Holy crap.

I mean, seriously.

Holy crap.

I can still feel that kiss on my lips. I float through the rest of the day like I’m in a dream, and I can hardly believe what happened that morning.

Jason really kissed me. I know that’s real, I mean, it has to be. I can still feel it on my lips.

But it can’t be real. He’s twice my age, my professor, he’s rich and famous, he’s way out of my league.

I have no clue why he would want anything to do with some random undergraduate girl like me.

And yet he kissed me.

He took the risk.

And it felt really, really good.

I’m practically bubbling over with excitement. I basically burst into our apartment at the end of the day and go running up to Mac’s room.

She’s sitting at her desk, head buried in a book.

Literally, head buried in the book. She lifts it up only when I knock.

“Kill me,” she groans.

I hesitate. “Philosophy?”

“Who cares about materialism or idealism? Oh my god, it’s so boring.”

I grin at her. “I have something you might like.”

I know I probably shouldn’t tell her, but I trust Mac. I’ve told her everything and she’s never betrayed me, never come close. I know she’ll keep this secret no matter what.

Plus, I can’t help it. I’m bubbling over. I need to talk about what happened.

I sit down on her bed and she looks at me. I’m smiling ear to ear like a moron.

“Okay, why are you so happy?” she asks.

“I kissed Jason.”

She frowns a little. “That guy you met at the frat party last month? The kind of fat one?”

“No, not that Jason,” I say, rolling my eyes. “My professor. Jason Turner.”

She stares at me for a second then laughs. “Very funny.”

“I’m not kidding, Mac. It happened this morning after the other guys left. We just started talking, and he mentioned risk, and he… kissed me.”

She blinks rapidly. “Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“No, seriously, holy shit. You’re not joking?”

“Mac, I’m not joking. This is serious, you can’t tell anyone. It could ruin his career. It could ruin mine too.”

“Okay, okay, wow.” She stares at me. “I know he’s hot and it’s like a really sexy kink, but like, actually doing it?”

“I know,” I say, grinning.

“I have to admit, I am both impressed and really jealous.”

“Oh my god, it was amazing. Seriously, Mac, just amazing. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

She frowns a little bit. “Are you sure this is okay? I mean, he’s your professor.”

“I know, but I think he gets it. I don’t think he’s, like, going to use this against me.”

She grins at that. “I’m more worried about you using it against him.”

I laugh. “Kiss for a B, blowjob for an A.”

“Just a blowjob? Girl, I told you. I’d give up the butt.”

I roll my eyes, still grinning. “I don’t know what it means or if it’ll happen again, but it was… amazing. Seriously, it was amazing.”

“I’m happy for you,” she says seriously. “Just be careful.”

“I will, will.” I shake my head. “I thought you’d be more excited.”

“Honestly, I’m just like totally taken aback right now. I can’t believe this is real.”

“It’s real.”

“Think it’ll happen again?”

“I hope so.”

She grins at me. “You bad girl. You’re thinking about giving up the butt, aren’t you?”

“No,” I say quickly. “Come on, be serious.”

“I am serious. His hands on your hips, slapping your ass, thrusting into you from behind. I bet you’d love it.”

“I kissed him. I don’t know how you’re making the leap to anal.”

“Just how my mind works, I guess.”

I roll my eyes and stand up. “Look, don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Okay, okay. We’re not done talking about this yet, though.”

“Fine, I just need to shower.”

She jumps to her feet. “I’ll sit in with you!”

And so I take a shower while Mac sits on the toilet, and we go over every single detail of that kiss.

It feels good to talk about, but one thing keeps playing through my mind, one nagging question.

Is it going to happen again?

The next day, I have a normal class with Jason. I sit toward the back like I always do, but I can’t help staring at him the whole time.

I mean, I guess that’s normal. He’s the professor, after all. He’s going over the material, teaching us, whatever. Lecturing, I guess. I’m not really paying attention.

I’m too busy daydreaming about his hands on my body.

He glances in my direction a few times, but no more than would be normal. I don’t know what I expect, but part of me wanted him to stare at me, to wink at me, do anything.

I guess I just want him to acknowledge that something happened between us, but of course that’s crazy. He can’t do that right in the middle of teaching a class full of people hanging on his every word.

I have to force myself to pay attention to the lecture. As much as I just want to space out and stare at his lips, remembering the way they felt against mine, I need to focus.

I still have to pass this class, after all.

By the time it finishes, I’ve managed to take like half a page of notes. I glance over at the guy next to me, and he’s filled up nearly three whole pages, front and back. I frown a little bit, but whatever.

Maybe Howard will let me borrow his notes.

The thought makes me smile to myself as Jason dismisses the class and everyone gathers their things.

I take my time. I linger a little bit. By the time I get down to the bottom of the room, Jason half turns to me, cocks his head, and smiles.

My heart flutters.

“Clara. Can I talk to you for a second?”

I nod and step over toward him. He smiles at another student and says goodbye to him. The last few stragglers filter out and I’m left alone in the room with him.

He glances around for a second, and I can tell he’s making sure we’re really alone.

“Look, about yesterday.”

I smile at him. I’m practically beaming. “What about it?”

“I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

My heart falls, just a little bit. “Maybe,” I say.

“Maybe.” He smirks a little. “We both know it would be a mistake.”

“What would?”

“If we went further.”

I bite my lip. “What do you mean, further?”

He steps closer, head cocked. “You’re a college girl. You know what I mean.”

“Enlighten me.”

He laughs softly, coming closer. “It would be very, very wrong if I kissed you again. It would be even worse if I put my hands up your shirt, felt your breasts, kissed your neck. It would be wrong, very fucking wrong, if I bent you over a desk, got down on my knees, and licked your pussy until you came on my tongue.”

I stare at him, eyes wide, my whole body thrumming with desire. “That would be very… wrong,” I manage to say.

“It would be a mistake.” He’s closer to me now, almost close enough to kiss. If someone came into the room, this would look very, very bad.

He doesn’t back away.

“If I let you come on my tongue, Clara, what would the others think? There might be favoritism.”

“True,” I say.

“I can’t be that kind of teacher. No matter how badly I want to taste your little wet pussy.”

I bite my lip, blink at him. “I’ll drop your class,” I say stupidly.

He laughs softly, reaches out, takes my hair. He grabs ahold of it softly. “Will you?”

“I’ll drop it. I don’t need it.”

He smirks. “You don’t have to do that, Clara.”

“I don’t?”

“No, you don’t.”

“What do I have to do?” I ask him, almost a whisper.

“Just ask me. Ask me to do what you want.”

“Just ask?” I stare into his handsome eyes, my skin crackling with pleasure. His fingers grow tense in my hair, pulling slightly. “Ah,” I say.

“All you have to do is ask.” His lips are against my neck, near my ear. “Ask me, Clara.”

“I want you to… get me off.”

I’m blushing bright red as I say the words. We’re in the middle of a lecture hall and anyone could walk in right now.

Nobody does. We’re entirely alone.

“Are you sure you want that?” he asks.

“Please,” I say. “I’m sure.”

He steps back, takes my hand, and leads me through the door. I release his hand and stumble along behind him as we walk down the empty hall. He stops outside of another door and opens it slowly.

It’s a small little office, mostly empty, just a desk. There’s a notebook on a bookshelf, some textbooks stacked on the floor, and an old laptop.

He pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us. He grabs the chair and props it up behind the knob.

I look around the room. “What is this?”

“Some of the teaching assistants share this,” he says. “Not very glamorous. They never come here.”

I turn around as he comes to me. I stumble back until my butt hits against the top of the desk.

He hikes me up, lifting me up on top of the desk, spreading my legs around him. I gasp a little, lean back onto my palms.

He kisses me. I kiss him back, starving, his words echoing in my mind.

His hands slide up my top, pushing it up and over my head. He teases my breasts over my simple black bra, and for a second I wish I had worn sexier underwear, but at least it’s matching.

“Fuck, Clara,” he whispers in my ear. “Your breasts are perfect. They fit right in the palm of my hand, just a little bit more.”

I bite my lip as he kisses my neck and my collarbone. He unhooks my bra and I let it slide off.

“And these pink little nipples? Fuck.” He kisses my breasts, bites them softly. “Perfect.”

He moves back, looking at my body. I let him look. In fact, I love that he’s looking.

I’ve never had someone look at me like this before, with pure, unhidden desire.

He spreads my legs and unbuttons my jeans. He doesn’t fumble, he doesn’t hesitate. He’s not some little boy, asking for permission.

He kisses my nipple, my neck, my lips. He unzips my jeans, and I lift my hips up as he slides them off.

And he drops to his knees in front of me.

I gasp as he kisses my inner thigh.

“You weren’t… joking,” I say, blinking, as his lips tease my pussy over my underwear. I must be dripping wet already.

“I don’t joke about getting you off, Clara,” he says. He pushes my panties aside and teases my clit with his tongue.

I groan softly before biting my lip. He smirks, looking up at me. “Quiet now,” he says. “Can you do that for me?”

I nod, biting my lip harder as he starts to suck and lick me faster. I have to swallow my pants, my moans. I struggle to stay quiet as pleasure blooms all through me.

I’ve never had a man go down on me like this before. It feels so fucking good. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to lick my clit, how to move his tongue, his lips, even his teeth. It’s driving me wild, and he clearly enjoys it, too.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he says, sliding two fingers inside of my pussy. I gasp softly. “Absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to taste your cum on my tongue.”

“Shit, Jason,” I whisper. “Are you sure nobody’s going to come in here?”

“No,” he says, smirking, pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m not sure at all.”

He leaves his fingers inside of me as he starts to lick and suck my clit again. I’m writhing now, moving my hips, losing myself.

There’s a voice in the back of my head that’s worried about getting caught, but that voice only makes this moment that much hotter.

Jason Turner’s going down on me right now. My hot-as-sin professor is licking my pussy, and it feels so fucking good. He thinks I’m delicious and he wants to get me off.

And we’re doing it on campus, in some random office.

My god, this is so fucked up, so wrong. But I don’t care.

His fingers curl and slide in and out, fucking me, as he licks and sucks my clit. I start to move faster, moving my hips. I grab his hair with one hand, still leaning back. My bare breasts shake as I heave in deep breaths, struggling to keep myself quiet.

I can’t do it. I let out soft moans as my body starts to tense. Pleasure overwhelms me, growing and building, deep in my core. He fucks me with his fingers, curling in and out, licking my clit, driving me wild.

I can barely control myself. The orgasm comes over me, swift and intense. I grip his hair hard but that only makes him go faster, fucking my pussy faster with his fingers, thrusting them in and out. As I come, he looks up at me, fingers finishing the job, driving me wild.

When I finish, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and he cleans them off, one at a time, with a smile on his face.

“You’re a very good student, Clara,” he says, stepping back from me.

I stare at him, sweating slightly, breathing deep. I’m topless, my jeans are on the floor, my moccasins are on top of them, and my useless, soaked panties are still pushed aside. I’m wearing just a pair of green socks with white stripes.

He stares at my body. I can feel his eyes taking me in, looking at my blossoming, red pussy, at my pink nipples, still hard as hell, at my lips, bitten from exertion.

“God damn, you are perfect,” he says softly. “You have no idea how wrong this is, but I couldn’t care less.”

“It’s a good risk, right?”

He smirks. “Exactly.”

He steps away, takes the chair from the back of the door, and slips out without another word, leaving me sitting on the desk, basically naked.

It takes me a second to get myself together. I hop down, dress quickly, and straighten myself up. I wait another few minutes before leaving the office.

Jason’s gone, nowhere in sight.

I check the time and frown a little. I have about a half hour until my next class.

I slowly walk in that direction, still floating on air from that orgasm and buzzing with confusion, desire, and more.

And it feels so good.