Her Dirty Professor (6 page)

I need to get him off my mind. I do that by spending the weekend cleaning my dorm, and catching up on my
to-be-read
list of books I’ve been putting off. It helps a little. I meet up with my study group and finally whittle down my pile of homework. Things are getting accomplished. There’s hope for me yet. Maybe I could actually focus on school
and
date someone at the same time.

Stop thinking like that
, I scold myself. I cannot start something with my teacher. Besides, he probably wouldn’t want to anyway. He has his shit together. What would he want with some struggling student when there are probably a ton of women out there with great jobs and no student loans to contend with, and no nagging parents waiting in the wings? I would be a handful. A burden. Those thoughts take the fire out of me for a while. But it doesn’t last long.

By the time Monday rolls around I’m more excited for school than I’ve been since I started kindergarten. I have to suffer though my other classes before it’s time for chemistry. Loche isn’t there yet, so I go to my desk.

Serena and her minion boyfriend are in front of me. They twist in their seats, making it impossible for me to ignore them.

“So,” Serena says. “Did you manage to sneak a peek at Mr. Johnson’s Rocket Cock, or what?”

I look down at my book so they can’t see me flush. “No, I didn’t. And I’m not interested in your dare anymore. It’s obviously not him in that video.”

“I think you did,” Serena says, with a taunting lilt in her voice that instantly puts me on edge. She takes my pencil, rolling it around on the desk. “I was thinking about you this weekend, wondering whose house you could’ve been leaving that morning. You trying to make me think you might’ve been with Chad was so obviously a diversion tactic to get me off the scent of who you were really with.” Chad smiles at me and waggles his brows. I cringe and look at Serena, who watches me carefully.

She continues, “My mom knows everyone in our neighborhood, and my dad is the head of the neighborhood watch. At first I thought maybe you were hooking up with some married man, but that doesn’t really seem like your style.” Her expression flirts somewhere between mischief and curiosity. She’s so clearly the predator and I’m her prey, like I’m trapped in some kind of web but don’t know it yet, and won’t until I realize there’s no escape.

“And since I know everyone our age living in the neighborhood, and they would never keep their dumpster-diving exploits a secret from the rest of us, I know it wasn’t them. Imagine my surprise when I learned that Mr. Johnson lives in my neighborhood. Weird, right?” she says, feigning surprise. “Who would have thought a teacher would live among the elite?”

My stomach drops onto the floor, then bounces right back up into my throat.

“I don’t care what you think, Serena. I wasn’t with Mr. Johnson,” I say.

It’s so obviously a lie, but I refuse to give in to her. She can’t prove it, and I’m not about to throw Loche under the bus.

Just then he walks into the class. He immediately looks in my direction. I keep my head down, not wanting Serena to see the emotion impossible to hide when I see his face, the longing I’ve felt since I left his home Saturday morning.

Her laughter trails behind her as she turns around to face forward, and I’m finally able to exhale.

I’m able to ignore Loche for the entire period, even though I want nothing more than to see his face again. I just can’t risk it. The way Serena keeps looking back, I know she’s trying to catch me in the lie, witness me giving him some longing look or a furtive smile. I look at her from time to time and I finally see some doubt in her expression. I give her the universal wide-eyed look of “what the hell do you want?” before she turns around to face forward.

At first I think we’ve gotten away with it. That is until the end of class while people are starting to leave and Loche says, “Georgia, could you stay behind, please? I have some questions about Friday’s assignment.”

My shoulders fold downward and I hang my head.

“I knew it,” Serena says, chuckling. “Have fun with your boy toy. I can’t imagine what Dean Meyer will think about this.”

My head snaps up. “Don’t say a fucking word, Serena. No one will believe you. I’ll deny everything and it’ll look like you’re just some evil bitch spreading vicious rumors.”

She shrugs with a smirk spread across her face. “We’ll see about that.”

When everyone is gone, Loche closes and locks the door and shuts the blinds.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I tell him.

He closes the last of the blinds. “Why not.”

“Serena knows about us. She saw me walking through your neighborhood, back to the dorms after we—you know.” My face heats up with the mention of that night.

He winks at me, seeming completely unperturbed by the threat. “I don’t think she’ll say anything once she sees the glowing A-plus she got on last week’s test.”

“I don’t trust her,” I tell him.

He comes closer to me until there’s no space left between us. His fingers comb through my hair and I just want to fall into his arms. A muscle ripples along the edge of his jaw. “You let me worry about Serena. What I want to know is why you snuck out Saturday morning without saying goodbye.”

I swallow hard. “I didn’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“Like it is now, you mean?”

Things don’t feel all that awkward at the moment. Right now I just feel the heat rising between my legs as he presses the stiff lump beneath his khakis against my stomach.

My breathing comes in short bursts. I can’t help it. I reach out and touch his stomach and feel that his breathing is rushed too.

He presses his lips to mine. The touch of his tongue is all it takes for me to open my mouth and invite him in. There’s nothing gentle about his kiss. I feel his anguish, his desire, in every stroke of his tongue against mine as they coil together, tasting and exploring.

He reaches beneath my shirt, finding his way beneath my bra, and grabs my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples, which sends a torrent of lubricant rushing down my leg. He lifts up my shirt, sucking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue flicks my nipple. Each time he does this I feel a jolt that starts in my belly button and races down to my clit.

I bite down on the sleeve of his shirt to keep from being too noisy. With one of my nipples occupied by his mouth, he uses his hands to unbutton my jeans. He dives right in, finding my cleft. “You’re already wet for me?” he says, sounding somewhat surprised, as if he weren’t the most beautiful god-like creature I’ve ever seen in my life that could summon my lust without a word.

Two fingers ease their way into me. I can tell I’m still swollen from our marathon fuck last Friday, and there’s still a hint of soreness, but all of that is nothing compared to the intense pleasure being thrust upon me.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here on this table,” he says, voice throaty and deep with want. You want my big cock inside you?”

I nod vigorously, pushing my hips forward, urging his fingers to go deeper.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demands.

I let go of his shirt with my teeth. I’m barely able to get the words out, I’m breathing so hard. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock,” I tell him, putting emphasis on the word fuck so there’s no denying that I want it fast and hard.

Again, talking dirty feels kind of strange, but I’m getting the hang of it. Plus, it makes me wetter and more uninhibited.

He laughs under his breath as I take hold if his slacks with force and pull them and his boxers down, eager to unleash his massive cock. When it’s finally out, and I see it stiff and ready for me, I let out a lusty moan and spread my legs for him.

“I need you,” I say. “Fuck me now.”

He holds it in his hand, shaking it, teasing me. “You think your little pussy can handle it without me stretching you first?”

Honestly, I don’t know. But I’m feeling adventurous. “Do it.”

His sweet smile turns wolfish and he puts the head of his cock against my pussy and with a hard thrust, buries it deep inside.

I scream, then I suck in a deep breath. He literally takes the breath right out of me.

A
t first I
think I’ve hurt her. After pushing my dick inside of her and hearing her scream, then nothing, I look down at her face and it’s in utter shock. Her entire body shakes. I hold still at first, afraid to move.

Her wide eyes find mine, her mouth open. I start to pull out, but she grabs my waist to stop me. “Where do you think you’re going?” she says.

“I—um . . .” I’m used to taking command, but the look in her eyes and the way she holds me in place tells me she’s the one in control right now. It’s cute, and I like the swap in rolls for a change. “Nowhere?”

“Damn right, now fuck me.”

I bite back my smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

And so I fuck her. Sweat slicks our skin, and the room is filled with the
pat, pat, pat
sounds of my balls slapping against her ass. I hold her legs in the air and watch as I enter and pull out of her. Her clit was deceptively small when I first looked at it, barely a little nub. But when she’s fully aroused, it grows, and is actually big for such a small pussy; it stands up hard and proud. It’s so fucking sexy I have a hard time containing my enthusiasm.

I drill firm and fast into her until she’s writhing and cussing and begging for more. I lift her up and pin her to the wall, thrusting hard and fast. Her orgasm detonates. Her tight cunt muscles clamp down on my dick until it feels as if she’s going to cut off my circulation.

“Jesus Christ,” I say as she milks my cock with her pussy until I explode inside of her.

My muscles turn to mush, and she slides down the wall. I stay inside of her as her legs release me from their grip around my waist. I just want to roll up next to her, hold her, and not let her out of my sight so she can’t escape again. But it’s only a matter of time before a straggling student makes their way back to my class with a question about their assignment. We can’t stay here. Being with her in this room was reckless. It shouldn’t have happened, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Regretfully, I pull out of the warmth of her wet, succulent cunt.

“Go out with me this weekend,” I say as I watch her get dressed.

She looks at me like she’s confused, as if my words don’t make any sense to her. “Go out?” she says with a laugh. “You mean, like on a date?”

“Yes, like, on a date.”

“Are you insane?” she says, but I can tell she’s seriously contemplating it. “What if someone sees us?”

“We’ll leave town. There’s a restaurant I like to go to once in a while about a half hour from here. It’ll be fun.” When I see the doubt still lingering on her face I say, “It’s a tiny hole-in-the-wall. No one will ever see us.”

She’s quiet while she slips on her bra and shirt, thinking. With a long sigh she says, “As long as you’re sure no one will see us.”

“It’ll be fine,” I say.

“Okay.”

I
can’t believe
we did it right there in his classroom. Things are getting out of hand. Serena knows about us. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the school does, too. I doubt someone like her will keep it to herself for long. What does she care about grades or getting into a good graduate school? Her parents are probably alumni and she has a free ticket as long as she passes.

The next day in chemistry, Loche is late like usual. My eyes fall immediately to his empty desk when I walk in the room. My gaze lingers there until laughter around me grows loud enough to get my attention. When I look up to see what all the laughter is about, my heart squeezes as if it’s being wrung out, and my breath lodges in my throat. Tacked to the walls, covering every inch of blank space, are 8x10 glossy still shots from the porno Loche was in. Blown up big enough to see his face and other bits too. Full-frontal.

No.

Serena and Chad sit on top of their desks, smiling and admiring their handy work.

No, no, no.

I drop my backpack and immediately start to tear down the photos, crumpling them into one large ball. How could Serena be so cruel?

She comes up behind me. I smell her perfume and know it’s her before she even speaks. The room starts to close in on me. “What, you don’t like my art project?” she says over my shoulder.

I turn around to face her. It takes all the willpower inside of me not to punch her smug face.

“Why are you such a bitch?” I say, spitting the words at her. “This is someone’s life. He’s not some plaything for you and your minion to tear apart.”

“That’s precious,” Chad says, examining his nails as if he’s already bored with the show. “She’s standing by her man.”

Other students, getting only bits and pieces of the whole story, start to whisper about my involvement.

I’m like a tornado spinning through the room, reaching, grabbing at photos, pulling them into my vortex. My classmates watch me, doing nothing to help. How can they all be so callous toward such an amazing teacher, one who puts up with a lot of bullshit from a lot of ungrateful, trust-fund assholes?

I’d hoped to have all of the pictures down by the time Loche got back to the classroom, but no such luck. He walks in, holding his leather satchel that he always has with him full of our assignments. He shaved. It gives him a completely different look, one that is more
GQ
than mountain man, but I like both looks equally. At this point I think I’d find him beautiful even if he grew out some gratuitous biblical beard. I want to go up to him and touch his skin, but, of course, there are more pressing matters at hand.

His eyes skim the rows of photos I have yet to take down. He doesn’t look scared or upset at all—maybe somewhat surprised, but only a little. He does nothing to try to take the rest down. If it were me and those were my naked photos everywhere, I would flee and never return, maybe have myself committed somewhere so no one would ever see my face again. But Loche just stands there. His gaze searches the room until he finds me in my corner, a large wad of paper in my hands and tears in my eyes.

“I tried to take them down,” I say, my voice weak and desperate.

His mouth clamps down, eyes hard when he looks at me. My stomach drops to the floor. He’s pissed at me. Somehow, this is all my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t been so curious about the video in the first place Serena would’ve let it go. But I had to open my big mouth and become a part of whatever this is. I’m so fucked. The thought of him being mad at me scares me more than anything. That’s when I realize my feelings for him run deeper than I thought.

“Georgia, outside. Now.”

“But I didn’t—”

“Now.”

My breath wavers and I swallow down the sick feeling in my stomach. Dropping the photos in the trash bin, I head out of the classroom. On my way, people whisper “good luck” and “you’re in deep shit now,” as if I did all this. They have to know I didn’t do this. I would never. My furious gaze lands on Serena, but she’s not looking at me. Her head is bent over a textbook as if she’s innocent.

Bitch.

Before the door even shuts behind me, I’m already trying to explain myself. “Loche, I swear I would never—”

He grabs my shoulders, pushes me against the wall, and presses his lips against mine in a furious kiss. I’m so stunned at first I don’t kiss him back. But as his warm lips caress mine, I start to sink into his arms, and all the worry I’d felt flutters away for the briefest moment. My tongue slides against his teeth, behind them, the roof of his mouth. I explore, wanting to feel every part of him. He takes my bottom lip between my teeth, gently biting before kissing me again. If we weren’t in the middle of the school day, I’d be climbing out of my clothes right now. He’s impossible to resist, even with the lingering fear of getting caught sitting in the back of my mind.

When he pulls away I say, “I thought you were pissed at me.”

His lips and the skin around them are stained pink from the friction of our kiss. Without the stubble on his face I’d never seen them like that before. If I wasn’t scared to death about the consequences of those photos, I’d be smiling. But my expression is incapable of doing anything other than showing fear.

“How could I be pissed at you?” he says. I’m left breathless by the adoring way he looks at me. With the tips of his fingers he caresses my cheek. No man has every looked at me like that before. “You were defending me in there. I saw the whole thing. I was by the door. I heard what you said to Serena.”

He hugs me again, burying his face in my hair. I look up and down the halls. We’re alone for now, but we won’t be for long. “We can’t hug and kiss like this at school.”

“I know we can’t. Meet me tonight.”

“If I go to your house, Serena will see us,” I say.

“Then we’ll go somewhere else. I’ll pick you up in front of the bus station down the street from the dorms at seven.”

“Okay.” I sigh, looking back at the classroom. “What are we going to do about all those pictures?”

“I’ll take care of it,” he says.

But he doesn’t have to, because by the time we get back into the classroom, they’ve already been take down. My only fear is who has them and what they will do with them next.