As I stepped into Starbucks for my coffee break like most teachers do, I felt that sigh of great relief from the cold as the warm air hit my body. That feeling is worth whatever they charge for their damn coffee. Autumn, although cold, is such a beautiful time. It wasn't freezing quite yet, but the gentle breeze has a habit of biting at my ears after too much time outside. I wish this place were a little closer to campus. *sigh* What is a woman to do? I scanned the room and looked at all the young eager students scrambling for caffeine and at that moment I had a rush of self-consciousness as I felt a run in my stockings. There were so many college students in line, I doubt anyone will even notice. The boys seem so young. I remember a time when my girlfriends and I would sneak out of our high school to go cruising around with boys that age. They seemed so mature and cool then. Jesus. Has time really gone that fast? Most times this place made me feel like a dirty old broad, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that is the real reason I come here. Come to think of it, I don't even really like Starbucks at all. I stepped and waited patiently for my turn to order. I have published a enough papers in enough English journals to know how to order a damn cup of coffee, but as the line moves, I always end up thinking more about the boy behind the counter, rather than what the hell a small cup of coffee is supposed to be called these days. The mild warmth of the coffee house soon became an uncomfortable heat inside my jacket as I finally stepped up to the counter. The boy behind the counter looked up at me with that special look that says "I'll serve you but I still hate you." "What can I get for you?" The boy said. Suddenly I was painfully aware of the run in my stockings. The awkwardness made my bra feel really tight. God I hate these damn things... "Are you gonna order miss?" the boy continued impatiently. "Yes. I'll have a small coffee please." I managed to get out. Without an answer, the boy's face visible switched gears and called the order back. I exchanged currency with the boy and waited for the workers to produce the drink which suddenly felt like something not worth the awkwardness. "Brenda what am I going to do with you?" I heard from a familiar voice. Amidst the crowd of pretentious Starbucks inhabitants was an old girlfriend of mine for many years. "Debbie!" I shouted a tad over excitedly. Hugging my old friend felt like a life preserver from a feeling I would love to forget forever. "Debbie nice to see you! How have you been?" I asked. "Ugh.. I have been busy since Gary left." She responded. "Gary left?!?" I feigned a shocked voice. Debbie Dent was one of the popular girls back in high school and as she got older, she never really outgrew that prissy streak that comes along with being young and attractive. In college she married the quarterback and wore him like a trophy. Everyone said she would become a trophy wife, but damned if she didn't have a trophy husband. Well, now pushing 40, Gary the football hero had decided he wanted to be 19 again and got a little slut half his age to hold still and take the worm a few times a week. I had known about it for some time, but Debbie always had a way making me feel a tad better, so I didn't want to let on that I knew. "Yeah that bastard left." She said as she crossed her slender arms. "Good fucking riddance to him. I have never had so much fun in my life." We took a seat by a window and sat quite for a few moments. "Hey Brenda." Debbie whispered to me "Wanna see what I learned in the past few months?" "Sure." I tossed back to her. At that moment, I could give a shit what she was going to say, but for some reason, I went along with it. "See that guy over there?" She pointed across the room to a young boy studying hard at his books with a pencil behind his ear. He couldn't have been older than 20. I saw a look in her eye that everyone knows. When a woman sees what she wants, especially a woman like Debbie, the look is unmistakable. She was going to use this young boy like a mechanical bull. "No way!" I said back to her in that tone of voice that says 'hell yeah'. Without another word, she got up and walked over to the boy leaving me with my small coffee at our little table. I knew we were in trouble, but sitting there, I felt like I was 19 again and not 38. Across the room I could see her lips move and the poor boy, his face was locked on her like she was a goddess. What was she saying to him? I couldn't even order a damn cup of coffee from a boy that age and here she was getting ready to swallow one hole. Then I had a chuckle to myself at the realization that she might be the one doing the swallowing... tee hee.. 19 again indeed... As I watched the two exchange words, the inevitable happened and the young boy gathered his text books and papers up from his table and prepared to follow Debbie to whatever fate she had devised for him. Whatever she had in mind, I was sure it was deviant. There was no doubt about that. Deviant... As that word crossed my mind, I got a little wet thinking about what she might do with him. When he finished gathering his things, I expected to see him leave with Debbie, but to my shock, she was leading him back to me. Oh god this can't be good. I could feel my hand shake as they made their way across the crowded coffee house to me. I had to put down my cup so they could not sense my fear. It was hopeless to try and hide my fear from Debbie though. I suppose she deserved a little chance to gloat about still being able to fuck young men, but she didn't have to rub it in my face. "My name is Danny!" He said eagerly as he held out his hand for me to shake. "I'm told you teach English." "Charmed." I said as I shook his hand. "My name is Professor Macarthur. I teach English 102." The handshake was one of those handshakes only young men do in order to prove they are no longer boys. This served as proof of his susceptibility to Debbie's charms. Debbie watched our exchange with a smile. "I invited Danny here back to my place to work on his research paper. Why don't you join us?" She said. "M..me?" What the fuck! "Yeah!" Debbie continued. "We'll all get together and bang out Danny's paper. You know you wouldn't have gotten through college without this kind of help." She had a secret emphasis on the word bang that reminded me how little of his paper would actually get done this evening. "Actually I have some things.." "Forget all that let's go." Debbie interrupted. Then without another thought Danny and I were being led out of the Starbucks arm to arm with Debbie in the middle. This was going to be quite strange to say the least. * * * It took us about thirty minuets for us to arrive at Debbie's place. She always took the long way home in situations like this to make it harder for her prey to remember exactly where she lived. She called it "Stalker insurance". Despite this she did in fact have a stalker once. About three years ago she spotted two students hiding in her back yard peering in her window. They would show up about once a week. I never heard how the solution was resolved but to this day she still has lunch with those students on occasion. Her place was a basic efficiency with a big bed in the middle of the room. Her king size bed sat in the middle of her tiny home taking up most of the empty space save for a kitchenette and an alcove which led to the bathroom door. As we walked in I could see in Danny's face it wasn't quite what he was expecting. A sharp person would have been able to tell what was about to happen at this point. Perhaps Danny knew already and that's what he wanted. After all, most boys his age are like that. Danny however, he struck me as the good boy type. He wore glasses and had his hair parted nicely. He was tall, but his body had some tone to it. Debbie shut her front door behind us and clapped her hands happily. "Okay gang. You two get started. I'll grab a few things and join you in a second." Then she skipped merrily into her kitchen and got a few glasses and a bottle that had fancy writing on the label. You would never know by her actions that she was actually 38 like me. She still behaved like the cheerleader she was back in high school. It occurred to me that if everything goes according to her plan she will have about six inches of high school in her again soon. Well.. Six inches of junior college anyway. I kicked off my shoes and sat down Indian style on Debbie's bed. It was really the only place to sit in her place. Danny reluctantly joined me. He sat down on the bed with his book bag and waited. "Well" I said to him hoping to avoid any awkward silence. "Let's see what you got. What's your research paper about?" "Oh! It's about the San Francesco earthquake that happened back in 1903. Here, let me show you my notes." Danny said as he began fishing through his backpack. I noticed while he did this his hands were visibly shaking. He was scared. Well, he was at least nervous. If I knew Debbie, than he had better be. I still wasn't quite sure how I fit into this equation. He did seem like a nice boy though. He finally produced a disorderly stack of half wrinkled papers. Some of them were printouts from the library; some of them were hand written lecture notes that looked more like hieroglyphic garbage rather than notes. This kid was in trouble even before we entered the picture. "Okay Danny. Where is your outline?" I asked. "My what?" He responded with a puzzled look. "Your outline. Your map of how you want to write this paper. Have you gotten that far yet?" "Well, I'm about halfway through my rough draft. Here it is here on my laptop." Danny exclaimed as he showed me the screen of his laptop which contained a huge block of text with little to no formatting. "Okay. We have a lot of work to do." I began, but before I could continue, Debbie immerged from her kitchenette. She had the wine bottle and three glasses I saw her with a few moments earlier, but she was now dressed in jeans and a pink skin tight tank top. She was obviously not wearing a bra. I expected no less from her, but Danny was stunned. He could not take his eyes off of her nipples poking through her tank top. Debbie played it cool. She had a talent at being in a situation like this and pretending nothing was different from everyday life. She placed the wine glasses on her night stand and began to fill them one by one. This was a well orchestrated move she had perfected over time in which she bands over just right so her thong is the most viable thing in the room. How the hell did she change into all that without us noticing anyway? Well, at least she was still wearing clothing. I'll give her credit for that. "Please don't let me stop you." She said innocently. God this is so humiliating. Danny seemed to be going along with it though. Well, at least he hadn't run out of the room crying. Not yet anyway.. "So Danny. What did you say you're paper was about?" Danny, who at this point was viably nervous and aroused, tried to find a way to return his thoughts to his assignment. As he described what he had to do and how far along he was, Debbie actually did a good job feigning interest. Actually, as time went on, to my surprise, we were really doing this paper. Danny typed away on his laptop as Debbie sorted through notes and I organized information into plausible sentences. Danny had finally relaxed and Debbie's bed had become an essay work station. What escaped me though was the fact that while this was going on, Debbie was continuing to fill our wine glasses over and over again. I had no idea how much I had drank. Danny also was looking a little woozy. I couldn't tell if it was him or if I was so drunk everything looked woozy. He WAS good looking. Good looking indeed. What was happening? Debbie seemed unaffected by the alcohol or the situation. Is this what separated her from all the other girls in high school? Then, as I thought that thought, she made her move. "Oops!" She exclaimed as she spilled her wine all over her tank top. The bright pink material contrasted the red wine making it wildly viable, but then, what can you wear that won't show an overfilled glass of red wine poured all over a pair of perky tits. Danny and I both stared in quest shock as Debbie feigned a little embarrassment of her planned accident. She then proceeded to take off her tank top and look her tank top over. Danny looked over at me almost as if looking for approval. I looked back at him with the same look of bewilderment. Debbie was 38 years old and topless in front of a young college student. Was he even old enough to be drinking? Who knew? The room was silent. I caught Danny with a dim smile as he gazed into Debbie's chest. I knew that the time had come. Debbie, noticed him staring at her and a smile crossed her face as if she was a hyena about to eviscerate a zebra on the African planes. She reached over and took his hand. And put it on her breast. As his hand touched her soft skin, his fingers shook and for a moment, he smiled and enjoyed the gift he was being given, but then I could see he experienced a sudden realization of what was happening. His face looked a little shocked and his head snapped in my direction. "Professor Macarthur? Is this really okay with ..." He tried to ask, but before he could get the words out Debbie grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him hard on the lips. Her small body sprang into action and straddled the young boy as he sat on her bed; they continued to kiss. I could see Danny beginning to give himself to the situation. So as Danny made out with a topless older woman who was sitting in his lap, I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck I was expected to do. Was I supposed to sit here and quietly watch her fuck this boy? I could feel the frustration in my twitching muscles, but before I could respond, Debbie broke her kiss with the boy and whipped her head my way. "Professor Macarthur, why don't you get comfortable and join us?" She said in a voice packed with faux kindness. "Debbie I don't know if.." "Brenda, take off your god damn clothes and get over here." Debbie had a habit of interrupting people at just the right time. .. Or maybe it was just at the wrong time. But I had a crazy idea at that moment. I was getting older. I didn't know how much longer I would look beautiful. I was tired of being a teacher and being respectable. I was tired of the word respectable. I was going to fuck this boy. I walked slowly over to where Debbie was mauling the boy. I grabbed the back of Debbie's head by the pony tail and yanked her head away from Danny's. With her head in one hand, I took Danny's head in the other and began kissing him. His lips were warm and sweet. I tried to kiss him slowly and maintain control, but I felt the animal swelling up inside me. The sound of Danny grunting in pain caused me to stop. I had bitten down on his lip without realizing it. The sound Danny made caused Debbie to sit up straight like a cobra preparing to strike. She slapped his face. The force behind her hand as it connected with Danny's cheek made an audible noise that rang through her dingy apartment. "How dare you fucking complain when Professor Macarthur is dealing with you!" Debbie spat at Danny's face. Then, with a swift combination of gestures, she ripped my blouse open. The buttons that were previously holding it together popped across the room like champagne bottle corks. It took me a little off guard. Even with my bra on, and even with the preceding events, I still felt a little on display. Debbie's keen predatory senses caught my hesitation. She grabbed hold of Danny's head and shoved it into my cleavage. "Better get comfortable there boy." She spat again. As Debbie shoved his head all around my cleavage with both hands, I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. Danny grabbed the brazier with his teeth and spat it aside. "Good boy" Debbie said patting his head as if he was a puppy. She guided his mouth to the end of my nipple. It felt so good to be tasted by a young man again. As he suckled on me, I couldn't help but think of all the young boys I could have been taking advantage off all this time. Then, I felt something I wasn't ready for. Debbie's lips had found their way to my other breast. She looked up at me as she tasted my bosom. I couldn't explain it. For the first moment or two, it felt dirty. It was almost like she had forced herself on me. But that faded fast. This was going to be an interesting evening. "Why don't we turn things up a bit?" I said finally coming out of my shell enough to make the situation work for me. I separated the heads of my two partners from my nipples and got up off the bed. "Debbie, all this work we have done on his paper and we have yet to see his pencil." I continued. Debbie laughed at my third grade pun. I was glad for that. We ripped Danny's clothing off like bloody savages. Danny lie on his bed in the nude, totally erect. Debbie and I made eye contact trying to figure out who should take him first. Debbie made a move to take him first, but I found myself stopping her. This was my chance to take what I wanted, despite the consequences; I was going to ride this dumb kid like a fucking pony. The end of the young mans throbbing rod felt warm against the lips of my pussy as I straddled him. It was a warmth I have been waiting a long time to feel. I had been waiting even longer to feel his cock force its way into me as I lowered my hips down on him. It felt so right to bounce on him like a mechanical bull in some hic bar. For once I was finally able to fuck someone without giving a damn who they were. Debbie watched with a smile as I continued taking advantage of Danny, but it wasn't long before she had to join in. As I said before, Debbie had a way of interrupting at just the right time. .. or maybe just the wrong time. Debbie removed her sweatpants and climbed up onto the bed straddling Danny's face. "You might as well lick my pussy dumb ass." She said as she let the weight of her torso force her vagina onto Danny's face. I could see Danny visibly struggling to keep up with everything that was going on. Debbie and I held hands as we gyrated on Danny from either end. It was electric. At this point we were no longer fucking Danny in the emotional sense, but rather using Danny's body to fuck each other. We embraced each other and began to kiss. Deep passionate kisses with my female friend with Danny's young cock still inside me.. I never would have imagined myself in this situation when I got up this morning. I probed her breasts with great fervor and the more I touched her, the more I wanted to touch her. I was supposed to be the passive one. Why could I not stop fondling this woman? Suddenly I realized I was no longer bouncing on Danny. He was making his best effort to keep his hips moving while still keeping his cool with his face underneath of Debbie, but his was quite visibly straining himself. Danny's voice could be heard underneath of Debbie's hips, but I couldn't make out the words of his muffled voice. It didn't matter though. I didn't care. All I cared about was drinking in Debbie's lips. Then suddenly, Danny lifted up with his hips as I felt him shoot his sperm inside my body. I collapsed. ... After that we drank. And drank. .. and drank.. I vaguely remember Debbie fucking Danny a little bit later on, but it's all a bit hazy after that. The alcohol took over and I passed out. The next morning I woke up in bed with Debbie. We were all tangled up In each other's arms and my clothing was no where in site. Danny was no where in site as well. Back at school, life proceeded more or less as usual after that. Debbie and I got together quite often. She showed me a lot. With her, I felt free. I was free. Was this her plan all along? Was the whole event just a scheme for her to have a partner in crime? I hope so. [Christie's life may not be ideal, but she can always find comfort in her one true vice. Read about it now in "Christie's Sex Addiction" and watch for part 2 coming soon! Thanks for reading! - Zoobleezoo1490]
