Continuing Education

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

And there it was. Leave it to Leandra to speak about the elephant in the living room. Maybe that was what I so admired about the younger women I met these days -- they could cut right to the chase: “You do realize there are boundaries, Gavin? Black and white. No gray areas here.”

I met her gaze directly, "You're absolutely right, Leandra. You're a beautiful woman, and it's hard for me to look at you without seeing you through the eyes of a man who would love to know how you feel. But there are boundaries. You're my student, and the boundaries are there for very good reasons. I'm sorry, I let my mind wander where it shouldn't, and you called me on it."

I had to busy myself collecting my papers in order to redirect my energies. Now that we had spoken about my attraction to her, it had become even harder to ignore. Not that she would return the interest anyway, the age difference was just too great for most young women. She didn't reply right away, and I took the opportunity to add one thought. "But you're wrong about one thing, Leandra. The gray area is huge."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

“Wait, Gavin. I didn’t mean to imply…”

There I was, letting my big mouth get me in trouble again. I hadn’t meant to scare Gavin off, for it was truthfully important to me what his opinion was. Rarely was it that I cared about what others thought about me, but with this Professor, it seemed that everything was different.

“Look. I may seem forthright and uninhibited, and, for the most part, I am. But talking about my feelings has never been a strong suit. That’s why I write. To express myself. But, y’know, I just wanted to say thank you for listening, even if I ramble on occasionally…like I am now.”

Gone was the arrogant manner with which he taught the class, and that I thought was unappealing and not at all fitting with his character. For a moment, I thought he was going to walk out right there, leaving wrapped up in his own feelings, until he turned around, as if on second thought.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

I turned back toward Leandra still unable to hide my attraction to her. "You're not rambling, sweetie. Everything you say has an eloquence to it that I envy. And we're on dangerous turf here now. I've spoken out loud about my feelings for you, and all that keeps us from falling over the edge is your own admirable self control." I couldn't assess her reaction, but I moved back over to her and took her hands gently in my own, and looked her squarely in the eyes, silent for a moment.

"You see, Leandra, I acknowledge the boundaries, and I know that they're there for good reasons, but I really don't care about them. I don't care what the administration thinks, I never have, and it's always gotten me in trouble, cause I care much more about human interaction than rules. And if you lose that self control, then we're both in trouble." I held her left hand to my lips and kissed it.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

Instead of pulling away, I left my hand in Gavin’s grasp, the light caress of his lips speaking far louder than any of his well-said words. The words, again, of a teacher.

“They say women are far more emotional than men. I’m not sure if that’s really true, but there is one thing I know that applies to all cases. Emotions can be dangerous…”

Resting one foot on the arm of his well worn desk chair, I shifted my weight, trying not to wrinkle the papers under me. Running a hand absentmindedly over his collar, I smoothed down a turned-up edge that had been bothering me all day in class. Leaving my hand where it was, I forced myself to look into Gavin’s eyes, gritting my teeth and refusing to turn away.

“…especially when they’re this strong.”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

“…especially when they’re this strong.” The words struck me like a thunderbolt. She was feeling something as strong as what I was. Perhaps I should take the time to find out exactly 'what' she was feeling, but there are times when instincts take control, and minds take a rest.

I put my hand along her face, into the hairs at the back of her supple neck, and pulled her face to mine. Our lips caressed each other, more than kissing, we were exploring, probing, pulling, sliding. I found her eyes to be sure I hadn't already overstepped the boundaries, her boundaries, and her eyes said 'yes'. My free hand found the leg she had offered up on the arm of my chair, and began to stroke it, starting from her ankle.

Our kisses deepened, the tongues longing to dance, our lips devouring each other, entwined as if they'd known each other forever. Sweet -- she was very sweet, underneath the hard exterior, behind the shyness, she was very very sweet. I melted into her kisses, and my hand continued to make a journey up her leg, seeking out every sensitive spot that could be found.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

Whatever I had expected coming into this meeting, it was not that he would be making the advances. Gavin had such a refined, levelheaded personality, that his total disrespect for moral boundaries surprised me. Perhaps he was more like myself than I had at first realized…

Having the man take the initiative caught me off guard and I surrendered to his first kiss, gasping when he pulled away. Sliding backwards a bit on the desk to give me breathing room, I turned my head away from his eager lips, finding he instead settled for the next best thing.

The feel of teeth nibbling on my neck gave me a start, and it took all the willpower I had to push him away this time. I sucked in air, the smell of leather bound volumes filling my lungs, as I tried to put into words what I meant, hoping he wouldn’t take them the wrong way.

“Gavin…no…I can’t…I can’t put you in this…situation…”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

"Leandra, sweet intoxicating Leandra -- it is not you who are putting me at risk. I'm a big boy, in case you hadn't noticed, and I've lived my life taking responsibility for my actions. So please scratch that excuse from the dialogue. If you want to tell me that you don't feel that way about me, well, that's another story, and you will have my full respect for your position. But I think that is not the case here, or I have gotten much rustier at reading situations than I had thought. No, my sweet, what you are doing here, is giving me an opportunity to 'feel' again, something that I haven waited many years for." I stopped to study her face, her body language, her tempting presence.

I kissed her again, her kisses were sweet, and then I stopped to give her a chance to respond. "Leandra, we have but a few choices here. We can follow our feelings, and the consequences be damned. Or we can pretend to ourselves that this was all a mistake and we don't really feel like we do. Or we can be rational for as long as it would take to relocate to a safer place, and then let our emotions run wild. I'll leave that choice to you, and I will follow your choice with the utmost respect."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

I reached for Gavin, cutting off his last thought mid-sentence, the fingers of my hand splayed on the back of his neck. Pulling him to my lips without resistance, I let any hesitation that had been in the chaste kiss before fall away. Opening my mouth for him, I tilted my head back and craned my neck.

“I’ll warn you only once…you’re unleashing a lioness…”

As if to emphasize the point, I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, flicking quickly over it with my tongue. Pulling it with my teeth, I bit down just hard enough to make him bleed, the metallic taste tainting his sweet kisses.

Running my fingers up over his chest, I grasp a handful of Gavin’s shirt, twisting it tightly and finding purchase, With a sort of control over his movement, I crushed his mouth to mine, supporting myself on the corner of the desk with my other hand.

“…a lioness who is in the mood to devour her prey in one gulp…”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

“…a lioness who is in the mood to devour her prey in one gulp…” She had already begun, losing whatever inhibitions had been holding her back, Leandra came at me with ferocious kisses, biting my lip until it bled. I didn't care, I was ready to go with her. Returning her kisses with equal passion, my hands roamed her supple body, along her luscious legs, across her ass as it sat squashed on the edge of the desk, up her arched back.

"You're something," was all I could manage to articulate. I pressed my lips to her neck and began to nibble here and there, licking towards the back, trying to find her sensitive spots, and getting the reaction I sought, sunk my teeth in at just the right spot. I let it go and licked it again, once again grabbing with my teeth, both of us moaning at the delicious feeling.

My hands found the warm roundness of her breasts, tracing the curves, feeling the hardening nipples beneath the fabric. I couldn't get enough. She best beware what beast she unleashes in me. Years of yearning rushed by, remembering how passionate Kimmy and I had been. But Leandra was Leandra and she tasted different, felt different, smelled different. Different in a good way, different in an exciting new discovery way. I could smell her juices being warmed and released.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

Clutching at Gavin, I savored every taste of his lips, as they slid over my neck in a smooth motion, the sting of teeth bringing every erotic touch of his body against mine into sharp focus.

“I must admit, Gavin…although I’m sure you would have found it out sooner or later through my journal…I’ve always fantasized about fucking one of my Professor’s. And on his own desk, of course.”

Sliding backwards over his neat desktop blotter and full-sized calendar, I picked up the journals and dropped them to the floor with a muted thud, making more room for him. Gesturing to the open space as I propped my feet up on the back of his leather chair, I grabbed roughly again at Gavin's collar, tugging him closer.

“Do be so good as to join me…”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

She didn't need to repeat the invitation. I climbed onto the desk beside her and our bodies became one energized animal, trying to turn itself inside out. I stroked her head, her neck and shoulders, her long strong back. She pushed her hips forward, grinding her pubic bone against mine, genitals alive with the fire of passion unchained. Our mouths devoured each other, tongues dancing a primitive ritual, teeth nibbling hors d'oeuvre of love, lips pulling and pushing, a background level noise of moans and groans mixed with the occassional nervous giggle and sighs.

Words became unnecessary, if not impossible. Leandra was voracious in her appetite, and it was evident that she wanted to 'be' consumed as well. I was only too happy to oblige. After many long moments of textiled groping, we spontaneously began to tear at each others clothes, until we lay mostly naked and sweaty in each others arms atop the hard undersized discomfort of my desk, cushioned only by desk accessories, and thin layers of paper. No matter, I would remember forever the initial euphoria of my flesh meeting hers in a tangle of limbs and hair and torsos. The heat coming off her body stoked my own fire, my engorged cock seeking her warm moist darkness like a heat-seeking missile. I could feel the beat of her heart at a hundred different points where our skins joined.

This was heaven.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

With a sigh of release, I let my clothes fall away, the thoughts of right and wrong…student and teacher…falling away as well, tossed aside – at least for the moment.

The penetration was slow and deep, a single thrust that buried Gavin to the hilt, accompanied by a single low note of satisfaction from my throat. My legs, draped over the stack of textbooks and dangling in the air halfway off his desk, spread to accommodate his advances.

My velvety tongue languidly danced over Gavin's bare chest, perusing each inch of his skin as if time had stopped for us and us alone. I craved the frenzy of our initial courting, but wanted to bask in his complete attention. Drawing this out, stretched like the elastic of a rubber band, until we both snapped, would make everything worthwhile.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

I entered her slowly, staring deep into the sea of her eyes, wanting to catch each subtle change in the light that shone from them as I made entrance to the chamber of her passion. She took me in through her pussy, but also through each pore of her body, breathing me deeper and deeper until I had buried myself fully. It was exquisite. I savored each feeling welling up inside. I inhaled the mingled scents of our lust, and breathed out fire.

The pace was slow, deliberately slow -- I wanted it to last forever, though experience told me it couldn't. I lifted the cheeks of her ass up off the desk, holding her arching back suspended six inches above my monthly schedule, as I drove my spirit deeper yet into her, her moans driving me wilder with each thrust.

She clawed at my back, leaving marks for sure, leaving a burning trail of welt across my welcoming flesh. Her hands grasped my ass and matched the rthythm of the pumping, sometimes forcing it faster and harder and deeper, sometimes urging it to slow, to delve with subtlety and finesse. It seemed to go on forever.

I lifted my shoulders above her with my arms, staring again into her eyes, before suckling her luscious breasts, nipples yearning to be licked. Circling, circling the rising hardness, covering them in lush wet kisses, then nibbling furiously at their crass erection.

Leandra responded to each move with a dance of her own, and for the longest time we created movement after movement of an unfinished symphony. Words were not necesssary, though so many rushed through my mind. I wanted to turn them off. I wanted only to hear the music.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

"Oh…mi…gawd…" I whispered softly, Gavin's thrusts intentionally slow, and cadenced with the time of our own silent music.

Grabbing at the wood of his desk until my knuckles were white, I knocked a ceramic pencil holder off the level surface. It fell to the ground, the shards of white flying angrily onto the tile floor, and the pens it once held scattered randomly about.

We both ignored it, and paused only briefly as the office paged him, the static crackling loudly as a background to our soft moans.

Clutching wildly at Gavin's broad shoulders, the heat of our combined friction flooded over me. There was the faint scent of sex that filled the air, making the dull ache at the apex of my thighs throb with every deep breath.

My lips parted and my breathing shallow, I exhaled shakily, wrapping my legs around him in a death grip. "Gavin…you're amazing…"

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

Hoping I could get away with ignoring the page from the office, and wishing I had locked the door, we pressed on with the only thought in our minds. She was amazing, and as that became words in my head, Leandra said, "Gavin…you're amazing…"

"No, sweetie, that would be you. You feel soooooo good. I can't believe how we move together." I could only manage to get the words out sporadically, and in a whisper. We continued to do a pelvic dance of joy, while my hands roamed where they could, but I longed to have my hands free to play with her yummy tits. In a tricky move for such a small uncomfortable space, I pressed against her thighs, straightening them out along my own hot flesh. I inched her over toward the edge of the desk, almost losing my balance at one point which would have tumbled us both onto the floor. But I regained my hold on the desk, took a deep breath, gripped her ass with both hands, and rolled us over, onto my back, with lovely Leandra looming over me.

"Oh, that's better, dear. Now show me something I haven't seen yet." I looked deeply into Leandra's eyes again, and my hands found her breasts, hanging down, nipples hard, sweat dripping from her armpits. I loved the smell of perspiration on a woman.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

Engulfing Gavin’s mouth with my full lips, I breathed in his scent, the heady aroma of lingering chalk dust brining me the joy of the realization of my actions. The delicious naughtiness of our consummation sent shivers through me as I bucked fiercely once, twice, against his grasping hands before settling back into our smooth, liquid rhythm.

My heart was racing, and at every touch I’m sure he must have felt the drumbeats of the blood pulsing through my veins. Whimpering at my own attempts to keep the piercing screams from escaping, I tried to quiet myself. Every now and then a shadow passed in front of the "English Dep’t Professor"s door, followed by the brisk footfalls of expensive leather loafers or the crisp staccato of high heels.

“Gavin. Talk to me. Like you do in class. Do you have any idea what your voice does to me? Sitting there. Front and center. Daydreaming…fantasizing.. To the images your words form. Turned on to no end, with not a damned thing I can do about it. God and those looks you give me. Like you know me. Better than I know myself. I could just melt…”

Giving myself over to him mostly, if not completely, felt wonderful. The kaleidoscope of sensations that accompanied our explorative foray made me gasp aloud. And true to Gavin’s aforementioned words, I felt as if we were devouring each other completely…

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

Her movement totally commanding the energy of my brain, she wanted me to talk. I chuckled, kissing her lips with the sweetness of encountering your best friend after a long absence. The rhythm of her thighs slapping against me, as her pussy moved along the full length of my desire, the motion of her breasts heaving with each thrust, her hair tangled about her shoulders catching the light of the fading sun that still crept through the window -- it was all hypnotizing, enrapturing.

"Leandra, you are amazing. You are the most incredible lover. And what I said about your writing before, that was just the tip of the iceberg. The way you use words really make me envious of your talents. I would love to read some more. Of course, at the moment you've put me in a trance. My whole body is at your service. I've truly never felt anything like this before. I'm not one who's given to overstating things, but that is truly how I feel."

She listened intently, never missing a beat of her motion. I reached for her breasts, teasing the nipples, circling the perfect shapes, tracing the lines, and twisting again at the hardened peaks. My mouth again met hers, unable to get my fill.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

I listened in rapture to Gavin’s voice…not just the words but the smooth, flowing tone. Kissing his neck gently the entire time, I murmured an incoherent response. My body was here but my mind was somewhere else. I felt as if I were wrapped in pure ecstasy, soft as pink cotton candy.

Drifting between the reality of his grasping hands and the bliss of his tongue twining perfectly around mine, I let out a gasp and shuddered against his invading cock once again. His stamina was unrelenting, and I gave him a squeeze with my muscles just to tease him along.

Reaching a plateau of sexual excitement, I knew it wouldn’t take much more of this attention to make me peak. Assaulting his chest with my fingers, curled tightly into faux claws for the moment, I tilted back my head and let his tongue slide over my throat. Hastening my strokes, I pushed him deep within me, held him there in limbo for a moment, and withdrew until he moaned with dissatisfaction, slowly bringing him to the brink along with me.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

Leandra was amazing - we were amazing. Her pelvis worked unerringly, thrusting her hot wet muscles along the length of my shaft, controlling the rhythm with such precision. I moved my hands along the smooth curves of her hips, bones just beneath the surface giving hard form to the soft velvety flesh. She rocked her pubic bone against my own at the forward apex of each stroke, moving me closer and closer to the threshhold. At the same time I could feel her vaginal muscles massaging me, teasing the head of my overextended cock til there was no turning back, no holding off.

Her breath rose and fell with an increasing sense of urgency, her breasts heaving as her entire body climbed to a passionate peak. She was radiant, the light striking her face seemed even brighter in reflection. As the cresendo of desire rose, our eyes met, and I wanted never to look away. Silently we entered each other through our eyes, fervently our bodies melted together, divinely she exploded in sweet waves of pleasure just seconds before my own heavy load shot forth, scattering its armies of mindless sperm.

As her waves continued, I stroked her hair, her arms, I cupped her breasts, the perfect handfuls. I gazed into her eyes, hopeful that our journey had not been something she would regret. When the aftershocks had begun to subside, she smiled sweetly, and lay her body down on top of me, spreading her glowing flesh along the length of my own. I held her close, petting every inch of her that I could reach.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

“Oh…migawd…Gavin…” Still shivering every time Gavin’s skin touched mine, the nerve ends grating against his artful fingers, I let out a sigh of contentment.

I fumbled behind me for a pad of college rule paper, folding it back for a blank piece, and reaching to the floor with my fingertips for a pen. Holding it so he couldn’t see what I was writing, I jotted down a few phrases and random words that captured what I was feeling.

Gavin gave me a questioning look as I tore off the sheet of white paper, folded it into quarters, and threw it next to my purse. Kissing him softly, my lips parting to accommodate his reply, I ran my hand through his hair.

“It’s like dreams…if you don’t write them down right away, you’ll never remember them. And I don’t ever wanna loose this moment.”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

Aware at last of how hard the surface of the desk was on my spine, I sat partially up, Leandra adjusting herself to straddle my thighs, her hands running up and down my back, as if to heal it. She had just captured some images on paper that had been running through her head, and I was struck with awe at how alive her mind was.

Emotions flooded over me like the tide coming in. I hadn't let myself go like this in a long time, and I was plagued with the doubts of change, the whiny, useless, persistant doubts that accompany changes in our lives.

Her sweet face before me, looking at me with concern, wondering where I had gone in my thoughts, brought me back to earth. I kissed the tip of her nose, silently willing her not to worry. My hands caressed her arms as they wrapped around my torso. I held her close again, nibbling at her neck. "You're quite marvelous, Leandra. Perhaps you don't realize just how unusual you are, and how you've enlivened nerves in me I had forgotten I had. And I'd love to read more of your work. Would you like to meet somewhere later?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Leandra

“Gavin, I do believe that was one of the most inspirational,” I glanced up at the plain white analog clock over the door, grinning wickedly, “twenty six minutes of my life.”

Raking the dark strands of hair back from my face, I marveled at how alive Gavin made me feel. Both thoroughly worn out, my muscles sore in a good way, and refreshed at the same time, I breathed deeply, trying to still my beating heart.

The words of his rich voice, mellow like the full body of perfectly aged wine, played over in my thoughts. So delicious that they almost sent a physical shiver through my body.

I eagerly agreed to his suggestion of meeting later, already my mind wandering to the possibilities he had in store for me. The eagerness was out of character – if he was someone normally obtainable, and my own age, I would have turned down his invitation, or at least given a coy 'maybe' as a response.

Playing hard to get gave me great satisfaction, although it was, perhaps, one of the reasons my love life was so unstable.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

My encounter with Leandra had given a whole new meaning to the term 'learning profession', and I still was not familiar with most of the other students in my class. I prepared a lesson for the next day, eager to learn more about each and every member of my student body, wiping away any feelings of anxiety that came with the territory.

Thursday dawned, and with it came a room full of eager faces. "So, class, who has something of their writing that they would like to share today?"

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

OOC: i once again invite anyone to join us here with a character of their choice. it's a wide open thread.

IC:
After quite a lot of sharing and critique the hour was drawing to a close, and I laid out the assignment for our next class. "OK, here's what I'd like you to work on next, and as always take as much liberty with this assignment as you like. My purpose is always to inspire writing, not to stifle it. I'd like you to picture your muse, and then to think about how you would interact sexually with that muse. I don't care where you want to go with that, just have fun, and WRITE. OK? If anyone has any questions, just hang out after class. And I will have office hours starting at 4:30. Sweet dreams."

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Gavin

I watched as everyone picked up their things and slowly filed out of the room. I realized that there were still many of these students who I didn't know, who had never even spoken up in class. I would have to find a way to draw them out of their shells. Several unfamiliar faces smiled at me, and when the last was out the door, I closed up and headed to my office down the hall.