Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day

by Sierra Sparks

  It’s an easy way for me to teach the first day of class. I just have to listen and figure out which ones of these kids are A students and which ones are C- students— rarely does a school let me give much lower of a grade than that, since they don’t want to lose tuition money— and which ones fall in between. This, in turn, makes grading a whole lot easier in the future.

  But when it’s Sarah’s turn, I realized I just fucked the best student in my entire class.

  “My project is a business plan and proposal for my business idea,” she says, with a mixture of shyness and pride. “My market research shows a great portion of couples in the New York City area who have no children but who also have good jobs and high incomes. A lot of these couples have pets, and they spend significant amounts of money on them. They also have values aligned with preserving the environment, and believe that recycling is important. Therefore, my business idea is a pet toy company that recycles common household items into toys for pets to play with, and even houses and crates and climbing activities for them to play with them in and on.”

  She curtsies a bit and then returns to her seat. I have to get back behind the podium because she just gave me a major hard on.

  “Very nice, Sarah,” I tell her. I try to be professional and diplomatic. “Next?”

  I can see her looking at me, though, and it’s all I can do not to look at her for the rest of the class. I can’t even glance in her direction or I’ll betray my feelings for everyone to see, and cause both of us problems, considering this is a school where students can’t even date each other, let alone their professors.

  As class draws to an end, I wonder how I’m going to go all semester without taking Sarah into my arms and fucking her again. I begin to realize another thing that’s different here than at Harvard— there’s a girl in my class that I’ve been with and that I want to be with again.

  Chapter 14 – Sarah

  1 Month Later

  It’s been torture being this close to Adam— Professor Masters, as I always have to remind myself— and not being able to do anything about it. I couldn’t believe it when he’d walked into my classroom and pronounced himself the teacher. Although I hadn’t realized he was who he was, it all started to make so much sense.

  It’s obvious he’s still into me, yet he doesn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t even so much as acknowledge that he knows me. I don’t want to seem pathetic, so I don’t say anything to him, either.

  Yet every day I have to sit in class in front of him is excruciating. I keep remembering his hands on my ass and his tongue on my clit. Not to mention his cock in my hole. It had filled me up completely and I want it again so badly.

  All I seem to do, day after day in this class, is fantasize about how good it felt to be with him. And how I want to be with him again. I want him to pick me up and wrap my legs around his toned abs so I can slide my pussy up and down him before he slides his cock inside me. It’s driving me crazy and I can’t help but need him so badly.

  But clearly, he’s not going to give me what I want— what I need— to have again. He goes on with his lectures up in front of the class as if I didn’t stop his whole world the way he did mine.

  Sure, the money has changed my life. I’ve been able to rent an apartment and pay for my tuition and I still have so much money left over. I don’t even need to be in school but I truly believe in my business idea. This is about more than all that, though.

  There’s some bigger draw that pulls me closer to Adam. Every day when he teaches, I stare at him, wishing I could have him. He stares back but he never says anything.

  Today, though, he seems to be sending me signals. Or maybe it’s only in my head. I can’t help but think he’s throwing glances in my direction, looking at me up and down.

  Finally, towards the end of class, he makes his move. And I’m determined to make my own, right back.

  “Sarah, would you please come up to the front of the class to demonstrate an aspect of your business plan?” he asks me.

  I clear my throat and obey, my heart pounding as I approach him. All eyes are on me now: every student’s in the room. And his.

  “I’m going to do a 70% online advertising approach, and a 30% in person outreach plan,” I tell him, drawing a pie chart on the blackboard. “And then once I have positive results from one or the other, I switch over to the other method and continue delivering the kinds of advertisements that lead to the best result.”

  When I turn back around, his eyes are on my ass. He nods approvingly and then looks back at the blackboard.

  I decide it’s time to take the plunge and hint about something.

  “Why do you think this idea will work?” he asks.

  I feel vulnerable and exposed, being up in front of the class with him quizzing me.

  “Because I give the consumer exactly what they want,” I answer him, while raising my eyebrows seductively. “They just keep coming back for more.”

  The other students giggle, as if catching on to her innuendo but not— hopefully— realizing it’s aimed at him.

  But he raises his eyebrows right back at me, letting me know that he’s caught my drift, and he likes it.

  Finally. Things seem to be going somewhere again. And I can’t wait to see where they lead.

  Chapter 15 – Sarah

  I can’t believe Sarah is flirting with me so brazenly, in front of the entire class. But I also can’t help but like it.

  “That’s enough,” I tell her, and then, because I can’t help myself, “Please see me after class.”

  She looks very pleased with herself as she returns to her seat. I can’t help but feel that she’s teasing me, taunting me. Will she charge me more money to be with her again?

  I can’t be with her again. It’s against the school’s code and against my agreement with Harvard. Not to mention, it’s against my own dating code. But as the end of class draws near, I can’t stand the anticipation.

  Why does she have to do this to me? I wish I didn’t have to be around her nearly every day, but I also love that I am. It’s torture and it’s driving me mad.

  Finally, it’s the end of class and the other students disperse.

  Sarah remains in her desk.

  I follow the last student to the door, joking jovially with him about who knows what— my brain is a fog; my cock just wants Sarah again. I close the door and lock it behind me.

  The click of the lock tells me that I want to be with Sarah, for the second time, which is something I never want. But it doesn’t mean she’ll give into me. And it doesn’t mean I should let myself have my every desire, when it’s against the rules.

  But since when have I followed the rules?

  “I thought you were never going to ask me to stay after class,” Sarah says, breaking the tension between us. “I’ve been like a kid waiting for Christmas.”

  I can’t help but chuckle, even though what we’re about to do is no laughing matter.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I tell her, without being able to stop myself.

  Her mouth falls open, as if she’s as surprised as I am that I just said that. Then she says, “Me neither,” and walks over to my desk.

  “Stop,” I tell her, before she reaches my chair. “We can’t do this. I…”

  I take a breath, but figure that she’ll hear about it soon enough if she hasn’t already, so I might as well tell her.

  “I’m known to have a certain reputation,” I tell her, with a sigh.

  “That’s funny,” she says, raising an eyebrow at me. “So am I.”

  “What?” I ask, confused. “But you’re a virgin.”

  “Do you think that matters, at a school like this? With a dad like mine?”

  I cock my head at her, still confused.

  “My dad’s a pastor,” she says, “a couple towns over. A town even smaller than this.”

  “I see,” I tell her, nodding my head. “I can see how that could be difficult. But it�
��s all the more reason not to do this.”

  I’m convinced that I have to be stern, resolute. Not give in to my instincts when clearly both of us have a lot to lose.

  “I guess that’s that, then,” she says, and begins to walk away from me.

  I want to cry out to her to come back, but I’d feel pathetic. And I know it’s the right move.

  But right then and there, she drops the long skirt she’s wearing, just like she dropped the dress she was wearing at The Exchange Club. I can see her perfect ass, and she’s wearing a red thong, as if she’s been waiting for this very moment.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you took my virginity,” she says. “Do you think that after we finally have a chance to be alone together, that I would let you go so easily?”

  “I suppose not,” I tell her, staring at her perfect ass checks.

  She bounces them up and down a couple times, which I love, because they’re round and full. I want to put my cock in between them.

  “Do you want to fuck me again, or not?” she asks, turning to look back at me.

  “Get over here,” I tell her. “Your teacher needs to discipline you for being such a naughty girl.”

  She obeys, and I start taking off my pants after removing a condom from the wallet I keep in the pocket, and put it on. As soon as she’s in my lap, I’m in heaven.

  I lower her down onto my hard cock, and it responds happily, since it’s been waiting way too long to do this. I haven’t been able to even think about any other girl.

  I hold onto her hips and lower her and then raise her, up and down, on my cock, as I sit in the chair behind the desk. I can’t believe we’re doing this in my classroom. If we got caught, it could ruin us both. But there’s an excitement to the danger that I can’t deny.

  “Oh, my God, Professor Masters,” Sarah calls out. I love how she says my name like that. “You feel so good. I’m gonna come. Oh, my God.”

  “Come for me,” I say in her ear, and she grips my desk while I grip her ass cheeks.

  She moans under her breath, trying not to be too loud, while she rides my cock.

  Finally, she leans back into my chest, exhausted. But I’ve been waiting for this, and I’m not done yet. I turn her around so that she’s straddling me, and fuck her like that. I take her shirt off so that her tits bounce up and down in front of my face while she rides me. She comes again, and I feel like a God.

  I pick her up and lay her down on my desk. She wraps her legs around my waist as I enter her again. She’s dripping wet because she’s come so much. I push myself in and out of her while she reaches back and holds onto the other side of my desk.

  She’s quite flexible, and I love it.

  “I never do this,” I tell her, as I thrust in and out of her.

  “You never fuck a girl on your desk?” she asks me.

  I laugh.

  “I never fuck a girl more than once.”

  “Well, I never fuck anyone at all, so I’ve got you beat.”

  I laugh as I pump myself in and out of her and then I feel a pulling at the base of my balls.

  “I’m gonna come,” I tell her, and then I feel the sweet release.

  I look down at her tits bouncing and her pussy spread wide open for me while I fuck her, and I know I’m a goner. I’ve met my match, and now I never want to let her go.

  Chapter 16 – Sarah

  3 Days Later

  I enter the restaurant, dressed in something I went and bought specifically for this occasion— a date with Adam. None of my normal clothes would do, and I felt no desire to dress like a religion I no longer really believed in, anyway.

  I don’t see how God would want to deny me the pleasure of my heart and body. He put me on this earth to feel things, and feel them I do with Adam.

  Earlier in class, Adam handed back tests he had corrected. Mine had a 98% on it and said “See me after class— at Hot Cocoa at 8”, in what I had come to know as Adam’s chicken scratch handwriting.

  I’d had to use Google on the new Kindle Fire I’d bought myself to learn that Hot Cocoa was a hip new restaurant in Manhattan. I gladly took the train into the City after buying myself this dress.

  After what happened the other night, I wasn’t sure what Adam was thinking. He acted nonchalant in class but I knew he didn’t want to get either of us into trouble. I was sure he would want to be with me again, but I just didn’t know when. And that part had been killing me.

  “Right this way, Miss,” says the hostess, as if she has been waiting for me.

  She brings me to a table in the back where Adam is waiting. He was early and I’m impressed.

  “Why hello, my top student,” he says, as I sit down. “Way to get 98% on the test. But still not perfect, which is why I called this meeting.”

  I laugh, and then say in all seriousness, “Actually, I have a bone I want to pick with you about that.”

  “That’s funny,” he says, “because I have a bone I want to put in you.”

  We laugh again but then I continue.

  “The one I got wrong was a trick question,” I tell him. “You asked about market trends but you didn’t specify local, regional or national market.”

  “Very true,” he agrees, after thinking about it. “But I can’t change your grade to 100% or people will know I’m playing favorites.”

  “Hey!” I protest. “There’s no playing favorites about it. I’ve been doing well in your class despite our… personal relationship.”

  “True again,” he says. “You are definitely one of the smartest students I’ve ever had. And I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually.”

  I look at him with interest and then he continues.

  “I’ve reviewed your high school transcript,” he says. “And your SAT scores. I already knew you had a brilliant business mind. But everything matches up to the point where I have to ask you— have you considered Harvard?”

  “I never considered anywhere but Hudson because it was where my dad said I had to go,” I answer him, honestly.

  “Well, now that you’re on your own two feet, maybe you can look into other options for the future.”

  As the waiter brings our drinks that Adam had already ordered— just waters, since I can’t legally drink— and gets our food orders, I can’t help but think of another joke.

  “You wanted to see me after class to talk to me about my future college plans?”

  “Not exactly,” he says, with a grin. “But everything I want to talk about is related.”

  He’s being very serious now, so I stop the joking. My heart pounds in my chest.

  “I need to tell you something you’ll probably hear about at some point if you don’t already,” Adam says. “I have been quite the lady’s man. And I don’t mean being a little forward with dates, like you say you have a reputation for. Those wimpy guys don’t know how to treat a woman, so their opinion and any rumors about that don’t count.”

  I blush, glad he doesn’t think I’m too forward.

  “But I was more than forward,” he says. “And the whole reason I’m teaching at Hudson is because I was too much of a problem for Harvard. They had to put me on an administrative leave of sorts.”

  I shrug and can’t resist saying, “Well, I knew it wasn’t because you needed intellectual stimulation from students who live in the sticks.”

  He laughs, a full, loud belly laugh that I love.

  “That may be true, but I sure am glad for it, because that’s how I met you.”

  And now he looks at me very seriously.

  “And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about tonight,” he says. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I also know you’re different than girls from my past. Not only did I want to be with you again sexually, which is rare, but I also can’t help but fall for you emotionally as well.”

  Now it feels as if fireworks are exploding in my stomach. The waiter brings our food but I’m not even hungry. I�
�m just so excited that Adam feels about me the same way I’ve been feeling about him.

  “I’m going to tell you something I don’t tell anyone,” he says. “So you know there’s a reason for my insanity.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, my palms becoming sweaty with anticipation. I feel something magical in the air, as if he and I are really meant to be.

  “I was once engaged,” he says, taking a bite of his filet mignon as if to gather strength to tell me the rest of the story. “But my fiancée was in a car accident. I was driving, but it wasn’t my fault. Another driver came out of nowhere and hit us. But I could never shake the feeling that I was responsible. That if I had somehow been able to see the car, and swerve out of the way—”

  I put my hand over his.

  “Survivor’s guilt,” I tell him, nodding. I’d read about it, in my psychology class last semester. But I’m sure that’s nothing compared to living through it. “It’s a real thing. But it wasn’t your fault.”

  “I know that now,” he says. “I realize I’ve spent the rest of my life holding myself back, cutting myself off to love, but then when I met you, I just couldn’t live that way anymore. I have to open myself back up to it, or I’ll miss the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, too,” I say, and he squeezes my hand across the table.

  “Good. I want to propose something,” he says.

  “Okay,” I tell him, holding my breath, just knowing that this is going to change my life.

  “Be my secret lover for the next two months, until the end of the semester,” he says. “And then be my real lover. Out in the open. For all the world to see.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, without even having to think about it. “But what, exactly, is your plan? How do you plan to pull that off?”

  “Well, I figure that for the rest of this semester we can just meet here in the City for our rendezvous,” he says. “It’s a big city, and I doubt anyone will find us.”

  “I doubt anyone will be looking,” I tell him. “I mean, it’s not as if many kids from Hudson are allowed to come here and party or anything. The only way I’m able to be out after curfew is because they still think I live with my parents.”