Pupil: Inspired By a True Story

by Zoey Long

  Everything clicks into place. I’ve been waiting for him to ask to photograph me. Everything we’ve done today has been leading up to this moment because we both know the risks involved. And it’s incredibly hot. There will be photographic evidence of the two of us together, in a matter of speaking.

  I want to make him wait for a moment so I am careful with how I answer this question.

  “Are you sure you want to do that, professor?” I wink at him.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “But...” I press. “That means you’ll have dirty pictures of me. And that could get you in a lot of trouble.”

  He smiles at me and reaches for his messenger bag, taking out his fancy DSLR. “Yes.Now open your legs. Stand with them open. More than they are right now. Put your weight evenly on both feet and look at me like you’re staring through the lens of the camera, straight through the back of my head.”

  And now I don’t know what happens. My vanity or my professionalism or my actress brain or all of those things kick in at once. I evenly distribute my weight on both legs and stare straight through him. He clicks the camera more than once. I feel like a feral animal, like I can shoot him with bullets through the back of the head just by looking at him. He can sense my energy and his shutter responds in kind.

  “Gorgeous,” he says between feverish snaps. “Play with your hair a bit. Turn around and look over your shoulder. But don’t lose that energy.”

  My mind goes wild wondering what part of my body he’s focusing on and exactly what he’s capturing.

  “Okay. Now. Tell me how far you want to go.”

  “Excuse me?” I say, more than a bit flustered. He puts the lenscap back on the camera and sets it down before walking over to me.

  “For example, I’d like to remove these,” he says, putting his hand around my hip and dipping one finger under the band of my thong.

  I nod, titillated. He smiles and drops to his knees, coaxing the thong from my body. I step out of it, only embarrassed for a mere moment, knowing how soaked they must be. He moans out loud.

  “I can see why you wanted to keep these on and not have the salesgirl ring them up,” he says, breathless.

  “Yes,” I reply, but say no more.

  “It takes so much restraint not to touch you right now,” he reveals. I can feel his warm breath on my naked pussy as he speaks and it’s driving me wild. He must be able to tell because before I know it, he’s blowing on my pussy ever so gently, holding my hips steady.

  “Jesus Christ,” I say, “that’s maddening.”

  “Is it making your pussy ache?”

  “Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

  I look down and we make eye contact. I can see how ravenous he is for me in this moment, but I can also see his resolve, and I’m pretty sure that the latter will win in this instance.

  “Beg me,” he says, surprising me.

  “What?”

  “Beg me to touch your pussy. I want to see if you’ll start dripping on the floor where you stand.”

  I let out a moan, it’s guttural and tortured. My embarrassment at the prospect of begging him gives way to hot desire.

  “Please. Adam. Please. I want you to touch me. You’re making me insane, I can’t take it anymore.”

  He teases his fingers everywhere but my clit, around my upper thighs, scratching slightly, touching my outer lips with his fingers, moving his hands to my bare ass. I am moments away from grabbing the back of his head and forcing his face into my pussy, but I think that might get me in trouble. Not necessarily in a bad way. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet. My breath is quick and shallow and the inside of my pussy has actually begin to ache with want. I am still getting off on restraining myself, and this exchange of denial and restraint is what’s making me so mind-blowingly horny.

  He stands up and we’re eye to eye for a moment before he takes a fresh white pillow from the king-sized bed and drops it to the floor at my feet. He puts his gorgeous, chiseled face next to mine and whispers in my ear, taking one hand and moving it over the crotch of his pants. His cock is maddeningly erect.

  “I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock,” he says. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

  “Yes,” I say, wanting his hot cock in my mouth. I kneel down in one smooth motion, my knees landing on the soft white pillow he’s laid out for me so considerately right in front of him. I undo his belt and then his pants. Then his cock is out, large, pink and erect, begging me to touch it.

  I take it in my mouth at once, it’s warm and stiff against my tongue. I can feel the tension in his body, his knees buckling a bit as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and then up the shaft from underneath. I look up at him with my large green eyes and he takes a fistful of my red hair, coaxing my mouth up and down his shaft. I can feel my lips start to puff as I work him for another few moments and his moans go straight to my clit. I rub myself against the pillow, bouncing my wet pussy up and down against the fabric and probably leaving a circle of wetness below me. I don’t care, I want to get my come all over the pillow as I bob up and down on his cock, taking him as deeply in my mouth as I can.

  He moans something indecipherable before taking me by the shoulders and pushing me off of him. I’m angered for a moment before he tells me to stand up.

  “I want to fuck you,” he says. “Don’t make me come yet. I’ve been tested, you said you have an IUD, right? I’m not seeing anyone else and I don’t want to.”

  “Me either. Yes, I have an IUD,” I say, kissing him.

  “How do you want it? I want to know exactly what you want.”

  I nod and pull him by the collar of his shirt to the bed. He slips off his shoes and socks, then his pants. I sit down and feel his ass with my hands, it’s round and tight.

  “Fuck me like this,” I say, lying down on my back on the white bedspread, still corsetted, stockings still on. I spread my legs.

  “MMmm,” he moans. “Your pussy is so wet, it’s so flushed, baby. Touch yourself a little before I put myself inside you. I like watching you touch yourself.”

  My fingers on my slit are completely soaked as I rub my clit in circles, staring at his hard stiff cock as I do it. Seeing him so hard makes my pussy clench and I know if I keep rubbing myself like this I’ll come.

  Then he’s on top of me, kissing me deeply. His mouth finds the hollow of my neck and kisses me, nibbling down slightly so that I get goosebumps and my nipples harden under the corset. I can feel his cock warm and hard against my wet pussy and he starts rubbing the shaft against my clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Please, Adam. I want you. Please, I want you in... please... inside me.”

  He grabs my ample hips and pulls me down as I spread my legs open. He begins to guide himself inside me, and the moment I feel the head of his cock spread me open I close my eyes. He thrusts into me in one motion and I can feel a shiver of goosebumps spread from my toes to the top of my head. I lift my legs up and wrap them around his waist tightly as he thrusts into me, and I’m so wet he almost slips out. I hold him steady with the power of my leg muscles, kissing him on the mouth and then the neck, breathing in the scent of him.

  “You feel so good,” he whispers, picking up the pace slightly. “I’ve wanted this for such a long time.”

  “Yes... yes” is all I can get out as he keeps fucking me. We fit together so well, better than I ever expected. It’s like his cock was meant for me. It seems almost effortless how he’s hitting the exact spot that gets me off. I dig my nails into his back and shoulders, grabbing onto him and pulling him even tighter into me. I know now that this is going to be a problem. This is not a casual hookup. Our bodies say there’s more to the story than that.

  “I want to be on top,” I whisper in his ear.

  He pulls my hips and rolls to his back in one motion, taking me along with him. I’m mounting him now and adjust myself so I am sitting comfortably astride him. I run my
hands over his chest, his stomach muscles, and there’s a slight trail of blond hair leading from his navel down between his legs. I can tell he works out.

  His eyes are all over me, my tits are almost in my throat in this corset. He nods, intuiting what I’m feeling.

  “Take it off,” he whispers. “Unhook the front.”

  I rise up to my knees and start to unhook the metal clasps at the front of the corset. It springs open stiffly, letting my body free by exposing one half inch of flesh at a time.

  “Oh, you’re marked up so well,” he says, his stiff cock no longer inside me but pressing up against my wet pussy.

  I look down at my torso and I’m surprised to see there are reddish pink marks all over my middle. The metal stays from the corset have left clear vertical indentations in thin stripes on my skin. I’m all roses and cream from bust to hip.

  He runs his hands up and down my middle, flat and warm from my hips up to my tits. I can feel his cock twitch in response to my exposed body. I make eye contact with him as I reach down for his cock. He nods as I guide it inside me, then it slips in and I’m all goosebumps again, pressing my weight down on his pelvis, throwing my hair back.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, my god,” he says this grabbing fistfuls of hip in each hand, guiding me up and down on his big fat cock. I feel gorgeous as I begin riding him harder, my tits bouncing up and down. He puts his hands on my breasts then, pinching my nipples and making them redden as I grind down.

  With my eyes closed I start playing with my clit, and he inhales sharply. He loves it when I start touching myself.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he cries, holding my wrist steady as I rub myself in rhythmic circles while he keeps pounding me. I can hear the sound of my wet pussy as he’s fucking me, I’m tightening around his cock and if we keep going just like this…

  Adam scratches down my back with one hand and holds my wrist in position over my clit with the other, pounding me in the same rhythm over and over, like he can tell I’m going to come.

  “I want you to get off, just take it where you need it to go.”

  We make eye contact then, and I’m not shy about using him the way he’s asking me to. I can feel sweat start to bead on my lower back, my chest is flushed. My thigh muscles are engaged and start to ache. This is different. He really cares that I get off. Guys my age don’t seem to care, and if they do care they don’t have a clue as to how to that might happen.

  Adam and I are learning each other’s bodies, but for the first time in my life the connection between me and another person is trumping any desire I have to perform. Usually I’ll bounce up and down a few times and it feels good, but this is different. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone else before I did it with Adam. I stop caring about what he thinks or if he’s comfortable or what he thinks about how I touch myself or any of it, I’m worrying about my own orgasm. And that’s really exciting, sexy, freeing.

  “Don’t stop… just like that, don’t…” I whisper to him so softly I don’t know if he can hear me. He doesn’t stop exactly what he’s doing and my eyes are closed so tight. I can feel myself start to come, I’ve reached that moment just before it happens when things get so intense. It’s slow at first and then harder, and soon I’m spasming all over his cock.

  Adam holds on for the ride, gripping me around the waist and hips. It feels like we’re one person and with my eyes closed the room spins. When I open my eyes, he’s staring through me and I fall onto his chest, breathing heavily. The pace of our breath begins to match, his solid chest rising up against my breasts. I kiss his neck and begin biting down, thrilled that he’s still hard.

  “I want you to come,” I whisper in his ear as I begin to slam my pussy down on his erect cock. He responds to me by slamming into me from below, faster and faster, holding my hips down. Before I know it I’m on my back again and he’s slamming into me with my legs wrapped up high and tight around him.

  “Come inside me,” I say, excited by this prospect.

  “Are you sure?” He breathes heavily, ready to pull out of me if I ask.

  I pull him down on top of me and bite his neck, telling him how badly I want him to come in me. I want him to lose himself the way I just did. He slams into me so hard that the headboard is knocking against the wall. He’s grabbing my round ass at the same time and his moans are getting more intense, the sounds going straight to my clit and exciting me even more. All I can think about is making him come and I clench my muscles as tightly as I can, willing him to come harder than he has in recent memory.

  “Give it to me,” I whisper softly, but with intention. And this seems to set him off.

  “Oh...my God…” he cries out, shuddering over me, bucking his hips and then collapsing on me, breathing hard.

  Chapter 12: Adam

  I awake to the sound of running water, feeling the acute absence of Carrie by my side. I run my arm out against the soft white sheets, still warm from when she was lying next to me. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, chasing the scent of her lingering there.

  “Hey you.”

  Carrie is standing in the doorway of the hotel bathroom, an oversized white Egyptian cotton towel wrapped around her chest, her weight on one foot. Her hair is only wet on the very ends, excess water is dripping down her body.

  “Hey, get in here,” I say, turning down the sheet. She eagerly jumps into bed with me, throwing the towel aside, and before long we’re once again collapsed together in a mess of post-coital bliss. I’ve never felt so in tune with another person in my life. During sex, yes, but even right now. I’m lying on my back in the crisp white hotel sheets with Carrie nestled under my right arm, her breasts and legs and the feel of her pussy against me. I close my eyes and run my hands through her gorgeous thick hair.

  I think I love her. Naked in my arms under the hotel sheets with her face snuggled into my neck, I’m being lulled by the rhythm of her breath. My fingertips are tracing her arm ever so softly now and I’m pretty sure she’s asleep. Her breathing has changed and she seems completely relaxed. At ease. When I look down at her, I know for sure something has changed. My lust and inspiration has turned to something much more tender. My first thought is obviously: Well, that’s going to be a problem. But maybe it doesn’t have to be. I don’t know.

  She stirs and her eyelids flutter, and then she’s looking up at me and smiling wide.

  “Hello there again,” she beams, stretching her arms above her head, like she hasn’t a care in the world.

  The twilight sun is shining through the thinly veiled windows, illuminating her skin. Her lips are no longer painted but flushed, her cheeks are gorgeously rosy and her hair tousled.

  “Hi,” I say tenderly, kissing her on the cheek. I look at her and sit up quickly. “Can I take your picture just like this? Really, the light is just beautiful.”

  She shyly hides her face in the sheets for a moment before her actress comes out again. “It’s the golden hour, Adam. Sure you can. I’m naked, though.”

  “You are?” I tease back, winking at her. I stand up completely naked and walk over to my bag, taking out my camera. Carrie stirs. “No, just stay exactly like that. On your stomach.”

  She goes limp and turns her face to one side, the white sheet draped effortlessly around her thighs. Her bare back and rounded buttocks are visible. All you can see of her face is a mess of red hair.

  “Where’s your lipstick?” I ask.

  “In my bag, on the floor.” She sits up for a moment to point to the bag and I can see her breasts, her nipples puckering. Her hourglass shape is so stark, she looks like a burlesque star from the 1940s. Her waist indents sharply before curving out to her hips, her legs are long and alluring. I can’t stop looking at her.

  I pick up her small bag from the floor and reach inside.

  “There’s a tube of red in there, there’s chapstick, and some other things, give it to me if you can’t find it.”

  I’m fam
iliar enough with beauty products to discern what’s a tube of lip balm and what’s a drop dead matte red lipstick. As I respectfully continue to root around her bag, I start to lose confidence in this ability, until my fingers wrap around a black tube and I pull it up and out.

  “That’s it!” she exclaims.

  I walk over to the bed slowly. I’m still naked and Carrie looks me up and down, unashamed. Her eyes on me make my body start to respond, but that’s not what I want right now. Not yet.

  “Sit up,” I say, uncapping the lipstick.

  “I can do it,” she begins, sitting up completely nude and reaching for the makeup.

  “Allow me,” I say, pulling back from her grasp. “Please.”

  She sits up on her knees, pressing her palms into her thighs and leaning her face toward me, her eyes closed. The outline of her body is right out of a pinup shoot from decades past. She’s not wearing anything and she fits the part. I hold her chin gently in one hand and smooth the red over her pouty mouth with the other. Her mouth is full, larger on the bottom than the top, with two sloping peaks on the top lip. She presses her lips together and then opens her eyes, holding the position.

  “Gorgeous,” I tell her, still holding her face in one hand. I let go of her chin and move to put my pointer finger in between her lips.

  She doesn’t resist me, closing her eyes. I slide my finger full in her mouth and pull it out slowly, a ring of red around the first knuckle. She moans and sucks my finger, but only slightly.

  “There,” I say. “Now you won’t get any on your teeth. It’s a foolproof trick.”

  She lets out a whimper as I turn back to get my camera, wiping the bright red lipstick residue from my pointer finger with my other hand.

  My camera is possessed once I look through the lens. I take so many shots of her from different angles, and she starts to have fun with it. Carrie grabs a big white pillow and holds it over her body, tauntingly, biting her lip.

  “Beautiful, that’s great.” Then she throws it on the floor and I think I may have gotten a shot of the pillow in midair.