Elly Ries was savoring the quiet. School had been closed since noon thanks to a massive snowstorm. Early that Friday morning, news stations were breathlessly predicting the storm would kick in around dinner time. But shortly after the day’s first bell, the storm began falling so hard it soon became impossible to see the parking lot from her classroom window.

At 11:15, Principal Velle came over the intercom and announced the school day was ending in 45 minutes. The roar from students throughout the middle school was so loud, Elly’s ears rang.

As soon as the students were gone and the building was quiet, Elly sat down and began grading tests and essays. As a third-year social studies teacher, she’d established herself, but still felt compelled to go above and beyond to keep herself on the tenure track.

“Miss Ries?” a quiet voice from the doorway said.

Elly looked up and smiled. It was Alice, one of her favorites.

“I forgot my book, and my dad drove me here,” Alice said. “Luckily, Jerry was here and let me in.”

Jerry was the custodian and was a beloved figure for both students and staff.

“You’re not one to skip homework, even during a blizzard,” Elly said.

“Have you looked outside?” Alice said.

“I got distracted by my work, how bad is it?”

“Really bad,” Alice said. “We only made it here because we have an SUV and just live a few blocks away.”

“In that case, I’d better call it a day,” Elly said.

She quickly packed her things and headed out of the classroom with Alice.

When they arrived at the school’s main entrance, Elly stopped dead in her tracks. The snow was already up to the door handles of her Toyota Corolla. She knew her car wasn’t going anywhere in this storm, which meant she wasn’t going anywhere either.

She began to flip through scenarios in her mind. Could she walk to the Holiday Inn Express that was only a couple miles away? Would they have any rooms left? Would it be easier to sleep on the floor in her classroom?

Suddenly, a friendly voice approached. “Miss Ries?”

It was Andy, Alice’s father. Elly had made note of him at their first parent-teacher conference. He was in his early 40s, fit, with flecks of attractive gray in his hair. He was also widowed. Alice’s mother, Mallory, had died five years ago after an illness.

“Looks like I underestimated the storm,” Elly said.

“It’s a bad one, and not supposed to let up until Sunday morning,” Andy said. “Is that your Toyota?”

“It is,” Elly said. “Not exactly made for the snow.”

“I’ll say,” Alice said with a giggle. “Dad! Miss Ries should come home with us!”

“Oh no, that’s very nice, Alice,” Elly said. “But I couldn’t impose like that.”

Andy looked down at Alice. “I think you’re right,” he said.

Turning to Elly he said, “Really no imposition at all. We’re going to make pizza, watch some movies. You can’t miss that.”

Elly wasn’t sure about the protocol for such things, or if there even was any protocol. She paused for several seconds, thinking. Finally, she said, “Pizza and movies sounds better than this storm. I’m in.”

“This is going to be so much fun!” Alice said.

Andy held the passenger door open for Elly as Alice jumped into the backseat. Moving at a crawl, the SUV rumbled and rocked through the snow, and in just a few minutes they were at the house. Elly had texted her roommates to tell them she wouldn’t make it home and was safe.

For the next two hours, Elly forgot all about protocol, she was having a delightful time. Andy built a roaring fire in the living room. The three of them made pizza together and sat at the kitchen island eating and laughing.

She’d even gotten Alice to start calling her Elly instead of Miss Ries.

Elly couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Andy who was only becoming more attractive. She’d always liked older men and given that she was 25, she guessed Andy was at least 15 years older than she was. It was an age gap that didn’t bother her in the slightest, but she wondered how Andy would feel about it.

After finishing Jaws, Andy told Alice it was time for bed. “Why don’t you borrow Elly some pajamas?”

Alice ran to her room and brought back a set of neatly folded flannel pajamas. After handing them off, she hugged Andy and then Elly and said goodnight.

Elly was surprised but delighted by the hug. If only all middle schoolers had Alice’s intelligence and kindness.

She took the pajamas to the bathroom and closed the door. Given that she was only about 5’2 and 100 pounds, Elly knew the pajamas would fit. Undressing in front of the mirror, she immediately thought of Andy.

She knew she wasn’t a bombshell. She had soft brunette hair and light brown eyes. Her glasses and wardrobe made her look like a librarian as much as a social studies teacher.

Removing her shirt and bra, she looked at her 32B breasts in the mirror. They weren’t big, but they were perky and firm. Not bad, all in all, she thought to herself.

She took her pants off, revealing black boy shorts. She pulled the pajama pants on and then buttoned up the top. She folded her clothes, left them on the bathroom vanity, and exited.

Andy was standing in the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Join me?” he said.

“I’d love to,” she said.

They went back into the living room and sat down on the couch. The fire was still warm, and its shadow danced along the walls. Andy poured Elly a glass of wine and handed it to her.

“Alice thinks the world of you,” he said. “She came home on the first day of school and announced that you’re her favorite teacher.”

“I’m flattered, honestly,” Elly said. “She’s a great kid.”

 “She hasn’t spent much time with adult women since her mother died,” Andy said. “So I can see why she was drawn to you.”

Elly was surprised by his comment because she assumed Andy must have a girlfriend that Alice would have become friendly with.

“You don’t date?” Elly said.

“Not once since my wife died,” Andy said. “I supposed that after five years it’s time to get back out there. But I like my life. I’m busy with my work and with Alice.”

“You two have quite the bond, I can tell,” Elly said.

“How about you, a beautiful young teacher, you must be dating someone,” Andy said.

Elly blushed slightly at being called beautiful. The truth was she hadn’t been on a date since she was 20. Men didn’t approach her in real life and didn’t swipe right on her on dating apps. She’d only had sex with two people — a high school sort of boyfriend and her only college boyfriend, a nerdy gamer-type whose idea of a romantic night out was splitting a pizza and watching Rick and Morty.

Elly had dumped him just a few weeks before her 20^th birthday. Even though she knew the package underneath her clothes was better than the wrapping paper suggested, the fact was men saw her unglamorous appearance and disregarded her.

“I haven’t been on a date in years,” Elly said. “I’ve never been someone men chase. And even if I was, men my age are just looking for hook ups. I would want something serious. I’d like to have kids of my own someday.”  

Andy refilled her wine glass and said, “Before you know it, someone will swoop you up, you’re a catch, Elly.”

She sipped her wine and smiled. “I could say the same about you. You’re successful, good looking, a great father.”

He took a drink and said, “Most of the women who flirt with me are divorced and have kids of their own and, as someone who had stepsiblings, I’m not putting Alice through that. I guess I’ve always held on to some hope that I could meet someone and have more kids. Alice has always wanted siblings but I’m probably too old now.”

Elly was now a little drunk and completely comfortable with Andy. “You’re not too old to have more kids, not by a long shot,” she said.

“I’d need to meet someone quite a bit younger than me,” Andy said. “Easier said than done.”

They finished the bottle of wine and Andy went to the kitchen for another. Elly watched him go and felt an ache between her legs that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

After more wine and conversation, Elly leaned back on the couch and said, “This has been a wonderful surprise slumber party.”

Elly turned and smiled at Andy and as she did, a piece of her hair fell across her glasses. She was about to reach up and move it, but Andy beat her to the punch and caressed the hair out of her face. He let his hand linger for an extra second and that was all it took.

He leaned over and kissed her, who accepted his lips greedily. Their tongues found each other as Elly set her wine glass on the coffee table. As soon as her glass was down, he cupped her right breasts through the flannel.

She let out a happy sigh as her nipple responded to his touch. The kissing grew more intense. He began unbuttoning the pajama top and she did nothing to stop him. He tossed the shirt onto the floor and took in the view of her firm breasts and their hard, pink nipples.

“You have such a beautiful body,” he said.

She jumped on top of him, pushing him onto his back. She kissed his lips and neck and then pulled his shirt off so she could kiss his chest and stomach. She’d never been so aroused.

She kissed her way down his stomach and arrived at his belt, which she quickly unbuckled. She then unsnapped and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. She kissed his hard cock through the thin material of his boxers and then pulled them off.

She was thrilled by what she saw. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. She gently took it in her hand. It had been more than five years since she’d touched a cock, and she’d never touched one this large.

Her cravings now completely overwhelmed her, and she moved her mouth to Andy’s cock. She licked it all over, up and down, slowly. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. She worked her mouth further down, taking in more and more hard cock.

The two men — boys really — she’d slept with previously would usually cum in seconds after she’d put their cocks in her mouth, which meant she never really knew whether she liked giving head.

But now she knew. She loved it. Andy’s thick cock in her mouth drove her wild. She kept working more of him into her mouth, finally allowing the head to slowly work its way down her throat.

Andy groaned and sighed, letting her know how much he liked it. As more cock when down her throat, she choked and gagged and her eyes watered. The noises seemed to increase Andy’s enjoyment, which only increased her enjoyment.

She found her rhythm now. She was sliding her mouth down Andy’s shaft, letting the head choke her throat before bringing her mouth back up to the tip before sliding her mouth back down. Over and over.

She could taste more precum now. She loved the way it felt in her mouth. She’d never minded swallowing before and certainly wasn’t going to object to swallowing Andy’s cum. As she kept sucking, Andy ran his fingers through her hair, giving her pleasured goosebumps.

Finally, Andy’s body tensed, and he let out a long groan as he began shooting cum into her mouth. The feeling and Andy’s pleasure only served to turn her on more. She swallowed his first shot, which was quickly followed by two more. None of the men she’d been with before had cum nearly so much.

After swallowing everything he could give her and then feeling him go limp, she released his cock from her mouth and crawled up him, resting her head on his chest.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Incredible,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”

“For me, too,” Elly said.

After a short rest, Andy maneuvered Elly onto her back on the couch and got on his knees on the floor. Elly watched him with eager eyes.

He pulled the pajama pants down and then her boy shorts. He put his head between her petite thighs and began tasting her dripping pussy with his tongue. She let out a long, loud moan — loud enough that she covered her mouth.

Andy kept licking. He worked each pussy lip with his tongue while playing with her clit with his fingers. He sucked her clit between his lips and ran his fingers through her full, brown bush. He spread her pussy open so he could work his tongue over every centimeter of it.

Elly was savoring every second. A few hours ago, she was a single teacher without romantic prospects and now she was having her pussy eaten by an older man she was wildly attracted to. Finally, her physical pleasure was so overwhelming that her mind went blank. There was only her and him and his tongue.

Her total relaxation allowed her to build to an orgasm, which, when it came, overwhelmed her. She shook and her eyes fluttered. “Oh my God,” she said.

Andy kept licking her pussy as her orgasm subsided. Then she was back in his arms, resting her head on his chest. He caressed her soft skin with his fingertips and squeezed her small, hard ass. She reached down to touch his cock and was surprised to find that it was again completely hard.

Elly kissed him and gently stroked his cock. “I’m ready for more,” she said.

That was all he needed to hear. He moved her onto her back and got between her legs. For a second, she considered asking him about a condom. She wasn’t on birth control because why would she be? But she wanted his cock in her pussy with no barrier between them. She wanted him to fill her with cum. She didn’t care about consequences.

Andy placed the head of his cock against her dripping snatch and slowly filled her. He was so much bigger, so much more confident, so much more attractive than anyone she’d been with. She could feel her pussy struggling to stretch enough to let him in.

But before long, he was deeply inside her, pumping himself in and out of her as she kissed his face and neck and moaned softly. It was a level of pleasure she’d never experienced before.

After another minute, he took her legs and placed them over his shoulders. He pushed her legs forward with his shoulders, which put her knees even with her ears. He began fucking her even harder and deeper. He seemed nearly out of control with desire. Elly had never imagined anyone, or anything, could make her pussy feel this good.

She orgasmed hard and deep and practically grunted with joy and release. But Andy wasn’t done.

He moved her again, placing her on her hands and knees on the couch and then pushed her face down on to a small pillow, leaving her ass high in the air. In a flash, he was back inside her and her body jolted awake.

Though she’d already orgasmed twice, her pussy was reaching — was on fire — for more.

“Make me cum again,” she said.

Andy grabbed her slender hips and pushed her forward, allowing his cock to almost slip out of her, before yanking her all the way back down his entire cock. He was fucking her as hard as he could. She could feel his balls slapping against her as he pumped into her.

“Go as hard as you want,” Elly said.

Andy began wrecking her. Thrusting so hard that Elly’s head banged against the couch’s armrest. She grabbed parts of the couch with both hands, clinging on for dear life.

“Fuckkkkkkk” she screamed into the pillow. Her pussy exploded all over Andy’s cock. This time, her orgasm was so intense — so overwhelming — that she was seeing stars and couldn’t breathe. It was wave after wave of pleasure like she’d never experienced.

During her orgasm, Andy kept sliding his cock in and out of her wet, box. “I can’t believe how good your pussy feels,” he said to her. “You’re so tight.”

Elly loved hearing his words. “Will you do something for me?” she said.

“Of course,” he replied. “Anything.”

Elly’s eyes were still closed as he worked his cock in and out of her. “Cum in me, please, cum in me.”

Andy didn’t need to be told twice. He gave one final, hard thrust, sending his cock deeply into Elly’s pussy and then released his cum. He moaned deeply as he filled her with shot after shot of cum. When he was finally empty, he collapsed onto her.

Elly rolled onto her back and reached for him, pulling him down to her chest. He rested his head against her breasts as she played with his hair.

They stayed like that for several minutes, content in the knowledge that they’d found each other at just the right time and that this night was just the first of many.

By now, the fire was almost out, and Andy could feel Elly getting cold. He stood up and reach down and in one motion scooped her off the couch and into his arms. “Time for bed,” he said.

As he carried her to the bedroom she said, “This has been the best night of my life.”

“You know,” he said, “It’ll be Sunday night before anything is plowed out. I think you better plan on being here with us all weekend.”