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Tight Fit Too

Part VI

It hardly came as a surprise to me. It wasn’t anything more than a stupid form letter, but like I said, it was hardly a surprise to me.

I was being kicked out for lack of academic integrity. I guess that’s what they call it when they think you’re fucking the professors.

The bad part about it was since the dorms were for students only, I was being told that I would have to leave there as well.

Claire was beside herself with glee. She’d done it. She’d gotten me kicked out and not only had she gotten me kicked out of school but she’d gotten me kicked out of the dorms as well. As far as she was concerned, things couldn’t have gone any better.

“What are you going to do?” Amanda asked.

We were having drinks at the pub. She wasn’t such a bad girl once you got to know her. “I don’t know,” I said.

“Can you reapply to the university?” she asked.

“You mean here?”

She nodded.

“In a couple of years,” the letter said, “but come on. Even if I reapplied, do you think they’d really take me?”

“Probably not.”

“And even if they did, I’d have to figure out something to do in the short term.”

“Yeah.”

“So even if they were going to take me back, I’d probably have moved on from there.”

“What about other universities?”

“It’s an idea but it’s the same problem.”

“The same problem?”

“We really like your application,” I said as if I was imitating some unknown administrator, “but why are you leaving your current university, and oh by the way, can we get your transcripts.”

“Oh yeah. That probably wouldn’t work. So um, so what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea.”

Neither did Amanda, it seemed, or at least it seemed like she didn’t have anything by the time we left the pub.

I called Bill up and I told him what had happened. “What are you going to do?” he asked.

Why did everyone keep asking me that? I had no idea what I was going to do. “I don’t know,” I told him.

“You gotta place to stay?”

“Not yet.”

“You do now,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to come stay with me.”

“Are you sure?” I asked even though I was elated with the offer.

“Of course I’m sure.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

I almost thought I could hear him chuckle over the phone line. “It’s not an imposition,” he said. “I want you here.”

“If you’re sure—”

“Heather, come on. You’ve got nowhere else to go.”

I had to admit it. Bill was right about that. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll take it.”

“When can you be here?”

“Be here?”

“When can you move your stuff in?”

“I can move in whenever you want,” I told him. “The sooner the better because they pretty much want me out of here now.”

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Sure. Can you bring your stuff over tonight?”

“Tonight? Of course. I can bring them over whenever you want.”

“I get home from work around 5:30. You can come over any time after that and then maybe after we’re done getting you moved in, maybe we can go out to get a bite to eat.”

“I’d like that,” I said.

“So how about you give me a call when you’re ready to come on over, just to make sure I’m around.”

“I’ll do that,” I assured him.

I gave him a little time to get home so I didn’t call right at 5:30. In fact, it was probably closer to six when I called. “Is it okay if I brought my stuff over?” I asked.

“I was wondering when you were going to call,” he said. “Yeah sure. You can go ahead and bring it over whenever you want.”

I didn’t really have all that much stuff so it wasn’t that hard to load up the car and cart everything over there and besides, I’d managed to get some of the boys in the dorm to help me out. I can be rather persuasive, you know, when I need help. But anyway, it wasn’t all that much later when Bill and me were unloading my car.

“I don’t have a separate bedroom, you know,” Bill said, “so we’re going to be sharing the same bed.”

Well, of course, I thought. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Should we try it out,” Bill said.

“Try what out?”

“Should we try out the sleeping arrangements.”

“We’ve already done that before,” I reminded him.

“But not with you living here.”

“How’s that make it different?” I asked.

“It might not,” Bill said, “but we should make sure.”

“You’re right,” I said. “We should make sure.”

Bill could see I was definitely getting with the program. “What do you normally wear to bed?” he asked.

“Normally? Just a t-shirt. Sometimes pajamas.”

“But not what you’re wearing now?”

“No, of course not. This isn’t what I wear to bed.”

“So you ought to take off your clothes.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Well, let’s see it.”

I loved the way this was going. I stood in front of Bill and I slowly removed my top as I shook my body in front of him as if to some unheard music. Next came my bra and suddenly I was naked from the waist up. “How’s this?” I asked.

“Fine, so far, but you don’t wear your skirt to bed, do you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then you should take that off, too.”

“Why, of course,” I said and without further ado, I stripped off my skirt.

“Do you wear your tights to bed?”

“No. Not really.”

“But you could.”

“Sure. I suppose I could.”

“Why don’t we see how that would look.”

I knelt on the bed. I knew Bill was looking at me and I knew it was making me hot. I wiggled my butt for him. I turned my head to look back at him. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “but you know, I think I should get ready for bed, too.”

“I think you should,” I agreed.

Bill quickly removed all of his clothes.

“Is that the way you normally go to bed?” I asked.

“It is now,” he said.

“Oh goody.”

“Let’s get under the covers.”

“Okay.”

I loved the way this was going and almost as soon as Bill and I had gotten under the covers, my hand just seemed to find its way to Bill’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

“You like that?”

“Oh yeah.”

“You want me to keep doing this?”

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “No wait. No.”

“No?”

“No. I want you to turn around.”

“Turn around?”

“With your back towards me.”

Oooh. I liked the way this was going and almost as soon as I’d done it, I could feel Bill’s hand on my thigh and his cock pressed up against my butt.

“I like you this way,” he said.

“I like it, too.”

“But I like you better this way.”

He was ripping my tights and I could feel him sliding between my legs and I couldn’t help but moan as I felt his cock slide between my legs.

“I’ll bet you like this, too.”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned.

“Oh yeah,” Bill said. “Oh yeah. I think this is going to work just fine.”

“You think so,” I taunted.

He stuck me with his cock even harder. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think so.”

I didn’t even bother to say anything I just laid there and let Bill fuck me and you know what? It felt great.

“Oh fuck,” Bill groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”

“I want you to,” I told him. “I want to feel it in my pussy.”

Bill groaned but this time with an even better reason because this time, I could feel him giving it to me right where I wanted it.

“Oh geez, yeah,” I moaned. “Oh geez yeah. I love it when you cum in my pussy.”

Bill didn’t say anything. He just buried himself between my legs as he unloaded himself inside me.

Finally though, he pulled out. “You know what?” he said.

“What?”

“I think this going to work out just fine.”

“Yeah well, you know what?” I said.

“What?”

“I think you’re right. I think this is going to work just fine.”

Bill was great for letting me stay with him but I knew that no matter what, I had to start pulling my own weight. I mean, I knew I could probably count on Bill to spot me some cash but I didn’t want to have to rely on it.

The problem, of course, was that was easier said than done. Where the hell was I going to go to get some cash?

I thought maybe I’d get a job at the pub off campus. The place was always packed and it seemed as if they were always looking for help.

I went in in the middle of the day figuring that was when they’d be the least busy. I walked right up to the bartender. “I’d like to get a job,” I said.

The guy looked me up and down. He was a punk rocker type. You know the type. Spiked hair and an earring and definitely not my type. Well, not usually my type, unless of course I was really horny and then just about anything was my type.

I’m not sure what kind of a decision he’d come to from his appraisal but in the end, the decision wasn’t his to make. “You want a job,” he said, you got to talk to the boss.”

“Okay. Where’s the boss then?”

“He’s out.”

“Okay. When’s he going to be back?”

“I don’t know.”

Apparently, the bartender wasn’t much of a talker. “I really need a job,” I told him.

“And I told you, you got to wait for the boss.”

“Well, can you tell me if you have any openings?”

“Maybe,” he said.

“Maybe you can tell me, or maybe you have some openings?”

“Maybe.”

This was getting tiresome. “Do you have any say at all in who gets hired here?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“So is there anything I can do that would convince you that I’m the person you should want to hire?”

“Like what?”

This guy was really starting to annoy me. I shouldn’t have to tell him what he wanted but apparently, I was going to have to tell him. “I’ll do anything,” I said. “I really need a job.”

“The boss will be back soon.”

“I know but we’re not talking about him. We’re talking about you.”

“Yeah, but—”

I stepped around and behind the bar.

“Hey, you’re not allowed back here,” he said.

“I know but if we were working together ...”

“You still wouldn’t be allowed back here.”

“But just think what I could do for you.”

“Like what?”

Was he serious? I let my hand stroke the front of his jeans and I realized there was at least one part of him that was totally serious.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I think you know what I’m doing,” I told him as I extracted his cock.

“Oh geez.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I told him, “but I’ll bet you want to fuck me with this, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.”

Finally, I thought. Finally, he was making sense. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

I turned away from him and I pulled up my skirt. “Look at my ass,” I told him. “You’ve already got your cock out. Does this give you any ideas?”

“Um, yeah.”

“So don’t just stand there,” I told him. “Do what you want to do.”

“Um, okay.”

I still wasn’t sure if he got what I was suggesting until I finally felt his hands pulling down my tights and his cock sliding in between my legs.

“Oh yeah,” I purred as he started to fuck me. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Mmm, Dale.”

“Well, Dale, I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you the advantages of you and I working together, do I? I mean, if we’re working together, this can be something that’s mutually beneficial to the both of us.”

“Mmm.”

Dale obviously wasn’t much of a talker but then talking wasn’t really what I needed from him. “You like fucking me, don’t you, Dale?”

“Mm hmm.”

“You’re fucking me harder, Dale. That must mean you like me.”

“Yeah.”

“It must mean you want to spend more time with me.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll bet you’re going to cum in me, aren’t you, Dale.”

“Yeah.”

“And when you do, I’m sure it will be obvious just how much you want me to work here, won’t it, Dale?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you to cum for me, Dale. I want you to fill my pussy up.”

Dale groaned but almost as if on command, his cock did exactly what I wanted it to, and in that instant, Dale was filling me up.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, Dale?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re going to tell your boss you really want me working here. Isn’t that right, Dale?”

“Yeah.”

“And if you do, we can fuck a whole lot more. You want that, don’t you, Dale?”

“Yeah.”

Needless to say, after that, I got the job and I was sure Dale played no small part in that, and true to my word, even if Dale wasn’t exactly my type, I made sure he was rewarded on a regular basis for his going to bat for me.

I’d been working one of my regular shifts there at the pub and I hadn’t really noticed him come in, or rather I had but I’d only noticed him as just another guy. It was only as I stepped up to the table where the man was seated that I finally got a good look at him. Mid-thirties, brown hair. He had a thoughtful look about him. Even if this hadn’t been a college town, one might have pegged him as a professor.

“You’re Professor Henderson,” I said.

He looked at me without recognition but then why should he recognize me. After all, contrary to what the campus bigwigs might have thought, to him, all I was was another student to him. “I was a professor,” he said. “Do I know you?”

“I took one of your classes,” I said.

He nodded as if that explanation covered everything.

“You said you were,” I prompted.

“Were?”

“You said you were Professor Henderson?”

The man nodded. “Ah yes, that. One of my students. The ...” he paused and I had the feeling he was changing what it was he’d really wanted to say ... “the girl said I had sex with her. The administration believed her and they put me on academic suspension.

I could feel my stomach drop. He was talking about me, of course, except I hadn’t actually done it. It was all Claire’s fault but I couldn’t tell him that. “So, um, so what are you going to do?” I asked.

He grinned. “For the moment, at least, I’m going to have a beer and I’m not going to worry about it.”

I took his cue and I took his order and then I went away to fetch his drink.

“So,” he said when I returned. “You said you were one of my students?”

I nodded.

“So did you like it?”

“Did I like what?”

“Did you like your class?”

Oh my God, I thought. Professor Henderson had a hand on the inside of my leg and he was running it slowly up and down the inside of my leg.

“Did you?” he asked again. “Did you like my class?”

“Uh huh.” It was getting hard to think with the way that hand was stroking my leg.

“You know, I couldn’t do this if you were one of my students.”

“Uh huh,” I moaned.

“But I can do it now.”

Yeah,” I moaned. Oh geez. Was he just playing with me or did he really know how wet he was making me.

“You seem to be enjoying this.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Is it making you wet?”

“Huh? What?”

“Is it making you wet?” the man asked. “Is it making you wet what my hand is doing to your leg?”

“Yeah. You’re making me so wet.”

“I can tell and you know what?”

“What?”

“I’d really like to slide my hand up under that short, little skirt of yours.”

I couldn’t help but moan.

“Is that what you want?”

“I could lose my job,” I whimpered.

“But that wasn’t what I asked. I asked if you wanted it, too?”

I couldn’t help myself. “Yes,” I answered.

“That’s all I wanted to know. What time do you get off work?”

“What?”

“What time do you get off work?”

It was so hard to concentrate with what that hand was doing to me. “I, um, I get off in thirty minutes,” I said.

“Fine. I’ll be here, and after that ...”

I waited.

“Good. I’ll be here and after that, we can go to my place.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

He withdrew his hand. “Thirty minutes,” he said.

I was finally able to think again. What the hell had I just agreed to and yet I knew it didn’t matter. I already knew I was going to do what he wanted.

Thirty minutes later, I ended my shift and Professor Henderson was there just like he said he’d be. “You ready to go?” he asked.

I nodded.

He led me out to the parking lot and out to his car. We got in. He drove and along the way, he let a hand slide between my legs and I couldn’t help but moan.

He just grinned and he pulled his hand back. “Soon,” he promised.

I don’t know what it was about him but he just seemed to know how to push my buttons. I was so fucking turned on.

It didn’t take long to get to his place and then he was leading me inside his apartment building. In the elevator and up to the third floor and suddenly, we were there.

He let us into the apartment and he had me go first. “Stop,” he told me as soon as we were in the door and of course, I did exactly what he told me to do.

He was standing behind me and I could hear him closing the door to the apartment and still, I hadn’t moved.

He’d turned around and I could feel his hands stroking my ass through my skirt.

“I’ll bet you like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He pulled my skirt up and suddenly, he was stroking my tights against my wet, little pussy. “I’ll bet you like this even better.”

“Yes,” I moaned again.

“You need to get fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned yet again.

“Maybe you want this,” he said.

I couldn’t help but gasp when he ripped my tights open but I could feel him pushing his fingers in past the rips and the tears and I could feel his fingers against my pussy. How did he know that I wanted that?

“What about it?” he asked.

“I love it,” I gushed.

“Maybe you want this.”

Oh my God. I could feel his cock as he stroked me from behind and I couldn’t help but moan as I felt it.

“Well?”

“I love it,” I told him. “I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me hard.”

“I kind of thought you might want that.”

Damn, I must have been hornier than I thought because already my pussy was right there on the edge. Geez, I was going to cum.

“Yeah, I can tell you like this.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I started to cum. “Oh fuck. That’s good.”

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Then tell me something. Why did you get me kicked out?”

“What?”

“Oh come on. You don’t think I didn’t know who you were, did you?”

That was exactly what I’d thought.

He still had his cock in my pussy and he gave my cunt a good, hard jab with his cock just to make sure he had my attention. “I’m talking here,” he said.

“Uh huh.”

“Did you tell the administration that you and I had fucked?”

“How did you know about that?” I asked even as his cock continued to ream me out.

“Did you think I didn’t know who you were?” he asked. “How stupid do you think I am?”

“I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“So answer the question then. Did you tell the administration that we’d fucked?”

“No,” I groaned. “I would never do that.”

“Oh you wouldn’t, would you? Then who did?”

“It was my roommate,” I moaned as his cock continued to fuck me. “It was my roommate Claire.”

“Yeah, and why would she do that?”

“She hates me,” I moaned.

“Yeah? Why does she hate you?”

“She hates me because I fucked her dad.”

“Did you really do it?”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Are you going to make me cum, Professor Henderson?”

“I told you. I’m not a professor anymore.”

“You still are to me.”

“Yeah well ... so you’re telling me it’s all your roommate’s fault?”

“Yes.”

“I believe you,” he said finally.

That was good but what did that mean?

“I believe you,” he said again, “and because of that, I think you’ve earned your reward.”

I was about to ask him what he meant by that when I felt his cock coming after me and suddenly, I knew what he meant. “Fuck me,” I moaned even though I knew it wasn’t needed. “Fuck me.”

“You just want to get fucked, don’t you,” the man groaned. “That’s all you want.”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re going to get exactly what you want.”

I might have asked him what he meant by that but really, what was the point. He was fucking me harder and I knew just what he was going to do. I couldn’t help but moan. “Make me cum,” I moaned. “Do it. Make me cum.”

He was going to do that. I already knew that. In fact, I was already right there. I was right on the edge.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and even as I felt my pussy clench down on his cock, I could feel it happening. He was cumming inside me and it felt so fucking good.

“Damn,” the professor said when he was done.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Did you like fucking me, Professor Henderson?”

“I told you. I’m not a professor anymore.”

“You could have fooled me,” I said.

“Yeah, what’s that supposed to mean?”

I couldn’t help but feel the cum oozing from between my legs. I looked back at him and I stroked my fingers between my legs. “It means you’re still teaching me new things.”

Professor Henderson smiled. “I’m not so sure about that,” he said. “I don’t think I didn’t teach you anything you didn’t already know, but thank you.”

“Thanks for what?”

“Thanks for not being the one who got me in trouble.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said and again, I felt his cum between my legs. It really was my pleasure, in more ways than one.