I walked around throughout my lectures, but the teacher’s desk was still equipped with a chair, and I sat down. The room slowly cleared, and a few students stopped by for a chat, but my mind had already moved away from classes and onto something else.
When the last student walked out, I wondered if I should be disappointed. We hadn't done anything at the university since that first time, but since I’d lost my rational side to my libido, I didn’t find anything wrong in trying again.
Before I could decide to pack my stuff and leave, the door opened. I looked up, and it was Ben. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The room had windows, but they all faced outside, and this was the second floor.
It was safer than the first room we’d tried this in, at least.
“Now, professor,” he said, turning to me with a stern look. “Did you send that message to mess with me, or were you actually serious?”
I giggled, pushing myself off the chair as I walked around the desk. “Why don’t you come over here and find out, hmm?”
His eyes sparked with heat as he stalked the short distance over to me.
“Fuck, Angela,” he muttered, grabbing me by the hips and crowding me against the desk. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I was in the middle of class, too, you know? I got hard just thinking about you without panties on.”
He took my lips in a hard kiss, leaving me breathless in moments before he pulled back and nipped at my lower lip.
“Why can't you do something like this when I’m in the room with you, hmm? That way, I don’t have to wait until my erection goes down before I try moving.”
My eyes lowered to where he was grinding his crotch against my hips, and I smirked.
“You don’t seem like you went down at all.”
I squirmed to get some space between us and palmed him over his jeans. His hands circled around my hips to grab my ass cheeks, and I gasped as he crushed our hips together until there was no room for my hand to slide in.
Then, Ben moved back a couple of steps, taking me with him. One of his hands released me, then I felt it. A hard smack with his wide palm on my ass cheek. Even through my skirt, I felt it, and it made me yelp. It wasn’t quiet, either.
Ben mused. “It’s a good thing the hall outside is mostly empty.”
I squirmed, feeling my cheeks start to burn, both my ass and my face.
“Are you actually going to do this here? I never got to spank you, either, so let me off this time, okay?”
I’d been thinking about sucking him off; I didn’t think he would actually spank me in the classroom. He lifted his other hand and gave me a second and third smack in quick succession. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds, and I glared up at him, blinking my blurry eyes.
Ben smirked. “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? Besides, if I spank you now, you won't forget it again when it’s my turn.”
My eyes widened when he whirled me around and pressed me against the desk. He pushed lightly between my shoulder blades, so I leaned forward on the desk.
I really have gone crazy now.
I thought it, but I still didn’t tell him to stop when he lifted my skirt up, exposing my ass to the air.
“You really aren’t wearing panties,” he muttered, voice rough, but pleased.
Without fanfare, he gave a few harsh slaps on my ass. I leaned my forehead on the desk, hands tight over my mouth, eyes squeezed tight as tears spilled. When he stopped, and I could breathe, my ass felt like it was on fire.
I removed my hands from my mouth and gasped. When I spoke, my voice was rough.
“I know you locked the door, but this room isn’t exactly sound proof, you know?”
Ben just chuckled. He held me down with his hand on my back, and I heard rustling come from behind. Then, his cock slapped against my ass, and I gasped at the touch on my hot flesh. He thrust his cock inside me and started fucking hard and fast into me without a word. I could only slap my hands back over my mouth to cover the sounds that wanted to come out.
When I orgasmed, I screamed into my hands. He gave a couple hard thrusts that jerked my body painfully against the desk, before burying his face in my neck as he groaned, releasing inside of me.
“Fuck,” I muttered after a few minutes.
Ben, still lying on my back and catching his breath, twitched as he went to get up.
“What is it?”
“I’m going to have come spilling out of me, and I don’t have panties…”
He was silent for a second; then he was laughing as he pulled out of me. I looked at him over my shoulder, and he was grinning at me.
“Roll over. I’ll clean you out with my mouth before I go.”
My ass hurt, and my body was still weak and trembling from orgasm, but I did what he said, my eyes lighting up as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
It was a while before we left that room. Somehow, no one caught us.
Chapter Thirteen
Ben
“Dude, where the hell have you been?”
I smirked at Dan, one of the guys I was on the swim team with. It wasn’t until he’d texted me that I remembered I was still part of the school swim team. I’d been missing a lot of training because I’d been fooling around with Angela. The coach wouldn’t say anything, he was too afraid of the dean, but it wasn’t like I didn’t want to come. I really had forgotten.
Right then, the only reason I made it, was because I knew Angela was busy. My mind was still on that day a few days ago in her classroom, and I couldn’t wait to try it again.
Not today, though, I groaned internally.
“I heard you and Sandra broke up already, so I know it can't be her. Did you get another girl or something?”
I rolled my eyes. “Is she going around telling everybody?”
“You know what she’s like, too many people hanging around her. You haven’t been with her for a while, so she doesn’t need to say anything.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve just been a little busy. Let me go get changed; I’ll meet you in the pool in a bit.”
“Remember to stretch before you get in the water,” he yelled at my back.
I scoffed before waving a dismissive hand over my shoulder at him. Just because I hadn't done this in a while didn’t mean I’d suddenly forgotten all the rules, no matter how distracted I was. For the longest time, swimming was my go-to release when I wanted to clear my head, and I’d been doing it since I was in junior high, I could do it on autopilot.
After quickly getting changed and showered in the locker rooms, I headed back out to the pool. A few more of the people on the swim team, both male, and female had arrived. The building had several pools, so we were using a different pol from the girls, with some chaperones to make sure the rules weren’t broken. The pool was closed to outsiders during practice times, so it wasn’t crowded.
I played around, swam a lot and joked with the guys for a couple of hours. Then, I got up and left.
“Try not to keep missing training,” Coach said.
I would do my best, though I wasn’t going to try that hard. Swimming was something I did for fun, so I only joined the sports team as an excuse to do as much of it as possible. Besides, this was my senior year, so I had to focus more on my studies than competitions, anyway. A lot of seniors quit after the first semester to make time for other stuff, including internships, but I didn’t plan on doing that.
Though I was only twenty-one years old, I’d thought a lot about my future. Because I had money, I had to think a lot about what I was going to do with it, so I pretty much had my own path set. As for college, having some fun would be more than enough for me before I graduated.
I pulled my phone out to call Angela and see if she had any free time. I could always show up at her apartment tonight, I did it all the time, but I wanted to see her soon. Swimming could do a lot to calm me, but instead of leaving me exhausted, my body was buzzing with excitement, and I knew ex
actly how I wanted to spend that energy.
We haven’t tried anything in her office, yet…
It would be a little risky, but I’d been thinking a lot about this. She was my professor, and it was hard to ignore all the kinky possibilities of our relationship. Angela might hesitate a little, but after her initial protest, she had fallen into our little affair as deeply as I had, so I was sure I could talk her into it.
My phone rang before I could call her. It was Mom, so I couldn’t ignore the call.
“Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
“Ben? I’m in your school!”
I stopped in the middle of the walkway in surprise. “What did you say?”
She gave an amused chuckle. “I’m in your school, honey! I wanted to come to see you, is that so wrong? Oh, and I want you to introduce you to someone. Are you busy right now?”
Hearing my forty-something-year-old mother chuckling like that would never stop being strange, but it was easy enough to figure out who she wanted me to meet. It had to be that guy she’d gone to school with that she’d told me she was seeing. From what she’d said of him, he was nothing like my dad, so I wouldn’t hate him at first sight, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet him, either.
I did my best not to intrude on Mom’s life. It wasn’t that she had bad taste in men, but I didn’t like a lot of the guys she dated. I didn’t want to make her unhappy, so I tended to ignore them. Not that there had been many since the divorce but dealing with Dad had been enough. I never planned to be close to any of them, mainly because I didn’t want any pseudo dads after realizing what a bad role model my own father had been.
Mom wanted me to meet this guy for her benefit, though, not mine, and she was clearly happy around him.
“Sure, Mom,” I said with a sigh and started walking again. “I just got out of swimming practice, and I don’t have anything else for the rest of today. Are you in the school or outside? Tell me where to meet you?”
“I’m in the visitor’s parking lot. He’s waiting at a hotel nearby; I wanted to see if you’d be free. It’s a bit late for lunch and way too early for dinner, so I was thinking of coffee and some dessert?”
“Okay. Let me get to the dorm room and get changed; I’ll be right over.”
“Don’t bother getting changed! If you have stuff with you, don’t worry, I’ll be driving you back to campus.”
Since she was insisting, I headed straight for the parking lot. I found her car, a red BMW. She was standing outside the driver’s door, and when she saw me, she came toward me, beaming, arms held out for a hug.
“Hey, Mom,” I murmured, taking the hug. “Sorry for not coming to see you earlier.”
She pulled away and smacked me on the shoulder. “Good of you to remember to apologize. Now, come on. My man is waiting.”
My mom was short, even shorter than Angela, and she was wearing heels. I was surprised to see her in a pink dress and a matching coat draped over her shoulders, with silver shoes on and bright accessories. It raised my impression of whoever this guy was before we even met.
We arrived at a café not too far from the school. The new man was on his way from the hotel, so Mom and I chatted lightly about school and the swim team as we waited for our order. He walked into the store five minutes later, and because Mom kept looking toward the door whenever she heard the bell above the door ring, she saw him immediately. She stood up, smiling warmly at him, and I followed, turning toward him. He was about my height, with dark hair greying around the temples. He looked older than Mom, but the smile he aimed at her was equally fond as she reached her hand out to him and he took it in his.
“Ben, this is Winston Kane, the man I was telling you about.”
My eyebrows shot up. It was a little strange for me, but only because Kane was Angela’s surname.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kane,” I said.
“Please, call me Winston. It’s nice to meet you as well, I’ve heard a lot about you from your mother.”
We shook hands, then all three of us sat back down. Not long after, our order arrived, including Winston’s, since Mom ordered for him.
“So, you two are dating now, that’s great. For how long?”
“Oh, honey, we’re not just dating,” Mom said, sharing a secret smile with Winston.
I glanced between the two of them. “What do you mean?”
“We’re getting married!”
She turned that beaming smile back on me, and even though I was shocked, I quickly hid it.
“That’s even better,” I said, getting up and leaning across to give her a kiss on the cheek. “When is the wedding?”
I was okay with whatever left Mom happy, and this was clearly it for her. So, as she told me the date and went on to gush about the wedding and how I absolutely had to be there, I wasn’t concentrating. I was too busy thinking about what I planned to do to Angela tonight, instead.
Chapter Fourteen
Angela
I was still really worried about my neighbors since I was a professor and Ben was a student. He showed up at night and left early in the morning, but that wasn’t enough for me. So, I booked a hotel room for us. It was Friday, so we had the whole weekend, and I texted him the info.
As soon as I was done with my classes, I headed over there. I stopped by the home to shower and get dressed up. This was, technically, the first date like the thing we’d done. I was almost sure we’d just spend the whole weekend in the hotel room fucking, but I was still going out to some swanky hotel with a hot guy, even if he was more than a decade younger.
I’d been going along with this and having fun because I wasn’t thinking too deeply about any of it, and I wasn’t going to start just yet. This was the happiest I’ve been since the divorce, then moving, and I didn't want to give it up to rational thinking just yet. Before then, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Ben.
Half an hour after I arrived, there was a knock on the door. I’d been pacing around the room, fidgeting with my hair and my dress. It was a slim, red dress that fell to my knees and with a wide neck that draped around my shoulders, showing off my collarbones and some cleavage. I’d bought the dress maybe three years ago to go to a friend’s wedding and never worn it again.
I went to the door and was surprised when I opened it to find red roses in my face.
“Oh!”
Ben lowered the roses so I could see his face, and he was grinning at me.
“Hey. I was actually outside when you texted me, and I bought these on the way.” His eyes ran over my body, eyebrows jumping up. “You look extra beautiful today, Angela. Did you dress up just for me?”
I felt my cheeks warm as I pursed my lips. I had, but there was no way I was going to say that. He didn’t seem like he needed me to say the words, though, as he walked into the room and closed. He looked for a surface to set the roses down on, then took me into his arms. I went willingly, wrapping my arms around his neck with a sigh when he kissed me softly.
Then he pulled away and said something that surprised me.
“My mom is getting remarried.”
“Really?” I hid the surprise away quickly. This was the first time he’d told me something personal, and I’d already told him plenty. “Do you not like the guy?”
He smiled. “No, I’m happy for her. My dad was rich, but the bastard was a total narcissist, and it’s really obvious this new man makes her happy. She wasn’t dressed in black, something she only did when she was married to Dad, but because she was so used to it and had mostly dark colors in her wardrobe, she doesn’t dress in bright colors often. She was in pink today.”
I frowned. “Why would she only wear black?”
Somehow, I doubted his dad was into goth fashion.
He sighed. “He used to say Mom was fat, and black made her look slimmer. She still used to dress in bright colors when I was a kid; then it slowly turned to all black. I’d be happy if she threw all of the black out, even if all she did was switch to grey. It
was just nice to see.”
“What a horrible man,” I muttered.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to his chest.
“That is something we both agree on,” he murmured. “When he was out of the picture, I think we were both better off, but Mom couldn’t be happy for a long while.”
We held each other for a long moment, and I wondered if I should have said anything. I didn’t know a lot about comforting other people, and I wasn’t sure he even needed it, so we stayed standing in silence.
After a while, Ben pulled away.
“Enough about them,” he said sternly, but he looked more like he was telling himself that than me. “Tonight is about you and me. What about play time? I’ve been looking forward to it.”
He grinned, going back to his usual self.
“Well, I did kind of enjoy the spanking,” I admitted slowly.
I partly said it to distract him, but it wasn’t a lie. I didn’t think I ever would be into something like that, but it had been kind of hot. I also loved how my ass burned for a long while after that and I would remember what he did to me every time I sat down or walked and my skirt rubbed against my bare cheeks and felt the sting.
Ben grinned. “I liked it, too, so how about I do it again? We’ve got total privacy here. You won't say no this time, right?”
I didn’t answer, but my body already trembled in anticipation. Fuck, I didn’t know how he did it, but my body reacted to his words and actions so readily, like we’d been together for the longest time, even though it had only been a couple of weeks.
Still holding onto me, Ben turned us around and slowly walked me backwards, until I hit the arm of the sofa. He pecked my lips, before he turned me around. I was trembling as I bent over the sofa, in a mix of fear and anticipation.
When I was younger, I hated pain. Neither of my parents ever hit me, Mom was too sweet, and Dad wasn’t that attentive, but there was this aunt that would look after me when I was a kid that would spank me sometimes when I annoyed her. She was Dad’s older sister, and she passed away before I finished high school.
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