“Rosey, would you pass the salt shaker?”

I smile at my grandma, and wonder if she has some kind of sixth sense for putting her granddaughter into awkward situations.

“Of course, Grandma,” I smile as I pass her the salt.

I tried to back out of this dinner, but saying no to Grandpa is the hardest thing ever. When my grandma wants something, he’s an expert at giving it to her. And that meant me coming to my mom’s house tonight.

“So where is Jerry, today?” Grandpa asks. “Your husband too good to join us?”

“Jerry is on sabbatical in Africa at the moment. He’s doing an anthropology research study for three weeks.”

My mom keeps shooting Professor Hanks strange looks. My skin tingles. I wonder if she suspects there could be anything between us?

No big deal mom, just asked Professor Hanks to take my virginity.

“How do you like the casserole, honey?” Grandma barks from across the table, jolting me. I realize I’ve been stirring my casserole with a fork for some time.

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s delicious,” I say a little too weakly.

The truth is I can’t take my eyes off Professor Hanks. I thought about him on Wednesday when he wasn’t in class. I wondered what he was doing, if he was going to give me his cell phone number some time, and what he thought of me. And Friday morning, when I decided to sleep off my hangover and skip his class, I wondered if he'd miss me.

We make small talk for a while, but I can’t focus. I’m checking out Professor Hanks. Everyone in Blackwell has heard the rumors about his sexual prowess. And although I’m the only one in the room who can verify them, I like him for a different reason. His intelligence. See, it’s not often you meet a man who has the brains up top to match the equipment down low. Which is probably part of the reason he only wants to fuck me for sixty days or whatever our agreement said. We’re already eight days in. When is he going to take my virginity?

It irks me that we haven’t gotten to really chat things out after my last session in his office this past Monday. At dinner, he ignores me and talks to my grandparents the whole time. Granted, my grandparents are pretty cool, and basically founded this town, but he doesn’t say a single word to me.

Finally, the plates are empty, my Grandpa and Professor Hanks are enjoying a scotch, and my mom decides it’s time. “Well, shall we? I’ll get the car ready. Mr. Hanks, you can see yourself out. Would you help your grandfather down the stairs, Rose?”

“Nonsense. I can walk down the stairs on my own,” he bites back.

“Sorry Dad. I know you can. I know. Just want to be careful.” Everyone gets up and starts to walk out.

After being unable to speak up during most of dinner, I finally do. Because I have to. I want him so bad. And sometimes a girl has to take some bold action. “Um, Mom. I actually had a couple of questions for Professor Hanks. About class. Do you mind if he sticks around for a few minutes while you drive them home? I missed class on Friday.”

She looks at the two of us. My heart thumps. I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth. “Of course that’s fine. I’ll be back in half an hour.” I wonder if she just totally rules out the possibility of me and him getting together. “Some lively discussion will keep him entertained. Perhaps he’ll still be here when I come back.”

I ruffle my brow. I’m not exactly sure what she means by that.

But I do know that her being gone to take my grandparents back to their home will give us approximately twenty-nine minutes alone together. I’m not even sure what kind of activities twenty-nine minutes leaves us time for.

But I’m dying to explore what’s underneath Professor Hanks’s shirt. Cole’s shirt. Ha. I felt funny saying that yesterday.

“I guess I can stay for a couple of minutes and teach her a thing or two.”

Professor Hanks’s voice is harsh. He shakes hands with my Grandpa, hugs and kisses my Grandma, and waves to them as they load into my mom’s car. She leaves, and we’re finally all alone. In my parent's living room.

He steps toward me. “So are you ready to play?”

“Can’t we talk, first?”

He smirks. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know. The fact that you just had dinner with my whole fucking family!”

“Your Grandfather is just so damn charming. How can I say no to that guy? Plus, no one knows what’s going on between us. I’m your dirty little secret, remember?”

I huff. “It’s just...it’s fucking stressful. I do trust you. But can I at least get your cell phone number or something?”

“Fine,” he relents. I hand him my phone. He plugs in his number, and gives himself a missed call.

“Do you not trust me? I mean it’s not like I’m twelve. I’m not going to talk about this with anyone, Cole. This is just between you and me.”

Any trace of a smile disappears from his face when I use his first name. “Look, it’s fine, Jordyn Rose,” He emphasizes my scantily used first name. “I understand this is just for your research.”

“My sex therapy research.” My smile turns naughty.

His blue eyes are icy as they stare into mine. “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

I nod.

He takes a step toward me so he’s close. Sometimes I forget he’s almost a full foot taller than me. I feel a slap on my ass. “Up the stairs, my Little Rose.”

I do as he says. “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s time for your oral lesson.” His voice is gruff. I feel him smacking my ass with every other stair I walk up.

Once we’re in the hall, he looks around. “Is this your mother’s room?” Professor Hanks asks, pointing down the carpet on the hall to the room that is obviously the biggest.

“Yes,” I answer. He takes my hand and leads me to the archway. “You want to teach me in...my mom’s room?”

“Quiet, Rose.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have a seat on the bed.”

I do as I’m told. I’ve got jeans and a t-shirt on, nothing fancy. It’s not lost on me that when I sit, I am on the exact eye level as his crotch.

“What are you going to do?” I ask. He’s silent for a moment as he paces back and forth along the outside of the bed. The ebbing sunlight sneaks through the colorfully-leaved trees outside the second story window.

“Like I said, it’s time for your oral lesson. I know you’re a virgin. But tell me, have you ever sucked a cock before?”

“Yes,” I admit. “A few times. Nothing too notable though.” I laugh out loud at my own phrasing.

“Well, Rose, it’s time for me to teach you then. Now, the first step is really liking a man, being attracted to the man. No one likes an unenthusiastic blowjob. If you’re attracted to the man, and comfortable with him, the blowjob is easy. Are you attracted to me, Rose?”

“Yes.”

“And are you comfortable with me?”

My heart skips. I can feel his shadow drawing closer to me. “Yes, I am. You make me very comfortable.”

“Good.” He stops in front of me so his cock is in my face. “Because you’re going to have to stay relaxed.” Bending at the waist, he grabs the nape of my neck and delivers a long and ever so slow kiss, his lips searing into me. When he lets go, I lurch forward, trying to hold on to his mouth. “Relax. Especially your jaw.” The faintest smile breaks through the corner of his mouth, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“I feel very relaxed,” I say.

“Where are you from, Little Rose?” he asks.

“Blackwell,” I whisper.

“Take my cock out, Rose. Show me how you do it. I’m going to watch.”

The only other cock I’ve ever taken out in my life was uneventful, and slightly disappointing. I was so drunk when I was with Brandon Morrissey, the only reason I can still recall it is because my jaw hurt the next day.

This time, though, seems quite eventful.

On my mother’s bed.

With a man who is known as Hung Hanks around town.

My damn professor.

I press my head against his crotch, then unbutton and unzip him. I pull his denim down, and I can feel his hard cock through his boxers.

Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m so close to it, running both of my hands on it, but it seems extra big and hard right now. I look up, wondering if he’s going to give me a directive, or just see what I do.

“Take it out, Rose. Play with it.”

I pull his boxers down in one motion, and the thing flops into my face, slapping my nose. “Ow.” I smile at the fact that my professor just mushroom stamped me. I grab hold of the thing, using both of my small hands. It’s ginormous.

“Kiss the tip. And it’s all yours, Little Rose.”

I kiss his cock, then swirl my tongue around the tip. He lets out the slightest of groans. “Mmm. Good girl, Rose.”

I play with his balls with one hand while I slide my mouth down from the tip, to his base, and back up again. “Oh fuck,” he moans. “Rose, kneel.”

I slide off the bed and onto the ground, kneeling on the carpet.

“And take this off,” he growls, tugging at my white T-shirt. “I want to feel your tits while you suck my cock.” I slip my arms up and he helps me remove my shirt, so all I’ve got on is my white lace bra.

“C--Professor,” I stutter. I’m not sure why I all of a sudden wanted to call him Cole. “Professor Hanks, can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Can I take your shirt off too? I really want to do this while I’m feeling your abs.”

He smiles. “Of course.” He pulls his shirt off and chucks it on the floor. Jesus Dear God in heaven, forgive me for the sins I am about to commit. This man is irresistible, and I’ll do fucking anything for him.

“Now, Rose, show me how a good girl sucks her man’s cock.”

I let out a deep breath, open my mouth, and relax. I’m drooling. I’m fucking drooling as I take a few inches of him. Just like I was drooling the first time he ordered me.

Only this time I can touch him, and I love it. I let my free hand explore his abs as my head bobs forward and backward, wetting his cock with my saliva. I absorb myself in the activity.

Now this is what it feels to suck a man’s big, hard cock and love it.

I suck mercilessly, but I still can’t get down more than a few inches on him. He’s too thick. “Oh come on, Rose. That all you’ve got?”

The cocky fucking asshole has the nerve to critique my damn dick-sucking skills? I’ll show him. I take a big breath, relax my jaw, and dive down deep onto him. He lets out a whoosh of air.

“Oh, fuck, Rose. What the...my God, how do you do that?”

I hold my jaw open, and flash my eyes up toward him. I’ve always been one of the weird girls who lacked the gag reflex. That skill has never come in so handy as it is right now. I haven’t taken every inch, but I’ve taken quite a lot.

When I resurface, I take a deep, breathy gasp. Strands of drool and pre-come connect my lips to his cock. I slide my hand back and forth on him, enjoying feeling all of his length. I add another hand, and my mouth, milking his cock for all it’s worth. He leans his hips gently into me in rhythm, fucking my face. I close my eyes and concentrate on the task at hand. I feel a hand on my breast as he explores my body. A few minutes later, he pushes my head off.

“Do you see how hard you have me right now?”

“Ridiculously hard.”

“Rose,” he says as he leans down. “I need to fuck you right now. Are you ready to be a good little girl and take a man’s cock for the first time?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please, Professor Hanks. I want your cock so bad. I want to feel it in my pussy right now.”

He gently tugs me off my knees. He unzips my jeans and pulls them down.

Is my first time really going to be in my mom’s bedroom?

“Reach down and touch your pussy,” he tells me while he pulls his own pants down. “Get your little clit nice and ready for me.”

I do as he says, rubbing my fingers back and forth across my soaked opening. “I’m so wet already,” I say. The sight of Professor Hanks’ body is a thing to behold. The setting sun settles on his perfect abs and chest muscles.

“That’s good. You’re going to need to be very wet for what we’re about to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m going to stretch you out. I have to get you used to me.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“A little. I'll make sure to go slow though.”

He pauses, stares at me for a moment. “What?” I ask through the haze of my pleasure. I'm so wet, if he can't slip inside me now, he never will.

“God you're beautiful, Rose. That's all. Fucking gorgeous. And I love the faces you make when you pleasure yourself. And me.”

I whimper, his dark tone searing through me. “Please, Professor Hanks. Fuck me.”

He runs a hand over my face, and down to my neck and breasts. I melt, and he whispers: “It's time, Little Rose. Get on your back. And I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into the bathroom for a moment. I fall back on the bed, letting my arms fall over my head. I've thought about this moment for so long, I just want to let him take over now. From my view on the bed as he walks toward me from the bathroom, he looks giant, hulking. The intellectual I was crushing on in class is still there, but underneath his suit and glasses, as I suspected all along, is a bastion of unfiltered masculinity.

“Lift up your hips,” he says, towel in hand. “We need to put this down, just in case.”

“In case...oh.” As hulking as he is, a feeling of warmth comes over me knowing he’s also tender. I lift up my hips, making a sort of bridge yoga pose, and he slips the blue cotton towel underneath me. “I really am a virgin.”

“I know.” His kisses are tender, soft even, for such a hard man as he kneels over me. His cock is completely hard, touching part of my leg as he kisses around my neck, my breasts, my cheeks and finally plants one on my lips. I open my eyes for a moment and breathe him in.

“For such a bad, dirty man who is fucking one of your students, you’re quite caring of me. I wasn’t expecting this.”

He smiles, his dimples showing. “Rose, it’s your first time, baby. I need to break you in easy.”

“Oh God, just fuck me already.”

He stands at the side of the bed, his throbbing purple cock at a ninety degree angle. My friends would tell me I’m crazy for what I’m doing, but I don’t care. In this moment, I’m sure of my decision. Asking Professor Hanks to take my virginity was the best decision I’ve ever made.

He runs the tip of his cock back and forth along my wet open slit. “Relax,” he says. “Why are you tense?”

“Professor Hanks, just fuck me already. I want to know what it feels like to have a cock in me. A big cock. Your cock.”

He smiles as he pushes the tip in, and I can’t help but brace. I want him, but he’s right. I’m tense for some reason, and he’s not even an inch into me.

“Rose, I can’t. It’s too tight.”

“No. We need to do this. Please. I’m so wet.”

“I know what to do.”

His eyes flash to my pussy like a kid who’s just seen a piece of moist, mouth-watering cake. He dives into me furiously with his mouth, flicking my clit and swirling his tongue. I grind my hips up and into him as he wraps his hands and squeezes my bare ass. I run my hands through his hair while I fuck his face.

“C--Professor Hanks,” I mewl. I know I should be calling him Sir, but it just doesn’t sound right. “Lay down. May I suck your cock while you go down on me?”

He looks up, his face covered in my juices, with a twisted smile on his face. “You want to sixty-nine already. I love how dirty your mind is.”

“I just really want to feel you in my mouth, I need to taste you.”

He lays down on the bed next to me. I climb on top of him, surrounding his face with my legs and lean my mouth down toward his cock. I tremble as I feel one finger enter me. He works his thick digit pumping in and out slowly, as I’m writhing, unable to control my hips, he eases in a second finger. I feel the wetness of his mouth all over me.

I wrap my lips around his cock, diving onto him like a mad woman. It’s so hard to concentrate, but I bob as best I can while fucking his face with my pussy at the same time.

After a few minutes, he calls to me. “Rose. You’re ready.”

Fucking finally. “Okay,” I gasp, taking my mouth off him.

I flip back onto the towel, beyond ready to feel his thick cock penetrate me for the first time. Professor Hanks stands at the foot of the bed, puts my legs on his shoulders, and works himself into me, inch by inch. The tip of his cock penetrates me, stretching me a bit. As he pumps into me, little by little, the pain is intense at first. I can feel the head pressing against my hymen and I tighten, knowing it’s going to hurt more. I try to steady my breathing and relax myself, but the burning sensation as he breaks through the thin wall is overwhelming. I can’t help the grunt that leaves my mouth. He pauses and strokes my cheek reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Rose. Just breathe.”

I take a few deep breaths, allowing myself some time to work through the now slight pain. Once he sees that I am okay, he thrusts more of his cock into me. He doesn’t make it all the way to the base before I moan, the pain dissolving and turning into pleasure. I feel so incredibly full.

“Oh God, Cole,” I scream. My eyes flutter closed, the feeling of pure bliss taking over my entire body. My hands claw at either side of me, grasping for I-don’t-know-what.

“So tight, Rose. Wow.”

He moves gently, back and forth inside me, sliding almost all the way out and back in with every stroke, letting me adjust to his length and girth. I begin to moan in rhythm with how he fucks me. Slow and steady. In and out.

His eyes lock onto mine. Those long eyelashes flutter and his eyes explore my body. I wonder what he’s looking at. His hands slide up the crease of my hips to my stomach, and land on my tits. He finds a way deeper inside me with every stroke. At first, I was bracing, but now I’ve relaxed.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he growls. “Fuck.”

I reach out and caress his forearm. “Fuck me harder. Please.”

He smirks. “Harder? Really. You sure you can handle me?”

“Just fuck me hard with that thick cock. Yes.”

He slides in and out even slower, teasing me, the asshole. He’s being so gentle now. After how hard he spanked me in his office the other day, I’m almost confused.

But a minute later, he picks up the rhythm, and everything makes sense. “Oh God, Cole. Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

He fucks me with the full force of his cock and body, and I scream at the top of my lungs. The neighbors might hear me. Fuck the neighbors. The pleasure combines with pain as he pounds his full body weight into me. With every thrust we hear the slap of skin on skin, and it spurs me on more. I reach my hands around him and dig my nails into his back.

This turns him feral. I’m not sure for a moment now whose blue eyes I’m staring into, Professor Hanks, Cole’s, or some other, wild animal. He lets my legs down from his shoulder and I wrap them around his back, pulling him into me. I feel the warmth of his chest against mine and his arms wrapped around me as he owns me, fucking me with everything he’s got.

And he’s got a fucking lot.

My body quivers, and it’s too much. The first orgasm bears down on me as he grabs hold of my hips and ass, and I’m done. Over the edge. I scream so loud, fuck the neighbors. The whole damn block probably hears me, and I don’t care because it feels so damn good.

I tighten around him, and Professor Hanks’s breath shortens. “Come for me Rose. Come all over my big cock.”

“I already am,” I manage to whisper as I shudder, pulsing all around him.

He somehow plunges deeper into me, sending orgasmic reverberations through my spine and landing in my head. I’m high. This is incredible. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and his breath catches.

I wrap my legs around his hips, locking him into me. “I’m about to come buckets inside you,” he growls.

“I want to feel it,” I mewl.

I scream louder, and pause. Suddenly, I hear something outside my body. A door slams downstairs.

Fuck. Mom’s home.

“Fuck, Little Rose,” he purrs, and I feel a warm gush of fluid spurt inside me. My legs lock him around me, and when he’s done, he runs his hand through my hair and across my sweaty cheek. “You look so unbelievable right now. It makes me want to--”

“Rose? Jordyn Rose?” comes my mom’s voice from downstairs. Are you fucking kidding me?

I hear her footsteps on the stairs. Professor Hanks’s eyes go wide. “Your fucking Mom’s home?” He had been so off in his own world fucking me, he hadn’t even heard the noise.

“Shit,” I whisper. He jumps off of me, and I get up. The towel is bloody. He throws his boxers and pants back on. I run into my mom’s bathroom, which connects to the hall. I throw my clothes on as fast as I physically can, and run into the hallway. I can hear my mom at the top of the stairs right outside the door.

She wrinkles her face up when she sees her towel wadded up in my hands.

“Well good evening, dearie. Did you catch the sunset? What a lovely one tonight. Where is Professor Hanks? Is he still here? What are you doing with my bath towel?”

I sweat, twisting the towel in my hand. Do I smell like sex? I definitely smell like sex. How is my mom’s sense of smell? Shoot, I’m standing here smiling like an idiot not saying anything.

If I tell her he’s in the room, that’s weird. But Professor Hanks can’t come out of the same bathroom door I just came out of, or that’s suspicious as hell. What the hell do I do?

“Ah, yeah, he’s still here,” I finally say, my mom glaring suspiciously at me. “Honestly I’m not sure where. I just decided I’m going to do a load of laundry while I’m here, before I go back to my apartment tonight. I figure I would help you out.”

“Oh,” she smiles. “That’s nice of you.”

Her hand lingers on her doorknob. “You said you weren’t sure where Professor Hanks was? I didn’t see him downstairs.”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” My heart beats with the force of a tribal drum. “He helped me for a few minutes and then I left him to go into my old room and study.” I shrug nonchalantly. “Just not sure.”

She ruffles her brow. “I thought for sure he would want to stay and see me afterwards. I wonder…” her voice trails off and she turns the doorknob to her room. My heart damn near explodes.

“Mom!” I yell, putting a hand on her arm. “Did you see the card Grandpa left you?”

“No,” she eyes me suspiciously. “What card?”

“Oh, he must be getting old. It’s on the fridge. He said you should read it ASAP.”

“Well okay then. He’s getting senile in his old age. Doesn’t even tell me everything anymore.” She lets go of the doorknob, and a breath of air whooshes out of me. “I’ll check it. Maybe Professor Hanks is in the basement, anyways.”

“Yeah, I bet he is,” I lie.

She turns and walks back downstairs.

My body relaxes, and I run my hand over my face.

Professor Hanks tiptoes out of the bathroom door that connects to the hallway. He’s relaxed, but not smiling. He seems so cocky all the time, but I wonder if even he got nervous at how close of a call we just experienced.

“Well done, young Padawan,” he winks.

“This is not funny. That was too close.”

“Yes, it was. Which is why next weekend I’m taking you somewhere we won’t have to worry about interruptions.”

“Taking me? Where?”

“The University has a cabin on the outskirts of Blackwell, overlooking Lake Marseilles. Make up an excuse for why you’ll be gone all next weekend to your friends. Generally, it’s used for writing and research retreats. Seeing as how you’re doing research, I’ll reserve it for us.”

I try not to appear too eager, but I can’t help that my smile radiates from my eyes. “You want me to spend the entire weekend with you?”

He glances at the stairs, then back at me. “Rose, I feel like we’ve said two words to each other outside of the bedroom. Or my office. You said you wanted a sixty day experience? Well, we’re just getting started.”

He tips my chin up toward him with a finger, and kisses me. “See you in class this week.”

He walks back down the stairs. I hear him say a few words to my mom before he heads out the door.

That was too close of a call, and as fun as it was, I give myself a new rule for my sex life:

Rule number one: No sleeping with my college professor at my mom’s house anymore.