Chapter 32: Exploring

"That was great," Iris said with a satisfied smile after finishing everything on her plate. "You really are an excellent cook. Thank you for the meal."

"I’m glad you liked it," Arthur replied with a happy smile as he began gathering the plates and carrying them toward the sink.

"Hey, wait. You can leave the dishes to me. You already did the cooking," Iris said, quickly getting to her feet.

"Okay. I’ll leave them to you, then."

"So, how are you feeling, any regrets?" Iris asked while cleaning the plates quickly, her ass looking impossibly sexy in her clothes.

"Not at all," Arthur answered, giving her ass a light smack. "How could anyone regret fucking a beautiful woman like you?"

Iris rolled her eyes, noticing how he was staring at her cleavage again, her boobs bouncing as she moved.

"If you say so." She finished cleaning the plates and cutlery before moving on to the pans. "But we still need to talk about the future..."

As she brought up the subject, Arthur hesitated for a moment and looked down. Everything had happened so quickly that he hadn’t given any of it much thought.

What were his feelings for Iris, anyway? He cared about her deeply. Talking to her had always been easy and fun, and there was no denying that he found her incredibly beautiful. It was difficult to put into words, but was it love? Maybe he wasn’t in love with her yet, but he was certainly falling for her.

And they had just slept together. He had even finished inside her. Shouldn’t he take responsibility for what had happened?

Arthur clenched his fists, feeling insecure for a moment. He wasn’t even sure what Iris’s feelings toward him were.

"Don’t."

Before he could say anything, however, Iris silenced him with another kiss. She had just finished washing the dishes.

Their lips slowly parted, leaving a thin, lingering trail of saliva between them as their passionate gazes met.

"Don’t say that you love me, okay?" she finally said. "If you do, it will be dangerous."

She dried her hands with a dish towel before taking a step back, moving away from the sink and Arthur.

But the man didn’t let her escape. He stepped closer, his hands firmly gripping her waist and pulling her body toward his.

"Why would that be dangerous?" he asked, his lips only inches from hers.

"Because your mother would kill me, and I don’t mean that figuratively." Iris gave him a weak smile. "Besides, I don’t think it would be right."

She placed a hand against his chest and pushed him away firmly, creating some distance between them.

"You’re too young to tie your fate to an older woman like me. You should explore having sex and dates with other girls. You need to learn more."

"Well, you are a teacher, so..." he argued.

"I’m a history teacher, not a life teacher," Iris said, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, you should be more careful. I may look good now, but who knows how I’ll look when I reach my forties or fifties. You should know you’ll be only 30 years old once I become an old 50-year-old lady."

"I’m sure you will still be beautiful," Arthur said with conviction.

"If you say so..." Iris smiled, unconvinced. "My boobs may sag, I can gain weight, and my face will look older. And I would never accept the love confession of someone who barely knows what love is."

"But..."

"No ’buts’, you should enjoy your college years. And I’m not saying we can’t have fun, I actually hope we have a lot of fun, but, again, I can’t stop you from exploring life."

Arthur looked down, thinking about it. At the end of the day, saying yes to what she was proposing didn’t sound bad at all. He still wanted to have his chance with Vanessa, and who knew what other people he might meet along the way.

"Then, at your graduation, if you still think I’m the right woman for you, come to me and tell me what’s on your mind," she concluded. "Until then, explore a little. When the time comes, I’ll listen to you."

"Okay!" he answered with determination.

"Don’t get all serious like that. You’re acting like I just gave you a mission to sleep with women..." she said with a silly smile, but then her eyes widened. "Well... I guess I kind of did, didn’t I?"

Arthur nodded with an ironic smile. "Don’t worry, I promise to fulfill this mission to the best of my abilities."

"Gosh... I have a feeling I might turn you into a manwhore," she teased, her eyes dropping to the obvious bulge beneath the pants he had borrowed from her. "And with that libido of yours, I wonder how much trouble you’ll end up causing."

Still teasing him, she stepped past him, swaying her hips playfully as she made her way toward the sofa.

Iris stretched out across the sofa, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other resting along her stomach. From there she tipped her head back against the cushions and looked at Arthur with a seductive smile.

"Come get your reward, horny stud," she said, voice low and a little husky. "For cooking such a good meal. You’ve earned it."

She opened her mouth wide, tongue resting flat, and held the pose for a moment so he could see exactly what she was offering.

Arthur hesitated. His eyes flicked from her open mouth to the obvious bulge still tenting the borrowed pants. He took one step closer, then stopped.

"Iris... are you sure? Isn’t this dangerous?"

"Go on," she cut in. "Fuck my mouth already. Stop thinking and just do it. I know what I’m doing, so trust me."

Arthur didn’t need any more convincing. He quickly removed his clothes and stepped closer.

Finding the right angle at first took him a few seconds, but once his cock was sliding nicely into her mouth, everything felt easy. Iris gagged just for a second but was able to deepthroat him even from the weird angle.

Very slowly, the boy removed his cock from her mouth, then shoved it inside again, rougher this time.

Iris’s eyes fluttered half-shut as he sank in. But she held still, letting him feel the wet heat of her tongue and the soft pressure of her throat.

And with a grunt of approval, he continued fucking her mouth.

Arthur started slow but accelerated quickly, enjoying the mouth fucking more and more with each thrust.

His hips rolled forward harder as the wet sounds filled the quiet apartment. Iris’s hands stayed relaxed at her sides for a few seconds before one came up to rest lightly on his thigh, not pushing him away, just anchoring herself while he used her.

Arthur’s breathing turned ragged. He gripped the back of the sofa with one hand and the side of her head with the other, thrusting deeper.

Iris’s throat worked around him; spit ran down her chin and onto the collar of her shirt. She made soft, muffled noises but didn’t pull off.

"Fuck, I can’t hold on anymore!" He tried to remove his cock, but Iris grabbed him tight and pushed him to bury his dick deep inside her.

A flood of cum escaped his dick as his hips twitched slightly.

Iris’s eyes watered a little from the force of it, but she kept her mouth open and took every pulse, swallowing what she could while the rest leaked from the corners of her mouth.

Arthur finally pulled free with a wet sound, chest heaving. A thick string of saliva and cum still connected the head of his cock to her lower lip for a second before it broke.

Iris closed her mouth slowly, swallowed once more, then licked the corners of her lips clean. She looked up at him with a satisfied, slightly wicked little smile.

"Mm. Thank you for the second meal of the day," she murmured. "That was great."