Stories to Make You Blush: Seven Naughty Tales

by Marie Gray

  She dreamt that he was waiting for her every day at her house, stretched out lasciviously on her bed, wearing only loose silk shorts. And of course it went further than that. The caressing began, each move more daring than the next, until he was soon bending her in positions worthy of an acrobat. In each one of these dreams, Sebastian would catapult her into dizzying heights of pleasure, spinning her around on his disproportionate member, giving her orgasm after orgasm. She would wake up dripping with sweat. The most troubling thing was that the dreams didn’t only invade her mind during the night anymore. In the middle of a course, Alex would find herself taking advantage of rare moments of student concentration to start dreaming up new athletic positions she could twist her young lover’s body into. At night when she was at home, she would masturbate slowly, creating detailed fantasies of what they would do together. He would watch her stroking herself as he stood a little timidly to one side, then his state of arousal would soon match hers and he would finally come and join her.

  One afternoon, after a quick sandwich with Peter, she chose to wander outside to grade her test papers so she could enjoy the beautiful fall day (and be available to her students, just in case). She sat down on a bench in the sun but soon found herself unable to concentrate for even one sentence. Closing her eyes, she just let her mind drift. The cool breeze that ruffled her hair suddenly became a gentle wind blowing across a New England beach where she and Sebastian were walking together hand in hand. After a few greedy kisses, he led her toward one of the huge Victorian mansions that were scattered on the shoreline. It was a magnificent house, all pink and blue. They made love in a skylighted bedroom on a gigantic brass bed with embroidered sheets to the sound of huge raindrops splashing on the roof overhead. He ran his hands all over her, lifting her hips as if she were light as a feather and then gently entering her, fixing his intense green eyes on hers before beginning to thrust. He started out gently but was soon shoving harder and harder until they were moving at such an infernal rate that the massive bed began bumping toward the middle of the room.

  “Hello!”

  Alex jumped as if someone had pricked her with something. Adrenaline surged through her body, causing her heart to pound dangerously for a few seconds. Standing right in front of her was the object of her fantasies, looking more incredible than ever.

  “H-hello!”

  “May I sit down?”

  “Yes, of course. No classes now?”

  “No, not until tomorrow afternoon. It’s so nice out, isn’t it?” Then, as if inspiration had suddenly struck him, he asked her, “Do you bicycle?”

  “Sometimes. Why?”

  “I know you have one more class to give. Uh, I mean.” The adorable blushing started up but he stumbled on, “If you’d like, a little later on we could get together and go for a ride along the river. Well, it was just an idea. I’m going to go for a ride anyway, but if you’d like to join me, I mean…it would be more fun.”

  Alex was pleased to note that he had studied her schedule.

  “What a great idea! But I’m not super fit. If you promise not to go too fast.”

  “I’m not planning to race you!”

  It was just as simple as that. The opportunity she had been lusting after for weeks and had started to believe would never arise had just happened in an almost mundane way. A simple invitation, a simple acceptance—that was it!

  They met at four o’clock on the bridge that led to the deserted little island in the middle of the river. The bicycle path that snaked around the island was about twenty kilometers long. It was a charming and almost deserted setting in the late afternoon. The island had lots of hills and trees and some of the leaves were already turning to warm autumn colors. They were pedaling side by side, slowly enough for amiable chatting, when they suddenly came upon a park midway through the island. It was a very pretty and very inviting location right by the river’s edge. Sebastian suddenly seemed a bit nervous when they dismounted from their bicycles. He obviously had something to say, and it was making him uneasy.

  “Alex, I have something I want to ask you. I don’t really know how to begin, and I hope you won’t take it the wrong way. But, well, is this something you have a habit of doing normally, you know, doing things like bicycle riding with one of your students?”

  He was staring at her from the corner of one eye and was visibly uncomfortable now.

  “Well, actually, Sebastian, this is the first time. Why do you ask?”

  Alex was every bit as nervous as he was, if not more so, but she was fighting hard not to let it show.

  “Because, Alex, well…I have a little problem. I don’t know anything about you or your private life.” He wrung his hands and stared at the river. “Since classes began, I’ve been asking myself some very strange questions. It’s probably my imagination, but it seems to me…at least I hope that…uh.”

  He took a quick deep breath before continuing, “Well, it’s just that I’d like to get to know you better. I think you’re wonderful, brilliant, and since the first day I saw you I’ve been thinking about you. Ugh! You must think I’m an idiot. You probably consider me a teenager, just another student among so many other students…I…uh.”

  “Sebastian, you’re not just another student for me. I’ve got to admit that I’ve been thinking about you too, ever since classes began. And probably not in the way you’d imagine either.”

  “That’s pretty much what I thought: ‘Not the way I imagined.’ Okay, you don’t have to say any more. I’m sorry for all this juvenile awkwardness. How could I have been crazy enough to imagine that someone like you might be interested in me?”

  “You’ve got it all wrong! I am interested! And I thought I was the crazy one for dreaming that a beautiful, bright young guy like you would be interested in someone twice his age. Surely, there can’t be a shortage of university girls who would give anything to be with you?”

  With no warning at all, Sebastian sealed his mouth over hers and silenced her on the spot. Even at that moment she still found herself wanting to balk at a situation that continued to trouble her. But his kiss was insistent, and the stunning rush of pleasure it brought her broke down all remaining resistance. She released herself into the bliss of tasting him and soon became just as demanding as he was. She felt like a teenager experiencing her first kiss in secret, and she was reacting with an ardor she had never felt before. He squeezed her in his powerful arms, kneading her back and shoulders with rough caresses. Months of abstinence now induced violent surges of desire in Alex, and she found herself gasping for breath in the merciless grip of uncontainable passion. She wanted to bite that mouth, wrap those golden curls around her fingers, consume this strong young body that she had been dreaming of for so long now. Her breasts began to swell, her thighs began to burn, and her lower belly was contracting with desire. She had almost forgotten the worries she had concerning this young man whose clothes she wanted to rip off, whose body she wanted to straddle and ride like a demon.

  She opened her eyes just a fraction and saw an older couple heading toward a bench not far from where she and Sebastian were now lying on the ground, groping away. She pulled herself away from him like a schoolgirl caught in the wrong and got up to go lean against the balustrade at the water’s edge where she stared tensely at the river flowing by. Sebastian came and joined her but didn’t dare stand too close to her. When he finally spoke, he sounded very uneasy.

  “I’m sorry…I couldn’t help it.”

  She turned to look at him in surprise.

  “Sorry? I’m not. Listen, Sebastian, I didn’t exactly put up a fight, did I? I’ve wanted to do that for over a month now. But I’m confused. I can’t get my brain around it. What is it that you want from me? What do you expect? A one-night stand? I can only visualize something like that. And I’m not exactly sure what it is that I want from this. I think I want the whole deal, but I’m frightened. I’m afraid you’ll just end up meeting some pretty young student your own age and then sen
d me off to pasture. I’m afraid of looking ridiculous. I’m afraid, but I want to, so much.”

  “You’re asking yourself far too many questions. Right now, we both want to be together. And with girls my own age, I pretty much lose interest after about a week. I need something more. I need a woman, a real woman, who’s going to be more than just a bed partner. A woman I can really talk to about anything, who can talk to me, too. And not just about actors and rock stars or fashion. I want you. We have no way of knowing what will happen two months, two years, or even twenty years down the line. No one knows that. What have we really got to lose? Is it so much more than any other couple starting out?”

  What have we really got to lose? It seemed she had heard this one about a hundred times in the last month, but her last remaining scruples melted right then and there. Her eyes dove into the young man’s as she kissed him firmly on his full, soft lips. Without a word, the couple returned to their bicycles and headed back for the city. Sebastian rode up beside her and took her hand.

  “Will you follow me?”

  “I’m following.”

  He lived in a loft in the old part of the city. The immense space was bathed in the light of the setting sun that poured through the big windows. Closing the door behind them, he took her in his arms, and they quickly resumed where they had left off in the park. He picked her up by her hips with one arm while his other hand began busily undoing the buttons of her blouse. Alex felt so tiny compared to him; he was lifting her up with no strain at all. All the dreams and fantasies she had been harboring for so long came flooding back to her. She couldn’t let go of his big, comforting shoulders; she wanted to stay attached to him forever. Running her small hands over his tightly muscled back, she finally twisted her fingers through his silken curls. He carried her over to a large mattress tossed on the floor and very gently placed her on it, kneeling beside her as he did.

  Those brilliant green eyes were staring at her intensely as he brought his face close to hers.

  “Are you okay? Have you changed your mind?”

  “If you stop now, you fail your course.”

  As Sebastian pulled her face toward him, forcing her to look him in the eye, Alex read a mixture of expressions on his face: curiosity, slyness, desire, and even a hint of pain. A violent shiver ran through her. After so many months with no body contact, her belly now felt like it was being ripped apart by desire. Her remaining fear finally lost its grip on her and defiance took hold instead. She would accord herself this pleasure, however brief it would be, consequences be damned! She begged him to undress in front of her. He blushed furiously, but he did get up, slowly pulling off his sweater so she could admire his supple, well-toned torso and superb stomach muscles. He was nicely tanned, just the right depth; he had the golden hue of someone who spends a lot of time outdoors. He sat down on the bed for an instant and Alex fell against his amazing, V-shaped back, wrapping herself around him as she slid herself down to his slender waist. My god, he was beautiful! She had never seen a body like his, except maybe in an art gallery. He slid off his pants to reveal his perfect, adorably untanned behind. His erection was impressive as well—it didn’t have the excessive proportions to be found in Alex’s heated fantasies, but it was more than respectable. Lying back down on the bed, he asked her to undress for him. She took his arms and told him gently, “I’m not twenty anymore…come here.”

  He didn’t insist. Instead, he pulled away her blouse and moved down to undo her pants, slowly sliding them down her thighs as he proceeded to kiss every new inch of exposed skin. When she was finally nude, he looked her over from head to toe.

  “You’re really beautiful, you know! More beautiful than I even imagined.”

  He lay on top of her, covering the comparatively frail Alex with his massive body as he hugged her hard. She was impatient, though—she wanted to feel him inside of her, to be liberated at last from her burden of solitude. But he chose to make her wait. Sliding his hands under her, he lifted her up, leaving only her shoulders to rest on the bed. Alex’s legs were spread so the young man could kiss her thighs, sliding his tongue up her leg until it brushed against her famished pussy. He then placed her back down over his folded legs and grabbed her waist. His large hands began massaging her, traveling up her body until they reached her shoulders, pulling them up so he could kiss her face, eyes, and neck. She begged him to make love to her.

  Instead, he gently laid her legs back down on the bed and got up. Alex watched as he headed over to a dresser and pulled a flask out of a drawer. Bringing it back with him, he knelt between the legs she had parted in offering and told her to close her eyes. The sun’s heat warmed her shivering skin, and then she felt something rich and oily being poured between her breasts and down her belly. Sebastian dabbed a few fingers in this fragrant oil and gently rubbed it over her nipples and breasts, gradually moving to her shoulders, arms, armpits, and then down to her belly. He poured a little more oil over the sides of her waist, causing her little shivers of pleasure, and then he moved further down still until he reached her now gaping lips. She was startled by the sensation of his fingers tracing the contours of her vulva. She felt the oil mixing with her own sweet dew and smelled the heat-charged odor that ensued. Lying down on top of her again, he rubbed his skin against hers to anoint himself, sliding himself all over Alex’s body as she took the opportunity to slather some oil herself onto his gorgeous back. Sebastian picked up the bottle again and pulled his teacher’s pelvis a little closer toward him. His hands descended her abdomen and slowly, ever so slowly, he inserted a finger inside her while his tongue savored the creamy mixture that now bathed her inner thighs. When Sebastian’s lips finally rested on her pussy, it felt like an electric shock. Determined to drive her insane with desire, it seemed, he tickled her with his tongue, his hands still flowing over her lustrously oiled body. He became completely focused, tasting every part of her with his hot wet mouth as if her flesh were tender, tasty fruit. When he finally sensed the time was right, he pulled her up from the bed and made her lean against the wall. Without any apparent effort, he lifted her up and delicately placed her pussy over the tip of his tautly erect penis, sliding her down on top of him as he impaled her very slowly, inch by inch.

  Alex couldn’t get enough of him. She went crazy for his mouth, his taste, his skin, his amazing shoulders, the untiring arms that held her up and guided her onto him. After a rapturous slide, she felt the full length of him crammed inside of her. Staying very still, he was content to just watch her for a moment. Then he smiled and kissed her as he began to lift her up and down over his cock in a tantalizing rhythm. Her legs were wrapped around his waist now, and as she gripped his body, she felt her oiled and stiffly erect nipples being crushed against his chest. Alex’s body floated against his as if it had lost all substance and was now submerged in a soft, warm cloud. They were moaning in unison as Sebastian sped up his rhythm, and they came together in a shuddering, mind-blowing climax.

  Every night after this, for close to three weeks, they would meet at his place or hers, and each encounter seemed more extraordinary than the last. They would spend entire nights making exquisite love in every conceivable position, using every imaginable technique.

  * * *

  Alex began to suspect that something wasn’t right when he began arriving late for their rendezvous. His excuses were always plausible, but his eyes betrayed him. Then he began spacing out their trysts. She became utterly convinced that what she had dreaded since the beginning was now in the process of happening: he would drop her soon for a younger, sexier, much more fresh-faced girl. One evening, she finally decided to confront him. They had been making love for quite a while but she knew all too well that his thoughts were elsewhere. Feeling like her heart might give out, she asked him point-blank if he had met someone his own age that he wanted to be with.

  There was irritation in his answer: “No! Not at all! What do you think I’d want with some young ditz? Cut it out. I’ve already told you t
hat stuff does nothing for me.”

  Had she said or done something wrong? Alex tried to be rational. Maybe he just needed more space. But one evening, when they were supposed to go to the movies together and he didn’t show up, she finally lost it. She was convinced she knew exactly what was wrong. He didn’t dare tell her, she supposed, knowing that she had already gone through the same ordeal with the only other important man in her life. “Oh well! Too bad!” she told herself with false conviction. She would go to the movies without him, and once he decided to confess the truth about his new liaison, at least this time she would be prepared. As she walked toward the theater with a confident stride, she felt relief in knowing that it would be her this time, and not someone else, saying, “I told you so!”

  The night was clear and cool and as Alex grew closer to the theater, she scrutinized the crowd, expecting—but hoping not—to see Sebastian. She saw couples, which she gazed at with a mix of envy and contempt. She saw teenagers, all giggles and flirtatious glances. She saw a very attractive young man, not as strikingly handsome as Sebastian, but just as tempting, undoubtedly waiting for his date. Then she saw him. His back was turned away her, and there he was with his newest conquest. She wasn’t much taller than Alex. Even though Alex couldn’t see her face, she was already sure that this woman couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen. She felt she was seeing her worst fears materialize, but her shock was also tinged with mute incomprehension. She felt that annoying cliche surface unbidden inside of her, that palliative phrase that all women refer to at least once in their lives in an attempt to surmount their pain: “What has she got that I don’t have?” And she honestly couldn’t find any answers to that question. He could have chosen among innumerable tall, thin, gorgeous students. But this woman was definitely on the short side, and she certainly wasn’t on the thin side. She was wearing jeans that did absolutely nothing for her rear end, and when Sebastian pulled her up to kiss her and nibble her neck, Alex could see that this tiny person also had to ridiculously perch on tiptoe to reach his face. But this wasn’t the worst part.