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“I’m glad you’ve never been
kissed by your teacher before, and no, Ms Summers, it’s not finished. Those two
bright stars you referred to are commonly known as The Southern Pointers or
Alpha and Beta Centauri.”
Alpha, Beta, What?
I kept surveying the sky.

“I know what that one over
there is, it’s the ‘Saucepan’, it’s sort of on its side.” I tilted my head, and
he laughed.

“Yes, you are correct, Ms.
Summers. However, you only score a ‘B-’.”

“A ‘B-?’ Pffft! Why?”
Surely
my knowledge of the saucepan was A+ worthy.

“Because, the ‘Saucepan’ is
not a constellation, it actually forms part of Orion, or the ‘Hunter’. The
bottom of the ‘Saucepan’ is his belt, the sides of the saucepan are the tops of
his legs and the handle is his sword.” He picked up my arms and pointed to the stars
that formed Orion’s body. “Those two bright stars there are his shoulder
blades, called Bellatrix and Betelgeuse.”

“Bellatrix? That’s a
character in Harry Potter!” He scoffed at me.
What? It is!
Apart from
the ‘Saucepan’, and Southern Cross or ‘Crux’ as he put it, I couldn’t really
see what he was pointing at. I was more fascinated in listening to him
passionately talk about something he obviously enjoyed and knew a lot about. “What’s
that really bright one over there Mr Clark?”

“That is Aldebaran or the
‘Bull’s Fiery Eye’. It is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, and
forms part of the zodiac constellation, Taurus.”

“What’s that little group of
stars there, near the bright one?”

“That’s a star cluster called
Pleiades or the ‘Seven Sisters’, you can only see the seven bright stars with
your naked eye, but the cluster actually has hundreds of stars, I’ll show you
properly when we get home.”
Home? I liked the sound of that, but his
apartment was not my home.
We laid there together in silence, gazing up at
the crystal clear sky for several minutes.

“I really can see why you
enjoy this; it is very peaceful and relaxing.”

“Yes, that is one of the
reasons, but I really enjoy how it is endless, just continues on and on, it has
no boundaries. I like the fact there are things in life that do not know
boundaries.”
Ha, that does not surprise me. Explains your privacy-invading
antics.

“Boundaries, Mr. Clark, can
also be a good thing you know.”

“Hmmm. Sometimes, Alexis.”

I sat up and gave him a
sceptical look. “So, would you care for some champagne, Mr. Astrology Teacher?”

“I wouldn’t say no to my
favourite student.” I poured us both a glass and opened the bowl of
strawberries, plonking one each into the bottom of our glasses. He looked into
his glass. “I’ve never understood why people do that?”

“What?”

“Put a strawberry in the glass.”

The roles were now reversing.
“Well, Mr. Clark, you will learn something from Ms Summers now, and might I add
when you sit in MY classroom you need to sit up straight and pay attention.” I
hit his leg with the top of my hand indicating he do as he is told. He did, but
with a sarcastic smile on his face. Then I used the most posh, toffee-nosed
voice I could manage. “The strawberry, Mr. Clark, is placed in the glass to simply
enhance the flavour of the champagne.”

“I know something else that
enhances the flavour even better.” His devilish smile crept across his face as
he placed both our glasses down. I had only a second to foresee an attack,
which wasn’t long enough, because he grabbed me around the waist and wrestled
me down until he was on top of me, pinning me into the mattress. “Have you ever
been to second base with your teacher Ms Summers?” He slowly began to unbutton
my vest, revealing my white singlet top.

“Ummm.” I thought for a
second, purposely drawing out the hum in my voice. “Well there was that one
time...” His eyes began to widen. “No, Mr Clark, but you can be my first.”

He smiled greedily. “Good.”
He grabbed my tank top at the neck and tore it apart, exposing my white lace
bra, making me gasp again.

“You can’t keep tearing my
clothes off Bryce.”

“It’s what I do, Ms Summers.”

“Yes it is, but you can stop
it.”

“No, it’s the quickest way to
get them off you.”
Well if it’s good for you, it’s good for me then.
I
reached up and grabbed his t-shirt at the neck and pulled as hard as I could,
it tore, but only slightly.
Damn it.

“Stupid thing,” I said,
annoyed at the pathetic rip. He mockingly laughed at me, which only provoked my
second attempt. So, I gritted my teeth—for some reason that helps
—
and
wrenched it apart, only this time I was successful. I clapped my hands together
like a child. “Ha, take that.” He smiled then held up his glass of champagne
and tipped it towards me very slightly. “What are you doing?”

“I told you, I know something
else that enhances the flavour.” He tilted it further sending the champagne
splashing all over my chest. I squealed and closed my eyes, and before I had
opened them he was licking, sucking and kissing my chest and neck. It felt
wonderful, but also tickled like hell. He slid his hands behind my back, and
tried to unhook my bra. “I hate these silly things.”

My laughter increased. “They
really aren’t that difficult. How is it that you can fly a helicopter, but
cannot unhook a bra?” He gave me his devilish glint again and I knew what he
had planned. “Don’t you dare, Bryce, I love this bra.” I put my hands behind my
back and unclipped it with ease. He basically wrenched it from me exposing my
breasts, so I did the same with his shredded t-shirt.
Fuck me, his chest is
glorious
. I would never get sick of seeing this man naked, he was just
simply sex-on-a-stick, and I wanted to lick him all over like a lollypop.

I propped myself up on my
elbows, inviting him to tip a little more onto my chest. This time when he did,
he quickly caught the drips with his tongue as they went down my stomach. He
then trailed my favourite muscle of his all the way back up to my nipple and
engulfed my breast with his hungry mouth. The feeling was sensational. The
champagne was cold, but his tongue was warm and it neutralised the temperature exquisitely.
He grabbed a strawberry and placed half of it in my mouth, so I bit down.
Yum,
strawberries are so tasty and sexy.
He wiped the remainder of the berry
down my stomach and around my belly button leaving a pink juicy trail. It was
sort of sticky, but when he ran his tongue up and down me cleaning the traces,
it was very sensual.

I rolled him over and sat
upon his pelvis, grabbing the bottle of champagne. I tipped it, not gently mind
you, because I felt he needed a little punishment for tearing my tank top. He
screwed up his face only a little, but smirked at me and stood his ground by
keeping his eyes well and truly fixed on mine.
He is so stubborn.
I slid
down his legs and began my consumption at his happy trail.

“You’re right, it definitely
enhances the flavour.” I continued licking and sucking around his navel and up
over his six pack. I sat back up and put the bottle to my lips taking in a
mouthful, then leaned over and kissed him transferring some of the contents. We
continued our kiss, swallowing the champagne.
Mmmm yummy.
He sat up and
we maintained our lip and tongue locking. I pulled away, grabbed another
strawberry, and stuck it half out of my mouth. He leaned forward and bit down
on the exposed half, until our mouths met once again.

“Have you ever seen the movie
Lady and the Tramp?” he mumbled as he ate his half of the strawberry.

“No, believe it or not it is
one Disney Classic I have not seen. Why?” I answered, while sucking the
strawberry juice from my fingers.

“You remind me of Lady.” He
grabbed my hand, and placed my fingers in his mouth, so that he could suck them
clean for me.

Correct me if I am
mistaken, but lady was a dog yeah?
“Are
you saying I remind you of a dog?”

He laughed. “No. Well hang
on, bark for me.”

My eyes widened. I pulled my
hand away from his mouth. “Really?” I lifted the champagne and poured the
remainder of it on top of his head. He just sat there with me atop him
displaying a shocked smirk on his face. “Woof.” I smiled satisfactorily.

“Are we playing dogs now?” He
asked sarcastically.

“You started it.”

“In that case.” He shook his
hair and sprayed me with droplets. I screamed and screwed up my face as they
landed all over me.

“I know another way dogs play,
Mr. Clark.’ I wiped my eyes and raised my eyebrow at him.

“I’m sure you do, my love.”

“Yes, and so will you.” I
leaned over, grabbed my vest, and put it on. I didn’t bother with the bra, because
it wouldn’t be on long enough when we got back. We both stood up, and I looked
down feeling terrible that Dorothy would have to clean up this mess. Maybe I
could come out bright and early and beat her to it. I went to grab the
flashlight, but Bryce was faster.

“You, Ms. Summers, are not
walking.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.” He looked at me
like he was ready to take me across his knee and give me a spanking, the
thought actually excited me. I shot him a seductive smile as I blew out all the
candles. He flicked on the flashlight and walked over to me, luring me in for a
kiss. Unfortunately that was all it was, a lure, because he bent down, grabbed
me from under my arse and lifted me over his shoulder.

“Bryce! You better not put me
in the pool.”

“Is that a dare, my love?”

“No.”

***

He walked me back to the
tee-pee, and threw me onto the bed.

“Right, you better be naked
by the time I get back.” He disappeared into the bathroom and returned moments
later. I had obediently done what I was told. “Very good girl. Come on, come on
Alexis.” He patted his thighs, calling me like I was his pet. My mouth dropped.
I didn’t want to smile at him, because he was being beyond cheeky, so I pursed
my bottom lip, which then turned into a pout. His face changed from playful to
concerned in an instant. He slowly walked over to me and grabbed my face
kissing me with force, then he lifted my legs into his arms, not breaking the
kiss, not even a little. I knew he was only kidding, but my little pout was
enough to tell him to stop, and this kiss showed me that he was sorry. He
stepped into the spa still holding me, he was so strong. He never flinched when
I was in his arms, he was always so controlled in all his movements. I kicked
my legs down so that I was standing in front of him.

“Sit,” I demanded. Now he was
the one obediently doing what he was told. I stood above him and his eyes were
full of sorrow. “What, Bryce?”

“I’m sorry for making you
feel belittled.”

“What? The dog thing? No,
don’t be silly, I was playing too.” I sat down on top of him and grabbed his
face. “You make me feel more loved than I could possibly ever imagine, and
anyhow, if you want doggies, you only need to ask.” He smiled, gripped me
tightly, and kissed me until I felt him stiffen from beneath. “Again? My
goodness.”

“Have you had enough, Ms
Summers?” I shook my head, and his face lit up. So I lifted and allowed him to
enter me. It was warm, and we slid up and down each other with ease, keeping
our rhythm very slow and subdued. I was slightly sore and the muscles in my
thighs were exhausted. But, I had no plans in telling him that. “Alexis, Hunny,
thank you for tonight. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”
It occurred to me that he may have never had anyone fuss over him in the past.
Of course, women threw themselves at him all the time, but to have someone actually
put him before themselves, may not have been something he’d experienced after
his parents’ deaths. I know Lucy would drop anything for him in a heartbeat,
but as she had said, she was lost and very selfish for a long time.

“Oh, Mr Clark, you are quite
welcome. I enjoy doing things for you, too.” He held me tighter, almost in a
desperate embrace, and I could feel him tensing within me. “This is not how
dogs do it, you know.” I mumbled into his mouth, as I moved up and down his
hard length.

His smile broke our kiss.
“How do they do it?” he asked, with a slight tilt to his head, and an
expression on his face which clearly showed he was fully aware of how. I got
up, stood above him, and turned round. I bent over, and leaned on the tiled
shelf.

“And look, a mirror my love,
so you can watch me enjoy it.” I opened my legs, enticing him to enter. He
growled and moved forward but didn’t stand right away. Instead, he lowered his
head and licked my sensitive clitoris.
Oh, Holy Fuck.
Then he thrust his
finger deep inside me as his tongue tantalised my core.

“You taste so good, Hunny.” he
said, between tongue strokes. I whimpered at the mixture of sensation
and
words I was experiencing. He continued to lick, suck, and please me with his tongue
and finger until I could take no more, climaxing and releasing onto him. It felt
as if my legs were about to give way when he was up and inside me almost
instantly, holding me in place. He put his hands on my hips and pushed into me
as far as he could possibly go. Yes, I was spent and my inside was slightly
raw, but the thrill and excitement of his eagerness to fuck like a dog overpowered
the soreness, and I soon forgot all about it.
Holy shit, the length on this
man.
I cried out as he touched deep down inside me, and it was obvious from
his reflection that he was enjoying watching me revel at his mercy. I bit down
on my lip to stop any further screams of pleasure. He smirked at me with the
knowledge of what I was doing, so he pushed harder and deeper, forcing me to
completely let go. I did, as did he along with me. His head fell back, and I
could see the veins in his neck flex. He then leaned over me and fingered my
clitoris, helping my climax settle itself down.