by Jaz Monday
"I couldn't impose, Coop. I'm sure you're too busy. And what about your other students?"
"It's not a problem," I offered. "I often take a personal interest in my students. This is what I do. This is me: my students and my research. And I'm here for you."
"That is amazingly sweet." She swept her hand through her hair, offering me an even better view of her gorgeous tits. "I think I'll take you up on that. But, I won't waste your time. I'll only come to you if I really need the help."
I smiled, and she smiled back. "So, what are your plans, Sonia? What are you thinking about for the future? Med school?"
"No, no Med school for me. I definitely don't have the money for that, or the discipline. I love the sciences, though. I'm thinking grad school, actually."
"Yeah?" My eyes widened. And my cock strained against the fabric of my pants.
"Yeah, right here, too. I have to take the GRE, though. I'm nervous about getting in. But that's what I'd like to do."
"So, what's your interest?" I asked.
She paused for a few heartbeats. I swore that I could see a faint smile curl on her mouth as she watched me. "For grad school? Biology, definitely. Microbiology of some sort."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, you came to the right place for that," I said. "I'm your man. Well, one of them anyway. My office is in the Division of Cell and Microbiology. That's right up my alley. My primary research interest right now is in evolutionary genetics. Insecticide resistance, specifically, in fruit files. Drosophila."
Her eyes became wide saucers. Were her nipples getting hard? Could they possibly be?
"Maybe," she said, and then stopped herself.
"Maybe, what?"
She shook her head and laughed sheepishly. "Well, I was going to say maybe we could work together. That's crazy, though."
"No, not at all," I insisted. What an idea! The head of my cock felt as though it would split straight down the glans. If I touched her now, I would surely come in my pants. "I think that's a great idea. I take on new students all the time. If you're interested in it, and you're in the department, I don't see any reason at all why you wouldn't be able to work in the lab."
"Oh my God, Dr. Corbis."
"It wouldn't necessarily be glamorous: raising fruit flies, grinding them up for DNA, raising more fruit flies. Running some sequencing machines, running data."
She was positively bubbling now. "That would be so awesome."
"Well, I like it. And it pays the bills, you know."
She smiled. After a few moments of us watching each other in silence, she asked, "You really think you'll have time to tutor me in biochem and on the GRE? What in the world will Mrs. Corbis say?"
I held up my hand, accentuating the missing wedding ring, and smiled. "No Mrs. Corbis, I'm afraid."
"Well," she smiled back. "Good."
She leaned in towards me a little, her eyes floating down ever so slightly. Is she looking at my cock? It was rock hard, straining at my pants. She couldn't avoid it. Her lips began to spread as if she were about to impart some secret truth.
And the door to the classroom creaked open.
A young Asian girl walked in. Absentmindedly, she set her books down at a chair about halfway down the second row of the classroom. She remained oblivious to us. Behind her, two other students lolled in. Sonia made an exaggerated pouting face, and shrugged.
"I guess we're getting kicked out," I said, my heart sinking.
"Damn."
An inner force compelled me to reach out to touch her. It was too soon to touch her where I wanted to, and I wasn't wholly aware of where my hand was going. It was as if it was making up its own mind to act. I felt somewhat relieved when I found myself touching only her shoulder--not a lover's touch, but somehow slightly more than a professor's. My heart raced. I squeezed her soft, delicate shoulder slightly, and said, "We'll have plenty of time to get you where you need to be. See you Wednesday?"
Smiling, she nodded, and didn't remove my hand. She held my touch for a long time and then, prompted finally by more students spilling through the door, said, "Thanks, Coop. I can't wait. See you next class, and see you for tutoring."
And so it was that our relationship started. We saw each other every Monday and Wednesday for the next month. She came to class early every session, and lingered in the front row, hanging on my every word and tracking my every motion, only to laze around after class for as long as she could before we eventually got displaced by the next class.
We talked about her schoolwork, her plans, my research, her parents, her sister--all the mundane things that people focus on to brain-dump their life's experiences into their prospective partner, lover, friend. Within those first short weeks, our histories branched out from the nexus of our first meeting in class, and our stories were revealed for each other. I grew--I think we both grew--to know each other well beyond our short time together. It was magnetic. Potent. We didn't see each other outside of class--no tutoring yet--but during that hour of Microbial Physiology, we hung on each other's every aching movement.
Of course, for me, it didn't end there. I could think of nothing and no one else but Sonia Simmons and her soft, mocha skin, her thin, sculptured waist, which swelled up into those two magnificent fleshy orbs of her breasts, and her soft, swollen ass. Every morning would find me waking from a torrid dream, my cock painfully flushed and straining with desire. I quickly stopped even going to the shower to masturbate. It didn't matter. Going to the shower robbed me of time I could be spending enraptured in Sonia's vision. I would wake, throw off the sheets, and beat myself into a frenzy until I came all over the bed, the floor, all over myself.
Sometimes I wouldn't even bother with the sheets. I'd beat and rub the head of my cock against the rough fabric of the sheets. I'd come with such intensity then that the tangent of jism would actually blow through the fabric, creating a wet dome of seminal fluid on the top of the covers. I'd brush my finger across this dome, pick the come up on my finger, and bring it to my tongue, tasting the salty and vaguely chlorine tinge of it, imagining that it was my come scooped out of Sonia's delicate cunt, imagining that I was tasting it from inside her, licking it out of her as I cleaned her freshly fucked sex. This image would be so vivid in my mind that I would suck the come from my finger and then throw the sheets back and suck and lick the rest of my come from anywhere it landed--suck and lick my come from Sonia's cunt as it lay glistening and open before me in my mind.
During the day, in my office, and during my other classes, I would catch myself subconsciously kneading the head of my cock at the thought of her.
At night, I would once again piston my cock endlessly until, in the small hours, two or three orgasms later I would fall asleep in a wide pool of my own spunk. My cock would burn with pain, and yet I wouldn't have sated my thirst. Sometimes, before I'd fall asleep, I would hungrily eat my come from her cunt again, or from her ass, or suck it from her mouth. It was as if this beautiful woman had stumbled upon a long hidden, endless reserve of semen and sperm and now, with her in my life, it just all needed to get out. It needed to get out in the worst way.
And so our dance continued.
On Monday, I finished up my discussion on the metabolism of non-glucose substrates. I looked up to catch a glimpse of a long stretch of bare thigh under the desk in front of my lectern. It was silken and a deep, velvety mocha. Sonia licked her tongue across her bottom lip as she watched me watch her. My eyes swirled around her thigh. The skin was shaven completely smooth, not a trace of stubble, not a single hair to mar the perfect sheen of the skin.
When I then followed the thigh upward, I gazed upon a delicious, shaven young cunt. The tender, sensitive skin around her labia was slightly darker than the mocha of the rest of her, and contrasted starkly against the bright pink of her sex. I forced myself not to lick my lips as I mentally mapped every nuance of her beautiful vagina.
And then my view was obscured by a hand slowly brushing over t
he mound, blocking it from my view. The hand moved up, fingers parting, and pulled her beautiful lips apart to show the delicate, pink canal. Her index finger alternately rubbed her swollen clit and thrust to the second knuckle into her glistening slit. I stood dumbfounded for a painfully long time, mesmerized, my cock driven to a turgid frenzy. The whole time, Sonia's eyes remained locked on mine.
This is real. It's happening.
Suddenly everything was crystal clear. It was just down to logistics.
I forced myself to turn away and return to my lecture as I saw her drop an enormous yellow highlighter into her lap and then slowly begin plunging it into her cunt. As I stepped around the lectern and nonchalantly made my way over to my desk, I could actually hear the squish of the thick plastic pen as it stabbed in and out of her dripping cunt. I sat down behind my desk and looked over, so as to see the highlighter disappearing into her slit. I rubbed between my eyes, willing the fatigue out. How no one else in the class could see or hear the show happening directly in front of them, I could not understand.
Eventually, the class ended. As the students filed out into the breezeway and on to the University Center, the library, their other classes, their way home, Sonia and I were left staring at each other. Alone. The highlighter was still pushed three-quarters of its length up her luscious pink hole. Her eyes were completely fixed on mine.
"What are you doing, Sonia?" I asked.
She gave me a curious look, then withdrew the highlighter and placed it on her tongue. She twirled it with her fingers, rolling the slicked plastic surface around on her tongue. I could tell that she liked the taste. She savored it as if it were a fine wine. Then she spat a large drop of saliva on the end and dropped the pen again.
"I mean," I laughed. "I know what you're doing. But why are you doing it?"
"I like you, Dr. Corbis," she purred. "I really like you, Coop."
We'd been flirting, heavily, for weeks now. But never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this would actually happen. I'd hoped, of course. I'd fantasized about it, masturbating until my palms felt pruned and my balls and cock ached. I wanted this more than anything, but I really couldn't believe we were here, now, getting here.
She shifted her weight forward on her chair. The short skirt she wore bunched up around her hips. She leaned back now, with her feet on the tabletop in front of her. In this position, her glistening pink gash was elevated slightly and her ass-cheeks were now superbly visible to me.
"I like you, too, Sonia. You're one of the best students I've ever taught."
She smiled. "That's nice, Coop. But that's not quite how I like you. Watch this, okay?"
Yes.
I couldn't speak. My cock strained painfully against my pants. Were we not in class, I would have had my cock in my hand and I would've been madly pumping it up and down. Shit, were we not in class, I would have been under the table, my nose nuzzling her beautiful swollen clit as my tongue darted into and around her canal. But we were in class, and despite everything she was doing, I could not force myself to participate. I wanted to, desperately, but the risk of being caught, the risk of losing my entire career, even for such a desperately beautiful prize, paralyzed me. All I could do was watch.
"Watching?" she breathed.
"Yes," I said aloud, without thinking. I looked quickly at the door, just for a second, so as to be sure no one was coming. Then I turned back.
Having shifted her ass-cheeks slightly, she spread them by moving her legs further apart on the desk. And then she did it. She pushed the fat, plastic highlighter past her dripping cunt and placed it at a low angle against her anus. She pushed it against herself, the blunt end stubbornly fighting the entrance to her dark, delicious passage. She twirled the pen slightly and eased it down and then up and, finally, after much pushing and straining, finally got the thing to sink into her depths. She moaned and squirmed slightly, but quickly began a deep, piston action.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
She cast an eye toward me and smiled, "No, baby. It feels so so good. Your fat cock, that might hurt, just a bit. Not for long, though. I feel so full right now."
"I wish...
"I know, Coop."
"I mean, I... ."
She hiccupped slightly, her voice breaking into a delicate staccato, as her orgasm caught her faster than she expected. She jammed the highlighter its entire length up her ass and, holding it there with one hand, twisted it slowly. She frigged her pussy violently with her free hand. "You will," she cried. "Oh, you will, baby."
But, I didn't. And we didn't.
At least not then, and not for the next few days. That episode during and after class formed such an intense experience for me that I couldn't deny myself the compulsion to come. Sonia was becoming like a drug to me. I craved her. I obsessed about her. My only pleasure came at the thought of her. I masturbated four or five times per day, replaying that scene in the classroom in my mind. The bright, fat, yellow highlighter jutting from her soft brown asshole was a vision I couldn't, and didn't want to, get out of my mind.
I alternated the events as I remembered and fantasized about her. I changed the timeline. I added myself--willing myself the courage that I didn't have then, the courage to include myself in the game. First it was my hand thrusting the highlighter in and out of her bowels. Then it was my finger instead of the highlighter; two fingers, then three, squeezed together tightly in a semi-cock shape. Then it was my cock, and my cock along with the highlighter--dripping pain/pleasure double anal for my new friend. She would gasp and cry for more. Always more, harder, more intense. She needed to be used as much as I needed to use her. Her ass, maybe more than anything else, captivated me and inspired me.
Toward the end of my fantasies, it was my entire hand, fisting her, her asshole lubricated by my own saliva and jism. And the more that I jacked off to my memories of Sonia and her ass-fucking highlighter, the more I decided, the more I had to admit, that my entire world simply was this woman, this girl. I needed her. Not just physically, I needed all of her. Intellectually, spiritually. I began to convince myself that somehow we were fated to be together, that she was my soul mate, that we were destined to be in each other's lives.
I knew intellectually how desperate and unbalanced this line of thinking was. I knew by sheer horniness and desperation that I created what had to have been an alternate picture of reality for myself. But I didn't care. I needed her too much.
I needed to feel her too much.
Chapter Three
Shortly after 8 PM, I decided I'd had enough. Two hours of grading lab reports and filing all manner of uninteresting forms followed ten hours split between the lab and various classrooms. I was spent. I looked at my watch to confirm the time, rubbed the hours from my tired eyes, and eased my laptop away from me on the desk.
Office hours over. Shit.
No students this time, thank God. I reached for a bottle of green tea at my side, but found it empty. Perfect. I laid my head down on my desk and thought of Sonia's delicate skin. I longed to smell her and to touch her. To hold her tight against me and to feel her fingers constricting around my cock, taking me and guiding me into her young vagina.
Sonia was all I could think of. Ever, anymore.
Leaning back in my chair, I squeezed my penis through my pants. For an instant I considered simply removing it from my pants and jacking myself to an orgasm right here. But it was only 8 PM: not that late. I knew there were still people in the building. Other staff, students. Soon the janitors. So I half-heartedly rubbed myself, not intending to bring myself anywhere, but still driven by the compulsion to feel some kind of physical pleasure whenever I thought of my new young siren.
I looked at my laptop one last time, from force of habit, and then reached out a hand to shut down the monitor. A small envelope popped up on the screen and a chime rang out. I had an e-mail. For a moment, my mind allowed me the fantasy that this was an e-mail from Sonia: something short, flirty, intense, maybe something invi
ting me to her dorm room for the fucking of my life. But it wasn't to be. My e-mail client came up and displayed a message from my graduate assistant, Julie Merryweather.
What a sweet girl, Julie, I thought. Then I wondered why I'd even thought that. I must have been intensely horny. Images of Sonia again swamped my brain.
I considered opening the e-mail but quickly decided enough was enough. I needed to get home. I had a virtual Sonia to seduce. Perhaps I'd even get up the courage to call her. There was no reason why I shouldn't. She was obviously on the same page as I. She'd fucked her pussy and ass with a big yellow pen in front of me, in class no less, all the while talking to me about my cock. Why was I so hesitant to just make it happen? We both wanted the same thing. Fuck it. I had to do something. I closed the laptop and eased my chair back.
Suddenly, there came a soft knock on my office door. I didn't hear it at first. As I eased myself out of my chair, the rapping came again, more insistently.
And then I heard that familiar, beautiful voice. "Coop?"
"Sonia?" I replied. Sitting back down, I stared at the door.
"Yeah, it's me. Is this a bad time?"
I pressed my cock down through my pants, although doing so didn't hide anything, or really make any difference at all. "No, no. Not at all. Come in."
"You don't have another student in here, do you?"
I could hear the giggle in her voice. "No," I said. "I've barely got myself. It's been a long day. But come in. Why are you standing out there?"
I heard her giggle again.
The door swung open slowly. Painfully slowly. First I saw her foot, in a pink Reef thong sandal, and then her bronzed, glowing leg. My heart-rate quickened.
"What are you doing, Sonia?" I laughed. Fuck, I was feeling like a kid. I was actually nervous and giddy with anticipation. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I became aware that something was going to happen.
She didn't say anything, but kept slinking her way in through the door. Her leg tapered up into a knee, then a thigh, still only a long stretch of bare skin. Then a swatch of red plaid material, thigh-high, broke the advancing skin. I was mildly disappointed, but amused. My cock, still hard, twitched against my pants. And then her face came into view: her pert nose, an eye, her hair. Then she stepped through the door and stood there, smiling, her arms outstretched in a geeky sort of Ta-Daaa! I laughed. And she laughed.