0 comments/ 48280 views/ 6 favorites The Graduate By: RandiR Every time I passed his door I would start to sweat. I know he watched me as I walked by. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin. When sixth period rolled around I was always in a panic. My stomach would churn and my crotch would tingle just knowing that I would be in the same room with him for forty-five minutes. But he was my teacher for God’s sake! How can I describe him? He was about six feet tall. The perfect height. He was about twenty-five. His eyes were the most remarkable blue I have ever seen. His hair was dark brown and wavy. He was the baseball coach and when he was in that uniform. . . . God I wanted him so bad! But he was my teacher. Sixth period. Debate class. He said he wanted to know what made us tick. But every time he looked at me my heart stopped, my throat swelled and I couldn’t speak. “The drinking age,” he announced one day. “The pro side will argue that the legal age should be twenty-one. The con side will argue that the legal age should be eighteen.” He divided the room in half. “Pro side first. Any volunteers?” The debate went on and on. I couldn’t concentrate on the argument. I heard only the sound of his voice. His lovely voice. I doodled on my notebook. “Miss Montgomery,” he said suddenly. I sat up quickly. What had I missed? I stared blankly at him. “What do you think of Mr. Waters’ argument that an eighteen-year-old is incapable of responsibly consuming alcoholic beverages?” he asked leaning slightly on my desk. Did he know what he was doing to me being that close? How could I possibly respond with him standing just inches away? I could smell his cologne. “Are you eighteen, Miss Montgomery?” he asked. “N-no,” I stammered. “Not until graduation day.” He thought for a moment. “So in roughly two weeks you’ll be eighteen. Do you think you’d be able to drink responsibly if that were the legal age in this state?” “I don’t know,” I hesitated. He touched my arm slightly. I hoped he couldn’t feel the shivers going through my body. His hand lingered on my arm. “Anyone care to help Miss Montgomery out?” I was frozen for the rest of class. I couldn’t move. I could still feel his hand on my arm. As I drove home past the baseball field I saw him talking to the opposing coach. His tight baseball pants over his muscular legs and butt. He looked in my direction but I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me. I saw him walking down the hall a few days later. He had a walk that screamed confidence but not arrogance. He didn’t strut. He had a beautiful walk and I could imagine him in those tight baseball pants. He stopped to talk to someone and caught me looking at him. He smiled and I foolishly blushed and ran off. I dreaded sixth period that day. How would I face him? I tried ducking into class quickly. “Good afternoon, Miss Montgomery,” he smiled as I sneaked by. I felt my face turn red. If he only knew what he was doing to me. It was the last full day of school so we weren’t doing any work in the class. We were given free time to study for our finals. I, of course, couldn’t think about my finals. I was sitting in a classroom only fifteen feet from him. I knew I had to get my act together. Concentrate on English, I told myself. But myself wanted to doodle his name over and over again. I even practiced signing my name as if we were married. Angela Bennett. Angela Montgomery Bennett. When the bell rang I grudgingly got up. I knew I wouldn’t see him again after this. I would graduate (if I could keep my mind on passing my tests) and go on to college. He would be here at school. I couldn’t look at him as I walked out of the room but I could feel him staring at me. “Good luck on your finals, Miss Montgomery,” he said. I could only smile -- and blush. I work in a grocery store and he came in to buy a six-pack of beer. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. Those muscular tanned shoulders and legs. His butt looked even better in shorts. He had been playing basketball and needed some refreshment, he said. He told me he thought we worked on commission when I asked him why he waited behind some lady with a two hundred dollar order instead of going through the express lane. And then he winked at me and flashed an amazing smile. My legs almost gave out on me. A few nights later he was back in the store. He needed food in the house, he explained. He was expecting company. A lady, he confided. My heart sank. Why did he feel the need to tell me this? I didn’t want to know this. I frowned. “Cheer up,” he told me. “Tomorrow night’s graduation.” Then he gave me that amazing smile again. “The first day of the rest of your life.” To tell you the truth I wasn’t sure I had passed everything until I got to graduation and lined up with everyone else. I hadn’t been able to study. I had him on my mind and somehow English and math and history weren’t able to push through. When they announced my name I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Maybe in the back of my mind I had tried to fail so I could stay another year here with him. I shook my head. You heard him, I told myself. He’s expecting company -- a lady. After graduation I met my parents for the obligatory pictures with the graduate. I was meeting friends at a party so I dropped off my cap and gown on the way to my car. Several people beeped their horns and waved at me. We were probably all headed to the same parties. I walked around a van and saw him leaning against my car waiting for me. He pulled some flowers from behind his back. He kissed me lightly on the cheek. “Congratulations,” he said softly. “You’re a graduate.” I was so completely flustered by his kiss that I dropped the flowers on the ground. He picked them up and handed them to me again. “And, if I’m not mistaken, happy birthday.” I managed to say thank you. “You’re now completely legal,” he added. With that he took my hand and pulled me closer. “And this won’t be a teacher-student relationship.” He kissed me. Now I really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I collapsed in his arms and held him. His muscles rippled under his shirt as he rubbed my back. “I’d like to take you home with me if that’s okay,” he said. Suddenly I remembered his shopping trip. “But I thought you said you were expecting company. A lady.” “I am,” he smiled. “You.” I laughed. I had been jealous of myself. He held me close to him during the ride to his house. His cologne was intoxicating. He stroked my hair as I snuggled next to him. Who would have thought that I would spend graduation night -- or any night for that matter -- with this wonderful man? I confess. I knew where his house was. I had driven by it six or seven hundred times in the past few months. If he ever knew he didn’t give any indication. When he closed the door he held me in his arms and kissed me. A long sensual kiss that seemed to last forever. Then he led me to the couch. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I’m moving too fast for you.” My body was ready to jump out of its skin. Everything was tingling at his touch. “I will,” I gasped. His tongue parted my lips and made slow circles in my mouth. His hands rubbed my shoulders and ran down to my thighs. I ran my fingers through his thick hair. I had never kissed anyone like this before. Never had such intense feelings before. He broke the kiss and started nibbling my neck. My body arched involuntarily pushing me closer to him. I gasped for air, “Mr. Ben. . .” “Mark,” he breathed. “Mark.” I could feel the bulge in his pants. “Mark, I’ve never done this before.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .” He pulled away and looked at me. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” I laced my fingers through his and kissed the back of his hand. “I have wanted you for a long time, too. I can’t believe I’m actually here.” He pulled me close again and held me. “I don’t want to rush you.” He stroked my cheek and rocked me. My hand moved to the bulge in his pants. I rubbed it slowly. “Just go slow with me,” I told him. “I want to make love to you.” He groaned as I unzipped his pants and reached in his shorts. “For someone who has never done this before you sure know what you’re doing,” he gasped. He kicked off his shoes and helped me free him from his pants. I looked at him lying on the couch naked from the waist down. He was incredible. His cock was about eight inches long and I could barely get my hand around it. How was this monster going to fit inside me? As I licked his cock he ran his hands up under my dress. He found the edge of my panties and slipped his hand inside. His fingers played with the lips of my slit and it was my turn to moan. “Do you like that?” he asked as his fingers slid inside me. “Oh god,” I gasped. He lifted my face from his cock and stood up. “Come upstairs with me. I want to make love to you in bed.” My legs were wobbly as he helped me up the stairs. He laid me on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. He was now completely naked in front of me. His cock standing straight out from his well-muscled body. He crawled toward me on the bed. “It just doesn’t seem fair,” he said. “I don’t have any clothes on but you do.” He pulled my dress up and wrapped his fingers around my panties, brushing against my clit in the process. Slowly he removed my panties. He stuck his head under my dress and I could feel his breath on my thighs. I squirmed as his tongue made contact with my pussy. His tongue teased my clit and then he plunged it deep inside me. My back arched and pushed his face deeper. I started moving in time with his tongue. A feeling so intense was building inside me I thought I would stop breathing. I wrapped my legs around his head as the first orgasm washed over me. His face emerged from under my dress. He licked his lips and smiled at me while I tried to catch my breath. He kissed me and whispered, “Help me with your dress.” I sat up and he unbuttoned my dress. He kissed my shoulders as he pulled the dress off. Then he kissed my neck and down my spine causing my back to arch again. He undid the clasp on my bra and let it fall forward. I felt his cock against my back as he reached around to hold my breasts. I rubbed my hands over his as he massaged my nipples. He kissed my neck. “Mmmmm,” he whispered. He laid me down on the bed again. He sat back and looked at me. “Wow,” he said finally. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” I blushed, wondering if he had been dreaming of me as much as I had been dreaming of him. He snuggled next to me, his cock resting on my thigh, and kissed me again. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands explored my body. I broke the kiss this time and began to kiss his neck and chest. He rolled onto his back, the wonderful cock standing straight up now. I ran my tongue down his chest, down his stomach and to the top of the tuft of dark brown hair above his cock. He squirmed as my fingers ran through the hair. I kissed the tip of his penis and licked down the shaft. I buried my face in his balls and took in their musky scent. He grabbed my ass and thrust his finger in and out of my pussy. I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on him and he moaned. “Oh god, I want to be inside you,” he panted. “I’m going to cum. You’re making me cum.” His cock throbbed and spurted cum into my mouth. I gagged at first and some of his juices leaked out of my mouth but I was able to swallow most of it. He pulled me down and kissed me. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I wasn’t misreading you.” He was still breathing heavy. “I was so worried you were going to think I was crazy. Waiting for you like that. Bringing you flowers. And then kissing you.” I stroked his hair. “It was a big risk,” I agreed. “But I’m glad you did it.” I kissed him and held his stiffening cock. “I’m so glad you did it.” I straddled him. “Wait. Don’t hurt yourself,” he said. “I need to feel you inside me,” I assured him. I guided him into me. “I’ll go slow.” I lowered myself carefully onto him. “You’re so big,” I gasped as his cock inched into me. He pushed up slightly as I moved down. The pain of being stretched open mixed with the pleasure of having him inside me. Soon his entire member was inside me. I moved slowly up and down and felt his body tense under me. “Oooohhhhh,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. You’re strangling my cock.” Suddenly my pussy tightened even more around him and I reached my second orgasm. I collapsed onto him and he kissed me. “Wow,” I breathed into his ear. He began moving slowly into me. I was wetter now and it wasn’t painful anymore. I raised up on my arms and met his movements. His hands were on my breasts. He pinched each nipple softly. I watched his face as it contorted. “Angela!” he screamed. “I’m cumming!” His cock throbbed inside me and I moved faster. My own orgasm came just as his was ending. My muscles gripping his softening penis. We fell asleep with him still inside me. When I woke up I wondered if my friends were having a good time at the party. I was having a great time at mine. The Graduate She walked quickly across the stage and accepted the diploma. As she returned to her seat she was extremely happy. After four grueling years at the University of Oklahoma, she was free at last. She could see her daddy in the audience applauding wildly. He had sacrificed everything for her and her education. Now he was happy for her success. After the ceremony her daddy met her in the parking lot. "I'm sure you want to go with your classmates and have a party or something. I'll be waiting for you at home," he told her. "No way daddy. I'm going with you. I don't care about the buffoons in my class. I'll probably never see any of them again, but I'll always be there for you." "I won't argue with a college grad! Where do you want to go to celebrate?" "How about the Fulton Steak House?" We can have a big chunk of cow and guzzle some Champaign." "Okay sweetheart, get in the truck and we're there!" Adrian Collins was a man's man. He stood six foot five and weighed in at two hundred forty pounds. All his life he had worked in the oil fields. He had so many muscles he could flex his hair. He loved his little girl, Libby. Libby was every father's dream. She was extremely bright and could easily have been mistaken for a Victoria's Secret model. She was also sweet and kind with a great personality. She had a terrific job offer in Oklahoma City and planned on accepting it right after graduation. She had dated a few of the college boys but none of them quite came up to her minimum standards. Ade pulled the big pickup into the parking lot at the restaurant. They got out and went inside. The steak house had a typical cow-town theme. They served big portions of great beef or barbecued ribs. If you mentioned tofu or sushi they might kick you out. Ade held the chair for Libby as they seated themselves. "Honey, I'm so happy for you. Are you going to accept that Oke City job?" "Yeah, daddy, I am. I'll call them tomorrow and let them know. I can hardly wait to start making a salary all my own." "Well you deserve it Libby. You've worked your pretty little butt off and you should enjoy your success." "Oh daddy," she blushed, "you always make me feel so special!" "You are special baby. Heads up! Here are the steaks!" The waiter popped the cork on the Champaign and the meal was on. As they were finishing up, Ade asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go with your classmates? They have to be more fun than an old man." "Daddy you know I want to be with you. And you're not old. You're tall and handsome and any woman would be lucky to have you." "Okay, where do you want the tall handsome man to take you now?" "I'm pretty tired from all this graduation nonsense. Could we just go home?" She had planned this seduction for months. She wasn't about to let him get away. "Anything the lady wants, the lady gets," replied Ade as he paid the bill. She watched him closely all the way home. He owned a modest house in a good neighborhood. He had bought for his wife and daughter. They had lived until the tragic accident that took his wife's life. He pulled into the garage and the door swung shut. They both plopped own on the sofa in the living room. Libby scooted over next to her daddy and hugged his neck. She looked into his steel grey eyes. "What are you staring at?" "The most handsome man in Oklahoma!" She didn't let go of his neck. She kissed his lips. "Wow, if that's a reward, I'll take you out to dinner every night!" "Oh daddy, I'm just trying to tell you how much I love you." "I love you too," Ade replied, "I'll always love you." "Daddy, do you ever think about me as a woman?" "I know you are a woman, but you'll always be my little girl. Well, enough idle chit chat. I'm gonna take a shower," he said as he got up and headed for the bathroom. "Wait daddy! Can I take a shower with you?" "I don't think that's a good idea sweetheart. I might get carried away and then who knows what might happen." Rats! Libby thought. He's getting away! This calls for drastic action! She waited until she heard the shower running. She stripped off all her clothes and crept down the hall to the bathroom door. She tried the knob. It was unlocked! She quietly opened the door and slipped inside. She could see her daddy behind the shower curtain in a cloud of steam. She waited until his back was turned and then glided silently to the shower curtain. Ade felt a small hand wrap itself around his cock. "Libby, what the hell are you doing?" "Most people sing for their supper. I thought I'd try something different!" she panted. His cock swelled in her hand. She squeezed it and rubbed it. "Oh, God, Libby, if you stop right now, I can take it but if you keep going, I won't be able to stop." She squeezed him a little tighter. "I don't want to stop daddy. I want all of you and I want it all tonight." He spun around in the enclosure and grabbed her little body, pulling her close to him. She could feel his big hard cock pressed against her belly. He leaned down and kissed her but this wasn't a father/daughter kiss. This was the full tongue in your mouth lover's kiss. "God, you're just like your mother," he whispered in her ear. "I'll be anything you want me to be. I love you daddy." He picked her up and stood her on the bathroom floor. He rubbed her wet body with a big rough towel. She purred under his sweet attention. It was her turn to dry him off. She rubbed him rapidly, gently drying his balls. "I want you now!" she growled. They walked naked hand in hand to his bedroom. They sat on the edge of the mattress and held each other tenderly. "Please be sure honey. I would have a hard time stopping right now, but I would for you." "I didn't come this far to quit. Make love to me daddy. Make me your little slut." He easily lifted her to the middle of the bed and spread her legs. He licked her legs from ankle to thigh and back again. He kissed the insides of her thighs and slowly, torturously worked his way up to her pretty little pussy. She sighed as his tongue found her pussy lips. She felt him slowly lick up and down her slit. Her juices were flowing and he was drinking them up. She was no virgin, having lost her cherry in high school, but she didn't have much experience. The boys she had been with had been unwilling to drink from her fountain. She looked between her legs and saw a man, not a boy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her pussy tasted so good. Just like her mother. His lips found her hard little pleasure button and he sucked her in. Rapidly flicking her clit with his tongue, she elevated off the bed and issued a high pitched scream. He held her hips tighter and wouldn't let her escape the exquisite torture. "Daddy...daddy....so good....so good...unh...unh...unh" she grunted as her orgasm approached. Her body went rigid and slammed back into the mattress. Copious quantities of her love offering poured from her engorged pussy and Ade lapped all of it up. As she lay panting on the bed she whispered, "Fuck me now daddy. Please fuck your little slut now!" Ade slid up her body and kissed her lips hard. His cock was at her entrance. Her legs wrapped around his butt and pulled him into her. He slowly slid all the way into her center. He could feel her cervix on the end of his cock. She wriggled when she felt him hit her inside. Nobody had ever gotten this deep before. This wasn't at all like those wham, bam fucks in school. She pulled his body down to her, enjoying the weight of him, the hairiness of him. She knew that she wanted this for as long as he would have her. He fucked her long and slow. He could tell that she had just been diddled around on a little bit but she had never really been fucked! He slid in and out. Soon she started to moan as her cunt heated up. He could feel her cunt lips quivering around his cock, stroking him, driving him close to the edge. He increased his thrusting speed and soon he was totally out of control. He felt her clamp down on his steel hard cock. She milked him. "I'm gonna cum!" he yelled at her. "Me too. Do it in me. Fuck me hard!" She screamed her release as he squirted deep into her. The warm, gooey cum felt great inside her. She wanted to feel more of it all the time. This wouldn't be her last trip to daddy's bed. He felt her shaking and saw her head nod back and forth on the pillow. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over. She was light as a feather lying there on top of him. He felt her breathing hard as she wound down from heights unknown. She stared down into his eyes and smiled. "That was the best! I won't be looking for any boys anymore. My daddy has the best cock in the world!" "Well, maybe the best cock in this bed. I'm sure there is some slick Pistol Pete out there for you." "You don't understand, daddy. I want you. I don't want some half assed college boy. Can I stay with you? Please daddy, please!" She gave him the 'wounded puppy' look. All men are suckers for the wounded puppy look and Ade was no exception. "You know things are going to be complicated, don't you?" "Yes daddy, but now I'm a graduate. I'm supposed to figure out complicated things." "I guess you've got me," Ade chuckled. "You can move into my room tomorrow. I don't want to have to chase your young ass all over the house." The Graduate Josh was now eighteen and still in high school. He didn't graduate last semester and the way his grades looked, he would be held back again this year. His mother began to worry that Josh might never get out of school or get a job, or even worse, he might never leave home. She knew Josh was smart enough to pass, it was just, he lacked focus, and as he let his mind drift, he missed things. He often failed to turn in assignments because he forgot about them. When she talked to Rachel Weiss about her son's problems, she mentioned her own son was the same way until she hired Ellen as a tutor for him. Rachel swore by Ellen, saying she had turned her son into a dedicated student who might even end up in college. Desperate, Mrs. Turnbridge called Ellen and sat up a meeting with her. When they met, Mrs. Turnbridge was surprised at how young Ellen looked. Even though she was a junior in college, she didn't appear to be any older than her Josh. Yet her references were impeccable and so she hired her to help Josh as soon as possible. Her son was not happy with this arrangement but in the end, there was nothing he could do but agree. The only open time slot Ellen had was when Mrs. Turnbridge was at work but she didn't see that as being a problem and the first date was set for Monday. When Ellen showed up Monday, Josh could not believe it was the same girl that had talked with his mother. When she had met with his mother she was wearing a pantsuit with no makeup and her hair done up on her head. Today Ellen was wearing Daisy Dukes with a halter-top and her hair was in a ponytail that swung when she walked. She wore not only lipstick but eyeliner as well and she looked hot from head to toe. She started right in, "Now Josh I want you to do well, but I don't want to waste my time teaching you. I tutor by the reward system, you study and pay attention and the better grade you get the bigger reward I give you." Josh wasn't sure he understood her so she went on to explain. If he failed a test of course, he got nothing. However if he passed he was rewarded on a sliding scale. A D got him a peek down her top, a C and she took her top off for him, a B got him a peek at her panties and An A got him a peek at her beaver. To Josh this was more than just a reward it was heaven. He always felt awkward around girls and he had yet to reach even second base. Ellen had changed his life in one easy lesson and he immediately began to study in earnest. The first week he received two C's and a B on his tests and true to her word he was rewarded with a peek at Ellen's boobs twice and a look at her panties. As for Mrs. Turnbridge she was thrilled by Josh's progress and she hopped he could keep it up. The following week he not only got at least a B on all his tests, he got an A on his math exam. Ellen was so proud of him she allowed him a little extra time to view what she had under her panties. When it came time for finals Josh was worried about how he would do. Ellen promised him extra reward for final test grades and then for added incentive gave him the sliding scale for his report card. For his final test scores he would be rewarded extra viewing time in line with his grades. The real reward for his hard work would come at report card time. For every D received he would not only be allowed to see her chest he would also get to take her top off for the viewing. For every C he would get a chance to, actually feel her boobs. A B would get him the chance not only to peek at her panties but also to undress her first. Ah, but any A's would bring the real reward, Ellen informed Josh that he would be allowed to fuck her for every A he got. The last two weeks of school Josh did nothing but study and go to classes. He talked with his teachers about any makeup work he could do in the hopes of raising his grades. He got with the smart kids in his classes asking for their notes to study. He was working so hard as all he could think about was the rewards he hopped to achieve. In the end all of Josh's hard work paid off big time as he got three B's and two A's on his report card. Mrs. Turnbridge was beside herself with happiness and she immediately began to turn Josh's room into a sewing room in her mind. For Josh it meant not only was he finally was getting out of high school he was actually going to lose his cherry. Even Ellen was ecstatic as she now had another successful tutoring job to add to her resume. When she learned that Josh was still a virgin, she felt doubly lucky as she could now teach Josh yet another lesson. For Josh losing his virginity to Ellen raised his confidence enough to ask Jamie Lynn out on a date. Sure Jamie had a reputation but now that Josh knew what he was doing, he had no problems after getting Jamie Lynn into her bedroom. Overall it was a win win for everybody concerned and all agreed that Ellen's tutoring of Josh was the best thing to ever happen to him. The Graduate I had teased him and coaxed him for nearly two years before coming up with this plan. I wasn't sure if it would actually pan out, but it was always worth a shot. "I have a present for you," I mentioned one Tuesday afternoon while talking on the phone. "Oh yeah? What sort of present?" he asked, his voice trying its best to hide the excitement that dwelled within. "A graduation present, of course. Silly. After all, we have been friends since 2009, and I've watched you go to Hell and back again with school, and I thought you might appreciate a gift from me." The phone was silent for a moment on the other end. I practically strained to hear something, anything, my fingers tugging at the hem of my blouse as I sat there in the parking lot of the local Trader Joes. My seat was reclined back, and it was only just moments prior that I had spent myself; the interior of the car still reeked like the sweet musk of my pussy. Finally he cleared his throat. "I'm not good with presents really... you don't have to give me anything." "Too bad, Jack. You're getting it whether you want to or not." "It's not like I ever win arguing with you," and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Alright, I'll let you give me a present, but only this once. The thought actually makes me uneasy, but I'll cave. JUST. THIS. ONCE." His voice was deep in my ear as he demanded on this one time, and I squealed, nodding to his words, despite the actions unseen. I couldn't help but grin, either, and grin large. He is a turn on to me, and he knew it. After all, I had called him about twenty minutes prior, demanding that he listen to me as I got off in this parking lot. So it was planned. A week and a half later I sent him a text asking him his schedule. It was common for him to rarely reply, and when he did, he'd be busy doing this, or going there, or just not feeling well. I believed him; there was no doubt that he had a busy life, but sometimes I just wished he would make time for me. After all, this is a present of a lifetime! Days went by. Four days to be exact when he finally responded to my initial text! Four! And it stated: "I was at my friend's farm. Where are you? What are you doing? Want to hang out tonight?" I had things I needed to be doing, places I needed to go, errands I needed to run...but I had the feeling in the pit of my stomach that tonight was the night, and if I didn't take a chance with it, this would be the last opportunity I would get in a long while. Fingers quickly typed in a response, "Absolutely. The Loop?" The Loop is an area in the city I reside, where hipsters meet with gangstas, hippies mainstream with yuppies, and people could just be people. It was as good a place as any, and it was right in between where we lived. "I'll see you at 8, and I'll text you when I get there," was his reply. I didn't say anything back, but spent the rest of my afternoon thinking, planning, plotting. I even tied a velvet bow on his small boxed present. It seemed like the hours just dragged on and on after his last text. I was busy around the house, trying to keep things in order, and I would often pause, thinking about Jack's present. I sure hope he would like it. I mean, he's been raving at how obsessed he was with them long before I chose what to give him, so I don't think he'll complain, but still... there's always that tinge of doubt when giving someone something that you think they'll really really...love, and then they decide it wasn't as spectacular a gift as they dreamt it would be. Thankfully there was only thirty minutes left before heading out of the house, and soon I would be finding out. I grabbed my keys, fluffed my hair and stepped onto the back porch of my house. It was pouring. Son of a bitch, I thought. Shrugging through the rain, I ran to my car and hopped in. Twenty minutes later, I rounded a corner in The Loop when my vibration notification informed me that he was there, and at SSDD. I found a spot to parallel park, tossed in a quarter at the meter, and jogged through the puddles of the pavement towards where he waited. He stood there, under the awning, staring out at the busy street with the cars rolling by, flapping their wipers, their headlights shining through the raindrops as they fell from overhead. His hands were tucked in his jeans and his shoulders were raised as if he were shielding himself from the cooling air, even though it was still in the mid-80s out. He must have noticed me coming, for he turned to face me, his lips curving into a sideways grin. "I didn't think the weather was going to do this tonight," he said, motioning to the rain that poured down around us. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. "It's really no big deal to me, Jack. I love the rain as it is, and it's cooling down some. About time we got a break in the humidity!" During our period of small talk, thunder rolled overhead. In the distance, lightning could be seen illuminating the entire twilight sky, announcing the storms in its own elegant way. Finally, I broke through the topic at hand and mentioned the present, "So, Jack – I have your gift, but this isn't a good place for it. Besides, it needs to be unwrapped, and perhaps it's best we take it someplace else. I know how easily you embarrass, and I wouldn't want you blushing in front of others now!" Jack's eyebrow raised, but for once he complied without even much of a second guess. I led him around the corner of the record store down a side street. Cars were parked and forgotten as their owners surely sought shelter from the storm inside one of the buildings, not daring to escape into the weather just yet. Meanwhile, I was allowing myself, and obviously Jack, to get soaking wet as the storm gathered closer overhead. Thunder banged loudly, and I found myself giggling. After a brief and wordless walk, I settled down in the rain on a brick retainer wall and pulled out the box I had so neatly wrapped with velvet ribbon. "Sit!" I demanded, patting the cement beside me. "It's only water! You'll dry. Just sit, Jack." And amazingly enough, he complied! Who knew it would be so easy tonight. "This is insanity, you know," he said frankly. I could only find myself agreeing. I glanced around where we were and found only the empty shells of cars, two distant street lamps in opposite directions glaring their yellow light onto the alley below but neglecting where we sat, and a dumpster a few feet away. Jack sat beside me and placed his hands on his thighs, looking around. "Why can't you be normal and just give me a present in say, the Martini bar, or like, oh, my car may—" Thunder roared overhead, growling through the clouds, his words cut short from his throat. Both of us looked upwards, then to each other. I couldn't help but smile as I held out the box. "Oh just shut up and open this..." It was a small box, like one you would find at a jeweler's as you're picking out the next set of earrings you wish to bring home to your wife. He took the box in his hands, the rain pelting the cardboard, echoing the sound in the deserted alley. Lightning crackled as it ripped through the sky, illuminating his hands as they gently pulled back the ribbon. He looked at me, watching me peculiarly as he began to unravel it. Meanwhile, my hair was matted to my face, and I scooped it back with my hands and tossed it sloppily over my shoulder. My face was drenched, as were my clothes. If it were ten degrees cooler that night, rather than 85, I would have been freezing. Anyway, I stared at his fingers, again another crack of lightning followed by a loud, angry burst of thunder, and he took off the lid. There was nothing inside! "Oh my god," I said. "That is SO embarrassing!" I hung my head in shame, frowning as I stared down at my hands, wringing the fingers. "It's marvelous, you know," he said, letting out a laugh. "You dragged me out in the middle of a storm to give me nothing!" He even turned the box upside down to shake out the invisible contents. "Now, now, Jack. This isn't funny. I'm so embarrassed." My hands tucked into my pockets as I turned my back to him. I stared out at the empty cars, eyes darting around as I studied the alleyway. Still no movement, and the rain was only coming down harder. A moment later and I turned to look back at him, a look of revelation present upon my face. "Oh wait!" I moved my right hand in my pocket for him to notice. "I *do* have it!" And I let out a squeal of delight. "Oh man, just when I thought I was in trouble!" I laughed and took a step towards him. "Okay, since it's not in the box because I forgot to put it in there, you have to close your eyes and pretend that you're unwrapping it all over again, and pretend to be shocked, too. Okay!?" "Get with it, woman!" he chuckled, his eyes closing. He was a sight to me that night, the weather taking it's wrath upon us, abusing us with a storm overhead. "Okay," I smiled, watching as he kept his eyes closed. In that very instant, I took another step forward. "Hold out both hands, and cup them side by side..." and he did, obeying very well. I grinned. Another step forward, and just as lightning struck the air, my left hand shot forth and grabbed at his wrists, securing them in my fingers. I continued to watch his face, and for a second, his eyes startled open. "I didn't say to open your eyes!" I barked, and he quickly closed them. "What the hell are you doing?!" And it was another matter of seconds, perhaps split, that my right hand deftly found the button of his pants, unfastened, and quickly maneuvered the zipper down. And in another flurry of seconds, I found myself bent forward, my hot little mouth quickly seeking his member before he knew what in the hell was going on. I then let go of his wrists. "Oh my god," he rumbled deep in his chest as my tongue flattened on the underside of his cock, my mouth forcing him inwards, suckling as I began to feel it thicken, to harden from the sensation. "Oh you sneaky little slut. You little trollop." Jack and I had a history of dirty name calling, and it only made me suck him all the harder. I shot down to my knees, caring not that I was resting half in a puddle. I stared up at his face, the rain pattering against my brow, my eyes, my nose, his cock in my mouth. Moaning, my fingers searched and pried away pants only to cup beneath his swollen balls. My god, I thought. I can't believe I am finally doing this. He had shifted himself to half lean, half sit on the perch. His hands were holding up at his sides, and his hips were lazily rolling as my lips slunk to the base of his dick, tongue flicking upward along the shaft as my other hand pressed against his stomach. It didn't take long for that delicious piece of man meat to harden fully, and it didn't take long to notice that this was 8 inches of pure heaven, and it was pressed firmly to the back of my throat. Forcing my throat to constrict, I swallowed against his cockhead, fighting against the gag reflex. My eyes sought his, and as he looked down at me, I withdrew three-quarters of his prick and wrapped my hand around the base. With years of practice and having acquired a love for cock-sucking, my little fist rotated gently along the length of him, leading then following this sultry little mouth of mine. Lips pursed and I trailed along the side, suckling as I fist-pumped his cock, pausing only to draw in one of his testicles against my tongue. When I stole another glance up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed, and he was elsewhere in his mind; perhaps even in time. Meanwhile, the storm, while lessening, still grumbled its angry thunder and flashed its threatening lightning. But I'll tell you now...I wasn't going anywhere. I shifted onto one knee as I sat back on a heel, watching as my hand moved up and down the thickness of his cock. "This is a textbook perfect penis," I grinned, breaking his reverie. He looked down at me and smiled, his face suggesting a state of bliss. With a nod, his hand raised and found the back of my head, coaxing my face back down on his member. I complied, and it was only a matter of seconds that I was bobbing up and down along that dick, tasting the precum that already seeped through the slit of his head. I groaned deeply against the flesh, my other hand still massaging his testicles. I daringly pressed the pad of my middle finger against his taint, applying gentle pressure as I took his length all the way into the back of my throat, feeling him tickle my uvula. Working to 'clear my throat', I growled against his tip and pulled half back out, then fell back down upon it, lips encircling the very base, tongue pressing more firmly against the vein that pulsed with life and excitement. And at this point, I even heard him gasp. That was plenty enough to rile me up further. Despite the fact that my clothes were drenched, I could feel the heated stir between my legs, and just how wet my pussy was getting. Releasing his balls, I reached down and slipped that hand into the waistband of my pants, and further in to rest between my swelling pussy lips. I moaned again on his dick, pulling back to where just his cockhead balanced precariously on my tongue. I looked up at him again, one hand wrapped about his cock, the other skillfully working the stiffened bud of my clitoris. Whimpering, I watched as he grinned and I looked away, rolling my hips harder into my hand. My mouth caught once more the fullness of his head and swallowed down, feeling it press hard against the back of my throat, eliciting a hearty gag, followed by a thick stream of spit as I threw my head back from him. I looked back up, cock still poised in my fist and grinned, only to throw my face back down on it, pushing further to again be taunted by my reflex. The spit was heavy, and it coated the shaft deliciously for my hand to pump in time with my mouth. I encircled his head with my tongue, roughly sucking and loudly slurping as I worked him into frenzy. I am such a messy little cocksucker! My own cunt was crying out, deliciously tortured by my trained fingers. I was close to my own orgasm, but I wasn't going to cum until he did. I shifted again, maintaining my hungry fingers against my sodden pussy and watched up at his face, my eyes locked on his own gaze as I grinned with his cock spreading my pretty, pretty lips. His own mouth was drawn back in a snarl, and his eyes were heavy with lust and need, need and greed. I could sense it, I could feel that soon he would spurt and my wanton mouth was there to catch it. I quickened the pace of both my mouth and my hands. My throat released deep, lustful moans against his shaft as I sucked him hard, pumping with the other hand that deftly rotated around the base, milking against it, coaxing it to cum. I was building, and building fast! And just overhead, thunder roared through the horizon, chased by lightning as the sky lit up for a period of five seconds! It was then that his head threw back and his body tensed. It was then that my fingers sped on my cunt, working it into a fury, building, higher, higher... and god! Into the back of my throat he shot, the sticky thick jizz blasting into my mouth. I buried my face to the hilt, ignoring the threat of any gags, and I swallowed every last drop of cum his delicious cock had to offer. My hand squeezed along the length of his dick, drawing out the very last of his essence, while my own body jerked in unison, my cunt dripping with her own delicious juices. My heart was pounding in my chest, in my head – it was all I could hear outside of the rain and the storm passing now overhead. As his cock jerked the last bit of semen out, I pulled off, retrieved my hands and licked my fingers clean. Nothing like the taste of my own delicious pussy mixed with the tart saltiness of his desired cum. I grinned wide and brought myself into standing. In the distance, thunder rolled again. "The box was a ploy," I managed, watching him as he sat there staring at me, unable to say anything. I grinned wider. "It was all a part of my ruse, and you fell for it." The rain was slowly letting up now, the sky parting clouds to show the darkness of the night overhead. People began to emerge once more from their sheltered existence and made way to their cars. Laughter could be heard a block down, and the traffic on the other side of the buildings could be faintly made out. I stood there watching him, fingers still tucked in my mouth. I grinned, casting a sideglance away as he finally managed his own smile. He nodded. "Happy graduation, Jack," I muttered, dropping my hands to my side. "It was the best thing I could think of for the graduate." And I left him there, spent, used, abused in a sense, all for my own satisfaction. I said no more, and I walked away, shaking off the rain and pulling out my keys. With a quick turn of my head, I could see him still leaning against the retaining wall, his belt and pants still undone but at least pulled up and somewhat decent. He still had a sloppy grin present, and he watched me walk away. I know he'll always remember that night. I know I can't shake it. The Graduate She had just been transferred onto the account; keen to make a good impression Julia was already weary of John, the formidable character heading up her new team. A newly graduate junior member of the team, Julia knew she had her work cut out for her. John was known for his sharp tongue and anti-social nature, just her luck that she'd be working closely under him for the next few months. After a few weeks of working together John pulls her into his office "Julia, I'm sorry to do this but I'll need you to stay late tonight, the reporting is wrong we just need to sort it out. If we both put our minds to it we can sort this quickly". Of course, Julia accepts and later that night they're working hard on the numbers, everyone has left for the day, even the cleaners and security guards have gone home. It's just the two of them. Struggling with the final stages of the report Julia calls John over to show her where to find the function on the unfamiliar software. He leans over her shoulder, his muscled arm beneath his shirt brushes against her cheek as he moves the mouse across her screen. She felt a tingle of excitement course through her, letting her breath bounce off his arm back onto her now, secretly hoping he too would derive some unexpected pleasure from the intimacy of their position. She was aware of her low cut shirt, her breasts plump and brimming over the neckline. She arched her back forward slightly twisting to turn her head towards him now, looking up at his chin. He looks down, she knows her stare is one of lust and intent, he recognises the flutter of sex in her eyes. He pauses on the mouse as she places a hand on top of his, angling her breasts now towards him in her seat, reaching up pulling his neck down to her, her hot breath on his neck now. John hesitates for a moment, pulling away from his bent position but Julia keeps hold of his hand on the desk, removing it now from the mouse, instead placing it on the opening of her shirt, her breasts heaving now with desire, her firm bosom beating against his fingers. She's standing now, twisted to face him, she's petite against his broad frame, her head tilted up to nestle her mouth into his neck where she now works softly with her lips, gently biting his neck whilst she begins to unbutton her shirt against his chest. She is theatrical in her movements, moving alluringly so that he can observe her undressing for him. Unconsciously her pelvis is grinding against his crotch, she feels him grow hard against her, driving her on, she leans away from him now, arching backwards to rest both her arms onto the desk arching her pelvis forward firmly against him, revealing her lace bra unleashed now from her tight shirt. John cannot believe what's happening but suddenly seeing her now, beckoning him, lust in her eyes, her body slowly gyrating against his, he is solid, his throbbing cock twitching in his trousers. Roughly and quite suddenly he leans over her, grabbing her waist with one hand, his muscles gripping her, then with the other, he quickly hoists her frame up on the desk, pushing his body between her legs, riding her skirt up above her hold ups, his cock tantalising close to her wet knickers now. She release a brief but intense gasp following by a lingering raspy groan of delight as she reaches up to throw her arm over his shoulder, hand pulling his mouth hungrily to her neck. With the other hand she makes light work of his belt, button and zip, releasing his cock into her eager hand, she begins to knead his cock, her fingers around his shaft moving quick and hard now, alternating and pausing every so often to stroke the tip. His breath is hot against her neck, smalls deep grunts of pleasure as he's doubling over now, succumbing to her expert touch, his face now buried in her breasts, grabbing them roughly with his hands he pulls them from the cup of her bra, biting on her nipples, turned on by the sound of her slight discomfort as he sucks and bites at the pert nubs of her tits. He wants to be inside her, he can feel the heat of her pussy so close to his cock. He stops her hands, placing them back on the table behind her. He begins work now, running his hand up her silky white thigh, watching her wriggle on the table top with anticipation. Her lacy knickers await him, shielding him from his deepest desires. Suddenly his rips them from her, the sound of the ripping material fills her eyes with a lustful spark of shock, Julia impressed by his sudden authority, she is now his. Submissively she leans back further on her arms, pushing her pussy towards the edge of the table, lifting her legs open wide to wrap gently around his waist, all the time watching his cock throb and twitch with mutual anticipation. His fingers are running over her wet lips, it's been a while since he's fucked a woman, never mind one nearly half his age over the office table. He thrusts his finger into her hot hole, sending her head reeling back with a gasp, she gyrates faster now against he pumping fingers. He cannot wait anymore: he wants her. Quickly he throws her legs down from around his waist- she turns to him shocked at first, he derives pleasure from the brief look of disappointment in her eyes for fear he was stopping until he reaches to her waist, his strength showing now as he easily lifts her, flipping her onto her front, bent now over the table. She grasps the other edge of the table now, as he parts her legs, admiring her perfectly pert, curvy ass leading to her parted legs, he runs his fingers down the crack of her bottom down again into her sopping honey pot. "I want you inside me" Julia gasps, wiggling her ass towards him, willing him on. John's not in a position to deny her, positioning himself at her entrance, she's rotating her wet pussy lips against his helmet, moving herself onto him ever so slightly, teasing him, groaning throughout with pleasure. He grabs her hips and slams his length into her, her wet tight pussy filled with his hard cock. She's groaning loudly now, as he thrusts deeper into her, the table, shaking with the force of his motion. They can see their reflection in the window, bent over, Julia's hair now hanging wildly dishevelled as he rocks against her pussy, her tits bouncing uncontrollably with every thrust, they both catch each other looking. Julia gives John a cheeky smile biting her lip as he drives into her, close to climax. "Cum on me" she says "I want you to shoot your hot load all over me" the words tip John over the edge, he feel his load building fast, her hot gasps of pleasure mingling with his now guttural moans. Suddenly he withdraws, flips her round, tearing the remaining buttons from her shirt to reveal her bra and stomach and with a final thrust of his hand he cums, hard spurts of hot cum, spurting his load over her stomach, then tits and hitting her chin and hair, now dangling over her shoulder. Julia lets out a squeal of pleasure followed again by a lingering groan of delight as John steady's himself against the table, out of breath, doubled over slightly with sheer ecstasy. "Same tomorrow night?" she giggles.