Contributed by Richard Williams for the enjoyment of Literotica's readers. This fictional story is copyrighted and may only be used for your personal pleasure. It may not be sold, distributed, or posted on another website without the author's permission.
Case 96-1 Sex on the Brain - Part Three by Prof. Richard W.
(formerly of the University of ____________)
Ginna:
As I continue the story, I'm enjoying imagining the look on your face as you follow these surprising events!
The conversation was conducted by candlelight. The room had an old-fashioned hurricane lantern, and as soon as Toni had gently knocked and I had let her in, she had lit it. She wanted the lights out since her father sometimes took a swing around the halls late at night, and the room had an old-fashioned frosted glass transom over the door. For the same reason, our conversation was almost whispered. From outside, we could hear the fading sounds of party-goers drinking in the streets, and the mournful farewell of a distant ship's horn... sounds that told me I was not in the Midwest anymore.
It was beautiful, the way that our thoughts swirled back and forth, even as our bodies prepared for each other. When the inevitable moment came, when words failed us, that is, we rose and undressed each other without false modesty.
Ginna, this determined woman looked like she was made for her high-cut briefs, rather than the other way around. She wore them proudly, but the satin already was wet when my caresses glided over it, and she drew in her slim tummy eagerly when I slipped my hand inside.
"My clit was throbbing while I talked to you in that office," she whispered. "You won't have any trouble finding it now....." Her voice trailed off into a sigh as I grazed the tip of her femininity with my fingers. Her briefs came off in a flash. I can't honestly say who removed them. Our hands were everywhere on each other, although she did pause long enough to let me grab a condom and roll into it. Once it was ready, that seemed to fire her up even more.
Ginna, I think the most important thing to emphasize is what happened as we approached our first mutual climax. My mind absolutely focused on Jeanne. It was as if I was making love to her. And Toni knew some things about me that I had never told her. She whispered teasing thoughts about Stacey as she waggled her glistening, wet cunt at me-- asked me if I might prefer just to stimulate her without coming inside, as I had done with the up-tight sorority woman. And then she laughed, almost sounding like Jeanne, and stretched out to receive me. Once inside, her rhythmic caresses took us quickly over the edge, tenderly surrounding me in a way that I associated more with the pleasure of older women.
Afterward, as we lay in King Solomon's style, chatting again, Toni told me that it was the most amazing experience in her life. Not, she underlined, that she was trying to flatter me-- and then she got tangled up, blushing, in trying to explain that she thought that I was "...very good, but I didn't mean it that way, and you know what I meant, don't you?" She gave up for a wave of giggles and sweet blushes down to her cooling nipples.
I let Toni know that I understood that something unusual had happened, and that I already knew that it was not something that I had consciously done. She could speak freely with me. I felt her relax in my arms , an advantage of the Solomonic position. Our conversation felt truly intimate now. The other advantage, of course, being that I could let my fingers lazily trace her curves as she spoke.
"It was as if I had a spirit guiding me," she softly reported. "Someone was telling me what I could do, I mean, not that I had to, but it just felt right to go along with the guide. And I knew just what to say and do with you."
"Had you ever used your vagina muscles that lovely way?"
"No! I was surprised, I mean I had read a Cosmo article about it, and tried exercises and so forth, but when I was with my boyfriend, I was always too excited to keep track of stuff like that. WE were always too excited, I should say! He always came before I could really get into experiments." She laughed in a self-kidding way.
"Let me take care of that..." she said, and gently she rolled off my condom. None of my lovers had done that for me before. It had never even occurred to me that I would not have to figure out what to do with it. The gesture felt sweet.
"I'm the maid in the morning, anyway," whispering throatily now, "so don't worry about it." I lay there watching her in the dancing light, thinking about the amazing events that surrounded my contacts with Jeanne.
She returned to me, snuggling now, and asking me to rest my hand on her vagina. It was growing warm again, re-filling with hot excitement. She lay back in my left arm, and let me lead her to another climax through little kisses and the touch of my right hand fingers in sensitive places. My lazy penis, acting sated no more, rose as I guided her to a new ecstasy, and then she knelt and kissed me into another orgasm of my own.
This time, we discovered that we were ourselves. Jeanne's presence affected neither of us, and while Toni had enjoyed our first time, she felt proud of the second.
"No helping hand on this one!" she chirped. We kissed and cuddled, and I assured her that I would not only respect her in the morning, but that I respected her right now. She is a bright kid. I wrote out the address of your private website, told her about the papers posted there, and gave her some hints on what classes might help advance her interest.
She dressed as we finished chatting, and then Toni was gone, as silently as she had come. I lay there for a while, thinking about what Jeanne had said in her hurried phone call, and then I was off to sleep.
It was deep and dreamless, except for one point where I awoke to the sound of some co-educational gurgling in what must have been Ulla's or Bert's room. I was rock hard, but it was not from thinking about them-- indeed, it was more amusing than sexy to picture him earnestly humping her. They were so serious about everything! I faded off into sleep again.
Up late, and rushing into the shower, the hot water spilling down over me: it made me feel like the day before had been the dream. While Toni had tenderly relieved me of the pressure that had built through my thoughts of Jeanne, the wonderful cycle was starting anew. As the steam rose around me, it gradually clouded my mirror-reflected image seen through the glass shower door. The clear glass had shown me as a man still in decent shape, but with creeping signs of middle-age. They faded in the thickening cloud and the sight of my swelling hard-on slowly emerging from its dark triangle was lost in that same fog.
