I made my way out of the cafeteria on cloud nine. I made it half way to my math class, when Stoner, the other guy at the table, grabbed my arm. Wanna ...ang out. He was not looking me in my eyes. That would be great. When? I was way too anxious. Now. I have class now. I can fix that. What? I was totally confused. The idea of not going to class was shocking indeed. Just go to your class. Ill come get you. Just like that? Yup. Got mad skills. Well Ill owe ya. Damn right you will. I turned to walk. If you want to take it off rather than have me do it, go for it.”I owned 3 of these sweaters that I purchased from Boston Proper, a fabulous clothier. This one was sleeveless with a countless number of buttons on the front. I sat and he took a seat on the ottoman in front of me. His hands quickly opened the top four so he could just barely see the hint of cleavage.“May I continue?” Damn, so polite. “Hell yeah said my margarita induced mouth.”Pop. Pop. Pop. He was halfway down my sweater.. ” I told her. I took my fingers and slowly inserted them in her. Pushing them all the way in and back out again over and over as I lightly licked her tender clit. Almost immediately she started to moan and breathe hard. “Please let me cum. Please let me cum.” She began to beg me over and over. I ignored her pleas I as continued to lick and finger her. When her hips started to arch up to me I told her, “That’s it baby, cum for me…cum for me now.” “FUCK…YES…OH GOD.” She. Now that I could, I wanted to fulfil every fantasy I had ever had about my smoking hot teacher. I had a full week of classes ahead of me, and I intended on using every chance I got. Maybe I could convince my Mom to invite her over more often, and enjoy the two Icelandic beauties together.I took one of her small nipples into my mouth, sucking gently on the firm, pink nub while I squeezed her fantastic ass with my hands. I missed the flow of milk I had begun to enjoy with my mother and sisters..