A Different Kind of Guidance (closed for desperado1089)

[DarkWarrioress]

She barely heard him through the pounding blood rushing through her ears. She gripped his arms tighter, if that was even possible and then it slammed into her, making her body arch against his and shake. All she saw was stars and everything else went black for a moment as she strained against the orgasm that hit her so suddenly, so intensely, that she yelled out his name.

There was no telling how long it lasted. Time, for her, had melted away. The orgasm left her drained and she half collapsed against him and half against the wall. She could feel his cock swell inside of her even more. Was that possible? Her internal muscles tightened around his length, stroking, rippling, drawing him further inside her. Clair felt his muscles tensing and her body welcomed him.

“Do it, Stephen. I want to feel you cum….”

Her voice, soft, raspy and heated against his neck.

 

[desperado1089]

If anyone had asked Stephen later on how the hell he'd avoided cumming at the same time she did, he'd have no earthly idea. He held her through her climax and made sure she didn't fall. At her encouragement he grinned and gave her the fucking she'd asked for at the beginning and within moments his world turned white and his words incomprehensible as he erupted within her, his cock throbbing as he coated her most sacred place with his seed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

And he did. It wasn’t long before she felt his hot seed coat her inner core. It caused her to spam around him one more time. Then she blinked and stared at the gorgeous man in front of her. Her world spun. Not only because of the advent of sex, (and the fact that the world hadn’t caught on fire or she had found herself in hell) but because he was attracted to her. About as much as she was to him. She leaned against him as she reached around him to turn the shower off. She handed him the towel she had set aside to dry her hair and grabbed the other one to dry her body off with.

She knew that the things he whispered in her ear were just sexy things. Things that made her hot. Oh, so hot. What did remain was the fact he wanted to do more of this. With her. Why her? Maybe she’d ask him about that one of these days. In the meantime, they needed to get dressed and get out of there.

“We should get out of here,” she murmured against his warm skin. She had this sudden urge to lick him; he smelled so good. It was an urge she contained.

 

[desperado1089]

"You're right. Someone could catch us." Stephen demonstrated a profound reluctance when he finally let her go and started to put his clothes back on. He'd also give her a hand with her things and at long last, he hung up the whistle in Coach Harding's office.

As Clair gathered herself and her belongings, he stilled her with a hand on her shoulder, which promptly laid itself on her cheek. "I am not just attracted to you in a physical sense, my dear Clair. I am also quite fond of you. In short, I like you. A lot. It is too early to call it more, but...I believe the potential is there."

He would give her a moment to process this and answer, and then he'd switch topics somewhat: "If you're certain you're safe, then I won't press you. But I do recommend that you take a morning-after pill. Just in case. On a related note, I'd like to make a suggestion, and that is all it is, but perhaps you may want to use the coursework you hand in to signal things you want to try with me, or at the very least that you want to ask me about one-on-one. Perhaps something subtle like making the dots of your I's little hearts, get as creative as you like but don't draw attention to it. Maybe if you usually use black ink, use blue ink." He took a breath to steady his nerves and shut off his rambling before dropping the last bomb: "Finally, I'd like to take you to dinner, someplace far enough from campus that the risk of being recognized is low."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"You're right. Someone could catch us."

There was reluctance in his voice that mirrored her own as he pulled away from her. She also felt this sense of loss. Still, she hurried through drying herself and walking back to her locker to get dressed. She had to give him points though. He didn’t just get dressed and left her to herself. It made her feel better. As he helped her with her stuff, she felt his hand on her cheek.

"I am not just attracted to you in a physical sense, my dear Clair. I am also quite fond of you. In short, I like you. A lot. It is too early to call it more, but...I believe the potential is there."

Her lips turned upward in a shy smile.

“I like you too, Stephen. A lot. This seems so wrong, but it feels so right.”

"If you're certain you're safe, then I won't press you. But I do recommend that you take a morning-after pill. Just in case. On a related note, I'd like to make a suggestion, and that is all it is, but perhaps you may want to use the coursework you hand in to signal things you want to try with me, or at the very least that you want to ask me about one-on-one. Perhaps something subtle like making the dots of your I's little hearts, get as creative as you like but don't draw attention to it. Maybe if you usually use black ink, use blue ink."

She stopped in the process of putting up her wet hair and glanced at him over her shoulder.

“Those are not bad ideas. I’ll think of something to let you know.”

She put her backpack on and gathered her books, closing her locker door.

"Finally, I'd like to take you to dinner, someplace far enough from campus that the risk of being recognized is low."

Clair clutched the books to her chest as they started to walk toward the back doors of the locker room. She abruptly stopped, turning to look at him. She liked the idea. What she didn’t like was the sneaking around. She didn’t want to be someone that had to be hidden away. It made her feel…..dirty. As if what they had done together was something bad. She frowned, resting her chin on the top of her books.

“I’d like that, but let me think about it, okay? Would you put your phone number in my phone?”

She scrambled for the phone tucked in her back pocket and unlocked it before she handed it to him. She wasn’t even sure if this was a good idea, but it gave her an avenue to be able to speak with him and not as a student.

 

[desperado1089]

Smiling, Stephen put his number in her phone before handing it back to her, and as if sensing her thoughts, he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Just because we both want this, doesn't mean other people will be as understanding or as open-minded. We should not think of what we are doing, what we have, as wrong...but I worry for us both if the wrong person finds out. Because, even if it isn't against the rules, we can both still be punished in ways that don't look like punishments, at least on paper. Does that make sense?" Images flashed through his head of Clair being relentlessly tormented, perhaps even physically assaulted, over his relationship with her. And while he realized that she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions, that warred with his intense desire to keep her safe, at least as much as he could. "I will make it up to you, somehow," he said, "if you'd like."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair took her phone back and was tucking it into her back pocket as she listened to him, nodding. There would always be nosy people who always had something to say. Good or bad. If someone found out about them, he could be in real trouble or they could make life hard for him and he didn’t deserve that. She wasn’t about to be the ruin of his career. She laid a free hand on his forearm.

“There’s nothing for you to make up to me. The situation is what it is. I better get going. I’ve got some studying to do and I have this professor for my first class that has given me a ton of homework. See you in class.”

Yes, she was teasing him. There wasn’t all that much to do for his class. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek before she turned away and headed back to her dorm room. It wasn’t a long walk and her mind used the time to process what had just happened. Returning to her room, she walked in quietly, appreciative that she hadn’t been issued a roommate this semester. Tossing her books on her desk, while she made a solemn vow to hit her books a bit later. Right now, she just wanted to lie down on her bed and process.

Her body was sore, in all the right places. Maybe later she could find some time to use the university’s sauna to help with the small aches and pains. Of course, her core was another matter altogether. She’d given Stephen her virginity and she didn’t regret a single thing. She didn’t care what her parents’ thoughts or what they thought the bible said either. The Bible, she felt, was subjective. It was an age-old debate and Clair had her own thoughts on the matter. Her thoughts and feelings were overwhelming her. There was simply no denying that she wanted him and she was sure he felt the same way about her. With a sift sigh, she slipped from her bed and sat gingerly down at her desk, pulling her books close to her.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen was wearing a shit-eating grin the whole time she was teasing him, and he had to refrain from lightly smacking her butt as she turned to walk away. "Hey, don't forget to call or text me or something, else I won't have your number!", he called after her. When she was gone, he laughed softly and shook his head. "Fuck, I hope this doesn't go to hell in a handbasket."

Their next class session, he was damn near painfully aware of her presence, she seemed to be in vivid color where the rest of the students and the background was mostly monochrome. Am I already falling in love with her? Well, if I am, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. What troubled him the most was that Clair was still a little mousey, preferring to keep to herself and only answer questions if called upon.

Stephen ended the class with the first homework assignment of the semester. "Alright, guys, gals, and non-binary pals. It's time for the first homework assignment of the semester. For those who usually masturbate to any sort of external stimulation--internet porn, magazines, erotica, whatever--I would like you to compose a professional review of your favorite piece of relevant material. And by 'professional' I mean you should pretend you're writing a review for any other book or movie. I do not wanna feel like I'm reading a PornHub comment, folks! Regardless, if you still masturbate but to your own thoughts, I'd like you to tackle the assignment in a similar manner, with a brief description at the beginning of what usually comes to mind. Finally, if you do not masturbate at all, I'd like a brief essay about why. All versions of the assignment should not exceed a page and a half, double-spaced, and are due in a week. Any questions?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stepping into his sex ed class was a bit surreal after that afternoon in the locker room. She made her way to the front of the room and sat in her usual place. She glanced at him when his back was turned to the blackboard he had and answered questions when they were directed at her. She was still feeling unsure of herself and afraid of giving the wrong answer.

Clair heard the assignment and felt her cheeks blush. Yeah, that’s how she and Stephen had hooked up in the first place. Her mind raced as she thought about what she could use for her homework assignment. A page and a half, hm? She scribbled in her notebook.

After Saturday’s practice, all she could think about was him. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. Giving someone your virginity, in her book, was unforgettable. She didn’t know how he felt about it though. Clair didn’t have anyone she could talk to or confide in. It wasn’t like she could turn to her mother for anything.

His class was over soon and she filed out with the rest of them. She quickly glanced over her shoulder at him. She just wanted…. Well, she didn’t know exactly what she wanted from him at the moment. Reassurance, maybe? She scurried out of there and headed off to her next class, across campus.

Clair was looking down, her mind pre-occupied by what she was going to write for Stephen’s class. She didn’t see Lila bump into her shoulder until it happened. Clair quickly looked up and tried to take a step back, but her pack of friends were standing directly behind Clair.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you’re the reason I got kicked off the softball team, church girl. I will get even. Just wait for it.”

Clair was on the verge of telling Lila that her own actions got her kicked off the team, but she didn’t want the situation to escalate. She looked Lila directly in the eyes.

“Are you finished, Lila. I have class.”

Lila looked her up and down once then knocked her books out of her hands as she stepped by Clair. She glanced back over her shoulder.

“Oh, did I do that? I’m so sorry.”

She sounded anything but. Lila walked off with her friends, giggling. Clair sighed and crouched down to pick up her books and hurried off to her next class. Sometimes, just sometimes, she wished she had a bit more of a backbone.

 

[desperado1089]

While Clair was picking up her books, she may have been surprised to see one of the guys from the first class session that made fun of her religious beliefs was crouching down to help her out. "I'm sorry about before. It was shitty, and I can't take it back. I can just try to do better." As they both rose to their feet, the other three guys were there too, and all of them apologized for the incident as well. The group comprised of a tall, lanky basketball player with blonde hair named Jake, a stocky African-American running back named Lamar, a baseball player with glasses and dark hair named Sean, and a track star who currently has his head shaved named Alex.

After introductions were made, Lamar spoke up. "What Lila did to you was like, so messed up. She could've broken your foot or something. Whatever beef we have with each other, we never fuck with an athlete's ability to play. Ever." The others nodded in agreement. "Listen, we aren't the best at planning for things," Jake admitted, "but we got your back if you ever decide to start playing offense. Lila and the girls, they've always been cunts, if you'll excuse our language. Long story, and you got class so we'll let you go." They all waved good-bye as they walked away, but Sean stuck around. "I got an old bat I don't use anymore, it's yours if you want it. Gotta go, talk later!" He hustled after his friends.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair stared after them, her mouth open. It took her a moment to realize it was and closed it, shaking her head. They weren’t such bad guys after all. She smiled as she turned and headed off across campus, a small grin on her lips. It was nice to know that she had people at her back. Of course, she had no plans to retaliate against Lila. The good Lord would see to matters. Still, it was a nice feeling. Clair hurried off but her step was just a little lighter and her posture was just a little straighter.

By the end of the day, Clair threw herself through her dorm room and locked the door. She had so much homework. However, she needed just a little time to decompose so lying down, she texted Stephen.

Clair: I didn’t forget about you. Now you have my phone number.

She debated telling him about Lila but thought better of it. Stephen was a protective person and she didn’t need Lila up in her face again. Her phone went down on her chest. She was still contemplating what she was going to write for Professor Caldwell’s class. Her other classes were demanding as well. Maybe she shouldn’t have considered going into sports medicine. However, she enjoyed sports and it was a job that paid well. She sighed softly after glancing over at her desk. She really should go to the dining hall and get some food but she was just too tired at the moment.

 

[desperado1089]

When Clair's text came in, Stephen's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

Stephen: When you texted me, I'm surprised you didn't see the glow my face made when I smiled all the way from your dorm. Need any guidance for your homework assignment?

Stephen put down his phone and pulled on a pair of jeans, a pair of Doc Martens boots, and the same kind of USAF T-shirt he'd worn to practice before grabbing his wallet and keys and, grabbing his phone once more, he set off on a walk to campus.

Along the way, he got on his Uber Eats app and ordered a burger and fries from Five Guys and set Clair's dorm as the delivery address and her as the intended recipient. He posted up at a bench across the road from the dorm and when the delivery was five minutes out, he texted her again.

Figured you were hungry, you got some comfort food coming in about five minutes. My treat.

When she came out to grab it, he'd just wave and get up to leave, as if he was just passing by and stopped to take a rest. But the wink he gave her as he turned to leave was just for her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She so wanted to text back that her own face lit up like a Christmas tree when his text came in, but she refrained. In her heart of hearts she knew she was so screwed. She was just as attracted to him as he was to her. She knew that if she were to tell him she could use some guidance on her homework assignment, it would never get done and oh, was she tempted. So very tempted. She turned back to her other assignments when another text came in from Stephen. It made her smile, get up from her desk and rush outside. The delivery guy was just pulling up. She waited until he handed her the bag. Inhaling deeply, (and noting the gathering grease on the bag) she knew that aroma. From one of her favorite fast food places.

Clair happened to glance up and see Stephen across the way and bit her lip as temptation swamped her. She was going to have to speak with her RA about having men in. It was a co-ed dorm after all, but still Clair wanted to know her take on having someone of the opposite sex in. Then, she’d have to figure out a way to smuggle him in. She was again thankful she didn’t have a roommate this semester. Seeing his wink made her blow him a kiss before she went back inside to eat while it was still hot.

After finishing off her burger and fries, she looked down at the open book in front of her. Homework, she better get to it. She was going to leave Stephen’s assignment until last. First though, she reached for her phone.

Thank you for the food. Five Guys is one of my favorites. I wanted to run across the street and grab you, bringing you over to my room but I’m not sure what my RA would say to that and besides, what would we say if someone recognized you? Oh well. Our time will come, I suppose. Miss you. See you in class.

The night studying wasn’t going to be too long if she could keep her mind on track, but it kept slipping back to Stephen. He was kind, caring, protective and a lot of sexy all rolled into one and Clair wondered what she had done to deserve this.

 

[desperado1089]

You too. Don't rush the assignment. I'm sure you'll find inspiration over the next week.

He smiled and headed back to his apartment but his thoughts kept drifting to Clair and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to make love to her in her own bed. Shaking his head, Stephen changed into something more comfortable as he started to grade some papers.

After a while he finished up and when he spotted the time he texted Clair again.

You awake?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Still here. Finishing up my other assignments. I see you’re still awake too. Just finished up history. History puts me to sleep.

He made her smile. So much. Clair closed her history book and set down her pen, leaning back in her chair.

What are you doing, right now?

 

[desperado1089]

Getting ready to take a shower, actually. I'm curious, do you have any way to protect your phone from water? And do you have Discord?

Stephen then sent a link to an article he'd mentioned in class about the popularity of cyber sex. Hopefully she'd pick up what he was putting down, especially since he was already shedding his clothes on his way to the bathroom and his cock was hardening in anticipation of what came next.

I mean, you could try to find inspiration on your own, but let's face it. You haven't been able to stop thinking about me, have you?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She sat there looking at her phone for a long moment, nibbling on her lower lip. What was he thinking?

Yes, I can protect my phone and I haven’t used Discord in ages, but I still think it’s on my phone. Why?

Her breath hitched in her throat as she closed her eyes, thinking about him… and water. Her eyes opened as she typed.

I’m always thinking about you.

Maybe she shouldn’t be admitting that, but she couldn’t lie to him.

 

[desperado1089]

Good. I think you need a shower. Don't you, my sweet? My Discord username is fly_boy_89. Don't keep me waiting.

Boldly, Stephen attached a photo of himself with a towel around his waist that he just took before sending the message and backtracking to his bedroom to pull out his waterproof phone case and put his phone in it. Then, he sat down on his bed to wait.

He briefly considered putting on some music in the bathroom, but he dismissed the idea as he wanted to have no trouble hearing Clair.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She wasn’t sure what he was up too, but it sounded wickedly fun. Clair was still reeling from everything that had happened so far. Things, she never thought she’d find herself doing, but, well, here she was and she was doing them. With Stephen. The man was constantly keeping her swept off her feet.

She scrolled through her phone and found the Discord app and opened it. Once that was established, she typed in fly_boy_89 and sent him an invitation. While she waited for him to join her, she was pondering why he had said she needed a shower. Well, no sense in driving herself crazy. Sitting at the edge of her bed, she stared at the picture of him, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist and her mouth went dry as her eyes meandered over his body.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen accepted her friend request and he promptly sent her the obligatory wave, then he sent her a DM.

I mention showers more than once. I send you an article about cyber sex. I tell you to put your phone in a waterproof case. Do you need me to explain what I'm getting at? And if not, would you rather not do it?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair blushed when Stephen’s message came through. She knew what he was getting at. Masturbating in a shower by herself was one thing, but masturbating with him was something else altogether. She asked herself if she wanted to do this and something deep inside of herself tugged at her.

She had already put her case in its protective shield and got undressed. Starting up her shower, she arranged the shower head and propped her phone on the shelf attached to the shower wall. Stepping under the water, she got wet all over before she hit the button on her Discord to start a video feed. Her fingers slipped between her thighs as she waited for him to answer.

 

[desperado1089]

Stephen was in the bathroom with the shower running, but he wasn't in there yet when the video call came through. He got under the water and propped the phone against a shelf on his own shower wall before he answered. "Hey, baby," he said, trying and mostly succeeding in sounding seductive, before becoming serious for a moment as he picked the phone up and focused on his face. "You know you don't have to do anything you're not completely comfortable with, and if we ever do anything you don't like, just say so and we stop. I care about you, more than anything. All right?" He gently brushed an errant drop of water off his screen with his thumb, as he would if it were on her face.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

When he came online, her fingers slipped away from between her thighs. Brushing her wet hair from her face she smiled back at him. She nodded.

“I know. I’m okay with this, Stephen. I mean, I’ve never done something like this before, so for the moment, at least, I’m not all that comfortable with it, but I’m willing to try it with you. You did catch me unawares in the locker room after all.”

She looked straight into those blue of his and saw the caring and the softness he held for her. It eased her embarrassment. They were consenting adults so anything they did together was their business. When she was with Stephen, there was something about him. He was introducing her to new things, things her parents wouldn’t want her to experience, she was pretty sure. However, they didn’t control her life anymore, but the learning curve was not going to easy. Stephen made it seem easy enough. At least, so far.

 

[desperado1089]

"Okay. Just promise me that if you find you can't stand something after trying it, you speak up." Stephen waited for her to respond, then he would put the phone back on the shelf and step back so she could see him in all his glory, including his cock that was already hard and sticking straight out.

"Now...I noticed something when I answered the call. Why don't you be a good girl and pick up where you left off? But, if you want, you can give me a close-up of your pussy. Let me see where I put this little guy the other day," he said, flicking the side of his decidedly not so "little" cock before he ran a fingertip along his length to draw attention to it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Clair sucked in her breath as her eyes followed his fingertip as it glided along the length of him. Her cheeks reddened when he mentioned he had caught her with her fingers between her legs. There was nothing little about that man’s cock. Thinking back on their little foray in the locker room after ball practice, her head softly hit the wall behind her. She wasn’t an expert on them, but he had felt huge to her body. His request made her feel so self-conscious that she opened her mouth to protest then abruptly stopped. This was Stephen. He would never hurt her or demand she do something she wasn’t okay with.

Pushing away from the wet wall she adjusted her phone to the lowest shelf in her shower and tilted it slightly upward. Then she resumed her stance, her back flat against the wall, her legs spreading just a little wider for him. Closing her eyes, she thought about him. How he had entered her so gently. How his cock stretched her to accommodate him as he slid further into her. Slowly her fingers slid to her clit and rubbed. She could feel the wetness inside her core start to accumulate. A small moan echoed around the room and realized it came from her.