This is longer than what I typically write, so I had to split it into two parts (A and B) to fit it on here. If you’re new to my stuff, this is just a fantasy erotica story about a guy being manipulated into sex. I tried to keep it fairly vanilla but with a touch of spice. Not sure what I’ll work on next, but if you’re interested in reading the previous stories or anything else I write, just check out my profile. Some of that stuff is darker and involves different sexual orientations, but if you’re looking for something similar to this, maybe check out my IT Guy series. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!!!
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A couple weeks later, the funeral was held for Professor Stephens, my all too recent math tutoring supervisor.
Katy and her brother Mike, now my former friend, showed up as well, as did Mike’s girlfriend, Erika Valentine.
I made a concerted effort to avoid the three of them and was mostly successful until the funeral was wrapping up.
But then, Mike himself cornered me, his sister and girlfriend in tow.
I waited for an explosion of anger, a possible punch to the face, a jab to my ribs, knee to my crotch…..anything.
But instead, my old friend hugged me.
“I’m so sorry,” Mike said. “I know you were close to him. This has to have hit you hard.”
It had, but not in the way Mike thought. Professor Stephens’ death was my fault! If I hadn’t let the girls overpower me, if we hadn’t been having sex in the study room, Mr. Stephens would still be alive today.
I was riddled with guilt. And to make matters worse, I’d had sex with not only Mike’s sister but his girlfriend too! Not that he knew as much.
He must have seen the pain on my face though.
“I know things are awkward between us right now,” Mike said, “but I just want you to know that whatever you’ve got going on between you and Katy……well, it’s none of my business. It never should have been. But, for what it’s worth……well, I’ve come to terms with it.”
I looked at him uneasily, not entirely grasping what he was saying.
He coughed nervously, looked away, then continued. “I just mean, you have my blessing. Whatever you both want to do. I mean, it’s not like you were doing my girlfriend, right?”
My face paled, and I choked up. Mike had meant it as a joke, buy if he only knew….. My eyes flashed quickly from Katy to Erika, back to the floor. Of course, both of them were smirking wildly.
Erika reached out, gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t you come out to the house tonight? You really shouldn’t be alone, and, maybe between the three of us, we can cheer you up.”
“That’s a great idea!” Katy piped up. “We can do….. math stuff!”
“We can talk about Dr. Stephens,” Mike said.
“It’ll be good….. I promise,” Erika said, her large, blue eyes sparkling as they fixed on me.
I backed away suddenly and practically fell over a flower arrangement trying to get away from them.
Katy stepped quickly to my side and steadied me, taking care to press up close to me in her black dress, swallowing my arm up between her huge breasts.
“I think our math guy needs a little fresh air,” she said to the others. “I’ll help him outside.”
I allowed her to guide me out of the funeral home. From there, she steered me to the parking lot and toward her car, a little blue jeep.
There, she pressed me up against the driver’s side door, planted her mouth on mine, began pumping her tongue down my throat.
“Katy…..” I protested, but she ignored me, untucking my shirt so she could slip her hands up inside and rub them up and down the bare skin of my chest.
“Katy please….” I panted. God, it was so hard to resist! “We can’t do this……”
“Yes we can!” she breathed into my lips. “My brother gave us his blessing.”
She found my nipples and gave them both a meaningful tug. I felt myself growing rock hard.
“Katy……STOP!!!” I yelled at her, pushing her away as I did.
I don’t know what it was, but this only made her so much more excited. Her eyes went wild with hunger, and she put a finger to my chest, pressing me back up against her car.
“You’re mine, math boy!” she said. “No matter how much you refuse to admit it, how much you resist, how hard you try to hide….. I’m always gonna find you…. and take you and make you mine….. over and over and over.”
“Is there a problem here?” a lady approached us from the funeral home, concern growing in her eyes. She was a tall, redhead woman wearing a short, fur-lined coat over her black top. Her eyes were puffy, her makeup smeared.
“I, uh, I think um….. I think we’re alright,” I stammered, my head spinning.
She ignored me though, turning to Katy. “Is this boy giving you trouble?”
Katy smirked up at her innocently. “Lover’s quarrel,” she said. “All he thinks about is math…..”
“Sounds like my husband,” the lady said, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue before reaching into her purse for a cigarette. “Well, late husband,” she corrected herself.
My eyes went wide. “You’re Professor Stephens’ wife?!”
The older redhead eyed me quizzically, then nodded. “And you must be the math tutor,” she said after sizing me up. “My husband, er, late husband, spoke highly of you.”
I stared hard at the ground, panic sweeping through me, my vision starting to blur. She didn’t seem to notice though.
“In fact, you and math were all my husband ever talked about.” She took a moment to light up, then drew heavily on her smoke. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved him. But ours was a lonely marriage. My husband was very absorbed in his work. I missed him long before he passed away.”
She realized she was thinking aloud, and smiled, her cheeks growing bright red. “I’m sorry,” she said, extending her free hand my way. “I’m Lydia. It’s good to meet you finally.”
I fell backward, tried to steady myself against Katy’s Jeep. “You’re Professor Stephens’ wife,” I repeated dumbly.
She laughed and her face was suddenly beautiful as her grief washed away momentarily. “Yes, I think we’re past that part.”
She stepped toward me, her hand still extended, insisting that I take it.
My head was reeling with guilt and shame. I had killed this lady’s husband! She was a widow because of me! Her tears, her grief, her loss…. it was all my fault!
Shook, I took her hand and suddenly had no idea what to do with it.
Shake it? Kiss it? High five? Fist bump?
I clasped it in my own, squeezed it, then, without thinking, brought it up to my chest. Oh my god!!! What was I doing?!?!
I held it there a moment, unable to think how to properly give the lady her hand back…. so, I lowered my mouth and kissed her knuckles.
Her wedding ring glared up at me accusingly. I had killed this woman’s husband! Suddenly a rush of panic and anxiety flooded through me in a sickening wave. My legs went wobbly, and I started to sink to my knees. Katy, already at my side, kept me upright.
“Wow!” Mrs. Stephens smirked with amusement. “Is he always this smooth with the ladies?”
Katy laughed in reply. “Oh, trust me. What he lacks in social skills he makes up for in….. math skills. I’m Katy by the way.”
“I’m so sorry!” I blurted out, trying to fix this. But, then it turned to rambling. “I’m not okay right now…. my head’s all a mess…. I can barely breathe…. I can’t even think straight…..”
Katy squeezed up next to me. “He just needs some TLC.”
Lydia eyed me sympathetically. “You too, huh? It’s only been a few weeks, but I feel like my whole world is gone. Nothing makes sense anymore…… I don’t know whether to cry or pretend like everything’s alright. And if that isn’t confusing enough, I’m so lonely it hurts. I hate coming home to an empty house. Hate being stuck alone with my thoughts……”
She noticed my untucked shirt for the first time, her eyes lingering a little too long on my partially exposed stomach. I went to pull my shirt back down, and suddenly she was at my side. The next thing I knew, both of them were squeezing up next to me, holding me, caressing my arms in comfort.
“You poor boy,” Mrs. Stephens crooned. “You’re taking it about as hard as I am.”
I did my best to stay ignorant to the feel of their bodies pressing up against mine (I knew for sure Katy was relishing the opportunity to make me as uncomfortable as possible). But, after a few moments, I actually started to lose myself in their soft, all-consuming squishiness.
There was something therapeutic about it, and soon I felt my anxiety slipping away like butter.
Until Mrs. Stephens pulled me into her breasts.
The older woman turned and held me to her so my mouth and nose slid directly into the neckline of her top, resting just where her cleavage poked through. She held me there, pulling the sides of her fur coat around to wrap me up inside her. She then placed her free hand on my scalp, began stroking my hair lovingly.
I looked up at her questioningly, and her green eyes met mine, twin wine glasses slowly filling with unexpected desire and need. She lowered her mouth to my forehead, and I moaned at the feel of her lips on my skin.
What the hell was happening here?!
“You were always his favorite math tutor,” Mrs. Stephens whispered, casually placing her mouth to my ear. “It’s kind of my duty to look after you now, to make sure you’re taken care of.”
She pulled me in even closer, compressing my face to her breasts. “We need to help each other out,” she cooed. “Just the two of us….. make sure we’re both doing alright.”
Katy watched all this with a growing look of mischief lighting her face.
“Awww, the circle of life…..” she said, and drew in close to the two of us. “I think it’s a GREAT idea! Both of you getting together and really getting to know one another. In fact, you oughta let him tutor you sometime! How about tonight?!”
I could have smacked her. Unfortunately, she was just winding up.
“You know…..” she continued, “this guy has got the Midas touch when it comes to math. He can really work you over, boy let me tell you! You’ll never look at math the same way once you’ve done it with him.”
Katy leaned into me, swung her arms out and around the older woman, and pulled her in, sandwiching me between the two of them.
I tried to cry out, but my face was so far buried in the older lady’s boobs that all that came out was a muffled groan. Katy continued on as if everything was just fine.
“I mean, we do it like once a week, me and him, but I’ve been trying to get him to do it more cause like every time we do…. GOD! He just really works me over! Leaves me wanting more and more and MORE! And that’s saying something because I normally HATE math!”
Lydia Stephens watched the younger girl rattle on with an amused smile playing on her lips. Then, she seemed to wake from her reverie, suddenly realizing she had my face pressed to her chest.
“I’m sorry!” she said, pulling away suddenly. “I’m not thinking right today….” She took a long drag from her cigarette but continued to eye me with a look that was starting to make me very uneasy. She parted her mouth and let the smoke slowly crawl from her lips.
“Oh, he doesn’t mind!” Katy chirped, continuing to hold me close.
I tried to pull away from her, shoot her a glare, but she weaved her fingers through my belt loop and pulled me back, bouncing my ass off her groin.
“You have to let him show you what he can do!” Katy continued. “You have to!!! It’ll be good…..for closure.”
People were starting to stream out of the funeral home now. We must have looked like your typical mourners though, just three people comforting each other.
The older woman started to distance herself from us, but kept glancing back our way as if indecisive about something. She watched with growing interest as Katy easily held me in place, grabbing, squeezing, and rubbing at my chest and abs, all while I continued to try and squirm free of her hungry hands. For some reason, this only caused Mrs. Stephens to hesitate more.
Finally, she trained her eyes on mine and said, “It sounds like you’re very enthusiastic about math. Just like my husband was.”
She sighed deeply, dropping her cigarette to the ground before squashing it with her heel.
“I’m not in a good place right now,” she confessed. “I don’t trust myself to make good choices. I’m….. I’m weak.”
I nodded sympathetically. The last thing I wanted was to mess with the widow of the man I had killed. “I totally understand,” I said. “You need time. Space. To get your head right. You should do that. Nobody’s pressuring you to do anything here.”
No one except Katy that was.
“I’m so lonely though, DAMMIT!” she spat, immediately softening her voice after. “I have needs. And I guess….. I guess it would be nice…. You know, for closure….. to maybe spend some time with someone who reminds me a little of him.”
She eyed me coyly, suddenly bashful, like a schoolgirl running into a boy she liked.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Would you consider maybe meeting up sometime? Strictly as a way for us to say goodbye?”
“How about tonight?!” Katy jumped in.
I scowled angrily, but she still had me firmly in her arms.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Lydia said, but her eyes were full of longing, like she was just looking for an excuse to pull me back in close. “I mean…. I couldn’t. You probably have plans tonight anyway.” She eyed me questioningly.
“No, he doesn’t!!!” Katy practically squealed. “He’d love to come over! Wouldn’t you, you little math stud, you!”
“Katy!!!” I hissed, but Mrs. Stephens was too far gone, looking at me like the piece of meat I was. Trapped meat.
“It really would help me out,” she said. “We have such a big, empty house. And I really, REALLY don’t want to be alone tonight. Especially after all this,” she said, waving offhandedly at the funeral home.
“What do you say……?” she eyed me with intensely needy eyes. “Do you want to come tonight?”
Katy giggled, but I ignored her, staring bleakly into Mrs. Stephens’ penetrating, desperate eyes. If I didn’t handle this, I was gonna be in some serious trouble. She was a confused, lonely, widow….. there was no way I could go to this lady’s house!
“Look…..” I fumbled for the right words to get off the hook somehow. “I’m sorry for your loss, sorry you’re lonely and hurting…. I’m sorry you need someone to talk to so bad, and I’m so incredibly sorry that Professor Stephens is gone. But…..” My words dried up as my eyes began to tear.
“Sounds to me like you need this just as bad as she does!” Katy interjected. “Besides, you kind of owe it to her, don’t you think? Being Professor Stephens’ star math tutor? Being that you were so close to him?”
Katy pulled me back in tight to her, squeezed me painfully to her side. “Don’t you think she’s been through enough, babe? Don’t you think she’s suffered plenty? She could really use a night of pleasure…..”
She pressed her mouth to my ear, wet it with her tongue, and whispered, “Or do I need to show her our tapes?”
My face went white, and I looked up at Mrs. Stephens weakly.
She must have seen the defeat on my face because her eyes lit up and she laughed victoriously. She was beautiful, ravishing, irresistible all at once.
“You still have your work phone, right?” she asked. “Listen, I’ll text you my address when I’m done here. Either come, or don’t. But I hope you come.” She left it at that, started to walk away.
“Wait,” I stopped her. I had to take control of this, or at least attempt to. “One condition,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on this beautiful redhead whose husband I had killed. I hoped to hell Katy wouldn’t make a scene with what I was about to say. “I’ll come over tonight, but only on one condition. It’s gotta be just the two of us. Just you and me. No one else.”
As expected, Katy tightened her grip, started squeezing the life out of me.
Lydia stepped back in close though, right up to my chest, and grabbed one of my hands. Pulling my knuckles up to her lips, she kissed them lightly.
“Just the two of us,” she said. “I’ve been so lonely for so long. I really need this. I think we both do. I’ll see you tonight, math boy.”
She turned and walked away, and, to my surprise, Katy eased up, started giggling even, as if she had set this whole thing up.
“I don’t know what you think is happening tonight, but it’s not,” I said.
Katy hugged me in close. “I know, weirdo. It’s just you and Lydia, sending Professor Stephens off with a bang!”
She laughed wildly at this, and I sighed. “Katy, whatever happens tonight, I assure you, there will be no banging.”
This only made her laugh harder though. She spun me around in her arms, pulled my face to hers with both hands. “I love it when you talk about banging,” she said. “It gets me so hot……”
Before I could protest, she attacked my mouth with hers, wrestling my tongue and nibbling on my lips. “Tonight is gonna be so much fun!” she panted.
No. Tonight was not going to be fun. It was just two people saying goodbye to a loved one. It was just business. And maybe a little math, right? Right? It was getting harder to convince myself of that though. Oh god, what tricks did Katy have up her sleeve now?
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Continued in part 4B…….
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