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Student Relations

By: Lykan



Chapter 1. The Introduction

Inadvertent clumsiness is what finally earned me that kiss. Let me explain. I study Tae Kwon Do as a sport, hobby, recreation, and self defense with a local instructor. He's one of the best in the area, and after years of instruction, I was his principle student. That is, I was the last person he'd ever teach from start to finish at my current rank, and the only one left in the class to sponge up any kernel of knowledge he might have left to offer before fully retiring.

As such, I had a rather privileged status as head student. Sometimes his other high ranking students would stop by, but usually every other week I was the highest rank. As such, I was often left with the lower belts, to instruct them while my instructor offered the upper belts more one on one training. This worked out well because I was relaxed and fun loving when practicing anything physical. This was important of course, because the lower belts were usually the new people, and thusly the most tense and nervous. After several sessions though, I could have everyone relaxed and moving more like veterans, and having a good time at the same time. Many of us ended class with large smiles, even after the hardest workouts.

That was how I got to meet Amber. She was a slender blonde with a petite frame, not much past eighteen. She had studied somewhere else and had come to us from a different school. Which was evident in her belt color. It wasn't white, and it wasn't a color we used. So I was sent to introduce her to our class and find out what I could about her. A double edged sword, you might say.

My instructor normally used me in this way. Get to know them, get them to know the class. At the same time, relax them and make it comfortable for them to join in with the rest of us.

I was happy she was in class, really, and was extra vigilant to make sure she'd stay with us. No, it wasn't just the fact that she was a good looking girl. It was largely that she was the person closest to my age that had joined us in a long time. She was close to graduating high school, while I had just finished junior college a few years ago. Sure, we weren't exactly the same age, but we were close enough to count.

We finished the first class together splendidly. She said she loved the way we did things and looked forward to coming back. I told her I was happy she thought so, but was careful not to get my hopes up. You hear that crap a lot, but then come next week, they never show.

Chapter 2. Learning to Fight

To my surprise, the next week she did show up. Fifteen minutes early. To work on free sparring, of all things. It kind of surprised me, really. Usually women want to stick to forms only, and skip the more physical and 'macho' fighting.

"Free sparring?" I asked, letting my surprise shine through.

"Yep. You picked me apart last week. I want a chance to get even." Her voice was what I would consider feminine. It wasn't too high or low pitched, but carried with a fluid confidence.

"Sweet. Well, I'm more than happy to spar any time. You do have to understand that I was holding back last week, though."

"Don't hold back this time, then. I want to learn fast."

Before long we were swapping techniques. We started slow. I let her throw most of the strikes at first, content to simply block and evade. That was usually the way I liked to start. It gave me a chance to watch my opponent move, while learning their favorite combinations and balance shifts. It also allowed me to find most of the holes in their fighting style.

We were only a couple of minutes into the sparring before she got a funny look on her face. I had started throwing techniques back, and was scoring quite a few clean single hits. I hadn't really started into combinations yet, so she wasn't really defensive. As I landed another left to the side of her head she called for a breather.

I knew we hadn't been fighting long enough for her to be tired yet, and I certainly hadn't hit her hard enough to stun her. Her gloved hands moved in exasperation. "Okay, okay. Before you bruise the side of my head completely, how do you keep hitting me?"

I laughed. It was an obvious rookie mistake, but since she was still a rookie it wasn't that obvious for her. She seemed a little hurt at my laughter so I had to explain. "It's a simple rookie mistake. And we've all been there done that. Every time you throw a kick, you drop your guard. All I have to do is twist sideways to let your kick brush against me. You think you're scoring a great hit to my torso, while my punch is knocking your head into next week. If we were going full tilt, I think we both know that the punch to the head is definitely worth more than an indirect kick to the torso."

She nodded, we touched gloves again, and away we went. She'd mostly fixed her guard dropping tendencies before we had to stop for regular class. Mostly.

That had begun our friendship. We would often arrive early before class or stay late afterwards to fight. One day, when we unrolled the mats for class and I led them through some grappling techniques I'd picked up from wrestling and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, I discovered she liked that, too. Before long we were including the mats in our pre and post class exercises. She was even more aggressive at ground fighting than she was on her feet. I was doubly surprised. Not only do females usually not like fighting, they especially don't like grappling. Particularly with males. She was an exception though, because she definitely enjoyed the ground fighting. I knew she was a diamond in the rough.

As time passed, we became close comrades. We talked as much as we fought, trading funny stories as much as punches and sweat.

Summer was just passing its heat apex when she could finally fight for over fifteen minutes without me forcing her to tap out. On the other side of the coin, I was hard pressed to keep her from tapping me out. My size was about the only advantage left to me. At one hundred and eighty pounds, it wasn't much of an advantage. Slowly, she was beginning to learn that for some techniques I was just too big, and she could find immunity to some holds and slip others that I could've forced on a larger opponent. Conversely, she discovered that what worked for me, didn't always work for, as her limbs just weren't long enough to apply the holds to me.

Chapter 3. Sudden Changes

And so I begin again at my starting point. We were sparring after class when I slipped on the mat. I stepped in a puddle of sweat the same time I threw a kick. The sweat was just enough to cause me to lose my balance and Amber pounced on the opportunity. She flew into me shoulder first, easily passing my legs as she tackled me. And that's all it was. Not a pretty takedown. Just a brutal body tackle.

We hit the mats hard, with her arms around my chest. She moved for full mount. Her head moved in coordination with her body and our lips brushed against each other. That's all it was, a simple brush. But it was enough to send an electrical jolt through our bodies that stopped us both.

Her face was over mine, eyes locked onto mine. Suddenly I became aware of her body. Not just her body, because I'd been pressing myself against it for months in competition, but her curves. I was suddenly aware of the swell of breasts on her chest, the extra curve of hip, her warm breath on my lips, and my own arms and legs around her. We both looked into each others' eyes and drank in these new sensations. For a moment we forgot that we were competitors, and were instead a man and woman in intimate contact.

We blinked simultaneously. I'm sure it was a regularly timed blink, but time had slowed. Slowed so much that I could see her eyelids slowly closing even as mine shuttered towards momentary darkness. Upon opening our eyes the spell was broken. We were instantly competitors again, and she was about to gain the upper hand.

I rolled my knee in to block her pass for mount as we came alive. Working for position, and then submission.

Several minutes later we were packing our gear away in our gym bags. I felt her eyes on me as I slipped my uniform top off. I usually only wear a plain tank top underneath. Down to just the tanktop I became increasingly aware of the sweat on my skin. My shirt was damp and the thin material clung to my abs and pecs tightly. The extra liquid also served to make the material more see through, showing my tanned torso through the white material.

We had been talking as I undressed. Her voice had never changed pitch or speed, but her body language did. She was obviously watching me as I packed the long sleeved garment into my gym bag. In turn, I watched as she untied the sides of her uniform and let it slip from her contoured shoulders. She too wore a tank top underneath, with a bra beneath that. I couldn't help but notice that the cooling sweat was causing the nipples on the tips of her compact breasts to poke outward through both layers of clothing.

I watched as she finished packing her bag. For the first time I really saw her as an attractive young woman. I mean, I'd always know she was good looking, but I hadn't allowed myself to realize she was attractive. Now I couldn't stop myself.

Before she left for home and I headed for the showers she fixed me with a look I'd never seen before. "I won't be able to come in before class or stay after next week. Work and some other stuff has my schedule crowded that day. Would it be alright if we got together some other time next week to work out?"

I exhaled long and slow to calm my revving heart. This reaction was new, and I had to get it under control before I did something stupid. I tried my best to keep my voice nonchalant, "Sure. Whatever day works best for you. I'm sure you're schedule is busier than mine."

She smiled at me. "I don't know about that. How about next Monday?"

I mentally checked to make sure I didn't have anything going. "Sure, Monday's fine. About the same time, 6:30?"

She shook her head. "No, I have some stuff to do after work. How about eight?"

"Works for me. That's going to make it ten o'clock before we're done with a two hour work out."

After a moments hesitation she responded, "That's fine. I don't have to be in to work right away on Tuesday so it'll work out good. It's a date then."

I offered my goodbye and couldn't help watching her ass swing towards the door. Tae Kwon Do uniforms weren't designed to be sexy, but that still didn't stop her from looking good. Amber and her body disappeared out the door and I headed for the locker room for a long cold shower.

Chapter 4. Competitive Spirit

Next Monday found her at my house fifteen minutes early. I let her in and she oohed at the interior. I'm not much of a decorator, so it must have been the house itself. I believe the style of decorating I used is called, Spartan. Something like that.

I had picked the house up through a sweet real estate deal. I'm an investor so it wasn't that hard for me to find. I was going to flip the house for a quick chunk of change, but decided to keep it. I took possession of it with zero down and a monthly payment that was closer to a joke than a real payment. Not too shabby for a hair under two thousand square feet. Huge for a bachelor, but definitely my style of living.

Amber soaked in the house as I gave her a quick tour. She asked me a few questions about how I could afford such a huge place, but I dodged them with a few practiced replies. I don't like my friends to know that I'm financially secure. Tends to change their opinion of me.

Eventually I led her into the basement which I had had totally finished off. The additional living space was divided in half. The first part was largely an electronic toyland where I spent most of my time. There was a large screen TV, several DVD players, radio, computers, and other electronic gadgets scattered around the room. Anything that could keep my mind occupied.

Once again Amber asked how I could afford all this, and once again I dodged her question with a well practiced joke. Leading her through my play room I showed her into my real play room. The spot where I spent most of my time when in the house. My workout room.

I had had the cement floor covered with thick padding, and then a wrestling mat laid over that. The end effect was the feeling of walking on a giant blue marshmallow. It was a sweet floor for slamming. At impact you'd be sucked in bounced back up before you knew you'd hit it.

The walls were covered in wrestling mats to six feet above the ground. Against the far wall were several flags, showing respect for the countries that gave birth to me and my martial arts. In the center of the ceiling, in about a fifteen by fifteen foot section was a mirror. The mirror was extremely useful to self critique with the ground fighting game. Surrounding the mirror, covering the ceiling to each wall were artistic works blended together to almost look like graffiti. They did blend together into a painter's pallet of different colors until you really concentrated on one piece at a time. Then they clearly became symbols and pictures to different religions, philosophies, and other mental and spiritual matters. I would often lay in there staring at the ceiling and contemplating life and its various meanings. My version of homework.

Amber looked in awe at the room as she walked to its center where I'd marked some 'square off' lines. She dropped her bag and turned in a circle, looking at her surroundings. I couldn't suppress a chuckle. "I take it you like the room."

Amazement oozed from her voice. "The whole house, especially this room. This is so cool. I love it. I'm going to go home and redecorate my bedroom to look like this."

"I always figured you for one that would want mirrors over her bed," I jibed.

She shot a nasty look at me and I laughed openly. "Alright, alright. The bathroom's is back through the electronic room. There's a locker or two in there to store your stuff. I'm gonna run upstairs and get changed, then I'll be right back down."

Once she was heading for the bathroom I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I changed swiftly and travelled downstairs again heading for the workout room. I paused halfway there, interrupted. Amber hadn't shut the bathroom door all the way and I could see her reflected in a mirror. Her bare back was turned to me. I was half disappointed that it was only her back, but also glad that she couldn't see that I was peeping. I watched for a few seconds as she slipped a lacy pink bra down her arms and affixed the clasp at her back. She bent out of view and I moved on, not wanting her to spot me. I knew we were both comfortable with our bodies, but I didn't know how she would take my peeping.

I only had to wait a couple of minutes for her to join me. Neither of us wore our uniforms, but one of us was looking hot, and it wasn't me. I had opted to wear my tank top and a pair of loose shorts, and of course my cup and skivies. She on the other hand, was looking awesome in a pair of tight spandex shorts that clung to the edges of her panties, clearly showing the outlines of her bikinis. Amber also wore a matching white halter top so tight it stretched to show the pink bra and its laciness. It also stretched tight enough that I could not mistake the small lumps of her nipples.

Perhaps I didn't know what she wanted from me, or what that kiss meant to her last week, but I knew I couldn't let her go dressed like that without saying something. "You're looking good enough to kill. We gonna fight or you going to slay me with your body?"

Her smile was wide and open, "Maybe I will kill you with my body, but first its going to be with fist and foot."

She bum rushed me and I only just had time to get my feet under me before she reached me. She ended her charge with a feint to a takedown, then a reverse punch at my jaw, which I only half blocked. I immediately responded by chasing her punch back. When her hand reset into guard mine passed through and smacked into her forehead.

We paused a minute. I took the opportunity to ask, "No stretching out or warming up first?"

"Nope," she added with a jab. "Just plain ass kicking."

I don't know how long we sparred. We stayed mostly on our feet, fighting to stay off the ground whenever one of us shot in for a take down. Fatigue started in on us, and before long we were on the ground, manipulating for position and lock. Normally we straight grapple, with no striking on the ground. This time however, she signalled a continuance to her aggressiveness by landing a right to the side of my head. I took it and returned the favor, slipping her into my guard.

Amber put up quite a fight. She would play defensive enough to only strike for the easy, safe targets while saving her offense for submissions. I, on the other hand, had no intentions of slowly beating her to submission. Instead, I worked full out to win swiftly through tap out. I didn't have to work long before she was tapping out from a simple key hole shoulder lock.

We separated and I called for a break. Her eyes read that she wanted to keep going, but her whole body told that she was just as tired as I was. There was a fridge just outside the room and asked her if she'd like something to drink. She said she would and I went to fetch our refreshments.

Chapter 5. Competitive Undressing

When I returned I about lost my cool. During our workout we had developed a light sheen of sweat. Although unnoticed in the heat of combat, it was extremely evident in her clothing. Her tank top was turned sheer. Now it was a simple pretense of a cloth. Her bra was plainly evident and I could almost make out each curve of the lace. With her sitting cross legged, I became extremely aware of the clingy attributes of her shorts. As I handed her her drink, I could look down and see the material suctioned to her shapely legs and the slight lips of her sex. I had to clear my throat to return to professionalism.

I also had to force my mind onto another subject before my half hard on threatened to become a raging pole. All of which was extremely uncomfortable under the confines of my cup. We sat in silence a while, each of us taking quiet sips at our juices.

Amber's face turned towards mine, and then looked away. She looked at me again a few moments later, and looked away again, this time more slowly. I had to ask, "What's up?"

Her eyes locked on mine while her lips hesitated over the question, "What happened the other day?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play stupid, please. I don't want you to play stupid. I really want to know what happened between us the last time we worked out."

"I wasn't playing stupid. I'm just trained to answer a question with a question. What happened between us? I don't know what happened for 'us'. But I do know I became suddenly aware that you're an attractive young woman. As for what you felt, I have no idea."

"I...I guess I was finally hoping that you felt the same way about me that I do about you. I was attracted to you from the very first minute I talked to you. I loved your openness and confidence. You have something no one I've ever met has ever had. And, I think, I've eventually come to love you. There's just something special about you that's stopping me from getting you out of my head."

Her confession didn't catch me totally off guard, but I certainly wasn't expecting that much of one. Inside, I could feel my chest ache a little when she mentioned that she loved me, so I knew that at least at a basic level, I felt the same in return. "Well, don't get the wrong idea, but I love you as well. At first it was friendship. Just the two of us working out. Then comradeship as we continued to teach each other and hone our skills. When our lips touched, I suddenly realized that it wasn't just the closeness I feel from physical competition with someone. With you...I knew it was different. Not just simple friendship. Deep friendship, instead."


Student Relations



I placed my hand on the mat half way between us, palm up. She smiled a heart warming smile and placed her smaller hand in mine. I rubbed my thumb over her hand and basked in the glow of her smile. With a sudden urge, I pulled her hand and toppled her off balance. She fell into me. I cradled her in my arms while her eyes gazed up at me. Then I leaned for a kiss.

The kiss was right. It wasn't a steamy confession of hidden lusts. It wasn't a chaste kiss between friends. It was a lip to lip connection at a spiritual level. A righteous confession of heart felt emotion.

I laid her back on the mat, rolling onto her. She ran a hand down my back, caressing gently. Her lips parted and my tongue met hers. A slow kiss. Not hungry, not thrusting. Just a gentle exploration of our senses. My fingers slid into her hair, gently combing stray hairs away from her face. She slid her hips around and soon was totally under me, my torso enwrapped by her long athletic legs.

She broke the kiss and pushed me back a bit. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me in...adoration? I don't know how to describe that look, except that I'd never seen anybody look at me that way. I felt melted.

The corners of her lips twitched. I scrunched my eyebrows together in puzzlement. Her lip twitch turned into a full blown grin. "You think you're gonna get lucky?"

The mood swing caught me a little by surprise. "It takes two to get lucky."

"That's right. Do you want to 'score'?"

"Define scoring."

"Do you want to see me naked? More than that peep you had earlier?"

I blushed a little at the incrimination. Luckily, my natural tan hides most of my facial color changes. "Sure. Like I said, you're an attractive woman. You'd probably be rather sexy in the buff."

"Okay. Here's the rules then. We have to strip the clothes from each other, while a submission earns an automatic stop to the match and a removal of clothing by the person submitting."
If nothing else, the competition would be fun. "Sure, sounds good."

Amber signalled the beginning of the game by yanking my tank top towards my head. I only just managed to stick my arms straight out and down to my sides before it passed over my shoulders. I struggled to seize her hands when an idea hit me. She would have to reach over her own head to take my shirt off, while my arms would come free of the cloth before hers would. It would be the perfect set up.

I lamely let her pull my arms up and my shirt towards my hands. I struggled just enough to pretend that I was actually trying to stop her. As soon as my shirt cleared my hands however I seized her right wrist in my right hand. My left hand bent her elbow as I snapped her arm to her side. She struggled to resist but her other hand was too tangled in my shirt. I grabbed my own wrist with my left hand as I dragged her elbow to her side. A couple seconds later she was tapping out from another key lock.

Laughter slipped from my mouth as she pouted my victory. "That was cheap," she admonished me.

"Yeah, but creative. Besides, we're still even, cause your shirt's coming off too."

She frowned a bit, but a few seconds later her shirt joined mine in a corner of the room. Her shirt hadn't hidden much, but now that it was off I could see that the lace of the bra was, or had become, see through. Her nipples stood out tight and small against the fabric of the supporting under garment.

Amber looked at me and must have seen the lust on my face. She slid her hands to the pink cloth and slid them slowly over the mounds of flesh. I was entranced, and she took advantage of it. She launched at me without warning. Before I could react defensively I was on my back with her sliding for full mount.

I managed to slide a leg to the outside. She settled for half mount. I shouldn't say she settled for it, but took advantage of the position. She hooked her hands into the waistband of my shorts. I grabbed her hands before she could get anywhere and pulled myself down along the mats until I was more under her, and out of her advantageous reach. I twisted my hips and my second leg popped free, placing her in full guard.

Immediately I pulled her in with legs and arms, allowing no space between us. She tried struggling free as I wrapped my arms around her. It was a common stalling tactic for me, and I don't think she fully realized her bra was in danger. It was unhooked and sliding towards her shoulders before she felt it coming off. When she did realize she was losing another item she pressed her chest tight against mine, pinching the cloth between us.

Trying to distract me, she shoved her hands into the waist band of my shorts again. Knowing she'd just placed herself into an easy submission I rolled up and once again grabbed her right wrist with my right hand. This time, from over her back. My left arm once again helped me to bend her arm as I rolled back and applied pressure with the hold. She realized her mistake too late and tried to correct it, but I was simply too large for her. My weight alone cinched the reverse key lock tighter, until she was tapping out.

Even as she stood up her bra slipped off her arms. I grinned and she seemed extremely upset now. Not pissed, but mad that she had allowed the situation to let her make such a rookie mistake. Patience is the key to winning a ground match, and she had forgotten that golden rule.

Her shorts were pushed to the ground and I could only admire the beautiful nymph before me. I told her to wait a minute, I needed to regain my breath after such a magnificent sight. She smiled and pirouetted before me.

What I was seeing can only be described one word at a time. Amber's breasts were small. Not tiny, but definitely a smaller B cup. Her body slipped downward to a narrow waist that flared into perfectly curved hips. Over those hips was the string waistband to a pair of tiny bikinis that clung to her pussy lips, covering, but not concealing, the wondrous treasures of her sex. As she turned her panty clad ass hung out at me in two perfect tear drop shapes. Flaring with her hips to form perfect globes.

Too soon for my tastes she ended my vision. "You're turn, boy. I have some catching up to do."

I laughed. "You're down three to one against the guy who's been training you. You're going to need luck now more than skill."

"We'll see how much luck I'm going to really need." Her voice was defiant and for the first time, she squared off for a fair start. I knew I was in for a change of pace. It wasn't a good change for me, either.

Seconds later we were on the ground in a scramble, both vying for an offensive position. That's when I felt her breasts, and their hardened nipples. That's all it took for me to be distracted and her to throw her leg over me in a reverse full mount, her legs straddling me, but her face facing away from mine. The view was actually quite good as I looked over my chest at her tight ass covered only by thin cloth.

She pushed her hips down against my stomach and shoved her fingers into my waistband once again. This time, I pretty much let her as she pushed my shorts down past my ass towards my feet. It wasn't until my cup thumped against the top of my knees that I realized she had more than one pair of clothing.

Refexively, I pinched my knees together to keep the cloths from coming off completely. With a brief mental check of my senses, I could feel my bare hips against her stomach, my briefs tangled with the cup and shorts. I pulled her panties down off her ass with a yank.

I didn't take any time to admire the bared flesh before I pushed up and sideways with my hips. Instantly our postions were reversed with me on top of her. I spread my knees for balance and the three layers of cloth bunched together in a knot that she found impossible to finish pulling off. Her tiny panties, however, slid easily through her knees and off her feet.

She screamed in frustration. I rolled off her in triumph, laughter running from my throat. I couldn't stop laughing as I finished taking my clothes off and threw them in the corner with the rest.

Looking at her, her lip was stuck out in a mock pout. I laughed that much harder. She slapped my bare thigh and I could only gaze in wonder as her breasts jiggled with the movement.

My laughter stopped suddenly and the air between us became electric, charged with lust. My cock, previously flaccid throughout the contest, came raging erect. She watched with open mouth as it sprung to full size within seconds. I came erect so fast I thought it would pop from its place between my legs.

Chapter 6. Instructor Becomes Teacher

Amber gazed in wonder at the stiff rod bobbing between my legs. Slowly, tentively, she reached out her hand to touch it. As soon as her fingers made contact with the sensitive member I gasped. Her hand shot back to her breast protectively. "I'm sorry," she blurted, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

My brow creased questioningly. "Hurt me? I gasped because it felt good. Wait a minute...are you...I mean... Well shoot. Are you still a virgin?"

Her face became instantly red. Red enough I thought she might be on fire. She tipped her head forward so I couldn't see her face and nodded lightly. I couldn't resist the tenderness that flooded into my soul. "Hey...hey..." I said, sliding to her. I wrapped my arms around her in an unreturned hug. "There's nothing to be embarassed about."

She looked up with tear filled eyes. "But, I thought you wouldn't want me if you knew. You would think I was too young for you."

That might have been true, but probably not. I didn't dwell on it. "Nooo. I just assumed that you weren't. Wanting to play that game and everything."

"I didn't know how else to get started. I knew I wanted you, but didn't want my inexperience to show before you had had me. I just wanted it to be right."

I became acutely aware of our nakedness. Normally I'm quite comfortable in the nude, but this situation had me feeling rather awkward. "You should have told me before. We could have taken the time to make it right. It doesn't have to be like this if you don't want it to."

"No, I want you. I've been imagining myself with you for a while now. I lay awake at night...and you know...touch myself...down there. It felt wonderful and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with you touching me."

"It'll feel good, but the time should be right. And the man. You should be sure before you do it. Make sure that that's how you want it to be and with whom. Alright?"

She nodded her head slowly. Her gaze dropped as she thought and it soon fell into my crotch. My cock was half mast and falling now that the moment of lust was gone. She didn't raise her head as she asked, "It changes sizes?"

I half chuckled. "Mhhhmm. Depending on whether I'm going to 'score' or not."

"Can...can I touch it?"

My cock was arrested in its downward shrivel by the attention. "Of course. I'll have to warn you that it'll feel good, though."

Her hand was already moving, "Really?" Her hand rubbed against the sensitive head and I groaned. She pulled her hand away again.

"I told you it would feel good."

"But the way you sounded. I thought I'd hurt you."

Again I half chuckled. "No. It really felt good. That's one of the most sensitive parts. Here, let me show you."

I wrapped her small hand in mine. I guided her hand to wrap around my cock and gently pull up and down in long, slow strokes. Her mouth opened in surprise as she felt my member grow and stiffen in her hand. "That's amazing," she breathed.

I removed my hand and let her explore my organ by herself. She moved in front of me to have a better look at it, and to free up her other hand. Amber gripped the shaft with both hands. I couldn't contain a long, slow groan. She looked up into my face, her innocence in full display. Even though my body didn't want me to, my consience forced me to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. But I don't know what to do. I know this makes you feel good, but I want to make it feel as good as possible for you."

I sighed my acceptance and began moving her hands about my organ, telling her how and where certain things felt especially good. It wasn't too long before her hands were sliding up and down my shaft, stroking like an expert. Not a veteran, but an expert all the same. Her face had moved to within inches of my cock. I could feel her breath brush against me as she asked, "Would it...be alright...if I...kiss it?"

My cock throobed its own response as I nodded. She slowly lowered her lips to the Q-tip like head of my cock. Her kiss was light against the sensitive organ. Again my cock throbbed. Her eyes rolled up to me, "Did that feel good?" I moaned an affirmitive. "Can I do it again?" I smiled openly and nodded.

She kissed the head again, pressing on it more firmly this time. "That feels so good, Amber." Her eyes showed her curiosity. I gave her a few a few more instructions. When I was done talking to her, her tongue was added to the fingers caressing my member. She had just pulled her mouth off the head of my cock when I asked, "Do you want to see me orgasm?"

Her eyes were wide with wonder as she looked up at me, "Guys can have orgasms, too?"

"Of course. That's what makes the effort worth it. Here, let me go get a towel. We don't need to be making a mess on the mats."

"I can go get it."

"No, I'll go. You stay here and relax." Before she could protest further I stood and walked to the bathroom. I could feel the weight of her eyes on my back and ass as I walked from the room.

Once out of the room I wasted no time to fetch the towel and come back. I stepped through the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Amber was still sitting where I had left her, but the sight of her was enough to almost knock me from my feet. She was an absolute hard body. She sat with her legs turned to the side so I couldn't see the folds of her pussy, but instead I had a nice view of her tight thighs. Her breasts were hard and firm on her chest with tiny little rose petal nipples topping them.

Even as I stood gazing at her, she gazed back at me. Amber's eyes had started at my face, but swiftly fallen to throat, to chest, to stomach, to groin. After she had had a good long look at my lance pointing at her, I flexed my pelvic muscles and caused my cock to bounce up and down in the air for her.

Her eyes flew open. "Did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know. Make your...well...oh, just come sit down."

I thought of some lewd jokes to tell her, but decided against them. This was her first time and I didn't want to spoil it for her. I laid the towel down on the floor and positioned myself where I thought the towel would catch most of the mess. As soon as I was set she placed herself between my legs.

She looked thoughtful a minute. "How do I do it?"

"Do what?"

"Make you have an orgasm?"

"Just do what you have been doing. I'll give you instructions along the way if you want, but it should happen naturally." I paused in a pleasured silence as she regripped my shaft. "I have to warn you though, I will shoot sperm."

She never offered a verbal response. Instead, she added her tongue and lips to the workings of her hand. I leaned back with my eyes half closed, enjoying the administrations. Every once in a while I would offer an encouragement.

My eyes fluttered open when she suddenly stopped. I looked down to where she was gazing at the tip of my cock. She looked up at me, "Is that...? Did you just have your orgasm?"

A shake of my head. "No. It's just precum. It's supposed to help as a lubricant during sex."

"Is it pee?"

Another shake. "No, it's an early release of sperm, meant to help with sex."

She didn't resume stroking, but instead sat staring at the sticky fluid. She leaned forward slowly until she was looking at it point blank. Gingerly she stuck her tongue out and licked at the clear fluid. Her eyes rolled back as she tasted the early jizm. "It tastes...I don't know...good."

I smiled. "There will be more of it soon. A lot of it when I have my orgasm."

"Really?" Now she thumped her hands up and down my engorged shaft eagerly. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and sucked hungrily, trying to pull my cum from my body.

It didn't take long before I was breathing heavy and my balls were boiling. "It's coming." I warned her.

Her mouth stopped working, but not her hands. "What do I do?"

"Just keep doing that. You'll probably want to lean back though. It's going to be messy."

Amber did as I advised and I had a beautiful view of her pert tits as she thrummed my manhood. They jiggled slightly as she worked me. I groaned loudly and the first load pulsed from my cock. It landed on the towel between us where it was joined by a second load.

The third and fourth were on a mission, though. They rocketed from me, arced through the air, and landed heavily against Amber's tits and stomachs. She gasped in surprise and forgot to keep stroking me. Unattended, my cock offered up a few more spurts onto the towel between us and then stilled.

It stirred against my thigh as I watched Amber. She was still staring down at her tits and stomach where my cum was now running towards her groin. Before one invading runnel of cum could slide into her blond bush, she held up a finger to stop it. She wiped up the entire string of jizm with her finger and gently slid it into her mouth. The sight was enough to almost make me cum again. She cleaned up the second string and looked at me.

I sighed, "That was so erotic."

She blushed. "What?"

"You licking me off your finger."

"I didn't mean it to be erotic. It just tastes good."

"It's alright. You already look sexy, may as well look erotic, too."

She glanced up at the compliment and smiled slightly.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" I asked her.

She bit her lip. "I..think so." She looked at me sheepishly without looking into my eyes. "Once in a while when I'm thinking of you...I get hot and it feels really good. That's an orgasm, isn't it?"

"Yes. Would you like me to igve one? It'll feel even better."

Her head bobbed up and down with an eager nod.

I folded the towel and patted the top of it. "Sit here." She sat on the towel. "Now lay back." She did so.

I slid between her legs with my body. Her muscles tensed. "Relax," I whispered as I placed my mouth over hers. We kissed tongue to tongue for a while until I pulled back. "Just relax and let me do all the work. Enjoy the sensations."

Her earlobe slipped easily into my mouth where I sucked at it gently. Then I planted long, slow kisses down each side of her neck, trailing towards her shoulders. My mouth worked over her shoulders and down to the top of her chest. Gently, I placed sucking kiss after sucking kiss on each breast. Finally I pulled a nipple into my mouth and rolled it around my tongue.

She moaned softly. "That feels so good." I replied by pulling her other nipple into my mouth. She moaned again. Reluctantly I moved on, leaving a long trail of wet kisses down to her navel, and then lower to the top of her unshaven pubic hairs.

I kissed around her mound of hair and to her thighs. Once there I found that she had shaved a bit high, apparently to allow for a bikini. I spent a great deal of time working the inside of her thighs with my hands and mouth. With a slowness that threatened to tease me as well as her I licked along one pussy lip. She squirmed and moaned, pulling my tongue away from her sex. I wrapped my hands around her waist to hold her still and repeated the process, uninterrupted, with the other lip.

I ran my tongue in long loving circles around the hole of her womanhood. Reaching the top and bottom I would pause to run tighter, smaller circles around the sensitive nerves there. She was already breathing heavily and audibly by the time I inserted my tongue between her lips and into the honeyed sweetness of her pussy. As soon as my tongue pierced her feminine treasure, a gout of wetness rushed into my mouth.




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She cried out and I knew her orgasm was already close. I shoved my tongue deep into her cunt. Opening my mouth wider I moved my upper lip over her clit and sucked gently, using the wetness of her own pussy to create a suction between my probing tongue and upper lip. Within seconds she was panting. Seconds later her hands reflexively flew to my head as her hips bucked up and down, held in place only by my hands on her hips.

Cunt juices flooded into my mouth as I sucked greedily at her. I let go of her hips and slid my hands to massage her thighs and ass. Her bucking broke my lock on her clit. I jutted my tongue forward and probed it in and out of her throbbing pussy as she bobbed up and down. We developed a rhythm as her orgasm rocked her, my tongue shoving in and out of her heated cunt. My lips worked against the top and bottom of her pussy as she pushed into me.

After what seemed an hour her hips stopped bucking and her cries subsided to coarse breathing. I wiped my mouth on the towel and moved to lay beside her. Only her heavy breathing let me know she was still awake. Eventually the breathing slowed and deepened into the quiet rhythm of sleep.

Chapter 7. A First Time

I must have dozed off myself. The next thing I knew her eyes were open and her hands were gently stroking my bicep. "That was wonderful," she told me, when she saw that I was awake. "Are they always like that?"

I shrugged as best I could where we lay. "Sometimes they're more intense, sometimes not so intense. For women, they can be extremely different every time."

"Well I hope they're all just like that. It felt wonderful. But...," once again she looked nervous. "We still haven't had sex, have we?"

I shook my head. "Oral sex, but not sex in the sense you're thinking."

"Can we? I mean, can we have it right now?"

My conciense was tugging at me, "It's probably getting late. Are you sure you want to do it now? We can wait for a better time, if you want. Besides, won't your parents worry about you staying out late?"

"I don't want to wait. I want you to do it tonight. Besides, I told my parents I was going to a friends house and probably wouldn't be home before work tomorrow."

"They let you stay out on weeknights?"

She snorted. "That's the only time they'll let me stay out. They won't let me stay out past ten thirty on the weekends."

"Really?..." I was interrupted when she lunged forward and placed her lips against mine.

With a simple kiss our bodies were electric again. We lay on our sides facing each other. My hand first kneaded the back of her head, pulling her deeper into our kiss. Then it slid slowly down her shoulders and back, caressing and massaging as it went. She mewled against me, letting me know how good she felt.

When my hand reached her ass I cupped it gently, kneading the tight flesh there. I squeezed her bottom cheek and pulled her tight into me, groin to groin. My cock stirred and started rising between our thighs. She mewled again and ground herself against my stiffening length.

Cupping a breast I pushed her onto her back. She parted reluctantly, but understood when I started kissing her firm mounds. Using my lips and hand I teased each nipple to stiffness. Alternating hand and mouth over each.

With slow luxury my hand began its southward trek down her smooth stomach towards her wild bush. I caressed her milky thighs lightly, sliding my hand between them, barely passing over the waiting lips of her cunt. Kissing her again I placed the full length of my hand against her sex. She moaned and pushed up against it. I slid my finger between her lips and found her hot, wet, and waiting.

Shifting my weight over her leg I placed myself between her legs, groin to groin. We kissed a while longer before I broke it off. I kissed the base of her jaw gently. "Ready?" I breathed into her ear.

I pulled back to look at her face. She was biting her lower lip, forcing herself to be brave, but she nodded anyway. A small inner part of me protested the spoiling of this virgin. If I didn't do it though, somebody else would. And if for no reason other than simple selfishness, I wanted to be the one to do it. It was more than that, too. I knew that I would be gentle and caring, which her next lover might not be.

I placed my cockhead against the opening of her tight cunt and pushed slowly. I could feel her lips parting, but then her cunt contracted and I was shoved out and over the top. She grunted. "That felt so good."

I smiled at her. "Mhmm. And it gets better, but you have to relax."

She nodded. I grabbed the length of my shaft and guided myself this time. Once again her pussy lips parted to allow the girth of my cockhead. She gasped and her cunt convulsed again, squeezing against my cockhead. This time however, my hand was there to hold it on target. "Relax," I reminded her.

Her pussy fought its first penetration all the way. I worked in and out in small gentle pushes. Amber was alternating between moaning pleasure and biting her lip as I pressed my manhood into her body. "That's it," I groaned, pushing myself in to the hilt. "That's the full length of me."

She moaned breathily, "It feels so good. I've never felt anything like it. It hurts a little, but..."

Interrupted by my pulling out, she could only moan as I pushed back in. I kissed her and her tongue lanced into my mouth, the same way my member lanced into her steaming pussy. We kissed and made love. Her tight cunt squeezed at my cock, forcing me to maintain a nice slow speed for fear of cumming right away. I was not going to spoil her first time.

I pumped in and out in long slow strokes, letting her feel her pussy expanding around the length and girth of my cock. Our kiss broke. I moved my mouth to her ears, throat, and shoulders, gently sucking the flesh there. Her nipples were pebbles on top of the velvet clad hills of her tits where they rose from her chest.

Amber's breathing increased. So far, I had been the one making love to her, but now she started pressing down on my upward thrusts. I repositioned myself so my cock rubbed against the sensitive nerves near her anus. She exhaled loudly and thrust herself onto my impaling rod.

Within minutes her breathing had increased in speed and volume, along with the thrusting of our hips. I was now sliding in and out of her wet hole easily, her hot juices flooding her young sex. Without much warning she screamed. She thrust her cunt down on my cock in a long push, squeezing me into her sex, holding my full length within her as her pussy began to pulse around my cock.

Then she lost control. She offered short staccato screams as her hips bucked against me. I thrust in and out of her rapidly, in time to the pulsing of her vaginal walls. We fucked like that for an eternity. She would lift her ass so high it would come off the ground, and then we'd slam together, my entire length driving into her in a solid push. The whole time her cunt continued its wild pulsing. I could feel her juices streaming from her love hole to steam in a hot flood against my balls.

I had no idea how long we fucked like that. I only know that it was the longest orgasm I had ever experienced a woman to have to that point. She plateaud at a climax and stayed there. Screaming her pleasure as our bodies fed it to her.

The squeezing of her walls slowed down eventually and her screams subsided to quiet, quivering whimpers. When she had her breathing back under control we kissed deeply. The kiss of lovers.

Resignedly I withdrew my still stiff member from her. Her tight cunt made a sucking sound as I pulled out, as if reluctant to let me go. During the entire process I'd been too stunned at the intensity of her orgasm to have one of my own. Like my body had forgotten its own gratification for her's. If all of her orgasms were even half of that one, I knew she was never going to have a bad sexual experience, no matter how horrible the love maker.

We kissed and I held her close until she lapsed into sleep. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing. The nipples were still stiff, but slowly descending. Awe overwhelmed me. Here I had a gorgeous eighteen year old female who had willingly, and knowingly, given me the gift of her virginity. I don't think I felt love for her then as she slept in my arms, but I definitely felt I owed her. That wasn't exactly what I felt either, though. I almost felt fatherly, like a protective guardian. All I could think was that I hoped she'd keep coming to me for advice and instruction, just as she did with our martial art.

I never did sleep. I was too wired from skipping my orgasm to sleep. Instead I simply waited quietly for her to wake up. When her eyes did finally open I kissed her forehead gently. A smile spread across her face that warmed me to the soul. She raised her face to mine. Our lips met with a tenderness that can only be felt in mutual shared warmth.

"Thank you," she whispered to me, more breath than voice.

"For what?" This close, body to body, my voice rumbled from my chest and vibrated against hers. She cuddled deeper into my arms at the bass tremors.

"For being so kind."

"I just want you to be happy."

"I know." She kissed me gently on the chin. "That's why I wanted you for my first. I knew you'd be gentle and caring."

"I'm honored you chose me. I really am. I've never had anyone give me such a precious gift before."

"It was the least I could do. But I need something else from you."

"Anything." And I meant it, too. I've said those words before, but I never meant it as much as I did then.

"Don't reject me. Don't let this change anything between us. I don't want..."

I hushed her gently, placing a kiss on her lips to close them. "This doesn't change anything. When you first stepped into class for martial arts, I was there to teach you. Now, when you've decided to start exploring your sexuality, I'm here for you again. In martial arts we're good partners, I can't see why we can't become partners in other things as well."

"Thank you. I'm glad I've met you."

"I'm pleased you've stayed with me."

I slipped from her arms to go find a clock. I returned and told her the time. She sighed audibly. "Why does time have to pass the fastest when you want it to be the slowest?"

"Because it's unruly and rude. You can use the shower down here, or the tub and showers upstairs if you want to clean up. If you want to stay the night you're more than welcome to share my bed, or either of the spare bedrooms if you'd prefer."

She lay back on the mat languidly. Her tight body stretched and glorious in its nudity. "I think I'm in the mood for a bath. Is that okay?"

"Of course. I'll go start drawing the water for you. Hot or warm water?"

"Very warm."

I nodded and gathered up my clothes. I could feel her eyes on me as I moved about the room collecting my things. I paused at the door one last time to look back at her and her wonderfully curved body, then padded upstairs to start the bath for her.

Chapter 8. Advanced Class

Like I said, the house was rather large, especially for a bachelor, and the master bath was no exception. It had a 'privacy' room for the toilet, jacuzzi tub, shower unit, linen closet, and still had room for a double sink with a cosmetic counter. I filled the tub slowly, checking the water temperature often.

I had just shut the water off when Amber came into the room wrapped in a towel from downstairs and her gym bag over her shoulder. I stood up and mussed a hand through my hair. I couldn't help noticing that her eyes dropped to my chest as I lifted my arm. "Well," I told her, "I'll give you a couple minutes to do whatever you need to do. If it's alright, I'd like to take a shower in here. If not, that's fine. I'll just have to move the soap and shampoo to another bathroom."

"No, that's okay." Her eyes were flicking around the room and up and down my body. "This room is huge. How can you ever afford a house like this on your own."

I shrugged noncommittaly. "I get by. I have a feeling that the people who built this house had a matriarchal family, and she knew just where she liked to spend her time, and money." In fact, I knew that's what it was. Because that's what had been the stated reason for their their divorce. Which let me purchase this house at rock bottom price. I got a good house, and they got rid of the debt to start rebuilding their lives.

She looked at my face, but wouldn't meet my eyes as she asked, "Is it alright if I spent the night?"

"Of course. Mi casa, su casa."

A smile ticked at her lips, but disappeared. "I hate to ask...but I didn't bring anything to sleep in."

"Don't worry about it. I'll go find you something while you get in the bath." Before she could say anything more I slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I busied myself gathering some things together for her. I didn't know what she liked to wear for sleepwear so I grabbed a handful of different clothes for her. Finally, on a whim, I headed for the kitchen to dig up some candles. I thought she might appreciate them. Returning to the bathroom door with her clothes over my shoulder and a lit candle in hand I knocked quietly.

At first, I didn't think she'd heard me, but then I heard an answering summons to come in. I opened the door just enough to slip my hand through and hit the light switch. The room plunged into darkness. The water sloshed around in the tub as Amber moved in surprise. I opened the door all the way and the candle lit the room with its soft glow.

Entering the room I piled the clothes on the cosmetic counter. I walked the candle across the room and set in on the far side of the tub, my body passing over Amber's as I stretched to reach the far side. Lighting its partner, I set the second candle down on the other end of the tub. "I thought you might like those," I told her.

"It's beautiful, thank you."

"Not nearly as beautiful as you. I'm sorry I don't have any bath beads for you, but this is a bachelor's house, after all."

"That's fine. This is wonderful. Where'd you ever get the bubble bath, then?"

"A badly chosen holiday gift. I think it might have been meant as a gag, but I held on to it anyway."

I reached out and stroked her chin lightly. One of the few body parts visible above the bubbled water, the rest being immersed below the obscuring foam. "I'm going to get in the shower now. Is there anything else you need?"

"Mhmm. Just one more thing."

"What's that?"

"Someone to share this bath with."

A grin involuntarily spread across my face. "Well hold on, I'll go see if I can find someone in the yellow pages."

She didn't smile as much as I thought she would have. Instead, a hand snaked out of the water and wrapped around my wrist. "No, there's only one 'someone' I'll share this bath with."

My grin wasn't fading much. "Lucky guy." I slipped into the water, my body facing the other way as hers so our legs intertwined.

The water was hot and cleansing as I lay there. I closed my eyes a few minutes and allowed my muscles to relax in the heat. When I opened my eyes she was looking at me. I could've sworn I saw lust written across her eyes.

I fished for her feet with my hands. Finding them, I began a gentle massage, coercing the tension from each muscle that my hand passed over. Her eyes closed with a quiet sigh. Soon my hands were traveling over her calves, then thighs. I went higher, along her rib cage and to her shoulders, skipping the more sexually sensitive body parts. I kneaded her neck, plying the flesh into relaxed dough. My hands slipped down and rubbed at her biceps, then forearms, and eventually hands.

Done, I leaned back against the tub where I had started. My libido screamed that I not stop, that I turn the massage into something sexual, but I shoved it down with willfully. I didn't want to force myself on Amber, and I knew the wait would be worth.

I watched her angelic face over the white fluffiness of bubbles that could easily be mistaken for clouds. Once again I was wondered what she was doing with me in my house. My attention was riveted on watching her as her relaxed body almost floated in the water.

Eventually the water started cooling and her eyes opened slowly. She smiled at me with another of those smiles that seemed to melt me on the inside. "You look lonely," she told me.

"I'm never lonely with you in the same room." She smiled at the compliment. The water lapped against my body as she moved across the tub to join me. I made room for her the best I could, but tubs just aren't meant for snuggling.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed slowly. I sucked at her lips and probed the corners with light tonguings. We entered into a deeper kiss. Then I felt her hand on my thigh, caressing the inside of it with slow strokes. My penis responded by beginning its upward growth.

Her head tilted back as she broke our kiss. I exhaled quietly as she slid her hand to my expanding shaft. "Did you have yours earlier when you were inside me?" I shook my head. "You can if you want, you know. It's okay. I'm on the pill."

I was slightly puzzled and let it show on my face. "I thought you said you were a virgin?"

"I was. It was prescribed to me by my doctor to regulate my...you know...my monthly flow."

I didn't know much about those kinds of things, and I certainly wasn't going to start finding out. Some things, guys just aren't really meant to know. Or at least, I wasn't.

She continued, "If we do it again, will you...have your...orgasm...inside me?"

"You don't have to be ashamed of the word orgasm. Everybody has 'em, and everybody likes 'em. But whatever will please you, I will gladly help."

She sighed. "I don't want to get out of the water."

I smiled. "We don't have to. Kneel over me."

She did so. Luckily the tub was wide enough to easily acommodate her legs over my thighs. The postion also brought her high enough that her perky tits showed above the bubbles. Her nipples showing through like dark stains under the nearly opaque air pockets.

I pushed her until she was in a good position over my cock. "Lean forward," I told her. She obeyed me. I grabbed the base of my shaft, "Now sit back, slowly." Once again, she obeyed me. Our sensitive organs touched with a flash of fire. We both gasped at the contact.

Her pussy lips spread across my cock as she impaled herself on my shaft. I couldn't believe how tight she felt. She breathed in short quick breaths, concrentrating on the sensations of my manhood penetrating her depths. Occasionally she would lift up when she ran across a particularly tight spot, but would press back down to work herself down my pole.

I was in heaven as my cock was engulfed by her hot cunt. She shoved down one last time and finally I could feel her bottom out against my balls. She moaned loudly. Her voice was ragged with concentration, "You're...even deeper...than before." A moan issued from her body as she lifted up on my lancing member. "This feels so good."

A few slow lifts led to swifter ones. Water was already swishing against us when I began lifting my hips into her. She offered a short cry when I first pushed up to meet her. Her voice was heavy, "I can feel you...so far inside... You're filling me...so much."

Words faded into breathing and moaning as my vocal partner pushed up and down on my cock. Each thrust was followed by a second thrust more instense and slightly faster than the first. Her cunt sucked at my pole as she worked it inside her. Soon, each penetration was starting a deep boiling sensation in my balls.

I rubbed my hands over her soapy tits, causing her to breathe even heavier. "I'm close," I told her. "Are you ready?"

She nodded vaguely, her eyes closed by the sensations. She thumped down on my member one last time and I gasped sharply. I managed to squeeze, "Here it comes," through clenched teeth just before it hit. Then I was rolled up in the sensation of my orgasm. It ran rampant through my cock and into the rest of my body. I bucked up into Amber spasmodically, shoving my seed deep into her milking pussy.