The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sunday Night

After a week of using the ADMIN app on the girls he desired most, Aaron felt he was getting a pretty good handle on things. All three were now well past the Neutrality stage and working on Tolerance, which the app defined as the removal of negative feelings about the social acceptability of the fetish or taboo in question. The strategy he had employed most to bring them to this point was finding something with close to 50-50 odds and spamming it as much as necessary until it took. Once Melissa had been exposed to the smell and taste of a man’s cum, and made to believe it wasn’t disgusting, it had been much easier to get her to accept random thoughts about cocks and cumming. Aaron had needed to buy several spare batteries for his phone in order to send all the commands he wanted, but unless he was mistaken, he’d managed to get Melissa watching porn that weekend, specifically porn of women getting facials or otherwise playing with cum. He didn’t have highly granular control over what she found, but he tried to use language that would steer her towards clips of women enjoying being bathed in jizz.

The strategy for Tamasree was similar, and after draining a couple of batteries, she should have spent much of the weekend looking for pictures and videos of women’s privates. In her case, she probably was focusing more on artistic nudes than graphic porn, although he had no way of checking currently. Nora’s burgeoning exhibitionism was again proving a little harder to crack, as she had ultimately decided against going back to the lake at night to skinny dip. It was running out of battery power trying to push that command that finally convinced Aaron to get spares and a portable charger the following morning. Nora had proved more resistant to impulsive viewing of porn also, so he’d eventually settled on making her seek out mainstream movies that featured women nude in public as an interim measure.

The main problem Aaron was currently trying to resolve was inserting himself into the process somehow. None of his targets associated with him in or outside of classes much, and while the erstwhile boyfriends had proved to be useful tools, he really wanted to enjoy the fruits of being up close and personal as the girls eventually looked for ways to explore their burgeoning but socially embarrassing sexual fantasies. It wasn’t until Sunday night that he managed to come up with a plan that he thought might work. He used the SEE system to add three of his professors to his contacts list, picking the teachers of classes he shared with his targeted women. With patience and skill, he managed to convince all three to assign group projects with randomly picked partners as major components of their final grades. While most of the partners would indeed be selected by chance, he made sure that he would be paired with Melissa, Nora, or Tamasree in their respective classes.

There was a great deal of grumbling and complaining that Monday as the professors dropped news of the surprise projects on their mostly-unexpecting classes. Some people got almost mutinous when they found out they wouldn’t even be allowed to pick their partners, but the teachers had mostly assigned pairs with known friendships in mind, and it was only in the case of loners like Aaron that they had broken up larger friend groups to compensate.

Melissa in particular seemed very sour about being stuck with what she whispered to her friends was a ‘loser pervert’ for a history project. Nora seemed resigned but courteous when she learned that she and Aaron would be required to present a book report together. Tamasree actually seemed cautiously optimistic about the assignment in their art history elective, as she didn’t have a lot of friends at school either, although it was clear she would have felt more comfortable partnered with another girl instead. The next step, Aaron decided, would be to get the girls to suggest project ideas he came up with, but making them believe that the ideas were theirs.

Monday Mid-Day

Melissa was cranky and almost pouting as she and Aaron met during the lunch hour to discuss their American History project. She didn’t consider herself a feminist per se, but she absolutely believed in equal rights and non-discrimination and all that, so she wanted to focus on the history of women’s rights. No matter how exciting she had found the videos and pictures of women getting splattered with semen, that didn’t change the fact that society needed to recognize the inherent dignity of all people. No matter what kind of messy, degenerate sex those people enjoyed behind closed doors, they were still entitled to the same rights and privileges as anyone else in society.

Melissa’s initial idea was exploring the fight for voting rights, but the more she thought about it, the more she decided they should focus on the sexual revolution of the late 20th century instead. It would be particularly important for a little perv like Aaron to learn than women’s sexuality didn’t exist for men’s enjoyment or regulation. While it might be economically advantageous for woman to exploit men’s lust by allowing themselves to be seen as cum receptacles in certain types of porn, Melissa really wanted to emphasize the empowerment some women could obtain by harnessing their sexuality. She hadn’t meant to get quite so passionate about the subject during their planning meeting, but she saw with pleasure that Aaron seemed so totally cowed by her zeal for the project that he acquiesced to everything she demanded. She smirked a little, thinking that the perverted little loner would probably prove a valuable resource when it came to researching porn to support their project hypothesis.

Nora was annoyed that she would be stuck doing a book report with a weirdo like Aaron, but on the upside, he seemed too shy to pull her pants down in class like Eddie, or try pulling off her swimsuit like Wade. She was extra annoyed that she felt a little disappointed that he would probably only embarrass her by turning out to be a useless partner, and not by exposing her body somehow. She didn’t think he was dumb, necessarily, but he rarely spoke up in class so she naturally assumed he had little to contribute. It was therefore a pleasant surprise to discover that he seemed reasonably articulate and was willing to let her pick whatever book she wanted from the list provided by the professor.

Their project was on books that had been banned in the past, often for scenes of sexuality or gender expression that were considered scandalous or immoral at the time, but which might seem relatively tame by modern standards. The assignment called for them to provide an overview of the book as a whole and pick one such scene to analyze in a detailed ‘compare and contrast’ style, as a presentation in front of the class. Her eyes roved over the list and finally decided on Lady Chatterley’s Lover. It was newer than many of the other books on the list, so she figured the language should be relatively easy to understand at least. Aaron seemed fine with that choice and they made plans to meet again after they had a chance to read a few chapters.

Tamasree was a little nervous to be assigned Aaron as a partner. She’d been unable to look at him since he found the lewd picture at her feet, certain that he believed she must be some kind of deviant. But he hadn’t said a word to her about it since then, and whenever she accidentally looked his way he gave her a simple smile if he noticed her attention at all. He didn’t spend time with people very often, and while Tama wasn’t one for gossip, she couldn’t help but overhear occasional remarks that the quiet young man with a tendency to stare too much was a pervert. No one ever seemed to want to go into details about what perverted things he liked, so Tamasree wasn’t even sure she truly understood the term as it was being used. She wondered if perhaps he also enjoyed looking at vaginas, which she had eventually accepted about herself.

Tamasree had initially assumed they were dirty, nothing more than a receptacle for people’s need to reproduce, and not to be admired, just another messy part of life to be accepted but not dwelled upon. But seeing so many different kinds of vaginas in so many different states, she had come to accept that there was beauty to be found even in the messy parts of life. She was coming around to the idea that a woman’s opening might be the single most important body part, in an aesthetic sense, because it was the beginning and end of the procreative process, representative of the need for the species to continue, and therefore worthy of veneration. Tama was excited to see that Aaron seemed to be rapt as she found herself unexpectedly declaiming her desire to focus their art project on the vagina, and was both relieved and gratified to discover that he seemed to share her genuine and growing enthusiasm for their upcoming partnership.

Saturday Morning

Melissa gradually, and grudgingly, found herself coming to appreciate and admire Aaron’s work ethic and contributions to their project over the course of the week. He had eliminated any doubt about his being a pervert, but all things considered, he was a reasonably courteous one. His eyes wandered a bit, which Melissa reluctantly admitted to herself was pretty common for males that were awake, but he didn’t make lewd innuendoes toward her or attempt to get physically close. As expected, he had a disturbing wealth of knowledge about pornography, but in this case it provided the pair with so many possible avenues of research to pursue that the main difficulty was in narrowing their focus to make a good selection and tight presentation.

They eventually decided to compare and contrast studio pornography of the late 20th and early 21st centuries with mainstream films, emphasizing the fact that in the pornographic industry, women more often received top billing and higher pay than their male co-stars, even when the mainstream films veered close to adult cinema in terms of capitalizing on the sexuality of the female leads. Melissa had hesitantly agreed to watch several such transgressive mainstream films with Aaron so they could discuss scenes and take notes for their report, but didn’t feel comfortable watching actual pornography with him present, so they worked on a list to view separately and discuss later.

To her considerable surprise, Melissa enjoyed watching the porn even more than the regular films. She found herself idly masturbating several times and kept having random thoughts pop into her head, like, “She is clearly loving that facial,” or, “I wonder how it would feel to swallow that much cum?” The idle thoughts disturbed her at first, but she gradually stopped finding them remarkable. She started to reminisce with longing regret about her interlude in the library with Ted. Granted, he was being totally disrespectful when he smeared his cum on her face, but it now felt like a missed opportunity in light of her new understanding of how much some women enjoyed the experience. Any time she thought of Ted and considered giving him a second chance, though, she felt a new spike of irritation and compared him unfavorably to Aaron, who was undoubtedly more perverted but also more respectful.

By the time the weekend rolled around, Melissa decided she was okay with watching a few porn clips with Aaron, so they could pick each other’s brains in real-time about what made the scene interesting from different perspectives. She was particularly caught on the idea that experiencing something like a cum facial could seem degrading in the context of the scene, but ultimately be empowering in the broader context of the actress’s career. Neither was keen on having the viewing at home, for fear of awkward questions or interruptions, so they ultimately decided on the same room in the library basement where Melissa had given Ted a handjob the week before. She blushed to think about the coincidence but played it cool when they arrived.

The awkwardness mostly vanished as they started playing the downloaded clips of famous porn stars doing scenes of sex that most people would consider perverted. They discussed how actresses who were more willing to engage in such activities tended to be the ones who got the most work and made the most money and fame from their efforts. Melissa was embarrassed to notice that Aaron had an erection, but could hardly blame him considering the situation, and more than once she had discovered her own hand in her lap or pressed between clenched thighs. As the last clip finished with a close-up of a pretty Hispanic woman smiling through a glaze of semen and licking her lips with evident satisfaction, Melissa let out a sigh of longing, but quickly tried to cover it up by coughing, blushing all the while. Fortunately, Aaron either didn’t notice or chose not to remark on it.

“Well,” said Melissa, “I guess that pretty much covers all of our primary research.”

“Yep,” agreed Aaron, “Now I guess we just combine our notes and do an outline and go from there. Do you think we should include any stills or clips in the presentation? It might shock some people, but I’m betting it’ll be less boring than a normal slideshow.”

Melissa laughed out loud at the suggestion but found herself kind of liking the idea. “I bet the prof will shut us down if we do, but it might make for a good finale!” she confessed. “If we want maximum effect we should pick something really spicy, like a bukkake scene!” Melissa blushed as she suggested it; she had only learned the word a few days ago but it was fast becoming one of her favorite search terms.

Aaron nodded and said, “Great idea! How about this one?” as he clicked on the laptop to review one of the saved scenes again. Both teens squirmed in their chairs as they watched a pretty brunette take load after load on her face, demanding more cum with a smile the whole time.

“God, that’s so sexy,” Melissa whimpered, then clapped her hand over her mouth in horror.

She stared at Aaron with wide eyes, but he just gave her a small smile and said, “You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know I agree with you. And so do a lot of other people, or this kind of stuff wouldn’t exist. Or at least, it would be a lot harder to find.” Melissa felt her shock and shame abate slightly, replaced by a small amount of gratitude that Aaron was so blasé about her disgraceful confession.

“I guess,” she murmured as she looked back at the screen, frozen on the last frame of the smiling, cum-splattered starlet.

Aaron blushed slightly and said, “I hope you won’t think I’m being a creep to mention it, but I was surprised when you suggested this topic, and honestly, I figured you just wanted to embarrass me because everyone says I’m a pervert. Well, yeah, I like pornography, but that’s far from the worst thing people create. So I was really happy to see that you were serious about wanting to talk about the subject from a perspective of, like, social gender roles and equality and women finding ways to leverage their advantages and embrace sexuality even when it makes people uncomfortable.” He looked into Melissa’s eyes and concluded, “So please believe me when I say that I’m happy to see that you can appreciate this kind of stuff, even though part of you clearly thinks you shouldn’t, or that you should keep your enjoyment a secret. It honestly does feel empowering to find someone with a shared view.”

Melissa had no idea how to respond to such a statement so she just gave Aaron a weak smile and mumbled, “Thank you…” It felt surprisingly intimate to hear such words, and while part of her was always on the lookout for smooth talkers and manipulative agendas, she honestly couldn’t tell if she believed him, or just wanted to.

Aaron gave her another hesitant smile and said, “Well, I should probably hit the road. I guess we can meet up sometime on Monday and go over our outlines?” Melissa nodded absently and agreed, thoughts churning as Aaron got up and left the room. She heard his phone play a fanfare as he walked away and she re-opened the bukkake clip for a third time, rubbing her crotch and picturing herself in place of the actress.

Saturday Mid-Day

Nora had spent her week in a haze of frustrated arousal. She had been on a movie-watching kick for the last little while, ever since she broke up with Wade, and somehow every movie she watched had people getting naked in public, either on purpose or by accident. With every such movie she saw, her own unwanted desire to be nude in public grew more intense. Her reading assignment wasn’t doing much to help matters either, as it had a number of graphically described sex scenes that bordered on what she considered pornographic. She wasn’t surprised that it had been banned when it first came out, but she couldn’t help but get a little hot and bothered when she was working on her report.

To make her life even more awkward, Nora was developing friendly feelings toward the class perv she had been partnered with. He turned out to be working just as diligently on the project as she was, which was gratifying and something of a relief, but beyond that, she inexplicably found his reading of excerpts to be captivating and even faintly erotic. There was just something about his voice that stirred her depths, especially when she convinced him to read out some of the erotic passages from the book. Listening to the steamy sex scenes as read by Aaron caused her panties to get damp, much to Nora’s shock and chagrin. His intense staring as she would take a turn reading a scene, which had once made her uncomfortable as it felt like he was undressing her with his eyes, now made her tremble with lust.

By Saturday Nora could take it no more, and when Aaron came to her apartment for their scheduled lunch work session, she hatched her plan. “I was thinking that for our presentation we should act out one of the scenes from the book,” she explained. “Some of them are obviously too graphic to get away with even in a college class, but there a few that we could present that would just be edgy.”

Aaron raised his eyebrow and asked, “Oh, really? Did you have a specific scene in mind?” By way of answer, Nora showed him her dog-eared copy of the book and pointed out a highlighted passage. Both of Aaron’s eyebrows raised and he asked, “You really want to act this out in front of the class?”

Nora blushed but nodded, saying, “Wait here while I get into costume.”

A few moments later she returned wearing a silken nightgown, relatively modest in design but seeming almost scandalous in the context of their tenuous friendship. Nora was blushing as she lay down on the couch and said, “Read the passage please, Aaron.”

She lay quite still, in a sort of sleep, in a sort of dream. Then she quivered as she felt his hand groping softly, yet with queer thwarted clumsiness, among her clothing. Yet the hand knew, too, how to unclothe her where it wanted. He drew down the thin silk sheath, slowly, carefully, right down and over her feet. Then with a quiver of exquisite pleasure he touched the warm soft body, and touched her navel for a moment in a kiss. And he had to come in to her at once, to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body. It was the moment of pure peace for him, the entry into the body of the woman.

Nora was breathing deeply and trembling with nerves as she quietly said, “Now act it out, please.” Aaron looked at her steadily for a moment before he gently stroked her belly with one hand, tickling her faintly as he explored the texture of her silk-shrouded flesh. His hand made its way to her hip, where it was joined by the other, and both now gripped her intensely, rubbing up and down, moving the bottom hem up a centimeter or two at a time, until her glistening folds were just barely visible in the shadowy valley of her thighs. He glanced sharply up to her face to see her eyes half-lidded with desire, her lower lip held between her teeth, and her breathing ragged with desire.

Following the directions of the scene, Aaron traced his hands slowly back up Nora’s sides and over her belly to her prominent breasts, which had slid to the sides somewhat as she reclined braless on the sofa. He cupped them both and pushed them together gently, causing Nora’s breath to hitch, and he sensually kissed her stiff nipples through the silk while he massaged her bountiful globes. Without releasing her heaving bosom, he kissed his way up her chest to her throat, then followed her neck to her ear and then along her jawline until he reached her lips, at which point she grasped his head and kissed him so forcefully that their lips would likely be bruised. The kiss went on for several minutes with undiminished intensity, but Aaron eventually broke it when his hands went to the straps of Nora’s gown and he began gently tugging it down.

As Nora’s body was gradually revealed to Aaron’s hungry gaze, he kissed each new piece of territory exposed, paying special attention to her rosy nipples and her cute, tiny navel. Nora felt a little self-conscious at her exposure, feeling that her slightly pudgy belly was unsightly, but Aaron’s lustful expression never wavered as he exposed what she considered a flaw; if anything, his look intensified, which fed her lust in turn. As he exposed her trimmed red curls and puffy lips, Aaron took a deep and ragged breath before running his tongue through her cleft with force and depth, causing Nora to quiver and cry out with need. He gave her several more such licks and kisses as he pulled her gown down her legs, which she promptly kicked off and away.

Aaron hurriedly disrobed and exposed his throbbing manhood to Nora’s lustful gaze. A clinical part of her mind judged that he appeared to be slightly above average, but in her current state of mind she thought it looked magnificent, and she quietly said, “Put it in me! Hurry, please!” Aaron held up a condom with a question on his face and Nora shook her head, whispering, “I’m safe, and clean.” Aaron nodded and tossed the package back on his clothes and said, “Me, too,” as he crawled atop her and kissed her again. After a few awkward thrusts he was suddenly inside her, much to Nora’s delight. She groaned in satisfaction and wrapped her arms and legs around her unexpected lover.

Aaron pumped her enthusiastically, but his earlier patience seemed to be exhausted, and he soon began thrusting with frantic speed. Nora found it thoroughly enjoyable but was worried he would cum too quickly, which turned out to be the case, as he reached a shuddering climax within her after only a couple of minutes, before Nora herself was able to reach a peak. Aaron evidently realized the situation for what it was, however, and leaned down to whisper, “Just keep kissing me, Nora!” as he took her earlobe in his lips. She willingly did as he asked, and she was delighted and surprised to feel him quickly recovering his erection and begin thrusting again, somewhat more deliberately this time. She encouraged him with whispers and gave gentle directions to enhance her pleasure, and found him receptive and responsive to her requests, if not quite expert yet in the execution. Nevertheless, she soon reached a quivering climax of her own, after which she grasped him tightly to give her oversensitive flesh a reprieve.

As they lay there holding each other through the afterglow, Aaron chuckled and said, “As much as I would enjoy it, I don’t think we’ll get away with that in class.”

Nora laughed and replied, “No, I suppose not. But maybe you can stand behind me and lower my gown, then I’ll turn around and we can just sort of hump each other until someone complains.”

“Are you sure you want to stand in front of the class naked?” he asked.

“No, I’m not sure,” she admitted. “By tomorrow I’ll probably think it’s a terrible idea, thanks to post-coital clarity. It seems like a sexy plan right now, because I’m still turned on, but realistically we should come up with a less subversive presentation idea. This can be Plan B, maybe.”

Aaron smirked and said, “Well, if you’re still horny, we should have another go to make sure you get that post-nut clarity you mentioned. I’d hate to think you agreed to a plan to shock the class while under the influence of raging hormones!”

Nora laughed and kissed Aaron while reaching down to feel his dick, already stiffening again, to her surprise and delight. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, gradually lowering herself onto his rod with a keening moan. As she did so, she was thinking that a little nudity in their presentation would be an extremely effective demonstration of how cultural values had changed in the last century, far more evocative than anything they could say on the subject. With every hip-shaking thrust she got closer to her peak and more determined about her plan. As Nora rode her partner to another delicious cum, she vowed that she would somehow find the courage to carry out her plan. She sighed with contentment as a soft fanfare played from Aaron’s phone, coinciding with her commitment and her climax.

Saturday Evening

Tama and Aaron had met several times during the week to work on their art history project, and each time she felt like they were getting closer and closer to being real friends. It was pretty astonishing, really, but Tamasree found it unexpectedly thrilling to find someone who was equally enthusiastic about her newfound fascination with women’s sex organs. She still had twinges of guilt and shame about her vaginal captivation, as Aaron had once gently teased her, but his open acceptance and encouragement were gradually eroding her doubts about its propriety.

Furthermore, as their research soon demonstrated, many so-called Eastern cultures had long traditions of depicting graphically anatomically correct women in various media, which made Tamasree start to wonder if the body modesty instilled in her by her immigrant parents was truly indicative of her cultural roots. She reasoned that it might be some kind of reaction to the pressures of trying to find their footing in a different society with different values and sexual mores, a holdover of colonialism, or possibly just a generational thing. Tama was edging toward accepting that what she and her parents considered to be in good taste for a respectable young woman was starting to diverge.

Aaron had taken responsibility for tracking vaginas through Western art, from antiquity to the modern age. She was fascinated to learn that classical Western art had often depicted nude women with little or no pubic hair, or other body hair, because they were taking cues from even older Greco-Roman statuary and similar relics, which usually presented smooth bodies. The theory that such statues had been displayed with paints that could have depicted such features was intriguing and got her thinking seriously about women’s pubes for the first time in her life. She had never done anything to her own body hair, let alone her thick bush, but on Thursday night she sat examining it in her bedroom mirror, comparing and contrasting her own sex with those pictures she had recently been perusing.

“It’s a very pretty pussy, even if I’m biased,” she thought with a blush, partly from the unseemly vanity, and partly from even thinking the word pussy, which seemed both cute and dirty to her. She ran her fingers through her dark curls, admiring the soft texture. She had read that pubic hair was often described as wiry or coarse, but hers felt soft and kind of luxurious as she stroked it. It was thickest upon her mons, where the hairs appeared to be at least a couple of inches long if pulled taut. The outer lips were relatively lightly furred, with much shorter hairs that tended to lie more flat, blending smoothly with the tiny dark hairs on her legs. Her bush gradually tapered until it faded into a few petite curls just beneath her belly button.

Hearing her parents talking loudly in the kitchen to one or more of her younger siblings brought Tama back to herself, and she quickly redressed. Her musings had stirred vaguely painful memories of being teased by her peers for not observing Western standards of feminine beauty in regard to body hair. She had a sudden surge of resolve to never feel bad about that again, although in practice, no one had said anything about the matter to her in college, since she never ‘dressed down’ enough to let anyone see how hairy or not she might be. But if there was one thing her growing attraction to pussies great and small had taught her, it was that they were all beautiful, just sometimes in very different ways.

On Saturday evening, Tama and Aaron had scheduled another meeting to discuss their project. They met in a secluded room in the basement of the library by Aaron’s suggestion, which suited Tamasree’s plans perfectly. As they packed up their notes afterward, Tama ‘accidentally’ let a large, printed photograph fall out of her folder onto the table, where Aaron would be sure to see it. As expected, he scooped the page up and took a good, long look at it, while Tamasree tried to remain calm and avoid blushing or giving any other sign that he was holding a picture of her own vulva. After he gave it a lengthy examination from several angles he handed it back, saying, “That’s a great one! Where did you find it?”

Ignoring the question for the moment, Tama simply responded, “Thanks! Doesn’t all the hair turn you off, though? I always hear people talking about how gross body hair is, at least for women.”

Aaron shrugged and admitted, “I know what the so-called consensus is, but I’ve never really bought into it. I mean, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with women shaving if that makes them feel more attractive, but there’s nothing wrong with not shaving, either. Some people have strong feelings one way or the other, but for me it’s always been kind of ‘whatever.’ If anything, I probably have a little bit of a fetish for body hair, since it seems kind of counter-cultural and taboo.”

Tamasree swallowed nervously and asked, “Are you telling the truth? You’re not just saying that to sound, I don’t know, cultured and open-minded and accepting, are you?”

Aaron looked perplexed and slowly affirmed, “I mean, I guess I would like to be thought of in that way, sort of, but I wasn’t lying. Why?”

Taking a deep breath, Tama looked at the photograph and blushed, then finally whispered, “That’s a picture of me.”

Aaron stared at the photograph sitting there on the table between them, glanced at Tama’s burning face, then back and forth several times. He eventually found his voice and quietly muttered, “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?” Tamasree nodded but said nothing, still unable to speak through her embarrassment. Aaron hesitantly reached out to put his hand on Tama’s arm and asked, “Not that I’m complaining, but why would you do something like this?”

Tamasree turned her head to the side and quietly replied, “I wanted to see how you’d react, and honestly, I kind of wanted a second opinion on how I compared to other girls. I don’t know how many you’ve seen in real life, but obviously you’ve looked at a lot of pictures, so you’re probably pretty close to an expert. No offense!” With her last words she finally cast an anxious glance at her study partner’s face. His expression was hard to read but he didn’t seem angry or upset or disgusted, at least.

Aaron held her look with his own and said quite clearly and firmly, “It’s an absolutely beautiful pussy, Tamasree, and I feel honored and lucky that you were willing to let me see it.”

Overcome with a strange and sudden impulse, Tamasree surged forward and tried to kiss Aaron, although she missed and bumped his nose with her cheek by accident. Laughing, they both tried again, and this time lips found lips, and Tama was thrilled to experience her first real kiss. She was lost in delirious bliss until her phone chimed sometime later with a text message, her mother reminding Tama about her curfew in an hour.

“Do you need to go?” asked Aaron as she checked her phone and sent a quick response.

“Not quite yet,” Tama replied, setting her phone aside. “There’s one other thing I wanted to check first.” So saying, she pushed back her chair a little and rearranged her shari to expose her panties, which she promptly pulled down to reveal her vulva to Aaron’s astonished but hungry gaze. Her womanhood was flushed and puffy and she could smell her arousal. Previously, she had been embarrassed whenever she detected the aroma, but now it served to excite her further. “I just wanted to really make sure you were telling the truth!” she confessed, blushing again but for a slightly different reason.

Aaron grinned and said, “A test, is it? Let me make sure I get a good grade!” He dropped to his knees in front of Tamasree and pulled her panties down until they pooled on the floor. He ran his hands sensually against her legs, tickling her tiny hairs and making them stand up as goose pimples erupted across her body. She was paralyzed with surprise, indecision, and desire as Aaron began kissing his way up her thighs, alternating one leg and the other. She held her breath as his face reached her junction and he looked up at her.

Tama could see his smile reflected in his eyes as he nudged her womanhood with his nose, then gasped as she felt his warm, wet tongue on her lower lips. His hands went to her hips to hold her steady as she began twitching and bouncing, completely unprepared for the intensity of the stimulation she was receiving. Worried that they would be overheard and interrupted, she clenched her stole in her teeth to muffle her cries as Aaron began licking her more deeply and flicking her clitoris with his tongue, or sometimes bumping it with his nose. Tama was soon bucking and whining with her first orgasm, her eyes leaking tears at the undreamt-of pleasure.

Another chime from her phone reminded them both that time pressed, and she quickly started gathering her things while trying to thank Aaron and apologize at the same time. She knew she wasn’t making much sense and blushed anew when he placed her panties in her hand, which she had apparently kicked away in the throes of her excitement. “Don’t worry!” he said, “Trust me, it was my pleasure as much as yours! Maybe moreso.”

Smiling in relief and gratitude, and possibly something deeper, Tama warmly said, “You’re sweet!” and kissed him, for the moment forgetting where his mouth had just been. She was shocked when she realized what she was tasting on his lips was the essence of her own lust, and even more shaken to realize that the smell and flavor caused her recently subsided arousal to flare right back up. “We’ll pick this up again soon!” she promised as she rushed out of the room to avoid being out past her curfew, hearing Aaron’s phone play a fanfare of its own as she departed.