Extra Credit

Tuesday’s Lesson

Most of Spike’s day before English had been spent in anxious anticipation of what would happen when fourth period rolled around. The sight of Rarity’s breasts cupped by a bra, an image of unashamed perfection, had burned into his eyes and made it impossible to concentrate on his classes for the day. He remembered taking notes and seeing one teacher put on a video, but he couldn’t remember details.

Once English had actually begun, Spike’s behavior was a complete reversal of his norm. He found himself keeping his eyes on the textbook or his binder as he took notes and read along with the lesson. Whenever Rarity so much as turned towards him, Spike made sure he was looking at his desk. Even when she wasn’t looking his way, he tried to keep from looking at her. She was as beautiful as ever – a pale teal blouse, blue pencil skirt, luscious violet hair tied up in a bun, scarlet glasses on her nose.

And every time he glanced at her, his eyes zeroed in on her chest and filled in the fantasy of her buttons snapping and her breasts popping out to say “Hello”, jiggling in the confines of a black bra.

She was truly confusing. She had let Spike look at her tits and ordered him to jerk off to them. But then she hadn’t let him touch her and had seemed disappointed in what he had done. Spike rationalized she had to have some sort of sexual interest in him – she absolutely wouldn’t have done this otherwise – but he couldn’t figure out the reason for her mixed signals. In the back of his mind he wondered if his fellow students knew what had happened yesterday and what could possibly happen within the hour once their lesson had ended. Did she have the same concern? Was she perhaps ashamed?

The ring of the school bell snapped Spike out of his thoughts and up from his binder in time to see Rarity close her textbook. “Well, that’s all for today. If you didn’t read the introductory to the chapter yesterday and weren’t paying attention today, you are now officially behind. Read it tonight, along with the subsequent materials up to the first review quiz. We’ll do it together in-class tomorrow.”

Spike stayed seated as the rest of the class left, Rarity holding the door for them to smile and nod in response to their farewells. Once they were gone she closed the door behind her, paused for a moment, and then twisted the door lock. Spike kept his eyes pointed down until the blue fabric of her skirt came into his field of view.

“Spike.”

He slowly raised his head to look up Rarity.

“Did you complete the questions you missed?”

“Yes, Ms. Belle – er, Rarity.” He pulled a sheet of paper from his binder and held it up to her.

Rarity took the paper, moved behind her desk, and sat down. She opened her marking book and began reading over Spike’s answers, her red pen moving over his paper. She paused and frowned, putting a nail on a line. “What is this word you meant here? ‘Piosity’?”

“How pious they were. Like, religious faith and that.”

“The proper adjective for pious is ‘piousness’, ‘piosity’ is not a word. I’ll give you a half-mark for the error, you otherwise have the thought behind your answer right.”

“Sorry.” Spike shuffled in his seat as Rarity continued her marking. When she was done she penned something in her mark book, closed it, and gave Spike a smile.

“Very well done, Spike. Seventeen and a half out of twenty. It would have been eighteen had you known that word.”

“Cool.” Spike returned her smile, hoping it didn’t betray his nervousness even as he knew it would.

“Here you are.” Rarity held the paper up. Spike stood up and walked forward to take hold of it. “And your other assignment, that was also completed?” Rarity asked.

Spike nodded. “Yeah.”

“Read it to me.”

Spike began to exclaim in surprise but caught himself – this was hardly the most surprising thing she had asked of him lately. He turned and reached into his binder to grab a second paper. When he turned forward he looked at Rarity for a moment before lowering his eyes to the paper.

“I’m showering when I see a shadow on the curtain. I watch it get pulled back to reveal Ms. Belle, nude. She’s… gorgeous.” Spike swallowed. “She doesn’t say a thing. She steps into the shower with me and pulls the curtain shut. I grab her ass and pull her against me.” He glanced up at Rarity and saw her watching him, her face passive. She nodded and gave a small wave of her hand.

“I-I kiss her, tongue in her mouth. I can feel her tits squished against my chest and my dick is rubbing against her stomach. I back her up against the wall and stop kissing her so I can reach down, grab her thighs, and pull her up and thrust into her. Rarity moans as I pound her against the shower wall, her tits bouncing over my face.”

Spike shifted on his feet; reading his perverse writing had made him hard as a rock, and he was sure Rarity could see it. He didn’t look up at her this time, he simply swallowed and continued. “When I can’t hold her up anymore, I let her feet down and turn her around. She braces her hands on the shower wall and I thrust into her from behind. I bite on her neck and hear her gasp. I can feel her ass smacking as I pound into her, see her hands sprayed on the tile, hear her moan and mewl. I feel her clench and she calls out my name as she cums, and I let myself go inside her.”

His tale finished, Spike lowered his paper and kept his eyes down.

“Look at me, Spike.”

Spike reluctantly raised his head to see Rarity looking at him, her eyes calm behind her glasses, her hands folded under her chin.

“Do you know what it means to be a ‘generous lover’?” she asked. Spike shook his head. Rarity nodded. “A generous lover is one who focuses their efforts on the pleasures of their partner without regard for their own pleasure. It is engaging in acts they will enjoy even if it brings no pleasure to you, and not minding that.”

She gave a small frown. “You, Spike, are not a generous lover. Just the opposite, you are a selfish lover. Your fantasy contained no foreplay, no instance of speech between us, and no act on your part to pleasure me: you simply kissed me and sheathed yourself inside me to enjoy yourself.”

“Oh.” Spike felt stupid for not having a longer response.

“It’s an unfortunate trend for men to be selfish lovers. I’m sure it is no great revelation to point out to you that men often objectify women, yes?” Spike nodded, and Rarity continued. “They view women as objects of lust, vessels to help them achieve climax without care for if she does the same. Of course, not all men think that way, but many do. You are one of them.”

“I’m sorry.” Spike felt his face heat and swallowed heavily.

“I’ll not say ‘that’s alright’ or some such, because it isn’t. However, I will say that you should not feel guilt or shame for it. You’re yet a young man, Spike, still shaping his views on relationships and sexuality.” She hesitated for a moment. “To put this gently – I am not angry at you for lusting for me selfishly, because you don’t yet know any better.”

“Okay. I… ‘kay.”

Rarity sat back in her chair and gave a small smile. “It is important that you develop healthy attitudes on sex and sexuality, especially at this developmental stage of your life. And that is what our work is going to be, Spike. I am going to teach you to be a generous lover. To respect your partner as you would expect her to respect you, so you may both enjoy having sex more than if you were each selfish and cared only for your own pleasures.”

Spike nodded again.

“You’ve done a lot of affirmations of what I’ve said. I want you to respond more eloquently, now.” Rarity put her elbows on the arms of her chair to clasp her hands over her blouse.

“Well… I see what you mean. I think. It makes sense.” Spike licked his lips. “I mean, it’s nothing new to hear about how I should respect women and all that. But I never really thought I didn’t respect them.”

“I by no means think you are a sexist, Spike, so you don’t need to worry about that. You get along quite well with your female classmates and I have heard no complaints about you from my fellow teachers.” She gave a small wink. “Occasional ogling aside.” Spike blushed again.

Rarity became more serious again. “That said, I think it’s a common thing to have difficulty reconciling the ideas of respecting a woman as more than a sex object, and not repressing one’s sexual desires for her. Society in general widely holds the view that one’s sexuality is something to be repressed and ashamed of. I’m sure you can recognize that I do not share that view.” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “However, I’m not an expert on such things and it isn’t entirely relevant to our personal discussions here, so I shall digress no further.”

“You seem to understand it, though,” Spike noted. “Like, you know this stuff pretty well.”

“The Health and Sexual Education instructor, Ms. Breeze, is a dear friend of mine. She often relates such topics to me when I discuss my relationships with her. But that is something you need not concern yourself with.” Rarity bowed her head. “As I said, our goal is to teach you to be a generous lover and in doing so develop healthy attitudes towards sex and sexuality, both in how you view yourself and how you view women.”

“And how are we going to do that?”

“A reward system.” Rarity slowly stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of Spike. She leaned back, hands on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the knees. She looked down at Spike with a smile. “You desire me, Spike. I am willing to make those desires a reality for you. But if you want to have me, you are going to have to earn me.” She gave a small chuckle. “Think of it as a quest to win your lady fair, sir knight.”

Spike let his eyes rake up over Rarity’s body until he got to her face. He felt himself get hard again. “You really mean that? You’d let me fu—” He caught himself, remembering Rarity’s distaste for the word. “If I prove myself, and impress you, and earn it… you’d have sex with me.”

Rarity leaned forward, her smile widening. Spike could have sworn her lips were glowing ruby red as she opened her mouth.

“Yes.”

His cock immediately grew rock hard under his desk.

Rarity gestured her head up. “Stand up and come here.” She put a hand out to point at the floor in front of her.

Spike stood and slowly stepped up to the front of the desks. Rarity reached up and methodically took off her glasses, snapped the arms shut, and lay them on her desk. She reached up to her hair, removed the needle holding the bun in place, and shook her hair out. Deep violet strands cascaded down her back, the ends curling up.

She hadn’t broken eye contact with Spike the entire time.

Rarity tilted her head up, blue eyes glistening.

“Kiss me.”

Spike opened his mouth and quickly shut it; they were long past the point where he should have to ask for clarification. He settled for nodding and stepped closer until he was directly in front of Rarity. At this distance he noted they were almost the same height – he had always thought she was taller than him. He leaned in, watching her face for a response, but she had the same expression as she had during lessons, what he thought of as an ‘authoritative boredom’. Clunkily, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against her.

He held himself there for several seconds, listening and focusing, to see if he could hear or feel any reaction. There was none. He could tell she was still facing the same way, her lips closed. Was he doing something wrong? Spike pulled back and sucked his lips in, wondering if she would be looking at them.

Looking at him evenly, Rarity slowly inhaled and shook her head. “You’re nervous.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Spike frowned. “You… you asked me to kiss you.”

“Yesterday I asked you to masturbate while describing to me how you would treat my breasts during sex.”

“This is totally different!” Spike blurted, shaking his head and grunting. He stepped away and kept his eyes closed. “Like, you want me to kiss you romantic or something! There’s a big difference between kissing someone and feeling up their tits!” He winced as he finished and waited for the reprimand for his crude language.

“Good.”

He popped his eyes open and raised his head. Rarity was smiling at him.

“Huh?”

“What is that difference, Spike?”

“Y-you know… your boobs are, sexy, hot. And kisses are, not that. Or, they are, but… you know?”

Rarity’s smile changed from one of satisfaction to one of amusement. “Even when you’re trying, your vocal vocabulary is considerably simpler than your written vocabulary. Have you noticed that?”

“Uh-huh.” Spike blushed. “I’ve never been one for speaking.”

“Well, even if you cannot articulate what you mean, I can tell you understand it. You just don’t know you do. Come here.”

Spike edged back towards Rarity.

“Closer.”

He looked at the ground and put his feet on either side of Rarity’s. He looked back up and gasped; her face was barely an inch from his.

“Spike.”

“Y-yeah?”

“I want you to look at my face. And when you’re ready, kiss me.”

Spike looked into her eyes. They seemed impossibly large, bright blue and almost glowing. Her face was so perfect, firm and soft in just the right places. His eyes fell on her lips, bright red, glistening, plump, parted ever so slightly. He could feel her breath on his face, see the sheen on her lips from the lights overhead.

He had always known Ms. Belle was sexy, as hot and gorgeous as any woman could be.

He hadn’t taken much time before now to notice she was stunningly beautiful.

Before he knew what he was doing, Spike grabbed her hips to pull her against him, and then swooped forward and kissed her.

He felt the air escape her in a rush and took that as a good sign. He stood up straighter and used the hands on her waist to pull her into position with him. His mouth gnawed against hers, drawing her lower lip between them and gently pulling. He felt Rarity’s lips close over his own in response and his heart skipped.

More. Closer. Deeper. Those were the only thoughts on Spike’s mind. He tightened his hands on her hips and pulled her flush against him, tried to get his mouth closer to her. He could feel her lips, so sweet, so soft, brushing against his tongue. He didn’t even think about if he could or should and merely did; he let his tongue slide into her mouth. Rarity met his tongue with her own and the two tapped and caressed each other.

Distantly, Spike became aware that he was out of breath. He tried to suck in a breath through his nose but it wasn’t enough. His sense of reason overruled his libido and he pulled back and gasped. He heard Rarity do the same and opened his eyes.

Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and bright, her eyes half-closed. Rarity’s eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes to look at Spike. He realized then he was still holding her against him and became aware he could feel her breasts pillowing against his chest. His legs were still on either side of hers; could she feel his erection pressing through his jeans and against her skirt? He swallowed heavily, wondering if he should step back and not being willing to.

Rarity slowly licked her lips.

“That, Spike, is a kiss.”

“No shit.”

Rarity burst out giggling while Spike inwardly groaned at his blurted-out exclamation. At least it didn’t seem to offend her.

“References to kissing have been found in texts dating from over five thousand years ago. I daresay it would not be an exaggeration to presume that humans have known how to kiss longer than we’ve known how to write. It’s something that even transcends most cultural and ethnic boundaries. Throughout the ages, kisses have been used to show affection almost worldwide”

“Really?” Spike had to admit he was intrigued by the subject. “How come it’s so widespread that everyone does it?”

“Well, not everyone does it, but it is very common. Why is hard to say. Most theories about it suggest it’s an evolutionary leftover from animal behaviors associated with mating rituals and procreation, which is why it can have such a powerful effect on us – it triggers something instinctual, primal.” Rarity raised an eyebrow and her lips twitched into a small smirk. “Not entirely unlike the male obsession with breasts even though they serve no sexual functions other than being erogenous zones.”

“Heh… yeah…” Spike tried not to look down at where her breasts were still pressing against him. The feel was distracting enough.

“Whatever the reason, it is what it is. A kiss is one of the most basic expressions of physical attraction we have.” Rarity reached up and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck. He tensed as she pulled them closer, until their noses were almost touching. “But… when done properly…” Her breath was sweet; he thought he recognized the scent. Peppermint? “It can be very effective at arousing a partner.”

To his surprise it was Rarity that closed the gap. Spike didn’t let himself think too hard on that and instead just closed his eyes enjoyed it.

Kissing Rarity was a feast for the senses. He could smell faint traces of her shampoo, a soft and gentle smell, he could hear the brushing of clothes and the smacking of lips, he could taste her mouth as her tongue ran over his lips and then coiled around his. And he could feel her body pressed against him, her hips in his hands, her breasts against his shirt, her legs alongside his. The heat coming off the woman in his arms was a drug, wrapping around him and plunging him into intoxicating lust.

Rarity broke the kiss. “Spike.”

Spike opened his eyes. “Y-yeah?”

Rarity’s eyes were dark. “What are you thinking about right now?”

“How really damn amazing it is to kiss you.” Spike descended to kiss her again, but a finger on his lips stopped him. Just like that the spell of passion broke and he pulled his head up. “What?”

“I think that’s enough for today.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. I do have actual work I need to do.” She patted Spike on the shoulder. “If you please.”

Spike stepped back to let Rarity move around the desk and sit down. He shook his head at her. “…seriously?”

“Yes.” Rarity smiled and leaned back in her chair. “We’ll continue our lessons tomorrow.”

Spike nodded. “Okay…”

“You seem confused.”

“After what we did the first day, this seems kinda tame.”

“Is that so?” Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Given the choice between staring at my breasts while you pleasure yourself, and embracing me and kissing me, which would you rather do?”

Spike looked down at her blouse. “Refresh my memory?”

“Spike…”

“Yeah, I know.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Like, that was, wow. I didn’t know a kiss could be that good.”

“Anyone who tells you foreplay isn’t important, Spike, is someone who doesn’t understand the principle behind the idea.” Her eyes lit up and she raised a finger. “Ah, that reminds me, your homework for tonight.” She pulled her marking book over and flipped through it. She ran a finger down a spreadsheet and tapped a row. “As I told the rest of the class, you should be caught up on the current reading up to the first practice quiz. Do not do it, however, we’ll be doing it together in-class tomorrow.” She tilted her head and frowned. “I should also say ‘please do not peek at the questions before class’, but the honor system rarely works on high school students and quizzes.”

Spike stifled a snicker by pretending he was sniffling. “And for my catch-up?”

“Chapter six, you missed the final review quiz. I have marks for the two practice quizzes here, so I’ll presume you still have your answer sheet for those?” She looked up and Spike nodded. “Those will be helpful for review, but many questions are reworded or not present at all. You don’t need to re-read the entire chapter, but you’ll need to skim it for answers.”

“Okay.” Spike breathed deep. “What about my, er, ‘extra-credit’?”

“Of course.” Rarity shut her marking book and leaned her elbows on her desk to clasp them under her chin. “I want you to think of all the different ways you could arouse me without me taking off my clothes or you reaching under them. That means no direct contact with my groin area, either.”

Spike frowned. “How am I supposed to know what you’d like?”

“Exactly; use your imagination.” Rarity’s eyebrows lifted, and she gave a small smirk. “I will not accept any sort of answer involving my breasts. While that is a valid way to arouse a partner, your interest in mine is well-founded enough that it’s no work of the imagination to think of ways you could fondle them.” Spike blushed furiously as Rarity continued. “Think of at least five ways, but try for ten. Point form short sentences will be fine.”

“Sounds good.” Spike nodded. “You’re not going to dock me marks for guessing something that doesn’t work, are you?” He gave a crooked smile to punctuate the joke.

“We’ll see after we try them out.”

Spike did a double take. “Say what?”

“Good night, Spike.” Rarity bowed her head towards him with a smile. “Please close the door on your way out.”

Spike stood still to confirm she was serious. Rarity reached to one of the plastic shelves on her desk and pulled out a stack of stapled papers, and flipped to a divider in her marking book. One by one she pulled the stapled papers into the binder and began reading down them, her pen scratching in her book.

“Good night, Ms. Belle.” Spike walked to the door of the room and pulled it open. Before stepping into the hall he looked back at her for a response. When she briefly turned her eyes his way and nodded, he lifted his hand in a wave and left, gently pulling the door shut behind him.