Forbidden

by R. R. Banks

"I suppose I am."

  He leapt toward me, another excited sound coming from his grinning mouth.

  God help the skiers everywhere.

  "What changed your mind?" Javi asked after releasing me from a python-like hug so tight you would think that I was a paraplegic who had just done the moonwalk across the Mississippi.

  "Jude told me that I shouldn't be working so hard and that I should enjoy being a college student and have some fun."

  "And you listened to him?" he asked.

  I nodded.

  "I guess I did."

  Javi cocked his hip, the jubilance gone from his face and now replaced with sassy indignance.

  "So, you're telling me I try to convince you for three years that you need to loosen up and enjoy your youth and you ignore me. I climb to the mountain tops trying to get you to open up and do new things and explore yourself, and you tell me I'm crazy. I get you to agree to one party, you disappear at the beginning of it, then you proclaim that you have reached the entertainment quota for life and refuse to do anything else more fun than sitting around in your stretchy pants watching I'm A Rich Housewife Please Help Me Raise My Adopted Baby Who Wants to Be In Beauty Pageants and Redecorate My Gift Wrapping Room. But then some dignified silver streaked old professor man comes along and tells you the exact same thing and suddenly it's the gospel? The Gospel According to Jude?"

  "He's not old," I protested.

  "Really?" Javi asked. "I just gave you some of my very best Norma Rae and what you got out of it was that he isn't old?"

  "I'm sorry, Javi," I said. "It was very moving."

  "Thank you."

  "I'm A Rich Housewife Please Help Me Raise My Adopted Baby Who Wants to Be In Beauty Pageants and Redecorate My Gift Wrapping Room?"

  "Isn't that what comes on at like 10 on Saturday nights? It's close enough."

  "You're not wrong," I admitted, almost regretting the reality marathons I had put him through.

  "So, I return to my original argument. What changed?"

  "I don't know," I said. "It was just something about the way that he said I wasn't going to be a student for much longer and I should relax. You always think that I deserve to relax and have fun, but hearing him say it made it really sink in." Javi didn't respond and I looked at him. He was looking back at me with a knowing expression in his eyes. "What?" I asked.

  "I know that look," he said.

  "What look?"

  "Like you're looking at a fresh glazed doughnut just out of the sticky sugar swimming pool."

  "I don't know what you're talking about."

  "Yes, you do. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

  "Javi, I've told you before that my relationship with Jude is strictly professional."

  "You've also told me that you weren't the one that took the last chocolate chip cookie out of the jar, but I didn't believe that, either."

  "He's my professor. He's twice my age."

  "And?"

  I didn't want to have this conversation. I didn't want to face the emotions that I knew I was feeling or the attraction that was getting stronger. That wasn't why I took the position. It wasn't why I had been spending more time with Jude.

  It wasn't.

  "You never answered my question about the Halloween costumes."

  Javi glared at me, trying to decide if he was going to call me out for changing the subject, then seemed to decide that it wasn't worth it and moved on.

  "Well, since you had so ruthlessly rejected my invitation to go with me, I already picked my costume. So, unless you are going to go Tom Sawyer to my Huckleberry Finn, we're going to need to figure out something else for you."

  "Huckleberry Finn?" I asked. "So, you're into literature now?"

  "If by into literature you mean I am going to cover a bodysuit with purple balloons and strap a cardboard fin to my back, then yes, I am into literature now."

  "Ah."

  "What are we going to do about you?"

  Javi took a step back and crossed one arm over his chest, resting one finger from the other hand on his lips as he scrutinized me. A thought suddenly popped into my head, but just as soon as it did, hesitation came over me.

  "I might have an idea," I said. "But it's totally out of character."

  Javi's eyes lit up.

  "That's what Halloween is all about!" he gushed. "Being totally out of character and maybe just a little irresponsible."

  "Well, I can't promise irresponsible. But what Jude said is really sticking with me."

  "What do you mean?"

  "When he said that I wasn't going to be a student for much longer."

  Javi's finger fell away from his mouth and his eyes widened. I knew he knew exactly what I was thinking.

  Friday night I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom questioning my decisions.

  "You look amazing," Javi said. "Come on. We don't want to miss the costume parade."

  I shot a glare in his direction.

  "There's going to be a costume parade at this thing?" I asked.

  "Not if I don't get there in time to start one. Come on."

  I took a last glance in the mirror and tried to tug the hem of my short plaid skirt down to cover a little more of my thighs. My white stockings came up over my knees, but there was still a bit more space between the two than I would usually show. I was very aware of the scar on my upper thigh and I smoothed the fabric over it, hoping that the lighting at the party would be dim enough that it wouldn't be obvious if my skirt rose up enough to show it.

  I felt Javi grab my wrist and start pulling me toward the door.

  "You look amazing. Let's go."

  We piled into my car and headed toward the address that Javi gave me. As we approached I realized that we were only a few blocks away from campus on one of the streets that were made up mostly of students packed tightly into the historic houses and converted garages. I pulled up in front of a house that was glowing with purple mood lighting and strewn with enough cotton webbing to house all the spiders in a three-mile area and looked at Javi.

  "You go ahead," I said. "I just have to do something really fast. I'll be back."

  "This is becoming a trend," he said. "I'm not sure I approve of it."

  "It will just be a minute," I said. "You go show off your costume and get a few treats. I'll be back before people start popping your Huckleberries to see if you are wearing anything under them."

  Javi agreed and climbed carefully out of the car. I watched until he had made his way onto the sidewalk and then turned, driving toward campus. I wanted to go to Jude's office and show him my costume. If he was going to be stuck inside doing work rather than celebrating, at least I could give him a good laugh.

  The night was cooler than I had anticipated, and I scurried toward the building on precariously high heels, feeling the chill of the air on my exposed skin. Finally inside, I rode the elevator up to the right floor and approached Jude's door. It was open only a few inches and I peeked inside, keeping my costume concealed.

  "Happy Halloween," I said.

  Jude looked up from the desk.

  "Hi, Veronica," he said. "Happy Halloween. What are you doing here?"

  "I decided to take your advice and go to that party with Javi," I said.

  "I'm glad. It will be good for you. But if you're going to the party, why are you here?"

  "I wanted to show you my costume," I said. "I thought about what you said about me not being a student much longer, and I really took it to heart."

  I pushed open the door and took a step into the office, opening my arms to reveal my schoolgirl costume. I was expecting Jude to laugh.

  He didn't.

  Instead, the smile melted from his face and his dark eyes became deep and velvety. He drew in a breath, the air expanding his chest. I saw his hand tighten on the top of the desk and the chill that I had felt on my skin running through the night air was gone.

  Chapter Nine

  Jude

  My stomach cl
enched so hard when I saw Veronica standing in front of me wearing the schoolgirl costume that I nearly grunted in response. I knew that she had meant the costume to be silly, but there was nothing funny about her luscious little body in the short plaid skirt, tight buttoned-up white shirt, and stockings that just grazed her thighs. Her eyes widened slightly when I stood from my chair and came around the desk toward her. Nothing was going to stop me. I couldn't control my need for her anymore.

  I crossed the office in two long strides. In one movement I flattened my hand on the door over her shoulder to close it, and pressed the other hand to the front of her hips, pushing her back against the closed door. She gasped slightly but didn't make any move to pull away from me. I leaned forward and let out a low growl when my body pressed against hers. Veronica drew in a breath and I covered the sound with my mouth, crushing a kiss against her soft, full lips. I felt her melt beneath my touch and her back arch to press her body against mine. I coaxed her lips apart with the tip of my tongue and plunged it into her mouth to explore as much of her sweetness as I could. My desire surged within me and I kissed her hungrily, digging one hand into her hair to hold her head steady.

  After several seconds I took my hand out of her hair and away from her hips, drawing them up along her waist until I found the sides of her breasts. They strained against the tight fabric of her shirt and I brushed my palms across them to find the buttons that ran from the soft dip at the base of her throat down her chest and into the waistband of her skirt. My fingers released them quickly and I dropped my mouth to kiss the warm skin that was revealed with each open button. When my mouth reached the swells of her breasts, I paused, letting my tongue slip out to glide between them. Veronica gasped and I felt her hands clamp down on my shoulders.

  My fingers gathered the sides of her shirt at her waist and pulled it out of her skirt so that I could open it the rest of the way. When the fabric opened I saw she wore a lacy white bra, the cups barely concealing her taut nipples. I continued my trail of kisses down the center of her belly, dipping the tip of my tongue into her navel. The muscles of her lower belly trembled and I nipped at them with my teeth. Lowering to my knees, I ran my hands down the sides of her body and then onto her thighs, sweeping them under her skirt. I felt Veronica pull her hips back slightly as if nervous about my touch. It seemed like a hint toward something I had suspected but had never asked.

  I continued, touching her only with the tips of my fingers as I ran them up the outsides of her thighs and onto the sides of her panties. I gripped them and started to guide them off. When they slipped into view I saw that they were the same shimmering white lace as her bra and I felt my cock spring even stronger to life. Though I could feel her body shaking slightly, Veronica complied with the guidance of my hands, lifting her feet to let me ease the panties the rest of the way off her. I stood and took her shirt the rest of the way off before releasing the hook on the back of her bra so that the fabric fell away from her breasts. The teardrop-shaped swells were flushed and heavy with arousal and I closed my mouth over one to swirl my tongue around the nipple. I cupped my hand beneath it, lifting it slightly and sucked her nipple into my mouth before lightly scraping my teeth along it.

  I brought my mouth back up to hers and kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Slipping my hands beneath her skirt, I filled my hands with her tight, round ass and pulled her up against me. I knew that she could feel the hardness of my erection in her belly and I tucked my hips closer. I wanted her to know exactly what was on my mind. Looking into her eyes, I saw curiosity and nervousness gazing back at me.

  "I've never…" she started, and then hesitated.

  "Tell me," I whispered back.

  "I've never done this before."

  I felt a tingle stretch across my shoulders and down my spine and a smile came to my lips. I took my hands from under her skirt and brought them up to her hands where they were still positioned on my shoulders.

  "I thought that might be the case," I said.

  "Does it bother you?" she whispered.

  I shook my head.

  "No," I said. "Do you want me?"

  Veronica nodded.

  "Yes."

  I lifted her hands and brought them up around my neck, sliding my palms back down her arms and down her body to her waist.

  "Well, I am your professor. Let me teach you."

  I pulled her toward me for another kiss and felt her relax against me, her arms wrapping further around my neck as if to hold herself steady against me. Our mouths played across each other eagerly as I walked backwards across the office, guiding her with me until we reached my desk. I turned her and lifted her up so that she sat on the edge of the desk, then pressed my hand to the center of her chest to lay her back across it. She looked up at me without hesitation or fear as I unhooked my belt and released the button on my pants. I eased my zipper down and withdrew my cock, stroking my palm along it until it stood thick and long from my body. Veronica's eyes locked on it and I saw her tongue slick across her bottom lip. I smiled.

  I reached around to the front of the desk and opened the top drawer. Reaching beneath the stack of folders I withdrew one of the condoms that I had tucked there.

  "I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you," I said, my voice low and growling in my throat. "You are the perfect treat for me tonight."

  I tore open the wrapper and pulled out the condom. Veronica watched as I settled it on the top of my erection and rolled it down to settle securely at the base. I released the buttons on the side of her skirt and moved the fabric, opening it to reveal her body. She wore nothing but the stockings and high heels and the vision of her stretched across the desk that way was enough to push me to the very edge of my control. I felt like I would explode if she touched me and I knew that I needed to take a moment to let myself calm down. I pressed Veronica's knees apart, lifting her legs so that they rested on the desk on either side of her. The position opened her to me, allowing me to see every delicate fold and petal of her untouched body, each glimmering with silky fluids that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  I concentrated on her, running one fingertip along her pelvic bone and down over the tight pearl of her clit. Her body bucked at the sensation of that one simple touch and I paused, swirling the pad of my finger into the hypersensitive tissue. After a moment I traced my finger down along the side of first one fold and then the other, outlining her core and gradually introducing her to the pleasure her body was capable of receiving. The feathery touch soon encouraged her to let her thighs open even further and I watched her entrance open, inviting more of my attention.

  Taking the invitation, I dipped my head down and drew my tongue up through her center, gathering the taste of her. Veronica cried out and I placed one hand on her belly to hold her in place on the desk. One more long lick was enough to make her visibly tremble and for her hands to clutch the sides of the desk and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I gripped my shaft and used the engorged head to stroke her clit a few times, then settled it at her opening. I pressed forward slightly, just entering her, and Veronica drew in a sharp breath. I looked into her face and saw her eyes close as she seemed to concentrate on the feeling of my body beginning to enter hers.

  Her hips had tightened with that first moment that I slipped past her barrier and I waited until I felt her muscles relax to tuck my hips forward and sink the rest of the way inside her. Tight, hot walls surrounded me, embracing me, and I groaned. I leaned down and kissed her.

  "Open your eyes," I said. "I want to look at you."

  She complied and I saw the vibrant blue of her eyes had become deeper, her long lashes slumbering slightly. I met her gaze and pushed slightly further, filling her until it seemed I could go no further. She gasped, her lips parting. I knew that the sensation was intense, the newness of her walls stretching to accommodate me taking over her mind as well as her body. I gave her a few seconds for the intensity to lessen, then began to rock my hips.
Each thrust let me glide within her, my body feeling the squeeze and unique dips and curves of hers.

  Veronica's hands wrapped around me to press into my back and I lifted my hands to unbutton my shirt, tossing it aside so that I could feel her touch on my skin. I leaned over her, supporting myself on my hands on either side of her head so I could lower my mouth to hers and kiss her as I increased my pace. The sensation of each stroke flowed through me and I could already feel myself rushing toward climax. I wanted her there with me. I wanted her to experience that delicious, all-encompassing high.

  I reached down between us and pressed the pad of my thumb to her sensitive pearl, creating tight circles as I continued to thrust into her. Veronica's head fell back, her eyes closing and her mouth opening, but no sound came out. Her chest started to rise and fall frantically and her fingertips dug into the muscles of my back. Suddenly a strangled cry spilled from her lips and her back arched as I felt her body clench down around me. At the same moment, a wall of powerful pleasure washed over me and I felt my cock throb as I poured into her. Veronica lifted up and caught my mouth, kissing me hungrily as her body continued to shudder and pulse. I scooped her up off the desk and turned around so I sat on the edge, settling her into my lap and wrapping her legs around me.

  I used my hands on the back of her hips to rock her against me so that we could both continue to ride the last waves of pleasure of our climaxes. We kissed languidly, our tongues massaging over each other. Her breasts rose and fell against my chest and her hands ran along my back. She sat back and looked at me, her fingertips coming over my shoulder to trace the tattoo that covered from one shoulder blade over the muscle and along my chest. Her touch explored it, following the curves and details of the ink embedded in my skin.

  "I wasn't expecting this," she breathed.

  "The tattoo?" I asked.

  She laughed softly.

  "Any of it."

  I kissed her again, bringing her close. I wanted more of her taste, more of the feeling of her that I had been thinking about for so long. As I ran my hands along her body I felt the raised area of her skin that I knew was the scar I had seen on the first day of her attending my class. It was a subtle change in the smooth, silky texture of her skin and my curiosity grew in my mind again. But I didn't ask about it. Now wasn't the time.