u/BarbatosBoost02

It was another day of the week, another tuition session

My math books splayed out on the table, and she sat across from me, in a dry-fit shirt, where you could barely see the faint view of a bra. The clothes hung to her body, exposing an outline of her perky breasts. I sneaked a few glances from my books towards the outline of her breasts.

A math question caught me off guard, and I sat back in my chair, whilst thinking, my gaze drove upwards to her face, such beauty and so cute, and the glasses she was wearing made her that much hotter, making my pants get slightly tighter.

Thoughts of wanting to be more with her came rushing back in, overthinking the math equation I was trying to solve.

"So, what's the answer?" she asked. Her voice came back in, jolting me back to reality.

"Hey, do you think we can switch subjects for a bit? Math's frying my brain; can we do.... biology?" I asked

"Bio..?" She asked, with an eyebrow raised

"Yeah, for a bit" I said,

"Fine, but you better remember how to solve that problem."

The books got swapped, and I opened the page on reproductive organs.

"You want me to teach you that?"

"You know, just to review what I had learnt in school" I said, voice cracking slightly "just to give my brain a break"

"Yeah right, like you wouldn't be thinking about anything dirty" she joked "besides, it's so simple, but ok"

A few minutes passed by. My mind and slight gaze still on her breasts.

"Ya know, I'm something of a hands-on learner" I said, playfully while clearing my throat

"What?" she asked, surprised at the sudden remark "No, no, no, just stick to the books"

"Say.... You ever, you know, experimented with a guy before?" I asked

"No.... never tried before" she replied

"You curious...?" I asked

"Not really...." Her tone dropped

"Want to give it a try? I'm kind of curious on the female side of things. You know, for future references," I said, as I propped my head up with my hand and flashed a smug smile at her.

"Research, what research" she asked

"You know, if I ever get a girlfriend, at least I won't look lost when I'm with her" I said.

"You know what, it's fine, forget it" I quickly said, and averting my gaze from her towards the book

My heart hammered against my ribs, a protest against the silence I’d forced upon us. I told myself it was just curiosity—that I was only asking because I wanted to know. But I knew it better. I didn’t want to know about her experience. I wanted to be the one to give it to her.

The silence lingered between us, heavy and electric. My question still hung in the air, unanswered until she finally looked up, her face flushed

"You really want to try?" she asks

I nodded gingerly

"How do you want to do it?" her face getting even redder, as she asks

"Let's sit over on the on bed, and we'll take things slow...?"

We then moved over to the nearby bed. We sat, inches apart, facing each other, gulping as our gazes continuously shifting from each other to elsewhere.

I took my hand, and slowly approached her knee, and gingerly placed my hand on there.

We locked eyes, faces getting redder, my heart beating so hard, it might burst out of my chest. I slowly slid my hand up her thigh, caressing her soft skin as my hand went under her shorts

"Let's, um, let's have you take your pants off" I said

"I thought you didn't have any experience?" she asks as she stood up

Whilst she was slowly yet nervously stripping, I replied, w a smirk: "Well, you know, I watch porn, got the theoretics down"

"Yeah, right..." her tone filled with sarcasm. In front of me, she stood half naked; one arm crossed defensively across her chest. My gaze dropped, tracing the soft, flushed dip of her waist to the delicate V-taper of her thighs, making my already erect cock, even harder than before.

I realized that the shy, naive girl I liked—the person who was my stability and my tutor—was now standing half-nude in front of me. It was a sensory overload; the softness of her skin and the dark, tangled shadow of her femininity.

I felt my throat tighten, my pulse echoing in my ears, as I realized I was looking at a part of her that perhaps no one else had ever seen.

My breath shallowed, as i reached out slowly, wanting to pull her in by the waist

"You're not going to take yours off?" she asks, weakly

"Right, yeah, caught up admiring your body" I said, standing up

"Wanna help me take my pants off or...?" I playfully asked

She raised her eyebrow, then slowly closed the gap between us, our breaths abated, as she reached for my zipper, and slowly our eyes locked, nervously, her hand accidentally touched the bulge, making her eyes widen, making me avert my gaze slightly, but she continued to the top of my pants, and undid the top button, before slowly sliding down the zipper.

I could tell from the quiver in her hands and her shaky breath, she was slightly scared and nervous,

I stopped her hands midway unzipping, "You don't have to continue if you don't want to...." i said, scared and nervous as well

She whimpered "It's ok... we can continue"

"You sure? You don't have-"

"it's fine" she says, slightly aggressive, I took her hands off my zipper, and I undid the rest of the zipper, and stripped myself.

In the room, two half naked people stood, inches apart. The atmosphere tensed and silence, nervousness and trepidation filled the room.

I reached her waist, drawing her in until there was no space left between us—not even the space for an excuse. My hands felt clumsy, alien, but when I looked into her eyes, I saw her own reflection of my nerves.

'I’ll take the lead,' I whispered, my voice sounding steadier than I felt.

She nodded, her chin dipping slightly, an act of trust that grounded me. I slid my hand down, over the soft, warm plane of her stomach, my fingers trembling as I reached her. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, the weight of the moment pressing in, before I cupped her.

The dampness, the heat - it was more vivid than any 'theoretical' knowledge could have prepared me for. I traced the curve of her, my fingers tentative, exploratory. When I slid slightly inward, grazing the sensitive nub of her clit, her head tilted back and a small, sharp moan escaped her lips.

The sound was like a spark in the dark; it didn't just tell me I was doing something 'right'—it told me that the power dynamic had completely collapsed. We were just two people, lost in the discovery of each other.

My fingers retracted, reluctantly and moved to her waist, while the other hand took control of hers and guided her towards my throbbing, veiny cock.

I let her touch the tip, letting her feel the warmth and stiffness of the head, before guiding her hands up the shaft, feeling the veins, that stood out like the ridges beneath my skin, pulsating w each beat of my heart

As she felt my cock, I let out a sharp exhale through nose and gave her a comforting smile.

I then guided her hand to wrap around my cock, letting her feel more of it.

"Are you going to ejaculate?" she asked

"Geez, at least say cum, but no, I'm not that sensitive" i joked

"How do you feel so far" I checked in, wanting to make sure she was alright.

"I'm ok, felt good when you touched me earlier" she reassured.

I left her hand wrapped around my cock, and slowly and gingerly, slid my hand under her shirt.

"Hey, we didn't agree to go that far..." she said

"Right, sorry, just trying, ya know.... But please? Just this once" I pleaded

She hesitated, and softly said: "I guess"

My hand reaches her bra, and I cupped her breast, making her do the same sharp exhale and biting her lower lip

I smirked, saying "Oh, though you didn't want it"

She looked away, face flushed. Whilst cupping her breast, my other hand moved towards her clit again, this time, slightly wetter than before.

I looked at her, and then down at her body, thinking: Damn, she's so cute and hot, and starting to get wet, fuck. Should I kiss her?

My right hand, that was cupping the bra, slid underneath it, and onto her bare breast. I felt the smoothness of it, the curve and her tense nipple.

I leaned in; my senses completely overwhelmed by the scent of her skin and the frantic beat of my own heart. I didn't know how to kiss, I just knew I wanted to taste her. I pressed my lips to hers, but I miscalculated, and our teeth grazed against each other with a sharp, awkward clack.

I froze, pulling back just an inch, my face burning with sudden humiliation. God, I’m ruining this.

We stared at each other, with awkward smiles, then a synchronized movement of both our heads came closer to each other.

Our lips met with a gentle, tentative grace—a soft exploration. I tasted the subtle sweetness of her, the warmth of her breath, and the way her lips parted just enough to invite me in.

We were fumbling, mapping the shape of each other's mouths, but the clumsiness felt intentional now. Every graze of teeth, every shift of her head against mine, was a discovery. I kept my hand on her breast, my thumb tracing the sensitive skin.

As we kissed. i pulled both my hands form where they were, and guided it towards her shirt, slowly pulling it up, out faces came apart, eyes locked, and her hand unraveled from my cock, and did the same,

Another synchronized movement, of us, helping each other take our shirts off.

Ok, new problem, I thought. Removal of her bra, had no idea how to do it.

I brought her in for an embrace, her head rested on my shoulder, my throbbing, pulsating cock pushing against her stomach

Her smooth, silky skin on mine, only slightly restricted by her bra

"Can I try to take off your bra, though I don't know how..." I said, all flustered

She instructed me on the mechanism of the bra, and I found the hooks, and unhooked it, and as I removed it, our embrace came slightly undone.

Now stood, inches away from me, in all her nude glory, was the woman, whom minutes ago, was tutoring me math.

I put one hand on her arm, guiding her, letting the weight of the moment lead us towards the bed, and I gestured for her to lie back. She followed, her movements, still colored by the same hesitant, beautiful trust.

As she lay there, I watched her. She looked like a masterpiece, her body sculpted with the kind of deliberate, exquisite beauty you’d expect from the world’s finest automotive designers - all lines and elegance

I cupped her face with one hand, then traced a line with 2 fingers, starting from her lips, down to her neck, then down to the middle of the bare breasts, up on to one breast, and onto her nipple. slightly pinching it, teasing her.

She let out a soft moan, and her hand reached up, grazing the base of me, sending the sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity straight up my spine.

I continued to trace a line down her body, towards her stomach, then down the naval and then to her clit. As i was tracing, i asked her to do the same w her fingers on my cock, and when she did, God, was it good and exhilarating.

Her soft fingers running on my dick, nearly made me cum, but I controlled the urge.

My fingers reached her clit, and this time, she was so moist, that my fingers could be coated with her juices, I rubbed het moist clit, her back arched up a bit, and she started moaning, I bent down, putting my mouth on her perky breast, and began sucking, tongue flicking her nipple softly.

She became euphoric, her moans getting louder by the second.

I contemplated eating her out, but I had no idea how, and there was a good rhythm in flow, so I decided against it, as not to disrupt the flow.

We stayed like this for a bit, before, i took my fingers off her pussy, and mouth off her breast.

I looked over at her, her face flush, eyes shone a crazy, euphoric glee, and a mouth in a big smile.

I put my face over hers, "Enjoyed that huh?" i asked, w smug smirk

"Liar, I thought you said you didn’t know anything"

"Well, putting theoretics into practice"

She asked for a break, to go to the bathroom and get us some water

She surprised me by walking out of the room naked, making me think fuck her back looks so God damn hot, and that ass, mmmm. Lucky i didn't cum....

As she left the room, completely fine w her nudity, I watched her sway her hips, and the silhouette of her back – was a sight to behold.

I decided to put on some noir jazz as background mood music
The low, melancholic brass filled the space, transforming the room into something else entirely—a private world where math and tutors didn't exist.

She returned, the two glasses of water held carefully as she moved back toward the bed. There was a new, fluid confidence in the way her hips swayed, a deliberate openness that made my breath catch. We sat for a moment, sharing a quiet, playful smile over our drinks, but the air between us had grown thick and heavy.

When she stood to set the glasses aside, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I pulled her back toward me, my palms sliding over her waist, and turned her so her back was flush against my chest. I traced a line from the nape of her neck, down the arch of her spine, and finally settled my hands on the weight of her hips. As I pulled her flush against me, I felt the sharp, intoxicating contrast of her bare skin against my own.

I pushed her hair aside, leaning in until the heat of my breath stirred the hair on her neck. I kissed the sensitive pulse point there, my fingers tracing the line of her throat, and she let out a sound—a sharp, desperate hitch in her breathing that echoed in the quiet room. She grasped my hands, her fingers tightening as if she were anchoring herself, and I knew the threshold had been crossed.

She turned in my arms, her eyes dark, her voice a low command: 'Kiss me.'

I didn't hesitate. I caught her lips, but this time, the tentative exploration was gone. It was deeper, more aggressive, a hungry exchange that left no room for doubt. I tangled one hand into her hair, guiding the angle of her head, and as we sank back onto the mattress, the world outside this room—the math, the books, the expectations—ceased to exist. We moved in a frantic rhythm, breaking apart just long enough to draw in jagged breaths before diving back into the heat of each other.

Still entangled in our embrace, we broke our faces apart for another breather

"Do you want me to put it in? I asked.

she hesitated for a bit, then looked down and said "Looks a bit big for me"

"I'll go slow, and once I'm in, I won't move till your pussy adjusts to my cock" I assured her

She gave me a skeptical look, a faint smile touching her lips. "I thought you said you didn't know anything?"

She nodded, and I move down, I put the tip of my cock against her clit, and then rubbed up and down, teasing her. I leaned in to kiss her on the lips, "You like that?"

She nodded and gently bit my lower lip.

I stopped teasing her, and slowly, inch by inch entered her moist and tight pussy.

As each inch entered her, I checked in on her facial and body movements, looking for any signs of pain that she couldn't handle.

So far, she's fine, I noted. As my thick, pulsating cock fully entered her pussy.

Damn, it was tight yet felt so good. Her pussy tightly wrapped around my cock, as seconds went by, i felt the tightness decreasing, as her pussy got used to my size and shape.

"I'll start slow," I told her, as I began to pump in and out of her.

Still checking for signs of discomfort as i moved slowly.

I let the low, brassy notes of the jazz dictate the pace, moving with a slow, deliberate cadence that had nothing to do with the performances I’d watched on screens. Every inch of hers was a revelation. I watched her face, searching for a wince, but found only a growing, dazed sort of ecstasy.

I increased my pace, the friction between us creating a heat that felt like it was radiating through the entire room. I gestured for her to lift her legs, locking them around me, drawing us even closer until there was no space left to define where I ended, and she began. Propped up on one arm, I let my free hand drift to her breast, my fingers finding her nipple in a rhythmic, teasing pinch-and-pull that sent a fresh shiver through her.

Her moans were no longer quiet—they were euphoric, a raw melody that echoed the jazz drifting through the room. As the rhythm intensified, her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I leaned in, tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat. I pressed my lips there, tasting the salt of her skin, while her hand came up to tangle in my hair, her fingers pressing against the back of my head as if to keep me there forever

I felt the pulse of my own body, the sharp, frantic warning that I was reaching the edge. I had to stop. I stilled my movements, burying my face against the left side of her neck, letting my heavy, uneven breaths rattle against her skin until the surge receded just enough.

I paused, pulled back just enough to look at her. We were both breathless, faces flushed, our bodies slick with the sweat of our shared heat. For a few heartbeats, we stayed perfectly still, locked together—a living, breathing piece of art, beautiful and raw.

The silence between us was heavy, charged with the kind of electricity that makes the air feel thin. I let my hand trace the line of her stomach, moving slowly upward past the curve of her ribs, across the softness of her breasts, and finally to the pulse point at her throat.

She watched me, a silent question in her eyes, one eyebrow arched. She wasn't just my partner in this anymore; she was a canvas. I felt the surge of my own desire—a demand to leave my mark, to paint that beautiful, flushed skin with the evidence of exactly what we’d just created. A smile pulled at my lips. I knew exactly where I wanted this to end.

I quickened my pace, matching the frantic, three-beat-per-second rhythm of my own heart. I caught her hands, interlacing our fingers, and leaned down to kiss her—deep, desperate, and unrestrained. The urge to release hit me like a physical blow.

I pulled back, moving my hand to place myself against her, and let the wave consume me. It was hot, visceral, and final—a spray that painted her skin, hitting her neck and spilling over the soft valley of her breasts, leaving the last of the warmth to rest against the flat of her stomach.

We lay still for a long moment, breathless, until a grin broke through the haze of our exhaustion.

'I definitely wanted to cum inside you,' I admitted, my voice rough.

'No, no, no,' she laughed, a breathless, airy sound. 'That’s bad.'

'Yeah,' I smiled back. 'I know.'

I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of her flushed cheek. 'How was it for you?'

She hesitated, looking away for a second before meeting my eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper. 'It was great. I loved it.' She paused, then added, 'You wanted this to be a one-time thing, right? Let’s... do it... more often.'

I felt a surge of something stronger than just desire. 'Yes, ma’am.'

We stood up, the room feeling quieter, the air shifting into something new. She walked a few paces toward the bathroom to clean up, but stopped, turning back to look at me with a soft, challenging glint in her eyes and a gleeful smile. I just raised an eyebrow, waiting.

She closed the distance between us and took my hand.

'Let’s take a shower together.”

End

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