Extra Credit: A College Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  On Thursday I decided to go to a bar. It was one of the ones I used to frequent back when I picked up guys for random one-night stands. I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and waited for them to come to me.

  It didn’t take long before I was being hit-on. I politely refused two men, then accepted the next guy’s offer of a drink. He was a contender: a muscular jock with blond hair and a beautiful, leering face. He kind of looked like Zack if I squinted. I began to fantasize about all the things the two of us could do tonight.

  Then he opened his mouth and ruined it.

  “I get invited to all the parties,” he bragged. “I’m kind of a big deal.”

  “Are you, now?”

  “Yeah, babe. I walk into a party and I have people handing me drinks. I’m the shit. You should see all the girls who throw themselves at me. I could have any of them if I wanted. But they’re too immature for me.”

  “Too immature for you,” I repeated. “Sure.”

  He was too dimwitted to detect my sarcasm. I left my drink half-finished and said, “I just remembered I left my stove on.”

  “I’ll come with you, in case you need any help.” He grinned like he had it in the bag.

  “I think I can handle it myself.”

  His smile slipped. “Can I, like, get your number then?”

  “Nope.”

  I drove back to the Hillside Apartments and grabbed a spot at the front of the parking lot just as someone else was leaving. I turned off the lights and began to open the door—

  A hundred feet ahead of me, standing in front of the door to the apartment lobby, was Zack. He was chatting with a girl. Both of them held styrofoam containers from Benito’s, a nice Italian restaurant down the street.

  It’s the end of a date, I realized.

  I bristled with jealousy. She looked like a bimbo—short skirt and a push-up bra that made her look like a freaking Barbie. And not in a good way. I opened my car door, intending to march up and give her a piece of my mind…

  Then I stopped myself.

  Huh. That was surprising. I had never felt jealous about a guy before. The feeling was strange.

  I stayed in my car and watched them talk. They were standing a few feet apart. The girl was giving him all the signals: playing with her hair, leaning close to Zack. He was more standoffish and kept his distance. His body language said that he wasn’t interested.

  Finally he leaned in and kissed her. Another pang of jealousy exploded in my chest, then diminished when I saw that it was just a kiss on the cheek. He gave her a little wave and then walked into the apartment building.

  I quickly got out of the car. I passed the girl on the way to the front door. She was on her cell phone and looked pissed.

  “…don’t know what I did. He wouldn’t even invite me up. No! Just a peck on the cheek!”

  I grinned to myself as I went inside. The elevator door was closing, so I ran forward and jammed my hand inside to stop it. Zack blinked when he saw me.

  “Jessica?” He coughed. “I mean, Professor Morris.”

  “Oh. Hey Zack.”

  I stepped inside the elevator car and pressed the button to my floor. The doors closed.

  “Benito’s is great,” I said. “Did you get take-out?”

  I saw the hesitation on his face. Just a split second, but long enough. “Actually, these are leftovers. I got dinner with a friend.”

  “Just a friend?”

  He gazed sideways at me. “Why do I get the impression you know the answer?”

  I stared straight ahead. “I may have seen you and a girl saying goodnight to each other outside.”

  I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “Spying on me, huh?”

  “It was perfectly innocent timing.” I glanced over. “Just a kiss on the cheek?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why not more?”

  “Who says there has to be more?” he replied. “A kiss on the cheek is a perfectly acceptable response to a first date.”

  I stared at him until he answered.

  “I wasn’t feeling it with her,” he said. “She was… I don’t know. Fake?”

  “She did look like she had more plastic than a box of Legos.”

  Zack laughed, a genuine and carefree sound. “Honestly, it was more about her personality. While we had dinner all I could think about was how she’s not…”

  He trailed off and the elevator door opened on my floor.

  “Not what?”

  I asked.

  This time he really looked at me. The same way he had looked at me that night two weeks ago.

  “She’s not you.”

  13

  Jessica

  We were full-blown making out as we shoved our way into my apartment, slamming the door closed behind us with a bang. Zack tossed his leftovers on the kitchen counter in passing. This time we made it to my bedroom before ripping our clothes off.

  After thinking about Zack all week, it felt amazing to surrender to temptation. That was all I could think about: the way his lips felt against mine, and how his hands moved up and down my body, and the way my pussy ached for him.

  Compared to this wonderful feeling, who cared about a stupid job?

  I pushed Zack onto the bed and straddled him while kissing him. His body was like a chiseled slab of marble underneath me, hard to the touch in all the right ways. I slid sideways off him and grabbed hold of his cock. I was desperate to please him, to feel him inside me, and I began blowing him like there was no tomorrow.

  Zack moaned, a delicious sound that filled my ears like the ringing of a bell. Then he grabbed my leg and pulled, spinning me around until I was sitting on his face. I cried out with pleasure as his tongue jammed up into my pussy. He buried it as deep as it would go before sliding it up and down, licking my inner walls with every inch of his tongue.

  We lost ourselves in the mutual pleasure as we sixty-nined on the bed. Zack’s thighs were smooth and warm underneath my hands, and I ran my fingernails over his skin while sucking his cock. That made him moan up into my pussy, a scintillating vibration that made my toes curl.

  Zack grabbed my body in his firm fingers and rolled me over, but he wasn’t rolling me off of him. He turned with me until we were sixty-nining on our sides, and then we kept rolling until I was flat on my back and he was on top of me. For a moment Zack’s thick cock hung above me like an erotic chandelier, and then he guided it down into my waiting lips. I moaned as he began thrusting into my mouth while burying his face in between my legs, eating me out with renewed gusto.

  The view from here was beautiful: Zack’s chiseled thighs and ass contracted with every thrust as he fucked my mouth. I reached up and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into me. His tongue was doing wonderful things to my pussy, swirling and sucking and licking my lady-bits in all the right ways. Between that and the sensation of his entire body smothering me like a blanket of muscle, soon I was quivering and clenching my eyes shut and coming underneath him.

  He wasn’t far behind me. Zack moaned and sat up, straddling my face with his legs. He cradled my head in his hands while fucking my mouth, harder and harder, finally letting out a roar as his cock exploded inside me. He pushed it as deep as I could handle without choking while gushing his come down my throat, the shaft of his cock pulsing around my lips while his shaved balls pressed against my face, smothering me in his manliness in a way that thrilled me more than the orgasm I had just had.

  When he finally removed his cock from my mouth I sat up, swallowed his load in one gulp, and then pressed my lips to his. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, grinding my wet pussy up and down his spent shaft.

  “Last time you told me you only needed a few minutes to go for round two,” I said lustily. “Let’s put that to the test.”

  “It hasn’t been a few minutes yet,” he pointed out. “But I’ll see what I can do.”

  I guided his cock up into my pussy and then lowered myself onto it. He was thick, so wonderfully
thick inside me, filling me completely. I rode him into the bed while kissing him, then leaned back so I could admire his sexy face and body. He bit his lip and he gazed up at me with those impossibly-blue eyes, full of pleasure and bliss.

  I’m fucking my student.

  It was wrong. It was against the rules. We shouldn’t be doing it. If I was caught I would lose my job.

  The thoughts didn’t dissuade me. If anything, they made the act hotter.

  Zack remained hard inside me while I rode him. He pawed both of my breasts in his hands, then took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked gently. I held his head to my chest, feeling his silky blond hair between my fingers.

  “You know what would make this even more fun?” he said. “Those toys you mentioned.”

  I sighed while riding his cock. “I don’t need them to enjoy this.” I punctuated it by pushing even deeper on him.

  “Not talking about need,” he replied. “Talking about want. I want to see how freaky you can get. Besides, you said we could try them next time. This is next time.”

  His insistence tickled my naughty buttons in just the right way. I gave him a long kiss, then slowly climbed off of him and went to my dresser. The top drawer held a variety of toys: a lipstick-sized vibrator, a larger vibrator, a few dildos and buttplugs.

  “I just wanted to watch you walk naked across the room,” he said. “You can come back now.”

  I grabbed the large vibrator and held it up. “Does this intimidate you?”

  He put a hand behind his head as a pillow, flexing his arm. “Not even a little bit.”

  I returned to bed and climbed on top of him. Before I could do anything, he rolled me over until he was on top and snatched the vibrator from me.

  “Let’s see what this bad boy can do.”

  At the touch of a button it hummed to life in his hand. He spread my legs and then guided his cock back into my pussy. I was on my back but it wasn’t quite missionary—he was on his knees between my legs, sitting upright with his cock inside me. He gently rocked back and forth, sliding his thick cock in and out while he pressed buttons on the vibrator. The tone of the machine’s hum changed as he cycled through the settings.

  “Maybe I should…” I said, reaching for it.

  He held it out of reach. “Nuh uh. I get to control this.” He stopped on one of the pulsing settings. “Here we go. I bet you’ll like this.”

  My entire body tensed, then relaxed, as he pressed the huge vibrator head against my clit. The pulsing setting vibrated on-and-off every second, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I normally didn’t like this setting but with Zack controlling the toy? It was different. It was a tease, right on the edge of what I really wanted.

  It drove me wild.

  Zack held the pulsing vibrator against my clit while fucking me gently. I moaned loudly as my pleasure intensified, but never quite built enough momentum for a real orgasm. Zack grinned at the power he wielded over me, which turned me on in its own way. I was used to being in control, taking what I wanted from a sexual situation. For him to suddenly have me in the palm of his hand…

  On and on it went, steady and consistent. His cock stiffened inside me and he began fucking me faster. I drank in the sight of him, a sexy wall of muscle rocking back and forth while controlling my pleasure with the vibrator.

  “Harder,” I begged.

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “Harder,” I repeated. “Fuck me harder.”

  Zack clicked his tongue. “I’m not ready to fuck you harder. I’m enjoying it just like this.”

  I let out a groan that was half pleasure, half frustration. “I need it. I need you.”

  Zack’s cock continued filling me slowly. “Say it again.”

  “Mmm, I need you so badly.”

  “What do you need?”

  “Your cock,” I begged. “I need your cock fucking me.”

  Zack’s chest rumbled with laughter, adding an additional vibration to the toy pressed against my clit. Suddenly he pressed a button and the vibration changed from a pulse to a consistent speed. After being teased for so long it was like being dipped into a pool of pure pleasure. I screamed with ecstasy as he buried his cock deeper inside of me, never allowing the vibrator to leave my clit.

  “Harder!” I cried out. “Fuck me, fuck me Zack, fuck meeee!”

  He leaned forward and planted a chiseled arm next to my head, then began doing push-ups on my pussy. Pulling his cock back and then slamming it into me as hard as he could. Between the new, deeper angle of his manhood and the whirring vibrator pressed against my clit, I came almost instantly. But it wasn’t a normal orgasm that arrived and then left just as quickly. After being teased for so long, this orgasm arrived and stayed. Wave after wave of intense ecstasy slammed into my body the way Zack’s cock slammed into my pussy, an endless stream of pleasure that was soon joined by his own cries, and he crushed his lips against mine so we could muffle each other’s sounds while he filled my pussy with his seed.

  14

  Jessica

  Neither of us could move after that. He fell to the side and let the vibrator roll onto the floor. I crawled over until I was cuddling against his warm, sweaty body. I didn’t care because I was sweating too.

  “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

  “For making me come harder than I’ve ever came in my life?” I asked.

  He didn’t laugh at the joke. “I’m sorry for breaking our agreement. I couldn’t stop myself. Jessica, that night is all I can think about. I can barely focus on anything else.”

  “You seem focused on my Roman History lectures,” I said.

  “Well, yeah. Because you’re teaching them.” He shook his head. “This was fun, but I’ve fucked everything up for you.”

  I let a few moments of silence pass between us while I considered how to respond.

  “Did you know my biggest crush growing up was named Zack?”

  He looked down at me. “Is that so?”

  “Yep. Zack Morris.”

  “Am… Am I supposed to know who that is?”

  I pushed up onto one elbow so I could see his face. “Are you kidding me right now? You don’t know who Zack Morris is?”

  “Uhh…”

  I let out a groan and rested on his chest again. “Now I really feel old. Zack Morris was the main character in Saved By The Bell.”

  “Didn’t that show air in the eighties?”

  “Nineties,” I corrected. “I watched the reruns after school. I had the biggest crush on Zack. The actor’s name is Mark-Paul Gosselaar, but I preferred to think of him as Zack Morris. Since we had the same last name I wouldn’t even have to get it changed if we got married.”

  “Jessica?” Zack asked. “Have you moved on to the denial phase of this? Because if you want to pretend like I didn’t fuck everything up, then I’ll gladly tell you about my childhood crush.”

  “The point is that when I met you that night at the bachelorette party? I thought it was a sign. I thought it was fate.”

  “Fate?” he asked. “Really?”

  “I was a last-minute invite to the bachelorette party,” I explained. “I didn’t even want to go but I was guilted into it. Then you showed up. I felt like I had a connection to you while you were dancing. Like you were faking it for everyone else but not for me.”

  “I was,” he said softly. “I wanted to dance with you all night instead of the other women.”

  “Then I decided to leave the party early,” I went on. “I had no idea you were still waiting for your ride, but there you were. The stripper named Zack who even looked like my childhood crush.”

  “And we had the same UberPool ride,” Zack added.

  “Exactly! The same ride home to the same apartment building.” I sat up and gazed down at his gorgeous face. “The point I’m making is that I believe in fate, and everything about you feels like it. You didn’t barge into my apartment against my will, Zack. You didn’t fuck up anything for me. As soon as
we were in the elevator together I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

  “So I didn’t win you over with my sweet line?” he asked. “About how my date tonight wasn’t you?”

  I brushed my lips against his. “That was a cheesy line. But it certainly helped.”

  He stroked my hair tenderly. “I’ve fucked my professor, and you’ve fucked your student. Where do we go from here?”

  I didn’t want to think about it so I said, “How about we get some Gatorade in you and try for round three?”

  “You’re going to kill me!”

  I grinned. “It would be a happy death, though.”

  “Maybe I should drop your class,” he said. “The deadline to drop is in two days.”

  “What about your credits? You wouldn’t have the minimum to be classified as a full-time student.”

  His hands slid over my back to cup my ass. “Right now I don’t give a shit about any of that. The only thing I care about is how you feel on top of me.”

  “You know I can’t let you do that,” I said softly.

  “Then what do we do?” He squeezed my ass. “Because I can pretend like this is the last time this will ever happen, but that would be a lie.”

  I dropped back into bed next to him. “The most important thing is that if anyone finds out, I’ll lose my job. We have to keep this a secret. What we have done, and anything that happens going forward.”

  “And we pretend like nothing is happening?” he asked.

  “Sure. I think I can stay objective about you as a student. No preferential treatment.”

  “Forget that,” he said. “All of this should count as extra credit. You’d better give me an A.”

  I giggled. “If the first two weeks are any indication, you’re the best student in my class. You’re going to get an A regardless. But to make sure there’s no conflict of interest, I’ll have my GTA grade all your tests and papers.”

  “GTA? Grand Theft Auto?”

  I playfully poked him in the ribs. “Melanie. The Graduate Teaching Assistant for the class.”