George's POVAs if heaven was on my side, I heard someone say, “Two more bottles please!”That was her, that was definitely Wendy. It was her voice. She was even insisting on taking two more bottles in her drunk state. How dare she play such a funny game? Who says being drunk as a lady in a silly party was safe? How the hell did she end up in such a state anyway?! She has a scholarship exam coming up and she's here… getting drunk! Just great!! I marched towards where she was and took the bottle from her hand forcefully.“Hey! That's mine!” She screamed in anger. My eyes darkened at her words before dropping the bottle on the table.“No more,” I ordered, but she scoffed before yelling at the top of her lungs,“Who…,” she hiccuped, “Who are you… to,” again she hiccuped. I didn't bother to wait for her to complete her statement before cutting her off.“You're coming with me.” I didn't want to cause a scene there or make anyone notice anything else. They would start taking a video again.
Wendy's POV.My eyes flew open, and I immediately shut them again, the pounding in my head making me want to retreat back into the darkness. "Good Lord... What the fuck is wrong with me?" I cursed under my breath, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain coursing through me.Carefully, I shifted, and my hand brushed against something solid. My heart leaped into my throat as I forced my eyes open despite the pain I was feeling, dreading what I might find. There, lying next to me, was a broad back half covered by a blanket. My hand flew to my mouth when I saw the view beside me... May didn't have such finely toned back, May would never sleep on my bed, and May doesn't have ink!Good Lord!What the fuck happened?Panic surged through me, and I struggled to make sense of my surroundings through the haze of my headache.Oh, dear God...I pressed my hand to my mouth in shock as the pieces slowly fell into place. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my bed. And the man lying beside me was
Wendy's POV."Thank you so much for the ummmm... Thank you for the breakfast and for allowing me to use your shower. Also, thank you for making my headache go away," I mumbled with a nervous smile as I stepped into his room, clothed in his extraordinarily large polo. I smelled like him; everything about me was him.I was feeling so good, and yet I wanted to feel more. The way he looked at me sent me this subtle message that got my body craving."Um, you're welcome, I think," he said and went back to using his laptop.His house was pretty big, and there were many rooms too. I just couldn't help but wonder why he would bring me to his room when there were other rooms in the house."So, when are you leaving?" He asked without looking up at me, and I felt kinda bad. I wanted him to compliment me on his clothes, but the man was too busy to even give me a second glance.Don't I look good in his clothes?"Um, I called May, and she gave me a designated spot. We'll be meeting there around twel
Wendy's POV.He used his hand to fondle my left boob roughly, and each rough fondle always gave way to a low gasp.He stood up and pulled me closer to himself, his hot breath fanning my face, and it sent this delicious yet apprehensive shiver down my spine, and surprisingly, I loved it."You crazy girl... Why don't you just listen to me and take a rest?" He asked me as his other hand caught my boob, and I thought I would explode from the pleasure his rough touches brought. Loving such rough touches when I should be enjoying some soft fondled, I wonder how I turned this way. "How can I go to sleep when my hot professor and I are in a room together? Think it straight, sir. Don't you think that would be silly of me?" I asked and wound my hand around his neck."You'll regret this. I'm trying so hard to control myself, you know?"He stopped fondling my boobs and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me up so my boobs would be pressed against his chest."Well, I don't know about regret
Wendy's POV.As he took me towards his bed, I began to shake badly, and I was sure he must have felt the tremors running through my body. I didn't know why my body was shaking all of a sudden. Was it because of the excitement bubbling through my body, or maybe it was the fear of the pain I would experience during my first sex?Gosh. Maybe I should have told him that it was my first time. I knew I should have, but this stubborn part of me didn't wish to. What if he decided not to have sex with me after he found out that I was a virgin?Better to keep quiet and watch the show unfold than to say anything that would ruin everything. I might lose my sanity if I didn't satisfy that insane craving aching in every part of me.Instead of allowing my fear to cloud every part of me, I chose to curl my arms around his neck, pressing my face against his shoulder as he carried me.It was not too late to stop this now, that good voice whispered in my head. I could tell him that I can't have sex with
George's POV. My throbbing dick slid into her and she was tighter than I had expected, way fucking too tight, and as she suddenly tensed, I hesitated, confused by the sudden flare of panic in her eyes. I frowned and draw my erection back a little to have a rethink about this whole shit but already her muscles were stretching to accommodate me, drawing me into a velvet embrace in such a way that I could think of nothing but thrusting into her tight cunt again, this time around, deeper that I filled her with my swollen shaft, enjoying the way her pussy clenched me so tightly that it was almost painful."Wendy..." I called, looking at her with a surprised suspicious look, she released a shaky breath and looked at me with a weak smile, her chest heaving hard. My brain already knew what was amiss but the lust in me consumed me to such an extent that I could not think straight, all I wanted was to move in her. I drew back a little and then eased forward once more until our bodies were loc
Wendy's POV. "Are you alright, professor?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over his heavy breaths. His weight pressed down on me, but strangely, I didn't feel burdened. It was like holding onto a part of him, a connection I couldn't quite comprehend.I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his warmth against my skin. There was a strange excitement bubbling within me, an unfamiliar sensation that made my heart flutter. But then, he slumped more against me, his body going limp, and I couldn't help but worry.His dick was still in me, though not hard but I could still feel it in me and the thought of him fucking me again was thrilling but I was really sore down there so, I don't think it was much of a good idea. "Wendy..." His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make me shiver. "Yes, professor?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."You... You were so... I mean..." He stuttered as he propelled himself up to face me, his blue staring
Wendy's POV. Few weeks later. Work, eat, study for scholarship exams, and indulge in some seriously hot fucks with my professor – that's the rhythm of my life lately, and let me tell you, it's good. I mean, who wouldn't enjoy it, right?My life is great, I'm glowing, my lessons for exams are going great, my accounts are smiling because business is booming and Kira and I are planning to open another branch of the restaurant soon. It's gonna be so awesome. Save the best for last, my relationship with the professor wasn't defined but the sex was good... He fucks me any chance he gets... Oh sorry, I mean we fuck any chance we get. I'm living my life and I'm happy. "Wendy! Quit zoning out and hit the books. We've got exams in a week, and here you are, as calm as a cucumber. I'm freaking out here!" Tess, a buddy from my scholarship class, sounded like a ticking time bomb.Tess and Anna have a lot in common, I think that's how we get along so well, it's pretty cool to have a new friend.