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Cantaloupe
by Art Montage (address withheld)

***

I had always heard of how great sex is after an 
argument, unfortunately I had yet to experience the 
described wonder of that genre of love making but when 
it came it led me to wonder if this might be the last 
sex I was to have for a while. Little did I know that 
one day... that it would happen in the most unexpected 
way. (MF, reluc, intr)

***

For the last three years, I have been teaching English 
as a Second Language. I have had several students at 
various levels and for various lengths of time. Two 
years ago I had started working with Wu. He was Chinese 
and a project manager at a local car factory. He was a 
very intelligent man and probably had a vocabulary that 
surpassed mine, but he pronunciation needed some 
sharpening.

When I first started working with Wu he was alone, but 
soon his wife, Betty, moved to the US. Betty was a 
nickname, I'm not sure if I could pronounce her Chinese 
name. Like many Chinese students, she had taken an 
American name in English class and used it when she 
moved to here.

A combination of several things led to my working on 
Betty's English. The main reason was Wu would never be 
on time for our meetings. He always had one complication 
or another at the factory that needed attending. So 
while I waited for him, I would work with Betty. Like 
Wu, she had a very good understanding of written 
English, but on the other hand, her ability to use the 
language was at a much lower level. So our conversations 
called for many hand gestures, pictures drawn on a 
tablet and many facial expressions.

I didn't enjoy the fact that Wu was often late, but 
working with Betty was a pleasant compensation. She was 
eager to learn and attractive. For an Asian woman, she 
had large breasts. They were sphere like. Though I 
fantasized about those breasts quite often, I never let 
the thoughts go past my imagination.

I liked both Betty and Wu, but was always near ending 
our lessons. The fact that Wu was always late, made me 
wonder how long I would continue giving lessons. It 
wasn't that Wu was always late, it was also a case of 
never knowing when he would appear. He might be 10 
minutes late, or he might be two hours. I made a habit 
of leaving after 90 minutes. I knew eventually, I would 
need to put m foot down and say 'The end.' This would 
mean for both Wu and Betty. I couldn't envision Wu 
accepting my teaching his wife after dropping him.

One of the main frustrations with this ever changing 
schedule of Wu's was often Betty would have possession 
of the car. In the middle of our lesson Wu would call 
and Betty would leave for 30 minutes to pick up her 
husband, leaving me at their small apartment.

During the summer months Betty and Wu's apartment was 
often quite hot; something they didn't seem to mind, but 
I often left dripping with sweat. The part of China that 
Betty and Wu were from was also very hot, so they never 
seemed to notice that their apartment reached 
temperatures of what I would guess was in the 80's. They 
would wear shorts and light shirts (much to my delight 
in Betty's case), but never seemed to get hot.

The summer heat also seemed to raise the emotional 
tension. At the factory, the demand for new year models 
was high and Wu's schedule became even more erratic. 
Maybe the most unnerving aspect of this work pressure 
was displayed in conversations between Betty and Wu.

Repeatedly he would come home from work in a surly mood. 
He never took his frustrations out in conversation with 
me, though he was often surly, instead there would be 
tiffs between him and Betty. Since they argued in 
Chinese, I never knew what they were discussing and both 
professed that they weren't mad after the little 
outbursts.

After I had been working with Wu for six months, it was 
getting to the point where something needed to change. 
Several times I had told Wu that the lack of respect for 
my time was very frustrating. He told me he understood, 
though his apologies never seemed heartfelt. Betty on 
the other hand, was more compassionate. Unfortunately, 
she might have felt she seemed to have little influence 
over Wu when it came to his job.

All this came to a boiling point the first week in 
August. Betty and I were working had been working on 
pronunciation for the better part of an hour. As it is 
very often in teaching a language you, try to make 
learning as fun as possible. This is for both the 
student and the teacher. We were playing with words that 
end in 'lope.'

Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope 
in an envelope?

Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I 
were laughing each time one or the other made up another 
ludicrous image. Humor aside, this was also a learning 
experience. I have found that, unless an ESL student 
works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary 
doesn't include many foods that they eat every day. They 
will know how to say 'carrot' in Chinese, but not 
English.

Also, the more you play with words the more you learn 
about your student. In this case, Betty was learning 
what a cantaloupes was, but surprised me when she said, 
"The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the 
microscope." But the more I thought about it, I 
remembered Betty had studied biology, so it should be no 
surprise she knew what a 'microscope' was.

Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation. 
When Betty hung up she quietly said that Wu would be 
very late. When I asked her how long, she said she 
couldn't say.

I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was 
furious. I stood up, said I had to leave and left. A 
week later Wu called and told me Betty was wondering if 
I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was 
unfortunate, since Betty was the one who saw my anger 
and frustration.

I told Wu that I would not be back this week. I told him 
that I had some things to take care of which was true. I 
had not done my laundry in several weeks and decided I 
would cancel our lesson. In the same breath, I told him 
I would be over one week late.

I'm not sure what Wu thought, but we said good-bye and 
hung up. I think he was thinking I would also cancel the 
next week as well, that I had had enough, but was too 
polite to say so.

I wanted to let Betty know this was not the case so a 
couple days before our next lesson I called her at home 
and told her what we would be working on. I did this to 
let her know I planned to show up.

It was obvious Betty was glad to see me again when I 
arrived. She had done some shopping. On the table was a 
couple of cantaloupes, with a stuffed antelope perched 
over it, as though it was eating the melon. Like all the 
previous times, Betty made no apology for her husband.

We joked about the antelope and the cantaloupe and got 
out the work books. After working for 20 minutes, I had 
Betty take a break from the lesson. This was common 
practice in our routine. After we had warmed up, I would 
indulge Betty in some general conversation. Usually, it 
was a break for me, more than her. As she would look 
over her book, I would be able to catch glimpses of her 
breasts and after 20 minutes of this voyeurism I could 
no longer concentrate.

This time was a little different. I felt I needed to 
explain to her why I had left. That it was not her 
fault, instead she worried I would probably stop the 
lessons if it happened again. I also told her why I 
thought I could not only teach her. She nodded and said 
she understood.

This was a very frustrating situation for me. Since 
Betty was such a diligent student she was progressing 
very quickly. As a teacher, you understand that it is up 
to the student's wishes how fast they learn. 
Occasionally you can find a way to spark those desires, 
but mostly you hope the embers are burning already and 
all it takes is a little fanning to get the fire going.

It was mix of desires and emotions in the room as we 
talked. I really regretted the fact that I might have to 
end my lessons. But other things seemed to be going on. 
It was especially hot in the apartment and it seemed 
that Betty had her shirt unbuttoned an extra button, 
which really wasn't much since she often had her shirts 
completely button. As we talked, I noticed that heat had 
affected the cantaloupes. The cantaloupes were at peak 
ripeness and giving off a pungent aroma.

It's overly used cliché, but I was filled with desire, 
but unsure of which melons I wanted the most. The 
conversation had slipped into a lull and I suddenly 
realized we were saying nothing, but just smiling at 
each other like two seventh graders at the us stop. If 
Betty had been American and single I would have known 
what that moment meant, but since she was neither, I had 
no clue what she was thinking. I figured it must have 
been something like, "Why do Americans sweat so much."

When the phone rang I was grateful, since I had lost 
track of what to do next with Betty.

It was evident who was on the phone. Betty turned her 
head and spoke quietly into the telephone in Chinese; it 
was clear she was speaking to her husband.

I got up from the kitchen table that we held our lessons 
at, and sprawled out on the couch. I knew if Wu was done 
at work, he would need Betty to come pick him up since I 
had noticed their car in the parking lot. I wasn't too 
concern, and was thinking about taking a nap on the 
couch. Something I had gotten into the habit of doing 
when Betty picked up Wu. I couldn't get the smell of the 
cantaloupes out of my head and was wondering if Betty 
would mind me snacking on one while she was gone.

After the conversation, Betty came to the couch and 
kneeled down beside it. I started tensing up. As much as 
I knew it would happen, I dreaded it.

When she said, "Please don't go," I was a bit relieved. 
I thought that meant that she would pick up Wu and she 
didn't want me to leave while she was gone.

Then I felt her lay her hand on my thigh, just below the 
bottom of my shorts. I nearly jumped. It was as though 
she had pricked me with a needle. In six months of 
lessons, we had touched very little. Though we often sat 
next to each other, the contact was little more than the 
occasional brushing of shoulders. Adding to the head of 
the room, her hand seemed to burn my thigh.

"Wu, must work late," she said.

I couldn't explain how, but the expression on my face 
changed and Betty added (again), "Please don't go."

With the second comment, she slid her hand up the leg of 
my shorts. I was wearing boxers, so as her hand traveled 
it glided along my thigh, to my hip onto my penis.

For some reason it was as though I was in intensive 
care, with all my functions being monitored. I could 
feel the instant increase in my heart rate as it thumped 
against my sternum.

Her stealth-like hand moved to my penis before it could 
react, but once she touched me the reaction was radical.

I started to protest, "Betty..." but as her hand 
continued move and her name came out as an endearment.

I felt as though I was in a thunderstorm. Her actions 
were amazingly exciting, yet filled with sparks of 
danger. My fears of Wu walking in were quickly put aside 
when I realized his mode of transportation was at the 
apartment. Also, Betty's request for me not to leave 
meant that what she was doing was an apology for the 
fact that Wu would be very late.

***

Though I knew Wu would not be coming home to stop this 
action, my sense of morality could. I felt it wasn't 
right for me to be enjoying sexual pleasure from my 
student.

"Wu..." I started, but my thought trailed off when Betty 
wrapped her small hand around my penis.

Betty looked up at me, slide her hand out from my shorts 
and said, "Wu is at work. He will not come home."

She had taken my attempts to stop her actions, as worry 
that Wu would be coming home. Before I could clarify, 
she had grabbed the elastic of my shorts and began to 
pull them down. Though there was resistance in my mind, 
my hips lifted so she could slide off my shorts.

Once she had my shorts to my knees she placed her tongue 
at the top of my testicles and glided a path of salvia 
to the head of my penis. Again she gripped my shaft with 
her hand, her thumb placed under the head of my penis, 
using the saliva to break the friction as she rubbed her 
round digit against my erection.

So often had I envisioned a foray into physical pleasure 
with Betty, but now it was real and so different from my 
imagination, so much better. Never in my wildest 
fantasies had I believed Betty would be so adventurous 
and certainly not so aggressive My fantasies had themes 
of making love to an innocent flower from the East. Now 
I was sensing that it would be Betty making love to ME.

As she rubbed me with her thumb, she looked up for a 
reaction. With that my eyes rolled. I closed my eyes and 
let out a gentle moan of encouragement.

Betty slide her thumb down to the base of my penis, 
taking what was left into her mouth. The sensation and 
the fact I was realizing excitement I had only imagined 
had my toes curled and my back arched. Betty's reaction 
was to focus her tongue where her thumb had been tipping 
the scales into an orgasm.

As I let out a long groan, Betty took her hand and 
clamped down on my penis, with her thumb secured at the 
base. This did not stop my orgasm, but restrained the 
sperm. As my penis twitched, she continued to massage my 
penis with her tongue.

With the ending of my orgasm, Betty released my penis 
and unbuttoned my shirt. She stood up and pulled at my 
arms to do likewise. Once I was on my feet I kissed her 
with a soft delicate kiss and firmly embraced her. My 
penis glanced against the fabric of her shorts, sending 
a shiver through my body. Betty broke our embrace and 
threw the cushions off the couch. I realized what she 
was doing; in a small apartment, the couch was also the 
bed. I took over unfolding the couch and Betty opened 
the drawer on the stand next to the couch. She set a 
condom on the arm of the couch.

I grabbed the waist of her shorts and undid the button 
and unzipped her pants.

While doing this, I began to kiss her. Stopping our kiss 
for a moment I pushed down her shorts. Her panties 
rolled up as the passed by her round hips.

I lifted Betty's shirt and began kissing her belly. As I 
was doing this, working my way near and around her dark 
swatch of hair above her clit, she removed her shirt and 
bra.

I stood up and kissed her mouth once again, this time 
deeper, with my tongue searching for hers. I lifted her 
up, pulling her face to mine, and she wrapped her legs 
around my waist. We kissed in that position for a while, 
lingering and discovering each other's nuances.

I moved to the couch, now a bed, and in this position 
Betty could move her legs and stand on the bed. I 
stepped back so I could remove my shorts and take off my 
shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my 
shoes. Betty bent over and wrapped herself over my 
shoulders, kissing my neck.

My penis had stirred into a near erect position and when 
I turned to Betty she grasped at it; allowing it to slip 
out of her grasp in a sensual release. I pushed her back 
onto her back and as her head turned, with her eyes 
looking for the condom, I gently bite her hip bone. She 
winced and I began a pilgrimage that would rendezvous my 
tongue and her clitoris.

Once at the pagoda that housed her clit, I slid the ends 
of my thumbs into her vagina, parting the lips for 
easier access. I flirted and tease my tongue against her 
clitoris. Varying the rhythm I would build tension in 
her thighs and then stop, causing her to push her hips 
toward me and to clutch at my hair. When I would stop I 
would dive my tongue into her vagina or touch the curve 
of her ass, sliding my tongue across her pussy lips to 
her clit.

By now, we were both coated in sweat. I realized I had 
brought her to the brink of an orgasm several times and 
it was the time to zero in. I increased the pressure of 
my tongue and just pounded out a throbbing beat against 
her knob. She was whispering encouragement, but in 
Chinese so I was unsure what she was saying, but I knew 
I was meeting her wishes and plotted ahead.

Betty tensed her hips, lifting them several inches off 
the bed, holding herself in the position for a few 
seconds as I continued to tongue her. Then with a small 
squeal she totally let go, with her hips dropping to the 
bed. Her body squirmed every so slightly and when my 
tongue found her clit. I sensed a throbbing and could 
tell she was at a point where I could trigger another 
orgasm with only a few light licks against her clit. I 
was able to bring her off three more times this way.

***

I crawled up next to her, kissed her and laid back to 
rest. After a few moments I asked, "Did you like that?"

Twice she started to answer, but couldn't find the 
English words to respond. Without words, she began to 
respond physically. Her hands began at my nipples. 
Playing with one, then the other.

She continued to play with my nipples, as she rolled her 
body, eventually she lifted her leg over me and was 
straddling my stomach. I could feel some of her juices 
ooze against my belly and she ran her hands through my 
chest hair. Her hands came to my cheeks. Framing my face 
with her small hands she kissed me. As she did that, I 
could feel her hips begin to pivot and realized she was 
humping my stomach.

Betty broke our kiss and moved her hands above my head 
so her tits were suspended before my face. She continued 
to rock her pelvis against me as I licked and nibbled on 
her nipples. I had placed my hands on her lower back 
holding and pushing her as she bumped and grinded her 
hips into me. While she was humping me, she moved her 
hips lower and lower toward my penis, until I could no 
longer reach her tits with my mouth.

Her crotch was beginning to bump against my resurrected 
penis. Her small frame was not down far enough to slide 
my penis in her, but her lips had connected with mine 
again. She stopped her hips as our tongues played tag in 
each of our mouths. Betty broke our kiss and kissed my 
eyelids then reached for the condom.

Once she found it on the side of the sofa bed she 
squatted past my penis finding a seat on my thighs. She 
gripped my penis in her fist, sliding her hand up and 
down. While doing this, she looked at me with a leer.

"Penis," I told her.

"Pee-nus?" She tried to repeat, but didn't seem to 
understand what I was saying.

I looked down at my penis and tapped the head that was 
protruding out of her grip.

"This is a penis," I explained.

Betty had a bit of a confused look on her face.

"I thought this was cock?" She asked, explaining her 
confusion. She continued to stroke her hand up and down 
as she said this.

"Yes, it is called a cock as well," I smiled and told 
her.

Again a naught grin appeared on her face, and she said, 
"I want to take your cock." Then she release my cock and 
opened the condom package. She unrolled some of the 
condom in her hand and then placed it on my penis, 
unrolling it the rest of the way down my shaft.

She then crawled forward. With her pussy over my cock, 
she put her left hand on my shoulder for balance and 
with her right hand she directed me into her.

Betty rocked her hips up and down my penis then asked, 
"You like?"

I looked up at her smiling... I more than liked it. I 
grabbed her waist and pulled her down on me as I lifted 
up my hips.

"Yes, I like very much," I assured her and continued to 
pump into her as her breasts jiggled before me. "Do you 
like?"

She smiled and her face should some subtle 
embarrassment, not about the question, but for her 
answer: "I like very much your cock in me."

She laid on my chest and we continued to thrust our hips 
into each other.

After we had been vigorously humping like animals for 
five minutes, Betty lifted her body so she could move 
her hand back to my penis. I stopped my strokes, 
thinking she wanted to change positions.

Grabbing the base of my penis, she continued to pushed 
her hips down on me. With her hand gripping my penis 
only my head was sliding in and out of Betty. The 
sensation was amazing and from the sounds that she began 
to make this was rattling a few dishes n Betty's orgasm 
cabinet.

Betty began to whisper softly in Chinese and I could no 
longer refrain. She must have felt the sperm pumping 
into her. Unlike the last time she let this orgasm flow 
out of me. As my orgasm poured out of me, Betty clamped 
her teeth into my chest. Her bite would leave me marked 
for several days; making a smile to appear on my face 
each time I saw it in the mirror.

Throughout my orgasm and the biting, she did not miss a 
beat. She continued to grind her pussy down on me, 
eventually causing her to tense as solid as a ceramic 
tea cup, then releasing to softness.

My thoughts drifted as though I was dreaming. I longed 
to just lie with Betty, but I knew if I remained on the 
bed listening to her gentle purring, I would soon be 
asleep. I knew the telephone would eventually ring and I 
didn't want this fantasy to end... yet.

***

"That was wonderful," I whispered.

It was the kind of wonderful that when you say 
'wonderful' you only wish there was a more powerful word 
to express the sentiment. You wish that, and hope it 
will happen again.

My penis softened and I pushed Betty's hips up. She held 
the condom against my penis so it would slide out of 
her, as I did. Betty rolled beside me and curled up 
against me. I kissed the top of her head, her forehead 
and then her lips. A passionate kiss that explained how 
much I had enjoyed our lovemaking so far. A kiss that 
hints at a desire for more. I put my arms around her and 
we hugged tightly.

END

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