Guinevere Walton's POV:
"Ethnocentrism is one of the debilitating viewpoints of many countries that prevents us from being able to fully unify as a species and see each other as equals. We all have different lifestyles and ways of living. If we want to ever achieve peace amongst all people, we have to start seeing each other as equals, no matter what our lifestyles may be. Can anyone remember exactly what ethnocentrism is?" Mr. Johnston said while pacing the front of the class.
I spoke quietly, though loud enough for everyone to hear. This was one of the only classes I was comfortable enough in to speak up. "Ethnocentrism is when you believe that your culture or way of life is better than another, simply because it's different from your own."
"Correct, Guinevere. You're exactly right. Ethnocentrism was the main point of this class. Anthropology is the study of humans. Past, present, and future. Ethnocentrism has always been a part of our species and probably always will be unfortunately. We have to work to be understanding of people who aren't like us, or we fall victim to this mindset." He said, giving me a smile when he praised me before moving on.
"Try to be mindful of yourselves from now on. I hope you have all learned something from this class, I know it isn't everyone's first choice. Most of you did quite well, some excellently." He paused on that word as he looked at me, pride in his eyes. "Class is dismissed, I look forward to seeing some of you again next semester." he directed his eyes towards those that hardly showed up and would probably have to repeat the class.
I gathered my things, a bit slower than usual as I didn't quite want this class to be over. I loved the content and the way that Mr. Johnston taught it. I understood everything perfectly and scored between 96 and 105 depending on whether he gave an extra credit essay at the end of tests or not. I had scored a perfect 100 and had given him a message at the end of it in French, remembering when he mentioned that he spoke the language. That night he had texted me back, telling me of my perfect score, in French, and replied to my message. (He had our numbers because he liked the ease of access with texting rather than using email, I think he also just wanted to be a bit of a cooler professor)
I had told him that he was a very good professor and that I would love to hear more of his stories. And he had responded back telling me thank you and that I was an excellent student. That night I was ecstatic. You see, this professor was one that I really liked. I sought his praise, more so than any other professor I had had before. His personality and lifestyle was one I liked. If I had known him in an unprofessional position I would have made more of an effort to know him personally. He liked me as his student, though I wasn't sure if he wanted to know me as anything but that. Today, on our last day of class, I decided to test my theory and my limits.
After everyone had left while I packed up slowly, taking the time to pretend to text to slow myself further, I approached him.
"Mr. Johnston, thank you for being such a good professor. You taught me a lot in this class and you presented it in such a way that I understood it perfectly. I know I already sort of told you that but I wanted to tell you in person." I told him from the other side of his desk.
"I'm glad I was able to teach you Guinevere, you're a wonderful student. You are one of few that made this class bearable. Most kids take this class for the credit and scrape by, hardly attending. You were here every class, actually paying attention and I can tell you that means a lot to professors." He said, looking at me directly. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I was suddenly embarrassed. I wasn't used to people looking at me in particular and paying attention to me.
"I only wish I could take another one of your classes but, this is the only one you teach and this is my last semester. I can't believe I'm done." I said, trying to hide behind my brown curly hair.
"I'm proud of you for graduating, it's an impressive feat for anyone to make it this far, most people drop out. And you've done it so young. I can tell you're a hardworking young lady and that you're going to get wherever it is that you're wanting to go." He stated with conviction before continuing. "I may not be able to teach you here again but I could share with you some of my discoveries if you'd like?" He asked, seeming a bit unsure about his own question but with hope behind it.
"Absolutely. I would love to hear more of your stories. It's all so fascinating to me." I said excitedly, hoping that this would mean I could spend more time with him. He was someone I craved the attention of and wanted to be around more. Even if he did make me nervous.
"Most of my work is at home and too valuable to be transported so you would need to come to my house to see it. If that makes you uncomfortable I could take pictures of the Platyrrhini skulls and send you copies of the documents instead." He said, making sure I was completely comfortable with his process.
"I have no issues with coming to your home, I'd like to actually hold the fossils, it feels more real that way." I smiled, glad to get more time with my (hopefully) new mentor.
"Great, it's easier to teach in person anyway." He wrote down his address on a sticky note and gave it to me. "This is my address, I'm actually free tonight if you want to come visit, I'd love to have your company."
"I can come after work, around 6 if that's not too late?" I asked.
"Not at all, I look forward to it Guinevere." He looked at me and gave a slight smile.
It was hard to hide my blush and buzzing excitement but I just managed enough to say 'me too' before leaving and walking to my car.
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Later that day,
I pulled into his gravel driveway, surrounded by trees. I was in awe of his home. It was nothing impressive by normal means, but to me it was amazing. I had always wanted a nice small home in the woods, surrounded by nature and with enough land to have animals. He had what I had always dreamed of. Of course I expected this sort of home from him since he had told us casually of his hobbies consisting of hunting and outdoor activities.
My hand hesitated and my heart was leaping out of my chest as I went to knock on the door. I took a deep breath and finally let my knuckles hit the wood firmly three times. I stepped back, feeling a breeze hit my backside, sending the front of my dress upwards and causing me to quickly put my hands over the fabric and hold it to my thighs.
"Guinevere, early as always." He said brightly, referring to my habit of showing up to class everyday 10 minutes early. He pulled the door open wider and moved his other hand out, gesturing for me to enter. "Please, come in, it's cold out there."
I walked in, briefly standing closer to him than I ever had in class. I felt a warmness in my abdomen, something I hadn't felt much the last few months, though I immediately recognized what it was I was feeling. Nervously, I stepped further into his home, taking in my surroundings and distracting myself from the feeling growing in me.
"You can put your shoes next to the door. Please, make yourself comfortable while I go get the fossils and such." He invited me before leaving the main area to go into a room that was previously closed.
I set my shoes by the door and decided to sit in the middle of the sofa in the center of the living room. There was a warm fire, spitting out embers occasionally. I pulled my legs up under me and to the side, closing my eyes for a moment enjoying the comfort. The heat in my abdomen dying down as the rest of me warmed up.
"Here we are. These are the Marmoset, Tamarin, and Capuchin monkey skulls I was lucky enough to keep after finding them while excavating." He sat next to me on the couch and handed me the skulls, one at a time.
"Wow. It's so... surreal. Feeling something this old in my hands is so strange and yet so amazing." I was in awe at the discovery in my hands, turning it around and studying it.
When he had finished showing me the fossils themselves he brought out a book.
"This is my report of my findings and my theories of the history of these new world monkeys." He sat back down next to me, inches from me. Again I felt that heat build in my abdomen rapidly, taking me by surprise. I didn't know why he made me feel this way.
"Could you read it to me Mr. Johnston? I would love to hear it from you." I asked him, not quite sure I could focus on it myself.
"Please Guinevere, you're in my home, you can call me Edward." He kindly stated.
I grabbed a pillow and held it in my arms as I leaned in his direction, looking at the pages as he began to read from them. I relaxed slowly and felt my eyes drifting from the pages.
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Edward Johnston's POV:
I finished reading the entry and looked over at her, wanting to gauge her expression. However, I did not expect to see her asleep with her head resting gently on my pillow. Her legs were curled up behind her and she was slowly leaning towards me as her body relaxed into the state of sleep. I watched her for several moments, her wildly curly hair slipping over her face. Her cream-colored, smooth skin. I was tempted to push her hair behind her ear to prevent it from covering her face but didn't want to wake her.
Her face was relaxed, instead of the poise she usually held herself to. She was certainly beautiful and elegant in her daily goings about. Asleep however, she was delightfully cute. I felt the urge to hold her. I had admired her the day she stepped into my class and pulled out a notebook and pen to write with. I could tell she was smart and a good student. I hadn't expected to grow quite so fond of her as I did.
It was a good thing she was no longer technically my student or I could never have allowed myself to invite her here. That wasn't appropriate for our previous relationship. Now though she was simply a young lady, interested in my work. It was too bad I was too old for her or I probably would have felt tempted to invite her out on a date. But she'd probably never see me as more than a professor, as much as my fantasies would beg to differ.
I realized that with her slipping forward slowly that she would eventually end up leaning on me. I would hate to see her uncomfortable and wanted her peaceful sleep to last. College students were usually exhausted and she was no exception. She pushed herself to the limits.
I grabbed another pillow from beside me and put it on my lap, then gently shifting her to rest her head on it. This time I couldn't help myself but to move her hair from her face. Her perfectly peach colored lips looked soft and supple, her lashes thick and dark, covering her eyes. Her beautifully bright blue eyes. They were captivating. Her hair felt soft and smooth, I found myself continually running my fingers through it, telling myself I was just moving it out of her face.
I hadn't ever been attracted to a student like I had her. I could tell when a student was pretty or cute sure, but I never wanted to have them like I did her. Feeling her body lay atop my lap, seeing her chest rise and fall beneath her dress, and it riding up her legs to reveal thick, strong thighs. I felt the blood rush down my body beneath where her head lay on the pillow, suddenly entranced with watching her body as she slept.
I tried at first to not think about what I wanted to do as my hand continued petting her hair. But after watching her for a few minutes I knew I couldn't stop myself. I thought about moving my hand down through her hair, to her shoulder and arm, back up to her collarbone and moving down to firmly grasp her breasts. I thought about what her nipples might look and feel like under my large, rough hands. I thought about moving my hand down the side of her torso, hips, and thigh till I met skin.
My cock jumped at the thought of touching her bare skin. It led me to thinking about sliding my hand under the fabric of it and moving it upward to reveal her panties. I wanted to know what she wore underneath it. I wanted to feel her soft skin.
Throughout my thoughts and fantasies that ran through my mind I continued petting her hair, slowly moving it away from her neck. I looked down at her face again, so peaceful and calm. I wanted to kiss her lips, the ones I could see and the ones that were still hidden.
When I had moved her hair from the side of neck and revealed the soft skin there I gently ran my fingers from her scalp down her neck, to her shoulder until I met fabric from her sleeve. I could see a bit of cleavage peaking out the top of her neckline. She had full breasts that I had noticed whenever she wore anything not baggy to class. I wanted to do so many things to her body, yet I was paralyzed with the potential outcomes that would ruin our relationship.
"Mmnm..." she moaned as she slept. It was a contented sigh of relaxation and a sound you would also hear if a woman had found relief in pleasure. I didn't think I could get harder under the pillow but hearing a pleasurable sound escape her lips would be my undoing. I rested my whole hand on her neck and moved it up into her scalp, running it under her hair and massaged her gently. She made another delectable moan of approval and it encouraged me further. I wanted to lay her on my couch and devour her, but I could only manage to keep my hand on her head and continue eliciting her responses that teased me to no end.
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Guinevere Walton's POV:
I made a sound that was a mix between a moan and a whimper. It had left my lips before I was even aware of it. I immediately identified the source of it though. My scalp was being massaged gently, which was extremely relaxing. I had not felt this comfortable in a long time.
Who was doing this though? I continued relaxing into the feeling and letting loose the responses it brought out in me while I thought about the last thing I could remember before falling asleep. And that was when I realized that the last place I went was my professor Mr. Johnston's home.
I opened my eyes in a panic and shot upright, feeling disoriented for a moment before focusing my eyes on my professor whose lap I had just been laying on.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry Mr. Johnston I didn't mean to fall asleep. I've just been so exhausted lately and I guess I felt comfortable enough with you to pass out. I didn't mean to I swear-" I rambled on, worried I might have offended him by falling asleep while he was trying to share with me his work. But before I could get another word out he slid his hand over my cheek and through my hair, holding the side of my face to look at him.
"Calm down Guinevere, it's okay. I get it. I was a student once too. I'm actually glad you felt comfortable enough with me to be able to fall asleep. Plus you're very cute when you sleep, you know." He said with a smirking smile. I had never seen that expression on his face before and his compliment combined made me blush like never before with him. I turned my head into his hand and rested slightly into it. It was much larger than my tiny hands and roughened. But it was comfortable and brought out a feeling in me I thought I had lost since... him.
I felt relaxed and comfortable being in his proximity. That heat in my abdomen grew with the heat in my face. I was aroused and shy at the feeling of it. I hadn't expected to feel this way with him. I wanted to move closer to him, I wanted more of this feeling, and a way to satisfy it.
"Guinevere, are you okay? You look flushed." He said, concern in his voice. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.
"Y-yes I'm okay, I'm just... feeling... um..." I stammered and couldn't bring myself to tell him exactly how I was feeling. He would probably throw me out if he knew that I was hot between my legs from feeling his hand on me.
"Feeling how? You can tell me Guinevere, I want to make sure you're okay. How can I help?" He asked as he brought the back of his other hand up to my forehead. "You feel normal though your skin is flushed." He stated.
"I'm, I'm fine, Mr. Johnston. I don't think you... can help me with this, or rather should." I mumbled the last part, my cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.
"What was that? I couldn't hear what you said sweetie. And please call me Edward." His voice gentle yet probing.
I hid my face further in his hand and brought one of mine up to hold his wrist to keep it there. I said clearly enough for him to hear, "I said I don't think you can help me with my, um, problem, or that you should I guess." I closed my eyes, hoping that he would get my point and let it go, ending my torture and embarrassment.
To my surprise he pulled me close to him into a hug. I was leaning over on my knees as his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him. I quickly placed a hand on his shoulder to keep my balance before wrapping them around his shoulders. The heat within me grew to the point of torment. I wanted to straddle my legs around him and grind my heated core into him, but I had to resist. His strong arms surrounding me made me feel so safe and protected. I was hyper aware of exactly where they were resting on my heated body. One forearm was resting against my lower back, just a bit above where my panty-line ended and his hand was curled around the opposite side of my waist. His other arm was just above that, with his left hand close to the underside of my breast.
Every breath I took his arms shifted around me and I almost shook with arousal. I felt small in his arms. His body was large compared to mine, he was taller than me and heavier. He had muscle and weight on his side. He could easily crush me or force me wherever he wanted. That fact scared me, and aroused me to no end. And yet I also felt safe at my core. I knew this man would never hurt me.
"Mr. Johnston-" I started before correcting myself, "Edward." I said with a plead in my voice. I didn't know quite what it was I was pleading for, just some form of relief.
"Good girl." He said with a gentle and kind voice, his deep and soft voice. I felt those words jolt down my body to between my legs. My legs started to shake with need. I hadn't heard those words in such a long time...
"Please... please..." I could manage to say. My body was trembling under his tightening grasp. I loved the feeling of it and felt the wetness grow between my legs. I hoped that he understood from my voice what I needed from him in that moment, as I couldn't possible think of any words to describe it.
"You're shaking darling. Relax and tell me what you need so I can help you. I want you to be comfortable." He spoke in a soft voice in my ear. It sent a shiver through my body and the tickle of it only aroused me more. I whimpered in his arms, a whimper of pleasure and need.
"I need..." my voice shaking, afraid to continue, "you, Edward. I need you. Please." I said with a sigh when I finished. I felt better after saying it though my heart raced with the thought that he would reject me, thinking it too unprofessional for himself to see me that way.
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Edward Johnston's POV:
"I need... you, Edward. I need you. Please." Her voice shook as she said it. I squeezed her tighter to me, forcing her to spread her legs and swing one over to the other side of my waist to keep her balance. The pillow on my lap falling to the ground.
"Look at me Gwen. I need you to tell me to my face what you want." She shivered in my grasp. Her head buried deep into my shoulders. I could tell she was afraid of her own feelings in that moment, I just needed to push her a little further to get her comfortable.
"I can't. It's too embarrassing, please don't make me say it again. You know what I mean Mr. Johnston. Please don't see me as any different because of it. I know you don't see me like that, you couldn't." She rambled on into my shoulder, her chest heaving against mine.
"Sweetheart I wouldn't have you straddling my lap if I didn't want you to be." I chuckled. "Don't be afraid to tell me anything, I want to hear what you have to say, no matter what it is." I said, trying to pull her out of her shell.
She froze and relaxed slightly, enough for her to rest against my lap directly. Which put her hot middle right on top of my erection.
"See?" I said lightly teasing her. I rubbed my hands over her back, relaxing her into the position. My cock was throbbing under the heat of her sex pressed into me, I was sure she could feel it.
"You." she started to say before I told her 'to my face' and she shifted to face me, slightly hiding behind her hair like she always did in class when she was shy, "You. I need to... feel you. It aches to be so close to you and yet so... separate. I want to...fuck you Mr. Johnston." She said before hiding her head back in my shoulder.
I grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto my covered cock, rocking her against me. I moaned in pleasure at the feeling and hearing her sigh in pleasure. Her hands gripped the fabric over my chest. I could hardly believe she was so deeply aroused at my touch.
"That's good. Because I want to lay you down and fuck you into my couch. But your little moans are so cute I want to keep teasing you." I smirked. If I was going to have the opportunity to fuck this beautifully smart young girl, I was going to make the most of it and make sure she never forgot it.
Her whimper of need was achingly erotic and made me nearly do what I said I wanted to do, but I held back. Savoring the feeling of her deep arousal. I slid one hand up her torso and firmly squeezed her large breast under her dress. It was better than I could have imagined. It was supple and soft feeling, but I couldn't feel it perfectly under both her dress and bra.
I slid my other hand down her thigh until I met the hem of her dress and slid it along her skin under the fabric like I had imagined while she slept. I shifted my hand to her inner thigh and skimmed the surface of her panties, making her shiver and quake with her need. I could hardly contain myself. I lightly ran the pad of my middle finger along the center of the crotch of her panties, running over her clit along the way.
"Ed...ward... please don't tease me..." She pleaded, still too embarrassed to raise her head from my shoulder. My chuckle of pleasure at her torture only made her shiver more.
"Kiss me Guinevere. And I'll give you what you want." I said, challenging her, knowing it would take time and incentive for her build up the courage to do something that she was afraid to do for the first time.
I pinched her hard nipple through her clothing and kissed her neck lightly, adding to her arousal and teasing her further. My left hand gently sliding over her panties over and over again, just barely stimulating her but giving her enough to want more.
With a final shiver of pleasure she pushed herself away from my shoulder and I had a glimpse of her set face, poised as I'd seen her many times, before she leaned in to kiss me. Her soft lips brushing mine. I felt younger than I had in a long time, kissing her youthful lips and feeling her hesitance. I groaned into her lips and firmly rubbed my hand over her panties up and down before cupping her sex, and she twitched at the sudden intense stimulation. Her gasp on my lips was heavenly.
I moved my hand to the hemline of her panties and slid it gently into them. Her lips were soaking in her wetness. I ran my middle and ring fingers between her lips, up and down. Her body twitched and shivered. I loved feeling her reactions to my touch. I gently pressed my middle finger at the entrance of her sex, meeting a resistance I wasn't expecting. I paused and withdrew. I opened my eyes from the kiss we shared and looked at her in her eyes.
"Guinevere, are you... are you a virgin?" I asked her, a serious and commanding tone in my voice.
"N-no. I'm not. It's just been a long time since... I've been touched by anyone." She said, hiding her face in her gorgeous curly locks again.
"But you're so, well, beautiful. I figured you'd have been with boys pretty consistently and... availably if you don't mind me saying." I said surprised. I couldn't believe she hadn't been with anyone in a long time. It was hard to believe that she hadn't been touched or cared for in a long time.
"Well, it's not that it's not available to me. I've had lots of boys try to be with me but, I don't feel comfortable with them. And I don't really want to either. I haven't really... wanted to be with anyone since, um..." She hesitated.
"Since what? Did something happen?" I asked, careful of my words but needing to know if she had been hurt. I cared for this girl more than I realized. My hand had long left her underwear and went to her thigh in a protective grip.
"Since, I was with my first Dom." She glanced at my face to gauge my expression. To say I was surprised was an understatement.
"Your Dom? You're into BDSM? You surprise me more and more every second girl." I said, a new light to her personality becoming obvious to me. I could see it now in her. The way she always insisted on calling me Mr. Johnston, the way she loved praise and the phrase 'Good girl', the pleading and give to my command. Guinevere felt not just safe, but submissive with me.
"Yes. I stupidly submitted to him when I turned 18 and met him in person for the first time. He was also.. my first. He wasn't gentle like I thought he would be. It was fun for a bit but eventually I didn't feel submissive around him anymore, just scared. He punished me over the littlest of things and held me to a perfect standard. I was never enough for him and I felt like I was never enough. After about six months he said I wasn't a good enough submissive and that I couldn't be trained. So he left me. I never felt comfortable with anyone after that because I thought I would never be enough." As she told me her story I felt frustration build up inside me at whoever this guy was that hurt her and made her feel this way. No Dominant should ever make their submissive feel that way, even if they weren't good at it.
"Oh Sweetie, you are more than enough. You are perfect the way you are. You would make a wonderful submissive. I could even see you as being a good little if you're inclined that way. You are a beautifully smart girl who has done excellently in everything she has done. If he couldn't see that, then that wasn't what he really wanted. I think he just wanted someone to control and use and you weren't pliable for him because you aren't a mindless fucktoy. And that's a good thing. A good Dominant would want his submissive to choose to be his, and understand exactly what that means." I explained to her, hoping to get her to understand just how truly special she was.
"Thank you Mr. Johnston. I don't know why I feel so comfortable around you. I immediately want to submit to you and I've felt that way since I came into your class first. I just didn't quite understand what it meant." She said with a confidence returning to her eyes for the first time since she had fallen asleep in my lap.
I embraced her and felt her body relax against me. Her head resting on my shoulder and her arms wrapped against her chest.
"What did you mean by a good 'little' Mr. Johnston?" She asked as she rested. I was surprised at her question, figuring she knew what it meant since she was familiar with the lifestyle.
"Well, it's part of a smaller, more particular section of BDSM that involves a caretaker and a 'little'. People have different names for each role and it really depends on each independent couple. Generally the little is taken care of by the caretaker and the little is obedient, at least most of the time. It's a give and take relationship that is between two consenting adults." I explained to her, trying not to freak her out by giving particular names to either role.
"I think your personality fits a sweet little that wants to be taken care of and given lots of affection and care. You've been hurt before and that means that you need extra tenderness." I said carefully.
"Do you... want to take care of me?" She asked quietly.
"I think I would like to yes, I've grown fond of you Guinevere. And I quite enjoy your company." I said softly, rubbing her back.
"I'd like that Mr. Johnston. I feel safe and submissive with you. You said there are names people give to each other in that kind of relationship, so what would I call you?" She asked curiously.
"Anything you'd like Darling." I said, comfortable with any title she saw me as.
"Can I call you Sir? Master doesn't feel quite right but neither does Mr. Johnston anymore. You're not my professor anymore, especially since you've...touched me." She spoke softly.
"I would love that Guinevere. For now though how about you just go to sleep." I said, knowing that she needed it after all that I put her through this evening. She mumbled a sign of agreeance and quickly dosed off with the occasional hum.
I carried her sleeping form to my bedroom and took her bra off to make sure that she would be comfortable whilst she slept. I got under the covers with her after dressing down to my boxers. I held her to my chest as she slept and drifted off with her.
