The Lab Assistant (5 page)

"I... " she began, and stopped in mid-word as I reached forward to unzip her jumper.

I grabbed her, not hard but with purpose and with an economy of movement, swinging her back against the front door and pressing her face firmly onto the polished wood. Moaning heavily, she sank into my hands, giving herself entirely to me. It was obvious that I could do whatever I wanted, whatever I needed, to her.

I reached around, my cock hanging and banging against her body, and unzipped the rest of her jumper. Quickly, she was out of it, and standing naked in front of me, her tits and face mashed tightly against my front door. She cried that she was about to come as I pushed her legs apart heavily and slapped at her exposed sex. Her fingers tensed and scratched into the wood of the door. One of her manicured nails cracked and broke off, falling to the floor. I pinched her hanging labia between my thumb and index finger and pulled down hard. She yelped and cooed. Slowly, her body gyrated against my touch.

I knelt down on the floor, sitting forward on my knees, and spread the sweaty brown cheeks of her ass with my hands. I blew gently across her asshole and watched it pucker and quiver.

"Fuck," Sonia sighed, and sat her ass back against my face.

I forced my tongue and mouth against her asshole as she pushed back hard against me. The muscles in my neck strained painfully. I found it difficult to breathe, but my cock ached and strained with a passion I'd never quite felt before. I tore and sucked and licked and bit at her hole, licking wide, hard figure eights around the inside of her ass-cheeks and into and out of her slightly gaping hole. The more I attacked her anus, the more she sighed and cried and fought to press herself back onto my face.

We were both worked ourselves into a frenzy. She tried to turn her body, so as to face me and to control my face against her cunt, but I slammed her back against the door and continued biting and licking at her back door. After a few minutes, she became weak in the knees and fell down against my head. To support the wait, I pressed her back against the door and slid several fingers into her dripping cunt. Quickly, I pistoned and jerked my fingers inside her as I sucked and licked her ample, soft behind. Within moments, she cried out in orgasm and knocked me back onto the floor of the foyer.

Quickly, she climbed on top, and guided my cock into her soft, moist cavern, still clenching and relaxing as the last aftershock of her orgasm ripped through her.

"Oh, Jesus, Cooper," she sighed. Her eyes closed. Her head pressed down against her arched shoulders. Her whole body was a tense bundle of muscles as she rode the spasms.

Grabbing her ass-cheeks, I pulled her down closer to me, attacking her tongue and beautiful, pouting lips with my mouth as I drove my cock inside her in earnest. The feeling was so intense that I wasn't sure if I was coming or not. Nothing came out of my cock, but the sensation grew so acute and so concentrated that it seemed as if my body had frozen at the first stabbing tremor of orgasm, and I was riding that ever-increasing wave of pleasure with no release or counterpoint.

Sonia bucked and thrust herself into me wildly, running her hands over my chest, and over and around her own chest. She caressed her face, and ran her fingers through her hair. She moved like a dervish on my cock. With her every movement, I tried to drive my penis further into her. We were moving so vigorously that my cock almost fell out of her. Our sex became just a series of short stabbing thrusts as we gnashed and thrust our bodies. I tried to concentrate on anything but the intense nirvana I now experienced--tried to put myself mentally in another place. But there was no controlling it. Within a few minutes, I could no longer withhold the release that Sonia coaxed from my balls. With a loud, animal groan, I reached up and pulled her down onto me, pressing her into my chest as her head sank into the nape of my neck, and I came inside her.

All I could hear was her breathing, slow and satisfied. I lay on the floor, looking past her mussed hair, staring up at nothing in particular on my ceiling, concentrating on the sensation of my pulsing cock inside Sonia's warm, wet hole. I lost track of time, lying there with her. It could have been hours.

Slowly, she began to move, running her fingers along my chest, playing and pinching at my nipples.

"I'm sorry, Sonia," I said, quietly, into her ear.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Coming so soon."

Laughing, she retorted, "Oh, fuck, please. That was incredible! I've never
ever
come like that. You've sure got something with my ass. It's still tingly. You licked it raw, baby."

Shifting my weight, I pulled her up alongside me so that I could palm one of her sopping ass-cheeks. The skin between her globes felt sticky and wet and slimy as I dragged my fingers across her soft skin. "Can I suck it some more?"

Her eyes closed wearily and she sighed. "Coop, Daddy, I can't come anymore tonight. You've got me off like three, four times now. This pussy and ass have to rest." Laughing, she pressed her head back onto my chest.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her breathing against me. I thought back to the time I first saw her, in class, those short weeks ago at the beginning of the semester. How could I have known that all of this would happen? Obviously, I'd wanted it. I'd been hopeful. But flirting is one issue. This beautiful thing was something else entirely. On that first day in the bathroom when I jacked myself off, the only image in my mind was that of Sonia. Since then, I'd thought of painfully little else--certainly of no one else. There was work and there was this gorgeous woman. Nothing else. There was nothing else, and even if there had been, it wouldn't have mattered.

But, suddenly, a voice, possibly of reason, possibly simply of doubt, struck out from some distant section of my brain:
What the hell am I doing? I'm almost old enough to be her father, or close to it anyway. She's my student; I'm her professor. I shouldn't be doing this.
But as she rolled slightly into me on the floor, running her fingers along my stomach while pressing her sweet body into mine, those thoughts vanished. I squeezed her lovingly and breathed in deeply the scent of our sex.

My fingers explored her nether reaches again, playing in the sticky patch between her cheeks. For some reason, I couldn't get away from that part of her body. No matter where else I played along her body, I'd find myself returning to her ass. It fascinated me--transfixed me. It was something beyond sexual, but there was most certainly a sexual element to it.
But what difference does it make why I'm obsessed with her ass?
The point was that here we were, here was her ass. The sensation of my fingers in our mutual fluids persuaded my cock to once again rise.

"I'm sorry, Sonia," I said.

"What?" she asked drowsily.

I rolled away from her slightly, allowing her to glide off of me and slip fully onto the floor, where she rested idly on her stomach. I maneuvered quickly behind her, before she could protest, and dropped my face into her ass.

"Shit, honey, no more," she protested half-heartedly. But just as she spoke the words, she eased her buttocks off the floor, arching herself back into my face.

I lapped and sucked and nuzzled at her musky holes well into the evening, losing count of the ebb and flow of Sonia's pleasure. Or of my own. At some point, adequately satiated, I managed to carry her through the house and lower her into my bed. She was exhausted, and so drunk with lust and post-coital glow that she seemed unaware of where she was. I chose not to dress her. I simply laid her down on the bed where we fell asleep, naked, in each other's arms.

"So how did you know?" I asked Sonia as my fingers drifted through her coarse, straight hair. "When did you know?"

She lay at my side, her head once again on my chest. Faint ribbons of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and cast diagonal bars across our bodies. The comforter was pushed into a long fluffy cylinder at the foot of my bed. Our naked bodies were damp and earthy from the warm Florida climate, hot even at this early hour.

She looked up into my eyes as a sly, seductive smile stole across her face. She looked angelic. "The first day of class, Coop."

"Yeah?" I ran my fingers back up through her hair and down along her cheekbones. "How?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. How could you possibly have known? Was I that obvious?"

She sat up on her knees and slinked over to my crotch. My semi-hard penis, foreskin pulled back, lay at an angle against my stomach. Feeling her hot breath against my skin, I found myself easing my hips up toward her, anticipating
something
. Laughing, she gently kissed my shaft, and then took me in her hand.

"Well," she cooed, "after I teased and flirted with you a bit, and, from what I can recall, gave you one fucking nice look at my ass, you ran out of the classroom."

Turning her head to me, she licked her tongue across her beautiful lips. "When you came back, honey, the hard-on that still showed and the come on your pants gave you away."

"I had come on my pants? Fuck." I tried to remember if I did, but couldn't.

"I don't think anyone else noticed, silly. But I was staring at your cock the whole time we were in class and, well, you ran out, you were gone for a bit, and then you came back all cock-hard, mussed up, and pretty winded."

"And with come on my pants."

"With come on your pants," she laughed, licking the bundle of nerves on the back of my glans. And then, anxiously, in a little-girl voice, "You were fucking
me,
right? Not some other trifling little ho from class? While you were pumping your dick in the bathroom--assuming you went to the bathroom--in your mind you were fucking
me
?"

"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head.

"What?" She slapped the head of my cock with her hand. The long, French-manicured nails dug in to my sensitive skin, making me wince and spasm in pain-pleasure.

I rubbed her neck gently and blew her an apologetic kiss. I could feel her fingers closing more tightly around my shaft and then, slowly, gently, she began to pull on me. "Oh, it was you, angel," I explained. "It was definitely you. But we weren't fucking."

"No?"

I leaned my head back on the bed and listened to her sloppy hand job for a few seconds. Then I continued, "I was eating your pussy and your asshole. Sucking your holes, shoving my tongue up inside you. Licking. Biting. Just attacking you, you know? As if I were starving, or dying of thirst. I just had to
eat
you."

"Hmmmm," she cooed. She increased the rhythm of her pumping on my cock. "You nasty, nasty man."

"Speaking of who's nasty... "

"Hmmmmm." Bending her head forward, she encircled the head of my cock with her lips, still pumping the shaft with her hand. Every time she pulled back on my shaft, my urethra winked open, and she'd flick the tip of her tongue around it and into it.

I gasped with pleasure. Steeling my nerves, I continued speaking, despite the exquisite pleasure building in my crotch. "Why," I sighed, "did you masturbate in class?"

"Oh, that," she laughed.

"Yeah. Christ, Sonia, it was hot. But in the middle of class?"

"I had to do something to get your attention."

"If you only knew! You already had my attention. In spades. You're all I could think of. Hell, right now, you're all I can think of."

"Maybe." She focused on the head of my cock again, this time with her hand. She closed her fingers into a fist around my glans and squeezed hard, pumping heavily in short, fast jabs. My cock felt ready to explode. I arched my hips toward her, straining to meet her thrusts. She smiled and licked her lips and seemed to savor the control she wielded over me.

"We'd been flirting like crazy for what, a month? Six weeks? Anyways, Coop, I had to do something. We weren't getting anywhere."

"I was taking my time."

"No lie. But anything could've happened. You could've met someone else, or I could've had to leave."

"Leave?"

"No. I mean, who knows? We can't predict the future. I needed to know if this was real. Besides, I can only shove so many cucumbers up my pussy, thinking about you, before I need
you
. You know? The real thing. It was time to show you where my head was at."

I inhaled a gasp of air and strained my body. "Well, it worked."

The orgasm welling up inside me reached critical mass. Feeling my cock twitch, Sonia lowered her head to my sex. She opened her mouth and guided my purple cock head to her opening, resting the bottom of my glans on the smooth metal surface of her tongue stud. An electric sensation accompanied the rubbing of my frenulum along the metal. My stomach muscles wrenched and rolled.

"Come on, baby," she said. "Come in my mouth."

And I did.

The campus was so crowded that it proved difficult to find an empty table in the University Center's cafeteria. I could've eaten in my office, away from students and staff and the bustle and vitality of the place, but after last night, I felt uncommonly social and alive. Certainly, I experienced an amazing euphoria and a driving energy that I hadn't felt in--well, I had to admit that I'd never felt it. I felt
good
, and anyone who knew me would have had to say that I exhibited a certain previously unseen spring in my step. I didn't want to waste all of that by being holed up in my office. On the other hand, I didn't feel like being chatted up my needy undergrads or overly ambitious grad students.

Honestly, too, I wanted to find a place to sit and think about Sonia and what we'd done, what that meant for us, and what the future might hold. As she'd said, we can't predict the future. But I had to at least come to grips myself with what it was that I wanted, what it was that I needed. I wanted her, of course, that was the obvious answer.
But at what cost?
And did I even really know her at this point? So, was it the thought of her that I wanted, the idea of her, the idea of this gorgeous, virile young thing wanting me?

Fuck, who wouldn't want that? Maybe I simply liked the way she made me feel. She was ten, fifteen years younger than I, attractive enough to pull the attention of any guy on campus, young or old, and she wanted
me
. She made me feel as if I'd laid her like a porn star. Was I just deluding myself? On the other hand, what did it matter, even if that were the case? Why was I even questioning this? Why didn't I just enjoy the ride and see where it went?