First Encounters, Second glances
Paul sits, pen in his hand, feverishly marking the papers as he reads, glass of Whisky on ice in his other hand. Hastefully, he goes from assignment to assignment, rapidly with purpose. He shifts his eyes back up to his computer screen, smiling as he watches her, tied and bound, her master's cock gagging her with the depth that he drives down her throat. Eyes back on the assignment, reading and flipping, marking where necessary, he tosses it on the top of the pile. "Last one" he whispers as he looks back to the screen. Her master, now grabs and bends her over, smacking her ass, making it bounce with the force. Leaning his tan face down he begins feverishly licking her deep chocolate ass, hand disappearing between her legs. Standing now, watching the screen, he sets the glass down, turns to the bathroom, and walks away. Before the steam had filled the room, he stood there in the shower. Deep growling in his throat he leans his hand on the wall just below the window. His other hand, firmly grasping his rock hard manhood, stroking slowly. Full long strokes with a smoothness and determination. "Good girl" he moans as he feels his cock throb harder and harder. Thoughts of her begin to fill his mind, again. every time for the past week, it is her that he can only see in these moments. As his cum begins to flow he looks his head to the water pouring down, "Good girl, Celine" he growls louder
"First encounters, The trials of love or failure" I begin to lecture. "As you may have noticed from the assignment I gave very little guidance" pacing the classroom, glancing down at each desk as I pass, "The reason for this is simply what is a first encounter, could it be bumping into somebody randomly at a store, going home from the bar with somebody after a crazy Friday night, an alien abduction?" I gesture to the sky. "Every word has a different meaning to everybody, so this here was an exercise to see how you interpreted the term first encounter"
Celine, standing next to the podium, shuffles the assignments into a stack. She pulls the top one off, and tosses it a few feet in the air to my waiting hands. "Into my arms, My lover came" I take a moment and look up "an Erotic short by Jonathan Morris" Patiently waiting for a response, "Don't be shy Mr. Morris, come entice our senses with your words" and with a dramatic spin I swing my arm to the podium.
I can see the slight nervousness in his face as he begins walking up, head halfway down looking at the ground afraid to make eye contact with anyone. A strong sense of embarrassment moving on his face as he reaches the lectern. "Go ahead Mr. Morris, introduce us to your story"
"Morning everybody, my name is Johnny. I hope you enjoy what I have written". Pausing to take a deep breath, he begins. "The butterflies start to well up in your stomach as you hear a knock at the door". As he pauses to take a breath you stop him
" No, no, no Jonny. You have to introduce us to your story and let us know where you plan for your words to take us. Tease us with the concept"
I urge him to start over. With an even deeper breath this time he begins
"She wanted to believe every word he wrote on the screen but the miles that separated them and the sometimes shoddy internet connection made her wonder if it would ever be real."
"Wonderful wonderful" I clap "Please do continue".
"Into my arms, My lover came"
The butterflies start to well up in your stomach as you hear a knock at the door. Waiting for this moment for what seems like an eternity now. Could it be, it's only been 2 months since we first spoke.
Walking to the door, reaching for the knob you hesitate for a moment. "What if it's different now that it's real" you ask yourself as you sigh with worry and anticipation.
Shaking away the fear "you only live once" whispered from your lips as you turned the knob.
Like the heavens opened, there I stand before you, finally. With my arms open and waiting, hardly noticing the flowers in my hand you rush to me. Wrapped in my arms, our lips meet for the first time. With longing passion and love, our lips attack each other with the fierceness of animals.
Locked in this lover's embrace a tear flows from your eye. I lift you off the ground, stumbling through the doorway......
Somewhere about halfway through his story, as I watched the faces throughout the classroom, some filled with amazement at the way the story is written, a few bashful blushing smirks, but there's only one thing that catches my eye. I watched as her hand unconsciously massaged the nape of her neck, her eyes locked in a stare, yet I could tell she was not looking at anything that was here. I noticed the shallow labored depth of her breath, as her breasts became further accentuated in her tight blouse with each breath drawn in. Realizing my intent gaze may be noticed I quickly attempt to shake off that admiration on my face.
I look you in the eyes "Baby, Make me cum" you beg of me as you bite your lower lip.
I stop Jonathan there, "Great work, Great work" Clapping I praise his work, hiding the fact that I have no clue where in his story I stopped listening. "Everyone let's hear it for Johnny'' I raise my clap high to get the class to follow along. Looking off to the side of the classroom, I see Celine, still lost in the daydream trance the story put her in. "Celine, who's next?" I clear my throat as I ask, snapping her back into reality. With a startled hesitation she quickly grabs the next paper. "Peggy McGovern" She pauses, waiting for a response.
One of the shy girls, who very clearly had blushing embarrassment on her face, stands up and walks to the front of the class. Grabbing her paper from Celine's hand she begins to read. She is no more than a few sentences in when I look at Celine again. She's standing there, resting delicately on the edge of the desk, listening so intently, paying attention to the story this time. I can't help but notice the ampleness and shape of her ass, like a perfectly ripe peach ready to pluck from the tree. I notice the way her thighs, legs stretched out in front of her, leg half crossed over, fill her skirt so perfectly. The way her breasts sit, almost comfortably, not perky, not saggy, just right for the voluptuous size of them. I see the way the ceiling lights make the light brown color of her eyes shine. I've never seen such unique eyes before. Almost like lightly stained wood, but with hints of darkness dancing on the edge of them. And her lips, so full and juicy. Like a Venus fly trap, waiting for the prey of a tongue to slip inside and be captured.
As Peggy finishes up her story, with a thank you and a giggle, I snap back to the class, and begin to clap. "And ladies and gentlemen this will conclude our time today, everyone thank our participants for their bravery, and magical words." I continue to clap as Peggy walks shyly back to her seat, then continue. "We," I point to myself and Celine, "will be looking over and grading these over the next few days, Thursday when you return, We will have selected a few more to be read, and we will discuss a few things" turning to return to my desk "No be gone" I mockingly brush off towards the class.
Celine sits at her desk. Pen, notepad, and cup ready to get to work. She pulls the top paper, and with determination begins to read. I sit at my desk and do the same. For a first full assignment I am pleasantly surprised, the bulk of what I read only has slight grammatical errors, a fair mixture of 1st and 3rd person stories, only 2 in 2nd person which the rarity of makes it to be my favorite. About half way through the stack, I hear a slight whimper that catches my attention. Looking up I see Celine rubbing her bottom lip. It was quite clear something was catching her attention to the point she bit her lip instead of the end of the pen that usually dances on it. I shake my head and laugh to myself "Someone did a good job writing that one"
I finish my stack, and get up, walking slowly to Celine. She is intently scribbling on the current paper she is reviewing. As I get closer my eyes can't help but look straight down her blouse. Leaning forward, breast resting on the desk, their size and the slightly to small size of her blouse leaving a wonders view of her cleavage, like a hillside waiting to be rolled down on a spring day, further down my eyes try to venture, catching in the dimly lit shadow of her shirt, the slightest hit of her areola, just a few shades of of her milk chocolate skin tone, like mixing strawberry and chocolate milk together, peeks out the top of her deep purple bra. Unconsciously I lick my lips, then snap myself back to reality. "Um Ms. Jackson, I'll take the ones you've prepped so far," reaching my hand towards her before she even looks up at me. "Any keepers in there" I jokingly ask her
Still reading, and marking up the paper, she fumbles for the stack, grabs it and lifts it up for me to take. "I assume that one needs work" I ask in a laugh. Rolling her head both sideways and up she looks me in the eyes and laughs.
"No work needed if aliens penis is meant to be described as'' pausing she scanned the paper looking for something "a large, hard, member, that resembles the trunk of a redwood" she sighs and continues, "how is that erotic, or appealing" she giggles she she begins to look back down. I can't help but notice the way her head seemed to stop momentarily as her eyes met the level of my waist. Head back down, she's right back to work. "And didn't I tell you to call me Celine" she matter-of-factly reminds me as I return to my desk.
Thursday morning, I set up a second podium in the room, laid out a questionnaire on each desk, and sat down waiting for the class to arrive. As I drink my coffee I look up at the clock "why did I get here so early today" with aggravation I ask to the empty room. It's 8:27 and there is still thirty three minutes until class begins. I scroll through my emails on my phone, feet up on the corner of the desk, back to the door sipping my coffee, when I hear footsteps enter the room. "Ah Good Morning Celine" I greet her with enthusiasm and I am startled by a voice not Celine's.
"Oh, I'm sorry professor, it's Peggy, Peggy McGovern." She sheepishly speaks. " I was wondering if you could give me a little help" less reservation in her voice now.
"That's my job" I blurted out, a little faster and harsher than I meant to. "Sorry! Sorry, that came out wrong. How can i help you Peggy"
"Well professor, I've loved romance and erotic stories since high school, but I can't get past the slight embarrassment of writing it." she pauses "I'm not very experienced, we'll say, in the topic" she shyly looks slightly off to the side. On Tuesday, she was modestly dressed, long sleeve blouse, slacks, a sweater over top, but not today. Today she is wearing a very low cut, very short sundress. Right as I realize the exaggerated way she is leaning onto my desk, and the clear fact that she seems to have forgot her bra today, im again startled by foot steps, followed by a sharp "Good Morning Paul"
Turning, my cheeks warm, with the probably noticeable pink hue of embarrassment, I look to Celine standing just a few steps into the room. "Umm Morning Celine'' strangely having difficulty speaking as my mouth suddenly feels very dry "Ms. McGovern was just asking for some guidance, and help in gaining writing experience" Looking to Peggy "See me after class" I quickly stood up and took a step away from the desk and Peggy. "How are you this morning?" I ask, feeling like I'm trying to create a distraction or change the subject
"I'm fine" Celine curtly responds as she continues walking to her desk, placing her belongings down. "Do we have time to go over my notes?" she asks angrily , "Or have i arrived too late?" still with a sharpness in her voice. "Probably just in time" I hear her mumble just slightly louder than I believe she planned to.
Still standing near my desk, Peggy nervously shuffling through her bag, I look to Celine. "If you think we need to" I begin to address her calmly. "There is always time. Do you feel there are any papers that need my attention, or were you just wanting me to review?" Realizing after I said it, the condescending tone my voice had.
"No it's fine, I'll just pass them out as they are" she almost hisses, not once looking up from the stack.
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