by Jenna Rose
“Fuck!” he swore, snatching it up and looking at the caller ID.
Dean Warmer
“Fuck!” he roared, louder this time. “Goddamn son of a bitch!”
“What is it…?”
“My meeting with the dean. I almost forgot.”
“Can you skip it?” I pleaded with him. “I mean…it’s not like you have a problem breaking the rules.”
Professor Grey smiled like the devil he was and for a split second I thought he was about to slide inside. But he shook his head and my heart sank.
“I can’t,” he groaned. “I wish I could, but this is—this is very important and can’t wait. I’ll explain later.”
I actually whimpered like a sad puppy as he took a step back and I was deprived of the warmth and the weight of his cock pressed against my little puffy mound. He nodded and took a deep breath.
“You’re coming to class on Wednesday.” It sounded like a question in a way, but was more like he was commanding me.
“Of course,” I smiled. “I’m a good student.”
“Oh, yes, you are, princess,” he said as he tried to stuff his enormous erection back into his pants. In the end, he settled for aiming it straight up against his lower stomach and tucking it into his waistband, leaving his top button undone. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go have one of the most important meetings of my life with a raging hard-on.”
Before I could reply, he leaned in and kissed me the way old lovers did. There was something there beyond the physical. There was trust.
“And I’ll see you in class on Wednesday, princess,” he told me. “And we can finish your exam.”
Chapter Five
Caleb
I was all kinds of fucked up as I stepped out of my office into the hall, doing my best to position my shirt in a way that it would cover up my hard cock. I stuffed my hands into my pockets too, hoping they would blend into my bulge and make it less obvious. But goddamn if I wasn’t still on fire for her.
And I was right; she was innocent. Untouched until she met me.
Her pussy was beautiful, a perfect little mound between her legs, slick with her sweetness. I could still taste her on my lips and tongue.
Lizbeth Brady…I thought. More like Lizbeth Grey.
And I’d been so close. So close to claiming her as mine, taking her right there on my desk—a naughty teacher and a student fucking after class. Hell, I’d even let the class out early, and that was not like me. The first day of the semester was usually when I cracked the whip, worked them hard and let them know who was boss. But when I’d seen her, my princess from the night before, I knew I couldn’t make it another minute, let alone another forty-five.
She was what I was missing. Lizbeth. The missing piece to my puzzle, the final ingredient. She would make me whole. In fact, she already had.
“Hey, Grey!” a voice called out from behind me. I turned to see Mick Wagner leaning casually in his office door, that same shit-eating grin he always had on his face. Mick was a recent hire, an arrogant prick from Stamford brought here to teach comp-sci. He was one of those guys who thought he was better-looking than he was and thought all the girls wanted to fuck him when in reality they just thought he was a creep. “Gettin’ that dick wet yet, buddy?”
“Shut the fuck up, Wagner,” I growled.
“Oooh, touchy,” he chuckled, walking up to me. He pulled out his phone and showed it to me. “You know what this is?”
There was a name: Jennifer, and beneath it, a phone number.
“Congratulations, Wags,” I nodded. “You got a number.”
“Told her we were gonna work on her math,” he smirked. “But really I’m just gonna show her my eight-equals-equals-equals-equals-D, know what I’m saying?”
8====D…
“They teach comedy at Stamford, Wags?”
“Nope. But if they did, I’d have an A in that too.”
“You’re a big A, Wagner. A big asshole.”
The prick just chuckled as I turned my back on him and made my way to the dean’s office. He was gonna get himself in trouble with behavior like that—probably fired within a year, two tops. From the way he talked, I sometimes wondered if he’d taken his teaching profession just to have access to girls.
He was obnoxious, but I’d forgotten about him by the time I turned the corner. All I could think about was her.
I wanted to please her.
I wanted to introduce her to all the pleasure she’d never experience—to slide my fat cock inside her virgin pussy, stretch her out and have her screaming my name and lying on the bed, panting, dick drunk when I was done with her. I’d had a taste, but had been deprived my full meal. But no matter what, I was going to have her.
She will be mine!
Her smell was still on me, her wetness was on my lips and cheeks. I wiped them the best that I could with the back of my hand just so that when I had my little chat with the dean, it didn’t look like I was wearing lip gloss. I took a deep breath when I reached his door, then knocked.
“Come!” the dean called out like he was Captain Picard from Star Trek. I twisted the thick knob and stepped into his office.
“Ah, Professor Grey,” Dean Warmer mused. “Why don’t you have a seat over there?”
Was he doing a To Catch a Predator routine? Trying to throw me off, make me feel vulnerable as he sat there in his ridiculous suit, just out of reach of the desk lamp, hidden in the shadows like some kind of mobster?
I’d never gotten along with the dean. He was one of those old-boy-network kind of guys who enjoyed his position more for the power and prestige it gave him than for the good he could do for the school and its students. He was the kind of guy who thought he ran the world because no one had ever checked him. It was doubtful he’d ever even been in a fight his entire life, and after all the shit that was happening now…I was strongly considering giving him his first punch in the face.
After all, I had already given someone else a first today…
We’d gotten off on the wrong foot at the faculty dinner when I was first hired. He’d been telling a joke, some terrible one about a bear chasing two men and one of them lacing up their running shoes and the other one telling him he couldn’t outrun the bear. The punch line of course being, “I don’t have to outrun the bear, I just have to outrun you.”
But the bastard had held such a long silence before the punch line that I’d filled it in for him. I honestly thought he wanted someone to. But I was wrong. The guy looked at me like he was ready to fire me on the spot. He still finished the joke, but I’d stolen his thunder. Things were never the same after that, but that wasn’t even the worst of it.
His wife, Bianca Warmer, liked to drink. I didn’t blame her. If I was married to a hog like him, I’d pop a bottle every morning. After graduation last year, Bianca had a few too many, and followed me to the bathroom. She forced herself in, dropped to her knees and tried to pull my cock out of my pants—no shit. I stopped her just as she was trying to stuff it in her mouth, and hurried out ahead of her, hoping no one would notice. But someone obviously did, and when word got back to her husband…well, let’s just say I was glad he didn’t carry a gun.
So when the allegations came out and made their way to him, I knew I didn’t have an ally on my side. In fact, I had a fresh new enemy.
“So,” he said, drumming his fingers on the desk. “This is an unfortunate meeting but a necessary one.”
“There’s no basis for it, Chuck,” I replied. “You know there isn’t.”
“I don’t know that, Caleb. The only thing I know is that these allegations need to be taken seriously. They’re not good for you and they’re even worse for this institution.”
Allegations. I knew exactly what he was talking about:
My former student. Christy Jenkins…
The allegations had come out of nowhere like a guided missile, seek and destroy, and blasted my entire world apart, sending me scrambling to pick up the pieces. “
Misuse of authority, inappropriate sexual comments and conduct, and sexual assault.”
It was all bullshit. There was no way it could be true. I’d never even met one-on-one with Christy; the TA had handled all her questions. She’d never stayed after class; Hell, I don’t even remember her ever asking a question during class. But that didn’t matter—not to Dean Warmer and not to the public. If these allegations got out, it could be the end of me.
“I’m giving you a chance to resign, Caleb,” he told me. “You do that and I’ll make sure these allegations never see the light of day.”
“They’re not true, Chuck. And you know it!”
“I know what you’ve said, and I know what she’s said,” he scowled. “And they’re just not jiving.”
“And that’s all that matters to you?” I roared. “How about the truth?”
“The truth is I don’t care what happened,” he snapped. “I only care about this university and its reputation, and if word gets out that I kept you here after learning what this young woman said to me—”
“Yeah, yeah, Chuck. I get it,” I scoffed. “You’ve got no balls. Because if you did, you’d fight for me.”
I got to my feet. This was going nowhere. The writing was on the wall, but I wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“My hands are tied, Caleb. This is a gracious deal I’m offering you. Don’t make me regret offering.”
“I’ll see you later, Chuck,” I growled as I stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me.
I wasn’t about to let the rumor mill destroy the career I’d worked so hard for and toss me out on my ass with nothing. Even if I did resign, there was no way Chuck would give me a reference to another college. I’d be out of academia forever.
No. All I had to do was find Christy, get in touch with her, and figure out why she was doing this to me so I could clear my name, but most importantly get back to her…Lizbeth, my beautiful princess who’d changed my life forever.
Chapter Six
Lizbeth
I almost fucked my professor…I thought as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, remembering the feeling of his strong, skilled tongue moving across my pussy lips, probing inside of my wet hole and then moving up to my clit to deliver the slam dunk that sent me over the edge.
Hey, even if we hadn’t fucked, I had still come all over his tongue…
I was still aching for him as I lay there, every nerve in my body on fire for his touch as I thought back to what had happened back in his office. Aside from the fact that he was my professor, I still couldn’t believe it. He’d picked me out of an entire lecture hall. He’d come at me back at the bar, and I was never the one that guys went after. It was always one of my friends that got all the attention, but now I had the most drop-dead gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on taking me by the hand and pulling me back to his office to have his way with me.
Did I die and go to heaven?
What we’d done was completely inappropriate. I mean—it was bad enough that I’d hooked up with someone in one of the offices, but when that someone was my anatomy professor? Well, that was breaking every rule on the book. Teachers got fired for this kind of thing all the time. I didn’t know if there would be any consequences for me. But what I did know was that I didn’t care.
The power he had over me was impossible to describe. It was like he read my mind. He’d canceled fucking class for me! Then like a hunter claiming his prey, he took me back to his office and had his way with me.
I let out a soft moan as I resituated myself in bed and slid my hand down my panties and began to play with myself, trying to replay with my fingers exactly what he’d done to me. Goosebumps appeared all over my body as my fingers found my spot. I was dripping wet simply with the thought of him.
That jaw.
Those eyes.
That tongue.
I pulled the blankets over my face and groaned as I spread my legs and ran two fingers across my wet little clit, trying my best to mimic the movements his tongue had made when he’d been coaxing me towards orgasm. I couldn’t even come close to the sensations he’d given me—the mind-blowing ecstasy that had me shaking on his desk and begging for more.
His cock was right there…
Closing my eyes, I could still feel the weight of it against my lips. It was like a club. Its size actually terrified me as I tried to imagine how it would feel to be stretched around it. I’d only had two fingers in me before and they were my two fingers, and that was nothing compared to the girth he was packing with that monster.
I wanted to come. But for some reason, lying there in my bed and using the image of Professor Grey to get myself off felt wrong. It felt…it felt like cheating somehow. I didn’t want my fantasy of him fucking me to get me off; I wanted him really fucking me to get me off, and I knew that if I kept playing with myself, I wouldn’t be able to push that fantasy from my mind. So I did the hardest thing in the world.
I stopped.
“Fuck,” I groaned with a sigh.
Tuesday went by slower than a slug crossing the freeway. I tried burying myself in my homework from my other classes and got ahead on my reading, but every time I stopped or took a breath, he was back in my mind. I was more excited to see him than any student should ever have been to see their teacher. We shared a secret together; a naughty little secret that we were going to share for a second time. So when it was time for anatomy again, I was out the door—and straight into another torrential downpour.
“Shit!” I cursed as I pulled my hood up over my head to at least try and save my hair from being completely ruined. I couldn’t remember whether Mythbusters said you got more or less wet from running through the rain, so I just ran as fast as I could towards Hubbard Hall. I was almost there when a van rounded the corner and drove right through an enormous puddle.
Filthy water, mud and dirt swept over me like a tidal wave, completely drenching every piece of clothing I was wearing. I cried out as the shock of the cold water hit me like a punch to the stomach.
“Ewwww!” I shouted as other students raced past me on the way to class. A frat guy with an ironically pink umbrella turned and laughed.
“Ooooh, somebody’s wet!”
Perfect…
I’d waited forty-eight hours to see him and now I was going to show up looking like a wet hamster. I trudged on to Hubbard Hall, on the verge of tears, and quickly found the women’s restroom. Everything was ruined.
My hair was matted down like wet straw, my make-up was running, my clothes were completely drenched. It was a nightmare.
He can’t see me like this! I thought as I fought to fix myself up the best I could, drying my hair with the hand dryer, wiping at the runs of eyeliner dripping down my cheek. There was really nothing I could do about my clothes, so I did the best I could with some paper towels to dry myself off, but even then, when I tugged open the door to the lecture hall, I felt like I’d let him down.
He looked up as I came in. He was in the middle of his lecture, practically glowing in front of the rest of the students, dripping in pure, raw sexuality that I could feel tugging at me as I stared at him. For a second, I feared what his reaction would be when he saw what an absolute mess I was, but my heart bloomed as he smiled a knowing smile to me as though all of this—the class, the school, the lecture—was nothing compared to what we’d shared.
Our little secret.
“Mnemonics can be a useful tool in remembering the various parts of the body,” he lectured. “For instance, to remember the bones in the hand—some lovers try positions they can’t handle.”
Jesus Christ! Talk about blowing the doors off of my education. Now I wouldn’t even be able to think about the bones of the hand without thinking of all the sexual positions I wanted him to teach me. I took out my notebook and pretended to write, but it was hopeless. All I could do was make goo-goo eyes at him while he taught.
It was so sexy the way he commanded the enormous hall, and I couldn’t keep
my eyes off his physique as he paced back and forth. My body was on fire for him, beating back the cold of my soaked clothes. If my crotch wasn’t already drenched, it would have been. My pussy was dripping as my eyes followed the bulge that I could see forming in his pants.
Sitting through the rest of the lecture was torture. If this continued, I wasn’t going to learn a thing all year! At least, not about anatomy—not in the traditional sense….
“Okay, I think that’s enough for today,” he said with still ten minutes left in the lecture. “Another early day, but don’t get used to it! I just have something to do.”
I sat on pins and needles while the rest of the class funneled out, pretending I was having trouble getting my things back into my backpack. A pair of obnoxious girls were taking their sweet time leaving. I wanted to shout at them to get the fuck out, but eventually they left, leaving me and Professor Grey staring at each other across the rows and rows of seats.
“A little wet, aren’t you?” he asked finally.
“You have no idea.”
“Come here.” He spoke as though the idea of me disobeying him was out of the question. I felt like I was hypnotized as I got to my feet and walked towards him, conscious of my every movement as his eyes followed me. It was like his gaze tugged me forward and I was helpless to disobey. Finally, I found myself standing in front of him as he towered over me, staring down at me with those strong, piercing eyes that sent a shiver down my core—and it wasn’t from the cold.
“We’re going to need to get you out of those clothes, princess.” His words flamed inside of me, sending a lustful heat through my body. I swallowed nervously and shifted my feet as I stood there, held in place by his incredible gaze.
“H—here?” I whispered. “We can’t—”
“No, not here. Come with me.”
