by Avery Kaye
He growls, thrusts his hips forward and fills my mouth with his salty cum.
Yes, yes, yes! I greedily slurp and swallow it up. Every drop. He slams his hips forward with every spurt, driving his cum down my throat again and again. Until he is spent.
At last, he sighs, pulls his cock out of my mouth and yanks up his pants. Then, his face flushed, he hooks his hands under my armpits and lifts me to my feet.
“You are very, very bad,” he whispers in my ear. “If I could, I would paddle your ass right now.”
I shudder and hot cream wets my panties. I lick my lips, enjoying the flare of arousal it ignites in his eyes and shrug. “Promises, promises,” I tease.
He presses an index finger to my lips. “Have no doubt. I’m a man who keeps his word,” he whispers as he pushes that fingertip into my mouth.
I circle the tip with my tongue. Then I nip, swallowing a giggle when he startles. “I’m counting on it, Dr. Conners.”
“On a serious note,” he says as he traces my lip with his fingertip, “Remember, what we’re doing is very risky. We have to be cautious. More careful than this. Especially when we’re on campus. Because I’m your teacher, you could end up in serious trouble. I can’t let that happen. I won’t.”
Now that my head is clearing, my gray matter is working a little better, and I remember Dr. Jacobs was still in her office when I came in here. “Yes. I understand. We need to be more careful.” With his words echoing in my head and the taste of his skin on my tongue, I step past him and open the door. I peer out, into the small lobby area where my desk is. From this vantage I can see Dr. Jacobs’ office door. It’s shut now. The lights are out. She’s gone. It’s safe to leave.
I can’t wait until Wednesday afternoon, when I work next. Maybe, if all the other teachers leave early, we’ll kiss.
Maybe we’ll do something else. Something naughty.
9
Jordan
Yes, we’re playing with fire. I know it.
I know the potential consequences. I’ve heard what happened to the other professors who’ve found themselves in lust/love with students.
And I’ve also learned from firsthand experience.
About five years ago someone I know (and once respected) was caught having an affair with a student. To cover his married, cheating ass, he let his student take the brunt of the fallout, which was horribly unfair. The consequences for having a student-teacher relationship are bad. The consequences for having a relationship with a student in one of your classes is even greater. And they’re far worse if either party is married. In this case, not only was the professor married but the student was enrolled in one of his classes.
When I found out that student was about to be thrown out of school, I stepped in. I couldn’t let that poor girl lose everything for having an affair with a married professor. There was something I could do.
I went to the dean, claiming she was having a relationship with me, not the other prof, knowing that sleeping with a single professor who wasn’t her teacher would reduce the consequences she would face. Because of what I did, the student was encouraged to leave school voluntarily, at the end of the semester, instead of being kicked out in the middle of the term.
I was suspended for a semester.
But when I returned, I received a stern warning.
If it happens again, married or not, I won’t be suspended. I’ll be fired. And the student, mine or not, won’t be given a choice to leave at the end of the semester. She’ll be forced out. Immediately.
Should I be doing this with Kelsey? No.
Would I have ever thought to do something so risky before? No.
But I can’t help myself. That sweet, naughty girl has done something to me.
I just have to be cautious. Extremely. I have to protect Kelsey.
Speaking of Kelsey, my naughty girl…the wicked things she can do with her mouth…Holy shit! My dick gets hard just thinking about it. Is it any wonder I’ve jacked off at least ten times to the memory of Monday night?
Today, after the hell she put me through on Monday, she is in for some punishment. If it’s safe. I’m going to put her over my knee and paddle that sweet ass of hers until it’s nice and red. And then I’m going to eat her pussy until she shatters into a million pieces.
That’ll teach her.
This is one lesson neither of us will forget.
But, again, only if it’s safe.
Lest you think this is just about sex, I assure you it’s not. There’s more here. So much more. A connection much deeper than merely physical.
Thanksgiving, I learned we are two battered souls that have found each other. Two lonely people who have been looking for that one person we can trust with our hearts. And we’re willing to trust, despite all the hurt and fear that could stand in our way, to take a chance with each other.
The sex, well that’s the icing on a very delicious cake. It’s knowing Kelsey loves me, that I can trust her not to hurt me, that I’m safe and can love her back, that means so much to me.
I can’t lose her. I can’t lose this.
We just have to be careful. If we wait until everyone has left, we’ll be okay. Those other professors, the ones who were caught, they weren’t cautious. They made stupid mistakes. Like going out together in public. We won’t do that.
Grimacing, I press on the front of my pants. My dick is straining the fly so bad, I think it might rip open.
I check the clock for the zillionth time. Five more minutes to go. Last time I checked it was six minutes. Every fucking minute is lasting a lifetime.
Wishing I could make time go faster, I stare at my computer screen. I should be working. But I can’t. I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t eat. Sleep. Work. Think. Nothing.
I hear someone.
My heart jumps. My nerves jangle. My skin prickles.
Footsteps. They’re clicking softly on the tile floor.
Coming this way.
I stare at the open doorway. I can’t wait to see Kelsey’s beautiful face.
“Hey there!” My colleague, Ashley Jacobs says, poking her head into my office.
Ashley isn’t Kelsey. Obviously. I’m disappointed.
“Hey,” I respond.
“My annual holiday kick-off party is this weekend. Saturday. My place. There will be food. And lots of alcohol. Will you come?” Ashley smiles. “You remember last year’s party, don’t you?”
I wish I could forget.
Last year I had too much to drink. That’s something I don’t usually do. Nor do I usually have drunken one-night-stands with anyone, especially other professors in my department. But, yes, I’m ashamed to say both happened, and from the come-and-get- me look on Ashley’s face, I’m guessing she’s hoping it’ll happen again this year.
Not a chance. None. Zero.
Not that I have anything against Ashley.
“I’m sorry. I have plans for Saturday,” I lie.
Ashley pushes out a pout lip. “Darn. I guess I should have talked to you about it sooner. I figured you’d keep the weekend open since the party is always the week after Thanksgiving…” She audibly sighs, the sound punctuated by the creaking of the department’s door hinges.
Someone just came in. Is it Kelsey?
“It was a lot of fun last year.” Ashley turns on the charm, widening her smile and strolling into my office. “Are you sure you can’t change your plans?”
“I’m sure.”
Footsteps. I hear footsteps. And the rumble of a wheeled chair gliding over the floor.
Yes, it’s Kelsey. She’s at her desk.
My heart starts galloping like a race horse.
“Okay. But it won’t be the same without you.” Ashley drifts even deeper into my office. She is an attractive woman. And intelligent. I can’t deny either. And had things worked out differently after last year’s party, who knows where we’d be right now. But it’s too late. Ashley had her chance. “Do you have any plans for New Year’s yet? I
’ll call in a raincheck if you’re free.”
“I’m sorry. I have plans for that night too.”
“Wow, okay.” Visibly disappointed, she heads for the door. “Someone’s become mighty popular these days, I guess. Let me know if your plans change.”
“Will do,” I say to her retreating back.
Yes, I regret last year. Only because we’d both been really drunk. And I regret today, hurting Ashley’s feelings by declining her invitation. But we had sex once. Then she started dating some other guy. I’m guessing they broke up. Now she’s decided she wants to hook up with me.
It’s too late.
Hoping Ashley will leave earlier today than on Monday, I try like hell to focus on my work. Most of the members of my department call it a day by six o’clock, including Ashley. I’m hoping that’s what happens today.
I check the clock. Shit. Time isn’t moving any faster now than it was before Kelsey arrived. In fact, it might be going slower.
This is pure torture.
I click on an email, from a student. I read the words, but I don’t comprehend a single one.
Still, I move to the next email.
I can’t focus.
And the next.
This is useless.
I shift gears, deciding to record an instructional video for my freshman calculus class, going over a sample problem from today’s assignment. By some small miracle I get through the whole thing and upload it so my students can access it online. Feeling accomplished, I do videos for the next few days’ assignments and load them too.
I check the clock.
Now, it’s moving. Halleluiah.
I dig back in, hoping the next time I check it’ll be after six. I’m in the middle of putting together a test for calculus two when I hear a soft knock.
It’s her.
My dick, which had gone soft, turns stone-hard again.
I check the clock. It’s five minutes to six. I did it. I survived. I’m so fucking relieved. But I don’t know if all the other professors are gone.
“I locked the department’s door,” Kelsey says, her voice soft. “Everyone’s gone.” She is standing in the doorway, playing with the bracelet I gave her and looking good enough to eat.
“Good.” My dick is trying to drill its way through my pants. It just might succeed. “Lock my door. Just in case. Then come here.”
Her pretty lips curve into a sweet smile. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“So have I.” I swivel my chair as she approaches, enjoying the sight. She walks so gracefully, I can’t stop watching her. How did I get so fucking lucky? When she halts in front of me, I place my hands on her hips and pull her onto my lap. “How is my girl?”
“Good.” She swings her arm over my shoulder. “Mmmm. Something is poking my ass.”
“It would like to poke lots of parts of you.”
“My mouth?”
A growl rumbles in my chest. This girl is going to drive me crazy. “You’re a bad girl, Kelsey.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” I cup her chin and brush my mouth across hers. “I’ve missed these lips.” Then, wanting to show her how much I missed her, I deepen the kiss, tracing the seam of her lips with my tongue. She opens but nips as I start to plunge my tongue inside her sweet depth. “Very bad.”
She giggles and squirms, her soft ass rubbing my hard-as-fuck cock and making me see stars. “I’m learning it’s fun to be bad.”
“Are you? Let’s see if you still think it’s fun after this.” I lift her by the waist. “Stand up.”
She stands and gives me a curious look. “What—“
“Drop your jeans.”
Her eyes widen. “What?” She smiles playfully. Her eyes glitter.
“I said, drop your jeans.”
“Okay.” Her gaze locks on mine and she unfastens the button and unzips them. Then she pushes them over her perfect hips, down her slender thighs until they drop on the floor. She slides her feet out of her shoes and kicks off her pants.
Now she’s standing before me fully clothed from the waist up but bare from the waist down, with the exception of one pair of sweet, sexy white panties.
My fantasy is about to come true.
My balls throb.
I pat my knees. “Come here, Kelsey. Stomach down, ass up.”
One brow arches. “What are you going to do? Spank me?”
“Yes.”
The second brow rises. She’s trying to look shocked, but she isn’t. “For real?”
“Yes.”
Her face flushes a pretty pink. She may be as excited about this as me. If not more. “Why?”
“Because you’ve been a very bad girl.” I waggle my eyebrows and pat my knees again. “Now, do what I say.” I give her a stern I-mean-business look. “I’m getting impatient.”
“Okay.” With playful sparkles glittering in her eyes, she lays her torso over my thighs, full breasts pillowed against them. “Like this?”
I stare at her firm, round ass and nearly cum. Holy hell, this is just like my fantasy. Exactly. “Yes.” I run my hand over her bottom. This is the world’s most perfect ass. And it’s mine. To stroke and kiss and spank. And I’ll do all those things. Every chance I get. And more. I squeeze and feel her body stiffen.
Her heart is pounding. I swear I can feel it against my thighs. And I feel her chest expanding every time she breathes. Which is often.
She’s turned on.
And I’m dying.
I slide my hand up. To the waistband of her panties. I hook my fingers over it, and pull them down slowly. My breath catches as the firm flesh is exposed to me, one delectable inch at a time. “Do you know the hell you’ve put me through?” My voice is tight and gritty.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“After what you did on Monday I haven’t been able to think about anything but you. Do you know what else I haven’t been able to stop thinking about?” I run my hand up, over the smooth, cool skin. Soon it will be warm and pink. “What I heard.”
“Heard when?”
“The first day of school. What you and your friend were talking about.”
“About…?”
Has she forgotten?
I haven’t.
I remember every word.
“’Once we graduate, we’re not off limits anymore. He can sleep with us without worrying about losing his job’,” I recite. “’Just imagine, Come here, little girl. Drop your panties and lay over my knee. You’ve been naughty.’”
“Ohhhh. That.” She giggles, and the sound bounces around inside me like little bubbles.
I lift my hand and bring it down fast, giving her ass a firm smack. She stops giggling and sucks in a little surprised gasp. Her flesh jiggles from the impact, the skin pinking almost instantly. I strike her a second time, and she flinches ever so slightly. But I can tell already that she is loving this. Loving it. Her spine arches, lifting her ass higher, like a cat asking to be petted. “Is this what you were hoping for?” I smack the other cheek, enjoying the sound, and the sight of the flush as it blossoms over her skin.
She squirms. “Ohmygod.”
“Is this what you want?” I strike her ass one last time, my dick twitching at her reaction.
“Yes,” she whispers as she arches her back even more, pushing that ass really high. She grabs my ankle. “Ohmygod, yes.”
“You want me to protect you when you’re scared. And to discipline you when you’re bad.” I run my hand over her warm skin.
“Yes.”
“And you need me to love you.” My hand slides lower, between her legs. I cup her hot, wet pussy. “I will love you. Forever. Open,” I demand, and she obeys, parting her thighs for me. I push a finger into her tight channel, halting when I hit the thin barrier of her innocence. My naughty girl is a virgin. I was so happy when I discovered that, on Thanksgiving.
I will be her first.
I will be her only.
My dick throbs. My b
alls throb. I want her so badly. I want to drill my cock deep inside her and fill her with cum. I want to hold her in my arms as she screams in ecstasy.
She whimpers, and I lift her by the waist, helping her off my lap. I stand and let her take my seat. Then I kneel before her and push on her knees, spreading them.
Her pussy is wet. Ready. I look up at her pretty face and her lips part. She whimpers, and I glide my hands up her legs, over silky skin.
My baby needs help. She needs release. “I’ll prove my love to you,” I promise, “every day.” I tease her folds with a fingertip, and she startles, tensing her thighs. “Trust me,” I murmur as I inhale, drawing in the delectable scent of her need. She smells so good. So damn good. I kiss the inside of her thigh, licking and nipping, and she rewards me with sweet moans.
The aching in my body amps up.
The closer I get to her hot center, the more my body burns. I’m Icarus, soaring toward the sun. The nearer I get, the more unbearable it becomes.
Yet I can’t stop myself.
I part her puffy lips and find her hard little clit. She’s so responsive, I know just diving in and devouring that sweet little pearl will be too much for her. She’ll cum right away. Like she did on Thanksgiving. Today I’m greedy. I want to draw this out. So I blow a gentle stream of air on it, like a soft caress. She quivers, letting me know she likes it. I do it again.
Kelsey is my first virgin. And I feel this enormous sense of responsibility, as if I must build up the anticipation for her first time.
And that starts long before our wedding night.
Every time we are together, I want to push her a little bit further. It will be foreplay. Weeks, no, months of foreplay. The longest fucking foreplay in history.
I lower my head and suck on her luscious inner lips. My mouth fills with her decadent flavor as I suckle, pulling on the delicate folds. She clenches her stomach and grabs my hair, shoving my face in her sweet little pussy.