A week had gone by since my encounter with Steve and it was all I could think of. The problem I was having now, was that the image of him laying on my couch, naked, stroking his big cock was fading from my memory. I needed a way to preserve that image for future reference, because our relationship wasn't the kind that I could ask him to show me when ever I wanted. He was my student for Christ's sake! In fact we hadn't spoken since then. I wondered if he was embarrassed after, by what happened. I wondered if he was intentionally avoiding me.
I decided to give him a call and see if it was over or if I had another chance at seing that big cock. I called him up and got his room mate. He wasn't home, so I left a message and hung up. Well, I guess that's probably the end of that, I thought to myself. However, the next day the phone rang and when I picked it up there was no sound on the other end.
"Is this Steve?" I asked
"....uh yeah, hi it's Steve."
He didn't say anything else and I could tell he was nervous and probably about to hang up. I had to say somthing to keep him on the line. I decided to act as if nothing happened. So in a light and cheerful voice I asked him how he was doing and if he was ready for another tutoring session. There was awkward silence on the other end as he was trying to make up his mind. I held my breath and waited.
"I could use some more help in anatomy " he hesitantly said. There was a slight quiver in his voice. I smiled to myself. That was as sign for sure.
"Great, how about tonight?" I asked, trying to act as casual as possible.
He agreed to come over at seven o'clock. I went out to the store and bought a new video tape for my video camera. I definitely wanted to capture the moment if I could.
At about ten minutes to seven the doorbell rang. Hmmm eager he is, I thought to myself. Steve stepped inside, with a serious look on is face and when he walked from the dark entry hall into the well lit living room his cheeks were flushed and I could tell he was nervous. As we sat down on the couch, I decided I better say somthing to get him engaged before he bolted out the door.
"So where would you like to start?" I asked keeping my tone neutral.
He avoided my eyes and replied "Muscle groups of the legs"
I started to describe the muscles when he cut me off, and while still avoiding my eyes he said, "Actually, I was hoping you could show me on your body"
This was a twist, and I guessed that he wanted some pay back for last time. I smirked and casually replied "Alright, if it will help"
I stood up and slid down my track pants, to reveal my curvy lower half in light blue bikini briefs. As I kicked the track pants aside, I watched his eyes glued to my puffy crotch with my black pubic hair showing through below the thin blue cotton material. I went on to describe the large muscles in my thighs and point to them. I then turned around to describe the hamstring muscles and I could feel his eyes burning into my ass. I looked back over my shoulder to see that large familiar bulge forming rapidly in his pants.
When I was finished my description on my hamstring muscles, I sat down and looked into his eyes to try and gauge his reaction. "What next?" I asked.
