TEACHER
Good thing the house has more than 1 bathroom
In the 6 months he has known her, he’s seen her less than 5 times. The first time almost never happened. Maybe there’s a reason he stayed.
That first time, he had no reason to be optimistic. When he arrived, he could smell the lukewarm energy of the room, along with overuse of the carpet cleaner.
Clubs, especially in the daytime, can have a desperate air, where the girls maybe had 1 dance so far that day, and nobody new had come in for over an hour. The only two patrons were talking to the only two dancers, while the music blared and the stage sat empty.
He had been wondering if maybe his clubbing days were over, and was about to get up and leave, when she took the stage.
She had an attitude, the kind of confidence a woman over 6 feet tall and wearing 6" heels can wield with great effect. Her body was way above OK. She was the tall, slender brunette he had come across more than once in his past.
So he decided to stay. They only did one twofer in that very brief initial visit, but he knew he had found lightning in a bottle and couldn’t wait to see Becky again.
The movie was about to start, and still no sign of her. He certainly had doubts she would show, but was hoping anyway. They had only met that afternoon, so why should he think he could be so lucky?
Lively conversation, an uninhibited exchange of ideas, even a few tales from his crazy past.
Her past craziness hadn’t been revealed so much in words, but the 18 piercings had suggested they might enjoy some of the same things. Surely, someone who would let him see her nipple studs would trust him enough to go to a movie.
But, if there‘s one thing he‘s learned about women, it‘s that they will surprise you when you least expect it. Or, maybe it was just a dream.
Fortunately, it was a good movie. Made by good friends of his, he wouldn’t have to lie when he told them he loved it. An allegory about domestic abuse in the guise of a sadistic thriller, not nearly as graphic as it sounds. It might not be for everyone, but the right audience will want to see it.
Maybe not a first date movie either, but at least it’s a chance to meet the director and stars. The lights come up, the crowd applauds, and the crew gathers down front for Q&A.
He keeps his seat and looks around, still no sign of her. Oh, well, he settles in to watch his friends talk about what they have made.
Then, out of nowhere, Becky sits next to him and leans over to whisper, “Hi,” in his ear.
Time slows down as he turns to look into her eyes. They are wide and happy. “What did you think?” he wonders.
She closes her eyes for a moment, then smiles with her answer, “For the first half I kept wondering, what the hell am I doing here? Why did you invite me? But, then, I started seeing things in her that made me like her. I have to say, though, good thing she did him when she did, or I was going to. Ewwh, what a creep.”
“So, you liked it, huh?”
She just smiles and glances toward the Q&A going on down below.
“I’ll introduce you to Joe, the writer/director. And the heroine and the creep, if you like. He’s apparently not like that at all, in person.”
“Sure, yeah, I’d love to.”
So, when the questions end, he leads her down to the front. Joe is tall, loud, profane and engaging. His wife, Sharon, has long ago left her stripper days, yet still has that attitude. Together, they make quite a couple.
Introductions are made, and talk might have continued for hours, but they have other fans to greet, maybe next time. So, he takes her arm, and they manage to squeeze between the two actors.
Once he has done the intros, he steps aside to let Becky do the talking, ask the questions. Answers are accompanied by laughter, gesturing, and good will. Before he knows it, they’re invited to a party. He thought he had found someone special, but now he is about to learn just how special.
After another 20 minutes of mingling, it’s time to party. He gets the address and heads to his car with Becky. Her friend had left, so she’s riding with him. On the way, he breaks out a pipe loaded with fresh purple kush, a blend designed to relax and excite at the same time. After 2 hits, ideas are flowing and tongues are loosened.
She wonders if he knows the 2 actors.
“Just met them tonight. But, you sounded like you‘ve known them for years.”
“People like to talk to me, cuz I’m so tall. I like it.”
He asks what movie she liked recently.
“I don’t get out to the movies much, but I do have a 75” 4K TV.” He glances over to show he’s impressed. She responds with a coy smile, her forefinger to her cheek.
“Oh, I know, Get Out! Did you see that one?” Now it was his turn to be coy.
“Yes, I think I did see that movie.”
His eyes on the road, she puts her right hand on his thigh while she leans over, her lips inches from his ear. “Good,” she whispers.
Then, slides her tongue gently over the ridges in his ear, the lobe, the front. Her hand grips tighter.
Fortunately, they are stopped at a light.
The light changes, she sits back in her seat. “I liked that one. Funny, but it scared the piss out of me.” The rest of the way, they discuss their mutual love of high quality herb and scary movies, while each of them massages and tickles the other’s inner thigh.
The air is thick with early summer heat, as they arrive at the party. They’re high, feeling amorous, and ready to talk to strangers.
But, first, they need something to drink. Abbi, the hostess, greets them at the door and even remembers their names. It’s a small gathering in full swing.
Becky acts like everybody’s friend. She has some wine, he goes for a tequila & OJ. A joint gets passed around.
When she leans over and slips the tip of her tongue in his ear again, so quickly he’s the only one who notices, he feels like his night is complete. But somehow, he knows it’s far from over.
He finishes his drink, or maybe it was his second, and needs to relieve himself. Once he finds the bathroom at the back of the house, he shuts the door and unzips his pants, barely getting it out in time, before the pee gushes into the bowl.
He stands there, hands on hips, observing the stack of Hollywood Reporter magazines and the large collection of sample-sized bottles of shampoo, conditioner, lotion and all other bathroom accessories.
Just then, the door opens, startling him, as he stops his peeing and tries to cover up.
“Hey, just a minute.”
But, it’s Becky, who steps in and shuts the door. “It‘s only me. Did I interrupt you?”
She looks down at his unsuccessful attempt to hide himself. “Did you finish?” She can tell he hasn’t and smiles. “I know just how you feel. You’re dying for release, but just can’t get it all out. I know exactly what to do.”
She reaches over and grabs his meat and shakes it. “See, that never works, you’re not used to me having that control. But, it does feel kind of good, doesn’t it?”
She releases him and quickly unfastens his belt. “Trust me on this, it works every time. Drop your drawers and sit. Something about sitting that relaxes the flow. Feel it yet?”
His mind is racing, wondering what’s happening, and pissing isn't getting any easier.
“Looks like you need more encouragement.” She drops her shorts and small bikini underwear, pink with tiny flowers, and stands in front of him.
“Now open your legs, so I don’t get you wet.” Amazed, he stares at her smoothly shaven privates as she steps forward, places her legs on each side of his and sits on his lap, facing him.
Immediately, her pee gushes into the bowl, right between his legs.
She puts her arms on his shoulders and nuzzles the ear she hadn’t licked yet, and whispers, “You can do it.”
But, he’s too excited and nothing happens. So, she stops what she’s doing. “You really are a freak, aren’t you? Just waiting for my surefire secret weapon, I can tell. Good thing I‘ve got plenty left.”
She stands and comes forward until her wet pussy is inches from his face. Tiny beads of sweat glisten on her skin. “OK, now open wide. I don’t want to miss.” He can’t believe this is really happening.
She takes his head in her hands and pulls him onto her dripping slit. Their eyes meet. She smiles and winks. “Ready? Don’t want you to miss a drop.”
He grabs her ass and breathes her in deeply, as she shoots a hot stream of salty pee into his mouth. At first, he struggles to keep up, his throat reflexively clenching, but he doesn’t want to have to explain how his shirt got soaked.
He forces himself to relax as his mouth fills and he swallows. Then he just starts drinking her down, sucking so he doesn‘t miss a thing.
She moans and holds his head tighter, “Oh, yeah, you can do it. Suck harder.” Her flow is weakening when she hears his splashing into the bowl again.
Excited by her success, she presses into his mouth and finds one more squirt, just as his last drops can be heard hitting the water in the bowl.
She laughs, disengages from his lips and slides down his chest, and sits in his lap.
“Feel better? Uh-huh. Well, now that I’ve helped you out, you can do something for me,” her smile suggests that a naughty request is coming.
“How did you know that would work?” he wonders.
She pauses for a moment, “I didn‘t, just took a chance. Now stick out your tongue.” He does.
“Can you curl it?” He stretches it long with a wicked curl, which he wiggles.
“How ‘bout rolling it?” The edges of his tongue curl up until they form a tube.
“Great. Now do all those things until I tell you to stop. I‘ll try to be quiet.”
With that, she stands and, once again, thrusts herself into his face. “I don’t have to come quick, but I would like it to be in my top 10,” as she winks and buries her fingers in his hair.
Well, he thinks, I’ll do my best, and slides his tongue inside of her. One finger glides down her butt cheek to her inner thigh, while another slides along her crack until it joins his teasing tongue.
“Oh, damn, yes,” she moans as she shakes, doing her best to not scream. His hands return to her cheeks, he shoves his tongue in all the way, then curls the end up, running it along the top of her love canal, stopping for a little dance atop her sweet spot, before pulling out to tickle her clit.
He rolls his tongue into a perfect circle, slips it over her little button, like it was made to fit there, and starts sucking it in.
She gasps.
But, before she can rip off his ears, he grabs her wrists and holds them behind her back.
Unhindered, he plays her like a clarinet. Within seconds, she starts to sing, “Ah, Ohhhh,” ascending in volume, and by the time she gets to, “SHIT”, everyone in the house knows how she feels.
Like an angry Wonder Woman, she jerks her hands free and pulls his head away, panting, her body frozen with closed eyes.
“Hey, can you keep it down?” he jokes.
Without opening her eyes, she replies, “Then, don’t do that.”
Her fingers relax their grip, and he dives back in, tongue curled and ready. This time he just lightly licks before driving it back inside her. She gasps.
He pulls it back out, replacing his tongue with his finger, and returns his attention to her pleasure center.
His lips lock onto her as his hands sneak up under her shirt, so he can play with her nipples, where gold studs act like invitations for some twisting.
Going in opposite directions, it’s 2 revolutions for each. Becky bites her lips to keep from making any more sounds.
But, even that fails when she feels a wave pulsing through her body, moving up her legs and, then, like a lightning bolt up her spine.
Holding his head in exactly the right spot, she lets his tongue guide her to climax. Her body shudders, then stiffens, as the sounds become more guttural. Sweat pours down her back and chest.
Finally, with a loud, “AHHHHHHHHH” and a smile, she slumps down, spent and satisfied.
But, he keeps going, which she appreciates for about 10 seconds before she stops him. “Damn,” is all he can say.
She pats him on the head and backs away so he can stand. But, before he can pull his pants up, she grabs his semi-erection and squeezes gently.
“Thank you for your many talents. Exactly the freak I’m looking for. Perhaps, later, we can share even more. Don’t worry, I’m not greedy,” squeezes tighter and smiles, “but I do know what I want.”
He cups her pussy with his right hand, “I think I‘d like that.” After a long moment, they both release their grip and pull up their pants. “Let’s not say anything out there, pretend like nothing happened. I don’t think anybody’s going to say anything, no need to encourage them.”
They needn’t have worried. By the time they get back to the living room, all of his friends have left. Abbi, her roommate and another couple are all that’s left. They all have the bleariness of a late night high. Abbi waves, “There they are.” The others chuckle.
He looks around, “Where’d everyone go?”
“We thought you guys must have slipped out.”
Becky joins in, “Gee, sorry we were gone so long. Guess we lost track of the time.”
“Well, it was a long day, they all decided to trade fun for sleep and bailed.”
Everybody laughs. A joint goes around. He glances at Becky, whose eyes signal him it’s time to go.
“I hate to smoke and run, but looks like we’re going to be party poopers, too.” Standing, “Thanks for the party.”
She adds, “Nice to meet you all.”
Abbi escorts them to the door. “Drive careful. Hope to see you at the next party.”
As they walk to his car, he checks his watch. “Holy shit. We were in there almost 2 hours. It’s almost midnight.”
“You better get me home before I turn into a pumpkin.”
He smiles at his would-be Cinderella before they get in the car. “I like whipped cream on my pumpkin pie.”
In the car, she stares at him, trying to look really pissed. “One more joke like that, and I’m getting out. I swear.”
“I wouldn’t blame you. That was bad, I’m sorry. Must have been the dope. Truthfully, I’m not that big a fan of pumpkin pie. I’d much rather have cherry pie and that doesn’t need any whipped cream.”
He smiles. She swings at him, but he catches her arm. “OK, OK, I promise that’s the last one. Sometimes I just love bad jokes.”
The rest of the ride, they talk and laugh as he does his best to prove his tongue can do more than one thing well.
Once there, he stops the car and reaches for the door handle, but she takes his arm, “No need, I can make it. And, if I let you walk me to my door, you’d be thinking that maybe, just maybe, we were going to do some more crazy things inside. But, that wouldn’t be fair to you. It’s already been a top 10 evening, so why risk that? You know where to find me. Come see me.”
She leans over to kiss him on the cheek, while her hand slides under his shorts and scratches his inner thigh.
His fingers start at her knee and his nails begin a light tickle up her leg, when she abruptly pops back up and grabs the door handle.
“Thanks. It’s nice to know there really are gentleman freaks out there.” One more smile, and she’s out the door.
Her hips swing back and forth to let him know she knows he’s watching. A quick wave, but no look, as she unlocks her door and goes inside.
Before he puts the car in gear, he has to ask himself again, Did that really just happen?” He licks his lips to see if he can find any proof.
