Chapter 2: Blackmail

I walked out of my bathroom after a long shower to remove the shock from my mind. The warm water was all I needed to calm me down. I was feeling quite refreshed now and not thinking too much about what happened. As I walked towards my closet, I caught a glimpse of myself on the stand up mirror. I stopped and gazed for awhile and admired myself. There looking back at me was a woman, a very youthful and vibrant looking woman. Her white towel was wrapped around her body just covering her breasts down to her thighs. Another towel was wrapped like a turban in her head. She looked quite angelic. I turned a little to the side and bent a knee up a bit, just enough to show my slender legs. I have always been quite attractive and people would often call me snow white because of my white skin and dark hair. I smiled at the image in the mirror. But a lonely feeling overcame my senses. Despite how I see myself, I have never had any real luck when it comes to love.

I sat down on the bed while still gazing at the mirror. "I've never really been with a man for more than a year now," I thought longingly. I gently closed my eyes as images of the teen standing in front of me flashed in my mind. I lifted my head up and gently caressed my throat. I could still feel his cock in my mouth. The way he smells still lingers even after the shower; he smelled so good. The warm taste of his salty, bitter cum still trails down my throat. Everything happened so quickly earlier that I haven't really had the chance to feel anything. It's only now that my thoughts have caught up with me.

I slowly remembered how his cock felt in my mouth as it gently moved in and out. Several times he had pushed his cock to the sides so that my cheek bulged. My tongue involuntarily moved to caress underneath his cock as he rammed it to my throat. The feeling is so intense that I slowly found myself rubbing my breasts through my towel. I can still see the lust he had on his face as he rammed his cock in my mouth. Yet he still seemed very gentle. My breathing was now becoming quite shallow as I remembered everything happening. My nipples hardened when it rubbed on the fabric. And my hand was slowly stroking my legs. I was already burning at this point.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself on the mirror again. I removed the towel on my head to let my hair down. The lust of the woman I saw in front of me was something I had never known I had. I watched her as she slid her hand inside her towel and slowly caressed her breasts. Gently, I massaged my left breast, feeling my fingers as they grabbed tighter.

I lied down on my back while I continued playing with my nipples, ever so slightly pinching it. I raised my knees and opened my legs. My pussy was becoming quite wet now. I undid my towel and slowly lowered my right hand down to my tummy, then to my pubic hair. I stroked the sides of my pussy feeling its warmth. My pubic hair had always been very light; I gently laid my palm on top to better feel my clit.

I was on fire now and I imagined the teen on top of me. My legs were wide open, inviting him to enter me. I inserted my finger and imagined how his cock would have felt. I fingered myself at a frantic pace. The juices were covering my finger and the friction inside me was building up. I can imagine his breath on my face while he pumped on top of me, his cock rubbing inside my pussy. "Oh god," I thought. "He feels so good inside of me."

I started to feel my orgasm building up so I quickened the pace of my fingers. Ah ... I'm almost cumming now. It's really building up inside me.

My thoughts suddenly went blank as my juices flowed out of my pussy like there was no stopping it. When the last waves were over, thoughts of the teen flowed in my mind as I slowly drifted to sleep.

I was awakened by the aroma of coffee being brewed by my roommate. I was so knocked out last night that I wasn't able to put anything on before I slept. And it felt great. My energy was so high this morning as it was probably the most relaxing sleep I had in months. I felt so sexy. I looked out the window and saw that it was already quite bright outside. I stood up with a big smile on my face. I brushed my hair a little and put on a robe for breakfast.

"Good morning," my roommate greeted as she handed me a cup of coffee. "What happened to you last night? We were waiting for you to arrive."

"Sorry about that," I replied. "I wasn't really feeling well so I just went home after my tutoring."

"Now that you mentioned it, someone dropped by earlier and handed me your purse," she said. "Said you forgot it when you left."

She then pointed to the table and there it was. I felt relieved; I wasn't sure how I was going to get my purse back. At least now, I didn't have to worry about it.

"Who brought it here by the way?" I inquired.

"I think it was your student. I asked if he wanted to speak with you but he said that he didn't want to wake you up." She replied. "And oh, he said that he had placed your fee inside your purse and that he wanted to thank you for your help in his project last night."

I was relieved. At least now, I wouldn't have to go back to get it. I'll just call them and tell them that I won't be able to tutor their son anymore.

I called the teen's mom later that day, I decided not to tell her what happened and just told her that I might not be able to tutor anymore. I can hear from her voice that she was really disappointed and asked if I can still tutor her son when he has special projects or major exams. I didn't want to disappoint her further so I just agreed timidly at her request. Although at the back of my mind, I knew that I might never go to their place again.

Everything went smoothly for the next couple of weeks. By this time I was once again starting to feel my finances or lack thereof. I just stared blankly at my computer screen. "I should really find myself another part time job," I thought. I was brought back to my senses when my phone vibrated. It was the teen's mom calling.

"Hello," I just asked absentmindedly.

"Kate," came the immediate and stern reply, "I'd like you to come tonight and help my son with his project. Can you be here at around 7?" She asked, but it sounded a lot more like a command.

"Yes ma'am, I have some plans for tonight, but I'll see what I can do." I said. I was lying of course I know I needed the money but I wasn't just ready yet to see the teen again. And yet strangely, the thought of seeing the teen again sent a fuzzy feeling throughout my body. It was as if I wanted to see him again. "I'll call you back before lunch," I said.

"Ok, let me know by then Kate," she said in her usual formal voice then hung up.

I gently put the phone down beside me and stared at the screen again. I closed my eyes and thought of the teen. The image was still as clear as day. I wanted to pound him for what he did, but strangely, I also felt a longing for him, like I wanted more. I just sat there for half an hour, staring, thinking, confused, longing; all happening at the same time.

I was about to shut the computer down when a new email arrived. It was from the teen. I was surprised because I never gave him my email address but didn't give it much thought.

To: kmarquez19@yahoo.com

Subject: details of my project

"I guess he does need help for his project," I thought. I opened the email and was completely shocked by what I saw.

There on the screen were 3 pictures of me. The first was of me wearing a red dress, looking straight at the camera and smiling. In the next, I was facing sideways, holding the teen's cock, leaning forward, my mouth open and my tongue about to lick the head of his cock. And in the third, I had his cock completely swallowed and my breasts were completely exposed.