Sex in the Sky

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The skating rink was empty, devoid of the laughing people, the smells of steamed chocolate, and the music that once tightened his heart with fond memories. Snowflakes were falling from above just as it had been a long five years ago. “Five years…” Brown lowered in an attempt to keep tears in, save him from further degradation of his shattering soul. The melting touch of snow upon his lowered face had him choke back a laugh as he gazed at the smooth ice ahead. Sitting on his bench, the one he took that night in early December, Sajery gave a start when a nearby clock chimed ten’o'clock.

Every winter he took the drive from wherever he had moved to after finding a new love, back to where his life had changed. The first time he journeyed back to that significant place, the surface demon had broken down with sobs and could not linger for more than a few minutes. The following visits gradually became better - maybe winter had finally settled within him for good. A shaking sigh escaped him - even on the road, he was alone. No other cars were on the highway, leaving him without company, as slight as a neighboring vehicle would give. A hand left the wheel to massage his neck, easing out the aches, take away the haunting memory of arms slipping around them, shy lips trailing up for a kiss. Unconsciously, the demon caressed his mouth, half-closing his eyes at how, once upon a time, he would melt into such intimacies; only reluctance dragged him through relationships now, the need to fulfil his part of the deal with Adonis.

His hands had gained more crimson color, especially his right hand from committing the greatest of sins. Absentmindedly, he began to hum softly to the familiar tune on the radio, a classic love theme from some video, one he’d probably had watched with Lews once upon a time. Drawing his fingers from his lips, he stared at the black lipstick staining his fingertips, starting to end in a sharp point. Sighing, ripe with loneliness, Sajery continued the hour and a half drive back to his current home.

*

As quietly as he could, Sajery closed the front door and shook off the snow from his boots. His coat followed, returning to its place in the closet next to Isaac’s ridiculous yellow raincoat, complete with a hood and visor. It was warm, banishing Winter’s touch from his arms, cold despite being encased in long sleeves. The gloves, retrieved from the passenger seat, were now tugged on, shielding every part of him that was true, hiding and covering with a fake exterior. “It’s no matter though…” He thought, making his way to the living room to sleep on the couch; the past few weeks, he refused to sleep in the same bed as his current human. Out of habit, Sajery still kept himself guarded, even at night when Isaac was-

“Where were you, Sajery?”

A voice that once had a regular volume louder than any other human he had encountered, now asked so quietly and timidly, surprising the demon, as well as the fact that Isaac was still awake. The young one was currently trying to stand up; it looked difficult with a large blanket wrapped around him. Left without words momentarily, brown orbs glanced at the fireplace mantle, at the clock which noisily ticked seconds somewhere between the five and the four - it was well past midnight.

“Sajery?” Again, so much softer than that first moment he’d heard the young human’s voice. Without meaning too, Sajery laughed at the memory of Isaac’s happy reply to his question, that day nine months ago, after the human showed him, a total stranger, kindness. A flicker of some greater pain crossed over Isaac’s face; Sajery blinked, scratching the back of his neck, uncomfortably aware now that from the first glance at the human, Issy looked pained.

“I was just out for a drive, went to see some old sights, that’s all.” Stifling a yawn, the demon then stretched before standing still once more, simply admiring his human. A smile crept up on his face, Isaac looked adorable, his blonde hair tousled, slight body covered in a blue fleece blanket with white clouds and sheep, lovely amethyst eyes, shimmering with tears.

“Baby…” Rushing forwards, Sajery bit back a cry and was ready to dive across the room when the younger backed away from him to trip over an ottoman; Isaac’s shout for him not to come closer successfully halted the demon. The human fell back into an armchair and immediately drew himself into a ball, almost shaking under his blanket. Truly shocked, fearing something terrible had happened in his absence, Sajery took a step closer and didn’t dare take another, not wanting to hear the young one whimper for him to keep away again.

“Isaac,” Voice trembling with as much concern and hesitant comfort he could muster, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Why are you-”

“Where were you yesterday night?” The question was stronger than the last one, but an odd note in his human’s voice that hinted an oncoming burst of tears. Still locked in his far-off stance, Sajery shuffled his feet, dancing in discontent.

“I was out, that’s all, but baby, why are you about to cry? Did something happen while I was out?”

“Yes. Yes, something has been happening e-every night for the past month!” His Isaac - Sajery swallowed the growing lump in his throat - his “lover” was curled up in his chair, hiding his face in his crossed forearms, shaking his head over and over. “While you’ve been out, I’d wait for you to come home, come home to our bed but you never do. A-and then you started to sleep here, in here. You don’t hug me anymore or kiss me good morning or goodbye when we leave for work. W-we don’t talk.” The far too late realization of the consequences of his behaviour nearly weighted Sajery to remain in place, but he quietly made his way across the living room. As he drew closer, the demon breathed in the scent of cinnamon and spice, and noticed he hadn’t smelt the lovely combination for some time. “When was the last time I hugged Issy?…” Kneeling infront of armchair, he reached his gloved hand out and tried to coax the human from hiding.

Isaac did so with a hiccup, revealing his upset pink face and cheeks dampened with tears. Shushing softly, Sajery sought for his lover’s hands,

“You come home past midnight, you don’t tell me where…” Isaac looked everywhere but at his face, which Sajery brought closer to that crying one, his shushing slowly falling into silence. A stab of pain ran through his chest - did he bring this vibrant creature to tears? Issac was the sunshine, ever burning with life and zeal. Did he truly cause this? The human suddenly gripped at his hands, shaking at the effort, and raised his face to look straight into the demon’s.

“Sajery, are you cheating?”

Shining amethyst looked into his, ready at any second, to turn away. Shocked to the point of speechlessness once more, Sajery could only stare back and try to wet his dry mouth. The longer he took, the more and more his lover’s face crumbled into a void of darkness; he could see the lovely shade of purple slowly grow darker with a silent, ungiven answer. Which was not true.

“No, no, sweetheart…I’m not cheating on you. I’d never, Isaac, never.” Tenderly, he cupped the human’s cheek, and whispered reassurances when the younger weakly shied away from his touch. “I went to the main city to walk down memory lane, dearest, that’s all. Shhhh, oh baby, did you think I was another person?” Not bothering for an answer, the demon pressed a feather light kiss on the tip of Isaac’s nose before moving to kiss his cheeks, kiss away the tears.

“I’ve been thinking very hard about something for the past few weeks, it took alot of thought and I, well…”

It was one last attempt to keep himself from further death - Isaac would never become number five. If the rules allowed him to love humans before killing them, being with a human that was doomed to die from it’s short life span should count in the rules. Kichay. Rich, warm brown regarded his new lover’s young, open face, and his lips made a gentle smile. Kichay was a dream. His heart had finally turned away from frigid cold. As much as it hurt, he banished the young skater from his mind and heart. And now he was ready for another…

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a tiny burgundy, velvet box and held it in his palm, hidden with his fingers. Isaac had started to uncurl himself from his protective ball, but he still held in sobs, the fear of being cheated on probably strong and had gathered much fuel for weeping. Leaning forward, Sajery captured his human’s lips in one last kiss before shuffling away, rising so he was on only one knee.

“I’ve been thinking about us. And I felt we have been together a long time. And I’ve felt incredible the whole time.” Amethyst ran over his face in disbelief, taking in his stance, the younger sitting up and letting his blanket shield fall. “Isaac Renardez, will you marry me?”

*

Shaking with disbelief, Adonis gripped at his throne, muting all other voices of those in the world to focus on the surface demon and to the human was proposing to. “What, in all that is holy and hell, is that fool doing?” There were some fresh sobs that turned into laughs. A sickeningly sweet exchange of words, and then those proclaimations. Now able to intervene, Adonis did so and with haste.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Are you intoxicated, Sajery? I thought demons could hold their human liquor.” Appearing out of thin air, freezing the moment, the soul collector kept a good distance between himself and the surface demon who stood, glaring at him menacingly.

“I’m finding another to love, I don’t want to be a part of this deal anymore! K-Kichay is no longer a part of my heart or mind, he can stay in your twisted kingdom!” Adonis could already hear the uncertainty of the demon’s voice.

“It’s hard to say it outloud, isn’t it, demon? Easy to think it, but to admit it? Use breath and make words, audible ones, until you hear them spoken aloud…” Crossing his arms, claret eyes narrowed in contempt, “You’ve signed your soul on our contract. Seven for seven. Actually, the number is now eight, you’ve just given another binding love proclamation to a human. I suggest you-”

“Why do you say human? Why don’t you say everything?” Sajery stalked forwards, clearly upset by his words, and grabbed around the collar of his robes. “Why aren’t demons allowed to love? Why can’t they find someone to love? To hold?”

“I can feel your despair. It’s so powerful, you’re inadvertently poisoning this human that you knelt before. Your darkness is feeding his worries, his fears. Kichay is still on your mind, isn’t he? You haven’t been thinking about your relationship with that human over there, you’ve been steeling yourself to try to get little Chay out of your life.” Speaking quietly, Adonis straightened up once Sajery released him, looking stricken.

“Demons affect everything around them for the worst. You cannot love anything without destroying it. You destroyed something beautiful, Sajery, a lovely creature who now lives in my kingdom in torment.”

“Let me have this one, please!” An awful prickling began in his eyes, and hurriedly, Sajery looked away, wiping at his face, “Please…I know the rules, but he’s a human, he’s already doomed to die… Let me try to love, Adonis. I’ll forfeit everything I own, if I can say ‘I love you’, and make love, and spend days on end not worrying that I’ll wake up with a corpse in my arms! Anything, please! Let me have Isaac.” Locking his glazing brown eyes on the red wine of Adonis, Sajery begged,” Help me away from Kichay….”

“You do not want Chay? I thought you would go to any ends for him.” As much as he wanted to go for the offer, Adonis, with a horrible twisting of his heart, knew the sooner Kichay left him, the better. The sweet creature was far too sweet, as was his voice… “I cannot accept any new offer. The first has to be fulfilled first. And to let you please a human before killing him is not the same situation as this one that you are requesting.” Looking at this Isaac, measuring his worth, Adonis continued, “To gain a proclaimation and then ravish your temporary cure is fine - the human is doomed to die once he falls asleep. But, what you’re asking breaks the rules. You know how a stone is created, and if I were to let you have this new deal…”

Falling to his knees, Sajery curled within himself, trying to hold back tears. Never did he think such pain and torment could exist… Suddenly, he punched the floor with a scream of anguish.

“Dammit!” Hiding his face in his arms, he remained kneeling, struggling to keep himself calm. It hurt so much. White locks whipped through the air at his sudden glance at the soul collector, who remained stoic and silently watching. “Isn’t there any way to prevent stones from being made? Where do they come from? Who made up all these, these fucking rules?”

“I do not know who made up the rules, but there is no way to prevent the stones from being created. They are made, as you know, by a demon mating with another creature. It does not matter , be them angel, human, or another demon, it is forbidden. Perhaps, to try to reproduce such dark creatures is a sin, or-”

“I’m not a fucking female! I can’t reproduce-”

“Your heart would’ve been given to and shared with a human, and together, you would’ve created a stone. Sajery,” With a hint of sympathy in his unblinking eyes, in his smooth, even voice, Adonis nearly whispered, “In all three kingdoms, there are always consequences far greater than you believe. You have another four souls to gain for me, it was originally three, but you’ve just professed your love to this human.”

“And, Sajery, I’ve been meaning to ask, why don’t you cease being a surface demon and return home? I, could try to allow you entrance to my kingdom, so you could see Kichay every so often, or-”

“I was banished from Underworld in the middle of war…Halfway through, I got scared and that made my skin start to stain. It’s hard to hide my reluctance, so they warned me at first. Then I downright refused to kill more so they banished me to the Earth kingdom.”

“What does the blood stains-”

“If every part of my skin is stained, I become a demon again and return to Underworld. I-It’s not good…I was told if I should ever return to Underworld, I shall be killed for my dereliction of duty.” With difficultly, Sajery stood, and faced the soul collector once more, “Please…I forfeit my soul to you if I can simply stay with my human. I won’t ‘ravish’ him, I won’t make another stone. Please, let me hold onto love…”

“…I suggest you do not profess your undying affection anymore, lest you-”

“I’ll be with Isaac, him only! No more murdering! Our deal is void!”

Adonis, already knowing what was to be, conjured up the quill pen and contract once more. “Void for now…”

*

Every morning Sajery woke with Isaac curled in his arms, leaning into his side embrace, and with tears in his eyes. A voice called out to him while he slept, the words indistinct, yet familiar. No matter where the demon went, the dulcet tones continued, often keeping him from hearing Isaac recite his day, or just talk. The human loved to listen, an accident when he was younger had left him completely deaf; a tiny electronic device in his left ear was the only thing that allowed Isaac to hear. Hours would fly by in idle chatter - Sajery merely nodded and gave the odd smile while trying to decipher whatever the voice was trying to say.

It was Kichay.

There was no other whose voice was so sweet, quiet, and timid. Having listened to it for so long and now unable to make out a single word, greatly upset Sajery. Even more so was the fact that his heart had begun to freeze once more. Whatever part of him still loved Kichay had extended its reach, soon making it so Isaac’s touch meant nothing. Striked no warmth or held no comfort. Any shred of happiness he had found while being in the human’s company and slowly disappeared.

For many nights, Sajery drew Isaac into his lap, held him close and ran his fingers carefully through the young human’s hair much the way he had done so for Kichay. Tears were shed each time he did so, a mind shattering once more as guilt and unfaithfulness crept upon him; he had lied to Isaac. To touch and do “everything but” with a person while thoughts were upon someone else, while a heart called out for another, was surely cheating.

Not even a week after the new year began, when resolutions and promises were made, with gritting teeth and shaking hands, he showed what he truly was to his lover.

*

“P-Please,” He struggled to keep tears back as suddenly narrowed eyes ran over his crimson-mottled face, his clawed fingers and stained hands. Pleading again, the demon reached out in an attempt to show he was harmless and withdraw with a choked sob at how quickly his fiance drew away. Hugging his chest, trembling, Sajery looked away, still unable to hide from the other’s gaze. “Issy…Please…”

“Isaac, I-I’m sorry I-”

“You lied to me.”

*

“*ADONIS*!!!”

The sudden scream among the voices of his throne room nearly had the said creature jump out of his seat. Halting sound, the soul collector leapt up and in a swirl of robes, appeared before the demon who so desperately needed him. His sharp tongue readying for a severe scolding at Sajery’s foolishness, soon abandoned in such preparations as he took in the near-crimson creature. He was slumped on the blue carpet of his bedroom, free of gloves, shirt, and the clinging makeup that had adorned his face at every other meeting he had with the demon. And lying before him-

The second he realized the other’s presence, Sajery rose up onto his knees, threw his arm back and let the bleeding heart fly. It vanished into air and became a shimmering ball of like not unlike a firefly and faded into nothingness. Just the very sight of the occurrence forced a snarl out of him,

“Another soul for you, are you happy? Have I pleased you, oh great one?” Clenching and unclenching his hands, Sajery rose to his feet and stalked up to the soul collector so they were face to face. Livid crimson eyes bore straight into a pair of lazily confident claret eyes, upturned with the slightest hint of a smirk.

“You were right! Does that up your pride, Adonis? You reduce me to nothing but another of your puppets, what is your bidding now, master?” Despite the anger in each biting word, the demon’s face slowly crumpled further and further into tears that fell unheeded. Stepping away, Adonis smoothed his robes, seeking anything to avoid his readied reply. To do so would put an end to his dream of love and although he, even a collector of souls, had lost dreams, never was there one that died before his eyes.

“You professed love four times to that human. You gave me his soul, that takes one away from the original three you needed before. So, you owe me another six…” His severity weakend by a mere human, Adonis couldn’t meet the demons gaze that had turned to disbelief. “To please me, you have to obtain those six souls for me and take Kichay from my kingdom.” Unconsciously, he slowly made a fist, such a gesture charged by emotion was unheard of in a creature of such status… “He is dead because of you. Your foolishness and negligence to universal rules brought his life short. Give him life once more, for redemption in the very least, as you do not love him anymore.”

“No, no! I love him! Please, I didn’t, if there was some way to take it back…I tried so hard with this one, I was ready to-to bind myself to him. But it didn’t feel right, Gods, Chay, I still love you so much…”

*

Teddy had to make a quick decision. He didn’t think that he could get his cock back into his pants, having to use one of his hands to hold the heavy book. He cursed the fact that Miss Harding seemed to have chosen the largest and heaviest book in the whole stacks. He therefore decided to just open the book and place it in front of his crotch.

It was probably the right decision, as Mrs. Baxter appeared at the entrance to their stack just as he covered himself. “Hello, Miss Harding,” Mrs. Baxter exclaimed. “I thought I saw you come down here. Are you finding what you need?”

Miss Harding felt a bit flushed but responded appropriately, “Why yes, Mrs. Baxter. Mr. Newman was helping to retrieve this volume from the top shelf. He is being very helpful.”

“Good.” Mrs. Baxter nodded in approval at Teddy, and he smiled back, nervously hoping that she would not want to take a closer look at the book. He didn’t even know what the book was about. Mrs. Baxter looked at them a bit longer. She noticed that they appeared to be a bit flustered, but she thought that perhaps they might have had difficulty getting the text down. It was a very large volume. She recognized it as a collection of the writings of Theophrastus, an early psychological philosopher. A rather unusual choice for Miss Harding, Mrs. Baxter thought, but it was nice to see that someone was in fact using it. “Very good, well, I will leave you to it,” and she then headed back out of the stacks.

They both breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Harding even giggled a bit. She now found the whole experience very exciting. It was as if she was herself a school girl again, almost getting caught making out in the library, but this time she was doing so much more. She was in fact initiating a boy in adult sex within the library. She enjoyed being the seductress.

She pulled the text down away from him, exposing his cock, now only half-erect. She gave him an exaggerated expression of disappointment and said, “Well, I guess we shouldn’t try this anymore here. Let me have this dusty old volume and you put that big man away.” She enjoyed watching him make himself presentable again. It was fun to think that he would probably have a boner for much of the rest of the evening just thinking about her. She figured that as soon as he got home, he would jerk off, imagining that it was into her mouth.

“If you like, Teddy, you can stop by my office sometime and I would be happy to provide you with some personal tutoring,” she smiled at him. It was quite apparent what she was suggesting. Teddy, though, was disappointed and very apprehensive. He had hoped that the presence of Mrs. Baxter would call an end to everything. Miss Harding sensed his ambivalence, and wasn’t sure why. She wondered if he still harbored some ill feelings over her role in his punishment. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that he was probably quite nervous around her. For all he knew, she might be planning another humiliation. Even if that was not true, he might in fact be somewhat angry with her for how she had treated him in front of the other students. She didn’t want to force him if he wasn’t ready, and she wanted to show him that she could in fact take very good care of him, easing whatever wounds she might have inflicted. “Well, you think about it Teddy. In fact, I would be very happy to show you how to excite a young woman. It might come in handy for you when you meet the right girl.” She patted the bulge in his pants and whispered, “If you like, perhaps you could even give me a spanking.” She winked and walked down the aisle, thinking how exciting it might be to be spanked by one of her students. She enjoyed dominating Teddy, but she might also enjoy being submissive to him, at least sexually.

Teddy stayed back to give him some time to compose himself, and his erection.

When he got back to the reference counter, Penny was talking to a student, helping her figure out where she could find a text on Russian history. When she departed, Teddy took his usual place behind the counter. He wanted to get back to their fun and he wasn’t in any hurry to talk or even think about Miss Harding. However, he couldn’t find his indexing marker.

“Penny, what happened to my indexing pen?”

“What do you mean, what pen?”

“The big indexing pen. You know, the large felt pen for highlighting material. I need it for coding reference locations. I left it right here.” Teddy was lifting up folders, texts, and papers, trying to find it.

Penny stood off to the side, amused by his frustration.

Teddy noticed her smiling. “Penny, this isn’t funny. I know it’s just a pen but Mrs. Baxter gets really angry at me cause I always keep having to ask her for another one and I just don’t need any more of this right now.” He was growing increasingly annoyed.

Penny didn’t understand why just a pen would make him this upset. “What did it look like?”

Teddy rolled his eyes. “What do you think? It looked like a big, a real big fat pen. Pink, and it was pink.”

“Golly,” Penny mused, “I don’t know where I might have put it.”

Teddy then caught the teasing sound in her voice. He looked at her. She was standing with a mischievous smile, swinging her hips in a childish expression of denial and innocence.

“Have you looked everywhere it could be?”

It didn’t take long for Teddy to figure out what she was hinting at, but he still couldn’t believe that she had really done that. Penny went over to the side counter, and leaned back, smiling at him. Before he made a fool of himself, Teddy wanted to be sure that what he was thinking was really true. “Did you put it somewhere?”

“Golly, Teddy, I had so many things to keep track of while you were gone. I’m just not sure. Maybe it’s in one of my pockets?”

Teddy realized that his first thought was wrong. It’s in her pocket and she was just teasing him about it being lost. She knew how easy it was to get him upset about displeasing Mrs. Baxter, and so she had slipped it into her pocket. “Hand it back, Penny, before Mrs. Baxter comes up here.”

“But, Teddy, I just remembered, I didn’t put it there.” Teddy realized that she was trying to get him to have to go through the pockets of her skirt. She wanted him to give her more attention; making him reach around in her pockets would also be an innocent way of resuming their sexual play. He was game.

He walked up to her. Before he reached into a pocket, he looked around the room again to be sure that nobody was looking. He whispered, “Penny, we just can’t keep doing this, at some point we’re going to get caught.”

“Doing what?” Penny replied innocently but looking very guilty at the same time. It was evident that she wasn’t going to stop; nor, he had to admit, did he really want her to stop. He reached into a pocket of her skirt and felt around. There was nothing there. She kept her eyes focused on his eyes, smiling in bemusement as he groped around in her skirt, accidentally feeling her thighs in the process. “Teddy, don’t you try to take advantage of this situation. I might even have to report you to Mrs. Baxter. Just because you’re the reference librarian doesn’t give you the authority to feel up the girls.”

Teddy sighed in frustration. He then tried the other pocket, and met with equal failure. Penny giggled at his evident annoyance. Teddy wasn’t really that annoyed but he pretended to be, as he knew that she was enjoying her game. “It’s not there either, Penny, now hand it over.” It wasn’t there, but he still kept his hand in her pocket, holding and caressing her thigh through the thin fabric.

“Maybe you should frisk me. I could have it just about anywhere,” she replied, trying to torment him further. She leaned back, thrusting her little breasts out to him.

Teddy gulped. She was suggesting that she had hidden the pen within her bra. He had not yet ever touched her there, and he would certainly enjoy searching around in her bra, feeling her soft little titties. He was dying to see them, maybe even play with the nipples, making them all stiff and pointed. However, her upper body was open to everyone in the library. He couldn’t imagine that she wanted him to feel her up in the clear view of everyone in the library. But, she was clearly being quite the minx. Maybe he would be able to get in and out real quick. He removed his hand from her pocket and started to pull her blouse out from the waist of her skirt.

Penny looked shocked and quickly slapped his hands away. “Teddy!” she loudly whispered. She couldn’t believe that he was about to try to get under her blouse. “What are you thinking?” she scolded him. She turned away from the persons in the library, as best she could, and tucked her blouse back in her skirt. “Jeeze, Teddy, don’t you think everybody would have noticed that?”

Teddy could tell that she wasn’t teasing about this but he thought for sure that he had only been doing what she wanted. “Sorry, Penny, I thought that was where you had hidden it.”

“I wouldn’t put it there, dummy. I kind of think that somebody might notice you fumbling around in my bra, don’t you think?”

Teddy felt kind of foolish. It would have been very risky to have done that. Once he had his hand on her bra, anybody who looked at them in passing would clearly have seen that his hand was under her blouse. Even Mrs. Baxter would have been able to see what was going on, clear across the library. He glanced back over to her, but she seem to be absorbed in some reading. “Yea, you’re right. I am sorry. That was stupid.”

“I put it here, silly.” She then raised the front of her skirt, where he could see his large, pink indexing pen poking out from between the lips of her cunt. His first thought was how sexy it looked. Her pussy was so very pretty. She had only a small down covering the mound, and he had a clear view of the layers of lips that ran along the soft raised flesh. The sight of her pussy lips was so arousing, and now they were somewhat spread by the insertion of the pen. His second thought was how jealous he was of the pen. He wanted to quickly remove it and replace it with his finger, or maybe even something else. He reached in between her legs and pulled it out. He then used his index finger to lightly caress the folds of her cunt lips. She kept her skirt raised with one hand, being sure not to hold it so high that anybody could see what she was doing. She then closed her eyes halfway as she enjoyed the stroking of his finger.

She was very wet to his touch, and it wasn’t difficult for him to find the entrance previously occupied by the pen. As he started to push his finger in, she opened her eyes fully and looked at him with evident excitement. “Teddy, I want you to do that so much, but not here, not now. I won’t be able to control myself.”

He stopped moving his finger but kept it inserted, so tightly wrapped by the wet lips of her little cunt. He knew she was right. He slowly pulled it back out, giving her one final caress along the length of her pussy lips before he pulled his hand away. She smiled at him as she lowered her skirt.

She tried to get her composure back by changing the subject. “How did it go with Miss Harding? Did you find her book?”

‘Oh yeah, Miss Harding,’ Teddy thought. Teddy considered for a second what to say and decided it would be best to be as honest as possible. “Actually, that was kind of bad,” he said quietly.

Penny turned to him, an expression of concern on her face. “Teddy, what happened?” She thought that perhaps he had gotten in trouble once again. She had absolutely no interest in having Teddy humiliated again in front of another class. There was no way that she would be able to sit quietly by.

“Well, nothing, really, I mean, well, I think she was coming on to me.”

“Coming on to you? What do you mean?” Penny could feel anger rising inside.

Teddy then told her that she had asked him to get the book down off the top shelf, and then when he was coming back down the ladder, she stopped him, put her hand on his crotch and propositioned him.

“Are you sure that is what she meant?”

“It was real clear, Penny. She had her hand right on my crotch and told me to come to her office for some private lessons. She even said that, this time, I could give her a spanking. I think that was pretty clear.” Teddy decided that he would not tell her about Miss Harding briefly sucking his cock. He felt bad about this but also felt that it was only a white lie. He was telling her the thrust of the story.

“What happened then? What did you say?”

“Well, to be honest, I really didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell her to back off, that I had no interest in having sex with her.” That wasn’t true either. The truth was that he didn’t want to have sex with her because of his feelings for Penny. He wondered if he should have put it that way. “But I also didn’t want to make her mad. Who knows what she would do.”

Penny had to admit that he was in a dilemma. If Miss Harding was willing to make a boy show his erection to the entire class, there was no telling what she would do if she felt scorned. “That bitch,” Penny exclaimed. Penny was clearly angry.

Teddy was surprised with her reaction. He had assumed that she would be angry at him, not her, although, of course, he hadn’t actually told her anything that she could get that angry at him for.

“What did you tell her?” Penny asked.

“Actually, I hardly said anything. I didn’t know what to say, and then Mrs. Baxter showed up, and Miss Harding stopped talking about it. After Mrs. Baxter left she just told me to stop by her office sometime for some private lessons. She told me that she would be able to show me how to excite a girl.”

Penny was indignant. If any woman was going to show Teddy how to excite a girl, it would be her. ‘The nerve of that Miss Harding,’ Penny fumed. She knew that if she ever got the chance, she would like to teach Miss Harding a lesson. It was bad enough that Miss Harding had humiliated Teddy in front of the other students, now she even wanted to take him away from her. “What are you going to do?” she asked.

“Well, I am not going to go to her office. I guess I will just pretend it never happened and maybe she will just forget about it.” They both knew, though, that this would be difficult. Teddy was in her biology class, and who knows how this might affect his grade.

“You can’t do that, Teddy. You could get into trouble.”

“I suppose so,” he replied.

Penny then had a terrible thought. “You don’t want to meet with her, do you?” She wondered apprehensively if he was in fact thinking about accepting the invitation. She knew how many of the boys found Miss Harding to be attractive. It would be hard to reject such an offer. Miss Harding probably was also a very experienced woman. She could probably show things and do things with Teddy that she couldn’t even think of. Penny now was feeling jealous and insecure.

“Goodness, no, Penny. I really don’t.” He knew that this was not entirely true. It was a lie to suggest that he did not find her attractive or that the thought of having sex with Miss Harding was not at all appealing. Heck, Miss Harding had already jerked him off right in front of Penny. He apparently had no problem getting aroused then. He wondered if Penny could tell that he wasn’t being entirely honest. Whatever she might be imagining might be worse than the truth. He decided that he should be more honest with her. “I mean, to be honest, I have to admit that she is a very attractive woman. All the guys can see that. But, I want you to be my girl. I wouldn’t want you to do anything with some other guy. I wouldn’t feel right doing anything with Miss Harding.” Penny felt much better hearing this. She was also very happen to hear Teddy refer to her as his girl.

“I want you to be my guy,” she affectionately touched his arm, but didn’t keep it there, keeping in mind where they were.

Teddy felt relieved, even pleased. The more honest story apparently was even better than the lie. He turned to her. “If I want a girl to show me how to excite her, I want it to be you.”

Penny blushed and replied, “I don’t think you need any lessons there, Teddy.” She wanted to take his face back to her pussy to remind him of her wetness, but that had already been too risky the first time.

Teddy smiled at the compliment. He knew that he had little idea of how to excite a woman, but having Penny tell him that she found him exciting was all that he in fact cared about. He knew now that there was no way he was going to have sex with Miss Harding.

“Maybe I should make sure that you no longer have the desire to see Miss Harding,” Penny suggested provocatively. She returned to the center of the counter, looked around the room to be sure that nobody was looking, and crawled under the counter. She got on her knees, facing out, and crooked her finger at him, inviting him to come over.

Teddy didn’t need any further encouragement. He went over to the counter, standing directly in front of where Penny was kneeling. She immediately pulled down his zipper and reached in his pants for his cock. He had very little erection and so this time it was not hard to remove. She placed his entire cock within her mouth and began to caress the head and staff with her tongue. It didn’t take long for him to react, and she enjoyed the sensation of feeling his erection growing rapidly within her mouth. It was such a nice, expanding sign of how much she was exciting him. She kept him entirely in her mouth as he got bigger and bigger, eventually reaching his five inches.

When he was fully erect, she pulled back to admire its length and stiffness. The fact that his cock was smaller than average was not a concern. She in fact liked how she could fit its full length into her mouth, allowing her to swallow it whole. She felt like she was fully loving her man. She regretted now that she was hidden from his view beneath the counter. She knew that he would enjoy seeing her swallow his cock.

She particularly enjoyed the head of his cock, as it was so red and engorged. It looked so manly and forceful, like the powerful head of a battering ram. She drew only the head into her mouth, licking and sucking the knob while she held and felt the shaft with her hand.

Teddy sighed with pleasure, and he had to work hard to keep a straight face. He kept his eyes glued to a tablet on the counter so that when he did express an emotion it would be less likely that anyone would notice.

Penny repeatedly plunged her face along the full length of his cock, holding tightly with her lips, licking as she went. Teddy kept his hips still, but wondered how long he could last. Penny then suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth and began to caress her face with its entire length, enjoying how if felt against her skin. She rubbed the head of his cock along her forehead, across her closed eyes, down her nose, and along her cheeks. She cuddled it with her cheek, fondly stroking it as she embraced the shaft against her face.

She then returned to using her hand to forcefully jerk him off. She gripped the stem tightly and brought her hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the feel of his stiffness within her tight grip. The head of his cock would emerge forcefully from her fist, and then disappear from view as she engulfed it within her grasp, massaging and stroking the knob with her fingers. She repeated this over and over.

Teddy wanted to match her strokes with his own hips but he knew that he had to keep as still as possible. However, he could feel the signs of an impending orgasm. Final relief would feel so good. He only wished that he could see himself shoot onto Penny’s face or into her mouth or wherever she would decide to point him. His breathing increased and his cock got stiffer with the plunging and pulling of her fist.