“Fuck, Tom. Oh my god, harder!”
It took every ounce of willpower to stop Lily from throwing her hands in her pants as she helplessly listened to their fuck-sessions. She still had a conscience, though. Was it breaking down? Yes, but it was going to take a few more months before she’d stoop so low as to get off from the sounds of her roommate getting off. It was so tempting though. The fantasies would fill her mind, and they were getting more lucid every night Tom and Jessie made love. What if...she thought, What if I just walked into their room right now? Let Tom have his way with me while Jessie watches in the background. The idea made her uncontrollably horny, but Jessie was her friend. It would ruin both of them if anything like that was to happen.
But one night…
“Hey, come on in Tom.” It was a Saturday evening and Tom was wearing a thin basketball shorts. Jessie decided to make a quick trip to the grocery store, and her boyfriend showed up to their apartment to surprise her. “Jess will be back soon. She just went to grab some food.”
“Ah, ok. Cool if I watch TV with you till she gets here?”
“Of course.”
Lily was about ready for bed—no bra, baggy sweatpants, hair in a messy bun. Tom was totally into it, she could tell immediately from his body language. He sat close to her, and made a blatant advance as he grabbed for the pillow across from her. His hands gently brushed over Lily’s perky breasts as he reached over.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry.” He said to her with a breathy, sarcastic voice.
“No worries.” You’re the good girl, remember? You can’t fuck your roommate’s boyfriend.
“So, how long do you think she’ll be? Ten minutes?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Ok, cool. Weird question, but I never see you hanging out with guys. Do you just…not swing that way, or…?”
The forwardness of his question made her blush. “Like, am I straight, you mean? Yeah. I just...I dunno. It’s hard for me to find guys that I resonate with.”
Tom’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and worked his way down her neck. Lily didn’t stop him. “That’s a shame. I feel bad for the guys who are missing out on you.”
Lily could see him getting stiff through his thin basketball shorts. She could take her eyes off it. A real dick. Right there in front of her getting hard for her. Don’t do it. You’re going to fuck everything up. But her logical mind shut off in that moment. Her hand magnetically drew itself to his massive erection, and grabbed onto it tightly. What are you doing!? Tom responded with a sharp inhale—surprised that he’d actually broken through the walls of her seemingly reserved nature. He pulled Lily on top of him, and pressed his dick against her as she uncontrollably grinded him through his thin shorts. Their lips locked onto each other—wet, unapologetically sloppy—their tongues danced around each other as their hearts beat fast in their chest.
All Lily could think of was how badly she wanted his cock to rail her. Hundreds of days of sexual repression built inside of her, causing her hips to gyrate fast, faster…faster. She needed him inside of her. She had to have it. Lily moved off of him, ripped the waist of his shorts down his thighs and pulled his thick erection through the slit in his boxer shorts. It was a pretty good looking cock. Her mouth salivated. Two years. When she held it in her hands, it felt like her first time. She stared at Tom with eyes glazed over with lust.
“I want you to fuck me.” She said with an imperative voice, saturated with desperation. She pulled her sweats down with her thumb, and then…
“Shit!” They both shot up off the couch when the sound of the opening door echoed through the entryway. Lily pulled up her sweats, and rocketed to her room while Tom fidgeted to put his ridged cock away.
“Hey, I’m back!” Jessie walked into the living room to find Tom on the couch with a blanket over his legs. “Oh, hey babe. What? Did Lily just leave you out here by yourself?”
“Um, oh. Yeah, I think she’s just doing homework in her room. It’s all good. How was your day?”
“Oh not bad. Here,” she took something out her bag and placed it on the counter, “grabbed some dinner for us.”
Chapter 2
Lily slammed her hand on her pillow. So fucking close. Another sexless day tacked onto her seemingly endless dry spell. He was so big too, she knew it would have been a fun time. As she sat in her room, and pondered what had just happened, she did feel a slight tinge of regret. I mean, Tom obviously wanted it, but she should have known better. He and Jess were great together, and she decided it probably wasn’t worth the trouble after all. But that feeling still lingered deep within her. That inescapable feeling of needing to be filled, dominated, fucked. “No more good girl.” She whispered under her breath. “It’s been way too long.”
Right before bed, Lily’s mind became clouded with anxiousness. Classes started the next day—new professors, new students, new everything—and she knew she’d have to work hard for her 4.0 this year. Never had Lily fallen below a perfect GPA, and she was going to make sure that didn’t happen this semester. She worked too hard the previous two years—as well as the entirety of high school—for that to happen. She didn’t feel as prepared as she usually was, though. Something about that night made her highly aware of that—Tom, the fantasies, all of those lustful thoughts. Are my priorities changing? She thought, as she drifted to sleep to the sound of Tom and Jess making love in the next room over. Now she understood why Jess was so loud. That cock, that big cock. That great big cock.
When Lily awoke the next morning, she tried to pull herself out of bed with as much confidence as she could possibly muster. Shower, makeup, backpack. Out the door she went to begin her first day as a junior. As she walked to class, she couldn’t help but think about how quickly her college career was already passing her. In no time, she’d be well on her way to establishing a career in speech pathology, and creating a genuine life of her own. Crazy, she thought.
Her first few classes dragged on at a gruelingly slow rate. First day, not even done with all of my classes, and I already feel like I need a nap. But she pressed on regardless. Finally, it was time for her last class: French. Lily had always found foreign language to be easiest, so she saved it for the end of the day as a means of taking a breather. Everything was going swimmingly until he walked in.
“Bonjour, classe.” He shut the door rigidly behind him. “My name is Mr. DuPont, I’ll be your French 301 teacher this semester.” He moved to the front desk with an air of confidence that Lily had never seen before in a man. Everything about him screamed poised, self-assured, assertive—it was oddly captivating. “Here is this year’s syllabus. If you have been in my class before, you will find that there are a few changes I’ve made. Don’t be lazy, please read the whole thing over.” As he passed by Lily’s desk, she couldn’t ignore the wonderful fragrance which emanated from his rather fit body. “Please pay attention to my first bullet point on page one…” Lily’s mind drowned out his voice as she lost herself in his dashing eyes. You serious right now, Lily? Her conscience yelled at her. He’s your damn teacher. He’s probably married, pull yourself together.
Before she knew it, he dismissed the class. Oh my god, I didn’t pay attention to a single word. It was the first time that had ever happened to her. Usually she was the most attentive student in her classes, but Mr. DuPont just made it so hard to concentrate on anything. Messing it up, Lily. You’re gonna fail if you keep this nonsense up.
She raised her hand as everyone else was leaving. He nodded, and called on her. “Yes? Question?”
“Sorry, I was daydreaming there for a bit. Were we assigned homework for tonight?”
“Read pages 1-35 in your text. Pay attention next time, I don’t enjoy repeating myself.” He said with an explicit tone of condescension.
Duly noted, Jerk. “Sorry, thanks.” Oh, didn’t realize I was fawning over a straight-up asshole. She thought as she gathered her books.
It bothered her to the core. She’d never
been talked to in such a demeaning way by any of her teachers before. She was the good student, and after hearing him talk down on her like she was an idiot, she was going to prove that fact to him.
~ ~ ~
“Well, how was your classes?” Jessie asked when she got back to her apartment.
“Oh, fine, up until my French class. My professor is a total…”
Jessie interrupted her. “Mr. DuPont?”
“Yeah.”
“Total asshole. Yep, had him last year. That’s just how his personality is, don’t let it get to you. Hot though, right?”
“Uh, what?”
“He’s a hottie. Probably the most attractive professor I’ve ever had. I’m sure he could teach a little more than just French, if you know what I mean.” Jessie winked at her.
Lily turned red. “Don’t be a creep, Jess.”
“Hey, facts are facts. You can’t deny he’s got a lot going on.”
“Whatever.” Lily strolled into her room, sat herself down at her desk, and pressed her face into her French 301 text book. Mr. DuPont wasn’t going to get the best of her this semester—she was going to make sure of that.
Chapter 3
“Abigale.”
“Here, Mr. DuPont.”
“Alicia?”
An arm shoots up. “Here.”
“Alright.” He stopped for a moment. His eyes dashed around the room, and landed on Lily. An ominous smirk came across his face before calling on her. “Lily?”
Fucking creepo. “Yep, right here.”
“Ok. Effacer vos bureaux. J'ai un test pour vous tous. You’re in an advanced French class. If you didn’t understand a word I just said, I suggest you drop out, and find something easier. For the rest of you…”
Lily immediately cleared her desk, and whipped out a pen. Without hesitation, she mustered up a smart-assed comment. “You told us to clear our desks because you have a test prepared for us. I think most of us understood you, Mr. D. We wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
He snickered a bit under his breath. “Well, I suppose we all know who the smarty-pants is in this class. If any of you have any questions, please ask Miss Lily. It will make my job easier.”
Ass. Hole. She’d only known DuPont for little over a day, and she was already fed up with him. No way in hell she was going to drop this class though. She was going to ace it, just to prove to him that his passive aggressive attitude had no bearing on her work ethic. She quickly realized that he was acting this way just to feel superior to his students, and from that point onward, she wasn’t going to keep playing his silly game.
Mr. DuPont moved slowly up and down the room as he passed out his pop quiz. “Everything on here pertains to your reading last night. If you didn’t read, don’t even bother taking it.” A few of the students laid down their pencils when he said this, but Lily kept hers snug in her grip, ready to go. When he reached her desk, he paused for a moment. “Hmm, good luck to you, Lily-Miss-Smarty-Pants. Looks like you’re awfully prepared for this.” She ignored him, and began answering questions as soon as he handed her the paper.
Alright Lily, take your time. You’re gonna ace this. Make Mr. DuPont eat his own words like it was his lunch. She was the first to finish, which came to a surprise Mr. D. With a blank, stoic face, she approached the front of the room, and audibly slammed the paper onto his desk. Another grin grew on his face. “Thank you, Lily.” He called out as she pivoted around and returned to her desk.
She watched him intently as he scanned her paper with his red, felt-tipped pen. One mark. Two marks. Lily could feel herself cringing in her chair each time he touched the paper. At the end, she noticed him scrawling something in the bottom left corner. As the students around her continued working away, Mr. DuPont nonchalantly walked over, and handed back her graded paper. In the corner, emphasized by a large circle, was her grade: “95%“. A gasp of disbelieve exhaled from her as her as she looked it over, and when she did, she realized this was not just a silly game. This was a full-fledged war.
—Good job, Lily! He wrote neatly at the bottom. But the problem was, she had not made a single mistake. Her hand shot up immediately. “Mr. DuPont. I have a question for you.” She blurted out before he acknowledged her.
“Alright. Please keep your voice down, others are still working.”
Not gonna happen. “I answered these all correctly. My grade should reflect that, but you only gave me a 95% score.”
“Wow, you really weren’t listening to my lecture yesterday, were you?”
“I…”
“I made it very clear that I do not give perfect scores for doing the bare minimum. That’s even stated clearly on your syllabus, first page. If you want a perfect score, you need to earn that extra 5%.”
“But I…”
“If you want to discuss this further, my office hours are 3:45 to 5 o’clock today. I suggest you stop by.” He looked deeply into her Hazelnut eyes, and ended the conversation with a wink. The hell was that? She thought. A fucking wink? What in the world is going on here? This is so ridiculous.
“Andrew, good job incorporating that fact about the origin of the word ‘personne.’ Keep it up.”
Lily boiled when she heard him congratulating the other students. She absolutely loathed one-upping if it wasn’t in her favor. But that was going to change. Damn right I’m talking to you after class, Mr. DuPont. You’re not gonna stop me short of perfection.
Chapter 4
It was 4 o’clock sharp when his office door rattled with a knock of authority. “Come in!” Lily flung the door open, stomped her way inside, and sat herself down at the chair adjacent to him without asking for a seat. “Obviously something is on your mind?”
She reached deep into her backpack, and withdrew her pop quiz. “Yeah, something is on my mind. I’m not going to let you jeopardize my 4.0 GPA this semester just because you have a superiority complex.” She slid the paper over to him, and folded her arms in a huff. “What do I need to do to get that extra 5%?”
“Lily…”
“What?” She asked impatiently.
He sat back down, and locked onto her eyes. “What are you willing to do?”
She swallowed nervously when his words became filled with a tinge of lust. “Willing?” She said uncertainly. “I’d be willing to work harder than any other student, if that is what you’re getting at.” That’s definitely not what he’s getting at, she told herself.
Mr. DuPont loosened his tie a bit, and undid the top button of his shirt. “There’s an easier way, Lily. I think you’re smart enough to get what I’m suggesting. Or do I have to spell it out for you?”
A wave of excitement came over her as her eyes danced around his body. She recalled what Jessie had told her: You can’t deny that he has a lot going on. She was right. She couldn’t deny that. And the more he spoke to her with that silky, French-infused voice of his, the more that feeling built inside of her. That feeling when she and Tom were alone. That irrefutable feeling of needing to be filled…fucked.
“You think I don’t know why you were so distracted in my class on the first day, Lily?”
She tried to maintain a degree of professionalism, but she was slowly cracking underneath the weight of his sexual undertones. “You were staring at me, am I right? Staring, like a hungry lioness—like I was some sort of desirable prey. What do you have to say for yourself?” He slid the tie off from around his neck. Two more buttons were undone from his shirt, revealing just enough for Lily to get a taste of his muscular chest.
She tried to repress her urges as best as she could, but she was slowly losing control. Mr. DuPont had her under his thumb. Hypnotized. “W—what…” She could barely process anything as she became lost in his uniquely attractive features…chiseled chin, slicked black hair, tight, bare chest.
“Something else on your mind, Lily?” Her mouth watered as he stood up. His bulge displayed prominently in his dress pants; he was clearly hard. Clearly hung. Lily tried to turn away,
but she couldn’t. It was like she was stuck in time, unable to move. “I know your type, Lily. I see girls like you all over campus. You’re the type-A student. Always lost in books and academics, and then a few years pass before you realize you haven’t been properly fucked in ages.”
He was describing her to a ‘T’, but Lily denied it. “Oh, so you’re some kind of sex psychologist now? Do you realize how inappropriate this is? I’m your student. You’re my professor.”
He paused for a moment. “The door is right there.” He pointed. “No one is keeping you here.” She began to get up, but something pulled her back into her seat. That fucking feeling. Maybe I should…“I know what you want, Lily.” He walked to the door. Locked it. Drew the blinds. Hands—big, firm, directive—fell upon her shoulders, and began to massage the tight muscles in her shoulders.
“Mr. DuPont, I…” It was over. As soon as she felt his strong touch his hand was off. She wanted a lot more. She wasn’t going to leave until he had satisfied her. She looked up at him with her big beautiful lustful eyes and blinked begging. He laid his hands upon her shoulders again. His hands worked their way down Lily’s chest. He gently took off her soft cotton cardigan, and untucked her white dress shirt from her skirt. She popped one button for him. Then another, another. He popped the fourth button for her staring at her goddess body. Her breathing got jagged. His hands wandered lower and her heart rate quickened, and skillfully, he reached her thighs.
She began to stand up, but…“No, stay in your seat.” He said it so imperatively, so sensually, she could barely control herself. She wanted so desperately to turn around and rip his tight little khakis off, and have her way with him, but clearly it was going to be the other way around. Both of his hands moved up her thighs, and glided over her nylons. Fucking tease, she thought.
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