J McKenna - Naughty girl

“So you used him, just as much as he used you.”

She made a face. “Well, if you put it that way, I guess so. We really were just teasing each other. He tried to keep his distance, you know, to be professional.”

Carl knew that couldn’t last. “So, you kept going to his office?”

“Yes. It was so…n-n-naughty.” The word seemed to catch in her throat.

He saw the color rise in her cheekbones. Her eyes dilated as she remembered those days.

“Show me what you were doing, at first.” He honestly didn’t know where that came from. It wasn’t even a question, it was a demand. A soft demand, but still a demand.

She widened her eyes, then put her drink down and cupped the hem of her dress with two delicate hands. She pulled it up over her knees. “It was about like this, at first,” her voice shook a little.

“And the top?”

She left the dress where it was and reached up to the big buttons on her chest. Carl could see her hands trembling. He almost told her to stop, but his words caught in his throat. She unbuttoned the top button underneath the scarf.

That scarf would have to go, he decided.

“How long did this go on?”

“Oh, months. That entire semester.”

“I imagine you were showing him quite a bit by the time you left his class. Show me how it progressed.”

His own boldness startled him. She didn’t seem panicked by it. If anything, it was turning her on as well, he could tell. She let her hands drift to the hem and she pulled it to mid-thigh. Then she unbuttoned another button.

“This was about how it was about mid-term,” she said, her face dreamy, remembering. “It started out real slow. He’d call me in once a week or so. He would stand up and look down my blouse. I doubt he could’ve seen much. But I could see the erection in his pants right in front of my face.”

“He was a very patient man,” Carl commented.

“Yes, he was. At the time, it was about all I could handle. I think he knew that. He didn’t want to risk his tenure. If he pushed me too far, I might flee and report him. I think he had more to lose than I did.”

“But you didn’t because you liked it?”

“Yesss.” She drew out the word.

“You like to tease, don’t you?”

“Can’t you tell?” She smiled at him. Sitting there, with her dress halfway up her thighs, her top unbuttoned, Carl could imagine the effect she had on the horny professor.

“Go on. Show me what happened next.”

She sighed, a lovely, sexy sigh. “You’re a…a n-naughty man, Carl.” Odd. That adjective seemed to catch in her throat. “Later, he made me spread my legs apart more.”

“Like this?” He moved closer and eased her knees about eight inches apart.

“Yesss,” she hissed, remembering.

“How far up did he make you pull your skirt?”

“Practically all the way. I’m sure he could just about see me…my…”

“What? Say it.”

“You know.”

“You have to tell me.”

She looked away. Her voice was soft. “V-vagina.”

Carl wondered if the professor would’ve let her off so easily. “Come on—is that what you called it when you were with him?”

“I-I tried to.”

He was beginning to get an inkling of the hold Evers had on her. “But Stephen didn’t let you, did he?”

She shook her head.

“What did he make you call it? Tell me.”

“P-p-pussy.”

“Say the whole sentence.”

“I-I’m sure he could almost see m-my p-pussy.”

“Did he touch you?”

“Not then.” She shook her head firmly. “Not while I was still in his class. He’d just look at me and make me show him a little more each time. By the end of the semester, he’d had me unbutton most of the buttons on my blouse and pull my skirt up to…um, right there.”

“Where?”

She sighed, but then continued. “So the hem was right at m-my p-pussy.”

DeeDee gave a slight shudder. “You know, I can remember thinking how much sexual power I had as a teenager, but later, the power seemed to shift. It was like it had me.”

“What happened after you left his class?”

“Nothing happened. I didn’t see him that spring. Summer came. I got a job, worked a lot. Moved from the dorms into a small apartment that I shared with another girl. But I never stopped thinking about him. For a few months that fall, I tried to move on, just to forget about it. I dated some, but they all seemed so immature.

“Then, one day, I just showed up at his office, when I knew he’d be there. I knocked on his door and when he said, ‘Enter,’ I felt this little thrill throughout my body. He seemed surprised to see me. Surprised, but glad.”

“I’ll bet you picked up where you left off.”

She nodded. “I was drawn to him. It may seem surprising to you now, but I really looked forward to it. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done.”

“You weren’t having sex with any of the college boys?”

She shrugged. “Oh, yes. Now and again. Nothing serious. They seemed so juvenile compared to Stephen.”

Carl gave a short laugh. “I can understand that. He was patient, while boys that age probably just wanted to get on with it.”

“That’s true. I liked the game, you see. I liked the way he made me feel.”

“So what would happen, during those sessions?”

“More of the same. We picked right up where we left off.”

“Show me. But first, take off your scarf.”

A small smile moved across her face. She untied the scarf and let it fall away. Now he could easily see the two loose buttons and the expanse of neck above. Her cleavage showed between the opening.

He nodded at her. She pulled the dress up even higher now, to the V of her legs. With her legs apart, Carl could see the first pale edge of flesh. He found it difficult to breathe. She reached up and unfastened another button. “This was how it was early in my sophomore year…I was practically exposed.”

“How did it make you feel?”

“I can remember it turning me on so powerfully that afterwards, I had to go back to my apartment and, you know…”

“What? Stephen would want you to say it.”

“…masturbate.”

“Is it turning you on now?” He already knew the answer.

“Y-yes.” Her voice was pitched low.

“Didn’t you ever wear jeans or shorts, like most college girls?”

“Yes, but not on the days I visited Stephen. He…he wouldn’t let me. Only skirts.”

Carl stood and moved up over her, looking down her dress to see the curve of her breasts. He still couldn’t see her nipples. His throbbing cock was just inches from her face. She stared at it for a moment then closed her eyes. He could see a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead.

He stepped back and with great effort, sat down, adjusting his cock in his slacks. He took another sip of his drink. “What happened next?”

DeeDee opened her eyes. “He asked me to pull my dress up farther, past my…well, you know.”

“Tell me. Tell me just what he said.”

She let out a breath. “I’ve never told anybody this. He said, ‘Pull your dress up past your pussy, my dear, sweet, naughty girl’.”

“Did you?”

“Yesss.”

“Show me.”

As if hypnotized, she closed her eyes and pulled her dress up until he could see all of her sex. She shaved down there, he noticed immediately. The skin was smooth and lightly tanned, so she must lie out in the sun naked part of the time.

“And your blouse?”

She left the dress in place and began to fumble with the one button remaining near her belt. “He said he wanted all the buttons loose. I can still hear him, ‘All the buttons, my naughty girl, that’s right. This is what happens to girls who refuse to wear underwear.’”