School Appropriate Story

Disclaimer: Student/Teacher

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I don't own Fredrick's, if that's even how you spell it.

He began by stroking the area immediately next to her groin. It was soft to the touch, and it felt great to Kristina who enjoyed the gentle genital stimulation. He laid his head on her hip, and begin to lick the area he had previously been stroking, except each time his tongue finished the circular rotation, it was brought closer to her slightly parted lips. His finger had slipped in; it was wet with her juices and the natural lubricant allowed his finger to glide over the inner lips, and trace the outline until he found his goal: the clitoris.

She moaned softly as the ball of nerves was maneuvered and unintentionally moved her hips to his touch. His finger was soon replaced by his tongue. Deciding that he was paying too much attention to that specific part of her, his tongue slid slowly down her inner lips until he stopped at her vagina. He applied pressure her vagina and slowly thrusted his tongue in. Meanwhile, he had moved his finger back to her clitoris, which was anxious for attention. He stopped his tongue movements shortly after he began, his finger now poking into her softly and his tongue dancing figure 8s on her clit. His finger was inserted to look for something very coveted, the G-spot.

Mr. Davis had been blessed with long fingers, which he proceeded to insert and stroke, looking for an area on the inside of her vagina that was different. There was a sharp intake of breath from Kristina. Apparently, he had found what he was looking for in that warm, wet tunnel. The wetness increased and he felt contractions on his finger. He withdrew his finger, but he let his face remain there, savoring her sweet scent.

He eventually removed his face from her crotch and fell back on the pillow next to her, where she had closed her eyes, and seemed to be utterly relaxed. He thought that he should hold her or something. But he was content to lie there next to her.


He had dozed off for about an hour. He had awaken to sapphire eyes glazed over, staring at his face. "Damn, I didn't mean to fall asleep." He apologized.

"Oh, I just woke up. I normally sleep on my back, but I rolled over to apologize and I saw that you weren't awake. I was about to go back to sleep in all actuality. Thanks for that orgasm, by the way. It was better than the ones I usually experience."

At this comment, he pulled her close and kissed her lips softly. "We're not done, yet. I mean, we're not done, yet, if you're comfortable." He muttered, looking into her eyes which had some smudges of light eyeshadow at the edges.

"Hell, yeah, I'm comfortable. So, what comes next?"

"You just had to have the word "comes" in there, didn't you?" She nodded at his comment. "Well, you're a smart girl, you can figure it out."

"Is it s-e-x?" She spelled out.

"Yeah."

"Are you ready?"

He looked at her oddly. "Well, I know guys need time to recuperate before they have their next erection..." She explained.

"No, I don't want to push you too hard in one night." Seeing her quizzical look, he claimed, "Hey, I can be ready in an instant. That's why I'm not staring at your chest." He rolled out of bed. "I was serious about grading papers!" He shouted as he left the room.

She quickly redressed herself and followed him out of the room.

"Thanks for grading that huge stack while I graded the not as huge stack." He graciously said as she announced her completion by throwing the papers softly on the desk in front him.

"I can't believe that it took most of last night, and an hour this morning to do! Teaching must suck!" She collapsed next to him on the couch.

"I like being unappreciated. And I had a lot of those papers simply waiting to be graded. That's like 4 classes for each day of the week. For a week and a half, or more."

She nodded her head and slowly snaked her hand into his lap. She gently unbuttoned the pants and discreetly pulled down the zipper.

"Hey! Not while I'm reading about Imperialism!" He tossed the papers onto the coffee table. "Okay, you can proceed to do naughty things with me now."

Kristina straddled Mr. Davis's legs. She removed her top, revealing a lacy black bra, obviously bought from someplace expensive (Fredrick's), and gave Mr. Davis a peck on the lips. She drew a finger to move the flaps of the pants apart. His black boxers were again revealed. Her other hand was massaging his right shoulder.

"I want to fuck you..." She said, looking longingly into his eyes, drinking in his reaction, which was his arms running up her back slower than originally.

"You sure?" He asked.

"More than anything else in the world," she answered.

"Let's head to the bedroom then. It will be more comfortable for both of us." He commanded, and she reluctantly removed herself from his lap, and quickly moved to the bedroom. He followed.

She collapsed onto the bed, quickly tore off her bra, and began struggling to get out of her pants. Mr. Davis chuckled to himself as he took off his tee-shirt and slid out of his pants easily, since they had been falling down during the brief walk to the bedroom. Still in his boxers, he began rummaging in a dresser for the box of condoms he kept there. He glanced at the expiration date; they were still good. He then tossed the box to Kristina, who barely looked up from removing the last articles of her clothing in time.

"You know how to put one on?" He asked.

"Um... no." She said, kind of disappointed there would be a lesson before there was sex.

"That's fine. All you really need to do is roll it up, and make sure the tip is facing the right direction. Most guys will enjoy it more if you massage their balls while you put it on. Then, safer sex becomes part of the foreplay." He ended his brief lesson.

He sat down, having removed his boxers during his lesson, and he suggested that she straddled him like she had been doing not so long before. When she did as she was instructed, her lips met with his, and Kristina felt his tongue softly penetrate her lips. Her lips parted to give way to his roaming tongue. She began massaging his tongue with her's, and she noticed that Mr. Davis's tongue was not the only thing that was roaming. His long fingers were caressing her areole, making her exposed nipples harden almost instantly against his chest. His caress felt so good to Kristina.

Kristina almost swore that she felt some slight pressure on her labia. I must really be turned on, she thought. Mr. Davis shifted, and she felt the pressure appear more strongly, and then disappeared. He withdrew his tongue from her lips.

He looked into her eyes, and brushed her hair away from her face. "Are you nearly ready? I have lube, or we can continue foreplay if you aren't ready..." He said almost meekly, so different than what she had known of her history teacher before their sudden bonding.

"Lube," she said, her voice bold by comparison, as if their personalities had switched.

Mr. Davis got up and began rummaging in his dresser, having not thought about removing the lube earlier. "Lay down, legs spread." Kristina could see his erection. She now knew for a fact what had been poking her. She smiled to herself as she laid down, proud of what she had accomplished.

She felt Mr. Davis almost fingering her, except with very slick fingers. His digits felt very warm to her. She almost shivered at the feeling of being touched so intimately.

Mr. Davis stood and faced the opposite direction, grabbing a condom. When he faced her again, his penis was covered by a rubber sheath.

"Ready?" He asked. She nodded. "Is our safety word still "banana"?" She again nodded.

He crawled over to her. He handed her a pillow. "Prop this under your butt." She lifted her ass and propped a pillow under it, then she spread her legs.

She felt pressure appear at her vagina. She could feel the walls of her vagina being moved by this unfamiliar, solid object. They were stretching to accommodate it. She was being filled. There was some pain, but he was sliding himself into her so slowly, and with stopping intermittently, so all of the pain had a chance to subside before more pain replaced it.

His mouth was hovering over her's, not wanting to do anything in case she cried out in pain. He was afraid that her cry would be muffled by his mouth. He was surprised when her tongue began to stroke his lips. He knew then, that she'd probably be okay.

He was fully inside her. He withdrew more quickly than he had entered, but it was still much slower than the rate at which he normally withdrew before a thrust. He entered her again, almost quicker than before. He stared into her eyes, which didn't show pain when he thrusted at that speed, so he withdrew and thrusted himself into her faster still. Still no pain. He began to quicken his pace, thrusting into her at a slightly less than normal speed.

She began to moan softly. Moaning at each thrust, he was so pleased to know that he was pleasing her. Her breath began to quicken, as he noticed that his was. He could feel himself close to ejaculation, cursing himself for not being able to fully satisfy her and knowing that it would be over after another thrust or a buck of the hips. Then he felt nails digging into the flesh of his back, and her pelvis moving on its own accord. Her animalistic orgasm had nearly removed all of his attention from his own. He felt it though, that release he had wanted to hold back. Now there was no need.

He withdrew slowly, out of breath. Nearly collapsing onto her, maybe he was more out of shape than he realized, he felt her hands on his back. They were touching him not really supportively, but tenderly.

"I'm sooo sorry." She muttered, still out of breath.

"Huh?" Mr. Davis answered, not really understanding.

She revealed to him her nails which held layers of skin, and blood, under them.

"Son of a bitch. Don't worry. That happens sometimes. The important thing is that you enjoyed yourself, right?" He smiled.

She nodded. "What are we going to do the rest of the day?" She asked, grabbing at his hands.

"Wow. Your hands are small.Um... I've got some more papers to grade, really. But, let's just lie here for a while." He closed his eyes. She followed his example, and soon they were both asleep.