by Jamie Knight
My ride home seemed longer than usual. I felt like something was missing.
I sat in the car for a long time, trying to make sense of everything that had happened.
Chapter 9
Izzy
I was a nervous wreck as I tried to get ready for my Friday class with Jace. There was no way that I could call him Dr. Rivers now. Not after everything that we had done together. We had crossed a line and there was definitely no turning back.
It kind of felt strange to me, to be worried about anything other than my grades when going to class. I was rushing to a lecture for a class that I hadn’t even read the assigned text for. That was almost unheard of for me.
I didn’t know how I was going to manage to pay enough attention to the lesson to pass my class. It was the first time that I had ever had that fear. I had always been confident that I would excel at anything that I did.
But, then again, I had just lost my virginity to my professor. Obviously, that was something that had never happened before.
I changed my clothes three different times before finally settling on a jean skirt and a black top. I felt like it was casual enough for class, but classy enough for me to be seen by the first man who I had ever fucked.
I could hear Jace’s voice droning on in a lecture as I stood outside the classroom door.
I took a deep breath before walking into the classroom. I was late. He glanced in my direction, but then turned his attention back to the class and continued his lecture.
I almost expected that he was going to say something about my tardiness, but he didn’t. I guess he was doing a good job of hiding our little secret affair.
“Many of you are doing very well in my class,” he said, his eyes meeting mine briefly and then looking away again quickly. “But some of you might want to schedule some extra study sessions so that you can keep up. And if that’s the case, feel free to reach out to me. I’d love to help in any way that I can.”
I hadn’t seen my quiz grade yet, but it seemed pretty straightforward, so I thought that I had nothing to worry about. I shifted my focus on staying calm, keeping my head down, and hoping that I wouldn’t sweat all over my shirt.
All of a sudden, a paper landed on my desk, swaying back and forth like a feather, before landing directly in front of me.
A B+.
My eyes widened in horror. To most people, this would still be considered a good grade. For someone like me, where every single point could mean the difference between having a stellar academic resume versus being average like everyone else, it meant that I needed to start worrying.
Jace walked through the aisles, still talking, handing out the last few quizzes. He turned and looked at me, raising an eyebrow in my direction, before facing the class and continuing his speech.
“Alright, like I was saying…” Jace said, mild irritation riddling his voice. “If you have any questions or need to see me, I have an open door policy. I believe that all of you have incredible potential. Maybe some of you more than others. But what I don’t want to happen is for you to lose focus on why you are here and all of the hard work that you have done that brought you to this point.”
If I hadn’t been sure before, I knew that that last comment had been directed at me.
I tossed the test to the side, trying to put it out of my mind, pulled out my notebook, and tried to will my mind to focus on his lecture.
But it was almost impossible. When I looked at him, I just kept remembering the hot passionate sex that we had had. When I didn’t look at him, my mind wandered back to his bedroom.
Even with him standing up there in front of the class with clothes on, I just kept envisioning him with alone with me with his clothes off, his arms which threatened to break out of his shirt bare, holding up my legs as he plowed into my dripping wet pussy.
All of a sudden, I could feel the eyes of all the students in my class staring at me. The room was silent.
“Well?” asked Jace, standing in the front of me with his hand extended.
My mind had been so distracted, I hadn’t even heard the question.
“Could you repeat the question?” I asked.
“Well, it wasn’t so much of a question,” Jace said, grinning sheepishly. “It was really more of a joke reference, maybe a bad one, about the experiment that we did the other night.”
My face turned bright red and I tried to hide my face at the mention of the other night. I knew that he was talking about the internship, but my mind was on the freshest memory.
I tried to peek at his face to see if he was still looking at me. He did his best to ignore my response and continue with his lecture.
I blew out a sigh of relief when he went on talking.
Get ahold of yourself, Izzy, I said to myself. A few students looked at me, their eyebrows furrowed in wonder. I hoped that no one caught on to our secret.
I thought that it would be better for me to look at him. That way I could at least attempt to stay focused on what was going on in the class without being caught off guard.
Looking at him only brought up memories of being in his arms, though. I imagined walking up to him while he was in midsentence during his lecture and kissing him. I thought of what it would be like if he leaned me over the desk and fucked me right there, in full view of all the students.
The way that he fucked me, it would be like watching a live porn show. I squeezed my legs together tight, trying to contain the excitement that was being to percolate in my pussy.
“Oh, earth to Izzy,” came Jace’s voice, in a singsong fashion.
The class erupted in raucous laughter.
“What?” I asked, wondering what joke I had drifted away from this time.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, covering his mouth and pretending to giggle.
The rest of the class laughed at his display of silliness. I started to get irritated by him constantly bringing attention to me.
I thought that he would be doing the opposite, trying to keep attention away from me rather than trying to draw more attention to me. I crossed my arms and glared at him for the remainder of class.
Fortunately, class only went on for another twenty minutes before the bell sounded and everyone filed out of the classroom.
“Izzy, see me after class,” said Jace, sitting at his desk and looking at something on his laptop.
Everyone “ooooh”ed like they thought that I was going to get in trouble. The edge in his voice definitely made it seem that way.
A few students stopped by his desk, asking to schedule time for help pulling up their grade. He gave them his card and told them to e-mail him so that he could get them on his schedule.
When the last student filed out of the class, Jace turned to face me, frowning.
“You need to learn to pay more attention,” he said sharply.
I was shocked into silence. I tried to stammer out a reply, but it took me a few minutes before finally finding my voice.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, staring at him, my eyes wide. “You can’t be serious, can you?”
I folded my arms, waiting for him to respond.
“Of course I’m serious,” he said calmly. “The reason why you were chosen above everyone else was because I believe that you have skills that are far beyond those of your peers.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard to focus on lectures and academia when I keep thinking of your dick inside of me.”
I blurted out the words before I had a chance to really think about them. I clapped my hands over my mouth, waiting to hear his response. He just shook his head calmly and stood up from his seat behind the desk.
“None of that matters,” he said, turning the laptop around so that I could see it. He came around and stood behind me.
“What are you doing?” I said, trying to turn to face him.
But he hold my body in place, pointing at the laptop.
“I want you to read this,” he said.
It was an article on organic compou
nds.
“Aloud?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
I started reading.
“Organic compounds are ones which are naturally occurring…” I began timidly, not sure where he was going with this. This was science, after all, not English class.
I felt a breeze on my ass as he lifted up my skirt, exposing my panties. Pushing them to the side, he carefully put his index finger into my pussy.
My pussy gripped firmly around his dick, making me yelp with surprise. I tried to turn again and look at him, only for him to put his other hand against my shoulder, forcing me to stay put.
“What are you doing?” he asked, softly. “Keep reading. You need to be my good little student.”
I could feel his breath in my ear as he groped my pussy, wiggling his fingers inside of me as I gasped. His fingers felt amazing inside me. I couldn’t focus on anything else but his hand. I wanted it to be his cock inside me.
I tried to get my eyes to focus on the computer screen and managed to stammer out one word at a time while his fingers dove deeper into my wet hole. He stretched me open wide, playing with me while I read to him in between ever quickening breaths.
“These…compounds…contain…foundational…elements…which…are…found…in…all…living…organism..”
“There you go,” he said, fingering me faster and harder. “That’s a good little student. I loved how you followed the teacher’s instructions. Now, it’s pop quiz time.”
My heart started beating faster.
“You can’t be serious?” I asked breathlessly.
At that point, I was holding myself up with the desk and pushing myself back to meet the thrusts of his finger.
“I’m dead serious,” he said. “Now, what did the article say about organic compounds in terms of where they are found? And don’t feel any pressure or anything, but this is a quiz that you can swap with your last quiz grade. If you pass, that is.”
I couldn’t breathe. My thoughts were racing. I felt my knees grow weaker with each thrust of his finger, as it swam around in my tight, wet pussy.
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the desk so hard, bracing myself from the shocks of pleasure racing through my body.
“Next question,” came his even voice in my ear. “Where are the most common organic compounds found?”
Had that even been answered in the article? My mind was reeling and my pussy was growing wetter by the second. He reached his other hand around, fishing around inside of my shirt and underneath my bra, rubbing his fingertips against my nipples, making my clit start to pulse with excitement.
“You scream and it’s an automatic fail,” he warned, pressing his hard dick against my ass while his hands went to work inside of my pussy and against my nipple. “You just stay right there and concentrate on answering my questions.”
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
When he saw that I wasn’t talking, he shook his head and sighed.
“Isabel, I know that you can do better than this. You mean to tell me that when your pussy is hot and wet like this, when I’ve got my fingers deep inside of you, you lose your mind? Surely you can find a way to show me just how amazing you are. You are one of the best. Aren’t you?”
He licked the back of my ear, tickling and exciting every nerve ending in my body. My pussy clutched his finger as hot wetness pooled inside of me, pouring out onto his hand.
“I… I… I’m c-coming!” I said, biting my lip to keep from screaming.
A huge gush of cum squirted from my pussy, covering his hand in sticky, wet goodness. He let out a satisfied groan as he rubbed his fingers together, staring at his hand in wild eyed excitement. I clutched the edge of the desk, still gasping for air as I tried to gain my composure.
He pinched my clit and then my pussy hole a little bit more, rubbing the juices between his fingers as if he was savoring them. Finally, he took his hand away from me.
“What if someone would have walked in?” I asked between breaths.
He glanced toward the door before answering.
“Well, they didn’t, which is good,” he said, smiling like he was hiding a secret. “But, I do have some bad news for you.”
I stood up straight and looked at him.
“Oh? What’s that?” I asked, looking up at my him, my arms folded across my chest.
“You know that moment when you came all over my hand?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, that was the moment that you failed the pop quiz.”
I laughed, sure that he must have been joking.
But he didn’t laugh.
“Oh my God! You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Very. I think that it would be a good idea to get in a private study session. I have an hour free this afternoon after lunch. Why don’t you stop by my office then?”
He sat back down at the desk and started typing away on the lap top like nothing had even happened between us just now, or ever.
I mumbled out some sort of agreement, trying to get my legs to move so that I could walk. I felt so wobbly and unsteady, still.
Was he really going to fail me? I wondered, as I struggled to gain my balance.
Everything was a blur of lights and noise. I thought that I was going to pass out or be sick. I leaned forward, hoping that I wouldn’t pitch forward even more and sprawl out on my face.
I took a few steps out of the classroom and ran right into Layla, causing an explosion of papers around us.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, leaning down to help pick up the scattered papers.
“It’s okay,” she said, standing up and peering behind me. “It’s just me. Where ya coming from?”
Layla had on Spandex, like she was just leaving the gym. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her cheeks looked flush. I figured that I probably looked like I’d just had a workout myself.
She squinted at me, like she had a hunch about something, but wasn’t quite sure.
“Oh, I, um, just had organic chemistry,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
I kept my eyes down to avoid her gaze, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to tell that I was hiding something.
“Oh, my God!” she said, almost yelling. “You had sex! I know that look anywhere. Short of breath. In a daze. Confused. I bet if I put my hand between your legs, your pussy would be wet.”
A few heads turned to look in our direction. I pulled Layla to the side, trying to move as far away from that hallway as possible. I definitely didn’t want to get the rumor mill churning before Jace and I had a chance to even figure out what was going on with us. And I definitely didn’t want to draw the wrong type of attention to Jace at the school, which also turned out to be his place of employment, in a position that he had worked hard to get and that I was sure he wanted to keep.
“Not so loud!” I hissed at Layla. “Okay, yes. We had sex. Well, not right now. He just fingered me in class.”
“In front of everyone?” she asked, almost knocking me over when she turned toward me.
“No. Everyone had left already. This was after, almost moments before we literally ran into each other. I guess it was some sort of game of his, to finger me and give me a pop quiz at the same time.”
“Ooooooo!” she said playfully. “So, you’ve got fresh cum in your panties, huh?”
I choked out a laugh, her comment catching me off guard.
“Well, actually, I’m not wearing any panties.”
We both laughed as we walked on to our next class.
“Well, I failed the pop quiz, so I’m going to have a private study session with him later.”
“Ooooo la la,” said Layla, wiggling her fingers at me. I batted her hand away, trying to get serious.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I said to Layla. “I mean, I don’t think that you will, but… you know…”
She patted my arm reassuringly.
“Trust me, honey, I know better than you
think,” said Layla.
She got that same sad, longing look in her eyes that she had gotten when she told me about the professor that she had slept with.
“Yeah, well, everything kind of happened fast…”
“I hope not too fast,” said Layla, winking and nudging me with her elbow.
She chuckled at her own joke.
“I’m being serious,” I said, pulling away from her and looking at her.
“Okay, okay,” she said, putting her hands up in surrender. “I get it. It’s serious. Your secret’s safe with me. And don’t worry about me judging you or anything because I’ve been where you are. Besides, I’m glad to see you finally doing something fun and enjoying yourself. That is what college is supposed to be about, not these boring academics that you like to busy yourself with. Fun.”
After pausing and thinking for a moment, she added, “And it’s not like you’re going to fall in love with the guy, right? That would be messy and stupid.”
She shook her head.
“Yeah, I know…” I said softly.
I understood what she meant and why she said it, especially after hearing about what had happened to her.
But I couldn’t help but feel like part of me wasn’t so sure what was going to happen. I had no crystal ball with which to predict the future.
And even though I could try to tell myself that I wouldn’t let my heart get too caught up in it, I was already wondering if it was too late to stop that from happening.
Chapter 10
Jace
I raced down the hall just as the clock sounded, indicating the end of the lunch hour, wishing that I had more time to get my office prepared for our private study session. I wasn’t quite sure if I could call it much of an office since it was one of the smaller rooms in the school.
The janitor joked that it was only slightly bigger than his storage closet. But I had done all that I could to make it cozy. I had stuffed a large desk and an oversized leather office chair into the room.
