Teach Her: A forbidden Professor and Student romance (School of Seduction Book 2)

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by Gisele St. Claire


  At the opposite side of the room to my bed I had a small black couch and a large floor standing lamp. I had a television mounted on the wall that could be swiveled to face either the couch or the bed. Nine times out of ten I chose to lay on the bed. It was much comfier. I wondered if I would ever have a visitor to come sit on the couch, or whether I should have forgone it and bought some exercise equipment to use at home instead. Maybe it would have been a better use of that space.

  I organized everything I needed for the start of the new semester and placed the clothes I planned to wear over the back of the bathroom door. After eating and then reading for a while, I settled down under the comforter to get a good night’s sleep.

  My new students had seemed okay. This year I was teaching about tax, not the most interesting of subjects for the majority of people, but I loved math and accounting. It had been strange not seeing Marcus’ face when I had arrived but I discovered he had left me an envelope in my staff room locker which had said ‘open at the end of the first day’. I sat in the staff room intrigued about what I would find. I tore open the envelope and extracted the typed letter.

  Mer,

  Are you missing me already? Hope you scored over the break or by now you’ll no doubt be very stressed and are now without your helping hand. What are you gonna do?

  Well, I have a dare for you if you are up to the challenge.

  Unknown to most Profs and students in this school there’s a secret group that gets together at the beginning of the new semester to initiate any potential new roommates.

  There was a drawing of the house and an arrow showing me where the ‘Dares Room’ was that the initiations took place in.

  If you get the chance, dress down in black and sneak around there and look through the blinds. It will give you some naughty visuals to keep you occupied during any lonely nights or for when you need to reapply that ‘lipstick’ after school ;)

  The final dare always takes place at 11pm on the first Friday so you have plenty of time to think it over and prepare. Just remember, you like the thought of being caught!

  Enjoy!

  Marcus.

  I folded the letter and placed it in my purse. A kind of fraternity, here? At this small business college? I wondered how Marcus had gotten to know about it. The house he had drawn me a map of was on campus and not far from the student residences. I had always just assumed that it was rented out to a group of the wealthier students. And what had Marcus meant by naughty visuals? What the hell was the initiation about? He’d been a good guy, so I doubted what went on there was anything illegal. He’d been right though. The thought of watching some kind of daring initiation through the blind was a turn on. But wouldn’t it be young students? I pulled a face. Depending on who it was it could be the complete opposite of sexy.

  I gathered my belongings and headed straight to the gym. I was in a quandary, did I do it for the sheer exhilaration of hiding around campus and the house and not being caught? I could always walk away if it was debauched, maybe even tell someone in a higher authority what was going on. That was it, I decided. I’d go and see because it might just be that I’d be doing people a favor if this needed to be made public and stopped. Worst case scenario I had to become a whistleblower, best case I had some fun.

  Due to my extreme lack of any kind of social life I would head to the gym every single night after school. I missed Tana. Though she’d been engaged, she’d still been my roomie, and we’d had a lot of laughs. It would take some time to get used to my own company. I liked living on my own, but it would be good to have some other friends to hang with occasionally. For now, I would have to put up with idle chatter at the gym with people whose names I never got to know, or I failed to remember.

  I walked into the gym and there he was - Garrett. I hadn’t seen him since I’d fallen off the treadmill and embarrassed myself the week before, having avoided him by attending at different times. It looked as if he too, had now changed the time he attended. As if he detected I was watching him his gaze met mine. He raised a hand in recognition and then returned to bench pressing. Relieved he would not come over, I headed toward a treadmill.

  After running for thirty minutes while listening to some tracks via my earbuds, I looked around to see if Garrett was still there. I had been focused on my routine and had been stopping myself from thinking about either Garrett or the secret society. I didn’t even know what my problem was with Garrett, anyway. Was I too scared to even talk to a guy now? Yes, my last break up had been nasty but I could not stop myself from talking to men. One day I wanted marriage and a family. I would not get them if I never talked to another man, was I? Having spotted Garrett on a rowing machine I grabbed a paper cup of water for myself and one for him and I walked over to where he rowed.

  “Hey there.” I said. Not the most exciting of conversation starters but at least I had tried.

  He stopped rowing, and I offered him one of the cups of water.

  “Thanks. Hold it a minute.” He requested, then he got up and dried himself on his nearby towel.

  “I’d just been thinking I needed a drink.” He said. “Though it wasn’t water I’d been considering.”

  Before I could think the words, they were out of my mouth, “Well, we could always grab a couple beers?”

  Garrett smiled. “And there I thought you’d been avoiding bumping into me again, then you ask me on a date. Shows what I know about women.” He laughed and once again his blue eyes twinkled.

  I felt heat hit my cheeks. “I-, it’s not a date, I just needed to eat and so when you said-”

  He put a hand out and touched my arm. “I’m messing with you. I need to eat too, so why don’t we hit the showers and I will meet you in the cafeteria afterwards?”

  He noticed my expression straightaway. “I only meant we would meet there, not eat there. See you in fifteen?”

  I nodded and went off to the showers.

  I was glad of the cool water to calm down the heat that had hit my body with my embarrassment. Also, when he had said for us to hit the showers, it had brought to mind a vision of me pushed up against the wall, water pouring down my body, while those plump lips of his pressed against my own. It would appear I had developed a crush on Garrett the gym guy. Whereas my usual MO was to shower and run, this time I showered, blew out my blonde, medium-length hair and put on a little make-up. I still managed to be out of the room within fifteen minutes though. As I headed towards the cafeteria, I could see Garrett was already waiting outside. He was talking to another guy, and I watched him, taking in that heavenly looking body and those chiseled features. Had I really scored a kinda date with this guy?

  Garrett suggested a restaurant within walking distance of the gym that he said he’d been to a couple times before. I was happy with his suggestion and we ordered beer and some pasta. I found him real easy to chat to. He exuded confidence and kept our conversation light but continuous.

  “So, what do you do for a living?” He asked me.

  “I’m a Professor in Accountancy at King’s Business School.”

  He almost choked on his drink.

  “Excuse me?”

  I repeated what I had said then added, “What’s so weird about that? Can’t deal with you choking on your beer.”

  He recovered himself and then spoke. “You just don’t look much like an Accounts Professor. I guess I’m being stereotypical but I would have expected a guy in his early fifties with glasses.”

  “Yep, Stereotyping much? I happen to love figures.” I told him.

  “Me too,” He quipped and then winked. “But somehow I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”

  I smiled, but I felt my cheeks pink up so I took a drink of my beer.

  “If you don’t find this question too personal, how old are you anyway?” He asked me.

  “Hmmm, I don’t know if it’s right to ask a woman her age,” I teased before admitting I was twenty-five. “How about you and what do you do?”

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sp; “Twenty-three.” He replied, “and I am a Personal Trainer.”

  “Ah, sounds good.” I told him. “Maybe I will hire you to help me keep this body, because school is the worst for making me head straight home to pizza and wine.”

  He took a piece of paper and a pen from his duffle bag and wrote out a cell number. “Here you go. I am out of business cards right now, so this will have to do. If you want to tone up, call me. I’m sure we can arrange a gym-buddy discount for my new friend.”

  “That would be great.” I told him honestly. “I will give it some serious thought.”

  We had finished our meals, and I was just drinking up the last of my beer when Garrett raised the subject of relationships. Damn. Another five minutes and I could have been out of there unscathed.

  “I have not dated for a long while.” I told him, deciding to be honest. “Without going into too many details, I had a long-term relationship which ended badly. My ex developed a drink problem. He got abusive.”

  “He ever hit you?” Garrett’s jaw had tightened.

  “No. I didn’t let it get that far. He grabbed me once and got in my face. It was scary enough for me. I left him and moved back in with my parents for a short while until I rented an apartment with a friend.”

  “Guys like that make my blood boil.” He answered.

  “Yeah, well, it was a long time ago now.” I told him.

  “Not long enough if you are still wary of dating.” He replied.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I came out with you, so I’m getting there. Though this was not a date.” I gestured between us both. “Just two gym buddies having some food.”

  “Well, maybe one day, I will get you out on a date.” He said. “In the meantime, let’s get the check and I will see you around the gym, yeah? Unless of course you take me up on my offer of personal training, or decide to change your times to avoid me again.” He winked. “You have my number, so if you ever want to go for a drink or to the movies, well,” he paused. “I’ll leave it to you for when you’re feeling a little braver.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  We left the restaurant and Garrett walked me to my car before bidding me goodnight.

  It had boosted my mind and mood no end to have gone out with a good-looking guy for food and I drove home with a smile on my face.

  Chapter 3

  Garrett

  I had been given the chance to move out of the standard student accommodation at King’s and into the most premier accommodation on campus: Granger Lodge. The only problem was that to get a chance at the smallest room in the house which was still four times larger than my present dorm room, I had had to undertake and complete a series of challenges. Some of these challenges were not for the faint of heart and one in particular, involved a member of the opposite sex. However, I was a full-blooded male, and it was a one-off to score an amazing room. If the other roommates had asked me to sit in a bath full of their waste products for an hour, I would have done it. The other guys who lived there, and there were seven apart from myself, had all done the dares and pledged their allegiances to the house. It was a poor man’s fraternity, well, a few of us had little money behind us, my mate, Julian, probably had enough to buy the house itself.

  It was Julian whose influence had got me an invitation to move in. I had known him from high school where he had mysteriously disappeared from before the end of term. However, a scandal involving a teacher and a pupil had paved the way for Julian’s return to New York and he was studying computer science, before, he said, his father dragged him kicking and screaming into the political fold. From what I’d seen of Julian’s behavior I figured he’d make a fantastic politician. He believed half his own shit and played women like they were skittles and he was the bowling ball—they went down as soon as he touched them.

  Anyhow, tonight at eleven was the final challenge, and I was to be escorted to the Dares Room for my final task, after which I would hopefully get my new room.

  Even though I was usually an overconfident guy, this had me on edge. If I had to do something degrading to a member of the opposite sex I was out of there. When I had said this to Julian, he had just laughed and told me to calm myself and stop sounding like a pussy. So, after school had ended I had taken myself off to the gym to get rid of the pent-up tension in my body. I had looked for Meredith, but she hadn’t been around. I breathed a sigh of relief. We had only gone out for something to eat as friends, but it didn’t sit well with me that I had been flirting with her and tonight I might have to do something with another woman. I needed to avoid Meredith, anyway. I had been shocked when she’d told me she was twenty-five and I quickly lied about my own age. The fact was I had always looked way older than I was. The truth of it however was I had recently celebrated my nineteenth birthday. If I had told Meredith that, I would have never seen her again. I had correctly guessed she would tried to avoid me after the incident where she had almost fell off the treadmill, so lying about my age had been a no-brainer. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, flirting with a woman who was way older than me. She was obviously nervous after being hurt in the past and she was a professor at my own college at that! Thank goodness I wasn’t in any of her classes and our paths had yet to cross on campus. After we had been out for our meal I had worn a ball cap low over my face when around campus, just in case.

  So, I didn’t know what I would do if I met her again. I’d lied and told her I was a Personal Trainer and had given her my number. I totally doubted I would ever hear from her but the temptation to try had been too strong. If she called me, I could always tell her I was totally booked with clients. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? There was something about that woman. If she did contact me, I would carry on my charade, carry on lying. I just had to hope that her nervousness meant she didn’t contact me and she avoided coming to the gym at the same time as me from now on.

  I pushed myself to my limits, showered and headed back to my dorm room, where I dressed in some track pants and a tee and then with my cap pulled low over my face again, I headed to Granger Lodge for my final challenge.

  Julian let me in and then I was ushered into a room where it was explained that there would be a volunteer woman in the Dares Room and I would have to bring her to orgasm using my mouth and fingers. Her head would be covered in a mask and she could not speak, only to moan. She’d be given a gesture that meant stop and one that meant she had come. I found it incredulous that any woman on campus would be willing to do such a thing but Julian had organized it and what Julian Murphy wanted, Julian usually got. The Dares Room was fitted with a one-way mirror and the other guys would sit behind it making sure I did my challenge. I would be given a voice synthesizer to take in with me at first so I could tell the girl I was about to begin my dare and to use when she could leave. I stood outside the room and took a deep breath. Was I really doing this? Then I recalled losing my virginity to Amy Johnson in 11th grade and figured it couldn’t be worse than that. Let’s just say I hadn’t lasted long. Amy had had a cold and one of her sneezes took longer.

  One of the older guys, Jacob, came out of the room. “All set,” he said.

  I placed my head in my hands and swallowed hard. “Could I get a glass of water? I’m not sure I can do this.”

  “Sure.” Jacob said. “Glass of water and then five minutes max for you to make your way into the room. There are plenty of other dudes willing to take your place.”

  When he handed me the glass of water, I closed my eyes and let it lubricate my mouth and throat. I had to fucking well hope that this girl wasn’t someone who took forever to reach a climax though Julian had said he didn’t anticipate a problem. He told me the girl was from one of our classes but that he would never tell me who she was and they would never know it was me. As far as the girl was concerned, she was meeting Julian in the room for some kinky play and knew it would be one of his mates she met, but not which one.

  It was time. The guys got up from the couches to make their way to the room
that had the viewing pane and Jacob opened the door to the Dares Room where a female laid atop the bed, a black gimp mask completely covering her face. She had on a black tee and a black pair of jeans. Using the voice synthesizer, I told her I was about to begin and that I was there for her own pleasure, not mine. Then I reached over and unbuttoned the fastening at the top of her jeans. I lowered the zipper, and she raised her hips for me as I lowered her jeans down her legs. The synthesized words, “What the fuck?” uttered from my mouth as I saw the unmistakable egg-timer tattoo that belonged to Meredith above her panties and recognized that athletic body now below mine. This was no girl from campus. How the hell was the Professor in this room? What was Julian up to?

  She sat up after I’d uttered my expletives and I stroked her shoulder.

  “Sorry about that. I caught my finger in your zipper.” I lied, so utterly thankful that she couldn’t hear my proper voice. “Just lie back down and get ready for the time of your life.”

  Any reservations I had had about the situation had vanished. Beneath me I was convinced I had the willing body of Meredith and I was not letting her go. I would deal with any repercussions that came after, right now I was getting this girl to come in my willing mouth.

  Chapter 4

  Meredith

  I skipped the gym that night and instead ate early, got myself changed into dark clothes and then hung around the apartment until it got later, then I drove to campus. It was dark; I had my hair tied back into a bun, something I never wore at school and I wore a pair of sunglasses that could easily look like normal spectacles. There weren’t many people around the vicinity of Granger Lodge and I slipped unnoticed around the back of the property, to the room Marcus had showed on his map. Though my heart pumped hard, adrenaline boosted my intrigue of the situation rather than inhibit it. The thought I would bear witness to some horny goings on made my juices soak my panties. I got into position at the side of the window. It was seven minutes to eleven pm, and I had figured this was the time I needed to get in place. Neither too early nor too late. As Marcus had indicated, the blinds remained open, and the window was slightly ajar, with a space at the bottom.

 

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