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Prof_top
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Username: Prof_top
Post Number: 9
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Monday, June 26, 2006 - 01:53 am: | 
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Waiting is important. Always. It isn't just that too soon is trouble, but that too soon is too soon. As it moves from April to May the skirts get shorter and more and more flashs of navel appear on mid-drif showing shirts. That is common. What is special are the few girls whose jeans tighten and ride lower on their hips. The vertical smile straining at the zipper, the rose bud heart of it all swaying slowly away at the end of class. They have told you.
They may linger twice to ask a question. You are giddy that you don't teach math. You can prod them on a paper they wrote. Not plant a seed so much as fertilize a growing thing. You wait until the end. You must. The rules help you because they make the jeans grow tighter. They cause her doubt because she undoes an extra botton on her shirt when she asks, "What does the Fool mean when he says "must content with his fortune fit"
"In some ways it is an old refrence to what is now a T.V. game show. But it also implies a lack of control."
"I don't really understand."
" It is a complex set of notions."
"Can you explain them."
"Not now but if you have time before you leave for college we can have lunch."
And so there is lunch in July and even tighter and much shorter jeans. Even a small hint of wetness in the vertical smile.
Then the moment. "You would like to come back to my apartment and drink wine with me wouldn't you?"
The cheecks go red and the lips widen into a smile.
After the second glass you say, "Was there something you needed to tell me?"
Just the obvious look down.
"We both know, don't we, that you were provking me all this year. We both know what you wanted."
"I can't help it."
"Stand up and take your shirt off."
She has one of those front snapping bras and all that is needed is a nod and it is removed.
"The jeans"
"Over my knee."
You must pull that thin tan thong down and begin to feel the groin rub against your crotch.
Harder still as the lovely orbs gleam to pink. You must grab the hair and push her between your legs, mouth open. Then, down on all fours, that delicate flower behind. Your hand smacking always.
You say only, " this is what you wanted to learn." |
Obx_peach
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Username: Obx_peach
Post Number: 35
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 27, 2006 - 11:02 pm: |
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Nice story , I hope to read more |
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