A pathetic half-laugh escaped my mouth. “And I text you because I thought I should try to engage in a relationship with someone around my own age.”
“Age is just a number.” He snapped. “I’m still the same guy you fucked last night. A man, not some little boy, so don’t even think of treating me like one.”
I sighed. “I know exactly what you are, Garrett, that’s the problem.”
“And what’s that?” He said, looking hurt, like I was about to destroy him with my words.
“You’re my downfall.” I said and drank the rest of the glass of wine.
This time Garrett told me his real life story. How his father ran a computer science company that looked into how systems could be run smoother and more efficiently. In just over fourteen months, Garrett would take a job at the family firm alongside his elder brother and sister. Fourteen months. That was how long we would have to stay a secret if I continued this.
“Is there anything else you want to know about me, Meredith?” Garrett finished his water. He’d not touched the wine. I felt the buzz of the alcohol in my system, making me feel mellower. Making me give less of a fuck about anything.
“If you’d been told to fuck the girl in the room to get your new accommodation. Would you have done it?”
He stroked his chin. “Before I met you, yes, without a doubt. I’m young. As long as she had consented, and we had a good time why not?”
I looked at the floor.
“But after, I don’t know. I was prepared to go down on the girl and give her a good time, but to fuck someone, when all I had in my mind was you. I’d have been using them. Because I’d have imagined your face under that mask whether it was you or not.”
“I imagined it was you.” I confessed. “Yours was the face I held in my mind while the stranger got me off.” I shook my head. “And it was you all along. I want to replay it.” I told him. “Now that I know it was you. I want to do it again.”
He pulled me toward him, brought my face closer to his. “Yes, but this time, I will do what I wanted to do after you came on my face. I want to fuck you until you’re no use to anyone else because you’ll crave only me.
Straddling him on the couch, my breasts pressed against him through my blouse. I ground my pubic bone against his groin while my mouth captured his. Garrett fisted his hands in my hair and then showing his strength again when stood up with me still wrapped around him like a monkey on a tree, walked a few paces and then he threw me down onto my bed. He looked around the room until he spotted a scarf I’d left at the foot of the bed, another item that had yet to make it to the laundry hamper. He picked it up and fastened it over my eyes. I was returned to Friday night and not being able to see, everything being left to my other senses, my being alert, but this time I didn’t have to imagine it was Garrett, because it was Garrett, had been him all along.
He stripped me out of all my clothes. I felt the cool breeze from the window flick over my body, making my nipples peak and my skin goose bump. Large hands gripped my breasts and tweaked my nipples and then I felt his tongue there, it was so definitely him. I placed my hands in his hair, the hair I now recognized while he traced his tongue in the lazy circles that had made me come so hard before.
Fingers entered me, plunging into my heat while his tongue continued to tease and torment me. I was already riding so close to the edge and it had only been a few minutes. As I exploded over his mouth, he repeated the words I’d heard Friday night.
“You are beautiful when you come.”
And then I came again, a second wave following the first, as I bucked against Garrett’s mouth giving him everything I had. I remembered all the thoughts and feelings I’d had on the Friday night, how I’d wanted to ride a huge cock. How the tongue hadn’t been enough.
“Please, I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.
“I need to be inside you. My dick is so fucking hard. Feel. See what you do to me.”
He moved up the bed and placed his dick in my hand. I felt the girth of him. He was wide, and he was long, he must have been a good ten inches. I twisted so that he got the message I wanted to ride him and then I climbed on top of him. I positioned his dick at the entrance to my soaking wet pussy and then I lowered myself onto that huge cock.
As his lifted his hips and impaled me deeper, I moaned and groaned. I was full of cock and I loved it. He bought his fingers to my clit and teased me there while I put one hand on his toned stomach and another in my hair and I raised myself up and down on his huge pole, changing to flicking my hips in tiny circles, feeling him plunging deeper and deeper inside my walls. I moved a hand from my hair to one of my breasts and cupped myself there, rolling my breast in my hand before teasing my nipple and then swapping to the other side.
“Garrett, I’m so close.”
Just when I thought I had everything I wanted, Garrett spoke.
“Look at you, you dirty bitch. Open your eyes. You’re fucking me. Fucking a student. We’re in the classroom. Can you see that? We’re in the classroom and I’m fucking you on your desk and the other students could come in at any moment. And you don’t care. You’re just riding my cock and ready to explode and I can hear footsteps coming up the corridor and we’re about to be caught at any time.”
My clit and walls started to pulse slowly around his cock as I felt my climax explode around him. Then the wave hit.
“Oh my fucking God.”
Garrett held onto my ass firmly with those huge hands that belonged to those super strong arms and he rode me through my orgasm until he spilled with his own, cum shooting inside me. I collapsed forward onto his torso, sweat pouring down my face. My breathing was ragged and my heart pounded so hard I feared a cardiac arrest.
“That was what I wanted to do to you Friday night.” Garrett said, stroking my hair back and holding it off my face. “Don’t tell me this is wrong, because it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels all so right.”
I looked up at him and bit my lip. I craved him but I knew I shouldn’t continue this.
“And next time. We will really fuck in a classroom,” Garrett added.
And I was done for.
Chapter 8
Meredith
Of course, I was the one with the classroom…
I told him where I’d be and agreed to text him when there was no one around.
That day I had deliberately dressed as a stereotypical school teacher in a white blouse and tight skirt, but before I text Garrett, I added some clear lens spectacles and put my hair up in a bun.
Mer: It is time for your lesson.
A text came straight back.
Garrett: Yeah, we will see who teaches who!
I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to arrive, now I knew that he lived on campus. While I waited I sat back in my seat, my mouth going dry. After a few minutes the door opened quietly, and he stepped inside. All the blinds on the windows were closed. I had switched on a small desk lamp which gave a low glow and a look of warmth to the room.
“I’ve come for my detention.” said Garrett.
“You’ve been a very bad boy.” I told him walking around the front of my desk. "You do not put your hands down your pants in my classroom, do you understand that?”
“Yes, Professor.” He replied.
“Now I want to know what was causing you to be so distracted in my class.”
“You, Prof.”
“Say that again. I’m not sure I understood. Explain yourself.”
“You, Prof. I watched you at the front of the classroom and when you wrote on the top of the blackboard, I could see the tops of your stockings.”
I lifted my skirt to reveal the lacy tops of my stockings. “These?”
Garrett put his hands across his pants to cover his dick. “Yes, Prof.”
“Why are you covering yourself, Garrett?”
“I have an erection, Prof.”
“Show me.”
Garrett unbuckled his belt and unfastened the zipper of his p
ants. As he lowered them his dick sprung against the material of his boxers. He was so hard. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees.
“Would you like to feel my mouth around your cock, Garrett?”
“Yes, Prof.”
It would be the first time I had given oral to Garrett and I couldn’t wait. My panties were soaked with my cum. I lowered his boxers down his legs and he lifted each foot in turn so I could remove them.
“Garrett, have you been hiding this big dick from me all year?”
“Yes, Prof.”
I took him in my hand and lifted him to my mouth. His cock was a deep purple and so hard. I opened my mouth and took him deep inside, closing my lips around him and sucking. He grabbed the back of my neck.
“Fuck, Meredith.”
I slid him in and out of my mouth, licking around his glans, one hand cupping his balls. I ran my fingertips lightly across them. As he got closer to climax and starting thrusting more firmly into my mouth, I moved a hand behind his ass, cupping a firm cheek. I could feel his ass cheek undulate under my fingers with each thrust. My face was aching from all the sucking but I wasn’t letting him go until he’d given me his all.
“Mer. Christ, Mer, I’m gonna-”
I stuck my finger in his ass and he spurted his salty cum straight down my throat. I swallowed it down and looked up at him. His eyes were closed while he savored what had just happened.
“Shit, Mer. That was incredible.”
“For using my first name and not calling me Prof., you will have to be punished.” I told him, winking.
“What’s my punishment? I’m already in detention.” He asked.
“Because of your attitude you will fuck me in the ass, Garrett.”
“I will be bad much more often.” Mumbled Garrett, and I tried hard not to laugh, but eventually a small snort escaped my mouth.
Garrett led me back towards my desk, pulled up my skirt and turned me over.
“First, I need to make you wetter.” He said.
I wasn’t sure that was possible but then I realized he meant to lube around my puckered hole. He tore off my panties like they were made of thin paper and then used a hand to tease some of the wetness from my pussy up to my ass and he slid inside me coating himself in my juices. I pushed back against him.
“I don’t remember saying you could put that there.”
He bit the back of my shoulder in response.
His fingers coated in my cum played around my butt hole and then he inserted a finger inside me. I groaned.
“Oh, you like that do you? What about two?” he asked. He did what he promised and two and then three fingers were in my butt thrusting and twisting inside.
His fingers withdrawn, Garrett withdrew his cock from my pussy and positioned himself next to my ass and pushed in. At first there was resistance but as he teased me there and as his fingers dipped into my pussy, I relaxed and he edged in further, inch by glorious inch.
I moved back against him and took in the rest of his cock in my ass.
He fucked me oh so slowly while his fingers trailed up inside my blouse until they found my breasts. He pulled down the front of my bra and flicked fingertips across my hardened nub. Then he moved me slightly so that my pussy was against the rounded corner of the desk. As he thrust in my ass, he pushed my clit into the edge of the table. It gave me a tease of friction in my clit but I wanted more. He repeated his motions over and over again.
“You’re fucking my cock and the desk you dirty professor.”
“I need to come so bad,” I almost shrieked.
He thrust harder in my ass so that again my clit met the edge of the desk and as he quickened his motions, my pussy rode the desk edge. Tomorrow I would be in this class teaching, sat at the very desk I was pounding with my pussy while my lover pounded my ass. I felt the telltale quivers starting in my core and then I came. Garrett stuck his fingers in my pussy as I did so that my walls clamped around him as I shuddered my release.
“Oh my God.”
Garrett leaned his head on my back. “That was fucking amazing, Prof.”
I laughed. “That’s one fantasy met. Now I have another.”
“You’re so greedy.” He kissed the back of my neck. “What’s your next one?”
“That I ride my lover’s dick all night long. Come to mine Friday so I can make it come true. We can stay in bed and sleep Saturday.”
But what happened was we saw each other every night. We never saw the inside of a gym, we spent all our time burning calories on each other. We were insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of him. I’d get home from class and he’d be there. My marking wasn’t getting done, lessons weren’t being planned. In the classroom, I could barely keep my eyes open. After a couple of weeks, I was asked to meet with the Principal one afternoon.
I walked into his office and took the seat he indicated.
“Meredith. I just wanted to check in with you. There have been a few complaints from students about the level of teaching they are receiving. Also, they are concerned about you. You’re coming to class bleary-eyed, tired. Work isn’t being assessed. Is there anything I should know about?”
All I could do was lie. “I’ve been trying to hide the fact I’ve had a virus. It’s nothing major, but it’s wiped me out a little. I apologize for the fact you’ve had to deal with complaints about me.”
“It has been more concern that complaints. Your students care about you and know what a high standard you usually expect from them alongside your own commitment. Look, I appreciate you trying to carry on while ill, but I think it would be better if you took a few days off. Come back after the weekend when hopefully you’ll be back to your usual self.”
I nodded. “Thank you, Professor Lynch. I think I will do that.”
“I have the rest of the weeks classes covered. Go home and get some rest.”
“Thank you again. It is appreciated.”
He smiled. “Look after yourself, Meredith.”
I went home, but I didn’t get any rest. Instead Garrett called in sick to school.
On Sunday, I went against what my heart and body craved and I sent Garrett home. It took until 1pm that afternoon to get him out of my apartment but eventually he left, knowing that he also needed to get his act together. His own grades would fall if we carried on this way and his future job with his father depended on it. His family were paying a lot of money to put him through this course. I couldn’t have his failure on my conscience. I couldn’t have my own students failing or falling behind because of me either. My behavior was inexcusable. I was like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. I spent a few hours in bed catching up on some much-needed sleep, then I showered and set to work on catching up on some marking and preparing for the rest of the school week. From now on, even though it would be difficult, we needed some space away from each other. I vowed that I would only see him every other night. He was becoming an addiction, my drug of choice and if I wasn’t careful, he would destroy me or I him.
Chapter 9
Garrett
“What was the fucking point giving you a room at Granger Lodge when you’re never fucking in it? Who are you boning and what’s with all the sneaking around and skipping school?”
I might have known Julian would be savvy enough to know I wasn’t around and was acting out of character.
“I am going to be around more now. Look, I have been hitting the gym more, got a bit addicted. But I am going to pull back.” I lied.
He sniffed the air. “Fucking bullshit. You are tapping some sweet pussy and for some reason you are not telling me who it is.”
“It’s complicated.” I told him and he laughed.
“You should be a politician. Showing talent there for trying to part answer a question and get away with it.”
He slapped me on the back. “Fair enough, if you don’t want to say. I’m sure you have your reasons.”
He pointed from his eyes to mine with two digits. “But just know I will be watchin
g you. I will make it my mission to find out what you are up to.”
Fuck. That just made things a lot more difficult.
“I need to head up and get some studying done.” I told him. “Got fucking behind. My dad is going to kill me if I start dropping grades.”
“Well, less time studying pussy and more studying textbooks.” He winked. “By the way, we are having a party here Tuesday night and I expect you to be there.”
Tuesday. Fuck. That was the day I was going to see Meredith again. We were having tomorrow night off, which would make my head and balls explode, but I knew she was right, we’d got to rein things in and find some kind of happy medium between teaching and studying, and fucking each other raw.
“I will be there, bro.” We fist bumped. “I will catch you later and I promise I am going to be in my room more, around the Lodge more. You gave me a great opportunity and I won’t let you down, man.”
Julian smiled. “We are going to have some fun, okay, you and me. Before responsibility heads our way.”
“Sure thing.” I told him and as I went up to hit the books, I wondered what I was agreeing to.
Not seeing Meredith for two days almost killed me. We text each other but it wasn’t the same. It worked in so far as I got my course work caught up, but it was lonely in my own cold bed without Meredith’s warm body held against my chest, my arms wrapped around her naked flesh. Plus, I was scared. Scared that if she spent time without me, she would have second thoughts. That she would decide it was all too much of a risk that what she really needed was a man of her own age to settle down with. Just the thought of her even glancing in another guy’s direction made my fists bunch. She was mine. We just had the next year to get through. Once I finished college, I would be twenty years old and if we were still together, and I saw no reason why we wouldn’t be, then I was in it for the whole caboodle, marriage, kids everything.
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