by Jamie Knight
Izzy stood waiting, like she wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“You can go ahead and take off, too,” I said, pretending to be preoccupied with the experiment.
“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay and help you,” she said, her sweet voice sounding like music to my ears.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, stunned by her suggestion. The thought of being near her again made me happy that I had thought to offer her an application for the internship. I didn’t want to be a hypocrite, after having just chastised Trent for being too friendly with a student.
But this is different, I couldn’t help but think. She and I were just going to be working on an experiment together.
“Okay,” I said, stepping to the side so that she could stand next to me in front of the long black lab table.
I could smell her shampoo. It was fruity and wonderful.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, turning her round, eager face toward me, her pearly white smile beaming at me.
I had to keep telling myself not to stare, but she was really beautiful. Now that we weren’t standing in a dark club and I could actually see her face, I could see how much more beautiful she was in the broad daylight – or at least lab lights of the classroom. It made me wonder how the rest of her looked…
She stood there, waiting for me to say something. Honestly, there wasn’t much left to do other than to clean up, but I wanted to make this moment last forever. Plus, I wanted to show her how great of a professor that I was, so that she could see that we both shared academic excellence.
“Well, the first thing we need to do is to mix this solution with the bacteria itself at regular intervals. Why don’t you try doing that?” I asked her, deciding to start over what I had already been doing.
I handed her a vial with a light blue solution that would help to create more bacteria. She took the vial and began slowly pouring it into the Petri dish.
“Like that?” she asked, her voice taking on a deep, throaty texture.
I had to swallow a lump that was climbing up in my throat. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to be suggestive or if this was just how she was naturally.
Whatever the case, right now, she was fucking turning me on.
I almost felt guilty, considering I had just chewed out Trent for this very same thing not moments ago. But I couldn’t help myself. She was just so damn seductive that I was drawn to her.
I was deep in thought as I turned to grab another vial of solution and spilled it on myself.
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Here, let me help you,” she exclaimed.
Before I knew what was happening, she had grabbed a cloth that had been sitting on the table and started dabbing at my crotch, where most of the solution had pooled. She put the cloth on me over and over again, making contact with my cock. I could feel myself starting to grow hard and I knew that I would be in trouble if she kept on doing it.
So, I reacted without thinking. I pushed her hand away from me quickly. She looked at me as if she were stunned, almost like I had hit her. Then, she had the saddest look on her face, as if her feelings had been hurt. I thought she was going to cry for a minute, until she looked down at my crotch, then looked up at me, smiling.
I looked down to see why she was smiling, and I spotted it.
My penis was standing at full attention, pointing straight at her.
I angled my body away from her, embarrassed, but knowing that it was too late. She had already seen me. She covered her mouth like she was trying to stifle laughter.
“Uh… you know… we really don’t have to keep doing this,” I told her. “The experiment is pretty much done at this point. I’ve recorded all the data that we need. Feel free to go ahead and call it a night.”
I hoped that jumping back into professor mode would distract her from the raging boner that I was trying to hide from her. She didn’t move. She tilted her head and stared at me like she was amused.
“Well, I can’t leave now,” she said. “I’m really curious about a few things.”
“Like?” I asked.
“For starters, what made you pick me for this internship?” she asked, leaning in closer to me as she waited for my answer.
“Well, I thought that that would be pretty self explanatory. You are a very bright girl. Your transcripts speak loudly of that. You should really be proud of yourself.”
She smiled sweetly, staring down at the table.
“Thank you,” she said. “I have always loved learning and try to apply myself as best I can.”
I nodded.
“I know. More than you know. Actually, I have seen only one other student who has had the same amount of promise, focus, and dedication that you have.”
“Oh, yeah? Who’s that?”
“Me.”
She blinked a few times, like she was surprised at my answer. I chuckled.
“Don’t let my old boring professor persona fool you,” I told her. “I was just like you at one point: overachieving in every academic area. That’s how I even got offered a job here, being a professor. And it wasn’t easy. I remember feeling so much different from my older peers. But, most of them weren’t as focused or dedicated as I was, coupled with the fact that most of them were into the party scene or dating all the time. Can you relate to that?”
She nodded slowly, a faraway look in her eyes. I knew that she was probably thinking about some of the few experiences that she had had already.
“I can certainly relate to everyone going out and partying while I’m inside studying. But I guess I just figured that this was what college was like,” she said, shrugging. “I really didn’t even think that I was going to be able to go to college, so I am just grateful to be here, and trying to deal with all of it.”
“And I know that you are doing well and will continue to do well. But I remember that one of the best things that happened to me that helped me to adjust was having someone reach out to me and take me under their wing. It was a professor here. I cannot tell you how valuable it was having him. I truly believe that I would not be standing here today if it weren’t for him.”
“Wow,” she said, nodding slowly as if she was trying to process what I was saying.
“The thing is… you will get it, with or without my help. The fact that you have made it this far proves that. But I want to help you to compress time frames, so to speak. I want to help you to adjust sooner rather than later. That way, as you go through school, you can find more balance sooner. And that will help you to do more even quicker, if that makes any sense.”
“It does,” she said unsteadily, glancing off in the distance.
I had hoped that I had answered her question, but she looked like she was disappointed for some reason. I started to wonder if I hadn’t messed things up already. I would have hated for her to quit on this internship before we had a chance to even really get started.
“Well, it’s getting kind of late and I really should get back to my dorm before it gets completely dark outside,” she said, gathering up her belongings and heading toward the door. “Thank you for your help and for this opportunity. I really appreciate it.”
I wished that we could talk some more, maybe find out what it was that she was looking for or hoping to get out of the internship, but considering the way that the night had gone, I was just glad that she wasn’t running out of the room like the building was on fire or something. I decided not to push the issue.
“Well, I’m glad that you decided to take the internship,” I said, walking with her to the door.
I pulled out one of my business cards and pressed it into her hand, telling her to text me when she made it back to the dorm. I wanted to make sure she got back safely.
“Okay, thanks,” she said dismissively, not looking at me.
“I would walk you back, but I can’t leave this stuff here like this,” I said, motioning to the huge mess behind me.
“I can stay and help if you want…” she be
gan.
“No need,” I said, putting my hand up.
I didn’t want to risk another disaster happening. I already didn’t know what was going to happen moving forward. For all I knew, I would look up to find that she had dropped my class completely. I thanked her again and went back to the table.
Once she was gone, I tried finishing up the experiment, but I couldn’t get my mind to focus on anything other than her sexy smile and intoxicating smell. My dick began to harden again as I thought about kissing her sweet, plump lips.
Fucking snap out of it, Jace, I told myself, shaking my head as if I was trying to shake out the thoughts of Izzy that I had been having.
I knew that I was treading on dangerous ground and I was struggling to want to fight it.
I sighed dejectedly as I tossed aside the remnants of the experiment. I had lied about not being able to leave the experiment. I could always come back and clean it up in the morning before class started.
I just didn’t want to tell Izzy that. I knew that it would be weird to have a professor walking a student back to the dorms. I didn’t want people talking about us.
But that didn’t stop me from being worried about her getting back to her dorm.
I decided to leave the classroom and head home. I held my breath, waiting for her text to come through, telling me that she had made it home safely.
Or maybe I was just breathless waiting to hear from her again at all. She seemed to have that affect on me, no matter how much I tried to deny it to myself.
Chapter 6
Izzy
“Hello?” yelled Layla, snapping her fingers in my face. “Where are you today? I tell ya, take a girl out for one night of partying and she loses half her brain!”
Layla cackled loudly, making everyone in the store at the mall turn toward us. Earlier, Layla had asked me to come shopping with her and I figured that it might be good to get out of the dorm and out of my head.
So many questions were rolling around in my mind and I was conflicted in so many ways about Dr. Rivers. But even with my best efforts to distract myself by going out with a friend, I still struggled to keep my mind from wandering and thinking about him.
“I’m sorry,” I said, reaching out and putting my hands on Layla’s shoulders. “I just have had a strange couple of days and I’m trying to make sense of it in my head.”
“Why? What happened?” asked Layla, holding a pink and white striped crop top up to her chest and admiring herself in the mirror.
I debated telling her but decided I would just die if I couldn’t share the news with someone. And it wasn’t as if I could bring it up during one of my daily chats with my parents. They were the only people I talked to regularly, other than Layla.
“You are never going to believe who my Organic Chemistry professor is,” I told her, still hardly able to believe it myself.
“Who?” screeched Layla, gripping my arms so hard I thought that she was going to leave a red mark. She could tell this was going to be juicy information.
“Remember that bimbo from the club, who I spilled my drink on?”
“Yeah? Don’t tell me it’s her? She didn’t look like she even knows what organic chemistry is, let alone being able to teach it.”
“Not quite,” I said. “It’s the guy who she was with.”
“You mean the dreamsicle with all the muscles,” she asked.
I laughed.
“Yep. That’s him.”
I lowered my head and smiled.
“Uh oh,” said Layla, taking a step away from me.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Don’t tell me that… awwwwww! You have a crush.”
Her comment threw me off guard a little bit and I got flustered.
“Wait. What do you mean? How did you get any of that from the little bit of information that I just shared?”
Layla reached up and cupped my face in her hands and smiled. She pulled me close to her and gave me the most sisterly hug that I had ever had.
“I know that look, the one that you have now,” she said.
She got a distant look in her eyes and shivered, like a cold breeze had passed through the room.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, pulling away from her and crossing my arms.
I was still trying to make sense of my feelings about Mr. Rivers, so I definitely wasn’t ready to open up to Layla about them yet.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to know. I know. I had a situation happen with me during my sophomore year. His name was Professor Charles. He was a mature, seasoned gentleman. That’s what drew me to him,” Layla said.
I was surprised she had experience in this arena – or, I supposed, surprised that she had never told me about it. Usually she was an open book and a very chatty Kathy. But I guessed this subject of conversation had never come up between us before.
“And when he reached out and offered private tutoring for math, considering the fact that I was about to flunk out his class, I took him up on the offer,” she continued. “And when, during one of those sessions, his hand found its way under my shirt, I figured that it was the perfect solution to my poor grade problem. What I didn’t expect, though, was to fall completely head-over-heels in love with him.”
Layla sounded sad all of a sudden and looked like she was fighting back tears. She blinked a few times and cleared her throat.
“Well, it sounds like a dream come true. What happened?”
She sighed as if she was in pain.
“Yeah, it was a dream, but one that turned into a nightmare as soon as his wife came back from sabbatical.”
“What?” I exclaimed loudly, triggering disapproving looks from shoppers standing nearby.
I clapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment.
“Yep,” said Layla, nodding slowly. “Turns out that whenever she left, he acted like he was single. I mean, he didn’t even have a dark mark from where he should have been wearing a wedding band. I knew to look for that. There were no signs that would have warned me.”
Layla clearly decided that she was done shopping in that store and we left. In fact, we left the whole mall. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make her feel worse; Layla was never the emotional, touchy feely type. She always liked to portray an image of strength and confidence, so I didn’t want to express pity, which I knew would make her even more upset.
We walked to the car in silence for a while, but I still had questions for her. I couldn’t believe that she, someone with so much confidence and personality, had been on the receiving end of being lied to by a guy. And a professor at that! It made me wonder if she was thinking that the same thing was going to happen between Dr. Rivers and me.
“I get it. You told me that so that I know not to get romantically involved with a professor. Noted,” I told her.
“Not necessarily,” said Layla.
“Oh?” I asked, surprised.
I assumed that that had been the moral of the story. Now I felt bad for making this all about me.
“It’s not even the fact that he was a professor that made it bad. It wasn’t even the fact that he was married, to be honest. It was more of the fact that he lied. So, whatever you do, if you decide to get into a thing with this professor or any guy, really, just make sure that he’s not a lying scumbag and you should be fine.”
As soon as she said that, I remembered the girl I had accidentally spilled my drink on. I knew that even the professor wasn’t married, there was some girl out there who felt some kind of attachment to him.
The way that that girl had been hanging onto him that night told me that she definitely wasn’t his sister. I decided that it might be a good idea to cool it with the professor or else I could run the risk of doing the same thing that Layla did. And getting hurt in the same way, too.
I tried to tell myself to like someone else instead of the professor. Maybe Trent? The way that he had been flirting when we were working during the experiment l
et me know that he was very interested. And he was actually pretty cute.
But the thought just didn’t do it for me. I seemed stuck on Dr. Rivers. At first I tried to convince myself that I just wanted someone – anyone – to get me out of virgin hell. I felt like the other girls were so much more experienced than I was and that walking around with my v card was like some sign on my forehead that made all of the guys overlook me. I wanted to be accepted, to stop being viewed as some freak of nature that has lived in a bubble her whole life.
What did a girl have to do around here to get laid?
But when I was honest with myself, I knew that it wasn’t just about losing my virginity. Like it or not, I had a giant crush on Dr. Rivers. And no other guy could do the trick.
Layla and I grabbed a burger and shake before heading back to the dorms. I realized I was still making everything about me.
“That was a real dick move for your professor to pull on you,” I told her, in what I’d finally decided was a way to express my disgust at the guy without risking displaying pity for her. It seemed like a much safer bet than saying “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“Sure was!” Layla agreed, with her chin jutted out, and I knew I had found the right choice of words.
It was almost ten o’clock and, even though it had been a busy day, my mind just kept working, thinking about what Layla had said.
And about Jace Rivers.
He was so incredibly sexy.
I could feel my nipples getting hard as I remembered how great he smelled standing next to me in the classroom. I wished that he would have bent me over the table and fucked me.
I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep thinking about Jace and how incredible his dick might feel inside of me.
I walked into the bathroom stall of the dorm room, checking to make sure that no one else was inside. I locked the door behind me and quickly slipped out of my clothes, kicking them in a pile in the corner.
I turned and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I liked my firm, round breasts and slim shape. I started rubbing on my pussy, parting the lips while I slipped my finger into my wet center. I lifted my finger to my lips, tasting my own juices, and wishing it could be Dr. Rivers who was tasting me.