“I don’t have much time,” Foster said.“So hurry then,” I replied. I realized that my reply meant I was effectively sealing my fate, but I’d already sealed it much earlier. I’d sealed it when I’d internally sagged with relief when he’d said his date wasn’t a date. I’d sealed it when I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off him my entire dinner. I’d sealed it the minute he’d kissed me and I’d realized I needed it more than I needed air.I said I’d avoided Foster like the plague that week, but maybe I’d already caught him. I was infected.Foster ripped down my leggings and palmed me between my legs. We groaned at the same time.“You’re so wet,” Foster groaned. I leaned in to his palm, relishing the feeling of his rough skin against my most sensitive of places.“Please,” I begged.Foster grabbed my hair and pulled me back against his chest. “I’m sorry we have to be quick,” Foster whispered against the skin of my neck.“Just do it!”I heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping and then h
I’d been naked with Foster before, but I’d never really seen him naked. At least, I’d never studied him naked. He was absolute perfection. From head to toe, he was sculpted and tanned and so delectable. When he gripped my hips and pulled me close, I couldn’t help but smile.“What are you smiling at?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.“You’re handsome,” I said, sounding like a freaking schoolgirl. Foster grinned and kissed me. Taking my bottom lip in his, he sucked long and hard until I was practically panting at his feet.“You ready, beautiful?” Foster asked, forehead pressed against mine.I was.Show Of HandsI sat front and center. Wearing only a skirt and no underwear, it was probably the craziest thing I’d ever done and would do. Every Monday and Wednesday was torture for me. Foster stood up at the front, looking incredibly sexy with his rolled up sleeves and messy hair, speaking with complete confidence on one of the hardest subjects I’d ever taken. Then, afterward, he domi
I asked Rachael to stay up with me on Thursday and we spent the night getting drunk and watching eighties movies. Something about John Hughes always made me feel better.Rachael bought string and we braided friendship bracelets like we were still in high school, except we both knew we weren’t. I was having an affair with my professor and Rachael was guzzling wine like it was water. By the third bottle we were too drunk to separate the strings and had to stop braiding. I leaned back into the couch with a sigh, watching Molly Ringwald with fascination. Even in her insecurity, she seemed so sure of herself.“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” I whined.“I know,” Rachael said, taking a bite of the brownies we’d made earlier. “I mean, you of all people. I thought you would work all through college and be one of those boring people who had no stories to tell. But sleeping with your professor? That’s pretty metal.”I grabbed a pillow and groaned in to it. “Not helping.”“Oh come on, N
“You have to get up and do something, Nora.”I glared at Rachael. “I am doing something, Rach. I’m eating ice cream and watching Netflix.”“Is that alcoholic ice cream?” Rachael asked, glaring at my almost finished pint.“Maybe,” I responded, glaring back.“How much of that have you had? It’s only ten in the morning.” Rachael reached for the pint I was nursing against my chest. I hoped if I kept the cold bucket pressed against me long enough it might numb my broken heart.“None of your beeswax,” I said, holding the ice cream out of reach. Rachael lunged for the ice cream but I scrambled to the other end of the couch.Exasperated, Rachael pulled back. Hands on hips, she said, “You can’t just stay here and get drunk on ice cream all day.”“Why not?” I asked, spooning more into my mouth.“Because it’s…” Rachael struggled to find a reason. “It’s pathetic.”“Well”—I pointed my spoon at her as I made my point—“I feel pretty pathetic so at least what I’m doing matches that.”Rachael perched
I shook my head, feeling even dumber than I had before, and started to walk away. I didn’t need any more reasons for my heart to break.“Nora, wait!” Foster called out to me just as I was about to round the stone corner. I paused, unsure if I wanted to go back to him. Despite my body practically yelling at me to turn around and see what he wanted, my brain begged for relief. My mind knew that whatever Foster wanted would only lead to more heart ache.“What do you want, Foster?” I asked, keeping my back to him. My heart had won, but my mind still had some power. I leaned against the stone wall, refusing to look at Foster or walk back.“Is it so horrible that you love me?”I wanted to smack my head against the rocky wall that I leaned against.“It’s more than horrible. I can’t love someone I can never have. Every Monday and Wednesday are simultaneously the best and worst days of my week.” I sighed, giving myself a break so I didn’t burst into tears. Ungluing my eyes from the stone wall,
He planted another light kiss on my lips before saying, “Really.”* * *All Rachael had to say when I told her about Foster’s new job was “I told you so.” After she practically knocked me upside the head for being so stubborn and not listening to her in the first place, she pulled me into a big bear hug.It’d been almost a month since Foster had started his new job, and we couldn’t have been happier. I spent almost every night at his place and most days I visited him for lunch at the other campus.One particular day Foster wasn’t expecting me, though. I’d told him I had an exam that would run long. In reality, I wanted to watch him work. While I was ecstatic that Foster and I could be out in the open, I did miss watching him teach. Foster was an amazing professor and there was something magical about watching him teach.As the rest of his students were filing in, I situated myself in an inconspicuous spot. I opened my laptop so he wouldn’t see my face and watched him for the full hour
Stevie giggled and opened her eyes. The first think she saw was flashing lights. Then she focused on a figure walking towards her. The policeman was adjusting his belt and whistling as he strolled towards the Jeep. As Stevie buttoned her shirt up, she smiled and slid over to her seat. Don lay there smiling with his dick lying against his leg and a glimmering stream of fluid across his thigh.“Uh, sir, could you please put that away?” the policeman sternly said, obviously holding back his laughter. “Some may consider that a weapon.”“Sorry officer,” Don said, trying to fix himself.“A few motorists called in complaining, but I’ve been here for 5 minutes and didn’t see anything to complain about. In fact, I filmed the whole thing and was going to bring it to show the wife tonight on our vacation at the cabin. I’ll just give you a warning for indecent exposure and ask you to get a hotel room. And miss, I shouldn’t say this, but, you are beautiful during sex!” He gave Don the ticket and w
With his face buried in her backside, his mouth reached her pussy and he pushed the slender ice cube between Stevie’s pussy lips. The ice seemed to melt as it touched the deep fire within her inner soul. As he did it, she bent her body even further, making her sanctuary more accessible to his exploring. His mouth found its way and he licked the length of it, making her ache for him.**********Stevie was frantically trying to free her hands, causing red bruising from the cuffs on her wrists; they were dangerously close to bleeding. Don’s hands grasped her ass hard as he continued his journey between her thighs and began licking deeper into her. Her moans urged him on.He stood up behind Stevie and rested one hand on her butt, playfully slapping it. He undid his pants and pulled them off with his underwear. She looked back but couldn’t see him. Her body was leaning over and she looked down the length of her frame, beyond her dangling breasts and between her legs, and saw him stepping u