`` How can you not think of me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any approximation how many bookman I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thou. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a trivial traumatise 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 computer storage for um, later recall.

'' George Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock inflammation .'I always knew you 'd total out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a huge succeeder ! ``

She put her lilliputian hands on her bantam waistline and glared at me with the heavy blue oculus I 'd seen in quite a while. 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 ! ``

sanctum red cent, it could n't be. `` postponement, you 're that scrawny piddling mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the dorsum and haul pictures of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to draw photograph of Equus caballus having SEX during my lectures, but I left that character out. One of her drawing off had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the free energy and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular part of paper for month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But call back my fourth-year year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading team. Senior 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 intimate goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and girl, wanted to get into her fresh made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so gladiola you 've come back for the 10 yr reunion ! What are you doing these days ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank 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 terrible crush on one of the football game thespian - peculiar, I can't even call up his name 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 attending. Of course of study you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the Night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would accept, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from sure doom !"

'' I 'm glad I could facilitate you through a jumpy spot my lamb ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and sultry art and carving. I enjoy finding regular multitude and finding their interior intimate God and Goddess and turning that unleash. Would you wish to see some samples of my work ?"

Would I want to see some erotic art painted by a to-die-for-hot footling blonde spinner ? Duh…
'' I would have it off that ! ``

She pulled out her electric cell telephone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the minute. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no query what they were thinking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the cognitive process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a duad lying in bed just holding each other but you could experience the sexual tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to alternate through prototype but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of steps of step, legs apart, head thrown back. One deal was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her wooden leg, finger's breadth a blur. It made me instantly hard.

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

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an amazing painting. Thanks for sharing your study with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to get,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational people in my liveliness. If you 'd be undetermined to it, I 'd love to do a portrayal of you. You were so influential in my life during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd admit ... ''

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting quondam 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 delineation were amazing. If she could make ME look like THAT ...

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

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

In minutes we were in my office with her resume on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly fold behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my learning ability on fire with need.

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

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

She looked over her berm at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her implements of war around my neck while giving me the soft buss I 'd ever receive. She smelled comparable Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smell out thoroughly !

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

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging motive. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in s had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knees. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her lip parted over the capitulum of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly fond mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school day. If I had n't taken a warhead off in the shower while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her backtalk sank humble and gloomy down my shaft. Her heart got wide when I hit the back of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my fingers into her thick blond haircloth and held her head, not letting her rear off until she started to squirm from deficiency of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to remember that face, the belief I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to entrance on sail for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this consequence. think what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't know but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my inwardness. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her tongue sliding back and forth against my aching egg. I let her take me to within seconds of the edge, but each time I held her principal 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 papers and task off the rachis side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny consistency and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her dame and step-in to display her cleanly shaven 20-something mound. There wasn't a defect or stretch mark on her perfect cutis. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

Lowering my lip to her quivering stomach, I took my time kissing and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous knoll. Ok, to be honest some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life where I just had to grin and lap it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest matter I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My glossa against her hummock made her gasp and archway her back against me. Fingers wound into my haircloth and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her crease, setting every inch on fervency. Retreating to her thighs and bay window, 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 abdomen until my finger just grazed the swell of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her knee joint. With my ovolo on the inside my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her outer lips. Gently tugging them in circles her gasps and quiver told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her want built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire cumulus in my manus, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid mortal would see. I clamped my hand down over her mouth, letting her muffled scream die against my palm.

Before she could retrieve I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening move. Her oculus got all-inclusive as I worked my tool up and down her backtalk, then slowly sank a couple inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to lunge over and over just to get inside. Each knife thrust opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her squiffy fiddling soundbox until her eye bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some orbit, but my stomach muscles are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her side. I got the trenchant imprint that nonentity had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds had I not already knocked one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to show her the advantages of honest-to-goodness men.

She came again, optic broad and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't guardianship. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another Wave washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was closely myself from the sweat so I slowed down almost to a stop. Gently stroking her with every in, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her lip. Our tongue eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic osseous tissue against her clit and the air pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't take much more than,"I said. But it was more than of a question and she understood.

"I'm not on nativity control but I'd really like to try out 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 support up into a frenzy and then hollered it was clip. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in front of me. She grabbed my clod, looked up at me with that iniquity look in her center and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The Earth exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eagre sass. She held me still, refusing to let me force any to a greater extent. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in spasm for longer than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to eat up it all. I grabbed her nous for keep while I wound down.

2 moment later we were schmoozing in the gang again trying to guess as if nothing 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 tail end 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 York. Turns out I was pretty good at line, and that freed her up to do what she did trump, which was make believe me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different level and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the railing and looked down at me.

"fountainhead hello to you too !"

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

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

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

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

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Andersons drive off with their paintings when her water broke…

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