Renaldo (108 page)

fell below her shoulders, and in the candlelight, her enormous dark eyes and

full lips had a richness and sensuality, the likes of which he had never imagined

possible. All he could do was sit mutely, overwhelmed by her beauty.

“So, what will it be? Don’t be shy. This won’t hurt a bit. Here, let’s have

some champagne together. I’ll add a fresh strawberry to sweeten things up.”

“It could never be as sweet as you look right now.” He was amazed that he

was able to articulate the emotion pent up within him. “I mean, in my wildest

dreams, I never imagined anyone could ever look the way you do tonight. I find

this all very hard to comprehend. I have to pinch myself to make sure that I am

really here, alone with you.”

She seemed to glide across the room on a cushion of air as she carried the

two crystal goblets to the couch.

“Here, have a sip of this. It will relax you. What a day you have had!

You must be totally exhausted. Why don’t you let me make you more

comfortable.”

She pushed her guest slightly forward and removed the team blazer from

his shoulders, throwing it on a side chair when it was full extracted from his

upper torso. His tie went next, followed in quick succession by the uncoupling

of most of the buttons on his white cotton dress-shirt.

“There, that’s better! Now, a toast to Renaldo De Seta, world champion!”

Simone entwined her right arm lovingly with his as the soft clink of

crystal on crystal preceded their mutual imbibing. Their eyes were riveted

to each other’s as they slowly sampled the frothy nectar. The lady’s lips then

replaced the goblet’s touch on those of her companion. Her perfume enveloped

him as they explored the sweetness with their tongues. Simone sighed softly as

she once again pulled away.

“Let me show you something that I know will turn you to putty in my

hands.”

494

RENALDO

She slid to the floor in one smooth motion, then removed his loafers in

the blink of an eye. The dark socks that covered his feet also disappeared in a

heartbeat.

“How is your injured foot? Does it still pain you greatly?”

Her hands felt incredibly soft as she massaged the soles of his feet. The

boy had never felt anything like this sensation in his life.

“You should have been my physiotherapist instead of that roughneck they

had working on me. God knows how many more goals I could have scored with

this kind of treatment.”

Renaldo’s voice sounded calm and at ease. Simone smiled up at him as he

stretched his body out to give her easier access to this new source of pleasure.

Once his head reclined back against the soft cushions of the sofa, the teacher

knew that she had her pupil totally under control.

“Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet cords from my guitar, floating on the

silence that surrounds us.” Sinatra’s lilting voice was a perfect backdrop for the

total release that Renaldo was experiencing. Simone had been right, he was

putty in her hands.

Renaldo had no idea how long she silently but lovingly attended to his

aching extremities. All he was aware of was the tremendous sense of contentment

and relaxation that had seeped into every inch of his being. It was another

sensation, however, that shocked his manly urges into full awakening.

Along with her gentle manipulations suddenly came the soft blowing of

warm breath on the tips of his toes. Then, one by one, each small protrusion

was affectionately engulfed in the warmth of her mouth, where it was treated

to the most intimate of introductions. This oral reflexology sent shock waves to

the boy’s brain, the resultant effect of which became prominently noticeable by

his undeniable arousal. He was incapable of vocalizing his feelings, so intense

was the reaction to her ministrations. The only response the pupil was capable

of mustering was a succession of low, guttural moans.

The soothing, sweet-toned sounds of ‘Corcovado’ continued in the

background.

“This is where I want to be, here with you so close to me. Until the final

flicker of life’s embers . . .”

She was aware of his confined acknowledgement, but did not alter her

curriculum to suit his needs. This could not be rushed. These lessons required

patience and control to bring the student to matriculation.

In time, when each of the ten had received the desired amount of

attention, Simone slowly, ever so gently, started to caress her apprentice’s inner

calves. Working her way up to his inner thigh, it was impossible for her to

not feel his need, so strained was the material of his grey flannels. Finally, she

took pity on his discomfort, and while one hand explored the firmness of his

495

JAMES McCREATH

hairless, exposed chest, the other silently uncoupled the leather belt buckle that

constrained her reward.

The undergraduate was more than willing to assist his professor at this

point, all caution and shyness having evaporated. The metal zipper was torn

asunder in one swift motion, and a slight rise of the young man’s buttocks

allowed his instructor to discard the unwanted vestments.

Simone had closed her eyes, not wanting to gaze upon her treasure just

yet. She pulled herself up beside him, so that his taunt nipple rested perfectly

on her lips. With ever-mounting lust, she twirled the erect object with her

tongue, then drew it into the warmth of her sweet mouth, just as she had done

earlier with the tips of his body. She knew full well that he was experiencing

immense pleasure, but offsetting this was the considerable frustration of her

not focusing on the center of his newly blossomed desire.

In the end, Simone could no longer stand it herself. She set about kissing

her way down that rock-hard chest, lingering with her tongue around his navel,

then sliding to the floor between his legs. She allowed herself the sense of sight

once she had settled comfortably there, and the vision she beheld silhouetted in

the candlelight took her breath away.

He looked so beautiful sitting there in all his maleness. It was her turn

to drink in his aroma, to revel in the aura of that immense object. She tried

to grasp it gently in her hand, but her grip was too small. Two hands were

required to continue this course of study, but the educator remained undaunted

and pressed on with the lesson. Her tongue played an integral part in this

passion play now, as did her lips, teeth, and full mouth.

Several times she perceived her disciple’s white tears of love to be on the

brink of expulsion, but the evangelist had learned how to control these urges.

She was an expert educator, and class would not be dismissed until all her

courses had been taught!

Finally, when her own desires became irresistible, she took him by the

hand and led him to her boudoir. More candles decorated that chamber, which

highlighted a king-sized, Louis the Fourteenth canopy covered bed. Renaldo was

suddenly overcome with self-consciousness, his exposed manhood prominently

on display for his adoring lover to gaze upon. Simone guided him to the bed,

gently pushing him onto his back.

“Get comfortable, my love, and don’t be shy. I will join you presently.”

She stood at the foot of the giant playground, and with one touch of her

hand to the shoulder clasp of the chiffon wrap, the confining article fell to the

floor.

The boy had never conjured up such a vision of erotic pulchritude, even

in his most stimulating of moments. Simone’s height was accentuated by the

stiletto pumps. Her smooth, long legs were caressed by the sheerest of pale pink

496

RENALDO

stockings. From a lacy mid-length bustier of matching color extended ornately

woven garters, which, in turn, clasped the sheer fabric encasing those beautiful

gams. It was a breathtaking sight, one that brought the student to the verge of

losing all control.

His administrator was attentive to his needs, however, and she joined him

on the pillared laboratory for her introductory anatomy lesson. Their lips met

once more, this time with some urgency, for the lady was aware that the heat

of their passion had drenched her velvet cleft. Suddenly, she withdrew her lips

and whispered in his ear.

“I want to teach you how to pleasure a lady, how to make her insane with

abandon. We will start with a kiss on the lips, then work our way down to our

ultimate goal. Don’t be scared. I will show you exactly what to do.”

Again she kissed him tenderly, then slowly, ever so lovingly, took his soft

curls in her hands and guided his mouth to her breast. First one, then the other,

while her sweet voice cooed instructions. Further south on this new journey, the

traveler wandered, allowing his tongue to explore the hidden pleasures of her

tiny navel. The texture and scent of her soft, silky skin combined to completely

overshadow his own yearnings.

Further down past the equator, the adventurer roamed on his quest for

knowledge, guided expertly at each step by his knowing tutor.

Ultimately, he beheld the center of her universe, and with it, all the

joyous wonders contained therein. Softly, with her husky, soothing voice giving

encouragement, the instructor nuzzled his features against her soul. She had

waited so long for this . . . had thought of very little else each time she had laid

eyes on him. And now, now she would teach him to be a man.

She was diligent and exacting in her enlightenment of the boy, making

each semester last until she could resist no longer. The waves that eventually

swept over her, driving her to a state of fretful convulsions . . . these were proof

of his passing grade.

She had ushered him out of teenage adolescence and into that sacred realm

that some men never achieve in a lifetime. She had given him this gift to bond

their love, for she was fully aware that a more intimate union between man and

woman did not exist!

The student could not believe his instructor’s demonstrative reaction to

his journey. He feared for a moment that he had caused her some physical

damage, so violent was the reaction to his reaching the gates of Utopia. He was

only reassured that she was whole by the loosening of her iron grip on his locks,

and the hearty laugh that she emitted once composure found its way back into

her spent existence.

He had swooned at her fragrance, almost unable to follow her urgings.

Never could he have imagined such a sweet musk. He drank her in, his head

swimming in the pool of her craving.

49

JAMES McCREATH

At the conclusion of this segment, the underclassman was congratulated

for proficiency beyond expectation and escorted lovingly up once more to caress

her northern lips. He would be informed that there was more on her course

curriculum this night, however, and after a short recess, instruction began on

the most essential of human functions.

His athletic prowess carried over into the domain of these lessons, and it

was the teacher, not the pupil, who was amazed at the versatility and innovation

which was abundantly displayed in class.

Time slipped away until the first hue of the coming morning made itself

evident on the ceiling of the lovers’ cloistered surroundings. They had not slept

at all, preferring, instead, to drink the sweet wine of their newfound pleasures

time and time again.

There was a sense of the supernatural under that canopied college. A

sense of things and experiences beyond this world. Things too complex for the

exhausted student to comprehend as he lay with the source of his enlightenment

curled up in his arms.

So much had happened to him in the last twenty-four hours. Too much

for his clouded, overwhelmed brain. He was aware of only one fact as his senses

tried to etch this moment in his mind for all time. The worldly professor had

been most appreciative of his attention to detail and unselfish research. While

she would demand extended tutorials right up until he was forced to depart

back through that mystic portal into the real world, she had revealed his term

grade with a pink lip pencil on the smoothness of his chest. He would derive a

sense of deep satisfaction each time he glanced down at the ‘A+’ that adorned

his exhausted physique.

498

I’m sorry to say that I must leave you soon, my love. I have a business

luncheon with Astor Gordero at the Jockey Club at one o’clock. I’ll tell you

all about it after I clean up and get dressed, but first I have to locate my

personal belongings. They had everything moved from the training center to

the rooms they assigned us in the hotel here. The key to my room should still

be in my jacket pocket.”

It was just after eleven o’clock, and Argentina’s new football hero stood

peering through the bedroom window at the never-ending procession of

celebrants below him on Avenida Nueve de Julio. Simone had not stirred from

their love-nest, wanting to prolong her rapture until the last possible moment.