Higher Education Ch. 03

I followed like I had no control over my movements. In fact, at that moment, I didn't. I was thinking with my penis.

When we reached the end of a row Molly stopped and turned to me. Without missing a beat she knelt at my feet and reached for my open zipper again.

"Molly, this is crazy, there are two girls at the desk," I hissed with panic in my voice. I knew that there were other people in the library but I was more concerned with the girls at the front desk for some reason.

"Don't worry, they're friends," she whispered as her hand went inside my pants, then added, "They will keep a look out for me. I've done the same for them."

It was obvious that this was a conspiracy and that Molly had planned it all. I had fallen for it. I was such a sucker!

"Oh my," Molly gasped as she wrapped her hand around my penis again.

I moaned in spite of my fear.

"Very nice Mr. Adams," Molly smiled as she pulled my tool from my pants and held it inches from her face. She looked up at me with an almost innocent look.

I was too shocked to speak. I swallowed hard and looked back at the pretty, blue-eyed coed.

"I really need a passing grade in philosophy Mr. Adams." She pulled my penis downward and blew warm air on the pulsing head.

Suddenly I wanted to grab her head and force my penis down her throat. Instead I pushed my hips out at her. However, she pulled back.

"I'm only looking for a guaranteed "C."

Hell, it was only one student and she would have probably gotten a C anyway. I debated for about three seconds before I shook my head up and down. And, just like that I had compromised my principles. Obviously my principles hadn't been that strong in the first place.

Molly smiled brightly and opened her mouth to take me inside.

I moaned quietly as I watched the pretty teenager's lips wrap around the head of my penis. She began to suck. I reached for her soft hair and guided her mouth on my pulsing tool. She swirled her tongue on the head and jerked the shaft like an expert. I could hear her moaning deep in her throat.

After a few sucks, Molly pulled away and held my penis up. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick it like a lollipop. "Molly... lolli," I thought. I was sure that I would never forget her name now.

I watched the young girl lick and then suck me until I couldn't take anymore. The risky nature of the encounter was bringing me to a peak much sooner than normal. However, maybe I just wanted to get it over with. Either way, I could feel the sperm churning in my balls and I knew that my release was close. When my hips began to move faster, Molly pulled away.

She looked up at me and said, "Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my tits."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I had never had a girl ask me that before. In fact, I had never cum on a girl's breasts before.

When I didn't answer Molly said, "No matter, we can do both." With that she put her mouth back on me and reached down to pull her top up, freeing her breasts.

Then I watched as she pulled my dripping penis from her mouth and knelt up on her knees. She was smiling as she wrapped her soft breasts around my shaft until only the head was visible. Then she began to move her breasts up and down, taking my penis into her mouth each time it appeared from between the soft orbs. "Oh Jesus," I moaned as my excitement grew. "Molly, Molly," I gasped in warning. She moaned again and moved faster.

"Oh Godddddd!!!" I groaned as quietly as possible. Suddenly, I felt my juice rushing up the shaft. Two quick spurts of sperm entered her mouth before she abruptly pulled the squirting head out. The next squirt hit her in the face, bringing a squeal of delight from her lips. The next several arched upward, landing on her breasts before streaming between the valley and around my still thrusting penis.

Soon my shaft was coated with sperm and the valley between her breasts was a sticky mess. When Molly finally let go of my penis, I staggered back against the bookshelf. I watched as she casually got up and pulled her top over her cum smeared breasts. My cum was running down her cheek.

"I think I need a Kleenex."

"Oh..." I said when I realized she wanted me to go get it. I pushed my penis back into my pants, zipped up and hurried back to the desk. I found a Kleenex in her bag and glanced at the girls at the front desk. Neither seemed to be paying attention to me. I picked up a couple of books like I was returning them to the shelf and headed back to Molly.

Molly wiped her face and dabbed at some of my juice on her chest. When she was sufficiently cleaned up, we went back out to retrieved the books and put them back. Then we straightened up the table and replaced the chairs. Neither one of us spoke. I didn't know what to say anyway.

Molly suggested that she leave first and I agreed. I watched as she stopped at the counter and said something to her two friends. I saw them turn quickly and look at me. I felt a cold chill run down my spine.

A few minutes later I walked past the desk and said good night to the girls. Sondra smiled and said, "Thanks for coming Mr. Adams." Both girls giggled.

Did she emphasize the word "coming," I wondered? Then, I called myself every synonym for stupid that I could think of as I headed home.

Chapter 3

By the following day, I had concluded that I was going to be fired. Fortunately, I have never been one to dwell on the negative; if it was going to happen, it was going to happen. That attitude helped get me through many dangerous times while on difficult missions in South America. The thought of losing a job was nothing compared to the fear of losing one's life. Even if I did get fired, at least Bo would still love me-provided that I kept feeding him... even a dog has principles.

I was dressed and ready for dinner early that evening. By the time I heard Abigail's horn outside, I was feeling pretty excited and more than a little nervous about the evening. I wasn't sure what she had in mind after dinner but I was feeling randy again so anything was possible.

I had on my best blue blazer, a tie, Dockers pants and loafers. Abigail was waiting in her big Mercedes as I came around the house. I saw her smiling at me as I hurried over to get in on the passenger side of the expensive car. I was pretty sure she didn't but an $80,000 car with the money she made as a dean.

"Hi Dean... uh... Abigail," I said as I got in. I saw that she was wearing a shiny green evening gown that was cut very low in the front, without shoulder straps, and it was short on her thighs. In fact, it was so short that most of her thighs were exposed. While I could see almost to her crotch, I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not. She also had on large jade and diamond earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet. I suddenly felt underdressed.

"Hi," she responded as she lifted the center armrest and patted the seat next to her.

I scooted over, feeling a little uncomfortable sitting that close. I got that same feeling of being a kept man again. However, it wasn't so bad sitting in an eighty thousand-dollar car next to a gorgeous woman-kept or not.

"Are you ready for a nice dinner and then maybe drinks at my place?"

I was pretty sure it would be more than drinks. "Maybe," I answered with a smile in my voice. Then I added, "But maybe I have other ideas about what we do after dinner."

She looked at me curiously and said, "Like what?"

I could see expectation and lust in her eyes. "We'll see," I said. I didn't know what I was talking about but I can be pretty good when it comes to improvising.

We passed a couple of cars and Abigail waved at people. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of being seen going out with someone that works for you?"

"No."

"You could get fired."

Abigail laughed loudly. "I don't think anyone is going to fire me at this school. Well, maybe if I fucked the chancellor in the middle of the stadium during a football game," she said and then added "Actually, that's not a bad idea." She laughed again and said, "No, he's too old and can't fuck anymore."

I didn't know what to say so I said, "Okay."

She could see that I was curious. "My grandfather started this university and I am by far the biggest contributor. I got the position of 'Dean' because of my money."

I must have looked surprised because she added, "You're naive Jim. Everything is about money... but not just at this University. It's like that everywhere. As far as my position goes, I do pretty much what I want and the University looks the other way."

"Does that include things like we did in your office?" I had to ask.

"Yes," she stated flatly. "If the truth was known, I'm not the only one. If any of that leaked to the press... well, the scandal would make national headlines." She laughed again. It was apparent that she really didn't care. Then she abruptly changed the subject and asked, "Tell me, how did you know that when you brought Katie into the office that she wouldn't run out screaming and report us?"

I couldn't tell her that I seen her coming out of her house while I was leaving Maria's so I said, "I just had a hunch from some of your comments and hers."

"I see." However, she didn't really sound convinced.

I added quickly, "You didn't seem to mind her seeing you in... in a compromising position."

She was quiet for a minute and then said, "As you know Jim, I am a highly sexual person."

That's an understatement, I thought.

"Katie is a sweet kid that I have helped out. She is grateful...if you know what I mean."

I think that there was a message meant for me in that statement. "I appreciate what you have done for me Abigail. I really do." Then I changed the subject away from me quickly. "So are you two lovers then?" I said, acting dumb.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation. Then quickly added, "But she's a virgin."

"A virgin!" I almost screamed. "At 26. I can't believe that! There aren't any 26 year old virgins left in the world... are there?"

Abigail laughed. "It's true. Believe me I have wanted to use my dildo on her but she won't let me."

I shook my head in disbelief... not just because of Katie being a virgin but that we were having this conversation.

"Hey, maybe you could seduce her for me. Then I could fuck her with my giant dildo." Abigail laughed loudly again.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

Her voice got serious when she said, "Maybe." The she reached over and grabbed my crotch and added, "But not until I'm finished with this."

My penis began to harden immediately, in spite of the fact that it sounded like she was going to use me for a while and then throw me away.

"Hmmm," she said as her hand rubbed up and down.

I figured that two could play at this game and placed my hand on her bare thigh. It was soft, warm and freshly shaven. She groaned as I slid my hand under her dress until I came to her crotch. She had panties on. I used my finger to gently trace a path up and down the crease of her vagina. I felt Abigail tremble and her legs opened wider. I smiled and rubbed a little harder.

Abigail forgot my penis and gasped, "You're going to make me crash."

"What a way to go," I answered and began to insinuate my finger under the leg band. "This thing has airbags doesn't it?" I added rhetorically. A second later my fingers found her flesh. I could feel that her lips were already wet. I searched for her hole and began to slip my finger inside.

"Jesus Jim," she gasped and snapped her thighs together, trapping my hand.

I wasn't done with her yet. I leaned close and whispered, "So, how did you like having my cock in your ass?"

She groaned.

"I know that I loved it. You have the tightest asshole that I've ever been inside of." I didn't tell her that she was my first and only ass... so technically I wasn't lying. Unable to move my hand, I wiggled my fingers in her soft flesh.

"Jim, please," she begged, keeping my hand imprisoned between her thighs as she tried to negotiate traffic.

I moved my fingers up and down her swollen lips before saying, "All right, if you insist." I pulled my hand from between her thighs and held my finger up to the light. It was dripping with her juice. I stuck the finger into my mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmmm... you taste good."

"Oh Jesus," Abigail said and I could see the swells of her breasts moving up and down in excitement.

I continued the dirty talk for the next half-hour until we got to the restaurant. By that time Abigail was practically climbing the walls.

We pulled up in front of a relative new Hyatt Hotel. It was a 26-story hotel with an observation deck as the 27th floor. The hotel had two large glass elevators on the outside. The Valet smiled and I thought that he was going to wink at me as he took my keys. I returned the smile and took Abigail's arm. We walked arm in arm into the hotel and entered the elevator with a crowd of people. We stood close as the elevator ascended. "Look," I said, "You can see the steeple of the university."

"It's beautiful," Abigail said as she leaned closer to me, her soft breast pressing on my arm.

I took her hand discreetly and leaned close so that the other riders couldn't hear and said, "You're beautiful too."

Abigail smiled and squeezed my hand.

The door to the elevator opened and we were standing in the foyer of a large restaurant. Waiters were scurrying around and the room was bustling with people talking and eating. Three walls of the restaurant were floor to ceiling windows.

The hostess led us over to a small table overlooking the city. The table had a white tablecloth with candles and fresh cut flowers in the center. It was very romantic.

A young waiter came over to take our drink order.

"Paulo," I said in surprise.

"Mr. Adams," he responded with a smile.

"Call me Jim please. I didn't realize you worked here," I said. Then I turned and said, "Abigail VanBuren, this is Paulo Sanchez."

"Pleased to meet you," Abigail said.

"VanBuren?" Paulo said curiously.

Uh oh, I thought.

"Are you Dean VanBuren?" he asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Maria Cortez is a friend of mine."

"Really," Abigail said.

"Yes, we are both from Colombia."

"Uh... Paulo, can we get a quick drink?" I said, trying to stop this conversation.

"Certainly."

Paulo took our drink order and left.

The second Paul left, Abigail asked, "How do you know Paulo?"

I had to think fast because I didn't want her to know that I had gone out with Maria. Somehow I didn't think she would approve. "Uh... I asked Maria for a nice Hispanic restaurant and she sent me to the place where Paulo works. He treated me really nice."

"I see," Abigail said but she didn't look like she believed me.

I reached over the table and grabbed her hand. "Did I say how beautiful you look tonight?"

"Yes," she answered with a skeptical look but then she smiled.

Apparently, she decided to let it go for now. I almost sighed in relief.

Suddenly I felt Abigail's foot touch my pants leg. She had slipped off her high heel and began to run her toe up my leg.

"Now, where were we," I said. "Oh yes, I was telling you how great it was to fuck you over your desk." I could see Abigail's eyes beginning to show lust again. She was pretty easy sexually but I knew that I had better not underestimate her. "Are your panties still wet?"

"Yes," she gushed and added, "And getting wetter."

"Let me see."

She looked at me like she didn't understand.

"Let me see how wet your panties are. Take them off and give them to me." I knew that there was a risk in taking charge, but I was pretty sure that she liked to be dominated sometimes. Some people in powerful positions get tired of being in charge all the time. I was gambling that Abigail was one of those.

Abigail started to get up.

At first I thought that maybe she was pissed and was going to leave. One look at her face told me otherwise.

"No... take them off here."

"Jim, I can't do that," she hissed in a strong whisper but sat back down. I could see that her breathing was already heavier.

I sat back and folder my arms impatiently and stared at her.

Abigail stared back at me for what seemed to be a long, long time. I waited. It was a battle of wills.

Finally, she blinked and looked around the room nervously. Fortunately there was a long tablecloth, which covered most of her lap.

With one last look around, Abigail moved closer to the table and slipped her hands down. I saw her struggling a bit but then she brought her hand up holding a pair of jade green panties. I held my hand out and she discretely placed them into my open palm. I could feel my heart beating hard as the warm material caressed my hand. Then I opened the panties. "You weren't lying were you?" I said when I saw that the crotch was soaked. I brought them to my nose and took a deep breath. "Sweet."

I think I saw Abigail actually blush. Her face was definitely red. I put her panties into my blazer pocket.

Then we were interrupted as Paulo brought us drinks and took our order. We ordered Maine lobster and a bottle of expensive wine. As we waited for the meal, I continued to talk dirty to her and her foot kept moving on my leg... one time reaching to the crotch of my pants.

When dinner arrived, we stopped our activity to eat. The meal was wonderful but I couldn't enjoy it as much as I normally would due to my state of excitement. After dinner and before desert, I excused myself and went to find Paulo.

I caught him rushing back to the kitchen. "Hi Paulo," I said.

He stopped and turned to me with a broad smile. The he shook his hand like he had burned it and said in Spanish, "Very hot!"

"Si!" I returned. Then asked also in Spanish, "What time does the observation deck close?"

"Ten p.m."

"Damn," I said and thought for a minute. Then I smiled and looked around. I whispered, still speaking in Spanish so hopefully no one would understand me, "Listen, is there anyway that you can get the emergency key to the elevator."

He paused and then said, "I think so." But he looked at me like he didn't understand.

"The lady and I would like a little privacy... with a view. Do you know what I mean?"

A wide smile crossed his face. "Si," Paulo smiled in understanding. "I can get it."

I tried to hand him a twenty but he refused and said, "Maria told me that you are going to get Juan's green card back."

Word travels fast. "I'm going to try but I can't promise." I didn't want him to get false hopes.

"That's good enough for me. I'll have it before desert is over."

"Thanks man." I held out my hand with the palm up.

"No problem," Paulo said and slapped my hand.

As I turned around to go back to the table, I stopped and called back to Paulo, "Hey Paulo... here."

I tossed him Abigail's panties.

He smiled when he saw what was in his hand. Then he brought the panties to his nose. Men are all alike no matter where they come from. Paulo put the panties into his pocket and rushed off to the kitchen.

When Abigail and I got onto the elevator it was after eleven p.m. I reached over and pushed the key into the emergency switch and hit the "up" button. I saw a surprised look on Abigail's face but she didn't say anything. The elevator when to the observation deck and I turned the key again, stopping it. Then I turned off the lights inside the elevator. On one side we could see the entire city. Behind us were the closed elevator doors, covered by large mirrors. It was almost like we were floating in the air.

I turned to Abigail and brought her into my arms and our lips met. Both of us moaned as our tongues began to work into each other's mouth. My hands slipped down her bare back until I found the zipper on the back of her dress.