Page 30 of Lessons in Touch

I guide her to a cleared space among the mannequins and racks of costumes.

“Take off your clothes.”

She seems surprised, but obeys me. I watch as she slips off her dress. She’s not wearing any lingerie at all, and the sight of her glistening pussy is driving me wild. My cock hardens, straining against my trousers. I can barely control myself now.

“I want to read you a poem, Rose. Come here.”

She steps closer, and I direct her to a cushioned bench. It was used in a Romeo and Juliet play years ago, and the dark red lining is still glossy and sleek. It’s the perfect setting for our encounter tonight.

“Lie down, Rose. And open your legs. Show me your perfect pussy.”

“Yes, Professor.”

She does as I instruct. Not only that, but she spreads her pussy for me, and opens it up completely. She’s offering it to me. To my mouth, to my cock.

I begin reading the poem and try to focus on the lines. Even though I can barely wait to fuck her.

In shadows deep, your body calls,

A siren’s curve, where passion falls.

My hands would trace your secret fire,

Your pussy wet, my heart’s desire.

She shivers, and her nipples harden. I kneel in between her legs, and take her clit in my mouth, sucking it hard.

“Mmm… Yes, Professor. Yes…” she moans, and I continue to read her the erotic poem while sucking her wet pussy.

Your pussy lips, a sin I long to taste,

Your clit, a pulse I’ll not outpace.

I’ll fuck you slow, with tender might,

Until our forbidden love burns in the night.

She clasps her hands at the back of my head and pulls me even closer. Silently, she is begging me to pleasure her pussy. I slide my tongue inside her, and can feel the incredible heat, the slick oil, the smooth walls of her pussy pulsing around it.

“You can cum, Rose,” I tell her. My mouth is full, and my tongue is desperate for her.

She obeys my command, of course, and lets go as I keep her legs open and my tongue buried inside her. And she rides out the orgasm, guiding her body through it.

A few moments later, when she opens her eyes, wild and satisfied, I smile up at her with content. I pull out my tongue from inside her pussy and lick it all clean, gently nursing her clit.

“Thank you, Professor,” she smiles as I get up and unzip my pants.

“It’s what you deserve,” I reply, feeling like an immortal among men after the pleasure I was able to create in her.

She holds up her hands, begging for me, and I cave.

“Please, Professor… I’ve been wanting you for so long. It’s time. Please… I need to feel you inside me now.”

I press my cock against her pussy, slick and swollen, and slide it inside. Her warmth envelops me immediately. She gasps and holds tightly to the bench while I thrust slowly. Each pump matches the rhythm of the poem. Her pussy clenches around me, wet and tight, and I groan. The sensation is overwhelming.

“Oh, God… You feel like a dream,” I manage to say. My reason is completely clouded over.

It’s done. I’ve done it. Everything else was a game until now. But we have crossed the line. I fucked her. I am fucking her right now, and there is no going back.