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I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as they got upstairs, but I'm glad Matthew would straighten Mark out, so I wouldn't have to.
I looked forward to class today. I wore a lovely pencil skirt instead of slacks to show off my legs to Megan. I had to admit I wasn't really into my work this morning. Luckily, nothing came up that really required my full attention, so I made it through without messing anything up. I eagerly made my way across the commons to the classroom. I sat up in the back of the room once I got there.
When Megan walked into the classroom, I saw her look around, and when her eyes landed on me, she broke out into a big smile. I couldn't help but smile back at her. She wore a lovely forest green ribbed sweater dress that hugged her curves. The class went much smoother today, and Megan didn't ask me to answer any questions. Every time Megan looked up at me, she would pause. Megan would lick her lips and gather herself again before going on. Each time she looked at me, I felt a pulse go through me to my clit and nipples. My nipples ached from being so hard, and I squirmed in my seat from my pussy getting hot and wet.
Just as I did Monday, I slipped my hand inside my blazer to massage my nipples, trying to relieve the ache. Again, Megan looked up at me and caught me just as I crossed my legs. My hand was inside my blazer, obviously fondling myself. She stopped, right in the middle of a sentence, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips. Megan gathered herself, tearing her gaze off me, and cleared her throat before finishing her sentence.
Finally, the class was over. I stayed in my seat, waiting for the room to clear. I started moving toward the front of the classroom as Megan finished packing her bag. She looked up and saw me standing there, and a smile creased her face. I smiled and asked, "Want to get some coffee?"
"Sure," Megan said. Then she surprised me by stepping up to me, putting her right hand behind my head, and pulling me in for a kiss. The shock I felt when her lips touched mine almost made me faint. My mouth involuntarily opened, and Megan's tongue immediately found its way in. A moan started working up out of the back of my throat, and my left hand went behind Megan's head. I pressed into the kiss, my desire for this woman blossoming through my chest like an explosion. When I heard Megan's moan, I almost came right there. I felt my knees go weak, and I broke the kiss with a gasp and an "Oh, God, Megan." My panties were soaked, and I feared I'd spot my skirt if I sat down.
Megan looked at me, undressing me with her eyes, saying, "I live only fifteen minutes away."
"Works for me," I said.
Megan gave me her address and the directions to get there, and we went our separate ways to our cars. Before I went out to my car, I stopped in the bathroom and repaired myself, so I wouldn't spot my skirt. All the way there, I was thinking furiously about what I was getting into. My caution at moving too quickly warred with my desire to get naked with Megan. By the time I got there, the part of my mind preaching caution had given up and said, "Go for it!"
By the time I pulled into the parking lot to Megan's apartment, she was already there, directing me to park in an empty parking spot. When I did, as soon as I exited the car, Megan grabbed my hand and led me to her door. When we got inside, and Megan went to lock the door, I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her ass into my hips. Her body felt so good against me. My breath caught, and my heart fluttered.
"Oh, Virginia," Megan husked as she put her hands on mine, "I can't believe how I ache for you."
"Why do you think you kept catching me with my hand inside my blazer?" I asked, my voice, too, husking with desire. "My nipples ached so bad I had to massage them. I was so wet, I was afraid I'd spot my skirt. That's why I was squirming so much."
While talking, I slid my left hand down to cup Megan's pussy while my right hand slid up to cup her left breast. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy and how hard her nipple was. My rock-hard nipples were digging into Megan's back, and my pussy was flowing like a river. Right then, I knew I'd be driving home commando. The thought of the wind up my skirt caressing my pussy made me gasp.
I pressed my hand against Megan's mound, causing her to thrust her hips forward while she gasped. I then squeezed her breast, digging my fingers into her flesh while her hard nipple dug into my palm. This elicited a second gasp and a throaty moan that set my insides on fire. "Oh, God, Megan," I moaned into her neck as I pressed her up against the door.
I moved my hands down to grab the hem of her dress and pulled it up so it pooled around her waist. I then worked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and started working them down to access her pussy. I kneeled down to remove her panties. Once I got them down to Megan's ankles, she stepped out. While still kneeling, I spun her around so that my nose was nearly buried into her pussy.
Megan gasped again and moaned, "Yes!" She widened her stance to give me more access to her pussy. I extended my tongue and licked her from her perineum to her clit, gathering her juices. Locking eyes with Megan, I opened my mouth and pulled my tongue in, savoring her delicious taste as I swallowed. Her eyes were nearly black with desire, dilated so much that only a thin rim of green circled the black of her eyes.
Keeping our eyes locked, I leaned in, latched my horizontal lips to her vertical lips, and drove my tongue as far into her hole as possible. Megan's eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned a long, drawn-out throaty moan. I swirled my tongue around, trying to stimulate every nerve in her hole. When I hit her G-spot, her hips jerked, and another gasp escaped her lips. I moaned into her pussy as the view of Megan responding to my ministrations made me so hot I thought I would burst into flames. Megan put both hands on the back of my head and started rolling her hips, attempting to get more contact between her pussy and my face.
My nose started bumping Megan's clit as she rolled her hips, each bump drawing an "Oh, God" out of her mouth. I started spearing my tongue in and out of her hole, timing it so I thrust in with my tongue just as my nose bumped her clit. I could feel her thighs spasming, and her breathing was getting increasingly desperate as her keening and gasping, "Oh, Gods," became louder and faster. Her pussy walls were clenching on my tongue, and I could feel her orgasm getting closer and closer.
Just as I felt Megan would crash into her orgasm, I sucked her clit into my mouth. I used my tongue to tease it out of its sheath and stroke it up and down, side to side, as fast as possible. Megan wailed as she crashed into her orgasm, and her thighs tightened around my head as they spasmed, and her hips started jerking madly. I stayed with her thrusts, maintaining my lip lock on her clit. I kept her on edge until she began gasping, "No more ... no more," and started sliding down the door as her knees buckled, weakly trying to push my head away.
I pulled back and grabbed her ass to ease her down until she squatted on her heels. Once her breathing was under control, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on my lips and tongue. Megan moaned again, sucking my tongue and lips to remove every drop of her juices. When we broke, I said, "God, you taste so good!" I leaned my forehead against hers and stared into her beautiful eyes.
"God, your tongue is incredible, Virginia," Megan said.
"Just wait until I've had some practice to get the rust off," I snarked. Then I realized what I had said. Memories of when Bonnie had said what Megan said to me threatened to overwhelm me before I caught myself and said to myself, "No regrets, Virginia. No regrets."
Megan twigged to my change in mood and asked, "Are you okay, Virginia?"
I heaved a sigh, smiled, and said, "Yes, Megan. I'm okay."
I stood up and pulled Megan up. I unbuttoned my blazer and shrugged it off, tossing it onto a nearby chair, exposing my button-up blouse. My nipples tented the fabric of my blouse. Locking eyes with her, I started undoing the buttons as I toed off my heels. Megan grabbed her dress and pulled it up over her head and off, leaving her in her lacy black bra and heels. She reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and shrugged it off as she toed off her heels. This left her completely naked, her hard nipples sticking out proudly from her teardrop-shaped breasts.
"God, you're beautiful," I husked as I shrugged off my blouse. I unfastened my skirt as Megan moved in and reached around to undo my bra. I dropped it to the floor as Megan worked my bra off my shoulders and down my arms. Megan then dropped to her knees and pulled my panties down so I could step out of them.
Once I did, Megan put her hands on my hips and turned me so I was up against the door. She then took the opportunity to return the favor. She tongued me to an incredible orgasm that had me sinking to the floor. My vision blacked out around the edges.
Megan took my hand when I recovered and led me to her bedroom. She had a beautiful queen-sized canopy bed. "I love your bed," I said as Megan clambered up on it and sat with her back to the headboard.
Megan spread her legs and patted the bed to indicate that she wanted me to sit there, saying, "I hope you love what we're about to do in my bed."
I clambered up onto the bed and scooted into position, wriggling my ass up against her pussy. I settled back into Megan, feeling her hard nipples digging into my shoulder blades. Before I got too comfortable, Megan pushed me forward and grabbed my wrists. She pulled my arms behind my back before wrapping her left arm around my shoulders and pulling me back into her. "Are you comfortable like this?" Megan asked sultrily in my right ear before sucking my earlobe into her mouth.
"Oh, God, yes," I moaned, my pussy starting to flow in anticipation of what was coming.
"Spread your legs," Megan ordered. When I did, she hooked her legs over mine, pinning them open, leaving my pussy exposed to do with as she pleased.
I leaned my head back on Megan's left shoulder, turning it so our lips could meet. Our lips met, and our tongues locked in battle. I moaned my pleasure into Megan's mouth, and she returned with a moan of her own. Her left hand slid down from my right shoulder until it cupped my right breast, my hard, aching nipple digging into her palm while her fingers closed around it and started kneading. This caused me to moan again as her fingers dug into my flesh.
Megan started to slowly slide her right hand down over my ribs. She then slid her hand across my core as she headed for the juncture between my legs. Finally, her hand made it to my mound, and she cupped it, eliciting another moan from my lips as I thrust my hips up, trying to get more pressure on my pussy.
Megan broke our kiss and started nibbling on my neck below my right ear. She found the spot that just made me melt and attacked it mercilessly, making me squirm and moan until I started gasping for breath. Meanwhile, Megan worked her finger between my lips, gathering the juices seeping from my pussy. After coating her finger with my juices, she brought her hand up and placed her finger on my lips. I sucked it into my mouth, making love to it with my tongue as I reveled in my juices' taste. Once I had her finger cleaned, Megan pulled it out of my mouth and put it back into my pussy, running up and down between my lips to get it lubricated with my juices once again. She plunged it into my hole until her knuckles nestled between my lips.
I gasped and started rolling my hips. Megan whispered in my ear, "You like my finger in your hole, don't you?"
"Oh, God, yes," I panted.
"Would you like another finger to stretch you more?" she asked.
"Yes, please," I begged.
Megan worked her ring finger in and started pistoning in and out slowly as I rolled my hips in tempo.
I gasped again and moaned my approval.
Megan stopped again with her fingers knuckle-deep in me. "Would you like another finger?" she asked with a husk.
"God, yes," I said plaintively.
"Yes, what?" she demanded.
"Yes, please, Megan," I begged.
Megan returned to nibbling my neck, working her index finger into my hole. The stretching sensation felt so good I started thrusting my hips, trying to get it in faster. Finally, Megan had a third finger in my hole up to her knuckles, and I was moaning louder than ever.
Megan's fingers started pistoning in and out, faster and faster. She curved her fingers, stimulating my G-spot with every thrust. I gasped each time, a pulse going through my body like an electric shot, making my whole body spasm. At the same time, Megan took my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and started rolling and pinching it.
The dual sensations were driving me toward orgasm. Suddenly, Megan stopped and pulled her fingers out of my pussy. I moaned my disappointment as she brought her fingers up to my mouth. I opened my mouth, and she pushed all three fingers into my mouth. They went to the back of my throat, nearly causing me to gag. I started salivating, my saliva mixing with the juices on my fingers. I tried to swallow it as fast as I could.
Megan pulled her fingers out of my mouth, and I watched as she stuck them in her mouth, licking my saliva and juices off them. I could tell she enjoyed it as she ensured she got every drop. She then worked her fingers back into my pussy. Megan started thrusting in and out again, faster and faster, as I again started building up to an orgasm. I could feel my orgasm coming like a runaway freight train, my thighs spasming and my hips thrusting faster and faster. Just as the freight train was about to crash into me, Megan pulled her fingers out again. I groaned in frustration as she once again brought her hand up to my mouth. Megan stuck her fingers in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.
This time I did start gagging and producing large amounts of saliva. Megan immediately pulled her fingers out, scooping as much spittle up as possible before jamming her fingers into her mouth. As I struggled to swallow and clear my throat, I couldn't help but enjoy the vision of Megan enjoying my saliva and juices as she cleaned her fingers off.
"Please, Megan," I begged, "fuck my pussy. Let me come."
Megan moved her hand to my pussy and plunged her fingers back into my pussy. I moaned as our lips met once again. Our tongues lashed at each other as her fingers pistoned in and out of my pussy. Her left hand crushed my right breast, and my nipple caught between her fore and middle fingers as she tightened her grip, pinching it. The combination of the three different sensations pulsed through my body, building on each other. My orgasm came crashing down on me. I threw back my head and screamed as I lost control of my body, everything spasming from my core to my thighs.
Megan was relentless, never letting up on her thrusting. I writhed, arching my back and thrusting my hips as she continued stimulating me until a second, even more, massive orgasm crashed over me. A gush of fluids left my pussy, and I passed out, my vision going black as I surrendered to the throes of my body. Only then did Megan stop, holding me tightly as the spasms continued to go through my body.
When I regained my senses, I never felt so sated in my life. I was limp, and if I hadn't already been reclined back against Megan, I would have collapsed into a heap. "Oh, my God," I repeatedly panted until I got my breathing under control.
Megan breathed into my ear, "Did you enjoy that?"
"Oh, god, Megan, I don't think I've ever come so hard," I said.
Over the next two hours, I got the opportunity to make Megan scream a couple of times. We ended up in the sixty-nine position so we could come together. By the time I was ready to leave, I had called home to let Grace and the boys know I was running late and to have dinner without me. I promised Matthew and Mark I'd dish when I returned home. Megan let me borrow a pair of her panties so I wouldn't have to drive home commando.
April 1993
We celebrated Mark's 15th birthday by going to Disneyland for the day. Grace and Kathy begged off since I invited Megan to accompany us. Matthew and Mark were looking forward to spending the day with her. Megan was surprised but pleased when I invited her to go with us. I told her Mark had asked me if Megan could go with us.
I had invited her to my place several times so she could meet Matthew, Mark, and Grace, and they hit it off right away. Since I had been regaling her with tales of them, she had been prepared to meet with them. I couldn't tell you how happy that made me. I know Megan was nervous about it, but I reassured her that Matthew and Mark assured me they would accept her because they trusted me.
We met at the main gate before going in together. As the day progressed, I felt Megan was holding something back from me. I didn't pursue it because this was Mark's day, and I was sure Megan would let me know what it was, so I just let it go. I was sure she would tell me eventually.
In any event, Matthew and Mark really enjoyed having Megan there. Megan enjoyed her time with the boys and even felt comfortable holding hands with me while Matthew and Mark were with us.
I discovered what had made Megan on edge yesterday while at Disneyland. When we finished class, she invited me for coffee across the street, as was usual. Once we settled in with our drinks, I asked, "What's bothering you, Megan? I noticed you were on edge all day yesterday and even today."
Megan looked down at her hands, nervously fiddling with her coffee cup. She heaved a big sigh and said, "I didn't want to spoil Mark's birthday, but I got wonderful news yesterday."
I looked at Megan with, I'm sure, a puzzled look on my face and said, "I don't get it. If it's wonderful news, why are you acting like it's the end of the world?"
"I found out yesterday morning that I am being offered a tenured position at MIT, starting with the fall semester," Megan blurted out, trying to smile but failing miserably.
I sat there, stunned. I remembered Megan mentioning that she had applied for several teaching positions. I hadn't realized that her search was nationwide. Now I understood why it was excellent news and terrible news at the same time.
"I ... I see," I said, trying to grasp all of the implications. "That is wonderful news, as far as your career goes. Not so great as far as our relationship goes," I finished with a heavy sigh.
Megan reached over with her hands and took both of mine in hers. We sat there for a minute, soaking in the thoughts that were foremost in our heads.
Megan locked eyes with me, and I could see her pain in them as she said, "I'm going to accept the offer."
It hurt when I heard that, but I could understand why she would do it. I squeezed her hands and said, "I understand. I wouldn't ask you not to. What an incredible opportunity. I'm happy for you, despite what it means for us."
Megan said, "And I won't beg you to come with me. I know your family is here, so here you must stay. Oh, Virginia, I wish we could have worked out."
