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Final Exam
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Final Exam
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"I hope so. That's why they brought you to me." "I'll never forget you," he said. It would be idiocy to confess that she'd never forget him, either. "Remembering me isn't important," she said instead. "Remembering what you've learned is vital. When you're with someone with whom you can establish a permanent relationship, you need to please her thoroughly every time. She needs to please you as well, of course, but you can let her worry about that." "You've pleased me every time, brought me pleasure I hadn't imagined." She could believe she'd brought him pleasure, being trained to do just that. His not imagining it was impossible. Male adolescence was spent imagining it. "And this time," she reminded him, "you're to bring me pleasure as well." Not that he hadn't brought her pleasure, bittersweet pleasure, for these last three months. He stripped her slowly, remembering to kiss everywhere. If he'd known a little more, her arousal would have betrayed her emotional involvement. As it was, he licked up the moisture she produced as if it were the natural result of his ministrations. When she was near her climax, he kissed her elsewhere. "Javon!" she said when he'd again brought her near, achingly near. Then he entered her, completed her. His motions within stoked the fires higher and higher. As she climaxed, she clamped her mouth to conceal her feelings. He finished moments later, then cuddled her as he'd been taught. She held him to her breasts in a professional fashion. She wiped the totally unprofessional tears away before letting him rise. His final kiss almost undid her. "Well, my teacher," he asked, "do I pass?" "You certainly do." And he did pass. He passed out of her life. |
The end Final Exam Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2003/11/10 2004/04/14 Thanks to Neneh for editing this. For other very-short stories, see: "Flash Flood" This is indexed with my other stories not otherwise classified under: Etc. Stories Not Otherwise Classified The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |