Ipso facto. I know it's Latin but I have no clue what it means. What I do know is that college Latin is not for me. Luckily it took me only one week to figure that out. I'm dropping the class and won't be back but for now I'll finish the quiz and then sit out in the hall and wait for her.
I noticed her the first day of class and have flirted, asked out, and been turned down but still I hope. Why have hope after rejection? It's because of the note she slipped me before class. A note. I know. Quaint. Very high school. There was something though in the anticipation of not knowing what was written, of unfolding the note and letting the words sink in that I appreciated.
"I need to relieve stress after this quiz. Want to help?" Below, again just like high school, she has drawn two boxes, one for yes and one for no. I quickly check "yes" and, walking by her desk, I let it drop onto her lap. One and a half hours of class with the first hour a lecture on Latin and the last half hour dedicated to our quiz. I finish in 10 minutes and head into the hall. The door opens as students leave and I catch glimpses of her bent over her paper, her dark hair hanging over her brown eyes as she furiously works out conjugations. Finally I hear from inside the room, "Time's up."
The professor opens the door and those that stayed until the bitter end make their way out. I stand to greet her, "Hey Libby," and I have nothing else. I'm at a loss. Let's go fuck? Let's go relieve that stress? What do you say to the kind of note she sent. Luckily she handles that for me.
"Here are the rules: 1) You don't kiss and tell. 2) My safe word is Anastasia so only stop if I use that word even if I say no 3) There will be no second time so don't even ask. Agreed?"
"Agreed," I say and she takes my hand and writes, in pen, her address and phone number on my palm. I wait until I'm in the car to program her number into my phone and look at the address and discover that she lives in the apartment complex across the street from mine. I start the car and it dawns on me that I have no protection. Luckily in a college town there seems to be a drug store on every corner so I have no problem making the purchase.
"Ten a.m. is a little early isn't it?" asks the woman behind the counter.
This strikes me the wrong way and I reply, "Just because your husband only wants to have sex with you at night...in the dark...doesn't mean it has to be that way for everyone."
Her mouth drops, "How did you know?"
"What time do you get off work?" I ask.
"Noon," she answers warily.
"I'll see you at noon today and we'll go to my place and I'll fuck you with the lights on and you can be as loud and nasty as you want to be," and, not waiting for a reply, I grab the box of condoms and walk out.
Will I come back at noon? I don't know but at least she has something to think about the rest of her shift.
I knock on Libby's door and she answers wearing a sheer crotch-less body stocking. Libby is thick with large breasts and a big ass. She's absolutely perfect. All the flirting I've done and now seeing Libby like this something takes over. My darker self. I grab a handful of her hair and slam the door behind me. I can see what's clearly her bedroom at the end of the hall and I lead her by her hair into her room. It's pink and light and girly and not at all what I expected.
"On your fucking knees," I command and she does so without hesitation.
She knows what I want and she has my jeans undone and my cock out quickly. She takes me into her wet mouth and it's quickly evident that she knows exactly what she's doing.
"Enough," and grabbing her hair again I pull her away a string of saliva still connecting her mouth and my now hard cock.
"Get up," and as she stands I push her to the bed. I quickly search her dresser and find several pairs of panties. I grab her left arm and quickly tie it to her headboard with a pair of panties before tying the other in the same way. I see through the mesh body stocking that her nipples are hard.
Knowing that most women keep their play toys in their bedside drawer I go digging. I find two dildos and a bottle of lube in the middle drawer of her nightstand covered with a few odds and ends. I pull them out and squirt generous amounts of lube over both. She squirms as she realizes what's about to happen.
"No, no, no, no," she says as I slip the first dildo into her pussy. I grab the other and rub some of the excess lube on her pink little ass before pushing it against her tight opening. "It won't fit, I've tried. Please don't," she begs but I remember her rules and, with no safe word said, I'm not stopping. I push and she cries out as the head of the dildo pops past her puckered little ass.
"Oh fuck," she screams and she squirms. I give her a few moments to get used to being filled like this and then I push both dildos in further. Holding both in place I start moving the dildo in her pussy in and out, turning it as I do. I get on the bed with her and hold the dildo in her ass in place with my knee as I use one hand to fuck her pussy and the other to rub her clit. She nearly lifts off the bed at the contact and then opens her legs wider. I work her clit more as her cries grow in intensity. I grab an extra pair of panties I found in her drawer and slip them on her. I pull them up over her knees and she lifts as I slide them up her thighs. I make sure both dildos are secure and I let the panties snap in place which hold the dildos inside her pussy and ass.
I undress and I straddle Libby's stomach as she squirms against the double penetration. My cock is hard and I slowly stroke it. "Watch me so you know how I like it," and she does as ordered. "Got it?" I ask after a few minutes and she nods. I untie one of her hands and she reaches down and grips my hardness and begins stroking me just like I showed her. "You're a good learner aren't you?"
"I am, Sir," and I like the sound of that coming from her lips.
"Open up," I tell her as I stroke my thumb against her lips and she again does as instructed. I move up and plant my hard dick in her mouth. I move a bit to get the best angle and then grab the sides of her head and use her mouth like I want to use her pussy. For a minute I consider not stopping and letting myself shoot my load in her mouth but I'm not ready for that yet. If this is my only time with Libby I want more. Untying her other hand I tell her not to move unless she has to because the building is on fire.
I leave her front door unlocked and I jump in my car and head back to the drug store. It's noon and I see her walking out heading to her car. "Hop in," I say as I pull up. She hesitates and I can see the fear and the excitement on her face. She gets in.
We're back at Libby's place moments later. I lock the door. "Take off your clothes," and looking at her name tag I add, "Rachel." She starts to turn away from me. "What do you think you're doing? I want to see you unwrap my present." Slowly she turns to face me holding her blouse closed.
"But I'm not...I don't..." she begins to say, eyes cast down to the floor.
