MILF Tails: Extra Credit E-Book

Laura Lovecraft

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Miranda has been having vivid fantasies about her student, Tristan. She knows it's wrong, but as long as it remains a fantasy, it's harmless. But when Tristan falls short of the grade needed to keep his scholarship and tells her he'll do anything to earn it, fantasy becomes reality. Giving into her unethical lust, Miranda tells Tristan there is something he can do for extra credit. He can do her.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

"Professor Willow," he continued, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "There has to be something I can do."

Oh, there's plenty you could do.

"I told you, there's no time to get any extra credit."

"What about you?" 

"Me?"

"Can I help you? Do you need something done? You're moving, right? I can help you pack, or load your truck?"

"That wouldn't be right," she said softly. "I'm your teacher."

"I'll help you after you're my teacher. No more teacher as of Friday. Give me the grade and then I'll do anything for you," he slowed himself down by taking a deep breath. "Anything."

She wasn't his teacher after Friday. After Friday when the last bell rang all he'd be is a young man doing something for her. That was her hall pass, she'd no longer be working for the school. He could meet her at her place, it wouldn't be as wrong.

But he'd already have the A. What if he stiffed her? Miranda lowered her gaze and tapped a red nail on the desk. Every dream, every waking fantasy had been of making this as wrong as possible, doing him right here in her office, on school property, still as his teacher. 

"Professor?" She could hear the tremor in his voice. He desperately needed this, and it would be wrong to use that. But she needed something just as desperately so they'd be helping each other out, what was so wrong about it?

It would be wrong if he didn't want her. She wouldn't want him to just do it because he had to. Another issue hit her, and so hard, before she could stop, she asked the question.

"Tristan, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Huh?" He looked justifiably surprised by the question, but then shrugged. "No, between school and work I'm always tired. The girls want to go out and I have no time or money."

"Good looking kid like you all alone. Kind of a shame no?" 

Miranda's voice also had a tremor to it, but one of excitement. If he'd answered yes to dating someone it would have been the end of the conversation. His answer of no on the other hand had just slammed the door on anything resembling morals and rational thought.

Go out with a bang. 

"Why do you ask?" 

"Because," Miranda rose from her chair, and closing the laptop unplugged it. "I thought of a way you could get that A."

She handed him the laptop. "Put that on the chair behind you, please."

He took it, and did as she asked, his face breaking out in a hopeful smile.

"Seriously?"

"I wouldn't joke about this." She picked up the phone and leaning over put it on the floor so the surface of the desk was completely clear. 

"That's great!" He clapped his hands. "What do you want me to do?"

Miranda took a deep breath. 

"Honey," she popped open the top button of her blouse. "You're going to do me."

Leseprobe

MILF Tails: Extra Credit

By Laura Lovecraft

Artwork by CJ Douglass

Copyright 2021 Laura Lovecraft

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Chapter One

Miranda looked up at a light tapping on the frosted glass of her office door.

“Come in,” she replied while leaning back in her chair and rubbing her stinging eyes.

She’d been grading essays and exams for the past three hours and whoever was at the door, and whatever they wanted, would be a good excuse to take a break.

“Hey, girl!” Susan came through the door, and Miranda could have kissed her when she saw the Extra-large Dunkin Donuts Coffee in her hand. “Brought you some inspiration!”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Miranda plucked the coffee from her hand.

“What if I told you I had them add a turbo shot?” Her fellow professor and longtime friend asked.

“I’ll kiss you right here, with tongue.” Miranda took a sip and rolled her eyes back. She really shouldn’t be getting this much pleasure from a coffee, but not like she’d had much else going on her life lately.

“Can my husband watch?”

“If he brings me food he can join in.” Miranda took another sip and sighed. “You’d think after a while you’d get used to grading the finals.”

“Nah, no matter how many times you do it, it’s still panic and crunch time just like it is for the students.” Susan sat down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. “But hey, this is your last time, at least here anyway, so enjoy the rush.”

“True,” Miranda nodded, brushing her long curly blonde hair from her face. “You’d think I’d get lucky and on my last go round I’d get some decent essays. New year, new kids, same topics and meh writing.”

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving us.” Susan tapped her chest. “Leaving me, we started teaching at North Providence High the same year, and you came here to URI a year after me.”

“Maybe you can follow me now,” Miranda suggested.

“I don’t think Tim wants to go down to Florida, he hates the heat.” She took a sip of her own coffee and gave her a knowing smile. “You were never a fan either, but you need a new start, I get it.”

“You’re right.”

“Even though that’s not fair. That scumbag cheated on you, gambled away almost everything you two had in the bank, and you’re the one that’s leaving.” Susan scowled. “He should be going somewhere, like with bars and no windows.”

“We’ve been over this.” Miranda rubbed her red rimmed brown eyes. “He cheated on me for years, and with Linda my goddamn best friend next to you, and all his friends knew it. A lot of people knew it. He made a fool of me.”

“I know, but I hate that it looks like you’re running.”

“Susan, I’m a laughingstock to a lot of people. Miranda, a professor who’s too dumb to know her husband’s sticking it to anything that moves, especially if it was half his age.”

“That’s why I never knew where Linda fit in, she’s your age.”

“Linda has money, well her family does. He wasn’t just using her for sex, but as a stake once I made it hard for him to get his hands on anything I made so he needed a new stake.”

“Ugh. I’m glad your lawyer managed to get you what was left from the sale of the house after his debts were paid and he couldn’t touch any of it.”

“Shame it’s just enough to get me moved down there and into a condo, but I guess that’s enough,” Miranda shrugged.

“You leaving just because of the people who knew?”

“Mostly. He was banging his interns, scoring girls at club by flashing money around when he won a bet. Fooled around with Linda. For fucks sake, Sue, I found out he’d been screwing the girl at Starbucks that I saw every morning on the way here for months before I found out.”

“That’s why I brought Dunkin,” Susan forced a smile.

“Everywhere I look I wonder; did he fuck her? Does that person know Nick was cheating on me?”

“You’re right, it just sucks.”

“Yeah it does.” Miranda agreed and went back to sipping her coffee.

“Know what really sucks?” Susan leaned forward. “You never got even.”

“This again?”

“This again,” Susan repeated. “You and Nick hadn’t been having much sex, he kept saying he didn’t feel good, and wasn’t what he used to be, and you were understanding and truth was he couldn’t get it up anymore from…”

“Really, Susan? I need to hear what I already know?” Miranda waved her hand in disgust. “See? Another reason to leave. I kicked him out six months ago, divorce was final two months ago and you still talk about it.”

“Sorry, I’m mad for you. You should have gone out and fucked someone and made sure he knew about it.”

“That’s mature,” Miranda scoffed.

“It’s payback. You should have found some kid half his age and gone for a real ride and rubbed it in his face.”

“So he can try to say I was cheating? Knew the kid all along?”

“Within two days of finding out he cheated you had legal separation papers filed. It would not have been cheating.”

“It wasn’t going to make anything better or change what he did.” Miranda pointed out.

“It would make you feel better. You were going to bed alone and killing batteries while he was picking up hookers out of town on his ‘sales meetings’. You should be out there getting what you need, and just happen to make sure he knew about it.”

“Like he’d care.”

“That type cares,” Susan told her. “They think it’s great to bang everything that moves because they’re the man. But they find out their estranged wife is getting it from someone? They get mad and butthurt, like you’re still his ride. You being alone is what he wants. Thinks he ruined you.”

“Financially he almost did.”

“Don’t play tough girl. He broke your heart, betrayed your trust, humiliated you and now you’re leaving everything you know to start over. That’s winning in his eyes.”

“Maybe,” Miranda mumbled, but already knew how her friend would respond.

“No maybe. He’s living with Linda, and god knows what that woman is thinking, but snakes like him are like car salesmen, they sell a lemon like it’s a Cadillac.”

“Getting laid doesn’t take away anything you just said.”

“But you’d get what you need!” Susan’s voice rose with her frustration. “Miranda, you’re 45 not 65 and you need to get some of that frustration out.” She laughed. “Boys aren’t the only ones who have to drain the poison you know.”

“Okay, mom.”

“What’s the problem the last couple of months? Divorce is final, you’re staying in Mary’s inlaw so you have your own space.”

“I’m not jumping right back in. I want to be alone for a while.”

“Who said dating? Get dressed up and go get messed up! I joke about the young kids but find a guy and have fun. Get some of that anger out, cut loose and go wild. You always said even before Nick started turning you down he couldn’t keep up with you. Go be someone’s porn star for a night.”

“Then what? I end up with someone who keeps calling. Who wants more? Maybe they’re married? “

“You’re leaving in two weeks. You really care?” Susan raised her eyebrows.

“That will be part of my new start, how’s that? Once I get down there, I’ll hook up.”

“Then you will have to wonder what you hooked up with. You’re out of here soon, go out with a bang, girl! Find them, fuck them, and hop on a plane and forget them.”

“A true romantic you are.”

“No romance needed. I’m talking coming home with your mascara down your face your panties in your purse and walking funny.” Susan sighed dramatically. “Maybe I’m living vicariously through you.”

“Then you need batteries too,” Miranda laughed. “I appreciate you wanting me to get laid, but I don’t know, who says I could even find someone.”

“I did not just hear that,” Susan looked genuinely offended. “You don’t think you’re attractive?”

“I’m okay, I guess, but you make it sound like I’m all that.”

“You are!” Susan shook her head. “Add lowering your self-esteem to Nick’s transgressions and reasons he needs a slow death. Miranda you are, as the kids say, hot as fuck.”

“Cut it out,” Miranda replied. “I’ll pay for the coffee; you can stop schmoozing.”

“Honey, you don’t have a line or wrinkle on your face. You could pass for ten years younger and I want to smack you for it.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Just that long curly honey blonde hair screams sexy. Especially when you wear it down. Has a wild look to it,” she laughed, “Tim says you have porn star hair.”

“I always thought of it as big eighties hair.” Miranda joked.

“Tim grew up watching eighties porn, what can I say?”

“I’m glad your husband likes my hair, tell him for another coffee I’ll brush it in front of him.”

“Honestly? Tim told me him and his friends talk and they all agree about how your wife always has that one absurdly hot friend, and he says hands down that’s you.”

“Do you trust Tim?” Miranda asked. “He seems to talk about me a lot.”

“I trust him completely and we’ve all known each other for years, he’s said this over time, he’s not obsessed with your big hair self. I’m telling you so you know guys think you’re hot.”

“Apparently my hair is.”

“And those dark smoldering eyes. You have bedroom eyes, Miranda. Even I can see that and when you get mad or intense they’re pretty sexy.”

“Should Tim trust you?”

“Stop it, you’re not a homewrecker, and we’re not inviting you for our next threesome.”

“Next…?”

“Kidding.” Susan put her empty coffee cup on the desk. “Of course, we’d invite you and your hair.” She rolled her eyes. “And those long legs and that goddamn infuriating rack of yours.”