The Professor Is Put to the Test

"So we'll still see each other?" I asked hopefully. 

Fawn had put her overalls back on and was attaching the clasps at the
top. "Of course we will," she said. "I just told you about all those
dreams I had about you." 

"How 'bout if I pick you up Friday?" I suggested. 

She got her cell phone out. She looked like she was looking at a
calendar. "Only in the daytime," she said. "I'm working that night.
Sunday?" 

One nice thing about farming, it may take a lot of time, but one day of
the week's pretty much as good as another as far as getting the work
done. "You don't have class the next day?" I had to remind myself to
say "class" instead of "school." The latter sounded too much like I was
talking to a high school student. 

"No, classes don't start till the next week. Sunday it is." She looked
at me and read my mind. "Which means I can spend the night, if you work
things out in your head that soon." She read my mind again. "I'm sorry;
I didn't mean that the way it sounds. I mean, if you work out your
angst." 

I made a note to myself, in case her dreams ever came true, that she was
intelligent enough to use "angst" in a sentence. I thought that was
important genetic information. "That's okay. It must sound silly,
having a sexy woman who's crazy in love with me and not trying to get
her to do all kinds of bizarre, demeaning stuff for me." I got dressed
and saw her to her car. I also got her address, which we had both
missed in the discussion! 

Before she opened her door, she stood on her toes and kissed me on the
lips. "What you said? That's not silly; it's sweet. That's why I'll
give you all the time you need." 

Even though I was disappointed that she didn't spend the night, I felt
relieved that I wouldn't see her for a few more days. I put a lot of
physical effort into my chores. On Friday, I did a lot of physical work
and mental work besides, so I was really ready for a good night's sleep
when I went to bed, and it was only nine o'clock. A little after one, I
awoke to one of my dogs barking outside. I thought I heard a voice
outside, and I definitely heard a door creak. I put my robe and
slippers on and went to look. I brought my cell phone in case I needed
to call someone and describe what I saw. 

I'm able to tell you pretty closely what time because I didn't even make
it down the stairs before my cell phone rang. It lit up and showed me
that it was 1:09 a.m. "Hi, Dave?" Whoever the woman was, she'd been
drinking. 

"This is Dave Leigler," I confirmed. 

"Why don'tcha come out to your barn?" the voice asked. 

I had just gotten to my living room. Fawn's car was in my driveway
again. The lights were on, allowing me to see that no one was inside,
but also that the barn door was open. "I'll be right there," I said
hurriedly. 

I was glad I'd already put my slippers on, since I didn't have to back
for them. The light in the front room of the barn isn't a wall switch;
it's a string attached at the light socket, and it's about three feet
to the right of the table when you enter. That's probably why Fawn
didn't turn it on when she entered. She was sitting on the table. "This
bring back memories for you, Professor?" she asked. She opened her coat
and flashed a light blue blouse and a short skirt. The blouse wasn't
all that revealing, but she shook her torso so much that I thought one
tit might come loose. 

I turned the light on and answered, "No, I've never had a drunk girl in
my barn before. What happened?" 

"Today's Lindsay's birthday. Or, wait—" She looked at her watch.
"Yesterday was her birthday. Anyway, I just left her party, and your
place was on the way home, so I thought I'd see if you were up for some
fun." 

"Not in your condition," I said. I managed not to sound stern. I didn't
want to sound like her dad. 

"What condition?" Fawn giggled. "I'm not pregnant." She rubbed my hip.
"Yet." She giggled some more. 

"You need to go home," I said. It took a little more effort not to sound
stern this time. 

"Are you gonna screw me in my own bed?" she asked. "I've been dreaming
about that, too! I think it was the ..." She was counting on her
fingers, and she missed the thumb. "That was the fifth dream I had
about you." 

"I'll decide when I get there," I lied. "Get off the table so I can get
you home." She did, and I put my arm around her. Her coat smelled like
beer. It didn't even smell like the good beer that I buy when I go
fishing with my best buddies. It was more like the empty beer cans that
I usually find along my fence on January 2nd and July 5th. I walked her
to her car and tried to open the passenger-side door. It was locked. 

Fawn lay across the hood waiting for me to unlock it from the driver's
side. "I used to wanna do this in a music video," she said. "Am I
pretty enough?" She sounded like she genuinely doubted it. 

"Don't sell yourself short," I told her. "You're too pretty to
settle for that kind of work." I pulled on the handle of the other door
as she got up. "It's locked," I said. 

Now she stopped laughing. "Oh, shit." She motioned like she was getting
ready to check her purse. "And my purse is in there, too, so I can't
even call Triple A." 

"That's just as well," I told her. "There's probably some rule where
they're not allowed to help you if you're drunk." 

Now she smiled. "I guess I'll have to stay here, then." 

"Nothing doing," I said, and she stopped smiling. I was afraid of what
might happen, and she was too drunk to give meaningful consent for it.
I didn't want to tell her that, so I told her something equally true.
"The first time you spend the night with me, I want it to be because
you want to, not because you have to." 

"Ohhh, Professor, ...," she said. Her tone suggested that she might have
told me again how sweet I am if she'd finished her thought. 

"So, I'll have to take you home myself." That brightened her up again.
"Come in the house while I get my things." She followed me into the
house happily. She also followed me up to my room. I took my robe and
pajamas off. I was prepared to keep her away when I removed the
bottoms, but she fell asleep on the bed. I finished getting dressed in
peace, thinking that I had a new reason not to pursue a relationship
with her. I put my coat on and went back to my room to get her up,
wondering what her breath would smell like. I helped her up, and I
didn't smell anything. I was glad I'd gotten her address when she was
here last, since I couldn't have depended her on her giving it to me
correctly now. 

On the way, Fawn's speech seemed to clear up a little. She said, "You
know, you can definitely fuck me tonight. My parents are out of town." 

"Where are your brother and sister?" 

"With my parents." 

"We'll see," I said. Of course I had no more intention of sleeping with
her drunk in her house than I did in my own. I just wanted to keep her
awake so I could get her home. I found the house and walked her to her
door. She pulled a set of keys out of her pocket and started to unlock
the door. "Wait," I said. "If these are your keys, you could have
gotten into your car." 

"House keys," she said. "I keep 'em on a separate ring so I don't lose
everything at once." She opened the door, walked in and turned around,
inviting me in. 

I did go in, but I helped her sit on the couch. "Not tonight," I said.
"I've got a lot of chores to do tomorrow." Another nice thing about
farming is that you always have that as an excuse if you need to leave.
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, I added, "But I've got a friend
who's a locksmith. I'll call him tomorrow and we should be able to get
your car to you in time for work." There was an afghan draped over a
chair, and I pulled it over Fawn. 

"Thanks," she said. "You're too nice." 

The next morning my friend Al got the door open. We jump-started Fawn's
car, and he followed me to her house. When he was driving me back, he
said, "You must have really made an impression on your students, if
they call you even when you've stopped teaching." 

"You have no idea," was all I'd admit to him. 

Sunday I drove to Fawn's house. She had the door open before I could
knock. "Hi, Professor!" She was wearing a light blue blouse and
matching skirt. She had a brown leather jacket over that, not zipped
up. She also had flesh-colored hose on. As soon as I was inside the
house, she kissed me and asked, "Where're we going?" 

I had two plans. If she'd dressed casually, I was taking her to Pizza
Hut. Since she dressed nicely, I told her, "Martinelli's. You ready?" 

"I just need my purse," she said, and she picked it up off a desk by the
door. "Is that the place just outside campus?" 

"Same owners, different location. This one's close to my house. The
consensus is that the food's good at both places, but the one we're
going to has a nicer atmosphere." 

"Nicer in what way?" Fawn asked. 

We were in my truck by now. I acted like I was having trouble
understanding the street signs, but I was trying to think of a way to
avoid answering her question. When I couldn't, I blurted out, "Okay,
you made me admit it. It's more romantic." 

"There's nothing wrong with that. Why didn't you want to tell me?" 

"Because it's like ruining a joke. It won't put you in a romantic mood
if I tell you it's supposed to." 

"I think it's romantic that you're trying to put me in a romantic mood
when I've practically come out and told you that I wanna sleep with
you." 

We looked at each other awkwardly. "Practically?" I asked. 

"Okay, it's not just 'practically' any more," Fawn chuckled. "So, how is
it more romantic? Are there paintings of people making out? Does the
chalkboard with the daily special dot the i's with little
hearts?" 

"I dunno. I've never actually eaten there; I'm just telling you what
I've heard." 

We talked more on the way and at the restaurant. It came out that her
parents got married when her mom was 20 and her dad was 35. People
talked about it, but not so much because of their ages. He was her
basketball coach during her senior year of high school. Her maternal
grandfather was her grandmother's boss at a shoe factory, and they got
married at 30 and nineteen. In other words, her parents were the last
people who'd judge me over our ages or how we knew each other. 

The food was slightly more expensive than what you'd pay at a chain,
which I suppose would impress a nineteen-year-old. They had a nice wine
list, but I prevented the awkward conversation with the waiter by
asking him up front what kind of soft drinks they had. The seats in the
booths were soft, and the script on the menu was elegant, but there
wasn't much else to suggest romance. Fawn seemed to respond to my
letting it slip more than to the actual atmosphere. She rubbed my leg
multiple times. I finally took the bait and put my hand on her leg.
Feeling an otherwise bare thigh, I whispered, "A garter? The last time
I saw one of these was in a movie set in the thirties. What will I find
if I go higher?" 

"See for yourself," Fawn purred. 

"I don't want to get us thrown out. I'll save it for later." 

"At your house?" 

I resumed a normal volume. "Absolutely." 

Fawn looked at me lustily through dinner. We had a rich cheesecake for
dessert. Each piece had three cherries on it. Fawn picked one off and
bit into it sexily. I picked one off mine and did the same. Fawn picked
another off and fed it to me. I did the same. She cut a piece of the
cheesecake off and fed that to me, and I did the same. I adjusted my
dick under the table and whispered, "Let's enjoy the food, and then we
can go." Fawn nodded in agreement. I called for the check the next time
I saw the waiter. After I paid, I told Fawn to walk in front of me. 

"What for?" 

"I don't want the whole world to see my erection, but I do want 'em to
see the beautiful woman who's responsible for it." 

She stopped for a moment, and I ran into her butt. "That'll get you
seconds," she said, moving just enough to get me even harder. 

As soon as we were in the car, Fawn asked, "Are you as excited as I am?"

"I'm beyond excited," I said. "I feel like we learned a lot tonight." 

"I just hope you can keep up with me," Fawn said boldly. 

I sped home, grateful that there weren't any police cars on the side
road that led to my house. When we got inside, I took Fawn's coat. "I
see you wore underwear this time," I said. 

"Disappointed?" Fawn asked. 

"No, 'cause I know it's coming off soon." 

"You sound confident," she said. She put her arms around me and kissed
me. 

"Should I not be?" I asked. 

"You should be very confident," Fawn answered. I waited for her to tear
her blouse open or something, but instead she laid her head on my chest
and let out a contented sigh. She took off her heels, said, "Let's hit
the sheets," and ran up the stairs. 

I wanted to carry her to the bed, so I chased her. I got her ankle, and
she stumbled, the top half of her body making it past the top step. I
was glad I'd added carpet to the top floor and stairs after I bought
the house. I came up behind her, my arm across her the whole time. Fawn
turned over on her back and started unbuttoning my shirt. I kissed her,
and neither one of us breathed until the last button was undone. When
she did, I undid the top button of her blouse. She had a black
strapless bra on. "Oh, this is too sexy for the stairs," I commented.
"This definitely belongs on the floor of the bedroom." 

I got off her so she could get up. When we were both at the top, I was
standing between her and the hallway. I backed up so she was safely
away from the stairs. I pulled her toward me for another kiss, and
while I was doing it, I put my hand under her butt. I carried her to my
bedroom and gently put her down. "No one's ever done that for me
before," she cooed. 

"I want to do a lot of things that you haven't done with anyone else
before," I said. 

"Like what?" Fawn asked. 

I was dumfounded. "I—I don't know. I hadn't thought about what else
there might be. Now, about that bra." 

Fawn finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off. "Come and get it,"
she said. She got on the bed and rolled over until she was on her back,
near the window. 

I took my shoes off and got on the bed. I climbed on top of her and
kissed her lips again. The kiss was shorter than the one on the stairs
but no less sensuous. I kissed a line down to the very lowest point
above her cleavage. I gently grasped the top of the cup on my right. I
lifted it and folded it over onto the lower half, allowing me to kiss
the top of that breast. I did the same on my left, this time kissing
the breast and then the cleavage. Fawn sat up. That was one supportive
bra, because it still held her breasts in. I reached around and found
the clasps. While I undid the clasps, Fawn kissed various places on my
face and ran her fingers up and down my back, the same way I'd done in
the barn. I pulled the right side of her bra toward me, and Fawn lay
back. I pulled the loose side out and across her chest. Fawn pulled it
the rest of the way and dangled it sensuously over the side of the bed
before she let it fall. When she'd done that, I put my arms under her
and resumed loving her boobs while she rubbed my shoulders. I kissed
the top of the one on my left. I ran my fingers up and down her spine,
prompting her to press a little harder on my shoulder. Then I licked
the underside of her breast and sucked on the nipple for a few seconds.
I moved to the other breast, and this time I did the same thing in the
opposite order. When I'd done that, I kissed the space between her
breasts, separating them as I moved down. 

I could feel my raging erection again, and I looked up at Fawn. "If I
take my pants off, can I add to the list of things you've never done
before?" 

"Yeah, you'd be the first, but it wouldn't matter to me." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Before my first time having actual sex, you know, a dick in my pussy, I
used to daydream about titty-fucking. That's what you're talking about,
isn't it?" I nodded. "Well, the other night, when we were really into
it, I leaned back and you came all over the place, mostly my belly, but
a little on here, too." She put her hands on the tops of her tits. "I
liked that better than I ever thought I'd like titty-fucking. But if
you want to, sure, we can do that." 

"That's okay," I said. "Tell you what, let's get the rest of our clothes
off. We can just sorta fool around, and when I'm ready to come, we'll
do the same thing as before." 

"That sounds great," Fawn said, "but instead of just stripping, I wanna
get your clothes off, and you can do mine." 

"That's my favorite way to do it," I agreed. I stood up straight on my
knees. "Have at it!" 

Fawn undid my belt buckle. It was my basic black leather belt, since I
wanted to look nice for Martinelli's. She undid the button of my pants
and unzipped the fly to see my new boxers. "Hmm," she said. 

"What?" 

"I was kinda hoping you went commando, like I did the last time I was
here." 

"Not with these pants on," I said. 

"Well, let me take care of that," Fawn answered. She pulled them down to
my knees. I rolled onto my back, and she pulled them off. She removed
the boxers and stroked my cock a few times. 

"Don't stay there too long," I advised her. "It'll spoil the build-up.
Besides, I've been waiting to see what you have on." Fawn lay back
again without letting go of my cock. I undid her skirt and pulled it
away. Her stockings were attached by garters, as I'd remembered, but to
a black pair of crotchless panties! It took no small amount of agility
on both our parts for her to keep stroking my cock while I undid the
garters. Once I had them off, though, it was easy. I crawled over her
in the opposite direction, and Fawn went back to stroking my dick. I
pulled the stockings down to the knees and kissed the lower part of
each thigh. I pulled them down to the calf and caressed the upper shin.
By the time I had the stockings down to her ankles, she was licking up
and down my shaft. I rubbed each calf and each heel. Once I got the
garters off, I sucked each toe into my mouth. 

When I'd done all ten, I turned around and started stroking her pussy.
She tried to push my hand away, protesting, "I'm not naked yet!" 

"With those, you don't need to be," I reminded her. 

At that point, I had three fingers inside her. "Three!" she shouted.
"Another first time!" I added my thumb so I could stroke her clit at
the same time. "Oh, God!" she screamed. "Dave! Dave, I love you!" 

I slowed the pace enough that I could tell her clearly, "I love you,
too, Fawn." I reached down and let my cock stroke her leg. "Can you
tell?" 

"Mmm-hmmm," she said. She put her hand on my chest and said, "Then fill
me with your seed." 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I said. 

"Yeahhh," she moaned. "Did I mention I'm on the horniest part of my
cycle?" 

I had the presence of mind this time to ask, "You're still on the Pill,
aren't you?" 

"Uh-huh," she said, and she climbed over me. "I forgot the last couple
mornings, but I'll take 'em tomorrow, and it'll be fine." 

Red flag! Red flag! I pushed her onto her back. "Hold on!" I said, and I
started to get off the bed. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. 

This should have been my cue to send her home, but my dick still had
most of the control. I found the condoms I'd left in my drawer the last
time Joan and I made love. "Nothing, any more," I told her. 

"Gimme those," she growled. She got one open and put it on my dick
one-handed. 

"You act like you've had practice," I said. 

"It's the only foreplay I ever got from Dale," she explained. "One day
I'm gonna try it with my mouth." 

"I hope—" 

"Yeah, it'll be you, I promise," Fawn interrupted as she pushed me back
onto the bed. She crawled up until her pussy was directly over my cock.
Raising her hands in the air, she impaled herself on me unassisted.
"Hey, these ribbed ones really do feel good." 

"Damn, that panty's even hotter than I realized," I told her. "I can see
my cock going in and out of you through the hem. Does that feel as
naughty as it looks?" 

"Not yet," she said. She reached down with her right hand and started
playing with her pussy through that same opening. "This feels
naughty." She pounded her butt into my hips harder and harder. Her
moans went from "Oh, yeah," to "Oh, fuck," to words that were
unintelligible. Her voice must have risen two octaves. I wondered if
this was what charismatics sound like when they speak in tongues. She
came back down a little and said, "Dave! Dave! I'm totally yours!" She
ground hard onto my cock and squeezed her muscles. "See, you taught me
well! You're a hell of a teacher." 

I was having one of those orgasms where it feels like your skull is
imploding. I sounded like someone trying to make fun of how retarded
people talk, but I'm pretty sure she understood that I was coming. When
a minimal amount of oxygen returned to my brain, I was able to say,
"And you're by far my best student." 

Fawn came down and lay on my chest, not letting me out of her. We lay
there for a few minutes, collecting our breaths. Finally, she asked,
"Did you mean what you said before?" 

"Of course. I mean, I haven't heard how things turned out for anyone
else that I taught that to—" 

"No, when you said you love me. Was that you talking, or just your
dick?" 

"It was my heart talking," I assured her. "But my brain and my dick were
right there cheering." 

Eventually she rolled off me, and we fell asleep, still entwined. As I
drifted into what I like to call the love coma, I hoped we'd make love
again in the morning. After all, I'd come in her pussy, but I hadn't
come on her chest like she wanted. Instead, I literally woke up and
smelled the coffee. I felt a cool spot on my thigh. I moved my hand
around and threw out the condom that had remained in place after I fell
asleep. I put on a bathrobe and headed downstairs. Fawn had put her
clothes back on and made a fresh pot of coffee. "I hope I made it
right," she said. "I did it the way we do it at work." She looked at
the refrigerator and added, "I didn't see anything in there that I
could make for breakfast." 

Since she was dressed, there was no point in making a sausage joke. I
kissed her and said, "We can get something on the way to your house.
Next time I'll have things ready." 

"When'll that be?" Fawn asked. 

"I've got a lot to do, but I can arrange my work for any night that
works for you." 

"My next night off is Tuesday, but I'm babysitting my nephew. How's
Thursday?" 

"Great," I said. "Six o'clock?" 

"Sure, but this time I'll come here. And you're almost there," she
added. 

"Almost where?" 

"You'll find out soon enough," was all she'd say. 

PART 4: We find out what Fawn meant.

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