by Havana Scott
“Hello, Professor,” she coos, smile big and bright, honey eyes alight with fire. “Is this good for you?” I sense her enthusiasm and desire coming off her like the heat off an asphalt road in July.
I look down the hallway to make sure nobody’s around. “How did you not attract fifty men on the way here?”
“Boys,” she says with a wink. “Fifty boys.”
“Even worse.” I scoff.
“I told them if they touched me, they’d have Dr. MacKenzie to deal with.”
“Damn straight.” I unlock the door, letting her in quickly, locking it from the inside again. It’s dark except for the emergency lights. The air’s been turned off to save A/C, so the room smells musty and warm. I flick on the air and do a quick walk-around to make sure nobody’s here.
“How did you sleep last night?” Sabine asks, putting down her bag and sitting in the chair she always uses during class. Front row and center. I remember her from the first day, nervous and curious and holding a banana. Feels like a world away since then.
“Like a rock. You?” I didn’t really. I was up half the night pondering all this and how I took surrogate therapy to a whole other level. But it worked its magic, and I’d do it all again. What we discovered, as a result, was that innocent, sweet Sabine LaFleur likes her sex hot and hard, something her body and mind didn’t even know they needed. Well, guess what? Liam MacKenzie likes his sex hot and hard, too, so this might very well be a match made in heaven.
Once I’m sure nobody’s going to come in, I open up my bag and hand her something.
“A banana?” She stares at it, one crooked eyebrow.
I crook mine as well. “Look at me like you did on the first day.”
She giggles, blushing, as she takes the fruit into her hand and stares at it. “I don’t remember.”
“Yes, you do.” I lean against the desk and cross my arms, taking in her full visage—school girl skirt, white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a banana in her hands. All she needs now is a red bra underneath that shirt. “I walked in, and you gawked at me. Your mouth was halfway open, a banana poised nearby. What were you thinking?”
She looks taken aback by my question, but I want to know everything in her mind, her every thought and fantasy. The more I know, the more I can make them happen for her. “I thought you were hot.”
“What else?”
“I thought you were a student, only to find out you were my professor. I couldn’t believe I was going to listen to a gorgeous god of a man teach us about sexuality.”
“How’ve I done so far?” I chew my bottom lip, getting harder just listening to her talk about her first impressions.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” she says. “If I were the teacher, I’d give you an A+.”
“Thank you, but guess what? You’re not the teacher. You’re my student, and I’d say you’ve done a fine job of listening so far. But your behavior is atrocious.”
At first, she looks at me curiously, gauging if I’m serious or not. But then, slowly, a smile spreads on her face. She understands the idea behind role play. “Is it now?” She begins to peel the banana, a step ahead of me. I love how this woman’s brain meshes with mine.
“Yes, you need to pay for it, Miss LaFleur.”
“You mean, I shouldn’t bring cock-shaped fruit to school…” Peel. Peel again. “And I shouldn’t sit in the front row talking about how much I want to come while looking up innocently at my professor? Like this?” She dips underneath the banana and runs her tongue up the length of it, curling her lips around the tip, sucking hard, her cheeks sinking in.
“Fuck yeah.”
Then, she opens her mouth wide and drags her tongue down to the bottom again, sucking on the bottom, as if a pair of balls were there. Which they will be. In a minute. A moment later, her mouth engulfs the whole banana, making it disappear down her throat.
My balls tighten, and my cock stiffens so much, it hurts. Only one way to relieve the pain.
“I’m sorry for my behavior, Professor. I’ll do better,” she says, coming up for air.
I unbutton my jeans and gesture for her to kneel where I stand. “You will do better. Come over here and show me how much better before I spank you.”
Sabine pauses to look at me and consider. I can almost hear the words in her mind, Will he really spank me or is he just playing?
“Come over here, little girl.”
“Yes, Professor.” Getting up, she glides over to me, sinks to her knees. “Please don’t spank me.”
I won’t spank her. Yet. But I will put that beautiful mouth to good use. “On the first day of class, I had a nickname for you—Cherry Lips—I imagined how dark and full your lips must get working around a cock. Now that I see you with that banana, I know I’m right. Open.”
As I take my aching hard cock out of my pants, I soak in the amazing view of Sabine on her knees, batting her long, fuck-me lashes, her mouth open, her tongue flat and waiting. Her hands slide up my thighs, her fingertips curling around the waist of my jeans, and she pulls down slowly. I let the head of my cock drop slowly onto her tongue.
The moment it touches, she closes her eyes and wraps her lips around the head, sucking tightly. Then, she opens her eyes again to look up at me naïvely. I hold onto her pigtails. Seeing her in that skirt with her knees open, my balls tighten against my body, and I feel that wave pushing me higher. I don’t care who she’s been with before, right now she’s mine to fuck, mine to shove my cock deep into her throat.
Holding onto her hair, I slide in slowly. “Let’s see how far you can take it.” I feel her breath while taking in my cock, which means she’s opened her throat, letting me slide in deeper. Holy fuck, this feels amazing. My eyes roll back, and I take in huge breaths of air to keep from losing it.
Then, she pulls out and gasps for breath, a sexy image all on its own. I think she’s going to stop, but then, she throws herself on me again, licking and sucking. The longer she does it, the faster and sloppier she gets, and is there anything more beautiful than lines of spit dripping from a woman’s mouth when she’s sucking your cock? No. There isn’t, and right now, Sabine is climbing the ranks of best all-time blowjobs.
A in Human Sexuality.
A in Best College Attitude.
A in Sloppy Delicious Blowjobs.
But she’s getting too into it, and I’m getting too close to coming when I’m not done with her yet. Pulling her off my cock, I make her stand then kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. The mixed scents of her and my pre-cum are intoxicating. “You’ve done well, but now you’ve broken a very, very important class rule,” I tell her.
“Which one, Professor?” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
I unbutton her shirt, revealing her small, bouncy tits in her lacy, white bra. “You’re giving blowjobs in class. You know better than that, Miss LaFleur.”
“I’m so sorry, Professor. I can’t help it. Your cock is so big, I had to see what it felt like in my throat.” She hides a smile by biting her lip, but holy shit, I want to plow into her and make her scream instead.
“Cheeky girl. Go take that marker over there.” I point toward the white board where a collection of dry erase markers sit in the dust tray. “Start writing lines.”
She drops her mouth open, amused by what I’m making her do, then falls right back into playing along. “What should I write, Professor?”
“I will not suck cock in class. Fifty times.”
“Fifty times!”
“A hundred times. Let’s go. Start writing.”
“But Professor…”
“Stop complaining or your punishment will be even worse.”
While she starts writing, I take a moment to laugh inside at our little fantasy. There’s no one else I’ve ever been able to play this out with. The women I’ve dated have all been older, more jaded, not into this type of thing anymore. Why do some women start out fun with sex then become cynical as they get older? I love that
Sabine wants to play just as much as I do, and I have a feeling she’ll always be this way.
Once she writes five lines of punishment, I can’t take it anymore. She looks too fucking cute following my whim, but we’re tempting fate by staying in this room so long. “Okay, that’s enough. Now come here.”
Capping the marker and putting it back, she turns around and walks over to me, hands behind her back. I reach around to grab them and whirl her over the desk. Getting up behind her, I push my cock against her ass, lifting her skirt slowly.
“So, sucking cock is against class rules, but fucking you is fine, Professor?”
It’s like she wants me to spank her. Sabine continues to surprise me. “You’re a bad girl, Miss LaFleur. Now you’re going to bend over for being insolent.” I like it when she’s insolent. In fact, being a straight-A student her whole life, it’s about time she broke some rules.
She bends at the waist, looking over her shoulder nervously, and I lift her skirt, exposing her tight, curvy ass. A pink thong. My dick is going to explode just examining her. Placing both my hands on her cheeks, I jiggle that beautiful ass then slide my finger underneath the thong, lifting and letting it snap. Then, I issue one, sharp slap, watching her skin redden in response.
Sabine flinches. For a moment, I worry I’ve hurt her. But then, she falls back into character. “I’m sorry, Professor. I’ll be a good girl now.”
“You will be.” And then I can’t take it anymore. I slide her thong halfway down her thighs, exposing that sweet pussy dripping with nectar. Taking my cock in my hand, I rub the head up against the wetness along her inner thigh, then press it against the opening of her pussy.
“Yes, Professor,” she says with a long moan. “Teach me to be a good girl.”
“You’re being good right now. Very good,” I say, driving my cock deep into her, eliciting another low groan. I hunch over her to cover her mouth. I’d rather hear her moan into my hand than alert the whole school to what we’re doing. I continue to fuck her, using my other hand to pinch her pussy lips closed around her clit and rub in circles, feeling her tighten her legs, as I plow into her harder.
“You’re going to come now, Miss LaFleur. You’ve had boys before, but never this. And this is what was missing from your life.” I continue to whisper in her ear, as I ram my cock into her all the way to the balls, giving her that raw hardness she’s been yearning. “You feel it?”
“Yes…”
“That’s right, come for me…” And then I spank her again, harder this time, reddening her other ass cheek. How I wish I could plow my cock into her ass and feel that supreme tightness, but she’s not ready. Still, thinking about it takes me close to the edge, and I rub her clit harder, tapping at it to coax that orgasm out.
And then, her legs clutch me tighter than before, her pussy grips my cock, and she’s crying again. I love that she feels emotional about coming. She’s been in that dark, forsaken place, so the release means everything to her. That’s how it should be.
“I’m coming,” she tells me softly.
Music to my ears.
The waves ripple through her. I feel them shuddering her whole body, and I nearly come just knowing I made her feel that good, but I wait until she’s done, until she’s so spent, she nearly collapses over the desk. That’s when she turns around, sinks to her knees again completely exhausted, and opens her mouth. “Was I a good girl this time?”
“A very good girl,” I say, letting that view of her with her tongue out to receive me send me over the edge. Nothing more beautiful. “Here’s your reward.”
She smiles. And I spill onto her tongue.
And I love—fucking love—this woman.
9
SABINE
“He had you bent over the desk?” Leo’s shaped right eyebrow does its funny overarch that makes me laugh every time.
“Yes.” I hide a smile behind my coffee cup. “And I’m not going to lie, it was amazing. Though I imagine next, he’ll be fucking me in the ass if I’m not careful.”
“Girl, sshh…” Leo glances around the coffee shop, but nobody’s listening. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“I…” Stop to laugh, that’s what I do, because Leo. “I’m not into that.”
“You don’t know what you’re into. I think that’s the point that Dr. MacKenzie has been drilling into you. Pun super intended.” Pursed lips emphasize his point. Shaking his head, Leo sips his mocha latte in silence.
I don’t mind talking about Dr. MacKenzie to Leo. One, he’s done more wanton deeds in his two years at Crofton Cliffs than I’ve done in all my twenty, so he can’t judge. And two, we went to high school together in Florida where I knew his secret for three years before he told anyone else. I can trust him.
“Yes, I know.” I sink my head into my hands, grabbing fistfuls of hair. “Ugh, my brain hurts, Leo.”
“So, what’s next? You’re going to keep seeing him?”
“I don’t see how I can stay away.” I stare at the rain falling in shimmery curtains outside the coffee shop. The professor has done more for me sexually than anybody else since I’ve been having sex, and that’s four years now. “I know this sounds crazy, ‘cause it’s only been a week, but I think he cares about me. He’s not just fucking me because I’m a young, stupid undergrad.”
Leo scoffs. “Ahem. He’s fucking you because you’re a young, stupid undergrad.”
“Thanks a lot.” My eyes snap at him.
“Look, I’m just trying to warn you, Sabine. Better you realize it now than in a month when you’re crying because you failed all your finals. Men suck. Punto final,” he adds his signature Spanish endings.
“What does that mean?”
“It means ‘listen to Leo.’ It means ‘period.’ Niña, look, you’re walking a thin line, going down the rabbit hole. I can’t think of other metaphors, but you know what I mean—you’re risking too much. What if people find out? What if that guy in your class finds out and tells the whole fucking school? Or his bitch friend, Tennille.”
“Tanelle.”
“Whatever.”
“Then, I guess I won’t be passing that class.”
“You think that’s it? Sabine, you could get kicked out of the school. He could lose his job. You’re walking a thin line.”
“You used that one already.” Ugh, he’s right. I don’t want to be responsible for Dr. MacKenzie losing his job. That would be a massive cloud of guilt over my head that I don’t need. “Fine, we’ll have to be super-duper-über careful.”
“Hey.” Leo crosses his arms and leans back. “Did you ask me to meet you, to talk you off the ledge? Because I did that last week and look how it turned out—with me driving you to the man’s house, and now you’ve fucked him twice at school. Clearly, I suck at friending.” His sigh blankets over us. “Sabine, there’s dick everywhere. Why does it have to be this one?”
It doesn’t have to be. But I want it to be.
I have no answer for Leo.
He shrugs, like he’s made his point, like I’ll probably stop this illicit activity right away, but I won’t. I can’t. I’m too far down the rabbit hole, as Leo says. I’ve eaten the cookie, drunken the elixir, and now I can’t stop falling, falling…down, down, down…for Doctor Liam MacKenzie.
The rest of the weekend, I literally have to sit on my hands in my room to keep from desperately calling or texting him. Instead, he texts a few times to see how I’m doing, and I reply, telling him I’m studying, which I am, but then I have to stop myself from asking Leo to drive me to Professor MacKenzie’s house to fuck his brains out.
I can’t concentrate on anything. I keep seeing his face in my mind, his clear blue eyes, his winsome smile, his rock hard body, and those smoking abs. I keep hearing the concern in his voice, too, and the #Truth when he said I was a bad girl at heart, I just didn’t know it. That was, like, a huge revelation. Here I thought I was a good girl, always have been, but then I meet one man, and my whole sexuality ope
ns up. Dr. MacKenzie, opening doors I didn’t even know were unlocked.
And I’m supposed to just stop seeing him?
No way can I do that.
And that is how I find myself outside his office again on Monday morning a full hour before class starts. Standing there staring at the gold plaque on which his name is etched—Dr. Liam MacKenzie—I internalize the full effect of my obsession. I’m in way over my head.
He opens the door and scans down the hallway. “Good morning, Miss LaFleur. May I help you with something?” At first, I’m not sure if he’s kidding or not, then he lets me in and drops the act, taking my face into his hands and kissing me so deliciously, I don’t care there’s a light switch embedded in my spine.
I’m so relieved he’s not pushing me away. He hasn’t changed his mind.
I don’t think I could handle it if he ended things now. I think of the Adele song, Water Under the Bridge—If you’re going to let me down, let me down gently…don’t pretend that you don’t want me.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead into mine. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t mean sex either, Sabine. Look, I was reading an article and found this. I printed it for you.” He reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a stack of papers. “It’s about women who’ve overcome anorgasmia. Studies show that, because they’ve learned to withhold their orgasms…” He gives me side-eye to check and see if I’m following him.
“Yeah?” I know all about withholding sexual tension.
“And because they’re used to delaying orgasms, they build up more sexual energy. And because they build up more sexual energy than other women…”
“I’m more frustrated than other women?” I laugh, though it’s entirely true.
“No. You come harder.” His soft smile warms my heart. He’s really into this, isn’t he? He worries for me, cares about my issue almost as much as I do. He wasn’t just interested in hitting and quitting, pumping then dumping, rocking the box then changing the locks. He’s invested.
“See, you build up more pressure than other women, so you explode harder. Does that sound familiar to you?”
