Page 10 of Anatomy Lessons

MAISY

My head whirls as Clark lifts my skirt up high enough to reveal my panties. I picked the cutest pair I had for today just in case this happened—pink lace with double straps that accentuate my hips. But I’m still worried he’ll think they’re stupid. Over the top. That I’m trying too hard.

But, when he sees them, his eyes flicker, and his lips twist in a way that gets me all giddy inside.

“I’m going to need to remove these,” he says with a tone demanding obedience. I wonder for the briefest of moments how he’d react if I said no. But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Nervous as I am, I need this. We both know what we’re here to do.

I nod and lift my hips to help him, just enough so my butt comes off the couch. He slips his thumbs under the straps and pulls.

My whole world seems to shift as I watch my underwear slide down my thighs, past my knees, and down to my ankles. My legs pinch together on their own, but Clark spreads them apart with his hands.

“Now, now, now, Maisy. How am I going to teach you about your anatomy if you hide it from me?”

I nod. He’s right. It was just a reflex. I spread my legs wider for him. My face must be red as a tomato. I can feel the blush spreading down my neck and across my chest. Not because I’m shy about showing my body to him but because I just don’t know what to do. This is all foreign to me.

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize,” he says softly as he continues to part my legs with his firm hands. Each inch that they open causes my chest to tighten, my lips to pinch together, and my eyes to widen.

He moves his gaze down past the hem of my skirt, and I take a deep breath. A low, powerful groan rumbles out of his chest as his tongue slips from his mouth and traces his lips like a hungry man. He shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“Beautiful. You have a beautiful pussy, Maisy.” I gasp and swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “I see you shaved, angel. Do you always shave?”

I shake my head. “Um, no. I just thought it would help for our lessons.”

He raises an eyebrow and nods approvingly. “You were right.”

Then Professor Durand does something I was not expecting. He slides off the couch and gets down on his knees between my legs.

“Let’s get started,” he says, a dashing expression on his face that makes him look like a prince. He slides his middle finger into his mouth, wetting it, then touches me down there—a place I’ve never been touched before. “These are your beautiful pussy lips, Maisy. The technical term, which I should teach you, seeing as how I’m your professor, is labia.”

I nod. I’m a good student. A good girl. “Labia,” I repeat.

“And this,” he says softly, moving his finger to my center. “This is your vaginal opening.”

The sensation caused by his touch causes my hips to buck. My hands curl around the couch cushion as my heartrate surges.

“This is where a male, a male who you want, inserts his penis when you choose to have sex.”

I’m barely holding it together now. He’s speaking so scientifically, but I’m so turned on. He’s kneeling down in front of me but still holds a dominant position. I’ve never felt more submissive. It’s like I’ve fully surrendered to him and his gorgeous eyes, confident voice, and rough hands.

Part of me is still filled with anxiety, but the rest of me feels right at home, ready for whatever comes next. My body may be quivering, but I feel like I can be who I really am around Clark. He’s not just ‘one of those guys’ that my mom would tell me about. He’s more.

“Professor Durand,” I whimper. “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes blaze back at me as he nods. “Of course you can.”

My lips are dry. I run my tongue across them and take a breath. “Is it normal to be…wet…down there?”

A tiny chuckle rumbles from his lips and straight into my core. For a brief moment, I feel embarrassed again, but then he does something with his finger down there, and a jolt of the most intense sensation shoots through me, sweeping it all away.

“It’s perfectly normal, angel. That’s a sign of sexual arousal. It’s your body’s way of preparing for intercourse.”

“Intercourse? Like…sex?” I should feel so stupid asking these questions, but Clark’s presence is like a warm hammock beneath me, cradling me with safety and care.

“That’s right, gorgeous.”

Still with his eyes on me, Clark leans closer, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my thighs. I tremble and my hands tighten on the cushion. The tip of his finger presses forward ever so slightly, and I let out a moan as I feel myself open for him.