As his hips start to move and the head of his cock swells, I know he’s about to come. He makes a hissing sound only I can hear just before spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. His legs are shaking and I swallow every drop. He shivers as I release him from my mouth.
Like he did with my class, he dismisses this class early too. When everyone is gone, he yanks me out from under the desk. The look on my face is set hard, his brows drawn together like he might reprimand me, but then he kisses me.
“You’re surprising me at every turn,” he says, then he smiles.
I’m surprising myself too. There’s no way I would have done something so crazy even a week ago. There’s something about Leo that makes me willing to risk everything.
The next day it’s the same thing. I stay after class and as soon as all the students have left, I’m naked and bent over classroom furniture. He holds me up against the wall, lifting me off my feet so that they wrap around his waist. He fucks me until I’m sore and sends me on my way before his next cluster of students enter the room.
Every day I stay after class for our “lessons”. It’s my favorite part of the day. And sometimes, but not often, he’ll show up at the coffee shop while I’m studying. Other than that we text before I go to bed and start all over the next morning. I’ve grown to hate weekends. That’s the only time I don’t see him. Those days I’m stuck with my roommate, listening to whichever person (or people) she’s entertaining at the time, and their naked theatrical productions usually leave me spending most of my time in the dorm lounge or the library. It’s almost as if I don’t have a dorm room, but I’m not going to create trouble with Brenna. I can make this work.
Sunday night, before I fall asleep, I see an email from the administration sent to all of the students. Classes are canceled on Monday. I’m not sure why. Yet another day I won’t see Leo and it has me feeling sadder than I anticipated.
I’m lying in bed Monday, trying to think of something to keep me busy this morning, while Brenna is finishing getting ready for the part time job she picked up recently.
There’s a knock at the door. I assume it’s another one of Brenna’s friends. “Are you gonna get that?” Brenna asks when I don’t get up. She typically answers the door when she’s expecting someone, so I’m confused.
“Are you waiting for someone?” I ask.
She fluffs her hair in the mirror and applies a thin layer of lipstick that seems far too bright for this time of morning. “Nope, you?”
“No,” I say. Maybe someone in the dorm has been locked out of their room and needs to use the phone. It doesn’t happen often but there are times when we get the random knock on the door by other dorm neighbors, telling us about a party or asking to borrow something.
When I open the door, I nearly trip over my feet when I see Leo standing there. He’s not wearing his typical professor attire with the khakis, tweed jacket, and oxford style shoes. Instead, he wears jeans, Chucks, and a button up plaid shirt. He looks casual, yet cool and sexy as hell.
I stand at the threshold like an idiot, ogling and marveling at him. When Brenna comes up behind me, I startle.
“Professor Whitford,” she says, confused. She also seems to notice the casual way he’s dressed and is perplexed by it. “I thought classes were cancelled today, at least that’s what the email said,” she says. There’s a hint of fear in her voice. Which is strange because all she seems to care about is sex and partying, yet to get into this school and stay here, you have to maintain excellent grades. Maybe she’s one of the lucky few who just aces school and doesn’t have to work as hard as the rest of us.
Leo smiles casually. It’s a friendly smile that seems to catch her off guard. I know they have a turbulent history and she was kicked out of his class, but there doesn’t seem to be any bad blood between them.
“There aren’t any classes today, but I am here on official business. Ms. Stevens,” he says to me. “I know you’re trying your best, but there are some things we need to discuss about the last paper you turned in,” he says to me.
Considering we haven’t turned in any papers recently, I know he’s full of shit. I have to stop myself from smiling. Brenna looks at him, then at me. She gives me an odd look. I can tell she has questions and the look she gives me hints that she will ask me about this later.
Brenna shrugs and leaves for her job. I invite Leo in, glad that I had cleaned my half of the room the day before. He locks the door behind him and rushes over to kiss me. We tumble back on my little twin-sized bed and make out until my lips are raw and my skin is chafed by the slight stubble on his chin.
“Come see a movie with me,” he says.
I lean away from him in surprise. This is definitely not where I saw this going. “Like a date?” I ask. Then I feel presumptuous and wish I can take the word back.
He shrugs. “That’s usually what people call it, I guess.”
“Oh really?” I say teasingly. “Is that not what you call it?”
He rolls on top of me, pinning me against the bed. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. “Go on a date with me, Kimmy.” He looks deep into my eyes. I feel like I’m looking into the universe and if I look away for even one second I will lose him and float away. I get lost staring into his eyes. “I want to go on a date with you,” he says. “Yes, I want you all to myself. No rushed meetings. No interruptions. I’m not seeing anyone else, and I expect the same from you. I want more between us. Does that answer any of the questions you might have?”
My heart thrashes against my chest. I nod.
“Good. Let’s get going already. The movie will start soon.”
We go to the movie, a romantic comedy I’ve been dying to see but haven’t allowed myself to take the time to do it. We get a bucket of popcorn, ridiculously large sodas and sour candies. Leo holds my hand and scoots close to me. Occasionally he kisses the side of my head. The tension builds between the characters, but I’m barely paying attention as Leo strokes my bare leg with the tips of his fingers. His eyes are on the screen, and he feigns innocence the few times I tell him to cut it out. But he doesn’t stop, and eventually his hand is sliding up my inner thigh, fingertips gently caressing the soft skin there. I turn around to make sure nobody can see, but the few people who are in the theater are scattered away from us and they’re all paying attention to the screen. I breathe slow and methodically, trying to control the urge to climb up onto his lap and mount him like a champion bull rider.
His hand continues to crawl up my skirt until his fingers are just at the edge of my silky panties, tracing the line between satin and skin every so lightly and teasingly. A few times I wiggle, urging his fingers to dip inside my panties, but I see that devilish smirk appear on his face and I realize that Leo will take all the time he wants playing his little game. Finally his finger snakes under the fabric, and he drags his finger up and down my already dripping pussy. I look in back of me again and decide nobody will be bothered if I prop my foot up on the seat in front of me. Once my foot is up, he has plenty of room to explore. His fingers are long and thick. He puts two fingers inside me and pushes all the way in, so far that I feel his fingertip brushing my g-spot. I inhale sharply at the sudden sensation, and sit up a little straighter, unable to control my body’s movements as long as he keeps stroking me like that. I bite my lip to keep from making noise as his thick fingers continue to fuck me. His eyes are on the screen the entire time, and just a hint of a smile betrays that he’s actually not paying attention to the screen at all.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of me and drops our box of candies to the floor. Before I can even understand what he’s doing, he’s on the floor and pulling my panties aside and lapping at my clit. His tongue works its voodoo magic across my slippery and swollen clit, and it practically sends me into convulsions. My knees shake like mad. My hands are gripping the arm rests. The tight circles he’s drawing with his tongue over my clit are the exact right rhythm that will have me coming in seconds, and I grab onto his head to make sure he doesn’t move his head, not an inch. My ass is raising out of the seat a little, and I grind into his face, coming closer and closer to the orgasm that’s just in sight. I’m too turned on to think about the mess I may be leaving on the seat’s upholstery. Then Leo’s fingers dip into my pussy again and stars burst behind my eyes. His free hand flies up and clamps over my mouth before my moan escapes my lips. But I come long and hard, and a woman a few rows in front of us looks back at me with an annoyed scowl on her face. Luckily for me she can’t see Leo on the floor in front of me on his knees.