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  “Okay, well, I gotta go.” He started walking backward, unable to rip his gaze from her calves, getting his feet tangled up in each other and a small wastepaper basket in the process. He sat, hard, biting his tongue as his whole body flushed red with mortification.

  She laughed, a sort of wind chimes, singing sound that made his ears burn and his dick even harder if that were possible, which it was most definitely not. She stayed seated, watching him as he got to his feet, keeping his back to her without trying to appear rude.

  “Your father is an ass,” she mumbled.

  Jack tried and failed to choke back bitter laughter.

  “Yeah, the sooner you figure that out, the better.” He pretended to fiddle with some paperwork, never more aware of how many blood vessels there were in his penis. “Like I said, Mindy, I’ve got to go.”

  He started to move out of the receptionist’s space, needing to get away from there, away from her, at the same time wanting nothing more than to bury his face between her legs. He shook his head. He’d never actually been there either, but at that precise moment it was what he wanted to do so badly he could smell her from across the room, practically taste her on his lips.

  He shuddered then jumped when he realized she was there, hand on his shoulder.

  “Are you okay?” Her lips were at his ear, too close, too familiar.

  He stepped way, cursing himself for being such a fucking rookie. His knees shook, and he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He started walking away, unwilling to admit what was happening right in front of him. Every nerve ending he possessed was alert, on fire, right at the surface of his skin.

  He wanted to fuck. Now. And he wanted to fuck this woman who was undoubtedly so close to him that if he turned he’d bump right into her tits. He closed his eyes, sent up a prayer of forgiveness and turned, slowly, coming face to face with unadulterated, horny female.

  Jack Gordon smiled, put one hand on the wall beside her head. Her skin emanated heat and his flesh responded in kind. “What do you want from me, Mindy? Proof that the son is not the same as the father?”

  “No,” she said, putting one of her hands alongside his rough cheek and the other over his crotch. Her lips were centimeters from his. The pink tip of her tongue darted out, mesmerizing him as she slid his zipper down, licking her lips. “I know the son is better than the father already. Although,” she smiled and every nerve ending he possessed zinged to life, “I think the son has a little bit to learn.” She sighed, palming his poor, aching cock. “And I’m a good teacher.”

  He leaned close, touched his mouth to hers, slipped his tongue between her rich, full lips and lost himself, utterly, for the first time to the soft, sweet and very pleasant flesh of a woman.

  Chapter Four

  “This is….” He ripped himself away, trying to gather his forces, to keep from taking this step with, of all people, his father’s secretary-slash-girlfriend. Groaning but unable to say a word as she unbuttoned his shirt, he kept his hands on the wall, let her continue her pleasant path. “Mindy,” he whispered. “We can’t.”

  “Oh, but we can. We are. We will. Jackie,” she sighed into his lips, molded her lush body against his now bare torso. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for such a long time.” She kissed him, nipped at his lower lip. “Now, take your hands off the wall.”

  She kissed him again, slipping her tongue between his lips, filling his mouth with the most amazing sensations before stopping, smiling. “Put your hands on me. I know you want to.” She stepped into him, forcing him to move back, put her hand down his underwear and grabbed his painfully stiff shaft. “Come on,” she said, running her hand along it, her thumb across the fluid that leaked from him and making him shiver. “Let’s go.”

  He followed her. What were the options really? She had him literally by the dick. She giggled, pushed open the conference room door. Then let go of him long enough to tug the blinds closed and turn to him in the now mostly dark room. He smelled her, heard her, and tasted her still. “Mindy,” he whispered.

  “Shh….” She put her fingers on his mouth. “No talking right now.”

  She pulled him close again, as she leaned against the large table. He plundered her mouth, diving deep, exploring every corner of it, unable to hold back his moans of pleasure. His brain burned, his ears roared, and every need he’d ever felt was centered right at the top of his cock. She put her hands on his face and pushed him away, smiling. Unable to catch a decent breath, he had his hands all over her, yanking at her dress, pulling down the other strap.

  “Hold on. Slow down. Sweet Jackie…go…slower… Kiss me like this.” She put her lips to his, probed gently at first, then threaded her fingers in his hair as she increased her mouth’s pressure a little at a time. She drew back, leaving him with a soft bite to this lower lip. “See? Like that. Not like you’re drowning but like you’re swimming, coasting, enjoying yourself. Not desperate. Girls don’t like a guy to seem desperate…trust me.”

  She took his hand, drew it down to the warmth between her legs. “Now touch me here, slowly, slowly, but firm. Mmm…hmm…yes…right there, that’s it. Brush it with your fingertip…baby. That is it, touch my clit, tease it. Do you feel it? Under your finger?” She angled her hips into him as he pressed his thumb to her flesh, teasing as she said then getting serious, stroking it with the sort of pressure that was making her squirm and sigh and fill his nose with her lusty odor.

  “Can I…please…” his voice nearly broke.

  “Slide one finger in,” she whispered, gripping the back of his neck with one hand and kissing him between instructions. “Go deep, like that, oh…yes.” She leaned back farther, drawing his face to her exposed breasts. “Suck my nipple, hard, harder,” she whispered as her hips thrust against his hand.

  Jack did as he was told and very nearly came with his finger buried deep in her pussy and her delicious nipple between his lips. “Now, reach up, angle your finger forward, find my G-spot, and keep your thumb on my clit. Oh god!” she yelped, bent a leg, giving him even more access as he sucked at her, keeping them propped on the table with his free hand. He smiled against her flesh, shaking as the unmistakable sensation of impending orgasm crept up his spine and hit him right in the base of his brain.

  Mindy moaned, writhed, and coated his hand with warm fluid. The smell of lusty female swirled around his brain. “Jack,” She exhaled his name and grabbed his forearm, the grip and pulse of her sex along his hand amazing and unbelievably erotic.

  “What a quick learner,” she gasped as her body calmed. He pulled his finger out of her, put it to his lips, making her smile. “Uh-huh. We’ll get to that next. But first, I think somebody needs their cherry popped.” She grabbed his cock. “I know you’ve got a condom somewhere, being the Boy Scout you are.”

  He took a breath, unable to speak. Nodding, he pulled his wallet from the trousers half hanging off his ass. His hands shook so she took it, opened it with her teeth, and rolled the latex down his length, making him wince at the unpleasant sensation of being trapped inside a giant rubber hose.

  “Sorry, baby.” She bit his earlobe. “But you should never put this lovely thing into a strange woman without protection. Ever. Got it?”

  Jack nodded and slanted his mouth over hers, tasting, probing, gentle at first. Then she gripped him and tugged him back to the table.

  He picked her up, set her on the table, and leaned into her. “Gonna fuck you now, Mindy.” His voice was firm, which made him sound calmer than he was. The warmth of her sex was so close, so perfect, so ready for him.

  “I know, Jackie.” Her voice was hoarse. “Come on in.” She angled her hips, gripped his ass, and groaned. Inch by inch he penetrated her. Jack tried not to come, really truly tried. As the sweet, velvet glove of her enveloped him, all of him, encompassed him in a way he had never felt and didn’t think he ever would again.

  She grabbed his ass with one hand and tugged him down over her with the other. “Kiss me, ba
by. Kiss me right now, right as you come. It’s okay. Don’t hold back.”

  Jack’s entire world coalesced around one thing and one woman. He groaned into her mouth, pounded hard, and came, too fast. But she smiled and cradled his head to her breasts after, keeping their bodies connected, making him feel loved, finally, or at the very least, wanted.

  “Wonderful,” she whispered.

  He finally pulled out of her, ran a hand down his face, and tried to get a grip on what he’d done. He trembled as he took the condom off, and wrapped it in a tissue before dropping in a chair, unable to stand another minute. She sat on his lap, kissed him and kissed him, grinding down against his still half-hard dick.

  Jack had never felt better in his entire stupid life. “I want to fuck you some more, Mindy. Where can we go?” His voice was hoarse, as if he’d been yelling.

  “I thought you might, sweet boy.” She helped him up, pulling up his pants and zipping them. “You have to be somewhere…?” she whispered, sliding into his arms.

  “Nope. Take me home. Teach me more.”

  “With pleasure.” She buttoned his shirt back up and giggled when he slapped her ass. “Oh trust me, we are gonna do some of that, too.”

  He grinned like an idiot and believed he must have died and gone to straight to heaven.

  Chapter Five

  “Nope, I’ll drive myself, thanks.” Mindy gave him a breezy wave as she unlocked the door of her convertible. Jack watched her, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, trying to square the sudden urge to bolt, to go to the high school party and stick with plan A. The plan where he was a regular eighteen-year-old about to lose his virginity to a girl, not a sexual rookie, prepared to leap into bed with his father’s damn secretary.

  He grinned, catching sight of her bare leg as she slid into her seat. Nope. Plan A was no longer an option. He leaned into her open window, smiling when she put her fingertips to his lips. “Follow me, Jackie. Hope you took your vitamins this morning.”

  His body was still on edge, satisfied to a point but definitely in need of more. He gave a mental shrug, trusting Brandis would figure it out when he didn’t show up. The responsible friend in him shied away from standing the guy up, and he promised himself he would grab Mindy’s phone when they got to her place and give Brandis a call.

  He jumped into the truck and followed her out of the parking lot and toward the west side of Ann Arbor. They pulled in front of a newer-looking apartment complex off Pauline, near Stadium.

  He parked a few slots away from her and got out, suddenly able to identify why he was so shaky—he was as nervous as he had ever been, despite the fact this whole “teaching” thing was totally her idea. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he turned and yelped when she leapt at him, pushed him back into the increasing shadows, kissing and running her hands all over him, gripping his ass, stroking his erection through his trousers.

  He grabbed on, flipped her around, and picked her up. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. “Which way?” he mumbled around her lips. “Hurry, I have a lot to learn, remember?” Nervousness gone, replaced completely by a fresh, bright rush of lust, he laughed as she pointed to the building at their left.

  “Okay.” He set her down so she could open the door and pull him into her small, tidy apartment.

  “First lesson.” She yanked his shirt off and unzipped him in a flash. He stood naked as the day he was born, sporting a huge boner and a grin while she crossed her arms and stepped back, observing him with a funny look. The anxiety returned with a flash of heat to his face. “Shower time,” she giggled, slipping out of her shoes and dress, leaving Jack to stare at her bare ass as she made her way down the hall to the bathroom.

  By the time he got to the doorway, she was in the shower, humming a tune. He shrugged and hopped in with her, wincing when the water hit his skin. “Shit, that’s cold.” He shivered and backed away. She turned around and cranked the hot water, brushing her bare, slick ass against his cock in the process.

  A strange sort of whiteness seemed to descend, casting a pall over Jack’s brain. He reached out, gripped her hips, and yanked her back, making her squeal. She propped her hands on the cheap, fiberglass wall, not discouraging him in the slightest. His dick was tingling, his brain buzzing as he allowed himself a few moments to glide between her ass cheeks, loving the wet, warm sensation there and trying to bite back yet another teenaged, knee-jerk climax. Which proved nearly impossible.

  “God,” he groaned, leaning over her, the hot water beating a rhythm on his back as he cupped her full breasts with both hands.

  “No, baby, just Mindy,” she breathed, reaching up to grip his hair and arching into him. Her nipples were so hard, her body so sweet, tight, and perfect. He angled his hips, seeking release inside her but she stood up, removing herself from his grasp, and turned.

  He gasped, holding onto the shower wall, staring at her. “You have already forgotten Mindy’s first rule, haven’t you, naughty boy?” She smiled and reached her arm outside the curtain.

  He watched her open the condom packet. The damn thing felt like it was cutting off his circulation it was so tight. He sucked in a breath as she rolled it down his shaft.

  “Hmm…sweetie, you are gonna have to get the big rubbers I’m afraid.” She sighed, cupping his balls. When she ran her fingernail underneath them his knees nearly buckled. “These are just not gonna cut it on this lovely, giant cock. But…for now….”

  “Turn around,” he croaked out, then doing it for her. The sight of her curvy perfection made his skin flame hotter. “I gotta…I want to….”

  “Shh…Jackie, it’s okay. Just one more quickie then…we get serious.” She put her hands on the wall and looked over her shoulder at him, pinned him with a look he would never forget, ever. “Now, fuck me like you mean it…Jack.”

  His vision narrowed and his entire body zinged with lust as he slid into her, that sweet grip of female wonder that was so…warm…so…amazing. He watched himself, as he pulled out then pushed back in, making her squirm, loving the sight of it. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down to her sex.

  “Touch here, just a little, lightly, tease it…while you…oh yeah.” She arched back farther, giving him even more depth. “Hard, Jackie, like that, like you …oh…Jesus!”

  Jack closed his eyes, concentrated for a split second then cried out as the orgasm burst across his vision. He had to grip her with both hands as he came.

  “Oh, Jesus, is right,” he sighed, his hips still moving of their own accord and his entire being awash with something that was pure pleasure with a small touch of fear. He licked her wet shoulder making her shiver. “I think I love you,” he said into her skin.

  She giggled and stood, forcing him to slide out of her, leaving him on the verge of collapse. “Don’t be silly,” she said, but tilted his face to meet hers, the hot water still streaming around her, onto him. “Kiss me,” she insisted, and he did.

  Then she broke away and climbed out, grabbed a towel, and winced when she slid it between her legs. “Jack, my darling, you’re gonna have to be gentle with the girls, you know.” She nodded at his cock as he attempted to pull the condom off without making a mess or complaining. “That is a seriously thick tool.”

  She smiled and helped him, licking his lips the whole time, distracting him and making the task slightly easier. “Remember to stretch them a little.” She took his hand and put his index and middle finger in her mouth and sucked. “With these first. So nobody gets hurt.” She winked and gave his nipple a hard flick before flouncing off into the bedroom. “Come on, let’s eat something. Then I’ll show you what I mean.”

  Jack kept grinning as he dried off then wrapped the towel around his waist and caught his own reflection in the small mirror. He looked the same as he had that morning. He felt one hundred percent different, better—a man now. His grin widened and his cock did not soften, not one bit. He heard his stomach rumbling as he wandered out seeking a different sort of physical
satisfaction before settling into his next lesson.

  “Shit!” Jack sat up, brushing at whatever it was that was on him, making the cat yowl and hiss as it hit the floor. “Goddamn….” He flopped back, staring at Mindy’s bedroom ceiling. Moonlight streamed in from a small window. He turned and looked at her, Mindy, his teacher. The female sex goddess who had captured his every nerve ending in her funny web of kink, who taunted him in ways that were borderline rude during their sometimes awkward “learning sessions.”

  He smiled and turned on his side so he could run his hand across her hip. She’d made it clear that every inch of her was his to explore. And he had, going deep, going long, and going very, very intimately, taking the task of student seriously. He’d become near expert at drawing out her orgasm, teasing her and himself into a frenzy for the past three months straight.

  He shivered and his body sprang to attention as it always did, recalling last night—the huge mirror she’d propped on the floor near the bed so he could “watch himself fucking her.”

  The woman was awesome on so many levels. He had discovered his inner expert at a couple of things like oral sex and had decided that was hands-down his favorite way to make her come. He loved the smell and taste of her, could suck that sweet clit for hours, teasing it, making it quiver while he used his fingers inside her.

  She sighed, shifted her bare ass back toward him. He grinned, tugging her close. He’d fucked pretty much every orifice she possessed, all the while guided by her. She told him what he was doing wrong in no uncertain terms and rewarded him very well when he got to where he could make her come more than twice in a session.

  “Two is my limit,” she’d declared at first. That was before he’d shown her the stuff he’d bought at a sex toy store—which ended that nonsense—and turned her into a quivering, weepy, satisfied mess by the end of the night. It had also been the first time he had forced himself to stop, to clamp down hard on his own climax, even making himself wait until the next morning before yanking her hips up and fucking her so hard from behind that they were both sore for a couple of days.