A Lot Like Electra (closed)

Anne

I feel his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands sliding under my top and caressing my naked breasts. His mouth trails down my neck. He moves lower and sucks a nipple between his lips. I let out a soft moan. His hand slides into my jeans and under my panties. The tip of his finger parts my moist folds. When it touches my pleasure button the pressure in my tummy releases...

I awake with a startle. I have one hand under my top and another buried in my jeans. My breathing is heavy. My body is trembling from the release it just experienced. When I get my bearing I look around in confusion. I takes me a few moments to realize that I fell asleep on Professor Gustavsen's couch. I must have passed out from all the wine.

I have to pee really badly. I run to the bathroom and quickly relieve my bladder. When I come out I notice that his bedroom door is ajar. I peek inside. He is asleep. I stand there and watch and think things I know a girl shouldn't think.
 
Twilight



Accustomed to sleeping alone in an empty apartment, the sound of the guest bathroom door closing wakes me up. I immediately remember leaving Anne sleeping on the couch. I hear her flush, then the water running as she washes her hands. I listen intently, trying to discern what she does next.

To my surprise, I hear her step up to my bedroom door. Leaving my eyes half closed, I focus on the short hallway that goes past my private bath. The foyer nightlight illuminates it when she opens the door. She appears there in silhouette. I can just barely see the city lights shining through my windows reflected in her eyes as she stands there watching me.

The idea of simply pretending to remain asleep tempts me, but that seems somehow dishonorable. I prop myself up on my elbows wondering if she can see my smile in the dim light. The clock on my dresser shows: “4:37.”

“How are you feeling?” I ask her, trying to remember if she ever took the ibuprofen I gave her last night. “Have you been sleeping well?”






 
OMG he's awake. He sees me.

"Um, I... I had to use the bathroom."

God that was stupid.

"Your door was open and I saw you but I wasn't, um, you know. I mean it's not what you think.

But it was. I wanted to see him in bed. I wanted to see what he was wearing. I wanted to be in bed with him, to feel his body against mine, to feel him touching me the way he touched me in the dream.

"Do... do you want me to leave?"

Another stupid question. Of course he wants me to leave. Then why am I standing here? I finally just blurt out what I am thinking.

"Do think I'm pretty, Professor Gustavsen? Do you think I'm, um..."

I search for the word. Looking down at the floor I whisper in a barely audible voice,

"...sexy?"
 
If You Want My Body



“Do think I’m pretty, Professor Gustavsen? Do you think I’m... um....” Looking down at the floor, Anne finishes in a barely audible whisper. “Sexy?”

“Didn’t I make that obvious last night?” I ask rhetorically. Having woken up suddenly, I had little capacity for nuance. “That’s not why I did not let things go any farther last night. I need to be sure any decision you make is made soberly and with all due consideration.”

It occurs to me how unromantic that sounds, which does not bother me much. I have no doubt I could seduce her if I wanted, based on the things she’d already admitted she felt. I must ensure myself I do not take advantage of her youthful naiveté.





 
Anne

He's angry with me. I feel tears welling in my eyes. I'm blowing it. Then I think about what he just said. Does he really mean it? That he wants me? That it is up to me? I stand there silently for a few moments and finally make a decision to do something I have never done, something completely out of character.

"I am sober Professor Gustavsen... now anyway... but I meant everything I said."

I reach down and pull my top over my head letting it fall to the floor. I stand in front of him naked from the waist up. There is something exciting about what I am doing even though my face is flush with embarrassment. My nipples are so swollen that they feel like they are going to burst. I stand there with my hands at my sides shaking with both fear and excitement. A random thought flashes through my head - what if he is disappointed by the small size of my breasts.
 
Before the Dawn



Even a most honorable gentleman need resist for just so long. Still mostly silhouetted by the foyer nightlight, the general features of Anne’s cute face and her small, firm, alabaster breasts glow slightly from the city light coming through my bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows. The tight knots of her hardened nipples show clearly by contrast.

I get out of bed and approach her, saying, “And I meant what I said, that ‘I love what’s happening between us.’”

I take her in my arms and softly press my lips to hers. My erection already starts to tent out the front of my loose gym shorts. It doesn’t matter. I now have nothing to hide.





 
His kiss is so soft and gentle but at the same time passionate. I throw my arms around his neck and pull myself closer. Our lips part. Our tongues mingle. I feel his erection pressing against me which only adds to the excitement bubbling through my loins. My body is trembling with desire. I want him to take me the same way mom described in her diary. I want to feel his naked flesh against mine, his lips exploring my body, his fingers probing my most intimate needs. I want to touch his hard flesh and feel it pulsing with life. I want to take him into my mouth and savor the taste of his manhood. I want him in me. My heart pounds heavily in my chest as these thoughts flash through my mind.
 
Nuptial Bed



I bend and lift her in my arms, carrying her as a groom takes a newlywed bride across the threshold. Laying her gently onto my bed, I kneel next to her and kiss her on her mouth, then brush my lips across her cheek, down her neck, across her shoulder, and along the swelling of her pert left breast until I take her hard nipple between my lips. I suckle upon it gently.





 
The words of my mother's diary flashed through my head... His lips found one of my nipples and sucked it into his mouth. I thought that it was going to explode. He used his tongue to drive me crazy... That was just how it felt. I slipped my fingers through his hair and moaned.
 
One Step at a Time



She returns my passion willingly, eagerly, moaning softly as she runs her fingers through my hair. Placing my left hand upon her bare right breast and softly stroking its palm across her nipple, I return to kissing her lips. Then my hand starts to slide down her stomach and to the top of her jeans. I deftly unbutton them and tug down the fly.

I then return my fingers to her cute, hardened, little nipples, playing with each in alternating turns. I don’t want to move too fast. She should still be allowed time to change her mind, though it would kill me now if she did.





 
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