Unorthodox Education

-2-

Her trembling increased, but gently he placed his hands on her cheeks, drawing her closer, slowly. Her nose touched the coarse fabric of his jeans, his loins moved again. "Hmm, little one?" he whispered tenderly, "See what you already do to me?". She gazed up to him, the distinkt shimmer of tears sparkled in her jade-green eyes. The long, dark eyelashes, framed the slightly exotic curved lids. He ran his tongue over his lips, mesmerized by the expression, she looked up to him with. Scared, submissive, but also with the distinkt sparkle of longing, hidden by diffidence. "You are so beautiful, little one!" he breathed. "Breathtakingly beautiful!" His thumbs lovingly stroke her cheeks.
She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, her stomach agminate, hindering her phren to work. Her mind dizzy from the tender eyes, the masculin, fascinating scent, his smoky velvety voice.
Suddenly a loud clatter came from the windows, appare fro from a basketball, that had hit the glass, without breaking it. But Raynee had spun around frightened, and now, panic in her gaze she glanced to him, trembling harder then ever. With a sudden movement she backed off and desperately crawled away from him. Her breath went rapidly, like her heartbeat, until her back touched the wall. Like a trapped roe, facing her hunter about to kill.
Quickly she jumped up, tears streamed down her face. She grabbed her back-pack, but there he stood, in her way to the door. Trapped.

"Shhh... Raynee... shhh..... it's ok... it's ok!" he whispered calmly, approaching gently, then softly drew her into his arms, his strong warm arms. She still trembled but his deep, murmur, his scent and tenderness, slowly calmed her. But as her fear diminished, the tears multiplied and desperate sobs accompanied them. "I'm... I'm sorry!" she faltered, choked with tears. "I... I couldn't ... not like this... not like this...". Gently he brushed his lips across her forehead. "It's ok baby, it's my fault, I asked for too much, too quick... shh... it's ok, my little one, it's ok!". She snuggled at his chest, just enjoyed to be held for a while.

She winced and backed off frightened, when the bell announced the end of the break. Mr. Mortensen smiled softly, then handed her ssuessue. "You're permitted to repeat your exam, little one... be ready on Friday afternoon, about 3 o'clock. I will sent someone give you a lift from your apartment!" he explained calmly when she wiped away her tears. "Mr. Mortensen, I don't know if I should... I mean I... I wouldn't have done it for the exam..." she whispered hoarsely, her teacher smiled broadly. "I wished you'd say that! And still you need that exam... but listen, I don't do it for the exam, either! No go to your next class... I see you on friday!". She felt enchanted by the way his voice was soft like velvet or deep red roses, and still demanding and firm. She just managed a nod, then gave him a last wistful glance, before she left the room on silent soles.

__________

Smirking Orlando put down the phone. "Hey Baby... look ahead to friday, man, promises fun with Viggo and a mysterious girl he obviously likes very much!" Orlando kept telling, in his thick british accent, while walking back into the huge, luxurious bedroom of his. The younger man, lying on the bed grinned, he liked visiting Viggo with Orlando. "A gal?" he asked slowly, knowing that the artist enjoyed both sexes once in a while, but hadn't had a serious relationship for a long time...
"Yup! Apparently a student of his...." he said , stretching the words winking. Elijah laughed, "Hey now that's why he accepted that job for a year!" The two young men smirked, "According to him, it's the first time though... whatever we'll se on friday anyway, back to where we were interrupted, babe?" Orlando moaned, and quickly his young friend jumped up. "Whatever you wish..." he whispered hoarsely, and at the moment he saw his lover's sign, she knelt down between his thighs, burying his face in Orlando's loins.
The two young man had a harmonic sort of relationship, since two years now. All had started, when Orlando had seduced Elijah, just out of his teens at that time, and had initiated him into the pleasure of gay love. He had always owned the dominating part of their relationship, at the start, because Elijah had needed guidance and mental care, to cope with the new confusing emotions and later, probably because they had gotten used to it, and both loved the sort of relationship they had. Orlando took care of Elijah, he was always there for him, protected the delicate young man with his warmth and experience. And Elijah, he sometimes just loved to serve the man he loved, he liked the submissive part he had in sexual matters, and that he could always leave this role in the bed room, for apart from giving each other pleasure, they lead a relationship living from the equality, they shared.
"Aow... yeah baby... that's it..." Orlando moaned when Elijah absorbed his member skillfully trained. He twirled his tongue around the throbbing organ, then sucked at it, gently, at first, then harder, tried to take it into his mouth at full length, what he never managed without his lover thrusting it. The nine inch cock was just huge, just the way he liked it. He could say from the loud moaning that he was doing his job well, especially when Orlando buried his hands in Elijah's hair, and began to thrust his member into his lover's throat. Elijah was used to the feeling, without coughing he absorbed the loved attribute, and enjoyed the moans of pleasure in his ea
"
"I... I want you to swallow it, babe... all of it!" Orlando groaned, and the sparkle of a grin appeared in Elijah sapphire blue eyes, as if he wouldn't know what Orlando liked!
Soon and exclaiming his lover's name Orlando exploded into the younger man's throat. Smirking Elijah searched for eye-contact before he swallowed Orlando's semen, he knew his taste, he knew it so well. Orlando had collapsed on the bed, "Be still my heart..." he whispered, "That was fuckin\od!\od!". Elijah grinned, then softly liked his lover's cock clean, before he snuggled at the warm chest. "I take care of your pleasure later, baby... just give me a few minutes..." Orlando whispered weakly, Elijah nodded, kissing his chest, "There's no hurry..." he whispered tenderly...