The last shock waves of the orgasm leave my body, and I scan the theater again before tapping Leo’s shoulder, giving him the all clear that it’s safe to come up back to his seat. He leans over and gives me deep kiss on the lips, and I taste myself on his lips.
I watch the rest of the movie in a blissed-out daze, resting my head on his shoulder and holding his hand.
After the movie we go to dinner. He takes me to his favorite sushi restaurant; another thing I haven’t done in ages. Usually I grab whatever I can from the cafeteria and eat while I read or study. It’s a quaint and quiet spot, tucked into a little nook of a strip mall. The food is to die for, the best sushi I’ve ever had. I’m nervous at first because he’s so affectionate with me. Not only do I not know how to take that, considering this was only supposed to be a fling, but also because he’s my professor and he doesn’t seem at all concerned about people seeing us together.
Even though the thought of getting caught and there being some sort of scandal is horrifying, I love the idea of us dating; being a couple. He’s everything I could ever want in a boyfriend. I know, after meeting him, no one will ever be good enough for me. I’ll compare every other man to him in the future and no one will ever measure up. He’s ruining me for anyone else. Leo is the whole package. I just wish we didn’t have this complication to deal with. I understand why the school has a policy against professors and students dating. I’ve heard horror stories over the years of professors who take advantage of their status to coerce students to date them, but in this circumstance, we’re both adults. This isn’t high school. No one is taking advantage of the situation. I don’t need special treatment in order to get good grades. There’s no reason a relationship between us couldn’t work. Unfortunately, not everyone would see it that way.
As we sit here having dinner and I learn more about him, the idea becomes ever more appealing. I learn that, like me, he always wanted to be a lawyer. But for him, life got in the way. His mother had got sick and he chose to take care of her once he graduated from law school. He took a job teaching at the law school rather than taking months to study for the bar, and once she got better, he didn’t really have the desire to be a lawyer anymore. He enjoyed teaching and interacting with the students. He likes the freedom the academic calendar gives him so he can pursue his other hobbies and travel. He hasn’t ruled out ever becoming a lawyer, but for now, he really loves what he does.
“So why do you want to be a lawyer? Were your parents in law?” he asks. The waitress brings us a tiny carafe of sake. The warm alcohol relaxes me, taking away any nervous thoughts I may have had about getting caught in public with him. I’m able to settle in and enjoy our time together getting to know each other. I find myself being completely comfortable opening up to him. I tell him things I don’t tell anyone.
“The opposite, actually. My dad and brother are in jail. They’re innocent, and they could’ve received a fair trial and justice if we’d been able to afford a decent lawyer. But my family’s poor, and the legal system is stacked against poor folks. I plan to work in public defense or for a free legal clinic that helps low-income families who deserve a fair chance.”
He touches my hands across the table. The lamp above our heads picks up flecks of red and silver in his hair. He’s truly the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“I’m very impressed by you,” he says, weaving our fingers together. “You’re all action. Most people who go through hardship do a lot of talking about how they will make things better, but they never have a plan to actually execute it. You’re dedicated and smart. You’ll be an amazing lawyer. I have all the confidence in you.”
My heart flutters as he leans forward and kisses me. “Why don’t we go back to my place?” he says with a suggestive smile.
I grab my coat off the back of my chair. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. “Let’s go,” I say eagerly.
We get back to his house. It’s a modest track home in a great neighborhood. Far nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived. It’s a cozy two-story with a fireplace and big yard. The whole living area has been converted into a library, all the walls covered in books. Instead of a typical living room with a couch and chairs and TV, there is a comfortable-looking nook with a bench covered in pillows and a lamp with soft yellow light for reading. I imagine this would be exactly the kind of decor I would have in my own place if I had one, which makes me feel all the more at home here with him.
“I like to do little DIY projects,” he says, pointing to all the little details that I just start to notice. I realize the shelves are made out of metal pipes, and the lamp shades are the covers of old books that have fallen apart and he’s sewn together.
“This is amazing! You’re incredible.”
He takes me in his arms and holds me close to him. I can feel that he already wants me.
I let out a slow breath. “So are you,” he tells me and kisses me deep.
He lights the fire. It casts a warm glow over the room, warming my skin. He lights candles and turns on fairy lights that wrap around the beams of the ceiling. It’s all so romantic and wonderful. He piles woven blankets and furry throw pillows onto the floor and guides me over to them.
He slowly peels off my shirt and lets it fall to the floor. My bra is next. He holds my naked breasts in his hands, caressing and kissing, and sucking at my hard nipples. I roll my head back and close my eyes as his tongue and teeth work on that sensitive area. My pussy aches with every flick of his tongue. There seems to be a direct line connecting my nipples and clit because every time he sucks or bites on my nipples, I feel a twinge between my legs-a crisp shock of electricity that seems to ignite my whole body. I’m wet and I want him so badly, but I’m in no hurry. I don’t want to rush this, so I let him take his time and I just enjoy the sensation.
He lays me on one of the soft faux fur blankets on the floor and pulls off my skirt and panties, leaving me naked and exposed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, lying beside me. His eyes roam over my pale skin, taking in every freckle, every detail that is tailored specifically to my body. The way his eyes light up when looking at me allows me to relax. He’s the first person I’ve ever allowed myself to be fully comfortable around without clothes on. I’ve always been self-conscious. My butt has always been a little on the bigger side. And though men seem to like it, girls in middle school and high school always made fun of me. All of the insults made me horribly self-conscious growing up. I made sure to always wear baggy clothes, and when I would go to the pool or lake, I would always wear a cover-up. As I got older, I didn’t care as much, but I still have those moments where I cringe a little when I see myself naked. That is until I met Leo. He makes me feel beautiful.
“Spread your legs for me baby, I want to see that pretty pussy.”
I open my legs for him, propping my foot up on a chair so he gets the best view possible. He growls with approval. He grabs one of the oversized pillows in the pile in the cozy little reading corner and puts it under my ass to prop me up. Now my ass is exposed to him along with my pussy. It’s a vulnerable position to be in, but I trust him and so I allow myself to just lie here, spread out for him to see every part of my body.
He holds my hip and lowers his head. My eyes flutter closed when his skillful tongue starts to work at my wet pussy, swollen with want.
“I want to try something, okay? If you don’t like it, you can stop me, but I think you will,” he says.
I nod, a little nervous. But again, I trust him. And right now I’m open to just about anything as long as I’m with him.
He leaves and comes back a moment later with coconut oil. My eyes widen a little. He puts some on his fingers. My breathing quickens as his oiled fingers disappear from my sight between my legs. He rubs my asshole gently.
“Relax,” his says.
I take a deep breath and allow my body to release the tension. That’s when he slips a finger into my asshole. I moan. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but as my body continues to relax, I find myself enjoying it. He sucks my breasts and nipples as he fingers that previously out of bounds place. My whole body seems to open up. All my nerve endings come alive until I feel like I might come without my pussy even being touched.
“Oh my God, why does that feel so good?” I ask as he adds another finger to my hole.
“There are a lot of nerves attached to that area,” he says, and there’s something very sexy about how he uses his teacher voice at the same time he has his fingers in my ass. It’s naughty. “And if you relax and open your mind to it, it could be the best sex you’ve ever had.”