by Cassie Cole
But I had never met a woman like Jessica before.
I could see why Zack was into her. She was fucking intoxicating, like a strong drink mixed by an expert bartender. A long island iced tea that tasted innocent until bam, all that alcohol hit you at once and you were on your ass wondering what happened.
That’s how I felt after fucking Jessica.
I tried to shake it off after the threesome. It was a new experience for all of us and that’s what made it exciting, right? But it was more than just the threesome that left me reeling. It was her.
I was at a frat party on Tuesday night, sipping beer and trying to get her out of my mind. But the loud music and scantily-clad college girls did little to distract me.
“Finny baby,” one girl said while dancing with me. Her arms were draped around my neck and she swayed her head in time with the music. “You wanna get out of here?”
“I just got here,” I said playfully.
She leaned in close to whisper. “Then let’s go to the closet. I’ll suck your dick so good you can’t walk afterward.”
I took a long look at this girl. Perky tits in a tank top, the nipples hard as steel underneath. She had full, pouty lips. I had no doubt that her offer was more than just a boast.
The old me would have taken her into the closet without another word. That’s what college was for, right? But now…
All I could think about was the way Jessica had sucked me off, wrapping her lips tight around my cock as I came deep in her throat.
“I’m good for now,” I told the girl. “You want another drink?”
“I want to drink your come,” she replied in a sultry voice.
“I’m getting a beer. I’ll be back.”
She looked shocked that I had turned her down.
The keg was out on the back deck of the frat house. While waiting in line to fill my cup I texted Zack.
Me: This is going to sound nuts, but I can’t get Jessica out of my head
Zack: Join the party
Zack: Now you know how I’ve felt
Me: I’m serious. Something’s wrong with me.
Me: You know that hot new Theta pledge with the purple hair? I just turned down a blowjob
Zack: Holy shit! You’ve got it bad
Zack: She might still be awake. You could swing by her apartment.
Zack: I’d join you but I’m balls-deep in business administration essays. This class is killing me.
Once the offer was made I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I ached for her. But if she was already asleep…
For curiosity’s sake I browsed the DMSU class directory on my phone to see what her schedule was like tomorrow. I typed in Morris with one thumb and scanned the results. She had a pretty standard schedule except for one evening class she taught on Tuesdays. A class that ended in twenty minutes.
Not only was she awake, but she was across the street in the History building at this very moment.
I left the beer line and weaved through the party to get to the front door. The girl I had been dancing with accosted me on the way out.
“What’s your deal?” she demanded. “Don’t you want to have some fun?”
“Not tonight.”
“You got a girl or something?”
As I left the party, I thought to myself: it sure feels like I do.
27
Jessica
Dean Richards stood in front of me with a stern expression on her face. She looked like she had bitten into a lemon. For a few seconds it felt like my heart had stopped.
My office has been made aware of a certain relationship of yours.
I need to ask you a few questions.
The worst-case scenario jumped into my head: she knew about Zack. Someone had told her and now she was investigating. She had even walked in while Zack and I were talking. I was going to have to deny it. I was a bad liar, so she would instantly know the truth. A formal investigation would begin and I would be suspended. Eventually I would be fired in disgrace.
Or maybe it was about what Finn and I had done last night: fucking on the desk in this classroom. Were there cameras in here I didn’t know about? Or had one of the janitors seen us through the window? Finn wasn’t my student, but having sex on campus was almost certainly forbidden. Even if I wasn’t fired I would die of embarrassment. My reputation would never recover.
I’m so stupid, I thought. I knew what I was doing with Zack was wrong yet I had done it anyway, and now it was time to face the music…
“I won’t lie, Jessica. I’m disappointed.”
I tried to swallow but my throat was bone-dry. “Dean Richards…”
She handed the sheet of paper to me. “I need you to fill this out.”
I held the paper in trembling fingers.
It took a moment for the ink of the page to sink in.
“Relationship disclosure form?”
“Dominic Karlson paid me a visit this morning. He told me you two are seeing each other.” Suddenly her stern face was replaced with a smile. “Christ almighty, Jessica. I didn’t mean to scare you! Your hands are shaking!”
“You said you were disappointed…”
“I am disappointed: disappointed Professor Karlson is off the market. I’ve been trying to set my daughter up with him for months!” Her smile faded. “You seem surprised that I’m here.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “I’m surprised Dominic submitted the disclosure. We’ve only been on two dates.”
“It must be going well, then.” She looked around to make sure nobody was near. “Dominic’s a keeper. I’m happy for you. Fill that form out and return it to me any time this week. Sorry to pry into your business. It’s for the school’s legal protection. You’ve done nothing wrong, of course.”
I felt like I had been hit by a train after she left. I thought I had been caught. My entire career had flashed before my eyes. Now that it was over it felt like a trap. I was certain Dean Richards would pop back into the class and say, “Ah hah! Just kidding, I know about Zack.”
The fear of nearly being caught stayed with me for the rest of the morning. Up until this point I had found excuses to justify my relationship with Zack. We were both adults. I could treat him fairly, especially if Melanie graded all of his papers. We weren’t hurting anybody. Dean Richards showing up was the wake-up call I needed. I couldn’t fuck my student, nor could I have sex on the desk after hours.
Yet the crazy thing about it?
It only made me want Zack and Finn more.
It wasn’t until lunch that I remembered the primary reason for the Dean’s visit: to disclose my relationship with Dominic.
“Is this seat taken?” Dominic asked me with a smile. He asked it every time we had lunch together, and had become a small joke between us.
“It is taken,” I said. “By a strapping, sophisticated history professor.”
Dominic lowered his muscular frame into the chair and said, “I’ll keep it warm until he arrives. Sorry I missed lunch on Monday. Dentist appointment.”
I had thought his absence on Monday had to do with how our date ended. I was relieved to hear he had a legitimate excuse.
He bit into a piece of garlic bread and asked, “How has your week been so far?”
I reached into my bag and placed the piece of paper on the table. “Dean Richards paid a visit to me today.”
Dominic froze mid-bite. He resumed chewing, swallowed, and then deflated with a sigh. “I told her to wait until I had spoken to you.”
“She scared me half to death,” I said with a chuckle. “I thought…”
I thought I was being fired for fucking one of my students.
“I thought I was in trouble for something,” I said.
Dominic took my hand and squeezed it. “I’m sorry for not warning you. I wanted to make sure everything was official. The faculty code of conduct states any non-platonic relationship must be disclosed immediately. Since we were seen together at the football game I wanted to ensure you didn
’t get in trouble.”
His dedication to making sure we played by the rules felt like lemon juice on a wound. It was yet another reminder that what I was doing with Zack was wrong.
Then why does it feel so good? I wondered.
“I’m surprised,” I said carefully, “because I’m not sure where you and I stand.”
Dominic sat up straighter. “I thought it was clear. I like you, Jessica. I want to continue seeing you, even if it means submitting a disclosure statement.”
My heart ached with how passionately he said it. He did like me a lot. It was obvious. And yet…
“Then why didn’t you come up to my apartment after the game?”
He stiffened. “I didn’t think that would upset you.”
“I’m not upset. But I am confused. The way you kissed me in the car… I thought I knew what you wanted.”
Dominic paused to wipe his mouth with a napkin. He looked dashing in his starched button-down, muscular arms bulging underneath the fabric. Despite his wide shoulders and immense strength, he spoke with care and tenderness in his voice.
“I’m trying to take things slow, Jessica.”
“Why?”
“In the past, especially when I was in college, I made the mistake of moving too quickly. Of engaging in purely physical relationships with women rather than getting to know them emotionally.”
“So you were a player when you were younger. That’s okay.”
“It was more than that,” he said softly.
“How so?”
He hesitated. “I don’t want to shock you.”
“Try me.”
I had to struggle not to roll my eyes at Dominic. He was a star football player in college. Of course he slept around. As a woman who’d had my fair share of anonymous, meaningless sex, I couldn’t blame him. It was silly for Dominic to act embarrassed about it years later.
He looked around and then spoke in a low voice. “I’m not talking about being a player. My sexual tastes were quite… exotic.”
I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. How exotic could it be?
“I used to have… threesomes.” He bit the word off. “They turned me on more than anything else.”
I smiled at him. “Can’t blame you. It’s the caveman part of your brain. If one woman is good, then two women must be better!”
He didn’t laugh at my joke. “Those aren’t the kind of threesomes I enjoyed. I preferred it when it was another man and a woman.”
“Oh.” A sexy tingle ran up my spine. “Were you… do you like, ah…”
“No!” he replied. “I’m one hundred percent straight. But watching another man have sex with a woman, passing her between us…” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said anything. You probably think I’m perverted.”
Dominic, I thought, I’ve never been so turned-on in my life.
“I don’t think you’re perverted at all,” I said. I lowered my voice and added, “I’ve partaken in such activities myself.”
His eyes widened as he considered me. “You have?”
I nodded. “Trust me: you’re definitely not perverted.”
Dominic sighed with relief. “It’s wonderful to hear you say so. I never maintained a serious relationship because of… my activities. I never connected emotionally with women. It was purely physical. That’s why I wouldn’t go up to your room after the football game, Jessica. I want something real. I have feelings for you, strong feelings that I cannot put into words, yet I’m still afraid of rushing into something and scaring you off.”
I could tell it took a lot for Dominic to reveal this to me. An immense secret that had been weighing on him for years. I took his hand in both of mine and squeezed it gently.
“You’re not going to scare me off. Especially not by getting physical too fast.”
He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair nervously, eyes inspecting me like he thought I was lying. “Are you certain?”
“Absolutely.”
He sighed again and happiness filled his emerald eyes. “Well then. I’m looking forward to the next time you invite me up to your apartment.”
I smiled. “Me too.”
We put the subject behind us and resumed our lunch. We talked about history, our classes, and how Dean Richards had been pushing her daughter onto Dominic like the village matchmaker. But throughout the conversation I couldn’t help but look at Dominic in a new light. He wasn’t the well-dressed, proper professor I thought he was. He had a scintillating sexual history that was similar to mine.
It was intriguing. Like finding out a delicious slice of cake was filled with fudge chocolate, it added a new and exciting layer to an already sexy man.
After lunch we walked back to the history building together. “You have a class this afternoon, right?” I asked.
He looked at his watch. “In twenty minutes.”
“Plenty of time.”
I smiled lustily and pushed him into his office, closing and locking the door behind me.
28
Dominic
I meant everything I said to Jessica. I was sick of meaningless, physical sex. There were only so many times you could have sex with a random woman, individually or in a threesome, before the act became boring. Treating a woman like a physical object got old. I wanted emotion behind the act. I wanted more.
I felt that way with Jessica. We had a deep connection—intellectually, mentally, emotionally. I thought about her constantly. Whenever I walked down the hall or across campus I gazed around, hoping to see her. Our lunches together were the most exciting thing I had to look forward to. Aside from our actual dates, of course.
She was the kind of woman I pictured having a life with. A future with. She was marriage material in every way.
Telling her the truth was terrifying. I was certain my background would scare her off.
But she was far from scared. If anything, she was intrigued by my sexual experience. And when she admitted that she had partaken in wild sexual encounters as well, it made my entire body relax.
I began fantasizing about our next date. What we could do if I accepted her offer to go up to her apartment. But Jessica wasn’t interested in waiting that long.
She pushed me into my office and locked the door. Her full lips were on mine instantly, backing me up with a passionate kiss until I bumped into the edge of my desk. A paperweight wobbled and fell to the floor. I didn’t care.
Jessica broke our kiss and went to her knees. Before I knew what was happening she had my zipper down and was reaching into my pants. My cock was as stiff as steel as she threaded it through the hole in my pants. Her fingers were delicate on the shaft as she gazed up at me.
“I’ve been thinking about this since our first date.”
While maintaining eye contact, she wrapped her red lips around the tip of my cock and slowly gave me a blowjob. I groaned loudly in the office, as loud as I dared without someone outside hearing. That turned me on even more: the fact that we were doing this in public, here in the history building.
Jessica held onto my legs while sucking me off with enthusiasm. Seeing this side of her made me like her even more. She was smart, witty, beautiful… and she had a wild side? It was too good to be true.
She pulled her lips away, ending with a soft kiss on the head of my dick. “What do you want to do to me, Professor?” she asked in an innocent voice.
I wasn’t sure if it was the question or the way she addressed me, but it turned me on more than anything.
I pulled her up and kissed her hard. Her tongue danced into my mouth with a playful moan. I raked my fingers down her thighs until I found the hem of her pencil skirt, then slid it up around her waist. Her ass was plump and firm, and I gave it a passionate squeeze. I had been thinking about this for so long, it felt amazing to finally give in.
I pushed her forward until she fell into one of the visitor’s chairs. My hunger for her was too great to waste time pulling off her panties; I spread her legs and
then pulled her panties aside. Her pussy lips glistened, along with the pink interior between them. A rumble of pleasure escaped my lips.
“You can do whatever you want with me, Professor Karlson.”
It was definitely the way she used my title that turned me on. My entire body shuddered with pleasure as I guided my cock in between her lips, sinking into her pussy in one long motion. Jessica’s mouth opened wide in a silent cry of pleasure, and her eyes widened with it as I filled her completely.
“You feel so good,” she breathed.
“Not as good as you feel.”
“I beg to diff—ohh,” she moaned as I pumped my cock into her. I planted my arms on the chair and she touched me, running her hands over the sleeves of my dress shirt to feel my muscles underneath. Her pussy was tight and wet and felt like heaven with every stroke.
Everything I imagined was right. Sex was so much better when you had an emotional connection to the woman. Jessica was hot, but she was more than just a physical body to me. She was a woman I knew. A woman I cared about.
It made all the difference in the world.
I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the chair into my arms. I turned and sat where she had just been, on the edge of the chair so she could ride me while planting her feet on the ground.
“Oh, Professor,” she moaned.
I wrapped my arms around Jessica and kissed her as we made love.
29
Jessica
Seeing Dominic finally let loose was amazing. He wasn’t the quiet, bashful professor I thought he was. It was like opening a cage and watching a tiger bound free. He fucked me in the chair, then picked me up—with shocking ease—and sat down so I could ride him. But rather than just cowgirl, he sat up straight and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close while kissing me.
The way I fit into his embrace made me feel like the most special woman in the world.
