by Cassie Cole
“Like I said: I didn’t think you were ready for that. How does this compare to your first threesome?” I asked.
She made a purring sound in her throat. “You were right. It’s much better when the two guys are comfortable together. It didn’t weird you out?”
“Not even a little bit. If anything…” I shrugged. “If anything it made things hotter.”
Her eyes sparkled. “It definitely made things hotter for me. Maybe next time you can… Do that thing Finn mentioned.”
Even though I had just come buckets, my cock pulsed at her words. Not just the thought of double-penetrating Jessica, but the idea that she wanted to do it again.
“Maybe,” I said. “We might have to warm up to that.”
She stood and wrapped her arms around me in a tender hug. I put a hand on the back of her head and held her close, savoring the feeling of her nude, sweaty body pressed against mine. Something in my chest ached during the embrace. The hug felt more special, more intimate than all the sex we’d had up to this point.
Jessica gestured at the bathroom. “Sounds like he’s taking a shower. Say goodnight to him for me?”
I wanted to ask her to stay. To shower with me and then cuddle together in my bed. I wanted to hold her close and feel her body relax as she drifted off to sleep. I wanted to watch her breathing slow in slumber and wonder what she was dreaming.
But she was my professor, and I was her student, and there was no getting around that. “I will,” I said. “Goodnight.”
She got dressed, kissed me one last time, then left.
Finn came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He grabbed two beers from the six-pack on the table and cracked them open. He handed one to me and said, “That was fun.”
Realizing I was naked, and that it was weird without a woman present, I quickly pulled my pants back on before accepting the beer. “Very fun.”
“Not as uncomfortable as I thought,” he said, staring off. “When you and I work together? I try not to look at you. No offense. But tonight…” He glanced at me. “Seeing you fuck her turned me on.”
I nodded slowly. “Same here. Hope that’s not weird.”
“Not weird at all,” he said with a nod that ended the subject. “You think she’d want to do it again?”
“She definitely does,” I said. “And she’s willing to get extra freaky next time.”
“Cheers to that.” Finn sipped his beer. “When are you going to tell her?”
“Tell her what?”
“That you like her.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “She knows I like her. I think it’s pretty obvious based on what I just did to her.”
Finn stared at me, one eyebrow raised. “Not what I meant, pal.”
He was my best friend, and he always knew what I was thinking. I sighed and sat in the chair.
“She’s my professor,” I said. “We have this taboo relationship thing going on. That’s all.”
“You think she’s only into you because you’re her student?” Finn asked. “Forbidden fruit?”
“Probably.”
Finn gestured with his beer, dark eyes glistening. “Then what happens when the semester ends and it’s not fun and taboo anymore?”
It was a question I hadn’t considered before. But now that it had been asked?
I was afraid of the answer.
24
Jessica
It was hotter than I ever imagined.
I went back to my apartment, showered, and got in bed. My mind raced as I relived everything that had just happened.
A threesome. Being shared by two guys at the same time.
Finn coming in my mouth while Zack came all over my back.
I couldn’t believe I let that one bad experience years ago ruin my impression of threesomes. When they were done with the right guys, men who were sexy and confident, they were amazing. I wanted to go back up to their apartment and ask for more, to tell them I wasn’t done yet and needed to be passed back and forth again. I needed to feel Finn’s chiseled body against mine while Zack watched, to have their cocks inside me at the same time…
I tingled with happiness. There was so much more I wanted to do with them! Especially what Finn had alluded to. Letting them play with my ass. We could have a lot of fun once I worked myself up to that point.
Until then? All I could do was fantasize about it.
I had a ton of work to get done on Sunday so I stayed in. It was difficult to focus knowing Finn and Zack were just upstairs. A quick elevator trip away. It was like knowing you had a Christmas present under the tree that you could open whenever you wanted. My mind kept wandering away from the papers I was grading and the lesson plan I was trying to prepare.
Finally I received a text message:
Zack: Had a lot of fun last night. Finn did too.
Zack: We’re both down to do it again sometime.
Zack: Seriously, he won’t stop talking about what he wants to do to you.
Me: How about tonight? I don’t have anything planned :-)
Zack: Damn. We’re both working tonight.
Me: Another sorority? Tell me where and I’ll crash the party.
Zack: Nothing that interesting. A retirement party.
Zack: I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.
Once the option was off the table I finally buckled down and finished my work.
Monday morning came and I was extra smiley in class. Zack had a permanent smirk on his face too.
“You’re in a good mood,” Melanie told me after class. We were in my office going over the test from last week.
“I had a great weekend.”
“What’d you do that was so fun?”
“Oh, nothing in particular,” I replied while browsing her graded exams. I tapped one page. “You marked Alissa down for question four?”
“I thought her point about the Visigoths was off-topic. She doesn’t really answer the question.”
“Fair enough. I agree.”
I flipped it over. The next paper graded was Zack’s.
And the grade at the top wasn’t what I expected:
14/22 (64%)
I frowned. “Zack did that poorly?”
Melanie folded her hands in her lap and nodded. “I was equally surprised, Professor Morris. I gave him partial credit on the first two questions about the German invasions, but he completely missed the Antonine Plague. Then on question eight he could not name any of the three defeats to the Sassanid Empire.”
I slowly shook my head. “He described the overall loss of territory to the Sassanids. It’s clear he understands the subject…”
“But the battles were the turning points,” Melanie insisted. “That’s what the focus was in class.”
I wanted to argue with her, but I stopped myself. I realized I was giving Zack preferential treatment. If any of my other students had given this answer, I would have marked it wrong and not given any partial credit. And now Melanie was looking at me suspiciously.
“You’re absolutely right,” I said. “I’m just surprised he missed those questions after being so attentive in class. I agree with your grading.”
She nodded with satisfaction and I breathed a sigh of relief. I needed to be more careful.
As much as I wanted to focus on my History 414 class, I had three other classes that required just as much attention. On Tuesday night I had a graduate level history class that met only once a week for three hours, from seven to ten at night. It was scheduled that way to accommodate grad students who worked during the day, but it wasn’t easy to teach. Three hours was a long time for students to remain focused, and it was a long time for me to lecture. By the time I finished the material my students and I were both exhausted.
While the students left the lecture hall, I packed my bags and prepared to leave. But then the hair on the back of my neck stiffened. I looked around and realized there was someone in the doorway watching me.
Finn was lean
ing against the doorway with a smirk on his face. “Zack’s right. You’re hot when you teach.”
Butterflies flew in my stomach at the sight of him. With his permanent five o’clock shadow and his hawkish face, all I could think about was what we were doing the last time I saw him.
But we were out in public, and caution superseded anything else. “Keep your voice down! One of my students might hear you!”
His coif of black hair swayed as he shook his head. “They’re all gone. Nobody can hear. In fact, the building’s practically empty. Just one janitor over on the other side. I checked his schedule. He won’t be over to this side of the building for half an hour.”
His smile deepened.
“You don’t know who might appear,” I said. “Someone might have left something in here…”
Finn crossed the distance between us and pounced on me, grabbing my chin with his tattooed hand and kissing me roughly. I melted as his tongue danced between my lips and into my mouth, swirling against mine in a way that made it impossible to think about anything else.
“We can’t do this here,” I protested.
Finn removed his shirt, revealing his statuesque figure. “I disagree.”
“The door’s open! If someone sees us…”
He calmly walked back to the door and closed it, then flicked the light off. The room was suddenly bathed in darkness. The only illumination came from the rectangular window in the door. Finn’s silhouette stalked me in the darkness.
“Problem solved.”
“Finn,” I said, even though I didn’t really want to stop him. “If we get caught…”
He pushed me until my ass touched the edge of my desk and I had nowhere else to go. “We’re not going to get caught. But even if we do? I don’t give a fuck. Because I’m not leaving this room until I have you.”
25
Jessica
The last of my protests died on my tongue as he kissed me again, harder and rougher and full of desire. I sighed as he lifted me onto the desk and spread my legs with his body, folding me back onto the surface. He reached up my skirt and yanked my panties off, then rubbed my pussy with his fingers. I was sopping wet within seconds as his lips kissed my ear and neck, his cheek scratching against my skin as he kissed along my collarbone.
He kept his jeans on and pulled his cock through the zipper hole. I could barely see it in the near-darkness but it was stiff and thick as he buried it in my pussy. There was no more foreplay, no easing into it. Finn wanted me too badly to wait any longer, and his restless thirst mirrored mine. The wonderful ache of being filled caused a moan to drift from my throat.
“Fuck, that pussy is better than I remember,” he rumbled. “This time it’s all mine.”
What we did on the desk wasn’t making love or having sex. We fucked. Finn’s cock slammed into my pussy urgently and immediately, and I loved every hungry moment of it. I sat up on my elbows and spread my legs as wide as I could for him while he pounded me. Since I could barely see him in the darkness I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the nooks and crannies of his beautiful body like a blind person. He snatched my wrist and held it down on the desk, taking control.
It turned me on more than I could have imagined.
Finn never relented from his frantic pace, fucking me with his thick cock like time was of the essence. I tried to grab his cheek and pull him into a kiss but he snatched that wrist too, and then he was holding both of my wrists down against the desk while he had his way with me. Only when his grip tightened and his deep rumble turned into a roar did he finally kiss me to silence his own climax, and we French kissed to drown our cries while he shot his sticky come deep into my pussy, load after load filling me as I wrapped my legs around him and gripped him tightly with every muscle in my body.
He panted as he pulled away, chiseled chest heaving while he put away his cock and zipped himself up. “Been thinking about that since the other night.”
I sat up and kissed his chest. Sweat was beading on his skin, giving him a salty taste. “Couldn’t wait until I got home?”
“And share you with Zack? Fuck no,” he said. “Tonight I wanted you all to myself.”
I quickly retrieved my panties and kissed him on the lips. “I’m glad you did. That was…” I shivered with excitement. “I like the way you manhandle me.”
He grabbed a handful of my blonde curls and tilted my head up to face him. “Sometimes a girl just needs to be reminded who’s in charge.”
“As long as you do that to me, you can always be in control.” I cocked my head. “I didn’t know you were in the marching band.”
His eyes were black pools in the dark room, flickering with reflected light from the door. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” I said. “I always thought the marching band was for geeks.”
Finn leaned in and grinned at me. “And I always thought history professors were old men with shriveled balls. I never thought I’d meet one with such a hot… delicious… pussy.”
The way he bit off each word made me want to have another round with him, but the mention of marching band reminded me of something else. “You saw me on a date the other night.”
“Is that what it was?”
“Do you think Zack would be jealous?” I asked.
“Zack doesn’t get jealous.”
“He says that,” I insisted, “but I’m not so sure I believe it.”
Finn pulled his shirt back over his head. “Don’t care what you believe. I didn’t tell Zack about it, but it wouldn’t bother him if he knew. But one thing I know? Zack likes you. A lot.”
He pulled my face into a kiss, then walked away without another word.
I waited ten minutes before leaving just to make sure nobody suspected anything.
I was on cloud nine all week. Not only had I had an amazing threesome, but now I had two boy-toys. A pair of sexy strippers who knew exactly what I wanted. How had I gotten so lucky?
And as casual as we were trying to make it, I knew that I liked Zack too. More than just two people who were fooling around whenever they were bored.
After class on Wednesday, when all the students were leaving, I said, “Zachary Tupelo? Do you have a moment?”
Melanie glanced at me, and I mouthed the test to her. She nodded, gave Zack a furtive glance, and then quickly left the room.
Zack took his time walking down the stairs and up to the lecture stage. By the time he got there we were alone. “What’s up, Professor Morris?”
I love the way he says my name, I thought.
“I wanted to talk to you about your test. For someone who knows the material as well as you, the score was lower than I expected.”
He winced. “I totally fucked up a few of the answers.”
Students were walking by the door out in the hall so I kept my professorial tone. “You went on and on about the Sassanid Empire but failed to mention the three battles we discussed in class. Next time I suggest you reread the questions a second time before turning in your exam.”
“I will. I won’t disappoint you again, Professor.”
“I’m sure you’ll make it up on the midterm.”
Zack glanced at the doorway, then looked at the desk next to me. “Heard what you and Finn did last night.”
“Did you?”
“Was it right here?” he asked with a smile. “This same desk?”
I leaned against the desk provocatively. “Right here.”
“Was it good?”
“His performance was quite satisfactory,” I replied.
He chuckled to himself. “I guess I need to step up my game.”
“I guess you do.”
We grinned at each other. Our faces were only inches apart. I desperately wanted to kiss him, to feel him spread my legs on the desk the way Finn had, taking me for his own pleasure…
“I have something for you,” I said.
Zack’s smirk deepened. “Is it in your office?�
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Now that was a tempting thought, but it wasn’t what I had in mind. I reached into my bag and handed him a small brass key.
“That’s a key to my apartment,” I said. “If you’re ever horny after work and find yourself tempted by the clients stuffing dollar bills in your g-string, come back to my apartment instead. Let yourself in with that key and you can do whatever you want with me.”
He tilted his head and gave me a questioning look. “This feels like a big move.”
“Don’t think about it too hard. I’m just making things convenient.” I nodded. “That’s all I wanted to discuss with you, Zack. I hope you do better on your next exam.”
“I will. Thanks, Professor Morris.”
I watched his sexy frame walk away.
But there was already someone standing in the doorway. An older woman wearing a dark skirt and a blazer that matched her stern expression. She stepped into the classroom to allow Zack to pass.
“Dean Richards?” I asked.
“Jessica.” She glanced over her shoulder in the direction Zack had gone. “Do you have a moment?”
“I can always make time for the head of the history department. How can I help you?”
She crossed her arms, which was when I realized she was holding a sheet of paper in one hand. “I’m afraid this isn’t a personal visit. My office has been made aware of a certain relationship of yours.”
My stomach sank like I was on the world’s worst roller coaster.
Dean Richards pursed her lips. “I need to ask you some questions.”
26
Finn
How the fuck was I supposed to focus now that I had Jessica in my life?
I’d had plenty of girlfriends. More than my fair share. I wasn’t ugly. That ain’t arrogance, either—just the simple truth. I worked hard to maintain a body like this. All that time in the gym paid off with interest.
Point is, I’d been with plenty of women. I liked women. I loved doing things with them. Doing things to them. And they liked it too. I’d had far more flings than serious relationships—too many to count.
