Pt 02 The Lesson

This is part of a long series. This chapter happens in the 1990s, which is important in case you want to skip the first part. I welcome any criticism.

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When Steve came to visit, Kimberly would walk with as little clothing as she pleased. If she needed to shower, she would continue talking while undressing and getting in, leaving the door open to prevent interruptions during their conversation. Then she'd come out and dress up in the bedroom. When she had plans to go out, she'd change in front of him and ask for his opinion about her underwear.

Steve could gawk at her, talk to her breasts and he didn't have to contain or hide his erection, they both accepted that as part of their relationship. She was happy he enjoyed seeing her naked and she loved trusting him to behave. Kimberly wanted to explore a friendship in which both people got as naturalistic as they could towards arousal, although, sometimes, she was in the mood for having him take off his pants and jerk off while looking at her, be it showering or just lying in bed. She loved making him cum without even getting close to him.

Steve understood implicitly that she'd never fuck him, not even suck him, even though she loved blowing Dennis, as well as any boy she'd ever been with.

Kimberly encouraged Steve to undress freely in her flat, but she would almost never signal any pleasure in seeing him naked, while his eyes and his cock divulged their enthusiasm even when she bent over to grab something, fully clothed. When they talked about his body for whatever reason, she'd matter-of-factly compliment his arms and his butt, sometimes his thick cock, telling him he'd make very happy every woman who'd some day sit on him.

Their conversations about sex got more precise. Why did Steve enjoy women in sandals so much? Why he got aroused about female police officers? Why didn't Kimberly mind when men would cup a feel on the subway, regardless their age or ugliness? Was it contradictory to be a feminist and still fantasize about being blackmailed to suck a stranger?

Dennis, however, seemed to have no imagination. She tried to make him masturbate her on a dance floor, she tried to fuck him in a college classroom. She tried, she tried, she tried.

That was no ground for breaking up, though. She saw him as a good respectful guy and he did fuck her most of the times she wanted him to, albeit always in a locked bedroom. At least he didn't mind leaving the lights on -- Kimberly liked watching herself in the mirror as they fucked.

Even so, on a day when Kimberly was ovulating, she went to campus with a summer dress and no panties, convinced Dennis could not refuse that opportunity. He got mad, since it wasn't one of those long dresses her mother made, but one that could reveal too much under heavy wind. Also, the soft fabric would imply every curve as it moved over her body. Dennis was sure some guys would notice she had no panties, everybody would enjoy the gossip, and he'd be a cuck.

Kimberly was hurt by his denial, so she decided to make the most of that dress.

She picked the last class before lunch to seat in the front row, her legs crossed. She didn't pick that professor for his looks or any particular attribute. On the contrary, the man was in his sixties, not very appealing, and quite mild, it was just the best schedule to go home if something went wrong.

As Kimberly showed extreme attention, the professor talked directly at her. She changed her position, as if to adjust her arm while taking notes, then she opened her legs, her right ankle resting on her left knee, praying she'd get the angle right, as she kept scribbling.

The professor seemed uncomfortable. He looked down, then at her eyes, then to the ceiling. He lost himself, babbled over some papers and eventually got his 60 year old ass off his chair to address the other students.

She closed her legs again, always with a straight face. She felt hot between her thighs and a cold fear in her chest. He'd seen it. Her pussy kept getting hotter. It would wet her dress, she realized in panic, and she could swear her classmates could sniff her arousal. Kimberly looked around, suspicious of the girl to her right and of the boy to her left.

The professor seemed to doubt himself and to tire of talking standing up. As he sat down, Kimberly -- still worried that a smell or a a wet spot on the dress might give her away -- opened her legs once more, wider than she first wanted to, as if her cunt commanded her knees. Immediately she felt wetter. A soft breeze came up her thighs to her pussy and it made matters worse, highlighting the sense of exposure.

For no apparent reason, the professor closed a book on his desk. The sound seemed to help him regain a bit of self-control. Once again he got up, and she crossed her legs. As her thighs came together they started to rub against each other, her pussy inviting her hands to join the fun.

The situation was getting the best of her. She let her hand land over her crotch, her legs tightening together. Her fingers started to dance against her dress, eager to pull the fabric up and caress their way in.

Kimberly drew a deep breath. She looked at the professor. He was at a loss, facing her, the room waiting for him to go on with the lecture. Her nipples were piercing through her bra and dress, commanding the man's eyes to pay close attention to her boobs. Kimberly wanted to let her tits out. The professor's expression would be priceless.

She had to bite her lips. He noticed that. Kimberly smiled, the most naïve smile she could muster. The old man smiled back, the dumb smile she knew so well, from a 60 something boy, overjoyed for having glanced at a student's pussy.

He returned to his desk. Her legs were wide open once more. She leaned back now, playing with her pen, no notes. She'd nod sometimes and laugh as he tried any stupid joke here and there. He couldn't keep looking directly at her legs, but he checked her out as frequently as possible. When he'd look at her colleagues, she'd rub her thighs.

Kimberly realized the girl to her right must have understood what was going on. She saw how Kimberly was dressed, even if she didn't know about the absence of panties, and she must have noticed the stupid smile on the professor's face as his eyes moved down all the time. Kimberly remembered her whole school calling her a slut. Instead of shame, it gave her an unknown desire to touch herself in front of the whole class.

That was it. Kimberly felt a fire on her clit and up her cunt. She was surely soaking her dress, and she started off the classroom, knocking her notebook to the floor and never looking back. She went right into the bathroom, violently opened and closed the first stall, rubbed her clit with desperation and in a second she was cumming all over the toilet-seat. She came hard, biting her forearm not to scream, wishing she could cry out for the whole building to hear her.

It felt amazing. Every cell on her body was so happy. Kimberly kept enjoying the the warm pleasure echoing through her body. She was breathing hard, her head against her bitten arm, alone in the universe with her bliss, for quite some time.

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Kimberly remember her eagerness, just a few minutes before, to let her whole class see what a slut she was. Perhaps her mother was justified in focusing on taming her, Kimberly seemed to have very few bounds when she was horny, and even those bounds didn't seem too resilient. However, for some reason, she could contain herself when it came to not fucking Steve, the only person who ever accepted her. Why not fuck him but show herself to an old professor?

Eventually, she had to check her dress. She was right, it'd gotten too wet for her to walk out of the bathroom. Steve came to mind, where was her willing friend when she needed him? Damn bathroom norms.

She heard two girls come in and called them from inside the stool. She explained that her period had started unexpectedly and she only had one dress. The girls chatted with some others in the hallway and soon managed to find a tampon, a jacket, and a pair of pants. They apologized for the ensemble--a cheetah-printed jacket with extra padding and loose pants that reached her calves--but they were using what they had available, and Kimberly was sincerely grateful. She was still high from cumming that hard.

Back in class, the professor was wrapping up, and she smiled as everyone noticed her completely different outfit. Kimberly got her things back, signaled to the girl next to her the same excuse of her period and got out, eager to tell Steve all about it.

Would he enjoy taking her dress home? She toyed with the idea of Steve smelling it while jerking off.

Instead of Steve, she met Dennis. Kimberly was so happy and excited she convinced herself he would finally see how much fun he could have if he simply let her be more adventurous. She had half begun the story when he shouted:

-- You slut!

For everyone in the hall to see, and with perfect aim, her knee landed directly on his balls.