Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“My friend told me to dress like this. In fact, she picked out the outfit for me.”
I make a note to thank this friend profusely for her service to us. She should be a personal stylist. The way the shirt and skirt look on Mari is magical. I could stare at her all day. Since that would be creepy, I decide to ask another question instead.
“Why would she tell you to do that?”
Mari bites her lip. Damn. I want to be the one sinking my teeth into that sweet flesh. Once glance at Mark tells me he’s thinking the same thing. Again, we’re on the same wavelength. It makes things easy and convenient for us.
“Well, it’s stupid and embarrassing.”
“Come on, Mari. Tell us. You’ve intrigued us.”
She laughs. “I’m glad you’re intrigued by my embarrassment.” Blowing out a breath, she sighs, “You know Jessica Krist?”
I nod. “Of course. I know all of my students.”
“That’s impressive,” Mari says. “Anyway, Jessica is my best friend and roommate. I was kind of freaking out about the B I got on the paper. She told me that if I want to get a better grade in the future, I need to come to office hours. If the professor likes you, you’ll get better grades. But apparently, it only works in classes like English – when opinion matters.”
“Coming to office hours helps your grade,” I admit, “because talking things over enhances your understanding. I don’t give out good grades because I like people. For other reasons, sure, but not just for coming to office hours. But that doesn’t explain the outfit.”
“Oh. Well, Jessica said that in order to get a professor to like you, you have to dress a little promiscuously.”
Mark coughs. “She said that?”
“Yeah. If you knew Jessica the way I do, you’d understand.”
Jessica seems like a fine girl, but she’s not my type. I’d much rather get to know Mari better. She’s the one who causes me a hard-on during every class, not Jessica.
“That’s interesting advice,” I hedge.
“Is it accurate?”
Standing, I join Mari on the other side of my desk. “Remember when I said there are other things you can do to get a good grade in my class?”
She nods. Her chest heaves as she breathes. My proximity is having the desired effect on her.
“Well, dressing like that is a start. But there’s a much naughtier way to get on my good side.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, still breathless. “What’s that?”
I look at Mark. He nods slightly and then goes to lock the door. I don’t want to take any chances here. “Why don’t you let us show you?”
Mari thinks for a second. She studies me, and then Mark, before finally coming to a conclusion.
“Okay,” she whispers. The word is a trigger, sending Mark and me into action.
I kiss her precious lips without hesitation. Mari gasps but quickly melts into the kiss. My cock is throbbing against my jeans. I try to ignore it. There will be plenty of time for that kind of release later. Right now, I’m focusing on Mari.
Mark unbuttons more of her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. Even her undergarments are perfect for what we’re doing. She may not have planned for this, but Jessica certainly knew what she was doing.
I make another mental note to thank Jessica. Not that Mari’s outfits don’t always turn me on, but this one takes it up a notch to the next level.
We’re going to enjoy taking the bra off of her body.
I nibble on Mari’s lips. She parts them immediately, granting my tongue access. Our kiss continues to deepen as Mark fondles her breasts.
I pull away just a bit and meet her eyes. They burn with lust. God, she’s gorgeous. I don’t ever want this to end.
Thankfully, we’re just getting started.
Rarely satisfied with only one thing, Mark taps my shoulder, silently asking me to switch places. I’m okay with that. I’ve been wanting to taste her large breasts since the first time I met Mari.
I kneel in front of her chair. Mari looks confused for a second, but her face quickly morphs to pleasure when I pinch her nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans. “I’m very…sensitive…”
I can tell. Leaning forward, I dart my tongue over the sensitive nub. Mari arches her back to push her breast toward my mouth.
“You like that, baby?” I ask.
She nods, maintaining contact with Mark’s lips as she does. I continue to kiss and suckle her breasts. Each moan that escapes her lips just spurs me on. My cock is threatening to escape my jeans on its own. I will it to calm down. It doesn’t listen.
One of Mari’s hands grips the armrest of her chair. The other tangles itself in my hair. I’m glad I keep it long enough to run fingers through. I keep a brush in my drawer, just in case I need to tidy my hairstyle before class. Sometimes, things get intense with Mark in my office. Mari almost walked in on one of those moments earlier. I’m glad she didn’t. We might not be here now if she did.