Edited by Sherry
November-10-2009
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DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The characters, concepts, and plot are original, and are the property of the author. All rights reserved. Distribution for commercial gain, including, but not limited to, posting on sites or newsgroups, distribution as parts or in book form (either as a whole or part of a compilation) with or without a fee, or distribution on CD, DVD, or any other electronic media, with or without a fee, is expressly prohibited without the author's written consent. All commercial use except by educational institutions and libraries requires the author's written consent. The author may be contacted by email at christiangkay@gmail.com. Your comments are welcome.
"Adam Martin - The Pupil" is a erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, country, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere.
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Chapter 01 -- The bus ride.
I looked out the back window of the bus as it began to pull away from the station. The sky was steel gray, overcast and dreary. I would always remember the shades of yellow, orange, amber, and brown autumn leaves falling from the trees as they surrounded the lone figure of my mother, who was now growing smaller in the distance as the bus picked up speed. She gave me one last wave. I waved back at her then turned to face forward in my seat. This would be my last glimpse of the place I grew up in.
There was a small lump in my throat as I began to reminisce about some of the good times I had in this place with her and my family and friends. Even though I felt a bit sad about leaving, I was more relieved and even happier to be able to leave the bad memories behind. Soon I would be able to forget this place I thought, as I laid my head against the window and watched the countryside speed past me in a dreary blur. This nightmare of my life would soon disappear. I hoped the monstrous images of my stepfather would be the first to fade. That loser would never be able to beat me into unconsciousness ever again. He was such a chicken shit, but clever enough to cover the tracks of his darker side to everyone but me. To the rest of the world he was a model spouse, an exemplary community leader and the perfect businessman. To me, he was my tormentor. There was nothing in the world that I hated more than that man, and he knew it. It had seemed like a personal goal of his to make my life a living hell.
I had confided all that he had done to me to my grandmother, of my dead father's side of the family.
She was my savior, my angel, and the one person I loved and respected above all else. She had arranged for me to attend the Royal Jarvis Conservatory, a private school, in the south. It was a reputable school that was well-known for its music program and curriculum. My dream was to be able to sing in perfect pitch, join a band and to be flawless on the guitar and piano. Music had always been a passion for me and she knew it could be my escape out of reality. Since there had been no current openings in the school dormatory, she had also arranged for me to stay at a local bed and breakfast until I could find more permanent accommodations. I was very shocked and surprised my mother and stepfather had permitted grandmother's set up but it was either this, or go to the police about the ongoing abuse. Neither my stepfather nor my mother wanted that, knowing how much it would taint their perfect image in the town if word got out, so reluctantly they agreed. They even bought me some new clothes, a guitar and had gathered a few of my closest friends together for a little going away party. Since it was also just past my eighteenth birthday we made a bigger event of it.
Lost in thought and watching passengers boarding and leaving the bus from town to town, I realized it was slowly filling up. In one town there were a bunch of people getting on the bus. Later, I found out that a group of them had just attended a wedding and now they were home bound. Hours later this routine kinda started to get old. Another town, another stop. I stretched and shifted around a bit, my ass starting to feel numb from sitting so long. Yawning and growing impatient I stopped noticing the new faces entering and leaving the bus long ago. I just wanted this long never-ending bus ride of boredom to end so I could get on with my life. While repositioning myself to get comfortable enough to take a nap, a saw a woman with long, wavy, reddish brown hair walking towards me.
I made eye contact with the woman. I don't know why but she had this look of sensuality about her. Even though she was older than me by at least 20 years, I found her face and her full figure very appealing. She looked right back at me with her sparkling dark green eyes.
"May I sit here young man?" She asked politely.
I just stared at her for a few seconds and finally my mouth started wording what my brain wanted to say.
"Yes d... do please do." I stuttered back to her. I'm sure she thought I was a retard or something. Thinking about how drop dead gorgeous she was, I hadn't realized that I had begun to drool off the side of my mouth, which I quickly wiped off with the back of my hand. I looked at her again and bit at my lower lip as she took the seat beside me.
Not only was I feeling a bit, no not a bit, VERY awkward sitting next to this woman, but I was getting a hard-on. DAMNIT! I thought to myself, Please don't let my track pants tent up! I don't want to have to adjust myself within this woman's line of sight. Apparently I'm guessing God had other plans, or was busy answering other prayers because seconds later, my boner was making his bus ride debut, growing and growing till he was able to get his head up high enough to greet the world.
I tried to be as discreet as I could and moved my cock off to one side. Dear Lord, I could tell she'd seen me! I turned one hundred shades of red and just waited for her to grab her bag off the floor and get up to find another seat. Instead, she looked at me as I turned to glance at her and our eyes met again. Those seductive green eyes of hers sent tingles down my spine and my already excited member started to feel a hurtful prickling sensation.
"My name is Elizabeth but my friends call me Liza for short, what's your name?" she asked in a sexy, mature, and self-assured kinda voice as she held out her hand towards me. I took her hand in mine. It was soft, but with a firm confidence. I was hypnotized. I quickly lost my train of thought, and my mind went totally blank ...Dear God no, not now! ..Come on, what was my name again?!
I tried to speak but no sound came from my lips. I blushed again, praying hard that I could remember my name. This woman had bewitched me. She wanted to make me into a hypnotized idiot so she could enslave me and she was succeeding at it...Hmm, that would be so hot I thought suddenly then quickly felt like a fool. I still had not told her my name. My brain was still acting like a primal ape trying to learn how to beat away the lion with a stick.
"A-Ad-Adam," I finally managed to stutter as I lowered my head, trying to hide my embarrassment. My ears felt like they were on fire. I had no idea what shade of red my face was, but it felt like hell red as if I had stuck my head in an oven, trying to baste it like a Thanksgiving turkey. It wasn't until I felt a slight tug that I realized I was still holding her hand tight and she was trying to pull it away. While my brain was working on God knows what at this point, I looked at her and gave her a smile as sweet as I could make it and gently and hesitantly let go of her hand.
"Well, nice to meet you Adam." She replied.
"Pleasure" I mumbled out idiotically.
She gave me another smile that could melt the ice caps faster than the green gas effect. Just looking at her sent shivers down my spine again and alerted every part of my being.
"So where are you going, if it's okay to ask?"
"Um, I'm going to a little town called Jarvis, to the Royal Jarvis Conservatory," I managed to say without acting like a total fool and stuttering this time.
She raised an eyebrow slightly and asked what I wanted to study. I told her and we started to chat about music. I could tell from what she said that she loved music and had a passion for it as well. She liked everything from classical to jazz to modern alternative. Slowly, I felt more comfortable talking with her as we chatted about various things to pass the time. All the while I couldn't help myself from occasionally stealing glances at her full breasts, slim waist and oh-so-long legs. She had the figure of a 50's movie star. I tried real, real hard to forget about it and contain myself as we chatted away, but every time I looked at her, my excitement would swell and spring up again, making it a bit uncomfortable for me to sit still. I subtly adjusted it every time I thought she wasn't looking and shifted around a lot in my seat but nothing really worked. I couldn't wait till we stopped somewhere for dinner so I could jerk off in the bathroom. I needed relief badly...