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  They made it as far as the upstairs hall before he grabbed her and took her down onto the smooth wood floor. Carin parted her legs so wide her skirt hiked up to her hipbones and her pointed toes almost touched the walls on either side. She pulled her thong out of the way as Justin bowed his head between her legs. She watched as he began tonguing her pussy, base to tip.

  “Telling a stranger you like to swallow might make him excited, don’t you think?” he asked, looking up at her.

  “I didn’t mean to make him—”

  “I bet he liked knowing that about you.”

  “Yeah…”

  “He wanted your mouth?”

  “Oh…Jussin. That feels so good!”

  “He wanted you to suck him, right?”

  “Maybe… But…”

  “He wanted to come in your mouth?”

  “Uhh huh.”

  “And swallow?”

  “Yessss!”

  Justin flicked his tongue over her clit. Carin’s head tilted back and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.

  “Do you think you could take him all the way down?”

  “Oooh, bay-bee…”

  “You like that with me, right?”

  “Yes. Love it with you…”

  “Feeling me deep down in your throat?”

  “Yes! Love that!”

  Her short replies came in a shaky, panting voice. She pinched her nipples through her see-through blouse.

  “You think you could deep throat him?”

  “You…you’d…”

  “I know me. What about him?”

  “You…you’d watch me?”

  “Yes. I’d watch you.”

  “Oh Justin! Oh Jussin… Oh Jussin!”

  Justin inserted two fingers into her pussy and another into her ass, simulating a double penetration. Carin’s climax was immediate. It was bigger and louder than any he’d witnessed from her before. He looked up with wonder as she convulsed on the floor.

  They moved to the bedroom and screwed for several more hours. By dawn, they were rag dolls on the soggy sheet. Carin rolled onto her side and Justin spooned her from behind. As he stroked her damp hair, many thoughts ran through his mind. His girlfriend had once again rekindled their spark and lit the fire anew. This time, it was as if they’d broken through to a whole other level.

  Part Three

  Chapter Eleven

  On the first Friday of June, Justin took a rare day off to accompany Carin to her school’s graduation picnic. After months of hearing stories almost nightly about Carin’s school and students, he was interested to see what all the talk was about. The yearly price tag at The Greenwich School was in the tens of thousands—he wondered what the kids got for their money.

  The sycamore-lined driveway leading into the campus gave a good sense of the place. So did the I.M. Pei-designed library tucked into the woods. Fifty yards later, the main campus unfolded before them—four Federal-style buildings forming a semicircle around a stately quad, with a couple of other buildings connected by brick walkways. Various statues and fountains added to an air of prestige. The whole place looked like a highly competitive liberal arts college rather than a day school for youths with intellectual disabilities.

  Justin parked his Mercedes in a lot off the quad and he and Carin walked a brick path between two of the buildings. They reached a flight of stairs leading down to a spacious, treeless expanse of lawn. Several white tents were erected on the grass. Jugglers and clowns roamed the grounds, entertaining clusters of parents and students. Carin grabbed Justin’s hand, led him down the stairs and pulled him quickly toward the nearest cluster.

  For the next hour, Carin floated like a windblown balloon from group to group. Parents gave warm hugs, colleagues greeted her almost reverently, and everywhere she turned students buzzed at her heels, vying for her attention. She herself was giddy with happiness, introducing Justin to everybody she saw.

  Justin was never more proud but he was also astounded. In all the time Carin had spent with him, her focus seemed almost entirely on him. She had talked about her school but her career appeared secondary to being at his side and making him happy. He liked the little bubble they had created together and assumed she did too. Yet here she was, the center of a whole other universe.

  As they stood in line at a popcorn wagon, Carin introduced Justin to Dr. Leopold, the headmistress of the school. She was a stern-looking, floral-scented, heavyset woman with poorly dyed, jet-black hair pulled tightly into a bun. Her round, ruddy face was caked with makeup and her lips were bright pink. Her wool suit coat was tight around the armpits and looked entirely too hot for an early summer day.

  As the three waited for their popcorn bags to be filled, Carin and the headmistress got into an in-depth conversation about a subject Justin knew nothing about—Maria Montessori’s teaching philosophy and how it relates to students with learning disabilities. A minute into the conversation, a student came by and grabbed Carin’s hand, pulling her toward another student sitting on the grass. Justin was left to converse with the heavily scented Dr. Leopold.

  Not having a lot to say to each other, they soon let their idle chat subside and enjoyed their popcorn in silence while looking at the one thing they had in common. Carin knelt on the grass before them, her legs folded under her, with the two students sitting cross-legged before her. She leaned forward and stroked one of the students behind his ear while making some small point to the other.

  “Carin is amazing with her kids,” the doctor said in a thick German accent.

  “She takes pride in her work, that’s for sure,” Justin replied, picking popcorn from his bag. “I hear quite a bit about it.”

  “She’s the best teacher I’ve ever had. And I’ve been here twenty-six years.”

  One of the students had gotten up from the grass and was running around Carin with his arms stretched wide, pretending to be an airplane. Carin and the other student laughed.

  “With all the awards,” Dr. Leopold continued, “you’d think she’d be portentous or more insistent. Yet she is the most gracious, humble woman I’ve ever met. I couldn’t ask for a better representative of this school.”

  “Awards?”

  “The Sondheim Award, especially. It’s a great honor for her of course, but also for the school.”

  “I don’t think I know of it.”

  “She hasn’t told you?”

  Justin shook his head.

  “It’s the highest honor a teacher can receive. Believe me, it’s the honor of a lifetime. She won it last year.”

  Justin looked at Carin, still sitting on the grass with her legs beneath her. The airplane student had crashed by her feet and three other kids had joined the group. They formed a crescent moon around their teacher and Carin held court. Justin could only smile as he ate his popcorn, realizing his girlfriend’s knack for forever surprising him.

  * * * * *

  A few hours later, after a hamburger lunch under one of the tents and a magic show under another, Justin and Carin pulled out of The Greenwich School’s parking lot.

  “The headmaster told me about the award you won,” Justin said as they passed the library. He reached over and put his hand on Carin’s knee.

  “Which one?”

  “The Sondheim Award, I think it’s called.”

  “Yep.”

  “Why haven’t you told me about it?”

  “Gosh, I don’t know. It’s not something you brag about.”

  “It sounds like a huge honor. Aren’t you proud of it?”

  “Of course I am. Very proud. But I don’t teach for awards. Or money, that’s for sure. I teach for the kids.”

  Justin continued stroking her knee while reflecting on his career. He had never done one single thing in business without first weighing its monetary reward. In fact that was all he weighed. It was all about money, pure and simple.

  As he pulled out of the driveway, he patted her knee and said, “I have a surprise for you.”

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bsp; He then told her about a trip to Newport he’d planned for the following weekend. They’d drive up on Saturday morning and take the Presidential Suite at the Newport Marriott. They’d spend the morning sightseeing—the Cliff Walk perhaps, or a mansion tour—before a start-of-summer shopping spree for Carin. Later they’d have a romantic dinner on the harbor. It would be a small gift, “a reward” for her successful school year.

  Carin was overjoyed by the surprise and seemed even more delighted by Justin’s thoughtfulness in planning it. Taking Justin’s hand in hers, she said, “Thank you, baby. I can’t wait to be away with you. But let’s not call it a reward, okay? Let’s just say it’s a celebration of my students’ amazing accomplishments.”

  Chapter Twelve

  The sun woke Carin early at the beach house the morning of their trip to Newport. She nuzzled her way to a familiar place under Justin’s arm and they lounged in bed while planning the day. Justin said he looked forward to everything but the car ride, and she flashed an inward smile. There had been times she had teased him while zipping down late-night highways, flashing him or touching him or even sucking him in the darkened car. She was remembering these times as he rolled her onto her side and spooned her from behind.

  Feeling Justin’s kisses at the nape of her neck made her tingle with warmth, and his growing hard-on between her legs made her wet with happiness. She felt Justin’s hand snake around her hip and slip into the front of her PJ bottoms. It settled by the banks of a pool forming at the delta of her legs.

  “I want to get to Newport early to enjoy this beautiful day,” she said, pulling his hand away.

  Justin groaned.

  “Don’t worry…” She giggled. “I’m sure the drive will fly by.”

  She kissed his cheek and trotted off to the master bath.

  * * * * *

  An hour later, as Justin stood in the kitchen pouring coffee into a travel mug, Carin flounced downstairs ready to go.

  “Does this meet with your approval?” she asked, pirouetting with her chin held high and arms spread wide.

  She wore an aqua-blue, micro-mini swing skirt and cream-colored camisole. The tops of her melon-sized breasts jutted from the crest of the camisole and the tops of off-white thigh-highs showed below her skirt when she twirled.

  “Oh baby…you look great!” he said, tightening the cap on the mug. “Where did you get the outfit?”

  “Just a little something I bought for the trip.” She looked at him for further signs of approval.

  She’d worn thigh-highs many times in the past but not with a skirt this short, and not without invitation from Justin. The skirt was even shorter in the back than in the front, exposing the tops of her stockings even when standing still. Intermingled with the spaghetti strings of her camisole were the silky pale-blue straps of her bra.

  “You like it?” she asked as Justin wiped the counter with a sponge.

  “Yup.”

  “I’ll put on sweats when we get to the hotel, of course,” she said. “But I thought you’d like this for the drive. You do like it, right, baby?”

  “You look incredibly sexy, my love. What’s not to like?”

  After getting onto the highway, Carin began to feel more comfortable with her boyfriend’s endorsement. She lifted the skirt higher onto her legs and glanced at Justin innocently.

  “Gosh, this little thing doesn’t cover much,” she said. “My entire legs are showing!”

  Justin glanced over to Carin as she looked down and drew a finger along the hem of her skirt, now hiked well up her thighs. Her fawn-like legs moved against each other and her butt wiggled in the seat. Her teasing had always had a great effect on Justin, and on her too. Over the months, she’d learned of its power and used it artfully. She glanced to him doe-eyed, waiting for a response.

  “You picked the perfect outfit, baby,” Justin replied, bringing his fingers to her delicate face.

  He stroked her high cheekbone, admiring her innocent countenance before sticking two fingers blatantly into her mouth. She cupped his hand with hers and lessened the depth of his fingers. Kicking off her sandals, she turned her body toward him while leaning against the passenger door. Her stocking-clad feet found his lap and, as his fingers dangled from her mouth, she grazed him with her toes. His cock pushed against his seatbelt as he peeked between her slightly parted legs.

  “New undies too?” he said, locking the doors.

  “For you. You like me dressed this way, right?”

  “I like it a lot.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure. I like you doing things for me.”

  “I love doing things for you.”

  Carin pulled up the skirt so they could both admire her new panties.

  “They’re so pretty,” she said, looking down at herself. “I feel sexy today.”

  She lifted her feet from his lap and undid her seatbelt. She leaned over to give soft kisses on his ear and at the same time unclasped his seatbelt. Moving her hand to his khakis, she pinched his growing bulge between two pink-painted fingertips. She ducked her head and her barely covered backside rose in the air. As she undid the top button of his pants, Justin wondered if she knew how on display she was.

  “You’re going to get me excited if you don’t stop, Puppet.”

  Carin unzipped his fly and Justin lifted his butt off the seat and helped shimmy down his pants.

  “I was thinking of ways I could make our car ride go by quicker,” she said, gripping his cock in her hand. “I thought of one or two.”

  “That’s funny,” he replied. “I can think of only one.”

  Carin giggled. “But there’re so many truckers, baby,” she said. “It was always dark before.”

  Pre-cum puddled at the tip of Justin’s cock. He glanced down, saying nothing.

  “But if you can think of only one,” she continued, “I guess I could do that one thing for you.”

  “You aren’t concerned it might excite the truckers too much?” he asked.

  “Not if you aren’t.”

  She looked up to monitor their surroundings. Trucks were, in fact, all around. Cars too. Lots of travelers heading places on this beautiful day.

  “I think you’d be excited along with them, no?” Justin asked. “You’d have to make me come fast.”

  “Yep.”

  “And swallow so as not to make a mess.”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Cum is healthy for you,” he continued. “It’ll be your breakfast shake.”

  Carin giggled. “Maybe it can replace my morning coffee from now on.”

  She lifted his travel mug from the console and turned her body to hook the mug’s handle onto the map pocket of the passenger door. She got back into position and lowered her head onto him.

  She could handle all of him now with ease and went deep immediately, holding him at the back of her throat. When she brought him out, she concentrated on the head, licking the corona like an ice cream cone. Her knees were on the seat, her cute butt high in the air. She had always gotten wet and squirmy while sucking Justin, and he reached around her body in an effort to touch her but couldn’t quite get to it.

  After watching her head bob awhile, he realized cars were backed up behind him so he pulled over to the right lane behind a slow-moving truck. As Carin looked up to him, he said, “Is this what the sandy-haired guy at the bar wanted? You going to his car and doing this for him?”

  “Do you think he’d like it?” She giggled.

  “I think he’d like it a lot. Don’t you?”

  “He’d like it very much, baby,” she said ingenuously.

  “You’d make sure of it…”

  Justin’s voice trailed off as she tightened her mouth over him. Her little butt wiggled in unison with her bobbing head and she moaned for his release.

  Between breaths he said, “I think he’d come quickly in your mouth. Don’t you?”

  Carin stroked him with her hand so she could reply. “He told me he wanted t
hat.”

  “Of course he’d want that. Who wouldn’t? What else did he say?”

  But Carin had gone back to sucking, obviously too excited to reply.

  When Justin exploded, Carin kept her mouth locked on him and swallowed everything he had. She stayed on him long after, licking his shaft like a cat licks its front paw on a sun-lit chair. When he was all cleaned up, she peered up with sea-deep, sparkling-blue eyes. She looked as if she wanted more cream.

  Justin pulled up his pants one-handed and said, “That was perfect, baby. Now it’s your turn.”

  She moved back to her seat, leaving Justin’s travel mug hooked on the map pocket. He asked her to recline her chair and she did as she was told.

  Justin spread her spindly legs at the knees and as they fell open Carin’s skirt rode up, showing her new panties tight against her. They were aqua-blue like her skirt, though her wetness had made a dark slash at the crotch. She had a look of anticipation on her face as she watched Justin’s fingers slide beneath the waistband. The look turned to ecstasy when he began touching her.

  Justin’s Mercedes followed the slow-moving truck while his fingers weaved slippery trails on Carin’s puffy wet lips. A scribbled message on the back of the truck’s dirty cargo bin read, “Leg check 20 feet ahead.” Carin raised her head off the half-reclined seat and read the message. She raised her legs to the dash and watched as Justin’s fingers skimmed her lips and slithered inside her. Her panties were encumbering his movement and he had little trouble coaxing her to dispense of them. Wanting to see how far she’d follow, he asked her to take off her skirt and then her top.