Mandi woke up groggily stretching her body beneath the covers of her soft warm round bed. Smiling she could already tell this was going to be a good day; she got up and threw on some clothes, heading to the bathroom for a shower. She turned the water on the hot steam filling the room as she stripped down and set about her morning routine. She stepped beneath the tap the hot water flowing over her body her muscles were sore today from going to the gym last night, the water felt good relaxing on her shoulders. She turned letting it stream down between her buttocks getting a handful of body wash and rubbing it in her palms until the bubbles covered the smooth flat of her hand. Rubbing the fruit scented bubbles over her body she let her thoughts drift. She had been in school for almost a year now and had been doing great to an extent until she got sick. She ended up getting tonsillitis a lot lately and her doctor was concerned that they might need to come out. Her closest friend a woman in her late forties said that it would be hell for her to get them out as an adult and she believed Angie to be right. She had never had a surgery in her life so this was a bit scary for her; the doctor had already set up a consultation for her at the hospitals oral surgeons down the road for next month and it seemed to be fast approaching.
Last weekend had been fun though despite the fact her throat was killing her she went out with some friends and got hammered. She could not honestly remember most of the events of the party but she was pretty sure something sexual had happened because when she had woken up there had been semen on her shirt. This honestly wasn't much of a change for her though, when she was in high school she had a very possessive boy friend and had not been able to be sexually adventurous. She was still kind of with him but the difference now was that he was married, and still in love with her at least he claimed to be. It was hard for them to make time for her and she honestly felt guilty whenever they were together regardless that his now wife had broke her ribs and made it impossible for her to get pregnant.
Since breaking up officially with him she had been somewhat something of a slut, going to parties and blowing everyone she could possibly find. She loved to suck cock but she was beginning to get really horny as well, her body was thrumming wanting to get fucked so badly. She groaned just the thought of having sex got her wet, the thought of cock got her wet. A yell from her flat mate signaled that she needed to get the hell out of the shower or she was going to have to deal with an attitude from the moody bitch. She got out and slowly toweled off reluctant to leave the comfort of the hot water. Her roommate was such a cunt, she really was tired of the constant whining and attitude that she gave off. They had started off as friends now she avoided Jen like the plague because she just out and out couldn't tolerate her. Jen had been raised with money and her parents had basically cut her off for wanting to go to college in Claremont. They gave in a bit and gave Jen a truck which shut her up for a bit. The girl was lazy, and seemed to think Mandi was her personal slave, expecting her to do all the cleaning and cooking, if Mandi did not cook, Jen did not eat unless she absolutely had to. Then she would make a mess of the kitchen, and leave it to Mandi to clean up. The owner of the flat would always give Mandi shit, thinking it was her that had made the mess.
She tossed on her clothes and headed downstairs waving at her flat mate as she got ready to head out the door for school. Once outside she walked down the street a block to the bus stop and sat on the bench waiting patiently for the bus to arrive. She shivers a bit the cold air stiffening her nipples she pulls her coat around her tighter seeking to warm her breasts the fabric of her shirt a bit too thin for today's weather. Her eyes dart around watching the people and the cars as they pass her the bench beneath her cold and rough on her buttocks. A small black car pulled up beside her and stopped and the window slid down She looked at it at first unsure of who was in it and then she saw it was Professor Mulvaney. He was a very attractive man and she had to admit she had occasionally fantasized about having sex with him. He had dusky blonde hair and very bright sparkling blue eyes, he was tall and very fit, and she could not help sometimes but look at his thighs and wonder just what he had between them. He had to be well hung, a man as attractive and sought after as he was had to be well endowed. She had been failing his class, though it was not intentional, being sick had made her do lousy in all of her classes and she was not happy about it. She honestly did not think that it was possible for her to catch up at this point without a miracle of some sort. His breath came out of the window cool air mixing with hot creating a mist or an appearance of smoking. He leaned out and smiled "Hey Mandi, do you need a ride? I was kind of hoping we could talk a bit before class." She smiled and shrugged "sure it beats riding the bus professor."
He smiled and looked over at her as she got in the car and settled brushing her skirt down around her thighs, she had always been a bit plump but college had thinned her out a bit. She was fit, she went to the gym twice a week, and overall she was pleased with her appearance. Long wavy red hair that went down past her shoulders large upright breasts, she was not ugly, and many of the guys found her quite attractive. David Mulvaney was in agreement with them, unbeknownst to her. He admired her lips, he had always noticed her lips, the full sexy pout her mouth always seemed to have. His eyes drifted downwards finding the curve of her breasts the soft peaks concealed beneath multiple layers of fabric. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants as she looked over at him with a smile as if knowing what thoughts were racing through his head. He turned his eyes to the road, to have sex with her, to touch her like that would be wrong, and she is his student. He hears her body move and turns to look seeing her skirt rise exposing soft creamy thigh. His heart picked up a bit as he followed her legs up and down slowly watching wanting to reach out and touch her skin feel how soft, it was to the touch. He swallowed hard, and looked at the road seeing the small turn that lead up to the secluded parking lot that was a bit further from the college. No one ever parked up there and he knew that it would be unusual for him to, and that she might ask questions about it. He turned upwards to the empty parking lot and pulled into one of many vacant spots and turned the cars engine off but left the heat running so that she did not get too cold.
He turned in his seat to look at her a soft smile crossed his lips as she turned to face him as well bending one knee up just a bit her skirt billowing around her legs. He let his eyes drift downwards to the bottom of her seat looking first at the fabric and then advancing upwards. His cock stiffened at the sight of soft cotton panties covering the sweet secret between her thighs. He lifted his eyes to her face and noticed that her eyes had darkened and her breathing had picked up. He let his eyes drop once again focusing on the panties that he wanted to reach out and touch, the scent of her flesh was driving him insane he could smell her arousal and it made him wonder. Perhaps she was as turned on by him as he was by her. He didn't want to make the first move though, that could be disastrous for his career she had to move first, but would she? His cock throbbed against the fabric of his boxers growing stiffer just with the thought of her making the first move. He would love to feel those sexy full lips wrap around his thick head and make love to his cock with the hunger of a young horny girl. He could feel a bit of moisture on the tip knowing it was his precum why the hell did she make him so horny he just didn't understand it. His eyes were locked on his panties they looked moist to him like she was hot for him but he couldn't tell he was too far away he wanted to reach out and bury his face in her hot wet box. He felt a touch on his thigh tentative, yet with confidence at the same time as if she knew he wanted her, well, how could she not his cock was raging against his pants he looked like he had a fucking tent in them. He closed his eyes just breathing in her scent the smell of arousal, perfume, and shampoo all mixed. The hand on his thigh began to slide upwards he could feel his breath catch in his throat as it brushed against the tip of his cock. A moan escaped him unable to hold it in, that one touch making him even thicker than he was before.
Mandi watched him she had to admit she was surprised when he had taken her up here at first she had thought he was going to tell her to drop his class. Then she noticed the direction of his eyes and the fact that his cock seemed to be evident in his slacks. She was not sure if it would be right to make the first move, he was after all her teacher, but if he made the move and shit happened, he would lose his job. She watched his eyes as they slid down between her thighs she had intentionally sat just so that her panties would show beneath her skirt and there was enough space between the hem and the seat itself. His eyes seemed fascinated with her panties; he was like a sex-starved man, she watched him her own eyes drifting to his pants. His cock bobbed and jerked against the tight fitting slacks it was obvious he was very aroused right now and he was just staring not saying anything. She leaned forwards her hand sliding over his thigh letting it sit there watching his reaction. He did not move, did not yell, and did not pull away from her his breath caught in his throat and his cock stiffened even more. She let her fingers slide upwards brushing up over the tip of his cock his husky moan filling her ears making her even more aroused.
His thigh twitched, she had not reacted so far she had touched him first and his body was evidently enjoying that caress. He felt her hand inch upwards wrapping around his fabric-encased shaft he shuddered his hips pushed forward into the gripping of her fingers. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip biting the tender flesh holding back a gasp of pleasure as she slid up in a long slow stroke. He felt so vulnerable his body his mind all of him was in control of this eighteen-year-old girl, no... she was definitely a woman. He felt her fingers pulling at the zipper the soft metallic rasp as it slid down the skill as she released the button his stomach lurched. Such gentle aggression her hunger for him was obvious as her fingers slid in pulling his thickened cock from his soft cotton boxers.
