Sandy 3: The students prep and take their final exam
Thank you to all who have made me a favorite author, I am quite touched, and thank you also to those who have favorited my stories. I do this for you all, but I didn't expect such a great response. For those who haven't read my other stories in this series I suggest you read the first two parts. Thank you again for all those who have read what I've put forth so far. I've gotten people telling me to use italics, others said MORE CAPS, and still others told me less. It's my style, but it is not a *SHOUT*, it is more to GRAB you and see what I am attempting to convey.
Amber was beside herself as she rested in bed in the early morning light. She thoughts back to her boyfriend Marc, now in NYC, and she missed him. However, that cock Sandy strapped on and used on her felt SO good. She had to have more sex with Sandy! It was too hot and too enjoyable and it beat the guys she rejected at school. It was now for the first time she noticed the pain of last night, or lack thereof, from her becoming a woman. She had experienced sex, lost her virginity, to a woman!
JJ was on his way to work for Saturday morning and Amber decided to visit her instructor downstairs. She went to the apartment door and knocked. Amber told the visitor to enter. Sandy was seated at her desk working her term paper for her masters degree.
"Amber! My newest student returns. What is it? Did you leave something on my night stand?" Sandy asked as she looked up.
"No...umm actually I wanted to tell you last night was just...just...ummm.. really ..." Amber stuttered to answer
Sandy stood up from her desk, walked over, and stood in Amber's face and said, "Hot?"
Amber blushed and replied, "Yes, it was really hot. I can't stop thinking about it. That cock felt so good, I really want more lessons. I want to continue ...and to be truthful I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"I haven't stopped thinking about it either, but I am busy with my work now. Maybe you could come back later, after lunch, we'll have tea and I will teach you another lesson," Sandy said.
Amber was a little disappointed and told Amber she really wanted something now, she would do anything, and surely study hard on any new lesson. Sandy relented, but said it would be a brief lesson.
Sandy told her student to go over to a small chest and find the incense burning stand and take out a cinnamon stick, the stand, and grab the Zippo lighter from its case next to the incense. Amber did as she was told, set it up on the floor on an old cooking sheet Sandy had been using and with Sandy's nod lit the incense, watched the stick burn, smolder, and glow red hot as the scent of cinnamon filled the room. Sandy got on the bed and patted it for Amber.
Amber asked, "Why did you have me light up incense? Are we about to smoke some pot?"
Sandy was a little shocked, "You seem to be too good a girl to be into weed. Why? Did you want some?"
"No, it is just that is what people use incense for most of the time isn't it? That and maybe stuff in temples,"Amber responded.
"You've been watching too many movies and teen dramas. Your body is a temple and this is our sanctuary. In here you learn, you practice, and you have faith and trust in me. Incense helps an experience, it ties a critical sense to an experience. It adds the sense of smell to something. Just as a smell can trigger a memory it can also enhance a feeling."
"Kind of like M.S.G. enhances Chinese food seasoning or whatever it is cooked with, " Amber joked.
"Kind of...Chinese food, I think I'll get some tonight for dinner, but anyway yes it helps enhance things. Now ...inhale deeply and you'll figure out why I chose cinnamon. You already know, instinctively," Sandy said as she took Amber by the shoulders and gently pushed her to the bed on her back.
Amber was suddenly in an intense kiss from Sandy. Sandy undid the belt Amber wore, unbuttoned her fly, and found a zipper. Amber was wearing JJ's Levis, likely she took them or it was a hand-me-down. Amber felt Sandy's hands working to pull the jeans off her and helped wiggle out of them and suddenly Amber's panties were being caressed by Sandy's hand...the heat growing by the minute. Suddenly Amber felt the kiss release, her tongue still moving, when Sandy pulled off her leaving her stunned.
"Why did you stop?" asked a shaken and disappointed Amber.
"Relax my student, part of the lesson. You are aroused, getting hot, and can you smell the cinnamon more now? Sandy asked as she took her top off, ditched her pants, and finally yanked the shirt off Amber, her bra, and panties went too.
"Yes, I can smell it more now. A lot more now," Amber said.
"And yet I haven't added more, sure there is more burnt from the stick, but I haven't really added anymore to it. What you smell is the smell of sex. You're smelling my own excitement and yours. It only gets more intense from here," Sandy explained.
Now, once again, two similarly shaped and lovely nude women returned to making hot love on Sandy's bed. Resumed with their kissing Amber closed her eyes and her teacher now began to finger her moistening folds and take glistening juices to rub over her clit and tease and gently squeeze and entice it. Amber moaned aloud at how good it felt and hugged Sandy closer. Sandy smiled, her student responded well to her ministrations.
They moved into a delicious 69 and Amber felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She wanted to have more sex, she needed it, she craved it, and found herself saying in a guttural breath to Sandy, "Fuck me again." That is what Sandy was waiting for and then opened the drawer where she kept the dildo. She inserted it into her own hot folds and squeezed herself around it and flexed her folds. Amber begged more and asked why Sandy was doing that. "I am heating it for you darling. I don't want cold latex in you... I want it to
feel
like a cock. I
need