A Different Kind of Guidance (closed for desperado1089)

[DarkWarrioress]

There was just a moment5's hesitation before Clair's fingers slipped between her thighs and her finger found her clit. Using her thumb to circle and press against it, two fingers slid up into her wet pussy. She moaned around Stephen's cock as she sucked it down her throat. He throbbed against her tongue. With her own fingers inside of herself, plunging and retreating, she could feel the tension building along her spine and felt the heat rev up in her lower abdomen.

 

[desperado1089]

"Oh fuck, that's it baby, don't stop," Stephen grunted out as he ran his fingers through her hair. Suddenly he drew a deep, shuddering breath and came undone in the face of her ministrations, his seed coating her throat as he moaned her name.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She could sense how close her was and doubled up on her efforts. They were rewarded when she felt his cock ripple and felt the heat of his seed coat the back of her throat. She kept swallowing until he had given her everything he had to give in the moment. Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth from him, letting his cock slide from her mouth.

Clair was brought back to the present by the fact they were still in shower with the heated water pouring over them. Getting to her knees a bit wobbly, she used her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

“Well Professor, am I getting g an A for effort?”

Her eyes gleamed with humor as she reached for the soap to scrub herself down with.

 

[desperado1089]

"There's one last part of the assignment," Stephen said with a grin as he noticed she hadn't gotten off yet. He stilled her efforts to begin washing herself off as he slid a finger between her folds, stimulating her G-spot as his thumb rubbed circles on her clit. He cradled her with his free hand, his gaze intensely holding hers. "Cum for me, my sweet little Clair."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes held a question as she paused with the soapy cloth in hand. His hand. More precisely, his fingers, slid between her folds as he crooked a finger to brush over her G-spot, time and time again. Clair bucked against his hand, grinding into his palm. Their eyes were heated as they held. She couldn’t look away from his.

“Stephen… oh… oh…”

"Cum for me, my sweet little Clair."

As if that were all she needed, she let herself shatter on his hand. Her body shook and trembled. When her orgasm started to subside, her forehead rested on his shoulder as she breathed deeply, her warm breath flooding his skin.

 

[desperado1089]

"You didn't think I'd let you go without returning the favor, did you?", Stephen asked softly before plucking the soap from her trembling hands and beginning to slowly, lovingly clean her from head to toe. When he was done he would let her do so, or not, but either way there would be no further shenanigans for now.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair stood silently as he washed her and then she returned the favor. They both rinsed off under the shower’s water before stepping out. She reached for a towel and handed one to Stephen. The rest was typical things they needed to get done and get ready for classes.

It didn’t take Clair long to get dressed and be ready for them to get to campus. Stephen dropped her off just shy of reaching the campus. She shut the door and gave him a brief wave before she turned and strode toward class. Ironically, his class was her first and true to his promise, he got her there with a bit of time to spare. Hopefully, she could contain her blushes.

A wave of classmates were ahead of her and she simply followed them in, taking her usual seat at the front of the class. As she pulled out her notebook and pen, she wondered what the topic of today’s discussion would be. Setting her bookbag on the floor by her feet, she twiddled with her pen as she waited for the professor to enter.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen walked in and, reluctantly, gave Clair no more attention than he would any of the other students. To do otherwise would arouse suspicion. "All right, class. Today we will be discussing sex work, which encompasses any profession which is designed to elicit sexual arousal. Porn. Prostitution. Stripping. Those are the three main categories that come to mind when one thinks of 'sex work', but can anyone tell me if there are other such categories of sex work?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair raised her hand, a bit reluctantly. She waited to be called on.

“The internet influencers?”

She knew it was a really broad thing, encompassing the things he had already mentioned, but there was others included. Catering to men’s needs, even off color ones, was huge, she had discovered. Things like, and this blew her mind, women who farted in jars and actually sold it or even pictures of women’s feet. Really? There was also the far darker side, one Clair had discovered, but didn’t look into it too much.

 

[desperado1089]

"A valiant effort, Clair, but that falls under the umbrella of porn or prostitution, depending on the service rendered. In fact, technically stripping is not its own neat category, and strippers are often willing or persuaded to engage in prostitution." Stephen drew a large Venn diagram on the whiteboard, with one circle labeled "Porn", the other, "Prostitution." He turned back to the class and said, "For the purposes of this exercise, 'porn' involves sex work where the sex worker does not physically touch the customer in any way, and 'prostitution' involves sex work in which they do. I want each of you to come up here and write in one form of sex work, and tell us briefly why you think it is porn, prostitution or both. Ready? Are we all locked on target?" When the class murmured their agreement, he cocked his head and cupped his ear. "I said, are we all locked on target?!" The response was more enthusiastic so he clapped his hands and started to play 'Danger Zone' on his phone. "Good tone, good tone. Knight One, Fox Two!", he said and gestured for the first student to come on up.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair was crestfallen. Her first time actually answering something in his class and she failed. She had little time to think about it though. The class assignment was something she needed a moment to think about.

When it was her turn to come up to the whiteboard, her knees were shaking and her hands held a tremor. She took the pen and wrote, “Masturbation” under the column of porn. She turned toward the class to explain all the while twiddling with the pen in her hands. She bit her lower lip before speaking softly.

“Given the definitions by Professor Caldwell, I believe this falls under porn. However, I am leaning toward disagreeing here. The sex worker and the client can both agree to masturbate each other for a price. Also, by the same means, the scene can be recorded to be posted to also make money and can also be termed as porn. There are shops in our area that sell “porn” where the sex worker is satisfying a client and the recording is claimed as porn. Also I suppose,” she turned to write her answer under “Prostitution” as well.

“I also understand that if the sex worker is achieving the client’s wishes with the terms of money are involved, it would be labeled as “prostitution” as well.”

She set the pen in the tray just below the whiteboard and returned to her seat. She looked down at her notebook, looking neither right or left or up at Stephen sitting at his desk. Her heart was beating so rapidly that she felt like she was going to pass out.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen had, at least, given Clair an encouraging smile in response to her crestfallen look. It really wasn't a big deal, he wasn't grading any of those questions nor was he really doing so now. He smiled when she gave concise, clear answers but when she looked down at her notebook, he figured something should be done. So he perhaps engaged in a slight betrayal of his Air Force buddies and sent her a GIF of Tom Cruise's Maverick character (a US Navy aviator, hence the 'betrayal') saluting from the cockpit of his fighter jet.

"Well done, everyone," he said when everyone had had a turn to write something on the board. "Now, let's see how your Venn Diagram compares...", he got up and flipped over the whiteboard, "to mine." Clair might be pleased to note that "Masturbation" was in the "Both" category, which technically matched Clair's reasoning but was only written once, instead of twice. Hopefully, that would not further derail her confidence. "There are many porn sites out there that feature solo content, and most OnlyFans creators typically feature solo content as well. Furthermore, prostitutes can and have been paid merely to masturbate for the client's enjoyment. However, if we were to list every single possible sex act, it could be argued that they all can be done in porn or in person, and we'd run out of ink before we listed them all!" He got the intended response from the class, a wave of laughter that rolled across the room like a gentle breeze.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair was fast learning that this class was becoming more and more just like all her others. She was starting to feel a bit more confident and given her “private tutoring”, she felt like she could learn to relax more. The laughter from the class was infectious and before Clair knew it, they were dismissed. She gathered her books and stuffed everything into her book bag before she headed out. As aware of him as she ever was, she stifled the urge to glance at him.

The rest of her classes went well. Hectic, but well. Once back in her dorm room she took out the clothes she had worn to Stephen’s place and put them in the dirty hamper before she settled in to write a couple of papers that would be coming due.

After about an hour, she gave up. One paper was complete, the other half-way done. Her brain kept wandering back to Stephen. Food. She needed to eat. Grabbing up her jacket and her purse, she headed out to the Dining Hall. Finding herself more tired than hungry, she chose a piece of pizza and a salad. Once done, Clair hurried back to her dorm and lay on her bed, closing her eyes. Her mind, however, refused to let her sleep as she thought about Stephen, her parents and the tenets she had been taught all her life. Her fingers fiddled with the small cross at her throat. Before long, sleep claimed her. Stephen had certainly worn her out this morning as well as last night.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen had two more classes to teach that day, and of course by the end of the day he was tired. He ate dinner at a Chinese place just off of campus, and collapsed on his bed fully clothed with a groan into his pillow.

"I really hope this doesn't come back to bite me," he mumbled to his empty bedroom as he got up and changed to sweats and a T-shirt to make sure he didn't have anything to do before he turned in.

His thoughts inevitably turned to Clair and he pulled out his phone and texted her. Hey. Thinking about you. You doing all right? Don't forget softball practice tomorrow. No post-practice shower sex this time...at least not on campus.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her phone buzzed, waking her from a light sleep. Groggily she turned it so she could read who was texting her. It was Stephen. Pushing herself up on the bed and rubbing her eyes, she typed back.

Dreaming about you. Everything’s good. Just catching some z’s. I haven’t forgotten about softball. See you then.

She hit send. Her cheeks reddened as she thought about the last time after softball practice. Yeah. They weren’t taking a chance on that happening again. They had gotten lucky the last time. Still, she was looking forward to seeing him again.

The next day, school went about as usual but she did notice that she wasn’t getting messed with as much as when the school year had started. Hopefully, people were getting to know her instead of judging her first. Making sure her books and belongings were secured in her room, she changed clothes and headed out for the softball field across campus. Shorts, t-shirt, her well worn reeboks, and a baseball cap pulled down over her ponytail. Clair snatched up her baseball glove that sat by the door before she headed out.

With time to spare, Clair joined some of the other girls in warming up. Stretches to start with and then a light jog around the field. She kept her eyes open for Stephen without looking too conspicuous about it.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen and the head coach both stepped onto the field just then. "All right, ladies!", called the head coach. "Today we're gonna be playing a full game, nine innings top and bottom! Top performers will be our starting lineup going forward, so bring your A-games! Assistant Coach Caldwell, if you would?" Stephen held a box that had a cover that would allow someone to stick their hand in without viewing what was inside. "In this box are an equal number of red and blue poker chips. Sorry, you can't keep them, I needed something that was numerous enough in different colors." A few of the girls laughed at his joke. "I'm sure I don't need to explain what's about to happen. Form an orderly line and let's get going!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Coach held out the box in front of her and Clair stuck her hand inside, her fingers rummaging around for a chip to grasp. Pulling her hand free she saw he had a blue chip. Once he had gone down the line, they separated into two lines. Clair joined the girls who were holding a blue chip, which she returned to coach as he came by with the box again for them to deposit them back into.

Today was going to be tough. How badly did she want to make the starting lineup? Badly enough. She was a competitor. They all were waiting to see what position the coach was going to put them in. Clair was hoping for first baseman or even shortstop. It was hard to call which position she would get. The coaches didn’t play favoritism. They all knew they needed to work hard for a starting position.

 

[desperado1089]

One of the umpires had volunteered to be there, and she flipped a coin to determine which team would be the home team. "Blue is the home team! Play ball!", she shouted before pulling her mask down and getting behind the plate.

It just so happened that Caldwell was coaching the blue team, and the head coach was coaching red. Blue and red mesh over-tops were handed out before the game began and Caldwell put Clair at shortstop to start with.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair bounced on her feet once or twice as she waited for the batter of the red team to step up to the plate. Her knees bent slightly as she got her glove down and ready, watching the play at the plate and waiting for the ball to be hit.

She was all too aware of Coach Caldwell standing on the sidelines watching the ladies out in the field. She couldn’t mess this up. She loved the game and waited nothing more than to be on the starting line-up when their first game started up.

The batter, Vivian, as Clair would recall, swung at the pitch and missed. The second ball she let go by. All too soon it was a full count. Vivian’s next swing came and Clair heard the crack of the bat as it hit the ball and the latter came low and fast, right at her. Clair scooped it up and threw to first. Vivian was out in seconds.

After that first play, Clair’s heart settled back down and she was intensely concentrating on the game.

 

[desperado1089]

Caldwell clapped when Clair made the play, no more exuberantly than he normally would, but his gaze lingered on her for a bit longer than might be appropriate. At any rate, he continued to watch the practice game, with a clipboard in his hand on which he made little check marks or X's next to each girl's name. The goal was for him and the head coach to have the same sheet, and compare after the game. If anyone had known about their relationship, they would have been proud of how objective he was when it came to Clair's performance (at least when it came to the sheet). He knew that if he pushed her onto the starting lineup when she wasn't really good enough, it would have a cascade failure-type of effect, and one of those events in the chain would surely be Clair herself being mad that he did that.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A quick glance at Stephen and she saw him scribbling on his clipboard. She didn’t glance his way for very long as another ball came flying and almost passed her. It clipped her glove and she was able to press it into her mitt. She quickly tossed it to the second baseman who in turn snapped it to first. Double play!

As they trotted toward the dugout, Clair high-fived with the second baseman with a grin. She sat on the bench awaiting her turn to bat. There was little doubt in her mind that she needed to perform just as good at batting as she did (hopefully) at fielding to make the first string. She was nervous to be sure. Her legs moved nervously as she clapped and watched one of her teammates come up to bat.

“Come on, Sheryl! You can do this.”

Clair encouraged from the dugout.

 

[desperado1089]

Sheryl was, of course, among the best at tryouts and at practices, which was why she was batting leadoff. And she continued to impress, hitting a high flying solo home run her first time at bat. "Yes! Way to go, Sheryl!", he exclaimed as he made a note on his clipboard. He picked up a spare ball and tossed it to the catcher; the home run ball was visible where it landed so there was no harm in leaving it there so the game could continue.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Kathy was up next. As the girl stepped into the batter box, Faith got up and picked up the bat of her choice and started to swing it to warm up as she got into the on deck circle. Her eyes were fixed on Kathy and when Kathy struck out, Faith told her as she placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“It’s ok, Kathy. You’ll get ‘em next time.”

Kathy smiled at Faith and headed for the dugout to sit down, where the other girls gave Kathy some support. In the meantime, Faith walked toward the batter’s box, tugging lightly on her helmet as she did so. Her eyes were fastened on the pitcher. Grounding her back foot, Faith raised her bat over her shoulder. She was ready.

Strike 1. Faith stepped back and out of the batter’s box for a moment and then stepped back in, swinging her bat once and then made ready.

Ball 1. She had almost swung at that pitch. Almost.

All too soon it was a full count. Faith had to concentrate. The next thing she heard was the crack of the bat and without thinking Faith dropped her bat and ran like hell toward first. It was a base hit, grounding past the short stop. Somewhere along the way to first, Faith lost her helmet. Her legs carried her to the first base plate and then she turned out, having over run it. That was okay though. She was safe at first.

With no time to think about it, Carol got up to bat. Faith led off first with just a little leeway. She wasn’t good at stealing, but if the hit was good and the fielders were not on their stuff, Faith would take it and go…..