“Um, no, but thanks for the offer.”
I go to the campus coffee shop. Standing in line, I hold my phone in my hand, hoping it will buzz to let me know I have a message. I haven’t heard from Leo since our encounter in the classroom. I start to wonder if maybe it was a one-time thing and he’s had his fill even though he eluded to it happening again. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to pursue this. An affair with a student isn’t exactly ideal for him either. But I have to admit, I’d be disappointed if it was over. I know I can’t afford the distraction, and an affair in person is definitely that-especially with a teacher. But I’ve never had anyone make me come like that before. I’m not ready for it to be over just yet.
I look at my phone to confirm there are no messages. I sigh.
Once I’m at the front of the line, I order my latte. I go to pay the barista, but someone behind me steps up and hands the girl his credit card. “It’s on me,” the man behind me says.
I look over my shoulder, surprised to see Leo. My heart skips a beat and already I start to feel something stir in my core at the sight of him.
“Hello Ms. Stevens,” Leo says with a smirk.
“Hello Professor-”
“Leo,” he says.
“Hello Leo.”
He orders his drink and we wait for them to be made.
“I’m surprised to see you here so late,” I tell him. The sun has gone down and there are mostly students sitting at the tables around us, though it’s surprisingly dead for the first day of school. I figured this place would be packed with people studying. I like it this way, though. I have a feeling with being Brenna’s roommate, there are going to be a lot of study sessions here and in the library.
“First day is always hectic.” He gets his order and holds his cup up. “Needed some fuel to finish up.”
I get my latte and he says, “Sit with me for a little while.”
I have so much studying to do, and if it were anyone else, I would politely decline, but there’s something about him that makes it impossible for me to say no. We sit at a corner table for privacy. Suddenly I feel self-conscious.
He chuckles, breaking the silence. “Imagine my surprise when you walked through my classroom door this morning,” he says.
I laugh too. “I know exactly how that feels.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that wasn’t done on purpose?”
“You think I found out who you were and signed up for your class?”
“Nothing surprises me these days.”
“Well, if you look at my transcripts you’ll know I applied for this class long before we ever started talking, and I had no idea who you were or that you just happened to be on the particular dating site I was scrolling through that night when we first met.”
His lips slide into a crooked smile. “Trust me, I know your transcripts like the back of my hand by now.”
“Who’s the stalker now?” I say playfully.
He surprises me again by saying, “Well, considering I hate coffee and would never come here unless I thought I could see you again, I guess that makes me the stalker.”
“You just assumed I would be here?”
“I hoped you would. You had a cup of coffee in your hand when you came to class, and reading your file, I know you have Brenna Keeler as your roommate. I had to kick her out of one of my classes last semester because she was so disruptive. Seeing how dedicated you are to your schooling, it wasn’t hard to guess you’d wind up here at some point tonight.”
I feel my face flush. He’s been waiting here for me this whole time, hoping I would show up but not knowing for sure if I would. That doesn’t seem like the behavior of someone who thinks this is just a one-time fling. It seems like something you’d do if you wanted to pursue someone.
I try to get rid of those thoughts the second I have them. Of course, this was just a fling, is just a fling, even if we do hook up again. I have to stop thinking that way. No distractions. That’s what I told myself, and I mean it. We are not entering into a relationship.
“Where’s your boyfriend this time of night?” he asks.
I look at him, offended. He laughs. “Do you really think I would be on a dating site and letting you do … you know, if I had a boyfriend?”
He shrugs. “Just checking. You never know about relationships these days. Commitment is old fashioned. Relationships are open and fluid.”
“I guess that makes me old fashioned,” I say.
“Do you have a girlfriend or wife?” I ask.
My throat goes dry and I suddenly wish I hadn’t asked. If he tells me he does, I think I might be sadder about it than I should be.
“Nope. Not since college a hundred years ago,” he says, mocking his older age. I know he’s thirty-six, but he doesn’t look it. He has a maturity about him that makes it obvious that he’s not a college student, and there are a few wisps of gray hair dappling his temples, but other than that, his skin is smooth and flawless and his hair is styled in a way that could be worn on older or younger men. He’s just classically handsome which makes his age mysterious if you don’t know for sure.
“I guess I just haven’t met the right girl … yet. I’ve been holding out for someone beautiful and smart and who I can spend hours talking to in the middle of the night.” He gives me a long, knowing look. There have been times when we’ve talked on the phone for six hours. The only reason we hung up in the first place was because neither of us had the strength to keep our eyes open any longer.
I blush and smile, looking down at my coffee as I pick off the label with my name on it.
He chuckles. “You’re beautiful when you blush, you know that?” I lift my eyes to look at him. His gaze pierces me right in the heart. Shit. I could fall for this man. It would be far too easy to do.
Leo touches my leg under the table. “Go into the bathroom,” he says.
I open my mouth to ask a question, but he makes me shut it with his teacherly glare. He wants me to do as I’m told. No questions asked. So I do.
I slowly get out of my chair and look around the room. No one is watching us. No one seems to care what we’re doing. They don’t think a thing about it, so I allow myself to relax just a bit. When I’m certain no eyes are on me, I go into the bathroom. It’s a single, gender neutral stall with a door that locks. There are two more bathroom stalls in the hallway so I don’t have to worry about anyone walking in.
Leo comes a few minutes later and locks the door behind him. My breathing becomes rapid as he approaches me. There’s only one reason anyone looks at another person that way, the hunger in their eyes, the want. My stomach has butterflies and I start to get wet with the anticipation of what’s to come. I don’t think about getting caught or hogging the bathroom. All I care about is the promise in his expression and what’s about to happen.
My breath shivers out as his hands slide under my shirt. He touches the skin of my belly, circling my belly button with his finger. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispers. He looks at me and my knees start to weaken. He moves his face toward me, achingly slow. The excitement causes a rush of blood in my ears and I can’t hear anything but my own rapid heartbeat. When his lips touch mine, I feel it in every inch of my body. The nerves under my skin tick on one at a time like an assembly line of light switches until everything feels bright and illuminated. His lips are sweet, a hint of coffee, cream and sugar. My lips buzz as his press against mine, and I part them, teasing my tongue past his lips, feeling the warmth of his mouth. Our tongues slide together in a delicate dance. I reach my fingers to his head and take strands of his hair through my fingers. I love the way his hair feels on my skin. Just yesterday I could only imagine how he’d feel, how he’d taste, how he’d smell, and now he’s here in front of me, and the reality is so much better than anything I could have imagined. I pull his head closer to mine, deepening the kiss, but still, it’s not enough for me. It’s not close enough. I want him inside me, all over me, I want to crawl up inside him. The need for that connection becomes desperate.
He unbuttons my jeans and slides his hand into my panties. My head is filled with silk and cotton, my thoughts are a blur. All that I know right now is how my body feels and it’s the closest thing to heaven that I’ve ever known. I let out a whimper as his fingers slip and slide across my wet, swollen clit and sensitive folds.
His smile is devilish when he says, “You’re already so wet. You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?”
I nod, unable to speak actual words. Every muscle in my body has turned to liquid. If he let me go now, I would be a puddle on the ground, the same as the wet spot building in my panties as my pussy drips from his attention.