by Blythe Reid
“Your dreams are born from your subconscious wants and needs, and they often affect your choices in life,” Professor Hutson said. “Experiencing something in a dream is just as vivid as experiencing it in real life, and we often find meaning in our dreams based on our moral convictions and biases. So, effectively, you are what you dream.”
That concluded the lesson for the day. The class collected their books and bundled together at the door, eager to leave. I stayed behind, sitting at the back of the lecture hall. Professor’s eyes found mine, and he held my gaze for a moment too long to suggest we were just working colleagues or even friends.
Was I reading too much into it? Maybe. But Professor did just say that you were what you dreamed, and I dreamed that I was his choice du jour.
“You were staring again,” he said when the lecturing hall was finally empty, and I made my way down to the podium from the seat in the back.
“You’re a Professor. Your students are all staring at you while you speak.”
“You’re not my student,” he said. He walked through the door into his office that was adjacent to the lecturing hall, and I followed him in.
“Your class is intriguing,” I said. Alec turned around, suddenly very close to me and my breath hitched in my throat. He was tall and broad, his stance intimidating and delicious, his gray eyes like slate when he looked down at me. His body was so close to mine a sigh could push us together, and his head was dipped, mouth close to my ear.
“Are you sure that’s what it was?” he said, and his voice was a raspy whisper, his breath hot against my ear.
I swallowed. I was suddenly unhinged. His face was so close I could see the tiny scar at the corner of his mouth, the freckles that you couldn’t see from a distance. His cologne was thick around us, and it fueled my lust for him. God, I wanted him so badly.
I forced my eyes back up to his. I couldn’t keep staring at his mouth, but when I looked at him, his eyes were on my mouth just before he flicked his gaze back to my eyes. The atmosphere around us was charged. I could already taste his lips on mine, feel the burning desire at my core that came with it. Heat washed through me and pooled between my legs. I wanted him to be the one to take me.
“Professor?” a student called from outside in the lecturing hall, and Alec stepped away.
Dammit!
“In here,” Alec said and turned toward the door, forgetting about me entirely. I took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder.
“I have to get going,” I said, leaving the office. I walked past the student who had come to ruin my day and left him to ask the Professor whatever had been so important that he’d ruined my chances of a hot-as-hell make out session.
I got into my car – an old Mazda that Dustin, my brother, had given to me when I’d left for LA – and drove to the apartment.
Brandi, my roommate, was still out, so it was just me. I was relieved I was alone. I dumped my bag in the corner by the front door, found a soda in the fridge and sipped on it on the way to my bedroom. My head was full of Professor Alec Hutson. His scent was still in my nose, and I was horny.
I wanted him. I wanted him badly. I didn’t make it any easier on myself by staring at him, fantasizing about him during his classes, but what could I say? I imagined I liked it hard.
I put the drink on my nightstand and collapsed on my bed with a sigh. I closed my eyes and imagined Alec again. I knew he had a good body under his clothes. He carried himself like a man that was used to training. I ran my hands over my own body and imagined it was Alec caressing my breasts, not me, working his way down my body, feeling my curves. I undid my pants and pushed my hands between my legs, rubbing my thighs, teasing myself.
I moved on the bed, bucking my hips slowly, sensually. My fingers found my slit, and I was wet. I rubbed my fingers in circles over my clit, gasping and moaning, squirming on the bed. I imagined Alec’s mouth on my pussy, his hands wrapped around my thighs. I imagined him rearing over me, slamming his cock into me. I breathed hard, rubbing myself harder and faster until the orgasm rocked through me. I cried out, riding out the pleasure, wishing it was all real – that my fantasies with Alec were something that would really happen.
When I came down from the orgasm I lay panting and heaving on the bed, my pussy tingling from the orgasm but I was still unsatisfied. This wasn’t the real thing. Having Alec fuck me, having him be the one to bring me to orgasm, was what would really satisfy me.
2
Alec
I sat up in bed and glanced at the time, sure that I had overslept. Why hadn’t my alarm gone off? When I opened the app on my phone, the alarm was set for Monday, not Tuesday. And I was late.
“Shit,” I said, jumping out of bed. “Beth! Get up, sweetheart, we’re late.”
She mumbled something inaudible from her room. I jumped in the shower, scrubbing myself quickly before getting dressed.
“Are you ready?” I called when I sat down on my bed, pulling on socks and shoes.
“No,” Beth snapped from her room. “How do you expect me to be ready?”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” I called. “And hurry up, you can’t afford to be late. You’re going to end up in detention again, and as I recall, that was no fun the last time.”
Beth groaned, and I could imagine her rolling her eyes.
I would have liked to say that her attitude was a new development now that she was on the cusp of her teenage years, but she’d been this difficult from the start. Turning thirteen this year had only added to her experience, not created it.
“It’s not my fault we’re late,” she shouted from her room.
“It’s not mine, either,” I called. “But if you’re going to give me an attitude like this, you and I are going to have problems before we get to school. You don’t want to start the day like this, trust me.”
She mumbled something, and I considered taking this further, but we were late, and I wasn’t in the mood for another argument.
Lately, Beth and I had been getting stuck a lot more than we used to. She’d always had a strong personality but she was starting to act out, and I wasn’t always sure what to do. These were the times I wished her mother was still around. Liz would have known what to do with her. She’d always known how to deal with Beth, calming her down with kind words in a way I’d never been able to.
Then again, Beth had been three when Liz had died. She hadn’t been that much of a handful, yet.
Maybe Beth was getting worse because she didn’t have a mom. The famous pinch of guilt wedged itself between my ribs. In ten years I hadn’t found another woman that I wanted to call my own. Sure, I fucked around, I’d had flings, but it hadn’t been anything meaningful. When your wife died of complications during open heart surgery, it just wasn’t that easy to start all over again.
So, it was just me and Beth, fighting each other just as much as we were fighting the collapse of the world we used to know.
I finally got Beth to school, and we were miraculously still on time.
“See ya, dad,” she said, getting out of the car and hurrying away before I could lean over and kiss her. Where were the days when she used to cling to my leg, crying that I couldn’t just leave her at school all day? Then, it had been a pain in the ass. Now, I would give anything for Beth to want to stick to me like that again.
I sighed. “Welcome to puberty,” I told myself and turned back onto the main road to fight the traffic to UCLA.
I was later than I wanted to be. Everything about today was fucked up. Oversleeping had thrown off my routine, and I hated it. Order and routine was something I’d brought with me from the days I was in the Army, and I liked to have my life arranged just so. Old habits die hard.
When I arrived at my class, Isobel was waiting for me. Isobel Daughtry was my Teaching Assistant. She studied here as well and did a bit of extra grading for me for a small wage every week. She was dedicated to her studies, as far as I could tell, good at what she did as my TA and a total distra
ction.
Black hair, green eyes and the kind of body that made me want to explore her with my tongue made me think nasty thoughts about her. She was just the right amount of bad – she had a half sleeve of tattoos peeking out from underneath her shirt and piercings down her ears and in her nose. It was enough to make her look a little dangerous, a little fun and a lot like what I wanted right now.
I wasn’t supposed to want to fuck my TA. She was so much younger than I was and it was against almost every bullet point in the UCLA rule book to want this. But she’d started it. She stared at me with those emerald eyes every fucking lesson, making me wonder what she was picturing us doing.
It was obvious the lectures didn’t intrigue her as much as I did. And it was a compliment, for sure. But I needed to keep my head straight. I couldn’t think about sex with this girl. Woman. I had my career to consider. She was trouble.
Trouble wrapped up in a sexy-as-fuck body.
“Morning, Isobel,” I said to her and walked into the lecturing hall. She followed me. I unlocked my office door and sat down behind my desk. I had work to do, a lecture to finetune.
“Anything I can help you with?” I asked Isobel. She looked at me with eyes that suggested there were a lot of things I could do for her – or to her, rather – but she shook her head. Her shoulder-length hair moved around her face. God, she really was a stunner.
“I’m just going to go through these notes you gave me on the upcoming test,” she said. “Can I use your pencil?”
Before I could react, she leaned over my desk reaching for the pencil. Her blouse gaped, and I could see her tits; large, round, inviting.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Don’t do that,” I said.
“Do what?” she asked. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She gave me big, innocent eyes, her lips pursed together in a semi pout.
“You know exactly what,” I said.
She shrugged one shoulder, and it made her left breast jiggle a little. Dear God, they were completely real. I swallowed, trying not to imagine myself sucking on her nipples.
“Why not?” she asked. I blinked at her. She was so forward about it, so fucking obnoxious. It made me want to punish her, to pull her over my lap and show her who was in charge around here. Oh, yeah. A good spanking could be just the thing.
“Because I want to fuck you, Isobel, and you’re not making it any easier for me to behave.”
Her lips parted, surprise registering on her face. If she wanted to be out there, I could, too. Lust flooded her features, and God help me if I didn’t feel it, too. The air was thick with desire.
The door in the lecturing hall banged open and the laughter of students sliced through the air between us. My students were arriving. I had a class to teach. Isobel shrugged nonchalantly and turned around, walking out of my office. I watched her ass, round and full until she disappeared out of sight. I tugged at my buckle, trying to rearrange my pants around my hard cock before I got up and took my position at the podium. I leaned on it with my elbow, hiding my body from the class until my erection died down. I didn’t want the whole world to know I was horny for my Teacher’s Assistant.
3
Isobel
I headed to Alec’s office as soon as I could after my class. I knew his schedule, and his next class wouldn’t start for a while. I didn’t want students around to interrupt us again – he’d admitted earlier, in so many words, that he wanted to fuck me. God, just the thought had me soaking my panties. I was so wet I could smell my own scent when I sat down.
Of course, getting all the way to fucking when I was a virgin was a different story. I could be too dirty for my own good, but I was still nervous about losing my virginity. Still, losing it to Alec was the only way I was willing to go. I wanted the hot College Professor to bang me.
When I arrived at his office, he was there. I had a moment to ogle – he was immersed in whatever he was reading. His brows were knit in a frown, and that made him look that much more attractive. Give me a man with a body like Alec’s – broad shoulders, muscles that looked like he could use them and an attitude that screamed ‘I have arrived’ and stick his nose in a book, and I was sold.
As if he knew I was there, Alec looked up. His gray eyes were intense, the color of an overcast sky and I flushed.
I cleared my throat. “I have those papers I graded for you,” I said. My voice sounded too breathy. I reached into my bag and gripped the stack of papers I had for them, pulling them out. As soon as they were clear of the bag they slipped, and the whole stack fell out of my hands onto the floor.
“Shit,” I muttered and kneeled to scrape them together. God, I am so clumsy. It was because I’d been staring at him instead of looking at what I was doing.
“Let me help,” Alec said, getting up. He kneeled on the floor, too, and started picking up papers. He was so close to me. When I looked up his head was only inches from my face, his hands moving close to mine, sure, comfortable, stacking the papers he picked up one by one.
His hands were large and – I was willing to bet – capable. His hand brushed against mine and it was electric my skin tingling. My breath hitched in my throat.
Alec looked up at me when he heard it. His eyes were darker now, the color of slate and his lips were parted. He was so damn close. I glanced at his lips – not too thin, not too full. The atmosphere charged around us and my mind was on one thing. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.
The conflict showed on his face. I could see him fight with himself. I leaned closer to him. He would have to close the distance, but I made it harder for him to think, harder for him to say no.
Alec leaned toward me and pressed his lips against mine. I sighed against his mouth. Butterflies erupted in my stomach like I was a teenager that had never been kissed before and I melted into my panties.
Alec dropped the papers he’d been holding and cupped my cheeks with his hands. His tongue slid into my mouth, and it was better than I’d imagined it. He kissed the way he taught; thoroughly.
I broke the kiss for only a moment to glance over my shoulder. The door was still open. I shifted and tapped it with my foot so that it swung shut. We didn’t need an interruption, now. The last thing I needed was some student walking in on us and ruining the moment I’d been dreaming of for months.
Alec pulled me closer to him, pulling my body against his and I was draped half across his body. He kissed me again. His hands slid down my neck, over my collarbone, and onto my breast. I breathed in sharply when he touched me, his skin like fire through my shirt.
“Alec,” I said, breaking the kiss. He looked down at me, his look smoldering hot, his pupils dilated, eating up the color of his irises. I didn’t usually address him by his first name. “I have to tell you something.”
He frowned slightly and let me go so that I could put a little distance between us. I had to, or I was going to go right back to kissing without getting it out there.
I swallowed. “I’m a virgin,” I said.
It took a moment for my words to register.
“What?” Alec asked.
I nodded. “I just thought you should know.”
He shook his head as if it didn’t make sense. “Are you being serious?” he asked.
I nodded again.
He scrubbed his face with his hand and tugged at his belt. “Jesus,” he said. I could imagine what he would be thinking – a virgin was the most desired thing a man could think of. If no man had been there before? It made them want it that much more. It turned me on knowing that Alec would want me like that. It turned me on, and it scared me to death. It was scary to finally take the step and yet every inch of my skin tingled when he was in the same room as me.
But I wanted it to be with Alec. I wanted him to know what this was to me. I wanted him to have it.
Alec groaned. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is,” he said.
We sat together on the floor between the graded papers scattered aro
und us, breathing hard like we’d done so much more than just making out.
“I have to get going,” I said.
“Do you have somewhere to be?”
I shook my head. I didn’t, but if I didn’t leave now, I would do more. This wasn’t safe.
“Suck me off,” Alec said. It wasn’t a question.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said. “Suck my dick. Now, pretty girl.”
It was so demanding; desire rushed through my body. I wanted him to tell me what to do, to take what he wanted. I nodded in complete compliance, in total surrender.
He didn’t waste time, but stood up and undid his buckle, opening his pants. He pulled his cock out, and I gasped when I saw it. It was thick and hard, longer than I’d dreamed about when I fantasized about him. The skin was smooth around his hardness, and the tip was slick with precum. My mouth watered at the sight of it.
“Shit,” I whispered roughly before moving to my knees. I looked up at him as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned when I touched him, the sound enough to caught me to moan.
I closed my mouth around his thick shaft and started bobbing my head back and forth, sliding him in and out of my mouth. The delicious saltiness from the tip of his dick spread through my mouth, light me on fire. I wanted to drink him down, to be his toy, to enjoy every wicked hot moment I had with him.
I tugged his pants down so that I could cup his balls. I squeezed them, massaging them while I sucked on him, pushing him deep into my mouth. His fingers slid into my hair, and he forced me to stop as he took a ragged breath and rolled his hips.
“That’s it, Kitten. Take all of it. You’re such a good girl. I bet your little slit is slick as fuck. You wanna be fucked, don’t you, baby?” His voice was deep, and his confidence so damn hot.
