Teaching Love

Hello again!

I've been feeling really motivated thanks to everyone who's commented so far on my story! Thank you so much!

And to answer Yacumo's question...

The professor will be dominant.

Depending on what direction the story takes or how long it is...

Well, Phyllis is the type of character that feels turn around is fair play, but not anywhere in the foreseeable future.

Anyways! This is by far my longest chapter and it's all smut.

Reviews and comments are loved!

Enjoy!

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He smile turned slightly smug.

I didn’t care. I was trying to decide which fantasy I wanted to do first. I looked around the room to see if I couldn’t gain some inspiration from the objects in the room.

“What are you looking for?” He sounded slightly puzzled by my sudden change of focus.

There were several interesting places to use. The table, kitchen counters, floor, wall, couch, desk…

“Hmmm. I guess I vote for sex on the couch, but I want to be bent over the arm of it.” I smile happily having finally decided.

Mr. Rice made a strange sound as he seemed to once again struggle to be able to form words. I grin at him. “Cat caught your tongue? Meow?” I raised my hand to mimic a paw.

A very cute blush took over across his cheeks as he jerked his to look away from me. I love embarrassing him. “You know, I have a bed.”

“Boooooooooring!” I roll my eyes to add affect.

He stared at me in a way that suggested I needed help. “I didn’t say we would start tonight. You’re parents are probably worried by now.”

No! Nonononononono! I was mentally throwing a temper tantrum. “I want to have sex now!” I glanced at the clock. It was already five. Fuck. My mom got home at six.

See, my dad never rats me out. He was sort of for the whole freedom thing and me dealing with my own consequences. So as long as I got home before my mom I wouldn’t even be questioned.

However, I really don’t want to rush. That would just take all the fun out of it.

So I lie. I can deal with my mom. I hope. “It’s my parents’ anniversary, and because my mom works till six they’re going directly from her work out to dinner so they won’t be home till seven the earliest. That should give us enough time.” I look at him pleadingly will trying to seem like I’m telling the truth.

He seems reluctant. “You’re not lying are you?”

Of course I am, but I want to be screwed senseless. “No. I promise.” I’m so going to hell.

“Alright.” He seems to be forcing himself not to back out. “Have you ever done this before?”

Hmmm. How to answer this? I don’t really want to him to try me like a breakable virgin, but I don’t want to be screwed too roughly. So I choose a middle ground. “Just a couple of times. So… kinky couch sex now?”

He shook his head at me and chuckled slightly. “Wow. You’re bad for even a boy. You won’t be happy if it’s anything else are you?”

I shake my head and smile brightly. Or eagerly. I’m not sure. I’m already squirming in my seat slightly in anticipation.

He stands up and starts walking off. That’s not right. “Where are you going?” I huff indignantly.

“To get a couple things. Just wait.” He disappears down the hall.

I have in my imagination handcuffs and a paddle or whip, but somehow I doubt that’s what Mr. Rice is really getting. From the way he sputters at my comments you’d think he was a virgin.

I really should have asked him if he’s ever slept with a guy. Either way, he’s got to be at least a little gay to even think he can get it up enough to screw me.

I jump slightly when I hear a couple things hitting the coffee table in front of me. Oh. So that’s what he was getting. Condoms and lube. I got a smart one, haha.

“Oh, you brought more then one. Is that a promise?” I bat my eyes suggestively, but I think the effect is ruined by my grin. So to try and make it work I stand up and saunter over to him. I wrap my arms around him and purr.

He’s quietly regards me. I’m impatient so I weave my hands through his hair and jerk him down into kiss. Finally, some action! Now we just need to get our clothes off.

He starts kissing me back, but I’m completely dominating the kiss. And I let him know so by nipping his tongue when he tries to enter my mouth. Nope. Too slow.

He wraps his arms around my waist and jerks me forward so I’m pressed up against him body. I gasp at the feel. I’ll be honest; I’ve actually never had sex. I’ve never even made out with someone. The end result, I find myself instantly overwhelmed by just the feel of his body.

While I was marveling the feel of his body, he took advantage of my gasp and lack of focus to take over the kiss. Mmm. He’s a good kisser. I think. I haven’t kissed many people either, but it feels good.

We break the kiss. I know why I’m panting. I feel like a dog in heat. I’m not sure why he is though. But I feel pleased nonetheless. “Think you can keep up?” I smirk up at him.

Next thing I’m shoved back and fall on the couch. He’s really got a thing for pushing me, but in this case I like it. Though my cock likes the fact he’s just straddled me even more.

I stare up at his face. God I was right. Sort of. This is even better then when he’s pissed. There’s a deep flush on his cheeks, his chest is rising and falling faster then normal. His eyes are glassy and his pupil so big they seem almost black.

I like his expression the best. His lips curled up into a slight growl and I can see just a glint of his white teeth.

I suddenly had an image of him dressed up in a kinky dog outfit and me in a kinky cat one doing it doggie style. Normally I’d be laughing at the image. Right now it just makes me harder. I squirm under him.

He gives a small hiss and I gasp at the friction that causes. So what do I do? I start flat out buckling my hips to create more. I’m amazed at just how slutty my moans sound.

Then he shifts his weight to his knees so he’s kneeling over me. Bastard.

“Damn tease!” I hiss at him. I wanted that friction again.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” There’s that damn pleasant smile, but for some reason it seems downright sinister. He’d make a great villain. “I thought you wanted…” He licks the shell of my ear and I stop breathing. “To be taken…” He gently closes his teeth my ear lobe and tugs before releasing. “Bent over the couch.” He whispers it hotly in my ear.

His voice is husky. Controlling. Teasing. I’m aching just from the sound of it. “Ah… yes, please…”

Holy hell, did I just beg?

Then he gives a dark throaty chuckle in my ear and starts pulling off my shirt and I don’t care again.

He pauses in his movements to carefully quickly fold the shirt and set it on the table. I can’t help myself but give a breathless. “OCD, huh?”

He gives me an irritated look. “Even now you won’t keep your tongue in check.” I’m about to give a very mature retort when he kisses me hard, muffling whatever it was I was going to say.

I rake my nails down his back and try to kiss back, but it’s too fast, too hard for an inexperienced kisser like me to keep up with for long.

While he’s ravaging my mouth he hands start working on my belt. His fingers are nimble so it’s quickly tossed onto the coffee table along with my shirt. I’m slightly smug. Now all I need to do is get him so wound up he’ll toss my pants somewhere.

I break the kiss to give a strangle moan as he rubs me through my jeans while he undoes them. He lightly kisses down my neck. Part of me wants him to bite me.

Unfortunately, I’m sort of at his mercy as he rubs me lightly. It’s not near enough so I buck my hips up. He retaliates by flat out moving his hand to hold my hip up while his other tugs at my pants.

I probably should be more timid. Should be embarrassed over my still underdeveloped body. Have some modesty, but this joining wasn’t about physical appearances. It was battle where the victor was the one that had control over the other. I wanted to be controlled, but I wasn’t going to let him without a fierce fight.

I wait until he manages to get my pants down far enough I kick them the rest of the way off before I slight trying to jerk his shirt over his head. He was way over dressed.

He concedes without struggle and raises his arms for the shirt to be pulled off. I take in his half naked look. Slightly muscular, but not much. Not bad. I find my eyes focusing on his nipples though. His are a dusty brown. I pause and glance down at my pinkish ones. I like his better.

So I reach up and twik it. He jerks back slightly in surprise, but not out of range. I rub it till in turns into a hard nub.

He bits his lip and suddenly grabs my hip and flips me over on to my knees. “Whoa! Hey, a little warning would be nice!” I protest. Just for the sake of irritating him, of course.

I let out a very undignified squeak when he smacks my ass. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t meant to, it actually sounded worse then it felt. Just a small little sting. My erection twitched in response.

“Stop whining.” He mumbles, but without much venom behind it. It sounds like he’s a little embarrassed by his actions.

I grin and decide to see how far he’ll go to dominate me. I carefully school my face into a look of defiance before I glance back at me and reply in a jaunty manner. “Make. Me.”

I got another smack in reward for my little act, but still didn’t have much behind. At least I knew it was coming so I didn’t give another embarrassing squeak, but I expected more. I wiggle my ass to taunt him.

The next one has a more force behind, and I moan in response.

“You’re so fucking kinky Phyllis.” He says this as he rubs my ass where he just hit causing me to shudder. His voice is so smooth.

Unfortunately, I’m so hard it’s starting to hurt. I want to keep playing, but I can’t take it much longer. “I know, but… um, can we hurry?” I glance back at him. “I’m sort of at my patience’s end…”

He seems a little surprise by how straight-forward I am, but reaches for the lube on the table. I pull my boxers down and toss them on the floor before scooting up to the arm of the sofa. I brace my hands on the arm so I’m on all fours. Not exactly what I wanted, but my legs are kind of shaking so I’m not sure I can stand up.

I feel a finger slide into between my cheeks and swipe across my entrance. Close my eyes and lean my head against the arm of the couch. I’m not nervous. I can’t be nervous. This is what I wanted.

His slick finger traces my entrance a few times before the tip pushes in. “Relax.”

Relax. Sure, because that’s a natural response when having something foreign prodding your ass. It’s easy as counting to three. “Asshole.”

Oops. I didn’t realize that insult was rather poorly timed.

He laughs and pushes his finger in all the way. Which just feels weird. Very weird. I suddenly wished I had experiment with this myself before today. I squirm in response. At least it’s just uncomfortable.

Then he pulls out his finger and adds a second one. Both of them sliding in together. That’s not comfortable. That doesn’t feel good. “Are… you sure you’re doing this right?”

He’s quiet for a moment. I’m about to give him a very nasty retort when his other slick hand strokes my erection. I give a small cry, partially in surprise, and arch my back.

He scissors his fingers inside of me in response. “You’re a little liar. Yes, I’m doing this right Mr. Virgin.”

Ah. I slipped up, but that’s the last thing on my mind. Actually, I think my mind has been wiped clean by sensation overload. His attention to my erection is enough that I don’t care about the fingers.

Until he adds a third, and then I’m hissing. “Ow.”

“Relax or well just stop here.” He snaps at me as he stills his fingers.

Damnit. It’s too late to just stop. I take several deep breaths and focus on letting my body go limp. And his hand. His hands are very skillful. He must masturbate a lot.

He starts moving his fingers in and out. It doesn’t hurt as much now. Just a dull, uncomfortable ache. Then suddenly both the fingers in my ass and the hand on my cock disappear.

“Hey, I rel-“ I immediately protest only to be interrupted.

“I know.” I’m confused when he slips a condom onto my erection. I glance back at him see him doing the same to himself.

“Huh?” Wait, why do we both need condoms?

He moves into position behind me. “I don’t want cum on my couch.” He replies flatly.

I give a snort before I can’t help myself and start laughing. This guy is just too much. How many people do something like this?

My laughter immediately stops and gives way to a strangled cry as he decides to slide into me.

“Oh, sorry. We’re starting.” His voice is tight, but is down right taunting.

I don’t have the ability to talk right now. His fingers don’t compare to the feel of his cock inside of me. It feels up every ounce of space inside of me. Stretching me further. It’s also very hot. It’s uncomfortable, painfully so.

But not unbearably so. People wouldn’t do it if it didn’t feel good at some point. Right? I force myself to relax.

Only to feel more of him slide in. I give another surprised/pained cry. “You’re not all the way in?!”

He’s panting. He presses his head against my shoulder and murmurs a reply. “I was only half way.”

Before I can further panic he pushes in further. And further. He feels so huge inside of me. I didn’t get to see him so logically I assume that it must be true. My whole body is shaking, and I can feel my insides pulsing.

“There. I’m in.” He voice sounds so strained. I wonder why?

It doesn’t feel good though. Well, I guess in a sick way I’m enjoying it, but not as much as I thought I would. “Please keep talking.” I whimper out.

He’s quiet for a moment. “Shhh, relax Phyllis.” He continues to murmur soft words of encouragement. I find myself lulled by it.

The pain isn’t completely gone, but it’s not bad. Maybe it’ll get better. “Move.” I order.

He wraps his hand around my half faded erection before he obeys. Pulling out part way before thrusting back in. “Even when being taken you still act like you’re in control.”

It hurts, but there’s something else there to that grows with every thrust. “I… nnn, am in… control.”

He pulls out nearly all the way and shifts before slamming into me. And I scream as that thrust causes a wave of pleasure to shoot through my whole body. “Is that so?”

He starts speeding up. Every thrust bring that wave of pleasure, leaving me completely delirious as I start pushing back to meet his thrusts. I’m not paying attention to the sounds that are leaving my mouth, but judging by his chuckle they must be entertaining.

He starts stroking my erection and I lose it. It’s too much stimulation. I held out for too long. It’s too good.

I give a small scream as I climax almost violently. My whole body shudders from it. The pleasure leaves me dizzy and I can’t focus. There’s white lights and then nothing.

“Hey!” I’m being shaken. “Phyllis!” I groggily open my eyes to stare back at a frantic looking Mr. Rice.

I simply purr. My body feels like jell-o. And my mind is mash potatoes.

Mr. Rice is hovering over me. “I can’t believe you passed out.”

It takes me awhile before I can register what he said and what that means. We were having sex. It was mind blowing. White. Blackness…

Oh. I passed out. I feel my cheeks heat up. I freakin’ blacked out having sex. Well, if that isn’t embarrassing I don’t know what is. “Oh.”

“Come on, let’s get you dressed. It’s already nearly seven.” He explains softly.

Aw crap. I nod my head and struggle to help Mr. Rice dress me. He has to hold me steady as I slip my pants on. Partly because my limbs are still jell-o and partly because there’s a dull ache all through my lower back.

“You okay?” He’s really worried. I think. I’m still dazed.

I give him a goofy grin. “I’m great.” It was good. Parts of it sucked, but it was good. If you ignore the whole finger and first part of him being inside it was very good. I think it’ll get better. Not sure, I’ll have to do some research.

“Here, let me drive you home.” He seemed to relax a little.

Then I’d have to answer who dropped me off. I shake my head. “Nah! I just need to make it to the bus stop and I’ll be good.”

He accepts this without a lot of argument, which surprises me slightly. Part of my mind insists there’s a reason for this, but I don’t have the focus to find out what it is. So I smile as he walks with me to the bus stop. I just realized he had already dressed himself. Damn.

“Next time, I want to see you naked.” I tell him right before we reach the bus stop. He jolts in surprise and despite it almost being dark I know he’s blushing.

I wave at him before I amble on to the bus in a sort of awkward klutzy manner. I use my bus pass before plopping down in the seat.

I still haven’t stopped smiling. I could tell I’d sleep like a log tonight, which almost made me sad. Because I’m sure I would have had a very interesting fantasy after that.

Oh while. I snicker to myself, which results in some weird looks, I’ll come up with a really fun fantasy next time.