The Senior, Part 23
Part 23
With Jade on top, it was more like she was fucking me. She dictated the pace completely, proving that her physical maturity was on par with the emotional maturity she demonstrated that first night at the bar.
In any other position, I probably wouldn’t have lasted very long after being thoroughly edged. However, I was committed to holding Jade up as I thrusted in rhythm with her, which split my attention enough to keep me going beyond my usual endurance.
All the while, we made out with each other until she finally stopped to let out a breathy moan. Her eyes were slightly glossed over as she met my eyes, and she quietly demanded, “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
The look on her face was what really did it, though the needy voice certainly added to the captivating moment as well. I released right then and there, letting out a moan of my own as I maintained eye contact with her. Auburn hair. Piercing eyes. Parted lips, as she continued to let out more soft sounds of pleasure.
Just when I thought she was done surprising me, Jade clasped her hand over my mouth. “Someone might hear,” she exhaled.
Fuck. Initially, I had been the one more worried about the semi-private location. Not only had I briefly forgotten where we were amidst my desire, but the casually dominant gesture only heightened things as my climax continued. Jade only followed her own advice so much, moaning with practically every pump of my cock as she pressed into my body, riding the orgasm she was having alongside mine.
Together, we rode the wave of pleasure all the way until her moans turned to shallow breaths and I had given her everything I could before the hardness faded. Jade released her grip over my mouth, wrapping that arm around my neck and clinging to me for a few seconds as she continued panting. This time, right in my ear.
For what felt like forever, we just stood there. Eventually, she started to untangle herself from me, letting herself down and giving both of us a break from the way she had been straddling me for so long. Confident as ever, she didn’t bother covering up in the slightest as she stood there in the well-lit costume closet and gave me a pleasant sight of her bare chest. “You meant what you said, right?” she quietly asked.
Not even the post-nut clarity was enough for me to register the meaning of her question right away. That had easily been the best sex of my life, which only made me more inclined to keep risking it with Jade despite my hesitations earlier. The more kinky side of our arrangement, however, was the part that gave me pause when I put together what Jade was talking about.
Her toy. Not her boyfriend, or a fling, or whatever else we could call this. Now that I was thinking a little more clearly, I wasn’t sure if that was the best idea. Neither was fooling around at all, of course, so it was really just a matter of finding that line.
“Umm . . . ” I trailed off. It was also difficult saying ‘no’ to a hot eighteen year old.
“Let’s just try it out,” she suggested, not pushing any kind of full commitment, “Be my plaything for the rest of the week. You do want to fuck me again, don’t you? That was amazing, by the way. Hope you enjoyed yourself.”
There was no denying it. Any of it. “Fine,” I said. Honestly, it would probably be a good idea to get dressed and give myself some time to think without Jade tempting me the way she currently was. Also, what time was it? I had a class to teach, and had no idea how long she and I had been together. “I need to get to class before the next bell.”
“You can sound more excited about it,” she said, pursing her lips in that soft smile that was so effective every time, “But sure, I guess. Let’s get you dressed.” Placing a hand on my chest, she leaned in and kissed my cheek before saying, “Wait here.”
Whether it was intentional or not, Jade turned and gave me an equally pleasant view of her backside as she walked over to where my clothes had been stripped earlier. Bending over and picking up my underwear and slacks–unlike her, I was still wearing my shirt–she came back over with the former extended for me to take. “Shame you have to go. I’d be up for another round.”
Maybe if we were at my place, like the first time we hooked up on Jade’s terms. For now, I’d have to settle for some kind of ‘to be continued,’ and one of those texts she referenced when talking about me being her plaything.
I put my clothes back on, not rushing yet also not dragging things out. It was way too early in my career to start showing up late to teach, especially when there was always the chance someone would observe me over the coming weeks. Just another reason to be nervous about whatever this relationship was with Jade.
Once I was dressed, there was instantly a noticeable contrast between my attire and her casual nudity. Unlike me, she clearly didn’t have anywhere to be; that, and she didn’t mind showing herself off to me. “So, it’s cool if I skip class, right? Or at least, show up late?”
Oh. Right. Amidst everything else, I had completely forgotten that she was in the period after lunch. “Sure,” I said. It was probably best if she didn’t come at all. I was going to be distracted enough after everything we just did; having her there, shooting me knowing looks, wasn’t going to help anything.
“Good boy,” Jade said, “Don’t worry, I won’t beg for too much extra treatment from my favorite teacher.” She stepped forward and gave me a deep kiss, lingering for a moment before pulling back and meeting my eyes. “Run along, babe. I’ll send you some nudes before I get dressed, okay?”