Misc. Erotica Love Lessons (short story) (Completed)
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“Are you going to start, or shall I?” he asked.

“Start what?”  Making love, she hoped.

“Talking about Friday night?”

“Right,” she said, nodding. “Perhaps you should start.”

He exhaled and leaned forward. Picking up his glass, he took a drink of his Chardonnay–the white one—and took a long drink.

“Tanya,” he began, setting his glass back down, “Friday night...; First of all, are you alright?”

Blinking, Tanya looked at him.

“Well, of course. Yes, I’m fine.”  And by “fine” she meant “unbearably happy to the point of possibly needing committed to a mental health facility.”  But she didn’t bother to clarify that.

“Good. Actually, I’ve been thinking about you. Tanya, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t,  please,” she said, finally finding her courage, “That was without a doubt the most amazing thing that ever happened to me and if you say you’re ‘sorry’ it will be like you’re saying it shouldn’t have happened. And if you feel that way, fine. Just don’t tell me. Please… David.”

He stared at her for a long moment before smiling a little and taking another drink of his wine.

“I’m not sorry that it happened,”  he said and the relief was so profound, Tanya nearly sank into the sofa. “I’m sorry it happened…that way. On top of a pile of exam sheets in my tiny office is no way for a girl; like you, to lose her virginity.”

Tanya blushed again but didn’t let the embarrassment render her mute. ‘Hmmm.. So, he wanted to talk about it. Fine, they should talk about it.’  She thought.

Then after waiting for a bit, she said in a loving tone,

“With the man she’s in love with—that’s the way a girl should lose her virginity.”

David studied her with appraising eyes, smiled again and took another drink of his wine. She reached out and took a sip of her own. It took everything she had not to make a face at the bitter taste.

“I shouldn’t have said that, I suppose,” Tanya said, setting her glass down.

“You said it Friday night. It’s not a secret. And I can’t honestly say there isn’t a large part of me that enjoys hearing that.”

“But can’t say it back, right? It’s fine. Truly it is. I’m not asking you to love me back.”

“What are you asking?”

Love me back’, she thought, but didn’t say the words aloud.

“Friday night,” she began and paused. “Friday night, the last thing I expected when I went to your office was that you would kiss me, much less…I am nineteen. I should be able to talk about this without feeling like an idiot.”

“Tanya, I am… was your teacher. I have never once slept with a student. Never intended to. I could lose my job over this, a job that I love to the core. And still here I am with you alone in my flat because since Friday night…no, since last bloody semester, you’re about the only thing I can think about. Now, who’s the idiot?”

“You have two Ph.D’s. Safe to say you’re the smarter one here.”

“There’s education and there is wisdom. One doesn’t buy the other.  But now we’re being philosophical and we can’t have that.. We’re not here to talk about that, right?”

Tanya didn’t reply.

“God!  I guess I need more wine.”

He reached for her glass of red and took a long drink. Then another.

“It’s not bad. Not uncomplimentary. Most of the girls are a little overly fond of you-”

“A rash of mental illness seems to be breaking out among the young women of this City!”

Tanya laughed but then pressed on. “So when you talk to any of us about anything and then you leave, there tends to be some fluttering and fanning of ourselves.”

“Physical and mental illness.”

“We call it a Dave Attack,” she said, grimacing.

David groaned and collapsed back against the sofa.

“This is a career ending moment for me, Tanya. I’ll never be able to talk to another student again.”


Tanya giggled; blushing, she said,

“You’re young. There are other career options for you. Male model perhaps.”

“I’ve already sent in grades. Don’t think you flatter me into higher marks.”  David mocked.

“I didn’t have you this semester, if you’ll recall.”

“You had me Friday night, if you will recall.”

Tanya was stunned momentarily speechless. The wicked glint in his eyes nearly sent her crumbling to the floor again.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he added hastily.

“If I didn’t believe the scouser rumor before, I do now,” Tanya said, shaking her head. “You’re deliberately trying to embarrass me now, aren’t you?”

“Can’t help myself. You’re so lovely when you blush.”

That made Tanya blush even more. She couldn’t believe he thought she was beautiful too.

“I think I’ll need my wine back if we’re going to continue this conversation.”

David pulled the glass of red toward him possessively and shook his finger after.

“Mine. I drink. You talk. Tell me, please, what possessed you to neglect to tell me that you were a virgin before and during that time I was ravishing you on my desk.”

“So now you’re the ravisher? That’s a comfort. And nothing possessed me. It just didn’t occur to me to bring it up. Didn’t matter. Everyone has a first time. I wanted it to be with you.”  The first and the second and the millionth, she added in her mind. “Because of, you know, the aforementioned.”

“The aforementioned? I believe you’re the only person alive who’s ever referred to being in love with someone as ‘the aforementioned.’”

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “My father’s a barrister. I’ve picked up his cant, I’m afraid.”

“It’s quite poetic. You don’t have to apologize. But that hardly answers my question. At no point did it occur to you to say, ‘David, this is all well and good but I’d rather my first time not be on top of exam sheets in your office? Could we possibly go to your flat instead? Or a hotel? Or anywhere that doesn’t involve paper cuts on sensitive parts?”

Tanya smirked,

“I don’t think I’ve got any paper cuts. Not there anyway. And I was afraid you would have stopped. You know you would have.”

“For the moment. But not forever.”

Tanya stared at him. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.

“Are you saying you wanted us to be lovers?”

All along she’d assumed Friday night had been a fluke, a lucky break. David was alone and tired and bored when she’d turned up desperate and ready. Sex with anyone probably seemed preferable to grading another exam. But now it seemed he was saying that it wasn’t about the sex, it was about her…

“No,”  David said simply. Tanya’s heart fell through the earth but she didn’t let anything but her eyes betray the sadness his terse “no” inflicted on her. “I’m saying I want us to be lovers. No past tense.”

“No past tense?”

“None whatsoever. Do you have any objections to that idea?”

Tanya’s hands fluttered over the edge of her skirt. She felt like wings had sprouted from her shoulders and were threatening to carry her off into the sky.

“None whatsoever,” she breathed.

David kept the wine glass down on the table and shifted his body to face hers.

“Come here,” he said.

Tanya rose from her seat and took the two steps necessary to close the distance between them. Reaching up, David took her by the waist and pulled her down into his lap. She straddled his thighs and met him eye to eye.

“Now if we’re going to do this,” he began, “we have to have some ground rules.”

“I know,” she said. “No telling anyone, et cetera.”

“Well, I’d appreciate if you didn’t take out an advertisement in the Sunday Times about it. But the deed is already done and we’ll have to accept whatever consequences there are. That wasn’t what I meant. Rule #1-”

“You’re using your professor voice,” Tanya said, enjoying the heat his nearness imparted to her. “Just letting you know.”


“Very well then,” he said, and she watched as he hit back a smile. “Lesson number one then—you have to tell me everything. This won’t work if you keep things from me. If I do something you don’t like, you absolutely must tell me. If I’m hurting you or making you uncomfortable, I need you to tell me. Promise me?”

“Yes, Professor Dave.”

“You’re going to get into trouble if you keep doing that.”

“Sorry, Professor Dave.”

“I’m going to have to kiss you just to stop you from doing that, aren’t I?”

“Very likely, Professor-”

The rest of the sentence was cut off by David gripping her gently by the back of the neck and bringing her mouth to his.

They’d kissed Friday night…passionately kissed. But that moment was such a haze in her memory…

Everything happened so fast...

David looking up from his work. The question in his eyes followed immediately by the realization that he didn’t have to ask, he already knew the answer. And then the door shutting and her back against it as he devoured her mouth, her neck and shoulders with his mouth. She remembered his hands under her skirt slipping into her knickers within minutes of their first kiss. The whole time she thought she should say something, slow things down, warn him…but she couldn’t bring herself to. This man was her dream. At night she’d wake when the moon was high and whisper his name into her pillows. She’d see the hazy silver outline of him against the sheets next to her in bed. She couldn’t risk losing what could be her only chance to be with him. And everything he was doing to her, she’d already dreamed it. It didn’t feel like the first time when he sat her on the desk and opened her legs. It felt like the thousandth…
 


But now she knew this moment wasn’t her one and only chance to be with him. She willed her heart to slow, willed her breathing to settle. Opening her mouth, she touched his lips with her tongue—the red wine is far sweeter now as it mingled with the taste of him…
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