Teah redux, and a perplexing new client

Teah’s in a hurry, as always, so I plunge my tongue into her hotbox and suck out her spicy-bitter juices. I stroke her button with thumb and forefinger, squeezing it in pulses. She moans and bubbles and starts to writhe beneath me. I lick at her G-spot, then undulate my tongue in her cunt and wriggle it around, taking care to scrape her ridges with various parts of my tongue. She writhes faster and her hips start to jerk, so I pinch her clit a little harder and twist it slightly. Her back arches and she makes a sound like a steam engine venting its cylinders; her pussy squeezes my tongue and she sprays enough of her nectar into my mouth to make me **** a little. I pull my hand back but keep wriggling and flexing my tongue against the pressure until she starts to subside.

When Teah settles, I sit back on my heels. She looks at me and growls, “Next time, I am so fucking that big cock of yours.” Then she mops herself up, pulls her panties back on under her skirt, and leaves the room with me in her wake. I’d be making a rent payment if Shar were here, but she isn’t, so I follow Teah out of the house.

This has been the routine every time I’ve met with Teah. She always pays in full, but it’s always a quickie, with her fully dressed except for panties and shoes. She always says she wants to fuck me next time, but she never has, and she’s never let me see her topless. Maybe she’s just that busy; but she can’t be any busier than Alyssa’s roommate. Amy’s schedule is so crazy that I’d never even seen her until I ran into her and Alyssa at the gym a couple weeks ago. Even as much as she has going on, she’s still found time for two or three full sessions with me. (She’s even talked about a threesome with Alyssa, who didn’t seem all that thrilled with the idea.) I suspect something else is up with Teah, but I have no idea what. Fortunately, it’s not actually any of my business.

My business line interrupts my train of thought, which is just as well. It’s a girl named Rachel Navarre. She lives on campus, but doesn’t want to meet me anywhere on campus; she’s quite firm about that. She wants to meet me at her grandparents’ house. They live not far from the school, she has a key to their place, and they’re away on a trip, so we can meet there with no one else around. Further, she wants to meet this Friday evening after dinner.

This is all rather strange. It suggests that either Rachel is self-conscious about something, or else she really doesn’t want anyone to know about our session. It also suggests that her social life isn’t great. Still, I have the time free, and I’ll go wherever the client wants me to go if I can get there in a reasonable time, so I agree.