"Travis Franklin!” She squealed. “What…is this you?”“Yes, it's me in flesh and blood.”They both burst into laughter. “What are you doing here?” He asked, giving her a once over. “I came to get my dad’s prescriptions from the pharmacy.”“You too, what are you doing here?”“I came to get some yarn,” she looked back at Melissa’s shop. "It's good to see you again!" He gave her a half hug. "Yes, it's good to see you again," Tasha said with a smile as they pulled apart. “How many years has it been now?” Travis asked as both of them leaned against her car. “I'm sure we last saw each other five years ago at our twentieth reunion, right?”“Yeah, I think you.”"Wow!" He said. "You haven't changed a bit! You are still as beautiful as ever, Tash.”"I can say the same thing about you too," she grinned. He was so handsome. Though he'd added some weight, he was still very good-looking. “You are in town for the summer, right?” Tasha asked, looking up into his eyes fondly. “Yes, something li
Travis stood still with a hand in his pocket, watching her car until he couldn't see it anymore. He walked to where he parked his car in front of the pharmacy. When he got to his dad's house about twenty-something minutes later, his older brother, Tony, was already there, having finished his shift at Sandville General. Tony was at the kitchen table eating. He and his wife, Rosie, were medical doctors. He was going to stay over at their father's until Rosie finishes her own duty at night and they would leave for their house with their kids. The brothers greeted each other briefly and Travis went to give their father the drugs he bought for him. Travis went outside to sit on the porch after that. His kids and Travis’s kids, who had been with their grandpa since morning, were running around happily in the garden. He wondered for the umpteenth time since Tasha drove away what his life would have been if he started that relationship with her years ago and they eventually got married. “
Brushing her bangs from her forehead, Tasha climbed into the back of the ride, waiting for her at the parking lot of the Oakland airport. It was Saturday midday; she had just returned from Sandville. She had taken the first flight at 6:30 am so she could arrive very early to surprise Grant, who thought she would return on Monday. “You can start the ride,” she said to the driver and relaxed back into the seat. “Yes, ma'am,” the driver said and pulled out of the parking lot to begin the brief journey to Berkeley.Tasha shifted forward and brought out her phone from her bag. She called her mom to let her know she had already landed. She returned her phone to her bag after her call and leaned her head against the car window with a little smile spreading on her lips. She had missed Grant so much, every fiber of her being wanted to be with him now.Being away for these past few days had made her realize how much she had fallen for him and wanted to be with him. The desire for a man which
Grant's hand parted Tasha's legs. He inhaled through clenched teeth when he slipped his finger into her core and realized how wet she already was. The finger came out and found her clit, stroking it.“Grant yes, like that,” Tasha moaned wildly, gripping the sheets in her fists.“Sweetie, you are so wet,” his voice came out gutturally low. His fingers slid into her sopping-wet cunt. She cried out in bliss, lifting her hips to take his fingers in as deep as possible. “Yeah, oh yes, fuck me with those fingers,” she begged shamelessly. He gave her a randy smile and started fucking her until she shuddered and came all over his hand. A tremor of excitement ran through his body just looking at her convulsing beautiful body. His gaze moved up into her eyes, “I love you so much, Tasha. He proclaimed his love to her in a trembling voice. “I will never stop loving you.”“I love you too,” Tasha cupped his face. He leaned down and they shared a long languid kiss. Tasha’s nipples peaked tautly
“Oh God, Stacy,” Blake grunted as he slammed continuously into his wife very early on Tuesday morning. “Fuck me harder!” She yelled. “Go on, go on!”“Oh yeah, darling,” he did as his wife urged, hammering himself deep into her body faster and faster.The wet slapping noises from their colliding bodies grew louder and louder. He could feel his climax gathering, but tried to delay it, wanting Stacy to come first. “Darling, this is so good,” she moaned as she felt the head of his cock swelled in her. “So good.”“Yes, so good,” he said into her ear. “I’m gonna come!” She sobbed deliriously.“Oh yes,” he grabbed her hips and began thrusting upwards. “Yes, come for me.”She did. It was very hard and shattering. Her pussy gripped his cock more tightly, spurring him to his own completion. "I'm cumming!" He gasped."Fuck! Fill my pussy!" She wailed the moment she felt the first rope of his cum in her core. He pounded her harder and faster than before, spilling rope after rope of his visco
Tasha’s phone rang on the desk beside her hand. She looked away from her computer screen and reached for it. She glanced at the screen and the corners of her mouth curved with a smile. It was Grant. She swiped the screen. “Hey babe.” “Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?”“I'm fine.” She removed her reading glasses and dropped it on the desk. “I'm about to finish the second chapter for today.”“Wow,” Grant said excitedly from the other end. “That's fantastic, well-done, my love.”“Thank you,” she beamed as if he was there with him. “What do you want me to get for dinner?” He asked. “I don't want us to cook tonight. I want us to relax.”“Mmmm,” she moaned softly. “I like that. Chicken wings and mango tropical salad are fine.”“Okay good,” he said. “I will get it before coming to pick you up. Is that okay?”“Yeah, it's fine. I need to go to the faculty office to see Prof. Sinclair. I will have enough time to see her before you come over.”“Okay then,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to g
Laura Gray walked down the long corridor and stopped in front of the door marked Room 403. She was about to knock when her eyes caught the words written on the plaque, “out of office for today.”She hissed at herself, knowing she came late. It was well over one hour after the time Professor Paige said he would be around to attend to postgrad students in the email he sent out.Laura was a master's student, and the next semester would be her last semester on campus. “Well, I hope Prof. will be around tomorrow.” She thought to herself and started walking away. Laura noticed him leaning against his car, talking with Dr. Harrison the moment she stepped outside into the foyer. She smiled to herself and quickened her steps towards him. "Good evening, Prof. Daniels, good evening Dr. Harrison," she greeted both of them with a tentative smile when she got to their side. "I was just coming from your office, Prof. I'm sorry I came late. My manager at work stretched my shift.”“Hey,” Dr. Harriso
“I said I'm coming with my girlfriend,” he said into the phone with fake confidence. “On Sunday, for lunch.” "Wow, really?" His mother's excitement was palpable. "What's her name?"“Laura…” the name slid off his lips before he could even think. “Laura Gray.”"Wow, what a beautiful name. I can't wait to meet her!" his mother exclaimed."Yeah, me too," Trevor muttered under his breath, feeling guilty for deceiving his mother. “I can't wait for you to meet her, mom.” “Mom,” he called out slowly when he realized what he just did. “I will call you after I freshen up. I have to use the bathroom now.” “It's okay, darling.” Mrs. Daniels said sweetly. “Call me back later. I want to hear all about her before we meet on Sunday."Trevor said goodbye and ended the call, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. “What the fuck!” He muttered loudly and dropped his laptop bag on the dining table which he had turned into a work table. He eats his meals in the kitchen or on the couch in front of the