Chapter 4
Damian
I couldn’t stop thinking about her and the way that she looked like a deer in the headlights. I wasn’t sure if I was asking too much. She was young and deserving of the benefit of the doubt.
I was tempted to use the address she had given me to check up on her. She was a big girl and she knew the consequences of her actions. It was a big step. It was one that she was destined to take with or without my interference.
Waking up in a cold sweat, I turned to the photograph that she had left me during registration. Those Emerald green eyes had me placing my fingers along the length of my member. I could imagine what she would look like on her knees gazing up at me with admiration. It was causing me to think about taking matters into my own hands.
I refrained and resorted to dousing the flame underneath the cool spray of the shower. It only stunted my excitement for the time being.
Her body was made for sin. I was just the kind of guy who could easily get her to do something she would never think about doing on her own.
I heard the phone and somehow I knew it was going to be her. There was no point in making her wait for a response. I was desperate to hear her voice. I wanted to use it to fuel the fire of my excitement.
There was only heavy breathing and the awkward silence was deafening. I waited feeling like this was her chance to make the first move.
“I’m emotionally drained. I just got through with grilling my father mercilessly. I didn’t make him cry, but I did shock him.” It was past midnight and I could hear the defeat in the tone of her voice.
“I’m looking forward to reading your interview with your father.” I saw no reason to compound the issue by making her relive the ordeal over again.
“I had no idea that I had that kind of venom in my mouth. I was relentless and I don’t think he recognized the same little girl he raised. We had a necessary heart to heart. There was a lot of yelling and screaming from the both of us. I never shied away from the heated argument. I think I earned his respect by standing up to him.” The brief exchange we had during class had made a certain part of my anatomy stand up and salute. It was a good soldier and ready to forge ahead into battle.
“I’m proud of you.” It was the hour of her reckoning and she had stood up to the one person she admired the most.
“I can’t sleep and I think that I’m going to go out for a long walk to clear my head. There are jogging paths behind my house. I was wondering if you would like to join me. I know that it’s not right for us to socialize outside of the classroom. I feel like I could learn a lot from you. It’s a matter of whether or not you are willing to put in the work.” She was using my words against me. I didn’t think that it was a good idea to mix business with pleasure. There was one raging part of my libido pulling me in the direction of doing something quite taboo.
“You’re not in any frame of mind to make any rash decisions.”
“I’m old enough to know better and young enough to feel this ache inside. This is an open invitation and one that I think that you should seriously consider. You’ll recognize me by the red baseball hat. I’m not sure what I’m going to wear. Surprises can be fun.” I felt torn in two directions. The one where I was taking her into my arms had a distinct advantage.
“You’re only 20 years old and you should be thinking about boys your own age.” I was trying to cut this off at the pass before we did anything we were going to regret in the morning.
“I see the way you look at me. There’s no denying there’s a mutual attraction. Nobody will know. They’re not going to hear it from me. You’ve been preaching taking risks and maybe you should take your own advice. It could be the best decision of your life.” Justifying going out at this time of night to meet a student was tantamount to career suicide.
“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to do. A proposition like this could be taken two different ways.” I was lying under the sheets and there was the telltale tent making the decision for me.
“I’m asking you to be a friend and what happens is between two consenting adults.” I knew the old adage of hurting the ones we loved. I didn’t know that my heart could be open to the possibility of love again. It had been shattered into a million pieces and picking them up seemed like a daunting task.
“I could get fired for this and I’m not sure that it’s worth the fleeting moments of pleasure.” I was already building up quite the load in my balls by the mere mention of anything untoward.
“I’m not suggesting anything is going to happen. I just need to see your face and what happens after that is up to the both of us. I’m not just giving you my body. What kind of girl did you take me for? I don’t sleep with professors. I know some girls use their bodies to get ahead, but that’s not me.” She sounded sincere, but I knew there was no way that I could trust myself with her.
It didn’t help that I was completely naked underneath the sheets. This was my time to see how far she was willing to go. I had a delicious idea which would turn up the heat a few degrees.
“Let’s say that we did meet and what exactly did you have in mind. Treat this as another writing assignment and be as graphic as possible. I don’t want you to leave anything out.” I was daring her to do something totally out of character and I was half expecting to hear the slam of the phone in my ear.
“I want… I want…damn it…do I really have to do this?” I had her on the bubble and I only had to guide her by the hand to get her to relinquish her control.
“I want to make sure this isn’t some sort of game. Tell me in your own words what you want to do and maybe you’ll be surprised by the response you get. It could be worse and you could be standing in front of me making this grand gesture.” I had my hand wrapped around the hardness of my appendage.
“I want… I want you… I want your hard…dripping cock…in my mouth. I want to feel the head heavy on my tongue and to let you plow forward until you’re making me gag on it.” I wasn’t expecting her to be open with her dirty talk. It had taken some coaxing.
“Please continue and you have my black silk sheets ready to burn with the flame of your voice.” I gave it one stroke and it produced the first sign of arousal.
“I’ll take you in my hand and stroke you at the same time. I will swirl around the head and lick up the evidence of your excitement. It will become my paramount mission in life. I want you to be ready to break my…my…cherry.” I never took her for being a virgin and this was something that I had never crossed off my bucket list.
“I’m surprised that you haven’t done anything already and a little flattered that you have chosen me to be your first.” The catch in her throat caused my cock to jerk noticeably in my hand. The vein along the back was throbbing and I didn’t think that I could get any harder.
“I have my hand down my panties and your cock in my mouth. I can feel it getting ready to shoot ropes of your sweet cream into my mouth. I know that I can take you over the edge, but I want you to wait. Waiting might seem like cruel and unusual punishment, but I can assure you it’s worth it.” I could almost feel her lips caressing each inch. This was better than the movies I had in my collection. The explicit sites on the Internet paled in comparison to the sugary syrup of her voice.
She could’ve made a mint by phoning it in. Phone sex was all the rage and nobody really knew who was on the other end of the line.
“I have your shaft soaking wet. I want you to plant your flag, pushing against the resistance until the sensation of pain is replaced by pleasure. You will be balls deep inside me. What I lack in experience I make up with youthful enthusiasm. I just hope that you can withstand my tight hole milking you dry. I know what you want. I know what I want. Don’t turn down a sure thing when it’s staring you in the face.” The line went dead. I was left with my cock in my hand.