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The Student Ch. 01

By: LittleTom



I sat in the big arm chair, washed up and dressed in a hotel dressing gown. The whisky went smoothly down my throat. It was an all right room, not my usual standard, but the room was big, as was the bed, and it was anonymous. Two nights, paid by cash. 

I wondered if she would show. It was a big step I'd asked of for one so young, but I was pretty certain she wanted it. How much of what she told me was true I didn't know. If she hadn't lied we had a long hard but so very rewarding relationship ahead of us. It wasn't often you received the gift of training a relatively untouched girl. She said there'd been fumbled attempts with a guy, nothing penetrative nor too pleasurable. I'd change that.

She was 18, supposedly just finishing school, a smallish public boarding variation funded by nouveau riche parents she thought not much of. A distant father who preferred golf to anything else and a home bound mother who was overly interested in her garden and thought the fact that their one child was being privately educated meant they were perfect parents.

A soft knock sounded on the door. I smiled and felt that warm stirring at my groin. The clock showed she was close enough to on time as to make no issue of it. I'd emphasised the importance of timeliness to me.

A few steps and I slowly opened the door. She stood there, a long rain coat held tightly around her. Her face broke into a fearful yet expectant smile and I made sure to smile warmly back at her before waving her forward. She was as in her pictures, big blue eyes, shoulder length mousy brown hair. It was clean, but just straight, unstyled. Her steps as she walked into the centre of the room where heavy. So few girls were taught how to walk gracefully these days. That we'd have to work on.

Walking behind her I put my hands to her shoulders and gently pulled at the jacket. Reluctantly she let me take it off her. My heart thumped in my chest. Beneath the jacket she'd worn only the bra, suspender belt, knickers and stockings I'd sent her. She'd been honest about her sizes and everything fit perfectly. Yet, she looked out of place at them, a girl, just legal, but clearly so out of place dressed in grown up cloths. One hand across her chest, the other at her groin. Trying to hide.

I looked up to her face, the fear and uncertainty radiated from her.

"Beautiful, so much better than I'd imagined, and I'd imagined quite a bit."

Her shoulders slumped and a small smile lit up her face. "Thanks."

"Now move your hands away, let me look at you." She jerked them away, put them to her side as she bit her lip. Uncertainty clouded her face again. The bra was embroidered dark pink mesh. Her nipples were small and erect, just as I liked them. Her skin a perfect pale pink, and under the knickers not a sign of hair. She'd prepared as told, good girl! "So very sweet. I'm going to make tonight blow you mind."

I took her cheek in my hand and tilted her face up. She was scared as hell, and I bent down to place a soft chaste kiss on her lips. Her body started to melt towards mine, but that wasn't for now. I wanted the first thing to penetrate those lips to be long and hard.

Pulling back I reached for the padded cuffs I'd placed conveniently earlier. "Put your hands forward."

Her eyes widened, "Oh, so soon." It was a small scared little girl's voice. Yet this is what she had wanted, had begged for.

"Once we start, there's no stopping until we're done. I warned you of that. There will be pain mixed with the pleasure, but I promised you no hurt." I stroked her cheek again and her face followed me like a kitten rubbing a leg. "You back out now, or not at all."

With lightly trembling arms, she moved them forward, and I slowly did up the cuffs. "Now turn, bend over against the arm chair. I want to look at you."

Still trembling lightly, she turned and fumbled to find the back of the chair. She bent halfways and I marvelled at the play of muscle underneath the thin fabric of her knickers. She had said she rode and swam and it obviously did her good.

It was time to start and I carefully and quickly slapped one cheek. Not a proper spanking, just enough to sting. 

"Ow!" I had to put a hand to the small of her back to stop her from standing.

"Be still, you knew it could happen."

"Sorry." With that small fearful voice, she bent over again. I stroked that trembling flank, calming her. At the same time I shucked out of my robe, ensured my rock hard cock was greased. Moving softly, quietly I shifted behind her, though still stroking her ass gently. It was so perfect.

With a well practiced move I jerked her knickers down, aimed and sank in. She was wet and aroused, though tight as a vice. I didn't get all the way in as planned, but it was enough. 

"God! Oh god..." She tried to pull away, but I kept a firm grip on her hips and pulled her back, sinking her fully onto my cock.

"So, how many boys have you had. Tell the truth." She'd said she was a virgin.

"One." I pulled a hand back and spanked her, hard, no holding back this time. "No two! Both only once each, neither were any good. I didn't cum." That felt like the truth, but other than exercising the muscles in my cock, making myself grow that little bit, I kept us still.

Her breathing was short, sharp, but it started to change in tone. Just that little bit that told me the shock was wearing off. When she tried to move against me I smiled. She was perfect. I kept us still a little longer, then slowly, very slowly, pulled back. "Oh that's so good. This, this is what I wanted!"

With just the tip in, I took a breath, then slipped it out and up. I gave a hard first press at her ass, knowing she would resist. Sure enough she jerked up and I had to hold her down firmly.

"No! No! I'm not ready. I..."

"Did you read what I sent you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Did you clean the way I told you?"

"Yes, but..." 

"Then this happens, now. I won't hurt you, though it will hurt. Take a deep breath, you're going to hyperventilate." She did, though it was shaky. "Now, push back and out like it said. Come on." I felt her dilate, just a little, and pushed the top of my tip in. 

"Ohhh."

"And again." The tip, just the tip, slid in.

She let out this soft wail. I bent over her, one hand finding and cupping a breast, the other, finger slick, finding that small button. I pushed no further, just let her adjust, heard her breathing change again.

"There, you had given away your first cherry to someone who didn't appreciate it. I've taken your second, knowing how precious it is. No one else can ever do this to you the first time." I was murmuring against her neck, kissing between words. "Your ass is mine now, to take when I want, give away when I want. Isn't it."

"Yes." It almost wasn't a word, but a rush of aroused breath.

Enough, I straightened and slowly pulled out, watching her close behind me. Later, later she would not close there so easily. Pulling up and straightening her knickers I helped her stand, then one hand on her ass, the other under her arm I guided her to the sofa and sat beside her.

She was trembling again, hunched over, legs together. Gently I put one arm around her, pulled her back as I kissed that soft neck. The other hand landed on her knee. "Never close your legs when you're around me. Never." With a shuddery breath she let me spread them.

I bent, put my lips to a nipple and gently suckled and teased her through the thin silk. "Oh yes... that... that's incredible." Then I bit her, not hard enough to damage, but hard enough to hurt. "Ow!" her body hunched over mine. I pulled back. By this time I slid and hand up her leg and over her stomach. It was right before her eyes now.

I slid it down, teasing her belly button and making her tummy shiver in response. Then I slid my fingers under the band of her knickers. I cupped her without entering. "I love that sight, my hand tenting up a woman's knickers. I can still remember the first time I did it and the rush of power it gave me. This is mine, I'm going to take it."

"Please... please yes, take me!"

"Not yet. First there's something you have to do. Get on your knees."

Her eyes found mine again, not comprehending. I loved the way they widened as what I'd asked sunk in. The uncertainty I'd momentarily banished from her face rushed back. "I've never done that. I mean I've held them, but never..."

"Never what? Say it."

"Never sucked one." Her voice was small and little girl again. It made my heard thud to hear that voice say those words.

"Then I take your third cherry as well tonight. Don't worry, you'll learn. Right now I just want those lips wrapped around me. There is almost no better submission than a woman on her knees sucking her man's cock. I want you on your knees."

She lifted herself up, then down until she was between my spread legs. Her eyes looked a little drugged as she stared and my hard cock. I reached for her head and pulled it down. "What... what do I do?"

"Just take the tip in, swirl your tongue underneath me." Like a mouse mesmerised by a snake she moved forward, then slid her lips around me. I groaned this time, which made her look up, then smile. For a few minutes I let her play, giving her a few tips. She wasn't bad, and was desperately eager to please, though practice would perfect. I'd ensure a lot of practice. Time though to move it on.

"Now darling, I want to go deeper. This will take concentration, you may throw up, but don't panic. We will have your lips wrapped around my base, trust me." I put my hands to her head, grabbed her eyes with mine, and pulled her forward.

From the corner of my eye I saw Dirk start to move in. My trusty methodical German, clean to a fault, and keen beyond belief. Also, very trustable to do what was agreed. He liked a plan did my Dirk. Ever so quietly he moved up behind, knelt down, then slowly started to pull her knickers down.

Her head jerked, trying to look back. "Look at me! Look at me!" Her eyes, paniced and ever so wide, found mine. She was trying to talk, but my cock was lodged deep. "I told you there would be others. I start as I mean to continue." She struggled, but cock in mouth and pussy, hands on head and hips, she was going nowhere. "Relax, enjoy it. He's safe, he's clean and better yet, he's good."

She stopped struggling, then I felt a moan around me. I loved that feeling. Her eyes melted down to slits. "Feels good?"

Her head nodded, and I head a muffled, "Uh huh."

"Good... good." I stroked her hair, not forcing anything further. Her hips started to move naturally. "Good." I let her relax, let an orgasm start to build. Only then did I start to pull her forward. She gagged and I pulled back. I tried again, and pulled back. Nodding to Dirk, who flipped on a vibrator and gently put it to her clit. I tried again, just as an orgasm hit.

She was bucking, but also gagging hard. I pulled out, kicked over the bucket I'd placed there earlier, and sure enough she vomited. Dirk, didn't stop, didn't even loose stride. He's my man.

I put a cold cloth to her mouth, cleaned her up. 

"Make him stop." She was shivering.

"No." I lifted her head.

"Please." I popped my cock into her open mouth, stopping whatever else she was going to say.

"Look at me." Her eyes, full of fear, but also with an underlay of arousal, looked. "Lets try again." I slid in a bit, then a bit more. Mostly I let Dirk do his thing. He was good, her bra was magically off, and he was leaning over, kissing her neck and mauling one of those pert little breasts.

She half heartedly sucked at me. I didn't correct her, soon enough she'd learn the hard way to concentrate. An orgasm was building again, so I started to go deeper. We had a couple gags, then she vomited. This time she cried, but letting up wasn't an option. I cleaned her face, not much had come up. 

"Please stop, please..." I lifted her up and popped in. I could tell she was still on edge, so we moved the game up.

"Concentrate, and relax. You can do this." Sure enough she tried this time, and after a couple controlled gags I was able to shoot home. Her lips wrapped around the base of my cock she looked up at me in surprise, then the corners of her lips smiled. I beamed down at her. "That's my girl, well done. Now, relax. Can you breathe?" I felt enough of a rush of warm breath around the underside of my cock to know she did. "Good. Now, relax, let him pleasure you. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Her eyes widened, a little moan leaked out and I saw Dirk tonguing her ear.

We worked her together, both of us with a hand on breast, Dirk with a vibe on her clit. It didn't take long. It looked like a good one, hard and wracking her body.

We both pulled out and I lifted her up into my arms. When she wrapped her arms around my neck I knew this one was a keeper. Once when I'd tried this on a woman, she ran and called rape. No chance of proving that, it was clear she'd consented. This was a bit different, she was legal, but only just beyond statutory rape. "Wow, I never knew it could be like that. That was... I don't know. I'm not sure I liked it, but at the same time it blew my mind."

"You can take much more, much much more."

I lay her on the bed on her side, Dirk doing her hands up to the bedstead. She didn't resist, frankly she was still limp in exhaustion. That was what I counted on. I lay behind her, quickly rearranging her legs to present that rounded bottom. Quickly I moved my cock in, pressing at her ass.

"You already know you can take this. Come on, don't fight." She had tried squirming away. 

"I'm not ready. Please, let me rest."

I put my cock to her ass, pressing at her. "No, remember, this isn't about what you want." 

"Ahh..." I pressed the tip in, then stopped. "No... no..."

"You're so beautiful baby, I know you want this." I pressed in a bit more, then rest, a bit more, then rest. She squirmed, moaned, begged me to stop. I kissed her neck, held a breast gently in my hand. Slowly but surely I got all of my cock up that tight, sweet ass.

Then good old Dirk moved his tongue into play. I started to move, to fuck her. I had to go so very slowly at first, to let her muscles and membranes adjust to me. She was crying out with each thrust, not coherent. That was OK. I started to move, to fuck her. I murmured sweet nothings in her ear as I cupped one pert breast. 

Slowly I felt her widen, stretch to fit me. She moaned like in pain, but didn't resist. Her nipples were hard and on pressing down on her tummy I felt the muscles ripple in pleasure. Slowly I started to speed up, still being gentle, adjusting her bottom to its new use. God it was good, she was tight as a vice, gripping me hard. I loved anal sex, it was both the same and very different to vaginal sex.

When I felt her shudder in orgasm I knew we'd done it. There would be no going back for her now. It was time to move this on. Dirk had moved back, so I pulled back and grinned at the site of her wide open ass. That well fucked look was a particular turn on for me.

She lifted her head, a confused and glazed look on her face. We lifted her up, hitched her cuffs over a hook on the door lifting her feet onto a convenient low bench. She was so petite. I preferred taller women, it made access easier to one of my height, but I never let it stop me.

"What? what?" Quickly I moved behind her and was pleased at how easily I could re-enter her ass. "Oh god... no... no more..." I started off slow and gentle, but quickly felt her widen and adjust to me again. In no time I was able to start banging her hard and fast.

It was too good, so in only a couple minutes I pulled out and motioned to Dirk. With a huge grin he stepped behind her and thrust hard and fast into her ass, immediately taking up a fast, rapid fuck.

She was hanging her head, moaning, yet when I lifted her face up, put my lips to her, the kiss was hungry, demanding. Dirk needed to change soon as well. The vast advantage of having two was we could keep up the pace with her, yet not blow our wads too quickly. For the next half hour we keep up a hard pace on her ass, taking turns to thrust in and fuck her ass fast. We only paused to spank her bottom, or maul her front. Her ass really was too perfect, it had the perfect jiggle in response to a quick slap. Her cheeks blazed with that red I loved.

Dirk got out the hand massagers too. Little devices that slid over the back of your hand, turning your fingers into vibrators. We used them singly and together all over her. I'm pretty sure we ripped five orgasms out of that young firm body. But then Dirk slapped me on the shoulder, "Come, lets finish."

She was limp, her body hanging off the hook on the door. Those gorgeous blue eyes were half lidded as we lifted her over to the bed. At first she didn't seem to get it as I lay down and Dirk effortlessly lifted her body over mine. Yet when her own weight sank her down on my cock, the sigh of sheer delight was just what I was looking for. "Yessss..."

Her movements were a bit awkward, she obviously had never done this position, but her hips moved on me. "God, yes... I needed something there." So I pulled her down, thrust my tongue into her mouth and was met with an equally hungry reception. Yet I had to smile as her eyes shot wide, as a drawn out "Uhhh..." sighed into my mouth as Dirk took position at her ass.

She tried to lift up, deadly for the guy in her ass. "Shh baby, shh... take it, just take it."

"No... I'm not sure I like this... Oh god I'm so full..." We held her down between us, didn't move, let her get used to it. Then slowly I felt Dirk's cock start to withdraw through the thin membranes that separated us. I took the queue and rolled my hips to do the same. We both shot back in hard, eliciting an agonised moan. We both got up to speed fast, this was the end game, no need to hold back.

We both banged into her, using her body between us for our own pleasures this time. I don't think it was long, maybe five minutes, before I felt Dirk stiffen above us as he thrust in hard. That was the final stimulous I needed and I got my own cock in as deep as possible and felt that fantastic burst in my cock as my own orgasm overcame me.

As I felt Dirk pull out, she was limp on top of me. We did a high five, and as he started to pull on his cloths I lifted us both up, she was so light, and carried her into the huge bathroom. Thankfully it had one of those massive walk in showers, so I held her as I gently used a cloth to was her down. Eventually she took her own weight, though she still didn't talk. When I finally felt her muscles relax as I soapily massaged her back and shoulders I relaxed too.

I washed her off, handed her a towel, and motioned to a small pile of cloths. "I chose some new things for you. I'll wait for you next door." She was still turned away from me, but I saw her head nod.

Next door I pulled up a loose pair of trousers, then sat in that big armchair and took a sip of that lovely whiskey. Some minutes later she walked out, looking young and uncertain again. She wore a tight white transparent crop top, no bra. The black skirt was a decent length 'A' line. It was a simple outfit, but showed her off to perfect advantage.

I smiled, "Perfect, you are too perfect. Come, sit here." I patted my lap. She walked over, obviously nervous and perched on my lap stiffly. Yet when I pulled her head down to my shoulder her arms went around my neck. I felt her melt against me, her body slowly relaxing.

"That wasn't what I expected."

"And you expected what? Dinner and a romantic cuddle on a sofa? That wasn't what I promised you."

"I know. I'd read about sex like this, thought it was what I wanted. I don't know, I guess I didn't expect to have it so hard right from the start."

"Baby, I haven't treated you hard yet, this was just a taster. I did want to make it something you'll never forget though."


The Student Ch. 01



She let out a small bark of a laugh, "I won't that."

"So did you like it? Most girls would be traumatised and crying in a heap."

"I'm not sure like is the right word. I didn't like it." She shuddered against me, "But I want more."

I stroked her hip, "Oh you'll get that." I picked up a small handbag to go with the outfit. "There's five hundred quid in there, plus..."

She sat up, her face suddenly blazing with anger. "I'm no whore, that wasn't what this was about." Her fist hit my chest hard.

I laughed, which made her hit me more. Still laughing we wrestled, so I got her twisted over my lap and flipping up her skirt, spanked her hard and fast, five times. She calmed down, and I stroked her flanks. So perfect.

"Of course you're not you silly girl. However, I want you in certain cloths with special things. From now on you've got a healthy clothing budget, though I dictate what you get."

"Oh." That small little girl voice again. I helped her sit up onto my lap again, and she curled in on herself, once again looking uncertain. "Sorry."

My hand turned her face, I pulled her forward and kissed her. For the next little while I didn't use words, just my lips, my hands, to tell her what I wanted her to hear. We broke the kiss, and her head rested on my shoulder.

"Wow. I've never kissed like that before."

"More fool the idiot boys you've been with. We will sometimes do tender too."

She squirmed against me, "I'd like that."

I cupped a breast in one hand and was pleased when she thrust her chest against me. A ripe fruit this one, so ready to be plucked. Her lips nuzzled my neck.

"As I was saying, there's five hundred quid in there. Plus a card for a salon I know and trust. He's offered to open just for you tomorrow at noon."

"A salon? Don't you like my hair?"

"My dear little one, no woman can't be improved. Your whole goal now has to be focused on making yourself ready for me. He'll show you how to maintain it, and we'll set up an appointment for every two weeks. His girls will work your nails and will do a touch up wax. You did that yourself didn't you?"

She blushed beautifully, "Yes, did it show?" The last was a plaintiff wail.

"Yes, but don't worry. The point was for you to comply with my wish. I didn't expect you to get everything right."

"Sorry."

Massaging one breast I kissed her again, we cuddled for a while longer. "Back to tomorrow. After the salon you're to go shopping. Shoes and a cocktail dress, no lingerie. The dress should enhance you, display you. Tight and revealing is what I like. Not too slutty, not too Essex, but style has a lot of sex in it these days. Shop, then make yourself ready. Text me where you are and I'll have you picked up."

"But... but I've got to be back at...."

"I'll have you at the your dorm in time for Sunday night curfew. Make sure you've got your kit with you."

"I... I can't. I promised."

Ready for this I flipped her over on her lap, flipped up the skirt and spanked her five more times. Then I lifted her up onto her feat in front of me. She stood there, rubbing her bottom, tears welling in her eyes. The perfect image of a contrite little girl.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I thought you said my education was important."

"It is, a beautiful body is irrelevant, a waist, without a beautiful mind. I will not interrupt your schooling, and indeed if you fail or turn in bad results you will answer to me. Tomorrow night was not about school was it? You have friends?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, please, this is so new to me. I want it, but... I'm not ready for everything."

"Were you unready for tonight? You came, you took it all, you said you needed more."

"I do... I do... I'm sorry!" She looked on the verge of tears.

"Good, bend over against the wall."

She blinked, and I think expected more punishment. Yet she did it. I stood, walked behind her and dropped my trousers. I was hard as a rock. Her eyes grew, but she licked her lips I flipped up her skirt, and cupped those cheeks.

"Where do you want it?"

"My... my..."

"Say it, you know you can't shock me."

"My pussy, fuck my pussy."

Slowly I drew down the soft silk hipster knickers I'd left for her. She was wet, her lips puffy again. That ass winked at me, and I briefly debated taking her there, but a plan was a plan. Slowly I entered her, both of us drawing in breath at the glory of it. I started up a slow rhythm, wanting to savour it this time. We just stayed that way, silent, but for the sounds of our love making. I gauged her, letting my own arousal match hers. When she was at the edge I was to, and at just the right moment I pulled out pushed my tip right against her clit and ejaculated right on her.

She bucked crying out, and as fast as it was done I slid the knickers up, then fingered her through the thin now sodden fabric. "No.. please I'm too sensitive... ahhh..." I rode her with my fingers to a hard fast second orgasm.

Her skirt drifted back down and I straightened it against her. Helping her stand, she moulded her body against mine. "God."

I slapped her bottom, "Now go. Go home and tuck yourself up in bed. Get a good night's beauty sleep. Do as I said, be ready for me."

"Can't I... stay with you?"

"Not this time. Go, you're expected." We kissed and she reluctantly picked up her things. I opened the door, and watched her walk out. She clumped down the hall. My head wagged in disgust. "Stop! That's no way to walk. Do it slowly, one foot in front of the other. Move your body for me." Comprehension filled her face, and determined she turned forward. She took a couple steps, it was better, but... "Back straight, head high, shoulders back." A few more, much better. God, so much better.

I felt my cock stir. So soon? "Stop." I heard the gruffness in my voice. This was unexpected, but none the less, wanted. "Come back."

She turned, startled, started to appologise. I grabbed her hand, yanked her into the room, threw her on the bed, and jumped on her. In seconds I had her knickers down and was in her. There was no consideration for her this time, this one was for me. I rode her hard, fast, banging against her, shaking the bed. The orgasm when it came was intense.

I rolled off, breathing hard. She lifted up, a pleased and satisfied look on her face. "You must have wanted me." I nodded and stroked her ass. "Good." She stood, kissed my cheek, took a deep breath to straighten and relax her body, then walked away and through the door. I laughed, in sheer delight. 



The Student Ch. 02



Josh Griffin sat at his computer running a multi-track recording program. His guitar was strapped on his shoulder. He pressed a button and then played a few rifts. These were recorded and after listening to each one he decided whether they were good or not. Most were deleted and he tried again.

In the mist of his concentration to the task at hand there was a knock on the door.

“Now, who the hell is that?” Josh asked himself hoping whoever it was would just go away.

Again a knock even louder resounded through the room ruining the track he had just recorded.

“Ok, hold on, I’m coming,” Josh shouted.

Josh put down his guitar and walked toward door. He was very surprised and rather pleased to see Sally standing on his small porch. He could not believe she had returned.

As he opened the door he said, “What are you doing back here? I thought I had seen the last of you last time.”

“You told me I could come back if I wanted,” Sally replied looking sheepishly.

“Yes, I did say that but you remember what else I said.”

“Yes, I remember,” she answered.

“Well come on in and take off your clothes,” Josh said and he wasn’t being funny. He meant it.

Sally came inside and stood before Josh. As she did in the previous session she removed her outer garments revealing unflattering bra and panties. At this point she hesitated.

“Go on,” Josh ordered.

Sally removed her bra then her panties and stood naked before Josh.

“Very nice, you have a nice body, too bad your tits aren’t larger,” Josh commented as he looked over this young girl’s physique. Josh still could not believe that a young girl would come to a 50 year old guy’s home and strip for him so that he would give her lessons on how to make it in the music business.  The last time she was here he had only masturbated to her nude body. Today he knew he wanted much more and he felt he had a good chance of getting what he wanted.

“Okay Sally what have you learned?”

“I went over all the songs you gave me and practiced them,” she replied.

She handed Josh the CD he had given her. Josh chose a song accompaniment track and began to song for Sally to sing. 

“Sing,” he ordered and sat back and listened as he gazed at this naked young woman sing to him.

“You sang all the notes okay. What I did not hear was feeling. Also, you stood there like a block of wood. If you are going to make it in clubs you have to make the audience believe you are singing from the heart and you also have to make them believe you were fantasying about each and everyone one of the men in the audience and sometimes the women too. Watch any professional female singer and you will immediately see how they move their bodies in very sensual manners. Now try it again.”

Sally began another song and tried a very fake looking smile.

Josh stopped the music.

“I did not say to have some beauty queen’s smile. I want a porno star’s smile.”

Josh began the music again.

Sally attempted to give him a sexy smile during the song and began to move her hips to the music. She was positioned in such a way as to be able to see herself in a mirror. As she moved her body to the music Sally shuttered at the view of her naked body totally revealed to Josh.

“That’s a little better,” Josh commented as she finished the song.

“This time, to get you more in the mood, I want you to cup both your boobs with her hands and knead them while you sing the first two verses. Then on the last verse I want you to pinch your nipples while you sing. Let’s see if we can get some feeling into the music.”

Sally did not know what to do. She was not very experienced with sex. She had a high school boyfriend who took her virginity when she was 17. However, she did not have much more experience than a few times with him in the back of his van. After she caught him with another girl she had not dated anyone since that time. 

Sally did want to make it in the music business and she felt Josh could help her so she followed his instruction. As the next song began she reached up and tenderly cupped both breasts. As she began to sing she gently squeezed them and felt a certain thrill reverberating through her chest. The combination of doing her favorite thing, singing, along with the sensations in her breasts, and the added fact that Josh was watching her obviously turned on by her performances was having an affect on her body and mind.

As the second verse ended Sally following Josh’s instruction reached for her nipples. She found both of them very hard and sensitive to her touch. She had to use all to her concentration to focus on the singing while feeling various sensations beginning to flow through her body. 

Josh watched Sally and smiled. He liked what he saw. He also noticed that as Sally squeezed each nipple in rhythm to the beat of the music her body was also beginning to respond in her simple dance movements. Her hips were beginning to grind in manner that would excite most men.

The song ended and Sally let out a sigh. She was not use to having some many sensations following through her but she was discovering she liked it. She liked following Josh’s instructions. It made her more secure with her music and she was becoming sexually excited by this old man.

“Very nice Sally, with some practice you will get the hang of being a sex symbol on stage,” Josh commented and gave her a big smile.

“Thanks, I hope so,” she responded.

“Come here Sally,” Josh said.

Sally walked up to where Josh was sitting. He reached out and touched her left breast. He felt her shutter as he gave it a soft squeeze.

“Very nice,” he commented letting his fingers slide down her breasts to her nipple. Here he paused and gave the nipple a soft pinch.

“Ohhh,” slipped out of Sally lips as she watched Josh. She did not believe the effect he was having on her.

“Now during this song I want you to begin singing hold each of your nipples between you fingers. Then during the second verse I want you to let your hands slide down your body. Down past your stomach, through the little patch of fur you have, and then to your little pink slit. While you sing the last very I want you to spread your legs some and massage you pussy and let’s see how you sing,” Josh instructed.

“Ok, Josh, I will try,” Sally found that she was getting into following Josh’s every instruction.

The song began with Sally pinching both her nipples. As she sang she pinched them harder and found her voice was projecting in ways that she had never been able to achieve. The satisfaction of knowing her vocal skills were improving and the growing sexual tension in her body was beginning to take control of Sally. As she sang her body began to move to the rhythm of not only the external music but Sally’s internal song.

As the second verse began Sally allowed her hand to slip down her body. Her hand created small ripples of sensations as it passed down her stomach. She could feel the expectation as her fingers touched the beginning of her pubic hair. It was as if each hair stood on end as if pulled by some static charge. Sally’s mind was focused on the words of the music but her body was completely focused on the soft touch of her fingers.

“Ahhhh,” Sally gasped between the words of the song as her fingers reached to beginning folds of her slit. Sally could not believe the wetness her fingers discovered as they slipped within the lips of her moist pussy. 

“Ohhhh!” she whispered with the words as her fingers touch the hardened bud of her now swollen clit. Sally was feeling things she had never felt.

Josh was also noticing Sally’s reaction. He decided it was time and quickly unbuckled his pants pulling them down and off exposing his hard cock. He looked to see Sally so involved with herself that she did not notice.

The third verse began and Josh brought Sally out of her mesmerized state by grabbing her hips and pulling her toward him. She continued to sing but now noticed her hard cock sticking up from his lap pointing at her. 

Josh pulled her up to him and kissed her breasts. As he did so he pushed her legs apart so that she was straddling him. Luckily the computer chair had no arms so Josh was able to pull Sally’s body down on him. He impaled her pussy with his cock.

“Oh my God!” Sally moaned as she felt him enter her. She had finally lost the concentration of singing and now her body took control. She began to gyrate on Josh’s cock hunching to get all of him buried within her. Her body wanted it all.

Josh felt Sally’s pussy sucking his cock within. He could not believe the sensations but loved it. He knew he would not last long in her hot snatch but he did not care. He only wanted to deposit his load of cum deep within her womb where it belonged.

“Oh God Josh, push it in me,” Sally moaned as she grind her hips against Josh.

Josh did all he could to accommodate Sally’s request thrusting his cock as deep as it would go into Sally throbbing cunt.

“Oh it feel so good, fuck me,” Sally cried.

Josh continues to thrust his hips against hers and knew he could not last much longer.

“I’m going to cum,” Josh moaned to Sally as he felt the first burst of cum shoot out his hard cock.

“Mmmmm,” Sally cried as she felt the warm liquid flow deep within her. Sally was feeling wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure sweep through her body. She had never known such sensation. She had never felt like this in any of her previous sexual relationships nor was it anything like it during her masturbation. It was simply beyond what she imagined sex could be. It was totally captivating and she was trapped.

Josh pushed the unsteady girl back on her feet. She stood before him and he watched as droplets of cum leaked out of her pussy. Sally had a contented smile on her face and she looked at Josh with adoration. He had made her feel something she had never known.

“So Sally you seemed to like me fucking you,” Josh said still looking at Sally wet pussy.

“Oh yes Josh, I have never felt anything like that before. You were wonderful,” she cried.

“Well Sally I liked it also. You are quite a good little slut.”

Sally would normally have been very insulted by this statement, but now she wanted to be Josh’s slut. Not only could he make her feel so great he could also teach her what she wanted to know about music. At this point she would do most anything for him.


“Sally, it is time for you to get dressed. I will make you another CD to practice and then you can decide whether you want to continue with your lessons. They will get more intense and some of the things you will not want to do but if you are to continue with me you have no choice,” Josh said.

“I do want to continue with my lessons and I will do whatever you say Josh,” Sally replied with enthusiasm.

“Ok, here is your next practice CD. Also, until you return here I don’t want you to have any sexual experience. Are you dating anyone?”

“No, I have not dated anyone in a long time.”

“Ok that is good. Don’t start dating anyone as long as you are coming here. How often do you masturbate?” Josh asked.

“I very seldom ever do that,” Sally said and blushed. She was not used to discussing her sex life with anyone. Of course she was not used to standing around naked with a guy looking at her pussy either.

“Ok good. As long as you are coming here for lessons, the only sex stimulation you are allowed is what I decide while you are here. Do you understand? “Yes, Josh I understand. I will not do anything until I return here,” she answered.

“Ok come back here next Tuesday and we will continue.”

Sally had dressed now and Josh handed her the CD as she walked out the door.



The Student Ch. 02



This is part 2 of a 3 part set. I would recommend reading the beginning chapter first where you will meet the characters and understand their relationship. 

Chapter 2: Summer Lovers

Lying on my side, my head propped up on one hand, I was just observing Linda lying beside me. Her right arm was turned up; her fingers intertwined in the raven black hair that covered the pillow that her head rested up. The twin peaks of her bare breasts rose from her chest, the brown and pink jewels adorning the tips flat, at least for the moment. Those little pink buttons always responded so nicely to my caresses, but for the moment I was just admiring her breasts rising and falling with her rhythmical breathing; her face peaceful and perfect. 

Even without the normal touch of makeup that she wore when she was working, her face was mesmerizingly beautiful. The clear green eyes that would twinkle when she looked at me lay hidden for now behind her closed lids. Instead I noticed the long eye lashes and eyebrows which normally weren't the center of my attention. I assumed she must pluck or tweak or whatever women do -- her natural accents to her beautiful eyes were too utterly flawless. 

Her nose, slightly turned up, was nothing but cute; her lips, smooth and soft, her neck - thin and elegant. I knew from experience, having previously caressed nearly every inch of her body, that she had very little body fat without being underweight. Her skin covered well-toned and shaped muscles developed by her normal daily workout regimen. I smiled to myself knowing that today's workout might not even need her to get out of bed.

The sheet that I'd gently withdrawn from her sleeping body, so as not to awaken her too soon, was wrapped among her legs below the knees. For the moment, only my eyes caressed her naked body, but I knew that soon enough my hands would also be doing so. Below her belly button she was hairless, not even a hint of any stubble showing, as if she'd just shaved. Her pubic mound crested and fell away to her pussy lips, the thin narrow slit below widened into fuller lips with a fleshy fold protruding further down. Her clit was hidden from view, but just like I knew that her nipples erected with just the smallest amount of attention -- I knew her clit would peek from its surrounding flesh quite soon. The first time I'd seen her naked body up close, enticing and entertaining me at her club, I'd assumed I was to look and not touch. Later she'd admitted that with me she wouldn't have stopped me touching her -- that my fantasy lover actually craved the touch of me, her fantasy lover. And now that I knew she relished my touch, just as I relished touching her, our hands regularly roamed each other's bodies.

"My god, Linda, you're so beautiful," I whispered aloud to myself, putting to words the pride and lust swelling in my mind, wondering again what I'd done to warrant being rewarded with the company of such an exquisite creature. She'd been asleep now for nearly 8 hours; she needed to awaken soon or I knew when she did she would be groggy and unhappy. 

I also knew that just as with most young mothers, she normally suffered from sleep deprivation, so I was loath to awaken her too soon. Working nights, getting home in the wee hours of the morning and picking up her daughter who would then awaken her at a normal seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and then studying and going to school -- there was seldom that she ever got more than three or four hours sleep in a row. I'd awoken early this morning and was able to distract Lori from searching out her mother, the one constant in her young life. We'd eaten, I'd gotten her dressed, and for the first time she willingly allowed me to cart her off to day care before I returned to crawl back in bed with my co-ed lover who had now had almost eight hours of blissful, uninterrupted, sleep.

Linda had awakened me when she'd crawled into my bed at 3 am. She'd been in control of our lovemaking that time, climbing on and riding me until we'd both cum. She'd used me to relax herself -- giving me my own satisfaction in the process and in just moments, I'd be returning the favor. She was off the next two nights, and as had become our routine in just 6 short weeks, I knew she'd stay with me tonight. I'd picked up Lori from her day care the previous evening and put her to bed in the spare bedroom where Linda could check on her when she got home -- or at least when she got to my home. It wasn't "our" home yet, but I had the feeling it was rapidly heading that way. 

Reaching over with one hand, I gently drug the back of my pointer finger down her body. Starting at her collarbone, I'd caressed the sweet curve of her neck, down across her chest, watching it rise over the gentle up-swell of her breast - her nipple coming out to play as my fingernail slightly caught the uneven flesh as it passed over, then slipped back down the underside of her breast. Dragging slowly over her clean shaven pubic mound, it ducked into the crease between her leg and pussy before I slowly moved it across her thigh and past her knee to the end of my reach. 

Turning my hand over, my fingertips lightly caressed back up her thigh, stroking across her hairless pubic area feeling the perfect smoothness of her skin. Up and across her stomach, I noticed the way my finger fit perfectly into the concave curve where her breast rose from her body. I slid my finger beneath her near breast and repeated for the far one before gently cupping it with my open hand. Her nipple fit perfectly in the opening between my thumb and first finger; as her nipple grew to my touch I closed my hand squeezing the rising nub and her breast gently.

She stirred; her body recognizing that something had changed, although she was not yet awake. That would come soon enough. Opening my hand again, I drew a circle with one finger around and around her areola, then moved back to her near breast and repeated until two pink ornaments accented the perfection of her body. Her breathing was no longer perfectly even; she stretched, her mind catching up with to the physiological responses of her body.

Her arm, previously tilted up by her head, shifted down; her hand and fingers, previously entwined in her raven black hair, instead caressed the top of my head, stroking through my hair. "Are you trying to wake me?" her somewhat groggy voice whispered. 

"Just admiring the most beautiful woman in the world... and waking her up so we can make play again."

"Ummm... such a delicious way to wake up. Can we do this every morning?" 

"Wouldn't that be nice?" I answered, watching my hand again slide down her body toward her pussy, stroking her lips, my middle finger barely slipping between them. I pressed just a bit at the top of her slit, feeling the taut little button beneath. A slight "Hmmm" of pleasure her only response. My hand moved further up, my fingers caressed her pubic area.

"Oh baby, you're so smooth, what do you do, shave every day?" I don't know why I'd never asked before.

"Not anymore -- I had my hair removed with lasers."

"Really?"

"I tried shaving for a while, but with my dark hair, in just a couple of hours I had a five o'clock shadow. If I shaved too closely, I ended up with ingrown hairs."

"Ummm. I like you naked," I said, caressing back and forth, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

"Me too." Her left hand moved up from beside her body, resting on my hand as I stroked her, following my hands movements with her own. "We better get dressed before Lori wakes up."

"She woke up long ago -- I already took her over to her daycare."

"Oooh -- we're all alone?"

"Uh, huh." 

She lifted her hand from the back of mine, moving it up to rest on her belly. I realized she'd not just been acknowledging the presence of my hand by putting hers on mine, but had been indicating that I shouldn't get too carried away. Knowing that I'd taken care of her daughter had removed that care from her conscious; moving her hand from mine gave me permission to carry on with my caresses. 

As I slipped my hand lower her legs spread inviting a more intimate touch. My fingers explored the soft warm flesh as before, only this time I lingered. Dry the first time I'd touched her, now she had a hint of wetness and radiated heat. Leaning forward, I first tickled her nipple, drawing circles now with the tip of my tongue instead of my finger, and then sucked it into my mouth. 

I didn't concentrate on any one spot on her body; instead I tried to slowly tantalize everywhere I touched; teasing her senses, her nerve endings -- everywhere - until she was ready for more. My finger found her clit, but didn't stay, not concentrating too much on any one spot. My lips momentarily relinquished her nipple, kissing and tonguing more of her breast before returning moments later to savor the little berry again. 

I saw her free hand rise from her belly, her fingers finding her far nipple, repeating by herself the attention my mouth was giving the near one. The fingers of her other hand, originally just twirling my hair, now stroked from the base of my neck to the top of my head, back and forth slowly, otherwise she was perfectly content to allow me to love on her. 

She stretched luxuriously once more, both hands rising above her head, and as she relaxed, she turned onto her side away from me. My hand slipped from between her legs and rose to her hip as she turned. Running my fingers up and down her side slowly, I was puzzled at first by her seeming rejection, but when I rolled onto my side and moved closer, my naked body against hers, when my hand caressed her bottom she bent her leg up, opening herself for a caress from behind. My fingers explored further --easily sliding into the warm wetness of her pussy. She pushed her bottom back to me and I moved forward, placing my cock into position, but as I was about to slide into her, she clinched her bottom pulling away slightly. Her hand reached back to me -- and I understood perfectly. Rolling away from her I got a condom out of the bedside drawer and moments later returned to our position. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart," I answered, sliding back in behind her. Raising her upper leg again, mine went between hers and I slid closer and in, gradually filling her with my hardness. I moved my lower leg forward, her bottom leg rose and without thinking or trying, I sandwiched her lower leg between mine where I found I could leverage my crotch against her bottom, forcing myself as deep as any position ever allowed.

We'd only been together a few short weeks, but we'd understood nearly from the start what pushed each other's buttons. For me, one was being as deep inside her as possible when I came -- that involuntary urge to force my cock into her and climb in myself, her pussy gripping my cock at the same time. One of her pleasure buttons was a highly sensitive g spot that my cock naturally and easily rubbed when I entered her from behind, and my fingers now knew exactly how to find, after the night that she'd taken me on a guided tour of her erogenous zones. And in this position, a new one for us, those two zones came together.

Not pushing all the way in, from this angle my cock was resting against her g-spot. Short, rhythmic thrusts elicited little wiggles and coos of pleasure from her. Every few thrusts I'd leverage against her with my legs, pushing more deeply into her. I'd stop at the deepest point and wiggle my hips, grinding against her, flexing my cock, almost always eliciting an "mmm" of pleasure in response. Varying the shorts and longs, the deep and shallows, it was the perfect variation to bring us both up slowly. 

The longer I kept up the slow thrusting into her body, her hips riding back to join mine, the heavier her breathing got. I slid my hand that had been resting on her waist forward under her arm and onto her breast; a soft moan of pleasure escaping her throat as my hand cupped her breast before sliding back where my fingers caressed the hard button of her nipple.

Her arm began to move, her hand reaching for her crotch, but I pulled my hand back to grab hers. "No, just relax. Let me."

Moving my upper body toward her, I changed the angle of my body with hers until I could reach down. My hand followed the heat of her body to the furnace between her legs where I found the previously hidden little love button on the first touch, simultaneously feeling the pressure of my cock rubbing from the inside. Her breath exhaled shakily, her body shuddered and then quivered in a soft orgasm instigated by my touch. 

With my own body moved up almost parallel to hers, I was no longer getting the deep penetration or the stimulation of my own cock like I had earlier. Still slowly working back and forth in her, as she came down from her first orgasm, I again pulled my upper body away from her and resumed the deeper, slow thrusting that had brought us this far.

"Ummm. God, that's so nice..." she whispered, almost to herself. When her arm again began to move for her pussy, this time I just stopped her with my voice.

"Don't touch - just let it come." I whispered, my own voice beginning to quiver. The near frictionless angle had slowed my own arousal -- but approaching my own end I was now rapidly losing control. Linda's body slowly became rigid, pushing back against me until she cried "Oh God!" her body this time convulsing in a much harder orgasm than her first. I joined her in the ultimate human experience just seconds later.

~

Lying on her side with her breasts against my torso, Linda's bare hand was slowly stroking up and down through the hair on my chest. My eyes closed, recovering; my own hand gently stroking her silky hair or naked shoulder while my mind was racing a thousand miles a minute, mulling everything that had transpired from that moment in the club where I'd seen my dream girl walking onto the stage.

"Whatcha thinking?" 

"About us, about everything." Her voice was a mere whisper in my ear. Neither of us said anything for a few moments.

"Do you remember the first time you saw me?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Really? When?"

"Why?"

"Just curious. I saw you the first time you walked into my classroom. There was something about you, even with that sweatshirt -- I couldn't keep from looking your way the whole class. Was that where you saw me first?"

"No." She paused before telling me the story. "It was the end of the previous semester. I was in the restroom, and heard two girls talking about how they had to take the class, and who should they take it with. One of them said that she wanted to take it from you, because she thought you were a hunk. The other one didn't know who you were, but the first one said they should walk by your class on the way to their next one and she'd point you out. I left the restroom just after they did, and found they were going the same way. Just as we came up on your room, you walked out, headed toward your office. I heard the one girl say "there he is," and looked up just in time to see you. After that -- I just looked up when you were teaching that class and found out that it didn't fit into my schedule. It wasn't until they added that evening class, and with just a little rearranging of my schedule, I found I could take it. So I did."

"You knew who I was before you even signed up for the class?"

"Uh huh."

"So you had your sights set on me even before the semester started?"

"Not exactly. I knew who you were, and figured it couldn't hurt to take your class, maybe have an opportunity to talk to you, get to know you a bit..." 

I thought back on all the phone calls the previous year that she'd given me. I readily shared my phone and e-mail with everyone, encouraged everyone to call whenever they had a problem they didn't understand. Few ever did, Linda had been one of those that had, and she'd called much more than once. It suddenly dawned on me that perhaps there had been more to those calls than I'd realized.

"Are you telling me all those calls for missing homework assignments weren't necessarily just for the assignment?" 

"Of course not. I never had the time to ever come by your office. I always went to work right after class, so the only way I could ever hear your voice so I could dream about you, was to call when I missed a class."

"Or when you missed a quiz, or missed a homework assignment."

"Don't remind me," she said, a finger poking me in the ribs.

I laughed. "Just keep up with everything and you won't have to offer to sleep with me for a grade." 

I knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say. Even before her body stiffened, her fingers quit moving on my chest -- I realized that it was something that shouldn't have been said.

"I'm sorry Linda. I didn't mean that the way it sounded." She didn't respond; she just laid there, her warm body suddenly feeling decidedly icy.

I remembered the evening in the club wondering, as Linda had begun a private lap dance for me, as to whether she'd worked me or not. I remembered the realization when she'd spoken about how she was going to graduate at the top of her class; how that someday she was going to be a good doctor, that I'd realized that her offer of sex for a grade truly was out of character, something that she didn't really want -- but obviously felt she had to. I'd never thought about it before, but suddenly realized the stress she must have been under, having come up against a wall; having changed her work schedule, given up needed income and increased her baby sitting costs to be able to take a class with me. Realizing what it must have been like for her finding that despite all the effort in doing her classwork and in the attempts to maybe get to know me, her efforts had backfired and her straight "A" record, the record that she hoped would someday be noted as "Summa Cum Laude" on her degree, was about to disappear. I remembered her coming to me, practically begging me -- for something, anything, that she could do to get those few more points, to maintain her perfect record through all her adversity.

And I had turned her down. Me the prick; me the hard nose; me the "just add up the points and as long as you get 90 percent you've got an A" Professor had turned her away, refusing at first to acknowledge that sometimes the world wasn't all just black and white. I remembered how she'd come back after the next class, presented her transcript, allowed me to peruse it while she'd pleaded her case once more. Having gotten to know the real Linda for the last six weeks; gotten to know the Linda who was a mother, the Linda who wanted nothing more from life than to just be given a fair shake -- I now knew how low she had to have been to have offered herself in trade for something that seemed otherwise unattainable.

"I'm sorry Baby. I know that wasn't funny." I decided to just shut up, probably the wisest thing I'd done in quite a while. 

The stiffness of her body gradually relaxed, her fingers began moving again, and suddenly she giggled. "You're right," she said, turning her face, surprisingly stern, up to look at me, "THAT wasn't funny." Her face broke into a smile as she giggled again and said "But it sure was funny when I asked if I was going to have to put out for Rick and Dr. B to get a good grade next semester. You should have seen your face." We both laughed, she settled back down onto my chest.

"Linda?" I asked, a few moments later after our mutual laughter had died away.

"Huumm?"

"What would you have done if I had taken you up on your offer, told you to come over to my house for a private tutoring lesson or whatever? Would you have taken me up on it?"

She didn't answer; just lay there against my chest, fingers stroking my chest. I could tell there wasn't any anger at my question, she was just thinking. "I don't know," she finally answered truthfully. "On the one hand, I could see it all slipping away -- everything I'd worked so hard for. I was looking for something, anything, that wouldn't let that happen. On the other hand, I've always said I'd never whore myself out, I'd never get that desperate." A few moments later she continued. "I can tell you one thing though...."




The Student Ch. 02



"What's that?"

She turned her face up to me again, "If you had -- we'd have never ended up like this." She looked at me for few moments before again resting her head on my shoulder. "And truthfully, I really didn't think you would. At least I hoped you wouldn't."

"You know, it's funny, but before I was first hired, trading a grade for sex wasn't anything that even crossed my mind until they brought it up during first time teacher orientation. They talked about ethics and grades being made upon class activities alone and keeping personal life away from classroom activities."

"So you never thought about it?"

"Oh I wouldn't say that. I had to think about it, they brought it up. The question was what would I do about it? If some young hottie came up offering her body to me in trade for a better grade, would I -- could I -- take her up on it? I decided long ago it just wasn't worth it and I've never based a grade on anything except the coursework." Neither of us said anything for a while.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Huh?" I responded, not understanding her question. "You mean you?"

"No -- before me. After your marriage, what did you do for sex?"

"Oh." The thoughts came rushing back; things I hadn't thought about in multiple weeks, things from my life before Linda. I thought of the women I'd seen, all the women I'd dated, in the last three years since my divorce. Samantha was the first, the sister of a friend that had gotten married; we'd met at his wedding -- and dated for a couple of months. There were a couple of one time dates that just didn't click, a few multiple dates that were fun but going nowhere, and several one night stands that although the sex was hot, we both knew it was just sex. It was mutually enjoyable to be sure, but there was nothing else memorable about them. And then of course there was Mary Richards, professor of American Literature; besides Samantha the closest thing I'd had to a girlfriend in the last three years -- at least before Linda.

Mary had greeted me and introduced herself to me at an all-day staff meeting; later she'd waved me over and I'd sat and had lunch with her and several other professors that she introduced me to. That afternoon as the meeting came to an end I asked her if she'd like to go get a drink or dinner somewhere, and she'd answered that she didn't date where she worked. I told her it didn't have to be a date, I just needed to get dinner and if she'd like to join me, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. 

We'd sat and talked until they closed the place down around us. When we got outside, I asked her if she'd like to go get a drink and keep talking, and she answered "My place or yours?" We never did get the drink, but did spend the rest of the weekend in bed.

Mary turned out to be the proverbial "friend, with benefits." She wasn't looking for a spouse (neither was I) just companionship -- and sex. We'd gotten together quite regularly, at least every other week during the school year, ever since we'd met. She would travel and do other things during the summers, but as soon as school started up again, I expected she'd be calling to let me know she was back. But truthfully, she hadn't crossed my mind in over two months. 

I told this all to Linda, who apparently accepted it for what it was -- past history. Moments later she changed the subject. "What do you like about me?"

"Oh my god, Linda, what's not to like?" I answered without hesitation. "You're gorgeous -- you're every man's fantasy. You're sexy, you're intelligent, you're cuddle-able and you've got plans. You're not just drifting along waiting for whatever life throws your way; you're taking the risk to go after what you want. You turn me on just by looking at me - I like everything about you." 

"What about stripping? Does that bother you?" I almost replied flippantly, but sensed that this was as much or more important than the previous question.

"You know, I'm not sure. At times, I'm madly jealous -- I know when you're at work, that every horny guy in town is ogling your naked body, wanting to be in bed with you. And then I realize that when you're climbing into bed with someone -- it's me you're climbing in bed with. It's the never ending internal battle. When you've got a beautiful woman by your side, you want guys to envy you, to be able to strut like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever and say "See this beautiful woman on my arm? She's all mine!" But then on the other hand, you want to keep her to yourself, to never share her with anyone again. I don't think I could stand it if I knew that guys like Ray were out pawing you every night, but knowing that you stick to the rules makes it not so bad."

"You know most of them test the rules eventually."

"Test?" I asked, questioning her choice of words.

"Yeah. Some of them are so cute, they think they're being subtle by reaching out to my feet or calves or arms, which I really wouldn't mind if it stayed there, but if I don't say "uh-uh", the hands always start moving upward. The really obnoxious ones, like your buddy Ray, they just grab for a tit or my pussy. You learn to recognize the signs, to be able to spin or move out of the way when they do. Generally all it takes is a "no" and they behave, but not always. I finally kneed Ray when he grabbed my boob for the umpteenth time, but since then he's been good."

The thought of Ray ogling my girl, grabbing for my girl, was the ultimate example of what I'd just said to Linda. On the one hand, that he was ogling her, and having to pay good money to do what I got for free made me smug; but on the other hand, that he'd laid a hand on my girl, grabbed her boobs, and I'm sure her ass, and probably pussy at the same time made me angry. I remembered that one night where I'd been with her, remembered that when my hand had found her pantied ass, her naked hip -- that I hadn't gotten my hand swatted, I hadn't gotten rebuffed from my lecherous caress of her nude or semi-nude body. 

"Have you ever let anyone touch you? I mean -- more than just a passing caress?" I asked the question, already knowing that her answer would be no. But the pause, the lack of an immediate forthcoming answer caused me to question my own assuredness that I knew what the answer would be before the answer actually came out of her mouth.

"Yes. Once." I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding my head in torment at the unexpected response. She had? At work? I hadn't explicitly said had anyone ever touched her at work, but obviously with a three year old someone had more than touched her in the past so she must know exactly what I'd meant. Obviously if she'd had to tell people "no" constantly, and she'd had to knee Ray and probably others, she'd been touched without permission in the past, but here she said she'd let someone touch her -- on purpose -- a whole different scenario. 

My emotions swung from one end of the pendulum to the other, as everything about Linda that I knew went through my mind in that split second. MY GIRL? My girl had allowed someone to fondle her? My girl had allowed some horny bastard to put his hands on her body; the body that I, and every other horny bastard that had paid good money to see her parade it before our eyes, had desired? It didn't seem right, something in the equation didn't add up.

"You... Let someone put their hands on you -- at the club?"

Her answer wasn't what I expected. "You make it sound so nasty when you say it that way."

"How should it sound?'" I answered snipingly, knowing in my mind that if she'd let someone fondle her body that it was only a step away from more sexual things -- things that would forever brand her as just another whore. I didn't want to think that way, but my mind immediately jumped from A to Z, forgetting that every destination has a path, and forgetting that every path doesn't have the same destination.

"It wasn't like that." She responded, her voice betraying that she was upset at me, upset at my conclusion.

"Then how was it?" I asked, trying to ease away from the snipping tone, telling myself I had no right to put her down, to pre-judge, to move her off the pedestal that I had her on in my mind.

Her tone was almost apologetic, almost begging for forgiveness when she answered again, "It wasn't like that." She paused; I waited for her to collect her thoughts.

"There was this group of guys," she continued, her voice soft -- barely loud enough to be heard. "We see them all the time. Virgin frat boys, out to show off for their buddies; show that they're hot stuff with the women. Grooms out for their bachelor parties; one way or another, they're all the same -- looking to make a show of looking at naked women like they do it all the time, but most of the time the young ones are really too shy to actually even ask a woman out. In this one group there was a guy that they kept needling, giving a hard time to. I didn't realize at first what they were up to until I stopped by to see if they wanted private lap dances. I couldn't get the guy they were needling to even look at me, until I realized he always turned his ears toward me instead of his eyes. At first I wasn't sure, but when I put on my best flirt, sliding in behind him, running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest, it was obvious he was following me with his ears. His head turned his ears toward me, but his eyes never followed me, and that's when I realized it wouldn't do any good -- he was blind."

"I realized his buddies were rubbing it in as much as anything. I listened to what they were saying, and realized they were more describing what they were seeing more to put themselves higher than him than they were to let him see what they were seeing. I whispered in his ear, asked him if he really couldn't see and he said "yes, but there's more to seeing than what greets the eyes." When I asked him what he meant, he leaned his head back toward me and inhaled. He said "like that; you can't deny the smell of a beautiful woman, you can't deny the sound, the voice, of a beautiful woman. There are a lot of women that are beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside. When you use your other senses, you aren't fooled by the outer beauty that will someday disappear." He reached up with his hand and stroked the side of my face, feeling my cheek and ear and face and hair. I swear, I've never felt something so sensual as when he was looking at me with his hands." Her voice had softened even more as she spoke, I could tell she was reliving the recollection as she related it to me.

"When a guy is looking at you, ogling you, you always know it. You can sense when he's leering at your ass or boobs; that he wants to manhandle you. But with this guy -- I could feel that his hands were substituting for his eyes, that he wasn't just looking at tits and ass, but at my face, at my eyes, and nose, and mouth and hair, concentrating on every facet of me, enjoying every attribute of me."

"I just stood there, letting him feel my hair and face, knowing that for him, that was the closest he'd ever get to actually seeing me -- and loving every moment of it. And then a couple of his so-called buddies started needling him. I swear one of them was just like Ray, a real dick. He hollered something to him about asking me for a lap dance - that maybe I'd get naked and let him feel my face at the same time and then started howling in laughter -- and it ticked me off. Here they were supposed to be his friends, and in reality they were making themselves feel bigger by belittling him. It made me mad. My face was right by his ear at the time, and I just whispered that when I came back he should ask me for a lap dance and I'd let him look at me anywhere -- just like they did.

When I came by again a bit later and asked if anyone would like a lap dance he said "I would." One of his buddies said "Dude! She's practically naked right in front of you, and you can't tell the difference," and they all broke down in hysterics. I just took his hand and led him to the back room.

"I told him the rules said there is no touching allowed, but that he was allowed to look all he wanted, so if he needed to look with his hands, that met the rules. When I straddled him and sat on his knees, at first he just reached up to touch my face again. I could tell he was leery about really looking at me, so I asked him if he wanted to see me naked like his buddies did. He said he did, but still didn't get the hint, so I took my bra and panties off and straddled his knees again, but I still had to physically put his hands on my breasts before he got the idea that I really was going to let him 'look' at me." 

"I swear, I've never been touched so sensually before. I love it when you touch me, when you finger me, and suck my nipples, and kiss me, and feel me -- but with you, you're not looking at me with your hands, you're always paying attention to multiple locations. You've got my nipple in your mouth and your fingers between my legs and your other hand on my ass. With him -- there was nothing except his fingertips. When he ran his fingers over my arm and felt my elbow -- I knew that he was really looking at my elbow -- not some appendage that happened to be by my boobs where he was really looking. When he touched my neck, it was like fire on my skin. Even when he touched my breasts, I could tell he was really admiring them, looking at them, and not just fondling me for his own gratification. 

He ran his fingers everywhere, my toes and heels, my butt and back, everywhere except my pussy. He'd run his fingers up the inside of my thighs a couple of times, but didn't actually touch me until I told him again it was ok to look everywhere if he wanted. After that the third song was just coming to an end, so I stood up and told him that we were out of time.

When he asked how much he owed me, I told him nothing -- but that he'd have to keep it a secret how I'd let him look at me. I told him he could tell his buddies I'd rubbed against him and teased him like everyone else -- but that he could only say I'd let him touch my face and hair."

Somehow, hearing what she had to say totally relieved the angst that had run through my mind when she first said she had let someone touch her. The mental image of slutty lust had turned to one of caring beauty. Somehow I actually felt proud that she'd allowed someone with disadvantages to, at least for a few moments, be just a regular guy.

"Did he tell the others?"

"I don't think so. I did get requests for lap dances from many of them, but for the most part they made no attempt to touch -- other than the prerequisite 'test' of the rules. Later when they were leaving I was up front and greeted them, told them to hurry back. When he reached for me, I leaned over and gave him a hug and he whispered into my ear "You're a beautiful person, Brook. Thank you."

We just lay there a while before I said "I thought I was going to be jealous when you said someone had fondled you."

"And you're not?"

"No, I'm really not."

"Even if I said it turned me on?" 

"Did it?"

"Oh my god, yes. Most of the time, dancing is just a job. Even though I don't mind anymore taking off my clothes and having guys ogle me, that wasn't the case to begin with. That was the first time anyone had really aroused me. His hands were so soft, so sensual. I didn't even realize how much he'd turned me on until I told him he could touch my pussy. I didn't even know my clit was erect until his finger found it and I almost came just from his touch. That's really why I told him it was the end, although the song really was ending, too." 

Somehow the confession of her arousal, of her almost cumming, came across in my mind as an "Of course" afterthought; but what my mind latched onto up front was the two words "first time." As in, although the blind man was the first, he wasn't the only. 

"The first one?" I questioned.

"The first one what?" She asked back, not understanding.

"You said 'he was the first one' to turn you on. That means there have been others?"

"Am I detecting a little jealousy?" she answered, avoiding the question. I knew she was right, that's exactly what that question was aimed at. I hadn't thought about it, but the idea of my Linda getting turned on by horny Johns paying for her time -- gave me a pang or two of jealousy. So I admitted it.

"There was only one other," she admitted, to my querying about whom else had turned her on. "Oh my God, was he a babe. He had these strong sensual fingers, and muscular arms and legs and shoulders. And OMG lips that were so kissable. If he'd tried, I'd have kissed him, but he didn't."

"Did he touch you?" I asked.

"Just a little; not like the other guy. But I wouldn't have stopped you if you had." 

Sometimes I can be so dense -- it didn't click that she was talking about me until she finished her last sentence. Grinning, I pulled her up to me and kissed her; a long, slow, sensuous embrace with lots of tongues and sucking. Relinquishing the kiss, she settled back down, now totally on her side with her head on my upper arm. Her upper arm ran down my body, found my semi-hard erection and just held it, saying nothing.

"Now what are you thinking about?" I asked when she'd made no attempt to move for several minutes.

"Just wondering what turns you on? What things do you fantasize about?"

"Besides you?" I teased, sliding my hand onto her naked bottom. "Well, let's see. I love seeing a sexy young thing wearing a thong bikini on the beach. Painted swimsuits -- I've never seen one in person but by the pictures I've seen they are sexier than hell.... Let me see, I like it when you wear sexy lingerie under your clothes for me," I paused thinking and then continued, "In fact, I love all kinds of lingerie; sexy nighties, and bras and panties. And I absolutely love open cupped bras, there is nothing sexier to me than a woman dressed to the nines with her nipples hard as rocks, begging to be looked at, unless it's a sexy woman in a form fitting dress that makes you wonder whether she's wearing anything underneath at all."

"Anything else?"

"Well of course there are always the movies, everyone likes porn movies... Oh, nipple jewelry! I love nipple decorations -- you know, like Janet Jackson's Superbowl flash? I love that, but not her nipple piercings, the stick on kind. I think that's sexy as hell." I paused, thinking, and said, "Almost anything about you turns me on. Why?"

"Because you started getting hard when I was telling you about the blind guy."

"I did?"

"Uh-huh. I was watching," she said, her hand now gently stroking my penis. "Does that turn you on, the idea of someone else touching me?" 

I didn't know how to answer -- I wasn't sure. Was my body betraying me, telling me that I did, while in the pit of my stomach I knew I didn't?

"I don't think so," I answered truthfully, and then realized what it was. "It was more the image -- watching someone else have sex that turns me on."

"Umm. That can be fun too."

"What, watching? Like a porn flick?"

"Porn is nice, watching someone else is too."

"Have you ever watched someone?" Her head nodded against my chest; I could tell she was answering affirmatively. I didn't say anything and eventually she told me.

"My girlfriend Laura and I were on a double date with our boyfriends. We went to the movies, and went back to her boyfriend's studio apartment afterward to watch TV. My boyfriend Donnie and I were on the couch, they were lying on his bed. We really were watching TV at first. We'd turned the lights out, the only light in the room was from the TV itself, but after a while we were making out and nobody was watching the TV. I was in my boyfriend's lap facing him while we were kissing. He was feeling me up; he had his hands in my shirt and had pushed my bra off, but with me facing away from Laura and her boyfriend I knew even if they looked at us they really weren't going to be seeing anything. We'd been making out pretty heavy when I could tell that Donnie was getting distracted. I looked over at the bed, and Laura was on her knees, topless, sucking her boyfriend off. She was sideways on the bed and knew we were watching, I saw her glance our way a couple of times. At first I was shocked, but I couldn't look away. I could see everything, when she took him in her mouth, when she was licking and teasing. 




The Student Ch. 02



I didn't even realize that Donnie had unzipped his pants until he took my hand and slid it down to his cock. I gripped him and started to stroke but he whispered "suck me." I told him no way, but he said please -- and about that time Laura's boyfriend groaned and when I glanced back she was stroking him and he was shooting all over her tits. I watched until she let go and slid back up beside him, and then I started kissing my boyfriend again. We kissed for a minute, but he asked me again to suck him, so I did. My back was to the bed, so I knew they weren't seeing much except my back, but Laura's boyfriend said "Hey! No fair -- we want to watch too." Donnie had me move back onto my knees beside him, and I did." 

By the time Linda had finished telling me this, what with her stroking my cock and telling me her naughty tale, I was again hard as a rock. This time, Linda got the condom, and climbed on top, cowgirl. 

"Did you ever watch someone do it?" She asked later after we'd settled back onto the bed, sated, at least for the moment.

I hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "Just once." 

"And did you like it?" she prodded when I didn't continue. 

"That time wasn't arousing in the least. I came home from work unexpectedly and found my wife on top of her lover with her pussy on his face and his cock in her mouth."

"I'm sorry," she said after several moments of awkward silence. "I didn't know."

"No need to be sorry -- shit happens. That's all over, ancient history." I rolled up onto my side, facing her, and lifted her chin so I could kiss her again. Before I kissed her I said, "But that doesn't mean I haven't fantasized about watching... Or being watched, or having a threesome, or being in a porn tape. Sometimes our fantasies and nightmares are one and the same." I leaned in, her lips meeting mine, her hand coming behind my head. What I intended as a final kiss before we got up to get something to eat, she obviously had other intentions about.

"My goodness," I said when I'd pulled back momentarily from her face, "You're certainly the horny little devil today, aren't you?"

She giggled; a naughty, happy, sexy giggle, and said "I always am just before I ovulate. On those days, it's like I can't get enough." She pulled my face back to hers where I readily settled in, feeling her passion arising again just from my kiss. I wasn't surprised when her hand slid down to find my cock again, and I also wasn't surprised that although her kiss had been hot enough to melt an iceberg -- Willy hadn't yet arisen from the dead.

"I'm sorry baby; it's going to take a few more minutes. You've about wore me out." She reached up and stroked my face, looking me in the eyes and nodded. Her finger traced down to my lips, and I kissed it, reaching up and taking her hand in mine. She looked sheepish, adorably sucking her lower lip between her teeth before she looked from my lips and her finger into my eyes.

"What?" I questioned.

"I've never asked anyone this before...."

"What's that?" I probably would have realized where she was going if I'd just thought about it.

"Will you... use your tongue on me? Will you eat me?" 

"Ummm. Of course baby, I'd love to." I leaned in and kissed her lips and stroked her cheek with my fingers before beginning to turn and move my face downward, planting kisses along her body on the way.

I really meant it when I said "I'd love to;" loving Linda's pussy with my mouth, getting up close and personal with her womanhood was something that I enjoyed and had done many times. Being completely hairless, there was never any prickly stubble or curly hairs to mar my experience with her pussy. I've heard a woman's pussy described as a flower, an orchid; her lips as petals, her clit as her stamen and Linda's pussy was every bit of that. 

She spread her legs for me, although not enough, as I approached but I already knew from experience the more aroused she got the wider her legs would naturally spread, and the more her flower would open for me. Initially her smooth outer lips were closed, although already swollen a bit more than normal; the wrinkled skin of her inner lips protruding from between were just long enough for me to nibble with my lips. Her vagina was still closed; although often just before orgasm it too would gap open, showing me her pinkness, begging for my cock or tongue or fingers to visit. There was as yet no sign of her clit, although I knew a little pressure above her labia or just spreading her lips with my fingers would disclose its exact location to my tongue. Soon enough it would swell, growing half an inch or more from its present state until it too peaked out just before orgasm, begging for attention from the outside world.

I'd discovered over the previous weeks that too much attention with my hands to her clit would get her off too fast, keeping direct stimulation to just my tongue and lips was much better. Suckling her lips, sliding my tongue between them and down, into her vagina, and only occasionally licking up across her clitoral area always seemed to elicit the most moans and longest teasing. When I went too fast, her legs wouldn't spread as much before she came -- but when I took it long and slow, she spread herself before me, whether consciously or not -- begging for more attention, begging for my mouth to take her to the Promised Land.

Licking up and across the top of her pussy to leave saliva for slipperiness, I brought my fingers into play while I moved my mouth back down and suckled and tongued her labia and vagina. Splitting my fingers, I slid one down each side of her clit, pressing against the soft flesh, pushing against the pubic bone beneath. Around either side, not quite touching, then pressing above her clit and rubbing back and forth -- I refused to actually touch her clit until it had swollen enough to pop out from its protective flesh. My nose and tongue savored her secretions, the smell and taste of an aroused woman the ultimate aphrodisiac. I brought my other hand into play, slipping first one, and then a second finger into her now lubricated pussy to stimulate from the inside as well. Linda shifted beneath me, her legs spreading just a little wider as her flower opened for me. Her inner pussy lips had swollen, now a little plumper than when I'd started. Her vagina was wrapped around my fingers; just a little more spreading would be showing me pinkness. Another swipe of my tongue up across her lips, this time I felt the hard bump of her clit about to protrude from between them. A light back and forth buzz-saw over the area elicited a moan of approval before I moved away, careful not to give her too much too fast. 

Lifting up momentarily, I slid around her legs on the bed, putting my body between her legs which spread just a little wider, giving me easier access. Her vaginal opening was now glistening with her juices and my saliva which I added to with my tongue. Slipping lower I tongued her perineum and slipped my tongue into her vagina as far as possible, before sliding upward, keeping it deep between her labial folds. This time her clit was almost exposed, and the moisture spread by my tongue and stimulation of my visit were enough so that when I pulled away, this time the tip of the tiny pink pearl was exposed, peaking from between her fleshy folds.

By now her labia had also expanded, not just plumper but longer, easier to suckle. I didn't yet pay much attention to her clit, instead keeping the focus of my rubbing and teasing further down; knowing that her legs would spread yet another notch, her clit would extend another fraction of an inch, and when it did -- suckling it would change the quivering and quaking of her flower into a full blown orgasm. I slipped my fingers back inside her, finding her practically gushing with moisture, and rubbed against the upper side of her vagina while I suckled more of her labia, my other hand rubbing around her clit. This time when I pulled away, slipping my fingers out, her vagina remained open, visibly begging for a visit from my once again rock hard cock. 

"Are you ready to cum?" I teased, just before slipping my tongue into her open vagina -- and then once again sliding upward between her lips. A moan of pleasure, joined by an upward pressure from her body as she tried to press herself up against my tongue, was her only response.

I made my tongue as stiff as possible, gradually working between her lips, moving closer and closer to the pink pearl now fully exposed above. Taking my fingers I pulled her lips away, exposing her clit, making it extend from her body as much as possible; making it appear very much like a small, erect penis. With the first touch of my tongue her body recoiled, pulled back from its quest to press itself against my plundering mouth. But now with her clit exposed and swollen her body ran out of room to withdraw and I slithered my tongue around and over it, the fingers of my other hand sliding back into her pussy to press against the area from the inside, a moan of pleasure escaping her as I did. Sliding my mouth down, I wrapped my lips around the tiny button, sucking inward while at the same time running my tongue back and forth against the hard little nub.

Her hips once again pressed upward, trying to compensate for my too soft tongue, trying to increase the stimulation. Her hand, until now intertwined in the sheets of the bed, found the back of my head, holding me in place, trying to force my mouth to increase the stimulation. At last, with a sharp grunt of "oh" escaping her mouth, her body quivered, quaked, contracted and tried to pull back from beneath my tongue and lips as her orgasm washed over her. I stayed with her, extending the pleasure as long as I could, until I could tell she'd fallen off the other side of the peak. Once again sliding outside her legs, I climbed back up the bed beside her, where her arms wrapped around me, holding me close as she recovered.

I just held her, letting her melt against me for several minutes, feeling the tenseness of her body fade away until she whispered "Thank you. You always do that so nice." I slowly stroked her hair and back of her head in response. Turning her head up to me, I leaned in to kiss her, her response open mouthed and warm. Her free hand reached across her body to mine, finding my hardness. Her leg started insinuating itself beneath me, gently moving me between her legs. Rolling between her legs, now opened for me again, her hand guided me in place into her wet and silky warmth.

I didn't at first even recognize why the feeling was so exquisite. I slid in, so much easier than normal, bottomed out and pulled out again slowly, the silky smoothness of her vagina suckling my cock, enticing me to do it again. Sliding back in, her legs now wrapped around behind mine, I'm not sure what it was that made me suddenly realize we hadn't put a condom on. I groaned and stopped my motion, not wanting to pull out, not wanting to go on without her extra need for safety. 

"What's wrong?" She asked, sensing my groan had been a complaint, rather than pleasure. 

"No condom," I whispered in her ear, beginning to leverage myself out of her body. 

"Oh shit," her response as expected, except that as I continued to pull out, her hands reached my butt, grabbing and holding me. "Stay for minute." I slid back down, fully engulfed in her again and stopped. 'It's ok, just don't cum in me until we get one." 

I was just lying there on my elbows looking into her face, her eyes focusing on me, and then closing. When they closed, her hips and pelvis began churning beneath me. I felt her pussy contract, twisting, turning, playing with the rigid hardness that was inside her.

"Oh God, Linda. You feel so good."

"Ummm. So do you." Her movements stilled, her eyes coming open. "You'd better put a condom on now." Seconds later, mission accomplished, I slid my jacketed erection back into place. "Ugg," she moaned in half-hearted protest, "not nearly as nice." 

When she got up to go to the bathroom, I got up and went to make lunch. She joined me in the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing one of my tee shirts that on her looked like a very short mini-dress. Turning to her I opened my arms and she slid into them, her arms going around me. I gave her a hug and a brief kiss, but rather than releasing from the hug when I did, she held her arms tightly around me just a moment longer. "You even make my t-shirts look good," I said, sliding a hand down and under the edge, fondling her bare bottom for a moment. 

"And you make any kitchen sexier walking around naked," she responded. As I turned away, her hand followed, slapping my bare butt playfully. "Do you always cook in the nude?"

"Just when my girlfriend's daughter isn't around to interrupt my seductions of her mother," I responded with a laugh. "How come you got all modest and dressed? What, you can walk around work all naked and sexy, but have to get dressed to walk around me?" I teased. 

"Yeah," she giggled, "but at work it's all about the tease. It's all look and don't touch - and we can touch all we want. And I love looking at your butt," she said as she walked up behind me, her hands sliding onto my butt before going around me, hugging me from behind. It was as if she didn't want to let me go.

"After lunch I'll get you to do one of your strip teases out of that t-shirt and we'll look and touch to our hearts content."

"Umm, now that sounds like fun." 

~

"School starts again next Monday," she said halfway through lunch. 

"Don't I know it," I answered, thinking immediately to all the work I needed to do to get ready. I'd already begun digging out lesson plans; revamping, reviewing, preparing, and the more I did early, the easier it would be later. It was certainly a far cry from the first semester I'd taught where I'd had to spend two to three hours for each class in preparation. Now I spent just a fraction of that, but it's time that has to be spent, and not something that we got paid directly for. 

"I'm not going to be able to spend as much time with you, you know," she offhandedly mentioned. That thought had crossed my own mind; wondering how in the coming semester it would work, what with me working weekdays and off nights, her working nights and the weekends and going to school. In essence she was working two jobs, sixteen hours a day. With me teaching days, her sleeping, going to school and studying days and evenings and then working nights - as well as taking care of a daughter -- there just wasn't much time where we would actually be able to see each other.

"We'll have to see how it works out." I answered, my mind suddenly wondering how I was going to handle having my lover in my classes with me. I thought again of Mary Richards and what I was going to say to her when she called next week, and I had no doubt that she would call. Linda pushed back from the table, and my attention returned to the present.

"Come on," she said, reaching her hand out. I stood and took her hand as she led me into the living room. Walking me up to the middle of the couch, she said "Sit," and I did. "Stay there, I'll be right back," she said with an impish smile on her face. Turning she headed toward the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Just sit there, I'll be right back," she answered as she turned into the bedroom and out of sight. 

It was several long minutes before she hollered at me from down the hall to close my eyes. "Keep them shut until I tell you," she said as I heard her enter the room. I complied, following her movements around the room with my ears. She moved the coffee table, and then went to the stereo, turning it on. Moments later she was in front of me just as a song started up. "Ok" she said, and I opened my eyes.

"You said you wanted a strip tease," she said, a taunting smile on her face. Standing in front of me, she had on what I recognized as her cowgirl outfit from work. Unlike some of the outfits I knew she wore, this one almost could have been worn in public. Almost. Tight, form fitting, black shorts pulled up into her pussy creating a perfect camel toe ended at a bare midriff accenting her diamond belly stud. A tight white blouse opened to a single button between her breasts and tied below that, a black bra visibly contrasting through the white of the blouse. On her head rode a white cowboy hat, a tie string dangling below her chin. Leaning forward, she put her hands on my knees, so I reached up for her. "Uh, uh, uh," she said, pulling back out of reach, wagging a finger at me. "You know the rules, no touching." I dropped my hands back to my knees, and she smiled. "So what's it going to be Cowboy? Three for sixty, or half an hour for a buck and a half?" 

"Oh! Definitely half an hour; 3 songs wouldn't be nearly enough."

The only thing that really would have been any better with her cowgirl outfit would have been a set of cowboy boots, but she just would have had to take them off and cowboy boots can be a pain that way. Even in bare feet, she was one hell of a sultry cowgirl. It didn't take long and the hat disappeared, and my sexy girlfriend was doing all she could to entice me with her body. Sliding onto her knees straddling me, she moved her breasts right up next to my nose. Turning slightly as she pulled away again, her right breast brushed my face. Moving her face up next to me, she exhaled gently on my ear, her face brushing mine as she pulled away. Unconsciously I reached for her legs; without hesitation her hands caught mine, removing them, and put them back on my own legs. It was as if she knew what I was going to do. 

Turning sideways, she sat down on my lap, running her hands across my naked chest, her fingernails dragging across my nipples. I hadn't even realized how I had gotten hard, but she did. Turning completely in my lap so her back was to me she pushed her bottom against my crotch, grinding it momentarily against my hardened member before sliding her bottom out and her head back up to my chest and the right side of my neck. Her left arm rose, stroking down across my ear and face, and continued right down beside her own body to once again catch my hand that had just found her waist and begun to caress the body that had been mine to play with for weeks now. Stopping me as she did, refusing to allow me the caresses of her body that I know she enjoyed just as much as I did, was just that much hotter.

She didn't stay in my lap for long. Arching her back, giving me a nice view down her chest, I could just see the lacy portion of her bra peeking out from behind the single button and tied cloth just as the first disco song came to an end and she stood without using her hands to push off, showing the muscles and athleticism that she'd developed from her regular workouts. 

As the next song began, her fingers went to work playing with the tie of the shirt below her breasts. Soon the ends of the shirt were in one hand, and then as she turned her back to me once again, she drew her arms to the side, exposing herself to the opposite side of my living room, pointedly not showing me her body. Pulling the shirt back across herself, she turned to face me, once again holding the shirt closed. Teasingly she moved the cloth further and further out from the bottom, exposing more and more of the bottom of her bra, but not yet showing me her breasts. Almost exposing on the left, then almost on the right, finally her hands released the tension on the blouse and slid the whole thing outward, for the first time showing me that her bra was only half there -- her exposed breasts supported, but not covered. Her hard pink nipples, peeking over the top of her bra cups, shared with me that she was enjoying this little tease as much as I was. Despite that I'd been playing and loving on her breasts for weeks now, displayed on her bra like they were I was mesmerized enough that I didn't even realize when she took the shirt completely off. 




The Student Ch. 02



This is often the point at a strip joint where I'd reposition my cock to relieve the increasing strain inside my pants. But, as I was already completely naked, it just seemed natural when my right hand drifted over and gripped my totally rigid member. Almost as quickly as she'd grabbed my hands earlier when they'd drifted to her body, she bent over, her face right in mine and with a purr said "Uh, uh Buster, he's mine!" and expertly pulled my right hand away from my cock. With her face so close to me, she totally missed seeing as I raised my left hand. Momentarily I cupped her right breast before she responded. This time, rather than grabbing my hand to guide it away, instead her hand came up across my face, shocking me with the intensity of the slap.

"Now, now, baby -- enjoy the show but hands off the merchandise." I could hear "Brook, The Stripper" in her tone of voice. With an impish grin she winked and turned away. Bending over stretched the cloth of her shorts still tighter against her ass, the shape of a thong pantie showing through. Twisting away, playing with the edge, she let me watch as she worked the snap loose, slowly snaking the zipper down until a touch of black pantie showed. Turning and bending over again, this time she worked the short shorts off her bottom, exposing the perfect skin of her ass to my eyes a tantalizing inch at a time.

From behind her bottom was totally naked. The string of the thong disappeared at the bottom and reappeared at the top of her delectable ass connecting to the two flat straps that extended around and across her hips to an as yet unseen piece of cloth between her legs. She literally peeled her shorts from her bottom and waist until they were loose enough and they slithered down her legs. Stepping out with one foot, she then tossed the pants to one side with her other just as yet another song came to an end. Standing and not moving, facing away from me and crossing her arms, her hands covered her naked breasts. From the back she was now totally naked, the flawless globes of her ass totally exposed except for two visible straps from the top of her thong wrapping around to the front of her body. As the new song began she turned to face me, her pussy covered, but certainly not hidden, by the stretchy nylon patch that stopped just above her clit. Whether it had been form fitted just to her I don't know, but it did nothing to hide her -- rather it accented the camel toe of her pouty and swollen lips. I absently reached for my cock again, but stopped as her eyes watched me and her head cocked slightly sideways in a "don't you dare" movement. Realizing what I'd been about to do, I moved my hand back from my cock, and rather than set it on my leg, moved both hands down under my thighs palm up -- sitting on them. 

"Good boy," she giggled, turning and spinning, showing me her now almost naked body. At one point she opened her fingers, her rosy nipples peeking from between her fingers. As she turned again, I saw that although her nipples still peeked from between them, her fingers closed and opened, and then closed and opened again; her hands moving up and down as she caressed her breasts. Turning around yet again, the next time when she turned back, her hands had slid underneath, cupping her breasts along with the still present lacy black bra, her thumb and forefinger on each hand rolling, pulling and caressing her nipples, no longer hiding them from my view. Gradually she stepped up to me and leaned in, her knees spreading and landing on the couch as she straddled me. Still playing with her breasts she leaned back arching her back until her erect nipples, poking from between her fingers, were just inches in front of my face. Slowly she slipped her fingers away from her breasts, putting her hands out and onto my shoulders, for the first time giving me an extended close up view of her magnificent orbs and the hard little raisins protruding from them. Moving closer and closer to my face I didn't even notice that she was shifting her weight until she stood, her feet now on the couch as she straddled me, her thong covered pussy moving up to just inches from my face.

Shifting her legs back and forth with the music, her hands moved back from my shoulders, spreading against the bare skin of her legs before moving in to grab the cloth of her thong. Pulling it still tighter and then relaxing again, she stroked her pointer fingers up and down her still covered labia. She slipped three fingers under the cloth of her panty, two fingers spreading out and coming back up the sides as the third slipped through the crease of her pussy. Making sure I was watching, she pulled her hand out and up to her mouth where with a wicked grin she sucked the end of her middle finger into her mouth. Her hand went to her crotch again, staying outside her thong this time. Cupping her mound, her middle finger obviously pushing harder as she drew her fingers back up, a stronger indentation between her lips became visible, and tellingly a small dark spot appeared near the bottom. Squatting where she was, gradually she sat right down on me, and slid forward until her pussy was pushing against my cock -- pushing it into that cloth indentation between her labia. 

"My God, Baby -- you're so hot," I said, my resolve to not touch disappearing rapidly. I kept my hands under my thighs, just barely, but it didn't mean we weren't touching. Separation between us had pretty much disappeared, particularly as she was now practically masturbating against me, rubbing my hard cock up and down her slit. 

She didn't say anything nor stay in one place for long. Pushing against my cock with her pussy, running her hands up to her breasts again, she was somewhat limited in her movement by her standing straddling me on the couch. Another time her hand dipped deep inside the cloth between her legs, forcing her fingers between my cock and into her pussy before stroking back up across her clit again. It lingered there momentarily, caressing the little bundle of nerves that brought her so much pleasure before gripping the cloth again. This time, she pulled the cloth tight and into her cleft, wiggling first one way and then the other as her labia popped free, the cloth riding into her frontal cleft just as the string rode up her ass. Pulling the cloth tight, she obviously masturbated with it a couple of strokes before stepping back, her left foot coming down between my legs. I moved to accommodate her, and moments later I had to spread further as she brought her second foot in.

Turning, she again bent over, her naked bottom now inches from my face as her finger began playing with the upper strap at the top of her exquisite backside. She moved it down just slightly until in one motion she pulled it down and stepped out. I realized that she'd had to get between my legs to be able to take her thong off as my legs were in the way when she'd been straddling me. Now totally naked except for the half cup bra, she stepped outside my legs again and bent over until her hands rested on my knees which pushed her bottom and her naked pussy practically into my mouth. Her ass checks were spread, her rosebud and pussy just inches in front of my eyes. She stopped, never actually touching my face, the ultimate tease. It was all I could do to not just grab her legs, to hold her bottom to me and sink my tongue into the nectar that was telling me by its smell that Linda was now one very aroused girlfriend. Turning to face me and stepping outside my legs again, she sank one last time onto my lap and pushed her naked pussy against my equally naked cock. Rocking up and down in place my upright cock slipped easily between her lips, picking up her moisture, until she pushed her pelvis forward and I felt it riding against her little man in the boat. One, two slithers up and down, and the beat of the song drifted into nothingness, her thirty minute exquisite torture coming to an end.

As the silence enveloped us suddenly she leaned forward, no longer the stripper, now the lover. Her mouth found mine, our tongues dueling for control; my stripper lover was as turned on as I was. Our long hot kiss extended, my hands were now freed to roam against her exquisite ass, free to slip between her lips to find the molten core of her being, to caress the little man she'd been blatantly rubbing against me, free to fondle her breasts. All the caresses she'd refused for nearly 30 minutes she now readily accepted, at least until I tried to twist my cock down to join her pussy.

"No!" she exclaimed, pushing back and rising. Once again she forced her legs to split mine, this time stepping onto the floor between my legs and sank to her knees.

It wasn't just that she sucked me it's that she made love to my cock. She knew exactly what to do to make me last forever, to continue her visual teasing with tactile teasing. She knew how to take me to the edge again and again -- and did. Certainly the feelings of a mouth and tongue are one of the most exquisite experiences known to man, but observing a blowjob is nearly as stimulating. Find some porn on the internet, and chances are it will start with, include, or end with a blow job. It's hard to separate the visual pleasure from the tactile pleasure, although I don't think it's possible to cum just by watching a blowjob. But here, I got both. At times she was observing my rod up close, her mouth and tongue stroking me into paradise, at other times her eyes were on mine, absorbing the pleasure radiating from my face.

She bade me slide forward to the edge of the couch and then pushed my upper body back, demanded that I sit back and enjoy, just as she had enjoyed as I'd eaten her hours earlier. Dropping to her knees between my legs her hand gripped my cock, not stroking but just holding it. Relaxing her grip, she stroked it lightly with her fingers before leaning in and touching it to her cheek. First one cheek and then the other she stroked before closing her eyes and touching it to her face everywhere, ending with a kiss on the tip. "God he's so gorgeous," she said, her eyes coming back open as she backed away a bit.

Gripping me tighter, she ran her hand up and down, gripping in a way so her hand stayed in place on the loose skin as it slid up and down the stiff flesh that rested inside. Stopping to play, she first drew as much skin as high as she could, seeing how my cock would look uncircumcised. Moments later, going the other way, she drew the loose skin to the base and held it there with one hand, slowly slipping her other hand up the now taught skin covering the shaft, ending with her cupping the head in her hand. Still holding my cock at the base, she turned and reached to the table where she retrieved a small bottle that I hadn't noticed before.

"What's that?" I questioned, watching as she flipped the lid open one handed.

Holding it upside down, a clear liquid dribbled out onto my cock before she answered. "Strawberry lube." The bottle set aside, her hand returned and now lubricated, her hand slithered around and around on my cock, her fingers tracing the rim of the head, her hand just lightly gripping, providing a totally different feel from before. I groaned with pleasure.

Her bottom hand released me, the skin sliding back into place, and rose to where she could grip me two handed. Slowly stroking up and down, her left and right hands twisted in opposite directions at the same time. She alternated speed, alternated hands, always moving slowly. With her upper hand she slithered a thumb over the glans, eliciting yet another groan of pleasure from me. Moments later she leaned in and took the head in her mouth, tonguing and sucking momentarily, her hands continuing their caresses the whole time. "Mmm, nice Strawberry," she said when she pulled away.

Rising higher on her knees she leaned forward and turned just slightly sideways, rubbing my cock head against her nipple. First one, then the other, she moved my prick back and forth against her nipples before squaring up, sliding forward and positioning my cock between her breasts. Releasing her grip of my dick, she slid her hands out, pushed her breasts together and began titty fucking my cock. 

"Oh baby, that's so nice." I whispered, starting to reach for her as I did. 

"Uh, uh,' she said, relinquishing her grip momentarily to put one hand up as a stop sign. Chastised, I put my hand back under my leg and her free hand reached back to her breast, pushing her boobs together again around my cock. This time when she slid down, my cock head sliding out the top of her breasts, her tongue slithered out and licked at the top of the stroke. Rising, my cock disappearing between her tits, only to reappear when she lowered herself again, her tongue flicking my cockhead more and more with each stroke until finally she slid down that half inch more, her mouth taking over for her tongue as she slipped the head between her lips. 

She alternated moves for the next several minutes; all mouth, sucking and tonguing the head, eliciting deep moans of approval from me. One handed or two handed stroking; one time gripping hard and letting my cock slide inside my own skin, the next time slithering her lubricated hands up and down, slithering against my cock head, causing another twinge of pleasure. Slowly and relentlessly she pleasured me, taking me closer and closer to that point of no return.

I thought I had actually reached never land, her mouth filled with my cockhead, tongue slithering around it when I began to spasm. Her mouth pulled back while her hand gripped hard around the base, squeezing the orgasm out as she did, her other hand pressing hard against the shaft below my balls not allowing my seminal fluid to rise into my cock. Holding it tight and upright for several minutes, gradually the involuntary orgasmic spasms subsided and she began again.

This time as I approached the brink, she pulled me out of her mouth, her hands never giving up their stroking. "Where do you want to come? In my mouth?" Her tongue slithered out against the soft spot before continuing. "On my tits? On my face?" Her mouth sucked over the head once more, her tongue against the soft spot, before she pulled back just a bit. "Hmmm?"

"Arrgh!!" I groaned, ending up with, "in your..." but I never got to finish. My cock spasmed; a huge belch of cum spitting straight up into the air. 

"Oops!" she giggled, her hand continuing its relentless stroking. Another spurt went just a few inches into the air, the third and final just dribbling out, sitting on the head of my cock. At last her relentless stroking eased; my orgasm over. Now she milked the remaining cum out of the shaft, the small dab on the end growing larger. 

For maybe a minute she did this, and then leaned forward, her mouth sucked me in once again, causing one last spasm. "Too much, too sensitive," I complained, but she didn't stop. Sucking as she milked my cock, I groaned again and again until she pulled away, kissed the tip of my cock once, and rose up slithering into my arms. 

No longer protesting my attempts to touch her, the "performance" now totally done, her lips rose to mine, her tongue slithered into my mouth, demanding a thank you. "Oh my god, baby. I don't... I can't..." I started again, "That was fantastic."

"Ummm," she giggled. "Sometimes I want to do that so bad." It took me a second to realize what she'd said.

"To customers? You mean when you dance?"

"Yeah, Sometimes," she answered. I leaned back and turned sideways, she slid in on top of me and I hugged her close.

"I thought you said stripping made you want to throw up?" She didn't answer immediately, both of us slipping further and further into relaxation. 

"It did, at first -- and I did. But after a while, you get used to it. Guys coming in and ogle you, looking at you with that look that says they'd like to fuck your brains out. And the way they're so easy to tease... but sometimes there's some really hot guy, somebody really easy on the eyes, and you wonder.... Sometimes I'm just in the mood, I'm horny, and here comes somebody that treats me really nice and I get turned on too. Not very often, but when it happens it's whether I think I want it to or not." She kissed me again, softer this time, the passion subsiding. "It's just that at the club I never do anything about it, I can't do anything about it."

"You mean you won't do anything about it." She didn't answer.

Pulling her with me, I slid further back onto the couch and lay down. Turning her back to me she followed suit, spooning her naked bottom into my crotch. I pulled the pillow, rested it on my arm and we gradually relaxed.

I'd been thinking of the gorgeous naked babe in my arms when I first lay down, but as I relaxed, my mind again went to the lesson that needed to be completed for classes that were to begin, now just a few short hours away. I'm sure she could tell that despite my arms being around her, I was no longer paying attention to her. 

"I should go get Lori, it's almost that time."

"Almost what time?" I questioned after bringing my mind back into thoughts of her rather than the lesson plans that had been bouncing around my brain. I started to slide a hand onto her breast, but her hand intercepted mine, pushing it to her stomach instead.

"I need to get her back in the school year routine. It's been nice being able to come over and play almost anytime but once school starts, she really needs - I really need - to have a routine or everything gets messed up.

"I can see that," I responded, while I slid my hand back onto her arm. "But won't I be able to help?"

"How?" she asked resignedly. "Think about it, I need you the most at the same time you're in classes teaching. I don't think you're going to give up teaching and I'm not giving up on college, so we have to get back on a routine."

"Yeah, I guess," I answered, noncommittally agreeing that she was at least partially correct. 

I offered to go with her, or even to go fetch Lori, but Linda declined. I rapidly got distracted with my lesson preparations, and didn't even hear Lori and Linda return until Lori came running up from behind and grabbed my leg. I stopped and hugged and played with her for a bit, but I could tell that I wouldn't be doing anything else undistracted for the night so took just long enough to put things away. 

"We need to talk," Linda said after we'd had dinner and put Lori to bed.

"Ok," I answered, puzzled by the solemnity in her voice. "About what?"

"About this coming semester," she answered, picking up our glasses of iced tea and heading for the back patio. We left the sliding door open so we could hear Lori if she needed anything or came out.

"What's bothering you?" I asked, after we'd settled in. "Are you feeling stressed, or...?"

"No," she said slowly, "it's just... How are we going to do this, seeing each other, what with working different shifts? Lori...," her voice trailed off.

"I sort of thought it might be easier," I answered, questioning in my mind what I thought she might mean. "I mean, I can take care of Lori in the evenings when you are working. You can have her already here when you get back, most of the time we could do without a babysitter..."

"What about the evening classes?" 

"Well, we'd have to pick her up after class. If you're not working, you could even ride to and from with me on those days and we'd pick her up afterward." 

"You'd pick us up, and drop us off afterward?" She asked after a short pause. Like a dunce, I didn't get it.

"I sort of figured you'd be here...." Too late I realized what I was saying.

"You're asking me to move in with you?"

"Well, yeah, I guess if you put it that way. I really wasn't thinking of it like that, you're here so much, you're practically living here most of the time anyway."




The Student Ch. 02



She didn't answer immediately, glanced up momentarily and nodded, obviously in thought. Playing with her glass of iced tea a few moments before looking up at me she said "I don't think we should let people know about us." She paused, I started to protest, but she interrupted. "No -- think about it. What are you going to say? There's nothing you can tell anyone about us that won't have repercussions somewhere. Can you tell anyone else on the staff that you're seeing someone -- and she's one of your students? Can you tell other students that you're living with or even just seeing a student on the side? Are you even supposed to be getting into your students panties? I can hear it now if people know; accusations of favoritism, accusations of grades for favors, all the sleazy things that are going to be said. And then someone will question who I am, where I live, where I work -- and it all comes tumbling down. And all that has to happen is that they think it might happen, and every girl with a bad grade will be trying to trade a lay for a grade."

"Oh, that won't happen...." I really didn't believe that myself, even as I was saying it. I'd already seen it, several times. The girls that spent more time flirting and trying to get a date than doing homework and studying, who suddenly at the end of the semester were making appointments for office hours, then showing up in something slinky, something sexy, and trolling for a professor fish. The first time it had happened I was shocked, not having expected it, but the next time I spotted it coming two days before it did. I'd always deflected, kept my head up high -- but I knew she was right; people would accuse her of bedding me for the grade.

"It happens every semester," she stated. 

I nodded. "Yeah, I know." I looked up at her and reached over, taking her hand. She put hers in mine and I squeezed, just holding it. 

"Even if that didn't happen, what will you tell the other staff?"

"Why would I have to tell them anything?" I questioned obstinately, while simultaneously feeling that my train of life had just jumped the track and was careening for the station, knowing that no matter how much I didn't want to admit it -- she was right.

"Do they have any staff events during the year? Will you go alone? Christmas Parties, New Year's parties -- those kinds of things? Would you take me, could you take me, with you? Would you go alone, or with someone else? And what would you tell the dean or anyone else who I was if you did? What will you tell Mary Richards when she gets back and wants to bump uglies with you?"

She was right of course, or at least I thought she was. I knew we really couldn't be together while she was in my classes. I knew I couldn't take her with me to staff events; I couldn't introduce her to anyone that would know or suspect that she was my girlfriend. I knew intellectually this was true, no matter how much my heart didn't want it to be. I'd gotten used to having Lori and Linda around; I liked having Lori and Linda around. But I also knew that in a student-professor relationship, especially one with 14 years difference in ages, it couldn't happen. 

Besides acknowledging that we couldn't let others know of our relationship, we really didn't carry that conversation any further. It wasn't what I wanted to hear, wasn't what I wanted to admit, no matter how right she was. To change the subject, I asked if she'd had any further episodes with her car; it had acted up the previous week. I figured it probably just needed a major tune up and did it for her, hadn't detected anything significant wrong, but with over 200,000 miles - her car had certainly seen better days. She asked if I was all prepared for my classes, and I acknowledged that I wasn't, but I was far enough along that I had the first day prepared. I'd pick up the others as we went along. 

We made love that night in a plain old fashioned missionary position. After we'd finally cum, I started to roll off, but she asked me to stay. I did, until several minutes later when my shrunken manhood finally fell out, and I rolled off. She rolled onto her side and I pulled her against me, spooning. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was her hand stroking slowly up and down my arm. 

I made Lori her favorite pancakes in the morning and played with her for about an hour before Linda got up. I told her that I was going to run over to my office for a short time, maybe a couple of hours. She didn't really indicate what they were going to do, but I expected they would probably be there when I got back. Linda's car wasn't out front, so I knew they weren't home, but I didn't realize that they were totally gone until I went to the bathroom. 

I went in to take a pee, and noticed that something wasn't quite right. It took me a moment, and then I realized that her toothbrush was gone. Going back into the bedroom, I checked the dresser -- all her panties and lingerie were gone. I didn't need to open the closet but did, finding the same emptiness that had greeted me when my wife had moved out. Once I knew what to look for, I noticed it was all gone; Linda's clothes, Lori's clothes and toys, all the knick knacks that we have when we live somewhere. Linda had left, and it was obvious she wasn't coming back.

I found the note in the kitchen. 

"Rick,

It's been a wonderful summer, but it's time for us to move on. Just as Linda can't be Brook, and Brook can't be Linda, I don't think it's possible for you to be Rick to me anymore. I can't just be someone's bedmate and fantasy girl, I need more than that, Lori needs more than that, and we know it can't happen. We both understand that our relationship cannot go on as it is -- so Dr. B must once again be a professor that I will have a crush on and daydream about, and Rick must become a thing of the past. It's best this way for all of us. Please -- just let it be.

All my love,

Linda

When my wife moved out, the house had one less person in it, but it didn't feel emptier. With her, we really weren't crossing paths anyway. But without Linda, without Lori, the house now felt like a big empty barn. Until that moment I hadn't realized how much life they had brought to the house, and now everything I saw seemed to remind me where the two of them weren't. On the counter, dried but not put away, was the griddle from the morning's pancakes. On the end table next to the couch, nestled up against the arm where it was almost out of sight, was the bottle of strawberry lube that we hadn't put away the previous day. The empty toothbrush slot, the missing pillow in the bed; no matter where I looked I saw evidence of where Linda and Lori weren't.

I wandered back out to the living room and plopped into the easy chair, devastated. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how much I'd assumed that Linda was more than a passing fling. Now I felt like I'd been kicked in the balls.



The Student Ch. 03



Promptly at 6:00 pm on Tuesday there was a knock at Josh’s door. Josh opened the door and Sally walked in immediately beginning to undress. She quickly threw off her clothes and stood nude before Josh. Her body trembled both with the coolness of the night air and wondering what lessons she would learn today.

Josh put on the practice CD on his computer and pushed play.

“Let’s see how you are doing,” Josh said.

Sally began to sing. This time there was more movement in her hips and Josh watched as Sally’s hand brushed against her small breasts pausing just a moment on her perky nipples.

“Very good Sally, you are beginning the get the idea,” Josh commented feeling a rise in his pants.

Josh walked behind Sally.

“Keep singing,” he said. He reached up and put a soft nylon cord around Sally’s chest wrapping it so it crisscrossed her small tits. 

Sally looked down but kept singing.

Josh pulled the cord tightly looping it several times around Sally and around her tits. This resulted in her tits begin thrust forward pushing straight out. Josh could tell it was uncomfortable for Sally but that was mostly the point. He made sure that the cords were not tight enough to cut off the blood flow to her breasts but tight enough to get the effect he was wanting.

Josh returned to his desk took out his camera and shot a few pictures of Sally singing with her breasts tied poking straight out.

Sally could feel a mounting tension beginning in her body flowing down between her legs. She knew she would let Josh do anything he wanted.

Sally watched as Josh reached in a drawer and pulled something out. 

“Okay, begin singing this next song,” Josh instructed as he got up and again walked behind her.

“Bend over while you sing,” Josh ordered and pushed her torso down so that her butt was in the air.

Sally did not know what Josh had in mind until she felt an object pressing against her butt-hole. She had to focus to continue singing.

Josh had put some lubricating cream on a small butt plug and pressed it against Sally’s exposed asshole. He pushed and heard Sally gasped. The plug began to slowly penetrate Sally anus. Josh continued to push and slowly the plug disappeared inside her bowels.

Sally had never experienced anything invading her ass. It hurt as her anus slowly stretched to allow it to enter. Sally twitched uncomfortably as she continued to sing feeling the foreign invader stuck in her butt.

Josh grabbed Sally allowing her to rise back to an upright position. He kept his hand on the butt plug assuring that it did not push out. He then returned to his seat as Sally finished the song.

“That was not bad. Those grunting sounds were not required for that song,” Josh commented as he looked through the song list.

“Here’s another for you. Let’s see how you do,” Josh said. Again he reached into his desk. He approached Sally as she began to sing. He saw that the butt plug was in place. He grabbed Sally’s thighs and pushed her legs apart revealing her pussy lips. He could see they were moist. Josh position himself on his knees so he had a perfect view of Sally’s pussy. He took a small dildo that was equipped with a small suction cup. He slowly inserted the probed into Sally’s pussy.

“Ohhh,” Sally shuttered as she continued to sing.

Josh then opened Sally’s pussy lips exposing her small clit. He rubbed it several times and it perked up as he wanted. He then took the small suction cup and placed it over Sally’s clip thereby trapping it inside the cup. Josh reached over and secured a small belt that he placed around Sally’s small waist. From this he attached a piece of latex that ran run the belt between Sally’s legs and her ass cheeks attaching to the back of the belt. As Josh tightened this he assured that neither the dildo nor the butt plug was going to slip out. They were both fully encased inside Sally.

Sally felt very full as she finished the song. Both her pussy and butt were full. She could not help but feel a growing sexual tension as her now erect clit was sucked up inside the small suction cup. Each time she moved she could feel the sensation from all over her body.

“Put these on,” Josh said and handed Sally red g-string panties. Sally put the panties on.

Josh went to the closet and found a silk blouse.

“Put this on.”

Sally put on the blouse noticing that while it was not a see through blouse it did little to hide Sally’s protruding breasts and her very hard nipples. They poked out the tight blouse as if they were attempting to escape.

“Ok and finally put this skirt on.”

Sally slipped into a rather short loose skirt that shows more of her long legs that she usually allowed.

“Let’s see how you look,” Josh said and took a step back and began to take some pictures of her. She looked fairly normal except for the rather obscene manner in which her breasts pushed out the fabric of the tight blouse. One would wonder what kind of kinky bra she was wearing.

“You look good. Put on these stockings and shoes and we will go,” Josh said.

Sally slipped the dark stocking that reach up to her thighs just under the short skirt. She then slipped on the shoes and stood before Josh. She felt and looked like a hooker.

“Come on,” Josh said and Sally followed him out the door having no idea where they were going or what Josh was planning.

As Sally got into Josh’s car she slowly lower herself into the seat. Each movement of her body reminded her she was impaled both forward and aft. It was uncomfortable in an exciting sort of way.

They droved down the street and onto the freeway. She was aware of every bump in the road as these were amplified by her plugs and each shutter of the car resulted in small earthquake feelings going up and down Sally’s spine.

Sally could not believe it when Josh pulled up to a mall.

“Come on,” Josh said and got out of the car.

Sally followed close behind Josh as they entered the mall. Josh got them something to drink and they sat down in a very visible section.

“Drink up,” Josh said as he watched the many shoppers walking by.

Sally watched as Josh pulled out a small device that looked something like a TV remote control.

“Do you know what this does?” Josh asked.

“No,” Sally replied. She watched as Josh pushed a button and suddenly she felt a tingling sensation deep within her bowels.

“That’s what it does,” Josh said and smiled as he pushed the button again.

Sally squirmed in her seat as she felt the anal probe begin to vibrate. She could feel this throughout her body and it was producing waves of sensations. She fought to control these as her body began to react to the vibrations.

“Oh that is nothing. Wait till you see what else this does,” Josh said with an evil grin. He then pushed another button.

“Umph!” Sally exclaimed as the dildo lodged in her pussy began to vibrate matching the vibrations of the butt plug. Sally was loosing control as her body began to shutter as the overwhelming sensations began to flood through her.

“You like that Sally,” Josh said as he watched the young girl struggle. He was pleased to see as her body moved her tied breasts jiggle underneath the soft fabric of the silk blouse. Her nipples were plainly visible as they became even more erect. Josh looked around and noticed that Sally’s outfit was attracting attention from both men and women as they passed. 

“Ohh,” moaned Sally and she gasped trying to control her body’s reaction to all the intense vibrations flowing through her.

“I have one more little surprise for you Sally,” Josh whispered.

Sally looked at him wondering what else he was going to do. She watched as he pushed another button.

“Ohhh,” Sally whispered as she felt the suction cup over her clit suddenly pull on her most sensitive button. 

Josh watched her and pushed another button.

“Oh, please Josh,” Sally moaned as her clit was not only suckled by the cup but now massaged in a slow pulsating rhythm. 

“Josh please, I can’t do this right here,” Sally pleaded as she began to squirm.

Josh just watched as Sally’s sexual tension began to build. She was desperately attempting to hide what was happening to her but was not being very successful.

A lady walked up to them and said, “Is she okay?”

“Yes, my girl has a seizure disorder and if you will just stand here it should pass in a few moments,” Josh responded.

The lady motioned to her two friends and they surrounded Sally mostly hiding her from the crowd.

“If you wouldn’t mind just holding her hand,” Josh said to the woman closest to Sally.

“No, I don’t mind,” she said and took Sally’s hand.

Sally was now moving to the rhythm of the vibration flowing through her body and was totally trapped by these sensations. She looked up at the woman.

“It’s okay,” the woman said but seemed to sense something about the way Sally was feeling. 

“Sally has strange afflictions that only happen rarely. She can not help it but she will have orgasms for no reason. I hope you ladies are okay with this. We are really in a mess and need your help,” Josh pleaded acting very convincing that he was worried about what could happen if a crowd developed.

“I have heard of such things,” one of the women said.

There were four women and they all crowded around Sally. Along with Josh they watched Sally not knowing that Josh was controlling everything with a little remote control safely hidden in his coat pocket.

“Ah!” Sally grasped. Her focus was entirely on the wonderful sensation that the little suction cup was doing on her swollen clit. Josh had now switched it to an alternation sucking and tickling and then release for a moment only to suckle and tickle again. At the same time but the dildo in her pussy and the butt plug vibrated with the suction.

The women watched as the first orgasm stuck Sally. Her body convulsed and her hips humped the air as she cum.

Josh noticed that one of the women was now rubbing Sally’s nipple through the blouse. Another of the women had let her own hand move down between her legs. It was party for all.

Josh allowed the activities to proceed for about 2 more minutes and then abruptly shut off the suction cup and the two vibrating shafts. 

“Oh!” Sally gasped as her body suddenly was quite. The orgasmic sensation slowly subsided as Sally looked around to see the four women surrounding her. She immediately noticed that one was still squeezing her left breast.

“I think she is going to be fine. I don’t know what we would have done without you ladies,” Josh said breaking the silence.

The women all stared at Sally as she slowly began to come back to herself. It was obviously all the women had been affected by Sally’s raw sexuality. The women attempted to regain their composure but Josh could tell they were all wanting the same orgasm that Sally had just experience. He imagined the four women would be attempting to reach that state as soon as they were alone.

Sally looked at Josh in amazement. Never had such a thing happened to her and now it had happened with an audience.

“Little girl we are going to go home and have a long talk,” Josh said so the ladies could hear.

“Please don’t be hard on her. It is not her fault,” one lady said.

“I think I am going to have to be very hard on her after all the things she put us through. This little girl’s pussy is going to have to learn to behave,” Josh said noting the ladies’ reaction.

At any normal time any of the ladies would have been shocked to hear Josh mention his daughter’s pussy. They had just assumed this was his daughter. However, after everything that happened the word “pussy” had an electrifying affect on each of the women and served to excite them even more.

“I bet Sally’s pussy is very nice and never meant to cause anyone any trouble,” one of the ladies said and then was very embarrassed when she realized what she had said.

“If everything is under control here we’d better go,” the older woman said.

“I just want to thank you women again for your help. I think Sally and I will be fine now,” Josh said smiling to the ladies.

They all made their way down the mall glancing back at this strange couple.

“Come on Sally, you have put on quite a show and I do have something hard for you when we get home,” Josh said.

Sally got up and slowly followed Josh to the car. Each step put pressure on the two shafts in her body and her clit was still extremely sensitive to any stimulation. 

“Mmm,” she sighed as she finally sat down in the safety of the car.

The drive home was uneventful. Sally followed Josh back to his apartment.

“Strip!” he ordered as they entered the house.

Sally obeyed. She stripped down and was soon wearing only the cords tied around her breasts and the panties Josh had provided that held the two shafts embedded deep within her intact.

“Sally you have been a very nasty little girl today. You came in the mall in front of all those women and you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Josh asked making Sally feel even more humiliated than she already did.

“Yes, Josh, I liked it,” she whimpered.

Josh walked over to her and turned her around.

“You have to be punished for your transgressions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Josh,” she said in a submissive tone.

Josh grabbed the cords that were tied around her chest and fastened another cord hanging from the ceiling. This ran through a pulley tied to the ceiling. Josh grabbed the other end of the line and pulled lifting Sally off the floor. Sally hung about a foot off the group suspended from the rope around her chest and tits.

Josh then sat down in front of her with the remote and turn on the butt plug to a strong vibration.

Sally jerked as it began.

Josh then turned the dildo in her pussy to a high vibrate. 

Sally jerked again feeling the flood of sensations throbbing through her body. She guessed what was next.

Josh turn on the suction cup and the vibrator.

Sally spasm as this began and urine flowed out of her spurting out from the latex band that covered her pussy spilling to the floor.

“You are a nasty little bitch,” Josh said as he picked up a paddle.

“Whack!” resounded through the room as Josh hit Sally’s ass.

“Ohhh!” Sally screamed. She could not comprehend all the sensations flowing through her but the sting of the paddle caught her attention.

“Whack, Whack, Whack,” Josh hit her three more times and noticed her skin was now red when the blows had stung her ass.

Sally was whimpering now but also buckling as she hung in the air. She looked as if she were trying to fuck some invisible man. Her hips hunched back and force as her clit was sucked and suckled by the tiny suction cup.

Josh now sat and watched until Sally was totally and completely exhausted. He lowered the line and Sally slumped to the floor lying in her own urine, too exhausted to care.

“You are a real mess, you little bitch,” Josh said as he looked as her lying in front of him. Her hair was now soaked in urine.

Josh lifted her from the floor. He removed the cord around her chest and took off the panties with the latex band. He then removed both the dildo and butt plug and sat her in the shower.

“It’s cold,” Sally screamed as Josh turned on the cold water.

“We are going to get you clean,” Josh shouted and began to scrub her down. Sally offered little resistance. When he felt she was clean he again rinsed her off with cold water. He picked up a shivering girl and laid her across a chair with her butt sticking up in the air.

“Now it is my turn,” Josh said and moved behind Sally. He quickly pulled out his cock and pushed it against Sally now sore ass hole. He slowly forced it into her anus and began to fuck her ass.

“Oh!” Sally cried too tired to resist and having no desire to resist anything her Master wanted to do to her.

It did not take Josh long after everything he had watched today and Sally’s tight ass.

“Oh!” he cried as his first large load of cum erupted into Sally’s bowels. He continued to fuck her ass until his dick was totally drain.

“Sally, I think you have learned all your lessons for the day,” Josh said. “Why don’t you just stay here tonight and you can go home tomorrow.” 

Josh lifted the exhausted Sally and laid her in his bed. She was fast asleep in no time.

Josh had never considered such a situation but as things progressed he felt helpless not to take advantage of this fine young girl. He now had under his complete control and had not decided what his new slave was to do next. As he lied down beside the sleeping girl he pushed her down on the bed so you face was next to his now flaccid cock. He pressed his cock against Sally’s lips and she accepted it. Josh felt the sleeping girl nursing on his cock as he considered what their next adventure would be.



The Student Ch. 03



This is part three of three. Although readable, the story will make more sense if you start at the beginning with Part 1, 'The Student". 

*

The double tap on the open office doorway caught my attention. Glancing up I found Mary Richards, American Literature professor and owner of a set of the finest natural C cup breasts that I'd ever had the privilege of playing with, standing in my doorway. "How was the summer?" she asked.

"Good," I answered automatically without thinking. "Had a really good summer. You?"

"Mmmm," she answered, raising her eyebrows as she did, "I've got a lot to tell you. You up for Saturday?"

And there it was. It was the third week of school, two weeks later than I would have bet on, but there it was. The routine the previous year had been that we would get together on Saturdays two, sometimes three, times a month and go out to dinner, a party, a movie, or maybe the theatre, and then fuck each other to exhaustion. She'd been my date to the staff Christmas party last year, and although we weren't together all the time, many knew we'd seen each other multiple times.

I hadn't seen Linda since she left, except in classes, and she hadn't said anything or stayed around long enough for me to say anything to her after the class. I'd see her again the next class but here we hadn't been separated by even a few weeks and the exact scenario that she'd hypothesized about had come up, "What will you tell Mary Richard's when she wants to bump uglies?" I hadn't really thought about it at that time, I'd ignored that it would happen, but now here it was -- the elephant in the room, at least in my mind.

"I can't this week Mary, maybe next?" I lied. I could, but the reality was I didn't want to.

"Ok, I'll hold you to it. Gotta run." And just like that, she was gone.

Linda was being her normal perfectionist in class, even better than the previous semester, giving me no reason to talk with her about anything. She'd had her homework done and ready the first time and every time I called for homework to be turned in. She'd aced the quizzes that I'd given. She'd answered questions in class perfectly. She'd missed no classes, had made no calls to ask what the homework was, or used any other excuse to call me. I missed just hearing her voice.

I'd called her the afternoon that she left, but she hadn't wanted to talk about it, just said that it was better and easier this way. She gave the same reason; we wouldn't have to hide our relationship from other professors; we wouldn't have to pretend in the company of other students that we didn't have anything except a student-teacher relationship. Somehow I had the feeling that I'd done something wrong, but going over and over in my mind, I couldn't see what. We'd started with some lustful infatuation, we'd hooked up and obviously had some mutual care and admiration going on, but somehow, something must have been missing - as just like that, it was over. 

~

I opened the door; Mary stepped ahead of me into my living room. I slid my hand onto her back, just as I had so many times before, but instead of enjoying the attributes of her body I was realizing all the differences between her body and that of the last woman that had stepped through my front door with me, Linda. Linda's body was muscular, she worked out daily, Mary's back was softer, not as muscular, but still shapely. Mary's much larger bottom was where the difference really showed; soft, rounded, and sexy in a different way. 

"So are you going to tell me about her?" Mary asked an hour later, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her arm. Her other hand was playing with the hair on my chest, lazily drawing figure eights with a finger. 

"Who?" I answered, unsuccessfully trying to make it seem that I didn't know what she was talking about.

"The woman that's been sharing your bed. The woman that's been leaving her touches around the house. The woman that seems to be on your mind more than the one you're with."

"I don't know, are you going to tell me about your lovers? Meet anyone interesting? Or should I say, hook up with anyone interesting?" 

"It's about time you asked," she giggled, dropping onto her side and snuggling up to me. Looking up to me with an impish look on her face, first she sucked her lower lip between her teeth and then said "I had my first threesome." 

"What?" I exclaimed, knowing that she'd always professed that she'd try it if the opportunity arose. She proceeded to gleefully tell me all about her nearly three month trip to Europe, starting in Turkey and then moving westward and north to the Scandinavian countries before ending with a week on the beaches of Spain. She'd met a Swedish couple, Soren and Annika, at the airport in Mykonos that were staying at the same resort that she was. They hit it off, and ended up spending the day together and meeting up on the beach the following day. When Soren made a pass at her that evening after dinner she'd asked him "What about your wife?" He responded that Annika was hoping they could all play together. "So we did. "

"Hmmm." I said, realizing that my cock was responding faster than it had been. "Was it all you thought it would be?"

"Oh my God, yes. In Spades! I was a little unsure about whether I would like being with a woman, but -- O. M. G!" She pronounced the three letters as if they were words, with emphasis. "I don't know, I thought maybe Annika would be a bit jealous of me being with Soren, but it was just the opposite. She loved watching us and joining in. We'd wear Soren out, and then take care of each other until he recovered. Women are so soft, and warm and cuddly -- and a 69 with a woman is absolutely the best." She rambled on effusively for easily fifteen minutes, telling me all about nightclubs and sex, beaches and sex, siesta's and sex, and just plain sex before she ran out of steam. "So what about you? I know you weren't a good little Monk all summer so who did you hook up with?" 

Despite having had several weeks to come up with some kind of believable lie, I hadn't. I told her that I'd hooked up with a couple of women at different times; a woman in a bar, and then several weeks later a woman after a wedding, and that we'd spent most of the summer together, but it was over -- she'd moved on. 

"Just like that? A summer fling and now she's gone? Did she live with you?"

"Not really, she just spent a lot of time here. We called it off. She works nights; I work days -- the same problems as with my wife. She's got a daughter; all in all, we just knew it wouldn't work."

"Well then that's good for me, isn't it? I still get you on Saturday nights or whenever I need a nookie session?"

I laughed. "Yes, I suppose so."

Despite my laughter and assurance, I had my doubts. 

I got back into the routine fast enough, day after day getting up, going to class, and teaching the same thing, again and again. Twice a week I'd see her; sitting in her same spot, wearing her same oversized sweatshirt. She'd answer if I called on her, she'd volunteer just as she always had, but then she'd look away. The occasional flash of eye contact we'd had the semester before was gone as if she was studiously avoiding it. I'd see her watching me when everyone else was watching me, but it never had the magic feel of the previous semester. 

And it was agony for me. 

Mary and I hooked up three consecutive weekends, attending a staff party at the halfway mark of the semester. As always, despite the desires to not talk business, work parties always come down to business. Secretaries and administrative assistants, always willing to tell the importance of what they're doing for the process, are the worst. Second worst are the pompous professors, too big for their britches, flush with their tenure and knowing that no one can test them. When it comes to the classroom, they are God. For junior, non-tenured professors like me, we just keep our mouths shut and listen to what others are saying.

"What I heard is that they're examining records, looking for anomalies with statistics. You know, low grades that suddenly change or get increases where they're not deserved. They've got some statistical consultant that used to work for NASA. Remember when the space shuttle rocket blew up years ago? It's the same guys that figured out what happened with that." I was getting a glass of wine, two actually -- one for Mary and one for me when I overheard this little tidbit. I moved my eyes, glancing over without turning my head. I didn't recognize either of the two young women that were talking while thinking they were out of ear-shot of others.

"Do you suppose they'll finally nail that scumbag professor?"

"Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Why in the world would someone sleep with him anyway? And his wife's just as bad. And what about the ones we don't know about? Who else is trading grades for sex?"

I walked away, the conversation mulling through my mind. I knew there was an anomaly in my grades, but would they see it, would they question it? I set the grading standards, I applied the grading standards and even though I'd adjusted Linda's grade, I'd done it blanket -- I'd adjusted everyone's. Could that be reason to question me, a minor adjustment to grades that had made a difference for just four people, one of whom just happened to have spent much of the summer in my bed?

When I found my glass of wine gone again I'd had enough and was more than ready to go. "What do you say we get out of here, Mary?" I asked, taking her elbow when my glass was empty. She still had a swallow of wine left and just set it aside.

"Shall we head for home?" She said, leaning over and planting a quick kiss on my earlobe.

"Your bed or mine?" I whispered so that just she could hear. 

"Umm, so you're finally beginning to feel a little feisty? I was wondering when the real you would show up."

"What did you mean by the real me?" I asked twenty minutes later in the car as we were headed home. 

"You know exactly what I mean. Where's the lover I had last year that was so much fun? The lover that was always trying to get into my pants or at least get me out of them? The one this year always seems to just be going through the motions." 

"I don't know, I guess I've changed."

"What is it, that woman you hooked up with over the summer? Is that it?"

"Nah, I don't think so," I lied. "Hey did you hear that they're doing an investigation of professors?" I said, immediately deflecting the conversation away from Linda.

"What? No! What are you talking about?

"Oh, I just overheard two women talking at the party; they didn't know I could hear. Something about the hiring of a statistical consultant to examine grades? I heard them say something about maybe they'd nail that professor this time..."

"Oh my god, I'd heard something about a consultant who would be examining grades - supposedly in an attempt to come up with some grade standardization -- but that certainly makes more sense." She giggled, "You know who they were talking about, don't you?"

"Umm, a certain professor that is, um, known to not fail pretty girls?"

"The rumors been around for years but nobody has ever been able to prove anything. I can't see that a statistician would make any difference, just what could they prove?"

"It all depends; how much evidence was left, particularly if all the grade work is recorded. Unless they've got a complaint it's probably just circumstantial. If they can see that someone has been going through the class and getting poor grades or worse, and then suddenly at the end of the semester something shows up that suddenly vaults a failing student to the head of the class -- that would be interesting. And if it happened again and again and every time it turned out they were pretty girls...." I just let my thoughts trail off -- thinking about how I would structure a statistical examination -- and again about my own situation. I had almost 5 years now of records, always at exactly 90% for an A -- and then last semester, a minor change. Would anyone question why? Was anyone really looking?

"You ever think about it? With one of your students?"

"Trading sex for a grade? Absolutely not."

"Not trading, just jumping one of those cute little co-eds bones one time." 

"I don't think I've ever met a woman that it didn't eventually cross my mind," I answered truthfully avoiding a lie. "Have you ever thought of doing it with one of your students?"

"More than thought about it." My head instantly swiveled to see what she meant; her face saying she was absolutely serious.

"What? You've slept with a student?"

"Not when they were a student. But afterward they're not students, they're former students."

"Oh." It dawned on me that we were now talking exactly about my situation, and this was too close for comfort. I turned into her driveway, none too soon. 

~

I knew better than to just leave. It was 3 am but I was wide awake with the normally insatiable, the normally desirably sexy, Mary Roberts finally slumbering beside me. It was always this way with us; Saturday evening dinner, maybe a movie and then home to one of our houses for hours of sex. We would do it every which way we could and then fall asleep, only to wake up Sunday morning and do it again before one of us finally headed for home. Now here I was lying awake at 3 am trying to figure out how to break off our relationship.

Truthfully it was "just" sex. Adventuresome sex most assuredly, but just sex. Although we went through the pleasantries of entertainment early in the evening every time, we knew that was just a prelude of getting each other onto the same wavelength before we crawled into bed. Occasionally she'd ask if I'd like to come over on a weekday for dinner -- which really meant that she was horny and wanted to get laid. To be honest, I'd also called her a time or two during the weeks. On those nights we'd fuck to exhaustion but I'd always go home or she'd go home as we'd also have class the next day. 

Not that I hadn't enjoyed it this time; not that I had been unable to perform, I most certainly had. Physically we'd both cum multiple times, but mentally this wasn't what I wanted any longer. I rolled onto my side looking at Mary asleep beside me. The room was warm, the sheet just covering from her waist down. I would not have said she was overweight before I knew Linda, now I looked at her and every little rounded curve belied the extra weight she did carry. Nicely rounded breasts looked fat in comparison to Linda's perky B cups; I knew from personal experience how they were softer and squishier than Linda's firm tits. Mary's large silver dollar areolae and fat nipples, which only swelled to my direct caresses, conflicted with my vision of Linda's smaller nipples that often perked up just by Linda looking at me. Curves at Mary's waist now looked fat. Her bottom, that at one time I thought filled out a pair of designer jeans quite nicely, looked fat. I knew in my mind that it wasn't that she was terribly overweight, I used to think of her as pleasingly rounded -- it's just that everything about her I was comparing to the svelte tautness of Linda's body.

My mind shifted to Lori, the little bundle of energy that had latched on to me so easily for those six weeks of summer. Her constant badgering's of "can we go to the park", or "can we have pancakes?" "Can you push me" (on the swing set) -- and especially those evenings where she'd fallen asleep on the floor and I'd picked her up, her arms going around my neck as we carried her in, and put her to bed. I realized I missed Lori almost as much as I missed Linda. All of these thoughts twisted and turned, tormenting my thoughts until I finally fell asleep.

Mary's hands slithering across my body awoke me. Her fingers found and flicked my nipples, stroked my stomach and arms, finally reaching my growing erection. I was tired; I'd barely slept at all. "Hey stud, you about ready for a Sunday Morn-er?"

Despite my cock having reacted to her caress, the words barely seemed to penetrate the fog of my brain. I really needed more sleep -- I'd been awake thinking most of the night. "A Sunday mourner?" I questioned, groggily. "What's a Sunday Mourner? Did somebody die?"

"No goofball," she answered, now openly stroking my cock to full hardness, "a Sunday morner -- you know, just like a Sunday nooner -- only sooner!" Her giggling lips followed her hands, kissing my nipples, kissing my belly, until her mouth engulfed my erection to make it suitable for what she wanted. Soon enough she relinquished her mouth music, pivoting her body up and over mine to sink my shaft into her, to fulfill her need. Without thinking, my hands found her breasts, tweaking her nipples, giving her what she needed unconsciously. In no hurry, we didn't rush; but neither was this extended lovemaking -- it was just sex. 

Afterwards I broke up with her.

It's never easy to break it off with someone even if there is nothing more to your relationship than sex. We were lying there with her snuggled up to my shoulder, and I decided it was best to just say it. "Mary, I don't think I want this kind of relationship anymore."

She didn't flinch; she didn't even raise her head and look at me. It was for several moments that absolutely nothing was said and I almost wondered if she'd heard or at least understood me. "I've been expecting this," she said.

"You have?"

"It hasn't been the same this year. I've felt it every time we're in bed, your mind is elsewhere. It's that girl from the summer, isn't it? The one you won't talk about?"

"I don't know," I lied, knowing full well she couldn't have hit the nail any harder on the head.

"It's always a sign, if you won't talk about her, then she's something special." We lay there saying nothing for several minutes before she continued. "Are you in love with her?"

"I don't know. I think I might be." 

"Does she love you?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know much for wanting to break off a sure thing, do you? Why don't you go to her? Tell her how you feel and see if she has the same thoughts?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's complicated.

"It's not complicated, it's easy. It's the repercussions that are complicated. That's why I gave up on love a long time ago, it's much nicer and easier to just find a good lover and visit him occasionally."

"It's more complicated than that. It's not that easy."

"What's not that easy? All you have to do is...." She stopped, I looked over at her.

"She's one of your students." Her eyes met mine, and there was no denying it, she knew and I couldn't hide it. "I think you need to tell me all about it."

I didn't tell about Linda being a stripper, but told everything else. That she was on her way to Summa Cum Laude, that she had a daughter that was absolutely wonderful, that she'd gotten into what she had considered academic trouble. I told how I'd manipulated the scale, just slightly, but it had only affected a handful of students and that she'd broken if off with me when the school year was about to begin.

"So that's why you were so curious about a sex for grades investigation."

"Sort of. I mean, I didn't do anything wrong, but that's not what others may see."

"So did she proposition you? "

I shook my head in the negative. "No, not exactly. She begged for some leeway, and then said she'd do whatever she had to."

"Hmm. Might have been. What did you say?"

"That if she got a perfect final paper, I'd have reason to take extenuating circumstances, such as being a single mother, working nights, and raising a daughter into account."

"So she got a perfect score, you adjusted the scale slightly, and she had sex with you as a thank you. What's wrong with that?"




The Student Ch. 03



"NO!" I really responded hard at her when she said that, but then realized as I saw her face, that she wasn't serious. "It wasn't like that at all. It was about six weeks later, we were at this party -- I started to say "Bachelor Party" but caught myself just in time -- and I saw her. That was the first time I'd ever run across her outside of the university. She called two days later, the day after the wedding. I asked her to lunch, and well, it just happened."

"Hmm. So now you know about a sex for grades scandal brewing, you had an affair with a former student whom you just happened to adjust the grade for, and she wisely decided to call if off before school started so there weren't any questions about propriety. So what's the big deal? If she's a former student and you begin dating -- so what? 

"And what if she's not a former student?" Mary rose up onto one elbow in response.

"Oh, you bad boy! She's in your class again?" I nodded.

"Well, that's easy. You just keep going out on Saturdays with me. Let Mary take care of your needs until the little tart graduates and then you can chase her down all you want," she said with a smile letting me know she was teasing again. "I know, that's not what you want. Affairs of the heart are so complicated, aren't they?"

"You're not upset?" 

"Oh no. A little inconvenienced is all. Now I've got to find someone that has as little baggage as you did. After this summer, maybe I'll try a woman this time. I hear Ms. Seymour over in the art department broke it off with her lover..." We continued to lie there, her snuggling to my arm, me not knowing whether to get up and go -- or just stay a bit longer. 

"What do you say, we get up, have breakfast -- and we have a real nooner before you go?" I looked over at her, a smile on her face.

"You really are insatiable, aren't you?"

"Oh no, you've sated me quite often for the last two years." 

Throwing the covers off, I smiled at her and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "Thank you, Mary. It has been fun, but I think it's time for me to go."

"My bed's always open for you. Come see me if it doesn't work out."

~

It was a Saturday morning, four weeks to the day later, when the phone rang. At least the clock said "SAT" on it, but the time said it was 2:37 AM, which to me meant it was still Friday night. Regardless, a phone call any time before the sun comes up is not a good sign.

"Hello?"

"Rick?" My heart skipped a beat at her voice, any sleepiness immediately driven from my brain. "It's Linda, I didn't know who else to call."

It didn't take long to know that her car had died, partway between work and home. I didn't hesitate, told her to stay in the car with the doors locked, and had my pants and shirt on and out the door in five minutes. It was 40 minutes later before I got to her, pulled over alongside the road, a Highway Patrol Cruiser parked behind with red lights flashing to warn cars. At 3:30 on a Saturday morning, there weren't many. 

I asked her what happened -- her description of "just started banging and quit" not sounding like good news. I took the keys and tried to start it, but the engine didn't turn over. The starter motor engaged -- but that was it. It didn't even take a calculation to know that her car had traveled its last mile; it was going to take a lot more to repair it than it was worth. The Highway Patrol called for a tow truck, I took Linda and headed for home. 

"It's good to see you, Linda," I said, after we'd driven in silence for several minutes, "I'm glad you called me." I looked over at her; she just nodded, not saying anything.

"I think your car's trash. It acts like the engine's seized and if it is I'll guarantee it'll cost more to replace than it's worth." Again she nodded. I felt her occasionally glancing at me; I glanced back, each time her face turned away. "We're better off shopping for a new car than even worrying about that one. It won't take long and you'll have something better than what you did."

"Thank you." It was practically the first thing she'd said since she'd called. I waited, but she said nothing else. 

"You'll need to stay with me for a couple of days until we can get you a new car." I glanced at her, her eyes meeting mine. "You and Lori can stay in the guest bedroom, and although you can use my car to go to work, I'll still need it during the day. Either you stay with me or we're going to have to shuttle back and forth all the time which just isn't going to work." Glancing again at Linda, she nodded.

We put Lori into the bed; I got Linda a t-shirt to sleep in and pulled a new toothbrush out of the drawer. I got her a clean towel out of the towel cabinet; she headed into the guest bathroom to take a shower. I glanced at the clock as I climbed into bed -- 4:35 -- almost exactly two hours later from when the phone had rung. 

I had almost dozed off again when I heard her footsteps in the hall. Stopping at the door, I didn't move, just watching to see what she would do. She stepped forward toward my bed, unsure if I was awake or not. When she was standing beside the bed, I pulled the sheet back, giving her the opening if that's what she wanted. Knowing now that I was awake, she hesitated for just another instant, then pulled the t-shirt off and climbed in bed.

Our lovemaking was just as magical as it always had been. Her body responded to mine and mine to hers, again and again. Her back arched in orgasm, her pussy writhed to my tongue and cock, my cock exploded filling several condoms, and yet we did it again. The sun came up -- but still we didn't stop. Linda was on her back, my lips on her breasts, and my fingers between her thighs when I heard tiny footsteps charging down the hallway. I'd barely rolled away from Linda when Lori pounced on the bed, not having a clue that she'd interrupted something. "Rick you have to get up and make me pancakes!" she demanded, pulling at the sheets, not at all upset about finding she wasn't in her own bed or house. I grabbed the sheets to hold them in place over me and Linda casually pulled them a bit higher covering her bare breasts. Whether Lori realized we were both naked or not, it made no difference to her.

"Ok, we'll get up and make you pancakes," Linda answered. "You go get dressed, your clothes are in your overnight bag and we'll be there in just a minute."

"Ok," Lori answered, perfectly happy with the answer, spinning to fly out of the room - a tiny bundle of kid energy. She ran back down the hall chanting "Pancakes! Pancakes!" 

I leaned over to Linda one more time, the sheet now folded between our otherwise naked bodies. I reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. "You stay, get some sleep. I'll take care of Lori." I went into the shower for a quick rinse, when I came back out, Linda was already asleep. She slept all day.

~

I heard the door open quietly at 3 am, right on time, suddenly realizing that after she'd left I'd never asked for my spare key back. I listened to her climb into the master shower this time, arriving at my bedside a few moments later. Unlike the lust driven frenzy of lovemaking the night before, tonight was slow and sensual. 

"I've missed you," I said, speaking so softly it was practically a whisper. Her hand squeezed my arm, confirming that she'd heard me. 

"Me too," she whispered back, a few moments later.

"You been doing ok?" A resigned sigh was her immediate answer.

"I'm sorry, Rick. I just couldn't handle another complication in my life."

"A complication," I repeated after thinking about her words. "Is that what I am, a complication?"

"Yes. You're a complication." I didn't say anything, what was there to say? Moments later she continued. "I had a plan and nearly lost it. I had a boyfriend that I thought I was in love with, and I could live with that, but he left me with a daughter that I hadn't planned on and that's a complication. I've got a full time job that pays well but I can't really tell anyone about it, I can't keep it forever, and that's a complication. My job requires me to be awake while my daughter is asleep, and that's a complication. I've got another full time job going to school and studying, and that's a complication. I've got an apartment to keep clean and in order, and that's a complication. I've got a car that died, and that's a complication. I've just got two more semesters of school, and then I can graduate, quit my job, pay attention to my daughter and my future. I'm sorry Rick; there just isn't time in my life for another complication. Having to spend time with you, wanting to spend time with you, falling in love with you rather than studying or taking care of my daughter, or apartment, or future -- I couldn't take another complication. I've got things to do with my life, and I can't add anything else until I'm ready. I've come too far to throw it all away now." There was no heat in her words, just a matter of fact statement. 

I didn't say anything, just lying there sleepily thinking about what she'd said, especially those magic words "falling in love with you." I understood completely, it wasn't that she was rejecting me; it's just that at the moment she had different priorities in her life. At least I could take solace in knowing that someday there was at least a possibility that there might be a place in her life for me.

A call with the mechanic confirmed my suspicions and her old car was soon on its way to the junk yard. Her first day off was the following day, and a four year old Subaru with 36,000 miles and a fantastic price tag solved the car problem that afternoon. She opted for spending some of her savings rather than making payments which made perfect sense to me. With the car problem taken care of, I realized there was no other reason keeping her at my place. "I guess you'll be moving back to your apartment now?" I asked, standing beside the two cars after having changed Lori's car seat over to the Subaru. Her reluctant nod confirmed my thoughts.

"Well, is your babysitter available for a few hours this evening?"

She nodded. "Probably. What have you got in mind?"

"When was the last time you went to a nice restaurant and had a nice dinner with a really nice guy, maybe one that you occasionally have fantasies about?"

~

"Well, this is somewhat awkward," I said several hours later, glancing once more out the window of the roof-top restaurant at the city spread out below us as I moved my chair just a bit closer to Linda.

"Why is that?" she answered, her hand sliding forward, resting on the back of mine.

"A nice Pinot Grigio gone," I said, lifting my glass and taking that last little sip of wine, "that hopefully relaxed your inhibitions; a great meal in a romantic setting, a beautiful woman..." I set my glass back down before I finished. "This is the point where on a first date like this I'd normally say -- "would you like a nightcap?"

"And?" she questioned after a few seconds, "Are you asking?"

"No." 

She sat upright, a bit startled. "No? Why not?"

I leaned forward a bit, reaching for her hand. "Because I don't want to know the answer." I looked down at her hand, her long sensuous fingers enveloped in my hand. I brought my other hand over, stroking the back of hers. "There are only three answers possible. First, you would say something like 'No, it's getting late, I've got to go.' This would mean that it's over, and I'm probably never going to see you again." I gave her a second to digest what I'd said before continuing. "Second, you could say something like, 'Oh that sounds wonderful, but not tonight. Can I get a rain check for next time?' This would mean that I haven't struck out, I'm still in the game, but I'm not getting anywhere tonight. And third, you could say, "That sounds wonderful, your place or mine?"

"And you don't want to know the answer?" I nodded in affirmation. "Why not?"

"Because I know it will rip my heart out. Linda, these last two days -- they helped me realize how much you mean to me, how much I miss you. You and Lori both. Making pancakes and playing with Lori yesterday, making love with you this morning, waking with you in my bed -- I've got feelings for you that I never felt even when I was married. I don't want you to go to your home, but I know you're going to. I don't want you to say goodbye, but I know you have to, and I don't want to wait until next time. I think I've fallen in love with you."

She looked down at her hand in mine; I felt her fingers squeeze mine momentarily. "I think my answer is all three. I need to go home this time, but you're going to have to bring me here again, and it'll be your place, not mine."

A short while later I helped carry Lori from the car into her tiny apartment, putting her into hers and her mom's bed. I realized as I did, I'd never even been in Linda's bedroom before. The sliding door to her closet was standing open; I realized for the first time how little Linda really had when I saw there were more children's clothes than adult. I stepped out of the room; Linda tucked Lori in and then followed.

"You're not going to bed?" I questioned, her actions for some reason indicating otherwise.

"Oh, I wish." She glanced at her desk, several books stacked on the corner. "I've got an Anatomy test tomorrow morning, and some damn professor whose initials are Rick, but I won't mention his name, scheduled a mid-term on Wednesday; my car broke down and I had to get another one. I missed out on two days of studying, but... I also had the most wonderful date I've ever been on and I did get eight hours uninterrupted sleep. But no, too many complications came up this weekend; I don't think I'll be going to bed tonight." 

I stepped over to open the door, disjointed thoughts pummeling my mind. Complications; there it was again -- that word. But, I had to admit, from what she'd just said, it was true -- she'd had multiple complications, all of which meant that she was now going to have to study, perhaps all night. But she had said it was a wonderful date and we could do it again.... I felt her hand on my arm, I turned back. "Rick, thank you for being there for me." 

I reached up to her hand, moments later she was in my arms, her lips against mine, her body melting against me. My hand went to the small of her back, holding her tightly against me; her hands went to my face, holding it against hers, and then holding it still while she moved hers away. "Six months, Dr. B, and this nightmare portion of my life will be over." She pushed herself away from me, "Now go." I nodded and turned back to the door once again. I pulled the door open, reached for the screen when she spoke.

"Rick?" I turned back once again, my hand on the door.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm falling in love with you too."

~

"Doctor Ber... Doctor Bernash..." the inquisitor began.

"Doctor B is fine. Even people that know it don't say it correctly most of the time."

"Fine, Dr. B it is. This is an official inquiry instigated by the Board of Governors into certain alleged improprieties between the professional staff and the students. You're not being accused of anything, you're merely here to answer questions about your classes, your grades and how certain events transpired."

And so it started. 

We'd all heard about the abrupt dismissal and replacement of a professor from another department. We'd heard how the professor had gone in and been questioned, and then there had been a flurry of students and former students, all female, called in to speak to the board, how the last day a couple of unmarked police cars were in the visitors parking lot as the professor was questioned yet again and at the end of the day, he'd resigned and walked away. We'd also heard how multiple students had been able to offer their observations, complaints, or suspicions about other professors, but unless there was some corroborating evidence that turned up nothing had come of it.

So far there had been a multitude of professors questioned; most just a perfunctory visit, and then they were off. No one was told not to talk about it, and most everything people said was that it was just innocuous questions about how's and why's for certain grades that had been made. 

"We've had a statistical consultant examining grades and class scoring for several months. There have been multiple items from multiple professors that have been investigated; however with one exception, they have all been easily explained and understandable. So if you would, can you start by explaining your grading system?"

"Of course," I said. Turning to my briefcase I pulled out the generic syllabus sheet that explained my rules and handed one to each of the four. "I hand this out to my classes at the start of every semester; it explains the scoring and grading system. There are generally 1000 points available in a semester and it takes 90%, or at least 90% of the points available before the final, to get an A. If anyone in the class has 90% of the available points at the time of the last class session, they cannot do any better -- they can only do worse and they've already shown they can do "A" work -- so I excuse them from the final. A little incentive to try harder, if you will. Everyone else has the opportunity to better their grade through the final exam."

"And do you always follow this formula exactly?" 

"Generally, but I have made exceptions in extraordinary cases."

"Yes, we saw that. Our investigators found exactly as you've stated except for a single anomaly to your scoring system." He held up a sheet of paper for me to see, but didn't offer it to me. "You're grades have all exactly followed the 90-80-70 rule except for the semester before last. In that one we found that four students grades have been arbitrarily adjusted, which is certainly a professors prerogative -- except when it's made for the wrong reasons. Can you tell us why you adjusted these four grades?"

"I can. Actually you're incorrect, I adjusted all except two. There were two students that had greater than 90% going into the final, and they got an automatic A. Their scores will not show a final exam score, but they did get an A. The others I had an extraordinary circumstance brought to my attention, and decided to adjust a grade. I didn't feel it was fair to adjust just one person's grade without giving the same consideration to all -- so I revised the total available number of points for the class downward. Everyone got a jump upward by a fraction of a percent in their score, but it only made a difference to four students. "

"Mr. B," I looked over at the woman, who was speaking for the first time. "I presume this student you're speaking of was Miss Simpson? I see that according to the revised scoring she received exactly a 90% mark."

"That's correct."

"And can you share with us her extraordinary circumstance that required you to change your grading scale?"

"I can." I paused, sweat beaded up on my forehead. Although I'd prepared for this since I'd heard the rumors about inquiries were true, and especially after a certain Humanities professor had abruptly resigned or most likely had been dismissed, I hadn't known just exactly what or how far they would continue to question. "Miss Simpson is an extraordinary student. Driven like no other student I've ever had. She's a dedicated student, who works full time, and is also single mother. She went out of her way to follow-up on assignments when she couldn't make it to class, usually because of her daughter. I didn't allow credit for late homework or makeups on unannounced quizzes; yet she always turned in her homework even though I did not give her credit. She came to me after the last class, obviously upset that she had not made the "automatic A" of 90%, and wanted to know whether it was possible for her to still get an A. I ran the calculation, and even with a perfect final exam paper -- she would still be a few points short of 90%. She asked if there was any extra credit available that could help her make up the difference, and I told her I hadn't planned on anything. When I looked at her transcript, it showed that she had completed nearly 3 years of college with nothing but A's. When I looked at her class record, with one exception she'd made perfect scores on everything she'd done. She'd missed several quizzes and gotten zeros for those but had perfect scores on every quiz taken. She had several homework's turned in but received no credit, indicating she'd missed those classes but had done the work and turned the homework in anyway; she had perfect marks on three of four tests, but made one error on one test that compounded into several problems being wrong. The combined totals of the missing homework, missing quiz scores, and one moderate test error during the entire semester meant that she could not reach the 90% mark. I took all of this into consideration, and told her before the final exam that if she managed a perfect score on the final exam, I would reconsider. I imagine that wasn't even difficult for her to achieve, and after she scored a perfect paper on her final, I adjusted the scoring so she received an A, and adjusted everyone else's by the same percentage."




The Student Ch. 03



"So the other three were just by chance?"

"That's correct. Two of them I should have failed, they didn't know the material, and since it's an undergraduate prerequisite for nearly everything -- I felt they should have. But I didn't think it was fair to just adjust Miss Simpson's score without giving the same consideration to everyone, and for those four they all got slightly improved grades."

"Mr.B, what is your relationship with Miss..." she paused to look at the paper, but somehow I felt she knew exactly what her name was, "Simpson?" I could feel my heart pounding in my chest; my blood pressure must have been through the roof as I could also feel the vessels pulsing in my ears. I carefully chose my words.

"Miss Simpson is currently a student at this school and a former student of mine. I had her in class for two consecutive semesters, achieving well deserved A's both times."

"Thank you. Are you aware of whom James Patterson is?" 

I was startled. James Patterson? Who the hell was James Patterson? The name sounded familiar, but yet... suddenly a thought popped into my mind.

"Um, Isn't James Patterson a novel writer?"

"Quite right, Mr. B," the speaker laughed. "However we're speaking of a different James Patterson. Perhaps you would know him better by his nickname of JB?"

Immediately I knew who they were speaking of; a former student from several semesters' back that had immediately let it be known that James was his father, his name was JB -- and so it had gone into my book. I hadn't equated the two names until then. "Oh yes, of course. He was a student in my classes, probably two years ago. I'm sorry I really don't remember much of him." But what the hell did this have to do with anything?

"Thank you. And perhaps you can tell us, are you aware of a dining establishment called "Le Fontainebleau?" I wanted so desperately to wipe the sweat off my forehead, it was about to run into my eyes, but I refrained. 

"Yes."

"Are you aware that Mr. Patterson is a waiter at Le Fontainebleau?"

"No, I was not."

"We have heard from Mr. Patterson that he witnessed you and Miss Simpson at that restaurant having a romantic little dinner for two about 8 weeks ago. Is this correct?" 

Oh shit,  ran through my mind. I hadn't seen Linda since that night, except in class. Now into the next semester, I hadn't even had that little bit of interaction in several weeks. What was this going to do to her? What would it do to her reputation? We hadn't done anything wrong, but I knew appearances could be more damning than evidence. 

"Yes, I had dinner with Miss Simpson."

"But you say your relationship with Miss Simpson is as a "former student."

"Yes, that's correct." 

"I see."

"Mr. B," my least favorite woman in the entire world at the moment started again; "Mr. Patterson said that he witnessed you holding hands, speaking quietly together and leaving together. Are these the type of activities that a former student and professor normally engage in?"

"No." I didn't expound, just let it be.

"Mr. B, are you currently married?

"No."

"Were you married at the time that you had Miss Simpson in your classes?"

"No."

"Mr. B. Have you had a relationship other than as student and teacher with Miss Simpson?" 

It takes a lot to get me riled. "Turn the other cheek" was instilled into me by my parents at an early age, and for the most part it's always been the best policy. But as any cop knows, just keep asking the questions again and again, and eventually a liar will slip up, or the one being questioned will explode. I hadn't lied, not one word -- but I'd had my fill.

"Damn it, if you've got something to ask, Fucking Ask It! You're sitting here trying to entrap me into saying something wrong, trying to trap me in a lie, but it's not going to happen. My personal life and my professional life are two different things. No, I did not trade a grade for sexual favors. At the time that Miss Simpson asked for additional consideration she was just a student, and I was in a relationship with someone else. I didn't meet Linda socially until later that summer, between semesters and we hit it off, we hooked up. Yes, we had a relationship for several weeks -- but she broke it off. She didn't think it wise to allow anyone to know about our relationship, especially since she was going to be taking my class the next semester and she just didn't have time for me in her life. 

Have you got anybody accusing me of something? Have you got someone complaining? You had a very minor discrepancy between how I normally grade and how I graded one semester, and since I am the Professor and according to the University Rules it says the grade is entirely my prerogative,  I've done nothing wrong, and I've explained that. Last semester Linda Simpson called me when her car broke down in the middle of the night because she had no one else to call. I went out on the road at 3 am and picked her up. If you don't believe me, check the police report. I took her home to get her daughter and then helped her get a new car the following day. Afterward I took her out to dinner, and the last time I checked, it is not illegal for two consenting adults to have dinner together in a public place. That is all!"

It was quiet, nobody said anything. 

"Mr. B, we're not making any accusations," we're just being sure that the facts all add up. One last thing, you said that at the time she was in your class you were in a relationship with someone else?" I thought about it, decided to answer.

"Yes."

"And could she corroborate that statement?"

"That I was in a relationship with her? Yes."

"More that you didn't have a relationship with Miss Simpson at that time."

"Is that a stupid question or what? Of course not! Look, I was married to a woman that was sleeping with her boss for months -- and I had no clue. If I'd been asked to testify whether she was having a relationship with someone at that time -- I'd have said no, and I'd have been dead wrong. The reality is unless you've got something specific, somebody who's accusing me of something, somebody who is complaining about something -- tell me. Otherwise, I'm done. I'm not participating in this witch hunt any longer."

I stood up, gave them 10 seconds, and walked for the door. I heard a "Mr. B" just as the door was swinging closed, but I just kept walking. 

And that was the end of it. I never heard another word from anyone. As it turned out, they actually questioned every single professor about the way they created grades and applied them and even came out with supposed guidelines later on in a report. We all knew it was bullshit; it was just a cover for getting rid of a lawsuit that was waiting to happen. The head of the Humanities department was asked to step down at the end of the year. Nobody ever said why, but we all knew. 

~

"Hello?" I answered before looking at the caller ID on the phone, recognizing the number even as I spoke.

"Rick? I had to call someone."

"Linda? What's wrong?" Her voice sounded strange.

"I got in." Like a dummy, I didn't even follow what she was saying.

"In? Got in where?"

"Harvard Medical School! I'm so excited, I had to tell someone!"

"Oh my god! Linda, that's fabulous! Congratulations! That's your dream! When did you find out?"

"I just did. It was in today's mail. I keep reading it, I just can't believe it."

"Believe it, baby. You deserve it. You've worked hard, stuck to your guns, and big sacrifices warrant big rewards."

"Thanks Rick. I gotta go to work, but I had to tell you. Love ya." And she hung up.

"Love you." Two tiny words, we say them to others so often, they flow like water sometimes. But in this case -- it was the first time she'd ever said them to me. I almost forgot about Harvard, having heard those two words. Everything about Linda was running through my mind; meeting her at a strip club, picking her up alongside the highway in the middle of the night, Lori bouncing onto the bed in the morning demanding pancakes -- and now that period in her life was coming to an end, she was going off to Harvard Medical School. 

I glanced down at the letter in my hand, wondering as I did just what the prognosis for a non-tenured professor to get a job in Massachusetts was. I hadn't even moved when the phone rang again. "Rick?"

"Hey Linda, what did you forget?"

"I know I said I wouldn't see you again for six months -- but tomorrow's my day off and if you're free, would you like to take me to dinner to celebrate?"

I didn't even need to think about my answer.

~

I think my mouth fell open when Linda opened the door. At the very least, my eyes bugged out. "Like it?" She asked, twirling in place for me as I opened the screen door.

"Like it? Oh My God, Linda -- you're absolutely stunning." The dress was obviously new, nothing close to anything I'd ever seen her wear before. It certainly wasn't a dress that had been hanging in her closet weeks before when I'd seen her almost non-existent wardrobe. I'd never seen her look this elegant, this exotically beautiful or sexy before. A solid red equivalent to the proverbial little black dress, it was loosely cut where it draped over her bosom, showing a fair amount of cleavage. With two spaghetti straps the only cloth on her upper chest or arms it was something that would have been seen on a beautiful young A-list actress walking into the Emmy's. When she turned around, the back was even lower than the front, only rising to the middle of her lower back; the two straps over her shoulders crossed and attached at the top of the dress, just below her armpits, so her entire back was naked. Even without makeup the contrast with her raven black hair would have been awesome but, with the perfect amount of color she'd added to her face, she was absolutely stunning. A pair of red strapped high heels accenting her legs completed the chic and sexy ensemble. 

I escorted her to the front door at the restaurant; trying to play the perfect gentleman even though she left me feeling completely underdressed and virtually tongue tied. I glanced back at the car when I didn't hear it drive off and found the valet sitting there obviously ogling Linda. 

Linda talked throughout dinner. She'd brought the letter to show me, her excitement and pride making her that much more radiantly beautiful to my eyes. I heard again about how much time she'd spent working for a goal, preparing for something that ultimately wasn't her decision. I heard how, now that she'd made it, the pressure she'd put herself under was off and although the semester and her undergraduate career hadn't yet come to an end, at least it was in sight and she knew that with just a few weeks to go she'd have no problem completing her second goal of going through her entire school career with nothing but A's. "And besides, now that I'm in Harvard -- it really doesn't matter! They've already admitted me even if I didn't get all A's!" 

I sat, and listened and let her talk. The bottle of wine had all but disappeared before she looked around and realized how long we'd been there. "I suppose we should get going?" She asked, leaning forward and reaching across the table to put her hand on top of mine again. The loose folds of her dress fell forward just a little bit as she did drawing my eyes for the thousandth time to the curves of her nearly exposed breasts. I forced my eyes up to meet hers, the twinkle in hers saying she knew exactly where I'd been looking, exactly where she'd wanted me to look.

"I suppose," I answered, nodding. "Are you ready?" 

"Almost," she answered, making no move to sit back or standup. "Three."

"Three what?" I asked, not understanding what she was referring to at all.

"Would I like a nightcap, isn't that what you're supposed to ask? The answer is three, and your place."

~

"Oh my god, you're so beautiful." Linda was lying naked on the sheet beside me, the covers kicked to the foot of the bed. I was lying on my side facing her; I slid my hand up her belly to her breast running a finger around her nipple before cupping it with my hand. I watched her eyes watching my hand, before they flicked back to my own face. "Have I ever told you that?"

"What is it about boobs and guys?" she asked instead of an answer. "All I have to do is take my top off and you guys all become blithering idiots. Show a man your boobs and they completely forget the rest of the world."

"Um-hm," I agreed, my fingers coming to rest with her once again hardening nipple between them. "You don't seem to mind when I pay attention to them."

She giggled. "You do have that effect on me," she said, stretching her arm out and rolling toward me. I reached down, her arms went around me and our lips met. Her hand reached around behind, sliding to my butt and pulling me against her, even as my hand was still pinched between us, her breast in hand. 

Our lovemaking was slower this time, less frantic than the lusty romp that had built from the time we'd walked through the door of the elevator at the restaurant. She'd snuggled against me as the elevator began the 26 floor plunge to the street, my arm going around her back, resting on her shoulder. She'd had her arms clasped to her chest between us; I let my hand drop down her naked back and over the top of her dress to her bottom. I knew most of her underwear were thongs so wasn't surprised to feel nothing beneath the dress but her bottom, but for some reason ran my hand along the dress, across her bum -- realizing as I did that I didn't even find the miniscule cloth of a thong. I felt her looking at me for reaction even as I glanced down, finding her face smiling up at me impishly.

"It's about time you noticed." I didn't answer, just bent my lips to hers. The fingers of my right hand worked the bottom of her dress higher until my hand slid underneath onto her naked bottom; my left hand moments later joining to two handedly pull her against me as my cock expanded rapidly in my pants. Her bottom would have been uncovered except for my hands; if we'd had anyone else with us she would have been indecently exposed. When the elevator slowed I removed them, the dress sliding down over her naked bottom as the elevator door slid open to once again make her just the exotic, beautiful, woman in red. 

Handing over the valet ticket was almost needless, there weren't but a couple of cars left in the lot that late anyway. The lone driver ran off, and I put my arm around Linda pulling her to me again. I bent my head to hers; her tongue slithered between her lips. "I want you," she whispered. 

"I want you too," I whispered back, my lips finding hers, my hand again sliding down over her bottom, this time keeping the dress between my hand and her flesh. It seemed just seconds before the sound of the car, accelerating through the lot and slowing rapidly in front of us, broke up our kiss and fondle.

"You're a stinker!" I said once we'd slid into the car. Although I'd noticed the dress was hot and short, for the first time it meant something more -- knowing that there was nothing beneath to protect her modesty. "What are you trying to do, pull a Brittney Spears?" 

"What? You don't like me without panties on?" she grinned.

Reaching across the center console, I put my right hand on her leg. "Just the opposite -- I love you without panties on." Rubbing gently I began inching it upward under the hem; she made no effort to stop me. As I reached the crease of her leg, her legs spread slightly, but my foray was stopped by the tautness of her dress. Pulling my hand back momentarily to drive as I headed up the freeway onramp, I saw her shift upward, pulling the dress from beneath her bottom. She was now sitting bare bottomed on the seat, only the bunched up dress in her lap keeping her from being nude from the waist down. 

When I slid my hand back to her leg she spread them for me and there was nothing keeping me from finding her wonderland with my fingers. In fact her hand reached up to grasp my arm, keeping me exactly where she wanted me. Her "ummm" of pleasure as my fingers began stroking her preceded the increasing wetness as I continued to play between her legs. She made no effort to stop me as we pulled onto the side streets, our twenty minute freeway drive seemingly over before we started. Traffic on the side streets as we approached the house was non-existent but apparently it didn't matter to her at all. The smell of aroused woman filled the car long before we reached my street, the wetness of her pussy making squishy sounds to my plundering fingers.

Pulling into the driveway, when I started to pull my hand away to shift out of gear and turn the car off her hand gripped mine, preventing me from pulling away. "Almost..." she said - her first words since we'd left the restaurant. I forced the headlights off with my left hand, continuing to sit there with the engine running in gear, foot on the brake, my right fingers stroking her kitty. Now leaning back in the seat, she'd thrust her pelvis forward to my hand. Her dress had ridden up -- if someone had come by and looked in the window, she'd have been completely exposed -- but she also obviously didn't care. Her body quivered now and again, her hips twisting back and forth, trying to move just that little more so my fingers were in the perfect spot. I heard her sharp little intakes of breath followed by seconds on end of not breathing at all, the wet, squishy sounds of my fingers on her pussy somewhat hidden by the idling engine. I could feel the gradually increasing tension in her body, the gradually increasing force as she raised her pelvis against my hand, but there was nothing gradual about the sudden shuddering and gripping of my hand as she exploded in orgasm. I stilled my fingers, only to have her shudder convulsively once again as I resumed caressing her. "Stop," she commanded half-heartedly. I did, leaving my hand in place cupping her mound, my finger resting against her clit.

"God that was nice," she said as she released my hand and turned slightly to look at me. I purposely pressed my finger harder onto her clit as I withdrew my hand. I reached over and secured the car, the inside lights coming on automatically as I turned the ignition off. Leaning over the console on my right arm, she leaned in toward me and I kissed her, my left hand coming up to caress her cheek. "Let's go in," she said when she pulled away.

I unlocked the front door of the house and pushed it open allowing Linda to enter before me. As I turned to push the door closed and lock it something bulky and soft suddenly hit me in the head - a flash of red falling through my peripheral vision. I unconsciously grabbed at it and closed my hand, realizing as I did that it was Linda's red dress. 

Turning in surprise, I found Linda standing totally naked except for her red high heels, an impish grin on her face. Stepping forward she reached for my belt, her mouth hungrily searching for mine. I crushed her naked body to mine at first in a bear hug, rapidly relaxing that as the hug was keeping us from getting my clothes off. Her mouth hungrily sucked mine, slipping away, coming back again as our hands worked together to strip my clothes off. I hooked one shoe with my other toe, slipping first one foot out and then the other, immediately stepping out of my pants that had fallen to my feet as she'd already gotten my belt and pants undone. She reached in to unhook my cock where it had gotten stuck on my underwear and I stepped out of them as they also fell to my ankles. My hands had been roaming her body, cupping her breasts, stroking her ass as we'd worked on undressing me. Now with us both naked, our mouths were once again locked into a kiss, her mouth hungrily sucking my tongue into hers. Her right hand slipped between us to grip my penis, stroking slowly. My hand slipped again to her naked ass, pulling her against me, trapping her arm until she pushed back slightly, pulled away from our kiss but still sucking my tongue until it slipped from between her lips. "Fuck me right here," she said, turning and leaning her back against the door and pulling me toward her by my cock. 




The Student Ch. 03



I had to bend my knees and dip down to get the angle, her hand guiding me into place. I straightened my legs and bottomed out in her before I'd totally straightened up. Not hesitating, I continued lifting just those last few inches, totally impaling her on my cock, her legs coming off the floor. Her legs hooked behind mine and I turned to push her against the door. Holding her there with my upper body I rocked myself in and out. Her vagina tightened around me each time I pulled back, its grip loosening each time I pushed forward, her pussy naturally milking my cock. The door creaked with each thrust, an image from the movie "The Godfather" flashing through my mind. Her hands were on either side of my neck, holding my face to hers, our mouths frozen together. My tongue was hungrily sucked into her mouth, my cock simultaneously sucked into the fiery warmth of her pussy.

Despite the unusual and unexpectedness of it all, the standing position wasn't doing it for me. I locked my arms around her waist, holding her on me as I turned and stumbled my way to the living room sofa. Dropping her down onto her back I grabbed her legs and bent her over, slipping them over my shoulders and practically bending her in two, as I pressed down onto her. Her hands alternately caressed my pecs, her fingers finding and flicking my nipples, and then slid behind to grab my naked ass and pull me yet harder into her. "Oh my god, Rick, I've missed you so much, I need you so much," she moaned as I pistoned my cock into her.

"Oh Fuck Linda -- you're so fucking hot. I want to fuck you forever. I want to make you cum. Cum for me baby! Cum on my cock!" I didn't even realize what I was saying, how frantic I was becoming. I hadn't had sex with anyone in weeks, and the last person I'd had sex with was currently impaled on my member once again.

Pushing her legs off my shoulders I bent down to her, my mouth hungrily latching onto hers, for the moment content to be bottomed out in her liquid warmth. Flexing my cock inside her, she moaned into my mouth, her vagina squeezing my cock in response. Bending my legs and leaning backward, it took all I had to pull her upward off the couch, her legs wrapped around mine once again as I rose. Changing my grip to under her arms, I lifted her higher still, sliding her up my cock, and then down, fucking her in a standing position, unaided by the wall. "Oh Baby," she moaned, her arms coming forward around my neck. Three times I lifted and slid her back down, rested a moment then one more time before I turned and stumbled across the room and down the hall. 

I slowed at the doorway, Linda's hand reached over and found the light switch, before I stumbled forward once more -- depositing her, still impaled on my cock, onto the bed. I grunted, slowly slipping down and out as I moved my mouth to her breasts, suckling and kissing her nipples as my hands slipped again to her naked bottom. I relinquished her nipples, my mouth continuing southward as I gradually dropped to my knees. At last my tongue and lips found her hot silkiness, my tongue slipping between her lips, tasting her juices, pressing it as deeply inside her as I could before I rose back that little bit to suck and tongue her clit. I felt her body pressing upward to my tongue just as it had to my fingers in the car earlier. Responding to her non-verbal request, I continued right where I was, keeping my tongue against her clit until her body throbbed once more in an involuntary convulsion, another orgasm washing across her. Her hands came and gripped my head, holding me in place for many seconds until she gasped and pushed me away. 

Gripping one of her legs, I stepped back and lifted. "On your knees," I commanded. She rolled over as I'd said, pulling her knees underneath, dropping her chest and arms to the bed, presenting her naked bottom to me. Her vagina gaped open, a hot pink hole begging to be plugged. Her lips were swollen from what they'd been earlier, her ass crack glistening with her juices. I slid forward, my cock and her pussy perfectly aligned, and this time I realized this was the position I'd been looking for. The tension perfect, the angle perfect, the liquid warmth of her vagina perfect, I knew it was just moments before I too, came.

At first I was holding her hips with both hands, pulling her bottom back against me as I plunged into her depths. My eyes devoured her perfect ass, the cheeks that I'd admired so often in jeans that I'd slipped my hands under her dress earlier to fondle. I let go with my left hand to run it across her bottom. My finger found the juices that had run down (or was it up?) her ass crack. I traced it from her lower back down towards her pussy until I found her asshole. Instantly her ass cheeks clinched around my finger, simultaneously her pussy clinched around my cock. Holding her hip with one hand, I plunged again and again into her fiery depth. "Umm," I unconsciously hummed, my finger continuing to press against her rose bud, her cheeks continuing to clinch my finger, her pussy clinching against my cock in response. Already on the verge, the added contractions of her body sent me over the edge, my cock exploding several weeks of cum inside her.

The first jet was the biggest, a second just as strong followed by two slightly smaller. I don't know why, but it was as the third spasm became the fourth that for some reason it dawned on me that for the first time we hadn't used a condom. Suddenly panicked but unable to control myself, I involuntarily pushed in one more time even as my mind told me to pull out. Finally able to withdraw, my cock slid forward and upward between her clinched ass cheeks, two more small spasms dribbling the last of my orgasm onto her ass and my hand.

"Oh shit, Linda, we forgot a condom," I spouted, aghast at my mistake, panting and weak kneed from the exertion. Withdrawing my finger from between her ass cheeks, I recognized that they didn't immediately relax, nor did she answer. Slowly her body slumped, her hand rising off the bed to rest on my hand, and I realized that her clinching pussy and ass had been from yet another orgasm. She collapsed forward; I followed, sliding in beside her. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, baby,' she managed to say through her panting, her hand patting mine. "It's ok. I'm on the pill."

"But you were before, and you ended up with Lori."

"I know; but I've changed prescriptions, it shouldn't happen again."

"You're sure?" I questioned, not completely certain about her assuredness.

"I'm sure. And besides -- I didn't forget, I just chose not to."

We'd lain together for half an hour or more, slowly recovering and gently stroking each other before we'd resumed our lovemaking in a more leisurely fashion. Unlike those frenzied activities that had partially sated us earlier, now our caresses were slow and deliberate. Eventually pushing me onto my back she straddled me and with a little helping hand our bodies aligned, my hardness filling her, her warmth enveloping me. General caresses became more and more specific until with a little gasp and collapse onto my chest from her and a grunt where I'd tried to lift my hips, forcing myself deeper into her, we'd both finished again. 

Linda was laying sideways, my arm under her head, her upper hand gently stroking through the hair on my chest. "Whatcha thinking?' she asked, her hand stopping momentarily on my chest. 

"About you. You've changed," I said simply.

"How so?"

"Back when we first met -- you were telling me how you'd gone in and vomited every time before you went to work. Tonight you went out in public naked beneath your dress, a walking wet dream, begging every male within a hundred miles to look at the most beautiful, most sexy woman on the planet." I had my hand slowly stroking down her arm to her bottom and back. "And then you practically begged me to get you off on the way home, not even letting me shut the car off until you did. And then when we got inside, you didn't even let me get the door closed before you were totally naked." I paused, almost forgot where I was going before remembering. "Oh -- and no condom."

"Are you complaining?" she whispered without lifting her head from my shoulder.

"Oh God no, baby. I liked it all. The sexy red dress, the sexy woman wearing it... fingering you as we drove... I'm just wondering what happened to that slightly more conservative girl that sent "Brook" to work in her place." She didn't say anything when I finished, we just lay there for a few moments.

"Maybe I've grown up a little. I learned a few things from Brook over the last couple of years. She doesn't always have to go to work for me anymore."

"How's that?"

"I don't know when I realized it, but at times I really enjoyed the power of turning men on, that it was fun to be the object of their fantasies, to make their mouths hang open, to make their cocks hard and there isn't a damn thing they can do about it. I found myself occasionally thinking as "Linda" when I was showing off instead of "Brook," and one night I just decided go to work as Linda and found out I didn't mind anymore. It turned me on more than I could have imagined, but I really wanted it to be you that I was turning on."

"Well you certainly did that tonight."

"Umm, I'm glad."

"When did you get the dress -- it's new? You looked absolutely fabulous."

She giggled slightly, her face turning up to look at mine. "After my car broke down and you took me to that restaurant, about a week after that. I had it in my mind that when the day came that you took me there again that I was going to wear something that would make you insane for me."

"I was already insane for you. I'm glad you didn't have that last time though."

"Why not?" 

For the first time I told her about the inquisition, about James Patterson having seen us at Le Fontainebleau, about blowing up at the inquisitors and telling them to go fuck themselves. She wanted to know why I'd never said anything. "Said anything to whom?" I questioned in return, "The woman that I'm supposedly not having an affair with and not seeing?" She didn't say anything; we just lay there for a few moments.

"What about no condom? When did you go on the pill, or should I say, when did you get your prescription changed?"

"Three years ago."

"What? Three years? You mean... we could have had sex without condoms anytime and you were safe?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't... I mean I thought you weren't -- I mean..." I wasn't sure what I meant. "Why now?"

"After Lori was born and dickwad ran away, I just told myself I'd never take any chance with someone again unless I knew that I loved him."

It took a second for what she'd said to register, but when it did I rolled to her, putting my other arm over her, enveloping her in a bear hug. I held her like that, tight to my chest for several minutes, before I relaxed a bit, allowing her to look up into my face once again. Reaching up with my upper hand, I caressed her cheek as I said "Those are the most beautiful words I've ever heard, because I've known for some time now that I love you. I'm not sure which was worse, having you in my class where I could see you and not being able to hold you and kiss you and make love to you, or not having you in my class and not seeing you at all. It doesn't matter now, this is almost over, but I want it to stop now. I don't want you to go home. I want you to stay with me. I want you to let your apartment go, to save that extra money for school and you and Lori to move in with me. I need you Linda. I love you and I want you here with me."

I'd been thinking about this for quite some time. I knew all her arguments; school, work, secrecy, the need to not broadcast our relationship to the rest of the school. I was prepared to argue this time, to point out that everything she was saying was now irrelevant with that piece of paper that she'd received from Harvard and the piece of paper that I'd presented to the dean the week after my inquisition. Despite my preparation to argue her down, I wasn't prepared for her answer.

"Ok."

~

It was hours before we actually went to sleep. Unbeknownst to me, she'd made arrangements not just for evening babysitting, but for Lori to spend the night at the babysitters. We lay and talked and made love and talked some more -- filling each other in on everything that had happened that the other didn't know about. When I woke and found that I was supposed to be in class in an hour -- I called in sick and cancelled my classes for the day -- the first day of work I'd missed in the four and a half years that I'd been teaching. 

"What's she like?" Linda questioned when I told her that just as she'd predicted, Mary Richards and I had hooked up after Linda had broken it off with me. I told her everything; how we'd gotten together, when, where, how often. I told her how Mary was pretty adventurous when it came to sex, but wasn't interested in a live in lover or marriage -- she liked her independence, just occasionally needed someone to fulfill her carnal urges. When she said she wanted details -- I told her. What position she liked best, where her erogenous zones were, what turned her on. I told her how she'd told me all about her threesome with the Swede's the previous summer, and that she said that when I left perhaps she'd try women for a while.

"She's bi-sexual?"

"I guess that's what that means. At least she said she'd liked it."

"What about you, have you ever done that?"

"Me? With a man? Heavens no. Doesn't appeal to me at all. I like women." 

"I was talking about a threesome, have you ever done that?"

"No. I've fantasized about it, I think every man does, but it's never happened. Have you?"

Why is it that not saying anything sometimes tells us more than words? As soon as she hesitated, my mind began flying through the possibilities. I couldn't remember her having said anything before about a threesome, which meant that in the last few weeks she must have. Probably she met someone; went home with him and he had a roommate -- or perhaps they were together when she met them and...

"Almost," she interrupted my thoughts.

"Almost?" I repeated. "How do you almost have a threesome?" I didn't want to admit it, but I felt jealous pangs. Even though we weren't together, the thought of her fucking someone else, actually two someone else's, almost got to me. I kicked myself -- how was her dating and having sex with someone when we weren't together any different than Mary and I jumping each other's bones? 

"Who was it?" I asked, "Would I know him?"

She didn't answer, instead asked, "Have you ever done anal?"

"Anal sex?" I asked, not really clarifying as much as giving myself time to think. My mind immediately remembered our earlier session when we'd come home and I'd fingered her ass and the way her body had responded. 

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah, maybe." 

I wasn't sure what the problem was; how she could "maybe" have anal sex, how she could "almost" have a threesome -- but she obviously was having trouble talking about it. I waited, and then asked, "Want to tell me about it?"

"Did I ever tell you about Marisa? At the club? Red head with a devil's head tattoo on the side of her boob?"

"No, doesn't sound familiar."

"Hmmm. Yeah, probably not. She just started a few months back." She'd told me about some of her co-workers back when we'd been going together, but that had been the previous year so anyone new, I wouldn't even know about. "She's been hitting on me ever since she started work there."

For the first time the realization hit me that it was possible for Linda to have had a threesome that didn't involve two guys. It could have been a couple -- or perhaps two women -- and then it dawned on me that it could have been even more...

"Marisa's about 30 and has a higher sex drive than any man I've ever known." She just started talking, slowly -- in no rush, almost thinking out loud. "The first time I ever saw her she made a comment about taking me home with her, that I was pretty enough to eat. I just laughed at her and told her I wasn't into women. She said that if I'd just give her a try, I'd never go back. For the past few months, every time I see her in the back room or we get a time to talk she always let me know all I had to do was say the word. And it's not just that she's into women, she has two boyfriends that she lives with.

I swear her life revolves around sex. She's always telling us how she needs two guys to keep her satisfied, how one wears out too fast, and how they can keep her going all night long, how she'll wear one out and take on the other while the first one recovers, and how sometimes she takes on both at the same time. She says that she absolutely loves anal sex, and a DP is even better. She says she's occasionally brought home another woman for the three of them to share, but mostly when she's with a woman she just likes to have her to herself." Linda was lying on her side snuggled against me as she talked, but wasn't looking me in the face. Her head was resting on my arm, her free hand resting on my chest occasionally playing with my chest hair. 

"Occasionally at the club some big spender will come in and want to be entertained by two girls at once. About three weeks ago Marisa and I had the late afternoon shift; we were supposed to be off at 8. She came up to me and said that she had a big fish in the private rooms that wanted the two of us to entertain him for an hour. She said when she'd told him it was $500, $250 for an hour for each of us; he pulled out a wad of cash and counted out a thousand more for a tip.

I asked her what it was that he wanted us to do, that for that kind of money he could get Casey to do him, but she said he wasn't interested in doing anything with us; he just wanted to watch us. I wasn't sure about it, but eventually I went with her.

At first we just did our dance routines just at the same time. He was good, he never took his hands off his lap, just took turns watching us. After the first three songs when we'd gotten naked, then he began to ask to see certain things. He wanted me to grab Marisa's ass, or her to grab mine. He wanted to see us feel each other up, and then he wanted to see us kiss. We did, but it was all just a show. He kept having us do more and more explicit things, but when he asked us to finger each other I told him we weren't allowed to. Marisa was behind me at the time and whispered into my ear "spoilsport -- I was looking forward to that." Anyway, Marisa was behind me, rubbing her hands and body all over me. We spun around so we were face to face and we were doing it more; rubbing our bodies together, rubbing our hands over each other. Marisa had been nuzzling my neck like a lover and had moved down my chest when she suddenly bent over and sucked my nipple into her mouth.

I hadn't realized until then how turned on I'd gotten, how Marisa had managed to actually get me all hot and bothered, but she had. I don't know how but I suddenly realized that she'd raised back up and this time when she kissed me, I kissed her back. I don't know how long we were making out in front of him, but her hands were all over me and she was fingering me and I suddenly realized that mine were all over her too. The guy wasn't even telling us what to do anymore -- just watching. At one point Marisa whispered into my ear  "you are coming home with me tonight,"  so that just I could hear." 

I couldn't tell if Linda was just thinking when she quit talking, whether the tale was done or what. I waited about 15 seconds before I asked, "So what happened, did you go home with her?"

Her head began nodding silently on my shoulder. "Yeah, I went home with her." Just the one phrase; and then quiet again for another half minute before she picked up the confession again. "I'd never been with a woman before, but she knew exactly what to do. She had me on fire even before we got our clothes off. It wasn't like you, you touch me different, but she just didn't miss. Everywhere she touched was exactly right, like she was in my mind. We ended up like at the club, she was nuzzling my neck and we were kissing and she sucked on my nipples and... then she went down on me." This time when she paused, I just waited. Her hand had been on my stomach and chest as she was talking, but now reached down to my cock which was again rock hard. She didn't stroke me, just held me in her hand. "And I did it to her, too." 




The Student Ch. 03



"After I came she came up again and kissed me and I could taste me just like when you've gone down on me. I kissed her back and started doing it to her just like she'd done to me. Afterward she got out a little toy and began to tease me with it -- using it around my clit, and then sliding it inside while she used her tongue on me. I was close to coming again when she pulled it out, slid it down to my ass and pressed it against my asshole.

I'd never done anything like that before, had no idea I could be sensitive back there, but the vibrations, her tongue against my clit and her fingers inside me and I think I screamed when I came. I don't remember, I just remember it going on and on and on.... Afterward I told her I'd never had that done before, and she looked surprised and said "you've never had anal sex?" When I told her no, she said "My God girl -- you don't know what you're missing. There are times I would rather have anal -- the orgasms are just so different, and so strong. Can you imagine having an orgasm like you just had with a cock up your ass instead of a vibrator?" I told her I couldn't imagine it. She laughed and said a fun thing to do is a 'stack', but I told her I didn't know what a stack was. She said that her boys kept her satisfied, but they were bi, so they also did each other. Occasionally when they're having anal sex while the one is fucking her butt, the other guy will fuck the first one at the same time so he's both giving and receiving -- they're 'stacked' together." 

"That was it?" I asked when her pause made me think nothing else was coming. "Did you spend the night or what?""

"No, I had to go home to get Lori, but after we'd recovered a bit, she started kissing me again, and this time rolled over so we could get into a 69. This time she started touching me with her finger, only she was working it against me to put it in me. I was just about to cum when I felt the bed move and heard a man's voice say, "Did Marisa bring us a playmate?" 

I really hadn't thought about it beforehand, I guess I just never thought that her boyfriends were going to show up like that. When I looked over they were already naked and climbing onto the bed. Marisa pulled away and said "This is Brook, it's up to her, but she's sort of hung up on a guy at the moment." And that was all it took -- I realized that I didn't want to be there with them, with any of them. I said I needed to go, that I had to go get Lori from the sitter. Marisa just rolled over and kissed one of them and then the other and grabbed their cocks and said 'suit yourself, you're welcome to stay and play.'" 

Linda turned her head and looked at me, but she was too close. I pulled away a little so I could see her. She still had hold of my cock, physical evidence that her little story of an almost threesome, almost anal fucking, and her first lesbian experience had undoubtedly proven arousing to me. "And that was it? I see how you can say you almost had a threesome because the guys showed up, but how do you say "maybe" to anal sex?"

"All she did was touch me there, just like you did. She never really penetrated, so I've never really had anything back there." 

I just nodded, thinking about what she'd told me. On the one hand, it didn't bother me in the least that she'd played with Marisa, but on the other hand, I was so glad that she'd left before she got into it with the two guys, and so glad that the perv at the club hadn't tried anything. "Are you upset?" she asked.

"Me?" I looked back at her again. "No. No reason to be. I guess it's no different than me hooking up with Mary, and I'm glad it was Marisa, rather than just "some guy' who I'd have to be jealous of." 

She was quiet for a few moments, finally asking "Are you still seeing Mary?" I could sense the angst in her voice; similar to the night so many months before when she'd asked me if I'd told my fellow bachelor partyers that I knew that "Brook" was really Linda Simpson and a student of mine.

"No. We saw each other for a while, but I broke it off."

"You did? Why?"

It was an easy answer. "Because it was just sex, there's never been anything between us except physical gratification -- and I don't need that any more. I realized that the only thing I wanted, the only thing I needed, was you." 

Linda was quiet for a moment, I felt something warm and wet on my arm. Reaching over, I tilted her head up toward me. Tears were streaming out of her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, bending to pull her to me, "why are you crying?" She rose to meet me, a hot, warm and slobbery kiss meeting me in return. 

"That's why I called, that's why I'm here. I realized I don't want to live alone anymore; I don't want to live without you anymore. I love you." 

Make up sex, even when you haven't been fighting, is the best.

~

It was early afternoon when we finally got dressed and went to get Lori. We swung by their apartment and just grabbed a bunch of their stuff. Linda's computer, a bunch of clothes for both of them was all we got to start, but over the next couple of days every time she or I went by we stopped in and brought out another bunch of their things. Inside of a week, we'd virtually moved them out, one box at a time.

Lori took to living in a house without hesitation. She loved having her own room, and although for the most part took to sleeping alone quite well, there were a couple of times I woke to find Linda cuddled with a little girl on the far side of the bed. It was a bit strange at first, having a naked little girl running around the house, particularly in that since she'd been living in a single bedroom, single bath, apartment with her mother for three years she thought nothing about nudity or modesty, either her own or Linda's or mine. It was bound to happen sooner or later, and as Linda had said, "she doesn't know any different until we teach her." She came bounding into the bathroom as I was getting out of the shower, coming face to face with my naked and thankfully flaccid self. Apparently it wasn't the traumatic experience I thought it might be; she just glanced at me and said whatever it was she'd come to say, and pranced back out. 

It was perhaps a week later that it happened again. I don't know when I came awake, or when I became aware that something was different. It had been a warm night, and although Linda had the sheet over her, I was on top of everything, naked as always, sleeping on my back. It was just past dawn, the soft glow of the indirect morning light filling the room. I gradually became aware of something to my side and looking over found Lori standing there looking at me. It was a morning after Linda had worked, so she'd awakened me to make love when she'd come home. My normal morning hard-on had been taken care of hours earlier so at least she wasn't seeing me erect. 

"Billy's got a penis but it's not that big," Lori stated when she saw me look over and realize she was there. I tried not to react in shock, just reached over and pulled the sheet over me. Without asking, Lori climbed onto the bed, over me, and between her mother and me. I realized that I'd probably gotten it right, I hadn't made a big deal about it and the fact that I was physically different than her or her mother was of no more importance than it was with Billy, whoever Billy was.

Linda had been on her side facing away from me, but awoke to Lori's touch and turned. "Hello, Baby," she said, cuddling her girl to her.

"Can I sleep with you and Rick?" 

"It's almost time to get up," Linda answered, but I couldn't help but smile. For the first time, Lori had not just asked to sleep with her mother -- but with her mother and me.

~ 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer began, pausing for the crowd to become silent. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's always a great achievement when someone has managed to reach the end of their stay at a University and obtain nothing but top grades. It's a sign that they have excelled in every class, every varied field that they've been asked to study. It's a sign that they are capable of looking at the world in a large and varied sense. Presenting today, for our class valedictorian and student of the year, by his own request, is Dr. B."

I stepped up to the podium, glanced around and began. "Every semester, there are a few students that come through our classes, come through our school, that are above average. They excel in every facet of their education. They stand above their fellow students academically in a way that is obvious to all that teach and generally to their fellow students. And then, occasionally, we find a student that comes through the classes that is as far above those few superior students as the superior students are above the average student. We have one of those exceptional persons with us graduating here today. 

I met this individual nearly two years ago when she quietly entered my class, took the second seat back against the wall on the right side of the classroom. She then proceeded through the next two semesters to answer any question posed; to attempt to reason out and use her intellect to extrapolate with the tools that she'd learned to take the next step forward on her own, to use those tools to solve increasingly harder problems. I had an occasion to examine her scholastic record, and found other professors recording the exact sentiments that I myself was having. "Hard Worker!" "Outstanding Worker!" "My Top Achiever!" were accolades that were already recorded in her record before I saw it; and I've added a few such comments of my own."

"This young lady took on the rigors of a higher education, not only for herself, but for her young daughter. A single mother, this young woman not only took on school, she did it without scholarships, without student loans, without financial aid or money from her family. She worked full time and earned every penny to support herself and her young daughter while getting the very top grades in the entire university. She professed to me that she would graduate Magna Cum Laude, and with a little luck, Summa Cum Laude. I can stand here today and tell you that luck had nothing to do with it. It was with pure, hard work and perseverance that allows her today, as she graduates, to have the notation "Summa Cum Laude" on her degree signifying that she had nothing but the very highest grades achievable. We honor this year's Student of the Year and Valedictorian with the first of several awards she is receiving. Linda Eleanor Simpson, please step forward."

Seated in the front row, she rose and walked to the stairs and across the stage toward me. I first read the list of awards that she was receiving, ending by reading the plaque declaring her "Student of the Year" and handed it to her. "This isn't the end of schooling for Linda; it's just the beginning. Along with professing that she wanted to graduate Summa Cum Laude, she told me her goal was to attend a top medical school, so it is with great pleasure that we now officially announce that Miss Simpson has been accepted to Harvard Medical School to begin in the fall." I handed her the letter, obviously no surprise to her, and shook her hand. "Congratulations." She shook my hand and began to walk off. "One moment, Linda, I've got one more award for you." I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye as the rest of the faculty on stage glanced at each other, wondering what they'd missed.

"Before I do that however, while I've got the stage, I'd like to announce that I have resigned my position at the university. I'd like to bid a fond farewell to those students that have come through my classes, those professors that have grown into more than just co-workers, to all that have become friends over the last few years. I'm moving on, it was time, and hopefully I'll be pursuing opportunities in another state. That said, there is one last presentation for Miss Simpson." I nodded to Mary Richards in the back row of faculty who released Lori and gave her the ok to come forward. 

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Linda turned, and upon seeing her daughter, turned back to me. "What's going on?" she whispered. I didn't answer, instead bending down and taking the envelope from Lori's hand. I made a show of running a finger under the flap to peal open the envelope, keeping its contents hidden for the moment. "Thank you. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Linda's 5 year old daughter Lori who has just delivered the final presentation." Linda looked sideways to Lori and reached for her hand. "Unlike any of the academic achievement awards which go with you forever, this you can choose to turn down, although I hope you won't." Dropping to one knee I said, "Linda Simpson, will you allow me to become Lori's Daddy and allow me to become your husband? Linda, will you marry me?"

The last time I got a hot, warm, slobbery kiss like that we weren't nearly as well dressed and we didn't have a stadium full of graduates standing and applauding. I don't know, she never really said, but I think the answer was yes.