Stephanie

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"To the left, they're coming from the left," Emma called out over the headset.

I bolted behind some cover. This game was putting me on edge. Why did I let her talk me into this?

"They're going to get you if you stay there."

"Where am I supposed to go then?"

"Somewhere where they can't find you. Go get the shotgun, you'll probably have to fight."

Zombies. It was always zombies when it came to video games. Hordes of them, and we were supposed to be teaming up against them, but Emma's idea of teamwork was just telling me whenever I did something wrong.

Still, I appreciated this. A long day at the university, I went through all the paperwork, and I needed to unwind in some fashion that occupied my mind and got me thinking of something that wasn't work.

Or Trevor.

I needed to get my mind off of Trevor.

"Behind you!" Emma screeched.

Oh, right. There was a zombie behind me. Way too close to me. Like she predicted, I had to fight, even though all I had was a baseball bat. I mashed the swing key, but it wasn't enough. My poor digital character was now digital zombie food.

"Damn, you really shoulda got the shotgun."

"Woulda, shoulda, coulda," I sighed. "I'll do better next time, I guess. Baseball bats aren't really that good. Lesson learned."

My phone began to ring. I glanced over to it. Dean Dawson. As in, title dean, not his name was Dean.

Which meant I didn't really have the luxury of ignoring it. "Sorry, Emma, I gotta take this call. I'll catch you later."

"Sure thing, zombie food."

I swapped away my headset for my cell phone and scooted away from the keyboard. "Mr. Dawson, what's going on?"

"Casey. What did I warn you about when I hired you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Not to order the potato salad from the cafeteria?"

"It's not the time for jokes. You're potentially in some serious, deep shit trouble, Casey."

Trouble? Fuck, how the hell could he have possibly found out? "What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you seen the new AU Herald?"

The AU Herald? What the hell was the AU Herald? Oh, wait, that was the school paper. "I haven't been keeping up on it, sorry, I've been busy."

"Well, you should be. You really, really should be."

"I'm not following. I'll try to encourage the journalism majors more, but you didn't call me about that, did you?"

"You should know why I'm calling you. I should have never hired someone so young, Casey. The fraternization policy is something we take very seriously."

"I... I..." I was trembling in place. How... how did they know? "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"There is an article about your tryst with one Trevor Richards, the football player? It has you two locked in an embrace. That's strictly forbidden, Casey."

"Trevor? He's one of my students, but um, that's it?" I knew I was lying. I also knew that I had to choose my lies incredibly carefully. This also meant I couldn't act like I didn't know who he is, since that wouldn't stand up under any scrutiny.

"There's a photo right here, Casey. Are you saying it's fake?"

"I'm saying I'm not doing anything inappropriate with Trevor. I'm just tutoring him, like Professor Hatch told me to do."

"Tutoring him on kissing?"

"What? No!" Honestly, Trevor was probably a far better expert on that subject than I could ever hope to be. "Medieval literature. That sort of thing. You know, what I'm a professor of."

"Assistant professor. One without tenure, and yet..." I could hear him grumble over the phone. "I can't fire you outright. Teacher’s Union rules. Damnable unions. There will be an investigation into this, Casey. You should have known better."

Woulda, shoulda, coulda.

"I've done nothing wrong, I assure you."

"We'll determine that. Until then, you're on razor thin ice. I suggest you be a model employee if you have any hope of making it somewhere in academia."

"I will, sir." Even though I wanted to scream at him, I knew I had to play nice. Even then, I knew that I was only buying time before the inevitable.

"Don't sir me. This is your warning, Casey." The sound of the call disconnecting on his end quickly followed.

I damn near dropped my phone on the floor. Everything felt like it was crumbling around me. How did they know? Who told them? It couldn't have been Trevor. Trevor wasn't that sort of person.

My doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anything, but damn if dealing with any sort of people was the absolute last thing I wanted at the moment.

I moved toward the door, and cracked it open again. It was Trevor.

"You probably should just let me in this time. We don't want to be yelling through the door, if you know what I mean."

I unhooked the chain, and let him in properly, before slamming it shut. He was carrying a paper, which he quickly laid flat on the first table he could find.

The AU Herald. Front page article?

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FOOTBALL STAR'S SECRET FACULTY LOVE

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The photo? Me kissing Trevor.

"How?" I said, barely able to make the sounds. "How did they get that photo, how did they find out?"

Trevor plunked down in one of my dining room chairs. "This is because of me. They were looking for some juicy tabloid story. I'm the closest thing the school has to a local celebrity. So some asshole tailed me looking for something worth selling. Apparently the thing worth selling was you."

I sulked down across from him, running my hand through my hair, ready to rip it out. "They're going to fire me, Trevor. They're going to blackball me from academia. 'Has fucked a student' is not something you get hired with in your history. I've spent half of my life wanting to be an educator, and now it's about to all be gone."

I didn't see him get up, but in a flash, Trevor was there, holding me close to him. Caressing me. Holding me tight. "I'm not going to let a damn thing happen to you. This isn't your fault, Stephanie. You've done nothing wrong."

"I fucked you in the middle of a lecture hall when I should have been teaching you about Dante. I'm as guilty as you."

"I'll figure something out. We'll figure something out. We have to fight this. I'm not letting you take the fall for this. Fuck, I'll go in and take the fall myself."

"How on earth will you do that? It takes two to tango, Trevor."

"Well, clearly I am an irredeemable horndog and forced myself on you."

My eyes went wide. "The hell you don't. You did nothing of the sort. That would ruin your prospects."

"Better me than you."

"No, the hell you're not."

"What, you're going to take the fall for me? Like anyone's going to believe you forced a kiss on me."

Urk. He had a point. Sure, it was a stupid point, but society is kind of backwards sometimes. "Well, I'm not letting you claim something like that."

"You have any better idea?"

"Just... not that." I shook my head. "We need to stay away from one another. We do the class, then we go. We act like we're perfect angels. No more flirting with me. None of that."

"All right," he said. "That'll be really fucking tough for me, but damn, I'll try."

"You have to. I don't know, I'll go read up and see if I can claim some sort of defense." Photo evidence was pretty hard to disprove. How could it be worse? What, a photo of me riding him like I was earlier, breasts flopping around, and me holding up a photo ID in one hand, while he had his as well?

"So... we got nothing right now."

"Essentially? Yeah."

He paced away from me. "So you're saying we should avoid doing all the things we enjoy to one another. No more giving in, huh?"

"It was always a bad idea, Trevor."

It felt so odd, sitting here, talking about our relationship like it was actually, well, a relationship. I still didn't know what we were.

What I did know? I was doomed.

Yet, if I had a time machine and the ability to stop making that terrible mistake from a few days ago, I wasn't sure I would have done so.

I looked his way, and saw that he was still deep in thought, unsure about everything. There really was more to him than a jock who was ruled by his cock. Why did there have to be? Why couldn't he be dumb as a brick? Why couldn't he have cared as little as Ryan did about my pleasure? As little as he did about my feelings?

Sure, it would be painful, but it would be so much simpler.

He pulled me closer to him, just enjoying my presence, as I enjoyed his.

Trevor's eyes soon locked with mine, both of us staring one another down. I said we shouldn't do this. We needed to quit one another cold turkey.

Our lips soon locked into that oh so delightful and familiar passionate embrace between us.

Yet we couldn't. I guess it just wasn't possible for us.

Just his lips were enough to get me roaring hot for him. It was almost Pavlovian, that and me feeling his incredible torso under my fingers.

"Once more," he said, breathlessly breaking the kiss. "One more, then we need to ride out this storm, Stephanie."

Yes. Just one more time. Then we would be done. Simple. I nodded.

It was all he needed to take an embrace into him wrapping his arms around me and carrying me through my apartment.

He threw me on my bed, and swiftly pulled off his jersey, flinging it off. It didn't matter right now. Nothing mattered, not even our clothes. Just our bodies, our souls, and the absolute bliss that we could inflict on one another.

As he pulled off his belt, I got with the program. Pulling off my socks, throwing off my t-shirt, my shorts. I was so thankful that I was braless right now, just anything not to delay bliss for a few fractions of a second longer.

Right before I was about to kick off my panties, I had to stop, as I looked at Trevor looking at me with a goofy look on his face. "What's the matter?'"

"Nothing. Just... what's a good word for this? Flabbergasted. I'm flabbergasted by how sexy your body is. I can't help but stare, Steph."

I chuckled. He really was finally getting through to me, showing me that I was sexy, at least in the eyes of the only judge who truly mattered: him.

Looking back at him though, I already saw he was quicker at undressing than me, and that the monster was unleashed and very much wide awake. I guess he just had to further prove his point, because I hadn't even made the slightest move to touch him and yet he was already that unbelievably hard for me.

Trevor wasted little time putting his own body on top of mine, his hand going down between my legs, touching my clit, and damn near making it explode from that alone. He pulled my panties down my legs soon after, sparing me the minor chore of doing it myself.

The mouth to mouth continued, but he kept massaging my sex with his fingers. "Fuck, you're gushing for me, Stephanie. I love it. My teacher, the slut."

"Your slut," I murmured.

"Well, yeah. I guess in a way you can just look at me as some ridiculous type of teacher's pet and all. I mean, instead of apples, I just bring you fucking."

"I don't even like apples, so I really do approve."

"I'll keep that in mind, teach." He showed me his thoughtfulness with another playful tinge on my clit, a bolt of lightning shooting through my body.

Crying out for him, my arms wrapped around his body, and for the third time, I was utterly amazed that I actually had this obscenely sexy hunk of man actively wanting to fuck me. His muscles had muscles, he was handsome enough to have his pick of any woman in the world, and yet he wanted me. Me, of all people. Shy, nerdy Stephanie.

"Fuck, just seeing you like this. I need to bury myself inside you, Steph. Every time I see your damn body, I feel like I get the worst case of blue balls instantly."

"Do it. Please, fucking do it."

"Oh, you're desperate for it too, huh?"

I nodded furiously.

"Maybe I can tolerate it. Torture you a bit."

"Don't. Please."

"Ask me nicely."

"Please. Please fuck me, Trevor."

"Such good manners for my personal slut." He still didn't give me right what I wanted though. His cock tickled my stomach, sort of stroking around down there, not enough to go inside me, but enough to drive me crazy and fill me with greater and greater need for him, building my addiction to him.

"Come on, please, give it to me."

"I wonder what the administration would think having such a slutty teacher on staff?"

"Now's not the time, Trevor. Please, come on." I was nearly whimpering at this point.

"I mean, she's right here, begging her student for cock. It's a really nice cock, granted, but she's still here begging for raw, naked student cock inside of her."

"Goddammit, Trevor, fuck me, you asshole!" From whimpering right to shouting. This guy did things to me.

"Well, if you really want me too, sure."

He made good on his word. He thrust himself inside of me, and I was hit with that sudden and blissful feeling of being delightfully torn apart again.

It really shouldn't have fit, it was a miracle it did, but fuck, I wasn't going to question it too much.

All I knew was that it was absolute heaven to have him inside me, to have his body pressed against mine. His chest against my breasts, his arms around my body, him pushing himself into me again and again, and me rocking back against him. Everything just felt right at this moment.

I ran my fingers down his back, whispering for him to go faster in his ear.

My eyes met his, and our union seemed even more right.

Really, I can barely comprehend how good it all feels. Every little bit of me is stimulated by him. Every nerve that can feel good feels good when he's inside of me, pleasantly splitting my body apart.

"You can't fucking be real, Stephanie," he whispered into me. God, I was even relishing feeling his breath against my skin.

I slam my fists down on the bed, squirming beneath him. Tossing and turning, grabbing my sheets like doing anything would help me endure the sexual frenzy he was building inside of me.

He was coming at me like he was some sort of ungodly fucking machine, all of his cock filling me to the brim, pushing the limits to the point I would have to need an anatomy lesson to know what he was fucking now.

All of his warm, powerful meat. I yearned only for being able to take more.

"You're turning me into a beast, Stephanie. You bring something out in me that's almost scary."

"Hmm?" I murmured, barely coherent between my moans for him.

"I gotta take you like an animal, because fuck, you make me feel like one."

An eyebrow was raised at his word. Then, for a brief terrible moment, he withdrew himself from me, easily turned my body over, and thrust himself back into me.

He was pinning me against my own bed, holding me down as he pushed himself in from behind, somehow feeling like he was fucking me even deeper in spite of it all.

I cried out, I don't know if it was pain or pleasure but it was definitely pleasure within seconds.

Still, I was clawing at my bed, finding a pillow and soon strangling the life out of the thing.

Trevor was now fucking me the hardest he ever had, pure unadulterated lust between us. Every time he thrust so deep inside me, I cried out loudly.

It honestly felt like he was crushing me on top of splitting me apart on his dick and yet while those two things should have been horrible, my poor confused body was making me lust for them. Automatically, I was shoving my core into him, wanting him to take me deeper, give me more of what we had between us, without any restraint or remorse.

With how I was screaming, it all felt so exaggerated, like something straight out of a porno. I always thought those girls were over-acting or whatever, but now I understood.

Some guys? They were just that fucking good, that fucking good at fucking.

Trevor? Fuck, he was one of them. His hands thrust on my hips, I was like his sex toy at that point, and I never felt sexier.

Stammering, coping with the unbelievable rising tide that was inside of me, I struggled, nibbling on my lips.

Trevor was like a shark, and me nearing climax was blood in the water. "Cum for me, teacher. Teach me how a woman feels quivering around my cock."

I should have laughed. I should have told him that he damn well knows how that feels.

I was too far gone at that point to be witty with the comebacks. Only the sensations of sexual bliss mattered.

He was making me obey. Even as he fucked me with wild abandon, his deft fingers found their way between my legs, finding my nub, and weaponizing it against me.

One flick, two flicks, and I was done.

It felt like my body was imploding, everything and anything echoing outward into my fingers, my toes. My body shook, my poor little clit the epicenter of these delightful quakes.

Screaming for him. I was going to get noise complaints, and I didn't care.

Maybe it was like a sixth sense, though. He could sense when I was so close to my climax, and I could sense when he was drawing close. The way his cock shuddered inside me. The way his breath was ragged, him struggling against me. The way his rhythm was failing.

Maybe it was because I could even feel my own sex clasp around him, yearning for him to come deeper, millions of years of biology pushing us forward to do what generations before us had done.

"Fucking hell, Stephanie, how are you so tight? How are you so fucking good? God...fucking...dammit..."

That last utterance was soon followed by him shaking, him pulling me deeper onto his cock. The pulsing that followed, the heat that was filling me. Fuck, I knew it was a pointless and stupid risk, but I loved it. All of his seed flooding me, filling me to the brim. He had so much of it. There was no way he should have been able to cum this much when I had drained him earlier.

He was proving his point. To him, I was truly special. I let him break the rules, his body on overdrive to claim me as his mate.

Soon, he was collapsing on top of me, buried to the hilt in my pussy still. He was going to let this blissful moment linger for as long as he could manage, and he pulled me closer to him.

Amazing myself, I managed to turn my head and accept his sweet kiss. So innocent after the debauchery that we had just inflicted on one another.

As Trevor held me, I began to realize what this had to be.

He's ruined me. No man would ever compare to this, and I'd never experience something so great with another.

Love? Was this love? I wanted him in every conceivable way. It hurt me to think about not having him in my life. The idea of anyone thinking he had hurt me, as he suggested as a way out for me, absolutely sickened me. He wasn't capable of that. Not the man who was cradling me right now.

Yet, it was wrong. I was damn lucky it wasn't a criminal offense in this state, but even if it were?

I had an incredibly hard time having any real regrets.