Hello, my friends at the Archive. After a lot of time I felt the need to try again with age regression stories.
I know my writing is not the best so I'm going to post this here in case you have some suggestion. I really want to improve in this.HOW TO FALL FOR A YOUNGER GIRL
Last days of class at university, vacations are around the corner, and Mr. Thomas Greer will begin an unexpected relationship with a young student that might become the new center of his life.GENRE:
AR/AP (there's some back and forward), infantilism
These were the last days of classes on my university. Vacations were soon to start, and we all -both students and teachers- were wrapping up the final details before ending the semester.
I got up from the desk and started giving away the last exams and papers to my students, and telling them their final grades. After one year, I would have to say goodbye to some good students I had grown fond of along our activities, so it was a liberating day for them, but a sort of nostalgic one to me.
I dismissed most of my students with a handshake and congratulations, and then, while the students went out of the classroom, I started to gather my papers in order to go. Then, it was impossible for me not to notice some familiar faces were just walking around, waiting for something.
As I got my suitcase ready and got up from the seat, one of my young students came to me.
“Hey, Marissa”, I saluted, a little startled. “How are you?”
She had been one of my star students, very likely the best of all of them. She was always very courteous towards me and very often participated in class, even offering for some extra assignments. But it wasn’t until that last day, as I saw her big smile and shining brown eyes, I realized I was going to miss her even more than I thought.
“Mr. Greer”, she said, her hands behind her back, while swaying her hips in a cute way, very childish, though. “Are you going to be our teacher ever again?”, she asked politely.
I blushed and I think I hesitated a little while answering.
“Well… no… I mean… I don’t think so”, I realized I was getting a little nervous. “I only teach 3rd to 4th semesters… so I guess no”, I ended with an almost inaudible sigh.
Marissa didn’t show any surprise and just stood looking at me, with an indecipherable smile. I looked away for a second; there was only one student left in the classroom and it was already going towards the exit.
“Well”, I said, looking away and starting to walk. “I hope you have a nice vacation”, I dismissed her.
But she followed me closely.
“Sorry, Mr.”, she said then, warmly. “But I just wanted to tell you something”.
I halted, and looked to her.
“Yes?”, I asked. My mouth was getting dry.
“I’ve always thought you are such an interesting person”.
Her answer felt like a hammer to head. I didn’t expect from something as well-mannered as her to come with something like that. I think I visibly twitched a little before talking.
“Well… I think you’re a very interesting person too”, the words spilled from my mouth uncontrollably.
I hadn’t thought that much about that until now, but she was truly an interesting person: she wasn’t only a very good girl, well-mannered, kind and honest, but she also excelled in every subject at school (for what I knew). Also, she had a number of talents and was a member of three or four clubs (from sports, to debate and arts), partaking as a distinguished student for the whole university.
Now that I realized that, I felt even more humbled at her compliment. I was nothing but a young, newbie teacher, that had been way too lucky to get a job at the university, and who knows how much more was that going to last.
Marissa seemed to notice how mellow I was getting on the inside, because the next thing I knew is that she took an envelope out of her briefcase, and placed it in my hand. I just stood there, frozen, with no idea of what to do, and before I realized what was happening, Marissa was already exiting by the door.
“See you, Mr. Greer”, she said goodbye, waving her hand with a radiant smile, as she went away.
I was shaking in my car all the way home, thinking about everything that happened. Finally, I got to my room, laid down on the bed and trembling, I opened the envelope. Inside there was a pink paper with some perfume in it, and a handwritten message in an unmistakable feminine calligraphy, which read:“Friendship is the best thing there is in life.
There’s nothing like having someone to stand for you when you feel lonely and sad.”
At the bottom, there was a phone number.
I laid down, looking at the ceiling, and thinking.
Yes, I hadn’t realized until then, but I never saw Marissa getting along with anyone else in the classroom, aside from another girl called Silvia, but they also seemed to be at odds sometimes.
She usually work alone on her projects, even when teamwork was required. I realized, even when she followed a lot of her passions, she was more or less a loner anyway.
Then I opened my eyes and began to think about her in my class. She always offered for some extra assignments and projects. Most of them had her to work directly with me. We always got along quite well and she sometimes talked to me about various aspects of her life, and asked things about myself. She also said mine was her favorite class.
Marissa also seemed to never have enough of me, even when I showed myself busy to avoid spending too much time with her.
My head started to hurt. I had never had any friends, and only one of two romantic relationships, which were very short-lived. I had little to none social life and I had nothing to do that Wednesday. So, I just tried to distract myself and quit thinking about that. I looked at the letter every now and then, thinking about what I should do. That day I managed to do nothing about it and went to bed early.
Next morning, I waited until 10 am before sending her a Whatsapp message.
“Hi. Greer here. Wish you a nice day”.
She wasn’t quick about picking the message, but around noon, she answered.
“Hi. Thnx, Mr.
Wish you well too, I mumbled.
That was enough to lighten up my whole day.
We kept on talking for a week, about lots of things, mostly our plans for vacations. Our relationship had become very good, and she often said very good things about me and how much she liked me, although always in a very proper and discreet way, as I could expect from her. It didn’t take me many days until I realized she had become the only person I cared about.
Finally, I decided to ask her out, to a movie I knew she was interested in.
That night we met in a mall and sat together at an ice cream stand to have a little chat. The experience was very comfortable since we didn’t call any attention, she was 19 and I was 26, but I’ve always looked younger so we looked just like a normal couple. We laughed and had a great time, and when the time came, I felt confident enough to take her by the hand as we entered the theater.
At the middle of the movie, she took my arm and passed it behind her waist, and I corresponded embracing her closely, later resting her head on my shoulder.
It was almost midnight when I took her to my car, offering her a ride to her apartment. As we drove, she didn’t shown any concerned about going home. We went up to a hill and with the car parked, we had a long talk. We didn’t talk about our feelings for each other, we never talked about an “us”. We just… talked
, and appreciated the other’s world view. There wasn’t any proposal, any plans, just the tacit agreement that we should be together for a little longer that night.
I ended up at her apartment. She went to the bathroom as I was left to get comfortable at her room. I took off my coat and examined myself into the mirror, until something unexpected bumped into me. Marissa had come from behind and hugged me from behind. I left her. I could feel her soft body behind me and had an almost too difficult time controlling my nerves.
She then turned me round and I realized she was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pink t-shirt and panties. I felt I began to stutter but Marissa looked calm and cheerful. She took my hand and took me to the bed. She jumped into the soft mattress and invited me with her hand.
I shyly took my shoes off and began to climb. She was eager for me to hug her, and so I did. We wrapped under the blankets and watched TV for half an hour, while she commented some curious stuff of the most various nature. She looked completely secure and confident, although I was still quite wary, feeling my arm around her plump body with not little shyness.
At a commercial break, she turned to see me, with a smile.
“Hey”, I asked, timidly.
She just stared at me with her big brown eyes, and confirmed I had no _expression_.
“Hee heee hee”, she giggled at my face.
“What?”, I asked, feeling that I was probably doing wrong.
“What what?”, she repeated, having fun. “You’re barely talking!”, said, almost laughing.
“Well… maybe I have nothing interesting to sa…”, I was about to finish.
“Oh, get out!”, she laughed. “You know you’re way too interesting”, she said, poking my cheek with her finger. That made me blush a bit.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t know…”, I stuttered.
She turned her eyes. Then, she suddenly took my hand and placed it between her breasts. I instantly froze. But she didn’t stop looking at me with her lively brown eyes, never letting her smile go.
“Does this feel better…?”, she said, and she guided my hand to make circles on her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
For the first time of the night, I felt a strong erection took over me.
“I don’t want you to be tense, Mr. Greer”, she said, amiably.
I started to let myself go and she continued, she didn’t stop until she felt I started relaxing.
Then, she let my hand go, and by surprised put my cheeks between her hands and squeezed them, with an assurance smile.
“That’s it!”, she said, triumphal. “Now let’s get more comfortably”. She then laid over my body, resting her head on my chest, and guided my hands to embrace her from her waist.
The show was on again, and we stayed in the bed for 15 minutes more, as she adopted more and more comfortable positions.
I was feeling more and more excited, more secure, and ultimately happier, feeling her body so close to me. I grew so comfortable on that nest of hers, smelling the sweet odor of her wavy black hair, I began to feel I could stay there, forever.
“Mmmh…”, her hands began to get a little mischievous, as I felt her arms getting under the blankets, and then her soft fingers caressing at the belt of my pants.
“Don’t you feel a little uncomfortable with these..?”, she said, and unbuttoned them, began losing them. I ultimately helped her taking them off and we threw them off the bed. Now we were on equal conditions. My erection was continual, but I didn’t feel any pressure, as she never was invasive to me.
We kept watching TV, softly caressing each other, until an eventuality came.
“Mmh, I gotta use the bathroom”, I announced.
She complied quickly, and as I got up in my undies, she turned to see me with interest. I went, with not a little embarrassment for my student to see me like that.
As I peed, I reflected upon. Could that be my new life? Could I stay with Marissa like that forever? I turned to see her there, perfectly angelical, on the bed, and felt my erection to grow stronger, confident.
After finishing, I walked to the bed, determinate. Marissa didn’t take her eyes away from mine as I came before her, and in an impulse, I took my t-shirt and threw them away. Then, I crawled on the bed until my face was on front of her. She instantly closed her eyes as she saw my lips coming to hers and we fused in a wet and warm kiss. I placed my cheeks on her hands and she held my wrists with her slender, lovely hands.
“I think--“ I stuttered. “I think you are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met”.
She looked at my sort of afraid _expression_, condescendingly, and smiled big, assuring me again with her eyes.
“I know”, she only said, satisfied.
I put my head on her chest for Marissa to hug me, what she did, as I rubbed myself on her.
“I wanna be with you forever”, I mumbled.
“Yes”, I heard her. “I know you do”, ended, with a little hint of giggling.
As he held me tight against her body, I suddenly began to feel a little weird. Like her body was larger than life, and I was forever tied to it.
“You’re so special”, I her. “You’re so special to me”.
“So you are, Tom”, she answered, and began to caress my head, wrapping my hair around her fingers.
“You think I’m special?”, I asked, timidly. I don’t know why, they were probably the nerves, but my voice sounded a little louder. Was I getting a little whiney, maybe?
“Yes…”, she whispered. “And you need someone to take care of you, because you’re so special”.
Marissa lowered her arms, inviting me to her lap. I rested my head on it, and while doing it, I felt my tighty whities felt inexplicably even looser.
As she continued to caress my hair, and soothe me with her sweet voice, I rubbed my face against her fleshy and fresh thighs, immerse in the pleasure of being one with her. I didn’t know what happened, but I felt a little like crying. Like crying of joy because of meeting her.
But “shh shh”, she tranquilized me. I kept on rubbing my face against her thighs, which little by little I began to appreciate on its extension. I was amazed on how, little by little, I started to feel more and more the corners of her skin, like they were huge.
Her other hand came to my bum. I felt how her thumb pulled down my briefs and threw them off the bed, but I didn’t mind. Soon, her hands began to feel even more bigger, and I felt she was able to hold me as a whole.
“I love you…” I tried to say, but to my surprise, nothing came out of my mouth. Marissa gave me an affectionate swat in the bum, and then, effortlessly, she turned me round while still on her lap.
I looked above. I was almost unable of seeing her face because of the disproportionate size of her breasts. Was I so that of her, or…?
I began to feel weak. Last thing I saw was Marisa’s face, smiling pleased and satisfied, as, completely calm and relaxed, I began to drift to the shores of sleep…TO BE CONTINUED...