My Professor's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  We laid there on the floor in each other’s arms for a few minutes, basking in the ambiance of our sweet lovemaking. His fingers were still inside me. My pussy was still wet.

  I was his, all right. And now I knew I would never be able to forget him.

  Chapter 8

  Jace

  My body was all lit up from the amazing session that Izzy and I had just had. I held her tightly, not wanting to let go. I didn’t want this moment to be over.

  Plus, it was good, and I was hungry for more.

  “What do you say we go back to my place?” I asked softly.

  She looked up into my eyes without hesitation and agreed.

  I knew that it was a big risk to take her back to my house because if I got caught with a co-ed and news got back to the university, there might be some hard conversations had. I hadn’t worked this hard to throw it all away for nothing.

  But Izzy wasn’t nothing. The way that she felt when I was inside her, so slippery and warm…

  My dick grew hard just thinking about it.

  I knew that I had to be strategic about how I did things.

  “I’m going to pull my car around to the corner of Maple and Grove and wait for you there. Get dressed,” I told her.

  I got up, quickly threw my clothes on, and went to my car. I felt giddy at the idea of doing something so secretive, so wrong.

  But it felt so good. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her again.

  I drove to the corner and stopped, not wanting to turn my car off. I looked around for her. After a few minutes, she jumped into the car and I sped off. My house wasn’t very far from the university. I went into the underground garage, thinking that no one would notice if I came in from the garage entrance.

  I was right. There was no one in sight. Everyone had probably gone out for the night or were already tucked into bed. Either way, it gave me the chance to grab Izzy by the hand and make my ascent up to the fourth floor where my condo was.

  I couldn’t get inside the apartment fast enough before I was all over Izzy, kissing her.

  I didn’t waste any time.

  I took her over to the island in the kitchen and leaned her over it.

  I leaned down, pulling down her pants, exposing her round, bare ass. I rubbed my hand across her smooth skin, feeling my dick jump to attention in my pants.

  She was so hot I nearly lost control just looking at her. I couldn’t believe I had just taken her virginity. And here I was fucking her again.

  Izzy looked over her shoulder at me, try to see what I was doing. I didn’t want her to know how much of an effect she had on me – that she could stop me in my tracks and leave me breathless.

  I pushed her back down against the island, leaned over and grabbed a condom out of the drawer, opened it and slid it on. Spreading her ass cheeks apart with both hands, I slowly pushed my dick into her pussy.

  She yelped and jumped like he wanted to run, but I held her there in place, pushing myself further into her pussy. Her pussy felt warm and tight, squeezing my dick as I fucked her, stroking my dick in and out of her.

  “I know you can handle this big dick of mine,” I told her. “I know your pussy loves it.”

  “My pussy loves it,” she repeated. “It’s amazing.”

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her back. I took my dick out of her and turned her around. Then I picked her up and put her up on the marble granite counter top, spreading her legs out into a v shape.

  I entered her again, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as she bit her lip. I pulled her onto me over and over, my hard dick sliding in and out, delving deep into her wetness.

  I put my finger in her mouth, letting her suck it. The wetness of her mouth drove me wild.

  “Fuck yeah,” I told her. “Suck on my finger like it’s my dick.”

  “Mmmkay,” she moaned, my finger stuck all the way down her throat.

  I crossed her legs, folding her pussy over my dick even tighter. Her eyes widened as I ploughed in and out of her pussy. Her mouth made an o shape as she gripped the edge of the counter, trying to keep her balance. But I wasn’t letting her go.

  I felt myself losing control, but I wasn’t ready to stop. I pulled out my dick and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her carefully on the bed, crawling to join her. Her skin felt so soft and warm as I caressed her. I could hardly believe that she was lying by my side.

  She reached her hand down and started groping my dick. She took off the condom that was still on, covered in her slippery wetness. Leaning down, she put her lips on my dick, softly kissing the head.

  Her juicy lips felt good on my dick, which was growing hard with each peck of her lips. She parted her lips and slipped the head of my dick inside of her mouth, licking and sucking my dick, making it more wet with her saliva. I laid back on the bed, looking down at her in amazement as she gave me an incredible blow job, slurping and rubbing her hand up and down the shaft of my dick.

  How could she have been a virgin and give such good head? But I knew she had been. I had felt it.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said, almost reading my mind.

  “Well, you really know what you’re doing,” I said.

  “Must be instinct,” she joked.

  She put my dick in her mouth again, taking the entire shaft in, almost choking. I felt jarred, like I could have blown my load at any moment. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my dick out of her mouth, hoping that I wasn’t going to lose it.

  Once I finally had calmed down, I looked over at her and shook my head. I rolled her over, pinning her down. I got another condom out of the end table next to my bed and put it on before ramming my dick into her pussy again.

  I rocked back and forth on top of her slowly, enjoying the steady rhythm and feel of her slippery pussy gliding back and forth over my rock hard dick. She felt so tight, I knew that she was telling the truth when she said that she had never done anything like this before. Her pussy felt good, like unwrapping presents on Christmas morning. I didn’t want to come out of it.

  She didn’t look like she wanted me to stop anytime soon, either.

  “How about you get on top?” I said gruffly.

  She looked at me uncertainly, but I wasn’t worried. I laid back, rubbing my dick while I watched her straddle me.

  She reached down and guided my dick into her pussy, pressing her lips together and holding her breath as she tried to handle every inch of my long, hard dick. Her pussy was so wet, hot juice from it dripped down onto my cock, making their way down my leg.

  She put one foot on either side of me and slowly started to lift herself and place herself down on my dick. I put my hands on either thigh, helping to steady her as she rode me. She leaned over, putting her hands on my chest, beads of sweat splashing down on me from her brow.

  She humped me greedily, her small, firm breasts bouncing in the dim light of my bedroom. The whole room was filled with the scent of her pussy, a light airy scent that I hoped would linger and remind me of her.

  Before I knew what was happening, I felt my dick start to jump. I was cumming. I let out a loud yell as I shot cum into the tip of the condom that was deep inside of Izzy’s wet pussy. She rode me faster and faster, cumming herself, her body spasming as deep waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Then she rolled over onto the bed next to me.

  We both laid there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath.

  It had been a while since I had had sex. I’d been focused on my new job. And I couldn’t remember it ever being this good.

  I looked over at Izzy, wishing that I could read her mind. She had a look of sweet satisfaction on her face. A tender smile played about her lips. It almost looked like she was glowing.

  After a few minutes, she propped herself up on her elbow and just looked at me. I looked back at her. We laid there wordlessly, staring at each other. No words were needed to express the amount of passion that we had just shared.

  But, I
still wasn’t ready for the night to be over. In an effort to shift the mood, I suggested that we find a movie to watch. She agreed.

  We walked into the living room and I turned on the TV. I didn’t have any movies, so we browsed Netflix until we found a movie that seemed interesting. It was only on for maybe two minutes before Izzy and I were making out again.

  She caressed my face with her delicate hands, the coolness of her touch refreshing to my skin, covered in five o’clock shadow.

  “Are you cold?” I asked her, wrapping my arms around her body in a big bear hug.

  She shivered, but shook her head. I could feel her circling her hips, gyrating them slowly, pushing her body against me. My heart started beating a million miles a minute.

  I had to have her again.

  I rubbed my hand on my dick, feeling it grow with each stroke. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest. I reached down and caught one in my mouth. She moaned and leaned her head back, pressing her pussy against me.

  I poked my hard dick against her pussy, waiting for her to open up. She slipped me inside of her soaking wet pussy, inhaling sharply as I filled every wall. I could hear the slickness of her pussy as it glided over my dick.

  I pushed her down onto my dick over and over, holding her shoulders so that she wouldn’t squirm away. I could tell that her pussy was tender, probably aching from all of the activity that it hadn’t been used to.

  “I want to try something I feel like doing,” she said, hopping off my dick and sitting up.

  I liked it when she took charge like this. It was unexpected, and I enjoyed the surprise.

  She told me to stand in front of her. She spit on my dick, put it between her breasts, and squeezed them together. She rubbed her breasts up and down the shaft of my dick.

  That drove me wild.

  I fucked her chest, watching the head of my dick disappear and them reemerge from their hiding place. It wasn’t long before I was cumming, shooting a thick wad of cum on her chin, neck and chest. She flinched as the hot liquid shot out like a sprinkler, but she sat still, letting it cover her, licking her lips and catching some that had reached her lips with her tongue.

  I got up, taking her by the hand, and guided her to the bathroom, finding a clean towel. I ran her a bath and motioned for her to get in. She looked at me, questioningly.

  “Let me guess,” I said. “No one has ever drawn a bath for you.”

  “Well, other than my mom or one of my sisters? No.”

  I climbed into the bathtub, extending my hand toward her for her to join me. She hesitantly took my hand and stepped into the tub with me. I sat down and helped her ease herself down into the water. She laid back on my chest, her long, dark hair tickling me.

  I held her closely to me, my eyes closed as I kissed her along the nape of her neck and her hairline. She snuggled into my arms, our hands both interlocked.

  All of this felt like a dream. I never thought that this was how the night was going to turn out, but I would have been lying if I didn’t admit that, despite the completely taboo nature of what had happened, everything about it felt so right.

  “I should be getting back to the dorms,” said Izzy, breaking into my thoughts.

  I helped her up out of the tub, got out, and drained the water. We dressed silently. And I thought I caught a glimpse of sadness in Izzy’s eyes while I waved good bye when I dropped her off. I wished that I could have walked her to the door, but I knew that it would have drawn too much attention, to have a professor walking a female student to her dorm, so I just made her promise to let me know that she had made it in safely.

  My ride home seemed longer than usual. I felt like something was missing.

  I sat in the car for a long time, trying to make sense of everything that had happened.

  Chapter 9

  Izzy

  I was a nervous wreck as I tried to get ready for my Friday class with Jace. There was no way that I could call him Dr. Rivers now. Not after everything that we had done together. We had crossed a line and there was definitely no turning back.

  It kind of felt strange to me, to be worried about anything other than my grades when going to class. I was rushing to a lecture for a class that I hadn’t even read the assigned text for. That was almost unheard of for me.

  I didn’t know how I was going to manage to pay enough attention to the lesson to pass my class. It was the first time that I had ever had that fear. I had always been confident that I would excel at anything that I did.

  But, then again, I had just lost my virginity to my professor. Obviously, that was something that had never happened before.

  I changed my clothes three different times before finally settling on a jean skirt and a black top. I felt like it was casual enough for class, but classy enough for me to be seen by the first man who I had ever fucked.

  I could hear Jace’s voice droning on in a lecture as I stood outside the classroom door.

  I took a deep breath before walking into the classroom. I was late. He glanced in my direction, but then turned his attention back to the class and continued his lecture.

  I almost expected that he was going to say something about my tardiness, but he didn’t. I guess he was doing a good job of hiding our little secret affair.

  “Many of you are doing very well in my class,” he said, his eyes meeting mine briefly and then looking away again quickly. “But some of you might want to schedule some extra study sessions so that you can keep up. And if that’s the case, feel free to reach out to me. I’d love to help in any way that I can.”

  I hadn’t seen my quiz grade yet, but it seemed pretty straightforward, so I thought that I had nothing to worry about. I shifted my focus on staying calm, keeping my head down, and hoping that I wouldn’t sweat all over my shirt.

  All of a sudden, a paper landed on my desk, swaying back and forth like a feather, before landing directly in front of me.

  A B+.

  My eyes widened in horror. To most people, this would still be considered a good grade. For someone like me, where every single point could mean the difference between having a stellar academic resume versus being average like everyone else, it meant that I needed to start worrying.

  Jace walked through the aisles, still talking, handing out the last few quizzes. He turned and looked at me, raising an eyebrow in my direction, before facing the class and continuing his speech.

  “Alright, like I was saying…” Jace said, mild irritation riddling his voice. “If you have any questions or need to see me, I have an open door policy. I believe that all of you have incredible potential. Maybe some of you more than others. But what I don’t want to happen is for you to lose focus on why you are here and all of the hard work that you have done that brought you to this point.”

  If I hadn’t been sure before, I knew that that last comment had been directed at me.

  I tossed the test to the side, trying to put it out of my mind, pulled out my notebook, and tried to will my mind to focus on his lecture.

  But it was almost impossible. When I looked at him, I just kept remembering the hot passionate sex that we had had. When I didn’t look at him, my mind wandered back to his bedroom.

  Even with him standing up there in front of the class with clothes on, I just kept envisioning him with alone with me with his clothes off, his arms which threatened to break out of his shirt bare, holding up my legs as he plowed into my dripping wet pussy.

  All of a sudden, I could feel the eyes of all the students in my class staring at me. The room was silent.

  “Well?” asked Jace, standing in the front of me with his hand extended.

  My mind had been so distracted, I hadn’t even heard the question.

  “Could you repeat the question?” I asked.

  “Well, it wasn’t so much of a question,” Jace said, grinning sheepishly. “It was really more of a joke reference, maybe a bad one, about the experiment that we did the other night.”

  My face turned bright red and I
tried to hide my face at the mention of the other night. I knew that he was talking about the internship, but my mind was on the freshest memory.

  I tried to peek at his face to see if he was still looking at me. He did his best to ignore my response and continue with his lecture.

  I blew out a sigh of relief when he went on talking.

  Get ahold of yourself, Izzy, I said to myself. A few students looked at me, their eyebrows furrowed in wonder. I hoped that no one caught on to our secret.

  I thought that it would be better for me to look at him. That way I could at least attempt to stay focused on what was going on in the class without being caught off guard.

  Looking at him only brought up memories of being in his arms, though. I imagined walking up to him while he was in midsentence during his lecture and kissing him. I thought of what it would be like if he leaned me over the desk and fucked me right there, in full view of all the students.

  The way that he fucked me, it would be like watching a live porn show. I squeezed my legs together tight, trying to contain the excitement that was being to percolate in my pussy.

  “Oh, earth to Izzy,” came Jace’s voice, in a singsong fashion.

  The class erupted in raucous laughter.

  “What?” I asked, wondering what joke I had drifted away from this time.

  “Oh, nothing,” he said, covering his mouth and pretending to giggle.

  The rest of the class laughed at his display of silliness. I started to get irritated by him constantly bringing attention to me.

  I thought that he would be doing the opposite, trying to keep attention away from me rather than trying to draw more attention to me. I crossed my arms and glared at him for the remainder of class.

  Fortunately, class only went on for another twenty minutes before the bell sounded and everyone filed out of the classroom.

  “Izzy, see me after class,” said Jace, sitting at his desk and looking at something on his laptop.