University Confessions: A Professor drama, you know. Thought I might as well stop by.”
What he had for a kitchen table was like a card table – she shuffled over to sit down as he walked over and grabbed a beer and sat it in front of her.
“All right,” he said. That usually ended these things – but he saw she was pondering, fighting, and enduring the idiocies of human whatnots. It was a show he’d seen many times before.
“I’m just pissed,” she said, shrugging, “I’ll get over it.”
And, a little too father like for his taste he answered, “Okay, but this has something to do with the two of you, right? So are you jealous and pissed or just pissed.”
“Just pissed,” she remarked – the honesty latent in the powerful anger she dispelled saying it. “Both at him and myself for this. And the fact I’ve let him leak back into things when he’s so immature I can’t deal with this. I’ll cut my losses and run but, god; it really is so damn frustrating.”
In about ten minutes the conversation went from how bad Adi was doing to laughter and a few more beers. The television murmured while the evening sun got blotted by running storm clouds that moved in, fickle and drizzling to a very heavy, steady tumble.
Jeffery and Adi moved into the living room, chatting it up. Four years – he thought, looking at her short brown hair, long eyelashes and the immature light pink eye-shadow draped with a haughty woman’s smoky edge. She was pretty in the light cast off by a nuisance television. Thin lips, tiny mouth and perfect teeth up against a well angled jaw, long neck and shoulders that showed she was not a princess but a woman with strength, lean, thick but still feminine at the collar bone.
The alcohol tipped him a little into over-observation. The conversation particularly useless witty pulls and commentary marveling at nothings. When the non-awkward space of silence fell in with a few more beers Adi was asleep on the couch.
He felt no urge to wake her up and watched the play-by-plays of sports overviews, chucked at a few idiotic comments. Somewhere in the sprig of alcohol, TV and the sound of Adi’s slow breathing the darkness landed over Jeffery and he too fell asleep.
A Saturday morning alarm went off that was not his own, a cell phone in Adi’s bag was ringing with some obnoxious force. It took him two seconds to find it after he bolted up and another ten to make it stop.
Adi was full güvenilir bahis force asleep still when he came around to find her, head on the middle couch cushion, sprawled out listlessly.
“Hey, Adi… Kid-o, wake up.”
An early morning noise broke the girl’s unconsciousness and she shuddered and looked up, “Oh god…”
“Yeah, one too many?”
“Mhmm…Lager’s too heavy for me,” she grunted.
“Heh.”
“Ha-ha, super funny,” she drawled.
“Hey, you want me to run you home quick?”
“Sure.”
She half got up from the couch when an ankle went and Jeffery had maybe a fraction of a second to really move. He caught her around the waist and it would have been fine but, maybe it was the booze, maybe it was just touching her that made him overstep and the two of them ended up on the floor. Adi managed to land with Jeffery craning one arm around her frame, both hands on his chest, and a definite sense of, “Uh-Oh” pitched into the air.
For Adi it had been the worst possible choice of drink but the lager soon fell heavy and she’d always been able to drink a lot – and the morning rise was so painful. It was, however when she fell that she felt her stomach fully revolt. The horror of falling on top of someone you crushed on for four years is, well, mind-boggling.
The two of them were deadlocked and trying to stand up meant vomiting over Jeffery or on him – and staying put meant cuddling with a professor.
Out of some shameful feeling vomiting might be inappropriate she groaned, pained, and relinquished.
Jeffery was in utter shock of how they got here and he heard her make a noise no man, in no world, ever wanted to hear. But a man, single as he was, pitched against a twenty two year old he adored who just groaned was probably a highly volatile situation.
His pants agreed and gave the sprigs of warning that, “We have lift off, Houston.” And he grunted himself trying to break free of this tangled mess of awkwardness.
Adi quickly noticed that something was amiss and her face went bright red when she felt what just happened. Her heart rate escalated, her stomach literally overturned, the beer made it almost impossible for her to move as it had thrown over her stomach and she, in some dull frustration grabbed his shirt which at that moment one of them was going to give…
Either Jeffery was going to move or Adi was – and one of the two of them had a bodily function güvenilir bahis siteleri that needed execution.
It was Jeffery, at the very tangible, desperate grasp Adi made, that he made the first move – the boldest, brazen move of his life. He grabbed her and kissed her. At first Adi was relieved he hadn’t moved anymore – and then the horror, thrill, violation and overturning of her stomach. But like some minor relief she was suddenly on her back, okay, fine and Jeffery was on top of her with his tongue half way to the back of her tonsils.
It felt marvelous, hot and active – the simple act of kissing was one of her favorites. And he went full force at her since she hadn’t broken it yet either. He was great at it, big shoulders laying in over her frame. They fenced tongues for half a second, moaned and she crinkled a little bit feeling the butterflies cool off her stomach and a new ache appear stretching from her nipples to her neither regions.
Any teenager knows it and any woman finds a way to feed it – and like an answer Jeffery complied by settling his weight right there.
Like that the kiss was broken and Adi opened her eyes and let out an earth shattering moan and her fingers knotted up in his shirt, nipples went instantly hard.
Jeffery had no idea where he was really. The blood left his brain and the function all of a sudden reverted – a libido jolt stole it like it can any man of any level of wisdom. He wasn’t powerless but her outcry made the difficulty in decision precise. He was separated by a few layers of fabric from all that reigned supreme in his world – a little girl, a girl a fraction of his age but one steeped in everything he was.
It was wrong, part of him uttered. Wrong why? Because this was taken advantage of a girl still – someone so shaped by him his doing this could now destroy their relationship, the foundation of it, the very bridge they’d rode across carefully as mentor and student was being gapped by a carnal desire.
The reality was that Adi, however, wasn’t stupid to it – she’d know this, fantasized about it, loved it, thrilled it and kept it even amidst their controlled relationship. She was okay with it.
Jeffery was going to bail; she could feel it in her guts. He had approached too fast and too hard in a situation too random. Like the tidal wave of a woman she was she rose her head up kissed him in compliance yet again and bucked iddaa siteleri her hips against his. An arm rose around his neck and she practically purred underneath him. A second later she broke away, writhed under him while she clung to him and said, very fast and very simply,
“I will let you do this so long as you know two this: One, this does not change our relationship unless we say it does and two, unless you promise to do it again.”
Somewhere, somehow the good angel of intentions got kicked off Jeffery’s shoulder at the motion of this girl, her hips, kisses, and words. He growled in utter, total frustration and pinned her there, “Agreed.”
Like that she felt the long skirt she wore was pulled down passed her knees and he moved just enough to undo his jeans and pull them down. It was completely unceremonious and totally desperate for her.
He kissed her, sucked on her lip and put his weight down right on top of her so she could feel it and in the heat of the moment they didn’t care – she spread her legs out and he fell into place – no protection, no worries, heated writhing, hands up her shirt feeling, turning her nipples, molding her breasts.
And like a hot knife in butter he drove his steel hard rod into her. She let out a screaming yes as the penetration hit home, rubbing her clit on the way in. She kicked off the skirt and panties to wrap her legs around his body. He had enough leverage that he hit her home every time, banging with the weight of a big man and a girth she’d never felt before. Her eyes lulled into the back of her head, her body not stopping to reply by squirming under him, bucking back and her entire slicked pussy clamping down on him raw.
Jeffery grunted every time, eyes rolling as he kissed her pulled and found her body so utterly intriguing. It was hot, it was wicked and it was probably wrong somewhere in this world – but it meant everything to him.
She meant everything to him, and vise versa.
He stuffed her with sheer force, growling into high wails and screams, cries that echoed and thumped on the apartment floor for a good twenty minutes of sheer bliss and then like a criminal the two of them, backs arched, came. She felt it go first, the point of no return and a sudden jerk of her inner muscles contracting around his all ready stretching cock. She clamped down on him so god damn hard he felt himself shudder as he buried himself, head to her cervix.
Like he hadn’t had sex in years it felt he dropped off into jets of cum that blasted against her. She felt it and he grunted seven times as he pumped seven streaks of himself down deep inside her and compiled on top of her body.