“Wow,” was all she could say. They kissed some more and she felt his urgency poking her abdomen. Without a word, she turned and tilted her ass up—an invitation for him to mount her. He eased his cock into her dripping hole. Kendra pushed back taking all of him into her. She was completely filled, like never before. It was like she could feel hot cock in every part of her body.
“Fuck me, professor.”
He stroked his cock in and out of her, gently at first, and then with increasing abandon. She liked it hard—hard and rhythmic. She matched her own thrusts to his and their flesh slapped together. It was an exciting sound for Kendra. Her breasts swayed heavily with each thrust and her nipples rubbed against the carpet sending tingles of sensation to her groin.
The professor was starting to grunt now with his efforts and his thrusts were harder and faster. Kendra knew that any moment he was going to come and in their haste they hadn’t thought to use a condom. Besides, she wanted to see it. She pulled herself away and rolled over, a leg on each side of him. He groaned in frustration but she scooted so her pussy rested against his knees. His hand was a blur as he stroked his cock.
“Come on my tits,” she commanded.
His body tensed as he concentrated on jacking off. She loved the slap, slap sound of his hand on his dick. She could feel the pre-cum splattering on her belly with each stroke. Soon—it would be soon.
She watched as his face contorted and his shoulders and arms tensed and then with a roar, he ejaculated. Long strings of thick hot cum spurted on her belly and breasts. She spread the nectar with her hands, feeling its stickiness between her fingers. Spasm after spasm, the professor growled and his jism shot. And when he was spent, he collapsed beside her, his breathing labored, sweat making his body glisten.
They kissed tenderly and stroked each other's bodies.
“Incredible,” was all that Professor Simmons seemed able to say. Kendra giggled. Her classroom fantasizing had certainly paid off.
“Professor?”
“Um...I think after this you can call me Ray.”
Kendra chuckled. “Ray?”
“Uh-huh?”
“I think I'm going to be needing a lot of private tutoring to get through your course this semester.”
“Sweetheart, I heartily agree.”
They lay there together, sharing soft sweet kisses, and long heated gazes, neither wanting to break the spell by speaking. But it was too good to last long.
Ray glanced at his watch and swore.
“What?” Kendra asked, playing with the hair on Ray’s chest.
“I have another class in ten minutes,” he said and with a groan, sat up. He looked over his shoulder at her, still sprawled on the floor. His eyes caressed her lush form. “Fuck, but you are gorgeous.”
Kendra smiled. “Thanks.” She stroked his back. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Ray turned and rested on his elbow beside her, looking down at her, his hand cupping a breast. “This...what we just shared...has been the single most amazing experience of my life,” he said.
Kendra pulled his face down for a kiss. “It was special, I agree.”
“I’ve never been so hot for anyone...not like this,” he said.
“I feel the same way.”
Ray looked in her eyes. “So, you’d be open to doing this again...soon?”
Kendra gave him a wicked grin. “Professor, I would gladly fuck you anytime, anywhere, anyhow you want.”
Ray chuckled and bent to suck momentarily on her nipple. “Good,” he murmured between nibbles. “I want to see you tonight, my place, say, eight o’clock?” He sat up and grabbed a pen and notepad off his desk. He scribbled directions, tore off the sheet and handed it to her.
“I’ll be there,” Kendra said, after glancing at the paper and before capturing his lips in one last satisfying kiss.
With time now run out, they both dressed quickly, shared one last frantic kiss, then Ray dashed off to class, and Kendra, reeling from the intensity of the interlude, sauntered off to her place to rest and prepare for what would no doubt be an incredible night.
Chapter Five
Ray wasn’t sure how he managed to fake his way through his last lecture of the day. His mind was definitely not in the auditorium with him. No, it was back in his office with the lusciously nude Kendra, enjoying the fuck of his life. Never had he ever had a lover like her. The whole experience was far more than he’d ever dreamed.
She was so uninhibited, so open and inventive. He loved that she could be the aggressor, then switch it all around so he was leading the show. In fact, if truth be told, he was becoming quite smitten with her. She was more than just a large rack and a great ass, impressive as these attributes were. Kendra was also bright and funny, mature and self-assured.
On some level, the whole situation was confusing for him. When they were together, he couldn’t get enough of her and was nowhere near purging her from his system. When they were apart, he found her invading his thoughts to the detriment of whatever other activity in which he was engaged.
This whole adventure had begun as a way to deal with his obsession with the sexy coed, so perhaps he could move on. Instead, he wanted to spend even more time with her and it surprised him to realize that he didn’t just crave her body, but he also desired her mind. Maybe it was time to ask her out on a real date, like a normal couple. The thought startled him.
You’re in deep shit, Simmons, he thought. Somehow without you realizing, this young woman has gotten past all your firewalls and is in danger of capturing your heart.
The thought scared the hell out of him.
Twice Ray lost his concentration and was embarrassed when the sound of a throat being cleared jerked him back to his senses from the sensual daydream into which he’d drifted. He found his students looking at him oddly, perhaps wondering if the old man was losing his senses.
He was intensely relieved when the clock indicated the class was over and the students filed out. The weekend lay ahead, and Ray was already anticipating asking Kendra to spend it with him—hopefully in bed.
He got hard just thinking about the night ahead.
He gathered his papers together and shoved them into his satchel. He’d make a quick stop at his office, then a run to his favorite wine shop, and a brief stop at the supermarket for some finger foods for later on.
But his buddy Derek was waiting for him in his office. The man’s track suit and sports bag clearly indicated they’d made plans for a squash game.
Derek lounged in one of the visitor chairs in front of Ray’s desk. He flipped through a professional magazine, showing little interest in the content. He looked up when Ray entered.
“Hey buddy,” he said. “I got finished early today, so thought I’d meet you here before we went to the athletic complex.”
Ray grimaced. “Oh, well, um—” He went to his desk and set the satchel down before turning around, slipping his hands in his pockets and hanging his head. “I’m sorry, man, I completely forgot.”
Derek tossed the magazine on the desk and sat up and shrugged. “Oh. All right.” He peered up at Ray. “Everything okay?”
Ray leaned on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms, a little self-conscious about what he was set to share. “Sure. It’s just...I mean, I have...” He combed his fingers through his hair.
Derek examined him closely, then grinned and sat back. “It’s a woman, isn’t it?”
Ray nodded. “Yeah.”
“Let me guess,” said Derek. “It’s the chick you were all conflicted about the last time we played.”
“Yeah.”
“So, you fucked her, eh?” He chuckled.
Ray glared at him. “It’s not like that.”
“So you didn’t fuck her.”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean,” Ray stood and moved restlessly around the small space, “I don’t like how crude you make it sound.”
“Hey, fucking is fucking. I’m just telling it like it is.” Derek pee
red at Ray, then his eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “You’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?”
Ray grimaced and turned his back on Derek. “I’ve got some feelings for her, yeah.”
“Well, good for you.”
Ray spun around, surprised at his friend’s words. “What?”
“Good for you. I’m happy for you, buddy. I kind of figured when you were so bent out of shape about this girl that she was someone special already. And a guy like you—”
“Wait, what?” Ray said. “A guy like me?”
“Yeah, you’re one of the last true romantics, pal. Always have been. It’s why you were so conflicted about dating a student. You have a strong sense of honor and ethics, not like some of the rest of us jaded old farts.” He chortled, then continued. “Guys like you can’t just fuck ‘em and forget ‘em. Guys like you are looking for an ever after.”
“Come again?” Ray asked.
“You know, like the fairy tales.” Derek waved his hand in the air as if conducting music and spoke in a wispy tone. “And they lived happily ever after.”
“That’s how you see me?” Ray didn’t know whether to be offended or amused.
“It’s just how it is, my friend.” Derek stood and patted Ray on the shoulder. “Now go and meet up with your lovely lady and have a wonderful night. I’ll be thinking about all the naughty things you’re up to while I go to the nearest bar and toss back a few. Maybe, if I’m a really good boy, I’ll get lucky.”
He stooped and picked up his sports bag and sauntered to the door. He turned before leaving. “Lucky bastard,” he said.
Ray could hear his chuckling all the way down the hall.
****
Kendra hummed as she rifled through her closet for just the right outfit for the evening with Ray. She was going for sexy but not slutty...well, maybe a little slutty. She grinned and added a little dance move to accompany her tune. Most of all, she just wanted to look beautiful for her man.
She paused in the midst of reaching for her favorite dress. “Whoa, where did that come from?”
She walked over to her bed, dress in hand, and sat. Her man? When had she started thinking of Ray as ‘her man’ and not just as an amazing fuck friend?
This whole thing had started with her unbridled lust for the hunky professor, and her ingrained need for conquest of the opposite sex. She hadn’t been looking for hearts and flowers, romance and starry nights—just good, athletic sex. So what was it about this particular man that had wheedled its way into her heart...or at least, very close to it?
Well, first the obvious, he was gorgeous. And he had a truly phenomenal dick, and the stamina to keep up with her in the sack. But he was so much more than that. He was kind and gentle, funny and a bit goofy at times. He didn’t treat her like just a convenient fuck partner, but instead, with respect. She thought back to that afternoon, and the way he’d just looked at her as if she was the single most desirable woman on the planet. It had made her feel incredibly beautiful.
She gasped. “I really like this guy,” she muttered. She was developing some real feelings relationship? Was there a chance?
Suddenly very nervous, Kendra stood and, with shaking hands, shimmied into the yellow silk babydoll mini-dress. She looked at herself in her full length mirror and admired how her legs and arms were showcased, and the scooped neckline gave a hint of cleavage, while the empire waist hugged the fabric to her full breasts. She swayed her hips to test the swing of the hem, and was pleased that, although it teased, nothing crucial was bared.
She slipped her feet into a matching pair of stilettos, smoothed her hair which she’d fashioned into a simple high ponytail, and added a pair of amber chandelier earrings. A spritz of her favorite body spray and she was ready to go.
She grinned at her reflection. Ray Simmons didn’t have a chance.
Chapter Six
Ray was a mass of nerves as he checked the clock for the umpteenth time. She’d arrive any minute now. He wanted everything to be perfect.
He had uncorked the white wine, and decided to keep the red out just in case that’s what Kendra preferred. And in his fridge was a four-pack of vodka coolers, a six of imported beer, and a couple of bottles of different sodas, just so all his bases were covered.
Into the living room he carried a tray on which sat a bottle of white wine on ice, two crystal flutes, a plate with cheese, crackers, green grapes, some pretty napkins, and a tiny box of very expensive handmade chocolates. He set it on the coffee table, then reached into his pocket for a book of matches and proceeded to light the large candle on the coffee table, then several smaller candles on the mantle of his fireplace.
Even though it was a warm night, he had the fireplace on for the ambiance and the added illumination when he turned off the overhead light. He turned on a lamp by the sofa, and judging the atmosphere to be appropriately romantic, went over to his sound system to pick some music.
Soon the seductive strains of Mediterranean guitar filled the room, and he knew he’d done all he could.
The doorbell chimed and his heart skipped a beat. She was here.
As he moved across the room, he smoothed down his hair and straightened his shirt, then opened the door and almost lost his power of speech. She looked like a dream standing on his doorstep.
“Hi Ray,” she said, giving him a hundred Watt smile.
“Hi—” His voice caught and he had to clear his throat. “Hi. You look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
His eyes locked on hers and they just stared. For Ray, time just stood still and everything around him faded away until there was nothing left but this beautiful woman standing in front of him.
“May I come in?” she asked, a trace of teasing laughter in her voice.
Ray felt his cheeks flush and stepped back. “Of course. Yes.”
She moved past him, her scent wafting up and making him almost dizzy with want.
“Your place is really cute,” Kendra said, hovering on the threshold of the living room.
“I like it,” said Ray, then mentally chastised himself for his less than interesting rejoinder. All he wanted to do was just grab her, rip off her clothes and thrust his already throbbing cock deep into her warm, wet depths.
She wandered over to the fireplace and looked down at the flickering flames. “I just love a fireplace, don’t you?” she said. “It’s so romantic.”
“I know it’s kind of crazy to have it on tonight, but I just thought that maybe you’d like...er...yeah, I think it’s romantic too.” Ray wanted to kick himself. Why was he fumbling so badly at this?
Kendra turned and smiled at him, making his pulse race and his throat close once more. “I think it’s lovely.”
They gazed at each other a long moment before Ray snapped out of his trance and turned to the open bottle of wine. He picked it up and gestured. “Would you like some wine? I have red if you’d prefer. Or I have vodka coolers. Oh, and sodas—” His voice trailed off and he was sure he was seven shades of scarlet by now.
Kendra giggled and sashayed over to him. “White wine is fine,” she said, and touched his arm.
He gasped and stared at her hand, before, with trembling hands of his own, poured them each a glass. He was amazed that he didn’t manage to spill half of it in the process.
He handed her a glass, then lifted his own and said, “To a wonderful evening.”
“Yes, a wonderful evening,” Kendra said huskily and took a sip, all the while smiling and holding his gaze with her own.
He noted her emphasis on the word wonderful, and felt a frisson of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead. He took her hand in his.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
Ray moved an inch closer, inhaling her fragrance and feeling his body respond to her proximity. “It’s all I’ve been able to think of all afternoon.”
“Me too.” She licked her lips and he gasped.
“I really want to kiss you
right now.”
There was a short pause while she smiled seductively and then in husky tones, said, “Me too.”
Just like that, they both set their glasses down and went into each other’s arms. For Ray it was like finally taking a long drink of cool water after being deprived of refreshment. Every cell in his body awakened and his nervousness vanished.
Kendra wound her arms around his neck, and Ray slid his arms around her waist, pulling her against his already aroused body. He pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue across her lower lip, nibbling softly on the corner. She gasped and as her lips parted, his tongue plunged into her mouth.
She moaned and he reveled in the sound of her excitement. He tasted the sweetness of her mouth, and caressed her tongue with his. She was not shy. Her tongue engaged his in a battle of dominance, elevating the kiss to another heat level entirely.
He ran one hand up her back to cradle her head and keep her close. His other hand slid down over her ass cheek, caressing the firm flesh there, and pulling her against his pelvis.
He couldn’t remember ever being this hard before—so hard he was to the point of pain. He rubbed his throbbing cock against her belly and felt her respond by undulating her hips against him. He thought he’d come right then and there, but managed, by sheer strength of will, to hold back.
Oh, how he wanted to touch her hot skin and feel that skin against his. He moved his hand to the hem of her dress, giving silent thanks for her choice of a mini. He moved the fabric out of his way, until he had his hand flat against her full, firm thigh.
He broke the kiss and gasped for air. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his head to muzzle against her neck. He kneaded her thigh and slid his hand up under the skirt to cup her ass cheek, now only covered by a thin film of lacy silk panty.
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