Abby’s Erotic Assignment

I had been at my middle School for several years and had built up a reputation of challenging my students intellectually, especially in the area of dramatic literature. Many students went on to a city-wide high school that was exceptional . . . even noteworthy nation-wide. One of those students . . . Abby was by far my favorite.

She had actually spent her elementary years in Canada and the education she received was outstanding. Although the situation I am about to describe . . . took place when she was 14, I had the pleasure of having her for three years as a student. During this time, a trust was built not only towards me, but her parents encouraged me to continue to work with her on the side on special projects.

Perhaps because her body was changing, she began to take a physical interest not only in boys her age, but in me as well, which I was soon to discover on a special weekend I will never forget. After class one day, she said she was interested in the “Erotic Escapades and Pleasures in Theater.” I was of course surprised, and secretly delighted. Then she gave me a typed outline that brought me pause in part as it stated:

“Sexual arousal (also sexual excitement) is the arousal of sexual desire, during or in anticipation of sexual activity. Male arousal will lead to an erection, and in female arousal,, the body’s response is engorged sexual tissues such as nipples, vulva, clitoris, vaginal walls and vaginal lubrication. Mental stimuli and physical stimuli such as touch, and the internal fluctuation of hormones, can influence sexual arousal.” As I finished reading, I couldn’t help but look directly at her breasts and could see underneath her blouse two stiff nipples attracting my attention. Was this a gag or for real I wondered.

For her part, she had been looking at the front of my pants as I read her outline and of course a partial hard-on was now growing. Not wanting to dampen her interest . . . whatsoever . . . I asked:

“So have you been looking things up on this topic and do you want to work on finding out more about them or what exactly is your endgame?” Of course mine was to have her strip naked and play . . . show me yours.

“There are a bunch of things I found on Google,” she said . . . “but I only did my research when no one was home,” she admitted. “Things get pretty kinky when you put in phrases like, “sexual arousal” and “sexual desire.”

“I’ll bet,” I said and then trying to keep my role as her teacher I shared:

“Well, there are only many themes in human erotic thought…and

they’ve been writing dirty stories forever. The origins basically lie in a guy’s horniness…he just likes to read dirty books and watch dirty pictures, don’t you think?”

“Guys?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Come on, Abby! You know. Guys . . . Man…as in mankind. Don’t go sexist on me. You know I’ve strong feminist beliefs, but I’m not going to tip toe along some line of political correctness.”

Holding out her hands in mock surrender, Abby laughed and replied, “Okay, okay, Mr. C . . . just kidding. I know guys can get VERY horny. Besides, that’s not the point. The point is . . .” and she stopped . . . still looking at the erection in my pants. I waited for a few seconds and then said:

” Abby . . . what is the point?”

“If you’d just let me finish . . . the point is” and she paused again for dramatic emphasis, “The point is,” she said again, “I’m sure . . . You’re the one with sexual experience. I’m just a student . . . who wants to learn a lot more about this subject. Let’s just call me an enthusiastic and ready to learn amateur.”

For a girl who thought of herself as an amateur (amateur what?), Abby sure knew how to dress to get my attention. Probably it was her slender body and small breasts. She didn’t have little-girl nipples, I can tell you that, for they seemed always to be visible, poking at her blouses and shirts. Lately, there were times I was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. I suspect she never did. I paid special attention to details like that.

At that moment, looking at her across the table in my office, I felt like the experienced lecher. The genuine teacher part of me was on the up-and-up, but my “other side”. . . my libidinous or extremely naughty side . . . was thinking how nice it’d be to get this girl naked and experiment with some of her feelings for me, which I knew existed.

“So where do you want to go from here?” I asked looking over her outline and especially at the words . . . nipples, vulva, clitoris, vaginal walls and vaginal lubrication.

“What if we get together tomorrow . . . and continue to explore this topic. My parents are leaving for the cottage this evening, and they won’t be back until Sunday. For the first time, I talked them into letting me take care of myself. Of course they will be calling from time to time . . . but that should not be a problem, even when you are at my house.” As she spoke, I continued to watch her tits under her shirt, but managed to raise my eyes when she finished.

“My schedule is wide open. I remember where you live from when I took you and Becca home last week. So what time do you want me to be there,” I asked.

“Let’s get going early . . . how about 9:00,” Abby suggested.

“I’ll be there. (pause) I was just thinking . . . to give us a head start . . . and I want you to write a couple terms down . . . (and I waited until she got a pen out of her purse and found a scrap of paper) I want you to do at least a Google search on these topics: autoeroticism . . . and I will wait until I see that you have the words copied down . . . . sexual Fantasy, (pause) erotic fantasy, (pause) pearl necklace, (pause) cunnilingus (pause) and fellatio. When I arrive, I will need you to share what you have found.

Abby wrote down the final term and then looked up at me.

“But it sounds so one-sided…like I’m doing all the hard work.”

“It’s just that I want you to know all about those terms before we begin. Feel free to click on the images option of everything as well in Goggle or whatever search engine you will be using. When I arrive, I will expect a full report on what you have learned. Make sense? I asked.

“Can’t wait to get started,” she laughed. I left the building and remained naked all night in my apartment, with my cock liberally coated with Vaseline. Although I wanked . . . I deliberately did not shoot in hopes I would have more than enough cum the next day with Abby.

Remaining Stiff at Her House

I arrived exactly at 9:00 the next morning. Abby answered the door and she was wearing a short skirt and a tank top that left no doubt she was not wearing a bra. She offered a quick tour of her parent’s house which ended with her bending over to grab some books on a shelf and some papers on a low coffee table. Her short skirt rode up the back of her thighs, giving me an enticing view of her slender tanned legs. What were her panties like, I wondered? Was she wearing panties?

Gesturing toward the overstuffed chairs in the study area, I said, “Let’s work here. The light is good and it’s quiet.”

I was beginning to feel like some outsider in her living space but at the same time, although we hadn’t said it yet, the undercurrent was strong and unmistakable. There was more going on here than just her research.

We’d been silently flirting ever since I had arrived. I told her with my eyes what I thought about her body. And she told me with her body what she thought about my eyes. The Dance.