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From “Amy’s Beaver”

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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This story is a fun one. It’s based somewhat loosely on story a friend of mine told about the trouble she had one night whilst grappling with both intimate grooming and the laws of physics. It absolutely tickled me, and because it was both funny and sexy, I thought it was a great jumping off point for a naughty little story.

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“You okay in there?”

She laughed, watching the bottles and bits of loofah handle bob around in the oily water. “I’m fine,” she said, laying back and sighing. “I put too much fucking bath oil in here and now I’m too slippery to get out.”

A note of amusement crept into his voice. She could hear it. “You want a hand?”

“Yes.”

He came in and she looked at the bemused grin on his face. “Be careful. The floor is slippery…”

“Jesus Cornholing Christ,” he said, as his sock made contact with the cold oily slick on the floor. He grabbed a towel and soaked up the mess and tossed it and his wet socks into the laundry pile. He took a sip of her drink and handed it to her. “You know,” he pointed out as she drained the glass, “you shouldn’t get tanked up and…what the hell were you doing in here?” He looked at the trimmer on the edge of the tub. “What’s that for?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

She sighed and giggled, a bit tipsy, and warm from the bath. “I was trying to surprise you, but I got stuck.”

He smiled and picked it up. He hit the switch and made it buzz. “Nice,” he said. “But in your state you could do some serious damage with this thing. Maybe I better give you a hand.”

Amy blushed and giggled again.

He helped her out of the tub and put a towel down on the closed toilet lid while she dried off. “Sit,” he said.

Amy perched on the edge and jumped as her warm back made contact with the cold toilet tank. He knelt down on the damp floor and spread her knees, making her snicker again. “You’re very giggly tonight,” he said, running his finger through her damp curls and tickling her slightly. He parted her lips gently and ran his finger over her clit.

She stopped giggling and bit her lower lip.

He flicked the switch again and deftly ran the trimmer through her soft nest of curls. She watched as he carefully ran the sharp blades through her fur-covered nether region, brushing the little clumps of hair away and studying the results like some sort of world-renowned pubic hair stylist.

“Put your foot up here,” he said, sliding his hand up her leg and putting it over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” she said, feeling exposed in the bright light of the bathroom.

“Shh,” he said. “I’m concentrating down here.”

He ran the buzzing trimmer all over her pussy, holding her legs apart and carefully taking her natural growth of lady fuzz down to a short stubble. She looked down over her soft tummy and checked out his progress. “It looks like I’m smuggling a marine in my crotch,” she said.

“Not when I’m done it won’t,” he said, parting her labia and making her gasp. He stroked her clit again, and she moaned slightly.

“There’s no hair there,” she said, as he ran two of his strong fingers inside her lips and dipped them gently into her warm center.

“Just being thorough,” he said, smiling, stroking his fingers in and out of her. “Now comes the tricky part,” he said, taking his fingers out of her and making her look up with surprise.

“Why are you stopping?”

“I’m not. I’m not finished with your trim,” he said. “Patience, lady. I’m an artist.”

She leaned her head back and sighed, fighting the urge to continue without him, but knowing she could never let him see her double-click her own mouse.

Gently, he ran a warm facecloth over her pussy and then squirted a big dollop of shaving cream onto his fingers. He smeared it around, getting all the corners and nooks and crannies of her nether regions. He turned the trimmer over and flipped the plastic cover off with his thumb, exposing the triple bladed razor.

“Shit,” she said as the razor made contact with her mons. “You better be careful with that thing. One wrong move I could lose my clit.”

“Ye of little faith,” he said, smiling up at her. “I promise, not so much as a nick.”

The razor slid easily across her skin, making the occasional scritching sound as he took the hair down as short as it would go. He moved slowly and carefully, pressing and pulling on the tender skin and exposing every surface of it to the sharp blades.

His hands and fingers were all over her and she could feel herself getting wetter as he touched her. His face was tantalizingly close and she wondered if he could feel her heat. When she felt the warm, wet facecloth again, her clit was throbbing uncomfortably and begging to be touched.

“Not bad,” he said, cocking his head and admiring his handiwork. “Oh, I know what’s missing.” He hopped up and grabbed her moisturizer from the sink. “We don’t want bumps.” He squirted a bit into his hand and leaning down, rubbed into into her smooth vulva. She moaned, leaning back and spreading her legs wide as he stroked every part of her, rubbing the gentle lotion over the silky skin and making her squirm.

He stood up. “Check it out,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel.

She looked up at him, panting. “Seriously, dude. You’re killing me here.”

“Just feel it,” he said, gesturing with a nod to her open pussy.

Amy hesitated. His eyes were boring into her and she felt terribly self-conscious, but she was curious. She’d never had a peeled peach before and did wonder how it felt. Hesitantly, she put her hand down and felt the soft, smooth, slightly slippery mound. “Oh,” she said, her hands slipping further down, touching the edges of her lips. “Oh, my.” She looked up at him and saw a smile on his face, and an unmistakable look in his eyes. Her eyes wandered south, past his well-washed “Mustache Rides” t-shirt to the crotch of his jeans. His cock was hard, and goddamn it, she wanted to feel it inside her bare cunt.

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“Amy’s Beaver” is published in its entirety in the collection of short stories, Seven Nights. It’s available for Kindle, Nook, and in Paperback.

From “Walden”

13 Sunday Jan 2013

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Mark and Nicole agree to meet mutual friends for an easy hike and a bit of camping, but when signals get crossed and Mark gets hurt, they find themselves alone in the woods.

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When she got back to the fire, the packets were sizzling in the coals and Mark had rigged up two sticks with a rubber band to use as tongs to get them out of the fire. He pulled them out and put them on one of the big stones ringing the fire and Nicole settled the pot down into the coals and covered it. She tore the hot packets open and filled their plates with steaming hot, buttery potatoes and nicely roasted veggies and they settled into the grass to eat.

Between bites, Mark asked, “So, where did you learn all of this?” He made a sweeping gesture with his fork.

Nicole swallowed. “Boy Scouts.” Mark made a face at her. “Seriously. I have five brothers and they were all scouts. So my family spent a lot of time camping.”

“That would explain it.”

“That and two of my brothers and I own a chain of stores that sell mountaineering, hiking, camping, and all sorts of other outdoorsy adventure gear. And I write a column for a major hiking magazine. I told you wasn’t kidding when I said it’s what I do. I hike and camp for a living.”

“Wow,” was all Mark could manage.

Nicole swallowed a mouthful of hot potatoes. “And not for nothing, but I tie a hell of a knot and can paddle the shit out a kayak, too,” she added.

“I’ll have to remember that if I ever need to be tied up and paddled,” he said, flashing her a wry grin.

Nicole smiled back. “A few hours ago I would have happily pegged you out with my spare tent stakes. Mind you, I’d have staked you to the top of an anthill…”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried now?”

“No. Well, not about the anthill anyway.” She smiled coquettishly and licked butter from her fingers.

“Naughty…”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She winked, and instantly regretted doing it, feeling like a badly drawn character in a cheap porn novel. She pulled out a couple of mugs and a couple of tea bags from her food supplies and adding boiling water from the camp pot she set them to steep. She quickly went about cleaning up the supper things, rinsing them with the rest of the hot water from the camp pot and stowed them carefully in the food bag. She took the bag to the edge of the clearing and looked for a tree with a likely branch. Finding one that would work she attempted to throw the rope over the branch and missed twice. Mark was suddenly behind her.

“Let me,” he said, and they both caught that sweet bit of warmth as his fingers brushed hers when he took the rope from her. Deftly he coiled the rope into a tight ball and with a flick of his wrist sent it sailing up over the branch and unraveling neatly to the ground. “I told you,” he said. “Softball. Second base.”

She left him to hoist the food supplies out of the reach of bears, raccoons, and other scavenging critters and picked her way through the underbrush to collect a few more branches for their fire.

The sun was setting in the western sky. Beyond the trees, the sky was turning a deeper blue and the high, thin clouds were tinting the sky with shade of scarlet and deep violets. The air was turning cooler and Nicole felt goosebumps rising on her arms. “It’s going to be chilly tonight,” she said. “Did you bring any warmer clothes?”

Mark hooked his backpack with his cane and pulled it to him. “I have sweats and a fleece jacket and a long-sleeved shirt. Between that and my sleeping bag I should be okay, I think.” He reached in and pulled out a couple of books. “And if all else fails I’ve got Thoreau to read while I die of hypothermia. Then my obituary can say, ‘In an ironic twist of fate, he expired on the side of a God-forsaken mountain, a copy of Walden clutched in his frozen fist’.”

“You realize the odds of freezing to death in July this far below the treeline are pretty small, right? And please tell me that you were just being ironic in choosing to read Walden on a camping trip. Please. I beg you,” she said laughing.

“Oh, it would be totally douchey otherwise, wouldn’t it?” He pretended to shudder. “Actually, I teach high school English—literature, mostly—and before I fell halfway down a mountain I actually thought it would be interesting to read Thoreau out in the woods, and maybe journal some of my own thoughts about nature as a creative exercise to share with my classes.”

Nicole groaned. “I could never sit still for stuff like that.”

“Stuff like what?” he asked. “Reading?”

“No, not reading. I love to read. And I love to write. But all the analysis and ‘what did the author mean here’ and ‘what is the theme’. It takes all the fun out of a good book. And don’t even get me started on poetry.”

“You don’t care for poetry?”

“I just don’t get it. It’s too flowery and metaphorical and just seems unnatural.”

“I bet you just didn’t have the right poetry teacher,” Mark suggested.

“Maybe you could enlighten me sometime. Here,” she said, sitting up at attention like a schoolgirl at a desk. “Teach me. Tell me what thoughts you’ve come up with so far about your experiences in the woods.”

He laughed. “I went to the woods to live deliberately, only to discover that Henry David Thoreau and I have absolutely nothing in common whatsoever. Nature is a mean bitch,” he finished definitively. Nicole threw her head back and laughed, and Mark laughed with her. “You have a great laugh,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said, pulling a wool shirt over her arms and doing up the buttons. She unrolled his sleeping bag and spread it out on the ground, and after helping Mark to settle down on it, took her cup of tea and handed the other mug to Mark. “I suppose it’s easy to think of Nature as a bitch before you get to know her,” she replied pointedly, sitting close to him on the soft down blanket.

“So you’re saying that if I relax and get to know Nature more intimately I’ll learn to appreciate her softer side?”

“I wouldn’t be at all surprised. It’s amazing how much more enjoyable Nature is when you stop fighting her and let yourself enjoy her just as she is. Follow her rhythms instead of forcing your own on her.”

“I see how that could be enjoyable,” he conceded.

“Oh, it’s very enjoyable. Before you know it, you and Nature have become one and you’re sleeping like a baby in her arms.”

“I think I could learn to like that,” he said. “But isn’t Nature unpredictable? What if she rejects me as unworthy?”

Nicole thought for a second. “It’s true, lots of men never learn to appreciate Nature for what she is. Can you appreciate Nature not just for her beauty but for her strength and resilience as well? Can you respect the wildness of her and not try to own her?”

“I can,” Mark said. “Appreciate her, I mean. I do appreciate her…now. Or I’m learning to. I didn’t this morning, but when you explain it like this, I think I have a deeper appreciation for Nature than I ever have.”

“Then I’d say things look promising for you and Nature,” she said, setting her mug of tea down near the fire and taking Mark’s from him. “If you’re being truly honest about what you can accept and appreciate and aren’t just saying that you do in order to get into Nature’s panties.” She leaned in to him and brushed her lips against his cheek. “My metaphor fell apart at the end there,” she whispered into his ear, “but I think you catch my meaning.”

He raised his hands to her face and brushed the hair from her cheeks. ” ‘True beauty dwells in deep retreats’,” he said and looked into her steel blue eyes where the flames of the campfire reflected and danced. She pressed her lips to his, softly, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling them both down onto the ground.

She released his lips long enough to murmur the inquiry, “Thoreau?”

“Wordsworth,” he replied, depositing a line of kisses along her jaw line and down her throat. She tipped her head back as his lips found her collarbone and he unbuttoned her shirt as he spoke. ” ‘True beauty dwells in deep retreats’,” he repeated, undoing the first button of her shirt. His fingers manipulated the second button as he continued, ” ‘Whose veil is unremoved’.” The third and fourth buttons gave way as he nuzzled closer to her neck and spoke, his breath warm against her skin, “‘Til heart with heart in concord beats’,” his hand skimming lightly over her breasts as her shirt fell open, her nipples hardening at his gentle touch. He whispered in her ear, ” ‘And the lover is beloved.’ ”

*****

“Walden” is published in its entirety in Seven Nights and is available for the Kindle, Nook, or in Paperback.

Good Grades, Part Fourteen

14 Friday Dec 2012

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Janie sat in one of the low chairs across the expanse of desk between her and Dr. Gilbert. He hadn’t said a word to her save telling her to come in and sit down, and she did so dutifully. He had her test paper in front of him and appeared to be reading it, but she knew he was only using that as an excuse to build up more uncomfortable silence between them and she wasn’t buying it. It was also quite obvious to her that he wasn’t happy.

She tapped her fingers on her legs and looked around, noticing for the first time that his office was as impersonal as his home. There were no framed pictures of family, no trophies or plaques, even the diplomas that usually graced the offices of academics were notably absent. The heavy, dark furniture and clean lines spoke of his personal style; everything was functional and well-made and there didn’t seem to be anything there that didn’t serve a purpose.

Even his desk was pathologically organized. There were no loose papers or a cup of pens and pencils, no sticky notes on anything. She had never seen a cup of coffee or a bottle of water anywhere in his office. There wasn’t even a box of tissues in sight.

She sighed lightly and crossed her legs. Dr. Gilbert looked up at her and his eyes were cold and hard. “Is there something else I’m keeping you from?”

Janie shook her head and smiled. “Not at all. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He went to look back down at her paper but stopped, and looked back up at her. He blinked once or twice, but Janie kept her placid, passive smile fixed in place.

“You skipped class yesterday.”

“I did,” she confessed.

“I spoke with Dr. Meyers.”

“I know you did,” Janie replied calmly. “I called her when I got home last night to apologize for missing her class. I got the assignment directly from her, and e-mailed a friend of mine in the same class who shot me her notes.” She brushed an imaginary piece of lint off her skirt. “Dr. Meyers also noted what a concerned and involved advisor I had to make calls on my behalf in an effort help me get my grades up so late in the semester. She was very complimentary.”

Dr. Gilbert didn’t answer right away, so Janie continued.

“She also told me that she didn’t blame me for wanting to be beside the ocean on such a perfect afternoon, and that she wished she was still an undergraduate so she could do the same thing from time to time.”

Dr. Gilbert crossed his arms and grunted. “Jan Meyers and her new-age, communing-with-nature bullshit. Skipping classes is what got you here in the first place. You should have waited until after class and after your work was done to go to the beach.”

While Janie heard shades of her father’s nose-to-the-grindstone speech in his voice, she also detected notes of something else that floated above the scolding. “So, are you pissed that I skipped class to go to the beach, or are you pissed that I was with Zack?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting the question and she could see for the first time that she’d knocked him off balance. “This is about you not doing the things you agreed to,” he said. “This has nothing to do with Zack.” His jaw was set but she could hear the lie in his voice.

She crossed to his side of the desk and grabbed her test paper. On the top in Dr. Gilbert’s careful and precise penmanship was a perfect score. “It’s starting to look like this has everything to do with Zack.”

He stood, angrily, and grabbed the paper from her hand. “He’s my son!”

She recoiled from his unexpected outburst and found herself backed up against his desk. She had no choice but to stand toe to toe with Dr. Gilbert. Before she knew what she was saying, the words were spilling out of her with a fire she didn’t realize she had been carrying around inside. “So what? Why would it even matter? I don’t exist for you outside of this room, and within it, I’m nothing more than a toy for you to play with. There’s no relationship, no real intimacy. I know I’m nothing to you. So what I do, or who I do for that matter, isn’t really any of your business, is it? You’re my faculty advisor and if you have to dress me down for missing class yesterday, I understand and accept the consequences. And you know, if you want to keep hooking up with me from time to time so we can both get our freak on between classes, I’m down with that, too. But you are not the center of my universe, sir, and that is your fault, not mine.”

She waited, unflinching, for him to speak.

His eyes flashed and she could see the tension in his jaw as he contemplated what she’d said, and likely how she’d said it. A flash of panic shot through her as the idea dawned that she had just blown her chances at graduating on time again, but she stood her ground, knowing she’d played her hand and would have to wait for his move.

In an instant, his hands were in her hair, twined in her curls and pulling her mouth roughly to his. He took her breath away, kissing her with a desire fueled by frustration. When his mouth opened and he sought her tongue with his, she returned his kisses, losing herself in his angry passion. The intensity of the emotion between them was palpable, and the complication of the situation drew the insanity of what they were doing in even greater relief.

She pushed him away, holding him at arm’s length. Neither of them spoke and she could feel his heart beating hard under her palm. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her back and pressing his body against hers. She could feel the unspoken words between them as easily as she could feel the heat of his hard cock through her thin sundress. He kissed her again, more insistently, pressing her back against his desk.

He was powerful, and in his deep, seeking, probing kisses, she felt him re-asserting his dominance over her. He was not one to be bidden or led and he would not be seduced. She let him grind his cock against her, knowing she was growing wet as she understood the power she had over him. Despite his physical strength, knowing he had the ability take her whether she wanted it or not but would stop at a single, spoken “no” was intoxicating. She could end this now, but she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man—or boy.

She fumbled with his black leather belt, yanking at it in frustration. He stepped back and unsmiling, easily opened his pants and pulled his cock out. He stroked it a few times, looking at her. She was breathing hard, watching him, wanting him. He ran his hands up her thighs and pushed her skirt out of the way, and hooked the crotch of her panties with his finger and pulled them aside. He pressed his cock against her and pulled her legs up, leaning her back and sliding inside her so quickly that it raised her ass off the desk and made her gasp.

Janie wrapped her legs around his back as he drove into her, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back to kiss her. Their need for each other was urgent and there were no whispered sighs or words of passion between them. He drilled her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with each deep thrust. She urged him on, bringing her hips up to meet him, bracing herself on his desk top and pushing his neat world into disarray.

She looked into his face and caught the fine lines around his eyes and the strands of silver that shot through the sandy brown hair that was so like his son’s. Images of Zack swirled through her head, of his face over hers, taking her hard and fast.

“Zack…”

She said his name aloud, not realizing it had slipped out in a low whisper.

Dr. Gilbert stopped and pulled out of her abruptly. His cock was purple and shining and he was breathing hard, his shirt beginning to stick to a fine sheen of sweat. His face changed and his jaw set again. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down roughly, tossing them aside. He grabbed her hips and spun her around, bending her over his desk. The leather blotter slid beneath her hands as she tried to brace herself, crying out when her thighs struck the hard edge as he slammed his cock inside her again.

He fucked her like a man with something to prove, as if he could use his cock to push the image of his son out of her head. Out of nowhere, she heard the crack of his hand on her ass, feeling the sting seconds later. She yelped with surprise, but the ferocity of the slap only made her want more. Zack’s hand reddening her ass in a deserted parking lot, his face, his father’s face, their cocks inside her, each man wanting to make her theirs all swirled together and ran hot through her, and with a cry she came hard, making her legs shake so hard she was afraid she would collapse.

She grabbed the edge of the desk, whimpering as he came with a grunt, and she felt his hot cum shoot deep inside her and mingle with her own warm wetness. His arm went around her waist and he held her close until his cock stopped throbbing. He pulled out, and she felt the warm trickle ooze out of her and slide slowly down her thigh.

She turned and faced Dr. Gilbert. He was standing back, breathing hard, his cock beginning to soften and leaving a sticky, wet patch on the open front of his pants. He ran his hand through his hair and swallowed hard, but didn’t say anything.

She walked up to him, and put her hands on his face. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly, leaving her lips against his until his returned the kiss. She smiled softly, and retrieving her panties from the floor, she slipped them back on over her used and messy cunt. She opened his desk drawer and choosing a red pen, wrote her phone number on her test paper.

“When you’re ready to talk to me, give me a call.”

Her words seemed to snap him out of a trance, and he inhaled like a man breaking through the surface of the water. He attempted to quickly dress himself and started to speak. “Janie, I…I’m…”

She cut him off. “When you’re ready.” She collected her things as he straightened his desk absently, his pants still undone, as if organizing the papers would help him make sense.

He looked up at her. “Does Zack know about us?”

“There is no ‘us,’” Janie replied, and in a half-lie added, “He doesn’t need to.”

Dr. Gilbert nodded, and Janie let herself out.

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Good Grades, Lucky Thirteen

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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What harm can it do?

The thought swirled around in her brain like the gray smoke curling up from a smoldering fire. His mouth was on hers, soft but insistent and tasting faintly of vanilla ice cream and gooey caramel topping. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the sand of the nearly deserted beach and the light sparkled off the waves that were barely beginning to recede from the high water mark.

She lay back on the soft blanket that smelled of summer picnics and cozy campfires, her hair around her head like a tousled halo. His hands were gentle as they ran lightly over the soft, bare skin of her arms and their sand-covered feet rubbed together in a tangle of limbs. She returned his kisses, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and opening her mouth to him in invitation. He accepted, and her leg slipped around his, pulling his body closer to her.

She let her hands wander, feeling his slender body through the thin jersey of his t-shirt. His nipples were hard and she ran her thumb over one of the firm little points, stroking it lightly and causing him to make a soft sound that was halfway between a moan and a whimper. He released her lips and seeking tongue and exhaled deeply before leaning into her again, this time kissing the sweet hollow of her throat and the gentle swells where her breasts spilled out of her snug tank top.

Zack ran his hand down her bare thigh and she shivered with pleasure at the feeling of his warm hand on the sensitive skin at the back of her upper thigh. She could feel her skirt inching up and the hesitation as he explored the exposed flesh. When his fingers found the elastic edge of her panties, she gasped slightly with pleasure.

He looked at her and his forehead wrinkled. “Too soon?”

“God, no,” she replied, for in fact, she was fighting every urge in her body to not mount him right there on the public beach. He kissed her lips again, sliding his fingers under the taut elastic and over the soft, round curve of her ass. His touch was electric and powered her own movements, her hands continuing their migration southward. She grazed lightly over the crotch of his shorts and found him as ready for her as she was for him.

Gently, she closed her hand around his shaft and stroked him through the loose, well-worn fabric of his faded board shorts. His breath was warm against her full breasts as he sighed again deeply and sought her nipples through her shirt. He nibbled the hard point gently and she arched into him, letting her leg slip off of his and parting her thighs almost unconsciously with desire.

He ran his fingers inside the edge of her panties, around her ass and over the soft swell of her hip and between her soft thighs. He stroked her lightly through the damp cotton, pressing into the cleft and making her moan.

The sound of a voice carrying over the sand caused them both to freeze and Janie sat up quickly, pulling her skirt down and running her fingers through her hair. A large golden retriever bounded up to them from around a clump of sea grass with a neon green frisbee in his jaws. He dropped it in the sand by their blanket and Zack picked it up, and giving the dog a quick scratch behind the ears, he let it sail out over the receding surf. He laughed as the dog broke through the waves and brought it back to his owner who had just come into view of their blanket.

“Sorry if Samson and I disturbed you,” the man said with a smile, no doubt noticing their flushed cheeks and rumpled blanket.

“No worries,” Zack replied, leaning forward in an awkward attempt to hide his erection.

Janie giggled as the man whistled for the dog who had abandoned his frisbee and was worrying a small sand crab. “C’mon, boy! Let’s leave these two lovebirds alone.” He smiled as he walked off and Zack turned to Janie with a exasperated grin.

He waited until they were out of earshot before he spoke. “Well. That was…”

“Hot.”

“I was going to say ’embarrassing’, but yeah, ‘hot’ applies as well. I’m sorry about that.”

Janie laughed. “What’s to be sorry about?”

“I think maybe I was moving a bit too fast,” he said. “I didn’t mean to take advantage or anything. It’s only a second date, really…”

“I don’t mind,” Janie said, lying back on the blanket again and running her fingers up Zack’s forearm. “Really.”

He looked down at her and ran his hand up her thigh again, watching as she parted her legs for him and granted him access to her pussy. Again, he teased her through her panties, quickly bringing her back to where they had been and rocketing past it. He pulled the fabric to one side and slipped his fingers inside, encountering her soft tangle of wet curls and her soaked cunt. He teased her, parting her lips but not penetrating her, letting the cooling breeze blow over her hard clit but not touching it.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking down at her with those eyes that were the exact shade of shadowy blue as the sky behind his head.

She only smiled and put her hand on his, feeling his fingers as they touched her. “Let’s find somewhere more private,” she said.

Zack leaned in and covered her mouth with his, possessing her completely and sliding two fingers inside her as he did, making her moan into his deep kiss. “My house will be empty until after 8 tonight. We can go back there.”

Janie didn’t want him to stop. His fingers felt good inside her and she knew if he kept going she could come for him right there on the beach, but the promise of feeling his hard cock inside her made her nod and push his hand away with regret. “Yes,” she assented breathlessly. “I want that.”

The air between them was electric as they shook the sand out of their shoes and the blanket and tossed everything back into Zack’s car. They spoke little as he drove her to his house, letting the current spark and hum as he navigated the narrow streets that wound through the sprawling seaside campus town. He pulled into the driveway of a modest cottage on a tree-lined street populated with similar modest cottages. He fumbled slightly with his key as he let them in the back door and shut it behind them.

Her hands were on him immediately, not giving him time to lock the door or even put his keys down. He kissed her again, tossing his keys on the kitchen table where they skidded over the bare surface and clattered to the corner of the kitchen floor. Zack looked over and then back at Janie. “Ah, fuck it,” he said, and kissed her again, sliding his hands down her back and over her ass, pulling her close to him. He pressed her against the table and she leaned against it, parting her legs and pulling him between them. He eased her back and ran his hands up her thighs, wrapping them around his back and pressing his hard cock against the heat of her cunt. She let him pull her shirt over her head, watching his face as he took in the sight of her large, full breasts through the thin, sheer lace of her bra.

He struggled with the clasp for only a moment or two before the elastic gave way and her breasts tumbled free. He scooped the flesh up in both hands and buried his face in them, pinching and tugging lightly at her nipples and making her grind against him. She leaned back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her tits forward for him. He sucked a hard nipple hungrily into his mouth, making her gasp.

His hands went around her back and she melted as he pulled her close. He was strong, pressing against her and forcing her back onto her elbows. He kicked a kitchen chair out of his way and hooked it with his foot, pulling it behind him as he began to kiss slowly down her body, taking his time to undo the opening of her skirt and slide it over her full hips. He tossed it onto the table only to have it slide off and land on top of his keys. Janie smiled. “Fuck it,” she said.

Zack ran his hand over the soaked crotch of her panties and smirked. “We’ve got plenty of time for that.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling it down to expose the reddish curls that covered her mound. He kissed her there, nuzzling her as he wriggled the scrap of cotton off her body. He pulled the chair up and sat down, placing himself between her thighs. He parted her lips gently with one fingertip, seeking her clit. Her breathy moan told him he had found it and he rubbed gently, making her legs fall open for him.

She looked down into his cool eyes and held her breath as he smiled up at her before pressing his mouth to her spread pussy. Another soft sigh as his lips closed around her clit, sucking softly. She thrust her hips against his mouth and he sucked harder, sliding a finger inside her. He glanced up at her occasionally, watching her as he licked her cunt, using his tongue and fingers to make her squirm.

His face was shining with her juices and she moaned, running her fingers through his hair and grinding his face against her. “You’re going to make me come,” she told him, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.

With a wet slurp, he pulled away and turning his head to the side, wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his shirt. He ran his hands up her thighs again and stood, leaning into her. “Not yet, I’m not.”

He slipped his arm around her waist and eased her off the table, running his hands down her bare back and over her ass, pulling her to him and kissing her. She tasted herself on his mouth, warm and musky. “Nice,” she said, running her hands down his body and over his hard cock. Quickly and deftly, she opened his shorts and pulled his cock out. It was his turn to gasp as she wrapped her hands around his shaft and stroked it. She felt a sticky, slippery string of pre-cum on her hand and she rubbed it over the head, grasping him tightly and making him moan. His shorts slid down to his thighs as he thrust against her hand.

“You’re getting me very close,” he told her, his breath shallow and fast.

“Good,” she said, letting go of his cock only long enough to run her hand over his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. She turned and pressed her bare ass against his cock. He slid easily between her cheeks and his hands went around her, cupping her breasts. He kissed her neck, thrusting against her slightly, his slippery cock dangerously close to her ready cunt.

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in there,” he said, gesturing towards the living room. I’ll be there in one second.”

“Where are you going?” she asked, her eyes closed, her face against his.

“Condom.” he said, he voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded and pulling away reluctantly, she turned and gave his cock a squeeze before backing away from him. “Don’t take too long,” she said, turning and lying back on the large sofa.

The leather was soft and cool beneath her body and she reclined on the soft pillows, looking around the room. It was a decidedly masculine space, strong and sparse and immaculately clean. There were no pictures anywhere; in fact, there was nothing that she would have called personal in the room.

She didn’t have long to contemplate it before Zack returned. He’d pulled his shorts back up, but his cock was still out and she smiled at him. “What kept you?”

He crossed to her and slipped between her legs, half covering her reclining body. The condom packet glinted gold in the last rays of the amber sunset that shone through the large picture window. His cock was hot and hard against her thigh as he kissed her again, his kisses betraying the impatience he kept in check.

She took the condom from him and tore the packet open with her teeth, letting the wrapper fall to the floor and pushing him back a bit to roll it onto his shaft. Her hand sheathed him quickly and expertly and he pulled her atop him, straddling his lap with his cock between them. She raised herself on her knees and positioned herself over him, using her hand to guide him to her entrance. She teased him, lowering herself only a little bit, giving him only a taste of her warm tightness. She gripped the high back of the couch and ran her nipples over his lips, letting him have only a brief suck or lick before pulling away. Her wet pussy danced over the head of his cock, using him on her clit to bring herself close to the edge again.

A gray car drove by the window and it barely registered, so cloudy was her brain with desire, but when she saw it turn into the yard, her heart skipped a beat.

“Someone’s here.”

Zack looked over his shoulder out the window and sighed. “Shit. My dad’s home.”

“What the hell?” In a rush of adrenaline, she jumped off his lap and ran to the kitchen grabbing her clothes, struggling to squeeze behind the table to get her skirt where it had fallen into the corner.

“Shit, he’s not supposed to be here for another hour.”

In a sudden fit of modesty, she covered herself with her clothes and looking around, finally asked, “Where’s the bathroom?” Zack pointed down the hall as he moved quickly to fasten his shorts over his rubber-clad erection, pulling the tail of his shirt down and turning on the TV.

In the bathroom, Janie dressed as quickly as she could, breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn’t dropped anything incriminating in her dash to cover herself. She could hear their voices through the door and she tried to calm her heartbeat and get some of the color out of her cheeks before going out to face them. She looked in the mirror and composed her face and ran her fingers through her hair as best she could. It wasn’t the ideal way to meet the family, but she figured she could pull it off.

Her hand was on the doorknob when she recognized the voice coming from the living room and for the second time in a few minutes, she froze. She looked in the mirror again and tried to compose herself, knowing the longer she hid in the bathroom the more awkward going out there would be.

Okay, she thought. You’ve done nothing wrong. You were visiting and had to use the bathroom. You’re just friends. You got your studying done early.

She took a few deep breaths and flushed the toilet, then washed her hands quickly.

Janie stepped out into the hallway and after squaring her shoulders, she walked into the living room. Zack was sitting on the couch where she’d left him, talking to his father as if nothing had happened. Both men stood as she walked in.

“Jane,” Zack said with a big smile. “I believe you know my dad.”

Janie nodded. “Hi, Dr. Gilbert,” she said, smiling at him as if he was only her professor and her advisor and not, in fact, someone who had watched her masturbate to an orgasm while straddling his cock just that morning. The recollection of Zack’s hard cock between her legs, parting her lips with a promise of pleasure brought a flush to her cheeks and she found herself looking down at the floor. She swallowed hard. “Zack was just about to bring me back to the dorm,” she lied.

“What a surprise to see you here tonight, Jane,” he said, nodding slightly. “I didn’t know you and Zack were friends.”

Janie smiled. “Seems we’re both at a disadvantage. I didn’t know Zack was your son.”

Zack looked sheepish. “Details,” he said with a shrug. He cleared his throat. “Well, if you’re ready to go, I can run you home,” he said to Janie, taking her by the arm and steering her towards the kitchen door. “I’ll be back later,” he said, retrieving his keys from behind the kitchen table that was still askew, and hustled her out the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to Dr. Gilbert.

“Four o’clock,” he replied. “Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Neither of them spoke until they were several blocks away from the house, and then they stumbled over each other’s words.

“You first,” Zack said.

“Why didn’t you tell me who your father is? You know I have him for class.”

Zack sighed. “Because it’s been my experience that once one of his students finds out I’m his son, they try to use me to get better grades.” He glanced over at her. “I’m not saying you’d ever do that, just that I make it a practice to not mention it until I know that the person I’m hanging out with like me for me and not for who I’m related to. And we were just getting to know each other. But I swear, I would have told you after today, even if it hadn’t gone as far as it had.” He pulled up to a stop sign and looked at her. “I was very surprised at how quickly things moved between us. I wasn’t trying to keep secrets. I just didn’t get the chance to tell you before he surprised us.”

“Okay,” Janie said, and leaned her head back against the headrest.

They rode in silence until Zack pulled up in front of her dorm. “Are you mad at me?” he asked.

She turned and smiled. “No, of course not. I understand. The whole thing just felt a little…well, I felt like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar and…what happened between us was…it was really hot and amazing…” her voice trailed off.

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

She sighed. “You remember the guy I told you about? And I said it was complicated?”

Zack nodded.

“What we did…or almost did…what it seems like we’re eventually going to do…” she smiled. “Well, that makes things with him even more screwed up than they were before. I wish I could explain but I’m not sure it even makes sense to me…”

Zack was quiet for a few moments. “I want to keep seeing you, but not if it’s going to complicate things. I can take a step back. I don’t usually move this fast and maybe I just got carried away.”

“It’s not just you,” she said with a reassuring smile, sliding her hand up his arm and resting it on his shoulder. She brushed a bit of hair back from his cheek with the back of her fingers. “I want to keep seeing you, too.”

Zack smiled and leaned in, kissing her softly. She returned his kiss, and smiled back at him. “You still smell like me,” she said.

“I’m also still wearing that condom,” he said.

Janie giggled. “How?”

He glanced down at his crotch. “I’m still hard.”

Janie raised an eyebrow at him. “All this time?”

He looked sheepish again. “It made that casual conversation with my dad really uncomfortable. Especially when you walked in. I was raised to stand when a lady enters the room and really, really wished I could have got away with bad manners at that moment.”

“That’s why you dragged me out the door.”

Zack laughed. “Exactly why, yes.”

Janie laughed, then fell silent. “Do you think he knew what we did?”

Zack shrugged. “He’s not stupid, and I’m over 18. I’ve had girlfriends before. I mean, we’ve had ‘the talk’ and everything.” Janie put her thumbnail in her mouth and chewed at it thoughtfully. “Does that bother you? That he thinks we’re sexually active?”

Janie laughed. “No. Not really. Like you said, we haven’t done anything that he can possibly disapprove of.”

“Well, not yet anyway.” He glanced down at his crotch again and grinned at her. “I don’t suppose there’s much chance of that tonight, huh?”

He looked at her with those eyes so like his father’s and she thought of him beneath her, his strong, skillful hands on her body and felt her nipples rise in response. She’d had his cock nearly inside her and she ached from sexual desire and the need for release. She leaned into him again and kissed him, opening her mouth and seeking his tongue with her own. His response was immediate, and the heat between them burst once again into flames. Panting, she asked, “Do you know the little road that runs down to the old fort?”

“Very well.”

“Let’s go there. Now.”

He churned up a bit of gravel as he pulled out of her dorm and sped with a smile on his face to the waterfront. He parked in the long-abandoned lot and cut the headlights and for a moment they sat and admired the view of the lights over the bay. “It’s pretty,” he said.

“It is.” She agreed. She shot a grin at him. “Backseat?”

They climbed into the empty backseat and again, she released his cock. It was still tightly sheathed and he gasped as she touched it lightly. She lifted her hips and shimmied out of her panties, dropping them carefully onto the front seat before gracefully swinging her legs over his and guiding his cock to her pussy. She slid it between her parted lips, teasing her clit with it again, getting the head wet with her juices.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in incrementally, feeling every inch as he filled her pussy. They kissed deeply, enjoying the feeling of him seated tightly inside her. Slowly, they began to move, their hips rocking together as they searched for their rhythm. His hands were on her ass, shoving her skirt up around her waist to feel every inch of the soft, creamy skin he’d only begun to enjoy.

Janie pulled the straps of her tank and her bra off her shoulders and pulled the cups of her bra down, letting her breasts hang free. She offered him her hard nipples and he accepted, watching her caress her own soft tits and rub them against his eager mouth.

All the need and pent-up frustration she’d been harboring was melting away as she rode Zack’s cock, kissing him and listening to him sing her praises in half-whispered words. In the dim light, she was struck by how much he seemed to be a younger version of his father and she closed her eyes, but the images of Dr. Gilbert and Zack mingled in her brain. She pictured their eyes looking up at her from between her thighs, their mouths hungry for her cunt. “Spank me,” she whispered, not opening her eyes.

Zack stopped thrusting for a moment, then resumed, and she felt his hand leave her ass a second before the crack of his hand on her flesh filled the car. Janie moaned. “Again,” she ordered him, and again, she moaned when his palm left a stinging red mark on her soft flank.

“I want you to come for me,” he said, his voice low, his breath shallow.

Janie looked into his eyes, trying to push the image of his father away. “Fuck me, Zack,” she said. He wrapped his arms around her back and easily lay her down on the seat. He pulled her leg up over his shoulder and leaned into her, driving his cock in deeply. She moaned again, letting him possess her wholly, whispering over and over again, “Fuck me…fuck me…”

He brought her close again, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. She felt over-ripe and ready to explode, but she needed him to take her over the edge, to pierce her very center.

“Come in me,” she said, bringing her hips up to meet his with each deep thrust. “Take me completely.”

He kissed her, gluing his mouth to hers as he fucked her faster and faster, bringing her up off the seat. She felt his cock swell inside her and explode, and her own cunt exploded in sympathy. Her moans echoed his, gradually joining in a sweet harmony before they both lay still. Zack kissed her softly, holding the condom carefully as he pulled out and she felt the deep empty longing of his cock slipping away.

They sat together in the back, rearranging their clothes back into order—a process made more difficult by their stopping to kiss and touch each other.

When he dropped her off at her front door, and kissed her goodnight in the glow of the porch light, Janie smoothed his hair and said she’d call him tomorrow. But when she closed the door on him, his eyes and his father’s blended together in her mind, and she knew things were just beginning to get complicated.

Making Mrs. Claus

07 Friday Dec 2012

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It was a little past midnight when Santa slipped into Kim’s bedroom, but then it was always just past midnight on Santa-time. Only when the last present was delivered would time resume it’s natural progression, so Santa knew he had no need to rush, and he had every intention of making the most of that magical loophole this Christmas Eve.

He saved Kim’s house for last, not because she had headed up his naughty list, though he’d seen her while she was sleeping and knew when she was awake, and while some of the things he’d caught her doing when she was alone might count as naughty, they for sure weren’t bad.

Quietly, he unzipped his warm, red wool jacket and tossed it over a chair before sitting down to unlace his black leather boots that were leaving small wet puddles on the wood floor. In his wool socks, he padded over to the edge of the bed and sat down, watching Kim as visions of sugarplums danced in her head. The warm blankets were pulled up against her chin in the chilly room and she was curled in a snug little ball. She looked so cozy he hated to disturb her rest, and being Santa, he knew he could easily be in and out of her house without waking her, but her one request of him had been so specific and heartfelt, there was no way he would let her sleep through it.

Gently, he pushed her tousled curls out of her face and stroked her cheek. She shifted a bit in her sleep and snuggled deeper into her pillow. Santa smiled and leaned over, letting his soft, closely trimmed whiskers brush against the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered in her ear, “Wake up, Kim. It’s Christmas.”

Kim opened her eyes and looked at him past lids still heavy with sleep. “Santa?”

Santa smiled. “Merry Christmas, Kim.”

Kim smiled back at him. Even in the bedroom lit only by the cold gray of the moonlight on the crest of the new-fallen snow, she could see his blue eyes twinkling and his merry dimples as he smiled down at her. “Did you get my letter?”

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t often get letters like that from grown-ups, but then, you’ve never stopped believing in me, have you?”

“Never,” she said. “Though you’re not quite what I expected.” She blushed slightly.

“You can’t believe everything you read, sweetie,” he said with a deep chuckle. “I don’t wear red velvet. Wool is warmer. And I only started growing the beard last January. I think it filled in nicely.” He scratched at the thick growth of dark brown hair on his chin with a satisfied smile, and Kim liked that it was not white and fluffy but merely shot through with silver, as was his close cropped hair.

Kim rolled onto her back and propped herself up against her pillows. Her sheet slipped down exposing a bare shoulder. “I thought you’d be older.”

“And fatter, too.” He laughed again, his deep sonorous chuckle filling the room. Kim blushed. “I admit, the cookies take their toll,” he said, patting his tummy, “but I try to keep myself in shape. More or less. I hit the gym a few times a week.” Kim laughed with Santa. “Now, about that letter of yours.”

She blushed a deeper red. “It was probably a bit forward of me,” she confessed.

“Only true believers write to me with any kind of directness. It’s as if they know we’ve got a business transaction of sorts going on. ‘Dear Santa: I’ve been good and you’re in the business of rewarding good behavior. Ergo, here is a list of my demands. Love Timmy.’ Timmy knows I make a list, I check it twice, and if he’s toed the line and been a good boy, I’ll make good on the whole Santa promise. It’s grown-ups who stop believing, or figure there’s some sort of a catch.” He studied her with a dimpled smile. “But not you.”

“You’ve never let me down before,” she said simply.

“And never will,” he said, sliding closer to her and running his hand over the bare skin of her shoulder and upper arm. She shivered slightly. “You’re under-dressed for a room this cold,” he said. “You’re going to freeze to death.”

“It’s nice and warm under the covers,” she said, snuggling back down under the thick down comforter. “And if you’re here to fill my Christmas wish, I expect I’m going to be warmer still before the night is through.”

Santa grinned at her and his eyes twinkled again. “We both are.”

He leaned over and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm on hers, and she returned his kiss, slipping her arms out of their warm cocoon and around his neck. Her hands skimmed over his shoulders, feeling his strong muscles beneath his well-worn flannel shirt. The blankets slipped down, exposing her bare breasts and she pulled him close, letting her hard nipples rub against the soft fabric.

Santa released her mouth and let his lips wander to her neck. She nuzzled close to him, breathing in the strong masculine scents of spice and evergreen, but with a hint of vanilla and a bit of peppermint. “You smell like Christmas,” she murmured into his ear.

He leaned back and smiled at her, taking her face in both of his hands. “I am Christmas, my love,” he said, and kissed her again. She tipped her head back and her lips parted, inviting him to take, as well as to give, and he did, seeking her tongue with his own and sliding his hands over her smooth, bare skin.

Her hands found the buttons on the front of his shirt and she undid them slowly, opening her gift with great care and deliberation. She peeled off the layer of flannel and he shrugged and let it slide to the floor. Reluctantly pulling away from her candy-sweet kisses, he pulled his thermal shirt over his head and tossed it aside before reclaiming her. He pulled her close, stretching out beside her to feel her skin against his.

She ran her hands through his chest hair, exploring his body. Her hands were as soft as velvet in their seeking, grazing over his nipples that had grown as hard as holly berries and over his soft, slight paunch. He smirked at her. “Cookies,” he said again. “They’re going to be the death of me.”

Kim laughed and let her hands slide lower. “I don’t mind,” she said, as her hands skimmed over the denim of his pants. His breath caught as her fingers touched him through the sturdy fabric. “It seems like a good time to make a North Pole joke,” she said, “but I’m sure you’ve heard them all before.”

“You’d be surprised,” he said, exhaling deeply. “Not a lot of women visit the North Pole.”

Kim was indeed surprised. “Not even a cute little lady elf from time to time?”

“Between the inter-species difficulties and the complications of employee relations, power struggles and what have you, it’s really just not worth it. It’s easier, safer, and better for everyone if I just polish my own sleigh. So to speak.”

“Now that’s a shame,” she said, popping the button of his fly open and sliding the zipper down. Her hand worked inside his flannel-lined jeans and she pushed them down on his hips, freeing his cock. He moaned as her fingers stroked the velvety hardness and she felt him respond in her hand. “Santa really deserves a gift, too.”

She helped him wriggle out of his jeans and she pulled the covers back, inviting him into her warm bed. He pulled the blankets around them and kissed her, feeling his desire go from the low, glowing warmth he felt for her all year long grow into a strong flame, crackling between them. He explored the body he’d coveted for so long, letting his hands wander a form as softly sloping and smoothly white as rolling hills covered in a fresh layer of new snow. Only infinitely warmer, he thought, as she parted her thighs and offered herself to him, asking him with her body to add more fuel to the growing fire.

His fingers parted the tangle of curls and sought her clit, her deep sigh of delight as he gently rubbed the hard little berry caused him to throb in her hand. Her hand closed around the shaft and she stroked him gently, drawing a low moan from the back of his throat. Hungrily, his lips closed on hers, tasting her mouth, then her neck, and over her breast to her quivering nipples. He flicked at the firm little gumdrop, making her squirm before sucking it into his mouth.

Kim parted her legs wider for him, still stroking his hard, thick cock, until he slipped out of her grasp as he continued kissing a trail down her nude body. Over her belly button and down to her mound, tickling her with his beard and nibbling a path to her pussy.

The air in the room was cold as the warm blankets slipped away, but neither Santa nor Kim felt it. She grasped at the sheets beneath her as his hands parted her thighs and spread her wide, and she held her breath as she anticipated the touch of his mouth on her. He kissed her quivering clit, pressing his lips to it and rubbing them back and forth. He sucked gently, pulling the tender bit of flesh between his lips, letting his tongue slide against it. Kim moaned and put her head back against the soft pillows, letting Santa eat her pussy.

He savored her like a Christmas feast, running his lips and tongue over her shining pink folds, dipping his tongue in to savor the musky sweetness of her. He wrapped his arms around her soft ass and pulled her close hungrily, letting her juices run down his chin and soak his beard. He tickled her with the coarse hairs, running them up and down the soft skin and making her sigh with pleasure.

Only when she was grabbing the head board and begging him for more did he slide up her body, warm skin on warm skin, his legs between hers as she wrapped her legs around his strong back. Her hands encircled him, pulling him close, seating him between her thighs as he put the hot head of his cock against her pussy.

Gently and slowly, he slid inside her, letting her feel every inch of his shaft as it filled her. She looked into his eyes and saw the warm twinkle replaced with a strong, steady glow. She kissed him, feeling their bodies joined and their hearts beating as one. She tasted her own passion on his lips and her cunt contracted at the deliciousness of it. She tilted her hips, wanting to feel him even deeper. “I love you, Santa,” she said.

“I love you too, Kim. I’ve always loved you.”

Slowly he began to move, pressing his cock deep inside her before pulling out slowly. She was tight and hot and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so complete in a woman’s arms. He sank into her again, feeling her hips come up to meet his, her lips on his own, their breathing and movements falling into synch as if they had always known the rhythm of this dance.

Outside the frosty-paned window, the evening was still and the moonlight was clear, cold and bright. The snow sparkled like tiny diamonds, and not a creature was stirring as the two bodies joined together and time stood still. The only sounds that night were the soft, muffled noises of lovemaking—gentle sighs and deep moans, the squeak of the bed frame with each deep thrust, the soft smack of damp flesh grown sweaty with exertion and the heat of passion. Wet kisses and soft grunts as they moved faster, thrust harder, giving themselves over to each other and to the final, ultimate release of pleasure.

Kim cried out as she felt his cock swell inside her, bursting forth like the spew of foam from a champagne bottle, running out of her in celebration. Her own pleasure exploded, set off by his climax, and she clutched at him, letting wave after wave erupt and throb deep within.

They lay together as the sound of a rooster crowing broke the stillness of an early Christmas dawn. Her bedside clock read 4:30 and Santa kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. “Come back with me to the North Pole,” he said.

As the first rays of Christmas dawn rose over the world, Santa and Kim flew over the icy frozen northern pole of the world, and under a pink and purple sky, nestled in the crook of Santa’s strong arm while he held the reins of his sleigh, Kim got the first glimpse of her new home at the North Pole.

Good Grades–Part Twelve

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

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These aren’t really chapters or anything like that. I’m just writing bits and throwing ’em at the wall. See what sticks. Just letting the story dribble out in fits and starts. 

Where were we?

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Janie grabbed a seat in the empty front row, flinching slightly as her bare upper thighs touched the cold plastic of the seat. She dug in her bag to check her text messages before making sure her phone was turned off before class started, per Dr. Gilbert’s instructions. He had already shown more than once that he was dead serious about asking students to leave if they insisted on sending texts during his lectures, and there was no way she was going to miss this test.

She ignored a handful of unread messages from friends, saving them for later when she had more time to answer them, but the sole text that was from an unknown number caught her eye. Zack had yet to use the number she’d given him and as day after day went by, part of her wondered if he was less interested in her than she’d thought.

—That sweatshirt looks better on you than it does on me.

Grinning at the slightly giddy feeling of finally hearing from him, her fingers flew over the touch screen as she shot back a reply.

–Maybe I should keep it. 😉

Less than a minute later, he responded.

—But then I’ll have to invent a new excuse to see you again. I thought we discussed this already.

She smiled again.

–How about just saying you want to see me again?

His answer came back almost instantly.

—I’d really like to see you again.

The butterflies in her stomach returned in a swooping dive. The side door of the hall opened and Janie looked up to see Dr. Gilbert enter. His pants were a lighter tan than the ones he’d had on in his office and they still had fresh crease marks from the hanger they’d been on. A thrill coursed through her at the physical recollection of him hard between her legs and almost unconsciously, she uncrossed them, parting her knees slightly as she peeked up from beneath her lashes at him. Quickly, she replied to Zack.

–Test now. Prof just came in.

—Which one?

–Gilbert. US History.

He didn’t answer right away. As she waited for his reply, she looked up. Dr. Gilbert was leaning on the edge of the desk next to the stack of exam papers, watching her and waiting the few minutes for the class to assemble and take their seats. He was looking at her legs and the dark triangle between them, and she could feel his eyes on her as surely as if he had been touching her. She heard Zack’s text pop up, and she smiled.

—I hear he’s a hard teacher.

Janie felt a bit of color rise in her cheeks as a throb deep inside her pussy reminded her again of how he felt beneath her, his hard cock rubbing against her clit, and she squirmed in her seat. Dr. Gilbert raised his eyebrows at her, and she looked down, unable to hold his gaze.

–You could say that. But I can take it.

—Good luck on your test.

–Thanks! Will I see you later?

—Library at 7?

 Janie smirked.

–You sure know how to show a girl a good time. 🙂

—You have no idea.

Her cheeks flushed pink again as she thought of Zack, imagining him slowly unzipping his sweatshirt and finding nothing beneath it but her full breasts and hard, pink nipples. She closed her eyes and pictured him leaning her up against a dark wall in the back of the stacks and sliding inside her. Between them, the two guys had her craving cock in the worst way, and she was amazed and more than a little amused to feel her pussy growing damp and warm again so soon. She squirmed again and smiled at her phone. Dr. Gilbert cleared his throat and she looked up. “Cell phones off, please.” She thought she felt a bit of chill in his voice as she shot Zack one more text before shutting off her phone and sitting up straight and bringing her knees together.

 –Can’t wait to find out. C U @7.

She dropped her phone into her bag and smoothed her expression into what she thought was a calm scholarly demeanor. She let her fingers brush against the back of his hand as he handed her the exam paper. He lingered momentarily, not long enough that anyone would notice, but long enough that Janie did.

The test was, by Janie’s assessment, not a difficult one. It didn’t occur to her as she filled in the answers quickly and completely that she would have been unable to answer most of those questions two weeks earlier. Or any questions about history, for that matter. Or math. Or civics. The truth was, had she taken a few minutes to consider it, that she after their initial rocky start, Janie had been working hard to impress Dr. Gilbert—to earn his approval. It bothered her that he thought she was lazy, and she set out to prove to him, and to herself, that he was wrong.

She had little trouble finishing the exam early, and looked around the room at the other students, surprised that so many of them were still bent over their papers. Nervously, she reviewed her answers again and when she could find none that needed correction or expansion, she shrugged to herself and taking a deep breath, brought the test up to his desk.

The thin packet whispered against the blotter as she slid it in front of him. He took it from her and glanced over it quickly, flipping through the pages. His face was passive as he scanned her answers and she found herself fidgeting, shifting her weight from foot to foot. He looked up at her, still unreadable. “I would like to meet with you about this in my office.”

Janie’s face fell and her chest felt tight, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. “I thought I did okay,” she began, trying to keep her voice steady. “I was prepared.”

A slight smile played at the corner of his mouth. “I know how ready you were for this test. I am very impressed with how well you prepared yourself and how well you’ve followed my instructions. I’d like to meet with you to really…get into it deeper. I think you will benefit from a good, hard review. I know things are tight,” he continued, fighting back a smirk, “but if you could squeeze me in, I think it would really be good for you.”

Janie didn’t quite know how to answer. She opened her mouth once or twice and closed it without speaking, trying to choose her words before speaking, and failing. Dr. Gilbert smiled and his eyes sparked, and he lowered his voice to an even more conspiratorial tone. “I’m in the office until 8 tonight and would like to discuss the effect of this test on our advisorial arrangement.”

In an instant, she knew exactly what he was talking about and she felt her knees grow wobbly. She inhaled deeply and said, “You want…you mean you…or, we…”

Dr. Gilbert only nodded slightly and folded his hands on top of her test paper.

Her mind raced. Had she been wearing panties, they would have been soaked through. She thought of him bending her over his desk and sliding into her from behind, smacking his hand on her ass while he thrust into her. An image of his lap, his cock jutting up from his open fly seconds before she lowered herself onto it and took him in deep. She could feel the smooth, cool wood of his large desk under her bare ass and her legs around his back as he pressed into her, his hands on her tits, tugging at her nipples while he fucked her. Her nipples rose into sympathetic points that rubbed uncomfortably inside Zack’s loose sweatshirt, and her clit throbbed in response.

Shit.

Zack.

She was supposed to meet him at seven.

“I can’t come tonight,” she said, and even as the words left her lips she suspected that unless it was by her own hand—again—that it would be true in more than one manner of speaking. “I already have plans for tonight. To study. In the library.”

Dr. Gilbert looked down at his crossed hands. He took her paper and set it aside with the other tests that had been turned in and smiled at her. “Well, I wouldn’t want to interfere with your studies.”

Janie waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t, she continued, stammering a bit in hopes of preempting his disappointment—or anger. “I can come tomorrow afternoon…or meet you somewhere…else, maybe…in the evening…”

He picked up his phone and tapped the screen a few times. “I have a free block of time at 4 again. That is, if you can make yourself available.” He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, sir,” she said, smiling back at him in response. “I’m very much looking forward to our meeting.”

She returned to her seat and bent to gather her book bag that still leaned against the leg of the chair. As she did, she bent deeply, allowing her already short skirt to ride up and expose the round curves of her ass. Not looking back, she stood, and tossing her bag over her shoulder and smoothing her skirt into place, she exited the lecture hall.

She blinked a bit as she walked out into the bright sunlight, and within a matter of minutes, she regretted not putting a tank top on under Zack’s sweatshirt. It had grown oppressively warm outside the air-conditioned academic building and she shoved the sleeves up, looking down the sidewalk towards her dorm and then in the other direction towards her next class. Mentally, she debated whether it would be worth it to hike all the way back to the dorm in the heat just to change and possibly slip into some panties, or if she would be better off biting the bullet and heading straight for the air-conditioned comfort of the classrooms.

“How did you do on your test?” Zack’s voice startled her so near over her shoulder, and she spun, nearly colliding with him. “Sorry,” he said, laughing. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

She laughed and put a hand to her chest. “It’s okay. I was just…it doesn’t matter. My test? Oh, I did well. I think. Dr. Gilbert seemed pleased.”

Zack smirked, and in an instant, she thought she saw something familiar in the way he smiled at her, but it was a fleeting thought and it was getting warm standing out in the hot sun in a long-sleeved sweatshirt. She pushed the sleeves up again where they had slid down and brushed the hair off her sweaty forehead. “Well, good for you,” Zack responded. “He’s a hard man to please.”

“I don’t know,” Janie replied. “He seems pretty easy to please just as long as you do what he wants and expects.”

“Exactly,” Zack said. “Where you headed now?”

“I’m sweating like a whore in church,” Janie admitted. “I’m thinking I’ll head right to my next class because I’m afraid if I go back to the dorm and change into something cooler, I’ll be tempted to take a cold shower and then I won’t want to go back out in the heat and I’ll miss my class.”

“Hmm. Neither of those are as good as what I would have suggested.”

“You have a better plan?”

He smiled and slipped his hand into hers. “I was thinking I could give you a ride back to your dorm and you could change into something cooler—maybe even give my sweatshirt back, though I really do like it on you.” He reached over and toyed with the zipper pull, and Janie wondered if he could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything under it. “And then I would pretend to drop you off at your next class, only I would really be planning to talk you into missing that class and coming with me down to the beach.”

Janie sighed. “That sounds awesome, actually,” she said, looking up at the cloudless sunny sky.

“What’s one class so late in the term?” Zack said, squeezing her hand slightly. “I’ll buy you an ice cream.”

She looked up at him and smiled into the gray eyes that were actually bluer out in the sun than she thought. His hand felt nice in hers and she had to admit that a walk on the hard-packed sand with her feet being embraced by the icy Atlantic ocean and her hair being tossed around by the onshore breeze seemed a much better way of passing an afternoon than sweating in a classroom.

“Can I have sprinkles on my ice cream?”

“Anything you want.”

“In that case, you talked me into it,” she said. “It’s just one class. What harm can it do?”

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Good Grades, Part Eleven

30 Friday Nov 2012

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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?”

“Appomattox.”

“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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Good Grades, Part Ten

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

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He left a few crumpled bills and a generous tip for the waitress and held the door for her. The easy conversation continued right up until he pulled his car into a parking place outside her dorm and cut the engine. It was late, after midnight and the “no boys” rule was in full effect. “I can’t ask you in,” she said. “All girls dorm. Unlike your dad, my father wants me in a dorm because he thinks I’ll be safer.” She smiled at him. “He’s probably right. Control freak though he is.”

“I’ll just walk you to your door, then.” Without waiting for her to demur, he got out of the car and she walked with him hand-in-hand up the front steps to the building. They stood together in the dim yellow glow of the porch light.

“I had a great time tonight,” she said, taking both his hands and holding them in hers. “I’m glad your dad made you go to that party.”

“Me too, oddly enough. I’m not going to tell him that, though.”

“Why not?”

Zack chuckled. “Because my father likes being right way too much.”

“Your dad a control freak, too?”

He nodded. “And the hell of it is he’s usually right. The bastard.” He laughed.

Her laugh blended with his, and then they fell silent again. “I guess I should give you your sweatshirt back.”

Zack pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. “How about you give me your phone number instead. I can use the sweatshirt as a pretense, thus saving me hours of anguish laboring over a plausible excuse to call you.”

Janie laughed and entered her number into his phone before handing it back to him. “You don’t need a reason to call me,” she assured him.

He smiled and put his phone back in his pocket. “I have lots of reasons, actually,” he said. Again, they fell silent and Janie looked down at her shoes. “I should probably say goodnight, then.”

Janie looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, I guess so.” She stepped closer to him, tipping her head up to look into his eyes. She felt the warm rush of attraction and smiled at the sensation, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the hope that he might kiss her, and wondering if she should make the first move.

He seemed to study her, as if he was making an important decision, and after a moment’s consideration, he asked, “Would it be alright if I kissed you good night?”

The butterflies swooped and circled at the request. She had become quite accustomed to just allowing kisses to happen, or making them happen if the boy she liked seemed too shy to initiate. Being asked respectfully was a new sensation entirely and she nearly shivered from the pleasure of it. “I’d like that,” she said, and placed her hands softly on his chest.

He leaned his head down and gently pressed his lips to hers. His mouth was soft and inviting, his kiss not a question or a demand, but an affirmation of what he hoped was the beginning of something more. She felt a physical stirring and longed to kiss him more deeply, to fan the spark between them and watch the flames ignite, but he pulled away with a smile. “Good night,” he said, smiling at her and turning to walk down the stairs.

“Good night,” she said, and resisting the urge to add, “Call me!” she let herself into the building. She shut the door tightly behind her and leaned against it, hugging his sweatshirt to her with a grin.

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Good Grades, Part Eight

26 Monday Nov 2012

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“I was hoping you’d say that.” He ran his hands over her hips to the pink plastic button on her shorts. With nimble fingers he popped the fly open and slid the zipper down. He slipped his hand inside and ran his fingers through her damp curls. She gasped and grabbed the edge of his desk to steady herself. His fingers teased her clit, stroking her lightly. “You have a very sweet pussy,” he said. He looked into her eyes and again she found herself lost there. His gaze was unswerving as he touched her, even as her own eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

Without warning, his fingers were inside her, filling her emptiness and she watched his composure slip. He shut his eyes briefly and swallowed hard, licking his lips. “So tight and hot,” was all he murmured as his lips found hers again. He leaned into her and she raised her leg, wrapping it around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper still. He let go of her mouth reluctantly and stepped back, pulling his hand out of her shorts so quickly it made her gasp.

“Why did you stop?”

He stepped back and she could see his erection plainly through his pants. “Slide your shorts off for me, please.” He was breathing hard and watched her intently as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and let her shorts fall to the floor in a crumpled mass of cotton at her feet.

“Like this?” she asked, suddenly feeling exposed and wanting to cover herself with her hands.

He only looked at her from a couple of steps away. “If you had done as I’d asked and come to class like that, with only a little bit of a skirt covering you, I would have been powerless in front of that class. I’d have had trouble keeping my game face in front of a couple hundred undergraduate students. I would have carried the image of your pussy with me all day, remembering how it feels and how it tastes and smells. I would have thought of you all day long. That’s the power you would have had if you’d have done as I asked.”

Janie began to understand.

“But you decided to take the power into your own hands and do not as I asked, but as you wanted. Maybe you even wanted to see what I would do if you went against my instructions.”

Janie nodded and smiled sheepishly.

“If you had followed my instructions, you would have had me wrapped around your finger. You would have had all the power. Do you understand?”

“I do,” she said.

“Good. Now turn around for me, please.”

She turned, and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Like this?”

He smiled back and she felt goosebumps as he slipped up behind her. His hands ran over her soft, round ass appreciatively. “You have a beautiful ass, too.”

“Thank you,” she said, spreading her legs a bit and inviting him to touch her further.

“Tell me, Jane. Have you ever been spanked?”

She blinked. “What? No. Well, not since I was little.”

“Hmm. You have an ass that’s just begging for a spanking.”

His hands were hot on her skin. In a low, rather timid voice, she asked, “Will it hurt?”

He chuckled. “Not really. I could make it hurt, if you wanted me to, but I wouldn’t at first.”

She swallowed hard. “Would you like to spank me?”

She heard his voice catch in the back of his throat. “Yes. I would like to very much.”

She turned her head away from him. “I trust you.”

Slowly, she leaned forward and put her hands on his desk. She arched her back and spread her legs a bit wider for him, her body trembling and tingling with anticipation.

She jumped at the touch of his hand on her bare ass, then giggled nervously as he only stroked her softly, dipping his hand between her legs, turning her laugh into a soft sigh. He rested his left hand on the small of her back and with his right hand, patted her round rump. One light tap, then his fingers inside her again. A second tap, harder this time, followed by more gentle caresses between her thighs.

Each time was a bit harder than the last, always followed by his hand on her cunt, inside her, or flicking lightly over her hard clit. When she felt his fingers slide away, she knew to expect the flat smack of his palm on her ass, and each time, she grew to anticipate it. She craved it.

Her cunt was dripping and swollen, and her ass cheeks were growing hotter with each slap of his hand. She moaned with each blow, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting to feel it sting.

“More,” she said, gripping the edge of the desk in a half-plea, half command. “Faster.”

She gasped at the crack of his palm on her, then a second one, harder still, and a third. Her legs were shaking as again he slid his hands between them and touched her, bringing her closer and closer to coming. “More,” she begged breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

His wet hand smacked against her reddened cheeks, the primal crack of flesh on flesh sounding loud in the small office and making her lose control. She imagined what it looked like to him, what the soft, white globes of her ass looked like reddened and swollen from his hand, of how pink and shining her cunt would look to him as he took her from behind.

As if he could read her mind, she felt his hands part her cheeks and she cried out as he sank to his knees on the rough, industrial carpet and put his mouth on her spread pussy. He lapped at it greedily, running his tongue over her clit and sucking it hard. His hands were rough on the tender, red skin of her ass as he spread her wider, running his tongue from her wet cunt up to the soft, sweet puckered whorl. She squirmed, suddenly embarrassed at the intimate touch on a spot no man had yet explored, but her protests died on her lips as he breached her virgin defenses with his tongue. She felt herself open for him and moaned at the deliciousness of his warm tongue inside her. His fingers were busy in her cunt, filling her, stroking her clit and bringing her close to the edge. She hung on, wanting the exquisite pleasure to last, thrilling at the new and unfamiliar sensations mingling with those she knew so well.

When she finally gave in, when she let herself go and allowed the feelings to crash into her, she cried out, coming hard, leaning back into his mouth and hands, her legs and hands shaking as she tried to remain on her feet.

Only when the last of the throbbing subsided did he pull away from her, leaning back on his heels and easing her gently onto his lap. His arms were around her, holding her close, pressing her red ass against him so that she could feel his need for her. She leaned into him, and when she could again speak, she leaned her head back on his shoulder and whispered, “I want to give you that same pleasure.”

He chuckled. “That’s another lesson for another day.”

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Good Grades, Part Seven.

24 Saturday Nov 2012

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Janie made it to the lecture hall a good fifteen minutes before class was scheduled to begin. She took a spot in the front row center of the nearly empty room and unpacked her books. She reviewed her assignment, looking up every time she heard the side door open.

Dr. Gilbert didn’t arrive until barely three minutes before class began, dropping his bag on the desk with a thud and shutting his phone off before sticking it back in his pocket. He looked up and scanned the front row, his eyes locking on Janie, who had in turn not taken her eyes off him from the moment he walked in. She smiled at him, and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly in response. His eyes shifted downward and she watched a darkness cross his face the way a cloud darkens the landscape on an otherwise sunny day.

She grinned mischievously, tugging at the hem of her madras shorts.

Dr. Gilbert looked away, his smile gone, his face a stony mask. He cleared his throat and in a strong voice, began his lecture.

Janie looked down and swallowed hard, her cheeks burning, hot tears pricking the corner of her eyes. He was displeased with her, that much was certain, and she could feel the anger fill the room like a heavy, damp fog. It chilled her and she wanted to run, but there was nowhere for her to escape. He seemed a different person than the man who had so gently taken her into his office after she had embarrassed herself outside his door.

The ninety-minute class dragged on interminably. She raised her hand to answer the questions he posed, but he looked over her head and called on other students. Finally, she stopped raising her hand and sat meekly, fiddling with her pen and watching the clock.

When class ended, Janie sat in her seat until the hall emptied of students. Dr. Gilbert did not linger, but packed his notes quickly and headed for the side door. Janie called after him, and he turned.

“Aren’t you going to speak to me?” she asked, not knowing what else to say.

He faced her and looked down at her shorts. “I thought we had an agreement about you doing what is assigned to you in exchange for an improved grade.”

“I did what you said,” she said, smiling at him. Lowering her voice, she added, “I’m not wearing panties. You can check if you like.”

He looked at her sternly, his voice low but clear. “You know full well what I wanted from you.”

“I did all the work. I was prepared for class…”

“There was more to our agreement than just homework. You said you would do anything. I expect you to hold up your end and not play games with me. I don’t have time for little girls who play games. You get me?”

Janie nodded.

“I have specific…needs and so do you. There are things you need from me, and there are things I’d like from you. But not if you’re going to jerk me around. If you’ve changed your mind, let me know and you’re free to try to get your grade up over passing without my help.”

Janie felt her lower lip tremble a bit. “I’m sorry,” she said, fighting back tears. “I didn’t realize…I thought we were…”

His voice softened and he put his hand on her arm. “This is neither the time nor the place to discuss it. I’ll be in my office at four. Don’t be late.” He smiled gently at her.

She waited until he was through the door to let a single tear run down her face.

The tears hovered near her lashes all day, threatening to spill forth as she picked at her lunch in the dining hall and while she sat in her civics class, struggling to pay attention.

Stop playing games.

He’d said it twice to her. What did he mean? What games was he talking about?

She stared out the window and chewed on the end of her pen. Her brows knit together as she tried to figure him out. Games. He was the one playing games, wasn’t he? Do this. Wear that…

How did she even wind up playing by his rules in the first place?

She shifted in her seat, confused and uncomfortable in her skin, wanting to get out of there, away from people, away from the droning of the teacher and the shuffling of the students around her. She felt like they could read her thoughts, which were disturbing her enough on their own without the creeping sensation that every one of them was written all over her face.

That he wanted her was certain. Or was it? He said he did, but when given multiple chances, he didn’t claim her. He never really even tried to. He toyed with her, getting her hot and bothered and sending her away unsatisfied.

But never seeking his own satisfaction.

She had offered it, after all. Offered her body in exchange for a piddling D-minus. Why was he making it so hard?

The thoughts swirled around as she tried to make sense of her relationship with Dr. Gilbert. What was it? He had been intimate with her, and the remembrance of his mouth on her, licking and sucking at her clit until it throbbed was enough to set her to shifting in her seat again. And yet, she’d not been asked to call him by his first name. He’d had his fingers inside her, but had not so much as undone a single shirt button.

So many things had become a series of questions since she’d approached him, and she felt the answer was like the end of a string, or a piece of yarn, and once she found it and tugged that the whole of the thing would unravel and be clear. Only she couldn’t worry out that bit to grab onto, and it ate at her.

By the time class dragged painfully to its end, Janie realized she’d heard nothing of the lesson and would have to read twice as carefully to pass the next test, and the thought rolled through her head, she further realized that she was actually giving thought to and making plans for studying. It was another puzzling development, to be sure.

At four o’clock, she was admitted to his office where she put her books on his desk and asked him, quite directly, “Dr. Gilbert, what are we doing here?”

“Could you be more specific?”

“This. What are we doing? What are…we? Are we…? Is this a thing?” She struggled to find the words, and when none of them made sense, she let them flow anyway. “What I mean is, I don’t know if my offer was…accepted, or not. I don’t know how long I’m supposed to be playing this game that I don’t know the rules to. I’m not even sure what we’d call this ‘thing’ we’ve got going on…” Her voice sped up as she talked, and she knew she sounded petulant, but as she began to speak, all the thoughts she’d sifted through came tumbling out in disjointed phrases and half-remembered points. It frustrated her, and she felt the annoying tears well up again, much to her dismay.

When she’d stopped talking, Dr. Gilbert rose and took her hand. “You’re looking for some reassurances, aren’t you?” he asked. When she nodded, he smiled softly at her. “Jane, you’re a beautiful girl, and what’s more, you know it. I’ve known a lot of girls and women like you. Confident. Sexy. Smart—but lazy.” Janie frowned, and he ran his thumb over her full lower lip. “You know it’s true. You thought it would be easier to come in here and offer to sleep with me than it would be to actually study. I bet you even figured I’d be a pretty easy mark, that I’d accept your proposal on the spot.”

Janie blushed, but her voice was steady. “Didn’t you?”

He only smiled again. “I haven’t had sex with you yet, have I?”

She shook her head. “Why haven’t you? Don’t you like me?”

He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She shivered a little as he pulled her body against his. “I haven’t taken you for a few reasons. First of all, because I’m a professor and you’re an undergraduate, and fucking you is unethical and could cost me my job. And I like my job.” He ran his cheek along hers and she felt the goosebumps rise from the feeling of his warm lips on her neck. “Second, I haven’t yet given into your substantial charms because I spent my own years as an undergraduate at the mercy of girls just like you.” His voice was low, but it took on an edge, even as his fingers cupped her breast and teased her nipple into a hard point. “I’ve known plenty of girls full of sexual power who thought nothing of using a bit of pussy to get what they wanted—be it a seat in a crowded lounge or a passing grade.”

His hand found the hem of her shirt and slid underneath, pulling down the cup of her bra and freeing her breast. He tugged the hard nipple, making her gasp with pleasure. “I haven’t fucked you yet because at the moment, I’m just a means to an end for you.” He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, drawing a soft moan from her parted lips. He let it go, releasing it with a gentle bounce and with his lips a whisper away from hers, he looked deep into her eyes. “But that’s changing. You can feel it, and it’s got you off-balance.” She nodded slightly. “I promise you this: when I do finally spread your legs and slide my cock inside you, it’s not going to be for a grade, or as an exchange of services, or as some sort of display of your sexual power. It’s going to be because you can’t live without it.”

This time, when his lips covered hers, she returned his kiss hungrily.

He kissed her deeply and with considerable skill, at turns drawing her into him with his seeking tongue, forceful and insistent, and then pulling away so his touch was whisper soft, his kisses a question awaiting her response.

Janie felt herself melt in his arms, his words swirling through her brain and brushing against other thoughts—other words and phrases—and she felt the familiar rooting around for that loose end, for that little bit of information that would unravel all the rest and make things clear. She couldn’t think with his lips on her, and with difficulty, she pushed him away.

His cool eyes appraised her as she stepped away from him, pulling her clothing back into place. She was breathing hard and her cotton shorts were damp with desire. “I’m sorry,” she said. She shook her head from side to side as if doing so would help shake her thoughts into place. “I don’t understand. What am I to you?”

He stepped closer to her and gently brushed a tendril of hair off her forehead. “You are my student. I can and will help you get your grades up because I’m a hell of a teacher.” He smiled and wove his fingers through her thick hair, pulling her head back slightly. He pressed his lips to her neck and kissed a soft trail down to the deep cleft between her breasts. “But you’ve offered your body to me as well as your brain. I won’t lie. The idea of helping you realize your true sexual power and how to use it—well, that’s a pretty exciting proposition.” He stood, and pulled her close again so that his lips brushed against hers as soft as butterfly wings as he spoke, his voice low and sensual. “There are so many things you have yet to learn that you just can’t get from books or in a classroom.”

A breath away from her, his hands strong on her body, she felt a tug and the great giving way of her tangled thoughts. She looked deep into his eyes, letting herself fall willingly into their depths.

“Teach me.”

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