by Arlo Arrow
George ushered me to where my guest room was and made a warm bath for me.
“I’m sorry—very sorry—that I scared you.”
I looked away from him and bit my lower lip.
I stared at the bubbles foaming upward, sending a fruity mango and passionfruit smell through the air. George stood back up from testing the water and placed his hands on my shoulders for a nice shoulder massage.
“I still want to know what made you upset today,” he said.
His fingers were doing real magic. The tension in my muscles and shoulders was massive. It was like he was tenderizing hard putty.
George did all of that to find me and get me to his place?
Now that I had time to cool off and think more rationally, I realized that all he wanted was for me to be safe and under his wing. Yeah, he used an odd method in doing so, but I wasn’t hurt. I turned around and clung to his chest.
“I don’t want a bath,” I whispered.
“What is it you want, darling?” he asked, stroking my hair.
My lips quivered, but I dared to say it. “You.”
George took me off my feet and carried me back to his room. The bubble bath was abandoned. For now. I was sure we'd get back to it after we were done with being messy.
I enjoyed feeling that welcoming plushy carpet under my toes again. This place had become my new home.
There was protection here.
Love.
And, well, everything.
That calm warming effect that would blossom through your chest and make you smile was only possible when I was with him. And now, I was going to fully embrace that.
George's bed was a king-sized bed with a gray and green color scheme. Manly, just like him. That wonderful mix of spice and sandalwood cologne was everywhere. It made my head spin.
He took me by the hips and sat me down on his bed.
Though I couldn't bear to tell him the whole truth, I did want to tell him something.
"Ms. Hawthorne, she said some nasty things about me today. She knows about—" George stopped me with that finger to his lips again.
"Shh, no worrying. I figured she had said something to you. I told her not to bother you again. But what I want to know is what the dean did."
"George," I whined.
"Cecilia, you get no orgasms without the truth."
I hopped off his bed, annoyed, and marched out to the living room. He stayed on my heels.
"It was nothing," I lied.
"It was something. Ms. Hawthorne doesn't make you cry. Men with wandering hands might."
How could he see through me so easily?
Fine. He was going to find out one way or another.
“All right! Yeah, he had wandering hands. He placed them on my thigh, okay? Happy to know now?”
“I’m not happy. Very far from it. I assure you, he’ll—”
I put my hand up. “Wait, just stop right there. You seem like such a gentle guy, George, yet you were able to have me brought here like some criminal mastermind. Don’t go off trying to get revenge. Please. I don’t like how messy things are right now. Can we let it go?”
“Let it go?” He rubbed his chin. “You really want that? No justice?”
“George, please.”
He got all the way up to me and grabbed me in for a kiss. I loved the way his stubble scratched my chin as we tasted each other hungrily.
It sent shocks down to my pussy and I knew it was time to officially lose the pure and innocent virgin status.
I hopped onto him and gripped him with my legs. His crotch was swollen and protruding out from his pants. That delicious hard bump rubbed against my mound as I straddled him to deepen our kiss.
Yes, this was the only man who had the permission to touch me. And he was going to touch me in the most intimate way. We ended up back in his bedroom, and this time, we were ripping at each other’s shirt and pants, ready to expose ourselves in the most vulnerable state. Or turned-on state.
George’s cock sprang out of his boxers like a spring once he took them off. It was bigger than what it had looked last time. Intense pussy shivers made me wet.
Reaching around me, he unclipped my bra and took off the lacy lingerie he bought me. My nipples were thick and crinkled up from the anticipation of his tongue or fingers.
He ran a hand over them and I threw my head back, lying down in his bed. That ticklish sensation made me damper by the second. He had me pooled in his hands.
George’s hands roamed my body, making sure everything was intact, making sure that I was supported and felt secure.
I did.
I felt very safe and secure.
My heart jumped through my chest like a happy rabbit as he drew his kisses down my neck to my collar bones, then to the hardened peaks of my breasts. The warm, soft moistness of his lips embraced one frozen nipple as he suckled gently.
Wetness ran down from my mound onto his bed. George’s hand slipped under and inside me carefully as he worked me to pure mush. Was the human body even able to take so much pleasure? I thought my bones were going to turn into goo. I thought I’d even black out.
But no, George kept me safe in his arms as he fondled and fingered me to oblivion. Each push of his hand took me over the edge. My entrance fluttered around him as he explored inside me. My toes curled and my back arched. He knew his way around my body as if it belonged to him . . . and it did. Oh, God, it did.
“George!” I breathed out, writhing under him.
“Your body responds to my touch perfectly,” he praised. His eyes rolled over my body like a gliding ball, taking in the sight of it, the heaving of my breasts and the distress of my body. More heat gathered in my cheeks under his scrutiny. Did I look weird contorting under him?
He went back to tending to my breasts and his treatment grew harsher. He nibbled and sucked the top of my nipples, causing me to gasp uncontrollably and grapple at the sheets under me. When did my nipples get so damn sensitive?
He moved to the other breast, licking around the nipple at its raised skin, winking at me. I giggled and gasped again when he sucked on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
My clit was so hard right now, and I knew he was too. His hand worked faster inside me, touching me in all the right places, but not the place.
He lifted off me to pepper more kisses over me. He drew my arms up and pinned them over my head.
“I need you to listen carefully, darling,” he whispered.
“Yes . . .”
“When I enter you, push. Don’t strain yourself around me. I don’t want to hurt you,” he instructed, running his hand from my chin down to my belly button.
“Keep your hands up. No touching,” he growled while he rubbed his cock against my lips. The touch of the slick skin and salty odd taste of his pre-cum made me shudder. Alison never told me about this.
He rubbed the head of his cock on my nipples, and my hands had to grip each other or else they would’ve flailed everywhere.
A trail of pre-cum was drawn down my body until he worked himself to my entrance.
Breathe.
Push against him.
George pulled my legs apart and opened my mound to look at the pussy he was going to deflower. I closed my eyes and felt him slide inside me. The sensation of his skin inside me sent convulsions through my body.
“G-George! It’s so big,” I whimpered, looking down at his impressive girth still working its way inside me. It was laden with veins and had lots of definition like a muscled arm.
As he pushed himself inside, I could feel each little crook of detail of his cock. I clenched, and George paused until I pushed again.
So gentle and responsible.
George’s stare lingered on my body as if he were looking at a math equation.
Then he arrived at the wall of my virginity.
“Tell me you want me to—”
“Yes! George, yes!” I moaned, bringing my shaking arms down on my chest. He was filling me up wit
h his cock, stretching me.
One push, and he broke through it, sinking all the way in until he hit that infamous ‘G-spot’ I’ve heard Alison rave about so much. Fireworks went off in my head as I yelled his name. Hope the neighbors didn’t hear that.
Chapter 10
George
I thought Cecilia was innocent until I took her virginity and her pussy sucked me down deep into her. It took every amount of impossible energy to not hammer her through the floor, so I kneaded her slowly, watching myself go in and out of her in a hypnotizing rhythm.
“Faster,” she mumbled.
“What? You need to say that louder,” I said, grinning.
“Faster! Stop teasing me,” she cried, reaching for me. Her face was flushed with her hair sticking to her face. Those big blue eyes of hers were innocent, yet they had a hint of lust and deviousness that I had never seen before in them.
I’d opened up a Pandora’s box of sensations in her, and now she was going to be addicted. She was going to feel that need, that hunger to always be around me, always be mine.
However, it was a two-way street. I belonged to her now. Only her.
My thrusts began to deliver heavy blows to her pussy, my balls slapping against her ass. I lowered myself over her so she could grab ahold of me.
Her thin razor nails dug into my back, and the sharp icy sting they gave me sent a long, hard, painful throb to my cock.
I was going to mark the hell out of her.
Now she was clamping down on me tightly, daring me to go harder and bruise her sweet cunt.
I latched onto a nipple and rode her until that churning feeling in my lower groin sparked a fire. Cecilia came a few seconds before me, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her lids fluttered.
I buried my seed deep inside her and felt a few drops spew out from the sides.
Her body trembled like Jell-O.
Cecilia tried to speak but her body was completely worn out.
“Shh, get some sleep,” I whispered, wiping the hair out of her face as her head nodded off to the side.
I slid out of her, looking at the wonderful messy mark I’d left behind.
Cecilia slept in my arms, a sense of peace glowing on her face. I was pleased that she enjoyed this old man the way she did.
I almost thought I had lost my touch in the bedroom. It had been so long since I'd found anyone worthy to make love to that I thought I was going to die celibate.
Then Cecilia Winters came into my life like a storm, and nothing could shake me away from her. Not the idle threats from Ms. Hawthorne or anyone else. Her friend, Alison, was hyper, but she really did look after her.
Cecilia's phone buzzed a few times, and I dragged myself out of the bed to pick it up. It had a picture of Alison as the caller ID flashed.
She must've been checking on her, so I placed the phone right next to Cecilia for her to see when she woke up.
I moved into the kitchen and made a pot of extra-dark coffee. The sting of coffee and the kick of caffeine were needed. I still had a couple of classes worth of tests I needed to grade.
Picking up my briefcase from the floor, I took it into my office right next to my bedroom and got to work on grading tests. I'd have to let Cecilia make hers up.
While I marked away on papers with my red pen and sipped on my coffee, hoping the heat and caffeine would wake me up more, there was banging at my door.
It sounded grossly familiar. With feather-light steps, I approached the door and looked through the peephole.
Ms. Hawthorne had her arms folded, waiting for me to open the door.
I returned to my office and ignored her. After what Cecilia had told me, she was lucky I didn't open the door and make her feel like the lowest human being on this fucking planet.
Then there were my connections, bestowed upon me by the trickling down of my inheritance. If I had wanted her gone, she'd disappear without the whisper of a trace.
I sat back down in my leather office chair, marking more tests.
The average grade so far across four of my classes was a 'C'. Pretty low. I expected a higher average, around a high 'B' instead of a mid-grade 'C'.
The banging on my door stopped, and I assumed Ms. Hawthorne had given up.
I was on my last stack of tests when there was a round of normal knocking on my door. I sighed and rubbed my head. I never had this many people at my door before. I sprinted to the front door, keeping my steps light, and looked through the peephole.
This time it was Alison.
And I hadn’t told her where I lived.
She knocked again, her small little hand pecking at my door like a woodpecker. I opened it, knowing that she'd end up panicking if she didn't know where her friend was. She let herself in, looking around my living room.
"Where's my friend?" she asked, throwing her hands on her hips.
"Sleeping."
"Oh, she's sleeping, huh?" She folded her arms and began to nod her head. "Yup, you guys did it. Must've been good if she's asleep. About time she lost that virginity." Alison grinned, showing her teeth in a shark-like manner.
She was a Ward, and I'd heard of her family. They were in the oil business. Very wealthy.
"How'd you know where I live?" I asked her while I shut the door.
"I'm a Ward. I've got connections," she boasted.
"I'm not surprised. But I'm a Dent. Weren't you worried I had security?"
She threw her head back and laughed. "Not with your having Cecilia, no. When the kids thought my family lost all of their money, she was the only one who was nice to me. She always was. But I got to see just how many friends I had, and that number was one. Danger isn't a deciding factor when her safety is concerned."
She narrowed her eyes. She meant business.
Cecilia stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes.
"Alison?" she said, seeing her friend striking a proud pose in the middle of my living room.
"Cecilia!" she chimed, running to give her a bear hug.
At least she had a truly trustworthy friend.
"So, I see you've been getting busy, huh? Is it big?" Alison asked.
"I'm right here," I said, frowning.
Alison placed a hand over her mouth. "Oops, sorry." Then whispered in her ear. It was the same question, I could bet on it.
Cecilia giggled and tugged Alison over into her bedroom that I gave her to talk.
Speaking of friends, I hadn't visited a good bar with Jeff in a while.
I busied myself around the living room, cleaning and deciding on what to cook for dinner. Alison and Cecilia popped back out and walked over to the front door.
"I was just worried about you," Alison continued. "You didn't call me at that three-hour time period. Dummy," she said, pinching Cecilia's arm.
"Ow! Sorry!" Cecilia rubbed her arm.
"Well, see you soon back at the dorm. Don't abandon me now," Alison teased, shooting me a look and wiggling her eyebrows.
"Oh, stop it!" Cecilia chuckled. "I'll be back soon."
"I know," Alison said, "but be very careful. I've seen Ms. Hawthorne swarm around some of the other male teachers like a fucking honey bee. She likes money and looks. Plus, if anyone other than me sees you two together—"
"We'll be fine, Alison. I promise."
She nodded her head and slipped out the door.
"See ya, you kinky little rabbit," Alison said.
The door closed and Cecilia looked at me with the same question I had.
"How'd she—"
"Connections," I said. "She's a Ward. Very influential family. They can find anyone at any time. Though I think she may have tracked your phone as well. Good friend you have there."
"Alison is like a second mom sometimes," Cecilia said, walking up to me.
"You have that glow."
I placed my hands on her cheeks and looked at the blush and dewy glow that radiated from her face. She smiled sweetly up at me like a virgin and nodded her head to the side.
"What glow?"
"Alison hasn't told you about the after-sex glow?"
She perked up and giggled. "Oh, that! Why'd I forget?" She bumped her head with her hand and shook her head.
"Because you're still an innocent soul. Now let's go and take a shower. I'll lather you up in lots of fruity soap."
I hauled her over my shoulder and grabbed the meat of her ass. She chuckled and held onto my ass as I took her back to the master bathroom.
She looked around and let out a loud gasp.
"Wow, they really put some effort into putting the luxury in this apartment!" she exclaimed, her voice bouncing off the marble walls.
I sat her down on a soft water-resistant bench that sat between two sinks and a huge mirror.
Cecilia was wearing one of my dress shirts that was too oversized for her small frame.
I lifted it off her body and went over to the shower to turn it on.
"Big shower, big tub, big home. You've got everything you could ever want," Cecilia said in awe.
"Yes, I do now. You completed that list."
She closed her eyes and waved her hand in the air, acting humble.
"George. You don't think Ms. Hawthorne will cause us any trouble, do you?"
I turned the shower on to the right temperature, testing it with my hand. Motioning for Cecilia to come, I went inside the glass-framed shower and reached for two soap sponges. Cecilia stepped inside the shower area like a delicate princess.
Her body was subtle and erotic in all the right places. Looking at her walking at such a calm pace, gentle blue eyes on me, with her shoulder-length blonde hair made my cock twitch again.
She took the soap sponge out of my hand and began to wash her body.
"Here, let me get your back," I offered, soaping up my sponge some more to rub down her back.
Cecilia swept her hair over the front of her shoulder and turned her back to me. Each drop of water had me following it down the curves of her ass and thighs.
"Thanks," she said in a small voice.
We finished our shower in peace and Cecilia put on her clothes. In only a few months, we could leave this town, this state, and start anew in a brand-new home, and maybe start a family.
