My History Teacher 8
“Kelly, I have to leave.” I insist as Kelly’s lips run over my neck and the bulge in her pants grinds against my ass. Kelly smiles against my skin and flicks her tongue teasingly over my earlobe. I whimper and close my eyes for some semblance of control. I was supposed to be leaving for my morning classes at Stanford right now which no one should miss. Especially if you’re trying to be an attorney. But Kelly had surprised me with a whole night of hot, hot loving and then this morning. Seems she’s not satiable these days. We had moved out here last year once I got into Stanford and she gave me a promise ring. She got a new job at the local high school and sold her parent’s house to buy our …