by Amy Brent
And maybe a little hard.
I hit send and waited for his reply.
I’d been sitting there for several minutes, watching the house, making sure no one else was following him home. Mindy’s comment about California’s stalker laws came to mind.
I smiled.
I wasn’t a stalker, not in the legal sense.
I wasn’t psychotically obsessed with Logan Clark, nor did I mean him any harm. I just wanted to sleep with him. And I knew he wanted to sleep with me. But if he blew me off this time, I’d take the hint and move on. I’d be sad, but I wouldn’t bother him again.
My phone buzzed. He texted: Sorry busy goodbye.
I smiled. A pathetic attempt at resistance if I’d ever seen one. I gave him a minute to stew, then got out of the car and went to his door.
Standing on his porch, I sent: RU 2 busy to open the door?
I imagined him reading the message, perhaps excited and a little frightened that there was just a wooden door between us now.
I held a finger to the doorbell, took a deep breath, and pressed the button. I heard it ding inside the house.
I took a deep breath and stepped back.
What happened next would be up to him.
Logan
I opened the door and there she was, literally the girl of my dreams, standing just a few feet away, so close that I could smell her.
Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with promise. Her tongue went across her plump lips, making them shine. She was wearing a long black coat and stiletto heels. Somehow, I knew that the only thing under the coat was her luscious body.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said, glancing past her to the street. “Someone might see you.”
“No one will see me if you let me in,” she said playfully. My eyes couldn’t resist going up and down her. She had her hands in the pockets of the coat. The coat wasn’t buttoned, but it was cinched at the waist by the belt. She brought her hands to the belt and grinned at me. “I’m getting a little warm in this coat. Should I just take it off out here?”
“No, please, don’t do that,” I said. I could hear the panic in my voice and I knew she could to. I stepped aside and motioned her in. I stepped to the edge of the porch and looked up and down the street. Thank God, I did not see a blue Honda Accord headed my way. Sheila wanted to come over Friday night, but it would not be unlike her to stop by for a quickie between out-of-town games.
“Nice place,” she said as I closed and locked the door.
“Courtney, you can’t be here,” I said, holding up my hands. “We can’t do this.”
“Yes, Logan, we can. And we must.”
The coat came open as she turned to face me. She shrugged it off her bare shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
The breath caught in my throat as my eyes took in her beauty. She was nude, as I expected her to be. Her tits were large and milky white. They hung from her chest, but were round and firm. Her areolas were dark, the size of baseballs. Her nipples were pink and plump, large and suckable. A neatly-trimmed vee of red curls directed my gaze to her clit and pussy lips.
My cock grew hard, pushing out the front of the running shorts.
She glanced down at it and licked her lips.
Without another word, I closed the space between us and pulled her into my arms. The moment our lips touched, I knew we had reached the point of no return.
Courtney
I let the coat fall away and stood naked before him. If he could resist me now, he would be the first to do so. Every lover before him took one look at my big tits and round hips and red bush and fell over themselves to get to me.
Logan looked at me like a deer in headlights. I was a little sad, really, watching him try to resist. I knew there were a thousand thoughts going through his mind. He wanted to fuck me, but he was afraid of anyone finding out and losing his job. I’d never do anything to get him in trouble. This night would be our secret, now and for always.
His desires slowly overtook his fears. His cock grew hard before my eyes, pushing out the thin material of the running shorts. It was at that moment that I knew he would be mine.
He moved quickly, taking me into his arms and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, hot, wet. He tasted like Mexican food and beer… I sighed. I loved Mexican food and beer…
His hands went around my waist and clutched my ass. His fingers dug in hard, kneading my fleshy cheeks, pulling me into his hard cock. I tugged at the t-shirt he was wearing. As he pulled it over his head, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down his legs.
“Jesus… fuck…” he moaned as his cock sprang free and I took it in my hand. I cupped his balls with my other hand and slowly starting tugging on him, rolling the skin over the rigid shaft.
The head of his cock was thick and round. I swirled it against my tummy. It left a little trail of juices on my skin.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he said, his lips at my ear, his teeth nibbling my earlobe, his hands massaging my tits.
“Yes,” I sighed, feeling the hot flow of my cunt. I brought the head of his cock to my clit and swirled it around. “I want you to fuck me, Logan. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“You want me to slam my big cock into your sweet pussy,” he said.
“Yes…”
“You want me to fuck you till you scream…”
“Yes… please…fuck me…”
He grabbed my ass again and pulled me into him. I got on my tiptoes and spread my thighs. His long cock slid across my pussy, making me jump at the tingle. I lowered myself onto his cock, straddling the long shaft like the bar of a bicycle.
“Fuck, your pussy is so hot,” he said, his lips on mine, breathing into my mouth. He put his hands on my waist and rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out from between my clenched thighs. I shuddered as the head of his cock rolled under my clit, then slid all the way to my asshole. My pussy lips cling to his shaft. My hole gushed hot juices over him, soaking his cock and balls and the insides of my thighs. My scent filled the air.
I reached around and dug my fingernails into his ass. He moaned at the pain.
“God… Logan... you’re going to make me cum…”
I moaned the words into his ear as my pussy slid over his shaft. I could feel the orgasm building from deep inside me, like the spark of a fire about to become an inferno. When his shaft slid over my clit again, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed onto his shoulders and lurched my hips into him. I gushed hot juice over him. It dripped from my pussy like an overflowing gutter during a hard rain. He grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into him again as I came.
“Yes, baby,” he said. “Cum on my hard cock. Show me how much you love having my cock between your legs.”
I clung to him until the orgasm passed. I put my lips to his chest and struggled to catch my breath.
“I want to fuck you now,” he said, squeezing my ass so hard I moaned. “I want to jackhammer my cock into your tight, sweet box.”
“Then shut up and do it,” I said, gazing up at him with a dreamy smile. “Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me now…”
Logan
I scooped Courtney up into my arms and carried her into my bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nibbled at my jaw as I pushed open the door with my knee. The place was a mess, of course. The bed was unmade, the sheets hadn’t been changed in… ever, clothes were strewn about the floor, crap was everywhere. All I did was sleep and fuck there, so I never saw the need to clean the place up. I’d never really considered the place home anyway.
I set Courtney on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips. She stuck out her tongue for me to suck. Her hand immediately went to my stiff cock, still slick from her juices. She slid her hand back and forth quickly, as if she was trying to make me cum. She pressed her lips to the tip of my cock and moaned.
I put my hands on her cheeks and closed my eyes to focus on not cum
ming so soon. What she was doing with her hands and lips felt amazing, but I wanted to come inside her sweet pussy.
“I want my cock inside of you,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders to push her back. I put my hands on her ankles and lifted her legs up, resting her calves against my chest. She playfully rubbed her feet to my cheeks.
“Squeeze your tits,” I said as I reached down to guide my cock head into her hole. She was hot and wet. I swirled the head around, lubing in up, then pushed it to her opening and put my hands on her knees.
“Fuck me…” she said, her hands kneaded her tits, leaving red marks on the milky white globes. She took her long nipples between her fingers and tugged on them, pulling them from her breasts, turning them deep crimson.
I rocked my hips toward her and slid my cock deep into her pussy. She moaned as the breath gusted from her lungs. It was the most amazing feeling, the tightness of her pussy around my girthy cock. It was as if her pussy was gripping my shaft, like tiny fingers, squeezing and milking me.
I held on to her legs and rocked my hips in and out, shoving my cock into her hot, wet box as far as it would go. When I felt the tip of my cock hit her cervix, I pulled out until the head appeared at her lips, then slid in again.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “God... Courtney… your pussy… is so... fucking… tight.”
“Tight… young… pussy…” she moaned. “God… I love… your… big cock inside me…”
I could feel the orgasm gathering in my balls with every stroke, building the pressure, like a volcano preparing to blow. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on making her cum first.
I slammed my cock into her. The smell of our sex filled the room. The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with the gusts of our heavy breathing. I was cumming. There was no holding back. I no longer wanted to.
“Fuck… I’m… fuck... cumming,” I moaned. I opened my eyes and gazed down at her. She was biting her bottom lip, smiling at me, panting like a dog with her tongue out.
“Cum with me…” I said. “Cum with me… now…”
“Yessss….” She hissed, bucking her ass against me as her orgasm hit. She opened her mouth and sucked in a few quick breaths, then squeezed her eyes shut and tensed her body.
I thrust into her and she bucked against me. I filled her pussy with my hot milky cum as she gushed waves of hot juices over me, washing my cock and balls and dripping to the bed below.
I pushed my cock as far into her cunt as far as it would go and tightened every muscle in my body until I had no more to give. I blew out a long breath, my body collapsing like a deflating balloon. I opened my eyes to find her smiling up at me. She held out her arms, beckoning me to lie down with her.
And I did, knowing it was just the start of what might become the greatest night of my life.
Courtney
“So, you wanted to be a writer, but instead you became an accounting professor.” I picked up the steaming hot cup of coffee Logan had made for me and gave him a playful frown. “Exactly how did that happen?”
Logan was sitting on the other side of his little kitchen table with his shirt off. He was nibbling at a strawberry Pop-Tart as he waited for his coffee to cool. His muscled shoulders and chest rippled when he shrugged.
“I quickly learned that most writers starve,” he said with a smile. “I liked to eat, so I became an academic. My plan was to write the great American novel in my spare time.”
“Are you still working on the novel?” I asked, letting my eyes go around his handsome face. His eyes were a little red. His hair was mussed like a little kid who had just crawled out of bed. The thick stubble shadowed his cheeks and chin.
“No, I don’t remember the last time I wrote anything other than the occasional bad check,” he said, sadly. He picked up his cup and blew a cooling breath over the steaming coffee. He arched his eyebrows at me. “What about you? What’s your plan after graduation?”
I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers to keep myself from leaking on the chair. My pussy was raw and wet from our night of unbridled fun. It needed a good airing out. I brought up my legs and wrapped my arms around them, then set my chin on my knees.
“Well, my plan is to move to Chicago and work with my step-dad at his accounting firm. I’ll work on my MBA at night and eventually, hopefully, make partner before I’m thirty.” I frowned at my own words. “Wow, I had no idea how incredibly boring that sounded until I said the words out loud.”
He gave me a cautious smile. “Don’t you want to be an accountant?”
I blinked at him without answering. If he had asked me that question yesterday I would have immediately said yes, I want to be an accountant. This morning, sitting across from him after a long night of making love, I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore. What the fuck…
I gave him a shrug. “Sure, I mean, math is easy for me, so…”
“Is that why you chose accounting? Because math was easy?” He took a noisy slurp of coffee and arched his eyebrows. “That’s surprising.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you impress me as a girl that never does anything because it’s easy.”
My eyes drifted away from his. I stared into the coffee cup on the table between my hands. “I’m not really sure why I chose accounting,” I said slowly. “I mean, I’m good at math and my step-dad is an accountant, but is that what I want to do with my life…” I glanced up at him. “Now, I don’t know.”
He gave me a reassuring smile. “Well, you’re young. You have your whole life ahead of you.”
“What about you?” I asked, turning the tables on him. “Is this how you plan to spend the rest of your life? Teaching accounting, screwing female professors, getting drunk with Professor Brooks.”
His forehead furrowed for a moment and I thought I might have pissed him off. Then his lips curled into a smile and he shook his head. “Gee, you make it sound awful.”
I studied his face. “Is it? Awful?”
He took a deep breath and lifted his chin, letting his eyes go around the wall above my head. He was thinking about the question. Maybe he was coming to the same realization that I had; that a life lived by routine can be boring as fuck.
Before he could answer, we heard the front door open. We glanced at each other for a moment, then he got to his feet to see who was coming in.
“Well, well, well, what is going on here?” Professor Denning said, standing in the kitchen door with her arms crossed over her chest. She gave me a hateful glance, then glared at Logan with an intense look of anger on her face. She lowered her eyes to Logan’s cock and clicked her tongue. “Fucking your students now, Logan?”
Logan looked down, realizing at that moment that he was standing before her naked with his long cock dangling between his legs.
“How did you get in?” he asked.
“I borrowed your extra key,” she said, holding up the key between two fingers. “I had a copy made, in case of emergencies.”
“You had no right to do that,” Logan said, making no move to cover himself. He held out his hand. “Give me the key.”
“We’ll discuss that,” she said, glancing at me again. “After your little slutty friend leaves.”
“Don’t call her that,” Logan said. His face was turning red. His voice had a twinge of anger that I’d never heard before. His open hand had closed into a fist.
“I’d better go,” I said, easing up from the table and sliding past her to get to the bedroom, leaving Logan alone to face her wrath.
I could hear her yelling as I gathered up my clothes and slipped quietly out the front door.
I felt awful, leaving him that way, but I knew this was a battle he would have to face alone because my presence would only make things worse.
I hurried to my car and drove away.
I had to find Mindy as quickly as possible.
I desperately needed a session with my shrink.
Logan
I felt like
a little bit like a kid who’d been sent to the principal’s office, sitting with my knees pressed together and my hands folded in my lap, waiting for Dean Martha Warner to determine my fate.
It was incredibly awkward, and more than a little ironic, that the fate of my academic career at Golden State rested in the hands of a woman who had sucked my cock in a Ruby Tuesday’s restroom, fucked me in the back of her Volvo in the parking, and commanded me to come home with her so I could, “bang the shit out of her pussy with my monster cock”.
But apparently, that was the case, thanks to Sheila Denning and her decision to report my fraternization with a student to the dean.
I warned Sheila that everyone’s dirty laundry would come out if she reported me, but that didn’t seem to be of much concern to her. She was more determined to have me kicked out of Golden State for cheating on her (what???) than to protect her own rocky marriage.
“Just wait until Chuckie hears what you did to me,” she growled, standing in my kitchen with her hands twisted into claws. “He’s gonna kick your fucking ass, Logan. He’s gonna beat the living shit out of you and I’m gonna be cheering him on!”
Jesus, what a fuck nut. Pity she was so good in bed.
She made good on her threat to report me to the dean that day, though she didn’t know she was turning me into a woman I had been fucking for months.
So far, her fat fuck of a husband hadn’t shown up at my door or in my classroom, so obviously, he didn’t care nearly as much about me fucking his wife as she thought he would.
I was pretty sure Chuck had his own side thing going. Most of the coaches did. He would have probably thanked me for keeping Sheila out of his hair. If he had hair.
I was glad to hear that Courtney wasn’t too shaken up by Sheila barging in on us, because I wanted to see Courtney again. Our night together had been amazing, and I didn’t want it to be our last.
There were just two weeks left in the semester. After that, Courtney would graduate and we would be able to see each other without restrictions, if that’s what she wanted.
I couldn’t help but wonder if now that she had fucked me, would she forget me and move on. It was certainly a possibility. One of the reasons I don’t chase after younger girls is that most of them love to play schoolgirl games. Older women, women my age, are tired of playing games. They’ve been there, done that, got the divorce. Older women were also more appreciative and willing to please, whereas girl’s Courtney’s age could be childish, pouty, and demanding.