Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
My fingers dance at the bottom hem of her skirt as my tongue pleasures her nipple. She writhes beneath me in pleasure. Her legs open to grant me the access I need.
I slowly drag my fingers up her thigh until I reach the edge of her panties. Moisture drips from her center.
“Please,” Mari begs. “Touch me!”
I grin up at her, but she can’t see me. Mark captures her lips with his once again. Teamwork at its finest.
Mari moves her hips to try to catch my hand where she so desperately wants me. I thumb her nub over her panties.
“Oh, fuck,” she mutters. “That’s good.”
I press a little harder, giving her clit what it wants. Her hips slide down the chair as I catch a whiff of her sweet scent. It’s delicious.
Her panties need to go. I don’t want anything between me and her sweetness. I slide them off and toss them to the side. She won’t be needing them for a while.
My hands grip her thighs. Her breasts are long forgotten by my lips. Instead, Mark takes care of them with his hands while continuing to make out with our beautiful girl.
I kiss her thigh, skipping over her center to move to the other leg. She wiggles and twists, but I continue my teasing.
“Please, John…”
I chuckle. “I love it when you say my name.”
I finally suck her clit into my mouth.
“John!” she screams out as her hands push my face into her pussy. I lick and suck and dip my tongue into her opening. With each movement, Mari moans and sighs, enjoying my attention. Her pussy tastes exactly how I expected it to. I could eat it all day.
Two of my fingers plunge into her wet pussy. Her hips are like a vice around my head, pulling me closer.
It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to strike. All of our teasing had brought her close to the edge.
I lean back as she comes down from the ecstasy. Mark smiles and backs away from her.
“It’s my turn,” he says.
I know what he wants. He positions himself where I had just been and pulls her forward on the chair. Her clit is a sensitive bundle of nerves right now, but that’s not what Mark wants. Instead, his tongue goes for her asshole.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out. “That’s so…oh, God!”
Mark kisses and tongues her ass while I work on her breasts again. Her second orgasm comes after just a few minutes.
“That was amazing!” she cries out when we’re done. “I didn’t…that’s not…wow.”
I laugh. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did. Very much. I wouldn’t mind…but I really need to get to class.”
“Why don’t we get together next week? We can talk about…things.”
“Okay, yeah. I’d like that.”
“I’ll be in touch,” I tell her. She tries to grab her panties, but I stop her before she can reach them. “I’m going to keep these as a souvenir.”
Mari laughs, giving me a sexy look. “Enjoy them.”
Mark and I watch, panting, as Mari exits my office.
“That really just happened,” Mark murmurs. “I did not expect her to go along with it.”
I roll my eyes. “Please. I’ve seen the way she looks at us in class.”
“I know. I certainly hoped, but I didn’t let myself believe it might happen. We could get in so much trouble.”
I brush his shaggy hair back tenderly and press a gentle kiss to his temple. “Don’t worry, dear. We’ve got this under control.”
Mark doesn’t look so sure, but I have confidence Mari won’t tell anyone what happened. As long as we keep things on the down low, it’ll be fine.
“I believe in you,” Mark finally says. He leans against me, and I catch a deep whiff of his cologne mixed with Mari’s perfume, all combined with the smell of sex. It’s my new favorite scent.
“Good,” I respond. “We’ll make it work. It’ll be worth it to be with Mari.”
Mark’s eyes are on the door, tracing the path Mari just took out of my office. I’m sure he’s wishing she would come back for more. I wish that, too.
Unfortunately, she had a class to get to. I check the time. It’s getting close to my class time as well.
“You should get going to the library to work on your dissertation. How is that coming along?”
“I’m on track to finish on schedule. It’s a lot of work, though. Why did I choose how American literature represents the lower classes to be my topic?”
“Any topic is a lot of work. At least yours is interesting. I wrote about Chaucer, and I don’t even like Chaucer.”
Mark laughs. “You have a point. I’ll get going. See you later?”
I plant a kiss on his lips. “Of course. Have fun in the library!”
“Have fun in class. But not too much fun without me.”
“It’s always more fun when you’re around.”
That’s the truth, too. Mark brings a fresh perspective to the classroom; I love having him around. His being assigned to me as a TA was a random occurrence, but it has changed my life for the better. Finding each other was the best thing to happen to both of us. Now, we have Mari. I hope she will understand when we talk to her next week. I hope she won’t turn and run the other way. From how she reacted to our time in my office, I don’t suspect she’ll have any problem with our lifestyle.