Educating My Young Mistress by J.M. Christopher

Educating My Young Mistress
    By J.M. Christopher
     
    Screaming out as he once again plugged my ass with his dick, I rubbed my sensitive clit to another mind-blowing climax. He stroked in and out of my tight hole, practically slamming me into the couch cushions. He grunted as he lunged once more, burying himself deep in my nether-hole, and I could feel his hot cum covering the inside of my ass.
    As I once again came down from my sexual high, I once again vowed that I would never again do it with this man. Of course, I’d been making that same promise for nearly two years now and I had yet to make good on it. He was twenty-four years older than me, and yet there was an attraction between us that I just couldn’t fight.
    We lay down in his bed, his arms wrapped around me as he embraced me from behind. His dick was still hard and still stuck inside me, and I knew before long we would start again.
    While I lay there with him, I couldn’t help but remember our first encounter.
    It was nearly two years ago. I was only eighteen at the time, just out of school for the summer and getting ready to start my freshman year in college. I was (and still am) pretty petite with small breasts and long blonde hair. I was known by my friends (and their parents too) as a bit of a sassy girl with an attitude.
    My neighborhood wasn’t very big. Everyone pretty much knew everyone else. All of us kids would always play with each other when we were younger and most of us remained friends as we’d grown up. But my best friend in the world was Raven. She was a year older than me and had only just come home from her first year of college a few weeks ago. It sucked that I had gone through almost a whole year without hanging out with her.
    That’s who I was going over to see now. I was determined to see as much of Raven as I possibly could before we both ended up leaving for college and another whole year went by without us seeing each other.
    I knocked on her front door and waited there until her father answered.
    That day was wearing a pretty, short, blue skirt with flowers on it, and a white buttoned top that had the top buttons undone. I’d been showing off a good deal of my chest (as I said, I’m pretty small, so there’s not much cleavage) and Raven’s father, Mr. Prescott, was staring down at my flesh.
    “Hello, Tina,” he said, slightly distracted, but also with a hint of attitude. I’d never really liked Mr. Prescott, but I couldn’t help but be turned on by his leering gaze on my chest. As his eyes moved down to my legs, I felt a little thrill move through my body.
    “Hey, Mr. Prescott. I’m here to see Raven.”
    He nodded and pursed his lips. He wasn’t my biggest fan either, I knew. But still, he opened the door and let me inside. “She’s in the living room.”
    I went passed him, feeling his eyes on my ass as the fabric of my skirt swayed back and forth. I paid little attention to it.
    Raven was sitting, watching TV when I walked in.
    “Hey, Rave,” I said, plopping down next to her.
    “Hey, Tina,” she replied. She seemed preoccupied with something, and it had nothing to do with what was on the television.
    She held her cell phone in her hand, and kept quickly staring at the screen and putting it in her lap—very odd behavior.
    “What’s going on?” I asked her.
    She looked at me and her cheeks reddened slightly. She looked at her phone again, but then quickly hid it in her lap.
    “I met a guy at college,” she told me bluntly.
    I could only stare wide-eyed for a moment at Raven. We’d been hanging out almost every day since she’d come home and she hadn’t mentioned any guy she’d met.
    “Is that him on the phone?” I finally got out after several long moments.
    She nodded, then shrugged. “Well, sort of.”
    I noticed she was doing her best to keep the screen out of sight. “Come on, let me see him.”
    I reached out and grabbed for the phone, but she quickly pulled it away from me.