College Professor Blossoms Pt. 03

Rylen's car is what is referred to as a 'beater.' It's over 20 years old and looks like something a homeless person would camp in. She is constantly having to have it fixed, on a few occasions she's missed her classes or other appointments because her car had broken down.

Once we got to the cars, I saw that she was parked next to me, and we were originally planning on heading home to relax but I had a thought and asked her to get into my car. She asked what was up and I asked her what her ideal car would be, and she said she'd never thought about it. She had always been very frugal with her money, so she didn't have any extravagances. We sat there for a bit, and I found it almost fascinating to see how her mind would process the question.

"I don't know," she ruminated aloud, "I guess maybe a Honda."

"No, I didn't ask what car you would get, what would be your ideal car?"

After thinking for a bit, she finally said, "I suppose a BMW or a Mercedes. I mean who wouldn't want one of those?"

"Okay, what kind of car would be your ideal? A sports car, a sedan, an SUV, a minivan?

"Oh God no, I certainly wouldn't want a minivan. I don't know, I suppose an SUV. I know Claire Hines has one, and Helene and Roberta have one. I know Roberta really likes hers.

Why?"

"I was just curious.

Hey, I don't know about you, but what would you think of one of those jalapeño corn dogs that food truck sells?"

As she was saying, "Oh yeah, that would be great," I started the car and headed to where we always found him. After we ate our corn dogs Rylen asked where we were headed next, and I told her shopping.

"Didn't we go shopping Saturday? I already ordered the dress for the charity event."

"This is a different kind of shopping."

We talked some more and soon we pulled into a Mercedes dealership.

Rylen was looking around and asked, "What are we doing here?"

"We're here to get you a car. Your old one is on it's last leg and that one is broken. We need to get something new and this is what you said you wanted."

"I can't get a Mercedes, what would I do with it. I mean, I can't afford one of these."

"Okay, at least humor me. Let's look at a couple, have you drive one, just see what you think."

"Honey, seriously, I don't think I can afford anything here."

"Come on, just give it a try."

"Okayyy."

We got a saleswoman, Lisa, and looked at several models until Rylen suddenly saw a dark green SUV and for once, seemed interested. Lisa started going over all the features and said we should take it for a test drive. Well, that was all it took, Rylen was in love. As we were driving, Lisa was telling us all about the car, saying it was an AMG GLS, that it was fully loaded, and I don't think Rylen heard a word. She was just looking at all the electronic features and it almost looked like her eyes were glazed over.

When we got back to the dealership, Lisa and I got out first and before Rylen got out, I whispered to Lisa that I didn't want to have Rylen know anything about the price or anything like that. I told her that I'd be paying cash and said we'd take it as is, and asked her to give me their best price including their best and longest extended warranty. I slipped her my Centurion card, and she hustled away before Rylen even got out of the car. I opened the passenger door and sat back down, and it was heartwarming to watch Rylen. She looked like a little girl examining a shiny, delicate toy. I started fiddling with the radio and then told her to stay there, that I'd be right back. I went out to my car and got the music thumb drive that I have, and hustled back to Rylen and the car, and then I put it in its slot, and then figured out how to change the music input source to the stick, and suddenly we were immersed in the great sound.

We were still playing with the different controls when Lisa came back along with a guy in a suit. Lisa surreptitiously handed my card back and was carrying a good-sized package that I assumed was the manual, so I got out and opened the rear door and slipped it into the rear footwell. Once we closed both doors, the suit shook my hand and gave me his card, indicating that he was the general manager, and thanked me for our business before walking away. Fortunately, Rylen was still mesmerized by the car and had, I think, been oblivious to the whole transaction.

Finally, Rylen got out of the car and a little dejectedly said we should probably go. I told her that Lisa and the general manager said we could take it home for the night.

"Oh Anson, I don't think I could do that. It's hard enough to walk away from it now, if we drove it home, I don't think I'd ever want to bring it back."

"Come on, let's just try it for the night. I'll bring it back tomorrow. You know you want to. Besides, Lisa said she could give us temporary tags so at least we won't be arrested."

"Okay, I guess it couldn't hurt," she said with a huge smile.

"Great," I said, trying to hide my enthusiasm as much as I could, "Do you want to lead or should I?"

"You probably should, I'll just go too fast if I'm in front."

Once we got home, I parked in the garage and then motioned for her to park at the very left side of the driveway, and when she got out, I got a huge laugh when she said, "That car is almost better than sex."

Once we got into the house, I told Rylen I was going to change into something more comfortable and she said she'd join me. We went into the dressing area, and I put my dirty clothes in the hamper and Rylen did the same. I quickly put on a ratty pair of jean shorts with holes everywhere and grabbed a muscle shirt, and laughed when Rylen said, "Oh, you're planning on teasing me all night, huh?"

I went downstairs to get dinner going. I was planning on starting with a Panzanella salad, then chicken picatta over an angel hair pasta with lemon, garlic, and artichoke hearts, and a side of steamed sugar snap peas with garlic.

I was lightly pounding the filleted chicken breasts when I heard, "Hey sailor, come here often?"

I turned around to see Rylen standing there in a pair of flowered sandals with what I assumed were four-inch heels, the shortest pair of Daisy Dukes I'd ever seen, and a white button up shirt. On the shirt, not a single button was closed, there was just a gap about four inches wide all the way down, giving me a view of her chest, dual side boob, and flat stomach, before being covered by her shorts. And the shorts. Ay yi yi. Be still my beating heart. Whoever said that sometimes being clothed is sexier than being naked was talking about those shorts. First of all, they were originally low-rise jeans but the top part where the belt loops and top button originally were, had been cut off. I'm sure that if Rylen wasn't waxed bare of her pubic hair, you'd see some coming out the top of these shorts. Then, they were cut so short that in the front, the lowest part in the middle was the bottom inch or so of the zipper, then they were cut across so that only the seams of the pockets were intact, leaving the entire pocket lining hanging loose. Then when she turned around, I saw that they were cut straight across, leaving only about a top third of the pockets intact, showing pretty much her whole ass. The top of the left pocket was torn away so you could see a bit more of her ass cheeks, and the only part that connected the front to the back was the middle seam. I've seen larger bikini bottoms than those shorts. Also, I saw that the back of the shirt had a pretty embroidery of a few roses.

All in all, the look was steaming hot.

Right away she saw that her outfit had the desired effect, because my cock was making a serious tent out of my shorts.

I had to stop what I was doing so we could have a kiss that did her outfit justice. However, Rylen started rubbing my cock through my shorts and I had to pull back, telling her if we continued, we'd never have dinner. With a pout on her face, she asked if there was anything she could do to help, and I said if she didn't mind, she could slice the cherry tomatoes in half.

I was about ready to put the chicken breasts in the pan when the doorbell rang.

"You expecting someone?" Rylen asked.

"No, it's probably FedEx or UPS, would you mind getting it?"

I heard her opening the door and ask, "Can I help you?"

Then I heard a voice I recognized, "Ah... is Anson home?"

I yelled, "Come on in Antoinette, is Henri with you?"

As I heard the door close, I turned around to see my neighbors Antoinette and Henri and then Rylen come around the corner, and I greeted Antoinette with a hug and double cheek kiss and shook hands with Henri.

"It's good to see you guys, when did you get home, but most importantly, let me introduce my fiancée. This is Rylen, Rylen this little pixie is Antoinette and her husband Henri."

Antoinette squealed something in French and Rylen responded in French, then they giggled together and hugged again.

As they were hugging and doing the European double kiss thing, I asked, "I thought you guys weren't getting back until Sunday."

Since Rylen was in her heels, even she was towering over Antoinette and Henri. Antoinette is 41, a couple of inches under 5' tall and I'd be surprised if she weighed 90 lbs. She is quite diminutive with maybe small B cup breasts; however she is quite muscular, having been an acrobat for a world famous traveling circus. She's quite cute, with a little turned up nose, very dark brown short hair, and she has a very outgoing, extroverted personality. Henri is 46, quite introverted until you get to know him, maybe 5'2" and is built like a fireplug, very muscular with a shaved head but very average looking. He has a average sized cock, maybe 6" or so and also used to work for the same circus as Antoinette, but he wasn't a performer but one of the guys pulled the ropes and set pieces around, hence his very muscular body.

Rylen was giving them sort of sideways glances, I'm assuming because of what they were wearing. Antoinette had on a pair of pink booty shorts that were not much more than a thong, a pretty transparent white top with little thread knots for polka dots. You could pretty easily see her dark pink areolas and nipples through it, along with a pair of pink sandals with about a two-inch wedge. Henri was wearing a pair of very light gray spandex shorts that barely covered his ass cheeks and when he was aroused, as he happened to be at the time, you could not only see the shape of his cock but also a bunch of untrimmed pubic hair. He was also wearing a wife beater type shirt and a pair of flip flops on his feet.

They both were quite surprised when I introduced Rylen as my fiancée and after answering all their expected questions, I again asked, "When did you guys get back, I thought you weren't getting back until Sunday?"

"Oh, I had a big fight with my mom, as usual, and we decided we didn't need her shit and came back early," Antoinette answered.

Turning to Rylen, I told her, "Antoinette and Henri are from France and they apparently just got back after being gone what, three weeks?"

Well suddenly Antoinette, Henri, and Rylen started talking a mile a minute in French so I got back to my cooking, but after a couple of minutes I had no idea if it would be a good time to butt in, but I asked them, over my shoulder, if they wanted to stay for dinner.

The three started talking in French again and finally I had to say, "Yo, are you guys staying for dinner?"

"Sorry honey, yes they're staying," Rylen said, and then they all started back in French.

"Hey, you know, this is no fair, I have no idea what you're all talking about."

"Oh, sorry honey."

"Oops, sorry Anton," Antoinette said, "It's just so nice to meet someone here that speaks French."

"Hey honey," I said, "Would you mind getting the bottle of wine out of the white wine column, it's in the top space by itself, pour some for all of us and then get two more bottles out of the wine cellar and put them where you got the first one."

"Sure. Ah, what's a wine column, and ah, where's the wine cellar?"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't gotten the tour yet. Henri, would you mind helping her out?"

After they left to go downstairs, I asked Antoinette, "So, what do you think?"

"Oh Anton, she seems so nice, and I'm sure you like how she's dressed."

"That's for sure, I've only seen her in public in two things, but they were both pretty out there, I'll have to show you pictures later."

After that, Henri and Rylen got the wine sorted out, and shortly I had dinner ready. Once we finished eating, I put all the dishes and things in the dishwasher and joined the others in the great room.

Right away Antoinette asked, "Okay, what game do you want to play?"

"Do you guys usually play games?" Rylen asked.

"Oh, we usually play something," Antoinette said.

"Like what?"

"Twister, Cards Against Humanity, Truth or Dare, That's What She Said, or Do or Drink. Usually just those."

"You know, I've never played Twister, how do you do it? Isn't that for kids?" Rylen asked.

"Okay Anton, get the mat and spinner, this will be fun," Antoinette said with a grin.

"I'm not sure honey, I don't know it's something you'd want to do," I said.

"Why not, I mean it's a game for kids isn't it?"

"Come on Anson, get it and we'll show her," Henri finally spoke up.

I got the mat and spinner out and set the mat up and we decided we'd do two teams of two: Antoinette and Henri against Rylen and me.

I looked at Rylen and said, "So as you can guess, it gets pretty sensual as you're moving around each other. And then, on top of that, what we usually do is, you try to distract your partner."

"Oh," Rylen said, suddenly looking kind of shy, "And how do you distract your partner?"

"You guys want to show her?" I asked Antoinette and Henri.

"Sure," Antoinette said, "Come on Hotstuff."

They got on the mat and got themselves contorted into a position, and then Antoinette slipped Henri's cock out of his shorts and started licking it. Then they moved again and started kissing, and then Henri moved Antoinette's shorts aside and started licking her pussy. For their final move, they moved in for a big kiss while Henri licked Antoinette's tits.

I was watching Rylen during their demonstration, and she quickly started fidgeting and as I watched, I saw her face and neck get flushed, and by the time they were done, she was licking her lips. With the demonstration done, it was extremely apparent that Rylen was very turned on.

"Well," I said, "Who's first and what are the rules?"

After thinking about it for a bit, Henri said, "How about 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' to see who goes first, and then the winning team is whoever completes the most moves. Then one player on the losing team has to take off a piece of clothing, and then we start all over. Once both players on a team are naked then maybe 'Truth or Dare' or 'Never Have I Ever' for afterwards."

"Okay," I said, "Let's give it a go if you're okay with that honey?"

"Hey, before we get started, let's have a shot, "Rylen said.

"Good idea, "I said, "Who want's what?"

Antoinette first chimed in with, "How about your famous Kamikazes?"

After everyone else agreed, I made a large batch, poured out four and put the rest in a bottle, and stuck it in the freezer.

We all took the shot with a little bit of a grimace from Rylen, we rolled the spinner, and it was suddenly Rylens and my turn to play a Twister.

Rylens first spin was a hand one, and right away everyone was able to clearly see her tits as her shirt opened right up. Within three spins, I was behind Rylen and leaned my face forward and gave her a long lick on her crotch, right outside of where her shorts ended. She gave out a loud squeal and jumped and fell sideways. We all laughed and it took almost a minute before we were able to compose ourselves. When Antoinette said we lost the round, Rylen begged her to give us another chance, saying that it was only her first time playing.

Antoinette relented, and Rylen and I resumed where we were, and they spun the spinner again. This time I was in an ever better position to lick Rylen. I was able to lick her pussy, right around the center seam of her shorts. With my tongue, I was able to move the seam over to the side and finally I was able to lick the entire slit of her pussy, stopping only when my tongue circled around her clit several times. Rylen was moaning so loud that she didn't even hear Antoinette call out her next move. Before Rylen could move, I was able to take one hand off the mat and put two fingers in Rylen's pussy. With my continued assault on her clit and fingers rubbing her g-spot, Rylen soon had an orgasm and collapsed onto the mat, finishing our round.

Antoinette looked like a cheerleader, jumping up and down with her unfettered breasts wobbling around as she jumped, "Woo hoo, we can beat that in a heartbeat."

The rest of us were laughing hysterically except for Rylen, who laid on the mat for at least a minute and I could tell that she didn't care in the least that we lost. She was laying on top of one half of her shirt front, and the other had moved around her so her tits were not even slightly obscured. Of course, that was giving Henri and me steel posts in our pants. Before Antoinette and Henri started their turn, I poured us another shot.

Antoinette and Henri were serious about winning, and after their fifth spin they had the game in the bag. As soon as they completed their fifth spin they first sat down and Antoinette leaned over to where Henri was sitting, fished his cock out of his shorts and immediately engulfed it with her mouth. As soon as I saw what she was going to do, I watched Rylen and again I could tell that she was immediately turned on. Antoinette didn't finish the blow job on Henri, but when she backed away Rylen's eyes were glued to Henri's wet, very hard, twitching cock. She quickly looked up at me, back down at his cock and then back up at me. It seemed to me like she was asking permission for her to resume the blow job on Henri, but I didn't make an indication of any kind, and after maybe holding her gaze for two or three seconds, I stood up and went to get each of us another Kamikaze. I was interested to see what she would do, but when I got back into the room with more shots, Henri had tucked his cock back into his shorts and everyone was looking at me expectantly.

"Okay," I said while still standing, "I'll take this one for the team," and pulled my shirt over my head. "Are you ready for round two?" I asked Rylen.

"Well, if you'd stop distracting me, we'd do better," Rylen responded with a laugh."

The next game, we did better, making six moves before I finally fell down when Rylen started licking my cock head when it popped out the leg of my shorts, seeing her unfettered breasts.

This time, Antoinette and Henri lost when she was too short to reach the required spot. Antoinette had no more than given up when she pulled her top over her head.

The third game, Antoinette and Henri lost again, and Henri took his shirt off, and on the fourth one, we lost, and Rylen decided to take her shirt off. Although her shirt hadn't hidden much since it wasn't buttoned at all, my cock was absolutely bursting knowing that she was topless in front of Henri.

The fifth game, Rylen and I lost so I took my shorts off, and then the sixth game, Antoinette and Henri lost and before Henri had a chance to take his shorts off, Antoinette shimmied hers down her legs, and now both she and I were naked.

Finally, the match came down to the final game where either Henri or Rylen would be losing their shorts, meaning one or the other team would then be naked. Antoinette and Henri went first, and they completed six moves, and when Rylen and I started, I boxed myself in and we were only able to four moves. As she was taking her shorts off she said, "Well that didn't take long, do we want a rematch or something else?"