by J. J. Bella
"Good to see the Evan McCall fan club reunited," Annie said, walking towards us.
"Oh?" I said, setting Darla down.
"That girl is crazy about you," said, Annie, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "'Dad this' and ‘Dad that;' especially in these last few days. She's a great kid, though."
"She has her moments," I said, mussing Darla's hair.
Annie flashed me a smile as we walked back into the house. A computer programmer who worked remotely, Annie was lucky enough to be able to not be tied down to an office, giving her the freedom to visit friends and family wherever and whenever she wished. And as she was still single, she wasn't tied down with any obligations, which made her the perfect choice to watch Darla whenever I had to leave town for a week or two.
"How was the trip?" she asked, pouring me a cup of coffee as I sat down at the dining room table.
"Good," I said, the image of Roxanne's eyes looking up at me just before I kissed her invading my thoughts. "Got a lot of work done, maybe even enough for another book."
Annie and I chatted over coffee for a while, Darla sitting on my lap as the adults talked. After a welcome back dinner out later that evening, Annie stayed over one more night before heading back out in the morning.
The next day, once I was refreshed from a good night's sleep, I hunkered down in my office and began the process of looking over the copious notes and chapter drafts that I'd done during the trip. Sure enough, the more I looked over things, the more I realized that there was going to be more than enough information here for a book.
Sifting through the papers, the chapter that Roxanne had written with me caught my eye. I looked it over, realizing that it was good- very good. A few tweaks here and there and it would make a fine addition to the book that I was putting together in my head. But not wanting to revisit the issue of her and me, I set the chapter aside for the time being.
The next week flew by, spent nearly evenly split between time with Darla and time on the material, with a little prep for the semester ahead mixed in. The summer had already passed, and the fall semester was now staring me in the face, demanding my time and attention. But there was still too much work to be done if I was going to get the material from the trip together into at least the skeleton of a book.
Finally, I had to accept the fact that was right in front of me: the only way that I would get the work done that I wanted was to have the help of an assistant. And there was only one person who was as familiar with the material as me.
Sighing, I pulled open my email, typed up a brief missive to send to Roxanne, keeping it as professional as possible, and fired it off. I had a response an hour later, letting me know that she was happy to help. I responded, asking her to meet me at the library later that day where we could go over the material.
Once the plan was set, I sat back in my seat, shaking my head at the mess that I had gotten myself into. Sure, Roxanne didn't seem too put off by what had happened, but I had been hoping to put some distance between the two of us, letting things cool off before we saw each other once again. As much as I wanted her, I knew that the best thing for her would be to let her attention get taken up by some other guy, the memory of her kiss with her professor simply slipping into her memory.
Little did I know, it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing ever is.
15
I gave my outfit a once-over in the full-length mirror in my apartment, still not sure if the tight black skirt and equally-tight blouse that I was wearing was too much for my meet-up with Evan tonight. I decided to pair the out ensemble with some casual flats to not look I was trying too hard to seduce him.
Which is exactly what I had in mind. I always knew that I'd know without a doubt when I was ready to lose my virginity, and I was certain Evan was the man I wanted to lose it to.
Ever since that kiss in the back alley in Europe, I couldn't get Evan out of my head. I tried to put it all past me, to just write it off as a simple little drunken thing that wasn't ever going to happen again, but I just couldn't The dreams that I'd been having had only grown more intense, more real. Last night, I dreamt of him pouncing on me in that back alley, pulling my pants down, turning me around, and having his way with me in the most aggressive manner imaginable. Waking up in the morning, I was more aroused that I'd ever been in my life. It was then that I realized that there was no way I'd be able to ignore the attraction I felt for him; I had to act on it.
I'd been worried that he'd been thinking the same thing, that he thought he'd just put as much distance between him and me as possible and hope the whole thing would just blow over. Knowing what I knew about Evan, he seemed to be more likely to be able to control himself. But this just made the whole issue with the meeting tonight more confusing. Did he really just intend to meet up to go over the information from our trip? Or did he have something more in mind?
Either way, I was going to push things in my favor as much as I could. Hence, the sexy outfit. My plan was to strike as careful a balance between "professional" and "sexy" as I could, and as I took one last glance at the way the skirt hugged every inch of my butt, I was sure I'd done the job.
Taking a deep breath, my bag full of notes in hand, I stepped out the door.
Soon after, I'd arrived at the library. Evan told me that he'd rented out a private conference room, and I had the number on hand. The library was quiet and sparsely populated, the only students there a smattering of overachievers looking to get a head start on the reading for the upcoming fall semester. I made my way to the meeting room, my heart racing at what the night would hold. I gave the door a slight rap and stepped inside.
"Hey," said Evan, glancing up from the notes that were spread out on the table before him. "Welcome."
He stood up, giving me a quick, chaste hug.
"Good to see you," I said, my words struggling to come out.
"Likewise," he said. "Have a seat."
The room was small, the walls a light brown and the floor a matching tile. There was a wide, rectangular window that looked out onto a stretch of lawn next to the campus, the night sky now ink-black, a silver sliver of moon hanging above.
"So…" said Evan, taking his seat. "You ready to get into this?"
I was. I really was.
"Sure!" I said
I think he intended for me to take the seat across from him, but I wasn't taking any chances with getting this thing right. So, I slid into the chair right next to him. He seemed a little surprised by this but said nothing.
"Like I said, I was hoping we could coordinate some of our notes; I reread the chapter you worked on, and it was great. I think your voice would be a great addition to the rest of the book."
"Thanks," I said, blushing.
"And depending on how much you're willing to work with me on this, there might even be a co-authorship in it for you."
This was almost as thrilling as the idea of kissing Evan again.
So, we went to work. I knew that I wasn't the most skilled flirter, but I did my best. I bit my lip as he talked to me, I laughed at his smart-ass jokes, and I played with my hair, twirling it around my finger. I even found myself playing with the end of my pen with my mouth as I looked at him.
But nothing seemed to work; he didn't seem interested. Did he really want to put the idea of him and I behind him?
Finally, I decided that it was time for a drastic measure, do or die. As he read aloud a page of his notes, I reached over to him, grabbing his thigh.
"What're you doing?" he asked, his eyes on my hand.
"You know," I said, my voice coming out heavy with arousal.
"That's…not a good idea," he said.
But he didn't move my hand.
"I disagree," I said. "I think it's a great idea."
"You're just a student," he said. "You don't know what you're doing."
"That's where you're wrong," I said, moving my hand up his leg. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
That did it. His eyes locked onto mine, Evan
moved towards me, putting his lips on mine. It was the kiss that it'd been thinking about non-stop for the last week. The kiss was hesitant at first, as though he were trying to talk himself out of kissing me with his lips on mine, but it became more confident, more hungered the longer it went on.
My breath was sharp through my nostrils as Evan kissed me, his hands exploring my body, moving over every curve. My hands went to his shirt, sliding underneath and moving over his body. His skin felt so goddamn good against my hands; I wanted nothing more than for this body to be on me, to be pressed against mine.
I pulled Evan's shirt off over his head, and he did he did the same to me, unfastening my buttons and removing my shirt, revealing the black, lacy bra that I was wearing underneath. His hands moved eagerly over my breasts, squeezing them softly before undoing the clasp of my bra, my breasts tumbling out. He then turned his attention to my nipples, kissing and licking them, the pink skin turning hard in his mouth.
"God, you're so gorgeous," he said, bringing his lips back up to mine.
It was like I'd unleashed something; Evan seemed to be overflowing with passion for me. And that was just what I wanted.
He pulled me up out of the chair, pushed the notes off of the table with a sweep of his arm, and laid me on my back. Evan unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me wearing nothing but my matching black panties.
"Be gentle," I said.
"What do you mean?" Evan asked, stopping what he was doing.
"Um, I'm…"
"No way," said Evan, evidently knowing exactly what I was going to say.
"Is that so surprising?" I asked.
"Yes, I mean, well, it's not exactly common for girls your age."
A silence hung in the air.
"You're sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"Surer than I've ever been of anything."
That was all Evan need to hear to get right back to it. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties, he pulled them down, leaving me totally nude. He leaned in close to me, kissing my neck as his hand slid down my stomach, coming to a rest between my thighs. I wanted him inside of me more than anything, but I knew that since it was my first time I needed to take it slow.
He knew this too. Slowly, Evan slipped a finger inside of me, my arousal easing his entrance. I gasped, never before having had even a man's finger inside of me. Evan was careful, moving his finger in and out, allowing me to get accustomed to the feeling of something inside of me. The sensation was strange at first, but soon became very pleasurable. I began to relax, moaning as he moved in and out of me, focusing on the feelings of pleasure, along with the gentle kisses he placed on my neck.
Soon, he put a second finger inside of me. This was more to accommodate, but I soon was able to take both digits without too much trouble. The pleasure only increased, and I found myself wondering how good a full, hard cock would be, if this is how good only a couple of fingers felt. He kept at it for a while, his hand working on my pussy, his other moving along my curves, paying special attention to my breast as he continued to kiss me.
"I'm ready," I said, my sex feeling wet enough to take him.
And he was too. Standing up, he worked the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down and exposing a massive, hard cock. I gasped when I laid eyes on it; I'd only seen a few penises in person before, and this was far and away the biggest of them.
But I was ready for the challenge.
He moved his body over mine, his long prick pointing straight at my pussy. Evan then placed the head of his cock right on the opening of my pussy, and I braced for his entrance. With a slow, full thrust, he moved into me bit-by-bit, giving me time to acclimate to his size. And once he was in me, his cock felt so good that it almost seemed as if it was meant to be in there.
"How is that?" he asked
"Just…perfect."
"I'm not going to lie- it hurt a little. But unlike other first times that I'd heard about from other girls, it felt amazing. It was more pleasure than pain, and I wanted nothing more than for him to keep thrusting inside of me, filling me with his cock.
And he was happy to do just that. Leaning over me, he spread my legs, my ankles in his hands. His thrusting had been slow at first, but his pace soon increased, his cock moving in and out of me in just the right way. Moans slipped out of my mouth as he fucked me, my hands moving over my breasts. An orgasm began to build, and I knew that I would soon cum.
Evan continued to fuck me, and my eyes stayed fastened on his body, my gaze moving over every inch of his muscular torso as I took sweet pleasure in watching his pecs and abs flex with each thrust. The arousal was growing and growing inside of me, and as he bucked into me, I knew that it wouldn't be long before I came.
"Oh, God," he said, his face tightening with pleasure.
"Fuck me harder," I moaned, the pleasure now almost unbearable.
Then, the orgasm broke loose, rushing through my body and filling me with white-hot pleasure. My limbs curled up close to me as I came, each thrust driving the ecstasy into me deeper and deeper. The waves coursed through my body, and my eyes shut hard, a whimpering escaping my lips as the orgasm moved through me like a warm, rushing wave.
Evan came soon after, his orgasm punctuated by a series of deep full thrusts as he unloaded himself into me.
Soon, we were both spent, and he collapsed on top of me, our bodies both slick with sweat. As Evan pulled out of me, I felt the thick warmth of blood, and Evan quickly cleaned me up with a handkerchief he had in his bag.
I had finally gotten what I wanted, and I couldn't have been any happier.
16
The next few weeks passed in a wild, sexual blur. After the night I took Roxanne's virginity, we became erotically inseparable, sleeping together constantly. Any hesitations that I had about her were quashed as soon as we fucked that first night, and I realized soon that I just wasn't going to be able to get enough of her.
But there was the issue of our relationship as student and professor. There was a time, or so I'd been told, when young co-eds like her slept with professors all the time, almost like a rite of passage for students. Nowadays, however, the specter of sexual harassment loomed over such relationships, and any sort of casual fraternization was frowned upon, to say the least.
Thankfully, the fact that she was my intern provided cover for our trysts. More than a few times her and I meet up in my office to "go over notes" late into the evening. I made sure never to come to her apartment, however- it'd be hard to explain something like that, and word traveled fast around campus.
And Darla loved her. They'd hit it off ever since the week she'd come to visit us in Europe, and Roxanne was happy to spend time with her. After a few weeks, Roxanne and I had slipped into something of a routine where she'd come over for work, have dinner with Darla and me, followed by intense lovemaking sessions after Darla was put to bed. Then, Roxanne would slip out; we both knew that her being spotting leaving my place would result in a difficult situation for both of us.
It was like some wonderful dream. The sex was incredible, but beyond that I was beginning to grow an appreciation for Roxanne. She was brilliant, for one. I'd known from our class together that she was a strong student, but the book that we'd been working on gave her intellectual abilities a real chance to shine, and I was proud to be able to have someone like her not only as a lover, but as a protégé.
The semester started, forcing us to be even more careful about our little affair. Thankfully, it was Roxanne's last semester, and all we need to do was keep things under wraps until she graduated. If we were still together then we could be more open about our relationship, but until then, it was necessary to not say a word to anyone, or to do anything that might betray what was going on between us. It was difficult seeing her on campus and not being able to say a word for fear of someone watching and figuring things out, but we both knew that it was better to err on the side of caution.
The passion only grew as the semester wen
t on, and as the leaves started to change and the temperature began to cool, the sex only heated up. As much of a trial as it was to not tell a soul, I had to admit that the forbidden nature of our affair only served to make it hotter.
I was foolish enough to think that it would stay only physical. Eventually, however, the fact that I was starting to develop feelings for Roxanne couldn't be ignored. And it was around this time that the day that we both knew would come arrived- the day that our affair was discovered.
17
I walked down the long, stately hall towards the Dean's office, wondering what he could possibly want. It was strange to have the dean of the entire school want to speak with a student one-on-one, but I didn't want to come to any preemptive conclusions about what he might've wanted
"Excuse me," I said to the secretary, who was a girl my age. "I'm meeting with Dean Prendergast. My name's Roxanne James."
A strange look flashed over the girl's face, a raised-eyebrow look that seemed to imply that she knew something about me that I didn't want her to know. As she messaged the dean on the intercom letting him know that I'd arrived, my stomach did a flip- this had to be about me and Evan.
"Go ahead," said the girl.
I walked up to the large double doors of dark brown, lacquered wood and rapped on them.
"Come in," said a deep voice from within.
I took ahold of one of the gold handles and opened the door, revealing a spacious, well-decorated office that looked out onto the quad. The room was dominated by a large dark, Dean Prendergast, a short, middle-aged man with balding brown hair, a tan sweater vest pulled stretched over a full paunch, and a pair of wire-frame spectacles at the edge of a long, thin nose, was sitting on the edge of it. Two high-backed antique chairs faced the desk, and sure enough, in one of them sat Evan, a pensive look on his face.