Megan Ch. 04

At the end of March- right before spring break- there was a note in my box. It was from Megan's mother, and understandably, I was worried. She wanted to meet and discuss some "issues concerning Megan." There was no indication that anything was amiss. Still though- I had nightmarish images of me walking into the conference, and being ambushed by an angry parent and administrators. My fears though, were unfounded.

"Mr. Williams," Megan's mom said warmly as she glided into my room, "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you." She was a pretty woman in her own right; in her late 40s and slender with auburn hair. "You are Megan's favorite teacher." I shyly smiled, and then we talked about Megan's progress and the several acceptance letters she'd already gotten for college. "That's why I wanted to talk to you," Megan's mom said. "Megan has applied for several scholarships, and I was hoping that you could help tailor her essays."

"I don't think that's necessary," I said, meaning it. "Megan is a gifted writer; I have no doubt that she'll do an amazing job."

At that moment, Megan joined us. "Please, Mr. Williams?" the girl said sweetly. "I really need your help. I want to go out of state, and that won't happen if I can't win at least one of these awards."

"Mr. Williams," Megan's mother followed up, "I will pay you whatever you ask. If you can just help her for a day or two during the break next week, that would mean the world to me. Our thought is that if we can make Megan's work stand out, then that will help her break out of the pack."

I was resolved to say no, but then I made the mistake of looking into Megan's sexy, green eyes. "All right," I said, trying to sound neutral. And then, to Megan: "Email me your topics and what you've written and I'll make corrections and comments. If you'd like to meet, we could probably do it at the Westside Library off of 39th and Main."

Megan looked disappointed and to my surprise, Megan's mom said, "Don't be ridiculous. You'll come to my house." I was going to protest, but then I looked at Megan and saw that unmistakable, naughty twinkle of hers. The temptation was too much.

"Ok," I said. "I'll see you next week."

The following Monday, I found the house. It was in an expensive neighborhood, with tall trees that were starting to turn green after the winter. I arrived at 10am, knocked, and Megan opened the door. "Thank you so much," she said, and gave me a hug that was a little awkward; neither of us, I suspect, was exactly sure of how this was going to play out. She was dressed in faded jeans and a sky blue sweater. I half expected her to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom, but that didn't happen. Instead, we went to the large kitchen table, and to my slight disappointment, we got to work by outlining her first essay and figuring out the hook she'd use to interest her readers.

After about 30 minutes, it occurred to me that we were alone. As I watched Megan re-read her opening for the third time, I stood and got some coffee. When I came back, I paused and just looked at Megan: she was graceful and beautiful and sexy and I wanted her. I then moved behind the girl and began to rub her shoulders. "That feels nice," she purred. I then worked my hands up and caressed the back of her neck. Megan then reached up and rubbed my arms as I slowly touched her smooth, porcelain skin.

"You should take off your sweater," I said quietly. "I can't feel you through it." My hands were back on her shoulders and slowly moving down.

"Stop it," she whispered. "You're making me wet." In answer, I leaned down and softly kissed her neck and then her ear, and she moaned. "Stop," she said. "We have to work."

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

In answer, she let her hand trail down to my rigid, straining cock, and said, "Yes. Unfortunately." But before I could be disappointed, she added, "Don't worry though; we'll play in a little while."

At noon, the outlining was all but finished, and so we took a break. Megan excused herself as I sat at the table, drank coffee and scanned her work one more time. When Megan returned, she stood behind me the way I had stood behind her. I noticed that she had changed and was wearing silver athletic shorts and a small, pink t-shirt with "Baby" emblazoned across her chest. When she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck, I could tell that she had taken off her bra. I turned slightly and could see that her nipples were hard. "God" I breathed. "You are so sexy..."

"I've been so horny just imagining you coming over here," she whispered. I then reached for her and touched her pussy through her shorts, and Megan rewarded me with a low, throaty moan. "That feels so good..." I turned my chair a little to face her, and her response was to straddle me. My straining cock and her wet pussy were separated by just a few thin pieces of cloth. I then reached up with both hands, held her face and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined, and then she was gently biting my lip as we rhythmically grinded together. After about two minutes, Megan broke the kiss. "I want to give you a lap dance," she whispered, and then kissed me again, long and deep. Megan then stood. "Don't move."

She was only gone for about 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. I had no idea what Megan was doing, but I wanted to see. I fought the urge though, and waited. When she returned, Megan looked amazing. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress that barely covered her ass. It also had little cuts all over it. There was one, for instance, just below her hard left nipple, and a thin, long one that showed her belly button and stopped just above her pussy. "This is my mom's," she said. "I've been dying to try it on. I call it the 'swiss cheese dress.' How does it look?"

"Amazing," I said. "Come here." And so she did. She straddled me again, and my balls were starting to ache. We then kissed again, and the right strap of the dress fell down. With my left hand, I gently pulled the material down over the swell of her breast, and I was rewarded with her large, perfectly shaped bosom. They were full and heavy, with erect, pale, pink nipples about the size of a quarter. I tilted my head down and started to kiss and suck and lightly bite those hard little nubs, circling the tip with my tongue.

"Touch my pussy," she breathed. I reached down, expecting to find panties, but to my extreme pleasure and excitement, she had none. I looked at her, and in answer Megan whispered, "You never wear panties with a dress like this and I know that's what you like." She was right. I then traced the outline of her lips, and she was dripping.

After a moment, I took my lips from her right nipple and rasped, "I have to have you."

In answer, Megan lifted her hips and said, "Pull it out. Hurry." I reached down and unzipped my trousers and freed myself. My tool sprang out, long and proud. Megan said nothing. She re-straddled me and rubbed her hot, wetness against the underside of my cock. "I'm going to cum," she breathed hotly, as she kissed me. I answered with a moan as she picked up the pace, teasing us both by holding my cock and firmly rubbing the tip against her sexy, smooth lips. "Do you want to fuck me, baby?" She asked. I moaned and she laughed a little and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought." Megan then guided my cock into her tight, little pussy as I hungrily kissed her neck. "Yessss..." she hissed as we slowly worked it in.

I did my best to hold back, but after six long strokes, I couldn't. "I'm cumming..." I whispered. Megan didn't say anything; her answered was to quickly bounce up and down and fuck me harder. I could feel the spasms as she contracted around my cock and I could feel her shiver as I exploded, deep inside of her. I moaned, deep and guttural, unable to contain myself.

"I'm cumming too..." she said in an exhale. "Oh God, your cock feels so good." She then slumped and buried her face in the nape of my neck and squeezed me tight. "Don't let go of me," she whispered, barely audible. In answer, I reached down with both hands, cupping her firm, tight bottom and pulled her into me even tighter with my still hard cock inside of her. That could very well have been the most exquisite moment of my entire life, and I lost track of time.

And then it was 2pm, and I had to go. The evidence of what we had done was on my pants, and we both smelled of sex. Megan then changed into a t-shirt and shorts (with a bra this time), and gave me a long kiss. "Tomorrow, right?" she asked. Her hand was rubbing my cock, and I was hard again. We both knew she didn't need my help in finishing those essays, but I said, "Of course," and hurried to my truck and drove home.