Chapter 29
Ben
It was Friday night, and I decided to stay in, relaxing in my place with my phone off and light music in the background. It had been one of the most stressful weeks so far as a professor, and I was even more nervous now than I had been at the beginning of the week. I had decided to submit my resume and qualifications to be Dean of Students, something I didn’t have a lot of time in for, but it was something I thought I would actually be good at. They were going to be reviewing everything this weekend and announcing who would be offered the position on Monday. I was up against a lot of stiff competition, but the president had looked pleased when I took my portfolio to her to declare my interest.
What I needed to do this weekend was destress, take the edge off of everything that had happened in the last week. I thought about going out and getting some drinks, but the last thing I needed was to end up taking home some student and blowing my chances for the position. I decided the safest thing for me to do would be to stay home, relax, and really think everything through. Everyone around me was trying to pressure me, guilt trip me, acting like I didn’t realize how big of a deal everything was, but I wasn’t stupid. I was trying to figure things out in a way that would allow me to keep my career and be part of Kylie and Grant’s lives. The biggest problem was they wouldn’t leave me alone long enough to think clearly.
Between the baby, getting the dean and provost fired and arrested, and putting in for the new position, my head was spinning. I didn’t know what to think about anything anymore. My life was so different than it was a couple months ago, and though I didn’t regret one second making sure they got fired, everything was a bit hard to swallow. I had fallen for a girl, started an insanely hot relationship, and now I was possibly going to be the new Dean of Students for one of the best colleges in the world. It was not at all what I had expected, and it was way off my ten-year plan, but I wasn’t about to take it for granted. Of course, with these things came their fair share of issues, like the fact that Kylie was a student and not someone I was actually free to be with, especially if I was named the dean.
I thought the answer to that was pushing Kylie away, at least until she graduated, but I couldn’t get her off my mind. Every time I turned around, my thoughts were roaming to her. I wondered how she was doing, what she was going through, how she was feeling, and everything in between. I knew that if I reached out and checked on her, I would get sucked back in and fast. My head was all confused about the logistics but not about how I felt about her. That was the easy part to understand.
I stood up and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and opening it up. I looked over at the time and realized it was only eight, and I was already driving myself nuts. What a Friday night it had turned out to be. Instead of relaxing, I was thinking about Kylie. Besides the way I felt about her, I really missed our fun times together. Watching her get fucked by Grant was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. It was like a real-life porno that I could actually join in on. I had been with more than one person before like that, but it had been very generic and safe. With Kylie, I felt like I could let it go, like I could act out my fantasies and not be judged for them. Grant made me feel like that, too, like nothing I wanted to do to Kylie was too over the edge or too crazy. It wasn’t every day that you found people like that, people who shared your interests and made you feel at home and safe in your own sexuality. It was possible they were the only two who would ever totally make me feel that way.
Kylie was magnetic, opening up and blossoming like a flower in our hands. She had never been with two men like that before, but as soon as she had, she was in it full force, never looking back. I loved the fact that she would both of us fuck her at one time. Usually, when you found a girl like that, she was either sleeping with everyone already or not serious about it, wanting the fantasy but nothing that came with it. Kylie wanted everything that came with it, no matter what the cost was, and when her heart had taken her by surprise, she embraced it wholeheartedly. I was in love with her. I knew it even if I wouldn’t admit it, and as every moment passed, I wanted her more and more.
I missed her pussy, the way it felt, the way it tasted, and how she could make me come in two seconds if I let myself. It was like there was something about the way we meshed together that was meant to be. When her pussy squeezed around my shaft as she came and the juices ran down, covering my balls, God, I could barely contain myself. I leaned my head back against the couch and shut my eyes, imagining her riding me, her legs wrapped around me, her warm pussy sheathing my sword, and her tits bouncing up and down. I didn’t know how long I could stay away.
I opened my eyes and shook my head, tipping my beer back and finishing it off. I had to get this girl out of my head, or it was going to ruin me. I jumped up and headed to the bathroom, figuring a shower would help. However, as I stepped into the steaming hot water and felt it melt over my skin like silk, my cock only got harder. It was so ready to go, it almost hurt, and I grabbed it, smoothing my hand down the shaft until I knew exactly what I needed to do to relieve some of the tension. I grabbed the conditioner and squeezed a bit on my hand, stroking it over my dick. I groaned at the feeling, remembering how silky smooth it was to be inside of Kylie.
I leaned forward and pushed my hands against the wall and closed my eyes, immediately transporting myself inside of Kylie. I imagined her in the shower with me, bent over grabbing her ankles as I fucked her pussy, Grant standing just outside the tub watching, holding his dick in his hand. I grabbed her hips and thrust in and out, pulling her forward and pushing her back again, groaning loudly at the sounds of her screams. The hot water ran over her back and down over my cock, and it splashed up every time I slammed into her. It was sensual and erotic, exactly how I always liked it with her.
She made her way to a standing position, and I pushed her forward, still inside. I put my leg up on the tub and jammed my dick as far into her as I could, lifting up on my tiptoes. Her face pressed against the cool tile, and she screamed out in pleasure. I pulled back, grabbing my cock as Grant lifted her out of the tub and sat down in front of her on the sink. She looked back at me as she bent over, immediately deep throating his cock. I stepped out of the tub and walked forward, sliding my dick into her ass, feeling the tightness inside. She moaned with a full mouth as I plowed into her over and over again, pulling out and switching over to her pussy halfway through. I couldn’t get enough of her body, enough of how she felt on the inside. She rocked back and forth, the sound of her sucking down his dick filling my ears.
I ran my fingers through her ass and pressed my thumb inside, slapping my body against her over and over. She moaned, lifting her ass higher into the air as I pressed my thumb in farther. She threw her head back and jacked him off, looking at me in the mirror as I fingered her ass and fucked her pussy hard.
“More,” she screamed out.
“Come for me, right on my dick,” I growled, moving faster.
She arched her chest forward and threw her head back, her body shaking in my hands as she came long and hard. As soon as I felt her juices explode over my dick, I pulled out, spinning her around and sitting her down on Grant’s lap. She feverishly slid his cock into her as I reached my hand forward and rubbed her clit, putting my lips just inches from hers. She breathed heavily, still moaning from the first orgasm. I climbed up, putting my knees on either side of Grant’s legs and reaching forward toward the mirror, balancing myself. She grabbed my dick and stuck it in her mouth, leaning her head back against him.
I began to thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth over and over again. She widened her lips and opened her throat allowing me to stick it all the way down, holding it there for a moment and then pulling back out. She reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling me in and out of her mouth, fast and deep. I growled, feeling the suction at the back of her throat as she pulled me back out of her, her hips gyrating wildly against Grant below me. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment and then back down at her, not wanting to lose my concentration. As Grant picked her up and started to bob her up and down on his cock, she angled her head down and did the same with her mouth. After a few moments, she pulled her head back breathing heavily.
“I want to be filled,” she whimpered.
I got down off the sink and pulled her down in the floor, lying down as she straddled me with that warm wet pussy. Grant got behind her and pushed deep in her ass, leaning forward over us. As she moved up and down, he pushed forward and back, forcing her clit to rub across my body. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back her screams, but she couldn’t. She was too far into it. She let out a held breath, the moans going with it echoing off the bathroom walls. I gripped her thighs as she fucked my cock, watching her get it in all her holes.
As she shimmied on top of me, my cock throbbed, needing release. She screamed out, her tits bouncing as her body began to shake, her pussy pulsing around my shaft. I grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto me, thrusting up and groaning loud, shooting my come as hard as I possibly could. Grant had grabbed her shoulders and done the same thing, our voices melding together into a chorus. I closed my eyes as I squeezed the last bit of come from my dick.
When I opened them again, I was in the shower, the water still running over my body, my hot seed circling the drain. I breathed deeply, wishing she was there in that bathroom with me, but knowing I was the one who had kept her away. I needed to talk to her, to try to explain, if she would even hear me out anymore.