Destination, Margaritaville

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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A college professor and her former student hook up after a class reunion, and after a lot of cocktails.


This vignette was written for Ebni as part of my Patreon request days for the month of June 2019. The story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and over-consumption of alcohol. Drink responsibly, folks. :3

Destination, Margaritaville

Drunk sex was never a good idea. When you were drunk, and more importantly when your partner was drunk, it was impossible to know if consent was being given from a coherent and well-considered place. The best plan was to just avoid it entirely, even if the social lubrication of alcohol made the normally daunting tasks of flirting and even outright suggesting sex as an option so, so much easier.

But, with all that being said, Jay moaned as he watched Rita return from her bedroom, swaying slightly from side to side as she walked, and holding a large dildo in her hands. The coatimundi was topless, a fact that Jay didn't think had been true when she disappeared a minute or so ago. Topless or not though, she still tossed the dildo over to him with a giggle, clapping briefly when somehow the cougar caught it. A second later she reached down and started to unbutton her jeans, even as she continued to approach the couch on which Jay was sitting with wide eyes and tented, florally patterned shorts.

"C'mon, don't leave me hanging here. Take them off!"

Rita giggled as she shimmied out of her jeans and panties all at once, stripping with the lack of inhibition and wholly absent attempt at subtlety or seductiveness that came with their mutually inebriated state. She flopped down on the couch beside Jay with the last of her clothes already around her knees, and as she shuffled and kicked them off the rest of the way, she leaned forward and plucked off the coffee table the fifth or sixth drink of the night, downing the last of the cocktail for which she had been named with two swift gulps.

By the time she set the glass down again beside an almost empty pitcher, definitely not the first they'd shared over the course of the evening, Jay was just lifting his ass off the couch to pull down his shorts, leaving himself in only a pair of now even more obviously bulging boxer-briefs. He looked up at the beautiful, naked woman sitting and waiting eagerly, expectantly beside him, swallowed thickly, and hooked his thumbs around the last of his clothes before teasing them down too. His already flushed cheeks burned scarlet, and his already spinning, alcohol soaked head grew dizzy with anticipation.

"Professor Reed..."

He murmured softly, only to shudder as she pressed a finger to his lips and shushed him loudly, drunkenly with a giggle.

"Nnnuuh-uh. You haven't been my student for two years, Jay. And even when you were, I told all of you. Rita. I never did like that last name."

The cougar gulped and nodded.

"Rita, y-you're... beautiful."

He murmured bashfully, gasping as a moment later the woman almost twice his age wrapped a hand around the back of his head and kissed him deeply, sloppily.

"Mnnh, flatterer."

The coati teased as their lips parted, reaching out and running a single finger across the tip of his cock as her other hand grasped at the dildo which she had set down close by.

"Prove it."

She added with a glimmer of lust in her glassy, drunkenly un-fixed eyes.

"Show me what you said is true. That you spent years in my classes fantasising about me. Imagining how I'd look naked, masturbating..."

That was what had got them to that point, after all. A chance reunion years after graduation. A conversation over drinks at the bar which had turned flirtatious to their mutual surprise and delight. A tipsy invitation back to Rita's home. More drinks. More flirting as alcohol flowed and boundaries dropped. A confession of long held attraction, admitted now only because of Rita's recent divorce. Of sexual fantasies experienced, and wishes unfulfilled. But, as the coati shuffled back on the couch, span herself around to rest her legs up in front of Jay before spreading them wide apart with knees bent, she sought to undo the make-believe of what Jake had harboured secretly since he had been her student. She bared her plump body to him, brought to bear the dildo which had brought her immensely more satisfaction in the last six months or so than her husband ever had in over a decade, and moaned in elation as with the racing of her heart and the alcohol in her bloodstream fuelling her excitement to higher and higher levels, she eased the toy into herself before the cougar's wide, hungry eyes.

"Oh fuck..."

Jay grunted as he grasped his cock and started to stroke it, leaning back so that Rita could watch him just as he was watching her. The dildo was larger, thicker and longer than him by an ample degree, but he didn't care. He wasn't embarrassed by his average size, at least not in that moment. He was far too drunk to listen to the anxieties which might normally have kept him from getting this far on such passionate whims, and far too turned on by Rita as she held the dildo by its base with one hand, spread her lips apart with the other, and began to rather forcefully and swiftly drive the toy home into herself over, and over, and over again.

"Oh fuck, Profe-...Rita... that's so fucking hot."

It was fucking hot, and Rita herself felt it as much as Jay. She didn't do this. She hadn't ever done this. Not with former students. Not with younger men. Not at all since her divorce, if she was honest. She knew it was the alcohol. She knew she would never have done this while sober. But, she begged herself not to regret this later on. She pleaded with her own mind just to shut down its rational thought for a while, and let this happen without consequence. Jay had never been any trouble in her class, and whatever his private feelings about her might have been she had never heard him joking about her with his fellow students, or caught him staring inappropriately even for a moment during any of their interactions. But, he seemed to really want this. And so did she. So, many a margarita or not, she wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted tonight, even if it was only tonight, to be about them having fun and enjoying each other no matter what had come before, or would come after.

"Oh, Jay... I'm... mmmhhaahh... I'm going to cum soon. Watch me. Please."

She gasped feverishly, giggling, trembling as the cougar's eyes bulged and his hand on his cock became a blur. She felt her pussy clamping down around the toy. She felt her toes curling. Her thighs quivering. She rubbed her clit, threw back her head, and...

*******

"Again! Please, Jay! Harder!"

Rita wailed as she wrapped her arms and legs around the cougar, eyes wide, muzzle gaping, panting feverishly as he ploughed her into the mattress of her bed with a vigour that her husband had never, ever been able to achieve even on his most wild and rare, generous nights.

*******

"Right there! R-right... yes! Oh god! Oh god, Jay!"

His fingers tapped her g-spot as his tongue rasped over her clit, and Rita shrieked in pure ecstasy, too overwhelmed and still too drunk on alcohol and pleasure alike to care as she felt herself full on squirt in the cougar's face.

*******

"Nnnhmmnn. Nnhhghhd..."

Hot water rushed over them as cum poured down Rita's throat, Jay's legs shaking as he held her face tenderly but desperately, rocking hips hips against her and bumping his crotch against her nose as she engulfed his entire cock, gulping down every drop of cum it had to offer.

*******

"Oh, god..."

When morning came of course, the groans that escaped Rita and Jay alike weren't quite so pleasant in tone. As they lay in bed together though, nursing headaches, hangovers, and debating whether or not they were going to have to make their new lover watch as they rushed from the bed to go hurl, they did so with arms gently wrapped around each other, and fingers entwined.

They blushed, and kissed, and though they didn't say much more than that in their mutually delicate state, they both fought to make one thing very clear.

Even now, in the light of day and without any alcohol to coax them along, they were still glad this had happened. If anything, beyond the brief flashes between Rita masturbating on the couch and her blowjob in the slower... they just both wished that they could remember more of what they'd shared. But, that didn't spoil the mood, at least not any more than the queasiness of their hangovers did, and when finally Rita stopped feeling nauseous enough to risk speaking without feeling like she might gag, she kissed Jay on the cheek and whispered to him softly.

"Next time, maybe dinner rather than just drinks before we... y'know."

Jay beamed, and nodded warmly.

"I'd like that, Rita. I'd really, r-really..."

His voice trailed off.

His eyes widened.

"Oh god. I... I promise, I swear, I... I want to. It's not you, it's..."

He stammered suddenly as he began to extract himself from the coati's arms. The cougar leapt out of bed, and Rita watched his naked ass and flaccid, flapping cock vanish from view as he raced into the adjoining bathroom, slammed the door, and almost immediately began to...

Rita winced, and closed her eyes with a groan of discomfort as her own stomach churned a little at the sounds from beyond.

They were definitely going to skip, or at least massively cut back on the drinks next time. But, there was going to be a next time, and that was fucking grea-...

"O-oh, crap..."

Rita whimpered as she heard Jay still throwing up from inside the bathroom, and she felt her own stomach lurch in immediate warning.

They were going to have a fantastic second night together, she was sure of it. But as she raced for the kitchen sink from her bedroom, clutching a hand over her mouth and pleading for her body to let her get the whole way there, she promised herself one thing.

Their second night together would have a much more romantic, less gross end to it than the first.

By Jeeves

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