A Physique For Physics

A long-time friend was going through a hard time. I learned this when he called one evening and asked if he could sleep in our spare room for a few days. Over the course of a week, he revealed that he was getting a divorce and needed to come up with a plan for what to do next.

One night as we were enjoying a few drinks, I asked him what he really wanted to do with his life. To which he answered, "Move far away and do things I was never able to do."

I had shared a couple of my erotically themed stories with him in the past. He took a swig of his drink and said, "There's nothing about my life that would ever make it to one of your stories."

So, I downed another drink and told him that I was going to write a story about a fictional "New Start" that someone in his situation could have.

To which he toasted me with the words, "Bring it".

I wrote it for him over a 3-month period. His marital woes are described below... What he chose to do about it is the fictional part. As was my practice in those days, each part was sent to him when it was completed. With his permission, those have been collected here for your viewing.

As a new contributor to this site, I'd appreciate any thoughts or constructive recommendations you have about it.

A Physique for Physics

In the Physical world there are certain laws that never change. These are irrefutable and cannot be violated. A wise teacher once told me, "Learn the fundamental laws well. Take them with you through-out life, for the Laws of Physics are the same for all frames of reference." Little did I know just how right he was.

Today, I am the teacher. The last 20 years have been both good and bad. I married my wife of 19 years during my senior year of college. We made a life for ourselves in the Midwest and raised a baby girl into a woman. My wife's interests were my daughter's interests. They were the best of friends and had what I thought was a perfect mother/daughter relationship. My role was to provide an income and do the maintenance around the house.

On occasion, my wife and I would have sex, but enjoying each other's company and making love had moved outside the realm of our relationship, after the arrival of our daughter. I often wanted to just lie together and turn our embraces into slow endearing love. She did not. Having her turn loose and just have sex for the sake of enjoying it, was even further from a possibility. She was always afraid that our daughter would hear or even suspect that we might be doing it and just, never could. For her, sex was done in the dark, with little foreplay and as quietly as possible. Her anxiety inhibited her ability to orgasm and the lack of mutual enjoyment left me feeling impotent.

At least that is what I thought. Until, my now 19 year old, daughter's phone accidentally uploaded a file to our family cloud account. In it she and another girl were shown to be giving a blowjob to a rather well-hung man. The video was shot from the man's POV. He was holding the phone camera in landscape, positioned just above the ass of the second girl. It showed my daughters face with her jaws opened wide and her mouth encompassing a huge veiny cock. The man appeared to be in his early 20's with a pair of muscular shoulders, bulging pectorals and washboard abs. The second woman was obscured beneath her shoulder length auburn hair from this angle. She appeared to be licking his nuts.

I was transfixed as I watched my my wife's little princess transform into a slutty cocksucker. The sounds of her sucking, spitting and gagging proved that this was far from her first attempt to give head. Either through his lack of attention or a bump from the second girl, the phone moved upward. The perspective changed to show just a shot of his chest and above. The effect that she had on the young stud was apparent in the expression on his face. His neck and jaw tightened, his chin lifted, and his eyes clinched tight. It was apparent that he was ready to explode.

As it was there, I heard my daughter say, "It's your turn. Here."

The break allowed him to refocus his attention and repoint the camera toward his crotch. My daughter was repositioning down and sucking his balls into her mouth. The auburn haired woman had raised up and was obviously swallowing his cock. I could not see her face, but her lips were completely sealed around the base of his shaft.

Then, he let go. His orgasm exploded into the woman's throat.... I heard his grunt, my daughters slurping squeal and the auburn woman's gagging attempts to take his load. As he continued to squirt, she raised her head and sucked with each pulse. As he finished, I saw her lips suck the last little bit from his mushroom head.

When it was complete, my daughter repositioned her head as her fellow cocksucker moved down. I saw the yogurt-like slime of his jism begin to fall into my daughter's eager mouth.

The young stud had recovered enough to watch what was going on and reached down to whisk the auburn hair out of the way... so that he could see the deposit drip from my WIFE'S LIPS...

.........

So it was, that in the 20

th

year of our relationship, I took a teaching position along the Gulf Coast of Mississippi and left it all behind.

A week before school started, I arrived in the small town that was to become my new home. I had a couple of suitcases of clothes, my books, computer and a few odds and ends of memories packed in the back of my pickup truck. The small college had arranged for me to live in a summer house that one of the Regents owned. It was sparsely furnished but, was fairly new and located close to a small river. I would have plenty of solitude here to sort out my life.

I showed up at the school the Friday before classes began. It was enrollment, tours for the students and I received my schedule. It was typical for a new teacher: one senior Advanced Physics class, two each of Intro to Physics and General Science. The five classes were spaced out with three in the morning and two after lunch. The Advanced Class was the one that I prepared the most for, over the weekend. Intro classes were so basic that I just planned to follow the outlines in the teaching guides. Little did I know that the biggest challenge I faced would be in one of those.

At the first bell, I looked up to see a class full of young ladies and gentlemen. Excited faces, still clinging to their vacation experiences, met my gaze. We spent the hour just going over the semester syllabus. The rest of the day went similarly. Until the end of the last class, that is. The second freshman Physics class, of the day, was supposed to go just like the first, but didn't. There were 18 students in it; all were freshmen, except one.

A thin, pretty, brunette-haired girl came to my desk, after class, with a question. Mr. Long. "I just moved here. I am a senior. I have to take this class as a make up. If I don't pass it, I won't graduate. Will you tutor me if I need it?"

Her bright green eyes and tanned face were striking under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. She had only a few sun freckles and the softest tan skin tone I had ever seen. Even though I was taking all this in, while trying to concentrate on her question, I still managed to reply, "Sure."

Her face brightened even more as she brought out a slight smile and said, "Thanks, I work evenings and will need a lot of help." She then turned and walked away. I couldn't help looking as her young, woman-like, figure moved toward the door. She wore a pair of lightweight hip hugger jeans that made her butt cheeks shift tightly with each step. Her lean torso widened into a pair of shoulders that completed a respectable hourglass shape. I watched until she turned and disappeared into the crowd in the hall.

That night as I went about setting the lesson plan for the next day's classes, I remembered thinking, I never caught her name. Nor did I think to ask her why she had never taken basic Physics. Oh well, there would be plenty of time for that during the rest of the semester.

The next day's classes went fairly easy. I lectured very little and in each one, asked them to tell me what they knew about various topics in their syllabus. During the Advanced Physics class, I found that about half the students were pretty well prepared for the class and the rest would probably be able to keep up. I assigned a chapter to read and for them to write a paragraph analyzing any one of the italicized sentences in it.

The General Science classes were more varied. There were a few of the students who clearly, were way ahead of the others. Along with, a few coasters who were just taking it for credit. I counted them off in threes and assigned them to bring an example of one of the three forms of matter. One's were to bring solid, two's liquid and three's were to bring gas... In the second class one of the coasters said, "I wish I was a three. I have plenty of gas." The class giggled and I dismissed them a few minutes early.

Intro to Physics was going to tackle Mechanics first. We discussed the overview, from simple motion to energy and mass. I judged that both classes were nearly the same in advancement and that there were a good number of well-prepared students in each. In the afternoon class, the girl from the previous day sat on the front row. I glanced at her several times and saw that she was taking notes furiously. Her spaghetti strap top was slightly low cut and I could see that her tan went deeper than she was exposing. When the Attendance Sheet came back to me, I saw that her name was Penny. I assigned them to read a chapter and come to class with an idea for a group experiment we could do as a class.

After dismissal, Penny came up to my desk. Mr. Long, "I have a question. You mentioned 'Center of Gravity' today. I have heard it before, but don't know what it means."

I started to dismiss her by telling her to look it up in her text. But, her inquisitive green eyes told me that she really did want to learn. Instead, I decided to show her. "Penny, that is your name isn't it?"

She smiled as if she was happy that I knew, and shook her head, "Yes."

"Have you ever picked a coin from the floor?" I asked.

She looked puzzled and said, "Sure, it's easy."

I said, "Then you know all that you need to know about 'Center of Gravity'."

She wrinkled her forehead and gave me a look that asked, "Are you putting me on?"

I said, "Let me explain." I placed a quarter on the floor in front of her and asked her to pick it up. She automatically bent her knees, squatted down and picked it up. I couldn't help notice how her tight white yoga pants pulled up into her crotch as she went down to get it. With the quarter back on the floor, I told her to do it again without bending her knees. She had only slightly more difficulty than before. Her top hung open and I could see that she was wearing a lacy bra over her budding breasts. I felt a slight arousal in my groin as I looked into her forbidden depths.

I then told her, "Your body understands all you need to know about 'Center of Gravity'. It knows how to relocate your center of gravity, automatically, without you thinking about it. I'll show you what I mean."

With her back and the heels of her sandals against a wall, I placed the quarter a few inches in front of her toes and asked her to pick it up. She started to bend her knees and squat. As I had instructed, she kept her behind, shoulders and head against the wall. When she started to fall forward, her heels came off the floor and she pressed her body against the wall behind them. As she slid down the wall, she spread her knees wide. I stared at her crotch and imagined her sweet young pussy pinching the seam of her pants. I nearly had a woody now. She reached down and handed me the quarter. Her hand was soft and warm. She looked at me with a little bit of understanding as I helped her stand up. Her touch hardened me a bit more.

"One more time and I think you will have it", I said. "This time, don't bend your knees. Just bend at the waist."

She shook her head, acknowledging understanding. And I replaced the quarter on the floor. As I bent down to place it in front of her painted toes, I imagined that I could smell her musky female scent.

I stepped back and watched as she began to bend forward. When her body bent forward her chest passed into my field of vision and her top fell forward. I could plainly see her pointed nipples through her lace bra. My cock sprang to full attention. This student was turning me on more than I had been in months... and she didn't even have an idea that she was.

Once her head was just below my chest, Penny's center of gravity shifted in front of her toes and she lost her balance. As she fell forward, I reached to catch her. But, I was too late. Just as I grabbed for her shoulders, one of her hands came up and she grabbed for me. It happened that the thing that met her grasp... was my hard-on.

A Physique for Physics (pt. 2)

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. "I've done it now. What will I do to get myself out of this mess? She is just a child, only slightly older than my own daughter. Have I scared her or marked her for life?" Not one of them prepared me for her reaction.

As I caught her by the shoulders, she looked up in my eyes. Her green irises were searching me for MY reaction. I did my best to act as if I hadn't noticed anything unusual. But, I am sure that she saw the worried look on my face.

I lifted her back onto her feet. She did not remove her hand. Instead, she lightened the grip and just held my rock-hard dick in her small hand. I scrambled to react and came up with, "When you can put part of your weight behind your toes, you offset the weight bending forward. The center of gravity is in the middle between both weights. That puts it directly above your feet. When most of the the weight is in front of your feet, you fall forward. The imbalance of your center of gravity carries you forward."

Penny's eyes lit up and she said, "I think, I understand."

We both looked down at our union. She studied the handful. I did not want her to remove her hand. It had been so long since I had felt a female touch there. Regardless of her age, it turned me on. But I also knew that this scene should never have happened.

I said, "Good. Most of the laws of physics are just as easy to understand." My breathing was labored and my mind was struggling to gain control of the situation.

She opened her hand and rubbed slowly down then up my crotch with the flat of her hand. "Good", she said. "I hope you will continue to tutor me. There is a lot that I don't know."

I released her shoulders and stepped back. Her eyes dropped again to my bulge. I did not know what to say next. She looked back up at me and said, "See you tomorrow, I have to get to work. Thanks for the lesson."

With that, she walked over to her desk. When she bent over to pick up her books from beneath it, she did not bend her legs. I watched as her butt pushed behind her feet and shifted her center of gravity. I couldn't help but notice that there were no panty lines beneath the thin white Lycra fabric. She had a rather nice ass. Not large, but firm and shaped into two half moons that grew taut as she bent. And her little muffy mound made a perfect cameltoe in the thigh gap beneath them.

Once she had retrieved her books, she looked back and scanned me up and down. I had subconsciously dropped my hands to cover my hard on. She gave me that pleased grin from the day before and walked out the door to leave me with my thoughts.

I spent the evening torn between my lesson plans and worries about how to handle the unfortunate scene with Penny. The fact that she was only 20 and I was 43 caused me to do a lot of soul searching. I couldn't just act as if nothing had happened. She must have friends and would surely talk. Hopefully not, until I had a chance to do some damage control... but I had no assurance of that. My head was telling me that I had to let her know that there was no way that we could ever do that again... while the feeling in my groin was telling me that her caress was the most erotic moment I had experienced in many years.

Wednesday morning had a soggy-wet, tropical feel about it. The overnight rains had drenched everything and left a steamy sunrise in their wake. I pulled into the parking lot with a speech prepared. It would let Penny know that it was all a mistake and that she should find another tutor. I had even thought about asking one of the students in the Advanced Physics Class to take over the duties for me. It was time for class.

The classes seemed to drag on forever. I remember that most of the Advanced Physics students had done the bare minimum on their assignments and that I would have to address it with a pop quiz the next day. So, I collected their homework and gave them an internet research assignment. It would only take one hit on the right page to get the pop quiz right, but I didn't warn them it was coming.

The first Intro to Physics class came up with several experiments that had some merit. I had them vote on which one they wanted to do. They selected buoyancy and suspension in water. I discussed it briefly with them. Their text books did not cover it very well and I wanted to spur their imagination. So I dismissed them early and sent them to the library to do research.

The General Science Classes were interesting with a few students bringing in clever examples of the Forms of Matter... a balloon filled with air for Gas, a gold nugget as a solid and thermometer with liquid Mercury were the most notable. I assigned them the responsibility for getting together in their groups and doing a one page report on water in their form. Group ones were to research solid water, twos should find out about it as a liquid and threes were supposed to write about gas.

It was time for the last class. I got there early in the hopes of catching Penny before class and asking her to stay afterward so we could speak. But, she was nearly the last to arrive and came in just before start time. Penny's seat on the front row was reserved for her according to that unspoken rule of ownership, which students have. I started the class as I had the earlier one, by recording their Ideas on the white board. They had a similar list. Penny's contribution was acceleration in a vacuum. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a short denim skirt and tight tank top. She sat taking notes as she had the day before and did not seem as if anything had changed as a result of yesterday's encounter. She sat with her legs together and feet crossed at her ankles.

Penny's idea was not selected. Instead the class chose to do the three types of levers. I spent the rest of the class time going over that information in their text books. At the end of the class, I looked back at Penny. She was wearing red lipstick that made her white tank top glow. After dismissing the class, I looked up to catch her eye. She was still writing and slowly put her pencils and paper away. When most of the other students were gone, she reached under her desk to retrieve her book and spread her legs. I could see that she had on white panties and couldn't break my stare. Those familiar stirrings in my pants started again.

When Penny sat back in her seat, she did not close her legs. Instead, she reached around to get her raincoat from the back of her chair. Her legs spread further and her torso twisted to the side stretching her top tight across her chest. She did not appear to be wearing a bra and her dark brown nipples showed through. I haven't been to a strip club in several years, but the show she put on for me was as good as any that I had ever remembered watching. It was fortunate that my desk had a modesty panel because my hard-on was beginning to strain against my pants again.