Seducing Stefan

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Stefan was a first-year violin student referred to me by my professor. A rather average posh kid of limited talent, he was only admitted into the conservatory because his father had called in a favour from a brother in-law who happened to be on friendly terms with the head of one of the departments. That aside, he was actually an altogether agreeable young man and, as different as we were, I sympathised with him. He couldn’t help the fact that he was being forced into a career he had no passion for, and I resolved to do my utmost to help him in whatever way I could.Owing to his bashful nature and lack of interest when it came to music, he did not get on well with the other students in his year and I became his closest friend by default. This, I believe, provided him with the necessary motivation to work harder. To use the word “transformed” would be going too far, but after a few weeks under my supervision his playing had significantly improved.It was my third year at university and everything was going swimmingly apart from my love life. Nearly six months had passed since I’d been home to see my lovely Katharina and I missed her terribly. The hands and mouths of the young women I tutored provided me with some release, but truth be told their attentions were a poor substitute. The fact that another girl, the unattainable Lena, seemed to be on my mind more than ever before did not help matters either. It had been ages since her last letter and I would lie awake at night thinking about her, wondering whether she was happy with the young man she had chosen and, inevitably, lusting after her. I doubt my cock ever saw more attention from my hand than it did that year but by now I was living in an all-male dormitory and sharing a room with an amicable young man who, fortunately for us both, was a heavy sleeper.“That’s enough for today, I think,” I said to Stefan, forcing a smile. I offered him a few words of sincere praise as he set down his bow and closed up his notes. It was a particularly hot September afternoon and I was feeling tired and frustrated but trying hard not to let it show. “Coffee?” he offered politely as he ran a cloth over the neck of his fiddle. I pulled out my watch and glanced at it before nodding. “Thanks.”His countenance brightened at the prospect of spending some ‘non-student time’ with me and he had plenty of things lined up to talk about, starting with an array of questions about my professors and coursework, which would someday be his professors and coursework. I had only positive answers for him and he responded with particular interest when I regaled him with tales of my own first year. No doubt our little chats helped to ease some of his worries with regard to his future at the conservatoryThere was an edge of desperation in his voice that afternoon; an eagerness in the way he spoke that signalled just how rarely he got to exchange thoughts and opinions with others. It would have been overly hasty of me to assume that he didn’t have anyone else to talk to, but a part of me couldn’t help wondering whether this was indeed the case. He never spoke of his father, which led me to deduce that there wasn’t much of a relationship of which to speak, nor did he have an older brother he could turn to for guidance. This lack came across each time he awkwardly appealed to me for advice and my heart went out to him.At one point I sensed him wanting to broach the much more stimulating topic of the opposite sex, but he was well-mannered enough to respect that my seniority, albeit marginal, left the direction of our conversation solely up to me. I waited for him to fetch us isvecbahis a fresh pot of Meinl before indulging him.“So what do you think of the girls in your year?” He poured with great care, considering the question before answering. “They’re alright, I suppose. A few of them seem older than they really are. They dress oddly. It’s as if they can’t wait to become their mothers.” I chuckled at this startlingly insightful response. “Yes, I know what you mean. They’re just eager to be looked upon as adults, that’s all. Most of them will grow out of it by the end of second term.” “That’s comforting to know,” Stefan replied with a smile.I inhaled the steam from my coffee before looking over at him conspiratorially. “Just between us, have you got your eye on anyone in particular?” His smile broadened. “Hmm… do you know Maria Ulster?” I did. “Second year clarinet, right?” He nodded. “She’s nice,” I offered appreciatively. “Do you really think so?” Flattered by the amount of stock he put in my opinion, I assured him that I found the young lady in question very attractive indeed. Convinced of my approval, he relaxed somewhat and proceeded to discuss her further. From the way he spoke I could tell he was more smitten than he let on. It was actually rather sweet how he made a point of stressing her musical talent in order to sell her to me.“She’s certainly gifted,” I agreed. “And very pretty. You have good taste.” Stefan leaned back into his chair, looking relieved and utterly content. “Thank you,” he said in a vain attempt to sound casual. “Have you spoken to her?” “A couple of times. I don’t often get the chance to see her.” “I’ll put in a word for you. Her sister is a good friend of mine.” “Would you really?” he asked, a look of joy spreading across his boyish face. “Sure,” I replied with a warm little grin before sipping my coffee.It was at about that point the conversation that I began to entertain the notion of seducing him. Call it frustration, curiosity, hormones, a wicked mind, boredom or all of the above. Something about the way he looked that day, the graceful ease with which his hands moved when he gestured, the gentle rise and fall of his voice struck me as charming and it suddenly occurred to me that I could have more from this boy if I wanted to. And naturally my immediate response to that thought was that I did want more. Indeed the very prospect set my heart racing, a truly enthralling sensation I had not felt for some time. At first I just wanted to see how far I could take things. To have a bit of fun. Soon, however, I gave in to my baser, more honest desires and before it had even begun the harmless game quickly escalated into a serious wager with myself. The side of me that scoffed and said I couldn’t possibly do it versus the side that said oh yes, I most definitely could. I had lured girls into doing all manner of things that went against their principles and upbringing. Why not this young man? The challenge intrigued me and I happily accepted it. “Have you ever been with a girl?” I asked, perhaps a tad unceremoniously. “Pardon?” “I said ‘have you ever fucked a girl?’” After a startled pause Stefan’s eyes turned downward and he shook his head. He really was quite attractive when he was embarrassed. Why I hadn’t seen it before I could not say, but now I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him. “Waiting for marriage, are you?” “I suppose so,” he replied timidly.“That’s admirable,” I said in the least judgemental tone I could conjure up and let the words sink in before assuming an air of superiority. “Mind you, I could never wait until my wedding night. I’m much too weak.” isveçbahis giriş Stefan perked up but his reaction was hardly one of surprise. It was almost as if he had expected me to say that. Evidently word of my exploits had reached the ears of first-year students as well. He looked as though a hundred questions were racing around in his mind, none of which were appropriate to ask.“You’re supposed to act shocked,” I teased, pouring myself another cup of coffee. He blinked and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably before it dawned on him that I was just being playful. “It’s ok,” I grinned. “I’m aware of my reputation and I’m not ashamed of it.” Stefan tentatively returned my grin, which pleased me. After a moment’s hesitation he spoke.“May I ask you something?” “Of course.” Leaning forward in his chair and shyly biting his lower lip he said, “Is it true you sleep with a different girl every night?” There was a mixture of trepidation and awe in his voice, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the question. It is one thing to know you’re being talked about and quite another to hear exactly what’s being said about you. “Hardly,” I replied with genuine amusement. “I haven’t had sex in ages.” “Rumour has it that you only tutor pretty girls. I thought…” I shook my head lightly. “I’ve never had sex with any of my students.” He seemed genuinely perplexed at this and, seeing how eager he was to hear more, I proceeded to clarify.“I’ve been intimate with some of them, yes. And some flirtations have gone farther than others; but never so far as lovemaking. There’s plenty of fun to be had without going all the way.” It looked as though he had just about grasped what I meant, though his face still retained an expression of disbelief.“Sex is the most incredible thing in the world, Stefan. Take my word for it. But like all good things in life it comes at a price. There are… responsibilities involved.” “Fathering a child, you mean?” he chimed in. “Precisely. Which is why it’s so sensible of you to wait.” Stefan looked ready to argue this point but stopped himself abruptly. I smiled at this show of upper middle class courtesy and posed his question for him.“So why didn’t I wait, right?”He cocked his head and looked at me expectantly. With a little sigh I carefully selected my words.“I had the good fortune to win the favour of an experienced woman who took this responsibility from me. She was unable to bear children.”My captive audience of one sat perched on the edge of his seat and I went on.“She was a great deal older than me. Extremely cultured, intelligent. Absolutely stunning. Long auburn hair, full red lips, the face of an angel. And her body… The gods were truly generous when they made her,” I said, giving him a moment to savour the picture I had painted for him.“Fate smiled on me the day I met her. She was my first lover and she taught me so many invaluable lessons…about women, sex, life and myself. She took me under her wing and introduced me to delights I had never dreamed of. In doing so, she showed me how to give pleasure and how to be a good lover. Her patient hand helped to shape me into what I am today. I am and will always be a product of her instruction.”At that I stopped to gather my thoughts and take another sip from the blue porcelain cup I had been cradling in my hands throughout my narrative. The tepid liquid tasted bland but refreshed me nonetheless. Placing it on the table, my gaze strayed back to Stefan , who was sporting a most evident erection. He made no attempt to hide it, but only because he was so engrossed in what I was sharing with him. I took isveçbahis yeni giriş special care not to focus on it and continued.“As I said, I was lucky. Not many young men are ushered into manhood the way I was. Half of the boys at the halls of residence have been down to the red light district at one time or another.”This intrigued him. His curiosity was written all over his face and after a considerable pause he ventured to ask as tactfully as he possibly could, “And you? Have you ever been there?” I gave him an ambiguous look and left his imagination to flounder a while before continuing.“We all have needs. Some men are careless and end up married to girls they only intended to spend the night with.”“Right…” Stefan attempted to respond knowingly, though he was plainly struggling to take in what he was being told and hadn’t the slightest clue how to react. It had been so long since I’d associated with a non-libertine, I’d forgotten there still existed people my age who were pure of mind and body. But this boy was simply too comely for virginity. What an injustice that his shyness–mistaken by others as arrogance, no doubt–kept him from sampling the sweetest fruits life has to offer. And yet on the other hand I was titillated by the prospect of being the one to introduce him to the ways of the flesh. His inexperience would render seduction all too easy. Growing ever more anxious to claim my victory, I took it upon myself to enlighten him further.”Chaps who don’t want the hassle of responsibility go to prostitutes,” I concluded, taking my cup in both hands and settling back into my seat. A couple of seconds passed before I gave Stefan a discernibly challenging look. “Or have it off with each other.”His eyes widened and he leaned forward so far he nearly fell off the edge of his chair. “Are you serious?” he asked in a hushed voice. “Mm,” I nodded, finishing my now cold coffee. He stared off at the wall for a minute, processing this startling new piece of information. Then he grinned faintly, as if he’d reached a conclusion of some sort.“But… how?” he asked with narrowed eyes, his voice barely audible. Oh Christ, I thought with an inward sigh before swiftly reproaching myself, remembering that I, too, had once been ignorant of such things. Contrary to my initial assumption, seducing this boy would require more tact and patience than I was currently in the mood to offer, but one glance at his angelic face and my hormones kicked in, assuring me that the rewards would be well worth the effort.“It’s simple,” I replied nonchalantly. “One assumes the role of the girl and the other…well… takes the lead .”I intentionally kept it vague in hopes that he would work it out for himself but I knew I would inevitably have to resort to more vulgar terms. Not at all surprisingly, he shook his head. “But physically… I just don’t see how .”Moment of truth. My success was riding on my choice of words and how confidently I delivered them. With the coolness of a specialist I gave him the clinical reply. “It’s exactly the same as regular intercourse, only instead of vaginal penetration it’s done anally.”Stefan looked shocked but my description obviously caused something to click into place in his mind and the confusion in his face gave way to unease; the sort that comes with hearing some deeply unsettling truth for the very first time.“You find the idea abhorrent?” I goaded, my tone coming across as that of an adult addressing a child.He seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to speak. If he and I were equals he would undoubtedly have had plenty to say, but he knew better than to profess an opinion about such a tricky issue; especially when faced with the prospect that his views might run counter to mine.I was certain that he felt uncomfortable and that a part of him wanted nothing more than for me to drop the subject.

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