I had the nicest view of her subtle curves as she ran off with a small pep in her step. Young ladies always got so excited too easily. Ms. Winters was already putting me in jeopardy. The protection my life had built around me threatened to crumble at any moment now. Every second I spent watching her was a crack at the foundation.

Yet I couldn’t say no to her, despite an inheritance dangling in the air worth billions. My father had to be the kind of person to make me teach in order to learn.

This was probably some humility stunt he wanted me to do to make sure I wasn’t too much of an ass when I got my inheritance.

One semester was all I needed.

One semester would be the only time Cecilia and I would have together.

Then I’d be gone with my money, off to a different life. I took my briefcase and headed to my car out in the faculty parking lot. It was inconvenient the way they had it set up. It was farther from the school than student parking, and in fact, the faculty would venture to park in student parking to get to their offices quicker.

Images of Cecilia popped into my head again but I had to shoo them off quickly. That’d be bad. Cecilia was beautiful, a pure, innocent soul doomed to be sullied by this disgusting earth. Yet the rules said no to teacher and student relationships.

I had to tell myself that it was just tutoring since she really needed to pass.

But she’d be in my home, at my mercy, where no faculty could bother us. In my own private space, where anything could happen.

My thoughts were littered with her wide baby blue eyes and delicate blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders. I didn’t even realize I had walked all the way back to my car until I saw the blazing red paint of my BMW.

I clicked the remote of my car to unlock the doors when a woman came from behind me.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. George Dent?” said an older woman with dark red lipstick and brown hair. Her aura gave off the vibe of an old slutty woman. The way she eyed my car and my crotch made me instantly irritated.

“Yes, I am,” I responded. “Did you need something?”

“I’m Ms. Sally Hawthorne. I teach the Pre-calculus class next door to yours. You have a very entertaining method of teaching. Is that your car?” she asked, pointing to my BMW.

“Yes, it is.”

“You’ve got good taste,” she said with a sickening smile. “Would you like to go to dinner? I know a good Italian—”

“I’m very sorry, but I have other obligations today and must be on my way. It was nice to meet you, Ms. Hawthorne,” I said, turning to my car to get in.

“Very well, then. See you tomorrow,” she said, staring at me until I drove off.

All she saw was a car and a promise of good cock and she wanted to drape herself all over me. I was more than just a good ride. The way Cecilia looked at me was nothing like the way Hawthorne did.

I drove through the spaghetti-like roads of the school to get to the exit. Students were everywhere, eating, talking, and rushing to class.

I remember my university days.

The youth that pumped through my veins made me headstrong and ripe for the future.

Now here I was, an older man, with some of the same youth pumping through me. And it was given a slight kick when I laid eyes on Cecilia.

My cock had a familiar dull ache. I grunted, shifting in my seat from the impending erection. I tensed my thighs to help settle myself down. She already had an effect on me.

A rumble of thunder soared above me as rain began to sprinkle down. Gradually, it got harder and visibility was cut in half. I drove slowly, looking out for people and dull lights to guide my way.

I had just reached the exit when I saw Cecilia, caught in the hard downpour, walking at a leisurely pace. What in the hell was she still doing out there? She could get sick like this.

I pulled beside her and beeped. I knew the tinted window made her uneasy, so I rolled it down.

“Ms. Winters, get in!” I shouted over the rain.

She saw my face and slipped inside. She was completely soaked.

“Don’t any of your friends drive?” I asked her. Anger bubbled under my voice.

“Yeah, but they’re all in class or really busy now. I didn’t know it was going to rain. Thanks, Mr. Dent,” she said, keeping her eyes on her knees.

“It’s nothing. Where are you living?” I asked her.

“Oh, the North Park dorms on Sunny Street,” she said, chancing a glance at me.

My eyes followed down to her shirt, and I could see the outline of her pink bra. I scolded myself silently and took my eyes off her small body. Paying attention to the road, I followed her directions to drop her off back at her dorm.

“Thanks again, Mr. Dent,” she said, her voice light and airy.

“It’s my pleasure,” I said. And it really was. “Oh, Cecilia, don’t you have a boyfriend who can make sure you get home?” I shouldn’t have asked such a risky question but the urge got the best of me.

“Um, no, I don’t. The college guys here are immature and I don’t have time for that,” she explained. Good girl.

“You have your head on straight. I expect a lot out of you, Cecilia. Have a good afternoon.”

“See you next class, Mr. Dent.”

She got out and disappeared into her dorm building.

“What am I going to do with you, Cecilia?”

As soon as I entered my front door, I threw my briefcase onto the wooden floor and undid my belt. I needed to get her out of my system, out of my mind. Fuck, I needed her out of me now. Her subtle floral scent, her eyes, hair, voice, everything.

Only a firm hand with the thought of her lips wrapped around me could satisfy me. It was the only thing that I'd allow to satisfy me.

I kicked off my leather loafers and went into my room. With my cock in hand, I began to dream of my Cecilia tending to my needs with her innocent mouth and my coaching her on how to give good head.

This was forbidden. She was a fruit that couldn't be touched. That was just like me to want the untouchable.

But my hand was just that. My hand. It wasn't her sweet pink lips or the embrace of her pink folds.

No, it wasn't going to take care of the deep guttural urge I had to make her mine. Yes, I wanted her under me, but I also wanted to protect her from the ills of this world. My dear Cecilia had almost gotten stuck walking home in torrential rain.

Those people she called “friends” were nowhere to be found. She needed someone to watch the weather for her, watch over her period. Cecilia straggled along by herself, and seeing that image of her in the rain made my teeth grind together. Cecilia deserved VIP treatment, a limo waiting on her hand and foot.

The temptation to have her taste on my tongue was strong. But then the large sum of inheritance money and my reputation were on the line. If I were to cross that line before the semester was over, I could kiss my money and life goodbye. The crux of my life had always been privacy and anonymity. It shielded me, protected me, allowed me to exist comfortably in the shadows.

I could have Cecilia after this semester, but I wasn't a keen waiter. Patience was far out of reach in my vocabulary.

I was on the edge of coming when I heard knocking at my door. The heat between my cock and hand diminished.

For a moment, I thought it was Cecilia and jumped over to the door with my dick still in hand.

When I looked out the peephole, a jolt of annoyance struck through my body. This Hawthorne lady was disgustingly persistent. A man should run for a woman, never the other way around.

Cecilia had the right idea. Too bad Ms. Hawthorne didn't. I cracked open the door with the chain still on.

"Hello, Ms. Hawthorne. May I help you?" How'd she even find out where I live?

"I live nearby. Would you like to pop the bubbly with me?" she asked, her harsh perfume scratching at my nose.

"Oh, Ms. Hawthorne, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm very busy grading some papers."

She pouted. It wasn't a good look on her with such dark colors on.

"But the school semester just started. I know you don't have that many papers to grade."

"Touché."

Too persistent. It was starting to make me feel suspicious. The glint in her eyes was ominous.

"How about you let me help you then? I do teach the same level and subject as you," she begged.

Was I not sending her enough signals of 'I don't want to date you'?

"Really, Ms. Hawthorne. I'm good. I don't even drink alcohol. Plus, I do like to spend my evenings alone, and I'm not currently looking to date anyone."

She wrinkled her nose and frowned. "Ah, what a shame. You're a handsome man, George. I live in the Downy Apartment Homes if you ever decide to change your mind," she said, holding the bottle of wine close to her open cleavage.

"Have a good evening, Ms. Hawthorne." I closed my door and looked down to see my cock soft. Her presence alone killed it for me. That meant that Cecilia was still in my system, and now, I didn't want her to leave.

Shoving my cock back into my pants, I zipped up and plopped down on my plush tan sofa, pulling out my laptop. The old scent of coffee still lingered in my living room, easing my tense nerves. I even caught my shoulders tensed and relaxed them.

I searched Facebook for Cecilia's profile. When I found it, I roamed around to see how much of her info was online.

Nothing much. Her most recent post was six months ago about studying law with her new scholarship.

I was glad that I didn't find any risqué pictures of her online and that she didn't have much of a Facebook presence.

Then it occurred to me—if that were Cecilia knocking on my door, what would I have done? Took her in? Tutored her and seduced her with my old man charm?

She was welcome to show up unannounced. But what in the hell made Ms. Hawthorne think I'd appreciate that? What'd she do? Pay someone to tell her where I lived?

I took my mind off her desperate attempts to get inside and began to set up the next class's quiz. I needed to stay on track to my inheritance. It’d only be a short two and a half months, then I could leave with my money . . . and maybe Cecilia too. Then I could really celebrate. Life had begun for me long ago, but it was as if it had started again with a fresh new purpose. Seeing new things could do that to you.

Cecilia was that new thing. Look at me, an old man cooing over a young lady.

"Cecilia, sweetness, I hope you're studying," I thought aloud to myself.