Jude Mason presents

~Education Rory~

by guest author Gambado
© 2007 Gambado

Chapter Two

Don’t go away? The thought never entered my head. I’d have waited there until hell froze over. I went over the events of the past hour or so in my head time after time, trying to work out how it had happened. Did she do this all the time? How many others had she done the same thing to? Did she mean what I hoped desperately she meant? And when, oh when, was she coming back.

Her words echoed in my head, "Get some sleep now." How the hell was a young man supposed to do that when he’d just enjoyed his first real sexual experience? I tried to imagine her naked. She never took off a single piece of clothing, but she’d done everything and more than I could imagine. How much better could it get? My head spun as I pondered these and many other lustful thoughts. Somehow, I dozed for the next couple of hours, but I half listened for the door opening.

It did eventually, and she stole through it. I looked at her again. She had changed into a pale blue negligee. It accentuated rather than hid anything and as she walked into the room it floated around her, pressing against her body and outlining it beautifully. She made her way to the foot of my bed as I watched avidly. She stood there, backlit. A shaft of sunlight shone through the silk outlining her legs as she stood with them slightly parted. I stared.

"You like my outfit?"

"I love it!"

"Wonderful",  she grinned delightedly.

I slowly took in her lovely tapering legs, the cute ankle, swelling gracefully to her calf. Then upward again toward her thighs. I’d never seen such thighs, slim and graceful, parted a little to reveal the junction of them. She was just so desirable.

"Did I pass?"

"Huh?"

"You were staring."

"Sorry, you’re just so beautiful."

"No," she said gently, "I’m not. I’m just your first. Do you want to learn how to make love to a woman?"

"Of course I do," I said reaching up for her. Her hand touched mine briefly, before she said "Go and shower then. Always remember to make love with a clean body and mouth and a dirty mind."

I could hardly believe my ears. Mrs. Sellers, the one we all lusted for, the one who seemed so unattainable, so – distant somehow, was telling me to have dirty thoughts. Not that I needed telling!

Aware of my nakedness I got up from the bed, trying to hide my already hardening erection. She giggled a little. "It’s okay; I’ve seen it angry before, we’re all made the same way. The only difference worth counting is that you’re a boy, and I’m a girl. But today, I’m going to make you a man."

I straightened up and walked to the bathroom. I cleaned my teeth, then got into the shower. The water was as hot as I could take and I set to with the sponge and soap with a will. As I stood there, water running down my back I felt the shower curtain shift a little. Her hand came through.

"Shall I wash your back?"

"Er – yes – yes please," I replied a little nervously.

She reached in and took the sponge from my hand, "Soap?"

I turned and handed it to her. She looked down at my hardened cock and smiled. She still had on the negligee, though she had rolled up the sleeves a bit. I could see her breasts wobble and move delightfully as she reached in to collect the soap.

"Turn round."

"I don’t want to. I like the view just fine."

"Turn round," she said in a mock stern voice, "You’ll have time for the view later."

I got back under the spray and she started to lather my back. Her hand slid slowly around the small of my back, then lower toward my bum.

"It’s such a cute bum," she said, almost to herself. Her finger slid along the crease, parting it slightly. I jumped, startled. No one had touched me there. "It’s okay baby, don’t worry," Her hand continued its journey, she had reached through between my parted legs and was caressing my balls. Her hand was agonisingly slippery. I was as hard as iron again in seconds. Slowly, she drew back, but this time probed between my cheeks a little more firmly. Her finger slid over my asshole. I bucked, moving away from her, but she just crooned a little more.

"It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you."

Then her fingers left me. She gave my back a businesslike scrub and said, "Okay, out you get." She held out a large towel for me and as I got out, dried me vigorously. She looked at me for a long moment, then turned and walked out. The negligee moved again showing of her perfectly shaped behind. I watched spellbound.

Quickly, drying the rest of my body, I bounded back into my room. She was nowhere to be seen. Softly, I called her name, "Jodie?"

"In here."

I followed the sound of her voice into the main bedroom. She lay on the bed looking up at me as I came in. "We need to be comfortable, we’re better on a double bed than a single – don’t you think?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good, come on then, lay down by my side." She patted the bed beside her.

I lay down, not really knowing what to do. Actually, I knew exactly what to do, but not how to go about it.

I looked around. The room was completely different to mine. This was a room for making love. On every wall were beautifully erotic photos of naked and entwined bodies. They were all in black and white, but were just so beautiful. On the dressing table was a miniature statuette of Rodins "The Kiss". The couple were completely lost in each other. My gaze travelled slowly around the room, and there on the wall, opposite the bed, was the most amazing photo I had ever seen. It was a close up of a man's penis close to a woman's mouth. Her lips were parted and her tongue extended, just touching the tip of it. Somehow I just knew it was her. It was shot too closely to pick out any of her face, but I knew – without any doubt. The penis was shiny with moisture, and suddenly I knew what I wanted. I knew exactly.

"Have you ever kissed a woman Rory?"

"Oh yes, lots. I’ve kissed Janet Goodison and Pauline…" My voice trailed away as I looked into her eyes.

"So we can skip that eh?" her voice had hardened.

"No, no," I stammered, "I just had a quick snog around the bike sheds with them. I’ve never really kissed a woman, a real woman."

She smiled, "Good answer, come here and let me show you what it’s all about."

I leaned over her and kissed her. Her arms wound around my neck and hauled me down onto her. Our lips touched, pressed; mashed together, then her mouth opened slightly. Her tongue lapped around my inner lips. It went on and on. Our faces ground together, passions rising higher and higher. At last we broke, breathless, and in my case excited as hell. My heart was pounding as she said, "Would you like to undress me now?"

"Oh God yes, yes"

She smiled up at me, "Go ahead then."

I quickly slid the shoulder straps of the negligee down, kissing her neck and shoulders as I did so. She shivered. I worked my way down to the upper slopes of her breasts, tugging and pulling at the surprisingly resistant cloth.

"Wait," she said. "This outfit cost a fortune; maybe I’d better do it." She stood and shimmied her way out of the soft cloth. I watched, spellbound as her body appeared without anything hiding it. She was everything I’d dreamed of, and more. Her dark hair hung around her face making the perfect frame. Her lips, those lips that had so aroused me only seconds ago, the ones that I’d seen in the photo, were full and cherry red, slightly parted, showing her perfect teeth behind them. She flicked her tongue across them, while I watched. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. My gaze travelled downward, her neck, so soft, so vulnerable. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to kiss it for evermore.

She lay back, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way she moved, the graceful shape of her body, and how it changed with her movement, fascinated me – a woman's body still does.

I looked at her breasts, those luscious mounds that I had desired for so long it seemed. Now they were to be mine. I savoured the thought. My gaze wandered down to her flat stomach, then lower still to the small tuft of hair hiding the treasure she’d promised me.

"You like?"

I couldn’t trust myself to answer. Instead, I fell on her again. Our lips met, our tongues and teeth clashed and for the first time I felt a woman's naked body against my own. It felt like hot ice. I pressed into her body and she responded. Our kiss extended like before, but this time when I broke away, I moved to her neck. I heard her sigh. Onward I went, sliding down her body. Her breasts were next. I grabbed one and sucked on the other. She reached down and lifted my head away.

She smiled at me, "Slow down. My nipples aren’t radio dials and women like to be teased a little, not just grabbed. I know how excited you are, but you have to do this right. That way, we’ll both be happy. Now you lie down and let me show you what I mean."

I did, and she looked down on me. Again, the endless fascination of a woman's body struck me. Her breasts hung down on to my chest. She slowly scraped her nipples over it and down to my stomach. She teased my nipples into their own form of erection, then lapped around them. Her breasts caressed my cock, and she slowly swayed from side to side to accentuate the feeling. It was just so wonderful. She trailed her tongue over my stomach leaving a cooling trail on it. I waited with bated breath, was she going to touch my cock with her tongue, like in the photo? I could feel the cooling precum drooling from its tip.

She moved back up my body again. I bucked against her. "Please," I gasped, "oh please…"

"Soon baby, soon."

She lapped at my waist then slowly slipped downward toward my waiting, drooling cock. She kissed it. She actually kissed it, and I nearly went into orbit. Slowly the let her tongue slide along it’s length, dribbling saliva as she went, then came back up to the tip again. She grasped the base and held me firmly. She lifted my cock away from my body and just plopped it into her mouth. What sweet torture that was. She was warm, she was wet, she bobbed her head only a couple of times, but I knew I had to stop her. If I didn’t, I’d come again.

"Oh stop, please stop."

She lifted her head, "What’s wrong, don’t you like it?"

"I love it, but I’m going to come if you keep it up."

She smiled. "You like being licked?"

"Oh man…"

"I take it that’s a yes, then?" She smiled again. "Relax, we’ll take it nice and slowly, now kiss me again."

Again, the delicious clash of mouths, the wetness, the tongues, but in more measured time. I kissed her neck, then lower to the upper slopes of her breasts. She sighed. I gently caressed her nipple, feeling it harden under my fingers. Lowering my mouth to it, I kissed, then sucked on the rubbery nubbin. Above me, I heard her gasp. I kissed lower down her body, copying what she had done to me. Also like her, I retraced my path upward, going back to her breasts. I couldn’t leave them alone; they were just so soft, so malleable, so wonderful. Her breathing changed, becoming heavier and deeper.

I tore myself away from her breasts once more and moved down her body. My hand slid up her thigh, desperate to touch her pussy, but scared to take the final step. To my delight, she took my hand in hers and guided it to her. She was wet.

I trailed my fingers along her groove, slowly. I felt a slight bulge and stroked across it.

Above me I heard a long drawn out groan, then a hissed, "Yes." Her legs opened further and her knees bent, "More – do it some more."  

I needed no second bidding, stroking back and forth dipping slightly into her and smearing the juices over her clit. She writhed.

I continued kissing my way down her body and suddenly felt my head gripped by her hands. She pushed me downward. It was obvious what she wanted, but I had learned my lesson and made her wait while I looked, for the first time, at an aroused cunt. She lay there, open, waiting. I studied her. She looked so delicious, succulent and pink and soft. I moved closer. Her cunt glistened with moisture, smelled of woman. Her smell nearly drove me mad. I fell onto her and kissed her. I tasted her arousal, the wonderful bittersweet taste that does so much for a man. Then I licked slowly along the length of her. She gasped! I probed with my tongue, deeper, tasting her. As I slid my tongue upwards it crossed her clit, and she groaned. I was lost in a sea of lust, torn between the sensation of pleasuring her and the want, no the need, to drive my cock into her.

She held me firm though, there was no escape from her and she bucked and writhed against my mouth. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, time and time again, and each time I heard something animal coming from her--a cross between a groan and a sigh. I slid a finger into her, then another, but never stopped my tongue. I could hardly breathe, but somehow that didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting as close to her as I could. I wanted to be inside her, I wanted her to swallow me up, I pressed closer and she pulled on me harder, gasping as her need became as unbearable as my own had been.

Finally, she released me. "Now," she growled, "Do me now."

I move back up her body, kissing my way back to her breasts, her neck. She reached down for me, guiding me to her entrance. She slid my cock up and down her slit, until it was thoroughly coated with her juices, then held me still, just at the entrance again. There was a moment's pause, then her demanding, "Push!" and I slid into her.

Her warmth surrounded my cock. Her slippery wetness nearly drove me mad. I thrust my hips forward and she rose to meet me. She ground her clit against my pubic bone. I wanted to be deeper, but I was already as deep as possible. I withdrew slightly and thrust in again, slowly I wanted it to last forever. Another push, then another. I was getting close. I thrust deep into her one more time, knowing that I had to stop. I daren’t move. I knew that would end it. I just lay there, savouring the feel of her snug around me, her wetness bathing me. I was so close to coming, so very close, that the slightest thing would send me over the top. She sensed my dilemma, needing to thrust, needing to come deep inside her, but trying desperately not to.

"Think of something else," she gasped, "anything else."

I tried, I really tried my very best, and I think I would have been able to last a few seconds more, but she clutched at me with her cunt muscles, and I was lost.

"I can’t, I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming." I drove into her with all my might. Urgently, desperately I came. It was as if my very soul being pumped into her, as my sperm drove deep into her. I thrust again and again driving, grinding against her. She bucked against me with each thrust, taking me deeper, driving me on--until there was nothing left. Still she wanted more.

"Don’t," she gasped. "Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop now." But I simply couldn’t continue. I withdrew and she tried to hold me back, but I struggled free. I bent to her cunt and licked. She gave a little gasp, then grabbed my head and held me to her.

"Oh yes, baby, lick me, suck me."

I continued with a vigour. Her essence was now mixed with my own  and the effect drove me on and on. I licked around her little nubbin while at the same time probing into her with my fingers. She bucked, gasped and held me so tight I could hardly breathe. There was a sudden gasp, them a moments stillness, a hesitation, before she went over into her orgasm.

She gasped, groaned and shuddered her way through it, while holding me to her. I kept on licking sucking and flicking until it was obvious she was coming down. Eventually, she just sighed contentedly, and murmured, "That was nice."

I was lost for words, and simply collapsed by her side. Together we lay in the afterglow, our bodies entwined, flirting but with no urgency.

I don’t know how long we spent like that. For me it could have been forever. She was the first to move. She sat up and looked at me. "I think you’d better go back to your own room now, Rory."

"No."

"Yes, you must."

"But, why?"

"It’s time, and you don’t belong in here."

"I do – I lo--"

"Don’t." She put her finger over my lips, "Don’t…"

"But I do."

"No." She smiled gently at me. "No, you don’t, you're just a bit confused. It’s okay, and anyway I’m far too old for you."

"You’re not," I protested hotly.

"Shhh, young man, go back to your room and we’ll talk later."

"Okay, but promise you’ll come and see me soon," I said, realising as I spoke that I sounded like a child.

She didn’t. And I slept fitfully until the following morning. When I got up she was busy making breakfast. The other two would be returning shortly and I only had a little time alone with her.

She looked at me. "Sit down, Rory."

I did so.

"I want to talk to you about yesterday. You must understand that it was a one off. We’ll never do it again – ever. You understand?"

"No."

"Well you’ll just have to. Later in your life, you’ll look back on yesterday with fond memories. You see, men have always found me attractive. I’ve seen you looking at me and looking away as you realise I’ve seen you. I want you to remember me for the rest of your life, and making love to you while you were a virgin was part of the plan. You’ll never forget me, Rory. I hope you enjoyed me taking your virginity. I enjoyed you; I thought you were pretty good for a beginner." She grinned. "And you never know, maybe you've even learned something that will come in useful – I’d like to think so. But I’m a married woman. You have to realise that and let go. Now do you understand?"

Somewhere inside my head a light flashed on. She was lovely, she had shown me love, taken me on a journey few young men would be able to take, and I was being churlish.

"I’m sorry. It’s just that I…"

"I know. We’ll speak no more of it. Now get some breakfast, would you like some bacon?"

I spent the rest of my holiday in hopeful anticipation, but those wonderful hours were never repeated. The rest of the holiday was still pretty good. Pete and I hung out together, watched girls and so on.

Oh, and what of Tanya, the girl I’d asked for a date at the start of this little tale? Well a few days later, I went to see the gorilla and explained to him, in the only way such people understand that if Tanya wanted to come out with me, he wasn’t going to stop her.

I emerged from this confrontation, battered, bloody, but triumphant, and took Tanya out for a few weeks. And shall I tell you a little secret?

I don’t think Tanya will have ever forgotten me either.