I noted that Maggie’s chest was heaving with her ragged breathing. Her eyes had been closed but they sprung open when I stopped moving, they flared and I could see the fire in her copper colored irises as she eyed me hungrily. Again I dipped the index finger of my right hand into that heated cleft, joined this time with another finger. My fingers curled into hooks and as I plunged them slowly further and further inside as if reaching for her rose bud from the inside. When I could go in no further I rotated my hand so that my palm was pointed up towards the ceiling and my fingers still curled into hooks were rubbing and scratching along the insides of Maggie’s inner walls. Near the top of her velvet sheath I found a slightly roughened patch of flesh. I began rubbing it with my finger tips, scratching at it, rubbing it, drawing my fingers from the patch to the opening and sliding back in to repeat. Maggie’s lower lip was sucked up into her teeth as she bit it and closed her eyes, her brows knitting in concentration.
“Jim… F… F… Faster…” Maggie gurgled between rasping breaths.
I sped up the motion of my right hand and fingers, adding a third to the two that were already plunging in and out of Maggie’s sopping wet folds. I could feel the muscles of Maggie’s right leg trembling under the touch of my left hand. Releasing my hold on her inner thigh I brought my left hand to the top of Maggie’s plum, my palm pressed flat on her pubic mound and that nest of dark silky hair. My left thumb reached down and flipped that lone pearl stud back and forth over Maggie’s clit that was also being twitched back and forth. Maggie’s hips began to rise from the surface of the bed, both of her hands now strained at pressing on her abdomen as her fingers splayed, stretched and clenched, their red glossy nails all but clawing at her own flesh. Looking up I saw that Maggie’s face was twisted in an expression that was torn somewhere between pain and surprise, her eyes were clamped shut, her brows knitted and her mouth was open in a silent scream as her head pivoted back on her neck. Suddenly Maggie’s hips lurched up off the bed, her body twisting away from her one raised leg and pressing into my into my side as if trying to make more contact with my frenetic hands. Then it was if she became a human bear trap, her legs slammed closed trapping my right hand between her thighs as my fingers were suddenly awash in hot liquid gushing from her spasming core.
Maggie’s left hand was planted beside her gripping the bedspread as if to keep her from falling, her right hand clamped down on my left wrist halting my thumbs’ toying with her clit. There were a series of heaving convulsions that passed through Maggie like waves from her head to her hips causing her breasts to jiggle and her stomach muscles to ripple. The waves settled and stilled after a few long moments, Maggie’s legs relaxed and she released both of my hands as she drew her own hands across her abdomen and up to and over her breasts to run along either side of her neck, through her hair and finally reach and stretch above her head. With her eyes still closed but now her face a picture of ease and relaxation, she smiled a beautiful soft smile as she took a long long breath in then let it out in an equally long sigh. While I watched Maggie’s recovery I ran my right hand absent mindedly down along the outside of her left thigh, feeling the silky nylons brushing under my fingertips.
“So… Um… Was that acceptable for my first attempt?” I asked hesitantly almost afraid to break the spell that Maggie seemed to be under.
“Wha…” Maggie started to speak as her eyes shot open and she locked those amber orbs on my face before beginning to chuckle softly. The chuckle causing her chest to rise and fall rhythmically as she closed her eyes again and twisted and stretched her arms again before drawing them back down to her chest then to her sides to find the loose folds of her robe to pull them closed once again hiding away her creamy smooth bare skin. Maggie opened her eyes once more and looked me square in the eye and said. “Darling, you may learning, but I think you could teach some people a thing or two already. That was wonderful Jim. Thank you. I was truly not expecting such a… pleasure.”
“I am here to learn and I take my studies seriously.” I spoke bashfully but still pleased by the praise Maggie just gave me. Then as I looked away blushing my eyes settled on my wrist watch and I noted the time. “Oh Crap!” I blurted out.
“What is it darling?” Maggie asked at my outburst.
“I just noticed the time.” I said with a defeated sigh. “I need to be heading to Dom’s for my dinner shift tonight. I guess further ‘study’ will have to wait till another time.” I said as I stood up from the bed and offered my hand to Maggie to help her rise as well. She took my offered hand and rose to first sit on the side of the bed and tie her sash about her robe, and then she stood up as well. Running her hands up along the outside of my arms to my elbows, Maggie leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. She pulled back a bit and looked up into my eyes.
“I will look forward to further study…” She purred softly with that look of hunger still in her copper amber colored eyes. “Come, let me walk you to the door.” She said as she slipped her arm in mine and we began the walk back through the apartment to the entry door. Pausing before opening the door, she looked around at the front room but I had the distinct impression that she was seeing a different time if only for a few moments. Maggie bowed her head and closed her eyes taking a deep breath before returning her attention to me. She smiled without explanation and opened the door and ushered us both through before closing it again. We walked arm in arm through the beaded curtain and up the stairs to the landing. Once more Maggie turned to me and looked deeply into my eyes, slipping both of her hands into mine and squeezing softly. That soft smile on her lips as she leaned in again for another soft sensual kiss, tilting her head ever so slightly to one side and her eyes drifting closed just before our lips met. This was not a rushed kiss, but there was passion behind it all the same. No dueling tongues, no feverish hungry lip play, just soft sensual oh so gentle kissing.
“Have a good evening my young sir. I will see you in the morning of course.” Maggie purred dreamily as she parted from our kiss smiling warmly and opening the door for me.
It wasn’t until I opened the door of my truck and sat down behind the wheel that I took notice that my anatomy was making itself known and displaying my excitement. I sighed and tried to forget it as I drove to Dom’s to start my night hustling pizzas to hungry customers. I scratched at an itch on my nose and was surprised by how my hand smelled. I grinned thinking back that I had left the teachers’ house without washing my hands first. I could still smell Maggie’s nectar on the fingers of my right hand. I sniffed deeply and marveled at the musky slightly spicy scent. Questions flitted through my mind, a curiosity at just what she might taste like… or Penny… or Michelle?
The dinner rush was fairly slow for a Friday, and since I wasn’t scheduled to close I was one of the first drivers checked out and sent home. Jules was not closing either and so she checked out about the same time as I did. Being somewhat early for a Friday evening and a warm night, I grabbed a couple of bottles of Pepsi then dropped my tailgate on my pick up and sat down to do some reflecting and thinking. I was lost in my own mind when I felt my truck dip a bit as someone took a seat beside me on the tailgate. Coming back to the here and now I turned and saw that it was Jules. She was studying me as she took a long draw off a bottle of beer that she was holding. She raised a single eyebrow and lifted another bottle in her other hand in offering. I frowned and shook my head.
“Thanks, but I can’t drink that crap.” I said and stared off into space again.
“You don’t like the taste?” Jules asked with a shrug, setting the other bottle down beside her.
“Well, not really but that’s not why I can’t drink it, I’m allergic to something in beer… maybe the hops…” I shrugged. “I drink one beer and I get sick and puke for hours. I can drink other alcohol and not get sick though… just sleepy. I’ll never be much of a drinker.” I said offhandedly.
“Damn son! You don’t drink, you don’t smoke weed… what DO you do?” Jules chuckled taking another pull from her beer.
I just shrugged then leaned back against the side of the bed. My mind was still wandering through my day.
“I bet I know what you’d LIKE to be doing… and probably with WHOM as well!” Jules said by way of challenge. “So have you even asked Michelle for her phone number yet?” She asked.
“I haven’t even had a chance to talk to her for a while… I still wonder if she’s pissed at me or something.” I lamented.
“So it was her that put that hand print on your cheek a while back?” Jules asked tilting her head a bit to one side looking at me sideways.
“No Jules, it wasn’t Michelle. I told you I can’t or won’t talk about that.” I repeated tiredly
“I’m pulling your leg Jim.” Jules spoke softly in a serious voice that brought me out of my reverie and grabbed my attention. When Jules got all serious and stuff I had learned to pay attention. “Jim, you already know that I talk with Maggie and Penny. I think you have already figured out that I was also a student of theirs at one time. I know that you and Michelle both are students right now. I’m not asking for secrets so you’re not breaking your word, relax.” Jules was looking me in the eye, no smiles, no smirking, no winks, just a straight face. “You look like you’re lost in the woods or something there Jim, a lot on your mind? Anything you want to talk about? You know I’m here for you bud.” Jules added with a genuine smile before taking another pull from her beer and looking off into the distance herself.
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you liked me or something hard ass…” I grinned at her and took another drink of my Pepsi.
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