Lessons For The Professor

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"Dutch" it these days, and so it seemed natural that Brad and Simone would start "dating" officially when school started.

Though Dutch wasn't exactly certain what "dating" meant these days, in the era of "hookups" and the subtle distinctions the young ones drew between "dating" and "seeing someone" and "involved"...it was all so complicated, now. Back in his day you were "going together", or you were not, and everyone knew exactly what the difference was.

He scanned the room himself. "No, I don't think so. Or at least I don't remember seeing her here." And I'd remember, he thought. Simone wasn't a girl you would be likely not to notice, or would forget easily after.

Brad looked surprised and a little disappointed. 'Oh. Well, it's just that she said to meet her after your class..." He shrugged and pulled out his phone 'I'll text her," he announced, unnecessarily. Of course he would. That's all they did nowadays: text, text, text...nobody actually talked to each other anymore.
 
Simone huffed in equal parts annoyance and relief as she finally pushed the door to the lecture hall open, dark tendrils of damp hair lightly whipping at her back as she moved. She’d overslept because of an alarm mishap and rushed into the shower. Then she’d thrown on a pair of skinny jeans and a crop top made out of sweatshirt material and sprinted across campus in her fave pair of ankle boots. She assumed it was Brad texting her when her phone chimed in the back pocket of her jeans, lightly vibrating against her denim-clad butt.

“Sorry, sorry. My phone alarm. Thought I hit snooze.” She sighed upon entering the room, nursing a cherry-flavored hard candy that had melted considerably since she’d left her apartment. She smiled apologetically at both men, one her boyfriend, the other her professor/her boyfriend's dad.

“Didn’t realize how late I was. Forgive me?”
 
Oh, that's a nice package, Dutch thought as he looked over his son's girlfriend. "No need to apologize to me", he said, hefting the briefcase. "You're a grown-up girl; you can skip class if you want." Very grown up in some ways, but very much still a child in others... Kids these days were such a paradox. "But you'll have to borrow someone's notes: There's a quiz on Tuesday over the material we covered today." He liked to give frequent quizzes early in the term. Not hard ones, but it tended to keep the students focused and on task, especially first and second year students.

Brad shook his head, not exasperated, exactly, but he had always been a stickler for punctuality, even as a child. "It's okay, babe," he said, though Dutch didn't think he was being entirely honest. But he mentally shrugged. Not my circus, not my monkey...

"Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy whatever it was you were going to do," Dutch said. "Simone, nice to see you. Brad," he said, giving his son a brief hug. He turned and walked out of the lecture hall, headed across campus to his office. He had open hours today, but he wanted to go over tomorrow's lecture first.

Brad turned to Simone. "So, you wanna get something to eat?" He moved in close and threw one arm around her waist. 'Or do you wanna find a quiet corner somewhere...?" he husked into her ear before kissing her hard on the mouth.
 
Simone rolled her red-striped tongue across her soft mouth once her candy had completely dissolved; she missed the sensation of something hard between her lips almost immediately.

“Okay.” She was grateful that Mr. Johnson was so cool about her absence, especially since it was one she hadn’t planned. Even though she was best friends and roommates with the professor’s daughter, that didn’t mean she intended to take advantage of his kindness. She certainly hoped he wouldn’t presume that of her. “I’ll be here early next time,” she promised, rocking back on her heels as her professor gathered his belongings and bid her and Brad goodbye.

She turned to her beau and smiled up at him, touched by the brief display of sentiment between father and son. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling lightly as Brad slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. “Hmm—” she giggled softly into their kiss, her hands gently pressing to his chest.

It seemed he had a certain preference between the options he’d presented. And she hadn’t seen him all week…

"Quiet corner."
 
Brad grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that..." He quickly led the way out of the hall, out the main entrance, and down the narrow greenway between the lecture hall and the next building. "In here," he said, indicating a place where the shrubbery hung down like a weeping willow. Under the drooping branches, the enclosed area was quite hidden, though a bit cramped.

As he pulled her into the green-dappled space he said, "I was cutting between buildings the other day looking for a shortcut to my next class, and I saw this place, and I wondered...maybe?" He turned to her and planted a real kiss on her mouth, parting her lips with his tongue to find her own eager fleshy appendage, playing hide-and-seek between their teeth, probing, sliding, twining...

His hands went in two directions, one hand sliding down to slip under the waist of her skinny jeans in the back to caress her back just above her ass; the tightness of the jeans defeated his moving lower. His other hand slid effortlessly under the hem of the crop-top to cup and squeeze and fondle her full, heavy breast...
 
Simone figured it’d be prudent to stop by her professor’s office sometime this week, but right now her thoughts were entirely with Brad. They had lost time to make up for, after all. She followed closely behind him, arching her dark brow and smirking when she realized to where he was leading them. It was certainly a ‘quiet corner’, but obviously in public at the same time. Thankfully, she wasn’t the type of girl to worry about being caught. In fact, the prospect of someone overhearing them fuck, maybe even getting an eyeful, exhilarated her.

Maybe?” Simone hummed softly, easily leaning in to her boyfriend’s embrace. She lifted her arms and circled them around his broad shoulders, polished fingertips grazing the finer hairs at the base of his nape. She tilted her head and parted her full lips, granting him access without hesitating. She grinned into Brad's possessive kiss as his warm hand groped her breast, a low moan shaking loose between their smacking lips. She pressed closer to his hips until they were flush, slipping her right hand down to the front of his pants. Spreading her fingers, Simone squeezed and rubbed Brad's cock through his fly.
 
He moaned into her mouth at the feel of her fingers squeezing and rubbing at his boner. Already half-hard at the thought of what he had in mind when he brought her here, he was at full rise in only a moment. His hand, defeated at reaching her ass, instead moved to push her top up over her wondrous orbs, baring them. Keeping the one hand in place pinching and teasing her rapidly-hardening nipple, he broke the kiss to drop his mouth to suck and lick greedily at the other.

"Damn, baby, you drive me crazy when you do that," he husked roughly as his free hand dropped to work at the button and zipper of the jeans. Once open, he tried to slide his fingers down across her smooth belly to find the target he sought, but once again the tight jeans defeated him just short of his goal.

"Shit," he said as he dropped both hands to slide under the waistband at her hips, skinning the close denim little by little down over her hips, "why do you have to wear these tight pants? Next time wear some yoga pants or sweats or something easier to get into..."
 
Simone loved that Brad was hard already. She could taste his urgency; feel his cock thickening beneath her hand, straining in his clothing just to get at her. “I missed you,” she purred, peeking between them as he rolled her top up to reveal the generous swells of her breasts. She shivered as the crisp air caressed her rosy nipples. She giggled and grazed the back of Brad’s skull with her trimmed fingernails, welcoming his fingers and mouth to her stiffening buds.

Simply grinning in response as Brad rushed to get his get his fly open, Simone huddled close to her boyfriend and fit her hands into the open flaps of his jeans. She pushed them down to the top of his thighs, then tunneled her fingers into the opening of his underwear, curling her fingers around his cock and gently drawing out his erect length. She giggled at his frustration, leaning up on her toes to kiss his neck as he struggled to rid her of her jeans.

“Next time you wanna fuck in the bushes, I’ll wear something easier to take off. Promise.” Reluctantly, Simone let go of Brad’s erection to help him with her skinny jeans. She wriggled and managed to push them down around her knees. Smirking up at Brad, Simone exhaled,“at least I didn’t wear panties?”
 
Brad went back to sucking and licking at the one nipple while pinching, plucking, and squeezing the other. "Baby, you know I wanna fuck you anytime, anywhere--in the bushes, in the library, in the car, in the theater...anywhere..."

Now without impediment his fingers dove hungrily into her dampening folds to find and drub her bald clit. He bucked his hips forward a little, bringing his pipe-hard pole into contact with her belly, leaving a tiny shiny trail of pre-cum across her silken skin. "Keep doing what you were doing," he whispered hoarsely. "Keep playing with me...I love what you do with your hands, and your mouth..."
 
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“You’re so romantic… ” Simone grinned, lightly tugging the ends of Brad’s hair as his hot mouth enveloped her puffed nipple. She pushed her bare chest into her boyfriend’s face, indulging in the gentle scratch of his facial hair upon her smooth skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, moaning softly as the back of Brad’s teeth abraded the sensitive nerves on peaks of her breasts. They were young and in lust, happily fucking everywhere they could. Brad was attentive, good-looking, and he knew how to satisfy. What more could a girl ask for? His lack of eloquence was something she could easily overlook.

She parted her thighs instinctively, possessively gripping the back of his neck as his fingers massaged her clit. Licking her lips as his hard cock brushed against her taut stomach, Simone trailed her hand back down below Brad’s waist. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and stroked him slowly, but firmly from tip to base.

"What would you love me to do with my mouth right now?"

She wanted to hear him say it.
 
Brad groaned into her breast as her warm fingers found and caressed his hot, throbbing pole once again. He moved his hips back and forth, matching and meeting the stroking motion of her hand. "Oh, God, baby..." he gasped. "That feels so good..." In all his short life he'd never imagined he'd find one like her, lusty and wicked and as horny as himself, ready to play at a moment's notice regardless of time, place, or propriety.

He lifted his face from sucking and nibbling her little pink gum-drop nipple and looked into her shining, expectant eyes. He knew exactly what to say. He'd never heard of a girl who liked oral as much as she did, and he loved it.

"I want you to suck me, baby," he said, low and intense. "Suck me until my brain explodes. Suck it and lick it and swallow it." Gripping a handful of hair at the back of her head, he pushed downward to indicate where he wanted her. "Suck...my...cock!" he hissed fiercely.
 
Simone grinned as Brad nudged his hips forward, urging his cock between her enclosed fingers, impatiently thrusting into her fist. She couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Johnson would think if he happened upon the pair of them. Would he interrupt and scold them while his son’s cock throbbed in her hands? Or would he watch them from afar, enviously palming his own cock through his slacks? Simone often wondered what it’d be like if Brad’s father caught them one day. She wasn’t sure why—it was just one of those things that crept into her thoughts occasionally and flitted away.

She bit her bottom lip as Brad huskily surrendered the words she wanted to hear. Simone squeezed the thickest part of his shaft accordingly, her own clit pulsing as she lowered her sights to her boyfriend’s stiff dick. Releasing her lip from between her front teeth as Brad grasped her dark mane, Simone exhaled and eagerly sunk to a crouched position before him. She grasped his bare hip with her left hand for balance, and then she guided his erect length to her lips with her right. Leaning forward, she brushed her soft, warm mouth over his shiny helmet. She painted her lips with his pre-cum and slowly licked it off. “Say please,” she taunted, breathing against his bulbous tip and smirking as she peered up into Brad’s keen eyes.
 
Brad looked down at her upturned face. It was part of the game, of course. "Please," he whispered, nudging the swollen head of his member against her full, moist lips. "Pretty please. With sugar on top."

Sounds drifted in from outside; voices, and footsteps coming down the greenway between the buildings. He ignored them, concentrating instead on the delicious anticipation of what he knew would be following on his request.
 
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Simone’s lips curved in a sweet smile when Brad played along; he was obviously willing to say whatever was necessary to get his cock inside of her mouth and she really couldn’t blame him. She puckered her peachy lips and granted a soft kiss to his swollen head. A little token of affection.

When he prodded, she opened her mouth just enough to envelope his shiny tip and suck. She purred in delight as the salt of his arousal coated her tongue and stuck to her taste-buds. She tightened her fingers around his hard shaft and began to stroke it into her mouth. The weight of his meaty cock against her tongue made her squirm and squeeze her thighs together.

Simone could hear other coeds milling around nearby, but she didn’t break eye contact as she worked her boyfriend's erection between her lips. He’d been such a good sport. It would’ve been cruel to stop now.
 
Brad tilted his head back and groaned softly as she established a rhythm, rocking his hips in time to her oral movements, his head resting lightly on her glossy dark tresses. He loved the feel of her rough tongue on his frenum and ridge, the pressure of his swollen head against the roof of her mouth, the twisting motion she adopted as her hand followed her lips in perfect time...

The voices and footsteps stopped at the sound of his moan, quiet as he'd tried to be. A moment of silence was followed by the careful rustle of a hand moving leaves aside. He glanced to the side to see a cute female face framed amid foliage, eyes wide as she peeped through the opening. "Oh my God..." he heard her gasp as her face quickly disappeared. "What?" another female voice asked curiously, then a different female face appeared at the opening. He grinned and winked at her. That face disappeared, also. "I can't believe it," the first voice said in a low whisper, then it reappeared at the opening while a hand moved to spread the leaves at a different place and the second face appeared again. This time neither face disappeared, only watched in rapt silence.

Brad looked down at Simone's exquisite face, her lips locked hungrily around his cock. She must have presented quite a sight, her luscious orbs exposed and swinging free, skinny jeans around her knees and her beautiful bare ass hanging out.

"Babe," he said softly, grinning wickedly, "we seem to have an audience. What say we give them a good show?"
 
Each time Brad rocked his hips forward, the fat head of his cock bumped the back of Simone’s throat. She pressed her fingernails into his thigh, suppressing her natural urge to gag as best she could. Her honey eyes watered as she fought to keep her gaze fixed upon her boyfriend’s face. Simone swallowed as he filled her mouth entirely, squeezing his thick shaft and sucking his warm pre-cum down into her belly.

“Mmm,” she moaned deeply, bobbing her head with increased vigor as Brad’s desirous groans provided encouragement. The rustling in the bushes and the soft gasps of the girls who discovered them did little to distract Simone from her efforts. She liked that they were watching and she dipped her unoccupied hand between her bare thighs to fondle her precious clit accordingly. Humming in approval of Brad’s suggestion, hot lips vibrating around his slick, hard cock, Simone brushed her fingertips over the flushed sac between his sturdy legs. She used her thumb to rub his balls in firm, tight circles, laving the underside of his stiff length with her eager tongue.

Those girls could look, but he was hers and only hers to touch.
 
Brad was relishing it, not only that he was getting a first-class blowjob, but that two cuties were watching. He glanced to the side; one's face was flushed, while the other bit her lip. He could just barely make out their shapes through the leaves, and he was pretty sure he could see one of them massaging her groin...

But he turned his attention back to Simone. God, what a woman! How had he been so lucky? He dismissed the thought; it didn't matter. What mattered was that she had her lips locked around his raging cock, coaxing him closer and closer to cumming, the exquisite glide and slide of her lips along his length, the slow smooth caress of her hand lubricated by her saliva, the electric tingle that shot through his body whenever her teeth lightly rasped across the ridge of his helmet...

He was tempted to just stay where he was and blow his load in her mouth, it felt so good. But he had another plan in mind that finally--after a struggle--won out. "Baby, that's beautiful, wonderful...but I wanna feel myself inside you..." He put his hands on her shoulders, urging her to stand.
 
Though her legs were starting to feel the strain of crouching, Simone happily carried on Brad’s blowjob. She squeezed his engorged shaft between her wet fingers and adjusted her footing to maintain her balance, keeping up her enthusiastic pace. She hadn’t forgotten that the plan was to sneak off for a quick fuck, but she’d gotten wrapped up in showing off for their admirers. It wasn’t her fault that she and Brad made such a fascinating couple; nor was it her fault that she genuinely loved sucking him off, slurping down every drop of hot cum that burst between her flushed lips, every chance that she got. Maybe later, she thought when her boyfriend signaled her to stand.

She opened her mouth and eased off of his slick cock, grinning proudly as it sprung free from confinement and bumped her left cheek. Simone grasped Brad’s hips and pushed up to her feet, sighing as she finally got to stretch her legs. “Sucking your cock always gets me—” she paused wickedly, glancing toward the bushes as her fingers lingered between her thighs. Cupping her hot cunt and rolling her middle finger over her plump clit, she finished, “—so wet." She turned to Brad then with a deliberate smile on her lips. Reaching up to his handsome face, she grazed the strong line of his jaw with her shiny fingertips. "Fuck me... before your dad catches us.”
 
Brad was confused for just a moment. His dad? His dad was somewhere across campus, sitting in his office. Why would she mention his dad just now? But the taste of her lips on his drove all other thoughts away as his hands automatically cupped and fondled her magnificent tits, playing with the little goose-bumps that stood up on her areolas and rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.

When the kiss broke he took her shoulders and turned her against the wall so that her firm, round, smooth ass cheeks were towards him. His turgid cock, missing the warmth of her mouth terribly, was soon gliding in and out between her thighs, taking advantage of her leaking pussy juices to get good and lubed up. He glanced once at their audience, then gripped the base of his shaft and pushed the head in between her wet labia, moving it up and down in her wet channel before positioning himself at her entrance.

With one slow, smooth, steady push he entered her, reveling in the clench and spread of her walls at his invasion. In, in, deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out, his ball sack resting on her damp lips, belly flush against her warm ass-flesh.

"Oh, baby," he breathed, "you feel so good around my dick..." He could feel every ripple and pulse of her adjusting pelvic muscles, the friction of his taut helmet and ridge sliding and gliding against that pressure almost sending him over the edge prematurely. But he mastered himself, and began a slow but steady back and forth thrusting, holding onto her hips for leverage. "Yeah, baby...this is what I needed..."
 
Simone hadn’t intended to infer anything by her comment about Brad’s father; she’d forgotten the remark just as soon as it’d left her mouth actually. It’d only crossed her mind that they’d just been with the professor a few minutes ago and there had been potential for his face to be the one to peer through the bushes instead of those two girls who’d discovered them. When they kissed, air squeezing from her lungs, Brad’s warm fingers groping at her swollen nipples, Simone expelled an indulgent moan into her boyfriend’s mouth.

A thin thread of saliva joined their lips even at the end of their kiss, snapping back against her soft mouth as Brad turned her toward the building’s wall. Lifting her hands to cushion herself from the worn brick-face, she turned her head to peek over her shoulder. Simone grinned as Brad guided his erection between her legs, purposefully rubbing back and forth along her soaked folds. She purred at the delicious friction and gripped the edge of the wall with her fingertips, bending at her waist slightly just as Brad’s tip pushed between her slick cunt lips.

She quivered as his thick length filled her, pleasantly stretching her tight hole to accommodate his beautiful cock. Simone sighed and slowly wound her hips, relishing the pressure of Brad’s pelvis against her backside and the heat of his body against hers. She side-eyed him as he began to thrust into her from behind, brushing particularly sensitive spots inside of her pussy with the underside of his bulbous cockhead.

“Mmm …harder… ” she moaned, pushing up onto her toes and reaching down with her left hand to clasp Brad’s hand on her hip.
 
Oh, he loved when she moaned like that! Her stance, with the skinny jeans around her knees, kept her from spreading her legs, but that only intensified the pressure along the sides of his turgid shaft... He picked up the pace, each thrust now making her ass cheeks jiggle. He twined his hand in her long, dark, silken tresses to get greater leverage, feeling the sweat-dampness of her, loving the little squelching noises from her swollen pink lips as he pistoned in and out...

He glanced sideways to where the watchers stood; through the undergrowth he could make out rhythmic movements, and knew that at least one of them was playing with herself, her hand buried in her pants and moving in time to his rocking motions. He grinned and turned his attention back to the beauty before him, reaching forward with his free hand to capture and tweak one of those luscious swaying orbs. Little sweat beads began to appear on is lip, his forehead as he drew closer and closer to his own moment of truth.
 
Simone groaned her boyfriend’s name, trembling as his thick cock pushed deep inside of her tight pussy. The sudden pressure of his thrusts was intense, making her white-knuckle the edge of the building. The fullness she now felt inside was so gratifying, warming her from the inside out. Heat flooded her nape at the introduction of Brad’s fingers to the roots of her soft mane. Her puffed clit throbbed. Her slick pussy dripped. She rolled her hips backward quickly, eagerly responding to the tight grip of his fingers in her hair.

“Mmm fuck!” Simone mewled, her swollen, juicy walls pulsing possessively around Brad’s hard cock as he pounded into her harder from behind. Blushing from head to toe, dripping between her hot thighs as his coarse fingertips brushed her sensitive nipples, Simone pressed her teeth into her bottom lip and whined. Her eyes slammed shut as she relished the exquisite fucking she was getting, moaning until her voice went hoarse. Her back arched suddenly as a warm burst of pleasure flooded through her and she shuddered, generously spilling her sweet cum.
 
It was what he had been waiting for, and just in time, too--he couldn't hold out himself very much longer.

Her juices cascaded around his stiff pole as he gave himself permission to spew, and he released jet after jet of viscous, sticky white seed deep within her tightness, filling her to the brim. He grunted and gasped involuntarily as he held her hip close against him, muscles straining and shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over him, rebounding to crash again on the return.

Whimpers came from somewhere on the outside, but he neither knew nor cared which of the watchers issued them. He leaned forward, his chest heaving, resting his head on Simone's damp back. "Fuck, baby..." he gasped out hoarsely. "Fuck..."

They simply stood, breathing hard, resting against the brick of the building, his emanations mixing and mingling with hers as they lazily wended their way down the inside of her thighs. "That's it--I'm calling Tommy. I need a hard cock right now" one of the two watchers exclaimed as they moved off, the show now over...
 
Simone quivered as her boyfriend climaxed inside of her, flooding the spasming walls of her cunt with his thick, hot cum. Her soft lips parted in a soundless cry of bliss as she sank back into his hips, blindly grasping onto his waist for stability. She grinned as Brad’s warm breath beat against her back, his sweat-drenched hair tickling her skin while he rested his head between her shoulders. They were both out of breath, but thoroughly satisfied. “Mmm, I know,” she purred, grinding just a little against him, lazily working the last few drops of release from his trembling cock.

"Thank you... I think we both needed that."
 
Brad just stood there for a moment, chest heaving as he caught his breath, feeling himself shrink inside Simone until finally he grew soft enough that some small movement of hers caused him to pop out all on his own. He backing away from her finally, he wearily reached down to pull up his pants, retrieving the handkerchief he'd begun carrying soon after beginning to date Simone: with her, one never knew when one would have to wipe up.

Taking a few swipes at himself, he mutely extended the cloth to his girlfriend. As she busied herself, he took out his phone and checked it. "I have practice, and then there's a meeting at the Frat I have to attend after," he said. "So I won't be able to see you tonight. Good thing we found some time together," he grinned at her, lightly kissing the side of her head.
 
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