by Havana Scott
“I honestly have no clue. I have nothing else to compare it to, Professor.”
He looks at me a long moment. “You can call me Liam, you know.”
“I know.” And yet, I can’t. I still look up to him as a mentor, as weird as that may sound. His big, muscular arms wrap around me, and I disappear into a huge hug that smells like cleanly showered man. So yummy.
We start kissing, his searching mouth making me hot and wet. Within seconds, he’s drinking me in, using full lips and tongue to devour me, make me liquefy underneath him. I have to lean against the desk to keep from sliding, which only makes him hover over me and overpower me even more. I love it. I love everything about him, especially the way he makes me feel.
I’m so wet, I start thinking about having him inside of me. His cock is hard and straining through his pants, but it’s Monday morning and school is full at this hour, so I think twice about undressing. Plus, my talk with Leo has left me on edge a little bit. I find myself wondering, Is he just an older man using me for fun? Leo seemed to think so. The truth is, I know very little about him. I’m too trusting.
Yet, I can’t stop from falling under his spell. When we kiss, I yearn for him to grab my ass, and when he grabs my ass, I yearn to open my legs and give him full access, and when I open my legs, I yearn for him to pull off my jeans and lick me like he did the other day. He’s an addiction. He’s sugar, alcohol, and cocaine all rolled in one, and he’s never enough.
“You know what I admire about you?” His mouth, warm and humid on my ear, trails softly down to nibble on my neck. His fingers deftly undo the top buttons of my shirt. “How fearless you are.”
Admire? Could an older man really look up to a younger woman, or is he blowing smoke up my ass? “I’m not. I’m scared of everything.”
“But you’ve taken risks, Sabine. Even now, you come here to see me.” His hand slides into my shirt to squeeze my breast, seeking out my hardened nipple, pinching and flicking it with his fingers.
“Because I’m obsessed,” I breathe throatily.
“I call it focused. You’re focused on what you want.”
“What I want is you.”
He pushes me back a few inches to gaze at me. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I think I struck a chord. Can he give me more than just the sexy times? Can he give me him completely?
It’s a loaded question, but the answer will tell me a lot about his intentions. I pull him into a kiss of my own, soft and tenderly affectionate, because I need to see all sides of him. Only then can I know for sure where we’re headed with this “thing.” He fuses into my kiss without missing a beat, but I sense his inner turmoil like a storm on the horizon.
A soft rapping at the door snaps me out of it.
He rips away so fast, I nearly fall off balance. My heartbeat pounds through my chest. Then, he sees how shaken I am and whispers in my ear, “We should’ve left the door open. I’ll see you later.” A kiss to my cheek and the way he hands me my book bag tells me, even though he’s being nice about it, it’s imperative I get out—now.
“Thanks for clearing that up, Professor…” I say in a normal voice, as he reaches for the door. “I should have no problem doing those questions now. See you in class.”
“My pleasure, Miss LaFleur. If you want, I can clear that up with Mr. Quackenbush.” When he props it open, I have no idea who will be standing there, but the last person I expect to see is Tanelle Evans looking like fresh sex on a stick—skirt shorter than her attention span, a tank top displaying her full rack of ammunition, and shimmery, glossy lips.
Did she see anything between Dr. MacKenzie and me? Hear our conversation? Could she decipher our intertwined shapes through the frosted glass?
“Good morning, Professor. I came to ask you a question. Are you busy?” Her sharp green eyes cautiously follow me out. They drop to my shirt.
It’s still unbuttoned. I do my best to fix it, all the while turning a shade of pink so hot, I feel it through my cheeks. I glance back at the professor with Tanelle.
“A little busy, yes.” He smiles professionally while gathering his briefcase. “Was just headed to a quick meeting before class. What’s up?”
10
LIAM
So glad it’s not Dean Albert, but seeing Tanelle Evans at my door isn’t any better. The girl is dressed in a miniskirt with jean jacket opened to reveal those huge milky white tits of hers, and her Vans add just the right juvenile touch.
She closes the door and shows off her straight white smile. “Great, I just had a question,” she says in an airy voice, more melodious than Sabine’s.
I use my bag slung over my shoulder to shield my erection from view, even though it’s disappearing quickly after that sudden knock. Tanelle looks every bit the hot college chick, and unfortunately, my cock has a mind of its own. It stiffens even more when she says, “I hope it’s okay that I close the door…”
I’m about to protest when I understand her meaning—if it was closed for Sabine, it should be okay being closed for her as well.
“What can I help you with?” I ask, glancing at my watch, as though I really have to go.
“First off, I just want to say I’m really loving your class.” Her thin fingers trace the outline of the leather chair then come up to caress the edge of her jacket touching her cleavage. I do my best not to stare at her massive endowments.
“Thanks. That’s very nice of you to say. I do have to go, though...”
Her eyes are strikingly green, her hair and body something out of that old TV show, Baywatch, about the California life guards. She floats closer to me. “Second, I just wanted to let you know, in case you’re ever…I don’t know…lonely and need someone to keep you company, that I’m available. I have a car, so I can drive to you, wherever that may be…”
I inhale through the nose, deep exhale slowly.
It’s not that I’m not used to women offering themselves to me, it’s that Life is definitely testing me this week, particularly with the students in my class. Maybe Dean Albert was right and he should’ve offered the class to anyone else, old Mrs. Griswald, actually.
“Wow, that is very kind of you, and you’re a beautiful girl—”
“Sabine’s a girl, Dr. MacKenzie,” she says, sidling up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m a woman. Trust me, there’s a difference.” Her laugh is snickery and throaty.
It always amazes me how some women can be so direct. They don’t beat around the bush. Sometimes, it’s hot, but sometimes, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe it’s the alpha in me, but I want to be the one to pursue a woman, to tell her when I want her, where I want her. My hard cock falls flat, as I think of Sabine and how everything about her works for me.
“Definitely. No doubt about that.” I soak in the view of her breasts without caring that she’s noticing, but that’s enough ogling. She has to go now. “I do have a meeting to run to. Also, I can’t associate with students, but thank you…for your offer, Miss Evans.”
She pauses mid-touch, retracting her hand slowly. She shrugs, pops her tongue into her cheek. “Hmm, I guess I’m too late to be teacher’s pet. And here I thought coming to your office last week would’ve seemed too desperate.” With a smug shoulder shrug, she collects her bag and heads for the door. “See you in class, Dr. MacKenzie.”
Class goes well, but the minute it’s over, I don’t stick around for the queue to form. I book it out of the auditorium without looking back, not even at Sabine. I don’t want to risk it now that Tanelle has suggested she’s my pet. Try teaching Human Sexuality to a room full of horny undergrads salivating over your every move, as the young woman you’re obsessed with watches you with stars in her eyes, and the one you turned down shoots mental daggers at you through gritted teeth.
I can’t get out of there soon enough. Thank God Sabine doesn’t come after me. If we’re going to keep seeing each other, we may have to do it away from campus. However, doing so will make our relationship more real
and official. Am I ready for that?
It’s been two years since Mariana who really screwed me over. It was the one and only time I invested so much in a woman, only to have her decide it was time to go. I did everything for her, I tried to be who she wanted, I even bought the house she loved. If I bring Sabine to the house again, she’ll be the first woman out of dozens since Mariana who come back for a second round.
The thought makes me pause outside my office.
So do the little sticky note hearts stuck all over my door. We love you, Dr. MacKenzie! Hot prof! I like your beard… I remove them, one by one.
After my second class, I enter the meeting room and take a seat, forgetting about the raging storm of estrogen going around campus for a moment. What else will Spring bring? I let out a long sigh, realizing I’ve been holding it in the entire morning. For an hour, I get to be professional again, listen to Dean Albert talk, and engage in adult conversations with other professors. I needed this—to be reminded of who I am, how old I am.
Guilt that I’ve begun a relationship with Sabine gnaws at me, even though I can’t stop myself from seeing her again. I’m out of control and I know it.
Dean Albert clears his throat and shifts to the next slide of his talking points. “And this brings me to nominations for Professor of the Year.” My stomach crunches. Had no idea this topic was on the agenda for today.
Mrs. Rodriguez, an older sexy calculus teacher, smiles at me from across the room.
I smile politely and glance away.
“As you know, peers make the nominations, and each school votes for their own next month. Winners from each university department are then reviewed by the board, which selects the Professor of the Year. I don’t have confirmation, but I hear that we may have an eligible candidate here at the School of Human Sciences…”
Several pairs of eyes turn toward me, following by knowing smiles, and I can’t explain what I’m thinking just then. On one hand, I deserve it. I want to hold my chin up proudly. I’ve worked hard at Crofton Cliffs the last five years, I make class time fun, and I care about the students. But on the other, I’ve broken rules. I’ve done things my peers wouldn’t take kindly to, but that shouldn’t diminish the fact that I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am.
After the meeting, everyone lingers and a few make their slow approach across the room to find me. I shake a few hands and speak to other faculty, but for once, I want out of there. The rain has given way to a warm spring day, and I’m stuck inside. Once the meeting is over, I’m happy to leave and take in the fresh air.
A curious thought strikes me—I need Sabine.
Why? I never needed her before.
Going against my better judgment, I text her—Are you doing anything? Want to come home with me? It’s safer than risking the public sex thing, but I’d be inviting her to my house for the second time. This breaks my unspoken rule about casual relationships.
She doesn’t reply, so I start heading to the parking lot. I shouldn’t be doing this anyway. I can understand if she wants to stay away from me, especially after Tanelle knocked in the middle of things this morning. She’s probably thinking I’m more trouble than I’m worth. But as I’m walking down the shady tree-lined path toward the parking lot, she replies—Yes please. This day has nothing but sucked.
Meet me at the south parking lot.
I wait near the first row of cars, away from campus green where we’d be out in the open. She appears, walking casually under the tunnel of dogwoods dripping with pink flowers, a smile blossoming when she sees me. Opening up my phone camera, I snap a picture of her framed by the trees.
“Look. Sabine LaFleur underneath les fleurs.” I show her the springtime shot on my screen. If I wasn’t teaching, I’d be photographing the world for National Geographic. Love framing a shot just right.
Her hand rests on mine. “Wow, that actually came out really nice. Send me that, please.”
Casually, I pull my hand away, as if I need it to work my phone. If we were anywhere else, I wouldn’t mind the gesture, but today I’m more paranoid than usual that someone will see us. She notices my standoffishness, her lips pressing into a disappointed line.
On the half hour drive here, we talk. Random things, like how she’s starting the Elementary Education program in the fall, how my class is the last elective before completing her pre-program coursework. She wants to be a teacher and raise a family eventually.
“Why a teacher?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I just like helping people, and kids are fun. Plus, the summers off are appealing.” She shrugs and looks out the window. The usual reasons people list for wanting to teach, but I’m not sure she understands the cons.
“Yeah, but you work your ass off for little compensation. Kids are fun, but a lot of them come from shitty situations, so you’ll end up being their counselor, nurse, and coach, too,” I tell her. “A lot of my friends are teachers. You have to really love it. Not saying you won’t make a fabulous teacher. Just saying it’s a lot of thankless work.”
“I know. I’ve thought about all that, too. But I’ve already applied, so I’m kind of stuck.”
I don’t point out that she’s not stuck. She can change her major at any time. She’ll just lose time due to new prerequisites. She’s nervous enough as is, and I want this to be a pleasant ride to my house.
I tell her about the award I might be up for and how I want—need—to get into the Harvard Career Counseling Program. I don’t have anything against marriage but haven’t found the right person yet. It’s hard when you’re not sure what women want from you.
At one point, we fall into a comfortable quiet mode. I don’t feel the need to talk the entire time, and I don’t feel like we have nothing to talk about either. We’re just…chill. I let my pinky reach across the automatic transmission to rest on her hand. Startled, she looks down and smiles. Her finger links with mine, pinky to pinky.
Once we arrive, I open the front door and toss my things onto the couch, remembering the night she sat there, legs splayed so fucking sexily. She trails in behind me, putting down her book bag and taking a moment to examine the photos hung up on my wall. “You took these?”
They’re black and white photos of Paris, Hamburg, and Barcelona, all places I visited with Mariana. “Yep. I love taking photos. It’s relaxing, like therapy to me.”
“They’re beautiful. What else is like therapy for you?” She gives me a sultry side-eye. I whip Sabine into my arms and inhale the fresh scent of her hair. Intoxicating.
“Come to my room, and I’ll show you.” I don’t want to rough her up or push her against any walls or desk today. I don’t want to demean her, even if we’re only role-playing and she’s into it. I only want to hold her, stroke back her hair, kiss her deep and long. I want to peel off her clothes until there’s nothing between us but hot skin prickling underneath the cool ceiling fan.
That would be therapy for me.
Nothing to stop us, nobody to knock on the door, no Dean Albert to make it clear that he’s watching me closely. This is my time with her, mine alone, and I’m going to stretch it out as long as I want. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull her into my lap and kiss her, feeling my erection tease the underlying crevices of her ass. She feels so good in my hands, it’s like her body was meant for me. The more we kiss, the faster the layers of clothes come off until she’s sitting in my lap in only panties and a bra, but even that, I make quick work of taking it off until it’s her skin against mine.
I pull her tight, naked body toward me and bury my face against her breasts. “This feels really nice, too. No doors to watch. No worries.”
She nods against my head, as she holds me. “I want to build that energy you told me about this morning,” she says. “When you said women like me store energy?”
“Ah, yes. I agree. The least a woman who hasn’t been able to come deserves is a big fat buildup. Then BAM—fireworks.” Squeezing her tits together, I cup them and suck on her nippl
es one at a time, flicking them with my tongue, alternating quickly from one to the other. If I could get them both into my mouth at the same time, I would. I don’t know what it is about Sabine, but I want to consume her completely.
She moans, fingers locked into my hair. Sitting on my lap, Sabine wriggles restlessly, pushing that fine ass onto my solid cock. I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly glide them down. She’s shaved a tighter V this time. It’s sexy as fuck, though she doesn’t need to do it for me. I like her natural, I like her shaved, I honestly don’t care, because she’s beautiful either way.
It’s the first time I’ve seen Sabine completely naked. I have to pull back a bit and take in her entire aura. She’s total perfection.
Widening her legs with my hand, I also take in one of her tits again, sucking on the firm nipple, making her groan out loud while I search out her clit. She loved when I pinched her lips closed last time, so I do it again, pinching and using her own pussy lips to rub her clit in circles. That gets me another moan and more squirming against my cock.
Beautiful.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yes…”
She’s dripping wet, and under normal circumstances, I’d throw her onto her back and take advantage of those juices by fucking her missionary style, best position ever, bringing her to climax. But Sabine has just discovered she likes down and dirty. She doesn’t need ordinary. She needs harder, rougher, filthier.
Before I can lead her to the bedpost where I plan on her holding tight while I ream her from behind, she slides her pussy over me, inch by inch, slowly engulfing my cock into her tightness. All the way down she goes until I’m buried deep inside her. My mind reels so quickly, I nearly slide off the edge of the bed. We fit together perfectly. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her for almost a full minute.
Finally, she rises and plows down again, an excruciatingly delicious fuck. For once, I let her take control, because I see that she likes it, and I’m all for anything that Sabine wants to do, as long as it turns her on. A little faster this time, she bounces down on my cock then rises again. My hand guides her hips down, and I continue to rub her clit with my other hand, listening to her ragged breaths getting faster.
