It wasn’t her age stopping him. Not anymore. She was legal, and if not yet over twenty-one, at least not jail bait. She was willing. She’d made that abundantly clear. She was gorgeous—beyond gorgeous—sexy as hell and hot to trot. So what was stopping him?
God, she was so unbelievably beautiful. She had the face of an angel and a body made for seduction: large, still perky, breasts, long shapely legs, a high round ass with just the right amount of jiggle. Her dusky brown skin was as soft as velvet. But it was her lips that resonated in his mind. Full, pouty, luscious. He had no trouble imagining kissing those lips, or watching while they encircled his hard-on. Just the picture in his mind had his mouth watering and his dick expanding.
He rubbed the front of his jeans, then unfastened the button and slid down the fly. He reached inside and cupped his growing erection through his briefs. He moaned. It felt so good. The heat from his cock warmed his hand. He tugged the waistband of his underwear down and over his dick, releasing it from its confines. It jumped to attention and he wrapped his hands around it, giving it a first slow stroke.
He closed his eyes and willed Kendra’s image into his mind. He saw her on her knees in front of him, a smile on her face, licking her lips as she fondled and stroked his cock and balls.
“Suck me,” he whispered, wishing she were really present to hear.
In his mind’s eye, she lowered her head and slipped the head of his penis in her hot, wet mouth. It felt like heaven, he was certain. He’d put a hand on the back of her head, his fingers entwined in her hair, and guide her toward taking more of him in.
She would oblige, getting a good grip with her hand at the base of his dick, while she fucked and sucked him with her mouth.
He could almost hear the slapping suction of her lips, and the subtle pop as she sucked and released the head. He felt the sensation of that right down to his toes.
His hand now, was a blur as he jacked off to his daydream. He could feel the familiar tension building in his body. He hunched his shoulders into it, keeping his grip firm and his strokes ever faster.
Mindful of the bustling hallway outside his office door, he bit back a roar as his cock erupted like a rocket, and the shock waves of his intense orgasm washed through his body. His body jerked and he kept stroking his dick as spurt after spurt of cum shot. After what seemed like an endless come, he flopped back in his chair, sweat beaded on his brow and his limbs feeling like cooked noodles.
But, as good as it had felt to jerk off, he wasn’t satisfied—not completely. Thoughts of Kendra pushed to the forefront of his mind still, and to his shock, he felt his still semi-hard dick begin to swell again. That hadn’t happened since he’d first discovered the wonders of masturbation.
He reached for the box of tissue on his desk and proceeded to clean up. And it struck him. The only way he’d be able to exorcise this woman from his mind, would be to have sex with her. And so, he decided, that was exactly what he would do—as soon as was humanly possible.
Chapter Three
“So he just left you there? Just like that?” Aisha sat cross-legged on the spare twin bed in Kendra’s student apartment bedroom, a fashion magazine open on the bed in front of her. It had been nearly a week since Kendra’s aborted encounter with Professor Simmons. Aisha nibbled on potato chips and watched as her friend prepared for a date.
Kendra stripped off her standard school uniform—jeans and tank top, and sat on the side of her bed to peel off her socks. “Yeah, it was kind of cute, you know?”
“Cute? How do you figure that?”
“Well, it’s obvious he’s a pretty honorable guy.” Kendra stood and slipped off her bra and panties. Unabashedly naked, she sauntered into her bathroom. She raised her voice to continue the conversation. “He’s obviously hung up on the whole student/teacher dynamic. I just have to convince him that it doesn’t matter to me; that it’s all right.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” Aisha ambled up to the bathroom door so they didn’t have to shout.
Kendra sat on the side of the tub, turned on the water and started to lather up her leg for shaving. She gave a saucy grin. “Oh, I can be real persuasive when I want to be. And based on the size of his hard-on, I don’t think too much extra persuading will be needed.”
Aisha giggled. “I still can’t believe you went to class without underwear on.”
Kendra shrugged. “I do it all the time. It makes me feel sexy.” She looked up at her friend. “You ought to try it.”
“I wouldn’t have the nerve.”
Kendra laughed and rinsed her razor, then took another stroke along her leg. “It feels delicious, same as skinny dipping. It’s very freeing.” She finished one leg, then proceeded to the other.
“So when are you going to try with the prof again?” asked Aisha, nibbling on the edge of one fingernail.
“Very soon, I think. I have his class again tomorrow. Are you coming?”
Aisha grinned and nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it. I want to see his face when he sees you.”
Kendra chuckled. “Better yet, look at the front of his pants. That’ll tell you if he’s noticed me or not.”
“Oh my God, you are soooo bad!” Aisha giggled.
Kendra stroked the razor down her calf, scraping away the last bit of shaving cream. She grabbed the shower head and rinsed her leg and then the razor before turning off the water, pulling the plug in the tub and grabbing a towel to dry off.
“As Mae West said, when I’m good, I’m good, but when I’m bad, I’m better.” She grinned and sashayed naked into her bedroom.
Aisha giggled and followed her, plopping back down on the spare bed.
Kendra picked up the thong she’d left lying on the bed, and wiggled into it, then grabbed the matching shelf bra. She corralled her large breasts into the cleverly engineered bit of satin and lace, and turned to her closet to decide what to wear.
“So if you’re all hot for the prof, why are you going out with Jason tonight?” asked Aisha.
Kendra made a face. “I really don’t want to, but he’s been calling and calling me. I think I finally said yes just to shut him up. Besides, if Professor Simmons and I start seeing each other, we’ll need some kind of cover—you know, to protect his reputation and his job.” She pulled out a short denim skirt and a sleeveless eyelet blouse.
“You really think he’d get into trouble for dating you?”
Kendra shrugged. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to take a chance on getting him in trouble. If I’m seen out with another student like Jason, then people won’t get suspicious.” She put on the shirt and buttoned it, then stepped into the skirt, wriggling it up over her hips.
Aisha frowned and shook her head. “It sounds kind of wrong to me. You’re using Jason, you know.”
Kendra shrugged. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” She went over to her dresser and chose a pair of large silver hoop earrings from her open jewelry box.
“Wow, that’s kind of cold,” said Aisha.
“Don’t get all judgmental on me, Aisha. I need you on my side.” She stood and looked her girlfriend in the eyes.
Aisha looked back and flushed, but in the next moment, she smiled and stepped close to throw her arms around her friend. “Always, Kendra. Always.”
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Aisha stepped back and lightly slapped Kendra on the hip. “Now go on and have a good time.”
Kendra grinned and headed for the door, Aisha right behind her. “I’ll call you later on, okay?”
“You better.” Aisha smiled and left. Kendra grabbed her bag and followed her out the door. Time to go meet up with Jason.
****
Jason held her a little too close as they swayed to the latest Adele ballad. Kendra was getting a bit fidgety. As cute as Jason was, she just wasn’t all that attracted to him. Maybe if she hadn’t been so focused on Professor Simmons, she’d have looked with favor upon the sexy basketball player, but after
an evening of listening to sports talk and tolerating his wandering hands, she was ready to kick him to the curb.
“Careful now,” she said, not for the first time, moving his hands from her ass to her waist.
Jason just grinned and nuzzled into her neck. “Aw, come on baby.” He pressed his pelvis close and swayed to the beat of the music. She could feel his erection, normally a good sign of activities to come later on. But tonight, she wasn’t interested. In fact, she was quickly becoming annoyed.
She stepped back and pulled from his arms. “I have to pee,” she said, and headed off the dance floor in the direction of the ladies room.
Once in the sanctuary of the loo, she leaned on the sink and pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror. Why had she accepted this date with Jason? She knew she wasn’t interested in the guy, nice as he was, so why?
The answer wasn’t something she wanted to accept. There was no question that the sexy professor had her panties in such a twist that she was a walking mass of hormones now all the time. She was frustrated that she hadn’t been able to completely seduce him and that made her feel a little reckless. Reckless enough to accept a date with a less than satisfying substitute with the idea she could fuck his brains out and relieve some of the pressure.
But things weren’t lining up that way. She didn’t want to go to bed with Jason. She knew on some level, that the experience, although likely physically gratifying wouldn’t douse the fire of lust built up inside her for Ray Simmons.
She sighed and turned on the tap, allowing cool water to flow over her wrists and hands. She patted her cheeks and lips, turned off the water, and grabbed a paper towel to pat her skin dry. She took her lipgloss out of her jean skirt pocket and fixed her lips, then ran her fingers through her hair, reviving the sexy tousle. Satisfied that she looked calm, cool and collected, she headed back out to find Jason and attempt to let him down gently.
And then she’d have to figure out how to accelerate things with her elusive teacher.
Jason sat at their table chatting with another couple who’d joined him. Kendra recognized the guy as another of the basketball players on the college team...Dan? Dave?
She sat down and smiled at the couple.
“Hey baby,” Jason said and leaned across to give her a quick kiss. “Doug and Linda are heading to a party over at,” he looked over to Doug, “whose place is it again?”
“Jemma Cole’s,” said Linda.
“Oh yeah,” said Jason turning back to Kendra. “I thought maybe we could go with them. Sounds like it’ll be fun.”
“It will be,” said Doug. “Jemma’s got a pool and a hot tub, and her dad’s loaded so there’ll be tons of food and drinks.”
Kendra thought how typical it all sounded. So not what she wanted to do. She gave Jason a wan smile. “I don’t think I want to go,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m kind of tired.”
“Aw, come on Kendra.” Jason slid closer and put his arm around her, deftly sliding his hand under her arm and caressing the side of her breast. He leaned in closer and smiled his most charming smile. “I’m not ready for the evening to be over. Besides, I can’t wait to get you in the hot tub.” His smile took on a wicked edge.
Kendra raised an eyebrow and murmured back. “I don’t have a swimsuit with me.”
He grinned. “That’s the idea.” He nuzzled her neck.
She sighed, unmoved. There it was: his whole agenda. Get some liquor in her, get her naked in the hot tub, have some nice athletic sex to round out the night.
“I don’t think so,” she said, pulling away and gathering up her bag and wrap. “Not tonight anyway. Nice seeing you again Doug. And nice meeting you Linda.” She looked at a now bewildered Jason, leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his lips and said, “Sorry Jase. I’ll see you.” And she left.
As she left the club and headed out to the main boulevard to hail a cab, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief—relief that she wouldn’t be deceiving Jason to cover up her impending affair with Professor Simmons. He was too good a guy to be used like that. In a few days time she’d give him a call, tell him that there was someone else and she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore. He’d be hurt, maybe even pissed off, but in the end he’d be okay, and with his charm and good looks, he’d find some other girl who’d really appreciate him for himself.
That settled, it was time for her to map out a strategy to push things with Ray. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer any longer.
Chapter Four
The next day in class, Kendra became aware of the prof glancing up her way a lot. His eyes seemed to be conveying a message.
“That’s the tenth time Professor Simmons has looked at you,” whispered Aisha.
“I know,” Kendra whispered back. “I thought it was just me.”
“No, it’s pretty obvious. He keeps looking at you.”
“What do you think it means?” Kendra asked.
Aisha gaped at her. “Are you kidding me?”
This must have come out a little too loud because the annoying girl, who always seemed to sit behind them, shushed them.
Kendra didn’t deign to acknowledge the sound, but lowered her voice. “What do you mean?”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “He totally wants you,” she said.
This made Kendra watch his expression more closely. Sure enough, the next time he looked up her way, his eyes seemed to glow with heat, his glance scanning down over her body and back to her face. The message was unmistakable, and her pulse rate ratcheted up a notch or two. Their time had come.
It seemed forever before class was over.
Aisha stood and glanced down at her friend. “Are you coming?”
Kendra gave her a saucy look. “If I have anything to do about it, oh yeah.”
It took a moment for Aisha to process her meaning and then she giggled. “Oh my God, you are toooooo much.” She looked down at the professor and back to Kendra, waggling her eyebrows. “Have fun, then,” she said and sauntered off.
Kendra grinned and met the professor’s eyes as they waited for the rest of the auditorium to empty.
When she was sure they were alone, she left her seat, picked up her jacket and books and moved down to the podium where he waited. She could see he was flushed, and that he sported a pronounced hard-on. It made her mouth water and she could feel her nether parts tingle and get moist.
She stopped mere inches from him so she could feel his body heat and hear his labored breathing. “You want me, Professor?”
He looked around, likely checking to be sure they were alone. “Oh yeah,” he said. “I want you all right.” And the next moment his lips were on hers...hard, demanding. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips and she opened to receive him. She dropped her books and at the same moment he pulled her close into his arms. The kiss deepened, his tongue caressing hers, his lips mashing against hers establishing dominance, and speaking to the depths of his arousal.
She slid her hand down his hip and around to grab his ass, then undulated her pelvis against his cock. He groaned and her knees went weak.
She broke off the kiss to gulp in some air. With shaking hands she reached between their bodies and worked to undo his belt buckle.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she said in gasping tones. “I want to suck that big, thick dick of yours.”
He grabbed her hands. “Not here,” he said, his voice ragged with lust.
“Then where?” She tried to lean into him again. She was almost crazed with arousal.”
“My office. Ten minutes.” And he was gone.
Kendra wasn't sure how she got to his offices. She was one massive nerve ending and was sure one touch would send her over the edge. She knocked on the door which immediately opened.
Professor Simmons pulled her inside, closed and locked the door, and then pulled her into a fierce embrace. His hands caressed her ass and pulled her tight against his erection. She wound her arms around his neck and p
ressed her breasts against his chest. Their lips and tongues seemed at war.
Without words they each began to disrobe the other. Kendra hastily pulled at the professor’s clothes, thrilled at the feel of his bare skin beneath her hands. She caressed feverishly as his body became revealed to her in its entirety. At last they were able to look and touch each other without impediment.
Kendra grasped the professor's throbbing dick and sank to her knees. How massive it was, more so than she had imagined. She licked the purple head with her tongue and tasted him. He moaned and she took the head into her mouth, sucking gently. He cradled her head in his hands and urged her to take more of him. She did, stretching her lips as far as she could and running her tongue back and forth against the underside of the shaft. She only had half of him in when she reached her limit. She grasped the remainder of the cock in her hand and began to fellate him. His moans and growls attested to his enjoyment of her mouth and hand. She looked up and watched his face contort with the spasms of pleasure she was creating for him.
She took his balls in her hands and softly applied pressure, enough to elicit a gasp from the professor. But now she was anxious to be on the receiving end of things. She stood up and smiling at him, pressed his shoulders, indicating it was his turn to be on his knees. He willingly complied. She propped one foot on a chair and watched as the professor eagerly spread apart her pussy lips and examined her closely.
“So beautiful,” he said.
“So tasty too,” she said and pulled his head closer.
She felt his tongue lave her plump engorged lips and then plunge into her hot cunt. The moans she heard this time emanated from her own throat. He sucked on her lips and licked all around before finding her sensitive erect bud. He pummeled her clit rapidly and she could feel the tensing sensation that announced an orgasm was approaching.
“Don't stop,” she said.
His hands gripped her ass cheeks and he pummeled with fiercer dedication. The waves began, starting in the core of her womb and breaking out one after the other to crash at her extremities. She went limp and still his tongue pleasured her until she was sure her legs could not hold her up anymore. She pushed his face away and knelt to lean heavily against him and kiss the lips that now tasted of her pussy juices.
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