by B. B. Hamel
His jaw works. But he shakes his head and leaves, catching up to the other guys.
I smile to myself. Good job, Clara. Clearly, she can handle herself.
I wander over to her and pull up a chair. She glances at me as I sit down next to her.
“How’s it going?” I ask.
“Fine,” she says. “I have a free block right now so I thought I’d stay and do some more work.”
“Sure, that’s fine.” I lean back in my chair and look over her shoulder at what she’s doing.
I have to admit, her work is elegant. It’s simple and clean. I can understand what she’s doing instantly, just from looking over her shoulder.
She glances back at me. “Uh, sorry. Do you mind?”
“I’m making you uncomfortable,” I say simply.
She nods a little. “Yeah. I mean, you’re just…”
“Hovering.”
“Yep.”
“Sorry.” I laugh and stand up, stretching a little. “I was just admiring you.”
She blinks and stares at me.
It takes me a second to understand my mistake.
“Your code, I mean,” I say quickly. “Your code. It’s really elegant. Simple.”
“Thanks,” she says, softening a little bit, smiling. “I’m slower than those guys, but I like to think I’m cleaner.”
“Doesn’t matter how fast you are if your code sucks.”
“That’s what I figure. But I don’t have a dick, so what do I know.”
I laugh at that. “I noticed Howard isn’t exactly a feminist.”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
“Guys like that are all over the place.”
“I know.” She sighs. “I’m used to it.”
“You shouldn’t have to be.”
She just shrugs and saves her work before turning off her screen. “I guess not, but I can’t change the world.”
“Maybe not yet.” I cock my head. “What do you think we’re doing here, though?”
She laughs and stands up. “Changing the world through VR games? I don’t know about that.”
“Games?” I grin at her. “I never mentioned games.”
She hesitates a second. I walk over to my desk and grab my bag, putting it on top of the table and resting up against it.
Clara comes wandering toward me. “What’s the point of this then?”
“To make VR run easily on cheap and simple hardware. We’re in the optimization business.”
“VR is mostly for games,” she points out.
“Yes, mostly. But not entirely. And true VR games in the future are going to be very, very different from what we know today.”
“Maybe,” she says softly, shrugging. “Doesn’t matter to me.”
“Not a gamer?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
She chews her lip, still lingering nearby. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“It’s just…” She hesitates a second. I like this awkwardness from her. She looks almost vulnerable, sexy, her full lips pursed slightly as she searches for the words.
“You’re rich and famous, right?” she says.
I grin at that. “Right.”
She smiles a little. “So why are you here, at Monray? We’re a tiny school. You could be anywhere, but you’re here.”
I cock my head. “Do you think I should be somewhere else?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “You’d have a deeper pool of people to draw from.”
“Maybe,” I admit. “But that’s not what I’m looking for.”
“What are you looking for, Jason?”
She steps closer to me. I feel my heart beating faster as she looks into my eyes. She’s so fucking pretty, and I feel like this moment is taking a strange turn.
“I’ve had success,” I say softly. “I know what it’s like to be at the top of the world. I don’t need that anymore. I need something else.”
“What do you need?” she asks softly.
“Risk,” I say, smirking gently. “Is that what you want, Clara?”
“Risk? I don’t know. I never thought about it before.”
“Risk is everything,” I tell her. “It’s what makes us feel alive. If nothing is at stake, then nothing is worth doing. We need to risk something if we really want it to feel good.”
I stand up, stepping closer to her. She blinks and looks up at me. I can feel my pulse pounding in my chest.
This is one of those moments. I can feel it, deep in my chest. It’s one of those moments where I can make a different choice, see if my life can keep going the way it’s been going.
Or I can take a risk. Take a chance. Make myself feel alive.
Take what I fucking want.
She looks up at me. “I think I know what you mean,” she says. “Playing it safe… it’s easy. It doesn’t lead anywhere.”
“No, it doesn’t. Risk is what can make or break a person, but it’s so worth it.” I step closer to her and she doesn’t move. Her lips party slightly. “Do you want to hear something very risky?” I ask.
She nods slightly, her hair falling around her face. “Tell me.”
“I can’t stop looking at you, Clara. I know it’s wrong… I know it’s a huge risk. But I can’t help it.”
She looks surprised for a second, but tilts her chin up toward me. “I don’t mind,” she says finally.
I step closer, put my hand against her cheek, and kiss her.
I think I surprise myself just as much as I surprise Clara. I didn’t expect this to happen, not this way.
But for some reason, the moment felt right. It was a charge between the two of us, the way she stepped toward me, the way she cocked her head in my direction. I could sense what she was thinking.
We both wanted this. At least, I know I wanted it.
I kiss her full and deep, tasting her on my tongue. It’s sweet, clean, delicious. I pull her tighter against me and I feel her draw a sharp breath before putting her arms around my neck.
We kiss like that, deep and slow. I can feel my cock getting hard, my blood pumping through my veins. I love feeling her tight against me, her lips on mine.
I’ve kissed hundreds of women in my life, tasted plenty of them, but this…
It’s wrong. It’s a risk.
It’s absolutely fucking incredible.
We break apart and she’s breathing fast, her face flushed.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say softly.
“It’s okay,” she says quickly. “I mean, I wanted you to.”
“Good,” I say, smirking. “I thought you did.”
“But you’re right. I mean, it’s bad, right?”
“Right,” I say gently. “It’s a big risk.”
“But it feels good, right?”
I stare at her, excitement coursing through my veins.
I want her right here, right now. I want to push her down onto this table and fuck her deep and slow. I want to feel that young, tight, vibrant cunt wrapped around my big, thick cock. I want to hear her pant and moan my name.
But I can’t. I stop myself. I hold back.
I step away from her. She bites her lip.
“I’ll see you in class,” I say.
She nods once, turns, and quickly leaves. I watch her go, eyes on her ass.
“Shit,” I say softly to myself.
Truth is, as much as I want to pretend like I have control of this, I know I don’t. I know I can’t hold back, not after getting a taste of her.
That kiss…
It was fucking bliss. And I know I have to have another.
Even if it’s a risk. Even if it could shut this whole project down, even if it could impact my other businesses, taint my whole reputation, destroy me completely.
Clara’s a risk worth taking.
5
Clara
Holy crap.
I mean, ser
iously.
Holy crap.
I can still feel that kiss on my lips. I float through the rest of the day like I’m in a dream, and I can hardly believe what happened that morning.
Jason really kissed me. I know that’s real, I mean, it has to be. I can still feel it on my lips.
But it can’t be real. He’s twice my age, my professor, he’s rich and famous, he’s way out of my league.
I have no clue why he would want anything to do with some random undergraduate girl like me.
And yet he kissed me.
He took the risk.
And it felt really, really good.
I’m practically bubbling over with excitement. I basically burst into our apartment at the end of the day and go running up to Mac’s room.
She’s sitting at her desk, head buried in a book.
Literally, head buried in the book. She lifts it up only when I knock.
“Kill me,” she groans.
I hesitate. “Philosophy?”
“Who cares about materialism or idealism? Oh my god, it’s so boring.”
I grin at her. “I have something you might like.”
I know I probably shouldn’t tell her, but I trust Mac. I’ve told her everything and she’s never betrayed me, never come close. I know she’ll keep this secret no matter what.
Plus, I can’t help it. I’m bubbling over. I need to talk about what happened.
I sit down on her bed and she looks at me. I’m smiling ear to ear like a moron.
“Okay, why are you so happy?” she asks.
“I kissed Jason.”
She frowns a little. “That guy you met at the frat party last month? The kind of fat one?”
“No, not that Jason,” I say, rolling my eyes. “My professor. Jason Turner.”
She stares at me for a second then laughs. “Very funny.”
“I’m not kidding, Mac. It happened this morning after the other guys left. We just started talking, and he mentioned risk, and he… kissed me.”
She blinks rapidly. “Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“No, seriously, holy shit. You’re not joking?”
“Mac, I’m not joking. This is serious, you can’t tell anyone. It could ruin his career. It could ruin mine too.”
“Okay, okay, wow.” She stares at me. “I know he’s hot and it’s like a really sexy kink, but like, actually doing it?”
“I know,” I say, grinning.
“I have to admit, I am both impressed and really jealous.”
“Oh my god, it was amazing. Seriously, Mac, just amazing. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She frowns a little bit. “Are you sure this is okay? I mean, he’s your professor.”
“I know, but I think he gets it. I don’t think he’s, like, going to use this against me.”
She grins at that. “I’m more worried about you using it against him.”
I laugh. “Kiss for a B, blowjob for an A.”
“Just a blowjob? Girl, I told you. I’d give up the butt.”
I roll my eyes, still grinning. “I don’t know what it means or if it’ll happen again, but it was… amazing. Seriously, it was amazing.”
“I’m happy for you,” she says seriously. “Just be careful.”
“I will, will.” I shake my head. “I thought you’d be more excited.”
“Honestly, I’m just like totally taken aback right now. I can’t believe this is real.”
“It’s real.”
“Think it’ll happen again?”
“I hope so.”
She grins at me. “You bad girl. You’re thinking about giving up the butt, aren’t you?”
“No,” I say quickly. “Come on, be serious.”
“I am serious. His hands on your hips, slapping your ass, thrusting into you from behind. I bet you’d love it.”
“I kissed him. I don’t know how you’re making the leap to anal.”
“Just how my mind works, I guess.”
I roll my eyes and stand up. “Look, don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Okay, okay. We’re not done talking about this yet, though.”
“Fine, I just need to shower.”
She jumps to her feet. “I’ll sit in with you!”
And so I take a shower while Mac sits on the toilet, and we go over every single detail of that kiss.
It feels good to talk about, but one thing keeps playing through my mind, one nagging question.
Is it going to happen again?
The next day, I have a normal class with Jason. I sit toward the back like I always do, but I can’t help staring at him the whole time.
I mean, I guess that’s normal. He’s the professor, after all. He’s going over the material, teaching us, whatever. Lecturing, I guess. I’m not really paying attention.
I’m too busy daydreaming about his hands on my body.
He glances in my direction a few times, but no more than would be normal. I don’t know what I expect, but part of me wanted him to stare at me, to wink at me, do anything.
I guess I just want him to acknowledge that something happened between us, but of course that’s crazy. He can’t do that right in the middle of teaching a class full of people hanging on his every word.
I have to force myself to pay attention to the lecture. As much as I just want to space out and stare at his lips, remembering the way they felt against mine, I need to focus.
I still have to pass this class, after all.
By the time it finishes, I’ve managed to take like half a page of notes. I glance over at the guy next to me, and he’s filled up nearly three whole pages, front and back. I frown a little bit, but whatever.
Maybe Howard will let me borrow his notes.
The thought makes me smile to myself as Jason dismisses the class and everyone gathers their things.
I take my time. I linger a little bit. By the time I get down to the bottom of the room, Jason half turns to me, cocks his head, and smiles.
My heart flutters.
“Clara. Can I talk to you for a second?”
I nod and step over toward him. He smiles at another student and says goodbye to him. The last few stragglers filter out and I’m left alone in the room with him.
He glances around for a second, and I can tell he’s making sure we’re really alone.
“Look, about yesterday.”
I smile at him. I’m practically beaming. “What about it?”
“I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
My heart falls, just a little bit. “Maybe,” I say.
“Maybe.” He smirks a little. “We both know it would be a mistake.”
“What would?”
“If we went further.”
I bite my lip. “What do you mean, further?”
He steps closer, head cocked. “You’re a college girl. You know what I mean.”
“Enlighten me.”
He laughs softly, coming closer. “It would be very, very wrong if I kissed you again. It would be even worse if I put my hands up your shirt, felt your breasts, kissed your neck. It would be wrong, very fucking wrong, if I bent you over a desk, got down on my knees, and licked your pussy until you came on my tongue.”
I stare at him, eyes wide, my whole body thrumming with desire. “That would be very… wrong,” I manage to say.
“It would be a mistake.” He’s closer to me now, almost close enough to kiss. If someone came into the room, this would look very, very bad.
He doesn’t back away.
“If I let you come on my tongue, Clara, what would the others think? There might be favoritism.”
“True,” I say.
“I can’t be that kind of teacher. No matter how badly I want to taste your little wet pussy.”
I bite my lip, blink at him. “I’ll drop your class,” I say stupidly.
He laughs softly, reaches out, takes my hair. He grabs ahold of it softly. “Will you?”
“I’ll drop it. I do
n’t need it.”
He smirks. “You don’t have to do that, Clara.”
“I don’t?”
“No, you don’t.”
“What do I have to do?” I ask him, almost a whisper.
“Just ask me. Ask me to do what you want.”
“Just ask?” I stare into his handsome eyes, my skin crackling with pleasure. His fingers grow tense in my hair, pulling slightly. “Ah,” I say.
“All you have to do is ask.” His lips are against my neck, near my ear. “Ask me, Clara.”
“I want you to… get me off.”
I’m blushing bright red as I say the words. We’re in the middle of a lecture hall and anyone could walk in right now.
Nobody does. We’re entirely alone.
“Are you sure you want that?” he asks.
“Please,” I say. “I’m sure.”
He steps back, takes my hand, and leads me through the door. I release his hand and stumble along behind him as we walk down the empty hall. He stops outside of another door and opens it slowly.
It’s a small little office, mostly empty, just a desk. There’s a notebook on a bookshelf, some textbooks stacked on the floor, and an old laptop.
He pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us. He grabs the chair and props it up behind the knob.
I look around the room. “What is this?”
“Some of the teaching assistants share this,” he says. “Not very glamorous. They never come here.”
I turn around as he comes to me. I stumble back until my butt hits against the top of the desk.
He hikes me up, lifting me up on top of the desk, spreading my legs around him. I gasp a little, lean back onto my palms.
He kisses me. I kiss him back, starving, his words echoing in my mind.
His hands slide up my top, pushing it up and over my head. He teases my breasts over my simple black bra, and for a second I wish I had worn sexier underwear, but at least it’s matching.
“Fuck, Clara,” he whispers in my ear. “Your breasts are perfect. They fit right in the palm of my hand, just a little bit more.”
I bite my lip as he kisses my neck and my collarbone. He unhooks my bra and I let it slide off.
“And these pink little nipples? Fuck.” He kisses my breasts, bites them softly. “Perfect.”
He moves back, looking at my body. I let him look. In fact, I love that he’s looking.