I walked down the street, in the opposite direction from Oakbrook and my apartment, until I was meandering along the nicer houses, the ones where all of the professors lived. Every five minutes or so, I’d stop and check my phone, hoping for another email from my professor.
But there was nothing, and I kept walking. I walked past the picturesque park in the middle of the city, the park with a large carillon bell tower and bronze sculptures of the city’s founding fathers.
The cold was starting to get to me, and I realized that I’d practically walked across the entire city. As I looked down at my phone, wondering how much it would cost to Uber back to my apartment, I looked up and saw a familiar car in the driveway right in front of me.
A familiar car, with familiar bumper stickers.
“Oh my god,” I breathed.
It’s a sign, I thought, even though in the past I’d been far too pragmatic to take things like this as signs. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the yard, approached the walkway, and knocked on the front door.
He answered almost immediately. When he saw me, shock registered on his face, and he put his hands on me and pulled me quickly inside. I reached out to hug him but he stepped back, breathing hard – I realized that he hadn’t wanted to touch me, only to get me off the porch so no one else would see.
“What are you doing here?” Professor Marks asked.
“I ... I don’t know,” I said, swallowing. My heart was beating like a drum and there were mere inches between us. He was wearing a pair of dark plaid pajama pants and a soft-looking black sweater and I could see the tuft of hair on his chest.
It was all driving me wild with desire, and I licked my lips.
“You don’t know?” Professor Marks asked in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. He stepped closer and I gasped again as he put his hands on my waist, pulled me close, and kissed me.
Instantly, I knew that this was happening – that this was finally, really, truly happening. I kissed him back eagerly, moaning softly into his mouth and wrapping my arms around his neck. He was so tall that I had to stretch up and stand on tiptoe, whimpering with pleasure as his hands pawed at me through my coat. He yanked it off and tossed it to the ground, then pulled me backward into his house without breaking the kiss. We moved closer and closer to the couch and fell backwards in a delicious tangle of limbs. My heart thudded in my chest and my skin felt hot and excited, just like it had that night in his car. Professor Marks broke the kiss and nudged my head up, kissing and biting at my neck with such passion that I cried out with desire.
Hot liquid pleasure flowed through my veins and arteries, filling my entire body with golden arousal. I felt like I was in a dream as I slid my hands under his black sweater and pawed at his skin, touching and caressing him. Professor Marks groaned with lust. He closed his eyes and arched his back, then put his hands on my waist and flipped me around so that he was on top of me. With one hand, he pushed my shirt up and unhooked my bra, pulling it away from my bare breasts. My nipples were stiff and tingling – both from the cold and the exciting lust flowing through me – and when he put his face to my nipples and bit and sucked, I gasped and moaned. It felt so good, better than anything I ever could have imagined, and I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I could feel that he was rock-hard beneath his pajama bottoms and I flushed hotly – he felt so big!
I couldn’t imagine how deliciously obscene it would feel when he plunged his massive dick inside of me for the first time, how he’d make me scream and moan and writhe with insane delight.
I’d never been with a man before, and I couldn’t have been happier that the man I was finally with was as gorgeous and sexy and smart as Professor Marks.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as his mouth moved lower and lower. I crossed my arms over my body and pulled my shirt over my head as Professor Marks fumbled with my leggings, pulling them down my round legs and tossing them to the side. My pussy was throbbing with anticipation and my panties were so wet that the cold fabric against my lips almost felt painful. Professor Marks dug his fingers into my thighs and spread my legs, dipping his face to my crotch and breathing in the scent of my pussy. I blushed hotly – no one had ever smelled me there before – but Professor Marks groaned and licked his lips.
“Baby, you smell so fucking good,” he growled before tearing my panties down my legs. I spread my thighs for him, wanting him to see me, all of me, and Professor Marks stared hungrily at my exposed clit.
“I want you,” I whimpered as I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. “I want you so fucking much,” I crooned in a breathy whisper. “Please, take me.”
Professor Marks got to his knees and we locked eyes. A shiver of lust ran down my spine as he took off his sweater, revealing a muscled, tight chest with just the right amount of dark brown hair. He didn’t tear his gaze from mine as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled them down. When his magnificently huge, veiny cock popped free, I gasped. He was even bigger than I’d imagined and I moaned softly as he stroked himself with one hand, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure.
When he leaned in and steadied himself with a hand against my hip, I shivered.
“Are you sure you want this, Eden?” Professor Marks growled.
All I could do was nod. I was paralyzed with lust, paralyzed by how badly I wanted him to take my virginity. He plunged his cock deep inside of me and electric pleasure flared in every cell in my body. I felt so full, so tight, so consumed by him that it was almost impossible to breathe. When his body began to rock against mine, ecstasy flowed through my veins and I gasped as Professor Marks put a hand between our bodies and rubbed my clit in time to his thrusts.
I loved the way he was stretching me, taking me, making me his. I closed my eyes and arched up, whimpering and begging for a kiss. Professor Marks fucked me harder, spreading my legs and pounding deep inside of me, thrusting hard and burying his cock to the hilt. When his lips brushed mine, electricity crackled between us and I moaned as his fingers rubbed my clit harder and faster. He knew just how to touch me, just how to make me cry out and scream with delight. Our movements grew more intense and soon I was shuddering and gasping and bucking my body against his, eager to take every inch of his perfect, enormous erection.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Professor Marks growled in my ear. He was panting and grunting, driving into me with greater force than ever before. Sweat dripped from his perfect, muscled body onto mine and I closed my eyes and moaned louder and louder as the sensations flowing through my body got stronger and stronger until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Come for me, baby,” Professor Marks grunted. He nipped at my earlobe and swirled his tongue on my neck, only adding to the heavenly pleasure. His command made me shiver with want and just like that, a powerful orgasm, unlike anything I’d ever felt crested and broke over my head. Each wave was stronger than the last and I suddenly didn’t care about doing anything else again, I just wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck until I felt like this for the rest of my life. White-hot fireworks exploded in front of my eyes and I screamed and moaned his name, rubbing my body against his as my orgasm took ahold of me and refused to let go.
Professor Marks grunted and bucked, thrusting deep into me and screwing his eyes closed. He groaned loudly into my neck and I felt his body pulse and shake with his own orgasm as his cock gushed seed deep inside of my pussy.
“Fuck!” He cried loudly in a deep voice, reaching for my hands and tangling his fingers with mine as he came hard. It was so intense, so wonderful, that tears came to my eyes.
I didn’t want him to pull out – I didn’t ever want our bodies to stop touching. I loved the sensation of his warm, hard skin gliding against mine. I loved his hands running down my body, caressing and holding me. I loved the way that I felt in his arms: safe and protected and sexy and loved.
I’d never felt that way before – beautiful, like the way that adult women were supposed to feel. But Will�
��s kisses, his touches, his insanely huge dick had inspired something new and radical inside of me. It was addictive, almost as addictive as the hot sex had been, and I realized that I never wanted it to end.
Something had changed between us – something else, I should have realized. Every single moment of our relationship up until this point had been a series of changes, like a row of dominos toppling over and knocking each other over. This never would have happened if we hadn’t kissed in his car that night after the brewpub. And that never would have happened without flirtatious glances and emails.
Most of all, his very identity had changed. He wasn’t just Professor Marks anymore.
He was Will. He was my lover, the man who had taken my virginity.
And I was his.
I shivered, suddenly cold. Will coughed slightly as he pulled away from me and reached for a chenille throw that felt both heavy and luxurious. He covered me with it, pulling it up over my naked breasts and then climbing off me and reaching for his clothes.
We didn’t talk as Will got dressed. I lay there, under that beautiful blanket, and tried to imagine him at somewhere like Pottery Barn or West Elm – somewhere far too expensive for me to shop – paying like, seventy-five dollars for a blanket ... and not even a blanket that would go on his bed, but a blanket that was merely meant to be ornamental on the couch.
I blushed.
“What?” Will asked.
“Nothing,” I said, still flushing hotly. “It’s just, I bet you were never thinking of this happening when you bought this,” I added, holding the tasseled edge of the chenille blanket and waving it in the air.
Will raised an eyebrow. “That’s true,” he admitted. “I was never thinking of this happening.”
I swallowed. My heart began to thud faster again and I realized that this was my chance, my moment to say something.
“That’s bullshit,” I said softly. “You’ve been thinking about this happening for weeks. I can tell.”
Will didn’t answer me. He handed me my clothes and I felt the air noticeably cool between us. As I fumbled with the pile of soft clothing, Will’s eyes were glued to my curvy frame beneath the blanket.
Now I knew exactly what I had been doing when I’d left Petra behind in Golden Wok.
I’d set out with a clear purpose in my mind – finding Will and submitting to him, letting him take me the way that we had both desperately wanted. And now that I was still lying on his couch, naked and cooling down from the intense sex, I knew that I’d gotten what I had wanted.
Maybe it had been a naïve assumption, but I’d guessed before that finally going all the way with Will would make me want him less. It was like spending a whole class with a desperate, hot itch on the bottom of my foot when I was wearing a boot or a sneaker. As soon as class was over, I could hop into the bathroom and yank my shoe off, digging my nails into the soft flesh of my sole and scratch to my heart’s content.
That had always cured the itch.
Having sex with Will clearly wasn’t like having a terrible itch on the bottom of my foot, though.
Having sex with Will had done nothing but make me want him again.
Will was fully dressed now and I felt a keen imbalance of power between us: I was still nude, under the blanket, and my sweaty skin was sticking to the leather couch. I sat up and reluctantly pulled me clothes on, then got to my feet.
“So, uh, you want to grab a drink somewhere?” I asked, feeling lamer than lame.
Will pressed his lips together.
“Eden,” he said, sitting down on the couch but not close enough to touch me.
“I know,” I said quickly. I held up a hand in the air. “I know, I know – we can’t tell anyone, or go anywhere together, or be seen.”
Will nodded. He looked almost relieved, and I hated myself for feeling hurt by that.
“And furthermore, it cannot happen again,” Will said in a low voice.
I bit my lip and nodded. There was nothing left for me to do but leave, which I knew I should be doing, like right now.
I felt frozen to the spot, though. I wanted to take Will by the hand and ask if there was any possibility we could hit ‘pause’ – or better yet, ‘fast forward’ – until I’d graduated.
My stomach was churning as I got to my feet.
“I know it can’t happen again,” I said finally.
Will nodded. His face was a mask – impassive and impossible to read. I forced myself to tear my eyes from his, then walked to the door and let myself out into the cold, dark night where snow had begun to fall.
16
Will – Friday
The night before, I had barely slept. I was tormented as I lay in my bed. Thoughts of Eden had consumed my entire brain. Even with my eyes open, I still saw her flushed and sweaty, naked and innocent, pink and delicious and even better in real life than she had been in my fantasies.
I’d done it. I’d finally fucked up beyond repair. If anyone at Oakbrook found out, my career was ruined. Even though Eden was a legal adult, twenty-one years old (I had confirmed this thanks to a sneak peek at her license that day at the brewpub), in the world of academia I knew it didn’t matter. She could have been twenty-five, for fuck’s sake, and the school would still try to paint her as innocent as the Lolita to my Humbert. I was the lecherous old man, the professor who had taken advantage of her, and I knew it would haunt me for the rest of my days.
Worse still, I still desired her. When I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, thoughts of litigious hell flew out the window and thoughts of Eden on her knees, sucking my cock, invaded my mind like a toxic poison. I wished I could get rid of her – I wished that she didn’t occupy such valuable space in my brain, that should have been dedicated towards coursework for my other seminars or even that blasted conference that Gina had mentioned.
No. It was like plunging my cock inside of Eden and making her come had suddenly warped me. I was no longer an adult with a PhD, capable of changing the academic world. I had been reinvented as coarse teenage boy with acne and hormones flooding his body – someone who could hardly go two seconds without thinking of sex. It was ridiculous and disgusting, especially considering I hadn’t even behaved that way as an actual teenager.
Eden had broken me, and I should have hated her for it. I shouldn’t have ever let her inside of my house – I should have put both hands on those rounded, sloping shoulders of hers pushed her into the cold.
I’d been too shocked, too nice, too kind, though.
And now I had a feeling that I would wind up paying for it for the rest of my life.
I cursed time and ages. If only Eden were a grad student, this kind of thing would be far more acceptable. It still wouldn’t be smiled on by the faculty and staff of Oakbrook, no, but it wasn’t something that could tank my career and possible even send me to prison or have me register as a sex offender. If only she were just a few short years older and no longer an undergrad, I could have dealt with this.
But as it stood, I couldn’t handle. Eden was young and innocent – I couldn’t be positive, but I had surely felt a twinge of resistance when my cock had driven inside of her. Had she been a virgin?
She hadn’t acted like a virgin – she’d been closer to a porn star, blushing and moaning and writhing around like my dick was the best thing she’d ever had. I’d never (knowingly) deflowered a woman before, but my impression of virgins was just that: fumbling and inexperienced and awkward.
Maybe my expectations were out of date, or something. Eden was so much younger (young enough to be my daughter, I thought while wincing) than I was. She was of a different generation entirely. Maybe she’d grown up on porn from a young age.
That didn’t seem very Eden-like, though. She did have her naïve moments, and although she was very smart I hesitated to put her maturity and her intelligence on the same level. I knew from personal experience that those two things didn’t always align.
Jesus, I had to stop thinking about her. I had to get over
her – I’d fucked her, I’d taken her, and now I had to let her go and live her life. I was positive that if I gave Eden the chance to really be with me, to date me and have me as her lover possibly even more, she’d tired of me within a week. She didn’t know me, that much was clear. She was worshipping me as a false idol, as a professor who knew everything while she was nothing more than a student. If she got to know the real me – truly got to know me – I knew that she’d be bored. I was old and tired. I didn’t like going out to parties or things after it got dark. I liked eating by myself in expensive restaurants and taking an hour to finish a single glass of wine, not pound as much tequila as humanly possibly within ten minutes.
There were simply too many differences between us to make it work.
And I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, considering how taboo it all is, I told myself firmly. This is over, and that is non-negotiable.
Friday morning, I taught my usual seminar and then had a long lunch at my desk with the door firmly closed. It had snowed again overnight – I was starting to wonder if spring would ever arrive – but Friday morning had dawned cold and clear. Now, it was sunny and bright, with warm rays streaming in through my office window and making me wish that I hadn’t chosen such a heavy ragg wool sweater.
That afternoon, there was a department faculty meeting in the upstairs conference room of the Liberal Arts building. I had been hoping that it would be short, but when I got the agenda in my email several hours beforehand, I groaned. There were several topics listed and I knew it would take at least two hours to go over everything. So much for my Friday afternoon freedom, I thought.
It shouldn’t have mattered – it wasn’t like I had something to do, or anything like that. I realized that I’d been looking forward to getting off campus because now, Oakbrook was a location I had begun to associate with Eden Cooper.
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