Jack Griggs
“How can I help you, Candace?”
“I’m really struggling with the business strategy assignment that was set at the beginning of the semester. I was wondering if I could get some help.”
I’d just given a scheduled revision session to over one hundred students in the large campus auditorium. I still had to pinch myself that I was really doing this. If I continued to take this foray into teaching work, I needed to make a decision about going forward seriously and looking at getting my doctorate. Being young, good looking and somewhat moody meant I attracted the whole spectrum of attention from the female students. There were the mousy girls who dreamed of me taking their virginity, there were the cheerleader types who flirted, or there were the complete psychos. Those girls would stop at nothing if you gave them an inch of friendliness, so the only way to deal with them was to completely blank them and pretend they didn’t exist. Many a college tutor’s career had been ruined by an over exuberant honey, starved of attention and desperate for the ultimate college experience.
Candace was bubbling around the middle somewhere. Initially, I’d placed her in the cheerleader category, but the way she was leant over my desk, practically offering me her rack to rest my chin on, lead me to believe she had a touch of the psycho streak. She was pretty, blonde and probably trying the same tactic in the rest of her classes, but I imagined she was scoring a grade point or two higher with some of the older bastards. Your traditional professor, who dressed in a tweed suit and bow tie, was a lot more susceptible to this shit. It was probably what got them out of bed in the morning.
“I’m sure your friends in the class will be able to help you in the first instance. Try your study group.”
“I’ve tried them, sir. They’re all struggling.”
I looked up from the class notes I was trying to finish. The last time I heard someone say sir like that was on Pornhub. The way she was suggestively popping a pen in and out of her mouth was also alarmingly familiar. There was only one thing this girl was struggling with and that was being turned down. A small queue was growing behind her.
“Candace, email me the areas you’re struggling with and I’ll see if I can suggest some alternative websites for research.” She huffed in realization at my dull, uninterested body language. As she turned to leave, I remembered something vital that would stamp this conversation as over. “Please send the email from your student mail account. I’m not permitted to reply to personal emails from students.”
That did it. Nothing like hammering a message home.
Glancing down the line had me inwardly sighing. Where had initiative gone these days? It was easier to waste my time than go and do a bit of investigation and research themselves. After five more people had been and asked me asinine questions, I was over being pleasant. The four people before them and Candace had exhausted that.
“You’ve got five minutes,” I barked at the last person in line. If they didn’t let me get out of here soon, I was in danger of stabbing one of them with a pointy HB pencil.
“Good job I don’t need it then,” returned the voice, before a stack of envelopes were dumped on top of the notes I was no further forward with.
The sound of frustration in her tone was much like when she’d goaded me in Dooley’s that first night.
“Carly, I—” She’d heard enough and was already pacing her way back across the auditorium. She was wearing skintight jeans and flat shoes. The jeans were so tight they accentuated everything I’d skimmed with the palms of my hands once before. They nipped in at the waist and exposed her china white flesh as the top she was wearing was cropped short. I felt her attitude rock towards me as she swung her hair sideways until it draped over a shoulder, leaving the other one completely exposed because the top she was wearing was loosely draped down her arm.
She was dismissing me. The fucking nerve.
I saw it then.
The slight mark and imperfection on her shoulder blade.
The feint discoloration of a hickey that I’d left on her.
Seeing it made my heart thump wildly, doing its best to be heard, like a drum being beaten harder and harder. She made my mouth water with desire, as though I was being presented with the most tempting of peaches.
And I was.
“Carly, wait!”
She was nearly at the door. I couldn’t let her leave. My body was forbidding me to allow it. I sprinted across the empty auditorium, my heart competing with the thunderous pounding of my footsteps on the wooden floor. I reached the door just as she was about to reach out for the handle. Slamming my hand on the thick wooden door was the only thing keeping her contained.
My body overruled my head and her sharp intake of shocked breath only spurred me on more. I flipped the lock on the door quickly and leaned around her to the adjacent store cupboard. I didn’t have to get that one open far before I had enough room to force her through the aperture, both of us being blinded by automatic overhead lights. “Do not walk away from me.”
Carly was shocked. I could see it on her face. “What are you doing?”
“Show me your back.”
Immediately, she understood what I was asking, and while I should have been concentrating on her slight headshake, I wasn’t. I was watching her scarlet hair flow back and to over her creamy exposed shoulder. This girl made my dick so hard.
“No.”
“Oh, Carly,” I chastised, “I do love it when you try to fight your desires.” I watched as her pupils blew wide open, the swell in them identical to the one in my pants. “Show me.”
Resigned, she slowly pivoted away from me and pulled the bottom of her top up. The excitement of all it was threatening to overtake me. The slow reveal of her back only further pronounced the plumpness of her ass and fuck me, she was wearing no bra. I could see the multiple little bites and pecks from my teeth on her skin.
I reached out a tentative finger and touched one of them, her body flinching when I made contact. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered. “I didn’t notice until after you’d left.”
In a move I felt compelled to make, I bent down and kissed her on the back of the neck. I could feel her skin react with goose-bumps straight away. I fucking loved that I had that effect on her. When I moved to the second mark on her shoulder blade, her whole body shivered and she made the barest moan. It was like a match to gasoline and I wanted to see her burn for me again.
“Hands on the wall, Carly.”
I loved having this level of control over her. I’d had it before, but it had never felt this satisfying. When she obeyed my request, I became the most powerful man in the world.
“You said it was just once,” she whispered.
“I lied.”
I reached around to her front and pushed my hands under her loose top. Her breasts were free, and knowing that was teasing the fuck out of me. Like last time, her head dropped back on my chest and her hands came off the wall to find mine. With a squeeze, she indicated what she wanted from me. I knew I shouldn’t, but I respected that she felt a part of this, so much so that she could make demands of me.
“I didn’t say you could bring your hands off the wall,” I mumbled next to her ear, biting the lobe as I finished. Shit, I had to stop marking this girl. I unfastened her jeans quickly. I was so eager, more eager than I ever remembered being as my splayed hand slid down her toned abdomen and my fingertips breached the top of her panties.
“Tell me to stop, Carly.”
I heard her clamp her lips together like she was afraid those words would actually spill from them. I let my middle finger slide down the front of her center, through its heat towards her tight button of pleasure. Finally, her lips opened again and instead of words, there were groans.
“Fucking soaked.” With a single pump, I removed my wet finger and brought to her lips, curious to see what she would do. Like a person starving for a meal, she devoured her own taste. “I remember tasting you last time. You were the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.” My dirty talk was only spurring her on more.
My dick was passing the point of no return and if I didn’t get inside her soon, I was going to lose my fucking mind. Retrieving my hand, I made short work of her skintight jeans. Whoever designed something so restrictive needed to be hung, drawn and quartered. When I’d got them down as far as her ankles, I made her hitch one leg on a box stuffed with old textbooks. Her body was seriously trembling now and she was just as needy as me.
As I pulled her hips back, her hands instinctively slid down the wall. When she was bent at a right angle, I opened the zipper on my pants and fed my dick through the opening. I was so swollen it was a wrestle, but one I was enjoying.
I entered her from behind so slowly it was impossible to tell who was being tortured more, me or her. When I was fully seated inside her, I took the briefest of seconds to remind myself of where we were and who I was. I was hidden in a lecture auditorium storeroom with a student. Forget that she was Carly and I was Jack and we’d known each other for years—this was possibly the most ridiculously risky thing I’d ever done.
“Do you realize what we’re doing now, Carly?”
“Yes. I heard your inference before and this is forbidden.”
That sinful word falling from her mouth cancelled out everything else. I didn’t care who we were or where we were. I wanted to fuck her like nothing I’d ever felt before. The urge had me pulling out and slapping back inside her. Carly was motionless the first couple of times but as things progressed, she began to rear back into me, chasing her own excitement and forbidden pleasure. Her increased activity caused my blood to surge and I could feel it coming with such power that I was worried I’d finish before her. Knowing this was a distinct possibility, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, pinching both her nipples hard.
“Come for me, Carly.”
“I… I…”
This time I zeroed in and increased the pinch just a smidge, and that was enough to send her insides into a frenzy. Hearing her pant and whimper was enough to send me on my way, and in the craziest moment of my life yet, I fucked an orgasm from Carly Sevens on college property, shortly before releasing my own.
I gave her a minute or two to calm down—it could have been an hour for all I knew—but as soon as I dragged my spent dick from her body, I knew I had a big problem. This situation was forbidden—her mom and me being best friends, the school and my abuse of trust and responsibility, the ten-year age difference, all of it made for one big hot mess.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted to desperately, but I didn’t. I just wanted to hold her and do it all over again. I tried to convince myself that it was the very nature of it all, the risk, that was so intoxicating, but it wasn’t. It was that Carly made me feel things I’d never felt before from my body.
“We…” I began.
“Don’t say anything. Don’t apologize,” she muttered. “I was as much to blame as you.”
I watched as she mechanically replaced her clothes. I’d started something I didn’t know how to end without it seeming like I’d taken advantage of her.
“I’ve had my one time. You’ve just had yours. It won’t happen again.” Carly stepped away from me without even looking back and opened the door. As I went after her, someone knocked on the outer door to the auditorium. I stepped back quickly in order to put my dick away, but Carly was already opening the door.
“Babe, where’ve you been?” I heard a male voice ask her.
“Just dropping some papers off for Mr. Griggs but he’s not here.”
“You look like you’ve just run a marathon.” I recognized that voice. It was Xavier Burrows. Never had I wanted to beat someone repeatedly in the face as much as I did right then. He’d called her babe, which was bad enough, but he’d also got in the way of me going after her.
The last thing I heard as I listened like a stalker from the store room doorway was Xavier saying, “You still okay for our date tonight? I’ve got something special planned.” Now I really did want to beat him senseless.
As I gathered up my papers from the desk, including the stack of hand delivered mail, I felt a new low come over me. Carly had just cheated on her boyfriend, I’d just fucked a student, and to top it all off, she’d had the last word.
She blew me off, like what we’d just done was nothing to her at all.