Voyeur

“God, yes. Please.”

I slipped inside, her lips wrapping around my length as her warmth enveloped my aching cock. I leaned down to suck on her nipple, biting at the tip as I buried myself deep inside her. I grinded against her, loving the way my balls felt pressed against her soft ass.

Then I pulled back, kissing my way up her neck, and thrust back in. I nipped at her parted lips, slowly fucking her harder with each thrust. Her whimpers brought a smile to my face.

Brushing her light brown hair back from her face, I stared down into her golden eyes. “Are you ready for me to really fuck you now?”

My body jerked up in bed, sweat chilling on my skin, the sheet kicked down past my knees. My hand wrapped around my aching cock, squeezing it tight, the head angry and purple and desperate for release.

I couldn’t believe I dreamed of her. I couldn’t believe I woke up still hard and with her still on my mind. I couldn’t believe it didn’t morph into a nightmare.

I fell back onto my pillows, but didn’t let go of my cock. Gray light filtered in through the curtains. I had to be up soon, but I wanted to finish this rare moment. I wanted to bask in the fantasy my mind had granted me. Closing my eyes, I blocked all of it out and took myself back to the room. I remembered the way my hand dug into the wall as the other worked my cock, keeping pace with each whimper that escaped her parted lips. Keeping pace with the way her tits bounced on each thrust.

Fuck, her breasts were only a slight handful, but the way they shook, the rosy tips taunting me, begging me for my tongue. I groaned like I had in that room, desperate to feel her fingers dig into my arm, finding purchase to hold on to me as I fucked her. God, it’d never been so easy to place myself into a scene I watched play out before me, but I had. I imagined her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips. I imagined how hot and wet she’d be on my cock, the way her pussy would suck me back in with its tight squeezes, desperate for me to fill her back up.

My fist worked faster, my muscles straining, aching for the orgasm I wanted to find inside her tight cunt. I wanted to grind my balls on her as I emptied everything I had inside her, feeling her pulse around me as I leaned down to feast on the sound of her pleasure.

Shocks rippled down my spine into my balls and white ropes of cum shot out, landing on my chest and abs. I moaned through it all, hearing her moans again. This time mixing with mine.

My cock jerked at the non-existent sound, the idea enough to cause more ripples of pleasure to rack my body. Slowing the motion of my fist, I looked down at my softening cock and the mess on my body, not feeling sad or ashamed.

I’d never been so entranced with a performer before that I woke up jerking off to memories of her. Especially in my dreams. Usually when I jerked off, it was to a porno and the face was blank. Not this time. This time the girl was beneath me, the image so perfect, my chest filled with euphoria just with remembering it.

It was a good way to start the first day of a new semester, with a positive feeling wrapped around me. I lay there for another few minutes until my alarm went off, and then finally got up to shower and prepare for the day.

I nudged the syllabus a quarter-inch up the desk, so it lined up with the corner and the worksheet beside it. Then I pulled my pen from my bag and set it evenly between the two sheets. Just as I was about to organize the dry erase markers by alphabetical color, the first student walked in.

I greeted him with a smile. “Welcome to Astronomy.”

He gave me a tired nod and moved to the back of the class. I was sure nine in the morning felt much earlier for college students. Especially on the first day.

Perched on the edge of my desk, I greeted each student who walked through the doors. This semester I was teaching astronomy for the non-physics majors. They tended to lack the enthusiasm of the students who were ready to begin their knowledge of the stars. I made sure my love of the subject came through enough to spark an interest for all of them. If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?

Most professors dreaded teaching the non-majors, but I saw it as a challenge to try and convince just one student to love the stars, planets, and everything in between.