My Best Studies Ever Part 3

Stories (studies 03)
‘fiction’


Sometimes waking up in the morning can hold a mixture of wonder and dread, depending on what has to get done. This was one such occasion for a different reason; as my arm moved, stretching out kinks in its muscles, my hand brushed into a firm, soft, yielding shape…very warm, and parting as my fingers moved among the sweet folds to a pleasurable spot deep within.

“Hmmm…”

I went into near panic as the sound reminded me Samantha was next to me on the bed. I just gulped as my eyes went over to her slumbering form; her eyes still remained closed, chest rising and lowering in gentle rhythm of one deep in slumber – though her bared breasts, nipples standing erect, still caused him to blush. Odd, he has seen them many times yesterday, how long is he going to act like a nerd around this living goddess here in his room.

“Hmmm…” he sees her shudder as his fingers continue to gently caress away on her womanhood. I sought out the areas she led me to before, the ones that give her maximum pleasure. One swirling caress after another, in different patterns of spirals, circles, helix patterns with two fingertips, and replicating the entire alphabet caused a constant series of twitches and soft moans to occur.

As my fingers began to get wet with her juices I noticed her legs pulling up towards to her body, thighs closing and pressing against his wrist and lower arm. Held in their firm grip he stops his hand, wondering how he can get out of the vice like grip without waking Samantha.

“Why are you stopping?” she asked so gently, not sleepy at all.

“I…uh…Samantha…” now I really am going to get it. For a moment I envisioned her doing a wrestler move and wrapping her legs around my neck in a headlock, before pounding me into the ground with such force that I emerge on the other side of the globe.

“Benjamin…don’t stop for a moment more…do just what you’re doing…never leave a job half finished first thing in the morning…” she said as her thighs pressed yet tighter down on my forearm.

Almost as soon as I started the motions again, once more from the beginning of the alphabet she was writhing about, lying on her side with her hands grabbing a pillow to her chest in a death grip. Her eyes completely closed as her head arched back, lips pursed as breath after gasping breath passed over them. More and more she looked to be swept up in a fiery bliss such as I could only imagine…

Finally she put her face against the pillow, shoving down on my hand fully as she hit her climax. Her grip let up on my arm and the pillow, droplets of sweat gave a soft sheen to her glistening skin. Her eyes swept over me, the dreamy look showing satisfaction and humor mixed into one.

“Samantha…I, didn’t mean to…I mean…oh nuts, I’m doomed…”

Famous last words to be executed by; I can see the words on the tombstone ‘he lived well and died trying to please his friend and love. As usual, he failed to please the goddess in his bed that night.’

Rolling her eyes heavenward she grinned, “Benjamin, some days you can be so utterly clueless; one of the more endearing traits you have. Heck of a way to wake me up in the morning…a good way to do so, not all women like that just so you know. You still need to work on the technique some more, which will come with practice of course.”

“Now then Benjamin,” she said while rolling over on top of me. “I want to have a good breakfast, something very special…if you don’t mind that is?”

The nervous shaking of my leg didn’t change that wild look within her fiery eyes. Once again Samantha shows how insatiable she is when it comes to sex. Get her going and nothing will stop her until she chooses for it to end. I held out hope that she wanted just a normal breakfast as I nodded yes…that dream lasted about a half of a second.

Her lips pressed against mine, so gentle and yet setting off fires of desire in my mind and body; softly she moves about to my cheeks, chin, brows and forehead while caressing my chest, her hands up under my shirt. I could not hold back my wild laughter and squirming as her fingers found each ticklish spot; the constant tease also caused my burning desires to build up layer upon layer.

Quicker than lightning she eased my shorts down, allowing my manhood to be free to the winds; or at least to the bedroom air.

Her hips started gyrating over my manhood, driving me to distraction and it to maximum attention. It is still amazing how she can do things so well and make me feel so great!

My hands seem to move of their own will, coming to rest on the sides of her abdomen and gently holding on, slowly getting into sync with her motions. Each sway and swirl, twist and turn generates a song of lust and wonder within my mind; while I send my hands to try and conduct their own chorus in harmony with hers.

One spot in particular causes her to arch her chest and head upwards, those firm hands on my shoulders digging in with such force I feared they would dislocate from the sockets! On her lower back they continued to explore and compose a melody of love, resulting in her pushing down harder and harder against my manhood, until I felt my eyes were switching from one socket to the other and back again.

This was something different from anything that Samantha, Daisy or even Tabatha the Nymphomaniac has shown me yesterday!

So distracted were my thoughts I did not feel her take my manhood into her hand, until she started easing down upon its length; sending me into Valhalla of Ultimate Delights. Although, as is becoming the norm, I lasted about a whole three seconds before hitting my release into her; she put a finger to my lips, to stop another one of my unneeded apologies from spilling out.

Even though her smile and eyes told me none were needed, I had to wonder…will I ever truly be able to please her at all?

“Come on Benjamin,” she told me with an impish smile, “I need to take a shower. I want you there with me as well; you do such a great job on washing me down…after that I have something else in mind for us…”

Great, what doom is coming down on me now?

As we made our way to the bathroom I asked her specifically what plans are in store for today.

“Lets see now,” she teasingly held one finger on smiling lips, “after we’re done here I intend for you to learn how to pleasure a woman with your mouth and tongue…”

“You mean…mean…I…uh…oh…” my words stammered out between shakes of nervous tension, I could not get my brain to actually work. TWO more women coming over, and Samantha wants me to…I should just expire right now and save further embarrassment of myself and of her.

“Benjamin,” she looked at me so lovingly, “look, you managed to make me, Daisy and especially Tabatha very happy last night. Give yourself a little credit, you need to learn how to do this…I want to help you learn to please women…and I really care about you as well. We still have two weeks without your parents around. I did tell the two of them the iron clad rules – no booze, no more than four of us in the house at one time and no disturbing the neighbors.”

“Now then let’s get our shower,” she said, “and then we will have some fun…besides which I want to see the look on your face when you do me…”

At that moment I don’t know which was louder, my constant stream of gulps, the nervous thumping of my leg, or the beating of my heart into panicked overdrive…all of which I am sure could be heard over the first noise of the shower being turned on…nice and hot as she likes it.

“I am completely doomed…”

“Yup,” she said as her arms grabbed mine, pulling me into the bathroom with her.

Some dooms turn out to be more enjoyable than others I will admit…the shower being one of them so long as Samantha is there with me…

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Steam rolled up from the water and made the place into an instant sauna; as the mirror fogged up I caught the sight of Samantha dragging me along, the look on my face must have been truly priceless for anyone watching, as I slid into a string of self-depreciating chuckles.

“Ben-jar-min…” her voice rolled out the word, adding an alluring inflection to it here and there. I looked at her standing behind the shower curtain; the somewhat opaque material doing a poor job hiding that shapely form of her body. Her breasts were visible, nipples swollen and erect once again. She pulled it back enough to show her face from behind it, that most impish grin on display as she motioned with one finger for me to get undressed and get in there NOW!

Once I got undressed I decided to have some fun. I bowed down on my knees with arms extended to the side, then declared “Oh great lady…she who dwells beyond the shower curtain…who understands the mystery of the waters that so steam…who looks grow more cute with each passing second…”

Flump!

The soaked towel lands on my head, muffling out a portion of her laughter in response to my bad comedy routine.

“Come on Benjamin get in here,” she implored me, a slight longing in her voice.

The sight I beheld when I got the towel away from my face stunned me completely.

She was standing in such a sexy pose, one leg back behind the other, hips turned just slightly to the side and her hands back behind her head, hair flowing over them. Lips pursed into a pucker, she playfully made smooching sounds in my direction, teasingly blinking her eyes like some Hollywood starlet.

Putting her hands on her hips, head lowered and maintaining a coy look on her face, she sauntered on over to me; how she could sway those hips, bounce her chest, and keep her balance as she moved I have no idea. I just knew my jaw was hanging open and my heart felt like it was about to explode from the wild feelings she was causing to flow in my body and mind.

Sweeping me up in a hug, she placed her lips onto mine, sending my brain into overdrive and my body into untamable lust. Right now I just wanted to bolt for the door. Crazy indeed, Samantha is a goddess on earth and I expect her to come to her senses at any time and walk away into a dream, leaving me stuck in a steam filled bathroom looking like a prune.

She stroked and teased with fingertips over my shoulders, arms and chest, then along my abdomen – then tickling me when she crossed my belly. I started to return the same tickling to her that sent her into a peal of laughter; finally we got to the task of actually getting cleaned up, with me helping lather up her back and sides while she took care of the front.

At one moment she bent forward to rinse off her hair, water cascading off her neck and back like those of a flowing white water just before the waterfalls. I continued to wash her back, when a moment of pure impish delight crossed my mind.

Now mind you it was not the urge to commit a final death by swatting her bottom; I may still be doomed but not that doomed…at least not yet.

I gently began rubbing down her bottom and then her outer thighs with the washrag; gently working them over inch by inch, then her giggle made me turn my head. She was holding onto the shower bar with both hands, looking back over her shoulder and with a wide, knowing grin on her face.

She nodded to me, telling me to go ahead…must have been the sheepish look on my face caused her to have sympathy and not drop kick me into the next block or state.

Moving around to the inside of her thigh, I gently continued my work, feeling the muscles twitch and shudder underneath my hand. Samantha is clearly getting turned on, slowly, steadily, and completely. Soon enough she was breathing deeply, soft cooing and moaning sounds coming from her lips. Those eyes again became dreamy and half closed; then suddenly she hit her climax, giving off gentle little sighs of contentment for me to hear.

Anymore it’s like each time I touch her, something happens to shock me. How it happens I will probably never understand – just one of those universal rules: women rule and young men like me are clueless.

It took a moment for her words to get through my stone dense brain, she was asking me to lather her up once more…and she would do the same for me.

She went to work on me, in total command of the situation while I just felt like I was working on the finest, most delicate, ancient of china worth a king’s ransom. What a contrast the two of us make, me the pathetic klutz of the universe, and she the greatest thing that could possibly happen.

I still have to wonder if this is a dream and I will wake up and none of it had ever happened…

At one point she picked up my hand in her own, then began kissing the fingertips one after the other; sometimes she would lightly nibble on them, pressing down with her teeth, while her eyes glimmered with those insatiable fires in her heart.