Graduation Days

I've never cared much for graduation ceremonies, but I still found myself putting on my old cap and gown each semester. Officially, we didn't have to attend, but the dean of my department always noted who was there, and things went better for those who were.

I recognized several names, but only a handful of faces. One was a troublemaker, while others had practically lived in my office during my office hours. Then, there was Amy Brabbeck. I rarely saw her outside of class, but her presence always drew my attention. She would smile back at me, but there was never more between us.

Spring graduation was always bigger but, finally, the last diploma was presented. I made sure to speak to the dean, then slipped away. While some folks dressed up under their robes, I took the same practical approach I had at my own graduation. A tank top and going commando under a pair of gym shorts kept me from being as miserable as the suit and tie wearing crowd. I headed back to my office where I could ditch the robes and change into jeans and a T-shirt before driving home. I figured the knock on the door was Larry stopping by on his own way home, so I went ahead and pulled off my shirt as I hollered, "It's open."

I froze in shock, as it was Amy that walked into my office. She took one look at me and turned around. I opened my mouth to apologize, but my words were lost when she closed and locked the door. She turned back around, and there was a look in her eyes she'd never shown me before.

"I was hoping to catch you, but this is even better than I could have dreamed of."

I remained unable to speak as she unzipped her gown and let it cascade to the floor, revealing nothing and everything. She came around my desk and knelt in front of me. With careful movement, she released my rising cock and gave it a quick kiss on the tip. She smiled up at me, then sucked my entire length down her throat. I shuddered as she slowly pulled off and gave it another quick kiss.

She rose and bent over my desk. "I've wanted you to fuck me since my first day in your class, but that wouldn't have been good for either of us. Now that I'm no longer a student, there's nothing they can do about it. So fuck me."

The wiggle of her ass made it tempting to just step up and plow her, but I'd developed my own fantasies as well. Instead, I took a knee and kissed her right on the lips. She gasped as I licked deeply, then moved down and focused my attention on her clit. I didn't stop my assault upon her southern passage until it flooded and I had sucked out as much of her nectar as I could.

She was begging me to fuck her, so I rose up and slipped my aching cock into her velvet tunnel. The squeeze was exquisite as I pushed myself inside, and she just moaned as I worked my way deeper. I paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation of being balls deep in Amy, then I gave in and pounded her into my desk. I wish I could say that I lasted for hours, driving her to countless orgasms, but my sex life had been pretty spartan since my wife passed. Still, I did manage to hold out until her third orgasm before I joined her. She didn't seem to be too disappointed, based on her screams as I flooded her.

I collapsed back in my chair, smiling at the thought of taking her home and enjoying round two in my bed.

However, it was not to be. She stood up with a big smile on her face. "I'm so glad I managed to catch you. I would have forever regretted not doing that." She paused and stared longingly at my now flaccid member. "I wish we had time for more, but my parents are waiting and the movers should have the truck loaded.

I watched in stunned silence as she slipped on a pair of panties that had been tucked inside her cap. She smiled and winked at me. "Don't want to be dripping in front of mom and dad."

She zipped up her robe, then disappeared from my office and my life.