My life is turning into a rom-com version of Final Destination, except I can never seem to reach my final destination, and I'm the only one dying.
"Fine? How could my precious Graves be fine? Those thoughtless paramedics." It seems I have my head resting on her thighs as I lie across the couch. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you, Graves. I didn't know how to handle the emotions." She runs her hands through my hair as tears well up in her eyes. " I wanted to tell you everything about me, the countless pictures I have of you, the times you glanced at me in class."
"Is that going to be on the test?"
"Don't be silly, I-" Her eyes slowly widen as she lurches back. "You- You're alive. ...Graves."
"So what's this about pictures of me?"
"I- uh-" Her eyes water before she turns away, crossing her arms. "That was unacceptable what you did!"
"Dying?"
"No- yes! I was in the middle of a lecture."
"Uh... yea, my bad." Turning to my side, my cheek presses against her thick thighs. It seems we are in the teacher's lounge as I'm currently lying on a couch. The room is silent, as there are no other professors.
Sitting there, she gives a sharp breath. "Well, I am willing to forgive you because it was for the sake of my safety."
"Your generosity knows no bounds."
I take a deep inhale before sitting up from her soft lotioned thighs.
She looks displeased by my arise as she puts her hands out with concern. "A- Are you sure you're alright to get up?"
I wave her concern away. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Do you need me to get you anything? Water?"
Considering I just died to water, I'd rather not. "I'm alright."
There's an awkward pause as neither of us says anything.
She cautiously turns to me. "I was surprised when you came to my class today."
"Feelings mutual."
"And Stephanie wasn't with you. You two were always attached at the hip. So... where is she today?"
"Out of my life."
Her yellow eyes widen. "Does that mean you and Stephanie are no longer dating?" Her words sound almost hopeful.
"Yep, she broke up with me, saying I was too boring."
"Boring, how?!" She awkwardly coughs. "I mean, I believe that an inquisitive person such as yourself can't possibly be boring."
"I could certainly see why I was accused of such a sin. But I appreciate your compliment nonetheless."
There's another silence as we sit side by side.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"You mean, my first class? Well, it was a history class, and I tried and failed to hide from your watchful eye."
Her laugh slowly trails off to a mumble. "Do you remember what you did for me after that class?"
"Oh, that? Didn't I help you sort through some files?" How could I forget the most boring day of my life? "I'm surprised you remembered."
"You were the only person who has ever offered to help me."
There's a silence in the air as she gazes off in the distance with a subtle smile.
Now it's my turn. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"Students should ask questions, so fire away."
"Why do you hate me so much?"
She jumps up. "Hate you?! I-"
"I mean, you always called ME out, harshly judging MY work, while you would let others do as they wish... I just want to know if I did something to offend you so I can try and make amends."
"...The truth is..." Her face goes red as she looks away. "I wanted to see you do better."
"See me do better?"
"You helped me, and that meant a lot to me. So, I wanted to push you, to always do your best. I have always been bad at conveying my emotions. So I thought helping you strive for greatness was the best way I could repay you." Her eyes begin to water. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize it came across as hate. I'm so sorry!"
There's a pause as now I feel like the douche. Here I was bad mouthing her.
"Well, it sounds like you were just trying to help me in your own dictatorial way, so there's nothing for you to apologize about."
Using the sleeves of her turtleneck sweater dress, she wipes her teary eyes. "So, you aren't mad, you don't hate me with all your heart."
I chuckle. "Of course not, I had just found it confusing..." and partially annoying. "But now that I know how much you were looking out for me, I suppose I should be thanking you."
"Graves..." She leans in closer, her lips tremble as she looks at me with hope.
Yet she begins to pull back.
Preventing her retreat, I seize the moment; I grab her chin, pulling her in closer as I go in for a hungry kiss.
Her eyes widen with a gasp before happily accepting it. Grabbing my head, she embraces me, pulling me in closer.
Feeling out her mouth, our tongues tie with one another, trading saliva.
Our lips disconnect, yet remain attached by a string of saliva bridging from our lips.
She looks down as her cheeks blush with excitement.
"Graves... I've wanted to do this for a long time." Grabbing the base of her sweater dress, she pulls it up over her head.
Her large breasts get caught on the sweater, causing them to flop once freed. Her black bra fails to hold the overflowing breasts.
Between her legs, her black panties drip with anticipation.
"I know my body probably looks flabby and gross to you."
She's wrong, she's 38, yet her body looks as smooth as melted butter. Her voluptuous body has always been hidden under her sweater, but seeing it now I want nothing more than to fuck her till she sees stars.
"I think you're beautiful."
She jumps back, her face now beet red. "Well..."
Pinching the straps of her bra, she peels them away, causing the casing to drop, and her breasts to hang like two melons.
Getting on all fours, she crawls to face away from me.
She positions her ass towards me, grabbing both her cheeks and spreading her lower half, begging for me to enter.
"Earlier you had said you wanted to answer another question... well, how about answering this: What parts make me feel good?"