Hot Flashes: The Complete Anthology

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From "MILF Tutor's Naughty Gamble"

Miss Frazier put her hand on his wrist as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Before you call your parents and tell them you passed, I think we have something else to discuss? A certain debt I owe you?”

Cody looked at her, and then away, ashamed. “Yeah. That.” He took a deep breath. “Listen, Miss Frazier,” he began.

“Bailey,” she said.

“What?”

“My name,” she repeated, “is Bailey.”

He blinked. “Okay. Bailey. Listen. I…I can’t ask you to do that. Strip for me. It wasn’t right, that bet. You’ve done so much for me the last few weeks. I’d…I’d feel…”

“As if you had sullied the purity of the teacher-student bond by making it something dirty and sexual?” Miss Frazer asked. She put her fingers on the first button, undoing it. “Ah, Cody. Debts owed must be paid. Or they will nag and fester.” A second button, exposing a line of creamy skin. “You’re not going to get off so easily.”

He stared at the growing expanse of female flesh. “What?” he croaked.

“You’re not going to get off easily,” she explained. “Because it’s going to be your job to get me off as many times as you can between now and when my son comes home. You’ve got maybe two hours.”

“You mean…”

Her dress was completely undone, hanging loose from her neck to her trim thighs. He could see the inner curves of her breasts, her flat belly. Her loins were clad only in pair of wispy silk panties.

“I’ll put it in small words. What I want, Cody, is for you to screw me until I can't walk straight.”

And then she grabbed him by the back of the head, pulled his head down, and kissed him with sudden, savage hunger.

Jesus Christ!

Cody had been kissed before. By Becky, of course. And by a couple of girls before that. He had been laid for the first time when he was sixteen, shortly after Jacksonville High had beaten Quincy for the first time in like a decade. He had thrown four touchdowns in a second half comeback that had led to a ninety-second spot as ‘Male Athlete of the Week’ on one of the Springfield TV stations.

But no one had ever kissed him the way Bailey did. Her nails dug into his scalp and she moaned into his mouth as she pried his lips open with her tongue. And once inside, she plundered him, her tongue sliding along his teeth. When he didn’t respond to her quickly enough, she nipped his lower lip hard, the sharp spike of pain demanding his attention.

Cody growled under his breath and answered her wordless challenge. With one hand he pulled her close, his fingers digging into the skin of Bailey’s rear through her dress. With the other, he slid his fingers up her side until he was cupping the firm mound of her breast. They kissed, mouths and tongue battling until they were both gasping for breath.

“Good,” Bailey said when they paused. “You’re good. Now listen to me, Cody.”

He raised his eyebrows, though his fingers kept exploring the lovely, undiscovered country of her body.

“If I tell you to do something, I don’t want to hear you asking me if I am sure. It's been a long time for me. I want a man. And I want you. Sometimes I might want it soft and sweet. But that time is not now. Do you understand me?”