4 comments/ 19918 views/ 7 favorites College Gives a New Beginning By: eroticagamemaker Note from the author: This story is a mix of reality and fiction; names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent. As all characters are based on real people with real feelings, emotions, fantasies and fears, this story takes time to grow and build those feelings. There are no big-breasted blond bimbos who screw everything that moves; so if you're looking for that, there are plenty of other stories like that on Literotica.com. Dedication: To my closest friend who is the most beautiful woman inside and out whom I know and was the entire inspiration for this story. All characters are over the age of 18. I look forward to your comments at the end. * COLLEGE GIVES A NEW BEGINNING It was the very first class at the large main campus; all the prior classes having been on a smaller satellite campus nearer to my home. I was now getting into the thick of my major though; a 35-year old junior, ecstatic to finally be getting beyond the basic general ed. classes where I had shared the classroom mostly with students almost half my age. Granted there had been some nice visual distractions in those courses, I won't complain. Public speaking had a gorgeous Latina, Western Civ was shared with a lovely full-chested blond and a sweet mini-skirt wearing brunette while a slender Italian immigrant dazzled the room in English Comp II. It's just a side benefit of sharing classes that everyone has to take. Still, the mindset of a late teen or early twenties student is quite different from one who had regrettably decided to set aside school for over twelve years. I had gotten married way too young to a girl I hardly knew. It wasn't to say that I didn't find her attractive still; but I found over the past decade that we had nothing in common to share and our lives had just drifted far apart. We had married under false pretenses of misconstrued ideas of who the other was that had slowly faded into reality. The only real bind left between us was our shared children. As I had waited so many years to return to school; I was far more serious about my studies than most of my younger classmates. To make matters worse, the age difference itself had set up unstated boundaries toward making any real friendships that might go beyond the classroom setting. For me, it was a truly lonely existence; friendless and alone inside and outside the home. That day it took more than a moment to find the classroom; hidden in the four-story institutional monster of steel. When I walked in the room though, I was quite pleased to see that not everyone in the classroom was quite so young. "Perhaps I can even find a friend or two" I recall whispering to myself, wishing more than anything to be able to share my passion for the graphic arts and computers with someone who would appreciate them in like manner. My wife sure didn't understand it nor did she really care to even try. The room was halfway full so there were a number of seats available still. I chose one between a long-haired blond and wavy-haired brunette, both of which appeared to be circa my own age. I could claim that it was approximation to the board and the teacher as to why I chose the seat, but the reality of it was, even from the distance of the door, the brunette had definitely struck my fancy. Now I'm not exactly a Don Juan with women, particularly having been out of that race for so many years so I didn't honestly expect anything to come of my choosing that seat. More than likely we'd share a 'hello', maybe exchange names and I'd enjoy the occasional glancing view of her pretty face as the semester rolled on. Furthermore, I was a serious student and married after all, even if it wasn't happily so per se. Still, I had always respected that simple fact and stayed reserved within my shell; only enjoying the visual scenery from a quiet safe distance. "Stewart," I held out my hand in greeting to my new neighbor as I took my seat. She turned and looked up at me; her full cheeks covered by soft freckles and her brown eyes sweet and kind as she smiled at me from behind a smart pair of spectacles which she wore. "Shellie," she took my hand as I sat down, "...nice to meet you." Roaming over her figure while I replied in like kind, I knew immediately I had made the right decision. Her wavy hair had first caught my attention but now that I was up close, it looked even more breathtaking. It fell to just above her moderate feminine curves which she revealed through a bit of modest yet attractive cleavage. Her face was beautifully kind; a gentle smile of soft inviting lips that created cute little dimples from her nose to the sides of her mouth. This served to further enhance the very sweetness in her eyes and make my own jaw drop as I looked upon her. As most men generally do, my eyes continued roaming along the natural artistry of her body. She was well put together, that's for sure. A healthy womanly waist that led to attractively flared motherly hips; she had definitely had a child in her life and I couldn't help thinking how lucky that boy must be to have such a sexy mama. She was a real woman, wholly beautiful in the way that nature had designed her to be. My head was completely spinning just looking at her. The blond on my left introduced herself to be Dorothy; a hippie with long blond stringy hair down to the small of her back. She wore an ankle-length dress and just gave off that hippie vibe that was pleasant enough. Definitely not my style but a nice enough classmate to share a seat next to; I had sat there to get to see Shellie though, no doubt about it. That first class was like all the others had been; a synopsis of what we would learn and then a quick exercise to introduce us to the program we were being taught. "Why isn't it working?" Shellie tossed her hands in the air, a bit of frustration coming through. Being a natural with computers, I had picked up on it quickly while she was obviously having a little more difficulty. Without a second thought, I leaned over a bit to her screen to help. "I think you have to use that one first," I pointed at the button that she had been missing in her errors, "then go over there." I looked at her and smiled, catching her sweet intoxicating aroma in my nose. "Oh my..., thanks," she replied with a genuine smile back as I regrettably leaned away again. She clapped gleefully as she finally managed to complete the task. I couldn't help but continue smiling back at her, a bit goofy-looking I'm sure. I was already losing myself to the overwhelming power this beautiful woman was holding on me. When the class broke for break, I headed outside for a smoke. To my absolute delight, Shellie came out as well and we just chatted even though she didn't share in my horrible habit. Though I didn't realize it then, that was the moment that our friendship truly began. Over the next few weeks we discussed and laughed about the various projects in class. We offered suggestions and praises to each other's work and I reveled in the ability to finally have a friend I could share my passion with as well as had a talent to match my own. In her presence, I also came out of my shell; finding that outgoing, joking and sometimes a little charming part of me that I had thought had disappeared years before. I always had a bit of an advantage in learning the new techniques on the program but was just as quick to give a helping hand to Shellie. I helped a few others around me too occasionally just so no one would catch on to my extreme attraction to this beautiful goddess. Truth be told, I really enjoyed having the excuse to lean closer to her though; she always smelled divinely and more than once I found myself getting lost in her gorgeous eyes or the heavenly vision of her sensual cleavage. It was during one of these moments when I sat just admiring both the art that she made as well as the art that was naturally her when she turned to me for some help once more. "How can I get this to split here?" she pointed at the screen. She had actually caught me staring through the button of her blouse at the sensual point where her milky white and lightly freckled breast met the brassiere's fabric though she didn't realize that she had caught me. I acted without thinking, snapping my eyes up to hers and hoping not to have been noticed while subconsciously placing my hand over hers on her mouse. Instantly electricity shot through my entire body the moment I touched her that first time; a feeling of blissful heaven, of angelic radiance, of pure awe. Realizing I probably shouldn't have done that, I showed her quickly on the screen and pulled my hand back. I looked up at her worried, concerned that I might have overstepped my bounds by not thinking straight. She didn't really seem all that worried about it though, going on about her work as if my touching her hand were a daily occurrence. I sighed quietly, content both in the sparkling feeling that still lingered within me and the hope that I might try it again sometime. That one class quickly became the center of my life. I looked forward with high hopes to those three hours that I shared with her every week; the rest of the week just existing as I waited once more for that moment. I found myself thinking of Shellie the moment I awoke, wondering what she might be doing at different times throughout the day and most of all; she was the protagonist in the best of my dreams. The morning after, I always woke up with the stiffest morning wood I had felt in years. At the house, things were continuing to deteriorate as the end of the year came on. My wife took the children to visit her family for Christmas in what we agreed would be a trial separation; completely unsure whether they would actually return. Though I loved my children dearly and missed them for the holidays, I was glad that they wouldn't have to witness the unending arguing and fighting any longer that had become the daily routine in our household. The time alone also gave me ample opportunity to think of Shellie with even greater frequency. More than one lonely night was passed where she was on my mind while I fantasized of the things I wanted to do to her; to caress her soft cheeks, kiss her sensual lips, put my arms around her waist and hold her close to me, feeling her lovely curves press against my body and so on. With only a few weeks left to go before the end of the semester, I became fearful that I might never see her again. After all, though we had become friends in class; that had not yet ventured outside the school. I didn't have her email or phone number and I didn't know what classes she might be taking the following semester. When I arrived at the school, I was determined to find some way of staying in contact with her. That day there was a fair at the school though so the evening students were forced to park in the extreme far parking lot making most of us late for class. Shellie was particularly flustered when she arrived. "I think I'm going to leave early tonight," she said frustrated, tossing her things on the desk. "I'm not walking all the way out there in the darkness when class is over." I froze in terror; the thought of losing even an hour of my precious time with her was more than I could stand to bear and with only a few more weeks left as it was. "Can I uh...," I paused, unsure how to say it right without coming across too weird. "Would you like me to walk with you to your car? You know..., to make sure you get there safe tonight?" She looked up from her desk at me, the frustration melting into that beautiful smile that I so adored. "Would you? Oh, that would be so sweet." I felt like a million bucks at that moment; a knight in shining armor for the beautiful princess who needed my bravery by her side. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, we compared our planned schedules for the following semester and I nearly jumped for joy when I saw that we shared not only one, but two classes together! The entire class my head was soaring through the heavens, my heart fluttering like a butterfly recently born as we carried on together in our friendship routine. As class finished, though I still had to turn in some work to the teacher, Shellie waited for me by the door to finish and we walked out together. It really was quite the long haul out to where she had parked but I enjoyed every second of it. The moon shown nearly full and it illuminated her face and hair in stunning harmony, bringing forth even more of her beauty than normal if that were even possible. We talked and carried on, laughed and joked all the way out to her car. "Thanks for walking with me," she smiled as she opened the door. "I really wouldn't want to be out here alone." Again my mind acted before it let me think as I replied, "Yeah, you're just too damn sexy to be out here by yourself." Realizing what I had admitted, being the very first time I had actually been flirtatious with her, my mind panicked. What if she didn't like it? What if she got mad at me and never spoke to me again? What if... "Get outta here," she slapped me playfully on the arm as I breathed in relief to my panic-stricken mind. She was obviously blushing a bit; I could see it in the moonlight. Since I had opened the box and it hadn't scared her off, I decided to see what else might come of it. "Well, it's the absolute truth," I added looking her straight in the eye, a sheepish grin across my lips. She was still smiling when she got into the car, looking back at me. "Well, thank you Stewart." From that moment forward, I was a bit more open and direct with her. I'm sure it easily became obvious to her that I found her quite attractive as I used every opportunity given to flirt with her. My favorite was to comment on the lovely view as nonchalantly as talking about the weather while I walked behind her on the stairwell. "I REALLY like that shirt," I grinned while sitting next to her in class, "it looks really good on you." It was also pretty obvious with my desirous glances at her white cleavage as to why I was particularly fond of it. The neckline was cut much lower than most other shirts she wore and realizing what I meant, she just giggled and shook her head while rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure you do." To my surprise, she didn't really do anything to cover herself though. Did she appreciate me looking at her that way? Did it make her feel as special as I hoped I could make her feel? Though I didn't stare, trying not to be rude, I took every glancing moment I could spare that evening as I marveled at her feminine beauty. I also walked with her to the car every night from then on and we spent long moments just talking, many times getting into the more nitty-gritty of our own lives. She spoke of her son who was soon to be eighteen and the difficult relationship that she had with her partner. She was a lot like me it turned out; unappreciated for her talent and interests in her own home and cast off to the side. She even spoke of separating from him though it wasn't to be until after her son went to college. I was completely taken back to see that someone could be so blind when they had such a perfect gem within their grasp. She deserved to be treated like a queen, pampered like a princess. How could he be so stupid? On the other hand, I secretly hoped he would continue to be blind and just let her go; it meant that I might actually have a chance to catch her if the divorce that my wife and I were talking about actually went through. The last night before Christmas break out by her car I relished every moment I had with her, knowing it would be several weeks before I could see her again. When it was finally time to break, I succumbed to at least one of the urges I had felt growing all semester long. "Merry Christmas, Shellie," I reached in and hugged her close to me, marveling in the feel of her as she hugged me back. "Merry Christmas, Stewart. I'll see you next year, right?" I nodded gladly, keeping a stiff upper lip and refusing to show the sadness that was in my heart at that moment. At least it was only a few weeks and not forever though. Once she got into her car, I watched her drive off while I walked alone back to my own car. A tear formed in the corner of my eye once the car had disappeared into the night and slowly slid down my cheek. "I think I love you, Shellie," I whispered. ***** Christmas time was a long grueling solitude that nearly sent me into madness. I missed my children and their happy faces on Christmas day and I missed Shellie dearly. Honestly, I tried to miss my wife as well, feeling almost obligated to do so but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it. I was just too happy to see her enjoying herself with her family and letting me blossom into a whole person once more myself. We really were better off apart. When school finally resumed, I returned that first day with jitters and nerves all about my body. Would she be the same toward me? Had she changed? Had things been worked out between her and her partner? What if she didn't end up going that semester? Holding my head up high, readying myself to see what the next few months would bring, I walked into the class. She was sitting at the back but there was someone else sitting next to her. My heart froze, a sudden wave of jealousy coursing through my body to see another guy sitting there. Still, she waved at me as I walked around the room, being forced to take a seat up front. "You didn't save me a seat?" I asked her across the room jokingly though my eyes probably shown the disappointment within. "I did, but you came late," she replied giggling. At least she seemed genuine in wanting to have me around again. There was an empty seat next to me and I waved her to come up front. "No..., I don't like the front," she complained and I feigned a pout, resigning myself that in this class we might not be sitting together. To my amazement though, she grabbed her things and walked to the front of the class, sitting down next to me. "Happy now?" she smirked at me but it faded to that beautiful smile I loved so much. I was utterly ecstatic! Over the following weeks we resumed our normal routine though now we shared six hours in two separate classes on the same night. During the breaks we walked around the building while I smoked and we chatted, the subjects becoming more personal and the flirts becoming more obvious than before. She didn't really return them much, but I could tell she definitely liked receiving them. From the very first night that I walked her to her car once more, we parted with friendly hugs. By the fourth week of school we were standing out by her car talking for nearly an hour. As she spoke, I was just lost in her eyes; listening to her angelic voice, admiring everything about her from her slightly shorter hair that made her look all the more innocent all the way down her sexy body. I wanted her more than anyone I had ever wanted in my life. It was nearing the end of our chat on that fourth week, the others from the class had already left and we were the only ones still in the parking lot as it neared on midnight. She came in for the hug that now sort of signaled it was time to go but my desires came over me with full force. I turned my head at the last moment, laying my hands along her cheeks and our lips locked in a quick kiss. "Stewart!" she backed away quickly, covering her mouth with her hand as she blushed. "What the hell was that?" I stuttered in reply, trying to cover my tracks that it had just been an accident but she didn't believe me in the least of course. "Yeah sure..., an accident..., uh huh," but she was giggling and shook her head. "Well...," I ran my hand nervously through my hair. She did things to me that were inexplicable; completely changing who I was but how did I tell her that? The feeling of her soft lips still hung on to mine and more than anything I wanted to feel them again so bad. It had been amazing if too short. "It was the best accident I've ever had though." College Gives a New Beginning "But you're still a married man and people don't really know that you're separated yet. They are already starting to think things about us as it is," she replied, a true look of concern in her eye. "I have to be careful, you know. They'll get the wrong impression of me." My jaw dropped as I listened to her; realizing by her words that reality was she felt similar desires toward me. After all, her only worries were because I was married which led me to believe she wanted me equally but restrained herself only for that fact. I inched a little closer to her, my desires for her overcoming my actions. Looking around the parking lot one last time, I said, "Only the stars are watching us right now..., no one else is around to see a thing." She playfully rolled her eyes and sat down in the seat of her car then looked back at me, a grin spreading across her lips. "You're crazy; you know that, right?" she chuckled as she stood up once more, closing the distance between us. "I'm crazy about you...," I replied taking the chance to inch a little closer as well. "That I do know." She slowly leaned against me, pressing her soft lips delicately against mine. The electric shock immediately soaked my body from head to toe as my head spun into the heavens. "Only when we're absolutely alone, okay?" she added then gave me another peck before getting back in her car and driving away. I was drunk; intoxicated by her feeling, her skin, the smell of her hair. My heart wanted to do backflips while my mind wrestled with the fact that it would be another week before I got to see her again. What was worse, my wife and the kids were returning later that week. Her parents had convinced her to try one last time. "I don't want one last time," I spoke out loud to myself in the car as I drove home, reliving the moment in my head. "I want Shellie; I want a new chance to live again." Hearing the words actually spoken made my drive all the more set on that fact. Of course, I knew she still was with her partner as well so it would take time; but eventually I was determined to make her mine. The night they returned, my peace was shattered into pieces. The old arguments began before we even arrived home from the airport and I told her right there that I had a big project due at school so I wouldn't be home the following evening until late. It was a flat lie; but I just didn't want to be around her at all. Where Shellie brought out the best in me; my wife brought out my worst. At the school the following evening, I went to the lab to work. I really didn't have anything to work on but the ambience just made my heart flurry as I thought of Shellie. Sitting before the computer, my eyes closed as I dreamed of her, the dream suddenly became quite real. "Hey you," I felt a poke in the ribs and that sweet angelic voice only a few feet away. "What are you doing here tonight?" Shellie asked as I opened my eyes. "Just..., working on some things," I glanced at the black computer screen, having not even turned on the machine yet. She saw it too and looked back at me in surprise. "Walk with me," she held out her hand and I gladly took it; happy for any excuse to feel her hand in mine. Slowly we walked around the building though I didn't say much, just listened to her funny stories and enjoyed her company. She kept stopping every few minutes and asking if I was really okay and I tried to feign that I was but she had truly come to know the real me over the past several months. Around the back of the building as we walked slowly, I felt her fingers run along my palm and then slide into mine, interlocking as we walked and my heart just jumped once more. "Shellie?" I asked her, stopping her in mid-stride to look at me. She raised her eyebrows curiously but never pulled her hand back. I bit my bottom lip nervously, running my fingers through my hair. "You uh..., you know that I uh...," I couldn't get the words to come out; my entire body was trembling with a mix of scared and excited emotions. "What is it Stewart? You can tell me," she smiled once more; that smile that gave me courage and made my head spin. That smile that made me first fall in love with her to begin with. "I love you, Shellie," my voice squeaked a bit as I admitted months' worth of feelings in those four words. "I mean..., I've fallen in love you." She smiled at me from cheek to cheek, a little blush coming across those full cheeks and looked around us before leaning in to kiss my lips softly once more. "It's not really a secret sweetie...," she whispered with a giggle, "but I'm still glad to hear you finally say it." She didn't return the words exactly but as we walked slowly on that evening, she kept her hand in mine and even leaned her head on my shoulder. I heard her even give a contented sigh into the night. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that she felt the same. The following few weeks were a little frustrating for me. I wanted to be alone with her so I could feel those sensual lips on mine once more but it just never seemed to work out. There was always someone around and she insisted on our 'behaving' when anyone else might see. It was three weeks later as we sat in class completing our midterms and I felt her hand placed on mine under the table. 'I love you, too' she mouthed to me with a smile before returning to her work and about halfway through the class time we had both finished and left, purposefully waiting a few minutes between so no one would realize we were leaving together. Once free of class and knowing we still had an hour and a half before class was supposed to officially be over, we began walking toward her car slowly. I was afraid she'd want to go home immediately but she didn't stop by the car at all. We just kept walking on in the direction of a trail through the woods beyond the school. It was about a thousand feet into the woods where we found a park bench and Shellie sat down, pulling me down beside her. "Now we can do this properly," she giggled, frisking her hair back and leaning over to kiss me. It wasn't the soft kisses we had shared before though; her intentions were a lot more passionate now as her tongue snuck into my mouth and played with mine. Quickly I followed suit, joining in her game as I wrapped my hands around her waist and held her tight to me. She put her arms around my neck and we made out like teens in love under the forested moonlight. My hands roamed over her back and after a few minutes I became a little daring, allowing my hands to brush the hem of her shirt up just high enough so I could touch her bare skin. She slipped her head to the opposite side when I did, heaving her chest into mine which I took as a sign of her enjoyment of the moment. Slowly my hands rose along her bare back under the loose shirt, finally reaching the strap of her bra. We hadn't stopped kissing for more than a breathing moment the entire fifteen or so minutes but I wasn't sure exactly how far she wanted to take this. With my hands slowly caressing her back, she broke off the kiss just long enough to speak. "You know love," she whispered, "you'll get a lot further if you get that out of the way." It was only a suggestion; not a demand though as she continued her erotic assault upon my lips. My head flew to the heavens both by her suggestion and that she called me 'love.' Fumbling as if I were a nervous teen, I tried to unsnap the bra with a single hand but my lack of practice from the past several years made it quite difficult. She broke the kiss once more and turned her back toward me, lifting her shirt just high enough so I could see what I was doing. With a quick unclipping, she skillfully removed the garment from under her shirt while giggling at me. "You're not a virgin, right?" I laughed, a little embarrassed at the temporary setback in my skills. "Just out of practice, that's all," I chuckled remembering how I once could unsnap a whole row of bras in less than thirty seconds. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and leaned her back against me, nuzzling her neck with my lips as my hands roamed her bare stomach under her shirt and slowly, even tantalizingly teasing, I slid them up her body. She cocked her head to the left, meeting my lips once more while wrapping her arms around my neck behind her. It was a clear signal to me what she wanted; the path was completely open to me. Her feminine flesh was undeniably divine; my palms slowly caressing the soft sensual globes, their slightest sagging weight in my hands from her days of pregnancy and child-rearing reaffirming to me the absolute natural beauty that she was. All in all, she was about a perfect handful for my large hands; probably would have been a bit more than that on a shorter typical-sized guy. I'm pretty tall though; skinny body, big hands, long legs and fingers, that sort of thing. Still wearing her shirt, of course, I couldn't really see anything but the sexy cleavage of my vantage point over her shoulder. Still, I explored her curves blindly with my hands just as my tongue friskily swam within her succulent mouth. Reaching her nipples, I found that they were quite erect as they poked directly into my hand. With easy movements, unsure just how sensitive she might be, I made circles with my palms over the tips. Immediately she gasped, pressing herself more against my palms before settling back into our kiss. Content to see her reaction, I searched her nipples again, taking them simultaneously in a gentle pinch of my index finger and thumb. Her mouth broke from mine as she lay her head back on my shoulder, a slight tremble shaking through her body as she inhaled deep and slow. With her head moved, I could see down her body now; her stomach actually bared a bit by the pulled up shirt. There was a small space between her jeans and abdomen; easily I could see the lacy edge of her crème-colored panties. Looking back at her angelic face, her eyes closed in tender bliss as I pleasured her nipples in our shared moment, I decided to venture downstairs. She was just too inviting not to. Leaving my right hand on her breast, kissing her neck and running my lips up to her earlobe, playing my tongue with her earring before making the slow tantalizing return trip, my left hand also caressed down her body. "Mmmmm," she moaned as my hand slipped beneath her jeans and lacy hem. I got as far as my fingertips brushing the tops of her trimmed girl fur when the fabric stopped me. "Naughty boy," she whispered with a giggle, releasing her arms from my neck long enough to unbutton and unzip her jeans before putting the arms back. "You make me feel like a teenager again," she whispered turning her head to kiss my neck. With the coast clear and her obvious invitation, I continued my descent into her soft nether regions, my fingers running slowly through her supple hair while our lips locked once more. My fingers found the top of her Venusian smile and she gasped, her legs moving a little further apart to allow my advance. "You don't know how many times I've fantasized about this," I teased in her ear, my hands continuing forward as my fingers caressed down her bare mound. "You and me both," she gasped, pushing her pelvis against my intruding hand. My middle finger slipped between her womanly folds, the tip finding her heavenly warm entrance. I added just a touch of pressure there together with a rolling of my fingers in my other hand on her nipple while I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, pulling my head and lips closer and tighter against her. My own rod was on fire, pushing against my jeans and I knew she could feel it in her back. He was pleading to be let out but I refused to give in to my own needs; concentrating only on pleasuring the woman I loved. She was getting warmer and wetter by the second, reacting to the circles I made just outside her moist canal. I began to dip inside with every second pass, drawing out her juices to my finger as I entered a bit deeper with each motion. Shellie found my rhythm and pushed down against me with each pass, making my intruder explore new and deeper parts of her womanhood. "Oh Stewart...," she gasped as my finger dove to its depths, bucking her hips against my hand as her warmth surrounded me. "You feel so amazing," I whispered in her ear, my right hand lowering from her breast to join in the loving exploration down below. She was really getting worked up, pulsing her hips against me, the wet moisture making a second finger slip along into her love canal just as my right hand found her excited clit near the top of her lips. After wetting my fingers with her juices, I began gyrating my right hand along her erect bud while simultaneously running my fingers along her inner wall with my left. She was forced to break our lips' embrace as her mouth opened and her body shuddered to my touch. She arched her back against my body, pushing her hips in rhythm to my touches and thrusts. "Wow..., lo..., love," her body jerked involuntarily as she looked up into my eyes. "You're gon..., gonna make m..., make me cu..., cum if yo..., you don't..., st..., st..., stop." I took it as a personal challenge, adding just a touch more of pressure and speed to her sensitive lady parts. "That's my plan, beautiful." The shuddering and twitching in her abdomen spread to her legs and head as well with increasing frequency. She wrapped her arms around my neck behind her again, spreading her legs just a tad wider as she made love to my hands intruding her jeans. Her breathing was coming short and her eyes closed as she bit her lip. Barely I could make out an audible mantra of "yeah..., there..., yeah..., Stewart..., mmmmm...." Suddenly her eyes flew open as she looked up at me, her lips trembling and shaking with equal strength as her stomach and legs were now doing. "I love you..., Stewart," I could feel her muscles contracting on my fingers as her sex embraced me as hard as her arms were doing. It took a few minutes for her to come back down from her natural high. I tried touching her again but she jerked and shook her head, pulling my hands out of her panties. Being the joking goof that I was, I licked my fingers, moaning and audibly enjoying her womanly taste. "You're crazy," she shook her head, forcing herself to sit back up straight. "Delicious," I replied, winking at her. "I can't wait to lick it out straight from the source." She giggled and blushed, buttoning her pants back together. "Not out here in the woods, you're not...," she turned to look at me. "As much as I might really want you to..., I'm not taking my pants off out here." Her eyes then glanced down at the bulge in my pants and back up. "You on the other hand...," she scooted forward, her hands running down my chest and abdomen to find my belt buckle and button. "You don't have to take your pants off all the way," she looked at me exotically, an eye of lust as she pushed the zipper down and reached into my pants and boxers with her hand. When her hand brushed my rod, I gasped just by her touch. It took a long minute and I did end up pushing the jeans off just a little before she could finally get my stiff soldier out into the night air. Finally he was free though, held in her soft fingers as she slid ever closer to me. "Mmmm," she bit her bottom lip, closing the distance between us. "I could definitely get used to playing with this," she slowly stroked my bared manhood while her lips locked on mine in a passionate kiss. Once more my head was spinning, feeling her fingers run up and down my length, circling my sensitive helmet with her hand while she passionately played with my tongue. Being on edge for so long while I had played with her, I could feel my own eruption coming soon though I pushed it back with all my strength. The moment was just too amazingly beautiful to stop just yet. My hands roamed under her shirt, cupping her breasts while she continued to please me with deep full strokes followed by circles with her palm along my head. My pre-cum juices were flowing and she used them to great effect, wetting her palm all the more, driving me insane by the smooth feel of her fingers. Just when I thought the time was about to come, she stopped, breaking off our tongues' embrace. Her eyes looked sparkling and devilish at the same time while she pushed herself back along the bench, lowering her body. "Oh wow," I exclaimed, feeling her lips suddenly engulf my rod. She was warm and blissful, sensual in her wet caresses while her hand continued to stroke the base of my manhood. "Shellie," my abdomen twitched as I ran my fingers through her smooth silky hair, "you're a goddess my love." I felt my moment now quickly approaching and though I didn't want her to stop the amazing tongue bath, I knew I had to warn her. "Shellie love..., I'm..., I'm gonna...," she paused for just a moment like she was thinking before redoubling her efforts. All my strength gave way immediately as my legs twitched and a thousand fireworks blew up inside my body. Wave after wave of electric shocks coursed through me as I exploded with a final grunt into her loving mouth, doubling over as she sucked every drop from me like a straw. When I finally stopped cumming, she sat up, her full cheeks puffed out like her mouth was full. She looked around like she wanted a place to put it but her giggling side took over once more. Scrunching her eyes, she swallowed it down and started laughing. "What?" I blushed while putting myself away once more. "What's so funny?" "Didn't know where to put it so as not to make a mess on my clothes," she giggled. "That's the first time I've ever done that." "It sure was sexy watching you though," I chuckled standing up and holding out my hand to her. "God..., it felt good too, baby." She took my hand in hers, interlocking our fingers as we slowly started walking out of the forest. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," she whispered. "...almost enough to say 'hell with it' and jump you right here." "I wouldn't mind," I shrugged goofily while she looked at me with a giggle. "Yeah, I bet you wouldn't." We walked on slowly, enjoying each other's company as we neared the parking lot. When we saw there were people still around, she reluctantly let go of my hand and we walked to her car like always. "Tell you what," she sat in her chair looking over at me and then at the people coming out of the building. "Can you take a day off work next week?" I nodded, "for you; definitely." She blushed and grinned. "How about I email you what day and we meet up," she bit her lip as her eyes roamed over me. "God I want you so bad...," she gave a low growl. "That feeling is DEFINITELY mutual," I chuckled and she looked around the parking lot once more, pouting when she saw the people still around. "...but not just once," I added, leaning against the open door. "I want to have you forever; go to bed beside you, wake up with you in my arms every morning." She looked up at me, her eyes batting as a sparkle grew in them. "Why couldn't I have met you eighteen years ago?" two tears slowly slid down her cheek. "We could have been so perfect together." "It's not too late, you know." I leaned in closer to her, somewhat aware that we were being watched by the instructor talking with a few students nearby. "We could still runaway together." "But..., you're married." I shook my head. "She's leaving when school's out for the summer," I replied. "The papers are already being worked up as we speak." Her shoulders drooped as she looked longingly at me. "But..., my son. He won't turn eighteen for about a year still." I touched her chin, bringing her eyes back up to meet mine. "Then I'll wait for you," I promised. "We can stay incognito for another year while you get things ready. Once we graduate and he turns eighteen, we'll run off together out west. Come on, love." College Gives a New Beginning She took a deep breath, her eyes watered; the tears flowing down her cheek. "You're just too wonderful." Either unaware or no longer caring that we had a small audience, she reached up and flung her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. "I love you, Stewart." Just as quickly she was back in her car, started it and drove off while the instructor approached me from behind. "I had a feeling you two were up to something." I spun around, caught off guard by his advance. "Um..., just really good friends..., I swear." I put my hands up in defense. "Sure! But I don't meddle in my students' affairs," he chuckled stressing the last word, "don't worry. For what it's worth though," he put his hand on my shoulder. "...you two look really good together; you know, there's that glow about you both that just kind of gives it away." I blushed as he held out his hand and I shook it. "'night Stewart." Shellie's email said to take off Monday so I called in that morning just after driving off from the house dressed in my normal work clothes. A few minutes down the road, I received a text with a hotel room number followed by another asking whether I preferred black or red. I chuckled as I pulled into the hotel parking lot. "On you, either is perfect," I announced as she opened the door for me to the small but classy room. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I looked at her though. She was wearing a black silk nightgown with spaghetti straps that only barely covered her bottom and gave lots of beautiful freckled cleavage. "That's a perfect answer," she pulled me inside by my shirt, closing the door behind me while pushing up on her tip toes to lock our lips once more. I wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up off the floor and spun her around while she locked her legs around me. "Ooh, you're fun," she giggled as we fell onto the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. With her back pinned to the bed by my weight and her knees nearly up to her chest while she looked up at me, it was a super turn-on for me seeing her kind of helpless there. Holding her legs in place under her knees, I pushed up off her while openly admiring her shapely round and nearly bare bottom. Only a small black lacy panty covered her womanhood and the inner edges of her cheeks. "What are you doing," she wiggled, trying to get free. "Just enjoying the view," I replied, using the same line I always did in the stairwell at school. She threw her head back on the bed, laughing heartily while I let her legs go. With her distracted, I quickly lowered myself to my knees, my face resting directly between her legs before she even knew what happened. My open mouth directly on her panties, I blew hot air onto her sex which made her jump up to her elbows in a start. "Oh my...," she swallowed hard, her legs instinctively closing around my head. "You definitely don't waste any time there love." I nuzzled her sex with my nose through the thin cloth, taking in her sweet musky aroma. "I've been waiting nearly a whole year to do this to you," I played at the edges of the material with my tongue. "Since the day we met?" she giggled, opening her legs a bit wider so I could play. "Yep..., from the first moment I saw you," I gently kissed up the inside of her thigh, "...and thought to myself that you were definitely the hottest mama I'd ever seen." My kisses worked back down her thigh and I once more nuzzled her gently moving to the other thigh. "Okay, now you're driving me crazy," she put her hands on my head, pushing her knees wider apart. I slowed my trail of kisses back down her thigh, tantalizing with teases as I inched toward her sex. Heat was coming off her; her aroma was getting a bit stronger as she tried to guide my head to her honey pot. Starting just above her ankles, I ran my hands along her legs in a massaging caress, allowing them finally to go up under her nightgown. My fingers then ran along her belly, along the hem of her panties all the way around to her beautiful bottom where I finally started to pull them off her. "Damn..., you like to play," she pushed herself up just enough so I could pull the garment off, revealing for the first time her beautiful womanhood to my eyes. My jaw dropped and my rod rose to instant erection; she was like an art form that I could just look at and enjoy for hours on end. I began with a series of kisses along her womanly lips; up top, down low, slowly letting my tongue begin to trail behind as I moved along her skin. As I felt her warmth slowly increase, my tongue centered more into her folds, parting them as I ran the length of her slit, very careful to not touch her sensitive nub just yet. The kisses turned French style as I nuzzled her folds and my tongue explored her entrance to heaven, diving further in and retreating with a quick wiggle on each pass. She pushed herself against me, pressing my head further into her until my nose brushed her clit and she jerked. Laying my tongue flat, I drove it inside her and then let it trail upwards until it too found her now fully erect button. Swirling it around, making her inhale deeply, I drove back down her folds and plunged my tongue to its full depth only to repeat the process once more. The swirls began to take more time as I increased the speed of my rhythm, spending more and more time on that small bit. She let go of my head grabbing instead the comforter on either side of her as I used my own hands to spread her legs a little wider before wrapping them around her beautiful thighs and ass. My fingers came around to her front, pulling slightly at the tops of her lips and letting her throbbing naked clit into the air. I latched onto her with my lips, making her grab a pillow from behind her and cover her face as she squealed into it, her body going suddenly tense. Working my tongue directly on the tip of her sensitivity while my lips massaged its sides, I could hear her mumbled chanting into the pillow's softness. "Oh damn..., oh..., oh..., whoa..., whoa...," her legs were trembling like mad, threatening at any moment to close in on me while her abdomen jerked and twitched. I refused to let go though, working on sending her into the stratosphere if I could. Suddenly the twitches became stronger, her back arching as her pelvis jerked about under my assault. Her hands flew to the back of my head once more, pressing me upon her like she wanted my whole body inside while her legs wrapped around my neck. "St..., St..., St..., Stewart," I kept up the assault on her clit, nuzzling my chin into her sopping wetness just below. Her jerking and twitching turned to tense stiffness; her eyes were blanked in pure ecstasy. She tried to speak but couldn't while her body bathed my face in pure womanly love. "Oh God," she pushed my head back and closed her legs, rolling over on her side. "I ca..., can..., can't take..., an..., any more." Her breathing was heavy and winded; her words short and chopped. I sat back on my legs and watched her as she came back down from the high I had given her. "Wow, Stewart," she finally pushed herself up on her arms. "It's been uh..., quite a while since I had one like that," she let her head bob down, thoroughly exhausted. "...if ever!" I chuckled as I pulled myself up to the bed. "Not many guys enjoy eating pussy as much as I do," I replied and she looked at me, her jaw dropping at my directness as she threw a pillow at me. "You just better get your butt naked and up on the bed next to me," she grinned wiggling her ass enticingly while the patted her hand on the bed. I didn't need to be told twice. Quickly I stripped of all my clothes, leaving them in a tossed pile on the floor. My soldier was already standing at full attention as I climbed on the bed and knelt beside her. "You too," I grabbed the hem of her nightgown but she put her hand down to stop me, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. "I know..., I know..., you've been waiting all year to see my girls," she giggled, putting her arms up in the air and I took it as my invitation to go ahead. I grabbed the hem of her nightgown once more, this time leaning forward and kissing her neck as I did, pulling the gown up. I broke the kiss only once the gown was up to her neck and leaned her back onto the bed, thoroughly enjoying the view now that she was completely naked before me. Her breasts were just as beautiful as she was; white and freckled, a small to medium size light brown, almost rosy areola. They both were topped with scrumptious erect little nubs that were just inviting me to suckle them immediately; I didn't keep them waiting for long. Moving forward, I planted my mouth immediately around her left nipple. My tongue danced about her little erection while my hand went behind her head, reaching around to cup her other breast with my massaging fingers. The left hand still free, it made its way down her body, caressing in circles along her abdomen until finally arriving at her still hot wet triangle. "I want you, Stewart," she cooed in my ear. "I want to feel you inside me right now." I loved hearing those words; marveled at how they made me feel. I turned to the side; positioning myself against her bum while raising her left leg to drape over mine. My other hand and mouth never left her breasts for even a moment. My rigid rod was pressed against her hot sex; I could feel the heat coming off her as she nuzzled my ear. Pointing myself directly at her Venusian heaven, I parted her sweet lips with my helmet. I wanted her so bad; wanted to feel her warmth engulf me but I forced myself to take my time as I savored each sensation. "Oh yeah," she lay her head back on the pillow just as I pushed the last of my rod within her. Shellie rocked her hips against her loving intruder and I worked my hips in a circle, pulling half-way out before sliding easily through her wet canal to her blissful depths once more. We continued this dance for several minutes, picking up speed with each round until her breathing became quite heavy. I then withdrew from her, guiding her hips to get up on her knees. "Oh I need you so much," she whimpered getting into position as I placed myself behind her lovely bottom. Her lips were parted, wet and inviting my return entry. With greater strength now, I drove my soldier inside her waiting folds and she gasped, throwing her head back as I played a little rougher. Reaching around her body, I groped her breasted as I slapped her clit with my balls on each thrust. "Oh God!" she rasped, throwing her own body back against me with increasing speed. Her elbows where shaking and she lowered her face closer to the bed making it difficult to reach her breasts. Instead, I repositioned my hands on her smooth lovely hips, giving even greater force as I slammed into her. "St..., Steeewww...," she whimpered and I saw she was nearly there but I was a little too close as well. I wanted to make sure she had a hellacious orgasm before I would let myself go so I pulled out of her, tossing myself on the bed on my back next to her. Guiding her to straddle me, she hurriedly replaced my pole right where she wanted it and drove her body down on me. Grinding her hips along my body, I pushed out my stomach and tightened the muscle right where her clit was rubbing while simultaneously guiding her hips quicker with my hands. "Yeah..., yeah..., yeah..., damn..., St.., St...," she closed her eyes and fell forward on my body, her lips engulfing mine with needy passion while her entire body began to quiver and shake. I started making full hard thrusts into her, her lips falling from mine as she buried her head into my neck, breathing intensely and continuing her whimpering mantra. I could feel the tremble through her body tight against mine until she pushed herself back up and tossed her head back, crying out "Oh God! Stewwwwwarttttt!" Feeling her warmth clamp my rod in convulsions was nearly too much for me but I concentrated and focused on riding her through her orgasm, pushing it as far and intense as I could make it. As I saw her start to come down, I slowed the pace from a thrust to a gentle grind while she fell forward onto my body, wrapping her arms around my neck. "You should have cum with me," she whispered in an exhausted breath. "Nope..., that one was all for you baby. The next one I'll let myself go with you," then I paused my movement for a moment. "You um..., you want me to..., you know?" "Don't worry baby," she kissed my cheek, then rolled over on the bed while pulling me along to be on top. "We're perfectly safe." She pulled her knees up to her chest, holding them with her hands while I slowly started to pump her sweet canal once more. "Give me all your love baby," she looked sultry into my eyes, arching her bottom up so I would have a direct access. Quickly I sped up, pounding my body into her wet slippery hole, driving myself to her deepest depths. I wanted to cum to bad, but even more I wanted to make her have one more; just one more if I could. With my thumb, I reached around her leg and made circles around her clit while I thrusted inside her. Her head fell back to the pillow as my quiet reserved love turned animalistic, making moans and grunts from deep inside. I was nearly there, closing my own eyes as I tried to hold it off for just a moment longer, feeling her heat building up to that grand moment once more. Honestly, I don't know which of us started first but the explosion in my body shot every ounce of strength I had down to my pole and up into her womb. Seemingly simultaneously, her body went tense and her back arched, pressing herself even stronger against me, clamping onto me with her convulsing muscles and sending me even further into space. It seemed like an eternity that both our bodies continued to twitch and convulse, starting from the point of our loving connection and spreading outward in all directions. Finally, without an ounce of strength to even stand, I slid from her folds and fell on the bed beside her. Through labored breathing, I was able to manage the words, "I..., love..., you..., Shellie." She rolled over, her arm flung across my bare chest as her beautiful angelic face was only inches from mine. "I know..., and I love you too, Stewart." She bent forward and gently kissed my lips before laying her head on my chest. * EPILOGUE Nearly a year passed since our first moment together and we had continued our love affair on a very regular basis. Most of the people at school figured us out pretty quickly and before long we weren't really hiding it anymore, especially once the papers had gone through on my divorce. My ex-wife and I parted on friendly terms; she was going to share the kids with me each summer while she would have them during the school year. Shellie was excited and nervous about becoming a step-mom but I knew she would be amazing; after all, her own son had just turned eighteen and was off to college on a scholarship. It was the end of my studies at the college but as I looked over at the beautiful woman sitting beside me, her hand on mine, her wavy brunette hair flying freely in the open window as we drove along the interstate. I knew I had gotten so much more than just an education from college; I had found the real love of my life and we shared an amazing passion between us in so many different ways. College had truly given us both a new beginning.