Her pussy tightened just as I was about to shoot my last. Her moans became a wail of satisfaction. My nuts heard the sound and let go more and more.
Finally I slumped on top of her; Jannie’s sweaty tits pressed against my equally sweaty chest.
We lay there for a moment, exhausted, remembering.
Then she said, “Romeo. You’re the only Romeo for me.”
I kissed her nose and eyes. I rolled to the side, exhausted but content. My girl was my girl again, even if she’d be somebody else s temporarily next week when the play opened.
Chapter 7
Miss Shanker’s Brawny “Hi Miss Shanker,” the deep voice rumbled.
I looked up and as it always did, my heart skipped a beat. It was Brawny…
Allan Marks actually. I called him Brawny and everybody else called him Conan the Barbarian. He was a drama major and muscleman combined. The kids in the drama department sniggered behind his back and recommended that he become a professional wrestler… that required acting talent of the highest degree.
I was more hopeful. As secretary to the department, I really controlled what went on around the department… though the mighty professors never admitted it if they even knew it. Professorial ego’s are easily damaged.
I turned away from my word processor, where I was writing a plea to a dean and smiled at Brawny. He really was a most attractive young man. I’m not that old myself, but he seemed like a muscle bound colt, tripping over himself at every turn. He might have been slow witted, but he was certainly polite… I liked that. “Hi, Brawny, what can I do for you?”
“Well… I got a part as officer of the law in Romeo and Juliet.” His chest swelled with pride, threatening to rip the fabric of his university T-shirt to shreds. “And I wondered if you’d have time to coach me on the lines.”
I knew the part and smiled to myself and at him. Your speeches wasn’t exactly earth shaking, but for a kid who had his heart set on being an actor, not a bad start. “Sure. I’m through a five.”
“Good. Would you… he paused. like an awkward child. I could almost see his big foot swinging from side to side below the edge of my desk.
I looked into his broad face and dark eyes. His black hair was so short, you expected him to be dressed in army fatigues. But he had on a wrinkled University shirt and tight jeans. It wasn’t for the first time that I noticed the tempting bulge in the front of his jeans, which seemed to have been bought in Junior High school too big for him and now in college had grown too small. A rip in one knee showed the thick legs underneath.
He almost said “Aw, shucks,” but said instead, “Maybe you could come over to my apartment for supper. I’m a pretty good cook. Had to learn after my mom died, or pop and I both would have starved.”
“Certainly. I’d be delighted. Give me time to change.”
“You can come like that. You look good in blue. Highlights your hair and all.”
He grinned and my heart melted. I started at his crotch as I made up my mind.
He reached into it and rearranged his thing, without a blush. Athletes are always doing that, driving a girl crazy.
“Ok,” I said at last. You address is correct on the department card?”
“I think so.” He edged around the edge of my desk, surprisingly graceful for such a big man. I flipped my rolodex and he nodded.
So, there I was at his door. Something smelled delicious. I’m dieting as usual.
Not that it’s done much good. Except for Brawny, most of the kids treat me like a piece of furniture… the professors like a machine.
Brawny answered my knock. The heavy shirt had been replaced by an athletic shirt which showed his big arms. The pants were cutoff’s, probably the last desperate use for kindergarten jeans. He looked good enough to eat. My mouth practically watered. In fact, I felt like kneeling down and pressing my face into his crotch. Instead, I smiled and shook his hand. “Smells delicious.”
“My own cream style clam chowder,” he grinned.
My hips shuddered at the thought.
“Made without cream, cause I’m trying to take off a few pounds. Too much beer and pizza.”
We laughed. Brawny’s apartment was cramped to say the least. He apparently lived alone in this one room… very masculine and very crowded with athletic gear. I longed for a glimpse of a jock strap hanging from the rope that stretched across the window for drying clothes. It was empty.
“We have to sit side by side because the counter doesn’t have any ends.” He laughed as if this were the funniest joke he’d ever heard.
He’d made fresh baked bread bowls to put the chowder in and a nice salad. I didn’t insult him by picking at my food. He gulped, his arms feeding his face from both sides. Then his leg brushed mine. An electric shock jolted through my pussy. I wanted to reach over into that other basket and grab his prick and suck him off. Isn’t that awful? But he was so sweet and so gentle, that I just had the hots for him.
He stretched, his arm landing with a thump on the back of my chair. I. could feel the heat of his body through my blue plaid dress. Naturally, my tits began to itch.
“I didn’t plan any desert. Girls are always on diets. You did good eating all that. No leftovers.” His ham hand patted my shoulder. Now you’d think that would have jarred my bones, but he was such a gentle giant.
I gathered my courage and said, “How about you for desert?” At least I think that’s what I said. I put my hand over my mouth in disbelief.
Brawny grinned at me, pushed his chair back from the table and spread his legs wide. The folds of his jeans rearranged themselves. I could almost see the head of his cock poked into the bottom of his crotch… probably kissing his hairy balls. Well, at least I guessed they were big and hairy but I hadn’t seen them yet.
“Ok, by me. The only workouts I get is what I do myself.” He held his right hand in a kind of tube. My eyes grew wide. Was he exaggerating the thickness?
I lost my nerve. My hands stayed demurely in my lap.
“I seen you looking at my basket when I stand in front of your desk. I know what you want. And you can have it too, because you’re such a nice lady.”
I looked down into his crotch. It had puffed up more. My mouth grew dry… I gulped. I couldn’t remember if I’d taken my pill. And I didn’t have a sponge.
Yet, I wanted Brawny’s cock somewhere.
He settled the question about where by grabbing my hand between his paw and laying it on his crotch.
My fingers went to work as if by instinct. I squeezed the lump under his cutoffs. It felt thick but kind of limp. I leaned my head on one of his biceps and began to really play with his prick.
“You can feel it better if you push your hands down my waistband.”
Like a sleepwalker, my body obeyed. I crawled up over the expanding lump to his beltless waist. My other hand began to stroke his chest. Such a lovely chest. I felt the muscles tense under his athletic shirt. I could see the two little pokes of his tit nubs and the shadow of chest hair.
My other hand, meanwhile, wedged itself into the narrow space between his stomach and waistband. I saw a hint of bright red as he lifted his arms over his, shoulders and stretched like a tiger. My hand drifted down the muscles and hit a gnarled hairy patch almost instantly. I could smell his cock now even before I touched it. “Are you wearing red underwear? “Yes, mam and you can see it too if you want.”
I left his chest and found the button on the top of his cutoffs and popped it.
He sucked his stomach in even more and lifted his ass off the chair. The flap parted as a pulled the zipper down. And there it was, a fat tube pushing out his ridiculously tiny bikini shorts.
I stroked the rod a couple of times. Not huge, but sturdy like he was.
He whispered the next thing. “You can eve suck it if you want to.”
