Breaking The Rules – An EXCLUSIVE Never Before Published Romance Story

Kendrick West is struggling to get a degree in economics. Her teacher isn’t one to grade on a curve. His ethics are well known to be above reproach. Kendrick feels trapped and is seeing her plans for the future slipping through her fingers. Her best friend suggests something drastic. It’s not something she’s comfortable doing. It’s a last resort. How can she look at herself in the mirror and recognize the woman looking back?

Hartley Garrett doesn’t believe in handouts. He wants the next generation to know the meaning of hard work. He failed in his own family life and won’t let that happen to another under his watch. His love life is nonexistent. Paying for it that one time was a mistake. Kendrick makes him yearn to recapture his youth. A blackmail scheme is making him edgy. He doesn’t know who is responsible for the photos. His suspicion is on Kendrick. It leads to some awkward moments. Will they break the rules for the wrong reasons?

 

Chapter one

Kendrick

Watching these people go about their day was a little draining. Nobody really knew anybody’s story. Serving coffee was my way of making it through college on a shoestring budget. I wasn’t one of the fortunate ones to have their parents foot the bill. I had to burn the candles at both ends to make ends meet.

The smell of the coffee was intoxicating. These people depended on their caffeine fix for the day. It was when they hit that wall in the afternoon that they came rushing through the doors. I mostly had to handle those drunken frat boys in the wee hours of the morning.

Their orders were somewhat confusing. There was no such thing as black coffee. Everybody had something particular they wanted to add. Cinnamon and whipped cream were common.

“Kendrick, I don’t know how you can have a smile on your face. The bills keep piling up. You can’t keep up this pace without becoming exhausted. Professor Garrett is the problem. I’ve had professors like him in the past. There’s only one thing they listen to.” Tamara had this raw sexuality I was envious of.

The girl was endowed and knew how to use her body to get what she wanted. I was saving myself for marriage. It was antiquated, but I still felt like there was somebody out there for me.

“Are you suggesting that I flirt to get a better grade? I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I can’t play those games with a straight face. I’ve watched you. I can’t even imagine being that open with my sexuality.” She had tried to tell me stories about her conquests but I would only roll my eyes with frustration.

“You have all the tools in your quiver of tricks. Nothing speaks louder than a blond woman with a body that just won’t quit. He would be a damn fool to turn you down. It’s not like you have to go all the way. Sometimes it’s more than enough for them to see you in a different light.” She was enforcing the stereotype of a blond airhead with no brains in her head.

“I would rather use my intellect to get ahead. Using those unsavory methods would only make me feel awkward in my own skin. I’ve seen others try the same tactic and fail miserably.” Professor Garrett was a tough nut to crack.

I did feel this extra bit of heat between my legs when I was in close proximity to him. There was a certain freedom in fantasizing about him. I couldn’t help but notice the way that he would look at me out of the corner of his eye.

He didn’t think I was aware of his fascination. I began going to class sometimes without panties. The attention made me feel desirable. I did it for no other reason than to give him a thrill. It had nothing to do with my grades and they reflected it.

“I don’t want you to end up in this place for the rest of your life. A little sacrifice will go a long way to secure your future. Think about it.” I had been thinking about it, but the very idea of playing with his emotions made me feel dirty inside.

“I might be the last woman on the planet who doesn’t use her god given assets. I’ve never tried to flirt my way out of a ticket. It’s not in my nature.” Those natural urges came over me when I least expected them.

The subject of those fantasies came in the form of Professor Garrett. I imagined him undressing to the beat of some rock and roll tempo. I would enjoy the spectacle and giggle with this intense need that needed to be fulfilled. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Those thoughts sometimes bled into the classroom environment.

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? You may not have noticed, but guys have been undressing you with their eyes from the moment you came through those doors a couple of months ago. There have been a few in particular who have asked about your story.” Tamara had everything going for her including her chocolate tinted skin.

I was exact opposite with porcelain features with the slight build of 5’2 and 135 pounds. I had no problem attracting the attention of the opposite sex without even trying. I didn’t put myself out there or go to extreme measures to capture an unlikely victim into the web of my depravity.

The coffee shop was buzzing with the sound of keyboards plugged into the Internet. This age of technology had left me high and dry. I needed a laptop. I was saving my money to buy the one I had found sitting in the pawn shop across the street. The guy had no wiggle room on the price. He was standing firm.

“I know you have no problem getting guys to do your bidding. One look in their direction and they fall head over heels panting to be near you. I don’t know if I would like the person looking back at me in the mirror. I have to live with the decisions I make every day.” The noose of my student loans was around my neck.

My parents were depending on me to walk a different path than they did when they were younger. They were living vicariously through me. The road to riches wasn’t paid with good intentions. My future employment was right there within my reach. My grades were slipping and I only had myself to blame.

I was letting him get underneath my skin. The first few weeks I made a conscious effort to keep my head down. It worked, but it was only a temporary fix. My heart palpitated every time I saw him wearing his tweed coat with the patches on the elbows.

“You make me sound like some kind of whore. I like men in various shapes and sizes. Being away at school gives us a chance to spread our wings sexually. One day I’m going to settle down with the one I love and have the white picket fence. Sewing my oats give me the opportunity to experience everything life has to offer on a silver platter.

“I meant no disrespect. I’m envious of your free spirit. I wish that I could forget about my obligations for even a little while. My life consists of going to classes and then working until 2:00 AM. My parents are proud of me. There are moments I want to go backpacking in Europe for a year to find myself.” I had never rebelled in my life always doing what was expected of me.

“There’s going to come a day when you are going to let go. The guy is going to be in for a rude awakening. Being sexually stunted is going to build with pressure until something has to give.” My shift was almost up and tomorrow was the big day of my conversation with Professor Garrett behind closed doors.

He had singled me out and requested a moment of my time before class. He was the type to take a personal interest in his students. It was only when he found one not living up to his or her potential. Sitting in front of him was going to make the sexual tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I’ve never taken you for the adventurous type. Living in the bubble of academia is where you thrive. There’s no better excuse to sit on the sidelines than to stick your head in a book. Live a little and you will be surprised at the results.” I was on the shelf with a layer of dust and nobody had come around to open up the pages to my story.

The apron I was wearing was stained with coffee. It was still a work in progress how to handle the cappuccino machine. It was a finicky mistress. Only a select few had the magic touch. Tamara was an idiot savant when it came to mastering its controls. With a flourish of a showman, she was able to bring in the crowd by putting on a show worthy of the price of admission for a cup of coffee.

I wanted Professor Garrett to recognize what was right in front of him. The best way to accomplish such a feat was to be subtle. I might have been a little scandalous by wearing no panties, but I never crossed the line in the sand by spreading my legs.

It was delicious to be unencumbered and pretend that he was vividly aware of my current condition.

There were a few outfits in Tamara’s closet. I never thought I would be caught dead wearing any of them. She was going back home for a few days to recharge. I could raid her closet and she wouldn’t be any of the wiser.

“I might take your advice to heart. There has been a certain young man. I didn’t want to say anything to jinx it. Having you away for a few days will help me to step outside of my comfort zone. I don’t have to be the same woman. I can reinvent myself and transform into a butterfly.” I took off my apron and clocked out with my bicycle sitting behind the counter.

“I like this new side of you. Words are nothing without actions to back them up. I want to hear every detail when I come back. Don’t be shy about dropping a few of those dollars on lingerie. Never make a promise that you can’t keep.” The red paint on my bicycle was peeling, but it was still one of the best on the market today.

I pedaled like mad through the park until I came to my dormitory. I always felt like somebody was watching me from behind. It was the reason for the brisk pace without looking back. The shadows cast upon the walls gave me a moment of pause.

Once inside, I made sure the door was secure and I dove under the covers in my private sanctuary away from my troubles. This was my safe place. The outside world was scary, but I was determined to take it by storm. Professor Garrett wasn’t going to recognize me.

Tamara was known to stumble in at odd hours of the day and night. This night wasn’t going to be any different. She had already set her sights on her next mark. The young man with the dimples had no idea what he was getting himself into. He was going to take the walk of shame in the morning with her lipstick marking her territory on various parts of his body. I could hope to say the same thing when Professor Garrett taught me a few lessons that weren’t in the handbook. It was wishful thinking.

Chapter two

Hartley

I wanted the next generation to know the value of a good education. I had tenure and I wasn’t going to do anything to rock the boat. These fresh faces needed discipline and a firm hand to keep them on the straight and narrow.

I wasn’t immune to the lingering glances of those female students. There were a few who tried their hand at sleeping their way to a better grade. None of them could hold a candle to the one that got away. It wasn’t her fault. Cancer had this funny way of attacking an unsuspecting victim.

There were moments over the last two years I felt like I was going through the motions. I had no joy and no reason to open up my eyes in the morning with a smile on my face. My students gave me hope. I saw their eager young minds begging for direction. Their parents wanted them to find their path in life.

“I had one wearing this top leaving very little to the imagination. I could seriously consider reclaiming my youth by living in the moment. My marriage has been an effort in boredom. Everything is the same and nothing changes.” Jasper didn’t know what a good thing he had in Diana.

I had made the mistake of transferring my grief into unrequited feelings for her. She was the one to remind me of how easily it would be to fall into the arms of another. Diana made me realize the loss I had suffered crippled me emotionally.

“I know exactly which one you’re talking about. Be very careful. It’s widely known she likes to record those moments for posterity. Once it’s in the cloud there’s no taking it back.” He got this look and was most likely thinking about how Diana would take him to the cleaners for his marital infidelity.

“There’s no harm in looking. I prime myself by thinking about them in the bedroom. I can become an animal in the sack given the right motivation. I know I shouldn’t keep these photographs on my phone, but I can’t bring myself to delete them.” I had seen some of those photographs and they definitely had the ability to put a man in the right frame of mind.

“It’s a bit of a risk. The one time you don’t use password protection is when you will lose everything.” I had gotten desperate with my need for female companionship.

I didn’t feel very good about what I did. I tried to forget about it. She was always on the corner at the end of the day. The temptation to revisit the past was strong. I wasn’t going to ruin the one thing in my life that made sense.

“Hartley, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Everybody can see the way that you felt about her until the end. The heartfelt speech you made at the funeral was touching. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. You lost a piece of yourself and haven’t been able to find it.” I wanted to act like I was a child again with no worries, but there was no going back.

The warmth of the cup of tea in my hand reminded me there were still a few days before the weekend. I had no regrets about the way that I took my position as an educator seriously. There were times I felt like the world was passing me by. I had to continually remind myself the pain would lessen over time.

“I don’t want you to do anything that’s going to land you on my couch. When you are thinking with the head between your legs is when you’re going to get yourself into trouble. It whispers to you in the middle of the night when the bed is cold and lonely.” I had some interest from the female population, but none of them could measure up.

“I have a family and that’s more than most people can say. This is just talking between friends to blow off some steam. I would never consider doing anything to make me the laughingstock of the community.” Jasper was a notorious flirt.

His playboy looks and playful attitude made him a magnet to those of impressionable minds. He liked to think he was immune to it, but he wasn’t. He had almost slipped three times. I was always there to talk him down from the ledge. The dream he was living could be shattered by a stupid decision to walk on the wild side.

“You can always call me.” I was his unspoken sponsor for an addiction he didn’t seem to think he had.

“You’ve always been my rock. Friendship comes with some hardships. I’ve never strayed physically, but mentally is another story.” He had skirted the possibility of doing something reprehensible.

“You are addicted to the attention of those with very little experience. They see you as a road to the pleasure they can’t find with men their own age. They lead with their heart on their sleeve.” I never had children, but I always thought I would make a great father.

“You are living in a different world. It’s been a long time. Don’t you think it’s about time that you get back on the dating horse? You have these women eating out of the palm of your hand in the classroom. You make economics sound more interesting. I’ve heard the whispers behind your back.” I could be harsh, but they had to know life was hard from the very beginning.

“I know some of their remarks are not flattering. A healthy hate will force them to open up their eyes to the reality. They can’t skate through life on their looks. They can’t depend on sports to make them a boatload of money. Things happen to change everything. They have to be ready for the rug to be pulled out from underneath them.” I wasn’t very good at following my own advice, but I could save them from themselves.

“There have been a few who were quite vocal about your classroom techniques. They see you as one the last ones to care. It makes you appealing. It’s a little galling to know what kind of power you have over them and don’t do anything about it.” I couldn’t bring the pain of heartbreak on top of their classroom workload.

I knew them all by name never treating them like a number. Their lives had only commenced with many forks in the road in their future. I couldn’t run around without seeing some young lady giving me more than a casual hello with their eyes.

“I feel a little guilty. I don’t want them to think I’m easy pickings. A classroom is a sacred place of learning. I would never mar their experience by becoming intimately acquainted with them.” I was a single widow with nobody to cook me a home-cooked meal.

I took it upon myself to learn some culinary techniques. No longer was I content with eating out of cardboard boxes or spending my hard earned dollars on takeout. Eating alone in a restaurant was depressing. The pity I saw in their eyes made it a one and only occurrence.

I found solace in books on various subjects. The story had to be engaging and compelling enough to keep me on the edge of my seat. I wanted to second guess my answer to the killer’s identity. The twists and turns in a novel worthy of contention were where I found myself living through the characters.

“I hate to tell you this. This hurt puppy dog act is working for you. Go to your class today and look around without the blinders on. You’ll see the effect you have on the opposite sex.” I had a meeting before class with Kendrick.

Going to college could be a daunting task for anyone. She had shown promise and then she suffered a decline in her grades. I wanted to get to the bottom of it. She was a great mind with her whole life ahead of her.

“I’m not going to play this game with you of all people. There are always two sides to every story. They don’t really find me attractive. It’s a very simple matter of transference. They demand their parents’ approval. When they don’t get it they turn towards me for what they can’t get at home.” A confession was good for the soul, but their fantasies could probably make a grown sailor blush on shore leave.

“There’s nothing holding you back. Don’t let their young age fool you. Their generation isn’t into hesitation. They want instant gratification in many forms. Sex for them is about the endurance and the journey. They want a teacher.” It brought to mind the vivid image of me holding onto a yardstick.

“I know you are looking for some excitement in your life. You can’t use their lack of morality against me. I won’t get caught up in the trap of wanting anything more than their respect. Their future depends on hard work and dedication. What kind of message are we sending when we give them a free ride?” My life in education gave me a purpose.

The love I shared for five years was the best of both worlds. She was my best friend and lover. Those explosive nights had given the neighbors a reason to look at us strangely in the morning.

She was a woman who expressed herself freely. It was often and vocal with her guiding me with encouraging words.

“Can’t you let me have this one? I value your friendship. You would be doing us both a favor.” He wanted to see things through my eyes, but my interest in those looking at me from a sea of faces was nothing more than academic concern.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to find somebody else. I still think about her more than I like to admit. This wedding ring symbolizes the love we had for one another. I can’t take it off.” I was getting choked up and the grief felt like it had happened only yesterday.

“You’re no fun. I could be your wingman. It would give me a modicum of pleasure to hook you up with some available piece of ass. I do have the gift when it comes to seduction.” I would only be doing it for him and it wasn’t enough.

“She was the love of my life. Nobody can ever take her place in my life. I can’t even bring myself to donate her belongings to charity. I know it’s not possible, but I swear I can smell her every time I go into the bedroom.” The tweed jacket and patches on the elbow with the glasses made me appear studious.

I’d taken on the guise of my father back in the day. He was my benchmark when it came to addressing my students. I learned the next generation was built on the shoulders of my tutelage. One wrong move could send them down a dangerous path of least resistance.

“It’s been long enough. I’ve respected your right to privacy. Ask any woman and they will tell you it’s a crying shame to keep yourself in dry dock. A lot of playboy wannabes are making it hard for them to see a good man. You can be their shining beacon of hope.” I stopped at my office and I could see her through the crack in the door sitting with her hands demurely on her knees.

“We’re going to have to pick up this discussion later.” I dismissed him and he walked away not exactly getting the answer he was looking for.

I stood at the threshold seeing her in that black skirt down to her knees. Kendrick was one of those who idolized me. I didn’t feel right about being put on a pedestal. The fall from grace was a long way down.

“Kendrick, I’m glad that you could come to see me on short notice. I know you have a busy schedule and I don’t want to put anything more on your shoulders. You can still bounce back.” I sat down and in time to feel the length of my cock springing into action.

“I know I’m letting you down. It’s the last thing I want to do. I appreciate how you have taken an interest in me. Your reputation precedes you. The high standards you put on your students is for their own good. I don’t want any favoritism or special treatment.” She made me think the future wasn’t hopeless.

The shelves behind me were littered with literary masterpieces. Some were collector items. I had read each one twice. There was something tangible about the written word. The mind-numbing drivel on television had me turning the channel.

“This is just a hiccup on your road to economic excellence. You have a firm grasp on the subject matter. It was surprising to see your slow decline. I wanted to get you in here and find out if there’s anything I can do to help.” A simple touch wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy the craving for youthful enthusiasm.

“I could use some extra tutoring, but there aren’t enough hours in the day. My schedule is erratic. I couldn’t make a firm commitment.” She was begging for some kind of assistance and I couldn’t turn her down in her hour of need.

The smell of the leather bound books reminded me of how my father spent his off hours. Watching him immerse into the stories made me realize there was a whole different world waiting for me. I became a sponge for any story that made me think outside of conventional lines.

“I’ve never done this before, but there’s always a first time for everything. My schedule is wide open. Come by anytime with questions. I’m going to give you my address. I don’t want you to share it with anybody else.” I could see the pressure to exceed in her eyes.

Those green pools of persuasion had me thinking it was a mistake to have her come to my place.

There was a file folder on my desk that escaped my notice. I didn’t remember leaving it there. Everything had its place. This was an anomaly worthy of my curiosity.

I ripped off a piece of paper and slid it in front of her. I flipped open the folder with my heart in my mouth.

The photos inside the file folder caused me to push back from the desk like somebody had slapped me across the face with a rolled up a newspaper.

The explicit acts committed to memory were no longer a drunken mistake a couple of weeks after my wife died. A post-it said that they would be in touch. This was a blackmail scheme and I was going to have to wait patiently to see what their demands were.

I looked up in time to watch the view from behind. She was a delight. I was looking forward to speaking to her in a language she could understand. The long shadow of my mistake was following me around like a dark cloud over my head.

Kendrick’s dazzling smile lessened the weight of the anvil on my chest.

Chapter three

Kendrick

He was distracted, but I could feel him watching me from behind. His burning desire made my buns feel his intense stare. My panties were sticking to me like a second skin.

I had to stop in the bathroom before class to take the edge off by taking matters into my own hands. It was a pale comparison to the real thing. I did manage to stanch my desire temporarily. It wasn’t enough to keep me from thinking about him inappropriately.

He walked by my desk several times with his fingers momentarily making contact with the back of my hand. It made me bite my bottom lip with this overwhelming need to jump into his arms.

“I want your projects on my desk by Monday morning at the latest. I will post the results by Monday afternoon. This wasn’t meant as a punishment. It incorporates everything you have learned through this semester. I’m doing what I can to prepare you for the real world. Some of you may have taken exception to that.” I could feel his judgment when he scanned the room.

There were murmurs of dissent, but nobody was standing up to take any sort of blame. They were looking at each other trying to gauge who he was directing his comments to. I had a few thoughts on that particular subject. It was obvious something had been done against the professor.

“Life is hard. This is where you learn to stand up on your own. It’s nothing personal. Remember that before you cast stones at glass houses. If you don’t know what that means then I would suggest that you look it up.” There were two young men whispering underneath their breath with laughter behind his back.

The classroom was designed to give each student the sense of being more than a statistic. The steps leading up to the exit were surrounded by students on each side.

“I will ask that you refrain from talking in my classroom. I have no tolerance for jocularity. Keep your locker room antics with the snapping of towels behind closed doors. I have the authority to bench you at my discretion.” He was fighting fire with fire attempting to squash whatever it was that was keeping him up at nights.

It was interesting to see him work the room with the eye of the tiger. He made some nervous. There were others caught in the glare of his disapproving eyes.

“I cheated last year on an exam.”

“My parents didn’t know I was drinking their liquor.”

“I killed my pet gerbil when I was five.”

“I’ve never been able to come out of the closet.”

“I ate a whole cake after a breakup.” The chorus of confessions made me smile.

He walked around with this stern stare with ice water running through his veins. The professor was able to make those living in the sin of regret come clean. He would have made a fine priest with a sermon to make the church standing room only.

He stopped in front of the two young men wearing their lettermen jackets. They thought it was one big joke. They squirmed in their seats uncomfortable with the silence of his unspoken accusations.

His hands were behind his back and he had their undivided attention. I could only imagine what he could make me do under the cover of darkness. It was a profound and wild thought.

I passed his house every morning. I knew he was naked under the covers. I wanted to be the one to comfort him with the protection of my warm embrace.

“I drove drunk and run over a small unsuspecting dog.”

“I put on my sister’s clothing.” He turned, but I could tell he wasn’t satisfied with their answers.

He was apparently looking something more and didn’t find it. It made him go through the rest of the class by sticking to the text. He was usually more animated to get the students involved. His heart wasn’t into it.

At the end of the class, he didn’t even stand and deliver his proclamation. He comfortably made his opinion clear from his desk.

“I will expect to have everybody’s projects on my desk on time. There will be no exceptions. You know who I’m talking to.” Everybody filed out, but I stuck around after the class had emptied out.

“Professor Garrett, I was wondering if I could have a few words. I know this is highly unusual, but I feel you could use somebody to talk to. We could kill two birds with one stone with a tutoring session. There’s no reason for us to have tongues wagging by going back to your place.” The temperature in the room was stifling and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I don’t think that I would make good company. Everybody has free will, but some use theirs to make others suffer. I know I can be tough, but it’s the only way that you’re going to be prepared for the real world.” He was shuffling papers and then he tossed them in the air in frustration.

“Tell me what has you on edge. Anything said will be put in the vault where it belongs. I wouldn’t dream of telling anybody those deep dark and forbidden secrets you keep to yourself. We all have them in varying degrees. To voice them will make you feel better.” I sat on the edge of his desk with my shoe dangling from my foot.

“I do my best and this is the thanks I get. They don’t know the kind of stress I am under. Those here on a sports scholarship depend on a good grade. I can’t give them something that I’m not comfortable with. The pressure is sometimes too much for anybody to endure.” I put my hand on his shoulder and I could feel the knots in the tree trunk of his arms.

I don’t know what compelled me, but it wasn’t long before I was kneading his muscles like a baker does with dough. Massaging him certainly did give me ideas to make a grown man blush.

“You have a moral compass. It’s something you should be proud of. Very few in this day and age have any sense of ethics. Girls think the battle of the sexes is still going on. We won that war, but we continually feel this need to break those glass ceilings. There are those who give us a bad name by trying to seduce to get a better grade. I’m not one of them. I never will be.” It didn’t mean I couldn’t imagine the possibilities and the number of positions we could get into under the covers.

“I need to leave before I do something I’m going to regret. In my state of mind, I can’t be expected to act in a gentlemanly way. I’m giving you fair warning. The way that you touch me makes me yearn for my youth. You pull me in with the gravity of your words.” The knots were coming undone and there was a sigh of contentment coming from his lips.

“I might be impressionable, but I do know what I’m doing. I’m not under the influence and this has nothing to do with peer pressure. I get excited every time I walk into your class. I can’t even begin to describe to you how my body becomes a prisoner of your eyes.” He pushed me away and walked towards the front of the room.

His briefcase was in front of him to hide his obvious arousal. I wanted him to lower it for a split second to satisfy my curiosity. Girls had stated emphatically in the bathroom he was blessed in a certain department. Nobody had gotten close enough to find out the truth.

I wanted to be the first one. There was no way that I could leave him alone. I knew where he lived. Chasing him down the hall in a mad effort to be alone with him was tantamount to educational suicide.

I was going to lose by default. There was no way that he could promise a future for the two of us. I was falling into a dozen traps. I tried to avoid them, but I was in the claws of his seduction. I saw him bumbling with his keys in the lock of his green Chevy Tahoe in the parking lot.

He finally produced them and tapped on the FOB. The locks disengaged and I leaped into the passenger side without even thinking about it. I strapped my seat belt over my form and didn’t even bother to look in his direction.

“You are playing with fire. I don’t want you to get burned. I’m already going to hell for even thinking these thoughts. It’s not right. You’re old enough to be my daughter. God help me for even contemplating getting physical with you.” Professor Garrett was showing signs of his delightful disposition.

The fabric of his pants had stretched to accommodate the length of his member. I put my hand in his lap and found no resistance. I could vividly photograph what he was in possession of in my mind’s eye. I wanted to touch him. I had dreamed of it. Doing it was a revelation of Biblical proportions.

“I like to play with matches. I don’t mind getting my fingers singed.” I traveled my right hand up along those inches getting intimately acquainted with them outside of his pants.

“You have a hold on me literally and figuratively. I thought for sure I was destined to be a drifter never to know love again. I could’ve gone the rest of my days without this temptation. I’m no good for you.” He was doing his best to convince me that he was like all the rest. I didn’t believe him for one single solitary second.

“There’s no reason for you to be alone. Nobody needs to know what happens behind closed doors. Put the vehicle in gear. The longer we stay in the parking lot the better chance of being discovered. I know what it means to walk alone in this world.” His enlarged condition was in the neighborhood of my hands.

He tried not to make one sound, but it was an effort to push aside his urges. I didn’t have to look down to know that he had what I was looking for. I was hanging on the feeling of euphoria gripping me by the throat.

He was the reminder that good things come in big packages. I was walking through a minefield of obstacles standing in our way. Public scrutiny would crucify us. We would be ostracized and shunned by those who couldn’t understand. Age was a number. Feelings were ageless.

The engine came to life with the horses under the hood vibrating along my lower extremities. The battle had already been won and there were no losers. I could feel the moisture clinging to the inside of my thighs. I was on a slow simmer and it wasn’t going to take me much to boil over.

The leather seats caressed my bottom. The warmth of the heater was nothing compared to the fire in his loins. The warm touch of my hand made him squirm noticeably uncomfortable in his seat. I was listening to the voices in my head telling me to do something obscene.

“I don’t know what you expect to happen. Kendrick, you would be better off showing this kind of attention to boys your own age. I imagine there’s a line around the block for the chance to be on your dance card. You can’t condemn all of them for one bad experience.” I did feel they were little boys trying to be men.

“The wisdom you have acquired over the years made you the man you are today. I want a chance to immerse myself in your experience. I was never immune to the way that you were standing by the blackboard with that yardstick in your hands. I wanted you to use it on me with a dominant hand.” He swerved into oncoming traffic making my life flash before my eyes.

“Don’t do that. I’m not deserving of your kind of tender loving care.” He came to a stop at a bus station and reached over grazing my nipples on his way to opening the door.

“You don’t really want me to leave. I’ll go, but this isn’t over by a long shot.” I took my hand off of him, but I wanted to do more than use my fingers to do the walking.

Chapter four

Hartley

I had lost my mind by letting her get close. It was painful to think about the sure thing I had in my hands. I stumbled through my door and gazed through the curtains to make sure she didn’t follow me home like a lovesick puppy.

There was a part of me hoping to see her strolling up the sidewalk with her youthful enthusiasm following her. The street lamps were lit up like the 4th of July. I could see up and down both sides of the sidewalk. There was no sign of her.

Her touch confirmed my suspicion about her feelings. They were not unrequited. I tried to remain impassive, but the way that she constantly teased me was driving me crazy. I knew her future was bright. I didn’t want to jeopardize her informative years.

Taking a cold shower was a good way to stunt the hunger in my heart. I was a ravenous animal looking for suitable prey to sink my teeth into. She was begging for it and I wanted to be the one to give it to her. My hand began to manipulate my flesh. The cold water did nothing to dissipate my unfurling flag.

I got out and found there were no towels. I could have sworn there was one still hanging from the rack when I came through the door. The only thing left behind was a washcloth barely enough to cover my nudity. I held it strategically in front of me and made my way down the hall to where the towels were located in the closet.

“I see that somebody has been working out.” I jumped into the air and lost my grip on the washcloth.

“You… you shouldn’t be in here.” I thought it was a vivid example of my overactive imagination.

“Your lips say one thing, but your body is screaming an entirely different set of expletives. Your body language is speaking to me. It didn’t take me out of my way to cross your path. I walk by everyday thinking how easy it would be to knock on your door for a little afternoon delight.” She stalked me with her high heels clicking on the laminate dark flooring.

“For god’s sake, I’m begging you to leave and never look back. I don’t want you to pay the price for something that’s not right. I’m beginning not to care about perception. I don’t feel like I’m in control of a certain part of me. Open up your eyes and really look at me.” She was doing exactly that and licking her lips with her tongue moving across the crimson color.

She was right in front of me and I had no place to hide. I could run, but I had this feeling she would pursue doggedly. It seemed unfathomable for her to even have an interest in me. The silence was deafening. The way that she was looking at me made me feel exposed to her eager eyes.

“I can’t even believe I had the courage to walk in here unannounced. On some level, you wanted me to follow you. How else can you explain how I found the front door unlocked? You probably did it without even realizing you were doing it. That’s an invitation in my book. Don’t try to fight it.” She snatched the washcloth from the floor and brought it up to her nose inhaling the essence of my masculine aroma.

“You flustered me. I forgot to lock the door. Don’t look for any hidden meanings behind it.” I was in the hot zone sizzling in the target of her stare.

“I don’t believe that and neither do you. I don’t know why you are fighting this so hard. We can be together and nobody has to know. I like the idea of sneaking around behind everybody’s backs. It thrills me to no end.” I tried to sidestep around her, but she pinned me to the wall with her knee against my unmentionables.

“I don’t want you to do anything that you’re going to regret in the morning. It won’t look good when you take the walk of shame with your panties bunched up in your purse.” She spread her legs and began to inch her skirt up along her supple thighs.

“Who said I was wearing panties?” I couldn’t stop myself from looking past her waist to where her fingers were revealing the truth.

The bald cleft of her pussy made me swallow hard. She was shaved bare like a cue ball. I kept my hands to myself, but her moving parts were of intense interest. She was built like a wet dream come true. She was every teenage boy’s fantasy in a tight little package.

“You can’t be doing this to me. I’m only human. There’s only so much a man can take before he snaps.” The problem started by keeping my feelings to myself.

Nobody was going to stop her. She was on the loose set free from the chains of conventional thinking. My engine was idling in neutral. Standing here in front of her was making me ready to throw caution to the wind.

My academic career was on the line. This was a monumental mistake in the making. It wasn’t like she was taking no for an answer. I was pretty much a hostage with not a stitch of clothing to hide my shame.

The smell of her sex was an overpowering aphrodisiac. It was better than oysters on the half shell. The lips of her hole were shiny with her sexual dew. I dropped to my knees with her hands on the back of my head. I couldn’t control my tendencies.

I didn’t know what else to think. Conscious thought went out the window when she pressed her mound up against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and found the addictive taste something hard to resist.

“I want you to do it. I’m giving you permission to take what you have always wanted. You were too afraid to reach out and do something about it. I’m ready for you. Don’t disappoint me. I know that’s not possible.” I tickled her clit and made it quiver to my oral touch.

My finger was prepared to enter the heated confines of her embrace. The warmth and tightness gave another part of my anatomy ideas. It was harder than I could remember it being in quite a long time. The veins were pronounced crisscrossing along the length of my mighty weapon.

“I don’t have anything to compare it to. I think you understand my meaning. I’m not lying when I say I have never been touched like this. Guys my own age have barely registered.” I couldn’t begin to fathom the reality of her being a virgin ready to give me her cherry on a silver platter.

My finger moved effortlessly in and out of that enclosed space. I buried it and heard her cry of ecstasy when I found resistance. I didn’t break through.

She leaned back against the wall with one leg over my shoulder. I was going to give her a performance of a lifetime to make up for those guys who had no idea what they were doing.

“The grass is greener on the other side of the tracks. Coming here was a last minute decision. I almost walked right past your door without checking to see if it was locked. I’m glad I had the forethought of mind to turn the handle.” I introduced a second finger and applied the right amount of pressure to sink both of them into the hot syrup of her sex.

I was bending over backward to please her. Her playful squeals of delight were driving me insane. I was in too deep to go back to the way that things were. I was trying to keep from losing everything, but I knew that the only thing I wanted was her.

It was easy to live vicariously through her eyes. Her enthusiasm was infectious. The way she moved was like a ballerina on stage for everybody to witness her big day. Her skin was soft and my fingers grazed along the inside of her thighs. She shivered and began to revel in the feeling I was inflicting on her.

“I don’t know where you have been hiding all of my life. Your tongue has a wild technique. It’s better than my fingers late at night.” She was pushing her pelvis hard against my lips and I was more than happy to take the abuse.

I was mumbling incoherently sending a vibrating shock throughout her system. It prolonged and enhanced the fire burning out of control between her legs. My tongue was a blur of motion lapping noisily at her clit.

Her legs were like jelly and she slowly slumped down the wall until she was lying in a prone position. Kendrick was what every young woman should aspire to be. This girl was beginning to learn what it was to be self-assured and confident.

“I can’t seem to stop cumming. I hope you know what you’re doing by opening up this Pandora’s Box. Once it’s opened there’s no closing it.” Her legs shot out wide open to the visual inspection of my eyes.

Those lips were keeping my undivided attention. I was palming the evidence of my arousal through my pants. I was inching the zipper down. Her heavy breathing was pushing me into entering a hole that had never been fucked before.

“I don’t even know what to say. I should seriously think about giving you a fruit basket for going well above the call of duty. If that is how it’s supposed to be then I need more lessons.” I was a font of sexual information and I was willing to impart my wisdom on her.

“It doesn’t have to stop with just one. I would be pleased to administer to your needs all night long. Let my tongue explore you and find those hidden spots to drive you out of your mind. I don’t need anything in return. It’s all about your pleasure tonight.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I meant every one of them.

I was looking forward to hearing her shouting my name from the top of her lungs. I was basking in the aftermath of her sexual release. I traced a finger over her clit to feel her jump in response. She attempted to push my hand away, but I was determined to make her see the limitless opportunities in front of her.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s only fair that I give back.” She was allowing her guilt to supersede the need to blow off some steam of her own.

“I want you to know what it’s like to be desired. It makes me happy to see you smile with that orgasmic mask of delight.” I spread her legs and moved forward with the pointed end of my tongue leading the way.

“I won’t be able to fight you. I don’t think I want to. I found the elusive unicorn. It’s going to be hard to let you go after you commit to this course of action.” I fluttered the length of my tongue down over her sensitive nether regions.

She moaned and lifted her body with her lower half hovering in the air. I helped to suspend her there with my hands underneath her ass for support. My lips were sealed over the wanton entrance to her sex. My tongue was slurping seamlessly in and out in a rapid formation of pleasure. The sweet elixir of her discharge coated the length of my tongue.

She was close to going off and didn’t even know it. It didn’t take much to trigger a secondary explosion. Her body convulsed and I continued attacking her with vigor.

She had temporarily lost her composure. I hadn’t done anything to manually stimulate myself. It exploded from the sheer joy of giving her something to remember me by. The sticky mess was captured in my briefs and was soaking through to the other side.

“I can’t believe I haven’t done this before. Fuck me deeper and show me what I have been missing all of my life.” Her entire body was covered in Goosebumps.

The force of her release was like a tidal wave splashing against me. I worked tirelessly with my jaw becoming numb with the effort. This wasn’t going to be the last time I had her in a compromising position. The kid gloves were going to come off. I saw the writing on the wall and her nubile body was permanently imprinted in my brain.

“You can leave anytime you want. I don’t think you have much left tonight. Come back tomorrow after class. I’ll make you something to stick to your ribs. I wouldn’t be opposed to you making me dessert.” She could barely stand and I had to help her down the stairs with the aftershocks making her groan in satisfaction.

“I will be here with bells on. I don’t know where I’m going to put them. I’m sure I can think of a few ideas to knock your socks off. Don’t be surprised if you see a new woman in class tomorrow. You’ve awakened a sexual diva inside me. I won’t be denied.” She walked down the sidewalk zigzagging like she was drunk, but the only thing she was influenced by was my tongue.

I closed the door and looked down with an unspoken promise to that part of my anatomy that didn’t get any attention. I was going to remedy that injustice by appealing to her taste buds before giving her something more to chew on.

Kendrick had become what I had been fighting against for too long. This was what Jasper was begging me to experience. I wasn’t going to do Kendrick the disservice of speaking out of the locker room. This was going to remain a secret between the two of us.

Chapter five

Kendrick

I was standing in front of her closet admiring her fashion sense. It wasn’t hard to recognize how the clothes made the woman. The main material was leather and lace. They cried out to me from across the room.

I put on the black leather skirt with a zipper down the side. I wore a pair of scandalous black crotch-less panties. I even did the unthinkable by glossing those lips with a strawberry scent. It was meant to tickle his palate and make it impossible for him to concentrate in class.

The tight white sweater accentuated the positives. It could easily be lifted over my head. The high beams of my nipples were blazing with indignation. It was delicious to dress up for the occasion. I didn’t go overboard with the makeup. I made sure that his focus was going to be on my lips. Once I had him watching me, I would force him to endure the way that my tongue performed for his benefit.

This was my way of enticing him to take the next step in our sexual evolution. The 4-inch heels were probably going overboard. I might have craved what he had the offer, but I wanted to remain the woman I was inside. The outer trappings were only to capture his interest.

My fervent hope was that he wasn’t beating himself up over what had happened. It took two to tango. I was a willing partner. My only regret was that I didn’t satisfy my sweet tooth. I shivered from time to time in bed with the lingering effects of what he had done to me. It was a foreign concept. I didn’t think anything could feel like that.

The very notion that he wanted to spend more time with me and cook me dinner made my heart skip a beat. I looked at my reflection in the mirror behind the door. It was a subtle transformation with most of what I was hiding underneath the clothing.

“I wasn’t expecting this.” I stumbled back and Tamara was there to grab me by the wrist to prevent certain injury.

“I thought you went home for a few days. I apologize profusely for invading your personal space. I don’t have anything like this in my closet. I’m not sure I would be comfortable buying off the rack in some boutique catering to inquiring minds.” She spun me in place and whistled with an appreciation for how I did her clothing justice.

“I’ve been wondering how long it was going to take you to jump into the deep end. I have no problem with you wearing my stuff. I was going to mention that you had an open invitation to come into my bedroom and wear anything you wanted. I wasn’t sure how you would respond.” Her purple leather jacket with the fringes made her look like a country music star in the making.

“You are purposely deflecting from the question I have asked you about your family. I’m guessing the reunion didn’t go exactly as planned. You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family.” She was the driving force for her own destiny, but the influence of her family became a thorn in her side.

“I finally bit the bullet and told them of my plans to go to medical school. I thought they would be proud of me, but instead, they worried that I was getting in over my head. They don’t think that I can do it. I’ve never given them a reason to believe in me in the past. I couldn’t stay there any longer. I’m going to let the dust settle for a few months.” She hadn’t taken a dime from them for her education.

“You’re old enough to make your own decisions. I don’t know if this means anything to you, but you are my idol. You’re the sister I have always wanted and never had. You make me rise above my own misconceptions about myself.” I wanted to tell her, but the risk was too great.

She might say something under the influence of too much alcohol.

“I hope the person you are doing this for is worth the effort. Most guys will say and do anything to get a piece. Those three little words are not the same when they are coming from their mouths. Sex for us is a bond. Guys don’t have the same penchant for deep and lasting feelings.” I walked past her and made my way to the front door with a swing to my hips.

I smoothed down the skirt feeling exposed and fidgeting nervously to cover as much as my body as I could. I had to avoid bending a certain way. I didn’t want to do anything to encourage the catcalls of appreciation from those guys with only one thing on their mind.

“I will tell you everything, but not right now. I don’t want to do anything to jinx what could be the best thing in my life. I will tell you he’s one of my professors. I don’t want to hear it.” Going around and around with differing opinions was only going to give me a headache.

“What exactly did you think I was going to say? You’re a big girl. I won’t pretend to know what you are thinking. I’m glad to see that you’re taking off the water wings. You can’t soar without jumping into the unknown.” She had both hands on my shoulders making sure she had my undivided attention.

“I’ve never rebelled in my life. It’s a little delicious to do something out of the ordinary. Stepping out of my comfort zone has made a world of difference. I no longer feel like I’m walking through this life with an emotionless rudder. He makes me feel like a natural woman.” This was what every woman was looking for and had done their fair share of kissing frogs to find their prince.

I had a brand new perspective. I could hear those little voices in my head. I was knocking on the door of something that could be special. There was only one way to find out.

“I want you to call me if you feel overwhelmed. Hold your head high and don’t give him a reason to think it’s a bad idea to be with you. You have me curious about this person. Give me time and I will find out.” She turned me toward the front door and gave me a nudge in the right direction.

“I have your number. I doubt I’m going to need it. It’s time for me to shed my skin like a chameleon. I can’t live in my own bubble of existence forever. His body demands gratification. I’m starving to feel the kind of love women only dream about.” I felt empowered by those that had come before me to pave the way.

“His intentions will be revealed. We want to make sure that you are doing this for the right reasons. Those panties will certainly make him stand up and take notice. Part of the battle is seducing him. Make it impossible for him to turn you down.” We were consenting adults and what happened behind closed doors was our business.

“I like the way you think. No man can possibly understand what they’re getting themselves into by being with you. I want that same reaction from him. I have the tools and I just have to learn to use them.” I walked down the sidewalk and in the distance I could see my future in his arms.

I stopped at his house thinking about how my body had responded to his touch. He wasn’t home and no doubt was in his classroom preparing the day’s lessons. I’d spent most of the night putting on the finishing touches of my project. I wanted a few moments of his time to go over the pertinent details.

Nobody gave me a second glance. I thought for sure I was projecting a raw sexuality. I didn’t even hold a candle to those cheerleaders performing for the crowd early in the morning. I was a forgotten piece of ass. It did very little for my confidence. It was the way that he looked at me from his desk that made me blush two shades of red.

“You have the weekend to complete your projects. Remember this is your chance to impress me with your entrepreneurial aspirations. Think of those business plans as a steppingstone. You only get one chance to make a good first impression.” He bent over to retrieve his pen that had fallen from his fingers on purpose.

He stifled a gasp of shock when he saw what was waiting for him. I don’t know how he was able to concentrate on the rest of the class without stumbling over his words. I was ready to spread my wings and fly like a bird of prey.

He did lose his grip on the chalk in his hands. He feigned an innocent surprise. His words of encouragement had most in attendance watching with rapt attention. There were only a few holdouts skating by. They were the example of the next generation not taking anything seriously.

I scratched my blood red nails lightly on the wood exterior of the desk. Everybody was busy to notice how I was clawing the air. Professor Garrett shifted in his seat. It made me feel good to know what kind of reaction I was getting from him.

“This weekend I want everybody to make a conscious effort to go over everything they have prepared. Numbers don’t lie. A slip up can cause you to either fail or succeed in my class. Don’t be of the minority. Take the extra time to iron out the details.” I had to get to my next class, but I felt this compulsion to give him something to think about.

I leaned over his desk with the white sweater falling forward. He stared unabashedly at my chest making my nipples hard enough to cut through glass.

“I hope the invitation to join you for dinner is still on the table. I want you to hold onto these for me. Thinking about you with them is going to keep me excited the rest of the day.” I very slyly took his hand and placed my panties in his palm.

“Were you just… wearing these?” I bunched his fingers around the material to let him feel the warmth penetrating his fingers.

I went through life standing still never daring to slip into something more comfortable. Those panties had the stain of my juices collecting in the crotch. I was still imagining how the evening was going to progress with the ticking of the clock.

“Why don’t you touch them and find out for yourself. I want this to be a prelude to better things to come. I would really like to see you stick your tongue in the crotch. I’m already hot and bothered.” I shielded him from anyone who might come through the door at the wrong time.

His fingers were shaking, but he managed to lift the dainty material to his lips. His tongue was hesitant but finally struck forward with cobra efficiency. My legs buckled and I had to use his desk to support my weight.

He was lapping with a starving dog mentality. This was my own pornographic movie. I didn’t have to look far to see the byproduct of tasting me. The bulge was obscenely on display. It was tempting to get down on my knees to orally service him.

“I can’t believe you did this. How the hell am I going to get through the rest of the day without touching myself? This stunt is going to make it impossible for me to concentrate.” I touched his lips and he sucked on the tip with our eyes locked.

“I will use the back door. Keep the lights off. We don’t want your neighbors getting any ideas. There’s always one who is a night owl. It was probably a good thing I didn’t stick around last night.” He stashed the panties in his pocket.

“I’m looking forward to tonight. It’s going to be a memorable evening. I know how important this moment is for you. I will do everything in my power to give you something that’s going to leave you breathless at the end of the night.” I backed away and lifted my skirt to make him salivate for another chance to please me with his experienced tongue. There were other parts of me of interest.

Chapter six

Hartley

“I don’t know how you found me. I left that life a long time ago and I haven’t looked back. You were the first person to treat me with respect. I began to believe I deserved it. I found a way out with the love of a good man.” Sonya was of Russian descent and had come to the states looking for a better life.

The photographs could only be taken from inside the room. I had to know whether not she was trying to capitalize on our time together. It only took a Google search to find her.

“I’m not here to ruin what you have built for yourself. I was lost when I came to see you. The love of my life was ripped out of my arms and it shattered me into a million pieces. I found comfort by talking to you. Having sex was the icing on the cake.” She didn’t look the same exchanging her risqué clothes for something more contemporary.

“I felt your pain and it was my pleasure to bring you back to life. Our time together gave me the courage to step into a different pair of shoes. I honestly never thought I would see you again. You didn’t come here to walk down memory lane.” She was astute and a study of human nature.

“I don’t want to disparage you or what we had together. Somebody sent me these. I don’t believe it was you, but I think that you were responsible for taking them.” She perused the photographs with her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

“You shouldn’t have these. Nobody was taking pictures. There was a video camera in the room. It was there for when some guys went a little too far. I can’t begin to tell you how often I cried myself to sleep. It didn’t happen with you. There was genuine compassion in your arms. It was tempting to give you back your money after the deed was done.” It didn’t explain how the photographs had landed on my desk.

“If you didn’t send them to me…then who did?” I had to get to the bottom of it.

“I have this sinking suspicion Benjamin is looking for his payday. He was my pimp at the time. Give him what he wants and he will continually come back with his hand out. I don’t feel responsible, but I will do what I can to get him to walk away. My husband has no idea what I did in the past. I would really like to keep it that way. I have access to a considerable amount of funds. He won’t even know that it’s missing. I will get in contact with Benjamin and find out what his price is to keep his mouth shut.” I didn’t know what to expect when I knocked on the door to her estate.

“You have done well for yourself. I would like the negatives to those still shots and the original camera footage. I don’t want to worry about him coming back. Looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life isn’t an option.” Her hair was no longer a multicolor display of her reckless abandon.

“I can’t promise anything, but I will do my best. I think you should leave before my husband gets home from work. I have your number and I will be in touch. It’s better for me to make the contact. I assure you, I’m not part of this blackmail scheme.” She escorted me to the door and I drove away clinging to the hope she was going to follow through on her end.

I went to the grocery store and got everything I was going to need for the evening. The recipe written in my mother’s own handwriting was mocking me.

I took the time to prepare everything including lighting candles. I didn’t want to put too much emphasis on what I was wearing. It wasn’t like I was going to have them on for long. I did have this kinky perversion to try something different. She would recognize it when she saw it.

I was trying to do three things at the same time. It wasn’t easy when she was prominently displayed in my mind. Several times during the day, I couldn’t help but touch those panties. I had even contemplated doing something as kinky as wearing them against my skin.

The pot of sauce was bubbling on the stove with the spaghetti boiling to perfection. I was about to add the sautéed vegetables and meat simmering in their spices. The spaghetti sauce was a family recipe. My mother claimed it was how she won the hand of my father. This was my first chance to try the same tactic. Kendrick was worth the extra effort.

She had this newfound light in her eyes. I had opened her up to new opportunities on the horizon. The look of salacious desire in her eyes gave me thoughts of taking her over my desk in front of the student body. I couldn’t be that brazen with my advances. It was her initiative that showed me I was living a lie.

I was wearing a navy shirt with snap buttons down the front. It gave her every opportunity to break the tension by ripping it off of me. The pair of jeans was a casual departure from my usual attire. I was trying to envision what was going to happen. I was going to take it one step at a time to make her feel comfortable in her own skin.

The voodoo of her wanton personality was an example of the spell she had me under. She was a wicked witch with the power to draw me down into the depths of depravity. The smiling moon above was a nice touch to lend to the romantic atmosphere.

I turned everything down on the pretense dinner might have to wait. It depended on her mood. I grabbed the waistband of my jeans and unbuttoned them long enough to see the black lace of her underwear. I couldn’t wear these in class, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to put them on when I got home.

I was looking forward to seeing how she was going to react when she saw me wearing them. Telling her was going to defeat the purpose. I could only hope she was the kind of woman who liked surprises.

I heard the telltale closing of my back door. I went to greet her in the glow of the candlelight. She took off her jacket and I put my hand to my chest to still my beating heart.

The red latex dress gave her the appearance of being a devil with an attitude. The plunging neckline made me realize very little was holding up her assets. The long zipper down the front would easily crack her open like a lobster.

“I didn’t have a thing to wear. I do hope this is appropriate for dinner. I believe the invitation is for a party of two.” My mouth was dry and I grabbed a glass of champagne to wet my whistle.

“I want to take that off of you with my teeth. I think tonight is going to be full of surprises for the both of us in a good way. Dinner is ready, but I wouldn’t be opposed to an appetizer.” I had my hand on the small of her back with her chest pressed up against me.

“I see somebody is anxious.” I touched the bottom of her lip with my thumb and then sealed it with a kiss.

I could smell the fragrance of strawberries and tasted it on the tip of her tongue. It was really around her lips, but I couldn’t make the distinction. My hunger for her was enhanced by the way that she was tickling my palate. I pulled at the dress to lower it significantly giving me a bird’s eye view of her cleavage and heaving bosom.

I had the inside track and was taking advantage of the glazed look in her eyes. She was turning up the heat with her magic touch. I was careful where I was touching her to avoid my fingers blistering with the contact.

With each breath, her breasts were rising and falling. My eyes couldn’t take in everything at the same time. Her legs went straight to heaven with those high heels making her taller.

The kiss made me famished for something more than what was on the menu. She was swinging on the branch of her sexual sanity. I traced the contours of her cleavage with my fingers. I took a hold of the zipper and began to pull it down to expose her flesh to my eager eyes.

“I feel like a ticking bomb ready to explode.” I opened the dress from the waist up with my eyes growing bigger with the effort.

“You look sophisticated with your hair that way. It’s making me think that you are older than you really are. The windows to your soul are in your eyes. I feel like a dirty old man.” I lowered my head and tickled her skin with the tip of my tongue.

Her nipples were thrust into the air begging for attention. I opened my mouth and surrounded them with my hot breath. She sighed with contentment. One flick of my tongue brought forth a deep and satisfying moan.

Losing her was a pain I could do without. I was terrified she was going to find somebody her own age to satisfy those longings.

“I know how you feel about me by the way that you touch me. You stole my heart. I’m powerless to resist you.” I sucked the tip of her left nipple and grazed it with my teeth.

My hands snuck up underneath her dress. I found her bare flesh waiting with moisture clinging to the lips. I swallowed with the nervous energy getting the best of me. The paradise of her thighs led to the haven where I was going to sink my cock. It was already thumping a beat against the zipper of my pants.

“You are the perfect woman for me. I know it sounds like a line, but it isn’t. I really believe you were sent down from heaven to heal my broken heart.” I sucked the other nipple to give it the same treatment as the other one.

“The way you do that sends signals down below my waist. I can’t imagine it getting any better than this. I know it’s going to. I’m not even sure if it’s necessary to find a bed.” She was soaking wet and there was a line of her juices running down the inside of her thighs.

I used my tongue to trace that line all the way back to its source. I stopped before I took it too far. Teasing her was paramount to my own pleasure. I was soon on my feet with my finger barely touching her sex.

“I have some introductions to make.” She seemed confused until I lowered my eyes and made her smile knowingly.

“Let me do the honors.” She slithered into place with her young and impressionable face looking up at me.

Chapter seven

Kendrick

I was in the perfect position to see that part of his anatomy. I hesitated with my heart in my throat. I had no experience and it worried me that I wasn’t going to measure up.

“Take your time. There’s no hurry.” I took his encouraging words in the spirit they were given.

My nerves were frayed, but then I smiled when I felt what he had been hiding from me. Wearing my panties was a good way to break the ice. I dragged his pants down to his ankles leaving the kinky material in place. It was obscene to see his cock wedged into the tight fabric.

“This is highly unusual, but I like it. It’s kinky to see you wearing these. What would compel you to do this? I’m not complaining. It would appear your cock likes the feel of something soft against its skin. I don’t think you’re going to need these. I’m reluctant to take them off of you. It gives you this sexy quality.” I put my hand on the lump and felt the lifeblood pumping against my fingers.

“I put them on when I came home and I haven’t been able to take them off since. I thought it would be a nice surprise. I had no idea how hard wearing these were going to make me. It doesn’t want to go down.” The healthy specimen was enjoying being nestled into something feminine.

It was instinctual for me to lean forward and bite the tip. The sticky substance greeting my tongue was welcomed. I pulled it down far enough to expose the head. It was already dripping like a faucet.

“I don’t mind taking directions. I think you’ll find my youthful enthusiasm a little hard to resist. I might not have the experience, but I am willing to learn.” I pulled the lace underwear down until it was hanging precariously underneath his balls.

“I even shaved for the occasion. You won’t find any stubble.” It was smooth to the touch and my tongue was eager to begin.

“It’s the little things like that which touches a woman deeply. I’m no different. I meant it when I said you can guide me in the oral act of pleasure. I won’t be offended.” His cock was standing tall and proud with its unyielding presence hard to take my eyes off of.

“I wanted to make myself pretty for you.” It was a good thing I didn’t have his cock in my mouth or I probably would have choked with hysterics.

“I thought that was my line.” It looked bigger up close and personal.

I attempted to stretch my jaws to accommodate the bulbous head. It was pliable and he began to forcefully inject its thickness onto the surface of my tongue. I thought it was an insurmountable task, but I managed to inhale six of his 8 inches.

His balls jumped with the feeling of my throat wrapped around the head. There was still 2 inches remaining and I was determined to make them disappear. Taking a deep breath and breathing through my nose was followed by my hands grabbing onto his cheeks. I fed those 2 inches into my mouth leaving his balls exposed swinging against my chin.

“I hope you don’t find this condescending. I really didn’t think that you could do that. I stand corrected. Your best is more than some people can say with a straight face. I guess we can call this beginner’s luck. The only thing I would like is for you to make it a little tighter with your lips.” I thought it was pretty tight, but he was the author of his own pleasure.

I formed a tight seal around his thickness with that one vein pronounced and throbbing with insistence. It was interesting to have this kind of power over him. The look on his face told me more than anything he could say.

I remembered something I had seen on the Internet. My fingers curled around him and I began to move them up with my mouth concentrating on the head of his cock. It gave him extra suction and I could see the effect I was having on him.

“I don’t think I have the words.” His actions and the way that he thrust into my face were making me anxious to taste the fruits of my labor.

I scratched my nails along the inside of his thighs. The response was favorable. His grunt of approval was followed by a long line of his white-hot discharge. It was on the brink and I knew exactly how to push him over the edge.

I clamped my legs shut, rubbing them together like a cricket. The friction alone along with performing the oral act was making me shiver with the onset of my own orgasm.

I moaned around the stick of dynamite between my lips. There was a tremor along his shaft with an earthquake in the making. It rumbled with defiance. I knew what was coming and prepared myself for the onslaught.

“Here it fucking comes.” He had his hands on the back of my head to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

It must’ve been a knee-jerk reaction. Something that he wasn’t fully aware he was doing. He didn’t have to worry. I was getting an immense thrill out of giving him something to smile about. It fired like a live wire between my lips. The electric charge I got out of sampling his delicious nectar had me ready to spread my legs in invitation.

The volume filled my mouth to capacity. I had to swallow the evidence of his excitement. It was never too late to learn those tricks to make him come back for seconds. Tamara was quite instrumental in teaching me how a man’s member was sensitive afterward.

I made him jerk and gasp with my mouth sliding up and down on him. I popped him clean from my mouth with my tongue tickling the eye of the storm. There was a bit of his need clinging to my bottom lip. I snapped the contact with my tongue to enjoy the aftertaste.

“I don’t have to grade on a curve. That was amazing. I really want to know how somebody like you knew how to do that. I’m glad that I was the recipient of your hands on approach.” It was dangling at half mast, but still showing signs of rejuvenation.

“It was better than I thought it was going to be. There’s something about knowing that I’m giving you pleasure that makes me happy. That was translated to other parts of my body. I doubt I have to paint you a picture.” I climbed to my feet using his body as a fulcrum.

He turned me and lifted my skirt with my body hanging over the back of the couch. He drew a straight line from my clit all the way up to my hole. I felt his hands on my backside with his fingers prying me open.

“I don’t want to jump right into it. It goes against every instinct in my body. There’s a part of me that is desperate to feel the silky slide of your inner muscles. It doesn’t look like you need much incentive. Let’s take a look just to make sure.” He drove his agile tongue into me until he was receiving resistance.

“I want you to fuck me. Give me what I have been missing. It’s going to be a shock to my system. I’m looking forward to it.” My hand moved to intervene by grabbing him at the base.

I let his knob slide effortlessly up and down my soaking wet lips. I put him in the right position and waited for him to take over. I was grinding my teeth together. I felt this pressure and the insinuation of the crown of his scepter.

“I need you to tell me if I’m going too fast. We can slow this…DOWN.” His outcry was courtesy of my body slamming back to pop my cherry.

There was a momentary discomfort, but the pain was nothing like the horror stories I had heard about. It turned into pleasure fairly quickly. I became unhinged screaming from the explosion of pleasure. I was slamming back against him and getting a forceful injection of his protein stick. The fuse was lit and was burning faster by the second.

I pulled away from him. I was breathless and barely able to string two sentences together. The universal language of lust was easily seen in my eyes. I went over and sat on the couch with my feet firmly planted. My knees were wide open. He got down and inserted the length of his weapon in one stroke.

“This way I can see your eyes. They don’t lie.” He had his hand underneath me and was plowing the field of least resistance.

“I know I don’t deserve you. I feel blessed to have you here with me.” He was proclaiming my virtue, but I was in the throes of ecstasy at the time.

“I have found my friend and my lover. It truly is the best of both worlds. You probably had a wide variety of lovers in the past. I’m afraid to ask how I measure up.” He stopped moving to flick a strand of hair away from my eyes.

“Kendrick, you are in a league of your own. What you give me is something nobody else can. This isn’t just sex. It goes beyond that for me and I hope the same thing can be said for you.” The words coming out of his mouth was like liquid velvet.

“You are a smooth talker.” I was his play toy with working parts and a body that wouldn’t quit.

The lips of my sex folded around him and held onto each inch as he buried it time and time again. I came two times without a break between each one. They were simultaneous putting me on a log ride of pleasure with no visible finish line.

“I’m crazy for you. I want you in my life and be damned everybody’s opinion to the contrary.” The motion of the ocean was a frenzied reminder of his feelings for me.

The leather black couch was sticking to me. It was a little painful to move. I could feel my skin pulling with the effort. His face began to morph into an orgasmic mask of pleasure. It stemmed from how his cock was being treated to the gyrations inside me.

He hollered and let loose with a shooting fountain. His pace continued with his shaft rubbing up against my clit. I was exhausted beyond words. He fell on top of me still firing off the last shot.

His deep sigh of resignation was music to my ears.

“You know something has been bothering me. I found myself looking for comfort after I lost the love of my life. It resulted in welcoming the oldest profession to my bed. It wasn’t my finest moment. I’m being blackmailed with photographs of the night in question.” I listened and felt no judgment for how his grief had made him turn to another for comfort.

“You thought it was one of your students. I hope this is a chapter you are ready to put to bed.” He was my teacher and I was his student in more ways than one.

The lessons I had learned was only the tip of the iceberg. His vast knowledge of sexual practices was going to come in handy. I was an avid pupil ready to sit at the feet of the master. I was definitely teacher’s pet. The temptation to be with him was built on admiration.

It was an automatic reaction to want to do it again. I didn’t know how to convey those thoughts without sounding like a slut.

“I don’t know about you, Kendrick, but I’m not done. I just got my second wind and I plan to make good use of it. The bloom isn’t even off the rose. I want you to blossom into your own woman. Don’t be afraid to test your limitations.” He looked at me and I knew what he was going to do before he did it.

I squealed with delight when he picked me up and carried me up the stairs. Dinner was going to have to wait.

He found out the blackmail scheme was cut off at the pass. I finished my studies in his class before moving onto gainful employment. I decided to open up my own business in the fashion world. I took items on consignment and sold them for a profit.

I was no longer his student. We moved in together and I found myself pregnant within weeks of living underneath the same roof. We were happy and I was looking forward to giving him a son. The look in his eyes was worth everything I had been through.