School Days
John P. Fault <jpfault@hotmail.com>

Copyright 2004, John P. Fault. Feel free to distribute, but please
leave the entire story intact, as-is, and not to any pay sites. It's
meant to be free for whomever wants to read it. This is a story
containing somewhat graphic sexual activity. If you're under age, then
you probably shouldn't read this. If you're a consenting adult then
read away. Remember, be responsible for your actions and yourself
because no one else will. I'm certainly not responsible for you, what
you think, or what you do, and I wouldn't want to be even if I could.
Ultimately, whatever comes around goes around, so play nice.

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Author's note: 

I hope you enjoy. As always, if you have feedback, please send it. My
email is up there at the top.

I have a couple of older stories that you might enjoy if you like this
one. They're at asstr.org ->

http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Pagefault/

Thanks - jpf 5/7/2004

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"Come out Virginia, don't let me wait.
  You Catholic girls start much too late.
  Sooner or later it comes down to fate.
  I might as well be the one."
  
  Billy Joel, "Only the Good Die Young"

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It was all innocent enough in the beginning. She was a student in the
class I was a teaching assistant for.  She wasn't in my discussion
section, but she showed up like clockwork to all of the study
sessions. Her fresh-faced innocence combined with a keen mind made me
notice her. It would have been completely inappropriate to pursue
anything with her while I was teaching a section of the class she was
in. Not that I didn't think about it, though.

That was the first of the many situations that conspired to keep me
from getting together with Sarah. I didn't know it then, but it
wouldn't be the last. I guess hindsight is everything. Looking back on
it, I probably would have done some things differently. What's done is
done, I guess.

My interactions with Sarah were innocent, though I found myself just
kind of hovering when she was around. I.m fairly positive that she
never noticed anything out of the ordinary. I should probably ask her
one of these days. Then again, it's trivial and silly and would
probably show just how insecure I really was then. 

I liked her energy, her enthusiasm, and her innocence and sense of
wonder. She hadn't yet been jaded by life at the university and the
politics and realities of our department. Each time the teaching
assistants did a study session I'd see her and admire her from afar.
When the time came to select people to be accepted in to the school,
it was no surprise that everyone voted in favor of her. 

Thus ended any sort of student/teacher relationship. We were now just
students together. Since I was a year and a half ahead of her, we
wouldn't have classes together, but the school was small enough that
we couldn't help but see each other fairly often. Life in school was
so busy, though, and we didn't have any classes together, so even
then, it just wasn't really happening.

Somehow, though, we slowly became friends. I don't know when and how
it happened exactly, but it did. I learned all about her in time. From
her close relationship to her father, to her great sense of humor, to
her love of music, and both her naivete and interest about sex. 

Of course, I couldn't let that interest go. I was, and still am
really, a horrible flirt. When we were together, it seemed almost
inevitable that we'd talk about sex. That was probably my doing since
sex was always on my mind, but if things were too much or too
personal, she'd steer it to something else. It was rare to see her mad
about it, if ever.

-=-

Our friendship really grew in time. It also never worked out that when
I was free that she was available. I never have figured how that kept
happening. Despite any underlying attraction, I felt protective of her
and just enjoyed seeing her happy.

Unfortunately, Sarah seemed destined for disaster. I really can't
remember now the number of really bad things that seemed to happen to
her. I clearly remember seeing her in the hospital at one point.
Another friend of hers was there, and though he was married, I
remember feeling incredibly jealous of how close they seemed and how
he could make her laugh. That should have been a big clue to me that I
needed to figure out how to get together with her. I guess I.m not
really astute in matters of the heart. Also, strangely enough, she
looked pretty darn good in one of those hospital gowns that no one
ever looks good in. I guess that's neither here nor there, though.

Another incident, perhaps one that really brought me a little closer
to understanding the relationship Sarah and I had came after I had
graduated. I was still living in the same town working for the
university. I got a phone call from Sarah asking if I could come pick
her up from a doctor.s complex on Pitt Road on the south side of town.
She said it was a long story and she'd explain it when I got there.

When I pulled up to the door, I saw her. She had casts on both of her
arms. I helped her get into the car. She'd had a wreck while biking to
class and had gone over the handlebars and broken both arms. I can't
think of many more miserable ways to spend a semester, even the
lighter summer schedules. 

We ended up spending a fair bit of time together while she recovered.
That was the summer she had her first apartment off of campus. At one
point, fairly soon after she had her casts off, we were in her bedroom
reading questions to each other from both The Book of Questions and
The Book of Sex Questions. She was sitting on the floor and I was
lying on my back on her bed. 

The questions kept getting more and more personal. At one point, just
talking to her about sex had me so hot that I had to roll over onto my
stomach so she wouldn't see that I had a raging hardon. I really
wanted to pull her up on to the bed and spoon with her, to feel the
warmth and firmness of her body next to mine. I wanted to pull her
around facing me, to run my hands down her back, and to feel our lips
meet, our tongues touch. I didn't know if she felt the same way so I
didn't do anything. 

I should have. I know that now. That was a rare time when I wasn't
with anyone and neither was she. I was afraid of damaging our
friendship. Perhaps it would have. Perhaps we'd have found something
in each other. The what-if game can be a real bitch.

-=-

Sarah graduated and moved out of town. It felt so odd to not have her
nearby. Even though we didn't see each other as much in the last year
before she left, she'd always been just a couple of miles away. Now,
she'd be a good 8 or 9 hours away going to grad school. I didn't know
it at the time, but she'd eventually be across the country from me.
Not that it would have been any consolation, but I think I would have
gone to visit her at school if I'd known then what I know now.

She came and visited once after she'd moved to the coast. At the time,
I'd been living with the girl I'd been seeing for several years. Sarah
and I stayed up long into the night talking and catching up. The next
morning, I found myself awake in bed fantasizing that she'd join me in
bed after my girlfriend left. I saw myself with my hands in her hair,
kissing her neck, pressing hard against her body. 

Just the thought of it had me hard as a rock. I liked the thought of
pulling her t-shirt over her head and then sliding her panties down
over her legs, leaving her exposed completely. Then I saw myself
pulling her to me, her body hot against mine, our legs intertwined as
our kissing got hotter and more insistent. I saw myself looking into
her eyes as I slid inside of her, feeling connected mentally as well
as physically. 

As I masturbated, I saw her on top of me, slowly sliding up and down
on my cock, her hands on my chest, mine on her hips. I couldn't wait
anymore and I came all over my hand, stomach, and chest. I cleaned
myself up and got out of bed. I peeked down the hallway to see her
door still shut. Considering that she was dating someone (even though
he was on another continent) and I was living with someone, the
fantasy wasn't going to be a reality. At least it wouldn't then.

-=-

A couple of months ago, everything seemed to fall apart. My
relationship just sort of melted away. The company I worked for was
being sold and no one knew if the new company was going to keep people
or lay them off. The band I'd been in broke up. All in all, everything
went to hell. I had a fair bit of money saved up and since the status
of the company was unknown, I decided it was time to use some of the
vacation I'd been saving up.

I gave Sarah a call and asked if I could come visit her. She seemed
surprised to hear from me, but she said yes. I flew out a few days
later and she met me at the airport. She looked absolutely incredible.
Her brown eyes sparkled as we saw each other and rushed to wrap
ourselves up in each others. arms. It just felt good to feel her
against me after so long, to smell her hair, to have her presence near
me.

We went back to her apartment, got some dinner, and then settled in to
catch up. As usual, we talked until late in the night. I crashed on
the couch and slept hard. I woke up the next morning and saw a note
from Sarah on the table. It said she had to be at work today, but she
left a spare key and her cell phone number in case I went out
somewhere. She also said she'd take the next day off of work so we
could spend more time together.

I spent most of the day just walking around the city, feeling the
wonder of a new place and new scenery wash over me. It was relaxing
and let me keep my mind off of the horrible state of things back home.
I got back to the apartment just before she did. 

I was hot and in need of a shower. She also decided she wanted one
before we went out. I let her go first since it was her place and
there was only the shower off of her bedroom. After she finished, I
took my turn. I was leaving the bathroom when I got a glimpse of her
completely naked. She was facing the full length mirror in her bedroom
and she had just dropped her towel to put on her bra and panties. I
think we were both completely embarrassed. I managed to stammer an
apology and went back to the studio she used as a guest room.

All through the night, though, the only thing I could think about was
seeing her naked. I tried to keep conversation going so it wouldn't be
awkward. All in all, it went pretty well. We managed to not talk about
it. We talked about going out to a club after dinner, but we were both
so tired, we opted just to go hang out at her place.

Again, we talked until late in the night. We talked about anything and
everything. We even reminisced about some of the nights we'd spent
together, though platonically, in college. It just felt good to laugh
with her. Eventually, though, the candles burnt low and we were both
exhausted. I was stretched out on the sofa with my feet in her lap.

She pushed my feet off of her and got up. I thought she was going to
bed, but instead she stretched out beside me on the sofa, using one of
my arms as a pillow. I wrapped my other arm around her and she made a
contented sound her in throat. We both drifted off to sleep like that.

I woke sometime later with her pressed up against me. I realized with
more than a little embarrassment that I was hard. I scooted myself
back just a little so she wouldn't wake to such a surprise. It was a
nice attempt, but she scooted back against me, pressing my hard dick
against her ass. She seemed to be grinding against me.

I sighed and just let the feelings wash over me. I slid my free hand
over her hip and traced the contour of her thigh. It was when I felt
her hand touching mine as my fingers danced over her belly that I knew
things were going to be different this time. She guided my hand along
the curve of one of her breasts and then back down her side.

Then she pulled away. I thought that maybe the sleep haze cleared and
she had decided to get up. Instead, she surprised me by turning
towards me, bringing us face to face. Our eyes met and I saw the same
desire in her eyes that I felt. We inched closer, our noses sliding
past each other, until our lips touched.

It was a tentative kiss, not the deep kiss I was expecting. We kissed
lightly for awhile. I felt her tongue touch my lips. I took that as a
cue and let my tongue meet hers. The kisses got deeper and longer, our
hands exploring each other slowly. My hand played up her spine and
into her hair as we kept kissing.

Things got hotter as we kept kissing. Finally, she pulled away and got
up. I thought that was it until she grabbed my hand. She led me off to
her bedroom. When we got into the room, she pressed up against me and
we kissed some more. I let me hands roam over her ass and pulled her
against me. By this time, I was rock hard and really hot and bothered.

She backed away again. She pulled her shirt over her head and then
pulled my shirt off of me. We moved over to the bed and started
kissing again. I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way down her
neck and up to her ears, letting my tongue trace her earlobe.

I worked my way back down to her collarbone and then to her chest. I
outlined the gentle swell of her breast on the edge of her bra cup
using my tongue. I reached between us and unclasped the front hook of
her bra, leaving her breasts exposed to me. I swirled my tongue around
one of her nipples before sucking it into my mouth. I did the same to
the other before continuing my way down her body. I let my tongue play
over her thighs and she moaned softly and spread her legs wider. I
nuzzled her pussy lightly before letting my tongue trace her labia and
circle her clit.

I really started to eat her after that. I slid my arms under her
thighs and let them rest on her belly, touching her breasts from time
to time. I sucked her clit before flicking my tongue against it and
then licking and sucking her pussy. I pulled an arm back around and
slide a finger in her as I licked her. I slid a second finger into her
as I worked on her clit. I felt her pussy spasm around my fingers long
before she made any noises. 

She pushed my face away from her. I moved back up beside her when she
turned to me and kissed me deeply. I knew she had to be tasting
herself on my lips and tongue, but she didn't seem to care. I felt her
hand touching my cock through my pants.

Sarah didn't waste much time getting me out of my pants and boxers.
Her hand wrapped around my penis and she slowly jacked me as we
kissed. Then she started kissing her way down my body. I saw her lower
her mouth over the head of my dick, feeling her tongue swirl all
around it. Then she took it deeper, really jacking the shaft as she
did it.

I pulled her back up to me before she made me come. I rolled a rubber
on and then pulled her on top of me. She lowered herself onto my cock,
letting it fill her slowly. After she was all of the way down, I
pulled her face down to me so we could kiss as we slowly pumped
against each other. Her hands sought mine and our fingers intertwined
as she thrust against me.

I bucked my hips a little more against her as the pace quickened. She
was so hot and wet against me and the feelings of her hands in mine
and eyes looking at me so intensely that I never wanted it to end. She
let go of my hands and brought her face to mine. We kissed deeply
again. 

I felt her trying to roll us over so I was on top. I started thrusting
harder and harder. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, her ankles
crossed behind my back and her arms went around me neck, hugging me to
her. I started really rolling my hips into her and apparently hit the
right spot as I heard her really start moaning. Faster and faster we
went until I could feel myself getting closer. 

I started coming inside her. As I did, I felt a hot rush over my cock
as she came, too. I pushed a few more times before just feeling
completely spent inside her. Our eyes locked as I bottomed out in her.
I leaned in and we kissed for what seemed like hours. 

-=-

Before the trip was over, we spent several more nights together. Each
time was as good and as memorable as the first. I was worried that it
would be awkward. Strangely enough, it seemed like this was the
logical progression in our relationship together. I had to go home,
but I had made plans to come back, and soon. 

Over time, we spent more days and nights together. This week I have to
get everything packed up. The moving truck will be here soon and I.ve
got a cross country trip to make. After all this time, we'll be
together. It's the way it was supposed to be.


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-jpf, 5/8/04  

