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  My mood grew feisty. “I think it’s time for me to win back my bet. So, Miss Smarty Pants, how old do you think I am?”

  “Name your bet.”

  “Dinner, winner’s choice of venue, and I’ll even throw in a movie.” How did she like them apples?

  “Ah ha, a serious gambler.” She pondered a moment, stopping to study my body from head to foot in a most salacious way. I was beyond mere sweating; excessive salivation like a hound dog was more like it. I remained mute while she undressed me with her eyes.

  “Let’s see. Your hair is so thick.” She ran her fingers through my shoulder-length tresses and I thought I’d die. “And a rich brown too.” Next, she traced her manicured finger along my cheek and I involuntarily gasped. Alarms sounded when she stepped closer. I could feel her heat, but I was still cognizant that we were in an isolated area between campus and the neighboring town. If she was a mass murderer, I wouldn’t stand a chance of escaping. Her musky scent, alluring eyes and willing mouth were near enough to stun a tiger, yet she held me captive with just a look. I couldn’t move. When she spoke again, I had a hard time looking up from her lips. I could barely resist kissing her.

  “You don’t have any telltale signs of age, well, maybe just these sexy crinkles around your eyes…” she lightly touched the skin around them too. “I know it sounds cheap, but the color of your eyes reminds me of black onyx orbs.”

  My knees wobbled; I feared if she kept this up I’d combust. Then she clinched it. “Your lips, well, your lips need to be worshipped. May I?”

  I could hardly breathe, but I managed a low, “Yes,” before she devoured my mouth with hers.

  Our bags fell silently among the brush and autumn leaves of hickory, beech, maple and oak. Our collective sighs of pleasure grew intense. If we kept up the tongue foray, I was likely to follow our belongings to the ground. With a raging hunger, I allowed her to consume me, fearing our shared heat would start a forest fire. She smothered me in kisses. Soft moans combined with fragrant rustling leaves. I blocked out every reason to stop this before I succumbed to her will. She was a powerful force, unrelenting, undeniably sexy, and impossible to resist.

  I longed to lie beside her, even among earth, leaves, pebbles and twigs. I wanted nothing between us but our scorched and naked flesh. Would I learn a lesson outside the classroom on my first day of school? I didn’t care to ponder; I shut out warning signals, squelched rationalization; and stonewalled everything but the sight, feel and scent of her. Her fragrance filled me up with musk, fire and ice. I kissed her as fiercely as she kissed me. Our breasts collided as her hips ground into mine. Her kiss was incomparable. Her strong embrace, her urgent fondles, leisurely caresses, wet kisses; tasting all of her would be like coming home. It had been too long since I’d let a woman in. Way too long.

  “You’re irresistible,” I murmured, running my hands through her hair and then clasping her perfectly round face in my palms, as I committed her beauty to memory. “You’re so pretty, so very, very pretty,” I cooed, unable to contain my thoughts, which poured out like waterfalls. “I could eat you up.”

  “I want to fuck you,” she said, her voice raspy, low and her body even more inviting.

  I was rabid with desire. And then I thought I heard something other than the wild beat of my heart.

  “Wait.” I placed my palm upon her chest, her heart rate strong, rapid and sure. We listened. This time she heard it too. We grabbed our things and she held my hand as we scurried deeper into the brush.

  “That was close,” Kristen panted.

  “Sure was. Maybe we should take this slower and hit the breakfast place.”

  “No, Stacey, I intend to make love to you first,” she showed the tiniest amount of uncertainty but it soon vanished. “If you’ll let me.”

  “We hardly know each other.”

  “I know enough. I can’t take my eyes off you. I want you so damn bad; I’ll die if I don’t have you now.”

  “I’m too old for this,” I protested, wishing I could chill.

  “You only live once.” Was she getting inside my head? How did she know what I was thinking? I was way too uptight for a free spirit, although, I longed to let it all hang out.

  “You’re so young…” I stroked her cheek, delighting in the smooth perfection of her freckled youth. “Young and delicious and... Oh, fuck it. Come here.” I pulled her close.

  She laughed aloud at my change of heart. In seconds we were back to making out between my bemused smile and her wicked grin.

  As I nipped at her neck, I inched my hand up her back beneath her crop top. Her skin was soft. I left goose flesh along the lazy trail I created by teasing her with my fingers. Finally, I reached her bra and with ease I unhooked it. Grazing my fingertips and then raking trimmed nails along her back, I had her purring in my ear.

  She thrust her tits at me, willing me to grab them, but I held back, relishing her impatient pout. She bit my lip, hard, but not drawing blood. I took my time gently scratching messages on her back.

  “Stop teasing,” she cried.

  That’s when I filled my hands up with her breasts and squeezed the supple flesh. With my nose, I lifted her top, not once losing my grip on her firm breasts. Her nipples were between my splayed fingers. I pinched them hard, harder and hardest until she squealed. It seemed effortless and I had her shirt off, clasping her erect tips between my teeth. She wasn’t shy, declaring her ecstasy over and over.

  “Shhhh,” I said, “You’ll create quite a stir.”

  “Your fault. You drive me crazy. I need you, now!”

  “You’ll get, but first you’ll have to behave.”

  “I am behaving. Please, please, please fuck me.” She was so adorable when she begged. What can I say? I was a sucker for adorable and begging too.

  I tweaked her tits once more and took a pebbled nub between my lips, licking and drawing the taut nipple to the back of my throat. She ground her crotch, damp through her skimpy pants, the stretchy fabric thin enough for me to feel just how moist she’d become. I flew above the clouds when she rubbed her heated core up and down the length of my thigh. She yelped when I bit down on her nipple. In response to her glee, I produced love juice of my own.

  “You make me so wet,” she said.

  “I know,” I kissed her temple as my hands roamed to the small of her back where the top of the zipper began, and undid it one tooth at a time. I met with the skimpiest thong and kneaded each butt cheek, as soft as a baby’s behind, until I finally reached around the front to take what I wanted all along.

  “Ah God, Stacey, God damn it! Fuck me, fuck me please.”

  “Soon,” I murmured, as I skimmed over silken, close shaved skin. I used my finger to roam down one side of her labia and then up the other side. I avoided her clit, but felt it pulsating for my attention. I shoved her pants down to the tops of her boots in haste to see the wonder of what I felt. I wasn’t disappointed. Her shaved pussy was enough to make me come, but I resisted.

  “Time for your exam,” I teased.

  “Fine, but hurry.”

  I loved how she just played along with my every whim. “Such a lovely pussy you have. Your lips are puffy and firm, with skin like silk and my, my, my, you’ve pierced your clit!” I got down on my knees and buried my face between her legs. “What am I going to do about this?”

  “Whatever you do, please hurry.” She writhed and pumped her hips, pushing her crotch into my face. I played with the tiny ring for a second, fearing we’d both come in an instant, and licked each fold in turn, oblivious to her thrusts, ignoring her cries and basking in the musky scent, the tangy taste and slippery feel of her sex on my tongue.

  I cupped her butt with my hands to try and still her, but I was no match for her need, and so I palpated her clit with my tongue. She quickened her pace, her motions wild, until I was forced to suck in her bejeweled clit, licking it, stroking it, tugging gently at the hoop, as I slid one, then two fingers inside. Realizing how open, complet
ely without inhibitions, and comfortable with her body she was, I plunged my cupped hand inside her pussy again and again and again. Her vocalizations echoed throughout the forest. I never had a more receptive woman the first time we fucked than her. I had my fist inside as high as it would go, and she was not only ready for me, but she willed me to continue. Filling her was like filling me.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop...” her breaths, her words, her gasps erupted in an erratic rhythm as if written for a fanciful dance.

  I followed each chant, each movement, finally freeing my thumb while her pussy gripped two fingers safely inside. I massaged her g-spot and continued stroking the length of her slit with my thumb. Teasing her clit until it grew so big, I couldn’t get over the view. “Kristen, you’re amazing.” My body thrummed to own her, to make her my love slave. “Breathtaking,” I murmured, between fucking her brains out. “Just breathtaking.”

  “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  I didn’t stop. I picked up the pace, letting her clit cool down for the briefest second, and then heating it up again, alternating between pleasuring her for as long as I could stand to make her wait. Then I repeated this torture until, at the very last second, threatening to pull out, she wailed.

  I let her have it; I bit the fleshy part of her belly as she came all over my hand, down past my wrist and quite by surprise, I shuddered from my own climax.

  “Oh my God,” I said, when I could speak again.

  “You’re quite the stud, Stacey.” She graced me with her dimples, deepened due to an awesome smile.

  “You bring out the beast in me.”

  “You’ve given me an appetite. Care for seconds?”

  “Absolutely.”

  With only my blazer beneath us for comfort, we cuddled in the afterglow. I hated to look at my watch, but it was inevitable.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  “It’s time we either went for lunch, or we grab something on campus.”

  She took my wrist and saw it for herself. “Yikes, I nearly forgot, I have a meeting with my advisor, damn.”

  “I have my next class starting soon.”

  We stood and helped each other tidy up our appearance. She fetched a pen out of her backpack and scribbled her number on the palm of my hand. I then wrote mine on hers, feeling like I would get detention for being naughty when I got back to school. Chatting all the way back to campus, we kissed before parting ways.

  “You owe me breakfast,” she said.

  “I never squelch on bets. I’m good for it, but you never guessed my age to give me a chance for a free dinner.”

  “That’s because you’re totally awesome at any age. And Sweetheart, I’d buy you dinner no matter what.”

  I simply glowed from this woman. We were equally reluctant to let go, but alas, we scurried to our engagements with so much promise for hooking up again. I began counting the seconds until the next time.

  For the rest of the afternoon, I floated around campus in a post-coital daze. So what if I was the cougar on campus. I could think of worse things I could be.

  I thought I heard someone calling for their mother. That was strange given where I was, but when I heard, “Mom, wait up!” I halted, still not focusing until I was face-to-face with my own kid.

  “Earth to Mama Bear. Are you in there?” Steven snapped his fingers in front of my face. That’s when I knew I had it bad for Kristen. The mere thought of her warmed me to the core.

  “Hey you, how was your day?” I asked.

  “Never mind me. How’d your day go?”

  “Great!”

  He narrowed his eyes and squinted at the last remnants of the sun’s rays before it set and said, “Holy shitsky! If I didn’t know better, I would bet my mother just had the best fuck of her life!”

  “Steven!” I looked around for anyone within earshot.

  “You have, haven’t you?”

  “I’m not telling you.” If his smile grew any wider he could catch all the insects in Butterfly World.

  “Who is she?”

  “Never mind.” I walked off. Steven followed.

  When we reached my car, I threw him the keys, unable to concentrate on driving with Kristen invading my thoughts, making my cheeks flame like a coed with a huge crush.

  Steven revved up the engine more than he needed to. He glanced my way, shot me a cockeyed grin only a mother could love, and simply said, “Yep, my mom either got fucked or she wants to really bad.” He tore out of the parking lot and my heart soared along.

  The End

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cheri Crystal, a native New Yorker hoping to join her wife in the United Kingdom as soon as possible, is the author of Attractions of the Heart, a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for erotic lesbian love stories. Some of her latest short tales of lesbian lust include: "Pandora’s Box," “Better than Vibrators,” and "Mirror Image." She began writing lesbian fiction in 2003 after reviewing LGBT fiction for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. In her spare time, she enjoys swimming, hiking, viewing wildlife, cooking, jigsaw puzzles and spending quality time with family and friends. Visit Cheri's website www.chericrystal.com and join her on facebook.com/chericrystal for coming attractions.