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The warm summer breeze ruffled Renee’s hair and the faint sounds of music came from the ballroom as she stood on the balcony overlooking the lake. She was so close to graduation, but she had no idea what she wanted to do after college, perhaps she would go back to get a doctorate.
"Bored?" The voice startled her and she whirled to see who was finishing her thoughts. Prof. Franklin stood quite near, all 6'1" of him - - his blue eyes wrinkling into his smile. He was holding out a glass of champagne. "I saw you sneak out here. It's a beautiful night, and an even more beautiful view, don't you think?" She nodded in agreement, more than a little annoyed at his sudden intrusion, and then turned away from him again to resume her quiet reverie.
“I'm unsure what I can accomplish out there in the world" she confesses to him
"You are the best student in my class" he told her moving toward the balcony. She sighs and places her hands on the railing
“Who's going to Notice me” she whispered under her breath. Prof. Franklin stared at her for a moment. The way she carried herself: her dress, her hair - perfect. His eyes drank in her every move, and he had to concentrate at times to keep his body from overreacting and betraying his thoughts. Leaning against the granite of the balcony in the soft bluish moonlight. Her beautiful shoulders were framed perfectly by the dress she'd chosen. Her graceful neck and perfect earlobes beckoned him as well. In the subtle nighttime glow, he could see the softness of her flawless skin and smell her perfume wafting in the air around him. He quickly stuttered a
"I noticed you since the first time you walked into my class" as he held the glass of champagne out to her once again, and this time she took it from him, her hand grazing his lightly.
"Thank you," she said, and turned back to the view. He cleared his throat, and, almost like a teenager asking his father for the first time to borrow the family car, he stammered, “there is one thing I've been dying to ask you..."
"Okay... " she responded, turning seductively toward him, carefully placing the delicate glass champagne flute on the granite planter next to her. He stepped forward boldly, taking her into his arms "... would you care to dance with me?" Her arms automatically went to his broad shoulders, and she threw her head back, her laughter lilting across the terrace.
"I don't think it will be appropriate" and she melted against him, sliding her hand into his as they began to glide across the marbled floor.
“It's just a dance” he said, breathing deeply of her scent. Renee looked around to see that most of the world had already been vacated, Only a few stragglers remain. The soft music from the DJ encompassed the room. Stepping closer, his hips moved into hers and one of her knees found its way between his. She looked up at him, placing her hand on top of his shoulder. The dance went on with very little conversation. Renee looked over his shoulder, glancing at the door. darted her eyes toward the bar.
"Looking for someone?" he asked.
"Yea but, she's not here." Renee replied.
"who?" he asked, smiling.
"Kari, she was my run home!" she said quickly, looking over toward the tables. The music picked up and the dance floor began to flood with more people. Pushing and nudging, people moved past them as she felt her body bump up against The professor. Her stomach tight against his, he grabbed Renee's hip, bracing her so she wouldn't fall any further.
"Oh sorry!" a woman said behind her as she felt her foot ache.
"No problem." Renee turned back to Prof. Franklin and smiled. Her eyes widened when his hands Left her hips, and traced her elbows, and the back of her arms, reaching her shoulders. She knew she was getting into the music. Without a word, she began to move with him. Turning her head slightly, feeling his cheek against hers. Her hands flat to his thighs, feeling his hand brush her hair to the side. The sexy music played by the DJ fed her excitement with each movement against him. His hand reached around, Touching the small of her back, holding her tightly, pressed against him.
"You look so amazing" he said, his breath deeper into her ear.
"I’m Still your student" she said. Prof. Franklin did not say a word till Renee lightly pulled away from him
“Whats wrong?” he asked and she took a step back.
"It's a little stuffy in here. I'm going to go outside and get some air." she said, smiling at him, slowly walking toward the door. The professor watched as she reached the front door, stepping out onto the sidewalk.
“Dammit, Kari” She said to herself as she continued to walk. It was pitch black outside, on a warm summer night. The cars were at a slow crawl, going down the street in front of the Graduation building. Car horns went off now and then and Renee saw a girl, hanging out the window of a truck, yelling and waving her hand. A couple guys, stood on the sidewalk, waving back at her. Some people still in line outside, waited to Leave the festivities. She walked across the crosswalk. Suddenly a voice shouted from the small red car. It was Prof. Franklin.
"Renee were you going?" He asked inquisitively. "home" she answered as she continued walking down the street. The professor pulled over and got out of his car. He sprinted towards her and stopped her. "Ms. Bratcher if I offended you I'm sorry" he sincerely meant it. Renee felt horrible
“No, I’m sorry. Me and my boyfriend recently broke up and I still trying to get over it, Kari was the one who talked me into going to this graduation, then she ditched me."
“I see” He answered “How far is your house from here?"
“10 or 11 miles, she was my ride" To her shock her blood pressure ran hot as Mr. Franklin lightly touched her wrist "I'll give you a ride" Renee nodded and thanked him. As he opened the car or for her and she slid inside a part of her dress slid up revealing her thighs. She quickly pulled the fabric down but not before catching a glimpse of her professors eyes that stared directly at them. A million things swirled through her head. All the way home she kept her hands in her lap and watched out the window of the car at the scenery skirting by. He tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn't interested... she merely moped and answered him in short, cryptic sentences.
They arrived at her home, and he walked her to the door. "I'm sorry about earlier," she said” He smiled, "Look at me." She did, and her blush told him exactly what he needed to know. “It was a wonderful time. I just hope you realize feel special you are” he told her with a smile.
“Good night Prof” Renee said Slowly closing her door.
Two months has passed since then, Renee had started working at a archiving facility, thanks to Prof. Franklin's recommendation.The to have kept in touch regularly going on lunch dates since they work in the same building. The professor considered her a very close friend. After work late one night he offered to make them both dinner at his place and to his surprise she agreed. After dinner the two of them moved into the living room to watch a movie. He'd spent the evening admiring her in her shorts and t-shirt. Then, as he settled into his recliner with the remote in hand, she came over to stand by him, the long-braided pigtails of her hair hanging down.
"It's a little cold in here can I sit with you?" She asked.
"Of course," he smiled. As she climbed into his lap, her body nestling against him, he wrapped one arm around her so his hand rested innocently on her hip. She laid her head near his shoulder and he inhaled the sweet aroma of her hair mixed with a faint perfume. She settled her legs down along his, her toes resting on the recliner's footrest next to his feet. The movie started and after a few minutes she shifted in his lap, turning a little more to the side which meant one of her breasts was pressing firmly against him. Suddenly he found it difficult to focus on the movie as thoughts and ideas, mixed with images of that movie, flooded his mind. Lost in his mental torment he failed to realize how his body was responding until Renee shifted in his lap. With a start he realized his shaft had been growing within his slacks. In fact, she had shifted so that his growing Erection was nestled between her cheeks.
The thought of it sent another rush of blood surging to his thickening shaft. Yet he sat unmoving . . . frozen. His mind raced with options, thinking about ways to turn her face to his and press his lips to hers. He could also bring his hand up from her hip to cup her breast, or drop his other hand onto her thigh, stretching his fingers between her legs. But he did none of them. He was too nervous . . . too scared. fearing the damage to their relationship. So he sat there, trying desperately to focus on the movie, breathing a sigh of relief when the credits finally began to roll.
"Would you ride home" he announced Looking at his clock which said 11:47pm
"I guess so" To the professor she sounded almost disappointed. His mind groaned as she pulled herself from his lap, giving him an excellent view of her ass. Turning around she looked down at him for a moment, her gaze wavering as she nibbled on her lip, thinking.
"Um, Prof....?" She whispered.
"I told you to stop all me that" He laughed. Then held his breath, waiting . . .
"Um... uh... It's kinda late and I'll feel bad for you to be absolutely. Is there way that I can stay here tonight?"," she stammered,
“Of course. I have a spare bedroom across from mine. on your right” He replied. Renee half smile and bit her lip as if she wanted to say something but walked away down the hall instead, Entering the bedroom
“I'll be up for a while longer if you need me!.. Prof." She told him as he lean over the chair to see her staring at him before she closed the door. He silently cussed in frustration. Once he heard her bedroom door click shut he headed for his own room. Changing into pajama bottoms and no shirt, he stared at himself in his bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth.
"What the fuck?" He asked his reflection after rinsing. "Why didn't you make a move?" Standing there, the memory of her ass shifting atop him as she snuggled back against him made him throb angrily. He was determined to act before he could lose his courage. He stalked from the bathroom and past his bed, toward his door. Still a part of him hoped for a miracle . . . hoped that when he opened his bedroom door he'd find Renee standing on the other side, about to knock, like in some of those movies he'd watched. But when he pulled the door open all he found was an empty hall. Stepping into it he saw a dim light coming from under her bedroom door.
"Renee?" He rapped lightly on her door.
"Come in," she answered. With his heart racing, he opened the door and stepped through into her bedroom. She was laying in her bed, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, a magazine held loose in one hand at her side. She was looking at him. A sheet covered her from the waist down and above it she wore a light-blue babydoll top with little bows tying the center shut. It was so sheer he could clearly see the curvature of her breasts. The image stunned him . . . made him freeze just a few steps into the room.
"Prof.?"
"Um, yea. Um," he stammered, forcing his legs to carry him further into the room. Reaching her bedside he struggled to not stare at her flimsily-covered breasts. "I um... I, um, wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yes?" She replied he forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Finding it difficult to meet her gaze, and not stare at her breasts, he sat down beside her on the bed, hoping the new angle would make it easier. It didn't. It just made it easier to see the darker shading of her areola against the soft flesh tone of her luscious mounds.
“I think I'm in love with you” In the silence that followed his mind screamed for him to do something. Taking another steadying breath, he reached over with his free hand and rested it on the sheet covering her hip. Her eyes closed and her hand and fingers moved and tensed on his forearm.
"I know" she said slightly, her eyes opening. “I’m in love with you too” she confesses.
"Don't stop" She tells them looking at his hand. he slid his it upward, off the sheet, to cuff her side through the flimsy babydoll. He rubbed at her though the top, his fingers tensing.
"Make love to me?" She exhaled softly. He continued massaging her side, his hand shifting back and forth, fingers lightly squeezing. A quiet sigh slipped past her lips as her eyes closed again.
“I've been in love with you before graduation” He told her as her breathing Started growing shallow. He could see her nipples starting to swell, the little buds growing under the soft blue of her babydoll and she brought her free hand up to kind of cover her mouth to further mute her quiet sighs.
"Mr. Franklin!" she moaned without opening her eyes, she nodded meekly. Gazing at her beautiful breasts under the soft blue top made him want to cup and fondle them . . . to take them in his hands and maul their pliant flesh. But he held himself in check . . . for the moment. Caressing her side for another minute he slowly slid his hand inward and slipped it under the loose flap of her top. As his fingers gently pressed at her tummy her she quivered.
"Ooh," she sighed, her eyes opening, filled with a smoldering desire. Again he lingered where he was, his hand on her tummy, fingers lightly pressing. He felt her body quiver again and again and watched her nipples stiffen more, the little spires starting to poke at the flimsy top. Her own fingers tensed on his forearm, nails scratching lightly. "Don't stop." she breathed, her eyes closing again as her fingers gripped his forearm, holding it securely. Her allowance of what was to come made his him pulse excitedly. He spent a moment tracing the bottom edge of her breasts with his fingertips. Then he drew his hand out from under the top and slowly undid the ribbons holding it closed. Undoing the last one he let the top fall open, completely revealing his Former students luscious breasts. They quivered ever so slightly with her labored breaths . . . firm . . . full . . . tantalizing. Delicate mounds of soft flesh topped by swelling dark spires.
"So beautiful," he sighed appreciatively. He brought both hands up and gently caressed the twin mounds before cupping them and squeezing with his fingers.
"Ooh," she sighed, her head rolling back slightly as the hand that'd been on his arm dropped onto his thigh, her fingers scratching at his pajamas.
Holding his fingers squeezing gently, he swiped his thumb back and forth across her swollen nipples several times. He traced their edges . . . pressed at them. Then he slid his hands atop her mounds to flatten the engorged buds under his palms as his fingers molded and plied. Shifting his hands again he took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger to give it several tweaks, before cupping and manipulating her breasts some more. His attentions caused her nipples to harden into swollen little spikes of lust atop her milky mounds.
"Oh Franklin," Renee mewed. He smiled at the sound of his name to her lips. Renee's sighs were gradually turning into needy whimpers, the hand at her mouth muffling them slightly. Her other hand moved to his inner thigh and her scratching fingers stretched out toward his crotch. After a few minutes he leaned down to bring his mouth just above one swollen nipple as he shifted his hand to hold the breast steady. Flicking his tongue out he swiped it across the bud.
"Ooh," she gasped. He did this a few more times, eliciting more mews from her. Then he ran the tip of his tongue around the nipple's edge before dropping his mouth atop it, suckling lovingly. she whimpered, her back arching slightly, offering herself to him. After a minute he switched to suckle at the other for a time. Then switched back. All the while his cock throbbed vigorously within his clothes, growing . . . stiffening. Beneath him, her body started to squirm and roll upon the bed, her whimpers being muffled by her hand. The other had managed to find the monster within his pajamas and she tried to wrap her tensing fingers around it. When he did pull away and straighten up he raised his gaze to her face. Her head had lulled to one side, but now she turned to meet his gaze from under heavy lids. Holding her gaze, he broke the eye contact to gaze at what he'd uncovered. What he saw took his breath away. Her legs were spread open slightly. Her panties matched the babydoll top, sheer and light blue. Through them he could easily see her center with its thin layer of hairs covering her.
“I need you” he said Resting his hand on her inner thigh he slid it back and forth, caressing her flesh, his fingers pressing gently. Gradually his hand neared her, his fingers slipping up to dance across the flesh of her inner thigh's. Her hips rolled upon the bed, lifting and shifting herself toward his hand. He traced her flesh along the edge of her panties for a moment then slipped two fingers under that edge and to her wetness. He pressed them into her slit, searching out her opening.
"yes," she whimpered, her hips jerking, lifting herself off the bed and to his touch.
"You're so wet," he breathed, rolling his fingertips through her juices. “Is this what your professor does to you” He says lustfully
"Yes, oh god yes," she whispered. His eyes shooting up to her face. She was staring at him. As he gazed at her, her words echoed in is mind and a thunderous lust surged through him, making his cock throb under her hand so angrily he feared it would rip through his clothing. In that moment one fingertip forced her walls apart and sunk into her to the second knuckle.
"Ooh," she mewed, her hips jerking again as her eyes closed.
"I've dreamed about this" he moaned, his tone thick with lust for her . . . for his beautiful Student. Pulling his fingers away, he brought his other hand down and grabbed the panties' waistband with both hands. Renee brought her legs together and lifted her ass off the bed. As he jerked the panties down her legs and off, he stood up and tossed them aside. Freed, her legs fell open again, wider this time as she spread herself for him. Uncovered, her pussy glistened, her fine hairs dewy with her juices. Between her swollen clit her slit shimmered pink and inviting. She was staring up at him, watching his expression as he admired her beautiful body. The hand that'd been on his thigh now dangled over the edge of the bed.
Climbing between her spread legs, he cuffed the hollows of her inner thighs, thumbs stretching out to pull her wetness apart. Looking through the tops of his eyes he saw her watching him as he lowered his mouth near her clit, his senses filled by the sweet aroma of her arousal. Hovering an inch or so from her, he stuck out his tongue and dipped it into her slit at the bottom. Then he slowly drew it upward . . . brushing past her opening . . . swiping across her clit.
"Oh yes," her eyes closing, her head rolling back. Continuing to gaze up along her body, he licked her pussy again and again, swiping his tongue up and down along her slit, relishing the taste of her. During each trip he paused at her opening, massaging it, pressing at the center. And at every apex he lapped at her clit, making it swell and poke out from under its hood more and more. "Ooh. Oh God yes," she whimpered and her body squirming before him. Her legs shifted upon the bed, scissoring further open and rolling her hips, pushing herself at his tongue. Her tummy trembling. Her panting breaths and her head lulled to the side, her hands now Clinching the covers as she attempted to quite her gasps of pleasure.
Again and again he licked her pussy, his tongue swirling through her slit as it grew wetter and wetter. Setting the tip at her opening he pressed, forcing her walls slightly apart so he could massage their inner edges. Then he swiped upward to lap at her clit several times, rolling his tongue over and around the engorged love button. Renee’s hips started jerking excitedly and her muscles started spasming. Recognizing the signs of her nearing orgasm, he focused on her clit, covering it with his mouth and suckling while rapidly lapping at it with his tongue. Her body started arching off the bed, her hips twisting before him and forcing him to wrap one arm around her thigh to hold her steady enough that he could maintain contact.
"Oh Prof.," she whimpered. Sliding his free hand inward he dipped his thumb into her slit to gently massage and press at her opening. Her walls parted again and the thick digit penetrated her to the first knuckle. "mmmm!" She cried, her orgasm exploding inside her. Her muscles locked, her head snapping back as her back arched off the bed. Both of her hands were clawing and pulling the sheets. Her body twisted and writhed, her tits rolling and jiggling upon her chest. Her pussy clenched around his thumb, squeezing it instinctively. Her antics made him tighten his hold on her thigh as he continued loving her clit. “Fuck…..," she gasped and cried, her body spasming with the orgasm. “Shitttt” she moaned. Eventually her climax began to subside. Her body softened, floated back down to settle on the bed. Loosening his hold on her leg he withdrew his thumb as his tongue slipped back down through her slit to lick her orgasmic juices. Panting and whimpering, she trembled with an aftershock.
As he half-lay, half-knelt between her legs, his cock throbbed angrily, wanting satisfaction . . . needing to feel her pussy wrapped around it. Pulling away, he wiped the excess juices from around his mouth then slid off the bed and stood up. As he shoved his pajamas and shorts down, his cock sprang free to stand out rigidly, its head shiny with precum. Stepping out of his clothing he gazed down at Renee; she lay splayed out upon the bed. He climbed onto the bed. Moved up between her legs and up along her body until his rigid shaft hung inches from her pussy. Holding himself up on one hand he reached between them to take himself in hand. Guiding his cock to her he lowered his hips and set the tip between her glistening wet lips.
"Mmm," she quietly whimpered. “I thought this in class” she confesses He slowly applied pressure. Her walls parted, allowing him to enter. She might have been wet but she was still fresh extremely tight. So much so that he could only get a couple inches into her at first.
"Oh God," he groaned, reveling in the feel of her walls hugging him so snugly.
"Do it," she sighed from Under him, her hips rolling ever so slightly. Pulling back a little, he pressed forward again. This time he got a couple more inches of himself inside her before being stopped. His hand came away to help hold him above her.
"Mmm," she moaned. He pulled back again, careful to stop with his head still in her wetness. Pressing forward he slid a little more of himself into her. The next time he pulled back and pressed forward his entire length slid deep inside her. "yes," she gasped, her hips rising to press herself against him. Grinding against her, he leaned down and kissed her, pressing his lips firmly to hers. She responded eagerly, parting her lips to allow his tongue to delve into her mouth. He ground himself against her, reveling in the feel of her pussy grasping his cock. Continuing to kiss her, he drew his hips back, extracting inches of himself from her velvety folds. Then he slowly sank back into her. "You're so thick," she said as his full length once more filled her pussy. He slowly pulled back . . . slid forward . . . pulled back. He humped his hips at her methodically, pumping his shaft in and out of her pussy while kissing her again and again. As his measured pace gradually increased her own hips started in matching rhythm, rising to meet his deliberate thrusts. Once he'd reached a steady, leisurely pace he broke their kiss to pull back and gaze down on her.
“Make me come around you" she panted as her lithe body rocked beneath him.
"Oh, Renee, you are so beautiful," he moaned, his rhythm building as he looked down to watch his rigid shaft Penetrate her again and again. His thick shaft shimmered with her juices and her shiny pussy-lips clung to him hungrily. "Oh yea. Oh fuck yea," he groaned, his hips thrusting faster . . . harder. In and out he pumped . . . sliding his cock deep into her over and over . . . filling her . . . stuffing her.
"Oh yes, Prof.. Ooh yes," she raised herself to him, sliding her pussy onto his cock as much as he slid himself into her. Her impassioned whimpers mixed with her lustful expression and the image of her body rocking beneath him, her tits swaying more and more as their rhythmic pace increased, stoked his lust. He slide his fingers between her folds. He captured her clit between them and rubbed the swollen nub at the same fast pace of his thrusting. The orgasm ripped through her. She screamed and pounded her palm against the bed as her body bucked wildly.
“Here” she moaned as she Grabbed his hand and started sucking on his thumb, matching the right force of suction to his rhythmic pumping. Prof. Franklin look a little startled at first but gave in rather quickly as Renee started licking her tongue like it was his shaft, The ironic display made him swell towards orgasm. His breath was ragged; his moans barely escaping his lips. She knew it was only a matter of moments. When she felt his thickness start to throb uncontrollably, she knew he was there, and his dick surged and shot forth beautiful hot cream. Her eyes widen at the thought that she may not be able to hold it all inside. She watched her professors shoulder muscles tense as he continued to slide inside her. "I... I think were done" she moans as he looks down at her.
"You want me to stop?" he asked and Renee's body to trade her as she grabbed his hips "no... I'm so close" she confessed as he continued deepening his thrust. Renee could not stop moaning. “I'm so wet" she moaned as her professor pulled out and started sliding his shaft along her swollen clit. She could feel her body start to swell again as she came hard from his shaft moving alone side her clit.
“I love you” she moaned as he kissed her lips.
"Bored?" The voice startled her and she whirled to see who was finishing her thoughts. Prof. Franklin stood quite near, all 6'1" of him - - his blue eyes wrinkling into his smile. He was holding out a glass of champagne. "I saw you sneak out here. It's a beautiful night, and an even more beautiful view, don't you think?" She nodded in agreement, more than a little annoyed at his sudden intrusion, and then turned away from him again to resume her quiet reverie.
“I'm unsure what I can accomplish out there in the world" she confesses to him
"You are the best student in my class" he told her moving toward the balcony. She sighs and places her hands on the railing
“Who's going to Notice me” she whispered under her breath. Prof. Franklin stared at her for a moment. The way she carried herself: her dress, her hair - perfect. His eyes drank in her every move, and he had to concentrate at times to keep his body from overreacting and betraying his thoughts. Leaning against the granite of the balcony in the soft bluish moonlight. Her beautiful shoulders were framed perfectly by the dress she'd chosen. Her graceful neck and perfect earlobes beckoned him as well. In the subtle nighttime glow, he could see the softness of her flawless skin and smell her perfume wafting in the air around him. He quickly stuttered a
"I noticed you since the first time you walked into my class" as he held the glass of champagne out to her once again, and this time she took it from him, her hand grazing his lightly.
"Thank you," she said, and turned back to the view. He cleared his throat, and, almost like a teenager asking his father for the first time to borrow the family car, he stammered, “there is one thing I've been dying to ask you..."
"Okay... " she responded, turning seductively toward him, carefully placing the delicate glass champagne flute on the granite planter next to her. He stepped forward boldly, taking her into his arms "... would you care to dance with me?" Her arms automatically went to his broad shoulders, and she threw her head back, her laughter lilting across the terrace.
"I don't think it will be appropriate" and she melted against him, sliding her hand into his as they began to glide across the marbled floor.
“It's just a dance” he said, breathing deeply of her scent. Renee looked around to see that most of the world had already been vacated, Only a few stragglers remain. The soft music from the DJ encompassed the room. Stepping closer, his hips moved into hers and one of her knees found its way between his. She looked up at him, placing her hand on top of his shoulder. The dance went on with very little conversation. Renee looked over his shoulder, glancing at the door. darted her eyes toward the bar.
"Looking for someone?" he asked.
"Yea but, she's not here." Renee replied.
"who?" he asked, smiling.
"Kari, she was my run home!" she said quickly, looking over toward the tables. The music picked up and the dance floor began to flood with more people. Pushing and nudging, people moved past them as she felt her body bump up against The professor. Her stomach tight against his, he grabbed Renee's hip, bracing her so she wouldn't fall any further.
"Oh sorry!" a woman said behind her as she felt her foot ache.
"No problem." Renee turned back to Prof. Franklin and smiled. Her eyes widened when his hands Left her hips, and traced her elbows, and the back of her arms, reaching her shoulders. She knew she was getting into the music. Without a word, she began to move with him. Turning her head slightly, feeling his cheek against hers. Her hands flat to his thighs, feeling his hand brush her hair to the side. The sexy music played by the DJ fed her excitement with each movement against him. His hand reached around, Touching the small of her back, holding her tightly, pressed against him.
"You look so amazing" he said, his breath deeper into her ear.
"I’m Still your student" she said. Prof. Franklin did not say a word till Renee lightly pulled away from him
“Whats wrong?” he asked and she took a step back.
"It's a little stuffy in here. I'm going to go outside and get some air." she said, smiling at him, slowly walking toward the door. The professor watched as she reached the front door, stepping out onto the sidewalk.
“Dammit, Kari” She said to herself as she continued to walk. It was pitch black outside, on a warm summer night. The cars were at a slow crawl, going down the street in front of the Graduation building. Car horns went off now and then and Renee saw a girl, hanging out the window of a truck, yelling and waving her hand. A couple guys, stood on the sidewalk, waving back at her. Some people still in line outside, waited to Leave the festivities. She walked across the crosswalk. Suddenly a voice shouted from the small red car. It was Prof. Franklin.
"Renee were you going?" He asked inquisitively. "home" she answered as she continued walking down the street. The professor pulled over and got out of his car. He sprinted towards her and stopped her. "Ms. Bratcher if I offended you I'm sorry" he sincerely meant it. Renee felt horrible
“No, I’m sorry. Me and my boyfriend recently broke up and I still trying to get over it, Kari was the one who talked me into going to this graduation, then she ditched me."
“I see” He answered “How far is your house from here?"
“10 or 11 miles, she was my ride" To her shock her blood pressure ran hot as Mr. Franklin lightly touched her wrist "I'll give you a ride" Renee nodded and thanked him. As he opened the car or for her and she slid inside a part of her dress slid up revealing her thighs. She quickly pulled the fabric down but not before catching a glimpse of her professors eyes that stared directly at them. A million things swirled through her head. All the way home she kept her hands in her lap and watched out the window of the car at the scenery skirting by. He tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn't interested... she merely moped and answered him in short, cryptic sentences.
They arrived at her home, and he walked her to the door. "I'm sorry about earlier," she said” He smiled, "Look at me." She did, and her blush told him exactly what he needed to know. “It was a wonderful time. I just hope you realize feel special you are” he told her with a smile.
“Good night Prof” Renee said Slowly closing her door.
Two months has passed since then, Renee had started working at a archiving facility, thanks to Prof. Franklin's recommendation.The to have kept in touch regularly going on lunch dates since they work in the same building. The professor considered her a very close friend. After work late one night he offered to make them both dinner at his place and to his surprise she agreed. After dinner the two of them moved into the living room to watch a movie. He'd spent the evening admiring her in her shorts and t-shirt. Then, as he settled into his recliner with the remote in hand, she came over to stand by him, the long-braided pigtails of her hair hanging down.
"It's a little cold in here can I sit with you?" She asked.
"Of course," he smiled. As she climbed into his lap, her body nestling against him, he wrapped one arm around her so his hand rested innocently on her hip. She laid her head near his shoulder and he inhaled the sweet aroma of her hair mixed with a faint perfume. She settled her legs down along his, her toes resting on the recliner's footrest next to his feet. The movie started and after a few minutes she shifted in his lap, turning a little more to the side which meant one of her breasts was pressing firmly against him. Suddenly he found it difficult to focus on the movie as thoughts and ideas, mixed with images of that movie, flooded his mind. Lost in his mental torment he failed to realize how his body was responding until Renee shifted in his lap. With a start he realized his shaft had been growing within his slacks. In fact, she had shifted so that his growing Erection was nestled between her cheeks.
The thought of it sent another rush of blood surging to his thickening shaft. Yet he sat unmoving . . . frozen. His mind raced with options, thinking about ways to turn her face to his and press his lips to hers. He could also bring his hand up from her hip to cup her breast, or drop his other hand onto her thigh, stretching his fingers between her legs. But he did none of them. He was too nervous . . . too scared. fearing the damage to their relationship. So he sat there, trying desperately to focus on the movie, breathing a sigh of relief when the credits finally began to roll.
"Would you ride home" he announced Looking at his clock which said 11:47pm
"I guess so" To the professor she sounded almost disappointed. His mind groaned as she pulled herself from his lap, giving him an excellent view of her ass. Turning around she looked down at him for a moment, her gaze wavering as she nibbled on her lip, thinking.
"Um, Prof....?" She whispered.
"I told you to stop all me that" He laughed. Then held his breath, waiting . . .
"Um... uh... It's kinda late and I'll feel bad for you to be absolutely. Is there way that I can stay here tonight?"," she stammered,
“Of course. I have a spare bedroom across from mine. on your right” He replied. Renee half smile and bit her lip as if she wanted to say something but walked away down the hall instead, Entering the bedroom
“I'll be up for a while longer if you need me!.. Prof." She told him as he lean over the chair to see her staring at him before she closed the door. He silently cussed in frustration. Once he heard her bedroom door click shut he headed for his own room. Changing into pajama bottoms and no shirt, he stared at himself in his bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth.
"What the fuck?" He asked his reflection after rinsing. "Why didn't you make a move?" Standing there, the memory of her ass shifting atop him as she snuggled back against him made him throb angrily. He was determined to act before he could lose his courage. He stalked from the bathroom and past his bed, toward his door. Still a part of him hoped for a miracle . . . hoped that when he opened his bedroom door he'd find Renee standing on the other side, about to knock, like in some of those movies he'd watched. But when he pulled the door open all he found was an empty hall. Stepping into it he saw a dim light coming from under her bedroom door.
"Renee?" He rapped lightly on her door.
"Come in," she answered. With his heart racing, he opened the door and stepped through into her bedroom. She was laying in her bed, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, a magazine held loose in one hand at her side. She was looking at him. A sheet covered her from the waist down and above it she wore a light-blue babydoll top with little bows tying the center shut. It was so sheer he could clearly see the curvature of her breasts. The image stunned him . . . made him freeze just a few steps into the room.
"Prof.?"
"Um, yea. Um," he stammered, forcing his legs to carry him further into the room. Reaching her bedside he struggled to not stare at her flimsily-covered breasts. "I um... I, um, wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yes?" She replied he forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Finding it difficult to meet her gaze, and not stare at her breasts, he sat down beside her on the bed, hoping the new angle would make it easier. It didn't. It just made it easier to see the darker shading of her areola against the soft flesh tone of her luscious mounds.
“I think I'm in love with you” In the silence that followed his mind screamed for him to do something. Taking another steadying breath, he reached over with his free hand and rested it on the sheet covering her hip. Her eyes closed and her hand and fingers moved and tensed on his forearm.
"I know" she said slightly, her eyes opening. “I’m in love with you too” she confesses.
"Don't stop" She tells them looking at his hand. he slid his it upward, off the sheet, to cuff her side through the flimsy babydoll. He rubbed at her though the top, his fingers tensing.
"Make love to me?" She exhaled softly. He continued massaging her side, his hand shifting back and forth, fingers lightly squeezing. A quiet sigh slipped past her lips as her eyes closed again.
“I've been in love with you before graduation” He told her as her breathing Started growing shallow. He could see her nipples starting to swell, the little buds growing under the soft blue of her babydoll and she brought her free hand up to kind of cover her mouth to further mute her quiet sighs.
"Mr. Franklin!" she moaned without opening her eyes, she nodded meekly. Gazing at her beautiful breasts under the soft blue top made him want to cup and fondle them . . . to take them in his hands and maul their pliant flesh. But he held himself in check . . . for the moment. Caressing her side for another minute he slowly slid his hand inward and slipped it under the loose flap of her top. As his fingers gently pressed at her tummy her she quivered.
"Ooh," she sighed, her eyes opening, filled with a smoldering desire. Again he lingered where he was, his hand on her tummy, fingers lightly pressing. He felt her body quiver again and again and watched her nipples stiffen more, the little spires starting to poke at the flimsy top. Her own fingers tensed on his forearm, nails scratching lightly. "Don't stop." she breathed, her eyes closing again as her fingers gripped his forearm, holding it securely. Her allowance of what was to come made his him pulse excitedly. He spent a moment tracing the bottom edge of her breasts with his fingertips. Then he drew his hand out from under the top and slowly undid the ribbons holding it closed. Undoing the last one he let the top fall open, completely revealing his Former students luscious breasts. They quivered ever so slightly with her labored breaths . . . firm . . . full . . . tantalizing. Delicate mounds of soft flesh topped by swelling dark spires.
"So beautiful," he sighed appreciatively. He brought both hands up and gently caressed the twin mounds before cupping them and squeezing with his fingers.
"Ooh," she sighed, her head rolling back slightly as the hand that'd been on his arm dropped onto his thigh, her fingers scratching at his pajamas.
Holding his fingers squeezing gently, he swiped his thumb back and forth across her swollen nipples several times. He traced their edges . . . pressed at them. Then he slid his hands atop her mounds to flatten the engorged buds under his palms as his fingers molded and plied. Shifting his hands again he took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger to give it several tweaks, before cupping and manipulating her breasts some more. His attentions caused her nipples to harden into swollen little spikes of lust atop her milky mounds.
"Oh Franklin," Renee mewed. He smiled at the sound of his name to her lips. Renee's sighs were gradually turning into needy whimpers, the hand at her mouth muffling them slightly. Her other hand moved to his inner thigh and her scratching fingers stretched out toward his crotch. After a few minutes he leaned down to bring his mouth just above one swollen nipple as he shifted his hand to hold the breast steady. Flicking his tongue out he swiped it across the bud.
"Ooh," she gasped. He did this a few more times, eliciting more mews from her. Then he ran the tip of his tongue around the nipple's edge before dropping his mouth atop it, suckling lovingly. she whimpered, her back arching slightly, offering herself to him. After a minute he switched to suckle at the other for a time. Then switched back. All the while his cock throbbed vigorously within his clothes, growing . . . stiffening. Beneath him, her body started to squirm and roll upon the bed, her whimpers being muffled by her hand. The other had managed to find the monster within his pajamas and she tried to wrap her tensing fingers around it. When he did pull away and straighten up he raised his gaze to her face. Her head had lulled to one side, but now she turned to meet his gaze from under heavy lids. Holding her gaze, he broke the eye contact to gaze at what he'd uncovered. What he saw took his breath away. Her legs were spread open slightly. Her panties matched the babydoll top, sheer and light blue. Through them he could easily see her center with its thin layer of hairs covering her.
“I need you” he said Resting his hand on her inner thigh he slid it back and forth, caressing her flesh, his fingers pressing gently. Gradually his hand neared her, his fingers slipping up to dance across the flesh of her inner thigh's. Her hips rolled upon the bed, lifting and shifting herself toward his hand. He traced her flesh along the edge of her panties for a moment then slipped two fingers under that edge and to her wetness. He pressed them into her slit, searching out her opening.
"yes," she whimpered, her hips jerking, lifting herself off the bed and to his touch.
"You're so wet," he breathed, rolling his fingertips through her juices. “Is this what your professor does to you” He says lustfully
"Yes, oh god yes," she whispered. His eyes shooting up to her face. She was staring at him. As he gazed at her, her words echoed in is mind and a thunderous lust surged through him, making his cock throb under her hand so angrily he feared it would rip through his clothing. In that moment one fingertip forced her walls apart and sunk into her to the second knuckle.
"Ooh," she mewed, her hips jerking again as her eyes closed.
"I've dreamed about this" he moaned, his tone thick with lust for her . . . for his beautiful Student. Pulling his fingers away, he brought his other hand down and grabbed the panties' waistband with both hands. Renee brought her legs together and lifted her ass off the bed. As he jerked the panties down her legs and off, he stood up and tossed them aside. Freed, her legs fell open again, wider this time as she spread herself for him. Uncovered, her pussy glistened, her fine hairs dewy with her juices. Between her swollen clit her slit shimmered pink and inviting. She was staring up at him, watching his expression as he admired her beautiful body. The hand that'd been on his thigh now dangled over the edge of the bed.
Climbing between her spread legs, he cuffed the hollows of her inner thighs, thumbs stretching out to pull her wetness apart. Looking through the tops of his eyes he saw her watching him as he lowered his mouth near her clit, his senses filled by the sweet aroma of her arousal. Hovering an inch or so from her, he stuck out his tongue and dipped it into her slit at the bottom. Then he slowly drew it upward . . . brushing past her opening . . . swiping across her clit.
"Oh yes," her eyes closing, her head rolling back. Continuing to gaze up along her body, he licked her pussy again and again, swiping his tongue up and down along her slit, relishing the taste of her. During each trip he paused at her opening, massaging it, pressing at the center. And at every apex he lapped at her clit, making it swell and poke out from under its hood more and more. "Ooh. Oh God yes," she whimpered and her body squirming before him. Her legs shifted upon the bed, scissoring further open and rolling her hips, pushing herself at his tongue. Her tummy trembling. Her panting breaths and her head lulled to the side, her hands now Clinching the covers as she attempted to quite her gasps of pleasure.
Again and again he licked her pussy, his tongue swirling through her slit as it grew wetter and wetter. Setting the tip at her opening he pressed, forcing her walls slightly apart so he could massage their inner edges. Then he swiped upward to lap at her clit several times, rolling his tongue over and around the engorged love button. Renee’s hips started jerking excitedly and her muscles started spasming. Recognizing the signs of her nearing orgasm, he focused on her clit, covering it with his mouth and suckling while rapidly lapping at it with his tongue. Her body started arching off the bed, her hips twisting before him and forcing him to wrap one arm around her thigh to hold her steady enough that he could maintain contact.
"Oh Prof.," she whimpered. Sliding his free hand inward he dipped his thumb into her slit to gently massage and press at her opening. Her walls parted again and the thick digit penetrated her to the first knuckle. "mmmm!" She cried, her orgasm exploding inside her. Her muscles locked, her head snapping back as her back arched off the bed. Both of her hands were clawing and pulling the sheets. Her body twisted and writhed, her tits rolling and jiggling upon her chest. Her pussy clenched around his thumb, squeezing it instinctively. Her antics made him tighten his hold on her thigh as he continued loving her clit. “Fuck…..," she gasped and cried, her body spasming with the orgasm. “Shitttt” she moaned. Eventually her climax began to subside. Her body softened, floated back down to settle on the bed. Loosening his hold on her leg he withdrew his thumb as his tongue slipped back down through her slit to lick her orgasmic juices. Panting and whimpering, she trembled with an aftershock.
As he half-lay, half-knelt between her legs, his cock throbbed angrily, wanting satisfaction . . . needing to feel her pussy wrapped around it. Pulling away, he wiped the excess juices from around his mouth then slid off the bed and stood up. As he shoved his pajamas and shorts down, his cock sprang free to stand out rigidly, its head shiny with precum. Stepping out of his clothing he gazed down at Renee; she lay splayed out upon the bed. He climbed onto the bed. Moved up between her legs and up along her body until his rigid shaft hung inches from her pussy. Holding himself up on one hand he reached between them to take himself in hand. Guiding his cock to her he lowered his hips and set the tip between her glistening wet lips.
"Mmm," she quietly whimpered. “I thought this in class” she confesses He slowly applied pressure. Her walls parted, allowing him to enter. She might have been wet but she was still fresh extremely tight. So much so that he could only get a couple inches into her at first.
"Oh God," he groaned, reveling in the feel of her walls hugging him so snugly.
"Do it," she sighed from Under him, her hips rolling ever so slightly. Pulling back a little, he pressed forward again. This time he got a couple more inches of himself inside her before being stopped. His hand came away to help hold him above her.
"Mmm," she moaned. He pulled back again, careful to stop with his head still in her wetness. Pressing forward he slid a little more of himself into her. The next time he pulled back and pressed forward his entire length slid deep inside her. "yes," she gasped, her hips rising to press herself against him. Grinding against her, he leaned down and kissed her, pressing his lips firmly to hers. She responded eagerly, parting her lips to allow his tongue to delve into her mouth. He ground himself against her, reveling in the feel of her pussy grasping his cock. Continuing to kiss her, he drew his hips back, extracting inches of himself from her velvety folds. Then he slowly sank back into her. "You're so thick," she said as his full length once more filled her pussy. He slowly pulled back . . . slid forward . . . pulled back. He humped his hips at her methodically, pumping his shaft in and out of her pussy while kissing her again and again. As his measured pace gradually increased her own hips started in matching rhythm, rising to meet his deliberate thrusts. Once he'd reached a steady, leisurely pace he broke their kiss to pull back and gaze down on her.
“Make me come around you" she panted as her lithe body rocked beneath him.
"Oh, Renee, you are so beautiful," he moaned, his rhythm building as he looked down to watch his rigid shaft Penetrate her again and again. His thick shaft shimmered with her juices and her shiny pussy-lips clung to him hungrily. "Oh yea. Oh fuck yea," he groaned, his hips thrusting faster . . . harder. In and out he pumped . . . sliding his cock deep into her over and over . . . filling her . . . stuffing her.
"Oh yes, Prof.. Ooh yes," she raised herself to him, sliding her pussy onto his cock as much as he slid himself into her. Her impassioned whimpers mixed with her lustful expression and the image of her body rocking beneath him, her tits swaying more and more as their rhythmic pace increased, stoked his lust. He slide his fingers between her folds. He captured her clit between them and rubbed the swollen nub at the same fast pace of his thrusting. The orgasm ripped through her. She screamed and pounded her palm against the bed as her body bucked wildly.
“Here” she moaned as she Grabbed his hand and started sucking on his thumb, matching the right force of suction to his rhythmic pumping. Prof. Franklin look a little startled at first but gave in rather quickly as Renee started licking her tongue like it was his shaft, The ironic display made him swell towards orgasm. His breath was ragged; his moans barely escaping his lips. She knew it was only a matter of moments. When she felt his thickness start to throb uncontrollably, she knew he was there, and his dick surged and shot forth beautiful hot cream. Her eyes widen at the thought that she may not be able to hold it all inside. She watched her professors shoulder muscles tense as he continued to slide inside her. "I... I think were done" she moans as he looks down at her.
"You want me to stop?" he asked and Renee's body to trade her as she grabbed his hips "no... I'm so close" she confessed as he continued deepening his thrust. Renee could not stop moaning. “I'm so wet" she moaned as her professor pulled out and started sliding his shaft along her swollen clit. She could feel her body start to swell again as she came hard from his shaft moving alone side her clit.
“I love you” she moaned as he kissed her lips.
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