Lesson in LovebyLoveMeTender11©
Professor Kwon was the first person I saw when I entered the party room at the Italian restaurant where our class was holding its graduation celebration. We were distance ed students and our professors had come from about three hours away to celebrate with us. As grad students we were a lot more casual with our teachers than we would have been in college, so it didn't surprise me when he greeted me with a hug, though none of the other professors who were there did so. Professor Kwon had been one of my favorite teachers and I had asked him to be my advisor while I was writing my thesis. We communicated frequently so I didn't think a hug was anything unusual.
"Still, he is very handsome... nice muscles..." These thoughts ran through my head before I could stop them, but I quickly pushed them from my mind. "Yes, Tessa, and he is also your married professor," I told myself.
Everyone was standing and mingling around the long table that had been set up for the dinner. I talked to Professor Kwon for most of the time, but chatted with other classmates when they came up to me. We were all excited to be graduating in about a week, and talk turned to who had lined up jobs, who would be attending graduation, and how final papers were going. Conversation flowed easily between Dr. Kwon and me. I'm shy and find talking to people for long lengths of time to be uncomfortable, but with him I found it surprisingly easy. When we finally sat down at our long table I ended up with him on my left side. Dinner was ordered and served and I found myself growing increasingly confident, making jokes and laughing, and playing with my long dark hair, which is a habit of mine.
"Is it me or is there a flirtation going on here? Of course it's just me. Then why is he paying so much attention to me? Stop it, Tessa, you're being ridiculous."
I'm pretty clueless in the ways of love. I've had a few boyfriends, but mostly owing to my religious upbringing, coupled with the fact that I've been so busy the past few years with college and then grad school and work, and the fact that, as I said, I'm very shy, I haven't dated in.... too long to remember. Consequently, I was still a virgin. It didn't really bother me that much. I knew how to take care of things myself, and I guess if you don't know what you're missing it's not that big a deal. What bothered me was the fact that I was 25 and it made me feel abnormal to have never done it.
As the night wore on, I continued to find myself deeper in conversation with Dr. Kwon. He was in his thirties, tall and pretty fit, and Korean. I have always found Asian men attractive, though there was that rumor that they weren't very... well endowed. Not that I really cared, I mean it wasn't like I was going to be sleeping with him, right? So why should that matter?
Then I felt him put his hand on my thigh.
My stomach dropped to my knees. My whole body froze, except my heart, which started pounding so loudly I was sure the person sitting to my right could hear it.
It was suddenly decision time. I could reach under the table and push his hand away, do the right thing. I could walk out of this restaurant and go on with my life and never see or speak to him again. Or I could see where this leads. I could take a chance for once in my life.
I chose door number two. Because I didn't know how else to show my consent, I placed my hand on top of his and laced my fingers with his. He smiled and slowly moved his hand a little further up my leg. I let him. Nobody at the table was the wiser. Thank god for table cloths, right? I was wearing black pants, but even though there was cloth between his palm and my flesh, it felt so erotic. He stopped before he reached truly dangerous territory and removed his hand.
"So is that it? A little groping under the table and that's the extent of it?" I wondered. I didn't know what to think, this was completely new territory to me. I resigned myself to letting the whole thing be just a little excitement and forgetting about it. We finished our dinner and everyone continued to chat for a while, but the party was dying down. People started gathering coats and hugging, saying goodbye and good luck, and see you next week at graduation. I bade goodnight to some classmates and some other professors, but found myself wondering what to say to Dr. Kwon.
"Should I just go on like it didn't happen, say goodnight, or just ignore him altogether?" At this point I was feeling a little embarrassed.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked up into his eyes. He pulled me in for a hug and I heard him whisper in my ear, "Meet me by the restrooms in five minutes."
I walked slowly to the restroom, my thoughts racing. They were conveniently located in a place where nobody from the party would pass by as they left. Because I didn't want to look strange standing by the door, I went in to the ladies room. I splashed water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I wasn't bad looking, maybe a little plain, maybe a little plump, but I had lovely long dark hair, and blue eyes, and fair skin that contrasted nicely. And yet, looking at my reflection I wondered who I really was.
"What kind of person does this?," I thought. "He's my teacher, for crying out loud."
And with that, I decided I couldn't go through with any of this, whatever he has in mind, it can't be right. I gave myself a nod in the mirror and headed out the door... and collided with Dr. Kwon. He put his arms around me to keep us both from falling down in the floor and in that instant I didn't care if it was right, I lost all my resolve. I wanted whatever this was, consequences and ethics be damned.
"Whoa, sorry about that. You okay?," he asked.
No, I am not okay. I have no idea what's going on, the world's gone crazy.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
"I thought we could go to my car and talk, or maybe get a drink."
A drink sounded good. Whatever was happening, I was sure it would all make a lot more sense with a little liquor in my system.
"A drink sounds great."
As we walked to his car, he placed his hand on my lower back. I was so tense I was sure he could feel it.
We ended up at a martini bar downtown. It had cozy little tables where conversations wouldn't be overheard. I ordered a red wine and he did the same. I decided I couldn't handle not knowing where this was going.
"Dr. Kwon, I'm sorry, but I need to know what's going on here. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm completely confused."
He laughed and took my hand. "Please, call me Daniel. And yes, you have always been one to need to know everything and be in control of situations. I noticed that as soon as you became my student. But don't think that I know what I'm doing either. I haven't ever done anything like this. I don't know what it was, but I just felt myself drawn to you tonight."
"I felt the same, but I figured it was just a student's crush on a teacher."
"No, we have some kind of chemistry, that's for sure. But I don't want anything to happen that you aren't comfortable with. I would hate myself if I made you feel like you had to do something you weren't okay with doing."
"I am uncomfortable. I'll be honest; I haven't dated in a really long time. I mean, not that we're dating or anything, but I mean I haven't been with anybody in a long time... actually, I haven't been with anybody ever."
I could not believe I had just said that.
"You mean you haven't ever..."
"Well, I certainly didn't mean to tell you that, but now that I have... No, I've never."
I explained to him the circumstances, that I was raised to believe that sex before marriage was a sin and so with my first few boyfriends I never got past under-shirt groping. And then I gradually stopped dating and got really busy with school and work, and I live in a small town where guys are scarce, and plus it was just easier not to bother. I didn't have to worry about rejection or fitting someone else into my life, I could just be independent and free.
When I finished speaking, he said, "Thank you for sharing that with me. You really have no idea how much it turns me on to know you're a virgin. But like I said, I don't want you to do anything you don't want."
"I want to."
I couldn't believe I had said it, but hearing myself, I knew it was true.
He looked into my eyes for a long time, and then said, "Okay, let's go." He paid for our wine and put his hand around my waist as we left the bar.
We stopped at a store to pick up some condoms. I was happy that he cared enough to get to do this and it only made me surer about what was to come. He asked me where I wanted to go, and I said I didn't know. A hotel, obviously, but I couldn't clear my thoughts enough to even think of the name of one. We were lucky that he was already slated to spend the night in town; because he was so far away it would be too late to drive back. Somehow we ended up at the nicest inn in town, though I didn't remember the drive there. He helped me out of the car and we walked into the lobby.
As soon as we were safely in our room, we both busted out laughing.
"Did you see his face?!"
When we asked for a room, the concierge had a stern look that said, "Yes, I know what's going on, and I heartily disapprove." Still, he couldn't refuse us the room, not with Dr. Kwon's credit card staring him in the face.
We continued to giggle for a few minutes and when this subsided a silence fell over the room. This situation had suddenly become very real. I was so excited, but I was also very nervous.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I asked
"Of course not, take your time."
I entered the bathroom and was startled by how lovely it was. I had never actually stayed in a hotel this nice. The white tile sparkled and the faucets gleamed. "This is the perfect place to do this," I thought as I stripped down. The shower was huge and I turned it up as hot as I could stand it. The water pressure pounded my tense shoulders. In the shower I found everything I needed. The soap wasn't one of those little cakes, but a full-sized bar that smelled heavenly. I took my time washing and shaving my legs. I also realized that I needed to do a little landscaping between my legs if that area was going to be making its debut tonight, so I did that as well. I was surprised to feel that I had already gotten a little wet. I finished my shower and toweled off, and was pleased to find a big fluffy bathrobe hanging by the door. I put this on, took one last deep breath, and went back out into the room.
Daniel had lit a fire in the fireplace and was sitting in a chair by the window, staring out at the mountain view.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked
He started and turned around. "Yes, but it's not the most beautiful thing I've seen tonight." I blushed, knowing he was just flattering me but enjoying the complement all the same.
He rose out of the chair and walked toward me as I stood frozen with fear and anticipation. When he reached me he held his arms out and pulled me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and breathed in his scent. Soap, number 2 pencils, and something else I couldn't identify... not a cologne, just his own natural scent. It was heavenly.
I felt him kiss the top of my hair and breathe me in. "You smell like roses."
"It's my shampoo," I replied, not knowing what to say. This kind of romance was so new to me.
Yet I knew what was coming next, so I turned my face up to him and he brought his soft lips down on mine. At that point I lost all sense of myself and fell totally and completely into him.
When the kiss ended, he asked, "Was that okay?"
Was he kidding? Of course it was okay, it was more than okay, it was the best kiss I'd ever experienced.
"Yes," I whispered.
"And you're sure you want to go through with this. It's not too late to change your mind. We can do as little or as much as you want."
"Dr. Kwon, Daniel, I mean, I'm sorry if I don't know how this is supposed to go. You know I'm shy, and so it might seem like I'm unsure, but believe me when I say that I am absolutely sure about this. I want this. I want everything, as much as you will give me. I want you. I..." I trailed off, surprised at the intensity of my words.
He smiled and his only response was to lean in and kiss me again.
There was a sofa in the room and without breaking the kiss, he guided me over and lowered us onto it. He pulled my legs up on his lap and leaned over my body. His hands began around me but as the kiss intensified his left hand started to roam up and down the length of my side. My robe was slowly coming undone and my breasts were nearly exposed. I kept my hands on his sides at first but then I felt safe enough to move them around, to feel his body with my palms and fingertips. He moved his kisses to my neck and collar bone and then placed one hand inside my robe and cupped my breast. This caused us both to softly moan.
I became aware of a sensation on my thigh, a pressing I had not noticed before. It was his hard on, I realized with amazement. He's actually as excited about this as I am, I guess; but not as nervous, surely. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't think I could get a hand between our bodies. I contented myself with unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it from his shoulders. I ran my hands over his muscled arms, his broad shoulders and his back, marveling at the soft skin. All the while he was kissing me and caressing my breasts. I suddenly felt him softly pinch my nipple, and I nearly screamed. My breasts have never been all that sensitive, I didn't think. Other guys had felt me up, and yeah, it was nice, but I knew it was more fun for them than it was for me. But this was different. I began to tremble with pleasure, my self-consciousness flying right out the window.
"Want to move to the bed?" I whispered.
Rather than answering, he rose off me (my eyes went immediately to his crotch and confirmed my suspicions) and then lifted me into his arms.
He placed me on the bed, still in my disheveled robe, and straightened back up. His shirt was already off, thanks to me, so he moved his hands towards his belt.
"This is it," I thought, "I've never seen a cock in real life, and I'm about to." I'd seen penises in movies and in my Human Sexuality textbook as a psychology major, but never in person.
He looked as surprised as I felt at my boldness, but the idea obviously pleased him. I sat up on the edge of the bed and he walked over to me. My face was about at stomach level and I brought my hands slowly up his legs to his belt. I unbuckled it and then went for the button and zipper of his pants. Such was my anticipation that I pulled down his pants and boxers together.
"Yeah, whoever said that thing about Asian men being small has never met this guy," I thought. I'm not sure what my facial expression was, but it made him laugh.
"You look totally mesmerized."
I forced my eyes to move up to his face.
"I am. I've never seen one in person."
"Well, we're happy to be your first. I hope you find it satisfactory."
"Yes, it looks... great?" How does one complement a man's package, I wondered?
"Big, it looks very big, actually." I realized that if this thing was going to be going in me, it would probably hurt. But I couldn't muster up any real fear at this point, I was too excited.
"Do you mind if I... touch it?"
He laughed in response, and took my hand. He placed my hand on his cock and then released it, leaving me gripping it. I marveled at the texture of the skin. I don't know what I was expecting but it was both soft and hard and smooth. I took the liberty of stroking my hand up and down slowly and heard his intake of breath. Must have felt good, I hoped. I ran my thumb softly over the head and he moaned.
"You sure you've never handled one of these before? Seriously, you better stop if you want this to last very long. I'm a well practiced man, but I don't think I've ever been this turned on. It makes me feel like a teenage kid again."
He removed my hand from his cock and laced his fingers in mine. He brought his lips down on mine again and moved his body over me, guiding me back onto the pillows. As he lay on top of me, I felt that which I had just caressed settle between my legs. It made me tense up again, wondering if this was the moment, and he felt me go rigid.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just still a little nervous I guess."
"Your nervousness is normal. I promise I will make this as enjoyable for you as possible. Can I undo your robe?"
I was suddenly filled with fear. Nobody had ever seen me completely naked before... perhaps the surgeon who removed my appendix, but then I was unconscious for that. I had never even been to the gynecologist. Still, I knew this was coming, didn't I? I resigned myself to giving myself over completely and nodded.
He ran his hands up my legs to my waist and pulled the tie until it came undone. Then he slowly pushed the robe open. It was warm in the room because of the fire, but in that moment I felt chilled and exposed. He smiled as he took in my body.
"Beautiful," he said again.
He moved over me and lifted me up so that he could take my arms out of the sleeves and toss the robe aside, and then settled beside me. Now there was nothing between us, nothing hiding us from each other. I stared into his eyes, feeling every emotion at once.
He kissed my lips and then asked, "What do you want to do?"
I was sure I didn't know, and told him as much.
"I don't think you're ready for intercourse yet. I mean, I think you will be tonight, but what I mean is that it's likely to be somewhat painful and the best way to ease your discomfort is for you to be as lubricated as possible. I could help you with that."
"Whatever you think is best. Like I told you, I want everything you want to give me tonight."
He leaned in and kissed me again but began moving his hand down the side of my body until it settled on my hip. Then he began moving it forward. I knew where he was headed and it made me tense up again. My knees were bent and were still closed at this point.
"Spread your legs for me."
The order was tender and I was surprised at how much hearing him say these words turned me on. I obeyed.
I felt his fingers touch me gently. They were slightly cool against my warm flesh. He stroked the outside lips, up and down slowly, occasionally pulling gently on my pubic hair. Then he spread the labia with his fingers and probed between them. At this point, I couldn't kiss him anymore so I broke the kiss and just held on for dear life. I whispered my moans, afraid to let go completely yet. He continued to stroke me for a few minutes.
Surely I was wet enough by now, right? Not quite yet, it seemed.
Unexpectedly, he removed his hand. He rose up off the pillow and crawled down towards the end of the bed.
"Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?" I wondered.
Up on his knees now, he positioned my legs so that my knees were bent and my thighs were far enough apart for his head to get in between. I was not sure I was ready for this.
"It's so intimate, so personal. His hand I could take, but his mouth?" But before I could think about it, his lips were on me and I stopped thinking completely.
"Oh my god, I've never felt anything like this," I thought. I've heard that some men have trouble finding the clit, but he obviously was well aware of where mine was. He used his tongue to lap up and down between my lips, to tickle my clit, used his lips to suck.
When he stopped for a moment, he said, "It's okay to moan, I know it feels good." He was right. I began to moan, to let him know that what he was doing was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. When he slipped a finger inside me, I lost control completely and had my first orgasm with another person.