Maggie smiled as the young man slid his cock out of her pussy. He hurriedly dressed. He winked at her, then came back for a last kiss before he eased through the door to join his friend and return to work.
'Hell, I thought I fucked loudly,' Mary Alice teased as she came into the room and watched Maggie dress. 'Ohhhhh, how you do carry on when you get some cock in you.'
Mary Alice had said it in imitation of the workman's voice, then she ducked Maggie's playful swat. They stood laughing at each other as they waited for enough commotion to go on in the hall that they could leave for class without being apparent they had cut chapel.
'Beats the hell out of a sermon every time,' Mary Alice laughed as they prepared to leave. 'Every time.'
Maggie smiled. She looked up at the workman and blew him a kiss as they walked down the hall. She felt the satisfaction of noticing the envy on Joe's face as he watched the affection which passed between her and the friend who usually ended up with the dog.
For once, the man who resembled Hal Painter had come out the better. Maggie swung her ass as sensuously as she could. She felt good. She felt damn good. She'd had a good fuck and done the guy a great favor at the same time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'So we would love to have you spend the weekend with us,' Dr. Harold Painter smiled.
Maggie looked up at him, eyes sparkling. Her tits were pounding at the thought. A weekend with Harold Painter! The tingles went through her pussy as she considered it.
They wouldn't be alone, of course. Not always.
Her professor had suggested her name to the dean as a student to attend the regional workshop in creative writing. The tall instructor had asked her about it earlier and had just received confirmation of her selection.
'As I told you,' Maggie replied, 'I'd love the chance to go. I'm still in a state of shock that you would even consider me.'
'Oh, you're the first one I considered,' Harold answered as his eyes dropped to her trembling tits. 'In fact, I hadn't thought of anyone else if you had turned me down. You're more mature than the other students. I think you can deal with some of the, uh, rather adult subject matter we will be discussing.'
'If you mean dirty, I'm looking forward to it,' Maggie laughed as her tits brushed against his arm. 'Wheee! Am I looking forward to it!'
Dr. Painter laughed with her, his cock swelling within his pants at the sensation of her breasts against his arm. He suddenly blushed. He stammered a moment, then stepped back from her and busily tried to resume an interest in the sheets of lecture notes on his desk.
'It's decided, then,' he announced. 'Excellent. I'll let you know more after all plans are set. You will be riding up with me, I assume?'
'Of course!' Maggie answered as she turned to leave.
Hell yes, she'd ride up with him. With any luck at all, she could get a tumble in before they ever arrived at the mountain resort where the workshop was scheduled.
Maggie swung her ass in her most suggestive manner as she walked from the room. She was elated.
Her telephone spat with Loren was wiped out of her memory. The conniving preacher had almost wet his pants when she had suggested that she join him this weekend in Jacksonburg. He stammered over the phone, talked in circles, finally telling Maggie that it would not be convenient at all for her to come down.
'In two or three weeks, maybe we can work it out,' he had said. 'Really, you should concentrate on your school work. I'll be so busy I won't have a minute to spend with you. You can't imagine how hectic the weekend is. I have to accomplish a week's work in two day's time. I just know it wouldn't work at all. We'd end up shouting at each other in our frustration.'
Maggie had slammed the phone down. Maggie had been seething, ready to get even with Loren if she had to fuck the whole damn student body to do it. Now she was interested more in the faculty as she bounded down the hall toward her room.
Mary Alice wasn't there. Maggie sighed in disgust.
She walked to her desk. There was a note from her roommate. It was about Bob. Bob? What Bob? Then Maggie remembered the name of the boy friend Mary Alice referred to on occasion. Bob Johnson who was supposed to have such a hot thing going with Mary Alice, yet he never called, never wrote, never came over to visit.
Bob was coming over. He was due over tonight. He'd called. He would be by the dorm just before dinner to pick up Mary Alice and go out to eat. There was Mary Alice's problem. She had a date. She had a date that she didn't want to break.
In the late afternoon, she pleaded with Maggie to have dinner with her boy friend and keep him around until she could get to him.
'Why the hell not?' Maggie asked out loud. 'Sure beats the food in the dining hall.'
Still, there was a complication for her. How was she going to get any cock if she had to spend most of the evening entertaining Mary Alice's boy friend?
Maggie had planned on getting fucked tonight. Well, she shrugged, there still might be some boy around the student center after Mary Alice took over with Bob. If not, there was the weekend ahead. She could certainly get fucked tomorrow night just as easily as tonight.
She was ready by the time Bob called on her. Maggie checked her appearance in the mirror. The shimmering green jersey clung to every luscious curve, dazzling any observer with the display of tits and ass.
'Bob Johnson?' she asked in the reception area as she came downstairs. 'Is Bob Johnson here?'
She gasped as Bob stood up and walked over to answer her call. She had expected a young man, not this middle-aged person coming toward her. Bob was as tall as Maggie. His eyes showed his confusion as he walked toward the lovely young woman.
'Yes?' he greeted her. 'I'm Bob Johnson. You have a message for me?'
Maggie reached for his hand. She saw the flicker in his eyes that showed his appreciation of her looks.
'Mary Alice had an important meeting tonight,' Maggie lied. 'She won't be able to meet you until later. I'm her roommate. Mary Alice suggested I substitute for her until she can slip out of her meeting. Of course, that's if you don't mind.'
Bob brightened at her offer, his body seemed to leap at the thought. His eyes sparkled as he nodded.
'Mind?' he gasped. 'Hell no, I don't mind. Mary Alice told me a little about you. She told me you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever see. I have to admit that she wasn't lying.'
'Flatterer!' Maggie teased as she took his arm. They walked through the hall toward the front steps. 'Don't stop, though. I like it!'
Bob looked over at Maggie and beamed, clearly ecstatic over having such a gorgeous girl for his dinner companion.
Maggie recalled Mary Alice telling him about herself. How much had Mary Alice told about her? Did this man know that she was married? Did he know that she had been messing around on her husband?
Maggie glanced over at him and calmed herself. Whatever he might know about her, he was happy as he could be at the chance to take her out.
Damn, but the food was good! A good, thick steak was a hell of an improvement over the frozen fishsticks they would have been serving at the dining hall.
Maggie looked up and smiled at the man who sat watching her closely. Bob had not been able to take his eyes off her all night. They had driven out to the Rockwood Inn for dinner. Bob had mentioned casually that he was staying in the inn for the weekend.
He had wanted to waste time, Maggie thought. He'd planned to bring Mary Alice out here, wine her and dine her, then take her to his room and fuck her good. She felt sympathy for Bob Johnson. He wasn't a bad sort of guy,
