College Interruptus

Chapter Sixteen

Evening Snack

Christine seemed like a different girl on Monday. She walked with her head held high; she looked me directly in the eye when I asked her a question and for some reason her classmates noticed the difference. There were even a couple subtle advances as if to be friends, especially by Julia Whittier.

It was more than two weeks since I devirginated Julia Whittier and although I truly wanted to have her again I was afraid. My Friday night flirtation with Christine Hansen had taken me dangerously close to doing it again but now that Irene was available I should be safe.

Thursday evening was miserable, windy and rainy and cold and maybe a harbinger of oncoming winter. I warmed myself with scotch, noting that I must soon order some more when the ding ding of my doorbell rang.

“My God Christine! You’re soaked!” I exclaimed when I opened the door to find the Hansen girl dressed only on her school uniform shuddering and dripping under the downpour. I pulled her inside and snapped off the light. Hopefully on a night like this nobody would see anything.

“Sit down…I’ll get a towel,” and I led the drenched girl to the sofa where we’d had such a hot time six days ago. Her luscious breasts showed under her wet blouse in virtual naked detail and with the cold her nipples were sticking out like large caliber bullets.

“I…I…I’m shorry Mr. Ashpen,” she shivered and stammered, her words slurred by her shivers. “I know I’m not s’posed to come here but…like… hannh,” and she dissolved into sobs.

I sat beside her, put my arms around her and she buried her face in my chest as she sobbed. “You’ll get pneumonia in these wet clothes, Christine. Come to my bedroom and you can change into my robe while I put your things in the dryer.”

“Hanh…all right,” she sniffled and followed me. My terry cloth robe was too big for her and it was held together by only a loose belt but it would serve the purpose. I stood with my back to her while she took off her clothes and donned the robe and then I headed for the dryer.

“Can we wait in here Mr. Aspen. It’s warmer here…I like it.”

“Whatever you want sweetie,” I replied and when I came back she was seated on the edge of the wide bed, still shivering from her exposure.

“You should take a hot shower Christine…you’re still chilled. I’ll get you a fresh towel and as soon as I brought the towel my shapely schoolgirl, with a look if gratitude, went to the shower stall off the bedroom. She glanced back over her shoulder as if to ensure that I was leaving the room.

“Now Christine, what’s the matter? How can I help?” The damp but now warm girl, fresh from the hot shower was sitting on the edge of my bed as I sat with an arm protectively around her. At least I was telling myself I was being protective.

“Hannh. Hanhh,” she sobbed in a new paroxysm. “Hold me Mr. Aspen. I’m so ashamed.”

“What do you have to be ashamed about Christine,” I consoled, my arms holding her close, her warm face pressed to my chest which was now bare since my robe had opened.

“It’s her…and Reverend Whittier. They’re not praying. I saw them tonight. In bed,” and her body jerked and squirmed at the recollection. “They’re sinners.”

“Don’t be too hasty Christine…they’re being like God made them. Maybe your Dad spends too much time with Mrs. Gonzales…and the Reverend is consoling your mother. She’s a beautiful woman…but not as beautiful as you…but she needs love.”

“But? But? Oh Mr. Aspen. You make things sound so good.”

My gorgeous schoolgirl was looking at me with her big, blue, tear-filled eyes and an expression of complete trust on her face. Just one kiss would be all right I rationalized. If I kiss her and help her quench her adolescent libido she will better understand her mother’s infidelity.

“Can I kiss you again, Christine? That was the most wonderful kiss of my life last Friday.

“Please Mr. Aspen…..please do.”

This time there was hardly any preliminary before her mouth was opened wide and she was sucking on my tongue. Her arms were around my neck and as we tongue-wrestled our robes opened and her big, firm breasts were rubbing nakedly on my hairy chest.

“What were your Mom and the Reverend doing Christine?”

“Hanh…didn’t see…they were upside down.”

As if trying to blank out what she saw the girl’s mouth assaulted mine hungrily and I slipped my hands under her robe to caress her bare back.

“Upside down?”

“Mom’s head was at his…at his…waist? And his was…like? I don’t know what saw?”

“That’s a special kiss Christine…not really adultery.” I slid my lips down from the girl’s luscious, sweet mouth, across her flawless, teenage neck and found the delightful swell of her right breast. When the broad of my tongue licked the tip of her breast the areola crinkled instantly and swelled out like a small cone that blended to the thick, rubbery nipple projecting therefrom.

“Oh! Oh my!” She cried out and as I eased her down on the bed on her back she was totally acquiescent. I opened her robe fully to bare her body from her large, high titmounds across her barely convex belly to the wispy frizzles of her sparse pubic hair. What a contrast I thought to Irene’s hirsute adornment.

Fifteen year old Christine Hansen lay tense but unresisting as my lips traversed her ripe, young body. My hands moved under her perfectly formed little bottom,

My innocent schoolgirl lay tense but unresisting as I gently explored her shapely ass, cupping and squeezing the pneumatic hemispheres, then tracing the outline of her lush ass, then along the crack between those sweet cheeks.

“Do you mind Christine…can I feel your lovely body?”

”Mmmm….yes Mr. Aspen…it’s all right.”

I explored every inch of her naked body while our mouths meshed in a sloppy, tongue-tangling kiss. Her bulging, swollen nipples felt perfect, in fact exquisite. Her alabaster neck, her smooth soft chest, her convex little tummy, her shapely legs were all available to me and I was sure that more was mine to caress but I couldn’t, not with her.

“I shouldn’t be doing this but can I kiss you all over Christine… everywhere.”

“Mmmm…anything you want Mr. Aspen,” she sighed as her soft, sweet mouth one more engulfed my tongue.

The lovely adolescent whimpered in complaint as I broke off our kiss and my lips traced a path down over her soft neck to her thickly-nippled breasts and then down over her navel. I felt her tense as my mouth neared her lightly fuzzed mons and once more she whimpered but this was a whimper of anticipation.

The soft skin of her pulpy labia yielded to the gentle pressure of my tongue and it elicited a sharp gasp from her. I cautiously inserted my middle finger into her little vagina and it was wet and soft to the touch, with a softly yielding texture, designed by nature to massage my throbbing prick but that was not to be or so I convinced myself.

Breaking myself away from the juicy softness of her immature pussy I once more kissed her sweet mouth and felt the response as she sucked my tongue into her warm oral cavity.

“Have you been kissed there before sweetie?”

“Nah! No!”

“Not even by a girl?”

“Huh? Who? Do girls do this?”

“Mmm hmmm sweetie…if they’re good friends,” and quickly I shifted my body lower, shrugging off my robe so I’d be able to have flesh to flesh contact with her lovely body. My hungry tongue moves to the crest of her pussy. The texture of her soft skin against my tongue was heavenly and as I licked the oily slickness of her lubricated pussy she spread her legs wide apart allowing room for my head.

“Whanh?” she whimpered softly as I got her legs lifted over my shoulders, my hands filled with the firm bulbousness of her ass. She was open now, open and completely vulnerable. “Haannnhh,” my little schoolgirl sighed as my tongue slid slowly from her puckered little anal rosebud and along the puffy, hairless slit to dip briefly between the pink inner lips. The gateway to ultimate bliss. Then quickly I licked higher, flicking the flap of her monk’s hood and feling the hardness of her clitoris.

“Hanh! Sir! Mr. Aspen!” Christine cried out when I wrapped my lips around her little erectile and alternately sucked it and titillated it with my tongue. Holding her by her lovely ass I tilted her and then thrust my tongue into her cunt, stretching it as far as I could, swirling it and as my saliva and her juices flooded her slit I moved a finger to her anus.

“Sirrr…hanh…Mr. Aspen…hanh…sirrr,” the girl repeated over and over with ever increasing tempo, her words muffling into loud pantings and moans. Her legs writhed and her hips rocked and then I felt her begin to cum. Her pulpy, mushy cunt bulged out, the labia spasming as her cries dissolved into a soft wail. She grabbed my head and forced my face harder into her pussy pudding and her thighs locked around my neck in a stranglehold.

With a gasping sigh she released her hold on me and I moved over her, supporting my upper body away from hers and looking down at her completely exposed and defenseless young body.

Christine’s high, firm breasts were heaving and quivering, her belly was twitching and twittering and I could see her cuntflesh moving spasmodically in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Mr. Aspen…hanh…oohhh sirrr,” she moaned and then I saw her look down to my rigid tool, it’s veined thickness only inches from her helpless cunt, pre-cum drooling from the tip to drip wetly on her nearly hairless mons.

“Are you gong to?” she asked, her voice quavering with apprehension.”

“Am I going to what, Christine?”

“To do it? To go all the way?”

“You mean, am I going to fuck you don’t you?”

“Yeh…yes,” she replied timidly and I was pleased that she had made no effort to close her legs. It gave me a delightful sense of power. This delectable little morsel, probably a virgin, was ready to let me fuck her.

“No my dear. I want to but you’re too young…and I’m your schoolteacher.”

“You can Mr. Aspen. I won’t tell. Will it hurt?”

“You’re driving me insane Christine. Yes, it would hurt you if I did it but I’m not going to. You’ve already given me tremendous pleasure by letting me kiss you.”

“But? Like…what about you? Can’t I do something for you?” As she timidly asked the question the girl’s right hand reached down to gingerly touch my cock. Then, when I didn’t stop her, her other hand reached down too. Instinctively she wrapped her hands around me and began to milk me.

“Do you know what’s going to happen if you keep on doing that?”

“No. Will you get mad?”

“I won’t get mad but when I cum I’m messier than when you do…and you’re going to make me cum.”

Christine bit her lower lip in concentration as she pumped my with full length strokes, her hands getting slippery from the pre-cum and then it was too much.

“Don’t stop Christine…don’t stop!” I said urgently and her eyes widened as she felt my cock swell and buck in her hands and then spurt after spurt of creamy gism jetted from my tool onto her belly but she didn’t stop. Like a milkmaid she stripped the last of my semen onto her tender flesh and I imagined how it would have been had I been pumping it inside her.

“Wow. Awesome. If you’d done it…fucked me…would you have shot that up inside me?”

“Yes sweetie…and there’s nothing I’d rather do…but we’re not going to. It’s getting late so you better get washed off. Your clothes are dry now and I can lend you a raincoat to get home with.

“I’ll be sixteen in two weeks. Will I be old enough then?”

“I’ll still be your schoolteacher so it doesn’t matter.”

The rain had stopped but I watched the schoolgirl as long as he could.