Chapter 1

Paul felt pretty good, cooling down as he walked back to the apartment. Yeah, hot and sweaty as he was, he felt good after his run. His exercise program was paying off, he could sense it. What was it now? Nine months, Long enough to give birth to a new me.

He had jogged three times around the lagoon, and now he was heading home to a cold beer and a shower. As he walked through the parking lot, he saw Nikki getting out of her car.

"Hi Mr. Brandt," she said taking her books, locking the car door.

"You know, you don't have to call me Mr. Brandt."

"Sorry, it's just a habit," she laughed. "Be seein ya."

And then he was watching her go up the walkway to the apartment she shared with a roommate. Nikki had been his student at Theodore Roosevelt High School (Teddy High, for short) a few years ago, and now she must be a sophomore, he guessed, at the Santa Carmena branch of the U of C.

Minutes later he was in his apartment, in his easy chair, his shoes off, his feet up, the early news on the TV, and a beer in his hand. He took a swallow, then rolled the cold can across his still sweaty forehead.

He half watched the news for a while, turning the sound down when they started talking about the change in bus routes to serve the new mall. He took another swallow of cold beer, put his head back and closed his eyes.

The image of Nikki Lampson came into his mind. It was four years ago that she was his student. She must be nineteen or twenty by now. She sure had grown up. Though she was a pretty teenage girl then, she was a young woman now, a beautiful young woman, the epitome of the California girl, with sun-bleached blonde hair, a shapely, toned body, and a strikingly lovely face.

He must have dozed off, because he was awakened by a knock on the door, then the doorbell, then more knocking. He opened the door. It was Nikki, her face full of concern as she rushed inside pressing herself to him.

She looked up, her blue eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I couldn't help it," she said softly. Then, her hand on the back of his neck was pulling him to her, pressing her mouth to his.

Shocked, at first he didn't respond, but her soft lips, her insistent tongue made resistance impossible. They kissed long and deep, their tongues meeting, dancing together till they parted, both breathing hard.

"Please say you forgive me," she breathed.

Confused, "I ... I forgive you," he stuttered.

"Oh thank you, you're wonderful," she cried, raising up on her toes, kissing him again, more briefly this time. "Now you go sit down, I'm gonna show you how sorry I am."

He returned to his chair, propping his feet on the footstool while Nikki went into the kitchen to get him a fresh beer from the fridge. It seemed she knew where everything was located.

He watched Nikki. She was wearing the same clothes she had on earlier, a red tee-shirt, denim cut-offs, and sandals. While her back was to him, he stared at her long, tanned legs, her high, round bottom. When she turned, a can of beer in her hand, he had to shift his gaze to keep from staring at her full bosom.

She brought him the beer. He moved his feet so she could sit on the footstool facing him. "You're so wonderful for forgiving me," she said, giving him a bright smile.

Popping open the can, taking a swallow, he looked at her, Nikki staring into his face in what looked like adoration. "So what am I forgiving you for?"

"Silly, for telling Kim," she giggled. "But I couldn't help it, I had to tell her how great you are and how much I love you."

"You love me?"

"You know I do, and I'm gonna show you just how much." With that, rising a little, she bent forward to give him another long, deep kiss.

When they parted, she looked down at his crotch, his cock half-hard inside his shorts. "I understand why you were so upset, and I promise I'll never do that again," still looking at his crotch. "But you know, it's okay. I'm not your student any more, and I'm of age." Raising her head to look into his face, "So, there's no reason to keep it secret, our relationship."

He took another swallow. "Uhh ... what about our relationship?"

"You know, that we're in love. I love you and you love me and we shouldn't be ashamed of it. Nothing wrong with that. And when I graduate, in two or three years, then we can let everyone know. And ... and I just couldn't help sharing with Kim, she's my best friend. And I know she won't tell anyone, even though there's nothing wrong with it."

"Uhh ... okay, I understand." Though he didn't really.

"God, I'm so happy," she enthused, kissing him again, then kneeling on the floor, pushing the footstool back with her butt. "Now I'm gonna show you how sorry I am, and how grateful I can be when you forgive me."

Her fingers were on the lump in his shorts, rubbing squeezing, making him harder. Paul was bewildered, unable to understand how this could be happening, but he he couldn't help being aroused by the beautiful young coed. When she began opening his shorts, he helped, lifting up so she could pull them down with his jockstrap to his ankles, his erection popping up, almost hitting Nikki's chin.

"It's beautiful ... your cock," she said, looking into his face while stroking him. "And big, too."

"Uhh, I'm pretty sweaty," he managed to say. "You want me to take a shower?"

"Don't worry about me," Nikki answered. "This is for you, and you don't smell so bad. You smell good, like a man." Her fingers on his shaft, she began licking, kissing his cock-head. Paul groaned moving his hands to her head, tangling his fingers in her fine, blonde hair, forcing her mouth, her lips down his shaft.

She pulled up, catching her breath, still looking into Paul's face. Tentatively, he moved his hands to her shoulders, then lower, to her full breasts. As he squeezed, she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply through her nose. Opening her eyes, she smiled. "You like my titties, don't you?"

"Yeah, I like them."

Straightening her back, quickly she pulled her tee-shirt up and off, then reaching behind, removed her brassiere. She grabbed his hands, placing them on her large breasts. "I like feeling your hands on me," she said softly, looking into his eyes. "Remember, these are for you, whenever you want. Now you can play with my boobs while I give you your best blow job ever."

She sucked, licked, stroked his cock and balls while he caressed her big breasts, pinched her hard nipples, scratched the swollen areolas with his fingernails. It must have been his nervousness and confusion that kept him from coming too quickly. Usually, on the few occasions he had received blow jobs, he came a lot quicker. Finally, after about ten minutes of Nikki sucking, caressing him while he played with her tits, "Uhh, I'm ... I'm gonna come," he gasped, moving his hands to her head.

She increased her movements on him, her mouth moving faster, taking him deeper, the fingers of one of her hands on his shaft while she caressed his balls with her other hand. His hands on her head forced her down, Nikki moaning deep in her throat, and suddenly he was coming, his thick cum pouring into Nikki's mouth, down her throat as she swallowed again and again.

She kept him in her mouth until he was soft, draining the last of the ejaculate from him. Laying her head on his thigh, she looked up. "Was that the best blow job you ever had?" she asked, her voice breathy.

He stroked her fine hair. "The best. Now let's go in the bedroom and I can do you."

Sitting up, grabbing her shirt from where she had thrown it on the floor. "Nope, not now. You go take your shower and I'll make dinner. Now come on, get goin." She took his hands, pulling him out of the chair.

Shuffling out of his shorts and jockstrap, picking them up, he headed for the bathroom. Nikki was in the kitchen, looking through the cabinets. "What are you gonna make?" he asked.

Answering with her back to him while she peered into a cabinet. "I don't know, but I'll find something." Turning to him, smiling. "I'm a good cook. I know my way around a kitchen, and you better remember that."

While he was taking his shower, he checked his body. No question, the exercise was paying off. The little paunch he had been starting to develop had disappeared, and all his muscles were harder and better defined. The muscles in his arms, his legs, his chest felt like steel, and his shoulders seemed broader.

And his cock. She said it was big. Paul had always considered it average at about six inches. He had never received many comments about its size before. He checked that too, but it was difficult to judge without being hard.

Standing under the stream of warm water, stroking his dick, remembering Nikki's body, the sight, the feel of her heavy tits, he managed to get himself hard again. He thought that was pretty good for a thirty-seven year old man who had ejaculated just a few minutes ago.

He examined his erection. Maybe it was longer. He wrapped his right hand around his shaft at the base, then wrapped his left hand above his right. He looked at his two fists holding his shaft, and was surprised to see the head projecting beyond his left fist. Exercising couldn't have affected the size of his cock, could it?