Reality strikes him. I stare at his eyes widened face and a dropped jaw. What was he thinking about?
“I… I just made an underage cum for me.” He says bluntly. I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. This was what made him make that face huh?
“It’s okay! Really! I’ll call you Zayn for all that matters, okay? Besides…” I bend down to whisper in his ear.
“People won’t know about it unless we tell them, right?” I say to him.
“You’re wrong there, Cassandra.” I jump at a familiar voice coming from the door. It was my brother who must be the last person to walk in to our shit. Quickly dispersing myself away from Professor Zayn, I guiltily stand in the middle of my room. Thunders were barking at me for losing my dignity in front of my brother, my Professor and my best friend.
“I- I didn’t mean to.”
“Did he force you?” The next question arrives to which I confidently shake my head. Professor Zayn sighs and apologises to Louis without reason. That drives me nuts. I don’t care if I’m bringing my family problems into picture in front of my Professor who I admire the most.
But I have to defend my actions, also Professor Zayn too.
“Louis you have no say in this.” Ravine steps forth and blasts on my face. Louis glares at me, which was thank god less an intensity to see because of the dim light around us.
“What the hell do you mean by that, Cassandra?”
“You two.” I raise my head up, “You two have no say in this. Every time you’re associated, you turn the whole place into a brothel house. Do you think I feel comfortable with you two doing shit behind my back? Do you think you well hiding it well all these years?” I burst.
Louis’ expression calms down when he tries to approach me.
“Leave. I’ll do whatever I want with my life. Besides, I wasn’t fucking my Professor nor was he his student. Now get out.” I push them out of the door and slam it on their faces. They looked guilty to say the least, but I wasn’t in a mood to be suppressed by anyone right now.
They think all mighty and boastful about themselves but keep me out of the brighter image, all the time. I hate such mentality. If they weren’t close to my heart, I’d cut the strings between us with ease.
“Whoa.” I turn my glare to my Professor who throws his hands up in surrender.
“I mean… that was pretty intense. You… took the words out of my tongue.” He says, standing up to walk towards me. I sigh, letting him hug me and take all my negative emotions away. He has been nothing but sweet and hot to me, something i never imagined him to be.
He was always throwing disgusted glances at us two, but I hope he understands that our lives are not as perfect as his.
Zayn Johnson is one of the heirs to the richest company on earth, Johnson travels and stay.
He is a single child with busy parents, but that’s the only thing I’ve heard from staff rooms. He is strict on himself and doesn’t associate with his students much, but I guess I broke the record tonight.
Parting from his hug, I drag him to lay down on the bed in the same position. While on top of him, he hesitantly places his warm, big palm on my head to caress it. I was almost purring like a kitten at his touch. I like this kind of feeling.
“Let’s just sleep. We will see things for tomorrow.” He says. Throwing all the unnecessary out of the window, we pick up on our slumber and I almost forget to clean my wetness away.
The morning under the bedsheets, we were smelling like cheese and popcorn which changed my view on both the foods. It was disgusting to think, but the man laughs it off saying, “Haha! It’s fine. I’m used to it now. ”
Used to it?
Does he mean he’s touched other girls before? That was so obvious…
Why didn’t I ever think why he never went awkward during last night’s adventures? He was so confident with his thrusts and knew how to please a girl. I’m such an idiot.
Waking up, I stand beside the bed to see his bright face in the morning. Such a neat and tidy man he was. I on the other side smell like rags 24/7. Well, I cannot compare to the riches.
“Well, uh… there’s a new set of toothbrushes in the kitchen. I’ll get them for you. And…” I scan for analogy, “I’ll grab a pair of clothes from Louis’s wardrobe too. I think you’ll fit in his clothes.” I say.
He gently nods his head and says ‘thank you’, but I’m already rushing out of the room. For some unknown reason, I didn’t like the fact that he was experienced. (Did I mention this before too? Oh well, anyway…)
He touched girls that might have pleasured him in ways more than I did. I’m shameful that he couldn’t even orgasm because of me. Yes, I felt guilty.
Having the toothbrush and a fresh pair of clothes for him, I argued a little with Louis, I head into my room where I catch him touching himself.
Shit.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea, Cassandra!
I should get out and remove my trace before he can learn I was here! Oh god, I’m worse than a creep at the moment.
Looking out for Louis or Ravine to walk in, I take a deep breath and stand right outside the door. I, because of curiosity, want to hear him moan. I want to hear him pleasure himself so I can prepare myself how he sounds.
What am I saying!? It’s not like I want to hook up with my Professor!
Well, a few seconds later, I hear his breathing start to escalate. He was panting for air. Damn he’s good. I want to hear him up close, but now I can’t and won’t. I don’t want to, because I’ll feel guilty again for stopping his pleasure.
I want to touch myself here. He sounds so good!
As I started biting my lower lip to resist myself, the man suddenly sprints towards the bathroom to continue.
I shamelessly walk in silently like a cat. Peeing inside the open door, which I thanked god for keeping open, I peep in like a stalker. He was pumping himself vigorously. His arm over the wall for support. I can see his toes curl as a familiar name drops out of his mouth.
“Oh fuck, Cassandra…” he drags my name as he shoots his load into the bowl. Shit. Shit. Shit.
What did I just witness?
I want to be near him now. I want him to spray his load all over me. I can ignore all the social laws and rules for him and have one sex scene with him. Just one.
Taking a deep breath, I run back out as the sound of the flush covers up for my hasty footsteps. That was… great. I don’t think I’ll be able to forget about this day. Professor Zayn… so you cannot resist me anymore, huh?
I’ll make you regret for all the glares you’ve been throwing at us, all these years. I’ll make you pay for the emotional instability you gave me, to us.
Ravine wanted him to herself just as much as I did. She wanted to eat him alive, or worse, chain him to her bed like a pet and have sex with him whenever she wanted. Yup, she’s one wild girl. But Mr Johnson is one such guy who makes every girl think that way.
He’s just too alluring to exist amongst hormonal teenage girls.
“E-excuse me, sir-” I should slap myself first. My mind was still hazy with his actions and my own thoughts on him.
“Yes, Oh. You’ve been outside?” He asks as I cautiously pretend to not be outside the door, listening to him moan my name. “No, Zayn. I just came here. Why?” I ask, to test if he was guilty of moaning my name.
Instead, he smirks.
“Oh, it’s nothing. You missed a show.” He says. Oh this devil!
“W-what show?” I ask again, acting clueless like an angel. Handing him the toothbrush, I can now smell the scent of sex right out of him. He smells decently musky. I like it. It riles up my hormones in an unfathomable way.
“Okay. Um… breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes.” I say. He turns around to walk into the bathroom. His ass, his round plumpous ass was way too irresistible for me. I know I’ll get a “What the fuck are you doing!?” glare from him but I just can’t help it!
*smack!*
He turns around, but I’ve already fled the place. Oh lord, may God help me survive the consequences after hitting him. I genuinely started fearing my life when he started chasing me, but stopped at the doorframe.
He peeps out, I smile michevously.
He smiles, too.
At breakfast prepared by Louis, we happily munch on pancakes with limited amount of maple syrup. I felt harsh glares from all three sides of the table. From Ravine, saying ‘how dare you sleep with my crush like that!?’
From Louis, saying ‘how dare you sleep with a man like that!?’
And finally from Professor Zayn, saying ‘why don’t you sleep with me like that?’
In all corners, I was losing my mind when I shake off the thought. Gulping everything down in mere bites, I’m the first one to flee the dinner table. Not knowing someone was following me, I rush to my room when I almost crush a hand that blocked me from shutting it close.
It was professor Zayn’s arm that almost got a fracture.
“Oh lord. You-” I stop speaking, precisely because he was looking down at me with lust and all dark emotions.
“Wha- what’s on your mind?” I raise an eyebrow. I cannot deny the heartbeat of my pussy again. It’s giving me more pleasure than I ever touched myself.
“Nothing. Just wanna teach you a trick that helps you enter any guy’s heart with ease.” He says. My eyes widen. Why does he want to teach me shit? I’m pretty much okay being single, whoa-!
He suddenly spins me around and pushes me towards my study desk. The items on the study desk almost fall, a few falling horizontal from the shelf above too. In front of us was the window that was fogged up.
“I’ll also teach you why,” SMACK!
“You must not,” SMACK SMACK!
“Tease your professor.” SMACK!
By the time he gave me five hard smacks on ass, I was whimpering like a little girl.
“You like it, don’t you?” He licks my ear to emphasize. I cannot reject it, my body betrayed me and told him I loved it.
I grew extremely speechless when he slowly removes my pants.
“Trust me. I’m not doing anything illegal.” I chuckle at him inside my brain. Of course he will be careful not to take my virginity. I respect him for that.
“Okay.” I say softly, letting him completely remove my pants and underwear. My breathing goes rugged when he massages my folds with his thumb. I was going nuts.
“You like it?”
“I love it.” I shamelessly express how needy i am right now.
“Good girl.” And then, I feel his clothed hard member against my folds. He bends me at such an angle and spreads my legs so he has complete access to my core from behind.
He thrusts me in a few times. It felt so, so good.
The way he holds my waist for support and rocks his hips… I want him to be my pornstar already.
The fogged up window was my next aim as I place my palm on it. My handprint smears against it as his breathing comes back to haunt me. There’s it!
The sounds I’ve been yearning from him!
But this time, I’m hearing it by myself.
And the cause of it is me.