Note: This is the first in a short series (hopefully) that follows some of the minor characters from my other series on their side adventures. Hopefully it will be accessible to anyone, but it would probably be helpful to read my other series, The Girl for Me and Family Friendly, first.
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"Yes, yes, there..." she had apparently found the spot without much work on his end. Dr. Émilie Martin was apparently lost deeply enough in pleasure to be largely ignoring Matt underneath her, but not so much as to accidentally slip back into French as she occasionally did during these things. He must be losing his touch, he thought.
Her long, dark hair shook wildly along with her curvaceous body as she rode him to a quick orgasm. He imagined that it would be the only one for today; there was hardly enough time more during these clandestine meetings, ostensibly about his thesis, but often devolving into a secret mid-morning pleasure hunt. She hadn't even removed her dress, just slid her panties off before mounting him. Not unusual, but not nearly as exciting as it had been the first time. Still, she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.
He thought he saw her bite her lip, holding in a scream, before she buried her face against his neck. Her gyrations had turned now into the quick, short contractions of an orgasm working its way through her, and he held tight as her pussy squeezed and pulled on his cock. Now or never, he thought. He essentially forced the cum from his balls, but he could tell it was not really a full load, just sort of a couple spurts. That was the nature of these things, though. At least she got off all the way. One of these times he'd like to maybe take her more fully, perhaps somewhere where they could both get fully naked and he could work up a full load of cum before releasing it into her cunt.
If she noticed, she didn't say anything. She dismounted and, as with everything she did, rather businesslike, pulled her panties back on. He'd barely had time to fasten his pants back closed before she'd sat back down on the other side of the desk and begun talking.
"So, you will have the result, what, eh, perhaps next week?" she asked, looking over the work he'd shown her before they'd gotten distracted.
"Yeah, probably; there's that sort of tricky lemma, but now that I've got that, most of the big stuff should follow," he replied, finding it less easy than she did, apparently, to switch back to talking about math. But, then again, he mused, getting off probably had a nice way of clearing the mind.
"Excellent," she said, though her French accent almost comically made it sound more like "Egg salad." He, as usual, suppressed the smile. "Then I will see you then." She turned and pulled a book off of the overstuffed shelves.
"Ok, see you then," he said. No response, as he'd expected, as he got up and left the cramped office. He quietly closed the door behind him and started trying to reconfigure his plans for the day mentally. What was this nonsense life he was leading? Fucking one's advisor was probably not a good idea.
Then again, fucking one's student wasn't, either. And that hadn't stopped him before. And fucking both at the same time was an even worse idea. Surely Mei Lin was up by now, he thought. And if she was up, then she'd have made coffee, and he wouldn't have to buy his caffeine from the shop; a penny saved is a penny earned, after all, especially on a grad student's budget. Then it was settled: he'd go back to his apartment near campus and work there until he had to teach again this afternoon. Unfortunately, by the time he'd settled on the plan, his legs had carried him to the coffee shop. When he'd come out of his contemplation, he noticed Carmen waving to him from behind the counter.
He waved back. Fortunately the place was full enough of bleary-eyed college kids who'd started the weekend a day too early. Friday mornings, he found, often looked like this, even on this relatively small and sleepy college campus. They would provide enough of an excuse for him to leave without buying anything. That's not a weird amount of thought to put into this, he thought, right?
He indicated silently that he was leaving, and caught a bemused look on Carmen's sweet face before he stepped back out the door. He wondered if he hadn't hooked up with Mei Lin, if he'd have gone after her. She was definitely his type: smallish, perhaps a little exotic, and easygoing. The fact that she had the tendency to surprise him with free coffee on occasion only sweetened the deal, he mused. Anyway, it didn't matter; in a weird series of events, by hooking up with Mei Lin, who had only sort of been his student at the time, he'd also hooked up with Will, who had definitely been one of his students, albeit only in the role of a TA, at the time. And that had led, through the magic that was Will's propensity to fuck anything and everything that moved, to Matt also eventually hooking up with Carmen in what had been, to date, the wildest group sex he'd ever had [Note: See The Girl for Me for this series of events].
His musings had once again distracted him from his route, but fortunately, this time, he'd arrived at the right place: his small off-campus apartment. He found the door unlocked, just as he'd left it, so surmised that Mei Lin had not left yet. He'd also found it, sadly, in the same state of chaos as when he'd left: books and clothes scattered about the living room. Having a quasi-live-in girlfriend had not, he had to admit, improved either of their habits. But, there was now the distinct smell of coffee wafting through the air. A marked improvement!
"Home so soon, honey?" Mei Lin had apparently heard him come in the door. She had also apparently only just woken up, as she was still dressed in only one of his t-shirts, just long enough to cover her naughty bits. He imagined she was probably not wearing anything under it, as she was wont to do. In her hand was a steaming mug of precious, precious coffee. Her long black hair remained mussed from the night before. She squinted as she grasped the mug tightly near her thin body.
"Yeah, quick meeting," he said. "Need coffee."
"There's plenty more in the pot," she replied with a smile as he approached her.
He went in for a kiss, which turned from his planned quick peck into more of a mini impromptu make-out session, awkward while she held a mug of very hot coffee in one hand. "You're a godsend," he said as they pulled away from each other.
"That's why you keep me around," she practically chirped. "That and, judging from the kiss," she continued as he moved around her to finally get his precious caffeine, "because Dr. Martin once again left you in need of finishing off."
"Something like that, yeah," he muttered, then took a sip.
"Aww, poor baby," she mocked him. "Your sexy young advisor makes a selfish lover."
"Yeah, poor me," he smiled. She was literally the perfect girl. His previous musings about Carmen had been completely pushed from his mind. "With only this perfect, sexy little thing to come home to and finally finish me off. Can you imagine the torture of having to wait maybe ten minutes for satisfaction?"
"Hardly," she smiled as she approached. She daintily placed her mug on the counter as she closed in on him. "Nobody ever keeps me waiting. I always get what I want, when I want it." Her hand was on his cock, rubbing it through his jeans.
"And what is it you want," he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her as he put his mug down next to hers.
"Oh, not much at the moment," she said, quickly wheeling away from him and picking up her mug again in one fluid motion. "I mean, I got a pretty thorough session last night." She turned to wink at him, bringing the mug up to her lips as she walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down. "Don't you remember?"
"Yeah, I seem to recall something." He joined her. "But maybe you could refresh my memory a bit?"
"Hmm..." she seemed delighted at torturing him. It was only fair, he thought. She didn't mind him fucking his advisor, and actually sort of seemed to get off on it sometimes, asking him about her, what they did, etc., all in gruesome detail. Of course, that was Mei Lin; she was not shy about her bisexuality, and was not keen on exclusivity. This worked out best for the both of them, it turned out, and he couldn't really be happier with the situation. Besides, he couldn't change it if he wanted to, he imagined. She did not seem the type to let go of what she wanted, and what she wanted included him.
It also included Nessa, though. She had been very upfront about that when they had started: Nessa was her girlfriend, and that was not negotiable. The two had spent their teen years together, houses next door, and had grown, in that mysterious way that teen girls did, he found, inseparable. Of course, not all teen girl friendships turned into wild lesbian affairs, but this one had, and no man would pull it asunder. He didn't mind the set up, but he had found Nessa a bit more challenging in person than in the abstract. She was a horse of a different color.
Racist, he thought to himself; Nessa was multiracial, her mother black and her apparently absent father also apparently white. Matt himself had never met her mother, either. This was all just secondhand knowledge provided by Mei Lin, who remained as smitten with her next door neighbor to this day as she had been the day they met, and she frequently talked about her.
But she really was quite different, despite both of them sharing a propensity for openness about sex. Mei Lin was, for all that openness, generally quiet and reserved, preferring this type of low-key teasing; Nessa was more...well, you knew when she was in the room. She was also, Matt allowed himself to muse, thicker and more curvaceous...he loved Mei Lin's cute little butt more than anything, but he could definitely see the appeal of Nessa's thick, round ass.
"Mei Mei!"
Fantasize about the devil.
Nessa had appeared in her usual, unannounced way, by walking through the unlocked door.
"Hi, sweetie! Come on in!" Nessa practically bounded over to the couch, the almost comically small backpack she had on bouncing after her. She was dressed in an extremely tight black top, which showed off her nice breasts, and a pair of jeans with stylish rips. Matt could almost feel the hug she gave Mei Lin just while sitting by. The smell of her perfume overwhelmed that of the coffee, which, while not really unpleasant, sort of annoyed him, emphasizing as it did, how his nice moment of quiet time with Mei Lin was over.
"Hi, Matt," Nessa said perfunctorily as she slid her backpack off and dropped it on the floor, then plopped herself down on the other side of Mei Lin. Turning her focus back to her girlfriend, she asked, "Why aren't you ready to go?"
"Hi, Nessa," Matt offered, but was, unsurprisingly, ignored.
"Well..." began Mei Lin, "I may have gotten you over here on false pretenses..."
Nessa scowled. Matt found it oddly cute, but decided to remain silent. "What are the true pretenses, then?" she asked, staring directly into Mei Lin's eyes.
"Well..." Mei Lin began again. "I wasn't planning on Matt coming home, actually."
"Uh-huh," Nessa nodded, keeping her eyes locked onto Mei Lin's. "Well, your plan fell through, I guess. What was it?"
"Well, you know..." she smiled in response.
"Ah..." Matt and Nessa said simultaneously.
"Well, anyway," Matt said, "don't let me ruin your plans. I'll just work at the library or something." They met this with incomprehensible expressions. "Or whatever you want. Feel free to use the bed, sweetheart, since it's already messed up from last night. I assume you didn't make it, at least?"
Mei Lin and Nessa just turned back to face each other. "So, I wasn't planning on Matty being here, but since he is, why don't we just make do?" Mei Lin asked her girlfriend, completely ignoring him.
Nessa seemed to consider this for a second, and then suddenly the two of them began talking simultaneously. Matt had heard of women doing this, but had rarely actually seen it done. He couldn't really follow what either one was saying, but they seemed to have no problem speaking and listening at the same time. And then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
