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Late the next afternoon Teresa and Melanie met for a drink at a neighborhood bistro. The place was practically empty since lunch was long over and dinner was still an hour or so away. They found a table in the back for maximum privacy. They started off with small talk.

“How’s my favorite niece doing?” Melanie asked.

Teresa said her daughter was doing fine. She was getting good grades in school and was at dance class and wouldn’t be home till later. She asked how Melanie’s daughter was doing.

“Oh, Lisa is doing well. She’s not-quite-sixteen going on thirty. She’s already bugging me about a car. Has boys climbing all over her.”

A waitress brought a carafe of wine to their table and poured two glasses. Then they got down to business.

“Okay, Sis, let’s have it. What’s on your mind?” Melanie asked.

Teresa took a deep breath. “Oh God, where to start?” she said, and took a sip of wine. “A couple of things.”

“Spit it out, girlfriend.”

“Henry’s cheating on me.”

“Oh no, is he screwing co-eds again?” Melanie blurted.

Teresa nodded. “I think so.”

“You think so? Do you have proof?”

“No. But I’m pretty sure.”

“How did you find out?”

“That’s the other problem.”

“What’s the other problem?”

“Do you remember my student, Milo? You met him when I was in the hospital.”

“Sure,” Melanie said. “The Adonis who wants to get in your pants.”

“You were right. He’s the one who told me.”

“Oh God, are you screwing Milo?”

“No. Not really.”

“Not really? What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know. Not yet, anyway.”

“Teresa, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

They each took a mouthful of wine. Teresa took a deep breath and told Melanie the whole story. All about how good of a writer he is and how she encouraged him and he decided to major in English because of her and how this semester with each assignment his writing had become bolder and racier and more improper. There was the biography of her where he knew so much about her, even the tattoo on her ass, and then the paper about ‘Love’ when he wrote about having an erection and fondling himself during her class. He came on to her in the cafe. And then there was this last paper, his ‘masterpiece’ he called it, that really went over the line where he described in detail what he would do to her in bed.

“I came in my pants when I finished reading it,” Teresa said.

“Holy shit, are you kidding me?” Melanie said. “Are you sure you’re not fucking him?”

Teresa shook her head. “I’m not.”

She reached down to her bag on the floor, pulled out Milo’s masterpiece and handed it to Melanie.

“Check this out,” Teresa said. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

----

She came back from the bathroom and Melanie was thoroughly engrossed. Teresa sipped her wine and waited while Melanie continued reading, listening to her sister say ‘Holy Shit’ or ‘Oh My God’ under her breath a half a dozen times. When she finished she put down the folder and took a slug of her wine.

“Phew,” she said, fanning her brow with her hand. “I need some air. This kid is not only gorgeous, but he can write! This is hot stuff.”

“I know. See my dilemma?”

“I think so. You know he’s a real talent so you don’t want to report him and mess up his life. And because you’re thinking about fucking him.”

With a tired smile, Teresa shook her head. “Leave it to you to just lay it all out there.”

“That’s why you called me, isn’t it?”

“I guess so. Thanks.”

“So what are you going to do?” Melanie said.

“I’m not sure,” she shrugged. “I don’t know whether I should turn him in or suck his cock.”

Melanie grinned. “I’d put my money on the latter.”

----

The next time Milo went to her class, he could tell that Teresa was not herself. She seemed nervous and distracted. She stammered here and there, cleared her throat a lot and lost her train of thought a couple times. When the class ended, the students got up to leave, and when he approached the front of the room, she called to him.

“Milo, may I speak to you for a moment?”

Oh shit, here it comes, he thought. He walked up to her desk. He whiffed her luscious scent.

“Could you come to my office tomorrow afternoon? We need to talk.”

“Uh, okay, sure. Am I going to get kicked out of school? Because if I am, I’ll make it easy on you and just quit. I don’t want to put you in a bad position.”

Teresa smiled softly. “Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?”

They would meet in her office at two o’clock.

----

When Teresa got to her house after picking up her daughter, Henry was already home. This was very unusual. He never came home early. To her, this was just more evidence that he was fooling around on her. Dinner was uneventful and the conversation was stilted and almost nonexistent.

After cleaning up the kitchen, they sat and watched TV for a while until it was time for her daughter to go to bed. Soon thereafter Henry tried to seduce her but Teresa blew him off. She had papers to grade.

Later when she climbed into bed, Henry was snoring to beat the band. Teresa lay there for some time, unable to sleep. Her mind was racing. She was thinking about her cheating husband. She was thinking about Milo’s paper and its graphic descriptions and the orgasm it had given her. And she was thinking about Milo.

----

Milo had no idea what to expect from his meeting with Teresa. The smile she gave him when he mentioned getting kicked out seemed tired, like maybe she was in a tough spot and wrestling with a tough decision. He knew he’d been pushing his writing to the edge in his papers but he felt Teresa would appreciate his fearlessness. He also knew the last one was probably going too far as he was writing it, but he didn’t care. It all had flowed through him effortlessly and with such intensity, he couldn’t stop.

When he arrived at her office, the door was open and Teresa was standing at the window looking out at the bright, sunny afternoon. Milo knocked on the door jamb, ‘shave-and-a-haircut, two-bits’. She turned to face him. Her blond hair was tied back and she was wearing her blue and white sundress and gold chain, which he thought was a good omen. She was bra-less too, he noticed. The thin cotton was hung-up on her right nipple.

“Hello, Milo, please come in. And shut the door, please.”

Milo stepped into her office and closed the door behind him. He took a step closer. She made no effort to sit down so neither did he.

“You look great. I like what you’re wearing,” he said.

“Thank you. I thought you would,” she said, and smiled. “Milo, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Okay,” he said.

“You are a very talented writer, but you’ve put me in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. From now on, when you write your papers, play it straight, okay? No more pushing the envelope. No more innuendo or erotica. Will you promise me that?”

“Sure, I can do that. I can try, anyway. But you are my muse, and please know I didn’t set out to write things to upset you or to go over the line. It just seemed to come from somewhere else, through me and onto the paper.”

“Well, please try to control yourself. Because it’s a fine line and you’ve probably crossed it. I don’t want to get into trouble. And I don’t want you to get into trouble. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because this has not been easy for me. Reading your last paper, I didn’t know whether I was obligated to call administration and turn you in, or…” She paused for a moment.

“Turn me on?” Milo said nervously. Their eyes were glued.

“Yeah,” Teresa sighed. “Something like that.”

Milo inched closer. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly traced them down both of her arms until he was holding her hands. Their fingers enmeshed and she squeezed his hands tight.

“God, it feels so good to touch you,” he said. “I want to kiss you.”

She didn’t say anything, she just peered into his eyes and waited. She nodded ever-so-slightly.

Their mouths were melded in a nanosecond. Lips apart, tongues flying, saliva oozing from the corners of their mouths. Hands wandered over heads and hair and necks and backs and asses. They kissed and groped for a couple minutes. Milo was hard and Teresa was wet.

“Where is your apartment?” she asked, breathing hard.

“Half a block from the campus gate,” he replied. “A five-minute walk.”

“Is it clean?"

“Yes,” he said. “I’ve had it ready for you for some time.”

“Is it private? Will we be alone?”

“Yes,” he guessed. “My roommate is a cook at some frat. He’s almost never there.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” They detached and she picked up her bag.

Her nipples looked like Brazil nuts poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Milo grabbed her hand and started to pull her along. Teresa wiggled out of his grip.

“No,” she said. “You go on. I’ll follow.”

And so they did.

----

The door of Milo’s apartment clicked shut behind them. They stood facing each other and both broke into smiles. Teresa put her bag on the floor next to a chair.

“So,” she said. “Here we are.”

“Yep,” he replied. “Here we are.”

“This is our secret, right?”

“Right.”

“Good,” Teresa said, and stepped into his arms.

They kissed, gently at first, but it soon escalated into an aggressive mouth-fuck. Their tongues resumed what they’d started in Teresa’s office and their bodies soon were plastered together and their hands roamed over hot fresh flesh. Milo felt her hands on the nape of his neck and lower back and slipping under his shirt. He had one hand on the back of her head and eased the other up under the hem of her dress and gripped her bare ass for the first time. His cock hardened and he pulled her tight against his body so she’d feel it.

“You kiss very well for a nineteen-year-old,” Teresa said, when at last their faces parted.

“I’ll be twenty the end of next month.”

“Are you going to show me your bedroom?”

“Oh yes, sorry. Come on, it’s over here.” Milo took her hand and led the way. She didn’t pull her hand away this time.

The room was small, but big enough for a dresser, a small desk and chair and a frameless double bed, the box spring and mattress sitting right on the wood floor. Good enough for what we’re about to do, Teresa thought.

She started unbuttoning Milo’s shirt from the top down, then took it off and draped it over the back of the chair. She traced her fingers over the bare skin of his shoulders and chest and nipples.

“So, Milo,” she said softly. “Are we going to follow the script the way you wrote it? Or can we improvise?”

“Let’s improvise.”

“Okay, good,” she said. “Because I would like to pick it up right where you left off.”

She pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat on it in front of him. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wore no underwear. She pulled his pants down and his cock jumped out. It was beautiful, she thought. Long and thick, like a fresh cucumber ready to eat, and it stuck out like a sturdy tree branch from his trunk. He was shaved, not a nub of pubic hair. She licked her lips, then the tip if it. She took the big boy into her mouth.

Milo was standing with his pants bunched on the floor at his feet, and Teresa was seated before him sucking his cock. The thought of it blew his mind. Here I am, he thought, standing here, and this beautiful older woman has my dick in her mouth. He had one hand on her shoulder and fondled her ponytail with the other. Then Teresa reached behind her head and removed her scrunchy, her wild, frizzy tresses fell loose, and his cock never came out of her mouth.

When her hair fell loose, Teresa cut loose. She put her hands on his ass and clenched it with a rabid force and pulled it to her and sucked his cock with the strength of a leech on steroids. Milo meshed his fingers into her foxy locks and he held her head and swung his cock into her. Little by little more and more found its way into her mouth and soon she had just about all of it deep into her throat.

Teresa gagged slightly but didn’t stop; in fact, she stepped it up a notch. Milo was amazed as he looked down at her head bobbing to and fro, the whole length of his cock disappearing into her mouth and reemerging, again and again, increasing speed as they went. He held her head and fucked her face and he tried not to wince when her teeth scraped the sensitive skin of his cock, but he knew that was his fault, not hers, because he was slinging it pretty good.

Teresa half-hummed, half-moaned as she sucked, and it sent a buzz through Milo’s pecker. It must have awakened a whole school of his spermatozoa because his balls knotted into little fists and squeezed and he felt his cum roil and start to rise. Two semesters and a summer’s worth of his bottled-up love were about to spill out of him.

Teresa heard it coming before she tasted it. Milo groaned deeply and dug his fingertips into her scalp. She backed off and let half his cock out of her mouth a split second before his lower body did a half-buckle and she felt the first stream fly into her throat. Three, four, five more ropes of his cum followed, each slightly less explosive than the last.

When Milo’s body finally stopped vibrating, Teresa removed his cock from her mouth. She casually stood up and put the chair back under the desk.

“Holy hell, Teresa, that was incredible. I’ve never come like that!”

She smiled. Most of his sperm was now in her stomach but there were remnants left behind. She wiped a wad off of her chin and put it into her mouth.

“Hmm, that’s a lot of cum,” she said. She kissed him and slid her tongue all over his so he could taste himself.

She walked around the bed and kicked off her sandals. Then she effortlessly and without timidity unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, and hung it on a hanger from the top of the closet door. Milo feasted his eyes on her body, naked except for a thin gold chain around her neck and a gold stud in her navel.

And a skimpy red thong.

“I’ll let you take this off for me,” she said softly, slipping her fingers under the fabric, touching her sex.

She lay down on the bed and looked up at him. Milo pulled off his shoes, socks and pants. His dick still stood on end.

“Now I want you to do everything you wrote about plus any other creative things that pop into your head,” she said coyly.

He got onto the bed beside her and their bodies were instantly enwrapped. As they kissed Milo held her ass in his hands and ground his cock up against the red thong which was by now a limp, soaked sheath plastered onto her drippy lips.

They kissed long and slow and Milo’s slippery fingers found their way into Teresa’s crotch. He pushed the thong aside and two of his long fingers entered her; she oohed and ground her mound into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper inside her.

Milo took his time, going south slowly, kissing her lips, then licking her neck, then sucking her nipples, savoring every second as if with every touch of his lips on her skin he was getting another hit of a habit-forming, time-released drug.

He must have sucked her tits for twenty minutes while his fingers did the walking down below. Teresa’s body was a squirming, mumbling, titillated pile of pudding by the time Milo started trying to suck the gold stud out of her belly button.

She had only a small triangular patch of pubic hair above her snatch. Milo didn’t want it to feel left out so he kissed it and licked it and chewed on it for a couple minutes as Teresa’s groin snaked around with his fingers lost inside her and his arm sticking out of her like a monstrous umbilical cord.

Milo maneuvered himself into position so he was on his knees between her spread legs. He slowly pulled his hand out of her pulsing pussy. His hand was soaked and greasy up to his wrist. He put his hands under her and grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand. He pulled her toward him until their thighs were flush and then lifted her bottom up until her crotch was almost touching his chin. Then he lowered his face into her and his tongue entered her and his mouth sucked on her and Teresa shrieked and looked up in amazement at his head buried between her legs like he was drinking from a giant goblet.

It was an awkward position, but Teresa didn’t mind as it did provide her with a pretty good view of the proceedings. This young man certainly knew how to use his mouth, and she could hardly lie still as her shivering, twitching torso attested to. But Milo hung on, his mouth clinging to her clit like a seasoned cowboy on a wild bull, and she twisted the bedspread between her clenched fists.

Teresa felt her swollen hammer being sucked in and out of Milo’s mouth and she squeaked when his fingertips slipped into the crack of her ass and pulled her buttocks apart. That parked her right on the edge, and she now knew she would be falling over the edge at any moment. She wrenched her back and pushed her cunt harder against his open mouth.

“That’s it! Harder!” she moaned.

Milo sucked her tool even harder and gave her three love bites in quick succession right before the flood. Teresa’s hips did The Twist as she came but her gyrations couldn’t shake Milo’s lips loose. He hung on for dear life, his hands digging her ass and his lips chomping on her red hot chili pepper, and rode out the storm. He sucked in her savory cum for the first time but it was a much bigger batch than he’d bargained for, so some of it he swallowed, some he held in his mouth and some of it back-flowed out of his nose. His face and her crotch stayed locked in place until her body stopped twisting and rested.

By now, Milo’s cock was rock. It was stretched to its max and ached for release. He moved atop her and didn’t ask permission. He grabbed his cock and aimed it at Teresa’s soaked gash. She nodded.

It was nice and wet and slippery but looser than he expected. Milo’s cock was on the large side so he was used to tight cunts. That’s the difference between girls and women, he guessed. He didn’t waste any time; he put that out of his mind real quick and started fucking Teresa as hard as he could. After about two strokes, they were in perfect sync.

He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t care. He was finally fucking her!

It wasn’t more than two minutes of concussive banging before Milo planted his seeds. He growled like a bull gator and out it came. It wasn’t as big as the first one, but it was still a mighty load. It flew out of him and he felt Teresa’s loose vagina squeezing him, coaxing out every drop. When he was emptied, he let his body fall down next to hers, and with his cock relaxing inside her he held her tightly and they kissed.

----

“Can I ask you a question?” Teresa asked a few minutes later. They were lying together in each other's arms, recovering from their workout.

“Sure,” Milo replied. “What?”

“The red thong,” she said. “You wrote about it in your paper. How did you know about that? Or was it just a guess?”

“An educated guess,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“One time after class you bent down to pick up your bag and the bottom of your sweater rode up your back a couple inches above the top of your pants. I was walking by your desk. I briefly saw a horizontal red strap that must have looped around your waist and a vertical red string I knew must have been threaded through the crack of your butt and connected to a red thong.”

“Ah, clever boy,” she said. Then added, “What about my tattoo? How did you come by that bit of information?”

“I saw it on some old social media site, can’t remember which one. It was sort of mentioned in passing. Which reminds me, let me see that sucker!”

He spun her body over in one quick motion so she was on her left side facing away. He scooched down behind her so his face was even with her ass.

He kissed it. He licked it. He sucked it. He gave it a hickey. It was a multi-colored butterfly. On his teacher’s ass. His new lover’s ass.

He did that for quite a while before his tongue found its way to her asshole. He licked her crack, her rim. He stuck his tongue into her, jabbing, fucking. He did that for quite a while too.

Teresa had never had a man’s tongue in her asshole before but she was digging it. It felt weird at first but soon she was amazed at how erotic it was. And the longer Milo was back there tongue-fucking her, the more turned-on she became.

“God, that feels good,” Teresa said. “You’re going to make me come again.”

Milo moved his hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her pussy. It was hot and soggy. Teresa glanced at her watch. It was four-thirty already.

“Oh shit,” she said, “It’s getting late. I’m going to have to get going…”

She might as well have said ‘Please fuck me in ten seconds or less’. Milo grabbed her right thigh and lifted it and wiggled his groin up between her legs. His cock was hard and ready to say a quick, hard goodbye to her juicy cunt. He forced it through her legs and it found her wet, open lips and that quick he was fucking her from behind.

Milo grunted with each powerful poke, stuffing it as far into Teresa as he could despite the awkward position. They were lying on their sides, the front of his body adhered with sweat to the back of hers, his dick in her cunt, his hand on her tits and his tongue in her ear. As Milo speared her hard and quick, Teresa stroked her clit like she was molding clay.

It was a fast fuck. In less than a minute, Teresa hissed and slithered like a snake and climaxed onto the bed cover. Milo’s dick slipped out of her in the process so he rolled her onto her back and got on top and re-entered her. She started to complain about the time so Milo covered her mouth with his and rammed his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her like that until he came. It only took about eight or nine good thrusts and then his cum was on the rise and he shot ropes of it deep inside her. Their bodies were slick with perspiration when he rolled off of her.

Teresa was up and out of bed instantly.

“Sorry, Milo, but I have to go. I didn’t know how late it was…”

She went into the bathroom for a minute to try to clean up a little. She washed her face and hands and did the best she could down below. She put her dress back on. They walked to the door.

“Milo, I’m sorry I have to run off, but I need to be home when my daughter gets home.”

“I understand.”

“But this…” she said, and hesitated. “It was wonderful.”

Milo stepped close and kissed her. “When can I…”

“Thursday, same time?”

“It’s a date.”

“Good. But Milo, remember, this is our secret. And in class tomorrow…act like a stranger, okay? No signs of affection.”

“Got it,” he said.

Teresa picked her bag up off the floor and put her clammy thong inside it. She looked at him, smiled and shook her head.

“Today was nice, Milo. But you better wash your bed linens,” she said.

“I know,” he laughed. “They’ll be all nice and clean for you. And then we can funk them up again.”

Milo opened the door and they kissed.

“Do you have any lube?” Teresa said softly.

“No,” he said.

“Get some,” she said with a wink. She turned and walked hurriedly away.

----

About an hour later, Teresa was standing at her kitchen counter chopping celery for vegetable stew. She had rushed home from Milo’s apartment, tossed her thong in the hamper and without changing clothes had gone into the kitchen to start dinner. As she chopped and sliced vegetables, she could feel traces of Milo’s cum trickling out of her and down her leg and would dab at them with a paper towel. She had to be careful with the knife because her mind was elsewhere.

She was thinking about him. About the care he took when he kissed her, when he sucked her breasts, when he went down on her, when he kissed her tattoo and licked her ass. He took his sweet time with all of it and worked her slowly to a frenzy. And her orgasms. God, such orgasms.

But he didn’t take his time when he fucked her. She stopped slicing for a moment and closed her eyes, remembering, Milo on top of her, Milo behind her, ramming his cock into her like a possessed madman. She shivered and another drop of his cum dribbled out of her.

It’s official, she thought. I’m having an affair. I’m cheating. With a much-younger student. I’m just as bad as Henry.

But God it felt good. And she already knew it would become a habit. At least the semester is almost over, that’s a relief; in three and a half weeks, he won’t be my student anymore.

As soon as she got the pot on the stove she went to take a shower, colder than usual.

----

The next day in class, Teresa tried not to look at Milo, but she couldn’t help herself and stole glances here and there. And whenever she did, Milo was smiling at her. In fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her face, her tits, her crotch. He stroked his cock while he thought about what they’d done the day before and what they would do tomorrow.

----

The next day, right at two o’clock, there was a knock on Milo’s apartment door. He’d been peeking through the curtain and had seen Teresa approaching.

“Come in,” he called.

The door opened and Teresa walked in. She looked great as usual. Her hair was long and wild and loose and she wore a sleeveless fuck-me denim jumpsuit with a zipper in the front. She looked at Milo and burst out laughing. He was standing there naked except for a red thong wrapped around his bulge.

“Like it?” he asked.

“Marvelous!” she said, and walked over and kissed him and took his bulge in her hand. “Nice package.”

“You look hot,” he said. “Good enough to eat.”

“That’s the idea.”

They went into the bedroom and into each other's arms. Milo kissed her neck as he unzipped her to her crotch. She wiggled her shoulders free and the jumpsuit fell to the floor in a heap. She wore nothing else except her jewelry.

“Two hours,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Two hours, tops. Then I have to go. I can’t get home late again.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. He pulled her onto the bed and pressed his cock, already a stiff arrow pointing north out of the skimpy thong, against her. “This time we’re going by the book.”

And that’s what he did. Step by step…slowly…just as he’d written it.

He kissed her, his tongue doing a deep dive in her mouth while her breast was in his hand and her nipples enlarged and hardened with his touch. He licked her necklace all the way around and kissed and sucked his way down the entire length of her body: her tits, her navel, her legs, her feet, and did the same when he slowly worked his way back up. He ate her and sucked on her clit like it was cough drop until she came in his face. He moved up beside her and with his face slick with her cum watched as her left hand, the diamond on her ring finger sparkling in the afternoon light, held his cock and fed it into her pussy. He pounded her into the mattress until his swollen member launched his semen into her. They rested arms in arms for a short time but before long kissing resumed and friskiness returned. Teresa felt Milo’s cock, hard again against her, and went down. She rammed her finger up his ass while she sucked him. He squawked loudly but it felt good. His asshole was getting a hot workout and his cum exploded out of him into her mouth. As soon as he came and with Teresa’s finger up his ass, he was thinking about putting his dick up hers. But the two hours were up.

Teresa glanced at her watch. “Time to go,” she said.

Milo said, ‘Oh shit’, and pointed to the tube of lube on the table next to the bed.

“Oh well,” she said. “Next time.”

----

Every Tuesday and Thursday, they would meet for a couple hours of afternoon delight. And after every episode, Teresa would go home tired and raw and exhilarated, after taking in loads of Milo’s cum, in her pussy and her mouth and her ass.

The first time Milo buttfucked her, she was a little bit afraid. His fingers and tongue felt great up there, but Milo’s cock would be the largest thing by far to ever go up her ass. But he lubed her asshole up until it was dripping, and his cock too. She howled as he forced it in, and it burned as it stretched her to unseen widths, but she gradually adapted. But now she looked forward to his fingers up there when they fucked, and treasured when he’d lick her and tongue her back there, taking his good, sweet time, because she knew once he put his cock up there he was going to fuck it like he was trying to pound her into the next room. She loved the feeling afterward too: the squishiness of his cum in her asshole, the outward ooze of it, and her achy sphincter as it shriveled back to size. She would play with her asshole and stick things up there when she was alone.

Teresa found herself thinking about Milo all the time. She craved his cock and the way he made love to her. Slowly, always taking his time, tasting every inch of her body until she came, and her orgasms were intense. Then he’d fuck her brains out. When Henry would fuck her on the weekends, it was always bland by comparison, man-on-top-get-it-over-with style, but she’d pretend it was Milo on top of her ramming his big dick into her and then reach her climax.

Once she knew it was turning into an ongoing thing, Teresa told her sister that she and Milo were having sex.

“No surprise,” Melanie said. “How is it?”

“Well, let me say this: He not only looks incredible. He IS incredible.”

“Ooh, do tell!”

“I don’t know what to say. He’s an animal. He does anything and everything in any position. He’s wildly passionate but very efficient.”

“Wildly passionate but efficient,” Melanie said. “Hmm, what does that mean?”

“I don’t know. There’s not an inch of me, inside or out, where he hasn’t been. With his fingers, his tongue, his…”

“Okay, Sis, I get the idea. You’re making me jealous.”

“Fucking him is all I think about. It’s like I’m on drugs or something.”

----

In a few weeks, the semester ended, and once grades were issued, Teresa relaxed because Milo was no longer her student. She gave him an A of course, but he’d earned that fair enough even without the extra credit.

They added many Saturdays onto their libidinal calendar. They’d have lunch and then go fuck off the calories. The first time, Milo persuaded her to fuck in her office. She didn’t really want to, but she went along with it. He did her in her chair and she sucked him on her desk. He fucked her from behind as she looked out the window. She was a nervous wreck the whole time and the small room smelled pretty funky by the time they were through. They laughed about it later, but the next time went back to the safety of Milo’s apartment.

Milo became very motivated toward his schoolwork. It seemed the more he fucked Teresa, the more driven he became, like one fed off the other. He took a class over the winter session and added an extra class the next semester. Then two classes in each summer session. He made a goal to graduate in another year and a half and he mapped it out on the wall of his bedroom. The closer Teresa got to her doctorate, the more dedicated he became and the harder he worked, like he was trying to catch up with her or else she’d get away. His life became class, study and fucking her. And lunch on Saturdays.

Over the next year, their lovemaking was as regular as clockwork. Teresa studied and took care of her daughter and had Milo three afternoons a week. It took her mind off of her gimpy marriage.

One time they were lying in bed after another massive afternoon of sweaty sex. Teresa harrumphed.

“You know something?” she said.

“What?”

“All we do is eat and fuck.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“All this time, that’s all we do. We fuck. Sometimes we eat first.”

“Are you complaining, are you unhappy? I’d love to wine you, and dine you and show you off to the world. But your situation is kind of complicated…”

“I know, I know. And I look forward to our time together, believe me. Just making an observation.”

“What would happen if I told you I loved you?” Milo said, frog firmly in throat. “I almost have a hundred times.”

Teresa looked at him with a sad smile and brushed his cheek lightly with her fingers.

“Let’s just fuck, okay?” she said. “Love would be much too complicated.”

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Teresa was three weeks away from receiving her doctorate when the shit hit the fan. What she knew had been true for quite some time blew up in her face and would change her life, as well as the lives of her daughter, her husband and Milo.

Henry got his cheating ass in trouble at his college and was given a choice of resigning or being fired. He chose to resign. It seems the old boy found himself in the middle of a love triangle. The young gal he was boinking had a jealous ex-boyfriend and he turned him in.

Teresa’s life was turned into instant chaos. She was wrapping up her classes and studying for finals. She had an active daughter to take care of and had a lot of explaining to do. She was separating from her philandering husband. And a sad byproduct of it all was that she went from a thrice-weekly bronco ride with Milo and a routine weekend romp with Humping Henry to zilch.

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Milo was crushed. He was now a summer session away from entering graduate school and he was a slam dunk for acceptance and position as a TA. He’d lost his inspiration, his mentor, his lover almost instantly. They met only one time after the news of Henry, and it was to say Goodbye. They were in the cafe by the bookstore and both had tears in their eyes. He tried to get her back to his apartment one last time, but it didn’t happen. It was over. She said it had to be.

She was leaving, she said. Taking her daughter and leaving. Henry was begging her to stay, he said he would change. But she was just as bad as he; she just hadn’t been caught. She’d applied for a teaching position at a small college a few hours away and had been told she could expect an offer of employment. Maybe we can keep in touch, Milo said. Maybe, maybe not. In other words, not.

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Milo limped his way through the summer. He had an ache in his stomach. It was the same kind of ache he’d described in his essay about Love only a hundred times worse. He believed he had a whole new meaning for the word.

In the fall, he received a greeting card from Teresa. It was a simple congratulations for getting into grad school. There was no return address.

Not long after that, he got a phone call from a number he didn’t recognize. He picked up anyway.

“Hello, Milo, this is Melanie. Do you remember me?”

“Teresa’s sister. Sure, I remember.”

“I know we don’t really know each other. I got your number from Teresa. I wanted to say congratulations. She told me you graduated in three years and are now a graduate student. That’s very impressive.”

“Thank you. Teresa was a lot of help; she was a big influence on me.”

“I know.”

“Oh?”

“She told me about you, how talented you are…and your relationship. And I know it’s been hard…on both of you. And I know she really cares for you. But…it all became too much, I guess. I’m sorry.”

“She sent me a card, that was nice. But it’s pretty obvious she doesn’t want to stay in contact. But, who knows what the future might bring.”

“She went back with Henry, you know,” Melanie said with a slight rasp. “They’re back together.”

“Oh,” he said. After a pause, he added, “He’ll do it again, you know. Guys like that always do.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Maybe she will too.”

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Milo became integrated seamlessly into grad school life. He was an excellent student and well-liked by the faculty and staff. There were plenty of ladies he found himself attracted to, but he felt it best to restrain himself from that for the time being. He was hurting. Plus, most everyone around the department found out what had gone on between him and Teresa, despite their efforts at discretion. Their secret was out. In fact, it almost gave him an elevated status because they had managed to pull it off for so long.

Milo was hired as a TA and taught his first section of English Composition during the spring semester. It went very well. He maintained an A average in his studies and received good reviews for teaching. In the fall he would be assigned two sections to teach.

He attended a writer’s workshop over the summer and he got to know a woman he’d seen around the English Department. She was several years older and obviously attracted to him. They hit it off, spent time together and ended up in bed. But after a couple of torrid weeks, it died a sudden death when she told him her boyfriend was coming to town. Oh great, now I have a reputation as a guy you can have on the side, Milo thought to himself. But it felt good to get laid again. Since Teresa dumped him he’d been largely uninterested in the opposite sex, but it was about time he got back in the saddle.

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It was the first day of the fall semester and Milo had just wrapped up teaching his introductory class of one of his English Composition sections. Twenty-four first-semester freshmen waiting to be tortured and enlightened. He was packing his materials into his briefcase as the classroom emptied. He noticed there was one student lagging behind, a girl who was seated in the back. He looked up as she approached him.

She was a knockout, with a pretty face, seductive brown eyes with long lashes and a killer body dressed completely in black. She wore a tight, black sleeveless shirt with firm titties sticking straight out. Black jeans, skin-tight with an outline of her cameltoe in her crotch, tucked into black leather heeled boots. Long brunette hair down to her ass.

“Hi, I wanted to introduce myself,” she said, shaking his hand. “My name is Lisa.”

“Hello, Lisa,” he said. “Welcome to English Composition. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. I think you know my Mom.”

“I do?” he asked with puzzlement.

“Yes. Her name is Melanie. You were a student of her sister, my Aunt Teresa.”

“Ah, yes, I remember. A very nice person, your mother.”

“That’s what she said about you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“And that’s not all she said.”

Oh great, here it comes, Milo thought. Even this kid knows the story!.

“Oh really,” he said, as he latched his case shut. “And what else did she say?”

“She said you are good-looking, you are a good writer, so you are probably a good teacher.”

“Well, that’s flattering, Lisa. I hope I can live up to the hype,” he said with a chuckle.

“She also told me you are very charming and to not let you seduce me.”

“Your mother said that?” Milo said incredulously.

“Yep. But don’t worry,” Lisa said. “I never listen to her.”

Milo just stared at her. He felt a tingling sensation on the flesh of his arms and neck.

“Anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself,” Lisa said as she turned to leave. “And let you know that I’m looking forward to this semester.”

Milo shook his head and he watched Lisa’s hair brushing the top of her tight little ass as she walked out of the classroom.

“So am I,” he said softly to himself.

******END