Learning English by tundetre

Title: Learning English

Penname: tundetre

Beta: leelator

Rating: NC - 17

Pairing: Jacob/?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga. No copyright infringement is intended.

As I approached his office, I felt confident I could make him see that meeting with me personally would be a good thing. After all, I was a young, intelligent, smart, and sexy woman in quest of knowledge, wasn’t I? I knocked politely and waited for a long second to give him time to answer. He did not disappoint and opened the door with a tired but welcoming smile. I immediately felt bad I had harassed the school secretary about private lessons with him, but pushed these thoughts into the back of my mind and smiled at him warmly.

He took a step back to let me in and showed me to an armless chair next to his desk. Inside his office, I tried not to let the lingering virile scent get to me, but with just one deep breath, I came undone. My determination weakened, my senses heightened, and my chest was heaving. I hung my head and closed my eyes. My heart felt like it was throbbing in my throat, and I had to cough before I could formulate words.

“Good evening, Mr. Black.”

“Please, call me Jacob! When I hear somebody calling Mr. Black I have to look around for my father.” he said as he closed the door and stepped around me, returning to the side of his desk.

“Of course, Jacob!” My mouth watered with anticipation to say his name again. I hesitantly looked up and immediately loosened my shoulders, letting a calm wave relax my body, flashing him what I hoped was an irresistible smile. His face lit up and the tired expression faded into a sexy smirk as his eyes focused on my décolletage.

He shamelessly ogled me from head to toe, while a barely audible, frustrated moan escaped him. The sound went straight to my core causing my panties to become uncomfortably wet. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him seductively. He moistened his lower lip with his tongue causing my jaw to drop, while my body quivered. My thighs clenched and more wetness pooled in my panties. He stepped closer to me, placing his right hand on the desk and slightly bending his head to bring his lips oh so near to my ear.

“So, you came”—ah, not yet, but I will, I thought to myself, not able to stop my brain’s workings—“to get private lessons with me. May I ask why?”

“Isn’t this seminar called, um, ‘Learning Through Experience’?” I asked, lowering my gaze to glimpse at the bulge forming in his jeans. Oh, igen! Gaining back my confidence, I looked at him from under my lashes with a seemingly shy smile and then continued in a soft but sexy voice.

“I really want to embrace this experience and squeeze the best out of it!” I said, emphasizing the words “embrace” and “squeeze” by touching his hard stomach.

Swallowing hard, he moved a breath away and questioned me, “Is that right?” His strong hands came up my sides, instantly warming my skin, and drawing my body flush to his, effectively capturing my hands between us.

“And just what area would you like to embrace and squeeze?”

“Well, I’m here to learn, so anything you want to teach me … .” I was stunned by my forwardness, but still, I pushed him on the desk, stepping between his legs and tugging at his shirt.

“So, I know this is called shirt, right? … But it is in my way, so … menniekell.” He lifted his arms and helped me pull it off. Now I was ogling him, just admiring the swells and hollows of his abs and almost drooling on his wide, smooth, copper chest.

“And this is called chest … . Um … mine is called mell,… breasts.” I was pressing my lower half into him. Slowly, I slipped open a few buttons of my shirt so he could get a better view of the bra covering my breasts. His eyes were glued to my bare flesh as his hands slid over the remaining buttons, hastily unfastening them so he could cup me with his large fingers.

“You know, these are also called abosom, tits, boobies … .” He kneaded me lecherously while placing sensual kisses below my ears, a spot that made me shiver and erupt in goose bumps.

“I want to know more.”

“If your hands make a trail downwards, they’ll find abdomen-has, waist-derék, hip-csipő, V-line-V vonal, penis-pénisz, balls-golyók—in a word—groin-ágyék.” I traced my fingertips down his body, touching the places he was mentioning.

“Ah, penis, that’s a thing I know several names for!” His smirk was all knowing and made my knees tremble under me. But I mimicked his smile as my palm brushed against his groin, causing a low growl to rise from deep inside of him. He pressed my hand into his firm erection, rubbing it to gain more friction. “Can you name a few for me?”

I unabashedly flicked his fly and unzipped his jeans, grabbing him firmly, at the same time chanting synonyms for penis. “Uh-um … like dick, cock,” … ohm … “poker, prick, shaft, rod, popsicle, boner, joystick.”I started to stroke him with one hand and strip him with my other so his pants pooled around his ankles.

He hissed and growled, lacing his hands in my hair as I kneeled in front of him and continued. “There are also more graphic expressions, like raging hard-on, velvet covered iron, sinewy length … .” I didn’t get to utter any more words because he effectively silenced me, filling my mouth. He was still for a second, letting out a pleased sigh, and abandoned himself to my mercy.

Not wasting any time, I grabbed the base of Little Jake—not at all little, mind you—and started stroking him rhythmically, while swirling my tongue at the tip, distributing the pre-cum. I gently nibbled on him at first, then with more force, licking and sucking and taking in as much of him as I could.

“What you’re doing right now is called cock sucking or … oh shit, that feels too good … fellatio or blowjob … mmm … or giving head …!” I was too absorbed in my learning process to notice his obvious shivering and the rise of his voice, so it took me by surprise when he almost cried out.

“Stop! … You have to stop, or I can’t reveal a very special word to you, and that would be just evil!” I pouted at the loss of his salty taste, thenhe grabbed me by my upper arms, hoisting me up, and he captured my lips, fiercely kissing me. He released me and looked straight into my eyes.

“You wanna know what my special word is?” My head was a little dizzy from the previous make out session, so I just nodded eagerly. I felt his hands on my shoulders, forcing me down again, and a wild smile appeared on my face. But before I could open up for him, he raised his forefinger and then placed his palm on his hardened member, hiding it from me.

“Tea bagging.” He waited for me to get familiar with the word, asking me to repeat it. I shook my head in ignorance and, with my eyes, I pleaded for an explanation. He wasn’t slow to deliver.

“Tea bagging is a form of fellatio, the act of sucking testicles,” he said with contentment written all over his face. I thought my head would split in two due to my ear to ear smile. Sexy sounds emanated within me as I peered up as seductively as I could. Finally, I opened my mouth to welcome his balls. He whimpered at the sensation of my warm, moist lips enveloping him and he let his head fall back to enjoy. I tugged his fingers away from his dick to pump him up and down with a rhythm he seemed to like. Both my mouth and hand picked up the pace as his moans stimulated my senses, encouraging me to bring him release.

“Holy fuck … you advanced the act of … ohhh … tea bagging … god, yes … into an art!” By now, I was furiously stroking him—lapping, kissing, and sucking with my lips and tongue. “Shit, baby, don’t stop … don’t stop, I’m gonna …!”

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Leaving his office, I was one hundred percent sure of one thing: I would never, ever forget what tea bagging meant.

A/N. *chewing nails* This little story is my first, and I promise it will also be my last attempt to write … at all. A million thanks to leeleator, who not only beta’d this “gulp-amount” —oh, yeah—of lemon, but with her humor and insightful comments made me have a great time writing! Also, thanks to Pavarti, who oh so kindly encouraged me to “get to it”! Love you both.