Chapter 45: Love Problems

When he got home, Arthur talked with Amanda, and they decided to cook a vegan dinner, keeping the leftover pork in the freezer for another day.

Naturally, they were craving a change of taste after eating so much meat.

On Wednesday, Kat, Alan, and Arthur met after class to discuss Professor William’s project even though the blonde ended up deciding almost everything they would do.

She was the most excited person in the world and advocated for using the photo Arthur had taken of her. He agreed with the idea, thinking that if it were him, he’d be embarrassed to hand in a college assignment with a picture of himself.

Alan preferred to stay quiet, only giving his opinion when prompted, about the possibility of editing the image. He was no expert, but he learned these things quickly and knew a thing or two.

Who would have thought his past as an internet troll, making boring memes and annoying fake images, would be useful for something.

And Arthur’s main contribution was explaining his thinking behind the picture he took of Kat. Or, better put, his contribution was bullshitting his way into saying something artistic-sounding.

He couldn’t just say he was taking a lot of pictures and randomly captured a good moment.

They would even earn good grades with this project later, and Alan was less scared of Kat by the end of it. So Arthur evaluated it as an overall success.

However, on another front, he was surprisingly failing. And he had no idea of what he was doing wrong.

Since Monday, he had been trying to get some time alone with his lovely teacher, but Iris seemed to be avoiding him. It could be that she was just very busy, but he had his doubts.

On Tuesday, they only talked briefly, and every other time he tried to speak with her, Iris wasn’t available. On Wednesday, he couldn’t even find her, even though he had stayed at college until later with Kat and Alan, doing the written part of William’s assignment.

Then when he tried to invite her to play games, she also said she didn’t have time. And on Thursday, she even refused to go drinking with him.

"The problem is that she doesn’t even look angry..." he murmured to himself.

He briefly saw her on Thursday, and instead of angry, she seemed happy, and their chemistry was still as good as ever. So what could the problem be?

Even if she really wanted a one-week break from sex, that didn’t mean they couldn’t talk.

However, speaking of sex, he was missing his teacher. Even if for a short period, she had gotten him used to continuing sessions, and being left alone out of nowhere was making him itch.

Maybe he should take her suggestion and go after other girls, but... truth be told, he had no one in mind.

Amanda had basically told him no, and Vanessa was still traveling abroad. There were one or two attractive girls in his class, and at the gym, but....

"Maybe I have gotten spoiled," he murmured to himself, thinking about how the only option he could think of at the same level of beauty as Iris was Kat.

But he had no interest in her. Well, maybe if she allowed him to gag her, making her shut up, then it wouldn’t be bad?

Arthur grinned, his cock reacting at the idea, making him once again horny. These days, anything was enough to make him hard.

〇〇〇

Iris fell onto her own bed, burying her blushing face in her pillow. Her heart was beating fast, and her cheeks were burning.

She felt like she had, once again, become a teenager who couldn’t even properly look her crush in the eyes.

The teacher already knew she was falling in love with Arthur, but the way he spoke with her when he saw her crying, even if it was over something stupid...

He was probably the first man to ever find her cute. She had been seen as sexy and strong countless times, but she genuinely couldn’t remember another man who would see her as a cute, fragile girl.

And like any normal woman, she couldn’t resist when a handsome prince offered her help with those caring eyes.

However...

"I can’t," she screamed, the pillow muffling her words.

She had already crossed the line by getting sexually involved with Arthur. If his mother found out, she would kill her. There wasn’t the slightest chance she would let him marry an older woman.

And Iris didn’t want that either. He was too young, and he would surely be able to meet someone better than her. She didn’t feel like she was enough.

"I need to get a hold of myself," she said to herself, walking to the bathroom, so she could see her own face in the mirror.

Iris cleaned her face with cold water, trying to cool down her feelings. Still, her lips would never stop curling into a smile, her mind continuously going back to Arthur.

She was so anxious to go on another date with him, even if, surprisingly, she was not feeling as horny as she expected.

He really had fucked her hard enough that all her pent-up lust had been released. His stamina and lust were impressive. Iris even wondered if, in the future, a single woman would be enough to deal with him.

If the competition was just stamina, Iris was confident she was in the top 10%... Actually, probably in the top 1% or maybe 0.1% among all women, and still he almost fucked her unconscious.

"If I keep pushing him, he will become a real monster," she grinned perversely, looking at herself.

And once again her heart began beating faster as she thought about him again, feeling all bubbly inside.

She wanted to go on a date with him immediately.

Iris jumped on her bed again, trying to take deep, slow breaths. Each one made her really huge tits bounce greatly.

The woman fell into an almost meditative-like state, trying to calm herself down.

She needed to tame her intense love for him, so they could continue having their fun and casual relationship.

Still... he was so good looking, so perfect... The girl once again rolled from one side to the other on her bed, trying to hold back her feelings.

She was way too in love, and even if she tried to lie to herself, she was past the point of controlling herself.

"I’m such a mess!" she screamed to herself, getting up and jumping out of bed.

The only solution she could find to really calm down was going to her living room and playing some games.

At least they were enough to distract her mind from Arthur.

That was until she imagined how fun it would be to play with him, and she blushed all over again, her nipples slowly stiffening against her thin white blouse.

If Arthur saw his sexy teacher at that moment, he would definitely claim her lips in a passionate kiss and push her to the ground, making her take his cock.

"Fuck..." she breathed hard, clenching her thick thighs.

Even games were not enough to distract her, so she decided to use her ultimate weapon: exercises.

It was impossible to feel horny or think too much about love when she was training really hard. And it had the added bonus of keeping her waist slim, her ass big and perfectly shaped, her body sexy for Arthur.

〇〇〇

Meanwhile, on Thursday, Arthur returned home after training hard at the gym. However, when he opened the door of Amanda’s apartment, he was surprised...

Amanda was standing in the middle of the living room, wearing nothing but a thin, oversized shirt. Her hair was a mess, and she looked as though she had been pacing around the apartment for the last ten minutes.

Her big boobs stood firm, proudly fighting gravity. Her small, stiff nipples poking holes in the thin material.

The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up.

"Arthur!"

She practically launched herself at him.

"Whoa!"

Arthur barely had time to react before Amanda threw her arms around his neck. The sudden movement made her accidentally smother his face against her perfect big boobs. He even felt her nipples brush against his lips for a second, the thin fabric almost unnoticeable.

"Thank god you finally arrived!" she screamed, not explaining what was actually happening.

Arthur tried to escape her grip, but her hug became even tighter as her body trembled slightly. She was literally smashing her tits against his face.

"It’s a monster!" she declared, once again not explaining things properly.

Arthur could only try, and fail, to hold back his erection, his cock throbbing burningly.

And soon he was rock hard, still at the apartment entrance, completely unsure of what was happening. Or what the problem was.