After finally finishing her classes for the day, Iris headed out to meet Vanessa. When she arrived at the address her friend had given her, she stopped in her tracks, staring up at the luxurious building in front of her.
"She really has gotten rich..." the big woman murmured.
Iris had always known Vanessa was successful, but her friend rarely flaunted her wealth. Because of that, Iris sometimes forgot just how much her friend had accomplished. Seeing a place like this in person, however, made the reality much harder to ignore.
Still, she soon shook off her surprise and approached the reception desk. After explaining who she was and whom she had come to visit, she didn’t have to wait long before Vanessa was informed of her arrival.
And Vanessa wasted no time. 𝖋𝘳ℯ
The blonde milf came downstairs herself, wanting to greet her friend in person. The moment the doors opened and she spotted Iris waiting outside, her face lit up with a delighted smile.
"Iris!"
Before the teacher could even get a proper word out, Vanessa rushed forward and wrapped her in an enthusiastic hug.
"Follow me," Vanessa quickly guided her friend into the building, not giving her even a second to think.
"This place sure is incredible," Iris commented as they arrived at the elevator.
"Yes, you should come more often."
"I would, if you stayed around more often."
"It’s not my fault duty calls," Vanessa let out a long and tired sigh, but soon her lips curled into a smile again. "But what can I do? I just like to work... And make money, of course."
The blonde woman stepped forward as the elevator doors opened, leading the way. She often looked laid back and irresponsible, but Iris admired Vanessa. She was dedicated, trustworthy, and much smarter than she looked.
"What happened? Why are you just staring at me?" Vanessa asked, looking back.
"Just thinking that you’re too smart to be a hot blonde," Iris joked, catching up with her friend in just two strides. The difference in their stride lengths was considerable. "Having both the looks and the brains is just unfair, you know?"
"And who are you to complain? Hypocrite!" Vanessa shot back with a smile, pointing an accusing finger at the taller woman’s own, even more impressive bust. "Anyway, welcome to my home! I think this is your first time seeing my new apartment, right?"
The blonde milf stepped ahead and opened the door, a mischievous grin already curling her lips as she gestured for Iris to enter first.
As soon as the door opened, Iris caught sight of the alcohol. More specifically, she spotted three bottles of Fizz sitting beside a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne. Her eyebrows rose at the sight. Vanessa certainly wasn’t holding back on her spending.
Attracted by the bait, the teacher immediately stepped into the house without thinking twice. She didn’t even notice there was already someone inside.
However, soon she heard the door close shut behind her, with Vanessa locking her in from the outside. At the same time, her eyes fell on Arthur, who was waiting in the room, and she finally understood that she had fallen into a trap.
"Can we have a drink and talk a bit?" Arthur suggested with his usual cute smile. ℯ
Iris panicked for a second, but there was no excuse she could come up with. She was literally in front of him, and Vanessa probably wouldn’t even allow her to go away.
"Yes, of course," she answered, trying to sound excited and confident as always.
But, of course, Arthur picked up on her hesitation immediately and looked at her with worried eyes. And, fuck, he could be so good-looking when worried.
They sat down, and Arthur served her a random drink. He had no idea which of the bottles Vanessa had brought were more or less expensive. And he would rather not take a look at any of the prices.
"So... what do you want to talk about?" Iris finally asked, looking away.
"Are you avoiding me?" Arthur asked directly.
"No... I... It’s just that I have been busy and..." Iris was terrible at lying. Every time she needed to do so, she felt her throat go dry and fumbled for words.
"Don’t lie, please," he insisted.
"Yes, I was..." Iris looked down, admitting the truth.
"Why?" Arthur asked, leaning over the table closer to her. "Do you not want to be close to me anymore?"
"No, it’s just that... I definitely like you, but it’s wrong. I shouldn’t even have started." She pushed him away, but with so little force it barely counted as resistance.
Arthur’s lips curled into a small smile. This was definitely the time to be more forceful. He wouldn’t back off unless Iris clearly said ’no’.
He got up from his chair, not even touching the alcohol he had set for himself. Iris, on the other hand, even during their very short exchange, had gotten one or two sips at her glass.
The man stepped closer, his shadow looming over her body, his eyes intense with determination.
"I want you!" He pushed his body closer to her.
Once again, Iris placed her hands on his chest, pushing him away, but her resistance was somehow even weaker this time around.
Arthur gently took her hands and pulled them away from his chest, holding them in his own. "Look at me, Iris."
She raised her eyes slowly, and what she saw in his eyes made her breath catch. There was no hesitation in them.
"I want you, and all I need to know is, do you want me?"
Iris’s lips parted, a protest forming, but no sound came out. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.
Arthur’s hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, "and I will. Say the word, and I’ll step back and we’ll just have that drink."
She stared at him, her eyes glistening. She should say it. She knew she should. But the word wouldn’t come.
Instead, her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, slowly curled into the fabric of his shirt. Not pulling him closer. Not pushing him away. Just holding on.
And they kissed deeply. Arthur left his teacher breathless, her nipples hardening, her body reacting to her deep desire for him.
There was no escape from her feelings, or from his strong and trustworthy hands.
If Arthur really wanted her, then... maybe, this time, things would finally work out for her. Iris couldn’t help but shiver with fear at the thought of the love blossoming in her heart. The memories of all her past failures still haunted her.
But when she looked into the young man’s eyes, everything else disappeared, and she became nothing more than a girl in love again.
"I’m sorry I tried to avoid you, and that I made you worry," she finally said once their lips parted, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them.
"Don’t do that again, okay?"
Iris nodded, looking quite guilty. "I promise I’ll make up for it... You can ask me for anything in return."
Arthur’s eyes drifted straight to the heavy, massive swell of her breasts straining against her top. A silly little smile spread across his face as the idea of a soft, warm boobjob from those perfect tits filled his head.
Iris pouted cutely, noticing exactly where his gaze had gone. "Ugh... men can only think of one thing."
Arthur’s smile widened. "Actually, it’s those perfect, heavy, big things."
Iris rolled her eyes and stepped forward. "Speaking of two things... what do you think about taking two older women on a date? Unless you have some better plans for today."
Arthur approached her and gave her ass a possessive squeeze before mumbling in her ear. "Do you really think I would refuse a date with two beauties?"
Iris smiled, blushing a little at being called a beauty, then she knocked on the door Vanessa had closed.
"Conversation is over. Open it so we can have fun."
The blonde milf promptly opened the door, a big grin playing on her lips as she looked her friend up and down. Her gaze betrayed a hint of disappointment.
"I thought you would be more disheveled," Vanessa commented. "It seems like you guys saved all the fun for later."