Archive-name: School/homework.mf

Archive-author: S.B. Douglass

Archive-title: Homework





                           Homework - Part I



Anne carried her load up from the laundry room.  Even though all she had

on was a tank-top  and a pair of ragged shorts,  she was dripping sweat.

The dryers in the dorm laundry room were supposedly vented outside,  but

it was obvious that most of the heat they produced stayed in the laundry

room.



If the dorm were coed, Anne wouldn't have worn the cutoffs; they weren't

really decent, having more than a few rips that revealed what she didn't

wear under them.  They were comfortable, though, and in the nearly empty

halls of the dorm on a Saturday morning, they were just right.



After she dumped her load of laundry on the bed,  Anne looked outside at

at the swirling snow.   It was February,  and looking out at the blowing

snow from the warmth of her dorm room made her feel very secure.   After

pausing to let the feeling soak in,  she set to work putting her laundry

away.



She was in the middle of folding  a sheet  when there was a knock on her

door.  "Who is it?" she asked.



"Jacob."  A pleasantly male voice called.



If it had been anyone else, Anne wouldn't have opened the door.



"I thought we'd get an early start  on our project for psych class,"  he

said as she let him in.  He saw the laundry dumped on her bed and looked

sheepish.  "I guess I should've phoned first."



"That's OK," Anne said,  finishing folding the sheet and putting it in a

drawer.  "Tell you what, you help put my clothes away, then we'll get to

work."



It was only after she said it  that she realized that she might have put

him in an embarrassing situation.  He blushed, and and she noticed as he

did that his eyes were locked on her less-than-decent cutoffs.  Anne had

seen men look at her like that before,  but she'd never really known how

to respond.  People told her that she was pretty, but she didn't usually

pay attention to such things.



Anne felt herself blushing in the long silence that followed,  but Jacob

was blushing too.   He finally broke the silence.  "I'll go if you want,

let you finish putting your stuff away, then come back in half an hour."



Anne was mad  at herself for the way she was reacting.   "You're welcome

to stay.   We're both grownups,  or at least, that's what we're supposed

to be."



"OK, I'll stay," he said, looking awkward as he hung up his coat.  "What

can I do to help."



"You know how to hang up jeans?" she asked, and handed him a handfull of

hangers.  With his coat off, Anne thought he looked cute.   He wore snug

but comfortable looking corduroy jeans,  topped off with a bulky looking

turtleneck.



Anne set to work  folding sweaters and tops  while he hung up her jeans,

and in no time, all of her laundry was put away.  While they worked, she

noticed that, as often as not,  Jacob's eyes were on her.   Although she

was usually indifferent to men's stares, she realized that she liked the

way Jacob looked at her.



After the clothes were all put away,  they set to work on the psychology

project.  It wasn't due until the end of the semester, but Anne was glad

that Jacob had suggested  that they get started early.   The psych class

they shared was  an advanced course,  and both of them felt a bit out of

place there, since neither was a psych major.



Half the students in the class were grad students,  and most of the rest

were majors.  A friend of Anne's had taken the class the year before and

said it was fun,  and Anne had suggested it to Jacob, not realizing that

the project component of the course wasn't just a term paper, but a real

experiment they would have to plan and carry out  over the course of the

semester.



They'd been sitting on the bed cross-legged  with their notes spread out

between them for more than an hour when when Anne noticed Jacob's stare.

At first she didn't understand  what he was looking at,  but when he saw

that she saw him looking, he blushed.



"What's the problem?" she asked.   Anne wasn't used to seeing him blush,

and now, in one day, he'd blushed twice when he looked at her.   She was

sure this revealed  something new about him,  but she couldn't quite pin

it down.



He paused and swallowed.  "Are you trying to, well, turn me on?"



"What?"



"The way you're dressed, the way you were sitting.   Were you showing me

your breasts on purpose?"



"What?"  Anne said, and then she realized what was happening.  The tank-

top she wore was loose, and she'd been leaning forward giving him a good

view down the inside of her top.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it; I hope I

didn't bother you.  I didn't really mean to upset you,  I mean ..."  She

stopped talking when she realized that she didn't know what she meant to

say.



"I like what I saw," Jacob said quietly.   "They're very pretty.  I hope

you're not upset."



Anne's mind was in turmoil.   All these years, she'd never dated anyone,

and she'd turned down the few guys who'd ever asked her out.   Jacob had

never asked,  and she'd always thought  that was part of the reason they

got along well.  At times, she felt a bit depressed when she heard other

girls talking about their social lives, but she usually rationalized her

lack of a social life by thinking about the problems she was avoiding.



Now, as Anne looked at Jacob, she realized that she needed him.  She was

aware of him  as she'd never been aware of him before,  it was almost as

if,  for the first time,  she realized that he was a man.  They'd talked

with each other in the past  about sex and dating,  but always in a very

abstract way, with no sense of personal involvement in the subject.



"How long have I known you?" Anne asked, almost whispering as she spoke.



"About two years.  Remember that rhetoric class?"



Anne studied him.   She debated with herself briefly, then leaned toward

him, this time fully aware that she was giving him a clear view down the

open neck of her tank-top.  "In those years, did you ever want to ask me

out or make a pass at me?  We were lab partners and we studied together,

but you were always chaste.  Why?"



He swallowed.  "I guess I didn't have the courage to ask a girl out.   I

like you alot, you know,  more than any other girl I know.  You know how

awkward I am about girls."



"I like you too," she said, surprising herself.  "You've told me how you

feel frustrated sometimes,  and I've told you as much about myself,  but

here you are, alone with me in my dorm room."



"But you're different!" he said, almost defensively.



"Am I?" she said, acutely aware that his eyes were locked on her exposed

breasts.



He looked awkward for a moment, then looked up at her face.   "Would you

like a kiss?" he whispered, sounding very tentative and shy.



"Nobody's ever asked me that before,"  she said as she moved their books

and notes from the bed.  She stood by the desk and looked at him sitting

on her bed; he looked helpless and lost, and she felt an almost motherly

urge to hug him and help him find his way.



She felt the seriousness of the situation as she sat down beside him and

almost whispered her reply.  "Yes."



He kissed her tentatively on the cheek, and she felt a warm sensation in

her body, a tingle that reached from her fingertips to her toes.  Did he

feel her reaction?  She didn't know, but she kissed him in return, first

on the cheek, and then on the lips.  When her lips touched his, she felt

something new in her, something she'd imagined and wanted, but something

she'd never felt before.



She held him tightly as she kissed,  and without really planning it, she

kissed him with her lips apart  and tasted the tip of his tongue against

hers.  She put her arms around his neck and felt the warm comfort of his

hands against her back, but that wasn't enough.  She pressed her body up

against his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth,  but she wanted him

to touch her even more.



"Anne?" Jacob said, in a very quiet and hesitant voice.  "Do you want me

to touch your body?"



"Yes," she said, backing away.   Before she really thought about it, she

pulled off her tank-top,  then looked down at her cutoffs and hesitated.

She felt a warm tingle of anticipation  as he looked from her breasts to

her tattered shorts.   She looked up at him.   "You know I've never done

anything like this before, do you mind?"



"No," he said,  his eyes fixed on her.  "It's new for me too, but you've

got a beautiful body,  and I'd like it if ... well, if you took off your

pants too.  I'll keep mine on."



"Jacob, you're a gentleman," Anne said as she slipped out of her shorts.

In one of their impersonal conversations about sex,  she remembered that

they'd agreed that  they wanted to remain virgins until marriage.   "You

know," she said, "I think I'd trust you with your pants off, if you want

it that way."



"I don't trust myself," he said, smiling weakly.  "Anne, don't you worry

about your roommate?  Where is she?"



"Home for the weekend," she said.  "Come on!"



She lay beside him as he sat on the edge of her bed, her body tense with

anticipation.  He very tentatively touched her nipple with a finger tip,

then slid his hand gently down her side to her hip and thigh,  lingering

there before touching her other nipple.



"Does this feel good?" he asked.



"Yes," she whispered.   As she said it, she realized that she'd secretly

wanted him to touch her that way for a long time.   She looked up at him

as he stroked her  and briefly tried to figure out how long she'd wanted

him.   She was sure her memory was tricking her because as she looked at

him, she was sure she'd wanted him from the day they first met,  but she

knew that wasn't right.



He bent down and kissed her as he gently touched the smooth skin between

her legs.   She reached down and held his hand there as she returned the

kiss,  then reached up to hold him.   As he kissed her neck,  she felt a

wave of warmth sweep over her,  and it intensified  as he worked his way

down to her nipples.



She found herself hugging  his head to her breast as he kissed.   A wave

of anticipation swept over her,  and she realized  that she was grinding

herself against  the pressure of his hand between her legs.   He changed

from kissing her nipples to sucking on them,  and as he did, it released

a wave of pleasure through her body.  The waves continued, each one more

intense than the one before, until she found herself relaxing in a state

of infinite pleasure, looking up at him as he looked at her.



She watched silently as he sat up beside her.   As he took his hand from

between her legs, she was aware that she'd had an orgasm, but she wasn't

able to react.  She watched silently as he looked at the moisture on his

fingers, sniffed his hand, and tentatively tasted it.



"I hope you enjoyed it," he said.  "I did."



"I did," she whispered,  finally feeling her ability to control her body

returning.  "It was nice, but I didn't mean to, well, have an orgasm.  I

hope you don't feel, well, icky."



"I'm still horny," Jacob said, "but what's there to feel icky about?"



"Your hand; I get pretty stinky and gooey down there when I'm excited."



He sniffed his fingers again as she sat up.  "I sort of like the smell."



She looked quietly  at him for a long time,  then sat up beside him  and

hugged him.  With her free hand, she gently touched his chest before she

spoke.  "I never imagined this would happen to us."



He kissed her briefly.  "I didn't either.   I've always liked you, but I

guess I've always tried to suppress my... my sexual reaction to you."



"Thanks for not suppressing it this time," she said, kissing him gently.



He took his time responding.   "Anne,  would you like me  to take off my

clothes for you after you put something on?"



"Yes," she said.  She got up and got a pair of jeans from her closet.



Jacob looked at her as she slid into the tight denim pants.   "Don't you

wear underpants?"



"You helped me put away my laundry, did you see any panties?"



He looked puzzled.  "No, but ..."



"I haven't worn underwear since I was seventeen," she said as she zipped

her jeans.  "I guess it started as an invisible rebelion against my mom.

does it offend you?"



"I guess it intrigues me," he said,  pulling off his turtleneck sweater.

"Did you start shaving your pubic hair then too?"



"No, that goes way back.   I guess Professor Jenkins  in our psych class

might say I was trying to avoid puberty by shaving down there,  and once

I got in the habit,  it was easier to keep shaving than suffer while the

stubble grew back."



He took off his pants while she spoke.  She was surprised by the size of

his erect penis when he took his underpants off,  but she didn't say so.

It wasn't as much a matter of shock as it was a matter of intrigue.  She

knew that all men have a penis between their legs, but the way men dress

hides the fact  well enough  that she rarely noticed anything  to remind

her of it.



She found  that she wasn't as sexually attracted to his penis as she was

to his chest; at the same time, she wanted to know more about his penis.

"Tell me how it works,"  she said as she tentatively touched it with the

tip of one finger.   It grew visibly as she touched it, and then just as

visibly, it began to shrink.



She sat beside him confused about what she wanted to do.  "Should I give

you an orgasm?"



He looked up at her from the bed and smiled.   "If you want, but I don't

want to pressure you.  I didn't set out to give you one, you know."



His reply was gallant,  and she realized there was  only one answer,  so

she bent over and kissed him gently on the mouth.  As she did,  she felt

herself reacting sexually again,  and what she'd intended to be a gentle

kiss became pashionate.  She felt her bare breasts softly resting on his

chest as she kissed him, and as she moved, the feeling in her nipples as

they slid across his skin was echoed by a pleasant tingle within.



She kissed his chest,  and discovered that sucking on his nipples seemed

to excite him.   She stroked her hand down his muscular stomach and felt

her arm brush his penis.  She felt its shape with one hand as she kissed

his chest,  then began to gently massage it.   It expanded and stiffened

in her grip, and he hugged her tightly against him.



She let go of his penis and lay on top of him, grinding her hips against

it.   She felt the warm pressure of his penis against her pubic bone  as

she kissed him,  and with each thrust of her hips,  the pressure  sent a

wave of pleasure through her body.   He slid his hands gently across the

smooth skin of her back in rhythm with her thrusts,  but as she began to

thrust harder, he held her hips firmly against him.



As Anne reached her second climax, she kissed Jacob deeply.   The second

climax wasn't  as all encompassing an experience as the first, and as it

ended, she sat up next to Jacob and looked down at him feeling both very

content and ready for action.   "I'm sorry I didn't give you an orgasm,"

she whispered.   "I guess I just got too horny  to pay much attention to

you.  I hope you're not too disappointed."



He chuckled quietly, and as he spoke, Anne could see his penis relaxing.

"You saved yourself a mess, you know.   I'm content to know I can really

turn a girl on."   He paused and looked up at her.  "I guess I've always

felt  I had  a lot in common  with Woody Allen, and being able to excite

you is a real ego boost."



"Want to get dressed and go to lunch with me?"  Anne said.



"Sure," he said, smiling as he sat up.  "Um, can I ask you out to dinner

this evening?"



"You can,"  Anne said, realizing as she said it that she was accepting a

date, something she'd never done before.   Anne looked seriously at him,

enjoying the way he looked sitting naked on her bed.  "You know what?  I

don't know what love is, but I think you might be the one I need to help

me learn."



                            Homework - Part II



Anne walked back to her dorm room Friday evening after dinner, and found

Jacob waiting by her door.  "Hi," he said.  "I brought over my work from

psyche class."



"Good," Anne said, letting him in.  She thought he looked good in jeans,

a flannel shirt, and a turtleneck sweater.  She watched him while he set

his load of books and papers on her bed and sat beside them.



"No laundry for me to sort?" he asked, joking about the last time they'd

worked together on their psyche project.



"Nope," she said, "but my roommate's away for the weekend again, if that

helps."  She grinned.   Their last meeting had ended with heavy petting,

and she intended that this one end the same way, at the very least.



He looked up at her plaintively.   "Look, I've been meaning to talk with

you about last weekend, I don't want you to feel guilty about anything."



"I don't," she said.  "Do you?"



He paused with a puzzled look on his face.  "No, but ..."



"Then let's get to work and not get hot and bothered."



They sat opposite each other on the bed,  with their books and papers in

a heap between them for upwards of an hour,  working on their joint term

project.  It was still early in the spring semester, so they hadn't done

much of the work, but the project looked like it woud be interesting.



While Anne worked, she occasionally glanced up at Jacob,  thinking about

the wonderful surprise she'd had last weekend.   She'd never been a very

social person,  and in recent years,  she'd begun to wonder if there was

something wrong with her.   She'd never had a boyfriend,  at least,  not

before a week ago.



She'd known Jacob since her first year in college, but until a week ago,

their relationship had been  platonic.   He'd come over to work on their

psyche project, and somehow, the meeting that had begun with two friends

studying together had ended in passion.  She'd never as much as kissed a

boy before, and in that one stormy morning, although all they'd done was

heavy petting, she'd had the first two orgasms of her life.



Anne liked Jacob, she'd known that for a long time.  The question on her

mind now was, how far should she go with him.  From the brief mention he

made to their meeting the week before, he sounded awkward about what had

happened, but she wanted more, and she hoped he did too.



Sometime around eight, Jacob locked eyes with her and she realized she'd

been looking at him for what must have been five minutes.  "Having a bit

of trouble concentrating?" he asked.



"Yup," she said.  "Sorry."



"Thinking about last weekend?"



She blushed a bit, then wished she were wearing the loose tank top she'd

worn then.   The turtleneck she wore now showed her figure well, but she

liked the way she'd been able to lean forward in a tank top  so he could

see her nipples.  "Yes," she answered, and then, impulsively, "would you

like to spend the night?"



He put down his notebook and looked at her with an expression she didn't

understand.   "Anne, you once said you wanted to remain virgin until you

got married, I don't know if I still value my own virginity, but I don't

want to hurt you.  Anne, please don't ask me to do something that you'll

regret tomorrow."



Anne smiled at him.  "Don't worry, I've made up my mind," she said, glad

that he was still such a gentleman.   "I want to stay a virgin, but only

technically.  Other than that, I'd like to do everything with you."



He looked at her for a long time.  "What do you mean, everything?"



She leaned forward.   "I mean anything other than you putting your penis

in my cunt; anything you want to do, that is.  I've been reading some in

the library, about the options that gives us; there's plenty of stuff we

can do."



Jacob sat on her bed with a stunned look while she cleared the books and

papers off the bed.  "Well?" she said, sitting next to him.



"I'd like to spend the night, but ..." He looked pained.   "I don't have

a toothbrush or my PJ's..."



"Borrow my toothbrush," she said.  "As to PJ's, who needs them?  I don't

wear them any more than I wear underwear."  She paused to watch him.  He

looked confused, so she put an arm around his shoulder and gently kissed

his cheek.



He looked at her for a few seconds, then returned the kiss.  "The hell,"

he said.  "I give in, yes, I'll stay and play!"



He kissed her again, this time eagerly on the lips.  She ran her fingers

through his hair and tasted his mouth,  pressing her hips against his as

they knelt on the bed, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.



He broke the kiss and sat back on his heels,  holding her by the hips as

she knelt before him.  "Can you take off your sweater?" he asked.



"Take off yours too," she said, removing her sweater.   She tossed it on

the back of her desk chair  while she watched him,  feeling a tingle run

through her as his eyes locked on her exposed breasts.   He got up as he

took off his shirt and turtleneck,  and she enjoyed watching the expanse

of his exposed skin as he set his clothes over her roommate's chair.



She lay back and smiled at him as he walked back to the bed.   He sat on

the bed beside her and looked at her, then gently touched his fingers to

her breasts, fingering her nipples and running his hands down the smooth

skin of her side.   "I still can't get over the fact that you're letting

me do this," he said.



"I'm not used to it either,"  she said,  her voice almost a whisper as a

a warm muzzyness spread through her body.   "I like it, though.  Want to

kiss my tits?"



He kissed her quickly on the mouth, then kissed his way down her neck to

her nipples, kissing them gently at first,  brushing his lips over them,

teasing them with his tongue.  She held his head in her hands and pulled

him closer,  and as he began sucking her tits,  she moaned gently as the

senstation overcame her.  The noise was almost a catlike purr.



"Like it?" he asked, pausing briefly.



"Yes," she whispered.  "Please!"  As he sucked,  the warm muzzyness that

had spread over her began to concentrate itself in her neck, nipples and

groin, and she knew she wanted him to touch her cunt.



"Jacob?" she moaned.  "Take off your pants, could you?"



He sat up and looked at her briefly, then unbuttoned his jeans,  freeing

his erect penis as he slid his underpants off.   She undid her jeans and

tossed them over her chair, then looked at Jacob.   Taking off her jeans

had distracted her from the sexual tension of the moment, and looking at

Jacob's nude body, she decided it was her turn to excite him.



"Lie down, let me kiss you," she said.



She kissed him, letting her breasts drag gently on his chest.  He hugged

her, then used his free hands to fondle her breasts while she kissed her

way down to his nipples.  "Jacob?" she asked, between kisses.  "Can I do

something for you?"



"What?"



"I've been reading."   She paused to suck on his nipple,  and the slight

quivver that ran through his body told her he liked it.  "Last week, you

said it would be too messy if I gave you an orgasm.   It doesn't have to

be; could I try giving you a blow job?"



"Are you sure?" he said, running his fingers through her hair and gently

caressing her breasts.   "I mean, I'd be grossed out by putting my mouth

over someone's cock, and I just assumed you'd react the same way."



She sat up and looked at him.  "Please let me decide what I think is too

gross for me, OK?"



"OK," he said, then chuckled.  "So much for romance."



Anne smiled down at Jacob.  "Do you really call your penis a cock?"



"That's my word for it,"  he said.   "You want me to use Latin and sound

like a doctor?"



"No," she said, giggling.   "I just, ... well, does it upset you to call

my vagina a cunt?  That's the word I've always used."



"I'm surprised," he said, sitting up.   "I always thought it was sort of

a male word, disrespectful ..."



Anne giggled.  "So much for romance.  So do you want me to try to give a

blow job?"



"I guess so," he said.   "I gather that the best way's supposed to be if

I try to return the favor, kissing your, uh, cunt while you do my cock."



She looked at him,  sensing his mixed emotions  but eager to try some of

the things she'd read about.  "You want to try?"



He smiled at her.   "I guess I've had a bit of a fantasy about what some

guys call eating pussy for a long time."



She looked at him.  His penis had been huge a minute ago, but while they

were talking, it had shrunk noticibly.  "OK, let's try.  How?"



He looked thoughtfully at her.  "How about trying it this way.  I lie on

the bed on my back and you kneel over my face facing towards my hips and

bending down to do my cock.  I'm no expert, so don't quote me."



"May as well try," she said laughing.  They experimented, and with a few

minor readjustments, they managed to find a position where each was able

to reach their target without too much work.



Jacob tentatively stroked her fanny  while she tentatively bent down and

kissed the tip of his penis.   "You're a bit wet," she said, tasting him

with her tongue.  "Tastes pretty good, actually.  Want to try me?"



He held her around the hips and tentatively licked her cunt.   "I'm glad

you shave down here," he said,  and then kissed her gingerly.  You taste

salty; can you come down a bit farther?"



She adjusted her hips a bit, then began to experiment seriously with his

penis.   It grew rapidly as she played with it, sliding her lips down it

and, as the book had suggested, pretending it was a lollypop and licking

and sucking it.  His tentative experiments kissing her cunt intensified,

and as his tongue explored her clitoris,  the intense feeling she'd felt

earlier returned.



He broke off as she tried sliding her mouth down over his cock.  "Oh God

that feels good Anne!" he said, sounding intense.



"Don't stop!" she said,  then slid her lips down his cock again, feeling

it's rigid length press into her mouth.   He began thrusting his hips in

rythm with her, and his hands around her hips tightened as he pulled her

down over his mouth.  She felt a wave of exstacy sweep over her, not the

intense exstacy of an orgasm, but close.



She slid her mouth down over his penis again,  and as he thrust his hips

at her, Anne felt him come, squirting a small mouthful into her.  For a

moment,  she was distracted from what he was doing to her cunt while she

savored the new taste in her mouth.  The flavor was slightly sweet, only

a bit salty, and almost a bit soapy in texture.



His penis was still stiff,  so she continued to suck on it  as he kissed

and licked her cunt.  She felt a wave of pleasure surge through her with

each probe of his tongue, and then in an explosive flash, the feeling of

pleasure engulfed her as she came.



She rolled off his face,  still hugging his hips and sucking the last of

his juices from his now limp penis.  "God, that felt good," he said.  He

gently stroked her hip with his hand.  "Did I do it right?"



She let go of his penis almost reluctantly, savoring the lingering taste

as it fell from her mouth.  "You sure did.  Let's do it again!"



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