The following Monday, the sun shines into my office as I finish grading the essay responses to the pop quiz I gave my class that morning asking them to summarize the research we’d read on the psychology of attraction.

I still have my mom’s sickness to worry about at home, but after one hell of a weekend, everything is back to normal on campus.

Well, as normal as it can be after you just spent the weekend banging it out with one of your students. The Dean’s daughter no less.

I’d had subs in the past, but Rose feels so different. When I was living in Boston, I joined one of the local clubs there and gotten into the ‘scene.’ I tried it out, and while I decided in the end, the ‘lifestyle’ of twenty four seven thinking about sex and Doms and Sirs wasn’t for me, I hadn’t exactly hated my time taking part in it.

But Rose is the antithesis of many of those girls, who all seemed to be in ‘the scene’ for the wrong reasons. She is a homegrown Blackwell sweetheart. She wants to make the world a better place. She wants to learn about what a truly pleasurable sex life is so she can help people to have great sex lives and be happy. A part of me still can’t believe I was the one she’d chosen to teach her.

I flip to the last paper in my stack, which happened to be Rose’s.

I smile just at seeing her name. She labeled her paper with a giant lipstick kiss. Damn. She might have been on the shyer side when I met her, but she is rapidly becoming bolder, even in just the past couple of weeks.

Her new attitude is noticeable in class, and I like it. Seeing Rose come into her own a little more every week is a huge fucking turn on. Even more so thinking that maybe I am helping her in some way to find her path. The thing that impresses me the most about Rose is how right on her instincts were. She just needs to learn to trust them.

My eyes travel down to the text of Rose’s paper, and I read:

The Psychology of attraction is a topic that has been talked about for many centuries, though it wasn't until the 20th century, with advances in the generation that had grown up with evolutionary psychology, that the research really started to delve into the topic from an academic point of view.

I chuckle a little bit. Of the new skills Rose is learning, apparently academia of using copious amount of words with no solid meaning is high on the list.

I continue reading Rose’s response.

The area of research that has struck the biggest chord with me is Evolutionary Theories of Attraction. I think about my own experience with my partner, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met. The Evolutionary psychology research helps me understand exactly why I’m so turned on by him. First, he’s an alpha male in all aspects of life. He speaks with a deep, strong voice that commands attention and melts the panties off women everywhere he goes. Add in the fact that this man is also ripped as hell and has a dominant personality, now you have the perfect recipe for attraction. When I think about him, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to please him. As a matter of fact, last night when I got home, even after a weekend full of scorching hot sex with him, I pleasured myself one more time before I went to sleep thinking of his engorged cock deep inside me. This man makes me so horny, I am literally wet in class right now as I write this, watching him stand at the front of the classroom with a steady gaze on his gorgeous face.

I glance down at my crotch and I’m hard as fuck after reading what my Little Rose has to say. This girl has the ability to put a spell on me, just like that. I sit her essay down on my desk and get up to close my door. I check to see if anyone is in the lobby. The coast is clear, so I shut the door and lock it. I close the blinds, take a seat, unzip my slacks and take my throbbing cock into my fist. I’ll just rub one out real quick before lunch, I decide. I have plenty of thoughts in the spank-bank to go off of, just from this weekend alone. I think about how the flesh of Rose’s ass felt against my hips as I drove into her repeatedly against the kitchen table Friday night. I can still see the look on her face as she melted before me and jacked me off, causing me to blow my hot load all over her tits. I close my eyes and think of another position I’d love to get her in: plain ol’ face down, ass up on the bed, or maybe the carpet. Yes, the carpet in my main room. I stroke the length of my cock, pumping up and down, I’m close already.

Suddenly, I’m jolted from my thoughts of Rose sitting on my cock, when I hear the doorknob jiggle and turn. A wave of adrenaline spikes through me and I contemplate hiding from whoever it is trying to come in. I locked it, who the fuck has the key?!

It’s too late, I have my pants down and my cock basically flopped out on my desk when Rose appears in the doorframe.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I breathe.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” Rose mimics me, “How about, what the fuck are you doing in your office?” Rose snaps back.

“Jerking the fuck off with my door locked, what does it look like I’m doing?” I reply, mockingly. “How did you even get a key to this place?”

Rose closes the door and locks it behind her, and walks slowly towards me with a sly smile on her face.

“I have my ways,” she says, “My mom's the Dean, remember?” She scrunches up her face.

“Who did you think I was, who else would come barging in on you anyways?”

I rake a hand through my hair, then stand and pull up my pants. “You’re right,” I lie, thinking about the very similar intrusion her mom has made into my office. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, what do you think you’re doing? You’re NOT putting that away.” She quips as she strides across to my side of the desk.

She’s wearing a white and blue polka dot dress, and she’s looking the sexiest she ever has. I glance down her frame, and notice she’s wearing a pair of white gladiator sandals. When I scan my way back up her body, I notice she has her hair up in a bun, pulled away from her face. My erection had paused briefly when the door opened, but seeing the naughty look in her eyes brings my cock back to full mast.

Rose reaches into my pants and gently rubs my cock. “Seriously, Cole, why are you so nervous? I just came here to show you how well I’m advancing in my training with you.”

“Fuck, your hand feels so good,” I groan.

I grab her paper from the desk and hold it up. “Alright, I’m going to be completely honest, I read your essay that you wrote. It turned me on so much, I couldn’t help myself. I kept thinking back to this past weekend with you.” I murmur in reply.

“Oh wow, that’s actually kind of sweet. Why didn’t you want to tell me that?” She says, smiling at me.

“Oh,” I hesitate, and she doesn’t need to know the real reason. Rose is a delicate flower. What good can come from telling her that her mom hits on me harder than Blackwell hail in the spring? “There are some things I just like to keep private. To myself. Like the dirty thoughts I have in my office when I’m thinking about my sexiest student. I don’t know, I guess it was just my gut reaction.”

She squints at me, unconvinced. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s a little pissed off. I kind of like it. I think I might have to piss her off more often.

“Is my secretary in the office now?”

“Yes,” she says, and looks up at me with the sweetest, sexiest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen. “Why, you don’t think I can be quiet?”

I smirk. “Not with what I’ve got in store for you.”

I grab hold of her, wrap her up, and push her against the white cinder wall. I pin her against the hard surface and tear the dress up and off her, with her help. The blue and white polkadot thing falls to the floor in a heap, leaving me with just her bra.

“Oh, red today? Lucky me,” I grunt as I run my hands over her lingerie and breasts. I lift her off the ground by her ass, necking her until she whispers in my ear.

“Should I get on my knees like you taught me?”

I smile. “You’re a quick learner.”

She kneels on the floor, right there, in my fucking office. I glance down at her and think of all the reasons this is so wrong. She’s my student. She’s younger. Someone could be outside waiting to come into my office right this moment.

And then she takes me into her mouth and any challenges I’ve had are dissolved right then and there. Rose’s full brown hair bounces back and forth as she bobs on my cock, and I know this is the rightest thing I’ve done in a while. Maybe ever.

I let out a grunt. She’s got me on the edge of my orgasm already. I lean back, close my eyes, and listen to the sloppy sounds she makes as she slurps me up.

I know I only just trained her, but she feels like a fucking pro at this.

“Holy fuck Rose, your technique has gotten better in just the last day...have you been practicing?” I manage to blurt out, surprised that I can form a coherent sentence.

She pulls her mouth off of me for a moment, but doesn’t wipe her chin, just like I taught her. When she glances up and bats her eyelashes, I feel like she’s staring down my soul.

“Practicing? No, definitely not,” she smirks. “Visualizing though. Glad you’ve noticed.”

She goes back to work and I marvel at how far she’s come as she hums and moans a little, taking as much of me as she can with just her mouth, her hands gripping my ass.

I’m on the brink of coming when the door rattles again and my eyes go wide as hell. Rose’s eyes widen, too, and her looking up at my face from her knees, my cock still in her mouth, is a face I won’t soon forget.

“Who the fuck could that be?” she belts, and I know her heart is beating as fast as mine.

“Under the desk,” I command, gesturing under the big oak monstrosity of a thing. She grabs her dress and crawls quickly underneath, and out of sight.

The door begins to open and my pants are still down, so instead of pulling them up, I jump into my seat and push all the way under the desk, so whoever is so rudely interrupting us will only be able to see me from the waist up, my lower half concealed under my desk.

Rose is as still as a camouflaged soldier beneath my desk. From the waist up, you’d have no idea we were three seconds from fucking, though I can feel her hot skin still touching my legs.

And it’s a damn good thing she’s out of sight, because no one other than Rose’s Mom, Dean Allison, comes in.

Meryl’s got that same big, evil smile on her face as she did before.

“Professor Hanks,” she squints. “Wonderful to see you again.”

I swallow, but my poker face is exceptional. From the waist up, I’m all business. As long as she doesn’t cross over to my side of the desk and get a glimpse of what’s going on underneath, we’re golden. I can do this.

“Of course. Just getting some work done,” I glance at my watch, businesslike. “I have a huge stack of papers here I need to grade.”

She looks down at the stack, and frowns. “Oh, that’s such a shame. You see, I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, Professor Hanks. I came here to apologize, and simply extend an olive branch.”

Rose shifts ever so slightly underneath the desk, but I keep my cool, hands folded on top of the desk.

“An olive branch? That’s not necessary. What’s done is done, let’s just put it behind us. I don’t hold grudges.”

I feel Rose pull my pants all the way down to my ankles. She’s so naughty, it’s out of control. I’ve unleashed her, and she’s coming out of her shell in a big way.

She’s trying to get me caught with my pants down.

Fucking literally.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Dean Allison continues. “Grudges can be especially toxic at a small liberal arts school like this. In a small town like Blackwell. No one needs to know about things that...don’t concern them.” She smiles. It’s a forced smile, but it’s there.

I hold my gaze steady on Dean Allison, but shift to the bookcase as Rose takes my cock back into her mouth, so as to not give anything away in my eyes.

Rose bobs so silently now, stealthily. Not sloppy like it was before, but it feels just as good. Better. God she’s fucking good. I resist the urge to reach a hand down and stroke her hair. Feel her chin. Fucking A, I want to watch her.

“As you know, I grew up in Blackwell, and I know how it is,” I say, doing my best not to appear distracted. “I one hundred percent agree with you. And it feels good...er...I like it when...I’m back. Even if it’s for a reason that’s not the happiest.”

“Your mother being the reason you’re back?” she arches an eyebrow, and I see the first dose of humility and realness that I’ve seen in Dean Allison’s eyes in all of our encounters together.

I nod. “The cancer doesn’t show signs of stopping. We’re holding out hope though. You know, let’s not talk about this right now.”

And let’s especially not talk about the fact that your daughter is literally blowing me under the desk at this moment.

“Anyways,” I continue, taking advantage of Dean Allison’s first pause. “I have a lot of work to do.” I let out a loud grunt when Rose takes me particularly deep.

“You okay?” she asks, scrunching up her face.

“Never better! Now if you’ll be so kind, I do have to finish up these papers so I can get to the research I am working on. You know what they say about a professor who doesn’t stay current and keep publishing.”

And that’s when I feel Rose’s tits on my already slick cock. Holy fucking shit, the girl is trying to get me fired right here and now. Tingles of pleasure course through my balls, spine, and core.

Rose is titty-fucking me under the damn desk.

“Of course you are. Just a hardworking man.”

“Very hard,” I growl, and then realize I need to follow it up. “To keep up with all the research out there, and still publish. I mean you know how tit is.”

She squints. “Tit is?”

I scoff. “It. I meant to say it.”

She chuckles. “And you say I’m the one with the dirty mind.”

“If you only knew.”

Rose moves her soft breasts against my hard cock and it feels fucking amazing. I want to see so bad what she’s doing down there. Tell her what a good job she’s doing. Fuck she’s so good at this. A damn natural.

“Anyways, this isn’t just an empty olive branch. Every year, my husband and I have a big party at our house for the fourth of July in Blackwell. It starts at five and goes until whenever. Lots of the faculty come, and we’d love for you to come as well.”

Rose bumps something under the desk, and slam my fist on it as well to distract from the sound.

Dean Allison squints at the desk. “What was that? You don’t want to come?”

“Want to? Come?”

Fuck. Rose has me one step below panting. In the space of two weeks she’s jumped from virgin to siren.

“You’re acting quite weird. Here’s the invitation.” She hands me an actual paper invitation. I take it out of the envelope and look at it. “Oh, that’s great. Fucking feels great. Oh my God, amazing.”

“What the hell is the matter with you?” She belts out.

I glance up from the invitation as Rose pushes me over the edge. My cock turns into a firehose, letting loose in her mouth.

“I’m coming,” I grunt.

She leans out over the desk, her palms flat. She looks down at the invitation, and for a split second I panic, my eyes wide. I think she might lean over the desk.

Fuck it, I can’t think any more. Rose has robbed me of all logic. I lean back in my post-orgasmic bliss.

“That’s good to hear. I just want to make sure you know, the invitation is on the table. The other invitation.”

I don’t say anything. I don’t even move.

“Well then, Professor Hanks. I suppose I’ll be on my way. Enjoy the rest of your paper grading.”

I let out a relieved exhale and slide my chair back to reveal Rose. She’s got a huge shit-eating grin on her face. “How was it?” she asks.

I smile. “Fucking amazing.”

She stands up and I see her in her totally naked glory again.

“Good. It was amazing for me, too.”

I arch an eyebrow, and then touch her wet pussy with a finger. “You came, didn’t you?”

“Mmm hmm,” she nods, a little sheepishly. “I can’t believe I did that with my mom in here. But I couldn’t help it.”

“I guess we’ve found out something that you like doing, haven’t we now?”

“What’s that?”

“Almost getting caught. We’ll have to try it again.”

She puts her clothes back on. “Alright, I’m going to grab some lunch. Do you want to come with...oh, that’s right. We can’t be seen in public. Ha, sometimes I forget.”

I clench my jaw. “I’ll text you later.”

Right before she exits the room, she turns back to me. “What’s all that stuff about my mom inviting you?”

“You weren’t listening to our conversation?”

She chuckles. “I kind of had my plate full.”

“Just the standard stuff, you know. Looks like I’m going to your house for the fourth of July.”

“Should be fun. My Grandparents will even be there!”

I nod. Well well, the whole damn neighborhood will be there. Just peachy.