Professor Richter's Rules

by Jessa York

  “Jake, I need to tell you something,” she said, closing her legs, trapping my hand.

  Removing my fingers, I took a deep breath. “What?”

  “I—I—it’s important. It might turn you off. You might not want to sleep with me after I tell you.”

  I frowned at the absurdity of what she’d said. There was pretty much nothing Mindy could tell me right now that would turn me off. “You’re really a man?”

  She sputtered out a stilted laugh. “No.”

  “Then we’re good,” I said, leaning down to lick a nipple.

  “I’m a unicorn.”

  If there was one thing she could say that would possibly break the mood, that was it.

  I was currently in bed with a chick who was bat shit crazy.

  Staring at her lying on my bed, in my underwear, looking like something straight out of a gentleman’s magazine—I came to a conclusion.

  I didn’t care.

  Crazy chicks needed love, too. Right? If she wanted to look like that and pretend she was a unicorn, so be it.

  “Okay, so you’re a unicorn and I’m a—stallion?” I could live with that. In fact, I’d be whatever the hell she wanted me to be right now.

  Her whole body shook as laughter filled the bedroom. “No, you don’t understand,” she said, nearly choking on her own giggles.

  “What do you want me to be then? Who turns a unicorn on?”

  More peels of laughter bubbled out of her as she wiped her eyes, unable to stop. Good grief. Crazy chicks were a lot of work. “No, no, remember at the club tonight?” she said, still swiping the tears from her eyes.

  “I remember the club.”

  “Do you remember when we talked about unicorns?”

  I must be partly crazy, too, because I actually tried to remember. “No.”

  “Gah, yes you do. When you said that virgins were like unicorns? They don’t exist? Well they do—virgins I mean.”

  My heart stopped. My lungs seized. The world tilted on its axis.

  “Jake, I’m a unicorn.”

  10

  Paige

  Jake laid there, staring down at me, almost like he was waiting for me to say I was just kidding. I’d waffled the whole evening about whether to tell him or not. Part of me just wanted to go along with everything he was doing and grin and bear it through whatever possible pain there’d be.

  But the part of me that was still actually thinking with a brain decided he’d likely figure it out eventually. I decided a heads up was something I owed him. Although now looking at the way his face and demeanor had changed, I was regretting it.

  Maybe I should have waited until past the point of no return.

  “I shouldn’t have told you,” I said, snagging a pillow to cover myself up with. It smelled like Jake’s intoxicatingly spicy cologne and soap. Gosh I felt like such a dork. Why did I have to go and ruin a perfectly sexy night by admitting this?

  “You should have told me earlier. I was being too aggressive. If I’d known—” Jake frowned slightly, casting his gaze downward as he shook his head.

  Feeling tears creep up behind my eyes, I said, “You would have left me at the bar. It’s a turnoff, right? Me being so—inexperienced.” I could feel my stupid chin quivering like the big baby I was being.

  His head dropped, shoulders slumped. “Oh my God, no,” he said, shaking his head again before his gaze cut to me. “It’s not a turnoff at all. In fact, it’s sexy as hell. I just don’t think I’m the guy you should give your—your—”

  “Cherry? Virtue? Innocence? Maidenhood?” I said, a bit more sarcastically than I had intended.

  “Mindy,” he said, making me roll my eyes. Every time he said that name my stomach knotted up. “You’ve held onto your—virginity for this long. I think you want to share it with someone you know and care about. Not someone like me.” His hand reached up to squeeze my shoulder.

  “Oh my God, this is so embarrassing,” I said, using my hands to cover my eyes. I could feel cool air waft over my body as the pillow I had been holding fell to the side.

  “Do not be embarrassed about anything.” Before I knew it, his arms were around me, pulling me into his chest as he laid down on the bed beside me. His warm skin heated my flesh even further as his manly scent filled my senses. “Stop. Take your hands off,” he said, tugging my arms down, exposing my face.

  “I really wanted to get rid of it tonight, Jake. I’m sick and tired of being the only virgin left on Earth.” His chest began convulsing, knocking my head up and down. Lifting up on my elbow, I stared into his face as he finally roared with laughter.

  “I’m not laughing at you,” he said, still cracking up. “You are so damn cute, it’s your fault.”

  “Well I’m glad one of us is having a good time,” I said, rolling to my back, no longer caring about my mostly naked self on display. He’d had his chance to take advantage of it and said no. I suddenly felt like displaying the breasts he’d been very excited about only minutes ago.

  “I’m not having a good time—I mean I am, and I was. Tonight,” he said, voice low as he gently placed his fingers on my chin. “I had the best time I’ve had in,” his eyes looked to the wall as though in deep thought, “a long time. I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much.”

  His kind words warmed my soul. “I had a really great time, too,” I said, telling him the full truth.

  “But,” he said, making me close my eyes and huff.

  “But. But. But, but, but. Why does there have to be a but?” I raised my voice, slapping my hands down beside me in the bed. His eyes went right to my breasts as they shook.

  “But,” he said, lifting his gaze to mine. “You only lose your virginity once.”

  “And it’s not good enough for you?”

  His voice fell to nearly a whisper. “It’s far too good for me,” he said, setting his hand on my stomach, rubbing his fingers lightly over my skin. Goosebumps rose at his touch, so close and yet so far away from what I wanted and needed.

  “It’s my choice. I want to give it to you,” I said, meaning every word. We’d had a good time. I knew this wasn’t some kind of long-term commitment or anything. What was the problem? If I was ready to be deflowered, what was that to him?

  He exhaled heavily, his bourbon tinged breath sweeping over my body. “You need to stop talking like that.”

  I’d had about enough. This was ridiculous. My hand darted out, shoving his shoulder until he fell to his back. Throwing my leg over, I straddled him. “We are two consenting adults,” I said, having been one for a whole two months. “What’s the problem? I’m ready to go, you’re certainly ready to go,” I said, feeling his hardness underneath me as I rotated my hips.

  That elicited a long groan from Jake that turned me on even more. His hands clutched my hips to still me. “Mindy—Jesus,” he said, closing his eyes while I set my hands on his chest, grinding into him. The hard length of him felt wonderfully naughty. I imagined what something so large would feel like inside me.

  Instinctively I moved on top of him, enjoying the pressure it created down there. “Mmm,” I moaned, speeding up my movements.

  His hands found my breasts, making me sigh again. “Yes, Jake, please.”

  “I’m not going to fuck you,” he said, his voice cracking, sounding weak even to my ears.

  Not caring what he would or wouldn’t do I continued my movements as he played with my breasts. The ache increased down there so much I needed relief. “I want you.”

  Jake suddenly knifed up, taking a nipple in his mouth, still manipulating the other one. “Oh, yeah,” I whispered. “That feels so good.” And did it ever. He sucked and licked on one breast creating a shock that shot all the way to my pussy. I could feel his muscles taught and straining to keep his control.

  Whatever. What he and I were currently doing felt—incredible. Otherworldly. My brain fizzled as all thoughts left my mind except for how increasingly wet I was getting. I probably should feel embarrass
ed of my actions—sitting on top of a man I’d just met, grinding myself on his impossibly hard cock.

  But I wasn’t.

  His hips bucked upward at my words while his hands slid inside my underwear, squeezing my ass, holding me down on his lap, increasing the pressure tenfold. He sucked harder on my nipple and I let out another moan.

  Rolling us over, he settled between my legs, still enthralled with my chest, driving me crazy as he did so. The sensations he caused shot fire straight to my pussy. “There’s more than one way to skin a cat,” he said, dragging his hot, wet tongue down my belly.

  I watched him intently, hooking his fingers in the boxers I wore, yanking them down slowly, seductively, never breaking his gaze from mine.

  “You say the most romantic things,” I teased, raising up on my elbows to see what he was going to do. Once the underwear was free, he tossed them on the floor with a smirk.

  Nudging my legs open as he kissed my thighs, first one then the other, I fell back to the pillow, covering my eyes with my arm. He was really going to do this.

  I knew for sure when I finally felt his hot mouth on me—right there. “Oh,” I said, lifting my hips to meet him.

  “You okay?” he asked quietly, stopping for a moment to kiss my thighs.

  “Mmm, hmm,” I moaned. Was I okay? No, I was certainly not okay. I was dead. That was the only way to explain why I could no longer move my appendages.

  “More?” he asked, his fingers teasing reaching up to play with my nipples.

  “Please,” I said, moving my hips restlessly.

  He let out a small chuckle then went back to what he was doing. “Ah, yeah.” I sighed, delighting in the feel of his tongue as he licked me up and down. Then he got more serious, going deeper with his tongue, driving me completely mad.

  It wasn’t just his mouth that was currently driving me insane—it was also his hands. They never stopped moving on my body, stroking, touching, feeling every available inch of my tingling skin.

  I’d always wondered if guys actually enjoyed cunnilingus or if they just did it as a favor to their women. From the way Jake was going at it he obviously liked what he was doing. This being my first time anyone had been down there, I couldn’t say for sure, but Jake seemed like he was definitely a master. A Master of Cunnilingus—maybe he was known as Master C in some circles.

  My hands reached down to his head, holding him there as I moved my hips, nearly out of control and not caring one bit about constant moans. The musky smell of my sex filled the air around us. And I didn’t care one iota.

  When the movements of his hands became more intense, tweaking my nipples even harder, the most glorious shocks started, traveling through my body with lightning speed. His fingers pinched my nipples, pulling as I screamed out my release.

  Once it was over, my hands fell from his head to the bed. Jake kissed my thighs again before lying down beside me. Sneaking his arm under my shoulders, he rolled my body, my head resting on his chest. His hand caught under my knee, hooking it over top of him.

  A few minutes later, he lifted up my limp hand letting it plop back down on his chest. “No signs of life.”

  “I’m alive,” I muttered into his chest. That was a complete lie. I couldn’t feel any part of my body right now to be sure.

  “How’s the foot?” he asked, rubbing his hand on my behind, down my leg.

  “What foot?”

  He laughed, kissing the top of my head, squeezing me closer. “Good. If it starts hurting let me know.”

  “Okay,” I said, before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

  11

  Jake

  Her body settled into mine and exactly one minute later I felt and saw her fall asleep. My hand found hers, looking at the color of her mood ring. Purple.

  I waited another ten minutes or so, enjoying the feel of her soft body curled around me a bit more than I probably should have. This wasn’t how I normally rolled.

  After the deed was done, I’d maybe stick around for one last drink before riding off into the sunset. Of course, now I was trapped in my house with this gorgeous—virgin. Who would have thought after all this time I’d find a unicorn?

  I chuckled silently, remembering when Mindy told me she was a unicorn and I’d said I was a stallion. How that woman managed to stay a virgin this long I’d never understand. She was sex on a stick. There was no possible way she wasn’t getting offers left, right, and center.

  All I knew was I needed to get in the shower quickly before I woke her and decided to take whatever she was offering. She’d broken through my resolve in record time, sitting on top of me, her tits swaying as she—okay, time to grab that shower.

  Gently, I untangled her long legs from mine, slipping my arm from under her. Once free, I practically tip-toed to the master bathroom. If she woke up enroute, I didn’t know how I’d stay away. Closing the door, I leaned against it, glad I was capable of being a decent human being.

  There was no way I’d be this woman’s first time. Chicks never forgot the guy who stole their innocence. And I wasn’t the kind of guy who wanted to be remembered. Walking to the shower, my eyes were drawn to something hanging there. Mindy’s black, lace bra, and thong dangling teasingly from one hanger and her dress from another.

  I shoved them over, perhaps touching her bra a little longer than required. Then I turned on the water as hot as I could handle it. Getting in, I grabbed the soap—then myself. If I didn’t take matters into my own hands—literally—Mindy’s virtue would be on even shakier grounds than it was currently.

  Clutching my cock, I started with the familiar strokes and rhythm I was accustomed to. A low hum warmed the blood coursing through my veins as the scent of soap invaded my nose. Closing my eyes, visions filled my mind of Mindy on her back, legs spread, waiting for me.

  I increased the speed of my hand as my heart sped up in my chest. Moving my legs further apart, I touched my balls, roughly. God, how I’d love to have Mindy’s own hand on them right now, playing with my sac then leaning down to lick it.

  There was little else I wanted in the world right now than to have those lips of hers wrapped around my cock. First she’d lick me up and down along my shaft while staring up at me with her beautiful eyes. I placed my hand on the tile in front of me, leaning on it for support.

  Feeling drops of precum leaking out, I rubbed my palm over the head of my cock using it as lubrication. Suddenly my eyes popped open, darting to the lingerie hanging in front of me. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to see Mindy in that black lace, crawling toward me on the bed.

  Showing zero respect for her underwear, I reached up, snapping up the lace panties. The hanger swung in protest but I didn’t care. Bringing the soft material to my nose, I inhaled deeply hoping her scent still clung to them.

  Unfortunately, they only smelled of fresh laundry detergent but it would have to do. My mind’s eye vividly remembered Mindy’s heady scent and how she tasted as she wiggled and sighed searching for relief. Before she came in my mouth I’d relentlessly circled her small bud of nerves with my tongue.

  The hot water spraying on my back, my cock grew in my hand as I rubbed her panties down my face, neck, and chest. I could feel my heart beating at a crazy pace, the overwhelming desire to come rushing through me. At that instant I surrendered the fight, shuddering my orgasm into her panties in my other hand.

  Oh shit.

  Chuckling, I milked myself for a minute until I was done. Grabbing the shampoo, I dutifully rinsed out my new favorite pair of panties until they were clean, then laid them over the side of the tub.

  After my shower I toweled off, glad to be feeling at least some relief. Finally. That woman caused one hell of a case of blue balls. Slowly, I opened the door taking a quick look to make sure she was still out.

  Mindy was in exactly the same spot as I’d left her. Completely asleep. Striding to my drawer, I pulled out a pair of boxers much like the kind Mindy had stolen. Aaand I was hard again.

  Shaki
ng my head, I wandered over to the bed. I stood there considering if I should perhaps go to another room to sleep. Something inside of me made me crawl back in bed with her. Head in my hand, I watched her sleep.

  The curve of her waist, the lovely roundness of her hip made my cock even harder. Reaching for a blanket, I remembered her foot. I carefully slipped a pillow underneath it, taking another quick look. No swelling. Yet.

  I laid closer to her, maneuvering my arm under her shoulder again, hoping I wouldn’t wake her up in the process. Instead, she exhaled sweetly with a tiny smile on her lips.

  Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I settled back allowing myself to enjoy the feel of her beside me.

  Sometime in the early hours of the night, I woke breathing heavily, feeling very—aroused? When I was able to shake off the sleep, I realized what had disturbed me. Mindy’s fingers. On my cock. Thanks to her I now had a raging hard-on. The thin material of my boxers offered little buffer to the sensations her caresses triggered.

  “What are you doing?” I asked an obvious question, her hand stilling but the shocks she’d created continuing to spread through my body.

  “I got to—you know—but you never did. It was hard already.” She lightly stroked her touch up and then down, driving me crazy. “So I was, um, curious,” she said, kissing my chest. It took a concerted effort on my part to not thrust my hips upward.

  “Honey, it’s fine. I’m good,” I said, needing her to remove those nimble fingers of hers while I still had an ounce of sense left in my lust clouded brain. Again she traced the lightest of grazes along the sensitive underside, stopping briefly before trailing back where she’d started.

  “Can I at least,” her eyes locked on mine as she licked her lips, “look at it? I’ve never seen a real one before.” A small, nervous giggle left her lips. It had cost her to admit that, not to mention ask that. I couldn’t stop the deep, sleepy chuckle that escaped my lips.