Extra Credit: A Dirty & Diverse Novella

by Zaida Polanco

  I clear my throat, praying to all the deities for patience. “Claire, it seems like maybe you shouldn’t be doing this, especially not in here.”

  “Oh please, you think I don’t know how often you’re in here doing the same thing?”

  Ah shit.

  “Claire, please,” Ben starts, but she silences him with a hand over his mouth. Oh no this girl didn’t.

  Alexa, play ‘Don’t Mess with my Man’ because I’m about to hurt her feelings.

  There’s a million different scenarios running through my head, but before I can settle on a plan, Claire jumps off Ben’s desk, making sure to brush up against him as she does.

  “Since it doesn’t look like you’re leaving,” she says, with a pointed look at me, “I guess I have no choice but to come back. Remember what I said, Professor.”

  She strolls past me in a cloud of perfume and terrible life choices.

  Ben stares up at me, that panic still in his eyes.

  “Baby, my god, you know nothing happened, right? This is the second time she’s done this, but I think I’m going to have to go to the dean.”

  “Second time?” I ask, confused. I’m pretty sure he didn’t mention the first time.

  He checks his watch and curses, standing up and gathering his materials. He rounds the desk and comes to me, placing his hands on my cheeks and tilting my head up to look at him.

  “Lina, do you trust me? Do you trust that I’d never do anything to hurt you, and that I love you more than anything?”

  “Of course,” I whisper, and it’s true. I really do. I’m not pissed about this Claire thing, not at Ben anyway. He can’t help being so goddamn sexy and—

  “Baby girl, I see your eyes glazing over like you need something and I fucking love how excited you get, but we’re going to have to take care of that ache a little later, okay? We’ve got to go.”

  “Fine, fine,” I say grumpily, “lead the way. But I expect countless orgasms tonight,” I demand. He raises an eyebrow and laughs, because we both know good and well that he delivers countless orgasms every night.

  Ben

  “I’ve been in a romantic relationship with Ms. Vasquez for three months. She’s a student in one of my classes and, though I have not graded any of her coursework, I understand this does not present a great picture. So, effective immediately, I’d like to resign from my position as a professor at this school.”

  I take a deep breath and exhale, already feeling much better about the situation.

  Dean Phillips stares at me blankly from over his thick glasses, while I can feel Lina’s confused gaze on me as well. I give her hand a squeeze but offer no more information.

  There’s just no way I could let Claire ruin everything Lina has worked so hard for. When she forced her way into my office, she threatened to expose my relationship with Lina unless I gave into her demands. Her demands which were romantic and sexual in nature.

  So, instead of waiting for this clearly unhinged person to blow the whistle, I decided to do it myself. Removing myself from the situation means Lina should remain relatively unscathed and it won’t affect her last semester or her grad school applications.

  This was the only way to do it. I know she’ll be upset that I didn’t consult her first, but there was no time to run it by her.

  Finally, Dean Phillips clears his throat and speaks. “Professor Fairbanks, I appreciate you coming to tell me about this relationship, and I’m very sorry you’ve been put in this position.”

  “Respectfully, however,” he continues, “I do not accept your resignation.”

  He stills my protest with a hand raised.

  “Woodburgh is small, as you know. While the administration does not encourage fraternization between students and faculty, we are aware that it’s a fact of life in such a small dating pool. It sounds to me like you and Ms. Vasquez have taken care to keep your working relationship appropriate. With the semester almost over, I see no reason why we should lose you as a professor over this.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I glance over at Lina, expecting her to be angry with me, but there’s just pure joy radiating from every part of her. God, I love her.

  “Dean Phillips, thank you so much,” I start.

  “Just one caveat, which I believe you’ll find manageable in these last few weeks of the semester. Professor, we’ll bring in a substitute to take over the rest of the class where Ms. Vasquez is a student, if that’s alright?”

  I’m hit with a fresh wave of gratitude that I won’t have to quit my job and can finally go public with my girl. It’s perfect. It’s amazing.

  Lina’s nodding for me—she gives my hand a squeeze to prompt me into answering the dean, but I’m pretty sure my smile gives me away because he makes a final note in his notebook and shuts it.

  “Well then,” he says, with a tone of authority, ”I hope you lovebirds have a wonderful holiday. Professor Fairbanks, please send me the rest of your lesson plans. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for a prior engagement.”

  He leaves us sitting there in his office. I look over at Lina and she’s already staring at me with hearts in her eyes.

  “Did that just happen?” she whispers.

  “I think so,” I say. “Now what do you say we go home and enjoy our afternoon off?”

  Epilogue - Lina - Eight Months Later

  “Why did we decide to move to a building without an elevator?” I ask, as we make our way up to our new 4th floor walkup.

  Ben chuckles behind me. “Hey, you’re the one who insisted on moving to an apartment.”

  “Yeah yeah, shut it.” He’s never going to let me live that one down. When I got my acceptance to U of Chicago, Ben formally accepted a teaching assignment at Depaul University not too far away. Initially, we weren’t sure if he’d be able to get a job in time for my move, so we were braced for some long distance. Thankfully, he was able to find work for the fall semester, and we of course decided to move in together. However, I insisted that we get a place that I would be able to afford half of on my grad student stipend. Which meant Ben’s grand plan of buying us a house was put on hold for now. I love our new place, even though it’s been a few days and the stairs are still terrible.

  Once we get inside, we set down our groceries and Ben immediately hoists me onto the kitchen counter, taking my mouth in a punishing kiss. When we break away, I’m breathless and I don’t think it has anything to do with the stairs. How is it that he can still affect me this way? I have no clue, but I’m grateful for every minute we spend together.

  “What’s going through your head, lady?”

  I smile and pull him closer to me, wrapping my spread legs around him. “Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.” I watch his eyes go liquid before he gives me a little cocky smirk.

  “Sweetheart, I’m the lucky one here. You’re so perfect, I need to get my mouth on you.” And then he’s pushing my simple dress up over my thighs. I make a half-hearted attempt at resisting.

  “I’m so sweaty right now,” I protest. And it’s true. We’ve been running around all day picking up supplies for the new apartment and unpacking as much as possible. As expected, Ben just shakes his head and squats down between my thighs. He buries his face in my pussy and inhales deeply. My dirty man. His exhale tickles me and I squirm. Just his reaction to my scent is almost enough for me to come. He’s so fucking sexy and primal when he gets like this. I just want to rub myself all over his face.

  Ben looks up like he knows what I’m thinking, as he runs his thumbs beneath my panties, slowly spreading my lips and revealing my incredible wetness.

  “Baby girl, does it look like I give a shit that you’re sweaty? You’re so fucking perfect to me, you smell so goddamn good. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  “Well, you better get to it,” I say, before tugging my panties out of his way. And boy, does he get to it.

  Ben - Two Years Later

  It’s my 40th birthday, and by all acco
unts I should feel old and over the hill, whatever that means. Instead, I’m getting my dick sucked by my gorgeous, horny girlfriend in the back of the private town car we hired for the night.

  I glance down at her and I swear, I’m the luckiest bastard in the world. Lina catches me looking and smiles up at me, taking my cock even further into her sexy mouth. She swallows around me, then hums as she works her way back up. I’m so close, I tap her chin to signal to her that I’m near the edge. She just moans and takes me in again, using one hand to jerk the exposed part of my cock while her other hand reaches up to grip my balls.

  And I’m gone, exploding into her mouth and releasing what feels like a torrent of come down her throat. “Fuck, you’re so hot baby, that’s right, take all of me, take it,” I rasp, and she gives me one final suck before releasing me. She gives my balls an extra squeeze and a dribble of come escapes my tip. It feels like I might die from how good it feels, especially when she sticks her tongue out to clean me off and I see it’s still milky with my come.

  Satisfied with how thoroughly she has destroyed me, Lina rejoins me on the seat and takes a sip of water. She looks completely unruffled and gorgeous, even though she was just choking on my cock less than five minutes ago.

  “Happy birthday, baby,” she says, before capturing my lips in a kiss.

  “Hold on, I’m still trying to come back down to earth,” I tell her.

  She reapplies her lipstick, the only part of her that got slightly mussed during the blow job from heaven. “Take your time, babe, but we are almost at the restaurant.”

  The thought of what I’m about to do once we get to the restaurant sends a thrill through me and pulls me out of my dazed state. I right myself, tucking my spent cock back in my boxers and tucking in my shirt before re-doing my suit pants. She thinks we’re just going out to a nice restaurant to celebrate my birthday. But I’ve been planning a surprise that will end with me down on one knee at the end of the night.

  Making her my wife is just a formality at this point, since she owns me in every important way. She finally let me buy us a house last year, and I made sure to put her name on it. She finished her master’s last month and starts a new job soon. We’ve started talking about trying for kids at some point in the next few years, and I can’t wait. But, before that, I want to stand up in front of our family and friends and proclaim my love for this woman. We initially felt like it was too early to fall in love within two weeks of knowing each other, but I’m so glad we trusted our instincts, even if it was difficult at times.

  The car pulls up to a stop outside the restaurant, and Lina turns to me, that brilliant, intelligent gaze on me, and gives me a smile.

  “You ready, Professor?”

  Yes, yes I am. I grab her hand and help her out of the car, leading her toward the restaurant and the rest of our lives. All in all, it’s a pretty great birthday.

  Thank you!

  Hi reader, thank you so much for checking out this sexy little story. Sometimes you just get a craving for something short, sweet, and over the top—I hope this hit the spot!

  You can look forward to more steamy stories in this Dirty & Diverse series, including a novella featuring Ben’s friend Dev, plus Ashley’s story.

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