A Learning Experience

She actually had to fight the urge to call him Mr. Edwards, even now. His house wasn't anything like she had expected?his wife must have done all the decorating?everything matched, seemed to have its own place, and had a subtle but unmistakable Asian design influence. The Mr. Edwards she had known?hell, Cassie, call him Rick already, would you??was scattered, forgot papers he'd already graded at home, and rarely wore matching socks. Granted, the mismatch was subtle and hard to see unless you were in direct light?a dark brown and a navy blue, maybe?but it was just a part of the whole picture that made up her junior year English teacher's persona.

Standing in his kitchen, leaning against the counter and drinking wine out of a glass just like a grown-up?twenty-eight was grown-up enough, she insisted to herself?she watched him fixing a shrimp stir-fry for the two of them, and noticed with amusement that he was barefoot. That solved the mismatched sock problem entirely, didn't it?

"You're sure about your...I mean, that we have the house to ourselves?" Cassie asked for probably the tenth time in a week. Was she nervous about his wife coming home and discovering them? Did 11th grade girls get crushes on their cute English teachers? Which was to say?hell yes.

"I told you," he said, turning off the flame on the gas stove and tipping the Wok toward the plates he'd already mounded with wild rice. "We have an arrangement."

She couldn't imagine any woman leaving for the weekend so her husband could have an affair with a former student?although she was pretty sure Mrs. Edwards had no idea about the latter, even if she was aware of the former. But she wasn't in her mid-fifties and hadn't been married for twenty years either. In fact, she'd never been married?although that one romance out of college had been a close call.

"It smells delicious." She moved toward him, breathing deep. He'd always bragged about his cooking?of course, he'd bragged about a lot, she remembered?but apparently in the cooking arena, there had been more truth than bluster to it. They'd always gone out somewhere to eat, but tonight, their first real "overnight" together, he'd insisted on cooking. Her stomach felt tight, but she knew it wasn't just hunger. His hand slipped behind her as he pulled her closer, putting the pan down on the stove before uşak escort his mouth captured hers.

I'm kissing my high school English teacher. It was the thought that still came first, even after they'd been doing this, what, a month or more now? His mouth was soft, open, a little too eager. She pressed both her hands to his chest?he was incredibly tall, but she was just a little over five foot. He'd told her he liked small girls. She'd seen his wife?a pretty, Asian woman, even shorter than Cassie?and she believed him.

"I'm hungry," she murmured as his hands groped their way down to the seat of her jeans, lifting her toward his mouth again.

"So am I." His tongue probed this time, sending shivers through her, making her nipples hard under her blouse. When he got a good grip on the back of her thighs, he pulled her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, putting them on more even playing field, so to speak. But now, she was at his whim, and she had a feeling she knew where this was heading.

"God, I want you," he murmured against her neck, nibbling there, sucking. She'd have hickeys all over in the morning, but there would be no one to hide them from, so she didn't care. "I want to be inside you. I've been thinking about it all day."

So had she. As much as they had done, so far, had been quick fumblings in one car or another, but they'd never had enough time or been in a private enough place to do enough to truly satisfy themselves. Truly, she was surprised he'd gone on with the pretense of dinner at all, and hadn't just met her at the door naked with his cock in his hand. The thought made her smile.

"What's more pressing?" Cassie tipped her head back as his mouth moved down the V of her blouse. "Dinner, or...?"

"You tell me." He shifted her weight?he could throw her around like a rag doll if he wanted to?and pressed her crotch into his. She felt the length of him, hard and ready. Christ, he was big! That was promising...

"Well, you do have a microwave." She rolled her hips, grinding her pelvis into his, and he groaned.

"To hell with dinner."

He carried her as far as the couch, which wasn't really a couch at all, but more of a futon, with ornately carved wooden arms and a rather hard red cushioned top. There was barely enough room on it for her, let alone muglalisahidi.com him, but neither of them seemed to care. He already had his jeans unzipped, his shirt off, and was kneeling between her legs, working the buttons on her blouse.

His hands shook, so she helped him, opening it and her bra?front hook?seeing his eyes light up at the sight of her breasts. Small, but firm, her nipples were pink and prominent, her skin fair. She had the faint remains of a sunburn that followed the same V-pattern of her blouse?blondes like her burned so easily.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Cassie groaned and arched, fumbling with the snap and zipper of her jeans. Should have worn a skirt, she chided herself as she tried to work them down her hips, her clit throbbing. Her pussy had been wet for hours, just thinking about this moment.

"Let me help." He did, yanking the denim down her hips, her panties coming halfway down with them, exposing her shaved pubes, the blonde tuft at the top proving she didn't dye the hair on her head. Of course, he knew that?he'd known her since before she could drive.

"Oh Jesus." The sight of her pussy must have been too much. Her pants weren't even all the way off yet, but his tongue was plunging into her slit, and he made eager, hungry noises between her legs. Cassie managed to get her jeans all the way off, leaning back into the futon's cushion as he sucked on her sensitive clit, moaning softly when he worked his long fingers into her.

From this angle, she could see the place where he was losing his dark hair. It hadn't been noticeable when she had him as a teacher. Of course, she'd never seen him like this, either. His hands roamed over her thighs, smooth and firm?she'd waxed for him?over her belly, taut and flat, up to her breasts, her nipples responding immediately to his touch.

"You taste so good," he murmured, kissing over her thighs, up her belly. She whimpered when she felt his cock pressed between her legs and he kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue, sucking it into her mouth, her hips moving against the length of his cock resting against her pussy.

"Please," she begged, reaching down to grasp him, making him moan. "Fuck me."

He gave a low growl, kneeling up to pull her to sitting. His big hands moved her, manipulating, turning her over onto her belly and leaning her over the edge of the couch. Cassie gasped when she felt the tip of his cock sliding through the crack of her ass, down toward her wet, waiting pussy, but nothing could have prepared her for the feel of him sliding inside of her.

"Oh!" she moaned, feeling his hand pressing her back, pushing her down onto the cushion as he thrust. "Goddamn, Mr. Edwards, you're so fucking big!"

He was?all the girls' locker room talk about Mr. Edwards hadn't ever ventured into the realm of cock size. They'd talked about how cute he was, how funny, how smart, how flirty. She was sure none of them had ever imagined this moment, being bent over Mr. Edward's couch?the Asian style sofa his wife had surely chosen?and being fucked by his enormous dick.

She heard him chuckle. "I think you can call me Rick, now, Cassie."

Right. Rick. It rhymed with dick. She should be able to remember it?except with him inside her, pumping in and out at a pace quicker than most bunnies, she couldn't think of anything at all. She gasped as he spread her thighs further with his, using his cock like a battering ram.

"God you're so tight!" he groaned, his hands gripping her ass, shoving in deep. "Oh baby, I can't stop. I'm gonna come!"

He was as good as his word?two, three, four hard thrusts, accompanied by several grunts of satisfaction, and it was over. He stood, buttoning his jeans, pulling his shirt back on. Cassie was slower, still dazed, finding her panties, her jeans. He was already in the kitchen microwaving their plates by the time she was buttoning her blouse.

"I'm starving!" he exclaimed, peeking his head around the corner. "Are you coming?"

Uhhhh, no, she thought wryly. Not exactly. She opened her mouth to speak, shut it again, and got up from the futon as a response. Mr. Edwards, the Mr. Edwards, the teacher all the girls had wanted, the gorgeous man who had them transfixed during class and moony in between...she'd slept with him. Ten years after the fact, of course, but still...it was something she could brag about, if she so chose.

Cassie sighed, heading toward the kitchen. Well, she reasoned, smelling the shrimp stir-fry again, she hoped he was a better cook than he was a lover.

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