Schooled by Love: 3 Sexy Stories about What Really Happens on Campus

by Lily Langford

  “I want you, Michelle.”

  I’m not sure I’ve ever heard Andrew use my first name before, but I love hearing it from his sexy mouth. Without much notice he presses his lips against mine and I lean into the kiss.

  “Andrew.” I whisper against his lips.

  “Michelle.”

  I reach up to run my hands through his dark hair as he moves his lips against mine. I’m not really a sex in public kind of girl but I know exactly what I want to do to Andrew.

  “Sit down.” I tell him.

  Since we’re in a meeting room, there are tables set up around the room with fancy rolling chairs position on the far side of the tables. He pulls one out and sits down.

  “Now what?” He asks.

  There’s a window against the far wall and there’s a little bit of light peeking in, probably coming from one of the streetlights outside. I admire the wicked smile on Andrew’s face.

  He might not know what’s going on, but he’s about to.

  I drop down to my knees and begin to unbutton his pants. When he realizes what I’m doing, he smiles even bigger.

  “Are you sure?” He asks.

  “I am.”

  I pull down his pants so that I can have full access to his beautiful erection. He’s practically bursting out of his boxers and it’s all I can do to reach forward and just rip them off. But that would be inappropriate.

  Well, even more inappropriate than what’s going on right now.

  I lower his boxers so that I can admire his erection face to face. I don’t say this about a lot of dicks, but his is a good looking one. It takes everything I have in me not to just take it all in my mouth at once, but good things come to those who wait.

  I run my hand up and down his length, admiring the feel of him. He groans as lean forward to take my first taste. I lick around his tip like a lollipop and the noises that he makes are an obvious sign of approval.

  “Oh God.” He moans.

  I smile. I know exactly what I’m doing.

  I slowly move down his cock, applying just the right amount of pressure as I rub my mouth along his shaft. My hand and my mouth works so well together and I know that Andrew is appreciating my handiwork.

  “Oh Michelle, keep doing that. Please.”

  His wish is my command as I take him even further in my mouth. I run my tongue along his cock in a rhythmic motion and I can tell that he’s close to coming. His breath is starting to catch in his throat, and even though it’s dark, I see the way he’s looking at me.

  I make eye contact as I keep licking away.

  “Michelle, sweetheart. I’m going to come.”

  He tells me just seconds before he explodes in my mouth. I like the taste of his juices. I swallow them quickly and take him deep into my throat one more time for good measure, before letting him go.

  “Wow.” Is all he can say.

  He lifts his underwear and pants back up and busies himself with buttoning up his pants and fixing his belt. When he’s done, I lift myself up off the ground and sit in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “That was amazing.” He says, leaning forward to kiss me right on the mouth.

  I always love feeling appreciated, and right now is no exception. I lean my head against his, because I know that we have to go back to the party soon and I don’t want this moment of closeness to fade away.

  “Andrew?” I ask.

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you want to come over tonight?”

  He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

  “Really?”

  “Sure. Kelly and I are probably going to leave early but you could come over when you’re done. If you want to, I mean.”

  “No, I do.” He looks lost in thought for a moment. “I’d love to.”

  “Great.” I smile. “Well, I’m going to leave first and then you can count to sixty and you can leave second. That way no one gets any funny ideas about us.

  “We can’t have that.”

  I give him a wink before I go.

  “We certainly cannot.”

  +++

  “You WHAT?” Kelly demands.

  Kelly is my officemate and pretty much the closest thing I have to a girlfriend at work, so I confess to her right away about what I did with Andrew. I was unsure of whether she would vehemently disapprove or ask about how his penis was, so I decided to take a chance and tell her the truth and hope for the best.

  “I went down on Andrew.” I repeat for her. “And yes, the very same Andrew who is my teaching assistant.

  “I’m shocked.” Kelly says, keeping her eyes on the road.

  “I know.” I tell her. “I guess maybe it wasn’t the best choice. I’ve just been feeling so jumbled since I got that card from my Mom. My sister is getting married and my brother is sky diving and it feels like everyone in the world is doing exciting things except for me.”

  “So you decided to blow a guy in a meeting room at Senior Night?”

  “I’m not used to hearing such crass language from you, but yeah. Pretty much.”

  Kelly looks at me and smiles.

  “You know, I’m not as innocent as you perceive me to be.”

  I feel bad now for my previous assumptions.

  “I’m sorry, Kelly. I didn’t mean anything.”

  “I know.” She says. “It’s just that, maybe you and Andrew hooking up isn’t the worse thing in the world.”

  “It’s not?” I ask.

  We cruise down Main St which means that we’re getting very close to the turn that takes us to my street. I hope that Kelly has enough time to finish her train of thought before we get to my house.

  “Maybe not. I mean, I’ve seen how the two of you act around each other.” She says. “The chemistry is definitely there, despite the age difference.”

  I smile at her. “Really?”

  “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  She’s right. She wouldn’t lie to me. Kelly is a good person who always tells the truth. From what I can tell.

  “That’s good. Because he’s coming over tonight.”

  “What?” Kelly gasps. “He didn’t get enough already?”

  “No. Not quite.” I tell her. “I invited him because I didn’t get enough. What we did earlier was merely an appetizer.”

  We’ve pulled up in front of my house. My house is to my right but I don’t get out of the car right away because I know it will take Kelly a few seconds to put two and two together, and I really don’t want to miss the shocked expression on her face.

  “I don’t know if that’s cute or gross.” She finally says.

  “It’s neither.” I tell her. “It’s hot.”

  I thank her again for the ride and she tells me it’s not a problem. She only lives a few blocks away so it’s really not a problem for her. She makes me promise to fill her in on everything the next day I tell her I will.

  I watch her car move on down the street and then I realize that I had better put myself into action because there are a couple of things I want to pick up in my house before Andrew comes over.

  If he comes over.

  But I don’t have to worry about if because he rings my doorbell less than half an hour later. Here’s here a lot quicker than I expected. I open the door for him and just smile.

  “You came.”

  He smiles. “I guess I just couldn’t resist your beautiful smile.”

  “Flattery and compliments will get you everywhere.” I tell him, reach out and grabbing him by the collar. “Please. Come in.”

  He does and the second that he’s in the door we’re on each other. His lips find mine and I reach out and grab his ass, pulling his lower half closer to mine. It’s a bit clumsy but it gets the job done.

  “God, you’re hot.” I mutter.

  “No, you are.”

  I lead him over to my couch, which is large and plush enough that we could certainly have a romp here if we wanted. He sits down and pulls me toward him and I take the hint, sitting down o
n his lap so that I’m facing him.

  “Hi.” I say, in a small voice.

  “Hello.” He says. “Fancy meeting you here.”

  “Is it?” I ask, moving forward so that my lips can reach the side of his face.

  I begin trailing kisses down his cheek and along his neck. I nibble at the smooth skin along his jawline, but not hard. I don’t want to leave a mark after all.

  “What are we doing?” Andrew whispers.

  “Each other?” I ask, not really sure what kind of an answer he wants from me.

  “I like that answer. But as long as you know this can’t be anything more than that.”

  I shake my hand. “Andrew, I am technically your boss.”

  “Right.”

  “So believe me. I know how wrong this is. But tonight, I just need a little fun. And I thought you might be the guy who could help me accomplish that.”

  “Well, you’ve come to the right place.” He kisses me slowly and I feel goosebumps on my body that were not previously there. “I can be that guy for you.”

  “Good. Now please take my bra off.”

  I’ve changed into a more comfortable outfit than the dress I was wearing to Senior Night. I’m wearing a white tank top with my black lacy bra underneath. Andrew removes my top quickly and quickly slides my bra straps over my shoulder.

  He kisses my shoulder as he reaches around to unhook my bra. For a younger man, he does certainly have a good grasp on bra removal. He kisses each of my breasts and when he gets to my second nipple, he nips at it.

  “Oh!” I gasp, not expecting the slight twinge of pain to feel so good.

  “You like that?” He asks.

  I nod.

  I reach forward to take off his suit jacket. His tie has already been loosened so I rip the tie over his head and toss it on the ground. Then I begin to unbutton his white dress shirt, pausing to feel his muscles underneath the sweaty fabric. He must have really danced a lot tonight.

  “Pants.” He says.

  “What about them?”

  “I’m suggesting we should get out of ours.”

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  I get up so that I’m standing on the floor and slides out of my green cotton sweatpants. I leave my panties on to torture him a bit more.

  “You look cute in those.” He says, as he clumsily writhes around on my couch, trying to get out of his trousers.

  When he finally manages to do it, he takes off his boxers as well. He’s lying on his back so I climb on top of him, sitting at the spot where his erection is dangerously close to my pussy. I feel his hardness and it makes me want him inside of me so bad.

  I’m regretting the choice to leave my panties on.

  I slowly grind against him and watch as he closes his eyes, breathing slowly.

  “Michelle.” He says. “Oh God.”

  “What?” I ask innocently. “What am I doing?”

  “You know what you’re doing.”

  He reaches forward and begins stroking me through my panties.

  “You’re so soaked.”

  I nod. “I am.”

  “Do you want me?”

  “You have no idea how fucking bad I want you.”

  I don’t think he was expecting that response, but I know he likes it. He moves his finger so that he’s stroking my pussy, feeling my most sensitive skin. He dips his finger inside me and I gasp. If he keeps doing that he’s going to make me come.

  But I don’t want to come by myself.

  I want to come with him.

  “Andrew.” I mutter. “Please. Keep doing that.”

  “Doing this?” He asks, moving his finger faster. “How fast do you want me to go?”

  “Just like that. Oh. Yeah! Do you have protection?”

  He nods, and reaches for his pants on the ground. He retrieves the foil packet from his pants pocket and rips it open. He can’t get that damn condom on fast enough.

  I’m on my back now and when he comes back to me, he gets on all fours and holds himself above me.

  I am so turned on.

  He holds his dick and begins rubbing his tip along my opening, making me more eager for his initial thrust. I don’t have to wait long before he enters me slowly.

  “Oh Andrew.” I breathe out, partially because of his size and partially because I haven’t been fucked in a while, so I’m not used to such girth. I open my legs wider so that I can take even more of him.

  “Oh.” He moans, as he sinks himself into me. “Michelle.”

  I begin to feel more comfortable as he pulls out slightly and thrusts back into me again. This is just what I wanted. I raise my hips, hoping that he’ll take the hint and do it again.

  Well, he does.

  Again. And again.

  And again.

  It feels so primal for us to be fucking on the couch, rather than in my bedroom. This is the first time I’ve had sex on this couch since I got it. I smile at the thought, as I listen to the sound of his ball slapping against me as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts.

  “Keep going.” I urge him. “That feels amazing. I’m so close.”

  He pants as he keeps up his rhythm.

  I motion for us to switch positions and he flips over onto his back while I get ready to mount him. I sit down and can’t keep my moan contained as he fills me up so good.

  “Michelle. I’m not going to last long.”

  I put a finger to his lips and begin riding him at exactly the speed that I want. He reaches out and begins rubbing my clit and I smile down at him.

  This is what I’ve been missing in my life.

  A hot college boy to have sex with.

  I truly believe that.

  I move up and down a few more times and cry out as my orgasm over comes me. In just a few more seconds, Andrew’s body stiffens and he closes his eyes as he has his own orgasm. When he’s done, I hop off him and lie down so that I’m curled up in the space between him and the back of the couch.

  “Wow.” He says. “I have to say, this is not exactly how I imagined spending my Senior Night.”

  “Yeah, it’s not really how I imagined my night going either.” I tell him.