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Anathema
by Kathy B.



     The bell rang and the familiar clatter of students trying to escape my
class began. "Whoa, everybody! Sit down." With a groan, they sank back into
their seats and looked at me impatiently. I waited for the noise to die down.

     "I'm going to be at a conference tomorrow so you'll be working with a sub.
You'll be taking your vocab test the first half of the period, then writing the
final draft of your poem. Please don't disappoint me with your behavior. I'd
hate to assign another term paper this quarter, but I can if you act up.
Good-bye."

     As they whooped and jostled their way out of my room, Lisa approached me.
"I don't understand why you gave me such a bad grade on my essay."

     I took her paper and scanned it. "Well, it is actually written pretty
well, although your introduction is a little weak. The main problem is your
conclusion; it's simply not true."

     "But you told us to write a persuasive essay, supporting a point of view.
I did what you told me and I did it well. You said so yourself. How can you
give me a 65?"

     "I gave you a 65 because you claimed that a homosexual experience is a
natural, normal experience, even for heterosexuals. That's loathsome and
disgusting. I can understand people who are attracted to their own sex but when
you imply that a well-adjusted heterosexual would enjoy gay or lesbian sexif
the opportunity came up, you've gone too far."

     Lisa stamped her foot in frustration. "That's not fair. Just because you
don't like what I said, I get a lousy grade. If I'd said the NRA should shoot
all the queers, you'd give me a 100 because you think the same thing."

     "Lisa, now you're being silly. You're paper was well written but your
arguments are simply not acceptable. Now, I need to leave and you're late for
class. I'll see you when I come back." Without waiting for a pass, Lisa angrily
stomped from the room.

     I sighed. It was good that I'd be out of class tomorrow. Lisa could be
difficult when she was angry but she'd calm down by the time I returned.

     It was a three hour drive to the hotel room so I was exhausted by the time
I got there. After checking in, I took a nap and awoke around seven feeling
refreshed. Nothing was scheduled for the conference tonight so I decided I'd
just eat a quick meal, then come back to my room and read. I had a book I'd
been dying to finish anyway.

      I was on my way back to my room after supper when I passed the bar and
heard the soft strains of a blues trio inside. I love that type of music so I
decided I'd stop in for a quick drink. The bar was surprisingly full for a
week-night but I slipped onto a stool at the bar.

     The music was so good that I wound up staying for several hours, nursing a
couple of drinks. From time to time I chatted with various people sitting
beside me but for the most part I was in my own world. Late in the evening I
found myself sitting beside a tall, tanned history teacher from Kingston. He
introduced himself as Brian and asked me if I was enjoying the music.

     "I love it. They're very good. I hate to say it but I don't think I've
heard a live band in over ten years. I've forgotten how nice it is."

     "You ought to get out more. Why did you stop going?" Brian asked.

     I smiled. "I got married and had children. At first I thought we just had
to stay home while they were in diapers, then we could have a life again. But
we went from diapers to preschool to youth soccer to scouts to school plays to
band, and on and on and on. I never realized having kids meant having no time
to yourself."

     Brian laughed. "Tell me about it. I'm divorced. The only time I see my
girls is on the weekend, which means I do nothing else. I haven't gone out on a
date in three years."

     "Wow. That must be difficult." I looked him over. It was easy to see that
Brian would have no trouble finding a date. I estimated his age at about
thirty-five but it's hard to tell with men sometimes. It was obvious from his
powerful forearms and thick chest that he worked out. His face looked like it
belonged on a Greek statue and he had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.

     I couldn't believe how easy he was to talk to. Before I knew it, we'd sat
there for two hours, exchanging life stories. I told him some things I've never
told anyone else. I don't know if it was the drinks or Brian or just knowing I
was far from home, but when he asked me back to his room, I looked into those
blue eyes and nervously agreed.

     When I saw Brian's body, I was in awe. This man was a god. He was
completely tanned except for a narrow patch of white at his waist. His muscles
were sharply defined and I couldn't help running my hands over his chest,
feeling the strength and power under his skin. My eyes looked down past his
washboard stomach. When he gently pressed on my shoulders I sank to my knees in
front of his crotch.

     His cock was beautiful too. Half-hard, it looped lazily over a large set
of testicles and pointed toward the floor I knew what he wanted me to do.

     "I've never done anything like this before," I stammered. "I'm happily
married..."

     "Shhh," he cautioned me. "It's ok. We're the only ones here. Nobody needs
to know. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, though. Do you want
to leave?"

     I shook my head. I wanted to stay. I reached timidly for his cock and felt
it immediately thicken. Leaning in, I kissed the head and felt the heat against
my lips. I slipped my tongue from between my lips and ran it around the rim of
his helmet, making Brian groan in pleasure. He tasted wonderful and I sucked
the head of his cock into my mouth.

     Before I knew it his cock was hard. It was thick and powerful, like the
rest of his body. It stood out proudly from his body, curving gracefully upward
from his balls. I dipped my head under his cock and licked those heavy sacks,
feeling his scrotum tighten as my tongue probed.

     "Oh, that's great," Brian gasped as I kissed my way back up the underside
of his cock and polished the head until it shone in the dim light. "Take it in
your mouth. Suck it all the way in."

     Wanting to please him, I opened my mouth and pushed it down over his cock.
I slid a couple of inches in with the first push, then pulled back and tried
again. As I sucked on his cock, I cupped his balls in my hand. It took me a few
minutes but eventually I was able to take his entire cock into my mouth. I'd
slide my mouth all the way down to the base then push my tongue out so it
lapped against his groin. As I pulled back up to the end of his prick, I'd
swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and tickle the end.

     It wasn't long before I felt his knees tremble and he clutched my head. I
knew what was coming. I sucked his cock deep as I felt it twitch and hot liquid
shot against the back of my throat. I gulped furiously as Brian pumped his cum
into me. When he finished, I gently licked him clean. As I sagged to the
carpet, he slid down beside me.

     "That was great. I haven't had a blowjob like that in years. Give me a
minute to rest and I'll return the favor."

     Later, after I'd bucked in orgasm, we lay together on the bed, sweaty and
exhausted. I stared quietly at the lights from passing cars as they flashed on
the ceiling. Brian looked over at me.

     "Penny for your thoughts."

     I considered. "I'm thinking I need to see one of my students on Monday. I
gave her a grade she didn't deserve, because of my own biases. Tonight was a
real eye-opener. Wonderful, but also very enlightening."

     Brian smiled in the darkness. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jim."

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