`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many bookman I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly yard. Hell, I had several hundred student this class alone. She was seriously precious though, so I was a little shocked that I could n't even remember having her in class let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the dorsum of my memory board for um, later recall.

'' George Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock hullabaloo .'I always knew you 'd come out of the closet eventually. Looks like the operating theater was a huge winner ! ``

She put her tiny script on her flyspeck waist and glared at me with the biggest blue middle I 'd seen in quite a spell. I glanced down at the low-cut'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Thomson ! ``

Holy dirt, it could n't be. `` waiting, you 're that scrawny little mousy-brown-haired little girl that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to delineate icon of horses having SEX during my public lecture, but I left that percentage out. One of her drawings had stuck to her preparation. Walking to my next class I about tripped down the step when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the intimate stress was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular small-arm of report for month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my fourth-year year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. older class was FUN ! ``

I bet it had been. It was all coming back to me now. She 'd blossomed over the summer from wall-flower to sexual goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and fille, wanted to get into her new made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so glad you 've come back for the 10 yr reunification ! What are you doing these mean solar day ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a little studio apartment in Greenwich Village. And I have you to give thanks for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the only one who believed in me as an ugly duckling. I was hoping you 'd be here tonight so I could personally thank you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this dreadful crush on one of the football game player - funny, I can't even remember his public figure now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to forget him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would have, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doomsday !"

'' I 'm gladiola I could aid you through a jolty spot my lamb ! So what sorting of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and sensual art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular hoi polloi and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that unleash. Would you manage to see some samples of my work ?"

Would I want to see some titillating art painted by a to-die-for-hot lilliputian blonde thread maker ? Duh…
'' I would be intimate that ! ``

She pulled out her cell telephone set and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the fervor, the thrill of the consequence. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no motion what they were thinking. A adult female was standing at the end of a bed, in the process for undressing for her fan. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could feel the sexual stress between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to riff through persona but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs of steps, leg apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the railing, the early shoved hard between her pegleg, finger a blur. It made me instantly hard.

'' Oh shit, I forgot that one was in there, '' she quipped and grabbed the phone back from me. There was a bit of awkward silence.

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an flummox painting. Thanks for sharing your body of work with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to relieve oneself,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational people in my liveliness. If you 'd be spread to it, I 'd love to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those twelvemonth. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody want to see me bare, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could make ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few preliminary study. Can I register them to you in your function ? Probably shouldn't drag those out here !"She giggled and looked around nervously.

I looked around too. The party was going slowly and there was n't much happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In bit we were in my office with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the presence of my trouser. Soon they were pushing back and with each base on balls she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on attack with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't look a lot like me ! Okay, 20 class ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty liberal with the 'poetic license'on my body.

'' And darling that gibbousness, while flattering, is a wee bit on the large size ! ``

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a hour here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her blazonry around my neck while giving me the softest buss I 'd ever meet. She smelled alike Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smell out good !

I backed her up against the edge of my desk and pinned her to the edge with my pelvis.

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and caress my raging demand. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her articulatio genus. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her lips parted over the head of my creature and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a burden off in the shower while getting make for the reunion I 'd have disappointed good Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her lips sank depressed and lower down my shaft. Her center got wide when I hit the back of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my finger into her compact blond hairsbreadth and held her head, not letting her back off until she started to squirm from lack of oxygen.

She panted for a few seconds, and then glanced up at me with the Devil 's own expression in her eyes.

I willed myself to remember that look, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on canvas for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. commemorate what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't bonk but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my meat. Taking me slowly into her lip, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her knife sliding back and Forth River against my aching Ball. I let her take me to within indorsement of the edge, but each time I held her nous tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving written document and projection off the back English of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her bantam body and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her doll and panties to expose her cleanly plane 20-something mound. There wasn't a blemish or stint mark on her stark skin. I mentally recorded that purview, as I would realistically never get another luck like this.

letting down my sassing to her quivering stomach, I took my clip fondling and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous cumulation. Ok, to be honest some woman aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my lifetime where I just had to grin and lick it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest affair I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My tongue against her mound made her gasp and arch her back against me. fingerbreadth wound into my hair and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her flexure, setting every column inch on flak. Retreating to her second joint and tum, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent hips wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her second joint, up onto her belly until my finger just grazed the swell of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my pollex on the inside my wandering helping hand ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her knocked out lips. Gently tugging them in circuit her pant and shudders told me she was enjoying this as lots as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire pitcher's mound in my deal, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic os. She came, long and hard. Her tautness built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear. I clamped my bridge player down over her mouth, letting her muffled scream die against my palm.

Before she could recoup I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her eyes got wide as I worked my tool up and down her rim, then slowly sank a couple inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to hurtle over and over just to get inside. Each stab opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her tight piffling consistence until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my paw, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my stomach muscles are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the look on her typeface. I got the distinct impression that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 sec had I not already strike hard one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to point her the reward of sometime men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so firmly I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as difficult as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was close myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stop. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her lips. Our natural language eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic off-white against her button and the pressure level was getting to us both.

"I can't conduct much more,"I said. But it was Sir Thomas More of a question and she understood.

"I'm not on parentage command but I'd really like to savor you when you come. Will you come in my mouth for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us back up into a frenzy and then hollered it was time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in figurehead of me. She grabbed my formal, looked up at me with that wickedness face in her eye and without breaking eye touch sank her lips down over me. The worldly concern exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager rima oris. She held me still, refusing to let me squeeze any Sir Thomas More. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in cramp for long than I'd ever come in my biography but Chrissy managed to take back it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 minute of arc later we were schmoozing in the crew again trying to guess as if goose egg had happened.

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to know if their painting are going to be ready by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the buttocks of the step that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New House of York. Turns out I was pretty near at byplay, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was make me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different floor and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the rail and looked down at me.

"Well hello to you too !"

"Sorry, where are my manners ?"I bounded up the coiling staircase and planted a monstrous osculation on her fat belly."Hi nestling !"I said to the Twin Falls. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The osculation I planted on Chrissy was long, slow and deep.

"Wow, I know what somebody's thinking."

She was right. Pregnancy suited her to a"T"and neither one of us had ever been happier.

"William Tell the Andersons they will be ready by THIS Friday so long as the twins don't arrive early."

Th evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Maxwell Anderson private road off with their painting when her water supply broke…

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