by Jodie Jacobs
She welcomed me with a sweet kiss, more than I expected. Her lips fit perfectly against my own as they slid against mine. Before deepening the kiss, she pulled away. “Hey.” A smile lit her face.
‘You okay?”
She nodded and headed to the sofa. “Yes, thanks. I’m pleased the school day is over. With you guys leaving soon, the whole school is getting over excited. Roll on the summer.”
I laughed. “That we are. It’s just going so fast, you know?”
“I do. My last year at high school whizzed by. The worrying thing is life just seems to speed up after it.”
Sitting next to her side-on, she turned and faced me. I brushed a few stray hairs from her face and stroked her cheek. “That’s why it’s important to grab these moments, right? Make the most of everyone.” I trailed my finger down her neck and stroked my fingers lightly against her soft breasts. My gaze trailed after them, appreciating the cleavage she had on show. Her breath hitching as my fingers dipped under the fabric, I brushed past her firm nipple. She bit her lip and flicked her gaze to mine, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.
Fingers twirling around her nipple, I opened a couple of the higher buttons of her dress. While her tits didn’t spring free, they almost burst out. I was already hard and wondered if we had enough time to play before Mac arrived. Maybe if he walked in while I was pounding into her, he wouldn’t need to ask any questions about our intentions, nor would we need to explain ourselves. “So, what’s the plan? He’ll be here soon, right?”
A gentle blush spread across her chest and crawled up her neck. I recognized it as one of her tells that she was begging me to slam into her pussy. “Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “He should be here in five minutes. I was thinking maybe we should feign study and then I could seduce you to get a reaction.”
Her idea was hot, but I had a better one. “I agree about the study. Damn, the tension will be thick as it is… But, Miss J, let’s get one thing straight: I’ll be the one doing the seducing tonight.”
She grinned. Removing my hand from her dress, I refastened one of the two open buttons, giving a bit more than a glance of respectable cleavage. I then removed my sneakers and socks, as doing so before sex was always a pain in the ass. Even on the pornos I watched, not even a professional could make that shit sexy. A woman in high heels, yes, but a man in shoes and socks, not so much.
I’d dressed deliberately that evening: I was commando and wore a figure-hugging tee. I knew it clung to my chest, defining my pecs and abs. I’d had plenty of girls admiring them, including Miss J. I was confident Mac would do the same.
Heading to the worktable, I pulled out a seat and removed my books from my bag. I was nothing if not prepared; it also contained condoms and lube. That wet stuff was the bomb when I masturbated, the slickness so much better than my bare hand. One of us will be needing it for Miss J’s fine ass tonight.
Joining me at the table, Miss J sat opposite. I flipped open my book and looked at the multitude of equations I’d yet to work on. “Why math? I asked.
“What do you mean? Why do I teach it?”
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, you’re awesome at it. But seriously, all these damn numbers and equations and stuff…what’s the draw?”
Maintaining eye contact, she remained quiet for a moment, seemingly considering the best way to explain herself. “There are so many reasons, Damon. For starters, there is a beautiful simplicity and symmetry to math. Both of which I love in my life. I know we,” she gestured between us, “are potentially complicated, but when you think about it, we are anything but. Like math, we found a connection, something we both wanted, so here we are.
“I know people rave about literature. I can allow myself to be swept away by Bronte. But I consider mathematics as beautiful.” She paused and smirked. “Don’t raise your brows at me, Damon. Truly, like poetry or a great piece of literature, or an art piece even, math can hide away a multitude of meanings and logic, just like the great authors and poets of this world do with words. Math can be abstract and intangible, just like it can offer beauty in its simplicity.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but Miss J talking so passionately about math, of all subjects, was turning me on even more. My dick pushed against the seam of my jeans, eager to be free.
“It really is amazing,” she finished with a small shrug. She looked a little embarrassed, or maybe, like earlier, even more turned on, considering the blush which flushed her cheeks, as well.
“Hot damn, Miss J. You really love math, huh?”
Her laughter echoed around the room. “Yes, Damon. I really do. It makes me all sorts of hot and horny.”
I believed her.
The opening of the library door drew our attention downstairs. Mac walked through, closing the door behind him. It was just twenty-four hours before that I was standing his shoes. It felt a hell of a lot longer than that.
Miss J stood and headed to the railing of the balcony overlooking the ground floor. “Hi, Mac. Would you mind locking the door behind you please?” She didn’t offer a further explanation.
His eyes flicked to me before he nodded, turned and locked the door. The click echoed around the room.
“Come on up, Mac. We’re all ready for you.” She faced me, winked and retook her seat.
As he climbed the staircase, I kept my eyes planted on my book. Still hard from Miss J’s math talk, my breathing was unsteady. My growing anxiety mixed with excitement didn’t help with my labored breath. I was really going to go through with this. I had no idea what to expect. I intended for the night to be about Miss J and seducing her while bringing Mac into the fold, but my earlier thought of Mac sucking my dick was an image I could not shake from my head.
Reaching the table, I finally looked up and over at Mac. I gave him a chin lift and a small smile when his gaze hit mine. “How you doin’?”
“Yeah, good, thanks.” He placed his bag on the table, pulled out a chair and sat.
“Thanks so much for coming, Mac. I’m so grateful. I’ve been trying to assist Damon here in preparation for his finals, but sometimes I think having another opinion, another way of explaining things, is a lot more productive.” Rising, she headed over to stand between the two of us. Leaning over me, her tits touched my shoulder, making me grin in delight. She reached for my textbook and opened it to the page she was looking for. Once finished, she did the same to Mac.
I watched the interaction carefully, keen to see how he handled her tits brushing him. When they pressed against him, his back went momentarily rigid before his Adam’s apple bobbed and he glanced in my direction. Despite my intent stare, I knew I wore a goofy grin on my face. Who could blame me? Her tits were perfect, even when pushed against someone else. He shifted slightly to raise his head to focus on Miss J. Looking on, I knew the moment his gaze landed on her cleavage. His eyes widened before they flicked back to me.
Smirking, I pulled my textbook to me and pretended to read the bunch of numbers which looked more like Arabic than anything. Once Miss J’s little show was over, she returned to her seat.
“Okay, so we can start by looking at exactly how we work out the equation in exercise five. Does that work for you, Mac?’
He made a sound of agreement.
After about five minutes of talking shop, I threw my pen down on the table, a gesture similar to one I’d made with Miss J only the day before. “I have no idea what the hell you’re both talking about. This is pointless. I’m wasting your time and I’m too worked up.”
I brushed my hands through my hair and stood. I stretched as I did, knowing my shirt lifted to reveal my abs. Directly facing Miss J, I knew she’d enjoy the view, and when I looked at her, I was right; her gaze was fixed firmly on the area. I tilted my head slightly and looked at Mac, pleased to see he wasn’t immune. I worked hard to get my body solid, and I had no reservation in preening like a goddamn peacock knowing I was being eye-fucked.
My hand went to my cock and I adjusted myself. I was hard, had been
since Miss J kissed me in greeting. “Can we take a break or something?” I turned fully to Mac. “How about it? Fancy a break?”
Mac lifted his eyes to mine and shrugged.
“We’ve only been at it five minutes. How can you need a break already?” Miss J drew my attention to her. A lazy smile sat on her sexy lips.
“It’s math,” I said in way of answer. “Surely there’s some sort of mathematical rule which shows how time drags when studying math. Five minutes equates to an hour, right?” Turning my attention once more to Mac, I winked, looking for his support.
“Err, yes?”
“You see, Miss J? We deserve a break. I need to get rid of some of my excess energy. Sitting in a chair for too long gets me all worked up. If I don’t do something and soon, I may just explode.”
I drifted to the sofa and sat, legs apart and looking back at the two of them still seated at the table. With bare feet, I knew I looked relaxed. I briefly wondered what Mac was thinking, especially taking in my shoeless state and casualness with our teacher.
I pulled my bag with my supplies off the floor. Opening it, I removed a beer. “You don’t mind, right, Miss J?” We were so far beyond breaking all the rules that drinking seemed the furthest thing from crap to be worried about.
She sighed and feigned unease. “Well, erm, I suppose. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
I turned the cap off and took a deep pull, enjoying the bubbles sliding down my throat. Putting my bottle to the side, I took another from my bag. ‘Here you go, Mac. Join me. It’s the least I can do, since you’ve given up your time and all.”
He shifted in his seat and shrugged. “I don’t mind being here to help you out.” I held the beer in his direction. “Best not; I have training in the morning.”
“Don’t you have training every morning?” I asked, and he nodded. “Well, one beer’s not going to hurt. Seriously, get your ass over here and have a beer with me. School’s almost out, and this is the most we’ve ever talked. Crazy, right?”
After a moment’s hesitation, he stood and walked over to me. He grasped the beer, opened the bottle and sat down while drinking deeply. It was just a small two-seater sofa so with my parted thighs, my leg brushed against his.
“How about you, Miss J?”
Smiling coyly, she strode in our direction as I pulled another bottle out and opened it for her. “To hell with it. Okay.” She took the beer from my hand. Focusing on Mac, she said, “You did lock up, right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then. What’s one little drink between adults?”
As she sipped from the bottle, I happily watched on. Seeing her throat working was hot.
“Come and sit down, Miss J.”
She looked at the both of us, her eyes roaming over our bodies and the sofa. “There’s nowhere to sit.”
“Sure there is.” I indicated my lap.
“Well, okay, if you’re sure.” She took tentative steps toward me, playing the game beautifully.
Positioning herself side-on, her ass ground against my dick. Her legs faced Mac so she could watch his surprised features. I glanced between the two of them, a look of shock registering across his face. He clasped his bottom lip between his teeth before he released it and chewed the inside of his cheek. When Miss J placed her beer to her lips, I put down my empty bottle. I’d made short work of the amber liquid.
Deliberately focusing on Mac, I spoke to Miss J. “I finished my drink, Miss J. You took my last one.” I was full of it. I had three more inside my bag, but the art of seduction called for a whole range of bullshit. I was growing hornier by the minute and if Mac wasn’t there, I would’ve been buried deeply inside of her by that point. Not that I was complaining. The more I thought about sharing Miss J for that one night, the more turned on I became.
From my peripheral, my eyes firmly on Mac’s who had since turned to look at me, I saw Miss J tilt her head, taking another swig. She angled her body, once more her ass creating welcome friction in my jeans.
When her lips found mine, I opened for her, allowing her to spill the warming beer into my mouth. My eyes remained open for a few seconds, taking in Mac’s reaction. His brows raised, his pupils enlarged and his mouth gaped. Knowing he wasn’t running away, I embraced the kiss, one arm looping around her waist while the other opened a couple of buttons on her dress, spilling her tits.
When my hands cupped one of her mounds, my fingers twirling and tweaking her nipples, she groaned against my mouth. I swallowed it whole and caressed her breast and nipple firmer.
Our lips pulled apart, my hand around her waist coming to the front of her dress as I made quick work of it. It gaped open revealing one hot, naked Miss J. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her legs were partially open, allowing Mac a view of her pussy as her breasts were on display for him.
As I trailed one of my hands down to cup her sex, my eyes fixed on Mac. “Mac?” His gaze shot up from my hand just as I thrust a finger in her hot pussy. Her gasp drew his attention to my hand as it moved in time with my thrusts. “I think she needs help spreading her legs.”
Eyes on me by then, he licked his bottom lip. “Go ahead,” I added. “Her pussy is worth a look. Just wait ‘til you taste it.” There was a moment’s hesitation and I stilled my hand, my finger deep inside her soft pussy. A flicker of dread pulsed inside my gut. If he backed out, I had no idea what the fuck we would do. The moment passed and he tentatively angled himself on the sofa so he was facing my side and Miss J.
She remained eerily quiet during my instructions, no doubt watching it all unfold. The second Mac moved, I slipped a second finger into her pussy. She leaned to her side against me and moaned.
My other arm was still wrapped around her, stroking her soft skin while I reveled in the goose bumps which appeared under my touch. A grin snuck onto my lips when his hands reached out to her thighs. With his touch, Miss J bucked against my fingers. “That’s right, baby. Fuck my fingers,” I ordered around my smile.
Mac’s eyes were set on my hand as he spread her legs as wide as the sofa would allow.
“What can you see?” I removed my fingers, eliciting a frustrated groan from Miss J. My hand resting on her bare mound, I spread her lips with my fingers, revealing a clit which I was sure would be swollen.
“Fuck me,” Mac groaned. “She’s so wet. Glistening. I want to dive right in.”
“Yes!” Miss J gasped. “Do it.”
“Go ahead. Once you’ve had her, nothing will ever taste so sweet.”
There was no hesitation that time as Mac repositioned himself so his head was between her thighs. I leaned over so I could watch. As his tongue flicked out and he took his first taste, I almost shot my load at the sight. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. He sighed at the flavor, and I could relate. I remembered how sweet she tasted.
“Fuck!” One of her hands clamped onto his head and she bucked against him, riding his face. As she moved, the friction against my straining cock intensified. I needed my own cock seen to pretty quick, because there was no way I was coming in my jeans.
“I need your mouth on my cock, Miss J.”
She nodded in understanding around the O on her lips and her groan. Mac pulled away, his chin glistening in Miss J’s juices. She leaned toward him and kissed him, tasting herself. Her movement allowed me to unbuckle my belt, undo my jeans and pull them off. I yanked my tee off while I was at it, and then eased Miss J’s dress off her shoulders.
Turning to face me, she sat on the floor between my legs. My hand was on my cock, stroking while I waited for her. She took another swig of her beer before she lowered her head and dribbled over my bouncing dick once I removed my hand.
“Fuck, that’s cold.” I laughed.
Twirling her tongue around my tip, she prodded with it before licking down to my balls. She sucked them in one at a time, pulling a shudder from my body. Managing to tear my eyes away from her, I focused once more on Mac. “You’re the odd one out.” I eyed his clothes. M
iss J chose that moment to wrap her lips around me and sink down on my cock, and I reveled in the heat and wet. While it wasn’t her tight pussy, it was the second best thing. ‘Fuck, Miss J. That’s right. Perfect.” My eyes searched Mac’s once again. “When you’re ready, I have a feeling she’d suck even fucking harder if you took care of her pussy with that mouth of yours.”
He shifted to stand behind her. I expected his eyes to be planted on her ass and exposed pussy, since I knew from experience it was a beautiful sight. Instead, his gaze was intently on my own, never wavering as he stripped before me.
When his own cock sprang free, a loud groan echoed around the room. I was momentarily surprised it was actually my own. I definitely wanted his mouth on me, but looking at his impressive cock with pre-cum glistening at the end, I considered what it would feel like going down on him. What he would taste like. I licked my lips, drawing his eyes to them. That time he smirked.
Gone was the hesitant swimming star. Before me stood a man who knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. I had no doubt from his heated gaze he would be teaching me a thing or two. I expected to be scared shitless, ready to run, yet I remained on the sofa, Miss J sucking my cock hard like a Popsicle and staring at a man’s cock, wanting to deep-throat him. It was nothing I could have ever have planned for, but I savored every moment.
On his knees behind Miss J, he lowered his head and spread her legs. A guttural moan vibrated against my cock, indicating his tongue and possibly his fingers had entered her. My balls lifted higher at the vibration and I bucked against her throat, one hand clutching her head as the other fondled one of her perfect breasts.
I wanted to see more, but our position made it impossible.
Between the moans, groans and my loud breathing, I gasped out the idea forming in my head. “I need to taste you, Miss J.” A whimper escaped her full mouth in acceptance. “Let’s take it over there.” I eyed the cushions which sat to the side of the upstairs area. It was intended as a snug of sorts, a chill-out area. “You good, Mac?”
He pulled back and rose. His cock stood to attention, bobbing occasionally up and down. At least I’d have a chance to feel warmth wrap around my cock.