1 Month Later
It’s been torture being this close to Adam— Professor Masters— and not being able to do anything about it. I couldn’t believe when he’d walked into my classroom and pronounced himself the teacher. I hadn’t realized he was he was, but it had started to make so much sense.
It was obvious he was still into me, yet he didn’t do anything about it. He didn’t even so much as acknowledge that he knew me. I don’t want to seem pathetic, so I didn’t say anything to him, either.
Yet every day I have to sit in class in front of him is excruciating. I keep remembering his hands on my ass and his tongue on my clit. Not to mention his cock in my hole. It had filled me up completely and I want it again so badly.
But clearly, he’s not going to give it to me. He goes on as if I didn’t stop his whole world the way he did mine. Sure, the money has changed my life. I’ve been able to rent an apartment and pay for my tuition and I still have so much money left over. I don’t even need to be in school but I truly believe in my business idea.
There’s some bigger draw that pulls me closer to Adam, though. Every day when he teaches, I stare at him, wishing I could have him. He stares back but he never says anything. Today, though, he asks me to demonstrate an aspect of my business plan and I decide it’s time to take the plunge and hint about something.
“Why do you think this idea will work?” he asks, as I’m up in front of the class and he’s quizzing me.
“Because I give the consumer exactly what they want,” I answer him, while raising my eyebrows seductively. “They just keep coming back for more.”
The other students giggle, as if catching onto her innuendo but not— hopefully— realizing it’s aimed at me.
“That’s enough,” I tell her, and then, because I can’t help myself, “Please see me after class.”
She looks very pleased with herself as she returns to her seat. I can’t help but feel that she’s teasing me, taunting me. Will she charge me more money to be with her again?
I can’t be with her again. It’s against the school’s code and against my agreement with Harvard. Not to mention, it’s against my own dating code. But as the end of class draws near, I can’t stand the anticipation.
Why does she have to do this to me? I wish I didn’t have to be around her nearly every day, but I also love that I am. It’s torture and it’s driving me mad.
Finally, it’s the end of class and the other students disperse.
Sarah remains in her desk.
I follow the last student to the door, joking jovially with him about who knows what— my brain is a fog; my cock just wants Sarah again. I close the door and lock it behind me.
The click of the lock tells me that I want to be with Sarah, for the second time, which is something I never want. But it doesn’t mean she’ll give into me. And it doesn’t mean I should let myself have my every desire, when it’s against the rules.
But since when have I followed the rules?
“I thought you were never going to ask me to stay after class,” Sarah says, breaking the tension between us. “I’ve been like a kid waiting for Christmas.”
I can’t help but chuckle, even though what we’re about to do is no laughing matter.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I tell her, without being able to stop myself.
Her mouth falls open, as if she’s as surprised as I am that I just said that. Then she says, “Me neither,” and walks over to my desk.
“Stop,” I tell her, before she reaches my chair. “We can’t do this. I…”
I take a breath, but figure that she’ll hear about it soon enough if she hasn’t already, so I might as well tell her.
“I’m known to have a certain reputation,” I tell her, with a sigh.
“That’s funny,” she says, raising an eyebrow at me. “So am I.”
“What?” I ask, confused. “But you’re a virgin.”
“Do you think that matters, at a school like this? With a dad like mine?”
I cock my head at her, still confused.
“My dad’s a pastor,” she says, “a couple towns over. A town even smaller than this.”
“I see,” I tell her, nodding my head. “I can see how that could be difficult. But it’s all the more reason not to do this.”
I’m convinced that I have to be stern, resolute. Not give in to my instincts when clearly both of us have a lot to lose.
“I guess that’s that, then,” she says, and begins to walk away from me.
I want to cry out to her to come back, but I’d feel pathetic. And I know it’s the right move.
But right then and there, she drops the long skirt she’s wearing, just like she dropped the dress she was wearing at The Exchange Club. I can see her perfect ass, and she’s wearing a red thong, as if she’s been waiting for this very moment.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you took my virginity,” she says. “Do you think that after we finally have a chance to be alone together, that I would let you go so easily?”
“I suppose not,” I tell her, staring at her perfect ass checks.
She bounces them up and down a couple times, which I love, because they’re round and full. I want to put my cock in between them.
“Do you want to fuck me again, or not?” she asks, turning to look back at me.
“Get over here,” I tell her. “Your teacher needs to discipline you for being such a naughty girl.”
She obeys, and I start taking off my pants after removing a condom from the wallet I keep in the pocket, and putting it on. As soon as she’s in my lap, I’m in heaven.
I lower her down onto my hard cock, and it responds happily, since it’s been waiting way too long to do this. I haven’t been able to even think about any other girl.
I hold onto her hips and lower her and then raise her, up and down, on my cock, as I sit in the chair behind the desk. I can’t believe we’re doing this in my classroom. If we got caught, it could ruin us both. But there’s an excitement to the danger that I can’t deny.
“Oh, my God, Professor Masters,” Sarah calls out. I love how she says my name like that. “You feel so good. I’m gonna come. Oh, my God.”
“Come for me,” I say in her ear, and she grips my desk while I grip her ass cheeks.
She moans under her breath, trying not to be too loud, while she rides my cock.
Finally, she leans back into my chest, exhausted. But I’ve been waiting for this, and I’m not done yet. I turn her around so that she’s straddling me, and fuck her like that. I take her shirt off so that her tits bounce up and down in front of my face while she rides me. She comes again, and I feel like a God.
I pick her up and lay her down on my desk. She wraps her legs around my waist as I enter her again. She’s dripping wet because she’s come so much. I push myself in and out of her while she reaches back and holds onto the other side of my desk.
She’s quite flexible, and I love it.
“I never do this,” I tell her, as I thrust in and out of her.
“You never fuck a girl on your desk?” she asks me.
I laugh.
“I never fuck a girl more than once.”
“Well, I never fuck anyone at all, so I’ve got you beat.”
I laugh as I pump myself in and out of her and then I feel a pulling at the base of my balls.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell her, and then I feel the sweet release.
I look down at her tits bouncing and her pussy spread wide open for me while I fuck her, and I know I’m a goner. I’ve met my match, and now I never want to let her go.