Schooled by Love: 3 Sexy Stories about What Really Happens on Campus

by Lily Langford

  I look down at my watch and realize that it’s already after eight. I’ve been here way too long and I’ve gotten myself into a situation that I’m not sure I should be in.

  “I’ve got to go.” I say, standing up and turning to Jeff. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”

  Before he can even respond, I’ve rushed over to the chair I had been sitting in earlier. I grab my purse from the seat and throw the strap over my shoulder so that I can get a move on. I’m a little bit shocked so I almost make a wrong turn to get out of Jeff’s house, but I manage to make it out just fine.

  As I buckle up my seatbelt and turn the key in the ignition, I cringe, thinking about everything that just happened.

  What is wrong with me?

  +++

  “You what?”

  I’ve just finished telling Michelle about my sticky situation that I’m in. I texted her and asked her to meet me at the library cafe. I didn’t want anyone in the department to overhear us talking and this way we can have some caffeine while we catch up.

  “I kissed Jeff.” I whisper to her again.

  She smiles. “I heard you. I just felt like I had to repeat myself for dramatic effect.”

  “I need your help.” I tell her. “So stop smiling and start thinking about the great advice you’re going to give me.”

  “But no pressure?” She asks.

  I give her a look.

  “You want him.” She says. “It’s obvious. Imagine what would have happened last night if you hadn’t left. He would have put his kids to bed and then he would have taken you to bed right after.”

  I can feel my cheeks going red.

  “See?” Michelle says. “Your face is saying it all right now.”

  She’s right. I don’t even bother giving her the satisfaction of agreeing with her. Instead, I look down into my mug of tea. If this were loose leaf tea, I would question what my tea leaves would say.

  “Maybe you’re right.” I say noncommittally. “But it’s wrong to want him. He’s my boss. Imagine what the other teachers would say if they found out.”

  “Who says they have to find out? It’s not like Andrew and I have gone public about our relationship. And you know why?”

  I shake my head.

  “Because it’s nobody’s business except ours.”

  We talk for a while longer. I’m still not exactly sure what I’m going to say to Jeff the next time I see him, but I do feel better about the whole thing. I need to channel my inner-Michelle and just not give a fuck about what other people think.

  Michelle has to leave once she gets to the bottom of her coffee cup because her first class is meeting across the campus. I decide to stay in the coffee shop for a bit longer. I pull out my phone to take a look at my emails and the most recent one is from Jeff.

  My hands tremble as I double click on the envelope to open it.

  He says that he’s going to be in meetings all day but that he’s like to talk to me this evening if I have time time. I’m meeting with some members of the literary magazine this evening so I tell him I can meet him at his office afterward.

  Great. See you then.

  Even I can’t read more into those words, and I’m the queen of reading too much into everything. I’ll just have to wait until tonight to find out what he wants.

  +++

  “Come in.”

  Jeff’s office is fairly dark when I enter. The blinds are closed and the only light is coming from a larger table lamp on the corner of his desk.

  “Is this a bad time?” I ask. “I thought we were meeting now.”

  “Sorry, sorry.”

  He takes off his glasses and stands up so that he can start clearing off his desk. Then he realizes that the chairs on the other side of his desk are completely covered with files as well.

  “I got caught up in my work again.” He says with a small smile. “Guilty.”

  “There are worse things to get caught up in.” I tell him.

  “Yeah, well. I wanted to make a good impression on you when you came in here tonight.”

  “What?” I ask, entering the room further. “You’ve already made a good impression on me.”

  He’s on the other side of the room, stacking files on top of a bookcase when he turns around to look at me.

  “I’m sorry, Kelly.”

  “For last night?” I ask him.

  He nods. “It was inappropriate of me to kiss you. I don’t know what came over me. But I regret my actions and I won’t do that again.”

  “I hope you don’t mean that.” I say quietly.

  Now it’s his turn to be surprised.

  “What?”

  He’s coming toward me now. We’re close enough to touch, but we keep our limbs to ourselves.

  But hopefully not for too long.

  “You heard me.” I tell him, suddenly feeling a confidence in myself that I’ve never felt before. “It would be a real shame if we never did that again.”

  His face is so serious, like he doesn’t know whether I’m joking or being serious.

  “You mean that?” He asks.

  I nod and bite my lip.

  “Well then.” He says, moving forward so that he can cup my face.

  His sudden kiss takes me by surprise and I find myself freezing for just a second. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close as we kiss again. Our lips make that adorable kissing sound as we separate and I smile up at him.

  “What?” He asks.

  “Nothing. I’m just really happy.”

  “Me too. Hold on a second.”

  I want to ask him what he means, but it only takes him a split second to hop over to the door and make sure that it’s locked. He comes back and picks up right where we left off.

  “Maybe we should get a little more comfortable.” I tell him, as I lightly push him backward in the direction of his couch.

  He agrees that’s a good idea. He falls down on his back and pats the spot next to him. I sit down on the edge of the couch, but I quickly realize that it’s going to be hard to straddle him in this pencil skirt.

  “Would it be inappropriate if I took my skirt off?”

  Jeff looks floored.

  “No. It would be the hottest question you’ve ever asked me.”

  I take that as the go ahead.

  “Could you undo my zipper?” I ask him, as I turn my bottom around toward him. “It’s so hard to unzip clothing by myself.”

  He growls as he does it.

  “There. Now get back here ASAP so that I can continue kissing you.”

  “Ok, Mr. Holland.”

  He likes that. When I slip out of my skirt and pantyhose I go back over and hop on top of him so that I’m straddling. I lean close to his face and act like I’m going to say something before biting his bottom lip.

  “Kelly.” he moans.

  “Yes?” I ask him.

  “I don’t know.” He says funnily. “I’m losing my train of thought.”

  “Weird. I wonder why.”

  I’m in just my panties and blouse now, and I can feel Jeff’s huge erection pressing at me through his pants. I want to just unbuckle his belt and release his manhood, but he swats my hands away as soon as they get close.

  “What?” I ask innocently.

  “Not yet.”

  He sits up so that he can wrap his arms around my waste. He reaches up and unhooks my bra underneath my blouse before painstakingly unbuttoning the buttons down my front. It’s becoming very clear to me that I’m almost naked, at my job, and he’s still wearing all his clothes.

  “This is just not right.” I remind him, reaching down to pull at the hem of his sweater vest.

  He obliges and lifts the sweater over his head. It’s a start. I begin loosening his tie and his fingers meet with mine as he helps to remove the tie from his neck.When I go to undo his top buttons, he leands down and kisses my fingers.

  “You’re so sweet.” He says.

  “No. I’m bad.”

  I tos
s his shirt over the side of the couch and begin kissing the side of his neck, sucking at just the right spots to make him gasp. I want him to want me so bad that he’s writhing with desire.

  I want him to regret calling me sweet.

  “Have you ever had sex on your desk?” I ask Jeff.

  He shakes his head.

  “Do you want to?”

  He doesn’t have to use words to respond. His actions are answer enough. He stands up and scoops me up in his arms, walking the few steps to get to his desk and setting me down.

  It would be hotter if he just flung everything off his desk, but I can’t blame him for protecting his personal belongings and treating them with care. Once everything is removed I cross my legs and give him my best fuck me look.

  Thank God I wore a pair of my sexier underwear today.

  He reaches down to untie his shoes and kicks them off fiercely. The socks come off too before he goes to undo his belt.

  “May I have the honors?” I ask boldly.

  He nods his head as he comes over and stands before me. I rip off his belt and push his trousers down to the ground. He finishes the job for me and then goes to push down his boxer briefs.

  I’m not expecting for him to be so large, but his dick is deliciously huge. I reach out and stroke him with my right hand and he closes his eyes.

  “Oh.” He moans.

  I run my closed hand up and down his length, admiring the sounds that come out of his mouth as I touch him.

  He’s making me want him even more than I did before.

  Something inside him switches and he directs me with a newfound force.

  “Get on your back.” He says.

  I do as I’m told. It’s not the most comfortable piece of furniture in the world, but nevertheless, it’s exciting. I slide to the middle of the desk and he climbs on top with me. Now it’s his turn to straddle me.

  His hand trails along my belly and slides lower until he reaches the lace ribbing of my panties. As he treads lower and his fingers slide down my mound, he stops at my most sensitive place, the place where I’m most wet.

  “Oh.” I moan softly, as he fingers me. “Jeff.”

  He runs his finger up and down my opening and I gasp every time he pushes in a little deeper. I’m soaking wet and he begins moving rapidly, inserting his finger and pulling it out. Again. And again. He moves to my clit and I’m taken by how well he knows my body, even if this is our first time together.

  “Jeff.” I moan. “I want you.”

  “Then tell me again.”

  “I need you.”

  He’s pushed my panties halfway down my thighs and I thrash to get out of them. I want to open my legs so wide for him and take him in one quick thrust.

  “Please fuck me.” I whisper.

  He positions himself above me and I feel his tip at my opening. I breathe outward as he thrusts into me. It’s a sound that I haven’t heard from myself before.

  I look him in the eyes as I feel him thrust all the way into me. he feels amazing and I encourage him as he pulls out and thrusts into me again. He does it again and again, and soon we’re moving at a pace that works for the both of us. I’ve opened my legs as wide as I can to let him in and he rails into me, muttering dirty words directly into my ear.

  I assumed that Jeff had a great vocabulary. I mean, he’s the president of the English department. But these are things that I never imagined hearing come from his mouth, and I kind of love it.

  “Jeff.” I moan. “Fuck me harder. Please.”

  He switches up his angle and fills me even deeper, if that’s even possible. I cry out and when I look up at him, he’s making a face of pure concentration.

  “Keep going.” I moan. “I’m so close.”

  His finger goes to my clit again and he rubs at just the right spot while he’s thrusting. I feel my body growing tense and before I know it, my orgasm is washing over me and I’m coming.

  “Oh.” I mutter afterward. “Oh God.”

  “Oh baby.” He says. “You’re so beautiful. Do you want me to come too?”

  I nod my head, almost too exhausted to respond.

  He pumps in and out of me and I reach around the caress his butt as he keeps going. His eyes glaze over and he pulls out of me. We hadn’t talked about it, but I’m glad he pulled out since he wasn’t wearing a condom while we fucked.

  He strokes his dick rapidly and I watch his beautiful face as he gets closer and closer. Before I can stop myself I sit up so that I can take him in my mouth. I just want to taste his juices. When he finally comes, I swallow in one swift motion.

  “Oh my God.” He gasps. “My knees hurt so bad.”

  As it turns out, fucking on your desk is exciting but it’s not exactly the most comfortable of places to hook up. We move back over to the couch and I curl up in his arms as he kisses me on the top of my head.

  “I have a confession.” I tell him.

  “What’s that?” He asks.

  “I came here today to apologize and tell you that I was never going to kiss you again because it was unprofessional.”

  He makes a confused face. “Isn’t that what I told you when you first showed up here?”

  “Yeah. So?”

  “It didn’t take a lot for you to change your mind.”

  “Well, the more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I like you.”

  He smiles. “Now it’s my turn to confess.”

  “Ok.”

  “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

  “You have?”

  He nods. “But next time, I think I’m going to have to borrow my kid’s knee pads. My knees feel terrible.”

  “Oh no.” I say, kissing him on the cheek. “Will a kiss make it better?”

  “No, but it’s a start.”

  He leans forward to kiss me. I think he had intended for it to be a short one, but I switch up the angle and pull him closer to me, going in for another.

  I hadn’t meant for this to happen tonight, but I’m glad it did. He pulls a knit blanket off the arm of the couch and wraps it around us so that we’re nice and warm.

  “I guess we’re going to have to talk about this.” He says. “But for now, I just want to hold you here and keep you warm.”

  “I want that too.”

  I turn around so that my back is facing him and he’s forced to take on the big spoon position. We can discuss our feelings or whatever later, but right now I just want to cuddle my boss.