Ben Stewart: Cockshy coed

"Can you answer the question, Miss Allison?" The authoritative voice rolled like a wave over the hushed classroom, carrying attention in its wake until all eyes were focused on the petite figure of Nancy Allison.

She could feel Professor Jurgen's wicked black eyes zooming in for a close up of her body. She dropped her eyes. Breaking his stare did no good. She could still feel his searching look burn through her clothing.

I hate the way he looks at me! she thought furiously, I feel like I'm naked.

She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was like a melon left too long in the field, soft, hot, dripping with juice, bunting apart at the seams.

He's just like the rest of them, she told herself, and he wants to slide up between my legs! He's not going to, none of them are. I'm not going to end up pregnant and deserted like Mother was.

"Well, Miss Allison?" Her train of thought was interrupted by the stem question.

"I'm sorry, Professor," she heard her cool, even voice saying, "I'm afraid I can't."

"Miss Allison," the sarcastic reply began, "You evidently have a better way to spend your evenings than studying philosophy. While I wouldn't like to interfere with your pleasures, I would like to remind you that a passing grade in this course is mandatory." There was a pause as the professor stroked his thick black beard. "See me after class," he finished curtly.

I wonder if he knows how I feel? she thought as her tits continued to swell until the nipples were tense. I wonder if he knows I'm not the iceberg everybody thinks I am? Not that it'll do him any good I'm not going to give in… not again.

The memory of that one time, her first and last fuck, began to glow in her mind like a hot poker. She tried to fight it by concentrating on the professor. That was a mistake. He made her feel like she had that hot summer night when she was eighteen and a virgin. No woman would be a virgin long around her Uncle Jim. He had an uncanny ability to sniff out cherries when they started to get ripe. He'd find 'em, suck 'em, pluck 'em, and fuck 'em. Just like he had done to her. Just like he had made her beg him to do. The memory was so vivid she could hear his voice saying, "Your mother at work?" He walked in without knocking as she was finishing up the supper dishes.

"You know she's got night duty at the hospital this week," Nancy replied, ignoring him as she bent over the sink.

"I guess I forgot," he muttered as he rubbed into her ass and put both hands around her waist.

"Uncle Jim, you're gonna make me break a plate!" she squealed.

"I was just giving you a little hug, that's all, honey." He sounded hurt.

"Well, wait 'til I get through," she teased, looking over her shoulder at him. His blond crew cut was still wet from the shower. His broad, tanned face was slightly pink, and he smelled strongly of after shave lotion. A patch of hair peeked over the top of his clean t-shirt. Both the shirt and his faded Levi's were stretched tightly over his muscular frame. He looked much younger than thirty-two.

"You gonna give me a proper hug when you finish up there?" he teased, running one hand over her plump young ass.

"If you don't stop that I'm gonna give you a pot of water all over your clean clothes. Your date won't much like that," she threatened.

"No date tonight," he said, taking his hand away.

"You didn't get all cleaned up to go back to the garage, did you?" she asked.

"Thought I'd take your mother to the movies. Forgot she had to work," he explained as he fished in the ice box for a beer.

"You can take me if you want to," she offered.

"Every boy in town's been after you to go out," he said, hanging on the edge of the sink to watch her.

"Yes, but you're the handsomest thing around," she teased, letting the water out of the sink. "Besides, you're my uncle and you know how Mama is." She dried her hands carefully and put them around his neck.

"She still won't let you date, huh?" came the gruff comment.

"She says when I'm eighteen." Nancy sighed as she lay her head on his chest.

Her uncle put his beer down and put his arms around her warm body. They almost stuck together. His hands began to move soothingly over her back, rubbing their way over familiar territory. "If you have your first date at eighteen, you won't know how to act," he muttered. "You ought to be starting off now with boys who don't know a thing." His hands tried to work their way tinder her brassiere strap.

"Try telling her that," Nancy said, automatically pulling his hands away from the strap but letting them stay on her body.

"Maybe she's right – anybody as good-looking as you should be locked up." He cupped both cheeks of her ass and worked his long fingers into the soft cushions of flesh.

Nancy pushed his hands away again but kept cuddling tight against his broad chest. She was accustomed to his teasing. After all, he was her uncle.

Taking advantage of her trust, he squeezed her close and her tits nestled tight against him.

Nancy felt the iron bands of his arms close around her. She liked the way his touch made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with pleasure.

Usually they stopped after a few playful hugs. But usually her mother was around. Tonight they were alone and neither of them backed away. Nancy began to feel things she hadn't felt before. Her tender young breasts seemed to be vowing! She could feel their tips pushed against the confines of her brassiere. They began to hurt. She wished her brassiere was off. Her tits were hot and sticky. The nipples felt like they were roasting in heavy syrup. She could feel her uncle's chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. When it rose, his grip tightened until every hard inch of his body was pressing into her. A tingling sensation began between her legs. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through the mossy covering of her tight little cunt.

Jim slid his hands down her body and onto her ass again. As he pulled her tighter he gave a slight hunch to his hips. Nancy didn't pull away. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass slowly, firmly.

She didn't want to stop. Having her ass squeezed felt good. His hands were gentle even if they were strong. It was only when he began hunching harder that she started to worry. Her body was doing funny things. She felt as if someone had slipped a gob of cold cream just inside her pussy. It was wet and slippery. Something else was happening there too. The tingle had grown into a more urgent, concentrated feeling. The plump lips of her tight young pussy were aching to be rubbed.

Her hands tightened around her uncle's neck unconsciously. She felt him hunch into her harder. This time she could feel something big and hard between his legs! It was shaped like a torpedo and every time he hunched it felt like he was aiming it for the hot itching spot between her legs!

"Uncle… Jim," her voice came in low pants. "Maybe… we'd better… stop. Suppose… somebody came in?"

His grip on her loosened. He looked down, his eyes boring into hers. There was a burning determination there that Nancy hadn't seen before. It made her blood bubble. It was meant for her! She didn't know what it meant but she had started it. Her hands were still around his neck. The tips of her breasts were still pressing into his chest. She looked up at him with a pleading, puzzled look on her face.

"We don't want anybody coming in, do we?" he asked with a sly look.

"Not when we're teasing around like that." She tried to sound prim but her voice was so low and husky that it sent shivers down her spine.

He broke away from her, swaggered to the back door, pushed it closed and turned the key. For good measure he snapped off the light. In the semidarkness of a late summer dusk Nancy saw his bulk coming for her, towering, big, powerful. She was suddenly aware that they were alone in a darkened house.