by Amy Brent
“I’m not entirely stupid,” I said with a smile. “Markle didn’t leave that paper in the desk. Trust me, even though he’s old as the hills and probably hasn’t had an erection since the sixties, he’s still a guy. He would never leave that behind.”
“Are you accusing me of planting that paper in the desk to seduce you?” she asked, putting a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. “Professor Moss, you’re giving me far too much credit.”
I picked up a dish rag and wiped my hands with it as I came around the island. I looped the towel around her neck and pulled her face toward mine. “I think you deserve far more credit than that,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. She tasted like tomato sauce and strong coffee. “In fact, what you don’t know is that when I discovered that you had signed up for the class, I kidnapped old Markle and locked him away. In fact, he’s tied up right now in a closet in the spare room.”
“You’re a wonderful teacher,” Jude said, nipping at my chin. “But you’re a lousy liar.”
“I may be a lousy liar,” I said playfully. My fingers started undoing the buttons down the front of the shirt, exposing her gorgeous breasts and stiff nipples. “But I am a great fuck in the shower.”
“Ooh… I love to fuck in the shower.” She cooed the words as her hand slid inside the boxers to free my rigid cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and started moving slowly back and forth.
I sighed in her ear. “Spaghetti… Coffee… A gorgeous man with a big cock… What a perfect way to start the day.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Jude
To say that the time I spent with Holden over the following few weeks was an adventure would have been a gross understatement of fact. He was an incredibly smart, incredibly creative, incredibly energetic teacher, and I was the willing, hungry, passionate student. He was an amazing master and I was totally and completely, the teacher’s pet.
We did everything two consenting adults could possibly do to pleasure one another. We tried every position, performed every act, acted out every fetish, every little quirk, nothing was off limits between us. I thought I’d done it all sexually until I met Holden Moss. No holds barred, nothing was too outrageous, that was the deal we made that first night. Don’t be afraid to ask, whatever you want. If it brought intense pleasure—and didn’t break a number of state and local laws—we were both willing to give it a try.
We had fucked in every position you can imagine, some I was sure had never been tried before by other less-adventurous couples. We were writing our own Kama Sutra: him on top, me on top, me on top facing the other way, him behind me, standing up, sitting down, lying down, legs around his waist, legs around his ears, sixty-nine, upside down, downside up, and on and on. And we had sex everywhere we happened to be when the mood struck, and the mood struck a lot.
Blowjobs and fucking in cars. Hand jobs in crowded movie theaters. Blowjobs and pussy licking under tables at restaurants and bars, in his classroom, in public restrooms. His place. My place. Motels. Closets. Restrooms. The gym. The football field. It was like we were taking a tour of campus and fucking our way around instead of walking.
Not only was Holden an adventurous and creative lover, he was also tender and caring. Don’t get me wrong, he could be physical and a little rough, but he could be gentle and loving, always putting my needs and satisfaction before his. He was an alpha male with a heart, at least when it came to his little teacher’s pet.
Things were going great until the day I was leaving Holden’s class on a bright fall day, rushing to my car because I had to be at work in an hour. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings so I didn’t see the man standing next to my car until I was almost on top of him. When I saw him, I froze in my tracks. It was Professor Keith Calloway, my former lover, whom I thought had been fired and moved on.
“Hey Jude,” he said, singing the words. He was leaning against my car with his arms folded over his chest. When he saw me, he pushed himself off the car and held out his arms for a hug that I didn’t accept. “Oh, don’t be like that.”
“What are you doing here, Keith?” I asked, clutching my books to my breasts, looking frantically around the lot, paranoid that his wife might be near. “You know you’re not supposed to bother me.”
The one thing I had not told anyone about Keith—not even Izzy or Holden— was that even after his wife caught us having sex in the natatorium pool and the shit hit the fan, he would not leave me alone. Even after I had made it crystal clear that I wanted nothing more to do with him, he still called all hours of the night and showed up at my place unannounced. He followed me around town and sat in his car outside my work. It was like he was stalking me. And every time we spoke he seemed to just get angrier and angrier. He had never outwardly threatened me, but I had sworn out an order of protection that was supposed to keep him at least fifty yards from wherever I happened to be. I had not seen him in months. Now, here he was, leaning against my car with a devious look on his face. Looking into his eyes, those eyes that used to look at me with love and compassion, was like looking into the eyes of a shark.
He pooched out his bottom lip and made a sad face. “Oh, Jude, I’m not bothering you. Aren’t you happy to see me? Haven’t you missed me? I’ve certainly missed you.”
“Keith, you need to leave me alone,” I said, holding up a hand to keep him at bay. “I don’t want any trouble and your wife made it very clear what she’d do to me if she ever saw me again.”
“But that’s just it, my pet,” he said, smiling broadly as he hooked his thumbs in his belt buckle and tapped it with his fingers. “I’m divorced! The bitch kicked me out. She took the house, the kids, everything. But it was worth it. That was the price I was willing to pay to be with you! Now come on, give your old teacher a hug and a kiss.”
He held out his arms again and smiled, giving me the look of an old lover returning for more. I clutched my books tighter to my chest and took a step back. “Keith, I’m sorry about your marriage, but there is no me and you. Not anymore. I never would have gotten involved with you if I had known that you were married and had a family. You lied to me. I would never do that.”
He gave me a sideways look, scolding me with his eyes. “Oh, come on, Jude, you can drop the ‘I’m no home wrecker’ routine.” He took a step toward me and lowered his voice. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you approached me the first time in my classroom. Sitting there on the front row with your nipples poking through your tee-shirt and your short-shorts, pulling the leg aside to show me your beautiful pussy. All those wonderful selfies you sent...” His eyes went to up and down my body. He licked his lips like a hungry wolf. “That beautiful body. Those fucking tits.” He narrowed his eyes to stare at my crotch. He stuck out his tongue and licked the air like a snake searching for prey. “Still shaving your pussy? You know, I can close my eyes and taste your pussy juices on my tongue.”
“Stop it, Keith,” I said, gritting my teeth. I was doing my best to be brave, but he was scaring me. My voice quivered a little. “It was all a mistake. I should not have done that and I’m sorry. I don’t want anything to do with you now. I want you to leave me alone. Please, you have to leave me alone.”
He narrowed his dark eyes at me. Keith was good looking, in a brooding, dangerous sort of way. That was one of the things that had drawn me to him. He had never hit me or did anything violent, but I always thought he had the potential. He was quick to anger and yelled a lot. I watched his fingers flexing into fists at his sides.
“I can’t leave you alone, Jude,” he said, taking another step closer. He was just a few feet away now. We were at the back edge of the parking lot. I was usually late to class and had to find a parking space where I could. I glanced around. There was no one nearby. The closest people were milling around the grass in front of the psyche building fifty yards away.
“Keith, listen to me, what we had, it was fun and —”
“It was more than fun, Jude,” he said, his voice gravelly, almost a gro
wl. “It was everything. What we had, I mean, it wasn’t just the sex, which was fucking amazing, but the connection, the feelings…” He was rambling, almost talking out of his head. I noticed for the first time that his eyes were red. He was sweating. His hands were trembling. I could smell the alcohol on his hot breath. He was high as a kite. Knowing that frightened me even more. A sober, coherent Keith would listen to reason. But I knew from experience that a Keith who had been drinking and smoking dope only listened to his own urges regardless of the consequences.
I forced myself to stand a little straighter. I raised my voice and held out my hand again. “Keith, stop it! It’s over. We are over. I still care about you and I want you to be happy but there’s nothing here now, nothing sexual. I will not sleep with you again. Period.”
He shocked me when he fell to his knees in front of me and reached out his hands. Tears filled his eyes. “Fine, I can accept that, but Jude, please, I have to have you just one more time. Just one more fuck for old time’s sake. Please. I’m begging you. I’ll die if I don’t fuck you one more time.”
Before I could respond he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me down onto the pavement with him, sending my books flying. I tried to scream, but a strong hand over my mouth forced the words back down.
“You fucking bitch,” he growled in my ear. “You think you can just come along and flash that pretty pussy and get whatever you want without worrying about who gets hurt.” He roughly turned me around and put his arm around my neck and squeezed hard. I felt myself starting to black out as his arm cut off my oxygen. I scratched at his arm, fighting to stay awake.
“Fucking whore,” he growled, somehow getting to his feet and pulling me up with him. There was a grassy area next to where I was parked. Twenty yards across the grass was a patch of thick woods. Keith started dragging me toward the trees. I knew what was going to happen if he got me into the woods. He would beat me, rape me, probably hurt me bad. I struggled to break free, but his arm around my neck was like a vice. His right hand had grabbed my right wrist and twisted it behind me. It felt as if my arm was about to break. He ground his crotch into my ass as he pushed me along. I could feel him getting hard already at the anticipation of forcing himself on me. And I was helpless to do anything but allow myself to be forced into the woods until I could get into a better position to fight. Once he turned me around my knee would go for his balls and my fingernails for his eyes. There was no way I was going to make this easy for him.
“Fucking cunt,” Keith growled in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck your ass until you can’t fucking move, you fucking cunt bitch. Come into my classroom and flash your pussy and your tits and ruin my marriage. Hell, you ruined my entire life, you fucking cunt. And I know I’m not the first. And probably won’t be the last. It’s time somebody made you pay. Let’s see how many men will want you when I’m done with you. I’m gonna fucking —”
I suddenly felt myself being jerked backward as the words cut off in Keith’s throat. I was thrown roughly to the side and rolled several times, landing hard on the grass. I heard male voices, angry, threatening. When I finally stopped rolling and was able to look up I saw Holden gripping the front of Keith’s shirt, shaking him like a rag doll. Keith’s nose was bloody. There was blood smeared across the knuckles of Holden’s right hand.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Holden growled, shaking Keith hard enough to rattle his teeth. Keith grabbed onto Holden’s wrists to try and balance himself. He spat blood over the front of Holden’s shirt. Holden hit him again, then looked my way. “Jude? You okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay,” I said, pushing myself up onto my knees. “Please… don’t hurt him…” I put a hand to my throat and tried to swallow. My voice was hoarse. My head was spinning. My knees and elbows were skinned. Otherwise, I thought I was okay.
“Call the police,” Holden said, clamping back on to the front of Keith’s shirt.
“Holden, old pal, come on,” Keith said, forcing a drunken smile as the blood ran from his nose to his chin. “Don’t call the fucking cops. Help me get that bitch into the woods and we’ll both fuck her ass up. Trust me, what she did to me, she’ll do to you! You’re just the fucking flavor of the month.”
“Shut up, you asshole,” Holden growled.
“Oh, come on, man, don’t pretend you’re not tempted. You love that shit, double teaming the girls, gangbanging their fucking brains out… I know you fucking do.”
“Shut the fuck up, Keith,” Holden said, shaking Keith hard again with his teeth gritted and eyes narrowed. “You don’t know shit about me so just shut the fuck up.”
Keith chuckled and tried to keep his wobbly knees from buckling. “I know you well enough, you hypocritical motherfucker. You and that fucking faggot asshole friend of yours, goddamn Wynn Driver. You perverted motherfuckers have used and abused more girls on this campus than anyone. Don’t you act so high and mighty with me, you cocksucking piece of shit.”
“I’m not going to tell you again, Keith, shut the fuck up!” Holden said, shaking Keith hard enough now to buckle his knees. Keith went down hard on his knees and Holden pushed him away, sending him careening backward.
“Motherfucker…” Keith rolled over to his side for a moment, swearing at Holden, then got onto his hands and knees and started puking his guts out. He spat toward the ground and glared sideways at me. “Fucking cunt… this is all your fucking fault...”
Holden told him to shut his mouth, then glanced over at me with his hands in the air. “Jude? Jude? 911? Call them. Now.”
“What? Yes…” I found my purse next to my car and dug out my cell phone and called 911. Within minutes, campus police arrived, then the city cops. Thirty minutes later, Keith was handcuffed in the back of a patrol car with his head resting against the window. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open. The son of a bitch was sleeping like a baby.
“Okay, here’s my card,” the city cop said, holding out his business card between two fingers. “You’ll need to come in and make a formal statement if you want to press charges. Just call me to make an appointment. Otherwise, we’ll just charge him with public intoxication and violating the restraining order and that’ll be it.”
“I… I’m not sure what I should do…” I muttered.
I took the card and slid it into my purse, even though I wasn’t sure I’d be pressing charges against Keith. It was crazy, I know, but I felt responsible for everything that happened.
If I had not targeted Professor Keith Calloway one summer ago, if I had not signed up for his class with the specific intent of seducing my teacher, becoming his pet, maybe Keith would still be married and I wouldn’t be standing here today shaking like a leaf and blaming myself for everything that happened.
Maybe Keith and his wife would still be together.
Maybe he would be going home to his kids every night rather than to some shitty apartment to be alone and drink his problems away.
I should have never set foot in his classroom.
This was all my fault.
Every single bit of it.
“Jude, you okay?” Holden asked, putting a hand on my arm.
“What? Yes, I’m fine…”
“So, you’ll come down and give your statement later?” the cop asked again, giving me a look that only served to make me feel even more guilty.
“I’ll make sure she gets down there later today,” Holden said.
The cop stared at me for a moment, then shook Holden’s hand and headed toward his car. I stood watching with tears in my eyes as the police car pulled away with Keith slumped in the back. Keith didn’t woke up and I was glad. I didn’t want to look into his eyes again. I felt bad enough for everything I’d done to him.
“Jude, it’s okay, he’s not going to bother you again,” Holden said, putting his arms around me and pulling me close. I did not put my arms around him. I just stood there like a limp noodle with my arms dangling at my sides, wondering how many other m
en I’d hurt in my silly quest to be teacher’s pet.
There was one thing I knew for sure.
Professor Holden Moss would be the last.
CHAPTER TWELVE: Holden
It had been nearly a week since I had seen or talked to Jude, not since the day Keith Calloway attacked her in the parking lot after my class. If I had not been coming out of the psyche building at the same time Keith was dragging her toward the woods—and had not spotted them across the way— things might have turned out very differently. And very badly for Jude and for Keith, who I recalled as being a fairly decent guy before becoming obsessed with Jude.
Like a lot of professors—me and Wynn included—Keith had a reputation of being a major pussy hound. It was hard not to be a swinging dick when you were surrounded by hot, willing coeds all day long.
Jude was not the first student he’d had sex with and probably wouldn’t be the last. Keith was a good-looking guy with a great personality when he was sober. I just hoped his next employer was made aware of his psychological issues and legal problems before exposing him to another field of female students.
I sort of felt sorry for the guy, but his problems could not be entirely blamed on Jude. From a psychological point of view, Keith was an obsessive compulsive with narcissistic tendencies. He zeroed in on Jude and let his own obsession for her devour him. It wasn’t her fault Keith had flipped his lip over her, no more so than any other innocent girl or former girlfriend who was now the victim of a deranged stalker, which, at the end of the day, is what Keith had become.
