Erin Pays the Rent Pt. 07

Erin's first class went well enough. It was her second semester of English, and she enjoyed her instructor--a woman in her thirties who dressed like a student and always welcomed any opinion, no matter how off the wall it was. Because of the distraction from sitting on her burning butt, Erin did not participate as much as usual, and she noticed that Ms. Warren, her instructor, was glancing at her. When class was over and she was leaving, Ms. Warren stopped her.

"Is everything OK, Erin?" she asked. "You were unusually quiet today."

"Oh, I'm all right Ms. Warren," Erin said. "I just had a bad night and my brain's not working so well from the sleep deprivation."

Ms. Warren nodded sympathetically and urged Erin to try to catch up on her sleep that weekend.

Next came her molecular biology class, with Dr. DeLuca. As she had previously, Erin sat well back in the lecture hall. She did not want most of her classmates watching her sit down gingerly. She already worried that some of them talked about her, because she thought it was pretty obvious that Professor DeLuca was paying her an inordinate amount of attention.

There had been a quiz the previous week, and Dr. DeLuca had it available for pick-up at the end of class. Although she was a bit nervous about interacting with him, Erin went ahead and lined up to collect hers. She felt she had done OK, but not great on the quiz. When it was her turn, Dr. DeLuca handed her the quiz with an eyebrow raised but said nothing. Erin walked away and then looked at it. She had gotten an 80, which was a bit better than she had expected. She flipped to the second page and found a handwritten note in red ink: "Erin, would you please drop by my office to discuss something?" it read.

What could this be about? Was she in trouble for something? Or was Professor DeLuca going to act on his infatuation and say or do something inappropriate? With trepidation, Erin made her way up the stairs to the corridor where his office was located. She approached ever more slowly, hoping that he was occupied with someone else. However, he was by himself and noticed her immediately. He waved her in.

Sensing her stress level, he tried to put her at ease.

"Don't worry Erin, this has nothing to do with the class." Uh oh, she thought. Is he going to ask me out or something?

"I have a problem that just came up," Dr. DeLuca continued. "I have some money to pay an undergraduate research assistant this summer, and the person who was going to do it just flaked out. I'm wondering if that was something you would consider. You're one of the top students in this class."

This was a complete surprise for Erin, and she was not prepared for how to answer.

"Uhhh, wow, that's so incredibly flattering Dr. DeLuca," she stammered. Then she started second-guessing herself, thinking that she sounded too dismissive. "It sounds like a great opportunity, but I would have to think about it."

"Well, did you already have other plans for the summer?" he asked.

"Not as such," she replied, hesitating. "It's just..., when I transfer I was planning on majoring in computer science." She saw a look of annoyance on his face, and quickly continued. "I mean, I love your class. I really do. But I'm not sure that biology is my passion for a career."

"Can I offer a piece of advice, Erin," Dr. DeLuca asked. She nodded.

"You're way too young to know what your true passion is. I think it's important for students to try lots of different subjects and research experiences before they make a commitment." She slowly nodded in agreement. He had a point.

"And besides," he added, "Even if you do go into CompSci, a strong background in biology could be a real asset. Have you ever heard of bioinformatics?" She nodded again. "Well, you have to be good in both areas for that."

"I see your point, Dr. DeLuca," Erin said. "But could I have the weekend to think about it?"

"Yes, but I need your answer by the first of the week," he replied. "You're the first person I've offered it to, and I need to contact number two if you're not interested."

"I'm definitely interested," she said, and gave him a little smile to convey her appreciation. "But this is such a surprise that I can't decide on the spot."

"I understand," he said. "Let me know as soon as possible."

Erin promised that she would and walked out.

After bussing back home, Erin took stock of her clothing issues. She had to wear her snug black trousers and white sleeveless top for her server job that evening, so the bike shorts were out. She stripped down and once again took a look at her butt. The red stripes were still there, and some discolored bruising was starting to appear underneath. She would not be sitting normally for a while. But would her sore welts prevent her from doing her job?

She could not call in sick. First, she absolutely needed the money. Plus, she did not want to give her employers any reason to cut her hours further. She decided to tough it out. To begin with, she once again put a cold compress sequentially on all of the whipped areas, and this helped a lot. She also popped several ibuprofen tablets, hoping they would take her through the evening. Then she carefully rubbed more lotion on her butt and thighs.

Erin saw no reason to continue wearing the thong, which she found rather ridiculous. Instead, she put on some sheer beige panties. The smoothness of the fabric was easier on her burning butt. She pulled on her black pants and tried walking around in them. The feeling was not great--the material was rubbing against the sensitive areas not protected by the panties--but she would have to sack up and deal with it.

Erin managed to make it through her shift without betraying the constant pain and discomfort that she felt. It was a busy Friday night, and so the tips, which were pooled by all the servers and divided up evenly, amounted to a nice windfall at the end of the night. One rowdy table had given her some trouble, trying to get her to join them, grabbing at her waist, and in one case she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye that turned out to be an attempted butt slap. She scooted out of the way and almost berated the middle-aged offender. She stopped herself just in time, and just shook her finger at him as if he were a naughty child. Of course, the table loved it.

Erin did not get home until after 11:00 p. m. The ibuprofen had worn off, and the bus ride had not been pleasant. She popped three more, then stripped down, untaped herself, then slid her panties back on and went straight to bed. She was exhausted from having slept poorly the night before and from the grueling shift at the restaurant.

Despite her fatigue, Erin found it difficult to turn off her brain. Her thoughts raced, jumping from her painful humiliation and fucking at the hands of Andy, to the lunch she had planned with Darrell, to the blow job she had given him earlier that week, to her early days of giving oral pleasure.

Aaron had gone home after that first time with his mind roiling. He had never been more sexually excited than he had been as he took Jeff's cock in his mouth while wearing a wig and the silky panties. It made all his other fantasies pale in comparison. At the same time, he felt weird about this escalation, and what Jeff had talked him into. Now things had changed again. As soon as he dropped off his stuff in his bedroom, he double-checked that his mother was not home and then repaired to the bathroom. Having only orgasmed once, he was already aching to come again.

Aaron wet his palm with saliva and began stroking his dick, which was diamond-hard. Again he reflected on the sensations of sliding his lips on the shaft of Jeff's cock, and then the experience of having his face decorated with copious amounts of cum. The climax came quickly, and Aaron had to scramble to contain his ejaculation with his hand--he had not even thought about getting a tissue.

He pumped a large puddle of semen into the palm of his hand, and as the orgasm wound down he stared at the quivering whitish liquid. It felt warm in his hand, just as it had on his face and body earlier. Suddenly, the thought occurred to put it in his mouth and swallow it. Aaron had seen girls eat cum in many of the videos Jeff had shown him. However, the idea repelled him, and he found the concept of consuming this snot-like stuff disgusting. As a compromise he tipped his head back and held his hand over his face, and then slowly tipped it so that the sperm spilled down in strings and covered his cheeks, nose, and lips. The feeling was both sexy and repugnant, and he felt very nasty to wear this sticky mask.

Aaron sprang up and quickly splashed warm water on his face to wash off the cum. He spent some time scrubbing with soapy water, because he was paranoid that his mom might catch a whiff of it. Since she had given birth to him, he assumed that she had at least passing familiarity with the odor of sperm. He looked at himself carefully, and discovered to his horror that there was a quivering droplet of semen at his hairline. He went through another round of scrubbing and inspection before he was satisfied that it was safe.

Despite his misgivings, Aaron could not wait for another chance to have sex with Jeff. He spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about the wig and the panties. He resolved to start letting his real hair grow--that would be better than a wig. But why was he so fixated on long hair and panties?

A few days later, Jeff invited Aaron over, and he was vibrating with excitement as he walked into the house. As was often the case, Jeff was already downstairs in the media room. Aaron slowly walked down, wondering what he would find. This time Jeff was sitting sprawled on the couch, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. Aaron eyed his body, allowing his eyes to linger on the bulge inside the underwear. He felt a surge of arousal pass through him.

Jeff waved him to the couch near him and said, "Why don't you get comfortable?" When Aaron's face betrayed confusion Jeff added, "You know, like me." He gestured at his mostly naked body.

Aaron didn't waste any time. He stripped off his shoes and socks, shirt, and pants, but left on his underwear. That day he was wearing some dark blue briefs that were from when he was younger and smaller, and they were a bit tight and skimpy. They weren't as sexy as panties, but Aaron still liked their look on his skinny body.

Jeff reached down and picked up a white plastic bag from the floor. "I have a present for you," he said, and passed the bag to Aaron. Not knowing what to expect, Aaron opened the bag with shaking hands. Inside he saw a cardboard box with a clear plastic window, and inside this window was what looked like a large, erect penis. Puzzled, he pulled the box out, and saw the writing: "Deluxe Lifelike Dildo--with Balls," and then below that, "Double-density Silicone; 7 Inches (insertable length 5 3/4 inches." Aaron hefted the box, noting that it was quite heavy. He felt both excitement and confusion: what did Jeff want him to do with this?

"Go ahead and open it," Jeff said. Aaron opened the top of the box and pulled out the plastic insert. The big, flesh-colored phallus came with it, and he dropped it into his left hand. It felt weird--not like plastic, but closer to skin, although it was a bit cool to the touch. He noticed that there was a large suction cup on one end of it.

"You were having a lot of trouble with gagging," Jeff went on. "I thought something like this might be useful to practice on. They say that it's pretty easy to train yourself to suppress the gag response. You've seen all those girls doing deep throat in the videos."

Aaron was not sure what to think. On the one hand, the idea of having a lifelike dildo to suck at home was a real turn-on. On the other hand, Jeff's "present" for him was really a present for Jeff, because he wanted Aaron to learn how to take his whole cock without gagging. So, a mixed blessing, but he nonetheless thanked Jeff for the gift.

"Go ahead and try it out," Jeff prompted.

Feeling a bit foolish, Aaron put the end of the dildo into his mouth. It was somewhat reminiscent of a real dick, although there was no particular taste or smell, and it did not have the warmth of human flesh. He saw Jeff watching him intently, so he pushed it deeper into his mouth, feeling the head progress towards the danger zone in the back. Suddenly he hit the spot that provoked his gag response, and had to pull it out quickly as he retched a little bit. If he was honest with himself, Aaron didn't see how he was going to train himself not to gag.

Next Jeff asked Aaron if he wanted to wear the panties and wig again, and this time Aaron did not hesitate. He asked, "Sure, where are they?"

Jeff had them ready, on the floor next to the couch. Aaron stood up and put the wig on, then slipped off his briefs to release his fully erect dick. He pulled up the pink panties and tucked his erection inside the elastic. When he looked over at Jeff, he saw that Jeff had slid off his own briefs, and was stroking his member. It was fully erect.

Aaron felt his heartrate increase and a feeling of dizziness passed through him as he looked at Jeff's cock and contemplated sucking it. He badly wanted to do that. However, he forced himself to show some restraint and instead sat down next to Jeff, their shoulders and hips touching. He reached with his hand and took hold of the warm hard-on, then as he gently slid his grip up and down, he leaned toward Jeff and closed his eyes with his lips slightly parted, inviting him to kiss him. He wanted this to be more like a seduction, where he was the girl.

Jeff did not miss the signal. He put his arm around Aaron's shoulders to pull him in, and closed his mouth over Aaron's lips. Soon his tongue was penetrating Aaron's mouth, provoking feelings of heightened arousal to pass through him. Meanwhile, Aaron continued stroking Jeff's cock, consciously resisting the urge to start sucking it.

Jeff stopped kissing Aaron and moved his lips to his neck. Aaron had not expected this and felt a shiver pass through him as Jeff's lips moved down toward the hollow of his shoulder. Suddenly, he felt a slight sting as if the vacuum cleaner had stuck on him. When Jeff pulled away, he saw a small red patch. Jeff had given him a hickey. This turned him on and made him feel even more like a girl.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Aaron leaned over and started kissing and licking Jeff's cock. Jeff gave a moan of satisfaction and leaned back to give him full access. After a few minutes of preliminary attention, Aaron slipped his lips over the head of Jeff's cock. This time it was less intimidating, and he let himself savor the experience of having this big fleshy intruder penetrate his oral cavity. It was different from the dildo for sure--bigger, warmer, and with very definite flavors and odors.

Unfortunately, Aaron's position made it awkward to slide his lips up and down Jeff's cock, so he got up and knelt in front of Jeff's crotch as he had the previous time. As he started bobbing his head. Aaron once again relished the various sensations unique to this activity: the smells, the feel of the cock in his mouth, the bristly pubic hair against the hand he was gripping the shaft with, the long, blond hair brushing against his hand and forearm, the itchy hickey at the base of his neck. If not for the penis straining insistently against his panties, he felt he could be a teenage girl whose boyfriend had talked her into a blow job.

Aaron worked his tongue along the shaft of Jeff's cock, trying to remember the guidance he had received last time. Jeff was sending signals of an impending orgasm with his heavy breathing and loud moans. Aaron tried to pay attention to all of the tells, because he did not want to get caught by surprise. Past experience said Jeff would alert him with enough time for him to pull away, but he nonetheless felt a bit of paranoia that he might conveniently forget to. However, once again Jeff came through and blurted out a semi-articulate warning.

With relative poise this time, Aaron slid his mouth up and off Jeff's cock, while pointing it at his chest. He felt it swell and twitch in his hand, accompanied by Jeff's loud groan and immediately followed by the impact of that first shot of cum just below his collarbone. He let the subsequent blasts land elsewhere on his torso until he was shiny with the sticky white stuff. The smell was strong in his nose, and he found that it turned him on. He almost scooped some of it up on his finger to rub on his lips but refrained, thinking he would regret it later after his own orgasm when he was no longer so horny.

When Jeff had finished coming, Aaron wiped himself off with tissues and waited to see what Jeff had in mind for him. As before, he instructed Aaron to lie on the floor and knelt between his legs. He started rubbing his fingers against the shaft of Aaron's cock, which was still trapped in the panties. The feeling of the smooth material against this dick as Jeff rubbed it was heavenly.

Suddenly, Aaron felt the fabric of the panties between his legs being pushed aside, and then a wet sensation in his butt crack. He opened his eyes and saw that Jeff was reaching his other hand under his butt while continuing to stroke his hard-on through the panties. What was he up to?

Aaron soon found out. He felt Jeff's wet fingertip against his anus, and then it slowly pushed in. He was not expecting this and jumped with shock, then tried to grab Jeff's hand to stop him.

"Hey, relax," said Jeff. "It feels nice to have a finger up your ass when you come, believe me. Just give it a try."

Aaron tried to do as he was told and let himself relax, but it was a major imposition to have Jeff's middle finger inside his anus, now up to the first knuckle. At least it didn't hurt, but it was still very strange and unsettling.

Jeff's finger pushed deeper and began to rub against the inside of Aaron's rectum. The strangeness of the sensation continued, but now it was accompanied by pleasure. Something about the place Jeff's finger was stroking seemed sensitive to the touch, and he began to writhe a bit from the unexpected signals coming from his butt.

The good feelings were growing in both Aaron's ass and his penis. The sliding of Jeff's finger, which was now well inside his anus, against his sphincter had also become a source of stimulation that was further turning him on. Aaron's legs were beginning to shudder and he heard himself making lots of little moans and sighs. He knew that he would soon climax, and he felt both excitement and trepidation. Somehow this time seemed less controllable, and more relentless in its growth. Suddenly the pleasure peaked and he gave a loud cry as his dick began to shoot cum into his panties. He felt his anus clench tightly around Jeff's finger, trapping it inside his rectum. He was arching his back and pushing his crotch into Jeff's other hand, which was still rubbing his hard-on.

At last the orgasm waned and Aaron's tense body began to relax. Jeff had stopped stroking him, and now withdrew his finger from his asshole. That had been amazing--the most intense climax he had ever experienced. Jeff went into the bathroom to wash off his hands, and Aaron followed because he needed to rinse out the panties. He noticed that the middle finger of Jeff's left hand was brown with shit. That was kind of gross. When Jeff was done Aaron slipped off the panties and rinsed them in warm water for a long time until they seemed devoid of semen. Then he used a washcloth to wipe the residual sperm off his crotch and then clean off Jeff's drying cum from his chest.

When he went home, having hidden the dildo in his backpack, Aaron knew he had a lot to think about.

As she had thought about these early encounters with Jeff, Erin had been casually rubbing her clit. It was engorged but not hard, and the stroking was causing her to feel more aroused. For the most part simple stimulation of her clit was not enough to get her off--she needed a dildo or vibrator in her ass. She had not wanted to go through the rigamarole of bringing down the lockbox, douching, lubing, and choosing an implement. It was getting late, and she needed to sleep. But now that she had been rubbing herself, she began to think climax might be possible without penetration.

She got up on her hands and knees and stuck a folded pillow between her legs. Then she began to grind her crotch against the pillow, while again thinking back to those early days of blowing Jeff. The pleasure was slowly increasing, along with her heartrate and breathing. She started making little moans in time with her breathing, and this seemed to feed back on her pleasure centers and help the excitement grow. Soon she knew that she would be able to come, and she ground herself harder and faster. Suddenly the feelings surged and Erin felt the wetness of her ejaculation inside her sheer panties. She was gasping and making moderately loud cries, and she realized that her neighbors might hear her. She forced herself to quiet down, biting her lip.

When it was over, she carefully got up out of bed and went to her bathroom. Her panties were soaking. She slid them off and carefully washed them, then hung them on the shower rod next to the black ones. She gave her groin a quick wipe down, then went back to bed and fell asleep naked without having bothered to put on a new pair of panties.