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side when I could. It was nice money and “I did.” I touched his arm. “Was that He went still, but then looked me dead
kept me busy. I had a lot of time on my okay?” I asked. in the eye and said, “Yeah.”
hands, being a divorcée. “What?” “Do you want to stay a virgin?”
Jacob was my favorite student, and I “Me kissing you.” “No.”
was itching to get into his pants. I’d had He nodded vigorously while exhaling “Good.” I kissed him and worked his
my share of local boy toys since ditching the word “yes.” button and zipper. I wanted to feel the
my husband. Young men appreciating an “Good.” I kissed him again. Gently. On soft steel of his erection in my hand. I
experienced woman is no myth, I’d found the mouth. A kiss so tender it was almost pushed my fingers into his boxer briefs
out. But Jacob was special, and I wanted as if it hadn’t happened. and stroked him. He made another
him. He made that noise again, but then his desperate sound, and I said, “Take off my
He was shy, and I always caught him mouth crushed down on mine and his top.”
looking at me with a mix of admiration hands came up to hold my arms. When He pulled my shirt over my head and
and longing. But he never acted on his his tongue poked past my lips, I parted stared at my bare tits. They were small
obvious desires. His big blue eyes would them wider and let him in. and still pretty great, I thought.
follow the lines of my body, his cheeks “I know you’ve kissed a girl before,” I He smiled and ran his thumbs in circles
would get flushed, and he’d rake a big said. “I can tell.” over the puckered halos of my nipples. I
hand through that black hair of his and I ran my fingertip up the growing bulge cooed in his ear, and then I whispered,
make me crazy. My speculation was that in his jeans. His cock was long and “Pinch them.”
Jacob—all six foot four inches of him—was spectacularly stiff. I couldn’t wait to wrap He did. Softly at first, but when I rocked
a virgin. my lips around it. my hips toward him to show him it felt
As he came loping up onto my porch He cupped the back of my head and good, he pinched them harder, then
the other day, I was studying him through went back in for more. His mouth became harder still. I sighed, feeling the sensation
the peephole. I watched him fix his hair, bolder, and he pulled me to him so I could shoot from my tits to my pussy.
pop a mint into his mouth and steel feel the hard line of his dick nudge the “Now lick them,” I said, tickling my
himself. He was nervous. It was always cleft of my pussy. I grabbed his ass and fingers over his cock.
charming to see him flustered. squeezed. It was as hard as hell, Jacob is He moaned softly, and the hairs on the
He rang the bell, and I made him wait on the university’s track team. back of my neck tingled.
a beat as if I hadn’t been standing right He groaned, and I laughed. He bent to lap at my breast, swirling
there. I wore a pair of jeans and a white “Are you a virgin?” I whispered in his his tongue over the right nipple until it
blouse that was sheer enough to give a ear before nipping the lobe with my teeth. glistened, then he moved to the left one,
hint of rosy nipple without being fully see-
through. I wanted him to be a bit flustered
and a lot excited, not gobsmacked.
He looked startled when I opened the
door, like he always did. I almost laughed
but managed to stifle myself.
“Come in, Jacob. Still a little chilly out
there,” I said. “The warm weather isn’t
quite here yet.”
Which was true. It was also why my
nipples were standing at attention. A fact
that wasn’t lost on Jacob. His cheeks
went the shade of a lobster, and I took
his wrist to tug him into the house. Then I
shut the door.
“I liked your paper on The Odyssey,” I
said.
“You did?”
I leaned in and softly kissed the tip
of his wind-chilled nose. He made a
strangled sound, and I smiled warmly.

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