Anatomy Lessons

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*story used with permission from Lady Kai*

Cheryl watched as Mark Callaway pointed to the figure on the board, outlining the functions of the kidney and liver to the class; but she wasn't listening. Rather, she was studying him. She had been taking this anatomy class for six months now and each time she saw her teacher, she got little shivers of anticipation down her spine. He wasn't handsome or cute in the conventional sense, but very striking with his dark red, almost auburn hair with gold and bronze highlights, crystal green eyes and pale, almost translucent skin. His features seemed chiseled from marble, his nose bold and straight, his cheekbones high, jaw strong. His lips fascinated her--full and almost too sensual for a man. His body was something out of Greek mythology. He was very tall, about six foot ten and approximately 320 pounds of hard lean muscle. He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, lean hips, ridged belly tapering to long, hard-packed legs. Every time she saw him, she felt desire flutter in her stomach. She always found herself crossing and recrossing her legs, trying to get some relief from the feelings he aroused in her.

Today was no different. She followed his tall, black-clad figure as he paced the room, lecturing the class, his hands clasped behind his back, head tilted down. She admired the way his hair curled over his collar and down his neck. She itched to run her finger through the silky-looking strands. She looked down at her book, trying to get hold of her emotions before she embarrassed herself and tried to think of something--anything--else. Her mind turned to the scene at home that morning with her dad.

She had given him her grades and he had practically gone through the roof at the low grade she was receiving in anatomy. Part of the reason was that she couldn't concentrate with her sexy teacher always hovering about, but mainly it was because she couldn't understand much of the work.

"Girl, I don't understand you," her father had growled, tossing her grades on the dining table. You get A's in everything else, what's so hard about this particular class?"

"My teacher makes me so horny, I can't think straight, that's what's so hard! she thought wryly. Aloud, she said, "I don't know, Dad."

He glared at her. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, Girlie," he said ominously. "if you don't get an A in this class by next report, you're out of here."

Cheryl gaped at him in shock. "You can't mean that."

Her father grinned mirthlessly. "I can and I do. I'm not going to have any slouch living under my roof, eating my food, not pulling her weight."

"But where would I go? I'm only sixteen."

He shrugged carelessly. "That won't be my problem. Maybe you can live with your Aunt Rose. But if you get an A,, you won't have to worry about that, will you?"

Cheryl felt rage steel up on her again at his almost casual cruelty. Ever since her mother died three years ago, her father had been trying to find a way of getting rid of her. He had tried to dump her on her mother's sister, but she had three kids of her own and couldn't afford another mouth, so she stayed. She had gotten a job at a local dress shop so she could put some money aside to get away from her father. But she was nowhere near the amount of money needed to live on her own yet, and so had to depend on her father's good will.

She looked up at Mark Callaway again, knowing she had to convince her teacher to pass her, also knowing that there was no way she would pass the exam this Friday without a miracle. A plan had formed in her mind earlier that morning of how she could sway his mind her way. Thinking about it made her body flush with heat. It was her only chance.

She waited impatiently for the class to end, wanting to put her plan into action.

Finally, Mr. Callaway dismissed the class and turned to erase the blackboard. She had waited until the last student had left before quietly closing and locking the door. She moved to stand at his desk, waiting for him to notice her.

Abruptly, Mark's head turned to stare directly into her eyes, which gave her a jolt of awareness. He slowly lowered the eraser and turned fully towards her.

"Is there something I can do for you, Cheryl?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

She shivered as he said her name, moving toward him in long, languid strides until she stood just in front of him.

"I think the question is, is there anything I can do for you?" She made her voice soft and sultry, her expression one of promise and desire.

Mark stepped back, coming up against the board. She stepped forward, pressing her young body against him.

"I think I can do a lot for you, Mr. Callaway," she purred, running her hands over his broad, hard chest.

In a quick move that left her surprised and chagrined, he caught her wrists, pushing her away and moving around her to put his desk between them.

"Unless you have an anatomy problem you wish to discuss, I suggest you leave now before you do or say something embarrassing to both of us.."

Cheryl smiled slowly. "I definitely have an anatomy problem, Mr. Callaway."

Seemingly unaware of her insinuation, he nodded briskly. "Good." He moved around the desk to sit down. "How can I help you?"

Before he could stop her, she plopped herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "For starters, you can kiss me, then you can touch my--"

Mark abruptly stood, setting Cheryl on her feet and moving away. "I think you'd better leave, Miss Baldwin," he said firmly, gathering the papers on his desk.

Cheryl felt suddenly overwhelmed with desperate tears and began to cry, surprising not only him, but herself as well. She put her hands to her face and bawled like a baby, totally mortifying herself, but unable to stop.

Mark stood for a moment, undecided, then pulled her against him, patting her back, ineffectually trying to soothe her. She cried a little longer before pushing away from him, unable to meet his eyes, she was so humiliated by both his rejection and her uncontrolled outburst.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. I don't know what came over me."

"Are you having some troubles at home?"

Cheryl gave a mirthless laugh. "Troubles! That's putting it mildly. My dad just told me this morning that if I don't get an A in this class, he's kicking me out of the house."

Mark stiffened in amazement. "You're telling me that your own father would turn his sixteen year old daughter out into the street if you don't pass this class?"

Cheryl nodded sullenly, biting her lip when she realized that she wasn't going to get anywhere trying to seduce this man. His personal ethics probably precluded the very thought of sex for grades. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

He noticed her demeanor and made a decision.

"Come to my house at 7:00 sharp this evening," he said, writing down his address on a slip of paper and handing it to her.

She stared at him in astonishment. "You mean..."

"We'll work something out. That's all I can promise."

Cheryl's whole body flushed with sudden heat. He was going to take her up on her offer. Tonight they would make love and he would give her an A, and she'd get what she'd been fantasizing about all semester--his body.

"Oh, and bring your books," he added.

She frowned, then smiled. "Oh, yeah...sure," she said, realizing that he would want to keep up the appearance of being her teacher. She went along with it eagerly.

Cheryl hurried home after school and took a long luxurious bath, then dressed in her most provocative outfit: tight leather mini-skirt, low-cut halter top, and spiked heels. It was fortunate her father wasn't home, or he would bust a gasket at her clothes.

She drove her car over to Mark's house and parked, sitting for a while and watching it, anticipating the moment when he'd touch her, kiss her, make love to her. Right now, she didn't much care about her grades or if she got an F on everything from now on. All that mattered was his hands and mouth and body...

At seven o'clock exactly, she rang the doorbell. The door opened and she caught her breath. He was still wearing the clothes he wore to school, only the shirt was unbuttoned down to the middle of his chest, revealing smooth, rippling skin, his feet bare. The sight of them was strangely erotic. His hair was dishevelled, as if he'd been raking his fingers through it. He looked extremely rough and sexy.

"Good, you're punctual." He stepped aside,gesturing for her to enter.

She walked past him, inhaling his musky male scent. He guided her into the kitchen, where papers and books were scattered over the table. He gathered up some of the mess, making a place for her.

"Please, sit down," he urged. "Would you like a drink? Soda? Juice?"

She put her books down on the table and looked at him. "You have any beer?"

Mark glanced at her, his eyebrows slightly drawn in a disapproving frown. "Yes, but not for you to drink."

Cheryl chuckled. "Oh, come on. Don't be so stuffy. I've had beer before."

He grabbed a can of cola from the fridge and set it firmly down on the table in front of her. "Maybe. But not in my house you won't."

She looked at him for a long moment before shrugging indifferently. "Whatever you say, Mark." She deliberately used his first name and waited to see what he would do, but he only waved toward the chair. She sat down, wondering how he would begin to seduce her.

He sat down across from her and flipped some pages in his book before glancing up.

"I noticed from your previous tests that you have some problems with the involuntary functions of the kidneys, liver, spleen and gall bladder. Shall we start with that?"

Cheryl quickly realized with dawning disappointment and frustration, that he meant to tutor her, not make an exchange of sex for grades. After a few minutes, she slammed her book closed and stood up.

"I can't do it," she groaned. "It's too hard! There's too much to remember."

He looked up at her. "You can do it Cheryl," he corrected. "if you only apply yourself a little more. You're a very smart girl. I know you can conquer this subject as easily as all your other ones. Just try harder, study more and you'll succeed."

His words made her feel warm and her confidence began to grow, little by little. She sat down again and when they were done for the evening, she was beginning to have some hope that she could possibly pass this subject. She promised to come the next night to continue her tutoring.

For the next three days, Cheryl studied hard, concentrating on Mark's lectures and anticipating his private sessions. During this time, though, her desire for him did not wane. Rather, it had grown more intense, now that she wasn't dependant on using her body for good grades.

Friday came and she was amazed at how easily she breezed through the exam, her confidence at an all-time high. She also decided that evening, she would show her gratitude for Mark in the only way she knew how...the only way she wanted to show him.

She bathed and carefully dressed in an innocent-looking sundress. Beneath it, she wore a pair of sheer silk crotchless panties and no bra. She checked herself in the mirror, satisfied that she looked perfectly chaste and harmless. She wanted to lull him into a false sense of security before she rocked him off his foundations.

She was thankful that her father had gone out of town on business until the next night, leaving her free to pursue her own pleasures.

She pulled up to Mark's house and noticed that the garage door was up. She impulsively drove into the slot next to his black fiat, and got out, quietly closing the door. She looked up and down the street to see if anyone was watching, then quickly pushed the button that closed the garage door. She held her breath as it rumbled down, letting it out when it bumped lightly on the ground. She walked up to the kitchen door, wondering if Mark had heard the noise, wondering how she would explain herself. Peeking inside, she was relieved to see that he hadn't heard a thing. He sat at the table, head bent over a stack of papers, his attention completely riveted to what he was doing. She knocked lightly on the door.

Mark's head jerked up in surprise. He stood and moved to the door, opening it.

"Cheryl," he said. What are you doing here?"

She affected a nervous smile. "Well, I thought I could wait till Monday to find out how I did on my test, but..."" She trailed off, slightly embarrassed, and shrugged. "I know it's unusual, but could you tell me now?"

Mark's lips twitched in a brief smile, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement. He moved aside for her to enter. "As it happens, I was just in the middle of grading your test. If you care to wait a few minutes, I'll tell you your score."

Cheryl sat down, trying hard to look innocent, primly folding her hands in her lap., her eyes cast down demurely.

Mark returned to the test, picking up his red pen. Silence descended as he turned pages, making a little mark here, a comment there. Finally, when it seemed that she would scream with the tension, he set down his pen, shuffling the papers back in order. He then wrote at the top of the page, handing it to her with a slight flourish.

She hadn't realized how anxious she was until she took the test from his hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, afraid to see, but finally forced them open again to focus on the red ink.

She stared uncomprehendingly for a long time before it eventually sank in. She squealed in astonishment and delight. "An A? I can't believe it! I Passed!"

Mark stood and came around the table, taking the paper from her. "Let me show you the one's you missed. She tried to listen to what he was saying, but she was too distracted by her unexpected triumph and his nearness.

Suddenly, unable to contain herself, she bolted up from her chair, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him exuberantly all over his face.

Mark stiffened, reaching up to pull her arms down. "Cheryl, please, you shouldn't--" His protests were cut off as her mouth covered his in a kiss that was definitely, by no stretch of the imagination, innocent. His body responded instantly. He had tried, successfully he thought, to squelch the attraction he felt for her since the beginning of the school year, knowing it was wrong. She was sixteen, he was twenty-four. She was his student. There could be no kind of relationship, other than that of teacher/student. But right now, his body seemed not to want to adhere to his will. He resisted the temptation of her beautiful young body, then a thought insinuated itself into his head. What would one kiss hurt. He could take what he could from a kiss and then send her on her way. He fooled himself into believing that that would be enough.

He loosened his grip on her wrists, sliding them slowly up her arms, around her shoulders. He opened his mouth, angling his head to the side for a more deeper penetration. His tongue explored hers hungrily, tasting, testing, stroking, urging her to do the same--which she did eagerly.

Cheryl moaned, arching her back so that her breasts were crushed against his chest. She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him even closer, rising up on tiptoes to fit her body with his. She could feel the hard bulge of his erection through the material of his jeans.

Mark's hands slid lower until they cupped her buttocks, lifting her up so their hips were aligned, then he ground them into her, enjoying her moans of pleasure. She turned her head away, gasping for air, murmuring his name. He let her body slip down his, her breasts dragging over his shirt.

He buried his hands in her long, thick black hair, wrenching her head back and giving her the most erotic kiss she'd ever had in her life. Her knees almost buckled under the impact of it. She needed to sit down or she'd fall down. She managed to maneuver him back and press him down into the chair she had vacated. She immediately climbed into his lap, straddling him, all without breaking the kiss. She felt his hands slide up her legs, bunching the skirt of her dress as he moved higher and higher, until he was cupping her buttocks again, only the thin material of her panties separating his calloused hand from her warm, silky flesh. She unbuttoned his shirt, urging his arms down so she could pull it off. She then dropped it on the floor, smoothing her palms over his chest, quickly followed by her mouth. She took a flat male nipple into her mouth and began to suck, rolling the tip of her tongue around the hardening nub. She felt his fingers pulling down the straps to her sundress, exposing her firm, full breasts. He cupped them in his warm palms gently squeezing, kneading them, rolling her nipples between his fingers until they were hard and erect.

Mark's resolution and good intentions fell to the wayside as his desire grew. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop now, not until he'd feasted on her. He wanted her so badly that it was a physical ache. He bent her back, bracing an arm behind her to keep her from falling backward. He leaned forward and captured a nipple between his teeth, gently nipping, teasing it with his tongue before drawing it deeply into his mouth and sucking hard. Cheryl arched her back, deep stabs of pleasure shooting through her, centering between her legs, making her whimper and squirm. He moved to the other breast, repeating his exquisite torture. He lifted his head, swiftly whipping her dress over her head and onto the floor. He kissed her again, his hands squeezing and kneading her breasts again.

She couldn't take it anymore! She reached down and unfastened his jeans, easing out his engorged cock and stroking its awesome length and thickness. He was bigger than the boys she'd previously slept with, that only being three. She raised up, guiding him into her and slowly sank down onto him, easing him in until he was fully sheathed. She gave a deep groan of pleasure, small spasms rippling through her.

Mark's nostrils flared, his eyes closing as her inner walls clenched and released, clenched and released on his throbbing shaft. He grasped her hips, holding her still, as he threw his head back and concentrated.

Cheryl tried to move on him, but he held her fast. She moaned as she shuddered with need.

"Mark, please," she begged softly. "Let me ride you."

He ignored her pleas and she whimpered in frustration. Then something strange began to happen. Her pulse quickened as she felt an orgasm building without a movement from either herself or Mark. She gasped as her body began to jerk. She came abruptly, her body shuddering spasmodically. She collapsed against him.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at him in wonder. "How-what did you do?"

Instead of answering, he withdrew, still fully erect, stood, and carried her through to his bedroom. He laid her in the middle of the bed, quickly taking off the rest of his clothes and joined her, deftly removing her panties and dropping them to the floor. He began to kiss her, hot, open-mouthed ones that left her breathless, his hands caressing, stroking, squeezing her flesh until she was writhing with ecstasy. He moved over her, his mouth capturing a pert nipple, sucking it deep. He then moved to the other breast, laving the bud, flicking his tongue around and around it before drawing it deep like its twin. He moved lower, dipping his tongue into her navel...then lower. He nudged her thighs wide apart, bending her knees up until the flat of her feet were braced on the mattress. He kissed the soft, silky skin of her inner thigh, then parted her lips, gently touching his tongue to her throbbing clitoris.

Cheryl arched upward sharply, gasping in surprise. She tunneled her fingers into his hair as he fastened his mouth firmly on her and began to suckle, stroking his tongue over the engorged nub, grasping her hips to keep her still.

Mark teased, coaxed, sucked, licked, and tormented her, thrusting his clever tongue deep inside her, feeling her inner walls clench on him. He brought her to the brink of climax, easing off, then returned her to the edge.

She was out of her mind with pleasure. She tried to tug him up, begging and pleading with him to take her, whimpering as the pleasure grew almost to the point of pain.

Finally, Mark slid up her body and sank himself deep, feeling her shudder then arch upward, her hips grinding into his, her legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed her and she could taste herself on his tongue. She eagerly met his thrusts, moaning as he drove hard and deep, his pace quickening into a pounding rhythm that forced her up the bed until her head almost banged against the headboard. She didn't even notice. Her attention was totally centered on her pleasure. She panted his name over and over to the rhythm of his short, hard plunges until she abruptly bucked off the bed, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning bolt, She screamed, her body shuddering in release.

Mark felt her come and turned his focus on his own release, slowing his pace down, rocking back and forth, sliding in and out in long, gliding strokes, withdrawing almost fully before easing back in. He grasped her buttocks as he gradually increased his tempo until he was riding her powerfully, pumping hard and fast. He threw his head back in intense pleasure, growling deep in his throat. His hips snapped forward in a final lunge, coming in an agonizing rush, surprised and gratified to feel Cheryl join him, crying out his name. He convulsed, spurting deep within her before collapsing atop her in complete exhaustion.

Cheryl moaned, wrapping her arms and legs tighter around him and dropped into a deep slumber.