Could It Possibly Get Any More Disturbing?
“Now it is your turn, Margaret, now that we have got that more urgent business out of the way. I could never have focused well enough until now, to do anything about it.”
“My turn? In what way? How do you mean?”
“I am sure you noticed at the time, but I caused you an injury too, when I grabbed at you earlier and got caught up in your panties. My hands were not the cleanest after handling pipes and things, and I know that I scratched you after you dropped that wrench on me. I would not like you to become infected.”
No, she might just become pregnant instead, after having his cock into her, and what had happened after that when he had come; also within her.
She mused about that.
'Pregnancy'; a sexually inflicted condition, or infection. The three most entrancing things about sex? A drink before, and a smoke, after. Except she didn’t smoke. Where were these thoughts coming from? Tales told in the officer's mess of course, when they had forgotten she had been in there with her father, as a child.
'And what will you do when you get home, son?'
'Well, sir, the second thing, is that I will take my boots off.'
She tore her mind back to what Steve was saying.
“If you sit back, put a foot on the edge of each sink, I will see to you. You should imagine that your feet are in the stirrups in the Gynecologist’s office as she examines you. Or imagine that I am about to go into you again as I am still tempted to do.”
He could, if he wanted to. The invitation would always be there now. He knew that.
She had never been examined that way, ever, not even by a gynecologist. Steve could examine her that way if he wanted to, and any time. She would return the favor, later.
But she had never been fucked before either. If he wanted to continue that with her, he could.
He picked her panties out of the sink, and ran the hot water over them.
She sat back, and leaned against the wall between the mirrors.
He leaned in closer and began to dribble water onto her, leaning in to kiss her breasts as well as to kiss her on her naval. She liked the attention.
He talked as he gently touched and saw to her. He could even see where he had been into her there and that there was still some sperm leaking from her that he had missed.
He should talk to Margaret about taking precautions. It would not do for her to become pregnant, considering what was promised for her every night going forward from here.
“Unfortunately, there is not a lot of hair to protect you. I see several scratches, but none of them went into your vulva.”
Her ears were burning. She was sitting on a bench in a teacher’s washroom, stark naked, a naked man with a rod like a lance, was tending to her and he was leaning in, close to her vagina and inspecting her. He obviously wanted to be fucking her her again.
She felt him cleaning her off with hot water. She flinched every so often, when he went off script and explored out of sudden curiosity and touched her in a tender place. Everything was sensitive after what he had done to her, and she gasped. She was super-responsive to everything he did and touched on her.
He talked to her all of the time he was doing it.
As a final step he applied a smear of ointment along each scratch, and then put a generous daub of it inside her vagina and along her vulva, wiping his fingers off on his own penis. “Lubricant. Spermicidal too, but it doesn’t say that on the tube.”
She almost laughed, having a man tending to her there, and being gentle about it while discussing things she could never have imagined being talked about.
She felt his fingers gently finding out more about her as he moved her labia around, investigating, but not intruding anywhere again, just yet.
He was still inspecting her personally. But how would he not be curious about her? She wanted him to be curious. She wanted to be curious herself about his body too.
“I see no other injury that I caused, but there is so much more that I would like to be doing.” She felt him lean in and take her totally off guard when he kissed her there, upon her vulva and within it, moving down to her vagina to specifically kiss her there too.
He had grown again. She could see that much about him.
He was itching to make love to her again, and it would be making love after all of the time they had taken to reach this point. She could see it lurking in the back of his mind and in his eyes and she wanted him to do it again as well.
As though reading her mind, he brought her forward again and went into her once more, all of the way. It was so much easier this time and she was not worried, having got all fear about it behind her now. He still went into her slowly.
“We’ll do better this time, now that we took the edge off me with that first time.”
He was about six minutes before he 'came', that second time, giving him even more time to kiss her breasts, and touch her upon them, and in other places, as she felt her own excitement rising.
She smiled, not sure how she could smile as she kissed him and held him, even as she was herself, being so well fucked. She was the one who was now able to speak.
“So now we know that you are properly recovered from what I did to you when I dropped that wrench, and I am off the hook so to speak, but I am not yet off this particular kind of hook, am I?”
“Not until I come out of you you’re not.”
“When might that be?” He moved interestingly within her, and with less urgency this time.
“In about a week. I could get used to this.”
She laughed so delicately.
“We will send an order in to the cafeteria and have our food delivered. Do you think anyone would comment on our absence or speculate about what we might be doing in a woman’s washroom together for so long?”
He thought about something else. “By the way, where is your bedroom located, Margaret? I think I know, but it pays to be sure. I would hate to surprise anyone else when I crawl into her bed tonight.”
She was shocked as well as amused. What did he intend? To spend the night with her? He could if he wanted to. She liked that idea. She was in a separate and private bedroom with a window that opened onto the terrace around the edge of the roof. She would make sure he knew that. Whatever he was thinking of doing, it began to sound interesting.
“I’ll leave my window open for you tonight. I’m on the south side of the roof just back from the parapet. I’ll put a towel over the window ledge. I retire at ten. Lights-out, is at ten-fifteen. No one checks the older girls, so we will be safe, and I will lock my door. The older girls are allowed to do that.”
“I’ll be climbing into your window at about ten-twenty.”
That was when the conversation failed for them both as he went beyond a certain point, despite trying to distract himself by talking to her, and he came again, after warning her.
After he had backed out of her a few minutes later and cleaned all evidence of himself from her with her own panties, he rinsed them out again, squeezed the water out of them, and then used the blow dryer on the wall for a few moments to warm them up.
“They will be damp for a while, but they are at least warm.”
She felt him bring her feet together, slide her panties over them and then lift her off the bench. He brought them up on her body and saw them sitting where they should be (she wriggled, and adjusted them as he watched her) before he saw to putting her bra back on her, playing with her breasts first, kissing them, clearly loath to put them away and out of sight. Then her blouse, fastening the buttons slowly, and then her skirt, wrapping it about her and putting the large decorative safety pin at the hem, holding it closed where it overlapped.
As he had done that for her, she had been wiping him off with a damp paper towel; he was more relaxed now, and then she brought his underwear and shorts up on him, as loath to hide him away as he had been to leave her. She would let him fasten his own belt.
“He smiled at her. “You are a sight to drive any man wild, Margaret. Even when you are dressed.” One man anyway. She had known that, by the way that other part of him had responded to her each time.
She blushed, and nodded, to acknowledge that compliment. “We should have taken this step a year ago when we first met, Steve, but I was not sure about myself, or even you, then.”
He understood that. “Confess, Margaret. You dropped that wrench on me deliberately to achieve this, and then brought me in here to seduce me. As you did.”
Her eyes were wide. She quickly fell into the humor of it. “Alright. I admit it, Steve. I wanted you to do this to me.” They both knew she was joking, but he went along with it.
“What could a good lawyer not do with this? I could bring the entire school down with me, considering the tales of intrigue that I could tell of the temptations surrounding me all of the time. But then I would not be working here any more, and deservedly so. But that might happen anyway if Mrs. Waring finds out about this little wrestling match we both had. However, we did accomplish a lot together in the last twenty minutes.
“I could speak of the hordes of horny older girls and young women exposing themselves to me everywhere; as they do. Mooning me from the bushes, ambushing me out of a window, and not a piece of underwear in sight. Tits and quims everywhere I turn. I cannot move around the school without an escort to protect me from them. And me being driven wild by the haunting miasma of female pheromones from the smells of damp panties.”
He smiled again. “As I seem to have this thing sewn up in court already, I should push my advantage before we leave here and take advantage of you again. If you would like to continue this?”
She laughed, liking this new understanding between them. “I thought we’d already got that out of the way, and that you will be coming to me tonight to continue this.” And she didn’t even blush to discuss it with him.
“Yes, I will. And every night that I am allowed, from here.”
He looked her in the eyes and smiled. “I meant, now. It would be so easy to do. I could lift you back onto the bench, remove your panties again, open myself up, and let these two discover each other again.”
There was a flush upon his cheeks.
She felt like being reckless. “You can if you want to, but we risk being discovered here if you do.” She pointed to the clock.
“Then we’d better not. We’ll save some for tonight and for every night after this. I still have a lot to learn about you, and you, about me.” Although they’d got the difficult introductory part behind them. Everything else would be a gentle experience by comparison.
She had learned a lot about him too. She had the power to get him to do so much for her and would not have minded for it to continue, but the school bell would soon go.
Had they really only just properly met, and had come so far already? Her head was spinning.
He was looking at her in a different way now, and she knew what it meant. Her heart was doing what it should not be doing. Her mind was playing tricks with her body. Her panties were still damp, but it was not from him rinsing them out this time. Most of it was him still leaking from her. Some of it was her.
“I have two requests. Neither of which will harm you so very much more than I already did. At least not yet.”
She had not been harmed by what they had done.
He must know the effect he was having on her.
She waited to see what he would ask. No matter what it was, the answer would be, yes, even if it was to go back a few steps and continue what they had begun. The door was still locked and the bell would not go for at least another few minutes.
“That you have lunch with me each day forward from here, where possible, and never mind the rest of the school seeing us. I notice that, like me, you sit alone in the Cafeteria when Mrs. Waring is not there. You can sit with me, if that will not embarrass you in front of your friends and tell me more about yourself and learn more about me; if we leave anything to be discovered after what we will be doing every night. And, if you can stand the scrutiny of the rest of the school and the rumors.”
She nodded. “I can stand it.” Her eyes twinkled. “And what is your second question?
“A little more tricky and more personal.”
Could anything be more personal than being fucked; which they had already done?
“I would very much like to kiss you properly, without it being hurried or clouded by the other things that we were doing earlier. Will you let me kiss you like that, Margaret?”
He was asking if he could kiss her; asking her permission? No, she wouldn’t make any smart comment about him being a gentleman to ask if he might kiss her just after he had fucked her.
“Though if we do that…. A kiss is a very dangerous thing. We might not be able to get out of here after all, but might get back to more urgent things again.” And they were becoming urgent once more. She could see that already. Already? Again?
Yes, she was beginning to believe that it could dangerous in that case, but no more dangerous for her than what they had already done.
“Why a kiss?”
“To thank you for everything. Helping me as you did, and having the courage to go even further. No one else in this school would have dared bring me in here, but you did; or dare to touch my balls or my John Thomas, and that, intrigues me even more about you. I would like to learn more about you as quickly as possible.” Was there anything else to learn that he did not already know?
“Why a different kind of kiss? How different?”
“You will see. Have you never wanted to live dangerously?” His eyes glowed and everything about him smiled as he asked that question of her.
She was not sure where this was going, but was game for anything, now. “I thought we already did that, and more, and that we would continue that intimate and heated exploration tonight?”
“We will. But what we did was only the first step on a very long path, and that new journey needs to start with a proper kiss and a better degree of understanding between us. Look at it as a contract, a promise between us. A commitment. If you are not scared by that.”
She began to like the sound of this.
“I am not easily scared by anything after what we just did together, and I like what you are telling me.”
He leaned in and kissed her on the end of the nose taking her by surprise. He also gently touched her on her breasts. Her eyes flashed open.
“Was that it?" She sounded disappointed. "But…”
“No, buts. That was an exploratory venture only to see how you would respond to this new approach.”
“Oh.” She was getting wet again in anticipation. She shouldn't have let him put her panties back on her. He wanted her again, just as she wanted him to have her.
Steve put his hand at the side of her face, moved close to her again, and she felt his warm lips close over hers.
She closed her eyes and forgot to breathe with what was happening to her, to her entire body. His lips were soft and warm. And gentle. She felt his tongue begin to investigate her tongue. It was marvelous. Why had she never experienced anything like this before? But how could she have done? It needed a man to pay her special attention as was now happening to her. She would never get enough of this.
He did not move to find out more about her breasts following that touch, as she had half expected, or even to touch her below again. to move her panties to one side and go into her again as he could so easily do, but continued to kiss her.
When he backed away from her, allowing her to breathe again, the clock on the wall showed that ten seconds had elapsed. Or had it been a minute and ten seconds or even longer, before he let her go from that kiss. She was heady and dizzy. It must have been longer.
He leaned in and kissed her again.
He took her by surprise when she felt him lifting her skirt, go into her panties, and gently touch at her under there again. She moved her legs apart for him to discover more if he wanted to, and to find out how damp she had become again. They might not get out of here so easily.
If he wanted her to, she would take them off again.
He smiled at her. “Your panties are still damp, Margaret. Don’t forget to change them.”
He constantly put her off balance, by doing and saying the unexpected.
And she was committed to him for lunch and then for the entire night after that, and for every night going forward from here. She was not sure she would survive until this evening.
He wiped off the counter-top with a paper towel and then let them out, picking up his toolbox.
The corridor was empty. The other girl had gone; knowing nothing of the heated personal drama and intimate intrigue that had gone forward, almost under her nose.
Steve touched her on the elbow. It was the most familiar gesture he would dare do in the open corridor. “Shouldn’t the bell have gone by now, Margaret?”
“Maybe, but that clock is fast by a few minutes.”
He paused. “Damn, In that case we should not waste any more time, but should go back, and pick up where we left off. I can easily move your panties to one side as I was tempted to do. We can lock the bathroom door again and we would not be disturbed.”
She smiled at his daring. He had become aroused again already. “We might miss lunch, and we should not both miss lunch. That would set tongues wagging.”
He knew that too. “Yes. And we need to build up our energy for tonight. We have a lot of unfinished business to continue, you and I. That was such a promising and impressive beginning of this second stage of our relationship.”
Her eyes flashed to his face. Was there a third stage?
Yes there was, and it would start for them both, tonight.
“I was sufficiently impressed by what I learned about you, Steve, and I look forward to learning much more about that, this evening.” It was fortunate that there was no one else to hear them.
He took a risk by reaching out to gently hold her breast. “I can guarantee that you will. Admit it, that was better than a dry old biology lesson, wasn’t it?”
He had brought that subject of human sexuality to life for her, and there was still some life left in him when they’d had to leave. He could save that for tonight. Or they could go out into the grounds after lunch or after the evening meal. There were many places where they could be private with each other; even making love by standing up against a tree, except they might be followed by hordes of curious girls if they disappeared together.
“Yes, it was.” She blushed. “Now I must go and change out of my damp panties, I really must.” She was barely able to meet his eyes at daring to share that intent with him.
“Yes, you should, but perhaps you could wait for a few minutes while I rush outside, and put my ladder up to the roof, while you show me which is your room by hanging that damp pair out over the sill.” He gently touched her between her legs, lifting her skirt to do so while there was still no one to see them.
“I could even climb in and help you, but if I do, I might never be able to leave, and they would come looking for us both, and by then, my balls will be aching for an entirely different reason.” She would soon find out all about that for herself.
“But I should not be so greedy. We already decided that I will come to you tonight, and we can continue this. I wonder what Mrs. Waring would think of that; the only girl that I would choose to have assigned to me to protect me from the rest of the school, seducing me, herself.
She had not seduced him. He had seduced her. She would be happy to be the sacrificial virgin again as she had been to protect those other girls, but there was no picking up that particular baton again, and she was already fixed in that role.
They had so many secrets now. Was he serious about coming to her tonight? She had no need to wonder. She knew he would not be able to stay away. She would be watching and waiting for him.
He watched her walk away to get changed for lunch.
She would never dare say anything to anyone about any of this. But she knew that she had fallen in love with him. He may have seen it too, but she could say nothing just yet and nor could he. Not while she was here in the school. Another two weeks, and term and the school year would end, and then they could speak freely about anything. Maybe she would touch on it tonight when he came to her.
The bell went.
She would change both her skirt and her panties. Her blouse too; run a brush through her hair and a damp cloth between her legs (or perhaps not), and go and meet him for lunch.
It would be a beginning--and she would think about it as she got changed--that she had actually held a man; everything he valued, in the palm of her hand, had grasped him, guided him into her; that she had allowed him into her body without flinching over it, and had experienced the wonder of being intimate; of being fucked for the first, but not the only time. The first time of thousands.
He had also put his hand up her skirt and touched her—another first—but that was only minor, after what he had already touched of her and done to her with her sitting on the bench with no panties on, and her legs far apart for him as he had inspected her, touched her, tended to those scratches, washed her, licked her even, kissed her, and had then fucked her again.
No, he had made love to her, but maybe he didn’t see it that way yet. Not as she did. He soon would. They would talk about that tonight; the difference between being fucked, and being made love to, though it was all in the eyes and desires of the subjects, and there was a time component to it too. Fucking, was of-the-moment; 'making love' was a longer-term commitment.
She paused on the stairs and marveled at what had happened between them, and she had not uttered one word of complaint, or resisted. She had not been scared either. That was the most amazing thing about all of it. She had not been scared. She could still feel him in there, where he had been in her body. It was an exhilarating feeling. She should have left her panties with him. He'd wanted them.
She would not change her panties, she would sit there as they ate lunch, feeling him dribble out of her, and might be able to feel a few thousand, or a few tens of thousands of sperm thrashing around, and tickling her on her bum and within her vagina. She might even tell him that, if she dared, and that she was looking forward to being host to many more of them swimming around in her. They might have to rush outside about then, from the hordes of curious girls, and do something about it.
She should go back and check that she had cleaned everything up on that bench-top, between the sinks, and recover that paper towel with his sperm in it, and that hint of blood. It would not do to have that found by the janitor, or there really would be an inquisition. Except Mrs. Waring would know where it had all come from and what had happened at last, so would not take it any further.
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