Quickies

Laurie kept working between my legs, licking up the flooding river of Matt’s cum from my throbbing clit as fast as he could shoot it.

On the screen, the narrator continued, “Masturbation is a natural part of human sexuality, and nothing to be ashamed of…”

Maybe so, but I flushed with embarrassment now in the aftermath. I found my panties under the desk, pulled my jeans on as quickly as I could, while Matt and Laurie zipped and straightened. I kept glancing at the door, but it never opened.

When I was fully dressed again, I shouldered my backpack, still tasting Laurie in my mouth, and turned to face them.

“Wanna go out to lunch?” Laurie suggested, holding her hand out to me.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the credits on the screen. “I guess… it’s over.”

“The video? Feh!” Matt grinned as we fell into a formation as we walked, me between the two of them. “Too bad someone wasn’t taping us.”

“Thank god they weren’t!” I gasped.

“Oh come on, Frannie. You know it was good.” Laurie laughed at my shocked expression. “Now that’s what I call Human Sexuality 101!”

Learning Experience

She actually had to fight the urge to call him Mr. Edwards, even now. His house wasn’t anything like she had expected-his wife must have done all the decorating-

everything matched, seemed to have its own place, and had a subtle but unmistakable Asian design influence. The Mr. Edwards she had known- hell, Cassie, call him Rick already, would you?

 — was scattered, forgot papers he’d already graded at home, and rarely wore matching socks. Granted, the mismatch was subtle and hard to see unless you were in direct light-a dark brown and a navy blue, maybe-but it was just a part of the whole picture that made up her junior year English teacher’s persona.

Standing in his kitchen, leaning against the counter and drinking wine out of a glass just like a grown-up-twenty-eight was grown-up enough, she insisted to herself-

she watched him fixing a shrimp stir-fry for the two of them, and noticed with amusement that he was barefoot. That solved the mismatched sock problem entirely, didn’t it?

“You’re sure about your…I mean, that we have the house to ourselves?” Cassie asked for probably the tenth time in a week. Was she nervous about his wife coming home and discovering them? Did 11th grade girls get crushes on their cute English teachers? Which was to say-hell yes.

“I told you,” he said, turning off the flame on the gas stove and tipping the Wok toward the plates he’d already mounded with wild rice. “We have an arrangement.” She couldn’t imagine any woman leaving for the weekend so her husband could have an affair with a former student-although she was pretty sure Mrs. Edwards had no idea about the latter, even if she was aware of the former. But she wasn’t in her mid- fifties and hadn’t been married for twenty years either. In fact, she’d never been married-although that one romance out of college had been a close call.

“It smells delicious.” She moved toward him, breathing deep. He’d always bragged about his cooking-of course, he’d bragged about a lot, she remembered-but apparently in the cooking arena, there had been more truth than bluster to it. They’d always gone out somewhere to eat, but tonight, their first real “overnight” together, he’d insisted on cooking. Her stomach felt tight, but she knew it wasn’t just hunger. His hand slipped behind her as he pulled her closer, putting the pan down on the stove before his mouth captured hers.

I’m kissing my high school English teacher. It was the thought that still came first, even after they’d been doing this, what, a month or more now? His mouth was soft, open, a little too eager. She pressed both her hands to his chest-he was incredibly tall, but she was just a little over five foot. He’d told her he liked small girls. She’d seen his wife-a pretty, Asian woman, even shorter than Cassie-and she believed him.

“I’m hungry,” she murmured as his hands groped their way down to the seat of her jeans, lifting her toward his mouth again.

“So am I.” His tongue probed this time, sending shivers through her, making her nipples hard under her blouse. When he got a good grip on the back of her thighs, he pulled her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, putting them on more even playing field, so to speak. But now, she was at his whim, and she had a feeling she knew where this was heading.