“Are you just saying that… or?” I teased. She revealed her eggs were already done and she was eating them as mine cooked. “Hard to argue with that. I guess.”
I had her grab her passport and Social Security card. I was pretty sure that was all she’d need to apply for a job as a TA.
Class was interesting. Courtney was asking good questions quietly and I explained to her what was going on. We had only had a few sessions and it was clear, Courtney was smart. She was picking up on things very quickly.
“I don’t get it,” I told her as we relaxed in one of our breaks between classes. “You’re smart. You are picking up on everything so fast. Why’d you need to… you know.”
“I’m starting to think it was my teachers.” Courtney concluded. “I was at a private girls school and I know several of my teachers didn’t like me. And when my grades weren’t great, my mom stepped and then things couldn’t stop.”
We reviewed a few concepts she’d need to understand the next class. And when the time came, Mr. Smith started class. “As usual, as the semester ends our TAs are getting swamped. So be patient with them and if you know anyone in need of work, send them my way.” Then he started class.
Courtney glanced at me, and I nodded. “Mr. Smith is great.” I whispered to her, “We hit it off my freshman year in 120 and I’ve even hung out with him a few times. We’ve played Magic the Gathering and League of Legends together.”
“What rank is he in League?” Courtney asked in a hushed tone.
“Not sure this season, but when I was playing with him he was Diamond rank.” I informed her. “Jungle main.”
She seemed impressed, “I’ve gotten to Platinum a few times, but I don’t play it seriously enough to get higher.” Then noticing my look, “ADC main.”
After class, we walked up to Mr. Smith.
“Hey, Tom. Courtney. What’s up?” Mr. Smith greeted us.
“Hey Mr. Smith. Courtney was wondering if you could use an extra grade for the lower classes. We were talking about her work experience, and she has actually never had a job, and wants to start building her resume.” I inquired.
“I’d love it. Several of the lower classes are swamped. Do I get you too in the deal? I know you’re working over in support now.” Mr. Smith exalted.
“I actually got a better job last week, but it’s not a campus job, so I could probably help too.” I told him.
“You two are life savers.” He explained. “Let me get you up to Stacy and we’ll get you guys in the system.”
An hour later the newest TAs were walking out of the building, hired, access granted and instructions in hand.
“That was so easy!” Courtney exclaimed, exuberant. “I have a job! I got hired!”
“You don’t exactly need the money.” I reminded her.
“Fuck money.” She told me. “My mom said I wasn’t smart enough for work and jobs. I just…” she flipped off the sky with both hands smugly. “Fuck you mom!”
“We heading back?” I asked.
“I wanted to swing by the campus nursing office. I know we can get STD tests there. And while we are getting rid of the… asshole, I still want to get tested. After all, I’m going to make sure the other girls get tested, and fair is fair.” Courtney insisted. Reminding me she still wanted me to fuck some of her friends.
“You know, as of right now, our excuse is valid.” I told her. “You can tell the asshole to fuck off.”
Her eyes went wide.
“You mean…” she started.
I pointed to a section of our instructions about VPN access and how to find the grading keys.
“I know you had them stored locally, but all you’d have to say is that you grabbed a local copy so you could work without internet access.” I told her.
“What about the classes outside our major?” She asked.
“Your friends are TAs in those other majors, right? You still have friends there?” I pressed.
She nodded.
“Then you just say, as a grader you were helping them.” I told her. “You should let them know if anyone asks, you help them grade sometimes.”
Courtney pulled out her phone and shot off a few texts. “There. The girls should have my back. I’m going to message the asshole now.” A moment later she hit send.
“Now, let’s see what he has to say to that!” She exclaimed. “Now let’s get the test done.”
Courtney was skipping all the way to the medical center.
She went first. They did a urine test and a blood test. From what I understood a few years ago there was quite the outbreak of STDs at our university, so tests had been made free to all students.
While Courtney was away, I checked the message she had sent.
“Well, asshole. I can officially say you can fuck off! I’m a grading TA, so those pictures and videos you have mean nothing. And if you so much as think of posting a single nude you made me send you, I will have private investigators find you and you will be hit with blackmail, rape and posting of nudes without consent. So, I’m going to offer you this: never message or speak to me again and I won’t have my father get involved. He is a powerful man with many resources and friends in high places.”
Damn, I thought. If she had sent a message like that when I first tried, I would have never gotten any of this.
I went through the thirty second process of deleting the account. Normally, the conversations were linked to a student account and if the student recreated an account the messages would be retrieved from an archive, but watching what happened, the archiving process failed and the account was still deleted. In a matter of hours, not even a forensic analysis could recover them.
“Tom.”
I got up to get my test done. I was fine with the urine sample, but I hated needles.
When I got out, Courtney was waiting for me. “Tom, it’s gone!” She whispered urgently, standing up to join me walking toward the exit of the medical center.
“What’s gone?” I asked.
“The account of the blackmailer! It’s gone. I can’t see the messages, can’t find the account, nothing.” She explained.
“Then I think it worked.” I told her, “What did you say?”
“I told him I was a TA and that the pictures and videos would mean nothing now. Then I told him if he ever messaged me again I’d have my dad hunt him down with a private investigator and see his life ruined.” Courtney recounted.
“Well, that would make me bugger off if I was blackmailing someone.” I told her.
“I feel so free.” She exclaimed. “Let’s go celebrate.” And she took my hand and practically ran home.
Once we were in the door, she leapt on me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her tongue in my mouth, arms around my neck. I carried her to the bedroom that way, groping her ass and tits, until I leaned over and laid her on the bed.
“The couch was closer.” She panted, finally removing her tongue from my mouth so her shirt could go over her head. She pulled my shirt over my head, then it was right back to making out. Once she was naked, I lifted her up again and positioned her further up on the bed and slipped my fingers into her dripping cunt. I began twisting and pulling her nipples, randomly switching between the two. After a minute of attacking her pleasure zones, she had her first orgams of the evening, arching her back and screaming into my mouth.
When she came down she pushed me off her and grabbed my dick, latching down with her mouth and starting to licking and sucking like my dick was the most delicious thing she’d ever had in her mouth and she couldn’t get enough.
The way she twisted her ass was now almost directly by my head, so I brought my hand up and started rubbing her clit.
Courtney moaned on my dick, then in one surge took my dick into her throat. It was exquisite, her throat was pulsating around my dick trying to get it deeper, and with a burst of will, Courtney took the last inch in, touching her nose to my scrotum. Her tongue licked the top of the base of my dick.
I groaned in pleasure. “Oh, Courtney, that’s so good.”
She pulled off, took a deep breath and went right back in. She deep throated like a professional. She pulled out again.
“Damn, Courtney. That was great.” I praised her, “You’re getting so good at that.”
Courtney gasped, “That’s all I have right now, but you can have this.” She flipped around and lowered herself, spearing her anus on my spit lubed dick. Her ass resisted the intrusion of my dome for a moment before surrendering and allowing the anal violation. ”
“Oh, fuck.” Courtney gasped as her ass gaped around my dick. She lowered herself, allowing her body weight to spear her bowels with my dick.
“Give me your hands,” she asked, then took my hands for support, she began lifting her ass mostly off the impaling penis, then dropped it back down, letting gravity drive my pole deep in her puckered hole.
“Oh, that is deep.” She groaned. She tried to get up to speed. “This… looks… so… much… easier… in… the… porn.”
“Don’t believe what the porn shows you.” I said, “If you want it faster, go forward and back.”
She obliged, she could get faster that way, but after a few minutes of receiving my dick in her ass, she gasped and said, “Just take my ass and make me cum.”
I leaned her to the side until she lightly fell to the side, I sat up with her, my dick sliding out of her ass. I pushed her knees up so she was basically in the fetal position, her asshole fully exposed and ready. I quickly applied some lube to my dick, then put it back at her still gaping asshole and pushed it in, one slow deep thrust to bottoming out.
“Fuck, I love how that feels.” She moaned.
I grabbed her hip with one hand, my other fingers wiggling into her pussy as I began fucking her ass with abandon.
“OooooooHHHhhhhhhh!!!” She moaned. Then her hand shot to my chest as she came with my rod up her ass.
Knowing her, I decided to go for the squirt and upped my speed and began thumbing her clit while still massaging her g-spot.
“Fuuuuuuuu…” Courtney gasped, her ass clenching on my dick, and her pussy squirting into my hand. The massage of her ass clenching on my dick put me over the edge and I dumped my load up her ass. The resulting sensation, the heat of the inside of her ass, the moisture of my cum, and the clenching, pushing sensation of her orgasm all assaulting my sensitive, post-climax penis was amazing. I savored it, waiting until the waning erection and consistent pushing forced my member from the pink pucker of her asshole.