~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I picked the phone up on the third ring.  It was about time for Helen and
me to have our long Saturday night call.   "Hi," I said enthusiastically,
expecting it to be her.
"Hi, Mark.  It's me again, Kitty."
"Hey - nice to hear from you...How are you doing?"  Again, nonchalant in
manner, though I felt anything but, deep inside.
"Ummm, I don't know.   I was just feeling kind of lonely and very horny,
and I was thinking about talking to you....If you were here, I swear to
god, I'd jump your bones in asecond."
"That sounds nice...."
"No.  Seriously, Mark.  I mean...it's hard for me to ask this....but,
really, if you were willing to spring for a motel, I'd come meet you.
Right now?...Are you busy?  I just realized today that it's been exactly
one year since I got laid, and that's way too long.  I think with you I
could still feel anonymous and that there'd be no strings attached, so I'd
feel comfortable."  She seemed to be slurring her speech slightly.  I
wondered if maybe she'd been drinking and that had given her the courage to
call.
I felt like I had just been hit by a truck.  What to do?  On the one hand
this seemed like exactly what I'd been dreaming of, and yet....There was
Helen, of course; I really didn't want to screw up our relationship.  But I
realized that was only a pretext - I was distressed to see that I'd be
perfectly willing to cheat on her.  I was much more worried about what
would happen if I showed up and she discovered that I was her anthro
teacher - her desire to remain anonymous was more than apparent, and there
was little question that things would get messy.  I wanted to be able to
keep this relationship going as long as I could, and I was afraid,
considering what she said, that finding out who I was would put an end to
it right there.  And I was also uneasy about the sort of trouble I could
get into if I was screwing around with a student - any student.  I mulled
her offer over, and then finally - cursing myself the whole time - said,
"Look, Kitty, believe me, I'd love to make love to you..." That sounded too
serious and I corrected myself, trying to sound far more light-hearted than
I felt.  "...No, believe me, I'd love to have obscenely kinky sex with you,
but I just don't think it's a good idea.  I will give you the best phone
fucking of your life though, if you want, right now."
She sighed. "No, you're right.....I can't even believe I got up the guts to
just ask you that.  It probably wouldn't have been a good idea...."  Her
voice trailed off.  "Anyway, I've got a porn movie on, and my dildo, and a
cucumber here with me....."
"Oh, so you've already started without me, eh?"
"Umm, yeah," she said, sounding sheepish for the first time in all our
conversations.
"Okay, how about first tell me a little bit about what you're wearing?"
"Let's see.  A UCLA t-shirt and white bikini panties.  I like this pair a
lot, 'cause they're kinda satiny.    They've got a slight wet spot just at
my pussy, you know, since I've been hot for a while."
"Mmm.  sounds great.  And I like the idea of you in something more
'natural' than what I'm used to seeing you in....What's going on on the
screen?"
"Well, there's these two really sexy women with one guy.  The guy is
fucking one of them doggy style while she eats out the other woman."
"Why don't you imagine you're joining them - or that you're the woman in
the middle.  Would you like to lick the other woman's pussy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, imagine you've got her face buried between her very soft thighs.
Lick all around her and think about the wetness of her cunt.  Try to
picture how good she feels when she gets your cute little tongue on her
clit.  I heard her say how sexy she thinks you are - she's never been with
an Asian woman before , but has always wanted to be.  Now, think about that
guy's hands holding you down wile he fucks you.  He's got his nice firm
hands on your waist and he slides his cock in and out of your pussy.
You're already very, very  wet, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Try and get on all fours if you can.  Slip your panties off to one side
and then slide the cucumber into your cunthole.  Imagine that it's his
cock.    Can you do that for me?"
"Okay.  Hold on a sec.  Uhhhh, there.....it's in.  That feels good."
"Now slide it slowly - that's his big hard-on fucking you, filling you up."
"Yeah, I'm watching him and imagining he's in me.  He's got an awesome
body.  I'd love to run my hands all over his chest."
"Yeah, imagine how it feels - and then imagine running your hands all over
that woman's tits.  She's got great tits, doesn't she?"
"Uh-huh, she's got great fucking tits.  I'd love to suck on them.  Mmm,
imagine squeezing them is making my cunt even wetter...."
"Good, now imagine that you're rubbing your titties right up against hers.
You can feel your nipples press against each other....and that guy is still
right behind you pounding in and out of your horny little pussy."
"Have the woman turn so that we're in a 69 while he's fucking me..."
"Okay, she goes beneath you and you can tell that her tongue is alternating
between your clit and his shaft while he's sliding in and out of you.
Meanwhile you keep lapping at her pretty blond pussy.  Can you feel her
boobs pressing into your tummy?"
"Yes, they're really soft...."
"Good, and you know what?  I'm right there in the room with you, jerking
off wildly as you put on this great show for me, watching  you with this
girl and guy.  I'm going to come over towards you so you can suck on my
dick - "
"Yes - "
"Yeah, I'm right there.   I'm reaching down and playing  with your nipples
while you run your tongue over the head of my dick."
"Oh, god, I want to feel your cock in my mouth so bad, Mark...."
"Are you still fucking yourself with the cucumber?"
"Not really.  I'm just leaving it in there to fill me up, while I rub my
clitty."
"Okay, just give it a few hard fast strokes, and then go back to playing
with your clit." Deep moans from the phone receiver.   "Now stick you're
tongue out and pretend you're licking me.  Let me hear you moan some more."
"God, yes.  I really am a nasty little slut, aren't I, fucking myself with
this cucumber and masturbating over the phone with a guy I've never even
seen before?"
"Yes, Gr - Kitty" (Shit - I've really got to be more careful.  Fortunately
the slip wasn't noticeable...or at least there was no reaction from Grace).
"I can tell you love being  just like a little bitch in heat."
"Oh, fuck, say that again."
"Yes, you nasty little girl, I can tell you love being a little bitch in
heat - being incredibly dirty and nasty on the phone - "
"Yeah.  Jesus, my clit feels like it's on fire.  I'd love to feel your
tongue on it."
"Yeah, wet your fingers with some of your saliva and then imagine it's me
licking you....."
She interrupted me with a low shriek.  "Oh, god, Mark, I'm going to
come...."  I came with her.
We were silent for several seconds.  I have no idea what was running
through her head.  Hell, I couldn't even *begin* to describe what was
running through mine.
Finally, Grace spoke again.  "Wow, thanks.  Man, talking like that is
*really* sexy."  She sounded relaxed and happy, but there was also a tinge
of sadness in her voice.
"Yeah, it is....."  We spoke for quite a while longer, having thrown off
whatever melancholy lay upon us and chatted in a friendly way. I told her
I'd be in to see her in the booth on Thursday.
As soon as I hung up, the phone rang again.  It was Helen.  "Hi, hon - I've
been trying to call, but your phone's been busy for a long time.  Who were
you talking to?"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The only time I ever saw Grace on campus outside of class was at one point
right near the end of the semester.  I had stopped in for a caffeine fix
at the student union to get me through my mid-afternoon downtime.  She saw
me first.  "Oh, hi, professor.  I was actually just about to do some
studying for our class."  She motioned to the course reader she was
holding.
I guess it's my acting experience, but I still found it possible to retain
my composure and act normally around her in class.   "Oh, man.  Please
don't call me professor - I don't even have my Ph.D. yet.  Michael will
do...."
"Nice day, huh?
"Yeah."  I grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerated bin.
"Hmm - I'd been thinking I'd get a cappucino, but it's so hot I think I'll
get a Coke instead, too."  I noted that she reached for a bottle instead of
a can.  A bottle?  Perfectly natural and there was nothing objectionable to
it, but.....
"Bye.  See you in class tomorrow."  Jesus, she certainly looked like a
typical - if gorgeous - student as she walked around campus.  The thought
of watching her sliding the coke bottle in and out of her gorgeous pussy
just a few weeks before was still emblazoned in my brain.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The school year was almost at an end.  I racked my brains trying to figure
out some way to keep up my "relationship" with Grace.  Could I reveal
myself?  I just knew that would be too risky.  And I was petrified of
harming my relationship with Helen, which was certainly still fine.  I felt
the promise of ecstasy and agony.   It was all too easy to imagine falling
in love with Grace and fucking  myself up completely in the process.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I brought in something special.  And this is for me, not for you, so don't
worry about tipping today.  Hold on a quick second."  Grace set the phone
beside her.  Reaching down below her cushion, she pulled up a Benetton bag
and proceeded to remove some clothing from it.   I watched as she hurriedly
slipped on what looked like a high school uniform: white blouse, plaid
skirt, and knee socks.  She then quickly slipped her hair back into a pony
tail.
"Wow, you look absolutely fanta - "
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."  Grace interrupted me before I
could even blurt out the rest of my compliment.  I figured out immediately
what she was up to.   But Jesus H. Christ, what did I know about what went
on in a confessional?
"I came to the confession booth, father, because I've been having impure
thoughts."
"What sort of impure thoughts, my child?"
"All I can think about are boys' bodies.  I want to run my hands all over
them.  I imagine having all the good-looking boys from school lined up
naked so I can look at them all over, especially their penises.  I wonder
what it would be like to feel one of them put his thing in my vagina.  I
like the idea of taking off my clothes for them and having them watch me
too.  I would walk back and forth naked in front of them and I wonder if
they would think I'm sexy, and if seeing me naked would make them get
erections.  I've never seen what a boy's penis looks like when it gets
hard, father, but I want to.   I wonder if I could make them want to touch
themselves."
"My dear child," I put on my best pompous voice, "I'm sure that if he were
confronted with a girl as lovely as you in that situation, even the pope
would find himself busily stroking his infallible cock."
Grace giggled, and I started to lose it too, but she soon snapped back into
a more serious fantasy mode.    "But, father, are these feelings natural or
am I a bad girl for having them?"
I couldn't actually tell whether she wanted reassurance or to hear that she
was a sinner.  Maybe a mixture of both.   I held on for a moment before
responding.
"And, I've got something else to confess too, father, I...I like to watch
you, when you're delivering your sermon.  I watch you as you stand up in
front of everyone and I find myself thinking about...about...I think about
going underneath the pulpit and taking you in my mouth while you talk to
everyone.  I imagine bobbing my head up and down on your cock, working on
you frantically,  my saliva trickling down your thighs.  My head would be
under your robe and I'd be tickling your balls as I suck on you.  I'd even
slide a finger into your ass and the whole time you'd be preaching...I'd be
able to feel your hips start to move back and forth 'cause I'd make you
feel so good and I'd get all wet, and I'd feel my juices on my panties.
And the whole congregation would be out there listening to you talk about
how we shouldn't be sinful, but they wouldn't know what was going on.  If
the pulpit disappeared, everybody would see me and know what a horny little
cocksucking slut I am and how you're a sinner too, and the thought makes me
work on you even harder.  I would start to fingerfuck myself" (and with
this she inserted two fingers inside her panties) "and I'd imagine it was
your cock moving in and out of my tight little cunthole.
"You know what, father?  I wish there was no wall in this confession booth
so that you could just reach through and touch me.  And I want to touch you
too, father.  I would love to make you feel good with my body.  I know you
can't see me on the other side," (though, of course, she knew I could see
her with incredible clarity), "but try to imagine how wet you make me."
And now she started to recline and her skirt bunched up around her thighs.
She spread her legs and I watched as her hand rubbed busily beneath her
panties.  She lifted her ass slightly from the couch and with one hand she
started to inch her skimpy white cotton briefs slowly down over her thighs,
wriggling a bit until she had pulled one leg free.  She was clearly very,
very wet.
"Now, child, you have to learn to master these impulses."
"But I get so, so horny, father.  My pussy gets so itchy.  What should I
do?  I don't want to touch myself because I know it's bad, but I just can't
help it."  She continued to rub herself very vigorously as she spoke.  Her
pubic hairs were slick and matted.
"I don't think saying a hundred "hail Marys" would be sufficient for you.
Perhaps, child, you need a spanking.  Yes, I think you will have to come to
my office and bend over my knee.  That seems to be the only way to rid you
of such vile, evil thoughts."
A sly smile came briefly to Grace's lips and passed.  "Oh no, father,
please don't do that."
"Yes, Kitty, I think I'm just going to have to paddle your cute little
behind.  I'm going to spank you until your bum cheeks turn bright red."
"But, father, what would you say if you knew I had something even worse to
confess?  I've been doing a naughty thing.  I've been working at a peep
show parlor, because I want to save money to buy a car
and...and...and...just because I wanted to see what it was like.  Is this
really, really such a bad thing?"  At this point some other emotion
appeared on Grace's face.  Something more than a fun fantasy scenario was
going on here.
Things were getting close to home, and I thought we'd had enough of the
hellfire and brimstone approach.  Maybe I should switch into something that
came a little more naturally to me.  "Kitty, now, you must know that God
*will* love you no matter what you do."
Grace's tone of voice switched too.  She suddenly got serious and all the
coyness evaporated.  "Damn - I know.  Why does society want to fuck us up
like this?  I mean I must seem like I let go, by being here and the way I
talk to you, but even so, there's still this tiny little nagging voice I
can't get rid of that comes up every once in a while..."
"Yeah, you'd think that sexual expression would be the most natural thing
in the world, given biology, but it's one of the most socially
constrained...." There was a lot I wanted to say, but I checked myself and
trailed off.   I was already sounding too academic.  I quickly donned my
priestly fantasy voice again and intoned, "God gave you sexuality as a
sacrament, my dear child.  Be fruitful and multiply, the bible tells us.
So go out and fuck like a bunny rabbit.  But be sure to use a condom."
Grace smiled.  "Spoken like a true priest...."  But then a change to
seriousness again.  "You still approve of me, father, even if I work here?"
"Yes, my child, I do."
And yet another change in the tone of her voice, something hard to
describe, something that gave the impression of distance.  I got the sense
she wasn't really even talking to me any more. "And promise me you'll love
me, aboji, no matter what I do?"
Aboji?  Hmm...maybe I was beginning to understand just a little bit more.
"Yes, darling, I'll always love you, no matter what."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A few nights later.  The phone rang and suddenly the scene shifted.  At
last, at last:
I tugged Grace's hips down over me and begin to lick her cunt eagerly, as I
squeezed and caressed her outrageously sexy butt.  The scent of her
lubricated pussy filled my nostrils and I felt transported to another
realm.   It felt so great to be in a 69 with her finally, and the way her
tongue was swirling around my prick was sending me into ecstasy.  She was
kissing and sucking on it eagerly, hungrily, lovingly.  One hand was
following her mouth gently up and down on my shaft and the other was
lightly tickling and scratching my balls.  Grace moved her mouth away from
me and whispered, "I think I'm falling in love with you." And I was feeling
a sense of complete surrender to her in return.  We moved our bodies around
so that the head of my cock was positioned right at the entrance to her
wet, open vagina.
Suddenly, there was a frantic knocking on the door and I heard Helen's
voice, sounding oddly disembodied.  She was sobbing hysterically.
"Michael, Michael, are you in there?"
I awoke from my dream with a start, my heart pounding.  It was several
hours before I could fall back to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Tuesday afternoon the week exams were ending Grace came by my office to get
her final paper back; her hair was down and for the first time I had seen
her on campus she wasn't wearing glasses.  "Hi, Michael?"  She could tell I
was surprised by the way she looked.
"I almost didn't recognize you.  Did you just get contacts?"
"Well, you know, summer time.  Just a new look, I guess.  I'm heading back
home to LA tomorrow for the summer."
Tomorrow?  Jesus, no - "Kitty" hadn't given "Mark" any sort of warning
about that.  I controlled my feeling of heartbreak and said,  "Hey, you did
a great job on your paper.  I really enjoyed reading it."  I wasn't lying;
she had written a very interesting piece, solid A work.
"Oh, I'm glad you liked it.  I was kind of panicky about it for a while.  I
came by your office once to see about getting an extension, but you weren't
here.  I had even thought about getting your home number from the secretary
of the anthro department and then I decided it just wasn't worth bugging
you at home."  My heart skipped a beat when I realized the implications of
what that would have meant.  "So I just managed to get everything together,
and it all seemed to work."  She looked down for a moment and focused on
the shirt I was wearing - a new paisley thing I had just bought earlier
that week.  "Hey, that's a great shirt - it goes really well with green
eyes like yours."
"Oh...thanks."  I was more than a little startled - again.
"But anyway, have a great summer and good luck with your career.  And thank
you...."  There was a studied pause.  She continued smiling, but the smile
underwent an odd transformation so that it seemed to be the same smile that
had been devastating me for the last several weeks in the booth.  A slight
blush appeared on her cheeks.  And then she fixed her gaze on me with what
can only be described as a *penetrating* stare and went on, "....thank you
for the most provocative class I've *ever* had."   She paused for a few
moments, as her face grew redder, and she shifted her weight nervously from
one foot to the other.  "Well...um...so long."  She hastily turned to
leave.
What the fuck!?  She really *does* know...How long?...She wasn't just
displacing Mark onto me, her green-eyed instructor, was she?  No, no, that
didn't make sense.  Was this really intended as a come-on from her as Grace
to me as Michael?....My mind was in a whirl.  I watched as she walked
quickly out the door of my office.  Was she hoping I'd take the initiative
and come after her?  After ten seconds of hesitation in which I frantically
ran through what I should say, it suddenly dawned on me that I had no way
of tracking her down if I didn't find her now.  I jumped up, knocking my
chair over.   To hell with the consequences - with Helen, with the job,
with what Grace might say to me if she actually didn't know I was Mark.
I darted out the door after her, but she had already disappeared down one
of the corridors.  Which way had she gone out, dammit??? Taking a gamble, I
ran out the front exit.  No Grace.  I shouted out her name loudly, almost
maniacally, and several people turned around to stare at me.  In
desperation I sprinted around the building, once, twice, and then out to
the plaza, but she was nowhere to be found.
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