My Classmate

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: ~anonymous Age: 50 Gender: Male

I've mentioned before in this wonderful forum of my preference for women older than myself as lovers when I was younger. This is about an exception to my preference.

I had recently enrolled back in school, and in one of my science classes, I was assigned to a group needing another member.

"Joe" was about half my age (40 at the time) and he told me that "Marti" was running late.

Marti came into class not too much later. She was 20, about 5'7", long brown hair, brown eyes, and a pleasant smile. The three of us chatted and started planning how we would complete the project the instructor assigned to us. We finally agreed to meet at Marti's duplex on that Saturday.

It was hot that day, and we did most of the work outside. Marti was wearing a tank top (no bra) and shorts cut from a pair of levis. Marti had nice firm tits, and very long, tanned legs and a superb ass. Even though I was almost old enough to be her dad, I still enjoyed sneaking looks at those shapely legs, as did Joe, when we caught each other looking at Marti when she bent over, making those legs seem even longer, and got brief glimpses of firm ass cheeks. I looked at Joe, winked, and he grinned, knowing that he was thinking the same thing I was. I found myself thinking about what Marti would look like in a skirt, pantyhose and heels. That started making my cock more erect. I may have been 40, but I wasn't dead yet.

Marti's boyfriend pulled up. I was surprised; he was a rodent-looking little shit, with a crewcut, ratty t-shirt and levis, and a tattoo that said "White Power" on his skinny bicep. Being Hispanic, I thought to myself, "Oh, great. A racist. How nice." Being taller and heavier than this little dork, I figured if he got mouthy, I could teach his little ass a lesson about respecting his elders.

Marti went up to him, and they kissed briefly. She was taller than him by about 2", and they made an odd couple. I couldn't believe that someone as good-looking as Marti would choose such a punk-looking kid for a boyfriend.

They talked for a few minutes, while Joe and I continued work. The punk got back into his truck, a real white trashy looking thing and drove off.

"Tommy is going down to LA to help his cousin move", Marti said as she returned back to help us. "He's going to be gone for a few days." We made the usual polite noises and continued working.

We ran into some trouble with our project, and by then, it was getting late and we were hungry. We decided to break for the day and headed to a fast food place. I drove, Marti sitting next to me, Joe in the back. Marti's legs looked inviting.

After we got back, I suggested that we try working some more. Joe was up for it, but had made plans to meet with his girlfriend. We told him no worries, he had put in a good share of the work, so we said goodbye. Marti and I continued working in the warm early evening.

We got finished not too long after dark. Our project worked, and we sat back on the picnic table in Marti's backyard, drinking coke.

We talked about classes, instructors and just things in general. Marti told me that her ratty punk boyfriend had a gun. I didn't think that was too unusual, judging by the impression I got from him, but I didn't tell him that. She said he got it to prepare for the upcoming race war. I almost spit out my coke, and started laughing.

"Marti, where the hell did he get a stupid idea like that?" She told me that he had read about it in some of the white supremacist literature he had, and from some of his friends who felt the same way. I told her that was just a lot of bigoted bullshit, and that she shouldn't worry.

She looked at me with those big brown eyes and asked me, "Are you sure, X?" She looked so serious, I almost laughed, but I reached out and squeezed one of her hands, in a paternal gesture.

"I'm sure, Marti. It will be fine." She didn't let go of my hand, so being a perpetually horny old bastard, I moved my fingers so hers were intertwined with mine. I squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back.

"Whoa", I thought. "I might have a chance to get laid by this kid." I was between lovers at that point, and I wasn't finding anyone at the college-so far.

We looked at each other, and I kissed her cheek. She didn't resist, and I turned her face and kissed her full lips. She kissed me back, then pulled away.

"I shouldn't be doing this." She got up and started walking towards the house. I followed her.

She turned around when we were both inside. She said she felt so guilty. She had never been unfaithful to Tommy, and here she was, kissing another man, a man almost as old as her dad, and a classmate she hardly knew.

I asked her if she had ever been with a guy just for one night. "No. You only have sex with a guy if you love him." I said there was plenty of time for love at her age, and that, frankly, she could do a hell of a lot better.

"Are you in love with me, X?" I touched her cheek.

"No, honey. I like you, I think you are a fine young woman with a lot of potential, and you are very sexy." She smiled.

"No one's ever told me that, not even Tommy." I stepped closer to her.

"Tommy's an idiot." I leaned down, took Marti in my arms, and kissed her, this time poking my tongue between her lips. When she opened her mouth, I slipped my tongue inside. I heard her say "mmm", and I felt her tongue. I slid my hand down to her ass, and moved my hand until I felt her ass cheek. She moaned, and moved one of those silky legs against mine.

I resisted the urge to pull down her shorts, turn her around and fuck her from behind (at least then). When we broke our kiss, I asked her what Tommy did to turn her on.

"He kisses me, though you kiss better than he does, and then he takes me to bed and fucks me."

"Does he make you come, Marti?"

She got teary-eyed, and said "No. I have to do that myself." I kissed her again, and said "Turn around, honey." She did so.

I pulled her towards me. "Lean against me, baby." As she did so, I unbuttoned her shorts.

"What are you going to do, X?"

"I'm going to make you feel good, Marti."

I unzipped her shorts, seeing the purple waistband of her thong. I put my hand inside her thong, and moved it down, seeking out her clit and vagina. As I did this, I put my hand under her tank top, and found her nipple.

She gasped. "Relax, sweetie. Let me do all the work", I told her, as I rolled the nipple between my fingers, and explored her cunt, feeling the moisture, and found her clit, and began jilling her off.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit." Marti would swear while being fucked. "Oh, shit, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, this is so good. Oh, oh, oh shit. No one has ever done this before! Oh, X, oh, fuck." I felt her hips starting to move of their own will.

"Oh,fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming, X, I'm coming!"

"That's it, baby, let Daddy make you come!" I whispered in her ear. She said "Oh, fuck! What you're saying makes me even hotter!" She then arched her head back and cried out.

"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!" I continued rubbing her clit, and fingering her. I got her to another orgasm shortly afterwards.

As she recovered, leaning against me, her hand moved and discovered my hard prick.

"Oh, shit! X, you're bigger than Tommy! I want to see it!" Of course, I took off my shoes, shorts and underwear, and let Marti look.

"God, it's big." It's about average, but thick.

"I want it in me, X! Please!"

Well, I took Marti from behind as she was standing, and we fucked in the kitchen. We made it to the bedroom, where I introduced her to having her pussy licked, her clit sucked, and taught her the right way to suck me, and, of course, she gave me a couple of hand jobs and we fucked the rest of night and into the weekend. The next day, she said that it was the best sex she had ever had, and that she had a lot to think about. I told her that she was beautiful and that if she wanted to attract the right kind of guy she needed to set her sights higher than the Tommies of this world. I suggested that it would be nice to see her in a skirt once in awhile, especially since she had the legs for one.

That Tuesday, Marti came into class, wearing a mini, pantyhose and heels. She looked like a million dollars and I told her so. After class, which was a blur to me since I spent that hour staring at her legs and recalling our weekend, she thanked me, and said that Tommy was back and that she had told him it was over, and that she had met a nice guy. She said Tommy thought it was Joe and wanted to kick his ass, which was an impossibility, since Joe lifted weights for fun and was built like an ox. He had no idea that "that old wetback fart", as he called me had fucked her. She told me, after giving me a quick kiss, if I wanted to see her again that weekend, I could, and she would wear what she had on. The week dragged, me thinking about her, until we got together again. That was our last session together, but I had no regrets, and neither did she. I hope she met a guy worthy of her.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]