WRITER'S NOTE: This is a sequel to my earlier -- actually my first -- story, "Teacher Becomes The Student." The characters of Mike and Linda were introduced there. This is also a true story. Read it if you'd like to get some context, at
this link
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In the ten weeks we'd been "officially" dating -- since the steamy, exhausting night when we'd first made love -- I guess you could say that Linda and I were doing pretty well. We still had our occasional scraps, but we now had a new way to make up. She would call my parents' house, coyly asking "Could Mikey come out and play?" That was her not-so-subtle code for a booty call. My parents often asked why I didn't just move in with her.
There were two important reasons. One,
she
didn't want it. Two, she wasn't divorced yet.
Because of the latter, we confined our "dates" to movies -- places where we wouldn't easily be seen together, especially by our students or, more pointedly, private investigators -- and long fucking sessions back at her house. We went at it like bunnies. She told me she enjoyed it with me because I wasn't into "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" sex. I preferred slow, patient lovemaking where I could bring her off multiple times before blowing my own load. Because I was still a novice -- she had been my first, though she didn't know it -- I was still doing a bit of on-the-job training. Practice DOES make perfect.
But then I got an anxious phone call three hours before a scheduled Friday night date. "I've got something REALLY important I want to discuss with you. Could you come over a half hour earlier? We REALLY need to talk."
My mind was racing as I drove over. Pregnant? "Just friends"? Breaking up?
Or, as had happened before, a quickie before wherever it was we were going that night?
She opened the door the second I pulled into the driveway. She was wearing her bathrobe. She had her arms out and embraced me tightly, pressing her overly-generous tits against my chest. "HEY, baby!! I'm SO glad you're here! I've got something great to tell you!!!"
She guided me into her small apartment -- oh, if the walls could only talk, and describe what they'd witnessed over the past ten weeks! - sat me down on the couch and plopped herself down on my lap.
She almost immediately felt the bulge in my pants and said, "Whoa, there, hot stuff, you're not going to need that 'til later. But here's the news. I just got the call from my attorney. MY DIVORCE IS FINAL!! I'M A FREE WOMAN!!!" She bent down and jammed her tongue into my mouth.
When I could finally speak, I said, "Wow, Linda, that IS great news! Now we can actually go out and let people see us!"
"Precisely what I had in mind for tonight, baby. This can be our 'coming out' party!" She gave my ear a long, probing examination with her tongue.
I didn't want to tell her, but she was doing NOTHING to help my erection go down.
She excused herself, saying she needed to finish dressing.
"So what's the destination tonight, babe?"
"We're heading into the city. To Prohibida."
"Prohibida? That hot dance bar? How are we going to get in?"
"We're
already
in. We have a VIP table. My cousin Lisa, who you'll be meeting tonight, is one of the managers."
"I don't dance very well. You know that."
"Oh, don't worry, I'll find a way to get you out on the floor. If I'm doing nothing but grinding against you and making you all hot and bothered, that'll be fine by me. Think what I'm wearing is appropriate for that?"
She came out of her room, walked in front of me and turned slowly to show off. My eyes bugged at what I saw.
What she was wearing was designed to accent every one of her considerable curves. She was wearing a tight white shirt that looked like it had been painted on her. Her 42DD rack jutted outward, and her nipples -- even though she was definitely wearing a bra, I could see the straps -- poked out through the fabric. The plunging neckline of her shirt showed a generous amount of cleavage. She was also wearing a VERY short denim mini which hugged her hips and her ass. The skirt was so short that I was wondering how she was going to sit down. Her stiletto heels made her calves look muscular and sexy. In fact, her outfit simply screamed, "Rip my clothes off, throw me down on the bed and fuck my brains out!" Which, of course, I had every intention of doing later that night, and I'm sure she knew it.
I reached out and grabbed her ass as she was modeling her outfit, and said "You are ONE hot, sexy babe, you know that? And now, you're one hot, sexy, SINGLE babe. You look GORGEOUS."
She looked at me, licked her lips and smiled. She knew I wasn't just saying it because I wanted to get into her pants. We were
way
past that.
As we drove down, she said to me, "Now, let me tell you about Lisa. She is my absolutely
favorite
cousin. We're the same age, and I guess I'm the sister she never had. We spent a
lot
of time together growing up, and we're still close today.
"Having said that, let me just say that Lisa is... well...
different
. She has
no
edit mode whatsoever. She says exactly what comes into her head, and damn the torpedoes. She's an
adult
portion, so just be forewarned. Don't get thrown by
anything