A hazy blanket dissolved gradually across the dark blue lake while the rays of the early morning sun skimmed across the shimmering water, a gentle breeze played lightly like a butterfly. The long tentacles of the willow trees swayed in tempo, conducting nature into a springtime melody.
I glanced at my watch, almost time for Karen to arrive. She only lived a few minutes away and enjoyed the walk along the lake. Most weekends, she just stayed over, sleeping in the guest room. The tranquillity of my surroundings was a great benefit for her studies. She had become one of our top students, majoring in Marine Biology herself.
Only one more day remained before the start of spring break. What a glorious thought! It is not that I do not enjoy my teaching job. I loved it. I thrived on it. Teaching Marine Biology at the Balmorals University for the past four years has been a challenging and fulfilling experience. Now it is time for a well-deserved break from the students.
The doorbell rang. I grabbed my brown worn satchel and headed for the door. Karen greeted me with a cheerful hug as I opened the door.
"Good morning Ben," a smile beamed across her fresh and excited face, "what a beautiful morning?"
I smelled the flowery fragrance of body soap drifting from her shoulder length brown hair as she pressed her desirable body against mine, causing my pulse to race abnormally. She stepped away; her eyes scanned mine teasingly.
"
Mr. Christopher
to you madam," I said, pulling her hair playfully, "and why are you so happy?"
"Oh come on '
Mr. Christopher'
, one more day and we are off to Grandma's place. I am glad you kept your promise to go down with me this time. Have you packed your bag yet?"
"Don't worry, I am almost ready. I spoke to your mother last night; she told me Grandma would leave the key with her neighbour. I hope you realized we would be travelling by bus for almost eight hours. My jalopy will never make it in her condition."
"I don't care if it will take a week. I have not thought about anything except lying in the sun on the whitest beach in the world. Oh, and of course, being in the company of the most handsome teacher in the county. Hopefully, I can get you to chill out, it looks like you have a stick stuck up your-"
"That's enough," I looked at her sternly, "we aren't there yet."
"Yes Ben…I mean,
Sir
," she sighed, rolling her eyes.
I remembered the day clearly when I arrived to take-up the teaching post. Karen was 18 at the time, just starting college. Those days, she was still quite shy and conservative; at least, that was what she portrayed herself. Whether she faked it or not, I was not too sure. She took it upon herself to 'take care' of me, as you would for a younger brother. The difference, however, I was a lot older than she was. I obliged, allowing her to indulge herself in her newly found project, giving her the freedom to explore her own identity.
I would watch her with great amusement, the way she stood with her hands on her hips, scolding me for my unkempt home or my atrocious eating habits.
"You should stop filling your body with all these poisons, you need vegetables," she said with mocked anger.
As usual, I replied, "Yes, Karen, you are right. Maybe you can help me do some shopping?"
"Cool, can we go now?" her face lit up.
Each day, she involved herself with my life, my environment, therefore, my diet changed dramatically, the house became more organised. She even threw a hand in doing the laundry, with confidence and pride she even took care of my underwear.
"Your skin looks so dry. What moisturiser do you use?" she commented one day.
"What is moisturiser?" I teased.
"Oh you men!" she chastised. "Who would take care of you if I don't?"
She pulled a large bottle of lotion from her bag. I immediately saw the evidence of a pre-arranged plan she concocted when I noticed that it was still unopened.
"Here, let me put some on," she said, squirting the lotion into her hand.
I sighed reluctantly, "Okay, but be gentle."
Her hands shook as she brought them towards me. I closed my eyes while she gently went to work on my face and then my neck.
"I can do your back as well," she said with a tinge of nervous excitement.
"Sure, where do you want me?"
My unexpected submission caught her off guard. It took her a while to decide, her hands fidgeted nervously.
"The floor- you can lie on the floor," she said quickly.
"Naked or not," I teased her.
She blushed brightly. "It is a bit cool, at least wear a towel around yourself," her voice was marked with bravado, her tongue darted subconsciously across her dry lips.
"Fine, whatever you demand, I will go and prepare myself." I took off to the bedroom and quickly undressed. My mind was plagued with whether I have taken this a little too far.
Too late now
, I thought. If I suddenly stopped now, it might just cause her to withdraw into her cocoon. I decided to play it out, with care of course, keeping on a pair of white bikini-type underwear.
I wrapped a medium sized towel around my torso. It just managed to cover my butt, leaving a fair amount of my thighs exposed. I grabbed a larger towel and headed back to the lounge.
Karen paced up and down while she clung to the plastic bottle. Her thoughts were raging excitedly.
What am I doing? What is happening to me, my body? Why is it suddenly so wet between my thighs? He is my cousin for goodness sake!
I ignored her startled face deliberately when I entered the room and spread the towel across the carpet. "There, this should do," I said and slummed down on my front.
Karen kneeled hesitantly next to my body, adjusting the short body-wrap skirt, which parted stubbornly in the centre of her naked thighs. It took her ages to decide precisely where she should start. At last, she placed her soft slender hands over my shoulders.
"Just let me know if I am doing it right," her voice wavered slightly.
"Oh, that is perfect," I purred. The more she spread the cream across my shoulders, the more confident she became.
"Should I do it a little harder?" she croaked.
"Yes, that would be nice, especially the lower muscles," I prompted.
"Okay, but I need to sit on top of you. Just let me know if you get uncomfortable," she said as she carefully straddled my thighs.
I felt a sudden stirring in my groin when the inner surface of her cool thighs brushed against my own. The friction of her skin against mine heated rapidly each time she rocked back and forth. She stopped when she reached the edge of the towel in my lower back.
"I need to move the towel just a little lower," her tongue fought against the dryness inside her mouth.
"Okay," I said dreamily and lifted my torso from the floor.
There was a slight hesitation, but she wrapped her arms around my pelvis to untie the knot in the front. The feeling of her forearms and warm breath against my skin almost made me gasp. My manhood twitch slightly, inching closer towards her labouring hands.
Finally, she succeeded and slid the towel halfway over my buttocks. Applying a fresh sample of cream, she started to massage my lower back towards the elastic band of my underwear. She tugged on the sides and exposed both my cheeks. Her fingers ran surreptitiously along the crack while she massaged one cheek at a time. She shifted the towel further downwards. The sensation of her innocent fingers in such a private place heightened the alertness in my expanding erection.
"I'll do your legs now," the huskiness in her voice covered me like a warm cotton cloud, filling me with excitement. She shifted downwards and started at my feet, moving quite speedily towards my lightly spread thighs.
Initially, her knuckles worked fast and hard against my skin, but the pressure changed, the speed changed as her hands drifted higher underneath the towel. She watched excitedly as my buttocks clenched each time she advanced to my heated core. Her one hand rested lightly against the inside of my thigh as she pushed the other firmly underneath my underwear, across one cheek.
Karen felt her face twitch. Never before, had she been so close to another human's body. Neither had she touched one so intimately either. Sure, she thought about it, sometimes, but erased it from her mind quickly, too scared to delve into the unknown. Nevertheless, the affinity with this man she secretly nurtured gave her that confidence to embrace her fears, to overcome the physical and spiritual confrontation she struggled with ever since she stepped into womanhood. She felt like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, exploring a new world of delightful excitement.
She glanced between her own thighs, her skirt sat high, exposing her moistened crotch covered by a pair of pink, cotton panties.
Look how wet I am! I feel like such a slut! I AM a slut! I want to touch myself, right here on top of him!
Beads of sweat formed across her forehead, along the creases of her tiny nose. She massaged more firmly with her other hand. Keeping her gaze on the visible bulge between my thighs, she placed her hand over her crotch, massaging in synchronized rhythm with the other. Her body shivered as she placed her finger over the soaking patch, sliding torturously between her engorged lips.
I have to stop, but I am so close! How much I long to feel him touching me, to take me quick and hard! Control yourself, you slut,
she thought.
"Ben- I am finished, can I- should I do your front?"
"Well, I don't know. Do you want too?" My mind worked feverishly, trying to resolve the problem with my straining erection.
"Oh yes, no use doing things halfway. I will be quick, unless…," her voice wavered.
"You mean,
unless
I didn't enjoy it?" I prompted.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Karen, I enjoyed it, maybe a little too much. I do not know how to explain it. It is sort of embarrassing, if you know what I mean." I stammered.
"Oh. Maybe you can explain?" her voice filled with excitement.
"I don't want to embarrass you either," avoiding her question
"Oh come on, I am not a child. I have seen everything before. Now, keep quiet and turn around." She smacked my cheeks and lifted her torso.
"Okay, I warned you," I said. I fumbled desperately, trying to keep my swollen head from peaking out underneath the waistband.
Even though I managed, the outline was still clearly visible. The towel somehow became lost in the process.
