Charlotte Ch 04

Charlotte 4

True to her word, Charlotte didn't let our unexpected sexual relationship interfere with class or change her behavior. Over the several days, she did seem more confident overall, though. In a Thursday afternoon session in my office, I asked her about it.

"It's kind of a combination of things," she said in a straightforward way. "I'm doing better in school because you're helping me, and also I'm feeling pretty damn sexy since we got together. Like, not so stupid or innocent or whatever."

"Well, I'm glad on both counts!" I assured her with a grin. "But you're doing better in school because YOU are learning how to manage things and get your thoughts organized. I'm just a poor old English teacher who's helping you see the light!"

That drew the snort it deserved.

"I don't remember anything being 'old' that afternoon at my house," she said with a laugh.

"Well, thanks. But I am really glad to see you stepping up," I told her earnestly, trying to steer the conversation away from those dangerous but delightful memories.

Charlotte was having none of that. She pressed the issue by using my own line of attack against me.

"I AM learning how to do better in school," she said, "and it feels really good. I'm starting to believe that I can get past this history class and stay on top of my work. There's a lot more to life than that, though, and I feel like I need a tutor in...other areas."

"Charlotte," I said bluntly, "I can't get into a long-term relationship with a student. No matter how amazing you've been this week at pretending, you know that won't end well, right? I'm a married man...I'm an associate professor at this college. If you want to learn more sexually, you're off to an amazing start! You're young, you're beautiful, and you definitely know what you're doing now. I don't have any regrets at all, but I want you to realize you have everything you need to be successful academically...and sexually...without me."

She smiled and bulldozed me mercilessly: "Thank you--I know all that now. What I WANT," she said with some emphasis, "is to learn more from YOU!"

"Char..." I said helplessly. "How would that even work? Let's just stay on top of the academics and see what happens. You're doing great, and neither one of us needs that kind of complication."

"Mr. Robertson, please!" she said earnestly, leaning across the small conference table we were working on. "My dad is away all the time. My mom works in the city half the week and barely comes home. Just come over and teach me some more and I'll get off your back. I'm not going to fall in love with you or anything, but I don't trust anyone else to take care of me the way that you did, and I know there's a lot more I need to learn. I'm sure there are steps after 10 that I should know about!" she finished with a smile.

"Fuck, Charlotte. You're making this really difficult. I already...cheated...once, and that's the first time I ever crossed that line. I guess I kind of got swept up in the moment. Going back to your house would be intentional and I'm pretty sure I'd end up feeling terrible about it."

"Did you feel terrible last time?" she asked in a whisper, her eyes dark with emotion.

"No...I didn't," I admitted. "I felt incredibly lucky."

"And did it change anything in class?" she pressed me quietly.

"No. You've been acting completely natural, and I really appreciate it!"

"And did it change anything with your wife?" she went on.

"Well, no...to tell you the truth, we had kind of a super-charged weekend because I was thinking about you every minute."

She smiled smugly, knowing she had me. This new level of confidence was turning into a problem!

"So all I'm asking for is one more...session...and I'll be a model student again."

"We'll see," I temporized, knowing she had me.

"Dad's leaving this weekend for London," she said conversationally, "and my mom is going to spend Monday through Wednesday in the city. Do you think you could come over Tuesday?"

"Maybe," I answered lamely. "I'll think about it over the weekend, okay?"

She grinned and agreed.

Of course, I thought about it all fucking weekend. I thought about what it would be like to be in her house again, to feel her petite body on mine, to teach her new sexual dimensions we didn't have time for the last time. I thought about it so much that my wife and I had sex twice on Friday night after she got home from work, then again on Saturday morning, and again on Sunday night. She was almost purring by the end of the weekend, and I felt like a louse. Even with her arms and legs wrapped around me urging me on, all I could think about was the tightness of Charlotte's pussy, the puffiness of her nipples, and the trusting way she let me guide our encounter. Fuck, I thought to myself. I'm going to do it. I have to.

My classes were done at noon on Tuesday, so after class on Monday, I told Charlotte that I could meet her one more time to get this out of our system. She smiled knowingly and I was struck once again by the growth I'd seen in just the last few weeks.

"I've got Trig in the morning and then a seminar until 11:00--can you just come to my house after you're done?"

"Yes," I said simply, knowing I was weak but that I could not resist. "I'll be there."

"Don't worry so much, Mr. Robertson--I promise this won't be a problem. I just need your help."

I looked into her eyes and saw the truth there, so I nodded and said, "Okay, Char--I believe you."

With a wave and a grin, she was off.

The following Tuesday, I drove slowly across town to Charlotte's house. My wife wasn't expecting me home until late, and my heart was beating faster thinking about what might happen. Different parts of my awareness were still in conflict: the horny part was driving; the professional was thinking how to exit this situation gracefully; the "helpful" rationalizing side was telling me that I was doing HER a favor; and the married side was shaking its head in disgust. As I anticipated, the horny side remained in control. I drove carefully down the roads toward the water and turned in between the pillars of the driveway.

When I pulled up in front of the gracious front steps, I did look around a little more and admire the obvious taste and wealth on display. I won't bore you with details, but this family clearly had at least a couple of million dollars invested in the structures and the property. I rang the bell and heard a muted gong deep inside the house. Within seconds, the door opened slightly and Charlotte peeked out.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a pompous voice, arching her eyebrow inquisitively.

"Um...yes. I'm here to provide some educational support for the young lady of the house."

"By all means, then, do come in!" she replied, sounding almost British in her snootiness.

Her face relaxed into a more normal smile and she opened the door wide enough to admit me.

"I'm really glad you came," she said quietly.

"Well, Char, I had to think about it a lot," I said as I stopped just inside the door.

The house was comfortably warm and she was wearing black leggings and a ribbed white tank top. Her hair fell loose across her shoulders and shone like she had just finished brushing it. She never wore much make-up, but her eyes were partially lined and her lips looked lush and inviting. She stepped close to me to shut the door and then turned into my arms, wrapping her own around my waist and laying her cheek against my chest.

"Seriously...I'm really glad you came," she said in a softer voice.

"Me, too," I whispered against the top of her head. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"Me neither," she murmured.

Then her face turned up and her arms reached to wrap around my neck, pulling my head down and offering her lips. I groaned and gave in all the way, squeezing her hard against me and kissing her urgently, my tongue searching for hers right away. One hand fell to her ass and I squeezed it hard through the stretchy fabric. The other hand came up to the back of her neck and I twined my fingers in her hair. For several minutes, I lost myself in that kiss, exploring her body, tasting her lips, and feeling her warm frame pressing willingly against mine.

Finally, however, she pulled away and smiled up at me shyly.

"I have some drinks and stuff set up in the sun room if you want to see..." she offered.

"I'd love to!" I assured her with a smile.

Still smiling, she stepped back and took my hand as it fell from her neck. Then she turned and led me through the kitchen (palatial) and through some French doors to a long room that ran along the back of the house. It was filled with potted plants and pale blue couches that looked like they belonged on a Mediterranean terrace. The floor was slate and there were geometric rugs that defined different parts of the room: a central lounge area, a breakfast nook to the left, and a bar off to the right with several stools. On a glass coffee table in the lounging area I saw water bottles and beers in a tin planter filled with ice and croissant sandwiches that looked like chicken salad arranged on a plate beside them. Floor-to-ceiling windows and French doors beyond the furniture faced the expanse of patio and lawn and I could see a deep section of woods as well--not a house in sight. My estimate of the home's value crept up a notch.

"Looks amazing!" I said with a smile. "This is a great room!"

"The floor is heated," she told me, "so it's never really cold in here even in a real winter. It's my favorite place," she added after a pause.

"I can see why," I told her.

"Let's sit right here," she said, gesturing to the couch nearest the food and drinks.

I agreed and she flowed onto the wide cushion with her back against the pillow and her legs tucked under her. I joined her less gracefully, sprawling comfortably with my legs stretched out, trying not to put my feet up on the coffee table. It was a nice room, and after a little chit-chat, we sat forward and had a sandwich each and a bottle of water, talking about the house and the food and anything but the reason I had come over. Still, it hung in the air between us like a tasty dessert that hadn't been revealed yet.

"So..." she said at last when we were both finished. "One thing has been driving me crazy all weekend."

"What's that, Char?" I asked equably.

"Without getting into the damn steps again, I've been dying to know what you want to teach me!" she blurted, a slight blush coloring her smooth cheeks.

"Well, I didn't really bring an agenda, Charlotte--I kind of thought we'd figure it out as we went."

"Okay," she said more quietly, her eyes wide and serious. "But remember what I said last time. I really want to learn more, and you don't need to ask my permission for every little thing. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."

She paused, looking into my eyes for a reaction, but I simply looked back at her with equal seriousness, nodding slightly at her last statement.

"I'll do anything," she finished simply, her gaze holding mine intently.

"God, Charlotte!" I whispered intensely when she stopped. "That's such a turn-on to hear!"

"So what do you want, Mr. Robertson?" she whispered back, her voice growing lower and sexier now that the topic had been brought out in the open.

I kicked my slip-ons off under the coffee table and sat myself cross-legged on the cushion so I could face her directly. Unconsciously, she assumed the same pose facing me. I reached across to stroke the delicate line of her jaw while I pondered the possibilities.

"First things first," I said with a feral smile. "Since this room is so warm and private, I want us both naked right here on this couch!"

"Oh, hell yes!" she said with a sound somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

"Kneel up, then, so I can do the honors!" I directed briskly.

Charlotte planted her hands for a moment, levered herself up onto her knees, and waited expectantly while I did the same. I stroked her hair with both hands, then let my hands trail down her arms and back up. She shivered with expectation and watched me trustingly. Holding her gaze, I dropped my hands to the hem of her tank top and tugged upward, revealing her taut belly. She raised her arms over her head to help me, so I pulled the thin garment smoothly up over her breasts, her chin, and up her arms before draping it across the back of the couch. Her arms fell slowly to her sides and she knelt there wordlessly, her breasts quivering in front of me. I reached across and palmed them briefly, feeling the nipples harden at my touch, and then pulled back.

"Now you take mine off, Charlotte," I instructed.

"Okay," she answered quietly.

Her hands came up and she fumbled with the second button of my shirt. After a twist and a tug, she got it open. The rest were easier for her and I felt the warmth of her breath and her body as she leaned in to push it over my shoulders and let it slide down my arms. When it was off, she put her hands on my shoulders while I placed it on top of hers on the couch cushion. Turning back to her, I took hold of her waist and pulled her forward. She shuffled a little and came willingly into my arms, her cheek coming to rest on my chest and her breasts pressing into my ribcage. We both sighed as the warmth between us spread. Without speaking, she turned her face up and we fell into a passionate kiss once more. My hands roamed the long lines of her naked back and hers did the same to mine. As our excitement grew, I extended my reach to follow the petite curves of her ass all the way down to the backs of her thighs, kneading the firm muscles and inhaling her delicate floral scent as our tongues intertwined. My cock was straining already against my pants and I realized what I had missed out on before, so I broke the kiss and stroked her hair with one hand while the other stayed firmly on her ass.

"Let's stand up, Charlotte--we need to get rid of the rest of these clothes!"

She giggled and nodded her agreement, swinging one slender leg to the floor and standing gracefully. I did the same.

"Unbuckle my belt and help me out first, Char, and then I'll do you."

"Okay," she replied.

Her hands were quick to figure out the belt and the button of my pants. The back of her hand brushed against my erection as she pulled the fly down and hooked her fingers in the waistband, digging deep to catch my underwear as well. Without a quick push, she shoved both layers down to mid-thigh. As before, my cock leapt upward to smack against my abs and she sighed happily. Her hair brushed the sensitive underside as she bent down to push my pants the rest of the way off, but that was it. I kicked them off my feet and under the table. Charlotte stood up as I finished that movement and looked at me expectantly.

I took her hands in both of mine and leaned forward to give her a soft kiss before continuing. Then I kissed her cheek, her nose, and her chin while she smiled into my eyes. Leaning down a bit, I kissed each side of her neck and made a path with my lips across each shoulder. She shivered happily and her breasts quivered with each deep breath she took. Glancing down at them, I saw that her areolas were fully engorged again and her small nipples were tight with excitement.

Still holding her hands, I knelt down in front of her and leaned in to kiss between her breasts first, feeling the heat of her pale frame beneath my lips and tasting the slight saltiness of her skin. At that elevation, it was easy to kiss the undersides of each breast and nuzzle her nipples, so I spent a minute lavishing attention equally on both sides. Her hands tried to come up to clutch my head, but I held them firmly by her flanks.

"Not yet," I whispered by way of explanation.

Then I let myself sink a little lower and dipped my tongue into her navel. She purred happily and when I let her hands go, she wrapped her arms around my head and held me there, encouraging me to continue. I had a mission, though, and it was too hard to wait any longer. My fingers found her waistband at the same time I pulled away from her navel and kissed the soft skin below it--she got the idea and let me go on. With my hands on both her hips, I tugged the black fabric down an inch and paused to kiss the newly-revealed slice of paradise. Making sure I caught her panties as well, I tugged again and planted a kiss at the very top of her mound as it came into view. I could smell her excitement and feel the warmth just in front of me, so I wasted no time in pulling her leggings and panties down another six inches. When I looked down, I could see her thigh gap and the soft, sparse curls adorning her pale skin.

The next kiss landed just above her clit, my breath tickling the soft hairs. Her fingers twined into my hair as I kissed sideways from that spot all the way to the bones of her hips and then back down along the crease at the top of her thighs. She rocked from foot to foot and moaned softly--I smiled when I noticed her movements had brought her tighter against my searching lips.

Letting go of her waistband, I surrounded her left thigh with both hands and looked up.

"Lift your leg, Charlotte!" I urged and she complied.

My hands stripped the fabric off her slender leg entirely and her delicate foot brushed my arm as she pulled it out and dropped it back to the carpet. I switched legs and looked up again.

"Other leg!" I murmured and she smiled down at me, her hands still holding my head.

Gracefully, she did the same thing and stood in front of me completely nude. I grinned up at her with lust blazing across my face.

"Now put your foot up on the cushion!" I told her.

She complied eagerly and my lips landed on her inner thigh as I turned to worship the beauty before me. My hands wrapped around her leg once more and I stroked it front and back as I kissed my way down to her knee. I paused there and let my hands rise again, moving up across her ass in the back and turning the other one so that my fingers trailed upward through her pubic hair to caress her belly. She looked down at me with lust in her eyes and took a deep breath through her parted lips.

With my arm, I nudged her foot off the cushion to the floor again and grinned.

"Other foot!" I commanded.

She giggled and put her foot on the wooden frame of the coffee table. I treated that thigh to an equal amount of attention and finished by stroking her ass and pubic hair once more. Then I knelt back on my heels and stroked her legs from hip to ankle and back up, admiring the flawless skin, the firm muscles, and the silky texture. After another trip to her ankles, though, I ran the backs of my hands up the insides of her legs. Her eyes widened and her whole body twitched as she shifted her feet to spread her legs wider apart for me. My forefingers came to rest against her labia just as I leaned forward and planted a kiss at the top of her slit. That made Charlotte moan again and I grinned in triumph. "Not yet, little girl!" I thought to myself.

WIth quick motion, I moved my hands to the outsides of her hips and applied some pressure, turning her body so that her back was to the couch.

"Lay back, babe!" I urged.

Smiling happily, Charlotte sank back onto the cushions so that her feet stayed on the floor and her shoulders came to rest at the base of the pillowy back. Her head was inclined so that she could look down at me as I moved with her to end up between her outspread knees. My hands rested on her thighs for a moment and I rubbed the tops, feeling the muscles quiver with excitement. I let my thumbs brush along the crease where leg meets hip and grinned back for a moment before lowering myself between her legs.

"Oh, God!" she whispered, "are you going to...?"

"Yes, Charlotte...I'm going to eat your amazing little pussy and make you cum!" I muttered hungrily.