BACKSTORY
Saone (Sa-on-y) Martine a brilliant, eighteen-year-old college student has learned about the female anatomy through books and Google, but he is a virgin. He is handsome, six feet tall, one-hundred and eighty pounds, but he is shy and reserved in public settings. For some unknown reason, females twenty-five of years age or older are attractive to him, and driven to take them without their consent.
Chapter One deals with Saone seeking and finding a vulnerable single female, a Professor of History, best described as plain, and with limited sexual experience. Saone traps Professor Vining in her home, ties her to a bed spread-eagled, and proceeds to make love to her which she enjoys. He leaves her in bed sleeping, goes to her landline, calls the police and reports a rape in progress. This chapter ends at the point.
Chapter Two begins with the police waking Professor Vining and asking if she had been violated. They're surprised by her answer,
"I've been sleeping, how could I have been molested?" The police proceeded to search inside and outside the house as well as examining the telephone system but find nothing amiss. They left wondering about the phone call and the professor's answer.
Saone's next victim is Gabrielle Newsome who is the mother of a friend who he tutored in Geography. He stalks Gabby until he has the opportunity to knock her unconscious using fluorine. When she awakens, he proceeds to make love to her gently. Over a period of hours, she succumbs to his machinations and enthusiastically enjoys having sex with him. The chapter concludes with Saone recalling his experience with Gabby and wondering who will be his conquest next time.
CHAPTER THREE
Gabrielle Newsome did not report rape, and I'm home free. I recall how much Gabby enjoyed the way I prepared her for my cock, and how much I liked the way she responded to me. It was a fabulous fuck, one I'll never forget.
Christmas comes and goes. It is a typical Martine celebration. The house brightly decorated, lots of family, more gifts than necessary, and more food and drink than anyone needed. Having family from all over the country is lots of fun with wholesome conversation, entertaining table games, and a few drunk uncles. A four-day Christmas celebration fit the season, but it was also great to say goodbye to all the relatives.
I didn't have anything planned for New Years except for being on the lookout for my next victim. Two incredible successes and I was looking forward to number three. What made me feel so good was that neither Professor Vining nor Gabrielle Newsome reported their non-consensual sexual assault. I thought of the number of orgasms they had and how they seemed to enjoy my lovemaking efforts. Using the word lovemaking may be a misnomer.
Helen Newsome, a student who I'd tutored during the fall semester, called me Friday afternoon inviting me to a New Year's party her parents would be hosting on Sunday 31 December. It would be a mixed crowd of her mother and fathers' friends as well as Helen's, and the appropriate dress was informal business.
I wear a pair of khakis, a light green long sleeve sweater, and brown loafers. Helen surprises me at the door by grabbing me around the neck and kissing me on the lips.
"Happy New Year," she says.
"Isn't kissing at midnight more appropriate," I say.
"Not for my favorite tutor. I spent more time with you last semester than any other male. You're more like a boyfriend than a tutor. I've come to like you a great deal, and you get to kiss me at midnight too."
"Saone, I'm so glad you could come," says Mrs. Newsome.
My body tightens when I hear and see her. The last time she was naked with all but one limb bound to her bed. I don't think she would recognize me, but I'm not sure.
"Both David and I want to thank you for helping Helen earn her only"A" this semester, and I hope you can help with Geography this coming semester too," Gabby says kissing me on the cheek.
It was the first time; she'd touched me in an affectionate matter. I savor her kiss and the memory of my body in hers. "It will be my privilege to be Helen's tutor again."
"Thank you, Helen, take Saone into the other room and introduce him to our other guests," Gabby says scurrying off to see about the remainder of the preparations.
On the way to the large living room where most of the guests had congregated, Helen says, "I'm pleased that mother is more herself tonight, she's been a bitch around the house and especially to my father ever since we returned from our ski trip. It's been a tough week around here."
"I'm sorry to hear that, I hope their relationship returns to normal." But, I'm wondering if her introduction to a higher level of lovemaking has affected her behavior toward her husband.
Helen introduces me to all the guests. Some were classmates who I either knew or recognized. Most of the others were couples older than our fellow students. I'm particularly impressed by the mother of one of Helen's best friends, Margo Westbury. She is petite with short blond hair, a banana shape, a nice set of tits, and an open personality. I plan to keep an eye on her as a possible mark
Helen and I circulate among both groups, but she is almost always at my side with her hands on me.
There is, of course, alcohol, conversation, music, and dancing.
I limit my drinking but enjoy dancing with almost all the ladies both young and old. I only had one dance with Gabby, and it was surreal. She held me close pushing her fabulous breasts into my chest and kissing me on the cheek when the dance ended.
About every other dance was with Helen, and she was hyperactive with her hands all over me. I enjoyed the attention, but there may have been some of her parent's friends who might have thought her to be overly affectionate.
The best dance of the evening is with Margo Westbury. She is an excellent dancer and talks the entire time. She is a mother of three, who works part-time at an accounting office, loves the outdoors, and working out at the gym and doing a little running. She doesn't mention her husband other than by name, but it is apparent from her comments that the relationship is in trouble. When the dance ends, we thank each other. I regretfully watch her disappear into the crowded living room.
As midnight approaches, Helen guides me to some hanging mistletoe. "I expect a passionate kiss from my favorite tutor. You can consider it a tutoring session of if want, except you, won't get paid."
"Yes, I will. Kissing you with passion will be acceptable payment."
The Dick Clark show is counting down from ten when Helen grabs me by the ass and initiates a kiss before the falling ball reaches midnight and the New Year. We stand under the mistletoe and kiss like long lost lovers, and her ability to use her tongue surprises me.
She whispers in my ear, "After everyone leaves, we're going to my room; I want to see what else you're able to teach me."
I look at her with a surprised expression. "Are you sure. Won't your parents be concerned if you and I are left here along?"
"No, my mother was the one who suggested that you and I should remain here together after midnight."
"Your mother told you that?"
"Yes, don't be so surprised. My mom understands the hormones of teenagers. She's not the typical overly-protective mom. She wants me to have a variety of experiences while I'm young and not be tied down by a husband or a live-in-boyfriend. Isn't she just the greatest?"
"Certainly, she's not your typical stay-at-home mom, and she's a beautiful, sexy woman."
"She'll be pleased to hear you told me that. Let's have another drink or two and maybe a dance as some of the guests begin to leave."
We went to the bar to have some spiked punch. It was called Pink Jehovah's Curse made with 190 proof grain alcohol, pineapple-grapefruit juice, some Seven Up, and Merrichano cherries. It has a great taste and a subtle kick. After several dances, Helen and I say goodbye to her friends who were leaving. At the same time, Helen's parents and friends are getting ready to go to a larger party held in a downtown hotel.
Gabby stops before she leaves. She kisses Helen and me on the cheek, "Have a good time celebrating the New Year," she says with a wink.
It was about 1:00 a.m. when we are left in the house alone.
Helen takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her bedroom when we'd spent lots of time studying Geography, but this time we are going there for an anatomy lesson.
She's dressed in a long black skirt and a red sweater with long sleeves and a high neckline. It was not a provocative outfit, but I had a good idea of what was hidden by her clothes. She slips her arms around my neck. "Shall we continue with a kiss?"
"Kissing my tutoree, is a privilege I never expected." I lower my lips to kiss her passionately.
She responds and opens her mouth to my probing tongue.
I explore her mouth with the enthusiasm of a spelunker.
