“Yes, very infatuated, and over the years it has gotten worse. You are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. I think about you all of the time. I dream about us being together as a couple.”
“But, Nick, I am twenty three years older than you. But, please know that I am very flattered that you think of me in that way. You are one of the most handsome young men in school, and I think that anyone would like to be with you. I’m … no exception.”
“Really, you would like to be with me?”
“Liking to or wanting to, versus actually being together, are two entirely different things. I would lose my job and be disgraced in a community that I have lived in all of my life if anyone were to find out,” she said.
“No one would ever have to know if we were to have an affair.”
“Nick, who said anything about having an affair,”
“I’ve even wrote an erotic romance story about us.”
“So, let me get this straight, you have already made love to me in your mind and put it in a story? Did you use my name?”
“No, I didn’t use your name. I know better than to do that. I didn’t use my name or yours,” I said.
“So you fantasize about making love to me? How often do you do this, I mean, think about having sex with me?”
“Almost every day, sometimes more,” I admitted.
“Nick, would you like something else to drink, I think that I’m going to have a glass of wine, I think that I need one,” she added.
Being as close as I was to her and talking about having sex, there was no way that my erection was going to go away. Especially when I could see her glancing at.
“I thought that you only did that to me in class,” she laughed.
“I get one every time I think about you, Samantha.”
As she was coming out of the wine cellar, she accidentally brushed her breast across my chest because it was so tight in there. I turned toward her, and looked down into her beautiful green eyes. I was only inches away from her lips as both of us froze for a brief moment. She was about to move away when I grabbed her, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. I wasn’t forceful or demanding. It was a gentle, tender kiss.
She was caught off guard, parted her lips slightly and kissed me back as I wrapped my arms around her slender frame.
“Nick, we really shouldn’t do this,” she whispered.
“I want you more than anything. I have for over two years, and I promise, no one will ever know,” I said with conviction.
“Yea, that’s what they all say just before they have to tell someone like their best friend,” she said earnestly.
“Samantha, I’m not even going to tell anyone that I met you here today, in your house, because it wouldn’t look good for you. I understand the difficulties, but God, do I ever want to be with you,” I said, as I pressed my body up against hers and kissed her again.
“Nick, it’s not that I wouldn’t like to. God knows, I haven’t had sex for three years. It’s just that we shouldn’t.”
“Why not, I want you, and I felt from our flirting during class the last few days that you were interested in me, as well, Samantha.”
“I know we shouldn’t have done that but we did. Oh, God, Nicholas, you must know that I want you, I’m human but we just can’t. Let’s get out of here so I can open the wine,” she said. As she began to move on past me, her breasts, once more, slid across my chest. I kissed her neck as she tried to get by. She sighed, and leaned into me for a moment, her breasts pressed fully against my chest.
“Let’s go out on the veranda where we can get some fresh air,” she said, as she opened the wine. We went out to the veranda and sat close to each other as she sipped her wine. I was more turned on now than I had ever been before in my life because I, just moments ago, kissed the woman of my dreams.
She looked at the bulge in his pants and smiled. “It looks bigger now than it ever did in class but then I can’t get a very good look at it in class,” she laughed, as she went in to pour herself another glass of wine. I followed her inside, and as she poured the wine I embraced her in my arms from behind, pressing my cock into her butt as I leaned down to kiss her the back of her neck.”
“Oh, Nick, we mustn’t.”
“I know you want to, Samantha, I know you do. I won’t be a problem for you, Samantha. I’ll respect you and be faithful to you. You won’t have to worry about catching anything from me, and I will only be here when you want me. Please, let me be your perfect, secret lover,” I begged with what had to be puppy dog eyes.
“You seem to have all of the answers. Nick, it isn’t that I don’t want to, and I can’t believe that I’m admitting to it to you, but it goes against everything that I ever thought was right. A teacher should never have an affair with a student, Nicholas,” she insisted, as she turned toward me to make a point. When she was fully turned around, she was just inches away from my lips and looking up. Her eyes locked on mine. Neither of us moved as we felt that first, deep, emotional connection flow between us, and I knew that our next kiss was inevitable.
I leaned down toward her upturned lips and gently kissed her. She closed her eyes and slowly parted her lips accepting me. She leaned into me, moaning with desire as I drew her tighter into my body. Our lips fused, deepening our emotional connection and apparently easing some of her resistance. I brushed my tongue along her lips, and she responded by sliding hers between mine gently flicking it around my tingling mouth. Our passion deepened as we explored each other for the first time.
Her lips were incredibly soft and moist. She moaned, accepting me deep within her mouth as she slid her tongue hungrily over and around my flesh. I groaned when she gently bit my lower lip as she looked vulnerably up into my eyes. The chemistry between us was obvious and undeniable. The bond I felt that was created by that one kiss was almost spiritual and unbreakable as I felt our emotional need deepen.
“Nicholas, I don’t know if I can resist much longer, and it frightens me. Nicholas, we need to stop,” she whispered.
However, her words were just that, words. She was not willing to release her grip or pull away. My hands held her face as I peppered her lips and the corners of her mouth with soft, tender, little kisses.
“Samantha, I’m not going to stop unless you force me to, and then I will, but God, I don’t want to,” I said, as I placed my hands around her waist pulling her into me. I bent my knees, lowering myself so my shaft could nestle under her crotch whereI pressed into her soft, delicate folds. She gasped, and then moaned as she matched my movements by thrusting her hips gently upwards against my cock.
“Oh, God, Samantha, you feel so good in my arms,” I moaned. I could only pray that she wouldn’t make me stop now. I knew that she was trying to get her mind focused on what the right thing to do was. I was just praying that her body’s need was so great that she could not bring herself to pull away from me.
“Nicholas, hold me, and promise me that you won’t do anything to hurt me,” she said, with tears beginning to puddle in her eyes.
“I could never hurt you, Samantha, I care too deeply for you to ever cause you the slightest harm, I…I,”
“Don’t say it, Nicholas, don’t. Just kiss me.”
I held her tight in my arms as she placed hers around my neck pulling me to her lips. Our lips touched as our tongues began to explore each other eagerly and unapologetically as I felt that she was going to give herself to me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and gently explore me in ways that I had only dreamt of before. She slid her tongue across the surface of my lips as she pushed her mons gently into my erection. Our tongues darted and flicked across and through each other’s mouth in a molten caldron of lust and desire causing our passion to explode into a wanton need for more.
“I need you, Samantha, I want to make love to you,” I moaned, almost begging.
“I know, Nicholas, I know you do. Let’s take a breather. I need a glass of wine and we need to talk.”
“C
an I have a glass of wine along with you?”
“Do your parents know you drink?” she asked.
“I drink beer and wine with them at home occasionally,” I replied, thinking that I just experienced the thrill of a lifetime.
“Oh, what the hell, what’s a glass of wine after what we’ve just done to our lives?” she chuckled. “Here, let’s go outside and talk,” she said, placing her arm around my hips as we walked out.
“Nicholas, I feel week after that last kiss. I had no idea that I had that much lust and desire pent up in my body, ready to explode. My knees feel wobbly, and I’m out of breath. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it is going to explode. All of this from just one passionate kiss!” she exclaimed. “How in the hell did we go from having a little innocent flirtation in class to practically having sex in my house in less than four hours?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Samantha, but I think that our chemistry must be right for each other. I think that our bodies have known it, and they have wanted each other for some time now. I don’t think that you were willing to listen to your needs or desires because you have suppressed them for so long,” I said, taking a small sip of wine and then I kissed her softly.
“Your lips taste so good with wine on them, Samantha.”
“So do yours, Nicholas. Have you thought this completely through, what happens if we make love? What do you do then? What do I do then? I’m so afraid that we will be found out. Do you know what happens then?” she asked.
“Yes, I do, Samantha. I would get a slap on the wrist and then an unwanted high five from my friends thinking that I was a hero. You would receive the brunt of the criticism. My reputation won’t suffer at all while yours will be obliterated. I have thought this completely through. That’s why when I say that no one will ever know about this, it is the truth. I could never do anything to hurt you; don’t you see that? My whole body, my being and my soul, burns for you,” I pleaded, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. I gently rubbed her knuckles with my thumb as I looked longingly into her eyes.
“Well, you are right on with who’d get the blame. This is too much too fast, Nicholas. I need time to process this. I need time to make sure.”
“Samantha, after tasting each other’s lips, what would it be like if we could never taste each other again?”
“Oh, Nicholas, I don’t know. I think I would hate it, especially after just now. I practically poured myself all over you just a few moments ago, and it scared me. How would you act in class the next day? Assuming, that is, we were to make love.” she asked.
“I would not flirt with you at all. I would not do anything to draw anyone’s attention to us. I would barely look your way.”
“Could you actually do that after the way you have been flirting with me in class? Could you, would you stop?”
“Yes, especially knowing that we were going to be together. Samantha, the only reason I have been flirting with you is to get your attention. There would be no need for it then.”
“What happens when one of us breaks off the relationship?” she asked.
“If that day ever comes, I would hate it. But I also know that we would still be friends, friends for life, and you have to know that I would always care for you and continue to keep my promise.”
“I keep thinking about the age difference, Nicholas; twenty three years, that’s a lot. You will soon grow tired of me, then what?” she asked.
“I don’t have an answer for that, Samantha. All I can truthfully say, for now, is that I am not looking for a quick thrill, or a conquest. I am looking for a long-term relationship with the woman of my dreams. What if you tire of me, Samantha? Which I fear is more likely? You know that there are guarantees or time limits on relationships.”
Samantha sat and stared into her wineglass for a few minutes while I gazed at her. I knew that she was thinking about everything that I had just said. I also knew how difficult the decision would be for her. My biggest hope was that she trusted me, and believed what I had said whether she agreed to be my lover or not.
After what seemed to be forever, she stood up, turned to me, and kissed me tenderly on my lips and whispered, “Okay.”
She led me back into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. When we were inside her room, she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’ve wanted to make love to you for several weeks, Nicholas. Perhaps it’s time that we both get what we want.”
We hugged each other knowing that the difficult decision was behind her, and the joy of finally experiencing each other was at hand. We kissed deeply as our mouths opened and the pent up passion exploded between us. Our tongues probed and searched, sliding over the other’s lips as our need for resolution heightened.
She quivered as I reached for her left breast and cupped it in my right hand. I squeezed it gently as she moaned her approval. I moved back and unbuttoned her blouse letting it slide to the floor. She did the same for me and then pressed her breasts into my chest and sighed. We held each other and continued kissing as our lips became more needy, and more wanton.
“Nicholas, it scares me. Because I am afraid that I will never be able to get enough of your tenderness,” she moaned.
I smiled. “I’ll give you all I have for as long as you want it.”
I reached behind her and undid her bra. The straps fell loose, she held her breath, and looked up into my eyes as I slid her bra off her shoulders. I could see the apprehension in her eyes knowing that she was about to expose herself to me for the first time. She watched me closely as her breasts first met my gaze. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were incredible. They were more than incredible. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Finally, I looked up into her eyes and I could see the pleasure in them at my reaction to her beauty.
“Oh, Samantha … Samantha, I’ve dreamed about your breasts hundreds of times. I’ve pictured them, loved them, but never was I able to visualized them nearly as beautiful as they actually are. I didn’t even get close, they’re perfect in every way,” I said, with deep emotion and sincerity in my voice.
Her skin was creamy white. Her breasts were round and full, much larger than I had expected. Her areolas were a pinkish-brown color and flat. Her nipples were large, taking up about half of her areola. They were long, and stiff. They were fucking incredible and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them.
“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen breasts this beautiful. Your breasts are something else, Samantha, but your nipples are simply incredible and mouth watering,” I groaned, as I reached out and softly ran my fingers over one of her erect nipples.
She moaned as I took each of her breasts in my hands. I caressed them, lifted them slightly, squeezed then gently, and finally, I rubbed my thumbs over her sensitive, incredibly long nipples. What I was doing, actually, was making love to them.
“I’m sorry, Samantha, I can’t wait,” I said, as I bent down and kissed the tip of her rigid nipple. I grazed it with my tongue and gently sucked it into my mouth. I moved my tongue over its hardened surface and rolled it around in circles.
“Your nipples are incredible. They’re so long and stiff,” I moaned.
I pushed her nipple from the side with my tongue. It was so long and hard that I could feel it bend at its soft base. It slide under, and then pop back up on the opposite side of my tongue.
“I am in heaven. I have to be,” I said.
She was already moaning when I gently bit down on its rubbery core.
“Oh, God, Nicholas, that feels so good. Harder, baby, bite me harder. Oh, fuck yes, that feels good,” she cried out, moaning with a shudder.
I moved to her other breast and repeated the same wonderful process.
“I’ll never get enough of them. I simply love sucking them,” I whispered, with a mouth full of rock hard flesh.
She tugged at my belt and threw it on the floor. She then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them to the floor as I stepped out of them. Now in a hurry, s
he unbuttoned her skirt and slid the zipper down as she slowly lowered it over her round ass letting it fall to the floor. We were now naked except for our underwear. We stood there, looking at each other. My breath quickened as the lust I felt for her smoldered.
I smiled. “You’re even more beautiful naked.”
“I’m not naked … yet,” she whispered
“I know, and I can’t wait,” I said, with a throaty voice as I lowered my shorts to the floor. As I did, my cock popped out fully erect, and she gasped.
“My God, Nicholas, it’s large. I … I, had no idea,” she said, as she took me in her hand and began slowly stroking it. She slid her tongue down the length of my shaft and licked a little bead of my arousal off the slit on the end.
“Hum,” she moaned, as she slid me into her mouth as far as she could.
She started sliding me in and out moaning deeply. I could tell that she really liked it. She wasn’t doing it because she thought she had to. I groaned and began moving my hips in rhythm with her mouth. I moaned at the sight of her full, red lips sliding over my cock. As she withdrew, it glistened with the moisture from her mouth. She pulled off all the way only to bury it again as deep within her mouth as she could.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had a cock in my mouth. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed it,” she groaned, as she slowly slid her lips back over me. She began sliding up and down the length of my shaft more rapidly. She wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and stroked it in sync with her mouth.
She was doing wonders for me. “Samantha, I’m getting close. Your mouth feels too good, and I don’t want to come yet, not like this,” I pleaded.
She looked up at me. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth?” she asked.
“Yes, I do, sometime. But now, I want to be inside of you, Samantha. I don’t want to come like this, not for our first time,” I said, as I grabbed the elastic band of her panties and slid them down over her round ass. I helped her step out of them and lifted them to my face, smelled her odor and moaned with satisfaction. I lifted her onto the bed, climbed between her legs and took a moment to admire her gorgeous form. She had a small patch of natural, untrimmed, pubic hair that just covered her mound. Her arousal was obvious as the hair around her opening was saturated. I slid down between her legs so my face was at her pubic mound.
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