A Higher Education Ch. 01

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I couldn't get things together until Friday because of an exam and a paper that was due. My new landlady told me she'd be home all day, so I skipped my classes, rented a car because it was cheaper, loaded all my junk in and arrived at her house promptly at 11:00.

Over my protests, she helped me cart all my things in. By the time I took the car back and returned to the house, it was nearly 2:00.

"So, Derek, here we are," she said as she opened the front door for me. "I'm making Boeuf Bourguignon for dinner. Would you like to dine with me? I'm sure you're quite hungry."

"That's beef stew, right?"

She made a wry expression. "Yes, it is. The French always put fancy names on things, don't they?"

"I wouldn't know, ma'am."

"Why don't you go upstairs and get yourself settled. Dinner at 6:00, all right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

She poured some wine with the meal. Now I hadn't had much to do with wine at that time, but I thought this tasted pretty darn fine with her fancy beef stew. As a matter of fact, it was the best meal I'd ever eaten.

I found it amazing that this beautiful and accomplished woman hadn't had some rich so-and-so snatch her up years ago. I was very curious as to why this was, but wouldn't have asked in a million years.

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We quickly settled into a nice routine. Most evenings she'd be home in the kitchen when I arrived from school. She'd often cook for us. Sometimes I'd have to fend for myself, but I was free to use whatever I found. Breakfast was generally a matter of cereal and toast with a bit of fruit, but occasionally Doreen would make something nice like waffles or more of what I called her "exotic food". I'd been brought up by a pretty much meat and potatoes mom, so these foreign meals were a revelation.

Sometime late in the second week, I think it was a Friday or maybe a Saturday, we were sitting in the living room after another fine meal with a French name, finishing our bottle of wine when Doreen started talking about her dead husband.

"Ramon took me under his wing when I was a doctoral student. It was at another university," she said partway into her soliloquy. He was such a brilliant chemist and a very fine teacher. There was an immediate attraction between us and it didn't take too long to fall in love. When a chair opened up at this university, he was headhunted by the chancellor long and hard. The deal was sealed when they agreed to also bring me in as an associate professor. I did have the credentials to get a position on my own, but it would be so perfect if we could work in the same place. Since we'd be working in different departments, there would be no eyebrows raised. You see, Ramon was 25 years older than I, and even back then, fraternizing between profs and students was frowned on.

"He taught me so much about life, food, wine, gardening, nearly everything I now hold so dear. It was a horrible, horrible day when he was taken from me."

I didn't know what to say and mumbled something lame about being sorry for her loss.

"It was 14 years ago, Derek, and I've gotten over it, but I think about him every single day and always will." She put down her empty wine glass. "Now, I've gone on long enough. Tell me about yourself."

I went on for several minutes about my family and high school, what I hoped to become when I got out of university -- and how grateful I was to finally be out of that noisy, distracting dorm.

She arched an eyebrow. "Not many freshman would talk like that, in my experience. Let them loose on their own and they tend to go nuts for a little while. Eventually most come to their senses and get to work. Others find that college life isn't for them. What do you do for fun? Do you have a girlfriend? Someone special back home?"

I'm sure I blushed ferociously. "Ah, no. No girlfriends."

Actually, I blushed more from what I'd been thinking at that moment than by her actual question.

Sitting on the sofa across from me, Doreen was lounging back into a corner, legs curled under her. The soft light of a lamp behind her made a halo of her hair, not pinned up for once. She had on a cream-colored blouse that was open enough to show just a hint of cleavage and a skirt that came down almost to her knees, so it had hiked up a bit when she'd sat down. (She had lovely legs.) Her feet were bare. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I think she had to be aware of it. At the point where she'd asked about girlfriends, I'd been imagining her sitting the same way -- but completely naked. In my pants something was stirring.

"So you're footloose and fancy free, Derek Small."

"I guess you could say that."

"Don't want to get entangled at this stage and all that?"

Boy, there was a loaded question. There was no way I could let her in one the fact that I was severely handicapped by a penis that scared the girls off.

"It would be nice to go out on the occasional date, I suppose," I answered, trying hard not to blush again. "I'm a bit shy around girls, actually."

"Is that all?" she laughed. "When I met Ramon, I was the same way, around boys, of course. You should have seen me, I looked like Suzy Librarian, hair all pulled back, long skirts, big glasses, and of course never any make-up. Somehow he saw through all that."

Our talk drifted away into harmless topics like campus politics, current events and such after that until it was time to go to bed.

On my way out of the bathroom later on, I glanced down the hall to the opposite end of the upstairs hall to her bedroom door, which was normally shut. Tonight it was ajar and I could see her light was still on.

I don't know what possessed me, but I crept down the hall silently and when I was about 5 feet away, I could see in a bit. Just in my line of sight, I could watch her sitting at her vanity table, rubbing some cream into her face. She'd been in the shower ahead of me and still had her bathrobe on. I crept a bit closer in order to see better.

Finally, she rose from the table, stretched luxuriously and turning so her profile was to me, slipped her robe from her shoulders. I stifled a gasp as it fell to the floor. She was completely naked.

I watched breathlessly as she cupped her breasts in each hand, moving them until her fingers gripped her nipples which she twisted and pulled quite roughly. Then her hands drifted down her body, brushing along her stomach, down to her thighs, her ass and eventually between her legs. Arching her back, her breasts rose with her nipples jutting out. My God she was beautiful.

"Derek, come in here please."

When I heard her speak, my legs started shaking and even though I wanted to race back to the safety of my room, I couldn't be sure I wouldn't fall to the floor in a quivering mass.

"Derek, I know you're out there. I saw your reflection in the mirror on my vanity."

When I still didn't move, she calmly walked over to the door and opened it. I was certain I was going to be screamed at and booted to the door immediately. Why had I gone down that hall?

Doreen reached out and took my hand. "Derek, come in. We need to talk. Now."

Then the most embarrassing thing of all happened, she looked down. So did I.

The front of my bathrobe was sticking out obscenely.

"My, my... Michael was not kidding when he said that you're hung." She literally dragged me into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

I was a complete zombie as she led me to her bed and sat me down. Pulling up the chair from her vanity, she turned it around and sat down, leaning forward against the chair back. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I could not keep my eyes from looking down between her open legs where I was surprised to see that it was shaved down by her lips and neatly trimmed above. This was long before the time that it was almost expected for women to be shaved.

I looked up and realized she knew exactly where I'd been staring.

"Ever seen one before, Derek?" she asked, grinning wryly.

"Um, um...yes, ah no, ah, sort of...yes," I babbled.

"Stand up and take your robe off."

It wasn't said unkindly, but it was definitely an order.

In a mental fog, I didn't question it, but just stood and slipped my robe off. For a good 30 seconds I waited while she just stared -- but I did, too. Between her legs, I watch as her outer lips turned red and the slit women have down there sort of slowly opened up. I knew the basic layout of a female's plumbing from my previous 2 sexual encounters, but this was the first time I'd ever had a really good look at a pussy. When I thought that forbidden word "pussy", I felt my cock give one throb then another.

The silence between us stretched almost beyond bearing. The air in that bedroom was positively electric.

Finally, she spoke without lifting her eyes, "Very nice." Then came another order. "Look at me, Derek."

I almost started giggling, her words seemed so absurd. That's precisely what I was doing.

"At me face, dear boy, at my face."

She was staring at me now, right into my eyes and the expression on her face made my cock throb again.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

So I did, simple as that. It took about 5 minutes along with several questions from her.

"What did Michael tell you about me? About our relationship?"

"Nothing. He didn't say anything. He just said he was moving out of his room and asked if was interested. That's all."

"Good. That's what I was hoping you'd say. You see, all my young men are sworn to secrecy. I couldn't afford to have anything get out."

"Huh?"

Not the most sensible remark, but my sluggish brain didn't seem to want to slip into gear. Where was all this going? I got the feeling she might be toying with me for some completely unfathomable reason.

"Do you want me to teach you about women, Derek? Teach you how to make love to a woman -- properly? Teach you techniques that will make her scream out your name as she has an orgasm? Teach you things that will make her come to your bed night after night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it clear?" She looked at me for a moment longer. "No, I can see that it isn't. Come over here." When I didn't move, she shook her head. "I won't bite. Promise."

I took the 3 steps to reach her. I'd barely gotten there when she reached out and grabbed my erection. For a moment, she used both hands to caress it, pulling and squeezing. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then she suddenly stopped and let it go.

"This is a very nice cock you've got. You know that?"

"Girls have said it's too big."

"Nonsense! A cock can never be too big -- if you know how to use it. Do you want to learn about that, Derek Small?" Then she laughed. I knew what she was thinking and it made me blush.

As if she could see into my head, she slowly got off the turned around chair, moved it aside and then wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing herself against me. I realized a moment later, that she'd stood up on tiptoes so that my cock ran right between her legs. She rested the side of her face against my chest.

We stayed like that for a few moments, before Doreen spoke again. I could feel her voice vibrating in my chest.

"Derek, I lied to you earlier this evening. I still love my late husband with all my heart. I always will until I die. We were soul mates in every sense of that hackneyed term. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I think I do," I answered, and right then, I believe I did.

"As I said, Ramon taught me many, many things, and one of the most important things was about sex between a man and a woman. I don't know how you were brought up, but I believe that the best sex you can have is when it's between two people who are very much in love.

"But that also doesn't mean that two people who aren't in love can't have terrific sex, especially if they know what they're doing, or at least one of them does. Do you understand that?"

I would have gone on agreeing with anything this woman said as long as she didn't move. I still cannot describe what it felt like to really hold someone for the first time, just hold them. The fact that she had my cock trapped between her legs had nothing to do with it, either. Well...almost nothing.

Doreen continued to speak softly. "I have only two rules, Derek, and they must never be broken. If they are, you will be out of this house immediately and I will never speak to you again."

She pulled away, sliding off my throbbing cock. I felt as if my favorite toy had been taken away. I wanted to pull her back against me, but looking into her eyes, I saw that would be a bad idea.

"Derek, if you ever tell a soul what goes on in this house, I mean so much as a whisper, you're gone. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes."

"Louder, Derek, and look into my eyes when you say it."

"Yes. I agree. I'll never say so much as a word."

She nodded, her expression unreadable. "And you cannot fall in love with me. If you fall in love with me, you're gone. Michael fell in love with me and that's why he's gone. I won't make you agree to that, because love is not something that can be ordered around. I am just warning you now. I want you to be very clear on that before we can proceed."

"I will try my hardest not to fall in love with you."

She tilted back her head and laughed long and hard. Wiping her eyes at the end of it, she shook her head at me. "I can see that you're going to become a very special man. Now, I have to have some more of that." She reached out towards my cock, still throbbing patiently.

"Wait," I said.

"What is it?"

"What should I call you?"

Since I'd moved in, I hadn't felt comfortable calling her by her first name. She was almost old enough to be my mother. Calling her by her last name seemed clumsy and unworkable, especially after what she'd just said to me.

She looked up at me curiously. "What would you like to call me?"

"Mike said your middle name was Laurel. You look more like a Laurel to me than a Doreen. I suppose that sounds stupid to you."

Leaning in, she kissed my cheek. "Okay. Laurel it is, then. You are very special."

"Why do you say that?"

"Ask me again sometime."

She moved forward, standing once more on her tiptoes and mounted my cock, the same way she had before, but more slowly this time, more lovingly, more erotically. It was hair-raising what it felt like as I slid along between her very wet lips.

"Hold me around my waist." I did as she asked and she leaned back like a willow sapling bending in the wind. Once or twice she wiggled back and forth. "Oh that is nice. You have the most beautiful cock I've seen in a long time, perhaps ever. And I certainly couldn't do something like this on anything but a cock this long."

She looked up at me with heavily lidded eyes and a blush on her cheeks. It was a look I'd get to know well in the three years I lived with Laurel, it was the look of a woman in heat.

"Are you ready for your first lesson, Derek, honey?"

"Yes, Laurel."

"Good. The first thing a man needs to know is very important: it usually takes a woman longer to achieve orgasm than it does a man. If you want a woman to remember you many years later, you must give her as many orgasms as you can before you have your own."

"I understand."

"No, you don't, unless you're some kind of genius. The trick is to keep yourself under control, and that is a very, very hard thing to learn, especially if the woman is really enjoying herself. But you must be strong and concentrate. You have to learn to control when you orgasm. It will probably take a long time to learn, but we'll start tonight. Now, when I do this a few times, does it feel as if you're going to lose control?"

Still leaning back, she flexed her hips and my cock almost slipped out as she moved away. At just the right time, she reversed directions and slid back against me. By the third one, despite my best efforts, I was perilously close to cumming. Laurel somehow sensed that and immediately stopped moving, but still held me between her legs.

"Not bad. Michael barely lasted two strokes the first time we made love. Can you hold me up with only one arm?"

"I think so."

"Okay. Look down between us. Do you know what a woman's clitoris looks like?"

"Yes. Mrs. Jensen showed me hers and made me suck it and I rubbed Nancy's until she came."

"Good. Then you probably have the basics down. See how mine is sticking out a bit? That's actually its hood. My clit is under that and I'll tell you right now, a clit is a very sensitive thing and has to be treated gently most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"Yes. But sometimes they like it a little rough. I'll show you everything you need to know, but not tonight. Tonight mine wants it nice and gentle -- and slow. You need a light touch. Oh, and one more very important thing: clits hate being rubbed when they're dry. Never rub a woman's clit when there's no lubrication. Understand?"

"I think so."

"We'll see. Now, where do you think you can find some lubrication for my aching clitoris?"

"I could use saliva."

"You could, but there's something better at hand."

I was stumped for a moment, dolt that I was, until I got a whiff of her rising scent.

"I could use your juices."

She grinned up at me. "Good boy. Got it in two. I'll move back a little, like this," and she slid back on my cock, "and you get a good bit of my lubrication on the hand you're going to rub me with. Gently! Got enough? Good. Now I'll slide back down and bend back a little further. Don't let me fall or I'll kill you! Yes. That's it. See how my clitty is sticking up? Can you see her peeking out from under her hood?"

"Yes."

"I figured you would. You can tell when a woman is really aroused by how hard her clit is. Touch her gently. I'll bet mine's very hard."

"Yes, she is." It seemed a little strange referring to a clit as she, but I suppose it made sense.

"Now rub very gently and slowly all around her. There's a nice smooth area. Lighter and slower, Derek, lighter and slower. There. Oh lordy, you're a fast learner. Just like that. Mmmmm..."

She started to move back and forth on my cock again. Her hands dangled at her sides and her face had a look of extreme concentration. I don't know what Laurel was feeling but what she was doing to me felt bloody marvelous. When I got close again, she stopped. So did I.

"No, no, Derek. You keep going. Remember it takes me longer to get there than it does you. You want me to orgasm before you take your pleasure."

I continued to rub her as I fought to keep from cumming. The thought that I was holding this beautiful and accomplished woman so intimately was a very heady one -- and erotically electrifying, so it was very difficult to control myself.

As I masturbated Laurel, she kept her body and head bent back, and her eyes were shut tight. I began to figure out what felt best for her by the way she responded to my touch. Things were subtle but obvious: deeper breathing, little sighs, her body would quiver whenever I had things just right. I noticed immediately that if I moved my finger with the same pressure and in the same place for too long, she'd stop responding as strongly. So change was good -- if it was subtle.

"You're doing so well, Derek," Laurel sighed as she began to slide back and forth again. I could feel her lubrication dripping onto my legs as she'd get close. "So very well. Mmmm...that's so nice."

"Laurel?"

"Yes, dear?" she asked, lifting up her head and opening her eyes.

"Could I be inside you now?"

"No, dear, not now. Tonight we're doing this."

I was getting close again and the disappointment of not being able to properly make love to her, made me wilt a bit. Laurel dropped her head back as she stopped moving again, my fingers pressed tightly between our bodies as they continued to rub around her clitoris.