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She opened
her eyes and looked down at him and wondered what the fuck to do
now.
He kissed her a few more times,
licked her, acted like he really wanted to be down there. That was
kind of hot.

She was
sitting on her desk, in an office she’d worked her whole life to
get, with a student kneeling between her legs.
His hands on her, his chin wet with her. Licking her
still.

She watched
him for a while and decided this was turning into a thing.
It wasn’t just once, and she needed to think
about that.

After a while
she said, “No-one can know.
No-one from
around here.”

“Okay,” he said.

“
And not your
friends.
Definitely not your
friends.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“I mean it.”

“
I get
it.
I won’t tell anyone, I
swear.”

She felt a
little better.
“And if you have some plan
with this, if this is some bullshit scam to get something out of
me, it won’t work.”

“It isn’t.”

She was still suspicious.

“
You’re
beautiful and brilliant and I just want you,” he said, and he
seemed sincere.
She almost believed him.
She knew she wanted to, and told herself to be careful. Part of her
felt like the punch-line of a joke waiting to happen, but maybe she
shouldn’t be so suspicious and insecure. Maybe he just liked her.
Perhaps if she’d ever had a crush on a professor she might get this
more easily.

“
You spent
all last year perving at me,” she said.
Watched him carefully.

“Yeah,” he said.

“
Tell
me.”
Still watching.

“
Every
lecture, all last year.
You’re clever.
And hot. You dress well. You have tattoos. And when you talk about
maths you forget you’re in a lecture and for a moment think of us
as people.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“
You
are.
You really are. You’re arrogant and
dismissive and that’s hot too. But it’s okay, because you’re
smarter than anyone in the room and actually doing us a favor by
talking to us.”

“
I know
that,” Beth said.
“How do you know
that?”

“
It’s just
obvious.
All the other teachers I’ve had,
all the other professors. You answer questions differently, you
just know how to explain it.”

She sat there for a while.

“
I really
like that,” he said.
“You’re hot, but
smart too.”

“It doesn’t scare you?”

“A little.”

She decided
she believed him.
She didn’t know why,
probably just vanity, but she decided she did.

“Get my bag,” she said, and pointed.

He handed it
to her.
She took out a couple of condoms
she kept in a zipped inside compartment. Stood up and tugged her
undies down, and sat back on the desk. She bit the condom wrapper,
and opened it.

He started
undressing.
Half lifted his shirt off. He
had a nice stomach. Pretty firm, for a compsci and maths
nerd.

“
Don’t
undress,” she said.
“For fuck’s
sake.”

He pulled it back down.

“
Christ,” she
said.
“Just get it out and fuck me. Try
and be subtle. And lock the door.”

He stood
there for a moment like he couldn’t work out which order to do
things in.
Suddenly he seemed nervous, so
maybe his cockiness was an act and he was a bit insecure too, not
the smug asshole he was pretending to be. She sat there, swung one
leg, kept her face expressionless, let him suffer.

He decided in
the end and went over to the door.
“How?”

“Put the snib up.”

He came back over, looked like he was going
to kneel down again.

“
Fuck,” she
said, grabbed him.
“Lay off.”

She pulled him close, kissed him some more,
unzipped his pants.

He was
hard.
He was twenty-one and hard and
twitching like he was about to come in her hand. She rolled the
condom onto him and looked down at him and just savored that
moment. That cock, that thick hard cock in her hand was about to be
inside her. He was breathing roughly, had his eyes closed. Her
hand, she supposed. She liked that, liked having the power now. Not
always being the one getting head and being desperate. She held
him, pressed her lips to his neck. Breathed on him, and bit, and
kissed. He was shaking, almost. Hot and solid in her hand. He felt
too substantial, more than flesh ought to be.

She put her
foot behind him, pulled his body against herself, slid his cock
into her.
She wanted to be all
controlling this time, like he’d done to her, but couldn’t manage.
She felt all spread and wet and tingly, and he was this hard bar
inside her. She gasped and moaned and felt like she just about
fainted as he went in.

She hadn’t
been fucked in a year.
She’d forgotten
what it was like. Someone else’s breath on her neck, warm skin
against hers, his face pressed to her shoulder. Some else’s groans
and grunts and murmurs that she felt so fucking good as she made
the same noises herself.

She suddenly
realized she was making noise, and tried to bite it back.
She put her free hand over his mouth, to try to
keep him quiet, but he sucked her fingers instead.

He was
clumsy.
Only a little, but not as smooth
as he’d been giving head. Once he was in, he started fucking her a
bit frantically, a bit uncontrollably. More energy expended than
was necessary. The desk shook beneath them. Things started falling
off again, more pens, her lamp sliding towards the edge, so she had
to let go of his face and grab it. The edge of the desk banged on
the wall. She moved a bit, tried to sit differently so it didn’t
rock as much, to wrap herself around him and control how he moved.
She held his head, pressed his face to her shoulder to shut him up,
pressed hers to his to just feel him, to know he was real, another
actual person was inside her for once.

She breathed
in the smell of the shirt he’d been wearing all day.
She listened to his grunts and gasps and the
squelchy sucking as he went in and out. He went quiet, and she
listened to his breathing, all hoarse and needing, listened to her
own.

She was
close.
She was startlingly close, and
hadn’t noticed. “Oh shit,” she said. “Harder.” She tried to grab
her clit, push down, got tangled in her clothes. He understood,
pushed his fingers up against her.

She
came.
Came on his cock, around his cock.
She was surprised she was again, must be turned on by
illicitness.

When she was
done, she just sat there, quietly, holding him.
Lifting herself, as best she could to make his angle
easier, while he pounded away at her, fucked her madly, with
everything he had. In a couple of minutes, he came too.

She pulled
him out, rolled the condom off, and bundled it up in
tissues.
Then sat there and looked him
and said, “Shit.”

He kissed
her, leaning close into her.
His cock
still out, soft and hot and damp on the inside of her
leg.

She put her
hand out and felt it, wanting it again.
“I really shouldn’t have done that.”

He seemed
proud.
“But you did,” he said, smirking
again.

“
Yep,” she
said.
“I did.”

She looked at him, trying to decide.

“Was it okay for you?” he said suddenly.

She’d been
thinking of him as cocky, but then he asked that.
He was nervous, not sure if he’d done well. She
actually liked him right then, a lot. She’d been turned on by him
until now, hadn’t disliked him, but had thought him young, a bit
shallow, a bit of an asshole. Now, suddenly, he was a person, and
she liked him. He was confident, but a little bit unsure. There
were cracks in his smug asshole armor, just like there were in
hers.

“
Yeah,” she
said.
“Of course you did. You’re
twenty-one and you know what a clit is. You did good.”

He looked
puzzled, like he didn’t understand, and she wasn’t sure why.
Either he didn’t actually know where her clit
was, and it had all been wild good luck, or he did, and it was
obvious, and he didn’t know why she’d said it. Maybe they didn’t
have clit jokes any more. Maybe they explained properly in schools
now, or he’d seen so much porn he couldn’t help but know. She was
less than ten years older than him, and she felt crabby and
ancient.

“
Never mind,”
she said.
“Doesn’t matter. I’d better
throw you out of here.”

“You don’t want to again?” he said, and
sounded surprised.

She looked at
him for a moment.
He wasn’t being cocky,
wasn’t being a dick. He was actually just astonished she didn’t
want to go twice.

She had a horrible feeling she was missing
out on something compared to women his age.

“Don’t get too full of yourself,” she said,
because she did want to go again, but she was also getting sick of
what he could do to her.

It was a
little cruel, but he looked at her and grinned like he knew she
didn’t mean it.
She had no idea how he
could be so sure, maybe just arrogance, or maybe girls telling him
he ate good pussy all his life. There were times when his smugness
made her want to slap him.

“
You’re
great,” he said.
“That was great.” His
cock moved just a little, like it was getting hard
again.

“
Go away,”
she said.
“I need to think.”

“Weren’t we having a drink?”

“
You got a
fuck.
We don’t need to have a
drink.”

He grinned
and kissed her for a while.
She pushed
him backwards. “Go.”

Her head was
clearer.
She could chase him away and
think about what she was doing, now. Having had him inside her had
helped.

He went to
the door, and hesitated.
Like he wanted
to ask.

She sat
there, looking at him.
Swinging her feet,
feeling the ghost of him inside her still, the memory of his tongue
and hands and cock.

“
Come back
tomorrow,” she said.
“Same
time.”

He grinned, and nodded, and left.

*

Beth decided
she need to talk.
The next day, at
lunchtime, she went and found Amanda. Amanda was a lab rat in
chemistry, spent her time setting up classrooms and running banks
of experiments for the professors. Beth had never really managed to
have a lot of friends, but Amanda got her. Science chicks with
tatts had to stick together, Amanda said.

Beth tapped
on the lab window until Amanda let her in, and put on some of the
visitor safety glasses from the box beside the door.
It was an odd place to work, compared to what
Beth was used to. Glassware and extractor fans and pull-chain
emergency showers, which Beth always wanted to pull. The air
conditioning worked properly over here, though, so that was a good
thing. The maths building had a glass atrium that dripped in winter
and leaked heat from the vast area under glass into all the offices
in summer, a design someone hadn’t quite thought
through.

Beth looked
around, and made sure they were alone.
The lab was a communal space. It had side-doors through to
chemical stores and other labs as well as the locked door into the
hallway. Amanda pointed to a chair. Beth checked for spills and
sat.

“
I have to
wait for this,” Amanda said.
“Sorry. No
lunch.”

Beth
nodded.
“So the guy, from the other
night…”

Amanda had
been staring at a something she was boiling, sticky and bubbly, in
a beaker.
She looked up at
Beth.

“I saw him again,” Beth said.

Amanda
grinned.
“Saw him?”

“Kind of fucked him.”

“Kind of?”

“
Did.
Completely. He found me.”

Amanda waited.

“He’s a student.”

Amanda
shrugged.
“There’s thousands of
them.”

“In the department.”

“Doesn’t really matter.”

“Have you?”

“
Wanted to,
sure.
Some of the PhD people. Not an
actual student though.”

Amanda slept
with who she wanted.
That was part of why
Beth liked her. The chemistry people were whores, basically. Tended
to sleep around a bit at conferences, far more than anyone Beth
worked with. From what Beth heard. Amanda said the geneticists led
them astray.

“He’s one of my students.”

Amanda
actually looked a bit surprised.
“You
didn’t notice that at the time?”