ADEQUATE BRUISE CARE

I will never succeed in this class, I said.

From her laptop, Heather glanced up and rolled her eyes. "You say that every time. Then you manage to get at least a C." She despised the fact that despite not studying, Mark managed to earn respectable grades and gain admission to Diffie University. She had worked extremely hard to earn every grade throughout high school and ended up attending the same institution.

Mark sighed as he combed his fingers through his tightly curled brown hair. "College is very different from high school. The majority of what Professor Lerner says in class is beyond my comprehension."

Are you certain that isn't the case since you choose to party every night rather than sleep? With a snap, Heather shut her laptop and pulled her skirt over her legs.

"Maybe." Mark smiled as he gave her a look. "You look so mature today, wow. the job interview" Her legs are the strongest.

"just before a lesson. I doubt I'll be hired as the hostess at this upscale steakhouse downtown. It would have been ideal, but I have no doubt that they will choose someone else."

"Why?" Asked Mark. With each stretch, Heather made her tight turtleneck rippling. He had to force himself to turn aside after noticing how it pulled across her breasts. If she found him, she would be enraged.

"All the other candidates for the position were dressed in blazers, dress pants, and shoes that were more expensive than my monthly car payment. Absolutely stunning, each one of them. You want a hostess who attracts men, not one who repels them, if you're going to hire one." She pointed to her copper-colored locks and doll-like features. "Men treat me like a child when they look at me. One of those other women will be hired by them, and I'll... Go work the tables at that off-campus café we usually pass, I dunno."

A thought struck Mark. Before saying it out loud, he gave it a crazy thought. "What if I pay you $200 for the semester to tutor me in this class? I'll also give you some style advice so you can look like the stunning adult woman you are."

While giving it some thought, Heather tapped her fingers against the laptop's lid. I do need the money because Mark said I was attractive. I have nothing to lose "Yes, when are you ready to begin?

"How about this moment? You can teach me about Napoleon's invasion of Russia when we go over to my house."

Okay, I'll stop by my dorm room to drop off a few things and then I'll head over.

That'll give me time to set things for her, Mark reasoned, perfect.

**

One of the few single-family homes close to the school that hadn't been converted into apartments was Mark's home. Years before the university was constructed, his family had owned it. Heather was aware that his parents routinely declined requests from the university to purchase the home and acreage so that if their boys were approved, they would have off-campus living. Only Mark had entered up to this point, so he had the entire three story Victorian to himself.

She walked up to the porch with butterflies in her tummy. She was constantly jittery and tense when she was near him. When Heather first met him in middle school, it was just a little crush that grew over time into a complete sexual fixation. She gradually went from wanting to hold his hand, kiss him, and beg him to fuck her until she was unable to move. He was also unaware. As she stretched out to open the door, she reminded herself to be calm. He does not view you in that manner.

He yelled from upstairs as she crossed the doorway, "Come on in." I had an idea that we could set up in my living room because there is already a roaring fire there.

Right outside his bedroom is the sitting room. Heather's heart beat quickly. Before closing the door and going upstairs, she took a long, deep breath to settle herself.

Regarding the raging fire, Mark wasn't joking. He had piled up enough wood in the fireplace to produce enough flickering light and crackling heat to cover the entire room. "Wow, you made a lot of effort on this. Have you really come all the way from the kitchen with that table?"

Mark smirks. "Yes, I reasoned that if we were going to focus, we needed a warm environment, and you know how old houses are—cold and drafty even on warm days. I also received some food." She choked back a giggle as he pointed triumphantly to a tray of cheese and crackers, evidently having opened some of those kid-friendly cheese and cracker packs and spread them out on a plate. Also wine.

"Wine is essential for studying." Heather yelled as she moved near the table.

Are you alright? Mark quickly ran to her aid.

"I'm not certain. I hit my leg hard, right at the level of my shin. It aches a lot."

Mark muttered, "Let me look." He stooped and moaned. "The tablecloth got stuck on that dumb ornate door stop because I forgot about it. You could see the table better if I had relocated it. I'll get you to settle down so I can examine it."

Blushing, Heather. She didn't let him know that the pain was lessening, though. She was quickly picked up off the ground by Mark, who then cuddled her to his chest. Her ass and back could feel the power of his arms, and her inner core could feel the heat of his skin soaking through her skirt. She was taken aback when he unexpectedly opened the bedroom door and set her on the edge of the bed when she had anticipated him to carry her to a chair.

Mark said, "We might need to hold up your leg and administer ice." He knelt down and carefully pulled the boot off her foot while gliding the zipper down the boot. He then leaned in close to the crimson stain on her shin and grasped her leg with both hands. It appears like you may have a small bruise, but there is no sign of blood, and the bone is not damaged.

God is good, Heather said. His strong, warm hands made her heart race, and she desperately wanted them to cover her entire body.

Do you want me to kiss it to soothe it? He gave her a smile before casting a quick glance at her thighs. He could see well up Heather's skirt from his vantage point, and he could probably sense how agitated and hot she was. Oh my God, she would never get over this.

Heather pushed the words out of her mouth, "That's okay."

In answer, Mark shifted his position such that he was almost kissing the bruise on her shin. This time, it was impossible to miss the undeniable passion in his eyes as he turned to face Heather. "Please? You are, after all, my guest. If I was such a terrible host, what would my mother think?

She had no choice but to nod. While his lips caressed Heather's tender skin, she forced herself to hold her breath.

Do you feel any better now?

As Mark looked up at her, Heather's brain abruptly stopped responding, "Um, I—." With each heartbeat, her pulse raced hot and needy. From some faraway place she heard herself add, "I guess the bruise traveled up a little bit." Then, before her anxiety caused her to feel self-conscious, she widened her legs slightly.

"I suppose I'll have to perform a thorough workup on this limb. We can't have that bruise spread throughout your body, can we?" In order to squeeze between her legs, Mark's hot fingers opened them even wider as they moved up her body. He muttered, "A tiny kiss here," and then gently kissed her knee. And a quick kiss right here," he said, lowering his head to her inner thigh. Heather choked back a groan as his tongue touched her flesh during this wetter kiss.

She questioned whether this was actually happening. She discovered she didn't care if this was genuine or not when his lips incline forward, now distributing kisses with long lingering lips as he inched closer to her pushing. If she was experiencing a sex dream, let it be a good one so she wouldn't later regret believing it to be true.

Mark remarked, "I think your skirt and undergarments might be concealing a few bruises. As he looked up at her, his hands began to stroke her thighs. I want to devour her till she repeatedly screams my name at the top of her lungs because she is so gorgeous. She elevated her hips, unbuttoned the skirt, and threw it on the ground while he gasped for air. She was wearing some sort of turquoise lace panties with side ribbons.

Heather inhaled deeply and cut the ribbons, allowing the decorations to fall off her body. She leaned back on her elbows, exposing her pussy to the warmth of the fire. She was so excited that her first inclination was to take care of business before she awoke from this strange fantasy by running her fingers over her clit.

Mark pulled her fingers away as they made a move for her clit. "Yes, I believe I now understand where the bruises came from. A few more kisses ought to put an end to it." She whimpered as his breath touched her tender clit as he inched closer.

Heather's eyes rolled back in her head as soon as his tongue contacted her pussy. She muttered, "Oh, oh my god, Mark," as he moved closer and closer to where she wanted him most, brushing up through her smooth folds. His tongue slid away to lather at her secretions once more after just one small flick over the clit caused her hips to strain to meet him. She whimpered, "Please, please, please."

"Plz tell me," Before continuing to gently and slowly swipe his tongue against her lips, Mark questioned. "Say what you want to me."

"I'm unable to do anything. I desire, "On the bed, she writhed and groaned. She collapsed back onto the comforter once her elbows gave up. Little spasms tortured her pussy as she grasped the fabric with her fists and forced herself upright to look into his eyes intently. "Sniff my crotch. Please God, right now. I am unable to wait much longer."

Before placing his tongue on her eager clit, he said, "Good girl." Heather almost came on the spot because it felt so great. Mark teased her with little licks that left her panting as he moved the tip of his tongue over and beneath the hood.

She cried out, "Oh my god," raising her hips to meet him.

Mark said, muttering, "You taste fantastic. Before she had a chance to speak, he licked her lips from bottom to top and sucked her clit into his warm tongue. She felt her heartbeat quicken through her veins as his tongue continued to bathe her repeatedly.

"Mark, I'm coming, oh my gosh," Then Heather experienced an orgasm, her body trembling under his caresses.

At the sight, Mark experienced a sharp twitch in his pants at his dick. He was so horny from seeing her arrive that he was almost able to ejaculate without touching himself. He gave one last lick after she was done. "nice girl I believe the bruise is now gone."

For a little while, Heather shook her head but struggled to speak. It's amazing that after what they had just done, she still felt thus hesitant to ask him for what she needed.

"It's still there?" When Mark considered devouring her pussy once more, his dick spasmed. She tasted like fresh peaches in the spring, and he had wanted her for so long.

"No, it's further inside now," Heather gasped. I believe, "She murmured, her thoughts racing. She couldn't wait because she needed him. Oh no, I'm unable to play this game any longer. She seized hold of his jaw and hissed, "You must fuck me for me. Now."

Mark pushed her deeper onto the bed by standing up quickly and putting his arms over her thighs. He hissed, towering over her, "Thought you'd never ask. She just had time to ogle his chest for a split second before he pulled his shirt over his head and down his jeans. Her pussy tightened in desperation, and his dick appeared to be rock-hard. I need to see you, so take your shirt and bra off.

By leaning forward, Heather was able to pull the turtleneck over her head. She was grateful that the frothy turquoise lace bra had a front clasp because she had worn the matching set today. She undid the clasp as he watched, lowering the bra straps to her shoulders. The longer he watched, the more a blush appeared on her complexion, her breasts were big, and her nipples were tight.

Out of the nightstand, Mark took a condom and ripped open the packaging. Heather snatched it out of his hand before he could slip it over his dick. "Permit me," She was able to lie across his thighs once he turned over. She leaned over and wrapped her gentle hands around the base of his dick, her smooth pussy rubbing against his skin. I wonder what the best method to put this on is. She teased them back and forth while gliding her fingers over the velvet tip of his dick. Oh, I have a solution.

In her mouth, Heather placed the condom directly over her lips after grabbing it. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, rolling the condom as she went. He held his breath. He groaned, "Fuuuuck."

He was climbed off by Heather. "I will do as you request." She placed him at her entrance, placing her body over his while Mark gazed through half-closed eyes. Do you want to be ridden by me?

Mark pleaded, "Please." "Now."

Heather lowered herself until he was completely engulfing her while grinning sinisterly. She whimpered "Oh god" when she smacked the base with her pussy. "Oh gosh." Her engorged clit rubbed against his pubic hair as she elevated herself a few inches and then lowered herself again.

Mark sighed and said, "You feel so lovely.

Heather groaned, "I, oh I need," and then abandoned all pretense of moving slowly. For this, she had to wait far too long. After planting her pelvis firmly against him, she started riding him as hard and deeply as she could. She said, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Mark moaned, "Oh god. With each minor shift of her hips, he could feel the intensity of his climax rapidly approaching. She was riding him as he extended his hand between their bodies and massaged her clit with his fingers.

The response from Heather came right away. Oh my god, please don't stop, I beg you.

Never," he replied, panting. She rode him with increasingly frenzied movements as he clinched his teeth to control his climax.

She exhaled, a few happy murmurs and moans slipping from her lips as she said, "I'm so near." She had several times envisioned herself and Mark in this situation. She had never anticipated that she would far exceed her expectations. He pounded at her till she let go with a scream of delight as he teased her clit with his fingers. She felt her climax approaching.

Mark found the sensation of her pussy tightening and constricting around his dick to be too much. As his own orgasm hit him like a freight train, he let himself go while trembling.

He drew her into a warm embrace as soon as they were both able to breathe again. Heather said, "I've wanted to do it since.

Mark kissed her softly and slowly, saying, "Now that we've done it, I don't think we should wait too long before we do it again."