In Love With Shakespeare

Chair Legs

Her soft words sounded very genuine and very gentle.

"I'm not sure..." I said, and I really wasn't. I mean, I was superturned-on, like I said. I was desperate for more. On the other hand, if Professor East was actually going to do what I thought she was going to do, wasn't that, well, a little too much! A little weird, even?

Despite these thoughts, I found myself pushing upwards a little further, even slowly circling my hips a little like a dancer, pushing around and against my professor's apparently stiffening finger. I think my body was more sure what it wanted than my mind.

Then I felt it, the strange, insistent, push of a firm and oiled-up finger just gently easing inside me.

I remember gripping the chair-legs as if my life depended on it, and biting hard into my lower lip.

I remember whispering something like "I can't believe it" and then feeling my my muscles grip tightly and involuntarily around that daring finger, almost like a spasm but sustained and so, so intimate. "You OK?" my professor said kindly.

I really couldn't speak at that point. I think I just nodded and kind of grunted, "uh-huh".

That finger was going deeper inside me now and I felt like I might even pass out with the sheer danger and delight of that extended moment.

I bit harder into my bottom lip, partly to make sure that I didn't pass out.

"Can you feel the butter inside you now?" Professor East was whispering. Her voice itself sounded like butter at this point.

"I think I can," I managed to say.

My muscles were actually spasm-ing around her finger now. It almost felt like coming, but not quite.

My breathing was fast and shallow now. I wanted to talk, but it was incredibly difficult.

"I think I can feel it, yes. It feels somehow warm and even inflamed – oooooohh! – but in a good way."

"That sounds about right," Professor East said calmly. "I think it's working."

I was really disoriented by this point. But I knew that something was working.

Then I felt Professor East's other hand move past my hip and then settle at the base of my stomach. It felt so amazing to be touched and held from both sides like this. The hand on my stomach moved down a little. My skin felt so sensitive there. And I was thinking, If you touch my clit, I am going to explode!

Sorry, I know that sounds weird, but that's what I was thinking.