Smack. Joe slapped Amy's ass and she started spraying and gushing all over my face!. The squirt caught me by surprise and I laughed, a deep-throated laugh of sensual joy that I didn't know I had in me. I made Professor Janney gush! She's talked about female ejaculation in class before, but I had no idea it was real — I thought it was just pee! This fluid tasted different, like a spicy, watered down version of her pussy juices. It was bold and amazing and I felt like I'd just been inducted into the Phi Beta Kappa of sex.
Joe, meanwhile, quietly slipped out of Amy and stroked us both, watching us finish each other off with our tongues. He watched us like we were in a porn video, an eager, but tired look on his face.
“Too bad you can only come once, huh?” Amy said, tonguing my taint as she shuddered and finished off what was left of her climax.
“Oh, I did alright.” He smiled and slapped Amy's ass again. Then he slowly got dressed, never taking his eyes off us.
I rolled away and panted, my breath slowing until I composed myself. Professor Janney rolled away and landed on the dropped file folders from my entrance just minutes ago.
A phone rang; a department secretary answered it. “Joe Faustino? Hold on one moment. Let me see if he's in.”
We all stared at each other, wide-eyed, as we hurried to dress. The doorknob began to rattle just as we finished dressing.
“Alicia?” the secretary asked. “Why is the door locked?”
Smooth as silk, I glided to the door and opened it. “Oh, sorry, Joyce. I guess the lock slipped in place. Sometimes it does that.” I reverted to my fake mousy self and hunched my shoulders in an unassuming position. “You know how these old doors are.”
“There's a call for you, Joe,” Joyce explained, walking quickly out of the office.
Joe followed her, then stopped and turned. He looked pointedly at us. “I expect we need to have some more meetings — even an independent study project — to fully explore this topic?” An arched eyebrow was his farewell.
“I'd like that,” I said, hoping to make him go away so I could talk to Professor Janney alone.
Smack. I slapped her ass and waited. She flashed me a smile. “Alicia, how about you and I get together for some tutoring. I'd love to go over some 19 ^th century lesbian pornography monographs with you.”
“That sounds great,” I replied. “In fact, we might be able to work together for an entire year on my senior thesis project if I pick a topic like that,” I said, smacking her ass lightly again. She swallowed, hard, and composed herself, making a mask that shut off her passion.
I couldn't wait to get started on my, er, research.
Housewives in Love
Janine sat in Laura's kitchen just like every Monday morning. It had become a ritual. They lived next door to each other in a gated community and had for the past 14 years. They had a lot in common. Both women had what looked to the casual observer like perfect lives. Wealthy successful husbands, beautiful kids and magnificent homes. Neither woman worked and had maids and gardeners to take care of the chores.
However, below that shiny surface, both Janine and Laura were unhappy. Janine's husband slept with his secretary five years back and though he seemed to have remained faithful since, the affair broke their marriage. Nothing was quite the same since and Janine thought about leaving her husband nearly every day. Only her daughter, Sarah, kept her around. She was sixteen and a junior in high school. It wouldn't be long before she left the nest like her older brother had last year and Janine could leave their father.
Laura was even less fortunate. Her husband was a serial cheater. He'd had numerous affairs and her marriage to him was little more than a sham. She too stayed only for her kid’s sake. Her oldest daughter would graduate this spring and her youngest next year, along with Janine's daughter. Laura was looking forward to her own divorce after her youngest daughter graduated. The two housewives often joked with each other about which would get the bigger alimony settlement.
Janine watched as her friend made tea. Even in sunny Southern California, it was chilly in January and a cup of tea warmed the bones. The kettle whistled and Laura filled the cups she had prepared with the boiling water, brought them to the breakfast table to steep and retrieved the lemon wedges from the fridge. She always had her maid, Inez, prepare them the night before because Inez had Monday's off.
Laura sat and continued her story as the women added sugar and lemon to the cups, “So, then I found a text from a woman named Trixie of all things. Trixie? Really? It didn't say much, but add that to the golf trip,” which Laura emphasized with air quotes, “when he booked the honeymoon suite at the bed and breakfast and the mysterious charge at the jewelers right before Christmas and yeah, I'm sure he's sleeping with another bimbo. I know I didn't get anything from the jewelers for Christmas.”
Janine set her cup down, put her hand on Laura’s arm, and said, “I'm sorry, baby.”
“You know, you'd think I'd be past getting upset about his affairs, but it still bothers me. He could at least act as if we're husband and wife. It’s become so blatant. The Bastard doesn't even try to hide it anymore,” Laura complained patting Janine's hand.
“Excuse me dear, but my husband is the Bastard, yours is the Asshole,” Janine corrected her friend. They both laughed. It was an inside joke. They rarely referred to their husbands with each other as anything but “The Bastard” and “The Asshole”. Janine added, more seriously, “Only seventeen months more and we're both free. You can make it.”
“I know. Thank God for you. If you weren't my best friend, I'd go crazy,” Laura said and sipped her tea. Janine followed suite. It just didn't make sense. Laura was a beautiful woman. Blonde with nice breasts, womanly hips with a thin waist and long sexy legs. She could've passed for thirty-five, even though she was in her mid-forties. The Asshole apparently tired of Laura when she turned thirty and preferred younger women. His loss. Laura was drop-dead sexy and a lot of fun. Janine just didn't get it.
Janine herself had always wondered what made her husband, the Bastard, seek out the younger woman he had an affair with for over a year. She wasn't even that pretty. Janine wasn't as voluptuous as Laura was, but she was still attractive with her brown eyes and long dark hair. She worked hard with her personal trainer to keep her sleek, athletic body in shape. She got her boobs done to please the Bastard and they were even bigger than Laura's were. Before the affair, she would have done anything for her husband sexually. Janine even had sex with a woman once so he could watch, but the Bastard still stepped out on her.
Laura finished her tea and asked, “You ready, sweetie?”
Janine nodded and sipped the last of her tea and placed the cup back on the table.
Laura walked toward the back of the house and Janine followed. She couldn't help but notice how sexy her friend looked from behind. It made Janine wet. Laura turned and smiled, catching her friend staring at her naked ass and said, “I got you a surprise this weekend.”
“Ooh, what is it?” Janine asked.
“It's in the bedroom,” Laura answered. Janine skipped ahead, excited to see what her friend had got for her. She walked into Laura's bedroom, the one she didn't pretend to share with the Asshole, and saw a brightly wrapped box on the bed. The “spare bedroom” was Laura's private space and it was almost as big as the master bedroom and had its own bath. It was all browns and pinks, with a big bed covered with decorative pillows. Janine loved that bed.
“Well, are you going to open it?” Laura asked. Janine sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the box, and ripped it open. It was a plain cardboard box. Janine tugged at edges of the flaps, breaking the tape that held them down and dug inside. She pulled out a long double dildo, shiny and black. Janine turned it over, examining the toy and then tossed the box aside and popped off the bed to hug Laura, the long sex toy dangling from one hand.