TABOO TALES(erotica)

Andre’s muscles shook as he stood under the hot spray of the shower at home. His mind dragged him back to places he didn’t want to be.

He’d screamed at his geography teacher. Why couldn’t he have done that with Mrs. Jager? He felt his mind shying away from the idea. He didn’t understand her control over him. He was too frightened to examine it closely, as that just brought memories of Gloria to mind.

His knees hit the floor of the tub as his leg muscles finally gave in to their trembling, a weakness reflecting his thoughts about his stepmother. He slipped down into the tub, unable to make his muscles respond as memories of the large woman filled his mind, and his strength failed him once more.

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Cassandra was weary from work and looked forward to relaxing at home with Andre. As she reached her front door, she glanced across the hall and saw an eviction notice taped to TJ’s door. The building manager found a reason to eject a tenant. Dealing drugs from the unit seemed to be sufficient. They certainly took their sweet time to post the notice. As far as she knew, TJ had been in jail for months.

She unlocked her door and slipped inside, locking up behind herself. She kicked off her sneakers.

“Andre?” she called out.

Silence… no, the shower was running. She walked over to the bathroom door. “Andre, I’m home!”

Nothing.

The water was still running, and she began to worry. “Andre? Are you okay?”

She tried the door, and it wasn’t locked, so she opened it slightly. “Andre, are you in there?”

Still nothing, so she opened it fully and saw Andre lying in the tub with the shower spraying on him.

“ANDRE!” she screamed as she rushed forward. She saw his eyes were open slightly, but they were rolling. She quickly shut off the taps and reached into the tub to touch his face. His eyes opened a little wider, and he saw Cassandra.

“What happened?” she asked. “Did you fall?”

He nodded.

“Shit! I’ll call an ambulance–”

“No… I’m… not injured,” he whispered, so weary.

“You may have hit your head!” she said crossly.

“No. Muscles cramped. Ran home.”

Cassandra froze. Why did he run from the school this time? “Did something happen at school?” she asked with dread.

Andre’s eyes flicked up to hers.

“I yelled at Mr. Cochrane,” he said hesitantly.

Cassandra frowned. Andre yelled? That didn’t sound like him. “Why? What did he do?”

Andre’s eyes moved away from her face, and his left hand unconsciously scrubbed at his opposite shoulder. “He… he touched me.”

Her eyes flared with anger. “Where did he touch you?” Andre glanced at her, then away. His left hand pointed to his shoulder, then went back to scrubbing the area.

Cassandra relaxed a little. “Your shoulder? While you were wearing your sweater?”

He shook his head. “I was working out on the machine. I took off my sweater and shirt. He… he touched my skin.” His left hand went from scrubbing to scratching, and she quickly placed her hand on top to stop him from injuring himself.

Andre’s hand stopped moving immediately as his eyes looked up at hers.

“Your shoulder is clean now. You don’t need to scrub anymore,” she said. She could feel his trembling and wondered what really happened to him. She was sure he was holding something back. “You’re not upset that I’m touching you.”

He shook his head slightly. “Only you.”

This was the second time she’d heard him say that. She had to know.

“What do you mean?” she asked gently.

“Your touch… is good… I don’t feel… unclean,” he breathed as his eyes looked away.

She was rocked by his confession and her face flushed. Then she caught his right hand moving to hide his growing erection from her. She finally realized he was naked! Of course, he was naked! He was in the shower! She looked away, completely flustered.

“So, you weren’t hurt in the tub?” she asked as she pulled her hand back.

“No. My muscles are weak. Overworked on the machine.”

“What machine?” she asked, eager to find a conversation thread to distract herself from the fact that he was gloriously naked, and she hadn’t realized this until now.

“The school’s new functional trainers. Weight machines. I was… exercising when the teacher touched me,” he said awkwardly.

She looked at his face, keeping her eyes from roaming. “I’ll speak with the principal again. I’ll tell him to make sure they won’t touch you anymore,” she said, and his eyes locked on hers. She sucked in a breath as she saw his gratitude. She smiled, but she had to look away, as the urge to look down at his naked body was overwhelming.

“C-can you get out of the tub on your own?” she asked.

He struggled to get onto his hands and knees. She couldn’t stop herself from glimpsing his cock, and a thrill rushed through her. She suddenly stood and faced away to leave.

“Cassandra?”

The plaintive tone in his voice froze her in place. “Yes?”

“I-I need help.”

She grabbed his towel and draped it over his shoulders and back. Then she got her hands under his armpits and helped lift him to his feet. She could feel his muscles trembling, so he really must have overdone his workout. “No more pushing yourself so hard on that machine!” she scolded, a little more harshly than she intended.

“Yes. Sorry.”

She got him out of the tub and over to the sink, where he clung to the edge of the counter to keep himself on his feet. He wouldn’t be able to dry himself as he needed his arms to stay upright, so she pushed the towel up over his head and used it to squeeze the water from his hair. He had so much of it, and it was beautiful! She was unaware of her effect on him with the gentle tugs on his hair until she caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror. His eyes were closed, but his blissful expression sent a zing right to her most intimate places.

Face burning, she rubbed the towel over his back and realized his muscles felt like granite. His whole body seemed a little larger like it had been slightly inflated. This drew her attention back to his cock, and that seemed more than slightly larger. Fuck! It was so thick!

Giving her head a sharp shake, she rubbed down his arms and quickly did his legs while staring at the muscles of his ass. So close!

“Where are your shorts?” she asked sharply.

He jolted out of his daze. “Um, sorry. I forgot to bring them. They’re in my drawer.”

She left the bathroom and marched into the living room, her pussy tingling madly. She took a moment to take some deep breaths and then collected a shirt and his shorts. She went back to the bathroom and pulled the shirt over his head, pulling the rest of his hair up and out of the neck hole. He did one arm at a time. She knelt behind him once more and made him lift one foot, then the next to get his shorts on. She stood and pulled them up.

Andre grunted when the waistband got caught under his balls. “Sorry,” she said contritely as she pulled the elastic outwards to give them room. Something hot slapped the back of her hand. Then the shorts were up.

“You can get to the living room, yes?” she asked him stiffly. She noticed his face was red.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Andre glanced at her red face in the mirror. “Yes. I can make it.”

She spun and went into her bedroom, closing the door with a thump.

Quickly stripping off her damp clothes, she pressed her hand against her lips as she recalled the moment when his thick cock slapped against it. Her body throbbed with need.

She grabbed the dildo from her end table drawer and stretched out on the bed. She needed to calm this need, or it would be impossible to be around him tonight. Then she remembered that her last class was tonight. The final exam! All the more reason to hurry.

Cassandra needed no lubricant for the toy, as she was already well prepared when she pressed it against her lower lips. They eagerly parted, and she thrust it deep inside. Fuck!

Faster and faster, she thrust the toy into her as she continued to hold the back of her hand against her lips. This blocked her cries as she suddenly hit her peak. Waves of bliss washed over her, and she slowly returned to her body. She stretched, enjoying the slowly dissipating tingles.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she sighed as a funk settled over her. She needed to get control over herself. She forced the mood away, as tonight was too important to derail. She needed to get moving. She grabbed tights, a loose sweater, and fresh underwear. Then she took a breath and opened her door to peek into the hall. She saw Andre had almost reached the end of the hall as he was moving slowly and carefully. She ducked out of her room into the bathroom and closed the door.

She didn’t linger in the shower and quickly dressed once she was dry. Walking down the hall, she saw Andre struggling to open his bed.

“Let me do that,” she insisted.

He moved back, and she quickly opened the sofa bed for him and eased him onto it, leaning him back against the pillows.

“I’ll make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner, then I have to go,” she said.

“Good luck tonight!” he said with a smile.

She grinned at him and rushed into the kitchen. She made him two sandwiches, then hustled out to hand him the plate and placed a glass of milk on the end table next to the sofa.