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“I hope I didn’t rush this,” he said, his voice low.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been ready for this all week,” she assured him, raising the hem of her already short skirt and straddling him gracefully. She settled onto his lap and unzipped the oversized hoodie that had been part of her daily uniform all week long. It fell to the floor under his desk and she smiled at his throaty murmur of appreciation as she offered him her bare breasts.
His lips parted and she gasped as her rosy nipple disappeared into his mouth. He sucked gently, rolling it over his tongue and making her squirm on his lap. Through the twill of his trousers she could feel the heat and hardness of his cock. She ground her bare pussy against him, drawing a satisfying “mmm” from the back of his throat.
He released her nipple and watched her breast bounce, licking lightly at the tip. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I am,” she replied, running her fingers through his close-cropped hair. “Bring it.”
He smiled, and traced soft circles around her nipple with a fingertip. “First question: name one of the primary reasons for the formation of the Confederate states.”
She smiled confidently. “Let’s see. Well, one reason was because of slavery. The Confederate states were formed to back the prospect of expanding the slave states. They felt no need to be a part of the United States federal government and didn’t agree with their moral, political, or economical view, so to preserve the practice of slavery throughout the South and with the prospect of expanding it to new states added to the Union, Southerners created their own government.”
Dr. Gilbert smiled broadly. “I’m impressed. You have been studying.” He cupped her breasts, taking the hard point into his mouth again and sucking hard. She arched into him, moaning lightly. He pulled back, stretching the skin and again, letting go with a soft pop. He took her nipples between his fingertips and stroked them gently. “Ready for the next question?”
She smiled. “Give me a hard one this time.”
He chuckled and raised his eyebrow at her. “Oh, I’ll give you a hard one. But first, question two.” He thought for a second. “Okay, tell me why European countries didn’t come to the aid of the Confederacy.”
“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Why would they? For starters, the South only had cotton to offer and there were other places to get it. Plus, on paper, there was no way the Confederacy was going to win, so no one was willing to back a losing horse. And then there’s the fact that slavery had been outlawed in Europe for quite some time and morally, no one wanted to see it preserved. So Europe basically said, ‘Eh, we’ll pass’ to the South.”
He watched her while she answered, licking her hard nipples and nibbling the soft skin gently with his lips and teeth. He smiled again, clearly pleased with her answers. He ran his hands up her back and buried his face in her soft chest. His words were muffled against her smooth skin. “Very good.”
“You’re pleased with my performance so far, then?” she asked, running her nails down his back.
“Very much. Let’s speed things up. Lightning round. Where did Robert E. Lee formally surrender?”
“Which General was known for his march to the sea and the scorched earth policy?”
“William Tecumseh Sherman.”
“What was the act that provoked the Union to declare war on the Confederacy?
“The firing on Fort Sumter.”
He twined his hands in her thick hair and pulled her head back gently, depositing a trail of kisses on her neck. “I’m convinced. You’re ready,” he said, turning his attention again to her nipples, teasing them with his tongue.
She wiggled her hips and rubbed herself on his hard cock, knowing he could feel her heat as easily as she could feel his. “So are you, sir,” she said.
He sighed and ran his hands down her back and over the soft curves of her bare ass. She inclined her head and kissed him deeply, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him close. She caught his lower lip gently between her teeth and pulled, finally letting him go with a soft kiss. “Should I sit in the front row to take my test, Dr. Gilbert?” she whispered, leaning back and sliding her hands down over her bare abdomen to where her dark nest of curls peeked out from beneath her hitched-up skirt. She ran her fingers lightly over her own pussy.
“Damn, woman,” he said, shaking his head.
Janie smiled. She let her fingertips wander, dancing lightly over his cock. She felt his flesh leap at her touch, and he swallowed hard, closing his eyes as she traced the ridge of the head through the fabric. “I’ll take that as a yes…?” she asked, increasing the pressure and rocking her hips, began stroking him in earnest.
“Yes,” he said, his affirmation little more than a throaty exhalation.
His cock was hard between her legs and her clit rubbed against it with each thrust of her hips. He was thrusting too, his rhythm matching hers. She leaned into him, offering him her breasts, tilting her head forward until her curls hung like a curtain around her face. “I need you inside me,” she whispered.
He opened his eyes and took her face in his hands. “Soon,” he said, kissing her again.
She leaned back, away from his kisses and his seeking mouth. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate on the Civil War like this,” she panted. “All I’ll be thinking about is your cock.”
He smiled. “Well, that won’t do.” He guided her hand to her pussy. “I want to watch. Make yourself come for me.”
She closed her eyes and tentatively sought her clit, stroking it gently, feeling his eyes on her as she rubbed the hard little nugget. She was slick and wet and fought back a moan as she slipped a finger inside her cunt.
“That’s beautiful,” he said. Her eyes fluttered open. Her finger was shining with her juices and she raised it to his lips. He drew it into his mouth, sucking it gently. “Mmm,” he said. “I love your sweet pussy.”
She leaned back against his desk, letting her head fall back. He wrapped his arms around her legs to support her, and with his help, she spread her legs wide for him. She knew her cunt was pink and wet and she slid her fingers in easily, fucking herself with abandon, spurred on by the knowledge that he was watching her, and by the feel of his body beneath hers, moving against her. If the change in his breathing was any indication, he was bringing himself to a crisis point right along with her.
She imagined a cock she had not seen, pictured it sliding inside her. He would stay dressed, his shirt buttoned and neatly tucked in, only his cock out and inside her, filling her deeply. She thrust faster, letting her palm smack against her clit harder with each stroke. He moved with her, his fingers clutching her thighs so hard as to be almost painful.
His voice was deep and husky. “Come for me,” he said. His voice acted on her like a drug, as if the vibrations carried directly to her cunt.
“I’m going to come,” she said, and before the last word was out of her mouth, she moaned, feeling the pleasure deep inside her burst forth. She sank her fingers deep, feeling the strong muscles grip her tightly as they throbbed and pulsed.
She didn’t know when he stopped moving, but when she sat up, he helped her ease her legs to the floor. She draped her arms over his shoulder and let him nuzzle her breasts while she caught her breath. He was breathing hard too, and as she sat, she felt a warmth spreading beneath her spent pussy.
She looked down, and then into his eyes with a smile. “Did you…?”
He smiled back and smacked her playfully on her bare haunch. “And now I’m going to have to change very quickly if I’m going to get downstairs to administer your exam. Now up you go.”
She got off and retrieved Zack’s sweatshirt from under Dr. Gilbert’s desk and put it back on. It still smelled like him and she sniffed gently while her back was turned. In a fleeting thought she wondered what it would be like to ride Zack that way and if he would be as skilled and forceful as Dr. Gilbert. With a blush and a secret smile, she zipped it up and pulled her skirt down.
“I have to go get a good seat,” she said, bending over to kiss him. She grinned confidently and grabbed her books off his desk. “I’m going to ace this son of a bitch. You watch.”
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