by S. L. Finlay
"You left this." She said, handing him a laptop case.
David took it off her and before he had a chance to thank her she told both of us, "And I know what you were doing in here. You're not allowed to do that on university property you know." Her face was that of every annoying righteous girl in every Hollywood movie ever. She knew she was in the right and she didn't care who knew it.
"Thank you." He told her holding up the laptop bag, even though it was a little redundant considering what the girl had just threatened.
The girl turned on her heel and left.
Without closing the door, David turned towards me, "You had better go to." He told me, "You have class, don't you?"
I swallowed and nodded, "Irish History." I told him, my voice coming out quieter than I meant for it to.
David nodded his head and told me it was okay, he would clean up. I followed where his eyes were pointed and looked over at the little puddle in the side of the room. When I looked back, David was smiling at me and I felt a little embarrassed, but not as badly as I would with other people. I didn't feel like David was judging me for gushing all over his floor, but rather like he was making a point to me that needed to be made. He would get rid of the evidence, I had no reason to feel concerned. I should just go to class and get on with my day.
We shared a smile and I gave David a little kiss on the cheek before I left. I was half way to Irish History when I realised I hadn't got his number, or even made clear to him that perhaps I didn't just want a casual thing with him, and that I did think he was pretty cool.
But then sometimes real life stories are not as neat as they were in Hollywood movies. I wasn't in America anymore after all. America is the land of Hollywood movies. Ireland, apparently, is the land of huge life changes and gushing all over your professor's floor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After what happened in David's office, I hadn't seen him since. Of course I hadn't, as I only saw him once a week for class. I was sure I could change that, but had to wait at least a week before I worked up the courage to ask David for his contact details (specifically what number I would have to dial to get that kind of orgasm again).
I was a little worried about the Dublin girl contacting someone to dob us in, so thought it better to not mention what had happened to anyone in an effort to not incriminate myself further should anyone already be suspicious. I wanted what happened to happen again and knew that if we were not allowed to do this, if I dobbed him in inadvertently, it wouldn't happen again.
So I kept quiet, and I kept my ear to the ground. In my own life I had enough to do as well, with emailing people from my college back home and getting an answer about how to change majors.
It took my college a bit long to respond than I would have thought, so in the meantime while I was waiting I would keep myself busy with life here in beautiful Ireland, and try not to think too hard about what I was going to do when I did transfer my major: how much longer I would have to study I didn't know, and how much trouble I would be in with my disappointed family I also didn't know the extent of yet.
I sighed, I got on with it. I had plenty to do here in Ireland to keep me busy.
My weeks were full of going to classes and taking notes and my weekends were filled with exploring, time with friends and partying in Galway's famous pubs.
As an international student, I swore I partied more than I had back in the states, which is amazing as we have frat parties (which girls are always invited to attend) and tones of college parties because our drinking age is higher than here and you can't get into bars until much later.
The Irish start drinking in bars at eighteen, and even before that they are allowed into pubs when they're younger and allowed to have a drink with a meal. So progressive, these Europeans.
The weekend after I hooked up with my professor I would throw myself into partying harder than usual. I got wicked drunk with Sammy and a bunch of international students who could never understand Sammy's Irish accent. We started at one of the girls' houses then went to a pub. The pub was a pub for locals rather than tourists and I got my drink on with my friends, having a laugh.
Of course, some of the international students were joking about how we should go to the tourist bars near Shop Street and I can hang out with some Americans.
"No! I've had enough of spending time with my own! I went on a tour last weekend, there was so many!" I cried drunkenly
"So many what?" Sammy asked, knowing full well what I had meant.
"So many Americans! I don't want to share the title of American! I want to be the only one!" I told her over the loud noise in the pub.
Sammy was shaking her head at me, "You can't be the only one, this is Galway!" She told me.
I sighed and shook my head right back at her, "I came to see Ireland, and instead I am seeing Ohio!" I told her, trying to suppress the giggles that wanted to tumble from my body.
"Well, can you think of something better to do then?" She asked me.
I could. I really could think of something better to do, and I had been pushing the thought from my mind since we arrived but my loose tongue failed me, "Do you know where The Sexy Professor lives?" I asked, mock-innocently, "I wouldn't mind, doing that." I said with a small drunken wink.
Sammy laughed and pushed me away lightly, but when I persisted in wanting to know where he lived she asked me, "You really want to go visiting, don't you?"
Nodding my head I got a little closer to her ear so I could be heard only by her, "Yes. I would like to go visiting." I told her.
Sammy shook her head at me then looked around to check that no-one was listening before leaning in to tell me, "I know where he lives, but, if you go there he'll probably turn you away."
"Why would he do that?" I asked her.
Sammy's eyes were searching my face. She made a look of recognition before giving me a little nod and asking for my phone.
She programmed his address into a ride-sharing app I used. It wouldn't cost me much to get there. I nodded at the phone then when I looked up to see Sammy, she was already gone. I looked around and saw all the international students busy with their conversations and wandered outside to wait for my car.
I was going to see him, tonight. I was excited already. The butterflies in my tummy were already doing backflips.
When the car pulled up, I almost jumped out of my skin to climb in.
I couldn't believe my luck, that my friend knew where to find him and I wouldn't need to wait an entire week between seeing him now. It sucked that I had to wait and I didn't want to do that anymore. I was tired of waiting, of always being on the outside looking in. Now I was going to his house, I had access. I could just walk right in and take whatever I wanted. I knew it was him who I wanted to take me though.
When the car arrived I climbed out and strode up to the front door. Knocking loudly I took a small step back so I wouldn't be right in the face of whoever answered.
It was only then as I stood there that I felt the weight of what I was doing. Here I was, standing on the doorstep of the man who I liked so much, but who I really shouldn't. Of the man who didn't even give me his address.
It hit me then how weird it would seem to him when he opened the door to find me here, but I didn't have too long to think about that before he answered.
Houses in Ireland are small and it didn't take the sexy professor long to come to the door from wherever he had been inside the house.
When the door swung open, there he was, standing there looking as surprised as I know I would if the situation were reversed and it was him who showed up at my doorstep unannounced. He was in a satin robe and slippers. I was dressed up for a night on the town, in heavy make up with a little black dress on.
"What are you - why are you here?" He asked, the shocked look on his face never leaving him.
"I um, I wanted to come to see you." I told him.
"Yes, but how-?" He broke off and looked me over, "You must be freezing." He said looking at my
"I came by car." I told him by way of explenation before quickly throwing in a request, "Can I come in? It's really cold out here!"
At my words, David nodded and I skirted around him to get inside.
All Irish homes (or at least the ones I had been in) had a similar layout. All the rooms where you would take visitors would be downstairs then the private rooms (for the family, like bedrooms) were upstairs.
So, like any good intruder, I made myself comfortable in the rooms downstairs. I figured I was already here without invitation, so I should play it up. If I acted like this was normal, maybe he wouldn't ask me too many questions before delivering me some more of those 'man about the town' orgasms.
I was keen for more orgasms like the one he had already given me. Of course I was!
I walked in and found the kitchen. David had followed me there and was giving me a confused look as I asked, "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
In that sexy accent, David answered, "Well that depends."
"On what?" I asked.
"If you're going to tell me how you know where I live." He told me earnestly, "It's not public knowledge, so far as I know."
I nodded. That was fair, besides, I had a few questions of my own around how this man's address had been known to my friend. I felt plenty more sober since the bar where she had typed his address in my phone and I had taken it without question.
"It's not, I hope." I agreed with him.
We were facing one another now, in what was a very modern kitchen. This was a very nice home, even if it was a little small by American standards (it was normal by Irish standards).
David's presence was commanding, it made me want to give everything away, and I fought not to, but in the end the words came tumbling out of my mouth, "My friend Sammy told me where to find you."
"Sammy?" David asked, his face a little confused at first, but then something registered and he nodded, "Okay. So she sent you here. Did she know about what happened then?" He asked, his voice hard.
"No." I told him honestly, "She didn't."
"If she didn't know, then why did she give you my address?" He asked.
I was searching his face for something, but didn't find it. "I asked for it. She knows I like you. Besides, how does she even know where you live? Are you friends - or something?"
David let out a laugh before asking, "What are you implying?"
"Nothing. I am just asking." I told him.
"Well, I haven't slept with her." He told me, "Aside from what happened in my office with you the other day, I have always been a model professor."
"Have you?" I asked, laughing.
"Yes, I have." David said before opening his refrigerator, which sat between us and asking, "What would you like? I have juice, and cola. That's it." He told me.
"What about - something harder?" I asked, imagining I was some sort of James Bond minx but I am sure falling far short of the mark.
David rolled his eyes a little before telling me, "Aren't you underage in your country?"
"I am not in my country now, am I?" I asked. "I am nineteen. That's perfectly legal in Ireland." I told him.
"I'll say." He told me with a raised eyebrow, picking up the cola from the fridge and going to pour two glasses.
Taking mine a little reluctantly I offered to clink glasses.
"Cheers!" He said and I smiled.
"So, what were you doing before I rudely interrupted?" I asked, looking around.
"I was just doing some reading." He told me, leading me by the hand into the sitting room where a big arm chair sat beside a fire. Of course there was other furniture there: a couch, another arm chair. But I knew this was the chair he used most of the time as it had a table covered with stuff beside it. There was a book there and some papers.
When I drew closer I could see the book title, "Wilde? Seriously? You're an Irish creative writing professor, and you spend your Saturday nights reading Oscar Wilde?" I asked.
"Yes. I do. What's wrong with that?" He asked, a little indignant.
"Well, nothing, I guess. If you want to be a big cliché." I told him, feeling the naughty smile taking over my face.
At my comment he laughed, "A big cliché, like the professor who falls for his student?" He asked me.
"Falls for?" I asked, a little surprised. I had been surprised when he said that he hadn't done this before, but now when he was telling me that it was more than just a sex thing? This seemed so crazy!
David didn't say anything, he merely looked at me and smiled. I smiled right back, a little less naughtily than I had just been smiling at him, feeling the flutter in my heart.
"Okay." I said after a moment, turning away as I was feeling a little odd with all the feelings. "I thought you were seeing someone though." I told him.
There was a silence and I looked up at him. His face was a little confused. "Seeing someone?" He asked me as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
"Yeah, that girl at the pub that night when you told me I should switch majors." I told him.
"I am very sorry. I should never have said that. It's not my place to tell you to do anything. You are not mine." He told me too quickly.
I drew closer to him as I told him, "I could be yours." I was like a moth to a flame, this was a little bit crazy, even crazier than the idea that he really liked me.
David just shook his head at me, "You could be, but you are not."
"Why not?" I demanded, like a petulant child.
"Because we hardly know one another." He told me before taking a breath and looking me directly in the eye. The tenderness there made me stop long enough for him to tell me, "Besides, there are things you do not know about me. A lot of them. Things you would need to know before you could even consider being with me." He told me.
"That sounds very naughty." I told him, "Like every teenaged vampire romance ever."
David merely shook his head at me, "Does it?" He asked, straight-faced.
"Yes, it does." He told him. "Are you going to wait until we're married to defile me too?"
The head shaking continued. I was fairly used to people shaking their heads at me though so hardly noticed. Then David smiled a little before telling me, "Besides, even if I wanted you, you are an American exchange student. You will be going home soon." He told me.
"I don't have to." I offered, but I had nothing to back it up, we both knew it.
David just took a breath and changed the subject, "So what did you come here for tonight anyway?" He asked, his tone a little naughty.
I smiled and drew closer to him. Then we were kissing.
As we kissed I had this heady feeling of disbelief. Was this even happening? Was I really here, in my professor's home kissing him? The smile never left my face even as we kissed. After a while, David broke away from the smile and made a point of looking me in the eye.
"What?" He asked.
I giggled then went to bury my face in his shoulder. "Nothing. It's just, I feel so silly!"
I felt something besides my head, it must have been David shaking his head again I thought as I pulled myself up to look him in the eye.
"What?" I asked in a tone mimicking the one he had used previously.
My words only made him shake his head harder. I sighed, he shook. We both were not behaving like adults now.
He bought back some equilibrium when he stopped shaking his head. He raised his eyebrows and went in for another kiss.
We were kissing like a couple of kids until he pulled away and looked me in the eye, "I have something to tell you."
"What's that?" I asked, feeling a little annoyed he had stopped kissing me again. It felt so good and I never wanted it to stop, yet he kept stopping. What was with that?
David cleared his throat and moved his face away from me before taking me to sit down beside him. We were sitting on his big, plush leather couch side-by-side, my small hand caught in his large masculine one.
"Before we go on, there's a few things you need to know." He told me briskly, "About how your friend knows where I live for one."
I felt my face harden, "What's that?" Was all I managed through the jealousy that rose inside my tummy.
David sighed and shook his head again. He didn't respond to my jealousy, instead going on with what he had been saying himself. "I am interested in some different things sexually, and so is your friend. Has she told you about them?" He asked.
I took my hand from his and shook my head vigorously. "No!"
David was keeping his calm and simply ignored my reaction as he went on, "Okay. Well, Sammy is part of a small group around Galway that are into something called age play. I thought she could have told you about it, or else I wouldn't have mentioned it."
"Age play?" I asked, feeling confused, that didn't sound like a sex thing.
"Yes. Age play." David told me, "It's when someone takes the role of someone who is a different age to themselves. Sometimes when people are doing age play, they will be a lot older or younger than they actually are."
"Okay." I said slowly, "So, do you want me to pretend to be middle aged or something? So you don't need to feel bad about sleeping with a teenager?"
David was laughing, "No, I like that you're young. I want you to play someone, a little younger though."
"A little younger?" I asked, feeling a bit confused by this. How could I be any younger than I already was?
"Yes." He said simply before telling me, "I want you to behave like you might when you were twelve, only, I also want you to call me 'Daddy'."
"Daddy?" I asked, feeling a little silly, "Why would you want me to call you that?"
David chuckled, "Because, I like being Daddy. I like to look after a girl, to play with taboo."
"Taboo?" I asked, "What taboo?"
"This sort of play is touching on a few taboos, but the one I like the most is playing with the incest taboo." He told me.
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