Nikki and her Teacher Page 4

  He kissed a slow path up my ankle, past my knee, and up under my skirt. I shivered as I saw his head disappear under my skirt.

  He stood up and removed his suit jacket and his tie. I stood as well, and went to work on the buttons of his shirt. “It’s not fair if you have all the fun,” I told him. “This is like unwrapping a present I’ve waited my whole life for.”

  He stood still while I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and removed the white t-shirt he wore underneath. “Kick off your shoes,” I said. I unfastened his slacks and pushed them down off his feet. I knelt at his feet and took his socks off. I pressed my cheek against the bulge in his boxers. I couldn’t believe how hard he’d gotten just for me.

  I stood up, leaving his boxers in place, and stripped my top over my head. I pushed my skirt down, and stood before him in just my bra and panties.

  “You’re not on the pill, are you?” he asked gruffly.

  I shook my head. I hadn’t even considered birth control, which shows you how far gone I was. At eighteen I knew I was not ready for a baby.

  He walked to his nightstand, and removed a box. I assumed they were condoms, but in my sheltered little world, I had never even seen one. He laid the box on the pillow. I didn’t bother to look and see for sure what it was. I trusted him to take care of me.

  He walked to me and slipped a hand under my stream of blond hair to the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his. This time when he kissed me, it was more insistent. He pulled me up against him, his free hand roaming the bare skin of my back and down to my ass. He kneaded the muscles in my ass, making me moan into his mouth. He felt so good against me. I could feel his cock pushing against my bare stomach.

  I wrapped my arms around his back, my hands stroking him as his stroked me. I had no clue what I was doing as my hand went down his ass and inside his boxers to stroke it. I must have done something right, because he groaned.

  “I’m trying to go slow, Nikki. I don’t want to scare you.”

  I laughed out loud. “You’re not scaring me. You’re turning me on. I want you inside me so badly I’m ready to scream!”

  He smiled. “Don’t rush me. You’ll enjoy it more if we go slowly.”

  “I won’t if I explode first!”

  He chuckled softly. “You’re not going to explode. You’re going to enjoy yourself.”

  He unfastened my bra, and threw it behind him onto the floor. Next, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties, pushing them to the floor for me to step out of. He pushed his own boxers down to the floor, and I found my eyes drawn to his cock, jutting out from his body. I had nothing to compare it to, but it looked beautiful to me in an overlarge sort of way.

  He lifted me into his arms and gently placed me in the center of the bed, quickly following me down. I stared up at him with wide eyes, wondering what he’d do next. I wanted this. I wanted every second of this, but still, some small part of me was afraid. I’d never done this before.

  He leaned over me and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I arched into his mouth, loving the feel of him. He smoothed a hand down my body to my pussy. I spread my legs wide to allow him entry, and felt his finger glide along my clit, and then slip slowly inside my dripping wet cunt. Oh man! I loved this!

  “Oh, Bryan! That feels so good!” My voice sounded breathless. Even to my own ears I sounded sexy.

  I put my arms around him, rubbing his shoulders and his back. I tried to slip a hand down the front of him, but he caught it. “If you start touching me there, I’ll get too excited. I want this to be good for you, baby.”

  I groaned. “Just being with you like this is good for me. I love you!”

  He brushed his lips across mine, making me feel like the most loved woman alive. His hand kept moving around my pussy, sometimes sliding a finger in, sometimes playing with my clit, sometimes just moving along the edges of my pussy entrance. He was going to kill me.

  Finally he reached for the small cardboard box on the pillow beside my head. He opened it and removed a foil packet. I wanted to say, “Let me see what it looks like,” but I was afraid it would kill the mood and remind him that just a few weeks ago, I’d been his student.

  He knelt on the side of the bed and rolled the condom down over his cock. I watched carefully, knowing that I’d want to do that for him sometime soon. He moved to kneel between my spread thighs, guiding his hard prick to my pussy. It felt too good just to feel him pushing up against me. I wanted so much more.

  “Let me know if I hurt you,” he whispered tenderly. He moved inside me, sliding easily until he hit my barrier, then he pushed hard. I felt a flash of pain, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Finally he was all the way inside me. It hurt, but the very pain made it better, knowing he was inside me. I know I’m not making sense, but that’s how I felt.

  Slowly he started moving in and out of me, grunting softly every time he thrust inside. He was being so slow and tender that I wanted to scream at him to go faster. It was just too slow. I needed more.

  Finally, I said, “Bryan, I’m not going to break. Please fuck me faster!”

  His eyes widened and he picked up the pace a bit. That was what I needed. I started thrashing and moaning under him. I was so close to a climax. I could feel my whole body start to shake. It was like everything that I was centered between my legs on his cock, moving in and out of me with that steady rhythm of his.

  I let out a low scream as I felt my pussy clench around him. Suddenly he started moving even faster and quickly let out a yell of his own as he came inside me. He collapsed half on top of me for a moment, panting heavily. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I grinned. “That was the most incredible experience of my life. When can we do it again?”

  He laughed. “I need a little while to recover.” He rolled off me and walked to the rest room to dispose of the condom, I was sure.

  He came back to the bed and gathered me in his arms, holding me tight. “I’ve dreamed of doing that since the first day I saw you,” he admitted.

  I rolled to face him. “Really? How many students have you done this with?” I asked.

  He reached down and swatted my ass hard enough to make it sting. “Just one, and she’s still all sweaty from sex with me.”

  I grinned. I’d hoped he’d say that. “I hope we do this often.” I know that sometimes he was freaked out by my honesty, but hoped he’d appreciate it this time.

  He dropped a kiss onto my swollen lips. “Oh, we will. No worries there!”

  I glanced at the clock on his nightstand over his shoulder. It was already 11:00. I needed to get back so I could get a decent night’s sleep for work tomorrow. I also felt like I should be up in time for breakfast in the morning so I didn’t make Margaret worry about me. She told me I’d need to let her know if I was going to miss any meals.

  “I hate to say this, but I need to get home,” I said quietly. “I have to work tomorrow afternoon, and I’m supposed to let Margaret know in advance if I’m not going to be home or if I’m going to miss a meal.”

  He groaned. “I want to keep you here,” he said, hugging me tightly.

  I loved that he said that. He’d never really said anything affectionate like that to me before, even though I declared my love for him every ten minutes or so. “I want to stay here, but don’t feel like I can. My next full day off is Wednesday. Maybe I could stay Tuesday night?”

  He nodded. “That will work. What time do you get off work tomorrow night?”

  I sighed. “Ten. The store closes at nine, but by the time we get everything ready for Monday, it’s going to be ten.”

  He stroked my cheek. “Is there someone who gives you a ride home after work?”

  I shrugged. “I’ll just ride my bike. It’s only a five minute ride to the boarding house from the store.”

  He shook his head. “That neighborhood scares me, especially at night. I’ll drive you home after work. Do you mind walking there, or do you want me to take you to work too?”

 
I leaned forward and kissed him. “You don’t have to do that. I love that you want to, but I’ll be okay.” I didn’t want him to think that I was going to be a needy little girl. I planned to carry my own weight in this relationship.

  “I don’t think you understand. You don’t have a choice. You have a choice on whether or not I take you to work. Not on whether or not I take you home from work. I’m not risking you getting hurt.”

  I was pleased and annoyed all at the same time. He wasn’t my father and therefore had no right to order me around. I loved it that he cared enough to order me around, though.

  “You know you don’t get to order me around like you’re my dad, right?”

  It was obviously the wrong thing to say. His whole face shut down. “I may be old enough to be your father, but I certainly don’t have fatherly feelings for you. I have no desire to hear you’ve been raped or murdered, though. I don’t want you riding your bike, in that neighborhood, after dark. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

  He was right. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people caring if I live or die. I can walk to work if you’d be kind enough to take me home.”

  He rolled out of bed and slammed open a drawer, pulling on a pair of shorts. I couldn’t believe I’d ruined such a special moment by referring to our age difference. I felt terrible.

  I got out of bed and walked up behind him wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me?”

  He turned around and held me tightly. “I forgive you. It’s just that I feel like I’m doing something wrong by having a relationship with you, and you throwing it in my face like that got to me.”

  “Just like it got to me when I felt like you were trying to tell me what to do. I understand your concern, and appreciate the ride home, but you’re not going to be able to do it every day, and I’ll be okay,” I told him.

  He just hugged me tight. “I’ll be in the parking lot waiting for you at ten. What time do you work on Monday?”

  I thought about that for a minute. What time did I work on Monday? “I think I work from 4-10 again on Monday.”

  He stroked my arm as he pulled away to finish dressing. I picked up my skirt and top and started to get into them. “I thought maybe you’d want to come back here for an hour or two before going home.”

  I grinned. “I’d love to!” I really loved that he was starting to come up with ideas for us being together. Even if he only wanted me to come over so he could get his rocks off, that worked for me!

  The drive back to the boarding house was silent. I couldn’t stop thinking about how it had felt for him to be sliding in and out of me. Of course, now I was a bit sore, but I just didn’t care. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again!

  When he pulled up in front of the house, I slid across the seat and kissed him. It was a real kiss this time not just a peck on the cheek. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.”

  He groaned and pulled me closer, kissing me more passionately. “I’m going to have to go home and read another Shaina Richmond story to take care of myself!”

  I giggled. “I’ll be dreaming about you. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.”

  I slid out the door and walked up to my room. I had an honest to goodness sexual relationship going with Coach Meyers. Being an adult was great!

  *****

  I rushed out to the truck as soon as I got off work the following night. Bryan was waiting for me at the back of the parking lot, just like he had the last time. I couldn’t wait to get back to his place.

  As soon as I shut the door to the truck, he started it up and drove toward his cabin, not even waiting for me to buckle my seat belt. Someone was in a hurry.

  “How was your night?” he asked.

  “We weren’t very busy, so it was actually pretty boring. What did you do today?” I asked.

  “Oh, I’m working on writing up a whole new playbook for the football team when they come back from summer break. I’ve got some great drills planned for them that are going to make them hate me,” he said with a laugh in his voice.

  I grinned. “I guess you don’t care if the football players hate you?”

  “Not if we win the championship again,” he answered. Justice had won the state championship the last six years running. They had an incredible coach!

  I didn’t tell him that I’d never been to a football game. It would have been too weird to go there as a student with no friends to hang out with. “What are your chances at that this year?”

  “Really good! Our quarterback was awesome last year, and he was only a junior. I’m sure he’s going to be much better this year.” He pulled up in front of the cabin and we both scrambled out of the truck and to the door.

  I was wearing my typical work clothes of a white button-up shirt and a pair of Khakis. He was in shorts and a t-shirt. He unlocked the door, and let me go in first. I started stripping right away. There was no point in pretending he hadn’t brought me here to fuck my brains out. There would be some days that I’m sure I’d come over to hang out, but for now? I wanted him in me and fast!

  I tossed my shirt to the side, and pulled off my slacks. I hadn’t bothered with panties. As soon as my pants were on the floor, he pushed me over the arm of the couch. I caught myself on my hands and he nudged my feet apart with his. His hand went between my thighs, to make sure I was wet I think, and he pulled back and plunged inside me. I cried out. It was so sudden. We hadn’t even kissed. I’m not complaining, though. I loved it!

  He just held himself there inside me for a minute. It felt good to have him in me, but I needed him to move! “Fuck me hard!” I yelled out.

  He reached down and swatted my ass. Holy crap that felt good! He started to slam in and out of me. I could hear the slap of his skin against mine as he fucked me wildly. He reached around under me and pinched my nipples lightly as he kept up the rhythmic pumping into my pussy. “You’re so tight!”

  I knew I was grunting with each stroke. I was embarrassed by the sounds I made, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. He grabbed ahold of my shoulders and started pulling me back into his thrusts. “That feels so good!” I could already feel myself tightening around him. “I’m coming!”

  He started moving even faster and slammed hard a few more times before shooting his wad inside me. He stood up and walked over to collapse on the couch. His shorts were down around his ankles. He hadn’t even bothered to strip. “I needed that!” he said.

  I walked over and sank down beside him, resting my head in the curve of his shoulder. I was still wearing my bra and he was still in his t-shirt. Wow. I was shocked that we’d both been so needy.

  Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. Finally he turned to me and stroked my cheek. “I hope I didn’t scare you by going after you like that.”

  I laughed. “Did I seem scared? I loved it! I love being fucked by you!” I dropped my hand to his lap to play with his already semi-erect cock. “It feels like you’re almost ready for round two.”

  He leaned his head back on the couch and groaned as I stroked him. I’d never touched another man there, and was amazed at the feel of his dick. It was almost like a hard rod was encased in silly putty. I know that sounds stupid, but I don’t know how else to describe it! I loved how he felt under my fingers. I leaned down and touched my lips to the tip of his cock, sticking my tongue out to taste him. It was salty, but I found I didn’t mind it. I licked at the tip for a moment or two, and then kissed up and down it.

  He dug his fingers into my hair, letting me know that he liked what I was doing. I wanted to suck it, but wanted it inside me again even more. I pulled the head briefly into my mouth, sucking it, and then pulled back. How on earth did women fit the whole thing in their mouths for a blowjob? That was a lesson for another day.

  I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and guided him inside me. As I sank down to where his full length was pulsing inside me, I sighed happily. What was it about his cock that made me feel com
plete?

  I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I rocked up and down. I wanted it slow this time, and he could just deal with it.

  His hands went to the front clasp on my bra and he unfastened it, throwing it to the floor. I was totally nude now, but he still wore his shirt and shorts down around his ankles. And we were fucking for the second time. Whoa.

  He cupped my tits in both hands, squeezing them as I moved over him. He thrust slowly up inside me. I could feel my whole body starting to shake. I was getting so close. I liked being on top, because of how deeply he went inside me, but I liked it better when he was in control of our fucking.

  My body shook, almost like I was having convulsions, as I reached my orgasm. I screamed out, loving that I could make as much noise as I needed to make here. I collapsed on top of him, unable to keep going, utterly spent and exhausted.