by Jaden Wilkes
“Sarah, what a lovely surprise. What brings you to my little spot on campus?” His accent seemed thicker today, and it sent a small thrill through her body.
“I have some time to kill and thought maybe you have some more work to do.”
“No, I don’t. Not here anyhow. I do have more at home, but I won’t bring them to campus until Monday,” he replied.
“No problem, it was a shot in the dark anyhow.”
“I have an idea, why don’t you come to my place? You can help me sort some things out there, and even do a little labeling if you have time.”
Her heart jumped. Go to his place? Was that even allowed? “Where do you live?” she asked, “I have to be back here in a few hours.
“Deep Cove, it’s in North Vancouver. It’s not too far, maybe half an hour away.”
She hesitated, she did want to make sure she was back for her date/not date with Tyr. Realistically though, that was hours away. “Sure, why not. As long as I can get back here in a little bit, ok?”
“No problem, you’ll make it back,” he smiled and handed her his leather briefcase to carry.
*****
Adam’s condo overlooked the ocean, "Burrard Inlet" he announced. The view was incredible, she had never thought much about the ocean growing up in Alberta, but she loved it now. It hadn’t taken them long to get here, but Sarah was disoriented. She knew they had crossed a bridge, but didn’t know where she was in relation to the university. The condo was on the top floor of a new building, it was sleek and modern and full of artwork and sculpture obviously collected from around the world. It also had a sterile feel to it, she felt like he lived in a museum, it lacked personal touches that gave her insight into who he actually was. She imagined for a moment living here, putting her mark on the place to give it a warmer feel.
“The materials are in the spare room, come help me carry out a couple boxes.”
They did that, and she settled on the low, leather sofa to sort the items within while he puttered around his kitchen. He returned with bottle of wine and two glasses.
“This is a nice red, called Chateauneuf du Pape. I picked it up in Paris when I was there last year, it means something like “Popes new house”. The name always makes me laugh.”
Paris, wow. He’s been all over. She was flattered again that he wanted to share this wine with her, an unsophisticated girl from small town Alberta. “Thank you,” she said as he handed her a glass. She took a sip and grimaced.
“Is there something wrong?”
“It’s warm,” she replied, embarrassed to point out his faux pas.
“It’s a red, it’s supposed to be served at room temperature,” he smiled at her.
She wanted to melt into the sofa, she looked away, her face flaming.
“It’s ok, I sometimes forget how young you are. You are very mature for your age, and so sweet and kind,” he said. “I always think you must be so popular with all the young men on campus,” he was staring intently into her eyes.
“Not at all," she admitted this time. “I am too busy to date, I need to concentrate on school work. Besides, I don’t know how my parents would react to me dating,” she took a sip of the wine.
“Well then, let’s take a look at what I’ve got, shall we?” He drank some wine and poked at a box. She had the distinct feeling that he was purposely changing the topic, so she let him.
They chatted while looking through the assorted bones and donation materials. Sarah was once again struck by how easily things flowed between them. She forgot that he was so much older than she, and that he was her professor. She genuinely liked his company, and thought he was funny and attractive. She envisioned herself a part of his life, exhilarated at the thought of inviting her friends to visit her in this gorgeous condo, going to faculty functions on his arm. She was on her third glass of wine and feeling good, warm and cozy and happy.
“This is nice. I like this,” she said, aware that her words had a slight slur. She would really have to work on that, and blushing. She blushed way too much and sounded much more drunk than she really was. At least I don’t think I’m that drunk.
“I am enjoying myself as well Sarah,” his accent had gotten more pronounced with the wine. She loved the way he pronounced her name, Say-ra, it made her feel cultured and older than her years. Everything about him made her feel cultured. He was looking at her and said “I’m sure you’ve heard this a million times, but you have the most remarkable eyes.”
“I have always hated them, the one weird spot,” she took another sip of wine.
“Don’t hate anything about yourself, you are beautiful, a gorgeous young lady with her entire future ahead of her,” he smiled at her. “Did you know it’s called heterochromia?”
“What is?” she asked, confused.
“Your lovely eyes. Isn’t that a funny word for such a beautiful genetic anomaly?”
“I’ll have to look it up, I’ve never heard of it,” she replied, not knowing how to respond. He reached over and picked up a book.
A moment passed, she sipped her wine, painfully aware that the conversation had stopped. Adam flipped through the book he was holding, then set it on the coffee table. Sarah held her glass in front of her like a shield, and watched his languid movements. It was so quiet she could hear the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and her pulse in her ears. She wasn’t sure if she was drunk, but she was far from sober. How much of it was the wine, and how much was from being with Adam, she wasn’t sure.
“I really like you,” he said, breaking the silence and leaning towards her on the sofa. He moved the boxes out of the way and slid closer to her. He reached over and took her wine glass, setting it carefully on the coffee table. Sarah felt like prey, he had her in his sights and she was sure this is what she wanted, but Tyr kept surfacing somewhere in the back of her mind.
“I like you too, this is fun and I really want to thank you for all this,” she gestured to the wine and boxes of artifacts. She remembered Tyr with a start, “What time is it though?”
“I don’t think it matters,” he replied and touched her arm, leaned in and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss, his lips tasted like wine and were softer than she had expected. He rubbed her arm and gently sucked on her upper lip, then nibbled the lower. It was nice, sweet, and more hesitant than she wanted. She couldn't help but think of Tyr’s kiss, the possessive power behind it and how much that had turned her on.
She pulled away and he looked confused and a little hurt.
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“I am, it’s all really nice. You, your place, the kiss. It’s all just so much to take in,” she said. She felt like she was stalling for time and she didn’t know why.
He leaned in and kissed her again, with a little more force. She was starting to enjoy it, and reached up to touch his hair. She felt him pull back ever so slightly and wondered why. He ran his hand up her arm and started massaging her shoulder. It was nice, but out of place. Where is his passion? she thought, what makes him crazy with heat and desire? He kissed superficially, he gave the appearance of wanting her, but it all lacked the depth she craved. Once again Tyr popped into her mind, and she remembered the connection she had felt with him, the physical drive that made her want to collide herself into him, to melt into his arms and stay for hours. She was missing that animal heat with Adam’s kiss. Just relax, enjoy this. I need to let myself go. She felt like she should want Adam, and Tyr let her know where she stood when he picked up that waitress right in front of her, so what was the problem?
Adam started rubbing her back and kissing her harder. Her pep talk had worked and she was starting to get into it. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, remembering how she had responded with Tyr and concentrated on feeling the same with Adam. She felt a warmth between her thighs, her body was finally responding to him. He touched her hair, the lightest of touches, she didn’t know if he was being tender or hesitating.
“You are so young
and so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, his words thick with want. He grabbed her hand and guided it to his lap. He was wearing jeans and the zipper bulged, but she could feel his hardness under the fabric. She fought the urge to pull her hand back, but pushed through. She wanted this. She didn’t know what to do, so she started rubbing him, he thrust his hips against her hand and moaned. She thought she must be doing something right, so she continued as they kissed. He flicked his tongue into her mouth in quick darting motions that distracted her. What does he think he is, a snake? She knew she wanted him, but her body was taking too long to catch up to her brain. Why do I want this? she thought, how can I talk myself into this? I know I want it, why don’t I feel it?
She realized that she wanted him to like her, and beyond that she wasn’t sure. Now that she was here, she was committed to following through. She had to stop overthinking this and enjoy the moment.
She tried to push her tongue into his mouth and he resisted, insisting on darting his into hers, licking her lips and making her shudder with the odd sensation. She was still rubbing him, and could feel a tingling building up between her legs. This was it, her first time and it was with somebody she dreamed about and she was determined to enjoy it. Adam pulled her onto his lap and started to grind himself against her while he slid his tongue along her collarbone. He began to unbutton her top and massage her breasts.
Oh my god, nobody else has ever felt them before, she thought and leaned into it, wanting his mouth on her nipples. He slid her top off over her head and pulled her breast out of her bra and into his mouth. She started rocking her hips against him, sighing and breathing softly. He rolled her nipple in his fingers and started sucking and nibbling it while holding her against him. She arched her back, her long hair fell back and she could feel it sweeping across her outthrust ass as she swayed with pleasure.
“I need to get this off,” he pulled at her bra. “Let’s go into my bedroom.” He stood up and pulled her up. She reached down and drained the rest of her wine in one gulp and followed him.
This is it. It’s really happening. She felt like she had stepped into the movie of somebody else’s life. She started to tremble as they reached his bed. His room was richly decorated, he had a king sized bed with a thick brocade cover. All of his furniture was dark wood and heavy, it looked very expensive. Sarah hesitated, he closed the door and walked to her.
“Do you want this Sarah?” He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. She never noticed how tall he was until he leaned over her.
“I do, I really do,” she replied. And she did, she was certain of it. He leaned close and kissed her softly, undoing her bra and pulling it off. He stood back and looked at her exposed breasts, she crossed her arms and covered herself, trembling again.
“Don’t hide, you are a beautiful girl, don’t ever hide it. You need to be proud of your beauty and show it off,” he took her arms and spread them, leaving her vulnerable and shaking before him.
He put his hands around her waist and lifted her onto his bed. He stepped back and pulled his shirt off, his bare chest accentuated by the lights and shadows. He is pretty hot, he keeps himself in great shape, she thought with approval. He walked towards her and pulled her face up for a kiss, deeper and harder this time. She lay back and he reached down to unbutton her jeans, she wiggled out of them, slid down her panties and was completely naked in front of a man for the first time. It was slightly unsettling and she wanted him to strip so they were even. She sat up and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, his erection slid out and made her gasp, she hoped he hadn’t noticed. He seemed large, but she couldn’t be sure. She knew about giving head from what she had read and was ready to try. She drew him over to her and felt his dick pressing against her as he laid her down on the bed and kissed her. She wanted to feel him in her mouth, so she pulled herself up and wiggled along his body until she was positioned over his erection.
“Is this okay?” she asked, uncertain.
“Oh yes...” he replied, his voice shaky.
She took him into her mouth and sucked the end, not letting him push too far. She heard his sharp intake of breath and he sat up slightly and grabbed her head with both hands. She started to move her mouth up and down the shaft as far as she could go and felt him thrust along with her. He sat up farther and pulled her hips towards his face. She was shocked and didn’t know what to expect, they were in what she thought was a sixty nine position. Is he going to lick me now? How does this work? He started to massage her ass and he slipped a finger into her wet folds, seeking her entrance. She moved her knees apart so he could have better access and he ran his fingers up and down her slit. That’s my clit, she thought, he’s playing with my clit. It was really happening. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced, both foreign and familiar at the same time. She sped up on his hard dick and felt him respond in kind. He slipped a finger inside of her, gently moving it in and out. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but it was not as intense as direct stimulation on her sensitive area. She didn’t know how to tell him this, so she concentrated on his pleasure. She didn’t know what to expect when a man came, so she was unprepared for his moment. He tensed suddenly, pulled his fingers out of her, grabbed her head and held her still while his dick twitched and filled her mouth with his cum. She didn’t want to panic, so she swallowed as hard as she could, slightly disgusted by the taste and texture. He withdrew himself and smiled at her.
“Wow, that was...amazing. You are really good at that,” he said, and reached for her, dragging her up to curl into the crook of his arm. She didn’t dare admit it was her first time, but she took pleasure in his praise. She lay on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, astounded that in the course of an hour she had this kind of intimacy with another human being. With Adam, her gorgeous archaeology prof. She had an alarming thought, pushed herself up and asked “isn’t this against policy? Oh my god, what if they find out? Will they kick me out?”
He laughed and pulled her back down, stroking her hair. “First of all, who is ‘they’, and secondly, nobody will find out. It’s not exactly against policy but it isn’t encouraged. Relax, you’ll be fine.” He took her hand and placed it on his swelling dick, she started to stroke it to a full erection.
“Hang on, let me get a condom,” he said and reached into the night stand. Pulling it down his shaft, he rolled over and pushed her onto her back. She was completely clueless at this point, she had seen videos and read as much as possible, but nothing would prepare her for the actual act of sex. Even her vocabulary was limited, she felt foolish even talking to him about it. What should she call their body parts? She lay still and waited for him to move on top her. He lifted himself onto her, gently pried her legs apart and settled between them. Her nervous excitement was only betrayed by a slight trembling in her limbs. She was finally losing her virginity, this was a life changing event for her, but how could she possibly articulate it to him without sounding like an idiot?
“Are you ok?” He asked as he reached down to feel for her entrance.
“Yes,” she whispered with nothing else to say. Let’s do this, let’s get this over with, she thought, I need to know what happens next.
He slid the head of his dick into her folds, teasing her clit. She liked the feel of him on her, and arched her back slightly, wanting more pressure and movement. He rubbed his head up and down a couple more times, lubricating himself with her wetness. She started to relax. This feels nice. Then with one thrust, Adam pushed himself fully inside of her, tearing her hymen and sending her into a shockwave of pain and raw nerves. She was shaking even harder, the hurt was intense and she couldn’t move, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for it to get better. He lifted himself up on his hands and drew himself out of her slowly. She could feel every agonizing movement, every cell in her damaged entrance screamed for it to stop. I need to do this, this will get better. She opened her eyes and looked at Adam’s face. He was gorgeous, concentrating on her
and certain he was bringing her pleasure as he mistook her ragged moans for pleasure instead of pain. He really has no clue I’m a virgin, does he? she thought with satisfaction. She would rather crawl in a hole than let him know how odd this was for her. The pain lessened as he continued to thrust himself inside of her, and she started to feel wet and hot, slick with her own juices. She felt a hint of pleasure building as he continued, she pushed her hips upwards, joining in the movement. She let out a sigh, and a whimper of confused pleasure. She could feel something growing, a pressure that needed release, it was similar to masturbation but possessed more urgency. She thought she might be reaching the point of an orgasm when she felt Adam tense, he shuddered and she knew he was done. Her own need went unanswered, but again she didn’t know how to let him know. Ok that was kind of a let down. I’ll have to wait for the next time. I wonder how long it will be before he can do this again?
He rolled off her and went to the adjoining washroom. She heard him wash his hands and flush the toilet, and she was unaware of the etiquette of this situation but it felt odd that he left her so quickly after the act. She felt frustrated, unfulfilled and vaguely ashamed. She sat up and pulled the blankets up to cover her. He came out wearing a bath robe and asked “would you like another glass of wine before you head out?” Sarah was taken aback, she didn’t expect to spend the night, but she had expected more intimacy after sharing this profound with him.
“No thanks, I think I’ve had enough tonight,” she said, hopping off the bed and gathering her clothes from the floor. He watched her bending down to pick her thong and smiled.
“Now that’s a sight I could get used to. If only I had more work for you to do around here,” he laughed.
She tensed up, what is he implying? She didn’t bother to ask, she got dressed and wondered how the mood had changed so quickly. She followed him back out into the living room where he poured himself another glass and said “I think I’ve had a little too much to drink, so I can’t take you home. You’re welcome to stay the night, but I’ve got to be up and out of here by 5AM. I’m catching and early ferry to Vancouver Island, I’m off to see family.”
