by Kelsie Spits
Edmund kissed her collarbone, letting her ride the waves until they faded until soft ripples. Her legs felt like jelly, and she wasn’t ready in the slightest whenever he picked her up and moved their joined bodies to the floor.
He moved her legs upward, his hands cupping the backs of her knees and pushing them up higher, a contented smile passing his lips as he looked at her in approval, or perhaps awe.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
She wasn’t certain if she could take anymore.
His strokes were long, almost leaving her with each pass until he found the the angle that he wanted and drove into her. Margo wouldn’t have recognized herself for the moan that tore from her lips. She never had imagined that her body could feel so good. One hand looked for any purchase it could find, the floor, the table leg, anything to leverage herself and keep her from slipping out of her own mind. The other to her breast, mimicking the motions that he had used on her just moments before. Teasing her nipple back to it’s peak and pulling.
Edmund’s hips drove into her, over and over. She was just glad that nobody else was home. Though her whole class could have walked through that door right about now and she didn’t think that it would have mattered. Nothing would have pulled her away from Edmund now. That was the start or something that she wasn’t going to allow to stop.
Edmund pulled out just seconds before he came, covering her stomach in his seed.
He collapsed on the floor next to her, reaching for her to pull her closer to him. Their heavy breathing slowly evening out. His thumb rubbed softly against her sweat covered skin. His lips pressed into the top of her forehead before he spoke.
“I guess I’ll let you have a small break before round two.”
Margo didn’t have any idea if he was being serious or not. She didn’t know the limits of what her body was and was not capable of but she couldn’t have imagined a better first time. She had pictured it so many times over the years, how she should do it, and who it would be with and she was beyond pleased that this had over and above surpassed every expectation that she could have had. So much better than her dream, and more than enough inspiration for a lot more to come.
She wanted so badly to have a round two, and to learn anything that he wanted to teach her from here on out.
Story 2
90.
That’s what her exam said, but Taylor couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. There was no way she would’ve gotten such a stinky note on a Syntax test. This exam was the only exam she had actually sat down and studied for; she should’ve had a perfect score. No way she had only gotten an A- on it. With that thought in mind, Taylor had decided to confront her professor and ask him to review the grade he had given her. He had to be wrong in his correction.
The tall blonde girl waited until all her classmates were gone and wearily approached her professor. He looked up from a stack of papers he was stuffing into his shoulder bag and stared at Taylor with expectant eyes.
“Yes?”
“Uh, Professor Montgomery, I’m sorry to bother you but I really cannot wrap my head around this grade you’ve given me,” She said in a cautious tone. “I really learned everything we studied during the semester, so I don’t understand how come I got an A-.”
Professor Montgomery removed his eyeglasses and narrowed his eyes. “Are you saying I should’ve given you a better grade just because you did exactly what is expected of you in class?”
Taylor blushed. “No, sir, that’s not at all what I meant. I know you’re a very important and very busy man, so I was just wondering if maybe you missed something when you were correcting my test?”
The man sighed. “Look, Taylor, I’m going to ignore the fact that you basically questioned my correction methods by saying that I’m unable to go over your tests carefully, okay?” Taylor’s heart dropped to her stomach. She really looked up to Professor Montgomery and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was questioning his capabilities.
“If you think your test should be reviewed, get in touch with my TA. She’ll review it and check if you got the wrong grade or not.”
“Okay, thank you, sir.”
“Here,” He handed Taylor a business card. “That’s her number. Give her a call and set up an appointment.” The older man grabbed his things and started walking away.
The blonde girl sighed before making her way out of the lecture room. The odds were not in her favor today. Taylor was supposed to have a date with the cute girl from her Milton course whom she had been crushing on since the beginning of the semester. Layla was outspoken in class but she came off as a very shy person whenever they met outside the classroom. Taylor had offered to help the girl finish an assignment she was having trouble with and they ended up becoming closer over their encounters. The blonde girl had finally gathered the courage to ask Layla out just the week before and, surprisingly, she said yes. This morning, however, the girl texted Taylor and canceled their date, informing her that she had gotten back together with her boyfriend. Taylor was excited by the prospect of having a good time with Layla, but she was also looking forward to seeing how things would work out between them. Maybe Layla was the love of her life, but now she’d never know.
Taylor all but dragged her feet across campus. Usually, she’d take 10 to 15 minutes to get from the lecture hall to her dormitory, but today she took two times longer than that. Finally, she arrived at her room and was relieved to see that her best friend was out. Maria was a good roommate and an amazing friend, but she could be overwhelming sometimes. She was a tiny brown-haired woman whose feminine looks made people believe she was a sweet, polite lady, but the truth was that Maria had a sharp tongue and would give you a piece of her mind if you pissed her off. The blonde-haired woman could already imagine her friend’s reaction when she told her that Layla had blown her off. Maria was going to be pissed because she told Taylor very clearly that she shouldn’t get involved with a straight girl, and that was why the young English major was glad not to see her home. Taylor plopped down on her bed and sighed.
The blonde woman sat up on the mattress and grabbed her cellphone and the card that Professor Montgomery had handed her. She typed in his TA’s number and scanned the business card as she waited for the woman to pick up. Alex Harper, Linguistics PhD Program. Taylor raised an eyebrow in surprise. Their college’s Linguistics program was really competitive and tough to get in. This Alex person had to be really smart if she managed to not only get in, but also to become the Samuel Montgomery’s teaching assistant.
“Hello?” A groggy voice croaked out. Taylor’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the woman’s raspy voice.
“Uh,” Taylor cleared her throat. “Is this Alex Harper?”
“Who wants to know?”
Rude, Taylor thought. “My name’s Taylor. Taylor Morello. I’m in Professor Montgomery’s Introduction to Syntax course. I need to have my test reviewed, so he told me to get in contact with you.”
“Oh, so this is the famous Taylor Morello,” The woman said, her voice sounding slightly more joyful now. “Professor Montgomery’s told me a lot about you.”
“He has?” Taylor asked in surprise. She had no idea that the white-haired man actually noticed her existence. The freshman student also noticed how Alex had a Jersey-accent, which sounded way too sinful on her low, raspy voice.
“Yep. I have to say, I never thought you’d be needing help. Sam speaks so highly of you, I thought you were some type of genius.” Alex chuckled.
Taylor blushed. This had to be a joke. Professor Montgomery – or Sam, apparently – not only knew who she was but he also said good things about her? The blonde haired woman was positively surprised. Not only with her professor, but also with Alex’s cute chuckle. Taylor couldn’t ignore how the sound of it made her feel tingly all over. The woman’s voice was deep and raspy, which made her chuckle sound sexy as fuck. Taylor wondered if Alex’s looked as good as her voice sounded.
“Are yo
u questioning my intelligence, Ms. Harper?” Taylor asked playfully. Her voice had automatically dropped an octave, which was something that always happened when she was flirting with someone. The blonde girl was surprised at herself. Was she trying to flirt with Alex? “I’ll have you know I’m a very smart and capable person.”
“I like that in a woman,” Alex replied in an equally low tone. The way that Alex spoke that suggestive sentence was enough to send tingles down to Taylor’s center.
“Well, what else do you like in a woman, Alex?” The blonde-haired woman maintained the low tone on her voice.
Taylor had no idea where did that came from, but she liked the way she was attempting to be bold for once in her life. There was something about Alex that brought out the boldness from deep within the blonde girl’s inside, which was surprising since they had only been talking for a couple of minutes.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Alex chuckled. “Listen, I’ll be at Sam’s office from two to four PM this afternoon. Meet me there and I’ll see what I can to you.” Taylor held back a surprised gasp. She could think of a few things she wanted Alex to do to her, all right. “I mean, I’ll see what I can do for you.” Alex chuckled, the mischievousness in her chuckle not escaping Taylor’s ears.
“Okay. I’ll be there, Alex. See you.”
Taylor ended the call and plopped back down on the bed, feeling giddy with the way the phone call turned out. There was a certain sexual charge by the end of their conversation and Taylor would be lying if she said that Alex’s sexy voice hadn’t turned her on.
“What was that?” Maria’s voice startled Taylor. She hadn’t noticed that her roommate had arrived. “What else do you like in a woman, Alex?” The brown-haired woman mocked her friend’s voice.
Taylor blushed. “You were eavesdropping?!”
“It’s not my fault you were too engrossed in your poor attempt at flirting to notice that I had arrived.” Maria shrugged. “Who’s Alex, by the way? I thought you were head over heels for that Layla girl.”
“I wasn’t head over heels for her,” Taylor rolled her eyes. “Anyway, she canceled our date.” Noticing the smug look on her friend’s face, the blonde-haired woman continued. “Please, don’t lecture me on how I should’ve listened to you.”
Maria chuckled. “You haven’t told me who’s Alex yet.”
“Alex is my professor’s TA. She’s going to review my exam.”
“Are you sure that’s all she’s gonna be doing?” Maria smirked. “You sounded pretty cozy on the phone.”
Taylor hid her face in her hands as a blush crawled up her cheeks. “Did we? Gosh, her voice was pure sex, Maria...”
The smaller woman snorted. “Well, you should have sex with her, then.”
“Are you fucking insane?” Taylor glared at her friend as if she had just said the most absurd thing ever. Maria shrugged. “That’s just a crazy idea.”
Was it really crazy, though?
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Taylor nervously knocked on Professor Montgomery’s office door when the clock struck 2. She was so eager to meet Alex that she ended up arriving a little bit earlier than she was supposed to. Taylor had put on a casual outfit, trying to keep in mind that this was a professional meeting and nothing else. She wore a pair of light blue jeans that perfectly hugged her long, toned legs and firm, round butt. Her top was a loose black t-shirt with the name of her university written on the front.
“Well, hello there,” Alex’s sexy voice greeted her as the woman opened the door. Alex was really tall, her height probably around 6’2”. She had elbow-length jet black hair, green eyes, and a body to die for. Her nose was straight, her eyebrows very well-trimmed, and her lips were full. Taylor couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel like to kiss her. Alex wore eyeglasses that just enhanced her sexy librarian look. The woman was wearing a sleeveless rock band shirt, dark jeans, and leather boots. On the pale skin of her upper arm, Taylor spotted a tribal tattoo. God, this woman was too beautiful for her own good. “You know, if you wanted to stare at me, you could’ve just asked for a picture. It would’ve saved you the trouble of coming all the way down here.”
Taylor blushed. “I-I-I’m sorry,” She said in a small voice.
“Please, come on in,” Alex said, ignoring Taylor’s embarrassed demeanor. The blonde girl stepped inside Professor Montgomery’s office and turned around just in time to catch Alex staring at her ass. Taylor raised a questioning eyebrow, thinking that she would finally see the smug smirk on the older woman’s face dropping. Instead, her smirk only grew bigger.
“So, Taylor,” Alex said as she closed the door behind her and locked it, much to Taylor’s surprise. “You want me to review your exam?”
The blonde girl nodded. “I think there might have been a mistake when Professor Montgomery first corrected it. He must have missed something and ended up giving me the wrong grade.”
“You brought it with you?”
“Yeah,” Taylor answered while handing Alex her exam. She looked around the office as Alex scanned the paper. “This is a nice office,” She commented. Taylor noticed a leather couch at the corner of the office, in front of a large bookshelf.
“Yeah, it is,” Alex said absentmindedly. She looked up from Taylor’s exam and frowned. “I think you gave me the wrong test.”
“What?” Taylor asked, approaching Alex and looking at the paper. “No, this is the right test.”
Alex chortled. “You got a ninety on this test, Taylor. Why would you want to have it reviewed?”
“Because I was expecting a perfect score,” The blonde haired woman said as if Alex had asked her a stupid question. “I studied really hard for this exam and I should have gotten an A+.”
“You’re one of those overachievers, huh?” Alex chuckled and shook her head. “You only got one answer wrong, according to Samuel’s correction. Let me check it real quick.”
The dark-haired woman walked over to Professor Montgomery’s desk and hunched over it as she grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. Her position gave Taylor a full view of Alex’s perfect ass. The woman bit down on her lower lip as she stared. Taylor’s hands itched to touch that ass. She quickly averted her gaze when Alex turned around.
“Taylor, you got the answer wrong. I’m afraid I can’t really change your grade.”
“How’s that possible?!” Taylor was pissed. “I studied really hard for this exam. There’s no way I got an answer wrong.”
Alex shrugged. She handed Taylor the paper she had written on. “Here. This is the correct answer. You can compare them, if you want.”
Taylor nodded and stood by Alex’s side. She scanned her exam and the other paper. It was a rather complex tree diagram of a tricky sentence, but Taylor was sure she had gotten it right. She got to the part where she made a mistake. She had added a wrong branch and it messed up the rest of her answer. Taylor sighed.
“You know it’s not the end of the world, right?” Alex said as she put a reassuring hand on Taylor’s shoulder. “You got the best score in your class, you should be proud of yourself.”
“I don’t care about the rest of my class,” Taylor hissed. “I wanted that 100.” The woman felt Alex’s hand gently squeezing her shoulder. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, almost like there was electricity in the older woman’s fingers.
“Jesus, Taylor, you need to loosen up,” Alex said in a husky voice. “Maybe I could help you with that...”
Taylor inhaled deeply. “W-what do you mean?” She breathed out.
“I could tutor you,” Alex said. “What did you think I meant?” She chuckled. The blonde haired woman blushed deeply at her own stupidity.
“I-I think I understood what I got wrong. But thanks for offering.”
“Don’t you wanna practice?” Alex asked. “I mean, practice makes perfect, right? Here, let me write down a sentence with a similar structure and you can try to draw the tree.”
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�Okay, sure.” Taylor smiled. Her heart skipped a beat when Alex smiled at her and ran a hand down her arm. The woman wrote a sentence that was just as tricky and complex as the one Taylor had gotten wrong on her test. Taylor read it carefully as she started to picture a tree diagram in her brain. She grabbed the pen that Alex was handing her and proceeded to seat down on a chair that was opposite to her professor’s chair. The dark-haired beauty followed her lead and sat on Montgomery’s comfy-looking president chair. Taylor was trying her best to concentrate on the task at hand, but it was proving really difficult as Alex kept staring at her with those intense green orbs. Whenever the blonde woman managed to think of a solution to the sentence, she’d get distracted by her companion. Taylor sighed.
“Need some help there, champ?” Alex asked. Taylor didn’t even need to look up from the paper to confirm that the older woman was smirking; it was obvious in the way she spoke.
“N-nope. I’m good,” She said nervously.
Alex hummed in response, not bothering to avert her gaze. Taylor didn’t notice when the dark-haired woman’s sly smirk grew larger, her face expressing nothing but mischievousness. The freshman student flinched in surprise when she felt a foot rubbing against her calf. Taylor gulped but continued staring down at the paper she had in hands, doing her best to pretend that she was unaffected by Alex’s gaze and touch. However, it was hard for the blonde girl to remain expressionless and to hold back a moan when she felt the other woman’s foot inching closer and closer to her tingling center. Taylor lifted her gaze and her arousal grew tenfold when she noticed the way that Alex’s green eyes had darkened. There was pure lust in her eyes and Taylor could tell that her own eyes were reflecting the exact same thing.
