A Very Welcomed Ride

"I have a suggestion, since it's so late why don't the both of you ride home with me in my car?" Sands looked to me and Bridget.

"Great idea! Let's do it!" I readily agreed. Going home in a car with just the three of us sounded better than being naked on a bus with all those horny students again.

As we walked outside, I had to endure a few more curious glances standing naked in the parking lot holding my junk as Sands unlocked her car. The second it was open, I jumped right in the back and slammed the door behind me. I wanted the back seat since Sands wouldn't be able to see me naked behind her. I thought Bridget would take the passenger's seat but instead, she chose to sit in the back right next to me. Once we were all buckled up and back on the road, Bridget reached over placing her hand on my leg. I was a little nervous thinking Sands might notice but her eyes were straight on the road. Bridget got bolder and started stroking me. Goosebumps sprouted from my flesh and my member started to grow harder and harder. My plan was to keep quiet so Sands wouldn't turn around, but then something unexpected happened while we were driving down the highway...

"So, long have you two been dating?" Professor Sands asked out of nowhere.

We both froze. Bridget stopped petting me but kept her hand on my leg. Surely we misheard her, right? She couldn't know about us...right?

"Pardon?" I asked almost too quietly.

"Don't try to deny it, I know you two are an item. I simply appreciate some candor about it."

We're finished...We're through...We have been made! What are we going to do!? What can I say? I wasn't expecting this. How did she find out? I have to think of an excuse. Say something Avery! Something! Anything!

"How long have you known?" Asked Bridget.

We're doomed.

"Oh, I had an inkling for quite some time. I just never looked into it so much. You know how I get when it comes to art, everything else just goes over my head. It wasn't until some recent interactions between you two that I came to this realization." Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to do!?

"Please don't tell anyone Delia. I don't want Avery to get fired." Bridget leaned into me hugging my arm. I actually started trembling.

Sands laughed, "Don't worry about that Bridget. I don't have any intention getting him fired. You are my precious student and I have come to consider Avery to be a dear friend."

The two of us let out a relieved breath. "So...you'll keep this a secret?" I asked.

"Yes, but I do have one condition."

"Name it."

"Your time as our model is almost up correct?"

"Yes, tomorrow is my last class as a nude model."

"Well, I am hoping that you will extend your time as our model for a while."

"What!?" I gasped.

"All I want you to do when you get home tonight is send Dean Ostendi an email asking that you would like to extend your time as our model."

"Wait a minute! How long do you want me to model for?"

"I will leave that to Myra since she said she would take care of it for me. She was still searching for a model when she defaulted to you so she might have someone to take your place sooner or later. Just mention in your message that you will agree to whatever time she will assign you to until she finds me a replacement model and make it seem like you are really looking forward to it."

"So I am just supposed to blindly agree to whatever time the both of you see fit. Is that right?" I fumed.

"That is the only payment I ask for keeping your secret."

She had me there, she had to assume some kind of risk for knowing about this and not telling anyone as a faculty member. Besides, if Dean Ostendi was already looking for a model I couldn't be subjected to this for too long, right? I was so close to the finish line, but now I find out I still have a mile to go. Oh well, surely I can persevere a little longer if it means I could be with Bridget. I will just have to grit my teeth and bare it the same way I have been the past week.

I groaned, "Alright, I'll agree to your terms."

"So You will contact Myra tonight?"

"Yes, as soon as I get home. You have my word."

"Splendid! Oh Avery, we are going to have so much fun! I already have so many ideas for different poses, costumes, places, and people that we can..."

"Hold your horses Professor Sands! We still don't know how long the Dean will keep me on as your model. So let's not get ahead of ourselves." I shuddered at whatever Sands had planned for me in the long run.

"Please, call me Delia. We are friends now aren't we?"

I sighed, "Sure, Delia...I am confident that Dean Ostendi will provide a model promptly," more like 'hopeful' was the right word for it but I didn't want to give Sands...Delia...a moment to plot fresh embarrassments for me in the nude "so best not get your hopes up because I am gone as soon as my replacement comes in."

"Don't forget to send your response tonight. And don't argue about how long your extension will be." Delia reminded me.

"Of course, I never break my word. I promise I will agree to whatever the dean decides for me." I nodded.

"And show your enthusiasm!"

"Yes, I will do my best." I spoke in monotone as I rolled my eyes.

"Speaking of enthusiasm..." Bridget suddenly grabbed me by the face and pulled me down for a kiss. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation but then I pulled away.

"Hold on! Bridget! What are you doing!? Prof-Delia is still right in front of us!"

Bridget unfastened her seat belt and then reached for mine, "What does it matter? We just established that she already knows about us. I have been aching to touch you all day now. What's the point of holding back now that there is no more secrets between us?" Bridget started playing with my chest. Her hands slid down my abs, toyed with my nipples, and stroked my legs.

"That is a fair point, you two go ahead and enjoy yourselves back there. I don't mind. We still have plenty of time before we get back, so you might as well entertain yourselves." Sands kept her eyes on the road while still driving but kept a secret smile.

I wanted to say something reasonable, something smart to make a more dignified and rational decision, but all of that pretty much went all out the window when Bridget started taking off her clothes. She pulled off her blouse and skirt and...by God, she was wearing red underwear and my pole went northward. As she unclasped her bra, I glanced over at Delia in the driver's seat. I could have sworn she peeked at her rear-view mirror just now to watch us, but when I looked back at Bridget...damn...

"Aaaaargh! Fuck it, I deserve this!" It was as if all the frustration I endured today came pouring out at once. I grabbed the back of Bridget's head and dove my tongue straight into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my hand slipped down the front of her panties. My fingers quickly found her clitoris and I fingered her until she was nice and moist. As soon as she was ready for action, I yanked her panties right off and dropped them on the floor of the car. Grabbing her by the hips, I raised her onto my lap and our bodies melded together as we held each other for more kissing. My erection throbbed against her chest oozing pre-cum.

Bridget lifted up her waist and I took the signal to plunge myself right inside her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh...shit...Bridget...!" I moaned as she began gyrating her hips up and down on my johnson. My eyes fluttered shut as she brought me in for another kiss. Our arms trailed down each others backs as we maintained our rhythm. She climaxed twice before I shot my load off inside her. It wasn't enough. Not even close.

Bridget shoved me down onto my back as she kept bouncing her ass up and down on my erection; her pace getting faster and faster. I grabbed her buttocks, firmly squeezing her as my thrusts began to match her speed. We let out loud pleasured moans as our bodies started to perspire. Bridget's hands explored my chest some more as I released another load inside of her. Her pussy was squelching wet but I knew we weren't even halfway done. As she orgasmed once again I hoisted myself upward, bringing my mouth back to hers. As our tongues collided I **** her onto her back while her legs wrapped around me. My dick didn't pull out of her for even a moment. My hands trailed up her stomach and I gave her breasts a playful squeeze. She let out a laugh as I unleashed another load. I continued to thrust inside of her and she grabbed the back of my hair, pulling me down for more kisses. We kept this up in the back seat for the entire car ride. We were completely lost in each other. Nothing in this world existed except Bridget and myself. We just kept roiling, writhing, thrusting, kissing, licking, squeezing, and groping as the car finally arrived at our destination. Even then, we still kept going at it at least two or three more rounds even after the vehicle came to a halt.

I collapsed with my back up against the car door. Bridget fell onto my chest as I wrapped my arm around her supple naked body. The both of us were sweating and panting heavily; my prick was still deep inside her. I used my fingers to comb a strand of her blond hair away from her face as she looked up at me and smiled. I grinned back at her knowing I was ready for another round once I got my second wind.

Sadly, I didn't get the chance as the sound of scribbling interrupted my erotic thoughts. I turned to the source and there I saw Delia watching us both intently as she drew something on a sketchpad she kept on the seat next to her.

It took me a second to come back down to Earth. I blinked, and then my face flushed."Sa-Delia! What the hell are you doing!?"

"Please, pretend I'm not here. Keep on going you two. This is a masterpiece in action!"

I slapped my hand on my face and Bridget let out a laugh as she cuddled me closely, pressing her boobs into my stomach. Clearly amused at my embarrassment. I tried to pull out of her but I was still very very hard and from the angle I was laying on the car door I couldn't pull her off without bumping her head on the roof of the car. I had to wait several minutes until I swelled down enough so I could pull out of her. In the meanwhile, Delia continued to draw on her sketchpad as she observed us.