by Jamie Knight
I slipped my fingers back into my slick hole, groping inside of myself, pushing my fingers all the way into my pussy as far as they would go. I gasped, feeling my finger going deep inside.
Then I propped my foot up on the shower stall, opening my legs wide. I imagined Jace’s face buried in my crotch, his tongue roving all over every inch of my pussy. I would pull his hair and push his face harder into my pussy, creaming all over him like a glazed donut.
I would kiss him, licking all my creamy cum off of his lips and chin, moaning greedily while I slurped up every drop of my own delicious goodness. I rammed my fingers into my pussy, pretending that my hand was Jace’s dick, pumping in and out of my pussy, first slowly, then faster and faster.
I would grip his arms, trying to brace myself so that I wouldn’t fall over as my legs trembled while his fingers danced inside of my wet pussy. I circled my hips, wishing I was moving them all over Dr. Rivers’ hot, hard body.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the exciting sensation, playing with my juicy center. I could feel the excitement building as I opened my legs wider, pushing my fingers as deep as they would go into my pussy with one hand, flicking the fingers of my other hand back and forth against my dripping pussy.
I bit my lip as I felt the orgasm mounting, ending in a crescendo of waves flowing from my vagina. I had to stifle a scream, clapping my legs together hard as I felt the orgasm pulsing through my body. I stood there for a moment, holding onto the railing, hoping that my legs wouldn’t give out beneath me.
I ran the shower so that I could clean the sticky wetness from between my legs and down the drain, enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading down my naked body. Then I wrapped my towel around me tightly and checked the hallway to see if anyone was around. Once I was sure that it was clear, I tiptoed back to my dorm room.
My body was still buzzing from the orgasm and hot shower. I felt good.
At the same time, part of me felt guilty about fantasizing about my professor, one who has a girlfriend or wife, at that. I knew that I needed to do something about how I was feeling before it made me do or say something that could ruin everything. I didn’t want to be sitting there drooling during class or the internship, either, because I kept imagining him fucking me.
I tossed and turned for a while before I finally gave in to sleep.
I was no closer to finding a way to avoid my attraction to Jace. I just wanted to give into my feelings and be with him, whether he was my professor or not. In fact, I was just plain screwed, and it was about time I admitted it.
Chapter 7
Izzy
“I hope that everyone has had a chance to study and take good notes because today is the day of the dreaded pop quiz,” announced Dr. Rivers, from the front of the room.
Everyone groaned and someone in the back of the room swore. Mr. Rivers kept looking toward the door. I assumed that he must have been wondering the same thing that I was: where was Trent?
He was usually the first face that I saw when I walked into the classroom, either with him standing at the front door or at the desk. It seemed odd. But I was surprised to find myself relieved that he wasn’t there.
I didn’t feel disappointed that he wasn’t there. The more that I thought about the weird way that he had flirted with me during the first day of my internship, the more uncomfortable I felt. And it wasn’t just because I was into Dr. Rivers. Trent was just creepy.
Class started, and Dr. Rivers handed out the quiz. I stared down at my desk while he passed out the papers. After we took the test, he put us into pairs to start a research project that he was assigning us.
“I really wish that Trent was here because this is his area of expertise, but we will get this started and maybe he can pick it up along the way,” Dr. Rivers said.
I was able to avoid really looking at Mr. Rivers during class since he wasn’t giving a lecture, but when class was over, he asked me to stay after.
“We can meet at six pm, here, this evening,” he said. “Are you ready to kick it up a notch?”
“I’m not quite sure what that means, but I’m ready,” I said.
He smiled at me.
It was such a sweet, sure smile.
I floated back toward my dorm room, not able to think about anything else other than seeing him later that night.
I knew that it was supposed to be all educational and professional, but that didn’t stop me from ransacking my closet in an effort to find the sexiest outfit that I could. I laughed at myself for acting like I was getting ready for a date rather than going to an internship.
It wasn’t like I had anything extremely fancy to wear, anyway. I had packed clothes that were meant to keep me clothed to study. You didn’t necessarily have to be a fashion queen for that. I settled on a pair of jeans and a tank top that hugged my curves in all the right places.
Even though I had been scolding myself for my fantasies about Dr. Rivers, his erection at our last session had been undeniable. So, there had to be something about me that turned him on. I shook my head at myself, trying to figure out why I was hell bent on playing with fire.
My heart quickened at the thought of how exciting it was, though. How hot it was that I could make him that hard. How obvious it was that he wanted me.
When I showed up to the internship, I noticed that Trent wasn’t there, either. I couldn’t help but feel a bit excited that it would be just Dr. Rivers and me.
As I walked through the door, he looked up from his notes and smiled at me.
“Well, hello there,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Unfortunately, I just found out that Trent fell off of curb and broke his ankle. Apparently, it was pretty bad. From the sounds of it, he’s going to be out for the rest of the week and may not be coming back to research for a while. I feel bad for him. I think that I’m going to have the class sign a get well card for him and take him some balloons to cheer him up. He sounded pretty disappointed.”
I frowned. I felt bad for him, too. I broke my arm when I was younger, and it was in cast for a month. It was the most painful and inconvenient experience that I had had. But, at least I could still walk.
“That’s too bad. Tell him that I hope that he feels better when you talk to him next.”
“Will do,” he said. “So, for now, it will just be the two of us.”
I got a little worried. Yes, I was still more than a little excited. But my logical side always took over.
“Is this going to be okay for us to continue the internship? I mean, I will do my absolute best, but Trent knows his stuff,” I said.
Jace got a soft, kind look in his eyes and smiled at me.
“I’m not worried at all. I’m sure that you will pick up what you need to know in no time.”
I perked up a little, hearing that he had such high confidence in me. But, then, I remembered the bimbo from the night that we met.
“Well, I guess the other thing I’m worried about is you spending so much time with me and making your girlfriend or wife mad. I really don’t want to make any more trouble for you than I already did.”
Jace tilted his head to the side, looking thoroughly confused.
“My girlfriend or wife?” he asked, voicing his confusion.
“You know, the girl that I accidentally poured my drink on that night that we first met in the club? I girl you were with?” I said, wincing at having to bring up the painful memory of me ruining their date night.
I looked at his face, trying to figure out if he was really that forgetful or if he was going to try to pretend to be single, like Layla said that the professor that she had been involved with had done. All of a sudden, it looked like a lightbulb had gone off in his head.
“Right. My wife,” he said, chuckling and shaking his head. “Kate. Well, Kate’s not my wife at all. As a matter of fact, she isn’t even my girlfriend. She was a blind date that Trent had set me up on. So, you actually had witnessed our first – and last – date.”
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nbsp; I couldn’t help but feel relieved to hear him say that. But I pushed even further, feeling bold for some reason.
“So, there is no Mrs. Rivers who could come crashing through the door at any moment yelling at us?” I asked, hoping that my voice took on a light, nonchalant feel, which was my intention but which I was finding hard to pull off.
“That’s right,” he said, while shaking his head slowly and peering at me questioningly. “Not that you asked or even really care, but I dropped Kate off at home that night and told her that based on how childish she had acted, she didn’t have to worry about hearing from me again. And that, if she didn’t change her behavior, she was not going to find someone who would appreciate the good things about her.”
Hearing him say that made me really start to admire him. He knew what it meant to be a gentleman and, even when he had every reason to treat Kate poorly, he still rose above it. I felt a little flutter in my heart.
“Needless to say, it doesn’t matter what she thinks,” he continued, pausing like he wanted to choose his next words carefully. “Would it make you more comfortable if there was someone else here with us?”
His face looked worried as he waited for my response. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. I could tell that he was nervous, probably kicking himself for not asking the question before we were already alone.
“No, I’m totally fine,” I said, smiling at him reassuringly. “I accepted this internship because I wanted to expand my educational outlook in a way that I hadn’t already. Most students could only dream of an internship of any kind before graduating and here I am, lucky enough to be in this one. I really want to thank you again for this opportunity and for believing in me.”
I stood, waiting for him to speak. He blinked a couple of times, like he hadn’t expected that response. He looked truly relieved.
“Well, good,” he said, clapping his hands so loudly, I jumped. “Why don’t we start setting up the beakers for our experiment today?”
I walked over to the table along the wall, where the beakers and chemicals were, and I lined them up along the table. We worked in silence for a while.
It was nice just being around him. And I could tell that he liked being around me, too.
“Alright,” he said, his booming voice sounding in my ear. “Let’s get this experiment going, shall we? Now, the chemical compounds found in some of our basic household products have been known to cause untold damage to different forms of life from animals, bacteria, and even humans. Let me show you something.”
He leaned over and poured a clear solution from a vial over a Petri dish that had a piece of ripped pink construction paper on it. The paper darkened and crumpled up like a fire had been thrown on top of it.
“Whoa! What was that you just poured on there?” I asked, clutching my chest in surprise.
“That was a cleaner called Super Clean sold in some stores here,” he said.
I knew the product and had used it myself a couple of times at home. I almost thought that he was pulling my leg.
“Really?” I asked, hoping that he was telling some sort of joke.
“Yes, really,” he said. “And so then, the question becomes, what else is on our shelves? So, this experiment will be us testing regular household products and seeing how they interact with other compounds and substances. We will record the results and see what we find. I will need to sterilize some of these test tubes so that we don’t compromise the integrity of the experiment. Can you hand me those down there at the end of the table?”
I couldn’t believe what happened next.
There was a stool in between where I was standing and the test tubes. Instead of walking around them and possibly avoiding a disaster, I thought that it would be a good idea to step up on top of the stool.
I grabbed the test tubes and it seemed like time stood still as I teetered there, hoping that I would gain my balance. But the stool was already tilting sideways and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before both the test tubes and I would be laying on the floor in a shattered and probably painful mess.
When I fell, though, Dr. Rivers caught me. His arms were as solid as I thought. I stared into his eyes as I lay there, stunned from both the fall and the glimmer in his eyes as he held me and looked right back at me.
I heard the pattering of liquid spilling and looked to see that one of the test tubes that I was holding had been full. The contents of the test tubes pooled around Jace’s feet. I waited for him to yell at me for being so clumsy.
But, he didn’t.
In fact, he looked at me with such longing that it made my breath catch in my throat. He didn’t move to put me down. He just held me there.
And then, he kissed me. His lips felt like heaven pressed against mine. His lips were so soft, yet firm. I liked kissing him. So, I kissed him back hard, throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like the room was spinning, even though we were standing still.
Everything started happening so fast.
He started taking his shirt off and helping me to take off mine. He kissed me hungrily, grabbing the test tubes from my hands and throwing them onto the table so hard that I was sure that they had broken.
He laid me on the ground and started kissing me, making a trail from my mouth, down my neck, and to my chest. He paused, kissing the small mounds of my breasts tenderly. His kisses sent sparks of electricity through my body.
He sucked on my nipple tenderly, while rubbing the other one in between his fingers. He alternated between kissing, licking and touching my nipples until he was driving me wild with desire.
“Oh, my God, that feels so good,” I told him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, but…”
“But you like it, don’t you?” he asked, looking me in the eyes as he squeezed my nipples a little harder now.
“Yes,” I admitted, feeling myself getting even wetter.
“You’re so naughty,” he said.
Only with you, I thought.
He watched as each kiss he gave me made my body jump from the sensitivity. It tickled and turned me on at the same time. He put his hand down on my panties. He took off my pants and tossed them to the side, leaning down to kiss my panties.
His breath felt hot against my pussy and I arched my back. Peeling off my panties, he leaned down and darted his tongue between my parted pussy lips. He licked my clit in small circles, looking up at me as I moaned and grinded my pussy eagerly into his hot, wet mouth.
He sucked and licked my pussy for a few minutes before leaning into me and pushing his hard dick against my pussy. He rubbed it back and forth, slapping it a few times on my wet pussy.
“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping my ass a bit.
“Yes,” I told him, pushing my butt out more to let him know I liked it. Only for you.
“Has anyone ever fucked you?” he asked me.
“No,” I admitted.
“I didn’t think so.”
He stretched my pussy open as if to inspect it for himself. I could feel myself dripping onto his finger and his cock that was half inside me already.
“I want to fuck you for your very first time,” he told me. “Can I take your virginity?”
“Yes,” I told him, moanly softly. I wasn’t even embarrassed. I loved how it felt for him to be half inside me, ready to take me, telling me how much he wanted me, begging me to let him have me.
He inched his dick inside of me slowly, while I clawed his back to brace against the force of it. His dick felt huge as he made me wider with each tiny thrust that he made, pushing his dick in more and more with each pump, my pussy getting wetter by the second.
“Owww,” I moaned, but he stroked my hair and asked me, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I said, leaning back on his cock some, feeling brave now. “I love it.”
“You love to have your teacher’s cock in your pussy, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered, and he squeezed my ass cheeks, hard, pul
ling and pushing me back and forth his cock. “I love how your big cock stretches me wide and fills my pussy all the way up.”
“It’s my pussy,” he said, slapping my ass, harder now. “Don’t forget that.”
“It’s your pussy,” I agreed, in between moans. “Do whatever you want to do with it.”
I couldn’t believe the dirty talk that was coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. I just wanted him to know how good he made me feel.
I closed my eyes tightly, my pussy throbbing as it struggled to hold his rock hard dick. My pussy felt a sensation of both pain and pleasure, but I was hungry for more as we lay there, writhing on the cold linoleum of the classroom floor.
My mind went wild at the thought of someone walking in and finding us there, our bodies a hot sweaty mess of passion. They would see me naked and him pleasuring my body in ways I had never known.
Soft moans escaped my lips as he slowly thrust his dick and out of me, his lips finding mine, kissing me sweetly as he fucked me, trying hard to contain himself.
My pussy walls tightened, and I wrapped my legs around him, my finger nails buried in his skin, as I held on for dear life. He fucked me harder and harder, his gutteral grunts accenting the air, while he scooted my body up slightly with each thrust.
As if desperate to stay in my pussy, he put my legs up over his shoulders and plowed into me even further. It felt like his dick was inside of my guts. It hurt. I screamed.
He clapped his hand over my mouth and fucked me light a jackhammer. I could feel my pussy started to pulsate on his dick as I exploded in an orgasm.
“Oh my God! I’m going to come,” he said in a whisper, clenching his teeth. “Are you on anything?”
It took me a moment to figure out that he was talking about birth control. And I wasn’t on anything and we weren’t using a condom.
“No,” I managed to choke out.
He pulled his dick out, letting on a loud, long groan, squirting white, hot cum across my belly. He collapsed on to of me, breathing heavily.