GRADUATION DAY

by CAITLYN WILLOWS Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com

Graduation Day An Amber Quill Press Book This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright 2004 by Caitlyn Willows ISBN 1-59279-264-2 Cover Art 2004 Trace Edward Zaber Layout and Formatting Provided by: ElementalAlchemy.com Published in the United States of America

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Chapter 1
Lily Palmer ducked into her advanced sociology class well ahead of her classmates. She had to, in order to get her prime, viewing seat, not that it was the most sought after--most of the girls fought over front row privileges. But Lily knew a good thing when she'd found it. Tucked in the back, she could watch in relative obscurity, indulge her every fantasy, and no one would ever be the wiser. She slid onto the wooden seat and clutched her stack of books while she waited for the room to fill. With the buzzer, the final person scooted into place and he came out of the adjoining office. She'd played hell trying to keep her 4.0 grade point average this last year of college with Greg Nordstrom as her professor. He looked like he should be gracing the cover of a magazine, not teaching college. Light brown hair scuffed the collar of his blue-gray pullover. Matching Dockers hugged his round ass. He was ruggedly handsome with that just-out-of-doors look. Muscles flexed in his arms with the slightest flick of his long, thick fingers. He was to die for and every female on campus knew it. They'd sniffed him out the second he'd started working here last fall and every class was packed. Lily's nipples strained against her silk blouse. She'd doffed her bra in the restroom right before class just to feel the material brush against her flesh and imagine it was his hand, his lips pebbling her. Her breath caught. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. No need to draw attention to herself...not now. "All right, people. Time for the final exam." He dropped a stack of test papers at the head of each row and returned to the lectern while they sifted back one at a time. Lily waited until all heads bent to the task. This was her chance. She loved his tests and treasured the privacy they gave her. No one paid her an ounce of attention. The coast was clear. She hiked up her skirt until her ass was pressed against the wooden seat. Shifting, she worked her thong until it slipped into the folds of her cunt and nestled her clit in a tight sling. Her hand breezed across the sheet of paper, answering the questions as if by rout while she ogled Professor Nordstrom from under her brows. Crossing her legs, she began a slow swing. Cotton rasped against her clit. Yes. She imagined his tongue flicking her to and fro, circling, teasing. His fingers would dig deep into her buttocks, nailing her in place, forcing her to take the lashing. A quiver wiggled down her spine at the thought of that word. What would he do if she didn't obey him? She glanced at him. He wore a soft leather belt. One smack across her bare bottom... A gush of wetness soaked her thong. Lily curled her fingers over the front edge of the small wooden desk. Her knuckles whitened under the grip. She couldn't cry out now! No matter how much she longed to fall into her fantasy. If she came...and she would...she always did...she didn't dare make a sound. She stared at the test paper, throwing down answers as quickly as her hand could write. What would he do if she knew what she was doing? What would he say? **** "Miss Palmer!" Lily snapped her spine upright. Her leg stopped in mid-swing. She forced her legs to uncross. Professor Nordstrom

hovered over her. His lips were set in a tight, yet full, line. She longed to trace her finger over them, testing their softness, then press her mouth to his and slip her tongue deep into his throat. She raked her gaze upward and found stern, brown eyes staring a laser hole into her very soul. "May I ask what you think you're doing?" Masturbating, sir? She'd be the laughing stock of the college. "Taking the final, Professor Nordstrom." "Really?" His eyebrow lifted with the question. He pointed at her paper. "I don't think that's what I'd call it." The heat of his body wafted around her. Lily longed to lean into his broad chest, to yank his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and peel the fabric off him. She'd tickle her fingers up his washboard stomach. Her tongue would follow until it found his flat nipples. They'd harden under her lips. She'd nip the bud with her teeth, reveling in his unstrained groan. "Look!" She forced herself to glance down at the paper. Horror widened her eyes. Gibberish! Nothing more than scrawls of lines and whorls! A kindergarten student would have done better. She wasn't going to graduate! Her 4.0 GPA was screwed. Lily struggled for words. Nothing came from her throat but a squeak. "I don't..." He braced his knuckles on the tiny desk. "You've made a mockery of this class, Miss Palmer." She shook her head. "I...I..." "Up to the front of the class, young lady." Swallowing her fear, Lily forced herself out of the desk. Her butt cheeks squeaked against the wood as she slid forward. When she stood, the back of her skirt stuck under the top edge of the thong. She fumbled to cover herself. "Don't bother." He whacked his hand against her bottom. Lily bit her bottom lip to keep the moan from escaping. Her clit throbbed for attention. "Move." Another whack propelled her forward, her bottom on full display for the entire class to see. Snickers followed her progress. She glanced at one of the guys--Harold. They took chemistry together. He didn't bother to hide the full erection bulging his jeans. In fact, he rubbed his hand down the length. Reaching her destination, Lily turned and faced the class. Her face was as warm as her bottom. Professor Nordstrom shoved books and papers to one side of his own desk, then patted the worn wooden surface. "Sit here, facing the class." Lily did as ordered. The wood was cool on her bottom. She kept her gaze focused on the gray linoleum, afraid to see the glee on her classmates' faces. "Scoot back, Miss Palmer. Legs wide...and show everyone how you chose to spend valuable class time." She couldn't. She just couldn't. Yet her pussy burned, hot and wet, from the urge to do so. Long fingers curled over her shoulders. Professor Nordstrom pulled her back on the desk. "Reluctant? Then I'll show them for you." "Oh, yes...Greg...please." Her nipples strained for his mouth around them. The crotch of her thong was nothing more than a soggy waste. Her clit pressed against the cotton like a tiny erection. Her legs parted of their own volition. "Anxious, aren't you?" He rolled her to one side and smacked her ass hard. "You'll do what I tell you now, understand?"

Body aching with need, Lily nodded. "Good," he said. "Panties off. And stay on your back." She peeled the flimsy material off and crumpled them in her fist. "Now--" He flipped the hem of her skirt up. "Open your legs and show the class your obsession." Lily closed her eyes and spread her thighs. The scent of her sex drifted to her. She heard Professor Nordstrom's sharp intake of breath and dared a look. A log of a hard-on was wedged down the leg of his trousers. One yank of his zipper and she could fish him out, draw him to her mouth... One long, thick finger shoved deep into her pussy paralyzed her. A groan tore from her throat. Another finger eased into her anus. Good God, she was going to come right now and he hadn't even touched her clit! She fumbled for a handhold along the edge of the desk. Slowly, he thrust in and out, touching her in places she'd never been touched before. Her clit screamed for attention, begged for satisfaction. Greg chuckled above her, obviously enjoying his exquisite torture. "Now, my sweet Miss Palmer...show the class. You know you want to. You know you have to." He tugged her hand to her pussy. Lily cried out with the first touch of her fingers against her clit. The ache was too much. He thrust again--deeper, harder. She circled the throbbing point just as hard, demanding the orgasm she so desperately craved. It hit her hard. Her back arched away from the unyielding desk. Her ass plopped into it with the dying quivers. She lay there spent, staring up at his pulsing cock. The front of his pants was damp with pre-cum. Greg yanked her to her feet. "Now...back to your desk." He punctuated his order with a smack to her bottom. "And you'd better pray you finish that test right way, young lady, or there'll be hell to pay." Lily had barely gotten six feet when the buzzer rang. Panic stricken, she stood in the middle of the aisle while the students swarmed into the hallway. The door slammed with the exit of the last person. Now what was she going to do? "Looks like someone's screwed." She heard the laughter in his voice. Damn it, she needed that A! She was screwed...almost. Flicking open the buttons on her blouse, Lily faced him. "I'd do anything for that A, Professor Nordstrom." He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest. "Well, what do you know? Prim and proper on the outside...bad and horny on the inside." She let the blouse slip from her shoulders. "Very horny...for you. How can a girl possibly concentrate with a man like you walking around, boasting a hard-on that would shame a horse?" The skirt fell next. She stepped out of it without missing a beat. "I'm very bad. All I can think about is you. Your dick inside me, fucking me until I feel like my insides will bust. You don't know how many times I've made myself come just thinking about you." He grabbed her wrist and yanked her across those last few feet, until she was tight against his chest. "You don't think I've seen you? Every day wiggling that leg until the orgasm shudders through you. Teasing me. Taunting me." "I've been very bad." She unhooked his belt buckle. "So very, very bad." A jerk of her wrist pulled the belt through all its loops. She doubled it, then placed it in his open palm. Greg stared, unblinking, into her steady gaze. She knew he knew what she needed, and Lily knew he'd give it to her. She snapped his fly button open and slid the zipper down. Her hand followed. His cock surged into her palm. She caressed the length, reveling in his clenched jaw. Slowly, she grazed her body down his until his dick was nestled firmly between her breasts. She held them there, moistening the valley between with the drops of pre-cum that dotted the slit at the swollen, purple head. "Tease," he ground out. "I'm a bad girl."

"Very." He slapped the leather over her backside. Lily groaned and descended on his cock. Stroke after stroke burned her ass and swelled her clit to double its size. The throbbing between her legs mirrored that in his dick. She sucked him hard, gently massaging his hard sack of balls as she did so. One hand cupped her head as he fucked her mouth; the other rained deliciously hot smacks over her butt. His balls tightened. He was going to come. Lily dove her hand between her legs. "No." He popped her hard. "Bad girls don't get to come yet. Argh..." Hot, salty semen spurted into her mouth. The belt clattered to the floor as he grabbed her head with both hands and jerked spasmodically. Lily milked him dry, and thanked God he still stood fully hard. She might just get that fucking after all. Greg hauled her to her feet, then bent her face-down over his desk. Big hands rubbed her ass, as sweet kisses followed the caress. He pushed her thighs apart and found her clit. "Please fuck me until I come," she begged. "I'll be good from now on." "You'd better or you know what will happen." Knew and craved it. Clutching her hips, he shoved his dick deep into her. Lily reared back on a gasp. His fingers slipped around to her clit. All she could do was hold on. Thrust after thrust beat into her horny body. Never in her life had she ever gotten it this...thoroughly. Long fingers danced around her clit. She came hard, fighting to keep from screaming. Greg wouldn't let up. Sensitive from coming, Lily tried to wiggle from his touch. A couple of smacks on her ass changed her mind as blood pooled back into her clit. She came again. More smacks rained on her; her body responded instantly. His thrusts intensified, pounding, beating mercilessly into her. When she came again, he jammed hard, coming with her. Panting for breath, he collapsed on top of her. "Man, you are the hottest piece of ass I've ever had." Lily chuckled. "And don't forget bad." "Very bad." "Think I'll get that A now?" "Oh, you'll definitely get an A out of this one, Miss Palmer." **** "Miss Palmer?" Lily jerked herself out of her daydream. "What, Professor Nordstrom?" She glanced around. All the other students had left. She was standing at his lectern as he looked over her test. "I said you'll definitely get an A out of this one. The detail in your answers--" "Thank you. It's been a pleasure having you as a teacher. Will I see you at graduation?" "Absolutely. I wouldn't miss it." She smiled. "Good. I can't wait." Graduation day. Yep, she was going to have this man or die trying. All she had to do was wait until graduation day, then no one could say a damn thing. And, if he turned her down, she wouldn't have to face him ever again. "'Bye." Lily hurried from the class before she jumped him right then and there.

Chapter 2
Greg Nordstrom watched the prim little blonde walk away. Maybe now he could leave the damn lectern. Having her in his class all year had been murder. Thank God it was the last class of the day. At least there wasn't too big a chance anyone would spot his massive hard-on. She was a looker...smart, too. Greg had wanted her from day one. Watching her do that little thing with her leg all year... He shuddered and palmed his erection. His jockey shorts were already damp from drops of pre-cum that had seeped out of him. Thankfully, that hadn't soaked through to his trousers. There were days it was all he could do to keeping from coming just watching her do her thing. She'd grip the edge of her desk as her orgasm built, then stiffen, widen her eyes, and let it wash through her without so much as a peep. God, how he longed to hear her cry out just once. To fuck her mindlessly until she begged to come, then groan unrestrainedly as she did so. He imagined her sprawled beneath him, taking his thrusts, legs tossed up in the air or wrapped around his waist with her heels deep in his butt cheeks. She'd ride him as hard as he did her. It was hell trying to teach when all he could think about was her body and what he wanted to do with it. Even without her little habit, Lily stood out in a crowd. Where ninety-nine percent of his female students openly pursued his attention, Lily held back, watching with deep green eyes. She wore skirts and blouses--no bra. Her pert, little breasts nudged their noses at the material as if seeking freedom or a mouth to caress them. Sensuality aside, she was also smart as a whip, well read and intelligent. The perfect woman...if only she wasn't his student. Much as Greg craved her, he couldn't risk losing his job. Fraternization of faculty and students was strictly forbidden. He'd be out on his ear with barely a moment's notice. And good luck finding a new teaching job in this economy. So he did the only thing he could do--sequester himself in his office once class ended and jerk off while he dreamed of her sweet cunt clutching him. How many other professors wound up beating off in their offices at the end of the day? Not many he bet. And after graduation day, Greg didn't expect to be either. Nope, come graduation day, he'd retire Rosy Palmer and her five sisters. The only Palmer for him was going to be a sweet piece named Lily. The only question that remained was--did he fuck her like crazy first or turn her over his knee for masturbating in class? Greg smiled. Hell, maybe both. He spun around for the privacy of his office. Graduation day couldn't come soon enough, and neither could he. His trousers pressed against his aching cock with every stride. His mind immediately flashed to the image of her belly rubbing against him in a silent plea for what they both needed--a hard fucking. Greg leaned against the door as he seated the lock. Her mouth would be heaven, sucking him deep while her long fingers cradled his balls. He let the surge swoop through him. If he dared move now, he'd have to leave with the janitor to keep everyone from seeing his jism-stained Dockers. Seconds passed. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn't even flick that away. She'd kneel before him, her long blonde hair drifting down her slim back... **** "You don't move until I tell you to," she purred. Greg stared down at her sensuous green eyes. She looked like a tigress on the prowl--ready to eat him up. Long fingers reached for his fly button. One flick opened it. She grasped the zipper with one hand and paused. A slow smile lifted her full lips. Eyes locked onto his, she traced the outline of his throbbing cock with thumb and forefinger. "Ahh..." He grabbed her wrist to hold her in place. Lily smacked his hand away. "I didn't tell you to move, did I?" Naked as the day she was born, she stood. Her hard, little nipples begged for his mouth. Before he could reach for her, she took a step back and held out her hand, palm up.

"Give me your belt." Greg didn't know if he was a little excited or scared witless. Still, he was plagued with images of having her bare-assed and over his knee--how could he fault her for wanting to play in that yard, too? Gazes locked, he released the buckle and pulled the soft leather through its loops. "Just remember, sweetheart. Tit for tat." That come-eat-me smile of hers grew as she closed her fingers around the belt. "Oh, you'll definitely get the tits...and I certainly intend to have the...tat." She shot a glance at his crotch. Greg swore she heated him with X-ray vision. Blood charged to his cock, swelling it more than it already was. "Hands behind your back." She grabbed his wrist and tugged it behind him. Greg hesitantly gave her the other. She snaked the leather around them both, then cinched them tight with the buckle. "I don't think that was what my mother intended when she gave the belt to me." Lily gave him a noncommittal, "Uhm," then stepped to his front. Long fingers made quick work of his zipper. Grabbing the waistband of trousers and shorts, she tugged down. His cock sprang free, the tip glistening with moisture. "I don't think I like this," he said. She gave a light laugh. "Then why are you leaking cum all over the place?" Lily pressed her body to his, then slowly slid downward, his cock pressed down as it left a trail of moisture up her flat belly. "Why do you think?" He clenched his jaw as her breasts caressed his dick. "Because I want to fuck you. I want to ram my cock into your pussy until we both come so many times neither of us will be able to walk out of here." "Impatience--" She knelt before him. "--will get us nowhere. Now...will it?" She punctuated the last word by twirling her tongue around the tip of his dick. Greg's knees buckled. He closed his eyes on a groan and fell back against the wall. The rasp of her tongue around the head felt like a thousand tiny fingers teasing him. She twirled around and around, speared the slit with feather-like torture, before continuing her assault once more. One of her hands grabbed the base of his cock; the other wiggled between his thighs to cup his balls. She gently massaged them while she stroked the length. "Oh, baby...Lily...please...ahh..." She sucked him deep and hard into her mouth. Greg's legs gave out. He slowly sank to the floor as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick. Her hands squeezed with every stroke, urging the cum right out of him. He felt his balls tighten, the tickle in his belly, the surge as his jism rushed to the starting gate. He was flat on his back now. The linoleum tile cold on his bare ass. His pants choked his ankles. And Lily worked him all the harder, sucking, massaging, stroking until... "Ah...ahhhh..." His hips thrust upward with the force of his orgasm. Lily held on, drawing him deeper into her hot mouth, sucking until he lay, spent, on the floor. "Good," she whispered. "So good." She dropped kisses to his semi-erect penis, to his balls, his thighs, then upward as she crawled her way to his face. Greg knew what she was doing before she did it, and he parted his lips, ready to receive her. She straddled his head, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers. Her clit was swollen to a deep red. Her pussy juices dripped like nectar from a buttercup. Her musky scent enticed him, wove a spell deep into his brain, and awoke his cock once more. He flicked his tongue against her clit. Lily tossed back her head on a soft sigh. Greg pulled back. "That won't do, Lily. You will not hold back. Do you understand me?" "And...and if I do hold back?" Lust weighted her eyelids.

"I'll turn you over my knee and whack that pretty little ass while I play with your cunt until I hear what I want out of you." A deep groan sagged her shoulders. Hands braced on the wall behind him, Lily wiggled her crotch into his face. Greg dove in like a starving man. Teeth rasping her clit, he stabbed her cunt with his tongue. She opened to him and he longed to ram his tongue all the way inside. Damn! If only she hadn't tied his hands behind his back! He'd thrust his fingers inside that hot little box and give her a tongue-lashing she'd never forget. He fumbled for the buckle at his wrists while he licked up her juices. Lily's cries rained upon him. The buckle released; the belt loosened. He was free! He surprised Lily and she jerked back. He dug his fingers into her ass, holding her in place while he flicked his tongue around her clit. She fell forward, pressing her breasts into the wall while he worked her over. "Get back in place, Lily." He caught her clit gently between his teeth. Lily cried out and returned to her original position--nestled on his face. "Good girl." Still he didn't relinquish his prize. Captured, he taunted the hardened jewel with his tongue. Lily's thigh muscles clutched his head. She tensed, head tossed back in her wild oblivion, mouth opened wide. "OhgodohgodohGOD!!!" She rode his face blindly to a finish, then collapsed to the floor by his side. "Not so fast, young lady." Greg hauled her upright then pushed her to all fours. "There's a little matter of a fucking." One hard thrust seated him deep into her molten cave. Greg pressed his fingers against her sensitive clit. She jerked against the touch, but he just kept fucking her. It didn't take her long to catch the rhythm, to give back what he was giving to her. Bodies slapped together as they struggled for simultaneous climax. She reared up against him, clutching for his head as her lips sought his. Tongues twined together, then parried. Lips locked, orgasm seized them in a body-quaking finish. **** Greg panted for breath as the last spurt left him. It always took a few minutes to collect himself after his fantasies. Every muscle in his body had come with him. Finally, he was able to pull the condom off his flaccid penis. As he did every day, he tucked the used rubber into the paper sack he'd brought his lunch in. Top rolled down tight, he shoved it deep into the trashcan and pulled his shorts and trousers back up. Three more days until graduation. And if she didn't want him as bad as he wanted her? Greg laughed at that idea. She stared at him constantly in class while she made herself come and she wasn't afraid of getting caught. Her eyes hungered for him. Her tongue licking over her full lips beckoned him. And Greg was going to see they were both satisfied.

Chapter 3
Lily shook with every step she took. Professor Nordstrom, Greg, had to be in the classroom or his office. She'd seen him walk that way after the graduation ceremony ended. It'd taken her way too long to follow him, but there was little else she could do. Her parents and sister were there. She couldn't gaff them off. There were congratulations from her fellow students and the other professors. And with each minute that ticked away, Lily prayed none of them would realize she wore nothing under her cap and gown but thigh-high hose and a lacy, low-cut bra. She'd sat on the stage with the rest of the honorees, quivering. And not from having to give a speech. He was there--perched in the first row. Lily guessed there wasn't more than ten feet between them. He was right in front of her, looking dangerously handsome in a gray pin-stripe suit. Sunglasses covered his eyes, but Lily swore there was the hint of a smile on his lips when he looked at her, and he looked at her a lot. Well, he looked in her direction a lot. She

couldn't tell for sure with those damn sunglasses if he was looking directly at her. But there was one moment... People in the audience were nodding off at the dean's long-winded commencement address. Greg's attention was hers. Lily dared the unthinkable--she plucked up her black gown ever so slightly, parted her legs, then slowly crossed them. Anyone sitting right in front of her--Greg--got an eyeful. One corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. He shifted his program over his crotch, but not before she caught sight of a little something herself--the biggest, hardest dick she'd ever laid eyes on. The urge to swing her leg was overwhelming. Lily uncrossed them quickly before fantasy carried her away. She prayed the moisture from her aroused state wouldn't leak through the gown. Why hadn't she at least worn panties? Finally, the agonizing ceremony was over. Family, friends, and faculty swarmed the graduates. Lily watched her heart's desire stroll toward the classrooms. It still took a good thirty minutes to free herself. After promises to meet her family for dinner and excuses that she had to pack up her dorm room, Lily followed in Greg's wake. Her black, stiletto heels echoed on the shiny linoleum tile as she hurried down the vacant hallway. By the time she reached the classroom, every part of her body shook with anticipation. Quivering fingers wrapped around the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. Nothing. Another steady breath squared her shoulders. Long, determined strides took her to his office. The door opened on silent hinges. The office was empty. Disappointment plummeted her spirits. Lily's heart broke with each step she took to her dorm. Nine months of lust down the tubes. Years from now she'd look on this moment and laugh at her silliness. She was never going to see him again. Never bask in his praise. Never warm herself in his smile. Never listen to his voice when he discussed abstract theories only she seemed to understand. There was no fooling herself any longer--she'd fallen in the love with the man. The idea clogged her throat. Tears swam in her eyes. Lily quickly blinked them away, then glanced around to make sure no one had seen her. A cherry red Volkswagen pulled to a stop beside her. Lily paused, mouth open as Greg rolled down the window. A smile danced on his face and in his brown eyes. "Need a ride?" Her heart hammered against her ribs. "Yes. Yes, I do." A long, hard one. He put the car in park, jumped out, and raced around to the passenger side to open the door for her. Lily didn't waste any time. Fate had smiled on her. She didn't want to blow it. She smiled at the double entendre. "Where to?" Greg clicked his seat belt in place and wrapped long fingers around the steering wheel. Lily forced herself to look at him. She'd gone suddenly shy. Fantasy was one thing, reality another. He caught her chin on the pads of his finger and gently lifted it. "How about we go to your dorm room first so you can put on some clothes?" Heat flushed her cheeks. He held her in place when she tried to look away. "Ashamed? Of what, Lily? Making yourself come in class? Not wearing clothes to graduation?" She wanted to die, wanted a hole in the earth to open up so she could fall in it. "Never be ashamed in front of me, Lily. Although I'd love to turn you over my knee for the hell you've put me through these last nine months. Then I'd love to throw you on your back and make you come a thousand times, then fuck you until my balls turn blue." A quiver shuddered through her. Greg smiled. "Yeah, I want you, too. So? Do we or don't we?" "Yes," she breathlessly replied. I won't be long throwing some clothes in a tote bag. How far do you live from here?" "Fifteen minutes. An eternity." He put the car in gear. Less than a minute later, he pulled to a stop in front of her dorm.

Lily shoved open the car door with her shoulder. It was all she could do to keep from running. The high heels made her more cautious--the last thing she wanted now, when her dream was about to come true, was to fall and break something. The foyer was empty when she swung open the door. She kicked off her heels and took the stairs two at a time. Grabbing the tote bag in one hand, she stuffed panties, jeans, and a silk blouse inside. Zipping as she ran, Lily thundered downstairs, stabbed her feet back in the heels, and hurried back to Greg's car. He'd kept the engine running. The air conditioning was a welcome relief to her flushed skin. "You're still naked," he said. Lily swallowed her apprehension and let the naughty girl inside--the one she fantasized about--out. "Once a bad girl, always a bad girl." A wide smile cut across his face. It was quickly followed by his laughter. "Wait until I get you home." He shoved the car into gear, made a U-turn, and drove down the road. "Why wait until we get home?" She hiked up her gown, then grabbed his hand, and shoved it between her thighs. "Baby, you are hot and slick." "And horny as hell...for you." "No holding back, sweetheart. I want to hear you come." He slowed the tiny vehicle while his free hand worked her pussy. Lily bit back a groan. He pinched her clit lightly. "I said no holding back." She let it loose. God, it felt liberating. Long fingers danced around her clit, circling and circling and circling. "Oh...yes...I'm coming...now..." The words choked off on a guttural moan. "That's my lady," Greg cooed as he patted her muff. **** Lily's sigh of contentment shot arrows of pleasure down Greg's spine straight to his cock. Smart, beautiful, and sexy as hell. And she was about to be all his. Trouble was...how did he keep her after that? Lust was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Hokey as it sounded, he wanted to bathe in the aura of her greatness. Hell, he wanted to have children with this woman! It had all smacked into him during the ceremony. Bawdy one second--when she flashed him; powerful and confident the next--when she gave her address to the student body. He never, ever wanted to let her out of his sight. First things, first. He swung his little car into its parking spot, clicked off the engine, then cupped his hand around her neck and pulled her close. Her lips met him halfway. Their kiss was gentle at first--testing the pressure of each other's lips, teasing the way with little nips. Then with groans that sounded animal-like in their intensity, they twined their tongues together. They sealed the kiss simultaneously. "We need to get inside," he said, reaching for the door handle. "How can you possibly move with that log in your pants?" She cupped her hands against his crotch. Greg nearly came on the spot. He plucked her wrist away, then gave it a little nip on the underside. "Inside, sweetheart. Now." Giggling, she shoved her shoulder into the door. His fingers fumbled for the key as they trotted up to his third floor apartment. Thankfully, none of his neighbors were out. He'd have some explaining to do if they saw Lily in her cap and

gown. It didn't help that she fondled his ass the whole way up. "You are in for the fucking of your life," he said under his breath. "I do hope so," she purred. He thrust the key into the lock, much like he wanted to thrust his body into hers. Door open, he grabbed her around the waist and under the knees. Mouths welded together, he found his bedroom by memory alone. He tossed her on his bed. She unzipped her gown with a lazy smile while his shaking fingers tore at the tie around his neck. He yanked his shirt off over his head, toed his shoes off while he unzipped the trousers, and never let his gaze leave the beauty spread open before him. Greg stepped out of his remaining clothes and crawled between her open thighs. Lily's eyes were wide, unblinking as she stared at his thick, heavy cock. Her tongue traced her lower lip. Greg pressed against her as he reached for the condoms in the bedside drawer. The tip of his dick nudged against her clit. Lily's moan tore at his resolve. He couldn't get the damn package open. Soft fingers covered his. Lily smiled, then kissed his cheek. "Let me help you, love," she whispered. "Back on your heels." He did as she asked, but her hands shook, too. Grasping the packet in his teeth, Greg ripped it open. Lily took the rubber and gently seated it over the tip of his penis. Slowly, she unrolled it over his length. "Now, Greg. Love me," she said softly, and leaned back taking him with her. "I already do, Lily." Her eyes widened once more. One thrust seated him deep in her sizzling heat. Greg paused, knowing the end was too near. His cock throbbed in protest. Thankfully, Lily had the good sense to keep still. Another plus in her favor, another reason to love her. "I...I love you, too, Greg." Her breath caressed his ear. "I don't know how or when it happened, but..." He reared back and slammed forward again. How lucky could a man get? She loved him! He wedged his hand between them, pressing it against her clit as he pistoned himself into her. Her walls clutched him, demanding he let go. He fought for control, rubbing his thumb against her until he knew she was going to come. Lily tensed and arched into him as she cried out. He lifted her hips and let the fire have him. Braced on elbows, he dusted his fingers against her face while he dotted her neck and shoulders with after-love kisses. He wanted her to know it wasn't the heat of the moment, that he truly did love her. The coward in him didn't know where to start. "Lily, I meant what I said. I do love you." He pulled back a little. "I don't like you masturbating in my classroom, but..." **** Emotion welled up in Lily's chest. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. He loved her. How lucky could she get? She pressed her fingers to his lips. "I love you, too. Everything about you. The way your eyes light up when you teach. Your intelligence. Your compassion. Your humor. I kept praying for graduation day. I kept hoping for a chance to be with you just once. When you weren't in the classroom today..." He kissed her finger. "I couldn't risk that. I knew the second I had you alone..." "So...now what?" He sighed. "Well, you'll be needing a place to stay. What better place than here?" Lily smiled. "I'll move out of the dorm today." "No...we're spending the rest of the day in bed indulging in our every fantasy."

She laughed and laced her hands behind his neck. "Every one, huh?" "Every single one." "But I'm supposed to meet my parents and sister for dinner." She cocked her head to one side. "Come with me?" "I'd love to." He dropped a kiss on her lips, then rolled off and sat against the headboard. "Now, Miss Palmer, there's that little issue of classroom behavior." He patted his lap. Lily squealed with delight and crawled into place. "Yes, Professor Nordstrom, I was very, very--" A smack to her bottom cut off the rest of the sentence. "And when we're done with this lesson, sweetheart, we'll let you have your way with me." She could hardly wait.

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