Sex in Montpellier

“I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my English. Therefore I can only apologize for the mistakes I make. Still I like to write in English - isn’t that a way to improve your command of the language? “

I am a 51 years old widower.

I have a daughter 23 years old.

I’m rich, terribly rich.

For my age I’m good looking.

I have it all, except love. Why?

My dear wife died. Cancer is a terrible decease. Sometimes you can’t do anything, no matter what you do. She left me five years ago. We were a very happy couple to the very last. Since then my one and only purpose in life has been Cindy, my adorable lovely daughter. She is doing fine. Her studies go well. She is close to being a doctor of medicine, only 23. I love her, but I’m miss love, the love between man and woman. Why?

I meet a lot with friends, I’m approached by a lot of women. Some of them are married, some not. The married ones I desist, the others I try out. Some of them are good, others aren’t. But I do not get the right feeling. Why?

They do not put up to Mary’s standards, not even close. And, what are they after, my wealth or me? Who can tell? To be honest, most certainly many would be happy with me, also without my dollars.

Anyway, this was the situation. I wasn’t very happy. Came the day when Cindy brought home her first boyfriend. He was nice. I liked him. We got along fine, the three of us. But after a while they tended to have other interests. We could sit together for a while, and then they went off to do something. I didn’t exactly want to know what. This went on for a couple of months.

One evening Cindy asked if I would mind come over to Harry’s place. She wanted me to meet with his parents.

“Is this then that serious?” I asked.

“In a way, yes, but not necessarily so,” she replied.

It was agreed that we should visit Harry’s family the next Thursday evening.

On said evening we went over to the Browns. Harry and his parents John and Joan met outside their large house. We shook hands, properly introduced by Harry. We walked around the house to the pool area. Their pool was bigger than our. In a shaded area by the pool, we were introduced to Harry’s elder sister Amy. She was preparing drinks. She looked fabulous. She had dark hair, almost black, reaching almost down to her waist. She had a wonderful face, a very good-looking nose and her mouth was just the right size. She had a nice suntan. She was looking at me with her green-blue eyes when asking what my pleasure was. She was clad in a very nice sundress exposing her formidable legs. Her breasts looked tremendous. They were quite large. If they were firm, they would be the most exquisite breasts I have ever seen.

I was intoxicated. She was beautiful and looking intelligent at the same time. That’s not very common. She repeated her question about my pleasure. I couldn’t tell her what my pleasures were, so I asked for a scotch. She handed me my drink with a marvelous smile. She was the loveliest woman I had seen for many years, if ever. I had to withdraw. I chatted with John, - Jack as he was called among friends. The others joined us as we sat down around a table. We got acquainted. Among other things we discussed some politics. We all agreed that in spite of the nice tax-policy of Mr. George W. Bush, he was a pest. He was distributing wealth the wrong way. After having expressed our mutual disgust, we changed subject.

We didn’t want to destroy the evening. I was told that Amy had a small house of her own, not very far away. She had just recently finished her law studies and was now practicing in Jack’s law firm. She was doing well, for being green, Jack explained with a laugh. We all joined. I had to concentrate not to stare at her too much. She had a wonderful voice, very pleasant, but sexy at the same time. I was further informed that Harry had bought a house as well. The former owners were to move out within the month. The family seemed to have their things in good shape. Being an architect, I volunteered my help, if needed. After a few more drinks, we entered the house. It looked rich, everything done with good taste. As I commented on this, I was informed that it was the making of Joan - she was an interior-architect.

“The dinner is served,” came from the doorway. There was a lovely Mexican maid announcing this.

We all moved to the dining room. I was placed between Joan and Amy facing Cindy. The dinner was exquisite. The table conversation was animated. I enjoyed it all tremendously. I sensed Amy’s presence all the time. I was careful not to look at her too often. Jack told a story. We all laughed. As we did so, Amy quite spontaneously placed her hand on my lap. I looked at her. She looked at me, still laughing. Then she removed her hand. I slowly recovered. She was too lovely to be true. We had coffee in the living room. Joan served Cognac, a very good brand. Now came the news, obviously the cause of this visit.

“What would you say, Dad, if I move in with Harry to his new house?” Cindy asked.

One billion thoughts rushed through my head. Did I like the prospect? Harry was very nice. He could be a good husband for Cindy. I would be alone in the house. How would that feel? Not good. But it was natural that she would leave. Did I feel pity for myself? Yes, I did, but I shouldn’t. I sipped at my Cognac.

“You could do worse,” I answered with a laugh. Hope it went home.

“Have you all discussed this earlier?” I then asked looking at the others.

“Yes, we have,” Joan said. “We like Cindy very much. We think they fit together very well,” she added.

“We thought it proper that we get acquainted before the decision is made,” Jack filled in.

The young couple looked so happy together.

“I find Harry a very good man for my little baby,” I declared, “just start planning.”

“This needs celebrating. How about some Champagne?” Jack asked.

We split a large bottle of the sparkling drink.

Finally I thought it was time to take leave.

“I like to thank you all for a formidable evening,” I said. “I think it’s time to go home now,” I added.

“I thought I would stay over,” Cindy declared.

“OK, then I can test how it feels to be at home alone,” I said laughing.

“We must order a cab. I can’t drive. Can you bring home the car in the morning, Cindy?” I asked.

“Sure, I will,” Cindy said. You can drop me at the university. I don’t want to take my car tomorrow.

“Charles, can I come with the same taxi? I live in your direction,” Amy asked.

“But of course,” I replied with a smile.

We took farewell and climbed into the waiting taxi.

Amy gave the address and we were on our way. As we were approaching her house in a nice area Amy bluntly asked;

“As you are an architect, could you come and have a look at my house? There are some plans I would like to discuss with you.”

“Sure, no problem. It’s late but why not?” I replied.

I told the taxi to wait, but Amy explained that the project was quite complex and therefore suggested that I pay off the car. What could I do? I paid off the taxi.

Amy took my hand and led the way around the house. In the backyard she had a small swimming pool. The lights were on in the living room facing the pool area. There was a wall around the area. Obviously no one could see pool and its surroundings.

“Are you in a hurry? I would like to take a night swim,” she explained. “How about you?” I felt dizzy.

“OK. Do you have some swimming trunks I could borrow?” I asked.

“You don’t need any here. The area is quite secluded,” Amy told me and started to strip.

As she didn’t have much on in the first place, she was nude in a matter of seconds. My eyes almost popped out of its sockets. Her breasts were just as firm as I never dared to expect. She stood there, looking at me in anticipation. I started to pull off my clothes, slowly at first, but then I speeded it up. As I was nude, she said:

“You are very polite, Charley,” looking at my very large and very erect dick with a smile.

Usually I’m never shy, but this time I felt embarrassed. She was so young, more than twenty years younger than me.

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” I replied trying to neglect her comment.

“You are very handsome, yourself, and just so witty that I like it,” she said.

She went to the pool and dived into the warm and soft water. I followed her. It felt nice, too nice. We swam for a while. I noticed that my dick was still rock hard. After a while Amy swam up to me, put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on my mouth. I answered her kiss. Our tongues met. She came closer; she let her legs go over my rigid tool. She pressed her legs together and she must have felt my enormous manhood between them. She continued the kissing. I was about to come. I hadn’t been so erotically aroused for years, if ever. Suddenly she left me, swam to the stairs and climes out of the water. There she stood looking down at me expectantly. I climbed up. My tool was aiming at the moon. She took hold of my hand and led me to the house. She opened the door and switched off the burglar alarm. She led me to her bedroom and lay down.

“Take me,” she said.

I took a position between her outspread legs and brought my sobbing pole to the entrance of her lovely cunt. Then slowly I entered. In spite of the enormous size, it went in very well. Amy was very wet, not only from the pool-water.

“This first time, fuck me hard,” she pleaded.

I did. I pumped her with high speed. She met my movements, her vagina closing around my throbbing cock making it feel like she sucked me. The physical feeling was exquisite; the emotional feeling was a mix-up. I didn’t know how to interpret it all. Why did she want me that badly? Of course I was hilarious about it. Would I be disappointed in the long run though? Was she only horny at the moment and me being the only one around, the best pick to take care of her needs, physical needs? I tried to suppress my thinking and to concentrate on the fucking. The pressure was building up. I came filling her with cum, hot steaming cum. Now was the moment. What would happen after this? I rolled down beside her and started to fondle with her clit. Her entire cunt was like a jelly-jar. There were both here juices and my semen. I massaged her clit in the best way I knew. She looked very pleased. She came. Now, really was the time. What would she say?

“That was fantastic. I need something to drink. Want something?” was all she said.

She got up, and I followed her to the kitchen. We both chose beer. We drank it from glasses, standing there in the kitchen. I was still fully erect. Amy took my pole in her hand and made a few massaging strokes along the shaft.

“I love this one,” she declared. She emptied her glass, and went down on her knees. She gave me a blowjob, the best I could remember. I exploded into her lovely mouth. She swallowed.

“As Cindy is coming to fetch you from home in the morning, I suppose you have to leave. Before that I would like you to eat me,” she informed me.

We went to her bedroom; she spread herself out on her bed. I took a good position kneeling on the floor and started to eat her, lick her and suck on her. She came with a silent growl.

“While you are getting on your clothes, I’ll get you a taxi,” she said.

“The next time we meet, you are the boss. When can you make it?” she asked without any hesitations.

“I can make it tonight,” I promised as the cab arrived. We kissed and I left.

At home in bed I had difficulties with falling to sleep. Finally I slept.

In the morning Cindy came to fetch me. She had had breakfast at the Browns but she joined for a cup of coffee.

“How did you like the evening?” she asked.

“It was great. I liked the Browns very much. I’m actually very glad for you and Harry. Let’s hope that everything goes well for you,” I said.

“You seemed to like Amy a lot. She is nice, isn’t she?”

“Yes, and old enough to me your sister,” I said without enthusiasm. “They are all very nice,” I added.

“Actually Amy seemed to be quite fond of you as well,” Cindy teased.

“She is just the type of woman I would prefer, but alas, she is to young.”

“Don’t say that. Now a day 20 years isn’t too much. It’s more a matter of psychology. If you have the same views on life, the same values, equal interests everything else is in order, then some difference in age doesn’t matter too much.”

“Hey, I’m 51 and she cant be much more than 25, that’s a difference of 26 years.”

“No, she is 31, but well preserved. She doesn’t look childish though,” Amy said as if trying to give me hope.

“Well, that sounds much better, but 20 years is quite a lot.”

“I wouldn’t bother about that. Shall we leave? Time is running,” she ended the intriguing discussion.

I dropped her off at the university and went to my office. I didn’t have any appointments that day and the staff was working hard on their projects. I looked up the phone number of Jacks law firm. I wrote it down. It was 10 am. What should I do? My hands were sweating. I stared at the phone number. I tried to have a look at my most urgent projects. They didn’t seem urgent at all, as they weren’t. I just couldn’t concentrate. At 11 am. I called the John Brown’s Attorneys at Law. I asked the switchboard for Amy Brown. I was connected.

“Hello, Amy. This is Charles. How are you this morning?” I started.

“Naughty you, you kept me waiting,” Amy answered with a soft giggle.

“Well,” I said not knowing how to proceed.

“I hope you aren’t upset about last night,” Amy helped.

“It was a fantastic night. First with your family and then with you, but I feel quite intrigued, I must confess.”

“Don’t, it was a fabulous night. Are you sticking to your promise to see me tonight?”

“I sure am. You aren’t free for lunch, are you?” I wagered.

“Yes, I’m free. Which place did you have in mind?” she asked.

“Isn’t Anthony’s, there close to you, a good place?”

“Yes, if you can afford it,” she said with a wonderful laugh.

“See you there at 12 then, is it OK?”

“Perfect, see you then, bye,” she said and put down her receiver.

I asked my secretary to order a table for two and to have our errand boy Bill to drive me there. He loved to drive my Mercedes.

I stood up at the table as she arrived a few minutes past 12. She was clad in a very neat costume, dark purple with stripes. She looked adorable.

She offered me one of her cheeks, but as I was about to kiss it she turned her head and took the kiss on her lips. I think I blushed, I hope I didn’t.

We had a wonderful pasta dish with some white wine.

“You have been contemplating about our ages, I presume,” she asked.

“As a matter of fact, I have,” I replied. “I just heard from Cindy that you are 31. I thought yesterday that you are even younger.”

“No, that’s right. I’m a mature woman,” she said followed by her lovely giggle.

“That you are mature I realized last evening, that you are mature in another way I realized last night,” I explained.

“I have many friends, mainly girl friends. My perhaps two best friends are married to guys more than 20 years older than themselves. They are the happiest couples I know in addition to my parents. So, not trying to propose, I have a very good picture of what a relationship with a mature man can be. Still I hope that it could be even better than the picture I have. You made quite an impression on me last night, both during the evening and in the night. I felt very happy.”

Reminded about last night, I was fully erect by now.

“I’m very glad, that you think that way,” I said.

Coffee was served and Amy moved a bit closer to me in the sofa.

She brought her hand on my lap under the table, feeling my hard on she nodded. She took my hand and brought it to her crotch, then pulling up her skirt. My fingers reached for her cunt. She didn’t have any lingerie’s on. Her pussy was wet. I fondled her clit. She took hold of my almost bursting cock.

“I removed my briefs before I came here. Usually I have some,” Amy explained.

“I got erect as I so you, usually it’s hanging down,” I replied. We both laughed.

We fondled for a while, checking the other tables that no one was observing our game. We were soon both close to coming.

“Do you have to go back to your office this afternoon?” I asked.

“Yes, I have a client coming in at 2. I should be free around 4.”

I let go Amy’s cunt and took out my Nokia.

“Give me your mobile number. I don’t know about Cindy’s program this evening.

It’s either your place or mine. I will pick you up after work. OK?” I asked.

We exchanged numbers.

“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” Amy said.

I paid the bill, and then we left the place. I had problems with my erection. It was protruding quite forcibly in my pants. We kissed briefly and she left. I decided to walk back to my office. The two miles walk made me good. As I reached the office, my erection was gone. My secretary, Sue, gave me a curious glimpse. She couldn’t know, could she?

I phoned Cindy. She didn’t answer. She had her Nokia on silent during lectures.

Twenty minutes later she called.

“Hi, Dad, you called?” she said.

“Yes, love, wanted to know about your program this evening.”

“We’ll meet with Harry. Don’t know where yet. What’s up?”

“I’ll see a friend tonight. Would like to have it in private, so I will either go out or be at home, it depends on you guys,” I explained.

“Sounds interesting. You can be at home. We’ll go to Harry’s place,” she helped.

“Want to tell me something?” she added.

“Not at the moment. I’ll explain later,” I decided.

“OK, Dad, have a nice evening.”

“You too, give my regards.”

I was waiting for the call. I was thinking about what the future would bring. I thought about Cindy moving out. I thought about the large house becoming almost empty. Or, was there a chance that it wouldn’t become empty after all? It was too early to tell. - I was waiting for the call.

My phone rang. It was a client, Ron, who placed an order based on a quotation I had given him one week ago. He wanted me to draw him a house. I thanked him, but I wasn’t too excited about it. I was waiting for THE call.

My mobile rang.

“I’m ready love,” she said. It was Amy!

“OK, if I pick you up in 15 minutes?” I asked.

“That’s fine, see you, bye,” she said. The phone went dead.

“I’m off for the day,” I told Sue as I passed her desk. “Have a nice week-end.”

“You too, Charles,” she said and handed me my car keys.

I took the elevator down to the garage, jumped into the car and drew off.

Amy was waiting at the curb outside her office. She jumped in.

“Nice car. Where are we going, boss?” she began with a laugh.

“How about my place this time?” I suggested.

“Sounds fine,” she said.

“How about food? I don’t have a maid. Should get one though. Shall we be self-sufficient or shall we go out?”

“You are the boss tonight. You decide.”

“Then, shall we order a pizza? They’ll deliver within half an hour.”

“That’s fine with me.”

We arrived at home. I asked her what kind of pizza she preferred and then ordered accordingly. Meanwhile Amy was strolling around in the house. She didn’t go upstairs.

“Nice place you have here. You seem to have a good taste when it comes to living.”

She came over to me and we kissed. It was nice to feel her breast against my chest. I was immediately aroused.

“Let’s eat out-doors,” I suggested. We took what was needed and laid the table on the terrace. Amy started to strip. Soon she had only her bikinis on. The pizza arrived. I paid off the delivery and returned to the terrace. I too stripped down to my trunks and shirt. Then we ate. My cock was protruding in my trunks. She looked down at my lap and giggled.

Mya is a tiny girl, I’m five foot seven and she barely reaches my chin, but it isn’t just that she’s short, her whole body is tiny. Her breasts barely require a bra, actually, if she wears a semi-loose shirt, like usual, you can’t see any protrusion at all. Her pixie-like figure continues through her waist, into her non-existent hips, and all the way down her legs. Her ass completely destroys the Latina booty stereotype; Mya’s ass is small, yet still shapely.

“Taking a nap?” Mya shot herself into the center of my attention with an argumentative voice.

“No, just resting.” I spun my head to see her. She was wearing jeans that had to have been painted on her and a loose-fitting black tee-shirt that read, ‘Sith Happens.’ “Hey, I’ve been looking for that!”

“Well, you left it here last week when you took a nap after your Friday swim. I guess you dropped it when you were putting on your uniform. I’ve mostly been using it as a sleep shirt. It’s really comfy. Could you turn around, I didn’t mean to grab this one.” I turned around and closed my eyes. “Are you ready for the mid-term? I mean, you didn’t come over to study, so I was wondering how long you studied last night.”

“Ah, well, I didn’t want to have to constantly reassure you when I should’ve been sleeping. Really, you know the material back and front, if you do bad on the exam it’ll be because you didn’t get enough sleep. I studied for about half an hour and I’m pretty damn confident.”

“Done.” I sat up to see her in a loose white UM-SL hoodie, her curly hair hanging past her shoulders. Her hand held my tee-shirt, “Do you want this back?”

“You really like it?”

“Sure, it’s comfy.” I could’ve sworn I saw her mumble something, but I put it out of mind.

“Then it’s yours.” I smiled, and once again, I thought my eyes deceived me when I saw her face light up for just a moment.

“Thanks.” She said meekly. “Time to go.” We grabbed our packs and left Bellrive Hall and started our walk to Benton Hall for our Psych exam that we still had fifteen minutes before it began. When we arrived, we both sat in the front row. We got comfortable and pulled out our pencils for the test. Mya turned to me, “Since we still got a couple of minutes, you should start working on the crick in my neck like you said.”

I told her to turn around and I began rubbing her neck vigorously. I just started moving to her shoulders as the Professor walked into the classroom. I patted her on the neck and spun around to look straight at the educator.

***

“So, how do you think you did?” Mya could never help talking about tests after taking them, something I stopped doing long before then.

“Good, I survived.” I knew my passé comment would annoy her.

“Damnit Victor! How the fuck do you do that? Just take it easy and nail the fucking test. I know you rely on scholarships and one test could drop the financial aid. Why don’t you care?” Told you it would annoy her.

The calm, logical brain told me to relax, and explain logically that when I worry I do worse on tests. However, since when do men listen to their cerebellum? My heart told me to jump right back, so I obeyed the stronger, more appealing course of action. “Oooh, bigger question, why do you? You don’t need to study so damn much. Jesus Christ, you’re the one who got a full ride. You’re evidently good enough to not need to care either.” I know you’re thinking that those words don’t sound like much, almost reassuring. My sardonic tone, however, ripped through her, igniting her fury. My brain still wasn’t loud enough to shout for me to the shut the hell up yet, though. “You’re so uptight; live a little. All you ever do is study. Go get laid, have some fun.” I dropped the word “fun” with the all the magnanimity of King Kong beating his chest on the Empire State Building. Before I could react, her hand rose up and slapped me across the face. Her action stung like nettles upon my cheek, the sound emanating across Bugg Lake. “That was new.” That remark was characteristic of Victor Gallagher, Master of Understatement.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” She stormed off, marching back to her dorm.

“Dude, did you just ask to fuck her in the ass?” Sometimes, my own gender pisses me off. I ignored Joe Classmate as I took off to talk Mya down. My backpack slamming against my back, my back reveled that I only had two classes today. My next class, Bioethics, was canceled as we already took the mid-term. I grabbed her by the wrist firmly, but not violently.

“Sorry, what set you off like that?” My voice was no longer caustic, but transferred to my usual caring, sympathetic voice.

Her response, dripping with anger, “Go get laid.” I had no idea why that phrase would set her off so, she had said it to me off-handedly pretty often. I let go of her wrist and wrapped my arms around her, but she blocked my hug by placing her arms against my chest. I still pulled her to me, gently rubbing her back through her sweatshirt. I apologized in hushed tones repeatedly, until she finally relaxed, throwing her arms around my lower back and crushing her face into my chest. I could hear muffled sobs coming from her, so I kissed the top of her head. We stood there on the grass for what had to be five minutes, other people just moving around us, before she stopped crying. It was weird in several ways, first, this was the first emotion she ever expressed except anxiety and anger, and second, she would release these emotions in such a public area.

She rubbed her face into my shirt and looked up at me. “So, what’re your plans today?”

“Well, I was planning to do a little swimming since I have three hours before stats. You’re free to join me if you like.” I smiled, hoping to cheer her up even more.

“That’d be fun, I mean, I won’t join you or anything. I didn’t bring a swimsuit to campus, but I could study while you swim and we could talk when we go to our next classes.” Her voice cracked just a little. We started our trek to the athletic complex. I went to the locker room to change into some board shorts. I walked into the pool room to find Mya already curled up in a chair and racing through some flash cards. I dove into the lukewarm water and swam twenty-five laps in the Olympic-sized pool. My muscles, and lungs, burned as I dropped myself in a chair next to Mya. I squinted so I could make out what was on her cards (it looked to be biology terms).

“That felt good.” I said to no one in particular. She smiled to herself. The entire time we were at the complex, we never said another word to each other. I took five minute rests between laps, each swim cycle increasing in laps of five. I finally finished my full routine at one after finishing fifty laps. I retreated to the locker room to take a quick shower and get back in street clothes. We left the complex after I walked in to retrieve Mya. I set a leisurely pace as her next class didn’t start until 1:30 and mine didn’t start until 2. “So, ready for the mid-term?”

“No,” she let out a quick breath, “but I think I can do adequately.” I threw my arm around her shoulders as we continued walking. I knew she didn’t want a relationship with me, but any time I touch one of my female friends, I feel good about myself, something I feel none too often.

“You’ll do great.”

“I know this abruptly changes the topic, but, what possessed you to tell me to have some fun? I mean if anyone needs some action, it’s you. You’re the poster boy for male virginity. Delia told me that you haven’t even kissed a girl yet.” Unusual, Mya is the friend that I rely on for intellectual help and Delia is the one for emotional turmoil. Mya had never before shown any interest in my romantic life.

“I’m uptight about sex, otherwise I’m a pretty relaxed guy. Besides, I have been kissed.”

She perked up, “Really, you kissed a guy?” She smiled through her obviously sarcastic question.

“Last night, the woman I baby-sit for tried to seduce me.”

“Really, did Victor finally lose his virginity to Mrs. Robinson?” She teased.

“Nah, I said tried. I turned her down, but I think she’s planning something tonight.”

“Go you.” She seemed joyous in this new chapter in my life.

***

It was seven-thirty and Shauna was due home in half an hour. I was anxious; I had no idea what was going to happen that night. Okay, I had some idea, but not a definitive one. Alex and Will ended up staying at one of her colleague’s house for the night. So, I was left bored after I tidied up her apartment, as she had left explicit instructions not to cook or eat anything and to get comfy. I left my tennis shoes beside the couch and curled up in my newest book. I had just finished the novel at that point when I decided to call up an old friend: David Castle.

“Hey Dave, what’s up?”

“Nothin’ much, mid-terms here at Mizzou. Oh, I got Doug laid last week.” Doug Woodward was our spastic friend from high school. He was an overweight kid who played too many video games. Our mutual friends that went to UM-R bet that David couldn’t get Doug laid within the first semester, barring use of beer goggles for the girl, i.e. she had to be sober.

“Was she drunk?”

“No, but he was. Your theory panned out, he wasn’t spastic when he was drunk, he was relaxed. So, how are you in the pussy department?”

“I turned it down last night actually.”

“You what? God, you’re an idiot, just get laid. Stop waiting. Anyway, ‘tardo, you won’t guess who Wood fucked.”

“Who?” I hate guessing game.

“Rose Strange. I’m not joking.” Rose was an amazingly hot girl in my class; her ass was spectacular, one of the best asses any white girl will ever sport. “Anyway, I got to go, gotta study. If you turn poon down again, I’ll carry out the threat you gave me when I told you I turned down road head.” He clicked off his cell just in time. I heard a key enter the lock as I closed my flip phone.

I directed my full attention at the door as Shauna walked into her apartment. She was carrying a pizza box from Imo’s. She smiled as she walked into the kitchen to drop the food onto the table. “Hope you like sausage.” I told her I did as I ventured into the kitchen. “Good.” She walked to her counter and stretched to pull down a bottle of wine. “You drink?”

“Are you gonna get me drunk so you can have sex with me?” I grabbed her hips as she started to lose her balance. Shauna leaned back, rubbing her ass into my stomach.

“Only if you let me. I was hoping for a relaxing dinner before we move on to the evening’s required movie. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Not really, but I’ll drink a glass tonight.”

“Good,” She purred. She pulled away and pulled two wine glasses from her shelves. I pulled her chair out for her when she moved to sit down and we ate a nice, filling dinner. We talked about all number of things, she seemed real interested in my love life, or more precisely why it was non-existent. Her foot rubbed against my thigh the entire meal, so by the time we finished, my penis was semi-erect.

“I think we’ll skip the movie.” She grinned and rose from the table, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me to her bedroom. She had me sit at the foot of her bed and she strattled my hips, her black skirt rising, revealing most of her legs and the tops of her stockings, the garter continuing under the skirt. My hands moved of their own accord to grasp her ass. I leaned forward, capturing her lips with mine. Her hips started an erratic dance as my right hand left her ass to wonder upward and around, venturing under her sweater. I moved in small circles up her soft tummy, dipping a finger into her navel.

When I finally reached to bottom of her breasts, she pulled away, “If you want the sweater off this time, you’ll have to do it yourself.” My hand came out of her sweater and off of her ass and gripped the bottom of her sweater and slowly pulled it over her head. I was greeted by an even more marvelous sight than yesterday: she wasn’t wearing a simple bra designed to hold her breasts, but one designed to entice males, cut low, most of her huge ebony areola was left uncovered, the red demicup just barely covering the nipple. I broke out of the trance, gave her a quick kiss on the lips and began to venture out. I left butterfly kisses along her jaw line, down her neck, and along her cleavage.

“Mmm, that was a nice touch. Now, remove my bra.” My hands slid up from her ass to her bra strap; I struggled with the clasp for a few minutes until she sighed. Shauna reached around, laid her hand over mine, and guided my fingers into unhooking her bra. I watched as the cups lost tension and fell, her breasts falling as well. I pulled the shoulder straps down, allowing the bra to fall upon my lap. Her breasts sagged a little, resting against her stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” I said under my breath while my eyes were staring directly at her tits. I dove into her luscious mounds and began licking her nipples. She pulled away, pushing me down onto the mattress.

“Take your time. Tease me first.” She lowered herself so she was resting on her locked arms, her breasts hanging directly above my face. My hands timidly grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto her side. I lunged forward, once again capturing her lips with mine. My hand moved upward, gently caressing the satiny contour of her left breast. Shauna’s left leg wrapped itself around my waist, her foot planted onto the bed. My hands started moving in concentric circles, each time moving closer and closer to her nipple. I finally reached her sand-dollar sized areola and I began spiraling back to the outside of her breast. My lips wandered from hers, kissing straight down, past her chin, down her neck, back into her cleavage. I rotated so that I was atop her prone form, her skirt riding up to her hips as she entwined her legs around my waist. My tongue started to circle her bumpy areola and flicking her thick, stubby nipple.

“There you go,” Shauna praised, her hands unbuttoning my shirt, “but don’t ignore the other one.” My left hand began circling her right breast, but instead of doubling back when reaching her areola, I kept revolving the turgid teat until I started rubbing my thumb over her nipple. She let out a hushed moan when my caressing turned into gentle rolling and I fully captured her other nipple into my mouth, alternating between rapid tongue assaults and gentle sucking. Shauna pulled my shirt off, causing me to rest on my elbow when she took off my right sleeve. Finally, we were both naked from the waist up. “Hold still, I want to see this.” The lights were still on, so when she pivoted her head back she saw our reflection perfectly. I gazed upon the mirror image, noting the stark contrast between her dark chocolate complexion and my almost reflective white skin. “This is beautiful.”

I knew she was commenting on the disparity of our pigments, but I only thought of her pose, laying on her back, legs hooked behind my hips, and her heading looking straight up – her neck stretched out. I leaned and started to kiss her neck. After a few moments of kissing her neck, I raised my head and rested on my outstretched arms. “No, you’re beautiful, I’m ugly.” I spent way too long being turned down I had a poor self-image, even when I was complimented I always associated it with pity.

“You’re going to make someone very happy some day.” One of her hands started running up and down my back, the other rubbing my flat chest. “If you were ugly, I wouldn’t be doing this. You’re yummy,” Shauna hand pulled my head down, craning her neck upwards to make up for the height difference, “and Momma wants a taste.” She crushed her lips onto mine, slipping her tongue in my mouth immediately. Before I could send my tongue into her mouth, she terminated the kiss and blurred her way to my earlobe, gently sucking on it.

I enjoyed the sucking, which became nibbling, for a few moments when something hit me. “You mean teacher, right. ‘Teacher wants a taste.’” She stopped nibbling, fell back onto the bed, and started laughing. “Well, Miss Wilson, how does your student taste?” I smiled, gazing into her brown eyes. I try to hold my laughter back, but after a few moments of silence, Shauna’s incessant laughter spread to me. I rolled over and we giggled like pre-teens. We finally stopped cackling and laid in silence catching our breaths. Shauna leaned over so that she was lying on her side, facing me.

She grazed her dark hand over my chest, starting at my collarbone and ending with her fingers slipping under my waistband. “Your mouth tastes like an A, but I haven’t finished grading.” It was almost eerie how well she slipped into naughty teacher mode. Her hand nimbly unhooked my belt and pulled it out of the loops hard. She ran her hand up and down the crotch of my jeans as she pressed her lips into mine. If our first kiss had sparks, this one was a lightning strike. She pulled my tongue into her mouth and started caressing it with hers. My lips started to tingle and soon my whole body felt the electric current starting with this kiss. My penis - which was still at half mast before the jolt - stood at full attention and pushed against the denim; it was trying to force contact with Shauna’s hand. I moaned into our kiss, overwhelmed at this new and exciting feeling flooding my senses.

She stopped rubbing my imprisoned phallus and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She released the electrical charge and the kiss, leaving me wanting more, ever more. “I know the rules, no penetration. That being said, there’s no reason we can’t have other fun.” She crawled to my feet, kneeled, and pulled my pants off of my legs in one sudden motion. Her breasts swung violently with her abrupt exertion. My penis bulged against the cotton prison.

“Just so you know, I’m not exactly gifted.” I said. I wasn’t poorly endowed; I actually thought I was fairly decent for a white guy. But Shauna had fucked black guys and my six and half or so inches couldn’t stand a chance next to those.

Shauna’s face turned to one of concern until she opened the flap on my boxers, my penis jumping out. It stood proud. Immediately, the concern on her face vanished, overtaken by relief. “Oh my, I though that when you said you weren’t gifted you were gonna be tiny. It’s a decent size by the way.” Her fingers curled around my shaft and began moving up and down the curved length. “This,” she stopped at the middle of the stem, where the rightward curve is most severe, “would feel amazing inside of me.” She uttered in a sexy voice that dispelled any thoughts that she pitied me. She lay back down, closer to me, her left hand slowly and softly running along my length. Her breasts pressed against my side. “Time to get rid of the glasses.” Her right hand, which she was resting her head on, took my glasses off my face and places them on the headboard. The whole time she was looking directly into my eyes, and I was returning the gesture. My right hand moved over my chest and started to fondle her, gently squeezing and rolling her thick nipple between my fingers. I moved my left hand, between our bodies, and slid my fingers under her skirt, soon feeling a mass of hairs. I leaned in to once again make contact with her lips.

Shauna only allowed the shortest of kisses before she let go of my member. “Take off my skirt.” She demanded. I smiled as I pushed her onto her back and trailed butterfly kisses from her mouth to the top of her skirt. My hand maneuvered under her ass to unzip her. She gingerly raised her hips as I pulled the zipper down followed by her skirt. Her musk immediately filled my nostrils as I crawled over her to reach her lips again. The smell overpowered me and interrupted my travel. I slowly lowered my head into her drenched, red panties. I tenderly nuzzled against the center of the moistness and started kissing her inner thigh as I started unbuckling her garters.