Chapter 2: Building Tension
The festival is loud, and I lean on the metal barrier, scanning the students to make sure none of them are up to no good. The spring air is refreshing and only slightly cool sometimes. Perfect weather for the end of the school year. The breeze off the river smells like the sea.
The college festival is in full swing, and I’m enjoying the show when Amanda walks up, a devilish grin on her face. She's wearing a flowing skirt and a cropped top that exposes her toned stomach. Bangles and heavy boots jangle as she walks. The sun glints off her golden curls, and her eyes are bright and eager.
“Hey Professor Duncan, fancy a dance?” She asks, wagging her eyebrows at me.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m good, thanks Amanda. I’m enjoying the festival.”
She pouts playfully. “Come on, Norris. It’s just a dance. It’s not like it’s going to kill you.”
I look at her for a moment, considering. I know what she wants, and I know what I want.
I decide to give in to her whims, and I follow her as she leads me to a secluded lawn away from prying eyes.
Amanda's eyes glint with desire as she turns to face me. She slowly unbuttons her top, revealing her lacy bra and firm breasts. I can't resist the temptation anymore, and I pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Her mouth is soft and wet, and our tongues dance together intensely. As we kiss, Amanda wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer to me.
I can feel her firm breasts pressed against my chest, and my cock starts to stiffen in my pants. She grinds herself against me, letting out a soft moan as she feels my growing bulge.
"You like that, Norris?" She whispers, nipping at my earlobe. "I thought you didn't want to see them?"
"Not in class, Ms. Delaney,"I growl in response, grabbing her hips and grinding myself against her. She gasps, breaking our kiss and throwing her head back with pleasure. I take this opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, reaching her exposed cleavage.
She sighs in pleasure and tangles her fingers in my tousled brown hair, pulling me closer.
Her other hand works its way to the buttons of my jeans. She pops them open and reaches inside, wrapping her shapely hand around my throbbing erection. I let out a groan as she begins to stroke me up and down. "Finally, I get to see that cock," she whines, smiling, stroking her thumb against my frenulum and looking into my eyes to see my reaction. It's a good reaction.
Amanda's confidence grows when she sees Norris's satisfied face. She continues to stroke him, her grip tightening as she feels his cock grow in her hand. He moans louder, his head falling back in pleasure.
Amanda smirks, feeling a thrill of power as she controls his pleasure. Her hands work him skillfully, and she squeezes him tighter. She starts to lick his length from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the head. She wraps her lips around him, taking him in as deep as she can.
She starts to suck him eagerly, hollowing out her cheeks and working her tongue in circles. She pulls back and starts to stroke him again, her hands slippery with her spit. She can feel him tensing, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
Suddenly, Amanda stops and stands up, a wicked smile on her face. She reaches for her shirt, pulling it over her head and revealing her perfect breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Norris's eyes widen, and he swallows hard.