Those Two
This story was written for me by PRTB or JCNC over at dirtypopnsyncstyle.com. Their site is now gone so I thought I would post this here.
She sat to herself most of the time. Taciturn and anxious. It wasn’t as if she was ugly or awkward; she just always seemed to be just about to say something. I can remember how beautiful she was, great dirty blonde hair and that perfect skin. If she had been just a tad taller she could have passed for a model.
Basically she was just another one of my hundreds of students. Even though in all my years of teaching at the University I’ve never dwelled on one student. I had a pretty nice class that year, well behaved and smart.
I don’t exactly remember the girl’s name, I know it started with a consonant. The boy however, I remember perfectly. JC is what all his friends called him, but his name was Josh. The two hit it off. It was like in one of those trashy books; the shy, smart beauty and the hot stud with nice, large hands.
He started charming her the day he carried her books, or was it the first time he complimented her glasses (which she wore occasionally). It didn’t take long before I noticed JC wore a blue button down on Monday and she wore it on Wednesday.
I know you’re wondering why all of this is so memorable. But to me their relationship rivaled Jen and Ben, Brad and Angelina or Britney and Kevin any day.
JC’s dad worked at the school at the time and that enabled the pair to ‘explore’ the campus after classes were over. I know this because I had to stay late grading critical analysis papers for an entire week.
One early morning (around 2 a.m.) I was walking by the biology labs when I heard voices. At first I didn’t realize it was two people ‘copulating’ so I went to check it out. I still feel flustered today when I think about the way he thrust into her, the way she arched her back. It was truly a sight to see him pin her against the lab floor and push his penis into her dripping wet vagina over and over. Nor did JC neglect to lick and kiss all over her soft shoulders, neck and chest.
I never meant to spy. I would never do such a thing intentionally. It’s none of my business how he picked her up and set her on the table, wrapping her legs around his waist. Or how he shivered as he orgasmed.
I’m always wondering about them. Were they just college flings or did it extend to more? JC and his girlfriend…Heather, that’s right her name was Heather. I wonder what ever happened to those two.
She sat to herself most of the time. Taciturn and anxious. It wasn’t as if she was ugly or awkward; she just always seemed to be just about to say something. I can remember how beautiful she was, great dirty blonde hair and that perfect skin. If she had been just a tad taller she could have passed for a model.
Basically she was just another one of my hundreds of students. Even though in all my years of teaching at the University I’ve never dwelled on one student. I had a pretty nice class that year, well behaved and smart.
I don’t exactly remember the girl’s name, I know it started with a consonant. The boy however, I remember perfectly. JC is what all his friends called him, but his name was Josh. The two hit it off. It was like in one of those trashy books; the shy, smart beauty and the hot stud with nice, large hands.
He started charming her the day he carried her books, or was it the first time he complimented her glasses (which she wore occasionally). It didn’t take long before I noticed JC wore a blue button down on Monday and she wore it on Wednesday.
I know you’re wondering why all of this is so memorable. But to me their relationship rivaled Jen and Ben, Brad and Angelina or Britney and Kevin any day.
JC’s dad worked at the school at the time and that enabled the pair to ‘explore’ the campus after classes were over. I know this because I had to stay late grading critical analysis papers for an entire week.
One early morning (around 2 a.m.) I was walking by the biology labs when I heard voices. At first I didn’t realize it was two people ‘copulating’ so I went to check it out. I still feel flustered today when I think about the way he thrust into her, the way she arched her back. It was truly a sight to see him pin her against the lab floor and push his penis into her dripping wet vagina over and over. Nor did JC neglect to lick and kiss all over her soft shoulders, neck and chest.
I never meant to spy. I would never do such a thing intentionally. It’s none of my business how he picked her up and set her on the table, wrapping her legs around his waist. Or how he shivered as he orgasmed.
I’m always wondering about them. Were they just college flings or did it extend to more? JC and his girlfriend…Heather, that’s right her name was Heather. I wonder what ever happened to those two.