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My Teacher's a Nudist?!

By: MatthewVett



A breeze wafted in from the ocean, ruffling the pages of The Demon-Haunted World. I slipped a bookmark in and set it onto the warm, eburnean sands around me. Waves lazily marched towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate once they reached their goal, their rhythmic susurrus a natural lullaby. The scent of the tropical sea surrounded me with a brisk, briny, clean perfume. In the clear, cerulean waters, two young women played a game of their own devising, the object of which, so far as I could tell, was to fail to hit the ball in such a way that you made the biggest splash and the most noise possible. I sighed.

I had to admit, I was surprised that their nudity no longer even registered as something noteworthy to me. After just a few days at the Kutná Hora Resort, I no longer felt any trepidation at being nude. No longer did I fear the other guests would point and laugh. I had even stopped worrying that I was going to walk outside naked, only to realize I had made a huge mistake and this wasn't a nudist resort after all.

I had decided to travel here to celebrate the end of my freshman year of college, my first year on my own, living as an adult. Growing up, my family had always been inhibited about nudity. Even just to walk from the shower to the bedroom, my parents would first get dressed. I don't think I ever saw my father without a shirt unless he was swimming, and for my mother, bikinis were off-limits. Every trip to the beach came complete with a litany of comments about how cold those poor young women must be, and how their mothers must have raised them, her tone of voice making it clear that she believed the answer to be "poorly."

I had wanted to try out nudism for a while, but never had the chance to. I was too shy to ask my parents while still in school. I didn't want them thinking they had raised a voyeuristic pervert or anything. Asking friends carried the same risk. There wasn't a way to ask a friend, either male or female, that you wanted to get naked with them without opening up myself to myriad rumors.

So I did my research online. I found out the Kutná Hora Resort was just a few hours away. The pictures entranced me. Here were people having fun, walking around, playing games, all without clothes. It looked like paradise. I told my parents I was going to stay with a college friend for a week, packed my unusually light bags, and set out.

The first day had been the hardest, in more ways than one. My teeth tingled the entire drive over, my chest a cold, gaping void. Had I made a mistake? Various nightmarish scenarios played in my mind to the soundtrack of Queen. What if I got caught? What if something happened and they called my parents, telling them they had found me at the nudist resort?

I had never been naked in public before. What would it be like? I wasn't exactly a star athlete. "Lanky" probably would have been the first word to come to mind a year ago, but I was starting to fill out a bit while at college, at least. Would people judge me? What if I contracted priapism as soon as I arrived and it didn't go down all week? Would they kick me out? Ban me? Call security? Set up a guillotine with a distressingly small hole?

After the longest two hours and change of my life, I arrived.

From the front, it looked no different than any other resort. The building was a pristine ivory, its roof dull red. If not for the name embossed in brass letters, I would have doubted I was at the right spot at all. It wasn't until I followed the bellboys inside that it became very clear that this was a clothing-optional resort, and everyone had evidently optioned against clothing. Aside from the bellboys, I was the only one wearing enough to walk through a neighborhood without the police getting a call. I walked to the front desk and checked in. While the employee tapped at their keyboard, I observed as discreetly as I could.

Everyone looked...well...normal. No movie stars. No models. Just regular people, indistinguishable from those I had left behind at home except in dress: fat, skinny, young, old, white, black, Asian. With my sunglasses concealing my eyes, I took advantage of the opportunity before me to people-watch. Most of the guests were either children or middle-aged, but there were a few young adults that were about my age.

I drank them in. Eighteen years of seeing fewer breasts than elephants in real life crashed into the dirt and exploded into ashes. Small breasts and large melons, pert tits and drooping hooters, ta-tas and bazongas, sweater puppies and air bags, all of them parading before me.

"Your keycards, sir," interrupted the desk clerk. She explained some details, including the fact that a tour that would be starting in just twenty minutes, and pointed me towards the elevators. I left the lobby and entered the elevator with a statuesque black woman. I prayed that she wasn't telepathic as I cast sidelong glances at her bare and buxom bosom and the swelling curves of her tight, firm backside. All too soon, she reached her floor and exited. I soon did the same.

I unlocked the door and entered. After I unpacked what little I had, I checked out the room. Everything was unusually usual. Same bath, same bed, same television and cough I had come to expect from this sort of place. From the window I could see the entire resort below me. Like tiny, naked homunculi, an entire hotel's worth of humanity scurried about, swimming in the pools, lounging on the beaches, and walking across the lawns. I checked the clock. The tour would be starting soon.

I stripped down to a pair of trunks and stepped outside my room. It was odd walking through the halls, seeing naked men and women passing me by, but each staring guest I passed further reminded me that I and my swimsuit were the odd ones.

There were four or five others waiting for the tour. Two of them had elected to stay at least partially covered, although one of the women had gone topless. The others had already decided to do as the Romans do.

We passed by the pool, the beaches, the restaurants, the courtyard, and the games area while our tour guide described how much there was to do and see. I was mostly interested in what there was to see. Everywhere, people were naked: eating naked, sunbathing naked, swimming naked, and playing chess naked. I was just glad I had my swimsuit to conceal my tumescent cock. "Women! Naked women!" it screeched at me.

Soon the tour ended. Our guide walked off, and the other tourists scattered in ones and twos. I was alone. Nothing left to do but bite the bullet.

I went back to my room to disrobe. I slid off my left them on the bed while I stared out the window at the pool and the naked men and women around it, swimming and sunbathing. It looked like a safe enough place to start. I could always jump into the water or tan on my stomach in case of any emergencies.

I grabbed a towel and my keycard and walked to the door. With a final, deep breath I opened the door and walked out into the empty hallway nude. I was officially naked in public. The door closed and locked behind me with a deafening click. What if my card broke and I was stuck outside naked? What if I wasn't supposed to be naked here?

I clenched my eyes shut and focused on breathing steadily. Everything was fine. It was alright to be naked. No one would screech at the sight of me. Without my clothes, I wouldn't even warrant a second glance.

I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. The contrast of the luxurious brass and mirrors of the elevator with my own primal state of nudity was ludicrous. I felt like a streaker in a stately mansion. I chuckled.

The bell dinged on the twelfth floor. I held my towel in front of my crotch, backed into the corner, and lowered my eyes as a young couple entered and turned their backs to me. I looked up. The woman's bare ass was only a foot away from me, plump and firm, jiggling as she shifted her weight while she waiting for the elevator to reach its destination. I tightened my grip on my towel.

The doors opened. The couple left, my eyes locked on her ass as she walked outside. I peeked outside the elevator. Everyone was still naked. No one had told them to put their clothes back on now that I had been successfully fooled into nudity.

I scurried to the pool and sat down on an available chair with my towel on my lap. Next to me, an older man tanned in the sun, his flaccid penis drooping between his legs. I looked around. Everyone was in a similar state of apathetic and unashamed undress. Here and there, a top or bottom might be found, but by and large people preferred their birthday suit to anything else. And despite it all, everyone was acting as though it were perfectly normal to be naked in public. Perhaps it was. Confident that my reaction from the elevator had subsided, I stood up, flung the towel onto my chair, and leapt into the pool.

The cool water enveloped me. I had never swum nude before. It felt...freeing. The novel sensation of swimming without trunks, the soft, silky pressure of the water directly against my crotch, was invigorating. I felt natural, I felt primal, I felt, well, naked. I was exposed, I was vulnerable, but I was exhilarated. I felt a connection to millennia of ancestors who swam without suits, naturally, just as I was now. I swam a few laps, passing by my fellow nudists, none of whom gave the naked man grinning like an idiot a second thought.

I climbed out and lay down on my stomach, keeping my legs pressed together. The sun evaporated away the water from my back, and soon, I began to feel its heat. What would have been idyllic with a gentle breeze soon became uncomfortable otherwise. It was time.

I turned over, my dick out and visible. No one cared. No one turned and looked. No girls suddenly fell to their knees, in awe of my massive manhood, kowtowing before me, begging to be allowed to carry my heir. No one giggled and whispered to their friends, wondering what bravery it required to dare bare such a miniscule member in public. Here I was, having just done the most daring thing of my young life, and I was invisible. I stretched out, smiled, and watched.

I felt like a visitor from another world. All around me, innocent women had no idea how they were exciting me, brazenly exposing their most intimate anatomy without any inhibition, displaying their breasts, their pussies, their asses, and their thighs to my sight. Even if they weren't doing it for me I was a happy recipient nonetheless.

A petite-breasted blonde reclined directly across from me. Her eyes were closed and her nipples were covered with small discs that hid nothing else. Her elegant bust barely rose above her chest. Her legs were parted and her pussy exposed, hidden only by a small, flavescent tuft. Her delicate, pink labia lay open to the sun and the sky and to me. My cock stirred, rousing itself to attention, but she didn't notice my leering gaze. My hand ran down my stomach to my thigh before I stopped myself, puffing out my frustration through gritted teeth. Good thing the pool was cold...

After that first exhilarating rush of voyeuristic novelty, as hours turned to days and every woman I met had her bosom bared, breasts soon became familiar. They were still amazing, of course. I hadn't gone mad.

But what was hidden was tantalizing, what was exposed, mundane. With them just there all the time, a constant reminder that evolution loved me and wanted me to be happy, they stopped demanding my interest. They were no longer the first place I glanced. I started to forget they were there waiting for my eyes whenever I got distracted or bored. I was even able to maintain eye contact with the redheaded waitress at the Blue Dolphin with the freckled breasts the size of her head.

In place of that thrill now stood a pleasant satisfaction. I had never felt so relaxed and open and free. All my cares evaporated away in the sunshine. I was a human island, alone with my book. From time to time another soul would pass by and we might chat and talk, and I would sneak a peek or two, but they soon left. I was simply me. I had left behind the Old World and its sins.

"Oh! John? John, is that you?' asked a familiar voice. I lowered my book and turned towards its source before I could fully register who it was. Standing over me, her hand to her chest, her eyes wide, was my former high school math teacher, Miss Zhang. My eyes slowly slid down her form. My cheeks ignited as my breath raced out my nose.

Her body was entirely bare, without even a patch of pubic hair to preserve her modesty. She was as smooth and bare as a classical statue, if a bit thicker. Her dark, raven hair tumbled messily over her shoulders. Her full breasts, the object of many a classroom daydream, hung firmly before my eyes, seemingly unaffected by anything as insignificant as gravity, her nipples the color of café au lait. My eyes slowly, ponderously, made their way up to her oval face, her chocolate, crescent eyes, her cheeks with just the slightest touch of plumpness, her mesmerizing lips a vivid scarlet.

My lips flopped about helplessly, my brain failing to send any signals to my voice box. "M-Miss Zhang!" I finally stammered, casting my eyes at her flip-flop-clad feet. At least she was wearing something. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm a regular here. Have to fill my summers somehow," she chuckled. "How are you? I can't believe it's already been a year. Is this your first time here?"

The cold realization that had been dripping inside my skull finally reached my brain. I looked down. My penis lay not only exposed, but tumescent and growing fast. I was naked in front of my teacher, exposing myself to her. In an instant, days of work acclimating to nudism were blasted away before the stellar intensity of the realization that my dick was out in front of my teacher. I spun over onto my stomach, blushing furiously, and buried my face into my beach chair.

"Sorry, Miss Zhang!"

"Sorry?" Her hand lightly touched my shoulder. "Oh, John, it's quite alright! It is a nudist resort, after all. You're expected to be nude. I don't mind. And besides, you graduated last year. You're a college man now. I'm not your teacher anymore. Just call me Vivian."

I opened an eye. She was still smiling. She was still completely uncovered, without any attempt being made to shield her innocent body from my leering gaze. "Are you sure, Miss... Are you sure, Vivian?"

"Absolutely! Now come on, this isn't math class anymore. You're not my student, and I'm not your teacher. We're just two adults having a chat." She tussled my hair and leaned in. "Are you comfortable, John? I understand if this is a bit much for you. If you want, I'll go elsewhere."

I glanced down at her zaftig, sun-kissed body. There wasn't a single tan line to be found. She wasn't kidding about being a regular. "No, I'll be fine. Thank you, though."

"I must say, I'm surprised to find you here." Yeah, I could say the same thing. "What do you think of it so far? Are you enjoying it?"

My cheeks were burning. "Y-yeah... It's really fun so far..." God, what must she think of me..? "I really love..." ...how all the girls have their tits out? "...how freeing it feels."

"I feel the same way," she replied as she sat down next to me. Her breasts jiggled magically, heaving and swaying with minds of their own. The silence grew, opening between us like a bottomless chasm.

"So... Um, how have you been? Are you still teaching?"

"I am. I'm enjoying it still, although the seniors this year aren't nearly as good as your year was. Maybe the AP Calculus class next year will be better."

"Hopefully. 'This too shall pass,' right? Neither the good nor the bad lasts forever."

"So true. It's a shame, though. My job would be so much easier if all my students were like you, John."

I could feel my cheeks warming. My cell phone rang. My savior! I fished it out of my bag and checked the screen. "Sorry, it's my parents. I have to take this," I said, excusing myself. I answered the phone and began collecting my things as I talked. Miss Zhang settled down and spread out in the sun. She just began rubbing lotion into her skin as I left. Had I stayed much longer, I was sure I would have quickly become much more embarrassed.

I went to the Blue Dolphin and ordered steak and mashed carrots, afraid the entire time that Miss Zhang would walk in the door and sit down next to me. It wasn't that I didn't want to speak to her, exactly. It was just that she was so...naked...

I had always thought that would be one for the pro column, personally. Hell, I had masturbated to the idea plenty before. But now that it was real? I was embarrassed. Ashamed. Guilty, even, as though I had been caught cheating on a test. I had entered a new world, and suddenly found myself face to face with someone from my old world. Sure, she looked just like everyone else in my new world, but I knew her from before.

Although...she had been pretty supportive, I realized, cutting into my strawberry rhubarb crostata. Had she really judged me at all? I had been shy, but wasn't that just my own insecurity? I was still new at this, after all. Was I projecting my fears onto her, worrying that my old teacher was judging me, when really, she was just being friendly? It made sense for her to ask questions. And how opposed to nudism could she really be?

I really hadn't expected to have to deal with this this week. I had wanted a week alone, a week of isolation to try out something new. I didn't want to worry about hiding my dick from my teacher.

I went back to my room and spent the night going through old photos of the Math Team on Facebook. It was bizarre to now know just what that tight sweater was hiding, what that black skirt concealed. My hand reached under the sheets. I fondled my cock as I scrolled through photos, my erection slowly rising to life. I hadn't realized how amazing her body was. She hadn't exactly been shy. Her cleavage was a frequent guest during class, and the day the heater broke in the middle of January was still spoken of in hushed and reverential tones even to this day, but that was entirely different from seeing every inch of her bare flesh right in front of my eyes, of actually seeing those perfectly suckable nipples, those enormous, beautiful, bountiful breasts...

My cock throbbed, pulsating in my hand. I reached over to a bottle of moisturizer I had next to the bed and squirted a dollop into my palm. I set up my laptop so I could see the screen well and wrapped my hand around my hot, hard cock, gripping it tightly as I began to slowly stroke myself, rubbing my head and shaft.

I imagined Miss Zhang straddling me, my virgin cock impaling her tight, bare pussy. Her full breasts jiggled as she rode me, her dark nipples hard, her body bouncing wildly, freely, my hands on her hips, guiding her as she moved her pelvis in circles around me. Her body embraced me, engulfed me, greedy for my cum, thirsty for it, insatiably desirous for my manhood and its seed, coaxing me to orgasm.

I didn't last long.

Precum dribbled out of me and down my shaft. My strokes became smoother, more slippery. A warm pleasure grew within me, a deep urge to release. My balls contracted against me. Building higher...higher...higher... My hips bucked. My muscles clenched. My cock spasmed and cum spurted out onto me, covering my chest and stomach in a thin, ivory sheen.

I lay panting on the bed for a while, naked, satiated, staring up at the ceiling. I turned my head. Miss Zhang smiled back at me from my computer screen. I pushed down the screen, worried her image might somehow psychically inform her of my deviance. I got up and walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed.


My Teacher's a Nudist?!



The next morning, I walked down to the beach, keeping my eyes peeled for Miss Zhang. I didn't know what I'd do if I saw her, though. It wasn't that big a resort. I couldn't hide from her for the next few days without staying indoors, and it felt like a waste to visit a nudist resort and stay indoors. I could be naked alone in my room anywhere. Not to mention what a waste of a perfectly good view it would be, I thought to myself as I glanced at the chests of a trio of college girls walking past me, bouncing jubilantly, free of their sartorial shackles.

I never thought I'd be so ambivalent about a naked woman, especially one I had had a crush on for so long. On the one hand, tits. I must have masturbated to the thought of her naked dozens of times without ever really expecting to actually see her naked. Certainly not without a telescope, at least. But yesterday she had stood right in front of me, completely nude, entirely exposed, baring her entire body to me. Those beautiful, luscious breasts, her firm, plump ass, her long, thick thighs, even her shockingly smooth, lovely pussy were all open to my gaze.

On the other hand, she was my teacher. Not only that, she was the coach of the Math Team for my entire high school career. She had taught me calculus. She had driven me to meets. She had presented me with a small plaque for being the team's top scorer. I still had the plaque on my desk at home.

But then again, she was right, wasn't she? I had graduated. We were just adults now, not student and teacher. And adults could have normal, polite discussions, clothes or no...right? I sighed.

The sudden squish of sand beneath my feet interrupted my thoughts. I had arrived. And there, right where I had been yesterday, lay a sunbathing Miss Zhang. Had she chosen that spot deliberately? Did she want to run into me? To see me? To talk to me? She was on her stomach, her buns toasting, her head facing away from me. I could walk away and find another stretch of beach. She'd never even know.

"Hi Vivian!" I said as I sat down on the empty chair next to her.

"John!" She sat up and leaned in to embrace me. Her chest pressed firmly against me. My heart thumped loudly. She pulled back. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well. Are you all alone?"

"Yeah. I usually come with my friend Baoqing, but she's visiting Jamaica with her boyfriend right now. She's expecting a ring by the end of it," she divulged, waggling her fingers. "He's a sweet guy. I think they're a pretty cute couple."

She paused and examined her fidgeting fingers for a bit before looking back up at me. "So...honestly, how was yesterday for you?" she asked, placing her hand on my upper thigh and sending a bolt of electricity through my body. "You seemed a bit on edge, if you don't mind my saying so."

"That obvious, huh? I mean, yeah, it was kind of weird, seeing you all...you know..."

"...Naked? Nude? Indecent? Starkers?"

"Yeah...that... But you know what? We're both adults. There's nothing for me to be embarrassed about," I said, catching a glimpse of her bare pussy. I immediately averted my eyes away.

She picked up a glass next to her, its bottom coated in moist sand, and took a deep sip. "Piña colada," she explained as she set it back down. "I'm so glad you think so. And I'm glad you came back today. I wasn't sure whether I'd get to see you again. You really were my favorite student, John. This last year just hasn't been the same without you in my class. I'd love to stay in touch with you."

"Thanks, I'd like that, too." I looked over at her book's lemon-yellow cover. "What are you reading?"

She held it out to me. "It's called The Teeth of the Tiger. It's a mystery novel. I really love the series. It's about this thief named Arsène Lupin. He's sort of like, if Sherlock Holmes were a thief, and cared a lot more about appearances, and weren't wicked antisocial."

"Sounds interesting."

"If you want to borrow it later this week, you can. I'm getting near the end. Enough people have died, anyway. There's only so many characters left..."

"I'd love to," I replied. "Do you usually read mysteries?"

"When I'm reading fiction, yeah, usually. I'm not a huge fan of the ones where you're meant to solve it before the detective does. I've always preferred older ones like Sherlock or Judge Dee where you're just along for the ride, where there's this seemingly inexplicable mystery that slowly gets revealed to you.

"I think that's one thing that Lupin does really well. You're presented with something that at first examination appears to be supernatural or impossible. You wonder how it could be done, and slowly you find out the solution. It becomes something mundane and ordinary and perfectly comprehensible. I really like that kind of revelation."

"I'll definitely have to check it out. I like that kind of story, too. When stories are too supernatural it just feels, I don't know...cheaty, I guess? Like, I feel that things like magic lower the stakes a bit, if you can just solve your problems that way. Do you read a lot of books like that? Maybe you can give me a list of recommendations."

"Sure thing," she said. She took out a pen and held it above her index card bookmark. "What's your email?" I gave it to her as she scribbled it down, in a form that I would have believed to be too messy to ever read again, but she seemed satisfied with it. "Awesome. I'll send you some of my favorites when I get back to civilization. You can actually find some of the early Lupin stories online. They're old enough to be out of copyright. You'd probably like Judge Dee, too. I don't have a computer with me, though. I try to avoid too much technology while I'm here. I leave all that stuff behind."

She spread out her arms and embraced the sky and the sun's rays. "It just feels so natural and peaceful here. This is how our ancestors were for billions of years. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we have vaccines and the internet and books and stuff, but what benefit does constant clothing really provide? Wouldn't we be happier if it were as least optional? I mean, you don't mind that I'm naked, do you?" she inquired.

"Not at all," I replied, making sure not to let my enthusiasm enter my voice. "I agree, though. It's like, it doesn't hurt anyone, right?"

"Exactly." She flexed her shoulders, arching her back, and, incidentally, thrusting out her breasts. My eyes followed. "Ahh, I think I slept weird. My back's been killing me all day."

"Do you want a backrub?" asked a familiar voice. It couldn't have been mine, though, could it? Surely, there was no way I was stupid enough to offer a naked backrub to my naked teacher while we were both naked. I had hallucinated hearing that. I must have.

"Oh, that'd be wonderful!" She set down her book, stood up, and approached me. I could only watch in silent horror as she sat between my legs, offering her back to me. She reached back and pulled her sleek, black hair out of my way, draping it over her left shoulder. "Ready when you are."

I swallowed. Her backside was just inches from my crotch. Come on, John, you've done this plenty of times. Just never with a naked girl. First time for everything... I exhaled deeply, reached up, and gripped her shoulders firmly.

Her skin was soft. I began massaging her, kneading her muscles with my hands. She yielded to me, leaning back, surrendering herself to me as I moved my hands along her back. "Mmm! Right there," she moaned, as I found a tricky knot.

My cock stirred. I couldn't believe the teacher I had had a crush on all year was just offering her body up to me like this. I pressed the base of my hand against her affliction and patiently worked it out, all to the accompaniment of her constant moaning. "That feels incredible," she gushed, taking a deep sip of her drink. "I admit, I was a little bit jealous of your classmates you were always giving backrubs to."

"You were?"

"Of course. I always overheard them say how good you were. And they were right... You've got some pretty talented hands there, mister. Don't use them for evil."

The thought of suddenly reaching around Miss Zhang's body, of grabbing her full breasts and massaging her into orgasmic satiation until she was left trembling and quivering in my hands darted through my mind. "I won't."

My erection was growing. There wasn't much room left between us now. I felt as though I were strapped to a missile ready to launch, eager to reach its target, its programming overriding my own brain, my own thoughts. "Do it," it whispered to me.

"Can I give you head?" she asked me suddenly.

"What?"

"Can you do my head?" she asked.

"Oh, sure..." My heart pounded, drumming out a tarantella beat. I etched out small circles in her scalp, pressing my thumbs against the base of her skull. Her hair entangled my fingertips. As I freed myself, her scent enveloped me, a floral concoction, dominated by lavender. I inhaled with a hedonistic fervor.

She groaned deeply and leaned against me, her back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. My cock rose and pressed against her backside.

"John?" she mumbled hazily.

"Y-yes?" I stammered.

"Is that you?"

"Sorry..."

She chuckled. "Don't say sorry so much. It happens. You're a man after all. Do you think you're the first guy to have that happen to them in the history of nudism? You're not even the millionth."

"What do guys usually do when it happens?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Just wait it out. It'll go away."

"What if someone sees?"

"Well, usually, you'd just turn onto your stomach to hide it or grab a towel..." She put her hands onto the chair and pushed herself backwards against me, my erection now trapped, nestled firmly between my thigh and her ass. "But I'm enjoying this backrub too much, so if you don't mind, it'll be our secret for now. Is that alright with you?"

"That sounds fine," I said weakly, trying to think of anything besides my cock against this beautiful woman's ass. At least she didn't seem to mind much. She must be really used to this sort of thing. I gazed down her front. With her leaning against me, I had an unparalleled view down her mountainous chest. Her nipples were hard, protruding into the warm breeze. Near the top of her right breast lay a freckle I hadn't noticed before. The wonderful scent of her sun-kissed skin filled my nose.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as my cock throbbed against her. I really needed something new to think about...

"How did you get into nudism?" I asked, moving on to her temples. I never would have guessed it from class. Then again, how would I have? She wore clothes whenever she went to work. It wasn't as though she had shown up one day naked. "Darn, I knew I forgot something! Silly me! Must be because I was at a nude beach all day yesterday!"

"Oh, I started back when I was about your age, actually. Already ten years! I'm getting so old."

"No, you're not. You look like you're still in college."

"Ah, dangerous hands and a dangerous tongue... You are going to be popular. No wonder the girls lined up for your backrubs.

"Well, anyways, I was working at a summer camp as a counselor after my freshman year of college. It was fun. We got to do activities with the kids every day, and the other counselors were a load of fun. That was actually when I realized how much I enjoyed working with kids. If not for that, I'm not sure I'd have become a teacher.

"So one night, some of the counselors drove down to the beach for a swim after the kids were all asleep. We had the beach to ourselves because it was so late, so we decided to go swimming. Someone made a joke about skinny dipping, and then one person's suit came off, and then another's, and it just went from there. Pretty soon everyone was naked.

"It was fun, but for me, it was a lot more than that, too." She turned to the side and looked at me from the edge of her eye, her lips just inches from mine. "When I was younger, I had some body image issues. My mother always said I was too fat for a Chinese girl. She said I had an American body. When you hear that kind of thing all the time, it sticks with you. I never felt comfortable in my own skin. I was always worried people were judging me, thinking I was too big, that I was ugly. I thought I'd never get a boyfriend, that no one would ever want to date me. I went on a bunch of diets, and I always wore extra layers, so no one could tell how big I really was."

She turned back away from me. "But when we were all skinny dipping, I realized that no one cared. I was shy at first. I was the last one to take off their suit. Hell, I had even been wearing a shirt over it at first. But once I did, no one gawked or stared. I felt like my body was normal for the first time since I could remember. I felt normal. I wasn't the fat girl. I was just Vivian."

"You're not fa-"

Vivian stopped me with a raised finger. "Shush, John. I know you mean well, but, well, it's hard to explain if you haven't gone through it yourself." I kept my mouth shut and listened, moving my hands down to her lower back. Sure, she wasn't a stick. She had some meat on her bones and her stomach had a slight roll when she bent over, but she certainly wasn't fat. She had a pleasant plumpness to her. She was zaftig. She'd be perfect to hug and to hold and to cuddle with every morning. Imagine waking up with her in my arms...

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"Well, it was pretty easy to keep it up that summer. We'd go skinny dipping every chance we got, and it was just wonderful. When the summer ended, I was pretty bummed. I didn't think I'd get another chance like that. But then my junior year, I met Baoqing. I mentioned her before, the friend I usually stay with here?

"We took a class together, and we got to talking, and when I mentioned how much I had loved skinny dipping, she told me about this place, and about how she was a nudist. I started going over to her apartment to study, and it'd be my chance to be nude in a safe space. I had a roommate, so I couldn't really do it in the dorms. I guess it sounds weird, but at the time it was my break from the world. I started to feel better about myself. I stopped dieting so much. I became happier and healthier, both physically and mentally.

"And then the next time she came out here with her family, she invited me along. And what can I say? I fell in love with this place. It was just what I needed. I've been coming here ever since. This is my real home, where I can really be myself and feel comfortable."

She sighed. "I hope that wasn't too heavy for you... I've never really talked about it with anyone since Baoqing."

I stopped massaging her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, pulling her against me. "It wasn't too heavy at all. Thank you for sharing that with me."

Vivian embraced my arms, patting my elbow. "Thanks for listening. It feels nice to talk about it with someone."

"Well, I'm always here for you if you want to talk about anything else. I don't mind."

"I might just take you up on that. Your girlfriend's a lucky gal."

"I don't have a girlfriend," I corrected her, returning my hands to her back.

"I don't believe it. No special girl waiting for you back at college? No one to keep you warm during long nights of studying?"

"Nope. Haven't had much luck yet."

"Oh? That's too bad. Well, the summer's a good time for a fling. I'm sure you could find a cute, young girl to have some fun with while you're here."

"It wouldn't feel right. I don't know... I'd rather be with someone I have a connection with. I don't just want a fling."

Vivian reached down and squeezed my thigh, leaving her hand there as she moved her palm in slow circles. "My, my, you really are a man. I'm impressed by your maturity, John. You're doing very well at college."

"Thanks..." I squeaked out. I could feel the heat radiating off my face. I was surprised I had the blood for it, considering where it all was... "Vivian?" I asked, massaging her neck.

"Yes, John?"

"...It's not going away..."

She squirmed a bit, rubbing against my hard-on. I really wanted her to keep doing that... "Trust me, I've noticed... Maybe we should try Plan B." She got up and switched to her seat, turning to look back at me. Her eyes lowered and widened . "Oh, wow. Okay, um, I think you should try a quick swim, to, erm, get rid of that," she advised, her eyes continually raising to meet my own, only to be drawn inexorably back down to my twitching manhood. Was it just the sun, or were her cheeks red? Her nipples were hard, too, protruding brazenly.

"Good idea," I said, standing up as slowly as I plausibly could, enjoying the heat of her gaze on me. The warm sand squeezed between my toes as I made my way into the ocean. I waded in up to my crotch before diving in, washing off my sweat and the warmth of the sun from my skin. I swam out a ways before emerging from the sea. The last thing I needed was to bump into anyone else. When I turned back to shore, Vivian was watching me from over her book. Her eyes quickly darted back down. Her legs were parted, one supine, one at an angle. From the water, she was offering an excellent view, whether she intended to or not. I wished the ocean were colder... This could take a while...

Had she really been staring? Even if she had, it had probably been the kind of morbid curiosity that makes people stare at car accidents. She couldn't have been checking me out. Could she? I shook my head. Did I really think I was going to seduce my teacher? I'm sure she would never talk to me again if I even tried. She just wanted to be friends and stay in touch. Nothing more.

She didn't feel like she was just a teacher anymore. She felt like a woman. I wished I had held onto her longer. Who knew when I'd get another chance? And it felt so right to hold her in my arms and comfort her. We fit together perfectly.

She was also a decade older than me. I was just a kid to her, whatever she said. I wished that I could just know what she was really thinking.

Well, that should be enough to stay flaccid for a while, I decided. I came out of the ocean and walked back to Vivian. The breeze against my wet flesh was chilly enough to give me goosebumps. The sensation against my crotch was certainly interesting, though... It felt so strange to feel the breeze there. I lay down next to Vivian, rubbing my feet against each other to try to brush off the sand I had collected on my walk back.

"How's the water?" Vivian asked.

"Refreshing! A bit cold, though."

Her eyes glanced down to my crotch. "Yeah, I can tell." She held her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, John! It just came out!"

I just laughed. "It's alright, Vivian. It's nice to see this side of you."

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, reading, talking, and taking some dips in the water. She went through a few of her piña coladas, I noticed, which she always ordered with a bit of extra pineapple juice. I stuck to Coca-Cola.

As her glasses emptied, Vivian got touchier while we were talking. Her hand kept finding its way to my shoulder and thigh, lingering there throughout the conversation. I didn't mind, but it did mean I had to take a couple of extra dips in the water. She didn't seem overly opposed either, if her ogling was any indication. Was she flattered? Or perhaps just amused at my hair trigger? Whatever her reasons, I was beginning to suspect she was doing it on purpose.

"John, do you play chess?" she asked, staring off into the distance. I followed her gaze and saw a giant chess board. I had seen it earlier, but hadn't had anyone to play a game against yet.

"Yeah, do you?"

"Since I was a kid. I used to go to chess club every week, but then my parents showed me Searching for Bobby Fischer, and it scared me off chess for a while. I got back into it when I was an adult, but it's hard to find someone to play games with live. Mr. Zook plays, though. Sometimes we'll play a game over lunch. Do you want to play a game?"




My Teacher's a Nudist?!



"Sure!" I could use a bit of a break from reading. "Lead the way," I offered chivalrously, taking the chance to stare at her ass as we walked over, holding my wrist to keep myself from stepping up and spanking it hard.

We arrived just as the previous players were finishing up. The sun was already setting. In another two moves, it was checkmate, and the game was over. They shook hands and walked away, leaving us alone. "You take white," Vivian directed me as we reset the board. "So how about we make this interesting, John?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"How about the loser has to give the winner a massage? A real one. I've got some oil in my bungalow."

"Today's wasn't good enough?"

"Good enough," she said, lugging her queen into position, "but not nearly long enough. Isn't it always?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. How about it?"

I surveyed the board before me: my army against hers. If I won, Vivian would give me a long, slow, luxurious massage. If I lost, I'd be forced to massage her naked body with oil, alone in her bungalow. I eyed my king. Maybe I could just resign right now and skip straight to the massaging part... Then again, how could I turn down a chance to have Vivian massage me, her hands roaming my naked body? Didn't seem like I could lose. Was there an antonym for Zugzwang? "Deal."

Our soldiers were in position. She crossed her arms, propping up her breasts and emphasizing cleavage deep enough for a team of spelunkers to get lost in for days. "Your move, John."

I opened with e4, my preferred first move. Not adventurous, but I was playing for a win, not a flashy game, and I had no idea how strong a player Vivian was. The pawn had more heft than I had expected. Its bottom was weighted. It gave each move an appropriate gravitas. She replied with the French Defense and we moved into the Advanced Variation.

"So we already talked about me. Tell me more about you, Mister College," she said, bringing out her queen early, to b6. She was aggressive, and maybe foolhardy. Only time would tell which. Either way, she wanted to win that massage...

"What do you want to know?" I asked. Our knights rode forwards, galloping towards the clashing of swords and the coming bloodbath.

"Just about you. I mean, I know you're circumcised..." she observed with a smirk. "But how are you enjoying college so far? You're going for statistics, right?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling. She remembered... "It's great so far. I love being on my own. The campus is gorgeous, the food is amazing, I have lots of great classmates. I mean, there's this one kid whose personal mission is to ask the most idiotic question every lecture, but besides him, I like my classmates."

"Oh, a Question Kid. There's always one. 'Uh, professor, by warmer, do you mean an increase in temperature?' What else has that word ever meant in the history of the universe? Ugh. And his stupid, giant backpack... Sorry, I'm getting off-topic. What made you pick statistics?" she asked.

I moved my bishop forward, pinning her knight before her king, hobbling it and keeping it from being a threat. I kept my eyes on the board. "Well, to be honest...you did. I really enjoyed learning it from you for Math Team. I guess I liked how it explained these big, confusing, complex things so well. I started learning some more on my own online, and I found out that I liked it a lot and was pretty good at it, too."

"You were excellent, as I recall," she said. She moved her free knight forward. I castled for protection, bringing my king behind the walls, guarded by an unbroken line of pawns. "A man after my own heart. I guess we both enjoy solving problems. That was what first drew me to mathematics, too. All the confusion in the world could be solved if you just had the correct equations." Vivian began her attack, capturing my pawn.

"Thanks... I can do a lot with it, too. I might go into analysis, or maybe try being an actuary."

"I think you'd be very good at either of those, John." I avenged my fallen footman, capturing his captor. She hoisted up her bishop and mulled over the board. Her hand stroked the piece up and down, rubbing its mitre, caressing its shaft, nestled between her breasts.

"That's playing dirty."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said innocently. She captured my knight and moved him off the board. "So how come no college sweetheart? You're smart, you're handsome, you give amazing backrubs...I don't see anything missing," she inquired, her eyes moving up and down my body.

Bishop takes knight. Si Deus nobiscum... "Check." I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Are there any girls there you're interested in?" she asked, her queen taking my bishop, protecting her ruler and husband.

"A few..." I admitted.

"And have you made any moves?"

"Not really..." I took her bishop with my pawn. Our forces remained equal in strength. No victor had yet emerged. Yet...

"Shy?" she asked. She looked over the board, studying it, before pushing her queen forward to c3, advancing right into the heart of my defenses and threatening my rook.

"I guess..."

"You shouldn't be," she advised me. "Sometimes you just have to make a move and see what happens. No risk, no reward."

"I know, but...I wish she'd make the first move. I never know whether a girl likes me or not, and I don't want to impose on her." I moved my rook out of danger. She castled, giving me an opportunity to move my queen forward and offer a trade, sacrificing my queen for a better defensive position.

She retreated instead. Her queen was too valuable to her future plans. "How could she not? Trust me, a little forwardness can go a long way, even if it's just letting her know how you feel. No one ever won a chess game without taking pieces."

Easy for her to say. If I looked like her, I'd never worry about rejection again. Our pawns pushed forward. My bishop threatened her castled rook. When she saved him, I moved my rook to attack her queen. I had her on the defensive. She was left reacting to my actions, unable to mount a new threat of her own.

How would she react if I made a move on her? What would she do? I thought she was attracted. She was awfully touchy-feely for just a friend. Especially a naked friend. Then again, I didn't have any other naked friends. Maybe this was normal. Was it the alcohol? She was the one who offered up a massage as the prize. Didn't that mean that she wanted more physicality between us? She either wanted me to touch her or to touch me herself.

I watched her move her queen to safety. "What if I make a move and she rejects me? I'm worried it'll hurt our friendship." My pawn advanced another space, offered another queen trade, but again, she declined.

"There's no guarantee it won't, but if you're not creepy about it, it usually won't. If she says no, accept it and don't push her. But what if she's been waiting for you to make a move? Then you'll both be happy."

Was she hinting at something? Her face revealed no clue. And I still couldn't shake the fear that she'd never want to talk to me again if I told her I had a crush on her. Queen to a4, rook to d8. Her rook was running out of safe spaces... "That's true..." Pawn to g4. Her knight fled, threatening its pursuer. I moved my h-pawn forward to protect it, boxing up her cavalry.

"Besides, take it from your elder, you'll regret what you didn't do in life a whole lot more than what you did do. At least you'll have tried, right?" Her queen struck, moving to e2. Suddenly, my entire force was in danger, her queen applying pressure throughout my defensive line. My knight and pawn were both under attack. Only one of them could be saved. She smirked. "Ah, I can't wait for my massage..."

"You might have to wait a little longer," I countered. I examined the board. Her queen was a threat, but it didn't have any backup. Yet... Her knight was contained, mine was defenseless. My king's position was open, its bodyguard scattered in their pursuit of her knight, hers was defended by a phalanx of pawns and a rook. Her pieces were constrained, though, and my pawn was already on the fifth rank. What if I..? Hm... I played out various scenarios in my head, looking for a weakness in my plan of attack, but it appeared solid. But it was risky... I took a deep breath.

No risk, no reward.

I captured her pawn. My pawn's only threat now came from a pinned pawn. She couldn't take it without losing a rook, a prize big enough to compensate me for my knight, should she take it. But instead, she moved her bishop into position, providing a clear line of support between her rooks and threatening my queen. It was time.

I sacrificed my queen, taking her pawn. She looked wary, but the bait was too great to ignore. She took my queen with her rook. I captured it with my pawn, which was now just a single move away from promotion.

My knight fell to her queen. A necessary sacrifice, but one not made in vain. My rook advanced to the back row, pinning her rook, threatening her king with check. Her rook retreated to the safety of her bishop's protection, and my pawn advanced. I removed my pawn and recovered my queen from the graveyard. "I can't wait for my massage," I teased.

"You're a brute," she decried, "sacrificing your poor, loving queen for a massage!" The game's direction was now set by me. She advanced a pawn, giving her king a much-needed path of retreat. But it didn't matter.

"I knew I'd get a new one," I said, taking her rook with my own. "Check."

"That's even worse! Philanderer! Cad! Henry the Eighth Wannabe!" she giggled, taking my rook with her bishop. "Never give up, never surrender! This fight isn't finished yet!"

"Check," I replied, her bishop now among the departed. Her king made its only move. I inched my queen to the right, to the square protected by my long-dormant bishop. "Checkmate."

"Okay, now the fight is finished..." She walked around the board, looking for a possible escape, but there was none. "Alright, you win. Good game, John." I reached out my hand for a handshake, but she pushed it aside and hugged me tightly. Her soft breasts cushioned my chest, her scent wafted into my nostrils. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closely. Her body was warm and soft, filling my arms like a giant teddy bear, filling me with a sense of comfort and security, that all was right with the world. I wished I could fall asleep holding her just like this.

"So when do you want your prize?" she asked me in a low whisper.

I already have it, I thought. "As soon as possible." She pulled back, her hands lowering slightly to my hips. Her eyes met mine.

No risk, no reward.

I leaned forward. Our lips met. She closed her eyes and fell into the kiss, our bodies merging together. My hands gripped her plump ass tightly, pulling her against my swelling cock. Her hand reached up to my chest, running through my hair.

She pulled away. "I-I'm sorry, John. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay, Vivian. I don't mind. Really!"

She paced to and fro, her hands a flurry of activity. "No, no, I'm, I'm a little bit tipsy and..." She turned back to me. "Oh, don't pout. It's not you! I promise. Just...not tonight. Not now. I don't want to do anything we'll regret.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you your reward, okay? We'll talk. I'm in Bungalow 813. Come by tomorrow morning. Let's say, 10 am. I'll be waiting for you, alright?"

"Alright."

"I'll see you then. Goodnight," she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek, and walking off into the evening. My chest ached. I felt as though I had been stabbed in my solar plexus.

I spent the rest of the night in a funk, trying to decipher what it had all meant. Had it meant anything? Had it just been an alcohol-fueled mistake? What did she think she was going to regret? Did she regret our kiss? Did she regret our time together? What was going through that head of hers?

I tossed and turned in bed, trying to deduce her feelings for hours, as though the truth could be solved with the right algorithm. One question dominating my mind: did she like me?

It wasn't until after 1 am that I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I found myself walking down the path to the resort's bungalows by 9:45. It was still slightly cool, the breeze brisk and refreshing, the sun not yet applying its full strength, a few clouds blocking its weakened rays. I worried that every person I walked past knew the lascivious thoughts on my mind. The glances of a few of them made it obvious that my thoughts were having an effect on me already, but I ignored the smirks and raised eyebrows.

I reached my destination. The wooden, green door in front of me radiated intimidation. I knocked and waited. Would she answer? Seconds felt like hours. I heard a click behind the door. I straightened my posture and smiled as it swung inward.

"John!" she beamed, hugging me tightly, her thin, silk robe an unwelcome barrier between our bodies. "How are you doing?"

"Great," I replied, uncertain how tightly to hug her back. I didn't want to scare her off again. Why was she dressed? Did she no longer trust me enough to be naked in front of me? Was she trying to stop any indecent thoughts of mine?

"Come in, come in," she said, waving me into the living room. She closed and locked the door behind me. She glanced at a clock on the wall. "You're early," she observed. Her eyes swung down. "Guess you were excited to get here, huh?"

"Guilty," I confessed. How could I not be? "What's with the robe?"

"Today, I'm your masseuse," she explained. "It would be inappropriate for me to be naked, now, wouldn't it?" I wasn't certain her robe quite met the standard of propriety. It was certainly lovely, a black robe with a crimson cherry blossom pattern, its edges pure white. But even from here, the front of her robe was open enough to reveal that she had nothing under it, the edges of her breasts just barely visible in the wide delta of skin exposed by her loose robe. Her nipples poked proudly through the soft, thin fabric. It ended just a few inches down her thighs, just barely covering her pussy and ass, hiding them from view. A sight that had been open to me for the last few days was now cruelly denied.

"Do I get one, too?"

"Of course not. It's traditional for the client to be nude. Please, follow me, Mister Miller."

She led me through her dwelling to her bedroom. As we walked past the kitchen, I noticed a half-eaten bowl of fruit and a large, white ceramic stein on the table, along with a familiar-looking yearbook. She opened the door to her room and ushered me in. The lights were off. Candles flickered, providing a dim light, suffusing the room with a floral scent. Her bed had a large, white towel atop its red sheets. Would it still be warm from her sleeping body?

"Please lie down, sir," she instructed me. I climbed onto her bed and got comfortable. "Face down..." I sighed and turned over. She walked over to her cluttered bookshelf and turned on her iPod, her robe doing little to hide the contours of her ass as she bent over to do so. I stared, enraptured, as the robe rode up inch by inch, only to stop just short of revelation. Soothing music flowed into the room.

She walked over to her end table, picked up a small bottle of oil, and poured some into her palms. Her nails were freshly painted a dark, wine red. She rubbed her hands together and pressed against my back, her hands moving in long, slow strokes, pressing firmly against me, pushing me into her bed. "Are you enjoying it?" Vivian asked me.

"Mmhmmm," I mumbled into the pillow.

"Good." She moved down my back, squeezing the stress out of my body with her gentle pressure. She squirted some more oil into her hands, and wrapped them around my thigh. I tensed, my balls retracting at this sudden intrusion. Her hands danced around my leg, stroking my muscles. My cock grew against her bed sheets.

I tried to bring my legs together to conceal her effect on me, but she kept my legs parted. I could only imagine her view from behind me, my ass, my cock, my balls, everything exposed and laid bare. She had seen them before at the beach, but this felt more intimate, more vulnerable. I was at her mercy.

Her fingernails pressed insistently against my inner thighs. Her hands pushed against my legs, going deeper and deeper, coming closer and closer to my manhood. Her fingertip brushed against my hard-on. I shuddered. "Oops," she giggled. My breath hissed through my teeth as I clenched the sheets. She traced my shaft, torturously slowly along its length all the way to my balls. I was worried I'd cum right then and there. "Well, someone's enjoying this already," she purred. I could only grunt in response. Touch me, I begged silently. Grab me. Stroke me. Take me.

She walked around the table, standing in front of my face. She leaned over and grasped my arm, her breasts ready to spill out of her robe's open top. I shifted my head, hoping for a peek at her once-again-forbidden breasts, her newly-hidden nipples. But before I could, she was once again upright, pulling my arm gently in alternating strokes. She held my hand in hers, our fingers intertwined. I squeezed, savoring the brief moment before she released.

"Turn over," she instructed. I was still rock hard. She had to know that... I turned over.

She covered her mouth with her hand. "Mister Miller!" she cried. "My, my... I didn't realize..." Liar... She pulled a small, white towel off of her nightstand and covered my lap, looking away. Not that it helped much. If anything, it only drew attention to it.

Vivian placed her hands on my chest and massaged, her full breasts hanging precipitously over my face. If she tripped, I'd probably suffocate. But at least I'd die happy. She held my head, tenderizing my neck by rocking her wrists back and forth. I closed my eyes. "I wish I could enjoy this every day," I sighed.

"So long as you're here, your wish is my command. Is there...anything else you'd like to wish for?" her fingers walking down my chest.

I opened my eyes, looking up into her upside-down face. She knew my wish. It was obvious. My body couldn't keep it a secret. I glanced downwards, then back at her.

"Ahh...I see..." She leaned in against my ear, and whispered huskily, her lips brushing against me as she spoke. "You're not the only one with talented hands... Yesterday, you made your move. Today, I'll make mine. Just lay back and enjoy."

She stood back up. She walked slowly around the bed until she was at my feet. Vivian climbed up onto the mattress with a feline grace, and kneeled between my open legs. She leaned over me, her fingernails just barely brushing against my skin as she carefully grazed against me from my chest down to my thighs and back, her hard nipples caressing me through her robe every time she leaned too far forward.

She sat up and brought her hands to my thighs, massaging them firmly, her hands under the edges of the towel. If she would just move a bit more, just come a bit closer, I'd be in heaven. I was so close to bliss... Please, I silently begged. Just a little closer. But she avoided my cock with a deft grace as her hands caressed everything but what I wanted them to. All the while, her eyes kept switching back and forth from my face to my crotch as she watched my body react to her.

"Are you ready for your happy ending?" she asked.

"God, yes..."

With one hand scratching out slow circles upon my inner thigh, and a wickedly mischievous grin on her face, her hand slowly slid under the towel.

She grasped me tightly. I gasped. The towel began to slowly bounce up and down as her hand stroked my rigid shaft. "How does this feel, Mister Miller?" she whispered.

"Amazing. Don't stop. Never stop," I pleaded.




My Teacher's a Nudist?!



She simpered. "I won't," she promised, looking up at me from her dark, heavy-lidded eyes. "I was fantasizing about this last night, you know. I was laying on this very bed, my hand between my thighs, as I thought about doing this for you. I had the most explosive orgasms..."

I inhaled sharply. She gripped me tightly. "I can feel your heartbeat," she cooed. "You just have such a perfect cock," she said, that last word sending electric jolts through my body. Never had I imagined I would hear her say that word. "Big, thick, hard, smooth..." she listed as she caressed it, her fingertips just barely touching my flesh as her hand moved ethereally under the towel. I clutched at the mattress. "I've been craving it ever since yesterday."

She slid the towel off of me, exposing my hard cock to her. Her gasp settled into a grin, her eyes wide and hungry. She added some more lotion to her hands and held my cock between them. With my cock between her palms, she moved her hands back and forth, moving up my shaft, as well, as though she were trying to start a fire. She started at the base, but soon worked her way up to the head of my cock. Just as I thought I was going to lose control, she took her hands off my shaft, and began to rub my abdomen.

"Vivian..." I whined.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet," she reassured me. She bent forward and locked eyes with me as she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. Her head lowered, taking my shaft inside of it. Her warm, tight mouth enveloped me, her tongue swirling and dancing around my cock.

Her head bobbed up and down. Whatever was happening inside of her mouth was magical. She was pleasuring my cock from every side, every angle, her tongue lapping at my shaft, then flicking back and forth against my tip. Her hands continued to play against my thighs. Her eyes never left mine, her dark, brown eyes boring into my very soul, as though she were worried I'd vanish if she looked away.

My skin tingled. My muscles tensed. No, not yet, I begged of myself. My head tilted back. "I'm about to cum..." A primal groan escaped me as my cock spasmed in Vivian's mouth, my body quivering, my cock pulsating as I came, cum spurting out of me.

Vivian's eyes widened. She gave a muffled cry. Her nostrils flared as she gripped my ass and pulled me into her mouth, refusing to let me escape. She took me in deeper, her lips at the base of my cock. Her tongue wrapped and twisted around it as she greedily drank as much of my essence as she could, as though she were dying of thirst. Her breasts weighed on my thighs. I watched, entranced, as she suckled my manhood until I was finally dry.

She got up and licked her lips, her cheeks red. "Mmmm, that was delicious..."

"Thanks... That was...incredible. You were incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it. Your face is just so sexy when you cum... "I hope those college girls haven't spoiled you yet. I wanted to give you something special. But, um...things went faster than planned..."

I blushed. "You're too good..."

"Flatterer... I think it's just because we fit together perfectly. Your cock and my mouth were made for each other, don't you think?" She glanced down at my wilted penis, soft and moist. "Hold on one moment." She exited the room. A faucet turned on. A few moments passed. She returned carrying a moist, purple facecloth. She crawled between my legs and lovingly cleaned me up, dabbing at me with the warm washcloth.

"No one's ever done that for me before."

"Good. It's always nice to be first. People always remember the first one." Her eyes met mine. "I hope you'll remember me."

"Of course I will, Vivian," I said, sitting up. "I could never forget you."

She dropped the cloth onto the floor and leapt on top of me, her lips finding mine as her hands pulled me towards her. I scrabbled at her robe, undoing her belt. As soon as it was undone, she emerged from her robe, tearing free of it like a butterfly from its chrysalis. She growled and pushed me onto my back, burying her face in my chest, peppering it with strong, passionate kisses.

She chortled as she ran her hands over my body. "I love a hairy chest. That was the first thing I noticed when I ran into you here. ...Well, second thing..." she admitted. She looked up at me. "What was the first thing you noticed about me?"

My face warmed. "I plead the fifth."

"It's alright to say it. It was pretty easy to notice..."

I bit my lip. "Your breasts..."

"I'm not surprised. You were always staring at them senior year. And subsequently covering your lap. Not that I minded the attention much... It's nice to know a young man finds you attractive. I was pretty sure you had a crush on me. Did you?"

Her cleavage rested on my chest, her naked body draped over my post-orgasmic and satiated body. I was still catching my breath. "Isn't it obvious?"

She smirked. "Not necessarily. Don't take this the wrong way, but I certainly didn't have a crush on you. You were just eighteen. You were my student, for goodness' sake. You were cute. And I really did envy all those young things you were always giving backrubs to. I was fairly certain you'd grow up handsome. But I didn't expect anything like this to come about.

"But seeing you here, talking to you...college has been good for you, I can tell." She squeezed my arm. "You're really filling out. You're much more confident. And you're maturing into a fine young man. So my crush is a new thing. But it's already paying off, I have to say.

"Oh, it was so hard to say no to you yesterday. But I wanted to be sure I was making the right decision. I didn't want to be drunk and horny when I decided to do this with you."

"I thought you didn't like me..."

"Not at all! If I didn't care about you, I'd have just jumped you on the chessboard. But I wanted to wait until I was sober and had a clear head before I decided to do anything. And after I woke up this morning, I still wanted to fuck you, so I knew I was doing the right thing." My cock resurrected. She wanted to fuck me?

Her brow furrowed. She shifted the weight of her hips back and forth. "My, my, already? You're insatiable, aren't you?"

"I can't help it with you around. Didn't you learn that yesterday?"

"I did," she groaned, climbing up my body so our faces were even. "Do you have any idea how distracting your dick was? I really wanted to just turn around and take care of it for you right then and there." I could feel her hot, moist crotch against my body.

I flipped her over and pulled her chest against mine. I reached down between her legs. "Let me take care of you, then."

She gasped loudly as I touched her smooth, soft pussy. She was dripping wet. I slipped a finger between her lips, tenderly petting her clit. She moaned my name. "Jonathan..." My hard cock pressed urgently against her thick thigh. Her mouth opened, her breath was deep and heavy. Her eyes clenched shut as I breathlessly fingered her.

I cupped her breasts. Her nipples were hard and puffy. Her breasts were soft and pert. I bent over and took as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, slowly letting it out, grazing my teeth against her flesh, holding onto her nipple and sucking it, before finally releasing her from my lips. Her breasts felt perfectly ripe.

Vivian kissed me. I pulled her head towards me, our tongues meeting and mingling. Our lips pressed together with a desperate urgency. Her thighs clenched together as a muffled moan tried to escape her lips. Her body quivered at my touch.

She finally pulled her head away with a wet gasp. She reached down and grabbed my stiff cock with a low, deep moan. She gazed deeply into my eyes. "Is this your first time?"

I nodded.

"Good," she hissed. She straddled me, my erection standing just in front of her. She took it in her hands, fondling it carefully. Her fingers ran over every bump, every vein, every detail, as though she were memorizing its shape. "I want you inside me," she said, with the softness of silk bed sheets at night and the warmth of hot chocolate after a long winter's day. She raised herself up and placed the red, swollen head of my cock against her lips, rubbing it slowly along her vulva, her lips parting for me, her juices leaking onto my cock.

She slid down my shaft. I stared, lignified, as my cock vanished into her body, inch by inch. "Ahhhh," she sighed as she engulfed me. Her eyes rolled up as she began to rock back and forth, her pussy gripping me tightly, her muscles clenching around me, her breasts heaving. Her fingernails clawed against my ribs. "You fill me up perfectly, Jonathan. It's like we're made for each other. Think you can last longer this time?"

"I think so."

"You better..."

Her sleek, dewed body undulated as she rode me. The woman who had once taught me calculus was now taking my virginity. Every time I had fantasized about her was suddenly becoming reality. Her pink lips hungrily enveloped my cock. She circled her hips around me, locked in place by my manhood inside of her.

She leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, and took my earlobe between her lips, gently nibbling at it as her tongue caressed me. Her hips bounced up and down forcefully, her pussy nearly releasing my cock each time before taking my entire shaft back into her. Her chest lay heavily on my chest, her nipples and cleavage right in front of me, her breasts practically pouring onto my body. Her bare crotch ground against my pubic hair. She moaned with each breath, her voice becoming louder, more primal, more bestial by the minute.

I surrendered.

My body convulsed, my cock pulsating inside of her. "Vivian!" I cried. She moved faster. She knew what was coming. My cock spasmed, releasing my hot cum inside of her as her smile lit up, her eyes gently closed, a suffonsified sigh leaving her parted lips. She rubbed her hands through my chest hair as her body quivered, shaking, trembling, writhing in ecstasy. Warm pleasure left my body, my energy gushing out of me and into her.

She collapsed on top of me. Our hearts pounded heavily, sharing the same rhythm. She rested her head on my chest, my cock still trapped inside of her, my semen dripping out of her.

"Oh Jonathan, that was marvelous."

I kissed her flushed cheek. "So were you..."

She propped herself up and smiled. "Well, I guess you're officially a man now, huh? When do you think you'll be ready for another round?"

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