1 comments/ 39698 views/ 0 favorites Extra Biochemistry Tutorials By: cymbelline I rang the doorbell and a dog started barking. It was not a yap but the deep woof of a large dog. I was calling on Mrs Evans for some private tuition in biochemistry. Earlier in the year I had been ill for a fortnight when my class had been taught the basics of biochemical pathways. When I came back to College I found I couldn't understand what the hell was going on. My parents had arranged with Mrs Evans to give me some help to catch up. I waited and the dog went quiet but nobody answered the door so I rang again and this set the dog off again. I then heard a female voice shhing the dog to stop the noise. A door bolt rattled and a lady open the door. "Hi," I said, "I'm Ben. Coming for some extra biochem." "Yes of course," she replied, "Is it 3.30 already? I was out in the garden and forgot the time. I am Clare Evans. Do come in." She was a lady of about 40 or so, dressed in a loose T-shirt over some rather short shorts and bare feet. I felt rather overdressed in my college shirt, tie and grey trousers that my mother had insisted I wore. She opened the door and stood back motioning for me to come in. She had a friendly smiling face with shoulder length brown hair held back with a band over her head. I had just stepped into the narrow hallway when a large sandy coloured dog came bounding down the hall with its tail wagging furiously. I was so surprised that I accidentally fell against Mrs Evans who caught me. I was very embarrassed that there I was pressed up against her chest while she held my arm and my face brushed against her hair. "Oh I am so sorry," I said trying to regain my balance. I was very aware of the soft firmness of her breasts and a faint smell of sweat and a floral fragrance as she gently pushed me upright. "Bruno behave!" she said sternly, then turning to me said: "Just let him lick your hand and he will be your friend for life. He is only two years old and wants to play with everybody he meets. Are you OK?" "Yep, I am fine. Sorry about that." "No probs, Ben. Why don't you go into the dining room and I will just have a quick wash and be with you in a moment. There are some books I put out for you on the table. Have a look and see what you think." With that she opened a door from the hall as she when off to freshen up. I sat down a table and started to look through one of the books. Bruno came with me and nestled his paw on my thigh inviting me to stroke him. After only a few minutes Mrs Evans came back - she had redone her hair and taken the headband out. "I see you two are making friends. Bruno is a lovely beast. My husband, Harry, is away quite a bit and I think of Bruno as my protector and best friend. Do you have a dog?" " Not now. We did have one when I was small but it was run over by a van and since then, somehow we didn't want to get another." "Now Bruno go and lie down," she ordered, and he slunk off to lie on the rug in the window, which overlooked the garden. "We use this book at College" I said lamely as she sat down next to me. We began to go through the book. I was very conscious that her bare thigh was pressed against mine as she was sitting very close to me. We had a number books open and spread over the table as she started to explain the basics of biochemistry. Occasionally she would reach across me to find a diagram in one of the books in front of me. Each time she did I could feel the side if her breast rubbing against my arm. I began to get the idea that she was doing this on purpose and I found it a bit distracting from revision, but surprisingly arousing. Towards the end of the hour she was looking for a couple of questions for me to do before our next session. "Perhaps they over here," she said getting up and bending over a number of piles of books on the floor. She knelt down with her back to me as she searched for the items. The shape of her bottom was very obvious and the crutch of her shorts divided the two checks of her well-rounded ass. Bruno came padding over and started to join in her search. She didn't react immediately as I thought she might but seemed to pause and then turned her head and said in a soft voice, "Please Bruno, stop and sit down". The dog sat down behind her and as she turned round she fondled his ears then came back to the table with a photocopied sheet. "Have a go these two. And why don't you wear something a bit more informal and comfortable our next session. You look rather hot and flustered in that uniform." I got up from the table and collected my bits before thanking her for a very helpful session. Now I was beginning to understand the biochem. "I am glad you are finding this interesting," she said, " I will see you out". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was a steaming hot afternoon when I arrived for the second session dressed this time in T shirt and baggies. I rang the bell and almost immediately Mrs Evans showed me in. She was wearing a blue short-sleeved blouse with quite a deep neckline, which showed the swell of the tops of her breasts, the same shorts and bare feet as last time. "Oh that looks better and much more suitable for today," she said, smiling, with a heavy emphasis on 'much'. There was no sign of the wicked Bruno. We settled down to the books as before. Again her bare thigh was pressing against mine and the weather was so hot our skins were sticking together. I was finding it difficult to concentrate and getting aroused by the energy flowing across our thighs. We were trying to sort out how mitochondria work, and I was getting confused. "I have a really helpful diagram somewhere here," she said getting up and rifling through a book or two. She pushed the book across the table, leaning over as she did. I couldn't help but look straight down the gaping neck of her blouse at her tits, which were hanging beautifully surrounded by the blue cotton of her blouse. She stood up and looked hard at me while I blushed deep red. "There is a much clearer one in another book," she said, as she returned to hunting through the pile. She straightened up pulling the back of her blouse down and again pushed the book over to me. This time she leant over and pointed out the diagram and various details in it. My eyes, however, were down her blouse where even more of her breasts were showing. Despite her age she was just so arousing, with those soft rounded mounds only a couple of feet in front of me. "Ben, I am not sure which aspects you are looking at." she spoke more sternly, looking straight into my eyes. Hers were a deep hazel colour, I noticed and she seems to look at me so intensely. "Oh I'm so sorry, Mrs Evans. Yes this one is an excellent diagram." I replied, getting a little flustered. "Please call me Clare, and I am still not sure what you are looking at." she smiled with a slightly amused look, keeping her position to show off a little longer. Then she then stood up and asked if I would like a cold drink - which I gladly accepted. Bruno came in while Clare was in the kitchen. He came up for his welcome pat on the head and he then ran off into the garden through the open French windows. "Ben is Coke OK?" she shouted through. "Yes please that would be great." She came back with a tray with two glasses of Coke. "I am sure you could do with something to cool you down," she said with that infuriating way she had. I didn't know whether she meant the double meaning or how to respond so I dumbly just said thanks. She sat down next to me and reached across me for a book and her breast again pressed against my bare arm. She seemed to pause a little longer than was necessary and I could feel tingles running up my arm from the closeness of the beautiful tits I had been looking at a minute or so before. We got on with the session but I was getting hotter in more than one sense. I suddenly felt Bruno's wet paws on my shorts, leaving them wet and muddy. "Oh I am sorry Ben." she said, "Bruno is so friendly! Now, Bruno, out! Let me get a cloth to wash you down." With that she ushered Bruno out into the room and shut the door behind her. Moments later with a bowl and a flannel. "Why don't you sit down and I will wipe up this mess. He is such a naughty boy and needs a lot of exercise." So I sat down with my legs apart as Clare knelt between my knees. It suddenly felt so embarrassing that I was opening my legs to her and she was kneeling so close to me. She squeezed out the sponge, and gently sponged the inside of my thighs. It felt so amazing as she rinsed off the mud, holding my leg as she worked on me. I could see right down her blouse to her gorgeous cleavage and her black bra. She looked up at me and again caught me and smiled: "I think you rather like the view down that valley." I blushed again and couldn't think of anything to say. "That looks as if it has got the worst off," she smiled towelling my leg dry, "but there looks to be something here which might need wiping soon," And with that she put her flat palm on the obvious swelling in my shorts and ruffled it in much the same way she had done to Bruno's head. "Oh! Clare," I gasped in pleasure, my hand reaching out to stroke her hair, "You sure surprised me then!" "Oh! Ben." she said, mimicking my voice. "I have a surprise for you too, as the central heating service man is coming any minute now. Now our next session, could it be about six-ish as I can't manage the afternoon tomorrow?" She stood up now, and I could see the gorgeous swell of her breasts, and even the distinctive shape of her nipples pushing forward under her blouse. Her shorts seemed so tight too, disappearing in folds between her legs. "That's fine by me," I replied, "This will be our last session won't it?" I said failing to keep a sad note out of my voice. I stood up, gathering my things together and hoping she hadn't seen the prominent bulge in my shorts as my cock pushed up hard. "Well you have caught up with the biochemistry on the syllabus," she smiled, looking me up and down, "but if I can help you with any other topic just give me a call." She moved towards the door, so I followed, then she turned, ruffled my hair and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "You have got those questions to do for tonight, haven't you?" she whispered Suddenly the doorbell rang and Bruno started his barking again. "Must the engineer and he is on time!" Clare said, leading the way out of the dining room. I followed close behind, her scent acting like a magnet to me. She paused by the door and leant back against the wall. "Well goodbye till tomorrow!" she smiled. I don't know why I did what I did, but I just reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, then pecked her on the cheek, the same way she'd kissed me. She smiled and her eyes twinkled as she looked me full in the face. "Lightly, Ben lightly," she said, "and I'm afraid you need to be off now, as the central heating man can't wait." She moved to open the door before opening it to let me out. The service engineer was standing on the step and he moved aside to let me pass. "See you tomorrow, Clare." I said brightly while trying to fathom out what she had meant by 'Lightly' and indeed all the other events of the afternoon. The biochem I could now deal with but not Clare. Had she really touched my crutch and given me a kiss? Was it my imagination or had she really made those comments about me looking at her tits? That night I tried to concentrate on the biochem problems but my mind kept wandering back to the events of that amazing hour. Well it was amazing to a lad whose experience of women amounted to some inconclusive fumblings with a couple of girls. Could it really be that Clare was coming on to me? What might happen if she was? My mind raced on to imagining the soft skin of her face against mine wrapped in a long passionate kiss as I traced the outline of her blouse on the full swell of her breasts, of delving beneath the fabric to cup the lace and warm firmness of those gorgeous soft mounds. My hand dropped to my leg where she had carefully washed and dried Bruno's licking. It moved up to ruffle the flies of my shorts as she had done and then I couldn't help but let it move inside to stroke my very hard tool. If only Clare was doing this now! In bed that night I again rehearsed how Clare had behaved and relived my fantasy and released my tension imagining Clare's hands were slowly working me up towards a fantastic orgasm. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The following day went very slowly trying to occupy myself with practical jobs to keep my mind away from what I hope might happen tonight. At the end of the afternoon I took a long shower and carefully shaved. I chose quite a smart short sleeved shirt, cut-offs and my best pair of boxers. I opted for a little aftershave and underarm spray, not wanting her to find any fault in my grooming. It got to time to leave when I realised I hadn't finished the last question for Clare. Too late now so I just packed my papers, said "Cheers" to my father telling him I was off to see Mrs Evans. He hardly looked up from the newspaper. My heart was pumping away and I had a slightly sick feeling in my stomach. "This is ridiculous," I said to myself. "you are going for a tutorial on the TCA cycle and not out with some hot date." I was not sure what a hot date was but it sounded right, and somehow felt like she was As I walked up the path to Clare's house my legs felt like jelly and I was glad I had used the deodorant because I could feel sweat trickling down my arm pits despite the cool of the evening. Bruno started up as soon as I pinged the bell. Clare opened the door almost immediately and motioned for me to come in. "My Ben! Have you got a date later tonight?" she teased. I blushed furiously and mumbled "Nope." "I am highly honoured then," she said smiling her enigmatic smile. "Lets go through." As I came into the dining room Bruno came bouncing up, tail wagging and I stroked his head as he nuzzled against the outside of my thigh. Clare was arranging her things on the table. She was wearing a pale blue round-neck cardigan with the top three buttons undone. I could not see the straps of a bra as she bent over the table, and her breasts moved gently as she moved. No bra today? My heart beat even faster as I imagined her breasts naked against the soft wool. Her skirt was long and a kind of wrap round in a light cotton with a dark blue pattern. As usual, no shoes. Having welcomed me, Bruno turned to Clare and tried to put his paws on her skirt. "Give me a hand with him please." she said, "I don't know what has got into him tonight". I grabbed the fur on his shoulders and tried to pull him away but he lunged forward and I could feel the back of my hands between Clare's smooth thighs under her skirt. She had bent over me and the soft wool of the cardigan brushed against my ear and cheek. I pulled again and he came out. Clare straightened her skirt. "Are you OK?" I asked as she pushed the dog out into the garden. "Fine, it's just that he has been in a really playful mood all afternoon. He seems to be able to sense things in the air you know. I blame your aftershave!" She said laughing. Her face was flushed and she brushed her hair away from her face as she sat down and patted the chair next to her for me to sit. "Let's make a start. How did you get on with the questions last night?" "I did the first easily but I am sorry I haven't finished the second one." "Was it too hard or couldn't you concentrate?" "No, not too hard..." I couldn't finish the sentence and again blushed at the implication of what I'd said. Clare nudged me with her elbow. "I understand. I found last evening a bit difficult to settle to anything so I had a long soak in a hot soothing bath when the repair man had gone. I find that really does relieve tensions, don't you?" I mumbled something and got out my essays. She seemed pleased with what I had managed to do on the problems and we went through the end of the incomplete one. We then started on the next topic. She had asked me to explain what I thought was happening with the enzymes in one part of the cycle. I launched into this as best I could. I looked over to Clare, as he thigh brushed against mine. She leaned back in her chair and began to stretch, putting her hands behind her head. As she did her breasts were pushed out against the thin wool of her cardigan and her cleavage showed at the open neck. I thought I could just make out the outline of her nipples too, and found it difficult to focus on what I was saying. "Oops! Sorry to put you off," she smiled, "I have a hard day and my back aches a bit on these chairs." "I give my Mum a neck rub when her back hurts. Would you like to see if it helps you?" I said, surprised by my own boldness. She nodded so I got up and stood behind Clare and began to gently massage the skin of muscles of her neck that run up to the base of her head, moving from the soft wool of her cardigan to the smoothness of her skin under her hair. "Umm feel's great," she murmured, "But the pain is in the shoulders, a bit lower down." She leant forward and I dropped my hands on to her shoulders again stroking the soft wool of her cardigan. I tried to find the right places but massaging the wool was different from her skin. Her skin was cool but the wool seemed to give off heat and yet moved easily against her underlying skin. As my hands moved to her shoulders I realised I was right – there were no bra straps, just smooth skin. "How is that?" I asked, "I can't get any lower because of the high back of the chair." "You have got a great technique," she replied, "That has helped a lot but I think we had better get on now. Perhaps you could give me another treat before you leave." "Was that light enough?" I asked pointedly, remembering her words of yesterday. "What do you mean? Oh yes, I remember. I'll explain that later. Now let's not be distracted any more!" I was now well and truly aroused, but tried to hide my hard on as I sat down again next to her. She smiled and put her arm round me and squeezed me against her breast. I could feel the warm soft fuzziness of the wool against my bare arm. It felt different from yesterday, the breast moved easily but I could still feel the swelling firmness. "Come on then - and because it is the last session I have put some wine in the fridge to cool so we can relax after all this work. A kind of reward for trying so hard. Do you fancy that?" "That would be great." I said turning back to the books but in a turmoil wondering about the implications of Clare's invitation. Would my fantasy be played out? We worked away for the next half an hour. We sat close together as on the other sessions. Clare's leg pressed against mine. I became aware after a while that the skirt had slipped off and I could feel the skin of her thigh against mine. I stole a quick peek down and saw that the wrap over was not only showing all her leg but also a side of her lacy dark blue knickers. "Keep your mind on the task for another five minutes!" came from a pretend gruff voice beside me. "Sorry Clare I though I had dropped something." "Rubbish," she said laughing. "You haven't, not yet anyway. Back to work!" With that she stroked my bare arm and briefly put her head on my shoulder. We rounded off the enzyme dynamics and Clare began to clear up her books and papers while I did the same with mine. She picked hers up and went over to the bookcase and bent over to put them back on the shelves and again the slit in her skirt opened revealing her leg well up her thigh. She gathered it together as she opened the door and in bounced Bruno trying to jump up again. Extra Biochemistry Tutorials "Come into the kitchen and collect a glass. Is white Ok for you, Ben?" "Fine," I said following her. "What shall I do with Bruno?" "I think he better go out into the garden otherwise he will just be pestering us all the time." I went back to French windows in the dining room holding onto Bruno's collar as he tried to play again. Opening the door I pushed him out and then joined Clare in the kitchen. "Well I hope that our sessions have helped. You seemed to have grasped the key principles very well and got some idea of how to develop them in the future. Cheers!" Clare said passing me a glass and raising her own. "It has been great." I replied, "You have explained things very clearly and I am beginning to get the idea." "I take it that your ideas are biochemical," she laughed. "Who knows," I rejoined beginning to relax and enjoy playing with double meanings. "Well, well I thought I was the only one using the double entendre!" she said over her shoulder as she led the way into the sitting room. This was decorated in warm dark reds and oranges as compared with the stark whiteness of the dining room. There were two small sofas facing each other with a large upholstered stool occupying much of the pace between them. There were a number of low cupboards and units with HiFi and TV. The dark red wall was covered with pictures of different sizes. Clare sat on one sofa and I sat on the other while we chatted about the pictures. Many were photos of Clare and Harry's travels in India and Australia. I couldn't help my staring at her breasts as she sat opposite me, watching how they moved as she moved her arms about, pointing out the pictures and artworks in the room. "I have just been given my Dad's old digital camera and I am trying to use it." I said hoping to launch into my latest hobby. " They are great tools aren't they. We have Dimage F27.What is yours? How about a top up? Give me your glass and come into the kitchen and tell me about it." I followed Clare out talking about my little Nikon. She put a pizza in the oven and got out a couple of plates and cutlery. She again stretched as she stood up. Sadly her back was to me. She refilled the glasses and gave me mine. "I expect you'd like a nibble later – sorry, that was just too obvious. I am afraid I have only got pizza, the three cheese version." "My favourite. Is your back still hurting? What about that massage?" "I must have pulled my shoulder out in the garden. Let's go through again. If you don't mind, your massage did seem to help before." Clare put her drink beside the HiFi and pressed play. It was a quiet classical piece I didn't know. She sat down on the end of the big stool and lifted her hair forward. I took a quick slurp of my wine then moved close behind her. "Am I OK here?" she asked as I began to gently stroke the back of her neck again. Massaging her neck was magical with my thumbs and fingers on her skin and the backs of my hands being brushed by her hair. "No lower down please. On the shoulders and the top of the back." I tried to keep my contact with her skin as I moved down but the neck of her cardigan made it difficult. Clare sensed this and offered to undo the front of her cardigan a little more and pushed it back off her shoulders. "No peeking mind!" she whispered to me. I mumbled something about not dreaming of it while I continued working my thumbs into her aching shoulder muscles, now with my hands slipping inside the soft wool of her cardigan. "Rubbish!" she said laughingly, "I have been ravished by your eyes ever since you were pushed into me on day one by Bruno." "Oh God! I am sorry," I said freezing with shame. "I am sorry if I embarrassed you, or offended." Clare looked back over her shoulder and smiled as she took my hand palm upwards and kissed it. "It is a while since I have had a good looking young man taking such interest in my ageing body. Actually I am very flattered you should find me attractive so don't feel bad. You are doing a great job there. Could you carry on for a few more minutes and then I think the pizza will be ready. I am famished. Another slurp perhaps?" I passed her glass trying desperately not to look down her front, but noticing that her breasts were now only just hidden by the blue wool as she's undone those extra buttons. She took a drink and I continued with my work. When she straightened up and flexed her shoulders I could clearly see the top of her breasts and the deep valley between. I was so glad she wasn't wearing a bra. I was frantically trying to think of other things to distract my growing hard on. I worked my fingers down her spine as far as I could trying to ease the tight muscles, then out to the point of her shoulder and back. I could feel Clare relaxing and leaning her back against me. I arched my waist away so she could not feel my hardness. She shifted her position on the stool a little and pushed back against me. There was no doubt that she must have felt it that time, as I felt a gorgeous shudder as my cock pressed against her back. She move forwards again and bent forward with her hair falling over her face. Now I had to lean over her back to keep up the massage. I was almost lying on top of her with my embarrassment forced against her firm body under the soft wool. "Do you think the pizza is done? It smells good." I said trying to escape with dignity. "You are probably right. I feel very relaxed and my ache in the shoulder has gone." She said that with a heavy stress on the 'I' and 'shoulder'. "How about you?" "Sorry?" I said dumbly not expecting any response. After a pause I asked, "Clare what did you mean by 'lightly' the other day?" "Ahha, time enough. Let's get the pizza. You have hardly touched your second glass. Sup up." She finished her glass, grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen. She refilled her glass and topped mine up. I think she had forgotten that her cardigan was still unbuttoned about half way down, either that or she wasn't bothered about it. Either way I didn't care, watching the delightful way her breasts moved under the wool as she sorted out the plates and leaned forward to open the oven. She pulled out the pizza, and put it on a separate plate. "Let's take the plates through and you can tell me about the sort of things you do with your camera." She smiled, putting a roll of kitchen roll under her arm. I followed her back with my glass and plate. She was drawing the curtains and putting on a couple of soft lamps on the units. I had sat down on my sofa and as she bent over to sit with her plate I had a wonderful view of her breasts swinging beneath the wool. She swished the split side of her skirt round so her legs were covered. She tore off a couple of sheets of kitchen roll for me to wipe my fingers as I ate and passed them over, smiling as I couldn't help but gaze at her cleavage. " I haven't had Dad's camera long but I have got a thing about the shapes of trees and have taken quite a few images of different kinds. You know against a plain sky, kind of silhouettes." The pizza was good but bit hot as I nibbled round the edge. "We had a similar theme a year or so ago. I'll dig out the folder in a minute and you can have a look." We went on to discuss printers and photo-editing software as we finished the food. Clare got up and took a folder from one of the cupboards. "Come and sit over here next to me and then I can show you." I joined her on the small sofa. We were sitting close together and the split of her skirt had opened again so my leg was again against her bare thigh. And looking across to her I couldn't help see the beautiful swell of her breasts, now only partially hidden by the blue wool. She laid the folder across our laps and left her hand under it resting between my legs. Because we were so close I had to put my right arm along the back of the sofa behind her. Clare then went on to talk about the first photos. They were really good. About half way through the pile I felt her hand turn over so instead of holding up the folder it was now touching my inner thigh. I moved away slightly but the pressure was firmer, so I just gave in to let the gorgeous feeling continue – and my cock harden fully. We spent quite a bit of time taking about how they had taken a shot of a beech tree when she leaned back into the sofa and against my arm. Without thinking I cupped her shoulder and gently pulled Clare towards me. "Lightly," she whispered, and turned her face up and we kissed. My hand moved to the skin on the back of her neck and my fingers spread into her hair, feeling her hand still stroking along my inner thigh. e broke off and moved the folder on to the low table in front of us before snuggling back into my arm. "Clare, please tell me what you mean by 'lightly'" I asked, "I like you a lot and don't want to offend or hurt you." She kissed me again long and gently. I responded urgently but she held me still. "Ben I think you are sweet and considerate. I should hate to upset you. By all means let's have some fun but just don't get too serious, that's all really." As she said that she took my left hand, kissed it and pressed it to the soft valley between her breasts. She trapped it there as she turned to embrace me once more. It felt so wonderful to feel the softness of her breasts squeezing me, and my fingers gently stroked the warm skin. I thought "To hell with lightly lets go!" and kissed her opening my mouth. As I did, she did the same and our tongues mingled and twisted. I could not resist feeling the warm firmness of her breast and my fingers explored under her cardigan. The smooth skin against my palm contrasted with the soft wool against the back of my hand. Clare moved slightly and purred encouragingly. I carefully moved my hand below her breast to cup it and feel the weight. Gently massaging the beautiful firmness I moved my hand out the side and back to the valley before exploring the other. Clare lifted herself so my hand could move more easily. Her hand meanwhile was running through my hair and across my face exploring my ears and eyes and nose with little probing movements. Her kisses followed her fingers. Carefully and slowly I swept my hand up from under her breast over her nipple to the top of her breast and down again. There was a gasp from Clare and she pressed herself against me hard. "Um that's nice." she moaned so I did it again and then moved across to the other breast. Gaining in confidence I slid the nipple between my fingers and squeezed gently. Clare's hand left smoothed over my face and rested on my chest with her fingers gently kneading and spreading across my shirt. I moved my wrist so that the bases of my fingers played on her nipple which felt as if it was almost bouncing from one finger to the next. She undid a button on my shirt and slid her hand inside making me shuddered with pleasure as she did. Clare giggled "You are very sensual aren't you?" "Oh Clare you feel so wonderful," I replied, nuzzling her neck with kisses. She pulled herself off me and laid back into the corner of the sofa opening her arms to me to come over to her. I slid my hands over the cardigan up to her arm-pits and then back down over the sides of her breasts. The soft wool tickled my fingers as I lightly followed her body beneath. I let my hands fall to her waist where a thin line of skin was showing and the slid my hands under the wool up to her breasts again. Clare was lying back with her arms half crooked, her eyes were half shut and she wore a sleepy smile. I bent over to kiss the valley and to begin to explore the breasts I could reach with my mouth. It was an amazing feeling of smooth damp skin moving slightly under my kisses and tongue and the soft warmth of the wool of her cardigan on my face. "Umm you are so naughty," she said pushing my head deeper between her breasts. After a while I sat back and, caressing her breasts from outside her cardigan, said "Oh Clare you are fabulous." She brought her hand down to rest on my shirt and began to open the buttons pausing every so often to slip her hand inside and explore. She then pulled it back and leant forward to kiss my chest and nipples. The effect was electric and I held her head hard against my chest. She wriggled up and kissed my neck before pushing back slightly and just flicking my nipples with her tongue. I jumped again and she relaxed back into her corner with a wicked smile on her face almost daring me to copy her. Tentatively I ran my fingers up the opening of her cardigan to find the flesh above, briefly slipped inside before taking it out to find a smooth hard button and flipping it through its button hole with my thumb. Clare was still smiling so I tried the next two. I slipped my hand back inside and up to her nipples as they pushed out the soft weave of the wool and then lifting my wrist let the fabric slide sideways to reveal the breast. This was the first real boob I had seen and I paused to wonder at it. Clare reached forward and pulled my head down onto her breast. Carefully supporting its weight I lifted it and brushed her nipple with my mouth, backwards and forwards with my lips as she had done to me. Clare was purring and running her fingers through my hair. I slightly opened my mouth and sucked the nipple. She jerked but held my head even more firmly. "You learn quickly," she whispered. "I have a good teacher," I mumbled with a mouthful of nipple. She laughed and I sat back to take off my shirt. I bent forward to kiss the skin showing at her waist and ran my hand down her leg. She brought my hand back to her breast and I continued undoing the remaining few buttons. The silk of the binding on the wool now lay across her breast as I kissed it feeling the three different softnesses: skin, wool and now the cool smooth silk. My hand meanwhile was tracing the other edge of the cardigan opening with its hard cold buttons contrasting with the other textures. Each hand was now cupped under Clare's breasts gently pushing then together and apart. I buried my head between them and pushed them against my cheeks moaning quietly as one of my fantasies came true. I surfaced for air and slid my hands up to Clare's shoulder enjoying the contrast of soft skin and soft wool. She sat forward with her breasts touching my bare chest for the first time, her cardigan hanging loosely and framing the gorgeous pink swollen flesh. We then grabbed each other with arms round each others' shoulders and kissed fiercely, with tongues lashing away. Her breasts were squashed against me and she was moving so that they were sweeping over my chest. She threw her head back and lifted herself so my head was again buried between those gorgeous globes. Then she bent and kissed me from above and gradually kissed her way down onto my chest and on to my tummy button. Her hands were either side of my hips as she pushed herself up and knelt on the sofa beside me with her breasts slightly moving and her thigh showing through the slit in her skirt. We continued to massage and tantalise each other. Each time I moved my hand below her waist she would retrieve it and put it back on her breast. "Your hands do really wander, don't they?" she whispered laughingly. "Are you surprised? They have never had the chance before." " I don't believe that! You must have had with other girls." "Not like this. You are so fabulous." We had another sip of wine and gently lay together for a while. She got up to put on a new CD and then came back and tickled me on the ribs. I squirmed and grabbed her smothering her with kisses on neck face, across her breasts and down to her tummy. She pushed me back and half lay on top of me flicking my nipples with her tongue. My hands were rubbing her back and moved down to the waist of her skirt and beyond that over her bottom. This time they were not removed. I suddenly felt her hand on the waist of my shorts and slipping inside. I stopped breathing and sucked in my stomach to give her more room. She pulled her hand out and this time slid under my boxers as well as the shorts. Her fingers were cool against my over heated belly. She twisted my pubic hair and moved on. " You better start breathing again!" she whispered giggling. "I daren't. You might stop." "Not now," as I felt her hold the stem of my tool. " You are much too interesting!" She sat back on her haunches looking at me, her cardigan framing those perfect full breasts, and her skirt in loose folds revealing her calf and thigh. "I think we should let him out don't you?" she smiled, looking straight at me. Bending forward, she undid my shorts and pulled them down revealing the tent in my boxers. She bent further and kissed the bulge and then ruffled it gently as she had done to Bruno's head. I tried to slip my hand under her waistband but she sat back and pulled my boxers down, exposing my cock to her gaze. "My, my! Just lie back and enjoy. We will see about anything else later," she whispered as she pushed me back into the sofa and she slid onto the floor in front of me. She reached over for the kitchen roll and tore off a few sheets. "Ease up a minute while I slip this under you otherwise Bruno will go mad if we spill anything!" She was gazing at my cock now throbbing hard in front of her, my foreskin opening as my hardness grew. Then with a feel of ecstasy she reached her hand forward and gently touched my hard shaft. I moaned and lay back as she grabbed me firmly, feeling my shaft with her whole hand. Slowly she began to move her hand up my tool squeezing the foreskin over the end then back down and under my balls. Back up and down again. The pressure of her fingers gradually tighten round my tool and then became very soft. Her fingers then seemed to as if they were playing a tune on a recorder with the tips making contact in sequence running up and down. She spent more time paused at the head, gently drumming with her finger tips first on the top and then underneath. Her fingers then circled the top and firmly slid down and up a couple of times. I was in heaven and nearly cumming at the total pleasure she was giving me, and the sight of her cardigan clad body with her breasts wobbling as her hand moved up and down my shaft. "Clare," I gasped " I going to come any minute..." "That's the idea, just relax." She smiled. She let go of my cock and moved up to kiss my belly button and stomach. Her breasts were now enclosing my tool and lightly caressing it as she moved, with the wool rubbing and caressing my open legs. She lifted my cock so that it pointed upwards and then put her hands either side of her breasts and squeezed my tool between them. I couldn't help but move my hips to thrust up between the soft warm enclosing skin. "Go for it!" She whispered, "Enjoy me and cum for me!" I began to drive more and more urgently until I knew I could take no more. I felt the cum build up then spurted out all over her chest, as I moaned and whimpered out with pleasure. I watched as each spurt splashed up her skin, covering her breasts and neck with my hot semen. The release felt as if everything had been drained out of me as I slumped back with a huge sigh. "That sounded nice," she muttered as she kissed the bottom of my ribs. I held her gently and quietly caressed her bare back and down to her breasts. She slid her hands up to my arm pits kissed my nipple and she slowly peeled herself of me and picked up a piece of kitchen towel and began mopping me. I was spreading the glistening liquid across her breasts and round her nipples. "Don't spread it around too far" She smiled, passing me a couple of sheets to clean up with as she began to remove my evidence from her neck and breasts. Extra Biochemistry Tutorials "God Clare that was wonderful," I gasped, as I pulled her back on the sofa. We lay kissing and slowly exploring each other but now it was relaxed and sleepy. I continued to try to push my hand under her skirt but she mumbled "Uhha, not now." Her skirt had fallen apart enough to show her blue silk knickers with a fresh damp stain where they disappeared between her thighs. "Clare, you look very wet down there," I whispered. "Are you surprised after what you have been doing to me?" "Oh yes, I better sort that out and, you young man, had better get yourself decent and return to the bosom of your family." " I would rather stay with your bosom," I said nuzzling between her breasts again. She took hold of both my shoulders and pushed me away. "Ben, that's enough! Get yourself decent. I can hear Bruno scratching at the backdoor and if I let him in with you like that I wouldn't like to think of the consequences." She said laughing. She pulled her cardigan together and fastened a couple of buttons in the middle hiding those gorgeous globes. I reluctantly got dressed not wishing to make her cross. "Clare, if I have any further problems with biochem can I call on you?" "Of course. Why don't you bring some of your photos next time? I might show you some more of mine!" she spoke with that twinkle in her eye and a smile across her lips. We both got up and walked towards the hall. She put her arm round me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "That was fun but remember 'lightly'! Bye Ben. Good luck with the exams". She closed the front door and I heard her calling for Bruno, "Bruno, walkies".