RISKY RENDEZVOUS

Kendra’s POV 

My phone buzzed while I was laying in bed watching a movie. It was Clara.

Clara: What do you think about coming over to my place? I can’t stop thinking about you… and what we did... I'll tell my mom we have a project to work on.

I bit my lip, already feeling a heat pool between my legs.

Me: Send me the address.

Thirty minutes later, I arrived at Clara’s house — a nice, upscale family home in a quiet neighborhood. I rang the doorbell, heart racing with excitement and a hint of nerves.

Clara’s mother opened the door — an elegant woman in her late 40s with warm eyes and a kind smile.

“Hello,” she said pleasantly. “You must be Clara’s friend.”

Clara appeared behind her, looking composed. “Mom, this is Kendra. We’re course mates working on a big project together. I invited her over so we can finish some research.”

Her mother smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, Kendra. Come in. You girls can work in Clara’s room. I’ll be heading out soon with my friends, so make yourselves comfortable.”

I smiled politely. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Clara led me upstairs to her bedroom. The moment the door closed behind us, she locked it with a soft click.

The pretense vanished. We stared at each other for a heartbeat, then collided—a frantic, starving rush.

Lips locked, breath hitching as we tangled together. Hands worked with desperate, fumbling urgency, buttons giving way and fabric bunched aside. When we tumbled onto the bed, the air felt thick, charged.

"Kendra," she gasped against my neck, her hands anchoring into my hips.

I didn't waste time. I straddled her, my knees digging into the mattress as I settled over her. The friction was immediate, a sharp, maddening slide of skin against skin that had me arching my back with a sharp intake of breath. I gripped her shoulders, finding my rhythm, my hips moving in a slow, grinding circle that left no space between us.

I sucked on her tongue while squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. She slid her hand between my thighs, rubbing my already soaked pussy over my panties before pushing them aside and slipping two fingers inside me.

“Oh fuck, Clara…” I moaned loudly, grinding against her hand.

She fingered me deep and steady, curling her fingers perfectly while sucking hard on my neck. I was so close, hips bucking, when a knock came at the door.

“Clara, honey? I’m heading out now,” her mom called from the hallway. “Take care of yourselves, okay? There’s food in the fridge.”

Clara didn’t stop fingering me. If anything, she went faster, pressing her thumb against my clit.

“Yes, Mom!” she called back, voice surprisingly steady. “We’ll be fine!”

The moment we heard her mother’s footsteps fade away, I got on top of Clara and began to rock her wet pussy. The pressure was building, a tightening coil in my core that demanded more. I rocked harder, faster, ignoring the ache in my joints. I watched her—the way her eyes glazed over, the way her mouth fell open—and it only pushed me further.

I felt her reach the threshold first. She bucked against me, a sharp, crystalline cry breaking from her lips, her body going rigid as she tightened around me. That was all it took. The dam inside me broke, a violent, overwhelming rush of sensation that made me collapse forward, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. I shuddered against her, my hips still rocking in fading, stuttering pulses.

We were both panting, covered in sweat, when I looked at her with a wicked smile.

“We should call Professor Reed,” I whispered, my chest still heaving against hers. “Tell him to come over.”

Clara hesitated, her eyes wide as she tried to catch her breath. “You think he’d actually come here? What if my parents come back early?”

“Let’s find out.”

We sent the text together. The reply came almost instantly, sending a fresh jolt of adrenaline through us.

Prof Reed: On my way. Be naked when I get there.

Twenty minutes later, the front door clicked. Clara went to let him in, and when they walked back into the bedroom, Reed stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes swept over us stretched out on the bed, naked and still flushed from before. A raw, dark hunger settled into his face, his gaze lingering on the wetness still shining on our thighs.

He didn’t waste time with words. He shed his clothes in a few hurried motions, his body tense and demanding.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered Clara, his voice thick and low.

She obeyed instantly, arching her back and pressing her face into the mattress. Reed positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips with bruising force before driving himself deep inside her in one heavy, unyielding thrust. Clara let out a sharp, ragged gasp, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he immediately established a hard, punishing rhythm.

"Kendra, get over here," he muttered, as he flipped Clara over to her face, his eyes locked on where their bodies met. "Sit on her face."

I crawled across the mattress, my knees trembling, and straddled Clara’s head. I lowered my wet, swollen heat right over her mouth. Clara didn't hesitate; her tongue swiped up eagerly, licking and sucking at me while Reed slammed into her from behind. The double sensation was overwhelming. Every time Reed drove forward, the force jolted Clara's head right up against me, burying her face deeper into my slick skin. I arched my back, crying out as her tongue darted inside me in time with the heavy, wet slaps of Reed’s hips against her ass.

After a few intense minutes, Reed pulled out of Clara with a wet pop. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back, pinning my legs back over his shoulders.

"You're next," he growled, and before I could even draw breath, he plunged straight into me.

I screamed into the empty room, my hips lifting off the bed to absorb the sheer depth of the thrust. He was larger, thicker, stretching me completely as he began to pound into me without mercy. The friction was blistering, a relentless, deep heat that had my vision blurring. Clara crawled up beside us, panting and covered in sweat, and locked her mouth onto my breast, sucking hard and pinching my other nipple until the sharp sting mixed with the heavy ache between my thighs.

“Fuck, Professor… harder! Please, just like that!” I cried out, my hands gripping his biceps as he drove deeper and faster, his chest slick with sweat as it slammed against mine.

Clara watched us with wide, glazed eyes. We moaned shamelessly, not caring how loud we were getting.

“Fuck, Professor… harder!” I cried out as he slammed into me.

Clara was moaning just as loudly beneath me, fingering herself while watching us.

We were so lost in pleasure that we didn’t hear the front door open downstairs.

We didn’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

We didn’t realize Clara’s mother had returned early.