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Darien pt 16 (B)
🕑 Added 2024-12-05 19:50:06 +0000 UTC(Note: Yes, there's more coming. As I finish this out, I wanted to keep posting pieces rather than hold it back for one huge post. Hopefully that's okay with you! Zero doubt though, this story will officially be done this week. đ
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He pressed his hands down on Andrewâs head, increasing the urgency of his acting. Heâd show him just how much his tongue was âworkingâ on Emily.
âFuck yes, oh fuck yes, Andrew,â Darien moaned, being careful to maintain Emilyâs voice. âYouâre doing so well honey, so fucking well â youâre a natural, just like I knew you would be. Keep going, keep licking out my pussy, baby!â
Andrew moaned even louder, acknowledging the praise, tongue pressing harder on Darienâs fake vagina through the thin hose. Darien ran his female hands over Andrewâs head, messing up his hair, nails digging in slightly as he felt Andrew press with his tongue. He still felt very little, but Andrew didnât know that. To simulate Emilyâs rising excitement he pushed his hips forward, encouraging Andrew, moaning over and over with every thrust he made.
A few more minutes passed with them locked together, Darien sneaking sideways glances at his phone camera, thinking about the footage heâd see later, how heâd remember Andrew for a long time after today. Andrew would remember it too, he was certain of that â after all, the recorded footage wasnât just for Darienâs benefit. He groaned as he thought about how he was going to send Andrew the video too, edited a little perhaps, to remind him of the time that a young woman allowed him to fuck her in the ass, right here at his store.
Fooling boys like Andrew was incredible, but part of Darien relished the illusion of memory even more. Andrew would remember one thing, Darien another â a split perspective unique to Darienâs disguises.
For a second his mind went back to the moment heâd walked into Jimmyâs high school class for the first time as Ellen Spiller, knowing that only Jimmy himself knew the truth about who their new substitute really was. Everyone else in that classroom would remember âMiss Spillerâ standing in front of the chalkboard, writing her name in large, flowing script as she introduced herself. Only Darien would remember the feeling of the disguise on his body, wondering as he moved if any of the boys beyond Jimmy were paying attention to his Ellen impersonation.
There was one, of course. One who would, like Darien, remember that week with âMiss Spillerâ very differently. Tony Kincer.
Tony, Tony, Tony⌠even though he was with Andrew that second, Darien couldnât help but smile when he thought of Tony. If Darien hadnât had such a long, unrequited crush on Jimmy, he really thought Tony would have been a willing target for Darienâs version of Ellen Spiller. As it was, heâd had to settle for using Tony as his âpracticeâ for seducing Jimmy, which had started outside that classroom when heâd forced Tony to admit that heâd been staring at âMiss Spillerâ for the entire lesson and had commented on âherâ ass. Getting Tony to admit that in person, completely subverting his expectations of what the relationship should be between student and teacher⌠it was an incredible turn-on for Darien, a moment he still thought of.
In fact, as he thought of it, he realized he was getting turned on again.
Just the memory of Tony was enough to arouse him, remembering the moment when Tony had discovered Ellenâs secret, when heâd found Darien unmasked â then later when heâd been so eager to watch Darien disguise himself as he slipped back into Ellenâs life. In many ways Tonyâs reaction to Darienâs disguise was exactly what he wanted from Jimmy, but Darien had been too desperate to seduce Jimmy that he hadnât even thought about Tony at the time.
Tony had certainly thought about Darien, though. As soon as he knew that his substitute teacher was in fact a classmate in disguise, Tony began to make his move. It had started with a hand on Darienâs leg, but quickly escalated into a full-on seduction. Darien may have led the way but Tony took the reins soon enough.
That was what Darien was missing with Andrew, he suddenly realized. Tonyâs take-charge attitude. His burning desire. Perhaps it was because Tony knew, despite the disguise, that âEllenâ was really a peer, another young man, whereas the oblivious Andrew thought he was pleasing a seductive older woman. There was a key difference in power dynamic there, Darien knew â perhaps that kept Andrew from moving too fast. Tony, by contrast, had ultimately driven Darien to climax in much the same way that Andrew was attempting, except Tony knew his hand wasnât just pressing down on pantyhose and underwear, but in fact on Darienâs hidden cock.
Andrew was never going to take charge like that, Darien knew, just as he was never going to know Darienâs secret. He could tell Andrew exactly what he needed to do to get âEmilyâ off, but it wouldnât be the same, wouldnât feel (ironically enough) ârealâ. He wanted to have that feeling again, of being desired, of being with a man who knew what he wanted.
Darienâs thoughts were straying so far from the present moment that he was startled when Andrew looked up, breaking contact with Darienâs crotch.
âIs this okay?â Andrew asked.
Darien snapped back to the present, back to maintaining a perfect facade. âYes, of course!â
âYou kind of, uh⌠stopped making noise,â Andrew said.
âOh, sorry,â Darien replied, mentally kicking himself for getting distracted. âI was concerned that other people might hear us.â
Andrew looked alarmed. âDid you hear other people? Is there anyone else in the store?â
âNo, no â I think weâre still alone,â Darien said. âForce of habit I guess.â
Andrew smiled. âSo you do this often?â
âNo, not really. In fact, youâre my first.â Darien couldnât help but smile at his double meaning. Andrew blushed, clearly proud of himself, so Darien decided to double down. âWas this ever a fantasy you had? A random woman walks into your store and⌠well, you know what happened next.â
Andrew opened his mouth to say something, then paused, as if he had multiple fantasies to choose from. Finally he said âHonestly? Not really. It just never occurred to me that someone would come into the store, and, uhââ
âLet you fuck her in the ass?â Darien finished, enjoying the sight of Andrew blushing once more.
âI guess so,â he said sheepishly. âNow itâs happened, I mean⌠I still canât really believe it.â
Darien nodded, then took Andrewâs face between his hands, lifting him up for a soft, sensuous kiss.
âI believe it,â Darien whispered. âIt definitely happened.â
Andrew looked back down between Darienâs legs. âDo you want me to keep going?â
Darien bit his lip, unsure. âActually, no. And not because it isnât fun, it is. Itâs justââ
âWe could take your hose off,â Andrew interrupted. âI mean, you look great in it, but that way I could get, you know, closer.â
Darien shook his head. âNo, Iâd rather keep dressed for now. That said⌠there is, maybe, another way you could please me.â
In his mind, Darien felt Tony Kincerâs hand pressing down between his thighs, rubbing at his fake pussy, massaging his growing cock. He wanted that again. He needed that again.
Taking hold of Andrewâs hand, Darien placed it on his thigh, then moved it upwards, dragging Andrewâs palm across the hose. Andrew took the hint, moving his hand between Darienâs thighs, lingering over his crotch area. Glancing at âEmilyâ he pressed down, the hose rasping under his skin. Darienâs moan was real now, his eyes locking with Andrew, knowing that this could definitely work for him.
âOh yeah,â he muttered, one hand gripping Andrewâs arm, ensuring it stayed just where it was. âThatâs it. Your hand can do much more than your tongue, baby.â
Andrewâs eyes lit up. âWho are you?â he said quietly.
Darien didnât respond, thinking this was a rhetorical question, the awed query of someone who canât believe their luck.
âDo you live here?â Andrew added.
Realizing these were actual questions, Darien slowly nodded his head. âI live in the area, yeah. And you know my name, Andrew. Itâs Emily.â He winked. âThatâs all you get, though.â
âWill I see you again?â Andrew asked, his hand moving, something deep within Darienâs disguise reacting to his touch. Darien moaned again, but managed to answer.
âItâs a little complicated,â he said, which was true enough. âI guess it's possible you might see me again, but â probably not like this.â
Andrew nodded, his eyes suggesting he expected that answer. âBut you do live around here, so we might run into each other. Itâs kind of a small town.â
Darien half nodded. âI guess itâs possible,â he said, while thinking it all depended on what mask he chose to wear. He knew he could return to the store tomorrow, even be served by Andrew again, but as a totally different person. Perhaps Ellen Spiller. Gina Talavera. Or some other identity. Andrew wouldnât have a clue, but Darien would know. The reminder of this fact made his cock twitch.
âWhat do you do?â Andrew asked.
A little annoyed, Darien cast a look at his crotch. âArenât you supposed to be doing something else right now, instead of interrogating me?â He smiled so Andrew would know he wasnât really annoyed, but definitely wanted to change the subject.
âSorry,â Andrew said, blushing one more time. He continued slowly stroking and massaging between Darienâs legs.
The truth was Darien knew exactly what Emily did, or rather would do. There was still paperwork to be worked on, interviews to happen, but he felt confident â both in Emilyâs future career, and in his own disguise skills. Confident enough to admit the âtruthâ to Andrew. âI'm a teacher, since you asked.â
âReally? Like, high school?â
Darien nodded.
Andrew looked like he wanted to say âIâm still in high school!â but then realized at the last second that perhaps his credibility as a lover might suffer if he admitted it.
Darien changed the subject. âSo, have you ever had a teacher that looks like me?â
Andrew shook his head. âOf course not.â
âWould you like a teacher that looks like me?â
âWell, obviously,â Andrew said, chuckling.
âWould you like to fuck a teacher that looks like me?â
Andrewâs hand pressed hard enough that it connected deeply with Darienâs hidden cock. âYes,â he said. âI would very much like that.â
âCan you imagine it?â Darien said, starting to feel his fantasy take over. âMe, being your teacher?â
Darien could certainly imagine it, thinking back to the classes heâd taken as Ellen Spillerâs literal substitute. He remembered the fresh young faces in front of him, some of them bored, some of them engaged, none of them aware that the face beneath the mask mirrored their own. As he walked around the classroom wearing the actual clothing Ellen wore, displaying his deception for all of them to see, his confidence and excitement was hard to contain. Even Jimmy and Tony would have been clueless if the real Ellen Spiller hadnât insisted that Darien tell his best friend what was going on.
That feeling of being completely in control, of becoming a completely different person, someone who was sometimes respected, sometimes desired by others of Darienâs age⌠it had always been intoxicating to him. A heady concoction of deception, teenage adolescence, the balance of power between teachers and pupils and a lingering, almost tangible sexuality.
âTell me,â Darien continued, feeling breathless, âwhat it would be like if I was your teacher?â
âItâd be amazing,â Andrew said. âTo have someone like you in class? Iâd be there for sure.â He frowned for a second, knowing he might have given himself away, but Darien didnât react.
âAnd in class â what would you want to see me wearing?â
Instantly Andrew replied, âSomething like this, of course.â
Darien chuckled at the suggestion. âItâs probably not very practical for school. Maybe thereâs something else here that might be more suitable.â
Andrew grinned. âIâm sure there is, if you want to go try something on?â
Darien shook his head. âSorry, but I donât have time for more clothes shopping today. Maybe in the future. In the meantime⌠please continue and tell me about being seduced by your teacher.â Andrew smiled and nodded. âOh, and donât stop doing what youâre doing⌠down there.â
Andrew pressed his hand firmly between Darienâs legs, fingertips brushing against his hose. Beneath the layers of his disguise, Darien could feel his pliant rubber pussy being pushed against his cock. He groaned in Emilyâs tones, making sure his young lover knew exactly what he needed to do to turn âEmilyâ on.
âConsidering this is my fantasy,â Andrew said, âI think I should get to dress you anyway I like. So yeah, I want you to be in this outfit â or something even sexier.â
âOkay,â Darien said. âSo I walk into school in this outfit â maybe Iâm your substitute for the day?â
Andrew nodded. âYeah, thatâs right. You can substitute for my boring old chemistry teacher or whatever.â
âSorry, chemistryâs not my specialist subject. Is history okay?â
âSure.â Andrew said with a smile. âThatâs boring too.â
Darien laughed, feeling both turned on and weirdly comfortable with Andrew now. He placed his hand on top of Andrewâs hand, encouraging him to keep rubbing, to keep Emily happy.
âSo I walk into your history class,â Darien said. âIâm wearing this outfit, heels and all. Let me guess, you canât stop looking at my legs?â
Andrew nodded. âAnd youâd have to walk past my desk,â he said. âThe entrance is at the back, so youâd have to go that way.â
âMeaning you can get a good look at my legs and heels on the way, hmm?â
Andrew blushed a little, but couldnât stop his smile.
âWould you like me to stop, maybe bend over? Perhaps youâve dropped a pencil right in front of your desk.â
âSure, why not?â Andrew said, grinning. âDo you think Iâd be able to see up your skirt?â
âYouâd better not be looking that close, or itâs detention for you, young man,â Darien said, smiling back. He issued another feminine groan as Andrew pressed down with his fingers, beginning to establish a rhythm with his movements.
âI keep walking,â Darien continued, âand then I turn around and I sit on the edge of the desk⌠and I cross my legs. You canât keep your eyes off them, can you?â
âNo,â Andrew said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.
âBut really, youâre staring at my heels, arenât you, Andrew? Staring at my heels and imagining them in your hands. Isnât that right?â
âYes,â Andrew admitted.
âTell me, sometimes â when youâre all alone in the store â do you go and find these shoes? Grab them from your special, personal stock?â
Andrew could only nod.
âAnd then what do you do with them, Andrew?â
âI touch them,â Andrew said, his voice barely a whisper.
âIs that all? You just touch them?â
âI rub them,â Andrew admitted.
âAnd then what?â Darien looked into Andrewâs eyes, meaning what he said. âItâs okay, Andrew. You can tell me. Your secretâs safe with me.â
Andrew looked away, almost taking his hand with it, but Darien pressed down, keeping him held. âTell me,â he said, in an insistent tone for Emily.
âSometimes⌠I jerk off while I'm touching them.â
âAhh,â Darien said, ânow we finally get to it. I thought you had a thing for these shoes. Or is it just heels in general?â
Andrew looked downwards, apparently embarrassed. Darien took hold of his chin and made him look into his eyes. âI told you, your secret is safe,â Darien said. âI assume if you like shoes, you like feet and legs.â
Andrew nodded again. âI couldnât believe how good you looked coming in here,â he said. âGetting to put these shoes on you, it was like a dream come true.â
âDo you want to do anything with these shoes now?â Darien said.
Andrew looked slightly confused, maybe concerned.
âItâs alright,â Darien said. âI donât mind. In fact, maybe I can give you some tips.â
Andrew said âSure,â and tentatively drew his hand back, which Darien allowed.
âTake them off me, to start,â Darien said, smiling as Andrew practically collapsed to the floor. His hands cradled the heels as if they were holy relics. Darien smiled as Andrew slipped off the first shoe. Andrew was sharing his innermost secrets, all the while not knowing about âEmilyâsâ own secret.
âGive me the shoe,â Darien said.
