Study Buddies

Study Buddies Ch. 02:

You Look Radiant Today

He still expects more from me

Tags:

Reluctance

Seduction

Virgin

Age Difference

Blowjob

Intercourse

Lust

"Did you like the stories I sent?"

"Those stories were about s-e-x!" I whispered, so my parents wouldn't overhear me. "You sent me dirty stories with X-rated descriptions of body parts and actual carnal acts!"

"Exactly. Did they give you any ideas?"

"Ideas?! Ideas for what? You want me to write like that?"

"Yes. It would be far more interesting than what you've written so far."

"You think that smut is good writing? You think that's what I aspire to create?"

"Were there any errors?"

"I don't know if there were any errors! How could I notice that type of thing when there was s-e-x all over the place?"

"Exactly. You didn't notice the grammar, punctuation, or spelling because you were completely engrossed in the stories. You are, in effect, admitting that it was good writing, and that you truly enjoyed it!"

"I, I, I..." I didn't know what to say. I realized at that very moment that as uncomfortable as it was to realize it, he was right. But I couldn't bring myself to admit it to him. I could barely admit it to myself.

"Good stories are interesting stories and vice versa. Tonight, I want you to write another romantic tale. This time, add some real spice to it. Make it so engrossing that the reader doesn't ever stop to think about errors. Can you do that for me?"

I nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Good girl," he said. I sighed and managed a weak smile.

"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Now go write something juicy for me."

*****

The next day, I had writer's block. My consternation was preventing me from forming any coherent thoughts. I knew what he wanted me to do, and I think I wanted to do it for him, but I didn't know how to get started.

Seeking a way out of being stuck, I reluctantly clicked one of the links he had sent me. That took me to an erotica website that had thousands of dirty stories. It was overwhelming. Some of the categories were truly shocking and way more perverse than I could handle. I hesitantly clicked on the one category that looked safe called 'Erotic Couplings,' because it sounded romantic. I read the first story listed. 'From Famine to Feast' was long--29 chapters.

I found myself being drawn in by the author more and more, the further I read, just like the protagonist--a young woman like me--who was being seduced by the intriguingly mysterious older man. The story was, indeed, romantic. It was also sexy. And surprising. It made me feel hot and sweaty. After the first chapter, and throughout the story, there were multiple scenes like this...

"His growing dick began to stretch open the waistband of his underwear. The tip of his cock began to emerge above. It made my mouth water.

"Nothing could stop me, sir." I pulled the elastic away from his body, and pulled his underwear down to his thighs. His dick sprang out and bounced stiffly inches from my face. "Oh my god, I want it. I want it so bad," I said, more to myself than to him.

I grasped the base of his veiny cock in my tiny fist and pointed it at my mouth. I whimpered involuntarily. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly enveloped his entire cock in my eager mouth. He groaned a low growl, as I began to ease his length in and out of my warm, wet mouth. I loved the feeling of his rod filling my face, stuffed with as much as I could take. He was nearly completely erect already, but I slurped on him enthusiastically, desperate to fully awaken the sleeping giant in my grip.

I wanted him to feel as turned on by what I was doing to him, as I felt by doing it to him. I was so eager, I had to consciously will myself to go more slowly, despite my urge to have him face-fuck me and fill my throat with his jism. Instead, I struggled to restrain myself and slowly licked up one side of his shaft and down the other. My tongue played with his knobby head as my hands played with his balls. I wanted to prolong the sensations that he was feeling so that he would feel as desperate for his release as I felt. It was divine torture. I could feel the wetness in my panties, making me realize that I was edging myself almost as determinedly as I was edging him."

I found myself feeling sinful sensations and immoral thoughts of giving in to temptation. I knew I should stop, but I couldn't--or didn't. I read another chapter. And another. Just when the author was describing the two main characters poised to engage in intercourse, I heard Paul yell from across the yard. I yelped in alarm and slammed my laptop shut. I took a deep breath, smoothed down my hair, and opened my curtains.

"Hello, Cindy. You look radiant today. Your skin is glowing like an angel."

That compliment--along with the knowledge that it was the lurid stories that had made my skin flush--made me blush even more. I felt tremendously guilty. Could he tell what I had been doing? Could God? Before I could stop myself, I answered him with a small fib.

"I was just reading the story of Genesis, and it made me think of you. I know how much you like the Garden of Eden."

"That's sweet. Maybe someday we'll have a garden of our own. How's the lockdown going over there?"

"Fine, I suppose."

"Anything interesting happening over in your room?"

The story I was reading was very interesting, but I certainly couldn't tell him about that. Jake was interesting, too, but I absolutely wouldn't tell Paul about me conversing with such a perverted man.

"No, I don't have anything I want to share. I just have a lot of homework."

"Are you enjoying your classes?"

"Yes."

"Which class is your favorite?"

"Creative writing." Why did I say that? Why didn't I pick a different class?

"Maybe you could write some stories for the children's ministry. I'm sure they'd love you to share some good stories in the Sunday School classroom."

"No, I'm not that good yet. I'm good at spelling, punctuation, and grammar, but I still need to make my stories more interesting. I need my study buddy to guide me and help me improve. How about you?"

"Well, at the risk of not sounding humble, I am doing very well in my accounting class. I'm getting all the answers correct." He turned his head and looked toward the door to his room. "Oh, I need to help my mother. Sorry. I've got to go. Bye."

"Goodbye, Paul."

*****

"Hello, Jake."

"Hello, Cindy. I'm eager to experience your next submission. I'm also eager to give you what I've got. Now, show me what you did for me."

As he read my story, I read his. This time, his story was full-on erotica, like the ones I had been reading earlier. Scenes like this made me perspire and pant...

"Wrap your hands around my neck and jump up," he said, in a low voice.

I grabbed him by the neck and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his hips. He held me up with his arms under my legs.

"Put me inside you." I inhaled sharply at his command. I held on to his neck with one hand and reached between us with my other. I grabbed his hard cock and aimed it at my hole. I rubbed his cockhead against my labia, coating it with my natural lubricant. My pussy was very wet; I was more than ready to accept him inside of me. I lowered my ass and held his dick in place. I felt him enter me, stretching my opening to accept his size. When he was inside me, I let go and grabbed his neck again with both arms. I set my ass down all the way till I hit his pubis, squealing as I felt him fill my cavity completely.

"Oh, shit," he muttered in a low, gravely groan. "Your pussy feels amazing."

"So does your cock. Now fuck me hard, please."

He began to bounce me on his cock. My legs flailed behind him and I grunted each time my pussy slammed against his body, forcing his dick all the way in. "I'm about to cum," he grunted breathlessly. "Where do you want it?"

"In," I whined. "Me," I panted.

I could only answer in single syllables because each time he bounced me on his cock, he practically knocked the wind out of me. "I...Want...You...To...Cum...In...Me...Do...It...Fuck!"

He pulled me in tight and held me in place. With a deep grunt, I felt his cock expand and then jerk. Each spasm of his dick shot a jet of ejaculate deep into my womb. When it stopped jerking, he groaned loudly.

I sat there, suspended in his arms, on the edge of my own orgasm. "Don't move!" I ordered. I reached in between us and started to rub my clitoris frantically. "Oh, shit! I'm going to cum too. Stay inside of me. I feel so full. Oh shit. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my... Unh! Unh! Unh, Ahhhh!" My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, as a flood of fluid leaked out around his shaft.

"Oh my god!" My body shuddered

When I finished reading, I looked up. Jake was staring at me. I realized that I was biting my lip and breathing heavily.

He smiled. "I can see that you liked it. A lot."

I wiped my forehead with my sleeve. "Well, yes. I mean no! I mean it was a good story. It was well written. But it was about s-e-x."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Jake! I, I, I... Let's not... Let's..." I was so flustered, I couldn't articulate my thoughts. "Maybe we should discuss my story, instead. Did you like what I wrote?"

"This is your best effort yet."

I was elated.

"But I still want more from you."

"Oh. What do you mean? I tried to spice it up, like you said. I even read those dirty stories you sent me. I had difficulty getting started, so I read them as research to give me ideas. That was a big step for me. I really tried. Did I disappoint you again?" My chin fell to my chest. "I really wanted you to like my story. I tried so hard to please you."

"I appreciate your efforts to please me. I truly do. But your romantic scenes don't seem authentic. It seems like some of your scenes were lifted from someone else's story."

"I certainly didn't copy them verbatim, but I do confess I did borrow heavily from them for inspiration. I had to! I haven't ever done any of those things, so I can't write what I know when it comes to s-e-x. I have to use other authors' writing in order to spice things up. I was trying to do what you said, but I didn't know how."

"First you copy Genesis and now you copy erotica. The professor won't tolerate plagiarism, you know."

"Oh, no! I didn't intend to cheat! Please forgive me. I realize now that I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. Please don't tell the professor! I'll delete those parts. I'll delete the entire story. I promise. I just don't know what to do! I feel so confused. Can you help me, please?

"I won't turn you in to the professor... if you do what I say."

"I promise. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can you imagine the preacher's daughter failing a class for plagiarizing erotica? That news would spread faster than the Coronavirus!"

"Oh, please no! That would ruin my life! I promise, I'll do anything you say if you keep this secret just between us."

"Very well. We can keep each other's secrets. Here's what I want. Are you ready?"

"Yes, please tell me. I'll do whatever you say."

"What I want you to do is improve your writing."

That surprised me. I thought he was going to demand...I don't know, something more. "Improve my writing? How? That's what I was trying to do and it got me in big trouble."

"You're not in trouble... yet. I'm going to help you to avoid getting in trouble."

"You will?"

"Yes, I will. But you have to do what I say."

"What do you want me to do?"

"To improve your writing, you need to write more interesting stories. And to do that, you must write from experience."

"I can't write what I know because I don't know much. I haven't had any interesting experiences to write about. All I've ever done is go to church and go to school. How can I write something as interesting as those erotica stories, when I haven't ever done anything like that?"

"Precisely. You've hit upon the crux of the problem, and in so doing, you've revealed the solution."

"I have?"

"Yes, you have. To write something interesting, you need to be interesting. In order to be interesting, you have to do interesting things. In order to write from experience, you need to have experience."

I was silent, as I contemplated what he was suggesting. "Do you mean that you want me to have s-e-x and then write about it?"

He smiled smugly. "Cindy, how would you describe a penis?"

"I wouldn't! I couldn't! I don't know how. I've never seen one."

"Exactly. Let's make it easier for you. How would you describe a breast?"

"I don't know. I've never tried..."

"But you have breasts, right? You've seen them, correct?"

My face turned even redder. "Of course, I have them! I've seen them, but I am not going to describe them to you. That wouldn't be appropriate."

"Cindy, every woman since Eve has had breasts and writers have been describing them since writing was invented. You can describe them, too. Now try."

I took a deep breath. "Well, they're round, and soft, and... I don't know. This is embarrassing."

"Tomorrow, I want you to write about a woman's body. You must include all the naughty bits--not just the breasts. I also want you to write about the lips, the ass, the vulva--the entire body. To do that, you have to look at a woman's body. Conveniently, you have a woman's body. And a lovely one at that."

I blushed at his forward and inappropriate compliment.

"And Cindy..." He paused. "I'm proud of you for making significant progress. But I still expect more from you. And you promised me to do what I said. Now I've told you what I want. Go do it. Goodnight, my dear."

I sat there in silence for a long time after he signed off. I knew what I had to do, but I didn't know if I could get myself to do it.

*****

Study Buddies Ch. 02

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