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My Education Ch. 01

By: NicholasTemplar



Chapter 01: A Study in Chemistry

Foreword - story takes place in 1996, before cell phones were in wide spread use. As always, the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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Have you ever heard the story about the person who showed up late for a final exam in college?

Well, I actually did. I didn't oversleep. I didn't goof around. I just did the right thing.

It was a Friday exam, and I hate Friday exams. When exams are scheduled for earlier in the week, you get them all out of the way and you have a couple of extra days of vacation. By Friday, many of your friends are done and are out enjoying the week off. This time though, I didn't mind quite as much because I wanted an "A" in the class. This final exam in Freshman Advanced Chemistry was my last one for the quarter and I really put in the work to make certain I excelled on the final exam. As a Chemical Engineering Major who ultimately wanted to pursue an advanced degree, I wanted nothing less than A's the core classes. The only obstacle here was Professor Grant.

Professor Grant was substituting for another professor who had taken time off to handle a family emergency. At first we were all pretty hyped up because she usually only teaches senior level classes and graduate students. By the end of the second week, everyone wanted out. This woman was a ball-buster who gave not one millimeter of slack. A pretty woman, but a ball buster. She did not tread lightly with grading homework, marking down even the smallest of errors. She even reviewed the grades that her teaching assistants assigned in the labs. All the kids on campus knew she was divorced, and a bunch of people in the class had heard she went through a bitter break-up with her ex-husband a few years before.

I got a solid eight hours of sleep. I got up did a quick 20 minute run around the neighborhood to get the blood flowing and jumped in the shower. After that, I wolfed down breakfast and was on my way to school. There was an accident on the freeway, but after it cleared it was smooth sailing. With a little extra foot on the gas pedal, I should be to school with a few minutes to spare.

As I turned off the freeway, the street was pretty empty. Better still, I was clearly recalling the facts from the night before: chemical equilibrium; properties of gases, liquids, solids, and solutions; atomic and molecular structures. I recall thinking how ready I was for this test when I saw the collision. A white Mercedes S-Class ran a light and due to the speed made a wide turn. In doing so, the driver clipped the side of a red Honda Civic that was in front of me. The Civic was hit hard enough to force it up the curb and into a tree. The Mercedes took off, but I managed to get the first three numbers of the license plate before the car was too far away.

I drove up next to the Civic to see the driver slumped back and the passenger shaking her. Shaking someone who probably has a concussion doesn't make great sense. I turned my car off, hit the hazard lights, and jumped out to see how badly they were hurt. As I approached the car, the extent of the damage was clear. At least one foot of the front end of the car had been demolished by the tree. This vehicle was totaled.

"Are you okay?" I asked after opening the driver side door.

"I'm okay I think," replied the passenger. "Sandra wasn't wearing her seatbelt and she hit the steering wheel pretty hard."

The Civic was a late 80s model that lacked airbags. Sandra had a bloody nose to prove it. The cut above her eye didn't look so good either. The passenger kept shaking Sandra and asking her if she was okay.

"What's your name?" I asked the passenger. I received no reply.

"What ... is ... your ... name?" I asked with in a stern tone.

The passenger just looked at me.

"Your name?"

"Michelle."

"Michelle, it's quite possible that Sandra has a concussion. Can you stop shaking her?"

"Oh God," Michelle whispered as she jerked her hand away from Sandra. "Is she okay?"

I hadn't noticed it before, but both girls were wearing jeans shorts and bikini tops. They must have been going to the beach. By the subtle rising of Sandra's chest, I had to believe she was still breathing. I leaned forward and put my hand next to her mouth. I could feel her breathing. I held her wrist and searched for a pulse. Feeling the subtle beat, I smiled at Michelle.

"She's still breathing and I can feel her pulse. I think she's just unconscious. You two did hit the tree pretty hard."

A look of relief swept over Michelle.

"You stay here and I will go call for help."

"NO! Don't go," shrieked the girl. "Stay. Don't leave."

"Michelle, someone has to call 911 and get an ambulance."

"I'll go flag someone down. We'll get them to call. Please, don't leave. Please," she begged. This girl was on the verge of tears.

"Okay, okay" I sighed. "I'll stay."

I just hoped Professor Grant was having a good day. Earlier this quarter, she locked the doors on her exams and refused two students to enter when they showed up late. I had done well all quarter, and I hoped she would take that into consideration when deciding whether or not to let me in.

While it didn't take very long for a girl in jean shorts and a bikini top to flag down another car, it did take over 30 minutes for the police to arrive. Evidently, there was some confusion about the location. The guy in the car was probably paying more attention to Michelle's cleavage than the situation. I can't say I blame him too much; the girl obviously had great genes. While we waited for emergency services, Michelle kneeled next to me and eventually ended up leaning on me. A large part of me wanted to simply drink her body in, but I was more concerned with Sandra.

I kept Michelle engaged in conversation to keep her occupied. It wasn't any surprise that she easily dominated the conversation, telling me about her plans for Spring Break, her love of college life in San Diego, and a number of other things. We heard some cars stop and Michelle told me two police cars had arrived. One of the officers looked after Sandra, while the other two officers started taking statements. A female officer talked to Michelle aside while a male officer talked to me. I gave a description of the incident as well as the first three numbers of the license plate from the Mercedes. I wanted to leave, but when I turned around I could see that the police had conveniently parked their car in front of mine. 'In for a penny, in for a pound' I guess.

Another ten minutes passed before the ambulance arrived. Michelle climbed into it with Sandra, but not before hugging me and thanking me for staying. I was going to be an hour late for the final and all I had to show for it was a hug. I know I did the right thing, but I had a bad feeling about my test. What's the saying: no good deed goes unpunished.

"That was nice of you to stay."

I turned around to see the female police officer, Officer Coles. Her partner was coordinating with the tow truck that had arrived to collect what used to be a drivable Honda Civic.

"What? Oh yeah. Well, I just hope my professor lets me in late."

"Let's you in late?" the officer inquired.

"I have a final exam that started about 40 minutes ago. She's a real ball bus... She's pretty strict on the rules and isn't known for her leniency. If you don't need me for anything else, I'd like to go try to get into my exam."

"Oh," said the officer. "Maybe I can help. It doesn't seem right that you stay here to help out, and then get punished for it. I can go with you if you like and talk to the professor if she wants to be a ball buster about it."

"That would be great," I said smiling. I didn't want to say anything but I thought it was kind of funny to hear one woman call another one a 'ball buster'.

"Just follow me to the school and then I'll follow you."

Things were beginning to look up I thought as I got in my car. I quickly tucked in behind the patrol car and the police officer had the lights running the entire way to the university. Running the lights certainly made me smile, and I could feel my disposition improving already. I parked my car in student parking, and the officer drove us on to campus, taking the patrol car right up to the chemistry building.

By the time we got to the room, the exam had been going for an hour. As expected, the door was locked. I knocked softly. The door opened just enough for Professor Grant to see me.

"Mr. Rhodes you know I don't tolerate tardiness," she snapped. "Especially when you're over an hour late."

Professor Grant went to close the door, but Officer Coles was quicker. She grabbed the door, pulling it open far enough for Professor Grant to notice her. She looked my teacher dead in the eye and spoke in that tone of voice that only law enforcement personnel seem to know.

"Professor Grant is it. My name is Officer Debra Coles with the Police Department. Your student is late for one reason. He witnessed a hit-and-run accident and pulled over to make certain that everyone was alright. The driver of the car was unconscious and the passenger was shaking her in an attempt to wake her up. You can imagine that shaking someone with a concussion isn't exactly a good thing."

Professor Grant just stood there taking it in.

"At the insistence of the passenger, Mr. Rhodes stayed until emergency services arrived and then provided a detailed account of the incident. As I took the passenger's statements, she wouldn't stop going on about how grateful she was that he stayed with them until we arrived. If one of my daughters was in an accident, I would hope and pray that someone like this young man was there to do such a selfless thing. Now it's up to you, but I'd consider cutting the kid a little slack."

Professor Grant looked at me and told me to go ahead inside. I smiled at Officer Coles and the look on her face told me she knew how grateful I was.

"One more thing Professor Grant," Officer Coles said. She then proceeded to whisper to the professor, but I couldn't hear what was being said because the door had shut.

A few moments later, Professor Grant knocked on the door and I let her in. She went to her desk and handed me a copy of the exam. She looked at me and smiled. There was a kind of softness in her eyes that I can honestly say I would have never thought her capable of. She quietly told me that while another exam was scheduled after this one but that if I needed extra time I could go to her office time was up. I'm glad she did, because the exam was positively brutal. In two hours time, I was barely through two-thirds of the exam.

As I followed Professor Grant to her office, I couldn't help but check her out. We went up two flights of stairs, and she was right in front of me. Professor Grant always dresses in a business formal suit, and today was no exception. Black slacks and a black blazer that covered a white blouse. Normally, we are in a large lecture hall looking down at a chalkboard. In front of that chalkboard is a large table where chemistry labs are demonstrated to students. Between that and her blazer, I don't think I have ever really seen her body from the waist down. But as she took each step, the blazer kept creeping up. By the end of the first landing, I was afforded a perfect view of her perfect ass. And yes, it was perfect: round but not huge; firm but with a nice bounce as she took each step. And when she walked, it rocked side-to-side in that delicious way that just seems to come naturally to a woman wearing heels. In the span of five seconds I went from simply fearing this woman to entertaining a few hundred thoughts of my teacher in various sexual acts as we completed the trip to her office.

Professor's Grant's office was in a new wing that had just been completed earlier this month. The new wing caused quite a stir with some students. A $30 million donation had been giving to the Chemistry department. Half the money was used to build this new wing while the other half was being used to purchase new equipment. The older offices were going to be converted into additional laboratories and classroom. One of the perks of the new offices was that each one had its own bathroom. While the University couldn't arbitrarily decide to pay the professors more, they could provide nicer working spaces for the professors which helped retain some of the more prestigious members.

When we got to her office, I could see that she had been put in one of the larger offices reserved for Senior Faculty. I'd never been to her office before, preferring to go through one of her teaching assistants when I had a question. There was one large desk near the tinted windows at the far side of the room. Another smaller desk was next to the door that we had just come through. Across from that was a large couch. On the near side of the room and opposite the windows was another door, which I assumed was her personal restroom, and two large bookshelves filled with Chemistry volumes. There was something else I noticed. Professor Grant had attained two Doctorate Degrees, a PhD in Chemistry and another in Biochemistry. 

"Go ahead and sit there to finish your exam Justin," she told me, indicating the smaller desk.

I sat down while she proceeded to take off her blazer and hang it up. As she walked over to her desk and picked up her phone, I just stared. This woman was stacked. Maybe she dressed to hide it, but without the black blazer to conceal it, a fabulous set of tits could clearly be seen hiding in her white blouse. Thank God she was so focused on whoever she was calling, because she would have seen me blatantly staring at her.

Upon hearing a voice and saying hello, she fell into her chair and turned around to look out the window. With her back to me and her body mostly hidden by her desk, I tried to get the blood out of my little head and back to the big one so I could finish the exam. It was difficult. No, it was Herculean to keep my mind on the exam and off of Professor Grant's body. But I did. It took another hour, but I did answer every question. When it was complete, I was brain dead. I felt like I had given mental birth and I was drained completely. I put my exam on Professor Grant's desk and thanked her for allowing me the extra time. As I turned to leave, she spoke.

"Hold on Mr. Rhodes," she said as she rose out of her chair. She walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly.

"Thank you," she said with her head buried in my neck. "Thank you so very much Justin."

"Umm ... what for Professor Grant?"

"My daughter was in the car this morning. Michelle, the girl you stayed with. She's my daughter."

So that's what Officer Coles had told her. That must have been who she called. She must have been relieved to know that her daughter was not harmed.

"You're welcome," I said as I wrapped my arms around her to return her hug.

When I did that, she tightened her hug even more and took a deep breath. And did her chest ever feel good pressed up against me like that.

"I called the house and Michelle told me everything. She told me you wanted to leave, but that she begged you to stay. She couldn't believe that you did. Between her father, or rather the lack there of, and the guys she's dated, I doubt she has ever had a man do something selfless for her. She couldn't believe that any guy would stay without getting something out of it."

She moved her head and before I knew it she had lightly kissed the corner of my mouth. And I can honestly say that up to that young age of 18 years, I have never gotten so hard so fast. Professor Grant had to have felt it because her entire body was pressed up against mine, but she didn't say a thing. She just put her head back into the small of my neck and continued.

"Michelle even said you didn't try to take peeks at her or Sandra. She thinks it the first time since she developed that a guy has looked at her and didn't just notice her tits."

'Hello,' I thought. Did my professor just say the word 'tits' while hers were pressed against me? At this point I thought my dick was so hard I thought it was going to poke right through my jeans.

"Well, she is a pretty girl," I said. I heard her take in a quick breath of air.

"But she needed help not some idiot drooling on her," I quickly added. Professor Grant leaned back, looked up into my eyes, and just smiled at me. I never took the time to notice, but she had really great blue eyes. I think this was the first time I had ever seen her act like a lady and not as some cold-as-ice bitch.

"I hope she gets to hear a compliment like that some day. My daughters could use hearing more of that and less of the 'nice rack' and 'damn you're hot'."

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. With put her head against my chest and whispered 'we all could'.

Without thinking, I just said "Well she definitely takes after her mother. You're both gorgeous."

"What did you say?" Professor Grant asked.

"I said you're both gorgeous."

She looked up at me and I could see the tears just welling in her eyes. While I have had one serious girlfriend, I didn't have a solid understanding of women. In an instant, I made her cry. Because of that, I thought I was screwed.

"You think I'm gorgeous?" she asked. She almost seemed anxious to hear me say it again.

Okay, maybe I wasn't screwed.

"Absolutely. Without a doubt," I replied eagerly.

"How could you say that?" she asked shaking her head. "Michelle was in a bikini, so that I get. But you've never seen me in anything like that."

"Well that's true, but as we came up the stairs ..."

My words just trailed off. My dad has often told me that I speak without thinking. In the span of one second, I realized he was right.

"Wait," Professor Grant said as she pushed back from me. "You were checking me out as we came up the stairs."

I knew she could hear me gulp before I confessed.

"Yes, I did. I'm not making excuses, but I couldn't help it. You were walking up the stairs right in front of me. Your blazer had drifted up and there it was."

"There what was?"

"Uhh ... your behind. And as you walked up the stairs ... in those slacks ... wow ... I mean ..."

"Wow?"

I was beginning to think I couldn't dig this hole any deeper. But as I looked at Professor Grant, I didn't see anger. I didn't see disgust. I saw her looking at me with those blue eyes and hers eyes seemed to be searching for something.

I don't know how I remembered the advice my friend Katrina gave me, but I did. She had said that women like compliments, but they love sincere ones. If you want a woman to believe you are sincere when you compliment her, look her straight in her eyes and speak your mind. Here I was, standing in front of a Senior Professor at the University. She could fail me. She could probably get me kicked out of the school if she wanted. But right then and there, every part of me knew she wouldn't. I didn't know how I knew, but I did.

So I looked Professor Grant dead in the eyes and spoke up.

"Professor Grant, when I followed you up the stairs I got a glimpse of the most perfect ass I have ever seen."

"Really?" she asked with big eyes. "You really think I have a great ass?"

"No," I said with more confidence. "You have a perfect ass. And those slacks were made to show it off. The view of your ass as you walked up the stairs was ... well ... fucking awesome. It was all I could do to concentrate for the past hour."

Professor Grant leaned up and kissed me again on the corner of my mouth. She then leaned back for a moment, looking into my eyes.

"So then, this is for me?" she asked as she grinded her hips into mine. With my mind running 800 miles per hour, I had momentarily forgotten about how hard my dick was. Five minutes ago, I would have simply run out of the room. But standing here with her body pressed against mine as she looked directly into my eyes, I felt positive about being able to answer her directly and without fear.


My Education Ch. 01



"Yes, Professor Grant. That is most definitely for you."

I am five-foot eleven-inches tall. Professor Grant was five-foot four-inches ... five-seven with her heels. As I looked down at her in that moment, I didn't see my professor. I only saw a beautiful woman. One very beautiful woman who leaned up and kissed me on the mouth. I felt her lips part slightly as her tongue pushed against my lips. I responded in kind, opening my mouth slightly to let my tongue slip out. I could feel her soft, wet tongue begin to dance with mine. God could she kiss. It was then that I felt the couch against the back of my calves. I held onto her as I descended back onto the couch, and she gracefully slid top of my thighs.

Taking her mouth from mine, she said "Then that would make it mine to do with as I please. Unless of course you object."

"No Professor Grant. I trust you to ...."

Her mouth cut me off, but I didn't mind in the slightest. I almost jumped when I felt her hand start to undo my jeans. She moaned into my mouth when my hand cupped her left breast. I could feel her nipple harden against my fingers. My other hand fumbled for the buttons on her blouse. Her hands were tugging my jeans down past my hips. I had half of the buttons on her blouse undone when she started fishing in my underwear for my cock. Her hand felt amazing as it encircled my shaft and slowly began stroking me. I finished with her blouse and reached down to feel her tits. Even in a bra, they felt wonderful.

"Allow me," she whispered. "And take off your shoes."

Using one foot on the heel of the other, I started to take off my sneakers off. At the same time, I felt her hands dart between mine. By the time my shoes were off, I felt her taut bra give way to the treasure beneath. Her flesh felt soft and warm. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers toyed with her nipple. I made it a point to gently explore her breasts. As her hands began working on my underwear, I lifted my hips. Seizing the opportunity, Professor Grant quickly lowered them and my jeans to my ankles.

She knelt on the ground and literally ripped them off of my legs. While I awaited the return of her mouth to mine, I gazed at her breasts. They were incredible. She noticed my gaze and looked at me with a hunger in her eyes. She grabbed my ankles and picked them up, turning me length wise on the couch. Kneeling next to the couch, she wrapped her right hand around the base of my cock and stared into my eyes. I kept my eyes locked on hers until she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck me," I gasped as my head jerked back.

Professor Grant attacked my cock with a hunger I have never felt before. As she lowered her mouth down onto my cock, her hand would travel down over the base of my cock to rub my balls. As she lifted her head back up, her hand followed and stroked my cock. It took her but a few repetitions of these motions to settle into a rhythm of stroking and sucking my cock. I looked back down to see her staring up into my eyes as if she was waiting for my senses to return before moving forward. She kept a lock with my eyes for five iterations of her exquisite stroking-sucking technique. As she started the sixth, she closed her eyes and really began to work me.

In high school, I helped more than a few cheerleaders pass their classes. In return, they treated me to more than a few blowjobs. One in particular named Kim could get me to cum in just a few minutes, and then she would continue until she got a second round from me. It never took her more than 15 minutes to get two loads from my eager balls. Kim was a novice compared to Professor Grant. It took 40 or 50 seconds before I arched my hips and came hard into this woman's mouth. As I came, I could feel just the first couple inches of my cock in her mouth. Her hand worked the base of my shaft and my balls, as I pumped again and again.

When I was done, she just kept sucked the head while continuing to stroke the base and I think my cock was harder now than we started. She lifted her head from my shaft and started kissing up my stomach. When she got to my face, she stopped and looked me in the eyes. Remembering yet another tip from Katrina, I looked at her like she was a priceless treasure and pulled her mouth to mine. I kissed her deeply and passionately, silently thanking her for the intense pleasure she had just given me.

Holding her, I stood up without taking my mouth from hers. It felt so good to feel her nipples pressing against my chest. I moved my mouth to her neck and sucked hard. Professor Grant started moaning loudly, and I could feel one her hands between our bodies rubbing up and down inside her slacks. With my hands on her shoulders, I slowly spun her around. I brought my hands to her tits, cupping them. The weight of her flesh felt great in my hands. I gently pinched her nipples and she just groaned while I softly twisted the hard buttons between my fingers. I lowered my hands to her hips, and by the looseness of her slacks I knew they were already unbuttoned. I pushed them down over her hips and Professor Grant responded by wiggling them down her legs.

"Stay," I told her.

I quickly dropped down to my knees. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled down. In seconds, they joined her slacks at her ankles. Before she could move, I stood back up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I picked her up off the ground and felt her feet kick a few times. It was then that we both realized that my cock was wedged between the cheeks of her ass. She just started grind her ass up and down against my cock while my hands once again found her tits. I pulled her back with me as I sank back down onto the couch and my shaft never left the valley of her ass. I was sitting on the edge of the couch and Professor Grant was effectively laying back against me. I let one of my hands slide down her body in search of her sex.

"Yesssss," she hissed as my fingers found her clit.

I started rubbing her clit in circles and she groaned out loud. Professor Grant leaned slightly to one side and turned back to kiss me. As our tongues met, she started moaning. Her right arm had reached up and around so that her hand could grab the back of my head. My mouth would not leave hers until she wanted it to. As she continued to grind her ass against my cock, I continued to roll her clit in circles with my right hand. I felt her body tense up once, then twice, and then she came. Shaking, Professor Grant groaned deeply into my mouth as she closed her legs around my hand holding it against her pussy. I could feel her sucking air out of my body into hers and then pushing it back into me as she breathed hard through her orgasm. This continued until her orgasm passed and she let go of the back of my head.

"Don't move," she whispered to me.

She stood up and quickly turned around. I could only watch as this goddess crawled into my lap and straddled me. I felt her hand hold my cock against the hot wetness of her sex. She stared deeply into my eyes. I just looked up at her, silently begging her to do it. She moved the head of my cock up and down her slit, moaning every time the tip pushed against her clit. Professor Grant just smiled as she let the weight of her body sank her down onto my cock.

"Oh fuck Professor Grant," I groaned. 

The feeling was mind-blowing. As good as Professor Grant's mouth had felt, it paled in comparison to the tight, warm, and very wet pussy on my cock. I could feel the heat of her walls along the entire length of my shaft, and I felt like I was going to cum without her having to do anything else. Professor Grant rolled her hips in circles on top of me. She stared down at me and grinned. I could feel her clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around me. The feeling was unbelievable.

Professor Grant moved slowly at first, using her legs to raise and lower herself. Then her hands found my shoulders, and I could feel her pace beginning to increase. I couldn't hold out any longer and my hands sought out her tits. Her nipples hardened as my fingers gently twisted them, prompting an unexpected reaction from the woman on top of me who had two PhD's.

"That's it baby, play with my tits. Fuck yes. My nipples are so fucking sensitive. Suck them baby. Suck them now."

And I did. Not that I had much choice. Professor Grant had moved her hands to the back of the couch above my shoulders. The result was that her tits were now pressed against my face. I moved my mouth to her right nipple, and suck it into my mouth. I pinched the hard little button between my tongue and teeth. The reaction was immediate.

"Fuck yes," she groaned. "Just like that baby. Just fucking like that."

Professor Grant was now bouncing up and down on me fast and hard. I put my hands on her hips to help, pushing my hips up into her as best as I could while using my hands to push her down at the same time. She was gasping and moaning as fucked. With my cock driving my cock in and out of her wonderful pussy, I knew it wouldn't be long before I came again. I just hoped to make her cum again as well. My only other thought at the time was how I would be able to pull out before cumming.

As if reading my mind, Professor Grant answered that question as well.

"When you get there ... don't ... hold ... back ... Justin ... cum ... in ... me ... it's ... been ... so ... long ... please."

That pretty much cut the chord on any control I had left. My balls began to throb in eager anticipation. With my hands on her hips, I began thrusting up into her dripping cunt as hard as I could. Professor Grant matched my actions, driving her body down onto my cock faster and faster.

"Yes ... yes ... do it ... uhhhh ... so close ... so ... uhhh ... fucking close ... do it baby ... do it"

That was what pushed me over the edge. My hips shot up off the couch, driving my cock as deep into her as I could manage. I felt the muscles near my prostate tightening and I grabbed her hips with my hands. My fingers dug into her flesh, holding her down on my cock. Restraining her in this way seemed to spur her on as much as her words were spurring me on.

"Do it ... do it you fucking ... stud ... cum in me ... cum in my cunt ... do it ... cum with me ... FUCKING DO IT"

And I did. My cock pulsed harder than I had ever felt and I came in this goddess. For the first time in my life, I came in a woman's pussy. And Professor Grant came with me. Her body shuddered against mine as she drove her hips down hard. I felt her pussy working my shaft, squeezing and releasing in an attempt to pull my seed deep into her body. She groaned in my ear, continuing to tell me to cum in her ... driving my cock to spasm even harder in her. 

"Yes baby ... yes ... give it to me Justin ... feel it ... I feel it inside ... deep inside me baby"

We sat there for a few minutes, drifting down from our mutual high. Although my mouth had left her nipple, my head was still on her chest. Turned to the side, the position had my ear pressed up against body. I could hear her heart pounding. It felt good to sit there with this woman on top of me, her arms wrapped around my head, holding me to her. I didn't have to wonder about her, I knew that right then, right there, Professor Grant felt the same.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Professor Grant, don't you think I should be thanking you?" I inquired.

"Erin," she said. "My name is Erin. After what we just shared, I want you to call me by my first name."

"As you wish Erin"

"And no Justin, you shouldn't be thanking me at all."

I began to think that the rumors surrounding Professor Grant's divorce were true. For the past ten weeks, this woman had simply been a shrew. She gave no quarter to anyone in our class, not even to one of guys when his mother was in the hospital after her car was hit by a drunk driver. Even the girls in the class considered her the definition of a cold-hearted bitch. Up until today, I have never seen her smile. But sitting here, I could feel a warmth from her. Erin Grant was hardly an ice queen. She was probably just burned badly by her ex-husband.

"I haven't felt like this in over ten years," she continued. "Relaxed and safe. There have been times when I didn't know if I would ever feel secure in a man's arms again."

For the next ten minutes, Professor Grant shared the details of her divorce. There was her discovery of her husband's affair with his secretary, a taller girl with "bolt-on" tits that he had had paid for. There were years of weekend getaways he managed to take with the girl while Professor Grant had been immersed in her second PhD. For the last seven years of their marriage, he gave an unbelievable amount of verbal abuse to their daughters when he did talk to them. He was nothing more than an emotional void he gave to his daughters for three years before the divorce. He constantly criticized her professional achievements, as the advanced degrees didn't increase their personal wealth nearly as much as his skill in the stock market. He even said it was one of the things that drove him into the arms of his secretary. I laughed when she said that last one.

"You think that's funny," she asked.

"Hell yes. If anything, your degrees add to the package. I mean, not only do you have the body of a goddess but you have the brain of a genius. That thought alone is really hot."

To emphasize my point, I flexed my still hard cock in her pussy. She moaned in response.

"You really find that attractive Justin?"

"Absolutely. Erin, with your body you could get just about anything you want. But there are lots of hot women walking around. Not many have the brains to achieve what you have. Two Doctoral Degrees ... how many people ever obtain one, let alone two? And in a scientific field no less. Women aren't the only people on this planet attracted to successful people."

She just sat there looking me in the eyes taking it all in. Then she kissed me lightly on the lips while she clenched her pussy tight around my cock.

"Is that why you're still hard?"

"Mostly."

"Mostly?" she inquired with a raised eye brow.

"Well, yes. I mean, you are downright fucking hot. To add to that is that wonderful brain and the success you have seen professionally because of that brain. It completely sets you apart from the legions of brainless beauties walking around. You're not common. You are a priceless treasure."

By now she was just looking up at me as if I was center of her universe. I leaned forward and kissed her on the nose.

"Plus there is the whole teacher thing. I mean, what man hasn't ever had a 'teacher' fantasy. And I didn't get just any teacher. I got one of the hottest fucking women I have ever seen, and more so, she's probably the smartest woman in the state."

She smiled at that comment.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what Erin?" I asked. I was really beginning to enjoy the way her name rolled off my tongue.

"Know how to say just what to say to make my heart flutter."

I blushed at her statement.

"Someone once told that I was an 'old soul, with a young mind'. I just say what know ... in my heart as well as my mind." 

"Can I ask you favor of you Justin?"

"Erin, after what we just did, you can ask me to walk across hot coals if you like."

"Would you take me again?" she asked finally getting up off of me.

"I would love to."

She smiled upon hearing my response. She took my hand and pulled me up off the couch. Grabbing the blanket on the far side, she laid it across the leather cushions and then sat down. 

"Good," she said, as she leaned up and kissed me. "Earlier was without thinking. I needed that more than you'll ever know. But right now, before we have to part, I want to indulge my one of my own fantasies."

I just grinned and said, "you want one of your students ..."

"... to fuck me good and proper," she finished. "Give me a minute to clean up a bit."

"What for?" I asked.

"Because I'm a mess. Your cum and mine is dripping down my thighs."

I stepped forward and put my hand between her legs. I ran my fingers across the sticky mess coating her pussy.

"True," I said pushing her back on the couch. "But right now, before we have to part, that mess belongs to me. And I intend on making it much worse before letting you clean up."

Erin didn't reply. She just kissed me deeply and wrapped her hand around my hard, sticky cock. She sat on the couch, laid back, and pulled me on top of her. With a graceful motion, she guided me to her sex and wrapped her legs around me. I looked her deeply in the eyes as this woman used her hand to aim my cock and her legs to drive me in. I sank into her slowly. And even though a part of me I wanted so desperately to fuck her as fast and hard as I could, a larger part of me wanted to give her what I believed she needed. I know she wanted her student to fuck her, but looking down into those pools of sapphire I saw another need ... the need to be loved. And there was no way I could just fuck her and leave this need completely unfulfilled.

I pulled back slowly and held for just a second before sliding slowly back into her. She moaned at the movement and smiled as she looked up at me. Again I pulled back slowly.  Again I slid back into her, this time grinding my pelvic bone against her clit. Erin just closed her eyes and moaned a bit more loudly. Again I repeated the slowly withdrawal from and penetration into her sex. It took a couple of more successions, but I found a slow, measured pace that I could maintain. Erin noticed this and told me to go faster.

Looking directly into her eyes, I said, "Not just yet Erin."

"Why?"

"Because my fantasy would never be complete if I didn't get to slowly make love to my teacher. And right here, right now, I know you want that too."

Smiling at up at me, she wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled her head up and kissed me deeply, moaning softly into my mouth as I kept my unhurried pace. I thought she might admit it, but as she continued to kiss me it occurred to me she couldn't. This day was probably pushing her limits emotionally. And I realized that if I was going to make love to Erin Grant and give her what she needed that I had to take her silence as the only response she would be able to give me.

So I closed my eyes and lost myself to in the sensations of loving Erin Grant. I made love to... slowly ... methodically ... completely. I was able to maintain that pace for another 30 minutes, driving my teacher to two more orgasms. Her lips never left mine and I felt her body against mine the entire time, moving with me. We shared as perfect a union as I ever believed possible. And as she writhed beneath me in the midst of her second orgasm, her pussy clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, I came with her.

We turned just a bit, so that I was laying on my back, pinning her between my body and the back of the couch. She put her head on my chest and draped her left arm over my body to hold me. In the calm of that moment, I heard her whisper 'thank you' ... to which I whispered my reply 'you're welcome'. And then I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I sighed when I realized that Erin hadn't moved and was still laying against me. I realized that the sun was just starting to set. With her office facing west and with the tinted windows, the entire room was bathed in a soft, warm glow. I smiled. This was indeed a perfect moment.

"Good evening," she said softly.

"Good evening," I replied. "This is a delicious way to wake up. You here ... with me ... sharing the sunset. Have you been awake long?"

"About five minutes," she said softly. "I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping."

"Thank you."

"But now that you're up ..."

"... bathroom ... yes, good idea."

"You go first."

Erin lifted her head and I got up. I darted into the bathroom and quickly relieved myself. I washed my hands and returned to the main room. Walking over to the couch where she was laying, I took a minute to admire Erin Grant. She was just beautiful. I reached for her hands and helped her to her feet. She walked gracefully to the bathroom and shut the door. I turned and looked out the window. She must have picked the best office in the building with the view it provided. I lifted my arms high above my head and stretched. Nearly ten minutes passed before she came out and moved to join me in admiring the view. At least I thought she would join me for the view.




My Education Ch. 01



I felt her breasts against my back as her arms wrapped around my chest. I felt her right cheek against my back and realized the complexities of what we had done must have finally settled in.

"I know I don't have to ask ..." she started.

"I won't tell a soul Erin. Not one. Not ever."

I felt her sigh against me.

"Today is ours and I am not sharing that with anyone save you."

Her arms loosened slightly and I felt her move around my right side. I lifted my arm and put it around her shoulders holding her to me. I leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips and I realized I could fall in love with this woman.

"After today, you will always have a place in my heart Erin."

"And you in mine Justin."

We watched the sunset in silence. After a few minutes, I heard her giggle. Before I could ask her why, I felt her hand brush my erect cock.

"I can't believe you're still hard."

"I'm an 18 year-old man standing next to a completely naked goddess and you expect my cock to be anything but rock hard?"

"Eighteen ... oh God," she groaned.

"Just setting in is it?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes. But ..."

"But what?"

"But ... I can't believe how much the thought excites me too. You're younger than both my daughters. I'm 41 years-old. 4 ... 1 ... and just thinking about the fact that this hard, young cock stretched my pussy twice today makes my entire body tingle. And to top it off you made me cum harder today than I have in probably 15 years. And four times ... four."

"Wow."

"Wow?" she inquired, looking up at me.

"Yeah ... wow. That's just a little mind-blowing ... that I made you cum that hard. That's ... well, that's a pretty big compliment."

"You better believe it young man. I hope that little tidbit makes your fantasy complete."

I was silent. There was one thing left in that fantasy, but I didn't want to push my luck. Erin stepped directly in front of me.

"Don't tell me there's something else?"

"Just one scene that I have wanted to do with a teacher," I said.

Erin put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. "You want my ass?"

HELLO I thought. I'm glad her hands weren't on my cock right this second, because she would have felt it throb upon hearing her asking me if wanted her ass.

"No that's not it."

"Tell me what it is then Justin."

"Erin, right now this day has been perfect. In my dreams I couldn't have wished for a day like this ... to spend a day with someone half the woman you are. I don't need anything more."

She walked right up to me. She kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"That is the sweetest thing I have been told in a long time," she stated, once the kiss was broken. "But in case you missed it, today has been as much about me as it has about you. At some point we're going to leave this office and go back to being just professor and student. Before that happens though, I am going to give you your complete fantasy. Because right now, I want to give you that fantasy. I need to ... I need to give you your complete fantasy."

I felt her hand wrap around my shaft with those words. Then she squeezed my cock tightly with her fist.

"You don't want to disappoint your teacher, do you Justin?"

"No Professor Grant."

She smiled at my return to calling her 'Professor Grant'.

"Then be a good young man and tell me what I want to know."

"Yes Professor Grant. I want you to sit back in your chair. I want your legs over the arms of the chair, spreading yourself wide open. Then I want to eat your dripping pussy until you cum hard on my mouth and tongue, feeding me your juices."

She groaned at hearing this, and her hand began to slowly jack my cock back and forth.

"And when you're done cumming on my mouth, I want to bend you over your desk and fuck you as deep and hard as I can until I cum one last time deep in your tight cunt."

Professor Grant pulled me by my cock around her desk. She sat down in her chair and smiled up at me as she spread her legs over the arms of her chair. It was the first time I had clearly seen her pussy and she gave me a minute to drink in the sight. Her legs were muscular and smooth. They were bereft of any hair. Surrounding her sex, was a layer of light blonde hair that extended to a slightly thicker patch above her clit. Her clit was swollen, but was still just a small though hard button at the top of her sex. Her lips were a light shade of pink and the moisture of her arousal made them shine in the light. She ran her hand down her body and pushed her fingers down her slit. Her middle finger ran over her clit and slowly pushed into her pussy. The two fingers next to this one ran between her inner and outer lips, making the inner lips stand out and emphasizing the digit now pushing into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Do you like what you see Mr. Rhodes?"

"Fuck yes Professor Grant."

With a wicked grin she said, "Then get to it young man. Eat your teacher's pussy and drink her cum."

I kneeled before Professor Grant, fully prepared to pleasure my teacher to the fullest. I leaned in and inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of her sex. With my tongue but an inch away, I exhaled slowly over her clit. As I began to run out of air, I let my tongue touch her clit. As she moaned at the sensation, I inhaled slowly and deeply drawing air slowly over her clit and my tongue. A surprised gasp came from her throat. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. I held my lips down over her clit, continuing to suck gently to keep her clit exposed and to provide added stimulation. With a skill taught to me years ago, I worked my tongue around her button as I held it captive between my lips. 

As I heard her moans increase, I felt her hips begin to thrust up and down into my mouth. As she continued to climb the wave, I brought my right hand up and began to trace her pussy lips. Her moans became louder and one of her hands found its way to the back of my head. With leverage, she began to thrust her hips harder into my mouth and holding my head against her sex. I continued my assault but managed to peek up at her and I would have smiled if I could. Her other hand was gently playing with her hard nipple. A nipple that was heaving up and down as Professor Grant breathed deeply over and over. At first she was gently rubbing and occasionally twisting the nub. I watched and I waited. Soon she would be at the crest of that wave.

I didn't have to wait long. In seconds, she started groaning loudly and pulling nipple hard while twisting it. When I saw this, I pushed my finger straight into my professor's snatch. A string of obscenities coupled with loud moaning spewed from her lips. It took some effort, but I continued sucking and working her clit as my finger searched for its prize. I knew I had found it when her entire body jerked and she screamed. I was leaning against her right thigh and I hooked my left arm under and around her leg. When she had taken in another deep breath of air, I struck both places. I pushed the finger of my right hand against her g-spot once more, using the leverage gained with my left arm to hold her a bit better. At the same time, I bit down on her clit with my teeth and tongue. The result was instantaneous: Professor Erin Grant came immediately. Another string of garbled words and moans came from her mouth. I continued to work her in both areas. When she said "Oh fuck ... it's coming again ... again," I quickly changed my position. With a quick jerk, I pulled my finger out of her pussy. I also let go of her leg.

"What are you doing," she yelled. "Don't stop eating me."

I had no intention of stopping. I just wanted to do as my professor instructed. I wanted to drink her cum. Changing my position enough, I wrapped each of my arms around her thighs. I could feel her staring down at me trying to figure out what I was doing, which is exactly what I wanted. Leaning down, I lowered my mouth onto her sex. I had my lips around her inner lips, so all of the area immediately surrounding her pussy was in my mouth. I heard her try to say something, but couldn't make it out. Not that I really cared. I pushed my tongue into her hole and her words ceased. Her hips shot up into me face, driving my tongue a little further into her pussy and I was rewarded with the taste of her juices. I can only hold my breath for about 45-50 seconds so I knew I had to finish this quickly.

With my tongue buried in her cunt and my mouth enclosed around her lips, the fingers of my right hand found her clit. Using my thumb and two fingers, I pinched her clit stopping just short of being too much. My efforts met with the result I had hoped for. Both of her hands grabbed the hair on the back of my head. She grunted hard and held my mouth against her pussy. She started pumping her hips up and down as if my tongue was a soft little cock inside her. I began to rub her clit as best I could while keeping my fingers pressed firmly against it. It was then that Professor Grant gave me her treasure. Her hips pumped up one last time and she came hard. And my goddess came, I drank her nectar. Keeping my tongue inside her quivering pussy, I lapped up as much as I could ... for as long as I could. Finally, I had to pull my mouth away and drink in the oxygen.

I looked up and Professor Grant. Her breathing was hard and labored. Her eyes were looking straight at me, but were unfocused. I took a minute to savor the taste of her juices. The nectar of her sex was ambrosia to me. I wanted to drink from her more, but there was a more urgent matter to attend to. I stood up in front of Erin and pulled her up out of her chair. Looking into her eyes, I could see that she realized what was about to happen, but was still recovering from the back-to-back orgasms I had wretched from her body. The soft smile that Erin wore told me that even though she couldn't respond, she knew and approved of what I was about to do.

As fortune would have it, the left side of her desk was relatively empty. Knowing she was still a bit weak, I wrapped one arm around her waist and picked her up. I knew she would not have the strength to stand, so I would have to settle for laying her back on her desk instead of bending her over it. The sacrifices we have to make huh?

As I laid her on the desk, she just closed her eyes and spread her legs as best she could. I moved around and grabbed her legs one at a time, placing each one over my shoulders. As I moved forward, I saw her nod slowly up and down. My cock was hard as steel in anticipation of the fucking I was going to give Erin. A soft moan escaped her lips as the head nestled between her nether lips and as I pushed into her, I saw her eyes close. When I was completely buried in her, I stroked back and forth a few times, savoring the wet flesh of her pussy sucking on my cock. With her legs almost straight up my chest, I wrapped my arms around thighs and began to fuck my beautiful teacher in earnest.

I found a pace that I could keep where I could pull almost my entire shaft out of her before plunging it back inside her. Her pussy felt really good around my cock and I continued to fuck her with vigor. It didn't take long for me to begin sweating and soon I could drops of my sweat running down my face and body. Shortly after this, I felt Professor Grant pushing up against me. I looked up and saw that her right hand was gripping the side of her desk and that her left hand was moving down her body. I continued to pump her hard, but watched her hand moving down between her legs. I parted her legs a little when she pushed and felt her fingertips at the union of my cock and her pussy. She moaned softly as she felt my shaft sawing in and out of her soaking hole. Then she slid her fingers back up enough to begin playing with her clit. I felt her begin to clench and unclench those wonderful pussy muscles and knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I looked up and saw that she had her eyes squeezed shut, putting all her concentration into the sensations her pussy was providing me.

"Do it," she said. "Do it ... cum in my wet pussy ... don't worry about me ... just fuck me ... fuck my cunt and fill it with your cum."

Hearing this, my hips started pumping as fast and hard. I wanted to do just that ... cum my beautiful teacher's soaking pussy one last time.

"That's it Justin ... right now ... give it to me ... don't you want to ... want to cum in my cunt ... one last time."

I could feel my balls tightening up. I was there.

"Yes baby ... now ... cum in my cunt now."

And cum I did. My arms locked around her thighs and my hips shot forward against her one last time. My cock lurched so hard I knew she felt it.

"Yes ... yes ... cum in me ... cumming with you ... fill me ... please fill me."

She got her wish. My first shot of cum drove her to one final orgasm. Her words made me push so hard to cum, I could feel the muscles around my prostrate squeezing to give her every bit I had. I felt my cock pulse again and again. I felt her pussy squeeze again and again on my shaft. I have never cum so hard or so much in my life. My entire body seemed to be contracting and the body of my professor was matching me movement for movement. 

As we lay there panting hard, I looked at my professor.

"Thank you Professor Grant. Thank you so much Erin."

"You're welcome," she replied and leaned up to kiss me softly. "And thank you Justin."

As I started to pull out, she asked me if I could carry her to the couch first. Pulling her to me, I felt her wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I put my hands under the cheeks of her ass and slowly proceeded to the couch. The street lights and city lights provided some low illumination for the room, which made it possible to navigate. I laid her down and pulled my wet cock from her.

"You should go get cleaned up," she told me as she pulled the blanket around her body.

I gathered my clothes and went into the bathroom, shutting the door before turning on the light. Ten minutes later, I turned the light off and returned to the office. I knelt down and looked Professor Grant in the eyes. I cupped her cheek with my hand and kissed her tenderly. She didn't move, but returned the kiss.

"That kiss was the perfect way to end our fantasies," she told me. "Thank you Justin."

"Yes it is. Would you like me to wait and walk you to your car?"

"No. I'm going to rest for a bit. Then I think I will go home and spend the entire weekend in bed ... sleeping."

"As you wish Erin," I said and leaned up to kiss her forehead gently.

She smiled and closed her eyes. I left her office and made certain the door shut very softly.

I walked to my car daydreaming about Professor Erin Grant. As I started my car, it occurred to me that she would be my professor again in two years. I wondered if I should show up late to her finals then too.



My Education Ch. 02



When we hit the floor, Erin spun around and put her wrists on my shoulders. My hands went for her hips and we were moving. For the first few moments, I simply stared into her eyes. Damn, she looked good tonight. She wore some mascara and dark eyeliner, which only seemed to add to her allure. The lip-gloss had worn a bit with the drinks we had taken, but still made her soft lips stand out that much more. She didn't need to wear any make-up though. Erin was simply breathtaking. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her deeply. And I almost didn't care who saw.

"I want to kiss you as well," she said.

I just smiled and enjoyed being this close to her again.

"I have to tell you," she started.

"I've been thinking about you non-stop since Friday," I finished.

She just moved closer as we continued to sway to the beat of the music.

"Yes. I can't tell you how much I needed that."

"You don't have to. I can see it in your eyes now as much as I saw it last Friday."

She smiled at me, leaned in, and then spun around as the song changed. Her hands reached back and grabbed my belt. She used the advantage to grind herself against me. Damn she smelled good. But that paled in comparison to how she felt. Her ass rubbed up and down my front side, and it felt damn good. I know she felt it because she started concentrating her efforts on bulge in my jeans. I know that song only lasted a little more than four minutes, but what a great four minutes. The song ended, but our dance continued into the next. Erin turned again and hooked her arms around my neck. She just stared into my eyes with that same look from last Friday. It's as if she was taking a quick minute to think over something. Then her eyes changed ... and Erin Grant smiled the softest smile I have ever seen. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Since it's my birthday today and yours tomorrow, we should celebrate," she stated.

"You mean more than we are right now?"

"Yes. Right now is for the people close to us. They celebrating the occasion with us, but I believe we should commemorate our birthdays in a far more ... personal way."

The dramatic pause she used with those last two words conveyed exactly what she hand in mind.

"I couldn't wish for a better way to celebrate my birthday."

"When you are done with your friends this evening, could you stop by?"

"Erin, I would love to stop by."

My answer was received in the exact manner I had hoped. She just moaned and stared deeply into my eyes. She gave me her address, which was relatively close to the University and to Sarah's apartment complex. It would be a short drive after I dropped Sarah off. And all of sudden I was glad Sheila had a boyfriend back at Harvard.

With that, we noticed most of the others joining us on the dance floor. With a peck to my cheek, Erin thanked me for the dance as her friends and mine moved in around us. Over the next few hours, it took everything I had not to steal glances at her. Fortunately, there were plenty of people to keep me occupied. Sarah and Sheila did their dance again with me. Not to be outdone, Allison, Erin, and Maria gave me their version. Talk about jaw dropping. Eventually, we all made our way back to the table, knowing the evening had to end.

As we approached the table, Allison and Maria discussed dropping off Erin before heading back across town to where they both lived. While it was only a 20-minute drive, it was clear that they were in the opposite direction. As if the night couldn't get any better, Sarah offered a ride to Erin. She explained that her apartment complex was near campus and since Erin's place was in the same direction, it was silly to have them drop her off only to drive back across town. And just like that, I was driving Erin and Sarah home. The night was getting better and better. From the gleam in Erin's eyes, I could tell she felt the same.

Sarah and the other gals headed for the bathroom. I would never understand that group bathroom thing. Tony and I went to the bathroom as well, while Erin and Allison headed outside. As I exited the restroom, I bumped into Maria and Sarah. We made our way outside and the first thing that caught our eyes was some guy speaking loudly at Erin. He wasn't yelling, but it was obvious he didn't care who heard him.

"It's the dirt-bag," Maria said. "Her ex."

I looked at Sarah and I could see she was pissed. She looked back at me and told me to follow her lead. And then Sarah did something that was just so ... Sarah. She walked right up to Erin and kissed her full on the lips. I walked up in time to participate in a conversation that most people pay money to see in the movies.

"Are you ready to go?" Sarah asked as she pulled away from Erin.

I could see her mouth "trust me" to Erin.

"Who the hell are you?" the Erin's ex-husband asked.

Ignoring him completely, Erin simply answered "yes."

The dirt-bag repeated his question with more anger in his voice and took a step towards Sarah. I stepped between them.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Justin. This is Sarah. I will ask to you to be more respectful when addressing a lady."

"Whatever. What are you doing kissing ..."

"You would be Paul?" Sarah asked cutting him off.

"Yes."

Sarah slowly turned around and stepped to my left side. She looked Paul and the woman next to him up and down before she continued speaking.

"Well Paul, since you are divorced I don't see how it is any of your business who I am or who I am kissing. But since I have grown so fond of Erin, I'll tell you anyway. My name is Sarah. Justin is my boyfriend and I love him with every single fiber of my being."

Paul, like everyone else there, had to be wondering where in the world this was going.

"And while he has never asked, I know that like any other red-blooded man on the planet he would love to spend an evening with two women. So for his birthday, I wanted to arrange just that and I have spent weeks searching for just right the person to bring to our bed. And I have had zero luck in finding just the right person until tonight when Erin walked in."

Paul started laughing.

"Is this what you have stooped to? Begging for sex with people half your age."

"Listen pencil dick, let me make this crystal clear," Sarah continued. "I spent over an hour this evening feeling Erin out on the subject before I spent another hour quite literally begging her to go through with it. That's right. I ... begged ... her. I mean just look at her. She is fucking gorgeous. After my pleading with her, Erin finally relented and let me tell you something. It's not going to be something she will ever regret: Justin and I are going to take her home and spend the next 24 hours worshipping this woman for what she is: a real-life, down-to-earth goddess. Fuck I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

Paul was getting visibly upset by this time. Erin stepped to my right side at this point.

"Oh yeah, let me give you one more little detail about what's in store for Justin. He has no problem going three or four times in a night. With that in mind, Erin and I have devised a number of surprises for him and this is one of them."

Sarah turned to face me presenting her side to Paul and the woman with him.

"After he fucks that goddess and fills her with his cum, he is going to finally get my tight 21 year-old virgin ass."

I would later hear from Allison and Maria who were behind us that as Sarah said that, she slid her arm down her body. She traced it over her hips and stopped at her ass. She then patted it a few times to emphasize the point.

I turned to look down at Sarah in genuine shock. She was looking up at me.

"That's right baby, you finally get my ass. But more than that, Erin has agreed to let me eat your cum out of her while you finally take my ass. Because I cannot imagine anything hotter for my man than letting you have Erin ... and then letting you watch me devour your cum out of her as you sink your thick cock into me and take my last cherry. I love you baby."

Allison and Maria told us later that the look in Paul's eyes said everything. At the time I couldn't see his reaction though. Sarah was kissing me. As she pulled away, Sarah whispered, "Kiss her."

"Erin, I can't thank you enough. Damn baby, I am dripping. Can we go now?"

"You ready?" I asked Erin before I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

Erin was staring straight up at me. Her eyes said it all. Paul the dirt-bag was part of her past. She didn't even look at him when she finally answered.

"Absolutely," she said with a mischievous look in her eye. "Sarah isn't the only one dripping right now."

Paul grabbed the hand of the woman next to him and stormed past us. Erin never took her eyes off mine the entire time. When he got inside, everyone burst out laughing. Everyone that is, but Erin. She pulled Sarah and me into a tender embrace: a silent measure of thanks for the comeuppance that had been meted out on her behalf. While she held us, she started laughing as well.

"Now that was worth waiting for," Allison said as she walked up and hugged her sister.

Maria came up and kissed me on the cheek.

"That's for what you just did for Erin. Where in the hell did that come from?"

"Ask Sarah."

"On behalf of my friend, how can I ever thank you?" Maria inquired.

"Are you kidding me," Sarah said grinning. "Thank me? I would have paid money to say all of that to such a pathetic little man."

Allison hugged me tightly and then hugged Sarah.

"Thank you both. That was priceless."

We all continued laughing out to the parking lot. It turned out that the scene was a jaw dropper for everyone. Allison and Maria told us of the look on Paul's face at the precise moment when Sarah patted her ass. Nor could they believe that Paul had effective been one-upped in a way he would never be able to top. My friends couldn't believe I actually leaned over and kissed my professor on the lips. They said it was priceless watching Paul's reaction because in their view, it was the "cherry on the sundae" when I kissed Erin. Heidi in particular would not stop going on and on about what she just saw.

For my part, I absolutely loved the fact that I got to kiss Erin Grant in public ... in front of my friends ... and hers. I knew I would never be able to tell anyone what happened last Friday or what would happen later tonight. But for a few minutes, I got to indulge the idea that this was a common place thing; that it would be acceptable to show Erin that kind of affection in front of the people that mattered to me. It may sound strange, but in those minutes, I knew Erin felt the same.

Goodbyes were exchanged shortly thereafter, and I led the ladies to my car. Indulging the women just a bit, I opened the read doors on each side to allow them to sit in the back while I drove them home. I started the engine and the three of us were on our way. The girls sat in the back going back and forth over what had occurred. Erin directed me as needed to make turns as I headed to drop her off first. At one point, Erin asked, "When you said all of that, how did you know Justin would follow your lead so well?"

"We've known each other since he was seven and I was nine. I know him forwards and backwards, just as he knows me. When I told him to follow my lead, I knew he wouldn't give up my bluff."

Sarah reached up and patted my shoulder at that.

"I know very little about him, but what I do know tells me he has a lot of character," Erin added.

"Oh yes. If he gives you his word, you can take it to the bank."

"I'm not the only one," I interjected. "Sarah's word is her bond. She'll go through heaven and hell to keep it."

Sarah simply smiled, but it was true. In our group, she knew almost everything about me. In fact, there were only two things she didn't know. Or rather two people: Erin and Morena.

"Since we're being so honest here, I have a confession to make."

That comment got Erin's attention and mine.

"My vibrator is going to get quite a workout tonight."

Without hesitation, Erin said, "Yours isn't the only one Sarah."

They started laughing and Sarah saw my smile at that comment. She told me to take those thoughts home and enjoy. In the rearview mirror, I grinned at her: if she only knew why. Sarah was just looking at me and I saw her lips slowly form a very mischievous smile. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the emotional high over what she had just pulled off. Maybe it was a combination of the two. Whatever it was, even I didn't see her next comment coming.

"Why use a vibrator? I have a much better idea. Take the birthday boy home instead."

Erin's just stared at her. I just stared at her. Sarah just continued.

"Seriously. From Justin's reaction to your arrival this evening, I know you turn him on."

Erin's eyes glanced up at mine in the mirror. I was looking straight at her.

"Erin, in the past few hours, I have developed a true fondness for you. I know what if feels like to deal with that level of betrayal and disappointment. Outside of school, I could actually see us being close friends."

"Really. I was thinking the same about you Sarah."

As I came to a stop at a street light, the two hugged with that exchange.

"So if you're worried about anyone ever finding out, I promise I would never say a thing."

"But Sarah, I have to ask. Could I trust Justin with such a secret?"

"Absolutely," Sarah replied. "Get him to look you in the eyes and promise. He has never made a promise and broken it."

"Well Mr. Rhodes?" Erin said looking at my eyes in the rearview mirror.

I turned to face Erin Grant. I repeated the words I said to her last Friday.

"I won't tell a soul Erin. Not one. Not ever."

Erin smiled and then looked down. She was really considering letting Sarah in on the meeting we arranged for later this evening. The light turned green, so I started driving again. Sarah could see that she was on the fence too. She said one final thing in an effort to convince Erin to go for it.

"After everything you have been through Erin, do yourself this favor. Make it a birthday treat. Let your hair down."

I could not believe how hard Sarah was selling the idea to Erin. In the rearview mirror, my eyes looked at Sarah with genuine gratitude. Whatever Erin's decision, Sarah had really gone to bat for me tonight. Friends like that were few and far between.

My eyes moved to Erin. She was looking up and had a gleam in her eye. She was really going to do it. She was going to tell Sarah that she would take me home. My mind raced with the thought. There would be one person I would be able to talk to about in regards to Erin. It wasn't about gloating or bragging. It was about being able to tell just one person how much Erin had rocked my world. I hoped I would be able convey to Erin how much that meant to me. 

"Okay," Erin said. "I'll take him home."

'YES!' I thought.

"You hear that Justin. This woman is counting on you to make her birthday truly memorable. You better fuck her senseless."

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the emotional high over she had from finally seeing her ex-husband on the losing end of the stick. Maybe it was a combination of the two. Whatever it was, even I didn't see Erin's next comment coming.

"Since we're being so honest here Sarah, I have a confession to make. He already has."

Sarah's eyes darted to the rearview mirror.

"Oh my ...," Sarah started.

She could see it in my eyes. She looked back at Erin.

"You were last Friday?"

Erin just smiled. I might have been worried that she thought I had said something to Sarah, but I could see it in her eyes. Erin knew better.

"You were last Friday," Sarah repeated.

It wasn't a question this time. After following her directions for the past ten minutes, Erin finally said her house was the next one on the right. I got out of the car to open Erin's door for her and Sarah joined me. As we stood in front of Erin's house, Sarah looked me dead in the eyes.

"I know you would have never told me who it was, but answer me this: I've seen you after you've gotten laid, but I have never seen you glow before. Last Friday was more than sex for you wasn't it?"

My eyes darted to see Erin's looking at me with both affection and hope. I kept her gaze when I replied.

"Sarah, last Friday I connected with Erin on levels I would have never believed possible. There is a corner of my heart that will always belong to her."

I saw Erin's eyes grow a little misty when I said that. Sarah threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. She knew that I have had crushes. She knew there had been a couple people I really liked. But she also knew I had never said anything like that about someone before.

"Okay then my good friend; I have a birthday present for you."

"I think you have done enough," I said.

"You're staying at my place until Sunday."

Before I could react, she added, "At least that is what I am going to tell your parents."

She looked at Erin.

"His parents love me. His mom even takes me shopping a couple times a year. I am going tell them he is staying with me until Sunday. That is if you think you can handle having him for a few days straight."

"I think I can keep him occupied for a few days," Erin replied with a big smile.

"Good, because this comes with a condition for each of you. Erin: you and I are going to have a sit down soon. I have never seen my best friend gush over anyone this much before so I expect you to treat him well. I want to hear all about last Friday as well as this weekend. I want to know what you did to turn him upside down."

"Deal," Erin replied.

"Okay, I need your number in case I have to get a message to Justin ... and I need your keys so your car can stay at my place to give this little hoax the illusion of believability."

I gave Sarah my keys while they exchanged numbers.

"As for you Justin," Sarah directed towards me.

"Yes?"

"Wreck her," Sarah commanded me.

I just smiled. Sarah winked at me, got in my car, and started to drive off. Erin took me by the hand and led me inside in her home. She didn't say a word. She just unlocked her door, pulled me inside, and locked the door again. She leaned up and kissed me deeply. I returned her kiss. I felt her pour every once of affection and every urge of lust that we had shared last Friday into that kiss. She pulled away, turned, and took four steps to the couch that was but a few feet away. The couch was one of two in the room. Each one faced the other. The one she chose had its back to the foyer we had just stepped through. She bent over the arm and looked over at me. However, the woman that looked back at me wasn't just Erin the goddess. The woman that looked back at me wasn't just Professor Grant. In her eyes I saw a beast; a wild beast whose eyes were telling me to do one thing. Those eyes said only three words: fuck ... me ... now.

By the time I reached the couch, my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. My left hand pulled up her dress over her waist, while my right started pushing my jeans and underwear down my legs. I switched hands. My left hand pushed the other side of my clothes down past my hips while my right hand caressed her ass. She moaned at my touch. As my cock sprang free, I reached into the black thong Erin was wearing and tore it from her body. She groaned her approval. As I slid the head to the opening of her pussy, I could tell Erin was soaking. I felt her hand meet my cock and guide it in. As I pushed into her pussy, I moaned at the feeling. My goddess was hot. My goddess was wet. I looked up and saw that her eyes were on fire. We had plenty of time to make love. Right now, Erin Grant needed to be fucked. To be perfectly honest, I wanted to do nothing more than that.

'Five minutes. Just let me last five minutes.'




My Education Ch. 02



I remember thinking that as I started stroking in and out of her. Part of me wanted to pleasure her. Part of me needed to pleasure her, to make my goddess cum and cum hard. I hoped five minutes would be enough to achieve this goal because being inside Erin again already had my balls boiling. Then I looked down into her eyes and saw the beast staring back at me. When I saw those eyes, the part of me that wanted to pleasure her was no longer in control. My hips just started moving of their own accord.

If her eyes were on fire, then her pussy was a furnace. It felt so right to have her hot flesh wrapped around my cock like this. My hands were on her hips. One of Erin's arms was holding the arm of the couch, giving her just a little advantage. She wasn't pushing back at me. She was doing everything she could to stay in that perfect spot ... so I could fuck her as hard and fast as possible. I know her other arm was beneath her body because I could feel her fingertips every now and then. She was grunting every time I slammed into her. I wasn't in her for a minute when her groans got louder. A small part of me registered that she was getting close to orgasm. I could hear that small voice in the distance.

'Four minutes. Just four more minutes.'

A far larger part of me didn't knowing anything of her orgasm or about time. All it knew was the instinctive need to keep pounding my shaft into her over and over. And pound her I did. I could feel her pussy getting wetter. I could even hear the squishing sounds of our coupling over the sounds of my flesh slapping against hers. She was so close and yet so very much of me didn't care. She was a woman who needed to be fucked. I was a man who needed to fuck her. Her head shot up as she screamed through her orgasm. I was grunting as I fucked her through her cum. She shuddered over and over, not that I cared. I was fucking her like I had paid for her. Then the small voice seemed to get a little louder.

'Three minutes. Just three more minutes.'

I knew what that little voice wanted. It wanted to give her one more orgasm before I came. The little part of me wanted to pleasure her again before I took my own. It might have won if not for one thing: Erin had subtly changed the position of her body. Erin was bent over the side of the couch, but now she had her ass as high in the air as she could hold it. This told me everything I wanted to know at that moment. Erin was offering her body to me now for my pleasure. The thought made me drive my cock into her pussy harder and harder. I was grunting loudly now and I could feel the burn. I was going to cum soon. Very soon. I wasn't going to make three minutes. I wasn't going make it through another 30 seconds. Then a voice spoke.

"Do it ... right fucking ... now ... cum in my cunt"

She knew the effect her words would have on me. She knew it would only feed that part of me that was fucking her for my pleasure not hers. She knew it and she continued egging me on.

"Fuck me and ... fuck me and cum dammit," she said with labored breaths.

I drove hard into her and pulled back. My balls felt like they were on fire now.

"I want it ... want to feel it"

I drove into her again and pulled back. I could feel the cum beginning to race up my shaft.

"Feel it shooting in me ... in my cunt"

I drove into her one final time. Erin wailed her final pleas to me.

"Where your cum belongs Justin ... WHERE IT FUCKING BELONGS"

I felt my cock explode. My hands held her hips so tightly my knuckles were white. My body heaved against hers, that primal instinct to drive my seed as deep into her as I could. And each time my body heaved against hers, Erin's body shuddered. She was cumming with me. That thought made me drive my cock into her that much more.

As my orgasm faded, so did my strength. I fell over, just to the right of her. The left half of my body half covered hers. My right arm went over the back of the couch. My head was hanging down between the back of couch and Erin. Somehow, through all of it, Erin managed enough strength to push herself up on one arm and cradle her cheek up against mine. I could feel her labored breathing matching my own. Life was good.

Eventually, we both caught our breath. As if sharing the same thought, we both turned to share a kiss. She pulled back and looked at me in a way that just melted me.

"Can you do something for me?" she asked in a voice so soft it was barely audible.

"Anything," I replied.

"Carry me to my bed," she said. "Carry me to my bed and love me ... and claim me ... and take me ... and own me."

So I did. Her words gave me renewed strength. I stood up, picked her up, and she melted into my arms.

"The door at the end of the hallway," she whispered.

And like a man carrying his wife across the threshold, I carried Erin upstairs and to her bedroom. For the next few hours, we made love twice before falling asleep. She woke me up just after four in the morning for a more frenzied encore that was just as intimate as the ones before. In those hours, I fell for Erin Grant. By the look in her eyes, I could see that she had fallen for me too. In those hours, I loved her ... and claimed her ... and took her ... until I owned her ... and she owned me.

* * * * * * * *

I woke up with the sun coming through the window and an empty bed. I sat up thinking that it had all been a dream. Upon looking around the room, I realized it wasn't mine and I smiled. It wasn't a dream. I was really in Erin's home. As I started to wonder where she was, the smell of food hit my nose. I looked over and saw my clothes folded on a chair. Lying next to them was a pair of sweat shorts. After using the bathroom and rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash, I grabbed my underwear, my shirt, and the sweat shorts. I never had the opportunity to ask last night if her daughters were home. Somehow, I didn't think it would go over well to have me walking around the house naked if they were. I dressed and went downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen to find Erin at the oven making omelets.

"Good morning," she said with a big smile.

"Good morning to you," I said and kissed her softly.

She pulled back after the quick kiss and looked at me. She put down the spatula and turned to me. Erin leaned up and kissed me deeply.

"You never cease to surprise me, do you know that?" she said as she resumed her efforts on preparing breakfast.

"How so?"

"No morning breath," she said. "I've never had anyone do that before: get rid of the morning breath."

I walked behind her and whispered "you're welcome" into her ear. The toaster dinged and four halves of English muffins shot up. I moved over to pull them out and place them on the plate left on the counter. I walked them over to the small table that had been mostly set. She had cut up some fresh fruit and placed a few jams on the table, but the beverages were missing.

"What are you having to drink?" I asked.

"Orange juice," she said and looked over at a cabinet above and to the right of the sink. "Glasses are over there."

I got two glasses and walked to the fridge. I grabbed the orange juice and headed for the table. She met me there with two plates. Each had an omelet on it. I pulled her chair back for her and I took my seat after she sat down. Although we kept looking at each other, the plates were empty in minutes. Erin had made breakfast, so I took the dishes to the sink and started rinsing them off. When I had finished putting them in the dishwasher, I turned to find her grinning at me.

"Now that we've eaten, it's time for a shower," she said.

As we walked up the stairs, I asked, "Where are your daughters?"

She just giggled.

"They're both in San Diego. Michelle talked Kathryn into joining her for Spring Break. They won't be back until Sunday night, so you have two more days to fuck me in every room of the house."

"Now that sounds like a great way to spend a weekend," I said.

"Doesn't it though?"

She beat me into the shower and by the time I joined her, the water was perfect. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. As she returned the kiss, she pulled us both under the water. It felt great to have that water cascading over us as we kissed.

"You were wrong about one thing though," I said as she pulled away from that kiss.

She just cocked her head and looked at me.

"You said 'now that we've eaten' but we haven't," I continued with a grin. "I've been fed, but I have yet to eat."

I started to kneel down when she pushed me against the wall.

"You're right," she said with a fire in her eyes. "But this is my home and I will be eating first Mr. Rhodes."

With that she sank to her knees. She didn't look up. My professor, Erin Grant, knelt before me in her shower, and took my cock into her mouth. I felt her hand cup my balls and gently roll them in her fingers. She pushed her lips further down my shaft, until I felt the head of my cock pop into her throat. I felt her swallow around the head and take the remainder of my shaft into her mouth. Fuck, she was good at this. She held my cock there, fully buried in her wonderful mouth for a few seconds before pulling back. As she pulled back, her hand followed and she fell into that exquisite pattern of stroking and sucking me. On the sixth stroke, Erin would take me completely into her mouth again. With her lips around the root of my shaft and my cockhead in her throat, she would make swallowing motions as she gently kneaded my balls. Ten seconds later, she again pulled back and worked my shaft in that stroking and sucking fashion. And again on the sixth repetition, she buried my cock in her throat. And again ten seconds later she pulled back.

I looked down, but Erin wasn't looking up at me. My goddess was intent on her task. Again she stroked and sucked me. Again she took me deep on the sixth repetition. I was getting very close. She must have felt it because I felt her hum 'mmm-hmmm' around my cock. As she pulled back this time, she sucked my head harder than before and jacked my cock with her fist. My balls began to tighten up and I nearly jumped when I felt her free hand grab mine. She placed it in her hair and began sucking me deep one last time. I realized that she was giving herself to me. Erin trusted me to hold her head down on my cock when I came, knowing that I would never forcefully choke her. I brought my other hand to her head and held her there. My cock was in her throat for only a second when it exploded. Through it all, Erin never moved, never wavered. She didn't just swallow my seed. She swallowed me.

When I was done giving her all that I had, I removed my hands. She slowly let my cock out of her mouth, sucking it the entire way. I pulled her up to me and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss. Slowly I spun her around, placing her back against the wall. Then I knelt before her. I placed her left knee over my shoulder, revealing her sex to me. Even now she was wet, and it had little to do with the steam from the hot water. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over her clit. Erin just moaned. Then I wrapped my lips around her swollen button and sucked it into my mouth. I slowly pushed my left hand up her body until it cupped her right breast. As I continued to work her clit, I let her hard nipple fall between the middle and ring fingers of my hand. I pinched gently and the action elicited the response I wanted; Erin moaned loudly.

Her moans continued as I worked her body. My hand was squeezing her tit-flesh. My fingers gently pinched her nipple. My mouth and tongue worked her sensitive little button. All three labored together, in a rhythm. Erin's moans followed that rhythm. As I sucked her clit, pinched her nipple, and squeezed her breast, Erin moaned loudly. As I backed off of all three of those spots, the moan died off as she took in air. My pace never changed, but I gradually increased the pressure. Only minutes passed before I felt her body begin to shake. Erin was there, on the edge of the cliff waiting for the wave to wash over her. She read my mind when her hands wrapped themselves in my hair. I could feel her beginning to tremble harder now. She needed the leverage and she needed to know that I was giving myself to her as she had to me. My hand squeezed hard one final time. My fingers grabbed their prize and held it. And I bit down gently on her clit, trapping it between my teeth and tongue. With her hands in my hair, Erin let the wave wash over her. She shook and moaned constantly for what seemed like minutes. In reality, I know it was only 20 seconds or so. It didn't matter. I wanted that orgasm to crash down over her.

Her hands let go of my hair. I slid up her body. She just gazed into my eyes when I picked her up. She put her arms around my shoulders for leverage and wrapped her legs around me. I just started her eyes as she stared into mine. Silently, we both savored the feeling as she lowered her pussy down onto my hard cock. When I was fully rooted in her, she wrapped her legs tightly around me. I pushed her against the wall. There in her shower, we made love. In that position, I could only manage to get a few inches of movement back and forth. Pinned against the wall with her legs wrapped around me, those few inches were all she needed.

Between my thick shaft splitting her open and my body grinding against her clit, Erin started cumming almost immediately ... and she didn't stop. One seemed to follow the next. She kissed me, moaning into my mouth. I kept thrusting. A couple of minutes later, she pulled back. Her moans had grown more powerful and she needed the air. I kept thrusting. Erin's moaning turned into wailing as the orgasms flowed one into the next. I kept thrusting. Over the next fifteen minutes, I managed to keep a measured pace, making certain I kept hitting all the right spots on her body. Eventually, her strength began to wane. Her breathing was beyond heavy and she was sobbing at this point. I started to slow my pace, but she pleaded with me not to stop until I came in her. I was so close that I just closed my eyes and kept pumping into her. It didn't take long. Soon my cock was pulsing deep within her, sending my seed as far into her welcoming body as possible. With each pulse, Erin just kept moaning "yes" over and over.

"YES!" I heard her shriek and I opened my eyes to look at her.

Only Erin was looking at me and by the look on her face it was evident that she hadn't made the last sound. Over the sounds of the shower, we could hear moaning offset by the occasional cry of joy. It was clear that these sounds of passion were coming from another woman. I would have been concerned, but Erin put her finger over her lips and then mouthed "follow me" before slowly lowering herself to the floor. She left the water running and cautiously opened the door. Taking two towels from the rack, she handed me one and wrapped the other around her body. We both listened and could still hear continued moaning from our as yet unknown guest. At least she was unknown to me. By Erin's body language, I had the feeling she knew who it was that had intruded on our moment. From the gleam in her eye, I knew she intended to return the favor. We walked to the door, which was half open. Looking in the mirror, I could see the form of a woman who was half-dressed on the bed. Another cry of joy was let loose and Erin just grinned at me.

She looked at me and mouthed, "One ... two ... three."

On three, she opened the door and walked out into her room. Since she had not told me to stay put, I followed her. I only got two steps before I stopped in my tracks. The woman was lying on her back, with her blouse open. A bra similar to the one Erin wore last Friday was opened exposing two large breasts. Both were covered with a light sheen of sweat. One of her hands was tweaking her dark nipple, rolling it back and forth in her fingers. Her other hand was between her legs. Legs which were spread open revealing a hand which was working her pussy furiously. A thong was halfway down her left leg. I couldn't see her face, but I was certain I knew the voice. Then it hit me. The large breasts and the darker complexion meant one thing. It had to be ...

"Are you enjoying yourself Maria?" Erin asked loudly.

Maria bolted up right to find both Erin and I looking at her. Towels covered our bodies, but hers was still exposed.

"Yes Erin," Maria replied matter-of-factly. "I was."

Maria didn't blush nor did she make any attempt to hide her breasts. She simply stood up, tucked her truly marvelous tits back into her bra, and buttoned up her blouse.

As she did this, Erin asked, "How much did you see?"

"From just before you finished blowing him. I had come over to see how you were after last night."

Maria looked over at me and smiled.

"And it's obvious that you are doing just marvelous. Or should I say 'being done marvelously?' Watching him make you cum so quickly with his tongue got me wet. Watching him take you against the wall was divine. But listening to you wail while he continued to take you was just too much and the next thing I knew I found myself on your bed just listening and playing."

She walked over to her friend and hugged her tightly. She whispered something to Erin that made Erin blush and smile.

Maria looked at me and said, "I'm sorry to have intruded on your moment."

"Not at all," I replied. "Erin's lucky to have such a good friend."

"And she's lucky to have found someone who could make her cum like that," she said while flashing her eyes at me.

I blushed and grinned all at the same time. It was flattering to know that I could drive Erin to such pleasures. Both women were just smiling at me. Maria did so because I took her compliment with a measure of humility. Erin did so because she was happy to be with me. At least I hoped that's why they were smiling.

"I have to get to the office. I didn't have any early appointments, so I wanted to drop by. Are you still making lunch tomorrow?"

I put my arm around Erin and looked down into her eyes.

"No," she replied. "Can you cover for me?"

"Of course," Maria replied. "But you know Allison will want a good explanation."

"I know," Erin said hugging her friend.

"Dinner ... Monday night," Maria said to Erin.

"Monday night," Erin replied.

"And I expect every delicious detail," Maria added as she walked out the door.

Then she popped her head back around the corner, looked at me, and said, "So make certain she has a lot to tell me."

Erin leaned up against me as we listened to the sounds of footsteps then the door opening and closing.

"She has a key," Erin said. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I replied. "It's obvious you didn't know she was coming over."

Erin leaned up and kissed me. She asked me to go shut off the water and then come to bed. I went into the bathroom and shut off the water. I quickly dried myself off and re-entered the bedroom. Erin was just slipping into bed, her towel on the floor a few feet away. I crawled into her bed and held my arm up. Within seconds she was curled up against me. Just seconds after that, her eyes were closed. Erin was asleep soon after, her body in need of some measure of rest after the shower. I found it flattering that this woman could trust me so much as to be able fall asleep so quickly in my arms. I lay back and closed my eyes as well, joining my goddess in a peaceful sleep.

Some time later I awoke. Erin was still curled up against me. I leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. Looking over at the clock, I could see that it was just past noon. I spent the next half-hour with my eyes closed listening to the soft sounds of Erin breathing and savoring the feeling of her body against mine. In some ways, this seemed so surreal. If it was a dream, then I wanted it to enjoy this reality as long as possible. I felt Erin stir. I looked down at her face, staring into her eyes. I wanted to watch them open. They did and she smiled softly at me.




My Education Ch. 02



"Can I ask a favor?" she whispered.

"Of course you can."

"Water please. You'll have to go downstairs to the kitchen."

I got out of bed and enjoyed the reluctance I felt in her grasp. She didn't want me to leave, but she wanted water and knew I would return. I grabbed the sweat shorts from the floor in the event there were other surprise visitors and started for the kitchen. I returned with two large glasses of water. I handed her one and sat on the bed. With one hand holding the covers to her breasts, she accepted the glass and drank it greedily. She wasn't alone. Our activities did exact a price on both us physically and if we were to continue, we would need to pay attention to our physical needs as well as our carnal ones. When both glasses were empty, she placed hers on the nightstand. I did the same. She lay back on the bed and motioned me to join her with her finger. As I moved to join her, she mouthed "no shorts", so I stood and took them off before slipping under the covers with her. She pulled me to her, putting her left leg over my shoulder while stroking my rapidly inflating cock. As she put the head to the lips of her sex, she just mouthed, "Use me." I put her other leg over her should and did just that. Erin stared into my eyes the entire time. It started as whispering, but when we finished together, she was yelling sweet obscenities at me. My cock pulsed so hard it hurt as I shot my seed into her. My eyes never left hers and she leaned up to kiss me deeply as we finished riding out our orgasms.

We didn't clean up. We barely moved. I rolled to her side and Erin curled up against me, laying partly on her side and partly on me. Her left arm was draped across my chest and her left leg was across my left leg. Her head was tucked against me and as before, she was asleep quickly. As before, I joined her.

* * * * * * * *

I awoke this time to find Erin staring at me. It was later in the afternoon, approaching evening. It felt so right to fall asleep with her and then to wake up with her there in my arms. We just stared into each other's eyes for a while before the phone rang. Erin looked over at her phone and I didn't think she was going to answer it. Then she said, "It might be Sarah" and reached over to pick up the phone.

"Hello," she said into the receiver.

She mouthed "Allie" and "water" to me. I gave her a peck on the forehead and got out of bed. I took both glasses to the bathroom, using the faucet there to fill them. I handed one to her and she sipped it while listened to her sister talk. I drank mine quickly because a fun thought crossed my mind. I put my glass on the nightstand and crawled under the covers. As I got between Erin's legs, the covers flew open and I looked up to see her looking at me with a devilish grin. She spread her legs and nodded her head. With an open invitation, I started kissing my way up her right thigh. The conversation continued, not that I was surprised. A woman of Erin's intelligence should be able to multitask.

I grabbed a pillow and put it under Erin's ass to hold her body at a perfect angle. She continued talking with Allison, but looked down at me and smiled. I stared right into her eyes as I flicked my tongue across her clit. She closed her eyes and smiled, but continued talking. After three or four seconds, her eyes open and stared down at mine. The look was one of absolute contentment. My tongue made many swaths across her button, each time achieving the same result: her would close, the conversation would continue, and three seconds later they would open again always filled with that look of absolute joy.

I let my licks grow longer, slowly tracing my tongue around her lips and then moving to her clit. Her eyes closed once again, but she was biting her lower lip as I finished that longer motion. This time when she opened her eyes, I could see the spark that would start the fire in them. So I continued this over and over. I have to admit, I would never tire of eating Erin's pussy, but it was so delicious to see that fire building hotter and hotter every time she opened her eyes. This time, I pushed my tongue between her lips before moving upwards to her clit.

Erin groaned out loud, "Ohhhhhhhh."

She looked down at me. The fire was there in her eyes. She was biting her lip, but I could tell she was perfectly happy with what I was doing. So I continued. I pushed my tongue between her lips once more and in my peripheral vision, I saw her hold the phone away from her mouth. The receiver was still pressed against her ear as she attempted to listen to her sister. I knew her concentration was elsewhere. As I moved up at an excruciatingly slow pace, I noticed her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut. It took her longer to open her eyes this time. The fire was in full burn.

"What," she said into the phone. "I didn't catch that last part."

Once again I plunged my tongue into her, pushing my face into her wet sex. I got my tongue as far into her as I could manage, perhaps two inches. From the muffled moans she was making, I knew Erin's hand was covering her mouth. Again, I deliberately took my time moving to her clit. This time, instead of licking her clit I wrapped my tongue around and sucked it gently. She groaned even louder this time. As I pulled back, I blew gently across her clit. The effect it had was instantaneous. Her hips shot up in an effort to push her clit against my tongue, but it was out of reach.

Just for a moment, I gazed upon the blond-covered pussy that was mere inches from me. Many times, I have noted that Erin Grant was a dirty blonde. Her hair was three or four inches past her shoulders and only a very short portion of the hair that adorned her head was dark. The remainder was very much blonde. The soft hair that surrounded her pussy was the same color. The roots were dark, but the rest was very much blonde. In addition, this soft patch of hair was quite short. I don't think it was trimmed, it just wasn't long. Once more, I blew softly across her sex. She groaned again.

"Allie, I need to go," she said into the phone.

From three feet away, I could hear Allison continue to talk. From the look in Erin's eyes, I knew what she wanted. She was, at most, two more licks away from cumming. I buried my tongue into her wet sex once more. Fuck, she tasted good. I wanted to drink from her, but I could hear the need in her voice.

"Allie, really ... mmmmmm ... I need to ... mmmmmm ... go."

Erin pulled the phone completely away from her head and groaned loudly. Part of her was trying to keep what was going on from her sister and part of her was no longer caring if Allison knew. I slowly moved my mouth up and Erin arched her back to push her sex against my mouth. Her body was rigid when I got to her clit. Again, I pulled back and blew softly across her sex. This time, her hips actively pumped up as I pulled away. I looked up at her and the fire was now a furnace. Erin was on the edge of an orgasm. Her hips were pumping up at my face as I continued to blow softly.

Before she could end it, I grabbed her free hand and held it, denying her attempt to find the release her body so craved. She glared down at me. It wasn't anger that filled her eyes, but frustration. The frustration that comes with being denied something so desperately needed. I looked down. Her clit was a deep red, as were her lips. Just watching her engorged sex thrusting up and down at my mouth had my cock so hard it was twitching. I heard something from the phone, but I was too busy concentrating on her sex to hear. I did hear Erin quite clearly though.

"What has me so distracted?" she said loudly into the telephone. "What has me so distracted?"

I took a very deep breath of air and then buried my tongue into her. Erin dropped the phone and just started moaning. I wrapped my arms around her legs. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands. There was no way I was pulling away this time, not that I planned on it. While I had my tongue in her pussy, I opened my mouth a bit more. This allowed me to put my entire mouth around her inflamed lips as well. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own and started pumping into my mouth. Her hands were gripping the back of my head. I heard Erin Grant, my professor with two doctorate degrees, grunting and moaning like a whore. The sounds only inspired me that much more. I began sucking as I pumped my tongue in and out between her lips. It was barely enough to pull her lips into my mouth. That was enough to make her lose it. Her body began shuddering as she came hard. Each quake that ran through her body was by a deep cry of passion, and I have no doubt that Allison knew fell well what had her younger sister so distracted. After eight or nine such body-tremors, one of Erin's hands let go of my head.

"What has me so distracted sister dearest is one of the most talented tongues I have ever known," she said.

She let me pull back enough to breathe again. I looked up to see the phone in her hand and the fire still burning brightly in her eyes.

"Now if you will excuse me Allie, I'm hoping he can do that again."

With that, she hung up the phone and looked down into my eyes.

"Well Mr. Rhodes," she said using that commanding tone that just sends sweet shivers throughout my body.

"Yes Professor Grant," I replied.

I took another deep breath as the hand that had been holding the phone joined the other on head. I wrapped my arms tight around her thighs and prepared myself. My tongue, my mouth, and my fingers brought my professor to orgasm once more. This one was harder than the first. If my arms weren't around her thighs, I would never have been able to keep my mouth on her pussy.

I crawled up her body when she was done cumming. We were both breathing ragged, each of our bodies in need of oxygen. From the burning in my lungs, I had to guess I went for 30 seconds without air. From the look of sheer contentment on Erin's face, it was definitely 30 seconds well spent. Perhaps I would have to work on holding my breath longer. A few minutes later, we were almost breathing normally when the phone rang again.

"Yes Allie," Erin said into the phone. "Oops. Hi Sarah ... no, my sister was being somewhat persistent in keeping me on the phone ... yeah, I was distracted ... yes, he is being a very good guest."

That last comment was accompanied by a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes ... okay, I'll have him call home ... thanks, you too."

Erin hung up the phone and handed the receiver to me. Then she crawled down besides me and began fondling my balls with one hand. The effect it had on my cock was immediate. She licked the head of my cock a few times and then paused as if she was waiting for something.

Looking up at me, she said, "Don't you have a call to make?"

Turnabout is fair play so I dialed the number for home. As I began dialing, Erin started licking my shaft. Her hand was holding base of my cock with the palm of her hand pressed against one of my balls. The feeling of her tongue running up and down my cock was incredible and I almost didn't hear my mom answer the phone. When I said hello, Erin just sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Although my mom was wishing me Happy Birthday, I would not have been able to repeat what she was saying. The sight between my legs was simply too incredible to block out of my mind.

In the times before now, Erin used a stroking and sucking technique that was incredible. She had been able to take my cock into her throat. Her tongue and throat would literally milk my shaft. Between that milking and the jerking motion her hand was doing, she had always been able to make my dick explode in mere minutes. What Erin was doing this time was different. I looked down at one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen: a 41-year-old goddess named Erin Grant who was making love to my cock with her mouth.

"I'm having a great time," I said.

Erin responded by taking my cock out of her mouth. She kept her lips pressed against it along with her tongue. In very slow motions, she moved her mouth up and down my shaft. Erin's mouth and tongue were so wet with saliva that her mouth made a soft slurping sound as she moved her head up and down. Occasionally, her eyes open but only to focus on the cock she was working over. On the fifth up-and-down motion, she let the head slip back into her mouth. She only took the head and perhaps another inch of my shaft, but I was far from disappointed. With her lips locked around my shaft, Erin had her tongue fluttering over the head of my cock while she sucked gently. The feeling was incredible.

"All I can say is that my host is taking excellent care of me."

My mother talked at length about how all the things she remembered about me growing up. Erin pulled the head out of her mouth and started the shaft slurping again. I could feel the difference between her lips and tongue, as she loved me with her mouth. I could also feel her sucking gently. She was working every part of my cock. Damn it felt good. More than that, I realized that it was deliberate. In times past, Erin made me cum quickly; she was always in control. She was still in control this time as well. Now, she was intentionally delaying the culmination. She was prolonging her fun and my orgasm. As I looked down at her face, I could see it. She enjoyed giving head. At that moment, her eyes snapped open and looked directly into mine as if to correct my statement. In her blue eyes, I could see my error. Erin Grant absolutely loved giving me head.

"No mom, I am getting the royal treatment."

Upon hearing those words, Erin smiled at me with her eyes. Then she closed her eyes, moved her mouth down past her hand, and moved her hand up to encircle my cock. As she started slowly stroking my shaft, Erin sucked my left ball into her mouth. I sat there in awe as I watched her work her mouth over my testicle in the same manner she worked the head of my cock. The impact was immediate: my cock throbbed in her hand and I groaned loudly.

"No ... what ... sorry," I said into the phone. "Sarah flashed me."

Erin must have heard my mother laughing because her hand squeezed my cock. She moved her mouth over to my right testicle and began to pleasure it in the same fashion. Her hand continued to stroke me slowly. She was deliberate in the action, because she took extra care to caress her fingers over the head of my cock on the up strokes. I was getting close.

"Mmmm-hmmm," I managed to get out.

Erin let my testicle drop from her mouth and she moved up to the tip of my cock. She just looked up at me with those deep blue eyes. Her hand was at the root of my cock and squeezed. My goddess was in control. As if I could hear her telling me to push back, I could feel the pressure to cum subsiding. She licked up and down my cock with just the tip of her tongue, looking directly into my eyes the entire time. When she decided that I had calmed down enough, Erin started her efforts again.

"No mom," I said while looking down at Erin. "I'm having the time of my life."

Erin just smiled and kissed the tip of my cock. Then she looked at me and sucked my cock down into her throat. She stared up into my eyes as she milked me with her throat and tongue.

"Okay mom, let me talk to dad."

My dad was quicker on the phone than my mother had been. I then spoke to each of my sisters, my younger brother, and my uncle and his wife who had stopped by to borrow some tools from my father. Everyone was asking what I was doing for my birthday, how it felt to be one year away from the big 2-0. The entire time, Erin continued to alternate between milking me in her mouth and then slurping me with her mouth. As I got close to cumming, Erin would back off and let me cool down. Then she would start anew on building the fire within me. Although the need to cum would go away when she let me cool down, the pressure was definitely building in my balls. From the look in Erin's eyes, I knew she could feel the throbbing in my balls getting stronger and stronger. It was exquisite torture.

As I said my goodbyes, Erin let go of my cock and walked into the bathroom. She walked back in holding a bottle in her hand as I hung up the phone. She lay down on the bed beside me and held the bottle up for display. It was a bottle of baby oil. My cock twitched and she saw it.

"That's right Mr. Rhodes," Erin said falling back into her professor voice. "You get to do something I am certain every boy on campus wants to do."

My eyes flashed down to her magnificent tits.

"You are going to fuck my tits Mr. Rhodes."

I loved it when she said "Mr. Rhodes" in that this is your professor speaking voice. I know my jaw was hanging open as she poured some of the oil onto her breasts and started working the oil into her flesh.

"So get up here Mr. Rhodes."

I was straddling her body in seconds. Erin reached back and propped her head up on a pillow. Then she looked up while cupping her tits and spoke.

"Just to add to your thrill young man," she said while squeezing her now shiny tits. "These measure thirty-six ... "

Erin paused for just a second ...

"... double-D."

My cock twitched again.

"Yes," she purred at me. "That's the response I wanted."

I leaned forward and let my cock slide between her tits. Erin wrapped her slick soft tits around my dick and started moving them up and down. My cock twitched again. I put my hands on her tits, squeezing them together and Erin just purred at me.

She looked up at me and said, "Now Mr. Rhodes, I have worked very hard to keep my body fit so I expect you to worship my breasts and worship them well. You will do so by fucking them good and proper ..."

My hips started thrusting of their own accord. Erin's eyes and words were in control of my body.

"... and ultimately cumming all fucking over my tits ... and my face. That's why I kept you from exploding earlier. I expect nothing less than a very impressive load from your young balls."

My hands gripped her tits a little harder. My hips started thrusting faster.

"Don't disappoint me Mr. Rhodes," she said in her professor voice. "Paint my tits with your fucking seed."

My goddess just lay there ... staring at my cock thrust between her magnificent globes ... and talking to me.

"That's it Mr. Rhodes, fuck those puppies. Don't they feel so good around that hard cock?"

I was beside myself with lust. I didn't even realize my fingers were pinching her nipples until I heard her hissing at me to "pinch them harder".

"How many times did you look at me in class and think about this? How many times did you think about fucking my tits?"

I just groaned as I continued to push my cock back and forth in her tit-flesh.

"Does it surprise you to know that I love tit-fucking?"

I looked down at her only to see Erin looking up at me like a woman possessed.

"I love feeling a hard cock between my jugs, fucking them. Using them."

I just kept thrusting.

"For all my achievements, I am still a fucking woman. Every now and then, I just want a man to grab me and claim me."

My hips were moving faster now. I could see in Erin's eyes that her words were having as much of an effect on her as much as they were on me.

"Would you like that Mr. Rhodes? To cum on me? To shoot your hot, sticky cum all over your professor?"

"Fuck yes ... I would ... Professor ... Grant ... love ... to ... cum ... on ..."

"So do it Mr. Rhodes. Empty those young balls all over me. Paint me with your seed."

As I looked down, I could see that I would holding her tits so hard my knuckles were white. My hips started bucking erratically as my orgasm started.

"I'm begging you. Do it. Paint me with your cum Justin. Mark me with your fucking seed. Claim me as your woman ... your bitch ... your personal whore."

That was it. I came all over her. Her work earlier while I was on the phone paid off. I came so hard my balls hurt. I looked down and watched as my cock spewed multiple streaks of cum on her face and neck. Then she helped squeeze her tits together and milked a pool of cum between her tits. When my cock stopped shooting, she grabbed my ass, leaned forward, and took just the head into her mouth. I felt my goddess suck so hard it hurt, but my body responded. My cock pulsed a few more times, feeding her oral cavity with what little cum I had left.




My Education Ch. 02



Finally drained, I dropped over to the side of her and watched as Erin worked the pool of cum that was between her tits into her flesh. With her other hand, she was using her fingers to pick up the larger drops of cum and then sucked her fingers clean. And she just stared at me the entire time. When she was done, she just leaned up and kissed me on the lips. I returned her kiss, undeterred by the taste of my cum.

"Stay," she said.

She got up and went to the bathroom. As she returned with the two glasses filled with water, I could see cum drying on her flesh. I smiled at the thought that Erin Grant had let me mark her in such a way. We both drank them until empty. She turned on her television and curled up with me as we mindlessly watched the rest of a movie. Eventually we got out of bed and went downstairs for dinner. Erin didn't clean up at all. The look in her eyes told me she liked wearing my cum and letting me know that I had marked her as mine. I have no doubt that if we had ordered pizza, she would have answered the door just as she was: naked and wearing my cum like a badge of honor.

Erin opened up a bottle of wine and poured the wine into a decanter. I watched as Erin did most of the work in making dinner. As I set dinner on the table, she poured two glasses of wine. Her toast was simple but it still made me blush. It made me realize that this weekend we were sharing meant as much to her as it did to me. As she did the cooking, I did the cleaning and she watched me the entire time. I realized that her ex-husband had stopped just spending time with her like this a long time ago. The man was a total fool.

The conversation start-to-finish was both light and serious, but always playful. We talked about what got each of us interested in Chemistry, why she enjoyed teaching, what my plans might be with my degree, and where each of us would love to travel. Small stories intertwined these topics and I found myself truly enjoying her company. To say that Erin was simply amazing sexually was an understatement, but I found it completely fulfilling on another level to be able to talk so openly. After dinner, we found To Catch a Thief starting on a classic movie channel. Neither of us spoke, we just enjoyed the closeness of each other as Cary Grant and Grace Kelly danced around one another for the two hours. When the movie was over, we went to her bed and made love very slowly before falling asleep.

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I awoke very early Saturday morning to find Erin on her side looking at me. There was a very hopeful look in her eyes as her hand played with my hard cock.

"Would you mind doing something for me I have wanted to do since I moved into this house?"

"How can I refuse a request like that Erin?"

"Balcony," she said.

I followed her out to the balcony, which overlooked her backyard. It was still dark out, but some things were plainly visible. The large pool and equally large Jacuzzi were below us and to the right. What appeared to be a garden was below us and to the left. Directly below was a spacious patio complete with an outside bar and fireplace. I could make out a barbeque next to the fireplace.

What really caught my eye was the view. Erin's house was one of a few near the top of hill and it covered an expansive plot of land located in a cul-de-sac. The backyard looked down that hill towards the northeast. While the silhouettes of other homes were visible, it was obvious that her yard was rather isolated from her neighbors and from those houses located further down the hill. In addition, the design of her home made it nearly impossible for anyone to see her balcony unless of course that someone was in her yard. I turned to comment on the view to Erin only to find that she was completely naked.

"The sun will be up soon," she said.

It was obvious what Erin wanted.

"I would love to make love to you while watching the sunrise," I said looking right into her eyes.

She walked the three steps to me and wrapped her arms around me. Her head turned to the side as she put her cheek against my chest. I kissed her gently on the forehead as I listened to her breath in deeply. Her left hand began to stroke my cock gently. Just knowing I was standing next to Erin and feeling her nude form against mine was erotic. What she was doing with her hand was intimate. It was loving. My right hand reached up and cupped her left breast. I tried to pour that same emotion into how my fingers were caressing her flesh. When she looked up into my eyes, I knew I had succeeded.

Without losing her grasp on my cock, she turned and stood against the balcony railing. She pulled me in behind her and then put her hands on the railing. I knew what my goddess wanted. Erin put her feet apart by only a foot. Standing behind her, I crouched just enough to let my cockhead slip between her legs. Her pussy was wet. I could feel the heat of her sex against my shaft as I pushed, letting my cock go between her legs but not inside her. Not yet. I slowly stroked back and forth. The moans that Erin made said everything. The feeling her lips dragging across the top of my shaft felt exquisite.

We stared out towards the east, savoring the both the view and each other. I felt her hand on the tip of my cock, gently pushing it back. It was time. I pulled back and felt her position the head and her lips. I gave her a second to put her hand on the balcony. Then I pushed in. Damn she felt good; hot and wet. As I pushed into her, I felt her squeeze my shaft with her muscles. I moaned into her ear. She reached back and put her hands on my hips. This had the effect of driving her magnificent breasts out and I reached around to cup them both. She sighed and began moving with me. With her body standing upright, I only managed to get about half of my shaft inside her. It was enough though. Her pussy walls were already fluttering as we grinded against one another. That sensation alone was making my balls boil.

There on her balcony, we made love and watched the sun come up. She didn't have the body wracking orgasms that had consumed in her in the shower yesterday. These were smaller by comparison, but they did roll over her every few minutes. With each one, Erin's pussy grew hotter and wetter. Combined with the endless quivering her sex was going through, it was getting harder and harder to hold back. As light broke over the horizon, Erin turned and smiled up at me. She closed her eyes as another orgasm washed over her. I pushed into her as far as we could get in this position, and let go my orgasm. As she felt the pulsing of my cock inside her, I saw her smile again. Neither her pleasure nor mine was the most physical intensive of our time together. I knew that this encounter on her balcony meant as much to her as anything would that weekend. As we shared that sunrise and each other, I felt the same way.

The rest of Saturday was spent in a much more fevered pace. Having sated her heart, Erin turned the rest of the day into one continuous fuck fest. We ate breakfast and then she hopped up on the counter so I could eat her. She returned the favor but instead of letting cum in her mouth, she took me to Kathryn's room. Evidently, Kathryn had enjoyed a rather vigorous romp with her boyfriend four years ago ... in Erin's bed. Erin got home before they had a chance to clean up, so Erin thought a little payback was in order. We didn't leave her daughters bed until I fucked her twice, filling her pussy with my seed both times. It took an hour, but it was worth the effort. Kathryn's sheets were thrashed. Erin left a little note that read "Now we're even, love mom" on her pillow and then shut the door behind her.

We napped for a few hours and then Erin woke me up so I could go downstairs to watch part of the NCAA Men's Championship game. Of course, it wasn't as simple as that. She spent the entire first half working me into a complete frenzy. She sat on the opposite end of the couch. Her left leg was up on the couch while her right leg was on the floor, which gave me a clear view of her pussy. I had already cum three times so I thought I would be able to resist temptation. Erin had other plans. As the game started, she introduced a slender dildo to the equation. While the game was on, she sat there fucking herself silly with it. Whenever a commercial came on, her mouth was on my cock. The commercials would end and she was back to pleasuring herself with the dildo. This continued back and forth. Erin came quite a few times, but she deliberately kept me from cumming. With two minutes remaining in the first half, she tipped the scales entirely in her favor. My professor, a woman with two doctorate degrees, lay back just a little bit further and slid that dildo into her ass. For the next 120 seconds, the only thing I was conscious of was that slender red toy moving in and out of her nether hole. When the half was over, she stood up. With the toy still in her ass, she told me that she was going for a shower and if I cared to join her that "I could pull the dildo out and replace it with my cock." Let's see: finish the game or fuck the "goddess that is my 41 year-old professor" in the ass. We were in that shower until the hot water ran out.

After another much-needed nap, Erin prepared steaks for an early dinner and herself for dessert. My professor demanded that I give her an hour of pleasure with my tongue. Who was I to argue with my teacher? Being an overachiever, she got 90 minutes. My tongue was numb and my neck was sore, but my goddess deserved no less. We ended the day in her Jacuzzi. She gave me one of her stroking-and-sucking blowjobs, but didn't stop when I was done cumming. She kept me hard and then bent over. With all the orgasms the day had seen, I spent almost an hour working her through three hard orgasms of her own before my balls emptied what little remained in them into her pussy. We were in bed just before 10PM that night.

On Sunday, I woke with my goddess still in my arms. Minutes later, she was straddling me. For the next hour, Erin made love to me. I could see it in her eyes and I know she could see it in mine. Neither of us wanted it to end. She drained me two more times of my seed and joined me in that final cum with one of her body wracking orgasms. I carried her to the shower, where we washed one another. In silence, we slowly clean one another. We toweled each other dry and then dressed one another. It was both loving and torturing all at the same time. It was during breakfast that she finally spoke to me for the first time that morning.

"I wish," she started. "I wish I could put into words how much the past few days have meant to me."

"You don't have to Erin. I could see it in your eyes. I just hope you could see the same in mine."

She practical jumped across the table to kiss me deeply before she curled up into my lap and continued.

"In three days, you have shown me more affection than I have known in the past ten years. I needed that, to feel adored and loved. But I also needed the other part; the pure carnal fucking. It was primal. It was lustful. Moreover, I needed that almost as much as the romance. I needed the acknowledgement that an attractive and virile man was in interested in me just as a woman. When I wanted to lead, you followed. When I needed to follow, you led. I have laughed and cried. You have stroked every corner of my being Justin: my body, my heart, my mind, my soul. You've made me feel more alive than I have in so long, and I've needed that so much. I still need all of that. I know I have to let go, but every part of me doesn't want to."

Her eyes were filling with tears.

"I wanted to say ... thank you ..."

Tears were flowing down her face now.

"I just wanted ... to thank you ... and ... to say ... to say that I ... that I ..."

"I love you too Erin."

She wrapped her arms around me, burying her face into my shoulder.

"I do. I love you. I really do love you. Oh God, this is crazy. I mean we're over 20 years ap..."

I kissed her and cut her off. Time seemed to stop as we held each other.

Then she pulled back quickly. Although they were still swollen from crying, her blue eyes were now lit up brightly. She asked me to clean the table as she raced upstairs to check something. She came back down ten minutes later. She had a smile that was bright as the sun.

"I have a way to make it work," she said. "For us to continue to see one another."

My heart started pounding at the thought of being able to continue with Erin.

"What is it?"

She just looked up into my eyes.

"I am ninety percent certain about this, but I won't know for sure until I can inquire about it tomorrow."

"Come on, tell me. You have me sitting on the edge of my seat ..."

"No," she said. "It will work better if you don't know until it happens."

Now I was beside myself with curiosity.

"Are you kidding me Erin? You can't say something like that and then leave me hanging. That's just ...."

"Mr. Rhodes," she said with that professor voice. "In 41 years, I have never been guilty of leaving some one ... hanging."

Erin opened her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

"So I can assure young man, I am not about to start now."

She lifted her skirt and seconds later, her panties were around her ankles.

"So here's what we are going to do."

She loosened my jeans and then started pushing them and my underwear down my legs.

"I am going to suck your 19 year-old cock to one last erection."

Erin's hand was quickly stroking my rapidly swelling cock.

"When I am satisfied it is good and hard, I am going to bend over the arm of this couch and you will fuck me like you own me."

My cock was hard as steel at this point. She leaned up and put her mouth at my ear.

"Because you do own me Justin," she whispered. "You own me completely."

Not five seconds after that my goddess was on her knees with my shaft in her mouth. For the next minute, she sucked my cock as if her life depending on it. Soon after that, she was bent over the couch and I was fucking her as if I owned her. With everything we had done, it should have taken me far longer to cum than it did. It only took five minutes and my goddess was having one body wrecking orgasm after another the entire time. Erin was wailing loudly when I came with a roar. Not a minute after that, the doorbell rang. We both dressed quickly and Erin opened the door as I was buttoning my jeans. Sarah walked through door and she was grinning. Obviously, she heard. Erin, for her part, absolutely glowed as she and Sarah discussed postponing lunch. She leaned and whispered something in Sarah's ear that made Sarah look at her incredulously. Erin just nodded. 

"Okay stud, time to go," Sarah said giggling.

Erin just walked over to me and kissed me deeply. Nothing needed to be said. Sarah and I walked to my car. As we drove away, I watched Erin in the rearview mirror until I couldn't see her anymore. We were almost at Sarah's apartment, when she broke the silence.

"By the way," Sarah said. "Mission accomplished."

"What?" I asked.

"You do remember your mission don't you?"

I just smiled as I pulled up to her apartment.

Sarah turned to look at me and said, "Erin told me, and I quote, 'I've never felt so thoroughly fucked and thoroughly loved at the same time in all my life.'"

Then she just patted me on the head and smiled at me as if I was a child who just got great grades.

"Now get home before your mom sends a search party. She's called me twice this morning."

She got out of the car and closed the door. I was just putting the car into first gear when she leaned down and looked at me through the passenger side window.

"But you sooo owe me details later this week," she added before turning and walking away.

I spent 30 minutes driving home and the only thing I could think about was what Erin was planning to do.



My Education Ch. 03



Chapter 03 - Moving Out

My thanks to a great editor whose help has strengthened this submission. My apologies for the delay, and my thanks for the emails and comments regarding the story.

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I got home that Sunday and managed to take a short nap before going out to dinner with my family. Fortunately, they just thought that Sarah had kept me so busy that I didn't get any sleep. Dinner was great, though my mother was disappointed. Evidently, she didn't know that Outback Steakhouse has a corporate policy against singing for someone's birthday. My sisters and my brother just laughed. They knew why I picked Outback: I always feel awkward when people sing Happy Birthday to me. My mom wasn't going to be deterred so easily. She made everyone sing in the parking lot. It wasn't until we got home and my mom went to bed that my dad broke the news. My mom's mother passed away earlier in the week. They didn't want to say anything, because my younger brothers and sisters were still in school. Their Spring Break was that following week, so they would have a week to deal with the loss. My younger sister Elizabeth was the closest to my grandmother, and it was obvious that this had hit her hard. In an effort to cheer her up, I took her out for a drive in my car, a BMW 318 sedan.

I obtained this fine example of German engineering in November 1994 due to a car accident that totaled both my car and the car of my older sister Jessica. I was following her to the Honda dealership during the Thanksgiving break so she could have her car put through a regular service interval. A car ran a red light and smashed into the rear passenger side of her car and the front passenger side of mine. The collision totaled both cars and the driver fled the scene, but returned later. Jessica and I looked at each other because something was wrong. A blond haired man left the scene in the damaged car but a dark haired man returned. The two witnesses also agreed that the hair color of the driver had changed, but their word wasn't definitive either. The driver was the sales manager for the BMW dealership located down the street from the Honda dealership. Jessica was now going be returning to Chicago without a car. My father showed up about the same time the owner of the dealership did and, after an adults only conversation, the owner replaced both cars with used 318i sedans. Thinking that things had turned out all right, my dad spoke briefly with Jessica and I before talking to the two witnesses. My father then had a very brief and very cold exchange with the dealership owner resulting in Jessica and I driving home in brand new 1995 models.

While I was close to all of my siblings, Elizabeth and I got along the best. She and I worked at Rob Jordan's engine shop the previous summer. Rob ran an import engine and transmission rebuild business that also made high-performance engines, exhaust systems, braking systems, and other performance products. While I worked evenings for my mom's brother Mike, I also worked days for Rob to save up for college. Elizabeth and I learned a lot about engines, and we applied that knowledge during a project Rob let us pursue. Over the course of two months, we modified the engine of my car using custom-built parts that Rob had designed and we built or ones that he had selected. Elizabeth, or Liza as I called her, put in a lot of extra hours to help me build that custom motor. Using the racing version of the motor as a blueprint, we turned the 1.8-liter 140-hp engine into a 2.0-liter 195-hp engine. It doesn't sound like much to most people, but our engine pushed that little four-door sedan from 0 to 60 in 7 seconds and the car would hit the quarter-mile mark in 15 seconds. Not too bad for a car that also got nearly 40 mpg on the highway. While the car was mine, the engine that was the heart of that vehicle belonged to her just as much as it did to me.

Liza and I drove around for nearly three hours reminiscing about that summer. Almost a year later, she was still a little disappointed that her age prevented her from going to the BMW driving school with me. She only had her learners' permit at the time, so there was nothing that could have been done. I told her that she could take the car to the school this summer and that seemed to cheer her up a little. After we stopped for gas, I let her drive for a while before heading home.

Between the large steak dinner, the physical activities of the weekend, and the emotional drain with the loss of my grandmother, I was in bed within minutes after Elizabeth and I got back. I slept nine full hours and I woke up almost completely refreshed. Although I should have been occupied with the loss of my grandmother, as I drove to school my mind was occupied with only one thing: what was Erin's plan? She seemed so certain that she could make something between us work. Four kids meant my parents could hardly afford to pay for me to live at school which is why I still lived at home. Surely Erin wasn't planning to have me live with her. While I would not object, I could not see my parents or the University approving that. Still, I hoped that her plan worked and that I wouldn't have to wait too long before I found out what it was.

I met Heidi and Tony for our morning Calculus class. The professors posted grades by their offices using student ID numbers. Heidi had already made the rounds and collected the grades for everyone. She smiled when she said that she had received a B+ from Professor Grant. After highlighting that I received a perfect 100 on Professor Grant's final exam, Heidi told me that "I made her sick" and then she punched me I had in fact received A's in all my classes. . I did ask her if she wanted any more help with this quarter's chemistry class and she just stuck out her tongue.

Throughout the day, it took everything I had to take notes and engage in conversation, providing the illusion that nothing out of the ordinary had happened over the weekend. I simply could not get my mind to stop wondering what Erin had planned. Fortunately, no one asked me what I had me so distracted. Sarah had laid the groundwork for a story. We spent the weekend in because she wanted the company. It was plausible since Sarah had experienced a very unfortunate childhood. While the members of our circle didn't know it all, they knew enough to give her space. Furthermore, they knew what I did for her in high school, which is what made the two of us as close as we were. For Sarah to ask for a few days with me on her own wouldn't even raise an eyebrow.

Sarah joined Heidi, Tony, and me for our one o'clock chemistry class. I was more than slightly disappointed when I didn't see Erin at the front of the class. Even Heidi stated that she was hoping Professor Grant would be teaching this class as well. The man handing out syllabus pamphlets to the class introduced himself as Professor Collins. He was one of the professors who taught the biochemistry courses. I figured I had better pay attention since he would likely be my professor again in the future.

"Mr. Rhodes," he said.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Please see me after class," he said stoically.

'Oh shit' I thought. Heidi and Sarah just looked at me. To say that I was distracted during the class would be like saying Moby Dick was a fish. Was this part of Erin's plan? Did someone know about our time together in her office? Did her plan backfire? My mind raced with the potential meanings that could be behind why Professor Collins would need to see me after class. Sarah leaned over more than once and told me to relax. Heidi told me if I didn't get my act together, I would have to use her notes for the day's lecture. Finally, it was the thought of Erin that allowed me to focus. I took a deep breath and I could almost hear her telling me to relax and concentrate on the task at hand. So I did.

As the class ended, I walked up to the front of the room. Professor Collins handed me a piece of paper and said, "Dean Tarayama would like to see you in her office at 3PM."

"Yes sir," I said and even I could hear the nervousness in my voice.

Sensing my discomfort, he added, "Dean Tarayama is tough, but for someone who managed to get through Professor Grant's final exam with a perfect score I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Yeah, it was a tough exam," I acknowledged. "Wait, you know about that?"

"Knowing her the way I do, I am certain tough doesn't begin to cover it. I check the grades of all my incoming students. I want to know where they are at with the subject; that way I know what I will be working with during the quarter. I hope you'll be putting that kind of effort into my class."

"Absolutely sir," I replied. 

"Good to hear it," he said while walking for the door. "See you on Wednesday."

I walked out the door behind him and found Sarah waiting for me.

"Heidi had to make her English class, but she is as curious as I am."

"I have to meet with Dean Tarayama at three," I replied solemnly.

"Do you know what's it about?" Sarah asked.

"No," I replied. "And that's what has me worried."

"Why?" Sarah asked.

She was quiet for a few seconds, then she just looked at me incredulously and leaned in to whisper, "That Friday was in her office wasn't it?"

I just nodded.

"Do you think someone knows?"

"To my knowledge, only three people do. I think Maria knows as well."

"Her friend from the club?"

Again I just nodded. Sarah walked with me to the student center and bought me something to drink. We then walked around the campus.

"I don't think anything is going to happen to you," she said as we walked.

I tilted my head towards her and looked at her. Sarah stopped and looked me right in the eyes.

"Justin, it may sound crazy but I think she would walk through fire for you."

"It doesn't sound crazy at all. Worse yet, I can see her falling on her sword to keep me out of it too."

"And that's what has you so worried," Sarah added.

We walked in silence to the chemistry building and continued to the dean's office. Just before we got there, Sarah hugged me and said that no matter what she was there for me. I just smiled. With all she shoulders, Sarah is one of the most giving friends I have ever known. I entered the reception area of the dean's office and told the woman behind the desk my name. She picked up the phone and announced my arrival. After hanging up, she told me to go in. As I walked into the dean's office, I felt my heart stop. There was Dean Tarayama, Professor Grant, and my dad. I was so screwed.

"Come in Justin," Dean Tarayama said.

I sat down in a chair next to my father.

"We've spent the last hour discussing this with your father and he has agreed with our decision," she continued.

'Discussing what?' I wanted to scream. The suspense to all of this was killing. I almost didn't care if I got kicked out of school; I just wanted to know what the hell was going on. It took everything I had not to look at Erin. I knew I would be able to tell what's coming if I could see her eyes for just one second. But I couldn't. I was too afraid what they would see in my eyes.

"At the recommendation of Professor Grant," she started and slid a piece of paper forward on the desk. "The University has agreed to this."

I picked up the paper and began reading through it to find something that would let me know what this was about. I skimmed over the date, my name, and my address. I stopped when I read "Subject: Employment Offer".

"Employment offer?" I said aloud.

"Congratulations son," my dad said.

I looked up at Dean Tarayama. I know she could see the shock in my eyes.

"The specific terms are spelled out in the employment offer, but in a nutshell you would be acting as both a research assistant and teacher's assistant to Professor Grant."

I looked over at Erin. She smiled and walked over to me.

"Congratulations Mr. Rhodes," she said extending her hand.

I stood up and shook her hand.

"Normally this kind of position is reserved for more senior students," Erin continued. "But after speaking to some of the other faculty, a few of your high school teachers, and your father, I believed that an exception should be made in this case and the Dean was inclined to agree."

"Your Mr. Jackson in particular was very persuasive," the dean added.

She then did a spot on impersonation of Mr. Jackson and said, "This pup has ... a wondrous capacity for understanding ... the complexities of the chemical sciences ... It would be an insult, I think ... to higher education ... if you passed this pup over ... simply due to his age."

Words could never portray just how closely Dean Tarayama mirrored both the voice and the inflections of Mr. Jackson. Randall Jackson had been was my high school chemistry teacher and the one person responsible for my passion in learning about chemistry. He called all of his students "pups" because he was over sixty years old, and every one of his "pups" knew of his unique manner of speaking. Think of Christopher Walken in front of a classroom and you are pretty close to the image. The man had a razor sharp mind and one of the quickest wits I have ever known. When I was a teacher's assistant for him during my senior year, I learned that he had multiple degrees in Chemistry including doctorate degrees in Biochemistry and Molecular Biology. He was a mentor to me and wrote the letter of recommendation that got me admitted to the university. It should have come as no surprise that he would continue to further my education wherever possible.

"I don't know what to say," I said.

"I for one am hopeful you will say 'yes' and accept the offer Mr. Rhodes," Erin said.

"Of course," I replied. "Just let me read it and I will sign it right now."

I quickly scanned the rest of the document. I was to be employed as a Level II Research Assistant. The pay was approximately $15 per hour, with workloads between 80 and 100 hours a month. My employment was contingent on maintaining a 3.2 GPA with a 3.5 in core chemistry classes. In addition, there would be annual reviews of my performance. I couldn't help but smile when I read who would be providing the reviews of my performance. Finally, upon a satisfactory review of that quarter's work and my meeting of the GPA requirements my school fees for that quarter would be refunded. I had no clue how Erin had managed to swing all of this, but I was certainly going to ask her later.

I signed the paper and handed it back to Dean Tarayama. She signed it and called her assistant in to have copies made. I just stood there in silence while they talked around me. I couldn't even recall what they were saying. Just like that, my life suddenly got much brighter. The financial burden that my family took on when I went to college was going to disappear. I was going to learn under another brilliant mentor. Most of all, I would have the freedom to continue with Erin. It was that thought that gave me the strength not to throw my arms around her and kiss in thanks for what she had just done. I could never betray her trust in me to keep our relationship a secret, let alone the faith she had just put in me with this opportunity. I smiled at that thought.

'I am in a relationship with Erin Grant.'

"Congratulations again Mr. Rhodes," Dean Tarayama said snapping me out of my thoughts.

She shook my hand and walked us all to the door. I walked out of the office with my father. I know he has always been proud of both my accomplishments and my choices but this was the first time something I had done would have a positive impact to the rest of my family. Over the past two years, I managed to save over $8,000 for school. That money would be gone by the end of June. The cost of going to this school was right at $1,400 per quarter. Add to that $400 in books each quarter, $100 in gas a month, plus some for food, and it averaged around $800 per month. I had turned over the part-time I had with Uncle Mike to Elizabeth as she needed to save for college as well. Mike had offered to employ me as a CAD technician during the summer, but even with that money, I was going to have to get some help from my parents to pay for school. This job was going to both provide a paycheck and be beneficial to my education. Furthermore, Mike's job offer could go to Elizabeth or my younger brother John. Suddenly my family was no longer shouldering any of the financial burden that my education represented. Although my dad would never say it, that money would go a long way with my siblings.

My only question now regarded when I would see Erin. I was going to have to work on finding a place near campus and I hope I could sell that idea to my parents. With all the hours I would be working plus studying, I hoped it would be an easy task.

"By the way," my dad said. "Professor Grant and Dean Taramaya both suggested you should move out here to be closer to campus."

I should have known that Erin would think of that as well.

"I absolutely agree with them," he said. "You spend over an hour a day driving back and forth and double that in traffic. Spending six to ten hours a week in the car is a waste of time. So I will talk to your mother and you concentrate on finding a place to live."

"Deal," I said with a smile.

"Mr. Rhodes," I heard Erin call after us.

"Yes," we both replied.

Erin just smiled. She addressed my father.

"I know you and Justin have a lot to discuss with your family tonight, but if you don't mind I would like to have him stay late tomorrow. We have an aggressive schedule ahead of us and I want to get a jump on the equipment purchases as well as some of his other responsibilities."

"Of course," he replied and looked at me.

"My last class tomorrow is a lab that goes from one to four."

"Perfect," Erin said. "Stop by my office when you are done and we'll go from there. Be prepared for a long evening though. As you may recall from last quarter, I expect nothing less than 100% from anyone who works for me."

"I'm up for the challenge," I replied.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear Justin," she said while shaking my hand.

Turning to my father, she added, "Mr. Rhodes, again, thank you for taking the time off of work to come down here at such short notice."

"It was no trouble at all," he replied. "Believe me when I say, I should be thanking you for what you are doing for my son."

Erin walked away towards her office while my dad and I started in the other direction.

"So I hear you did a pretty gallant thing last week for her daughter," my dad said.

I just smiled. Sarah was waiting for me outside. At first she looked concerned when she saw my dad, but when she saw the smile on my face she knew everything was all right. She greeted him with a 'hi dad' and gave him a hug. As far as my parents were concerned, Sarah was family. She joined us as we walked with my father to his car. I filled her in on my new job and on my dinner plans tomorrow. My dad threw in the part about being 'prepared for a long evening' and laughed about how he thought Professor Grant would work me to the bone.

"Sarah I hate to impose," he started. "but Justin's mother always worries when he is driving late at night."

"It's no imposition at all. He always cleans my apartment spic-and-span, so it's like having a maid."

I just smiled as Sarah ran her hand through my hair.

"I have to get back to the office to finish a few things, but I will see you tonight when you get home."

"Bye dad," I said as Sarah said it with me.

As he drove off, Sarah just turned and stared at me.

"You're going to be working for Professor Grant?"

I just nodded.

"And you're going to be getting a place out here?"

I just nodded again.

"Well now that you are a working man, you owe me some dinner. Let's go pick up some Chinese and you can tell me all about the weekend."




My Education Ch. 03



I didn't speak until we got to my car. Sarah's apartment was close enough that she usually walked, so she rode with me. I was still reliving the meeting in the Dean's office though I do recall Sarah ordering for both of us. I finally spoke after we were in her apartment with the door shut.

"I'm in a relationship with Erin Grant."

"I do believe you are," Sarah said

Then she slapped me lightly across the cheek and added with a grin, "So don't fuck it up."

We ate and I told Sarah everything. It felt so good to be able to tell someone just how much had happened in ten days. Sarah listened, smiled, and laughed. She asked the same questions I had asked myself: how did Erin make it all happen? I was only a freshman so how did she get the dean to agree so quickly? It didn't make sense, but then I didn't really care that much. Somehow, Erin had made it happen. She really went the distance to make it happen. Somehow, someway, I would make it up to her.

It was about eight o'clock when I left to drive home. I wasn't even out of the car when my mom was hugging me and telling me how much she was going to miss me. I was only going to be 30 miles away, but it was clearly a mother-thing. Then she was crying over what I had done for Erin's daughter Michelle. Evidently, she was proud of me the whole way round.

Tuesday was a mad house. After my morning class, I went driving around looking for vacant apartments. Fortunately, Sarah knew all of the apartment complexes, so she guided me to the good ones. Like her single bedroom apartment, it was going to cost around $850 to $900 for rent with another $70 to $100 dollars for utilities. Of course, we also talked about possibly becoming roommates when her lease expired so we would both be able to save money. For some reason, I knew it wouldn't bother Erin in the slightest.

The afternoon lab jumped right into work and the next thing I knew, I was at Erin's office. From the minute I walked in, she was all business. She took me to my office, which was essentially an 8-foot-by-8-foot room with no door located inside a larger laboratory. I didn't complain. One of my tasks would be working with another faculty member in the maintenance of the Chemistry Department's existing assets as well as the new equipment that would be installed over the next six months. Since I was also pursuing a Minor in Computer Science, I would be tapping that expertise along with my physical sciences expertise in this new job. Erin introduced me to Professor Cutler, who was the senior faculty member in charge of the analytical and computer systems for the department. We made the rounds through the department, returning to her office just after five-thirty. I walked into her office and heard the door shut then lock. I turned to Erin to find her smiling at me.

"Thank you," I said. "The words aren't enough Erin. I just ..."

Cutting me off, she said, "You are welcome Justin. And you can thank me by excelling here at the University."

She walked next to me and whispered, "And by continuing to everything you did this weekend ... again and again."

I just smiled. It wasn't the thought of what she had said though. The smile was from the phrase that kept running through my head for the past day. True to form, my goddess noticed something.

"What?" she asked.

"I have to tell you at dinner," I replied. "I can't say it here."

Slapping my arm playfully, she said, "You're just trying to get even for me making you wait a day before finding out what my plan was."

"No Erin. Believe me. You'll understand when I tell you. I've been saying for the past 24 hours and I almost can't believe it."

Picking up her phone, she dialed a number. She spoke briefly on the phone before hanging up and gathering her things to leave.

"Ready?"

I nodded and we left her office. Since the faculty parking lot is closer, she drove me to my car and then I followed her to her home. She parked her Mercedes S-Class in the garage, while I parked in the horseshoe driveway that was in front of her home. She left the door open and I walked through the garage to join her in walking into her house. She put her things on the table and then turned to me. Pulling me in, she gave me a deep kiss, which I returned eagerly.

As we parted, her eyes were still close when she whispered, "I've wanted to do that for the past two hours."

"I wanted to do that since yesterday in the dean's office," I replied.

She opened her eyes and looked up into mine.

"Are you going to make me wait until dinner?" she said. "What's been running through your head for the past 24 hours?"

I just smiled as I said, "I'm in a relationship with Erin Grant."

The look in her eyes said it all. I could have said "I love you" and I don't think it would have made her glow any more than she was.

"Kristine," she said softly. "My middle name is Kristine."

I would never be able to explain how we could just ... understand one another so well. I knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

"I am in a relationship with Erin Kristine Grant."

"And I am in love with Justin Nicholas Rhodes," she replied with a big grin.

She did have access to my school file.

"And you were right. I understand why you had to wait."

"Good," I said and then kissed her again.

"I would bet the farm that you want to know how this is possible," she said.

I nodded. Erin went on to explain that during her junior year in high school, her parents had hosted an English exchange student named Karen Myles. She and Erin became extremely close friends. They were such good friends, that during her junior year in college, Erin joined her friend at the University of Oxford for a year. Over the years, they've kept in constant touch and visit one another every year. Her friend was promoted to a leading research position with a multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical corporation. Part of her budget included money to fund research at educational institutions through grants. She had been trying to get Erin to take on a research grant at the University ever since, but the toll from her divorce had kept her from having the energy to devote to such an endeavor.

"But that changed this weekend," she said looking straight at me. "You make me feel more alive than I have in years. So, I had to wait to call her late last night because she's eight hours ahead. Even Karen could hear the change over the phone. This morning Karen had the paperwork in place for research grant. Two hours after that, Dean Taramaya and I had signed paperwork. The grant is for a total of nine million dollars over three year's time with another nine million dollars for equipment and facilities. With three million dollars of research money added to the annual budget, it was relatively easy to get the dean to agree to let me pick my own assistants. It also makes sense to have someone else on the team who is with the project for its entire run, especially in that last year when it will be most beneficial to have an experienced team leader. Dean Taramaya agreed. Once she did, selecting you was relatively easy. You're the only one who got a perfect score on the final exam, and yes, your work earned you that grade. You received glowing recommendations from multiple people. Finally, when you helped Michelle, you demonstrated the ability to make tough decisions and the presence to lead others. You earned this spot. Don't ever think otherwise."

I saw her looking at me, realizing that I wasn't speaking.

"What's running through your mind?"

"I'm just ... well ... wow," I said, not really know what to say. "It's just more than a little flattering that you would do all of this ... for us."

"You betcha mister," she said while giving me a peck on the cheek. "But understand that I would have never had the energy to tackle a research project of this magnitude ten weeks ago, let alone ten years."

She tilted my head up to look directly into her eyes and continued.

"Don't ever think that I'm doing this alone, because I would have never been able to do this without you Justin. You make me feel like I'm twenty-five again."

"Well, you look twenty-five," I added. "You have the face of an angel and the body of a goddess."

Erin lit up at that. She just hugged me close and kissed me again. The doorbell rang and she told me to wait there. I heard the door open and from the tone of the voices, I could tell that friends had just arrived. Erin and two other women came around the corner and I had to work not to stare. These two new arrivals were positively stunning. In contrast to the night at the club, each of these ladies wore a business suit. The effect was the same though. There was something about successful women that just drives me up the wall.

"Justin, this is Cristina," Erin said indicating the blonde who walked up around her to shake my hand.

Cristina wore a dark gray business suit with a white blouse. Her hair was short, just above shoulder length. She had dark brown eyes and a very relaxing smile, though her lips were a little thinner than Erin's. Even with her heels, it seemed she was an inch or so taller than Erin. It was hard not to notice that there was a healthy bounce to her chest as she walked.

Extending my hand, I said, "Nice to meet you."

"And you as well," Cristina replied. "I have heard so very much about you."

I could feel my face flush hearing that. Erin kept things moving.

"This is Priya," she said indicating the woman who had walked up behind Cristina.

From her name, I believed Priya was Indian. She was the first Indian woman I had ever met and she was easily the most exotically beautiful woman I had ever seen. Priya was an inch shorter than Erin was, and she had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her lips were fuller than Erin's and she had an infectious smile. As with Cristina, there was a healthy bounce to her chest as she walked.

"It's nice to meet you," I offered.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Justin," Priya replied.

Each opened their briefcase as Erin offered an explanation. Erin owned two townhouses, both of which were close to the University. Cristina and Priya were both childhood friends of Erin's who worked for a law firm. That law firm would lease the townhouse to me, keeping some distance between the two of us. It was obvious that while Erin was clearly going the distance to bring the two of us together, that she wasn't going to be sloppy about it either. In addition, Erin had arranged to purchase a BMW 3-series convertible for herself and have it registered to the firm as well. She wanted a car that couldn't be directly traced to her. A blonde-haired woman driving a 3-series convertible was hardly a unique sight in Southern California, but it was a definite change of pace from the S-Class she had at campus.

The doorbell rang again. Erin handed me some money and told me to answer the door. I answered the door, paid the delivery person, and received that bags he had to offer. From the smell, I was guessing we were eating Chinese for dinner. I carried the two large bags and headed back to the kitchen. Though hushed, I could make out the last parts of the conversation.

One voice said, "As I said at lunch, I am concerned with where this will lead. But I haven't seen you glow like this in twenty years."

"I agree with Priya," the other voice said, indicating that this was Cristina. "And I haven't seen you with this much enthusiasm over anything in years. Plus, Maria said you came so hard you were sobbing and wailing while ..."

Cristina cut off her remark as I rounded the corner. I had to try not to let on that I had heard some of their conversation because there was a very large measure of pride I took from the comments made. On one side, her closest friends were noting that she was happier than they had ever seen her. With each passing day, my feelings for Erin were growing. It felt good to know I was having such an effect on her as well. Still, it was a complete ego boost to hear that her friends were discussing Erin's sex life. A sex life she was currently sharing with me.

Erin walked into the kitchen and started putting the food onto dishes. Cristina went over the lease with me while Priya set the dining room table. The lease was simple, only one page in length. I would be paying $600 per month in rent. That would leave me plenty to cover bills and food, and have some left over to take Erin out from time to time. The dinner conversation was surprising light. I was certain her friends would grill me, especially since they were lawyers. There were no hidden questions, just open conversation. They appeared to trust their friend's judgment regarding me.

When everyone was finished, I cleared the table and went about cleaning up. I couldn't hear everything that was being said, but I did make out some phrases here and there. They were continuing the conversation regarding what Maria had witnessed. As I finished, Cristina and Priya came in to say their goodbyes. Each left with a quick peck to the cheek and wishes for a great evening. By the tone in their voice, I had a feeling they knew what Erin and I would be up to later.

Erin came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. There's something about having a woman holding me from behind with her breasts pressed against my back that I absolutely love. I moved to turn around, but she stopped me saying she just wanted to hold me like that for a minute. Finally, she turned me around and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss and moved my hands to her breasts. She just mouthed "bedroom" before taking off for upstairs. Erin beat me to her room, but only because she cheated. Her skill set apparently included undressing while running up the stairs because I tripped over the clothes littering the upstairs hallway.

By the time I reached her bedroom, Erin was standing next to it with her hip cocked to one side. The look in her eyes was one of hunger. I approached her and she kissed me deeply as I felt her hand wrap around my swollen cock. She pushed me back on the bed. I pushed back to the center of the bed and watched as Erin walked around the bed until she got the other side. She got onto the bed and I found myself looking up into her eyes. She smiled at me and then kissed me again. Then she began kissing her way down my body. I returned the kisses, savoring the opportunity to taste her flesh as she crawled down my body. Her pace was slow enough that I was able to lavish both of her ample breasts with kisses. I enjoyed feeling her moan against my body when my mouth worked her nipples. Her mouth was at my waist when I could smell her arousal. I tilted my head back to find her sex so wet that her juices were slowly running down the insides of her thighs. A groan escaped my lips as I felt her take my cock into her mouth. There was no teasing. Erin started working my cock with that wonderful stroking and sucking motion. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and started to pull her down to my mouth, but I felt her resist.

"No," she said pulling her mouth off my cock. "Watch me. Watch how much sucking you turns me on."

My goddess sucked my cock back into her mouth. She worked my cock deliberately, but I realized her pace was slightly different. As worked up as I was, I knew she could get me to cum in a minute if she wanted to. As I felt her working my cock, I realized Erin knew it too. A smile crept across my face as I realized she wanted to delay my orgasm enough to see how worked up she got from sucking me. As always, my goddess gets what my goddess wants.

I could feel Erin's tits pressed against my body as her hand and mouth worked me. I stared up at her sex, intent on watching her arousal grow as she pleasured me. Her outer lips were open due to the position of her knees and they were shiny with her juices. Her inner lips were a light red, indicating the state of her arousal. Her clit was very red and I could tell it was damp with her juices. It seemed to beg for attention, and it required a fair amount of self-restraint to keep from sucking it into my mouth. I groaned as I felt her sucking me deep into her throat while working my balls with her fingers. I opened my eyes and I swear her sex was visibly wetter. She pulled back and resumed her stroking and sucking motion. Erin's mouth removed all concept of time from my brain and it only heightened my appreciation of the sight before me. Her clit and inner lips were still a light shade of red, but both had gone from damp to wet. As if I needed any further indication of her arousal, her inner and outer lips were both very puffy. The sight alone made me moan. When she heard my moan, she buried my cock into her throat again and my moan lasted until I had no air left in my lungs. I breathed in deeply and could tell that she had increased her efforts.. My arms wrapped around Erin's thighs for leverage as my hips began to thrust up at her mouth. I looked up at her sex only to be surprised at the sight. Erin's entire sex was clearly wet now, nearly dripping with her juices. Her inner lips were now open slightly and I could make out the pink folds of her pussy beyond. The sight made my balls boil. She must have felt it because she started stroking and sucking my shaft even harder. I was groaning and panting as I lay there, relishing in the velvet pleasure her mouth was giving me while watching my goddess's arousal continue to grow.

I felt her mouth pop off my cock, but her hand kept feverishly working my shaft. I felt the cool rush of air around my wet cockhead as she took in a deep breath of air. Time seemed to stop as it felt like an eternity before her lips touch my cock. Erin's entire sex was soaking and her pussy was very red. It seemed to be as much in need of release as my cock was at that moment. Erin buried my cock into her mouth again. I felt her fingers working my balls while her throat milked the head of my cock. I groaned loudly and my hips pushed up driving any remaining bit of my shaft deep into Erin's mouth. My goddess just kept milking me. I felt my cock pulse hard with that first load of cum and my vision became blurry. My goddess just kept milking me. Again and again, I felt my cock pulse hard in Erin's mouth and throat. My goddess took it all, greedily devouring my seed. As my vision slowly returned, I saw just hot aroused Erin was. I was watching it, but I could still barely believe it. Erin's juices were dripping freely from her pussy. Even though I had finished cumming, the sight of her completely drenched sex kept my cock hard. Her clit, her lips, and the insides of her thighs were all shiny with her wetness. My cock had now slipped from her mouth and Erin moaned as I blew across her sex.

"Fuck me," I heard her say groan. "Fuck me now."

Over the next two hours, we fucked in multiple positions. Erin may have been over twenty years older than I am, but she had no problem keeping up with me. At times, our coupling was slow and tender. Later, we were simply rutting each other and the stream of obscenities that flowed from her drove me to fuck her as if I owned her. It amazed me how easily Erin could give herself to me. With the right circumstances, there were times when my goddess seemed to be very submissive sexually. It wasn't the first time an older woman had let herself go to such places with me, but I certainly never expected this from Erin. Then again, there were many things I never expected from my professor.

It was just after nine when we finished in the shower and then cleaned each other before stepping out. After telling me to get dressed, I went to the hallway to gather up my clothes and hers. I am just finishing when she emerges from her closet looking as fresh and energetic as she had when I met her in her office earlier that day. With her hair in a ponytail and wearing jeans with a tight top, Erin completely gave the appearance of woman in her 20s.




My Education Ch. 03



"Come on," she said heading for the stairs. "It's time you saw your new abode."

Downstairs, she gathers her purse and the new keys that Cristina had delivered. I followed her outside, noting how much the ponytail suits her. Erin walks like a woman without a care in the world, and it slowly sinks in that I am, at least in part, responsible for this. We headed outside and I held the car door open for her. As my door shut, she gunned it and sped off for the townhouse and I made certain to watch where we were going. As we drove there, Erin explained that she had many upgrades performed after the last group of college renters wrecked large parts of the place during their New Year's Eve party. Evidently, the three girls living in the townhouse were all daughters of upper-class families in the area who wanted to keep everything quiet. Erin agreed on the condition that they pay for whatever repairs and upgrades she deemed necessary to make the unit livable. She was planning to put the unit up for sale once it was complete, but thought it would see better usage if I rented it for the next few years.

The townhouse is in a gated community, where visitors would have to dial the phone to get 'beeped' in to the complex. There were 200 three-level units divided amongst 50 individual buildings. There were also 20 executive townhouses. These units were four levels, had generous yards for a townhouse, and were completely detached units. Owners had a garage door opener that opened a separate gate. Using the same opener, Erin opened the garage door and pulled inside. We got out and she gave me a tour of unit. The bottom level housed a three-car garage large enough to accommodate super duty sized trucks. The water heater looked huge and Erin winked when she informed me that the unit had a capacity of 100 gallons. Evidently, we would be enjoying long hot showers here as well. There was an unfinished storage area behind a locked door. 

The second level had a dining room, a family room, a kitchen, a living room, and a half-bathroom. The dining room and living room were empty, but both had sliding glass doors that led out to a deck that overlooked the driveway. The family room had large recliner and a sectional couch. From the few wear marks on each, it was obvious that they were a few years old but they both looked very comfortable. The breakfast area adjoining the kitchen had a small round table capable of seating four people. The kitchen was the eye catcher of the first level. It was huge, at least by my standards. The counters were granite and the cabinets were a wood that looked like cherry. A large angled peninsula provided expansive countertops for cooking and spacious counter seating. Topping all of this off were the appliances, all of which were professional stainless steel units. My mother worked part time as a gourmet chef. These were the only luxuries my mother ever insisted on having. Given how well we ate, my father never complained. The refrigerator was Subzero four-feet wide model with a glass door on the chilled side. The oven was a Wolf model, with two ovens, six burners, and a griddle. In addition, there was a wall-mounted oven with a microwave above it. The island was also large and included a sink as well as Subzero under-counter beverage and wine refrigerators. Topping all of this off was a large amount of counter space. My mom was going flip when she saw this kitchen. Erin smiled at me when she told me that I should learn how to cook for guests. I smiled at that comment, not because I looked forward to learning but because my mother already had.

Combined between them, the family room and breakfast area had three sets of French doors that opened to a veranda leading to the backyard. The backyard was actually quite spacious for a townhouse, but as an "executive home" I guess nothing less would be expected. Only a small portion of the backyard was finished, so I guess the infamous New Year's party had wrecked this area as well. A gazebo-enclosed spa occupied this lone area. Best of all, the position of the gazebo combined with the fact the unit was on a cul-de-sac made it almost impossible for anyone to see people going to and from the spa.

"I love my spa time," Erin said with a grin.

The third level was equally impressive. There were two master bedrooms and two smaller bedrooms. The smaller bedrooms were larger than standard size, with a quick estimate of roughly 14-feet by 12-feet. It had its own private bathroom complete with a standard bathtub-shower unit. Both of these rooms and their bathrooms were unfurnished. Obviously, the New Year's party had caused damage to these rooms. The first master bedroom was much larger, probably 20-feet long by 16 feet wide. This room had a very large walk-in closet that looked to be the size of the smaller bedrooms I had just seen. The bathroom attached to this room had a good-sized shower, a large whirlpool bathtub, and dual sinks. This bedroom and bathroom were also unfurnished. The second master bedroom was the same size as the first, but it was furnished, actually quite nicely furnished. The attached bathroom had a smaller whirlpool bathtub, but the shower was noticeably larger and could easily take two people at a time. The shower had a window that looked into a small sauna. The sauna was built into the bathroom and was made of oak. From its size, I guessed that it could accommodate four people. The walk-in closet was probably half the size of the other master bedroom. This was the only bedroom that was furnished and it had a mattress in it, so I had to assume this would be my room. Looking a second time I noticed it was a king-size mattress. I looked at Erin and she just smiled.

"You didn't expect me to spend nights with you on a twin-size did you?" she half-asked half-stated.

"To be honest Erin, I wasn't thinking that far ahead," I replied. "But I am wondering how I will explain this to my parents."

"Done," she said with a mischievous grin. "Your mother called me this morning to thank me for the job I offered you. She ended up coming out for lunch and I gave her a tour of the townhouse. She is a terrific woman and we spent over an hour talking. I told her about what you did for Michelle. Trust me, as a woman with daughters, your mother understood exactly how much that meant to me. I explained to her that I own this townhouse outright, so any rent I receive is just income. It would mean more to me to rent it to you than to a bunch of other kids who would destroy parts of it like the last bunch. In addition, since the repair work will take another three months, renting it to you by yourself was an easy sell. This way, you have an isolated place to study."

She kissed me on the tip of my nose and added, "Of course I left out the fact that I will be visiting you quite often."

"That was probably wise," I added.

"Your mom did volunteer your services," she said with a wink. "Evidently, you've learned quite a bit about general contracting from your uncle."

"Yes," I said knowing exactly where this was going. "I would be happy to keep an eye on the quality of the work being done."

"Thank you," she said with another quick kiss. "Though when she offered your services, I'm certain you can imagine what was running through my mind."

"And the furniture?" I asked.

She just smiled at me as if I should know the answer already, and said, "I told her that I was changing out some furniture, and rather than give it to Goodwill, I would let you use it."

I just grabbed Erin and held her to me. Erin was an intelligent and successful woman. On top of that, she was positively beautiful. To have such a woman go this far to make "us" possible was flattering to the point of being overwhelming. My goddess just held me to her, silently acknowledging my thoughts. She held my hand and led me to the top floor. The top floor was probably the biggest surprise of all. There were two sections. Half was a spacious area that Erin explained used to be a game and entertainment area. The other part of the top floor was an outdoor patio and terrace. Erin said that this area was also under construction.

As we headed for the garage, she gave me a list of numbers to call which included cable, phone, and utilities. When we returned to her home, Erin pulled into the garage. There were spaces for six cars. Erin laughed when she saw me looking at the three empty spaces. When they originally bought the house, Paul wanted the extra garage space because he liked to have a number of cars. At the time, Erin had disagreed.

"Now there are spots for my cars, the Jeep, two for the girls, and that one is reserved for your car," she said while handing me the remote she used earlier for the townhouse. "It's reserved for the day when we won't have to hide the fact that you are part of my life."

I just kissed her. I held Erin Grant to me and kissed her. If there was any doubt as to her feelings towards me, they were gone completely. In such a short period, Erin had opened up her life to me. As for me, I was flying high. For the first time in my life, I wasn't relying on plans or pre-made decisions. Even though I was only nineteen, nearly everything in my life had been thought out; schools, jobs, after school activities. Only my friends could be considered random, but I did have some say in those I chose to be close friends with. Here I was letting someone else make the decisions. I should have been scared. I would have been scared if it had been anyone else but Erin. I don't know why, but I was completely at peace with everything. And it felt grand.

I did have one question though.

"What about your girls?" I asked.

"We have some time on that," she replied. "They're at UCLA for the quarter. They come back during vacations, and occasionally on the weekends. Obviously, Kathryn figured out I am seeing someone but she didn't get anywhere trying to figure out who."

I smiled at the memory of wrecking Kathryn's sheets. Erin saw my smile and hers got a little bigger. 

"She took it pretty well and Michelle was laughing about it for hours. Of course, Michelle took one look at me and knew it was more than that. She told me she has never seen me glow before, so she gave 'provisional' approval until she can meet and interrogate later. We had a great talk on Sunday night while getting all her laundry done."

She paused and looked at me and changed to her professor voice, "Note for you young man: now that you are on your own, don't take your laundry home for mom to do."

"It was nice for her in a way as well. She knows I loved her father, but she never saw me 'in love' with him. Does that make sense?"

"Completely," I replied.

Erin looked at her watch and asked me when I had to be home. I told her that I was staying at Sarah's and she just smiled. Erin told me to call Sarah to get permission to stay over, and then she left to go make up the guest room. I called Sarah and we spent about five minutes on the phone. She laughed at the question and told me that to have fun but that she expected me to pick her up at seven for breakfast. I told her about the townhouse and ended up giving her a few details to satisfy her curiosity. She changed our breakfast plans to something to go because she wanted to see it first thing in the morning. I agreed and then went to find Erin. Upstairs, I saw a light coming from a room that I had never been in before. I entered it to find a bed with Erin laying in it.

"We never did make it to this room," she said with a grin.

We spent an hour 'breaking in' the guest room before returning to hers to sleep.

* * * * * * * * I woke at five-thirty to the sound of the shower. As I sat up, Erin walked up to me and pulled me into the shower. Our coupling this morning was primal but intimate. Erin was bent over and wailing through her second orgasm over when I finished with a roar. Starting the day like this was something I could definitely get used to. Erin had me pick out a bra and panty set for her to wear that day. I chose a lacy Brazilian-cut set that was a shade of blue that went with her eyes. I have to confess that it was almost as much fun watching Erin dress up as it was taking it off. Erin gave me a kiss and told me to have Sarah stop by her office when she had time.

At twenty minutes to seven, I left her home to go meet Sarah. I was early, but it didn't matter because Sarah was waiting for me when I arrived. Sarah went nuts over the townhouse, and was already asking to use the spa. When she saw the second master bedroom, she didn't say anything but I know she was hopeful. So was I. If I could get Erin to let her be my roommate, Sarah could cut back her hours. We both wanted Sarah to work fewer hours, although Sarah would never admit it. 

The rest of the week was a blur. There was so much to do between getting settled in the job and the reading it entailed, adjusting to my new classes, packing, showing the townhouse to Heidi and Tony, and getting utilities hooked up. Erin called me to her office on Thursday to meet with the rest of the project team. It included four juniors and three sophomores. I was put in charge of the computers and test equipment. In addition to giving me instructions for setting up new equipment that would be arriving this month, Erin gave me one after the meeting was far more personal.

"No playing this week Mr. Rhodes," she said softly in her professor voice. "You'll want to save it all for Saturday night."

Before I knew, it Saturday had arrived and I was moving in. The only furniture I moved was my desk and dresser. There was a television, VCR, a portable CD player, and my computer. Everything else was clothes. My mom donated a bunch of older cookware, dishware, and silverware, which was great for me but not so much for my dad. Those items would have to be replaced and I knew my mother was taking him shopping tonight or tomorrow.

Erin stopped by at my mother's request just so they could meet again face-to-face. My parents insisted on taking her to lunch with us as a small token of thanks for everything Erin had done for me. Afterwards, Erin left so I could finish unpacking before it got too late. I picked up on her suggestion and stated to all that I would be 'in bed by ten' which prompted an acknowledging wink from Erin. My parents took me to the bank where I received a very unexpected surprise from late grandmother. While she wasn't rich, she and my grandfather both had life insurance policies. When he died five years ago, my grandmother had amended her will to give each of her grandchildren money towards school. My grandmother's will had placed no restrictions on the money once we reached 18, so Jessica and I were getting checks for just over $60,000. My parents would be setting up trust funds for our younger siblings to ensure that the money was used for school. At first my parents were concerned that I wouldn't handle the money responsibly. The events of the past few weeks had convinced them that I was capable of not going hog wild with the funds. After the bank, they took me shopping for the basics in food at Costco and we returned with enough food for three weeks. They left me to finishing settling in.

Around six, Heidi and Tony called from the gate phone to be let in. I buzzed them in. After a quick tour of the place and Heidi going nuts over the spa, they took me out for pizza and a movie. We got back just after nine-thirty, and I received no objections when I said the day had left me more than a little drained. At a few minutes before ten, I heard the garage door open and a car pull in. I couldn't wait to see Erin, so I bounded down the stairs as I heard the garage door shutting. When the door's motor stopped, I made out the opening and closing of a car door. I swung the door open just as she was walking up to it. Erin was standing there in a black leather jacket, denim skirt that went halfway down her thighs, and a pair of black leather boots that stopped just below her knees. The leather jacket was zipped down far enough to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. My jaw hung open as I drank in the sight. Erin did a pirouette and let me see just how good she looked in that outfit. 

"Erin ... you look absolutely incredible," I said.

She just smiled politely and said, "Thank you baby. The look in your eyes was the reaction I was hoping for."

She did another pirouette. Her ass made the skirt stick out perfectly as she turned around. The jacket tapered at the waist, which only served to push her breasts together and up. I could have stared at her in that outfit for hours. 

"Do you really like it?"

"Fuck yes," I replied with a grin.

"Good," she said while walking past me and up the stairs.

She continued, but in a far softer, almost innocent sounding voice.

"Cause your professor's been a naughty girl, playing with her pussy for the past two hours. She's been trying to take the edge off because all she can think about is your cock sawing in and out of her horny little pussy."

I followed her up the stairs, my cock growing harder with each word she spoke. The innocent sounding tone she was using combined with the way she was referring to herself in the third person was driving me wild.

"Visions of your cum shooting all over her tits and filling her pussy up. She couldn't tell you how many times she came on her shiny red toy, but it just wasn't the same."

As she reached the top of the stairs, Erin spun around and looked at me. She wore an expression that was half frustration and half pouting. She stared at me as she completely unzipped her jacket. Her breasts were now completely exposed and I could see that her nipples were already hard.

"She needed to feel the heat from your cock inside her, especially when you cum. Has she ever told you how good your cock feels, pulsing deep inside her hungry wet cunt?" 

She stopped at the couch and motioned with one finger for me to come closer.

"Has she ever told you how right it feels to have your cock shooting its seed deep inside her pussy?"

She started undoing my jeans. She continued talking in the soft, innocent voice she had conjured up but no longer referred to herself in the third person.

"Because it does. It feels so perfect to feel your cock pulsing hard each time it spurts in me."

Erin kissed me deeply as she pushed my jeans down past my hips. I had barely begun to return her kiss when she pulled away and dropped to her knees taking my jeans with her.

"So natural. So right."

As she pulled my underwear down exposing my hard cock, Erin half groaned and half growled at the sight. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth, taking my entire length in one swift motion. It felt so right to have her in front of me, on her knees, nursing on my cock like this. My cock just started throbbing when she started talking to it as she continued to kiss and suck it.

"Are you ... hard for ... me ... balls full ... of cum ... for me ... it's all ... for Erin ... gonna drain ... drain you dry ... milk every ... last drop ... in me ... on me."

With that, Erin pushed me back on the couch. She literally tore my jeans off my legs and my underwear followed seconds later. With a grace that surprised me, she took off her jacket in a single motion. Spinning around, she flung it on the couch a few feet from me. I looked up into her eyes and saw the beast in them. One hand was working her left nipple, twisting it back and forth roughly. The other had pulled her skirt up around her waist and was now working her clit. My goddess wasn't hungry. She was fucking starving.

"Fuck! I need your cock," she hissed.

She turned around and put her legs outside mine. The view made my cock throb as I groaned aloud. Looking up, I could see her perfect ass ... the puffy lips of pussy shiny and slick ... and her juices coating the insides of her thighs. She put one hand on my knee and began to sit down on me. Her hand reached back and grabbed my cock, guiding it to the lips of her pussy. She worked the head back and forth three times before settling back a little further. I groaned loudly as I felt the head of my cock part her sex open and slip inside her soaking pussy. In that position, I watched in awe as she slowly sank down and fed my cock into her hungry cunt. Completely mesmerized by the sight of her sex swallowing my cock, I barely registered the moans coming from her. Once I was fully rooted in her, I realized just how hot she was. My goddess, was on fire.




My Education Ch. 03



With both hands on my knees, Erin fucked herself up and down on my shaft faster than I would have ever thought possible. She was beyond control as her lust had consumed her completely. Erin wasn't moaning. Erin wasn't even groaning. My goddess was grunting in labored breaths as she worked her cunt up and down as fast as her body would let her. I felt her leather covered feet wrap around the bottom of my calves to find more advantage. That extra bit of leverage gave Erin all she needed to slam back down on to me even harder. It felt exquisite. As if my brain needed any other stimuli, the sight before me was beyond any I had ever imagined.

As Erin was crouched before me, the position spread the cheeks of her ass open nicely. It gave me the perfect view to watch as she worked her body up and down my shaft. A shaft that was now glistening with her juices mere seconds after she had impaled herself on it. As wet as she was, her pussy kept a tight grip on my cock. As she moved up, the lips of her pussy dragged along my cock. It was as if they were stretching to keep as much of my cock inside her for as long as possible. As she moved down, those lips puffed out slightly to aid in taking my cock back into her as fast as possible. It took everything I had not to grab her hips and roar in orgasm. My goddess needed my cock hard and rigid for her pleasure, and I was determined to give her just that.

Erin slammed into me and her body went erect. Her head shot back and she started wailing loudly as she came. I saw her orgasm. I heard her orgasm. Most of all, I felt her orgasm. Erin's cunt was gripping my cock harder than it ever had in any of our previous encounters. It was clenching and releasing my cock in waves as her orgasm ripped through her body. On top of that, I could feel her juices running down my cock and over my balls. Fuck she was wet.

As she started to come down off that orgasm, my mind jumped on the thoughts I had earlier regarding Erin letting go. I wondered how far I might be able to push her and how hard I might make her cum in doing so. I grabbed her hips hard with both hands and held her down on my cock. She moaned in approval.

"Start rubbing your clit," I told her.

"What," she asked her breathing still heavy as she was recovering.

"Don't ask fucking questions," I barked at her. "DO IT!"

I saw her body lean forward again, as her left arm moved to my knee and her right arm moved down the front of her body. When she moaned loudly and her hips tried to move against the pressure of my hands, I knew she was doing as I commanded. I increased my grip on her body to prevent her from moving as much as possible. I wanted her fully impaled on my cock for what was coming next.

"Faster Erin," I continued. "Rub your hard little clit faster."

I felt her hips try again to move up and down as she said, "Let go. I'm not done riding you. Let me ..."

Erin had turned around in an effort to help get what she wanted. When she saw the look in my eyes, I saw the resistance in hers begin to fade.

"Ungh, Ungh," I said shaking my head. "No fucking way Erin. Last weekend, you told me to claim you. Do you remember that?"

As the resistance continued to fade, I could see confusion taking its place. I pulled one hand away from her hips long enough to slap her ass. It wasn't hard enough to really hurt her, but I had cupped my hand perfectly and the slap it made was very loud.

"Answer me," I growled.

"Yes," she said meekly. "I remember."

"Good because I want you to do something for me," I said staring hard into her eyes. "You're going to cum again for me, and you're going to do it right fucking now."

She was staring at me. The look in her eyes told me that she was completely giving herself up to where I was taking her. By the motion of her right arm, she was working her clit even faster now.

"Do you remember your words Erin? I can hear them so clearly: 'Claim me as your woman ... your bitch ... your personal whore.'"

"Yes," she hissed.

"Are you my woman?"

"Yes Justin," she replied softly.

"Are you my bitch Erin?"

"Yes ... yes," she replied as her breathing grew harder.

In almost a whisper, she said, "I'm ... your ... bitch."

"And are you my personal whore Erin?"

"For ... as ... long ... as ... you'll ... have ... me."

"Then you have ten seconds to cum," I growled at her.

Her eyes darted back, I could see her pleading silently for more time.

"There will be no more time. I will count backwards from ten. If you have not cum again by the time I reach the count of one, then I swear to you Erin ... I will get up and leave you here."

"No," she pleaded.

"Oh yes. I will. If you really are my whore, you can cum in ten seconds can't you? With your pussy impaled on my cock and your fingers working your clit, ten seconds should be more than enough to fucking cum ... and prove what you say."

Erin's arm was moving even faster now as she looked at me. Now I saw determination. Now I saw that she got where I was taking her. She didn't smile and she didn't speak. My goddess didn't have to. Erin's eyes said everything.

"Ten," I said.

Erin's head turned back and tilted down. I knew her pride would not let her fail.

"Nine."

"Uhhgggg," she grunted as I watched her body shake in rhythm to the movements of her arm.

"Eight."

"Please," I heard her whisper. 

"Seven."

Again in a whisper, I heard Erin say, "Please let me cum."

"Six."

"Oh fuck," she said a bit louder. "So close."

I smiled as I saw her arm working feverishly. My smile grew even larger as I felt her fingers brush her lips and touch the base of my cock.

"Five."

"Please ... let ... me," I heard her say through ragged breaths.

"Four," I said a little louder to remind her that time was nearing an end.

"Oh fuck, I feel it," she said loudly.

I could feel it to. Her pussy was rapidly clenching and releasing my cock, and her hips were grinding in circles as she tried to get even more of my cock inside her pussy. Erin's body was acting on instinct. Her brain was merely a passenger on this ride.

"Three," I said even louder.

"Yes ... yes ... yes ... YES ... YES ... YES," she said as her voice continued to grow.

I decided to give her just a half second more before continuing.

"Gonna ... fucking ... show ... you," she growled. "Gonna ... fucking ... cum ... so ... good ... for ... you."

"TWO," I said nearly yelled cutting her off.

Erin's hips pushed down hard and they stopped moving. I heard her take in a deep breath of air. She was there. My goddess, my Erin was there.

I saw her head jerk back as I yelled, "ONE."

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH," Erin wailed as this second orgasm ripped through her.

Erin's arm continued to move, and I watched as she continued to push herself. I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock.

I heard her panting through deep hard breaths, "Not ... fucking ... done ... gonna ... cum ... again ... gonna ..."

Another orgasm began washing over her, this one harder than the one she had just had. Her arm stopped moving but it didn't matter. Erin's entire body started shaking as this cum hit her. 

"OH FUCK ... OH YES ... YES ... YES ... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"

Her body slumped back against mine. I reached around her body to cup her marvelous tits. My fingers slid in from the sides until I found her very erect nipples. 

"YES BABY ... PLEASE ... YES ... SQUEEZE THEM," Erin wailed.

My hands molded to her breasts as I let her nipples slip between my middle and ring fingers. Holding her flesh this way allowed me to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples at the same time. The results were immediate.

"OHHHH ... FUCK ... NOT STOPPING ... IT'S NOT STOPPING ... OH FUCK," Erin cried as I felt her body continue to write in orgasm on top of me.

I continued to work her beautiful tit-flesh with my hands as my fingers squeezed her nipples between them.

"FUCKING GOOD ... SO GOOD ... BABY ... YES ... Yes ... yes ..."

Erin was sobbing as her orgasm continued in small aftershocks.

"So good ... so good ... I told you ... told you ... I was yours."

As strange as it sounds, I was proud of her. My goddess had given herself to me. My beautiful Erin had given herself to pleasure I wanted her to experience. She was sobbing as she continued to ride the last part of that wave. I stopped work her body and just held her in silent acknowledgement what she had given me.

"I know baby," I said softly into her ear. "You were so good. So very good Erin."

"Please Justin," she said still half crying. "Push me up. Please."

I did as she asked and watched in awe she slowly pulled herself up off my cock. On shaking limbs, Erin turned around and lowered herself until she was kneeling before me. The front of her body had a light sheen of sweat covering it. She wore a smile that was as bright as any I had ever seen. Her bright blue eyes were soft. My goddess was glowing. Her hand wrapped around my wet cock and stroked me slowly.

"Please Justin," she said gently. "Finish it."

I looked into her eyes and I could see the need in them. In the most literal sense, Erin had let me strip her emotionally and mentally. She let me do it to prove to me beyond any doubt or thought that she was mine. Now, she needed to know that I accepted that precious gift. I held my hand out and she put her free hand in mine. Our fingers interlocked with one another and she stared into my eyes. My goddess Erin Grant looked into my soul ... and made me cum.

"Cumming," I whispered as my cock began to pulse in her hand.

She stroked me gently as she aimed my cock at her chest. Her strength all but gone, Erin could only stroke me slowly with her hand.

"Yes baby," Erin said softly. "Give me your seed."

I let go of holding back and my orgasm hit me hard. My hips thrust up into Erin's hand and I felt my ass tighten up.

"It's ... all ... for ... you ... uugghhh ... UUGGHHH ... UUGGHHH"

Erin's hand was barely moving and her words were very soft, but the orgasm that ripped through me was one of most intense I had ever felt. My body shook and I felt my shaft pulsing against the soft grip of her hand repeatedly as I grunted and moaned through the pleasure. I finally opened my eyes and saw the results. Her tits were covered with my cum. There were a few streaks on her chin and neck. My goddess was smiling softly, quite proud of wearing my seed on her flesh again. My cock spurted a few more times as my orgasm faded, and then Erin reached out to me again. I could see what she wanted in her eyes.

"Please," she whispered. "Again Justin ... again for me."

Erin's words made my balls start churning again. The look in her eyes as she pleaded with me made my cock twitch. I saw her take a deep breath as she leaned down. I felt her velvet lips wrap around my cock and take me deep. In the next instant, my cock was fully inside her mouth and her throat was milking me. She didn't suck. What Erin did was far more intimate. My goddess simply nursed on my cock with her wet mouth. She nursed on my cock to get it to cum again. The hand that held onto mine squeezed as she did so, and I could feel the affection Erin had for me in her grasp. I looked down at her even though I couldn't see her eyes. I looked down at her, squeezed my hand against hers, and felt my cock pulsing gently in her mouth as I came for her. Her throat milked me the entire time. When she knew I was finished, she pulled her head up, looked me straight in the eyes, and smiled softly. I saw a sense of accomplishment in her eyes. I leaned down and pulled her to me, eager to hold my Erin. With her last bit of strength, Erin curled up in my arms and laid her head on my chest. I held her to me.

As I stroked her hair gently, I could hear her whispering repeatedly, "told you ... I'm yours ... for as long as you'll have me ... I'm yours." We stayed together like that for a long time. I knew she needed time to redress emotionally and mentally. I would have given her all night if she wanted to.

Some time later, Erin stirred from her spot. As I leaned down, I took her cheek in my hand, tilted her head up, and kissed her with every ounce of passion I had. My goddess returned the kiss in kind. When our lips parted, I whispered "water" and she nodded. I got up and returned with two glasses of water. She drank hers quickly and smiled when I gave her the second glass.

Looking at me with those incredible blue eyes, Erin softly said "Spa please."

"Yes milady," I replied and went outside.

I opened up the doors on the gazebo and turned on the spa. Before going upstairs, I refilled the empty glass and traded out with the one Erin was holding. I returned again with four towels, setting them on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I then went to the couch, swept Erin up into my arms, and carried her to the hot water that awaited us both. As she sank into the water, I dialed in a soft jazz station on the radio and then joined her. She sat on one side and I slid into the seat next to it. This allowed her to lean back and look at me while she put her feet in my lap. One at a time, I began massaging her feet. My goddess just smiled at me with her eyes. Life was good.

We were in the water for about almost an hour when a mischievous smile crept across Erin's face. I felt her feet playing with my dick, and I looked to see her smiling at me. Her eyes darted down, so mine followed them. I heard her giggle when she felt my cock jerk. Erin's tits had been near the surface of the water the entire time we were in the Jacuzzi, only now she was playing with her nipples. Erin twisted and tugged them, moaning softly the entire time. My goddess was putting on a show for me and my body was giving her the reaction she desired. Her feet continued to work my cock even after I was fully erect. Finally, her hands stopped their efforts and her feet followed suit seconds later. 

Moving slowly, I watched Erin stand up in the spa. As I watched the water fall down her body, I took in the sight of my goddess standing in the Jacuzzi. Erin was five-foot four-inches tall. Her body was one that men and women dream of. Her magnificent breasts stood proud upon her chest. Her body tapered nicely to her waist and then flared back out to her hips. Everything was in perfect proportion. Everything about her oozed both sensuality and sexuality. She owned me with just a look. Erin held out her hand and I scrambled out of the spa to help her step up and out. In silence, she held her arms out as I attentively dried her body. I wrapped that towel around her body and grabbed a second to begin drying her hair. As I finished wrapping her locks in that towel, she spoke.

"Dry yourself, close down the spa for the night, and come inside."

I raced to complete the tasks and walked inside a minute later. As I approached her, Erin took the towel from my body and pointed at the recliner. When I was sitting in it, she first took the towel off her head before dropping the one around her body. She climbed up onto the recliner, placing her legs over the arms which spread her sex wide open. The lips of her sex were puffy, engorged with need. As I sat there staring at her pussy, Erin spoke to me in a hard tone I had never heard her use before.

"See that?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You're going to take your cock and fuck it," she commanded.

I moaned and she responded by leaning down to kiss me. There was little romance in this kiss. All I could feel was a need in her lips. The hunger had consumed her once more. Her mouth was still pressed against mine when she pushed her hips down, grinding her pussy against my dick. I moaned into her mouth at heat of her pussy. Erin returned the moan, matching the tempo of her kissing to the tempo of her cunt dragging along my shaft. Her mouth moved to my ear and I could feel her labored breathing as she leaned up and then grabbed my dick with her right hand. As she rubbed the head up and down her slit, I could feel her pussy respond and start leaking its lubricant in preparation for what was to come. She groaned loudly when she held my cock and pushed down just enough so that her pussy would stretch open to swallow just the head of my cock.

"Do it Justin," she whispered with small pants accompanying her words. "Grip my ass ... pull me down on that meat ... I need to feel ... it stretch its way ... into my cunt."

When my hands grabbed her hips, she moaned and continued her talk.

"Please Justin ... I'll be so ... fucking good to it."

As I pulled her down onto my cock, Erin moaned her approval, "Oh fuck ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

I held her hips fast and arched mine to drive my dick deep. Erin put her hands on my shoulders to gain more leverage and started slowly riding me. Her eyes were closed as if she were concentrating on something. It took seconds for me to figure out what and my goddess was again in my head.

"You feel it ... don't you," she whispered again while panting. "My cunt loves ... being full of your ... fucking cock ... can you feel ... it milking ... sucking ... so hungry for ... your cum."

Erin was riding me with a slow determined pace. She wanted to give me the maximum pleasure she could not only by taking my dick in and out of her hot pussy, but also by sucking on my dick with her hot pussy. The feeling was almost indescribable.

"You like ... my tight pussy ... baby?" she asked while she arched her head back.

"Fuck yes ... I do Erin," I replied as she now had me panting with her.

I felt her lean back, one arm on my leg for support. The other managed to play with my balls which were now wet with her juices.

"You like how ... your balls ... are all sticky ... with my cunt juice?"

"Oh fuck ... I love how ... they feel ... all sticky ... with your ... cunt juice."

Erin continued to grind up and down slowly, rolling her hips to add to the pleasure she was giving me.

"When you ... feed your hot cum ... into my ... greedy pussy ... I'm gonna ... cream it."

I groaned as my hips shot up in an attempt to push my shaft even farther into her. Fuck, she felt exquisite riding me like this.

"Gonna cream ... your dick ... so hard," Erin continued her breathing deep and ragged.

"So close ... Erin," I replied, my breathing just as ragged. "So fucking ... close baby."

Her voice was barely a whisper when she said, "Hold me ... down on ... your cock baby ... wanna feel ... that dick pulse ... inside me."

I wrapped my arms around her back and hooked my hands over her shoulders. Pulling her down as hard as I could, Erin groaned loudly. Her legs were still over the arms of chair and it spread her pussy open perfectly. Erin moved forward again and looked down into my eyes. In those beautiful blue orbs I saw affection and desire. I saw love and lust. I saw hunger and need. I saw all those things and I felt my cock swell ever more. Erin felt it too.

"Yes baby ... fill me ... cum in me...cum in my wet pussy"

I started grunting as my hips pushed up against her.

"Oh fuck ... so close ... gonna fill ... you up."

My arms held Erin tight against me as I pumped up into her. I wanted to hold back until I couldn't any more. I wanted to hold back and then cum so fucking hard inside my goddess. Erin wasn't having any of that as my goddess continued her pleas.

"Come on ... you fucker ... do it"

I was so close, but I wanted to hear Erin push me over the edge. My goddess wrapped her arms tight around me. With her mouth at my ear, she snapped the last bit of resistance that was holding me back.

"Do it Justin ... cum in ... your whore," she said as everything went white.

My hips shot up and my arms pulled her down as hard as I could. My brain barely registered that Erin's body was shaking, that she was cumming with me. However, Erin did not stop. She kept right on pushing me.

"Fill me up ... take me ... please baby ... cumming ... with you."




My Education Ch. 03



I could feel Erin's orgasm. Her pussy was clenching down hard and her fluids were soaking my cock, my balls, and my thighs. My goddess moved her head just enough to kiss me deeply. I returned her kiss and I knew I loved Erin with every fiber of my being.

It was a long time before either of us moved. It was almost one in the morning when we finally uncoupled from one another. Erin smiled at me when I picked her up and carried her upstairs. We crawled upstairs to my bedroom. With Erin curled up against me, we fell asleep in minutes.

* * * * * * * *

The next morning, I awoke to find Erin staring at me. The smile she wore told me she enjoyed watching me sleep as much as I had enjoyed watching her sleep. We got up, showered, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

"I have a question," she said.

"Shoot."

"Sarah and I had lunch this week. I know you two are close ..."

Before I could speak, she held her finger to my lips and continued.

"... I also know that I don't feel threatened by her. It's almost as if you two are family. Why?"

I took a deep breath, asked Sherman to set the Wayback Machine to four years, and started the story of Sarah.

Sarah didn't exactly grow up in the best home. Her mother worked nights while her father worked days. Her parents were distant but not rude. Sarah spent a lot of time over at my house, having dinner with us so often that she was a part of the family. Later we would learn that her father drank a lot when he came home, prompting him to yell at Sarah for minor things. She would always stay late at our house, often sleeping the night. My parents loved her dearly, and never said a thing. 

Things changed between the summer that was between her Junior and Senior years and my Freshman and Sophomore years. Sarah disappeared for nearly five weeks. No one saw her or heard from her at all. Calls to her house went unanswered and messages were not returned. I went to her house constantly but to no avail. My parents even tried to get a hold of them, but there was nothing. I had almost given up until she literally woke me up out of a dead sleep. I always left my window open and Sarah had snuck in well after midnight. Curled up on my floor, she was sleeping soundly. I took my blanket and laid it over her before returning to my bed where I watched her throughout the night. She woke up a few times, and I could hear her crying softly. As much as I wanted to reach out to her, something told me to let her be. That just coming here was taking everything she had and that if I didn't let her come to me on her terms, I might never see her again. Eventually, I fell asleep and when I woke up Sarah was gone. The blanket and pillow were folded neatly on my desk. The next night, I left the pillow and blanket out. That night, I woke up around 2AM and found her curled up sleeping once more. This continued for a week, before I finally heard her say something as she left.

"Help me," Sarah whispered so softly I could barely make out what she was saying.

The time had come to act. That night, I left the blanket and pillow out as before. This time though, I stayed up the entire night. When she woke up and left that morning, I followed her. Eventually, she arrived at a mobile home complex that was in the next city. If she were living here, then she would be attending a different school. James, her father, left for work, but there was no sign of Sarah. I approached the mobile home, and slowly circled around it. Although the shower was running, Sarah's sobbing could be clearly heard. Moving around the back, I found the sliding glass door unlocked. I went in and made my way to the bathroom. The door was cracked and in the mirror, I could see Sarah's back. There were bruises all over legs and arms. I quickly moved to her room and found the bed in complete disarray. The door had been broken in and was hanging by the top hinge. There was one other thing odd. Sarah's mother was nowhere to be found. My stomach was turning as I began to realize what was going on. I went to the kitchen to check on one last thing. Although I hoped and prayed against it, the garbage contained something I knew I would find: empty bottles of alcohol. Whiskey to be specific.

I left the mobile home before Sarah got out of the shower. I noticed two kids a little younger than me coming out of the mobile home next to Sarah's and they waved hello. I went over to them and began chatting with them. I heard their stomachs growl so I offered to treat them to Denny's if they would tell me about their new neighbors. They hesitated, so I suggested a compromise: instead of going with a stranger to Denny's, they could meet there if they wanted to. They walked in the door three minutes after I did. During breakfast, the kids informed me that they had moved in a little over a month ago. They often heard yelling and what sounded like fighting coming from the place. They would have called the cops but that the girl who lived there assured them that everything was all right. When the brother went to the bathroom, the girl asked me if I was a friend of Sarah's. I told her I was and she immediately asked me if I was going to stop Sarah from getting hurt any more. I promised her that Sarah would be safe from now on.

After breakfast, I called my parents to let them know I was okay and that I would be home late. I spent the day watching the place from a distance and contemplating my options. At the time, I had just achieved my 3rd Degree Brown Belt in American Kenpo as well as a green belt in Jujutsu. It's what happens when two of your friends' fathers are instructors in the martial arts. I could have probably beaten the man within an inch of his life, but sooner or later he would have gotten out. When he did, Sarah would be no better off. I didn't know where Sarah's mother was, and if Sarah had the strength to speak out she would have by now. There was only one choice. I was going to have to deal with Sarah's father permanently.

Eventually, her dad came home and I waited about fifteen minutes before moving back near the unit. At first, everything was quiet; too quiet. As time wore on, I could hear the old man getting louder and louder. I knew Sarah was scared and I wished I could let her know that it was going to end tonight. Unfortunately, I needed him drunk just not too drunk. By the tone of his voice, I knew he was getting closer to where I needed him. I went over to the neighbors and knocked on the door. The two kids I talked to earlier answered the door. I told them to call 911 and say that an older man was beating up a kid. The brother hesitated, but the young girl immediately ran to the phone. I moved back towards Sarah's trailer. I wanted to wait a little longer, but when I heard him call for the "little whore" to come take him to bed, I knew the time had come. I went to the front door and started ringing the doorbell repeatedly. The door flew open and he asked me "what the fuck I wanted." I stared at him, but I didn't answer him. He repeated his question but he said it with far more volume this time. Again, I didn't say anything but I stared at him. He yelled his question, but I remained silent.

Finally, he asked, "What the fuck I was looking at?"

"Nothing," I replied.

"What the fuck did you say?" he yelled.

I just smiled as I said, "I am looking at nothing."

"Someone needs to knock some sense into you boy," he said.

"You mean a _real_ man like you?" I asked still grinning.

"What did you just say?"

"I asked if you meant that a real man like you should knock some sense into me. I mean after all, it takes a real man to slap Sarah around the way you do."

"Mind your own fucking business," he said taking a step towards me.

"Or what?" I asked laughing. "You gonna knock me around the way you do your little girl?"

That finally pushed him far enough but I saw the swing coming. I blocked it easily and laughed at him.

"Is that it?" I asked while laughing.

I saw the next swing coming too. He put his body into this one, but it didn't matter. The men who shared their art with me had prepared me for this type of situation. Again, I blocked his blow, but this time I slapped open-palm across the face. I continued to taunt him and I could see the anger building in his eyes.

"Did all that time spent slapping a girl around made you forget how to hit like man?"

He swung again and I deflected the blow this one final time.

"Is that it you fucking sissy? You're not even trying."

His eyes said it all. He was enraged. This swing was faster than the others were and harder. I moved to avoid the brunt of the blow, but let it strike my shoulder. The force it knocked me back a few feet.

"Watch your fuckin` mouth boy," he snarled.

"Big talk from a man that spends his time beating up girls," I snapped back. "You're pathetic."

He screamed as he cursed at me and swung another time. So very much of me wanted to launch into this sorry excuse for a man and beat him senseless. But I had plan. I needed him to be out of control when the cops arrived. I needed him to be beating me. Therefore, I let it connect. The force of the blow knocked me to the ground. My tongue licked my wet lips and I tasted blood. He stood a few feet away and watched me stand up. There was rage in his eyes. He was almost where I needed him.

As I wiped the blood from my mouth, he said, "That'll teach you boy. Now go home before you really get hurt."

I just laughed.

"Is that it?" I said incredulously. "Is that the best you have? I know girls that can hit harder than you can."

He swung again and this one had his whole body behind it. It knocked me to my knees and then he shoved me off the porch. There was pain, but I couldn't stop now. He was almost there. I felt sweat running down over my left eye, blurring my vision. It wasn't sweat. It was blood. This was good, but I needed more. I got up and laughed at him. I could see the rage building.

Staggering to my feet, I laughed while saying, "You hit like a faggot."

I saw the rage in his eyes as he pulled his arm back. This one was going to hurt. I just laughed as he swung at me. The hit knocked me back against his car. It required some effort to lean against the vehicle and stay on my feet. I looked down the driveway and could make out a police car coming down the paved road inside the trailer park. Who says there's isn't a cop around when you want one?

"You fucking homo," I said while continuing to laugh.

The next hit came to my gut and it dropped me to the ground. Knowing the reaction it would have, I continued to taunt him with words like 'fag' and 'homo'. I put my arms in front of my face just in time. His foot connected with my left arm and the force of the knocked me over. I looked up and saw the police car accelerating. I rolled back to my other side and tried to get back up. The pain shooting through my shoulder prevented me from getting up, but I kept my focus on the goal. I kept my focus on my friend. I managed to make a few more comments before his next kick connected with my ribs. The blow knocked the wind out of me. He didn't stop and I didn't want him to. Additional kicks came and I would have screamed out in pain if I could have drawn in any air. I heard the car doors open and I curled up into a ball as people started yelling, but the man kept kicking me. He landed additional blows to my arms and legs and I was beginning fade in and out of consciousness as the cops pulled him off me. The last thing I remember was Sarah holding me and telling me to hang on.

I woke up the next day in the hospital. My parents were there and they stayed as the doctor informed me of the damage. The blow to my left arm could have broken it, but the doctor told me I was lucky. The bone was cracked, and the force of the blows had dislocated my shoulder. I was fortunate that there was no internal bleeding, but I had bruises all over my face and body. The worst of it was that I had two cracked ribs. The doctor informed us there were two detectives that wanted to talk to me. My father asked him to have them wait. My parents looked at me and I answered their unspoken question. I told them everything that had happened the day before, including the discovery of the bruises on Sarah's body and the fact that it was obvious that she was either unable or unwilling to go the police. My dad smiled and I knew he understood the rationale of my decision to goad her dad into attacking me. As a minor, no one had any say in his prosecution and Sarah wouldn't have to get involved. He would have a lot to answer for. Neither of them was particularly happy with my methods, but they both understood the logic of it.

There was a knock at the door and then Sarah walked in. She looked at me and I thought she was going to cry. Sarah started to apologize but my mom just walked over to her and hugged her. Sarah broke down completely and I had to believe everyone in the hospital could hear her crying. Eventually, she calmed down and looked at both of my parents. There was no judgment there, just acceptance. She hugged my father before coming around the bed to sit in a chair next to me. She stammered through an apology, but I cut her off. Eventually, my dad let the cops in. My parents stayed silent as I told my story. Of course, I left out the taunting. Not that it really mattered. I was 15 years old. He would be going to prison. The only question that remained was for how long. It was a question that I didn't have to ponder for long.

After taking a deep breath and grabbing my hand, Sarah gave a statement to the detectives. It started the ball rolling. Fortunately, my father dealt with legal issues a lot. At his urging, the DA requested that the courtroom sessions be closed and all records be sealed. The judge agreed. Hell, even the Public Defender agreed and given her reaction to Sarah's testimony, it was obvious that she didn't want to handle the case at all. Sarah ended up repeating her story two more times, but the public at large would never hear her testimony.

Sarah's mother had gone to Europe four months earlier to help to her sick mother. She had always been the responsible one and kept her husband out of trouble, especially from Sarah's uncle Bob. Bob was her dad's younger brother, and he had spent more years in prison than out. I met the man once, and just the look of him sent chills down my spine. He reminded me a lot of Johnny Ringo from "Tombstone". Not one month had passed after Sarah's mother had left before Bob got his brother to back him a stupid stock market deal that ended up going south fast. Even worse, Bob got his older brother drunk and then had him sign power of attorney papers over for their house, which Bob immediately sold. Of course, Bob disappeared with the money, leaving James to relocate to the mobile home they were now living in. During all of this, Bob had threatened to kill Sarah if she tried to contact anyone for help, especially her mother. The move had such an impact on James, that he hit Sarah when she tried to contact her mother to let her know what was going on. Depressed and guilty, Sarah's father turned to alcohol.

Then four weeks before Sarah showed up in my room, everything really went down hill. In a drunken stupor, he mistook Sarah for her mother. When she locked her door, he kicked it down and raped his own daughter. Sarah had told me that her father had done similar things to her mother, but since her mother never said anything, Sarah left it alone. Of course, her father apologized profusely the next morning and promised it would never happen again. Given everything that had happened, Sarah was fearful for the future of her family. For the good of her family, she decided to let this incident slide. She felt guilty over it and as much as she wanted to contact me, she didn't think she could ever face me. One week later, James got overly drunk and raped her again. By the end of the third week, he was forcing himself on Sarah every other night. The man stayed partially sober to get through his job at the docks. Outside of that, he drank constantly. Fortunately, Sarah decided to sneak out after he passed out to go to the one place she believed could feel safe: my house.

With her father in jail, Sarah was able to contact her mother. Jill immediately caught the first flight home. My parents met her at the airport and explained everything to her. Sarah's mother was a really champ. She was there for her daughter. James was sentenced to 30 years in prison, but he only served two. Once the prison population found out why he was in prison, James learned what it was like to be raped. He eventually committed suicide in prison. My uncle Mike took Jill onboard his company as a clerk in the accounting group and even sold her a car at a deeply discounted price.

Returning to the present ...

"Where is Sarah's mother now?" Erin asked.

"She died two years ago from cancer. Jill was diagnosed with ovarian cancer right after Sarah graduated from high school. She worked for Mike for two years before her health deteriorated to a point where she couldn't work any more. While Mike's company has stellar benefits, the health plan just didn't cover every medicine and treatment the doctors prescribed. Sarah worked hard to help with bills, but there was little anyone could do. She lived for almost two years before passing. The only positive thing there is that there is no history of it in her family and the doctors believe it had more to do with environmental factors, so Sarah doesn't have to worry about hereditary issues."

"So that's why she didn't start college right after high school," Erin said softly.

"There's one last thing," I added with a sigh. "Sarah's relationships with men have been poor at best. Most of them see her body and just want to fuck her. She just went along with it until one guy decided to share her with his good friend before they left for college. It was right after her mom passed away and the ass took advantage of her to get her to go along with it. She hasn't dated a man since. She has had a few girlfriends though."

Erin just stared at me and said, "The way she acts, one would never know she has been through any of that."

"Yup," I said.

"But you two never ..."

"No, we never. In high school, I was like every other red-blooded male and found myself very much in lust with her. We became friends and it didn't take long for me to see how much it ate at her to only be seen for her body and nothing more. I promised myself I would never take advantage of someone like that. We drifted into our friendship my sophomore year, and I have viewed her like a sister ever since."

Hugging me tight, Erin said, "Thanks for telling me."

She kissed me and said it was time for breakfast. Erin asked me to get her bag while she started breakfast. The conversation was light and mostly dealt with some of the tasks that were coming up that week. I did take the opportunity to ask Erin something that had been bothering me.

I took the plates and started to clean up after our meal, while Erin said she would go start a shower. I finished loading the dishwasher quickly, but decided against starting it. Somehow, I believed our shower would require all the water the available. I stepped into the shower to find that Erin had the water just right. I stepped under the water and felt a slight rush of air as Erin stepped out. This shower was incredible. There were dual shower controls and each one had two height-adjustable rain showerheads. Each control had a hand shower wand but for now, I was enjoying the feeling of warm rain falling down around my body. The four showerheads could be adjusted to spray hot water down onto the central area of the shower. It was relaxing to have that water raining down on me.

I felt the cold rush of air and knew Erin had rejoined me. She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my body, sharing the rain with me. As good as that water felt, having her arms around me with her magnificent breasts pressed against my back felt even better.




My Education Ch. 03



"Thank you for this," I said softly. "I can't imagine a better way to have broken in the townhouse."

"Good," she said. "But you're not done yet."

"Yes we are," I whispered while kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"No," she said in a soft voice. "I said 'you're not done yet'."

Confused, I tried to understand her meaning. The satisfied throbbing in my balls said that I was more than satisfied with the previous night's events.

She continued, but in that softer, almost innocent sounding voice.

"Cause your professor made herself promise about breaking your new place in. She promised herself she'd make you pop four times."

Drained as I still was, the innocent sounding tone she was using was causing a reaction.

"You came all over her tits. Did she ever tell you how much she likes that Justin? Did she?"

I felt her hand reach around and find my cock. Erin moaned when she found it already growing hard.

"And she loves it when you shoot in her mouth or throat," she whispered with that soft innocent tone. "Do you know that your naughty professor would drink your cum any time ... any where?" 

She felt my cock responding to her words and the touch of her fingers. Her fingers were wet. No, they were slick.

"And of course she's told you how right it feels to have your cock shooting its seed deep inside her pussy. She's never gonna tire of that. No, no, no."

I felt her slowly stroking my cock, and although the shower was wet, there was still something I couldn't place about how slick her hand felt.

"And occasionally, when you've been a good boy," she said standing up on her toes. "And you've been such a very good boy to your professor this weekend."

Then it hit me. Her hand was coating my dick with lube.

Erin whispered, "And when you've been such a really good boy, she'll look you right in the eyes and tell you ... she loves it when you take her ass."

With that, she stood near the wall of the shower and pointed up at the showerhead. I moved it to send the hot water down the wall of the shower and the watched Erin lean forward. Water was partially running down over her body and I could feel my dick twitching at the sight. When I saw her hand reach down between her legs, I needed no further encouragement. I stepped up and spread her cheeks. She whimpered as I slowly sank my cock into her tight hole. Even lubed, I realized this was something that was pushing her limits. She groaned when the head of my cock slid into her. Even lubed, her ass still gripped my cock harder than anything I had ever felt. Three minutes later, I was stroking in and out of her when the first orgasm hit her. When she recovered, my goddess began a lovely stream of obscenities that drove me wild. With my hands on her hips, I pounded her. With her fingers still working her clit, she built herself with me until finally I could no longer hold back. Erin screamed with me as I came with a roar. Her ass literally squeezed the cum out of me. It was glorious.

We cleaned up and then washed each other tenderly. Once we were out of the shower, we went downstairs and started working. She worked on her school work and I worked on mine. Just before one o`clock, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and Sarah walked in carrying Chinese. She and Erin exchanged hellos as if they were the best of friends. After lunch, Erin handed me a pad of paper and a pen. Sarah and I followed her to the unfinished master bedroom where Erin told Sarah that her room would be finished in early June.

"My room?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," Erin replied matter-of-factly. "I figure your rent and utilities combined will be about half of what you are paying now."

Sarah was just staring at her.

"We talked about this," Erin said. "And this townhouse is going to need a woman's touch. But for now, let's start with how you would like your room to be painted."

Sarah hugged Erin tightly and looked at me while saying, "Your girlfriend is something else."

"Yes she is," I replied.

As Erin and Sarah discussed her new room, I took notes for Erin to give to the contractors who would be performing the work. I would later learn that Erin and Sarah had discussed the possibility of Sarah moving in when they had lunch earlier in the week. Sarah had renewed her lease for another 18 months this past January, but evidently Allison was good friends with the Vice-President of the complex's management company. Sarah would be let out of her lease at the end of June. I didn't want to spoil the moment by asking, but I believed that for the first time since her mom passed away that Sarah felt as if there was someone other than me that she could call family. She loved my parents and they adored her, but there were some things she would never confide in them. There were things about Sarah that no one in our group knew save me. They didn't stop with Sarah's bedroom and two hours had passed before the two had gone over all of the unfinished rooms. Sarah was even going to help Erin choose flooring and carpeting plus the game room on the fourth floor, and what we needed for the backyard. Before she left, Erin gave me a small bag to give to Sarah. With a quick kiss, my goddess was out the door and I joined Sarah on the couch. She was just staring blankly at the wall.

"I think," she started. "I finally have a place to call home."

I opened the bag Erin gave me and found a set of keys and a garage door remote similar to mine.

Handing them to Sarah, I said, "Nope. You definitely have a place to call home."

When she saw the contents of the bag, her eyes immediately started watering. Sarah curled up the couch, putting her feet up against my left thigh. Knowing she would sleep more soundly like this than in any bed, I grabbed the remote and turned on a movie. About five, she woke up and we finished the night by grabbing some pizza for dinner then working on homework.

* * * * * * * *

The next week was extremely busy. In addition to my course load, many things took up my time. Somehow, I managed to find some time to run three times a week in the morning and I went to the campus gym to start working out on weights. For the job, I had to review the specifications of the some of the equipment that would be coming in and installed in the lab. We were going to be working on studying the interaction of eight different drugs on the various biomolecules within the human body. While the range of biomolecules includes many substances, the project we were assigned would focus on the interaction of these drugs with three specific groups of biomolecules: amino acids and their corresponding proteins; nucleic acids, which are more commonly known as DNA and RNA; and the various hormones within the human body. The ultimate goal of the project was to better understand these relationships in the hope of not only creating better treatments for patients, but also the improving the psychological impact of those treatments on patients. The research was going to require the expertise of a molecular biologist, a medical doctor, a psychologist or a psychiatrist, and some serious research effort.

As a bonus for me, the project would require a tremendous amount of molecular modeling. This was going to need serious computing horsepower, probably relying on a high-end multi-processor system from IBM or Silicon Graphics. My uncle Mike owned a mid-sized engineering firm that employed just over 200 engineers, utilizing a number of software packages including both the CATIA and Pro/Engineer CAD software. In addition to performing outsourced engineering work for the aerospace and automotive industries, they often provided testimony in court cases requiring expertise in various areas of engineering.

In high school, I worked part-time on evenings and weekends maintaining their Silicon Graphics workstations and file servers. My mom's brother was very good to our family, employing my older sister and me during our high school years. When I was assigned to help their full-time Unix Administrator, I received a lot of training over three years, most of which revolved around the administration of those workstations. Of course, it didn't hurt that my mom also had a cousin that worked for Silicon Graphics either. Mike's firm received great pricing on the systems, their maintenance costs, and my training.

I mentioned my experience with these systems during a meeting with Professor Grant and Professor Kevin Fisher, which resulted in their leaning towards a Silicon Graphics server for the department's high-end computing needs. Professor Fisher was an experienced Unix Administrator and was in charge of all computer assets within the Chemistry Department. He was very enthusiastic over the possibility of utilizing such a system. When I stated that I had a relative who worked for Silicon Graphics, both professors asked me if I would discreetly inquire about pricing for the system. We then discussed the budget for the computer side of the equipment and we agreed to meet next week regarding what information if any I might have at that time.

I called my cousin Dave at Silicon Graphics on Wednesday. Dave was the eldest son of my mom's oldest brother and he was nine years older than I was. I hadn't seen Dave since last summer when I went up for training. He was a senior sales engineer at that time, so I had some hope that he might be able to help a bit with the pricing. The conversation lasted less than five minutes, mostly due to people that kept coming into his office. I gave Dave the specifics of what we were looking to do and he said that he would stop by while he was down this upcoming weekend for the funeral for my grandmother.

Erin came by that night around eleven and we were up until just after one in the morning. My goddess was hungry and I did my best to keep her smiling. She came over again on Friday and I told her a great deal about my grandmother. I wished she could have met Erin before she passed and I vowed that someday I would take Erin to her grave for an introduction. Erin opened up on how the deaths of her grandparents affected her, before heading to bed. I would like to say that we just curled up and slept, but I was 19 and just being next to Erin was enough to get me hard. She made me cum twice, once with her mouth and then by riding me. She came twice on top of me, never saying a word while staring deeply into my eyes. I slept so deeply that night and Erin had to wake me up the next morning. She joined me in the shower and gave me another quick blowjob before sending me out the door. I hoped that I would never tire of seeing my goddess wet and naked.

The arrangements were nice, and I know my grandmother would have been pleased. Every one of her kids and most of their kids had shown up. There were four of us grandkids who couldn't make it: two were studying abroad and two were serving in the Navy. It was good to see family even if it wasn't for the best reasons. Even my younger brother John was in rare form. As everyone was leaving for the night, Dave informed me that he wouldn't be flying back up until late Monday night, so he asked if he could come by the school to discuss the proposal he had worked up. I agreed and we arranged to have an early lunch on Monday before meeting with Professor Fisher and Professor Grant.

Dave met me for lunch at the pub on campus. His title had changed since last summer and now he was in charge of all sales engineering, answering directly to the Vice President of Sales for the United States. Dave had taken the opportunity to share his proposal with his boss who liked the idea of the good press that would come with having their computer involved in the research we were doing. In the end, we were going to get 16-processor Origin supercomputer with the latest visualization system and two high-end Onyx systems for development. All of which would going to come in for over $1,000,000 under the targeted budget Professor Grant had given me. When I inquired, all Dave would tell me was that the school was getting a "deep" discount.

Professor Grant was extremely grateful for the generosity Dave had arranged and Professor Fisher was thrilled at the platform we were going to be receiving. In addition, Dave had managed to contact several software vendors on our behalf and got them signed onboard for similar discounts with their solutions. As I walked Dave to his car, he discussed one last thing with me. He asked what I was doing with the money my grandmother had left me. I said I was going to invest it because my job was covering my school costs.

"I would never say this in front of the boss," Dave said. "But buy Dell and hold it for a year. Trust me on this. Even after taxes, you'll double your money or better."

"Thanks Dave," I replied. "I will. And thanks for the pricing."

"Family comes first Justin. I'll see you in a few months for training on the new system."

It was no secret that Dave also played the stock market. He was very successful at it. Over the years, a few family members had asked him for investment advice. No one had ever been disappointed with his suggestions. I made mention of it to Erin that night, hoping she would know someone in the field. The next night, I had dinner with Cristina and Erin. While she was a lawyer first, Cristina also traded stocks. She agreed with Dave's advice on Dell and recommended to Erin that she should invest some as well. The next night, I got a phone call from Cristina explaining that Dell shares were at $41.00 and asked me how much I wanted to buy. Dave's comment about family coming first was something my father had always instilled into us as kids. I put my trust in what Dave said and told Cristina to buy 1,000 shares. The next day was Thursday so after my morning class, I went to the bank and withdrew $42,000 as a cashier's check to the company name Cristina had given me. Erin went with me as we both dropped off checks to her.

I spent some time that week monitoring the progress of the work being done on the townhouse. A phone call to Uncle Don gave me the inside scoop on the contractor Erin had hired. Don said that she had made an excellent choice and he expected no problems. He gave me a list of things to keep watch on and told me to call him if I had any questions. Don was Dave's father and like all my mom's siblings, he was always there for family. 

Another surprise came that later in that week. The general tone in the campus gym wasn't too my liking, so I looked outside the school for a place to work out. Fortunately, there was another gym located right next to campus and students received a great discount in membership dues. The proximity gave me the option of being able to go in early before school or in the evening after classes. I went for mornings because it seemed like the best option to avoid the large amounts of people. On Wednesday morning while I was doing my last set on the bench press, I heard a familiar voice.

"So how did your exam work out?"

Looking up above me, I saw the familiar face of Officer Coles.

"Officer Coles," I said standing up. "It's good to see you again."

"You can call me Debra," she said extending her hand. "Your exam?"

"Oh yeah. Professor Grant gave me extra time to complete the exam. I ended up getting a 100 on it."

"Good to hear my time was well spent," she said with a grin. "Think you'd mind spotting a girl?"

"It would be the least I could after your help with my final exam," I replied.

I spent the next hour working out with Debra Coles. Actually, I spent the next hour working hard to keep up with Debra Coles. The woman was not only strong but had quite a bit of endurance. I ended up quitting the treadmill before she did. Like me, she lived rather close to the gym and didn't bother to bring her street clothes with her. She asked me what days I worked out. I told her that I would be here Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. She said she would see me on Friday morning and before I could respond, she was in her car and driving off. Sure enough, Debra was at the gym on Friday morning and I spent just over an hour going through various machines and exercises with her. We talked during our sets and I learned that she was 34 years old, separated while going through a divorce, and had three kids. One daughter who was fourteen and twins that were ten years old, with one boy and one girl. Her story was slightly different from Erin's, but when you boiled away the details it was another case of one man who wanted a younger woman. I really couldn't see why. Debra was five-foot seven-inches tall, blonde-hair, soft green eyes, a great smile, and a terrific body. She wore clothes that hid most of it in the gym, but as we walked to the car on Friday, she took off her sweatshirt that covered the sport shirt underneath. There wasn't a part of Debra's body that wasn't cut and tone: arms, abs, and legs. Filling out her sport shirt was a nice set of breasts. Debra's body was positively jaw dropping.

"Wow," I said before I realized I had spoken out loud. "Sorry, I just couldn't stop myself."

"Thanks," she said spinning around 360. "I'd like to think all that hard work might turn a head or two. Not bad for a gal who's 34."

"Try not bad for a gal who's 24," I said while admiring her.

"What a nice thing to say," she said before leaning up and kissing me on the cheek. "Plus, I rather like the way you look at me. That's why I asked you to spot me. Most men leer or stare. You look at me like I'm a treasure."

"Well you are ..." I started.

"Don't even try to say another word. That is the nicest thing I have heard in a long time, so I am going to keep the thought all weekend long. Have a great weekend Justin."

"You too Debra," I said as she got in her car.

That weekend was the one before the first round of midterm exams. I studied hard all weekend and Erin did her part to keep me well fed and relaxed from Friday night until Sunday morning. Sarah joined us for breakfast, showing up at just the right time. The girls revealed that they were getting together for dinner at least once a week, and I was amazed at how quickly they were acting like best friends. The inside jokes and silent communication would have been annoying if I hadn't know each of them so well. Sunday was entirely a day of study with Heidi and Tony joining Sarah and me for a day of cramming. Monday morning, I went to the gym looking forward to working out and working off some of the pre-exam stress. Debra was kind enough to work me hard but not work me to the point of exhaustion. She also recommended some protein supplement powders to add to shakes to help my recovery between workouts. I was nineteen, but I wasn't above accepting the advice of someone who clearly knew what she was doing. All of the kids were brought up not to judge a book by its cover, but Uncle Don and Uncle Mike made certain I never underestimated someone because of their appearance. That night, I stopped by a local market that specialized in healthy foods and products. I purchased a few of the items from Debra's list and tried them out when I got home. When I woke up the next morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the routine soreness in my muscles was not there at all.

On Wednesday, another surprise came 30 minutes before my first exam that week. I received a call from Professor Grant and she asked me to come to her office before heading over for my exam. When I got there, she was waiting for me and slowly locked the door to make certain no one in the hall heard the click. She turned and with a huge grin on her face, she undid my jeans and lowered them down my legs.

"This is for you Mr. Rhodes," she said in that professor tone that always drove me wild. "I want you to be in the perfect mindset when you take your exam. Since you don't have much time Mr. Rhodes, don't hold back."

She pushed me back onto the same couch that we shared that first night and opened her blouse. By the time she was on her knees in front of me, I was already hard. Professor Grant went to work on my cock with that exquisite stroking-sucking technique. As if I could ever hold back against such pleasure. Only seven repetitions of her hand and mouth working me had on the verge of orgasm. As she took my dick deep into her mouth, I let my head fall back as my hips pushed up. My goddess used her mouth and throat to milk the cum from my balls. When I was done cumming, she licked and sucked me clean before pulling back to give me room to stand up. When I did, she stayed on her knees and tucked me back into my clothes. Then she stood up and kissed me deeply. 




My Education Ch. 03



When she pulled back, she whispered, "So long as you continue to excel in your course work, you keep getting this before every exam."

"Thank you Professor Grant," I whispered.

"You can thank me on Friday. After a week of giving you blowjobs, I am going to be so wound up that I will need you to fuck me senseless."

"As you wish," I said while bowing. 

Erin was right and my mind was very clear during the exam. I finished with time to spare. The same thing occurred on Thursday and on Friday. I had four exams that week, but I was completely focused while I took them. Friday evening I found out that I had done very well on all four exams. Professor Grant stopped by my office to inform me that I scored over 90% on all of them, with my lowest grade being 93%. Evidently, my role on the research grant had all of my professors keeping Professor Grant informed immediately on my scholastic performance. Before leaving, she mouthed 'nine sharp and be in your bed waiting for me'. Fortunately, Heidi and Tony were going to a concert tonight so I wouldn't have to worry about coming up with a reason for not going out with them. Sarah was working the entire weekend. That left me with two nights and two days to spend with my goddess.

On the way home, I went to the store and stocked up on groceries. There was a candle store in the shopping center, so I went in and bought a large number of candles. The woman who was running the shop was very helpful. The combination of her demeanor and the scents from the candles had me completely at ease. I told her I was spending the next couple of nights with someone very special and she spent almost an hour educating me on candles. In the end, she recommended a variety of scents that all used pure essential oils. Unlike candles that used synthetic fragrances, these candles wouldn't bother my nose. The ones with perfumes always made me sneeze. Erin had been so generous to me this week; I wanted to spoil her for a couple days to show my appreciation. Upon my arrival at home, I started the barbeque and threw a steak on the grill while I put everything away. Somehow, I thought I would need the protein. I had some rice, greens, and a blueberry smoothie. 

At nine o'clock sharp, I heard the garage door open and the car pulled into the garage. I had arranged eight candles around the room, emphasizing the scents of Jasmine and Ylang Ylang. I heard the door open and looked up to see Erin enter. She was wearing an outfit comprised entirely of black fishnet. There was a body suit made of a smaller mesh that covered most of her body. It had straps that went over her shoulders and the front came down to just below her waist, leaving her pussy was completely uncovered. Her legs were adorned in fishnet thigh-high stockings. Combined with the fishnet body suit, the outfit served only to highlight her exposed sex. To top it off, Erin was wearing black pumps with a four-inch heel and straps that went up her calves. I looked up to see her staring at me. There was neither grin nor smile. Her lips wore a bright red lip stick. She didn't speak, but then she didn't have to. The look in her eyes said only one thing: you're dead. I was amped up waiting for her, but the sight of my goddess in that outfit looking at me in that manner had my cock twitching.

She walked over the bed without saying a single word. Climbing onto the bed, Erin maneuvered into position over my face. Looking up, I saw that she was extremely aroused. Her pussy was already wet and her lips were full. I felt her breasts against my stomach as she leaned forward. Erin breathed out slowly and I could feel the warm air against my shaft. Slowly, she parted her legs further and sank lower to bring her pussy to my mouth. I could smell her arousal, and the musky scent of her pussy quickly drowned out the scent from the candles. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pulled her pussy to my mouth and buried my tongue in her. Erin moaned loudly at the touch of my tongue and began slowly grinding her sex against my mouth. Her juices were flowing freely and within seconds my mouth and chin were wet. I could feel her breathing hard against my dick as she moaned. I continued to pleasure her with my mouth. When she pushed back and put her clit at my lips, I pulled her button into my mouth and sucked gently. I wrapped my tongue around her clit and nursed on it.

After a few minutes, she moved forward and pushed her lips to mine. I opened my mouth to accept her gift, burying my tongue inside her. The taste was intoxicating. Wrapping my lips around her entire sex, I sucked hard enough to let her feel me pull her pussy lips into my mouth. Erin was moaning loudly now. She pushed back to offer her clit to me again, and I responded by working her button as best I could. When I sucked it into my mouth, Erin took my dick into her mouth and sucked hard. I moaned into her sex, and she responded in kind. She pulled back and took a deep breath before taking me fully into her mouth. Her mouth and throat were performing that exquisite milking action she knew so well. I groaned into her pussy and sucked her clit hard into my mouth. Erin's body responded and I felt a fresh wave of juices wash over my mouth. I doubled my efforts and held her down hard against my face. Erin pulled my cock out of her mouth and I pushed her body up enough to take in a deep breath of air. I pulled her down hard against my mouth, burying my tongue into her soaking pussy. Her clit was rubbing against my chin and she groaned loudly. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and worked her sex hard. I knew my goddess was close to orgasm and her mouth had me close as well. She took me deep into her mouth once more and started working my cock feverishly with her sweet stroking-sucking technique. If my goddess wanted me to cum in her mouth as she came in mine, she was going to get her desire.

I felt her body began to shake and I just continued working her pussy, licking and sucking. I focused everything I had onto her orgasm. I pushed my face into her sex, burying my tongue as far into her as I could while grinding my chin against her clit. My hands held her down against my mouth, which allowed me to feel her shaking grow. I felt her mouth and hand working my cock harder and harder. My balls began to tighten up and I felt my hips lift off the bed pushing into her mouth. I felt the warmth of flesh against my thighs, but knew I was mistaken. I felt sweat on my arms and realized that my goddess had me so worked up, that I my body temperature was rising. I pushed her up to take in a quick breath and my goddess continued to work my cock. Erin began humping her hips against me, causing her pussy grind down into my mouth. My body screamed for oxygen, but I would not let my goddess down. I sucked hard and felt her body begin to spasm. Then my goddess came. Her hips were thrashing about, grinding her pussy against my face and she was moaning loudly.

Wait, she was moaning loudly? But her mouth was still working my cock and working it hard. Two microseconds later, the realization hit me like a freight train. I had felt flesh against my thighs. As if to confirm this, I felt a pair of tits push against my thighs while two arms wrapped around my body. My dick was pushed down into a hot, wet mouth that was now milking me. My body began shaking at the thought and my goddess responded to my body's reaction. She began wailing as a second orgasm washed over her. As her pussy drenched my face, I came hard. As my body shuddered over and over, Erin's body responded in turn. She was riding one long orgasm as I came in the mouth of the mystery woman. Every time my cock pulsed in the throat of this other woman, I grunted into Erin's pussy. Each grunt elicited another cry of pleasure from my goddess. Finally, I collapsed against the bed spent.

"Close your eyes Justin," Erin said.

I did and felt her slowly move from her position over me. At the same time, I felt the mouth pull off my cock. My brain raced trying to answer the question of who that mouth belonged to. I soon felt both women settle over my spread legs. One pussy pushed against my left thigh and a second against my right. I thought for certain I would be able to tell which one was Erin, but both ladies were positively soaking. From the position of my legs, I had to imagine both women were sitting against one another. That thought made my cock twitch and I realized I was still hard. Then again, how could I not be hard? There were two naked women here with me.

"You can open your eyes now baby," Erin said softly.

I looked up to see Erin and Maria looking down at me. Erin sat on my right thigh and Maria on my left. My cock twitched again. My eyes drifted down their bodies. Maria was wearing an outfit identical to Erin's. As I had previously guessed at the club, Maria's tits were every bit as spectacular as Erin's. They were sitting against one another with an arm wrapped around the other. Although covered in black fishnet, Erin's right breast was pressed against Maria's left. I could feel both women grinding their very wet pussies against my thighs. As I looked down, I could see the very familiar patch of light blonde hair that adorned Erin's pussy. My eyes darted over to see a slightly thicker patch of dark brown hair adorning Maria's pussy. My balls throbbed at the sight.

"I think he's in shock," Maria said with a giggle.

"I ... uhhh ... wow ... uhhh," I said incoherently.

After all, these two women had bodies men have wet dreams over ... and they were sitting on my thighs.

"Can you blame him though?" Erin asked with a grin.

"I see he's not that disoriented though," Maria said while grasping my hard cock. "And this is good because I have yet to cum."

"Now Mr. Rhodes," Erin said with her professor voice. "You don't want to be rude to our guest do you?"

"No Professor Grant," I replied.

Maria rolled off my left thigh onto the bed next to me. Erin moved to my right and pulled me up next to her. Turning towards her friend, Erin moved to my side and reached around to grab my hard cock.

"Justin," Erin said softly.

"Yes Erin?" I replied while turning to face her.

"I know you have questions and there will be time later for answers."

I just looked into her eyes. I was 19 and this was the type of situation any man of any age would dream of being in. But I loved this woman so completely. As much as I so desperately wanted them both, I could not and would not risk what I shared with Erin.

"However, right here and now my love, you are to enjoy both us because we are certainly going to enjoy you."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

With a naughty grin, my goddess looked at me and said, "Wreck her."

I moved between Maria's spread legs. She shared my smile as I let my cock slide up and down her slit. Her pussy lips were full and wet. They felt good against my hard shaft. I reached between us and took my cock in my hand. Maria groaned loudly as I slapped my dick against her clit. I groaned when I felt her hand wrap around my cock and push it down. We both sighed together as the mushroom tip of my cockhead sank into the soft, wet mouth of her vagina. Any hesitation I had faded when I felt Erin lean in behind me and slowly push me into her friend. Maria wrapped her legs around my waist and held me there. Her pussy felt good; really good. Her big beautiful brown eyes just stared up at me as she began to rock back and forth, starting us into a slow rhythm. I followed her lead and began stroking in and out of her hot sex, savoring the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She moved with me, matching me stroke for stroke. I noticed movement to my side and my eyes darted over to see Erin fingering her pussy while she watched Maria and I fuck. I was grateful that I had already cum earlier. If I had not, fucking Maria while having Erin watch would have made me lose it far too quickly to give Maria the orgasm she wanted.

I began to give Maria long strokes, pulling back until just my head was inside her wet sex and then driving back into her as deep as I could. Maria was thrusting her hips up into me with each stroke in an attempt to get my dick even deeper into her hot sex. Again and again, I pumped in and out of Maria's wet pussy. I kept my concentration on her eyes. Staring into those beautiful brown orbs was helping to keep my focus on her pleasure instead of my own. Occasionally I saw her eyes close as I kept that measured pace. It was neither hard nor soft, but a simple yet methodical tempo that had me withdrawing almost completely from her and then driving back in. As I pulled back, I could feel her cunt tightening down on my shaft as if to hold it inside. Her breasts would rise slightly as she took in a breath of air to use when I pushed back into her. As I pushed in, that pressure she exerted when I pulled back let up just a bit as if to give me access to the depths of her pussy. As I bottomed out against her, I made certain my groin was hitting her clit and each time she whimpered in approval. I drove deep into her and leaned down to kiss her deeply. Her arms wrapped around me and I could feel her body clinging to mine.

Even crushed between the bed and me, Maria was doing everything she could to stay with me. Her body was clinging so tightly to mine that I could pull back no more than an inch. That inch was more than enough to grinding against her sex again and again. I felt her body get very warm against me and she was whimpering continuously. Then as I drove into her, Maria came. Each time I pushed into her pussy, her body would tighten up and release. These waves kept hitting for what seemed like twenty or so repetitions before her arms and legs wimp limp. She collapsed against the bed, but now I could see an intense hunger in her eyes. From the light sheen of sweat that covered her body and how slick her pussy felt, it was obvious that Maria had come very hard. The look in those big brown eyes told me that she was just getting started. She pulled herself up and kissed me deeply. Although my pace was now far slower, I kept slowly stroking back and forth inside Maria.

"I needed that," she said as she pulled away. "That was nice. You let me build so slowly until I found my own peak."

She leaned up and kissed me again.

"But now you sweet man, I want you to fuck me."

"And by fuck you mean ..." I started to ask.

"By fuck I mean hard. I mean deep. I want you to pound my cunt as hard and fast as you can. Think you can manage that or do you need a break?"

Maria was taunting me and she knew it. I was not above letting this hot fucking woman push my buttons though. After all, why would I object to her request? I grabbed her right thigh and dragged her to the edge of the bed slowly. I would have gone faster, but I didn't want to pull my cock out of her pussy. As I got the edge of the bed, I slowly lowered my legs to floor. The motion finally caused my cock to temporarily withdraw from her dripping vagina. As she moaned, I looked over at Erin who was just grinning at me. Her hand was still working her pussy, but the look in her eyes was what got my attention. She knew I was about to pour everything I had into making her friend orgasm over and over. Better yet, I had her complete approval. I held her right thigh against my chest, which put Maria on display for Erin. From this angle, my goddess would have the perfect view of what I was doing to her best friend. I put the head of my cock into the warm pocket of Maria's pussy and started pumping with very short strokes. Only the head of my cock and another inch was penetrating her sex. I wasn't looking at Maria. Instead I was looking at Erin and I have to confess that being inside Maria while staring into Erin's eyes was one of the most erotic things I have ever done. After a minute, Maria finally got impatient enough to let me know she wanted more.

"Just what are you wait...," she started.

As soon as she spoke, I drove into Maria as hard as I could. Standing against the bed while holding her leg against me gave me a lot of leverage and I managed to drive into her steamy cunt very hard. It knocked the wind out of her and even Erin was surprised at how loud the slap of my flesh against Maria's was. I pulled back slowly, giving Maria a moment to catch her breath. Just before the bulb of my cock head stretched the opening of her pussy, I slammed back into Maria once more. I repeated these motions, pulling back slowly until I was almost out of her and then driving into her as hard as I could manage. Each time, Maria moaned loudly. Each time, her wonderful tit flesh bounced in response. Each time, the look in her eyes told me she was getting closer. After twenty such poundings, I simply held her thigh tightly and began to fuck her in earnest. A few minutes later, Maria came. I kept fucking her hot cunt. A few minutes after that, she came again and began to whimper repeatedly. I kept pounding her furnace of a pussy. My body should have tired, but there was simply too much stimulation for me to succumb to fatigue. As I fucked Maria hard and fast, her tits were rolling around so perfectly on her body. Her fingers were now playing with her hard nipples and she was mewling continuously. It was as if she was having one long continuous drawn out wave of pleasure that was softly rolling against her. Every few minutes, the wave of orgasm would crash down over her. And if that was not enough, Erin was furiously rubbing her pussy with her right hand while pinching and twisting her right nipple with her left hand.

As I felt the familiar burning in my balls, I realized that this stimulation was beginning to get the better of me. I needed to finish Maria so I could finish inside her. Leaving my left arm around her thigh, I reached down with my hand and found her clit. It was so slick that I could not pinch it. I started rubbing it and Maria responded immediately. Her mewls and whimpers turned into loud groans. I was too close to orgasm and feared that I would be able to push Maria over the edge with me.

"Let me," Maria said as her fingers pushed mine off of her clit.

I closed my eyes and focused on that singular task. I held Maria's right leg tight against my chest for advantage and began to fuck her as fast as I could.

"Fuck yes," I heard Maria exclaim.

Maria's pussy was having spasms and my body reacted in turn. I felt my hips begin to thrust faster. I heard her groaning with me. I was rutting Maria and she was loving it. I was at the end of the line however, and my entire body tightened up as I prepared to cum. Maria beat me there by two seconds. As my body pulled back one last time, Maria yelled for me to cum with her.

"Now Justin ... cum in me now ... PLEASE NOW ... OOOOHHHH FUCKKKK"

I did just that. I slammed back into Maria's welcoming pussy and I came hard. Her cunt squeezed down tight around me and I knew that she could feel each time my cock lurched inside her. I was grunting loudly as I filled this delicious woman with my seed. Hunched over pumping my cum into her, I saw that Maria's body was shaking. My brain was on overload, because I could barely register the feeling of her body shaking with mine. I could hear her though. Maria wailed as she came again and again. My body finally loosened up and I slumped forward. With the exception of some of the orgasms I had shared with Erin, this was the most intense one I had ever had. I looked over at my goddess to see the fire in her eyes. Erin's beautiful blue eyes revealed just how much in need she was.

"She needs you," Maria said and I realized Maria must have seen it too.

There was a very noticeable slurping sound as I withdrew from Maria's well fucked pussy. After those two glorious orgasms, I should have been getting soft but I wasn't. I was nineteen with two positively ravishing women in my bed. Somehow, my body decided it would get all the rest it required later. Right now, all it wanted to do was partake in the treasures my goddess and her friend were offering. I wasn't even fully on the bed when Erin pounced me. She pulled me up onto the bed and quite literally threw me onto my back. Before I could do anything, she was straddling my body and was grinding my sticky cock against her sex. Looking into her eyes, I saw the beast. The roles were a little different from those just ten minutes ago, but I decided that as Maria taunted me, I would taunt Erin.