“Why? I was going to ask you if you really need to leave because I think I need summer school!” he laughed. “Miranda, you… holy shit you’re fucking amazing.”
“So are you, Tristan,” she went to stand, and he took her hand, helping her up, and even pulled the chair over for her to sit. “Still proving it.”
“You want me to get dressed real quick and grab some water from the vending machine?”
“There’s a couple left in the small fridge in the corner,” she pointed.
He went and got them, opening hers before passing it to her. They both chugged most of their bottles before lowering them and releasing identical sighs.
“This was just what I needed, she shook her head. “Look at me, naked except for my damn shoes, cum all over me, came three times, and,” she smiled up at him. “Loving every second of it.”
“I was here to please after all,” he raised his eyebrows. “A?”
“Consider it done,” she grabbed his semi hard cock, and lifting it to her lips gave it a soft kiss. “Good job.”
“Feel bad taking it, I got a lot out of that too.”
“Everything I did for you, I needed as bad as what you did for me. I needed to know I could still make a man happy.”
“Don’t know how you’d think you couldn’t, but you know, if you need any more reassurance, you have my number.”
“That’s nice of you,” she told him with a smile. Damn, she hadn’t felt this good in forever. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Yeah, I mean only to take it for the team, not into it or anything cause you know, it’s wrong.”
“Not as of Saturday it’s not,” she told him.
“That’s very true.”
“You did offer to help me pack.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Only thing is I’m not sure I have anything to pay you.” She sighed dramatically.
“Oh, well,” he gave a casual shrug. “You could always make me lunch.”
“If that’s what you want, she leaned back in the chair, giving him a good look at her cum covered tits. “I was thinking I could just suck your cock.”
“That’s better than lunch,” Tristan nodded so seriously she couldn’t help smiling.
“I figure I’ll do that to get round two because that won’t be until after you fuck me senseless.”
“What time you need me there?”
“Depends,” Miranda told him, her eyes glued to his dripping cock. “What time do you get off work Friday night?”
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Miranda leaned back in the chair and stretched, then winced when her back protested the movement. As she’d expected, she’d woke up sore as hell. Even though she worked out, sex, and some of the positions she’d been in, were a different type of work out.
Her legs and back ached, and not only was she sore between her legs, but her throat was sore, and subsequently her voice hoarse. Even though it was warm, she had to wear a thin turtleneck under her sweater to cover the several hickeys on her neck.
There were bruises in the shape and size of Tristan’s fingers on her breasts, hips, ass, and around her right ankle. But it was worth all of it and then some.
But Miranda had to admit she was glad she had a day in between when she’d see Tristan tomorrow because two days in a row of that, and she knew it would be just as intense, would be a lot.
She looked up from the bottom drawer she’d been emptying into the box next to her at a knock.
“Come in!”
“Hey!” Susan came in, closing the door behind her. “Happy last day! You still coming for dinner?”
“Told you I wouldn’t miss it.” she shook her head, causing her ponytail to swing behind her. “My hot porn star hair is coming too!”
“Just your hair has porn star qualities?” Susan asked as she walked over to stand in front of her desk.
“I suppose I have the tits, right?”
“So,” Susan paused, giving her a serious look. “How was he?”
“What?” Miranda asked, but her stomach clenched.
“Don’t play coy with your best friend, Miranda. How was Tristan? That thing as big as it looks?”
“I don’t know what you’re…” Miranda stopped when she saw the smile spreading across her friend’s face. “How did you know?”
“Let’s just say you’re lucky I covered your ass.” Susan glanced down at her Apple watch and brought it to her face. “I’ll call you back in five.”
She lowered her hand.
“I have to make that call, but yesterday I was heading out when I saw Tristan coming down the hall. I stopped and said hello, asked how he was doing, and he told me he was seeing you. Then told me he was hoping you’d help him with his grade.
“I was going to leave but got nosy. I grabbed a quick snack at the cafeteria and came back here at 5:15. Tried your door and it was still locked. Listened at it and…” she shrugged. “Guess you were watching porn cause you know, I heard porn.”
“Oh,” she blushed furiously.
“Yeah, oh. But right about then here comes Jim Gibson the guy with the office right there?” she pointed to her right. “I started chatting with him and he said he was going to be staying late. I lied and said I was too and asked if he’d had anything to eat, then asked if he wanted to grab something with me.
“Thank you.” Miranda told her.
“You owe me, listening to that guy for an hour makes watching paint dry exciting. I even came back up here with him in case your damn light was still on, luckily, you’d wrapped it up by then.”
“I… I know It was wrong, but…”
“No judgement.” Susan put her hand up. “But you do owe me for real.”
“Anything you want.”
“Okay, what I want Is after dinner tonight and Tim heads off to watch TV I get details.”
“Its even bigger.” Miranda said with a smile.
“Bitch!” Susan exclaimed with a laugh. “But I want more than that. I want the blow by blow of you blowing. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Okay, have to go.” Susan turned to leave but stopped and said. “Hey, Miranda?”
When she looked questioningly at her, she continued “Sometimes two wrongs can make a right.”
She left, closing the door behind her, and Miranda thought of seeing Tristan tomorrow, this time at her place, in her bed, and with him no longer being a student.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Sometimes they can.