“That’s good news honey. I’ve always wanted to have a kid but Esther was against it. I know what we can do. Don’t say anything. Start seeing a boy and tell your mom that you slept with him and that you got pregnant. We can help you raise it. It can be our secret together. If you don’t want to lie we can work out the details later, but you don’t have to worry. I will help you through this. I promise.”
Chris pulled her into a hug and she felt his lips pressing against the top of her head. It felt warm and safe and wonderful all at the same time.
The End
Innocent College Student & Rough Professor Hard
Older Man Younger Woman Romance Short Sex Story
New Adult Young Love Book 1
ABBEY PERRY
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
INNOCENT COLLEGE STUDENT & ROUGH PROFESSOR HARD
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 1
He was always watching her. Staring with those piercing eyes, as if to suggest he wanted something from her. And honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth, was it? From the very first day, Bella’s petite, fit figure and innocent, yet effervescent demeanor latched onto Professor Miller’s mind, and refused to let go. Class had started only three weeks ago, but he already decided that he was going to entice little Bella until she broke.
“Welcome back to Anatomy 806. For those of you who decided to stay with me for the rest of the semester—good luck. I assure you that the work load will not get any easier from this day forward…” His strong voice rang out through the small lecture hall. A few of the students fidgeted in their seats, but Bella remained steadfast. Determined. Front row; eager to learn.
Mr. Miller shot her a semi-sensual smile, which she was hesitant to reciprocate. “Miss Owen, congratulations on earning your spot as OSU’s co-cheer captain. Very impressive.”
“Thank you, professor.” Her endearing voice was sweet upon his ears.
Bella recognized his unique behavior toward her from the very beginning, but she felt that it was simply derived from her work ethic. Essays—always top-notch. Test scores never fell below a “B.” Those eyes he made at her—yes, they were seemingly seductive in nature, but she figured she was just misreading him. He’s probably just appreciative that I actually take his class seriously, was her ultimate thought, but deep down, Bella had a feeling it was much more than that.
The hour flew by as Bella became lost in his lecture. It was odd—knowledgeable men had always seems to inexplicably arouse her, especially when she started college, but that characteristic of hers never seemed to carry over to her teachers. That is, until she met Mr. Miller. Something about the way he effortlessly conveyed his thoughts was nothing short of hypnotizing, and when he was able to teach her something she was struggling with…it turned her on. Those days when he would press his powerful hands onto her desk when speaking. When he would confidently swipe the pencil from her hand, fix a mistake, and whisper explanations softly into her ear (As not to interrupt the other students, of course)…it was distracting, to say the least.
Bella was quick to write off her instincts, and deem them as ridiculous. Although Mr. Miller was most likely tenured, having any kind of a relationship with a student outside of class would be career suicide. He’s too successful—he has no reason to actually take a chance like that. And besides, he’s my fucking professor. Is that something I really want? Is it…?
She gathered up her things, and made way for the door until a delicate, yet self-assured voice called from behind her. “Miss Owen?”
The rest of the students moved past her as she stopped dead in her tracks, and pivoted around. “Yes, Professor Miller?”
His left hand nonchalantly waved her over. “Can I see you for a minute?”
Bella’s heart beat fast in her chest, as a wave of uncertainty washed over her. Did I do something wrong? Did I miss an assignment? Am I…?
“I just wanted to congratulate you again for landing that cheer positon.” He walked over to his desk, and took a seat. “I used to do a lot of judging in the athletics department a few years back, and I know how physically demanding that can be.” He winked. Bella didn’t catch it—or, at least, she thought she was just seeing things.
“Thank you. A lot of my friends don’t recognize how much work I put into this, so I really appreciate that comment.”
A soft smile formed on his face, exposing his perfect, pearlescent teeth. “You’re welcome.” He began to loosen his tie. The top three buttons of his dress shirt followed. Bella couldn’t help but watch as he exposed a bit more skin than she was used to seeing on her professors. “So…” Her eyes quickly wandered around his body before returning back to his. “I guess I’ll see you next Wednesday.”
Her face turned a slight shade of red, hoping he didn’t notice her blatant, diverging stare. “Ok, yeah. See you then.”
She paused for a minute, before nervously turning around, and making her way back to the door. The entire time she walked up the stairs, Mr. Miller’s gaze never broke from her. Oh yes—he did catch her staring, and it was only a matter of time until he…
“HEY!” Bella’s friend Alicia jumped from behind the door as soon as she left the room.
Bella grabbed her chest, and then slapped Alicia’s arm with the other hand. “Seriously? Holy shit, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
Alicia doubled over with laughter. “Hah, geez. I didn’t realize you were so jumpy.” She let Bella catch her breath before prodding. “So?”
“Um…what?”
“What was that all about?” She stared at her with a devious smile, while gesturing to the lecture hall. Alicia waited patiently for an answer, but Bella’s face went blank. “Oh, come on! I was up here watching you two the whole time. You and Professor Miller, hmm?”
Her non-expressive face turned to a look of disgust. “Ew, are you seriously suggesting that we…?”
“I saw the way he was watching you. Sort of looked like you were returning the favor.”
Bella’s pointer finger came up to Alicia’s lips. “Shhh, stop. Seriously. All he did was congratulate me on making the cheer squad this year. Literally, that’s it.”
“Hm, alright. Whatever you say.”
Bella’s thoughts raced on the way back to her dorm room. She was starting to recognize the pattern that was so easy to ignore before. Alicia was the third acquaintance to say something about her and Mr. Miller—the first two being people who were actually in her class. On her own, she couldn’t necessarily discern his behavior, but the comments from others were starting to make things clearer…
Wow, Mr. Miller sure is nice to you.
Did you see the way he was watching you last class period?
Why are you always so smiley when he calls on you?
But even with her newfound clarity, she still tried to dismiss it. Professor Miller wasn’t actually into her. And deep down, she didn’t think he was that attractive, right? Sure, maybe he was young, fit, a bit handsome…
Fuck. She couldn’t get him out of her mind as she laid down for the night. Every single interaction that he had with her played repetitiously through her head until she was exhausted. Every words he had said to her—every smile, every gesture—she analyzed and picked apart in an attempt to prove herself wrong. But there was one thing Bella simply could overcome—the mind-numbing mental gymnastics. There was no more need to arrive at a conclusion. She knew what the real answer was. Now, the only thing left to do was play into Mr. Miller’s little game to see how far it would go.
CHAPTE
R 2
A spike of adrenaline shot through her when her alarm clock woke her up early Wednesday morning. Immediately, she got herself ready, specifically for Mr. Miller’s class—made sure everything about her was perfect; even more so than usual. Low-cut shirt, tightest pants she could find…if her professor was going to check her out, she wanted to make sure that she was the sweetest of all eye-candy. Tempting him? That wasn’t necessarily her intention, however…
“Hey Bella!” Her roommate Karen knocked loudly at her door. “What are you up to tonight? I was wondering if you wanted to go out with us later.”
“I’m not really sure yet. I’ll have to keep you posted.”
“Jason is coming, if that influences your decision at all.”
Jason…she’d forgotten all about him since her mind had been so preoccupied with…other things. Let’s see—he was one of the most well-known football stars at the university. Unofficially declared “sexiest senior” by majority vote of the junior class. Everyone insisted that the two of them would be perfect together, but there was one thing that he seemed to be missing—maturity. Experience. Something she never even thought about before dealing with…
“So, Mr. Miller…”
“What? What about him?” Bella responded defensively.
“Woah, calm down. I just wanted to know what his policy was for late work. I know we’re in different classes, but…”
“I’m really not sure. Just look through the syllabus.” Bella grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door, leaving Karen bewildered.
“Good lord, what’s her deal today?”
Her heart was thudding hard in her chest when she got to class. She sat herself at the very front row, as she always did, but the atmosphere seemed so different. Luckily, Professor Miller was nowhere to be seen, which gave her some time to compose herself.
“Morning class.” A hot wave rushed down her back when she heard his firm, unyielding voice. “Bella.” He said under his breath, as he walked past her to his desk. The wafting air breezed by her, filling her nose with his scent. Masculine—hints of vanilla and cedar wood. Intoxicating—so much different from those cheap, subpar smells that most guys she knew seemed to douse themselves with.
When he took his seat at his desk, his eyes immediately diverted to Bella, and latched on, like a leopard targeting his prey. She could feel his gaze, but she ignored it. Shuffled a few papers around to feign distraction.
Mr. Miller pressed his finger to his desk. “Alright, worksheets up here if you have them with you.”
Everyone brought up their papers to the front of the room, except Bella, who was incessantly rummaging through her bag. Shit, are you serious? I swear I brought it with me. Her face went flush as she began to panic.
Her professor immediately took notice. “Bella?”
Her head shot forward. Eyes met. “Yes sir?”
“Everything ok?”
She swallowed nervously. “I—I think I might have left my worksheet at home. I think, I’m really not sure where it is.”
“No problem. Just talk to me after class.”
A strangely unexpected wave of arousal rippled through her when he said those words. “O—ok.”
He paired his inspired smile with that familiar grin of his, while stacking the papers he’d received into a neat pile. Then, he jumped into his lecture. “Let’s start on page 355 today. We have a lot to cover before your test next week.”
When he stood up, Bella noticed that he was wearing a new suit. Much more fitted than the others, and it noticeably accentuated the muscular silhouette of his body. As his lecture pressed on, his jacket came off, and through his thin, white dress shirt, she could see the outline of his tight, defined core. In that moment, Bella genuinely wondered why he’d allowed teaching to become his defining career. Modeling seemed like it would be a better fit for him.
The hour flew by. The entire time, Professor Miller was exchanging smiles, and making eyes at her.
“Homework tonight…” He said, “Just study. Your midterms will be difficult, so I suggest you spent time going through your worksheets.”
Everyone got up out of their chairs, except Bella, who waited patiently for Mr. Miller to talk to her. Once the room was empty, he walked up to her desk slowly—confidently. “I’ll give you a free pass this time. I know you aren’t the kind of student to intentionally miss assignments.”
“Thank you so much, I…”
“But you have to get it to me sometime tonight.” He said, imperatively.
“Oh. Ok, where can I find you?”
“I usually work out in the student gym around nine. Can you meet me there?” His voice became slightly breathy.
“But it’s Wednesday. I thought the gym closed at eight.”
“Yep. Nine is the best time to go. There’s absolutely no one around.” She looked at him slightly confused. “I have a master-key. I’ll leave the back door open for you.” Bella couldn’t find the words to respond as he rested his forearms on her desk. “Does that work for you?” He said, with a subtle lick of his lips.
“Y—yes. It does. I’ll see you at nine.”
“Perfect.” He sat up straight, stretched his back, and gathered this things. “I can’t wait.” He whispered under his breath sensually as he walked past her. It took everything in Bella’s power to ignore how fucking wet she’d become, just from that simple exchange alone.
He just wants my assignment, right? Nothing else, she thought. But she knew better. She knew he wanted more of her.
CHAPTER 3
Bella rushed home to find that her assignment was left right on her desk. She stuffed it into her bag, sat down in the living room, and waited anxiously. Cheer practice at seven thirty. Professor Miller at nine. She could barely keep her composure as she thought about all of the “what if’s.”
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“Bella, you seem a little off today.”
“Sorry Coach. I just…I have a lot on my mind right now.” Her nerves were getting the best of her as she fumbled through her regular routine.
“Keep your head up. Focus.” Bella nodded. She tried to flush the thoughts of her “meeting” with her professor out of her mind, but it was a futile effort. She stumbled a few more times before Mrs. Stevens blew the whistle on her. “Alright. Practice is over. You’re co-captain, Bella. You’re going to have to put in more effort than this. Next time I see you, I expect you to be at the top of your game.”
“Yes coach.” She looked at the clock, which read 8:45. A nervous shiver tickled the back of her neck. Fifteen minutes. She immediately grabbed her things, and fast-walked to her next destination. “I’ll see you Friday.” She said, voice trailing off, as she bolted out of the multi-purpose room. She checked her bag once more to make sure she still had her assignment, but in the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn’t Mr. Miller’s only priority that evening.
She stopped at the restroom in the athletics building before going straight to the gym. She looked in the mirror, fixed her hair, and applied a thin veneer of gloss to her lips. “What are you going to do if he makes a move, Bella?” She whispered to herself. “Are you giving in, tonight? You know he wants you.”
She looked both ways before slipping through the back door. The gym was dimly lit, and completely empty as she wandered inside. For a moment, she thought Professor Miller hadn’t shown up yet, until she saw his gym bag sitting outside the door of the locker-room. Bella tried to convince herself that she should just wait until he came out, like any normal person would do, but for some unknown reason beyond her control, she continued moving closer to the door. Her ears made note of the sound of a running shower. He’s in there. He’s…
A timid knock rattled the locker-room door. “H—hey Professor.” She knocked once more, a bit harder this time.
“Yeah? Hey, just a second, I’ll be right out.”
I’m not waiting. “I’m kind of in a rush, can I hand you my assignment.”
“Like, right now? Is it rea
lly that urgent?”
“I mean…”
He opened the door a crack, and peaked his head out. Steam billowed from the shower, as it continued to run steady in the background. “Alright, I’m here.” He said, as he stared her in the eyes with a piercing gaze.
She fell short of words as she nervously reached inside of her bag.
“C’mon, I’m getting cold!” He opened the door a touch more, revealing his clean, naked chest.
Bella tried to divert her eyes, but they uncontrollably locked onto his toned, wet upper body. No one else here. Just him and I. She needed to see more. “I…I can’t seem to find it.” Her right hand latched onto the door handle, as her eyes returned to his. Don’t you dare open that door you perv, she thought to herself.
“Hm, that’s unfortunate. Is everything ok? You look like you have something else to tell me.”
“Maybe…” Bella said, imperatively. What are you doing!?
“What is it, Bella?” When he looked into her lustful eyes, he knew exactly what else she wanted, and he certainly wasn’t about to change her mind. But he was going to savor the moment. He opened the door teasingly, just enough for her to get a taste of his thick, powerful thigh. “What else do you want?”
The chains holding back Bella’s sexual desire shattered as she flung open the door, and pushed her way into the dark, steam filled room. The gentle, overhead light illuminated her professor’s dashingly fit body—the body she secretly craved. She needed a taste.
“Bella.” He said with sensual sarcasm, as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Does privacy mean nothing to you?” Before she could respond, her lips became occupied with his. Their supple tongues danced with each other; the taste of sweet mint lingered after he unlatched, and began to work his way down her neck, to her chest.
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