“What did he do?”
She closed her eyes and I gasped as another finger worked inside me. Now it did sting a little, but it felt good. The fullness inside me was pleasant and the way her fingers moved was incredible. Very slowly, she turned her hand and curled her other fingers back, and slid her index and middle finger deeper into my pussy, so she could lazily toy with my clit with her thumb.
“Feels good?” she said.
I nodded, breathless, and a little squeak came out.
“You’re so quiet. Are you this quiet when you play with yourself?”
I nodded.
“It was terrible, telling him. I felt so awful. I wept and wept like a little girl, I begged him not to tell, I begged him not to hate me.”
“Does he,” I gasped.
“No, he still loves me,” he said. “I didn’t expect him to take it that way. He thought I was cheating on him. He was relieved.”
“You were never with anybody else…”
“Not while I was with him,” she sighed. “It was a year after we split up until… I met a woman. My first time with her was no better than with a man. She wanted to push me down and dominate me just like my manager did.”
“Did she hurt you?”
“No, but she didn’t make it good. You know what makes it good?”
I gasped as her hand started to pump. She fucked me with her fingers, curving them to rub at that good spot.
“You feeling good makes me feel good,” she said. “I feel your walls clenching on my fingers. I want to kiss your pussy. May I?”
“Please,” I begged.
She kept her fingers inside me and started with my chest, then worked her way down. My anticipation grew as her hot kisses neared my sex, and finally her soft lips closed around my clit and sucked. I moaned loudly and grabbed fistfuls of sheet as I writhed on the bed, my pleasure rising quickly to a crescendo I’d never experience before. My own fumbling explorations never touched this. It felt so good I thought I was going to die. Her tongue, her fingers moving inside me, it all blended together into a heavy, breathless pleasure that spread through my body in waves. Just as I was nearing my peak, she slid up, moving so her fingers were pumping furiously inside me, her thumb rubbing my clit hard, making my legs jerk, and stuffed my hand down her underwear.
“Like that,” she said, breathless, guiding my fingers inside her body. She was so hot and wet, and tight, her pussy walls crushing my fingers as I pumped them in out of her in perfect time with her hand pumping inside me. She was breathing hard, drenched in sweat. She twisted, slipped her hand out of me and lay on her back, tucked up against me. She took my hand, guided me inside again and slipped her arm inside mine. We turned to face each other a little.
Her touches brought me over the edge and I thrashed. Her back arched, her magnificent breasts heaving, and we slid together in a tangled heap of limbs as a rocking orgasm crashed through my body. Lightning danced down my legs, hot and cold slammed through me, and the tingle on my head made my hairs stand on end. She pulled me against her, wrapping her legs around me as she writhed, grinding on me, eyes pressed shut, mouth frozen in a silent cry of ecstasy. When she finally finished she collapsed on top of me. The bed was soaked with sweat and lust, the sheets all tangled up around us. I lay on my back, my chest heaving. Her hands were everywhere over my body and I winced, suddenly sensitive. Sheila pulled me into an embrace and held me in the quiet dark.
I heard her softly sobbing.
“What’s wrong?’
Her beautiful face glittered with tears. “I can’t keep you,” she sighed, stroking my stomach. “If any one finds out what we’ve done, I’ll lose my career.”
“Keep me?” I whispered. “Do you want to?”
I slid my hand between her breast and felt her heart beating.
“Yes,” she said. “I think I do. I pick truth. You’re not the first student I’ve had like this, but the others… they kept quiet, but they…” she broke out in sobs and I held her tightly, shocked by the strong, confident, vivacious woman melting into a sobbing wreck in my arms. “Nobody loves me,” she whimpered.
“I do,” I said.
“You do?” she sniffed.
“I think I do,” I said, pressing my lips to her neck. “I’ve always… felt something for you but I didn’t understand. I didn’t know there could be… this.”
“It has to be a secret,” she said. “No one can know…” she groaned and scrubbed at her red cheeks with the backs of her hands. “Even after you graduate… I’m not sure my tenure would protect me.”