Honor Student Avena 2: The Coffee Date (sample)

Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college. She was recently chosen by her first-period instructor, Mr. Cadwell, to be ass fucked in front of the entire class, which had its downsides, but did score her a coffee date with her crush, Cole. Will she actually get to drink the coffee? (Not directly a part of the Kinky College series, but in the same vein.)

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Avena Johanne looked at herself in the mirror. Her shoulder length red hair was teased into soft curls that framed her face and accentuated her round cheeks and her green eyes behind her thick-rimmed glasses. She’d picked out a slinky blue dress that hugged her curves with a deep neckline that showed off her ample cleavage.

“Well, I am absolute proof that an honor student can be a sexy beast! Rawr,” she said to her reflection while scratching at the air like a cat.

Her crush, Cole, had called her the night after she’d been assfucked by her instructor in front of the entire class. He’d gone on forever about how impressed he was with what he’d seen.

He’d said, “I’ve never seen such a perfect ass and the cute way you bit your lip almost the entire time - You were absolutely amazing!”

He eventually asked if she wanted to have coffee together that weekend. At first, even though she’d been crushing on him the entire semester, she’d hesitated. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go on a date with him if he only wanted to because he’d seen her get her ass fucked.

However, the more she thought about it, the more comfortable she was with the idea. After all, they’d been flirting all semester and she’d caught him checking out her ass several times. It really wasn’t that different.

A knock at the door jarred her out of her memories and brought her back to the moment. She checked her outfit one last time, seemed to float to the door, and opened it while striking what she hoped was a cute and sexy pose with one hand on her hip.

“Wow! You look absolutely, fucking awesome!” Cole said while running his eyes up and down the curves of her body.

“Thanks,” Avena said and then looked down to his hands. He was holding two cardboard cups of coffee from a local coffee shop. “Oh, you… uh… you brought coffee here.”

“Yeah. I got to thinking, that maybe we could just stay in and really get to know each other. You know, rather than feel inhibited by going to a coffee shop.”

Avena felt her heart sink a little, she’d spent the afternoon getting dressed up to go out. She bit her lower lip and thought for a moment while getting lost in Cole’s deep blue eyes. His smile made the decision easy.

“Actually, that sounds like a great idea,” she said. “Come in. We’ll have our own little world to us here.”

“Rock! We’re going to have a blast,” Cole said as he stepped inside.

She led him to the living room of her small apartment, motioned for him to set the cups on the coffee table and patted the cushion next to her.

He sat down with a thump that shook the couch a little, wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders, and pulled her close. The heat of her face blushing made her feel as if she might burst into flames and she wondered if he could hear her heart racing out of control.

“Oh, the coffee. Is… is there sugar in it? I like mine sweet.”

“Actually, I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just got it black.”

“That’s okay. I have sugar and milk in the kitchen.”

She hopped off the couch, grabbed the steaming hot coffee cups, and made her way to the kitchen. Cole followed close behind, but far enough back that he could enjoy the sway of her perky ass under the sheer fabric of her dress.

He leaned against the counter while she pulled the sugar container from a cupboard and the milk from the fridge. His eyes followed her everywhere she went. Avena could feel her entire body vibrating with the intensity of his obvious desire.

She stood next to him, facing the counter, and scooping sugar onto a spoon. In a swift movement, he was behind her, one hand caressing her soft round ass, the other circling and gently gripping one of her pert breasts.

A soft moan escaped her slender throat. The stroking of his left hand ignited the nerves of her tender asshole, still throbbing slightly from the anal pounding her instructor, Mr. Cadwell, had given her earlier that week. The touch of Cole’s lips, so much softer than she expected, on the back of her neck, sent a cool shiver down her spine.

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