The Lewis Experiment

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OOC: for cgraven and Spiritual_Love



Michael Sheeran had made it the hard way college on the GI Bill, Grad School at Breckly as one of Dr. Timothy Leary’s research assistance, a series of professorships at small state colleges, his PhD at Harvard. He ha been a faithful husband and had left the passion of his youth behind yet that all changed one ay when he found his loving wife of twenty seven years in bed with his young research assistant a rather fetching redhead lass. The devoice was a messy affair that took three years and most of his meager savings.

The small University that he now fond himself in along the isolated Pacific Northwest coast was to be a new start. Head of the Behavioral Science department he was still required to teach the odd class now and then. It was the beginning of a new term and a new academic year and a fresh crop of coeds and pimpled faced boys more interested in girls, beer, & football then academia. Yet there was that nagging resurgence for the passion of his youth and the nubile, soft supple bodies of the young coeds’ only enflamed that need. he had fought his inner daemons for two years now yet the devoice was the last straw and that itch he now decide to scratch.

Candidates for Behavioral Science experiment wanted. Successful completion of the course will count as 6 credits for undergraduates in the Physiology track, a stiepance of $300.00 a month will be paid. Participants will be required to spend all weekends of the fall semester in the program, no exceptions. Apply to Dr. Michael Sheeran Room 1313 McGill Hall Friday 23 Sept. by 3PM

It was done and posted now to see who would show up.

Michael ran his fingers through his ginger hair, and watched the clock tick away the last minutes till three. There had been a handful of applicants but no one that fit his requirements so far. The clock struck three he got up and stretched his long lean athletic frame eased a bit from the forced inactivity of his wait. At 54 Michael Sheeran was still a rather impressive man. He had just reached the door and was about to close it when he heard her call.

 

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"Dr. Sheeran! Dr. Sheeran!"

Aly screamed out the name instinctively as she broke into a full run down the hall. She was a sight for the eyes. Well, she thought she was an utterly plain sight for most eyes. Long, unruly auburn waves whipping over her the pack bouncing upon her back, her glasses hopping atop the bridge of her pert little nose as she rushes over to the professor. The simple dark blue tee shirt she wore, stretched across her modestly blessed breasts, jeans tightening upon the slender thighs and hips of her body. She was gasping softly as she had doubled her steps on the stairs to try to get here on time. She was forever late, and this was no exception. Something always seemed to happen.

"Dr. Sheeran? I'm Aly. Aly..ummm...Lewis."

God, I'm stupid. I almost forgot my name.

She stammered her words, growing nervous that she had actually ran up to this man in the middle of the hallway, when he was obviously leaving, but she needed the credit.

"I was interested in the position you advertised. The experiment. I really would like to participate, Sir. I know I'm only a freshman, but if you would provide me with this opportunity, I'll be the perfect candidate."

She rambled at times, a nervous habit. Her face was flustered from so much running, the intense activity something she was not used to. Finally she pauses, taking a deep breath, her shy emerald eyes scanning the floor before settling upon Dr. Sheeran.

 

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"Dr. Sheeran! Dr. Sheeran!"

Michael Sheeran was a bit perturbed at being haled in such a casual manner as if he where some teaching assistant yet as he turned he instantly became more interested in the young lady haling him, the mass of wild auburn hair the subtle curve of her firm young body and those delightfully sex glasses poised on the bridge of her cute little up turned nose. Yes he could share a moment or two for her.

"Dr. Sheeran? I'm Aly. Aly..ummm...Lewis…………………………I was interested in the position you advertised. The experiment. I really would like to participate, Sir. I know I'm only a freshman, but if you would provide me with this opportunity, I'll be the perfect candidate.”

Her words came out in a jumbled torrent, her chest heaved from the excursion of her run in a most delightful way. The simple tee shirt and jeans she wore where not designer but just off the rack, and smacked of practicality. Those the thing that most intrigued Dr. Sheeran was the way Miss Aly Lewis kept her eyes down and did not lift them till she took a steadying breathe,………….an oh what eyes emerald green and long silken auburn lashes. He turned his wrist over and checked his watch 3:15.

“You’re late Miss Lewis”
He paused and his dark deep hazel eyes searched hers then Michael Sheeran let out an exasperated sigh.

“Very well come in.”

Unlocking his office door Aly was ushered into the Dr’s inner sanctum.

“Miss Lewis the experiment deals with Behavioral Science, it requires that you keep all weekends and holiday time free this semester, the Christmas Holidays are the only exception.”

He paused too let his words sink in.

“To be truthful I was thinking of more a junior or senior for this series of experiments.”

Again a pause as his steady gaze held her shy eyes.

“But a freshman maybe as I think of it a pure candidate.”

He passed Aly a questionnaire.

“Fill this out Miss Lewis.”

The questions Appeared to be innocent enough height, weight, and so on then they became a bit more directed yet still very subtitle as they asked about her sex life. And her cheeks tinged crimson.

“Well if you are interested really I can give you your 1st assignment Miss Lewis”

 

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“You’re late Miss Lewis”

Aly was embarrassed. She didn't know what to say, even though a flood of excuses began to formulate within her mind. Her green gaze simply fell once again. She had screwed this up. Already disappointed with herself as she prepared to face a litany of disapproval from him.

“Very well come in.”

Her head lifted quickly. The seemingly plain features of her face awash with disbelief. For seconds she remained planted in her place. He didn't just tell her to come in, did he? Not wishing to further irritate him, nor miss the opportunity that was still presenting itself, she hurried through the door to the office.

He began to speak immediately. Aly could only nod her head as he went over the time requirements, the constraints. Disappointment flooded her face as he mentioned his desire for an older student.

"But..Dr....", Aly began to speak quickly, needing to sway him from that thought. He could use her, she was more than willing!

“But a freshman maybe as I think of it a pure candidate.”
His words instantly hushed her.

The questionnaire was placed upon the desk before her. She wiggled out of her backpack, searching inside the maze of books and paper, producing a pencil. She furiously went through the questions, answering each one quickly. She found herself slowing as the questions, became more and more of a sexual nature. Her face was flushing deeply, cheeks tinged with crimson. Finally, she returned the quiz to him, her teeth plunging over her lower lip realizing he was going to read all of that.

“Well if you are interested really I can give you your 1st assignment Miss Lewis."

Aly almost squealed with happiness. He was definitely going to keep her! She dropped her lip from her teeth, the sweet melody of her voice leaping forth.

"Yes, Dr. Sheeran." She pulled out a notepad, ready to write down her instructions for the beginning of this experiment.

"I'm ready."

 

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Dr Michael Sheeran studied Aly Lewis as she filled out the questionnaire. He notes the crimson flush that tinged her smooth flawless cheeks. Her even white teeth worried her full ripe lower lip as she handed him the paper, her stunning emerald green eyes demurely down cast.

“Well if you are interested really I can give you your 1st assignment Miss Lewis."

Aly’s eyes lifted, and lit up with innocent excitement, her lips slightly parted and moist, God how this young woman tempted him, yet he knew this was a game that took patience and cunning to win.

"Yes, Dr. Sheeran."

Her notepad, pencil poised, her eyes peeking over the rims of her wire frame glasses, ready to write down her instructions for the beginning of this experiment.

"I'm ready."

For the first time Dr. Michael Sheeran’s faced soften and his hand brushed Aly’s in a parental manner.

“ No need for note I have an assignment sheet.”

Assignment reaction to dress part one

1. the student will wear a plane white blouse 1 and ½ sizes to small.

2.A skirt one and ½ inches above the knees, and hair drawn back in tight French braid for one week.

3. note reactions of fellow student and wear the outfit for the weekend seminar

Any Questions Miss Lewis?.

Michael Sheeran wondered what Aly would have chosen for shoes would they be plain and simple or would they be boots that hugged her legs. He had made sure to leave that blank and up to the participant it would be an insight into her hidden character.


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Visions of the lovely Aly Lewis haunted Michael Sheeran for the next week . He could hardly wait for Friday noon and his next meeting with the quite alluring Miss Lewis. He was surprised at her questionnaire answers, It reviled that by nature she was quite submissive as was her overall demur. He left a message for her to meet him at the boat basin for the seminar would be on Gulls Island.

Ah yes Gull Island alone with Miss Aly Lewis and her real education would start this Columbus day weekend three and a half days with the shy innocent Miss three days to start her training.

 

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1. the student will wear a plane white blouse 1 and ½ sizes to small.

2.A skirt one and ½ inches above the knees, and hair drawn back in tight French braid for one week.

3. note reactions of fellow student and wear the outfit for the weekend seminar

Aly's face was falling as the instructions were given. She was on the verge of walking out. She couldn't do this. There was absolutely no way. Yet, when her eyes met his and she began to voice her displeasure, she couldn't find the words. So, instead, she simply sat there, in silence, accepting the assignment with no questions or complaints.

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Through the week, Aly adorned herself exactly as Dr. Sheeran had specified. Each day she wore a simple white bouse, she choose a few that were 1/2 a size too small. She wasn't really ready to wear one extremely tight yet. She ended up tucking the tails of the shirt into her skirt.

The skirt. That was an entirely different story. Aly was so uncomfortable. Constantly feeling as though the hem was exposing her ass. She wore her regular, sensible panties, no thongs or gstrings for her. If anyone did see something, it was going to be covered completely.

Adding to the mix were her shoes. She thought for a moment, just to put on tennis shoes, at least her feet would be fine. But instead she choose a simple pair of black mary janes. At least they were cute. Everything was a challenge, sitting, standing, walking...everything. But she relented despite her wary feelings.

But on the other hand, she did notice the reactions of her fellow students. She had jotted all her observations within a notebook for Dr. Sheeran. The male students seemed to persue her like never before. She had constantly been offered seats, drinks, lunch. It wasn't odd for the guy that she had been in class with for weeks decide that she was now worthy enough to ask out. Aly couldn't believe that a simple change in wear could affect some much, but then again, she could. The female students on the other hand, seemed stunned and just a bit nasty towards her. She swore one girl had even murmured "slut" behind her back. Harsh, but true. Aly kept track of it all within the notebook. Even her professors were viewing her differently. Luckily she had all male professors. They had no problem answering her questions, nor getting their attention in class.

The week passed slowly, too slowly for her. In fact, by the time it got to Friday, she wanted to burn the clothing, but she had been instructed to wear the outfit to meet Dr. Sheeran. Dressing in one of the freshly laundered white shirts, she looked at herself in the mirror. It had shrunk. The buttons seemed to be straining as she took each breath.

She blushed brightly, how was she going to let him see her like this. Oh well... Tossing her hands into the air as she looked at the time, she was going to be late. She rapidly wiggled into a short black shirt, the mary janes were on her feet within seconds as she grabbed her backpack and ran out the door.

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She made it to the ferry just in time. Her car was loaded onto the wide deck as the boat made it's way to the island hovering in the distance. She peeked at the time, silently begging for the ferry to move faster.

Finally, they docked and the cars were allowed to leave. There were only three, so it wasn't that bad. Aly went speeding off towards the boat basin, in search of Dr. Sheeran. She whipped into a parking spot and tore from the car. Dropping her backpack in the process, glass tumbling forward to the ground, grumbling to herself. Her auburn tresses spilling from the loose ponytail upon her head. Groaning as she stopped to pick up everything.

 

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Michael Sheeran slowly shook his head as Aly Lewis came running down to the boat basin. Again she was late, not very but just pass the appointed time. Her back pack dropped, its contents spilling and her hair one minute so proper bound back in a pony tail the next a wild flowing auburn mane. Her mary janes practical, but with the outfit she had been mandated to wear where some how very erotic Aly Lewis was a most tempting combination of sweet innocence and smoldering, untapped sensuality Her short black Skirt hiked up reveling her creamy ivory thighs.

“Late again Miss Lewis?”

Dr. Sheeran handed the flustered young coed her notebook. Yet there was a teasing smile on his broad weathered face. The next few moments where a flurry of activity as he directed her down to the launch, and he cast off for the trip to Gull Island and what would prove to be a very educational weekend for Aly Lewis.

“So tell me Miss Lewis how was your week, notice any changes in the way you where perceived?”

Michael hand was steady on the helm and the sun danced on the sea in points of brilliant diamond flashes.

“Coffee I think......take the helm Miss Lewis while I get us a couple of mugs.”

Dr. Michael Sheeran arms where around Aly as he steadies her hand on the helm. He was close to her his breathe hot moist on the back of her neck the stray whips of auburn hair at the nape of her neck danced with his breathing. Then he was gone below decks and she was alone.

“Cream and sugar or black Miss Lewis?’

He called from blow in the cabin. He made her coffee and a little something special to relax, and confuse the young Coed, to make things a bit more interesting when they reached Gull Island and his cabin.

“Ah you’re doing grand Miss Lewis keep the helm for a bit more.”

His voice was soft, and he encouraged her despite her fears and protests. He praised her and there conversation drifted to her past, and that questionnaire that had made her blush so. And slowly he dropped “Miss Lewis and just called her Aly as the drug slowly took effect.

 

[spiritual_love]

Aly once again blushed furiously as he pointed out her lateness. Just once she wished she could be on time. Mentally, she made a note to work on that particular behaviour. Yet, she did notice a particular edge to his smile. She couldn't quite put a finger upon it, but it wasn't as scolding as she had first presumed it to be, perhaps he was amused? Shaking her head softly, auburn tresses spilling in vibrant waves upon her shoulders, as she sought to figure out what was what.

“So tell me Miss Lewis how was your week, notice any changes in the way you where perceived?”

Aly didn't really want to tell him what happened. She had been embarrassed at the reactions of others towards her. It was so unlike the usual treatment she received. It made her wonder how and why women craved such attention from men. It was frightening in a way, to be viewed as a piece of sexual meat by such leering eyes. She shuddered deep within, her arms curling around her waist as she held the notebook.

"Well...I...I wrote down everything, Dr. Sheeran. I hope that is okay, Sir."

Placing the notebook back within his hands, she attempted to smile, trying to ease the confusion already churning within her. She didn't know if this was right or wrong. She was on a boat, headed to an island for the weekend with Dr. Sheeran to participate in some experiements. Which she had no idea what they would entail. But truth being, she felt no harm could be had by him, yet as the saying goes, looks can be deceiving.

Her thoughts were disturbed as she was ordred to take the helm. Protests began to stream from her lips, yet they didn't make it. Her slender hands were affixed to the helm, guiding the yacht within the slightly choppy waves. She didn't know anything about controlling this type of vehicle. How badly she wanted him to remove her from this situation! Aly hated being out of her comfort zone and that was exactly what Dr. Sheeran seemed to be doing to her continuously.

“Cream and sugar or black Miss Lewis?'

Aly jumped with the sweet brush of his breath upon her flesh. She felt the flip of her stomach creating a slight quake through her body. She would have shied away from such an intimate touch, but he was gone. It made her wonder if it had indeed happened.

"Cream and..and..and sugar," her voice was soft as she quietly stammered out her request.

Dr. Sheeran appeared once again next to Aly as she kept her hand firmly upon the helm tending to her duty. The mug of coffee was offered, she accepted gratefully. More happy that she wasn't going to have to be in control of such a lovely yacht.

“Ah you’re doing grand Miss Lewis keep the helm for a bit more.”

Aly could have died. She didn't want to keep the helm! Why couldn't she just sip the coffee and enjoy the view of the water? She simply kept her post with his gentle encouragement. Soon she was manuvering the yacht with ease.

Between the conversation and the numerous sips of the coffee, Aly could feel herself drifting. Her eyes lids began to droop, masking the blazing green with her red tinted lashes. Within seconds, she slumped to the floor before the helm, spilling the last few sips remaining within the mug.

 

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Aly Lewis was acutely uncomfortable, out of her comfort zone as her knuckles where almost white with their death grip on the helm. Yet as she sipped her drug laced coffee she began to relax. There was more confidence in her movements and her guard began to slip as her eye lids grew heavy.

Michael Sheeran felt that old stirring even stronger now as Aly’s long silken lashes fluttered over those startling green eyes. The mug slipped from her fingers and slumped over the helm as the drug took hold of her young body. Aly would be out for about an hour and that would give him enough time to make the island. Michael Sheeran whispered a heart felt Thank You for Dr Timothy Leery and the drug developed at Berkley. It would leave Aly Lewis a bit dazed heighten all her physical experiences and break down her will to resist.



Sheeran shook Aly awake and helped her into the dingy and stared rowing ashore to Gull Island.

“Miss Lewis you must have been very tiered?”

His voice was soft soothing calming in its nature. The bow of the ding eased up on the strand where land and sea meet. His timing was excellent for just as the boat grounded a wave swept over the stern and drenched them both from head to toe.


“Are you all right Miss Lewis?”

Sheeran put his arm around Aly’s trim waist and helped her up the path to his cabin. His body was close to hers his hand brushed the firm curve of the young coed’s breast. Soon a fire was blazing on the hearth and Michael Sheeran made his next move evaluating the effects of the drug on Aly Lewis. His fingers where on the first button of her tight white blouse and it surrender to them they moved down to the second button, his hazel eyes held her emerald green eyes captive his breath hot and moist on her cheek, his other hand gently cupping Aly’s breast the thumb grazing over her nipple through the tight thin material. Then he stopped.

“Aly we must get you out of these wet clothes shall I do it or would rather strip them off.”

 

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Aly wasn't exactly sure what had happened. Maybe she had gotten sea sick. Her body felt heavy, out of her control, her had was clouded. Dr. Sheeran's voice sounded as though her were speaking through a tunnel. Her head lolled to the side as her green gaze attempted to focus.

"Are you all right, Mis Lewis?"

She didn't try to speak. Her mouth had that cotton feeling to it. Her throat seemed to be the slightest bit hoarse. How long had she been out? She nodded weakly, basking in the suddenly soothing tone of his voice. It felt as though his words were caressing her as she lay in the dingy as it docked ashore.

She stumbled slighty as his arms curved around her slight form. She could feel her embarassment beginning to blossom. How much more of a slacker could she be! He was sure to be disappointed and send her home as soon as possible.

As they entered the cabin, Aly's eyes wandered over the masculine decor. He obviously lived here alone. She oculdn' tfind the slightest bit of female influence. Perhaps, this was his bachelor pad? She hadn't ever thought to ask him about his wife. Did he had one? Kids? Shaking her head, wondering why she was wondering all these personal things about him. He was merely her professor at the moment and she his student, assisting him with his experiment.

She hadn't noticed her had left her woozy form until the embers of the fire began to crackle. Aly sighed as he reached for the first button of her shirt. The material had tightened to her form, giving anyone a revealing view of her feminine figure. Her hand lifted as if to protest but never made it. The second button slipped its hole and she could feel the heat from the fire upon her damp flesh. Mesmerized she locked onto his penetrating hazel stare. She couldn't look away. Her mind struggled with a myriad of admonsihments.

While the rants tumbled through her head, his breath sizzled across her cheek. Aly's eyes closed only to sanp open at the taunting brush of his finger upon her covered nipple. The motion was so quick, she wasn't sure if it have even occured. Yet the tight rose nipple was fully erect beneath her shirt and thin bra.

“Aly we must get you out of these wet clothes shall I do it or would rather strip them off.”

She didn't know how to answer. She had to get out of the damp clothes, but in front of him? Aly avoided the question, responding with her own.

"May I...is there another room or someplace...that I can change in?"

 

[cgraven]

The drug was working well Aly’s body responding nicely to the minor stimulations. She may be a virgin but her body is ripe and willing.


The trapped beauty took a deep breathe that only accentuated the lush ripeness of her body her eyes again dropper demurely

"May I...is there another room or someplace...that I can change in?"

My thumb continues its stimulation of her areola and nipple Her voice shy, hesitant yet the young beauty makes no move to back away.

“Aly I am afraid not but I can’t have you catching cold.”

My voice is calm, soothing, reasonable, full of concern for my young student..

“I am afraid that you really must strip out of those wet things.”

Another pause and my hazel eyes capture hers.

“If you get sick I am afraid I’ll have to drop you from the program, and find an older more responsible student to take your place .”

 

[spiritual_love]

“If you get sick I am afraid I’ll have to drop you from the program, and find an older more responsible student to take your place .”

Aly was confused. Her mind wasn't in the right place. It didn't help that his finger was continuously teasing her rigid nipple through her shirt. It was distracting. Plus is wasn't proper! Yet she didn't really fight him, nor was she trying to encourage him.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to sort through the thoughts trying to form in the muddle of her mind. Truly she felt odd. She was unsure of the feelings curling through her sweet virgin form. Perhaps she should just go with it. Heck, she needed the credit! Surely, this would be the extent. He was just going to help her get out of her damp clothes. He was looking out for her well being. She had heard the concern in his voice.

Shakingly, Aly's hands lifted, smoothing along the rise of her hips and tucking into the waist band. She pulled the skirt down swiftly, revealing briefly the sensible pair of white cotton panties. She didn't possess anything sexy, just plain panties. Really, she hadn't ever had a reason.

Aly could feel his eyes watching her, it was unsettling, yet oddly pleasureable. She rose up to her full height again, her eyes fixed upon her shirt as she pulled the remainder of the buttons free. Shrugging off the white shirt, revealing the beige bra beneath. Her breasts had swollen with her burgeoning heat, threatening to topple over the silk edge of the bra. The shirt fell to the floor along with the skirt. Silently, she drew her arms behind her, unclasping the hooks and eyes at the bra strap. Once it was released she pulled her arms forward, carefully removing each cup at a time, while keeping a hand splayed over her breasts. As soon as the bra dropped, she covered herself tightly with her palms.

Aly peeked through the disheveled strands of auburn hair to him. She shivered as she stood in her white panties, remaining in the mary janes awaiting his words.

 

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Michael Sheeran watched intently as Aly hesitated, unsure, of what to do next. Then the shy beauty’s eyes lowered her hands a bit shakily slide up the sweet, sensual swell of her hips, then Aly Lewis began her slow striptease.

The slight bend at her waist, the way her breast strained at the thin cotton of her blouse as she again straitened to her full height, her delicate singers moving to the third button of her blouse. Each shy movement more erotic that the last. The white blouse fluttering to the floor, the beige silken bar slipping down her arms, Aly, standing their naked to the waist, her hands cupping her breasts in maiden modesty. God this little Vixen was sexier, in her shy innocent way, than any woman Michael had ever known.

She stood there her eyes downcast. Aly lifted her eyes, peeking through the wild firry mane of her auburn hair, for just an instance as if awaiting further instructions. A shiver shook her delightful figure and Michael Sheeran took a woolen blanket from the back of the coach, stepping into her he wrapped the blanket around her, and started drying the young woman’s back his groin pressed to hers.

“Turn around Aly”

A simple command, a soft assertive voice, and Michael Sheeran enveloped Aly again in the blanket The woolen blanket now grating across Aly’s flat abdomen and inner thighs. Now her breasts, her taunt nipples and areolas kissed by the coarse wool

 

[spiritual_love]

Aly's mind was lost in a blur of images. It was almost as if she had stepped outside of her body and was watching this entire scene. She didn't know what to make out of it still. She was feeling things within her body that she had never felt before. Her stomach was flipping nervously, butterflies floated all through her body. She felt weak as he rubbed the blanket over her and then the slight press of his groin into her body caused her to shiver unconsciously.


“Turn around Aly.”

'Yes, Dr. Sheeran."

She turned in the little circle until her front faced him. Immediately the wool blanket was upon her. Scraping along her stomach, clawing at her breasts, causing her rose tinged nipples to deepen in color. In fact, her entire body was flushed with a soft pink as the embarrassement and excitement twisted together. Her head lifted and rolled back, unable to help herself. A tender moan held within her lips escaped and flooded the room quietly.

 

[cgraven]

Mike Sheeran was very pleased with the effect of the drug on Aly Lewis the little shiver that coursed through her supple form, yet he was most intrigued with her response when he had commanded her to turn around.

'Yes, Dr. Sheeran."

Was the simple direct reply of the shy miss. Aly’s voice was a soft submissive whisper, her eyes remained down cast as if afraid to look at him directly in the eye. Miss Lewis, for some reason he enjoyed thinking of her as Miss Lewis, it seemed to heighten the thrill of the conquest of this ripe innocent gem. Aly Lewis’ nipples where taunt her areolas puffy with forbidden excitement and then the rose hue of those delectably tempting nipples flushed her entire body from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes.

Aly slowly lifted her head, it rolled back thrusting her breast forwarded into the coarse embrace of the blanket and a soft sensual moan escaped her moist parted lips. her firry mane cascading over her pale ivory shoulder. God he wanted her here now on the floor before the fire his passions, his lust for her rivaled the roar of the firer upon the hearth, yet Mike bade his time.

“Aly your panties are soaked please remove them now.”

His voice was soft his manner natural as if to ask the virgin beauty to strip the last vestige of her clothing was some how the most natural of requests

 

[spiritual_love]

“Aly your panties are soaked please remove them now.”

Aly wasn't surprised at his words. She had kind of figured they were coming. She had also kind of deduced that this wasn't exactly the kind of human behaviour study she had expected. Perhaps she should have read the fine print of the documents she had signed or asked more questions.

Shakingly her hand fell to her hips as she arched forth slightly, the soft flesh of her breasts swinging free, the tight tips puckering within the air of the room. She wriggled out of the damp underwear, revealing the sparse thatch of auburn strands upon the mound of her sex. She pulled the mary jane's free of the white cotton careful not to trip herself. She would just die if she fell at his feet due to her own clumsiness.

Aly took a deep breath as she stood upwards again. Now she couldn't really hide herself, yet her hands wound around her waist, crushing the slight thickness upon her middle.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Michael Sheeran was again pleased with the way things where going as the stunning Miss Aly Lewis demurely bent at the waist and slid her very practical cotton panties down the sculptured perfection of her legs. Then straitened her arms around her trim waist not knowing quite what to do with them.

Aly Lewis was indeed a beautiful woman he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her. The curve of her breast her trim waist, the subtitle curve of her body, her silken legs and her full ripe lips, her head crowned by her wild auburn mane.

“Aly”

Was all he said and held the blanket open again for the young coed to step into the coarse woolen material again caressed Aly’s taunt and puckered nipples, it chaffed dry the flat plain of her abdomen. He led Aly to the coach before the blazing hearth.

“Sit Miss Lewis so I can dry your legs.”

Again he paused to evaluate Aly’s reactions.

 

[spiritual_love]

"Aly."

She looked up at him quietly. The features of her face drawn into a look of curiousity and confusion. She thought she heard something within his voice. Was it strain? She almost thought it sounded as though her were trying to hold himself back from something.

Aly took the few steps and returned to the blanket. At least it would shield her for a few seconds, yet the draw of the wool material was causing her body to boil even more than before. She jumped, surprisingly herself as it passed over her nipples. The tips had gotten so very sensitive and the jolt of electric pleasure had surprised her. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she caught her breath.

"Sit Miss Lewis so I can dry your legs.”

Aly was willing once again. Her eyes trailed upon the coach before she sat down. Her thighs were drawn together tightly, hands folded in a neat little fist upon her lap, concealing her auburn center. She looked toward the hearth as the flames leaped and danced, just as the fire within her was doing.

 

[cgraven]

This auburn beauty so shy so prim in one sense and yet so wild in her sexual awakening like her wild silken tresses cascading over her shoulders.

Aly Lewis sat on the couch her ankles crossed her thighs tightly griped together, in all her naked glory. Sheeran noticed that she had a very compliant nature and was in her own way eager to please. Slow smile crept into his eyes as he lifted her trim little ankle in his hand. The woolen towel began its warm chaffing of Aly’s foot, slowly it worked up to her ankle. Mike Sheeran both dried and massaged her sculptured calve.

Slowly ever so slowly and maddening delightfully that woolen cloth crept higher up her thigh till at last it brushed Aly’s firry fleece.

“Miss Lewis spread your thighs so I can dry you Chere.”

 

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“Miss Lewis spread your thighs so I can dry you Chere.”

It didn't seem as if any amount of drying would help the drenched space between her legs. In her drug induced mind, Aly was actuely aware of how aroused she was, yet she didn't seem to have the ability to fight it. She was struggling with what she had been taught was right and wrong, how she was supposed to behave. Ladylike, not slutty. Not like this! She was sitting here naked, with a professor, probably twice her age, maybe more. She shuddered involuntarily as she felt a warm rush of heat pool between her legs.

"I...I..can't...please..."

Aly's words stammered forth. They were unsure, still bathed with her confusion. This discovery was unlike anything she had experienced. She had read about what happened when woman got sexually aroused, yet she couldn't recall it ever happening to her. At least not so intensely and she was afraid.

 

[cgraven]

Soft little murmured sighs escaped the young coed's parch lips. Aly held her thigh's tightly together yet Dr Sheeran noticed how they worked back and forth slowly rubbing. He smiled to himself. Aly Lewis was hot and ready for the plucking.

" I...I. can't...please..."

The auburn haired beauty flushed crimson her hair in wild disarray, her breathing coming in short gasp. Oh yes Miss Lewis's young body was ready if not her mind. But no need to rush for it was a long weekend.

"Miss Lewis can't is often the excuse for won't"

Michael voice was that irritating flat monotone of the lecture.

"After all your just a freshman............."

The silence lingered between them. Suddenly Dr. Sheeran held his hand out to the confused coed.


"Come Aly it is time you where to bed."

He led Aly Lewis up the stairs to her room for the week end He was casual and nonchalant as if Aly being naked as the day she was born was quite normal.

"Oh Miss Lewis I do like your glasses it is rather sexy and more then a bit erotic."

Before Aly could say a word Dr. Michael Sheeran lips brushed hers, his tongue glided across her full ripe lower lip, then the even ridge of her teeth and before the startled teen beauty new it he was sampling the sweetness of her mouth.

 

[spiritual_love]

Aly didn't know what to say as the silence lingered. Her green eyes pulled from his and fell to the floor. She didn't understand why she was having such a hard time just letting go completely. She was surprised as his hand was offered.

Taking the stairs carefully, not really wanting to display her wonderful clumsiness at this particular moment, she followed him into the bedroom he had chosen for her. She was actually comfortable being naked and hadn't really thought about it for about three whole minutes! He didn't seem bothered at all. Maybe he did this with all the girls? That thought caused a stab of jealousy within her. Shaking her head, auburn tresses spilling over her shoulders and back, she tried to clear the feelings. Why on earth should she be jealous?

"Oh Miss Lewis I do like your glasses it is rather sexy and more then a bit erotic."

And with a simple statement, he once again made her fully aware of this sexually charged, awkward situation for her. As her lips parted to speak, his tongue smeared along the plump flesh of her lower lip. Surprised, she blinked rapidly behind the glasses, frozen in place. His tongue deftly entered her mouth, whispering over her teeth, teasing her own pink tongue. He easily brought down her resistance to the kiss. Her mouth grew slack, pliable, tentatively her tongue responded, savouring the overwhelmingly masculine taste of him.

 

[cgraven]

Aly's brilliant green eyes blink her lips parted a bit more again she was on the verge of saying something when Dr. Sheeran tongue slipped with in the sweet ness of her mouth.

His tongue teased hers, invited it to play, to sample the pleasure of this forbidden kiss, her pink little tongue shyly at first, then more boldly, as her jaw grew slack her resistance ebbing with each passing moment. That kiss slow sensual, as their tongues began to dance, savoring each other his bold, then shy, coaxing Aly's to come play, to taste him, her supple form relaxing as their kissed deepened.

Aly's knees brushed the edge of the bed, slow steady pressure, wild passion now filling that kiss, time stood still Aly lost in the sweet sensuality of the "French" kiss. Silken sheet caress her naked form, Dr. Sheeran body laying close to hers. A finger teasingly circles Aly's areola delighting in his tender massage till at last her pert little nipple rolls between his thumb and fore finger.

 

[spiritual_love]

Aly's mouth pressed to his. He set the pace, the tongue play. If he hadn't she wouldn't have known what to do. She felt as though she had been drawn into a magical realm, where rules didn't apply. All that she had been taught, the wicked ways of men, the terrible nature of sexual hunger, didn't apply. Right now, she felt free. Free of the constraints of her conservative morays.

Aly was taken down to the bed, an action she hardly noticed until the silken sheets caressed her supple form. Her brilliant emerald eyes fluttered open as a sudden nervousness wrenched through her, making everything real again. Yet his mouth was relentless, coaxing her back into that wonderful dream, where she was yeilding to him and the desires he was creating. Once again her mouth softened into a lush little pout, kissing him tenderly with growing passion, playing with the pink of his tongue shyly.

Aly's body twisted as the heat began to build within her. She wasn't aware of his caressing fingers until they captured the little ball of her flushed nipple. Rolling the tender puckered flesh until it was throbbing once again. She whimpered weakly against his lips, not able to hold back the cry of pleasure.

"Dr. Sheeran..what are you doing to me?"

 

[cgraven]

"Dr. Sheeran..what are you doing to me?"

Michael Sheeran did not answer the softly sighed question, but slowly deepened the kiss till Aly's supple body arched as a little wave of pleasure rippled through her.


Soft tender seductive kisses, the tip of her little upturned nose.

"Aly....."

His lips brush her, her pouty lips part the tip of her pink little tongue slides across her lower lip as he kisses her chin.


"..........teaching you."



He kisses, then slowly tongues the soft spot where her slender neck and shoulder meet....a teasing nip"


" To be.........."


His kisses, seductive tonguing follow the firm contours of her breast. a slow sensual lick in the sweetly scented valley between them. his lips replace his at her puckered nipple.

"A woman."


his voice soft and inviting teeth grate across the sensitive enflamed bud as he sucks it between his lips.