4 comments/ 51470 views/ 7 favorites Lesson in Love By: LoveMeTender11 Chapter 1 Professor Kwon was the first person I saw when I entered the party room at the Italian restaurant where our class was holding its graduation celebration. We were distance ed students and our professors had come from about three hours away to celebrate with us. As grad students we were a lot more casual with our teachers than we would have been in college, so it didn't surprise me when he greeted me with a hug, though none of the other professors who were there did so. Professor Kwon had been one of my favorite teachers and I had asked him to be my advisor while I was writing my thesis. We communicated frequently so I didn't think a hug was anything unusual. "Still, he is very handsome... nice muscles..." These thoughts ran through my head before I could stop them, but I quickly pushed them from my mind. "Yes, Tessa, and he is also your married professor," I told myself. Everyone was standing and mingling around the long table that had been set up for the dinner. I talked to Professor Kwon for most of the time, but chatted with other classmates when they came up to me. We were all excited to be graduating in about a week, and talk turned to who had lined up jobs, who would be attending graduation, and how final papers were going. Conversation flowed easily between Dr. Kwon and me. I'm shy and find talking to people for long lengths of time to be uncomfortable, but with him I found it surprisingly easy. When we finally sat down at our long table I ended up with him on my left side. Dinner was ordered and served and I found myself growing increasingly confident, making jokes and laughing, and playing with my long dark hair, which is a habit of mine. "Is it me or is there a flirtation going on here? Of course it's just me. Then why is he paying so much attention to me? Stop it, Tessa, you're being ridiculous." I'm pretty clueless in the ways of love. I've had a few boyfriends, but mostly owing to my religious upbringing, coupled with the fact that I've been so busy the past few years with college and then grad school and work, and the fact that, as I said, I'm very shy, I haven't dated in.... too long to remember. Consequently, I was still a virgin. It didn't really bother me that much. I knew how to take care of things myself, and I guess if you don't know what you're missing it's not that big a deal. What bothered me was the fact that I was 25 and it made me feel abnormal to have never done it. As the night wore on, I continued to find myself deeper in conversation with Dr. Kwon. He was in his thirties, tall and pretty fit, and Korean. I have always found Asian men attractive, though there was that rumor that they weren't very... well endowed. Not that I really cared, I mean it wasn't like I was going to be sleeping with him, right? So why should that matter? Then I felt him put his hand on my thigh. My stomach dropped to my knees. My whole body froze, except my heart, which started pounding so loudly I was sure the person sitting to my right could hear it. It was suddenly decision time. I could reach under the table and push his hand away, do the right thing. I could walk out of this restaurant and go on with my life and never see or speak to him again. Or I could see where this leads. I could take a chance for once in my life. I chose door number two. Because I didn't know how else to show my consent, I placed my hand on top of his and laced my fingers with his. He smiled and slowly moved his hand a little further up my leg. I let him. Nobody at the table was the wiser. Thank god for table cloths, right? I was wearing black pants, but even though there was cloth between his palm and my flesh, it felt so erotic. He stopped before he reached truly dangerous territory and removed his hand. "So is that it? A little groping under the table and that's the extent of it?" I wondered. I didn't know what to think, this was completely new territory to me. I resigned myself to letting the whole thing be just a little excitement and forgetting about it. We finished our dinner and everyone continued to chat for a while, but the party was dying down. People started gathering coats and hugging, saying goodbye and good luck, and see you next week at graduation. I bade goodnight to some classmates and some other professors, but found myself wondering what to say to Dr. Kwon. "Should I just go on like it didn't happen, say goodnight, or just ignore him altogether?" At this point I was feeling a little embarrassed. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked up into his eyes. He pulled me in for a hug and I heard him whisper in my ear, "Meet me by the restrooms in five minutes." Chapter 2 I walked slowly to the restroom, my thoughts racing. They were conveniently located in a place where nobody from the party would pass by as they left. Because I didn't want to look strange standing by the door, I went in to the ladies room. I splashed water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I wasn't bad looking, maybe a little plain, maybe a little plump, but I had lovely long dark hair, and blue eyes, and fair skin that contrasted nicely. And yet, looking at my reflection I wondered who I really was. "What kind of person does this?," I thought. "He's my teacher, for crying out loud." And with that, I decided I couldn't go through with any of this, whatever he has in mind, it can't be right. I gave myself a nod in the mirror and headed out the door... and collided with Dr. Kwon. He put his arms around me to keep us both from falling down in the floor and in that instant I didn't care if it was right, I lost all my resolve. I wanted whatever this was, consequences and ethics be damned. "Whoa, sorry about that. You okay?," he asked. No, I am not okay. I have no idea what's going on, the world's gone crazy. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. "I thought we could go to my car and talk, or maybe get a drink." A drink sounded good. Whatever was happening, I was sure it would all make a lot more sense with a little liquor in my system. "A drink sounds great." As we walked to his car, he placed his hand on my lower back. I was so tense I was sure he could feel it. We ended up at a martini bar downtown. It had cozy little tables where conversations wouldn't be overheard. I ordered a red wine and he did the same. I decided I couldn't handle not knowing where this was going. "Dr. Kwon, I'm sorry, but I need to know what's going on here. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm completely confused." He laughed and took my hand. "Please, call me Daniel. And yes, you have always been one to need to know everything and be in control of situations. I noticed that as soon as you became my student. But don't think that I know what I'm doing either. I haven't ever done anything like this. I don't know what it was, but I just felt myself drawn to you tonight." "I felt the same, but I figured it was just a student's crush on a teacher." "No, we have some kind of chemistry, that's for sure. But I don't want anything to happen that you aren't comfortable with. I would hate myself if I made you feel like you had to do something you weren't okay with doing." "I am uncomfortable. I'll be honest; I haven't dated in a really long time. I mean, not that we're dating or anything, but I mean I haven't been with anybody in a long time... actually, I haven't been with anybody ever." I could not believe I had just said that. "You mean you haven't ever..." "Well, I certainly didn't mean to tell you that, but now that I have... No, I've never." I explained to him the circumstances, that I was raised to believe that sex before marriage was a sin and so with my first few boyfriends I never got past under-shirt groping. And then I gradually stopped dating and got really busy with school and work, and I live in a small town where guys are scarce, and plus it was just easier not to bother. I didn't have to worry about rejection or fitting someone else into my life, I could just be independent and free. When I finished speaking, he said, "Thank you for sharing that with me. You really have no idea how much it turns me on to know you're a virgin. But like I said, I don't want you to do anything you don't want." "I want to." I couldn't believe I had said it, but hearing myself, I knew it was true. He looked into my eyes for a long time, and then said, "Okay, let's go." He paid for our wine and put his hand around my waist as we left the bar. We stopped at a store to pick up some condoms. I was happy that he cared enough to get to do this and it only made me surer about what was to come. He asked me where I wanted to go, and I said I didn't know. A hotel, obviously, but I couldn't clear my thoughts enough to even think of the name of one. We were lucky that he was already slated to spend the night in town; because he was so far away it would be too late to drive back. Somehow we ended up at the nicest inn in town, though I didn't remember the drive there. He helped me out of the car and we walked into the lobby. Chapter 3 As soon as we were safely in our room, we both busted out laughing. "Did you see his face?!" "I know!" When we asked for a room, the concierge had a stern look that said, "Yes, I know what's going on, and I heartily disapprove." Still, he couldn't refuse us the room, not with Dr. Kwon's credit card staring him in the face. We continued to giggle for a few minutes and when this subsided a silence fell over the room. This situation had suddenly become very real. I was so excited, but I was also very nervous. "Do you mind if I take a shower?" I asked "Of course not, take your time." I entered the bathroom and was startled by how lovely it was. I had never actually stayed in a hotel this nice. The white tile sparkled and the faucets gleamed. "This is the perfect place to do this," I thought as I stripped down. The shower was huge and I turned it up as hot as I could stand it. The water pressure pounded my tense shoulders. In the shower I found everything I needed. The soap wasn't one of those little cakes, but a full-sized bar that smelled heavenly. I took my time washing and shaving my legs. I also realized that I needed to do a little landscaping between my legs if that area was going to be making its debut tonight, so I did that as well. I was surprised to feel that I had already gotten a little wet. I finished my shower and toweled off, and was pleased to find a big fluffy bathrobe hanging by the door. I put this on, took one last deep breath, and went back out into the room. Daniel had lit a fire in the fireplace and was sitting in a chair by the window, staring out at the mountain view. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked He started and turned around. "Yes, but it's not the most beautiful thing I've seen tonight." I blushed, knowing he was just flattering me but enjoying the complement all the same. He rose out of the chair and walked toward me as I stood frozen with fear and anticipation. When he reached me he held his arms out and pulled me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and breathed in his scent. Soap, number 2 pencils, and something else I couldn't identify... not a cologne, just his own natural scent. It was heavenly. I felt him kiss the top of my hair and breathe me in. "You smell like roses." "It's my shampoo," I replied, not knowing what to say. This kind of romance was so new to me. Yet I knew what was coming next, so I turned my face up to him and he brought his soft lips down on mine. At that point I lost all sense of myself and fell totally and completely into him. When the kiss ended, he asked, "Was that okay?" Was he kidding? Of course it was okay, it was more than okay, it was the best kiss I'd ever experienced. "Yes," I whispered. "And you're sure you want to go through with this. It's not too late to change your mind. We can do as little or as much as you want." "Dr. Kwon, Daniel, I mean, I'm sorry if I don't know how this is supposed to go. You know I'm shy, and so it might seem like I'm unsure, but believe me when I say that I am absolutely sure about this. I want this. I want everything, as much as you will give me. I want you. I..." I trailed off, surprised at the intensity of my words. He smiled and his only response was to lean in and kiss me again. There was a sofa in the room and without breaking the kiss, he guided me over and lowered us onto it. He pulled my legs up on his lap and leaned over my body. His hands began around me but as the kiss intensified his left hand started to roam up and down the length of my side. My robe was slowly coming undone and my breasts were nearly exposed. I kept my hands on his sides at first but then I felt safe enough to move them around, to feel his body with my palms and fingertips. He moved his kisses to my neck and collar bone and then placed one hand inside my robe and cupped my breast. This caused us both to softly moan. I became aware of a sensation on my thigh, a pressing I had not noticed before. It was his hard on, I realized with amazement. He's actually as excited about this as I am, I guess; but not as nervous, surely. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't think I could get a hand between our bodies. I contented myself with unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it from his shoulders. I ran my hands over his muscled arms, his broad shoulders and his back, marveling at the soft skin. All the while he was kissing me and caressing my breasts. I suddenly felt him softly pinch my nipple, and I nearly screamed. My breasts have never been all that sensitive, I didn't think. Other guys had felt me up, and yeah, it was nice, but I knew it was more fun for them than it was for me. But this was different. I began to tremble with pleasure, my self-consciousness flying right out the window. "Want to move to the bed?" I whispered. Chapter 4 Rather than answering, he rose off me (my eyes went immediately to his crotch and confirmed my suspicions) and then lifted me into his arms. He placed me on the bed, still in my disheveled robe, and straightened back up. His shirt was already off, thanks to me, so he moved his hands towards his belt. "This is it," I thought, "I've never seen a cock in real life, and I'm about to." I'd seen penises in movies and in my Human Sexuality textbook as a psychology major, but never in person. "May I?" He looked as surprised as I felt at my boldness, but the idea obviously pleased him. I sat up on the edge of the bed and he walked over to me. My face was about at stomach level and I brought my hands slowly up his legs to his belt. I unbuckled it and then went for the button and zipper of his pants. Such was my anticipation that I pulled down his pants and boxers together. "Yeah, whoever said that thing about Asian men being small has never met this guy," I thought. I'm not sure what my facial expression was, but it made him laugh. "You look totally mesmerized." I forced my eyes to move up to his face. "I am. I've never seen one in person." "Well, we're happy to be your first. I hope you find it satisfactory." "Yes, it looks... great?" How does one complement a man's package, I wondered? "Big, it looks very big, actually." I realized that if this thing was going to be going in me, it would probably hurt. But I couldn't muster up any real fear at this point, I was too excited. "Do you mind if I... touch it?" He laughed in response, and took my hand. He placed my hand on his cock and then released it, leaving me gripping it. I marveled at the texture of the skin. I don't know what I was expecting but it was both soft and hard and smooth. I took the liberty of stroking my hand up and down slowly and heard his intake of breath. Must have felt good, I hoped. I ran my thumb softly over the head and he moaned. "You sure you've never handled one of these before? Seriously, you better stop if you want this to last very long. I'm a well practiced man, but I don't think I've ever been this turned on. It makes me feel like a teenage kid again." He removed my hand from his cock and laced his fingers in mine. He brought his lips down on mine again and moved his body over me, guiding me back onto the pillows. As he lay on top of me, I felt that which I had just caressed settle between my legs. It made me tense up again, wondering if this was the moment, and he felt me go rigid. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, just still a little nervous I guess." "Your nervousness is normal. I promise I will make this as enjoyable for you as possible. Can I undo your robe?" I was suddenly filled with fear. Nobody had ever seen me completely naked before... perhaps the surgeon who removed my appendix, but then I was unconscious for that. I had never even been to the gynecologist. Still, I knew this was coming, didn't I? I resigned myself to giving myself over completely and nodded. He ran his hands up my legs to my waist and pulled the tie until it came undone. Then he slowly pushed the robe open. It was warm in the room because of the fire, but in that moment I felt chilled and exposed. He smiled as he took in my body. "Beautiful," he said again. He moved over me and lifted me up so that he could take my arms out of the sleeves and toss the robe aside, and then settled beside me. Now there was nothing between us, nothing hiding us from each other. I stared into his eyes, feeling every emotion at once. He kissed my lips and then asked, "What do you want to do?" I was sure I didn't know, and told him as much. "I don't think you're ready for intercourse yet. I mean, I think you will be tonight, but what I mean is that it's likely to be somewhat painful and the best way to ease your discomfort is for you to be as lubricated as possible. I could help you with that." "Whatever you think is best. Like I told you, I want everything you want to give me tonight." "Okay, then" He leaned in and kissed me again but began moving his hand down the side of my body until it settled on my hip. Then he began moving it forward. I knew where he was headed and it made me tense up again. My knees were bent and were still closed at this point. "Spread your legs for me." The order was tender and I was surprised at how much hearing him say these words turned me on. I obeyed. I felt his fingers touch me gently. They were slightly cool against my warm flesh. He stroked the outside lips, up and down slowly, occasionally pulling gently on my pubic hair. Then he spread the labia with his fingers and probed between them. At this point, I couldn't kiss him anymore so I broke the kiss and just held on for dear life. I whispered my moans, afraid to let go completely yet. He continued to stroke me for a few minutes. Surely I was wet enough by now, right? Not quite yet, it seemed. Unexpectedly, he removed his hand. He rose up off the pillow and crawled down towards the end of the bed. "Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?" I wondered. He was. Up on his knees now, he positioned my legs so that my knees were bent and my thighs were far enough apart for his head to get in between. I was not sure I was ready for this. "It's so intimate, so personal. His hand I could take, but his mouth?" But before I could think about it, his lips were on me and I stopped thinking completely. "Oh my god, I've never felt anything like this," I thought. I've heard that some men have trouble finding the clit, but he obviously was well aware of where mine was. He used his tongue to lap up and down between my lips, to tickle my clit, used his lips to suck. When he stopped for a moment, he said, "It's okay to moan, I know it feels good." He was right. I began to moan, to let him know that what he was doing was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. When he slipped a finger inside me, I lost control completely and had my first orgasm with another person. Lesson in Love Milly Cooper rolled over in her bed, feeling frustrated and not at all tired. Her frustration came less from her insomnia and more from her husband. Jared was snoring peacefully beside her, having dropped off only minutes after filling her with his cum. Their marriage was a happy one. For the most part. And their sex life was fairly active. At least for Jared. But for the past few months Milly had become more and more unsatisfied with their lovemaking and she didn't know why. She and Jared had never slept with anyone else. They were high school sweethearts and had promised to save themselves until they were married. Having both come from fairly conservative backgrounds, neither had learned much about sex and therefore didn't know what to expect. The result was that poor Milly had never had an orgasm in the two years of her marriage and it was starting to take its toll. She just assumed that the sex was over as soon as Jared came and that the pleasurable feelings preceding that was all she got. Milly didn't blame Jared, she knew he was as naive as she when it came to sex. She still loved him deeply and knew he loved her too. Never once did she ever suspect him of being unfaithful and she didn't entertain such thoughts for herself either. But she was so horny she wanted to scream. She sighed to herself and rolled over again, hoping the activity might miraculously put her to sleep. "You ok, honey?" Jared was looking at her, concern in his tired eyes. "I'm all right," she lied. "Go back to sleep." He reached up and stroked her cheek. "Milly, you can tell me. What is it?" Damn. He always could tell when she was lying. "I... I really don't know," she said. "I just feel... I don't know." She lay there, feeling her embarrassment at the situation rise. Jared waited patiently. "It's just that you always seem satisfied after... well... and I... don't." Milly looked away, unable to look at the pain she knew she'd caused. "Am I doing something wrong?" he asked. "No, you're great. It's just me. I'll work it out." She turned back and kissed him, then said, "look, go back to sleep. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." Then she rolled over, hoping he'd let it drop. After a few minutes she heard him snoring again, then cried herself to sleep. *** The next day, Milly busied herself with household errands. At lunch she and a few of the other neighborhood wives got together for their book club. After a while the conversation between the women drifted from their reading and into more sexual areas. Milly was surprised at how openly the others were talking about sex, then realized that this was probably standard and that she had just been tuning it out up until now. Still feeling uncomfortable with discussing such subjects in public, she tried her best to distract herself. Unfortunately her dissatisfaction with her own sex life made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Most of the other women had the same trouble she did, their husbands left them wanting more. Milly was shocked as she heard that some of them contemplated having affairs to solve their problems. Others hinted at satisfying themselves, something else that she would never consider for herself. As she left the club meeting to go grocery shopping, she felt hornier than ever. She kept finding her mind returning to sex, despite her best efforts to think of other things. All throughout her trip to the store she went over and over what the other ladies had said. The thought of an affair gave her an odd sensation. She wasn't sure, but she thought she felt more aroused, and that scared her. Immediately she felt a wave of guilt. Milly loved Jared with all her heart and couldn't bear to think of what she would put him through if she cheated. Having dismissed that option, her mind drifted to the other thing the women had discussed. This too brought waves of guilt upon her. She'd been taught that masturbation was wrong and that self-pleasuring was unecessary when happily married. Also, having never climaxed, Milly didn't really see what it would achieve anyway. To her growing dismay, she found herself unconcsiously looking at other men. She felt her body respond as she inspected each one, berating herself for being weak. With frustrated determination she avoided looking at anyone for the rest of the trip, paid for her groceries and headed home. *** When she arrived back home, she noticed Jared's car in the driveway. She glanced at the car clock and frowned, he was home hours early. Grabbing her grocery bags, she headed inside. Upon entering she could hear soft music playing in the background. She could also smell something strange coming from the kitchen. "Hey honey," Jared said, poking his head into the hallway. "Here, let me help with those." He walked over and took the bags from her, leaning over to peck her on the cheek. "Sorry about the smell, I was hoping to finish up before you got back." "You made dinner?" "Well... I tried. I thought I'd surprise you and for some strange reason I thought I was this master chef before we got married. Then I got started and realized I only know how to make mac 'n cheese." He grinned sheepishly. "Oh dear," Milly said, entering the kitchen. It looked like he was halfway done cleaning up a rather large disaster. She had to stifle a laugh. "Don't worry about the mess," he went on, heading back to clean. "You just go and relax, I'll have this place clean in a jiffy." She kissed him on the cheek and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Just as she was finishing she heard the doorbell. "Who was that, sweetie?" she called. "Further proof of my lack of cooking skills." When she came back to the kitchen she saw him holding up a pizza box. "I know pepperoni and extra cheese isn't the greatest surprise to come home to, but I think I should stay away from trying to make anything else." She kissed him again and smiled. "That's fine with me. I'm just happy to have you home early." They ate and discussed their days. Milly was again ashamed of her feeling earlier. Just being around Jared made her happy and she knew she would never do anything to jeopardize that. At the same time, however, she began to feel the same longing building up in her again. "Listen, Milly," Jared said softly. "Dinner wasn't the only reason I came home early today." She looked up at him, trying to see where he was going with this. "I thought a lot about what you said last night..." "Oh, don't worry about that," she butted in. "I was just tired, I'm fine, really." He took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Are you really?" She knew he had her and said nothing. "Look," he said. "If there's something wrong between us then we need to work on it together. So I spent the day thinking about possible solutions." Milly felt another twinge of guilt as she thought of the two solutions she'd come up with. Jared smiled at her, the same smile he'd given her all through growing up together. The smile she fell in love with. He stood, drawing her up with him. Bending down he kissed her softly. "I love you Milly." She returned the kiss and felt him begin caressing her. Milly sighed inwardly to herself. Just like a male, she thought. His solution is more sex. Still, she loved that he was trying, even if his attempt would fail. Jared's hands reached down to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. He kissed down her neck the way she liked, working on the last buttons. Once her top was off he continued kissing lower, reaching the soft flesh between her breasts. Meanwhile she'd worked his shirt off and began rubbing his muscular back. Milly felt her bra come loose, then moaned softly when she felt his lips on her right nipple. He was spending more time than usual on her breast. She liked it. A lot. His hand went to work on her other one and soon he had her sighing in pleasure. He continued this for five minutes, much longer than his normal ministrations. She expected him to want to enter her next, but was again pleasantly surprised when he merely switched sides, licking her left breast while fondling her right. Once again, she could feel the same sense of not being satisfied swell within her. But this time it had a delicious taste. An anticipation that confused her. Jared had been tantalizing her for twenty minutes now and hadn't even made a move to take it further. Finally he worked his way back up to her lips. They kissed passionately, sighing in mutual ectasy. Her hand reached down to his belt, but he gently grabbed her wrist, keeping her from it. "Not yet," he whispered, smiling. He pushed her back against the kitchen table, hands running up and down her tight ass. Slowly he unzipped her pants, then slid them down her long sexy legs. Jared bent down and kissed her again, running one hand along her smooth stomach. Suddenly he picked Milly up, sitting her on top of the table. She gasped as she felt the cool surface on her exposed skin. Jared kissed her again and this time it was Milly who needed to bend down to do so. He began kissing down her neck again, then ran his hand inside her panties. She gasped and tried to pull away. "Jared! You can't..." He brought a finger up to her lips. "Hush," he said. "Just enjoy it." He continued kissing her neck while rubbing her pussy. Feeling her embarrassment overcoming her arousal, she just held her husband, wondering what had gotten into him. Once more, Jared kissed his way down his wife's beautiful body. This time, however, he didn't stop at her breasts. He made a short circle around her navel then continued lower. Finally realizing what he was doing, Milly again protested but he ignored her pleas. Pulling her panties to one side he exposed her pussy, inches away from his face. Slowly, almost tentatively, his tongue reached out and stroked her soaking slit. A shiver of pleasure pulsed through Milly. Her upbringing was telling her this was wrong, but her body was telling her something completely different. "Jared," she said, half-heartedly trying to push him away. He continued lapping at her pussy, enjoying the effect he was having on his wife. When his tongue hit her emerging clit, she spasmed in ecstasy and fell back onto her elbows. No longer wanting him to stop, Milly began moaning, calling her husband's name, asking him for more. Jared readily obeyed, extremely turned on by both the erotic noises from his wife and the copious fluids she was generating. Milly groaned in dissappointment when she felt his tongue leave her pussy. She looked up in time to be kissed hard on the lips. As Jared's tongue entered her mouth, she could taste her own juices. This caused another strong thrill of pleasure to course through her. The two continued to kiss, both enjoying their new sexual experience. Jared's hand travelled back down and began stroking Milly's slit again. Out of habit she tried to stop him, but once more he pushed past her resistance. Deep inside her, new feelings flared, threatening to burst. Jared was now suckling one of her breasts again while still fingering her furiously. Milly's whole body began to shake and she knew that she was heading towards something... something wonderful. "Ohhh, don't stop," she moaned. "Ahhh Jared, don't stop, baby, just like that... ohhhh. AHHHHHHHH!!!" It hit her so hard she saw stars. Her whole body jerked violently as it relished its first orgasm. Jared held her tight, trying to keep his thrashing wife from hurting anyone. He could feel her pussy squeezing deliciously around his inserted fingers, could smell her sexy combination of sweat and cum. As Milly climaxed, it felt like every touch, every sensation was intensified. Waves of pleasure radiated out from wherever Jared's skin came in contact with hers. She'd never felt anything like this before. Her body finally felt completely satisfied, her pleasure heightened by knowing it was her sweet husband who gave her this gift. When she finally came down from her sexual high, she pulled Jared close and kissed him passionately. After a long and tender expression of their love, she pulled away, tears in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you thank you thank you...." He smiled at her. "I take it that was your first time?" She nodded. "I never knew... I didn't know it could be this good." "Looks like I've got some work to do. Seems I've been the only one having any fun around here." "Where... where did you learn how to do that?" Jared gave her his sheepish look again. "Well, when I decided to figure out what was wrong, I kinda went on the internet and..." he trailed off. "Why, Jared Cooper," she teased. "You were looking up filth on the Internet?" "Guilty as charged." he answered. In a sudden movement he swept his wife's limp body into his arms and started off to the bedroom. "I guess now our marriage will feel the perils of the Web's evil influence." She reached up and kissed him again. "I certainly hope so." Lesson in Love "My god, my vibrator will never again satisfy me," I thought as I gripped the sheets and screamed. He again moved to the head of the bed and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me gently. "If you want, that can be the end of it." "No way." He chuckled and placed a hand between my legs. "Well, I'd say you're about as wet as you're going to get." I smiled kissed him. "Thank you, that was amazing." "You're very welcome, it was my pleasure, really." I smiled. "So how do you want to do this," he asked. "What to you mean?" "Well, what position?" I considered this question and decided that for now I wasn't really comfortable in any position other than missionary. "You on top this time, if you don't mind." "Of course I don't mind. Me on top gives you less control, though, so you'll have to tell me if you like or don't like what I'm doing." "Agreed." "Okay then. Let me get a condom." He rose up off the bed and I enjoyed the view as I watched him walk to the drugstore bad and retrieve a condom out. He turned around and put the condom on as I watched. I found even this turned me on, seeing him touch himself. He walked back to the bed and lay down beside me. He kissed me again, slowly, sensuously, but we both felt the intensity and expectation building and knew that the time was at hand. He shifted until he was on top of me. I felt his cock between my thighs and knew that he had not lost his erection. He raised himself up and moved his hand between our bodies. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers probing me again, spreading my lips. And then I felt his cock begin to slowly enter me. I gripped his shoulders and opened my eyes, looking right into his. It did hurt, that was undeniable. But the pain was superseded by the pleasure, this feeling of being filled up. He moved until he was all the way in and then lay still. "Are you okay?" he asked. A whisper was all I could manage. "Yes." "How's the pain? Do you want me to keep going?" "Please don't stop." He began to lift out of me and I worried that I would lose the sensation of being filled with him. But then he came down again. He was gentle, as gentle as any man could possibly be. I began to move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He let out a soft groan of pleasure and suddenly I felt braver. "I want to be on top." Wordlessly, he flipped us over, but he came out of me in the process. I straddled him, and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my pussy. I pushed him all the way in and began riding him as best I could. His eyes were closed at first, but then he opened them and looked up at me with a look of total desire and helplessness. It was nice to know I could have this effect on a man like him. He then placed his hand where our bodies met and began to rub my clit again. I felt my orgasm building as he began to moan loudly. As I came, he did too. I collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside me. I was reluctant to lose the sensation, but rose up off him and fell to his side. He rolled over and removed the condom, disposing of it in the trashcan beside the bed. He turned back to me and gathered me in his arms, stroking my back. I found myself tearing up, overwhelmed by what had just happened. My tears fell silently onto his chest and he took his thumb and wiped them away. Chapter 5 I spent that night in Daniel's arms and it was the best night of sleep I ever got. When we awoke the next morning we had a repeat of the night before, another lovemaking session filled with complete abandon and passion, and then it was time to check out. He brought me back to my car, which was still parked at the restaurant, and went around to open my door for me. He took my hand and I stepped out of his car and pulled me again into his chest, where I breathed in that wonderful scent again. He kissed me intensely, both of us knowing that this was probably the last time this would happen. "Thank you," I whispered, not knowing what else to say. "No, you don't know what it means to me that you trusted me enough to let me be your first." We were at a loss for words after that, there being nothing more to say, really. I drove away with tears in my eyes and as I looked back I saw him wipe his cheek as well. I saw Daniel at graduation. He was magnificent and powerful in his doctoral regalia, and I felt myself get wet seeing evidence of his power. At the graduate reception after the ceremony, he caught my eye. I excused myself from my parents and friends and walked over to him. I held out a hand for him to shake. He took it and pressed a note into my palm. Then he pulled me into a brief hug, one that nobody would suspect was out of anything other than a professor's pride at his student's accomplishment. Congratulations and thanks were exchanged and then I walked back to my group. I silently placed the note inside the sleeve of my robe. When I got home, and hung up my robe, I remembered the note. I pulled it out and unfolded it. "I can't stop thinking about you. I will be coming up for a conference on the 8th. I'll be staying at our inn and I've already booked the same room. If you want to shock the concierge again, meet me there." I folded the letter again and went to mark my calendar.