Aftercare and Questions

Some minutes later, Sam is sitting on your couch, sipping at a mug of hot chocolate and looking rather dazed. At your gentle urging, he's showered in your bathroom, finally washing off the smell of your sweat and cum, and he's now wearing his cute little shorts and one of your t-shirts since you destroyed that tank-top of his while stripping him. Somehow the sight of him draped in your clothing, the light blue shirt big enough to cover him down to the bare knees, is very appealing indeed. It feels somewhere in your lizard brain like just by having him wear your shirt you've staked your claim on this soft, pretty boy. As much as it makes you disgusted with yourself to admit it, you know you have in other ways too. The longing, adoring look he gives you, like you're all that exists in the world, makes that clear enough.

You are trying very hard to control yourself, but after that brief nap your sex-drive has seemingly recovered in it's entirety, and you were waddling about awkwardly with your erection pressed between your jeans and your leg when you made him that cocoa. Part of you wants to bend him over that couch and shove your cock back into his wriggling, squealing body, another part wishes you could usher cute, half-naked Sam out of your apartment as quickly as you could before the pink mist descends and you lose control again. Only that feels far too callous after what you did to him. He's confused right now, very confused. That's why he babbled that nonsense about being in love with you. He needs time to rest, recover and you both have to talk properly about what happened. If you just boot him out now into the cold, he'll be kneeling at your doorstep tomorrow begging for another chance. You have to make him understand this can't continue.

It's not a conversation you're relishing, but you have a real responsibility to this sweet, lost boy now, beyond just that he's your student you're supposed to be tutoring. He thinks he loves you because he's silly and confused and you're probably the first woman to ever show an interest in him, no matter how it was expressed. You need to explain as much. Then you can usher him out of your apartment and get to figuring out how you're going to tell student services what you did to him.

With a sigh, you sit yourself down on the couch, next to him, but with a good distance between you. You're not about to risk one of his soft, pale thighs brushing against your leg. He looks a little put-out that you're so far from him, pouting adorably between sips of his warm cocoa. You find yourself rather dazed still that any boy could be quite that cute, which just makes you more ashamed that you could take advantage of such a sweetheart the way you did. He deserves to be with a girl his own age, one who'll treat him kindly, one who's first instinct isn't to shove her massive, ugly cock down his soft, little throat and **** him with it.

"Sam..." You begin, looking down at him with what you hope looks like gentle concern with as little of the simmering arousal you're also feeling. "What happened...just now, it was wrong and it can't continue." He starts to open his mouth to babble something but you silence him with a single raised finger. He stares submissively at you, his soft lips pursed shut. "I understand how you think you're feeling right now, Sam, but that isn't real. You're confused because of what I did to you."

"No Ms. Black." He shakes his head, gazing back at you with certainty you'd never expect to see from such a shy boy. "I'm not confused. It is real. I know I'm in love with you, and I have been since...you first spoke to me. Don't you...um, remember what you said?" You pause, gazing back at this pretty boy, the devotion in his eyes making your heart ache. It's something you don't often admit, even to yourself, but you are very lonely. You've never made friend easily, and of course you've struggled long and hard over keeping a boyfriend. Your life is starved of real intimacy, and you feel that now, more than ever. Now this beautiful, submissive boy is telling you he's in love with you. How are you supposed to resist that? Only you have to, however you can, even if your resolve is rapidly dwindling.

"I don't, Sam." You admit. Your cock is hard as ever, pressing against your leg, but now you also feel a different kind of longing towards the cute boy sitting there on your couch. You want to hold him, to pull his slender body into your chest and hug him tight, feeling him clinging to you with his soft little hands.

"It was...um, during an open day last year, Ms. Black." The darling boy continues. "They were showing us the departments, and everyone else was making friends, but I was too shy. Then...I got separated from the group because no-one told me we were leaving. I was upset and worried, looking for where I was supposed to go, then I ran into you in the corridors. The tallest, most beautiful woman I'd ever seen...I was kind of scared, but I just couldn't look away. You came and asked me if I was alright. I was so nervous I could hardly speak, but you seemed to know what had happened anyway. You took me with you and talked about the college and your work, being so kind and not even minding that I was quiet and shy. Then you lead me back to the group and made sure I was fine, telling me I could come find you again if I ever needed anything. That was when I knew I'd come here...even though it was far from home and I didn't know anyone. I couldn't...face the thought of never seeing you again, Ms. Black."

Your heart melts like butter in your chest, and you shudder against the couch. He remembers that and suddenly you do too. Stumbling on this precious, sweet boy lost and alone, feeling your heart ache with sympathy as you remembered your own sad and lonely school days. Of course you were attracted to him as well, but at the time you'd just wanted to help how you could. When he'd turned at the end and thanked you in a sweet, quivering voice you'd felt rather like you were floating. You'd spent the rest of the week smiling and skipping around, riding the high of helping such a sweet pretty boy. Now...you feel that same warm lightness in your chest, and your fragile resolve wavers to the point of breaking.

"Sam, you should find someone else." You murmur, but your voice is trembling and uncertain. "I'm...not what you need. I was way too rough on you. I can't...stop myself. I'm a New Female and I'm too old for you..."

"No Ms. Black." He shakes his head again, his pale cheeks flushing pink. "I really, really liked everything you did to me. I...couldn't say it before, but I...want to be treated that way, if it's by you. It all felt so good. I just want to be yours now, Ms. Black, like you told me while we were...together. I'll drop out of college and stay here with you. You can do what you want to me, use me how you please and I'll like it all, I promise." He stares longingly up at you, and your cock twitches between your legs at his sweet siren words. Now not only do you have the prospect of intimacy wearing down your resolve, but the delicious thought of this sweet boy as your adoring submissive toy. The combination is far too powerful, and in that moment you feel what remains of your will shatter like glass.

"You're not dropping out of college, Sam." You murmur softly. "If...this continues, I won't have you ruining your life." He nods fervently, his pretty face lighting up with giddy delight. Already on the verge of pouncing on him, you hurriedly continue before he can speak again and make that a certainty by saying something adorable. "I want you to stay away from me for the rest of the week at least. Both of us need to think very seriously about what we're doing here. While you're away, you're going to come up with just what you want from this relationship. Text me on the weekend, whatever your decision then is, and if you want this to continue we'll meet up then and have a talk about what's going to happen next."

"Yes Ms. Black, thank you!" He squeals in hot delight, wriggling on the couch like an eager little kitten. You bite your lip hard. Fuck he's so cute...and he's just promised he'll let you do anything you want with him. Your depraved mind is already running through some truly delicious possibilities.

"I'm not making any promises, Sam." You growl, but you're not convincing yourself or him. This has gone too far already. You were lost the moment you kissed him against the café wall. "Now...I need you to leave, okay? And please, do as I asked. Think very carefully about if this is what you really want. I'll be...okay if you decide you don't want to continue." You're not sure you will. Already the way he stares at you is becoming an addiction.

"I know already, Ms. Black." He squirms up from the seat, puts his empty mug on the table in front of him, and gives you a longing, adorable look. "I love you, but I'll do whatever you want. If you want me to stay away a few days, I will, just...please don't forget about me. I want to be yours...that's all I want."

"I won't forget, Sam." You gasp, hardly believing this sweet, adorable thing could ever believe you could. Not after the heady bliss of your time in bed, and now the raw emotion of this talk. "Now, please...go. I'll text you on the weekend, don't worry." With a cute nod and smile, the boy turns on his heel and scurries for your door, pausing only to give you another devoted, submissive look over your shoulder that makes your knees weak. You almost speak...almost order him sharply back so he can kneel between your legs where he clearly belongs and get back to fervently worshipping your aching cock. Somehow, what remains of your resolve holds out however, and you collapse back into the couch with a sigh, letting him slip out the door.

Fuck, that wasn't how any of that was supposed to go. This is a mistake, you know that, but you can't resist all the same. You're slipping into sin, choosing indulgence over good sense and morality, but it feels so good you just can't muster the energy to tell yourself it's wrong. Already you miss Sam, miss the way he looks at you. You just want him back, kneeling beside you naked, a collar round his neck with the leash wrapped firmly round your wrist. It's a mistake...but damn if it isn't going to feel good to make it.