Graduation Day

by Graduation Day (AQ) (lit)

  "Ahh..." He grabbed her wrist to hold her in place.

  Lily smacked his hand away. "I didn't tell you to move, did I?"

  Naked as the day she was born, she stood. Her hard, little nipples begged for his mouth. Before he could reach for her, she took a step back and held out her hand, palm up.

  "Give me your belt."

  Greg didn't know if he was a little excited or scared witless. Still, he was plagued with images of having her bare-assed and over his knee--how could he fault her for wanting to play in that yard, too? Gazes locked, he released the buckle and pulled the soft leather through its loops.

  "Just remember, sweetheart. Tit for tat."

  That come-eat-me smile of hers grew as she closed her fingers around the belt. "Oh, you'll definitely get the tits...and I certainly intend to have the...tat." She shot a glance at his crotch. Greg swore she heated him with X-ray vision. Blood charged to his cock, swelling it more than it already was.

  "Hands behind your back." She grabbed his wrist and tugged it behind him. Greg hesitantly gave her the other.

  She snaked the leather around them both, then cinched them tight with the buckle.

  "I don't think that was what my mother intended when she gave the belt to me."

  Lily gave him a noncommittal, "Uhm," then stepped to his front. Long fingers made quick work of his zipper. Grabbing the waistband of trousers and shorts, she tugged down. His cock sprang free, the tip glistening with moisture.

  "I don't think I like this," he said.

  She gave a light laugh. "Then why are you leaking cum all over the place?" Lily pressed her body to his, then slowly slid downward, his cock pressed down as it left a trail of moisture up her flat belly.

  "Why do you think?" He clenched his jaw as her breasts caressed his dick. "Because I want to fuck you. I want to ram my cock into your pussy until we both come so many times neither of us will be able to walk out of here."

  "Impatience--" She knelt before him. "--will get us nowhere. Now...will it?" She punctuated the last word by twirling her tongue around the tip of his dick.

  Greg's knees buckled. He closed his eyes on a groan and fell back against the wall. The rasp of her tongue around the head felt like a thousand tiny fingers teasing him. She twirled around and around, speared the slit with feather-like torture, before continuing her assault once more.

  One of her hands grabbed the base of his cock; the other wiggled between his thighs to cup his balls. She gently massaged them while she stroked the length.

  "Oh, baby...Lily...please...ahh..."

  She sucked him deep and hard into her mouth. Greg's legs gave out. He slowly sank to the floor as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick. Her hands squeezed with every stroke, urging the cum right out of him. He felt his balls tighten, the tickle in his belly, the surge as his jism rushed to the starting gate. He was flat on his back now. The linoleum tile cold on his bare ass. His pants choked his ankles. And Lily worked him all the harder, sucking, massaging, stroking until...

  "Ah...ahhhh..."

  His hips thrust upward with the force of his orgasm. Lily held on, drawing him deeper into her hot mouth, sucking until he lay, spent, on the floor.

  "Good," she whispered. "So good."

  She dropped kisses to his semi-erect penis, to his balls, his thighs, then upward as she crawled her way to his face. Greg knew what she was doing before she did it, and he parted his lips, ready to receive her. She straddled his head, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers. Her clit was swollen to a deep red. Her pussy juices dripped like nectar from a buttercup. Her musky scent enticed him, wove a spell deep into his brain, and awoke his cock once more.

  He flicked his tongue against her clit. Lily tossed back her head on a soft sigh.

  Greg pulled back. "That won't do, Lily. You will not hold back. Do you understand me?"

  "And...and if I do hold back?" Lust weighted her eyelids.

  "I'll turn you over my knee and whack that pretty little ass while I play with your cunt until I hear what I want out of you."

  A deep groan sagged her shoulders. Hands braced on the wall behind him, Lily wiggled her crotch into his face.

  Greg dove in like a starving man. Teeth rasping her clit, he stabbed her cunt with his tongue. She opened to him and he longed to ram his tongue all the way inside. Damn! If only she hadn't tied his hands behind his back! He'd thrust his fingers inside that hot little box and give her a tongue-lashing she'd never forget.

  He fumbled for the buckle at his wrists while he licked up her juices. Lily's cries rained upon him. The buckle released; the belt loosened. He was free!

  He surprised Lily and she jerked back. He dug his fingers into her ass, holding her in place while he flicked his tongue around her clit. She fell forward, pressing her breasts into the wall while he worked her over.

  "Get back in place, Lily." He caught her clit gently between his teeth. Lily cried out and returned to her original position--nestled on his face. "Good girl." Still he didn't relinquish his prize. Captured, he taunted the hardened jewel with his tongue. Lily's thigh muscles clutched his head. She tensed, head tossed back in her wild oblivion, mouth opened wide.

  "OhgodohgodohGOD!!!" She rode his face blindly to a finish, then collapsed to the floor by his side.

  "Not so fast, young lady." Greg hauled her upright then pushed her to all fours. "There's a little matter of a fucking."

  One hard thrust seated him deep into her molten cave. Greg pressed his fingers against her sensitive clit. She jerked against the touch, but he just kept fucking her. It didn't take her long to catch the rhythm, to give back what he was giving to her.

  Bodies slapped together as they struggled for simultaneous climax. She reared up against him, clutching for his head as her lips sought his. Tongues twined together, then parried. Lips locked, orgasm seized them in a body-quaking finish.

  * * * *

  Greg panted for breath as the last spurt left him. It always took a few minutes to collect himself after his fantasies. Every muscle in his body had come with him. Finally, he was able to pull the condom off his flaccid penis. As he did every day, he tucked the used rubber into the paper sack he'd brought his lunch in. Top rolled down tight, he shoved it deep into the trashcan and pulled his shorts and trousers back up.

  Three more days until graduation. And if she didn't want him as bad as he wanted her?

  Greg laughed at that idea. She stared at him constantly in class while she made herself come and she wasn't afraid of getting caught. Her eyes hungered for him. Her tongue licking over her full lips beckoned him. And Greg was going to see they were both satisfied.

  Chapter 3

  Lily shook with every step she took. Professor Nordstrom, Greg, had to be in the classroom or his office. She'd seen him walk that way after the graduation ceremony ended. It'd taken her way too long to follow him, but there was little else she could do. Her parents and sister were there. She couldn't gaff them off. There were congratulations from her fellow students and the other professors. And with each minute that ticked away, Lily prayed none of them would realize she wore nothing under her cap and gown but thigh-high hose and a lacy, low-cut bra.

  She'd sat on the stage with the rest of the honorees, quivering. And not from having to give a speech. He was there--perched in the first row. Lily guessed there wasn't more than ten feet between them. He was right in front of her, looking dangerously handsome in a gray pin-stripe suit. Sunglasses covered his eyes, but Lily swore there was the hint of a smile on his lips when he looked at her, and he looked at her a lot. Well, he looked in her direction a lot. She couldn't tell for sure with those damn sunglasses if he was looking directly at her. But there was one moment...

  People in the audience were nodding off at the dean's long-winded commencement address. Greg's attention was hers. Lily dared the unthinkable--she plucked up her black gown ever so slightly, parted her legs, then slowly crossed them. Anyone sitting right in front of her--Greg--got an eyeful. One corn
er of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. He shifted his program over his crotch, but not before she caught sight of a little something herself--the biggest, hardest dick she'd ever laid eyes on.

  The urge to swing her leg was overwhelming. Lily uncrossed them quickly before fantasy carried her away. She prayed the moisture from her aroused state wouldn't leak through the gown. Why hadn't she at least worn panties?

  Finally, the agonizing ceremony was over. Family, friends, and faculty swarmed the graduates. Lily watched her heart's desire stroll toward the classrooms. It still took a good thirty minutes to free herself. After promises to meet her family for dinner and excuses that she had to pack up her dorm room, Lily followed in Greg's wake.

  Her black, stiletto heels echoed on the shiny linoleum tile as she hurried down the vacant hallway. By the time she reached the classroom, every part of her body shook with anticipation. Quivering fingers wrapped around the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.

  Nothing.

  Another steady breath squared her shoulders. Long, determined strides took her to his office. The door opened on

  silent hinges. The office was empty. Disappointment plummeted her spirits.

  Lily's heart broke with each step she took to her dorm. Nine months of lust down the tubes. Years from now she'd look on this moment and laugh at her silliness. She was never going to see him again. Never bask in his praise.

  Never warm herself in his smile. Never listen to his voice when he discussed abstract theories only she seemed to understand.

  There was no fooling herself any longer--she'd fallen in the love with the man. The idea clogged her throat. Tears swam in her eyes. Lily quickly blinked them away, then glanced around to make sure no one had seen her.

  A cherry red Volkswagen pulled to a stop beside her. Lily paused, mouth open as Greg rolled down the window.

  A smile danced on his face and in his brown eyes.

  "Need a ride?"

  Her heart hammered against her ribs. "Yes. Yes, I do." A long, hard one.

  He put the car in park, jumped out, and raced around to the passenger side to open the door for her. Lily didn't waste any time. Fate had smiled on her. She didn't want to blow it. She smiled at the double entendre.

  "Where to?" Greg clicked his seat belt in place and wrapped long fingers around the steering wheel.

  Lily forced herself to look at him. She'd gone suddenly shy. Fantasy was one thing, reality another.

  He caught her chin on the pads of his finger and gently lifted it. "How about we go to your dorm room first so you can put on some clothes?"

  Heat flushed her cheeks. He held her in place when she tried to look away. "Ashamed? Of what, Lily? Making yourself come in class? Not wearing clothes to graduation?"

  She wanted to die, wanted a hole in the earth to open up so she could fall in it.

  "Never be ashamed in front of me, Lily. Although I'd love to turn you over my knee for the hell you've put me through these last nine months. Then I'd love to throw you on your back and make you come a thousand times,

  then fuck you until my balls turn blue."

  A quiver shuddered through her.

  Greg smiled. "Yeah, I want you, too. So? Do we or don't we?"

  "Yes," she breathlessly replied. I won't be long throwing some clothes in a tote bag. How far do you live from here?"

  "Fifteen minutes. An eternity." He put the car in gear. Less than a minute later, he pulled to a stop in front of her dorm.

  Lily shoved open the car door with her shoulder. It was all she could do to keep from running. The high heels made her more cautious--the last thing she wanted now, when her dream was about to come true, was to fall and break something.

  The foyer was empty when she swung open the door. She kicked off her heels and took the stairs two at a time. Grabbing the tote bag in one hand, she stuffed panties, jeans, and a silk blouse inside. Zipping as she ran, Lily thundered downstairs, stabbed her feet back in the heels, and hurried back to Greg's car.

  He'd kept the engine running. The air conditioning was a welcome relief to her flushed skin.

  "You're still naked," he said.

  Lily swallowed her apprehension and let the naughty girl inside--the one she fantasized about--out. "Once a bad girl, always a bad girl."

  A wide smile cut across his face. It was quickly followed by his laughter. "Wait until I get you home." He shoved the car into gear, made a U-turn, and drove down the road.

  "Why wait until we get home?" She hiked up her gown, then grabbed his hand, and shoved it between her thighs.

  "Baby, you are hot and slick."

  "And horny as hell...for you."

  "No holding back, sweetheart. I want to hear you come." He slowed the tiny vehicle while his free hand worked her pussy.

  Lily bit back a groan.

  He pinched her clit lightly. "I said no holding back."

  She let it loose. God, it felt liberating. Long fingers danced around her clit, circling and circling and circling.

  "Oh...yes...I'm coming...now..." The words choked off on a guttural moan.

  "That's my lady," Greg cooed as he patted her muff.

  Lily's sigh of contentment shot arrows of pleasure down Greg's spine straight to his cock. Smart, beautiful, and sexy as hell. And she was about to be all his. Trouble was...how did he keep her after that? Lust was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Hokey as it sounded, he wanted to bathe in the aura of her greatness. Hell, he wanted to have children with this woman!

  It had all smacked into him during the ceremony. Bawdy one second--when she flashed him; powerful and confident the next--when she gave her address to the student body. He never, ever wanted to let her out of his sight.

  First things, first.

  He swung his little car into its parking spot, clicked off the engine, then cupped his hand around her neck and pulled her close. Her lips met him halfway. Their kiss was gentle at first--testing the pressure of each other's lips, teasing the way with little nips. Then with groans that sounded animal-like in their intensity, they twined their tongues together. They sealed the kiss simultaneously.

  "We need to get inside," he said, reaching for the door handle.

  "How can you possibly move with that log in your pants?" She cupped her hands against his crotch.

  Greg nearly came on the spot. He plucked her wrist away, then gave it a little nip on the underside. "Inside, sweetheart. Now."

  Giggling, she shoved her shoulder into the door. His fingers fumbled for the key as they trotted up to his third floor apartment. Thankfully, none of his neighbors were out. He'd have some explaining to do if they saw Lily in her cap and gown. It didn't help that she fondled his ass the whole way up.

  "You are in for the fucking of your life," he said under his breath.

  "I do hope so," she purred.

  He thrust the key into the lock, much like he wanted to thrust his body into hers. Door open, he grabbed her around the waist and under the knees. Mouths welded together, he found his bedroom by memory alone. He tossed her on his bed.

  She unzipped her gown with a lazy smile while his shaking fingers tore at the tie around his neck. He yanked his shirt off over his head, toed his shoes off while he unzipped the trousers, and never let his gaze leave the beauty spread open before him. Greg stepped out of his remaining clothes and crawled between her open thighs.

  Lily's eyes were wide, unblinking as she stared at his thick, heavy cock. Her tongue traced her lower lip.

  Greg pressed against her as he reached for the condoms in the bedside drawer. The tip of his dick nudged against her clit. Lily's moan tore at his resolve. He couldn't get the damn package open.

  Soft fingers covered his. Lily smiled, then kissed his cheek. "Let me help you, love," she whispered. "Back on your heels."

  He did as she asked, but her hands shook, too. Grasping the packet in his teeth, Greg ripped it open. Lily took the rubber and gently seated it over the tip of his penis. Slowly, she unrol
led it over his length.

  "Now, Greg. Love me," she said softly, and leaned back taking him with her.

  "I already do, Lily."

  Her eyes widened once more. One thrust seated him deep in her sizzling heat. Greg paused, knowing the end was too near. His cock throbbed in protest. Thankfully, Lily had the good sense to keep still. Another plus in her favor, another reason to love her.

  "I...I love you, too, Greg." Her breath caressed his ear. "I don't know how or when it happened, but..." He reared back and slammed forward again. How lucky could a man get? She loved him! He wedged his hand between them, pressing it against her clit as he pistoned himself into her. Her walls clutched him, demanding he let go. He fought for control, rubbing his thumb against her until he knew she was going to come.

  Lily tensed and arched into him as she cried out. He lifted her hips and let the fire have him.

  Braced on elbows, he dusted his fingers against her face while he dotted her neck and shoulders with after-love kisses. He wanted her to know it wasn't the heat of the moment, that he truly did love her. The coward in him

  didn't know where to start.

  "Lily, I meant what I said. I do love you." He pulled back a little. "I don't like you masturbating in my classroom, but..."

  * * * * Emotion welled up in Lily's chest. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. He loved her. How lucky could she get? She pressed her fingers to his lips. "I love you, too. Everything about you. The way your eyes light up when you teach. Your intelligence. Your compassion. Your humor. I kept praying for graduation day. I kept hoping for a chance to be with you just once. When you weren't in the classroom today..."