Star Pupil

Star Pupil

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Grammar aside, Jacob was brilliant.

That’s how he ended up with his engineering scholarship. He was a smart young man, but sometimes the simple nuances of drink, drank, drunk were beyond him. That’s why I’d been helping him with his English papers since he’d started his sophomore year at the local university.

I’d been a teacher until I’d started my own business, but I still tutored on the side when I could. It was nice money and kept me busy. I had a lot of time on my hands, being a divorcée.

Jacob was my favorite student, and I was itching to get into his pants. I’d had my share of local boy toys since ditching my husband. Young men appreciating an experienced woman is no myth, I’d found out. But Jacob was special, and I wanted him.

He was shy, and I always caught him looking at me with a mix of admiration and longing. But he never acted on his obvious desires. His big blue eyes would follow the lines of my body, his cheeks would get flushed, and he’d rake a big hand through that black hair of his and make me crazy. My speculation was that Jacob — all six foot four inches of him — was a virgin.

As he came loping up onto my porch the other day, I was studying him through the peephole. I watched him fix his hair, pop a mint into his mouth and steel himself. He was nervous. It was always charming to see him flustered.

He rang the bell, and I made him wait a beat as if I hadn’t been standing right there. I wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse that was sheer enough to give a hint of rosy nipple without being fully see-through. I wanted him to be a bit flustered and a lot excited, not gobsmacked.

He looked startled when I opened the door, like he always did. I almost laughed but managed to stifle myself.

“Come in, Jacob. Still a little chilly out there,” I said. “The warm weather isn’t quite here yet.”

Which was true. It was also why my nipples were standing at attention. A fact that wasn’t lost on Jacob. His cheeks went the shade of a lobster, and I took his wrist to tug him into the house. Then I shut the door.

“I liked your paper on The Odyssey,” I said.

“You did?”

I leaned in and softly kissed the tip of his wind-chilled nose. He made a strangled sound, and I smiled warmly.

“I did.” I touched his arm. “Was that okay?” I asked.


“Me kissing you.”

He nodded vigorously while exhaling the word “yes.”

“Good.” I kissed him again. Gently. On the mouth. A kiss so tender it was almost as if it hadn’t happened.

He made that noise again, but then his mouth crushed down on mine and his hands came up to hold my arms. When his tongue poked past my lips, I parted them wider and let him in.

“I know you’ve kissed a girl before,” I said. “I can tell.”

I ran my fingertip up the growing bulge in his jeans. His cock was long and spectacularly stiff. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it.

He cupped the back of my head and went back in for more. His mouth became bolder, and he pulled me to him so I could feel the hard line of his dick nudge the cleft of my pussy. I grabbed his ass and squeezed. It was as hard as hell, Jacob is on the university’s track team.

He smiled and ran his thumbs in circles over the puckered halos of my nipples.

He groaned, and I laughed.

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