“So, what do you want to do?” Ruby asked.
I opened my eyes and tried to focus, but I was seeing two of her.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, Dane told me that I should do something special for you,” she replied. “So, here I am. What do you want to do?”
“I’m afraid you may have gotten some wrong information,” I said. “I’m engaged.”
“That’s what I hear,” she said with a flirty smile. “I bet you are going to enjoy this one last time with another woman. I promise I won’t tell.”
She giggled.
Was this sort of thing supposed to work? Did it work on most guys, I wondered.
Ruby leaned forward and kissed me on the neck.
My hands instinctively shot up and held her back gently. I stepped back and tried to keep my balance. Every sudden movement kept me feeling nauseas. But for some reason I did not fear throwing up.
“What?” Ruby asked. “Don’t you want it?”
“Um… no… I can’t,” I said. “You will have to go with one of the others.”
“But it’s your special day. I only like to be with special people.”
I almost laughed. What kind of lunacy was that?
“No,” I said. “Sorry.”
I walked out of the room. Dane was talking to one of the other girls and he appeared to be ready to seal the deal with her.
“Hey, man. I’m taking off,” I said.
“So soon? Didn’t you--?” Dane asked.
I shook my head. “Sorry. I’ve got to run, but thanks to all of you for an awesome party.”
By the time I got outside, the ride I ordered was waiting for me. I slipped into the backseat and tried to relax and calm down. I was pretty wasted, but I wasn’t completely trashed yet. I’d drunk quite a bit, but most of it had been spread out over the course of the day, at least until after dinner. After six o’clock, I’d had probably four long island iced teas (made extra strong), and then a few whiskey on the rocks.
When I got home, Tina was there at the kitchen table working on something on her laptop for class. She looked at her watch and then back at me confused.
“Hey, babe,” Tina said. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
I glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was a quarter after nine.
“Yeah, I’d had enough. Besides I wanted to be near you,” I said.
I walked over to her and kissed her on the mouth. It felt great. I was so horny, so ready for her.
“I missed you,” I said.
“Oh, I missed you, too.”
“Did you get moved in, ok? Do the boxes still need to be unpacked? I can have someone come over and help with that tomorrow.”
Tina shook her head. “Nah, I’ll do it all. You know how I feel about people touching my stuff.”
“Yes, I do,” I said. “You mean, like this stuff?”
I reached down and touched her breast, feeling it through her t-shirt. So large, so soft, and the perfect level of sweet fatness. She often wished they were harder, but no… I loved her perfect tits the way they were. I could feel the nipple through her bra and shirt.
“Well, someone is in the mood,” Tina said.
I was still fairly drunk, but not too drunk. And I was so horny… I couldn’t stand to go another minute without some of my lady’s sweet, pussy.
“Yeah…” I purred in her ear.
I moved my hand down and under the shirt to grab her tit that way. She was getting turned on now. I could see it in her eyes. Without hesitation, I added the other hand to grab her left tit, pulling her shirt up above her bra. I loved the way her breasts looked in the dark bras she always wore.
I was so hard now. My cock was pressing, scraping against my pants, ready to be released. It was dying for her touch.
Leaning down, I kissed her again, sticking my tongue deeply into her mouth. She lapped it up eagerly, letting me take total control. She could tell the persistence of my lust, the aggression of my want, and it was turning her on to no end. I could see that in her eyes.
I stood her up and led her quickly over to the island where I bent her over. She was wearing a pair of jeans. I let her ass press against me then, feeling the girth of my cock that was dying to escape the clutches of my suit. She could feel me ready, wanting to be inside of her.
I held it there, just rubbing against the back of her. The lust inside of her was increasing. I could sense it. She loved the anticipation. I kissed her neck softly, placing my lips just behind her ear and working my way slowly down to the top of her shoulder blades and then slowly back up.
“Yeah… that’s it…” Tina moaned.
I was still rubbing, squeezing her tits. My touch was alternating between firm and gentle. I was having fun with keeping her guessing. She was undulating beneath me now, leaning back against me. I placed my lips next to her ear and whispered. “I’m going to be inside of you soon… I want to fuck the shit out of you… tell me how much you want it… how much you need it… What are you going to do with this big, long, thick, cock inside of you…I want to know how badly you want it…”
“Yes… please…” Tina moaned. She was on the verge of orgasm. I was so horny that I could barely keep from coming inside my own pants, but I wanted to stretch it out. That would give us the best possible experience.
“What are you going to do with this cock?” I asked. “Tell me baby… I want to hear it…”
“I’ll take it inside as deep as I can…I want to swallow it up…please I need it!”
I unbuckled Tina’s jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down. Then I ripped her panties from her body and dropped them on the floor. She loved it when I did that. Tina had always been attracted to aggression.
Then I reached under and parted her cheeks with my hands. I was immediately inside her sweet pussy. She was so wet. The sweet scent floated up to me and I inhaled deeply, just letting it invade my senses. This was a new experience while being totally shitfaced.
I stuck my middle finger deep inside of her, and then I turned it over as I pulled out of her succulence, pausing against the inner wall. I moved my fingers in that special way to graze against her G spot. Tina moaned accordingly, her whole body starting to shiver and vibrate.
“How does that feel?” I groaned in her ear.
“Ah… good…soo gooood…”
I kissed her earlobe and then let my tongue linger inside her ear canal for just the briefest of moments before I stuck my finger back inside her honey pot even deeper. This time I added the index finger, to fill things out a bit.
“Shit!” Tina said.
I laughed quietly. I loved to get her worked up. Her wetness would feel so much better over my cock that way. Speaking of which, I was so hard I was now lying flat against my belly and threatening to escape the top of my pants. My cock was more than ready to experience my love’s perfect body.
While my fingers were inside of her, I decided to add my thumb to the mixture. My thumb pressed lightly against her asshole and teased it just a little. I was surprised that she didn’t even react surprised at this. We’d never experimented with anything back there, but there was always a first time for everything.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.
I pulled my fingers out and unbuckled my pants. I rapidly ripped them down and let them drop to my ankles. My aching cock was stretched out to maximum capacity. It flopped out and then rested on the sweet crack of her ass. I paused a moment, enjoying the way my dick looked lying against her soft, flesh. So many possibilities laying right below it for eternal delights.
I grabbed my cocked and forced it down a bit, rubbing it right down her smooth crack until I reached her wet pussy. Then I pushed the head inside her sopping lips.
Her body shook violently.
“Aggh!” Tina yelled. “Oh… give it to me!”
I teased her some more. I knew how much she wanted it and that turned me on like never before.
; I wasn’t quite convinced that she wanted it badly enough, though. I wanted to feel her out, make sure she was right at that edge. And then I’d give it to her.
“Please!” Tina begged.
“Here it comes.”
I pushed my hard cock deeply inside her tight, wet channel. It took my breath away. My heart rate was skyrocketing as if I’d just been injected by some sort of insane drug. The pleasure had hijacked all of my other senses. I could barely remember my own name as my whole body began to convulse from the root.
My hands instinctively grabbed Tina’s hair and pulled hard, as I held onto her, mostly for balance, and to give her that extra push of control that was often necessary for her to get off hard.
I dug my heels into the floor and achieved a strong stance as I fucked her hard in her tight pussy. Tina wanted to swing wildly, her body wanted to flail, but I was holding her tightly against me, which increased the pleasure and sensation inside of her.
Looking down at her sweet, delicious ass right in front of me was the biggest delight I ever could have imagined. That was why I loved doggystyle so much. It was just the perfect way to fuck. And I was able to get so deep inside of her.
She was sopping wet now. The fluids were gushing out of her every time I entered. They spilled over the side, dripping down my cock towards my scrotum and finishing their journey on the floor below us. This was the first time we’d ever fucked in the kitchen, and I had to say it was a whole new experience for us.
We always kept things new and fresh.
“I’m going to come!” Tina screamed.
“Do it!” I commanded.
I felt Tina’s body letting go, as if it had been holding on to something, like trying to prolong the pleasure or keep the inevitable from happening.
Her pussy gripped and released my cock as she came. I could feel her load of juice letting go all over me, in what was similar to a tidal wave of total pleasure and pent up lust. I wondered how much she’d been waiting for it today.
“Yes!” I yelled as she came harder and harder.
Tina bit her lip, her eyes closed tightly, and her body was caked with sweat that dripped down off her forehead as everything she’d been wanting and feeling came to a massive head right then. I held onto her tightly to keep her from falling down. Her body was practically done, and she needed rest, but I was not quite finished yet.
Still, I backed off just a little bit. Tina was leaning against the island now, her forehead resting on the counter, her ass being propped up in the air by me. I was gripping her tightly and continuing to plow her mercilessly with my cock. I was almost there.
I grabbed Tina and gently led her to the floor below us. I moved under her and let her get on top in a cowgirl position. I loved this position, but I knew that she was too tired and spent to do it well, so I gave her some assistance. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her so that I was holding her against me. Then I fucked her hard from underneath, moving my hips back and forth as rapidly as I possibly could.
Tina leaned forward and kissed me, sending spasms of pleasure up and down my spine. Her very touch was enough sometimes to send me into a fit of excitation.
I was so close. I think she could feel it, too. I was almost there. But my body was trying to quit on me. I wanted so badly to just lean back and let go of it all, forget about it. But the pleasure was too great. It had me deeply in its grips. I was a slave to it. I had no choice in the matter. I had to do its bidding. The sex was controlling me, like some kind of a puppet.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
Suddenly, there it was. My orgasm came hard and fast. The load shot out of my cock so quickly, and with so much force that it felt like I’d just ripped a metallic object out of my body. But then the release was there, the gratifying feeling of giving in to the pleasure.
And that was it. We laid there together, both of us too tired to get up. I was still wearing the shirt and jacket from the suit. Both of us were covered in sweat and each other’s love fluids.
It was at least twenty minutes before we moved.
Chapter Sixteen
Tina
“Did you hear about Norm?”
Those were the first words I heard when I finally arrived at my classroom on Monday morning, ready for what I hoped would be a decent day of molding young minds. Or at least of not having them all hate my guts.
Lacy Goran was standing in the doorway. Lacy was an Algebra teacher, and her classroom was at the end of the hallway. I’d met her briefly on Wednesday of last week in the breakroom. We’d got to talking, and she and I had kind of struck up a bit of a commonality with each other, at least she was ten times more interesting than Norm, and not some deranged psycho as far as I could tell.
“What about Norm?” I asked.
I’d actually wanted to stop in that morning before class and talk to Wicker about Norm and his behavior towards me, but Wicker was running late and wasn’t in his office yet. So, I figured I’d do it at lunch.
“He committed suicide last night,” Lacy said.
I could hardly react. I did not hear what I thought I’d heard her say… there was no way, right? This was not happening. I sat there, stone faced, tuning it all out for what must have been thirty seconds. I could not process the information I’d just received.
“Did you hear me?” Lacy asked. “Norm killed himself. I guess his neighbor heard something strange and called an ambulance. When they came to his apartment he was hanging by his neck. His neighbor most likely heard the stool that he kicked over.”
“Oh, my…” I couldn’t put words to how I felt. It was sickening. Norm had actually died, gone, taken his own life.
Lacy was reacting as if it was exciting news. I could hardly tell if she felt bad for him or not. I felt awful about it, and after what he’d done to me, I probably shouldn’t have felt bad at all.
But I couldn’t help it; I’ve never wished misfortune on anyone.
Norm had a lot of problems. He needed help.
Was I to blame? The thought hit me like a ton of bricks falling on my head.
No… I couldn’t have…
Maybe it was the devastation over realizing he could never have me that had finally pushed him over the edge. Was that right? I tried not to dwell on this thought, but now it would dominate me for a long time. There was no use arguing with it.
“Are you ok? Were you close?” Lacy asked.
“Um… no… we weren’t… but I… I kind of knew him… I just can’t believe this happened,” I said. My voice was shaky.
I took a few sips of coffee hoping that the caffeine would somehow kick start my brain, so I could focus on something else. I did have a job to do today. I wondered if the kids would find out about it. Of course they would; kids always knew about everything. They were masters of gossip, especially in the junior high.
“Yeah, it’s a tragedy, so awful,” Lacy said, showing genuine remorse for the first time since mentioning it a minute earlier.
She stepped out and headed towards her classroom. I was now alone, and had a few minutes before my students started pouring into the classroom. I took another drink of coffee and turned away from the door. I couldn’t help it; the tears took over and I sat there alone in my classroom for a good two minutes and cried hard. I cried harder than I could remember crying in recent years.
I felt responsible. The way I reacted… did I do this? Did I cause Norm to commit this tragic act? Did this push him over the edge?
No. Surely not. I couldn’t have. How was I supposed to react? I hadn’t actually turned him in, yet. I didn’t go to the police and I hadn’t gone to Wicker, even though I fully intended to that day.
And he knew that. He had to know that. Did I tell him that? Was that what happened? I couldn’t remember. I continued to pour the coffee down my throat trying to jumpstart some good feelings and jog my brain into remembering exactly what words were exchanged that morning I went out, when I ran into Norm.
And that kind stranger came to
my defense.
I wasn’t sure I could make it through the day. I needed some time to process this. The guilt was overwhelming. I had to find out more about this, and what happened to Norm. But how? I barely knew the man, and no one but Blake and Donna really knew the way he had behaved with me. It would have been a waste of time.
What? Was I going to go to his family (assuming he had some in the area) and tell them that I worked with their son, he had a crush on me, acted threatening, and I pushed him away? I was sure none of this had anything to do with the fact that he had taken his own life.
No. That conversation was never going to happen.
My class came into the room a few minutes later and I started homeroom and took roll. Pretty soon I was in the routine and moving right along with the day. Teaching proved to be a great distraction from the guilty feelings about Norm that played in my mind like a torturous loop.
During my lunch break I thought about calling Donna or Blake, but I knew that today, both were busy at work and I didn’t want to bother them. I was sure they’d both say the same thing. It wasn’t my fault and I had no reason to feel guilty.
I spent my lunch listening to music and grading some papers. Then I worked on my lesson plan a bit. After that, I coasted through the afternoon trying to generate as much in class discussion as I possibly could about the material, so I could stay engaged with the students and continue to keep my mind occupied answering questions.
Before I knew it, the bell was ringing, and it was time to go home. I stayed fifteen minutes past the bell as I was required to (so thankful I had not been given bus duty) and then I was out of there.
I immediately went to Donna’s. I knew that she was only working until two today. I told her everything that happened, and the tears started to flow again. I could finally breathe and let go. She was that kind of friend, one of those people in my life (one of the few) that I felt I could tell anything to, and she would be supportive, understanding, and after it was over, I would feel monumentally better about it.
“You are beating yourself up over nothing,” Donna said. “This guy obviously had serious mental health issues. He needed help. It was impossible for you to know what type of help he needed. You’re not a licensed therapist. You aren’t a mental health professional. He victimized you, remember.”
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