His Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  “What?” I asked, confused.

  “Don’t tell me that… awwwwww! You have a crush.”

  Her comment threw me off guard a little bit and I got flustered.

  “Wait. What do you mean? How did you get any of that from the little bit of information that I just shared?”

  Layla reached up and cupped my face in her hands and smiled. She pulled me close to her and gave me the most sisterly hug that I had ever had.

  “I know that look, the one that you have now,” she said.

  She got a distant look in her eyes and shivered, like a cold breeze had passed through the room.

  “I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, pulling away from her and crossing my arms.

  I was still trying to make sense of my feelings about Mr. Rivers, so I definitely wasn’t ready to open up to Layla about them yet.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to know. I know. I had a situation happen with me during my sophomore year. His name was Professor Charles. He was a mature, seasoned gentleman. That’s what drew me to him,” Layla said.

  I was surprised she had experience in this arena – or, I supposed, surprised that she had never told me about it. Usually she was an open book and a very chatty Kathy. But I guessed this subject of conversation had never come up between us before.

  “And when he reached out and offered private tutoring for math, considering the fact that I was about to flunk out his class, I took him up on the offer,” she continued. “And when, during one of those sessions, his hand found its way under my shirt, I figured that it was the perfect solution to my poor grade problem. What I didn’t expect, though, was to fall completely head-over-heels in love with him.”

  Layla sounded sad all of a sudden and looked like she was fighting back tears. She blinked a few times and cleared her throat.

  “Well, it sounds like a dream come true. What happened?”

  She sighed as if she was in pain.

  “Yeah, it was a dream, but one that turned into a nightmare as soon as his wife came back from sabbatical.”

  “What?” I exclaimed loudly, triggering disapproving looks from shoppers standing nearby.

  I clapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment.

  “Yep,” said Layla, nodding slowly. “Turns out that whenever she left, he acted like he was single. I mean, he didn’t even have a dark mark from where he should have been wearing a wedding band. I knew to look for that. There were no signs that would have warned me.”

  Layla clearly decided that she was done shopping in that store and we left. In fact, we left the whole mall. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make her feel worse; Layla was never the emotional, touchy feely type. She always liked to portray an image of strength and confidence, so I didn’t want to express pity, which I knew would make her even more upset.

  We walked to the car in silence for a while, but I still had questions for her. I couldn’t believe that she, someone with so much confidence and personality, had been on the receiving end of being lied to by a guy. And a professor at that! It made me wonder if she was thinking that the same thing was going to happen between Dr. Rivers and me.

  “I get it. You told me that so that I know not to get romantically involved with a professor. Noted,” I told her.

  “Not necessarily,” said Layla.

  “Oh?” I asked, surprised.

  I assumed that that had been the moral of the story. Now I felt bad for making this all about me.

  “It’s not even the fact that he was a professor that made it bad. It wasn’t even the fact that he was married, to be honest. It was more of the fact that he lied. So, whatever you do, if you decide to get into a thing with this professor or any guy, really, just make sure that he’s not a lying scumbag and you should be fine.”

  As soon as she said that, I remembered the girl I had accidentally spilled my drink on. I knew that even the professor wasn’t married, there was some girl out there who felt some kind of attachment to him.

  The way that that girl had been hanging onto him that night told me that she definitely wasn’t his sister. I decided that it might be a good idea to cool it with the professor or else I could run the risk of doing the same thing that Layla did. And getting hurt in the same way, too.

  I tried to tell myself to like someone else instead of the professor. Maybe Trent? The way that he had been flirting when we were working during the experiment let me know that he was very interested. And he was actually pretty cute.

  But the thought just didn’t do it for me. I seemed stuck on Dr. Rivers. At first I tried to convince myself that I just wanted someone – anyone – to get me out of virgin hell. I felt like the other girls were so much more experienced than I was and that walking around with my v card was like some sign on my forehead that made all of the guys overlook me. I wanted to be accepted, to stop being viewed as some freak of nature that has lived in a bubble her whole life.

  What did a girl have to do around here to get laid?

  But when I was honest with myself, I knew that it wasn’t just about losing my virginity. Like it or not, I had a giant crush on Dr. Rivers. And no other guy could do the trick.

  Layla and I grabbed a burger and shake before heading back to the dorms. I realized I was still making everything about me.

  “That was a real dick move for your professor to pull on you,” I told her, in what I’d finally decided was a way to express my disgust at the guy without risking displaying pity for her. It seemed like a much safer bet than saying “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  “Sure was!” Layla agreed, with her chin jutted out, and I knew I had found the right choice of words.

  It was almost ten o’clock and, even though it had been a busy day, my mind just kept working, thinking about what Layla had said.

  And about Jace Rivers.

  He was so incredibly sexy.

  I could feel my nipples getting hard as I remembered how great he smelled standing next to me in the classroom. I wished that he would have bent me over the table and fucked me.

  I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep thinking about Jace and how incredible his dick might feel inside of me.

  I walked into the bathroom stall of the dorm room, checking to make sure that no one else was inside. I locked the door behind me and quickly slipped out of my clothes, kicking them in a pile in the corner.

  I turned and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I liked my firm, round breasts and slim shape. I started rubbing on my pussy, parting the lips while I slipped my finger into my wet center. I lifted my finger to my lips, tasting my own juices, and wishing it could be Dr. Rivers who was tasting me.

  I slipped my fingers back into my slick hole, groping inside of myself, pushing my fingers all the way into my pussy as far as they would go. I gasped, feeling my finger going deep inside.

  Then I propped my foot up on the shower stall, opening my legs wide. I imagined Jace’s face buried in my crotch, his tongue roving all over every inch of my pussy. I would pull his hair and push his face harder into my pussy, creaming all over him like a glazed donut.

  I would kiss him, licking all my creamy cum off of his lips and chin, moaning greedily while I slurped up every drop of my own delicious goodness. I rammed my fingers into my pussy, pretending that my hand was Jace’s dick, pumping in and out of my pussy, first slowly, then faster and faster.

  I would grip his arms, trying to brace myself so that I wouldn’t fall over as my legs trembled while his fingers danced inside of my wet pussy. I circled my hips, wishing I was moving them all over Dr. Rivers’ hot, hard body.

  I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the exciting sensation, playing with my juicy center. I could feel the excitement building as I opened my legs wider, pushing my fingers as deep as they would go into my pussy with one hand, flicking the fingers of my other hand back and forth against my dripping pussy.

  I bit my lip as I felt the orgasm mounting, ending in a cr
escendo of waves flowing from my vagina. I had to stifle a scream, clapping my legs together hard as I felt the orgasm pulsing through my body. I stood there for a moment, holding onto the railing, hoping that my legs wouldn’t give out beneath me.

  I ran the shower so that I could clean the sticky wetness from between my legs and down the drain, enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading down my naked body. Then I wrapped my towel around me tightly and checked the hallway to see if anyone was around. Once I was sure that it was clear, I tiptoed back to my dorm room.

  My body was still buzzing from the orgasm and hot shower. I felt good.

  At the same time, part of me felt guilty about fantasizing about my professor, one who has a girlfriend or wife, at that. I knew that I needed to do something about how I was feeling before it made me do or say something that could ruin everything. I didn’t want to be sitting there drooling during class or the internship, either, because I kept imagining him fucking me.

  I tossed and turned for a while before I finally gave in to sleep.

  I was no closer to finding a way to avoid my attraction to Jace. I just wanted to give into my feelings and be with him, whether he was my professor or not. In fact, I was just plain screwed, and it was about time I admitted it.

  Chapter 7

  Izzy

  “I hope that everyone has had a chance to study and take good notes because today is the day of the dreaded pop quiz,” announced Dr. Rivers, from the front of the room.

  Everyone groaned and someone in the back of the room swore. Mr. Rivers kept looking toward the door. I assumed that he must have been wondering the same thing that I was: where was Trent?

  He was usually the first face that I saw when I walked into the classroom, either with him standing at the front door or at the desk. It seemed odd. But I was surprised to find myself relieved that he wasn’t there.

  I didn’t feel disappointed that he wasn’t there. The more that I thought about the weird way that he had flirted with me during the first day of my internship, the more uncomfortable I felt. And it wasn’t just because I was into Dr. Rivers. Trent was just creepy.

  Class started, and Dr. Rivers handed out the quiz. I stared down at my desk while he passed out the papers. After we took the test, he put us into pairs to start a research project that he was assigning us.

  “I really wish that Trent was here because this is his area of expertise, but we will get this started and maybe he can pick it up along the way,” Dr. Rivers said.

  I was able to avoid really looking at Mr. Rivers during class since he wasn’t giving a lecture, but when class was over, he asked me to stay after.

  “We can meet at six pm, here, this evening,” he said. “Are you ready to kick it up a notch?”

  “I’m not quite sure what that means, but I’m ready,” I said.

  He smiled at me.

  It was such a sweet, sure smile.

  I floated back toward my dorm room, not able to think about anything else other than seeing him later that night.

  I knew that it was supposed to be all educational and professional, but that didn’t stop me from ransacking my closet in an effort to find the sexiest outfit that I could. I laughed at myself for acting like I was getting ready for a date rather than going to an internship.

  It wasn’t like I had anything extremely fancy to wear, anyway. I had packed clothes that were meant to keep me clothed to study. You didn’t necessarily have to be a fashion queen for that. I settled on a pair of jeans and a tank top that hugged my curves in all the right places.

  Even though I had been scolding myself for my fantasies about Dr. Rivers, his erection at our last session had been undeniable. So, there had to be something about me that turned him on. I shook my head at myself, trying to figure out why I was hell bent on playing with fire.

  My heart quickened at the thought of how exciting it was, though. How hot it was that I could make him that hard. How obvious it was that he wanted me.

  When I showed up to the internship, I noticed that Trent wasn’t there, either. I couldn’t help but feel a bit excited that it would be just Dr. Rivers and me.

  As I walked through the door, he looked up from his notes and smiled at me.

  “Well, hello there,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Unfortunately, I just found out that Trent fell off of curb and broke his ankle. Apparently, it was pretty bad. From the sounds of it, he’s going to be out for the rest of the week and may not be coming back to research for a while. I feel bad for him. I think that I’m going to have the class sign a get well card for him and take him some balloons to cheer him up. He sounded pretty disappointed.”

  I frowned. I felt bad for him, too. I broke my arm when I was younger, and it was in cast for a month. It was the most painful and inconvenient experience that I had had. But, at least I could still walk.

  “That’s too bad. Tell him that I hope that he feels better when you talk to him next.”

  “Will do,” he said. “So, for now, it will just be the two of us.”

  I got a little worried. Yes, I was still more than a little excited. But my logical side always took over.

  “Is this going to be okay for us to continue the internship? I mean, I will do my absolute best, but Trent knows his stuff,” I said.

  Jace got a soft, kind look in his eyes and smiled at me.

  “I’m not worried at all. I’m sure that you will pick up what you need to know in no time.”

  I perked up a little, hearing that he had such high confidence in me. But, then, I remembered the bimbo from the night that we met.

  “Well, I guess the other thing I’m worried about is you spending so much time with me and making your girlfriend or wife mad. I really don’t want to make any more trouble for you than I already did.”

  Jace tilted his head to the side, looking thoroughly confused.

  “My girlfriend or wife?” he asked, voicing his confusion.

  “You know, the girl that I accidentally poured my drink on that night that we first met in the club? I girl you were with?” I said, wincing at having to bring up the painful memory of me ruining their date night.

  I looked at his face, trying to figure out if he was really that forgetful or if he was going to try to pretend to be single, like Layla said that the professor that she had been involved with had done. All of a sudden, it looked like a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

  “Right. My wife,” he said, chuckling and shaking his head. “Kate. Well, Kate’s not my wife at all. As a matter of fact, she isn’t even my girlfriend. She was a blind date that Trent had set me up on. So, you actually had witnessed our first – and last – date.”

  I couldn’t help but feel relieved to hear him say that. But I pushed even further, feeling bold for some reason.

  “So, there is no Mrs. Rivers who could come crashing through the door at any moment yelling at us?” I asked, hoping that my voice took on a light, nonchalant feel, which was my intention but which I was finding hard to pull off.

  “That’s right,” he said, while shaking his head slowly and peering at me questioningly. “Not that you asked or even really care, but I dropped Kate off at home that night and told her that based on how childish she had acted, she didn’t have to worry about hearing from me again. And that, if she didn’t change her behavior, she was not going to find someone who would appreciate the good things about her.”

  Hearing him say that made me really start to admire him. He knew what it meant to be a gentleman and, even when he had every reason to treat Kate poorly, he still rose above it. I felt a little flutter in my heart.

  “Needless to say, it doesn’t matter what she thinks,” he continued, pausing like he wanted to choose his next words carefully. “Would it make you more comfortable if there was someone else here with us?”

  His face looked worried as he waited for my response. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. I could tell that he was nervous, probably kicking himself for not asking th
e question before we were already alone.

  “No, I’m totally fine,” I said, smiling at him reassuringly. “I accepted this internship because I wanted to expand my educational outlook in a way that I hadn’t already. Most students could only dream of an internship of any kind before graduating and here I am, lucky enough to be in this one. I really want to thank you again for this opportunity and for believing in me.”

  I stood, waiting for him to speak. He blinked a couple of times, like he hadn’t expected that response. He looked truly relieved.

  “Well, good,” he said, clapping his hands so loudly, I jumped. “Why don’t we start setting up the beakers for our experiment today?”

  I walked over to the table along the wall, where the beakers and chemicals were, and I lined them up along the table. We worked in silence for a while.

  It was nice just being around him. And I could tell that he liked being around me, too.

  “Alright,” he said, his booming voice sounding in my ear. “Let’s get this experiment going, shall we? Now, the chemical compounds found in some of our basic household products have been known to cause untold damage to different forms of life from animals, bacteria, and even humans. Let me show you something.”

  He leaned over and poured a clear solution from a vial over a Petri dish that had a piece of ripped pink construction paper on it. The paper darkened and crumpled up like a fire had been thrown on top of it.

  “Whoa! What was that you just poured on there?” I asked, clutching my chest in surprise.

  “That was a cleaner called Super Clean sold in some stores here,” he said.

  I knew the product and had used it myself a couple of times at home. I almost thought that he was pulling my leg.

  “Really?” I asked, hoping that he was telling some sort of joke.

  “Yes, really,” he said. “And so then, the question becomes, what else is on our shelves? So, this experiment will be us testing regular household products and seeing how they interact with other compounds and substances. We will record the results and see what we find. I will need to sterilize some of these test tubes so that we don’t compromise the integrity of the experiment. Can you hand me those down there at the end of the table?”