His lips quirk. "Good. I'm not done with you either, but I figured I'd give you a minute."
"I don't need a minute. I need more."
He full out grins. "Insatiable thing."
I squirm beneath him. "Apparently." I purse my lips a moment, gearing up the courage to ask, "You know how I want to try new things?"
He nods.
"I've never...I...I've never been taken from behind."
His brows raise in shock. "Never?"
I shake my head. "Never."
He rubs the back of his hands down my arms. "After today, you won't be able to say that."
I smile at the dark promise in his voice. "Good."
"But first, I'm craving more of your taste."
"I'll never say no to that."
"I'll hold you to that."
I bring my legs up and open when he slides down the bed, baring all of myself to him, surprised at how natural it feels. He's given me a gift even more amazing than the orgasms. He's given me the gift of finally owning my sexuality, finding no shame or guilt in demanding pleasure.
His tongue dips into my depths and he moans at his first taste. My legs spread even more to the point of pain, but I don't care. He laps at my bud before licking me back to front. His tongue pushes roughly into my pussy and I almost pass out from the sensation.
"Scott, please. Fuck me. Now. I need you inside me now."
He licks me all over one more time, sucking my clit into his mouth until I thrash before crawling back up to claim my mouth with a hungry kiss and plundering tongue.
I grasp at his broad shoulders and dig my nails into him. He growls and flips me over so I bounce on my belly. He grabs my hips and jerks my ass towards him until I'm up on my knees and elbows, my ass in the air, my face buried in his pillows, breathing in his minty scent.
He buries his face in me again, licking and nibbling, his face scratching my skin. I moan and open my legs so he can reach farther.
His tongue leaves my ass to dart over my clit. I pant with wanting. He pulls back and grabs my hips and slides into me like he's the perfect fit, like he belongs there.
He slides in and out of me, slow and easy, but it's not enough.
I turn my head to look over my shoulder. "Harder. Fuck me hard, Scott."
"Anything you say, love."
He slams into me so hard I see stars. "Yes, fuck. Yes."
He drives even deeper inside me than before, impaling me. But it's still not enough.
"Harder, please. I won't break."
He does, growling with the effort. I pump back on him as hard as I can, worked up into some carnal, animalistic frenzy. Something about this position demands a rough fucking, nothing else will do.
He reaches around to twist one of my nipples, pulling it with strong fingers, stretching my tit almost to the bed. I cry out, edging him on. He moves faster and his other hand leaves my hip to stroke my ass. Is he going to spank me?
He doesn't. Instead he shoves two fingers without preamble into my asshole, pumping it in and out in time with his dick. He fills me, stretches me, and fucks me with everything he's got, still torturing my nipple.
I'm on fire, about to explode.
Pain and pleasure mingle together and I swear I leave my body a moment before crashing back into it, screaming into the pillow as the orgasm rockets through me. Before I am done, Scott yells my name and stiffens, his hands disappearing from my tit and ass to grab my hips. His dick twitches inside me and I feel the hot pulse of his cum shooting into me. I clench down on him, milking every last drop.
We both groan and collapse onto the bed, Scott twisting so he doesn't land on me. As soon as he slides out, I miss him. I feel empty, but oh so fucking utterly satisfied.
I ache and twinge everywhere like I have been well and truly fucked for the first time of my life.
And I have.
Oh, I fucking have.
I start to giggle, shaking my head back and forth.
Scott props himself on an elbow and frowns at me. "What?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking how well and truly you've fucked me. I might not be able to walk for a week."
He wags his brows at me. "You just need some breakfast to get your strength back. Come on, let's get cleaned up and eat."
I let him pull me from the bed and follow him to the bathroom, still amazed at how natural it is for me to walk around naked without sucking in or covering up.
But really, what would be the point? He's seen and touched and licked every last inch of me. And nothing he came across seemed to bother him in the slightest.
He turns on the water, steam soon coating the bathroom and we hop in together, the hot spray soaking us. Once my hair is wet, he turns me around and lathers my hair with his mint shampoo. I have a fleeting thought of him marking his territory, but shove it away with an internal giggle.
Scott's not like that and right now, I wouldn't care if he was.
But smelling like him is probably going to keep me turned on all day.
His hands feel so wonderful against my scalp as he rubs the shampoo over my head. Tingling, I close my eyes and lean against him, smiling at the hard length of him poking me.
I reach up and grab some of the suds from my hair and reach behind me to grasp him. I keep rubbing him as he rinses the shampoo from my hair and as he lathers up his hands to run them over my breasts. I turn in his arms and we kiss, our slippery, sudsy bodies sliding against each other.
His hands travel to my core and he swipes my clit with hard strokes while I keep jerking him off. I come first, with a shuddering sigh, amazed how many he's been able to wrench from me. I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, the water making it easy to move on him. He grips the back of my head, fisting my hair and thrusts into my mouth. I grab his ass to keep from falling over.
He stiffens and taps my shoulder to let me know he's coming. I suck hard and it pours over my tongue. Once he stops twitching, I release him from my mouth and he helps me stand.
We grin at each other like idiots and finish cleaning up and drying off. Back in his bedroom I can smell the after effects of our night and morning. I prickle down low, but shake it off.
I might die if I try to do it again.
My stomach roars in protest of my new addiction. I grab my change of clothes from his bottom drawer and get dressed, turning to find him watching me, a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. I want to see it pooled at his feet.
What the hell, Amanda?
Get it together and remember this is your best friend. Time to go back to normal.
H grins. "I'm glad that's the outfit you left here."
I look down at myself, pale blue V-neck and the thin, tight, light grey yoga pants over no underwear. It had felt weird to me at the time to leave panties at his house.
I laugh. "I'll need to borrow one of your flannel shirts to tie around my waist when I head home."
"Sure, but not until then."
I shake my head with a smile. "Deal."
He drops the towel and I dart my eyes to the side.
"Not getting shy on me, are you?" Scott asks.
I shake my head, trying to keep my eyes fixed to the ground. "No, I just don't want to be tempted to jump you again."
"As much as I adore the faith you have in my stamina; I do not think I can handle another round right now."
"I don't think I could either." It's a lie. I totally want to do it again. I want to experience everything I've missed right away.
He yanks on a pair of blue sweatpants and pulls a black tee over his head. He looks adorable and a lot more like my best friend; it helps keep my libido in check.
A little.
He tosses a friendly arm over my shoulder. "Come on. Let's eat. I have some cheap sparkling wine and orange juice. I think this morning calls for mimosas."
"Sounds delicious."
I hop on the barstool while he plops strips of bacon in a skillet. I wince a bit when my bottom half makes contact with
the seat, but it's a good type of twinge.
He slides over the stuff for mimosas and I put them together while he finishes the bacon and scrambles up the eggs. We chat lightly about classes and a few mutual friends, things easy and comfortable between us.
I only checked out his ass once. Twice. Okay, three times. But that's it.
Once he has the food plated and hops up on the stool beside me, I hand him a glass. He raises his to me. "What should we toast to?"
"I dunno. How about to my new adventure?”
He clinks our glasses together. "To the beginning. To new adventures."
I make eye contact with him for luck over our glasses. “To the beginning of everything.”
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Part II
#2: The Professor
6
I chose this Professor for the Fuckit List because of the rumors.
Not even rumors, just whispers. Murmurs and giggles and secrets of Professor Roux, he of the perpetual five o'clock shadow, offering a special sort of extra credit to girls who need it. Specifically, to girls with dark hair and light eyes.
And yet, even with the tiny tank-top and short shorts I'm dressed in, he's only turns his intense Fassbender-like stare on me when I raise my hand to ask or answer a question. And he only looks into my eyes, never flicking his down my body to the abundant cleavage I made sure was on display or my long legs crossed under the desk.
The other reason I chose him; is I could actually use the extra credit. I'll pass, and that's all I need for my forensic science degree, but the extra credit would help. And a little naked one on one time would literally drill the lessons home.
I squirm in my seat at just the thought of him buried between my thighs, his face scratching mine as he kisses me. I wonder what sort of body is hidden beneath his bow ties and tweed jacket. His fitted pants give a clear sign of a damn fine ass. One I want to sink my nails into. And possibly my teeth as well.
Shaking my head, I force myself to focus on the lecture. Ever since that night and morning with Scott, it's like I'm perpetually turned on, imagining the wildest scenarios.
If this doesn't work with the Professor, I might have to see if Scott can help a friend out again.
I take a sip of my coffee, swirling the mocha taste over my tongue before swallowing. Around the room are students my age, most of them staring at the Professor with intent expressions, their hands flying across laptops as they take notes. I glance over at Sara, the girl who a lot of the rumors originated from.
She has long, glossy black hair and vibrant green eyes. I pluck at the strap of my tank-top as I take in her outfit. She's wearing tight shorts that showcase her perfect ass and a green flowing shirt that hangs a little off her shoulders, showing a peek of her bronze skin. A lot classier, though not quite as flirty as my thin spaghetti straps. My eyes narrow on her as she asks the Professor a question, a smirk hovering at the corner of her lips. His smile is warm and friendly when he answers her.
The rumors have got to be true. The chemistry, no pun intended, between them sears my skin. What did they do together? Did they fuck on his desk? Or did he make her kneel and give him pleasure?
She's fucking gorgeous and I consider her for the threesome on my list. If she's up for screwing the Professor for extra credit, my guess is she'll be down for other fun things. And I want to see them together; experiment with exactly how enthralled I am by her long legs.
I never thought I'd want to be with a woman before, but the more I think about it, the more it intrigues me. Soft skin, pillowy breasts, nipples scraping against mine. Scott had mentioned the threesome, half in jest, but I'd been drunk enough to add it, imagining it with another girl. And I'm glad I did. Though I have no idea how on Earth I'm going to go about setting that up. Do I just stop Sara after class and ask if she wants to sleep with me and some other guy? Finding the guy shouldn't be too hard. What dude is going to turn that offer down? Maybe I'll even see if Scott wants to be the one. It would be easy.
Though I'm not sure I like the idea of sharing him with Sara of all people. It'd be awkward if they ended up falling in love or something. And she's so freaking hot, maybe she's a bad choice. I want to be the hot one. Maybe that makes me shallow, but there it is.
I cut my eyes over at her again and imagine peeling the shirt off of her, releasing her breasts, taking them into my mouth. Or maybe the threesome could be with two guys. Two cocks filling me, stretching me. One in my pussy, one in my ass, pushing into me in beautifully synchronized movements. Getting fucked completely senseless.
I clench my thighs together and shoot my eyes back to my desk, my cheeks flaming. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be paying attention to this class. Especially in case the extra credit doesn't work out.
Professor Roux completely ignores me and my raised hand and calls on someone else. I drop my hand back to my lap with a sigh.
Doodling on my notebook, I think about Scott and a little about Adam.
I hadn't heard from him since that awful brunch and I'm glad. I want to put him from my mind and keep him in the past where he belongs. He was a six-year long mistake and I wasn't going to let him steal any more of my time.
Scott has been wonderful. Things between us haven't gotten awkward even after our incredibly steamy and frankly, hot as hell, encounter. We've gone back to the usual jokes and hanging out around campus. But every now and then, heat will pool in my belly when he looks at me in a certain way. In a way similar to how he looked at me that night. Every now and again his hand will graze bare skin, and it gives me goosebumps.
Once I make it farther down my list and have more experiences of that sort under my belt, our night and morning together will probably fade away. Though I admit, I wouldn't say no to a repeat with him. It was the most amazing night and morning of my life. Sexually anyway.
Will Professor Roux be anywhere nearly as good as him? Or will he be more like Adam, wanting to get his pleasure and not giving a shit about anyone else?
I guess if I get extra credit out of it, it won't really matter if I get an orgasm or not. But I want both.
Another question occurs to me, so I purse my lips and pull my tank-top down a little lower, leaning over the desk so he'll get a nice view, and I raise my hand.
His eyes narrow on my face and he raises a brow. "Yes?"
A bit disgusted with myself, I play the bimbo, even tossing my hair for good measure. "Professor, could you remind me what the range of numbers used in a PH scale is?" While chemistry isn't my best subject, of course I know the answer is zero to fourteen, but I'm trying to bring his attention to me; prove I need the "extra credit" for the class.
To see even the slightest flash of desire in his expression.
Unfortunately, I only see impatience. "I suggest you read chapter thirteen, Amanda. You'll find the answer there."
Damn. This is not working. At. All.
Is it the clothes? Would he prefer it if I left more to the imagination? Something a little more classy, like Sara? Is it me? My eyes too gray, not bright blue or green?
I wait a bit, tapping my pen against my lips, never taking my eyes off of him. He's truly handsome. Flecks of gray in his hair, those piercing blue eyes, scruffy face and artfully rumpled clothes. Hints of ginger in his facial hair.
My body heats up as I imagine him doing some of the same things Scott did to me. Would the Professor be as big as Scott? Hard to imagine. The things Scott did to me and for me had opened me up to so many new things. New desires, new needs, courage I didn't know I had, a wild and reckless side of me never before explored.
And I want to run with it.
If I could get a better grade out of it, all the better.
I raise my hand to answer a question this time, getting only another casual glance in response. I heave an internal sigh.
Guess it was just a rumor, just a whisper, j
ust a murmur.
Someone's fantasy turning into fact.
Class finally ends and I hover around my desk, taking my time collecting my things, waiting for the classroom to empty. Once it does, I bound down the stairs, making sure my boobs bounce with each step.
He barely looks up from his desk as I approach. "Yes?"
I shift my weight, taking my last chance. "I was hoping I could do some, uh, extra credit work for you. I'd really like to get my grade up." My voice doesn't come out quite as sultry as I hoped. I just sound nervous and squeaky.
He reaches into his desk and hands me a piece of paper. My brows furrow as I scan it. It only lists several paper writing options. He doesn't even bother looking up from the scribbling he was doing in a notebook.
"Thanks." I shove the paper into my bag, avoiding his eyes so he doesn't see the disappointment in mine.
I guess the rumors were just that.
Le sigh.
7
One of the froshes does a face plant into the bushes, trying to catch a Frisbee. Scott and I laugh, shaking our heads. I lean back and close my eyes, the sun warm on my skin. Scott turns over to his side on the blanket we'd laid out on the quad.
I squint at him. "What?"
He grins. "Nothing, just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" I ask, suspicious.
He waves his hand. "Oh, just the other day. How are you doing, really?"
I frown, a little confused. "I'm fine, why?"
Scott bites his lip and runs a hand through his dark curls. "I mean...I mean about Adam."
I almost laugh. Adam has barely been a thought in my mind lately, which really says something. Apparently, I wasn't as in love with him as I thought. "Oh. I really am fine. I'm still a little pissed, but mostly with myself."
"Why?" Scott's brow furrows.
I shrug and stare over at the leaves rippling on the trees from the slight breeze. "Same reasons. Wasting time with him. Not realizing what kind of shit-head he is. That sort of thing."
"Yeah? Well, I wasn't a huge fan of him ever, but I had no idea he was that bad. He fooled us all, love."
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