3 comments/ 50236 views/ 4 favorites After School Lessons By: papadog Copyright 1998 Del Edwards Demure and almost dainty she danced before my eyes, Laughing and sparkling, an unannounced surprise. And yet she knew she was the prize, To be used by the one who won her. I could see it all in her eyes. She promised an endless supply of delight In spite of her fright To the man who would treat her right. ********************************************** Teresa's flirting was physical or with her facial expressions. She didn't depend on double meanings or subtle suggestions in her words. They had been acquainted for a couple of years. She was the social worker at the school where he volunteered once a week. The school administration wanted a staff person present for the after school program, so Teresa functioned as an official overseer while he taught the kids photography. She was most of a generation younger than him and obviously took care of herself. She was trim and firm. He could see that from time to time when she wore slacks and a knit top. Often she wore clothing that concealed her fine body. It was the style of the times he supposed but he found himself objecting silently when she showed up in those baggy blouses and long skirts. He hated the gauzy look that was so in fashion with the women. And it was a little easier for him to construct fine fantasies about her when he had the right visual information. A large part of her facial expression came from her lips and the way she held her mouth. Her eyes seemed to be the punctuation marks that followed her silent statements with her expressive mouth. And there was that sheepish, 'Oh you caught me daydreaming about you' smile. It was kind of impish and that's when her eyes sparkled most. Her physical flirting became bolder and more frequent as the year went along. It was easy for her because most of the time they were in darkroom conditions where long touches went unnoticed by students concentrating on making photographic prints. Her hand resting on top of his at the examining station where the kids brought their prints to evaluate them under a dim white light baffled from the rest of the darkroom. More than once he found the back of his hand in contact with her hip as they stood side by side at the examining station. She never moved away when he moved his hand slightly to let her know that his hand was there. Sometimes she even moved closer. Another time she moved in close to him in the dark and pressed her thigh against his knee with enough pressure and for so long that there was no doubt about the purposefulness of her behavior. His blood would run hot and he had a difficult time not answering her touches with an even more erotic touch. Sometimes she would crouch at the examining station and he would bend over her so their bodies were almost touching and he could smell her scent. Ostensively they were looking at a print one of students had made but there were invisible lines of magnetism drawing them together. Once when he walked into her office unannounced and sat on the couch across from where she was working at her computer terminal he experienced a sudden and overwhelming excitement and desire for her. It was late summer just after school started, and he was on campus to do an inventory of supplies because the photo club program was about to start. She was wearing a blue denim prairie dress. He could see her black bra peeking from the armhole of the dress as she rocked back in her chair, extended her legs fully, pointed her toes and stretched her arms over her head. The dress draped across her body and gave full revelation of the fine figure under it. The wave crashed down on him without warning his throat swelled, his chest tightened and he was struggling with every syllable of his speech. Another time he had a flash fantasy about sliding his hand up under her skirt and caressing the inside of her thigh as he sat in the dark taking a break. She was standing facing him within easy reach. It was just one of those sudden things that flashes through the mind. He let it continue and was now stroking her sex through her panties. They were conversing but in those little slices of time, probably microseconds, between listening to her, forming responses and speaking to her, he was fondling her crotch and distracting her from the conversation they were having at another level of consciousness... his imagination could hear the raggedness in her speech as she became more excited. He let his mind carry this fine little fantasy a step further. She moved slowly past him to the darkest part of the chemistry classroom they had converted into a photo lab. The dim yellow safelights didn't reach into the part of the room where she was standing facing away from him. Her bending at the waist until she was doing something with her hands around her feet followed the quick gathering motion of her hands. But the light was so dim he couldn't make out any of the details. She repositioned herself just where she had been after finding her purse on the table and fussing with it for a few moments. He could sense her excitement as she moved a half step closer to him, her right leg now touching his right thigh. He continued the fantasy as his right hand again went exploring under her skirt. He gently stroked the inside of her thigh, moving ever closer to the junction of her legs where her sex was waiting. This time there was no cloth covering. He slowly worked his first two fingers up into her warm wetness and touched the neck of her womb. She let out a moan and her hips bucked. The fantasy ended abruptly when one of the students called his name, needing help with some photographic problem. Since processing film had to be done in total darkness and wasn't nearly as exciting as making prints, each week he would collect exposed film from the kids and process it in his home lab. The following week they could begin making contact sheets and prints as soon as the lab went dark. Sometimes he gave a short talk about technique lighting, equipment handling, composition, etc. before the room went dark. Teresa had talked about getting her camera fixed and maybe participating in the darkroom work herself since there were a couple of enlargers that were not in use. He encouraged her and even handed her a roll of film and commented, "Bring me back some good ones." Just after Thanksgiving she handed him a roll of exposed film when the kids were turning their film in for processing. There was a psychic flash during the moment she placed the film in his hand she was looking at the film cassette and then her eyes locked onto his and there was a flicker of a smile on her lips before she looked away. Teresa's film was one of four rolls he processed at one time. She had a single lens reflex that she pretty much left in the automatic mode. The kids were using low end point and shoots. It wasn't difficult to pick out Teresa's film from three feet away as he hung the film to dry. The exposures were correct and consistent compared to the kid's film. They were still learning the limitations of their cameras. Later when he was cutting the dry film and putting it in sleeves he took a closer look at her film. Some shots around the house of presumably her husband and children, some action shots at a soccer game, several groups she was in some of them so he figured she used a tripod and delay timer on her camera and grab shots at a picnic in a park, then a series of six waist up shots of Teresa. She had listened well when he told the kids how window light could be a wonderful large light source and yet a directional one if they worked near the wall the window was in so the subject would be side lit. In the first frame of the series she was in profile, facing the window. The next frame showed her turned toward the camera. There was a slight smile on her face and her left hand was touching the top button of her dark blouse. In the next frame she had turned half way back to the window and both hands were on the bottom button of her blouse. It gaped open revealing a dark bra. Her head was turned to the camera, her gaze engaging the viewer. Frame four had considerable subject blur due to movement but it was obvious she was removing her blouse. In frame five she had already unhooked her bra and had her thumbs under the shoulder straps. It still covered her small, firm breasts. In the last shot of the series her head was cocked flirtatiously and she was smiling. Her hands covered her bare breasts. The last five frames on the roll were made at a low angle looking toward a large multi-pane window. Teresa filled the bottom half of each horizontal frame. She was completely nude, reclining on the carpet just below the big window. Her automatic camera had exposed for the bright light coming through the window so she was woefully underexposed except where the back light skimmed across the upper outline of her body. Intentional artsy or an error of technique, he wondered. The next Tuesday he handed the sleeved negatives directly to her even though his usual practice was to drop them on the table and let each person find their own negatives. There was a bemused smile on Teresa's lips as she took the negatives from him. "Did you make a contact sheet first like you tell the kids to do?" she asked. He resisted the urge to tell her he wanted to contact her on the sheets and just said, "Yes." "Make any prints?" she asked with her eyebrows raised. "Of course. That nice little series of you standing at the window is now a screen saver on my computer. You pop up and start doing your thing when the computer is idle for more than seven minutes. And I put one of the ones of you reclining at the end of the series as sort of a punctuation mark," he told her. "I'd like to buy the prints as a gift for my husband," she said without a trace of emotion on her face. Then she broke out laughing. "Just kidding. They're for a fascinating man that I want to intrigue, "she said, still smiling. "You keep 'em." Now he was smiling. "Oh my, you have succeeded," he said. "Stand byyyyy," she purred. She hung around when the session was over to help him clean up. The kids always made a dash for the late bus because they didn't want to walk home. That day she was wearing a gold turtleneck under the long-skirted blue denim prairie dress with silver buttons from the collar to the hem. Black cotton stockings and black loafers completed the outfit. When he turned away from the sink he found her standing a few feet away opening the buttons of her dress from the waist to the hem. He was fascinated. He could feel the excitement jump into his chest and throat. His breath was fast and shallow. Then she moved forward until she was very close and put her arms around his neck. "I'm keeping you after school. You are going to be punished for those lusty thoughts you have been having about me," she announced. "You're sure they were lusty thoughts?" he responded. "Yesss," she hissed. "And what evidence do you have to support your judgment that they were 'lusty' thoughts," he quizzed. "Your breathing and your body language," she retorted. "What about them," he challenged. "When I move close to you I see your body tense and your breathing becomes fast and shallow." she announced confidently. "Then why to you move so close to me," he asked. "So your body will tense and your breath will be fast and shallow," she replied with a toss of her head. "That way I can find you guilty and punish you," she laughed. "Come here. I'm going to punish you." She sat in a chair and beckoned to him. He moved closer. She reached out and slid her fingers down inside the waistband of his trousers behind the belt buckle. Then she spread her legs and pulled him into the vee formed by her spread legs. Her creamy white thighs showed above the tops of the heavy cotton stockings. The white satin garter straps were slack and made an informal frame around her close-cropped pubis. His trousers and shorts were around his ankles in a matter of seconds. She pulled and squeezed his penis until it began to grow. Then she held it like a cigar between her first and second fingers, leaned forward and took his semi erect member in her mouth. "This is punishment?" he asked. She answered by circling the base of his scrotum with her thumb and index finger so his balls were in the palm of her hand. He was fully hard now and moving toward orgasm. She withdrew her mouth and squinted at his hard penis. "He's awake, the eye is open, he hunts, he wants," she said. She tugged on his testicles and waited for the eye to close. When it did she resumed sucking him with long slow strokes until he was very near orgasm. Again she removed her mouth and pulled down on his testicles until the searching, wanting eye of his penis closed and his erection began to fade. Then she eased the pressure on his scrotum and took him in her mouth again. Her tongue flicked across the under side of the head. Each time she almost withdrew her mouth from his aching penis. Then she would plunge her head toward his groin again and literally swallow him. She knew he was close to coming. Her lips and tongue gauged the size and hardness of the head. He was aching to burst open in her mouth when she pulled on his testicles, spit out his erection and announced, "This is your punishment... to want and not have. You want me so you take me into your fantasy and have your way with me. The reality is quite different... I have you by the balls and you're not going to come, certainly not in my mouth. If you lust for me again when we are together I will know and you will be punished again. Understand?" She punctuated her question with a yank on his nuts. "Oh, god yes," he groaned. They met again of course. The very next week on Tuesday like always she was her usual upbeat, playful self. She had done it a couple of times in the past and he had wondered why she had specifically told him she was going to the ladies room during the middle of the sessions. Why didn't she just say she would be back in a few minutes? The information gave him a mental image of her raising her skirt and pulling her panties down. Was that what she wanted to go through my mind? Was she that smart? Teresa hung around again that afternoon until all the kids made a dash for the late bus. They were alone in the room but there was the danger that the janitorial service would burst in on them at any second. Flirting with the danger of being discovered added to the excitement for both of them. He folded two towels into thick pads and placed them on the floor about a foot apart just below the edge of the bare desk. Then he moved two chairs to the edge of the desk just outside the folded towels. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Come here and I'll show you," he replied. "Stand with your feet together inside the towels," he instructed. "Now what?" she asked. He put his left hand on her shoulder and then slowly moved it toward her head until his fingers were on the back of her neck. "Your body is tense and your breathing is fast and shallow," he told her. "You must be having lusty thoughts about me." She relaxed a little and smiled at how he had turned the tables on her. "Of course you'll have to be punished for that," he said as he placed his right hand on her left breast and kissed her. Her left arm was around his neck pulling him to her. She pressed her belly and her hips into his groin and thighs. After the long kiss he dropped to his knees on the towels and slid both hands up the outside of her legs under her skirt searching for the waistband of her panties. She smiled when he found her bare hips and buttocks with his hands. She knew how to get in the right position... sitting on the edge of the desk with one foot on each chair, legs spread wide. "Lie back and let me kiss you again," he suggested. She held the hem of her skirt in both hands as she lay back onto the desk. Her thighs and hips came into view as she did so. First he used just his tongue to take long slow licks of each vulva... the left, the right, the left again until her hips stirred. Then he worked his tongue up into her as far as he could reach. She moaned. He continued to tongue her lips with brief visits to her clit, flicking it lightly several times and then returning to suck and lick her vaginal lips. "Don't tease meeee. Take me with your tongue," she begged in a hoarse whisper. He began a slow rhythmic massage of her clit with his tongue. It began to swell and she was groaning with pleasure. "Maybe I'll leave you right here the way you did me," he told her. "No, no, please, I'll be good," she promised. He returned to her pleasure bud with his tongue and began a side to side motion just below the tip. Two minutes later she was growling like a wild animal. That sound changed and she hissed like a cat as she orgasmed. He opened his fly, pushed his shorts out of the way, spit in his hand and began to stroke his half-erect penis. He wanted to be up in her. When she sat up he could see foamy saliva at the corners of her mouth. She slid off the desk and landed in a chair. "Let me suck you off. Let me make it right," she implored. Without waiting for a reply she bent forward slightly, pulled him into that open V between her spread legs and took his penis in her mouth. Her head bobbed steadily and she began making a humming sound in her throat. He could feel the vibration from her vocal chords course through his hard dick. It added to the excitement. Each time her lips slid toward the base of his dick, she was saying "Cummmmm," dragging out the M sound like she was chanting a mantra. She moved him steadily upward until he was in ecstasy, spasaming semen down her throat. Her head continued to move and she sucked him until the exquisite pleasure turned to extreme irritation and he pulled away from her. Her gaze moved from his still erect cock to his eyes and the smile that came across her face was like watching the huge moon rise from the faraway horizon. They traded pleasures on a weekly basis after that. More than a couple of times he approached the idea of wanting to have intercourse with her. He had a very vivid picture in his mind of him sitting in a chair and her straddling his hips. He could almost feel her warmth surrounding his hungry, hard dick and hear her gasping softly at the intensity of her own pleasure. About the third time he suggested that he wanted to fuck her that way, she became angry. "You want me to suck you hard and then I spear myself with your dick and hump you until you come, is that it?" she railed. "Well, that's no fun for me. I have never gotten off during intercourse. It just doesn't have the intensity I need to come. And that's the only way my husband knows how to make love... with his dick up in me. He gets off but I don't. I have to wait until nobody is home to use my vibrator or give myself a quickie in the bathroom with my fingers." He was dumbstruck. He had never seen her so intense. She was fuming and her breath was coming in ragged bursts. "Can't you just leave it the way it is?" she begged. "I've never had a man go down on me and make me come until you," she blurted. There were tears on her cheeks and her voice was choked with more tears. "Why else do you think I would risk my marriage and my career? I could sense that you were a good lover. That tongue of yours is magnificent. The price I pay is sucking your dick. I don't suck my husband off. But I do you, right here at school and it's not even dark yet." "I'm willing to continue pleasuring you with my mouth. I just had this really strong fantasy about us being joined and experiencing the pleasure together... letting the love flow back and forth between us until we become one," I told her. "Love? Love," she asked. "Is that what you said? Love? You love me?" After-School Lessons Is high school supposed to be this boring? I'm in my last year of it, just floating through courses until I can try my hands at college. I'm not some extremely popular girl, I'm just... me. Janice, eighteen years old, about 5'7", 160 pounds, enough red hair to make the sunset jealous... people call me "busty", but a C-cup isn't extraordinary compared to what other girls here have. I don't have one of those prep bodies, and I sure as hell don't have one of their heads. The last class I didn't get an 'A' in was when I followed my best friend into a website making class. What's it matter if it's a web site or web page? I'll stick with cooking. That's going to be my major; I'm especially hoping to perfect my skills with pastries. Remember the parties where everyone brought something? I earned the nickname "Cupcake" by my friends because I'd bring those to every single one I was in, a few I wasn't in, and sometimes for no reason. That's how much I enjoy cooking. Why does that class have to be boring, too? Four years of Culinary Arts and I'd only touched the oven a few times. I could barely even talk to my friends in there because of their lack of comprehension on setting a table to be elegant... "Janice, wake up!" What? Oh, yeah. I was supposed to be learning the sacred art of folding a napkin to make like a fan in a wine glass. "Sorry, ma'am, but I already got it, and I'm sleepy." My teacher stood up and shook her head, sighing in exasperation. Ms. Rowe (the students tend to call her by her first name anyway, Tia) was a good teacher, and probably the most interactive with the students. But she didn't ever work on my desire to cook. "I know you have; I see your glass, and probably the best fan fold I'll see in this class. But please, stay after class. I really need to talk to you." Jeff smirked and whispered out, "Busted." He chuckled as I blindly pushed my hand into his face to shut him up. I knew there wouldn't be trouble, Tia never liked punishments. I turned to Jeff and said as he made his own fan, "I wonder what she wants to talk about." He smiled and slid the napkin gently into the glass. "Duh, maybe your sleeping disorder?" That gave me a good chuckle. He was sarcastic, but never really meant harm by it, so I always found the humor in what he said. But the class wound up trying about four different napkin folds before we were allowed to leave... Well, the rest were. I sighed and waited until everybody left to get up and move to Tia's desk. She looked up at my face and frowned a bit. "Please don't look bored, Janice... This isn't a disciplinary talk. This is an offer, and not one of those 'pay attention or I'll punish you' deals." Okay, this was unexpected. I tilted my head curiously. "Okay... What's the offer?" Tia folded her hands and brought them up to her chin. "You love baking. I see that, I know that. I also know you're probably the most gifted here in these arts... I would give more days to just sit and cook, but I neither have the budget nor the time. I'm sorry that you have to sit and fold cloth napkins, but..." I blinked a few times before she let out a breath. "But...? What could be so hard to say?" "It's hard to say this without sounding like I'm breaking a rule, but I'd like to offer you a chance to come to my home and practice baking with me during your free time. I know you want to head to college for it, and you're not getting much from this class, so I want to give you experience at my home." She started blushing incredibly... Was she hiding something? "It... sounds okay enough, but why are you blushing?" I knew Tia wouldn't go and do something rule-breaking, but was something the matter? "My house can just be very hectic is all... When will you be able to come?" I crossed my arms and considered... I was scheduled to work every week day, usually, didn't work weekends... As long as the lessons didn't last for a whole day at a time, any weekend day would work. "Saturdays and Sundays are okay, I guess." Today was Monday, which meant a lot of time to wait. Tia smiled and stood up. "Okay. I promise not to let you down... To be honest, I prefer cooking to setting the table, too. I'm glad I finally get to teach a student." I smiled and shook her hand. "Alright, thanks! I'll see you Saturday." I shook off the doubt of the visit and stepped out. Jeff was leaning casually against the wall... He'd missed his bus for me? We started walking and, once out of earshot, he smiled. "Private lessons... just promise me you'll play it safe." I waved my hand at the air as if trying to brush away a fly. "No worries. I've been Tia's student for four years. And she knows I'm more than willing to bust someone for starting trouble or breaking the law... How are you getting home?" Jeff smiled and scratched the back of his head. "No clue. I wanted to make sure you weren't getting into anything bad, so... I missed my ride." He was blushing already, and only did so more as I wrapped an arm sideways around him and yanked him tight into me. "You're too sweet, kid. I'll give you a ride home, you know that... if you trust me to keep you safe." The trip turned out well, and the week leading up to the visit was full of anticipation. Did she mean well, or did she want something from me that she couldn't come out and say? What was hectic about her home...? Was her kind, almost innocent act just really an act? One thing was for certain. In the week's days, Tia seemed to get more and more exhausted. She'd slept well, you couldn't see any sighs of sleep deprivation, but it was like she was rushed to get a million things done in a short time. Call me a blonde, but I just assumed she was rushing to get everything ready. Friday afternoon I decided to confront her on her fatigue. "Tia, why are you so tired? What's wrong?" She shook her head and smiled. I'd seen her long enough to know it was genuine. "I just have to get the house clean, and ready, get everything organized and make sure all the ingredients are around, all while keeping my husband happy." "Is he... normally cranky or something?" "No, he's actually quite caring. It just took a while to convince him to give up a bit of 'together time' in the week to help teach you." She didn't fidget, she didn't sweat... Hell, she didn't blink rapidly, that's her tiniest giveaway. She was being honest. I smiled in relief. "Okay. See you tomorrow, at about ten?" She nodded and smiled. "I can't wait; it's been forever since I've baked with someone else." She seemed like a little kid again, and she was already young to begin with... probably about thirty. It made me smile, too, to see the enthusiasm. "See you!" "Bye!" I gave a tiny little wave and walked out. I couldn't help but feel just as happy. I was finally going to be able to bake, with a teacher, and have fun doing it. Oh, god, I was so excited! Saturday morning, I woke up well over an hour before I had to go. My clothes were already pre-picked, my apron was washed, and a shower never felt so good. I knew I had about a six minute drive to her home, so I spent my spare thirty minutes drying and braiding my hair... Hey, what else was there? Bake a cake? I finally got my hair smoothly twisted and tickling the backs of my knees. I clipped it tightly in place with a large red ribbon, enjoying the cute look as I got my clothes on and ready to go. My family knew the plan, so all that was left was to go out and meet Tia. The ride was pleasant enough, and the neighborhood she was in was quite nice. The house didn't really stand out, it just wasn't huge. Two cars, so she either had a child who went out or a husband who worked. Oh well. I was just happy to be here. I practically bounced over to the door and knocked on it. It didn't take two seconds before Tia opened it, hair messy but the rest of her practically shining. "Janice! I'm so glad you're here!" She took my hand from the knob and started bouncing it up and down in a shake. "I'm so sorry, I lost track of time, or I'd have been done sooner. Please, come in!" The door finally came open all the way to reveal a fairly neat living room. A pillow or two wasn't perfect but the please was very nice. I looked around, taking in the new home as quick as possible. A door closed off somewhere to my left. I gave Tia an inquisitive look. "Someone not happy that I'm here?" She smiled and did the same waving motion with her hand I gave Jeff. "My husband's just not interested in girl talk. Come on, the kitchen's straight ahead." I smiled and kept looking around. At the base of the couch, I saw a pair of rabbit ears lying on the floor. "Aw!" I took the head dress and put it on, bobbing left and right with the adornment. Tia blushed at the sight, and her body jerked as if to take it off me. "What's wrong?" She started blushing incredibly. "Nothing, just... I forgot those were there." I smiled. "Uh-huh, sure. You know you love cute costumes, I've had four Halloween parties with you." I giggled a bit and followed her into the kitchen, watching her glance at her husband's room as she passed. "What's his name?" "Samuel. He's a good man, and devoted. He really likes his closeness... Come on. We have about two months before you graduate, and I have a lot of tricks to teach you." The plan was to stay until two in the afternoon. The first hour wasn't like any other lesson. Tia knew what she was doing and talking about, and just from how quickly she got across what was being baked to what was involved, any cautions and special tricks. The entire time, she worked through measurements and ingredients, with me trying my hardest to match how much of anything she used, memorize how much, and listen. It was a very fun session. We were making cupcake batter the entire time, and I could only hope I was doing it right. While her batch was baking, she was telling me about the wait for pre-made mixes compared to home mixes, and how checking early could ruin the cupcakes if they were exposed. There was about ten minutes of silence... well, not really. I heard what sound like a woman crying out. I couldn't tell if it was pain or fear, but it was from the next room—Samuel's room. The thought escaped my mind as she pulled out some very well made cupcakes, all a perfect gold. I couldn't help but stare in admiration; the only time I'd tried that ended in failure. My own batch went in and we decorated her own cupcakes, making small talk and enjoying the fun as I tried to remember how much of what I used and how long they'd take to bake properly. Mine turned out... well, not ruined, but firm. It was still an extraordinary improvement from my first effort. Tia was proud of me for such an accomplishment... Mine weren't perfect, but they were the best she'd seen of any student. She took my hands and smiled, looking at me like a daughter that did something really great. "Janice, you really are great at this, I just know you'll do well!" I smiled and started to say "Thank you", but a very long, orgasmic moan issued from the next room. Samuel was... watching porn? "Um..." Tia blushed incredibly and looked away. "Don't mind, he's just messing around. It's been fun... I'll... see you tomorrow? Same time?" I could understand her embarrassment and smiled, nodding once. "Okay. See you, Tia... and thank you for this." I gave her a hug good-bye and started to leave, but stopped when she pulled the bunny-ears right of my head. "Sorry about that!" I turned and waved good-bye, laughing at myself for forgetting they were there. The routine of visits continued for three weeks with no troubles. I learned most things on the first day, and only once, for cakes with layers not the same size, took longer to get the hang of it. Samuel kept to himself, mostly, and no more days were interrupted by another pornographic cry from his room. The one thing odd was that there was a pet's tray in the dining room, but no animals around the yard. Fourth week of eight, Saturday... I was supposed to go over to really put what I'd learn to the test, baking Saturday and Sunday in advance for a class party Monday. I thought I'd surprise Tia by arriving ten minutes early with something I'd made at home. When I came in, something different met my eyes. Tia was asleep on the couch, curled up. A corset was half removed from her body and she had cat ears clipped into her hair. The way she was facing me, I could see make-up of a nose and thin whiskers, and... her face had never looked so calm and happy. Her blankets only half covered below the waist, and she was red between the legs. Not bloody, but... sore. I could only guess what Samuel had done. It finally answered some of why she was seemingly so rushed and tired that one week... A husband who played with her like this must be stressful to keep up with. I wanted to make sure she was okay, so I took a step toward her and covered her back up with the blanket. She curled up tighter and smiled more, moaning out almost silently, "Mmuel..." Was she thinking of Samuel? I didn't hear the door click shut behind me. But I did hear a very quiet man speaking, "Please don't disturb her. She deserves the rest." I turned around, trying to be quiet, and saw him. He was a whole head taller than me, and build slender but solid. He had short blonde hair that flared up naturally, and his eyes were a very soft tone of green. To my relief, he had on a robe. "She lost track of time and I heard you approaching... I'd prefer it if she could rest. Come with me, please?" He walked past me to the kitchen. He could have done anything, everything, with me, and I wouldn't be able to stop him. Why was he being kind? It gave me my reason to trust him as I followed him. He took two cups from the cabinet and a gallon jug of tea from the fridge, pouring each half full before leading me further back and around to a dining room. He set one cup down and walked to the other end, sinking into a cushioned seat as I sat at the empty cup. "Samuel, what is this? Why's she a cat-girl?" A small smile played across his lips and he looked down, almost guilty. "I didn't want you to see it at first, but... Well, your question is first. I'm a Dom. Not as a profession, but just at home. Do you know what a Master, Mistress, or Dom is?" I swallowed, hard. I had only heard. "They're the kinds of people that control, dominate, and hurt others for sexual pleasure on both ends." He shook his head a bit. "Close, yet so far away. That's only at the most extreme. A Dom is a dominant role, the one in power and control. However, in our case, I dominate how we show the love, not force her unwillingly. This means that I have to know what she loves, what she doesn't like, and her limits. I don't abuse her for pleasure, that would be a sin to our marriage and completely against my morals. However, I do control her when she isn't bound to school or her friends. "It's not as bad as it sounds. She's my Sub, my pet, but she can leave the role any time. I don't hold her to it so tightly that I would abandon her wanting to be my equal. We both want these positions and love being in them. She loves knowing I can give her what she wants and she won't regret it because I'm the one commanding her. I assure her it's okay, she enjoys herself, and the only regret is when we start treading towards, or over, the danger line. I never, ever push her past it." I may have been able to know when Tia was honest, but... Samuel was new. I couldn't tell if it was a well-rehearsed act or honesty. My gut told me honesty, and the house was actually the proof. Everything fit, and Tia was still probably dreaming of being in Samuel's arms. "That's why she has all these animal costumes, and... Wait, that food bowl, she eats out of it?" I couldn't help that my voice rose. Samuel immediately stopped sipping his tea to hold a finger to his lips. "She's asleep, remember? Please, do not shout. She doesn't eat pet food, I promise. It's part of the 'pet' idea. Collars, leashes, costumes, animal sounds, the works. The only way to truly understand would be to watch it in action, but surely you've seen how affectionate humans may be to cats or dogs. It's no different, except I mix affectionate actions with human and animal ways. Kiss the girl while petting the kitty, if it helps." I sighed and swallowed down half of my tea in one long go. It helped calm me down... Tia probably made it. "Why are you telling me this? Why did you lock the door and bring me here?" He smiled again, sheepishly this time. "It's one thing to see my wife happy with me in love. It's another thing to see her so proud of a student that she doesn't want to let go. Once you started coming over, everything here got better. Everything. Talking, the food, sex, the role playing, how happy she was when working; everything became better." I looked down at my reflection in the tea... I both saw it in my own eye and felt it in my gut. I was happy that she held so much pride in me. "That's great... She's really sweet, and deserves a lot, I'm so glad I could make her happy." A lot of teachers had admired my work, but this feeling was new. Warmth, tingles, and shivers ran through my body. Samuel leaned forward. "She really enjoys what you bake. You don't know in what way. But your impact on her life is great. She wants to return the favor, and I talked with her about it. Would you be interested in talking with her about it?" I looked up and tilted my head a bit. "Um..." He'd not given me a reason to not trust him, and I still knew he wouldn't let me get hurt. But I couldn't stop feeling doubtful. "Sure." He smiled widely and left the cup on the table as he stepped back through the kitchen. "Then please, come." He walked briskly through the kitchen to the living room, smiling at Tia as he knelt down to eye level with her. "Tia, honey, wake up..." He reached over and pet through her hair gently, snug between where her cat ears were. She moaned a bit in protest of waking up, but it soon became comfortable as an eye peeked open to see Samuel. "Master!" It was all that came out of her mouth before she flung herself at him and knocked him to the floor, kissing him with all the love and tongue she could offer as her hands and knuckles kneaded at her chest. He couldn't help but kiss back, and I smiled, immediately seeing what kind of love these two had together. It made me a bit jealous to see so much love and fun mixed, really. But he finally grabbed her behind her neck, where the collar was hidden in her hair. She sat up and stared at him as he fixed the corset... I couldn't see much; her hair was in the way. "Stand up, my sweet." They rose at the same time and Samuel smiled at Tia. "Remember when you said you wanted to return the favor to Janice for making you so happy? She nodded enthusiastically, and I could hear a quiet, rolling sound from her mouth. She was faking a purr (and doing a damn good job at it) to signal happiness. "Turn around, my pet..." The turn was slow. Tia knew what was coming. Her face was already beet red, highlighting the painted facial features. My eyes were open and staring, too... I'd never seen Tia outside her uniform. Her breasts were shoving at the corset, trying to rip the strings straight off. She had an incredibly prominent hourglass, which I had to have missed because of how loose her shirts were. She was... god, amazing. Samuel put his lips to Tia's ear. "She's here now... Why don't you tell your little friend that nice fantasy? I'd love it if you would." Tia stepped once toward me, and I finally heard the ring of the bell on her collar. It snapped me to earth as she got within a foot of me. "Please don't be scared, Janice..." She couldn't look me in the face. "I... I told him everything, I want you to be rewarded in some way for what you've done for us." She put her hands to her face. "I want to please you and be your kitten, too! I..." After-School Lessons I ran a hand down her hair and tilted her face up to look at mine. She was sorry, and extremely hopeful. I didn't know if she would take no for an answer this time. Samuel smiled, slightly wickedly. "Kiss her, kitten." I didn't have time to react, Tia's reaction was instant. She jumped into me and hugged me tight, sealing our lips together and moaning softly into the gentle embrace. "Oh god, Tia, just how loy... loyal are... I felt myself melting in her arms, loving the gentleness of the kiss as everything sunk in. She really did want to have fun with me. I finally stopped thinking and smiled against her lips, kissing back gently and hugging her into me, too. I tilted my head and wound up moaning, too, as I ran my tongue between her tender lips to find hers, rubbing like a lover. Oh, god, I thought my tongue was going to melt away! She finally, after what seemed like an hour, pulled away and smiled at me. That look on her face... She really did enjoy it. What was the feeling in me? Heat, tingles, a quivering between my legs, and a moist feeling on my skin there... it was horniness, and it had been forever since I'd done anything. I smiled and kissed Tia's neck gently, looking over at Samuel as I did. "Is he going to interfere?" Samuel laughed and sat in a chair in the corner of the room. "No, this is my sweet Tia's fantasy. I'll only join if she asks, you consent, or she needs assurance... She wants you very badly, though, so I suggest you pay attention to your waist." I gave him a curious look before feeling a tiny nudge against my waist and a quiet "Eep!" from Tia. I looked down and she already had my pants unbuttoned, but I didn't feel a thing. How'd she do that? I didn't feel a thing until she had to start pulling down. My nipples started poking at my bra at how well she could be kinky. This wasn't the Tia I knew. She mumbled quietly "May I, mistress?" Wait... what? I looked at Samuel, who just smiled. "She loves being an obedient pet. If you really do want to go through with this, treat her as such." I looked down and Tia's fingers were ready to pull down my panties. I knew I was already dripping in anticipation, and Tia was looking hopefully up at me. I smiled and ran a hand down her cheek. "You really do want to be my kitten, don't you?" She winced with her smile, craving approval as she nodded. "Go ahead, Ti... kitty." Tia's face lit up and she tugged my panties down very gently before burying her face softly between my legs. I felt her kissing the surface of my skin before licking against it, rubbing around the wetness that had accumulated. "Aah, ah!" The feeling was new... I'd felt a guy there before, but Tia's tongue was so soft and gentle, it was way different. Her moans were quiet, almost silent, as she rubbed her tongue softly up into me. I gasped and thrust my waist gently against her face, spreading my legs as I did. She held onto my legs very gently with her hands, lapping firmly up against my pussy. My legs locked to keep me from buckling as my hand ran through her hair. I couldn't help rubbing my pussy against her lips, wanting to get the most of her softness. God, I'd never knew Tia could be like this! I looked down at her, seeing the absolute joy in her eyes as she stared up at me as she suckled on and licked my pussy with absolute softness. I also saw a hand between her legs, rubbing herself exactly as she was licking me. The sight of her toying with her gorgeous body only brought me closer to the edge. I couldn't help but be curious, I wanted to see her. I took off her corset slowly and started rubbing my fingers against the breasts that were hidden there. As she started moaning louder, it made my pussy vibrate more. Where the hell did she get good at eating out women like this? Oh god, I was ready to explo-oho-ho... "Ohhh!" My pussy started convulsing against Tia's tongue and my juices splashed into her mouth. She drank it with quiet moans of delight until my muscles gave out and I fell on my butt. I was falling back until two arms caught my shoulders. Soon I felt someone sidling behind me until my head sank into a very soft breast... Tia had kept me from falling and was letting me use her as a pillow. I looked up at her, and she was only smiling. "Thank you..." She closed her eyes in a perfect cat smile, meowing once before twisting one of her breasts to my lips. I knew what she wanted and twisted my head so I could suckle on the nipple. Another first... it was firm, but not solid. Almost like foam... It definitely tasted sweet, though, mixed with the skin's salt. It was a new experience to just suck and suckle away, enjoying a flavor that would never end no matter how long I took it. I felt one of Tia's hands slide back between her legs, and knuckles grazed against my back as she fingered herself to the suckling. Once my eye caught hers, she nuzzled her head down into me in an affectionate bump. I let go of her nipple with a happy "Aww" and raised my lips to hers, kissing my sweet teacher as gently as possible. She practically squealed in delight into my mouth as my tongue found hers again, rubbing softly together. Her fingers went faster than ever, pushing against my back firmly now. I reached a hand between her legs and stopped her. She looked at me curiously, slowly taking her lips from mine. I could see she trusted me, and was hopeful I'd take over. Hey, four years of having the same teacher teaches you a lot. I kissed her gently again as I slid my hand under hers, exploring a pussy other than my own for the first time. It was far more loose than mine, but so much more wet. She smiled against my lips and I felt her pussy quiver into my hand, practically squeezing it over and over. What control! She was rubbing her pussy against my hand without me even having to move it. So god knows what she felt when I rubbed my fingers around in her, trailing over her sweet pussy and clit. She started moaning and turning the sounds into meows, thrusting herself against my hand as I rubbed it against her. Her enthusiasm was getting me wet again... I took my hand out of her and held it to her lips, trying to think of something kinky to match her lust. "Lick my fingers clean and I'll give you more." My voice was hesitant; I'd never been in command like this. She smiled and kissed my fingers, and I knew she appreciated anything I gave her. As she started licking and suckling my hand clean, I worked with one hand to get out of my shirt. Tia was moaning against my hand, sucking it clean as I struggled to get my arm through the last hole needed. Even with her eyes closed, Tia's hands trailed up my body to my clothes, holding them so I could squirm out. "You really are amazing, T—Kitty." It still took me a lot to think of her as a feline, but she only purred briefly against my hand before lapping at it again. I took my hand from her lips, dropped my shirt, and unclipped my bra. It fell away, exposing my milk-white breasts to her eyes. "Does Kitty like what she sees?" Tia nodded wildly and smiled. I lowered my hands over my breasts, tilting the nipples four times each with my fingers until my hands outlined my pussy. "And do you like this, too?" She moaned and nodded enthusiastically, moving her hands to her pussy. "No, not now... Do you still want me?" I heard her whimper, holding back a cry of "Yes!" as she nodded again. I smiled and crawled to her, lifting one of her legs over mine as I covered one of hers. I put our pussies together and hugged her tight, so our breasts were squeezed together as I kept my lips an inch from hers. "I'm your new sex toy, kitten. Play with me." She cried out in delight and kissed me immediately, wrapping her legs around my waist to rub out pussies together. I cried out in pleasure of the rubbing, loving the feeling of our soft parts just rubbing together so hard. She started kneading and dragging her nails across my shoulders before I laid back, taking her with me until her mouth was on my nipples. She sucked, and sucked, and... god, my nipples probably ripped off my skin and shot into her mouth! My eyes were closed and I could only focus on her tongue rubbing my nipples as her pussy rubbed mine. Could pleasure hurt? Any more and I'd explode! I didn't see Samuel get up and walk away, but I did hear it. I also heard him come back and hand Tia something. I could only wonder what as she stopped using my body and opened the gap between our waists. I looked down just in time to see her sticking a toy up her pussy with six inches left for mine. She clicked a button and pushed into me very gently and slowly, drawing me in close with her legs. "Ah, aah, a-a-ahh..." The feelings took over quickly. It didn't hurt, but the toy touched deep inside of me and our pussies met again as she started rubbing against me, licking and lapping at my nipples again as I let myself be used. I don't think I'd ever felt anything like this... I felt the pressure build, and build, and build. Tingles piled on top of themselves and I felt like I was going to explode. And explode I did. I reared my head back and cried out, letting out the same orgasmic moan from the porn I heard my first day here. My fluids gushed out into and on Tia's pussy, and she started meowing. It got faster and higher until her meow turned into a cry of pleasure as her own pussy burst with pleasure against me. We wound up on our sides, holding onto each other as the toy continued to shake in us. I took off Tia's cat ears, wanting to talk to her between breaths. "Miss Tia... How long... have you... wanted this?" She was panting as she hugged me tight. "Three weeks... You don't know how bad... I wanted to tell you." Our lips met and she hugged me all the tighter as we kissed in place, still moaning quietly from the toy. "I'm so glad you didn't say no..." I smiled and took her lips for mine again, hugging her even tighter, so our bodies were molding together. "I wouldn't." A small smooch, smiling against her lips. "There's no way I'll leave you hanging." I took her lips again, making her moan in the soft embrace. "And if I can, I don't plan to even after today." Tia let go of my lips and looked blankly at me. "You..." Her eyes welled with happiness and hope as I turned to Samuel, reaching down to take out the toy so I could speak. "If you'll let me... Instead of cooking both days, could I cook one and be Miss Tia's "owner" another?" I hugged Tia tighter to me, and she curled into me. "I don't want this to be the only time for her. And I know she doesn't..." Samuel smiled and shook his head in humor. Then he knelt down next to Tia. "She's my pet. That means I take care of her and want her happy. This includes giving her what she wants." He raised Tia off of me with an effortless hug and held her against him, so she faced me. "Tia, honey, would you enjoy having a mistress, Janice, once a week instead of me?" He let go of her so she could move if she wanted to. She instantly tackled me and pinned me down, lying on me with a contented sigh. "Please... Once a week with her, may I, Master?" A silent nod approved it, and Tia squealed like a schoolgirl as she hugged me tight. "Oh, thank you!" Her lips fell on mine, and we kissed until our lungs gave out, delving in the most loving embrace possible. I smiled and released myself from her grasp. "I think I have a new pet." Tia could only smile and tuck against me, exhausted and in bliss as I held her against me. Samuel walked away, leaving me to enjoy my day in my teacher's company... I don't think either of us could have been happier right then.