The Professor (6 page)

"Hi," I said, beaming.

"Please, come in," he said, stepping aside. He held his hand out and gestured for me to enter.

The foyer was massive and looked even larger from the inside than it had from the outside. The traditional Spanish theme continued throughout the house, and it looked like he had hired an interior decorator to coordinate everything for him - or he had an amazing knack for interior design.

"This place is magical," I said as he led me through a short hallway into what he called the sitting room. It was at least three times the size of my small dorm, and had a huge leather couch that literally wouldn't have fit into my room. In front of the wraparound couch was a pine-woven coffee table with a glass top; magazines and coasters were laid out in a haphazard, yet charming manner.

"It’s home," he said as he looked around with me.

"I didn't realize being a professor paid so well," I said, still staring around at the pieces of southwestern art hanging from the walls.

He laughed softly. "There's no way I could afford this with the university's salary."

I looked at him and suddenly realized that I knew surprisingly little about him. A week ago he didn’t even know who I was, and now - I was falling for him. I wanted to know everything; from where he grew up to what he was passionate about.

He motioned toward the huge couch in the room, and we sat down. The soft leather was much more comfortable than I had expected. It disproved my expectation of a hard, leathery surface, and I had the sudden urge to curl up into the depths of the massive couch - but I was wearing a dress, and that wouldn’t have been proper. I sat there and crossed one leg over the other, trying my best to look classy and sophisticated.

"Can I get you something to drink? Wine, a cocktail, a beer if you'd like."

I waived my hand slightly. "No, I shouldn't," I said. "I swore the stuff off until the semester is over. I can’t afford another late night binge before an exam like the last time."

He grinned at me and nodded once. "I can respect that."

We sat there on the couch looking at each other. A minute passed before I realized we hadn't said a thing. It wasn’t an awkward silence, either. We just sat and enjoyed the simple presence of each other. I had never dreamed that such a thing was possible. I would have been content to sit there with him until the morning Sun showed through the window. Judging by the look on his face, he was feeling the same way.

"So I asked you to come here so we could talk things over,' he said, finally breaking the silence.

The nervous seed leapt into my chest. Was he going to break things off before they had even begun? It was a distinct possibility - and maybe it would have been the adult decision to make. But I dreaded the idea of not being able to launch myself into his arms again, or feel the soft taste of his lips.

"I know things are complicated," I began, not giving him the chance to break the bad news. "But, the semester is almost over, and after that we really wouldn't have anything to worry about."

His soft gray eyes seemed warmer than usual, or maybe I was imagining it. I picked at the corner of the couch with my hand; it was a nasty nervous habit.

"You're right," he said. "The semester is almost over, but we still can't let anyone know what's happened between us."

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, a heavy pain was pressing into my chest. I couldn’t keep looking at him, at his beautiful face. He was ending it, and I wasn't sure what to say to make him change his mind about me.

"And if we’re going to find out what this is between us, we’re going to have to be very careful.”

My hand stopped picking at the corner of the couch as he touched it with his own. I looked up at him, not fully registering what he was saying. My lips worked silently, not sure how to respond. He looked at me deeply with those gorgeous gray eyes.

"I know that our public relationship - the student-teacher dynamic - imposes certain restrictions on us; but I'm hoping you're interested in giving things a go with me."

Suddenly his lips had never looked more soft, his eyes had never been more inviting. My heart pounded deep in my chest, trying to keep up with the flood of emotions I was feeling. Ethan wasn't ending it after all. In fact, he was suggesting something very different. He was telling me that he was interested in me too.

"Would you be interested in seeing where this goes also?" he asked.

I realized I hadn't said anything the entire time, that he was probably wondering what I was thinking - wondering if I was on the same page with him.

Boy, was I.

I leaned into him and kissed him. My legs slid me along the couch until I was nearly on top of him, and his strong arms wrapped around me and held me tight. My hands held his face, pulling it into my own. His skin was silky smooth, freshly shaved, and he tasted even sweeter than before. Our hearts were both pounding hard against each other.

"So I take it you’re interested in seeing where this is going?” he asked.

I nodded quickly, not knowing what else to say. My body was responding in ways that left me rather speechless.
 

"Right now I see it going to the bedroom," I said, shocking myself with how forward I was.

There was a movement in his pants that set me on edge. This time he bit his own lip. His eyes were like smoldering flames of gray, and he made no effort to conceal his lust like he had earlier.

"I suppose I could give you a tour," he said.

I grinned and kissed him again.

* * * * *

Ethan led me through the house. It was large and it felt like we walked forever. He held me tight to his body, like he was whisking me away to some magical land. He made me feel confident and secure - like I could handle anything he threw my way.

His bedroom looked like it was meant for royalty, and his bed was the single largest piece of furniture I had seen in the house so far. It was lined with blankets and pillows of matching designs - all plush and welcoming.

I squealed in delight as Ethan swept me off my feet. He carried me the rest of the way to the bed. He didn’t even flinch as he walked with me in his arms, and when we got to the bed, he ducked his head and kissed me softly. I latched on to him and kissed him back, not wanting the moment to end.

Heat raged between my legs, and every once in a while I brushed against the bulge in his pants. We were hungry for each other, and after lowering me to the bed he climbed on top of me with no delay.

The next few minutes were a haze of mouths, tongues, and hands as we ripped and tore at each other’s clothes. He pulled the little black dress up and dug his fingers between my legs. I felt the heat there, and knew he did too. My legs were as wide as they could go, welcoming his every touch.

“God you’re hot,” he said as he slid the dress up over my head.

I wore matching Victoria’s Secret panties and bra and was immediately happy that I had saved them for the right occasion. But I think I could have been wearing anything at all and he still would have made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

“It’s not fair,” I whined. “I’m in my underwear and you still have your pants on.”

He shot me a wolfish grin. “I guess you better do something about that,” he said.

He pushed himself up and sat back on his knees. The massive bulge in his pants swelled and protruded, threatening to release itself if I didn’t get to it fast enough. I licked my lips, suddenly hungry to have it inside of me.

I sat up and grabbed the belt. It unhooked and I pulled it free of its loops in one quick motion. I fumbled with the pants’ button, but eventually it was free too. My hands ran along his giant manhood as I eased the zipper down. His slacks slid down easily and he was left wearing nothing but his shirt and underwear. His enormity strained, still, but as I ran my fingers along the upper seam of his underwear he stopped me.

“You don’t get to have all the fun here,” he said.

He pushed me flat on the bed and his hands began exploring my body. An eager finger plunged past my panties and sunk into my depths. I groaned with delight and arched my back, hoping he would sink himself even deeper.

When he had explored me in his office everything had been new and unfamiliar; foreign. It had been a long time since I had let someone get that close to me. But this time body was prepared and willing.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed as his finger began working me even faster, deeper.

I bit my lip. “I need you inside of me.”

A wolfish grin spread across his face, and he drilled the finger inside me even further. He swirled it around and rubbed my clit with his thumb at the same time. Desire and need was driving me crazy. The finger vanished from my depths, leaving an emptiness. He traced it around his lips. He licked all of my juices from it, savoring every little drop. I whined at him again - I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I needed to feel all of him; and, like so many other needs with Ethan, it was a more powerful desire than I had ever felt before.

The hunger was in his eyes, too, as he eyed my body up and down again. He feasted on the sight of me. I felt like a helpless little girl, and he was the big bad wolf out to get me.

“Take me now,” I said.

He gripped the sides of my panties as I lifted my legs high in the air. He flung them off to the side, and my naked flesh was exposed for him. He slid his underwear down, unleashing his own need. It hung there between us, like a weapon he was about to use on me. I felt a flood of juices rush from my center.

He reached over and drew out a condom from the night stand. Watching and waiting while he rolled it onto himself drove me wild. I wanted him right then and there with no delay, and if our positions were reversed I don't know if I could have waited for him to get it all the way on.

Ethan took himself in hand and leaned into me. He was gentle when he slid his thickness into me, and I gasped as it went deeper and deeper. It was much larger than the single finger he had used before, and for a moment my breath caught. I couldn’t exhale. He didn’t stop until the entirety of his manhood was buried fully inside me.

He began thrusting his hips; each brought waves of pain and pleasure. The hunger in his eyes flashed with concern when I let out a little squeal.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No, keep going,” I said.

I didn’t want him to stop - ever. I clawed at him, pulling his hips deeper into my own. My hips bucked and rocked up into his, and soon he was pumping me even harder. My need grew and grew as he continued the onslaught. Juices dripped in all directions and soon we hit a rhythm, our hips in sync with each other, and I knew I wouldn’t last long in his clutches.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him nearer. He lowered himself to me, and our tongues began their sensuous dance while my breasts were pressed against his hard chest. The numbness was already beginning in my toes, and soon it would spread upward into my legs, into my core.

My legs twitched and I locked them around his waist. I climaxed, hard, and every muscle in my body tightened at the same time. His manhood was stuck inside me, and the warm breaths that were coming stopped for both of us as I squeezed his chest tight against mine. The wave rocketed through with a violent crash, and I held on to him as hard as I could, never wanting to let go.

“Oh my,” he said distantly. His hips still bucked lightly, pushing their way inside of me. My legs fell limply. “Oh Kayla… you’re so…” He had that look about him. He was going to blow any second; there was no turning back. His hips rocked into me, hard, as his own body tightened and convulsed.

Then, his mouth opened wide while his eyes rolled backwards.

“That’s it baby, harder,” I said, encouraging him.

He pumped violently twice more, his twitching manhood reaching new pleasurable depths as they did, and then he collapsed on top of me.

We kissed deeply. I had my arms around him, pulling his chest tighter against my own. We were both breathless, and our hearts slammed against one another. Finally, Ethan pushed off of me with what little strength he had left. We laid there for long minutes, both of us trying to recover ourselves. My legs were still numb and lolled limply against him, and my fingers touched him lightly.

“That was phenomenal,” I said, rolling over into his arms. They wrapped around me as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“That’s the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard,” he said as he kissed my forehead.

* * * * *

“Don’t think this means you can start slacking off in my class,” Ethan teased her.

The two lay tangled in his bed after having consummated the beginning of whatever this was between them; he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to try and rush or force anything. He wanted their relationship to play out as naturally as possible, and that was going to be difficult enough with a few more weeks to go in the semester.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to,” she grinned and curled into him even more.

Her back was against his chest, and her head was nestled under his chin. Her blond hair was soft and smelled radiant. Holding her there against him, he realized he had never felt this close to a lover. There was something unspoken between them, some connection that bound them together whether they gave voice to it or not.

"Speaking of which," she said, her voice getting more serious. "What does this mean for my extra credit?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and he knew she was dreading the topic as much as he was. He had already given it some thought, and had come to the only conclusion he thought to be reasonable.

"We're both adults, I think we can keep things professional. You can still have your opportunity for extra credit, but you'll probably need to handle it outside of the office to avoid arousing suspicions."

There was a long moment of silence that hung between them. "Thank you," she said, after a while.

"Kayla I was serious earlier when I said that I was interested in finding out where this can go. You're special somehow, and I'm only just beginning to realize just how much you might mean to me."