Continues the story of my time with Molly in "I Love It When They Come Back Part 1.
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School in my town ends in June-usually the third week, depending on snow days. The last five days are final exams-half days with time for the students to study in the afternoon and for the teachers to grade and finish things up for the year. Some days, I don't have exams, and attendance is not mandatory. Usually, that means extra time fishing...
On the last full day of school, however, I got a series of texts from Molly that brought an immediate smile to my face and an immediate stiffening to my cock. The first was a shot of the Starbucks where we had met before. The second was an iced coffee glistening with condensation on a table. The third was a wider shot of the same thing, but I recognized the scene-the bluestone patio at her father's house. The patio where she swallowed my sperm without hesitation. The patio where I licked her clit until she exploded. She patio where she wrapped her legs around me and urged me to cum inside her...yeah, that patio!
The final text had no image-just the words "do you have any days with no exams?"
A quick look at the calendar said I had two different choices: Wednesday or Friday. A quick look at the Weather Channel app told me that Friday would be blistering hot, but Wednesday was supposed to be sunny and in the 70's. Easy choice! Sadly, consulting my conscience was not part of my thinking process any more than it had been the month before.
My fingers quickly tapped out "Wednesday looks clear...does that work for you?"
Her answer was quick-"Starbucks 10:00 am" with a winking emoji.
"Perfect" was my response. My heart pounding with excitement, I smiled, plugged my phone into its charger and got back to work.
The next day crawled by. I gave exams. I graded exams. I drove home and acted normally. Tuesday night, I had a hard time falling asleep-images of Molly's nude body in the sunlight flashed across my mind. On Wednesday morning, I showered most carefully, shaved my chin smooth, and put on teacher clothes. I left at my usual time (5:45) to beat the traffic-just another day, right?
At work, though, my thoughts were entirely scattered. I stayed for part of the morning to make my presence known, but I had no real obligations, which was good because I couldn't hold a single thought besides getting Molly alone on that patio again! At 9:30, I quietly grabbed my phone and left without a word-other people were giving exams, grading, or just chatting. My cock was hard in my pants as I drove away from school and headed to Starbucks just a few miles away.
At 9:40, my phone dinged. At the next light, I opened the text. "Never mind Starbucks. Come to the house!" with a smiling devil emoji. God, that made me horny! With a few quick turns, I was headed for her father's house on the shore.
Ding. Another text. No words this time-just a selfie of Molly on that same couch on the patio. Her lips were parted and smiling, her eyes were intense, and her breasts...holy shit! She was nude as far as I could see, and there was an iced coffee nestled between her full, beautiful, tits! My foot went down harder on the accelerator as I drove the twisty roads toward the house.
I parked outside the garage, crossed to the door, and knocked quietly, almost breathless with anticipation. Molly peeked around the door as she opened it a crack, her auburn hair falling to her bare shoulder. She smiled and reached out to pull me quickly inside. There, in the cool darkness of the hallway, she kissed me passionately without a word, her luscious bare breasts pressed against me, her belly warm against mine. My hands caressed the smooth, firm skin of this 19-year old former student from her arms to her thighs, traveling every curve of her back, hips, sides, and ass as our tongues played flickering games.
Finally, she broke the kiss, leaned back a little bit, and smirked. "Damn...you'll do anything for an iced coffee, won't you?"
"Yup. Looks like you caught me again...what are you going to do with me this time?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she took my hand and led me through to the back of the house. The french doors were open, and the sheer curtains waved in the breeze of the doorway. She took me to the table, grabbed the iced coffee, and put it once again between her breasts, posing a step away from me. "Want some?" she asked with that same smirk.
"You know I do!"
With that, I grabbed the iced coffee, took a big sip, put it down, and then clamped my lips around her nipple. The icy cold made her gasp, but when I switched to the other one, she grabbed my head and pulled me into herself. After another moment, she pulled away from me again.
"You are wearing entirely too many clothes right now-is that any way to treat a sexy naked woman who bought you an iced coffee?"
"You're right, Molly," I said, happy to play along. "You caught me fair and square, and I should be more respectful." With fingers that trembled with excitement, I stripped off my shirt, shoes, and socks, then unbuckled my belt and dropped pants and boxers in one swift movement. As I stood up, my cock slapped against my belly, "Is that better?" I asked, returning her smirk.
"Much better. Last time, I was showing you how much I appreciated all the things that you did for me when I was in high school. This time, I want to show you what I've learned since then!"
Molly kissed me once, then moved to stand behind me. Her lips nuzzled my neck, and her hands roamed from my chest down across my abs, then down to my thighs as far as she could reach. Her breasts were soft against my back. When her hands started to rise, one stopped to gently cup my balls, and the other wrapped around my shaft with her thumb on top. With a firm grip, she tugged on my cock, milking a few drops of precum and then spreading it evenly to let her hand slide up and down. While she did this, I was savoring the feeling of her body against mine as much as what her hands were doing.
"Let's go inside this time," Molly whispered in my ear.
I nodded agreement, and she released my cock and grabbed my hand. We padded on bare feet across the cool hardwood floors, down the hall to the master bedroom. It, too, had french doors and waving sheer curtains, and it looked down toward the water. Dominating the room was a king-sized bed with tall, curving head and foot boards. The covers were pulled down to expose crisp white sheets and rumpled pillows.
"I slept here last night," said Molly. "I was in that bed, touching myself and thinking about everything that I wanted to do with you when you got here."
"I wish I'd been there!" I told her with a smile.
"You're here now. Sit over there," she said, pointing to the foot of the bed. I leaned back against the smooth grain of the footboard. She scooted up to the head of the bed, propped some pillows behind her, and looked right at me. Leaning back, she cupped her breasts, her thumb and forefinger centered on each nipple.
"I started thinking about how you sucked my nipples," she said. "I pinched them, I pulled them like you did, and I squeezed my whole boob the way you did when I was on top of you." Her hands matched her words, and I watched her nipples tighten up under the attention.
"I wanted you here with me last night...I knew you were coming over today, but I was so fucking horny thinking about you that I had to do something...I play with my boobs until I started to get wet, just like I am now. I even licked my own nipples!" She demonstrated that move as well.
She went on: "When I couldn't stand it any more, I spread my legs really wide like this, and I rubbed up and down my pussy until my fingers were slippery. I kept sucking them too, because I like the way I tasted when we kissed after you made me cum..."
My attention was riveted on her fingers and on her voice. My hand traveled to my cock mindlessly, stroking easily to the incredible sight before me. She sucked those two fingers deeply into her mouth, tongue swirling, and then returned to her pussy.
