Go out with a bang.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because,” Miranda rose from her chair, and closing the laptop unplugged it. “I thought of a way you could get that A.”
She handed him the laptop. “Put that on the chair behind you, please.”
He took it, and did as she asked, his face breaking out in a hopeful smile.
“Seriously?”
“I wouldn’t joke about this.” She picked up the phone and leaning over put it on the floor so the surface of the desk was completely clear.
“That’s great!” He clapped his hands. “What do you want me to do?”
Miranda took a deep breath.
“Honey,” she popped open the top button of her blouse. “You’re going to do me.”
Chapter Four
“What did you say?” Tristan’s green eyes went wide.
“You need something from me, and baby,” she flicked her tongue across her red lips. “You have something I want.”
She continued unbuttoning her shirt while watching Tristan’s eyes follow the motion. He had a look of disbelief on his face that she’d find funny under other circumstances, but right now she was out to prove she wasn’t kidding.
She reached the last button.
“I know you want an A,” she pulled her blouse open, exposing her breasts which were barely contained, and concealed, by the skimpy transparent bra. “But how about a pair of Ds?”
“Wow!” Tristan whistled.
“Yeah?” she smiled. “You like…”
“That was a really bad line,” He shook his head.
“Oh, god,” she felt her face grow even hotter, but now from embarrassment, not desire. “I’m sorry, I feel like such an…”
“But some goddamn beautiful tits!” Tristan finished. “Holy shit, they’re big!”
“I… you really like them?” So much for being the older more mature woman, between being not only relieved, but giddy, she sounded like a nervous girl his age.
“They’re even better than I thought they’d be,” he gave her a sly smile. “And I thought about them a lot.”
Miranda’s heart raced at his words, and her nipples stiffened behind the bows.
“You thought of me?” She sounded as breathless as she felt. “You… you want me?”
“Oh, yeah,” his eyes lingered on her chest. “I always thought you were hot, then that day you showed off, letting me look down your shirt? I’ve been thinking about you ever since.” He dragged his eyes from her breasts and met her gaze.
“I knew you did it on purpose and I figured that meant you’d thought about me.”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she couldn’t believe this, she didn’t have to feel like she was pushing him into it. “But I had no idea you’d want me.”
“Can I ask you something, Professor?”
“Miranda,” she whispered. “And go ahead.”
“What do you think I meant when I said I’d do anything?” He came around the desk and she turned to face him. “I was playing dumb; it was going around school you got divorced and you weren’t wearing your ring anymore.”
“You were going to offer to fuck me?” In her heels they were the same height and her dark eyes stared into his, loving how bright they were and how he boldly returned her stare.
“Say that again,” Tristan put his hands on her sides, just over her hips, and the way his large hands and long fingers wrapped around her sent a shiver through her.
“You want to fuck me?” she whispered.
“Prof… Miranda,” his voice had a tremor of excitement to it that added to hers. “I need to fuck you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She cupped her breasts, hefting them, offering them to him. “Show me how bad you want them.”
“Yeah,” he hesitated, Except, um… here?” He looked around her office. “We could go back to your place.”
“Every time I’ve dreamt of you taking me it was,” she tapped the desk for emphasis. “Right here.”
“Damn,” his hands slid higher up her sides and his rough hands on her soft flesh had her pussy flowing and her hips already rocking. “That’s nasty.”
“Besides,” she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands to her breasts. “Go big or go home, right?”
As his hands cupped her breasts, she gripped his cock through his jeans. “You feel like you can go pretty big.”
“Bigger by the second,” he fondled her breasts, his strong hands gently squeezing them, and she couldn’t hold back a soft moan when his palms grazed her nipples through her bra.
“Good thing,” Her hand slid along the length of his erection. God, he was long, and so hard! “Because you have some extra credit to earn, don’t you?”
“Easiest A ever!”
“I’m feeling pretty easy, I… hmmf!”
His lips pressed to hers, kissing her hard and with a bold confidence that both shocked, and aroused her. He squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers digging roughly into her soft flesh.
Damn, he wasn’t shy, nor did he have a gentle touch, and Miranda was just fine with both. She wasn’t fucking a student in her office because she wanted to be made love to. Miranda needed to be ridden hard and put away sore, wet, and satisfied, and Tristan was off to a great start in accomplishing that.
But she was going to make it clear that could work both ways. She pulled her head back, breaking their kiss.
“I don’t want it to be easy,” she returned the favor, gripping his cock hard enough to make him groan. “You’re going to work for it, baby,” she teasingly flicked her tongue across his lips. “An A doesn’t come easy,” she whispered. “And neither do I.”
“I do like a teacher that challenges me.” Tristan released her breasts and slid his hands up through her hair. Taking her head in his hands he kissed her, this time even more forcefully.
Unlike the first time, Miranda wasn’t caught off guard and returned the kiss with equal passion. She groaned when Tristan ran his hands through her air as his lips worked against hers. Her hand remained on his cock, stroking him through his jeans, her mouth and pussy both watering at the thought of having it between both sets of lips.
Her lust rising, she drove her tongue into his mouth. His hands went to her blouse, sliding it back over her shoulders as his tongue danced across hers. Miranda felt the blouse slide down her back and with her lips still engaged with his, released his cock to fumble with the buttons on her wrists.