The Distraction

After a quiet moment, she asked, "It's impossible, right?"

"What is?"

"Touching your elbows behind your back."

"Of course, you can't..."

Before he could stop her, she tried to touch her elbows behind her back causing her breasts to push up against her dress. Edward was still seated and Stacey was standing next to him so that when he turned to look at what she was doing, his eyes landed squarely on her chest. The buttons on her dress strained at the pressure until finally, one of them popped out. Two other buttons opened up as well causing the top of her dress to spread open.

"Oh no," she said.

She looked down at her opened dress and didn't try to cover herself up. Edward looked back down at his dissertation, but there was no escape from what just happened. In front of him on the table, there sat a button from her dress. He picked it up and handed it to her.

"Do you have a safety pin?" she asked.

Edward quickly got up and looked around for something to fasten the button back onto her dress. He went into his kitchen, then he raced to the bathroom remembering a safety pin in his first aid kit. During his search, he couldn't stop thinking about Stacey standing in his apartment with the top of her dress wide open. Dear God, he thought, she wasn't wearing a bra.

It took him a moment, but he finally found a safety pin and brought it over to her.

"Can you do it for me?" she asked.

"What?"

"I can't do it," she said. "Unless I take off my dress..."

"No, I'll do it," he quickly replied.

Edward reached out for her dress and tried to pin her button back into place but his hands were trembling. It was awkward because he didn't want to accidentally stick her with the pin, and she was doing a poor job at keeping herself covered up. Her dress kept opening up giving Edward fresh glimpses of her young, full breasts. He fumbled a few times more and then, the safety pin fell from his hand.

"Stacey, I can't."

Without thinking, she grabbed both his hands and pressed them against her breasts. He made a veiled attempt at pulling his hands away from her, but she redoubled her efforts and pressed them squarely against her barely covered chest.

Edward couldn't believe what was happening. It was too much for him. He pulled away from her and took a step back leaving Stacey standing there with the top of her dress halfway open. She smiled at him but as she watched his reaction, her smile faded.

"Stacey, I can't do this," he said. He had failed at his promise to himself that nothing would happen. He felt awful for inviting her over and letting things get this out of control. Again he wrestled with his thoughts, and then when he couldn't take it anymore, he said, "I think you should leave."

"What?"

"This isn't right."

"You really want me to go?"

No, he thought but stayed quiet.

"Why did you invite me over?"

"I thought you needed a place to study."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

She covered herself up and packed up her things.

"You don't like me? Not at all?" she asked. Her eyes were welling up with tears, and her pout wasn't playful this time. It was genuine.

"I'm ten years older than you."

"So?"

"I'm your teacher."

"You're not my teacher. You're just my tutor."

"It's still inappropriate."

"You're not attracted to me? You think I'm ugly, don't you?"

"I didn't say that."

"Is it because I'm not smart enough for you?"

"Don't say that. Don't ever say that again."

"Then what?"

"I just don't want any distractions right now," he said. "Besides it doesn't feel right. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"You're not."

"If people found out, my career would be over."

"Nobody's going to find out. Stop overthinking things!" Stacey yelled out. "That's probably why you're all blocked up. Of course, you feel stuck. You're so busy with the thoughts in your head that you're missing out on life."

What she said struck a chord within him.

"Look at me," she told him. "I'm standing here in front of you just giving myself to you. And all your doing is thinking? Really?"

But still, he was frozen by his thoughts and couldn't respond.

"I've never thrown myself at a guy before. All my life, guys have chased after me. But you were different. You were the first man, I've ever chased after," she said as she turned away from him. The sting of rejection was sharp like a slap across her cheek. It was a feeling she was completely unfamiliar with. "I had no idea that it would feel this bad."

Though he couldn't see the tears flowing down her face, he knew she was crying. He felt it in the room, and it made him feel awful. The thought of her had been a pleasant escape from all of his problems, but now all his decisions had led both of them to this horrible moment. He felt so bad, he had to do something.

For the first time in a long time, instead of thinking about things, he acted. He grabbed her and spun her around. His arms wrapped around her body, and he held her tightly against him.

"Stacey, I'm ten years older than you."

"You think too much."

"We're so different. It would never work."

"You think too much!"

"Stop saying that!"

It was a criticism that he had heard from others. A professor had scolded him for thinking too much about his work and never putting anything down on paper, and when it came to women, he had missed out on other opportunities like this one because he thought too much and never took action. He was sick of hearing it because it was true. He never wanted to hear it again, and there was only one way he knew how to stop her from saying it.

"You think too..." she started to say. Then he kissed her before she could finish what she was saying.

Once they started, there was no holding back. Whatever restraints that held them apart were gone, and they both succumbed to their desires. They clung to each other. Hungry for each other's affection.

After a moment, they broke apart to catch their breaths and stood in the middle of his apartment with their arms wrapped around each other like they were slow dancing.

Stacey looked up at Edward, and he looked down at her. Tears were still fresh on her face, and he hated seeing her like that. All he wanted to do was to make her feel better. He wanted her to smile again. To be happy. This feeling turned into an urge, then into a desire, and then finally into a need. He needed to do everything that he could to make her happy.

It was then that Edward came to a sudden realization. He finally understood what that unique bond that he was feeling toward Stacey was. It was love.

"I'm sorry for making you cry," he said as he gently wiped her tears from her face.

"Kiss them," she said. "Kiss them away."

He did as he was told and kissed her tears away. With each kiss, Stacey felt lifted from that awful feeling of rejection. In its stead, a wave of happiness surged over her.

After kissing all her tears away, Edward moved down her face to her neck where he ravaged her with more kisses. The breath rushed out of Stacey like she had jumped into ice-cold water. She felt faint from all this sudden affection.

Edward was doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it made Stacey want to reciprocate. She too wanted to do everything that she could do to please him, and like him, she felt this urge turn into desire and then into a need. She needed to please him.

Stacey slid down his body until she was on her knees in front of him.

"Sorry," she said looking up at him.

"Sorry for what? What are you doing?"

"Sorry for teasing you so much," she said and started to unbuckle his belt.

"Stacey," he said as he tried to hold her back. "What are you doing?"

"It's okay," she said in a reassuring tone. "It's okay."

Edward let go of her, and she pulled his pants down. Standing there exposed like that, he felt vulnerable and embarrassed. He tried to cover himself up but Stacey moved his hands to the side. There was something innocent about Edward, she realized. It was a quality she had never seen in him before this moment.

When she pulled his boxers down, his member sprang out and almost hit her. He was fully erect, and she felt partly to blame. But it would be okay because she knew exactly what to do to make him feel better.

She grabbed him at the base holding him steady as she reached out with her mouth. At first, she moved slowly and tentatively. She tasted him. She kissed him. Then twirled her tongue around the head of his penis causing his body to twitch uncontrollably.

Before she continued, she took a moment to make eye contact with him. When their eyes met, she told him with a look that she was feeling the same way he was. She wanted to make him feel good like he had made her feel. The look made Edward lower his defenses even further and just as he relaxed, Stacey kissed his shaft like he had kissed her neck. She ravaged him.

For Edward, the sensation was too intense causing him to pull away from her, but Stacey was relentless about pleasing him. She stopped him by placing her hands on the cheeks of his exposed rear and pulling him back into her mouth. The more he flinched or tried to pull away, the tighter she gripped his rear and the deeper she swallowed him into her mouth.

She wouldn't let him go because it turned her on having this much control over him. Someone who had initially intimidated her. Someone who had been so elusive and challenging. She sucked on him with all of her passion.

Edward was an intelligent man. He lived his life guided by logic and reason. But the way she was giving him head made him start to buck back and forth like a wild animal. The sensation of her mouth. The feeling of her tongue. The way she was so determined to please him overwhelmed his senses. It didn't take him long before he was about to cum.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned out.

She stopped sucking on him and pumped him with her hand. Aiming his cock at her breasts, she said with urgency, "Cum on my tits."

What she said surprised him, but it didn't slow him down. He looked at those beautiful, full, perky breasts and stared at them for the first time. They were the target of his desire. He couldn't hold himself back any longer and finally, let himself go.

Stacey squealed out in delight as stream after stream of cum shot out of him landing on her chest.

"Look at what you did to me," she said with an exaggerated pout. Then she smeared his cum over her breasts. She stopped at her nipples and played with them while giving him a sultry look. "You got me all dirty, Professor."

"Sorry," he said as he rushed over to his bathroom and got a wet towel. He came back to her and gently cleaned her up. She enjoyed the way he was being so attentive to her and arched her back pushing her breasts out toward him. There was no need for Edward to hold himself back any longer, and he fondled her breasts as he cleaned her. They felt so soft and full. As good as he imagined. They felt so good that his desire for her quickly returned.

"Can we go lie down?" she asked.

"Sure," he said.

He took her hand and lead her to his bedroom. They both took off the rest of their clothes and then lay in bed together. Edward was on his back and Stacey was curled up against him. Her legs were wrapped around his.

While Edward was calm and in a blissful state, Stacey was a bundle of energy. She squirmed against him and was in need of a little attention.

"Professor?" she asked.

"Yes, Stacey?"

"Can you play with me?"

Stacey leaned up against his side, half on him and half on the bed. He adjusted his position as well so that he could reach between her legs. Once his fingers were close enough, he touched her tenderly. Closing his eyes to better concentrate, he focused on her. He felt her warm body. Her wet lips. He listened to her short and shallow breaths and the low moans that emanated from her.

As he explored her further, he experimented with different motions in different areas. He changed the speed and rhythm of his fingers all the while paying close attention to her reactions. As he moved closer and closer to her clit, she inhaled deeply and gripped him tightly. Then she let out a soft sigh.

"Can you talk to me while you play with me?" Stacey asked.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything," she said and paused a moment to think. "What did you think about me, the first time you saw me?"

"I thought you were really sweet," he said as he continued to play with her.

"Just sweet?" she asked.

"Innocent too and pretty."

"Were you attracted to me?"

"Yes."

"From the first time you saw me?"

"From the first time I saw you."

Then he thought about her more. He had to admit that he was taken back by what she had just done to him. How she had taken control of him. What she had said just as he was about to cum. Then the image of Stacey playing with her nipples and the sultry look she gave him made him question the way he had been thinking about her.

All this time, he thought she was innocent, but he was beginning to realize that he had underestimated her. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he thought she was. Maybe she had been acting. Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He couldn't hold his thoughts back and had to find out.

"Hey, Stacey?"

"Yeaaaah?" she asked and half-moaned out her response because right as she had started talking, he touched her in such a way that caused her to react halfway through what she was saying.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she said breathing out her words. "Anythiiiing."

"Were you pretending to be innocent?"

"What? What do you meaaaaan?"

"The first time I met you, I thought you were really innocent but now, I think that you might have been pretending," he said.

"I don't know what you're taaaaalking about," she half-moaned out again.

"All those times, you accidentally pushed up against me. I thought you didn't know what you were doing," he said. His voice was a low rumble and Stacey pressed her ear against his chest and felt his voice throughout her entire body. "But you knew exactly what you were doing, right?"

"I don't know what you're taaalking aboooooout."

"Like that whole story about the guys asking you to touch your elbows together?" he asked. "Admit it, that was an act. You knew exactly what you were doing to me."

"I honestly don't know whaaaat you're talking abouuuuut."

"You were acting innocent," he said. "You were acting innocent just to tease me."

"Maybe. Maybe not," she said with a sly smile. Her hair was a mess. It was all over the place. Her cheeks were blushed bright red. Her breathing was deep and full. "But you'll never knoooooow."

He moved his fingers across her faster and faster causing her to squeal out. Then when he pushed a finger inside her, she let out a soft, satisfying grunt.

"Admit it, you were playing with me."

He wiggled his finger inside her causing pressure to build up inside her so much so that she could hardly talk anymore. All she could manage were little grunts and soft moans.

"You pretended to be sweet and innocent so you could take advantage of me."

Again, she couldn't answer.

"I wasn't taking advantage of you because you were taking advantage of me."

She could only respond in more moans that were growing in volume and intensity.

"Admit it," he said in a low drawn-out voice. Stacey felt his voice inside her and just like the time she had played with herself while listening to one of his voicemails, his voice intensified her feelings.

"Admit what?" she finally breathed out.

"That you were teasing me this whole time. You were trying to seduce me. Admit it."

Then he decided to pay her back for teasing him by fingering her with more intensity. The pressure built up inside her until she could take it no longer. Her moans grew louder. She held nothing back and cried out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her body tensed and goosebumps covered her. She grabbed hold of Edward and squeezed herself against him.

"Don't touch me," she cried out as her body twitched, but he couldn't help himself. All of a sudden, he felt this mischievous side in him appear from out of nowhere. It was his time to tease her, and he ran his fingers up and down the side of her body and when he reached her breast, he rubbed them and then pinched her nipples causing her whole body to shake. She screamed out and tried to squirm away from him, but he pulled her back in with a deep kiss.

"Professor!" she said playfully slapping his arm.

After she caught her breath, she slid down his body and hovered above him with her breasts hanging right above his crotch. She lowered them so that they barely glanced against him, and then she shook her breasts from side to side.

The sight of her breasts swinging back and forth lightly grazing him made her giggle. Edward was feeling playful as well. He tickled her causing her giggles to turn into laughter. She tickled him back, and they both squirmed around each other laughing all the while.

Then she gave him a hug. His penis was sandwiched between her breasts. It was cocooned in softness. As she moved her body up and down, he started to grow hard again. He felt so content that he couldn't stop smiling.

"Oh, by the way, you're totally right," she said.

"Right about what?"

"I was pretending to be more innocent than I was."

"I knew it!"

"And yeah, I totally took advantage of you. I totally seduced you."

She got up onto her knees and straddled him.

"And I don't regret a single thing."

"You don't?"

"No, because it got us here."

"Yeah? And where are we?"

"We're just getting started," she said as she guided him inside her.

"Wait," he said.

"What?"

"I don't have a condom."

"That's okay. I'm on the pill," she said tilting her head to the side and giving him that adorable smile of hers. "You can cum inside me."

When she sat down on top of him, she let out a grunt. Her body pressed down against his causing him to go as deep inside her as he could go. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. Both of them were shocked by how good it felt.

Then like she did before, Stacey took control. She made little circles with her hips grinding herself against him. After a moment, she rocked herself back and forth flicking her hip forward and then backward like a pendulum. Then while keeping him inside her, she shifted her position so she was squatting over him with her feet planted on either side of his body. She raised herself up on his shaft and then sat back down. She did this over and over again. Slowly at first but then as she found her rhythm, she bounced on top of him at an ever-increasing rate.

Stacey felt this rush of sensations race through her. It felt so good to have him inside her that it didn't take her long to feel that pressure build up again. That feeling filled her until she could contain it no longer, and she started coming again.

"I'm coming," she cried out. "I'm coming!"

Her body pounded down against his several more times until she slowed to a sudden stop as her body shuddered. Stacey collapsed on top of him with her head against his shoulder. She lifted her face so her mouth was against his ear.

"Professor?" she whispered.

"Yeah, Stacey?"

"I'm tired," she said and paused. "Can you fuck me, please?"

Her voice. The way it sounded. The combination of her sweetness mixed with her sexiness took him over the edge. He picked her up from off of him and threw her down onto her back. Stacey let out a surprised squeal as he got on top of her. He guided himself in her and pushed himself as deep inside her as he could causing her to let out a satisfying groan. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and tightly held on.

Edward's mind raced with all the flirtatious moments, all the teasing that he had endured. From the first time when her fingers accidentally grazed his hand. To the time she fell into his arms and pressed her chest against his. He thought about the feeling of her breast against his arm. Her leg bumping up against his. He thought about all the times he wanted her. He thought about all of the pent-up desire he had harbored for her. With each stroke in and out of Stacey, Edward felt all that accumulated frustration leave him replaced with a building sense of satisfaction.