He saw me in the doorway. “Phoebe, is everything okay?” he asked, his gaze moving over the t-shirt I’d worn to bed.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, making my way to the couch. “Mind if I sit?”
Mr. Weber blinked in confusion and set aside his glass of wine. “Not at all.”
I sat beside him, tugging the t-shirt over my thighs. “The sleet’s really coming down out there.”
“I doubt you and Tess will be having classes tomorrow.” Mr. Weber glanced at the doorway. “Is Tess asleep?”
“Yes.” I thought back to earlier that evening at dinner, when Mr. Weber asked Tess and me about our courses at the community college. Even as he laughed at our jokes and complaints, his smile never reached his eyes.
I’d met Tess’s father a few times before, and he always seemed as though his thoughts were elsewhere. Tess told me it was because her mother had left him last year. “She’s living with her boyfriend in Florida now,” Tess said bitterly.
“I appreciate you letting me stay here tonight,” I told Mr. Weber. “I meant to head home at nine, but Tess and I lost track of time studying for our Biology exam.”
He glanced at me and smiled. “I’m glad you decided to stay. I wouldn’t want you driving in this weather.”
The sadness etched in his face, the way he ducked his head when he spoke, made me want to touch him. Before I could lose my nerve, I slipped onto his lap.
His eyes widened. “Phoebe, what…”
I brushed his dark hair from his forehead. Mr. Weber’s breathing quickened, and he rested his hands on my hips as if to move me. “This is not a good idea.”
I whispered, “It’s a wonderful idea.”
“Phoebe, I’m forty-six years old.”
I placed his hand on my left breast. He groaned in spite of himself. “I’m almost twenty,” I said.
“You’re too young.” His eyes darkened. “You’re Tess’s friend. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“I promise I won’t hurt Tess, or you. I just want to make you feel better.” I pressed my mouth to his, and his lips parted so his tongue could meet mine.
I pulled the t-shirt over my head, knowing we didn’t have much time. “Get undressed,” I said, climbing off his lap. He stood and stripped while I kicked off my underwear. I lay back against the couch, and Mr. Weber stretched his body over mine, kissing me as his hard cock prodded my thigh. I slid my palms over his back, kneading his ass with my fingertips. Reaching between us, I began to guide his cock inside me.
“Wait,” Mr. Weber said, shifting our bodies until we lay on our right sides, with my back against his stomach. Parting my legs, Mr. Weber slid the head of his cock over my clit, making me moan. He coated his cock with my wetness and began to ease into me.
I winced at the twinge of pain, and Mr. Weber froze. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
I wasn’t about to tell him I’d slept with only one other guy, and just a few times. “It’s been a while,” I said. “Keep going.”
“I can stop—”
My eyes locked with his. “Don’t you dare.”
He grinned and slid all the way inside. My pain morphed into pleasure as his cock filled me. “You feel incredible,” he said, his voice strained. Spread out before him, my breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts, I felt completely exposed. From his position he could see every inch of me, but his stare was fixed on my face.
Mr. Weber stroked my clit as he fucked me. His touch was gentle at first, but when I whispered “please” against his lips, he rubbed my clit harder and faster, thrusting inside me with more force.
“I want to see you come, Phoebe.”
I gasped, feeling my body grow taut, and I dug my nails into his hip as each spasm coursed through me. My muscles clenched around his cock, and he buried his face in my hair to muffle a shout. After he came, he rested his forehead against mine.
“I think you’ve ruined me for all other men, Mr. Weber,” I said with a grin.
He let out a low laugh. “No more ‘Mr. Weber,’ Phoebe. We’re way past that now. Call me Colin.”
I knew I needed to leave him soon, but I spent a few more minutes in his arms, watching his eyelids grow heavy as he relaxed.
“You need your rest, Colin. With this ice storm, I could be stranded here for days,” I added, tugging gently at his cock.
Colin gave my ass a playful smack. “Off to bed with you,” he said. As he watched me dress, a smile danced at his lips, lightening his eyes.
An industrious and quiet office worker bee by day, Bethany Sage writes erotic fiction by night. She lives in Virginia.