by Sj Hooks
Chapter 11
No less nervous than when I drove my car off the faculty lot thirty minutes earlier, I found myself knocking at Julia’s front door—a now-familiar position for me to be in, it seemed.
"Come in, Professor," she said demurely as she opened the door and stepped aside, her eyes fixed on the floor.
I walked in and looked around nervously when she shut the door behind me. I had no idea what I was supposed to do now.
"Julia.” I realized that I didn't know what I was going to say next.
"Call me Ms. Wilde," she said softly, looking up at me while fiddling with one of her long braids.
Clearly, Julia was playing some sort of game and wanted me to participate. And, God help me, I wanted to be a part of it, but I didn’t know the rules.
"I'm so sorry for my insolence in class, Professor. What can I do to make you forgive me?" she asked.
"I, um, I don't know," I said helplessly.
Julia ran her hands down my chest, playing with my belt while she looked up at me.
"Please let me show you how sorry I am. I'll do anything you ask."
Anything I ask? Oh God, she wants me to tell her what to do.
My pulse thundered in my ears as she looked up at me with a coquettish smile on her perfect pink lips. Did she even realize the magnitude of what she was asking? I had never taken charge with her before, or with any woman for that matter. She had always initiated, but now it was my turn. It left me feeling dumbfounded and frozen to the spot.
I’m terrible at this game. Why does she want someone who’s this meek and unsure of himself? Oh God, I suck. I'm just standing here like a complete moron, staring at her. She must think I've had an aneurysm. Just say something. Now. Say something now, you idiot, before she changes her mind!
"K-kiss me," I stammered.
Her demure smile widened, which made her whole face light up. I felt a strange fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach—maybe it had been a bad idea to have seafood for lunch.
"Yes, Professor.” She stood up on her toes and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. "Was that all right? Have I shown you how sorry I am?"
"I, uh, I might need a little more convincing," I said unsurely.
Please kiss me again.
"OK," she said, and this time she pressed her lips against mine.
She kissed my bottom lip, then the top, and slid her tongue into my mouth when I parted mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held onto her slender waist as the kiss deepened. When she pulled back, I nearly grabbed hold of her to stop her. I wasn't done kissing her, but the gentleman in me let her take a step back.
"Is there anything else you want?" she asked, running her fingertips over the top buttons of her shirt.
"Open your shirt?”
She did what I asked without hesitation and I relaxed further. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, revealing a white lace bra. I realized that this was the first time that she’d undressed for me, and for some reason it was incredibly arousing. I knew that I was the only man she showed her body to like this, and as long as I kept seeing her, no one else would. I believed Julia when she’d told me this. She had no reason to lie about it since we weren't in a relationship, and it made me happy that I was the only one in her bed now.
"Take that off as well," I said, running my index finger over her bra strap. She unclasped it and let it join her shirt on the floor.
I want to feel her.
"Can I touch you?" I half-whispered.
She nodded. "You can do anything you want, Professor," she said with a smile. "Anything."
Anything? She’ll let me do anything I want?
"I just want you," I murmured, running my hands up and down her naked arms.
"Then have me," she whispered. "Take me. I want you to."
I pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers, pressing her against me while my hands roamed over her half-naked body. I moved my mouth to her neck, licking her warm skin and tasting her.
"Take my shirt off," I whispered, feeling her skilled fingers undo the buttons quickly and slide it off me.
My hands drifted down her back and as I bunched up her skirt, I felt only soft, smooth skin.
"Oh, God, you're naked underneath!" I gasped, grabbing her backside. "Were you like this in class today?"
"Yes, I did it for you," she murmured against my lips. "I dressed like this in class for you."
"Why?" I asked, pressing the lower half of her body against my erection.
"Watching you teach makes me so hot," she confessed. "I liked the way you looked at me today. I had a feeling that you’d like the outfit."
You're wrong, beautiful girl. I don't like it. I love it.
I moved my right hand to her front and touched underneath the skirt. Dipping my index finger inside her folds, I found her warm and slick.
"God, you're so…" I groaned.
Aroused.
"I'm wet for you," she moaned, moving herself against my hand. "Take me!"
I pushed my finger all the way inside her and she moaned again. Her hands flew to my belt and five seconds later, my pants and boxers were pooled around my ankles. She stroked my length firmly and I gasped before kissing her again.
Suddenly, she turned around in my arms and took a step forward to lean on her desk. I watched in amazement as she arched her back and spread her legs in invitation. Instantly, I was behind her, lifting her skirt up to reveal her naked backside. Bending over, I kissed the side of her neck and enveloped her breasts in my hands. I’d never felt this uninhibited before and I wanted her with an urgency I’d never felt before.
"I need you," I rasped, slipping my erection between her wet lips.
"Fuck me, Stephen," she begged. "Please!"
"W-what about protection?" I gasped.
"I'm on the pill. I'm safe, I swear. I've never gone without a condom before."
"I haven't either," I ground out, looking down to where our bodies were so close to connecting.
"Please, I want you.” She pushed herself back against me.
I kept my eyes trained on the sight as I slowly pushed inside her. "Oh, God.”
"More!"
Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her.
Oh, God! Oh, God! This is heaven!
Through my lust-filled haze, I heard Julia cry out and froze instantly. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"No!" she said. "No, not at all."
"Are you sure?"
"I swear," she said. "Fuck me, Stephen! Do it again!"
I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder before pulling back so that I almost slipped out of her. I gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her again.
"Oh, that feels so good!" I moaned loudly.
I ran my hands up her back and grabbed her shoulders. I pulled back and started thrusting roughly, reveling in the sound of her whimpers. I couldn't stop my mouth from running, telling her how wonderful it felt.
"Oh, Julia! God, that's so good," I panted. "It feels so amazing!"
I noticed that her hands were gripping the desk tightly.
"Is it OK? Is it good?" I gasped.
"So fucking good!" she moaned, moving her right hand between her legs.
"Oh, God, are you touching yourself?"
She nodded fervently, arousing me further. She was so confident and self-assured. I didn't have to worry about my performance when I was with her. Julia would clue me in to what she needed to feel good. She leaned down on her forearms, changing the angle slightly. I pushed into her again and let out a strangled, guttural moan when I felt how much deeper I was able to go. My thrusts became faster and wilder as I took her with a sense of savagery I didn't know I possessed.
"I—I'm close," I panted. "I can't….you feel too good. Please come!"
Seconds later, she did, calling out my name.
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Julia!" I panted.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I thrust wildly into her and came so hard that it completely took my breath
away. I pulled back and pushed forward again slowly, letting out a low moan as my body started to relax and my orgasm reached its end. I fell forward and wrapped my arms around her, covering her shoulders and neck with soft kisses while we both caught our breath.
"Julia," I murmured, resting my head on her shoulder. "Are you all right?"
She let out a breathy laugh. "Fuck, yes! That was fantastic!”
I grinned, feeling proud. When I lifted my head, I finally got a good look at the tattoo below the nape of her neck. It was a small circle with a four-leaf clover in the center, and I was surprised that I actually liked it. I placed a kiss on it and slowly disengaged from her. Immediately, she stood up, making a beeline for the bathroom, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me for a passionate kiss. I didn't want to let go of her right away, knowing that we wouldn't be touching each other much now that we’d had sex. We didn't usually cuddle, but right now, I wanted to feel her close to me.
"You’re incredible," I whispered against her lips.
"Mmm," she hummed. "You're not so bad yourself."
I held her for another minute before she pulled away. "I need to clean up a bit. That's the drawback of not using a condom, I guess."
"Oh, of course," I said, letting go of her.
She smiled. "It was a lot better, though.”
"Uh, yeah," I said, running my hands through my hair. I was a little amazed how much of a difference it had made in terms of sensitivity. It felt fantastic being inside her with nothing between us.
"Hey, you're not regretting it, are you?" she asked, looking up at me. "I’m on the pill and I’ve been tested just in case."
"No, not at all. Um, but why did you want to do it without one now?"
"I couldn't wait another second to feel your cock inside me," she laughed. "I mean, it's been a week."
"Yeah, uh, that's a long time," I said. I didn't want to tell Julia that before sleeping with her the first time, it’d been years since my last sexual encounter. A week was nothing in comparison, but I knew what she meant. I’d been desperate to be inside her again, and it seemed that she’d felt the same urgency.
"And you're a responsible guy," she added, before heading to the bathroom. "I know you wouldn't lie about being safe."
"No, I wouldn't do that,” I murmured, reaching down to pull up my pants and boxers, which were still pooled around my ankles. I was lucky that I hadn’t accidentally tripped or something equally embarrassing.
Julia reappeared and started dressing, which was a shame. I liked looking at her half-naked body.
“God, I’m starving,” she said out of nowhere.
"I can make us something," I suggested.
"Oh, that's nice of you to offer, but I don't have any food in the house.”
"We, um, we could go to my place," I said carefully. "I have everything there to make dinner."
She stopped buttoning her shirt, looking at me.
"You could come by in an hour and I'll have it ready," I added. For the first time, I felt her hesitate. Her eyes showed apprehension, something I’d never seen in them before.
"An hour?" she asked. "I don't know. I'm into instant gratification."
"I'll make it worth the wait," I coaxed. I didn't want our time together to be over yet and I hoped that she’d say yes. I liked spending time with her. She was easy to talk to and I was starting to feel bored when I was home alone. That was definitely a first for me, and I didn't like it one bit.
Please come over.
"Are you a good cook?" she asked.
"I've never had any complaints."
Well, in all fairness, I’ve mostly cooked for Matt, who’d eat road kill if it had cheese melted on top.
I could see the wheels turning in her head, and I wondered why a simple offer to eat dinner at my place would make her so pensive.
"I guess we could do that," she finally said, and started unbuttoning again. “Then I’ll have time for a shower, first.”
Yes, she said yes!
"I'll go home and get started, then," I said eagerly and headed for the door. "I'll see you in an hour."
I had almost reached it when she called my name. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, grinning.
What? Oh.
I walked over and cupped her face in my hands, giving her a soft kiss. She let out a small laugh.
"What is it?"
"That was nice, but I actually meant that you didn't give me your address," she snickered.
Oh! God, how did I ever manage to get a doctorate with my idiotic brain?
I told her where I lived and kissed her again before I left, feeling fantastic about our dinner plans. On the drive home, I found myself planning out the evening.
She prefers red wine, and I have that really great bottle I've been saving. I should probably stop at the store and buy some candles, too. She really likes those. I need to shower and change. Should I change my sheets? Dinner dates don’t usually equal sex, but with Julia…
I drew a deep breath at my realization, pulling over to the side of the road.
I'm having Julia over for a date!
Chapter 12
It's not a date. It's not a date!
I rushed through the supermarket, throwing things in my cart, all the while telling myself that I was not about to have a date with Julia. We were just having dinner and that was all. She’d already made it perfectly clear that she didn't date, and that we weren't in a relationship. Dating wasn’t part of our arrangement at all.
Besides, I don't even like her.
The second the thought passed through my head I knew it was a lie. I did like her. Not romantically, of course, that was just preposterous. We were entirely incompatible for a serious relationship. But I did enjoy spending time with her and not just in bed, although that was where we were usually situated since she didn't have a dining table or a couch. I loved sleeping with her, but I also had a good time just talking to her and watching movies together. It was a welcome change from spending most nights by myself.
Julia was easy to be with. We discussed literature, which was the one interest that we had in common—well, apart from sex, obviously. We were both interested in that. I wondered if she’d planned our encounter today before she came to class. She’d told me that she’d worn the outfit for me because she thought that I’d like it. She’d been absolutely right about that. It had turned me on beyond belief to see her dressed like a modest schoolgirl because I knew that was deceptive, at best. Julia certainly wasn't shy about her body and her sexuality, and I really liked that about her. In the beginning it had intimidated me, but now I preferred it that way. I didn't feel as nervous about sleeping with her as I had at first. The knowledge that she’d tell me what to do without judging me for my lack of experience was very freeing, and it allowed me to relax and enjoy myself when we were together.
She's not like other women at all.
Frowning, I recalled my previous experiences in the bedroom: fumbling, nervous touches underneath the covers with women who didn't offer words of confirmation or encouragement. The mortifying realization that they weren’t enjoying themselves and I had failed to make them climax. Subsequent awkward conversations, breakups, disappointment, and self-doubt, all made me doubt my abilities as a lover. That summed up my sexual past and I hated thinking about it. Eventually, it drove me into celibacy. Having a brother who openly bragged about his many conquests—the trail of satisfied women all over the Bay Area who, in his own words, were begging him for more—coupled with my own embarrassing experiences had left me despondent and weary.
But then Julia had come along. Julia, with her openness and no-nonsense attitude toward sex, who’d shown me how great it could feel to lose oneself in physical pleasure and not constantly focus on cerebral matters. She was a breath of fresh air and I’d be a fool not to like her for that reason alone.
It's not a date, but I still want to give her a great night at my place.
I could reciprocate her kindness
with a nice home-cooked meal, which I was under the impression was something of a rarity for Julia since she didn't cook at all. Happy with my decision, I finished grocery shopping and raced home to my apartment, knowing that I had plenty to do before she arrived. Thankfully, I had just cleaned the day before so I didn't have to worry about that.
Not that she would care with the clutter she's used to living in.
I started dinner immediately because I knew that Julia was hungry already and I didn't want her to have to wait too long once she arrived. I had decided to make chicken cacciatore, which took almost an hour to cook, and I was already behind schedule. I could have made her something simpler with what I’d already had at home, but I wanted her to enjoy her time here. It might encourage her to come back another night.
I prepared the chicken pieces and browned them, moving onto the vegetables while I thought about what would happen when she arrived. I found it impossible to predict Julia’s behavior most of the time, but I still tried. As I was thinking through the possibilities, a frightening notion hit me.
What if she cancels?
She had seemed a bit reluctant when I’d invited her and I suddenly worried that she might have changed her mind. I checked my phone, but thankfully she hadn't texted me since I’d left her apartment. I went back into the kitchen where I covered the chicken and vegetables with diced tomatoes and a little white wine, leaving it to simmer while I boiled water for the fresh pasta that I’d picked up. I decided to slice some ciabatta as well. I knew that Julia could eat a lot compared to most women I’d dated, which was rather refreshing.
I set the table and wondered if Julia might feel inspired to buy a dining table once she realized how nice it was to eat at one. She could just get a small one with two chairs for when I visited her.
No, probably not. I bet she likes eating in bed. She doesn't strike me as the kind of girl who cares about doing what others do.
I looked around my apartment and tried to view it with neutral eyes: hardwood floors; white walls with a few paintings in subtle tones, all in metal frames; a dark-gray couch, a coffee table, a dining table, and bookshelves in light-colored wood. It didn't give much away about the person who lived there, except that he was obviously a stickler for order. My books, records, and movies were alphabetized and divided into genres, the surfaces were clean, and I had a very low tolerance for knickknacks. My apartment looked the exact opposite of Julia's place, and I was fairly sure that she’d hate it.
