Free Schooled by Deena Bright Page A

just slip one hand in.”
    Briggs put his arm around me, slipping one hand into my robe, caressing my breast, and kneading the flesh. We both stared into the mirror, watching each other, admiring each other. The contrast of our skin tones was so erotic, so hot. I raised my arm up around his neck, turning to kiss his neck. His hand brushed my nipple, tugging on the bud. I whimpered. He chuckled, “I’m getting good at this.” I turned around, feigning anger and disappointment.
    I shook my head at him. “Tsk Tsk Tsk, You were always good up to this point Briggs.” I kissed his neck, letting my tongue trail down to his chest until he groaned with desire. “You know how to turn me on, turn any woman on; but, you have to be good throughout the entire game.” I said, winking at him. “This is just the first quarter baby.” That was just like me, teaching him in a way he’d understand. Referring it to football. Always the teacher. I opened my robe fully, exposing my body, grabbed his arms and put them around me. I kissed him, showing him how much I wanted him, wanted him to please me, wanted him to learn what made met wet.
    I backed out of his arms, and put my thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs. Damn, he should be modeling them. They fit him perfectly, snug in just the right spots, accentuating exactly what I wanted to see. I loved the black boxers on his black skin, it was so dark, so forbidden, so inviting. I pulled the waistband away from his body, freeing the tip of his penis to ease his underwear down past his hips. His stomach was rippled with muscle after muscle after muscle. I wanted to lick each ridge of his abdomen, but decided I wouldn’t allow myself.
    “I made a decision, young man,” I said as I flipped his underwear back up into place. Startled, he looked at me. “I think I owe it to all those young women you slept with, but didn’t bother to please. Those poor girls had to go home wet, horny, and frustrated. That just isn’t fair.” He scowled at me, shaking his head in disbelief.
    I smiled. “So, I figure, it’s only fair that for a while, I’m the only one who gets off.” I declared, rubbing my hand up and down his groin, feeling his hard penis. “You’ll get your turn, when I think you’re ready. But that day isn’t today Briggs Alexander.” I pouted, shaking my head. “Today, you’re gonna make me come, come with crazy pleasure and release, and go home as frustrated as those poor girls you fucked and forgot.” I scolded, while continuing to rub him through his shorts. “Do you agree to these terms?” I folded my arms across my naked breasts, watching his reaction. When I saw the agony on his face and the bulge and movement in his underwear, I slipped into the hot, steamy bubble bath. “And if you’re getting in, leave the boxers on, I wouldn’t want anything distracting me from my goal.” I picked up a handful of bubbles and blew them at him.
    Not wasting any time, Briggs got in and faced me, not knowing really what to do with himself. I moved closer to him, putting my legs up over his thighs, feeling his erection against my vagina. He was so hard, so large. Why was I denying myself that gorgeous rod? I rubbed myself on him, feeling him, ensuring that his boxers were making the right amount of friction on my clit. I leaned my head back; he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He moved his mouth from one breast, to the other, his other hand was on my ass, forcing me to move my hips harder on his shaft. I pulled his head from my chest, directing his lips to my mouth; I devoured his mouth. I loved the taste of him. He traced my lips with his tongue, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. This was new; this was nice. Still rubbing myself on him, I heard him groan. I shifted my weight away from him, standing in the tub. “Huh, seems like you might be enjoying his too much.” I sat on the corner of the tub, my legs primly crossed.
    “Fuck Janelle,” he sighed. “I’ve never