The Awakening Society (2 page)

Truth and fervency laced his words, and Tonya allowed herself to be buoyed by the compliment. Yes, she was guiding him to say them, but she could imagine he said them of his own volition. Time to up the tension.

“Harrison, I need you to remove your shorts, please.” She didn’t miss the panicked look that crossed his face, but she stayed firm. “You’ve probably never been naked in front of a woman before now, but I promise you, with every fiber of my being, that you are safe here, and I will never ridicule or humiliate you. I love the male form, in all of its variations, so you can rest assured that I will get as much pleasure out of this experience as you will, if not more.”

Harrison looked at the floor for a long time before taking another deep breath, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them to the floor.

Tonya couldn’t contain a gasp. “Harrison,” she said appreciatively, “I didn’t expect you to be so…wonderful.”

And she hadn’t. The boxers had kept incredible control over him. Long, straight, and traced heavily with purple veins, his cock stood straight up, nestling just above his belly button. Heat flowed through her at the thought of directing that long cock into her for the first time and initiating him in the joy of sex. Unable to help herself, she cupped her breasts, scraping her fingernails over the lace covering them. Her pussy clenched.

Harrison’s expression darkened as they settled on her movements, and his cock flexed. He started to reach for himself, but stopped.

“Oh no, Harrison, I expect you to touch yourself. I want you to wrap your fist around that long cock of yours, and I want you to do what feels good. I want you to come looking at me. Thinking about me. Imagining me licking you from top to bottom.”

Tonya rose from the settee and deliberately let the robe fall open. The silk belt unraveled to hang at her sides. Harrison never took his eyes off her chest. For several seconds, she let him look his fill. Then, slowly, she reached up to the ribbon holding the front of the teddy together and untied the bow, which allowed her heavy breasts to push the sides apart. With two fingers she unraveled the tie enough that her nipples were just barely exposed.

Harrison’s hand began stroking, a gentle up and down that looked almost lazy. Tonya slipped one finger into her mouth, wetting it thoroughly, before resting her hand on her right breast. Deliberately she painted the tip with the moisture from her mouth. The boy’s breathing began to speed up, and Tonya took a couple of seductive, swaying steps toward him, stopping inches away. Bracing her feet on the high heels, she tugged the teddy apart further, completely freeing her breasts. With both hands, she cupped and held them up to Harrison. Gasping, he worked his fist faster, moaning slightly as he looked down at what was offered to him. His free hand reached out, and hesitated. Tonya avoided the hand, but sidled close enough that she could puff her breath against his straining neck.

“Harrison,” she whispered, “I am going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.” With a heavy moan, Harrison started ejaculating. He tried to catch the cum with his hand, but there was too much to contain and it poured onto the hardwood floor. The entire time he continued to stare down at her breasts, a hairsbreadth away from his chest, until his legs finally gave out. With a harsh grunt, he landed on his hands and knees.

Tonya shivered, more excited than she expected to be. She was slick with desire, and it was all she could do not to jump the poor boy’s lovely bones. Instead she waited, breathing through the need.

Harrison sat up at her feet, but stayed kneeling on the floor. Immediately, his gaze latched onto her still exposed breasts, and the hands she had cupping them. His own hand lifted, as if he wanted to do something, then dropped back to his thigh. “Tonya, um, wow, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to do that so quickly. Do you have something I can clean this up with?”

She smiled at the awkwardness on his face, and handed him a cotton towel. “Just wipe it up and set the towel aside. And don’t be sorry, Harrison. You did exactly what I wanted you to do. You were beautiful. ”

Chapter Two

Harrison thought the boiling embarrassment was going to pop his head right off as he reached for the towel to clean up his cum. He had to fold it over several times to get it all, and he thought the towel was done for.

That had been so fucking hot. Dad had told him to give himself over to Tonya and do whatever she said, because it would be worth it. So far he had to agree. Embarrassing to come within scant minutes of meeting her, but definitely worth it.

Tonya was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Big chocolate brown eyes and smooth tanned skin. Subtle eye make-up, but deep red lips. She had to be about forty, because she had brought Dad over, but she certainly didn’t look it. With her plump breasts and long legs, she looked more like a twenty-year old. If he looked closely, he could see a few lines around her mouth maybe, but he’d be proud to be seen walking across campus with her any day.

She turned away from him and went to sit on the couch again, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. It hung in a long curtain to her waist and framed her breasts when she sat down. She smiled at him, and Harrison felt his cock twinge. It wouldn’t take much to get him hard again. He knew he’d get penetration tonight, he just had to bide his time and do what she said. Fuck, he’d run across Talmadge Bridge naked just to be able to say he wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Tonya motioned him to his feet, smiling that knowing smile. She knew what she was doing to him. After twenty years of bringing men over, she probably knew more than anybody what would yank his chain.

“I want you to be inquisitive, Harrison. If you have a question about sex, or the female body, I want you to ask it here. If you want to see something, tell me. I will show you anything. Teach you anything. It’s the whole point of our being here.”

Her words seemed to echo his thoughts, and his mind disintegrated into chaos. What little clarity he had attained after the orgasm wouldn’t last long with her wandering around in that teddy thing. And, God, those heels. He cleared his throat nervously and tried to be casual in his nudity.

“How did I get chosen for this? My dad just told me a few things, and put a paper with your address in my hand.”

Her dark lips spread in a smile. “Your father signed you up the day you were born.”

Harrison frowned. “Are you serious? Eighteen years ago?”

“To the day. April eighteenth, nineteen-eighty-four.”

She was quiet for a moment and it looked as if she were gathering her thoughts. She stared out the dark window into the night and ran her fingers over her thigh.

“The Awakening Society was created by my great-great-grandmother back in Prohibition times. She was a ‘kept woman’, and it chafed. She thought that if the women at home could take better care of their men, they’d have better home lives. So she taught a group of women what the men wanted. And things did improve. Then the women had the idea to teach the young boys before they became men. The Awakening Society was created to teach those men what was expected by Southern women before they were ruined by their peers with whoring and drink.”

Harrison was fascinated. “So, your family started it?”

“Yes, a hundred and some years ago. There are a few other branches across the South, but in Savannah, the Society will end with me. And you.”

“Why do you say that?”

A frown wrinkled her brow and she looked down, letting her long hair shield her face. “Well, Harrison, I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I believe I’ve done a good job over the years, but I can’t have children. So, there’s no one to carry on the heritage. Besides, I want something different for my future. I want to travel, and find a man to settle down with someday. Can you imagine trying to explain the Society to a man you were in love with?”

That was understandable. “So, how often do you…” he made a motion at them.

“Bring a young man over? You’re the first, and last, this year. That’s another reason for the Society to fade into obscurity. Very few people actually remember the Society and its purposes - only the very oldest of families.” She looked at him pointedly.

The Walker family was one of the oldest in the area. He could trace his ancestry back hundreds of years.

Harrison wondered what she did to support herself. The antiques surrounding him were valuable, and the big old walk-up house was well-kept. That much even he could see. Did she take money to do this?

Those eyes narrowed in humor as she seemed to read his mind. “I run a digital real estate company for the Savannah area. It enables me to be flexible, so to speak, when I need my evenings free. I don’t take money from the Society.”

He had no idea what a digital realtor did, but it sounded like it paid well, so he left it at that. The fact that she wasn’t a paid… entertainer eased his mind. She was watching him patiently, waiting for more questions, and he had to wonder how this was going to affect her.

“Well, if this is your last ‘Awakening’, what can I do to make it more memorable for you?”

Tonya’s pretty brown eyes saddened for a brief second before she laughed. “Oh, Harrison. You’ve already made it memorable. Thank you for thinking of me though.” Her gaze lowered, and he felt it land on his semi-erect cock. “Now, if you don’t have any more questions, let’s move on. Come here.”

She sat up on the couch and motioned him forward. Gulping, he forced his bare feet to move across the cold floor. Blood started heading to his groin just from the thought of being close to her. To her mouth specifically. In his mind he could see her wrap her red lips around him. His cock liked the thought, and rose to point directly at her mouth.

Tonya looked up at him. “Do you have something in mind, Harrison? Now is the time to tell me.”

His heartbeat accelerated to the point that he thought it was going to pound out of his chest. She knew what he wanted, but she was going to make him say it. “I’ve never, um...” Stopping, he reworded what wanted to come out of his mouth. “Tonya, I would love to see your beautiful lips wrapped around my penis.”

Appreciation showed in her eyes at the compliment. Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his cock, then licked gently up the underside of the head.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “You taste wonderful.” Widening her mouth, she enveloped him in delicious heat and used her tongue to tease the sensitive rim. Then she opened her mouth wide and took him even deeper. Once, twice, she glided her mouth down the length of him, then back up. His hips rocked, instinctively, and he clenched his hands. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good. Shivers danced down his spine and it was all he could do not to reach out, hold her head, and slam his dick into her mouth. Exactly what a Southern gentleman should not do. She seemed to sense his desperation because she pulled away.

“Harrison,” she said quietly.

He blinked down at her and tried to memorize the scene, her dainty tongue licking his skin. “Yes, ma-Tonya?”

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to bind you, now. Follow me.”

She stood up and dropped her robe onto the settee, almost destroying his sanity as she turned and drifted to the doorway of the bedroom. Her ass cheeks peeked at him from beneath the little skirt, and he clenched his fists to keep from touching. The bed she led him to a bed only covered by a fitted sheet. Men’s silk ties lay at the top corners of the mattress. He’d never even considered sex like that, with the woman totally in control, but a frantic thrill rolled through him. With Tonya guiding him, he’d try anything.

“Lie down.”

Not caring if he looked too eager, he lowered himself onto the bed, positioning his arms spread eagle. Quickly and efficiently, she tied his right wrist, and then leaned over him to tie his left. Her breasts swayed in his face as she worked, and he couldn’t help but reach out to taste a nipple with his tongue. Tonya hesitated above him to give him a chance to do what he wanted. He suckled her gently and the dark nipple hardened in his mouth. She moaned and pressed against him slightly.

“That’s very nice, Harrison. A woman’s breasts can be sensitive enough that careful attention can actually send her into orgasm.”

His cock twitched and his mouth watered for more. But she pulled away to stand by the bedside. Tugging experimentally, he realized he could probably pull his wrists away from the restraints.

“They’re not meant to hold you forever. Just for a little while. Now, watch and learn.”

High heels were kicked aside and he was surprised when she lifted her right foot to rest on the edge of the mattress, almost directly at eye level. Her hands drifted down her torso, under the little skirt and to the crotch of the teddy. She tugged, and he heard snaps release. Then he couldn’t think at all because she peeled the white teddy up over her head, exposing a tiny strip of black hair at her pussy, and tan skin across her smooth belly and heavy breasts. Every man’s wet dream. Fuck! Desperately, he closed his eyes to fight off his orgasm. The iron headboard creaked as he tugged sharply on the ties. He breathed deeply, eyes closed, for several seconds before he trusted himself enough not to come as soon as he saw her. When he opened his eyes, Tonya had her finger between the lips of her pussy. She held the finger up in front of him, and it glistened with moisture.

“When you get a woman wet like this, it means she’s aroused.”