At noon, I woke up with a start.
Looking around still half-asleep, I took a few moments to orient myself. Then I smiled. I was in bed with Molly, my former student. Her nude 19-year old body was wrapped in a sheet beside me, and she was sleeping blissfully, exhausted by a series of orgasms she experienced while my cock was buried deeply in her luscious ass. I was feeling pretty much the same--two gut-wrenching orgasms in one morning was a lot for me, even after a good breakfast!
Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I smacked Molly on the ass to wake her up. She muttered "hey!" sleepily but didn't open her eyes, so I stood up beside the bed. Then I did what any adult would do in that situation--I grabbed the sheet and stripped it off her body, flipping her onto her back in the process. This drew a much louder complaint, but her eyes finally opened.
"Hey--what the hell was that?"
"Time's a-wasting, sweetheart! It's already noon, and I don't want to sleep away our time together...let's grab a snack and hit the pool to wake up."
"Fine," she grumped. I grinned at her, still holding the sheet, as she stood up and stumbled over toward the bathroom. She grabbed a robe from the back of the door, and I pulled my boxers back on. She then headed for the doorway that led down the hall toward the kitchen. She did smile over her shoulder to show that there were no hard feelings, and I followed happily. Her ass twitched and rolled under the light fabric, and I smiled again as I replayed the last few hours.
In the kitchen, Molly pulled containers of pasta salad and chicken salad, along with two small cans of Coke. We sat on the tall, padded stools and ate at the island counter, chatting about nothing and letting our knees rub together.
When we were finished, the fact that I had to leave soon was hanging in the air, bringing back some of the tension we had worked through earlier. Molly pitched the dishes in the sink to rinse later, and then turned to me looking pensive. I had a good idea what she was thinking, but I needed to derail another emotional moment. I stepped forward, tilted her chin up, and then kissed her lips softly. Then, with a swift motion, I swept her up into my arms. She looked surprised, but nestled her head on my shoulder, her arms coming together around my neck.
I don't know what she was expecting, but I carried quickly down the hall and into the bedroom. She pulled back to look at me, perhaps expecting me to put her back on the bed for another round. When I turned sideways to guide her through the french doors and onto the patio, she raised an eyebrow inquisitively. To answer her, I smiled and kissed her again. She responded happily, and I tilted my head down to savor the kiss more completely, our tongues darting and teasing each other passionately.
When I broke the kiss to look at her, she craned her face up for more, her eyes still closed. They flew wide open, though, when she felt me shift my grip to throw her into the pool. She wasn't even halfway out of my grip when an outraged "HEY!" broke from her, and a look of pure shock and rage flashed across her face. Then the breath whooshed out of her as her body entered the cool water and her eyebrows arched almost comically as she disappeared under water.
To avoid her anger, I dove in myself, turning quickly to come up beside her. Grinning like a maniac, I watched as she surfaced, oriented herself, and whipped her hair around to get it out of her eyes. When she spotted me, the outrage returned to her expression but faded almost instantly in the face of my smile.
"Asshole!" she said scathingly before her tone moderated to sarcasm. "You're not supposed to swim for a half hour after you eat!"
I chuckled and she splashed water in my face. I didn't duck because I knew I deserved it, and when I opened my eyes, Molly's arms were going around my neck.
"Safety is very important," she whispered as her lips found mine.
"Very!" I murmured back into her kiss. "Sorry 'bout that!"
After a long minute of simply kissing her and savoring the feeling of her floating against me, she broke the kiss and leaned back, looking into my eyes wordlessly. Her robe edges brushed my chest in the water and the pale crescents of her breasts bobbed between us.
"I know you have to leave soon and get the anchor and get back to your real life," she said quietly.
I simply nodded, my lips twisting into a wry smile.
"And I know this isn't a normal relationship..." she added, her eyes serious.
I nodded again without speaking.
"But I will only say goodbye today and be okay with it if you'll do one thing for me."
"I can't promise anything, Molly...you know that," I replied.
"You can promise this. I want you to take me over to that couch where we...where we did it that first time and you can be inside me one more time and when we're done you can kiss me and go do what you have to do."
I smiled at her understanding, her maturity.
"That sounds like a good way to finish a wonderful morning!" I said gently, pulling her closer.
She settled herself fully against me: warm breasts pressing into my chest, legs locked loosely around my hips, arms twined languidly around my neck, and her face framed by ringlets of red hair darkened by the water. She sighed as her lips neared mine and I saw a trace of sadness before I closed my eyes and kissed her slow and deep.
Sometimes I think kissing is more intimate than sex. In that moment, we were both trying to communicate all that we were feeling, all that we couldn't say. As much as I was the adult in the situation, I was filled with affection, gratitude, lust, regret, and the thrill of a closeness I hadn't felt in years. For Molly's part, I like to think the mix was similar: lust and longing, satisfaction and sorrow.
While that kiss lasted, my thoughts were a whirlwind, but my body couldn't help but respond to a luscious 19-year old clinging to me in the cool water. My heart beat faster, my hands roamed happily from her shoulders to her ass, and my cock swelled slowly to press against the back of her thigh.
"Jesus!" Molly muttered when she felt it. "Doesn't that thing ever stay down?"
"Not with you, babe!" I grinned.
"Well, tell it to stay away from my ass for a while, will you?"
"Sorry!" I chuckled as I tried to pull my hips back and down.
"Come on," she said in a more normal, teasing voice. "You promised me!"
With that, she let go of my neck and swam a few feet sideways to the ladder. As she started to climb, I turned to the wall and hauled myself out, standing up quickly to brush my hair back out of my eyes. When I turned to look, Molly was standing there in front of me with her hands on her hips glaring at me.
"Look at this shit!" she snarled, glancing down at her body. "My favorite fucking robe is soaking wet!"
I glanced down at myself and then back up at her.
"Well, maybe the pool wasn't the best idea..." I admitted. "My boxers might need a minute to dry out as well."
"Poor baby. Come on!" she said abruptly, turning her back on me and walking toward the deep couches further back on the patio.
