“I can’t possibly know exactly what you might be referring to as they are uniquely your own experiences, however you did share one of those with Penny and of course she related it to me. You might be referring to your… excitement… around the young lady who suffered an epileptic seizure while in delecto? Yes that could be rather disturbing indeed. However, according to what you told Penny you handled the situation quite admirably I understand.” Maggie fell silent for a moment or two as she formed whatever she was going to say further. Her left hand reached over and ran softly along my bare right arm lying on my side.
“You will find other surprises throughout your life Jim, you mustn’t be afraid to experience the joys of life simply because chance is a fickle temptress.”
“Chance?” I questioned.
“Chance, or often more commonly referred to as Lady Luck.” Maggie snorted softly at her own joke and smiled warmly. “She is called by many names, indeed, the Greeks called her Tyche, the daughter of Aphrodite the goddess of love, and Zeus, the king of the gods. The Romans called her Fortuna. No matter the name she is always a female and capricious in her nature both a temptress and a protector according to her whims.” Maggie smiled a little self consciously realizing she had drifted into academic mode describing chance to me.
“The saying, ‘Luck favors the bold.’ I’ve heard or read somewhere. Is that what you’re telling me?” I asked.
“Very astute of you Jim, yes I am but not as simply put as that. Luck, or Chance does favor the bold, but only the bold who are pure of heart. Those with ill intent often find that Luck can be quite the Bitch as it were.” Maggie smiled an almost feral grin and one eyebrow arched questioningly for a couple of heartbeats before she chuckled softly, her grin softening to a genuine smile. “Don’t look so serious darling, I wasn’t implying anything about your character or your intent. I don’t think that Chance would find you worthy of wrath whatsoever. Besides, it’s just folklore and superstition. Isn’t it?”
“I would hope so, still though it gives one pause to consider it doesn’t it?” I nodded as I asked the question not needing a reply.
“Well you certainly are considerate so that shouldn’t be a problem for you.” Maggie conceded.
“So if my intent is to give pleasure to the one whom I’m interested in, taking a chance will not likely be detrimental… within reason I should think.” I voiced aloud more for my own ears than for the conversation. “I need to learn more about the how to please then… at least sexually anyway.” I couldn’t help but blush again. Maggie stifled a chuckle as she reached up with her left hand and patted my cheek.
“Yes, in one way or another all your lessons have been building an understanding and comprehension of this. So few understand that sex is not simply a physical act, it is an extension of everything else combined. Honesty, Respect and Trust, the foundations, then refined with friendship, mutual attraction and like emotions. When it all comes together sex can be magical and very fulfilling.” Maggie’s voice tapered off to almost a whisper and I got the distinct impression that her mind was suddenly in another place or time as she remembered someone special or perhaps more than one someone. And then she came back to the here and now. “Darling, both Penny and I have concluded that you have a firm grasp on everything we’ve been trying to instill within you, and you have arrived at this point far more quickly than most of our previous students. It would seem that now you merely need to be taught some finer points of… application. You will continue to learn certain skills throughout your life, with experience so we will teach you some of the more basic techniques from which you can build upon.”
“Application? Techniques?” I parroted questioningly.
“Yes darling. Now that you know the importance of touch, and being touched, we will teach you how to touch and where to touch. According to Penny, even in this you are already quite astute. However, as you know from learning to type, some skills require practice.” As Maggie said this she reached out and took my right hand and brought it to the tie of her robe. I raised one eyebrow with a questioning look into those hooded coppery orbs as she studied my face.
“Would it be bold of me to consider this unspoken permission?” I asked hesitantly as I fingered the satin like material of the sash binding Maggie’s robe closed.
“Perhaps… I guess it would depend on how curious you might be…” Maggie spoke softly raising one eyebrow of her own to question my motivation perhaps, or my nerve. I smiled, probably appearing somewhat sheepish I’m sure but I smiled. I also pinched my fingers on the edge of that satiny black sash and slowly teased the tie loose and pulled it free.
I looked back up into Maggie’s face and was rewarded with a soft somewhat wry smile. She slowly blinked her eyes as if to say ‘proceed’. Instead of throwing the folds of her robe open I raised my hand to her face and gently stroked her left cheek with the backs of my right hand and fingers. I traced them along her cheek to her neck just beneath her left ear, my index finger bumping the single pearl in her earring. My hand continued down her graceful neck to her collar bone and the lapel of her robe. Slipping my fingers under the edges of the silky black material I followed to where the lapels overlapped. Stopping there dipped my fingers under the edge of the other lapel and gently pulled it away from Maggie’s warm soft skin revealing the alabaster white flesh of her breast cleavage. Maggie’s breasts are far smaller than Penny’s but they are perfectly proportioned to her frame and in a word, pert. Later in my life I would learn to distinguish with more accuracy the different cup sizes of Women’s breasts, I would have known Maggie’s were a modest B cup, possibly a C perhaps but not large at all. Perhaps it was the smaller size that allowed them to defy most of the effects of gravity that many women suffer with, but lying on her side Maggie’s smaller breasts still tended downwards towards the bed. The white skin contrasting with the darker aureola and at their centers the small pencil eraser sized nipples that I had not seen until this moment. I distinctly remember feeling them in the blindfolded exercise that Maggie conducted in a previous lesson. If anything, seeing what I was touching was a big improvement, it was scintillating. My fingers seemed to tingle as if charged with electricity. I kept glancing up at Maggie’s face every so often to confirm that I had not overstepped my “permission” as it were. Her enigmatic smile on her thin lips and those coppery irises seemed to glow in the low light of the bedside lamps.
I continued my exploration both with my eyes and my right hand. I pulled the right side of Maggie’s robe down to the bedspread where it lay like a silky red puddle on which her alabaster skin rested atop. Gingerly I grasped the edge of the left lapel along the black trim and lifted the robe up and over Maggie’s left hip. The satiny material slipped over her soft skin to fall and puddle along her back and hip. For a moment I rested my right hand lightly on Maggie’s left hip, absorbing the warmth radiating off of her pale skin. I marveled at the contrast between the alabaster complexion and the dark glossy raven black of her pubic hair. There was a wispy almost invisible thin line of hair that started a few inches below her naval and trailed down towards her pubic mound. I trailed my hand lightly along the surface of Maggie’s skin from her hip down across her abdomen, my fingers brushing through that thin line, causing muscles of Maggie’s abdomen to quiver and jump. Hearing a soft gasp followed by a gentle sigh I looked again into Maggie’s eyes, they were still hooded by her half closed eyelids but they were now smoldering like embers in a long burning fire. Her wide thin lips were set in a firm line save for part of her bottom lip that was clamped lightly in her teeth. In my mind I heard the words “Kiss me!” as if she had spoken the words aloud. Pausing my hand’s further exploration for the moment, I brought my right hand back up to Maggie’s head. Brushing a loose strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek back behind her ear, I grasped her gently by the back of the neck and pulled her into me to kiss her gently on the lips. I think the kiss was unexpected as when I pulled back her eyes were wide open and searching mine, but the glow was still there, if anything they were smoldering a bit hotter than before. A smile spread slowly on her lips.
“Maggie, I’m still the student here… do you… have any instructions for me to follow?” I asked. My eyes searching those smoldering copper irises inches from my face as I leaned in slowly to again make contact with my lips to hers. I felt her left hand wrapping around my right side and pulling me closer to her own body.
Parting again after a few moments of lips gently caressing, tasting and teasing wetting our appetites, Maggie took a short gasping breath and stated. “Jim darling, you are a student but you’re no ordinary student. You are more attentive and considerate than most anyone I’ve ever taught. I can see how Penny could forget that we are teaching you and not the other way around. You make the person you are with feel as if they are the center of your attention. I hope you never lose that.” The look in Maggie’s eyes was calculating, almost predatory. I could palpably feel hunger radiating off of her as much as her body heat. It was a hunger I felt the need to sate. I wanted to do whatever it took to make this woman happy.
“Maggie… you are the center of my attention. Help me learn how to please you. Teach me how you want to be touched, how you need to be touched.”
“I will guide you with some basics, but you will have to learn on your own about what makes me or any woman feel good. Everyone differs in what they prefer. What some women may adore, some may not. Some will tell you what they do not like but some may be too inhibited to say anything to you at all. But one thing that most all will agree on is that you should not be in a rush. Be patient, take your time. A gal will let you know when it’s time to pick up the pace.” Maggie narrowed her eyes and smiled as she tilted her head slightly leaning in for another sensual, seductive lingering kiss. This time I felt her tongue probe my lips tentatively as if asking for permission. My tongue answered the call and was caught up in a twisting dance. I could feel Maggie’s left hand flexing and her fingers stretching and grasping at the skin on my back. The cords of Maggie’s neck pulsed and flexed under my hand that still held her. I wanted to feel more. I wanted to feel other parts of Maggie’s body alive under my hand, the muscles and skin and hair, the softness and the heat… and the wetness.
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