Jordy hangs her head, finding the table more interesting to look at. She's achingly beautiful at this point, and it wrenches at my heart. “The music didn't feel right anymore.”
This takes me by surprise. “What? Why?” My earlier trepidation goes in place of curiosity, and that treacherous hammer of hope.
“I...” Jordy finds it hard to say this, but when she does, my heart twitches in anticipation, “don't want to share my music with anyone else but you. It sounds right with you. There's a dynamic there that I never had with Noelle.”
Despite my heart fluttering again, having risen battered wings off the ground it'd been trampled into, I say, “Uh, no. I'm not going to be the reason you miss out on your big break. I'm not going to have you giving me disappointed and bitter stares because you think it's my fault that you're not hitting it on top with Noelle.”
“The only thing I'm scared of missing out on is you,” Jordy whispers. When she leans to give me a kiss, I don't resist. I close my eyes, and we meet. This time, when our lips brush one another, it's not just affection – it's reconciliation. I sense the urgency, the desire to show me she means what she says in the contact. It quickly grows heated, and we progress from a sweet, charming kiss to one that has enough sexual tension to power a city, and I'm aware that it makes Freddy uncomfortable.
Reluctantly, I stop, smile into her mouth, and whisper, “Come on, then.” As she opens her eyes, I take her hand, and pull her with me to the abandoned stage. Freddy pauses to watch as Jordy, with that guitar that's practically glued to her back, swings it around and begins strumming the notes of Web of Lies once more. I launch into song with her playing, and we soar through it, emotionally charged, the intensity of the song's meaning ripping into us.
When the last note fades, and she lowers her guitar, she wraps an arm around me, and says, “We won't ever need to play that song again. I'm going to retire it.”
“Why?” I ask. It's a beautiful and sad song, and I'm puzzled. Why would she get rid of such a crowd-pleaser?
“Because I no longer need to search for love. Or keep looking back to the mistakes I've made. Because I've found you.”
My heart twitches a few times, then dies of happiness. Those are the kind of words that make panties dissolve. If anyone I loved said something like that to me, I would roll over onto my back and just ask them to take me. We kiss again.
When we share a bed again, it's less rough and tussling than before, and more of the worshipping kind, where we take delight in one another's bodies.
I'm all up for being worshipped – and returning the favour. I'm just so relieved and flattered that she chose me. That this isn't just a fling, some rebound pity party where I once again end up the ultimate loser because of my poor life choices.
For once, I've stumbled blindly into something that's real, and a little strange, because I never planned to end up with a woman. I never planned anything, really.
All I wanted was love. Maybe quite a lot of sex as well, but love ranks slightly higher.
Jordy's fingers tangle in my vibrant red hair, and I bring her face to mine to kiss intensely, to keep tasting those lips, to indulge in their rubbery, soft texture against mine. Just as we form a perfect harmony on the stage, we perform as well in bed, our bodies entwining, slotting together like old souls who have waited a long time to meet. It's no coincidence that we get on so well together, and maybe not even a coincidence that I am attracted to certain kinds of people. Perhaps it was so I could meet and fall in love with Jordy.
“I was so desperate to have that recording contract,” Jordy admits, as she kisses my collarbone, and strokes my naked, exposed skin under the covers, “that I almost lost sight that I found something wonderful. It just wasn't worth selling myself for that – not when it meant fucking you over.” She sighs as her hands massage my breasts. I allow the confession, knowing she wants to get it out, this sliver of truth that people often struggle so hard with.
Of course, it is slightly difficult to focus right now, but I try my best. A sliver of excitement infuses me as well, when I think and anticipate on the things I want to do, such as taste her essence, and feel her desire on my tongue. I want to do so many different things with her, and I even want to spend time browsing through sex shops so we can select toys to spice up things further – not that our sex life is dull or anything right now.
“I lied to myself. I said it wouldn't change anything, but it would, because what time can happen between us when I'm playing for her? How can we finish the songs we're making if I'm touring, and forced to stay in her presence? And what if we got drunk together. Could I control myself?” Her fingers touch my belly button, before her tongue dips into it, sending a shiver of delight into my bones. Those smooth, blunt fingers have done so much with me already, and knowing where they've been doesn't help with the arousal.
“Mm hm,” I manage, giving the indication that I'm listening, though the pounding of my heart is making it a challenge to concentrate on anything. My limbs become so weak when my heart thumps this fast. It's a wonder I can even prop myself on my elbows.
“I can't answer those. The only thing I do know is that I'd be a damn fool to ruin what we have. Because I have a feeling that whatever I do in my life – I'm better off discovering it with you. Call me an idiot, but I honestly feel that.” She smiles when I smile, before her mouth twists, and she says, “I also might be feeling this, too...”
My heart almost jumps out of my chest when she kisses along my lower hairs, and puts her mouth to my core, and I feel a hot, wet tongue brush me.
Oh fuck shit holy mother of God.
I'm mindless after that, because the way she carefully flicks her tongue onto my nub, and breathes that hot, tortuous air has me writhing in ecstasy, my back arching against the sheets and my hands digging into them.
It's not long for her to tip me over into orgasm, and, to my great embarrassment, I black out, even though it's for a moment. When I recover, she's lying by my side, this smug grin on her face.
“My turn,” I say, after a moment, and before she puts in a protest, I've wriggled down her body and spread out her legs, so my prize awaits me. I can see how ridiculously turned on she is, as well as smell her wetness, and I lick my lips purposefully.
Before she closes her legs, or pushes me away, I delve into her core, and taste her properly for the first time. She's a little salty but it's not unpleasant, and everything here is so soft against my tongue. I hear her gasp loudly and arch her back, thighs juddering. Encouraged by this reaction, I search around her lower lips with my tongue to find her nub, hidden beneath a fleshy hood. It pops out to attention, waiting for my touch, and I oblige, giving everything into the act and making sure she comes out of it happy.
Her gasps turn into moans, which turn into screams, and she's so much higher pitched than I expected, because her normal voice is quite low – but her turned on voice is high, and like music to my ears.
I lick at her bundle of nerves, and feel the tension coiling up inside her. I prise her legs further apart and hold them still as I work on her desire, feeling my own become re-triggered in the wake of her moans. I'm proud to witness the effect I have upon her with every flick, and from the way she tries to squirm out of my grasp. I stop her, of course, because I want her to come, and come hard into my mouth. The taste is something I can get used to, and I'm quite happy to stay down here for a while, doing nothing but eating my girlfriend out.
“I'm coming,” she gasps, clutching at my hair. “Don't stop!”
“Not planning to,” I murmur into her, the vibrations sending fresh shudders inside her. I suck at the nub and press my tongue harder, feeling it protruding out as she nears her climax, and shortly afterwards, she topples into one that makes her whole body arch off the bed, and I see tension lines in her neck. Her mouth is open in a wordless scream.
I get the feeling her body can't survive any more than what I've just given her, so I crawl up to lie by her side, proud of myself.
She kisses me, and cuddles into me, affectionate as a kitten.
I decide to be really boring, and exhale, “I love you.”
In response, she kisses me on the forehead, and says, “I love you, too.”
“Never leave me. Ever.” I hug her tightly to me, and she places an arm under my neck.
“I won't. We still have those songs to finish. And I still haven't gotten enough of you, Clarissa.” She curls her fingers into my hair, and I take in her strawberry and grass scent.
I'm smiling so much that my cheeks hurt, but I can't help it, because I've finally found the thing that's been missing from my life all these years.
I've found Jordy.
Forbidden Classroom
~ Bonus Story ~
A College Menage FMF Romance
Jodie
My best friend, Alice, and I had shared a boyfriend before. It was easy. We were best friends and we didn’t fight, just took turns with our man and divided him evenly between the two of us. When Alice suggested I have a threesome with her and the sexy history teacher Professor James Arndt, I barely had to think about it before I agreed to the sexy rendezvous. As the three of us grew closer, we decided that we wanted more than a sexual relationship, but didn’t know that there would be a big obstacle standing in our way of happiness together.
James
Alice seduced me right away, but I had no idea she’d ever suggest a threesome with her sexy best friend, Jodie. It worked out perfectly; everything between us was hot and compatible. I didn’t usually sleep with students, but I had to make an exception for them. While things heated up between us, it became clear that we were meant to be more than just casual, but breaking rules as a teacher isn’t always as easy as it would seem.
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Chapter 1: Alice
I was laying on my bed, headphones in, when my roommate Jodie threw a pillow at me, knocking me out of my reverie. I pulled out the ear buds and glared at her, though I knew she wouldn’t have bothered me had it not been something important. Jodie and I were best friends, as close as sisters, and she knew that sometimes I needed to escape and lose myself in music or Netflix in order to keep sane when it came to our classes.
“What’s up?” I asked her. She looked at me miserably, putting her head down in her hands.
“I got a horrible grade in my history class on a project,” said Jodie, and I immediately sat up to give her my full attention. Both Jodie and I were at the top of our class and would be graduating with near-perfect GPAs at the end of the semester. I knew how serious Jodie was about her studies and so getting a bad grade was definitely hard on her. I could tell by her face how anxious she felt—she was looking at a big internship after graduation and any variation in her GPA would knock her out of the running. Still, Jodie was smart. One of the smartest people I had ever met. I had no doubt that she’d pull through.
“It’s gonna be okay, girl,” I said. “You can’t fail that badly. You’ll be able to make it up, I’m sure.”
Jodie ran her hands through her pale blonde hair with a sigh of frustration.
“There’s got to be something I can do to change the grade,” she said. “I guess I’ll have to beg Professor Arndt.”
I thought about it for a moment. Jodie deserved that internship more than anybody else I knew. I tried to think of a plan to get her through the moment, to help her get back on track. The history teacher, Professor Arndt, could be a hard-ass when he wanted to be. He was kind of no-bullshit, but I knew from experience that he could be swayed.
“Or,” I said slowly, grinning at my friend. “You could offer him a little something special to help convince him.”
Jodie looked at me for a moment, then shook her head. “Definitely not.”
“Why not?” I asked, teasing her. I was the devious one of the both of us, the most outgoing for sure. I’d had my share of men since we’d started college but Jodie was different, pickier, more serious about her studies. While I did well in school, I wanted to have a little fun sometimes, too. I thought often that maybe Jodie didn’t get out enough. Maybe the professor was just the thing to bring her out of her academic funk. “He’s hot.”
“I wouldn’t know the first thing about doing that,” Jodie pointed out dryly. “That’s your specialty.”
“So I’ll help you,” I said. “It’s easy. Wear something sexy, then when he talks to you, flirt.”
Jodie bit her lip, considering it.
“What makes you think he’ll even go for that?”
I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “You seriously never noticed that Arndt has eyes for both of us?”
“Maybe you,” said Jodie. “Not me.”
“Bullshit,” I told her. “He’s hot for you. I can tell by the way he looks at you.”
Jodie blushed, her fair skin flushing prettily. I studied her face as she thought about it.
“No,” she said. “I could get expelled. I’d be fucked. I’m just going to talk to him.”
I shrugged, sighing. “Suit yourself. But just keep it in mind, okay? I think it would work. I mean, if you’re really desperate.”
“I am desperate,” said Jodie, throwing herself face-first onto the bed. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“It’ll be okay,” I said soothingly. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
She looked at me with dull eyes and gave a low growl of frustration.
“I’ll try,” she said, sighing, and the laid with her back to me, facing the wall.
Chapter 2: Jodie
Sitting through class the next day, I couldn’t help but to think of what Alice had suggested I do to convince Professor Arndt to change my grade. It was a typical porno scenario, one that had been ripped right out of the dirty erotica Alice was always reading aloud to me in juicy snippets. I stared at him as he lectured, barely paying attention to anything but the way his hands moved and how handsome he was. He was young and sexy, incredibly intelligent and professional for his age. He wasn’t much older than either myself or Alice, yet he had a solid position at the university and had been teaching for close to two years.
I was nervous when time came to clear out of class. I shot Alice a look as she headed out and she gave me subtle thumbs up and an excited smile. I rolled my eyes at her and approached Professor Arndt’s desk, standing in front of it with my hands folded near my lap.
“What can I do for you, Jodie?” he asked politely, gazing at my face. The heat from his eyes made me blush and I remembered what Alice had said about his apparently obvious attraction to me. I wondered if it was true. Looking at him now, at the small smile on his face, I wouldn’t have guessed it to be the case. But those eyes, the color of blue glass, were telling me a different story.
I shifted on my feet, unsure of where to start.
“My grade on that last paper,” I said. “I wanted to talk to you about it.”
He took his glasses off and put them on the table in front of him, then stood up and leaned against the desk in front of me.
“What about it?” he asked.
“I was wondering if could re-do it. Or get extra credit.”
He shook his head sternly. “I’m afraid not. I gave you that grade because it’s what you earned, Jodie. I cannot and will not change it.”
I felt panic well up within me. I had no choice, then, but to follow Alice’s advice. There was absolutely nothing else I could do. I had never done it before but I did know how to flirt with guys; I knew I was beautiful and for the most part I knew how to work it.
I leaned against the desk, close enough to touch him, and looked into his eyes. I was wearing only a short skirt that I knew tugged up a bit when I leaned over, giving him a glimpse of my lean upper thigh. He took the bait, his eyes drifting down to my bare skin, then he met my gaze with heat in his expression.
“Are you sure there’s no way that I can convince you to help me with my grade, professor?” I asked in a low, sultry voice.
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“What is it you think you’re doing?” he asked, but his eyes had drifted down to my lips. I ran my tongue between them and saw him visibly tense.
The question was almost enough to make me leave, just so that I could stay out of trouble. I really didn’t want to get expelled—not even fixing the grade was worth that. It wasn’t quite enough, though, and I mustered every bit of boldness in my body and pulled him close to me by the waist, pressing our hips together. Our lips were only inches apart and I felt the thick length of his erection pressed against my belly. I was surprised that he didn’t kiss me; he certainly looked like he wanted to. Instead, he pulled back, looking at me hotly. Then he grinned.
“I’ll give you a chance to fix your grade, Jodie,” he said. My eyes grew wide with excitement and I forgot the sexy schoolgirl act I was supposed to be putting on. Then I remembered, and my face grew cool.
“Thank you, Professor,” I said, giving him a flirty smile. “I really appreciate it.”
“I’m sure you do,” he said, still grinning. His eyes were locked on mine and were sparkling with mirth and desire. I almost blushed but fought it back as I left, hooking my bag over my shoulder and walking out the door.
Chapter 3: James
I ran my hand through my hair, sitting down at my desk and waiting for my massive hard-on to settle down before my next class. Jodie Clemens. God. I could still see her pink lips parted only a couple of inches from mine. I should have kissed her, should have taken her up on her offer right then. It didn’t feel right to do so when she was only offering herself for a grade. I wasn’t that kind of guy. Still, Jodie with that tight body, that little skirt hiked up on her thigh to show the top of her long, elegant legs. The image was going to stick with me for a good long time.
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