College Gives a New Beginning

"But you're still a married man and people don't really know that you're separated yet. They are already starting to think things about us as it is," she replied, a true look of concern in her eye. "I have to be careful, you know. They'll get the wrong impression of me."

My jaw dropped as I listened to her; realizing by her words that reality was she felt similar desires toward me. After all, her only worries were because I was married which led me to believe she wanted me equally but restrained herself only for that fact.

I inched a little closer to her, my desires for her overcoming my actions. Looking around the parking lot one last time, I said, "Only the stars are watching us right now..., no one else is around to see a thing." She playfully rolled her eyes and sat down in the seat of her car then looked back at me, a grin spreading across her lips.

"You're crazy; you know that, right?" she chuckled as she stood up once more, closing the distance between us.

"I'm crazy about you...," I replied taking the chance to inch a little closer as well. "That I do know."

She slowly leaned against me, pressing her soft lips delicately against mine. The electric shock immediately soaked my body from head to toe as my head spun into the heavens. "Only when we're absolutely alone, okay?" she added then gave me another peck before getting back in her car and driving away.

I was drunk; intoxicated by her feeling, her skin, the smell of her hair. My heart wanted to do backflips while my mind wrestled with the fact that it would be another week before I got to see her again. What was worse, my wife and the kids were returning later that week. Her parents had convinced her to try one last time.

"I don't want one last time," I spoke out loud to myself in the car as I drove home, reliving the moment in my head. "I want Shellie; I want a new chance to live again." Hearing the words actually spoken made my drive all the more set on that fact. Of course, I knew she still was with her partner as well so it would take time; but eventually I was determined to make her mine.

The night they returned, my peace was shattered into pieces. The old arguments began before we even arrived home from the airport and I told her right there that I had a big project due at school so I wouldn't be home the following evening until late. It was a flat lie; but I just didn't want to be around her at all. Where Shellie brought out the best in me; my wife brought out my worst.

At the school the following evening, I went to the lab to work. I really didn't have anything to work on but the ambience just made my heart flurry as I thought of Shellie. Sitting before the computer, my eyes closed as I dreamed of her, the dream suddenly became quite real.

"Hey you," I felt a poke in the ribs and that sweet angelic voice only a few feet away. "What are you doing here tonight?" Shellie asked as I opened my eyes.

"Just..., working on some things," I glanced at the black computer screen, having not even turned on the machine yet. She saw it too and looked back at me in surprise.

"Walk with me," she held out her hand and I gladly took it; happy for any excuse to feel her hand in mine. Slowly we walked around the building though I didn't say much, just listened to her funny stories and enjoyed her company.

She kept stopping every few minutes and asking if I was really okay and I tried to feign that I was but she had truly come to know the real me over the past several months. Around the back of the building as we walked slowly, I felt her fingers run along my palm and then slide into mine, interlocking as we walked and my heart just jumped once more.

"Shellie?" I asked her, stopping her in mid-stride to look at me. She raised her eyebrows curiously but never pulled her hand back. I bit my bottom lip nervously, running my fingers through my hair. "You uh..., you know that I uh...," I couldn't get the words to come out; my entire body was trembling with a mix of scared and excited emotions.

"What is it Stewart? You can tell me," she smiled once more; that smile that gave me courage and made my head spin. That smile that made me first fall in love with her to begin with.

"I love you, Shellie," my voice squeaked a bit as I admitted months' worth of feelings in those four words. "I mean..., I've fallen in love you." She smiled at me from cheek to cheek, a little blush coming across those full cheeks and looked around us before leaning in to kiss my lips softly once more.

"It's not really a secret sweetie...," she whispered with a giggle, "but I'm still glad to hear you finally say it." She didn't return the words exactly but as we walked slowly on that evening, she kept her hand in mine and even leaned her head on my shoulder. I heard her even give a contented sigh into the night. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that she felt the same.

The following few weeks were a little frustrating for me. I wanted to be alone with her so I could feel those sensual lips on mine once more but it just never seemed to work out. There was always someone around and she insisted on our 'behaving' when anyone else might see.

It was three weeks later as we sat in class completing our midterms and I felt her hand placed on mine under the table. 'I love you, too' she mouthed to me with a smile before returning to her work and about halfway through the class time we had both finished and left, purposefully waiting a few minutes between so no one would realize we were leaving together.

Once free of class and knowing we still had an hour and a half before class was supposed to officially be over, we began walking toward her car slowly. I was afraid she'd want to go home immediately but she didn't stop by the car at all. We just kept walking on in the direction of a trail through the woods beyond the school.

It was about a thousand feet into the woods where we found a park bench and Shellie sat down, pulling me down beside her. "Now we can do this properly," she giggled, frisking her hair back and leaning over to kiss me.

It wasn't the soft kisses we had shared before though; her intentions were a lot more passionate now as her tongue snuck into my mouth and played with mine. Quickly I followed suit, joining in her game as I wrapped my hands around her waist and held her tight to me. She put her arms around my neck and we made out like teens in love under the forested moonlight.

My hands roamed over her back and after a few minutes I became a little daring, allowing my hands to brush the hem of her shirt up just high enough so I could touch her bare skin. She slipped her head to the opposite side when I did, heaving her chest into mine which I took as a sign of her enjoyment of the moment.

Slowly my hands rose along her bare back under the loose shirt, finally reaching the strap of her bra. We hadn't stopped kissing for more than a breathing moment the entire fifteen or so minutes but I wasn't sure exactly how far she wanted to take this. With my hands slowly caressing her back, she broke off the kiss just long enough to speak.

"You know love," she whispered, "you'll get a lot further if you get that out of the way." It was only a suggestion; not a demand though as she continued her erotic assault upon my lips. My head flew to the heavens both by her suggestion and that she called me 'love.' Fumbling as if I were a nervous teen, I tried to unsnap the bra with a single hand but my lack of practice from the past several years made it quite difficult.

She broke the kiss once more and turned her back toward me, lifting her shirt just high enough so I could see what I was doing. With a quick unclipping, she skillfully removed the garment from under her shirt while giggling at me. "You're not a virgin, right?"

I laughed, a little embarrassed at the temporary setback in my skills. "Just out of practice, that's all," I chuckled remembering how I once could unsnap a whole row of bras in less than thirty seconds. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and leaned her back against me, nuzzling her neck with my lips as my hands roamed her bare stomach under her shirt and slowly, even tantalizingly teasing, I slid them up her body.

She cocked her head to the left, meeting my lips once more while wrapping her arms around my neck behind her. It was a clear signal to me what she wanted; the path was completely open to me.

Her feminine flesh was undeniably divine; my palms slowly caressing the soft sensual globes, their slightest sagging weight in my hands from her days of pregnancy and child-rearing reaffirming to me the absolute natural beauty that she was.

All in all, she was about a perfect handful for my large hands; probably would have been a bit more than that on a shorter typical-sized guy. I'm pretty tall though; skinny body, big hands, long legs and fingers, that sort of thing.

Still wearing her shirt, of course, I couldn't really see anything but the sexy cleavage of my vantage point over her shoulder. Still, I explored her curves blindly with my hands just as my tongue friskily swam within her succulent mouth. Reaching her nipples, I found that they were quite erect as they poked directly into my hand.

With easy movements, unsure just how sensitive she might be, I made circles with my palms over the tips. Immediately she gasped, pressing herself more against my palms before settling back into our kiss. Content to see her reaction, I searched her nipples again, taking them simultaneously in a gentle pinch of my index finger and thumb.

Her mouth broke from mine as she lay her head back on my shoulder, a slight tremble shaking through her body as she inhaled deep and slow. With her head moved, I could see down her body now; her stomach actually bared a bit by the pulled up shirt. There was a small space between her jeans and abdomen; easily I could see the lacy edge of her crème-colored panties.

Looking back at her angelic face, her eyes closed in tender bliss as I pleasured her nipples in our shared moment, I decided to venture downstairs. She was just too inviting not to. Leaving my right hand on her breast, kissing her neck and running my lips up to her earlobe, playing my tongue with her earring before making the slow tantalizing return trip, my left hand also caressed down her body.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as my hand slipped beneath her jeans and lacy hem. I got as far as my fingertips brushing the tops of her trimmed girl fur when the fabric stopped me. "Naughty boy," she whispered with a giggle, releasing her arms from my neck long enough to unbutton and unzip her jeans before putting the arms back.

"You make me feel like a teenager again," she whispered turning her head to kiss my neck. With the coast clear and her obvious invitation, I continued my descent into her soft nether regions, my fingers running slowly through her supple hair while our lips locked once more.

My fingers found the top of her Venusian smile and she gasped, her legs moving a little further apart to allow my advance. "You don't know how many times I've fantasized about this," I teased in her ear, my hands continuing forward as my fingers caressed down her bare mound.

"You and me both," she gasped, pushing her pelvis against my intruding hand. My middle finger slipped between her womanly folds, the tip finding her heavenly warm entrance. I added just a touch of pressure there together with a rolling of my fingers in my other hand on her nipple while I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, pulling my head and lips closer and tighter against her.

My own rod was on fire, pushing against my jeans and I knew she could feel it in her back. He was pleading to be let out but I refused to give in to my own needs; concentrating only on pleasuring the woman I loved.

She was getting warmer and wetter by the second, reacting to the circles I made just outside her moist canal. I began to dip inside with every second pass, drawing out her juices to my finger as I entered a bit deeper with each motion.

Shellie found my rhythm and pushed down against me with each pass, making my intruder explore new and deeper parts of her womanhood. "Oh Stewart...," she gasped as my finger dove to its depths, bucking her hips against my hand as her warmth surrounded me.

"You feel so amazing," I whispered in her ear, my right hand lowering from her breast to join in the loving exploration down below. She was really getting worked up, pulsing her hips against me, the wet moisture making a second finger slip along into her love canal just as my right hand found her excited clit near the top of her lips.

After wetting my fingers with her juices, I began gyrating my right hand along her erect bud while simultaneously running my fingers along her inner wall with my left. She was forced to break our lips' embrace as her mouth opened and her body shuddered to my touch.

She arched her back against my body, pushing her hips in rhythm to my touches and thrusts. "Wow..., lo..., love," her body jerked involuntarily as she looked up into my eyes. "You're gon..., gonna make m..., make me cu..., cum if yo..., you don't..., st..., st..., stop."

I took it as a personal challenge, adding just a touch more of pressure and speed to her sensitive lady parts. "That's my plan, beautiful." The shuddering and twitching in her abdomen spread to her legs and head as well with increasing frequency.

She wrapped her arms around my neck behind her again, spreading her legs just a tad wider as she made love to my hands intruding her jeans. Her breathing was coming short and her eyes closed as she bit her lip. Barely I could make out an audible mantra of "yeah..., there..., yeah..., Stewart..., mmmmm...."

Suddenly her eyes flew open as she looked up at me, her lips trembling and shaking with equal strength as her stomach and legs were now doing. "I love you..., Stewart," I could feel her muscles contracting on my fingers as her sex embraced me as hard as her arms were doing.

It took a few minutes for her to come back down from her natural high. I tried touching her again but she jerked and shook her head, pulling my hands out of her panties. Being the joking goof that I was, I licked my fingers, moaning and audibly enjoying her womanly taste.

"You're crazy," she shook her head, forcing herself to sit back up straight.

"Delicious," I replied, winking at her. "I can't wait to lick it out straight from the source." She giggled and blushed, buttoning her pants back together.

"Not out here in the woods, you're not...," she turned to look at me. "As much as I might really want you to..., I'm not taking my pants off out here." Her eyes then glanced down at the bulge in my pants and back up.

"You on the other hand...," she scooted forward, her hands running down my chest and abdomen to find my belt buckle and button. "You don't have to take your pants off all the way," she looked at me exotically, an eye of lust as she pushed the zipper down and reached into my pants and boxers with her hand.

When her hand brushed my rod, I gasped just by her touch. It took a long minute and I did end up pushing the jeans off just a little before she could finally get my stiff soldier out into the night air. Finally he was free though, held in her soft fingers as she slid ever closer to me.

"Mmmm," she bit her bottom lip, closing the distance between us. "I could definitely get used to playing with this," she slowly stroked my bared manhood while her lips locked on mine in a passionate kiss.

Once more my head was spinning, feeling her fingers run up and down my length, circling my sensitive helmet with her hand while she passionately played with my tongue. Being on edge for so long while I had played with her, I could feel my own eruption coming soon though I pushed it back with all my strength. The moment was just too amazingly beautiful to stop just yet.

My hands roamed under her shirt, cupping her breasts while she continued to please me with deep full strokes followed by circles with her palm along my head. My pre-cum juices were flowing and she used them to great effect, wetting her palm all the more, driving me insane by the smooth feel of her fingers.

Just when I thought the time was about to come, she stopped, breaking off our tongues' embrace. Her eyes looked sparkling and devilish at the same time while she pushed herself back along the bench, lowering her body.

"Oh wow," I exclaimed, feeling her lips suddenly engulf my rod. She was warm and blissful, sensual in her wet caresses while her hand continued to stroke the base of my manhood. "Shellie," my abdomen twitched as I ran my fingers through her smooth silky hair, "you're a goddess my love."

I felt my moment now quickly approaching and though I didn't want her to stop the amazing tongue bath, I knew I had to warn her. "Shellie love..., I'm..., I'm gonna...," she paused for just a moment like she was thinking before redoubling her efforts.

All my strength gave way immediately as my legs twitched and a thousand fireworks blew up inside my body. Wave after wave of electric shocks coursed through me as I exploded with a final grunt into her loving mouth, doubling over as she sucked every drop from me like a straw.

When I finally stopped cumming, she sat up, her full cheeks puffed out like her mouth was full. She looked around like she wanted a place to put it but her giggling side took over once more. Scrunching her eyes, she swallowed it down and started laughing.

"What?" I blushed while putting myself away once more. "What's so funny?"

"Didn't know where to put it so as not to make a mess on my clothes," she giggled. "That's the first time I've ever done that."

"It sure was sexy watching you though," I chuckled standing up and holding out my hand to her. "God..., it felt good too, baby."

She took my hand in hers, interlocking our fingers as we slowly started walking out of the forest. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," she whispered. "...almost enough to say 'hell with it' and jump you right here."

"I wouldn't mind," I shrugged goofily while she looked at me with a giggle.

"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't." We walked on slowly, enjoying each other's company as we neared the parking lot. When we saw there were people still around, she reluctantly let go of my hand and we walked to her car like always.

"Tell you what," she sat in her chair looking over at me and then at the people coming out of the building. "Can you take a day off work next week?"

I nodded, "for you; definitely." She blushed and grinned.

"How about I email you what day and we meet up," she bit her lip as her eyes roamed over me. "God I want you so bad...," she gave a low growl.

"That feeling is DEFINITELY mutual," I chuckled and she looked around the parking lot once more, pouting when she saw the people still around.

"...but not just once," I added, leaning against the open door. "I want to have you forever; go to bed beside you, wake up with you in my arms every morning." She looked up at me, her eyes batting as a sparkle grew in them.

"Why couldn't I have met you eighteen years ago?" two tears slowly slid down her cheek. "We could have been so perfect together."

"It's not too late, you know." I leaned in closer to her, somewhat aware that we were being watched by the instructor talking with a few students nearby. "We could still runaway together."

"But..., you're married." I shook my head.

"She's leaving when school's out for the summer," I replied. "The papers are already being worked up as we speak."

Her shoulders drooped as she looked longingly at me. "But..., my son. He won't turn eighteen for about a year still." I touched her chin, bringing her eyes back up to meet mine.

"Then I'll wait for you," I promised. "We can stay incognito for another year while you get things ready. Once we graduate and he turns eighteen, we'll run off together out west. Come on, love."