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Bela
by Tunefulbob (tunefulbob@yahoo.com)

***

A professor and his former protege, a beautiful young 
graduate student, meet again, each secretly in love 
with the other. Together, they find warmth, love and 
pleasure. (MF, rom)

***

The waiter had just shown me to my table when I saw 
Bela walk in her purposeful way through the door into 
the faculty club dining room. Our eyes met almost 
instantly; she walked toward me with a slight smile. I 
wanted to look her over from head to foot and back, 
lingering over her elegant curves, but forced myself to 
hold her eyes and to smile in return. 

It was already clear that this lunch with my former 
protégé wasn’t going to be easy. My feelings hadn’t 
changed even a little bit in the months since we had 
last spent any time together. I stood up, shook her 
hand, stifling the urge to give her a hug, then pulled 
out a chair and slid it under her as she sat down.

After the usual pleasantries, Bela looked me in the eye 
and said, bluntly, "I was very hurt when you shuffled 
me over to Dr. Cohen to supervise my dissertation, 
Robert."

I sighed and looked out the window, noticing with 
little of my usual pleasure how the bright sunlight 
pierced the half-bare October oaks in the Quad. "But 
Bela," I began, and paused for a moment. "Dr. Cohen is 
an expert on Sterne, one of the most respected in the 
country. You have the ability to do brilliant work; and 
some of your ideas on Tristram Shandy are truly 
original. Dr. Cohen is much better able to help you do 
an extraordinary study."

"But it was in your seminar, and under your guidance, 
that those truly original ideas of mine" – her tone 
when she repeated my words was tinged with self-mockery 
– "were born and developed." She stared at me for a 
moment, daring me to disagree. "I just know you could 
have helped me. Your writings on Fielding are also well 
regarded. So you can’t tell me you don’t know the area 
well enough to have helped me."

I looked down at the tablecloth, then noticed the 
approaching waiter and gestured to him to give us a few 
more minutes. We were, of course, both right. And it 
wasn’t the first time we had said these things to each 
other. My lips tightened as I tried to stop myself from 
telling her the rest of the story. But my determination 
ebbed away; I knew that I could not continue doing what 
I once had seen as necessary for my own self-
preservation.

But the words would not come easily. Finally, I looked 
up at this beautiful woman, thirty years younger than 
I, and said, my voice rough with emotion and tension, 
"Bela, my darling, the rest of it was that it was 
torment to be around you and to know that my role as 
your mentor kept me from ever telling you about my 
feelings."

Now it was she who bowed her head and looked down at 
the table, clearly at a loss for words. When she looked 
up, she had tears in her eyes. My heart sank as it 
became clear that she was trying to think of what she 
could say that would not cause me any more pain.

But her words, when they came, first surprised and then 
stunned me. "You are so brave to tell me that, Robert. 
Braver than I, because I have the same feelings for 
you, and have been afraid to tell you. In fact," she 
continued, "I was afraid you sent me away because you 
sensed my feelings and wanted to spare me the pain of 
being around you."

If we hadn’t been in such a public place, I would have 
reached my hand to take hers. For a moment, I was too 
filled with emotion to speak. Then I tried to smile, 
and to make a little joke. "So it’s very lucky that Dr. 
Cohen is your supervisor now. Otherwise we would have 
to stifle these feelings mercilessly."

Bela smiled through her tears and said, "Let’s go 
somewhere else, Robert. We need to talk!"

I nodded, then walked behind her back out the door, 
filled with emotion but still able to admire her walk, 
at once sinuous and graceful.

We soon found ourselves in her apartment, just a few 
blocks from the campus. When the door was closed, Bela 
turned to me and we embraced, leaning back against the 
door to keep our balance as the blood alternately 
seemed to rush to and away from my brain. At 5’8", Bela 
was only three inches shorter than I, so looking deeply 
into each other’s eyes was effortless. When we pressed 
our lips together, it seemed the happiest moment of my 
life. After a moment, I cradled her face in my hands 
and lost myself in the beauty of her loveliness. "Bela, 
you have been so dear to me for so long. I can hardly 
believe that this is happening."

She smiled at me, a smile so sweet that it created an 
epiphany for me, a moment when time seemed to stand 
still. Then she began unknotting my tie, pulling on it 
playfully to lead me toward her bedroom.

We sat on the bed, kissing deeply and passionately, and 
began to caress each other through our clothes. Her 
orbs, soft yet firm, were surprisingly full, something 
she concealed by her conservative clothes. I slowly, 
luxuriantly, unbuttoned her blouse, reached around to 
unclasp her bra, then pulled the bra up and over her 
shapely mounds so I could cup them with my hands. They 
were firm and beautifully shaped, very wide at the 
base. 

She laughed softly when I told her that each of them 
was shaped like the dome of Haggia Sofia in Istanbul. 
And atop each of these twin pleasure domes, more 
decadently delightful than the one decreed by Kubla 
Khan, was a delicate, almost fragile cupola. I gently 
kissed and sucked the one on her left dome and reveled 
in the slight increase in its size as Bela murmured her 
pleasure.

But Bela was not waiting for me passively. She undid my 
pants and moved her hand caressingly down toward the 
rod that was straining against the fabric of my 
underpants. "Oooh," she said, "I’m so glad you’re big. 
How long is it?"

I laughed, thanked her for her generosity and told her 
it was seven inches long. "Surely you’ve had men with 
bigger ones," I added.

"Well, yes, one anyway. But he was so big that it was 
painful to have him inside of me. But yours seems the 
perfect size for me."

"I’m looking forward to finding out how well we fit, my 
sweet. But it’s not quite time for that yet."

We took our clothes off and threw them on the floor in 
what turned out to be a single, disorderly pile. 
Enthralled as I was by the unveiling of Bela’s lovely 
body, I wasn’t looking where my clothes landed. When 
her body was entirely exposed to my eyes, she stretched 
out on her right side on the bed, facing me. Her beauty 
was extraordinary, even down to the small details, such 
as the smooth curve from her hips to the tops of her 
long, graceful legs.

But for all her beauty, I didn’t gaze at her for long. 
I wanted to kiss and caress her all over, and started 
by kissing her lips, her ears, her neck, all the while 
fondling her twin pleasure domes. As my lips found 
their way to those domes and lingered there, my hand 
moved down slowly, caressing her tummy, the tops of her 
thighs, back to her tummy again, then to the insides of 
her thighs, starting about halfway down her right thigh 
and caressing upward, then crossing over to the top 
inside of her left thigh and down.

She opened her legs to my touch as if pleading with me 
to dispense with some of these preliminaries. But the 
feel of her skin was so exquisite that I was in no mood 
to hurry. I repeatedly caressed around the center of 
her sensual responsiveness, lingering again over the 
delightful feel of her tummy and her thighs.

After she had started to move her body toward my 
fingers at each caress, I finally caressed, very 
lightly still, the delicate nook where the lips of her 
pleasure mouth came together to conceal the secret 
center. There was a tiny bit of moisture there, just 
enough to provide a slick path for my finger as it 
caressed up and down outside of her opening.

When I inserted my finger between the folds, she gasped 
with a pleasure that sounded like she felt well 
recompensed for having her patience tried. I gently 
explored up and down the opening, lightly penetrating 
her inner lips and then moving my fingers to explore 
the delicately folded rosebud above. 

Gently pushing her knees apart, I moved down between 
them to bring my mouth closer to the scene of ultimate 
pleasure, following the trail I had earlier established 
with my hand – across her tummy to her right thigh, 
then the inside of her thigh, then across to the left 
thigh, then lightly grazing the lips of her pleasure-
opening with my tongue. Spreading her lips with my 
hands, I kissed her deeply with my tongue, pushing it 
in and out, tasting her surprisingly sweet juices.

I slid up to her rosebud, and used my tongue to move 
the tiny outer petal and then to touch oh-so-lightly to 
the pleasure-nub that was revealed. Encouraged and 
rewarded by Bela’s gasps of pleasure, I pushed my 
tongue more firmly against the delicate spot, finding a 
rhythm that led to louder gasps and slight spasmodic 
movements of her hips and legs. After only a few 
minutes, her gasps turned into rhythmic moans. I 
continued to thrust my tongue against her pleasure-nub, 
gradually reducing the pace and pressure as her moans 
diminished, not stopping until they had faded out 
entirely.

I kissed my way up her tummy, again lingering over her 
Coleridgian pleasure domes, then touching her lips 
lightly with mine before she pulled me down against her 
and locked her mouth against mine. She reached down 
between her legs, grasped my inflamed rod and guided 
the tip to her pleasure mouth. I pushed the tip in 
slightly, then backed away when she thrust her hips up 
to impale herself. But when she pulled her long legs up 
and wrapped them around my hips, holding me to her 
fiercely, I gave myself up to pleasure and entered the 
garden of earthly -- and heavenly -- delights.

I slid into her, slowly, until I was buried to the 
hilt, marveling at how tightly we fit together. I began 
a series of long thrusts at a moderate pace, pulling 
back until just the tip was within her inner lips, then 
pushing forward to the hilt again, squeezing the base 
of my rod against her rosebud of pleasure at the end of 
each thrust. Bela was rocking back and forth beneath 
me, urging me on with soft moans. 

Gradually my pace increased until after a few minutes I 
was thrusting like a jackhammer into her. As her sighs 
and moans intensified, I could tell that she was about 
to come, so I released my internal hold so that I could 
join her in this moment of supreme pleasure. Her moans 
and my groans together sounded to my ears like a 
Puccini duet, melodious and sweet.

I slowed my pace as her moans came at longer intervals 
and she released my hips from the embrace of her legs. 
But I didn’t stop altogether, merely resuming the 
slower pace of my first thrusts into her. Her eyes, 
which had been closed, now flew open.

"Didn’t you come?" she asked.

"Yes, but I’m not ready to stop yet. I’ll stay hard as 
long as one of us keeps moving."

Bela threw her arms around me with a happy sigh and 
gave herself over to another round of pleasure. This 
time, when she came, it was the most intense of all her 
orgasms.

"Oh wow, Robert, that was wonderful!"

"Yes, my sweet. It felt so good. Speaking just for me, 
the fit seemed to be quite perfect."

She smiled and hugged me to her again. "Did you come 
again?"

"No," I replied. "But it doesn’t matter. I enjoyed your 
orgasms so much. I could feel them at the center of my 
mind and deep in my heart."

"How did you stay hard after you came? I’ve never known 
anyone who could do that."

"I don’t really know, darling. I’ve always been able to 
do that."

But we had been still for a while, so I was softening 
inside of her. I pulled out of her and lay down beside 
her but far enough away so that I could take in all of 
her beauty.

"Darling," I said to her, "You take my breath away. I 
have always thought your face is beautiful; but I have 
never seen such an exquisitely beautiful body."

She smiled, but seemed to feel it was necessary to 
point out her flaws. "Look at the way my hip bones 
stick out in front. I’m embarrassed to be seen in a 
swimming suit. And my rib cage is asymmetrical too."

"If your tummy weren’t so flat," I told her, "your hip 
bones wouldn’t be noticeable at all. And as for your 
rib cage, I can’t really see what you’re talking 
about."

"Look," she said, "don’t you see this sort of 
depression on my left side? The right side is rounded 
like it’s supposed to be."

"You know, now that you are showing me, I can barely 
see a little difference. But I never would have noticed 
it in a million years if you hadn’t pointed it out. And 
anyway, who’s going to be examining your rib cage when 
so much that is so lovely is in view?"

"I don’t know. I’ve always thought my body was funny 
looking."

What could I do but laugh, and hold her close, and kiss 
her?

END

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