Learning Curves: 5 Lessons In Love

By Maxine Clematis

A thrill surged up David's chest as Cassie slowly reached across his leg and gently touched the bedspread. He moaned loudly, shivering. Her eyes widened briefly when she tugged the spread free, and then she crooned wickedly.

"That is simply amazing, David." She stared at him expectantly. "Still want me to go home?"

Eighteen-year-old David is inexperienced for his age. Cassie is the older, wiser high school teacher who lives next door.

One summer afternoon, Cassie catches David spying on her while she takes a carefree swim, setting in motion a chain of events for which he's totally unprepared, but all too willing to explore. Cassie is a meticulous instructor and David a rapt pupil, and together, they experience pleasure beyond their most libidinous fantasies -- through one torrid lesson after another -- until even Cassie discovers she has a thing or two to learn.

This interracial collection contains the popular Learning Curves series, and features a variety of steamy encounters to satisfy even the most discerning palate. Savor these lessons like you would a fine wine because each is unique in its own way.

This collection features individual chapter links for convenient navigation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maxine Clematis
• Release date: Jan 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370371914

Maxine Clematis

Maxine Clematis has a BA in English and has been writing for many years. She is one of the industry's best-kept secrets, but a cult favorite with fans. Her stories are richly diverse and always well written, populated by believable characters exploring raw emotion, and filled with scorching encounters that burn the page like fire.

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Learning Curves:

Five Lessons In Love

By Maxine Clematis

2nd Edition

Copyright 2017 by Maxine Clematis

All rights reserved

Cover is stock photography and used with permission

SYNOPSIS

A thrill surged up David's chest as Cassie slowly reached across his leg and gently touched the bedspread. He moaned loudly, shivering. Her eyes widened briefly when she tugged the spread free, and then she crooned wickedly.

That is simply amazing, David. She stared at him expectantly. Still want me to go home?

Eighteen-year-old David is inexperienced for his age. Cassie is the older, wiser high school teacher who lives next door.

One summer afternoon, Cassie catches David spying on her while she takes a carefree swim, setting in motion a chain of events for which he's totally unprepared, but all too willing to explore. Cassie is a meticulous instructor and David a rapt pupil, and together, they experience pleasure beyond their most libidinous fantasies -- through one torrid lesson after another -- until even Cassie discovers she has a thing or two to learn.

This interracial collection contains the popular Learning Curves series, and features a variety of steamy encounters to satisfy even the most discerning palate. Savor these lessons like you would a fine wine because each is unique in its own way.

This collection features individual chapter links for convenient navigation.

CONTENTS

Lesson One: FIRST ASSIGNMENT

Lesson Two: GIFTED EDUCATION

Lesson Three: OPEN ENROLLMENT

Lesson Four: FINAL EXAMINATION

Lesson Five: ADVANCED DEGREE

Lesson One:

FIRST ASSIGNMENT

David watched his next-door neighbor step through her family room slider and walk across the concrete patio to the swimming pool. From the second-story vantage point of his bedroom window, he could see directly into her backyard, despite the eight-foot privacy fence that surrounded it.

Cassie's wearing pink today, he thought, and nodded in approval.

He had to admit he wasn't an objective critic; Cassie looked beautiful in all her bikinis, no matter what the color. For a woman in her late-thirties, she was in fantastic shape. He often wondered if the sun was bad for her ebony skin, or why a black woman wanted to sun herself in the first place, but he was certainly glad that she did. It had made the afternoons this summer so much more enjoyable.

Cassie carried a towel, a magazine, and an insulated tumbler over to a wicker chaise. She draped the towel over the back of the chaise, and set the magazine and tumbler down on a little table beside it.

Something to read and to drink, David thought judiciously. She intends to be out here awhile.

She stretched for a long moment, the movement shifting her weighty rack upward inside the bikini halter, then walked to the edge of the pool and dipped her foot in the water. Apparently satisfied with the temperature, she casually shed her bikini and dove in.

Let the show begin, he thought eagerly, his excitement building.

David still couldn't figure out why she even bothered to wear a swimsuit when she got out of it so quick, but again, he had no complaints. He simply stood in his bedroom window and allowed his manhood to swell as he enjoyed her gleaming black body swimming laps back and forth across the pool.

There was a full-length mirror on the wall and he could see his naked reflection from the side perfectly. He stroked himself and lengthened further. He wasn't worried about anybody walking in and surprising him. His folks were celebrating their twentieth anniversary in New Orleans, and his little brother was staying with Uncle Chuck and his family. He had just turned eighteen, and was on his own for two glorious weeks.

Cassie switched from a rigorous freestyle to a lazy backstroke. She looked so erotically graceful as she sliced through the water, sending gentle ripples across the surface that splashed against the sides. Her black skin shone beneath the sun. Water droplets glistened in the thick obsidian curls between her toned thighs and her firm breasts reared proudly from her chest.

David licked his lips as he imagined taking one of those curvy rounds into his mouth and sucking it. He imagined some of her other students had, as well. Cassie's old man was a sales rep for a local pharmaceutical company and was on the road a lot. Cassie sometimes occupied her time when he was gone by substitute teaching. David had had her in a couple of his own classes over the years.

He stared in the mirror and watched his organ swell two more inches. Even when limp, it was big, and was the source of much envy in the locker room. Not too long ago, just before graduation, a couple of the guys finally asked to see it hard. The three of them were in the shower at the time and David had agreed. He hadn't seen any harm in it -- hell, he'd even started jacking off -- but when his wide-eyed peers asked to suck it, that was way too much.

He peered out the window again and saw Cassie climbing out of the pool. She stood on the concrete lip, her wet skin reflecting the sunlight back at him, and when she bent over and shook out her long, black hair, David stared at her naturally sculpted bottom with a virginal fascination. Neither a wrinkle nor a dimple marred its firm flesh, and he tingled as he envisioned rubbing his erection in that secretive, dark cleft between her cheeks. She stood up, walked over to the lounger, and took a seat, allowing the sun to dry her body. She took a sip from the tumbler, then spread her legs, put her arms up behind her, leaned back, and closed her eyes.

Goddamn, David thought.

He pictured his face in her cleavage, her big black boobs bathing his cheeks with sweat. He wondered how they smelled, how they tasted. Did she wear perfume on them? If so, what kind? How hard did her nipples get? What would that hairy wet pussy feel like wrapped around his shaft?

David shuddered reflexively. He smeared his fingers in it and slicked his rigid flesh. His huge hard phallus felt good in his hand, slippery and hot and throbbing, and he stroked it firmly, gently massaging the underside of his glans, sending little thrills down his legs. His thigh muscles trembled and his balls began to ache. Lubrication seeped from his knobslit.

He looked out the window. His breath caught in his throat and his busy hand froze.

Holy fuck, he thought.

Cassie was playing with herself. This was something totally new, and he felt sweat break out on his face as he watched her masturbate. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she explored between her legs, and her mouth opened in a soundless groan. She slid her left hand slowly up her stomach and cupped a breast, fingertips pinching the nipple. Her back arched in obvious pleasure, and David's breathing turned rapid.

Cassie abruptly spread her legs wide and slipped two fingers into her slit. She arched her back again, added a third finger and increased her tempo. Her pussy's purplish lips gleamed brightly with her juices, and her thighs quivered. She was gasping for breath, and David felt his own inhalations increase with hers.

Jesus Jesus Jesus... he thought dazedly, his palm squish-squish-squishing on his rail of turgid flesh.

Cassie's insistent frigging had now gained an intensity of purpose -- the fingers on her right hand spreading her swollen lips, while she frantically massaged her clitty with her left. Juice flowed freely from her yawning depths, smearing her thighs and her fingers and her pubic hair with a lubricity that glimmered in the hot summer sunshine. Her face shone with perspiration and the muscles strained in her thighs.

David stared, feeling the pressure build uncontrollably in his testicles, wishing he were the one delivering so much excitement to such a mature, beautiful woman. Cassie's spine abruptly arched brutally, and he watched with wide-eyed fascination as liquid explosively geysered from her sodden depths, drenching the chaise pillow and spattering the concrete beneath it.

Holy fuck! he thought with amazement.

Cassie made no sound as her orgasm tore through her, but writhed convulsively, gasping for breath. Another violent spray followed nearly on top of the first -- David pumped furiously and howled reflexively, and a torrent of semen hurled forth, splattering the screen in thick sticky runnels and then clinging pendulously to it.

When David finally recovered his senses, he looked out the window and found Cassie staring up at him, her eyes wide and her jaw gaping open with disbelief.

Ohhh noooo! he thought, completely horrified.

Normally, he stepped back into the room to finish himself off. This time, he'd been too excited, and she'd heard him squeal like a stuck pig while he stood in front of the goddamn open window for the whole fucking world to see.

You dumbass, he thought, angry and frightened and mortified. You stupid fucking dumbass!

He wondered desperately if she was going to call the cops.

Officer, I've just been eye-fucked by the kid who lives next door. Can you please arrest that filthy Peeping Tom?

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, he thought, nearly bursting into tears.

If she did call the cops, there would most certainly be a bust. She would have to testify in open court, while he stood there looking like the world's biggest pervert. There would be possible jail time for himself, humiliation for his folks, and the inevitable stigma of sex offender riding his back like a bad dream for the rest of his life. The probability of her old man kicking his ass up and down their dead-end street was one hundred percent, and that big black dude scared him more than anything else.

Oh, God, he said aloud, voice shaking. I'll never watch her again. I promise, I'll never do that again.

He quickly walked down the upstairs hallway to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. He wondered when the police were going to come knocking at the front door. David looked at his cock, the muscular log of flesh now dangling limply between his legs. This wasn't the first time the damn thing had embarrassed him...

Despite the penis envy of his buddies, David discovered over the years that there were certain disadvantages to being well endowed, especially when he was in the classroom. He'd be sitting there minding his own business, listening to the history instructor droning on about the economic cause and effect of slavery on the Southern states, and he'd get a hard-on for no discernable reason whatsoever.

For an average guy, that wouldn't have been problem. But his length was definitely an issue. Not only did it hurt being cramped up in his jeans, it made an incredible bulge that was totally embarrassing. When class was over, he'd have to wait until everyone left before he could get up. Sometimes, his knob drooled so much that he'd have wet spots on his jeans.

He knew word was getting around because girls would whisper to each other and giggle when he walked past them in the hallways. And because of that, he was afraid and embarrassed to approach a girl, let alone talk to one. His dad always said: Don't worry about it, son. When the right one comes along, you'll know and be ready.

Fat lot of good that did. His friends all said that women loved big dicks, but not one girl in high school had ever shown any interest. Sometimes he wondered if he might stay a virgin for the rest of his life.

David turned off the shower and dried