“No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you’re
doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are
you busy right now?”
“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just
planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.
She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off
collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of
coffee at Perkins ™.”
“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out
of shape students?”
“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have
a cup with you.”
I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can
stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the
juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it
worth it for you to keep reading.
It is short and he is tall, and the contortions he goes through to soak
his hair are amusing to watch. I don't understand why he doesn't simply
bend his knees, but I decide not to bother suggesting that. Instead I
get down on my knees and kiss his cock. I pay it some friendly attention
for a few moments, then stand up again. "Okay. I wash you now." I pick
up the bar of soap and run it over his chest, then change my mind. "No.
Turn around. Your back first." He turns, and I begin by soaping his
shoulders. I lather his long, pale back, then each of his arms. I soap
his sides and his hips. One soapy hand casually kneads his ass, first
just the plump flesh of his buttocks, then between them. "Yeah" he says.
This is a sure-fire way to get to him, and I know it. Know it, and I love
it. In our short time together, I have learned of many things that he
can't resist, but this one is absolutely undeniable. "Oh, stick a finger
in me" he requests. I'm getting used to this. I comply, and enjoy how
hot it gets him. He reaches behind him and finds my tenderest spot.