My one o'clock class with a group of freshmen is usually quite boring their young minds not fully in tune with the intricacies of eighteenth century authors. I usually had to lead them by the hand through the meanings of some passages in their reading assignments. But that's my job and one of the reasons I went into teaching. The class bell rang and I sent them scurrying off to do what ever it is second semester freshman do between classes. Thursday is the one day of the week that I don't have a late afternoon class and I usually spend a couple hours in my office grading papers or preparing for the next day. But I decided to lock up and blow the rest of the afternoon off.
Bills admission that he found Marsha attractive which by the way didn't surprise me, made me think that perhaps I'd stop by her shop and talk to her about a possible ménage a trois. I had totally enjoyed the one she and I shared with her lover and knew she'd enjoy one with mine.
As I walked across campus to retrieve my Volvo outside my flat Steve Kozmerl and a buddy of his came strolling from the opposite direction. His big smile acknowledging he was recalling the incredible fuck we'd had yesterday.
"Afternoon Ms. Walker." He said as they approached.
"Mr. Kozmerl." I replied almost knowing he'd have something else to say.
"A minute of your time please?" He asked.
Not wanting to be impolite I answered. "Certainly Steve."
Steve patted his friend on the back then said. "I'll catch up with you later dude." He clearly wanted our minute to be a private one.
As his buddy walked off Steve smiled at me giving his friend enough time to walk out of ear-shot of our conversation.
"What's on your mind?" I asked once we were alone.
"I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed yesterday." He commented.
I replied. "Likewise." My smile showing him I was being sincere.
Steve looked down at the ground then shyly back up at me. "I know we had an agreement and I promised but I sure wish we could do it again." He said.
I looked at him with my stern English Professor expression on my face. "Do what again?" I asked.
"You know." Steve replied.
From his body language and his shy tone of voice I almost expected him to start shrugging his shoulders moving his head from side to side and shuffling his feet. I was amazed at how this young stud had gone from an aggressive sex machine to a shy little boy in twenty four hours.
I moved close enough to him so he could smell my fragrance but not so close that we actually made body contact. Leaning my head toward his shoulder I whispered in his ear. "If you want to fuck me again you're going to have to ask me."
His eyes widened as I stepped back looking straight into his blushing face waiting for the obvious question.
"I'd love to have sex with you again." He said.
I took another step back and crossed my arms in front of me. "We had and agreement Mr. Kozmerl." I said.
"I know Ms. Walker but....." He paused as I interrupted him mid sentence.
"It's not outside the realm of possibility but you haven't asked me properly." I said.
Steve looked a bit confused as I stood there glaring at him waiting.
"Say it!" I exclaimed.
"I wanna fuck you again." He finally said his tone of voice making it sound like a question.
I toyed with him. "That wasn't very convincing." I commented.
He tried again this time with a more demanding tone of voice. "I want to fuck you!" He said emphasizing the word fuck.
"That's more like it." I answered with a smile spreading across my lips.
I reached in my purse and retrieved my cell phone. Flipping it open I said. "Give me your cell number."
As he gave me the number I programmed it into my contacts list then added the initials S K as the name.
"When....." He started to say but I interrupted him again.
My stern professor expression again appeared as I said. "When I'm good and fucking ready that's when."
I turned and started to walk away leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open. "I'll be waiting for your call." He said.
I didn't acknowledge his remark and just kept walking. What he didn't know was that I was ready right now. If I could I'd have dragged him back to my bed and fucked him until we both collapsed sexually spent and totally satisfied. But I had other plans for my young student stud first and foremost to film me sucking his hard cock until he exploded in my mouth. I'd promised Bill we'd watch that film together. Beyond that I was certain that Mr. Kozmerl could very easily be another notch in my ever increasing pillar of sexual conquests.
Twenty minutes later I pulled into a parking space outside the mall. My electric door locks had given up working months ago and as I manually locked the door I noticed a new spot of rust in the faded blue paint. Sooner or later I'd have to part with my trusted Volvo and I hoped it would be later since I had long ago gotten used to not having a car payment every month.
As I walked toward the entrance to the mall I pulled the hair tie from my pony tail and let my waist length jet black hair blow in the afternoon breeze. Malls are unique places. It seems that every store you stroll by has good looking young men working in them. Lately those men have been noticing me more when I stroll by. More than a few hurried out to the edge of their space to longingly gaze at my long hair and the shapely legs below my skirt as I moved away from their shops.
I was headed directly for Classy Lady hoping Marsha would be working this afternoon so I could talk to her about Bill's latest fantasy. I made the left turn between short display windows and paused to glance at the newest offerings of my favorite lingerie shop.
"Genevieve!" A familiar female voice called from inside the shop.
I turned to find Marsha's beaming smile as she approached me with arms extended.
We hugged briefly then she leaned back and said. "I expected I'd see you here soon."
I smiled then said. "You did?"
Marsha went on to explain. "I ran into a friend of yours the other night."
"I know Bill told me all about the boring meeting you guys got dragged to." I answered.
"Can you believe that? My asshole husband actually thought I'd be interested in his little plan for the math curriculum in the district. But I did get to meet Bill at least." Marsha said.
Marsha leaned close to me and quietly asked. "You are fucking him aren't you?"
I smiled and just shook my head yes.
She beamed at me then said. "Good cause if you aren't I will."
"What about Peter?" I asked.
"I dumped his sorry ass." She answered quite bluntly.
"Oh my gosh why?" I asked
Marsha explained. "He started talking about me leaving my hubby and running away with him. No way was I going to give up my golden ticket for his silver plated one."
"That's too bad he was a nice guy." I remarked.
"Don't you mean he was a great fuck?" Marsha said.
"That too." I said.
"Come on in and we can catch up." Marsha suggested as she gently pulled my wrist.
