her eyes just in time to see him turn her over one of the desks. He slid his dick into her with one hard swoop and pounded away inside her pussy like he was trying to prove a point.
His fingers dug into her ass deeply as he fucked her. “This the last time, Jessa,” he swore as she reached out blindly to grip the edge of the desk as she came with a force that made her feel as if her heart would burst.
She took and again used her hips to pull down on his dick as she felt it stiffen inside of her before each delicious jerk filled her with his cum. She didn’t stop until she felt him go limp inside of her.
Soon he freed himself from her and moved away without saying another word.
Jessa picked up her book bag and used the package of wet wipes she brought to clean up a bit before she caught the panties he tossed at her from across the room. She straightened her clothes and pulled her book bag up onto her shoulder. “See you Monday, Professor ... if not sooner,” she said, already bold and confident at just eighteen.
She unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom, pulling the door closed behind her.
“I thought so.”
Jessa looked up in surprise as a slender light-skinned woman with freckles and a wild and curly natural stepped into her path. She recognized her from the pictures in their home. It was the professor’s wife. Jessa sidestepped her, but the woman sidestepped as well to stay in her path.
Jessa’s eyes flashed even as her heart pounded. “Excuse me,” she snapped.
His wife leaned forward and inhaled briefly before she finally walked past Jessa. “Next time don’t wear so much of that body spray if you’re going to fuck a man in the bed he shares with his wife, ” she said in a low voice.
Jessa turned and eyed the woman over her shoulder before she watched her enter the classroom and gently close the door behind her with a soft click.
Her short affair with the sexy professor came to an immediate end that day and Jessa was transferred out of his class. Back then, her only regret was that they got caught and the dick was no longer accessible to her. Her boldness with him came back to bite her on the ass.
Married men were too much work and she had steered clear of them ... until Eric.
He hadn’t been my first affair, but he was most definitely my last, Jessa promised herself that as she walked back to her section of the Richmond Hills subdivision with a lot on her mind. The pregnancy. The talk show. The death of Eric. Her almost death at the hands of Eric. The hatred so many people had for her. Her journey to redeem herself with God.
Sometimes it was all just too much to bear.
Jessa quickened her steps as she felt all of the emotions and fears and regret choking her. She fought not to let a tear fall, rapidly blinking her eyes as each step got her closer to home. She would never let these people see her break down. Never.
“Wow, don’t you look pretty, darling.”
Jessa smiled as she took her seat across from Keegan at the table at Morty’s, a popular steakhouse restaurant in Livingston. “I was at a photo shoot when you called and invited me to dinner. I came straight from there.”
“A photo shoot?” Keegan asked,
“My publicist hired a makeup team, stylist, and photographer to take head shots of me today, believe it or not,” Jessa said.
Keegan smiled a little. “I think she’s on to something. The stories about you, even in the local media, have changed. There’s less cries of ‘kill the backstabber’ to “okay, maybe she’s a victim in this too.’ Maria Vargas has a lot less to suck her fangs into.”
Jessa nodded as the waiter came over to the table to remove the bottle of wine from the bucket to pour her a glass. She quickly placed her hand over the wineglass. “No, thank you. I’ll have lemonade please.”
Keegan arched a bright red brow. “No wine?” she asked as the waiter took his leave.
“No,” Jessa said simply, still not a hundred
His fingers dug into her ass deeply as he fucked her. “This the last time, Jessa,” he swore as she reached out blindly to grip the edge of the desk as she came with a force that made her feel as if her heart would burst.
She took and again used her hips to pull down on his dick as she felt it stiffen inside of her before each delicious jerk filled her with his cum. She didn’t stop until she felt him go limp inside of her.
Soon he freed himself from her and moved away without saying another word.
Jessa picked up her book bag and used the package of wet wipes she brought to clean up a bit before she caught the panties he tossed at her from across the room. She straightened her clothes and pulled her book bag up onto her shoulder. “See you Monday, Professor ... if not sooner,” she said, already bold and confident at just eighteen.
She unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom, pulling the door closed behind her.
“I thought so.”
Jessa looked up in surprise as a slender light-skinned woman with freckles and a wild and curly natural stepped into her path. She recognized her from the pictures in their home. It was the professor’s wife. Jessa sidestepped her, but the woman sidestepped as well to stay in her path.
Jessa’s eyes flashed even as her heart pounded. “Excuse me,” she snapped.
His wife leaned forward and inhaled briefly before she finally walked past Jessa. “Next time don’t wear so much of that body spray if you’re going to fuck a man in the bed he shares with his wife, ” she said in a low voice.
Jessa turned and eyed the woman over her shoulder before she watched her enter the classroom and gently close the door behind her with a soft click.
Her short affair with the sexy professor came to an immediate end that day and Jessa was transferred out of his class. Back then, her only regret was that they got caught and the dick was no longer accessible to her. Her boldness with him came back to bite her on the ass.
Married men were too much work and she had steered clear of them ... until Eric.
He hadn’t been my first affair, but he was most definitely my last, Jessa promised herself that as she walked back to her section of the Richmond Hills subdivision with a lot on her mind. The pregnancy. The talk show. The death of Eric. Her almost death at the hands of Eric. The hatred so many people had for her. Her journey to redeem herself with God.
Sometimes it was all just too much to bear.
Jessa quickened her steps as she felt all of the emotions and fears and regret choking her. She fought not to let a tear fall, rapidly blinking her eyes as each step got her closer to home. She would never let these people see her break down. Never.
“Wow, don’t you look pretty, darling.”
Jessa smiled as she took her seat across from Keegan at the table at Morty’s, a popular steakhouse restaurant in Livingston. “I was at a photo shoot when you called and invited me to dinner. I came straight from there.”
“A photo shoot?” Keegan asked,
“My publicist hired a makeup team, stylist, and photographer to take head shots of me today, believe it or not,” Jessa said.
Keegan smiled a little. “I think she’s on to something. The stories about you, even in the local media, have changed. There’s less cries of ‘kill the backstabber’ to “okay, maybe she’s a victim in this too.’ Maria Vargas has a lot less to suck her fangs into.”
Jessa nodded as the waiter came over to the table to remove the bottle of wine from the bucket to pour her a glass. She quickly placed her hand over the wineglass. “No, thank you. I’ll have lemonade please.”
Keegan arched a bright red brow. “No wine?” she asked as the waiter took his leave.
“No,” Jessa said simply, still not a hundred
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