by Finn, Amber
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The next day, Avery felt almost recovered from the night before. She was thinking clearly now and knew that nothing could happen between her and Blake. She had a day before the next class, so some time in the office was necessary to prepare her lecture.
As Avery approached Tinley Hall, the English Department, she wondered if she would ever grow tired of the large willow trees that were symmetrically placed outside the front door. It reminded her of the giant willow in her childhood backyard that she used to climb every day in the summer to the very top and just swing in the breeze. Ivy scaled the walls along the side of the deep-red brick building. She gathered her thoughts and entered the building. She was grateful to have a lecture to prepare. She needed the distraction.
Avery wasn’t seated at her desk more than a minute when there was a knock at the door. Dread filled her as it swung open before she could say, “Come in.” As she expected, Blake strode in smiling and took a seat on the corner of her desk. It was all Avery could do to resist running her hand up his thigh. She cleared her throat. “Can I help you with something, Mr. Emory?”
“Come on, Avery. Aren’t we at first names by now?” Blake asked so charmingly.
“Fine, Blake. What can I do to help you?”
“I want a date.”
Avery nearly jumped out of her chair as she exclaimed, “What?” She continued, “I thought I made it perfectly clear that we cannot happen, Mr. Emory”
“Ah, my dear Avery. But you need more information before making such a big decision.” “Are you crazy? What are you talking about?”
Blake stood up and put his hands on either side of her face. “I’m talking about this.” He kissed her slowly and gently. It was a romantic, alluring kiss. He did not kiss her long. He finished the kiss and softly pressed his lips to her forehead. He then turned and left her office, leaving Avery stunned and wanting more. Now what am I going to do? He’s just made it so much harder to say no. Damn him!
Chapter Two
Avery Jackson walked into her classroom on day two, feeling somehow worse than she did on day one. Only this time, her nerves weren’t about greeting a classroom of nameless, faceless students. They were nerves about seeing one person—Blake Emory. She should not have let it go as far as she did the other night, but she was powerless to stop it. When Blake touched her, she couldn’t think of anything but wanting more. She could not allow herself to get involved with someone, however, who racked up lovers like billiard balls. Avery Jackson believed in monogamous relationships.
Avery allowed a glance at Blake and was relieved, and disappointed, to see him reading his notes and not looking at her at all.
“All right, everyone. Let’s work with those drafts. I’m going to divide you into groups of four, and you will work as peer reviewers as you read and critique one another’s drafts. Mr. Emory and I will wander the room to offer any assistance as you work.”
The tension was palpable as Avery and Blake worked the room as they passed by one another, moving from group to group. Avery turned to head back to her desk and didn’t see that Blake was standing with his back to Avery as he turned to the next group. They turned into one another, and Avery felt her knees turn to water.
“Dr. Jackson.”
“Mr. Emory.”
Avery made it back to her desk, hoping none of the students felt the electricity that jolted through her. Avery wrapped up the class and reminded the students of their assignments for the following week. The students emptied the room, and Avery, again, stayed at her desk, still waiting for her office to be set up. The door closed, and she heard the shade come down and the door lock.
She looked up, startled to see Blake coming towards her. He stopped at her desk and put a piece of paper on it. Avery picked up the paper and saw her handwritten note at the bottom. “Blake, look...”
“No, you look. You made a decision about me when you knew nothing but my name. I’m a serious academic, Avery. I’m no playboy. I let those rumors persist because it keeps the women away, so I can concentrate on my studies. The truth is, I’ve been with three women in my life. My high school girlfriend, my college girlfriend, and a woman I dated after college. I sleep with one woman at a time and only when in an established relationship. What happened the other night took me by surprise as much as it did you. But I can promise you this, I wasn’t going anywhere after. In fact, I was looking forward to many more nights like that one. Now, if you think you can handle a relationship with me while we work together this semester, then I’d like to give this another shot. What do you say?”
Avery stood and, unable to say anything, simply nodded. Blake walked around her, took her briefcase off the table, and set it on one of the students’ desks. Avery watched, not sure what he was doing. With the large desk now cleared, Blake came to Avery and picked her up. Avery gasped as she realized his intent. She hooked her legs around his waist. Blake yanked off his shirt and laid it on the desk as he laid Avery back down on top of it. He dropped his shorts with one hand as his other hand wandered up Avery’s skirt to discover the thong he knew would be there.
Blake pulled that delicate thong down, away from Avery’s pussy that was already wet with anticipation. He plunged his finger deep inside her and rubbed her clit back and forth until Avery felt that first gush of sweet wetness crying out in response to her first orgasm.
Blake then pulled off Avery’s shirt and bra and took one nipple in his mouth. He flicked the nipple back and forth and sucked on it until Avery shivered in delight. Blake cupped the other breast and caressed it over and over. Avery, unable to take it any longer, reached down and grabbed Blake’s penis and began to stroke up and down.
Blake’s eyes flew open at Avery’s touch. Avery smiled and drew him to her and kissed him deeply. Blake groaned and grabbed Avery’s hand. He grabbed the other hand and raised them both above her head. Avery arched her back towards Blake sensing what was to come as Blake thrust his penis into Avery’s swollen, pulsing vagina. Blake matched the move with his tongue in Avery’s mouth. She tilted her hips to get Blake to penetrate as deeply as he could.
“So you want me to ride you, do you?”
“Please,” was all Avery could get out.
Blake started his movement in and out as he continued to hold Avery’s hands back. He moved slowly, in and out, until Avery thought she would lose her mind. She was unable to touch Blake as his penis rubbed inside her. He was so hard and so big. He set off sensations she had never felt before. Her clit was sending wavelengths of alternating feelings of warmth, foggy unawareness, and vibrating jolts with bursts of euphoria in between. She was in her own world and had no idea when Blake ejaculated and stopped moving. When she finally opened her eyes, she began to shake. She looked around and saw Blake staring down at her, smiling.
“Welcome back.”
“Where’d I go?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
“I think I went to heaven and back.”
Blake smiled and wrapped her up in his arms. Avery was still shaking as she was coming down from her euphoric state. He helped her get her bra and shirt back on and retrieved her thong before redressing himself. Avery sat up and blinked as the fog was lifting.
“Well, that was certainly unexpected.”
“I want to see you again.” Blake came and stood in front of the desk where Avery sat.
“Well, you’ll be seeing me every day in the department as my assistant. Of course, I’m hoping that’s not what you meant.”
Blake placed a hand on each of Avery’s cheeks and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. He kissed her for several minutes and ran his hands through her hair while he did. Avery ran her hands up Blake’s hard, muscled chest in response.
“Is that what you were hoping for?” Blake asked.
Avery smiled. “So, when will I see you again?”
“Tonight?”
“Sure, would you like to come to my home?” Avery responded.
“See where y
ou sleep at night? Wouldn’t miss it.”
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Avery had little of the apprehension she had the last time she prepared to meet Blake. This time she knew this was not a work date. This time she knew he was attracted to her, too. This time she knew how the evening would end. Blake arrived right on time. He looked so handsome. Avery realized she hadn’t appreciated his looks before. He was stunningly good-looking. His eyes were so clear-blue they were almost translucent. They set off his dark black hair, identifying his roots from the British Isles. He did not, however, inherit the inability to tan and had a deep, dark summer tan. He took Avery’s breath away.
Avery invited Blake in and gave him a tour of the first floor.
“This is a great place, Avery. I can see why you jumped on it so quickly. I love the open floor plan.”
“That’s what did it for me, too. Would you like to take our drinks out back? There’s a lovely patio, and it’s still so warm.”
Blake agreed and helped carry the bottle of wine Avery had chilled for the evening to the patio while Avery got out the glasses. They sat at the table and chairs and drank quietly for a few minutes before Avery broke the silence
“So, tell me, Blake Emory. Since you are my graduate assistant, what are your plans for your PhD? Teach? Write? Where did you get your Master’s, anyway?”
“Am I being interviewed, or is this a casual conversation?” Blake smiled as he answered but was clearly dodging the question.
“Strictly casual. I’m not interested in finding a new graduate assistant. The job is yours.”
“Okay then. My plans are to learn everything you have to offer this semester. It’s my final semester, and my dissertation is shaping up quite nicely. I plan on graduating in December and most likely adjunct here in the spring unless, by some miracle, a full-time job presents itself between fall and spring semester somewhere else. Otherwise, I’ll be sending out my curriculum vitae and attending the MLA convention to make those ever-so-important connections.”
As Blake spoke, her heart sank. Of course he’ll be looking for a full-time job elsewhere, you idiot. What did you expect him to do? Teach part-time here simply because you’ve had one good fuck and he’s supposed to put his career aside? Avery shook her head as she realized what she knew deep down all along. She knew that their time would be limited and most likely short. What the hell. Let’s make the most of it. I’m tired of playing by the rules. I’ll deal with a broken heart later.
“Avery? Are you in there?”
Avery blinked as she realized that Blake was calling her name. She looked at him. He was within arm’s reach. Avery put her wine glass on the table behind her. She reached over and unbuckled Blake’s shorts, slid her hand over each of his abdominal muscles, and then down to his penis, which was already growing hard at her first touch. Avery’s backyard was fenced in and private, so she stood and came to kneel in front of Blake’s chair. She pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and with one hand cupped his balls and the other hand encircled his now engorged penis and began to stroke up and down. Avery heard moaning and realized it came from her as she was getting excited herself. She bent forward and used her tongue to circle the head of Blake’s cock.
He grabbed the back of Avery’s hair. “Oh, shit!”
She opened her mouth to make room for his large, hard dick and took it fully in her mouth. She continued to stroke his balls with her right hand as her left hand still stroked the shaft, now increasing the pressure. She could feel the semen inside straining to release. Her mouth matched the rhythm of her hands moving up and down. She took his penis in so far, it reached the back of her throat. When his penis reached the back of Avery’s throat, it was Blake’s undoing.
“Oh, Jesus, Avery, I can’t hold back any longer.”
Avery felt the rush of warm fluid flow down the back of her throat as Blake released the semen that had been just waiting to come out. She continued to stroke his shaft as it shuddered in relief. She decreased the pressure ever so slowly and then gave the head one final flick of her tongue before raising her head.
Blake stared down at Avery in a daze. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve never had a blow job like that in my life. Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?”
Avery smiled. That wasn’t the first blow job she’d ever given, but she knew it was different. She’d hoped he felt it was good, but the best? That gave her immense pleasure. “I was inspired.”
“By what?”
“Not by what, by whom.”
Blake’s eyes darkened with desire. He stood and took Avery with him.
“It’s time we take this to the bedroom, so I can show you how you inspire me.” Avery began to shake in anticipation but somehow found the way to show Blake to the bedroom. He left his shorts on the patio and discarded his shirt on his way up the stairs. As they stood in the bedroom, Blake was completely naked.
“I think you are a bit overdressed, Avery.”
It was now Blake’s turn to undo Avery’s shorts and drop them and her thong to the floor. He raised her shirt above her head and made quick business of her bra. They stood face-to-face, just inches apart, both completely naked but not touching. The sexual tension was so hot between them, Avery was afraid if they touched, there would be an actual electrical spark.
“Now this is more like it. You are so beautiful. I could look at you all day.” Avery closed her eyes. Blake’s words caressed her and stimulated her. Blake picked her up and laid her down gently on the bed. “But touching is so much more enjoyable,” he whispered.
Avery shuddered as Blake’s hand started at her ankle and began its way up her leg, across her abs, cupped both breasts, then stopped at her right cheek where his thumb lightly stroked back and forth. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly and tenderly. Avery whimpered at the tenderness, the beauty of the kiss, and stroked his cheek in return. Blake looked down into Avery’s beautiful blue eyes and smiled.
His right hand now began its travels back down towards her breasts but kept on going. Avery held her breath as he made his way to her vagina, which was already wet and waiting. She spread her legs, inviting his fingers to do their magic. Blake began with his middle finger. He flicked her vulva back and forth, which was so maddening Avery thought she would pass out. She clutched onto Blake’s back, digging in, pressing him to enter her. Begging him. Yet, he didn’t comply, using his middle finger in search of her clit, circling and pressing against her vagina.
“Oh, God, no. This is too much.” Her pelvis pressed up against his hand in invitation to drive against it. Finally he complied. She fucked his finger. Orgasm one.
He then inserted his second finger. Avery gasped in pleasure.
“No rest for the weary, my dear.”
His second finger now scooped further back—deeper towards her cervix, towards the elusive A-spot. With two fingers now working their magic, Avery truly wondered if she was losing consciousness. Her world was hazy. She couldn’t hear Blake if he was talking to her, she had no idea if she was even talking. Jolts of intense pleasure coursed through her body. She thought she could hear herself begging Blake to take her before she lost her mind, but she wasn’t sure. Then finally, she felt the rush. It was almost painful, yet it felt so good. As she struggled to catch her breath, she opened her eyes and saw Blake smiling. It was a mischievous smile.
“You look like you’re up to something,” Avery said cautiously.
Blake reached out and grabbed her hand. He led it down to his engorged penis. “We’re not finished yet. This is just halftime.”
Avery smiled. As much as she enjoyed Blake’s finger bringing her to orgasm, she really wanted his dick. It was so big and felt so good this morning. But this morning was on top of a desk. She wanted to feel him inside her while in a bed.
As is if on cue, Brett didn’t waste any more time and slid his penis into Avery’s pussy. Avery couldn’t think anymore. If she thought she wouldn’t be able to reach orgasm again after the first two,
Blake’s cock dismissed the notion. As he rode her back and forth, he filled her so fully, touching every nerve. He reached every spot. Avery wrapped her legs around Blake’s back and raised her pelvis to meet each of Blake’s thrusts. Together they reached orgasm and lay connected to one another for several minutes after breathing heavily and coming down from their euphoric rise. Blake gently wiped Avery’s hair away from her face, gazing into her eyes.
“You amaze me, Avery Jackson, in so many ways. How did I live before you came along?”
“I’m sure you survived just fine, as you will again when you’ve moved on.”
Avery sat up and went to the master bathroom to clean up. Her closet was attached to the bathroom, and she changed into a clean T-shirt and shorts. When she returned, Blake was sitting up in bed. He had retrieved his boxers and shorts from the patio but had only put his boxers back on. For some reason, that pleased Avery. Did that mean Blake meant to stay awhile longer? A lot longer?
“What did you mean by your last remark? What makes you think I’ll be moving on?”
“Of course you are. You’ll be searching for a full-time job, remember? That could be anywhere. The likelihood of it being here is rather small, don’t you agree?”
“Well, sure, but there are a dozen or so colleges and universities in a sixty-mile radius of here, don’t forget.”
Avery had forgotten. This was a dense area for higher education. Blake would be willing to drive that far to stay in the area?
“Is that where you’ll be applying?”
“Of course. They are my first choice—all of them, if that’s possible. I don’t want to leave the area, especially now.”
Avery warmed at the last remark. Could this really be happening? This feels so right, but it’s too soon. It has to be.
“That would be wonderful. They are all great institutions.”
“Yeah, and if all else fails, I can adjunct at a bunch of them for a while until something opens up.”