Tutoring Sessions Part One and Two (MF)

Part One

Anne smiled at me as she slid her hand up and down my shaft. I said something stupid like “That feels awesome”. I could’ve slapped myself, smooth move. But she just laughed her sexy laugh and flicked her shoulder length brown hair behind her head before dipping smoothly down between my legs and taking my whole cock into her mouth. I was lying back on the couch, propped up on my elbows, but this was just too much. My head lolled back and I let out a groan, once again wincing at my lack of self control. I heard (or rather felt, which was wonderful) Anne letting out a muffled laugh around my dick, and I lifted my head back up just in time to see her raising one eyebrow, her mouth still full of my cock. The very sight pushed me even closer to the edge.

“Oh god, I can’t take much more of this” I managed to say between increasingly heavy breaths.

“Good, then I take it you’re ready to get started?” Anne asked after taking a quick breath.

“Huh? Get started?”

“Yeah, sorry I’m late, my team was in the last game today, and we went a little over time. We won though”

I finally snapped out of my reverie. I’d had my back to the door when Anne walked into the room, and had been too distracted in my own head to notice her walking up to the table. A table I was grateful beyond measure to be positioned under at this moment. I shook my head and started to say it was no problem, but when I saw what she was wearing my sentence died in my mouth.

“Thanks again for agreeing to meet me in the evening. I have a big test coming up and this is one of the only times I was able to make work.” Anne had obviously come straight from her volleyball class. She was wearing a tight fitting green tank top and a light purple sports bra underneath. Her shorts matched her tank top in both color and fit, hugging her legs tightly.

It felt like it took me a whole minute to gather my thoughts for a reply. I finally managed to say “No problem, I just am glad we were able to find a time that worked for both of us.” Keeping eye contact with Anne was proving difficult. The library was right across from the building where the PE classes were held, and there was still a little sweat clinging to her bare collar bones. They teased me, daring my eyes to go lower, but my willpower held. I was proud of myself.

Anne smiled the smile that I had been daydreaming about since I met her. “Great, well why don’t we get going, I don’t want to keep you too late. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do on a Friday night.” She moved over to her side of the table and set her bag down on the ground. I looked back to the table in front of me and started to clear away the paper I’d been working on, until I was distracted thoroughly when she bent at the waist to pull her binders out of her bag. She was clutching one knee as she bent over, saying something about how it had been hurting all week since she fell on it, but I wasn’t listening. Anne’s tight little shorts were pulled even tighter as she bent down. And I was once again proud of the willpower I demonstrated by not ogling her ass. That is until my will broke, about a millisecond later. My eyes were pulled as if by magnets to her perfectly round butt cheeks, the bottoms of which I could just see peeking out from the bottom of her outrageously short shorts. I could see right through the gap between her toned thighs, and I could almost feel the blood draining from my brain for a lower destination. My stomach seemed to quickly follow, dropping like a stone when I caught a glimpse of her face through that wonderful gap. I quickly looked back to my papers, mortified that she had seen me staring. She finished fishing in her bag and sat down without a word however, and we were able to get to work quickly. My mind wandered a couple of times, but I managed to stay present enough to answer all of Anne’s questions without difficulty over the next two and a half hours.

That is, until I set her loose on a longer problem to see if she could apply what we had been talking about. Anne had a habit of letting her hair down when she was thinking hard, and she did so now. Her head was bent over the papers on the table, and when she pulled the band out of her hair it fell around her face, obscuring it from view. The movement caught my eye, and I found myself staring at the small amount of cleavage visible above her sports bra before I even realized what I was doing. She flicked her head to the side to get some of the hair out of her face, and I was instantly reminded of my fantasy from a couple hours earlier. I felt myself stiffen, and Anne seemed to notice my movement.

“You noticed? I’m surprised!” she said. “ I thought it would be too subtle for you. Do you like what you see?” I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. Who am I kidding, I was stunned she had caught me looking at her breasts and hadn’t slapped me. I just sat there looking dumbfounded. I was doing that a lot tonight.
“My haircut! I got my hairdresser to do an A-line. What do you think?” She tossed her hair back and forth, and it fell back into place. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“It looks great!” I didn’t know what else to say about a girl’s hair. “Very swishy!” Complements had never been my strong suit. She smiled back, and then returned her focus to the paper in front of her. Her mouth was slightly open, and her tongue ran delicately back and forth across her lip as she was concentrating. I only had to jump in to help once after that, and I allowed myself to fantasize a little while she finished working. I snapped myself out of it when she looked up and asked how she had done.

“Hmmm, it looks pretty good on the whole, but you made a small mistake here, and then compounded it here and here. I know the grader, unfortunately he doesn’t really go easy on people with this kind of thing.”

“Damn, and I thought I was getting the hang of this. My test is on Monday, what am I going to do!” She looked at her phone. “Shit, is it really that late? I need to get some sleep, it looks like I’m going to be studying all weekend.” I looked at mine. It was 11:45, I’d told my roommate I’d be home by 10:30 to play some games tonight. Oh well, I’d at least had a good time anyway. A thought occurred to me, and I blurted it out before I could lose my nerve.

“I could meet up with you again this weekend to work some more if you like. I don’t mind putting in the extra hours, and you’re my best student after all.” Anne gave me a smile like she didn’t want to say what she was about to.

“That would be amazing, but I have to go home for the weekend, it’s my little brother’s birthday. I won’t be back until Sunday night.”

“That would be fine with me, I don’t even have class Mondays.” I replied. “But I guess you will probably want to get to bed after a weekend with your family.”

“No no, wait, this might work! My Econ professor is going to be at a conference next Monday, so I don’t have class until the test at 3!” Her smile returned for a moment, then dampened slightly. “Are you sure you are available though? I might not be back until like 10 Sunday.”

“That’s fine with me, I’m a night owl anyway.” Truth be told, I was glad I would have another excuse to be around Anne. With the end of the term coming up I knew I wouldn’t see her again unless she had to retake the class, and as her tutor I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I stood up and started getting my things in my bag, and said “So 10:30 on Sunday, here?”

Anne popped up out of her chair, her breasts bouncing slightly as she did so. “That sounds perfect! You’re a lifesaver.” To my surprise she gave me a hug before going for her checkbook. I was so surprised, I almost forgot to look at her ass as she bent down again. As if that were possible, her rear end being the thing of beauty that it is. She’d never hugged me before, though when I was thinking about it later it occurred to me that she was always hugging the friends she met up with after our normal afternoon sessions. I thought no more of it at the time. We parted ways outside the library, and when I turned around for a last look at her I was rewarded by her perfect little ass rolling provocatively with each step. I smiled, knowing I’d be picturing that ass rolling back and forth in a different context later tonight.

I’d been tutoring for the last two years to make some extra money, but I’d only met Anne this last term. For some reason the vast majority of my pupils were girls, I couldn’t really think of a reason why that should be (I’ve never believed that girls are bad at math, a couple of the girls in my higher level classes were way smarter than I am). Anyway, none of those girls (in my class or that I tutored) looked anywhere close to as good as Anne. She was very fit, but she wasn’t rail thin like a model. Rather, she had a pair of hips I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about, and modestly sized breasts, about the size of oranges I guess, that for some reason fascinated me. To clarify, I’m definitely a breast guy, and I like a girl with big boobs who likes to show them off. But something about the way Anne’s stayed firm, only bouncing slightly when she moved, drove me wild. Especially in a particular gray shirt that seemed to be a favorite of hers (and mine). It was mostly sheer (I could easily see the shape of her bra underneath, and on particularly sunny days I could even see the color and pattern) and had a wide, scooping neckline that revealed a tantalizing amount of cleavage (without being smutty), and it stood off her chest in such a way that there was a gap between her breasts that my mind often fixed on. I’d spent a lot of nights fantasizing about having my cock between those beautiful breasts of hers. But I digress. In any case, I was sad that I wouldn’t have any excuse to be around her after this weekend, now that the term was ending. I’d just have to enjoy our last session together as much as I could. Sometimes I felt bad, I spent half the time fantasizing about having sex with Anne, and at the end of the hour she would pay me for the time we’d spent together. But I’ve been told I’m a great teacher, due to my patience and my method of listening to the student explain their problems, so I guess we were both benefiting. The rest of my weekend passed without incident, although that in itself was a point of frustration. My roommate’s little brother had been accepted to our school, and was visiting for the weekend to get a feeling for the campus. The result of this was I never got the room to myself, and thus couldn’t act on the fantasies that were stronger than ever after having seen Anne in her skimpy volleyball outfit Friday night. By Sunday I felt like I was going to burst, it was going to be a real challenge focusing on Anne’s learning as opposed to her lust-inspiring body. I would do my best, though I was secretly looking forward to one last chance to fantasize in her presence.

Part Two

Sunday finally rolled around, and boy was the day moving slowly. To kill some time I went to the gym. I’d started going two terms back, I’d wanted to be in better shape since I was going to be spending a lot of time tutoring girls. Nothing had come of it, but I ended up liking it more than I expected. I had a lot more energy and stamina these days, and working out always gave me time to think when I got stuck on homework for a tough class. I cleaned up after dinner, then spent a few hours on my computer playing some games I couldn’t seem to focus on. All I could think about was that gap between Anne’s thighs, the way her breasts pushed against my favorite gray shirt, and the way she flicked her hair out of her face when she was concentrating. When it was finally close to 10, I left for the library wearing what I hoped were flattering clothes and a bit of cologne I’d forgotten in the back of my bathroom cabinet. I arrived at the library around 10:20, and to my intense disappointment found a sign out front stating that the library was closed for maintenance. How could they close the library with finals coming up! I couldn’t believe it. In reality, I was just upset that my tutoring plans were taking on water. I called Anne to tell her about the setback, unsure of what I would say. I’d been looking forward to this all weekend, I didn’t want to miss my last chance to spend some time with Anne.

“Hello? What’s up? I’m almost back to campus, I may be slightly late but I’m almost there!” Anne said before I could get a word in edgewise. Somehow she even sounded hot over the phone.

“Bad news, the library is closed for the evening. Some kind of maintenance, I don’t know. What do you want to do?” I said, hoping she might be compelled to provide an alternate plan. I had considered suggesting my place, but not only was it a pigsty (as always at the end of the term), it was full of guys playing games and yelling at each other. Hardly the environment for tutoring, let alone fantasizing about Anne while we worked.

“Shit, I can’t catch a break this weekend!” Anne said, sounding a little upset. “Why don’t you just come to my place? I’ve got the place to myself this term so we don’t have to worry about disturbing my roommate, or her disturbing us which is honestly more likely. That is, if that’s OK with you.” Alone at Anne’s place late at night? Count me in! I didn’t want to sound overeager though.

“That’s fine, just text me the address, I’ll see you there.” After hanging up, I had a private moment of celebration before heading to the address she’d sent me. It was close by, just off campus in a nice apartment complex. I got to the door at 10:40, but was dismayed to see that all the lights were out. I knocked twice and rang the bell, but received no answer. Feeling disappointed and wondering what was going on, I started walking slowly back towards my apartment. Just before I got to the corner however, I heard Anne calling out to me.

“Wait wait, I’m here! Sorry I’m late, there was an accident on the way into town and I had to go the long way around. Can we still do this? Please, I don’t know what I’ll do without you!” She had just pulled into the parking lot in front of the building. Smiling a little, I jogged back over to her car.

“No problem, let’s do this!” I said with a smile. Although I was excited to be here, I was a little disappointed to see what Anne was wearing. She had on a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants that totally obscured what I knew to be a killer body. Although it had been a hot day, I knew she had been in the car for half of it and had obviously wanted to be comfortable. She wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup today either, though I liked her better that way. I decided to make the best of things, and I helped her carry her bag to the door.

Once inside I had a quick look around. The whole place looked very clean, which I appreciated. I have a thing for cleanliness. There was a small couch with a low table in front of it, along with a comfy looking chair at one end of the table. The kitchen looked like it got some use, but was also very clean. I could see a hallway to the back of the apartment with three doors off of it, two of which were open. I thought they might be a bedroom and a bathroom.

“Do you want to set up at the table here? Why don’t you take the chair, I promise it’s as comfy as it looks.” I set my bag down by the table and tried out the chair. I smiled up at her.

“This is comfy! This will do just fine.”

“Perfect! Just give me one second and we can get started, OK?” She walked back into the hallway, into the room I had thought was a bedroom. From my chair I could see into the room, especially when she turned the light on. I assumed Anne didn’t realize I could see in, since she proceeded to take off her sweatpants, revealing the same volleyball shorts she had worn to our meeting on Friday. I couldn’t help but be a little excited at that. Next she pulled her sweater over her head, which really got my motor running. She was wearing my favorite gray shirt underneath, and it had stuck to the sweater as she pulled it up. Although her back was too me, I thought I could see the side of her left breast as her arms went up above her head, and I could see enough of her back that it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. I figured she was going to change into some less revealing clothing, but she just threw the sweater and pants further into the room and switched the light off. I tried to look like I was getting ready while she came back, as if my head had been down the whole time.

“Alright, so I think I want to just practice what we were working on Friday, if you think that’s a good idea.” Anne said as she sat down on the couch diagonal from me. In the sports bra on Friday I had been treated to the occasional jiggle, but with nothing to hold them down Anne’s breasts bounced maddeningly as she dropped into her seat.

“I think that sounds like a great idea. Why don’t you start with these problems.” This really did sound like a great idea to me, once again I would be free to admire Anne while she was focused on her work. For the next hour I only occasionally chimed in to confirm that she had done something right or wrong. When she bent over the low table to write, the view down Anne’s shirt became outrageous, way beyond what I could normally see at the library table, even in her gray shirt. Once, when she became a bit frustrated and used her eraser with particular vigor, I thought I even saw her nipple as her breasts bounced back and forth in her shirt. I felt myself getting hard at that point, and had to fight to keep it from becoming obvious. This continued for the next hour and a half, Anne asking me for help occasionally and me fighting to keep from getting a hard on while enjoying the almost uninterrupted view down her shirt. It was past midnight when Anne finally sat back on the couch, satisfied that she knew what she was doing. A strand of hair fell in her face, and she blew it out of the way. It was the little things like that that really got to me for some reason, and my erection started to return with a vengeance. I wasn’t sure what to do now, but Anne quickly dispelled the quiet that had fallen.

“Do you mind if I have something to drink before we continue? It’s been a loooong weekend.” Before I could answer she popped up off the couch (at which point I’m not sure I could have answered, at least not until her breasts stopped moving again) and skipped over to the kitchen. Her cute little ass was a nice change of pace, much as I was fascinated by her boobs. She started to pour some vodka into a glass. “Would you like some?” She asked. For a moment I thought I had seen a mischievous glint in her eye, but I figured it must have been a trick of the light. I started to say something about how I shouldn’t drink while teaching, it wasn’t professional, but she just waved her free hand at me and poured me a drink. “You’ve more than earned a little reward.” She came back to the couch and I noticed that her glass had at least three shots in it. I raised an eyebrow.

“Just a drink? Not that I disapprove or anything. I suppose this means we’re done for the evening?”

“I’m going down to Mexico with my roommate for spring break, I’ve been trying to build up some more tolerance. I’m such a lightweight, I lose my inhibitions after just a couple drinks. I want to have fun down there, not come back with another tattoo.” She took a healthy sip from her glass and sat down. “And yeah, I’m sorry but I don’t think I can focus anymore tonight. I think I’m going to be ok tomorrow anyway.”

“OK, as long as you’re comfortable. Did you say another tattoo? I didn’t know you had one.” I had a pull from my glass as well.

“It’s really small, but I’m still surprised you’ve never seen it. Here.” Anne took another quick sip, then turned on the couch so that her back was to me. She pulled her hair up over her shoulder, then pushed the right shoulder of her shirt down her arm, I think a little farther than she meant to. The sight of her smooth neck transitioning uninterrupted into her toned shoulder was so alluring I nearly forgot to look at the tattoo. She was right, it was tiny, just a little shamrock no more than a centimeter across. She fixed her shirt and turned back to face me, her hair whipping back and forth in a way that reminded me of many of my fantasies. “I am actually one-fourth Irish, I bet you couldn’t tell. I know I’m pretty pale, but aside from that I don’t think I look it at all.” She took a bigger drink from her glass. She was leaving me in the dust, so I took another drink to catch up.

“You’re right, I hadn’t realized you were Irish. I like redheads, but brunettes are my favorite.” Did I just say that out loud? I can’t believe I just said that out loud. Apparently I needed to work on my tolerance too.

Anne gave me a devilish smile that made me squirm in my seat. “Well, I guess that’s good news for me.” She took another drink, and before I could think of something to say to salvage the situation, she said “I’ve got a secret to tell you, but I don’t think I should say.” Another drink. “OK, I’m going to tell you.” She set her drink down.”I think about you sometimes when I’m in my bed”. She looked a little embarrassed, her cheeks turning a little red.

If she was embarrassed, I was floored. I’d spent countless nights thinking about Anne while jerking off, but never in a million years would I have dreamed that she did the same. I couldn’t figure out what to say, so I had another drink. When my brain unfroze, I felt briefly proud before I realized how hot the idea of Anne masturbating while thinking of me was. I felt myself swelling again. Anne’s eyes seemed to dart down, then back up. Had she noticed?

“I know you like what you see, I’ve noticed you looking at my boobs when you think I’m not looking a couple times. I was surprised to catch you looking at my ass the other day, I had you pegged as a boob guy.”

I realized at this point I hadn’t been keeping up my half of the conversation for some time now. I polished off my glass hoping for confidence, and said “I am, but then I’d never seen you in shorts like those before. That was a bit of a game changer.” I couldn’t believe I was talking with Anne about her body. I talked like this with my roommate occasionally, but this was totally different. And yet, somehow I didn’t feel embarrassed. After all, she brought it up!

“I had a feeling that was the case, that’s why I decided to wear them again tonight. Especially when I heard the library was going to be closed.” She smiled knowingly, getting close to the bottom of her glass. I smiled back, then it occurred to me that she said she had known the library was going to be closed. Had she been planning to work here tonight all along? Before I had a chance to consider that information further, Anne leaned towards me, her shirt hanging low again. “Do you want to know what I fantasize about?” she asked, that mischievous look back in her eye. I couldn’t help stealing a glance down her shirt again, at that glorious space between her full breasts. I forgot she was looking straight at me, but she didn’t seem to mind. I just nodded, I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I like to sit on this couch, and picture you laying on that side of the couch with your pants off. I sit right here, and jerk you off while you watch. I always end up cumming when I imagine you getting off in my hand.” She bit her lip and shifted a little in her seat. “What about you? Do you ever think about me? Please tell me you do.” After that lip bite, I would have done anything she asked me to, but in this case compliance was simple.

“I think about you every time I jerk off. I’ve never seen a girl so beautiful, with such fantastic breasts. In fact, I’ve had almost the exact same fantasy before, often in fact. Since Friday I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you in just those shorts, sucking my cock.” Anne’s face seemed to go blank for a moment, and I was afraid I’d said too much. But before I could think of how to apologize, Anne lunged forward, grabbing me by the shirt and pulling me into a kiss. She tasted better than I had ever imagined. I let her pull me onto the couch, focusing only on her tongue in my mouth, and alternately mine in hers. Before I even knew what was happening, I was on my back and Anne was unbuttoning my pants while still kissing me. She slipped her hand into my boxers, and I was instantly in heaven. Her hands were soft but strong, and I was finding it hard to focus on kissing her while she pulled on my already hard cock. In less than a minute I was as erect as I had ever been. Anne seemed to realize this, and stopped kissing me for a moment. Leaning over me the way she was, I could see straight down her shirt. I was afforded a mind blowing view: both of Anne’s unrestrained breasts hanging beneath her, and her hand around my cock below. I felt myself grow even harder at the sight, and clearly Anne could feel my reaction to her. She grinned at me, then sat back to take my pants all the way off. When I was totally bare before her, she stopped for a moment.

“You’re shaved! I’ve never been with a guy who shaved before. I’ve always wanted to try something….” And she started to bend her head down towards my skyward pointing cock.

“Wait!” I said. She looked confused. By this point, all apprehension had been tossed aside. “Take off your shirt.” She grinned even bigger than before.

“Gladly.” On her knees on the other end of the couch, she straightened up and pulled her shirt up and over her head. This was it, the moment I’d been dreaming of. Anne was right before me, her dark hair hanging around her face, and her perfect breasts standing at attention on her chest. They seemed to defy gravity, sitting high up as if she was wearing an invisible bra. Her strong stomach flowed naturally down to her delicious hips, covered only by the thin fabric of her volleyball shorts. She spread her arms out to either side and twisted her torso back and forth, her breasts bouncing and quickly returning to their naturally perky position. “What do you think? Am I all you imagined?”

“You are so much more than I ever imagined. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I would never…” Before I could finish my sentence, she had plunged down onto my cock. I watched in awe as she took the end into her mouth first, gently sucking on the tip. I could feel her running the tip of her tongue over the end, giving my dick my full attention. She stopped for a breath, then tossed her hair over her shoulder before smoothly dipping down, taking my entire shaft into her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Not only was she acting just as she had in my fantasies, she was deep-throating me. I could feel the tightness of her throat around the end of my penis, and she started to play with my balls with one of her hands. This was too much. I hadn’t been able to jerk off all weekend, and I could tell I wasn’t going to last long. Fortunately, she had to stop for breath again, which gave me a chance to regain a little of my composure. I propped myself up on my elbows so that I could look at her again. She was unbelievable, better than I had ever imagined. There was something incredibly hot about the thought of my cock in her mouth, between those beautiful delicate lips, her tongue running along the bottom of my shaft. I was producing quite a bit of pre-cum by this point, and She wiped a little off her lip with her finger, then tasted it, giving me a wink. I almost lost it again, and she wasn’t even touching me! I struggled to keep it together. I didn’t want this to end.

“As I was saying, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

“I’m all yours, whatever you want.” I managed to say. It’s amazing I was able to say anything. Anne shifted back on the couch slightly, then lowered herself to my crotch once more. But this time she went lower than my cock. She supported herself with one hand, while the other lifted my cock out of her way. She slowly worked the shaft while she lowered herself to my balls, before she gently licked them. I shuddered, no one had ever done that before. It felt outstanding, and I let her know.

“Oh yeah? Well how about this?” She asked, then went back between my legs. She increased her pace on my cock, while she took first one, then the other of my balls into her mouth, caressing them ever so gently with her tongue. I groaned, this was unbelievable. How had I never experienced this before? I’d never even fantasized about Anne taking my balls into her mouth, though I knew I would often going forward. She stopped for a moment to give my shaft a couple licks all the way from my balls to the tip. What a wonderful sensation! Once I was wet again, she started jerking me off again, even faster this time. She went back to licking my balls, taking one at a time into her mouth and humming. I started to feel my arms and neck getting weak, I was going to cum soon. Then she took both balls at once into her mouth, gently sucking so that she pulled on my sack while she jerked me off faster than ever. My head fell back onto the couch, and I managed to groan a warning to her.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Anne let my balls fall out of her mouth and said throatily

“Thanks for the warning.” Then she took my entire cock into her mouth, pushing me deeper even than before. I felt the tip of my cock slide past her lips and over her tongue before hitting the back of her throat, only to be pushed further as she pulled herself down until her nose was smashed into my abdomen. She pulled slightly on my balls, and I could take no more. I hadn’t cum all weekend, and I felt like I was shooting three days worth into her mouth. I pumped over and over straight down her throat, I thought I’d never stop cumming. Anne tried to keep me all the way in, but had to release me to take a breath. My last two spurts of cum hit her on the upper lip and the chin, and the latter dripped down onto her breasts. When I came to my senses, I lifted my head back up to see Anne smiling at me, the cum I had sprayed her with cleaned off with a finger. She licked the last little bits off her finger before saying “Thanks again for the warning, I didn’t want to miss out on a treat like that. I didn’t expect it to be such a large treat, but I’m all the more grateful.” I collapsed onto my back. This girl was so much more than I imagined in even my wildest fantasies. “Was it good for you?”

I laughed. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. Compared to that, I don’t think any I’ve had before even count. You are amazing. Thank you.”

“Like I said, it was my pleasure. You taste so good.” She seemed not to have noticed the strand of cum on her breast until now. Spotting it out of the corner of her eye, she quickly wiped it with a finger and put it in her mouth. “Delicious.” She said with that devious grin.

“So what happens now?” I asked. I’d never had an encounter like this before, I was out of my element.

“Well that depends, when do you think you’ll be ready to go again?” She asked innocently. My body couldn’t decide what to do. I think I would have cum right then and there if I could. Instead I just laughed.

“I don’t know, maybe half an hour?” I hadn’t tried to go back to back like this before, but somehow I didn’t think I’d have a problem getting hard again with Anne in her current state of undress.

“Well I guess we’ll just talk for a while. Do you want me to put my shirt back on?”

I grinned, and shook my head. She helped me up, and we sat at opposite ends of the couch. I wasn’t sure what to talk about, but Anne seemed to have no such problem.

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