Extra Credit: A Dirty & Diverse Novella

by Zaida Polanco

  Okay, here we go. Don’t fuck this up, Fairbanks.

  “Lina,” I croak, and fuck me, is that my voice? I clear my throat and try again. “I have never in my life fallen for someone the way I’ve fallen for you. This feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My feelings for you are already more intense than any relationship I’ve ever had. And those feelings developed in a fraction of the time. I’ve mentioned it already, but I need to stress just how terrifying that is for me.”

  She nods. I study her for a moment, watching her control her breathing as she takes deep meditative breaths to stay centered.

  “I told myself I was trying to take things slow for your sake, but really I think it was for my sake so I wouldn’t have to acknowledge the fact that I was head over heels for you from day one. And that wasn’t fair to you. To be clear, I was holding back partially because I thought you’d be scared off. But it was also because I was cowardly.”

  She shakes her head. “Ben, you’re not cowardly. I’m sorry for pushing you. I’ve just been a little crazy about you and my brain kind of turns to mush when you’re around.”

  I close my eyes, relishing the ribbon of tension that unfurls in me when I realize she’s understanding what I’m trying to say. I decide to take a chance and push my luck. I pat the cushion next to me. When she slides over with no hesitation, I feel like I just won a gold medal.

  After making sure that she’s comfortably tucked into my side, with my arm gripping her tight, I bury my nose into her wild hair, and inhale her addicting scent. God, I want her. Forever.

  “I want you. I fucking need you. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes when you almost walked out earlier.” At that proclamation, she turns to look up at me, laughter in those gorgeous eyes.

  “You’re ridiculous,” she says with a smile.

  I shrug. “Maybe so. But I promise I won’t let my fear prevent us from moving forward ever again.”

  She scrunches her nose.

  “What?” I ask.

  “It’s just that... your promise isn’t really realistic now is it? You’ll probably make a mistake because you’re human.”

  She does have a point, even if it’s kind of ruining my heartfelt moment.

  “How about, you promise you’ll try to at least talk to me when you feel like the fear is guiding your actions or emotions? Does that make sense?”

  “Perfect sense.”

  She beams at me, a full smile, all teeth, a trillion watt smile that hits me right in the chest.

  “I might as well tell you about my current fear then,” I say. She raises an eyebrow.

  “I want to make love to you, but I’m pretty scared that I’m going to come in less than three seconds once I’m finally inside you. Whew, that feels good to get off my chest.”

  She chuckles and shakes her head. “I don’t want you to feel like... you know... like we have to do that now or anything. I can wait. It was just important to me that we talked about this now. But I seriously can wait.”

  I know she can.

  “Yes, but I can’t, baby girl. Now let’s get your sweet ass upstairs.”

  Lina

  After practically chasing me up the stairs, Ben becomes achingly tender once we fall into his bed. I’m so revved up, part of me doesn’t want to take it slow. That’s the part of me that would have been perfectly happy with us just fucking on the couch downstairs. I’m trying my damndest to not let that part of me make decisions. Horny bitch.

  Thankfully, it seems that Ben has way more self-control than I do, although that was clear from the beginning.

  He cradles my head with one hand, using the other to lightly run his thumb over my cheek. It’s sweet, but we’re both still fully clothed and I’m ready to be naked. I reach for the buttons of his shirt and hesitate, not wanting to push. He kisses my hand and nods at me.

  “Go ahead, sweetheart, have your way with me,” he says. Oh, he might regret saying that later.

  His shirt comes off, revealing his glorious and strong chest. I love how his slightly nerdy, buttoned-up package is hiding such a raw and fucking sexy body.

  Ben trails kisses on every inch of my face, purposely ignoring my lips, while I run my hands up and down his chest. Finally, he takes my lips in a blistering kiss. Despite his incredible display of self-control, this kiss is all primal instinct, as we nip and suck and lick and bite each other, the perfect push and pull, our mouths in wonderful sync.

  I memorize the feel of his abdomen, especially as he tenses beneath my touch. I let my hands drift lower and lower. And then there’s his happy trail, my god. That happy trail has basically become my obsession these past few weeks. I love everything about it. It’s too much, too sexy. I just want to lick it, immediately.

  Ben looks confused when I break our kiss and pull away from him, until I gently push him onto his back. I waste no time in trailing kisses from his nipples down down down to his happy trail. I lick it, just that little strip of hair that leads to so much perfection. Ben squirms. He’s a little ticklish here, I’ve also learned. It’s amazing. Still, my sights are set a little lower.

  He helps me rid him of his jeans and underwear, and soon he’s all naked, and all mine. His cock is thick and he’s so hard for me—it sends a surge of wetness flooding into my panties. He’s so fucking sexy. I bring his cock nearly to my lips and then pause, looking up at him.

  “Tease,” he says, but he trails off as I take his thick length into my mouth. He’s long, but I’ve given him a few blow jobs by now and I think I’m ready to take him all the way back. I breathe through my nose and take his cock deeper, deeper, deeper until I feel his tip at the entrance to my throat. I hold it there and glance up, where he looks delirious with desire. Victory. I can’t help it, I love seeing him like this and knowing I’m the one who’s making him react this way. It’s a heady, powerful feeling.

  After holding him in my mouth for a few seconds, I carefully force myself to swallow while he’s back there, moaning because it feels so good.

  He pulls out of my mouth so fast, I’d think something was wrong except I catch a glimpse of his eyes, lust blown and completely focused on me.

  “Baby, I can’t... you’ve got me so close just from having me in that sinful mouth of yours. I can’t... my god, come up here,” he pleads.

  I take my time wiping the saliva that trails from his dick to my mouth. Finally, I sit up and glance down at him.

  “Come up here,” he demands. “Take off that dress first though.”

  Right. I’m still clothed, but thankfully I wore a simple t-shirt dress that I whip off possibly faster than I’ve ever done anything in my life. Ben’s gaze grows even hotter when he sees my new little lingerie set. My bra is all black lace with little pink ribbon accents. It pushes up my tits and makes them look phenomenal. And I’ve got on a matching black thong with a pink bow in the back.

  “Did you wear that for me, baby girl?”

  I nod. “You like it?”

  “I fucking love it, but I hope it wasn’t expensive because I’m going to destroy it. Now get your ass up here.”

  I scoot up to kiss him but he shakes his head. “No baby, I want you to grind that pussy on my face.”

  Oh, oh. Wow.

  I’m... sweet Jesus.

  Before I have a chance to freak out too much about whether I’m too heavy to sit on his face or if that angle puts him too close to my butt, Ben grabs me and positions me exactly how he wants. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t hate having him situate me like that. He tries to be so gentle but sometimes he lets this caveman side out and I love it.

  With his big hands firmly on my ass, he urges me to open my thighs, and then he’s right there, running his nose along my panty-covered slit. He presses kisses through the fabric, and I kind of hate it. Doesn’t he know how much better it would be if I just took these panties off?? He licks the crease of my thigh, and I realize that I’ve started grinding on him, silently urging him to take me. He chuckles and pulls away.

/>   “Patience, sexy girl, patience. I want to savor you.”

  I whimper, and he finally takes pity on me.

  “Baby, pull those panties to the side and show me where you need me,” he growls. I do as he asks, exposing my sopping wet heat to him, squirming as his breath tickles my exposed pussy.

  After the longest tease in the history of foreplay, Ben flattens his tongue along my slit, using his nose to nudge my pussy lips more open as he laps up my wetness. It’s so fucking dirty and hot, and I grind even harder on him. He spears my pussy with his tongue but doesn’t give me a chance to enjoy it before he moves up to my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, swirling and polishing it like a man possessed.

  He pulls away slightly and I look down to see him gazing up at me with a mischievous look on his handsome face. I can tell that he’s covered in my juices and I fucking love it.

  “You’re going to come on my face, baby girl,” he commands.

  I shake my head. “No, no, get inside me.”

  He chuckles and kisses me lightly on my clit. “Trust me, I will, I will. But you’re coming first, and it’s going to be on my face, okay? I need to feel you gushing all around me. Soak me, come all over me, give it to me, okay baby?”

  I whimper and he goes in for the kill, sucking and biting my clit and using his hand on my ass to guide my grinding movements on his face.

  Fuck, I’m close. I can feel the orgasm building up, the pleasure not hazy and gradual but rather a sharp, piercing explosion. He speeds up his movements and I’m grinding hard, so hard.

  “Ben, Ben, that’s it, yes, fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god, don’t stop, oh my god, I’m gonna come...fucking shhhhhit, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m—”

  The wave crests and crashes in an absolutely decadent release. I vaguely register that Ben’s humming his encouragement while he continues to suck on my clit. Finally, I have to stop him and pull away, because he’s about to send me into another orgasm and I’m tired of not having him inside me.

  “Ben, my god, Ben...”

  “Hmm?”

  “That was incredible. My god.”

  I scoot off of him and capture his mouth in a kiss, loving just how wet from my pussy he is. He’s nearly dripping with me and I lick it all up before kissing him again.

  “See how good you taste, baby?” he asks, with that sexy grin.

  “Mmm,” I respond. “Make love to me, Ben, I can’t wait.”

  A quick nod is my only response before he flips me onto my back and yanks my legs open. Yes, yes, yes.

  Ben

  Lina lies back against the pillows, her perfect curls splayed out around her, and I have to take a moment to compose myself because she’s so perfect my chest aches just looking at her.

  Then, she squirms impatiently, and I know neither one of us can wait any longer. I grip my cock, which is hard and dripping, and gently rub it up and down her soaked slit.

  “You ready, sweet girl?” I increase the pressure of my cock against her pussy, groaning as those lips split around me.

  “Yes, please, I’m so ready,” she says, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Right now, I’m not her professor. She’s not a student. She’s a woman. She’s my goddamn woman. And I’d do anything and give up everything to keep her.

  I line the tip of my cock up with her opening, grateful that she’s on the pill so I can feel every inch of her. She looks up at me with such trust, and maybe a hint of impatience. I keep my eyes trained on her expression as I surge forward, allowing myself to get a few inches deep before I stop. She’s been penetrated before, I know, but there’s a difference between fingers and my cock.

  “How you feeling?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s okay every step of the way.

  She nods and gives me one of her heartbreaker smiles. “I’m good, so good. You can move, you know. I can take all of you.”

  “You sure, baby?”

  “Mmhmm, give me all of it,” she whispers.

  And I do. I plunge the rest of my cock into her snug, wet heat, and fuck fuck fuck why did I wait so long? She feels amazing. So amazing. I glance down at her and her face has transformed, her eyes are wide and there’s a little smile on her face, like she can’t quite believe we’re actually doing this. I can’t quite believe it either. It’s too perfect, too fucking good.

  “You feel so big. So hot,” she proclaims, her voice full of awe. “I love it,” she continues, “but you gotta move now.”

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I pull all the way out, almost to the tip, before thrusting back in. She moans, my sweet sexy naughty girl. Goddamn it. Soon, she’s snapping her hips and meeting my thrusts and we’re moving in perfect harmony with each other.

  “Sweetheart, you’re so perfect. I love how tight your cunt is around me. You like feeling me stretch you out?”

  “Mmm, I fucking love it. You feel so good. I’m so close again,” she says. Thank god, because there’s no way in hell I’ll last right now. I’ve been on edge for too long.

  I pull her fingers into my mouth and wet them, then guide them down to where we are joined. “Play with that little clit, get yourself there, I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

  There’s no shyness, no hesitance, as she starts circling her clit just the way she needs it, until her thrusts are erratic and desperate, and she’s making these sexy little whimpers.

  “Ben, Ben... I’m so, oh my god, yes, right there. I’m so close.”

  “Good girl, that’s right, you ready to come for me? Baby, you ready for my come? Hmm?”

  “Mmm, yes, I can’t wait to feel you come inside me. Fill me up. Fuck, oh god, fuck, I’m coming, yes, yes, fuck, I’m coming, I’m—“

  Her cunt tightens around my cock and I’m done. I explode inside her, pumping her full of my come as her pussy milks everything out of me.

  “Yes, baby, yes, you’re so perfect, you feel so fucking good.”

  We ride out the rest of our orgasms until neither one of us can continue. I pull out of her, slowly, inch by inch, and I savor the feel of her pussy gripping me and trying to keep me inside. Once I pull out, I take a moment to look between us, just to see my come dripping out of her. I’m a dirty bastard but I fucking love it.

  She’s watching me with a smile on her face. When I meet her gaze, she rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me. “Perv,” she says.

  I kiss her nose before rolling off of her, pulling her close to me. “Yep. And you love it,” I tell her. She makes a hum of agreement and settles in against me.

  It’s perfect.

  Almost.

  I nudge her chin up so she’s looking at me. I know she’s about to fall asleep and I’m ready to join her too. But first...

  “Lina, I’m in love with you, you know?”

  I expect to feel her stiffen or pull away, but she does neither of those things. She beams at me, her smile warming me from the inside.

  “I know you are,” she says. “And I love you too.”

  She plants a kiss on my lips and settles back into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest.

  I feel like I could fight a bear, climb Everest, swim the English Channel. I’m on top of the world.

  We fall into a perfect sleep.

  Lina

  The rest of the semester flies by in a blur of overnights at Ben’s place, stolen glances in the classroom, and a few... private lessons in his office. He had really wanted to keep our relationship off campus. But, there were a handful of times that I wore something provocative on purpose, just to see how Ben would react.

  I can’t lie and say I regret my actions, even when they involved me hiding under his desk with his cock in my mouth while he talked to a student who stopped by unannounced. That was fun, though Ben might not agree.

  Lately, I feel a bit guilty about not spending as much time with Ashley, but she seems to be going through her own thing and isn’t around much either. The nights I’ve spent at my own apartment in the hopes of hanging out
with my best friend often end with me alone while she’s off doing something mysterious. I definitely need to talk to that girl soon.

  With my grad school applications completed and the holidays coming up, I’m feeling on top of the world. I decide not to go visit my family for Thanksgiving, so Ben and I will be hosting our own private dinner with Ashley and maybe one of her friends as well. We can’t invite many people because our relationship is still mostly a secret. Our plan is to ease people into it next semester, once it will no longer be an issue. Ben’s taken extra care to have his TA grade our coursework, so he can avoid any appearance of impropriety.

  I’m supposed to meet him at his place later tonight, but my class got canceled so I’m left with the next few hours free. After confirming that he’s in his office lesson planning, I head over to Reynolds Hall to surprise him.

  His door is slightly ajar when I arrive, and I don’t think much of it as I knock once and push it open.

  “Guess whose class got—“

  My words die on my tongue while it takes my brain a few precious seconds to process what I’m seeing. Ben’s in his desk chair while a girl I recognize as Claire from class sits on his desk, her legs spread almost obscenely for his viewing pleasure.

  It takes me a beat to register the look of pure terror on Ben’s face. Not terror that he got caught though. No, this is terror that screams ‘help me’ while he tries desperately to avoid touching or looking at Claire.

  She turns to me with a sneer and I’m half tempted to punch her in the jaw. I’m pretty sure that would prevent me from getting into grad school though, so I refrain.

  “Can’t you see we’re busy?” she says, barely sparing me a glance before going back to her failed seduction of my man.

  My man.

  I’m not the jealous type, not usually, but this girl is testing those limits. I know I can’t say anything to her without revealing the nature of my and Ben’s relationship, but god I wish I could.