The Education of Anna-Marie 3

“Well, if you’re going to take your time about it, I might as well do the dishes,” Emma quipped, pretending it was nothing to her, while her heart pounded and her hands trembled with budding excitement.

She left him standing there to go back into the kitchen. “If you’re still dressed when I get back, you can leave,” she shot over her shoulder. “But if you’re not dressed, then I suppose you’ll just have to stay. I can’t have naked boys seen leaving my room, now can I?”

It was an exercise to give him time to get used to the idea—not overplaying her hand to the point where he felt obliged to dig his heels in. At the same time, it gave Emma a minute to regain control of herself. Once in the kitchen, she noisily put their dishes in the sink to soak, showing Scott she really did have things to do if he didn’t wish to occupy her time.

When she returned, Scott stood there in the middle of the room, totally stripped, but with his hands in front of his groin. He’d fortuitously placed himself in front of her tripodded camera. Emma’s head swam with the thought of him posing for her.

Scott not just letting her see him, but offering up the sight of his naked body to posterity, letting her summon it up again whenever she wished. And, even better, the fond memories of making artwork out of him.

She went before Scott and reached out to take his wrists, looking him in the ruby quartz that passed for his eyes. She exerted herself just enough to separate his hands, but didn’t look down at what he had to offer. She already knew from the locker room that it wouldn’t disappoint.

“You’ll have to trust me, Scott. I want to show you just how much you have to offer a woman. And Scott, you have so much to offer that Jean would be a fool to be left wanting. You probably wouldn’t believe if I were to just tell you that you’re a very attractive man. So I’m going to take some pictures of you. And when I’m done, you’ll see yourself through my eyes.”

“You are a psychic,” Scott pointed out. “You don’t need a camera to do that.”

“I surely do,” Emma corrected him. “If I just project an image into your head, you’ll probably think I’m toying with it. Making you look taller or more muscular or correcting whatever deficiency you think you have. But with photographs—real, physical photographs—you’ll see exactly what meets the naked eye. You can carry them with you, examine them to your heart’s content… I guarantee you won’t find any of the flaws you worry about.”

“If you say so,” Scott gulped.

Emma dropped her eyes, openly gazing at his flaccid cock. Even limp, it was impressively sized. Not too thick, but proportionate with Scott’s lean body. Long. If Scott knew how to move that thing, with all its length, he’d be a holy terror with women.

“I do say so,” Emma said, looking Scott in the eye again. “You have nothing to be concerned about on that front, I assure you.” She lowered her voice huskily. “I’ve gone to bed with men much less endowed. They pleased me immensely. So imagine what you could do with all that.”

“Jean and I, we haven’t really…” Scott began in a low whisper, keeping his eyes straight ahead, like he was trying to pretend the tension creeping into his manhood didn’t exist.

“I feel certain you will,” Emma told him, letting go of his wrists. “If she’s like most women, she’s just waiting for you to press the issue. No girl wants to be a slut. She wants to be seduced. And you have everything you need to seduce her. You just have to use what you’ve got. Put your hands on your hips.”

“My hands?” Scott asked.

“Go on now. Do as you’re told. If I’d wanted you to keep your anatomy hidden away all day, I’d have left you in your boxers.”

She took his compliance as a given, going to the camera and fiddling with it. When the electric flash went off, lighting the room, it caught Scott obligingly in the pose she had asked for.

“Hey now!” Scott gasped. “You didn’t say you were going to—“

“You didn’t realize,” Emma corrected him. “What do you think you’re here for? Just to stand about my room naked? What do you take me for? Some sort of pervert?”

“I’m sorry, I—“

“This is an art project,” Emma interrupted. “And a therapy session. Why are you so discomforted? It’s only your body and the camera. Is that enough to afflict the great Cyclops, leader of the X-Men?”

Scott set his jaw in a firm line. It reminded Emma of a brick being laid.

“Turn sideways,” Emma told him. “I assure you, you have nothing to worry about. The camera’s only going to reveal what a fine, athletic body you have.”

Scott turned. The flash blitzed the room.

“There.” Emma went back to him with a smile on her face. “I could mix your photos in with other pictures of boys your age. No Photoshop, no retouching. Not many would match your looks. Those abs. That height…”

“No eyes,” Scott said, though there wasn’t much bitterness in his voice.

He seemed relaxed, as though he’d been through a dreaded medical procedure and it had turned out not to be as painful as he feared.

“Actually, there is a little correction to be made,” Emma told him, reaching down to take his prick inside her fingers. “We need to get a picture of you when you’re fully erect. We can’t have you comparing yourself when you’re soft to some porn star at his biggest. That won’t do at all. No, we need to get you nice and hard, before we take any more pictures. Then I’ll show you some of the photos that a girl like Jean actually lusts after. You may find you have more in common with her fantasies than you’d imagine.”

Scott’s limp member rested in the palm of her hand. She smiled coyly at its presence, then leaned forward, giving Scott a revealing look down the cleavage of her robe. His sunglasses shined a little brighter and Emma knew his eyes had widened. He was seeing all but the tips of her proud breasts now.

Yes, there was definitely something about an inexperienced man that struck her absolutely deliciously. Scott was so enthralled to her that he was like a slave to her every debauched impulse. Afraid to move without permission, driven to submission by his desire not to disappoint Emma, and perfectly, maddeningly frustrated by not knowing what it would be like—this reward she tempted him with so brazenly.

“Just relax,” Emma purred gently to him. “Don’t be nervous. Don’t try to force it. I know what to do. So does your body. If you just take a deep breath and let me work, I’ll make it hard.”

“It’s not going to work,” Scott keened. “I can’t relax when you’re… when you’re…”

“Do I intimidate you?” Emma giggled. “There’s nothing to be frightened of. I’d never do anything to you that you don’t want me to do. All I want is to put you at ease and make you feel good. Is that something to worry about? Perhaps I should show you…”

She spoke patiently with him, not letting her voice shake or quicken, not giving away the passion she herself felt—it had to be almost the equal of his.

“Do I look like a threat to you, Scott? Does any part of my body look like it causes pain?”

She let go of his limp prick, letting it slap against his legs on its way back between his thighs.

“I’m here for your satisfaction. My only purpose is to give you succor. I want you to feel safe with me, to trust me, as you would a teammate.”

She turned away from him and slipped her silk robe down her fine, curvaceous body.

“You’d trust others to protect you, to heal you, even to mend a torn uniform. Can’t you trust me to raise your spirits? Can’t you trust that all I want for you is what you want—for you to operate at your peak performance?”

Emma luxuriated in Scott’s lust for her, blazing into her like he was using his optic blast. Red-rimmed eyes pored over her decadently rolling buttocks, the supple muscle of her toned back and firm thighs, the hints of her generous breasts that jiggled into view with the slightest of turns… they were too big for her slender back to block them entirely.

“But that doesn’t come from training harder and burning yourself out. It comes from confidence. Let me give you confidence, Scott. Let me show you that you won’t let me down.”

All Emma needed was a chilled glass of wine and she could’ve spent hours relishing his arousal. But the fact was, she knew putting that arousal to work would be even more pleasant.

“I’m a good judge of character. I know you’ll exceed my expectations. So why be afraid to take a test I’m sure you’ll pass?”