous success with any short of understanding of the female psyche.
He sat at the bar of a dark restaurant. He didn’t wai waiting. Would she show up? She was already fifteen minutes late. He checked his watch. In his hand he held the note Denise had slipped into his hand earlier during class that day. The only thing written on the paper was, Met me at Ronnies at 7 pm. Neither had said anything about it. Steve waved to the bartender and ordered another Brandi Alexander.
When she was over twenty minutes late, as it turned out, Steve was so entranced with his thoughts of last night that he didn’t see Denise come in. He felt a gentle tap on his back, and turned rapidly to see…
…she wore a radiant smile. Very pleased with herself at having surprise him, her beaming blue eyes crinkled at the corners with the pleasure of the moment.
“I’m sorry to be so late,” she said rapidly. “Couch Roup kept us late, practicing cheers.”
“I must talk to her,” Steve said archly, hauling himself erect on the barstool. No, he wouldn’t, but he smiled any way.
“So, what do you want for dinner?” Steve asked.
Getting the best possible answer, Denise said, “I’m not hungry. Let’s go to your place.”
With sparkles in the dark eyes to affirm what she did want. Steve tossed off the last of his drink, threw a twenty on to the bar, and walked out with her. Wondering what delightful memories of a passionate evening would he have in the morning, in the car, Steve gave Denise a special present.
Later in his apartment, the yearning in her eyes said it all. Denise took a deep sip of her red wine and walked off into his bedroom and closed the door. Steve took a small sip of his own and sat down on the couch to await developments. If he’d chosen unwisely, she might throw the box at him and storm out. But the best outcome would be…
…the door opened, and there she stood with a small, impish smile. The blue jeans and flannel shirt were . In. Instead she wore the white-silk bra and panties set, with a front closure, he’d given her. She stood there holding her wine glass in salute, and it looked as if she’d taken another sip of her drink, maybe to work up her courage…or loosen her inhibitions.
Steve found himself suddenly apprehensive. He took another drink himself before standing, and he walked slowly, and a little uneasily joined her at the bathroom door.
Her eyes, he saw, were a little uneasy telveelves, a little frightened. But he was able to smile. “I guessed the right size.”
“Yes, it feels wonderful. It’s so smooth and silky.”
He bent his head down to kiss her and caught the scent of her perfume. It was sweet and sensual, very suitable to the moment. Her arms came around him sooner than he’d expected. His hands replicated her gesture, and he found that her skin was smooth and soft as he rubbed his hands up and down. He felt something strange on his chest and looked down to see her small hands undoing his buttons. Then her eyes looked into his and he longer saw fear as she forced his shirt up his back. Then she lifted his shirt over his head, or tried to, for her arms were too short to make it quite all the way. He hugged her tighter, feeling the silk-like fibers of her bra rub on his hairy chest. It was then that his hug became harder, more insistent, and his kiss harder on her mouth, and her took her face in his hands and looked hard into her blue, suddenly deep eyes.
Her hands moved and unfastened his belt and slacks, which fell to his ankles. He nearly fell himself when he moved one leg, but Denise caught him and they both laughed a little as he lifted his feet clear of his shoes and pants. With that, they both took a step toward the bed. Denise took another and turned, displaying herself for him. He hadn’t underestimated the girl. Her breasts and butt were perfection. Even her haircut seemed right just now, fitting her smooth tanned skin and exquisite smile.
What came next was both easy and very, very hard. Steve reached out to her side, pulling her close, but not too close. Then he let his hand wander across her chest, for the first time feeling her breast through the silky fabric of the bra, at the same time watching her eyes closely for a reaction. Her eyes, hesitate at first, seemed to relax and even smile at the next obligatory step. With both hands, he unfastened the front snap of her bra. Instantly Denise’s hands rose to cover herself.
What did that mean? Steve wondered. But then her hands dropped and she pulled him to her. As their bodies met, his head came down to kiss her again, and again. His hands slid the bra straps off her arms and it fell to the floor. Her hands went down and wrapped around the elastic band of his briefs. Then with her eyes now locked on his, she smiled, a sensuous smile that made him blush because he was as erected and ready to fulfill her needs. After her hands pushed down on the briefs, all that left was his socks, and it was his turn to kneel and pull down on her white silk-like thong. She kicked it loosed and each stood apart to inspect the other. Her breasts were about a large C, Steven thought, with nipples hard and brown as potty soil. While her waist was almost model-thin, her bottom was wonderfully curvy and firm. Steve took a step and then picked up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down with a gentle kiss, and from this moment on, he was much more than just her high school social studies teacher.
To be continued?
Please let me know if you have any comments.