An Immodest Proposal

He held the door open wide for her and they both stepped back when they saw a young man standing outside the door, reading the cartoons, much as Vanessa had done the previous week.

"Vanessa," said Professor Wells, "Do you know Keith? He's in your class."

"Not really. I've seen him around, though," she said.

"I think the two of you might get along pretty well. At least, from what I know of both of you. How are you, Keith?"

"Good. Could I talk to you about yesterday's lecture?"

"Sure. Come on in. Vanessa was just on her way out."

The professor invited his other student in as Vanessa stepped past him to get back to the main hallway. He let out a sigh as he watched her disappearing out of his line of sight. He wished all of his students were as receptive as this one was.

Chapter 8

Vanessa arrived early to class the following week. Chandra teasingly said, "Wow! You made it on time for a change" on seeing that her friend arrived before she herself had.

"Yeah, well after last week's class, I kind of figured that I needed to make some changes here and there. Let my hair hang down and my tits hang out... Or something like that."

Chandra giggled. She looked at her friend's chest and said, "You wearing a bra?"

"Decided not to." Vanessa leaned over Chandra's desk and whispered, "No panties either!"

Chandra gaped at Vanessa but couldn't say anything because Professor Wells walked in.

"Good morning, everyone! Before we get into today's lecture, I wanted to remind you all that my office hours are on your syllabus and that I'll be happy to talk with any of you about anything -- it doesn't have to be about this class -- if you stop by. A little bit less than half of you have come by thus far. I'd like to think that it's not a waste of time for you to come by. If your schedule doesn't mesh with my office hours and you want to stop by, just see me after class and we'll see if we can work something out."

There was a low murmur among the class that came to an abrupt end when the powerpoint display appeared on the screen. "Metaphorically Speaking" appeared on the screen.

"In my first lecture, I talked about how every word in any given language is a metaphor for what they originally meant. It's just a matter of figuring out where the metaphor comes from and how some words relate to one another. I'd like to use one combination of sounds. Since vowels generally change their sounds faster than consonants, we need to learn to ignore the vowel sounds and focus on what's really important."

He clicked on his remote and the letters M and N appeared on the screen, with a dash between them.

"I love this consonant combination in English. The overwhelming majority of words with these two consonants, sometimes separated by a vowel, comes from one of three sources."

He clicked on his remote and the phrase "The Greek word for 'one'" appeared under the two consonants.

"Can anyone give me some examples?"

After a short pause, Keith yelled out "Monocle."

"Good! Any others?"

A girl in the back of the room yelled out, "Monogram!"

Chandra said, "Mononucleosis."

"Nice. There's a lot of words in chemistry and medicine that fit this category. You know my favorite? Monobrow."

Everyone laughed.

The professor clicked on his remote again. The phrase "The Latin word for 'hand'" appeared under the first source.

"Examples?"

Vanessa, who had started to lose her focus on the lecture, sat up when the teacher cleared his throat. "Um, manicure?"

"Good! Any others?"

A guy on the opposite end of the room said, "Manifold."

"Good! More?"

Another girl called out "Manipulate!"

"Excellent! Now how about this last one?" He clicked the remote one more time and the phrase 'The old English word for 'thinking' appeared at the bottom of the slide.

No one said anything. Everyone looked around the room at each other, each person hoping to see someone else who could answer this question.

"You're kidding, right? Easily the most common use of these two sounds in the language. And no one knows any words?"

Keith reluctantly said, "Um, mind?"

"Good! Any others?"

A girl asked, "Mental?"

"Great! How about more abstract?"

After a short time when everyone was silent, he started to spout off a few more words. "Man. Human. Woman. Monk. Moon. Month. Menstruate."

Vanessa half-heard the word 'Menstruate' but decided she'd heard enough and was ready to start daydreaming about other things. She gazed over at Keith, who seemed a bit unfocussed himself. He saw her and smiled. Vanessa closed her eyes and imagined herself flashing Keith, teasing him about how he could look but not touch, whispering in his ear little crudities about her tits and her cunt.

She subconsciously crossed and uncrossed her legs. Was Professor Wells talking about something to do with Latin? Something to do with the cunt, but it didn't quite register. She decided she could ask about it when she visited his office the following day. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander.

Before she knew it, the class was over. Chandra shook Vanessa. "Time to go!"

"What? Oh, yeah." She hastily gathered her books and loaded them into her backpack.

As she was moving towards the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and smiled as she saw Keith standing behind her.

Chandra said, "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah. I'll ... catch up with you in later, okay?"

Chandra hesitantly walked out of the classroom.

"How are you, Keith?"

"Good. I, um.. I just ... Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

Vanessa blushed and looked down. She adjusted her blouse before looking up at him and said, "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Dinner and drinks? Maybe a movie afterwards?"

There was a simplicity in his eyes that disarmed Vanessa. Before she had a chance to think about her response, she heard her voice say, "Sure..."

"I'll meet you ... outside the library, then?"

"What time?"

"Six-ish?"

"See you there." She giggled slightly as she turned on her heels and walked out the door.

Keith turned to face Professor Wells, who nodded approvingly. "One moment, if you would, Keith."

"Sure, professor, what's up?"

"I've been thinking about a mixture of erotic daydreams and mint chocolate chip ice cream."

Keith gazed blankly beyond the teacher.

"When you and Vanessa are ready to have sex tomorrow night, I want you to withhold your cock from her until after she has had at least one orgasm. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Very good. I'm going to clap my hands and you'll wake up."

He clapped his hands. Keith rubbed his eyes as he waited for the professor to speak.

Professor Wells smiled at Keith and said, "Would you please come to my office tomorrow? I have something you might find interesting and I forgot to bring it with me to class."

Chapter 9

The following day, Vanessa arrived at her teacher's office a little early. The administrative assistant who sat near his office said, "He's not in yet. Would you like to just wait here?"

"Sure."

"He should be here soon. He's coming from a class now."

"Thanks." Vanessa paused for a while before asking the administrator, "Say. What do you think about him?"

Emily looked up from her computer, stroked her chin, and contemplated her response. "He's got a very loyal following among his past and present students. It's quite impressive, actually."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I just suspect that some of his students would take a bullet for him or something."

Vanessa scowled. She didn't know that she would take a bullet for him but at the same time, she started thinking that she'd like to be one of those loyal followers. "Any idea why?"

"Well... I'm sure you've noticed that he's funny, charming, and brilliant."

"And good looking!" Professor Wells strode around the corner and finished the assessment. "I'm sorry, Emily. I just assumed you were talking about me."

Emily giggled softly and added, "Not to mention humble."

All three of them laughed.

"You come here to see me again, Vanessa?"

"Yes, professor."

"Well, you might want to be careful if you don't want people to think you're coming here for a reason other than for help with your studies. Come on in!" He unlocked his door and held it wide open for her.

She strode into his office casually and sat down in the chair beside his desk.

"So, what brings you into the office today?"

"I kind of ... got distracted in your class yesterday. What was the gist of the lecture?"

He laughed. "Well, I think someone said 'manipulate' when we were talking about the Latin. That was a great example because it uses the word for hand. So somewhere historically, the word 'manipulate' actually meant to move something around by hand. We could then drop off the 'man' part and substitute other body parts for some very interesting meanings. The word 'pedipulate' is a real word and it means, loosely, to kick around. Can you think of any other body parts that can be used to influence or move things?"

Vanessa scratched her chin for a moment and smiled broadly. "What's the Latin word for 'cunt'?"

"I like the way your mind works. It's cunnus, but it's not clear if they come from the same origin. So if you want to use your cunt to get what you want, the word would be..." His voice grew higher as he said the word 'be', encouraging her to finish his sentence.

"Cunnipulate ... I, um... I guess."

"Very good, Vanessa. And the flip side of that, if a guy used his cock to get what he wants..."

"What's the Latin word for 'cock'?"

"Phallus."

"Phallipulate?"

"Sounds about right. As far as I know, those words don't exist yet in English. So for our class, we invented it. Cool huh?"

"Yeah."

"It's like a mixture of erotic daydreams and mint chocolate chip ice cream."

Vanessa immediately stopped smiling as she sank back into a deep trance before her professor.

"I saw that Keith asked you out yesterday. Did you say yes?"

"Yes."

"Very good. As one of my trance subjects, he's progressing almost as nicely as you are. What are you two going to do tonight?"

"Dinner. Maybe a movie afterwards."

"Will you two fuck?"

"I don't fuck on the first date."

"Why not?"

"I just ... I want to get to know a guy first."

"You don't need to do that. Fucking him will help you get to know him. You'll get to know his cock and he'll get to know your cunt. It's what he's going to want, even if he doesn't say anything. But it's also what you want."

"It's what I want."

"In fact, when you meet him tonight, you'll decide you don't want to go out anywhere. It'll just be a question of your place or his."

"My place or his."

"When you see him, if he says he wants to go to a restaurant, just say it's not necessary."

"Dinner isn't necessary."

"Then you two can go back and fuck with unbridled abandon. It'll be one of your best first dates ever."

"Best first date ever."

"Of course, you won't wear a bra or panties to your date tonight. Just like you don't wear them to my class. Does that make sense?"

"Of course."

"Now tell me something, my dear. How difficult is it for you to achieve an orgasm?"

"Some times it's more difficult than others."

"Well, let's make it a lot easier for you, shall we? First off, you'll be turned on when you see him naked."

"I'll be turned on when I see him naked."

"When he has a hard-on in front of you, it'll set you off even more."

"His hard on will set me off even more."

"Once you're horny, the slightest touch can bring you close to orgasm."

"The slightest touch can bring me close to orgasm."

"You will have many orgasms in rapid succession, each more powerful than the previous."

"I will have many orgasms, each more powerful than the previous."

"Very good. Have a good time with Keith tonight."

"Thank you."

"When I clap my hands, you will wake up and not remember anything I told you while you were in this trance."

He clapped his hands and he woke up.

"So that's what I want you to think about. Think about words as metaphors and see if maybe you can come up with new words to express ... something new." Professor Wells stood up in front of his student.

"All right, Professor. I'll ... um ... see what I can do."

Vanessa stood up and started out of his office. As she walked away from his office, she couldn't help but smile when she saw that there was a line -- filled with students from her class -- waiting to see the professor.

Chapter 10

Vanessa arrived fashionably late to the library that night. As she walked down the path that led to the main entrance, she saw Keith, dressed quite sharply, emerging through the sliding glass doors. As she got closer to him, she couldn't help but admire his disarming smile.

She looked down and heaved a contented sigh. She couldn't quite explain why, but she felt slightly nervous. Maybe it was because she barely knew Keith. Maybe it was because it'd just been far too long since the last time she'd gotten laid. But her nervousness made her a little bit aroused. Whatever the reason, she took a few more steps forward, raised her head, and walked confidently towards her date.

"You look gorgeous," he said, admiring her blouse and skirt.

She wondered if he could tell yet that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties when she responded, "You don't look so bad yourself, Keith."

"Thank you." He cleared his throat before continuing. "So... There's a cool restaurant a few blocks off campus if you'd ..."

"Actually, I was thinking. Why don't we just..." She ran her fingers up his chest. "Go back to your place and ... have dessert?" Vanessa let out a slight giggle as she heard herself being much more aggressive than normal. She rationalized it by thinking that, yes, it was time she let her hair down a little more.

"All right," he said.

She took hold of his elbow and they walked together out of the main entrance of the campus and over to a set of townhouses nearby. They reached his apartment and he reached into his pocket to find his keys. He fumbled with them for a few seconds before inserting the key in the doorknob and holding the door open for his date.

She slowly stepped through the door.

He pointed up the stairs. "My apartment's upstairs and to the right. Unit number 5."

She started up the stairs, making a point of swaying her hips as she took each step. A few steps up, she turned to look to see where he was. She felt a sudden jolt of energy and passion when she realized he was staring at her. Her gasp was not entirely inaudible. She hoped he hadn't heard that, so she hastily smoothed out her skirt with her hands and continued up the stairs.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped outside of his apartment door in the narrow corridor. He soon stood next to her as he unlocked the door to his home. As he put his keys in the lock, the side of his arm brushed her chest, and she felt the friction between the soft fabric of her blouse and her nipples. She shut her eyes for a moment before concluding that her hasty decision to come here (foregoing dinner) was definitely a good thing.

Once inside his apartment, he took off his shoes and left them by the door. "Would you mind leaving your shoes there?"

She kicked off her shoes and placed them next to his.

The two of them entered the living room and he turned to face her. "Can I, um, get you a drink or something?"

She lowered her eyes to his pants and saw a faint bulge in his crotch. She felt a slight tingle and couldn't speak for a moment, so she just shook her head and redirected her gaze to his eyes. She could feel how tense her nipples were becoming and was somewhat disappointed that he was looking back into her eyes, rather than at her tits. She wanted him to know exactly how she was feeling but didn't want to come out and say it.

The two of them stood in silence for a moment. She stepped closer to him and kissed him full on the lips. She was pleased to feel him responding vigorously, their tongues colliding with each other in a mildly sensual power play. She decided to relent, at least with her mouth. She lifted her hands to his chest and started to unbutton his shirt.

When he finally broke the kiss, she had completely unbuttoned his shirt.

He smiled at her and stared at her breasts. She took his hands and guided them to her blouse, inviting him wordlessly to unbutton her top and to play with the hard, dark red nipples. When he pinched her, she let out a low moan. It felt so good, so tender, so raw...

She whispered, "Don't stop..."

She bit her lower lip and whimpered as he tightened his grip on both of her nipples. When the sensation finally overwhelmed her, she let out a long, high-pitched squeak and he let go. She shook her head and regained enough presence of thought to say, "Let's go into your bedroom" as she clumsily tried to unfasten his belt.

"Okay," he said as he took over and loosened his belt and allowed his pants to fall quickly to the floor. He stepped out of them, revealing a colorful pair of silk boxers.

She followed him into his bedroom. In the doorway, she undid the clasp on her skirt, which fell gracefully around her ankles. Now completely naked, she stepped out of the last bit of her clothes and said, "Do you like what you see?"

He nodded his head enthusiastically.

She began to rub the soft fabric of his underwear and quickly pulled his boxers down, revealing, at last, how aroused he really was.

If she had thought she couldn't get any hornier, seeing that massive hard-on just proved her wrong. For a moment, she felt so dizzy, her knees nearly buckled. She whispered, "Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. I want to feel you inside my cunt."

He grabbed her hips and steadied her. "Not yet. I want you to cum for me."

She tried to protest but found that her words were lost in ecstasy as she felt his tongue expertly maneuver over and around each fold of skin in her crotch. Soon, he found her clit and began to lick, nibble, and chew enthusiastically at it.

As he was eating her out, he raised his hands to her tits and began to squeeze and pinch both of her breasts. The affect was relentless and overwhelming. She began to sway on her feet and nearly collapsed. He saw that she was about to fall and steadied her by grabbing her hips.

He stopped licking her pussy long enough to guide her to the bed, where she lay down and spread her legs wide.

She looked at him through eyes that were welling up with tears of both gratitude and lust, whispering, "Please! I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me."

"Not until you cum!" he insisted, before resuming his assault on her tits and her pussy.

She began to moan once again in pleasure, her arms thrashing wildly on all sides.

"That's it. I want you to let yourself go. Give in to the pleasure."

She opened her mouth wide and began to cry, "Yes! Yes, oh god! Yes! Mmmmmmmm!!!!!!"

He slowed down for a moment as he felt some of her juices start to ooze slowly out of her cunt. He quickly licked her clean, sat up, and smiled at her. "Now I'll fuck you."

He jumped on top of her and slid his cock straight into her. It was a strange sensation, by comparison, as her orgasm hadn't fully subsided and he could feel her muscles contracting around him even as he pushed his way into her. This, in turn, turned her on even more.

Vanessa kept having more and more intense orgasms, each of which gave Keith a mini-orgasm of his own until he could no longer hold himself back. When he finally came, it felt like an explosion to both of them. His body convulsed at the release and he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and used her cunt to milk all of the fluid out of him. They both fell asleep without him ever pulling out.