Charlotte Ch 08

Charlotte 8

As we continued to relax on the couch, the back of my mind kept returning to the appalling thought that I was really comfortable doing this. I was a married college professor (okay--associate professor) and I was lying on a couch with one of my students, buck naked after an afternoon of amazing sex. Her body was warm against mine, and her chestnut hair was tucked back behind her ears, still damp from the shower we had shared and from the exertions of the last hour. Her thigh lay on top of mine, her perfect little breast pressed into my arm, and her light brown eyes were smiling at me as we murmured happily to each other.

After about 5 minutes, though, she seemed to realize as well how unreal this situation was.

"I know this isn't okay," she said, her eyes turning serious. "Why does it feel so good, though?"

"I was just thinking the same thing, Char. I wish we could do this forever, and I know we can't."

"How long can you stay?" she asked plaintively.

"I have to leave in an hour and a half," I told her, smiling wistfully across at her.

She absorbed that news without saying anything, thinking, I'm sure, about the implications of our relationship and the realities of our separate worlds.

"You know," she said at last, "I kind of started this because you said I was sexy."

"I know, Char...but I let it happen because...well, because it's true. You're SO fucking sexy and you have no idea. I couldn't stop myself from telling you that first day, and I didn't want to stop myself from showing you when you asked me why, and here we are."

She had grown a lot since that first painful confession. The awkward young woman was still there, but she had gained some confidence in the last few weeks because she was starting to realize exactly how sensual and sexual she was. Her virginity was a memory, and she knew how to please a man in ways she had only seen on videos before last month. Still, Charlotte was a novice on the path she would follow for the rest of her life and I had somehow taken on the role of mentor in this bizarre situation.

"I just wanted to know..." she said before her voice trailed off.

"You DO know, Charlotte. You know what you're doing now, and I hope you know how amazing you are."

"I kind of do," she admitted. "I just feel like there's so much more I don't know."

"That's a lifetime journey, babe," I told her with an indulgent smile. "If you stay true to yourself and stay away from guys who just want to use you because you're beautiful and innocent and sexy, you'll be able to learn and find out what you like and keep this whole process growing until you meet the person you want to stay with. But we both know it can't be me, and we both know that we can't keep doing this, right?" I asked gently.

"I know," she whispered. "I just feel like there's so much more!"

"There IS!" I told her, still smiling. "But you don't have to do it all at once. I didn't. It took a bunch of girlfriends teaching me what to do, and it took a lot of time to get comfortable with who I am."

"That's what I want," she said in a soft voice that almost broke my heart.

"You'll get there, Char. You will. And I'm so glad and grateful that I got you started. I just...

"I know," she interrupted. "I know that you're married, and you're my teacher. I know all that, and I get it. I'm not some idiot who's going to fall in love with a professor and get all stupid. I just wish that I could...that WE could keep doing this until I felt like I'd learned everything. Is that wrong?"

"No," I told her immediately. "It's not wrong. It's not possible, but it's not wrong to want something. And besides," I said in a lighter tone, "you've learned SO much in the last few weeks that I don't know what's left for you to do!"

I tried a bright smile and a quick squeeze of her little ass, but she didn't give up.

"I get that," she said as she looked me in the eye directly. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Jesus, Charlotte--I thought we WERE being honest with each other. I just want you to be real with me as well--and real with yourself about what we're doing here!"

"Okay, Mr. Robertson. I will be real. I know I can't have THIS forever," she said with some urgency in her voice as she nodded toward our connected bodies and squeezed my limp cock for emphasis. "And I know we're not in love or anything. But you were my first in a lot of things. The first guy I showed myself to. The first guy I was honest with about...sex and stuff. The first guy who kissed me for real. The first guy who..."

"Charlotte," I interrupted in return, "I"m the first guy you did a lot of things with, and that's amazing. I'll never forget that, and I know you won't either."

"Shut up for a minute!" she said, pulling back and looking straight into my eyes.

"Sorry," I said.

"I GAVE you my virginity," she continued, her face calm but serious. "I gave you my first blowjob and swallowed your cum. You went down on me and made me cum like that for the first time. You came inside me and made me realize how much I liked it. In the shower, you jacked off looking at me and that was so fucking hot that I can't believe it. You even fucked my tits...and that's how this all got started, talking about how I didn't have any tits to flash at my stupid history teacher!"

She was getting a little heated, but I thought to myself that she needed to get this off her chest. I nodded and smiled a little, but didn't interrupt her again--she was clearly on a roll.

"So before we stop," she said in a level voice as she regained control of herself, "I want to make sure I know everything I need to know to be happy."

"Charlotte," I said helplessly, "I want you to be happy...I hope you know that. I just don't want to create a situation that makes us both sad."

"You won't," she said in that same even tone. "I won't let you."

"That's good," I told her sincerely. "No guy should really be telling you what to do or how to be happy."

"You don't get it," she said with a plaintive note in her voice. "I'm starting to believe you about being sexy and being in control. I just want you to know one thing. With YOU, I don't want to be in control. I just want you to tell me what to do and how to do it, and I want to do every fucking thing that a woman can do with a man so that I know what do when it's NOT with you. Do you get that?"

Her voice was so earnest and her eyes were wide with vulnerable pain that I reacted instinctively to comfort her.

"Of course I get that, Charlotte. We just need to keep this under control so neither one of us gets hurt."

"I know," she said again. "But there's so many things that I want to do with you."

"Char," I said with a little smile again, "you're going to spend a lifetime learning what you like to do and what you want to do. It's just not okay if we do it together...you said you knew that."

"I do," she said with a matching smile. "I really do."

"Good," I said, trying to keep the relief out of my voice.

"But while we're here," she went on, "I don't want to lose the chance."

Sighing internally, I asked the obvious question: "What chance?"

"Well," she said, "right before we...had sex for the first time, you were rubbing your fingers on my butt. Do you remember?"

"I remember," I admitted.

"I liked it. And you said I had lots of time to learn about that, right?"

"I do," said, "and you do."

"So now it's time. I want it now. I want you to show me everything."

"Charlotte," I said, unconsciously assuming my teacher voice again but smiling on the inside, "what are you saying?"

She looked so desperate that even though I knew what she wanted, I figured it was important for her to say the words out loud.

"I want you to...to take my last virginity," she said quietly. "I want you to have my butt."

"Are you sure?" I asked with equal solemnity.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Robertson, how many ways can I say it?" she burst out. "I trust YOU and you make me feel sexy and special and I don't want to learn ANY of this the wrong way with the wrong person!"

I was blown away by her sincerity and her need, so I answered her honestly.

"Charlotte Dawes," I said as I looked into her eyes, "I would love to be the man who takes your last virginity. I love your sweet little ass and I would love to be the first man to fuck you there, but that's a really big thing. Is that what you really want?"

Her confidence failed her at that point. She lowered her eyes and buried her face in my chest before answering.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me in my ass."

Now that she was committed, I was secretly thrilled to do it. My wife has never enjoyed anal sex, and the best I had hoped for since our marriage was the occasional finger or tongue playing with her backdoor on special occasions. And by special occasions, I mean when she was drunk. It's not like a married man can say, "It's my birthday, babe, so I get to fuck you in the ass." Not in real life.

Seeing how things stood in this moment, though, I was more than ready. I pulled her chin up and kissed her softly to ease the tension of that raw moment, and then I smiled at her.

"Charlotte," I said reassuringly, "I would be honored and thrilled to be the guy who gets your butt for the first time!"

Her eyes were still clouded with emotion, but she smiled back at me a little and looked pleased.

"Let's go upstairs," I said. "This isn't something we can jump into on the couch with beers and snacks."

She almost laughed at my irreverence, but nodded and whispered, "Okay."

For some reason, we wrapped our towels around ourselves as we stood up--there was something ceremonial going on, and the word "unveiling" came to mind as I followed a step after Charlotte up the stairs. Her slender legs and twitching little behind held my attention as we climbed and I saw the light glinting on the soft, short hairs of her thighs. As we got to the second floor, though, a thought occurred to me and I paused with my hand on the newel post.

"Charlotte," I said. She stopped to turn and look at me. "We're going to need some lubrication--do you have any in your room?"

She looked blank for a minute and then it clicked what I was talking about and her eyes widened.

"I don't..." she said hesitantly, "but I know where some is!"

"Good," I said with a smile. "That's one of the rules!"

As I said it, she rolled her eyes and laughed. I had never realized that I had a set of rules for everything, and I'm sure my face showed my startled realization. Quickly, though, she stepped close and put her hands on my shoulders. She rose up on tiptoe and kissed me quickly, then dropped down and smiled up at me affectionately.

"You know what you're doing," she told me softly. "And I love that. All these rules just let me know that I'm safe."

"I never realized I had so many!" I said with a snort.

"Can I tell you something else?" she asked more quietly.

"Of course."

"It kind of turns me on when you tell me what to do and how things are going to be."

"That's good to know about yourself, babe," I said with a smile, gathering her into my arms. "Just don't feel like you have to do whatever some guy tells you down the road!"

She put her chin against my chest, looked up at me, and paused before she answered.

"I won't," she whispered seriously. "I just like it with you."

"That's fine...I kind of like it, too," I admitted. "Now grab that lube and let's go!" I continued, giving her a squeeze that turned into a shove and a twirl.

She giggled and darted into the nearest doorway--clearly the master bedroom. I heard a drawer pull rattle and then she came out and stopped against the door jamb, leaning her weight on one foot and holding up a slender bottle.

"Is this OK?" she asked softly.

I glanced at the bottle. It wasn't a brand I knew, but it looked natural and normal and (thank God) unscented, so I nodded and told her it was fine.

Holding it like some kind of talisman, Charlotte preceded me down the hallway and into her room. Once again, I was struck by how much it smelled like her and looked like a place for her--classy and clean and subtly feminine, a mix of neat desk and jumbled closet, and a familiar spot now that I had visited a couple of times. The bathroom fan was still whirring softly and the bedside light was on, but no others. Sunlight sliced into the room between the edges of the curtains.

"Why don't you pull off the covers and lie down," I said briskly. "I'm going to grab a couple of towels and start you off with a massage."

"Is that another rule?" with mock seriousness as she reached for the comforter.

"Absolutely. Lots of lube. Lots of towels. Start off slow and easy," I said over my shoulder as I entered the bathroom.

There were open shelves opposite the shower that had rolled-up towels in a couple of different sizes. I grabbed two small ones--fortunately not white--and a bottle of lotion off the counter and headed back into the bedroom. I smiled when I saw Charlotte was stretched out face down on the bed, still wearing her towel. Her legs were together and I could just see the sweet curves of her butt cheeks rising from her thighs. Her arms were crossed and she lay with her right cheek pillowed on her hands, her hair tucked back behind her ear left.

Dropping the towels and lotion onto the foot of the bed, I untucked my own towel and let it fall to the floor. I could see Charlotte watching me out of the corner of her eye as I paused to consider my next move. Her position made up my mind for me. I threw the small towels further up to the middle of the bed beside her and pumped a few squirts of lotion into my cupped palm, then rubbed my hands together to warm it up. Then I leaned over and rubbed it into her calves, pressing the muscles firmly, letting my hands glide over her smooth skin. She hummed happily and I saw her face twitch into a little smile.

My next move was to climb up onto the foot of the bed and straddle her lower legs. Another few pumps of lotion and I was rubbing my thumbs along her hamstrings while my fingers curled around the outsides of her thighs. Once again, I heard happy noises with each stroke.

"That towel's going to be a problem in a minute, young lady," I said softly as I caressed her.

She giggled and then slipped her hands down to tug it apart just above her breasts. When it was out from under her body, I seized the bottom edge and pulled it off entirely, dropping it behind me while I drank in the slim, graceful frame in front of me. I was definitely an ass man, but the lines and curves of a woman's back have always been a turn-on, especially when I'm about to feel them against me!

"Is that better?" she asked playfully, breaking into my reverie.

"God, yes!" I breathed back with total honesty and pleasure in my voice.

Charlotte twisted her head around to look at me--I'm sure she could hear the lust in my voice. Looking back over her shoulder for a moment, she smiled in sincere pleasure and then settled back onto her arm-pillow again.

"Keep going!" she murmured, closing her eyes. "I think I need to be more relaxed!"

Warming another palmful of lotion, I moved up her body until I was sitting on the backs of her thighs. My cock was half-hard already without any stimulation and I'm sure she felt it brushing the insides of her legs just below her pussy. She squirmed a little and parted her legs a bit more, creating a lovely gap that my cock settled into. My hands, meanwhile, got back to work.

I first spread the lotion into the small of her back, then slid my hands down, my thumbs digging deep into her buttocks while my fingers kneaded her hip muscles along each side. I could have done that a lot more, but the little bottle of lube on the bedside table reminded me why we were there and the bedside clock nagged at my consciousness. My point, though, was to relax her whole body and turn her on a little, so I moved up again, sliding my palms up the sweet lines of her back, leaning forward as I did so that my cock nudged against her pussy. I smiled to myself when I felt the heat radiating from her once more. As the wide crown slid along her lips, I heard a faint liquid sound that told me how aroused she was and my grin widened. She's just about ready for more, I thought to myself.

Since I was already leaning over her, I stopped my massaging and kissed the base of her neck, laying my body along hers but keeping my weight off of her as much as I could. She moaned happily, her eyes closing in contented lust. With one hand I propped myself up and with the other, I reached for the vial of lube. More kisses followed, and then I sat back upright, positioning myself so that my hands were free.

The anticipation was getting to me and my cock was fully erect, trapped at a downward angle along her sweet little pussy. Our combined juices had made her very slippery, but that wasn't going to be enough. To distract her from the serious business at hand, though, I tugged my erection up an inch and felt it slip into position at her opening. She squirmed when she felt that, her tight little ass flexing enticingly as she tried to part her legs even more. That gave me an idea, so I levered myself up and moved a knee on the inside of her thigh, pushing her leg out further toward the wall, which in turn opened her up a little more to the pressure of my cock against her so that I slipped inside a little more. Then I leaned the other way and repeated the movement so that I was kneeling between her legs. My cock slipped in another inch as we settled into our new positions.

Parting her legs like that made it easy to fuck her, but it also spread her cheeks wide and I gazed down with lust rising inside me at my objective. Her back and buttocks were still glistening with lotion, so I trailed one finger down the bumps of her spine, over her tailbone, and into the crevice between her smooth, firm cheeks. Just before I touched her puckered little anus, though, I reversed course and slid that finger back to her tailbone. She moaned a little unhappily, so I flexed my hips as I teased her and slipped another wide inch of cock inside her. That made her groan a little more happily, so I stayed where I was and began to run my finger lower again.

As I did that, though, I thumbed the top of the lube open and just before my finger went into her crack, I drizzled a little oil along its path. Charlotte's lips fell open as she felt the cool liquid hit her most intimate spot and a deep sigh whooshed out. Since I had the bottle open, I dripped a little bit on my cock as well, thumbed the top closed, and laid it aside. When my finger hit the slick ridge surrounding her backdoor, I stopped and made circles with my fingertip, not pushing but starting the process of opening her up. My other hand swabbed lube along the part of my shaft that wasn't buried inside her. When I circled her anus, I could feel the ring of muscle fluttering with surprise and (hopefully) excitement. With each rotation, I flexed my hips a little to move inside her pussy and also added a little pressure to her ass.

Charlotte, at that point, was clearly getting into the new sensation. Her breathing was deep and slightly ragged as she shuddered. When my finger tip slipped into the confines of her anus for the first time, she clamped down on it involuntarily and I felt a corresponding flutter in her pussy. I pulled back and made sure there was plenty of lube on my finger, then pressed down into her a little more. Soon we were in a steady rhythm--I pushed, she tensed and then relaxed, and her body seemed to be getting used to the strange new feeling I was creating.

"Just relax your body, babe..." I whispered. "Let my finger in and keep breathing."

In just a minute or two, I was sliding half my finger into the heat of her ass, the layers of muscle that guarded her opening accepting its presence gradually. I pushed into her pussy once in a while to distract her a little and keep my excitement going, but (to tell the truth) I was amazingly turned on by the process of getting inside her and feeling how tight she was, so that was superfluous for me. I did manage to drizzle some more lube onto her ass and my fingers without breaking my rhythm. A minute more and my middle finger was disappearing fully inside her in a slow, steady cycle of penetration and withdrawal.