Extra Credit: A College Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  “Indy Neidell is a wonderful narrator!” Dominic said.

  “Yes! It’s fascinating to learn about the war week-by-week. There are so many aspects of it that get overlooked. And it’s crazy how many men died in the war!”

  “Twenty million,” Dominic said softly.

  “I know it’s difficult to compare time periods, but I can’t help but compare it to the biggest battles in ancient history. Do you know what the greatest Roman defeat was?”

  His emerald eyes narrowed with thought. “Cannae, surely.”

  “Gold star for you.”

  Dominic pumped his fist victoriously.

  “In the Battle of Cannae,” I went on, “Carthage killed almost fifty thousand Roman troops. Such a loss completely changed the way the Roman Republic operated. Rome lowered the age of the draft and enlisted criminals and slaves in order to raise new legions. This ushered in a period of Carthaginian dominance in the Mediterranean. Hannibal occupied most of Southern Italy for years and Rome was powerless to stop him.”

  Dominic smirked. “I know where you’re going with this.”

  “I bet you do. In the Great War, on the first day of the Battle of the Somme the British Army lost fifty thousand men! And absolutely nothing changed! Two thousand years earlier that number of deaths in a battle changed the world, but in 1916 it barely moved the needle.”

  Dominic nodded solemnly. “There were over a million casualties in the Somme. Granted they were spread out over months, but it only reiterates your point. The scale of death during the World Wars is incomprehensible. That’s why I’m so passionate about it. Only by learning of such history can we avoid it in the future.”

  “Well said.” I raised my glass. “To world peace.”

  “To world peace.”

  We spent the next hour discussing specific parts of history that interested us the most. Dominic went on and on about the Eastern Front in World War Two. I waxed poetic about the transition of Rome from a Republic to an Empire. I loved talking to Dominic because he genuinely listened to what I said. He wasn’t just nodding along and waiting for his turn to speak. In my experience that was rare to find in men. Especially among professors who typically liked to hear the sound of their own voice.

  Dominic only had one beer since he was driving, then switched to water while I had another. Even though we had spent our lunches discussing history, we were really connecting tonight in a deeper way. I was surprised by how compatible we were. I could have spent all night talking to him.

  He drove me home and double-parked in front of my apartment building. “I had a great time tonight, Jessica,” he said in the car.

  “So did I. I’m glad we bailed on the theater!”

  “I really like you,” he said smoothly. “I would love to do this again.”

  I felt myself blush. “I would love that, too.”

  He leaned toward me and kissed me on the cheek. Slow and deliberate, like he was making sure he did it just right. The cologne on his neck was subtle and fragrant. It stirred something inside me.

  And it made me a little more forward.

  “A kiss on the cheek?” I said. “I think you can do better than that.”

  He blinked in surprise, then narrowed his eyes determinedly. Like he had just been given a challenge.

  He quickly leaned back into me, crushing his lips against mine while cupping the side of my head in his huge palm. His fingers tightened in my hair as he held me to his lips, which moved against mine with perfect sensuality. I melted under his touch as we kissed in the car, neither one of us wanting to let go.

  My chest heaved and I gasped for breath when we finally stopped kissing. Dominic flashed a white smile and looked down sheepishly.

  “How’s that?” he asked. “Better?”

  “Mmm hmm,” I said, running my hand along his arm. “Much better.”

  I considered asking him up to my room. I wanted to see what he could really do with that body. I wanted to see what he looked like underneath the fancy clothes. But I knew that was moving too fast for a man like Dominic. The last thing I wanted to do was screw up what had been a wonderful night.

  “Goodnight, Jessica,” he told me.

  I walked into my apartment building, humming to myself and twirling my dress happily.

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  Jessica

  Only kissing Dominic—and not going any farther—was difficult for someone like me. I wanted to do so much more with him. We were both incredibly compatible, and we liked each other a lot. So why wait?

  Fortunately, my activities with Zack helped sate my hunger.

  My sexy student got more and more flirty as time went on. It started small: he smiled at me while I lectured during class. A knowing smile, the kind that was full of imagination and promise. The next class he made a kiss at me when he walked into the room, and winked at me when he left an hour later. He was careful to do so when Melanie the GTA wasn’t looking, but it was still awfully risky.

  But the risk made it more fun. It was a level of danger that added urgency to every one of our sexual encounters. What we were doing was taboo. It was forbidden. That made every kiss and fuck better.

  Now I knew why Romeo and Juliet were into each other so much.

  I gave out my first exam in the third week. It was a short test and I had a lecture planned once everyone was finished. Zack was one of the first students to stand up and turn in his exam. I waited for him to do something teasing, but he didn’t even look in my direction as he turned in the test to Melanie and then returned to his seat. I was downright disappointed.

  Then my phone buzzed in my pocket.

  Zack: I like your skirt.

  I glanced out at the class. Zack had his phone in his hand and was looking right at me. His eyes flicked down, then back up to my eyes.

  I was seated at a small table up on the lecture stage. My legs were crossed, and my skirt went down to my ankles. It wasn’t like he could see anything.

  Yet.

  I slowly uncrossed my legs, but kept my knees together as I responded to him.

  Me: How do you like it now?

  Zack: Getting warmer

  I casually reached down and pretended to scratch my thigh, then pulled my skirt up a few inches.

  Me: How about now?

  Zack: Warmer.

  I did it again until the hem of my skirt was closer to my knees. I gazed out at the class. Everyone was still busy taking the test except Zack.

  I opened my legs a few inches.

  Zack: You’re making me hard.

  Me: Is that all it takes to turn on a college boy? A little bit of skin?

  Zack: When it’s yours.

  Me: I don’t believe you. Prove it.

  I tried to act casual as one of the girls in my class walked up and turned in her exam to Melanie. For a few moments she blocked my view of Zack. My phone buzzed again, and this time it wasn’t a text. It was a photo.

  Of Zack’s crotch, and the thick cock running up the leg of his pants.

  I tried to suppress my silly grin at the sight. Knowing that he was hard as a rock just from thinking about me in class… It turned me on more than I expected.

  And the best part was that nobody else was aware.

  Me: I’m your professor. That’s completely inappropriate.

  Zack: I want to do all sorts of inappropriate things to you.

  Me: Meet me in my office after class.

  Zack: Are you giving me detention?

  Me: You’ve been a bad student. You need to be punished.

  Zack grinned at me for the remainder of class.

  Once everyone turned in their tests I zipped through my lecture. I slowly gathered my things while the students left the class. Melanie came up to me with the stack of tests.

  “You have office hours for the next two hours, correct? I would like to go over your expectations for test-grading. So I can understand how strict you wish to be with the grades.”

  Damnit, I thought.

  “I
have a busy day and I need to get some work done during my office hours,” I said.

  “But the tests…”

  I took them from her. “I’ll grade them this time.” I glanced down and saw Zack’s name written on the first exam. I can’t grade his exam because I might treat him differently.

  “Actually, I have an idea. You grade half the tests and I’ll grade the rest. Then we can compare notes during office hours tomorrow.” I handed her the top half of the tests.

  Melanie pursed her lips unhappily. “This does not seem ideal. If I grade too harshly without knowing your style then I will need to go back and re-grade everything…”

  Zack was leaving class. He glanced at me before disappearing into the hall.

  “It’ll be fine,” I insisted. “You’ll do great. Talk to you tomorrow.”

  I collected my bag and walked to my office. I wanted to run but I made myself walk in slow, deliberate steps. I smiled politely to the other students who waved at me on the way.

  Zack was waiting outside my office. “Hey, Professor Morris.”

  The way he said my formal title made my body tingle with excitement. To continue with the charade I said, “Tulepo, right? Zachary Tupelo?”

  He grinned. “I go by Zack. Can I talk to you about the exam?”

  I used a key to unlock the door and we went inside. I closed it behind us and then slowly locked the deadbolt. My office was on the interior of the building and had no windows. We had complete privacy.

  “I’m sorry if I was inappropriate, Professor,” Zack said. “I shouldn’t have sent you that photo.”

  “No, you shouldn’t have,” I replied stiffly. “You’re my student. You have to treat me with respect.”

  He hung his head. “Yes, Professor Morris. Please don’t kick me out of your class. I’ll do anything.”

  Oh, I liked this. Especially here in my office.

  “Anything?”

  His blond hair swayed as he bobbed his head. “Anything.”

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  Jessica

  Anything.

  My imagination began to run wild there in my office.

  I smiled at Zack. “What did you like about my skirt?”

  “It wasn’t so much the skirt… It’s what is inside I like,” he replied.

  “Go on.”

  “I don’t want to say anything inappropriate.”

  “You have my permission just this once.”

  His eyes ran up and down my body. “You have an amazing ass, Professor.”

  I turned away from him. “Maybe you need to show it some respect.”

  He exhaled slowly. “I can do that.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  I sensed Zack coming up behind me. His hands touched my waist and slid down to my hips, caressing me through the cotton skirt. He grabbed a handful of the fabric and pulled it up. I felt cold air on my skin as my calves were exposed, then my thighs, then my ass. The skirt was thin so I always wore a thong with it so there wouldn’t be any panty lines, and today I was glad I had done so.

  Zack went to his knees behind me and slowly kissed the side of my hip, along the bone. I sighed under his gentle touch as he kissed along my right ass cheek, a hand squeezing my left gently. His cheek was smooth as he ran it over my skin.

  A naughty thought came to me. There was something I really liked that I wanted Zack to do to me. I had showered before coming to class this morning. This was the perfect opportunity. I’ll do anything, he had said.

  Time to find out if he meant it.

  “Mmm, that feels good,” I said. “But I don’t think you’re properly appreciating it.”

  I reached behind me and pulled my thong away.

  I felt Zack’s hot breath on my skin. “I’m sorry. Let me do a better job.”

  He gripped my round cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart. And then he buried his face in my ass.

  I loved getting a rimjob almost as much as I loved getting eaten-out. I don’t know why. Maybe because it was taboo, like full-blown anal sex. But when a man tongued my backdoor, I melted.

  Zack had done this before, I could tell. He pressed his face between my cheeks and rimmed me like it was what he had been fantasizing about in class. I bent over my desk while he went to town on me from behind, licking and tonguing me in all the right ways.

  I was drenching wet when he began rubbing my pussy with two fingers. They slid into me with ease. He pumped my pussy with his fingers, twisting them as they went in and out while his tongue focused on my ass. The combination left me quivering while I was bent over the desk.

  “Okay, you’ve shown enough appreciation,” I breathed. “Now it’s time to fuck your professor.”

  He rose. “If that’s what you want.”

  “Mmm hmm. It is.”

  I heard him unbuckling his belt. “Yes, Professor Morris.”

  The light role-playing drove me wild. I twisted to look back at him as his pants dropped to the floor. His cock was as stiff as could be. Zack put a hand on my lower back to hold me down, then plunged his cock into my waiting lips.

  I cried out, then snapped my mouth shut when I remembered where we were.

  Which of course turned me on even more.

  “Consider this a timed exam,” I moaned softly.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Zack pounded me hard and fast while holding me down on the desk. A stack of papers slid off the edge and fell to the floor but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how one of my students was fucking me in my office.

  “I want to try something, Professor,” Zack said while slamming his cock into me from behind. “I know you’re going to like it.”

  He palmed my right ass cheek, gripping the flesh tightly within his fingers. His thumb slid toward the middle and then I felt it press against my backdoor. I sucked in my breath with surprise.

  I was still wet from his tongue, which allowed his thumb to slide into my asshole with ease. A low moan escaped my lips as he continued fucking me over the desk.

  “How does that feel, Professor?”

  “Oh, it’s good. It’s really good.”

  Pleasure spread through my body while he fucked me. It had been so long since a man had played with my ass. That was the kind of thing you could only do with someone you had been with a little while, and none of my relationships had lasted more than a week or two. I wanted more, to ask him to fuck me in the ass, but his thumb was perfect for now. Between the foreplay and the finger in my ass and the vigor with which Zack fucked me, I felt my orgasm arriving within seconds. Closer and closer it came until I was right on the edge.

  And then a knock came at the door.

  Zack froze with his cock deep in my pussy and his thumb in my ass.

  “She’s supposed to be in her office,” I heard a male voice say. One of my students.

  “Have you been to her office hours before?” another man asked.

  “No.”

  “Maybe this isn’t her office.”

  “Her name is on the door, jackass.”

  “Maybe she moved and forgot to bring the name plate.”

  While they spoke just outside the door, Zack resumed fucking me. Hard enough to make my body shake without making any noise. His thumb pressed deeper into my ass, adding to the intense pleasure.

  “Ohh…” I moaned, hardly more than a whisper.

  The students outside turned the doorknob, testing to make sure it was locked. My body trembled at the sound. What Zack and I were doing was naughty and forbidden in so many ways, but the fear of getting caught enhanced everything. He pummeled my pussy with his cock and my climax washed over me.

  I tried to hold back my cry of pleasure but it began to escape my throat. Zack leaned forward and clamped his free hand over my mouth. Finally I let it all out, moaning into his palm as electricity surged through my entire body, from my fingertips on the desk to my toes on the floor. Moments later Zack grunted and sucked in his breath and buried his cock as deep as it would go,
then came inside me while somehow limiting his own noise to a long, shuddering exhale.

  We remained coupled together until the students outside my office disappeared.

  “How was that, Professor?” Zack whispered. “Am I still in trouble?”

  I giggled softly. “I suppose that makes up for your previous behavior.”

  Zack grinned as he pulled out and hastily pulled up his pants. All I had to do was pull up my thong and let my skirt fall back into place. Zack grabbed me by the neck and jammed his tongue into my mouth, giving me a long French kiss that made me want to extend my office hours with him.

  “I’m glad you liked my surprise,” he said.

  “I did indeed. What made you think of it?”

  “Well, the toys in your drawer gave me a hint. That and the fact that you loved what I did with my tongue.”

  I leaned on my desk and smiled. “Next time I’ll let you use some toys.”

  “Who needs toys when I’ve got the real thing?” he replied.

  I giggled again. “Even better.”

  “Is there anything you don’t like?” he asked.

  “I’m not into women,” I admitted. “I prefer my sexual partners to have big, throbbing cocks. Other than that, I’m open to just about anything.”

  Zack bent down to pick up the papers that had fallen on the ground. “Have you ever had a threesome?”

  “Actually, yes. Once. It wasn’t as fun as I expected.”

  “Really?”

  The room smelled like sex so I took out a can of Febreze and gave the room a spray. “It was a let-down. The two guys I was with were awkward around each other. They were constantly worried about what the other guy was doing. And they didn’t want to get within five feet of each other! It was like my body was a minefield and they were afraid their dicks might get too close. I think it’s because they didn’t know each other beforehand.” I shrugged. “It was fun to try, but it didn’t live up to the hype.”