Graduation Day

by Graduation Day (AQ) (lit)

  Graduation Day

  Caitlyn Willows

  Graduation Day An Amber Quill Press Book

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's

  imagination, or have been used fictitiously.

  Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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  No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

  Copyright © 2004 by Caitlyn Willows ISBN 1-59279-264-2 Cover Art © 2004 Trace Edward Zaber

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  Published in the United States of America

  Also by Caitlyn Willows

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  Chapter 1

  Lily Palmer ducked into her advanced sociology class well ahead of her classmates. She had to, in order to get her prime, viewing seat, not that it was the most sought after--most of the girls fought over front row privileges. But Lily knew a good thing when she'd found it. Tucked in the back, she could watch in relative obscurity, indulge her every fantasy, and no one would ever be the wiser.

  She slid onto the wooden seat and clutched her stack of books while she waited for the room to fill. With the buzzer, the final person scooted into place and he came out of the adjoining office. She'd played hell trying to keep her 4.0 grade point average this last year of college with Greg Nordstrom as her professor. He looked like he should be gracing the cover of a magazine, not teaching college. Light brown hair scuffed the collar of his blue-gray pullover. Matching Dockers hugged his round ass. He was ruggedly handsome with that just-out-of-doors look. Muscles flexed in his arms with the slightest flick of his long, thick fingers. He was to die for and every female on campus knew it. They'd sniffed him out the second he'd started working here last fall and every class was packed.

  Lily's nipples strained against her silk blouse. She'd doffed her bra in the restroom right before class just to feel the material brush against her flesh and imagine it was his hand, his lips pebbling her. Her breath caught. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. No need to draw attention to herself...not now.

  "All right, people. Time for the final exam." He dropped a stack of test papers at the head of each row and returned to the lectern while they sifted back one at a time.

  Lily waited until all heads bent to the task. This was her chance. She loved his tests and treasured the privacy they gave her. No one paid her an ounce of attention. The coast was clear.

  She hiked up her skirt until her ass was pressed against the wooden seat. Shifting, she worked her thong until it slipped into the folds of her cunt and nestled her clit in a tight sling. Her hand breezed across the sheet of paper, answering the questions as if by rout while she ogled Professor Nordstrom from under her brows. Crossing her legs, she began a slow swing. Cotton rasped against her clit.

  Yes.

  She imagined his tongue flicking her to and fro, circling, teasing. His fingers would dig deep into her buttocks, nailing her in place, forcing her to take the lashing.

  A quiver wiggled down her spine at the thought of that word. What would he do if she didn't obey him? She glanced at him. He wore a soft leather belt. One smack across her bare bottom... A gush of wetness soaked her thong. Lily curled her fingers over the front edge of the small wooden desk. Her knuckles whitened under the grip. She couldn't cry out now! No matter how much she longed to fall into her fantasy. If she came...and she would...she always did...she didn't dare make a sound. She stared at the test paper, throwing down answers as quickly as her hand could write.

  What would he do if she knew what she was doing? What would he say?

  * * * * "Miss Palmer!" Lily snapped her spine upright. Her leg stopped in mid-swing. She forced her legs to uncross. Professor Nordstrom hovered over her. His lips were set in a tight, yet full, line. She longed to trace her finger over them, testing their softness, then press her mouth to his and slip her tongue deep into his throat. She raked her gaze upward and found stern, brown eyes staring a laser hole into her very soul.

  "May I ask what you think you're doing?"

  Masturbating, sir? She'd be the laughing stock of the college. "Taking the final, Professor Nordstrom."

  "Really?" His eyebrow lifted with the question. He pointed at her paper. "I don't think that's what I'd call it."

  The heat of his body wafted around her. Lily longed to lean into his broad chest, to yank his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and peel the fabric off him. She'd tickle her fingers up his washboard stomach. Her tongue would follow until it found his flat nipples. They'd harden under her lips. She'd nip the bud with her teeth, reveling in his unstrained groan.

  "Look!"

  She forced herself to glance down at the paper. Horror widened her eyes. Gibberish! Nothing more than scrawls of lines and whorls! A kindergarten student would have done better. She wasn't going to graduate! Her 4.0 GPA was screwed.

  Lily struggled for words. Nothing came from her throat but a squeak. "I don't..."

  He braced his knuckles on the tiny desk. "You've made a mockery of this class, Miss Palmer."

  She shook her head. "I...I..."

  "Up to the front of the class, young lady."

  Swallowing her fear, Lily forced herself out of the desk. Her butt cheeks squeaked against the wood as she slid

  forward. When she stood, the back of her skirt stuck under the top edge of the thong. She fumbled to cover

  herself.

  "Don't bother." He whacked his hand against her bottom.

  Lily bit her bottom lip to keep the moan from escaping. Her clit throbbed for attention.

  "Move." Another whack propelled her forward, her bottom on full display for the entire class to see.

  Snickers followed her progress. She glanced at one of the guys--Harold. They took chemistry together. He didn't

  bother to hide the full erection bulging his jeans. In fact, he rubbed his hand down the length.

  Reaching her destination, Lily turned and faced the class. Her face was as warm as her bottom.

  Professor Nordstrom shoved books and papers to one side of his own desk, then patted the worn wooden surface.

  "Sit here, facing the class."

  Lily did as ordered. The wood was cool on her bottom. She kept her gaze focused on the gray linoleum, afraid to see the glee on her classmates' faces.

  "Scoot back, Miss Palmer. Legs wide...and show everyone how you chose to spend valuable class time."

  She couldn't. She just couldn't. Yet her pussy burned, hot and wet, from the urge to do so. Long fingers curled over her shoulders. Professor Nordstrom pulled her back on the desk. "Reluctant? Then I'll show them for you."

  "Oh, yes...Greg...please."

  Her nipples strained for his mouth around them. The crotch of her thong was nothing more than a soggy waste.

  Her clit pressed against the cotton like a tiny erection. Her legs parted of their own volition.

  "Anxious, aren't you?" He rolled her to one side and smacked her ass hard. "You'll do what I tell you now, understand?"

  Body aching with need, Lily nodded.

  "Good," he said. "Panties off. And stay on your back."

  She peeled the flimsy material off and crumpled them in her fist.

  "Now--" He flipped the hem of her skirt up. "Open your legs and show the class your obsession."

  Lil
y closed her eyes and spread her thighs. The scent of her sex drifted to her. She heard Professor Nordstrom's sharp intake of breath and dared a look. A log of a hard-on was wedged down the leg of his trousers. One yank of his zipper and she could fish him out, draw him to her mouth...

  One long, thick finger shoved deep into her pussy paralyzed her. A groan tore from her throat. Another finger eased into her anus. Good God, she was going to come right now and he hadn't even touched her clit!

  She fumbled for a handhold along the edge of the desk. Slowly, he thrust in and out, touching her in places she'd never been touched before. Her clit screamed for attention, begged for satisfaction.

  Greg chuckled above her, obviously enjoying his exquisite torture. "Now, my sweet Miss Palmer...show the class. You know you want to. You know you have to."

  He tugged her hand to her pussy. Lily cried out with the first touch of her fingers against her clit. The ache was too much. He thrust again--deeper, harder. She circled the throbbing point just as hard, demanding the orgasm she so desperately craved. It hit her hard. Her back arched away from the unyielding desk. Her ass plopped into it with the dying quivers. She lay there spent, staring up at his pulsing cock. The front of his pants was damp with pre-cum.

  Greg yanked her to her feet. "Now...back to your desk." He punctuated his order with a smack to her bottom. "And you'd better pray you finish that test right way, young lady, or there'll be hell to pay."

  Lily had barely gotten six feet when the buzzer rang. Panic stricken, she stood in the middle of the aisle while the students swarmed into the hallway. The door slammed with the exit of the last person. Now what was she going to do?

  "Looks like someone's screwed." She heard the laughter in his voice.

  Damn it, she needed that A! She was screwed...almost.

  Flicking open the buttons on her blouse, Lily faced him. "I'd do anything for that A, Professor Nordstrom."

  He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest. "Well, what do you know? Prim and proper on the outside... bad and horny on the inside."

  She let the blouse slip from her shoulders. "Very horny...for you. How can a girl possibly concentrate with a man like you walking around, boasting a hard-on that would shame a horse?"

  The skirt fell next. She stepped out of it without missing a beat. "I'm very bad. All I can think about is you. Your dick inside me, fucking me until I feel like my insides will bust. You don't know how many times I've made myself come just thinking about you."

  He grabbed her wrist and yanked her across those last few feet, until she was tight against his chest. "You don't think I've seen you? Every day wiggling that leg until the orgasm shudders through you. Teasing me. Taunting

  me."

  "I've been very bad." She unhooked his belt buckle. "So very, very bad." A jerk of her wrist pulled the belt through all its loops. She doubled it, then placed it in his open palm.

  Greg stared, unblinking, into her steady gaze. She knew he knew what she needed, and Lily knew he'd give it to

  her. She snapped his fly button open and slid the zipper down. Her hand followed. His cock surged into her palm.

  She caressed the length, reveling in his clenched jaw. Slowly, she grazed her body down his until his dick was nestled firmly between her breasts. She held them there, moistening the valley between with the drops of pre-cum that dotted the slit at the swollen, purple head.

  "Tease," he ground out.

  "I'm a bad girl."

  "Very." He slapped the leather over her backside.

  Lily groaned and descended on his cock. Stroke after stroke burned her ass and swelled her clit to double its size.

  The throbbing between her legs mirrored that in his dick. She sucked him hard, gently massaging his hard sack of balls as she did so. One hand cupped her head as he fucked her mouth; the other rained deliciously hot smacks over her butt. His balls tightened. He was going to come. Lily dove her hand between her legs.

  "No." He popped her hard. "Bad girls don't get to come yet. Argh..."

  Hot, salty semen spurted into her mouth. The belt clattered to the floor as he grabbed her head with both hands and jerked spasmodically. Lily milked him dry, and thanked God he still stood fully hard. She might just get that

  fucking after all.

  Greg hauled her to her feet, then bent her face-down over his desk. Big hands rubbed her ass, as sweet kisses followed the caress. He pushed her thighs apart and found her clit.

  "Please fuck me until I come," she begged. "I'll be good from now on."

  "You'd better or you know what will happen."

  Knew and craved it.

  Clutching her hips, he shoved his dick deep into her.

  Lily reared back on a gasp. His fingers slipped around to her clit. All she could do was hold on. Thrust after thrust beat into her horny body. Never in her life had she ever gotten it this...thoroughly. Long fingers danced around her clit. She came hard, fighting to keep from screaming. Greg wouldn't let up. Sensitive from coming, Lily tried to wiggle from his touch. A couple of smacks on her ass changed her mind as blood pooled back into her clit. She came again. More smacks rained on her; her body responded instantly. His thrusts intensified, pounding, beating mercilessly into her. When she came again, he jammed hard, coming with her.

  Panting for breath, he collapsed on top of her. "Man, you are the hottest piece of ass I've ever had."

  Lily chuckled. "And don't forget bad."

  "Very bad."

  "Think I'll get that A now?"

  "Oh, you'll definitely get an A out of this one, Miss Palmer."

  * * * * "Miss Palmer?" Lily jerked herself out of her daydream. "What, Professor Nordstrom?" She glanced around. All the other students had left. She was standing at his lectern as he looked over her test.

  "I said you'll definitely get an A out of this one. The detail in your answers--"

  "Thank you. It's been a pleasure having you as a teacher. Will I see you at graduation?"

  "Absolutely. I wouldn't miss it."

  She smiled. "Good. I can't wait." Graduation day. Yep, she was going to have this man or die trying. All she had to do was wait until graduation day, then no one could say a damn thing. And, if he turned her down, she

  wouldn't have to face him ever again.

  "'Bye." Lily hurried from the class before she jumped him right then and there.

  Chapter 2

  Greg Nordstrom watched the prim little blonde walk away. Maybe now he could leave the damn lectern. Having her in his class all year had been murder. Thank God it was the last class of the day. At least there wasn't too big a chance anyone would spot his massive hard-on. She was a looker...smart, too. Greg had wanted her from day one. Watching her do that little thing with her leg all year...

  He shuddered and palmed his erection. His jockey shorts were already damp from drops of pre-cum that had seeped out of him. Thankfully, that hadn't soaked through to his trousers. There were days it was all he could do to keeping from coming just watching her do her thing. She'd grip the edge of her desk as her orgasm built, then stiffen, widen her eyes, and let it wash through her without so much as a peep. God, how he longed to hear her cry out just once. To fuck her mindlessly until she begged to come, then groan unrestrainedly as she did so.

  He imagined her sprawled beneath him, taking his thrusts, legs tossed up in the air or wrapped around his waist with her heels deep in his butt cheeks. She'd ride him as hard as he did her. It was hell trying to teach when all he could think about was her body and what he wanted to do with it.

  Even without her little habit, Lily stood out in a crowd. Where ninety-nine percent of his female students openly pursued his attention, Lily held back, watching with deep green eyes. She wore skirts and blouses--no bra. Her pert, little breasts nudged their noses at the material as if seeking freedom or a mouth to caress them. Sensuality aside, she was also smart as a whip, well read and intelligent. The perfect woman...if only she wasn't his student.

  Much as Greg cr
aved her, he couldn't risk losing his job. Fraternization of faculty and students was strictly forbidden. He'd be out on his ear with barely a moment's notice. And good luck finding a new teaching job in this economy. So he did the only thing he could do--sequester himself in his office once class ended and jerk off while he dreamed of her sweet cunt clutching him.

  How many other professors wound up beating off in their offices at the end of the day? Not many he bet. And after graduation day, Greg didn't expect to be either. Nope, come graduation day, he'd retire Rosy Palmer and her five sisters. The only Palmer for him was going to be a sweet piece named Lily. The only question that remained was--did he fuck her like crazy first or turn her over his knee for masturbating in class?

  Greg smiled. Hell, maybe both. He spun around for the privacy of his office. Graduation day couldn't come soon enough, and neither could he.

  His trousers pressed against his aching cock with every stride. His mind immediately flashed to the image of her belly rubbing against him in a silent plea for what they both needed--a hard fucking.

  Greg leaned against the door as he seated the lock. Her mouth would be heaven, sucking him deep while her long fingers cradled his balls.

  He let the surge swoop through him. If he dared move now, he'd have to leave with the janitor to keep everyone from seeing his jism-stained Dockers. Seconds passed. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn't even flick that away. She'd kneel before him, her long blonde hair drifting down her slim back...

  * * * * "You don't move until I tell you to," she purred. Greg stared down at her sensuous green eyes. She looked like a tigress on the prowl--ready to eat him up. Long fingers reached for his fly button. One flick opened it. She grasped the zipper with one hand and paused. A slow smile lifted her full lips. Eyes locked onto his, she traced the outline of his throbbing cock with thumb and forefinger.