5 comments/ 22674 views/ 2 favorites Unexpected Love By: PolyLvr Denise Hallowell was brushing her long brunette hair in the front hallway mirror. Her friend Jessie was chastising her as they looked at each other in the reflective glass. "Denise, you are such a bitch!" Jess Crawford, Denise's best friend, shook her head disapprovingly. "You know your dad's still hurting. Why do you say things like that?" "It wasn't so bad, Jess." In a backhanded sort of way, Denise agreed with Jess. "But just the thought of that cu... bitch! She fuckin pisses me off. What she did to us." Denise was getting tears in her eyes, and she angrily tried blinking them away. "I mean, she's been gone a year and dad still keeps her stuff. She told us she wasn't coming back. Fuck! Now I'm going to have to fix my makeup!" She really started crying now. The tears refused to stop and Jess wrapped her arms around her friend in a hug, as Denise's sobs consumed her. Denise usually had herself under control, but once in a while her cool reserve crumbled. Even though Jill, Denise's mother and Earl's wife had been an abusive alcoholic, compulsive gambler and, as Denise later came to know the town tramp she was, deep down, still Nat's mommy. "Sshhh. That's OK, baby. Let it out." Jess stroked her hair as Nat sobbed. Jess was the only one to ever see Denise this way. Jess was a nice girl, always something good to say about people while Denise was a tough, scrappy girl, hardened by her ordeal. Their friendship baffled many observers. "I know it hurts." Jess whispered. "Just think how much it hurts your dad, too, eh? He hurts as much you do. And he's trying to stay nice, for you." Jess's hands stroked Denise's hair and her back. She said no more, letting her few words possibly sink in. Jess knew a little of the anguish Denise was feeling. Her parents had separated for almost a year when Jess was in middle school. The funny thing was, Jess's dad had been sleeping with Denise's mom. Her parents had reconciled, but the turmoil had given Jess an inkling of Denise's pain. Jess recognized that Earl Hallowell was a good, decent man, just as her own mother had been. While her dad had seen the stupidity of his actions, and realized what he was throwing away, Jill Hallowell hadn't, and had moved on to the next thrill. Jess felt sorry for Earl, especially since he seemed to have everything a girl could want in a man. Denise's sobs died down to sniffles and she returned to looking in the mirror. She caught Jess's eye as she straightened her hair. "Thanks Jess. I love you." "I know, sweetheart. I love you too." Jess kissed Denise on the cheek and started her own preening. "Fuck! Look at me." Denise laughed. "I look like a fuckin raccoon." With her eye makeup smudged all over from her tears she did indeed look like a raccoon. "I'm going to the bathroom to fix it. Be right back." Natalie hurried off to fix herself so she and Jess could get going. They were supposed to be going out to a club to celebrate Denise's birthday. It was a bittersweet celebration since it was on Denise's eighteenth birthday, a year earlier, when her mother abandoned the family. Jess had her short, dirty blonde hair fixed in moments and went back in the kitchen with Earl. He was still sitting there, obviously upset at Denise's callous comment, and staring out the window. Jess grazed her hand across the back of Earl's shoulder as she passed him to take a seat facing him. "Hey." She said, softly. "Hey, back." Earl repeated. It was a thing of theirs, this greeting. Although Denise didn't realize it, Jess was helping Earl through this also. "She didn't really mean that." Jess prodded Earl. "She's just upset, the day and all." "Yeah," Earl sighed. "she did mean it. But she's right. I know Jill's not coming back. In fact I know exactly where she is, and it serves her right. She was in such a hurry to get a divorce so she could marry Jimmy Abbott. She must've had rocks in her head if she thought he was gonna leave his wife for her. Now she's stuck living in that dive downtown, panhandling for booze money." "I can't believe she'd give up a guy like you." Jess stroked the back of his hand. Earl chortled. "Huh! A guy like me. Women aren't exactly knocking down my door." He gestured towards his body. "Hell, I'm over forty, half grey, overweight." He snorted again. "You are not overweight. You're perfect." Jess paused a second and looked down, surprised at her own outburst. "Well," Jess brushed her hair back. "you'll probably find someone in the most unlikely place." Jess got up as Denise came bounding down the stairs. Jess quickly gave Earl a kiss on the cheek as she moved out to the front hall. A thrill ran through her, as that was the first time she'd touched him with her lips. The feeling of stubble on her lips lingered, and the faint smell of Old Spice, coffee, and cigarettes. Denise also gave her dad a kiss and apologized for her comment. She seemed to be in better spirits and the girls got caught up in their plans for the night. Earl sat there thinking about what the evening had brought. Last year at this time he and Jill had been having a tremendous fight. He'd spent three hours at the bank trying to convince them not to take the house because Jill had once again blown their mortgage payment at the casino. Then he came home and watched his wife for twenty minutes while she fucked the Samway salesman. He let it go on that long because he had actually debated with himself as to whether she was worth keeping. He couldn't figure out why she was fucking that guy. He was fat, sweaty, and his dick was only just over four inches long. If she'd been fat, it wouldn't have been long enough to fuck her. Finally having enough, he had gone out and slashed the guys tires. Then he came back in the house, making a lot of noise, and glimpsed the tail end of the guy running out the back door. He never gave chase, but he thought he would've liked to have seen the guy drive off with four flat tires. The worst part of the night was when Denise walked in just as Jill was walking out the door. "You and the brat can fuck off for all I care." Jill had said to both of them. "I'm fuckin done." Denise stood there in shock as Jill walked out. Earl had rushed over to hug her and console her but she just shrugged him off. "I don't care. She's not my mother." She turned around and left, heading to a friend's house. Just like that Denise, his beautiful baby girl Denise, had turned a dark corner. Earl had gone looking for her when she never came home that night. He found her three days later, passed out in front of a hotel downtown. He never said a word as he took her home and cleaned her up. She never woke up as he bathed her, cleaning the dried cum and urine from her body, and tended the scrapes she had accumulated. He had waited to say something, but there never seemed a right time, and thankfully she never took another drink as far as he knew. Earl had had a word with Jess about tonight, to call him if Denise needed help, but she didn't think she would. Denise's earlier comment had cut him though. He remembered it distinctly, "Dad, you got to get out there. Don't be so pathetic, she's never coming back. You gotta take care of yourself now." He thought about what she said and admitted she was right, he was pathetic. He decided on the spur of the moment to follow her advice. He showered, dressed in a clean shirt and pants, and headed to the local country bar. It wasn't really his genre, but they were so popular these days, you couldn't find a normal bar. When Earl walked in he felt like he was in a fishbowl. Or he was a puppy in a window. Everyone looked over at him and eyed him up and down. The girls were checking out the fresh meat and the guys were checking out the competition. By the end of the night he was pigeonholed. He'd talked to the few girls that came up to him, but he couldn't seem to carry a conversation. And he wasn't a threat to the guys for the same reason. By the end of the night his only option left was a fifty-something, bleach blonde, barfly. She was forty pounds too heavy for her outfit and the stench of booze on her was so bad she reminded him of Jill. He left alone. When he got home he sat in front of the TV drinking and waiting for the girls. He almost thought of Jess as one of his girls because she was there all the time now. In fact, he realized she'd been a godsend this past year, helping both him and Denise. "Jess? What?" Earl looked up to see her smiling face looking down at him. He must've fallen asleep because the lights were off and he'd left them on. He smelled booze and realized he'd dropped his glass of scotch on the carpet. He sat up quickly, looking around. "Denise? Where's Deni?" "Sshh, Earl. She's in bed, I just helped her there." She sat beside him on the couch, muting the TV with the clicker. "Is she OK?" Earl ran his hand through his hair trying to collect his thoughts. Last thing he remembered was thinking what a wonderful wife Jess would make someone. "Yeah, she drank. A fair bit." Jess laughed. "And she's sure gonna regret it in the morning." "She didn't do anything... stupid did she?" Earl was still waking. "No, Earl. She was a good girl, I made sure of that." Jess giggled. "She danced a bit. Cut loose. That was it." Earl stood up, "You want some coffee?" He asked as he headed into the kitchen. "Or something stronger?" He stopped, waiting for her reply. Jess had followed him so she squeezed past him, letting her fingers trail around his waist as she went. "No, you sit, Earl. I'll make coffee." She went right for the coffee maker so Earl had no choice but to sit. Earl watched her move around the kitchen like it was hers, which it practically was since she spent most of her free time there. Jess was three years older than Natalie and living on her own which negated any needed explanation of her time at the Hallowell's. "So what about you?" Earl asked. "What do you do for fun, when you're not taking care of us." "I go out, sometimes. Dates." Jess sounded noncommittal. "Oh, so there's a guy?" "Not really. No other guys I like around here." "Other?" Earl asked. Jess turned and looked at Earl, leaning back against the counter. "So, did you think of any ways to move on from Jill?" she asked. Earl assumed she hadn't heard his question. "Oh yeah," he countered, "I got right on that. I headed on down to TJs and studied up on the local talent." "Aannd?" Jess prompted. "Well, I'd rather be celibate than fall in with one of those, umm, ladies. I suppose some of them are OK. But I'm just not ready for dating. Never was the type, really." "So you haven't been with a woman in a year?" Earl laughed, "Well over a year. Jill and I hadn't been intimate for at least a year before we broke up. She'd rather fuck anyone else but me, I guess." "Two years? How did you cope?" Jess's astonishment overcame her good manners. Earl looked a little uncomfortable at that. "Uhh, well at first it was a case of being in a relationship. I couldn't cheat on her, although she was a tramp. Then well, circumstance. I became very close with my right hand." It was Jess' turn to be embarrassed as she visualized Earl stroking what she imagined as a very large cock. Her face flushed with the realization that her panties were now fit for swimming in. She turned around busying herself with the coffee fixings, until she thought of Earl possibly looking at her ass. Again she flushed, and when she turned around with the tray she turned too fast and dropped a mug. "Fuck!" Flustered she turned back to set the tray on the counter. When she turned back around Earl was right there, kneeling at her feet. He was picking up the larger broken shards of ceramic. "Don't move." Earl said, putting a restraining hand on Jess' foot. "I'll clean this up." Earl swept with a whisk to get the smaller pieces, and when Jess made to move again, Earl stopped her. He wet a paper towel and wiped it across the floor. "This'll get the smallest pieces." He assured her. "Wouldn't want a sliver marring those pretty feet of yours." Jess laughed at that, "These ugly things?" She lifted a foot and cocked it in each direction, examining it. "They're ugly. Ugly, ugly." Earl stood up with the paper towel and patted her head in a patronizing fashion. "Well OK. But if you care to walk around here with bare feet all the time, I'll be a happy man." Earl didn't see her blush as he discarded the refuse. He grabbed another cup from the cupboard as Jess took the tray to the table. Jess had regained her composure. She couldn't believe she was acting so girlish around Earl. "So you like my feet, Earl?' She asked. She was sitting there with her legs crossed, swinging her top foot back and forth. "I do, Jess." Earl leaned forward and took Jess' foot in his hands. She squealed in surprise but allowed Earl to continue. He placed her foot on top of his knees and caressed the tops, just firm enough not to tickle. Earl talked to her foot as he spoke. "Jess, most women don't appreciate the beauty of their feet. Your curves and your face get all the glory, but the feet. Mmm, the feet set it all up." Earl cupped her heel in one hand and slowly caressed her ankle, going up to her calf, then winding down with a swirling motion. "Your feet, Jess, are so elegant and graceful. When you walk... it's like poetry in motion. The way your tendons and muscles move as the weight shifts, then your foot glides through the air." If Earl had looked up right then he would've seen that Jess looked near orgasm. Her eyes were half shut with her mouth open a little in gasping breaths. Her face was once again flushed, this time the flush extending down to her chest, disappearing under her heaving camisole. One hand was clenching the table top and the other hand was subconsciously stroking her nipple. Earls hand dipped down under her foot and stroked her arch. "Your foot may as well be carried by angels as they glide through the air." Earl was really lost in his description now. "And when you step down again, the way your calf muscles move," Again, one hand softly worked her calf muscles while the other worked her sole. "creates such an amazing vision of beauty," Earl didn't realize what Jes' reaction was until her leg suddenly tensed up. "that mere words can't begin too..." Earl finally looked up thinking she was cramping and saw Jess's entire body shaking. He then thought she was having a seizure and he quickly sat forward, when it registered that the paroxysm of agony that had taken over her face was pleasure, not distress. Her eyes were closed, her right hand was clenched tight on the edge of her chair and her left was clawing at her breast. He hadn't looked before but he realized he could see up her short skirt and the tell-tale patch of darker material on her panties attested to the extent of her arousal. Earl kept softly stroking her foot and leg as Jess' passion waned. When she finally opened her eyes Earl blushed, whispering softly. "I'm so sorry, Jess. I didn't mean to get carried away." Jess daintily lifted her foot out of Earl's hands. "How the fuck did you learn to do that?" she asked breathlessly. She extended her foot and briefly touched it to Earl's crotch, testing his hardness. Earl flinched at the contact, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." He tried to get up but Jess wouldn't move her foot and Earl was loathe to touch her again for fear he'd really lose control. Jess sat up, quickly. "No, no. You definitely should've." She grinned lasciviously as she put her left foot in his lap before removing her right. "You have another foot to do here, mister." "No Jess." Earl whined, resisting the urge to stroke her other foot. "It's not right. You're Deni's best friend. You're so young." "You're right Earl. Deni, who said you should get out more and find someone. Well, here's someone." She stroked her foot against his penis, feeling it's length. "And you're not exactly feeling old, theree." Earl's desire was overwhelming. He gave Jess' left foot similar treatment, only this time he was aware of her response and watching her as her arousal grew again. She didn't cum this time, but she was squirming and moaning by the time he was done. When he finished he set her foot down and debated whether he should really take the next step. Jess answered for him when she gazed at him with unabashed lust and got up from her chair. She hiked her skirt and dropped her panties right in front of him before she dropped to her knees and fished in his lap for his cock. She thrilled Earl to no end with her whimpering her frustration at the time it was taking. When she finally fished it out of his pants, her loud groan coincided with his as she dropped her lips down over his cock. Earl had to struggle to not to cum as she slathered his cock with saliva. The sight down her back of the top of her ass cheeks, with the skirt around her waist, added to his struggle. "Oh, fuck." Jess whimpered. "So fucking good." His cock wasn't as big as she'd dreamed, but somehow she thought it would be just what she needed. She jacked her hand up and down as she sucked on the head. Somehow she could feel it stiffen even more as he got ready to cum. She had to fight off Earl's hands and she shook her head as he tried to pull her off him. "Jess! I'm cumming!" She just nodded as he exploded into her mouth. He felt this orgasm coming from every cell of his body, easily the most powerful orgasm of his life, as his thick seed burst forth. Even his slut wife, Jill, hadn't taken him in her mouth. She said she didn't like the taste. But Jess was enthusiastically jacking every drop he had into her hollowed cheeks. Finally she pulled her mouth off him and let his softening member slip out. She opened her mouth wide to show him her treasure before she swallowed and grinned at him. "Oh, Jess. Thank you." Earl sighed. "No-one's ever done that for me before." A shiver ran through him as the sight of her cum filled mouth came back to him. "Don't thank me yet, old man." Jess grinned as she took his hand and pulled him out of his chair, "You have to return the favour." She left her skirt over her ass as she lead him down the hall to his bedroom. Earl was mesmerized as he followed her into his bedroom. The twin globes of her ass tantalized him and he couldn't wait to explore them with his hands, and his mouth. More focused now, as they walked up to his bed he pushed her face down with her legs hanging over the side. He pulled her back and lowered her knees to the floor and got on his knees behind her. In the dim light from the hall he could just see her wrinkled sphincter beckoning him closer. He pulled her cheeks farther apart and nipped at the soft flesh he revealed. His tongue stuck out, he slowly drew it up from the tip of her pussy, across her anus, and up to her lower back. Jess's moans let Earl know he was on the right track. Using the tip of his tongue he stuck it in her pussy and fucked her with it as much as he could. He moved back to her anus and shoved his tongue as far as he could into it, too. "Oh, God, Earl." Jess was clawing at the sheets. "That feels so fucking good. No one's ever..., it's so dirty." She pushed her ass back at his face, trying to feel his tongue more. Earl continued his onslaught. His tongue was delving deep into her ass and he periodically pulled it our and kissed her cheeks. He loved running his tongue over the taught, smooth skin on the inside of her cheeks. He nipped at her bum, little love bites, then shoved his tongue back inside her. She was gasping his name as he held her cheeks wide apart, his tongue exploring. Finally Earl released one side and slid two fingers into her pussy. "Oh Earl!" Jess screamed. "Oh fuck! Cumming! I'm cumming! Oh!" Earl was concerned that Denise might wake up and hear them, or worse, see them. He looked up and saw they'd left the door open but he had too much invested in Jess' pleasure to stop now. Unexpected Love "I hope this guy isn't some crazy old fat guy like most professors!" Jenna exclaimed as her and her best friend Haley left their apartment to the one and only class they had together. "I know. That prof. we had last term for Statistics was awful!" Haley shook her head as a group of guys whistled at her while they walked down the hall. Jenna felt a pang of jealousy. Her best friend was pretty enough to be a model. Actually, she had been for a few years during their senior year of high school. She had long naturally blonde hair and bright green eyes with a small beauty mark under her left eye. She was 5'9 with long legs that we nice and toned. Hell is Jenna was gay, she would even have the hots for her best friend. It wasn't that Jenna was ugly. She wasn't fat but had more curves that most girls her age with large breasts and a bubble butt that she was proud of. Her short light brown hair fell to her shoulders and she had bright blue eyes. No, she wasn't ugly, but when stood next to Haley, she faded into the background. "Jenna! I know that look. Knock it off, you're a gorgeous!" Jenna schofed at her comment as they entered the classroom. It was 5 till and almost every seat was filled. They got both lucky and unlucky. Lucky because they found two seats side by side, virtually the only two left, unlucky because it was in the very front row smack in the middle. They shared a mutual look of annoyance and sat down. Laptops dinged with people using messenger services and phone vibrated with people squeezing in a last text before the professor walked in. As much as the first day of classes always sucked from the syllabuses to finding out how crazy your professor was and dreading the rest of the semester with them, Jenna was genuinely excited about this class. It was an intro level course, as she was only a freshman, on Literature, something she lived for. Sure she went out and partied with friends and occasionally got a little drunk, but what she really preferred was to stay home and either read a new novel or write about whatever was on her mind. She wasn't even that bothered by getting stuck in the front row because it met less distractions from the material. Haley felt differently as she pulled her laptop out and logged into Facebook. Jenna on the other hand was the only one in the room that did not have one pulled up on her desk. She preferred going old school with a notebook and pen. First of all, it helped her remember the material better and secondly, she felt that having a computer pulled up made the class so impersonal. She felt Haley elbow her as she bent down to grab a pen from her bag. Looking up, she realized why she had been hit. Standing two feet in front of her was what had to be their professor. He looked young, maybe early thirties at the most. Short slightly gelled dirty blonde hair and his eyes were unbelievably blue. He had to be at least 6 foot and was fit but not body builder big which she found unattractive. He smiled at the class. "Hi everybody. Welcome to Intro to Literature. If this isn't the class you signed up for I would be glad to point you in the right direction. Otherwise, here is a syllabus for the semester. I would advise you not to lose it as I will not hand out any other copies. If that is too much for you to handle, well I advise you to go drop this class. It's too big for my taste anyways. My name is Gabe Nestler. I hate my last name so please, out of respect for me, call me Gabe!" His eyes locked with Jenna's and he smiled brightly as he noticed the pen and paper on her desk. " I know its the first day and we should go over the syllabus and all that shit but frankly, thats boring and I am sure you are just as sick of listening to them as I am talking about it. Instead, lets actually talk about the course. Why don't we start by naming some classic literature that you are familiar with and no I do not count Twilight as classic lit" This got a few laughs and some disapproving mumbles from around the room. "So who wants to start?" Haley, having no shame or shyness in her body raised her hand. "Yes, Miss?" "Fuller, Haley Fuller." She smiled brightly at him. Jena recognized that look in her eyes. She had her flirt face on. "Three Men in a Boat" Gabe smiled at her. "Good" before moving on to the next hand.He went through about 15 people, not being deeply impressed by any answer he got as they were the typical ones he heard a thousand times, Pride and Prejudice, Gulliver's Travels, The Scarlet Letter and more. Finally, he decided to call on the "paper girl" that had caught his eye when he first entered the room. She was beautiful in a different way than most of the girls he saw. Rather than flaunt her body like the girl sitting next to her in a mini shirt and tank top, she was in a pair of form fitting(but not skin tight) jeans and a v neck t-shirt. What caught his attention the most was the look in her eye, it wasn't one he saw very often especially in a general education/pre-req. course; she was open minded and wanted to be there. She looked interested and attentive. He called on her deeply curious to hear her answer. He looked right at her and asked her favorite classic lit. novel, smiling at the surprised look on her face as she had not raised her hand. "Me?" "Yes please. And your name." "Umm, my name is Jenna and I guess I would have to say Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier." The look he gave her caused her to second guess herself. "Is that not considered a classic?" she asked unsure of herself now. "No I would defiantly say it is, just not an answer you hear everyday." He smiled and nodded in approval. "But none the less, the kind of answer I was looking for" "Oh my gosh!" Haley squealed. "What are you freaking out about?" Jenna only half cared about the answer as her mind was other places. "Did you see that guy! He's seriously hot!" She smiled "Yeah he kind of is. Better than fat and crazy." Haley gave her a baffled expression. "No not Gabe! Sure hes decent looking, but I meant the guy to my left two seats. He gave me his number at the end of class." "I didn't even notice. What about the "look". I know you well enough to recognize your flirting face" Haley laughed, "I just want a good grade honestly,. I figure if he thinks I'm cute, he will overlook the fact that I couldn't give a rats ass about his class. Besides, he seems a little weird" Once again, Jenna tuned out, already focused on the first novel assigned for the class. It was one of her favorites. The first two months passed by and the more Jenna found herself staying around after class to continue the discussion or debate over whichever novel they happened to be reading with Gabe. Sometimes, even during class, it felt like they were the only two in the room as the went back and forth debating the use of characterization in early 18th century novels. They had gotten to the friend level almost, at least more so than most students did with their professors. She even had his number and they would exchange a text or two regrading a new film that had come out based on a novel. They were always complaints. Haley constantly teased her about their relationship claiming Jenna had a crush on the professor. Jenna denied this and she truly did not feel that she did. Yes, she thought he was attractive, but she thought of him as a friend and a mentor as well as a brilliant mind that she loved to pick apart. As for Gabe, he felt the same about their relationship. She was beautiful but he was not the type to sleep with a student. He loved his job too much. It allowed him the opportunity, however rare, to meet people like Jenna that he could truly inspire and that wanted to learn, not just pass the class. He enjoyed their conversations and he had even learned a few things from her, gaining a different perspective that he had never thought about before. Spring Break came and the campus emptied out quickly. Haley had gone with her family to Germany to visit her brother leaving Jenna alone in the apartment for two weeks and practically alone on campus. It was the first Sunday of break and Jenna was sitting on the couch in her pajama shorts and a tank top, eating a bowl of cereal and reading the latest book for Lit when her phone vibrated. Gabe: Headed home for break? Me: Nope, staying in the apartment alone like a loser reading your book Gabe: Any profound thoughts? Me: the main character is a emotionally constipated ass. so far, this book fails Gabe: Touche! Always the romantic Me: :) always Gabe: Seen the new Gulliver's Travels movie yet? Me: Still in Theaters Gabe: That a no? Me: Yes! I'm a broke college kid, remember? Gabe: I'm not Me: Psh, rub it in why don't you? Gabe: Ha! I meant, want to go see it? We can mock it together, it'll be fun Gabe: My treat Me: What time? Gabe: :) Pick you up at 6:30? Me: 7? I need to shower Gabe: 7 it is A strange thought passed quickly through Gabe's mind when she mentioned showering. He quickly shoved the thought of her naked with water dripping down her body from his head. Although, not quickly enough, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. He calmed himself with a cold shower throwing on a pair of jeans that hung from his hips and a t-shirt. He cleaned his car out to kill time, and to save the embarrassment of Jenna seeing the months worth of Subway wrappers and Ice Tea bottles. Then headed out to Jenna's apartment. He knew where it was only because he had passed her in his car walking home with her friend from his class. It was only a few blocks away and he reached in it minutes as there was virtually no traffic; College Town on spring break. At 6:55, Jenna heard the buzzer from downstairs ring. She hit the button to let him in as she ran back to the bathroom to finish brushing her teeth. It was unusually hot out for March so she has slipped into some shorts (not the mini shorts like most girls wore, these actually covered her ass) and a simple v neck tee shirt with a design going down her side. she ran her fingers through her hair, applied a thin layer of eye liner and a coat of mascara and called it good. When she emerged from the bathroom, Gabe was standing in her living room bending slightly at the waist looking at a picture of her and her brother from summer vacation last year. They were at a beach in Florida and she was in a plain black bikini swim suit standing in water up to her ankles. Her face turned red, embarrassed that he had seen the picture so scarcely clothed. The bathroom door shutting behind her caught his attention and he stood turning to face her. He cleared his throat, ashamed at being caught snooping and at that particular photograph. "Shall we" He asked breaking the silence and trying not to stare. She looked relaxed yet stunning. Her tanned legs were long and sexy, something he had not noticed before as she always wore jeans. "Sure" She smiled. Let me grab my keys. "Oh. I was just going to drive us both. Unless you want to ride separate?" She felt stupid as she replied "Oh, duh. Yeah lets just do that. Otherwise I would have just met you at the theater." So much for being smart, Jenna thought to herself. As they got into his car, she found herself hoping this would not be uncomfortable silence the whole way there. Never having been in a car with him, or even this close to him, she was unsure how to feel. However, being this close, she could smell the mixture of his cologne and shampoo. If it was anybody else, she would have been intoxicated by the smell, but because he was her teacher, she pushed the thought deep down and chose to ignore them. Surprising and thankfully, the conversation flowed easily, as it usually did and Jenna realized they were there in what felt like only minutes. She laughed as they walked into the deserted theater, picking a seat in the very back row. The movie started in 2 minutes and there was not a single person in the theater. The lights dimmed and the opening credits began. Half way through the movie, both Jenna and Gabe repositioned at the same time, both trying to rest their hands on the same armrest and both pulling away immediately at the contact. The laughed like kids as they went back and forth, first Gabe saying she can put her arm there, then Jenna replying that he can and back and forth,. Finally Jenna laughed, "How about we just share the damn thing?" So, they sat arms pressed together attempting to focus on the screen but both more focused on the bolts of electricity they each felt going through their arms at the contact. Each tried to ignore it but the chemistry they felt was undeniable. It wasn't long before they were holding hands. Neither, knowing which had reached for the other but it felt natural nonetheless. The movie ended and both Gabe and Jenna stood up. Jenna started to make her way to the exit of the isle on the left but Gabe went right. They head butted right into each other. "Damn. Sorry Jenna" "It's ok" came the reply as Jenna rubbed her forehead. Pulling her hand from her face she realized just how close they were standing. Almost nose to nose. Gabe was the first to lean in lightly brushing Jenna's lips with his own then pulling back to gauge her reaction. Suddenly desperate for this man, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close crushing her lips to his. His tongue snaked into her mouth, finding its way with little resistance from her. Jenna's hands kept busy massaging his neck and running her fingers through his sexy blonde hair. Between kisses Gabe managed to whisper. "We...shouldn't......be doing....this" He smiled into her mouth at her reply, "No we.....shouldn't" as she continued exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue. He pulled her in closer causing her pelvis to crush into his erection. Feeling his stiffness, she playfully wiggled against him. Gabe mustered up all the self control he had and pulled away. Before Jenna could protest, he grabbed her hand and led her out of the theater into the dark night. She smiled as he held the car door open for her and climbed inside as he enjoyed the view of her sexy ass in her nicely fitted shorts. "Do you want me to take you home?" Gabe inquired, hoping she would say no. "Yes," came the reply to his disappointment, "but I want you to come inside with me." Jenna smiled at the satisfied look on his face. "Are you sure you want to do this?" The last thing Gabe needed was for her to change her mind too late and end up with a pink slip on his desk and hand cuffs on his wrists. She responded by taking hold of his right hand and guiding it between her legs where he could feel a small wet spot beginning to form on the outside of her shorts. Clearly she wanted it just as much as he did. As soon as the apartment door was unlocked Jenna was in Gabe's arms being led backwards, her lips entrapped by his, to her bedroom. She squealed in delight as he gently tossed her backwards onto her queen sized bed. He then kicked off his shoes and keeled on the end of the bed at her feet. His first kiss was on the inside of each ankle, the second and third made their ways up her legs stopping just above her knees and resuming at her belly as his nose slowly pushed her shirt upwards. Instinctively, Jenna moved to cross her arms over her stomach to hide it from him. He pulled them away, planted another kiss before asking, "Why did you do that?" Her face turned red and she transformed into a shy younger looking girl. " Jenna, baby, you are beautiful, why don't you believe that." Again, there was no response, only another attempt to cover her stomach. "Babe, stop that. You are not fat and have no reason to be self cautious. Stick thin girls may be common but it is far from sexy." He gave her lips a reassuring kiss and whispered that she was beautiful once again into her ear, then grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them above her head before resuming his kisses up her stomach, skipping over her breasts, and then began exploring her neck which he found to be highly sensitive. Less than a minute of kissing and lightly biting at her neck and she was wiggling beneath him begging for more. His lips grazed her ear, "Patience my love." Then his fingers moved down pulling her shirt up over her head and unclasping her bra before tossing it aside. He sat back a minute to take in the beautiful and sexy sight before him before coming down on her right nipple and sucking it into his mouth. The groan that escaped her throat caused his cock to stiffen more than he thought was possible and Jenna began grinding her pelvis up against his growing erection as he continued sucking and biting her nipples, working one with his mouth and the other between his fingers. Their anticipation was growing more and more and soon Jenna was stripping him of first his shirt, then pants and boxers before slipping her own shorts and camouflage thong off her hips. Once they were both naked, Jenna gently pushed Gabe onto his back and climbed atop him kissing him a quick peck on the lips before sliding herself down on his shaft. It was his turn to moan as the tight goddess on top of him began to ride his cock her tits bouncing with her movements and bliss painted across her face. Her reached his hands up to grab her hips pulling her up and down his cock. It was not long before her body tensed up and her movements slowed as orgasm wracked through her body. Gabe watched with satisfaction on his face as his student rode out the waves of her orgasm, her pussy spasms around his cock. When she had caught her breath she rolled off of him and kissed his cheek. then in one quick motion, she had her lips wrapped around the head of his cock flicking her tongue over it and tasting her own juices. "Do we taste good together baby?" Gabe asked as his hand rested on top of her head grabbing a fistful of her hair and guiding her head up and down his rock hard shaft. She nodded her head slightly in reply never stopping her movements up and down on his cock as her tongue worked its magic and her hand massaged his balls. "Jenna. I'm going to cum soon." This only encouraged her more and she began moving faster and pumping her hand along his shaft under her mouth. He was soon shooting cum into her mouth no faster than she could swallow it with a very small amount oozing out the corners of her mouth. She finished and bright her head up, smiled at Gabe and then licked the small amounts of leftover cum from the corners of her mouth. He laughed at the sexy sight before him grabbing Jenna and pulling her up to kiss her soft plump lips and swatting playfully at her perfectly shaped ass. "You have no idea how many times I watched that ass walk out of my classroom and wanted to do this too you." "Seriously?" "Yes, I have had my eye on you since the day I walked into class and saw you sitting there and the second you answered my first question,I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you. I just pushed all those feelings aside because I was sure if you found out you would go running for the hills." Jenna beamed at his words making it clear that she felt the same. After another long, hot kiss, Jenna hopped out of bed and led Gabe to her bathroom where she started up the warm water and pulled him inside with her. They stood kissing and exploring each others bodies under the hot water stream. Gabe nearly hit his head on the shower head when they both heard the front door slam... Unexpected Love The characters and settings in this story are all fictional and not based on real people or places. All of the characters involved are eighteen or older. This is my first piece of published work, let alone literotica. Any feedback on content, length, or literacy would be greatly appreciated. I hope that you enjoy it! ***** Back hunched and mangled book bag dragging, I made my way to my dorm room. Finals would be the death of me. I never thought that college would stress me out to this degree, high school was a breeze, but my freshman year couldn't go by quick enough. I had spent all night studying at the campus library, only leaving when the last librarian was heading out. I reached down to open the door, and closed it with reflexes that surpassed what I thought I possessed. My roommate, Alesha, was having her way with her current boy toy. She was your stereotypical cheap blonde white trash. Always wearing too much makeup, always keeping up on her fitness in the only way she knew how. I'm her polar opposite. I haven't the slightest clue about how to wear makeup, curling my hair might end with the whole school catching fire, my eyes are brown, my hair is brown, and I generally end up wearing brown. Honestly, the best thing that I've got going for me is that I'm pretty book smart and I have a job lined up for summer. I lazily look down and see the tie around the doorknob that I failed to notice earlier. I let out a half hazard sigh and make my way to one of the open rooms in the dorm. There are a few old couches, paintings of random old people, and a foosball table. I meander to the furthest couch and, using my bag as a pillow, force myself to drift off to sleep. ~ I wake up with a start. I'm not sure what happened, but my head hurts and the room I'm in is filled with chaotic noise. I groggily sit up and notice a football on the floor beside me. Oh. Ouch. I wipe my eyes in time to focus on someone coming towards me. I recognize him. His name is Conner Simmons, the star of the school's football team. The fact that even I know this says it enough. He's tall, taller than he looks in the pictures. He has broad shoulders, dark hair, and crystal blue eyes. His shirt loosely fits his body, and his tattered jeans cling to his hips. This man can't be human. "Wow, I'm sorry!" It takes me a minute to register that he is indeed talking to me. "We were just messing around, we didn't know anyone was in here." I sit up and try to gain composure. "Oh. Ya. You're fine, with all of my brown, I'm sure I just blended into the couch." I avoid eye contact. He lets out a low chuckle that quite honestly sounds like angels singing. "You're funny, thank God you can have a sense of humor in light of being brutally attacked by a ball." "I'm not afraid of balls." Half a second passed. My mind registered. Shit. "I.. I. I mean, big balls, no, real balls, I mean, oh my god, you know what I mean." What the heck was happening to me? It's not like I had never talked to a boy before, I had a boyfriend in high school. Granted, he certainly was no Conner Simmons. More laughing, "You're hilarious! Albeit entertaining, I'm going to save you. How about a change of topic. What's your name, miss?" "Jane. Jane Witherspoon." "Well, Miss Jane Witherspoon, it was a pleasure meeting you. I must be on my way, my buds won't like it if I'm gone for long. Good luck on finals!" Conner grabbed the football and bounded out of the room in three long strides, flashing me a peace sign and a smile as he left. Oh that smile. Oh that butt. Oh these thoughts! This is not the kind of thing that I need to be focusing on hours before finals! ~ Finals seemed to drag on for hours. Sleeping on a couch is hardly the best way to rest up, and my thoughts kept wandering back to Conner. That being said, I finished my academic day feeling confident that I did better than most of my fellow students, and that had to count for something. I spent the rest of the day packing up all of my belongings. It was officially summer, and I already had plans for another living situation. A locally owned restaurant had hired me for a summer hostess position. One of the perks of the position was that they lived upstairs and had a spare room for me to stay in. I finished my packing and took a cab to the restaurant. It was now late, so only the owner was awake when I arrived. He was an older man, but very sweet. He lead me upstairs and gave me a quick tour, finishing by showing me my room, which was across the hall from a second spare room that another employee was staying in. I thanked him and unpacked my belongings before going to sleep. ~ The next morning, I woke up, took a quick shower, pulled my hair back, and went downstairs. The owner was already there, ready to start my first training. The restaurant wasn't open for breakfast hours, and I would start on the floor later that night. The owner told me a few key points, but shortly thereafter, had to leave with his wife for a supply run. He informed me that his senior employee, the person in the room across from mine, would finish my training. A few minutes after he left, my jaw hit the floor. Casually strolling down the stairs in a cool fashion, Conner Simmons' crystal blue eyes shone at me. He perked up when he recognized me and quickened his pace. "Well well well, if it isn't Miss Jane Witherspoon. You're working here this summer?" He said in a voice that felt equally crisp and velvety. "Um, yes. You work here? Don't you have football?" How was he here right now? "I don't have practice right now, and besides, I graduate next year, I've got to find a way to start paying off my loans." He grinned. "OK, now let's go start your enhanced training!" The rest of my morning was filled with Conner's thorough tutelage on the ways of being the perfect hostess, as well as various other details about the restaurant. Throughout the lesson, I couldn't help but notice Conner watching me more intently than I'm typically used to. He was very responsive to anything humorous that I said or did, which, apparently, happened quite frequently. The end of my training was signaled by the arrival of the chef and various other employees. Conner and I went upstairs to change into our uniforms. My uniform was a simple little black dress, black stockings, and black flats. I applied a dab of mascara to look more professional. When I came out of my room, Conner was leaning against the hallway wall in a pair of black slacks, black close-fitting shirt, and a black tie. He looked down at me and smiled. Something in my stomach fluttered as he sauntered over to me. His eyes seemed to soften and he started to speak, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm beyond happy that you're working here this summer. You seem like an incredible young woman, and I can't wait to get to know you better. I hope this isn't to rash, but summers always go by faster than you think, and I don't want to waste any time." I was instantly confused by his words, and even more confused by his actions. Before I could register what was going on, I felt a strong hand grab me by the small of my back, and another gentler hand grasp my chin and pull it up. Firm lips met mine. He was kissing me. Static seemed to spark between our lips, and without realizing I had done it, my lips were parting to let his tongue plunge into my mouth. Our tongues danced with each other and he pulled me in closer. I let out a moan and, all too soon, our embrace ended. He brushed my cheek with his thumb, smiled, and walked downstairs. ~ That incredible first kiss was not the last of our embraces. Throughout the summer, we learned more about each other. He wanted to be a pro football player, but his practical side was worried that his fallback wasn't secure enough. I wasn't sure what my plans were, but I knew I needed something that would stimulate me on an intellectual level. Our romantic encounters continued to a degree. We stole the occasional kiss, spoke words of desire, and cuddled when we were alone. We were very careful to not let the other employees know that we were in any kind of a relationship. Our actions went no further, until the last day of summer. ~ I was the last one in the restaurant. The employees had all gone home and the owner and his wife were out at some event. Conner was upstairs. I finished closing up, and made my way to the living quarters. I was taken aback, none of the lights were on. Confused, I stumbled down the hallway towards the only light I could see. As I got closer, I realized that the light was coming from Conner's room. It was a mere dim glow that shone from under his door. I slowly creaked his door open and whispered, "Conner?..." I gasped as I took in the room. Conner had candles lit all over the room, basking it in a dim but romantic glow. He stood at the foot of his bed, still in his work uniform, and looking slightly nervous. He began to speak. "You don't have to say yes, but today's the last day of summer, and, Jane. -'' "Yes." I cut him off and he let out a sigh of relief. Conner walked over to me and I met him half way. Our familiar lips met in a passionate embrace. His tongue swirled around with mine, and my stomach clenched in delight. Conner's hands wrapped around me and trailed down my back, pinning me to him. My hands cupped his head, my fingers entangled in his dark hair. Our lips separated and Conner stepped back. He started to take off his tie while I worked at the buttons on his shirt, exposing his incredibly sculpted chest. I ran my fingers up his abs in admiration. In return, he slipped my dress off over my head so that I was standing in my simple bra and stockings. Conner swooped me up and carried me over to the bed where he gently laid me down. He started to roll my stockings down one leg at a time, leaving a trail of kisses as he went, sending shivers up my body. He then stood and undid his own trousers, then stepped out of his boxers. His manhood sprung to life, already fully erect at the sight of me. The knowledge that I affected him so made me instantly wet, and a warm pool filled in my panties. Conner kneeled down and unhooked my bra. My breasts perked up at the exposed air and my nipples began to harden. Conner placed light kisses on my lips, along my jaw, and trailed them down my neck until they eventually met my nipples. He began suckling on one while his hand fondled the other. Never before had a man's touch affected me so. My whole body was buzzing in pleasure and in anticipation. Conner's free hand found its way to my underwear, where he stroked me. After a few moments of this, he hooked his finger around my undies and pulled it down to my knees, where I helped by kicking them off. His fingers continued playing with my sopping wet folds, occasionally circling my clitoris. I would let out a gasp or a moan, and he would grin in return, still sucking my tits to the point that my nipples couldn't get any harder. I gasped and clenched the bedding as I felt his finger slide inside of me. He worked it in and out with ease, then slid a second finger in. He rolled them around inside of me, his thumb playing with my clit. All too suddenly, he pulled them out and sat up. My body was left wanting and I let out an involuntary whimper. Conner stroked his fully erect penis and said, "Are you ready?" My body bucked up at him in response. He smiled and leaned over me. He positioned his penis above me, then lowered it into my folds. He paused, then slowly eased it inside of me. He let out a groan and my back arched, pushing him deeper inside of me. We laid like this for several moments, taking in the sensations. My body buzzed in pure delight, and tingling sensations traveled down my legs. Never before had I felt so full, so complete. Conner regained his composure and slowly pulled away from me, and eased back in. He repeated this several times, each time making me feel higher and fuller. Our bodies adjusted to the motion, and I started arching back towards him, urging him to go faster. He met my request with an increasing pace, pumping into me faster and faster. Our bodies were one. A united being of pure passion. I felt like I was on fire and this wonderful man was making me feel sensations that I never thought were possible. I began to moan uncontrollably, and he let out grunts in pleasure. He was on top of me, pushing into me with such strength and passion. All too soon, my body started shaking and building. I burst into a climax like none I could have never imagined. My orgasm caused me to clench around him, which pushed him over the edge. "Jane!" He exclaimed as his semen pumped inside of me. Conner pulled out and rolled over beside me. We both just laid there in total erotic bliss. His juice poured out of my still-pulsing body. After several minutes of total silence, I noticed that his penis was already erect again. He grinned and looked at me. "That was good, but I can do better. I'm already good to go. Just the thought of you gets me excited." I smiled back, "I could say the same. Go easy on me." Conner chuckled and stood up. He stroked his hard dick, then reached out a hand to me. He pulled me up, then guided me over to his dresser. Conner gently positioned me so that I was leaning over it, my bare butt pointing up at him. Conner fondled my cheeks, then placed his penis at my entrance. He paused as if to ask if I was ready, and I nodded in response. I gasped. He wasn't starting slow on me this time. He thrust into me, pumping again and again. He gripped my hips hard enough to make me bruise and worked my pussy with vigorous ferocity. I couldn't moan, I couldn't scream. All I could do was let out mild gasps as I tried to catch my breath. This felt so carnal, so wild and real. He thrust into me, harder, faster, stronger each time. Before I knew it, my orgasm racked around him, but this time he didn't let me have a break. He pulled out of me, grabbed my shoulders, and spun me around. He then grabbed my thighs and, with his incredible strength and athletic build, lifted me up in the air and down on his penis. Conner bounced me up and down on him. The feeling was so exhilarating. Something came over me and I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and helped him. "Oh god!" I couldn't think of a more intelligent thing to say. My mind was gone. I was lost somewhere in sensation. "Oh god! This feels so! Your dick is so good! Never let me go!" "Oh baby!" He responded, "Your pussy feels so good! You're so wet and tight! Aurgh!" We both came together. I screamed out in pure erotic euphoria. My body pulsed around him, and he just held me there, nestling his head in my breasts. After a moment, he carried me over to the bed, only pulling out to lay me down. He pulled the covers over me, then he climbed in beside me. He kissed my forehead and the only response that my exhausted, quivering body could produce was an unintelligible murmur. I could feel him grin and he whispered, "I love you, Miss Jane Witherspoon, and now you are mine."