Page 24 of Sexploration

My lips connect with hers again as I line myself up with her opening, sliding into her with ease. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my flesh. I slowly rock in and out, allowing her tight walls to adjust to me. But it doesn’t take long before we’re moving in tandem, our hips meeting in the middle with each thrust.

She tears her mouth from mine as I pick up the pace, the wonderful melody of her panted breaths growing louder. Her back arches, her eyelids falling. Josie is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, and nothing compares to seeing her like this—in the throes of passion, consumed by me.

Her thighs squeeze as she tilts her hips, driving me deeper. She’s on the verge already, which is a relief. There’s no way I’m going to last much longer myself. After a decade of wanting her, weeks of spending every free second with her, and hours of pleasuring her, it’s a miracle I didn’t nut the second she touched me.

Her movements are needier, more erratic as she approaches the pinnacle of her release. I stop trying to hold back, my own body becoming rigid from the pressure.

“Open your eyes.” They fly open at my plea and lock onto mine, her bright eyes darkened with lust. “Good girl. Now... come for me, gorgeous.”

She cries out, her body convulsing as I plunge deep and hard one last time. We come together, her pussy milking my tingling cock until our bodies go limp.

I place a kiss on her damp forehead, both of us still trying to catch our breaths. “What do you say? Do you feel sufficiently fucked?”

Her mouth curls into a smile, her head nodding. “Consider me satisfied. You did a very adequate job.”

“Adequate?” I chuckle. “Don’t stroke my ego too much, now.”

She rolls her eyes. “It was the best sex of my life. Better?”

Her confession sends swirling emotions through me. As good as it feels hearing that, I don’t want to think about her ever being with someone else. Not right now. Right now, I just want to live in this moment—to pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist, that’s it’s just the two of us.

“Much.” I kiss her swollen lips, my dick already getting hard again. “Tell me more.”

“That was... I’ve never... I mean...” She fumbles her words, a bashfulness in her tone.

“Damn, I am good. You can’t even form words.”

“It’s true.” She giggles. “I think you’ve ruined me for all other men.”

Other men. Fuck that.

My dick hardens at the perceived threat. There’s no way I’m giving her up now. She’s mine. I’ll happily spend every waking moment fucking her, ensuring she’s so thoroughly satisfied that the idea of another man never enters her mind.

Josie

There’s a mischievous grin on Parker’s face as she pops her head inside my classroom, slinking through the door despite the angry glower on my face. I haven’t spoken to her since she bailed on me Saturday night. It’s not that I’m upset with her. Not really. Her wicked little plan worked. My sexploration is officially underway.

August and I had sex. A lot of it. It was incredible, too, every bit as mind-blowing as I expected. Maybe even more so. He was a musician, playing my body like a finely-tuned instrument. And that’s the problem. I don’t want to give that up. I’m like a junkie waiting for her next fix. This isn’t good.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Parker says, her arms crossed as she leans against the wall. “Does that mean things didn’t go according to plan Saturday night?”

Dodging her wasn’t intentional. Sure, her calls and texts went unanswered on Sunday. But I was still in the sex bubble with August, blissfully ignoring the reality of the situation. And I was late to work this morning because he decided to join me in the shower.

“Whose plan? Mine or yours?” I retort, continuing to take down my bulletin board.

My classroom is nearly bare now. Only a few more personal touches remain. I hate seeing my room this way. The end of the school year is always so bittersweet. No matter how ready I am for a break, it’s never easy to watch my kids move on.

She huffs out a laugh. “Let’s stop pretending like we weren’t hoping for the same thing and just tell me what happened already.”

I let out a relenting sigh. “We went to the bar, and not a single person hit on me. Except for maybe the very sexy bartender. So, we ended up taking a few shots of tequila and we went home.”

She rubs her hands together with excitement. “And then...”

“I ate some leftover lasagna.”

She lets out a dramatic moan. “Josie, stop toying with me. It’s not nice. Did August fuck your brains out or not?” An uncontrollable smile spreads across my face, and she squeals. “Oh. My. God. He did. Tell me everything, right fucking now.”

I shush her, my eyes darting to the hallway then back to her. “You’re going to get us both fired.”

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