Teach Her: A forbidden Professor and Student romance (School of Seduction Book 2)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “My best friend is now married and expecting a baby.” I told him, “So, I’m kinda not doing too well on that front at the moment.”

  “Well, I’ll be your friend, so now you have me.” He smiled, a great big beam that lit his whole face and made a shiver go up my spine as his gaze stayed on me. “Now, my friend, time to warm up.”

  He took me through warming up and then we went running around the park on a route Garrett had chosen for us. I thought I had a good current level of fitness but it was clear from the get go that Garrett could out pace me and leave me hanging way behind him if he did so. He gave me some tips on picking up speed and I could see he really knew his trade. By the time we had finished our session I felt it had been well worth it. My muscles and heart had experienced a serious work out.

  “Shoot. How much do you charge? I hope I can afford you.” I said.

  “You owe me nothing. As a friend your training is free.” Garrett replied.

  “No, I don’t think so. I can’t carry on with you training me unless you tell me what your hourly rate is and let me pay you.” I stood with my hands on my hips so that he would know I was not about to be overruled.

  “Okay, well today is free.” He held up a hand. “Hear me out. Today is free because it’s a trial. That’s what I do for everyone who I train. One free session in order to see if we’re a good fit. Do you think we’re a good fit?” He asked, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.

  “Seemed to be,” I said to him, allowing myself to flirt a little.

  “Great, well today you can pay me in coffee over there at The Grind,” he nodded toward the coffee shop at the corner of the park. "Then we’ll talk about future sessions and fees when we have got our breath back. Sound good?”

  “Sounds great.” I replied. “Race you to the coffee shop. Last one there is a loser.” I took off before he realized what I had said but I knew he could still have beaten me if he had wanted to. Yet he finished just behind me, grabbing me by the shoulder as we reached the coffee shop to try to drag me back and get past me.

  “Damn, woman, only just,” he said. His body was so near to mine. I swore I could feel the heat radiating between us. I stared up at him and he gazed down at me and something, a look, passed between us.

  “What do you want to drink then?” He asked me, breaking the moment, and he headed past me into the coffee shop, leaving me salivating about his mighty fine ass that had just been in front of my eyes.

  We took a seat inside. I would have preferred to sit near the window to get some fresh air but Garrett insisted on sitting at the back, stating he wanted to be out of the sunshine. The darkness towards the back of the shop seemed more intimate. It made me nervous, and I rambled on, making conversation about nothing in particular.

  “I want to ask you something, Mer.” Garrett’s gaze fixed on me.

  “Er, okay.”

  “Would you let me take you on a date? A proper date, like to the movies or to dinner?”

  I took a deep breath.

  This was what you wanted, remember Meredith? Get back in the game.

  I nodded. “Okay, yes. That would be nice.”

  “Nice? Ooh I can see I will need to impress you more than I must be doing. I don’t want our date to be nice, I want you so excited you can’t sit still, not able to wait until we meet again.”

  My face must have frozen because he reached over to touch my hand.

  “I am joking. Shit, your ex really did a number on you, huh?”

  I ran a hand through my bangs. “It’s just been a while. I’ll get there. Maybe I can sit on a bench full of ants so I can get that can’t sit still feeling?”

  We both laughed, and it helped break the tension.

  “Now where would you like me to take you on our date?”

  “Could we go to Olive Garden, maybe? Then to the top of Rockefeller? It’s ages since I’ve done anything touristy. I’ve done Empire State but I’ve never been up Rockefeller.

  “Sounds like a plan. Well, actually, sounds like a date.” He winked. “So, when is this date going to happen? Is tomorrow too soon?”

  “Tomorrow sounds good actually because I reckon I will ache too much to go to the gym after today.”

  “Tomorrow it is then, and Mer?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t rule out the possibility of other things that could make you ache tomorrow.”

  I shook my head at him. “You are so bad.”

  He laughed. “I can’t help it when I’m around you. My inner naughty boy comes out.”

  I feel my clit pulse - naughty boy - hell, yeah, I wanted one of those.

  Calling his bluff I brazen it out. “I would eat you alive, me being an older woman and all.”

  He raised an eyebrow at this and smirked, “I am looking forward to tomorrow even more now.”

  We said our goodbyes, and I returned to my apartment where I loafed around on the couch, replaying the coffee shop conversation. I was really pleased with myself for flirting and not acting like a scared little mouse. I’d always had a rule that I never, ever, put out on a first date, but after my tryst on campus, I decided to throw my stupid rules out of the window. If Garrett asked me back to his place tomorrow, I’d say yes; if not, I’d ask him if he wanted a coffee back at mine. My libido had decided to take center stage, and I was going to let it put on a show.

  On Monday it was business as usual in the day time and I went about my classes as usual, stopping for a break and meeting Tana for lunch on campus. We rarely got together these days, but I wanted to tell her my news.

  She walked towards me, her short, red, medium-length bob blew in the breeze revealing a complexion that could color-coordinate with her hair. She looked green.

  “Jeez, Tana, you okay?” I queried.

  “I can barely move my head. Pregnancy sucks. If I move it too fast, I just want to hurl.”

  She sat on a bench next to me - slowly.

  “Oh dear.”

  “Yup. I can look forward to at least another four weeks of this, possibly. Maybe even longer. It’s worse than any drunken experience I have ever had. Everything smells, like way, way intense and strange. The fucking toilets, dear God. Professor Trainor’s irritable bowel has been playing up. I can’t deal.” She took in big breaths of fresh air. “God, this is lovely. Can’t I teach outside?”

  “I have a date.” I interrupted her. We didn’t get long for lunch and I didn’t wish to sound mean but she would spend all of it moaning about her pregnancy if I let her.

  Tana twisted her head round to me quickly and groaned. “Bitch, if I’m sick on your shoes, it’s your fault for giving me such a shock. You have a date? Who? When?”

  “Tonight. His name’s Garrett, and he’s a Personal Trainer. I met him at the gym.”

  “Is he really, extremely, fantastically toned? Like mega hot bod, thick set arms, thighs that could crush bricks?”

  “He so is.”

  “I’m insanely jealous. Wear your sexiest underwear and fuck his brains out. Ride him like an exercise bike.”

  “I was wondering what to wear.”

  “Oh, you got to do the whole polite thing first? Not just straight back to his for an up close and personal, personal training sesh? Boring.” She bit on her lip. “Okay, well where are you going?”

  “Olive Garden and then the Rockefeller Center.”

  “Skinny jeans and a tank, with a sweater to throw over your shoulders. A push up bra to make the most of those tits.” She appraised me. “Ponytail, so if it gets breezy up top you don’t have hair in your face. Make-up but no lipstick. Your fringe will stick to it, plus hopefully you’ll be locking lips with him. You don’t want to look like Heath Ledger’s Joker.

  “You’re the one with the green face.”

  “It’s not fair, Don should have to take a turn. Men should have to do half the pregnancy.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think that thought is worth having, babe.”

  She groaned again.

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sp; “Hey, at least you have the love of your life and a family on the way. My most intimate relationship is with my toothbrush.”

  Tana quirked a brow.

  “With my mouth... for brushing my teeth... you dirty minded woman.”

  “Well, you have time to change that now. Right, I’d better get back to class and see if I can make it through a class without running to the bathroom. Don’t drink too much tonight or you might be the same.”

  “I’m okay. There’s a talk tomorrow morning with a guest speaker, so I don’t have a class until eleven. Until then I will drink lots of coffee in the staff room under the pretense of marking textbooks.”

  “Lucky, bitch.”

  We stood up, and I gave her a hug. “I hope it passes quickly for you, babe. Though you still look incredible.”

  “Really?” Tana answered perplexed.

  “Well, like the incredible hulk, anyhow.”

  She punched me on the arm. “You made me move again. Speak soon.” She dashed off, no doubt toward the nearest bathroom.

  I dressed as she suggested and I met up with Garrett outside Olive Garden. The meal passed quickly and easily. It was our first date but the third time we had drunk or eaten together and we had fallen into a relaxed pattern of ordering and conversation. We spoke about where we lived. Garrett shared with another guy so I took the hint that we wouldn’t be going back to his apartment after our date.

  “What about you?” He asked. “Where do you call home?”

  “I have a small studio apartment in Brooklyn.” I explained. “It’s one big room with a separate bathroom. I really hope to get something bigger soon. I’m currently saving, but it will do for now. There is less room for me to mess up as I am not the tidiest person.”

  “Seriously? I thought a teacher would be obsessional about having things in order.” Garrett said.

  “Work wise everything is on a desk in the apartment and I’m great at planning classes. It’s the rest of my life where it falls apart. For instance, my running kit from yesterday…well there’s a large chance I threw that at the bottom of my bed and it hasn’t made itself to the bathroom hamper yet.”

  “Are you telling me you’re a dirty girl?” Garrett winked.

  “Maybe.” I winked back.

  We split the bill at my insistence and walked toward the Rockefeller Center. After purchasing tickets, we went up in the fast elevator watching the neon show. It was still light and as we reached the top and walked out, I could see the vastness of Central Park and the rest of New York all around me. It made me realize how small me and my life were in the scheme of everything.

  “What are you thinking?” Garrett had walked up behind me and placed his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. He had spoken in my ear and it made me shiver. “Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?” He asked.

  “I’m not cold, just sensitive to someone speaking that close to my ear.” I replied. “Just thinking about how inconsequential we are. When you look at this vast space around us and think about all the people, the wildlife, the plants. We are such a tiny part of the planet and yet we think we are so important and that we have to be big achievers or somehow we have failed at life.”

  “Okay, so I will take these comments one at a time.” Garrett said. “So, first, do you want me to stop speaking so close to your ear?” He ran his lips up the side of my neck and I rested my head back against him while my body erupted in goose bumps.

  “No, please carry on.” I whispered.

  “Good. Well, second, neither do I feel you are the slightest bit inconsequential.” He tilted his hips slightly and there was no mistaking the hard erection brushing against my ass.

  “And third, yes we are all a tiny part of the planet. But I do not believe we have failed should we not make major accomplishments in life. If you end up settled and happy with your lot, then I think you are a winner.” He paused. “However, I do believe that we take life for granted and so we shouldn’t wait if we see something we want. Why waste days or opportunities? Sometimes you have to take life by the horns and ride that devil.”

  I pushed back against his erection. “Are you sure you’re not mixing up horns with horny and are you the devil you’re suggesting I ride?”

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you at the gym.” He whispered in my ear.

  I turned around, so that his rock-hard cock rested against my center as I put my hands around his waist. “This view is amazing, but would you like to see the view of the inside of my apartment now?”

  “Hell, yes. The view inside your apartment and the view between your legs. I’m sure that would be much more entertaining than the view from up here.”

  “You are not enjoying it up here?” I asked him.

  “The view is amazing,” he said looking at me, “both out there and right here.” Then he dipped his head closer to mine and brushed his lips across my own in a quick sweep. When they traveled back to mine a second time, he deepened the kiss, crushing his mouth against my own. My mouth opened slightly and his tongue dipped in tasting me.

  I felt the swell of my breasts and the hardening of my nipples beneath my tank and broke off to cover myself with my sweater.

  Garrett grabbed hold of my hand and led me back toward the elevators. It was time to go home.

  We shared a cab back to mine. I had not driven in case I had wanted to get wasted. If this date had gone bad, I had felt sure I would have looked for the answers to life via the bottom of a wine bottle.

  Chapter 6

  Garrett

  If I’d had the opportunity, I would have slapped myself around the face to see if I was dreaming. I was on my way to Meredith Butler’s apartment. My horniness far overrode my need to be honest with her about my age. The only actual lies I’d told her were about my age and about my career as a personal trainer. I lived in a room share in Manhattan that wasn’t an untruth. I just omitted it being on the college campus. She was exuberant about her job and about accounting and I’d wished I could join in with discussions about business, but she thought I was a PT and so I kept the subject around fitness.

  Meredith’s apartment was small, but it wasn’t the shit tip I’d expected. Yeah, sure, she picked up a few things when we first walked in, but not much. Christ, if she saw my place on a Saturday morning she would die.

  “I’m just going to freshen up in the bathroom. There’s a bottle of wine and some beers in the fridge if you’d like to get them.”

  I nodded and headed towards the tiny kitchenette where I extracted two cold beers. After rummaging in a couple drawers, I located a bottle opener, opened the bottles and then I placed both drinks on a small coffee table in front of the couch.

  When Meredith came out of the bathroom, I swallowed deeply. She was wearing just a lacy black bra with a small pink bow in the center and a matching thong. That taut body with her trademark tattoo was exposed to me again for the second time in four days–not that she knew that. I needed to ensure that I didn’t repeat any moves from Friday night. I didn’t want her knowing it was me, not yet. If our relationship went the distance, if we somehow made it past a few dates, then I’d confess all, but right now I wanted her to know what she would miss if she let me go because of my age. Truth was, I wanted her hooked on me. I lifted my bottle and took a cool drink of beer to wet my throat which had gone so dry.

  “You look beautiful,” I told her. “Now come sit here with your beer while I go freshen up myself.”

  I passed her as I headed into her bathroom. When I’d taken a leak, I stood in front of the mirror where I looked at myself, trying to see what she saw. No way in hell did I look nineteen years old. No way in hell was I going to act it either.

  I went out of the bathroom and Meredith looked up, unsure as to what would happen next.

  “Stand up.” I commanded.

  She did, and I picked her up and placed her over my shoulder where I spanked her bare ass cheeks.

  “It’s playtime.” I told her.
“Time to show you you’re mine.”

  I placed her on the bed and instructed her to stay on all fours with her ass raised high in the air. Then I peeled off her bra and panties so that she was completely exposed to me while I stayed fully dressed. Kneeling behind her on the bed, enjoying the view of those creamy tits hanging down and that firm white ass in the air, her puckered hole on display. I’d claim that another time. Right now, I fastened my mouth on her pussy and played her like a piano. I knew the moves that made her come and from this different position she couldn’t place her hands in my hair. I didn’t do the circular motion from before, instead I trailed my tongue in the letters of the alphabet, one after another until O really was for orgasm and she came against my mouth in a shudder.

  Quickly I stripped off my own clothes and guided her off the bed, towards her wall, not giving her a moment to recover. I feasted on her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue and then I pushed her legs apart and slammed my cock in her still pulsating cunt.

  “Oh my fucking God.” She screamed.

  With every thrust she hit the wall behind her. I hoped her neighbors heard. I hoped the world heard and knew she was mine. The thought made me bite her neck—mine—I wanted to mark her.

  “Garrett,” she squealed. “I have to work tomorrow, don’t leave me with visible marks.”

  I lowered my head and sucked part of her breast into my mouth biting and marking that instead. In response, she scratched her hands up my back so hard it should have made me cuss, but it was all a mingle of pleasure and pain and I couldn’t get enough.

  “Now what will they think to those scratches in the gym?” I whispered in her ear.

  Her hooded gaze captured my own. “They’ll think you have a passionate lover and they’d be right.”

  I turned her around and pressed her up against the wall, her breasts hitting the coldness of it, making her gasp. Strumming her clit with my fingers I simultaneously restarted my thrusts. I could feel the strength in her body as we pushed against each other chasing our climaxes.