The first slap comes as a surprise and I yelp and shut my eyes tightly. He soothes the stinging skin with the palm of his hand, and I feel goosebumps rise to meet his caress. My body starts to pulse. It comes alive. I open my eyes and everything seems clearer. The excitement of this torrid affair-or whatever it is that’s happening right now-awakens something inside of me that I didn’t know existed. I can feel my clit start to tingle and my pussy grows wet.
I’m prepared when the next slap lands on my skin, and this time it hurts in the most wonderful way possible. He slides down my body and then his mouth is on my ass cheek, soothing my aching skin with a kiss. He whispers, “You better come fast. I have a class starting in fifteen-minutes.”
I turn my head to look at him. “What?” I start to say, but then two of his fingers are plunging into my pussy. I come almost instantly. At this rate, his voice alone can probably get me off.
He gets on his knees, behind me, his rough cheek rubbing against my bare ass. I’m so nervous. The neon lights are so bright; he can see everything! I’m completely exposed. I’ve never allowed anyone to be this close to me before. I feel scared and exhilarated at the same time.
He nudges my legs apart with his other hand, and I feel his breath on the most intimate part of me. His fingers are pumping inside me, and he’s rubbing circles around my clit with the pad of his thumb. Suddenly his fingers are gone, and I feel his big hands on my ass, spreading me apart and forcing me lower to the table. I moan loudly when I feel his tongue snake up and down my wet pussy. Dragging slowly from top to bottom, spreading my juices around and making me slick from his saliva. He’s devouring me. Eating me like I’m his last meal. My knuckles are white as I grip the desk, holding on tightly so I can stay upright. He focuses his attention on my clit, flicking it furiously. I’ve never felt so full of desire before. Every nerve in my body seems to be concentrated between my legs and I don’t know how much more I can take.
Holy shit.
Then his tongue snakes up, up, up. From my pussy to my asshole. I’d be shocked if I weren’t so turned on. Nobody has ever seen me, let alone tasted me there before, and I’m surprised by how good it feels. Apparently Professor Leo is just as dirty in person as he is in texts. I no longer have any doubts that he’s willing to perform all the lurid promises he made to me in our text messages. It’s not a fantasy any longer. I never expected this to happen, but I’m experiencing the real thing.
Closing my eyes, I moan and roll my hips as Leo takes turns eating out my pussy and ass. When he latches on to my clit with his strong lips, my moaning grows louder. He stuffs his fingers into my swollen pussy while sucking me at the same time, and it drags me into the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I can feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head as pleasure vibrates through me. I want him. I want him so bad. More than I’ve wanted anything in my whole life. More than I ever wanted to be a lawyer. This is such a strange sensation. It’s terrifying! What am I even thinking?
I don’t want it to end, but the speaker rings out its tone again, indicating the next courses will begin in five minutes. Any minute now students will be pulling on those giant oak doors and finding them locked. They’ll see me and Leo, alone in this room, see my disheveled appearance and suspect something. That’s how rumors start, and in this case, it would be true. It’s time to go. I pull up my panties and jeans. My hands are too shaky to be of any use, so Leo buttons my jeans for me and smooths down my hair.
When he puts a strand of hair behind my ear, it’s so sweet, and the way he’s looking at me, all coy, but also gentle …
Stop. It was just sex-not even that, really. It was just fooling around, I guess. I can’t let myself think more of this than it is.
He winks at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow for another lesson.”
The promise of more private time with Leo sends a thrill through me. I make it to the door and unlock it quickly, and I just as I turn down the hallway, I see a group of students enter the room. I wonder if the lecture hall will smell like sex. I imagine Leo teaching, his fingers soft from being inside me, my taste still on his tongue, my scent still on his face.
Later, at the end of the day, I’m walking back to my dorm across the quad, wondering what the hell I got myself into. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to have any distractions this year. Three more years to go until I reach my dream. Leo seemed to have come out of nowhere. I’d been so focused, worked so hard, and then this sexy stranger threw everything for a loop. This is not good. I haven’t been able to think about anything else today aside from being bent over that desk with him and his tongue. I don’t know if I even heard a single word any of my professors said. If I don’t get my shit together, I’m definitely going to struggle this semester, and all that I’ve worked for will be lost. I can’t let this happen. I’ve got to find a way to get myself out of this mess
When I get back to my dorm room, Brenna is sitting on her bed with a mirror and a desk lamp, carefully applying a thick layer of eyeliner to her top lid.
“There you are. How was your first day?” she asks.
“Interesting to say the least.”
“Were you late for your class this morning?” she asks.
“A little. Not too bad.”
“Who’s your professor.”
I almost say “Leo”, but catch myself. “Professor Whitford.”
She laughs. “That’s the worst possible teacher to be late for. I actually took a class with him last semester. He’s a hard ass, but a lot of students like him. I bet you will.”
I nod. That’s what I’m afraid of.
“Meet any cute boys? Or do you have a boy back home?” Brenna asks. “I haven’t seen you flirt with a single guy since you’ve arrived-let me guess.” She looks at me, studying. “You have a high school sweetheart, been together since the fifth grade, captain of the football team. Am I close?” She laughs. It’s obvious she thinks I’m a prude. I may look clean cut, but I’m far from prudish. I want to tell her about what Professor Leo and I did while I was bent over the desk, but I’m not one to kiss and tell, and I don’t want mine and Leo’s-relationship?-whatever it is between us, to get out in the open. It’s private and I want to keep it that way. I need to keep it that way. I have a professional reputation to worry about. If I want to be seen as a serious lawyer one day, what I do now matters. I can’t be going around, acting like a wild co-ed. Men might be able to get away with it. In the court room people will just think they’re some kind of stud who can talk his way into bed with anyone. It’s probably considered an asset, even. But I don’t have that luxury. If anyone found out I slept with my professor, they’ll say I have a habit of sleeping my way to the top. It’s a bullshit double standard, but that’s the way it is.
“No high school sweetheart,” I say. “I had a boyfriend for a minute, but it didn’t work out. I spend too much time on schoolwork to get wrapped up with romantic relationships. I can’t risk having any distractions.”
She laughs again. I start to find the cackling, witchy sound of her laughter annoying. She says, “That’s what I thought.”
I’m not sure if I should be offended by that or not. I decide it’s not worth pursuing. Let her think what she wants. It doesn’t matter to me.
“So, I have a couple friends coming over tonight. You’re more than welcome to stay and watch. You can even join in if you want.” She winks at me. “But things tend to get a little loud and rough.” She lifts up a set of handcuffs and a whip. I lift my eyebrows and blush.
“I’ll go study at the campus coffee shop,” I say.
She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
There’s a knock at the door as I’m loading my schoolwork into my bag. Brenna answers it. I hadn’t noticed it before, but all she’s wearing is a thong and a cropped t-shirt with an Ouija board graphic on it.
I’m a little surprised to see two very large men standing at the door. When she said a couple friends I thought there would be a woman in there somewhere. The two guys walk in, and instead of a “Hi, how are you?” or any sort of verbal greeting, they each take turns kissing Brenna long and deep with a lot of tongue.
Well then, I guess that’s my cue to go. I scoop up my bag and laptop and make my way to leave.
“Sure you don’t want to stay?” Brenna says as I’m walking out the door. One of the men looks at me with a smile and a wink.