This is a continuation of the story The Perfect Tutor for Lauren. You should start there. The second part is Failing the Practice Exam has Consequences for Lauren.
“So you going to tell the completion of your little adventure tonight?” Jimmy yelled at us sarcastically as he dug beer from my fridge.
“Fine, I’ll tell you the rest what happened,” I said. “But Steve you got to get those cards dealt first.”
Take-Out was located right next to the cafeteria in the center of the dorm. Normally it was a 10 walk, but that night I ended up walking right past the door. The events of the evening and the evening two months ago kept well distracted.
What was wrong with Lauren? Or rather what was so right about her? Was something wrong with me? She is damn cute, and has a sexy ass. Why do I just want to spank it? Does she OK with me doing it? Am I OK with doing it?
I returned to the room with Doritos, two giant chocolate chips cookies, 3 sub sandwiches and a bottle of Coke about 40 minutes after I left. I had spent most of the time just wandering around the snack shop aimlessly as I reran the nights events over and over in my head.
Lauren was still kneeling on the floor, bent forward scribing on the practice exam. Scribing would be an overstatement. Her hand writing was horrible. It was like she had already took the handwriting course they sent all doctors to.
I sat the snacks on the cabinet and tossed the sandwiches into the mini-fridge for later. 10:21 read the alarm clock next to the TV. She should be just about done. No sooner had I turned around than she held up the completed exam.
“Well, lets see if you did better this time,” I took the exam and sat down at my desk. I fished out the key from among the mess of folders and papers then quickly went through her answers. She had stood up, and leaned over my shoulder and I marked up the exam. This was extremely annoying, but what could I really say? Move your naked booty back? I didn’t want her things to end just quite yet.
I finished the last question, marking correct. I turned towards her and flipped through the pages to count up her score. Oddly this time she got all the problems she got wrong the first time correct and missed two of the easier problems she got correct the first time.
“Eight out of ten correct. Better but still not good enough. I know can do better than this, especially when we just went through the same problems and you had no problem answering them.” I paused to figure out a new way to cover the material so she would learn it correctly.
“I know. I guess your going to spank me again,” she interrupted my lecture, “Please no more with the hairbrush, what about something else, like hmmm..” She glanced around my room, eventually coming to rest on a pair of jeans with a leather belt still in its loops. “What about that belt instead?”
I was at a lost for words. Was she telling me to spank her with my belt? I was intending on just going back through the material again. “Ah, its OK. We can go back through the material.”
“I deserve it though. Our deal was one set earlier for not doing my homework then another for each problem I got wrong.”
“OK, but how am I supposed to spank you with the belt over my lap?” Logistics were going to be a problem.
“Am supposed to do everything,” she quibbled, “you are the one punishing me.” She placed her hands on her bare hips and tilted her head to the side.
A complete change in attitude to the contrite girl who stood before me mere seconds earlier. Was she trying to provoke me? “Fine, over the back of the chair, oh and drop your panties to your ankles.”
“Yes sire.” she answered looking down at the floor once again. She had to be playing with me. Well let the games begin. The games have been good so far.
Lauren waddled the three steps to the chair then leaned forward, pressing the semi-padded backrest into her stomach. Pressing her knees released the tension on the elastic, allowing her remaining visage of modesty to fall. Even an hour after her encounter with hairbrush, I was amazed pinkness of her bottom. I was again drawn to how sexy she looked.
“I’m ready sir,” she purred, adjusting her hips slightly to get more comfortable.
I took up the belt by the buckle with my right hand and got into position to her left. I pulled it back, and the end whipped around by back, slapping my left side. This is going to be way too long. Started to coil it around my right hand when I got the great idea of just holding both ends and using the center to spank her. This would double over the belt, but make it considerably more manageable. Looping the end through the buckle left me with about half a meter beyond my hand hold.
CRACK! “Opp! One!” She yelp as I brought the doubled over belt solidly, though without much force, across her pink bottom.
CRACK! “Ekks! two!” The belt landed across the center of her bottom again, deepening the redness.
CRACK! “Ouuuuch! three!” I aimed lower this time, striking at the junction of bottom and thigh.
I repeated over and over, until she hit 18 then I decided she needed a break. I laid the belt on the desk then knelt down to take a closer look at her bottom. She stayed laying over the back of the chair, expecting another swat any moment. I brushed my fingers over the surface, feeling the heat radiate off. She responded to my touch with a short gasp followed by a slow moan.
Her hips wiggled as I traced over the red splotches then moved downwards to her thighs. One touch was all it took for her to part her thighs giving me direct access to her most intimate parts. The fragrance hit me first, sweet like cane sugar with tones of muskiness and vanilla. I couldn’t resist stroking two fingers along her open lips.
“Uh yea. more,” she moaned, bucking her hips gently. One pass coated my fingers in her juices. She wanted more and I was not going to deny her again.
I glided back to her pussy, circling it and covering my fingers before returning up front to fiddle with her clit. I slide over the top, then crossed back over before running a circle around her bud. She rocked her hips back and forth to more, stronger contact. Her breathing quickened to short loud pats.
The angle soon got to my hand, causing my palm to start cramping. I couldn’t stop with her so close though. I stood up to get better leverage. The new position placed my palm squarely over her pussy while my fingers played with her clit. She took it as an opportunity to buck harder, driving her pussy into the heal of my palm.
“Uh yea, yea! Fuck me!” she cried. I shimmied my hand over her clit faster.
“FUCK ME!” she yelled. Keeping my right hand playing with her, I reached my left hand over to my desk, and pulled opened the top drawer. A little aerobatics and I had the condom package out and into my teeth. “PLEASEEE, FUCK ME NOW!” she yelled, quite loudly.
I kept up the manual manipulation while I freed myself with the other hand. A quick tug of my teeth deposited the latex jacket in my hand. It took all my coordination to roll the rubber down my shaft with one hand while keeping up the rhythm with the other. I got ready and moved into position only to find I was pointed at the top of her ass. DAMN! I slide my hand backwards, splitting my fingers to keep one on either side of her lips. Once her opening was uncovered, I lifted while dipping my knees and lined us up.
“Yeeks!” she cried when I lifted her up and slightly forward over the chair. I eased her hips down, burying myself a quarter way into her. “Ahh, ooowwww,” she half moaned, half cried. Damn she was tight. I don’t recall ever being as tight. She pulled up then pushed herself more onto me. “Ahhhhooouucch!” she cried. She clearly in a bit of pain.
“You ok?” I asked, trying to stay completely still.
“Yea, just don’t stop.” she moaned, working her hips up and down as much as she could. I didn’t need any more prompting. Holding her hips, I pulled out as far as I could then thrust back in, driving into the wet vice. Over and over again, I thrusted in. Long strong thrusts lead me to the bottom. I pulled almost out then drove hard in, firmly planting my hips against her ass. “Ahhh” she cried out when I felt her cervix wrap around my head.
I pulled out then leaned forward over her back and thrusted slowly in. This must have blew her mind because she started humping her hips on my shaft. “That’s is, don’t stop” she gasped. Another long slow thrust, ripping over the front of her vagina. Then another and another. A few quick strokes then a slow hard one sent her over the edge into organismic ecstasy. She locked down on my dick, trying to prevent me from moving as her body shook.
I was a little bit of a jerk and kept going at it even as she peaked, causing new waves to crash over her. I could only give her a few more thrusts before the sensations over came me also. She laid lifeless over the chair, awash in organismic afterglow. I leaned back upright and let my hips have a mind of their own. A dozen fast strokes brought her back to the peak and I filled the condom as she shook with one final cascade. She twitched with each pulse of cum. Amazing does not do it justice.
I collapsed over her back while I regained my senses. She didn’t seem to care. She gave me sensations I never knew existed. Amazing does not do it justice. I wish I’d met Lauren years ago.
Eventually I relaxed enough to slip out of her, though she still held the end of the condom inside her. I grabbed my hand around the condom and myself then pulled it out. I deposited the latex in the trash as Lauren tried to get to her feet. I could see her strength had yet to return so I swooped her up and laid her out on the futon. Two pillows from my bed and we were spooning, face to face, on the futon. She pulled her body against mine, purring into my chest. She must’ve liked it as much as I.
We relaxed for a while before she broke the silence. “Can I stay the night?” she asked timidly.
I surely wasn’t going to kick a beauty like Lauren out of my bed. “Of course. Are you comfortable enough?”
“Yea, but I am getting a little cold,” she answered. I pulled the blanket on the back of the futon down over us, checking to make sure it fully covered her feet. She went back to purring into my chest and I started to drift off to sleep. I was just about to dreamland when she asked, “is it always like that?”
I wasn’t sure if it was the sleepiness or what, but I did not understand what she was asking. “What do you mean?”
“Sex, is it always that wonderful feeling?”
Some reason Junior overrode logic. I smiled as I responded, “with me it is.”
What was she getting at? Was she a virgin? “Wait, are you a virgin?” I asked. That seemed really dumb the moment it came out. She couldn’t be a virgin, we just had sex.
“Yea, err I mean I was.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Wow. I’d never been with a virgin before. Even my first had more experience than me. “Because you are better than any other girl I’ve been with.”
“Thank you.” She planted a light kiss on my lips. Our first actual kiss.
“Damn, why didn’t get stay with her instead getting with Mary?” Steve asked rounding up the cards.
“Ah, that was college.” I quipped.
Ding dong went the alarm, indicating that someone had entered the house. Mary must have arrived back home from her girls night out.
“Honey! I’m home!” Mary called out, walking into the family room. “How are you doing?”
“Good,” trying to downplay the huge stack of chips in front of me.
“Good, he’s wiping he floor with us. Good thing that story of yours in finally over. Now we can win some.” Jimmy remarked, tossing in a small blind.
“What story?” Mary asked.
“Oh nothing,” I answered quickly.
“Nothing? He was telling us about this hot piece of ass he got as a TA in college, and to top it off, she had this spanking fetish.” John answered, much to my chagrin.
“What girl…oh” Mary started to ask, then realizing the answer, she began to blush and quickly left the room.
“You jerk!” I said as I raised by 150.
“What doesn’t she know about Lauren?” John poked back.
“Oh she knows about her.””Wait, isn’t Mary’s middle name Lauren?” Jimmy asked.