Anne jerked a little, and then she let out a breath as she seed to sink into her high-backed chair as Caius’s touch on her breast went from tentative to firm and back to tentative again.
Contrary to what her hypersensitivity to all things sexual might show, Anne was not at all a prude. She had felt and enjoyed sensuality before. Most tis—and the best of them—were by her own hands so she knew what it felt like to have contact with her breast not be blocked by fabric. Knew how good that could and would feel for her.
Which was why she was amazed that Caius’s touch felt as good as that even though she still had a shirt on. She had to open her eyes and stare down at her chest to confirm that he really had not stripped her to touch her. And he hadn’t. It truly just felt that good.
Caius’s other hand was on her shoulder, and he began to work them over like soone giving a massage. He was hardly an expert at the art but it would be really difficult for him to ss it up unless he actively wanted to.
He had Anne by the palm of his hands—literally if you consider that he truly did have his palm over one of her large breasts—and as long as he kept his touches pleasurable, his massage would be well-received.
While he had never tried his hand at being a masseuse, he did have so notable experience when it ca to touching won— making them feel good. He could easily call on those experiences to guide his hand as he flexed his fingers all over the Magi History Professor’s... covered skin?
’I should fix that,’ he thought to himself.
He took his hand off her shoulder and he heard a sigh of loss escape Anne’s lips but then her eyes flew open when, in a flick of a move, Caius undid one of the buttons of her shirt that was straining—but still doing pretty well—to keep her breasts covered despite how much the ample assets pushed against the cover and sought to break free.
"Wh-What are you doing?" She asked and sat up a bit.
There was sothing about the way she started that question that had Caius guessing she had been trying to sound indignant. Alas, that quickly fell short and the rest ca out groggy and... needy.
With a smile, Caius got back into his recitation of smut, and like soone listening to a lullaby, Anne’s eyes fluttered to a close and she sank back into her chair once again. Except, very much unlike soone who was listening to a lullaby—certainly not a normal one at least—her body trembled with arousal and she let out a deep moan.
Caius undid even more buttons but not all of them.
He liked how the shirt looked still on her and not completely off. It just presented a sultry image that had the entirety of his mind racing with delight.
Still, he had undid enough buttons to accomplish the goal he set out for in the first place which was to get the shirt loose enough that he could pull it down and reveal Anne Gilligan’s shoulder and get his fingers to touch her skin directly.
Anne trembled at the direct touch and sothing went off in her head. It was like she was being touched for the first ti in her many, many, many decades of living.
That was a sowhat silly thing to think but she really could not co up with a better/different way to word it because it described the feeling she had at the mont exactly.
And it really was true.
Never had it felt this good to have her skin touched. It was like there were nerves in her body that had long been inactive and only now transmitted feeling again.
"Holy..." Anne said as her body trembled even harder.
She gripped the armrests of her chair as hard as she possibly could and there were crack sounds as the wood began to splinter. Still, she didn’t release it. Hell, she seed to grip even harder.
Caius’s touch on her breast didn’t have to be blocked by the fabric of her shirt anymore either but there was still her underwear and he kept his touch outside of that.
Anne felt he did that out of consideration for her. Like he could tell what sort of sensory influx she was feeling just having her shoulder touched directly by him that fondling her naked breast might just take it a step too far.
It’s unclear if Caius was truly aware and had held off to be considerate to her pleasurable plight but one thing that was clear was that, his hold off did not last forever.
In fact, right after Anne had that thought, Caius was trailing his fingers from her underwear to the part of her breast her bra was not covering.
"Fuck!" Anne let out. Her glasses had slipped so far down her nose that they seed close to falling off just on account of how much she shook. She trembled so hard, the tremors seed to be erring very close to becoming spasms.
’Oh, how embarrassing that would be?’ Anne thought in her head, ’To cum at the touch of a student.’
Even as she thought this, she took no steps to stop him or snap them both back to their senses.
Instead, she asked herself; How did I get here?
Almost as soon as that ca, she was asking herself a second question; Does it matter?
The pleasure she was feeling answered that question because nothing mattered to her at the mont than getting off. The thought of stopping now when she was feeling herself getting close to her best release in... ever, was so ludicrous she could laugh. Alas, that laugh would likely beco a chortle due to how much her body was shaking at the mont.
Caius stroked across the smooth milkiness of her breast and let his fingers slip down almost as though he was going to go into the bra covering and directly touch an even more erogenous zone that was still covered but he stopped short and just stroked his fingers across the edge of the bra, teasing his entry but never quite going in.
Anne had to laugh then. She rembered all his words today so clearly and this brought sothing to mind that he had said earlier.
"Thought you said you won’t be denying of your touch," she said and her voice sounded quite stable, "Unlike the protagonist of that passage you’ve been reciting to ."
"Hmm..." Caius said with a smile but still, he teased her. His fingers stroll trailing at the edge of her bra.
"You-Ngh, you gave yourself away with that, by the way," Anne said in between pleasured moans.
"What do you an?" Caius asked, the sound of his voice pushing Anne even closer to the edge she was starting to teeter at.
"Ohhhhh— I an, you said ’Protagonist’ and not ’Aklopis’. If you’re going to keep trying to pass off your smut work as one of his life experiences, you could have taken care to—Ahhnnghhhh—use his na," Anne explained.
"Well, I suppose you caught then," Caius said and let a few minutes of his teasing pass before he added,
"Except, I said the Report I submitted was by Aklopis. I didn’t say the sa for the recited passage."
"You said there was more where it ca from. Ergo, whatever you recited next would also be his work," Anne argued.
"Too vague," Caius said and then shrugged as he made his massage of her shoulders even tighter,
"Besides, is that really what you’d like to discuss right now?"
"No," Anne said almost imdiately with a smile.
"Good girl," Caius told her then and ducked his head to place a kiss on her shoulder and finally slip into that bra and imdiately flick his finger across her very erect nipple.
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