Authors: Kelly Clark
I massaged his member outside his pants; he was getting harder with each rub. He pulled me in closer for a kiss which I cherished. The tenderness of his lips and the eagerness of which he gave them to me was turning me on more.
His arms wrapped around my skinny torso and he ran his hand along the small of my back. I leaned down and unzipped his zipper to free his throbbing member. With a light
tug,
it revealed itself to me.
I ran my hand up and down his
shaft,
and he leaned his body back, letting out light moans of pleasure with each stroke. I took his free hand and moved it between my legs. He did as I wanted and rubbed his hand up and along my freshly shaven slit.
Then I took him
inside
my mouth, as much of it as I could. His salty juices were already starting to flow from the tip, and I lapped them up.
He undid my tight jeans and forced his hand down inside. His fingers
made round
motions around my
clit,
and I could feel my panties starting to soak.
I bobbed on his rock hard manhood for a few more strokes before I leaned back and shoved off my bottoms. He did the same.
He looked at my bare womanhood, licking his lips. In a quick motion he bore down on my dripping wet sex; playing excitedly with every part of me.
His tongue flicked
over
my clit in
wonderful
circles that shot waves of pleasure through my head. I thought I might burst from the sensation alone, but it seemed he had other plans.
He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my tiny breasts and nipples for his enjoyment. I felt a little shy, but wanted him to see, so I opened my legs a little wider and arched my back.
He crawled
along
the seat, stealing another kiss from my lips. I could feel him rubbing his beast along my wetness. He wasted no time and pushed himself into me with a forceful lunge. It had been a long time since I had felt the sensation of another person entering me, and I was glad it was him doing it.
His member pulled me apart, and I relished every inch. I moaned loudly, and this just turned him on more. I could feel him throb from inside.
Then he began to pump, exiting, and entering me. He began to get rough, and I liked it. With every thrust, he came in a little harder. I wrapped my hands around his neck so that I wouldn’t fly away. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled himself into me as far as he could.
My body ached with passion, and sensations I’d never felt before were flooding me from my head to my fingertips. I started feeling all tingly while he continued his onslaught of passionate thrusting.
I felt it small at first, and then it became a cascading wave of sensation. My body tensed and my toes curled. He wasn’t far
behind;
I could feel his body tighten, pulling me in for one final thrust before releasing himself inside.
When my orgasm finally stopped, I realized I hadn’t taken a breath
in
more than a minute and felt incredibly winded. He pulled himself out, slowly.
“Looks like we’ll need to practice if we’re going to make the playoffs,” I said, jokingly.
“Which one of us is the coach,” he asked.
“I’ll take your tips anytime,” I said.
He rolled his eyes and fell atop me for another kiss. We didn’t leave our little
perch
until the sun started peaking over the horizon. My body was sore and bruised and satisfied.
6.
I wanted to see him almost immediately after he dropped me off at my house. I wanted to go home with him and forget I was a student. I wanted to forget that he was more than ten years older than I was, but all these things kept wracking my head with guilt.
I didn’t
want
to get him fired for sleeping with a student, which was a possibility if anyone found out.
The day passed by miserably, I stared at my phone wishing that he’d call me with the number I had left with him. He didn’t call.
When I woke up the next morning I did my best to stay casual but
I
couldn’t, I needed to see him again.
There was a good chance he would be back at the practice field with the team, so that would be the best place to start.
I put on some of my new clothes and rushed out the front door. When I got out there, I saw his car already parked on the street corner, with him waiting inside.
I happily danced my way to the passenger side.
“Sandy, we can’t do this,” he said.
I was shocked to hear the words; I had wanted to spend another afternoon together.
“Why,” I questioned.
“Because
I’m a
teacher,
and you’re a student. I can’t be more than that. Please understand.”
“I ca
n’t understand
why you would want to turn away something that feels so right,” I said.
He looked at me and let out another long drawn out sigh.
“You know, you
really
are the right person at the wrong time,” he said.
I could feel myself welling up with tears as he said it. I leaned into the passenger door and pried it open.
“I’ll be watching the game from the stands, make sure it’s a winner,” I said, slamming the door shut with a squeak.
He smiled, and that was all.
I spent the rest of the day trying in vain to study. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything had happened. My mind raced uncontrollably, wondering what I could do to keep this from ending for real. There had to be something that would let me be close to the person that I liked, without getting him fired in the process.
It occurred to me that the age difference was a little more than I would have liked. With age comes experience, though, and I would have
liked
to take advantage of his experience.
I pictured the kiss we shared before parting ways the other day. It was like a dream.
When studying didn’t work out, I decided to try spending some time with Jennie. Thankfully she was unavailable; I couldn’t imagine
trying
to share my experience with Jeff. I’m sure she would have just laughed it off as some
kind of
drama that I was
trying
to stir up.
So, I found myself lying in bed the remainder of the day, remembering every little caress and sensation I felt during our night of passion.
I awoke the next morning in odd sorts. The depression of knowing that something so wonderful was coming to an
end
before it even began, weighed heavily in my heart. I met up with Jennie for a tailgate party before the game.
I’m normally the one preaching
sobriety
but was feeling much the opposite. I drank more than my fair share. Nobody
really
minded, the just figured I had finally cracked myself out of my anti-social shell. Perhaps they were right. The last few days had been rather
eye-opening
for me, and I was beginning to discover who I had become.
I watched Jeff throughout most of the game, barely paying attention to the
game
. I cheered when the crowd cheered, but my brain
was clogged
with thought. Jennie chatted
at
me
constantly
, I just smiled and nodded. I doubt she
really
noticed my lack of interest.
The team was on fire; which was good as Jeff looked a bit too deep in thought to
really
get his head in the game. Brad took control and led the team to a relatively easy win. When they ran
for
the locker room, Jeff stood behind, lingering for a while on the field.
I excused myself from
Jennie,
and she ran off to join her boyfriend, the recent winner. I waited in my seat for the crowd to thin out before saying anything. I only approached when we were almost alone in the stadium.
“Congrats on the win,” I said.
He swiveled his
head
and
gave me a nod
and a smile.
“It doesn’t get any easier,” he replied.
I sat
myself
beside him, still
keeping, at least,
an arms-length of distance between us in case anyone was watching.
“Winning?”
“No, parting ways,” he said.
“Are you leaving?” I asked.
“Not sure. Fate is dealing us a bad hand, isn’t it?”
“The
worst
,” I replied.
He picked up his things and started walking away. I waited a moment, thinking that I could just let him go, but I wouldn’t let it happen so easy.
“Jeff, I can’t say goodbye like this,” I said.
He swiveled on his heel and turned to face me.
“Then don’t,” he replied.
I ran over to him, tackling him to the ground and planting a kiss square on his cheek. He started to push me off, but I held on tighter.
Then I saw an old look in his eye, something mischievous.
“Ten minutes, my office,” he said while standing back up.
I nodded and started feeling giddy about the time we were about to spend together. I sat down on the chair nearby and stared at the clock on my phone. I wondered if I should wait five minutes before
I
left, or if I should be late and make an entrance.
I chose the latter.
I went into the women’s restroom nearby and locked myself inside the handicapped stall. I stripped out of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them inside my overly large handbag. Then I threw my somewhat short coat over my skinny naked body.
I stole away in the night, feeling my heartbeat quicken with each step I took towards his office. I was already a
couple of
minutes
late, but didn’t want to get caught, so I went slowly to make sure nobody was watching.
I knocked twice on his door, and he answered readily, pulling me
inside
the office and shutting the door immediately.
The blinds in the
office
were all
shut
, and the lights were all off; save for a single candle that
was lit
on
the middle of his desk.
I jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss which he readily accepted. When his arms hugged around me, I believe he noticed how little I was wearing.
I felt his hand stroking
along
my leg that
was wrapped
around his waist. His hand kept grasping further up my thigh until he found the prize waiting for him.
I quivered and moaned as he ran his finger along my wet slit. I lowered myself down to the floor, letting the candlelight
dance
shadows across his face.
He pushed my coat over my shoulders and took in the sight of my naked body again, hungry and ready for more.
I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he caressed my sides. I enjoyed the
tingle
that would run up my spine with each passing moment.
With his shirt off, I began to work
at
his trousers. Now free from our clothing, we explored each other bodies. We were hungry to memorize every last detail in case this was our last chance at seeing one another.
He pulled me in for a hug; I stayed there just feeling his warmth as much as I could. His hand found my
bottom,
and he squeezed my flesh hard. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted to let him.
In one motion he picked me up and sat me on his desk. Then he kissed my neck, leading down to my pert little nipples. He spent some time kissing and sucking on each one. The sensation made my chest feel flush with excitement. I kissed him along his neck and dug my hands into his hair.
He rolled me over on the desk, forcing my butt to the sky. I wanted him to see me, all of me. With my chest not resting on the top of his cold
desk,
he began rubbing his hands along my back, massaging my tense muscles with his powerful hands.
Then he leaned over me and kissed my neck from behind. I could feel his throbbing member rubbing along my dripping wet sex and bucked my hips to stop him from teasing me.
He grabbed my hips and held me down to the desk. Then, I could feel him start to slide inside me. His manhood stretched me in just the right ways, and the sensation of
being filled
was causing me to explode.
I could already feel another orgasm starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. I enjoyed every motion as he slid inside and out, forcing my hips into the desk harder each time.