0 comments/ 7804 views/ 6 favorites The Enlightened Librarian By: Fanatasize Friendly feedback welcome! The character 'Sarah' is introduced in the story Teeny Black Bikini - in case you are curious. ***** In addition to running, Sarah started attending yoga classes with one of her co-workers. Doris Timmons was the school librarian and Sarah really liked her. Doris was in her mid 50s but looked much younger. She was a very pretty woman blonde with a pixie style haircut but always seemed to play down her looks by sporting conservative makeup and clothes. She credited the youthful look and her vigor to healthy eating and exercise. It was hard to argue with the results. Doris was very well read - oddly enough. She was quiet but projected an inner confidence Sarah wished she could emulate. Doris had started a before-school reading program for students at their school and had invited Sarah to help out. As a result, they spent a lot of time together and became close friends. Doris was always said nice things to Sarah, complimenting her on the recent changes in her life, the improved fitness level, the more positive attitude, the fact that she smiled more often. She knew Sarah had taken up running and inquired as to whether Sarah would like to join her in yoga classes she attended with a group of women. Sarah jumped on the invitation. She believed it would be good a good addition to her exercise routing and she would get to spend more with her friend. There was just something about Doris that Sarah was drawn to. Sarah couldn't quite put her finger on it. Inner peace? Inner strength? Karmic balance? Whatever it was, it worked. The yoga classes were quite enjoyable and Sarah was amazed by the level of fitness Doris displayed. Doris was lean and flexible and looked sexy in yoga pants and sleek tops. She put many younger women to shame with her style, grace, and beauty. This was a very different Doris than the buttoned-down librarian she knew at school. And what was a little startling for Sarah was that Doris wore some pretty hot lingerie under her street clothes. It was obvious there was more to Doris than met the eye. The usual instructor, Trina, was gone on vacation for a week and had arranged for a friend to take over the class in the interim. The ladies were stretching and warming up when he walked in and made his way to the front of the salon. He was a young black man sporting dreadlocks who looked to be a little over six feet tall and somewhere in the 160 to 170 pound range. He turned to face the class and flashed a brilliant smile. He was exceptionally handsome in a Shemar Moore kind of way. Sarah's eyes went wide, Doris raised an appreciative eyebrow, and a girl next to Doris, named Kelly, said, "Oh my!" "Students, I am Bradford Minifield, the Third, but everyone calls me Trey. I know exactly what each of you is thinking right now, and you are correct. My hair is fabulous!" And he grinned. Several of the women chuckled. Sarah whispered to Doris, "That's not all that is fabulous." "I will be here this week and then Trina will be back from vacation. Shall we begin?" The classes that week were fun. Oddly, attendance soared. Trey was charming and witty and supportive. And it didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Some of the women tried very hard to flirt with him but he remained a consummate professional in his interactions with them. When Trina returned the next week, everyone told her that she had made a wonderful choice in selecting Trey in as a replacement. A couple of the girls teased her and asked when she was going on vacation again. Trina just rolled her eyes. She had known Trey for years and women reacted the same way every time. After class, Doris overheard Trina phoning Trey to say thanks, give him the kind regards of EVERY woman in the class, and to inquire what he'd be doing that weekend. Doris didn't necessarily mean to eavesdrop, but did hear mention a club named The Regent. It was a spot she knew well. Doris loved to dance and she frequented several different clubs depending on her mood. Psychedelic Trance was probably her favorite kind of music but The Regent was a quieter spot. It was kind of a combination piano/slow jazz bar. There was a small dance floor and an eclectic crowd. She knew exactly what to wear. Few people knew the raven-haired Doris making her way to The Regent in the back of a cab. She was dressed conservatively but had added glasses and a black wig. Sexy lingerie, seamed, thigh-high stockings, and a new pair of very chic Louboutin pumps that screamed 'Fuck me' completed her ensemble. Most assumed Doris was a quiet home-body who knits sweaters or did crossword puzzles and shared a small apartment with at least one cat. Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, Doris lived in a very nice townhouse on the river. It was elegantly decorated, very comfortable, and she preferred dogs to cats. Doris had made very good investments over the years. She had been fortunate to meet some influential people who had given her direction and guidance on how and when and where to invest and she had done very well. As a result, she had been able to follow her desire to be a librarian but didn't have to worry about financial constraints. It was around 11:00 PM when Doris entered The Regent. It was busy but not packed. Music played and several couples were dancing. Doris' eyes swept the dance floor, the tables, and finally the bar. When she spotted him, a quiet smile came to her lips. Trey was sitting at the bar with one of his friends. Doris strolled to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan. She turned, and in well disguised surprise said, "Hello, Bradford. How very fortunate to find you here." Trey was puzzled for a moment. This woman. This well dressed, dark-haired woman obviously knew who he was but he could not place her. Trey studied her as Doris calmly took a sip of her drink. Finally, recognition hit. "Doris. From yoga. Right?" "You are correct, Bradford." Normally, Trey might had told her she didn't need to be so formal, but he quite enjoyed hearing this woman say his name. "You've change your hair color. I like it!" "It is a woman's prerogative to change things up from time to time." replied Doris. She looked intently at Trey and added, "I like variety. I consider it an essential part of my life." It was hard to tell which of them was the hunter and which the prey. Trey was full of the confidence of youth but Doris had learned when to take control and when to yield. She knew that granting the illusion of submission could be extremely effective seduction strategy. Her desire was that she and Bradford would become lovers this night and, unless she was very mistaken, she had little doubt that would be the case. Doris finished her Cosmo and said, "Bradford, I think you should ask me to dance." "I believe it would be my pleasure." he replied and extended his hand to invite her to join him. "With a little luck", thought Doris, "the pleasure will be ours." Song after song played and they danced the night away, perfectly comfortable in each others arms. Doris was reminded of a similar night many years ago when she found herself dancing with another young man. It had been an unforgettable evening at the beginning of a very memorable journey. --- Doris Timmons was called Doris Timids as a child. She was quiet, unsure, and soft-spoken. And kids being kids, others had tagged her with that nickname when she got to school. Doris escaped by reading. She fell in love with books. All kinds of books. In some ways, the teasing helped her decide on a career path. Doris wanted nothing more than to be a librarian. Her nickname stuck with her until she went away to college. Not that the transition was immediate. It wasn't until she started Junior year that fate and curiosity brought transformation to her life. Curiosity was piqued by both external and internal forces. Doris took a room in a small house located off-campus. She shared it with a couple of girls she became friends with as a sophomore. The rent was cheaper than living in a dorm and it was mostly a less chaotic environment. Mostly, because her roommates were very social individuals. Susan and Rachel dated a lot of guys. Friday and Saturday nights were just part of a regular week for Doris, but Susan and Rachel were out dancing or at parties almost every weekend. Every once in a while, they would bring a date home for the night and sometimes Doris could hear the sounds of sexual encounters through the air vents. It was both taboo and thrilling at the same time for her to eavesdrop on such intimate moments. It probably wasn't what 'good girls' were supposed to do. At the same time, she was mesmerized and excited. Susan, in particular, was a wild child. She dressed in sexy attire. She flirted relentlessly with almost any man she met. She projected a freedom and enjoyment of living that Doris envied. Once in a while, Susan would pick up a copy of Playgirl magazine to bring home. Doris, was properly shocked at this but was determined not to be a stick-in-the-mud about it. One Saturday night, when both Susan and Rachel were out for the night, Doris found an issue of Playgirl sitting on the coffee table in the living room. She ignored it for a while, but then the urge to peek inside got the better of her. She had not expected to react the way she did. Instead of being mortified or morally shocked, she was mesmerized. Her body literally tingled with excitement as she gazed at the beautiful, naked bodies. One young man, a light-complected black male, really caught her eye and she actually ran her hands over his pictures on the pages. Susan and Rachel met men like these in real life. They had been with men like these. Doris wondered if that might happen for her some day. This is where fate intervened. Doris took a very Doris-like approach to the situation. She wanted to learn about intimacy and sexuality. At the time, there was no internet. There weren't a million and one sources of information on every subject known to man like there are now. She found very little in the library at the college in the way of books on the topic. There was however, a new course of study being offered the next semester. It was a Tuesday-Thursday evening class. Her hand actually shook as she signed the form enrolling herself in Human Sexuality. Only a small number of students enrolled. Some of them were Psychology students. There were a couple of pre-med types. Others were taking the class because they hoped it would be easy credits. Doris, on the other hand, was genuinely interested in learning everything she could about the topic. Her professor, Sam Henderson, seemed to recognize in Doris a student with an unsullied desire to understand and embrace what was being offered. Sam appreciated that and sought to nurture Doris, the kindred spirit. Sometimes, Doris would stay after class and they would talk in-depth about the course material, research on the topic, social stigmas, and a host of other things. Sam was intensely interested in Doris and her passion for learning. One night Sam suggested they take the after-class conversation to the student lounge for a drink. Doris, though not much of a drinker, readily agreed. Conversation flowed easily and Doris told her life story. She did not see it as a tale of self-pity, but more a story of delayed discovery, desire to learn and to change, and a drive to perhaps catch up on things she may have missed out on earlier in life. Sam was a willing and attentive listener. Doris was a very genuine and open person beneath her usually quiet exterior. The professor saw in Doris a pupil with a thirst for understanding. This was someone who could be mentored, guided, molded. A protege. Maybe even a research assistant. After several drinks, Sam decided to seize the moment and conspiratorially leaned close to Doris. "I have a proposition for you, Doris, and I'd like you to consider it carefully before answering. I have been wanting to do some of what might be described as 'hands-on' research in this field of human sexuality. There are so many facets that could be explored. Psychological. Sociological. Many in society see human sexuality as a taboo topic. And sadly, much of the learning that takes place, is passed along informally through a handful of commercially driven adult magazines and in scandalous playground conversations from one generation to the next. Not much is done in terms of serious study or training." "Now, I must tell you, there is no budget for this position. This would be for extra class credit. I know you are carrying a very heavy course load at the moment and perhaps we could consider this a replacement for the research paper and final exam. It would be strictly voluntary and you could opt-out at any time. There might be some weekend work involved. If you think you might be interested I think you might find it fascinating and enlightening." "I have already engaged the services of another individual for this work. He's a young man I worked with in the past. Very bright. Very gifted. Very eager. I truly believe the two of you would get along quite well. He'll provide the male point of view but what I really need is a female perspective on the research, the methods, and the learning." "If you think you might want to pursue this, I'd ask you to take a couple of days and..." "Yes, Professor, I would love to take you up on the offer! When would you like to start?" asked Doris. "You sound quite emphatic! That's great." replied Sam. "I would ask you to come to my house Saturday night at 8:00 PM, sharp. A simple dress and white blouse would be fine, if you have those." Doris could hardly believe her luck. Here was an opportunity to work hand-in-hand with a learned scholar in a field she found fascinating. Now, it wasn't a paid position, but this would probably look good on a resume. Friday classes seemed to drag on forever. She spent Friday night fretting about what to wear. She wanted to look professional but not stuffy. After all, she was going to be working on research in kind of a non-traditional field. After going through her sparsely populated closet she decided she did not have 'the' outfit. Saturday morning she talked to Rachel and Susan and they quickly found several pieces of clothing that would work well. The girls were curious about what Doris was up to and whether she had a hot date but she told them she would be engaged in a research project for one of her courses. Discreetly, she left the name of the class out of the conversation. Doris arrived precisely at 8:00 PM and rang the doorbell at Professor Henderson's house. The professor opened the door and invited Doris to come in and join them in the living room at the rear of the residence. The house was beautifully decorated, warm and inviting. Doris followed behind the professor and noticed several sculptures of nudes and a couple of startlingly graphic paintings. "Well, this is the home of a professor of human sexuality." mused Doris. They entered the living room and a young black man rose from the couch to greet them. He was strikingly handsome. He flashed a dazzling smile and introduced himself as Marcus Alexander. He must have been an athlete of some kind. Marcus stood about 6' 2" tall and was clad in dark pants and a white shirt. He was definitely in shape but not overly muscular. Flawless, mocha colored skin, short black hair, a rich, deep baritone voice, and smouldering dark eyes that seemed to look straight into Doris' soul. He was not the man from Playgirl whose beautiful body had made Doris tingle, but he could have been. Doris tried to speak but her voice caught in her throat. Professor Henderson grinned at Doris' reaction and said, "Marcus, this is Doris. Doris, should you decide to grace us with your presence, this is Marcus. He is my other research assistant. You will be working with him." Doris snapped out of her reverie, blushed at her reaction, and extended her hand to Marcus. "I'm Doris. It is very nice to meet you." Marcus shook her hand and the professor told them to sit and chat for a minute or two before walking to a sideboard to pour wine. Without thinking, Doris downed the entire glass. She felt like she needed something to calm herself. Professor Henderson quietly refilled her glass and she drank half of that before catching herself in mid gulp. She looked from the professor to Marcus and they both had smirks on their faces. "Oh, God. I'm making a real spectacle of myself. I'm sorry, Professor. I'm sorry, Marcus." Sam Henderson was nothing if not caring and gracious. "Think nothing of it, Doris. You're a little nervous. That is perfectly understandable. And please, call me Sam." They sat and talked for quite some time. They talked about the challenges ahead. This was a relatively new and controversial field of study. It was not likely they would receive a lot of support from the academic community or the community at large. However, the professor felt it was important and could be richly rewarding professionally and personally. It was, in Sam Henderson's mind, all about a desire to push the limits. Doris asked Marcus how he knew the professor and he hesitated for a moment. The professor jumped in and casually said they had been involved in projects outside university life. The wine flowed freely and Doris became less guarded in her answers. The conversation became more personal in nature. Normally, Doris would have been very inhibited by this but in this environment, shielded as it were, by the presence of her mentor, she divulged a great deal about her private life. No, she wasn't a virgin, at least not technically. She had kissed several boys and even engaged in some light to moderate petting, and there was one fumbling and unsatisfactory incident in the back seat of a car with a boy from high school, but that was pretty much the extent of it. She had a romantic side but had never allowed herself to explore it in real life. She was interested in the topic of human sexuality. It seemed to be something that others felt great ease in expressing - her roommates, for example. She talked about listening through the air vents as Rachel and Susan had sex with their partners. Rachel and Susan seemed to enjoy sex a great deal, she said, and she was envious of them. Finally, she talked about her experience with Playgirl magazine. She felt a tinge of guilt as she confessed she had secreted that particular copy of the magazine in her nightstand and how she spent time staring at the men inside. She blushed when she told Marcus one of the men looked very much like him. The professor asked her several questions. Did she touch herself? If she didn't, did she think she could? Were there any strong religious influences that had shaped her view of sex or sexuality? What were her views on sex or sexuality? Had she ever experienced orgasm? Was she, in her mind, heterosexual or homosexual? How did she think being sexually active might change her life? Did she have any sexual activities she was particularly interested in, enjoyed, or wanted to explore? It was pretty overwhelming. Doris' mind raced. Many of these were questions she had never considered. Masturbation wasn't a topic ever discussed in her family. They were Protestant, of some kind but she was not a very religious person. Sexuality was a foreign concept to her - but one she yearned to understand. Orgasm? Probably not. She was pretty sure she was heterosexual. And, at the moment, she was struggling with the idea of being sexually active, period. Others seemed to embrace it with ease. She allowed as how she might never know unless she broke out of her comfort zone. She was intensely embarrassed discussing these topics in front of her professor and this handsome man she had just met. It wasn't humiliating, in fact, it felt liberating, but she could not look at either of them. She felt as if she would melt into the floor if she did. The Enlightened Librarian Professor Henderson thanked her for being so forthcoming. It was refreshing to find someone that open and honest. Doris was, professionally and personally speaking, a very brave person. Their time together, would be ... enlightening. Marcus went next. His sexual life had been diametrically opposed to that of Doris. In his teens, he had been seduced by one of his mother's friends. It had been thrilling and mysterious and he learned a great deal about pleasing women. The woman was gentle at times and quite demanding at others. She taught him to be charming and attentive and he became very popular with the girls at school. He was not a religious person. Guilt, in his mind, was a weapon wielded by those who sought to control others. He believed in being moral and kind and good to others. That was his creed. He was definitely heterosexual but understood that others could be attracted to the same sex. As he said that, a glance passed between him and Professor Henderson. As to masturbation, he did. And he enjoyed it. He did it on his own, and his first lover liked to watch him get off. He had, as he put it, 'jacked off' in front of other women as well and many of them seemed fascinated that he would do that. It was his opinion that boys masturbated more than girls but maybe that would change in the future. Marcus said that being sexually active was just one aspect of his life that he enjoyed. Through various circles and sexual partners, he had met some fascinating people and he felt that was gratifying. Doris listened intently to the story Marcus presented. She was aghast at the very idea of an older woman taking advantage of a young man. It was unfathomable. She wondered what kind of individual might do that. The woman was obviously a deviant of some kind. And yet, the professor was unfazed by Marcus' tale. That made sense when Doris thought about it. The two of them knew each other and Marcus must have shared that previously. And as for Marcus, he seemed poised and confident. He didn't tell his story as that of a victim, but more as someone grateful to an experienced teacher. It was a curious thing. Doris supposed that she would have been devastated and run off to a convent if such a thing had happened to her. Deciding to leave that topic, Doris' mind wandered to thoughts of Marcus masturbating. She could easily picture him lying in bed with his fully erect penis in his hand. She found herself wondering if he were right or left handed which seemed an odd thing to think about. It was arousing to think of watching him slowly bring himself to orgasm. She was sure she'd be too embarrassed to ogle this beautiful man pleasuring himself. But it was a delicious thought. Images danced in her head. And then she realized the room had gone very quiet. Both the professor and Marcus were bemusedly watching her. They knew, without question, what she had been thinking about. She turned beet red and felt her cheeks burning. She silently wished the ground would open up and swallow her. It was bad enough to entertain such lascivious thoughts, but to do it in front of the man she was picturing naked was mortifying. She wanted to flee. At that moment, Professor Henderson reached out and put a hand on Doris' knee as if to steady and reassure her. "Doris, it is ok. Everybody does that. The mind is our most powerful and sensitive erogenous zone. What you just did was very real and very honest and nothing at all to be ashamed of. I don't presume to speak for Marcus, but I think he might be flattered." Marcus smiled that dazzling smiled and added, "I am. And at the risk of being overly forward, I'm sure I'll do the same for you before our time is done." Doris' cheeks blazed even brighter. But she looked Marcus in the eyes, those dark captivating eyes, and said, "Thank you." 'My pleasure." Professor Henderson interrupted the moment and said, "I would like to try a little experiment with you two. You have already shared some pretty intimate thoughts about sexuality with each other. It has been fascinating to watch your interaction. I'd like to 'push the boundaries' a little more. One of the great social customs is that of dance. I'm not talking about the raggedy jumping around style of dance. When a man holds a woman close and they move in unison to a slow beat, it really is, in my opinion a sexual activity." "I believe humans crave contact - physical contact. It fulfills some type of fundamental need. We hug. We shake hands. We pat each other on the back. I contend that 'touch' is an essential element of the human experience. Yes, we touch family and friends, but touch plays a vital role in the sexual aspect of our lives. "So here is what I propose. Marcus, if you would move the table from the middle of the room, I'd like to put on some music and have you two dance. Doris, I can assure you that Marcus is an accomplished dancer. I've seen him in action. You will be in good hands." Doris thought she noticed another 'moment' pass between Marcus and Professor Henderson, but the moment passed and Doris rose to take the wine glasses from the table. Slow, contemporary music filled the room. The floor was open. Professor Henderson brought yet another bottle of wine and filled all the glasses. A toast was proposed. "To the expansion of understanding. To the wonder of exploration. To the upsetting of apple carts and the toppling of barriers. To the delights of the human experience." Glasses clinked. Doris took yet another large drink and composed herself. She was very much outside her comfort zone but she was convinced that it was all in the name of a rich learning opportunity. The professor's methods were new to her and certainly unorthodox but, to quote her mother, 'you can't bake a cake unless you break some eggs'. She wasn't at all sure this situation was what her mother was thinking about when she said that, but it seemed appropriate. The professor took her glass and Marcus extended his hand to invite Doris to dance with him. She didn't know the name of the song that was playing, neither did she care. Marcus moved with grace and flair. The wine left her feeling giddy. Or maybe that was Marcus. Or maybe both. It didn't matter. This gorgeous man had her in his arms and she was enchanted. One song after another played and the world outside seemed to disappear. Once again her mind wandered to images of Marcus, naked. The thoughts of running her fingers over his body like she ran them over the man in the magazine excited her. He was strong and handsome. Vision after ever more intoxicating vision whirled in her mind. That chest. Those arms. Powerful legs. Touching. Stroking. Caressing. Yearning. And then she realized the music had ended. Marcus still held her. He gently swayed them back and forth. Her hand was on his chest. Her head leaned against her shoulder. Her pulse raced. Her breathing was shallow. Her body felt as if it were on fire. She was aroused like never before. And this time, the embarrassment was too much for her. "Oh, god, Professor! I'm so sorry. I think it must be the wine. I drank too much or I drank to quickly or I don't know what I did but I have to go, now." Professor Henderson started to tell Doris that it was all fine, that she had done nothing wrong. This was exactly the type of experience needed for the study. Yet, Doris was overwhelmed. She thanked Marcus for the dance. She thanked the professor for the opportunity, but then she said she didn't think she would be able to continue. She scurried to the front door, showed herself out, and fled. Marcus asked if he should go after her but the professor motioned for him to stay. "No. She'll be fine. Frankly, that went better than I could ever have imagined. She doesn't know it, yet, but she is an amazing young woman. All it will take is a little time. I have an eye for these things." On the other side of campus, a bewildered Doris stumbled into her the house and locked herself in her room. She would have described her state of being as disoriented but she wasn't sure that even began to summarize the situation. She was shocked at her own behavior. Typically, she drank very little alcohol and yet here she'd allowed herself to get tipsy on too much wine. For the love of god, she talked about things she would normally never talk about in a million years. She had divulged details about intimate facets of her life known to no other people on earth. She was mortified at what Marcus and Professor Henderson must think about her. What should have been a wonderful opportunity now looked to have crumbled in her hands. She simply could not face Professor Henderson again. Monday morning she would withdraw from Human Sexuality. In fact, she might withdraw from college altogether. Doris buried her head in her pillow and wept. Sleep eventually came, but it was fitful. Sunday arrived but Doris stayed in her room. She tried to study but could not concentrate. She thought about going for a walk but wasn't sure she could face her roommates if they were to ask questions. So she lay in her bed with the covers pulled up to her chin and tried to make sense of what had taken place. The doorbell rang. She heard the front door open and close. Then there was light knocking on her bedroom door and Rachel telling her there had been a delivery for her. Doris said she wasn't feeling well and to leave whatever it was by the door but Rachel persisted. "I think you might want to see this." Doris pulled herself out of bed, made her way to the door, and sheepishly she peeked. Both Rachel and Susan were standing in the hall. On the floor in the hall was an enormous bouquet of roses. Doris was dumbfounded. The girls grinned from ear to ear and Susan asked who the flowers were from. Doris assured them the flowers must have been delivered to her by mistake as she pulled open the envelope to read the card inside. 'Doris, you were magnificent! I could not ask for a better pupil. Thank you so very much for your openness and honesty. See you in class Tuesday. SH' "Well...???????", inquired Susan. Doris had no response. She was sure she had made a huge mess of things. Yet here in her hand was a card from the professor saying she had been magnificent. Magnificent? Never. Moronic, maybe. She was more confused than ever. Without a word, she simply backed into her room and closed the door leaving her puzzled roommates to puzzle even more. The week flew by. Doris remained enrolled in all her classes but the inner turmoil played on her mind every day. She wanted to know a bigger world. She wanted to embrace the things of which the professor spoke. But this was very new and very scary for her. It was not until Professor Henderson called Saturday afternoon did Doris make up her mind that could overcome her trepidation. The professor asked her to arrive again Saturday at 8:00 PM. Dress would be casual. And yes, Marcus would be there. Doris was punctual and arrived precisely at 8 PM. The professor greeted her warmly and thanked her for coming. They went to the living room and Doris was somewhat disappointed that Marcus was not there. Maybe he was running late. Doris sat on the sofa and the professor offered to bring her a drink and she accepted. She reminded herself not to get tipsy, but she was also of the opinion, she might need something to calm her nerves. Professor Henderson joined her on the sofa. "Doris, I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things to start the evening. I wanted to promise you a couple of things. At any time, you have the power to decide what will or will not take place. And if you will let me, I would like to show you how amazing the world of human sexuality can be." "You remind me of me. That is one of the things that drew me to you in the first place. I believe we can be very good friends - beyond the world of academia. I am not a very traditional person. I was. But I was not happy. So I changed my life and my circumstances. It has been enriching in many ways and I like to share what I have learned with others. You have shown a very genuine desire to understand sexuality. If you trust me, I want to help you explore and discover. Shall we begin?" Doris gulped her drink and nodded her head. Professor Henderson took her by the hand and led her another room at the rear of the house. The professor opened the door and motioned for Doris to step inside. The transformation of Doris had begun. Marcus stood waiting for them. He smiled that dazzling smile. His gaze seemed to capture Doris and control her. And he was naked. His member wasn't massive, necessarily, be he was well endowed. His body was all that Doris had imagined. He was beautiful. He was tall and toned and so handsome and she had no idea what to make of the situation. The door closed behind her yet she knew she could leave at any time. "Doris, one of the most powerful lessons you will learn is about submission. There are times when you may decide to submit to your desires. You may decide to submit to the will of others. But you may also have others submit to you. Tonight, you will submit to my directions and Marcus is to submit himself to meeting your needs. He is extremely gifted in sensual arts. This is about pleasure. Do you understand?" "Yes, Professor, I understand." "I was about to say let's not stand on formality. But tonight, in this room, I want you to call me Mistress Samantha. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress Samantha." And with that, Professor Samantha - 'Sam'- Abigail Henderson slid her dress from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then she knelt to take Marcus' stiffening cock in her mouth. She wanted him to be nice and hard for Doris. --------- Back in The Regent, there was a break in the music. Trey escorted Doris to the bar and they sipped their drinks and made small talk. For whatever reason, Trey, who was normally very confident was unsure how to proceed. Doris made it easy for him. She put her hand on his cheek and brought him close before whispering, "I am going to be quite forward, Bradford. I would very much like you to come with me to my home. You are a beautiful man and I have wanted to be with you since the moment you entered our little yoga class. I want to see your body. I want to feel you. I want to taste you. And I want to do it now." For emphasis, she placed a hand on his inner thigh and stroked gently. "I don't have a car here. I ride a motorcycle." gulped Trey. "That will be fine. I'm sure we can manage. Hurry." was Doris' response. Minutes later Trey rolled up in front of the The Regent. He hopped off the bike and Doris asked if he could do a quick favor for her. Her slimline dress had a full-length zipper in the back and she wondered if he could undo it from the hem so she could move a little easier. He was quite happy to oblige. With the zipper released, Doris pulled the dress up a bit so she could mount the motorcycle. When she did, she gave Trey a glimpse of her thigh-high stockings with the sexy little bows at the back of her thighs. Doris let him stare, longer than was 'proper', then suggested they be on their way. As they rode, Doris snuggled tight to Trey. Her hands caressed his chest, his hips, and his thighs. She worked her way inside his shirt and tweaked a nipple between her thumb and fingers. Then slowly, she slid he hand down the front of his pants, and groped his cock. He became hard almost instantly. Doris stroked and teased. He had to be eight or maybe nine inches in length. He would fill her pussy completely. Her nipples were hard and she was wet in anticipation of what was to come. "Unless you want us to have an accident, you better cease and desist until we get to your house." Trey shouted to her above the whine of the engine. Reluctantly, Doris wrapped her arms around Trey's waist for the rest of the trip. However, she was now fascinated with the idea of making him cum as they rode along on his bike. She would have to save that adventure for another time. The door to her home had barely closed and they were on each other driven by animalistic passion. Trey kissed her for the first time and Doris kissed back with as much passion as she could muster. He tasted like Scotch. Their hands roamed frenetically across each others body. He fondled her ass and spanked her lightly on one cheek. Doris moaned slightly, and again, she raised one eyebrow. She hoped this would turn out to be an even more interesting night than she had planned. Trey roughly spun Doris and pinned her, face first, against the wall. He groped and fondled her breasts. His hands worked up and down her belly and thighs. Then he undid the zipper on her skirt the rest of the way and pushed it to the ground. Doris was panting. She wanted him to take her. And to take her - now! When Trey started to undo the buttons on her blouse, Doris spun back to face him and said, "Stop." Trey looked confused and startled but then Doris added, "I want to you tear it off! I want to hear buttons falling on the floor!" Never had Trey met a woman like this. He had known a couple of girls who were pretty passionate but this appeared to be taking things to a whole new level and it was very exciting! He grabbed Doris' shirt close to the collar and tore it open. Buttons flew and she stared at him wild-eyed. He wasn't completely sure, but he thought she may actually have cum. Her breathing was ragged. Sweat glistened on her body. "God, yes!" she exclaimed. Doris was clad in a matching corset and panties and of course, the stockings. Trey took it all in. This woman was gorgeous and he had every intention of fucking her brains out. With his left hand he grabbed Doris gently around the throat. With his right hand he pulled down the top of her corset and freed her breasts. They were fabulous. Beautiful pink nipples were just begging to be sucked. Trey dove in, licking and sucking and taking those nipples between his teeth. It seemed like the more roughly he treated Doris' nipples, the more excited she became. Next he slid a hand inside Doris' panties. She squirmed and wriggled as he ran his long, slender fingers up and down. He found her clit and rubbed quickly back and forth. She went weak in the knees but he still had her pinned against the wall by the throat. "She looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Bradford, I want you to eat me. Now!" He knelt in front of her and pulled down her panties. Her hair was trimmed into a neat landing strip. He could smell her excitement and now he wanted to taste her. Slowly, he licked up and down her puffy lips. Then he found her clit and drive his tongue against her. Doris whimpered and groaned with delight. Then she slung one leg over Trey's shoulder to give him easier access to her sex. He slid two fingers inside to finger fuck her while he energetically licked her pussy. Doris started to lose her balance but Trey refused to let her slide down. With his mouth and fingers he urged her on. She was going to climax and he was going to make sure of that. "Oh, god! I'm going to cum!', she groaned. And she did. When her orgasm hit, Doris' entire body went tense. She quivered. Muscles in her pussy squeezed down on Trey's fingers. She clutched at his head and held him tightly against her and she shook as spasms crashed through her body. When she had recovered, Doris slid her leg off Trey's shoulder and stood before him. He stood as well and they kissed slowly and passionately. Doris took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. Trey started to undress but Doris stopped him. "I like to unwrap my presents." "Well please", responded Trey, "Far be it from me to stop you." Doris unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. She ran her fingers over his hairless chest, then kissed and licked his nipples. Then she tilted her head up to kiss Trey's lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced with each other. Deftly, she unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and knelt before him, pulling his pants and boxers to the ground. He was fully erect and Doris was fully impressed. With a slight grin, she thought to herself, "This is going to be a 'long' night." Her left hand grabbed his balls while her right hand wrapped around his shaft. Then she kissed and licked the head of his penis and finally slid him into her mouth. It was a challenge to accommodate his girth but Doris bobbed her head up and down and she licked and sucked him with great skill. Trey's head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. This woman was very, very good at what she was doing! The Enlightened Librarian After several minutes, she gave him one final suck and pulled her mouth from his cock. Trey looked down at her and she said, "I want you inside me. I want to fuck you. Lie down here on the floor." Trey was not inclined to argue! He kicked off his pants and boxers and lay on the floor. Doris straddled his body and positioned herself to take him inside her. She knew she was wet enough but she wanted to control the pace to let her pussy adjust to his size. "We're going to go gently, at least to start." she told Trey. "I want to savor every sensation as you enter me." In a stern manner she added, "Do you understand me, Bradford?" "Yes, ma'am." he replied. Doris took his cock in her hand and lined him up with the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself and moaned quietly as the thick head penetrated her. Slowly, she moved up and down, each time taking a bit more of his shaft. As she had suspected, he filled her completely. As he body adapted to his size and the sensations, Doris began to move more rapidly. She would pivot her hips and drive herself down onto Trey's exquisite penis. She stared down at him and said, "I want you to fuck me now". Trey responded enthusiastically. As Doris ground and gyrated on him, he bucked his hips up and down. She bounced up and down on his shaft and he growled as he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. Eyes closed, Doris' bowed her head and groaned with deep satisfaction. Trey would alter his pace and angle of penetration and results were intensely pleasurable for Doris. He had amazing staying power. She could sense orgasm approaching but wanted to prolong the experience, if possible. However, this young man and his thick cock pushed her over the edge. Doris grunted. Her body tensed. "Oh fuck, yeah!" she exclaimed and then she shook and quivered. Trey continued to slide in and out as a shuddering orgasm swept through her. Trey had been moaning as well and Doris sensed he was close to the point of ejaculation. She slid off his rock-hard cock, grabbed him with her hand and pumped for all she was worth. "I want you to cum for me, Bradford. Can you do that?" All Trey could do was nod his head. He was grunting softly and could feel the imminent climax building inside him. He looked up at Doris and said, 'I'm gonna cum now!" She pointed the thick head of his shaft at her belly. Jet after jet of thick semen erupted from Trey's cock and splashed against her pale skin. She urged him on as his penis continued to pulsate and quiver. Finally, he lay still, completely spent. Holding Trey's softening cock in her hand, Doris shifted from her position on top of him to lie down. "That was lovely." she purred in his ear. "I hope you don't think we're done for the night." She felt his penis twitch in her hand when she casually asked, "Bradford, have you ever been tied up? I have a few things I'd like to try."