School's in Session

by Various Authors

Ali sipped her coffee and appraised him with her eyes over the rim of her cup. When she finished, she changed the subject. “Maybe we ought to work on the assignment now.”

  “Good idea.” He smiled. “What are some questions you think we ought to ask her?”

  “Besides, ‘what were you thinking?’”

  “Yes, we’re here to help our clients. Not judge them. I bet she’s getting plenty of that already, probably mostly from herself.”

  “Okay, Mr. Smarty. What would you like to know?”

  “I want to know what she means by explicit.”

  Ali rolled her eyes. “You just want to have her tell you what she did.”

  “No, the assignment only says they were explicit. Maybe we need to clarify her definition of explicit. If they were just shots of her in a bathing suit, that’s hardly the same as photos of her pussy.”

  Ali nearly fell off her chair. “You can’t say that in public.” She stage whispered like a shocked mother, which he assumed she was, and glanced from side to side to see who might have heard what he said.

  “I’ll agree that’s not an appropriate word to use in court, so I apologize, but you need to lighten up. Are you Amish or something?”

  “No, I am not Amish. I just don’t use words like that.”

  “What sort of law do you plan to practice after you pass the bar?”

  “I thought I’d like to do something to help the poor. Maybe abused women and children.”

  “That’s great. I bet you’d be good at it. Now do you suppose in that situation your clients would say ‘vagina’?”

  He really wasn’t trying to make her blush, but he wasn’t trying too hard not to either.

  Ali finally dumped her backpack on the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of wine. It had been quite an eventful first day of school and all she really wanted was a long soak in the tub.

  But before she did, she went to the computer and looked up sexting.

  Some of the photos shocked her. Bare breasts, glistening vaginas. Women touching themselves. But she kept looking. She wondered how many women had sent similar pictures to Griff.

  Then she wondered why the idea of it made her jealous.

  Chapter Two

  She ought to have been studying. Not only was she rusty on the law, she was completely out of her league when it came to technology. Legal phrases like res ipsa loquitur and habeas corpus were more familiar to her than apps, PM’s, or “likes.”

  Not to mention the new word that haunted her dreams. Sexting. Had she ever, even in her youth, felt confident enough in her body to allow someone to take pictures of it? She doubted it, though looking back she realized what she had thought was too this or not enough that, had actually been very attractive. Why had she convinced herself flaunting it was wrong?

  She gave herself a mental shake. No more regrets or what might have beens. She’d wasted enough time looking backward. Her future waited and she needed to prepare for it.

  A new haircut to suit her new outlook was long overdue. She hadn’t been able to get to the salon before classes started. Between the stress of going back to school after twenty years, trying to pry some money out of Dirk for books, and sending the twins off for their own semester of college, there just wasn’t time. After cancelling twice, her hairdresser had threatened to disown her if she told anyone who her stylist was.

  As soon as classes were over on Friday afternoon, she sat in Diane’s chair squinting at her plastic draped body in the mirror. “I think it’s time for something new.”

  “Really?” The excitement on Diane’s face told Ali she’d been waiting to hear those words for far too long.

  “Yes, have your way with me.” She caught Diane’s eyes in the big mirror. “But be gentle.”

  “Oh, don’t you worry. Let’s do it like they do on TV.” Diane spun the chair around with a surprising amount of vigor so Ali’s back was to the mirror. “Just relax until the big reveal.”

  Ali closed her eyes and tried to relax but the sound of the scissors snipping away at her locks as well as the clippers and Diane’s humming as she worked made her feel anything but calm. This was a bad idea. What was she doing making a change in her hair, especially when she had to give an opening statement in front of the entire class next week?

  Diane must have sensed her apprehension because she kept up a steady stream of chatter that took Ali’s mind off her hair.

  “How was the first week of classes? I bet there are some good looking future lawyers. Yum!”

  Immediately Ali envisioned the way Griff’s shirt stretched across his muscled pecs. After a week of sitting next to him in class and meeting with him for coffee afterward to work on their assignments, she’d become like Pavlov’s dog whenever she smelled his cologne.

  And then there was the intense way he looked at her when they were talking about one of their assignments.

  But she would never mention that to anyone, not even Diane. “Oh, I don’t even notice that sort of thing. I’m so much older than all of them anyway.”

  “Not anymore,” the stylist said, spinning Ali around to reveal her new hairstyle.

  Gone were the remnants of a perm, replaced by sleek layers of hair that moved like a wave when Ali shook her head.

  “Is that me?” She leaned closer to the mirror to take it all in.

  “Yep, that’s you. The real you that was hidden under that old lady hairstyle.”

  “Hey, you’re the one who gave me that hairstyle!”

  “Only because you wouldn’t let me do anything else. But now look at you!”

  Ali strode through the parking lot with a new spring in her step. She caught her reflection in a store window and stopped. She did look younger.

  A faint, but familiar scent filled her nostrils and her tummy muscles tightened. Could it be Griff? Of course not. Millions of men probably wore the same cologne. She needed to stop acting like a horny dog in heat. He was a child.

  Well, not exactly a child. She’d peeked at his date of birth on his intern’s license. 29. Only sixteen years younger. But still older than the tramp Dirk had taken up with.

  She was being silly. She was not going to “take up with” Griff. What was she thinking?

  “Mmm. Nice haircut,” a warm voice whispered in her ear.

  Griff. Standing next to her. Smiling that naughty I-know-you-better-than-you-know-you smile as he met her eyes in the store window.

  Oh no. Then she saw it. This wasn’t just any store window. Of course not. Lingerie, accessories, toys and implements were arranged to full effect on the other side of the window.

  “Were you doing some window shopping or just waiting for me to arrive so we could go inside together?”

  “What are you talking about? I just happened to stop because, well, I wanted to look at my new haircut. I didn’t realize what kind of store this was.”

  “Sure, that’s what they all say. I suppose when you go inside to buy all your naughty toys, you act surprised that they were in your shopping cart.”

  “I do not buy naughty toys. I have never been inside a shop like this. What is wrong with you?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m wondering what’s wrong with you that you haven’t been in a sex shop before. Wait…I know. You order your goodies online. That makes much more sense.”

  “I do not order “goodies” online.”

  “You don’t have any naughty toys? A little vibrating friend to keep you company?”

  “Griff, you cannot talk to me like that. This is embarrassing and it’s none of your business.”

  “So that’s a no.”

  She stomped her foot in frustration. “What are you doing here?”

  “Shopping.”

  “Oh. For your girlfriend?” Was she actually fishing for information?

  “I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.” Ali felt a surprising sense of relief and excitement.

  “But I do have my eye on someone special.” The relief and excitement were
replaced by self-loathing. Of course he has his eye on someone. He’s a young man in his prime. She glanced at the mannequin in the window sporting a tiny thong, garter belt and bustier. A tiny flicker of something she thought was long dead…desire…hummed in her loins.

  Griff’s arm slid around her hips. “Let’s go inside, hot stuff.” His voice was a husky whisper and before she realized it, she was inside a sex shop. Ironically, she was grateful for her internet sexting and other photo research so that she didn’t gape and point at everything around her.

  The logical part of her brain shouted, What are you doing? This is insane. He just told you there’s a girl he’s interested in. What are you going to do? Buy a vibrator to take home and enjoy while he buys his girlfriend pretty underwear?

  The less logical part of her brain said, Shut up and go for it.”

  Ali chose something in between. “So, you said you had your eye on someone special. Is it anyone I know?”

  Griff had a shopping basket on his arm and tossed a tube of lube into it as casually as Ali bought a loaf of bread at the grocery store. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you do know her.”

  She knew it. Breanna, a stunning blonde, had been particularly attentive to Griff. Well, good for them.

  “Good. Is it Breanna?”

  Griff picked up a black leather item beneath a sign that said “floggers”. He smacked the strands of leather against his palm. “No,” he said, waving the implement in the air a couple times to listen to the whoosh it made. Striving not to be distracted by the ease with which he handled the implement as well as the tightening in her tummy as she watched him, Ali focused on their conversation and tried to think of someone else. “Katie?”

  “Nope.”

  Fortunately Ali had a good memory and had learned nearly everyone’s name in the class. “Ashley?”

  “No way.”

  “Brittany?”

  “Oh come on.” He bent the flogger between his hands. Ali couldn’t take her eyes off his fingers as they manipulated the mysterious leather toy. She imagined both, his fingers and the flogger, stroking over her body. Warmth began to spread through her body.

  “David?” Ali hadn’t considered the possibility that Griff might be gay, but she was never very good at picking up subtleties so could have easily missed something.

  “Really? Do you think I have a shot with him?” Griff slapped the flogger against his thigh, then looked up at her with a grin.

  Ali opened her mouth to reply, though she had no idea what to say. Before she could formulate a response, the flogger crashed into her backside. “It’s you, Ali. You’re the one I have my eye on.”

  She squealed and clapped both hands over the cheeks of her butt, her mouth hanging open in shock. “No,” she finally said.

  “Yes,” Griff said, his dark eyes conveying an unmistakable message. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her to him and kissed her gently on the lips. “Yes, Ali.”

  The warmth which had been building in her since he first whispered in her ear outside the shop had grown to a low boil and with the touch of his lips on hers, the boil turned to steam.

  It had been ages since she’d been kissed and decades since she’d been kissed by any man other than Dirk. Yet when Griff’s lips claimed hers, it was like her first kiss ever. Heedless of anything but the need awakening within her, she returned the kiss with a fervor that caught them both off guard.

  When the kissed ended, she caught a glimpse of herself in the display mirror. Her eyes were bright and her lips were red, alive and vibrant. An unquenchable thirst had built inside her. She wrapped her arms around Griff’s neck, pressed herself against his firm and youthful body, and kissed him with all of her pent up longing. For once in her life, staid and steady Ali Stewart threw caution to the wind.

  He returned her kiss with matching ardor. Ali did not know how long they stood in the aisle of the shop groping and kissing. Lost in the feel of his body against hers and her burgeoning desire, she lost track of time.

  Apparently the store manager had not. “I can either rent you two some space in the back room or you can take this show out of here, but I’m trying to run a family business here.”

  “Family business?” Griff whispered and she giggled.

  Somehow he paid for the purchases and got Ali to his apartment. Griff had no recollection of the drive other than an overwhelming urge to be alone with Ali as quickly as possible. They’d left the sex shop holding hands and giggling like teenagers.

  It was funny that a woman so much older actually made him feel younger.

  Finally they were in his living room and he said a silent prayer of thanks that his roommate was gone for the weekend.

  He pulled Ali into his arms again, fearful that she might have changed her mind. She’d said very little on the drive, though they had both been uninterested in chit chat. He wanted to ask her so many questions and find out all about her, but he feared too much talk would ruin the mood and she’d run off like a scared bunny.

  He’d been thinking about her all week. Actually looked forward to sitting by her in class, trying to make her blush, and turned on by the intelligence that came naturally to her.

  He’d considered pursuing something more personal with her, but suspected she’d be hesitant due to their ages. Given the way she was tugging at his belt buckle, he was wrong about that.

  It felt good to be wrong.

  “Slow down there. We have all weekend.” He held her hands and led her to his bedroom. His cock had been rock hard almost since he swatted her on the ass with the flogger at the store. He wanted to bend her over the end of the bed, or desk or sofa, and jam his cock into her pussy from behind while he flogged her delightful ass.

  All in good time, Griff.

  He kissed her gently on the forehead then on her lips. He slid her jacket down her arms and tossed it on a chair. Hesitation flickered in her eyes when he began working the buttons of her blouse, but she did not protest.

  He forced himself to breathe deeply to slow his actions. He wanted to savor every moment while he revealed her body inch by inch.

  Within a couple buttons, the creamy swell of her breasts was visible. Her nipples pressed through her lace bra, beckoning him and he obeyed. First he stroked them with his thumbs, then lowered his mouth and suckled one and then the other through the sheer fabric.

  “Oh god,” Ali moaned, digging her hands into his hair and pressing his face deeper into her cleavage. She ground her mound against his cock and he nearly exploded. She wrapped her leg around his and nearly fucked him through his clothes while standing up.

  So much for taking it slow.

  He tugged his T-shirt over his head while she resumed her efforts with his belt. In record time they stood staring at each other, wild eyed. He in his briefs and she in her bra and panties. She moved to cover her stomach and he pushed her hand away, bent and placed a ring of kisses around her navel and then lower to the rim of her panties. “I love your womanly curves,” he whispered against the satiny triangle covering her mound. He could smell her arousal and slowly stroked a finger between her legs.

  “You’re so wet for me, Ali. Do you know the things I want to do with you?”

  She shook her head back and forth.

  He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, then joined her. She reached back to unhook her bra and he stopped her. “Seriously, what is your rush?” he asked while kissing across the top of her cleavage.

  “I’m sorry.” She stared at the ceiling. “I am just so used to, you know, with, um, other men. It’s generally pretty quick.” She wiggled beneath him in an effort to get away. “This is a mistake.”

  “Oh no you don’t.” He pulled her back to the center of the bed and held her against his shoulder. “I am not in the habit of forcing myself upon women, so if you would like to stop, then we will.” He wrapped both arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You intrigue me, little Ali, and I want to know all about you, including all
your private places. But only if that’s what you want.”

  “I don’t know what I want,” she finally whispered against his shoulder.

  He chuckled. “Fair enough. Can you tell me what you’re worried about?”

  “I’m old. Way too old for you and way too old for an afternoon quickie with someone I just met.”

  He ran his hand down her arm and clasped her fingers in his. “Other than these arbitrary rules that you think apply to age and sex, are you unhappy being here with me?”

  She shook her head, but didn’t say anything. He gave her a squeeze. “I believe that is non-responsive. We are establishing a record here, so you’ll need to give an audible answer, Ms. Stewart.”

  The soft sound of her laughter against his chest warmed his heart. “Are you getting all lawyerly on me Mr. Griffen?”

  “If that’s what it takes, Ms. Stewart. I would like to give you a thorough examination, though not necessarily on the witness stand.”

  She lifted her face and gazed into his eyes. The tension and uncertainty which had been there moments before disappeared. “I have no objection, Mr. Griffen.”

  Griff rolled her over and covered her body with his, making sure she understood his intention by pressing his cock against her barely covered pussy. To his delight, she opened her thighs and he slid between her legs.

  Once he’d rubbed his cock over her panties until they were thoroughly soaked, he slid further down the bed and kneeled between her legs. “I am prepared to proceed with my examination.”

  If this is what a new haircut could do for a woman, then Ali was going to visit Diane much more often.

  Her mind raced with all the reasons why she should put on her clothes and run from Griff’s apartment even if it meant hitchhiking back to wherever they had left her car. Who acted this way? Certainly not her. She’d never even had sex with anyone besides Dirk. She’d arrived at law school a virgin, a bit of an oddity even back then, and unlike her wayward former husband, she’d never taken on any other lovers.

  Well what’s wrong with having a little fun now? You deserve it. Besides, all the kids these days hook up and think nothing of it. You can do that too. One wild afternoon of sex with an Adonis. Was that so wrong? He certainly seemed willing, if the rock hard cock he’d pressed against her was any indication.