A guy was talking to a girl in there. She had dark hair but was dressed similarly to me in a black tee and jeans. I must have turned fashionable overnight. I listened as he told her a guy would come into the room and give her an orgasm with his mouth and hands.
What?
He added that the girl’s face would be covered so that she wouldn’t see who it was and I watched as the guy placed a black leather mask over her face and heard him tell her that the guy would be there in five minutes.
The minute he left the room, she ripped off the mask and sat there talking to herself. “You can do this, Stacey. It’s for Julian. Come on, you can.” No sooner were the words out of her mouth, I saw her dive towards the window. I quickly hid behind a tree as the window was raised further and Stacey climbed out and ran down the street.
I reckoned two minutes out of five had passed and very soon the mystery guy would walk into an empty room and be very disappointed. As was I. I quite liked the idea of being a voyeur and watching a couple get it on. Then it came to me. She was dressed similarly to me and was wearing a mask. What if I went in the room instead of her? I had listened to the rules. She could not talk, and the guy had told her she would be given five minutes afterwards in which to leave by the very window she had already escaped from. No one would know it was me.
Two minutes remained. I had no time to lose, and I quietly climbed through the window, placed the mask over my face and kicking off my flats, I laid down on the bed.
The minute I laid there I decided this had to be the most impulsive, crazy thing I had ever done. I would get caught, and I would be dismissed.
Then the devilish voice inside me had its turn to speak.
Well, if you will get caught anyway…
I heard the creak of the door opening. This was it, the point of no return.
Footsteps walked closer to me.
“Please relax. I am about to bring you to orgasm. I’m totally here for your pleasure, not my own.” The voice that said the words was synthesized so that I couldn’t know who it was. This pleased me. I needed the person who did this to remain faceless, nameless, voiceless. This was one of my students and it was so, so wrong. Yet the wetness pouring from my slick core, said it was oh, so right.
Fingers brushed the top of my waistband, my button was unfastened and then my zipper lowered. I raised my hips to help the person pull down my jeans, and then I heard their gasp and the words.
“What the fuck?”
I sat upright, wondering what was wrong. Did I have my name in my panties? Of course not, I wasn’t at kindergarten.
“I’m sorry, I got my finger caught on your zipper,” the voice said again and I relaxed once more.
As fingers hooked the edge of my panties and lowered them down I realized that the person in this room wasn’t even necessarily male. I presumed they would be as the renters of Granger Lodge all were, something that harked back to arcane times and should have been kicked to the curb by now. But it could just as well be a female. All I was assured of was there would be fingers and a tongue, the rest was a mystery.
Panties off, my thighs were pushed apart by firm hands. I was pulled down to what I assumed was the edge of the bed and my ankles were placed over the person’s shoulders. Every other one of my senses was amplified without the gift of sight. I could hear the low murmur of people outside walking around campus. In the room, there was the smell of old books — I’d noted a bookshelf with old looking novels on it when I’d got in — and the faint hint of aftershave, something that seemed familiar but that I couldn’t place. It was probably what Marcus had worn.
“I will touch you now. I’m removing my voice changer and won’t be talking again until the end. Please use your signals if you wish to end this and I’ll stop straightaway.” My mystery person stated.
I nodded my head and then a moan escaped my mouth as I felt first the gentle warmth from someone’s breath and then a warm tongue licked its way up my soaking wet seam. I imagined it was a male doing this to me and at first, I pictured Marcus but then I allowed myself to imagine it was Garrett from the gym. That my legs were wrapped around those firm shoulders and that it was that plump pink pout against my cunt and his tongue currently dancing around my pussy. His tongue licked over me in small circles, and it was so fucking amazing I thrust my hips up to meet it. Whoever was doing this, well it wasn’t their first rodeo. I’d had good sex in my time but I’d never been tongue-fucked like this. The mouth left me and my tee was pushed up. I quickly reached under and unhooked my bra at the back, freeing my pert medium sized breasts. I knew when I was aroused they went a dusky pink. A hand cupped around part of my breast and a fingertip flicked my nipple before fingers came together and pinched. I was almost delirious with the sensations coming over my body. The fact this was so damn naughty and wrong had made things ten times hotter than even the thought of being caught with Marcus in the staff room all those times previously.
A digit brushed my clit oh so slowly and I mewled. I wasn’t sure a come from a mouth would be enough. I felt like I wanted to climb on top and ride a huge dick until I’d worn myself out.
The digit continued its torment for another minute or so and then dropped down into my heat and pushed into me. The finger was withdrawn and then a fuller sensation filled me and I guessed I had two or three digits inside me now. They were slowly worked in and out, backwards and forwards and then a tongue to my clit was added to the equation. The tongue once again began its circular teasing and then my whole clit was sucked into his mouth. It was so very hard not to speak. I wanted to yell out the words, instead I said them in my head.
Oh God, fuck me.
Drag me into whatever position you want in this room. I’m yours. Just make me come.
I want your hot tongue in my cunt.
Your dick, your massive dick riding me home.
My breathing was labored and was almost making me feel faint. I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to coming and as I did, the fingers left my pussy and his mouth fastened over my core. His tongue flickered quickly over my clit until it all became too much and I came, grasping his head and holding him firmly to my core before I flooded his face with my juices. Then I had to let his head go and move away as I was so sensitive if he had touched me there again I’d have hit my head on the ceiling. I laid back capturing my breath, and I made the signal with my hand that said I was done.
A minute later the synthesized voice was back and said, “Thank you. You are beautiful when you come.” Then I heard footsteps, the sound lowering as they moved further away, followed by the opening and closing of the door.
I sat up and slid myself off the bed onto the ground and then crawled in the direction of the window. I wanted no one to see my face if they came in, so I followed the direction of the breeze and the sound of the blind billowing until I felt the wall in front of me. Then I pulled off my mask and left back through the window. Once outside I ran down past one of the other buildings until I found some steps where I sat and let myself readjust to the light.
My body trembled as I recalled my fingers trailing through shaggy hair as I held a mystery students mouth against my pussy. What the fuck had I done?
Chaoter Five
Garrett
I left the room and met the guys spilling out of the room with the viewing window. Now I would discover how the hell Julian had arranged for Meredith to be in the Dares Room.
“Nailed it.” I said.
“What the fuck?” Julian said, raking his hands through his hair.
I looked at him, my forhead furrowed in confusion. “I did what you asked, didn’t I? She came like a firecracker.”
“That wasn’t Stacet.” He stated. “I don’t get it.”
“Stacey?” I queried.
“Yeah, Stacey Sanders. The pussy I arranged to have in that room. Except it wasn’t her.”
“You saw who it was instead?” I asked, trying to keep the panic from my voice.
“I didn’t see he
r face, but as she left through the window and pulled the mask off, her hair was blonde and in a bun. Stacey’s a brunette.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Yelled Jacob. “I left Stacey in that room, just before Garrett went in. You’re seeing things, having damn hallucinations. Told you to lay off the booze.”
Julian shook his head. “If you hadn’t all run out of here like pussies soon as she was done, you’d have seen the blonde hair for yourself and been able to back me up.”
“Job was done. Now it’s time to celebrate with our new roommate. Welcome to Granger House, Garrett.” Jacob slapped me on the back.
The guys took it in turns to high five me. When it came to Julian I decided I needed to say something. I lowered my voice.
“I got the girls to switch, I wanted a pussy I knew. Hope it was okay and you’ll keep it quiet, yeah?”
He shook his head. “You cheating bastard, I should throw you out on your ass, however,” he high-fived me. “Well played, man, well played.”
We partied all night and I crashed in my new room, even though all that was on my bed so far was a new mattress. It was a welcome present from Julian who said no one should ever have to endure some other dude’s mattress. My thoughts had spun all night. How had Meredith got in that room? Where had Stacey gone? Did Stacey and Meredith know each other and had arranged a swap?
It didn’t take too long to get some answers when I walked downstairs late the next morning, my mouth craving water and coffee like my life depended on it. Stacey was in the kitchen, her arms wrapped around Julian.
“Hey, Garrett. Congrats on your new room. Julian said he put in a good word for you. You’re really lucky. This place is amazing.”
“Thanks, Stace. Hey, do you know a Professor called Meredith?” I asked. There was no time like the present.
Stacey’s blank stare confirmed her answer before she did. “No, why?”
“She goes to my gym and apparently teaches here. I’ve not seen her, just wondered if you knew her seeing as you studied a different subject to us.”
“No. Not one of mine. Not a fit person among them, believe me.”
Julian’s head tilted to one side and he gave me an appraising look.
“Someone got a crush? Hot was she? Thinking of changing from Computer Science when you find out what she teaches? Or is it something else you’re wanting her to teach you?”
“Screw you. It would be me teaching her. I’m no saint in the bedroom.”
“Did you hear that, Stacey? If Garrett got a crack at the Professor, he’d teach her.”
Stacey giggled. “Well, I’ve no idea who she is, but you’re nineteen and she must be in her mid-twenties so I reckon she’d eat you alive.”
The thought of her eating me at all made my dick twitch.
“Well, I don’t have a crush on her anyway. I was just intrigued if anyone knew her.”
“Sure, we believe you.” Julian whispered over the top of Stacey’s head.
I spent the afternoon moving my belongings from my old dorm room into my fabulous new space. The bedroom also had closet space, a desk, bookshelves, an enormous flat-screen television, a wall-mounted sound system and gaming equipment. There was even my own fridge so I could keep beers cool in my room without them being drunk by the rest of the guys, and an en-suite bathroom.
I powered up my laptop and brought up the faculty. I clicked on the box marked ‘staff’ and typed Meredith in the search bar. There was just one result and there she was, on screen, a smile on that pretty face, her long, blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. It stated Meredith Butler was Professor of Accounts and Taxation.
Butler. Meredith Butler.
I sat back in my chair as I looked at her face on screen, the only part of her last night that I had not got to see. My hand rooted around below the waistband of my joggers until it fastened around my cock and while I stared at her photo I imagined that I had been able to fasten my mouth on hers last night. Then I recalled how I’d sucked her breast into my mouth and replayed her moans and groans in my head while she had built up to that climax and how she’d exploded all over my mouth, her juices coating me. I had licked my mouth clean, tasting her unique flavor. I imagined that after that she had opened her legs for me and I had sunk into her warm depths. As I imagined her warm flesh wrapped around my cock, I pumped my hand around my length. My cock reacted violently to the thought of being sunk inside Meredith’s pussy. It was rock hard. I picked up my pace, my breath quickening as I imagined her shouting my name as that explosive come pulsed around my cock instead of my mouth. I took my cock out of my joggers and fisted it hard until pressure built and I spurted streams of cum into my hand.
God, if this was what a thought did. How would the real thing be?
I thought about how on earth our next meeting would go. Would I tell her I knew it had been her in the Lodge? Or was it entirely possible that I was mistaken and it was another girl with the same tattoo? No. I shook my head. There might be more than one of those tattoos out there in the world, but not coupled with the exact same physique. It had definitely been her. I couldn’t start a relationship with a professor. She was six years older than I was and if I maintained my appearance at the gym as a Personal Trainer then I’d be basing anything that developed between us on a lie. Maybe it was better that I dated a girl my own age and forgot about my encounter with Meredith. Yeah, that was the way to go. Keep her as a memory in my spank bank.
My cell beeped and I picked it up to see who it was. There was no way I was going out again tonight, even if it was a Saturday night. I was still hungover and exhausted from the move.
Unknown number: Is that Garrett? I’d like to take you up on your offer of Personal Training. Could you ring or text me back? Meredith (from the gym).
Oh shit. Within ten seconds my resolutions had gone out of the window. I knew there was no way I was going to turn this woman down.
Garrett, the twenty-three year old Personal Trainer it was, and I was going to have to wear a ball cap on campus for the foreseeable future. I cleaned up and then sat back in front of the laptop. I had the rest of the day to cram personal training tips about running so I could pass myself off as an expert the next day. Thank God, I’d excelled at track at high school.
Chapter 5
Meredith
When I finally got my legs to stop trembling and resembling Jell-O, I made my way back to my car and stopped off at a drive-thru. My come down from all the adrenaline had made me ravenously hungry. Once home I ate my food and then threw myself into the shower before changing into pajamas and getting under my comforter. I sat up in bed, resting against the headboard. I had gone too far tonight. In the pursuit of seeking forbidden fun I had compromised my career. I needed a shrink.
I spent hours thinking through what I’d done. The problem was that I had had an amazing experience, and the come of my life with a student, a faceless student. What if the student had pulled off my mask?
I could never do anything like that again. Not in the school. I’d taken risks with Marcus where I could have been discovered and now there was this latest reckless incident.
I realized I liked risky sex, a sense of the forbidden. It turned me the hell on. But I needed to find it outside of campus.
Garrett’s face came to mind. He was twenty-three, to my twenty-five. It hardly made me a cougar, but it was a younger guy, right? Who knew what sort of sex he liked. As a personal trainer, he would have a serious amount of stamina. It was time I stopped avoiding potential relationships and got myself back out there. I needed a regular lover, one that could take me to the heights of passion. If they didn’t fulfill me as a lover, like with Chad, then I would end it. No more Mr. Average for me. So, it was decided. I needed to date, and I would try to start with Garrett. I would ask him to train me and take it from there.
The next morning, I headed to the gym and worked out for a few hours but Garrett never arrived. I hung around the cafeteria to grab a drink, disappointed t
hat he wasn’t there. I had felt sure he would train on a Saturday morning. Then again maybe he had private clients on weekends? I took my cell from my purse and sent him a message asking if he’d train me.
A few minutes later and I had a date and time: Central Park at 10am the next morning, to meet at the entrance across from the old FAO Schwarz building.
It was time to do some pampering to make sure I looked my best. I had a man to impress.
Fidgeting, I waited for Garrett to arrive. I was dressed in black shorts and a pink tee with a small, black, fanny pack containing my car keys. It had a pocket holding a bottle of water, and I wore a band on my arm that my cell fitted in. I shuffled my feet from side to side, adrenaline battling against nerves because I did not know how this day would go.
And then he was there. Jogging towards me. He was dressed in navy-blue shorts and a pale-blue tank. As he came nearer, I watched as the muscles in his thighs and calves rippled, displaying his immense strength and I soaked through my panties immediately. How pathetic was I? I gazed at the trees in the park and imagined him pressing me up against one, fucking me so my clothes shredded against the rough bark.
“Morning, Meredith.”
“Call me, Mer.” I told him. “That’s what my friends call me. Well, when I had friends.”
“Okay. Morning, Mer. Now what are you talking about? Lovely girl like you has to have friends.”
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