Creme de la Lune

This is a oneshot that randomly popped into my head. Probably won’t continue this, seeing as I have a shitload of other stories to work on. I may revisit these characters in another oneshot, however.

Summary: Derek is the new culinary arts teacher at a quaint high school in Maryland. Lune, also known as Lulu the Lolita, is a transfer student from France whose greatest aspiration is to be a pastry chef. He stays after to practice for a competition one day, and inadvertently seduces his teacher.

Edited for errors on 3-21-2010.

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The air was heavy and stifling in the Culinary Arts classroom, causing the boy to fan himself with a dainty, gloved hand. His frilled white apron rested delicately on his lace-adorned dress, and the petticoats and bloomers he’d worn that day just so happened to match it. The dress was an exquisite black affair, with a large bow tied at the back. Little white pearls served as the buttons, and the sleeves tapered down around his small wrists, which were covered in plastic gloves at the moment. His flower-patterned hose were also black, as were the adorable mary-janes he wore, and his underpants. His white hair was pulled back into a tight, bouncy mass of curls, with thick bangs framing his rounded face. The lovely small top hat he’d bought just the other day was clipped jauntily at a tiny bit of an angle to his head. Anyone looking at this lady-like, amber-eyed creature would think it truly were a woman. However, the boy’s classmates had learned soon enough that it was a boy, as when the transfer student had introduced himself it was in a quiet, yet throaty baritone with a slight French lilt to it.

His name was Lune Basset, which he thought was a very ugly name since it meant fat man of the moon in his language. The teacher of the class, however, thought quite differently.

Every time the small lolita would bend over slightly to check his pastries, his bloomers would show just a tad bit. It was this sight that Chef Derek Bakerson found himself constantly anticipating, which of course was just plain wrong since this was a student, as well as a minor, being only sixteen.

Lune, who preferred to be called Lulu when in his dresses, was completely and dangerously oblivious to this fact. He himself found the tall, dark, and mysterious chef to be attractive, but did not think too much on it. He mostly thought the man was a great chef, whose tips had improved Lulu’s tasty treats almost tenfold.

“Ah!” The young boy yelped, rushing over to the oven his éclairs where currently baking in. “Mon deiu! My pastries!” And all the other students moved, for they knew that the delicate looking boy could pack a punch if you stood in the way of him and his pastries.

Chef Derek watched the boy fondly from the edge of his peripheral vision, pushing a tendril of wavy sable brown hair from his dark eyes. Which widened when the lolita dropped his oven mitt and had to bend over to retrieve it. Barely an inch of creamy white thigh, exposed from his bloomers riding up, was visible.

Even when class was over, Derek could not get the sight of that creamy bit of flesh out of his tortured mind. The usual rule for the younger male was to cover as much of his body as possible, barely even exposing his neck or hands at times, so seeing that bit of skin was unusual for the teacher.

When the last of the students had trickled out at the very end of the day, and the kitchen slash classroom was immaculate, Derek locked his office door and bit his hand as he jerked himself hastily to the memory of that tiny bit of exposed flesh, if only to rid himself of the hard-on he’d been walking around with half the day. He tugged almost brutally at his dick, wanting it to be over quickly as he was quite ashamed.

As he came with little pleasure into his hand, he moaned, imagining Lune pulling down the high neckline of the dress he‘d worn that day, exposing a single collar bone.

He had to have the boy, if only once.

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Lulu whisped into the kitchen, heading directly for the ingredients table. His baking was going to be judged today, as this cake was to be his final exam for the term. He smoothed down his pure white dress, tugged on his favourite frilled apron, and got right to work. His hair occasionally fell into his eyes, and he’d have to blow it away before continuing. He mixed, he poured, he baked, he molded. Finally, he set down the knife he’d been using to ice the rather large cake, and arranged a few blueberries and strawberry slices on the otherwise all-vanilla affair, clapping his hands together with pride.

A few students stood around and watched rather than doing their own projects, all murmuring with excitement. Lune always let them have a sample of his work, and it was this more than anything that made him wildly popular rather than shunned for his cross-dressing.

“Move aside, lads and ladies.” Derek pushed his way gently through the students, glaring down at the cake, which looked absolutely perfect. Lune blushed as if it were he the man was staring at, rather than the cake. With a muffled jumble of whispers from the crowd, Lulu daintily (as he did everything) sliced a small piece of the cake for his teacher, who took the plate with a bit more flair than required. The scrape of the metal fork against the ceramic plate was loud in the now quiet kitchen, and you could quite easily tell that Lulu was holding his breath.

Derek chewed the delicious, moist cake thoughtfully, trying not to let his bliss show. Instead, he remarked in a faux sour tone, “It’s rather dry, isn’t it?”

The look on Lune’s face at that almost made him take it back, and it ate at his heart to lie to the boy, who strove for perfection in all things. With an almost dead look in those amber eyes, he took off the girlish apron and pushed the cake away, not even looking at it, as if he were now ashamed of it. Derek cleared his throat, ignoring the tense atmosphere that now overtook the kitchen.

“I’m giving it an eighty-five, but if you’d like to, you may come after school and try again, with a bit of advice from me this time. I know a secret to make it as moist as can be.” Oh, dear lord Derek hoped the boy didn’t detect the lecherous glint in his dark eyes…

With a low, almost inaudible sniffle, Lulu nodded. “But of course…. Thank you so much sir.” The dazzling smile the boy aimed at him was almost too much to bear, and so Derek simply left the cake on the counter and walked away to judge the other baked goods, a giddy feeling in his stomach at the though of what he had planned. If all went well…

He would be one happy man.

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“Chef Bakerson, I never noticed what large hands you have… they must be good for folding dough!” Lune smiled sunnily up at his teacher, who leaned against the counter separating the ingredients they would need. The man sputtered in return, not knowing how to respond to such an innocently perverse statement. Or maybe he was just a dirty old man, even at twenty-seven.

“Well, it’s too bad we’ll be making a cake rather than dumplings then, now come over here. You must learn this properly.” The chef blushed as he pulled a large glass bowl down, handing it to his student. He briefly admired the unusually low neckline of the off-white Magdalene style dress, which showed only the barest bit of Lune’s curvy collarbone. A large lace ribbon at his throat prevented much else from being seen.

The boy simply stared up at the man with his large amber eyes, waiting for instruction.

Derek cleared his throat noisily, pointing to the counter and items there. “Begin making a cake as you normally would, as if I were not here.” And so Lune began mixing, cracking eggs, mixing, pouring, measuring oil, and mixing mixing mixing.

“Why do you mix the batter so much?” Derek could not help but ask.

Lulu looked up at him in surprise, as if he had forgotten he had an audience. “Why, sir, that helps to prevent large air bubbles or clumps, of course.” And the boy looked at him as if he were stupid. After all, it was quite an elementary concept.

“Ah, of course. Well, are you done with it?”

“Yes sir. What should I do now?” The boy touched a delicate, white-gloved fingertip to his pale pink lips, looking up at his teacher for guidance.

‘Oh I’ll show you, you little minx, you,’ thought Derek as he stared down at the delicious little boy.

Without a word, the teacher tugged the boy to him, back to chest, and made him face the bowl. Lulu did not see anything wrong with this, expecting to be directed on what to do to make his cakes more moist. He never wanted to have to throw another one away again, after all!

So he was more than a little bit shocked when the chef tossed up his dress and petticoats, and began to tug down his bloomers. “Ah! Sir!” he cried, blushing fiercely.

Derek simply slipped the bloomers to the boy’s knees, and fingered the cute little garter belts that held up his hose. Oh, to be touching that creamy flesh at last! It was making him lightheaded, even more so since Lune was not putting up much of a struggle. In fact, he even seemed to be holding his dress aside for the older man. Derek chuckled, readjusting his grip on the boy’s hip.

“Now, now- this is the secret to moist cakes. You want to know it, right?” He laughed as the boy nodded, flushing an adorable pink color and biting his lip.

Well, that was permission enough for him. Derek slid down the last barrier between him and the proof that this little delicacy in his arms was a male- the silken panties were so tiny he couldn’t imagine how the boy fit into them! They slid down easily though, and both of them gasped when Derek’s large hand wrapped around Lune’s tiny cock- it was as adorable as the rest of the boy, and quite suited to his slight frame. Derek could only use a few fingers on it, tugging just gently on the slightly swollen flesh, feeling it twitch and harden against his skin.

“Sir… your penis… it is so hard…” Lune gasped, and began to thrust his tiny hips back and forth ever so slightly, rubbing the large bulge between his bare cheeks, taunting the chef innocently. With a growl, Derek pulled away to shove his own pants down just enough so that his dick sprang out, sliding in between the boy’s cute little butt cheeks. They both groaned at that, especially when Derek began to thrust against the boy’s anus, sliding his steadily wettening cock back and forth over the tiny pulsating mound. He felt it flex open against him, tensing and relaxing as he stroked the little penis and fingered the small sac. It drove him wild, especially when he looked down to see the boy hiking his dress up with both hands, shoving the edge of it in his mouth to muffle the unladylike sounds he was making.

As they moved faster together, tendrils of snowy hair began to fall into Lune’s red, sweaty face, and he gave a squeal as he felt Derek’s thrusts roughen. Unexpectedly, he snapped his hips forward at an awkward angle and the very tip of Derek's dick slid inside his maddeningly tight hole. Lune screamed, feeling a sharp sting and then a heat spread through him from his rear. Determined to have more of it, he gently rolled his hips in Derek’s tight grip.

“Ahhh, Lune, don’t!” Derek yelped frantically as he felt more of himself being enveloped in that sweltering wet cave. It was never supposed to go this far! Surely this must be hurting the boy! But with just a whimper and a grunt, the boy relaxed, tensed his lower stomach and felt his anus begin sucking the large cock into him. The heat was insane, and though it stung something awful, there was no tearing and it was a relief to both of them. Derek, who as a man could not help himself, let his head fall back and bent the boy forwards to clutch the counter. That cute little ass was still tugging him in, and he helped it along a bit by giving tiny, barely noticeable thrusts.

Finally, he was fully in, and was barely there for even five seconds before Lune began writhing, his dress falling back around him. Derek wanted to see his cock spearing the boy, so he flipped the petticoats back up and gripped them against the boy’s back in one hand, the other holding the little hips steady.

He moved out gently, watching as a bit of dark pink muscle followed his cock as he did so, trying to swallow him back up. When he snapped his hips back in, Lune screamed breathily, shudders running through his tiny frame. The chef soon set a brutal pace, watching as he was received into the boy’s body again, again, and again. Eventually, Lune stopped his screaming and began murmuring in French, occasionally moaning. His slight body was shaking, his pale flesh gone red from the exertion. Derek grinned, smacking one of the luscious globes in front of him as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“Ohhh, s-sir! I cannot- I cannot!” Lune’s eyes were clenched shut, his lips red from being bitten so hard. His tiny penis throbbed with want, and yet he found he could not come without his teacher’s hand. He struggled to touch himself, but froze when he felt the throbbing dick inside of him pulse, and a wet warmth settled deep in his bowels. He moaned, panting heavily with his eyes wide, as Derek gave a few last thrusts with a drawn out breath, the come drizzling out of the tiny asshole and down his thighs, likely dripping onto his panties.

His anus gave a wet sucking sound as Derek’s limp penis slipped out. Lune almost collapsed, but the teacher grabbed him, pulled him close, and started stroking him hard and fast. It only took a few tugs before Derek was aiming the little cock to the bowl of mix, watching it spurt creamy white into the yellow cake batter. Lune gasped tiredly and snapped his hips once more, clutching the hand around him as he rode out the long orgasm. The fingers tugged a few more times, gently stroking at the small hairless balls as the last bit of come dribbled out of the slit, smearing onto the now limp organ.

They leaned against the counter, smushed together and enjoying the afterglow. After a brief while, Lune felt lips on his neck and hands tugging his clothing back into place, wiping the mess up with a wet rag and smoothing down his dress. Derek was smiling, unable to help the happiness he felt at finally becoming close to his student, the one he’d been pining after for so long. Lune smiled right back at him, fixing his hair and still a light pink color.

They both stirred the bowl together, Lune hesitantly and Derek with a lecherous grin. “Are we really gonna eat this, sir?” Lulu asked.

Derek simply smiled.

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“Wow, this cake is sooo good!”

“Yeah, Lune’s the best!”

Muffled sounds of pleasure ran through the room as Lulu’s newest cake was sampled, a decadent chocolate three-tiered cake with vanilla icing and candy pearls arranged on it in intricate patterns.

Lulu beamed, and Derek looked on the scene with pride. Of course, he’d told Lune about his little white lie, (he just couldn't have the boy thinking his cakes were anything less than perfection), but the boy hadn’t minded it all that much.

After all, he’d gotten the best lesson of his life that afternoon. Not to mention a perfect grade on the final.

The two males shared a glance, Derek’s eyes drifting down to the plunging neckline of Lulu’s dress. The younger male blushed, smiled sweetly, and turned away to his classmates.

It looked like they would be baking more cakes together very soon.

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THE END! AHA! YES! I went there, did it, ha hee hoo ha. Review, tell me how much you like it or hated it!