Mike & Karen Ch. 05

"I'm just a girl, you know," she pressed. "I ..."

Dammit, don't pause! Know what to say! One of you has to!

"I really think you should come back inside," she said, her voice soft, and actually rather kind. "You signed up for that class; you don't strike me as the quitting type."

"I'm not," he said, his voice deep, making her control a shiver. "I just don't think ... I don't think I should be using you as a subject."

Her next question was possibly the cruelest she had ever asked in her entire life, but she couldn't stop herself. The cold thrill of his possible answer needed to be heard. "Why?"

"I ... don't know if this will make sense, but ... I respect you, Gordon," Mike said finally.

"You respect all women," she pointed out, needing his elaboration. "You're the most respectful man on campus, and everyone knows it. You've demonstrated it countless times in the eight weeks the semester has been going on."

"It's different," he said with difficulty. "You know it is."

"Do I?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Please elucidate, O sage."

"And if I choose not to?" he almost growled. "I'm not in the habit of explaining myself."

She fought the urge to swallow, realizing she was on the verge of going too far. She had to bring the mood back, to soften him again. It wouldn't do for him to feel she was being adversarial. There might have been a friendly, even snarky rivalry between them, but they were not adversaries. No, there was no room in her worldview where this man was her adversary. No no no. Not that.

Maybe an admission was necessary.

She sighed, lowering her head for a moment before looking back up, her expression conciliatory. "I'll be honest, then. I thought I was fully in control of everything. I've nude-modeled before, and it didn't bother me one bit. But the moment I saw you inside that classroom, I got a flush of embarrassment, such a bad one that I thought it might set this dumb sheet on fire."

He raised on eyebrow, although he said nothing, forcing her to continue talking. Damn him.

"It's not that I'm afraid to be naked around you, per se, at least as relates to anyone else," she said, lurching their conversation forward. "It's just that I wasn't expecting ... you to be in there. For anyone else, I could just sit there like a lump, be nude, and let them do their thing. But you changed that dynamic in there for me. I don't know how or why, and you'd better not apologize. No, don't you dare, I see it in you."

He seemed to bite back whatever he'd been about to say.

"Maybe neither of us can answer why this is difficult," she sighed. "You respect me somehow, meaning you run away when I'm nude. The thought of you drawing me nude, made me almost spontaneously combust. Stupid, right?"

"Well, maybe a little ..." he almost chuckled.

"So, here's what we're going to do," she said, reaching out and gently touching his forearm, ignoring the electric thrill of it and praying to God Almighty in His Heaven Above that she didn't get wet! "We're going to go back to that art room. I'm going to sit on my stool, you're going to sit in your chair, you're going to sketch, draw or paint me, and I'm going to get the thirty dollars that the university pays amateur models for a three-hour session. Deal?"

He exhaled and nodded. "You've got a deal, Gordon. Let's do this."

She nodded and turned around, walking back toward the room, trying to keep a giddy swish out of her hips. He followed along behind her, looking right over her head and down the hallway. She stopped in front of the door and waited for him to open it, which he did, and she glided inside, heading back to the middle of the circle of aspiring artists, while he returned to his seat. Everyone was looking at them.

"All's well, I trust, Mister DeBourne?" the professor asked, his eyebrow raised.

"It's been sorted out, professor," Karen interjected, still standing and saving Mike from answering. "Mister DeBourne remembered that our department has a deadline on the algebra for K3 surfaces, and was rushing off to see it attended to, at the expense of his own grade in this class."

"K3 what?" the professor asked, confused.

"I don't think you want me to try and explain Calabi-Yau Manifolds to you right now, sir," she continued. "I was reasonably certain I knew what his problem was, since I'm part of the department as well, and so it made sense for me to chase him down. I promised to help crunch the formulas later tonight, as long as he came back and finished his class here. It's handled, sir."

"Unf, well, all right, then," the man said, obviously accepting the answer. "We only lost three minutes, no big deal. Are we set to continue?"

Everyone nodded.

"Excellent," he declared. "Miss Gordon will disrobe and stand still for a few minutes, as agreed to by her, so that you can see and feel the human dimensions you'll be working with, get a sense of them. Then she will sit, and your piece will begin in earnest. Miss Gordon, are you ready?"

She nodded readily, but inside, she was terrified. A cold chill was giving her goosebumps. Please let everyone think it was the room temperature ...

The professor helped her slip off the linen blanket and she noticed several eyes around the room widening at the sight of her glorious body - her graceful neck, leading down into her shapely shoulders, taut dancer's muscles evident at the joint beneath her creamy skin. Her large, magnificent breasts, standing up because of the strength of her back and outer pectoral muscles; beneath, her tight, toned midriff and sensual waist, then the flare of her womanly hips.

She sensed everyone looking between her legs, at her pussy, many of them astonished. Karen kept herself shaved completely clean, except for a narrow strip of trimmed auburn hair just above. She loved how it looked, how it felt when a breeze kissed her privates, how it felt beneath her clothes, or when another girl was squirming their womanhood against hers, like Lisa did with her almost nightly.

Her supple thighs tapered down into her long, elegant legs and perfect feet. She pivoted slowly, holding her arms out to the side so that people could see not only her toned behind, but her obliques and indeed every corner of her body.

Could they see her heart pounding in her chest?

Was he looking at her? She couldn't look at him right now. She couldn't. She'd forced him to come back into the room and do this, and now she couldn't look at him. Did he think she was a hypocrite?

She risked a glance into the glass front of a cupboard of supplies nearby, looking in his direction - he was indeed staring at her, although she was reasonably certain that he was not aware of her looking back at him right now. Her gaze moved on as her body turned, feeling over a dozen pairs of eyes on her, and only caring about the one. Only excited about the one.

Terrified by the one.

She then sat up slowly on her padded stool, her back straight, her knees pulled together, but slightly offset from one another, and one hand on her lap while the other rested at her side on a corner of the stool. She turned her head and gazed off into the distance, the outside world and blue sky capturing her notice.

Thus began the longest, most terrifying and thrilling three hours of her life.

***

The present:

"There you two are," Karen said as Alex and Alexa walked up, joining her outside one of the lecture halls. Standing with her was an elderly woman, wearing a long white lab coat with many pockets and spectacles balanced on her nose. "This is Professor Lindt. June, this is my younger sister Alli, and my son Alex."

"Ah, yes," she said in a clipped tone, shaking their hands. "Heard about you both from some of my friends over in Linguistics. They said you both did wonderful work for them over the summer."

"I wish our students were that inspired," Karen sighed, looking grim. "Maybe a reward system would spark some interest."

"I have some stickers about theoretical physics," Professor Lindt offered. "Five of them, back in my office."

"Well, you can't know both, now, can you?" quipped Alex, smirking. The elderly woman just stared at him.

"You'll have to forgive my son; he was dropped on his head," Karen said.

"Oh, goodness, that's terrible!" June gasped.

"Yes, it will be," Karen agreed dryly. "Alli, would you be so kind as to stow this rapscallion in my office while I wait on my husband with June, please?"

"As you wish, my lady," giggled Alexa, turning to Alex and pointing at the solid wooden door of her sister's office. "Move it, smart-arse."

Alex hung his head and walked in dejectedly, with his aunt following him and closing the door. She leaned back against it and stifled a giggle. "You're awful, you know that? My poor sissy's going to have no friends left in the department if you keep making physics jokes."

"Hey, I was proud of that one," he replied, grinning as he sat in a large chair. "I thought that was pretty darn good, in fact."

"It is my experience, smarty-pants, that true physicists rarely have a sense of humour about their line of work," she lilted, sauntering over to him and settling down onto his lap, her legs on either side of him and her arms around his shoulders while she looked into his eyes. "Lay scientists, maybe, and students, certainly. And your father, definitely. But physics jokes, especially at their expense, just makes the lifers angry."

"Cry me a river," he sighed, shaking his head and putting his hands on her waist. "Can you imagine how dreary it would be if our profs over in Lingo didn't have a sense of humour about themselves?"

"Maybe, but they can tell jokes in other languages," Alexa mused. "Best these old sad-sacks can do is just buzz at one another in scrap-code."

"My father must drive them utterly insane," Alex chuckled. "Mom's not actually annoyed, she's just keeping up appearances. She can't side with me at their expense."

Alexa, though, was seemingly done with talking, because she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue sought out his and tangled with his. He brought her in closer, so that her magnificent breasts squashed to his chest. It felt so good, and so natural, to have her nestled to him this way, as if it was meant to be. Which of course, it was. This was the universe in balance, for a change.

She shivered as his hands reached up and began fondling her breasts through her shirt, squeezing her just so, and making her warm and moist. Her fingers flexed on his shoulders and she began squirming almost involuntarily on his lap.

"Mmmmm, you want me to just tear your clothes off right and fuck you here, my love?" she whispered in his ear. "Because if you keep molesting me like this, that's what's gonna happen."

"Sounds good," he breathed, kissing and biting her neck, making her shudder. "I've been wanting you all damn day, Alexa."

"You have?" she almost moaned, craning her neck to the side, letting him kiss her and squirming even more heatedly.

"Yes, zek ki angu," he whispered, making her whimper. "You are my beloved." She loved it when he spoke those ancient languages in her ear, as much now as when he spoke to her in French. She was beyond the point of caring to control herself, and reached down to unzip his fly and pull his hardening cock out of his pants. As she was stroking it, Alex was hastily unbuttoning her pants and then making her stand so he could pull them down, followed by almost tearing off her soaked panties.

Unable to wait a second longer, Alexa jammed her mouth against her husband's and squirmed around until her slippery pussy found his throbbing cockhead. She almost trapped it between her netherlips and sank down steadily, groaning in relief as he filled her. They kissed heatedly as she began to move up and down, fucking his cock deep inside herself. Alexa's hands snaked under her shirt and bra to clutch her soft, full breasts and she shook in response. Her fingernails flexed on his shoulder blades.

She rode him steadily, controlling her normally unrestrained passions and not moaning loudly. Even Karen's thick wooden door wouldn't drown that out if people were walking by. This was by no means the first time they'd made love in her sister's office, far from it - but they'd never been so daring with so many people around.

"Mmmmm, Alex ..." she murmured through the kiss, squeezing his shaft with her eager slit. He felt so good, throbbing inside her, so perfect - like nothing she'd ever known before. They grappled onto one another as she writhed in his lap, her pussy now making very wet sounds as he invaded her. Unreal warmth was flushing over her, the heavenly tingling building in her core and spreading out. She was almost floating, and she could feel his cock swelling, pushing apart her walls as he prepared to cum in her.

Alex pulled her tight against him and she arched her back and craned her neck, her golden hair spilling over his knees as she fought to not scream. Her frothing pussy clenched him savagely as he began pumping his pearly cum deep inside her. She gyrated and ground with abandon on his lap, whimpering instead of crying out loudly. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them as she leaned into him. Alex bit her shoulder to control his moan.

The lovers collapsed into the chair, panting and trembling as the last waves of unreal pleasure washed over them. Alex's thick, sticky cum almost bound her to him, which was fine, since neither showed any interest in moving. Alexa was breathing heavily, her entire body floating somewhere. Her sapphire eyes fluttered open, looking into his. Glassy with contentment, they expressed her endless love for him, in ways no mere words could. Her fingers came up and touched his lips, caressing them gently.

"Every person on earth could come marching in right now, and I wouldn't care one whit," she whispered to her husband. "There is no shame or embarrassment in my love for you, Alex."

He smiled and rubbed his nose against hers, making her scrunch her face and giggle. "I'd fight 'em all, no question. You and me, against the whole world. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair."

They kissed again, with Alexa still rocking up and down slowly on his lap, milking the last of his cum into herself, where it belonged. The perfection of this moment, like so many of their others, could never be overstated. She flexed her cheeks each time she went up, squeezing him inside her, while moaning into her mouth. Finally, she felt him relax and begin to slowly soften, and she settled gently on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder.

Not surprisingly, the office door opened, and in walked Karen, followed by her hulking husband. She'd made it as far as her desk, before she noticed them and paused, simply staring. If Alex and Alexa were aware of them, they were too tired and contented to care, because they simply didn't react.

"Millennials," Karen sighed finally, shaking her head as she looked at them. "No impulse control. We weren't even outside for ten minutes, you two."

"Impulse control is overrated," purred Alexa, turning her head to smile at her sister, her deep sapphire eyes still heavy-lidded. Her ass was perfectly visible, as was no doubt her pussy, split apart by and still impaled on Alex's cock. "Impulse control gets in the way of happy."

"She's got you there, Kar," Mike mused, smirking at his wife. "I had you bent over this very desk not eight hours ago."

"Don't tell them that," Karen hissed, shooting him a look while Alexa giggled. "If you tell them, they'll think they won! Now I have to Scotchgard that damn chair again."

"Why do you even keep it in here if you don't want it used for this?" Alexa asked saucily.

"That's exactly why it's in here," Mike replied. "But usually it's just for her and I to -- oof!"

"That'll be enough out of you, Quisling," Karen muttered, pulling her elbow out of his ribs. "They'll be in our damn bed next, defiling that when we're not looking."

"Nooooooo," Alexa replied, shaking her head. Her face was still flushed and shining with her exertions. "Still lots and lots and lots of surfaces in the house to violate before we make it that far. I promise, sissy, your bed'll be last."

"Oh, it ab-so-lutely will be the last place you make love, little sister, I assure you," said the auburn beauty, nodding and making Alexa snicker. "It'll be the last place you two ever do anything, in fact."

"Ooh, Alex, I think your mom will kill you if she finds you drilling me in her bed ..." Alexa whispered to her husband, wiggling on his lap.

"I'll just make another child," Karen confirmed. "Make another one, and then I'll tell him what an idiot the last one was."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I've already melted his brain right now," said the blonde girl, kissing his nose. "Mine too, actually. You two might wanna occupy yourselves for a minute or two with your nerdy science tomes while I clean my husband up ..."

Karen and Michael busied themselves with arranging some books on the shelves while Alexa sighed as she slowly pulled herself off Alex's cock, which now flopped limply on his leg. She giggled as she knelt and then took his member into her mouth, cleaning him off. She couldn't help but notice that his jeans had very obvious dark, sticky spots all over them from her cum.

"Hm," she mused, frowning, and causing Alex to look down dazedly at his own lap. "Didn't quite think that one through, did we?"

"Awww," Karen said in a sweet-sarcastic tone, gazing at the young lovers with her hands clasped together. "My little boy's first walk of shame through campus. They grow up so quickly ..."

"Har-har, sissy," Alexa muttered. "I know, I know, 'unthinking millennials,' right? Looks like my jeans are pretty gooped up too. Guess it's a double walk of shame. And here I thought we'd last at least one semester before we accidentally outed ourselves as a couple. The first day hasn't even ended yet."

"Luckily for you, Generation X learned to think ahead," Mike declared, going over to a closet in the far wall and opening the door. He rummaged around for some seconds before backing out, now holding two pairs of jeans. "Here you go."

Alexa frowned slightly in confusion as she took the proffered pants and looked at them, checking the measurements. "They're even the right sizes," she said, looking up at her sister and brother-in-law. "How did you -- "

"We know your sizes, of course," Karen said, shrugging. "And once we knew you were a couple, and that we'd been leaving you two working here together over the summer, it seemed like a perfectly sensible precaution, because this situation here was bound to happen now, wasn't it?"

Alexa sighed, bowing to the inexorable logic of her older sister and her mighty husband. She almost felt outsmarted, but in truth, she should have been grateful for their foresight. Silly millennial.

"Thanks, Kar," she said almost sheepishly. "I appreciate it. I guess we do have a small issue with impulse control."

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more pairs of jeans in that closet for the two of you," Karen replied casually while flipping through a textbook. She didn't see the look her little sister shot her before sighing and standing. Alexa turned around to ask her a question, but Karen had already absently reached into her purse and fished out a tiny black thong, tossing it to her.

"It's one of mine, but I doubted you'd care, right? Got some sani-wipes in the little drawer on your right there, of course ..."

Alexa squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before looking at Mike. The titan man just wrinkled his nose and shook his head.