Study Buddies

Study Buddies Ch. 06:

The Woman in the Mirror

My creative juices begin to flow

Tags:

Non-consent

Reluctance

Domination

Submission

When I woke up the next day, I was too wracked with guilt to face my parents at breakfast, so I ate cereal in my room, while I caught up on my homework for my other classes. There was a new email from Jake. I froze. I was almost too afraid to open it, but I forced myself to read it because I was worried about what he might do if I didn't please him. It said:

Thanks for showing me everything at church yesterday. I especially enjoyed the Sunday School room. You are a very generous host and gave me a very thorough tour with a wonderfully personal touch. In appreciation, I'm sharing a little video with you. I know you'll enjoy watching it almost as much as you did starring in it.

Gratefully,

Your Study Buddy

PS Use this clip to inspire your next submission.

I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach as I stared at the attachment. I knew what it was, but I didn't know whether to open it or delete it. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on it.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand as I listened to myself beg Jake to have sexual relations with me. I was shocked to hear the obscene vulgarities emanate from my filthy mouth. And I was horrified to witness the sinful acts I committed with him. And, yet, I also had to admit that some part of me was intrigued by what I was watching. My hand slipped between my thighs almost on its own accord, and began rubbing my crotch, while I watched him take me on the screen. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Cindy! Yoohoo!"

I squeaked in alarm at hearing Paul's sing-song call from across the yard. I slammed my laptop closed, and yanked my hand out from between my legs.

"Coming!" I yelled back.Well, almost, I thought. I straightened myself out and went to the window.

"It's so nice to see you, Cindy. You are glowing again! You must be in a jovial mood. What's got you so worked up?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing really. I just had an idea for a story I'm writing. I felt a little bit of inspiration."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'm doing better in my writing class than I expected."

"That's wonderful news. I'd love to read one of your pieces."

"Oh, no! I'm not ready to share my writing with other people yet."

"But you share it with your writing partner, right?"

"Yes, but that's different. What we share with each other is intimate." That didn't come out right. "I mean confidential--just between the two of us."

"I guess I understand that. You have to establish a trusting rapport with a partner in order to take creative risks, after all. Well, he's a lucky man, then. I admit I feel a little jealous that he gets access to the private parts of you that I don't, but I get it. You two are partners in crime, after all."

You have no idea, I thought.

"Oh, that's my mom calling. I've got to go. I'll give you a holler later."

As I sat at the window, my mind drifted back to Jake and the video he'd sent. I was jolted out of my day dream by a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in."

"Cindy," said my mother, opening the door, "there's a young man from your college here for your session. He says he's your study buddy from your writing class."

Jake stepped into view behind my mother.

"Wha... what are you doing here?" I stammered.

"I know we said eleven o'clock, but I'm an early riser and I'm eager for us to get started. We have so much to do together."

"But what are you doingherein my house?" I was still in shock and didn't know how to make him go away without risking making him mad enough to tell my parents what happened between us.

"Oh, that!" interjected my mother. "That's our fault. Your father and I talked it over with Jake. We decided that since no one else has been in our house since the pandemic started, and since you two had already met in person at the church, that we really wouldn't be risking anything by allowing him in our little sanctuary. There's nothing to worry about. It's safe to let him inside."

Jake nodded in agreement. "It is awfully generous of you all to welcome me inside your intimate space. I really appreciate you giving Cindy and me the time and room to close the door, roll up our sleeves, and get busy in the privacy of her inner sanctum." He looked around my room. "I think this environment will be very conducive to us getting really deeply into it, don't you think, Cindy?"

I was speechless. All I could do was nod. I couldn't believe what was happening right in front of my own mother.

"Well then. I'll just leave you kids alone so you can get to it. Have fun you two!" My mother smiled at Jake, and closed the door behind her.

"I'm sure we will," Jake smirked.

"What on Earth are you thinking?!" I stage-whispered in outrage.

He deflected. "Did you watch the video I sent?"

I wanted to say no, but I couldn't get the lie out of my mouth. "I...I..."

"So you did watch it! Did you like it?"

"Okay, so I watched it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I liked it."

"Not necessarily, but you did like it, didn't you?"

"Well..."

"Cindy." He crossed the room until he stood directly in front of me. He clasped my shoulders in his hands.

I looked up into his eyes.

"Tell me honestly, did it turn you on to watch yourself sucking and fucking me?"

Shocked, my head nodded involuntarily. "Uh, you shouldn't be here right now. You should leave. I put my hands on his chest to push him toward the door.

He stood firm. "Okay, but then what would we say to your parents? How would we explain that you asked me to leave so soon? I don't know what we would say to them other than the truth." He looked at me with deadly serious eyes.

I froze.

"Don't you think it would be wiser for us to spend a significant amount of time together in your room so we can help you improve your writing? Hmm? Just like your parents expect us to?"

"You wouldn't dare say anything to my parents. Would you?"

He smiled. "Sit on the edge of your bed and open your laptop."

My eyes got big. I did exactly what he told me to do.

"Now, start composing."

I looked up at him. "What do you want me to write?"

"Write an engrossing story. Use the video as your inspiration. Now that you have experience, write what you know. I expect your composition to be much better than ever before--detailed, descriptive, and convincing."

"What are you going to do, while I write?"

"I'm going to coach you. I'll help push you through barriers when you get stuck." He sat down behind me.

I inhaled deeply and began to type. I felt him reading over my shoulder as I described the tour I'd given him of the church. Then I composed the dialogue between us, when he manipulatively seduced me. When I tried to describe him unbuttoning my dress, I hesitated.

"I see you've hit a bit of writer's block. Let me help get your creative juices flowing. Keep your fingers busy on the keyboard, while I refresh your memory." His arms encircled my torso from behind and his fingers grasped the top button of my blouse.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked.

"Shh. You don't want your parents to hear you."

I lowered my voice and repeated my question. "What are you doing?"

"I'm inspiring you. Keep writing. Don't take your hands off the keyboard." He unbuttoned the next button, revealing the beginning of my cleavage.

"You're distracting me. I can't write with you doing that!"

"How does it make you feel when I unbutton your blouse?"

"Nervous! That's how it makes me feel."

"Then write that."

I took a deep breath and typed:

I felt the pressure of his fingers on my chest. His touch was electric, sending electrical signals through my nerves to the tips of my nipples and the depth of my vagina. He nimbly released the first barrier between us, simultaneously releasing the butterflies in my stomach.

He unbuttoned another button. "Good. You're finding your voice. Keep going." His already deep voice sounded even lower.

I resumed typing.

My breathing grew more rapid and my heart began to pound harder in my chest with each button he released. I didn't know if I wished I had more buttons to protect my chastity from this predatory man, or fewer buttons to hasten the impending debauchery. I was scared that I might actually want him to hurtle us towards sin.

'Here in church?' I protested. 'In the Sunday School room? That's blasphemous!'

I heard the words in the distance, like they were spoken by someone else. Another girl. An innocent. Someone who objected to what was happening. But I knew that someone wasn't me. The words I heard objected to being undressed, but the tone said,

'Keep going. Strip me bare. Ravage me.'

The tone transformed the meaning of the words. The other girl, the girl who objected, was fading. The new girl--me--sounded willing, eager. The primal tone sounded like it came from me. It was coming from me, from somewhere deep inside of me. And I knew he could hear me.

"Beautiful. Express yourself freely. Let the story pour from you."

I took a deep breath and my fingers began to tap the keys faster.

As he pulled the front of my dress open, I felt a wild array of emotions. Shame turned my skin red. Fear of judgment made me want to cover up. Excitement made me anticipate what was coming next. Desire caused me to want more. I wanted him to hurry. I need him now.

He pulled the front of my dress open, and pulled it down my shoulders. I lifted my left arm off the keyboard so he could slide the sleeve off. Then I did the same with my right arm. I sat there in my bra.

"You're so cooperative," he observed. "Continue writing. Let your imagination give the story life." His voice was gravely. His tone was confident and authoritative.

I didn't think to question him. He told me what to do, so I did what he said. My fingers heeded his direction and resumed their task.

He deftly unfastened my bra, and my breasts swelled toward him, seeking his embrace. My nipples hardened under his lustful gaze. I half-heartedly implored them to shrink and hide, but they insisted on basking in his lecherous appreciation. My brain said it was wrong, I shouldn't react this way, but my body refused to heed my head. I was secretly thrilled to see him look at me, to be the object of his desire. He must think I'm pretty. I reveled at his attention and wanted more of it.

"You want to write more because you have an audience that wants more from you. You want to please your reader. Give him everything you have."

I nodded in agreement, licked my lips, and swallowed. My fingers typed faster.

I shivered as his rough hands slid down my bare torso, pausing at the elastic waistband of my panties. I felt scared at what I knew was going to happen next. But I wanted him to do it. I knew it was wrong, but part of me wanted him to expose me in all my hypocritical lust. He pulled my panties over the swell of my ass. I felt ashamed and self-conscious as my most private part came into view of his salacious gaze.

"Lift for me," he directed.

My hips rose off the bed on their own accord as I kept typing.

He pulled the thin fabric off of me. My legs fell open to him. I closed my eyes but I knew he was looking intently at my hidden core. I felt a drop of liquid seep out from between my labia and trickle down my taint. I heard him moan and it filled my heart with pride, knowing that I was pleasing him.

"I'm going to taste you."

'Taste me?'I typed. 'You want to put your tongue in my dirty hole?'

"Yes, I'm going to lick your pussy until you squirm."

How did he answer my unspoken question? Can he hear my most intimate thoughts? Does this man know my secrets? Does he sense what I so desperately want? My legs spread wider to facilitate his access to me without me willing them to. On their own accord, my hips rose higher. My body had taken control and my head could only observe helplessly, still passively pretending to object.

"Tell me you want me."

'Oh, how I want you to want me. Please lick my pussy.' He kneeled at the edge of the bed, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. 'Ah!' I squealed upon contact. My legs clamped shut against the sides of his head, holding him in place. He continued to lick up the length of my slit, and then swirled the tip of his tongue around my engorged clitoris.

In a muffled voice, he asked, "Do you like that? Do you want more of that?"

'Yes,' I pleaded. 'Yes, give me more. Please give me more. That feels divine. Keep licking my pussy.' Upon hearing my wonton entreaties, I covered my mouth with my hand. What was I saying? 'Ah!' He squeezed my clitoris between his soft lips and the sensation made me moan aloud. I stuck my fist in my mouth to muffle the salacious sounds. I felt my womb begin to surge. A wave welled up within me. Release was coming...

Jake lifted his head and looked at me. His face was wet with a mixture of his saliva and my juices.

"Oh, my god!" I stared back at him between my legs. "Why did you stop? I was about to climax. Did I do something wrong? I was doing my best to write while you were doing that. But it is quite challenging to concentrate. I probably have a bunch of typos..."

"No one cares about the typos. But, no, you didn't do anything wrong. But you're about to do something else right. Now you can write firsthand about getting your pussy eaten." He smiled, his face soaked by my fluids. "But I also want you to be able to write about getting fucked. Turn around and get on your elbows and knees."

I did as he directed.

"Now put your laptop in front of you on the bed and resume typing."

Knowing he was behind me with my rear end open and on display was humiliating. It also filled me with eager anticipation. I knew what he was going to do to me. He made me wait in this degrading position while he undressed. I turned to look back at him. His shirt was off and he was unbuckling his belt. My tongue licked my upper lip. My God! What a magnificent specimen of a man he is! And he is here to take me, to make me his.

"Turn around and wait patiently like a good girl," he intoned. "I want you to be writing the entire time."

"Yes, sir." I looked back at the screen and my fingernails began to click on the keys.

My bottom was open and exposed. I was naked and vulnerable. I knew what was coming but there was nothing I could do to stop it. Or, maybe there was nothing I wanted to do to stop it. Maybe I wanted him to ravage me. Maybe I wanted him to defile me in my own home. Maybe I wanted him to take me while my parents sat nearby thinking that their chaste daughter was studying like a...

"Good girl. You are so obedient, doing everything I say."

'Everything and anything for you, sir.' I felt the slightest touch against my delicate flower. It made me gasp. The pressure was ever so gentle. At first, I pulled away, surprised by what I had been waiting for, what had finally arrived. Then I leaned back into it, wanting to feel it again. His strong hands gripped my hips and held me in place.

"I am in control. I will decide how you take my cock."

'Mmhmm.' I accepted his declaration of terms, and submitted to his control, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do to me. My body was still, except for my rapid breathing and fingers flying recklessly over the keyboard. The tip of his penis returned to my opening. 'Yes, please,' I whispered. I wasn't sure if he heard me, but I heard me. I heard how my language had changed. I no longer objected; rather, I was wanting, needing, begging. This time for real. He pressed forward, my slippery folds yielding easily to his steady force. His hardness pressed against my softness in a gloriously erotic contrast. His fullness pushed insistently inside my needy emptiness, stretching my yielding tissue, with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. I worried that my delicate little tunnel would be insufficient to accommodate his girth. While I lacked any basis for comparison, he felt too large for me to accept easily.

"Breathe deeply and relax your muscles. Your wonderfully magical body will find a way to take all of me. Just accept me, then your vagina will stretch to accommodate me."

I took a deep breath and he eased further, deeper. The pain subsided and the warmth spread. I felt filled and fulfilled. His shape completed my shape, complementing each other perfectly.

"Good girl. You've taken all of me. I'm so proud of you."

I beamed. He couldn't see my face, but I knew he could feel how grateful I was for his gift. Yes, he was debasing me, but he was also bringing me to a new world, opening my eyes to a new perspective. He was bringing me to a revelation! As he opened my body to him, he also opened my mind to new ways to be in the world. He began to slowly pull out and then push back in again. Each time he thrusted, he grunted in primal pleasure and I whimpered in heavenly ecstasy. I could feel my heart beating faster and beads of perspiration were glistening all over my body. My breath was coming in gasps and the pitch of my voice was rising higher and higher. I could feel an explosion building, a divine force welling up from somewhere deep inside.

My fingers could no longer type. My eyes could no longer focus. I could barely breathe. "Jake... Jake..." I panted.

"Tell me what you want," he grunted.

"I want to be careful," I whimpered. "This feels so decadent, so good. It feels like my body is about to burst."

"Let it. Cum for me."

"But my parents, my fiancé...my...Jake, please!"

"You are here with me now. No one else. Just you and me. Let go. Let it happen. Explode for me. Cum!"

"Oh, Jake!"

That was all it took. His mandate unleashed the flood gates. As soon as the words left his lips and entered my ears, he gave permission to my vagina, and it responded explosively. My muscles clenched his cock and my body shuddered. I moaned loudly and my limbs shook. My pussy pulsed and my voice quivered. "Ahh!"

"Oh, shit! I'm going to cum, too."

He suddenly pulled his cock out of my pussy, making me gasp in disappointment as the aftershocks continued. He pushed me onto my back, knocking the laptop aside. My arms flew above my head and my legs splayed open. He gripped his hard dick in his fist and furiously stroked it up and down. His muscles tensed all over his body, rippling in a breathtaking display of primal, masculine strength. He held his breath and grimaced.

Then, suddenly, his cock jerked and ejaculate spewed in the air, landing on my breasts and stomach. He groaned with each spasm, until the white, creamy goo dribbled over his knuckles and dripped onto my belly.

I lay in front of him, both of us panting. My eyes flitted between staring at his pulsing member and seeking direction in his face. His skin was covered by a sheen of sweat and his muscular chest heaved. He looked so manly that I felt both frightened of his power, and yet, yearned to be held in his protective arms.

His penis slowly began to deflate. I was sad to see it retreat. He wiped his gooey hand on my thigh. "I need to go before your parents become suspicious. You're off to a promising beginning to your story, and I've given you enough material to finish. Send it to me tonight. I'll critique it, but then I want you to begin work on the next chapter."

Study Buddies Ch. 06

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