The Good Student

by Espino, Stacey

  “What was your wife like?” she asked after a lengthy silence. The question sounded wrong when it passed her lips.

  “Not nearly as beautiful as you. But I don't want to talk about her.”

  His words snared her heart in a tight bind making breathing difficult. Why did he affect her so strongly?

  “Hmm. I was starting to think you regret the whole idea of taking me out tonight.” She fiddled with the straw in her soda glass.

  “I’m sorry. My mind is processing a lot of stuff right now.”

  She nodded. They were on a date and he didn’t have an hour to devote to her? “Work?”

  The expression on his face told her she was way off. “No. I’m thinking about us. About how we can possibly make things work if we chose to pursue this.”

  “Oh.” She sat up straighter.

  Mr. Taylor paid the bill with the portable debit machine and held his hand out to help her stand.

  “It’s getting late. Guess I should get you home,” he said. Hayden helped her slip on her jacket, slowly brushing her hair to the side, his fingers grazing her neck. She didn't want the evening to end.

  As they walked towards the car, night now blanketing the city, she stopped dead. “I want you to take me home.”

  “I plan to.” He jiggled his keys in front of her.

  “No. Your home.”

  He gave her a warning look which reminded her of a teacher scolding a student. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Kaya. I had a great night. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other better.”

  “Let’s start tonight,” she insisted. “Or…are you afraid of me?”

  “Very.”

  Kaya touched his chest with both hands and slowly progressed upwards until her hands lightly traced around his neck. He got quiet, and then pulled her closer by the waist until only a breath separated them.

  “Do you want to play a game?” she asked.

  He leaned his head lower and nuzzled her neck. She heard him inhale and felt the warmth of his lips on her skin. “What kind of game?” he murmured.

  “I’ll show you tonight. At your place.”

  Hayden pulled her closer until she could feel the rigid line of his cock against her softness. “What do I get if I win?”

  “Anything you want.” Her pussy tightened just thinking of the possibilities.

  "I guess coffee wouldn't hurt. Then I'll have to get you home or you'll be dead on your feet in class tomorrow." They settled in the car. He pulled out onto the streets, now shrouded by a moonless evening. There was a light rain, nothing heavy, but enough to dampen the pavement and windshield. The shift in weather mirrored her mood. Was she doing the right thing? She was setting herself up for disappointment if things didn't work out between them. Her fantasies included a happily ever after, not a one-night stand.

  "What about you? Are you an early to bed, early to rise kind of guy?" She watched his profile as he kept his eyes on the road ahead of them. Every move he made in the dark interior of the car—a rustle of leather, a wetting of lips, or flexing of his hand on the wheel—it all brought her temperature up to nearly unbearable levels. She wished he'd lose that precious control of his for two minutes and ravage her, but then again, it was his control that had attracted her to him in the first place.

  "Whatever suits me. When you live alone, you can pretty much do what you want." He turned slightly in her direction, locking eyes with hers. "I have a feeling tonight will be a late night." His playful smirk was followed by an ever so brief perusal of her body before he refocused on the road. She felt the heat of his inspection, hoping he liked what he saw.

  "Hayden?"

  He swallowed hard, turning the car to the side of the road. The streets were barren due to the hour and the fact the light spattering of rain had increased and now fell steadily. He shifted the car into park. "We're about two minutes away from my condo, but—"

  "Yes?" Was he desperate for her? Did he want to fuck her right here in the car? Or did he change his mind and want to drive her home?

  "I think I should take you home, Kaya." No!

  The sexual energy practically sizzled around them. "What? Why?"

  He soothed her nerves by running his hand from her shoulder to her hand. "It's not you." After a deep breath, he continued, "I haven't had a woman at my condo. Ever."

  "Okay."

  "Things could get carried away if we let them, and I don't want to scare you."

  How could Mr. Taylor scare her? She wanted him more than breath. Right now she'd do anything he asked of her without question, without regret. "You could never scare me. I know you're a good man."

  He shook his head. "You don't know me at all. You know Mr. Taylor, not Hayden."

  "Well, isn't that why we're spending time together? To change that?"

  She could see the tick in his jaw and knew he held onto precious control by a thread. Kaya wanted him to unleash the beast within, to become so aroused he couldn’t hold back.

  A lone set of headlights approached from behind, and a minute later the other car splashed by. "Why are you here with me, Kaya?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Why me? You're young, beautiful...you could have any man you want."

  "We can't choose who we have chemistry with any more than we can choose who we fall in love with. But you're the philosophy professor, you tell me."

  He smiled. She loved his smile. "I'd say daddy issues, but you've already told me you had good parents."

  She shrugged. "They were absentee parents most of the time. Does that help you slot me in a nice, neat category?"

  "Hmm. Abandonment issues." He tapped his chin, playing his role in their little game. "Is that why you're attracted to a man sixteen years older than you?"

  "Maybe I just want to enjoy your experience. Ever think of that?" she teased.

  The tick in his jaw worked harder as he stared at her. The rain came in waves, creating a static hush on the hood of the car.

  "Come here," he said, almost a whisper.

  Kaya leaned toward him on command. He smoothed his hand over her hair and touched his forehead to hers. "Hayden, don't you want me?"

  "You have no idea how badly. It's just so damn complicated."

  "It doesn't have to be. We're both adults." If he gave in would he fuck her right in the car? Her anticipation grew to such high levels she was ready to throw herself at him.

  He tweaked her nose. "You're just a baby."

  She scowled. This had to end. Like she'd told Cynthia, she'd take what she wanted from now on. And she wanted Hayden Taylor. At least if this relationship ended she couldn't blame herself for not making a move. Nobody would be able to call her passionless. Not if she was the aggressor. Kaya shifted to her knees, rising up higher than Hayden. He reached out and clutched her waist on either side. His hands were big and strong, nearly able to circle her thin waist.

  The space was impossibly cramped. But he'd set back the seats after they'd stopped so she had just enough room to swing one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. Her dress rose up to her waist when she parted her thighs.

  "Kaya, this isn't the place."

  "I don't care," she snapped. "I can feel your cock. It's hard and ready to fuck me. So do it." Her words and tone of voice shocked her, but she wouldn't be denied any more.

  "Shit," he muttered. "I'm going to regret this."

  "I doubt that." She reached between them and fiddled with his belt. His cock twitched against her moist folds, the fabric rubbing torturously against her. She wanted him inside her, but couldn't release his pants fast enough with her clumsy fingers. He caved, assisting her in unzipping his pants. She couldn't believe it and even wondered if this was one of her crazy dreams.

  When his erection was free, she could only see faint images in the dark, but his size impressed her. She wrapped her hand around his girth, her fingers unable to meet. He was so much larger than Eric had been. Would he even fit inside her?

  Hayd
en's behavior seemed to alter, his hands squeezing tighter, and breathing coming out in deep waves, like an animal preparing for the kill. He slipped his hand between then, the skin of his fingers grazing her pussy. She gasped aloud, her body was so responsive, so eager.

  "Teensy panties?"

  She smirked. "I thought it would be more fun this way."

  "It's definitely easier. If I had of known during dinner I wouldn't have been able to eat."

  Kaya rose up enough that Hayden could direct his erection where she needed it. Her thin G-string was easy to slip to the side. He ran the thick head back and forth in her overflow of moisture, coating himself. She looked him in the eye as she sank down on his cock, impaling herself to the hilt. He let out a staggered breath, his eyes closing briefly. "Oh God, that feels amazing, Kaya."

  She felt so full, stretched like she'd never been in her life. Kaya clenched around his length, savoring the connection. This was Mr. Taylor, the man she'd fantasized about. Now his cock was inside her. Even without a promise of tomorrow, she wouldn't change a thing.

  Chapter Ten

  Hayden never expected to know a woman's body again, certainly not one as young and sweet as Kaya's. Her little pussy was impossibly tight around his cock. The taboo setting, the sound of the rain, and the blonde's unrelenting passion—it all aided in pulling him into an erotic web. He became lost to her scent, the softness of her curves, and the knowledge of what was to come.

  When she began to work his erection, rising up and sliding down to his lap, his control wavered. If she continued the sweet torture, he'd end up turning the tables and fucking her long and hard. But she had him where she wanted him now, trapped in the confined driver's seat. She made throaty mewling sounds each time she'd come down. Hayden assisted her, lifting her up with a hand around a hip.

  A car splashed by, but he was too lost to care if anyone noticed them. He hadn't done anything so reckless since before he was married. He felt younger, stronger, free. This little beauty had unshackled him from his life of conformity with her willing body and sweet kisses.

  "Mr. Taylor..." Her words trailed off, her mouth parted and head tossed back. Why did she still call him his professor's name? Did the thought of fucking her teacher turn her on? Would she lose interest in him when he was no longer something to conquer? He hoped he wasn't deluded in thinking he could build something with Kaya. Although he felt a spiritual connection and intense chemistry, his feelings could be one-sided.

  "What is it, baby girl? Are you close?"

  "I don't know. I'm hot all over."

  She wasn't a blushing virgin, but Kaya had a lot to learn. Things he could teach her. He wanted to show her everything her eager body was capable of, a world of possibilities and intense pleasure. Whatever boys she'd been with until now hadn't done their job well. He could practically hear body her calling out, begging to be controlled, mastered in the bedroom.

  "Go faster and lean forward," he said. She was balancing the fine line between euphoria and release, but was too inexperienced to know how to cross it. Hayden slid his hands over the globes of her ass as she tirelessly worked his cock. He let his fingers trail dangerously close to her nether hole until, finally, he caressed the puckered rosette. The forbidden touch had the desired effect. She called out, her nails digging deep into his shoulders as her pussy gripped him in a tight lock. As her contractions eased he continued to thrust into her from below, her body bouncing on his lap until he met his own release.

  Hot jets of come filled her cunt, on an on. He drowned in the bliss, the orgasm washing through him like a baptism. This one woman had taken his world by storm, placing herself as the axis.

  "I'd never have guessed the shy, quiet girl in my philosophy class had such a naughty side."

  "You bring out the best and the worst in me," she said, her head now resting against his shoulder. He could have stayed like this forever. Her slight body slouched against him, her breath against his neck. The windows had a fog from their lovemaking, providing them privacy from the night.

  "I don't know what I'm going to do with you," he said reflectively. Hayden knew he couldn't give her up now, but also knew there was a long road ahead of them to make things work.

  ****

  They pulled into the underground parking lot of Hayden's condo a while later. The property was well kept in an expensive area of the city. Money didn't impress Kaya. She'd been raised with little in way of material luxuries. But for some reason the fact Mr. Taylor had money equaled security in her mind. It meant he would probably stay put, not travel, or move from home to home every few years. A nomad way of life was not what she sought.

  Everything about him pulled her in. Now that they'd consummated their relationship, that awkwardness out of the way, she felt more comfortable. That final element had been satisfied in ways that far exceeded her expectations. He had a huge cock and knew how to use it. He'd be able to satisfy her, teach her, unleash the passion others were incapable of doing.

  As they rode up in the mirrored elevator, she continually stole peeks in Hayden's direction. He became more handsome by the day, the hour. As her emotional investment increased, so did his desirability. She loved the thought of belonging to the teacher so respected and adored in the university. Now when she sat in class, her fantasies of the man would be memories, and plans for the evening. It would be their dirty little secret. Just for them.

  The soft, classical music soothed away the silence between them. "You're the first woman I've been with since my divorce," he said. "Just thought you should know."

  She stepped to his side of the elevator, running her hand down his tie. Even after having an orgasm, something she'd never had during sex, she wanted so much more. "I'm glad."

  Kaya wanted to say she'd like to be the last but didn't want to appear overzealous about their budding relationship.

  The elevator dinged, and Hayden led her out with a hand to the small of her back. The hallways were clean and richly decorated from the wine colored carpets to the cappuccino-colored walls.

  As he unlocked his door, half-way down the hall, her chest began to tighten. What would happen once they were alone again? What words would be exchanged?

  "Have a seat," he said as he flicked on a few soft lights. The counter light in his kitchenette and a floor lamp in the living room. Everything was blacks and browns, a masculine retreat not unlike his office. It didn't feel sterile though, but inviting and lived in.

  "How long have you lived here?"

  "Three years." He tossed his keys on the counter and opened the refrigerator. She wondered how he could have lived here for three years when he'd been divorced only two. Should she ask? "Things went south long before my divorce."

  Again, he seemed to read her thoughts. "That's too bad." She sat on the chocolate-colored leather sofa, the cushions soft and comfortable.

  He joined her a few minutes later, carrying two glasses of red wine. She took the one he offered and brought it to her lips. It was sweet, tasting of berries.

  Hayden smiled. "Non-alcoholic. Hope you don't mind."

  She shook her head, but didn't tell him she didn't drink. If anything she needed to appear more mature, not childish. The years between their ages had to be played down, not highlighted. She knew he had issues being older than her, but needed to prove to him that love could conquer all. It was his age, his humor and wisdom, that first attracted her to him. The fact she also thought he was the sexiest man alive was the icing on the cake.

  He set his drink on the black lacquer coffee table and leaned closer. Her heart rate picked up. "I wanted to set some things straight as I'm sure you've heard rumors about my divorce."

  "No, not really." Nothing beyond what Cynthia had told her, but she'd just transferred to the university.

  "Well, I was married for fifteen years. I can't remember a time things were happy, but I stuck with it out of commitment to my wife. We were incompatible in every way, but I was too young and blind to see that when we got together.
She had a growing issue with drinking, I had my issues in the bedroom. It was destined to failure from the beginning."

  "Fifteen years is a long time."

  "I guess everything happens for a reason, even if we don't accept it at the time." He played with hair, running it between his fingers. "What did you straighten your hair?"

  "I thought you'd like it."

  "I love your curls. You shouldn't have to change anything for me, Kaya. You're here because I want you."

  She swallowed hard, suddenly obsessed with seeing what Hayden looked like with his shirt and tie off. "There's not much to tell about me. Sometimes I'm ashamed with just how empty my life is."

  "Then I'll be sure to change that." He trailed his fingers lower until he slid two just under the neckline of her dress. "You're a special girl, Kaya—intelligent and sweet. I want to show you everything, the culture in this city, restaurants, museums...and many more things." His last words carried an erotic edge, his words trailing off. He slid the strap of her black dress down her arm and leaned over to kiss her shoulder.

  "What other things?" she coaxed. Her stomach fluttered with need. The subtle scent of his cologne tantalized her senses.

  "Things...Adult things." He kissed down her arm, his hand on her hip tugging her closer. When he lowered her dress over her bare breasts, he covered an areola with his hot, wet mouth. As he drew in her sensitive nipple, she dropped her head back and let out a sigh. "I think you're a little young for me to show you some of those things," he murmured.

  "Or you're too old to handle me. I can go all night and my body can take anything you subject me to," she teased. They were both beyond turning back now. Their words were just a game, foreplay for whatever else was to come.