3rd Person
Dixie's Christmas came early this year. Noah Beck was the best gift she got. They've been having a lot of fun, but let's not forget about the downsides. It was becoming increasingly difficult to come up with excuses for her numerous "tutoring sessions" that she didn't require, but they got it out, and let's hope it stayed that way.
Graduation was in March, so she only has two months and a few weeks to prepare for it as well as her final examinations. She was prepared to finish these examinations with the support of Noah, her family, Kate, and Halley. Dixie was focused and motivated to succeed on these tests. Everyone had faith in her, and she, above all, had faith in herself.
Noah, on the other hand, was reaching the point where he would have to make a decision, and he had yet to tell Dixie about it. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of Italy, but he didn't know how to bring it up. He had to find a way one way or the other. It was a difficult situation to deal with. He spent evenings at his desk trying to plot out the answer, but it wasn't one that could be used. To make this decision, he had to employ both his emotions and his brains in equal measure. He couldn't have both, as much as he want both; he had to choose between the promotion and the girl, which added to his stress.
It was a lovely, sunny Tuesday morning, and what's not to like about Tuesdays? They has a public meeting in the hall because three new students were joining them and needed to be officially introduced. Some students purposefully arrived late to avoid a long, dull lecture in the hot auditorium, while others simply hid on campus. Those like Dixie, on the other hand, were punctual and sat through the tedious lectures.
Dixie arrived at school but had not yet seen Noah. She wondered if he was late for work or if he was at his office. He walked in the room looking as crisp and fine as ever as she grabbed the phone to SMS him. It made her happy to know that man was all hers, and she couldn't take her gaze away from him. Kate had to repeatedly shake her out of her stupor.
"Good day, students. I'll be brief because I know you have examinations and grades to submit. However, we have three unexpected international students joining us."He motioned for the three to walk up to the podium.
"James Wright, Richard Nicholson and Sophia Bennett. These 3 students will be going the following classes. Dr. Beck's psychology, Mrs. Smith Literature class, Dr. Harris's Histroy class and Mr. Manager's English class."
Richard was recognized by Dixie. He was one of her old Connecticut friends. They were constantly snapping and occasionally catching up. She was thrilled to see him and learn that he would be attending their school, but she was worried that Noah's jealousy, or as he puts it, "protectiveness," might get in the way. She rose to talk to Richard after Principal Williams finished his concluding words.
"Are you happy to see me here Dix Dix?"
"Richard!" She exclaimed, "Hello," she said as they hugged sweetly.
"Hey Dixie. You're missed back In Connecticut."
"I missed you, too," she responded. "We talk all the time, and you didn't say anything about this."
"Surprise!"
"I hate you, but come on, we need to go to psychology first. Dr. Beck isn't the most understanding teacher," she said and they walked off.
They walked into psychology class with their elbows locked and smiles bright. There was always an empty chair beside her so she told him to sit there.
"Good morning, students; we have three new students today. Would you three like to introduce yourself?"
After the first two, it was Richard's time. Dixie thought it was cool how they all came from different parts of the world, so learning and hearing about their cultures, as well as the accents of the other two new students, was fascinating. She was scared that Noah might be offended by Richard's introduction because he is prone to being dramatic and over-the-top.
"I'm Richard Wright, 22 and I lived in Connecticut and moved to LA on a football scholarship."
"Wow, what's impressive Mr. Wright. Are you familiar with anyone in the class?"
"Um yeah actually, I know Dixie. She and I have been friends for a few years. She's the sweetest girl."
He probably should've kept that ending thought to himself. Noah instantly silenced him and turned away from the class. Dixie was well aware of what that meant, and she couldn't say she blamed him. Richard was acting as though he and Dixie were in some sort of relationship when they were far from it.
"With that done, we'll discuss psychology in men's behavior in today's lesson. All of the material we've covered so far has been emailed to the three new persons."
The class went on very well but it was seen that Noah wasn't pleased at Richard's arrival. Was he jealous? Probably but it was for good reason. Though no labels, he and Dixie were exclusive to each other. She was his and he didn't exactly like sharing.
"This is our final topic before exams. It will take 3 weeks to be completed and then you final exam prep should begin. No homework today."
They were overjoyed. It wasn't unusual, but he was more preoccupied with considering the job offer than with handing them homework.
"Richard, I'm going to talk with the professor, so I'll get back to you in a minute."
He became irritated and gave the lecturer a filthy look. This was not going to go well. Before approaching him, Dixie double-checked that the coast was clear. The intimacy in the room grew thicker as she walked up to him and lovingly grabbed his face.
Approaching Noah, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, baby, I'm good," says Noah. He pushed it to the side, but he knew it was killing him.
"I love when you call me baby; it makes me feel good, but don't lie to me. Tell me," she muttered gently.
He hesitantly said, "You just- I don't like your friend that's all."
"You and I might not be labeled, but don't worry about him, okay babe?"
"He gives me the creeps, and he stared at you the whole lecture," Noah grumbled.
"Noah, you stare at me through everything, but don't worry, it'll be fine."
"I'm suppose to stare at you," he argued.
"You're so difficult."
"Do you have a class right now?"
"No," she said, relieved, "I'm free until the end of the day, Why?"
He smirked and tugged on her shirt, saying, "Let's go back to my office."
"Aren't you supposed to be marking papers?" she grumbled.
"I'd much rather fuck my girl instead," he muttered in her ear, stooping down to her level.
Her body shook when he spoke . "Let's go," she said, laughing, and they walked to the office. Even though the stakes were high, they couldn't and wouldn't keep their hands off each other.
Noah allowed Dixie to enter the office ahead of him in order to avoid arousing further suspicion. While he pretended to take a detour, Dixie went into the office and waited for him. The only thing on her mind was how much she'd cum today and if she'd be able to walk the rest of the way.
Noah
As I entered my office, there was enough space for us to do what I had in mind. It goes without saying that I am not too fond of that young man. I could tell he really wanted my girl, but she wasn't for grabs.
As I stepped in, my desk was facing me, and she was standing in front of it. She looked pissed at me and I didn't give a fuck. I came up to her and pushed her against the desk so she was practically sitting on it as I walked up to her. She made a protesting noise before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulled me deeper into a kiss that told her all I wanted to do.
As I slipped my tongue past hers and massaged the inside of her mouth with my thick tongue, I could feel her body fall slack. As I felt the flutters in my stomach and the shiver down my spine, I was filled with joy. I kissed her passionately, caressing every inch of her mouth, her plump lips, and every other part of her I could reach. Being near her gave me butterflies, which was unusual for me.
She pulled her legs up and circled my butt with her calves as I slid my hands from around her back to caress her breast and hips. I broke away from the kiss to go down on my knees and lift her onto her desk, groaning. I pushed her skirt back and began to stroke her clit with my tongue as she caressed my head and released a wetness I quickly licked up.
I hissed, "You like it when I eat your pussy on my office desk, don't you?"
"I do," she murmured quietly, trying not to be too loud.
I didn't give it a second thought that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I couldn't stop thinking about her silky flesh in my mouth. Her moans grew louder as I made a scoop with my tongue and buried it as deep as I could in her pussy. I felt tingles as she yanked at my hair and twisted and twirled my tongue into her wetness. Trying to get me to stay put, in one place.
"Oh my god," she cried, her head falling back from the pleasure's intensity and magnitude.
The place that sent her over the edge of ecstasy and caused her to drive her claws into my shoulders. With one hand, I reached up and gently pinched her nipple, while with the other, I massaged her ass cheek. When I felt the flow of her orgasm leak down my chin, I moved my tongue out of her hole and licked her clit till she almost squirmed off the desk, my tongue still deep in her pussy. As she stood there leaning on her elbows, I stood up and removed my pants, expecting the pleasure that was to come. As she watched me, she massaged her pussy.
I locked my sight on her as I began stroking my dick and stepped inside her open legs, almost losing control when I felt her tightness. This happens all the time, and I'm never used to it. Dixie wrapped her legs around my hips, and I felt like I was going into heaven. I stroked long and slow, holding her hips. I lifted her from the desk and stood with her on my dick riding me and moaning and grinding, the sensations of her pulsating pussy causing my skin to tingle and my toes to curl under the pants that rested on them.
With each squeeze, I imagined her muscles contracting, and with each pump, she tightened her grip on me, attempting to draw me closer. I took it to mean she needed me to go deeper, so I raised her up and down on my dick as we stood near the desk, she riding me to finish and me doing everything I could not to come.
I managed to hold our balance as her wetness streamed around my dick and puddled in my hairs as I stroked hard. I pushed her back against the desk and stepped out of her, twisting her around so she was bending over the desk.
"Do you like it when I fuck you from behind on my desk? Huh little whore?" I asked. I was well aware that nasty words drove her insane.
"Yes, fuck me," she responded, her voice sounding more like a moan than a statement.
"I know," I said with a smile.
As I stood behind her, I had to take a big breath since the image was so enticing. Reaching around, I pumped and rode her ass checks, slapping and massaging the cheeks as I pumped in and out till I couldn't hold back any longer and released deep into her pussy as she yelled out loud and I grunted, the sound muffled by her neck.
Our orgasms were possibly heard in the hallways, but neither of us cared. I took a step back, flopping out of the puddle that had formed in our cum. She fell to her knees and grabbed my flaccid dick into her mouth as I stepped back. As I felt the blood return to my penis and my erection fill her mouth, I felt a tightness in my toes. My moans could now be heard, but she continued to suck and lick my dick, and I rose to my toes as an orgasm crept over my body and shook me to my core.
While struggling to regain my balance, I lost my footing. It wasn't the first time I didn't release sperm during an orgasm, but this time the orgasm was all I could think about. As I saw her stand and take her skirt down, I had to recover myself from the flood of pleasure that had washed over me. We exchanged smiles as I drew up my pants, went into her embrace, and kissed slowly, like if our tongues were fatigued. In each other's arms, we gathered our breath.
I caressed her body and whispered, "You are perfect."
She remarked, "This was hot," and added, "we should fuck in offices more often."
"Perhaps," I joked.
"I need clothes because these are ruined," she expressed her displeasure.
"Wait," I said as I approached the coat closet. I always had spare clothes there, and today, luckily, one of her jeans was folded in the corner, ready and available for her to wear.
"Thank you," she said with a smile before getting dressed and cleaned up.
•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•
"Come here, baby," Noah shouted out to Dixie. Since their earlier office session, they've been sitting in the office for the majority of the day. Dixie was studying and checking on social media while Noah was grading exams.
She moved up to his lap and straddled him after getting up from the office couch. "What's up?" she inquired, her gaze falling on his.
"Do you want to leave now?" he asked, gently kissing her neck.
"Yes," she replied, "but first I'd like to get some food, and then we can go to your house."
"We won't be able to hang out tonight," he nervously laughed.
She hissed at him, "It's clear to me that you'll never want to see, touch, or taste my pussy again." When Dixie didn't get what she wanted, which was to spend time with Noah, she became extremely dramatic.
He chuckled and said, "Calm down."
"Why we can't hang tonight?"
"I have to go because it's Matt's birthday and my parents are hosting a dinner for him; I won't be able to see you tonight."
She laughed, "Can I come?" Given that Matt is her principal, Dixie understood that would be a major risk.
"I'd love to take you, but Matt is your principal, and our relationship isn't exactly the safest," he warned.
"I know, I know," she repeated over and over. She sighed, "I'll just miss you."
"Don't worry, I'll miss you too, but you can still text me as long as you don't say anything risky." He warned, "I can't be getting hard-ons around my parents."
She laughed and said, "Deal." Dixie rose from his lap and began gathering her belongings. Noah tossed his keys to her, signaling that she should start the car because he'll be outside soon.
She walked out of the office with a large grin on her face. As she was closing the door, she accidentally bumped into someone.
She whispered uncomfortably, "I'm very sorry- oh hi Richard." He gave her a puzzled and perplexed expression. She'd completely forgotten that she was supposed to visit him after class.
He questioned passively, "Hey Dixie, where were you?" She was well aware that she had "stood him up", but she couldn't understand why he was speaking to her in such a derogatory manner.
She gulped and said, "I was with Dr. Beck."
"For four hours?"
"No, I went to him after class and then went to the library to finish up some stuff, and he emailed me to get my research paper back," she explained, her voice trembling. Dixie didn't want to lie, but she also didn't want anyone to know.
"Oh," he says, his voice wavering with surprise. Richard didn't believe her, but he wasn't going to question anything until he had further evidence.
She hurriedly answered, "Yeah, but I've got to go now, so bye." This was the closest she'd ever been to being caught, yet she didn't seem to mind as much as she should have. She didn't want anyone to find out, but what would they do if they did? Are they going to arrest two adults who are dating? It made little sense to her, but she recognized the potential harm it could inflict on Noah.
Noah left the office a little later and walked up to Dixie. Richard stood there watching as he walked out, his face lit up with a smile identical to Dixie's.
Richard turned away, whispering to himself, "Something's fishy." His thoughts weren't wrong; they just weren't his concern. He had no business or authority to investigate her relationships as if he were a private investigator.