Curves for the Principal (Interracial Erotic Romance)

by Rogers, Rene

  I admit I didn't have the best timing. The beginning of the school year is usually when most of the bugs go around and we were having a bit of a flu epidemic the week before my Saturday gathering at the house. But I was delighted that most of the staff, including Dr. Higgins, stayed healthy and accepted my invitation for lunch and a swim.

  I spent most of the morning preparing for the party. I made the various salads, put together a great platter of cold cuts and cheeses and a super tray of all kinds of olives, relishes and condiments for my 'make your own sandwich' menu. The last thing I wanted to do was tie myself to the kitchen while my party went on without me.

  My new bathing suit hid nothing much. I guess that's what bathing suits are meant to do. I examined myself in the mirror with the scrutiny of a cruel stepmother. Yes, too much junk in the trunk. The thighs, while improving, are a C plus at best. I'm grateful for full hips because they make my not so tiny waist look smaller. The chest--well, one man's fantasy is another's nightmare I suppose. If you like a generous bosom, I'm your gal.

  I slapped the cruel stepmother away and took another look. The pale lavender one piece suit made me look like an old-fashioned pin-up girl. All curvy and delicious. I looked healthy. I was in good shape. The thighs get an upgrade to a B minus--no a solid B. The creamy skin is an A, for sure. The waist? I know women who would die just to have a waist. Big ass and hips? Haven't you ever heard the word voluptuous? So I psyched myself into feeling pretty darn good. It's all about the outlook.

  I wrapped a lovely sheer sarong around my lower half and pinned a silk flower into my loose bun. My hair had lightened a couple of shades in the Florida sun and was shining like gold silk. The guests began to arrive right on time and before no time, the party was well under way.

  I kept one eye always looking for Lawrence and was a bit letdown when he hadn't arrived by one. Finally, I opened the door to his handsome smiling face. His eyes locked momentarily on mine and then trailed up and down my body in frank appraisal which he didn't even attempt to conceal.

  "I am so sorry to be late, but my dear old buddy from college called me just as I was walking out the door. I can hardly ever catch up with him these days and I just had to spare the time. I hope I'm not too late for lunch?"

  "Not at all," I said. "It's just a do-it-yourself affair and there's plenty."

  "That's fantastic. I'm starving." He looked past my shoulders toward the rowdy bunch in the swimming pool. "I see everyone's enjoying the pool."

  "It's a nice day for a swim. Why don't you go into that bedroom," I pointed to my bedroom door, "and change. If you'd like, I can fix up a sandwich for you."

  "Sounds great."

  "Just toss your clothes on the bed. There's a pile of towels out by the pool."

  When Dr. Higgins came into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, I nearly dropped the plate I had in my hand on the tile floor. His body was, without exaggeration, about as perfect as I've ever seen in the flesh. His chest was taut and virtually hairless with high rounded pectorals that actually rippled when he moved. The muscles in his arms were smooth but defined. I could identify them all. Trailing down the center of his body starting at his navel and down the few bare inches to his bathing suit was a thin black line of hair. It parted washboard abs and pointed the way to what I'm sure was a cock just as impressive as the rest of him. His legs were well shaped and slender without the bulging thighs that so many men seem to covet. He looked sleek and powerful, way more like a panther than a bear. His skin was shiny and warm looking like a finely polished rosewood sculpture.

  I gave him his plate and mumbled some excuse about having to check the beer cooler. I honestly couldn't trust myself at that moment not to make a fool of myself. I don't know that I have ever been so turned on by the sight of a man. After all my plotting and planning, I actually avoided being alone with him for the remainder of the party. He had me in heat and I was sure if he got near me he'd smell it. I had to keep him a safe distance away or I could very well end doing something I would regret.

  My guests took turns changing back into their street clothes and one by one they said their good-byes. I didn't see Dr. Higgins leave but there appeared to be no one left so I went into my bedroom to shuck the still wet bathing suit so I could put on a robe to pick up what little needed to be trashed. I was surprised to see that his clothes were still on my bed. I peered out into the back yard but there was no one there. I figured he had probably wandered down to the canal behind the house for a look and was hidden by the bushes.

  I slipped the bathing suit down around my ankles and flipped it up into my hand with my foot.

  "That takes coordination."

  The voice behind me made me jump and I turned to see Lawrence Higgins standing behind me. He was grinning from ear to ear and seemed not the least bit anxious to move from his spot. I picked up my little robe and began to put it on.

  "Oh please don't," he said stepping closer to me. "You're even more beautiful without clothes. Let me look at you." He put his hands on my shoulders and rotated me around ever so slowly while he took in every inch of me with his eyes. I don't think I've ever felt quite as naked as I did as he raked over me with his piercing gaze.

  He raised his hand and gently passed the back of it over first one cheek and then the other. His eyes were now locked on mine and I felt them searing like a branding iron into my depths.

  "I wanted you from the moment you set foot in my office. You were utterly edible sitting in that chair all golden and turquoise." He traced my lips with the tip of his long index finger and shivers went quivering through me. He tipped my chin up and leaned down to kiss me.

  "I'll never forget that first sight of you." His full lips brushed mine ever so lightly and I felt my mouth bloom under his soft touch. His tongue explored the corners of my mouth and traced across my teeth. When I leaned my body toward him he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body. I could feel the swell of his cock ripple underneath the thin fabric of his bathing suit.

  "I wish I could have you. Wish I could take your flesh and make it my own."

  "I won't stop you," I whispered. I couldn't understand his hesitation.

  "You know I can't. We'd both lose our jobs."

  "Oh, c'mon, Lawrence. Surely no one really takes that policy seriously. They certainly didn't in Chicago."

  "My sweet Brenda, this is not Chicago. Here, that nuisance of a policy is taken very seriously. And, there are those who would absolutely delight in bringing me down and sending you with me."

  "How is anyone going to know? We're the only ones here. Missy is gone for the night. No one will ever find out." I wasn't about to let him slip away and leave me in a state of such urgency.

  "If they do, the career I've spent a lifetime building is over," he said sadly. But the way he said it made me certain that, at that moment, he was going to risk it.

  "Your secret is safe, Lawrence. Take me. Fuck me. Let me know what it's like to have a man like you." He reached down and slid his trunks down to his feet. His cock stood straight out from his body beckoning me. It was as fine as I expected it to be. His body was taut and muscled and his member was equally athletic. It looked like it could go for hours. But that was only an illusion as I spied the dewdrop of desire glistening at its ready head.

  "Promise me…promise me that you'll let me have you this once and never again. Pretend, afterward that it never happened and don't ask me to touch you again. If I weaken, promise me you'll be the stronger one and say no."

  I would have sold my soul to the devil to have him at that moment and would have promised him anything, no matter how ridiculous. I answered him with my body rather than with words. I cleaved into him closing the space between us and flattening his erection up onto his belly against mine.

  This time his kiss was not soft and tentative like the first. It was fierce and demanding. His tongue probed deeply in my mouth and he ran his hands down my back to cup my ass cheeks and b
ring my hips even closer to his. I was overwhelmed with naked lust for this man. I wanted to feel him inside me, joined in the eternal dance of rapture, taking and giving the most intimate of gifts.

  We lowered ourselves onto my bed without parting and then he raised himself to his knees, pushing mine apart. He drank me with his eyes as they traveled over my naked form. He spread my legs even further and gazed on my splayed pussy.

  "So beautiful," he murmured as he ran his finger over my glistening lips and brought it to his mouth. "So sweet." My body hummed at his touch and I moaned my need as I watched him lick my juices from his hand.

  Lawrence leaned over me and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked at it hungrily and I marveled at the gorgeous contrast of his dark head against my pale chest. I reached down and stroked the pad of hair on his head, exploring a texture I had never felt before. He put his face between my breasts and brought them close to his cheeks and I could feel him draw a deep breath next to my skin, inhaling my fragrance.

  Trailing kisses down my body he nibbled here and there on the sides of my waist, on the roundness of my belly and on the pads of my hips. Again and again he told me how beautiful, how ample, how voluptuous my body was and it thrilled me to hear those words.

  Many times in the past I've felt that men desired me in spite of my full figure. The way Lawrence touched me made me feel his attention was lavished upon me because of my generous curves. He made me feel so much more than acceptable; he made me feel preferred. It felt wonderful.

  His attention reached my pussy. It was achingly ready for his touch. He began with small exploratory licks at the petals folded around my vagina and it was all I could do not to grab his ears and bring him forcefully to my clit. He teased me until I whimpered a small "oh please…". He heard my impatience and finally brought his mouth up to work on my needy nub that was ready to explode.

  When he started to circle and suck my erection my climax began to build immediately. He had turned me on from the start. All the anticipation, the fantasy and the tension concentrated now on one small piece of my flesh. I pushed against his tongue seeking my release. He put the finger of one hand inside my pussy and with the other hand he spread my lips so he could bear down harder on my clit. He found the spot inside me that most men never seek and began to stroke it in time with the motions of his mouth.

  "Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck," I started to moan out as I felt the first jet of my fluid gush from me. I abandoned myself to the rare sensation of ejaculating. My orgasm tightened my pussy around his fingers as I continued to cum in spurts of hot liquid and rolling contractions that blinded me with pleasure. I pressed my head back into the pillow, eyes clenched shut and cried out my completion.

  Lawrence rested his head against my heaving belly as I caught my breath. When he felt my breathing calm he moved up and brought his wet face against mine. I could smell the musky scent of my sex all over him as he kissed me.

  I felt the length of his cock resting between my thighs and I slid myself over it, lubricating his length with my slick pussy lips. "Enter me," I told him. I want you inside me now!"

  I didn't have to wait. With a grateful moan he slid himself into my vagina. I felt tight and virginal around the massive girth of his big dick. I pulled my knees up high against the sides of his torso and hooked my arms into them. My hands gripped his taut ass cheeks and I urged him to pump into me by pulling him hard against me. Lawrence responded with athletic thrusts that sent heat coursing through me with every movement of his hips against mine.

  He slowed abruptly and propped himself above me. He looked deep into my eyes and held my gaze while he briefly maintained an almost tantric pace, allowing our bodies to meld together with our spirits.

  He quickened his rhythm, not letting go of my eyes until something deep within him took hold and he arched hard against me, face raised to the ceiling. I could see the cords of his neck strain as he pushed himself against my wide spread thighs. The slap of our flesh joined our groans in a primal kind of song. We beat out an urgent tempo that held nothing back.

  Finally, I heard him bellow a long low growl that rose up from somewhere deep within and the tone of it sent me into a frenzy. I bucked against him with my rocking hips and I could feel the strain of our bodies as they climbed to rapture together. He rammed himself as deep as it was possible to go and my orgasmic contractions worked the milk from his cock. I could feel the hot jets of semen against the walls of my vagina and felt it lubricate his last few strokes until finally he collapsed against me and we lay in panting repose.

  ***

  I was true to my word. Before Lawrence left my house he made me promise, once again, not to try to repeat our lovemaking and to push him away if he did. The next few weeks were agonizing. We exchanged pleasantries in the hallway and once he had come to the nurse's office to see about a student whose parents could not be reached.

  Each time I was near him I could feel the sharp pang of desire gnawing at my loins. His voice echoed in my ears and I couldn't help but recall the sound of raw passion ringing out in my bedroom. When he came to check on the student he was close enough to feel the heat of his body and smell the enticing fragrance of his skin.

  I'm sure no one could have noticed the connection between us, but it burned in our eyes each time they met. I didn't feel slighted because I could read the torture in his face each time he glanced my way. He felt as frustrated and unfinished as I did.

  Lawrence succumbed to the flu that was taking everyone down at school. One Monday morning he called in sick and on Friday of that week when he still hadn't come in to work, I knew he must have a serious case. No one with Dr. Higgins dedication to his school would miss almost a whole week if he wasn't really ill.

  I phoned him up and asked him if I could come and take a look at him and bring him some soup or maybe pick up some medicines for his symptoms. He sounded terrible. When he instantly agreed to my offer, I was convinced that he was really sick. He wouldn't allow me to come to his house otherwise.

  I made up a nice pot of chicken soup and picked up some decongestant tablets and some menthol rub for his chest. With this flu, the congestion was the killer. The CDC considered it a particularly virulent strain that was hard to manage. Several people had died across many states. I knew that Lawrence was the type of man who would never check into a hospital for 'just the flu' and wanted to reassure myself that he was going to be okay.

  He opened the door when I rang the bell and I have to say that my handsome Dr. Higgins looked terrible. His face was sort of gray around the edges and his skin looked dull and lackluster. His eyes were sunken and deeply shadowed. When he let me in, he immediately went back to his bed and seemed exhausted by the effort of answering the door.

  I asked him to sit up so that I could listen to his chest. He dropped the robe from his shoulders and let it pool around his hips as he meekly complied. I could hear the rattle of the mucus that had collected in his lungs and I was quite concerned that he might either have or be developing a case of pneumonia--a common complication of this flu. I pinched the skin on the back of his hand and was alarmed when it did not spring back as it should.

  "Lawrence, you're dehydrated. From the sound of your lungs, you're also on the verge of pneumonia." I probably sounded like I was scolding him. Well, maybe I was.

  "It'll run its course soon. I've been down for several days."

  "Five days, Lawrence. That's a long time."

  He fell back against the pillow and pulled the covers over his chest as if to defend himself. He had the chastised look of a bad little boy. I didn't actually notice that we were in his bedroom and he was nearly naked. I was too worried about his health to consider the circumstances.

  I heated the chicken soup and he sucked it down with real gusto, a good sign. He asked for a second mug and drained that one too. I brought him a big iced glass of Gatorade and set the remainder in the bottle beside his bed.

  "You need to try to force fluids. Gatorade will r
eplace your electrolytes," I explained.

  "Thanks, Nurse Brenda." I was happy to see he forced a weak smile.

  "I'm going to rub your chest and back with this vapor rub now. Where are your T-shirts? You'll want to protect your sheets."

  "Do you have to?" he whined. "I hate that stuff, always have."

  "Unless you want to wind up in the hospital tonight or tomorrow, I strongly urge you to do as I say."

  I went to the big walk-in closet to fetch a T-shirt. It seemed so intimate to stand in his closet surrounded by all of his clothing, his shoes, his hats neatly lined up on the top shelf. It was very organized as I would have expected. I would have loved to snoop around more, just to find out more about the man, but I couldn't be that obvious. It only takes a moment to get a shirt, after all.

  I helped him sit up in the bed again and slathered on a generous coat of the vapor rub on his chest and back. I massaged it into his skin tenderly and thought how nice it was that I was there with him and doing things I knew would help him feel more comfortable. I slipped the T-shirt onto his body and he once again nestled into his pillow.

  "I'm going to tidy up the kitchen a bit. There are about 20 cups and glasses on the counter. But I don't see any evidence that you've eaten a thing."

  "I haven't been hungry."

  "That's the fever talking. Just rest a while. I'll check you in a few minutes." By the time the sentence had left my mouth, he was asleep."

  It only took a few minutes to clean the kitchen and when I checked on him he was still sleeping. I had a perfect opportunity to go sneaking around and looking in drawers, but I resisted. Instead, I flicked on the TV in the living room. I had had a full day at school, rushed home to see to Missy and make the soup and done the nursing bit with Lawrence. In no time, I had nodded off on the couch.

  When I woke the sun was coming up. Sometime in the night I had kicked off my shoes and reclined on the sofa. I had pulled the light cover that was on the back of the couch over me. Thank goodness Missy had spent the night at her friend's house. She'd have been in a panic when I didn't come home.