Teachers special project(closed for Uggg)

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"You are incredibly gorgeous and so inviting. You made the absolutely perfect choice in what to wear tonight, my love."

Patrick stood by the bed and tossed his robe toward a chair, wearing only his new silk boxers which did little to confine the aroused cock. Already hard from anticipation, her entrance from the bathroom into his bedroom just brought him into full erection.

Her nipples were already hard and visible thru her sheer black nightie, his first hint that she was ready for him and their night ahead.

He still wasn't sure just how far their they would go tonight . . . honestly he was not concerned about it. He just wanted them to have a night to remember.

Cavelle had committed to give in to whatever desires he had for her in his bedroom; still he wanted to be sensitive to her inexperience . . . and help her understand and enjoy the pleasure of love-making, and sometimes, just hard and fast fucking.

As he stood in his boxers, she stepped into his arms, her arms around his neck; the kiss that she initiated was full of passion and desire. He ran his hands up and down her back, then down over her hips and pulled her close to him, letting her feeling his hardness trapped between their bodies.

Leading her to the side of the bed, he watched as she lay down and with her eyes, begged him to join her. The soft music from his system was now playing in the bedroom; only one small light was on. Tonight, no lights were necessary; they had already explored each other's body . . . tonight that exploring would go a little further.

As he lay beside her, leaning on his elbow, "I love you, Cavelle; I wish I could adequately tell you what you mean to me."

His hand caressed her thigh softly, feeling her legs open for him; his hand slipped gently over her pussy, still hiding behind her new thong. Up under her sheer nightie until his hand found her breasts and teased her already hard nipples. "I think this means you are excited to see me?"

 

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Cavelle lay back on his bed, begging him to join her with her eyes. She didn't trust her self to speak. He understood and certainly didn't need to be asked twice. Before she lay down she had kissed him and during that embrace his arousal had been very obvious, pressed between their bodies hot and hard. Her own desire couldn't be any more aligned with his.

I love you, Cavelle ; I wish I could adequately tell you what you mean to me."

Her own heart couldn't be any more aligned with his but still she couldn't speak. If she opened her mouth she was afraid of what might come out. She knew from recent experience that soon he would have her begging and moaning and she wouldn't care but she hadn't reached that stage yet tonight. She wasn't past the point of not caring yet. He would have to get her back there before she could set aside her dignity and express the feelings that threatened to swamp her if she opened her mouth and gave them voice.

His hand caressed her thigh softly, and willing him to take her, touch her and posses her she parted her thighs offering him everything; his hand slipped gently over her pussy, taking what she had offered and sending an intense jolt of sensation up her spine to her brain. The tiny bit of g string didn't cover much down there and the contact felt so intense it almost broke her will. She bit her bottom lip and threw her head back, eyes closed.

His hand continued its quest up under her sheer nightie and she turned her head to the side to better see the expression on his face as she reopened her eyes and he claimed more of what was his. She was biting her lips to try and keep herself from moaning but as his fingers slipped under the ribbon and up over her right breast brushing her super sensitive nipple a whimper escaped. His other hand found the bow she had tied in the ribbon and pulled it undone allowing the hand inside more freedom.

"I think this means you are excited to see me?"

"uh huh....Ah...Mmmmf!"

She locked her lips again afraid that if she didn't she would not be able to stop.
After she answered he gave her right nipple a soft rub dragging all four fingers over it sideways then catching it and tugging lightly. Cavelle cried out at the suddenness of it and that was it, she was broken- their was no containing her voice after that.

He proceeded to make her moan, whimper and cry for some time with his lovely gentle hands and beautiful lips while she writhed there beside him on the bed.

"AHHHH.... Gods... Ah.Ah! AHH! hih huh huh ah ah aah AHHH! Patri..P.. Patrick Ahh! Please... Ah! Huh! Oh Gods more! ahahahaAHHHHH!"

She actually had tears in her eyes but they were tears of happiness. She lost track of what he was doing to her as well as how much time had passed and just rode the waves of pleasure in her chest, up her sides, across her belly and occasionally down between her thighs and even up her neck and across her shoulders.

He was pleasing her with his hands mostly, both inside her nightie and outside it, Running his hands all over her, where ever he wanted to he touched and she rode the pleasure of it. His lips were on hers as well and on her neck, on her ears, in her hair and on her shoulders but he never put his hands in her panties, not yet. She knew if he didn't soon she would beg him too but his attentions were actually slowing.

His kisses were becoming more gentle and her breathing was coming back under control. She had closed her eyes but she opened them now and took stock of the situation. He had both of her hands clasped in one of his hands up above her head, she vaguely remembered that happening. Some of his touches had tickled. His other hand was running little ticklish circles now on her belly, below the belly button and above her g string just brushing the top of her pubic hair where it overflowed the top of the tiny moist patch of fabric.

To her utter embarrassment Cavelle could smell her own arousal. It was an unmistakable odor and she felt herself blush as she recognized it but he was smiling down at her watching expressions on her face closely and she couldn't focus on the negative for long not with those eyes owning her so thoroughly.

"I'm sorry If I smell love...that was wonderful. I like how your holding my hands. It makes me feel like I've been captured by a sexy cave man. My sexy cave man! I like being captured by you my sexy cave professor."

She winked and leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose but flopped down again after. She really was quite helpless with her hands held like that. It made her feel very submissive. It made him feel very powerful. She wanted more kisses but with this feeling of delicious submissiveness she felt she should ask, it just felt right.

"Could I please have some kisses on my belly my love? Where you are touching me with your fingers? I think I would like that."

His fingers were still just stroking little circles on her skin but the repetitiveness of it had brought goosebumps to her flesh and a strange sensitivity. It was getting to the point that each time his fingers brushed the top of her g string a little gasp escaped her lips. She found she had started to slide her thighs against each other as sympathetic pleasure started building between her legs.

He had her on fire again. It wasn't the writhing wild pleasure she'd felt when he played with her breasts but a slower burning fiery sensitivity. This one could take her a lot further but it would take much longer... Gods she wanted those lips... kisses, maybe even some licks, some little nipples.

Her whimpering had begun again. He smiled. He was playing her body like a master musician would his instrument. Cavelle closed her eyes again and surrendered. He would do as he pleased and that suited her just fine.

 

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Whatever, my love . . . wherever you desire . . . but first we need to get this sexy nightie out of the way."

Grasping the hem of it in his hands, Patrick slid it up toward her neck as she arched her back, exposing her breasts topped with her hard nipples that just begged for attention. Cavelle wriggled her body so he could get it under her shoulders and then over her head.

In the past, she might have been tempted to cover her breasts in shyness, but not tonight; she had given herself totally to him . . . her body was now his to do with as he pleased.

On his hands and knees now, he looked down at her asking for kisses on her tummy; how could he refuse such a request.

A brief kiss on the lips, a swirl of the tongue around each nipple, Patrick began trailing kisses down her abdomen toward her belly; would be he able to contain himself.

She started to apologize for the scent of her arousal; he placed a finger on her lips, "You have no idea what that scent does to a man, do you, my love?"

Reaching her belly with his lips, he kissed her softly in small circles; he slid one hand down toward the top of her G-string, brushing the material frequently, finally sliding a finger just under the soft pubic hair showing above the garment, each touch answered by a gasp from his love.

He started kissing a bit lower on her belly, his lips getting closer and closer to her G-string; Patrick had always enjoyed giving oral pleasure to his female partners, even more than receiving a blow-job, but how would Cavelle, a virgin and a novice to sexual pleasure, respond.

As his kisses continued downward, he hooked his thumbs in the band of her G-string and started sliding it over her hips, waiting to see if she would lift her hips, "Tell me when to stop, love."

 

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Cavelle helped him wriggle her out of her nightie loving the fact that he could see her lithe body move so easily through the fabric. It amazed her how quickly she had become accustomed to and even come to love the feel of his eyes exploring her intimately. More and more as they played she was simply watching his face enjoying the expressions of pleasure she saw there as he delighted in her body and made her into his happy little playmate.

He'd let her hands go to remove the nightie so as he then began to kiss and lick his way down her torso she brought her hands down and ran her fingers through his hair. What a wonderful feeling that was and it was punctuated by the feelings his mouth was eliciting from her body. She closed her eyes and arched her breasts up hard against his lips as he kissed his way over them. Crying out as his tongue swirled briefly over her nipples, that was a sensation that had shot straight to the deep aching well of pleasure between her legs and anchored there.

It was very nice being in Patrick's apartment, not having to worry about anyone overhearing her. Cavelle was quickly discovering that she was a vocal lover. Something she would not have known about herself in the past. Always before when she had tried to pleasure herself she had reached a point beyond which she couldn't pass and she wondered now if that had simply been a case of not being able to let go and surrender.

Patrick's wonderful attentions were teaching her that at the moment that she let everything go and her voice rang out with unconstrained pleasure, that was when her physical feelings started to intensify. It was frightening to be so uninhibited, so out of control but it was okay because it was Patrick. It was okay because she was in his safe hands. He was in control

After the pleasure his hands had given she hadn't thought her breasts could feel any better but his clever tongue proved that wrong easily. She whimpered at how quickly the nipple sensations were over though, as he didn't stay there long, moving on to fulfill her request for belly kisses.

Her whimpers didn't stop after that as he nibbled at the soft concave curve where her bottom rib met her belly. Her back was still arched and her belly muscles were stretched out taught, her skin super sensitive, she could feel the stubble of his top lip scraping her skin and it was almost unbearably scratchy and equally as nice.

Finally his kisses reached her abdomen, where she had been craving them and she wished now that she had not asked but simply let him do his own thing because while it felt glorious it wasn't as intense as the feel of his tongue on her breasts and despite his soft reassurance she was still feeling uncomfortable with the fact that she could clearly smell herself and he was so much nearer the source of the smell down there.

She felt his fingers catch in the straps of her G string and she realized he was about to pull them off. She had said she was all his and she had no intention to stop him... but maybe he didn't realize how turned on she had become and the effect of that.

"Tell me when to stop, love."

She would not. She had made a promise and had strong resolve. But still...

"Patrick... I'm very wet down there now... will it be okay? Are you sure you want to take those off?"

She was worried for his bedding... and extremely shy about the smell... And if she was being honest with herself also a little afraid still, but only a little, just the tiniest bit. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to fulfill her.

 

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No need to answer that question! Patrick had every intention of removing her G-string panties and opening her entire body to him. She had so much to learn about intimacy, and Patrick was just aching to teach her one more thing . . . then one more thing . . . and one more.

His grip on her panties remained as he continued to pull them down; so little material to them that it didn't take much to slide the waist band under her hips and down over her thighs, leaving him the only person in the room with any clothing on and his cock was straining at the confinement of his boxers.

Once she was naked, he nibbled again at her belly, even a little bit below, inhaling deeply her scent; she would eventually learn that her scent, not the 'smell' as she viewed it, was one of total attraction to him.

His natural temptation was to bury his face between her thighs and push her to a first orgasm with his tongue, but for a virgin like Cavelle, with little experience, that might be too much.

Sliding back up beside her, "I think 'he' wants to come out and play with us. Do you want to help him?"

 

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Cavelle couldn't help the little quivers of excitement that passed through her as she felt that tiny little bit of fabric, all that stood between her and what ever he had in mind, slipping away. It was all happening so quickly... and so amazingly, sensuously, gloriously slowly.

The feeling of that little strap pulling free from between her buttocks and the air finally touching her most intimate flesh where it had been confined, moist, beneath that little triangle of black fabric had her trembling.
She was naked for him. He crawled back up the bed and lay down beside her.

"I think 'he' wants to come out and play with us. Do you want to help him?"

His voice was quiet, deep, patient and loving. There was nothing she wanted more than what he was offering. Yes she wanted it out! She wanted to see it again, to touch it again. To have him naked again. To please him.

"Yes please Patrick, I want 'him' out."

When she had first heard Patrick refer to his cock as 'him' she had laughed and teased him about it... but it was no laughing mater now. She belonged to 'him' now. 'He' was coming out and she would do what ever 'He' wanted. The quivering and trembling from when he had pulled down her tiny little g string panties was not over, if anything it was getting stronger as Cavelle's desire conquered her.

 

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"You can take him out; pretty sure he wants to feel your touch."

As he rolled onto his back beside her, he watched as she knelt beside him on the bed and, with both hands, started removing his silk boxers, his cock springing free from the confinement. Yeah, she had seen it before, had give him a hand job that ended with a pool of cum on his belly while she stroked him, but still, a gasp from her when his hard cock was revealed in the low light of the bedroom.

He wasn't sure what to expect from her, but was definitely going to give her some time to explore his body.

He head a couple of ideas himself about tonight, not necessarily ending in a full penetration, but however it went, an orgasm . . . or two . . . was definitely happening before the night was over.

A gasp from Patrick as she slid his boxers down and slid her fingers back up his thighs toward his cock. "Don't stop now, love."

 

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Cavelle trailed her finger up his thigh. Teasing him and enjoying it. His hard cock lay there against his belly, large and a little scary but she couldn't stop her eyes from drifting to it. It was lovely to have him laid out beside her all naked like this. Sitting up she had a nice view and she was drinking it in. Drinking in the intoxicating site of him.

Softly and maybe just a little uncertainly she cupped his testicles in her right hand and played with them a little the way she remembered him enjoying when she had stroked him to orgasm two nights before.

She leaned down and kissed a little trail of kisses up over his chest wondering if it felt nice for him the way it did for her when he had done that. The noises of appreciation he made seemed to come more from what she was doing with her hand on his testicles than what she did with her mouth on his chest.

She wasn't sure what she should be doing but he'd shown her how to stroke him so as she kissed him on the lips she took hold of his shaft gently and began to stroke.
Her words the quietest whisper as she ended the kiss.

"Is this what you want love? Should I give you a hand job?"

Again she was struck by the frightening size of the real thing in her hand. Despite the reassurances that both Patrick and Teresa had given her she still wondered how on earth they would ever get it inside her. She tried to imaging how far it would go up inside her and felt a little tremble of trepidation at the idea especially when she thought of how much her body would have to be opened for it to get in her like that.

But Patrick had said it would be okay. So she would let him try.

 

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Looking into her eyes, he could almost read the trembling going on in her body. "Sweetheart, I think you will find that my nipples are probably as sensitive as yours are . . . especially to your fingers and your lips."

As she continued to stroke his shaft and caress his balls, her lips move to his chest and cautiously toward his nipples. Once she started kissing and swirling her tongue as he did ho her, she felt them harden against her tongue and she 'treated' them with a little more enthusiasm . . . finding another area of his body that responded to her.

Reaching up and pulling her back down to the bed, Patrick rolled onto his side and looked at her, "I know this is a silly question, but do you trust me, love?"

The look in her eyes, basically, "What the hell kind of a question is that?", was all he needed to see.

"I know that we have agreed that I will not enter you without wearing a condom, and I fully intend to honor that promise. I would like you to feel something first. I would like to kneel between your open thighs and just rub the head of my cock against your wet pussy so that you can feel my hard cock head against your clit."

"I promise that I will not attempt to do anything else, unless you are ready and aske me to, and then, only after I have gotten a condom out of the nightstand and have shown you how to properly put it on my cock."

 

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Cavelle felt her body thrill to his words. Butterflys. Shivers. The idea of him... between her thighs, of 'Him,' lined up with her body, touching, pressing, rubbing, frightening, thrilling. So frightening she couldn't speak but she had promised. She was too frightened to answer but she rolled back onto her back and nervously parted her legs for him, for 'him,' as she had done two nights earlier for his hands.

Then she had done it in the heat of passion. This time she was nervous so it was not the same. She lay there and felt her hands pull in, crossing over her chest in a nervous gesture of defense and yet despite her growing tension the surrender, the feeling of giving her self to him, was as exquisite as ever. This was where she was meant to be.

She forced her self to keep her legs apart as he moved between them, resisting the almost overwhelming pull to have her thighs locked together. She could see him watching her and tried to smile reassurance but it was hard... she was just so frightened. She had never felt this vulnerable before in her life.

 

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Watching her eyes, she was frightened . . . Patrick knew he was pushing her . . . in a way, Cavelle needed to be pushed. Yes, she loved him . . . and yes, she had committed herself completely to him. But this was a step that could not be taken back . . . and was the final step before a total coming together of the two of them physically.

As he knelt between her open thighs, he ran his fingers up and down her thighs, feeling how tight her muscles were . . . "It's ok, love . . . it is going to be ok. Try to relax and enjoy the feeling."

His cock in his hand, he thrust forward, pressing the head between her two lips, feeling the softness, the wetness, and the warmth. Stopping at just the touch, he gave her time to take a deep breath and process her feelings.

"Just a bit more, baby . . . just enough to rub against your clit . . . "

He pressed forward, ever so slightly, penetrating her labial lips barely a half inch; he knew from the other night that her clit would be just inside her moist opening . . . another slight thrust and he could feel the hard little nub . . . and here body jerked in response to the touch, much the same as when his fingers stroked her to a climax.

He held his body right where he was . . . keeping his promise to only enter enough for here to feel the sensation of a hard cock on her clit . . . and the range of emotions she would derive from that intimate contact.

"Enough for now, love?"

 

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"It's ok, love . . . it is going to be ok. Try to relax and enjoy the feeling."

Cavelle knew it was going to be okay, that he would make it okay but it was hard to relax, the sight of him there, the size of it. She wanted to relax for him, she was trying to, taking deep breaths... but honestly it was all she could do not to start crying right then. She was very afraid.

His fingers traced lightly down her thighs and she tried to focus on the now familiar, pleasant feel of his hands on her legs. If he'd kept going it might have helped her relax but he stopped that and took hold of his cock pressing it ever so lightly against her labia. Cavelle squeezed her eyes shut and let out a little gasp. He was moving it slightly wiggling it between her outer lips. Her juices were smeared on its tip now and it slid in a little, not into her but just in between her lips.

"Ah!"

She couldn't help it- it did feel nice... very nice actually. She had her eyes closed tight. her hands were still crossed over her chest and in an effort to force herself to relax she uncrossed them and spread them wide taking hold of his duvet so she wouldn't be able to pull them back in unconsciously.

"Just a bit more, baby . . . just enough to rub against your clit . . . "

"Ah...Ahhh...Mmff!"

She bit down on her lip and opened her eyes wide in surprise. Her body rocked just a little in response to a sudden wave of pleasure.

He'd pressed forward, ever so slightly, penetrating her labia lips barely a half inch but then using his hand to drag his cock head upwards away from her moist opening and bumped it softly against her achingly hard clit above.

"Oh!...O...Ahhh!"

Another slight thrust and she could feel his hard yet somehow also soft, slippery head pressing against her little nub where it lay swelling out from beneath her clitoral hood. Her body moved again as if of its own accord, jerked this time, in response to the touch. Her passion was building and that was, or so she knew now, the key to getting past her fears. Yes if he just kept this up she would soon be a melted little mess of sex under him once again. That's what she needed.

"Enough for now, love?"

"More! Ahh... More love! Pleease?"

 

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Patrick was fighting to keep control of himself; his natural instinct was to take her virginity in one swift thrust . . . get past the pain for her of breaking thru the hymen and following that with the pleasure of her first orgasm from a cock and feeling the pulsing of his cock deep in her vagina.

However, his brain kept bringing him back to his promise to her . . . damn condoms.

He pulled back from her and reached over to the night stand, opened the drawer and retrieved the foil wrapper. Showing her how to unwrap and unroll the condom on his dick would have to come later . . . not a 'teaching moment' right now!!

Unrolling the condom down his shaft took just a few seconds . . . her eyes on him the entire time . . . begging for the pleasure she had enjoyed for the brief time he had teased her clit with his cock . . .

Once more kneeling between her thighs, he caressed her open lips with his thumbs, gave her hard clit a gentle rub with a thumb, then guided his hard shaft back to the virginal opening . . . probably the hardest he had been in quite some time.

Thrusting forward slowly, he focused on her eyes as he slowly took her . . "Cavelle, my love . . . this feels so right, so incredible . . ."

He was very deliberate in entering her, easing her fears of just how she was going to accommodate him; and watching the expression on her face as she took in the pleasure of love-making and realizing that this was indeed possible.

And then . . . the hymen. He felt the resistance, as did Cavelle. Her eyes registered the 'shock' of him stopping his penetration. How could he ease her pain? How could he help her get past this moment?

"It's female anatomy, love. I know this will be painful, but just for a moment. Trust me, love, once you feel me completely inside, and me are making love . ." his voice trailed off . . .

Not waiting for anything else to register with her, he swiftly thrust forward and broke thru the last barrier to their intimacy and complete giving of themselves to each other.

He heard her sharp cry at the moment of tearing; once he had broken thru and taken her completely, he lay over her, his chest on hers, "I love you, Cavelle, you have my heart forever."

 

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"More! Ahh... More love! Please?"

Cavelle could see the look of surprised pleasure that crossed his face and that was deeply satisfying. She knew what she had just offered him. Gods, it had been a big thing but in the end she just wanted to get it done, to get past it, past that moment she was so afraid of. She was sick of the fear. She was ready for reality to catch up with her heart. Still her hands bunched into nervous fists full of duvet as he grabbed a condom from his draw and put it on.

This was happening very quickly...
No... this was happening now!

Oh gods... this is happening!
It’s going to be now!
It’s going to happen now!
Oh gods! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”

She was having trouble wrapping her mind around it. The inevitability, the unstoppable inertia of the moment. He was lowering himself down between her legs. Lowering ‘him’ down towards her. Touching her.

“Ahh!”

His thumbs, so rough but so glorious at the same time... she would have to spend some time with him soon showing him how she liked to be touched. The way he touched her was extremely intense and that was nice but gods was it hard to take. Her little love nub needed very gentle treatment.

She was bare, open, vulnerable, ready, afraid...
He was lining himself up with her...

So afraid, she couldn’t help it, tears started leaking from the corner of her eyes. They were tears of combined fear and happiness, she wanted this so much, had wanted it for so long and now it was happening- she was full of joy but Gods above was the moment of it actually happening intense. She knew instinctively that the angle wasn’t quite right as he lined himself up with her entrance and started to push fruitlessly. His large head was pressing steadily against her outer lips but she needed to tilt hers up a little for him.

She did so now, taking the plunge and loving the feel of her inner thighs sliding up the outside of his. Gods that was nice but the moment the alignment came right his pressure paid off for him and suddenly, alarmingly, his head slid easily between her moist outer lips and in, not far but far enough. Far enough to open her in way she hadn’t been opened before.

“Gruh! Ahh..Patrick!”

That was more startled fright than pleasure but it did feel nice. A little nice at this stage but with the promise of a lot more. It didn’t hurt, not yet.

He hadn’t stopped the gentle pressure and the head of his cock was ever so slowly sliding in driving apart the super soft virgin walls of Cavelle’s tightest most intimate places one millimetre at a time she felt herself being opened filled stretched.

"Cavelle, my love . . . this feels so right, so incredible . . ."

So fucking incredible! Yes gods the feel... the feel of fullness of openness and it was going in deeper and deeper yet.

“God’s love yes! ...Mmmf! ... oh! ... More! More Patrick!”

The tears had stopped, for the moment the sensation was overruling the fear. Thank god for that. Her hands were still bunched in the duvet but for a different reason now. She felt her arms and her torso begin to undulate, moving her hips, helping him ease in as her seeping juices lubricated him further and further down his silky smooth latex clad shaft.

His whole head was in now and his little nudging motions, each one a new bomb fire of pleasure in Cavelle’s gloriously opening body, had brought him up against what she knew must be her hymen. That awareness brought the fear back. This was really it.

She felt her eyes open wide in a moment of panic. Her eyes revealed her fright to him and he stopped his penetration, bringing a groan to her lips. She had been loving it, the slow opening. Now she had a moment of just feeling him there inside, still and large, she felt her own muscles convulsing around him trying, to no avail, to close something that had never been opened before and now was, each failed attempt stoking the fire that was building deeper in and she was beginning to get an idea of what pleasure was to follow as she realized that once he had pushed through, once he had broken her hymen and pushed past he would be driving his wonderful cock right into that fire. Right into the place where all her pleasures grew.

"It's female anatomy, love. I know this will be painful, but just for a moment. Trust me, love, once you feel me completely inside, and we are making love . ."

Yes! She understood now! Her eyes said it to him and he thrust. One hard thrust not the gentle pressure he had used till now. His hips bucked. Fuck!

“AEIIAAAAHHHHH! ARHHH! Ahahhh!”

She felt her cry turn first a little shrill and then into a sob as the tears seeping from her eyes felt hot trailing down her temples towards her ears but not nearly as hot as the sharp burn inside... gods that burn... gods!

Fuck fuck fuck! It’s done! He’s done it!

Yes there was pain. And yes there were tears... but as the sharp pain subsided they were more tears of relief. Stupid tears! Cavelle pulled one hand in and wiped her eyes quickly. He’d seen them but she was smiling a huge smile. He’d seen that too.

“Are you okay love”

“Yes love! Just hold still a moment please. I love you so much.”

He complied laying himself down gently on top of her but being careful to hold his cock very still where it was buried deep inside her. So deep... and Cavelle could feel a growing pleasure from that as the pain receded more and more. By far the greatest pleasure though came from his tenderness. From the tenderness of this moment. Her first moment of real womanhood.

"I love you, Cavelle, you have my heart forever."

“Yes love, you are my everything.”

His lovely naked body was laid on hers, it made it a little hard to breathe but that was kind of nice too.

She moved her legs a little, feeling again the lovely sliding of his skin against the inside of her thighs where his hips lay between them but now also feeling him inside her. There was a little burning pain still but not much and now that it was faded she could feel that he’d pushed maybe the same distance past where he had been.

His penis was thicker further down and she felt quite a delightful sensation where the thick shaft was holding her lips stretched and parted. She felt them pulling against his unforgiving rigidity as her legs moved. A little glorious pleasure, but a smaller one when compared to what happened inside.
Inside his head moved against her inner walls as she moved her legs up and down.

Gods! .. Gods! .. Oh god!

“Ahh... Oh gods Patrick!”

She had begun moving her legs up and down rythmically while he still lay still for her, feeling that head press again and again against her inner wall as her hips rocked just ever so slightly.

“Oh gods Patrick!”

It had begun! Her inner fire was burning brighter and 'he' was so close to it. Cavelle felt her body start to undulate with the movement of her hips and now Patrick was joining in as well just pressing in the smallest of thrusts but with each he was moving a little furthe

 

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Patrick collapsed on top of her . . . his elbows keeping most of his weight off of her . . . both of them wrapped in the afterglow of two explosive orgasms erupting almost in unison.

After a few moments of him lying on top of Cavelle, Patrick rolled over onto his back and pulled her over on top of him, somehow his cock stayed inside, although he could feel his erection facing and he would soon drop out of her.

With Cavelle now on his chest, their kisses continued, along with plenty of whispers of love for each other.

Tickling her side a bit, "Guess we both got kind of loud, didn't we?"

Looking into her eyes, "Sweetie, I need to go into the bathroom for a few minutes and get rid of this condom before it falls off and makes a mess. You can get in there and clean up if you need to."

One of those awkward moments, but, when you use a condom, you got to get rid of it before you lose it.

Crawling back into this bed while Cavelle took her turn, his mind going back over the events of the night. Did this really happen?

Once she was back in the bed, curled up next to him under the sheet and covers, the kissing continued, "Is Teresa expecting you home tonight? Or, do I just need to take you home early in the morning to shower and change, then come back here and get ready myself and pick you up on the way?"

Patrick was tempted to ask her how she was feeling about tonight; he pad a pretty good idea, and knew that when she was ready, the words would come out.

Running a finger across her forehead, down her cheek and under her chin. "Love, I need you to teach me how you like to be touched and caressed when we are just snuggling. I have pretty well figured out how to touch and stimulate your body when we are being more intense and passionate; but I need to know how to be gentle and do what you like to have done to you. Can you help me with that?"

Before any answers came, their lips found each other for one more passionate kiss, still coming down from the high of their mutual orgasm.

 

[Uggg]

Patrick was semi reclined against his head board with a pillow behind his back and his legs sprawled out before him and looking for all world like he was happy. That gave Cavelle a deep warm feeling of satisfaction. She'd done that for him, it had worked... and gods had it worked for her too! She was tucked in beside him a little lower down, snuggled up under his arm with one hand tucked in warm between his back and the pillow and the other across his lovely broad chest. Her face was resting softly against the side of his chest and she could hear his heart, slow steady and wonderful.

She lay there naked, a little curled in on her self, curled around the warm slow burn inside her. It was an ache now, but the nicest ache she had ever felt. It was the ache of being Patrick's woman. She was naked but she felt like she wore armor. Her heart and her soul protected now by the fact that she belonged to this man. Her gentle protector, her wise older lover, her mentor, her sweet heart, her love, her everything. They had whispered many romantic words to each other, each striving with such imperfect tools to express something they both felt perfect. Each failing inevitably to find words profound enough and yet each also still somehow managing to communicate perfectly.

They exchanged a few more mundane words too, Cavelle assured him that Teresa would not be concerned if she didn't come home till the morning and that as a mater of fact, Cavelle had no intention of going anywhere until she had to. She was where she was meant to be.

He assured her that the little pinkish red stain on his duvet was nothing to worry over... he'd found her fretting over it when he came back from the bathroom. There had been blood, not a lot but some... some on his duvet and some on the toilet paper she used to wipe herself with in the bathroom when it was her turn. That was normal, she new that. She was not afraid.

She had nothing to be afraid of anymore. It was done. That wondrous idea was still blossoming, bubbling up from deep within each time her mind drifted. With her head against his chest his voice was a wonderful deep vibration over the ever steady beat of his heart.

"Love, I need you to teach me how you like to be touched and caressed when we are just snuggling. I have pretty well figured out how to touch and stimulate your body when we are being more intense and passionate; but I need to know how to be gentle and do what you like to have done to you. Can you help me with that?"

He was so perceptive... She loved that about him... She would never be able to lie to him, not that she would ever want to.

"Mmmmm... love, your hands are wonderful, I love your touches. I trust you and you have my permission to touch me however you want whenever you want. When you touch my breasts its perfect. In fact when you kiss them its better than perfect. Your touches are firmer than mine and I love it. Your hands on my legs own me. Your hand on the back of my neck makes me feel little and owned and protected. Your hands on my body set my desires on fire... its all perfect love... buuuut maybe you could be just a little gentler with my..."

She blushed despite herself, now where had that come from, surely the shy girl was gone... Cavelle guessed she would never be rid of the shy girl completely. She was shy, it was just part of her character.

"My... you know... 'her,'well then sweets I think I would like it if you could be a little gentler. She likes it feather soft love, she likes it so gentle its hardly a touch."

She borrowed his way of speaking about it, trying it on for size and liking it.

"I'd show you how she likes to be touched love but she's a little sore just now. She's just had a bit of work out."

She giggled a little and felt his lovely big chest shake warmly and rumble deeply along with her. It made her feel like a bear cub snuggled up with a great big teddy bear. It felt very nice indeed to belong to this love teddy.

 

[garajd]

"Yes, she has, and I got the feeling that she enjoyed every bit of it."

He heard that shy giggle when he said that she enjoyed. His arm wrapped around her as the final barrier in their relationship had been broken, her soft body snuggle against him in his apartment, in his bed.

He was amazed at how quickly they had gotten to this point . . . from the shy student who walked into his office . . . to this lovely young lady who had given her heart and her body completely to him, to do with as he pleased.

As they cuddled together, "I do have one request."

Feeling her head lift from his chest as she looked up at him, "I would like you to go to the University Health Services tomorrow and ask them for birth control pills. Trust me, you will not be the first young lady to request that; it is part of the student health plan."

As he continued, his hand found her breast and caressed it gently, "Tonight was incredible, and nothing will ever replace the thoughts in my mind of making love to you the first time. However, once the pills are effective and I don't need to use a condom, the feeling of a bare cock in your pussy is even better."

He could almost feel the blush that was undoubtedly creeping up her cheeks right now. His hand trailed down her side and cupped her butt, pulling her closer to him, her soft pubic hair tickling his hip.

Getting out of bed and turning off the lamp on the dresser, he came back to bed after setting the alarm. "Good night, love. Although, I won't promise not to wake you up in the middle of the night."

 

[Uggg]

Happily exhausted Cavelle drifted off to sleep there, tucked under his arm, her body curled around his. Her last thoughts before the warmth of slumber claimed her were of his instructions to see a nurse and begin taking contraceptive pills. She would do that first opportunity she got, He wanted it and so she would do it for him, she would do anything he wanted, she would do everything she could to be as perfect for him as he was for her.

The idea of his sticky white sperm inside her body was a little gross, she felt fairly ambiguous about the stuff still and yet at the same time it was a little arousing. It was his seed and she was his woman, it was right that he should fill her with it, mark her, leave a little part of his essence in her. She didn't want to get pregnant but the contraceptives would take care of that. Yes, she could learn to love his cum, already the idea was stimulating a naughty thrill within and she drifted off into dreams of strange sexy fluids slipping and sliding into her vulnerable body.

Cavelle's dreams were very sexy that night. She didn't sleep deeply and somehow throughout the night she was aware of that firm warm male presence next to her. She rolled several times and as they had the last time they spent the night together, they ended up with her her curled up and him wrapped around her from behind, spooning. Finally enclosed, protected, loved and held Cavelle's sleep got deeper.

She didn't know what time it was when her mind became aware of a slowly growing fire between her legs and in her breasts. Her eyes drifted open sleepily, she'd woken herself with a moan of pleasure that escaped her lips even as she slept, but she could see nothing, the room was pitch black.

It didn't take long for her to understand what was happening despite the fact that she was not properly awake. His fingers tugged gently once again at her nipples and she moaned a little loader. How long had this been going on for? How long had he been gradually teasing her to arousal in her sleep?

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"

Another long exclamation of pleasure as she realized it wasn't just her breasts. 'He' was hard, rock hard! Somehow while she slept Patrick had slipped him between Cavelle's thighs and now he was nudging softly and the top off his head was pressed firmly up against 'her'. Not into her opening but up and down between the delicate folds of her labia, and across her hardening clitoris.

"AHHH...ahahhhh!"

Cavelle was already dripping wet down there.

"P... Patrick? ... Mmmff!"

"Easy baby! Easy... it's okay I've got you."

His lips were right by her ear. his whisper hot, intimate, aroused, arrousing.

"Ohhhh.... Patrick!"

"It's okay baby, I've got you love... Everything's okay."

She whimpered in delight as his strong fingers tugged at her nipples again. His little thrusts between her legs were all the more intense for the fact that her thighs were together... squeezing her most sensitive body parts down against the smooth slippery wet shaft that was so rigid against them.

"Love, I'm wearing a condom already... All you have to do is nod your head and we can take this further?"

"MmmmMMM...Please...huh..Ahhh. Please love!"

She loved that he was still asking permission to claim what was his... she loved him! She nodded her permission then gasped her surprise as instead of rolling her onto her back as she had expected she felt herself being pushed forward onto her belly as his weight shifted more on top of her from behind. She found herself face first in the pillow and reached up to take hold of the headboard so she could hold herself up just enough to breath. Meanwhile he had pulled her hips up a little and she found herself stretched out and arched up her breast rubbing gloriously against the soft bed fabric. Her bottom was presented to him like a treasure for the plundering... already he was moving into position... parting her thighs gently, positioning himself to enter her from behind!

Oh gods it's going to happen again! We are doing it again! ...and from behind!

"Oh gods Patrick! Put it in, baby please!"

This was no less exciting than the first time, Cavelle was fully awake now but the room was pitch black, this time there would be nothing to see, she would know nothing but the feel of him taking her and the sound of it as her wild cave professor claimed her once more, claimed her tight little pussy from behind for the first time. Cavelle's imagination was going wild as was her body and moments later it began.

"Oh..Oh...Oh fuc.. Ohfuck!"

 

[garajd]

Falling asleep, naked, with his girlfriend, also naked, backed up against him in bed . . . even in any of his prior relationships, they had always insisted in wearing something to sleep in, or going back to her own apartment. This was fucking incredible.

Quite easily, both drifted off to sleep, each with their own memories of tonight and their first intimate orgasm.

Not really aware of what was happening, Patrick's hand, wrapped around his love, was soon teasing her breasts and his fingers were gently rolling a nipple between his fingers; he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen and press against her naked butt, the one he found so gorgeous and desirable.

He didn't know how she might respond to his actions in the middle of the night; figuring, what the hell, might as well be prepared. He had slipped a condom under his pillow, already free from its foil wrapper.

Unrolling it down his cock, her turned back to her and with a little help from his hand, managed to slip his cock between her thighs and start thrusting back and forth, eventually spreading her labial lips and coming into contact with her clit, which responded as he expected . . . getting hard and causing her to squirm in her sleep . . .

It took only a few minutes before he heard, "Oh, gods, Patrick, put it in."

That was all he needed to hear; taking a chance, he pushed her over onto her stomach and crawled between her thighs, rubbing his condom-covered cock across her ass. Gripping her hips in his hands, he brought her to her knees, her face in the pillow, her tits pressed into the mattress, he slid his cock between her thighs and thrust into her dripping pussy . . . slowly, but firmly, until he was balls deep in his love!!

Her response was electric, "Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh fuck!"

She was on the edge of a second orgasm tonight; holding her hips tight against him, he thrust in and out, slowly between thrusts, then deep and grinding against her from behind.

Both were moaning loudly, Patrick doing everything in his control to peak at the same time as she did, finally releasing a blast of cum deep in her pussy, filling another condom with his seed. Just then, she screamed into the pillow as her orgasm shook her body until she collapsed on the bed.

 

[Uggg]

Thinking she had some idea, now, of what to expect was indeed a mistake. Who knew that something as simple as being turned up the other way and having the lights off could change an experience so much? Patricks prior attentions had left Cavelle very wet, both outside where he had been rubbing and within... where he soon would be.

The first sensation she experienced waiting there in the dark was a devilish tickling as her own juices trickled down over her throbbing clitoris and into her pubic hair. Wet outside and wet within. The second thing that surprised her came right on the back of her first little surprise leaving no time for her nervous giggle to excape. Instead she cried out in mixed pleasure and pain!

"Oh... Oh... Ohfuc...oh FUCK!"

Unlike when he had entered her with her laying on her back this time his alignment was perfect and with nothing to stop him, ever so slowly he slid all the way in.

Cavelle felt her flesh part for him and it felt utterly astounding but it was not without pain especially as his head plowed past the damaged place within where her hymen had been. She guessed it would take a few days at least for whatever healing was required there. That moment hurt almost as much as the initial tearing.

"GRUUH!"

His deep plunge had bottomed out and gods but Cavelle could swear he was in her deeper! Maybe it was the position but she felt so full, so open, so stretched, so good.

"Oh fuck Patrick! So good! So Deeeepahhh!"

He had one hand on her hip holding her still now with his cock buried deep inside and the other hand was sliding up her side as his cock began to move again. Already the pleasure was overwhelming the pain.

"Oh Patrick! So good!... Oh... OHAHHH!"

Sliding all the way down and out.

"AAAHHHH!... AH GODS... huh...huh... huh!"

Cavelle was panting and gasping and whimpering already and it had only been two thrusts. The first slow and deliberate the second hard and deep.

"Oh gods love so Deep! So Big!"

He was sliding out again. The angle was different than it had been when she was on her back, the head dragging when he withdrew and driving when he thrust up the front wall inside her causing a whole set of new sensations that were already ruling her.

He speed up a little but now he wasn't pulling out so far, burred inside thrusting and thrusting with shorter strokes Cavelle felt her body convulsing in sympathetic rhythm to his timing. Having the lights out made it easier to let go. Her inhibitions were even further reduced and she soon found her self bucking and crying out against him, not afraid of the noise, not afraid of how she looked, just wild in the heat of the moment.

As the pleasure built she lost all strength in her arms. Her face dropped down into the pillows as he rocked into her lithe squirming body. Mercilessly, in the dark perhaps unaware she had collapsed, his thrusts continued and so she lay there and took it as her face was pressed again and again deep into the pillow with him still deep inside her and moving.. thrusting... always thrusting. She moaned and gasped and cried her pleasure into the pillow. Soon her second climax of the night was approaching encouraged on somewhat by yet another new sensation, the feel of his balls banging her sensitive clit with each deep thrust.

"Huh..ah...Huh...Huh..Ahh..Ahhh..AHHHH!"

He slowed a little, perhaps sensing the change in her or perhaps just as his own moment approached, then she felt as he tensed and jerked three sharp hard deep thrusts before she felt that same odd pulsing that had signaled his orgasm earlier. She rode it out as he rode her but as the last convulsions slowly shook him her own would no longer be denied and she felt the muscles of her somewhat ravaged pussy lock down clamping hard on his still twitching manhood.

It came on slower this time and she didn't cry out her pleasure, she was too exhausted, but it was no less intense. Her knees slipped out from beneath her and her body collapsed to the bed as her face already had to the pillow. For a moment she was held up a little as he was held in side her by her clamped muscles but then he slipped free and the feel of it sliding all the way out so suddenly left her a quivering mess beneath him.

His lips were by her ear now his breath coming in pants and blowing her hair, she was surprised to feel the heat between them to realize they were both sweating. They lay like that for along time neither willing to end the intimacy of the moment in the hot close dark. But eventually he had to deal with the condom and exhausted, she was asleep before he returned.

 

[garajd]

Patrick had a hard time believing the way things had turned out tonight; he really couldn't wait until Cavelle was on the pill. Fucking with a condom was ok, but the idea of being bareback with her was all he could think of after their second orgasm tonight.

Her shyness was begin to fade; just to hear the words, "Oh fuck Patrick," from her mouth in the midst of their love making increased his arousal to new levels.

He felt the sudden jerk when he pushed past her hymen that had been ruptured earlier, obviously still a sensitive area; but, once he passed that area, Cavelle couldn't seem to get enough of his hard dick inside her.

She was, indeed, a very vocal lover, letting him know that he was pleasing her in ways that she had never imagined before. She seemed to sense the moment of his orgasm, and clamped her tight pussy muscles around his cock, draining every drop of seed into the condom, and then flooding down his shaft.

Her own orgasm, probably fueled by his, exploded just at the culmination of his and her scream into the pillow was still quite the thing to hear. Moments after hers, she collapsed on the bed and his spent cock slipped from her.

He held himself on his elbows as he lay on her back, nibbling at her neck and whispering in her ear, again telling her how much he loved her and how much he loved the way she had given herself to him.

He could feel her body relaxing under his; he got up from the bed, disposed of another condom full of sperm, washed up and crawled back in bed, finding her on her side, sleeping soundly. He kissed her softly on the shoulder and fell asleep behind her . . . knowing that the alarm was going to make itself known in just a few hours.

6:00, Patrick looked at the damn clock, and then at the naked body in bed with him, sleeping peacefully. Crawling out of bed, he stepped into the kitchen and started the coffee pot.

Coming back into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed, just enough movement to cause her to stir and smile up at him. "Good morning, love. I'm going to take my shower and get dressed. Coffee is brewing in the kitchen. After I'm dressed, we go to your place and I'll wait while you get ready and we can get to the university."

Leaning over and whispering in her ear, "You do like to fuck, don't you?"

 

[Uggg]

"Good morning, love. I'm going to take my shower and get dressed. Coffee is brewing in the kitchen. After I'm dressed, we go to your place and I'll wait while you get ready and we can get to the university."

She sat up as he was talking and winced at how sore she was between her legs, he didn't notice, leaning over and whispering in her ear,

"You do like to fuck, don't you?"

"Oh my god Patrick! What a naughty thing to say to a girl!"

She batted at his arm playfully and laughed. He was so deliciously naughty and so devilishly handsome standing there with nothing but the robe he'd worn into the kitchen wrapped around his naked body.

A flash back to the night before burned through her mind and she found herself suddenly a little breathless... Gods that body! The things that body had done... the things she had let that body do to her...

He didn't fail to notice the flush that came to her face or the little tremble that came to her hands, to her bottom lip. He was so perceptive. She didn't need to reach for him. His instincts told him what she needed. He reached out for her ready to give her the love and reassurance she needed. He had taken her virginity and now she was a woman but she was a woman feeling very vulnerable... needing love, not teasing.

She stood to step into the offered hug but found herself reeling suddenly as her legs tried to buckle under her... My gods did it hurt! Not just her poor pussy, which was definitely sore and aching inside, but her thighs too, those same muscles that the coach had abused so ruthlessly on Monday were now aching again from a much more intimate workout.

Strong arms caught her, a warm embrace held her safe and she knew it would be alright... though she may not be at peak game tomorrow for netball. His kiss soon stilled her trembling lips. He held her a long while not saying anything. There was a new unspoken unity between them.

"Patrick..."

"Mmmmm?"

That was little more than a rumble in his chest...

"I do..."

He chuckled when he realized that she was answering his question... If he could be a naughty man then she could be a naughty girl too. His naughty girl and so proud of it. Damn right she'd loved to be fucked, but only because it had been with him and as those flashbacks kept burning through her mind she realized she was going to be walking (or maybe limping) around with a blush all day, maybe longer.

 

[garajd]

"I would love to have you join me in the shower, but I am afraid that neither of us would get to campus in a timely manner."

As he released her from the hug and turned to head for the shower, Patrick ran his hands down Cavelle's back and cupped her tight butt, "Sweetheart, this is why I can't take you in the shower with me this morning. I can't get enough of this butt and your long legs."

Leaving her blushing in the middle of his bedroom, Patrick kept his growing dick hidden by his robe as he finally made it to the shower. After a few minutes, he emerged and found appropriate clothing for a professor . . . khaki slacks, button down shirt, and sweater.

He found the love of his life waiting at the kitchen table, dressed in what she had worn last night, with a coffee and a smile. Grabbing his brief case in one hand and Cavelle in the other, they headed out to his car.

Once they arrived at her place, Teresa's car still in the driveway, "Shall I come in, or should I wait out here in the car?" asking with a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

 

[Uggg]

"Shall I come in, or should I wait out here in the car?"

She could tell he was joking, there was humor in his tone.

"Oh come on don't be a cowardly lion! T's not going to eat you... Where's my big brave lion from last night?" She was laughing as he followed her up the drive.

Perceptive, Teresa of course knew as soon as she saw the flush in Cavelle's cheek and the sparkle in her eye. Cavelle was glad she'd brought Patrick in with her as she wasn't ready for that talk with T yet. They would talk about it, they talked about everything, but it was still too new and special. She wanted to keep the treasure all to herself for a little longer.

Teresa pulled her into a happy hug with just the slightest of questions in the arch of her eyebrow. Patrick was right there so the question was communicated with subtle stealth. Cavelle whispered one word very quietly and it was all T needed to know for now...

"Wonderful!"

Cavelle headed for her room and then the shower and she could hear Teresa teasing Patrick mercilessly in the kitchen as she made him a coffee. Silly girl! Still Patrick was a big boy, he could look after himself and despite the odd tension they sometimes had between them Cavelle thought they were gradually becoming friends, they just needed to work out their own dynamic. Teresa as best friend had always had Cavelle all to herself and now she needed to learn to share and Patrick just had to learn how to cope with T's mischief and how to claim what was his without giving T the feeling that she was being excluded.

It would all work out. Cavelle's spirits couldn't be shaken by anything this morning. showered and dressed and with training gear packed she rejoined them in the kitchen to claim her share of the coffee she could smell wafting through the house.

"So am I going to see you home tonight Sis?"

"Not sure yet T, maybe, depends on whether or not my cave professor here has plans for me I guess."

Patrick and T both laughed at that.

"But if you don't see me tonight do you want to meet us after my game tomorrow for lunch?"

"I don't want to be a third wheel?"

Patrick stepped in, he was so perfect...

"Teresa of course we would love to have lunch with you. I'm enjoying monopolizing your flatmates time at the moment but I don't want you to think I'm steeling her away. I'm not the kind of guy that interferes with my girlfriends friendships."

"I know you're not Patrick I just know how happy your making her right now and I thought you might want to spend the weekend with her without me in the way."

"Haha, We'd love to have you at lunch Teresa, I'm sure we can pry each other apart long enough for a meal."

Okay this was getting ridiculous! Cavelle stamped her foot!

"Ahem! If you guys have finished setting up a roster for me! Jeez I'm right here you know! Stop it! ... T, your meeting us for lunch tomorrow... Patrick, start the car, your taking me to uni, come on we are going to be late!"

They both looked at her startled for a moment then T burst out laughing and hugged Cavelle again before Patrick claimed her and escorted her to their awaiting chariot. Of course he opened the door for her. Sooo Perfect.

 

[garajd]

Of course, Patrick was going inside and wait for her; sure, Teresa had, in the past, been overprotective of her like a big sister, but his Cavelle had indeed made up her own mind about spending the night with him . .. and giving herself totally to him.

There was absolutely no doubt about their feelings for one another; this was definitely more that a physical attraction. Anyone who looked at the two of them together would wonder what 'those two have in common '.

Sure enough, as soon as they opened the door and went in, there was Teresa giving him the 'eye'; whatever Cavelle whispered in their hug must have given T all the info she needed. As Cavelle went down the hall to her room, she had Patrick in the kitchen, giving him the proverbial "3rd degree", stopping just short of asking, "Did you fuck my flat mate?"

Patrick probably would have looked straight in the eye, "Yes I did . . . twice . . . and, damn is she awesome!" Fortunately the conversation/teasing never got that far.

The conversation was turning to lunch after the game on Saturday when Cavelle came back into the room and she was the one that settled the plans for the weekend. Before leaving, Patrick turned to Teresa, "Of course, she will be home tonight; she needs a good night's sleep on her own bed tonight. We haven't talked about the weekend yet"

Patrick stepped over to Teresa, pulled her toward him and whispered in her ear, "I love her so much; but she will always need you in her life, too. I'm not taking her away from you." He gave T a light kiss on the cheek, turned and escorted Cavelle out to the car and off for the day.

Once they arrived at his usual parking place, a brief kiss before getting out of the car, "See you after class, love. We still have that paper work to complete for the Department chair."

As their paths separated . . . Patrick toward his office building, Cavelle toward her classroom building . . ."Love you, baby."