by Jamie Knight
I remembered a couple of my frat brothers, Brett and Steve, sweating and panting clumsily as they helped me get the desk off the forklift and into the room. We looked like the Three Stooges, I was sure.
I found a regular chair from one of the classrooms to put across from the desk. Behind the desk were book shelves filled with dissertations, textbooks, and other self-help books that had served me well over the years. And they also gave me the chance to introduce my students to other realms of thought outside of a classroom setting.
But I knew that what Izzy and I were going to be doing would hardly qualify as studying.
I laughed at the thought of us studying. Yes, I would become a student, but it wouldn’t have anything to do with academia. Ever since I had gotten a taste of it, the only thing that I was interested in studying was every inch of Izzy’s body.
After I had tidied up, stacking the papers scattered across my desk into a neat pile and putting them on the edge of it, I absentmindedly stared at the poster that I had found in my second year of college tossed in a pile of junk from a student who had been kicked out of the school.
The poor guy had just sat there, looking sad. I asked if I could have the poster and he nodded, not even bothering to look up. Ironically, it was a picture of a cat holding onto a tree branch with the caption “Hang in there”.
I folded my arms and leaned back against the desk, resting my butt on the edge of the desk, smiling nostalgically back to those days when it was hard. My smile faded as I remembered that Izzy was probably going through much of what I had been going at that time and I felt a twinge of guilt.
Here I was, eagerly preparing to ravish her, when what she probably really needed was the study session that I had promised her. I made a mental promise to myself that I would schedule an actual study session with her so that I could make sure that she kept up her academic success.
Five minutes had gone by and I didn’t see her. After ten minutes, I started to wonder if she had changed her mind.
I was just about to give up on the idea of her coming and head back to the classroom when I heard a soft knock on the door.
My heart fluttered, and I let out a relieved sigh. I couldn’t believe how much I had been looking forward to seeing her.
And now, here she was.
I opened the door, looking out into the hallway to see if there was anyone around. The hallway was deserted. It wasn’t uncommon for me to have students in my office for private study sessions, but this was no ordinary session.
And for what I had planned, I would rather anyone not notice that she had come into my office.
I greeted her sweetly, locking the door behind her as she entered. We stared at each other for a moment, time seeming to stand still. I wanted to rush toward her, take her into my arms, and rip her clothes off of her, but the way that she stood there, uncertainly looking at me and surveying the room, I waited, just watching her silently. She slowly inched her away toward the desk, her eyes darting from wall to wall.
“I guess you didn’t have enough clout to get a room with a view, huh?” she asked, her voice playful and light.
I smirked, rubbing my neck.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry,” I told her, apologetically.
She moved closer to me, leaning her body into mine.
“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s probably for the best that we don’t have a window. That means that we won’t have an audience.”
I was itching to take her. I could feel the heat rising from my neck.
“I want to make love to you,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her ear and neck softly.
She wrapped her slender arms around my neck, pulling me in closer to her to relish every kiss that I placed gingerly on the side of her face and neck.
I stepped away from her slightly, bringing her body into full view. I slowly peeled off the t-shirt that she was wearing and stared admiringly at her topless body. She folded her arms across her chest and I pulled her arms away.
“No,” I told her firmly. “I want to see all of you.”
She reluctantly unfolded her arms, exposing her full, firm breasts, her pink nipples growing harder the longer that we stood there. I cupped my hand under one of them, her warm, soft skin squishy in my grasp, bulging between the gaps in my fingers.
She moaned, her plump pink lips vibrating slightly. Not wanting the other breast to be left unattended, I gave that one a gentle squeeze, too. I leaned down and pulled off her short, plaid skirt, the fabric crumpling onto the floor around her feet.
Her slender frame looked amazing as she stood there, even under the fluorescent light of my tiny office. Her dark brown hair looked silky smooth, shaped into a perfect triangle. I ran my hands against her pussy, petting it, rolling the hairs at the end of her pussy lips between my forefinger and thumb. She pulled back, poking her butt out behind her, like my fingers were tickling her. They probably were.
I could tell that she was getting turned on as she tried to clamp her legs around my hand. I pried her legs open with both hands, giving her a warning look to keep them open. She didn’t try to resist. She opened her legs wider, letting my fingers wander into her pussy, flicking her clit back and forth with my finger.
My mouth watered, wanting to take her pussy into it, but I settled myself with just playing with her. She grinded her hips, circling them to meet the steady thrust of my fingers. Her pussy was getting more slippery by the second, making my dick jump to attention in my confining jeans. I pulled them off with my free hand, not missing a beat in flicking her clit back and forth and pushing my finger in and out of her pussy.
I wanted to stay there, teasing her for hours, but I knew that we didn’t have that long.
I sat down in the chair behind the desk, the cold leather sticking to my bare ass.
“Come here,” I said, beckoning for her to sit on top of me.
She eyed my hard dick standing at full attention, its head swaying back and forth as blood pulsed through it. She leaned down, getting eye level with my dick. She leaned over, pressing her lips against its head, kissing it gently.
She darted her tongue around the head of my dick, making little beads of precum seep out of its tip. She lapped them up hungrily, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she licked and slurped on the tip of my dick.
I watched with desire as she took my whole dick into her mouth, her throat contracting against my cock. I had to look away and pull back a little so that I would blow a wad of cum into the back of her throat.
Her mouth felt so wet and hot, I almost didn’t want to come out of it. But I had another idea that I wanted to try out. I pulled my dick out of her mouth.
“Sit on my dick,” I said to her, leaning back, my rock hard cock pointing toward the ceiling.
She put her hand to her mouth, spit, and put her wet fingers to her crotch, opening her pussy lips, exposing her pearl tongue, hard and slippery underneath her fingertips. She licked her lips greedily, leaning her head back.
She put one foot up on the top of the desk while she balanced herself against me, holding herself up on the back of the chair. She eased her pussy down on my dick, letting out an “ah” as she inched her way further and further down.
I could feel her pussy filling with my hardness. I felt like I filled every inch of her. I lifted her hips up and down, loving the sound of her panting softly and the soft thwack of her butt slamming down against my pelvis bouncing around the small room. She circled her hips faster.
“More,” she begged, her voice raspy and breathless.
I pulled her down with all my might, ramming my dick as far up her tight pussy as I could. There was something about how good she felt that seemed to keep me wanting more. Hearing her begging, whimpering voice accenting each thrust of my hips turned me on. I tried to hold in my excitement, but found myself quickly losing the will.
I groaned, using all of my might to hold on to the orgasm that threatened to erupt from my dick like a fountain.
Izz
y looked back at me, confused. She had a quiet neediness about her. She looked like she was itching for more. Part of me wanted to tease her, to put my dick away, to tell her that she would have to hold out until the next time that we met. But I wanted it badly, too. Maybe even more than she did.
I cleared my desk, letting a pile of papers, a stapler, and a wire basket with pens in them clatter onto the floor. I laid Izzy gently onto the desk, leaning over her, staring into her penetrating eyes. I leaned into her, slowly pushing my dick into her pussy, caressing her face with one hand as she squeezed her eyes closed and pressed her lips together firmly.
I leaned back, thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy, hearing the smacking sound of her ass against my thighs. She moaned softly, reaching her hands up to her nipples, and rubbing them with her eyes closed.
I could tell that she was really enjoying it. Her pussy walls grew tighter against my dick, exciting me so much that I started to go faster and faster, guiding my hard cock further into her pussy, opening her up more to fit my dick like a glove.
There was nothing that I could do about the powerful orgasm that was building inside of me.
“Oooooooo I’m coming,” I said, gritting my teeth to brace myself against the shower of cum that oozed from the head of my dick.
I pulled out my dick, spraying a stream of cum into my hand. I wrapped my other arm around her, her warm skin soft and comfortable against mine while I let the orgasm have its way.
After a few minutes, she turned around and placed a juicy, wet kiss on my lips. She was so incredibly sexy, and I was starting to become addicted to having sex with her. I started toying with the idea of ditching my next class, making up some excuse like I was sick or something, and taking her back to my place for more passionate sex.
But I knew that that would not have been a good idea, for many reasons. For one, I didn’t want to start getting into the habit of running away from my responsibilities.
I had built a legacy on and prided myself on being responsible, doing the hard things, being disciplined, even when I really didn’t want to. And besides, leaving school with a student and going back to my apartment in broad daylight would definitely raise a lot of suspicion.
Common sense won out and I decided that our time together had to come to an end.
“Let’s hurry up and get out of here,” I said, looking at my watch. “The bell is going to ring soon, and the hallways will be filled, so it will be easier to get to where we need to be undetected.”
“Okay,” she said, snatching up her clothing and shoving her arms into her shirt.
We got dressed so fast, it almost looked like a comedy reel. When I was sure that we were both fully clothed, I peeked out the door. The bell rang, and people started to file into the hallway. I told Izzy to head out first and I told her that I would follow. She pecked me on the lips one last time before disappearing out the door. I stepped out into the hallway behind her.
“Dr. Rivers?” came a voice, startling me.
It was Belva.
“Gosh, Belva. I didn’t see you there. You startled me.”
I clutched my chest, waiting for my heart to stop racing.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “I went to your classroom and didn’t see you there, so I was heading to your office.”
She eyed Izzy, who was standing a few feet away, and looked back at me like she wanted to ask me a bunch of questions.
“I just finished a study session with my new intern. Have you met her?”
“I can’t say that I have had the pleasure,” she said, leaning in with her hand extended toward Izzy.
Izzy shook her hand halfheartedly, looking at me like a deer in headlights.
I swallowed a lump in my throat, telling myself to act natural.
“I didn’t even know that you had decided on an intern for this semester,” she said, looking at me like she knew what was going on. But there was no way that I was going to give any confirmation of the idea, if she did have one. Instead, I thought that it would be better to put some distance between Izzy and me for now so that I could focus better on what Belva wanted to talk about.
“Ms. Carson, we need to make sure that everything is ready to go for our next… session…”
I glanced at Belva and noticed her paying extra attention to Izzy. Even though I was talking, she was not looking at me at all.
“What do you want me to do?” asked Izzy, running a hand idly through her wild hair, her cheeks bright red.
“Make sure that you autoclave the instruments before six o’clock. That way, we can get right to work and finish up early enough for you do to whatever it is that college kids do these days.”
She looked like she tried to smile, but only managed to twist her face into a scowl.
“Okay,” she said, and then turned and walked away. She walked so fast, it almost looked like she was running.
“Boy, did she looked flushed,” said Belva, a judgmental tone in her voice.
“Yeah, I think that’s she mentioned probably coming down with something,” I lied.
“And you’re still making the poor girl work? What a dictator.”
I knew that she was joking. And I knew that she had a pretty good idea of what was going on with Izzy and me.
The way that her face was red and with how out of breath she was, it was pretty obvious that she had had a good orgasm. It was pretty undeniable.
I wished that Izzy was better about hiding it. But, then again, I knew that she didn’t really have much practice hiding it, since I had opened up a whole new world for her. Plus, I liked that I had that affect on her. It showed she was mine – I had claimed her.
Belva had just witnessed the afterglow of that.
“Well, I hope that this semester is one that shows you just what kind of professor you are,” said Belva smartly, crossing her arms before walking away.
I couldn’t help but wonder what that comment was about. Part of me also wondered if she didn’t already know what was going on. And even more than that, if she did know, what was she planning to do with that information?
I made a mental note to have a conversation with Izzy the next time that I saw her. I know that we were having a lot of fun and I wanted to keep having fun.
But if people caught on to what was happening between us, it would come crashing to a halt. And more than that, it might mean death to my professional career.
I definitely didn’t want that.
But now that I’d had a taste of Izzy, I knew that I had to have her again and again.
Belva’s comment about my professionalism as a professor echoed in my head over and over.
I liked Izzy. Not only was she amazing and satisfying physically, I knew that she was incredibly brilliant and had a lot of offer. I was going to do my best to make sure that she was just that, even if I had to fuck her for every quiz.
I chuckled to myself thinking about the quiz that she had failed earlier. I rubbed my dick absentmindedly, still thinking about it.
I went back to my office and sat at the desk, figuring that now was as good of a time as any to pick up the mess that I had tossed around the room while in the throes of passion.
I laid my head on the desk, feeling the results of the energy surge that the orgasm had just given me.
I’ll pick everything up after a short nap, I told myself, as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Izzy
“Last night was incredible,” read the text that Jace had sent me as I got ready for my classes in the morning. I glanced over at the phone and then tossed it onto my bed, busying myself with styling my hair in the mirror.
I still couldn’t believe that I was spending so much time worrying about how I looked. But, these past two weeks with Jace had made me look at things completely different. Whereas once upon a time I was overly concerned about getting the best grades, most of my classes had fallen to low As and even a B in organic chemistry. I knew that I should have been more conce
rned about it, but I wasn’t.
It was almost like having mind-blowing sex with Jace had pushed all of that out of my mind, which felt like a good thing. I caught myself cheesing hard at my reflection in the mirror.
It was already exciting having the hottest guy on campus be into me, but the fact that our sex was so addictive made it that much better. The way that he kissed me, taking me up in his arms and holding me, made me weak in the knees every time.
The only thing that really bothered me was that it had to be so secretive. At first, it was exciting, like a forbidden secret that only he and I shared. But, going out with Layla and her dates a few times and being the awkward third wheel made me wish that I could be more out in the open with Jace.
Sure, Layla was kind enough in the past to try hooking me up with guys that she thought would be a good fit. And a couple of them were actually nice. But the only person that I wanted to give that time and attention to now was Jace.
I began to think that I was incredibly into someone who could only keep me as a secret. How was this really any different from being with a married man?
I wished that there was a way around it, but I knew that there wasn’t. And I was getting tired of putting everything in my life on hold while I waited for something that was never going to happen.
I had to put an end to it.
“We need to talk,” I texted back, sighing out a worried sigh as I pushed the send button.
This wasn’t the first time that I had wanted to have the hard conversation with him about not sleeping together. As a matter fact, for the past two weeks, I had tried to find a way to tell him. But it seemed like every time I got up the nerve to even start the conversation, we somehow ended up in bed together.
It was always incredible, and after each time, I quickly forgot about needing to talk to him about not sleeping together. Until the afterglow wore off, that is. And then I’d be right back at square one: wanting to have the conversation with him, but having lost the nerve, trying to figure out when to dive into it.
