The Student : PJM

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I picked Areum out of her car seat where she immediately cuddled into my shoulder as I carried her into the house. I directed Y/n to the guest bedroom where we put Areum onto the bed and backed out, closing the door.

"She'll sleep about two hours. I need to get her up by then or she won't want to go down tonight."

"That's pretty typical, sounds like my sister's youngest." I really didn't want to talk about my sisters kids, so changed the subject. "Let me show you the house." 

I stepped back to the living room, where I showed her the combined living room and family room, where my own desk - replete with papers and grade books, resided. I let her look out the sliding door to the small back yard with the wooden deck and spa, and pointed out the kitchen and pantry, before moving back down the hall to end at the master bedroom and adjoining second bathroom. 

I stopped in the hallway outside the master bedroom waiting for Y/n to come back out. When she did, I reached out to take her hand, and she looked up at me. It was one of those magic moments, when you know you're going to kiss. I bent to kiss her, her eyes closed and mouth tilted up just as I got there. 

It was just a sweet kiss to start, I didn't hold it for long, but her hand went behind my head and returned it fervently. I pulled away. "So is what Areum said true, that you like me?" I teased, my voice uncharacteristically gruff, my body responding to the woman in my arms. There was no need to answer, nor did she. 

The sweet first kiss of a moment before this time was hot and passionate. Hands weren't going behind my head, they were stroking my body. My hands for the first time found her breasts, a moan of approval emanated from her mouth as they did. Her hands were pulling at my shirt, mine at hers. Unspoken, in mutual agreement, we were going to bed also. 

We shed our clothes between the door and the bed. A shoe here, a shirt there; pants followed by bra and panties and underwear. By the time I laid her back onto the bed, she was more naked than she'd been in the strip bar -- she didn't have her shoes on. 

We didn't need any foreplay, that first time was pure passion. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table; it fell out when I tore open the foil. She took it and began unrolling it onto my cock while I slipped a finger between her pussy lips; she was already wet and waiting.

"I don't need that," she moaned, "Just fuck me." And I did.

We started in a missionary position, Y/n's hand guiding me into her most intimate spot, her hand staying to rub her clit as I stroked in and out. Having jacked off just a few hours before, the pressure was off and even though I was fucking my co-ed dream girl, her legs wrapped around me forcing me into her pussy. I wasn't going to come fast, but she was, her body squeezing and convulsing around my cock as she came. 

Just because she came didn't mean she was done however. If anything, she was that much ready for more. She rocked to one side to roll us over, so we did. I stayed inside her, she showed her limberness by bending her legs up underneath. "Oh god, I wanted your hands on me so bad last night," she said as I fondled her breasts from the Cowgirl position. "I've wanted you all semester. I've wanted to fuck you ever since I walked into your class." 

"God Y/n, you're fucking sexy." I responded in kind, not even realizing what I was saying. "I masturbated this morning thinking about you. You've been on my mind almost all year. I've wanted you too." She rode me in that Cowgirl position until I could tell she was about ready to cum again, when she rose up, pulled off and turned around. Holding my cock with her hand she slid back into position in a reverse Cowgirl. Apparently the pressure was perfect; she came for the second time just moments later.