Free TheProfessor by Jon Bradbury

for a while longer.”
    I grinned. “And cool off?”
    “Yeah…”
    “Wasn’t that what we were trying to do in the first place?”
    Danielle laughed and gave me a hug, gently raking her nails across my back. “Just stay with me for a while. Hold me as long as you want, baby.”
    “Anything for my best student.”
    She giggled. Kissed me softly. As I picked her up off the ladder and carried her back in the water, she said, “Was that the best pussy you’ve ever had? And be honest.”
    “Yeah. Honestly.”
    Another sweet giggle, grinning a mile wide. “ Good !”
    “What about you? Was that the best dick you’ve ever had?”
    “Oh God , yes. The best. You sure came a lot.”
    “Yeah, sorry about that. I gave you a cream pie.”
    “I’ve always wanted a cream pie.” She sighed. “I feel like I could go to bed right now and sleep straight through the whole day until the next morning.”
    “So could I.”

    Chapter Eight
    Danielle
    I was lying in bed, still half-asleep, when someone opened my bedroom door. A female voice said, “Miss Danielle?”
    Cracking one eye open, I incoherently mumbled, “ Whaaa …”
    Naomi came into my bedroom and threw the drapes open, flooding the room with the pure morning sunshine of a new day. “Time to get up, Miss Danielle.”
    Covering my eyes with my arm, I blearily said, “What time is it?”
    “Quarter till nine. You must have slept pretty sound.”
    “I must have.” I covered my mouth to yawn.
    “You want me to run your shower, Miss Danielle?”
    “Yes, please, Naomi. And would you get me a towel, please?”
    “Are you in bed naked ?”
    “Yes, Naomi. It was too hot last night.”
    “I heard that.” She went into the bathroom and returned a minute later with a big white bath towel. “Here you go, Miss Danielle. I started your shower for you.”
    “Thank you, Naomi.”
    She left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I sat up in bed, stretched really wide and made a great big, “ Ooooohhh !”
    Then I made my way into the master bathroom. As I opened the shower stall and stepped under the water, I still couldn’t believe what I did last night. I still felt the afterglow. It was fresh and clear in my memory, but at the same time, it felt like it was all a dream.
    The touching. The kissing. The oral sex . In short, doing all those things that those other men didn’t do to me. And did I mention the fucking ? Oh God , the fucking . I had two orgasms just from that. Damn ! I was grinning like a fool. Glowing like a neon sign. I wasn’t too sure if this was just the afterglow from some good sex, or if it was real love.
    One thing that was, like, for sure, was that I really was pushing it by not using any birth control. I’m very good about using birth control but this time I spaced it. Besides, how was I supposed to know that Jeff was going to join me in the pool last night? Sure, I wanted it to happen. But I didn’t expect it to happen.
    I stepped into the shower. As I did so, I saw blood in the drain.
    Usually I hate to see my period start. Several days of cramps and bleeding, thanks to Miss Flow and The Cramp Man. But my big grin became relieved. At least I wasn’t pregnant. I can only imagine the uproar that would have caused. This would be a bad time to get pregnant. Very bad. As in disrupt the entire schedule for the next year bad. As I reached for the body wash, I was feeling of two minds about it just the same. I’m sure Jeff and I would have made a beautiful mixed-race baby together.
    The happy afterglow stayed with me as I took my shower and washed the chlorine from my skin and hair. Then I kept to my ritual as I removed what body hair there was from my armpits, legs and pussy. Just as I was turning off the water and stepping out, Naomi came back in, bearing a clear plastic squeeze bottle. “I have the baby oil ready.”
    I smiled at her. “Your timing is wonderful.”
    “Of course. You know I know