Experiential Education: Hands-On Approach to Acquiring Knowledge
The sunstreamed through the delicate curtains, awakening her. With a groan, she turned over, accepting her weary eyes' challenge and focused on the clock: 11:18 am. A flush of guilt engulfed her as she realized she'd squandered the morning.
"I really need to find a job," she thought, but not immediately. Having recently finished 6th form college and turning 18 a few weeks before, she had the entire summer ahead before leaving for university. Some time for relaxation was much-needed.
This was her home, shared with her father, a single parent who had raised her single-handedly. Her mother had left them when she was ten, leaving no trace, and he'd never remarried. He'd handled the 'difficult' conversations with grace and had maintained her freedom within safe boundaries.
Rolling out of bed, she journeyed to the bathroom in the hallway, where she contemplated her reflection in the long mirror. Admiring her slim yet curvaceous figure - an hourglass shape. Her naturally blond hair hung from her head to her shoulders, framing her attractive face.
"Why can't I keep a boyfriend?" she graaned while running her fingers over her chest. "Probably because I don't put out yet," she theorized, inserting two fingers into herself. Wincing at the sensation, she pondered her previous unsuccessful relationships. Despite owning dildos and vibrators with friends and relishing their use, something about sex with boys felt empty and unsatisfactory. Most were small, enough to make her feel disappointed.
She wrapped a summer dress around her body, partial to the fresh air, skipping the dreaded underwear. With an exhale, she pocketed her phone and strolled outside to enjoy the uncommon sunny day in the UK.
Hearing a ding from her phone, she reached in to see a message. "Hey, darling. I'm out to run errands. I'll be back around 1 pm...remember, Clive is coming to stay for a few days, arriving at the same time."
"Damn," she exclaimed, fumbling to cover up. "I'd forgotten about Uncle Clive."
He was her father's best friend and not technically her uncle. He'd relocated three hours away for employment and made frequent visits. "Better put some panties on," she muttered, stuffing them into the pockets of her dress.
The day moseyed on, uneventful until the precise foretold time. She swung open the door to greet him. Their eyes met, locking in a way that shook her to the core. He stood a foot taller than her with a noticeably fit physique. His hair now streaked silver, a subtle change she hadn't previously noticed. He'd aged, but time had been gentle to him.
Her heart raced when she saw him. She rebuked herself for reacting so blatantly. "You look different," she commented, averting her eyes.
"Same here. You transformed into a bombshell," he laughed with a knowing wink. Her cheeks flushed as she made a mental note to cover up. "Enjoy it, Dad'll be home soon...if not while we're speaking."
Helping him carry his bags to the spare room, she retreated to the kitchen. Heeding her father's advice, she made tea for their chat. They settled down in the living room to talk about meaningless topics: the weather, work, school. As minutes slid by, she found her thoughts comfortable somewhere between making amusing remarks and daydreaming about his gaze.
They seamlessly segued to boy-related topics.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he inquired with awe. "With that body and personality...," he flexed his hands suggestively. Heat rushed to her cheeks.
"No. A prude's reputation, sadly," she confessed. His eyebrow raised in disbelief. "A reputation...as a prude," she repeated, apologetically. "Just a few...people might think that if I decline one or two impatient guys," she reasoned.
Shaking his head, he paused before saying with authority, "Maturity is the difference between boys and men."
A silence, broken by his question, "Where’s your dad? Shouldn't he be back by now?"
Sensing his discomfort, he likely wanted to be discreet about their blossoming...something, it competed with the potential awkwardness of her father's arrival, softening her choice of words. "Yeah, it'll be interesting to see what my dad says."
She glanced at the clock and suddenly became startled; yes, he should be here by now. It's almost 3 pm, and he's about two hours late. She went back to the kitchen to retrieve her phone, planning to give him a call. When she picked it up, she noticed another message waiting:
"Hey - I'm running a bit late, it seems this is going to take longer than expected. Don't expect me back until after supper tonight. Keep an eye on Clive, OK?" Her heart calmed down.
She recounted the events as she settled back onto the couch, noticing he had shifted slightly into the middle of the three-seater. She believed she saw a mischievous smirk on his face when she informed him her dad would arrive later than originally planned. The familiar tingling sensation returned.
"You know, if you're feeling nervous around boys, I can offer you a bit of advice," he whispered shyly. The tingling sensation began to intensify.
"What do you mean? Like drawing...diagrams?" She questioned back. "No, I was thinking more like hands-on teaching," he responded.
"But...won't that be inappropriate? You're my dad's best friend," she objected.
"It would be naughty, yes. But who better to learn from than someone you can trust?" he asked teasingly.
She couldn't help but give in to her bodily desires. "Okay, I guess that's true."
He took her face in his hands and deepened their embrace, allowing his tongue to explore hers and allowed her hand to explore the bulging muscles in his arms.
She shivered as he ran his hands up her sides, and felt her nipples stiffening through her dress. He began to massage her breasts, caressing her nipples lightly. His kissing moved to her neck and slowly down.
She pulled the neckline of her dress to the sides, exposing her taut, pink nipples. He immediately began to nibble and lick at her sensitive flesh. His kissing shifted to her neck.
Growing bolder, she pushed the neckline of her dress to her chest, exposing her breasts to him. He made no attempt to stop her, so she braced herself for his reaction. To her surprise, he began to lick and nibble on her nipples playfully. Her back arched off the sofa, and she moaned deeply.
He suddenly pulled his shirt off, exposing his toned torso. He continued his oral exploration of her breasts as he had been before. She caught her breath.
"Hey!" She panted, a bit embarrassed. "You said we could stay dressed."
"I meant YOU could stay dressed," he replied with a smirk.
She couldn't think clearly as she felt his hand start to roam up her inner thigh, valley-girl fingernails trimmed to perfection. His hand came to rest on top of her knickers, teasing her.
He remained unperturbed, kissing and licking her breasts, alternating from side to side. He paused only to remove his t-shirt, allowing her to lay eyes on his six-pack abs and chiseled features. He continued his oral exploration of her breasts but made no attempt to remove her clothing.
She felt his hand tracing the fabric of her knickers, rubbing the fabric over her mound, just enough to create an enticing anticipation. His lips returned to her breasts, sucking and licking at the soft, sensitive skin.
"Mmmph...put...ngh...put them...ngh...in!" She panted. He didn't disobey her, slowly inserting his fingers into her wet and ready knickers. "You're absolutely soaked!" He noted, before inserting his middle and pointer fingers into her wetness and began to massage her G-spot.
She could feel the electricity flowing through her body. She clenched down on his fingers and rode her rising sexual tension. She finally succumbed, riding waves of pleasure until it subsided.
She noticed him get up and stood there before her, his shorts now removed. He sported an impressive erection: thick, veiny, and curved, with full, heavy balls at the base, the head swollen from arousal. A shudder ran through her. This sight left her torn between arousal and fear.
"Perhaps this isn't the right thing to do," she suggested hesitantly. "It's quite naughty," she added.
"It is naughty," he confirmed, "but we'll make it worth your while."
"It's lesson time!" he exclaimed and reached for her. Without putting up a fight, she let him move her into position - on all fours, with her bottom in the air and her back arched downward. In this exposed position, she felt her pussy lips getting wetter and wetter, ready to welcome him. However, her underwear was in the way, so she quickly removed her knickers.
Before she could protest, he was already licking her from behind. "Yes!" she screamed as she felt his tongue tongue play against her damp underwear. But she quickly slapped his head with her hand, making him stop temporarily.
Using this opportunity, she grabbed her knickers and shifted her position, moving them out of the way. When he returned to his oral ministrations, she could feel him entering her more and more deeply. She had never felt anything so intense and didn't want it to end. But, as she screamed in pleasure, he suddenly stopped.
She felt something else in its place - a large, round, and hard cock. It pressed cruelly against her pussy lips. "Wait!" she said, but he disregarded her. She tilted her hips, trying to escape the strenuous grip, but he remained steadfast. "Yes, yes," she moaned as he penetrated her.
She rarely never done something like this before and was unsure whether or not they should continue. However, when she felt his cockhead pressing against her, the wetness of her pussy, and the force of his cock, she couldn't resist temptation. "Okay," she muttered, resigned.
"You seem ready to cum," he teased.
Desperately trying to keep control, she shifted her hips, allowing him to sink in a little deeper. She focused hard, matching his rhythm as she pushed back. He remained motionless, just letting her do all the work. Her desperate orgasm began to slowly built, so she adapted to the pain. "Mmm, yes, okay."
But he wasn't as still as she thought. One second, he was barely inside her, the next, he was halfway inside. "Shit. I forgot how much of you there is," she muttered. She continued her rhythm, trying to regain control. Her pussy was on the verge of being too full, but she didn't care.
Then, as her hips moved back, she felt his balls press against her clit. "Fuck! Oh my God," she screamed and came, her pussy contracting around his shaft.
He stepped away, allowing her some respite before taking back control. "Now, let's see if we can fill you with more," he said and moved behind her. He began thrusting slowly, not as violently as before. Her body was starting to recover from her second orgasm, but she couldn't stop feeling the intense pleasure building inside her.
He began to finger her clit as he fucked her, making her hyper-aware of her imminent third orgasm. As she was about to give herself over to pleasure, she concluded that they were now beyond the "just tip" agreement.
"FUCK!" she screamed as her third climax approached, her mind hazy and her body shaking. As she felt his cock pulsing inside of her, she started thrusting back hard. "Fuck me harder! Don't pull out," she begged.
And he didn't. As her clit was pressed against his balls, she had the strongest orgasm yet. With her cum and his, it felt like they were both cumming at the same time. "Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" she shouted as she orgasmed loudly.
Finally, he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. "God, that was amazing. I've never..." she started, but trailed off when she realised how much of him was still inside of her. She was sobbing, on the verge of another orgasm.
"Don't stop," he whispered, completely in the zone.
Feeling a glob of cum fall to her thigh, she crawled over to him, her knickers soaked with both their cum. "Here," she said, handing him her panties, grateful for the release. "You can keep these. Call them a tuition fee."
He laughed, his hands resting on his knees. "You did very well!" he said. "I may need more lessons after all!" he teased, a huge grin on his face.
"How long are you here for?", she inquired casually while ascending the steps to the restroom.
"A week", he answered cheerfully. "Why do you inquire?"
Yet she chose not to respond, instead she grinned wickedly as she vanished up the stairs.
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