School's in Session

by Various Authors

  She shoved past him and slammed the door, leaving him in the bathroom alone.

  Her legs wobbled, but she held her head high. She’d told him, and if felt good.

  A firm grip on her arm spun her around. The glare in Dirk’s eyes made her step back. Old habits die hard.

  “Maybe the reason I had to find other lovers is because you were such a dullard in the bedroom. Did you ever consider that?” His words stung. She’d had those same doubts repeatedly, but she gritted her teeth and refused to respond.

  He continued. “Sounds like you’re comparing me to some new stud, unless you’re bluffing.” His gaze scorched up and down her towel covered body, but this time with scorn and not interest as it had done moments before. “But that seems impossible. Who’d want a dumpy old woman like you?”

  Tears of anger and frustration stung at the corners of Ali’s eyes. Years of pent up rage coursed through her. She balled up her right hand into a fist, drew back and swung as hard as she could.

  And missed.

  Dirk grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. The towel came loose and fell to the floor, leaving her naked, panting and defenseless.

  “Who is it, Ali? Frank next door? I know he always thought you were something special, though who knows why.”

  She wrenched her arm in an effort to get away from him, his touch, his sneer, his nastiness.

  He dragged her toward the bed. “Maybe you can show me what you’ve learned with your new boy toy.”

  Anger was replaced by fear. She’d seen Dirk angry plenty of times, but never like this. Deranged.

  He shoved her onto the bed. “Come on, Ali. Show me what your new lover has taught you.”

  Desperate to diffuse the situation, Ali tried a different tact. “I-I was bluffing, Dirk. Of course there hasn’t been anyone but you.” She smiled and reached out to him. “I’ve been hoping you’d come back to me. Maybe that’s why I left the door unlocked.”

  His eyes flickered to her outstretched hand and she held her breath hoping he’d take it. She didn’t want to have sex with him, but his anger terrified her.

  “Bullshit. You’re lying. You’re a lying whore like every woman out there.” He worked the fastening on his pants. Obviously name calling and terrorizing women turned him on. Ali felt sick. She scooted as far away from him as she could, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her until she was seated at the foot of the bed. With his other hand he pulled his cock out of his pants and held it in her face. “Suck my cock, bitch.”

  Ali turned her head. Dirk grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her back to face him. “I said, suck my cock, bitch.”

  Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, but she licked her lips and opened her mouth. Compliance was the only way to survive. She lowered her mouth to his hard, but still pitifully small, penis.

  Bile rose up in her throat and she prayed for a miracle.

  The door was ajar when Griff arrived at Ali’s house. Assuming it was her way of inviting him in without knocking, he entered and called her name. He dropped his bag by the front door and went in search of her. He smiled when he saw she’d set the table for a romantic dinner.

  “Where are you, Ali?” He peeked around the corner of the dining room, expecting to find her waiting for him.

  No Ali on the first floor.

  She must be waiting for him in the bedroom. She’d certainly gotten over her shyness. He smiled to himself and bounded up the stairs two at a time.

  “I said, suck my cock, bitch.” The words and their menacing tone stopped him in his tracks. Was Ali with another man? Did she like that sort of rough talk?

  No, his Ali was not that way.

  He crept to the open bedroom door. Ali, seated on the edge of the bed, a man shoving his cock in her face. Tears running down her cheeks.

  Later, Griff would not be able to recall everything that happened. He acted out of pure instinct and white hot rage.

  He tackled the half-dressed man, clipping him behind the knees and sending him to the floor, howling in pain. Torn between wanting to pummel the man to unconsciousness and concern for Ali, his better sense prevailed and he gathered the shaking woman in his arms.

  “Shhh. It’s all right. I’m here now.” She’d been so brave, holding it together in order not to provoke her attacker, but once she knew the ordeal was over, she convulsed in his arms racked with sobs and tremors.

  A moan from the floor distracted him from his attentions to Ali. He pulled his phone from his pocket to call 911.

  “No, don’t.” Ali grabbed his hand. “It’s Dirk. My ex-h-husband,” she said between hiccups.

  “But, Ali, he assaulted you. That’s a crime.”

  “I know. I don’t want the police involved. I just want him to leave.”

  “I’ll make sure of it. Will you be okay for a minute while I get him out of here?”

  She took a long breath then nodded. “Yes.”

  He wrapped her in a blanket, then grabbed Dirk by the belt of his lowered pants and dragged him out the door, taking particular delight in his groans when his knees hit the door frame. Once they were in the hall, Griff closed the bedroom door and yanked Dirk to his feet.

  “Pull up your pants and get the hell out of here.”

  “Fuck you. This is my house.” Despite his insolent words, Dirk hastily fastened his pants and was halfway down the stairs before he even spoke.

  Griff followed him down the stairs and once he saw Dirk drive away, he closed and locked the door, then made sure all the doors and windows were secure before he returned to comfort Ali.

  She was curled in a ball on the bed, sobbing. Griff scooped her into his lap, blankets and all. “Are you okay, Ali?” he whispered, scanning her face for any signs of injury. “Did he hurt you?”

  “N-no. Just scared more than anything.” She pushed out of the blanket and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you,” she whispered against his chest. “I don’t know what might have happened if you hadn’t come along.”

  A chill ran through Griff at the thought of what that man might have done to Ali. His little Ali had been through enough at the hands of that asshole. Griff clenched his fists. He’d never wanted to hurt another person as badly as he did right then. Not even the man who’d caused his motorcycle accident had inspired as much anger as Dirk Stewart.

  “Has he done this sort of thing before?”

  Ali shook her head from side to side, but kept her gaze down. Griff tipped her chin up and forced her to meet his eyes. “Ali?”

  She held his gaze and nodded up and down. Shame and sadness burned in her eyes.

  “Oh, my baby.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “He won’t hurt you again. I promise.” He held her against his chest and she cried for what seemed like hours. He murmured words of solace and rocked her back and forth like a frightened child.

  Once she quieted, he tucked her into the bed and held her until she slept. He curled up next to her and did the same.

  A rumble in his stomach woke Griff. He checked the bedside clock. They had slept well past dinner time. He checked on Ali and was relieved to see a contented look on her sleeping face. He slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen.

  Steaks were marinating in the refrigerator, but he decided something a bit more simple was in order. In a few minutes he had a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and two big glasses of milk on a tray. He carefully carried the repast up the stairs.

  Ali was sitting up in bed when he entered the bedroom. She eyed the food on his tray. “Not exactly the dinner I’d planned, but it looks delicious. Thank you.”

  He handed her a sandwich and glass of milk, then touched the rim of his glass to hers. “You’re an amazing woman, Ali Stewart.”

  She chewed a bite of sandwich slowly and sipped her milk. “I don’t feel amazing.”

  “Well, give me a few minutes to finish my dinner and I’ll see if I can change that.” He gave her a wink and she smiled for the first time si
nce his arrival.

  “You know that’s not what I meant.”

  “Don’t you think I can make you feel amazing?”

  She gave a soft laugh. “I have no doubt about that.” She stared into her glass of milk. “I’m just not sure I would be much of a fun date tonight. I’m sorry.”

  “Hey, what did I tell you about apologizing? Besides, do you think I’m just some boy toy that you can use for sex?”

  “Maybe.”

  It warmed his heart to see her feeling more like her witty self. “Smart girl.”

  When they finished their snack, Griff stripped off his clothes and got into bed with Ali. He took control of the remote and they spent the rest of the evening watching old movies.

  Chapter Six

  Ali woke the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing. She followed the aroma to the kitchen where she found Griff, spatula in hand, stacking pancakes on plates.

  He handed her a mug of coffee with cream and sugar, just the way she liked it, and kissed her softly on the lips. “Good morning,” he said.

  She looked at Griff over the rim of her coffee cup. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

  He laughed and carried their plates to the table before holding her chair for her.

  “Sure,” he said. “But right now I’m focused on taking care of you and I want to do a good job of it.”

  “Well,” she said around a mouthful of pancake, “I’ve got no complaints.”

  “Good.”

  They ate for a few minutes in silence. Their dinner date certainly hadn’t gone the way Ali had planned. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind. What if Griff hadn’t shown up at just the right time? A chill ran up her spine at the thought.

  “I thought after breakfast we could go over to my place and I’d pack up a few things.”

  “Pack? Why?”

  “I told you, little Ali, I’m not going to let Dirk, or anyone else for that matter, hurt you. I don’t trust him not to come back.” Griff squeezed her hand. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, Ali.”

  “Griff, that’s not necessary.” Ali couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. It sounded crazy but the idea of sharing her home with Griff thrilled her. Why was she trying to talk him out of it?

  “It is necessary, Ali girl. And it’s what I intend to do.” His take charge tone did funny things to her tummy and her nipples puckered under the robe she’d put on before leaving the bedroom.

  “I can’t ask you to disrupt your life like that. Dirk is my problem and I’ll deal with him. Besides, I’m sure he won’t try anything again soon.”

  “I’m not willing to take that chance.” Griff stood and gathered their plates in one hand. He looked down at Ali with his dark gaze skimming over the opening of her robe. “Are you saying that you don’t want to spend more time with me?” He stroked the back of his free hand over the taut tip her left nipple and Ali’s breath caught in her throat.

  Griff carried the plates to the sink. “You haven’t answered my question, Ali.”

  “I still don’t understand why you want to be involved with me at all.”

  “Whether you understand it or not, we are involved and I like it. Do you?” He’d returned to stand next to her seat and touched her arm so she’d stand up for his embrace. He wound his arms around her waist and pressed her against his body, then lowered his mouth. His lips covered hers in a gentle kiss. Ali stretched her arms around his neck and buried her hands in the dark curls of his hair.

  Without breaking contact with her mouth, Griff yanked the knot on her robe and spread the opening wide. Ali lowered her arms and the garment fell to the floor. She stood before him, arms at her sides, completely naked, inside and out. “I do like being involved with you, Griff,” she said, her eyes never leaving his.

  With a low growl he reached for her and devoured her mouth with a searing kiss. The strength of his arms across her back filled Ali with a sense of security mixed with wonder at his passion for her. She was equally surprised by her passion for him. She nipped at his bottom lip and crushed herself as close to his hard body as she could.

  He responded with a swat to her ass that made her squeal against his mouth.

  With both hands he reached down and kneaded the prickled flesh of her ass, moving both cheeks back and forth, her bottom hole puckering at the exposure. He trailed a finger along the cleft of her ass and pressed against her private opening.

  Her breath caught in her throat and Ali froze in place.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Ali?” His thumb prodded her there, in that place, that place that no one ever talked about or touched. She ought to have been repulsed. Pulled away and told him to leave.

  But the tingling in her ass and the tightness in her pussy told her otherwise. Maybe it was the pancakes. Maybe it was dealing with Dirk the night before, but suddenly Ali realized how much of life, of her life, she had put aside. She didn’t even know what her own interests were, but in that moment, she wanted to be fucked in the ass. And she said exactly that to the man with his finger on her butthole.

  Life had certainly taken some unique twists. She could almost picture herself observing the scene: her naked with a belly full of pancakes and an incredibly sexy younger man intent on probing her ass. And she wanted it.

  Oh, what the hell had become her motto and that’s what she said between giggles against Griff’s shoulder.

  “What are you giggling about, Ms. Stewart?”

  “I just can’t believe any of this his happening. Pancakes and anal sex. It sure makes reading the Sunday paper seem like a dull way to spend the morning.”

  “Would you rather read the Sunday paper? I can go and get one. Or steal the neighbor’s.”

  She ground her pelvis against his. “You offered to fuck me in the ass, and I expect you to keep that promise.”

  “God you are incredible,” he growled in her ear before he nipped at her lobe and burned kisses along her throat and down to her throbbing tits.

  “You are too.” She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slid them to the floor where she knelt and took his rod in her mouth, her hands gently cupping his balls while her tongue paid tribute to his rigid shaft.

  Griff buried his hands in her hair and when his grip tightened she took that as a compliment as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue circling the rim around the mushroom head of his cock. A trickle of pre-cum escaped and she happily lapped it up with her tongue.

  “Ali, you’re going to be the end of me if you don’t stop that.” Griff gently raised her up by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. When the kiss ended, he turned her to lean over the kitchen table. “Stay right there, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

  In seconds he was rubbing something slippery on her ass. Ali glanced back …vegetable oil. She never would look at pancakes the same way again.

  She could hardly believe the position she was in, naked on the kitchen table, vegetable oil slicked over her back end and a gorgeous young man who wanted to fuck her in the ass.

  His fingers continued to massage her butt and occasionally one would work its way over her bottom hole and press into the opening, each time going a tiny bit further. She’d never felt anything like it. It felt naughty and dirty and wrong. And it also felt sexy and freeing and so unlike anything in her prim and proper life that she pressed her ass toward his probing fingers, encouraging him to go deeper, swaying her hips to entice him to fuck her.

  “Are you ready, Ali girl?” he whispered, two fingers inside her tight opening.

  In reply, she pushed back and forth, fucking his fingers until her knees started to shake.

  Griff’s fingers were replaced with his cock. Gently at first he pushed the head against her opening. “Relax, Ali,” he coaxed.

  She took a deep breath and focused on the opening he’d breeched, mentally willing the muscles to welcome his entry.

  “Good girl,” he said an
d pushed in further. He paused to give her time to adjust to the sensation, but she didn’t want to pause. She moved her hips and silently begged him to go deeper.

  He complied and she felt his balls slap against the cheeks of her ass while the full length of his penis penetrated her most private place.

  She moaned and gripped the edge of the kitchen table with her fingers, bracing for more.

  Griff moaned and clung to her hips. “Ali, you feel so good. So good.”

  They moved together, back and forth, his cock pressing far into her body.

  It was humiliating to feel so used, but also freeing and invigorating. She’s never shared anything so intimate with anyone before. Submitting to Griff, to his request and his desire, was completely different from the years of giving in to Dirk’s sexual demands. Dirk took what he believed was his. Griff worshipped what was hers and allowed her the opportunity to share it with him.

  With one final thrust, he came inside her. She felt the pulsing of his cock against her sensitive opening. Her own legs quivered and nearly gave out on her, but when it was over she felt triumphant, and owned. And so many other things she couldn’t put into words.

  “You were wonderful, Ali. So wonderful.” Griff slowly retreated from her backside, scooped her into his arms and carried them both to the master bath for a long shower.

  That evening, Ali finally made the dinner she’d meant to make the night before. While the two of them cleared the table and did the dishes together, she marveled at how much her life had changed in the last week, not to mention the last 48 hours.

  Griff’s presence comforted her in ways she never could have imagined, which was even more shocking considering his age.

  “Have you always been so sure of yourself?” They had spread their books out on opposite sides of the dining room table to prepare for the week ahead. Not much bookwork had gotten done over the weekend.

  Griff looked up from his notes and thought for a moment. “I have always been pretty self-assured. Even as a child, I didn’t get caught up in a whole lot of peer pressure or that sort of thing.” He gazed into the distance and then focused on Ali before he spoke again. “But it wasn’t until I really embraced my role as a natural leader that I felt totally comfortable with myself. I know men my age are supposed to be more politically correct and try to get in touch with their feminine side, but that’s just not me.”