It had been a few days since she had seen the Professor at the restaurant. She couldn’t stop thinking of them going down on each other in the bathroom that night, and the excitement she felt knowing that she could get caught by her boyfriend. She didn’t want to hurt him and she didn’t want to get caught but the idea of being a dirty slut in a public place really got her going. The car, the podium, the bathroom at the restaurant.. she loved it. But the times that she had sex with the Professor at her apartment were equally exciting and she found herself wondering if she could easily quit him when it came time for her to move home for the summer.
After he had discovered she had a boyfriend, the Professor became somewhat aloof through text message. After three days of little contact she was beginning to panic. Her heart raced and dropped at his one word responses. She thought of his soft mouth pushed between her legs and she couldn’t imagine stopping things with him just yet. Finally she called him, which she had rarely done in the past, if ever. It was always text or snap, occasionally a FaceTime, but just talking on the phone? That’s not really what they were about. But she suddenly began feeling very different. She needed to see him and fuck him and taste him and hold him, and she told herself as soon as she did that then she would reconcile her feelings for him. Her previously buried but always there feelings.
“Its me. Can we meet?” there was a long, silent pause. She thought her thudding heart was going to leap out of her chest. “When?” he asked, his voice was monotone. She looked at her watch. It was Monday afternoon, she knew he didn’t have office hours or class for the rest of the day. 4:04. “5? Can I come to your place?” more silence, and she stood up from her couch at her apartment and began to pace nervously while awaiting his response. “I’ll text you the address,” he said, before hanging up. She took that to be a yes, albeit a hesitant one but a yes nonetheless. She had just showered after getting home from her afternoon run so all she had to do was pick the right outfit.
Standing in front of her closet she drug her fingertips across the sleeves of several tops, pulled out a dress and held it to her now naked torso, and ultimately decided on a simple tank top and jeans. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, grabbed her bag and left. The address he sent her was to a small house on the nice side of town, not near her apartment or the college. She pulled up in front and felt herself tingle as she stared across the lush lawn at the small but neat blue and white trimmed home. It wasn’t a sexual tingle but a tingle of happiness and love. It worried her. Quickly she got out of her car and walked up the path to the tiny porch. She knocked gently a couple of times and stood there, staring down at her birkenstocks while she wondered what it would be like to have a key to this door.
He pulled open the door and the smell of his mahogany and teakwood cologne rushed towards her, making her nipples instantly hard underneath her tank top. He noticed, took a step back and ushered her inside. The home was dark with just a small light on by the fireplace and a glow coming from the kitchen. They stood there, in the entry way, looking at one another. She studied his eyes and his body language—he stood with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans—and stared back at her. She saw a sadness on his face. “Can we talk?” she suggested, and he nodded his head yes while silently leading her into his kitchen for a drink. She wanted to look around and analyze every detail of his home but she felt she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He pulled two small glasses from his white cupboard, grabbed a bottle of vodka that was on the counter and filled the glasses a quarter of the way full. He extended his arm for her to sit on a barstool at his kitchen counter, and so she did. She slipped the vodka and let the feeling of the alcohol tingle down to her fingertips before she spoke. “Are you upset with me because I’m seeing someone?” she didn’t know where to start and truthfully hadn’t even thought of what she was going to say so she just jumped in. “I guess I just figured you were with someone, too, and this was just something you were doing for fun.” She shifted on the barstool and pulled down her tank top, her nipples still piercing through the white cotton. “I mean when it started I was single. But as time went on, I guess I just assumed this would end and I don’t know. I didn’t want to be lonely and heart broken at the same time.” He walked around the counter and sat on the barstool next to her. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and his dark hair was slightly tousled. He had a bit of stubble on his face but it was sexy as hell. “How would you be heartbroken?” he asked, looking straight forward at his glass. Here it is, she thought to herself. The conversation.
“When you decide its not fun to fool around with a college student anymore. When you decide you’re over me. When you wake up one morning and I am suddenly a regret and a liability. That’s when it stops and thats when I’m alone, I’m devastated and thats how I become heartbroken.” She turned to him on the barstool and rested her hand on his thigh. “I know there will be a day when this isn’t fun for you anymore. But until then, can we have fun? Because I love having fun with you,” she said, moving her hand up his thigh very slowly. She glanced at his crotch and could see the outline of his penis growing hard against his jeans. “I want to have fun with you, too,” he said, “but I didn’t like seeing you with your boyfriend and I don’t want him inside of you.” He was looking at her now and when he said those last words, her heart fluttered with happiness. She enjoyed his jealously. But she didn’t want him to worry or to hurt. “If I break up with him, I’m still alone. I don’t want to be alone.” She scooted her barstool towards his and rested her head on his shoulder and she massaged his inner thigh. “I like to know I have someone to eat with, someone to talk to, someone to touch me when my body needs to be touched,” she trailed off and began kissing his neck. He exhaled loudly and took her by the hand and walked her down the dark hallway to his bedroom. She didn’t have time to take it all in—she picked her up and put her in the middle of his bed and climbed on top of her and began passionately kissing her. She was getting wet and her breathing grew heavy.
He slid his hand down the front of her jeans and parted her lips with his fingers. Slowly he began rubbing her and she began to writhe under his touch. He pressed his lips to her ear as he fingered her and said “I’m here to touch you, I want to touch you.” She reached down and slid her jeans off while he shimmied out of his jeans and boxers. He crawled back on top of her in the dark room and she felt his thick, hard cock press up against her fleshy mound. Her knees fell apart and her legs spread open, his signal to enter her as she began wetter and wetter with him over her. “I need you inside me,” she whispered to him as she kissed her neck and slid his hand under her tank top. Strong and soft, his hand caressed her breast gently while he kissed her collarbone and chin. “Please,” she begged as her legs began to shake and her wetness dripped out of her body onto his sheets. Out of nowhere she felt tears forming in her eyes, her heart was beating wildly and she felt she needed to see him. She pulled his face up to hers with her hands and they locked eyes. “I want you but you won’t want me, you’re too good for me outside of this,” she turned her face away from his and grabbed his ass with her hands. “Please let me feel you. Please. Before you come to your senses.” She had never begged to be fucked before but she found herself feeling like she was begging for her life. If he didn’t fuck her right then and there she thought she may go crazy.
Without a word, he pushed his long, erect dick inside of her swollen hole. She moaned so loudly and so deeply when he entered her that she thought she might come right then and there. After a few deep breaths she regained composure and began whispering to him as she slowly pumped his cock inside of her. “I think about this all the time,” she whispered, “and I only have him because I know I can’t have you.” She began to kiss his neck and taste his sweet skin as he fucked her, a little faster now. “When you ate me in the bathroom, I had the best orgasm of my entire life.” She felt him pump quicker as she spoke. “Your tongue circling my clit is something I think about when I touch myself. But you, you’re the reason I come,” she said, and she pulled him deeper into her. He was breathing heavy now and she could feel his length and girth expanding inside of her. He pumped in her a few more times before he felt herself breathing fast, too. “You’re going to make me come, baby,” she moaned, and just as she finished her sentence she began to come, her pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock so hard that he too began to come, shooting spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum inside of her. He pulled his penis out of her and kneeled between her legs, watching his own cum ooze out of her wetness onto his bed. She watched him watching her pussy and it turned her on.
“Touch me,” she said, and she sat up and grabbed his hand and placed it on her clit. He laid down next to her and let his hand gently stroke her clit as she titled her head back and closed her eyes. “Again?” he asked, and she turned her head without opening her eyes and said, “you make me hornier than I have ever been in my entire life.” Thats all it took. He began gently humping her leg as he fingered her clit. Her thighs were pulsing, her back arching, and her eyelids fluttering. “I’m getting close,” she said. She felt him shifting on the bed and then she felt his warm, soft tongue dragging up from her taint to her clit. “You’re soaking wet,” he whispered in between licks. She thought it was so hot that he was eating her out after they had fucked. “Can you taste yourself?” she moaned, as she began to get close to orgasm. He let out a long, vibration-filled “mmmm” as he fucked her hole with his tongue. In and out he drove his tongue into her wet pussy until she began breathlessly whispering, “It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming.” The bed began to shake as she orgasmed on his tongue, her pussy clenching and releasing him like crazy. When she was done she opened her eyes. He was already kneeling over her, his own hand wrapped tightly around his massive cock as he stroked his hard on over her tits. “Spray me with your cum, baby” she said, squeezing her tits and licking her lips to try and make him cum. “Oh God I want to wake up and stick my cock in your mouth in the morning,” he moaned as he vigorously masturbated over her. “I want to taste your sweet lips and feel your pussy on my fingers every morning.” She looked him in the eyes as he spoke. Watching him talk dirty was so out of character and so sexy, but watching him talk about wanting her? It was the sexiest. “I need to feel your unload that beautiful cock on my tits right now baby, right now,” she pinched her nipples before reaching down with one hand and cupping his big, hard, full balls. That last touch was all it took. She never looked away from his dick while it unloaded pump after pump of thick, white goodness all over her tits and face. When he was done coming he grabbed his t-shirt from the bed and began wiping her chest and face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping quickly. She grabbed his wrist. “Why? It was amazing. I love it.” She knew he felt as if he was marking her as his territory and she loved it. She wanted him to want her now, as more than a lover but as a partner. He laid down next to her, his dick still somewhat hard. “I think we need to talk about what we want from each other,” he said, after a few minutes of them lying silently, just trying to catch their breath. “I do too,” she said. “But can we have another drink first?” He smiled.
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