Simon Hewitt: Chapter Two
#3 of Simon Hewitt
Chapter Two: in which Simon is gullible.
Simon sat down at one of the square metal tables in the Student Union and pulled out some ungraded papers for Fundamentals of Flight. He started going through the first paper, written by a lynx he used to know through the Photography Club. The student, Liam Andersen, had terrible grammar. Simon had to mark points off left and right, which he felt guilty doing because he kind of owed Liam for not getting him in trouble for developing prints of nude girls. He wasn't sure if he really owed him for that, he had given Liam a copy of one of the better ones (a cute mouse with unusually large tits), but he went easy on him anyway. Other than grammar, Liam's paper was pretty standard. Simon moved on to Chelsea's paper. Chelsea had good grammar, but she had forgotten to account for drag. Simon sighed. How can you forget drag? He had never really pegged Chelsea for the smart type- she was a blonde human after all- but drag was the only thing they were actually calculating.
After grading that huge fiasco, he moved on to Caylee's paper. He knew he shouldn't be grading it- he wanted to fuck her so hard- but he couldn't decide if he wanted her to get a terrible grade or a great one. If she got a good grade, she'd be happy, but if she got a bad one, she might attend a private study session with him... or flat out sleep her way into an A. He started looking through the paper. Everything was pretty normal, a few small errors like everyone always gets, nothing too outlandish. With a sigh, Simon started grading her paper.
"Oh! Can I see when you're done?"
Simon jumped. "Augh! Sorry, I didn't see you there! I guess you can see it, but I need to hang onto it and run the batch of papers all by the professor before handing them back to the class."
"I understand," Caylee said. "I just want to know how I did. I've been doing pretty badly in some of my classes this semester but Fundamentals of Flight hasn't given me a major grade yet. I mean, the first exam hasn't happened yet and this is the first paper..."
"You did pretty well, there's nothing too awkward missing here. I'll be done in a minute, why don't you sit down?" Caylee followed Simon's suggestion and pulled one of the red plastic chairs out from under the table. Simon finished grading her paper, trying to avoid looking at her rack, and handed it to her. Caylee had a worried look on her face.
"B?" she said, flipping through it. "Oh no..."
"What's so bad about a B? This is a hard college, a B is way better than most people do. Besides, the grade for the class gets curved at the end of the semester."
"Listen, is there any way I could do extra credit or something? I have to have a 4.0 or my parents won't pay for college. I can't take out loans, I have to go back to the North Pole after this and it's illegal to be in debt there." Caylee was really worried.
"Umm..." Simon's dreams were coming true, but he was also worried about her. "Why would you go back to the North Pole? It's a corrupt dictatorship and they have constant food shortages! Live here, stay in Pennsylvania, I'm sure you could get citizenship somehow if you don't have it."
Caylee shook her head. "It takes at least six years to get citizenship, in which you can't have a job here or a permanent residence here. I have to go back. They'd come get me if I tried anyway. I don't mean to be blunt, but I've seen you looking at me before- could we work something out together in private? I'm sure you know what I mean by that."
Simon certainly knew what she meant by that. His cervine cock certainly did. It was already reasonably engorged. "Yes, I'm amenable to that. Do you want to go to your room or mine?"
"Either. I know my roommate isn't there, and I've got condoms in my room- a few different brands- also some porn if you want to watch some first. If you want to go to yours that's okay too."
Simon weighed the options and stuffed his belongings back into his red backpack. "Let's go to your room then. Lead the way." Caylee stood up, grabbed her purple messenger bag, and began walking. Simon followed, watching her hips sway. "I like your tail," he said "It looks so soft."
"Thanks!" She led him to one of the older dorms, and into a mildly cluttered room. "Do you want something to eat? It's nearly five o'clock."
"Not really, but if you want to eat, go ahead. I can work on other students' papers or something..."
"No, I'd rather have sex first. I'll eat later." Caylee stripped naked in front of him as if it were something she was accustomed to doing and indifferent about.
"Wow, you have really perky tits!" Simon was rock hard at this point. Caylee stepped over to him and started peeling his clothes off his cervine frame. She got him naked and took his hand, pulling him over to the bed.
"Is missionary okay with you, at least for starters?" Caylee said. She grabbed her purse off the mahogany nightstand and opened it up. Several condoms lay inside. "Which one do you want?"
Simon picked out the kind he was accustomed to and rolled it down the length of his hard cock. "Of course missionary's okay." He was kind of relieved she had picked it, because he wasn't sure if he would be good at anything else. Caylee lay down on the bed, speading her legs for him. Simon sat down between them and leaned forward, nuzzling her vulva. He licked her labia sensuously with his long tongue, eliciting squirms and moans from the bear. Sticking his tongue as far as he could inside her, he tried to feel every surface he could, licking the inside of her vagina. He took his time, making sure she was enjoying it. He took his tongue out of her, and began licking her clit, then sucking on it gently. She was having a grand time- nobody had ever done oral on her before, and she hadn't known what to expect when he put his nose to her originally. Simon didn't know that, though, and he stopped tonguing her in order to effect the missionary position. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes, and thank you for what you did. That felt... fantastic." Caylee was clearly having the time of her life.
"Okay, here goes." Simon slowly slipped his cock into her slit. She began thrusting her hips against his, and he responded by matching her thrusts. His dick slid in and out of her tight orfice as he moaned in pleasure. "Oh Caylee..." Caylee ground her hips against him and gasped in pleasure. She reached up with one of her hands and took hold of Simon's balls, massaging them gently. Simon was delighted, and fucked her as deep as possible. Her breasts methodically jiggled as they thrust their hips rhythmically together. Harder, faster... they ground their hips together, they made out, they moaned, they groaned and grunted... Simon's thick shaft slid in and out of her, throbbing and almost ready to cum. He didn't want to end too soon, so he figured maybe he should try changing positions, which would necessitate spending a bit of time with his cock outside of her. They were both sweating with the effort. "Do you... would you let me take you from behind?"
"Sure," Caylee replied. Simon disengaged his cock from her vagina. He stood up as she positioned herself, bending over the bed with her ass in the air and her feet on the ground. He placed his hands on the small of her back and embedded his dick in her with a single thrust. "Oh Simon, that feels so good!" Caylee moaned. Simon began to pound her, her ass jiggling nicely every time his crotch collided with her butt. He grunted and began to massage her tail. Caylee's rack swung as her body moved back and forth.
"I- I'm about to... oh Caylee, I'm cumming!" Simon embedded the entirety of his dick in her, shaking and spurting cum into the condom he was wearing. "Oh Caylee, that was fantastic!" Simon withdrew from her and peeled the condom off his cock.
"I had a wonderful time too, Simon," Caylee said. "Maybe we should do this again sometime." She stood up, went over to the sink, and washed her hands. "The trash bin is over here," she said, pointing to a grey plastic bin.
"Thanks, I was wondering where it was." Simon threw the spent condom away and checked his watch. It was about 5:15 P.M. "I'm going to go to our classroom early and try to finish grading these papers. Good work on yours, by the way. 100%, top marks."
Caylee smiled. "Thank you, Simon. I'll be there on time."
Simon left, ambling slowly and happily over to Room 318.