“Neither. My preference is both of us acting like adults.”
“Off you go then. I can’t stop you if you run off without me, can I?”
“No you can’t,” I said. I started walking.
“Ash,” she said. I looked back.
“Way to go. That girl deserved every word.”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that part. See you later.”
I walked into the stream of students and headed for the English corridor, hoping my Professor was still on site. The chances were slim. As I walked up the stairs towards the corridor I passed Dean Mayhew who was skipping down the steps pretending he was young, spritely and cool. If you looked at his face, you might have even believed it. Spend ten minutes in his company, however and you knew it was all fake.
“Ashley,” I saw him hesitate mid-skip, and my heart lurched, ready to plummet if he called me for a serious chat. But hesitation was all that happened. I think he changed his mind. “I’ll see you soon enough,” he said, and skipped on.
“Fine,” I said, with as much nonchalance as I could muster, then I bounded up the rest of the old stairwell aiming for my destination.
The corridor had settled down into seminar groups for those who had their lectures early, poor souls. Students with nine am lectures must be pitied, for the hour of nine is usually reserved for nursing hangovers. I was glad the lecturer’s offices were all bolted shut, as it meant I didn’t have to face any inquiries or gossip-monger eyeballs. Two girls out in the hall discussing some boyfriend jerk or other. They were young. If I had the time to spare I would have told them that boyfriends and jerks are one and the same thing, and that it went with the territory. But I did not have time. I breezed past them in the paper cluttered corridor and made for Ridgley’s door, a place I had been fantasising about for days. The frosted glass on his door was too light and too airy I could already tell that no one was home, but I knocked anyway. Ridgley didn’t magically appear on my third knock, and now I was left floundering. How was I going to find him? No college staff would ever give me his address. I was struggling to think of a way when Professor Cantor’s door opened two doors down, and a downcast Professor Ridgley emerged. He was talking to Cantor who was out of sight, still ensconced in his office.
“Yes, yes I know. Of course. It can’t get any worse now, can it? See you later, Bill,” said Ridgley.
He hadn’t seen me yet. My body was reacting like someone had just plunged a Hollywood sized injection of adrenaline straight into my heart. My nervous system going crazy, and suddenly I was in desperate teenager mode again.
“Professor,” I said, hearing the strange twang in my voice.
Ridgley looked at me and took some darting looks down the corridor. He looked at the two talking girls then beckoned me over to the distant end of the corridor. He spoke with an intense whisper.
“What are you doing here, Ashley?” said Ridgley.
“I didn’t hear from you. I needed to see you.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. Things have become very difficult for me. But don’t worry, I’m still going to help you.”
“What do you mean, difficult?”
“Brandon Lynes and others are spreading rumours about you and me. If this escalates, I’m in serious trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“I could lose my job. In fact, I’d say it’s almost certain now.”
“Does the Dean know?”
“I don’t think so, otherwise I wouldn’t be here now. But I’ve had to speak with Professor Cantor before he heard it himself through the student grapevine.”
“On more important matters… can I still call you Tom?”
He chuckled, the stress leaving his face for a moment.
“Of course.”
“Brandon Lynes knows the Dean, Tom. He will tell him, it’s just a matter of time.”
“I know,” he nodded.
“Then what of us…?”
He looked at me properly for the first time. I saw the trouble in his eyes, but I saw the sparkle of desire too, just as in mine.
“Tom… if you’re going to lose your job over me…”
“That’s okay. It’s my fault.”
“That’s not what I meant, Tom. Everybody says we’ve been busier than two rabbits in spring time. But we haven’t, Tom. Don’ you think we have unfinished business...?”
I now knew exactly why I had wanted to see him so badly. My need was returning. My body taking control of my mind.
He smiled again. “If it wasn’t so serious, having this reputation would actually be quite fun.”
“What are you doing this afternoon?”
“Nothing until Cantor or the Dean call me. It would seem that I’m now in the hands of Brandon Lynes.”
“But wouldn’t you rather be in mine?” I let the question hang in the air, waiting to see what happened.
He shook his head, and the he laughed as he thought about it.
“You are some girl, Ashley.”
“Unfinished business, Tom. Don’t you want to find out if it was worth it?” He looked at me, and his eyes stared. I could feel the moment building to something.
“This is madness, Ashley, I’ve told Cantor all about what Brandon Lynes is doing to you. Professor Cantor will help you, I assure you.”
“Good. But you know what I meant.”
“Ashley…” said Tom, looking like an embarrassed undergraduate all over again. “Come on. Follow me.”
Now I was excited. We had transgressed once. We had broken the academic rules and we were about to do it again. But better. Now we knew what we were doing. Now we meant it. It was as if we were duty bound to fulfil what everyone said we had done… He turned left beyond the English corridor, and then led me past another set of stuffy looking offices. Thankfully, before anyone saw us Ridgley found a narrow staircase leading up into a dark area.
“This way.” He said, smiling, bounding up the stairs. When we reached the top I saw there were boxed up books covered with dust, and archive boxes full of paper. Everything was dusty and untouched.
“This floor is hardly used at all these days. It’s for archiving and storage. I’m sure they would have converted it into seminar rooms years ago if they had the money. But no, it stayed dormant, waiting for you and me.”
He led me to an old brown wooden door, one of many. We walked into the room beyond, and found ourselves in a dusty space with some stacked old plastic bucket chairs and stacked boxes. Coloured light came through one of the college’s stained glass windows. When we were inside, Tom shifted some heavy boxes against the door. He took a breath and looked at me.
“Did they follow you?”
I shook my head, and enjoyed the desire I saw in his heated gaze.
“Then we’re alone.”
“It doesn’t look very comfortable in here for what I had in mind…” I said.
“It’s perfect for what I have in mind, Ashley. I have never ever lapsed as I have for you, Ashley. Not in all my years. But now that I have…” He moved towards me and gently laid his hands on my hips. I smelt his cologne, leaned up and gently put my lips upon his own. He crushed my mouth under his, and overtook me with a passionate kiss. I pressed my body towards him and felt the urgent push of his penis against my belly. Immediately, I felt my body responding to its call, tingly, getting ready. I knew we would go the distance this time. There was nothing to stop us. I kissed his neck as he nuzzled my shoulder, and he began to pull at my skirt, tugging it upwards. I stepped back and gave him a flirty smile.
“Let me help you there, Prof.”
I span my skirt around, unzipped it and stepped out of it, allowing him a view of my hips and thighs, seeing his eyes fix on the downward curve of my abdomen towards my panties, knowing he was bursting with desire. The evidence of his swelling was there for all to see.
“Let’s shed these clothes. I want you totally naked, Ashley. I need to explore every part of you, every inch of your skin.”
Hi
s words were driving me wild. He unzipped his jeans and his cock spilled out, full and throbbing.
“Professor, look at you.”
“Wanting you is going to cost me my job, Ashley.”
“That might not happen…”
“Right now, I couldn’t care less. I’ve just got to have you…”
“Then I’m all yours, Tom.”
Ridgley moved close up to me and now his cock pressed against my tummy, just above the lace rim of my panties. From the degree of his hardness and the urgent look in his eyes I just knew he was going to be good. I wanted to feel him plunging into me, wanting every mite of joy he gave to erase some of the hurt left behind by Cody. Cody! Why was I thinking of him? I laid the thought aside, and concentrated on the task at hand. Cody have moved on, I intended to do the same. I teased the Prof’s belt open and helped his jeans slide down. His thighs were revealed, muscular and toned. I couldn’t wait now to see what was hiding under his shirt. As I pushed his jeans to the floor, his cock was almost in front of me. Inwardly squirming with excitement I remembered how I wanted his cock in my mouth, how I planned to tease him to the brink. With his swollen manhood in front of me, I decided to give him a treat. I released him from his boxer shorts, and he kicked them away. I looked at the shape and definition of his cock, the hardness, the prominent veins rich and full, and the ample size of his full ball sac. I wondered just how much cum he would spend on me. I quietly sighed at the thought of it, and landed my lips on the top of his penis in a soft kiss that made him groan and gently jerk back.
“Don’t, Ashley, please. I want to enjoy you and I need to enjoy you now.”
“I was going to enjoy what you had…”
“Another time...”
Yes, I smiled. That sounded good. Another time.
I slid up his body, my hand cupping and stroking his generous testicles.
“Careful… I need you too much.”
I chuckled. “Then you’d best have me.”
“There, sit down there,” he said, with the gravitas of the teacher to his student. He pointed to a bucket chair.
“But there’s only room for one, Professor.”
“Right now, that’s all we need. I want to taste you.”
I felt like that cat that was going to get the cream. I would soon enough. It was just so sexy. In spite of the surroundings, this man was doing something wild to me. He was in charge. He was my elder, my teacher, my leader, and I wanted to comply with his demands to please him.
“Shall I?” I asked, pointing to my T shirt and panties.
“Yes… take them off.”
I stripped off my tee, and then turned for him to unclasp my bra. I turned back to show him my breasts as they spilled out, just so I could see the look on his face. His eyes fastened to my breasts and I revelled in his gaze.
“Now your panties, Ashley.”
“I want you to take them off, please Professor…”
“Gladly,”
He pressed in, his cock thumping gently against me. He slid his thumbs into my panties by my hips and stripped me naked.
He kissed my face. I wanted him as badly as he needed me now, and I felt myself willing him to fuck me, urging him with my eyes.
“Sit down, sweet,” he said.
I sat down. The Professor dropped to his knees. He moved over me, his lips kissing mine, then he gently kissed my neck, my collar bones, and took each of my nipple buds in his kind mouth as he cupped and squeezed my breasts. I knew where he was headed and my pussy needed attention. I was overcome by the urge to give myself to him entirely, to cover him in my sex. His touch was like electricity. And then as his face plunged down, I shifted so my vagina was there waiting to meet his mouth. He spread my thighs with his hands, and kissed the softest inner part of my leg. His kiss sent my body into spasm.
“Please,” I whispered.
And he waited no more. His mouth gently laid upon my labia, his tongue probing into my lips. I felt his soft tongue darting in and around me.
“Oh, Ashley, you are so wet…”
“Yes, all because of you…”
He rewarded my words with his mouth as he kissed the hood that hid my needy clitoris. My clit was engorged, and he found it with ease, his kiss seizing it, his tongue flicking over it, around it and over. He lapped at me eagerly, and each lapping motion was exquisite and intense, filling me with heat and sensation that was simply overpowering. I closed my eyes simply so I could bear the sensations. I bit my lip and held onto his sweet head as he licked at me and took my labia and clit into his mouth.
“Oh shit, Professor,” I said as his fingers pushed into me adding to the building pressure in my vagina, the sensations gently pulsating around my whole abdomen. I was ready to explode. Finally, with the length of his tongue sliding against my clit, and his fingers teasing me inside to a new level of throbbing wetness, I seized him tight and groaned as my body locked up. I ground my thighs shut around his face, unable to deal with the pressure and the sweetness that exploded from deep within. I heard myself groan over and over, and after a time I felt the Professor gently pull away. When I looked up at him, he had stripped and threw his shirt onto the floor.
“I imagined that moment for days, Ashley,” he said, his mouth glistening with my juices. “And I’ve imagined what happens now most of all.”
“How?”
I looked around the room, looking for a way to position ourselves comfortably for what we both needed.
“We’ll have to improvise. I can’t wait any longer. I must be inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
I wanted to purr again. His cock looked so big, so good, I was ready to have him.
“Stand up,” he said, gently commanding me. I stood. I saw where his eyes were going. There were two piles of sealed boxes, about five boxes high. Good enough to lean on.
“What a good idea,” I said.
I moved to the boxes, facing them. I laid my hands upon them and gently slid my body backwards, bending over, surrendering my ass and vagina to him. I didn’t have to wait very long. He moved behind me, seizing my buttocks, squeezing them, and then his other hand slid into me. He opened me up, and then a vast solid feeling filled my opening. I pushed against the boxes and closed my eyes, prepared for a little hurt. But just as I thought I would cry out in pain, the pain disappeared as the head of his cock passed into me. He surged into me, his hips slapping against me, his penis filling me to the brim on all sides. I groaned, not in pain but pleasure, filled, stretched, and overcome by this delectable man. I heard him groaning as he seized my hips and began to fuck me, sliding in and out, filling me with joy, leaving me with a hint of emptiness until he thrust back into me once more. I was riding the waves with him. I was on the brink and couldn’t wait any longer, it felt as if I was going to burst. My orgasm started, and I threw my body back on him, tightening my hold, seizing him. He cried out as I did, and as I felt him burst and jet inside me, and I pushed back and down upon him to absorb every drop. He lay over my back. I held onto the boxes for dear life, an aching, disorientated and joy laden wreck. I had no idea what I was going to do next. A moment later, the Professor withdrew and leaned against the door. He smiled in a daze. I felt his cum inside me, and I smiled back.
“That was some lesson, Prof.”
“Yes, it really was, wasn’t it?”
I was glowing like a lava lamp, sweet and mellow. I looked at the naked man who filled me and pleasured me and I liked what I saw. But even then Cody’s face interrupted my thoughts. My mind was cruel and I wanted it to stop. So I decided the best way to block out Cody was with a little post coital kiss with my Professor.
When Tom looked at his watch he worked out that we’d spent almost a half hour confined in our dusty room. It was the best half hour I’d had in weeks. But my reverie was broken by two missed calls and a message on my phone.
Missed call, Amanda. Missed call, Brandon. Then Brandon again as a text. “Where the fuck are you?”
I mentioned
it to Tom.
“That man is dangerous, Ashley. Especially to you. I won’t have him intimidating and controlling you anymore…”
I liked what I heard. I don’t go for putting all your hopes in a man to fix your problems. In my experience men have mostly made things far worse and much more complicated than they needed to be. But Ridgley was still a Professor, and he had authority. I believed he could do something. Ridgley’s jacket started buzzing, and he picked his own phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
“Crap. It’s the Dean. And I’ve missed a bloody call from him already. How could I have done that?”
“I think I have a good idea how it happened, Tom.”
Ridgley looked up and laughed. “Then it was worth it.”
Ridgley answered the call, his face flicking from a smile to seriousness.
“Yes, Jonathan?”
There was talk at the other end. It sounded serious but I couldn’t hear any of it.
“I was busy. I didn’t hear it, sorry about that.”
The Dean was talking again.
“Serious? What do you mean by serious…? Suspended? You could have had the decency to tell me face to face, Jonathan… if that’s how it is then I’d better speak to ACAS, hadn’t I, eh?”
Ridgley hung up.
“He said he was going to tell me face to face but apparently I answer his call only to be invited to a meeting. The smug idiot. I’m suspended as of now. And it doesn’t take a genius to work out how this will play out. Suspension will lead to an inquiry and if I am proved to have broken the code of conduct I will be dismissed. It’s as good as done, Ashley…” Ridgley sat down on one of the bucket chairs. He looked up at me.
“I’ve been a fool, Ashley. But I can still help you. And I still think it was worth it.”
I hated the Dean and I hated Brandon. They were so despicably similar.
“I’m not having it, Tom.”
I slid my panties on and pulled on my skirt and picked up my bra.
“What? What are you doing?”
“You shouldn’t give up, Tom. If you give up, Brandon wins - again.”
“Who said anything about giving up…hey, where are you going?”
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