by Joey Bush
“It fits but it’s a little scratchy. I’m not sure how long I will wear it.”
“Let me know if you need help removing it.”
I let out a soft snicker. “Next hole.”
“Haven’t we covered all of the holes?”
We both laughed and then moved on. As we went, Ryder told me stories of his visits to the various world wonders. Eventually, we made it to Machu Picchu—the final hole.
“Let me guess, you have been here too?” I asked.
“I have. I took Sam on that trip. He was about five when I took him. He really didn’t appreciate it, but he liked to say Machu Picchu. If I win this hole, I’m the ultimate champion.”
“That’s not happening against this professional putt-putter.”
Ryder lost the hole. I told him he owed me an A in human sexuality and he said he would think about it. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.
“I have wanted to kiss you for the last hour, and this seems like the perfect time,” he said.
“Someone will see us.”
“I don’t care.”
Ryder pulled me tight and his lips met mine. There was so much passion in the moment that we made the kiss last. If I were on the outside looking in, I would’ve thought it was a tasteless display of affection. We came together in an unavoidable collision. For that moment, I didn’t care who saw us.
Chapter Eight
Ryder opened the car door for me. I was exhausted. Just being around Ryder took energy—in a good way. We were like two magnets held inches apart. There was a pull so strong between us that it took a great deal of strength to remain separate. For the first mile, neither of us spoke.
“I need to swing by my office on the way back to your dorm. They have me in an old building on the edge of campus, and some say the place is haunted. It isn’t a good idea to go alone. Care to join me?”
“Sounds scary Ryder. Will you protect me from the ghosts?” I joked.
“I’ve got your back if something happens.” Ryder squeezed my hand for a moment before he returned to the shift and we sped up.
We arrived at the Canooth Building on the far edge of campus; I didn’t even know the building existed. It was in disrepair, the forgotten building where the offices of untenured faculty were hidden away. It was unlike most of the other buildings on campus, which were modern. It appeared as if it had been an old slave quarters on a plantation.
“I don’t spend much time here. If you think it was an old slave quarters, you are correct. I think it has a sort of charm, or at least character.” Ryder unlocked the front door.
“At least you have privacy in this place. Is the Canooth Building even on the campus map?”
“Don’t think so. They had plans to demolish the thing until some historians stopped the wrecking ball.”
When we started trekking inside, I put my hands around Ryder’s waist from behind. It was dark, as he had not switched on the lights. The darkness had nothing to do with holding onto him though. It felt so natural to touch Ryder and there finally was no one watching us. My hands were laced across his toned abs and he pulled me tightly. He moved away his hand and switched on the light.
“That’s better. Don’t you think?” Ryder asked.
“Not really. I liked having my hands on you in the dark.” I grinned. “This place is a mess, Ryder. I would rather not look at it.”
“I know, right?”
“Right about this place being a mess or right about my hands on your body?” I purred.
“Right on both counts. I’m sensing you’re in a feisty mood.”
“How can you tell?”
“The tenor of your voice changes…It’s sultry and I like it.” He walked around to the other side of his desk. “This is my office. I feel fortunate to have four walls. If and when I move to a nicer building, I will be given a cubicle. It isn’t the best place to hold office hours.”
“Hmm. Office hours—interesting concept for a sexuality teacher. I saw all of your books. Do you provide demonstrations?”
It started quickly. Ryder moved towards me in a fluid motion, grabbed me with one arm, and turned out the lights with his free hand. Our bodies were like runaway trains heading for one another. Neither Ryder nor I intended to put on the breaks.
Ryder pinned me on the floor and pushed up my white sweater. He kissed my stomach moving downwards. He removed my red and white skirt and. with his teeth, removed my black thong. Apparently he had that in mind when he slipped it to me in class. Ryder pushed open my legs revealing my bare pussy. I was trembling with anticipation.
“Are you okay?” he asked, glancing up at me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Ryder nestled his head between my thighs. With his tongue fluttering, he tickled the inside folds of my pussy and then sucked hard as he moved inwards. He went places he had been before, but this time he knew his way around. He had perfected his skill, which I already thought was perfect. I tried to close my legs. It was a natural impulse, but Ryder pushed my knees open. I was very vulnerable, but I trusted Ryder, and I eventually stopped fighting him. My body began rising and falling beneath his head. When I stopped fighting him his hands were free to assist his mouth. He spread me bare and blew my crotch gently. He glared longingly at my pussy.
“Are you ready? Because I’m about to make you come like you’ve never come before.”
I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the floor of Ryder’s office. I spread my legs wider than I knew was possible. His muscular tongue took over and he sucked my clit. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I screamed as I climaxed. I felt like I was falling hard and my parachute opened at the last moment possible.
I slowly closed my legs and Ryder returned to my mouth. My sweater was off but I was still in my white lace bra. I kneeled and then stood, leaving Ryder sitting on the floor looking at me. I removed my bra slowly and ran my hands over my hard tits. They were perky and erect like traffic cones; Ryder watched me intently the entire time. When I was done touching myself, I extended my hand and pulled Ryder to his feet. I led him to his desk chair and pushed him down hard.
“A little role reversal, Professor Curran.”
His dick was already hard, making my work easy. I positioned myself before him and started to suck his cock slowly as I caressed his balls. I slowly increased the pace. I slid his penis in and out of my mouth.
“I don’t want to cum because you feel so fucking good,” he grunted.
His penis slipped deep within my throat and I sucked hard. I slowly and gently pulled it out, and took him in once more, harder than before as I inhaled him. Ryder exploded while his cock was deep within my mouth and I swallowed every last drop of him. I pulled away, already looking forward to the next time I would have his penis in my mouth.
“It has been decades since this building has seen action like this,” Ryder breathlessly said.
“Perhaps more like centuries or longer.”
“Maybe ever. We have fucking left our mark on this place forever.”
I snuggled in the chair with Ryder and looked into his eyes.
“I don’t think I’m ready to go back to my dorm. I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.
He looked deep into my eyes; there was an intensity there that I had never seen before. “If you insist.”
Ryder lifted my naked body and slammed me onto his desk. It wasn’t gentle and slow but very hard and deliberate. This wasn’t the kind of sex made for eye-gazing and gentle caresses—it was primal. Our need was what drove us, and it was apparent and severe. Surprisingly, he hardened up quickly. We began with him on top but I flipped him over. I was sitting on top of him as his fingers massaged my breasts. I jammed his hard cock into my willing pussy and we started to grind into one another. We were moving fast to a lover’s sound track but there was no music—only the sound of our passionate cries.
Together, we climaxed.
Ryder’s office was a mess. We didn’t bother to push any of the
papers off of his desk. I smiled to think that he would think of me when he saw the bleeding ink. He would place the papers to his face, inhale and think of me.
We fell asleep in the dark office and remained lying motionless until sunrise.
When we slowly awoke he said, “You are amazing. I hate to end this date, but soon other faculty members will be arriving. I don’t know how I would explain having a hot, disheveled student in my office at night.”
“Hot student? I like it. I’m a little ticked off about my new thong though. Once again, you destroyed it.”
“It was worth it. I will buy you another one. If we keep this up, I will be the number one customer in the lingerie department.” He smirked.
“Oh, we will keep this up. I know all of you now, Ryder. It will be even harder to keep this relationship a secret, but it’s well worth it.”
“The semester is half over. If we have more dates like this one to look forward to, we can tolerate the inconvenience.”
I got up and stood completely naked in Ryder’s office.
“What?” I asked as he stared silently at me.
“Stand still. I want to burn the image of you into my mind.”
Ryder kissed my ankles and slowly made his way up my body. He slowed at the nape of my neck moving his lips to mine and kissed me lightly. We remained lip locked and I wanted him inside of me again.
“Let’s get out of here while I’m still able,” I said, breathlessly.
****
Ryder opened the car door for me.
“Your chariot, my darling,” Ryder said. He kissed me before closing the door.
When he hopped in the driver’s seat, I said, “Careful, Ryder. We are back in the real world.”
“I know, babe. My real world is with you and the other stuff is the fake, shitty world. On that note, why don’t you take a step further into my world?”
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to spend some time with Sammy and I. Sally has something going on Saturday and she asked to drop Sam off. It will only be for a few hours and I think it would allow you to get to know my son. I’m sick of compartmentalizing my life, so what do you say?”
“Wow. The age thing will be evident. He will feel like a little brother not a—” my voice trailed off.
“I’m not asking you to be Sam’s mother. It may be awkward at first, but I want him to know the woman whom I care for deeply.”
I smiled nervously. “You got it. I will come by on Saturday morning.”
We arrived at Leach Hall. It was too early for anyone to be awake and see us, so I kissed him goodbye.
Chapter Nine
Saturday finally arrived. I had not seen Ryder since our amazing date and I barely remembered miniature golf. We started mental foreplay from the moment I entered the Mustang. I was having a tough time deciding what to wear to my date with Ryder and Sam. Poor choice of words because it wasn’t a date—it was a getting to know Sam session. I hated the word session as it made it sound like I was visiting a shrink. I decided on the word hangout, but I didn’t know what to put on for a hangout. Kelly caught me staring at my over-stuffed closet.
“Are you going to choose an outfit or is it going to hop out and grab you?” Kelly joked.
“I’m just looking for something to hang out in. I’m meeting a new friend today. He’s nine-years-old, so I’m looking for something casual, fun, and mature.”
“That is a tough one. I’m confused by the age of your new friend. Are you interviewing for a nanny gig?”
“As with most things in my life, it’s complicated,” I said to Kelly.
“I’ve said it before, Jenna. I’m here if you need me. You have a good head on your shoulders and if there are choices to make, I’m sure you will make the right one. A pair of jeans and a sweater will make you look like you just walked out of The Gap. It’s always a safe look.”
“Thanks, Kel.”
I pulled on some size four petite jeans and a marled blue sweater. I looked boring, neat, and unintimidating—just what I was looking for.
I drove directly to Ryder’s house. I skipped stopping at my mother’s because I didn’t know what to expect and I didn’t have the energy to fill her in. What Ryder and I had was precious and I wanted to keep it private as long as possible. I was taking a big step in my relationship with Ryder, and I didn’t want my mom to fluster me.
As I pulled up to Ryder’s house, I spotted my mother sitting on the porch swing. She was with Claude Simmons. Good for her.
I quickly got out of my car and knocked on his door.
****
“Hey sexy.” His voice sent chills down my spine.
Ryder scooped me up and tossed me on the couch. He slipped his hands under my blue sweater and began to fondle my breasts.
“I missed you. And you skipped class yesterday. Naughty girl—you deserve a spanking,” he whispered and then kissed my lips.
“Ryder, stop.” I jumped off the couch and straightened my sweater and adjusted my bra. “Where is Sammy? Is he in the next room? Kids hear everything. Are you crazy?”
“Calm down, Jenna. Sally is running late. I thought we could sneak in a little something before he arrives.”
“Sex before your son gets here…Under this roof?”
“Yes. How do you think people have more than one child? I think you should know that your parent’s actually had sex.” Ryder laughed and I joined him.
“Sorry. I will take a rain check on that spanking. I’m just in the virginal Jenna mode. I’m kid ready. I won’t cuss and I’m not showing any cleavage.”
“Nice try at the virginal thing, but I know better.” Ryder winked.
“Shut up.”
The doorbell rang.
“They’re here. Ready?” he asked.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.” Ryder kissed my cheek before throwing open the door.
Sam jumped into his father’s arms. I was stunned for a second, and maybe the slightest bit jealous. Ryder and Sam looked alike and it was obvious how much they loved each other. Sally stood behind her son. I had seen her from a distance, but she was prettier up-close.
“Ryder? Are you going to introduce us to your lady friend?” Sally stood silent next to Sam.
Before Ryder could get to it, I introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Jenna Walsh. I met Ryder through golf. He is teaching me the basics of the game.” I shook Sally’s hand.
“I had heard Ryder was going to pick up some students from the high school. I’m glad he finally got around to it. He is very good. He taught me everything I know about golf, although tennis is still my game.” Sally smiled.
“Jenna isn’t a high school student. She’s a freshman at South Carolina,” Ryder added.
“Oh, right. Are you teaching freshman human sexuality this year?”
“You know I’m, Sally. What time will you be by to pick up Sam?” Ryder asked.
“I will be here by 4 PM. It will give you time to hit the driving range together. That is why you’re here Jenna. Correct?”
“Uh—yes,” I muttered.
Ryder closed the door and Sally took off.
“Sorry,” Ryder whispered.
It couldn’t have been more awkward. Ryder followed Sammy into the kitchen.
“What’s to eat, Dad?” Sammy had Ryder’s green eyes and they shared many of the same mannerisms.
“I have been so busy, Sam. Your visit today is a surprise so I didn’t have the time to stock up on your favorites,” Ryder said.
A surprise? Not really.
I felt like I was drowning and out of place. I should have known better and allowed Ryder and Sam time alone. My parents never divorced, but I knew the situation was uncomfortable for Sam.
“Why don’t we grab some take-out and watch a movie. The two of you will have to excuse me for a bit while I finish some work. It will give you some time to discuss what we will eat.”
I shot Ryder a look of panic. He was being a jackass fo
r leaving Sam and me alone. Ryder walked out of the kitchen and I was alone with a kid whose father just had his hands on my tits.
“My mom calls my dad the absent minded professor because he forgets things a lot. What do you feel like eating?” Sam asked.
“There is a new vegan restaurant down the street. They have a kids menu,” I said with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
“Vegan?”
“Yeah, like no meat or dairy.” His face took on a look of horror. “Well, I thought that since both of your parent’s are athletic. No Vegan huh?”
“Jenna. If you’re trying to impress me, vegan stuff isn’t the way to do it,” Sam said.
“Well, Sam, if I were trying to impress you, what should I suggest?”
“I like ice cream—a lot.”
“Me too! I know your father has some of that. I wonder if he has any frosting?” I said.
“You mean the Betty Crocker stuff? It’s the only kind my dad uses. I sometimes eat it with a spoon. Ever mix it into the ice cream?” Sam asked.
“No, but I’m gonna find out. I think we will get along just fine, Sam.”
Ryder joined us in front of the television. Sam and I were sitting with our feet up devouring pints of ice cream topped with frosting.
“What are you pigs watching?” Ryder smiled. I passed a very important test.
“We’re watching Sharknado 2,” Sam said.
I turned around, shrugged my shoulders and smiled.
****
We were lounging on the couch when Sally returned. The afternoon flew by. It was nearly impossible for Ryder and me to keep our hands off each other, but we managed. Sam shook my hand goodbye, which melted into a hug.
“Thanks, Ryder. I hope I did not intrude on your lesson time. Thank you, Jenna, for being so patient. I know your time is valuable also with school,” Sally said.
“Okay then, Sally. I will plan on seeing you next weekend,” Ryder said.
“I will bring Sam over after 5 PM as long as it doesn’t mess with your schedule.”
“I don’t think Jenna and I have anything planned. We will be here.”
I couldn’t believe Ryder just let the cat out of the bag with his ex-wife. I was speechless.
