Schooled 4.0

by Deena Bright

  Looking up at her face, my penis strains painfully at the sight of her desire and the relaxation on her face. “Well, look who finally let go and got into the game,” I quip, kissing my way past her bellybutton.

  “Do you always talk this much, Garrity?” she asks, opening her eyes and smiling down at me.

  “Actually, I don’t think I’ve talked this much in my life,” I confess, nipping at her thighs until a soft moan encourages me to continue.

  “Well let me help you out,” Char offers, swinging one of her legs over my shoulder, urging me closer. I grab her ass with my hands and lick the soft, wet slit of her center. “Fuck yeah, that’s right,” she moans.

  Circling my tongue around her clit, I slide one of my hands down the crack of her ass and through her legs, pressing a finger into her. “You’re so wet,” I groan, tugging her nub further into my mouth. Sliding my finger out, I softly stroke her clit at a faster and firmer pace. Holding her against my lips tightly, I maneuver my knees out from under me, sitting firmly on the carpet.

  Easing my way back, I begin to pull her down on top of me until I feel her begin to resist my efforts. “Not going to happen,” she says, tightening her legs. “I’m not popping a squat right down on your face, Jasper. I don’t fucking care how good you are with that tongue.”

  Swiping her knees, she buckles, tumbling down on top of me, sitting astride my chest. Still holding her tightly in place, I slide down until she’s straddling my neck and mouth.

  “Jasper, I mean it. You said if I didn’t want to do—”

  Licking her other lips apparently shuts her up too.

  Good to know.

  I slide my tongue inside of her, kneading the flesh of her butt, pulling her harder down onto my mouth. I can’t get enough of her sexy scent and sweet taste. I feel like a condemned man, eating my last meal, the meal I hand-picked and waited for every minute of my life. Circling her clit around my tongue, I growl against her sex.

  “God damn, that feels so good,” she says, rocking against me. Letting go of her ass with one hand, I trace along the crack of her butt, feeling her cheeks tense.

  “Relax baby,” I whisper into her sex. Char answers me with a small moan, releasing the tight flex in her thighs.

  Encouraged by her trust and submission, I press a finger into her womanhood, reveling in the dampened desire of this woman, the desire and need she has for me. She lifts her hips, allowing me to penetrate her more with my finger, while my tongue swirls and sucks at her nub.

  Removing my finger from inside of her, I trace it back and tease the hole of her ass, circling the rim and dipping shallowly in. Her legs tense again, but release quickly when I move and stretch and dip and pull my finger in and out of her ass slowly and softly, giving her time to adjust and relax.

  Char moans, slowly moving her hips in rhythm with my finger and tongue. “Jasper, my God, it’s so good. I’ve never felt something so good. Awww shit, that’s so good.”

  I can’t help myself. I bust into laughter; my laughter quickly quakes my body, shaking my shoulders and chest.

  Easing down to my chest, still straddling me, Char asks, puzzled, “What happened? What did I do?”

  Still laughing and trying to catch my breath, I apologize, “I’m sorry to kill the mood, but that has got to be the funniest thing ever.”

  “What? What’s funny?”

  Holding her legs, massaging her thighs, I say, “Next time, my fingers are two-knuckles deep in your asshole and you’re sitting on my face, can you please refrain from the words ‘oh shit?’ I’d say that it’s probably in everyone’s best interest.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? I’d like to hear what comes out of your mouth in the throes of passion you, jackass,” Char says, trying to stand up.

  “Oh stop!” I say, securing her to my chest, not letting her move. “Char, we’re friends, good friends first—before anything else. Sex with us is going to be different. It’s going to be close and intimate, but real and natural too… and probably sometimes a little funny.”

  “If we ever get to the sex part,” she mocks, rolling her eyes.

  “Oh we’re getting there,” I reassure her, reaching up and pulling her toward me.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” she coos, smirking and turning around to face toward my feet before kneeling back down over my face. As she slides my pants down, I lift my hips to give her easier access. “Jasper Garrity goes commando?” Char questions incredulously.

  “Not often, just haven’t picked up my laundry this week.”

  “Picked it up from where? You dry clean your skivvies?” she asks, lifting her hips off of me again and straining to look at me.

  “Of course not, it’s a laundering service. It charges by the pound of laundry. It’s about $50.00 a week for them to wash, dry, press, and fold all of my clothes,” I explain, lifting up onto my elbows. “After my mom left, I didn’t have anyone to do my laundry anymore.”

  “Why don’t you do your own laundry?”

  “I’ve tried. I screw it up all the time and end up with pink shirts and bluish black crap smeared all over everything,” I admit.

  “Jasper, my God, it’s not rocket scie—”

  I lift my head, crunching up to continue tasting the very essence of Charlene Palmer. “Can we just focus,” I mumble as she sways her hips back and forth over my face as I try to dip my tongue inside of her.

  “Yes we can,” she agrees, grasping my penis in her hand and stroking it slowly.

  “Hallelujah,” I say, smacking her ass softly.

  Squealing, Char adds, “I thought we’re supposed to stay focused here. We’re never going to get done at this rate.”

  “Would that be so bad? I could do this all day,” I reply, meaning every word.

  “Well, if we don’t move on, then I can’t do this,” she states, leaning forward and licking the tip of my penis.

  “Good point,” I agree, returning to her clit. The second my mouth makes contact with her center, I feel my dick hit the back of the throat and continue further down. My God almighty! My penis is so far down her throat, I can feel her lips tapping at my balls. As her mouth slides back up, her tongue strokes and teases me at the same time. I’m whirling with desire—a submission and relinquish of my own.

  Gripping my penis at the base, she pops the tip of my dick out of her mouth. “Dude, get busy,” she orders, wiggling her hips.

  “Right, right, sorry,” I apologize, kissing my way back toward her ass. Again she tenses, but I stroke and tease the edge until she’s thrusting back against my tongue. I would taste, lick, and feast on every part of this woman, and it would never be enough—ever.

  As she licks the tip of my penis and rolls her tongue around the head, I can’t help but lift my hips to meet her mouth, inching myself back down her throat. With every thrust of my hips, she swallows me deeper and grinds her mound against my mouth while my finger dips further into her ass.

  “God Jasper, I love it… it’s incredible,” she moans, against my dick. “It’s so good.” I take her encouragement to add another finger inside of her. She moans her approval. I lift my hips more as she takes me further down her throat. She takes the opportunity to slide her hand under my ass and squeeze it forcefully, shoving me further into her mouth.

  Char’s breathing and pants become erratic. I know she’s close, so I apply more pressure to her clit with my tongue, circling the nub faster and harder. I feel the familiar pressure of my own release pooling and churning below my waist. Lifting my hips, I flex my thighs and rock my hips to meet her mouth. There’s no objection, no restraint; she sucks harder.

  I feel her thighs tighten and stiffen as she experiences her first wave of release. I taste her pleasure, relish in her ecstasy, knowing I finally gave her the pleasure I’ve always wanted to. After coming down from her release, she returns to my penis, speeding up her assault on my dick: squeezing, pulling, sucking, and tugging. Just when I feel my orgasm brewing, Char pushes her finger int
o my ass, forcing my own release to come barreling forth.

  “Holy fuck, Char!” I call out before, biting on her ass and gripping her thighs in my hands as my entire body convulses in erotic pleasure and release.

  Once we catch our breath, Char flips around and lies on top of my chest. Smirking proudly, she says, “Yeah, I’m pretty good at that.”

  “I’d give it a B-. But really, how good was I?” I ask, hugging her against me.

  “Fuck you and your B-. I’m an A+,” she argues, trying to slap me, but my arms are trapping them against her side. “And you’re alright, I guess.”

  “You guess? You guess? We’ll see about that,” I scold, rolling over on top of her, kissing her nose and forehead.

  “My my, Jasper Garrity, for a man in his 30s, you’re awfully resilient,” she teases, rubbing her hips against my already stiff penis. “I thought we’d have to Viagra this shit for round two.”

  “Viagra, my ass,” I say, kissing her neck and ears, working my way to her small, pert breasts. God, I love her body—always have. Her nipples stand alert, ready to greet me, welcoming my lips, tongue, and teeth.

  Hearing her moan and squirm beneath me takes me to a whole new level of want and confidence. “Jasper,” she whispers, arching her back, offering more of her breasts to me. I knead and tug at the flesh, palming them, holding them, and caressing them.

  Char pulls at my hair, directing me back up to her mouth. My tongue meets hers, outside of our mouths, nipping, sucking, and licking at one another, devouring the taste and need of the other. Maneuvering myself between her legs, my penis strains at her opening.

  “Do I need to get something?’ I ask quietly, while trailing my tongue against her ear.

  “Nope, been getting the shot for years. We’re clear for lift off,” she jokes, kissing my head.

  “Great, now I’m going to be humming ‘The Danger Zone’ the whole time,” I groan, starting to hum.

  “Well Ice, show me what you got,” Char encourages, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “Ice? Dude, I’m so a ‘Maverick’—there’s no way—”

  “We established this already, Iceman. You’re cold and icy, remember?”

  “Cold? Icy? Alright, you’re on,” I challenge, sliding into her. Char’s eyes widen as she takes a long gasp of air. Pulling back out slowly, I roll my hips. Her eyes close again and her mouth stays slightly open. The look on her face is erotic and inviting. I watch her as I ease back into her. When her eyes flutter, and she bites down on her bottom lip, I take the cue and begin a faster, deeper rhythm.

  “Char, you feel so good,” I moan, feeling her squeeze me from the inside like a vice. “God, so good.”

  Char matches me thrust for thrust, wiggling her hips, adding to the sensation. “Harder,” she begs, bracing her feet on the floor, raising her pelvis off the carpet. Picking up her leg and wrapping it around my waist, I drop my elbow and shoulder, rolling over onto my back, taking her astride me.

  “Holy fuck, impressive Jasper, we didn’t even break contact at all,” she compliments, smiling and nodding.

  “It’s one of my best moves,” I brag, as she arches her back and places her hands on my thighs for support. “Go Char… take over… I’m all yours.”

  Rocking on top of me, she lifts her body and grinds back down on me. Typically, I have hard time getting off with a girl on top. I need the power, the control, the reigns, but I relinquished all of that to her today, actually years ago—every last bit of it.

  I raise my hips, lifting her body. She grabs my hands and places them roughly on her breasts, guiding them in the forceful and domineering way she wants to be touched. I increase my pressure as well as my hunger, pulling and kneading.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Jasper,” she urges. Reluctantly taking my hands from her breasts, I grab her hips with both hands, sharing the control, moving her the way she moves me.

  Char’s rhythm picks up the tempo, and she rocks and dances on top of me over and over again: raising, lowering, forward, back, side, side, up, down, around and around and around—

  “Char, baby, I’m going to—” Char shoves her finger into my mouth; I suck it in hard, pulling it deep into my mouth.

  “Me too… oh… oh… yeah… yeah… ooohhh,” she screams, rolling her hips and tugging on her own nipple.

  Finally, Char slumps down on top of me, exhausted and panting. Her hair covers us, tenting us in our own reverie of euphoria. I can still feel the clenching and spasms of her orgasm, hugging and squeezing me, draining me, giving her all that I am—all that I have.

  I love the presence and sensuality of this woman. Her confidence and sexual prowess are paramount, but the way she hides her trust in people and her vulnerability are what have mesmerized me all along. What Char is on the outside is far from who she is on the inside. Upon sight, gazing at the exterior, she’s tenacious, powerful, ballsy, and sexier than Hell. But the outside shells an intelligent, loving, kind, extremely loyal, and broken woman.

  Char’s history is a tragic tale of abandonment, mistrust, and mistreatment. Coming from a callous, uncaring upbringing, it’s amazing how internally beautiful and loving she is. I would expect her to hate the world, to not be able to find love or trust in anyone. But Char is fiercely loyal and dedicated to those she loves. Nobody loves my sister, Janelle, more than Char—not even her own douchebag husband.

  Somewhere between Blaine Landers and buying this house, something changed for me. It was no longer about making money, keeping my restraint and composure; it’s now about embracing the present and thinking about the future—a future that sure as Hell stars one Charlene Palmer as the leading starlet.

  WELL THIS IS a mother-fucking-first. Scratch that, a friend’s brother-fucking-first. After I left Janelle at lunch today, I certainly never thought that I was on my way to meet with her brother and show him the house that he now owned. Additionally, I never thought that 40 minutes later, I’d be tied to the railing with his silk tie while he started sexy shit with my ass.

  Again with the ass and shit.

  I probably should stop fucking swearing all the time—around him anyway. I really didn’t know that I’d blow him on the master bedroom floor and then ride him until I came like a wild cat, either. Jesus, life sure as fuck—fudge—has a way of surprising the shit out of you. Crap.

  Fuck it. If he doesn’t like me the way I am, then he can kiss my ass.

  Actually, I really am going to need him to kiss my ass again—and again.

  “What’re you thinking about?” Jasper asks, dangling his legs from the kitchen island. “It looks like you’re waging a war inside your head there.”

  “I was just think about how it’d be nice if you’d offer me something to drink or eat,” I lie, feeling totally busted.

  “I could use the kitchen dish squirting hose thing-y and spray water down your throat. I got nothing here, kiddo. Give me a month and you can have a glass of juice,” he jokes. What the fuck? When did Jasper Garrity start cracking jokes? “And Char, don’t lie to me. You’re a straight-shooter—don’t start lying and sugar-coating things now.”

  Nodding, I smirk, and say, “Alright fine. You got me. I was just… I was just thinking that I’m not going to go all Danny Zuko for you.”

  “Danny who? What are you even talking about?” he asks, coming down off the counter.

  “Danny Zuko! Grease!” I shout exasperated, throwing my hands in the air. “I’m not going to go all goody-two-shoes and prim and proper just because that’s who you are. I’m not scoring some pussy letterman’s track sweater for you.”

  Chuckling with understanding, he replies, “Yeah well, I’m not putting on black leather and smoking cigarettes to keep riding on the wild side.”

  Hearing him say the words sends a inexplicable and unfamiliar sharp pain through my chest. “Alright, well cool, thanks for the fun,” I respond nonchalantly, picking up my shoes, trying to avoid contact.

  “Char? Stop!” he says, pulling me toward
him, wrapping his arms around my waist. “So we don’t start changing—that’s all I’m saying. We just be who we are. The Char I wanted today is the same one I’ve wanted for a very long time now. The same one I’m going to want tomorrow too—and the next day—and the next—”

  “Really?” I ask, grinning sheepishly. “We’re really going to try this—us—you and me, thing?”

  “Uhhh, I think we already tried it, and God knows, I liked it.”

  Jasper lifts me up onto the counter and stands between my legs. “Let’s just take it slow. See where it goes… see how it goes,” he says, running his hands up and down my thighs.

  “I think it should go back in that bedroom,” I tease, sexily “or even on this counter would be good, too.”

  “Agreed,” he says, taking my shoes from my hands and throwing them to the floor. “I also think that we should probably keep this… thing… quiet for now. As long as that’s okay with you?”

  “Agreed! We really are strangely compatible. Always on the same page.”

  “That means from Joz and Nelle too,” Jasper clarifies.

  “I know what it means,” I say, wondering how in the Hell I’m going to keep this from Janelle. If she finds out—when—she finds out, I’m a dead woman.

  Ohio State/michigan Game Weekend

  “I SAID EXTRA bleu cheese, does this fucking look like extra bleu cheese to you, you moron?” I bellow at the top of my lungs at the counter kid who’s fucking up my order at Buffalo Wild Wings. “I’m supposed to be at a party in less than 20 minutes. If I miss the fucking kick off, I’m coming back here and shoving what’s left of these wings right up your—”

  “Ma’am, I’m sorry for the confusion. Here’s your dressing,” a douchey-er , pimply-er kid says, handing me a bag of tiny to-go bleu cheese packets.

  “Ma’am? Don’t make me throat punch you,” I warn, glaring at both of them.

  “I’m sorry Ma—uhhh—lady, is there anything else we can do for you?”

  “For the love of Courtney and Curt, I asked for a large quart of bleu cheese, because I didn’t want people to have to fuck with these teeny little bastards. You! You show me how fast and easy you can open one of these cock-blockers!” I wave the to-go containers in his face, ready for him to demonstrate some miraculous way to open them.