Forbidden First Times: A Contemporary Romance Collection

by Sofia T Summers

  But thinking about the silky material touching Eden’s pussy lips, nestling between the plump cheeks of her ass and riding up, rubbing her clit, making her soaking wet for me, had been worth it.

  The only thing I wished was that I could have seen the look on her face when she’d opened the envelope marked ‘private and confidential’.

  Well, there was one other thing, too.

  I wished that she was wearing the panties.

  That evening, I was more relieved than ever to leave campus and go home. I changed into lounge clothes – drawstring pants and an old university shirt – and made myself a drink, then sat down at my desk and looked over the papers I’d been carrying around for days without even glancing over.

  I needed to catch up on grading – I’d been neglecting my papers for so long that they were practically growing mold. I sipped my drink and closed my eyes, groaning to myself. I could picture Eden in my office, sitting naked on my desk with her legs spread and her gorgeous pussy exposed. She’d put a hand to her slit and rub her clit, slowly and tenderly at first, then faster and faster until she was coming hard and yelping and her pussy was gushing with juices and her face was red and oh, fuck!

  I have to do something about this, I thought. This is fucking madness.

  I reached for my phone and texted her, I need you. I’m going crazy.

  She didn’t reply right away – of course she didn’t, she was a twenty-one-year-old college student and it was Friday night.

  I got up and finished my drink, then walked around the room and groaned. I tried to think about work, about the papers lying in front of me, but my mind was locked on Eden Cooper and I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I fucked her senseless once again.

  My phone buzzed and I practically ran across the room to grab it. Her reply made me grunt with frustrated lust.

  I just got off work and Petra wants me to go to a party with her.

  That, a clear reminder that she was a student and I much older, a lecherous professor, should have turned me off.

  It didn’t.

  If anything, it just made me want her more. I was loathe to admit it, but the thought of her curves bouncing and swaying around in a crowded room with a ton of other students made me mad with jealousy.

  And I had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing to me, too.

  Those fraternity idiots wouldn’t appreciate her body, wouldn’t appreciate that she was more of a woman than some of those college girls ever would be. They wouldn’t appreciate her mind and her big, open heart. They’d just see her tits and snicker, figure that she was an easy lay because she was shy and quiet and oh-so-curvy.

  A wave of hot lust rushed through my body as my fingers hovered over the keyboard on the screen of my phone.

  Don’t go.

  This time, she texted back almost immediately.

  What? Why not?

  Because I want you, I replied.

  Eden didn’t reply and a low growl emerged from the back of my throat. God, she was driving me crazy.

  I need you, I finally texted.

  In a matter of seconds, my phone buzzed down in my hand.

  Eden had replied with her address – I recognized the street from the night I’d dropped her off after the brewpub, the night our affair had tumbled from mere flirtation into intense kissing that had left my balls aching with desire for her.

  Petra’s leaving in 20, Eden added. Come over?

  I didn’t reply at first – I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to make her wait for it. I wanted her to know how I felt, how desperately insane I was for her. I wanted her to squirm and twist her pale thighs together and clench her muscles, pressing against the lips of her pussy and stimulating herself.

  Then my phone buzzed again and I looked down. The sight splashed across my screen made my dick instantly hard. It was Eden – from the neck down, she was a smart girl – in nothing but the red panties I’d bought for her, with her hand over her tits. Playing coy, so shy, such a fucking tease.

  If I looked for long enough, I could almost make out the wet spot of arousal on the crotch of her thong.

  My cock was throbbing and a wolfish grin spread across my face. I knew that I was in for a real treat – another night of amazing sex with the hottest woman I’d ever seen.

  Fuck yes.

  23

  Eden – Friday

  My hand was trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Had I really just done that? I’d never even taken a nude selfie before, much less sent one to anyone else. Petra had always told me that it was good to practice – “know your angles” was how she’d put it – and I worried that the picture I’d sent to Professor Marks had been too unflattering. My stomach looked huge and pale in the dim light of the bathroom, and the red panties that the professor had given me were a size too small –they were tight and they rode up my butt and I’d had to spend nearly half the day with my hand down my pants, fixing my thong.

  I couldn’t lie, though – the sensation from my panties rubbing my pussy lips and clit had been heavenly, and I’d spent the day walking around in a horny haze. Professor Marks had to have done that on purpose, giving me too-small panties, knowing that I’d wear them, knowing that I’d love thinking about his hands running over the material before he’d stuck them in an envelope and handed it over.

  Thank god I’d listened to him, and that I hadn’t opened the envelope in front of Petra! I hadn’t assumed it was going to be a gift for me, much less a really sexy gift. I’d thought he had just been teasing me and asking me to run an errand for him as an excuse to talk to me.

  I blushed crimson as I stared down at the screen of my phone, waiting for Professor Marks to reply.

  Don’t get dressed. Just stay like that, in your panties. Touch yourself, but don’t come.

  I bit my lip, flushing even harder. My cheeks burned and I swallowed hard.

  Yes, Sir, I typed back. Is there anything else?

  You will find out when I arrive, Professor Marks texted back.

  My heart began to flutter and beat hard with excitement, and I paced in my room, naked save for the sinfully wanton panties.

  “Eden!” Petra yelled, knocking on my bedroom door. “I’ve gotta come in there for a second!”

  “Wait!” I yelped. “No,” I added in a strangled voice.

  “Stop being so weird,” Petra called through the door. She tried the knob and I heard her puzzled murmur to find it locked.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  Petra laughed. “God, what is with you today,” she called. “I need my coat, dum-dum.”

  “Um, why is it in here?” I asked. I was still breathing hard and sweating – what would I do if she didn’t leave? Will was probably already on his way, and there was literally no reason for a professor to go to the home of a student, especially not on a Friday night.

  And especially not after he’d ordered said student to remain nearly naked as she waited for him.

  “Because your bedroom has the good closet,” Petra groaned. “Come on, Eden, I don’t care if you look like shit – just let me in. I’m gonna be late meeting Evan!”

  Fuck, I thought. In my state of arousal, I’d completely forgotten about the arrangement we’d made at the beginning of the year – that I had the bigger bedroom, so Petra had stuffed half of her clothes in with mine. I pulled a ratty cotton bathrobe around my rotund body and held it shut with one hand as I unlocked my door with the other.

  Petra breezed in, smelling like perfume and hair spray. She barely looked at me as she walked over to the closet and began rifling through it, fumbling for her coat. When she found it, she groaned with audible relief.

  “Thank god it was in here,” Petra said. She pulled it on over her slender frame, belting it and nodding with satisfaction. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good,” she said. She crossed the room and before I could stop her, put her hand to my forehead. “And you’re burning up! Are you getting sick?”

  I s
hook my head. “I’m just tired, that’s all,” I lied, afraid she’d hear the frantic beating of my heart and figure out my dirty little secret.

  “Well, are you sure you don’t want to come with?”

  I shook my head again. “No, really. I’m good here. You go, though,” I added. “Have fun with Evan.”

  Petra grinned. “We’ll try to be quiet when we get back,” she said, and I couldn’t help but notice how her pronouns had shifted. Ever since getting back together with Evan, she was no longer an ‘I’ but rather a ‘we’.

  I wondered if I’d ever be able to say we when I meant myself and Professor Marks.

  “Okay,” I said, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Have fun,” I repeated.

  Petra gave me a wave – luckily, she was so distracted by thoughts of the party that she didn’t see just how strangely I was acting – and left. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat down hard on my bed and slowly pulled the robe away from my body. The air inside of our apartment was chilly and my nipples were stiff and tingly by the time I put my hand to my body.

  I hadn’t masturbated very often – it had taken me years to figure out how to have an orgasm, and despite the fact that I hadn’t grown up in a terribly religious household, there was always something vaguely ... unsettling about the concept. It made me feel like I was no better than an animal, doing something dirty just because it felt good.

  But knowing that Professor Marks wanted me to do it filled with a strange kind of excitement. Lust burned in my pussy as I licked my lips and lay down on my bed, my cheeks flushed with shame at the thought of what I was about to do. With my phone in one hand, camera on and facing me, I spread my legs and rubbed my fingers over the crotch of my panties. They were soaking wet with my juices and I gasped and moaned as my fingers found my clit and began rubbing it. I took picture after picture of hand rubbing my pussy, massaging my pussy lips and pulling the silky fabric to the side to expose my clit.

  Just as I sent the last of the pictures to Professor Marks, there was a knock at the front door that made me yelp with surprise and bolt up in bed. Walking naked through the apartment felt so strange – even though I knew Petra wasn’t home, I worried that she would jump out at every turn and stare at me in horror.

  Opening the door made me blush bright red, and I practically yanked Professor Marks inside. As soon as he was inside, he stepped back and stared at me with lust, letting his eyes travel over my numerous curves.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Will growled. He stepped closer and ran a hand down my naked back. His fingers were chill from the cold weather outside and I gasped as his freezing hand slid between the cheeks of my ass and rubbed gently at my asshole before sliding close to my pussy. He groaned with desire as I spread my legs, standing a shoulder-width apart, and let push two cold fingers inside of me.

  Will grinned. “You’re soaking wet, baby girl,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. Standing next to my fully-clothed lover in just those obscene panties was making me hotter than I ever could have thought possible. I trembled as Will took his fingers out of my pussy and lifted them to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling my intimate fragrance. He held his hand out to me and raised an eyebrow.

  “Clean me off,” Will ordered.

  I lapped his hand clean, tasted my own juices and sucked them off his fingers. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would explode as I looked up at Will, locking eyes with him as I sucked and licked his hand.

  “Good girl,” Will said softly. “Now, show me your bedroom.”

  I led Will through the apartment, swaying my ass from side to side with each step. The friction of my naked thighs rubbing together and my boobs bouncing made me feel slutty and adventurous, like I was an entirely different person. Will followed me into my bedroom and I shut and locked the door behind us. My hands were still on the door when Will grabbed me and pounced on me, pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me and kissing me roughly. The wool of his coat rubbed against my nipples and I moaned hotly into his mouth as his tongue probed against mine.

  “Fuck, baby, I needed this so bad,” Will grunted in my ear. He sucked and licked my earlobe, moving his mouth lower and covering my neck in kisses. It felt so good that my eyes rolled back into my head and I ran my hand through Will’s hair, tangling and tugging at his scalp. I wanted more – my body was pulsing and buzzing with excited electricity – and Will’s kisses were setting me on fire. As he nudged my thighs apart and crawled between my legs, he put his free hand back inside my panties and started rubbing my clit, picking up where I had left off.

  “Those fucking pictures,” Will groaned. “You nearly made me come in my pants, baby girl,” he added, and I flushed hotly. “I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”

  I bit my lip and moaned as his fingers rubbed my clit and slid inside of my waiting pussy. I was so wet, so warm, so eager for him that I spread my legs and ground against his touch, rubbed my clit on his thumb like a total slut. Will grinned down at me getting myself off on him, and he pulled his hand away when I sensed a massive orgasm approaching.

  “Not just yet,” Will said archly. He smirked at me and took off his coat. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry as I watched him take off his shirt, then his pants, then his boxers. When his cock popped free, I almost gasped. He was so gorgeous, too sexy to be real, and he was right here.

  In my bed.

  “I want you,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  Will raised an eyebrow at me. “Please, what?”

  I bit my lip and squirmed on the bed. “Please, Sir,” I said softly. “I want you.”

  “Hmmm,” Will said, cocking his head to the side and pretending to think. “I don’t think I’m quite convinced, miss. I think you need to show me just how much you need me.”

  When I realized what he wanted me to do, I cried out in protest.

  “Touch yourself for me, baby girl,” Will ordered. “If you don’t do it, I’ll leave. You’ll be all alone – so horny, so wet, wanting my cock so much and knowing you won’t ever have it again.”

  I blushed harder than I ever had in my entire life. The idea of masturbating and sending Will pictures was one thing, but touching myself in front of him? The idea was horrifying embarrassing – what if I made a weird face, or he didn’t think it was sexy after all?

  But after a few seconds, I slid my hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. Instantly, heavenly sensations began building in my body and I closed my eyes. Soon, I was undulating and writhing and using both hands to pleasure myself. Will groaned with obvious lust and yanked my hand free of my panties, then pulled the crotch of my thong to the side and plunged deep inside of me. As soon as I felt his cock burying itself inside of me, I cried out and a powerful orgasm crested and broke over me. This was what I had wanted, what I had needed so badly. Will fucked me harder, slapping my ass and leaning down to suck my stiff nipples, making ecstasy swarm through every cell, every nerve, every vein in my body. I moaned and twisted, arching my back and taking both of his hands in mine, then putting them to my tits and squeezing.

  Will groaned and bucked, digging his hands into my breasts and then moving them down my body to cup my ass, to drive further into me with every thrust. We tumbled and rolled around on the bed, in a private world of just the two of us. It was so intense that tears came to my eyes as a second orgasm hit me like a freight train and I gasped and screamed and yelled Will’s name, filling the silence of my apartment with a hoarse shriek of ultimate pleasure.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” Will growled. “You feel so fucking good!” He was sweating and bucking, groaning and grunting as his own orgasm hit. When I felt his cock gushing cum deep inside of me, I moaned with happiness.

  This wasn’t just sex – there was no way it was just sex. There was an intense, chemical connection between our bodies and a strong, intellectual connection between our minds.

  I wrapped my thighs around Will’s body, holding him deep inside
of me. He flopped down on top of me, still breathing hard, and put a sweaty arm around my body.

  “God, I needed that,” Will groaned. “I needed you, Eden.”

  I swallowed and nodded. “I know,” I said softly. “I needed you, too.”

  Will pulled out of me and I gasped – nothing ever felt as good as his cock in my pussy, and every time he pulled out, I felt like crying.

  “I wish you could stay,” I said drowsily, curling up next to him on the bed and covering our naked bodies with a sheet.

  “I know,” Will said. He nuzzled my sweaty neck and then cupped my chin his hands, bringing my face to his for a passionate, slow kiss that left my toes curled up with happiness.

  “Wanna get something to eat?” I asked softly.

  Will tensed. The atmosphere of the bedroom suddenly changed – turned from warm and loving to strange and alien.

  “Eden, you know we can’t do that,” he said slowly.

  I swallowed. “I know,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry.”

  Will didn’t say anything. He rolled out of my bed and started to pull his clothes on. Seeing his gorgeous body covered up once again made me realize that he was already leaving, that our encounter had once again been all too short, all too brief.

  “I’m really sorry,” I said again. “I feel like a total idiot.”

  Will shook his head. “Eden, it’s fine,” he said, but he sounded tired and wan.

  Despite his words, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly stupid. This was the first relationship I’d ever had – was I going to screw it up by not knowing how to do things? By not knowing how to navigate the waters of love with an adult man?

  I’d seen Petra and Evan fumble their relationship before, but that was different. They were both my age, college kids who were still figuring out the waters.