2 comments/ 99787 views/ 5 favorites Victorious Failure Ch. 01 By: Mr_Exposition This is a work of fiction. It is also in an entire different universe. This chapter taps the different universe, more will be shown later as the disparity grows. *********** My name is Victor Gallagher, and, to best describe myself, I'm a geek. So much of one, in fact, I chose to go from wire frame glasses to a pair of Buddy Holly frames (y'know the thick, black frames). All through high school I had pretty bad acne around the jaw line that wouldn't even go away with anti-acne prescriptions. Add that to pale white skin, red hair, an average build with no real muscle tone, no job, and no car and you realize why I wasn't popular with the ladies. Sure they talked to me, I was a nice, sweet guy, but I never had a real chance; except for when a rich sophomore asked me out senior year. I fucked it up though; I wasn't talkative enough her. Some things work out, we turned out to be great friends, and after all, she only dated closeted gay guys, so I'm glad it didn't work out between us. So, here I am, three months as an 18-year-old and into college. (I started kindergarten early and the University of Missouri-Saint Louis started on my birthday.) I didn't have enough financial aid to get a dorm so I work at Steak 'n' Shake to pay rent. (I share an apartment with my thirty-something 'uncle.') My 'uncle' (alright, he's just one of my dad's best friends, but he's like an uncle) drives back to my house every other Sunday to play Dungeons and Dragons with my old friends, my other 'uncle' (same story, only more so), and my dad and so I can do laundry. Back at college, I'm a first year nursing student. It looks like I'm in the top of my class, so woot! The bad thing about UM-SL is its location. Saint Louis is a big city, rivaling New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago, in both population and crime. It's a pretty bad place to live. It used to be a decent place to live before my family moved out the first time, now though, only The Hill is relatively safe from the gangs, but there are rumors of mafia there. The apartment I live is in one of the better neighborhoods, we have a good cop across the cul-de-sac. Sgt. Merkel keeps our streets clean – well, cleaner than the surrounding streets at least. The great thing about UM-SL is the lack of Friday classes, so before I go to work (usually at 4:30 pm) I go to the college pool and swim laps. Between my cycling to campus occasionally, swimming, daily pushups and sit-ups, and eating healthy, I lost twenty pounds of fat off of my 164 pound frame and gained 8 pounds of trim muscle. Now, I don't have a six-pack or anything yet, but I lost my love handles and sculpted my former 'ghetto booty' into a tight enough ass to garner compliments from my new girl friends. They, while having flirted and/or playing a few rounds of grab ass, don't declare a desire of any kind of sexual or romantic relationship with me. So, I'm left to my right hand to relieve my stress. However, my private time is down from high school (4-6/week to biweekly) because of more exercise. I guess your wondering why I'm still a virgin. After all, I'm much better looking than high school and I'm pretty damn smart. I have...issues. You see, I have all kinds of moral limitations on myself. I don't want to lose my virginity to a drunken whore; I want my first time to be special. I want it to be with someone I love. But, I can't get a girlfriend because I'm too nice of a guy apparently. I still get the let's just be friends routine even after some flirting. Maybe it's because I'm too stupid (academics aside) to make a move; I'm too shy to go for it. Or, maybe it's because I'm already in love with someone. Which I am, I love Darla Stacy, my best friend. She goes to Webster University as an Anthropology/Dance dual-major. Yet, for three, going on four, years she's maintained a platonic stance, even though I've stated my intentions and she has said that she'd marry me when I ask her; which I fully intend to as soon as I graduate with my B.S.N. As I said, I room with my uncle. We live in a decent apartment not far from campus. I usually make some extra money by helping neighbors around their apartments, cleaning, going for groceries. After all, I have really good memory and don't have to study much so I take the surplus cash how I can. My most frequent client is our neighbor across the hall: Shauna Wilson, a thirty-six year old mother of two. She works two jobs so she gives me twenty bucks every two weeks to go grocery shopping for her, and another twenty to clean her apartment and watch her two kids. They're good kids, so when I need to study I can while I'm babysitting. Actually, back home, they wouldn't need to be watched. Then again, I come from --------, an all-white town with very little crime. While not quite Smallville from the movies, it fits Smallville from the TV series. Only, less hotties per capita. The kids, two boys, are twelve and eight and when I bring my video game console over they stay quiet except for casual yelling like "that kill was crap Alex!" Shauna and I had gotten to know each other the past couple of months. We become quite friendly, with her usually talking for a good half-hour over sodas before I return to my room. I'm pretty sure we've been flirting for a large portion of time, because she always finds an excuse to graze my elbow or knee while we're chatting. I know I should recognize flirting, especially if I'm doing it, but I can't. Just about anytime I talk to a fairly pretty girl, my actions and demeanor are always said to be flirtatious. Tuesday night before Thanksgiving break, Shauna had to come home late and when she arrived, Alex and Will were already asleep. She came in flustered and exhausted. She crashed into her armchair and, like always, I couldn't help but admire her mature beauty. Her raven hair cascaded to just below her shoulders with full body. She had perfect bedroom eyes, such sultry sexiness showed her experience. Her dark chocolate colored face was finely sculpted except for the laugh lines and crow's feet, which I thought only made her sexier. Her t-shirt hugged her breasts like a glove; her wondrous grapefruit sized breasts standing proud. She had a little bit of pooch around her middle, but that softness, while taking away from sexiness, added to her overall attractiveness. She looked approachable, but I considered her to be too old to be worth an attempt, not because of her age but because of my youth. I didn't think an eighteen-year-old, especially me, would stand a chance to have a relationship with her. "Hi Victor, thanks for staying so late." She breathed with a casual smile and closed eyes. "No problem Miss Wilson, what're neighbors for?" This is rare for me, I usually call respected elders by their first names, as was the practice in my old Scout troop. However, the exception, then and now are teachers, and Shauna was an elementary teacher. So the habit stuck. "How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Shauna; I'm only Miss Wilson between eight and three. Other than that, my name tag reads Shauna." Shauna worked as a waitress to supplement her inner-city teacher's salary. She groaned as she bent forward to remove her tennis shoes. "It's not like I was ever your teacher." "Okay Miss Wilson, I mean Shauna. Sorry, old habits die hard. I'm guessing your boss talked you into a double tonight." "Yeah, it wouldn't have been as a bad if I didn't keep getting parties that weren't tipping. I swear, more than half didn't tip tonight including a bunch of Japanese businessmen. I don't even know why it was so busy on a Tuesday." She shot a sly grin at me. "I know this is asking a bit much, but I would really appreciate a foot massage." I could actually feel my face reddening. "It would be my pleasure after all I never turn down a pretty woman, but how about you lay down on the couch so I don't have to sit on the floor." In reality, I didn't have any problem with sitting on the floor, I didn't want to stand up and reveal my erection. Luckily for me, Shauna acquiesced and lay on the couch with her feet resting on my thigh. She put a pillow under her head, above the armrest, and closed her eyes. I went to work on her feet. I rubbed my thumbs under the arch, and then move to the heels. She lets out a moan of release as I vigorously kneading her heels and move to her Achilles' tendon. "You're really good, have you been taking any massage classes at college?" "Nah, but my mom is a nurse and my best friend is a dancer, so I learned how to give good foot rubs early." I moved upwards, caressing her calves, feeling the firm muscles against my hands, thinking how I would love to have them rub up higher, and wishing she was naked, her pussy open to my ministrations. My penis twitched with the very thought. Shauna sat up and gently touched my hands. "What other massages are you good at? I need a good rub down." She asked in a sultry half-moan, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I've been complimented on my back and neck massages." I was too naïve to catch the double entendre, so I was completely dumbfounded when she put one hand behind my head and leaned forward to kiss me. Wow! It was my first real kiss, her tongue jutted out, quickly entwining mine. I didn't know what I was doing so I just went with the flow; I started wrestling her tongue with mine. My eyes were snapped shut out of reflex and my hands went to her hips, moving in small up and down strokes. I felt her grab my right hand and move it to her left breast. I gently caressed her bosom and felt her bra under the cotton tee-shirt. Her other hand reached for my butt and squeezed, to which I jumped up, startled, but soon relaxed. My left hand moved on its own accord to squeeze her large, round ass. She broke the kiss and took my hand from her breast, but just as I caught my breath she redoubled her attack on my tonsils. My hand returned to her boob and I realized there was no longer a tee shirt covering her spectacular breasts. She moved her legs and strattled my hips so I was leaning back with the small of my back on the arm rest as she was vigorously kissing me. My thumb started to trace circles over her hardened nipple through her brassiere as she started rubbing her crotch into mine. My cock was as hard as steel and wanting to be free of its denim prison. I moved my left hand from her magnificent bum and moved it upward, following her spine, to her bra strap. I pondered whether or not to try to unhook it and make myself look like a complete virgin or return my hand to softer pastures. I chose to cower and move my hand back to her ass whilst she was gyrating on my jean encased crotch. Her hands, having returned to behind my neck and my ass, moved to my belt buckle and she tried to unfasten the hook without breaking the embrace. "I can't." I whimpered as I pulled away from her heavenly mouth. I opened my eyes and drew in her bra-encased tits. The white fabric contrasted beautifully with her dark chocolate complexion. Her face contorts to show a look of surprise and mild anger. "What do you mean you can't? I can tell someone wants to play. Is it because I'm black?" Again, I can feel the blood, the ten cells that aren't in my penis, rush to my cheeks. "No. Not at all. I...I...just..." "Is it because I'm old enough to be your mother?" "No, wait a minute. Thirty-six minus eighteen equals eighteen. Yeah, you are old enough. No, that's not why." Sometime after, I realized why I was still a virgin at that point. "Then why?" She pointedly asked as she grabbed her tee-shirt from the floor. I sighed. "I'm a virgin, and...and I'm not ready to lose it just yet. I mean, that was my first kiss, which was amazing by the way." Mentally, I was slapping myself. Hard. With a mallet. "I want my first time to be special, not that you wouldn't be special, oh God, I need to remove the foot from my mouth." Needless to say, my erection had lessened in that short period. Shauna let out a little giggle as she pulled her shirt back over her head. "I can't believe you're a virgin, body like that. Girls have to be crawling all over you. And I know that was bullshit about that being your first kiss, you were too good to be a first-timer." "Well, the girls aren't so much crawling as they are shaking my hand. My virginity aside though, your kids are in the other room. I'm their baby-sitter, it would be little awkward to be having sex on your couch. And as for the kissing, I, like just about every other American boy, looked at porn well before I was legally able. I was just mature enough to not just look at the pictures, but read the stories as well. I really liked it when the stories were well-written enough for me to actually learn a few things." I took a deep breath. "I have a question though, why me? You're hot enough to get with plenty of other guys, probably a lot better looking than me." She smiled as she leaned onto my body. "I hope this doesn't bother you." It didn't and I showed this by putting my arms around her belly. "Well, you were always well-mannered, and I thought I could teach you a few things. My girlfriends from work say that younger lovers make you feel younger and you can train them in better ways of fucking. Besides, it's been eight months since I've gotten laid and you're just the right combination of white boy looks to get my heart racing. I love your combination of geeky cute and athletic sexy. So, are you sure you don't want to play?" "Yeah, I'm sorry I can't help you with your problem. I would really like if we got back to more making out, that was fun." My right hand moved upward to caress her breasts as I craned my neck to kiss her again. She placed one hand around my neck as she invaded my mouth with her tongue. Both of my hands moved under her shirt and started playing with her ample bosom through her bra, fully content to remain between the cloth rather than flesh-to-flesh contact. I breathed in her smell, a combination of apples and sweat. I lost track for how long we played tongue tag but it ended with her groaning into the kiss, breaking it, and breathing heavy. My eyes opened to see her right hand inside of her pants. "I would've used my hands if you asked." I remove my hands from under her shirt and circling my arms around her belly again. Shauna smiled, "Now you tell me. You wanna have a go?" I look at my watch and frown. It was twelve-thirty a.m. "I would love to, but I have my Psychology mid-term in nine hours and I have to get some sleep. Rain check?" "Anytime." Shauna moaned as I extricated myself from under her. She slumped into the couch, still in post-orgasmic bliss. I picked her up and she threw an arm around my neck as I walked to her room. I ceremoniously put her on her bed and cover her up after taking off her shirt, jeans, and brassiere. I had to use both hands with Shauna on her stomach to remove the bra. It was dark so I didn't have a chance to see her truly naked rack. I kissed her chastely on the lips goodnight and turned around to leave her room. "You're waiting for someone aren't you? "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm waiting for someone special." "Someone particular, I mean. Like that bottle brunette that comes over every so often, Darla?" "Yeah, that's who I'm waiting for; I've been waiting for her since my sophomore year in high school." I really had to get some sleep, so I wished her good night and closed the door. I left her living room, locking her door, and returned to my apartment. I crashed into my twin-sized mattress after stripping off my jeans and immediately started masturbating thinking of Shauna. I really did want to bone her; I just believed waiting for the perfect first time would be worth it. I knew she would look unbelievable riding me. I fell asleep right after wiping the semen from my penis. *** I woke up the next morning the happiest I had been in a long, long while. A woman was sexually attracted to me, so much, that she came on to me. This never happened to Victor Gallagher, bookworm. I took a quick shower so I could catch a bus to campus; it was too cold to ride my bicycle. I threw on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt as I got ready for school. I was making my lunch (cheaper than eating on campus) when Frank (my 'uncle') came out of his room. "When did you get in last night?" "A little before one." I said in characteristic brevity. "Were you still at Shauna's place?" "Yeah." "Victor, I want you to be careful. I don't know much about her, but I know that her boyfriend is in jail for something or other. So, whatever is up, just stay safe." "Alright Frank." Frank had a messed up work schedule, starting at eleven in the morning and getting out at seven in the evening, so he was awake pretty early this morning. I told him that I had class and I left the apartment. I usually leave my apartment over an hour before I have to get to campus because I hate being late, and so it gives me a chance to talk to my two friends. As I leaved the apartment I saw Shauna just coming out of her's, Alex and Will having already run down the stairs. She was wearing a knee-length black skirt and a crimson sweater that marked her curves like a roadmap. She smiled when she saw me and moved in to hug me, craning her neck down to whisper into my ear. "I came in the shower thinking about you this morning. Put the boys in bed early tonight, because momma's collecting her rain check." Her hands squeezed my ass as her mouth moved from beside my ear to crush against mine, awkward considering the approximate seven inches of height difference between us at the time. My hands shot for her soft, yet full bum. She pulled away with a smile, "Just like that, you get me all wet." As she walked away, she cupped my crotch and evidently enjoyed what she felt as her smile grew into a Cheshire Cat grin. I stood at the top of the stairs as she sashayed down the stairs in her stiletto heels. My second thought was how did I get so lucky? My first was that she was a little overdressed to teach kindergarteners. Like I said, I have issues. I walked down the stairs and went to the bus stop; I didn't have to wait for long to catch my bus. I went straight to the girl's dorms; after all, Mya, one of my two friends, was notorious for oversleeping on test days. She usually freaked out before tests and crammed all night. Which on the few occasions I joined her, I realized that she had no reason to cram, she already knew the material. I walked up the stairs and finally reached her door. Her roommate was expelled for abusing prescription drugs and hadn't been replaced yet, so I just let myself in her room. Mya's room was immaculate as usual; her anal retentive nature only finding solace in a perfectly maintained room. She was sleeping soundly at her desk with her face in her book. I gently shook her at the shoulder. "Wake up. Psych test in forty-five minutes." She groaned as she lifted her head off the book. Mya rubbed her long, swanlike neck. "Thanks, you gonna stay here until I'm ready?" "Just like usual. I'll help with your neck if you get ready fast enough." Mya stood up, grabbed some clothes, left her room, and briskly walked to the showers. I lay on her bed crossing my arms behind my head, too courteous to go through her drawers. Besides, I think Mya would recognize if any of her panties were molested in any way. Mya Lopez is one of two collegiate friends. Unlike my other friend Delia, Mya and I weren't friends until early October. Hell, the first time we talked was during a heated argument in Bioethics. After class, I congratulated her on her skills and passion, and somehow, we became good friends. We still argued over philosophy constantly over any number of things, yet we never hit below the belt and we never let our passion harm our fledgling friendship. For some reason, unknown to me, after every argument she heard, Delia sported a wry grin and she would never explain it. Victorious Failure Ch. 01 Mya is a tiny girl, I'm five foot seven and she barely reaches my chin, but it isn't just that she's short, her whole body is tiny. Her breasts barely require a bra, actually, if she wears a semi-loose shirt, like usual, you can't see any protrusion at all. Her pixie-like figure continues through her waist, into her non-existent hips, and all the way down her legs. Her ass completely destroys the Latina booty stereotype; Mya's ass is small, yet still shapely. "Taking a nap?" Mya shot herself into the center of my attention with an argumentative voice. "No, just resting." I spun my head to see her. She was wearing jeans that had to have been painted on her and a loose-fitting black tee-shirt that read, 'Sith Happens.' "Hey, I've been looking for that!" "Well, you left it here last week when you took a nap after your Friday swim. I guess you dropped it when you were putting on your uniform. I've mostly been using it as a sleep shirt. It's really comfy. Could you turn around, I didn't mean to grab this one." I turned around and closed my eyes. "Are you ready for the mid-term? I mean, you didn't come over to study, so I was wondering how long you studied last night." "Ah, well, I didn't want to have to constantly reassure you when I should've been sleeping. Really, you know the material back and front, if you do bad on the exam it'll be because you didn't get enough sleep. I studied for about half an hour and I'm pretty damn confident." "Done." I sat up to see her in a loose white UM-SL hoodie, her curly hair hanging past her shoulders. Her hand held my tee-shirt, "Do you want this back?" "You really like it?" "Sure, it's comfy." I could've sworn I saw her mumble something, but I put it out of mind. "Then it's yours." I smiled, and once again, I thought my eyes deceived me when I saw her face light up for just a moment. "Thanks." She said meekly. "Time to go." We grabbed our packs and left Bellrive Hall and started our walk to Benton Hall for our Psych exam that we still had fifteen minutes before it began. When we arrived, we both sat in the front row. We got comfortable and pulled out our pencils for the test. Mya turned to me, "Since we still got a couple of minutes, you should start working on the crick in my neck like you said." I told her to turn around and I began rubbing her neck vigorously. I just started moving to her shoulders as the Professor walked into the classroom. I patted her on the neck and spun around to look straight at the educator. *** "So, how do you think you did?" Mya could never help talking about tests after taking them, something I stopped doing long before then. "Good, I survived." I knew my passé comment would annoy her. "Damnit Victor! How the fuck do you do that? Just take it easy and nail the fucking test. I know you rely on scholarships and one test could drop the financial aid. Why don't you care?" Told you it would annoy her. The calm, logical brain told me to relax, and explain logically that when I worry I do worse on tests. However, since when do men listen to their cerebellum? My heart told me to jump right back, so I obeyed the stronger, more appealing course of action. "Oooh, bigger question, why do you? You don't need to study so damn much. Jesus Christ, you're the one who got a full ride. You're evidently good enough to not need to care either." I know you're thinking that those words don't sound like much, almost reassuring. My sardonic tone, however, ripped through her, igniting her fury. My brain still wasn't loud enough to shout for me to the shut the hell up yet, though. "You're so uptight; live a little. All you ever do is study. Go get laid, have some fun." I dropped the word "fun" with the all the magnanimity of King Kong beating his chest on the Empire State Building. Before I could react, her hand rose up and slapped me across the face. Her action stung like nettles upon my cheek, the sound emanating across Bugg Lake. "That was new." That remark was characteristic of Victor Gallagher, Master of Understatement. "Don't you ever say that again." She stormed off, marching back to her dorm. "Dude, did you just ask to fuck her in the ass?" Sometimes, my own gender pisses me off. I ignored Joe Classmate as I took off to talk Mya down. My backpack slamming against my back, my back reveled that I only had two classes today. My next class, Bioethics, was canceled as we already took the mid-term. I grabbed her by the wrist firmly, but not violently. "Sorry, what set you off like that?" My voice was no longer caustic, but transferred to my usual caring, sympathetic voice. Her response, dripping with anger, "Go get laid." I had no idea why that phrase would set her off so, she had said it to me off-handedly pretty often. I let go of her wrist and wrapped my arms around her, but she blocked my hug by placing her arms against my chest. I still pulled her to me, gently rubbing her back through her sweatshirt. I apologized in hushed tones repeatedly, until she finally relaxed, throwing her arms around my lower back and crushing her face into my chest. I could hear muffled sobs coming from her, so I kissed the top of her head. We stood there on the grass for what had to be five minutes, other people just moving around us, before she stopped crying. It was weird in several ways, first, this was the first emotion she ever expressed except anxiety and anger, and second, she would release these emotions in such a public area. She rubbed her face into my shirt and looked up at me. "So, what're your plans today?" "Well, I was planning to do a little swimming since I have three hours before stats. You're free to join me if you like." I smiled, hoping to cheer her up even more. "That'd be fun, I mean, I won't join you or anything. I didn't bring a swimsuit to campus, but I could study while you swim and we could talk when we go to our next classes." Her voice cracked just a little. We started our trek to the athletic complex. I went to the locker room to change into some board shorts. I walked into the pool room to find Mya already curled up in a chair and racing through some flash cards. I dove into the lukewarm water and swam twenty-five laps in the Olympic-sized pool. My muscles, and lungs, burned as I dropped myself in a chair next to Mya. I squinted so I could make out what was on her cards (it looked to be biology terms). "That felt good." I said to no one in particular. She smiled to herself. The entire time we were at the complex, we never said another word to each other. I took five minute rests between laps, each swim cycle increasing in laps of five. I finally finished my full routine at one after finishing fifty laps. I retreated to the locker room to take a quick shower and get back in street clothes. We left the complex after I walked in to retrieve Mya. I set a leisurely pace as her next class didn't start until 1:30 and mine didn't start until 2. "So, ready for the mid-term?" "No," she let out a quick breath, "but I think I can do adequately." I threw my arm around her shoulders as we continued walking. I knew she didn't want a relationship with me, but any time I touch one of my female friends, I feel good about myself, something I feel none too often. "You'll do great." "I know this abruptly changes the topic, but, what possessed you to tell me to have some fun? I mean if anyone needs some action, it's you. You're the poster boy for male virginity. Delia told me that you haven't even kissed a girl yet." Unusual, Mya is the friend that I rely on for intellectual help and Delia is the one for emotional turmoil. Mya had never before shown any interest in my romantic life. "I'm uptight about sex, otherwise I'm a pretty relaxed guy. Besides, I have been kissed." She perked up, "Really, you kissed a guy?" She smiled through her obviously sarcastic question. "Last night, the woman I baby-sit for tried to seduce me." "Really, did Victor finally lose his virginity to Mrs. Robinson?" She teased. "Nah, I said tried. I turned her down, but I think she's planning something tonight." "Go you." She seemed joyous in this new chapter in my life. *** It was seven-thirty and Shauna was due home in half an hour. I was anxious; I had no idea what was going to happen that night. Okay, I had some idea, but not a definitive one. Alex and Will ended up staying at one of her colleague's house for the night. So, I was left bored after I tidied up her apartment, as she had left explicit instructions not to cook or eat anything and to get comfy. I left my tennis shoes beside the couch and curled up in my newest book. I had just finished the novel at that point when I decided to call up an old friend: David Castle. "Hey Dave, what's up?" "Nothin' much, mid-terms here at Mizzou. Oh, I got Doug laid last week." Doug Woodward was our spastic friend from high school. He was an overweight kid who played too many video games. Our mutual friends that went to UM-R bet that David couldn't get Doug laid within the first semester, barring use of beer goggles for the girl, i.e. she had to be sober. "Was she drunk?" "No, but he was. Your theory panned out, he wasn't spastic when he was drunk, he was relaxed. So, how are you in the pussy department?" "I turned it down last night actually." "You what? God, you're an idiot, just get laid. Stop waiting. Anyway, 'tardo, you won't guess who Wood fucked." "Who?" I hate guessing game. "Rose Strange. I'm not joking." Rose was an amazingly hot girl in my class; her ass was spectacular, one of the best asses any white girl will ever sport. "Anyway, I got to go, gotta study. If you turn poon down again, I'll carry out the threat you gave me when I told you I turned down road head." He clicked off his cell just in time. I heard a key enter the lock as I closed my flip phone. I directed my full attention at the door as Shauna walked into her apartment. She was carrying a pizza box from Imo's. She smiled as she walked into the kitchen to drop the food onto the table. "Hope you like sausage." I told her I did as I ventured into the kitchen. "Good." She walked to her counter and stretched to pull down a bottle of wine. "You drink?" "Are you gonna get me drunk so you can have sex with me?" I grabbed her hips as she started to lose her balance. Shauna leaned back, rubbing her ass into my stomach. "Only if you let me. I was hoping for a relaxing dinner before we move on to the evening's required movie. You still haven't answered my question." "Not really, but I'll drink a glass tonight." "Good," She purred. She pulled away and pulled two wine glasses from her shelves. I pulled her chair out for her when she moved to sit down and we ate a nice, filling dinner. We talked about all number of things, she seemed real interested in my love life, or more precisely why it was non-existent. Her foot rubbed against my thigh the entire meal, so by the time we finished, my penis was semi-erect. "I think we'll skip the movie." She grinned and rose from the table, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me to her bedroom. She had me sit at the foot of her bed and she strattled my hips, her black skirt rising, revealing most of her legs and the tops of her stockings, the garter continuing under the skirt. My hands moved of their own accord to grasp her ass. I leaned forward, capturing her lips with mine. Her hips started an erratic dance as my right hand left her ass to wonder upward and around, venturing under her sweater. I moved in small circles up her soft tummy, dipping a finger into her navel. When I finally reached to bottom of her breasts, she pulled away, "If you want the sweater off this time, you'll have to do it yourself." My hand came out of her sweater and off of her ass and gripped the bottom of her sweater and slowly pulled it over her head. I was greeted by an even more marvelous sight than yesterday: she wasn't wearing a simple bra designed to hold her breasts, but one designed to entice males, cut low, most of her huge ebony areola was left uncovered, the red demicup just barely covering the nipple. I broke out of the trance, gave her a quick kiss on the lips and began to venture out. I left butterfly kisses along her jaw line, down her neck, and along her cleavage. "Mmm, that was a nice touch. Now, remove my bra." My hands slid up from her ass to her bra strap; I struggled with the clasp for a few minutes until she sighed. Shauna reached around, laid her hand over mine, and guided my fingers into unhooking her bra. I watched as the cups lost tension and fell, her breasts falling as well. I pulled the shoulder straps down, allowing the bra to fall upon my lap. Her breasts sagged a little, resting against her stomach. "You're gorgeous." I said under my breath while my eyes were staring directly at her tits. I dove into her luscious mounds and began licking her nipples. She pulled away, pushing me down onto the mattress. "Take your time. Tease me first." She lowered herself so she was resting on her locked arms, her breasts hanging directly above my face. My hands timidly grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto her side. I lunged forward, once again capturing her lips with mine. My hand moved upward, gently caressing the satiny contour of her left breast. Shauna's left leg wrapped itself around my waist, her foot planted onto the bed. My hands started moving in concentric circles, each time moving closer and closer to her nipple. I finally reached her sand-dollar sized areola and I began spiraling back to the outside of her breast. My lips wandered from hers, kissing straight down, past her chin, down her neck, back into her cleavage. I rotated so that I was atop her prone form, her skirt riding up to her hips as she entwined her legs around my waist. My tongue started to circle her bumpy areola and flicking her thick, stubby nipple. "There you go," Shauna praised, her hands unbuttoning my shirt, "but don't ignore the other one." My left hand began circling her right breast, but instead of doubling back when reaching her areola, I kept revolving the turgid teat until I started rubbing my thumb over her nipple. She let out a hushed moan when my caressing turned into gentle rolling and I fully captured her other nipple into my mouth, alternating between rapid tongue assaults and gentle sucking. Shauna pulled my shirt off, causing me to rest on my elbow when she took off my right sleeve. Finally, we were both naked from the waist up. "Hold still, I want to see this." The lights were still on, so when she pivoted her head back she saw our reflection perfectly. I gazed upon the mirror image, noting the stark contrast between her dark chocolate complexion and my almost reflective white skin. "This is beautiful." I knew she was commenting on the disparity of our pigments, but I only thought of her pose, laying on her back, legs hooked behind my hips, and her heading looking straight up – her neck stretched out. I leaned and started to kiss her neck. After a few moments of kissing her neck, I raised my head and rested on my outstretched arms. "No, you're beautiful, I'm ugly." I spent way too long being turned down I had a poor self-image, even when I was complimented I always associated it with pity. "You're going to make someone very happy some day." One of her hands started running up and down my back, the other rubbing my flat chest. "If you were ugly, I wouldn't be doing this. You're yummy," Shauna hand pulled my head down, craning her neck upwards to make up for the height difference, "and Momma wants a taste." She crushed her lips onto mine, slipping her tongue in my mouth immediately. Before I could send my tongue into her mouth, she terminated the kiss and blurred her way to my earlobe, gently sucking on it. I enjoyed the sucking, which became nibbling, for a few moments when something hit me. "You mean teacher, right. 'Teacher wants a taste.'" She stopped nibbling, fell back onto the bed, and started laughing. "Well, Miss Wilson, how does your student taste?" I smiled, gazing into her brown eyes. I try to hold my laughter back, but after a few moments of silence, Shauna's incessant laughter spread to me. I rolled over and we giggled like pre-teens. We finally stopped cackling and laid in silence catching our breaths. Shauna leaned over so that she was lying on her side, facing me. She grazed her dark hand over my chest, starting at my collarbone and ending with her fingers slipping under my waistband. "Your mouth tastes like an A, but I haven't finished grading." It was almost eerie how well she slipped into naughty teacher mode. Her hand nimbly unhooked my belt and pulled it out of the loops hard. She ran her hand up and down the crotch of my jeans as she pressed her lips into mine. If our first kiss had sparks, this one was a lightning strike. She pulled my tongue into her mouth and started caressing it with hers. My lips started to tingle and soon my whole body felt the electric current starting with this kiss. My penis - which was still at half mast before the jolt - stood at full attention and pushed against the denim; it was trying to force contact with Shauna's hand. I moaned into our kiss, overwhelmed at this new and exciting feeling flooding my senses. She stopped rubbing my imprisoned phallus and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She released the electrical charge and the kiss, leaving me wanting more, ever more. "I know the rules, no penetration. That being said, there's no reason we can't have other fun." She crawled to my feet, kneeled, and pulled my pants off of my legs in one sudden motion. Her breasts swung violently with her abrupt exertion. My penis bulged against the cotton prison. "Just so you know, I'm not exactly gifted." I said. I wasn't poorly endowed; I actually thought I was fairly decent for a white guy. But Shauna had fucked black guys and my six and half or so inches couldn't stand a chance next to those. Shauna's face turned to one of concern until she opened the flap on my boxers, my penis jumping out. It stood proud. Immediately, the concern on her face vanished, overtaken by relief. "Oh my, I though that when you said you weren't gifted you were gonna be tiny. It's a decent size by the way." Her fingers curled around my shaft and began moving up and down the curved length. "This," she stopped at the middle of the stem, where the rightward curve is most severe, "would feel amazing inside of me." She uttered in a sexy voice that dispelled any thoughts that she pitied me. She lay back down, closer to me, her left hand slowly and softly running along my length. Her breasts pressed against my side. "Time to get rid of the glasses." Her right hand, which she was resting her head on, took my glasses off my face and places them on the headboard. The whole time she was looking directly into my eyes, and I was returning the gesture. My right hand moved over my chest and started to fondle her, gently squeezing and rolling her thick nipple between my fingers. I moved my left hand, between our bodies, and slid my fingers under her skirt, soon feeling a mass of hairs. I leaned in to once again make contact with her lips. Shauna only allowed the shortest of kisses before she let go of my member. "Take off my skirt." She demanded. I smiled as I pushed her onto her back and trailed butterfly kisses from her mouth to the top of her skirt. My hand maneuvered under her ass to unzip her. She gingerly raised her hips as I pulled the zipper down followed by her skirt. Her musk immediately filled my nostrils as I crawled over her to reach her lips again. The smell overpowered me and interrupted my travel. I slowly lowered my head into her drenched, red panties. I tenderly nuzzled against the center of the moistness and started kissing her inner thigh as I started unbuckling her garters. Victorious Failure Ch. 01 "You smell good, Miss Wilson." I was such a dork, but she did. It was an overpowering, heavy smell. My hands crawled under her after I unhooked the snaps that had been holding up her stockings all day. She lifted her hips and moaned as I ran my tongue over her wetness, tasting the sweet juices coming from her nether lips. My finger curled under the waistband of her French cut panties and slowly pulled them down. My eyes feasted upon her black bush, trimmed in a neat triangle. I hesitated, waiting for directions, for a moment before I ran my tongue over her swollen vulva. My fingers dug deeper into her bum as I started eating her, gently pushing her lips apart and curling my tongue inside of her. "Oh, it's been so long." Shauna moaned as her fingers grabbed onto my hair. Her legs moved to rest on my shoulder. "Suck on my...oh fuck...clit." I licked up her slit until my nose was buried in the thick of the bush. My tongue gingerly touched her clitoris (obvious from its swollen nub), eliciting a hearty moan, before I fully engulfed it into my lips. I violently assaulted it with my tongue as she wrapped her legs around my head. "Fuck yeah! Use your fingers, my...aaah...cunt needs filled." She was breathing heavily. I removed my right hand from her ass and ran my middle finger along her slit before ramming it inside. "That's it." She shuddered and her vagina convulsed around my finger as more of her nectar flooded her hot, pink crevice, overflowing and lightly covering my face and hand. I slowly pulled my finger out and in of her tightness, hoping to prolong her excitement. "Harder. Faster." Her words were a gentle breeze, she was so quiet. I did as my teacher instructed while inserting my index finger. "O God!" I depressurized her clit as my tongue segued into long, slow licks from my fingers to her nub. My eyes were closed while I enjoyed delivering such obvious pleasure for the first time; her complex flavor, which was almost not quite like caramel, only heightening my joy. "Cross your fingers." I pulled my fingers out, intertwined them and shoved them back into her steaming hole. She let out a shrill little scream, thinking that I hurt her, I stopped. "No, no, keep doing it. It feels so fucking good." I obeyed my teacher and violently pulled my crossed digits in and out of her, drawing a grunt on every in thrust. "Twist my nipples." She demanded, so I released my grip with my left hand on her full ass cheek and reached up for her thick nipples. I first went to her right, but her hand was already working it. I stretched across her tummy and firmly gripped her teat 'twixt my thumb and index. I roughly pulled and twisted her nipple, this time causing a loud, prolonged scream as her fluids pooled out of her vulva, drenching my face and hand. Her legs tightened around my head and her hips jumped off the orange comforter. As her scream ended, her hips dropped and her legs relented their death grip and simply rested on my shoulders. I sat up on my shins, my penis fully erect, and watched Shauna slowly regain her breath. Her face glistened with sweat, as did her breasts, those glorious globes moving up with each heavy inhalation. I knew I had brought her to a powerful climax – not bad for my first time, even with instructions. When her breathing slowed I began a trail a kisses from the top of her bush back to her lips, sliding my hands along her sweat slick skin. I laid on top of her, my penis sandwiched between her bush and my abs, and lightly kissed her lips, gently pushing my tongue into her welcoming mouth. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. "You made me cum twice Victor. That was fucking amazing. I rarely have multiples." Her breath smelled sweet, fruity even. "Does every woman like it that way?" I wanted to know and I felt comfortable asking my teacher. "Not really, I like sex rough. Some women like it soft. Don't get me wrong, I like it gentle as I'm warming up, but then, hard and fast." Shauna pecked my lips and raised her hips slightly. "Speaking of hard, it's only fair if I take care of you." "You don't have to, really." "Are you gonna turn me down again?" She pouted. "No, I just don't want you to think you have to." "How sweet." Her pout changed into a Cheshire grin in a flash as she rolled over so that I was on my back. Her arms straightened as she lifted herself off me, her breasts lightly rubbing my chest. She slowly moved backward, teasing me as her breasts barely touched my skin. I raised myself on my elbows so I could watch my teacher in action. My erection slid between her cleavage, but the soft skin touching my penis caused me to shudder. I couldn't believe this beautiful black woman, twice my age, was going to give me my first blowjob, but I was excited. Finally, Shauna's mouth came in proximity to my member and she laid a soft kiss upon its crown. It felt so good to be touched for the first time, I thought I would shoot off right then. But, she kept it slow, taking her lips away after a second. Her hand pressed against my abs as she pulled my white boxers down my legs. With eyes locked with mine, Shauna softly licked up my shaft and flicked her tongue when she reached my head. "Oh, wow!" I sighed. My right hand moved to rest on her head and run through her hair as she blew cold air against my erection. She licked her lips, slowly running her tongue over her dark red lips. Then, to my immeasurable joy, she took my entire head into her mouth, lightly sucking on my most sensitive equipment. Her hand glided down from my abs to lightly cup my balls, gently tugging on them. She bobbed up and down, faster, then slower, her suction increasing. Her cheeks were caved inward and I could feel her tongue flicking my hole. My eyes rolled backward in their sockets as she twirled her tongue around the ridge of my crown. Shauna's curled her fingers around my phallus and firmly stroked it. I tried to hold back my orgasm, I really did, but her ministrations sparked pleasures I never knew I would experience. "I'm cumming." I moaned as I felt the first warning signs. Shauna stopped her bobbing, but flicked her tongue on the v-shape connection the shaft to the head. Her warm lips never left my crown, even as I shot my semen into her mouth. Her mouth finally vacated my still hard penis as she crawled forward, coming closer to my face. I watched as she swallowed my fluids. With her dark brown breasts hanging down, Shauna leaned in to kiss me. I tasted myself on her tongue, a slightly revolting thought, but I figured it was chivalrous to complete the act in her choice. She let herself fall on top of me, once again crushing my member between her stomach and my pelvis. I became habituated with my own flavor and simply enjoyed the soft kiss I shared with this woman. She broke the kiss and rested on my shoulder. "Most guys wouldn't kiss a woman who just sucked them off, especially their first time. You'd definitely make a great lover." She smiled that wide smile of hers, showing her slightly off-white teeth, and then pecking my cheek before rolling off of me. "By the way, your cum definitely earns you the 'A' plus." I smile as I turn over on my side. "So, what happens now?" I whisper into her ear. My hand, now resting on her soft belly, traces circle around her belly button. My eyes run over her entire ebony body before I lock onto her brown eyes. "Hmmm, what time is it?" We both look up at the digital alarm clock which read 9:45. "Early, we can watch a little TV before round two, or do you want to skip the intermission?" She winked and lightly stroked my oblique with her fingernails. I don't want to skip another experience with her lips, either pair, but I did have a pair of mid-terms the next day. "How about we watch The Daily Show and then if I'm up for it, we can continue my lessons." Her eyes were heavy, so I was fairly sure she would fall asleep soon and I could too by eleven. Shauna kissed me on the cheek before she moved to get under the comforter. I joined her and we spooned, my semi-hard equipment resting between the twin mounds of her luscious backside and my hand gently wrapped around her tummy. "So, what happens now? After tonight?" I wasn't sure what our new relationship was, whether it was a one night thing of something longer, more tenuous. "I want to continue this; you make me feel young again. I don't feel like a mother when I'm with you, I feel like a teenager." She grasped my hand as her eyes closed entirely. "I need you. Do you have a problem with this?" "No, not at all." I lay three rapid-fire kisses along her neck. "I'm sure as hell not complaining." "Good." She breathed, "we'll talk more in the morning." She released her firm grip on my hand as we watched Jon Steward lampoon the day's events. This elegant, ebony empress, whom I cradled in my arms, fell asleep before the first commercial break. I gently rolled away from Shauna to pull my boxers back on and turn off the light before I returned to my resting lover. Was she my lover? We didn't actually make love or even fuck. We just pleasured each other, but I was still a virgin. God, that was so awesome. My biggest worry though, was how long I could save my virginity for Darla. Why am I thinking of Darla when I have a more voluptuous vixen who wants me physically? My mind was obviously awash with questions and glorious memories Eventually, I flicked off the television after The Colbert Report and I slipped into my sleeping subconscious. *** Shauna woke me up the next morning with a passionate kiss. If I wasn't a hormonal teenager, her sleep/pizza/alcohol breath would've been a turnoff. Mine evidently didn't phase her until I was fully roused. We took a shower together, we didn't exactly relive the pleasures of the previous night, but I did bring her to a small orgasm with my finger gently thrumming her clit while we rinsed off her soapy body. For her part, she fondled my penis until ejaculation while I washed my hair. She drove me to campus that day and wanted to leave me with head in the car. I had to turn her down because I had to wake up Mya and Shauna did have to get to work. We continued my lessons every week when I got back from break, these times on Thursday night. I had to pay for it, however, by watching another set of kids on Wednesday. It turns out Shauna made a deal, to watch another teacher's kids for her (the other teacher) to have time with her husband, while we got Thursday nights to ourselves without Alex and Will. Actually, we only maintained our weekly ritual for a month, but we made out every night but Wednesday. The reason why we had to stop is an entirely different story. ******** Thank you for reading the first chapter of Victorious Failure. This is my first story, so please be gentle. When the 12 chapter story is completed, I will put the entire story in Novels and Novellas. Anyways, the next chapter will be in the First Time section.