by Sarah Thorn
I followed along, desperately trying to keep up. He walked fast; faster than I’d seen him move before. I pushed through the crowd that filled in the space behind him and realized I had lost more ground.
Before I could even exit the house, he was already in his car and driving off down the road. I couldn’t let it end like this; I needed answers from him.
I sprinted through the house again, towards the backyard. Then, once in the backyard I ran and hopped over the fence. It connected to a similar house, as well as the only road out of the area.
I heard his car rounding the corner just as I made it to the road. I stood prominently in front of his path, and his car screeched to a halt.
“Sandy, what are you doing, get out of the road or someone is going to hit you,” he said.
“Jeff, we need to talk,” I said, making my way to the passenger seat.
5.
He didn’t seem to object to me getting into his car.
“Drive,” I said.
He put the car back in gear and started on the way again.
“If anyone sees us in the same car, I’m in trouble,” he said.
“I don’t care,” I replied sternly.
We drove in silence for a few blocks while I thought about what to say. I honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far.
“Were you talking about me?” I asked.
He let out a drawn out sigh.
“Yes,” he replied.
“You couldn’t take your eyes off me?”
“Yes, and I felt bad every time,” he said.
“Why is that,” I asked.
“I’m a teacher; I’m not supposed to get involved with students.”
“How involved were you trying to get,” I wondered.
He pulled the car over; we found ourselves on an empty street, not a house in sight. He clicked the car off and leaned back in his seat.
“I wanted to ask you out,” he said, “I just want to-”
I kissed him mid-sentence. At first, I thought he would try to fight me off, but he leaned into it and accepted my advances passionately.
“We shouldn’t,” he said lightly pushing me away.
“You’re right, it’s a good thing we aren’t,” I said while I rubbed his inner thigh.
He squirmed in his seat, but not in a discomforted way. I was surprised at the new me that was taking over. My head was screaming for me to stop, but every other part of my body yearned for me to continue. My body needed this.
I massaged his member outside his pants; he was getting harder with each rub. He pulled me in closer for a kiss which I cherished. The tenderness of his lips and the eagerness of which he gave them to me was turning me on more.
His arms wrapped around my skinny torso and he ran his hand along the small of my back. I leaned down and unzipped his zipper to free his throbbing member. With a light tug, it revealed itself to me.
I ran my hand up and down his shaft, and he leaned his body back, letting out light moans of pleasure with each stroke. I took his free hand and moved it between my legs. He did as I wanted and rubbed his hand up and along my freshly shaven slit.
Then I took him inside my mouth, as much of it as I could. His salty juices were already starting to flow from the tip, and I lapped them up.
He undid my tight jeans and forced his hand down inside. His fingers made round motions around my clit, and I could feel my panties starting to soak.
I bobbed on his rock hard manhood for a few more strokes before I leaned back and shoved off my bottoms. He did the same.
He looked at my bare womanhood, licking his lips. In a quick motion he bore down on my dripping wet sex; playing excitedly with every part of me.
His tongue flicked over my clit in wonderful circles that shot waves of pleasure through my head. I thought I might burst from the sensation alone, but it seemed he had other plans.
He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my tiny breasts and nipples for his enjoyment. I felt a little shy, but wanted him to see, so I opened my legs a little wider and arched my back.
He crawled along the seat, stealing another kiss from my lips. I could feel him rubbing his beast along my wetness. He wasted no time and pushed himself into me with a forceful lunge. It had been a long time since I had felt the sensation of another person entering me, and I was glad it was him doing it.
His member pulled me apart, and I relished every inch. I moaned loudly, and this just turned him on more. I could feel him throb from inside.
Then he began to pump, exiting, and entering me. He began to get rough, and I liked it. With every thrust, he came in a little harder. I wrapped my hands around his neck so that I wouldn’t fly away. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled himself into me as far as he could.
My body ached with passion, and sensations I’d never felt before were flooding me from my head to my fingertips. I started feeling all tingly while he continued his onslaught of passionate thrusting.
I felt it small at first, and then it became a cascading wave of sensation. My body tensed and my toes curled. He wasn’t far behind; I could feel his body tighten, pulling me in for one final thrust before releasing himself inside.
When my orgasm finally stopped, I realized I hadn’t taken a breath in more than a minute and felt incredibly winded. He pulled himself out, slowly.
“Looks like we’ll need to practice if we’re going to make the playoffs,” I said, jokingly.
“Which one of us is the coach,” he asked.
“I’ll take your tips anytime,” I said.
He rolled his eyes and fell atop me for another kiss. We didn’t leave our little perch until the sun started peaking over the horizon. My body was sore and bruised and satisfied.
6.
I wanted to see him almost immediately after he dropped me off at my house. I wanted to go home with him and forget I was a student. I wanted to forget that he was more than ten years older than I was, but all these things kept wracking my head with guilt.
I didn’t want to get him fired for sleeping with a student, which was a possibility if anyone found out.
The day passed by miserably, I stared at my phone wishing that he’d call me with the number I had left with him. He didn’t call.
When I woke up the next morning I did my best to stay casual but I couldn’t, I needed to see him again.
There was a good chance he would be back at the practice field with the team, so that would be the best place to start.
I put on some of my new clothes and rushed out the front door. When I got out there, I saw his car already parked on the street corner, with him waiting inside.
I happily danced my way to the passenger side.
“Sandy, we can’t do this,” he said.
I was shocked to hear the words; I had wanted to spend another afternoon together.
“Why,” I questioned.
“Because I’m a teacher, and you’re a student. I can’t be more than that. Please understand.”
“I can’t understand why you would want to turn away something that feels so right,” I said.
He looked at me and let out another long drawn out sigh.
“You know, you really are the right person at the wrong time,” he said.
I could feel myself welling up with tears as he said it. I leaned into the passenger door and pried it open.
“I’ll be watching the game from the stands, make sure it’s a winner,” I said, slamming the door shut with a squeak.
He smiled, and that was all.
I spent the rest of the day trying in vain to study. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything had happened. My mind raced uncontrollably, wondering what I could do to keep this from ending for real. There had to be something that would let me be close to the person that I liked, without getting him fired in the process.
It occurred to me that the age difference was a little more than I would have liked. With age comes experience, though, and I would hav
e liked to take advantage of his experience.
I pictured the kiss we shared before parting ways the other day. It was like a dream.
When studying didn’t work out, I decided to try spending some time with Jennie. Thankfully she was unavailable; I couldn’t imagine trying to share my experience with Jeff. I’m sure she would have just laughed it off as some kind of drama that I was trying to stir up.
So, I found myself lying in bed the remainder of the day, remembering every little caress and sensation I felt during our night of passion.
I awoke the next morning in odd sorts. The depression of knowing that something so wonderful was coming to an end before it even began, weighed heavily in my heart. I met up with Jennie for a tailgate party before the game.
I’m normally the one preaching sobriety but was feeling much the opposite. I drank more than my fair share. Nobody really minded, the just figured I had finally cracked myself out of my anti-social shell. Perhaps they were right. The last few days had been rather eye-opening for me, and I was beginning to discover who I had become.
I watched Jeff throughout most of the game, barely paying attention to the game. I cheered when the crowd cheered, but my brain was clogged with thought. Jennie chatted at me constantly, I just smiled and nodded. I doubt she really noticed my lack of interest.
The team was on fire; which was good as Jeff looked a bit too deep in thought to really get his head in the game. Brad took control and led the team to a relatively easy win. When they ran for the locker room, Jeff stood behind, lingering for a while on the field.
I excused myself from Jennie, and she ran off to join her boyfriend, the recent winner. I waited in my seat for the crowd to thin out before saying anything. I only approached when we were almost alone in the stadium.
“Congrats on the win,” I said.
He swiveled his head and gave me a nod and a smile.
“It doesn’t get any easier,” he replied.
I sat myself beside him, still keeping, at least, an arms-length of distance between us in case anyone was watching.
“Winning?”
“No, parting ways,” he said.
“Are you leaving?” I asked.
“Not sure. Fate is dealing us a bad hand, isn’t it?”
“The worst,” I replied.
He picked up his things and started walking away. I waited a moment, thinking that I could just let him go, but I wouldn’t let it happen so easy.
“Jeff, I can’t say goodbye like this,” I said.
He swiveled on his heel and turned to face me.
“Then don’t,” he replied.
I ran over to him, tackling him to the ground and planting a kiss square on his cheek. He started to push me off, but I held on tighter.
Then I saw an old look in his eye, something mischievous.
“Ten minutes, my office,” he said while standing back up.
I nodded and started feeling giddy about the time we were about to spend together. I sat down on the chair nearby and stared at the clock on my phone. I wondered if I should wait five minutes before I left, or if I should be late and make an entrance.
I chose the latter.
I went into the women’s restroom nearby and locked myself inside the handicapped stall. I stripped out of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them inside my overly large handbag. Then I threw my somewhat short coat over my skinny naked body.
I stole away in the night, feeling my heartbeat quicken with each step I took towards his office. I was already a couple of minutes late, but didn’t want to get caught, so I went slowly to make sure nobody was watching.
I knocked twice on his door, and he answered readily, pulling me inside the office and shutting the door immediately.
The blinds in the office were all shut, and the lights were all off; save for a single candle that was lit on the middle of his desk.
I jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss which he readily accepted. When his arms hugged around me, I believe he noticed how little I was wearing.
I felt his hand stroking along my leg that was wrapped around his waist. His hand kept grasping further up my thigh until he found the prize waiting for him.
I quivered and moaned as he ran his finger along my wet slit. I lowered myself down to the floor, letting the candlelight dance shadows across his face.
He pushed my coat over my shoulders and took in the sight of my naked body again, hungry and ready for more.
I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he caressed my sides. I enjoyed the tingle that would run up my spine with each passing moment.
With his shirt off, I began to work at his trousers. Now free from our clothing, we explored each other bodies. We were hungry to memorize every last detail in case this was our last chance at seeing one another.
He pulled me in for a hug; I stayed there just feeling his warmth as much as I could. His hand found my bottom, and he squeezed my flesh hard. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted to let him.
In one motion he picked me up and sat me on his desk. Then he kissed my neck, leading down to my pert little nipples. He spent some time kissing and sucking on each one. The sensation made my chest feel flush with excitement. I kissed him along his neck and dug my hands into his hair.
He rolled me over on the desk, forcing my butt to the sky. I wanted him to see me, all of me. With my chest not resting on the top of his cold desk, he began rubbing his hands along my back, massaging my tense muscles with his powerful hands.
Then he leaned over me and kissed my neck from behind. I could feel his throbbing member rubbing along my dripping wet sex and bucked my hips to stop him from teasing me.
He grabbed my hips and held me down to the desk. Then, I could feel him start to slide inside me. His manhood stretched me in just the right ways, and the sensation of being filled was causing me to explode.
I could already feel another orgasm starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. I enjoyed every motion as he slid inside and out, forcing my hips into the desk harder each time.
I moaned but held my mouth shut. I didn’t want to be too loud, not here.
He shuddered with excitement. My spindly legs had become exceptionally weak from all the motion and buckled out below me. He held my hips in place as he continued to work himself inside.
Every muscle in my body tensed up instantly as the orgasm took hold. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise. Then all my muscles went limp. I didn’t think I could move anymore.
He kept pumping, and I hungrily accepted it. Then I felt him swell up inside and fill me up with his steaming liquid. I shuddered uncontrollably.
When he pulled out, it took a lot of effort to stay on the desk. He held me tightly while leaning over the desk. I don’t remember falling asleep.
7.
I wanted to see him more, but it wasn’t meant to be.
I received a note two days later in the mail, along with an old key that looked weather-beaten and used.
The note read as follows.
“Dear Sandy,
“I can’t stay in the school anymore. You’re an amazing person, and I want to do nothing more than wake up next to you when I’m nearby, but it isn’t right.
“You need to meet someone closer to your own age; someone who’s in the same stage of life and ready to tackle tomorrow. I’ve done a lot of living, and you need to find your own path to travel, not be forced to follow me down mine.
“I’m leaving you my car. It showed me my path, and hopefully it will help you travel down yours. Perhaps our paths will cross again, someday.
“Don’t forget, there will always be people that love you, for you. You don’t need to be someone else; you just needed the confidence to be yourself.
“Your friend forever, Jeff.”
I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me.
I took the key out to the parking lot where he’d left it. It sat there like an old man, waiting to be w
oken up. The car was a little popular. A couple of guys had gathered around the car. One of the members of the group was peering into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and curious.
I approached, key in hand.
“Whoa, is this your car,” he asked, amused.
I nodded.
“This is a gorgeous ride, a little rough around the edges, but it’ll take you anywhere as long as you have a full tank of gas.”
I looked at him, somewhat quizzically. He was tall and lanky, not very muscular at all. He had a backpack on that looked stuff full of books and papers. His angular chin and high cheekbones gave him a regal stature.
“What’s your name,” I asked.
“Nathan,” he replied, offering a hand.
I shook his hand and flashed the key again.
“Wanna go for a ride,” I asked.
His face beamed with excitement, and he ran around to the passenger side. I slid into the driver’s seat, running my hands along the grooves in the steering wheel.
With a flick of the key, the monster roared to life.
“Where are we going,” he asked.
I smiled.
“For a ride,” I replied, dropping the car into gear. The tires squealed, and the car shot down the road. I felt free.
*****
THE END
COLLEGE OLDER MAN Romance - Studied by my Dad’s Best Friend
''You want to what?'' Mike asked.
''Break up with her,'' Jake said again.
The two students were sitting on the plinth of a statue, outside the Faculty of Law at the Walter Wilburn Law School in downtown Seattle. It was a baking hot summer. Walter Wilburn was a remarkable man. He'd run the largest law firm in Seattle, and at the age of forty donated so much money to the local law school, they had decided to name it after him. To the students, he was just a dead patron, someone whose statute they could sit under, and hide from the sun. The college was built around a central lawn and, after three months without rain, it was parched a sickly color of brown.
Mike lit a cigarette and leaned back against Walter Wilburn's granite legs. ''I can't believe what you've just told me. You're mad.'' He blew out two perfectly formed smoke rings. ''She's the hottest student at school. She's a babe. All the football team want her.''
