I hear the doorknob click on the bathroom and I make my way out and dive into the pool, hoping the cool water will have a calming effect on my errant erection. When I come up to the surface, the sight I see is like a goddess descending into the pool. Lit from behind by the moon, and from below as the LED lights turn the water a soft pink, the tips of Jenny’s hard nipples press out on the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
“Oh, it’s perfect,” she whispers, dipping a toe in the water.
You’re telling me…
She moves down the steps, then crouches down into the water, laying her head back as she stands, hair soaked, my t-shirt clinging to her every curve as my dick pops out of the top of my swim trunks again. She’s every adolescent dream come true and the guilt that I’m a grown man lusting after her barely eighteen-year-old body gives me a second of pause.
The underwater lights turn bright white and I see her wet t-shirt float upward, exposing her soaking little white panties as her eyes latch onto my rebellious cock head, that’s pushed itself completely clear of the fabric of my trunks.
“Wow,” she says, her eyes round as I see her swallow, then squeeze her eyes shut on a grin. “Sorry, I shouldn’t look.”
I step forward, taking her hand, pulling her into me until her breasts are pressed to my chest, rock-hard nipples dancing on my wet skin.
“You should look. You should do more than look. You should touch.”
Her eyes flutter open, water droplets clinging to her pink cheeks, her chest rising and falling as she takes quick short breaths, searching my face. But I don’t break eye contact with her. She needs to know that when I say something, I mean it.
“Teach me…Mr. Thomas,” she whispers, her hand in mine as my balls heave ready to explode.
I take her hand, press it onto the fabric covering the hard length of my shaft, then take my other one and reach around, grabbing a hard handful of her generous ass before crushing my lips to hers. The kiss deepens and I press her back, against the side of the pool, reaching up to tuck her flame-red hair behind her ear, tasting her soft lips, briny from the pool water.
When the kiss breaks, she draws a deep breath. “Please teach me. I love your private lessons...”
“I will, but right now all I want to do is kiss you.” Her teacher fantasy only makes my cock throb like a toothache.
Her hand tightens around my hard-on as I sink my tongue again into her warm mouth. She makes these little noises, tasting even better than the first time. I’ll never get enough, I know that already, but when her free hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling us even closer, I know I’ll never let her go.
She’s mine. I’ve known it for an eternity, but as her flavor races through me, I know when I get my mouth on her cunt, there will be no turning back.
And when I get my dick inside of her?
Our forever begins.
Chapter 4
Jenny
I can’t believe I have my math teacher’s cock in my hand.
I also can’t believe how good it feels.
How turned on I am. My body is thumping and pumping and man, oh man, the other things is…
How big it is.
I mean, I knew I had a crush on him, but something tells me this is more than a schoolgirl crush.
The color-changing lights under the water give the whole scene this surreal dreamy feeling.
Except, what he makes me feel—cherished, cared for, desired—is so real. And if I’m being truthful, he’s made me feel that way since the beginning of our tutoring sessions. I just sort of figured it was one sided, but the way the thick hardness in my hand is pulsing, I can say without a doubt the desire part at least is not.
This is becoming something bigger…literally…than I could have imagined.
The beats of my heart are rush in my ears as Mason’s mouth smashes against mine. He kisses me like I’m going to disappear and he needs to convince me not to. I’m humming against his lips as his tongue swipes with mine, kissing me deeper, his cock as hard as the flagpole at school.
When we finally come up for air, he looks at me like a wolf ready to devour his prey and it feels like my heart is going to hammer straight through my sternum.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice so low I can barely hear as he reaches down, his hands gripping my ass cheeks as he lifts me out of the water, holding me against him.
“Wh—what are you doing?” I blurt as my legs automatically hook behind his back, hands clinging to the hard muscle in his shoulders.