Title: Class
Author: Sara
Keywords: MF, FF, Seduction

Beside me, nose deep in Boswell's light, friendly, dull life of
Johnson, is Eric.  He is shy and sandy-haired and blue-eyed, and
he shook when he came in me.  He sat next to me the next day, and
I crossed my legs and looked at him with a half-smile and didn't
say anything, and he lost his nerve and didn't say a word to me,
but then sat in the back until I came and sat next to him,
touched his arm during Professor Charters' lecture, and brought
him back to my room and fucked him again.

He was sweet and attentive, inexperienced.

Not like Shane, whose huge cock barely fit in my mouth as he
forced me to my knees and made me suck him.

I probably deserved it: I'd seduced him, really, there in his
room watching a movie with him.

Professor Charters, though, the old adulterer....  Well, not too
old: fifty-something, and dedicated to using his tongue.  I think
he rather fancies himself an 18th century rake, and he moaned my
name, "Blair, Blair," as though he were dying when I went to his
office and lifted my skirt and straddled him.  He told me later
he'd been dying for me, but men always talk like that.  They
don't mean it.  What they mean is they want you, their poor
brains awash in testosterone and God knows what.

Not that I'm judging.  I get wet when they come.  I really love
it, and I can't account for that except to say that I love the
mixture of power, pleasure, even a little bit of love and
tenderness for them as they adore me with their semen, pouring it
into my mouth or pussy or ass or painting it on my body.

Two rows in front of me is Sean with his girlfriend Andrea.  They
were so sweet and cute together, so in love.  I felt wicked about
that.  But I seduced them both.

She was easier, I think.  Her attention has wandered a little
bit, and I think he bores her sometimes, and she was starting to
wonder if that was okay.  I convinced her that she and I were two
of a kind that way, too deep and interesting for any one boy to
understand us.

I held her while she cried, and kissed away her tears, and ended
up with my head between her legs while she swore she'd never come
like that before.

Afterward she was distant and aloof in public, but she came to my
room so often that I had to tell her it was all very confusing to
me and I didn't know what I wanted.  That usually works.

Sean was more difficult.  He's desperately in love with Andrea
with her straight blond hair and classically noble features.  (I
told her we were special, but honestly, she's not terribly
bright.  I think that smitten male teachers at her tony prep
schools told her she was smart, probably believing it themselves
while she stood in front of them with her wide blue eyes and long
slender legs and her radiant sexuality.)

Anyway, with Sean, I had to pretend play hard to get a little. 
And to experiment.  I tried different attitudes from aggressive
seductress to coy smart-girl.  I managed to corner him once for
one of those long talks where both people reveal so much about
themselves.  Early on he made a point of saying how much he loved
Andrea, and I sighed to myself.  This was going to be a lot of
work, I thought, and I toyed with the idea of giving it over, but
honestly, I've long since understood that I'm a bit of a
collector: I had Andrea, and I wanted the set.

I decided in the end to out-Andrea his girlfriend, and opted for
an ultra-femme look: when I sat next to him for the first time
(Andrea thought it was to be close to her) I was in short khaki
shorts and some short strappy heels that showed off my legs.  I
could feel him getting aroused next to me, and crossed my legs so
my painted toes were inches from his ankle.

He told me later as I mounted him in my room (where a few days
before I'd taught his girlfriend to lick pussy) that he had been
totally lusting after me in that class.  It occurred to me that
he liked that sexy feminine good-girl look.  Lots of boys like
it.  I decided to see what flavor of it he liked: "You like me to
be your good little bitch?  Can I be your little cocksucker?" I
whispered to him.  No reaction.  If anything I thought he closed
off a little to me.  I closed small fingers around his cock, and
stroked him gently.  "Will you take care of me, and let me be
your secret girlfriend?"  God, his cock throbbed in my hands at
that.  He kissed me, passionately at that.  I licked my hand and
stoked him some more.  "Take care of me, Sean?  I need you."  He
moaned.  "I know you love Andrea," and I knew I was taking a big
risk, but quickly added, "but I love the way you look at me and
make me feel safe and..." and I was entering into the thing, and
seriously wet.

The thing is, when you're making love, you can be so many people.

I am wet when I'm Shane's cock-sucking slut, maybe because he
needs that, and I love him in a casual sort of way.  Sean needs
me to need him, and so I do.

There are infinite women in me.

I'm writing this to you in this blue-book (it's the only paper I
brought to class) because I want you, and I've seen you looking
around, detached observer, my beautiful writer with your soft
green eyes and your Bob Dylan hair and your soul-patch.

If you want me, I would love to tell you stories, and to watch
people with you and then ride you until you come.


  
Class