The next day Kevin caught my eye after class. He was confident, non-confrontational. "Are you ready to become my lover?"
I hadn't expected him to be this direct. My cunt heated up. I did want it, but was I? I loved sex with him. I didn't say yes or no, which he couldn't help notice, but asked, "How would we explain it to my daughter?"
"Are you sure she'd object?" he quipped and instantly noted the stern look of disapproval on my face. This was not something I was willing to joke about.
"Sorry. We're working on it."
I wasn't sure what that meant, but took the opportunity to change the subject. When I asked him about the river clean up project he gave me a quick report, noting how hard Julie had worked.
* * * *
The next weeks were pleasant, if uneventful. Teaching was going well; I received praise from both the students and administration. I also had to acknowledge that Kevin was good for Julie. He treated her with respect, she was getting excellent grades, and her social life was intense and rewarding. Her friendship with Ivy paralleled mine with her mother, Diane. I came to accept the fact that I had a thing for a student who also happened to be my daughter's boyfriend. I incorporated my desire for him into my truncated sex life. When she came home from a date, glowing with sexual satisfaction, I headed for the shower, where I brought myself off while fantasizing about Kevin. Outside of my encounters with Kevin, this was, in fact, the most satisfactory sex I had in years. Sex with my husband, when it happened, was desultory.
* * * *
The school was holding a rally for our girl's soccer team, which was scheduled to leave for the state championship tournament. Julie was set to speak. I was in the office adjoining my classroom trying to finish grading some papers before I went to the presentation.
What I was really doing was gently touching my breasts and daydreaming about Kevin and I in bed together. I looked out my window; the main building was all but abandoned and, I thought, why the heck not. I pushed a finger past my panties into my vagina. I was slippery wet. It felt good. I had plenty of time, the rally was only just beginning. Then I saw Julie and Kevin sneak out of the gym's back door, holding hands. They must be headed for a quick liaison; the thought of it drove up the temperature between my legs.
I had two fingers buried in my cunt and one working my clit when my classroom door open. Startled and a bit frightened, I pulled my hand from my crotch, waddled to my office door, and cracked it open. Julie and Kevin were locked in a deep sensual kiss. Thoughts flashed through my mind: where had she gotten a key, what was the last time my husband kissed me like that (I think never), and damn, those two are sexy together. By the time I focused on what I should have been doing, getting the kids out of my classroom, several minutes had elapsed. It would be impossible to explain my delay.
So I watched. Kevin sat on the counter that ran along the back of the room. He was facing my direction; his pants were at his ankles. He and Julie, whose back was to me, were kissing, their lips and tongues frantically working against each other. She fisted his erection. Pre-cum dripped from its tip. Their stifled moans signaled the intensity of their arousal.
Julie finally broke the contact and checked the wall clock.
"We better hurry."
She took his erection in her mouth. She was a woman on a mission. She displayed no subtle technique designed to slowly bring her man along. One hand rolled his balls between her fingers, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft, twisting. Her mouth was awe-inspiring. She bobbed up and down, swallowing about four inches and then spitting out all but the head, where she paused, licked, sucked, before swallowing his cock. Her cheeks and tongue moved with passionate intensity.
My hand was buried between my legs, my fingers squeezing my love-bud.
Under this kind of assault Kevin couldn't last long. He placed his hands on her head, affirming but not guiding her motions, his body tightened, and he shot his cum into her mouth, accompanied by a single deep grunt, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH." She continued sucking and swallowing until she ingested every drop. She let the shrinking thing fall from his mouth.
His face full of appreciation he said, "Babe, that was amazing."
I could only see the back of her head, but her voice was light, happy. "Thanks, anytime, but remember, you owe me one. Gotta go and practice my remarks." She kissed him on the lips, said, "See ya' soon," and disappeared out the door.
Kevin sat there, contentment evident on his face. I withdrew my hand from my cunt, thinking would you please hurry up and leave, I am so fucking horny and I need to finish.
Then he said, "Don't worry Mrs. Huff, she didn't see you." He jumped from the counter and ambled towards me, his face bearing the happy lazy look of a man who had just had his dick sucked.
I backed into my office. He looked over at the clock. "I was hoping we'd catch you in here. It was some turn-on, having you watch. Don't worry, we have enough time for you and Julie's speech. On your desk, panties off, please."
There was no resistance in me. I sat on my desk, took off my heels and panties, spread my legs, and trying to keep the plaintive tone out of my voice, said, "Please Kevin, I'm so horny."
He pulled up a chair and massaged and kissed each foot, sucked my toes into his mouth, running his teeth along their pads, and slid my heels back on. He lightly stroked my exposed beaver, bringing a groan from me that was a synthesis of need and pleasure. He sank a finger into me, coated it with my juice, and stood, pulling me forward. He held the finger between us; he licked up one side and I the other. We exchanged a soul-searching mind-bending kiss. I slumped back to the desk, holding myself up on my forearms. He sat down.
"Please Kevin, please."
Instead of attacking my vagina, which was wet, swollen, and desperate, he kissed my left knee and then moved up, nibbling and nipping the inside of my leg. By the time he got to the top of my thigh I was moaning; there was a direct connection between it and the quivering walls of my vagina. I was shaking, his mouth was millimeters from my snatch, and then he switched to my right knee, which he kissed and then nibbled his way north, closing in on my snatch. I laid back on my desk. Sexual satisfaction and frustration merged in my groans.
And then, with me laying spread eagled on my desk, my whimperings aching with need, he returned to my left knee, repeating the process. It felt like my vagina was growing, spreading down my thighs. I could not stand any more delay. When he reached the top I grabbed his head. "Please god, I need it now."
Kevin listened to his teacher. He hovered over my bush, enjoying the smell of my arousal, and blew a stream of air over it.
"Oooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
