For part one of Carrie and Dave's story, read "A Gift For Her Teacher"
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Dave was having a fantastic dream. There was a girl - warm, and naked - her hair smelled like flowers, her skin was so soft, and it had been so long since he'd had warm softness in his arms, he could hardly remember what it felt like. His eyes opened drowsily, in the faint grey morning light, and it wasn't a dream. Wavy brown hair was spread over the pillow, tickling his cheek, and he had a lush armful of curvy, naked Carrie. She snored softly, like a kitten. So damn cute, he thought. I hope...
...shit, I hope she doesn't regret last night. He rubbed the back of his neck, his brow furrowed with worry.
Maybe things had moved too fast, but it wasn't like they hadn't known each other for a long time. Two years ago, though, this would have been impossible. He had been 25, fresh out of college, teaching a 12th grade Honors English class. Carrie was one of his brightest students - inquisitive, perceptive, funny, sweet, cute in a nerdy-girl way...and he'd been undeniably attracted to her. Sure, she was 18, but she was also one of his students, so that made her completely, absolutely, off-limits. He'd kept his inappropriate feelings to himself, made it through the year with his integrity - and his fucking CAREER - intact, and didn't see her again.
That is, until a few weeks ago, when he'd seen her stranded in the rain at a bus stop. He gave her a ride that night, and offered to help her with a paper she was struggling with for a college lit class. Strange, only a couple of years had passed, but the age difference between 20 and 27 seemed like nothing now - and she was no longer his student. They had both been alone and lonely on Christmas Eve; one thing had led to another last night, and now she was naked and asleep in his bed this morning. He kissed her gently on her neck, right below her ear. She stirred a little and her eyes fluttered open.
"Well, hi," he whispered, "Merry Christmas."
"Hi," she replied, her voice slurred with sleep. "Merry Christmas to you, too...oh God, what time is it?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes, then self-consciously tucked the sheet up around her ample bosom and tried to smooth her hair. "Ugh, I must look awful."
Dave took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles gently. "No, you look beautiful. How do you feel?"
"Okay, I think." She shifted a little, winced, her intake of breath was a sharp hiss through clenched teeth. "A little bit sore, but okay."
He tentatively stroked her bare shoulder, not entirely sure what was the appropriate thing to say. "I...uh...think that's normal, but it shouldn't last too long."
She smiled shyly, "Oh, I'm fine, just not used to it. I'll get more used to it, the more we...I mean, if you ever want to...again...sometime...I mean..." She groaned in embarrassment and flopped back on the pillows. Covering her face with her hands, she mumbled, "I'll just shut up now, okay?"
Dave suppressed a laugh as he gathered her into his arms. "Aw, honey, don't be embarrassed. Yes, I want to again, of course I want to again, I..." He felt her stiffen nervously in his embrace, and then realized his hard cock was rudely and insistently poking her hip. Great, the poor, sore girl probably thought he wanted sex again RIGHT NOW and expected her to hop right on. He cleared his throat, somewhat awkwardly. "Oh, no, not right this minute, just ignore that," he shifted onto his back, and rolled his eyes as his dick erected a pup tent under the blankets. "It's just a morning thing, it'll settle down." He pulled her reassuringly against his side, and felt her relax a little.
"Does it...is it like that every morning?"
"Well, probably more so since I have a sweet, naked girl in my bed. Don't worry, I know you're..." he cleared his throat and searched for the right words. "You're going to need a little recovery time. He can wait; if nothing else, I can beat him into submission." For emphasis, he flicked the tent pole with his middle finger, then yelped in mock pain.
Carrie giggled and buried her face in his shoulder.
He drank in the moment, just holding her, gently stroking the soft skin on her arm. Then, untangling himself, he got up, sliding on his boxers to try to contain his raging morning wood. Carrie scrambled up, too, saying, "Oh wow, I'm sorry...do you have to go somewhere?" His heart ached a little when he saw her visibly cringe and heard her mumble, "God, how stupid of me, of course you have plans, it's Christmas." She dutifully began sorting through the scattered clothes they had discarded on the floor last night, searching for her bra.
"Nope, no plans at all, nowhere to go. I'm in the same boat as you - none of my family is close by, and my friends all have things going on with their own families." He had an inspiration. "Um, hang on a minute, don't get dressed yet." He tossed her a thick terrycloth robe he kept hanging on a hook behind the door. "This will keep you warm if you are cold."
Dave went in the bathroom and started a warm bath. He rummaged under the sink and found a bag of Epsom salts, and poured in a small amount under the running water. That always helped when he overdid it and had sore muscles.
He went back in the bedroom and saw Carrie, wrapped in his robe, standing in the middle of the room, looking uncertain and kind of lost. "Oh, I thought you went to take a bath."
He grinned lopsidedly and took her hand, leading her into the bathroom. "No, this is for you. Maybe it will help the soreness." He kissed her on the forehead, and left her to her bath, shutting the door to give her some privacy.
