Not So Casual [Part 2]

by Kelly Harper

  I needed to look at him, to make sure that he was really there with me. His soft gray eyes looked into my own. Lust burned bright behind those beautiful eyes - but there was something more. He bared his true feelings toward me without even saying a word. Truth lay hidden in those eyes. Honesty. Sitting there on top of Ethan, on top of the Professor, I felt safer and more whole than I ever had before.

  "What is it?" he asked, his breathing deep and heavy.

  I shook my head dismissively and pulled his mouth back into mine.

  Chapter 12

  Kayla's hips dug into his expanding crotch. Her skin was velvety soft and he couldn't keep his lips and hands from exploring every inch of it. His heart pounded hard and his legs quivered as he rocked back and forth against her.

  He kissed down along her neck again and a soft whimper came from her mouth. It was almost too much, he had to restrain himself from ripping her shirt off her right there. He still didn't know what had come over him, what had possessed him to actually make a move on her.

  Or had she made a move first?

  He couldn't remember anymore - and it didn't matter either way. What was important was that they were there in each other's arms. She had crawled over the desk and thrust him back into the chair, and he wouldn't soon forget that moment. She smelled like fresh lilacs, and she tasted like sweet fruit. He couldn't get enough of it.

  "Wait," he said.

  He pushed her back from him a bit to look at her. "We can't do this here. If someone comes in…"

  He didn't say what would happen if they were caught - he didn't need to.

  The corner of her mouth twisted upward in a half smile. "That's why I locked the door," she said.

  He grinned. "Did you have this planned the whole time?"

  She shot him a devilish smile. "My plans didn't include this much talking."

  She pulled his head back to her neck, and his lips sucked on the soft spot just above her collar bone. Kayla moaned again and dug her hips against his fully erect cock. Suddenly he was upset and very annoyed by the clothes separating their bodies - but there were lines that he just couldn't cross. Not yet. It was too soon to be thinking about taking her right there in his office; no matter how much he wanted to. There would be a time and place for that to happen.

  The tiny skirt she wore rode up even higher around her hips. Her beautiful pink panties were exposed. His hands groped along the side of her body until they came up to her large breasts. She had worn a low cut button up shirt that looked like it belonged in some porno about Catholic school girls. The sight of her when she came in had stunned him - he guessed that was the point.

  He pulled one of her breasts out and his mouth closed around the tiny hard nipple. He flicked it a few times with his tongue as he sucked in the rest of her breast. She squealed in pleasure and dug her hips in deeper.

  His other hand ran along her tight abs down to the moist center between her legs. The pink lace panties were made of a soft silky fabric. Kayla didn’t shy away from his touch - her hips pushed forward, deeper into him. He rubbed her swollen clit through the panties while her fingers dug hard into the back of his head. Then she leaned back against the desk. Her body was on display for him. Her legs spread farther apart, giving him even better access to her warm center.

  Ethan leaned into her and began kissing her exposed stomach. He wrapped a strong arm around her back, supporting her while she rested against the desk. His thumb continued its violent attack on her juicy center, and he felt her body already tensing. He knew the signs, this wasn’t his first rodeo. Her legs tightened against him and began to quiver as he pressed harder into her. His tongue swirled in small circles on her stomach and her back began to arch upwards.

  Her moan filled the room as her legs spasmed against him. For a moment he was worried that someone would hear; but then he didn’t care anymore. Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he had felt in a while - and knowing he had caused it drove him wild with desire. Desire to be with her more intimately than the confines that his office allowed.

  Afterward she lifted herself and wrapped around him. He leaned back in his chair, pulling her body tight and close. He could feel the beat of her heart against his chest; it fit nicely next to his own racing heart.

  They sat arm in arm for long minutes. Neither said anything while they communicated through soft touches and the rise and fall of their breathing into one another.

  "Wow," Kayla breathed softly.

  Ethan looked up at her, still stunned by her beauty and the suddenness of their actions.

  "You look amazing up there," he said. "I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

  She grinned down at him and hid behind the strands of hair that fell in her face.

  "Stop it, you'll make me blush."

  "I'm just being honest," he said with all of the sincerity he could manage.

  She looked down at his crotch and worked her hips into his still hard manhood.

  "I think it might be your turn," she said.

  A hunger erupted in his gut, and he had a nearly incontrollable desire to throw her back on the desk and take her right there.

  Chapter 13

  I could feel his manhood grinding into my still hot center. The distant look in his eye let me know where his true thoughts were. I wanted him inside of me right then more than I had wanted anything ever before. I wanted him to take me, to make me his.

  He blew out a long and hard breath.

  “We should wait. We can’t do this here,” he said. “Not the way I want to at least.”

  The fierceness of his words, along with the promise of more made me squeal with glee. But why did he want to wait for another time? My eyebrows scrunched together as I studied him, confused by his hesitation. Here I was, a beautiful and willing girl who obviously wanted him wholly - what guy wouldn't leap at the chance?

  "Don't get me wrong, I want to - I really want to - but not here, not like this."

  He looked up at me with his soft eyes. I could feel his heart still pounding against my chest. He was just as turned on and ramped up as ever, but he controlled himself.

  "I don't want to cheapen anything with you," he said.

  The right guy. That is who wouldn't jump at the chance to take me right here. Right then I wanted him more than ever - but I knew he was right. I pulled his lips in closer to me, pressing them into mine. He kissed me back, his arms pulled me even tighter against his hard body. We clung to one another for another minute, our lips not wanting to part.

  "You should go," he said, finally.

  “What about the research?" I asked, only slightly confused.

  He smiled at me, his beautiful charming smile. "I don't think either of us would get much done if you stick around. Besides, we shouldn't be seen together that much on campus anymore. It's too dangerous."

  He was right. Again. But a large part of me still felt rejected. Was he pushing me away from him already? Had this all been a mistake?

  I pulled myself off of him and tried to stand. My legs wobbled from all of the activity - they weren’t used to it - but I steadied myself against the desk. The office was a mess. Papers and pens lay strewn about, a product of my antics on top of his desk. I blushed when I thought about what he had just done to me, but my embarrassment was quickly replaced by uncertainty.

  He had made it clear that I wasn’t welcome there anymore. I knew I needed to get going. I walked toward the door, unable to look at him for fear I would throw myself into his arms again. He followed closely behind me.

  “So… I’ll see you in class on Tuesday?” I asked when we reached the door.

  He put a hand on my shoulder and gently turned me toward him.

  “Come see me tonight,” he said. “We can talk more at my place.”

  "You want me to come to your house?" I asked, the uncertainty clear in my voice.

  "Nothing like that," he said. "Scouts honor." He held up three fingers as he did, and I couldn't help but giggle. The
boyish charm I had been so attracted to before was still there. "We can talk more about whatever this is.”

  I wanted to throw myself at him again, to feel his arms wrapped around me. If I did, I knew there would be no way to pull myself away. I told him I would be there, and he wrote his address on a piece of paper for me.

  When I left, there was no goodbye kiss. Ethan gave me another lustful look, and the swelling in his pants was still there. I felt his fiendish eyes on me as I walked all the way down the hallway.

  Chapter 14

  The afternoon wasn't as blissful as I was hoping it would be. I destroyed my closet in search of the perfect outfit, and even considered running to the mall to pick up something new. Thankfully, I discovered a tiny black dress I had tucked away behind everything else. It had been meant for a date I was supposed to go on six months ago, but he had flaked out on me that night, and the dress went unused.

  Perfect.

  As I took it out and tried it on to make sure everything still looked good I began thinking about the meeting with Ethan. What did he want to talk about tonight, and was he going to take away the extra credit he had already offered me? Did I seal the fate on my future when I kissed him? Without the extra credit I surely wouldn’t get into the business school - and that meant no business degree. Where would that leave me?

  I chewed on my lip nervously as I thought about it. Was I really ready to sacrifice my lifelong dream for the sake of some man?

  Ethan wasn't just some man, though. My heart skipped a beat anytime I thought of him, and when he was around there was nothing else in the world that mattered. When he was around he was the only thing - he was everything. The thought of it alone scared me.

  What did that mean for us tonight, I wondered. A pit formed in my stomach when I realized that he could still call things off. I could drive out to his place just to have him say that we're not going to work out, and that we should go back to a more professional relationship - him the Professor and me the Student. Isn’t that the very thing he had tried to do earlier this week? What if he changed his mind about me and said it again?

  The thought of it horrified me more than anything else.

  My phone rang as I slipped the dress straps over my shoulders. I looked over at it - Dana. The phone rang a full two more times before I could bring myself to answer it. I hadn’t heard from her all week - she didn’t return any of my calls. I bit my lip nervously before answering.

  "Hello," I said.

  "Hey, what you up to?" she responded with her usual greeting. She sounded perfectly normal, as though we hadn’t been playing some sort of petty game all week.

  My mouth cocked to the side nervously as I looked at myself in the mirror - the dress fit just right, and was practically brand new. It was perfect!

  "Oh nothing, just sitting around my dorm studying," I said. I hated lying to her, but I wasn't ready to tell her the truth.

  "What are you doing tonight? We should talk.”

  The pit in my stomach came back with a fury. It held me transfixed, unable to speak. She had picked the worst possible time to finally want to talk.

  "I can't. I… have a date." The truth came out before I could censure myself. It was a date, right?

  The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

  "With who?” she asked, her voice more serious and inquisitive than ever before.

  "A guy I know," I lied as gracefully as I could.

  "Oh,” she said. Her tone lightened a bit, but was still suspicious. "What’s his name?”

  "Um… Evan,” I cringed. I was the worst liar I knew - she was most certainly going to call me out on it. “Can I call you tomorrow? Now isn’t the best time."

  "Sure," she said. There was another brief pause. "Kayla, is everything okay between us? I'm sorry if I was a bit snippy the other night."

  "Yeah, we are. What happened, anyway?"

  "I don't know. I think I just got jealous.”

  “Jealous? What would make you jealous?”

  “Your time with Professor Dewey, for one,” she said. “He… he’s a great Professor. I’m sure your experience with him is invaluable.”

  "Is that all?" I asked excitedly. "You don’t have any reason to be jealous of that. If you want, I could put in a good word for you. He has a ton of stuff he needs done for his research.”

  "No, it's fine. He doesn't really work in the field I want to be in anyway."

  I scrunched my brow a bit, but was still relieved that we were able to clear the air between us.

  "I'll let you get ready for your date. Call me tomorrow, I want to hear all about it."

  We said our goodbyes and I clicked the phone off. I studied myself in the mirror again, making sure everything was just perfect.

  Chapter 15

  Ethan’s house was nestled back in the mountains west of the city. When he had told me how to get there he made it sound easy. In truth, the roads were windy and curvy with a lot of cul-de-sacs to get turned around and lost in. The houses may as well have been mansions, and it was rare to see a car that wasn’t a Mercedes or Beamer. To say I felt out of place would have been an extreme understatement.

  Was this really where he lived?

  After ten minutes of driving in circles, sure I was lost, I finally found his house. It wasn’t at the top of the mountain, but it may as well have been. It was an old Spanish style home with a little cobblestone drive that led up to a three car garage. A large fountain was out front with a cobblestone path that led around to a giant solid-oak door. The door had a sequence of squares and triangles carved into it, and looked like it cost more than my Toyota parked in the driveway.

  A large bronze knocker was mounted in the center of the door, and I thumped it three times against its setting. The thumps echoed back throughout the house. A minute later a lock clicked and Ethan appeared in the doorway. His face was bright with a wide smile, and he had a single red rose in his hand.

  He wore a dark red shirt with a tie that shifted between black and red in invisible patterns. The black slacks he wore were completed by expensive looking black leather shoes. My jaw dropped when he handed me the rose - he looked like he should be modeling for GQ, not teaching business classes at the university.

  “Wow,” I said while I eyed him up and down.

  “I’ll take that as a ‘Hello’,” he chuckled.

  Then he scooped me into his arms and kissed me deeply. The warmth of his body and the familiar musky scent soothed me completely. I struggled to remember the reason I was there in the first place - his presence was overwhelming, and I immediately wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and hold him tight to my body. I pulled myself into the kiss even deeper, and my feet lifted slightly off the ground. Ethan squeezed me tight once more before setting me back down. He pulled away from me and I begrudgingly let him go.

  "Hi," I said, beaming.

  "Please, come in," he said, stepping aside. He held his hand out and gestured for me to enter.

  The foyer was massive and looked even larger from the inside than it had from the outside. The traditional Spanish theme continued throughout the house, and it looked like he had hired an interior decorator to coordinate everything for him - or he had an amazing knack for interior design.

  "This place is magical," I said as he led me through a short hallway into what he called the sitting room. It was at least three times the size of my small dorm, and had a huge leather couch that literally wouldn't have fit into my room. In front of the wraparound couch was a pine-woven coffee table with a glass top; magazines and coasters were laid out in a haphazard, yet charming manner.

  "It’s home," he said as he looked around with me.

  "I didn't realize being a professor paid so well," I said, still staring around at the pieces of southwestern art hanging from the walls.

  He laughed softly. "There's no way I could afford this with the university's salary."

  I looked at him and suddenly realized that I knew surprisingly
little about him. A week ago he didn’t even know who I was, and now - I was falling for him. I wanted to know everything; from where he grew up to what he was passionate about.

  He motioned toward the huge couch in the room, and we sat down. The soft leather was much more comfortable than I had expected. It disproved my expectation of a hard, leathery surface, and I had the sudden urge to curl up into the depths of the massive couch - but I was wearing a dress, and that wouldn’t have been proper. I sat there and crossed one leg over the other, trying my best to look classy and sophisticated.

  "Can I get you something to drink? Wine, a cocktail, a beer if you'd like."

  I waived my hand slightly. "No, I shouldn't," I said. "I swore the stuff off until the semester is over. I can’t afford another late night binge before an exam like the last time."

  He grinned at me and nodded once. "I can respect that."

  We sat there on the couch looking at each other. A minute passed before I realized we hadn't said a thing. It wasn’t an awkward silence, either. We just sat and enjoyed the simple presence of each other. I had never dreamed that such a thing was possible. I would have been content to sit there with him until the morning Sun showed through the window. Judging by the look on his face, he was feeling the same way.

  "So I asked you to come here so we could talk things over,' he said, finally breaking the silence.

  The nervous seed leapt into my chest. Was he going to break things off before they had even begun? It was a distinct possibility - and maybe it would have been the adult decision to make. But I dreaded the idea of not being able to launch myself into his arms again, or feel the soft taste of his lips.

  "I know things are complicated," I began, not giving him the chance to break the bad news. "But, the semester is almost over, and after that we really wouldn't have anything to worry about."

  His soft gray eyes seemed warmer than usual, or maybe I was imagining it. I picked at the corner of the couch with my hand; it was a nasty nervous habit.