A Learning Curve

"Start by undressing," Kyle said smoothly, his tone somewhere between instruction and temptation. "Not like you're rushing into a bath. I want you to think about every movement as a way to show off your body."

Aria let out a soft breath, the corners of her mouth curling slightly. “Mmm… I like professors who give clear instructions,” she murmured, her tone playful, eyes locked on his. “Takes all the guesswork out of being a good student.”

Her fingers moved to the ties of her dress—lavender fabric clinging to her like it didn’t want to let go. She tugged slowly, deliberately, loosening each knot with a practiced grace. The neckline shifted, dipping lower to reveal her collarbones, then the slope of her shoulders.

With a gentle shrug, the dress slid further, baring the soft swell of her breasts. Pale skin met the open air, and her cute little nipples tightened, reacting to the open air. Her hands stilled just beneath them, not covering, not hiding, just letting him look.

She tilted her head and added with a grin, “How am I doing so far, sir?”

Kyle didn’t move, but his gaze grew heavier, hungrier. “Good. Keep going.”

She smiled and moved her hand behind her back, fingers expertly finding the clasp of her gown. With a subtle flick, the fabric loosened and slid past her hips, brushing against her soft thighs before pooling in a quiet puddle around her bare feet. She stood in nothing but delicate undergarments. Her cheeks glowed red, but she still bit her lower lip, eyes flicking up with a glint of mischief.

"Now those," Kyle murmured, pointing at her cute blue and gold panties.

With one hesitant breath, Aria slid her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties and eased them down. Inch by inch, the fabric revealed the gentle curve of her hips, the smooth dip of her belly, and the tender pink slit between her thighs.

"Like that?" She stepped out of them slowly, entirely nude now—her bare form glowing in the dappled light.

Kyle’s gaze burned over her body—the curve of her waist tightening, the slight tremble in her parted thighs, the bare skin exposed beneath the thin fabric. His voice dropped, rough and commanding. "Hands on your hips, show your goods!"

Aria obeyed instantly, sliding her hands down to rest firmly on her hips. Her fingers splayed wide, pressing into the warm skin, accentuating the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her thighs parted just enough to reveal the slick, glistening heat between them, every inch on display.

Kyle stepped closer, the heat of his body pressing into hers. “That’s it. Now kneel. It’s time to begin the lesson.”

Aria sank slowly to her knees, thighs flexing under smooth skin. She bit her lower lip sharply, eyes darting sideways before meeting Kyle’s dark, hungry gaze again.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “What exactly do you want me to do, teach?”

Kyle’s fingers curled around her cheek, thumb tracing her jaw slowly. His voice was low and commanding, dripping with heat. “First, you get my pants down. Slow, deliberate. No fumbling.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to his hips. “And then?”

Kyle’s grin was crooked, dangerous. “Then I teach you a proper use for you mouth.”

Aria’s fingers trembled slightly as she hooked them under the waistband of Kyle’s pants. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled the fabric downward, revealing the hard length beneath. Her breath caught—her cheeks heating as the full sight of him pressed against his boxers made her pulse race.

Aria’s fingers hesitated just a moment, eyes tracing the length of Kyle’s cock as it pressed against the fabric. Her brow furrowed slightly. “What… what is that?” she whispered, voice tinged with both curiosity and a flicker of nervousness.

Kyle smirked, leaning closer, his breath warm against her ear. “That, is your new favorite toy.”

Aria’s lips curled into a mischievous giggle, the tension melting away as the naughty edge in his words sent a spark straight through her. "It doesn't look too fun, just a soft long stick,” she teased, eyes sparkling, as her hand caressed his cock through the fabric of his pants.

Aria’s hand moved tentatively at first, fingers curling around the soft fabric, kneading the length beneath. She felt it respond instantly—growing thicker, harder—pushing insistently against the confines of his boxers. Her palm pressed firmer, gliding over the warmth, the slickness slowly seeping through the fabric.

“It’s getting bigger and harder,” she murmured, eyes wide as the hardness stretched the underwear tighter and tighter until it was clearly too small to contain him.

Kyle’s voice dropped, rough with desire. “Take it down. Don’t be shy.”

Aria hesitated, then carefully tugged the waistband lower, freeing more of him — but just as she did, the thick shaft slipped free with a sudden, sharp slap against her forehead.

She gasped, blinking up at Kyle, cheeks flushed from surprise and mock anger, "Hey! You knew that would happen!" She was pouting her lips at his just as his shaft covered half of her face, and her expression slowly changed from angry to interested as she breathed more and more of his smell.

Kyle’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched Aria’s face flush deeper, her breath hitching as his shaft brushed over her cheek.

“Lick the tip,” he commanded, voice low and teasing.

Aria blinked, hesitant. “Do you think… my boyfriend, Hector, would really like that?” she asked, voice small but curious.

Kyle chuckled, the sound thick with promise. “If he’s smart, he’d be begging you to do exactly this.”

Her lips curled into a shy smile as she leaned in closer, tongue flicking lightly over the slick head, tasting the salty precum.

Kyle’s eyes darkened as he watched Aria’s tentative lick, his breath hitching slightly. He reached out, tilting her chin up gently, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Slow,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “Don’t rush it. Take your time.”

Aria’s tongue flicked again, this time a little longer, tracing the sensitive ridge of the tip. Kyle’s hand slid down, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements without ****. “More pressure,” he ordered, voice low and insistent. “Let your lips wrap around me. Suck, but don’t take it deep. That's a lesson for later.”

She obeyed, lips sliding over the swollen head, warm and tight, her tongue swirling in slow, lazy circles. Kyle groaned softly, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, as he leaned back slightly, his eyes closing for a brief moment to savor the sensation.

“Look at me,” Kyle commanded sharply. Aria’s eyes lifted to his, wide and bright, filled with a mix of nervousness and growing excitement. “Use your tongue on the underside—there’s a spot that drives me insane. Slide it back and forth. Slow, steady.”

Her tongue flicked beneath the rim, tracing the sensitive seam, and Kyle’s breath hitched again, without thinking about it he launched his fingers into her hair. “Good,” he breathed. “Now, take me deeper—slow. Don’t rush, but don’t stop either. I'll help with with my hands.” he gently tugged her head on his cock.

Aria’s cheeks flushed in deeper red and she slowly nodded, her lips stretching comfortably around his thick length. Her tongue traced teasing patterns inside her mouth, circling, swirling, working every sensitive inch. Kyle used his hands to get her mouth deeper and deeper until she could feel the head of his cock brushing the back of her throat.

And then it happened—she gagged. The sudden, involuntary spasm was a shock to her system. She jerked back, eyes wide with surprise and a bit of fear, her mouth coming free with a wet pop. Kyle's cock was slick with her saliva and glistening in the firelight.

"I’m sorry," she gasped out immediately, her eyes wide and apologetic as she looked up at him. She didn’t know what to do next, feeling like she had just failed some crucial test.

But Kyle just chuckled, his hand stroking her cheek reassuringly. "Don’t worry about it," he said, his voice thick with lust. "It’s your first time. Just try again."

Aria took a deep breath and nodded, eager to get it right, to make him feel good. She leaned back in, her eyes locked on his, and parted her lips once more. This time, she took his cock back into her mouth, letting it fill her again, taking her time to adjust to the feeling of him pressing against her throat.

Kyle watched her, his eyes hooded and dark with desire. Her eyes watered but the young slut really wanted to make it good for him. Aria nodded, her eyes watering. She grabbed onto Kyle’s thighs, digging her nails in slightly, using the leverage to **** herself closer.

With a soft moan, she pushed Kyle’s cock down her throat, feeling it hit the back of her throat with a gentle thud. She coughed a little around his shaft, her throat muscles spasming, but she kept going, eager to show him she could do it.

“That’s right,” Kyle murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Take it all in, Aria. Show me you can handle a real man’s cock.”

Her eyes were wide with the effort, but she nodded, her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper. He felt the tip of his cock press at the entrance to her throat, and for a moment she coughed, her eyes tearing up. Kyle’s hand hovered near her head, but he didn’t move to help her, watching instead with a strange mix of admiration and amusement.

And then, she did it—she took him to the base, her nose pressing into his pubes. For a brief moment, she paused, her throat convulsed around him, and Kyle felt himself teeter on the edge of his control. But she pulled back, gasped for air, and did it again—this time, her eyes never leaving his.

He could see the triumph in her gaze, the excitement in her eyes. Aria's mouth was a warm, wet heaven around him, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. "Hold on," he groaned, his hands tightening in her hair as he gently pulled her off his cock. "I’m about to cum, and I want you to swallow it all. But I think I'd like to see it on your face first."

Aria looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion, her mouth still open, the corners of her lips coated with a glisten of saliva. She nodded, her cheeks still flushed from her efforts. He could see the question in her eyes, but she didn't ask—instead, she leaned back on her haunches, her full, naked breasts heaving with every breath she took.

Kyle stepped back slightly, and stroked himself once, twice, and then, with a grin, said, "Open your mouth. Wide."

Aria obeyed, her lips parting, eyes wide. And with one swift, powerful stroke, Kyle shot his cum—spurt after spurt—across her face. It painted her cheeks and chin, a hot, sticky mess that she couldn’t help but flinch from. But she kept her eyes on his, watching him with a mix of shock and excitement as he painted her features with his white cream.

"Wow, professor... That was quite a lesson," Aria managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from her efforts. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes wide and slightly glazed with excitement. She slowly reached with her hands and smudged some traces across her skin. She soon managed to get enough of his cum to put on her tongue, tasting him while looking at his face.

Kyle’s smirked making his post-orgasmic face less stupid, “You did well, Aria. But remember—practice makes perfect.”

Her eyes lifted to his, wide and shining. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaving a stray drop of cum on it. “Does that mean… we’ll do it again?”

He stepped in, fingers brushing along her jaw as he cupped more of his cum from her cheek and placed it between her opened lips. “Oh, we’re just getting started. But for now…” He gave her a small, knowing grin. “Let’s go grab some lunch. You’ve earned it.”