1 comments/ 17601 views/ 0 favorites School's Out for Winter By: sola_naceae Last day of classes. Finally! Solana couldn't believe how relieved she was. She'd thought going back to grad school would be a breeze. She was a good student, loved writing, and had a thirst for knowledge. But her Master's program in public health at City University was anything but engaging. In fact, it was the opposite: the professors were boring and disinterested, the courseload punishing, the paperwork and related bureaucratic bullshit a nightmare. So after a rough and exhausting semester, Solana was glad to be in the pub raising pints and clinking glasses with a few of the other battle-worn students. In her mid-thirties, but with a petite frame and long hair keeping her looking more like a solid 27 (or so she liked to think), she felt comfortable in this small crowd of the older students, ranging from late 20's to late 40s. Surprisingly, with them this evening were Sherm and Jim, two of the cooler guys in the program, which, otherwise, was made up of 90% women. Solana always felt more comfortable around guys than chicks, so she was glad for their company. Still, it was late, and a Wednesday, and most of the others started dropping like flies once it hit 11:00 pm. But Solana wanted to keep going! It'd been too long since she'd been social, and the desire to get ridiculously drunk hit her like a rush of wind. She had hope that the two guys might help her keep the party up, even if they couldn't convince any of the other girls to stay. Solana knew Sherm was a drinker, too – hell, they'd practically get wasted before their Wednesday night class pretty much every week! Sherm was a great-looking, slim Filipino guy with fashionable shoes and slicked back hair. With a winning, sociable charm and a wicked sense of humor, he was, like most of the guys in the program, surely gay. He was great fun, and almost always good for one more round. She thought they could probably convince Jim to come along, too. He'd been consistently putting the drinks away since they'd walked into the bar, and seemed to really need some extra relief that night. A gruff, slightly burly, outspoken and droll guy with bright blue eyes, shaggy light brown hair, and a bright if infrequent smile hidden behind a trim, nicely kempt beard, Solana'd had the hots for Jim from day one. Sadly, any hope for action on that front was crushed shortly thereafter, when Jim asked her for travel advice about Mexico, where he was heading – with his "girl." "Dammit," she'd thought, "I can never catch a fucking break." Still, they'd all hung out a few times, and Solana was glad he'd come along tonight. The three of them headed off for another bar not far away, and continued to put the drinks down, keeping up with one another, drink for drink. After Sherm & Solana rather blatantly checked out a couple clearly on a blind date ("OMG do you see what she's wearing???"), Jim showed them how it was done, casually getting up and checking out the scene on the way to the bar for another round. "You two totally fail Spy School," he joked, cocking his fingers at them. It was a joke that would last the rest of the night. As the trio got drunker and drunker, Sherm and Solana started competing over who was more hard up for sex. "It's been since the fucking summer," Solana complained, "and he didn't even speak English!" Sherm laughed. "Well, it's been almost that bad for me," he replied, "but I don't usually ask them to talk!" "Ha!" Solana replied. A few minutes later, she asked, tentatively, "So, Sherm... What team DO you play for, anyway?" Sherm blushed, and complimented her. "You know, I'm glad you asked. People usually assume I'm gay. But in actuality... I play for both sides!" He gave her arm a squeeze. She laughed, knowingly. "It's like any port in a storm for you two, isn't it," asked Jim. Solana and Sherm giggled again, and Solana patted Jim's leg. "It depends how you define 'port'..." As the night wore down, and they headed out the door of the bar to look for cabs, Solana leaned into Sherm and asked, "Hey... wanna walk me home?" She looked right at him, and raised her eyebrows. He had to have known what she was asking. He paused, but only briefly, and gave her a short moment's consideration. Very short. "Yeah...." he said, "I'm gonna head home. See you Monday!" and with that, hopped into the cab. "Man, rejected!!" Solana thought. "Boy am I going to feel like a fool for hinting at that! Sheesh." She wasn't quite ready to go home, so it was nice that Jim offered to walk her back to her place instead. Too bad she wouldn't be getting any that night, though. She knew how much Jim dug on his chica. They chatted lightly on the way home, about Jim's new house out in the outskirts of the city, about school, and about what they'd rather be doing instead of term papers. Solana was impressed that Jim was a mountain biker. He bitched about putting on the grad-school version of the Freshman 15 since he had so little time for riding, but Solana seemed shocked – he wore it well! Jim's physique reminded her of her ex's, and she tried to compliment him in a way that was friendly without being too flirtatious. About 10 minutes later, the two of them got back to her place. "Wanna call a cab? We can sit on the stoop to wait for it. Should only be a few minutes," Solana suggested. She really wasn't ready for the night to end. "Well, can I come in and use the can?" he asked, matter-of-factly. "Oh of course, sure," she said, and they stumbled together up the driveway back to her apartment. She hadn't realized quite how drunk she was, but she began to notice that familiar spinning feeling fading in and out. The went inside, and she poured herself some water while Jim took a leak. "Hey Jim," she called, "want some water? Or juice? Seltzer?" "Seltzer," he shouted, and came on out, settling in on a barstool as she poured the club soda. "So I'm trying to figure out how to play this next," he said. "Hmmm?" she said, distracted. "Well, you know," he said, in all seriousness, "I feel like you've been making it clear all night that you want to get with me." "Um, what?" Had she??? "So do I make a move or what?" He just put it out there. "Um, Jim, you have a girlfriend!" "Yeah, whatever. So like, do I just take you to the bedroom? Or, what comes next." He looked at her with his unblinking blue eyes, as if it were her choice to make. Solana wasn't quite sure what was happening. She thought she'd kept herself clearly in the friends department, but was her desire really that obvious? What was that not-so-modest talk with Sherm communicating, after all? Without thinking, she approached him, and ran her fingers up his neck and through the back of his thick hair. It'd been too long.... "Well, I guess we could just make out for a little while," she said, leaning in toward him. Jim looked up and met her wannabe soft kiss with an open-mouthed, hot passion that drew her into him with a thick grip and a stiff force. Although slightly taken aback by the energy in his response, she acquiesced almost instantly. His pouty mouth was open and probing, more and more insistently. She pulled on the lapels of his blue nylon jacket, listening to the crinkly scratching as she moved her hands underneath it. She had one last thought about the other girl, and began walking him backwards through the apartment to the door, tongues still entwined. "It's safer on the porch," she said, opening the door and stumbling into the dark night. They groped each other a little bit more there on the steps, but instead of cooling down the makeout session, things seemed to only be getting hotter. "Are you sure you don't want to go home," she asked? He shook his head, firmly and clearly. No. By this point, Solana was too punch-drunk with vodka and horniness to think anymore about context. She opened the door, dragged him inside, and, with lights full-on, just took off her top, bra, and pulled him down on the couch on top of her. Without a second thought, Jim pulled off her boots and ripped down her jeans & panties in one shot, leaving her buck naked yet he, mostly clothed. They took a moment to concur that yes, she probably should've left on the knee socks (mental note!), but she was too frenzied to do anything about it. She felt his thick hands running up her thigh, the top of his head slowly moving up from her ankles. "Oh man," she thought, "this is my favorite part..." With no pretense, he ran his soft lips up her leg to her waiting pussy, now dripping and musky with anticipation. He dove in, and she was almost instantly driven wild by the contrast of the scratch of his beard along with the wet probes of his tongue against her soft flesh. With one leg over the back of the couch and the other on the floor, she splayed herself for him as he used his mouth and his fingers to bring her to the edge. This was the type of solid, real man that she couldn't get enough of -- not one of those hairless waify types with asses smaller than hers – and she longed to feel his weight on her. Lifting her tiny leg over his head, she turned on her side to expose the small of her back and curve of her ass, drawing him down to her again from behind, loving the feel of the cloth of his pants on her bare skin. She ground against him for a moment, then, turning around, began to strip him of his sweater and shirt, leaning her face into his neck as she writhed. "Don't bite," he chastised gruffly, wrenching away from her just a bit. Chest now bare, Jim then scooped her up in one motion into an easy cradle carry and brought her into the bedroom, tossing her in one shot onto the bed. Suddenly, Solana realized that maybe she'd made her likes more clear than she'd expected, what with the dirty-talk back there sitting at that bar. He flipped her over again, so her face was pressed down into the bed, and hitched her ass up just a little more, as he leaned over her, forcing her knees apart. "I want to fuck you in all 3 holes," Jim said. "You want that?" he added, hovering over her. Solana could only mutter out grunts into the pillow in response. She was so wet at this point that he slipped two thick fingers easily into her pussy, twisted his hand around, and moved his thumb to the pucker of her next bud, already soft from her own juices that had dripped down. Jim clearly knew what he was doing, and just eased the digit in past the swollen front ring and deep to the next knuckle in one slow, continuous movement. Solana gasped, and pushed back on his hand as he began to work his fingers in and out of her pussy at the same time, trying to force a third in as he twisted, moving his thumb up and around inside her tight channel. "You like to feel my thumb in your dirty little asshole, huh?" he growled in her ear. "Don't you?" Solana didn't have to say anything: it was obvious. Still, Jim's words were making her even hotter. She tried to respond, but realized her capacity for dirty talk was limited to Spanish-- she was suddenly too embarrassed to respond similarly in her native tongue! And so although she wanted more, she wanted, in fact, his whole hand if she could take it, she couldn't speak the words, but could only push back and buck and groan and bite the pillow. Jim began to steadily pump his hand in and out of her pussy, spreading her, stroking the rough spot on the way in and out. All the while, his thumb was implanted firmly in her ass, and it twisted as he moved the rest of his fingers. Solana was on the brink. She bucked back into his hand, driving him deeper and deeper in, covering Jim's entire hand with her juices. He squeezed her waist with his other hand, giving her ass a tentative smack every now and then. He was going to make this bitch come. Her long, dark hair damp with sweat, Solana turned to look with glazed eyes over her shoulder at her classmate. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop..." "Is this what you like," Jim replied, "or do you want to feel my cock?" With his words, Solana began to come right there, with such a force that Jim's fingers were practically squeezed out. He wanted to feel that clenching around his shaft, now throbbing and oozing with precome. In one swift movement, he pulled his hand out of her dripping cunt, grabbed her by the hips, and slammed balls deep into her waiting pussy. She screamed out: "Yesssss......" as he hammered into her from behind, feeling her muscles grip and cling onto him as she came. Deep inside her pussy, now it was Jim's turn. He fucked her with a frenzy, riding high above her, watching his cock pistoning in and out of her box, the bed creaking with his power. She had reached underneath and was frigging her clit at the same time; She seemed tiny underneath him, and he loved watching her take it. "I'm gonna come..." he warned her. She responded by reaching farther underneath to caress his balls. It did the trick. Squeezing her hips with all his might, he arched back, and let loose all he had with a husky growl. "Arrrgghh...!" Solana responded in unison, then collapsed on the bed underneath him, a small wet spot growing on the sheet between her legs as he pulled out. Jim toweled himself off, and began to look around for his clothes. "I can, uh, trust your discretion?" "Yes," she nodded. "And thank you," she added, sighing, and shooed him on home. School's Out for Winter Ch. 02 Editor's note: This is a stand-alone story, but check out "School's Out for Winter" in Erotic Couplings for the true story of how I met Jim. The rest of the series is based on some truth and mostly fantasy... well, at least, so far! ~~~ Jim looked around the full classroom and breathed a sigh of relief. Winter break was over, school was back in session, and he was doing everything in his power to avoid Solana, the chick he'd fucked on the last day of classes last semester. Sure, it was great fun, and she was a decent chick, but now... now, he was engaged. He didn't want his lesser-thinking head to get in the way of the plans of the smarter one: to spend the rest of his life with Cassie, pretty much the girl of his dreams, if there were ever such a thing. Cassie was a looker, with fair skin, straight light hair, and a tall, killer curvy bod all packaged up with a genuinely sweet personality that complimented both his occasional somber outlook and broad-shouldered stance. They were a great couple - got along famously, traveled well together, had similar goals and loved each other's friends. He did NOT want to fuck up what felt like his one last chance for happiness. And Solana, well, she was the opposite of all that: dark-haired and petite, with a tight, slim figure, and a tendency toward the emo - plus a possibly not all that trustworthy, party-girl personality. Still, a hot, easy woman is a hot easy woman, and that last hurrah had been hella fun. So, he was ashamed to admit that he'd made a half-assed attempt at hitting that one more time, after drinking too much - again - over the break when he'd joined her at one of Sherm's crazy fetish parties. He knew he shouldn't have gone out, but Cassie's late nights at work left him with nothing to do, and that, mixed with the temptation to see where things might lead with Solana, had been too much. Luckily, Solana'd put the kibosh on any further action that night - in fact, she kind of did a finger-waggle reprimand in his face after she found out he'd asked Cassie to marry him just 3 days after their tryst! And it kinda made him feel like shit, if truth be told. In the end, despite his curiosity, he was glad nothing had happened again. And now, back in the reality of school, Jim breathed a sigh of relief that they had no classes together this final semester. "As long as I can avoid that feisty bitch," he though, "I'll sail through to my wedding day an honest man." ~~~ A few weeks into the semester, Jim had almost forgotten about the incident with Solana. They pinged each other on Facebook every now and then, did a thumbs up on a picture, but not much more than that. Just another school friend in cyberspace. It was all good. Or so he thought. ~~~ One day during his last class of the day, Jim's phone beeped. Flipping it open, he read, "Drink at the pub, after class?" FUCK! Solana was on campus at the same time he was. He didn't want to deal. He knew how he could get after a drink or two. "No can do," he typed back. "Not feeling well." "Uh-huh." she replied. "OK, next week. Feel better!" Soon, Solana began inviting him out more and more often. After a few more of these texts and emails, Jim began to feel uncomfortable. They all seemed like friendly invites, to parties, or out with other friends, never alone, but he didn't get it-what did she want??? Did she or did she not realize that, should she come around him with those low-cut tops, throwing some whiskey his way, he could ruin his commitment to his future? His fiancee! Or did she just want to be friends? It didn't matter: it just wasn't worth it. So, despite her persistence, he always managed to come up with a reasonable excuse not to make it, yet lacked the courage to tell her to just leave him alone. Perhaps in reality, he really wasn't 100% sure he wanted her to... The text banter, though, would suffice. He was a newly honest man. Soon, though, the tone of her texts changed. "You're going to have to come up with some more creative excuses," she wrote, "or I'm going to stop ASKING you to come out... and start MAKING you!" What the fuck did that mean? he thought. "Ha! Good luck with that one! I'd like to see you try," he typed back, hoping he sounded vaguely flirtatious. "You don't have the chops." "Are you sure about that...?" she responded. "Go for it, bucko," he typed back, quickly. She replied with a text he couldn't ignore. "http://www.literotica.com/videos/Solana&Jim16Dec09 password = ceae" is all it read. He swallowed hard, and watched as his cellphone started to jiggle in his trembling hands. ~~~ Jim gulped once more, and glanced back down at the link Solana had texted him. Yup, it clearly implied it was a movie of them together, taken that one night on the last day of classes. But, how could that be? Wouldn't he have noticed a camera? And, what kind of crazy bitch videotapes herself, anyway? It's not like she knew he'd be coming over that night or anything, like she was preparing to blackmail him. Blackmail. He shuddered. What could she want from him, anyway? He had nothing to offer. He was just a broke grad student. But first-he had to see if it was even true. He took a deep breath, and clicked the link. He watched in anxious anticipation as the video loaded up on the small screen. Soon, it became clearer. Oh dear lord. It WAS him. The camera must have been hidden in the decorative mosquito net over her bed. Jim brought the cellphone up closer, to see just how much could be seen. Wow, she was clever. And, she must've done this before: in each scene, her face was hidden, and the camera seemed to be set to pan closer and pull back at set intervals. Even worse, it was date-stamped. And HIS face... Well, it was unmistakably him. No doubt about it. He wanted to glance away at the animated, writhing figures, but couldn't tear his eyes away. Jim watched his own face on the screen, eyes closed, mouth agape, as Solana rode him, the back of her head to the camera, black hair swirling in and out of the frame. He watched as she crawled forward over his body, straddled his head, and leaned against the wall above him, as his hands grabbed her hips and ground her pussy into his face. The camera chose just that moment to zoom in, catching his tongue snaking in and out of her dripping hole. The close-up view spared no detail: the dents in her flesh where his fingers pried her cheeks apart, one hand occasionally disappearing from view when he stroked his cock. As the camera began to pan back, he could see the shine of her juices on his chin, before the entire scene changed, the whole screen momentarily captured with only his back, as he flipped the girl over and began fucking her from behind. As he lowered himself on to her, the camera caught his rough movements: her face in the pillow, him grabbing her hair, his foot flat on the bed to give him more tension to pound into her. It went on and on. The only thing missing was sound. Eventually video ended, and though he was tempted to hit the "replay" button - hell, it was hot! - he didn't. Cassie would be devastated if she ever saw this. How would Cassie ever understand that Solana was just a fuck, that he LOVED Cassie, that Cassie was his one and only, his life, his meaning, his world? And how could he make her understand that despite how much he loved her, being with another woman every now and then, being desired by someone new, re-ignited him, made him feel alive? And, in some ways, even made his appreciation of her grow? Couldn't Cassie see that he was just a typical guy, with typical guy needs? Both love AND sex? Variety being the spice and all. He didn't understand women at all, but there was one thing he DID understand: they didn't like their men fucking other women, no matter what the reason. He didn't want to risk losing Cassie. "OK," he texted back, "You win. What the fuck do you want?" It took a while before he received a reply. "Exactly," was all it said. ~~~ It had been three days since Jim had received the video Solana sent of the two of them fucking in her bedroom. The last thing he wanted was for Cassie, his fiancŽe, to see it, so he'd agreed to meet Solana in front of their department's mail room at school. He wasn't sure what she wanted, but he'd brought along $500 in cash, just in case. He didn't have a lot of money, but a good night at the casino the weekend before had left him a little flush. He'd be sad to see it go, but it'd be worth it to get a guarantee that Cassie would never see that video. "Hey, Jim," Solana cooed when she came upon him outside the mail room door. "Nice to see you." She was wearing a long, flowing skirt and a tight, low-cut sleeveless top. "Um, yeah," he replied nervously, running his fingers through his hair. "So, um, where do you want to talk?" "In here," she said, hitting the code on the door and pushing it open. People even use the mail room? he thought, impressed that she knew the code. "Come inside, Jim," she commanded. He followed her inside, and was slightly relieved when, after flipping on the dim lights, she pulled a metal slide-lock shut on the inside of the door. No one could get in. The mail room was tiny, a narrow room, barely the width of a queen-sized bed, with random flyers on one wall and a stack of cubbies on top of a narrow counter along the other. She hopped up on the counter so her eye level was at his. "So, do you know what I want?" "Um, no..." "First off, I want you to write my thesis." "What?" "Yeah. I e-mailed you a bunch of articles. I know you're a good writer. I need you to summarize them by Friday." "Um. That sucks." "Well, you shoulda thought of that before cheating on your girlfriend, huh?" He hung his head in shame. "Fine. Fine. You're right," he admitted. He thought for a second. "Fine. I'll write your fucking book report. Can I go now? Ma'am?" he added facetiously. He thought he saw a hint of anger splash across her smug smile. "What was that?" she asked, eyes suddenly sparkling again. "You're just being a real bitch," he said, angrily. She laughed. "No, being a real bitch would be asking you to give me the $500 you bragged about winning last week on Facebook." "Oh you trite cunt," he muttered. "I knew it. So fucking predictable. Here," he said, pulling the money out of the top of his bag and stepping closer to hand it to her. She took the money with one hand, and ran her other up along the back of his neck and up through his thick curls. She looked into his eyes while she folded the money into her bra. "Mmmm," she purred. "Good boy. Now," she said, plying her fingers into his hair to grip it tightly, pulling his head back, and staring fiercely into his eyes, "I want you to eat my pussy." "Um, what?" he rasped. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and pulled him in with a tight grip. "And eat it good. Capiche...?" she breathed into his face, before kissing him softly, still staring in his eyes, ending by biting his lower lip gently, with slightly firmer and firmer pressure before finally pulling away. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he thought. Should he do it? He didn't really want to-he wasn't in the mood, this mail room was disgusting, someone could knock on the door, and he got into this mess because he cheated on Cassie with her in the first place! Solana unwrapped her legs from his hips, and placed one to either of herself on the counter, hitching up her skirt, and leaned back. At the same time, she gently guided his head down toward her waiting, panty-free & freshly trimmed pussy. As her fingernails raked the top of his head, gripped his hair and pushed his face down between her legs, her musky scent got the best of him. Stumbling slightly, he leaned into the counter, and, before even thinking about it, began to give her thighs a few light, tentative kisses. "That's right, Jim. That's a good boy..." she moaned, settling back a little. "Lick me good..." Her hand pushed his head even closer, and, with his hands balancing himself, he started with another tentative lick, kissing from her thigh on up, to breathe heavily on her quickly moistening mound. He felt his cock stirring to life, and realized he was beginning to get turned on. No! He couldn't enjoy this! He didn't want to go down that rabbit hole again. But he didn't dare stop; he thought it best to just do what Solana wanted, and get it over with. Trying to stay at least a bit detached, he pulled back a bit, sticking his tongue way out, and trying to lick her with the just tip, avoiding tasting too much of her sweetness. "C'mon," Solana said, annoyed, slapping him lightly on the side of his head. "Eat me like you mean it." She paused, and pointed a dainty foot, placing it on his shoulder. "You know you want to." He took a deep breath, and, looking up at her once, dove in. He opened his mouth, caressing her nub with his upper lip, and brought the flat of his tongue way down to the crack of her ass, slowly dragging it up, up, up, picking up some juice as he licked along to the top of her clit, and slowly swirled around before gently pulling away, just to start at the bottom once more. As he tasted her and felt her getting wetter and wetter, he began to get into it himself. He was saving his relationship, right? The better he could get Solana off, perhaps the more inclined she'd be to leave him alone after this. His cock was rock hard at this point. He started in with rhythm, starting again with his tongue down low, moving up, ending with a soft, sucking pull on the nub. Low, and up, and pull. Low, and up, and pull. And again. And again. Solana moaned with his movements, beginning to slowly drip onto the counter. Moving his hands around to her thighs, Jim began in with his fingers. First, he pushed her thighs even wider apart, easing just the very tip of his thumb gently into her waiting hole. He continued to lick her, as he moved the digit deeper, just once or twice, before pulling it out once more. He looked up, and saw Solana's eyes closed, biting her lip, lost in another world. Using both hands now, he pulled her soft outer lips apart, exposing the glistening pink flesh beneath. He extended his long fingers between both sides of her inner and outer folds, breathing a cool breath on the hot skin, causing her to writhe back, and moan softly. "Oh, yes..." she responded. "Oh, God, yes, tease me..." He continued to pull her lips apart, just gently, blowing again, so gently, before releasing her and using his tongue instead to push through the outer folds to the inner, building up rhythm once more. He started moving more quickly now, running his tongue around the edges, dipping to the hole to get some tangy juice, forging back up and around in circles, faster than before. "Your hands..." she mumbled. Jim could tell Solana was going to come. She'd put both feet on his shoulders, and Jim's face was covered in her juices. Her fingers gripped at his hair, opening and closing in a frenzied motion. He slipped one finger inside her, and pushed in, bending it upward till he thought he felt a faint rough patch. "Ohmigod...." she choked out, pulling his hair harder. He crooked the finger, and simply pushed upward with a firm pressure, moving it neither in nor out, just pushing, as he let his tongue do all the work, with the dipping, circling rhythm she clearly was enjoying. Her legs began to shake on either side of his head. Her low moans became quicker, and she began to gasp. The shaking became more and more intense, and he licked and licked, bringing her to the edge and over it, slowing his own movements to match hers, until the shaking subsided into slow jerking movements, and the wetness poured down his finger and over his hand. He turned his head and breathed heavily, slowly taking his finger out of her pussy, and resting his hand lightly on her. He looked around, and seeing nothing else, wiped his face on his sleeve, and began to get up, his own legs shaking a bit. Solana leaned back, and daintily re-covered herself with her long skirt, letting her legs dangle over the side of the counter. "That's all," she said, looking at the boner in his pants. "You may go now. I can... trust your discretion?" "Cute," he responded. "I'll be in touch, Jim. Keep your phone on."