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* Education of a Jezebel
* Part 2 - Elementary School
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This is part of a novel. Previous parts should be read first.
Chapter 4
As she finished up her work on Friday, Kelley reviewed her line of attack for the evening. Samantha wasn't around, she'd taken the afternoon to get ready for a house party she was heading to with one of her regulars. "It's gonna be a great orgy," she'd joked to Kelley as she left for the day, "you know you'd be welcome. It's time you spread out, Andrew's got to be getting a little boring."
But he wasn't, not yet. Oh, Kelley knew her boyfriend wasn't 'the one,' and that eventually she'd move on. Maybe with Kurt, wouldn't that be fun! Of course, that would cause all kinds of problems, you couldn't screw a guy's roommate, could you? But for now, Andrew was kind, considerate, and they were getting along just fine, both in and out of bed.
Over the five weeks Kelley'd been dating Andrew, Samatha had given her hints and outright lessons on how to be a fox, Kelley was learning. She was seeing Andrew usually every Friday or Saturday night, maybe again during the week. Once on a Saturday, she'd met Samantha at a suburban club, they'd both gotten hit on by many a guy. Sam had, of course, left with one, Kelley let herself be kissed, but she'd rebuffed the guy when he suggested he knew another place, gave him a fake phone number.
She'd been to Andrew's place as often as he'd been to hers, he lived in a suburban house with two other guys. Clark was a kind, sensitive nerd who Kelley took great pleasure in teasing; Kurt was an alpha male, full of double entendres and pranks. He embarrassed her the first couple times she'd been over, then she started taunting him back, they'd reached a fully armed detente. So far, he hadn't tried to grope at her, she wasn't sure she'd mind if he did, but of course there was Andrew to think of.
She left work just as the rush hour was starting, plenty of time. She'd told Andrew to come over around seven, she was going to cook. That was an intentional lie.
When she got home, she took her time in the bathroom, showering and primping, when her boyfriend rang the bell she'd been ready for more than ten minutes.
She opened the door, keeping herself a bit behind it so people on the street wouldn't get a peek, when Andrew stepped into the hallway he remarked, "Holy Shit!" That was just the reaction she was hoping for, the one Samantha had predicted.
She stood back, let him look her over, top to bottom, toe to neck. He hadn't seen her since last weekend, she'd had time to create the image. She'd had an appointment with her stylist, her hair was now curled coyly on the sides. Her makeup was cosmopolitan as always, but she'd taken pains to perfect it that night. She wore a complex bodice of deep violet; her breasts were ensconced in lustrous material emphasizing her cleavage, the material below was made of bows holding the two halves together, lace along her sides and at her waist. Her matching panties covered her groin sufficiently, the elastic strings at the sides held the front to the back. Her thigh highs were of the same shade, tight along her entire leg. and finally, black three inch heels held her up.
She turned her back to the man, he watched her rump walk away, leading him through the living room into the bedroom. He got his second surprise of the night then, the cheap twin berth they'd been using to this point had been replaced by a massive canopy bed of murky rosewood. The frame, headboard, and finials were intricately carved, a top of patterned fabric hovered above the bed.
"You like?" Kelley asked.
"Yeah, it's beautiful."
"You want to help me inaugurate it? Or are you too hungry?"
"Hell, no!" he cheered, grabbed her and kissed her. She surrendered to his hug, her lips opened. With Samantha's help she'd learned to control the embraces, now Andrew's mouth met hers softly, lips were nibbled, tongues braided.
They climbed onto the bed, Kelley kneeled over him, helped him pull the shirt off, then undid the belt and unzipped him. By now, she was familiar with the routine of undressing him, it no longer held mysteries for her. He was wearing his usual white boxers, it was fine.
She started by lying on top of him, pressed the stiff points of her bodice into his chest, she heard him sigh. They kissed and cuddled for a bit, his hand went to her back, her ass. She sat and turned her back to him. "Take it off please, it was a real pain to put on!" He fumbled with the seven hooks, when it was open she turned back to him, shook the straps off, teased him by slowly dragging the garment off, she received another surprise. Instead of viewing her nipples, they were covered by red, heart shaped pasties. She let him handle her bosom, it felt so nice that he was impeded from heading straight for her nip. He played with the boobs for a good four minutes before she finally let him tear the pasties off and suckle. The first touch of his lips to them was sparking, the delay had really turned her on.
She pushed him on his back, knelt over him, pulled the boxers off. The dick was already springing up, hard for her. He'd told her she was getting better at blow jobs, she still wasn't confident in that particular skill. She licked at the tip, used her hand to stroke up and down, swallowed the dick, sucked on it. Andrew sighed blissfully at her work, she figured she was at least good enough. Once she had to halt for a couple of moments to unwind a stray pubic hair from a tooth.
Then she knelt to the side, having a big bed was so much more fun! And she teased her panties off, lowering one side, then the next, slowly dragging the waist down until she revealed her next, and final surprise. "Wow!" was the response from Andrew when he realized the unruly tangle of her pubic hair had been disposed of. She was completely bare, he could see the puffy lips of her labia as she displayed herself to him. "I had a bikini wax!" she exclaimed.
He put his hand on the area, stroked it. To Kelley it felt so good, even better than the times she'd felt herself up down there in the three days since she'd visited the waxing center. Andrew couldn't wait to taste it, she toppled to the bed, he quickly got between her covered legs, his tongue went to the clit, the hole. To both of them, it felt marvelous.
It wasn't the first bare kitty Andrew had ever kissed, but he'd become used to Kelley's fur. Now that it was no longer there, he could suck and lick to his content. For her, the sensations were a marvel. It seemed there was no barrier, Andrew's tongue produced incredible sensations, electricity coursed through the area. She was close, she knew, she wanted to put her hand down and rub her clit and refrained only because she wasn't sure if it was proper or not.
By this time she knew Andrew's favorite position was missionary. While she didn't mind it, exactly, she wanted something else. She got three pillows, flopped on them belly down, spread generously. Andrew was behind her in just a moment, she felt the head of his penis at the cusp, then enter. Oh, she was so wet, the first few shoves were amazing. Andrew controlled the timing, but she was able to vary the direction by twisting her hips or elevating her pubes by either raising on her arms or pushing with her knees. Andrew was able to wait for her and within a few minutes she felt the repeated tense of her vaginal muscles, the sense of well being spread over her body, she saw sparks of electricity within her closed eyelids. Andrew heard her groan, he kept his pushes up until she tensed violently one last time, then relaxed. He withdrew, still having fervor for her, for her body. She looked over her shoulder at her lover, they both laughed.
They laid next to each other, for some reason Andrew wasn't in a hurry to do it again, he wanted to extend the pleasure. He touched her bald pussy, felt it. "It's beautiful," he complimented. "Did it hurt?"
"A pinch each time she ripped the wax off. But it seemed to go on forever, nearly a half hour. The girl told me it would be faster from now on. You like it, then?"
"I really do."
Kelley rubbed his chest, his hair was sparse there, then rolled over and started licking at his nipple. She'd never done that before, it was sort of nice. Concurrently she stroked his hard on, felt his balls, sensed the shudder. Another thing she'd never done was let a man come in her mouth, she thought maybe this might be the right time. "You want a blow job?"
"I'd rather come in your pussy."
"Okay."
She let him arrange her in his favored position, he covered her and once again he was inside her. She let him thrust, he kept his weight on his elbows and knees, from time to time she'd shift a leg or try to lift herself off the mattress to give him a slightly different target. For whatever reason, he seemed to be having a difficult time releasing, she appreciated the friction but wasn't in any danger of another orgasm. A good five or seven minutes passed, Kelley didn't bother to fake it, it was actually getting a little boring for her. At last she felt him get ready, he raised on his arms, braced himself. She heard his now familiar grunts, a sensation down there let her know his spunk was dripping from the edges of where they fit together, the deed was done.
