A Competition [Mff] [oral]

It was always a shock to have one student drop by my office at the university; when two came in together, it was an occasion for celebration. Especially considering who the two students were: Kameron and Faith. They were friends, but they were also stubborn and competitive, always trying to one-up each other on homework and comments during lecture. They had both had the gall to ask how the other was doing in class at different times during the semester, neither going so far as to ask specifically about grades, but both intimating it. I have to admit, it was a pleasant change of pace to have students competing to do well, even if they were a couple of brown-nosing goody-two-shoes.

They both looked pretty today; Faith was taking advantage of the last few warm days of autumn to show off her long, tanned legs in a white sundress with a sparse floral pattern. She was wearing pink lipstick that looked almost garish, and wore her long, dark, wavy hair down to frame her narrow face and bright eyes. She’d clearly seen plenty of sun this summer; freckles stood out on the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks. She flashed a smile when she came in, revealing perfect pearly whites, always the more outgoing of the two.

An Offer for an Officer [MFM]

I didn’t see the cruiser parked amidst the weeds in the median until we were practically on top of it. Given the circumstances, though, who could blame me? My wife, Lacey, and I had enjoyed a wonderful night out with another couple, friends of ours, getting dinner at a new Thai place in Springfield and then enjoying some live music at a bar down the street. I’d had a couple of drinks at the bar, but Lacey and her girlfriend had several, chatting over the insistent bass of the band and catching up on work gossip. She was feeling horny as soon as we’d got in the car for the thirty-minute drive home, her hand finding my crotch before I even buckled my seatbelt.

As soon as I made the highway outside the city, my fingers started searching for her sex as well. I trailed my fingers from her knee up to her hip and then back down, slipping my hand up under the white peasant skirt she’d chosen for the evening, squeezing her thick thigh. I kept moving upward in a series of squeezes until I found a pair of lacy panties already damp with want. She let out a low satisfied groan as I started to stroke her through the thin fabric.