Forbidden Lust (nothingbutporcelain and GuyverGuy)

Callie had gotten him in too deep, Tyrone wasn't stopping until that sweet, sweet apex had been reached. Callie pumped full of his seed, the possibility of the little thing under him, taking his punishment the farthest thing from his mind. Even if he did, this was a one night stand, they'd remember each other vaguely at best... never run into each other again. Earth Shattering sex was all this was, the kind that had the middle aged Tyrone struggling to breath like a drowning man.

Why, because Callie's clingy little cunt was taking his breath away each, and every single time he spread it wide. Spearing her like his worst enemy, every single muscle in his body ached, but still he fucked away, the beds springs were popping and snapping below the pairs abuse- and Tyrone didn't stop or flinch. A fire was quickly burning through his body, flowing and gathering in his pelvis, and his cock shuddered in anticipation of the Euphoria only perhaps seconds away.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! You want it? You want my entire load flowing in!? Here it comes! All for you!" Tyrone crashed back onto Callie's body, a long shudder running from his head to his toes, racking through him like a bolt of lightning. He reached out and grabbed her legs to hold himself steady, his breath leaving in one huge gulp... the shudders through his cock were the worst, each sending a thick string of seed deep into Callie... consequences be damned it felt great.

Callie knew he was getting so close and she was very excited for what was about to happen. She wanted him so badly and couldn't wait for him to finally fill her with his seed. She screamed out loudly the whole time she felt him shoot his load deep inside of her. This felt even better than she thought it would. Just from looking at Tyrone's face Callie could tell that he loved this just as much as she did. In fact he probably loved it even more since he was the one that just shot his load into her pussy. It felt so good, she couldn't believe it was possible for a man to make her feel this amazing.

"I'm going to cum!" She shouted out as she got closer and closer to her climax. Her whole body began to shake from the pleasure she was feeling. Then before she knew it the walls of her pussy were tightening around his cock and she was getting her juices all over him. It felt even better than she ever thought it could feel and it was all because of Tyrone. He was really the best. She felt so lucky to get the chance to be with him tonight.

"That was so amazing, Tyrone. You were incredible." She was sure he didn't need to hear this from her. He probably knew that he was incredible but she still liked saying it. She wondered if he was done with her just yet. She wouldn't mind another round of incredible sex but she had a feeling he might be too tired for that since he just fucked her so hard. Her body was sore but she would do whatever he wanted. She lived to please him right now.

Tyrone didn't feel lucky, far to drunk for wishful things like that. He felt entitled, like he'd just taken what was his and she ought to be damned thankful she'd gotten a taste of the monster in his pants and the beast that had control of it. And as his muscles finally let their tension from that amazing orgasm loose he had a smirk that portrayed exactly as he felt plastered across his features- which stayed in place even as he gathered in much needed air for his burning lungs. Callie, the special little girl she was, clamped around his cock elicited another growl from his throat as she milked another few spurts of the thick liquid from his cock.

From his perch on top of her, he was king and she praised him like one. "You're fucking right I was, The best damned cock you'll ever have in that tight little pussy." Tyrone struggled to stand, but managed on shaky feet, and legs... his cock popped free with a nice wet sound, dripping a mixture of her and his juices down onto Callie. Tyrone would have loved to go another round... but he'd sooner be able to shoot fire, his body, drunk or not, simply couldn't handle it. He could barely stand on the sagging, broken mattress. If anything else went into tonight, he sure as fuck wouldn't be moving, not like he just had been.

That's why he fell like a chopped tree on the bed beside Callie, a long sigh as every, single, solitary part of his body rested. He rolled onto his back, taking a peak at his cock... completely doused in their combined fluids. "Shit, my cock needs cleaning." He left the comment hanging, wondering if Callie could take a hint, or needed to be told straight up. Normally he might have even complemented her for the best fucking sex he'd had ever, but she was just a piece of meat to him right now, fuck it, and leave it.

Callie knew what kind of guy Tyrone was. He was very cocky and completely full of himself but that was why she chose him to sleep with tonight. She wanted someone exactly like him. She needed someone who wouldn't be afraid to give her the rough fucking she needed and deserved. She definitely picked the right guy since Tyrone definitely fucked her harder than she ever thought was possible. He was right, he did have the best cock she would ever have. She'd been with a lot of guys before him but none of them came even close to being as good as Tyrone was. She was a little sad that he was already done fucking her because she already knew this wouldn't happen again. He put everything he had into their first round of sex so he was going to be too tired to fuck her again. It wouldn't take a genius to figure that out.

She watched as he stood and pulled his cock out of her tight cunt. She was quite shocked by the emptiness she felt when his cock was no longer inside of her. It killed her not to have him buried deep inside of her. She wished there was some way he could be inside of her every second but sadly she knew that wasn't possible. He already looked exhausted. They would go to sleep soon and she'd wake up and leave before he had a chance to get up because this was just a one night stand and nothing more than that. She wouldn't need to see him in the morning.

She smirked at him when he mentioned that his cock needed cleaning. That was all he needed to do to get Callie to act. She moved her head to his cock and run her tongue up and down his length, licking all of their combined juices off of him. She finally forced his cock into her mouth and began deep throating him, bobbing her head up and down as quickly as possible. She wasn't sure if she could get him to cum again but she was definitely going to try her best.

Poor Callie, poor Tyrone... they'd never fuck again, and the combination of the energy needed to damn near break her earlier and just coming from work had left him dead to the world. To bad, if she'd caught him in the middle of the day he could probably break out multiple performances for this sexy piece of ass... but alas, they'd never see each other again, and while a part of Tyrone thanked the lord he could put this terrible mistake behind him... another was disappointed, heavily so... because it could certainly look forward to a constant flow of this.

But, they wouldn't even see each other in the morning... he wouldn't need to see her sober. It was a lot easier to deny something when you didn't see it at full mental power. Now though, he still had a want that Callie was managing to rekindle with her tongue, mouth and finally her throat... shit, his wife couldn't even dream of fitting his cock down, damned gag reflex.

Tyrone muttered something, the words completely lost in the haze that dropped in instantly as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. As if a Maronite on strings his hips jerked forward on power he was sure he didn't have when he dipped into her throat. His arms jerked next, snapping his open hands around the back of Callie's head as Tyrone figured out he could probably set a better pace... and he held her head dead in place as he pounded away, his lower body jerking frantically to get her throat around his cock. "Take it Callie, take my cock deep in your throat!"

Callie was also very sad about the fact that she and Tyrone would never see each other after tonight. She could get used to him fucking her like this all the time. It was very painful but in a good way. Maybe with time her body would even get used to it and it wouldn't seem so harsh. But sadly she would never find out if her body could take it. At least she was giving him some amazing head right now. They weren't done with each other just yet. Only her mouth could get him nice and hard again. She was very good at giving head and obviously Tyrone could see this. He looked so exhausted earlier but now he looked like he had a lot more life to him. Maybe he would even want to fuck her again. She wasn't going to get her hopes up though.

She was glad when he grabbed onto her head and began to set the pace. She loved doing this herself and definitely knew she could go fast enough to please him a lot but it was so hot knowing he had complete control over her once again. She flicked her tongue against his cock while he was in her mouth, knowing this would give him even more pleasure. She was bobbing her head up and down so quickly with Tyrone's help and she could tell he was really forcing his cock deep down her throat. It felt like she wasn't just giving him head, he was actually fucking her mouth. It was really incredible. She needed to make him cum again soon. Earlier she got to feel him cum deep inside of her but now she would finally get to taste him. She couldn't wait.

Tyrone wasn't sure if he'd even be able to get up in the morning at this rate. He was pushing the limits of his ability as it was, but lust dragged forth energy from places that he didn't know existed... and he didn't know how long it could sustain his and Callie's night. It dulled the burn of tired body parts and told him to go, and go, and go; like that idiot friend who'd get you into the worst messes in the world. This voice though, was only getting him deeper and deeper into absolute bliss.

Like fucking Callie's mouth silly, dear lord he was going mad. Filling her throat with his rock hard cock at rapidly changing speed, unable to properly hold a rhythm, one minute he could barely get his cock clear out of her throat before he smashed his pelvis back against her face. Tyrone's eyes were crushed closed, his breathing just as random as his thrusting, he couldn't talk anymore. Still sensitive from the bout before he could already feel his orgasm about to hit full force, but he tried his damnedest to hold it back. And yet still the clear seed dribbled from his head, right into her mouth, a tell that he was nearly there... that she was doing a damn fine job.

Callie was very happy that she was able to do such a good job giving Tyrone head. He definitely deserved it. He just gave her the best head of her life so the least she could do was try to give him amazing head. She was moving her head up and down so quickly. This was both her own doing and Tyrone's since he still had his hands on her head and was guiding her pace. Guys did this sometimes but she really liked it when Tyrone did it. Everything about this night was so hot. She kept thinking it wouldn't get any hotter but then it did. They were really so amazing together. Maybe it sounded corny but she really felt like their bodies were made for having amazing sex like this.

She got so excited when she started to taste the clear liquid and she knew he was getting close. She couldn't wait to swallow all of his load. Hopefully it would be as big as the one he just shot into her cunt if not bigger. Callie was unique in that she actually liked the taste of cum so she was looking forward to tasting his. She would drink all of it up and not want to waste a single ounce of it. Even if it got on the floor she'd probably still lick it up because that was how much she loved it. She suddenly picked up the pace of her bobbing and let him thrust his cock deep down her throat. This would make a normal person gag but Callie used to be bulimic so she could control this urge. They usually said bulimics gave the best head and they were right.

Damn it, Tyrone could see spending every night like this, minus the booze even. He didn't need a drunken stupor to enjoy Callie's company, he just needed it to realize he would. Treating sex like sex, a primal urge from the days post-evolution, when man had been little more then monkeys looking to spread their seed and walk out- deadbeat dads had just stopped a little earlier then the average father really. Oh well, just time to enjoy what he had for the moment, tomorrow morning didn't even mater.

That blissful apex arrived shortly after, Tyrone's hands clung to the back of Callie's head, painfully to keep his grip firm as he struggled to keep control of the muscles therein. He crushed his pelvis against her face, a long, drawn out moan cranking out of his throat, as he cranked his seed into hers. Holding her tight against him to give her as much a taste as she could stand, as her mouth could hold. Tyrone finally managed to talk, his voice was shaky, struggling to stay steady. "Drink me Callie! Suck down my seed like I know you want to do!"

Callie could also see her spending a lot of time with Tyrone. He was amazing. Being around him all the time would definitely wear her out but it would be worth it. If she was with him so much she probably wouldn't even need to sleep with other guys. Why would she waste her time with them when she could be with Tyrone? He was the most amazing fuck she ever had and she knew she would never forget him. She wished she could see him again but it just wasn't possible. She had her rule for a reason. If they spent time together she might get attached. Callie was not going to let herself fall in love, not after what she saw love do to her mother. No way.

She was so happy to hear him moan out like that and hold her down on his cock so she could drink all of his cum. This was her favorite part of giving head, when she finally got to taste her man. He tasted so much better than she thought he would. She sucked up all of his load, wanting more once she was done. Even if he came for a whole ten minutes she would still want more. She'd never get enough of his cum. "Mmm, you taste so delicious." She told him after pulling him out of her mouth when he was done coming. She laid beside him on the bed, cuddling up to him. He didn't seem like the kind of man who would want to cuddle but she'd wait and see. It wasn't like she'd be here long. Only a few more hours to sleep then she'd be out of here.

Tyrone was already half-asleep, in a moment of lucidity wondering if this would come to bite him in the ass. What if his wife found out, the school, just one of his coworkers learning about it could be a complete disaster. He was going to be here until morning, nothing for that... Callie had just sucked the last bit of energy right out of him, and when he woke up tomorrow, alone, greatest sex partner ever no where to be found; he'd need to think up an explanation and a good one.

For now, he breathed heavily and started to give himself to sleep. He could cuddle, he wanted to a little, a reward for the best night of his sex life- he just couldn't pull it off. He really tried, but nothing responded, couldn't even get a toe to wiggle with the amount of energy he'd just expanded on that mix glued to his body. All Tyrone could manage was a happy smirk, and a heave before he completely shut down, shallow breathing marking his sleeping state.

Callie was pretty exhausted so she fell asleep right away. It wasn't hard to sleep when you were that tired and plus Tyrone made her feel pretty safe so she knew she wouldn't be having any nightmares with him by her side. Before she knew it she was waking up early the next morning. Tyrone was still asleep next to her. He looked so peaceful, she wished she could stay here with him but she knew she had to go. She didn't have a choice, she needed to be gone by the time he woke up.

She gave him a soft kiss on the lips before she got up. She knew it wouldn't wake him up and she wanted to give him one last kiss. She sighed heavily before getting dressed and grabbing her purse. She left the room before he had a chance to wake up and went back to her place. Now she had to be all alone until she found the next guy. Sadly she had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to find another guy who was as good as Tyrone. There just wasn't a guy like him out there. He was perfect.

Tyrone stirred lightly when she kissed him, the sleeping part of his mind secretly wishing to have those lips leaving the room all to itself. Alas, he did not wake to stop her, if he had been sober he probably would not, telling himself this was a mistake, and he had a wife he loved and had a home with... even though he truly thirsted for Callie... love at first fuc- sight rather. He still slept, for hours more, oddly enough, about that women who'd challenged his power in order for him to try and break her more.

When he did wake up, he groaned, loudly at first...but he took it down a few notches when he noticed he was hurting his own head. Fuck, he had a terrible hang over, like the entire United States army had parked it's mobile armor division on his head. He tried to get up, and flopped back down on the broken bed.... he barely remembered breaking it- and cursed under his breath, another secret to keep from everyone else. He'd have to call in to work sick, then his wife at home to ease her probable worry's.

"Damn, last night was great and all... but today is going to be complete shit."

He smashed his face into the Mattress, smelling of sex... his and her sex. "Probably won't ever see her again, all for the best." He didn't really think so... but he had a life that he had to keep. "Fuck me head."

Callie spent the rest of the summer trying to find guys who would measure up to Tyrone but of course none of them did. They were all too scared to hurt her so they didn't come even close to fucking her as hard as he did that night. Every night she dreamed about him. She wanted to see him so badly but she knew it would be a bad idea. Plus she couldn't get in touch with him since she didn't even know his last name. All she had was a fading picture in her head of him. That definitely wasn't going to help her figure out how to get in contact with him. It was for the best though. If she saw him again she'd probably get hooked on him which wouldn't be good at all.

Now it was the first day of school. She always hated this day. It was so boring. She groaned out loud when she heard her alarm going off. She hit the snooze button a few times and finally got up, taking a quick shower. She changed into her slutty school girl uniform which consisted of a gray mini skirt that was much shorter than the dress code allowed, a white blouse that she left unbuttoned to show off her ample cleavage created by her bright pink push up bra and black five inch stiletto heels. She put her long blonde hair up in pig tails to add to the affect. She knew she looked extremely hot. Too bad she was already ten minutes late.

She drove to school and parked her car in the parking lot. Then she finally made her way inside and to her first class of the day. She was fifteen minutes late and knew she would be getting in big trouble. She was forced to sit in the front of the classroom since it was the only seat left. She still hadn't looked up to see who the teacher was. She was focused on getting out her notebook and pink pen.

Tyrone had been troubled ever since, constant vivid dreams of their night together had strained the relationship between himself and his wife. She had barely believed him the first time he'd spun an elaborate story about Callie being an old friend from his childhood who had died in a tragic car accident, and whom often haunted his dreams. When he started slipping and letting out Callie's name instead of his wives...well, trouble had hit him like a train. The past few months had been terrible for the two of them- and Tyrone was looking forward to school to get out of the house, and away from the oppressive atmosphere of the two of them being in the same home.

Didn't even say he should have a good day at work when he walked out of the house. Dressed far less like a professional then he had been in the summer, a generous helping of White, blue-stripped Polo shirt, tucked into Navy Blue Khaki pants which happened to be held up by his black belt which matched his loafers, also black. He was quick to get into his car, and make for work, at least he managed to leave early. He didn't need to rush, and enjoyed the sound of the wind whistling in through his open window, and the hum of his engine as he thought about the first day of school to keep that girl out of his head.

When he arrived, finally, he instantly went to set-up and get accustomed to his Class Room, getting his papers and such set-up and writing his name on the Board for his influx of new students. Then, he waited, and stood when the little rascals started filling in... hoping this year he had a batch that wanted to learn. And finally, when everyone had a seat, Tyrone cleared his throat, and let his baritone fill the classroom.

"Good morning class, and welcome to the first day of school. I'm Tyrone Averitt, your Home room teacher. And some of you might have me for English too."

Callie sighed heavily as she pulled out her notebook and pen so she could start taking notes. Well most likely she wouldn't actually be taking notes since she didn't care about school. She'd probably would most likely just doodle on her paper because it was something to do. School was so boring. It didn't help that she had a terrible headache right now since she stayed out so late drinking the night before. She shouldn't have drank on the night before school but she just couldn't help it. She liked partying so much and she wasn't going to give it up because she was going to school. Finally she looked up at the front of the classroom and was shocked to see Tyrone standing there. She blinked her eyes quickly, wanting to see if this was real or just a dream. She had lots of dreams about him but none of them included him being her teacher because she just didn't think that was going to happen. It was quite shocking but she was actually pretty happy to see him again. She had wanted to get in touch with him for so long and now it could finally happen.

She stared right into his eyes, wondering if he would notice her. She really wanted him to. He looked so sexy in front of the class, being all professional. Surprisingly she had never slept with one of her teachers before. Hopefully Tyrone would be her first. Technically she had already slept with him but she didn't know he was her teacher then. She smirked at him as she kept her eyes locked on his. She had to find out if he recognized her. It would be pretty humiliating if he didn't. She would have to wait until after class to talk to him. Hopefully he would release class soon because she was dying to hear his voice again. She couldn't wait for class to end. She spread her legs a bit, wanting him to really notice her. This would definitely do the trick. If he looked down between her legs he would see her bare, shaved pussy. She never wore panties and she was really happy about that. It wouldn't have been this fun teasing him if she was wearing any.

Tyrone finished explaining what home room was all about, as required by the rules of the school. He didn't have any freshman, so it was pretty useless to do... they all understood what Homeroom was, most had been in the blasted school for two or three years not counting being HELD BACK. He had papers to hand out, the usual, information for the parents mostly... which he doubted half these kids could remember to hand to the applicable humans.

Anyway, Tyrone scanned the room for a face that looked trustworthy enough to give the responsibility of giving them to their fellow classmates. Most looked just as dumb as bricks, and he hated to admit that he thought so, but he did, and it was very true. Still looking, he passed over Callie for all of a second, looked back and passed her up again before he finally realized that he wasn't in a dream, and that, he, Tyrone Averitt, had the girl he couldn't quite get out of his head in his classroom- as his student.

Lord, he wasn't sure if he was lucky, or damned. He'd wanted to see her, he really had, and still did... but his marriage, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself around her even sober. He was becoming less and less sure as he stared into her sexy eyes... he had to get time to himself, to think. Luckily he was a teacher, and that meant he could do certain things.

"Alright class, since it's the first day- you're all dismissed Early. Have a good day students."

Callie kept looking at him to see if he would recognize her but he never really looked at her. She was about to give up when suddenly his eyes started taking in all the faces and his attention finally was directed to her. Was it just her imagination or did she see a flash of recognition come across his face when he looked at her? She probably was just seeing things since she wanted him to remember her. He had seemed to really enjoy their night together but she couldn't get her hopes up. He probably wanted nothing to do with her, if he even remembered who she was.

She was relieved that he dismissed class early. This would be the perfect opportunity for her to talk to him since no one else would be around. She certainly didn't want to talk about them hooking up during the summer in front of the whole class. That wouldn't be good at all. She actually liked Tyrone and would be completely crushed if he got in trouble because of her. They had to keep what happened between them quiet so none of them got in trouble.

She waited for all the other students to leave the classroom, taking awhile to pack up her stuff so it wouldn't look like she was just trying to hang out here so she could talk to her teacher. People might get suspicious if they saw the school slut staying after class to talk to one of her teachers on the first day of school. Finally everyone left and she went up to his desk, staring into his eyes. "Tyrone, do you remember me? Callie.." She told him, biting her lip nervously because she was so scared he wouldn't remember her. That would be so embarrassing.

Tyrone watched with anticipation, expecting Callie to leave with everyone else. Certainly she wouldn't stay, he figured, a young girl like her pinning for an old foggie like him; completely impossible was his thought. So he just kept looking, expecting to see the little body that he often dreamed about walking out of the door, heels click-clacking on the linoleum floor. He never heard it, and kept staring at the door expectantly.

His surprise splattered all over his features when she walked up to his desk to address him. It took him a few minutes to process the fact that she was talking to him, another few seconds to come to terms with the fact that she apparently remembered him and that he might not be as old as he thought. Jeez, she might actually remember him, like he remembered her- he sat up a little straighter at the thought, his skills in bed were apparently pretty damned good.

He broke out of his thoughts finally, making himself look more neutral. Not sure about how to play this, should he let her know he remembered her, or pretend he'd forgotten their night of, well, bliss. "Callie? You're one of my new students right? What do you need, something you didn't understand about what I said?" He frowned, hating himself a little at having to snowball her like this.

Callie was so excited about going up to Tyrone and talking to him so she was completely crushed when he asked her if she was one of his new students. He remembered her name but he obviously didn't remember the night they spent together. A man like him probably fucked tons of girls like her during the summer. No wonder she didn't stand out to him. She thought it was an amazing night of sex for both of them but now she was sure he had moved on and found other girls. She was so stupid for getting her hopes up.

"No, I don't need anything. I'll just go then." She certainly wasn't going to stand there and tell him that they fucked over the summer. That would make her look like a complete fool. If he didn't remember it was best to just leave things this way. Maybe it was for the best. If he did remember her they probably would have started an affair and that would have been so dangerous. It wouldn't be a good idea at all for her to get involved with her married teacher. Too bad she wanted to so badly.

She turned around and began to walk out of his classroom. There was a huge part of her that hoped he would stop her and say he was just messing with her and of course he remembered her but she knew that definitely wasn't going to happen. She just had to put that night behind her and move on. She'd been trying to do it all summer and it never worked. It certainly wasn't going to be any easier getting over him when she had to see him every day.

Tyrone looked at the retreating Callie, fighting a war inside his head. She was leaving, probably thinking he had forgotten about her and thus leaving him with the ability to slowly forget about her so he could get back to the norm, salvage his marriage. But, did he really want that, or did he want to take Callie right here on his desk- first he'd have to stop her from leaving his room.

"Damn it. Callie!" He jumped from his seat, a little anxious, she might not even care now. Hopefuly she hadn't resigned herself to far to cutting him out... he hadn't exactly decided 100% that what he was doing wasn't stupid either. Then again, teacher or no... he kind of liked the thought of being stupid for the minx that had haunted his head ever since that one night in a dirty motel.

"Why did you want to talk to me, was it about summer... this summer?"

Callie was shocked when she heard him call out her name. This immediately made her turn around because she was really shocked to be hearing him say that. He sounded mad. How could he be mad when he was the one who acted like he didn't know her? He had no right to be upset that she was leaving. It wasn't like she was going to stick around to talk about school work. That would be boring.

Her eyes widened when she turned around and he asked her if she wanted to talk about this summer. So he did he remember. If he remembered then why did he lie? Was he trying to hurt her? She narrowed her eyes at him because she was really pissed that he tried to deceive her like that. "Yeah, I did want to talk about what happened this summer but I thought you forgot." She said this with her hands on her hips, glaring at him. He wouldn't be getting her this easy. He just tried to act like he had no idea who she was and she was going to make him pay for that. Well, unless he was really nice and made it up to her.

Tyrone knew an angry female when he saw one, his wife was perpetually angry these days so it was more like the norm rather then something special. He blanched and looked away from Callie, god, he shouldn't have fuilt so guilty... she really wasn't SUPPOSED to be able to do this, how many times had he told himself in the passing months that she had been a one night stand and nothing more. Eventually he started to admit that wasn't it, but he'd pretty much always known.

"Forgotten... lord knows I've tried, for my wife and our marriage." Tyrone walked around his desk, then toward the irate blond. Getting swept up in his emotions like a teenager again, logically he should spurn her and close the chapter. But then he'd not be human, the most illogical critter roaming gods green earth. "But ever since that night, you've been stuck in my head. Do you know how many times I've dreamed, hell, called out your name during sex?" Shit, no secrets, they'd had sex already... not like there was any room left to be shy about anything.

Tyrone looked at the door, and walked around Callie to close it. No one needed to hear what they were talking about, his career was on the line here. Door closed, he turned back to her, serious as death at this point. "But, if you just want to talk about black mailing me for money, or good grades or something... get to it." He realized that was a possibility, and he dreaded it, both for the fact that his hopes would be dashed, and he be in a tough spot.

Callie was shocked to hear him say that he tried to forget about her. Was this really happening? A few minutes ago she thought he had no idea who she was and that he forgot all about the night they spent together over the summer and now he was telling her that he tried to forget about her and he dreamed about her and called out her name during sex. This was very nice to hear. She was a little shocked to hear he was married but she really should have known he would be married. All the married men seemed to gravitate towards her. Maybe because they could sense she was a one night stand kind of girl. But what she and Tyrone had was supposed to just be a one night stand and now it was turning into something more, possibly. Callie couldn't believe but she was actually hoping it was.

"I am not here to black mail you for money or grades. How could you ever think I'd do something like that? Tyrone, I haven't forgotten about that night either. It was the best sex of my life. I've been on this constant search to find someone who is as good as you or better but I never find anyone. They all suck compared to you. You don't know how horrible it is having to fake all those orgasms. I was just about to give up on sex completely." Was she really sharing all of this with him? She didn't mean to tell him so much but when she was around him she stopped thinking and just said what was on her mind. It really wasn't good, he could use this information against her. "I just want to kiss you. I don't want money or good grades. Well I could use both but I'd never blackmail you.."

Tyrone flopped onto the desk, sighing heavily, not quite able to believe that he was caught in this kind of situation. Naturally, he was happy to learn that it hadn't just been him with problems getting that one night stand out of mind. Plus, apparently, he was pretty damned good, which made a smile grin tug at the edges of his mouth. But still, what he did next could ruin his entire future, he could lose his job, his wife, friends, everything. He could also gain Callie, the girl of his dreams, literally. His hear, and his cock of course, told him to say fuck all the stuff that wasn't a blond student pouring his heart out to him.

"Damn" He cursed under his breath, telling himself he was a fool for what he was about to do, a damned fool. "So what you're saying, is I'm the only man you want to have sex with?" He looked up at her, a mischievous grin lightning up his face, hiding away all the doubts he happened to be carrying... and there was about a billion tons of them. "So if I said right here, right now, what would you say?" Had it really been so long since he'd been laid... a month he remembered, his wife had refused to touch him after he'd said Callie's name a fifth time instead of hers. "Students rushing along through the hall, they could hear us...walk in on us."