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There it was, the reminder of how terrible she really was.A sobering if futile reminder of the other reason I shouldn't be touching her. "Anyway, I remember you were down there, in that position, hands and knees and hunched over. Except you, well... you were wearing this, um..." Why was it so hard to say? I'd seen her naked, but that had been in some other reality, a fantasy made real. This story was something that had happened here in the real world, where she was a student and I was a teacher and everything about us was wrong. "Come on, spit it out. Shit, you can take my clothes off but you can't describe 'em?" "You were wearing these pink athletic shorts. You know the ones I mean?" She nodded, her smirk still slight. "I know the ones." "Yeah. And with you bent over like that, they crept right up the crack of your ass. I swear it would have been harder to imagine you naked if you were just in your underwear, you know?" "They do do that. That's why I barely wear 'em any more. Fi
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During my prep period, I popped by Isa's office. She glanced up from her laptop. "I have to be downtown for a staff meeting in twenty minutes Canon, so whatever it is, make it quick." "Hello to you, too." I closed the door behind me, settling into the oversized bean bag chair she kept in the corner to signal my intent to get comfy and stay as long as I liked. Then I got a whiff of all the dust kicked up by my doing so and regretted it, but I think I hid it well. It would appear this too-casual seating option was seldom exercised. "I wanted to talk about the Serenex." "I wondered when you would. What all did you overhear Saturday night when you were playing possum?" "Not enough. Start at the beginning. Tell me what you learned, how you learned it. Everything." "Look, stop in tomorrow and maybe I'll have time for this, all right? Much as I'd be perfectly happy to fabricate an excuse to get out of sitting in the same room as you, I really do have that staff meeting." "Tell them som
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She rolled her eyes, but to my surprise, then held out her left hand and slapped it hard with her right, rebuking herself. "I'm not a virgin, obviously. I'm twenty-eight years old. I've been with a number of women. But in the archaic sense that you meant it, sir, yes. I have never let a man have sex with me before." "Apologies, officer. So... do I fuck you," I pondered, taking a slow tour of her dripping wet pussy. "Or you," I thrust the same finger between her lips. She sucked it automatically. "Or these babies." I gave her tits a soft slap with my spare hand. Isa squeaked in surprise, but didn't stop sucking. In the end, it was the sucking that decided me. "Oh, hell. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't let your little girlfriend be on hand to watch me deflower you? Now I don't want to be too presumptuous. I'd like a blowjob, but only if you want to give me one. Consent matters and all. I'd hate to be - how did you put it? - archaic." "I can give you a blowjob if you'd like
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I knelt down and patted her head. She simply stared past me at the ceiling, thunderstruck both by the intensity of her pleasure and its source. "See? And this is what you missed out on Saturday night."Two hours later, I received a text from Candy. It was jarring, seeing right above it my stealth command to dose Isa and then herself. Beneath that, the new message read, I can't believe you came all over Isa's tits. I can't believe you got her to show me. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Can I (we??)come over? Please? I need it. ;)Myself, I was enjoying watching Megan sashay around the house in cutoff denim shorts and not a stitch else, dusting and vacuuming and scrubbing and polishing. She had to go home to feed her kids soon, but I wanted to at least let her pay off a little bit of her debt while we were both available.Not tonight. I'll let you two honor your obligation - dinner and a threesome - but not tonight.Megan crawled along the floor of my living room, pausing every
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Wednesday morning, Cassie and I showered up together. She really did like getting wet with me, and I didn't have the heart to deny her. We made a note to get moving earlier on mornings she slept over so we didn't have to risk anyone seeing her sneaking out of my house at dawn. It would be so nice after graduation with the reduced pressure to hide everything. For now, though, it was off to work.It was a stormy day, but that was fine by me. Rainy days were always more subdued, the students calmer. I'd even managed to line up reading days for all six sections for once, which meant I was only standing in front of the class and teaching for a brief window at the beginning and end of class. The rest was spent catching up on long overdue grading and administrative paperwork.Amy Cook-Burfield and I had our lunch meeting. Elsewhere, Isa and Candy were sharing a meal, daydreaming about submitting and watching that submission respectively. Amy wasn't as thrilling as that company promised to be
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Sean couldn't make it, but Alice, Jacqui, Jay, Roddy and I were all there, all punctual as usual. Gooses was a decent little bar. Since none of us lived in White Oaks, we'd chosen it only because it was near the highway and Jay had thought the lack of apostrophe in the signage would drive my English teacher sentimentality insane. (It did, but I seldom gave him the satisfaction of admitting as much.) The food was good, the drinks reasonably priced, the staff friendly, and the company top notch. I'd bought the first round; when Jacqui grew suspicious of the impoverished teacher's generosity, I shrugged and said I'd been having a good week. I was spared further interrogation after Roddy piped in with the story of his week, which seemed to be going tragically the opposite direction - but the telling was up to his usual comedic standard. Then, suddenly, in walked a woman who was the visual equivalent of a needle pulling off a record. Roddy trailed off mid-sentence in his vivid description
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I kept my eyes right on Abbie's. The man barely existed. "Come with me," I commanded. "I don't think you were listening, pal. I said, the lady and I were talking. Why don't you take a seat." He probably sat up taller, or cracked his knuckles, or some other macho posturing bullshit. I wouldn't know. I wasn't looking. "You heard the man." But her eyes signaled her mirth. "I heard him. He said you were talking. Were. Now, we're talking. So let's... talk." The man said something, but Abbie spoke right over him. "You have something you want to say to me, Mister?" "Matter of fact, I do." I took a step closer and tilted her chin up so that our eyelines met. "You're incredible, and I want to buy you a drink, and take you home with me," I stated plainly. My desire to simply get her out of this bar and out of sight of my friends was a part of it, but really, the ambiance was working. Standing there with dozens of people watching or half-watching us, it was easy to forget she wasn't simply
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"I'm still a teacher, Abbie..." I warned. I think I even meant it when I said it, though the preposterousness of the warning sunk in the moment the sound hit air. "And I'm still a set of tits and ass for your ogling pleasure. So shut up and fuck your hot little nympho bar babe already, yeah? "You got it, Lucy." "Lucy?" she grunted. "My friend thought you looked like a Lucy." She slammed down onto my cock, all the way to the hilt. Her hips gyrated slowly as her pussy squeezed my cock like she was milking the thing. "Yeah, but I feel like a Tighty." Then I was coming inside her, my beautiful stranger, so I didn't have the wherewithal to laugh at the pun until after I recovered. Each of my friends - and Sylvia - texted me before the night was out in a mix of incredulity, curiosity, and in Jacqui's case, mostly jocular condemnation. I didn't respond. What was there to say? I didn't want to lie to my friends, and I certainly couldn't tell the truth. I'd come up with something later.
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