All in the Diction

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Henry felt lonely in the big city, no matter how many girls he looked at. Small girls, tall girls, it didn't matter anymore. He liked pretty much anything that came into view through his horn rimmed glasses. Although his penis would grow faster at the sight of a young girl, fresh in her college sweatshirt and tight jeans, eagerly reading a book, or typing away at a laptop. To escape from his cramped apartment was grand, but to see a flock of young girls was even better. But the looks, they didn't mean anything at all. It was just mind fucking. It wasn't flesh on flesh fucking. No, all these college coeds learned in the university was how to tease. At first he thought they were really interested in him and what he had to say. He talked on length about Joyce, could recite whole monologues of Shakespeare, and could quote freely from Marx. But, really, these girls thought his English accent was cute to listen to. He noticed it in class, these lazy American girls, daydreaming. They weren't listening to what he had to say, just how he said it. It made him sick. He couldn't get his point across or get them to truly appreciate the English language. By the end of his fourth year at the university, he didn't talk as much during his lectures. He let the students do more of the work then he did.

Alexis was different. She sat in the front row of his early morning class. She didn't blend in with the other female students, all wearing their usual low slung jeans, and too small tops. They each looked like they were going to cut class to go to a nightclub. They loved to display their fake boobs, most likely a graduation present from daddy. Each girl wore flashy high heels or shiny leather boots, something Henry hadn't remembered seeing almost ten years back when he was working on his bachelor's degree. No, girls nowadays were much more suggestive. Except for Alexis. Alexis' eagerness, and well written essays, reminded him of a girl named Emma, a student who he had had meetings with all over campus last semester. The top floor of the library had been their favorite meeting spot.

With its old and outdated computers, few students, and tiny pockets of sunlight, it was an ideal place to have quiet conversations without other students interrupting them. Henry had assumed something was there between them. Emma was someone to read Ezra Pound poems with. She appreciated a good essay by Foucault. All these talks had wound Henry up, and eventually he would spend more time on campus than at home, with his messenger bag in front of him, a quick fix for hiding his hard-on. Emma would blink her pink sparkly shadowed eyes, gloss her cherry colored lips, and Henry would listen to her as she talked of the poems she was writing. He had given her an A. And then, she suddenly disappeared. She no longer frequented the library. Henry had assumed she graduated, until he saw her crawling out of Professor Roswell's car at five in the morning. Henry watched as she stood next to the car, conversing with Roswell, in all of her just fucked glory, and began to feel ill.

So when Henry saw Alexis, glowing with petite and innocent beauty he was happily relieved. She diligently took notes, got good grades on the exams, and responded politely to Henry's "hello, how are you?" every morning before class. A good number of times she had bummed a cigarette off of him in the courtyard near the classroom. Her cute button nose, big periwinkle colored eyes, and thick brown highlighted hair, gave her a doll-like quality. He admired her for her academic prowess instead of the usual flaunting of the assets.

This all changed the day she wore a mini skirt to class. The torn, distressed denim mini hung off her hips, skimming her thighs at an almost scandalous level. She sat directly across from Henry in the discussion circle, her saucer cup eyes piercing into his mind. He let the students lead the discussion as he focused on Alexis' legs, which continually crossed and uncrossed.

Henry kept this image with him throughout the day. The moment his morning classes were done, he rushed to his office, thankful that the other professor he shared it with was out for the day. He sat at his desk, going through the information cards he had collected from the students on the first day of class. He had purposely put Alexis' card on the top, so he could read it as he visualized her. He began to read the card slowly. She enjoyed creative writing and for after school activities she had listed a job at Freshville supermarket. Henry had never shopped there, but was familiar with where it was. He rested his hand on his corduroy covered knee and sighed.

The knock on the door startled him out of his pre-orgasmic daydream.

"Hold on, " he mumbled, biting his words to hide the anger.

Henry opened the door with more strength than he realized he had. It flew open, slamming into the wall, and then bouncing back.

"Professor Cheshire, I'm sorry to bother you," said Emma, her tight yellow tank top lighting up the room, like a cheap neon sign. She pushed her way inside and took a seat without him asking.

Before he could reply, she continued in her sing-song voice, "I know you saw me with Roswell".

Henry nodded. Emma was irritating him already. The thought of going to the Dean with the information of her rendezvous had crossed his mind. Roswell had stopped him. He had briefly told him about the escapade, saying it was more his fault then hers. He had complimented Emma, saying her pussy had tasted like pineapple. When Henry had asked him if she had returned the oral favor, Roswell shook his head in a firm, hard, no. It was such a firm no, that Henry was afraid the man's mustache would fall off.

The more Emma talked, the less Henry listened. Instead he focused on her lips. She was turning into just a pair of full, pouting, over-glossed, not-kissable, just fuckable lips. The lips parted. They pushed together. They pulled apart, forming "Oh's."

"Let's go for a ride, you like cars," Henry said, interrupting her.

The grin on her face clearly projected sex.

"Look, don't walk with me, I don't want anyone to talk. My car is in the parking garage, so meet me at 11th and Oak, sit on the bench near the internet café. I'll be in a gray Honda," Henry said, wiping some sweat off his brow.

She nodded, and batted her eyes one last time before she left.

Henry grabbed his bag from under his desk, removed his tie, and headed towards the Anderson parking garage.

Emma had gotten herself ready, and when she entered his car, the scent of strawberry body lotion filled the small space. She had carefully applied extra lip gloss , darkened her eye shadow, and seemed to be glowing all over. It was as the sex-act had already taken place. Henry found her to be pretty, but not in the way he needed. She was fake pretty. He wondered if all their old conversations had been fake. Henry knew that Emma was getting off on the fact that she was barely legal, while he was approaching his late 30s. His ill feelings began to return, but he pushed them away, focusing on what he had to do. The more Emma primped, pouted, and played with her face and hair, the faster Henry accelerated. By the time they got to the upscale community of Pennington, the car smelled like more than strawberries as Emma's excitement grew.

"Why are we stopping here?" Emma declared, looking out at the sea of SUVS and minivans in the parking lot of the Freshville Market. "My parents shop here, they live down the street. This is weird." She shook her head.

"No one will see us. I need to get something. Besides, you like living dangerously."

Before she could respond, Henry was out of the car. He made his way into the market, grabbing a basket, like he was going to do some shopping. He danced his way through the aisles, knowing Emma was back in the car, dreaming of the type and texture of the prophylactics that she thought he was buying. He turned the corner towards the food court, when Alexis came into view. She was checking a list, her dark flowing hair falling into her eyes. She was still wearing the skirt from class this morning, with her camel colored sweater, and matching camel colored suede knee high boots.

Henry made his way to the customer service desk where she was standing. "Hello, Alexis."

"Oh hi, Mr. Cheshire. I didn't know you shopped here"

"Yeah, once in a great while"

"Great." She looked back down at her clipboard.

This was more awkward then Henry had anticipated. He tried to focus on her face, instead of her legs and boots.

Alexis looked towards the back of the store. "Could I bum a cigarette off you? I'm going crazy and my break's in five minutes."

"Sure." Henry fumbled in his pocket. He handed her his last four cigarettes.

"Wow, thanks, Professor Cheshire. This is more than enough. I've been here for almost five hours. I can't wait to take a break."

"It's no problem" Henry said , waiting for her to at least look at him in a desirable manner, to touch his arm, to do something remotely sexual. But nothing happened. There was no look and no touch. "Well, see you in class."

"Yeah, thanks again, bye."

Henry walked away from her, leaving his basket at the end of an aisle. He walked out to the parking lot and back to his car. Emma was waiting and asked him what he got. He didn't say anything. He grabbed her hand.

"Listen, I think I know what you think will happen. But its not."

The automatic door of Freshville markets opened and out came Alexis, cigarette in hand.

"Get me hard," Henry said to Emma.

"What?" asked Emma, sounding confused.

"You heard me."

Alexis lit her cigarette.

Emma unzipped Henry's pants. Emma took out his penis and put her hand on it.

"No, mouth."

She looked reluctant. Emma stared at his thick cock for a moment, and then licked it softly.

"C'mon, you can do better than that." Henry looked out the window.

Alexis began to pace and Henry put his hand on the back of Emma's head. This made it easier to control her movements. Soon Emma was in time with Alexis' inhaling and exhaling. Every time Alexis took a drag, Henry would push Emma's head down a little harder, resulting in a gagging noise. When Alexis would blow out the smoke, he would pull Emma back up of his cock. He smiled as the pretty young thing bobbed up and down on his cock, spit slipping out of her mouth. The globs of wetness slid down to the base of his shaft. She wasn't used to this treatment and he was loving every moment of it.

"Mmm, yeah. Much better."

Alexis seemed to be enjoying her cigarette. She stretched her arms up above her head, so her tight belly was exposed. Henry moaned at the sight of the petite girl. He focused on Alexis' ass, so tight and small that he bet he could almost palm it with his large hand.

"Yeah, keep sucking it."

He took his fingers, put them into his mouth and licked it until it was wet. He leaned over, pushing Emma's black skirt up, feeling her lace thong. He ran his spit covered finger up and down the crack of her ass. Up and down his finger went as

Alexis paced up and down the sidewalk. As Alexis reached for the third cigarette, Henry pushed the tip of his index finger into Emma's asshole. Emma's body jerked. Henry smiled, knowing she most likely didn't let the guys she teased do this to her. He pushed his finger in her slowly and deeply. Surprisingly, she pushed back against his finger, fucking it with her ass. He continued to probe Emma, who eagerly rocked back and forth.

"Mmm, you did deserve that A, huh?"

Alexis' walking was slow and steady as she worked on smoking her last cigarette. Henry wanted to cum. He fucked Emma's mouth as Emma fucked his finger with her ass.

"Don't stop."

He held Emma's head down on his cock as he came. He remained quiet as he fucked her mouth, focusing on Alexis, who was now sitting on the curb. Her skirt was so short, and her legs were far enough apart, that he could see her bare pussy. Henry took his index out of Emma's ass, and then pushed it back in. He fucked her tight ass with slow, deep strokes. The only sounds that escaped from her mouth were a few gags. He first felt Emma's whole body tense, then relax as his cum slid down the back of her throat. Finally he took his hand from the back of her hand, gave her a few pats, and put it on the steering wheel. Emma pulled away, leaving no evidence of the act besides some shiny pink cherry gloss.

Henry looked out the window. Alexis was standing up, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a hint of recognition in her eyes.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
Generally very good...

A lot of intellectual name dropping to establish the scene. Someone who had mastered Joyce, Marx, and Foucalt would be pretty advanced.

The sex scenes were great the interaction, the very kinky proxy sex. That was very unique. Great story!

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Please continue!

You've got a great start...Now what happens between them?

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