Me and My Hot Professor

by Raquel Belle

  “It’s okay,” he laughed. “You’re right. She wasn’t the one, if she had the capacity to cheat on me, she was never the one,” he said.

  “So now what? You just…take your pick from all the students who fawn over you?” I asked, teasing only a little.

  Josh’s eyebrows wrinkled and he actually looked affronted. “No, of course not. It’s only you,” he said. “You’re the only student I’ve ever been attracted to and pursued.” He didn’t miss a beat when he said it. I bit my lip and then took another swig of my beer.

  “Oh,” I said after I swallowed. Josh scooted closer to me and put his beer down on the coffee table.

  “So tell me more about this family situation. I never saw you so distracted in class before,” he said. Josh smelled like soap and the lightest spray of cologne. I leaned closer to him just to inhale his scent.

  “Well, um…they can be intense. I’m the youngest of three and the typical odd one out. My parents and brother especially all dump on me all the time. Forget about when I told everyone I was going back to undergrad. They were disappointed, my brother’s jokes are vicious and they just don’t take me seriously,” I sighed. Heat rose in my chest just thinking about them.

  “I think it’s fucking amazing that you decided to go back to undergrad and it’s incredibly brave. Not many people would. Keep standing up to them, your life is your path and yours alone,” Josh said.

  I smiled at him, surprised to hear him say something so nice. “Thanks,” I said, shy. Josh reached out and caressed my jaw, my skin tingled where he touched me and my breath hitched with nerves. I didn’t know why I felt so shy and nervous, we’d had full blown sex in his office only a couple of days ago.

  “That guy Jacob, are you dating him?” Josh asked.

  The question came out of nowhere, I recoiled at it but shook my head. “No, we’re not dating at all. He and I have a few classes together so we walk together sometimes and study together,” I said.

  “Hm,” Josh said. He kissed my chin and moved closer to me. His knee touched mine and he rested a hand on my thigh. My eyes flicked to his lips just before he kissed my neck. “I’m sure guys go after you wherever you are,” Josh murmured. Goosebumps rose across my skin and Josh’s fingers crept underneath my shirt. He gripped my waist and heat curled up from my core.

  “Not as much as you think,” I said and chuckled. Josh took my beer and put it on the coffee table. Then he pulled me onto his lap and I straddled his hips.

  “I don’t want you to see anyone else,” Josh said, surprising me. I quirked my eyebrow and he nipped at the skin just under my chin. “Is that so bad to want you to myself?” he asked. Josh’s hand slipped between my legs and his thumb pressed against my pussy, applying pressure to my clit.

  “No, I guess not,” I said, my voice was a little breathless. Josh kissed me, his lips brushed softly over mine. I ran my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and pressed my lips to his. We made out like teenagers and I moved to straddle his hips. My fingers tangled in his hair and he gripped my ass. I felt the bulge of his growing hard-on between my legs and I ground my hips against it. Josh moaned and I slid down onto my knees on the floor and unbuckled his fly.

  “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” he said.

  “If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t be on my knees, would I?” I said. Josh leaned forward to kiss me before he lifted his hips and pushed his jeans and boxers down. I gripped his thick cock and ran my tongue along the underside before teasing the tip. Josh took a sharp breath and moved forward on the couch. I sucked on the tip before taking more of him into my mouth. I sucked him deep for as long as I could, finding satisfaction in his low moans and gasps. He grew fully erect in my mouth and my cunt was slicked and hungry. I wanted him inside me.

  “Stand up,” Josh said, his voice was hoarse. I did and he quickly pushed my shorts and panties off. He stood behind me and I bent over. I propped myself up against the back of the couch. Josh pushed slowly inside of me. I moaned in relief and pleasure as he filled me up. He gripped my waist and then started to thrust deep into me, hard. I cried out as the pleasure pulsed through me with each thrust.

  “Fuck,” Josh groaned and then pulled out of me. He sat down on the edge of the couch and I straddled him. He held me with one arm and I ground my hips then started to rock back and forth. He held me with both arms and bounced me on his cock. I gripped his shoulders as my legs turned to jelly. My cries grew louder and then a torrent of pleasure flooded through me and Josh quickly moved to lay me on the couch as I came. He stilled inside of me as my core clenched around his cock. “My god,” he mumbled.

  “Take the rest off,” I panted and tugged at his shirt. He quickly whipped it over his head and then did quick work of taking my shirt and bra off. Josh definitely hit the gym daily. His chest and abdomen were cut with defined muscle. I ran my fingers over his stomach and he lowered his head to nibble on my nipples and breasts. When my legs stopped shaking as much, he started to move again. He lifted my legs so that he could push deeper inside of me and then he continued to thrust deep and fast. The apartment was filled with my cries and his grunts and curses. After I came twice more, I stopped counting. My body seemed to be on a constant level of heightened pleasure and I couldn’t understand it. It was like some kind of excruciating, delirious rapture. A sport car at eight thousand RPM…never letting up.

  Finally, after pummeling me to near insanity, Josh pulled out and came all over my belly and thighs. There was so much jizz, his balls had to be empty. He rested his head in the crook of my neck and we both took a while to catch our breath. “That was…” he started to say and then we both laughed.

  “Intense?” I said. He nodded and then slowly pulled away from me and got up.

  “I wanted to make it to a bed this time,” he said and chuckled. “Where’s the bathroom?” I pointed him to it and he walked to it quickly and I heard the water running. I eased off of the couch, careful not to get any…mess…on it and joined him in the bathroom. We took a shower together and Josh made a point to wash me before he soaped himself. When we were dressed, we settled on the couch again. I wanted to fall asleep, Josh wanted to order food.

  “Pizza?” he asked. I shrugged and nestled against his side, resting my head on his chest. Josh chuckled. “That’s helpful.”

  “Sure, pizza. Thin crust,” I said.

  “Thin crust it is,” he said. “So when you get your degrees, what are you going to do after?” Josh asked suddenly.

  “Either teaching, like you do, or going into clinical practice,” I said.

  “Teaching is a good gig, especially when you land a tenure track, the pay is better,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “That’s what I hear,” I murmured.

  “Are you going to fall asleep before the pizza gets here?” he asked.

  “I’ll wake up when it gets here,” I assured him and patted his arm. I dozed off and when the pizza finally did arrive, we ate at the breakfast bar and fell into a discussion about id, ego, super ego and Freud. I was glad to talk about psychology and philosophy, rather than getting to know each other. It didn’t make sense to have deep conversations and learn about his past and vice versa. It wasn’t like we could have a real relationship. I knew he wanted to be exclusive and that was okay, but that was the only string I was willing to have. Especially with someone as gorgeous and coveted as Josh was. Plain sex and conversation was easy. It was safe.

  Chapter Ten

  Josh

  Sure, it was my chosen profession, but the thing I hated about being a professor was the damn grading. It was my own kind of homework and personal hell. I sat in my office on a Friday night, grading the first round of papers for all of my classes. It sucked that I couldn’t have student assistants, for obvious reasons, or else I’d have them grading papers for me.

  I glanced at the clock above my desk and sighed. I was halfway through the essays and it was pushing one in the morning. It seemed like half
of my weekend was going to be leeched away by grading. I threw in the towel, shut my laptop and walked to the kitchen to pour myself a nightcap. I wondered what Naomi was up to, she hadn’t texted me or called since Wednesday, it had been a week since that night at her apartment. I wondered if I’d done something or said something wrong. Was our age difference to blame? We talked about plenty, there was never an awkward silence between us and yet… I grabbed bourbon off of the dry bar in my living room.

  My cell phone started to ring, I slipped it out of my pocket and saw Amy’s name on the screen before I answered, “Hey, what’s up?” It was way too late for her to be calling me.

  “I’m drunk at a bar and I…I don’t want to call an Uber or Lyft, that shit is sketchy,” she said.

  “Alright, fine. Which bar?” I asked. She murmured the name of one I knew in Wynwood. I told her to hang tight and put the bottle of liquor down to grab my keys from the kitchen counter, where I left them. I wondered if she’d called a sitter for Kaden or what. She should’ve asked me to watch him. Either way, I drove downtown to the bar near Wynwood Walls, passed the walkthrough park of murals and found lucky parking in the small lot behind the bar. The entire block was packed with people, as it usually is. I squeezed through the clumps of people outside of the bar and into the brightly painted building. Merengue music blasted through the bar’s speakers and it’s dancefloor—which occupied eighty percent of the space, the other twenty percent being the bar—was packed. I called Amy when I gave up looking around for her in the crowd. I stood by the end of the bar while the phone rang.

  “Josh!” Amy materialized beside me. I almost dropped my phone.

  “Fuck, Jesus, Amy,” I yelled and she cracked up. “Where did you come from?

  “I was in the bathroom and I saw you standing here so I walked over,” she said and pointed to the nearly hidden alcove behind us that led to the bathrooms. “Oh wow,” she yelled suddenly. A few cheers called my attention to the dancefloor where everyone was staring. Two girls on the dancefloor were dancing to the music as if they’d been dancers for years. Then I realized that I recognized one of them.

  “That’s Naomi,” I said.

  “Who?” Amy shouted. The song ended and some of the people on the dancefloor gave Naomi and her friend a round of applause. Of course she didn’t notice me. She and her friend walked to the bar, clearly cooling off. A couple of guys who were obviously waiting in the wings, jumped on their chance to talk to them.

  “Wait here for a sec,” I told Amy. She looked at me in confusion, I acted on impulse, I knew that. But I couldn’t let some guy try to shoot his shot with Naomi while I was right there. I walked to where Naomi stood at the bar and tapped her shoulder. She glanced behind her and then did a double take and her eyes widened with shock.

  “Josh! What are you doing here?” Naomi squeezed passed one of the dudes and I tugged her towards me by the hand and kissed her neck.

  “I didn’t know you could dance so well,” I murmured in her ear. Naomi’s cheeks reddened and she shrugged.

  “Well…we never got around to talking about that I guess,” she said. I looked her up and down, she wore a short skirt and a tight top with heels. Her hair was curled and loose down her back. I wanted to take her home. The guy trying to talk to her backed off and her friend kept sending me furtive looks. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I came to pick up my sister,” I said. Naomi glanced around as if she could spot someone who looked like me. “Do you want to come over to my place later?” I asked. “I live closer to Wynwood than you do,” I added.

  “Ah…um, I might not be by until three or something,” she said.

  “That’s fine, I can wait up for you,” I said. “That way you don’t have to give any of these guys the time of day,” I added.

  Naomi laughed. “Josh, you never struck me as the possessive type and yet…” she shrugged.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I asked bluntly.

  “It’s…intense,” she said honestly. We stared at each other for a few seconds then she kissed me suddenly. “I’ll see you later,” she whispered and then turned to her friend, who waved at me. I waved back, awkwardly, and turned around. Amy was watching me in utter confusion from the end of the bar.

  She didn’t say anything until we got back to the car, where it was quiet. “Who the hell was that?” Amy demanded. I debated ignoring her but knew that wouldn’t stop her from asking me a hundred times until I caved.

  “She’s someone I met recently. Naomi. I met her before you set me up on the date, after which I realized how much I liked Naomi instead,” I said.

  “So…you guys are dating?” Amy said? “She looks young,” she added.

  “How’d you get down here? Do we have to pick up your car in the morning?” I asked.

  “I came with some people from the gallery. They took Ubers. I stayed to wait for you. How old is she?” Amy asked.

  “I haven’t asked. I heard that was kind of rude to ask a woman,” I said. Amy rolled her eyes.

  “What about my other question? You’re dating her?”

  “Yeah, Amy. We’re dating. It’s casual, the opposite of being on the marriage track,” I said. Amy chuckled.

  “She seems young,” Amy said. I shrugged and turned on the radio.

  “Who’s watching Kaden? Why didn’t you ask me to babysit?” I asked.

  “He’s sleeping over at his grandparents’ house. They have him for the weekend,” she said.

  “Oh, right.” I said. Sometimes I forgot that all of Kaden’s dad’s family lived in South Florida. Our parents were in Connecticut with a few of our aunts and uncles. We had a small family unlike Amy’s husband who had a huge Hispanic family that lived all over Florida and some in New York.

  “I’m sorry, Josh. This is really bothering me. How old is she? You said her name is Naomi?” Amy asked.

  “She’s my-business-years-old,” I said. Amy rolled her eyes and then sighed.

  “Josh, I really hope she isn’t a student,” she said, seeing right through me of course. I kept quiet and Amy eventually fell asleep. I didn’t know the point of keeping the truth from Amy but I didn’t want to admit it out loud. I felt like, if I said the words, ‘I’m seeing my student,’ or ‘I’m having sex with a student,’ that would change what Naomi and I actually were. Being with her didn’t feel that simple and shallow.

  I pulled into Amy’s driveway and nudged her shoulder. She woke up and yawned then opened the door. “Josh…”

  “Good night Amy,” I said. She sighed and got out. I watched her walk to the front door and wave, then she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. That’s when my phone rang. Naomi was calling. “Hey,” I said.

  “Are you still awake?” she asked, her words slurred a bit, I smirked.

  “Yeah, where are you? Not driving, I hope?”

  Naomi laughed, “You sound like an old man. But no I’m not driving. What’s your address?” she asked. I told her and she repeated it to someone. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said. Naomi hung up and I drove to my house to meet her. I had just enough time to fix my bed and tidy up the kitchen and living room before I heard a honk out front. I walked to the front window and watched as Naomi stepped out of a black sedan and waved at the car before she hurried to the front steps. She rang the doorbell.

  I didn’t want to seem like a creeper, waiting by the door, which is what I was doing but not on purpose. I opened the door after a minute and she grinned. “I was starting to think that you fell asleep,” she said. I offered her my hand and she fell into me a little while she stepped inside. “Wow, I didn’t imagine it looked like this from the outside,” she said.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I laughed. I closed the door and locked it. Naomi extracted my arm from her waist and took off her heels.

  “It means you have a nice house,” she said. “Your sister is really, really pretty by the way,” she added, randomly, on her way to the couch. Before she
sat, though, she noticed the patio and went outside instead.

  “Thanks, I guess?” I said and joined her outside. It was balmy. Naomi sat on one of the patio chairs, I sat beside her.

  “Question?” she said.

  “Hm?” I studied her eyes, they were low and sleepy. She pushed her hair over her shoulder and reached a hand towards me, I took it, amused.

  “We’re just…having sex, right?” she asked.

  “Exclusively, yes,” I said.

  Naomi giggled. “I don’t think you know how to do flings properly,” she said. Her head turned towards the pool and she stared at the water.

  “What’s a fling anyway? Does that mean we aren’t supposed to talk to each other for days on end and only meet up to—”

  “Fuck? Yes,” she said. Naomi turned her head lazily and looked at me. “It’s not like we can date like normal people. What if there were people who go to Southeastern in that bar?” she asked. I blinked at her, honestly I didn’t think about that and she’d kissed me.

  “But I don’t want that with you, I want more than sex,” I said. Naomi chuckled.

  “Josh, it’s impossible and nonsensical. At least for as long as I’m your student,” she said. “We’re having sex and that’s that,” she said.

  My jaw ticked and I let go of her hand and stood, she looked up at me, confused. “Come on, it’s humid out here,” I said. Naomi sighed but stood up and followed me in. I led her to the bedroom and unzipped her skirt when she asked me to. I helped her with the tight top she wore. I found her something to tie her hair with and then changed into pajamas and gave her an undershirt of mine. She fell asleep fast, I studied her face, completely still she looked younger than she was. I was sure everyone did while they were asleep.

  There was something about her that I wanted and it wasn’t just to have sex with her, it wasn’t just to talk. I couldn’t put my finger on it and that bothered me. How could I want someone without knowing why? How could I think about her all the time and she won’t even text or call me first? Was the distance really that necessary?