He turns and gives Liam a cocky once-over. "Brothers get to cut the line, pal." He stops suddenly in his clearly half-drunk state and peers closer at Liam, as if suddenly actually seeing him.
"Hey, DAD, who the fuck invited you anyways?" He turns and smirks at the two guys who’ve butted the line with him as if he’s just had the line of the century.
"My girlfriend did." Liam says without missing a beat. His voice is even, but I see the muscles in his forearm clench for a moment. He nods towards me, and I feel myself go a little red, even though I’m wearing a mask. The frat guy turns and looks me up and down before turning back to Liam with a smirk on his face.
"Ooooh, it's like that, huh?" Suddenly he pushes Liam a step back as he laughs and turns back to me. "Hey babe, how about you ditch the old guy and come get some of thi-"
In a flash, Liam has the guy's arm twisted behind his back and frat-guy is suddenly whining as he’s forced to his knees on the floor. The crowd around us goes a little quiet, and I tense as I see a few other frat guys suddenly start to push their way through.
Liam glances up and seems to see them coming, but his face is dead even, almost casual. As I watch, with Ally clutching my arm, Liam calmly reaches down and plucks the guy's beer out his other hand. And then, just as the other frat brothers break through the ring around us, Liam grins at them, tilts the cup back, and chugs down every drop of the guy's beer.
I tense, feeling Ally grab my arm even tighter as the circle around us goes quiet. Suddenly, the frat guys around us just start cheering.
Wait, what?
Bewildered, Ally and I watch as a bunch of them crowd around Liam, slapping his back, shaking his hand, and even pouring him a fresh beer.
"What the hell was that all about?" I ask him as the bros start to disperse back into the crowd and the music starts up again.
Liam, looking more than a little smug, shrugs sheepishly. "I was a jock in college, guys," he grins at Ally and I. "I guess I speak the language."
We crack up before I snag his arm and drag him into the dancing crowd.
23
Ellie
Ally apparently knows when to bug off, and goes off on her own as Liam pulls me close and we start to dance.
The whole thing is just surreal. Here I am, the book-nerd, the virgin, the wallflower, at some crazy college frat party dancing with the hot guy. And beyond all that, I’m loving it. And while part of me is still hanging on to the whole hangup of this being “wrong”, I can’t help but wonder why that is?
So we’re different ages; so what?
Yes, what's happening between us has an element of scandal to it given our positions as student and teacher, but even as hot as it is, it’s not something dirty - at least, not in that way. I can’t help how I feel, and this isn’t some “lust” thing where I’m just swept up by the first guy I sleep with and letting myself get carried away with the whole older man fantasy. I mean, I’d had a crush on Liam Martin since school started, before I even knew what that crush really meant. Yeah, I was introducing him to best friend with a mask on and a fake name, and when I looked at our relationship or whatever this thing was through that particular lens it seemed a bit tarnished.
Beyond that of course was that Liam was my damn college English professor. I had pretty open-minded parents, but I had a pretty hard time picturing them giving the go-ahead on a forty year old man having a romantic relationship with their eighteen year old college freshman daughter.
Liam’s arms move around me then, pulling me close, and I close my eyes and sink back into him as we sway to the music of the party. "Penny for your thoughts?" His voice is deep in my ear, and I grin and turn in his arms.
“Nothing, I'm just-” I look up into his dark, piercing eyes, losing myself for a moment. “I’m just having a wonderful time with you, that's all.”
"If there was any way for me to make this normal, baby-”
"I know." I hug him tightly and feel him kiss the top of my head.
"So, what'd you think of Ally?” I pull back and grin up at him, trying to lighten the mood.
Liam rolls his eyes and laughs. "She's- she's everything I could have hoped for. She's hilarious, Ellie. Hang on to that one, good friends are rare."
The music kicks up then, and we start to dance more, moving closer and hotter together. Liam’s turning me around and pulling me back into him, and as we move our hips together and grind together with the beats, I suddenly bite my lip as I feel something hard poking me from beneath his makeshift toga.
"Penny for your thoughts, Professor?” I turn my head and stick my tongue out at him as I push my ass back into his erection.
Liam smiles at me as he leans close. "I was thinking about someone's promise of letting me get a peep under that toga at that sweet little pussy tonight if I played my cards right."
I blush and he kisses my neck. “So, am I playing them right?"
"Oh, you're playing them very right." I turn and grab his hand. "Should we head back to your place?” I wink wickedly at him. “Or my dorm?”
I start to pull him towards the door when he stops, pulling me back. "We could also stay here,” he says, arching an eyebrow at me suggestively.
I feel a little flutter in my stomach. I’ve never hooked up with anyone at a frat party before, well, obviously. I don't even know how that works, actually. I blush then and roll my eyes at myself. Okay, so before Liam, I hadn't ever hooked up with anyone, anywhere.
I bite my lip and look up into his eyes, feeling that tingling tug of desire the way I always do around him. "I- I don't know how-"
"I do." He squeezes my arm and grins, starting to pull me towards the stairs. "Follow me."
Okay, I’ve been to about two parties before, briefly, and I’ve always been the one giggling like an immature little prude whenever I saw couples sneaking away upstairs in the middle of one. It just always seemed so cliche, like something out of a movie. But there’s nothing cliched about how turned on I am as Liam leads me to the stairs. Besides that, no one really pays us any mind at all. That is, until I suddenly catch Ally staring at me with a big shit-eating grin on her face from the other side of the room. I blush and stick my tongue out at her, before Liam pulls me up the stairs.
* * *
I lost my virginity to Liam almost a month before, though somehow, as we step into the dark bedroom upstairs, my heart is pounding like it’s my first time.
But, as the door closes behind us, sealing us back away from the crowds and questions, it’s just us. And then I feel my nervousness drop away like it'd never even been there. I feel confident then, when it’s just Liam and I. No matter the questions and looks from other people or the multitude of reasons why we can’t - or at least shouldn't - be together. Up here alone, we’re in our own world.
Confidence and desire coursing through me then, I bite my lip and shove him back onto the bed, feeling my pulse jump as I move towards him. I’ve had all of two sips of beer, so I’m not drunk or anything. But I feel alive in the way he looks at me like I’m some sort of sexual goddess.
With my eyes locked onto him, I slowly undo the tie at the front of my bed-sheet toga, before letting the whole thing drop to my feet in a white linen puddle.
"Oh, was this the little pussy you were trying to get a peek of?" I say it in my most innocent voice, looking at him with pouty eyes as I tease a fingertip up my inner thigh. I’ve neglected to mention to him that I’ve left my panties behind.
I can see Liam’s eyes darken with desire as he growls at me. "Yeah, that's the one." His eyes hungrily drink in every inch of my nude young body, his muscled chest rising and falling heavily.
Smirking and keeping my eyes locked on his, I move towards him, until I’m right between his legs. I drop to the ground on my knees and place my hands on his thighs.
"Well, you've got me up here in this dark bedroom all to yourself, mister." I suck at my lower lip as I let my words drip with my most innocent, girlish voice. I can see him tense, his jaw gr
inding tight and his eyes flashing at me.
"What do you wanna do with me, mister?"
Liam stares at me with his mouth hanging open, tongue tied at my over-the-top sex-kitten act I’m putting on. I grin at him as I push my hands under his toga, up his legs until I feel the huge bulge of his cock in boxers.
In a flash, I’m tugging them down his legs, and then pushing his toga open wide. His thick, throbbing cock springs out to bob heavily in front of my face, and I moan quietly as I bring my small hand up to circle his thick girth. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of that “wow” feeling whenever I see his enormous dick.
"Wow, you've sure got a big dick, mister!" I look up at him with pouty eyes, keeping my voice girlish and watching him groan. "Do- do you want me to suck on it?"
Liam groans out loud, his eyes blazing at me. Grinning at him and without waiting for an answer, I lean forward and wrap my soft lips around his big cock.
He moans as I suck him in, my tongue swirling around his head and teasing the underside of him. I keep my eyes locked on his face, watching him close his eyes and toss his head back in pleasure as I slurp on his cock.
I suck and lick at Liam another minute or so before he sits up then and pulls me up. He kisses me hard, and I moan into his mouth as his fingers slip into my tight pussy as he pulls me into his lap on the edge of the bed. His lips move down to my neck, making me gasp as he sucks at the tender skin there. I can feel him slipping the head of his cock against my tight, dripping wet slit, and feel the flush of heat that radiates out from there at his touch.
I push him back down onto the bed and bite my lips as I straddle his hips and gyrate my tight body above him, moving my hands up to cup my full, warm breasts. "Lay back, Professor. I want to ride you this time.”
He gives me that look again that makes me both blush and moan, like I’m some sort of goddess. I blow him a kiss as I swing my legs over him, turning around so that my ass is pushed back as I hover above his thick cock. Reaching back, we both moan as I teased my slit with his head, before slipping it between my folds and slowly sinking back on to him.
Liam growls, and I gasp as I sink down on his big, thick cock, all the way until I can feel the tickling hairs of his abdomen against my ass and his big balls pressed tight against my lips. My fingers dig into his thighs as I slowly raise myself up, loving the way he groans as my pussy milks every inch of him, before pushing back down onto him.
I start to slowly ride him like that, rocking and rolling my hips as I fuck his big cock with deep even strokes, all while the party rages downstairs. I can feel his hands on my ass; spreading me and clutching me tight as I undulate up and down him.
Liam rocks up into me again, grabbing my tight little ass as he grinds deep into my slit with his big cock, and I moan again as the pleasure throbs through me. He reaches forward and grabs my wrists in his hands. I suddenly gasp as he pulls my arms behind my back and then holds them there as he pulls my body tight. He starts fucking up into me, and the feeling of being so controlled and so restrained by him has me gasping as pleasure rocks through my body.
"Oh! Professor!” My innocent little girl voice is back, and I can hear him groan beneath me. "Fuck my little pussy with that big, thick cock of yours!" I start to bounce faster and faster on him, and his grunts begin to fill the room. “Oh, fuck me, Professor! Fuck me with that big thick cock! Pump my tight little freshman pussy with that dick!”
Liam groans at my little innocent voice, and I start to bounce up and down on him faster and faster as I squeal and moan. I’m going to come soon - bare and wet on his cock - and I want to feel him fill me when I do. I want to feel him pump every drop of his hot cum inside me, no matter the consequences.
“God you feel so good stretching me like that, mister. Your big fat cock feels so good inside of me like that!”
I can hear Liam groan behind me as I bounce on him, milking every inch of his shaft. He sits up then, rocking deep inside of me his hands slide up to cup my big, swaying breasts, running his fingertips over my nipples.
“Play with your clit, honey,” he growls as he bites my ear, making my young body shudder with pleasure. “I want to feel you milk every single drop of my cum out of my balls deep in that tight pussy.”
He begins to hungrily suck and kiss at my neck, sending shivers right down my spine. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He growls into my ear, making me moan out loud as I feel the tremors start in my toes as my body begins to crash over the edge. “And I’m gonna pump you full of my thick, hot cum.” I teeter on the edge, feeling myself start to fall.
“Come for me, honey. Come on my big dick.”
Yeah, that does it.
With a loud cry, I shudder as I come, clenching tight around Liam and moaning as my orgasm tears through me. And right then, Liam’s cock swells up, and with a roar, I feel him throb and twitch deep inside of me as the first thick squirt of his cum splashes up into me.
Squirt after squirt of his hot, thick cream erupts into my fertile young body, filling me to the absolute brim as he growls and slowly keeps pumping me.
Slowly, gasping, we slow to a stop until we’re still in the semi-dark of the room, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths.
Ok, wow.
24
Liam
Ellie and I lay in that bedroom upstairs, with the party locked away on the other side of the door, and it’s just the two of us. She’s laying against my chest, her fingers trailing over the inked lines and designs of my sleeve tattoo. Her small, warm body is curled up against my much bigger, harder frame, and I let my eyes close as I feel her breath on my chest and inhale the scent of her hair.
“What are we going to do?” I murmur before I can stop myself.
I grin, yeah, it was me that just said that. The cliche here would be the younger, inexperienced girl being the one getting weird with this and starting to get clingy. But fuck, here I am saying it. Because right then, I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to go back downstairs and have to put a fucking mask, I want to shout to the world that she’s mine.
Because yeah, she’s young, but not in spirit. I mean this girl reads books - real fucking great books - and she thinks, and she’s got a brilliant mind. I think again to the mystery coffee shop girl with Joyce under her arm and the ass I couldn’t get enough of. Yeah, she’s sexy as all fucking sin, but it’s the combo of the sort of sexiness that she doesn’t even quite know how to use yet and the fact that she can keep up with my intellectually.
I almost want to take back my words before I ruin the whole damn moment, but then she’s turning, and she’s kissing me. I growl into those soft, pouty lips.
“Well,” she says, pulling back, her eyes looking up as she thinks. “I mean, I’m only your student another few months, right?”
I can feel my cock twitch a little bit as she says it. She feels it, of course, and grins as she reaches down to give me a languid stroke. “After that?” She shrugs. “After that could we be open?”
“People would talk.”
She winks. “Fuck ‘em.”
I laugh. “You’ve been hanging around me too long. I think I’m corrupting you into a girl with a dirty mouth.”
She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling at me as she leans close.
“Well why don’t you take me home, and I’ll let you corrupt this dirty little mouth as much as you want.”
Uh, check please.
25
Liam
I’m still in dreamland with this girl as we unlock the door and head back down to the party. It’s still the madhouse it was before, but I’m barely aware of it as we move through the crowd.
If there was any weirdness before about me being here with her, even with the mask, considering our ages, people either don’t care, or are too drunk to give a shit anymore. Which is fine with me, because all I want to do is head back to my house and bury my tongue Ellie’s pussy.
And we get so damn close to making that happen. In fact, we get to
the front lawn before the shit hits the fucking fan.
“So, what, this is the dude you decide to fuck instead of me?”
I can feel Ellie’s grip tighten on my arm. Yeah, I recognize that voice. I turn to see a very drunk looking Ted - that shitbag ex of hers - leering at us as he stumbles down the front steps of the frat house. Even though I know that this fuckwad never got to even touch her, just sight of him brings me to a red rage. Yeah, he might not have gotten a taste of this girl, but I know he tried, and I know he’s thought about it, and that right there is enough to bring out the damn caveman in me.
“Walk away,” I growl, narrowing my eyes through the mask at him. I turn, and start to lead Ellie away from this loser, when suddenly she’s gasping as she pulls right out of my arm.
I whirl, the red rage hot in my face as I see Ted with his fucking hand on Ellie’s arm, holding her tight and leering at her.
“You get your fucking hands off of her,” I growl as I pull Ellie gently away from him and then shove Ted a step back, my eyes flashing at him as my fists raise.
He flips me off. “Listen old man, fuck off. No one invited you here.”
I can feel the blood roaring in my veins, but I push the heat down, forcing myself to breathe. Yeah, I want to pound this little shit’s face in, right here in front of everyone. Yeah, I could wipe that smug little prick smile off his face right here and knock him on his punk ass in front of all his little friends.
But I force myself to breathe.
Don’t make a scene. Just walk away with her and leave this shitbag to his bullshit.
“I invited him,” Ellie says with an edge to her voice.
Ted snorts. “Yeah well that’s cause you’re a slut with daddy issues.”
I don’t think, I just do.
I don’t even really remember the first hit later, but I remember the satisfaction in seeing the blood come pouring out of Ted’s nose as he goes stumbling backwards. He jumps back faster than I’d have given him credit for, and suddenly he’s rushing right into me and knocking us both down.
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