by Sj Hooks
"Your heart is beating really fast," she whispered. I swallowed thickly and nodded while I brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her eyes were unreadable as she lifted our joined hands and placed my palm over her left breast. I jumped a little when I felt her heart racing like a…like mine.
She feels something too!
"So is yours," I murmured.
She nodded slowly, seeming vulnerable all of a sudden. I cupped her face with my free hand and brushed my lips against hers until she responded, kissing me back.
"Stephen?" she whispered.
"Mmm?"
"Do you mind if we don't have sex tonight?"
"Will you still sleep in my bed with me?" I asked. "Can I hold you?"
"Yes," she breathed out.
"Then I don't mind at all," I said, kissing her again.
That night both of us wore pajamas and I held her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep in my arms. It was the best night of my life, and now that Julia was here with me I had a feeling that there would be many other great nights to choose from in the future. I might even have to start a top ten list. I smiled at the thought and held her tighter.
"Stephen," she mumbled. "Don't leave."
I wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake, but I answered her just the same. "I won't, Julia. I promise."
Chapter 3
I was in heaven. Waking up with Julia this morning had been beyond wonderful. After some closed-mouth kissing, we got out of bed and she made a quick trip to her apartment to collect the books and clothes that she’d need while she was staying with me. When she came back she helped me make breakfast as best she could, and managed to only burn the bacon a little. In all fairness, it was partly my fault because I kept distracting her with kisses and “accidental” touching of her breasts. And I may have rubbed up against her from behind—just a few times. Finally, she told me in her usual colorful way to either back off or do something about it. Since she seemed like she was starving, I opted to keep my hands to myself.
I didn't mind, though. Spending the whole morning with Julia was like opening the door to a whole new world, one that I had been denied access to before. We were like a real couple: we talked, we ate, we kissed. We even read the paper together—after she was done teasing me about the fact that I still got a newspaper delivered instead of reading it online. In a word, it was perfect.
After cleaning up, I retreated to the living room to read while Julia worked on a term paper in my office. We had agreed to have lunch together in a few hours and I was already looking forward to it. The thought that she was just two doors away made me giddy. She was really staying here!
I started reading and was surprised when the door opened and Julia sauntered in slowly. She had changed her clothes and now she was wearing a short, checkered skirt that I remembered seeing on her in class.
I always hated that skirt. Now I actually like it.
The difference was that now I was allowed to look at her amazing legs and even touch them. I realized with perfect clarity that the animosity I’d felt for her before was nothing but frustration on my part.
Wow. I always liked her. I just didn’t know it at the time.
This would be the perfect time to reveal my epiphany to Julia—if I could be certain that she felt the same. Then we’d laugh at how silly I’d been, and she’d kiss me before telling me that she’d loved me all along, too.
That wasn’t the reality of our situation, though. I had no idea if she was developing deeper feelings for me, or was just upset about the loss of her grandfather. Still, I wasn’t about to let that bring me down. Julia was here with me now; it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy. I knew she felt something for me, because here she was, dressed in a sexy outfit, seeking me out.
Just be cool. Or at least try.
"Shouldn't you be studying?" I asked, lowering my book. She gave me an innocent smile, walking aimlessly around the room, picking up objects at random and putting them down again.
"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm just feeling a little…tense."
"Oh.” I frowned. Maybe I had misread the situation, and she hadn’t sought me out for sex. “I can give you a massage,” I offered. “I don’t know if I’m any good at it, but I can try.”
"You will? Thank you," she said softly. My heart rate sped up when she pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed her bra.
Control yourself. It's not like you haven't seen her breasts a bunch of times before. Not often in my living room, though. She should definitely be naked in here more often!
She gave me a smile, unceremoniously dropping the clothes on the floor before taking my hand and pulling me toward my bedroom. I felt very unsure about what we were doing. Did she want sex, or did she have tense muscles? It happened to me all the time, sitting hunched over my computer and my books.
Inside the bedroom, Julia bent over the bed, and crawled slowly toward the center. Naturally, my eyes fell on her backside and I gasped when I saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the short skirt. She looked over her shoulder at me, winking. Then she lowered herself onto her stomach with her legs spread wide. I could see everything. Everything.
"Julia," I rasped. "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for my massage, of course," she said.
Her words were innocent, but I could hear the smile in her voice. She knew what she was doing. I didn’t, not completely, but I decided to play along, knowing she’d show me what she wanted of me.
"Where are you…tense?"
"You're a smart boy. Figure it out," she half-laughed, lifting her hips a little to give me an even better view.
I approached her slowly and crawled onto the bed behind her. I ran my hands up her calves and sighed, feeling her soft, warm skin as I gently massaged her legs, moving further and further up until I reached the hem of her skirt.
"H-higher?" I asked.
"Mmm…much higher," she said, sighing as she lifted her hips off the mattress again. I pulled up her skirt and made an involuntary sound.
"God, you're so wet," I whispered.
"Because of you," she said.
"Me?"
She rolled over, sitting up on her elbows. "Yes! You're such a tease. You rub up against me and touch me all morning. You can't just get me all hot and bothered without following through on it. I was ready to burst after breakfast and you told me to go study!"
"I…" I was at a loss for words.
I'm a tease?
Slowly, she placed her hand on her stomach before moving it up to caress her naked chest.
"I mean, you put on your sexy glasses, and you look all stern and, I don’t know, intellectual,” she told me.
My eyes had settled on her hand, still touching her breasts in a sensual way. My mouth went dry at the sight.
“Then you sent me into your office, like I was getting punished for being bad or something. You have no idea how hot that was, do you?"
"No," I said in amazement. "It made you…" I reached between her parted thighs, touching her the way I knew she liked.
"It made me so fucking horny," she groaned candidly, lifting up to increase the pressure of my fingers. "I love it when you get all strict with me.”
“Do you now?” I murmured, wondering when my voice had become so low and rough.
"Please don't tease me anymore," she begged. "Make me come."
I loved that she was so confident and sure of herself that she was comfortable playing a game like this with me. I had no idea that she had been so affected by my touches this morning, and I certainly didn't know that I had inadvertently teased her by telling her to go study. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but if teasing her had made her this aroused, I figured that a little more would only add to her excitement.
"I really shouldn't," I murmured, spreading her wetness around. "You're not behaving like a good student, Ms. Wilde."
"Oh, fuck," she whispered under her breath. "Please, Professor."
"Well, since you're asking so nicely�
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I pushed two fingers inside her, marveling at her state. She was so aroused. By me!
"Yes!” Her hips bucked up and her legs fell out to the sides in invitation. “Fuck me, please.”
"I just wanted this to be for you," I said softly. I hadn't expected this little massage to turn into sex. All I had wanted was to make her feel good.
"Do it for me, then," she moaned. "I need you inside me. Please!"
I removed my T-shirt and pulled down my pants and boxers while Julia rolled over onto her stomach, spreading her legs and lifting up her hips. The sight of her spread out before me, so eager, made my erection even harder, and without a second thought I grabbed her hips and buried myself in her warm, wet heat.
Jesus fucking Christ!
"Fuck…Julia," I moaned. "Is it OK?"
I hadn't given her any sort of warning before entering her and I wanted to make sure that she was all right before doing anything else.
"It's so good! I love your big cock!"
Masculine pride surged through me at the sound of her words and I started thrusting eagerly in and out of her. She writhed and moaned beneath me, calling out a combination of various expletives and my name over and over. Grabbing her hips, I pounded into her. She cried out even louder and I stopped, worried that I had been too rough with her.
"You OK?" I asked, pulling away.
"Yes, please don't stop! Harder!"
Harder? I can do harder!
Pushing her down onto the bed, I spread her legs with unfamiliar roughness, and placed myself in between them.
"You want this?" I rasped. “You need this?”
She shivered and pushed her hips back against me. "Yes, please fuck me, Stephen!"
I took her like a complete savage while I held her down. It was incredible. I wanted her to be mine, and claiming her like this felt unbelievably good. She owned my heart completely and while I was still unsure of her feelings, there was no doubt that I owned her body in this moment and she was under my power. The pleasure she was experiencing was because of me and I wanted it to be like that always.
I noticed Julia moving her hand underneath her body. Normally, I loved when she touched herself in front of me, but today was different. Abruptly, I pulled out of her and flipped her over with ease.
"No!” I ordered, noticing the shock on her face as I hovered above her and batted her hand away. For a second, I wondered if I’d taken it too far. But then she smiled, opening her thighs.
“I’m so sorry, Professor,” she panted, out of breath. “I didn’t mean to.”
"You need my touch, right?"
"Yes, yes," she agreed, nodding vigorously. "Please, make me come."
"Anything for you," I breathed, meaning every word. Moments later, I’d pulled her legs around my head and could only half-listen to her moans and exclamations as I licked, nipped, and teased her on the outside while my fingers caressed her on the inside. She came quickly, bucking up and calling out before relaxing against the bed. But I was not done yet. Settling her legs up around my waist, I took her again, enjoying the sweet little moans she made whenever I pushed inside her.
“Does that feel good?” I asked. “You like it?”
She nodded eagerly, pushing against me to get more. I slowed down a little.
“Can you come again? I want you to.”
“If I…oh, maybe if I touch myself,” she half-laughed.
“Don’t you dare,” I panted, thrusting harder.
“What will you do if I don’t do as you say?” she challenged, lifting her head up toward me. I gave her a slow, wet kiss, wracking my brain for an answer to her question.
“What do you think?” I whispered against her lips, having no clue. I was making this up as I went. I could only hope Julia wouldn’t mind my inexperience.
"Will you spank me for being bad?"
My rhythm faltered.
Spank her? What on earth have I gotten myself into here?
I gazed at the beautiful young woman underneath me; so free and adventurous, not at all repressed about her sexuality. She’d mentioned having dabbled in bondage and even expressed a desire to do those things with me. She smiled at me and it made my chest ache in the very best of ways. I didn’t know if I’d ever actually be able to do what she asked of me, but I did know that Julia loved it when I was vocal during sex and when I took control.
“Anything for you,” I repeated, taking hold of her wrists to pin her arms to the bed. I started moving again, slowly at first.
“I’ll spank you,” I promised, swallowing her moans with a kiss. “I’ll tie you up.”
Julia closed her eyes, throwing her head back. Her mouth was open, gasping as I let go of one of her wrists to touch her clitoris.
“You like this, don’t you?” I panted.
She groaned in response, her hips moving with mine as I increased both the speed and the strength of my thrusts.
“Such a…a n-naughty student,” I babbled. “Seducing your professor.” I wasn’t a savant when it came to dirty talk, obviously, but Julia seemed to like it. Her moans grew louder and louder as I held her down, taking her with abandon.
“You’re so beautiful. I’ll do anything for you, anything for you,” I chanted.
“Stephen, Stephen, oh fuck!” Julia yelled, arching her back.
The moment I felt her come, I lost all control, grabbing hold of her to chase my own pleasure. It was wild—savage—and nothing had ever felt better. My orgasm completely took my breath away and the delicious contractions that her climax created prolonged mine for what seemed like an eternity. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I’d roared out her name, but all I could focus on were the mind-blowing sensations flowing through my body.
I collapsed on top of her, panting and shaking just like she was underneath me.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, rubbing my face against her neck.
"Holy shit," Julia gasped. "What the hell was that, Stephen?"
"I don't know. But I loved it."
"So did I. You were in control, so amazing—"
"Stephen?" I heard a voice calling from somewhere. My entire body froze. Someone was in the apartment!
"Who the fuck is that?" Julia whispered.
"Shhh," I whispered back, rolling off her.
"Are you OK?”
I recognized the voice and my blood turned cold.
Fuck!
"I'm all right!" I called out, completely panicked. "Don't come in here! I'll be right out!" Julia quickly covered herself with the duvet. "It's my mom," I whispered.
"What?!" she shrieked, sitting up.
"Don't worry, she won't come in here," I whispered, praying that I was right. I jumped out of bed, closed the door, and started dressing frantically while Julia watched me with an expression that was somewhere between amused and panicked.
"What are you doing here?" I shouted while I tried to remember how buttons worked.
"We're here for lunch," a second voice called out. "You invited us, remember?"
Oh God!
“Richard is here too,” I lamented.
I wanted to kill myself for being such a gargantuan idiot. I had completely forgotten that my parents were supposed to come over today. In all my excitement it had slipped my mind, and my idiocy was the reason why Julia now looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Stephen," she whispered. "My clothes are on the living room floor. They know you have a girl in here. Either that, or they think you're a cross-dresser," she added with wide eyes.
I honestly can't decide which option is worse right now.
I wasn't embarrassed about my relationship with Julia, but having my parents almost walk in on me during sex was just about the most mortifying experience of my life.
"Oh God," I groaned. Julia climbed out of bed and pulled various items of clothing out of her bag.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"I'm getting dressed," she said quickly. "I can't very well leave naked."
&n
bsp; "You're leaving?" The desperation in my voice was evident, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Julia looked like she was getting ready to run and I couldn't let her.
"Please don't go. I'm so sorry!"
"I have to," she half-whispered, yanking her clothes on. "I can't meet your parents like this." Her eyes were as big as saucers and filled with panic.
"Julia, please," I begged.
"Stephen, I can't. They're important to you."
"You're important too," I said immediately, taking her hands in mine. Her eyes softened. "I'll send them away," I offered.
"No! You should spend time with them. They're your family." She looked very sad all of a sudden and I was reminded of the terrible fact that Julia no longer had any family at all.
I don't even know what happened to them. I know so little about her past.
"Look, I'm going to leave," she said and let go of my hands. "I'm already messing up your life."
"No! Please don't go. You aren't messing up anything—I want you here."
"Stephen," she sighed. "Your parents just heard me come, for fuck's sake. I can't have lunch with them. There's no way."
"You don't have to. Come back later. Please?"
She looked at me for what seemed like a really long time and finally nodded. I breathed out in relief and pulled her against my chest.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I completely forgot that I was having lunch with them today. I never meant to put you in that position, I swear."
"Well, at least they didn't see the other positions you put me in," she said, motioning to the bed with a half-smile. I was extremely relieved that she was able to joke at a time like this and that she didn't seem angry about my monumental screwup.
"Are you ready?" I asked, wondering if I was.
"Believe me, if you had a fire escape I would so be climbing out of your window to get out of this," she groaned. "Yeah, let's go."
I looked at her and realized that this was a horrible idea. With her short skirt, band T-shirt, and loose hair, Julia looked like a teenager. And I felt like a dirty old man. With her dressed like this, my parents wouldn't see the strong, smart woman I loved. They would see a seemingly impressionable girl who was sleeping with her professor. This could only end badly. But before I could say anything, she opened the door and walked out of the bedroom with a determined look on her face. I had no choice but to follow her.