GETTING TOGETHER

     
                                                                       

H A R D  L E S S O N S

                                                                           

INSTALLMENT: 2

                                                                   

~~~GET-TOGETHERS~~~

                                           

"...We Don't Need No Water  Let The Mutha Fucka BURN!!!"

                                                                                                                                ---Rock Master Scott & The Dynamic Three




     
         The music had so much bass...! 

         Angela felt the beat both deep in her chest and across her body, caressing her like a dozen  pairs of hands.  So far Cosmo's was living up to its billing; it was packed wall to wall with bodies getting their collective groove on.  The DJ was in the zone, head bobbing, hands working, his console and turntables driving them all, burning it up.  Everyone on the dance floor was moving and twisting, grinding and clutching, treading that thin line between dancing and sex in an almost synchronous, undulating rhythm.

         Angela was in HEAVEN. 

         The stage lighting flared, the DJ who had been running things was lost in darkness as a second column of light stabbed down to the left of him, illuminating an all new set of turntables and the DJ they belonged to.  The man shouted into his microphone and told everyone it was time the party got muy caliente.  He punctuated his call to the floor with a mixed and sliced classic that every DJ swore by like it was a passage from the Bible.

         "We don't need no water...  We don't need no water...  We don't need no water let the muthafucka BURN!"

         Electrified, the crowd shouted and cheered like their personal messiah had arrived. 

         "Burn, muthafucka...  Burn, muthafucka...  Burn, muthafucka...  Burn, muthafucka...  Burn!  Burn!  Buuuuurrrrn!"

         "That's Cortez!  You'll love him, his hip-hop Salsa tracks are tight as shit, hottest dude this side of the fucking border."

         "No lie?" she asked, surprised there would be someone out here doing music she really did know how to move to.

         Gregory leaned in closer to Angela, his full lips at the edge of her ear---almost touching but not quite---and Angela felt herself tingling.  She was smiling, partly because she was having such a good time but also, now, because she was getting a chance to inhale the scent coming off Gregory's hot skin.  She hadn't been bold enough to ask him earlier that night what cologne or aftershave or whatever it was he used but damn if it wasn't right.  It wasn't too strong or too sweet...it smelled...well it smelled like MAN in the best sense possible. 

         Gregory had been everything Jessie had promised.  He was tall, probably six foot or so with fair skin barely darker than what hers got to in the summer.  His hair was black, freshly trimmed and wavy.  He had a smile that had broken her apprehension the minute she'd  opened the door when he'd come to pick her up.  His eyes were a pretty shade of green and yeah, he definitely knew how to move.  It hadn't taken long before they were in step, grooving close, Angela brushing her ass against him every now and then before spinning back to face him.  She may have been in Heaven, but she bet Gregory was seeing the Devil in her dark eyes...
 
         The club lighting dimmed again, the strobing neon strips taking over as  Cortez tipped his cap to the side and opened up with a blend of Carlos Santana's electric guitar artistry remixed with a Selena sample, upping the underlying bass all the time.  The crowd shifted gears, readjusting to the new style and the difference in music, finding the beat and trying to do it justice. 

         Angela picked it up effortlessly, following the rhythm with the same natural ease that the moon followed the sun.  Like she were immersed in a Spanish-only conversation between her body and the music Angela tapped into her Latin vein  and let her heritage flow.  Gregory, working a bit to keep up, found himself a little lost in Angela's amazing sway.  He didn't know she'd learned Salsa watching her Mother and Father dancing at family parties from the time she was little.  Captivated by their passion and romance as a child she know embraced it as a young woman and if this DJ was the real deal, Gregory was definitely in for a treat.  The girl had dancing in her blood and it showed.  Naturally, beautifully; reflected in the appreciative, envious glances of all the men surrounding them.

         Gregory slid his hands up and down along Angela's hips.  She whipped her hair seductively, her head rolling with the beat.  He felt her peach-shaped ass flexing against him, her thighs curving and solid as a track star's.  Cortez hit another mix that set her on fire.  Writhing and twisting Angela ground into Gregory, her rhythm a demand that would not be denied.

         As far as blind dates went, Angela had turned out to be a Lotto JACKPOT.  While a little shy at the beginning, it hadn't taken long for Angela's light to shine through; she was as radiant inside as she was luscious outside. Angela had told him on the way to the club that her grandparents were Costa Rican.  She had joked about how everyone she'd met had pegged her as just about every Latin nationality except Costa Rican.  Gregory could understand the confusion.  His own first impression was that Angela was Puerto Rican---or even Cuban, maybe---but those were only uninformed guesses.  Gregory had grown up in San Francisco and hadn't known many Hispanic people before coming to college.  He didn't have enough exposure to see the details dividing the branches of her ethnic tree so he'd listened closely to her as she'd explained some of it to him.  Hell, he knew to outsider's eyes all people of color tended to get lumped together within their groups.  Asians, Hispanics, middle-eastern, black.  To the ignorant, details never mattered.  Anything but ignorant, Gregory was eager to learn the history that made Angela unique.

         She was so easy to listen to.  Her voice was almost a sexual act all on its own; soft, with a barely-there accent flavoring every word in a way that made him wish HE was from Costa Rica. It had been a conscious act paying attention to driving as she sat in the car beside him, smelling like she did, sounding like she did, and looking like she did.

         Yeah, he smiled, moving up against Angela, he owed Oscar and Jessie big-time for this...




                                                                         

*****

         The knock at the door echoed once or twice before Jessie answered.  "Who is it?" she called, knowing the answer.

         "Oscar," the voice replied, deep and heavy as the door it passed through.  "You know it's me.  Come on, baby, open up."

         Jessie stayed on her bed, leaning back against the wall.  "I know a guy named Oscar.  Runs a football so fast you think he stole it.  Know what, hes kinda fine too.  I heard that hes bad with breaking big dates though."

         "Jess come on, can I come in?  Look, I told you what happened and my leg is still sore."

         "I really, REALLY wanted to go dancing tonight," she continued.  She was smiling impishly as she looked over her fingernails, imagining Oscar in the hall struggling with what to try next.

         "I know, baby, I know."

         "I guess if you were really, REALLY sorry maybe I could forgive you this once."

         "You think?" Oscar asked, playing along from out in the hallway, smiling as he heard the latches finally turn and happier still when he saw the door open. 

         Jessie was standing there in nothing but one of his dress shirts, the one he'd left here after an awards dinner last week.  It was unbuttoned down to the sterling hoop in her navel.  The inner curves of her full, gently-sloping breasts were exposed, showing she didn't have a bra on.  With her age and the way she had been blessed, she didn't need one.  Her reddish hair tumbled to the top of her shoulders, framing her angular face and large, blue eyes.  Shapely legs appeared from beneath the bottom of the shirt, thighs extending to calves, her calves curved tapering sensually to small, pretty feet.  Her bare feet, recently pedicured too judging by the clear gloss and white trim on her toenails.  Oscar had always loved Jessie's legs, loved the entire way she was put together.  Loved it.

         Loved her. 
 
         He stood in the doorway, quiet for a few moments.  Wearing a black sweatshirt, white, knee-length starter shorts with black stripes down the sides and tennis shoes with no socks.  Enjoying the simple sight and sense of Jessie, Oscar saw she, on the other hand was enjoying him as well. 

         Oscar had been pretty busy the past three weeks, between classes and football practice they hadn't seen each other much.  In the lapse they'd also found out that phone-sexing had its disappointing limits.  Tonight was supposed to be a break in the dry spell.  He didn't like having to break the date and miss out on Cosmo's any more than she had enjoyed him doing it.  When he'd called twenty minutes ago asking to come over, he knew by the lilt in Jessie's voice that just the suggestion was immediately taking her frustrations away. 

         And now he was here.

         Leaning in, he bent his tall, broad frame and coiled his muscular arms around Jessie, squeezing her tight.  He began kissing and nuzzling the side of her neck just below her ear, right where she loved it.  "I really AM sorry, baby.  Tell you somethin' though, I'm glad we're here alone instead."

         Jessie's only answer was to pull him inside and push the door shut as she backpedaled, still clinging to him.  With practiced ease they found her bed and sank onto it, her hands around his neck as he came down on top of her.  His mouth was urgent, hungry, going from her neck to her lips in a kiss whose intensity told them they'd been apart too long.  Her pale hands stood out in contrast to his rich, dark skin.  She stroked backwards along his jaw,  caressing his bald head and pulling his mouth tighter to hers, her tongue---pierced with its rounded steel stud---dancing wildly with his.  The kiss continued as one of Oscar's large hands slid inside the open shirt to clutch Jessie's breast, the soft flesh filling his hand, her nipple hardening against his palm.

         Jessie moaned, her body recognizing her man in a cascade of increasingly explosive sensations.  She hooked one leg around his waist, heel digging into his back.  Grinding her pelvis against him, her pussy---also naked beneath the shirt---fluttered, lips now swollen and slick with a fevered arousal.  As she arched her back and pressed her hips to meet his she could feel the knot growing between his legs; growing, uncoiling, like a python awakened from its sleep.  His erection called to her and Jessie couldn't imagine anything she wanted more...

         "Mmmmnnnhh...  Oooo...  Baby DAMN!  I need you right NOW," she hissed into his ear, teeth grazing the lobe and her tongue flicking out teasingly.  Oscar groaned like distant thunder, there was no way he could refuse that, no way he'd ever want to.

         Tugging at the shirt, Oscar showed Jessie his answer.  Buttons popped and she was laid bare, legs spread, waxed pussy practically steaming as she twisted and moaned beneath him.  Pulling at his shorts, she yanked them down over his chiselled asscheeks until his heavy dick could swing free.  After the recent denial, it seemed more beautiful to her than ever. 

         Oscar's shaft pulsed when she curled her fingers around it possessively.  It was veiny, thick, not quite as dark as coffee but to Jessie just as hot.  With both hands she stroked it, pulling him eagerly toward her waiting pussy.  Watching Jessie shift beneath him to better accept his thrust, Oscar could feel when she lifted her thighs high, sliding them upward along his well-defined torso pushing his sweatshirt up in the process.  Knees bent, feet arched, toes pointing to the ceiling Jessie was beyond ready.

         "Now baby, now...please.  Fuck me, daddy I need it ssssooooo BAD!"  That was the last thing Oscar consciously registered before lunging forward, burying his dick inside Jessie in one steady, measured thrust.  Jessie moaned in delight and couldn't help but pray Gregory didn't bring Angela home early...

<<<<< "I Don't Need No Pool, I'm Swimmin' In YOU..." >>>>>

                                                                                                          ---Lil' Wayne




         Cortez was slicing through his fourth mix and Angela was on FIRE.  Whipping her hair about, Angela writhed like a serpent charmed by the irresistible beats of the DJ.  Reaching out, she pulled Gregory closer, making it easier for her to get him in step and more difficult for him to gawk.  The compromise?  Now he was close enough to her that their bodies could blend together, her supple curves to his tall frame, slithering against one another in a dance fast becoming all their own...

         Holding her close, Gregory slid his hands up and down along Angela's hips, her ass flexing against him.  He felt Angela cover his hands with her own while tilting her head to the side, looking back and up at him with a smile.  He smiled back with the easy familiarity of two people that had truly connected.
 
         Spotlights began rolling; casting criss-crossing beams across the crowd as Cortez began his spin down, thanking everybody for coming out to see him. As his music lowered and a background track kicked in, Angela slowed to a stop, leaning back into Gregory like someone had just unplugged her adrenaline I.V. supply.

         "I think...I think we should go somewhere," she said, letting the sound of her voice and moist sparkle of her eyes explain the rest.

         "Are you sure...?" Gregory said, surprised he was wasting the time asking.  She nodded and began walking, pulling him by the hand along behind her as she weaved through the press of bodies and headed for the exit.

         Angela pushed the door open and paused, taking a deep breath.  She stood there, feeling the night air brushing against her, making her skin---still moist from all the dancing---tingle wildly. Placing her palm to Gregory's chest for...support, she shifted slightly and reached down, undoing the ankle straps and sliding off first one shoe, then the other, dropping herself by a few inches as she now stood barefoot on the warm asphalt of the parking lot. Angela wiggled her toes and took her shoes by their straps in one hand so she could reach out again with the other for Gregory.

         Gregory took her small hand in his and took the lead back to the car, working hard to keep his stride relaxed.  He didn't want to seem over anxious but also because he didn't want Angela---barefoot now--- stepping on anything out here. They moved quietly, around the club's side and into the shadows of its back lot, Gregory now happy it had been so crowded tonight that he couldn't find a spot out front.

         Every now and again he saw Angela's short dress billowing in the breeze.  It would flare then settle, clinging to her body outlining the luscious curves he'd learned so well over the last few hours.

         Knowing they were getting close to the car, Angela took a final tour of her mind in search of some sense of reservation.  A reason why she should do anything other than what she was headed into right now but there was none. She had really clicked with Gregory, there was an effortless comfort between them.  Jessie had said "Gregory is FINE" and he was...  Not just that, she liked him, the person he was as much as the way he looked.  It wasn't hurting his stats any that she was horny as hell, too.  God, she was glad her parents couldn't see her now because she was definitely not being their good little girl tonight...

         As they walked, Gregory felt Angela stroking the back of his hand with her thumb, a silky touch, delicate as everything else about her and no less arousing.  His dick twitched at the sensory memory of the feel and sight of her body; the way her hair and skin smelled, the way she smiled.  And with the fading out of just those few moments of reflection they were there, at the car. Stopping she turned to him slowly, looking up into his eyes.  Angela dropped her shoes to the ground and brought her hand up to his flat stomach, sliding it upward until she was touching his face, tracing his bottom lip with her fingers.  "I liked Cosmo's," she whispered, pronouncing it "causemoe", her mouth savoring the syllables like it were the drink.

         Gregory's arms snaked around her; one hand following the arch of Angela's back down to the firm swell of her ass, clutching at it and wedging the material of her dress into the beautifully carved cleft while his other hand came up behind her neck, stroking the side before getting lost in a tangle of her silky hair, pulling her into him. She rose on the tips of her toes to meet his mouth hungrily, kissing with a hot need that required no more explanations.

         "Mmmmnnnhh...  Ohhhh," Angela moaned, her tongue thrashing in his mouth while she felt his hand roaming freely across her ass; it was a delicious, possessive touch that she welcomed like she would welcome water in the desert.

         Gregory backed her against the side of his car, their bodies twisting together seamlessly as the kiss intensified. She had her hands up and under his shirt raking the skin of his back with her nails in a way that only spurred him on. His dick was a throbbing knot between his legs, pushing against her, pulsing and ready, reminding her with that lust-filled pressure that she hadn't decided where---if anywhere---she was going to stop.  A first date, a blind first date, and here she was like she'd known him forever.  But as quickly as she questioned herself the doubt fled; if instinct had gotten her this far she decided she was willing to trust in it---and in Gregory---for the rest of the way.

         Almost as she made that choice she felt herself getting lighter, weightless as the balls of her feet left the ground.  , a sensation at first she thought was tied to the kiss until she realized she was now just above eye-level with Gregory.  Hands up under her ass, gripping tightly, Gregory kept lifting Angela higher until her hips were just above his own and she could wrap her legs around his waist.

         Gregory groaned into Angela's mouth as he felt her nipples dragging up along his chest. He loved that feeling; her nipples were thick and hard, straining against the thin material of her dress and capping her small breasts that he KNEW she hadn't covered with a bra tonight.

         Angela was moaning too, and loudly, clasping his waist tight between her satiny thighs as her heels dug into the backs of his long legs. The change in position only seemed to excite her---which is what he'd hoped for---and he turned a bit as they continued kissing, moving them from the side of the car around to its front.  Writhing in his arms, Angela was as supple, as sensually rhythmic as she'd been on the dance floor but now, now she would be dancing to HIS beat. He felt the car grille against his legs and knew it was time to lower her again which he did gently, slowly; their lips still pressed together, tongues still entwined.  Gregory set her butt on the hood of the car and moved her backward, Angela surrendering to his guidance without hesitation.

         Stretched out, Angela found herself staring upward into the night sky.  To her it was a dark curtain of indigo splattered with stars and draped behind la Luna---the moon---who was a silent, unblinking voyeur to what was unfolding below.  Gregory was stroking her thighs as he straightened, staring at her, eyes becoming intimate with her most subtle of nuances...

         While he watched she arched her back slightly, drawing her knees up and apart, spreading her legs for him before he could ask. They drew wider and her dress bunched around her hips, exposing her plump mound, veiled by the slightest whisper of black, rose-patterned lace. Dropping to one knee, Gregory dragged his lips and tongue down along the inner curve of one of Angela's thighs, moving inexorably inward to her sweetly perfumed cleft.

         "Dios...dios," Angela hissed, biting down on her lip when she felt Gregory's mouth close over her pussy, sucking on it through her panties. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the thin lace soaking through with a combination of Gregory's hot spit and her own juices now oozing from between her lips. The seam of Angela's panties was pressing hard against her clit, now plump and fully exposed. She felt the car hood buckle beneath her a little as she trembled and twisted but there was no helping it; Gregory really, REALLY knew what he was doing down there and it felt too damned good to lay still. Using it all, his tongue, his lips, his teeth even, Gregory was hitting every spot she needed hit like he had a sensual road map of her pussy or something. It was insane; climax was following climax, one on top of the other and every one was bigger, deeper, more overwhelming than the last. Yes, she'd gone without for a while but she wasn't going to short him; she had quickly become an open book to him and with his tongue he turned the pages.

         For his part Gregory loved this.  Angela tasted better than he had even imagined, sweet like Honeysuckle in the summertime upped by a factor of TEN. Gregory had chewed and licked and sucked at her panties until they were reduced to just a sheer strand rolled between the sopping lips of her pussy. He licked along the edges of those folds, sucking the lips in while grazing them with his teeth, stabbing inside with two of his fingers to make her pot boil over.

         "Nnnnnhhhh...nnnnhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Angela shouted explosively, blissful with pleasure.  She bucked through her most staggering climax yet, pussy snapping and sucking at Gregory's skillfully invading fingers.  But Angela---stomach wrenching---realized she wasn't finished. Her small feet came down, planting on his broad shoulders just before she thrust her crotch straight into his face, grinding it hard as rivers of what he'd skillfully drawn from her gushed out, splattering his lips in sugary wetness.  Angela twisted, lost in the violent spasms that had caught them both off guard.

         Gregory responded reflexively; mouth open, tongue swirling, his hands holding Angela's hips as the flavor of her flood immediately killed his initial fear that she might somehow have lost reign on her bladder.  She shuddered intensely while he rode it out, savoring everything about it, about this night, about HER.

         "Dios..." Angela gasped hoarsely, collapsing, her body limp from the power of what she'd just experienced. Rolling to one side she curled up slightly as the tingling ripples of her explosive climax slowly began to fade, dissolving like newly blown soap bubbles disappearing on the wind. She smiled, trying to catch her breath.  This man had just--- on their very first date--- given her some of the best, if not THE best head she'd had in her entire sexual life.  Even so, she could already feel the self-consciousness creeping into her gut over doing that thing she sometimes--- with the right inspiration--- could do; that thing that even after reading numerous medical journals that said it was very natural, special even, still made her feel...weird.

         He sat on the hood beside her, hand tracing gently looping figure eights along her upper thigh and hip. She was turned away from him; he looked down at her quietly, unable to do anything but admire the way the thin strand of the thong disappeared in between the beautifully sculpted swells of her round ass. But his staring aside, his wonder at what he recognized as his first experience with female ejaculation aside, he could see she was tired and that meant he needed to--- unfortunately--- get her back to campus.

         Leaning down, he kissed the side of Angela's neck, nuzzling it and drinking in the sweet smell of her.  "I think we should get on the road...get you back to the dorm," he whispered. "If we don't I might try and turn you into my own all you can eat buffet."

         Angela giggled almost musically, relaxing as his attitude and tone let her know he had definitely enjoyed himself and hadn't found anything "weird" about what had happened. She looked back over her shoulder sleepily; hair tussled and looked into his eyes.  "You sure?" she asked, leaving the rest open for interpretation.

         "Yeah," he smiled back warmly. "But I'd like to take you out again--- I mean, not because...well, you know...  For another date, anyplace you like.  We could do dinner or---"

         "I'd love to come dancing again," she said directly.

         "Yeah...  Yeah, me too."

         As she smoothed her dress down, trying to make herself something approaching presentable again she nodded in agreement. Yes, she thought to herself, Gregory was a really nice guy.  Really nice and really, really fine; he definitely felt and tasted like boyfriend material and tonight had only been the beginning...
       



                                                                                     

INSTALLMENT: 2a

                                                                                   

"The Past Is Prologue..."

         While other teachers were making their way to specified places for exam proctoring, one teacher was herself being tested.

         It was ten in the morning, the central Administration building was, for the moment, quiet.  A deal was being struck.  It hadn't been pretty, it hadn't been civil, but for the most part, it was finally done.

         "What you need to understand, Elizabeth, is that this is an issue of fundamental morality; standards of...ethical behavior are being walked on.  You've acted with total indiscretion and that is completely unacceptable.  Completely."

         Elizabeth glared at the chubby, balding man opposite her at the conference table.      Her hazel-rimmed green eyes flared with the rage simmering inside her.  Aside from the fact she personally found him disgusting, having less appeal than swine in shit, she was also thoroughly pissed off now and he was about to find out just how much.

         "First off, FUCK you and this morality crap, Barry.  I don't know what kind of fool you think I am, but having a pussy has never managed to lower my IQ.  Indiscreet?  ME?!?  Please, I have no idea who snitched but indiscretion is not how I ended up sitting here."

         "Now wait one minute, I'm still your department chairman and--- "

         Elizabeth cut him off like she was doing it with a knife.

         "Whatever, I'm not letting you slap my wrist with this hypocritical bullshit and that's that.  Everyone on this campus knows the score, everyone, the faculty AND the students! Regardless what they're majoring in or what their certificates say when they graduate, SEX is what people are getting degrees in here.  Fucking, fucking, and more fucking..."

         "Out of line!  Out of line!"

         "So yes, I...indulged myself with two boys from my class.  They aren't minors, it was VERY consensual, and beyond that, who's to say who started what?  Am I crying rape because two healthy young men double-teamed me in my office?  No, and neither are they.  Why are you even involving yourself?  Other Professors are just as busy with their extracurricular endeavors if not more and I'll be damned if I let you screw me over because they're men and I'm not."

         "Elizabeth, that's about all that I am going to take from you.  And these...these ALLEGATIONS you're making about your colleagues is simply vindictive and irresponsible!  Now, because your record outside this...incident has been otherwise spotless I will make the reprimand minor, but starting today you will consider yourself on probation for the remainder of the semester and you will be relieved of your teaching duties until further notice."

         "But...!"

         "That is the way it will be, Elizabeth, and if I were you, I'd go along with it quietly.  Now, since you won't have your class for a while, I am assigning you to supervise the Language and Computer lab.  I expect you'll be able to stay out of trouble there."

         Elizabeth just stared silently, barely able to believe it had actually come down this way.  Why her?  Why now?  This wasn't anything new so what about this episode had gotten the wrong person's asshole puckered up...?  She didn't have a clue, but she did know she'd been in a closed space with the smelly lump of flesh that was her "supervisor" for too long.  She rose from the table and headed for the exit without acknowledging him further; he'd already had too much of an impact on her today and it was time to end it.

         "One thing further, Elizabeth.  Perhaps in the future, should there be a future, you might bother to make sure your...partners are SINGLE."

         "Single...?" she asked, brows arched.  Shaking her head as puzzle pieces sought out matches, she left the room tugging the door stiffly shut behind her. 

         Single.  So that was it.  The easiest answer right in front of her and she hadn't even considered it!  That wasn't like her, she made it a point not to miss much of anything, especially where men were concerned.  Setting off down the hall, she was soon outside, merging with the crush of students and trying to figure out how she was going to make this forced ordeal suit her...needs.

         Well, that and how she might best repay the bitch responsible for her...inconvenience.


                                                                                     

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