The rest of the day was a slog. Eric couldn't stop thinking about Mona, specifically her wonderful, amazing, tantalizing, delicious, hirsute pussy. He loved going down on her, and he couldn't wait to fuck her. He realized that he loved her giant bush and wished that more girls his age didn't shave. It was damn sexy and made her seem like more a woman than a girl. He didn't jerk off that night, but it was a near thing.
He was nervous all day Friday. This wasn't a one-night stand, but he wasn't sure what it was. The tutoring thing was cute, but he could swear she meant it. The look in her eyes when she was judging his performance was equal parts scary and sexy. Eric spent the day daydreaming instead of studying.
That evening, Mona picked Eric up in her car. He was on his best behavior at the sushi place. He opened the door, pulled out her chair, and kept the conversation flowing. They didn't talk about sex, or his brown-nosing, but kept the conversation PG. The only thing was that Mona would occasionally run her foot up his leg, ensuring he stayed hard the whole time. She never broke conversation or reacted to what was going on underneath the table, so neither did he. At the end of the meal, Eric of course paid for it, perfect gentlemen that he was.
On their way back from the restaurant, Mona pulled into a deserted parking lot. Eric hadn't made out in a car in years, but at this point he was up for anything.
"You can spend the night, but I want to talk first. When we get back to my place, I'm going to have some... expectations." Mona hesitated and fidgeted in her seat, just a bit.
"Okay... what kind of expectations?"
"You've been a good boy so far, but you need to understand who's in charge. Who wears the pants."
Eric blushed hard again, but felt his cock stirring. They had been playing at this since the beginning, but saying it aloud made it so much more real. "I think I do," he squeaked out.
"Good. Take them off." Mona stopped fidgeting and looked into his eyes. Her confidence was overwhelming and magnetic.
Without thinking, Eric unzipped his pants and slid them off. At her disapproving look, he also slid off his boxers, letting his rock hard cock slip free. It stood at attention as Mona evaluated him.
"Listen, you should also know I'm not sure I want a boyfriend right now. You really are cute, and I'd love to punch your v-card, but I have high standards. I'm not going to waste my time with just anyone."
Eric felt his blood run cold. She wasn't fucking around about teaching him? He thought it was some kind of femdom roleplay the former TA was into. "Okay..." he tentatively responded.
"Think of tonight like a trial run. I expect you to do everything I say. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Jerk off."
"What?"
"Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me."
Eric hesitated only a moment before stroking himself. He was captivated, and the part of his brain that knew shame shut off. She watched him coolly as he stroked himself, fondling his balls.
"I'm glad you know who's in charge, but I want you to know what's in store for you. This is your last chance to back out, except your safe-word of course." After explaining what a safe word was to the poor boy, Mona leaned over and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. She detailed some of her expectations, making it clear there would be some surprises. Eric never had particularly wild dreams, and this was well beyond the wildest. Still, he wanted it. He felt that tingle in his brain again. What she wanted, he wanted. His breath quickened and he could feel his long-denied orgasm approaching.
"Stop."
Eric stopped. Immediately. She kissed him possessively exploring his mouth with her tongue.
"Again," she breathed into his mouth. Eric stroked his cock while they made out. Mona was practically crawling on top of him, pinning him to the seat as they made out. She reached down and started kneading his chest and lightly punching his nipples, teasing him about the things they'd do. Eric felt his orgasm building again.
"Stop" Eric let out a groan as he stopped. Even without stimulation he was on edge and worried he was going to cum anyway. He took deep breaths and managed to get the feeling down, though, and they went back to making out.
"Again," Mona said, sitting back in her seat. This time, she watched Eric pleasure himself. She slid her hand into the waistband of her skirt, and Eric could see the outline of her hand as she played with herself. He squirmed under her gaze, but was so turned on that he was on edge again in no time. He looked to her for guidance, and she smiled.
