by Jessica Wood
“Attention class, it is now 8am. Congratulations to those of you in your seats, you have made it through day one. Anyone who tries to enter the class in the next few minutes will be sent away.” Carson smiled at the students who sat in their chairs in fear. Abby looked around at her fellow classmates. She knew that they were all thinking the same thing, “Isn’t this supposed to be college? Shouldn’t we be able to come and go as we please?”
“I know that many of you think that because you are in college, you can show up when you want. But that is not how the real world or my class works. You have one shot and if you don’t show up, you are done.” Carson’s voice boomed loudly in the room and his eyes met Abby’s. She felt as if his words had special meaning for her and she looked down at her fingers. She was twirling her pen to help her nerves. She took a deep breath. She was not going to let him intimidate her. She was committed to helping her family. She needed to pass this class.
“Professor O’Brien, how many exams are we going to have?” Chad shouted out his question and was greeted with a glare.
“Chad, I wouldn’t want you to have to come back another year. Do not shout out in my class again. I’ll be passing out a syllabus in a few minutes.” Carson spoke nonchalantly and Chad flushed and sat back. Abby thought about what an ass Carson was. He couldn’t stand to lose control over anything or anyone. “In fact, why don’t we have Abby come down here and pass them out while I tell you about some of the requirements for this class.”
Abby stood up slowly, attempting to calm her nerves. As she walked down the stairs to get to the front of the class, she smiled weakly at the other students. She stood next to Carson as he spoke about the course and waited for him to hand her the papers. She could feel the warmth of his body on her skin and her hairs were standing on end as if she had been shocked. She couldn’t believe how attracted she still was to him; even though she thought he was crazy.
“Here you go, Abby.” He handed her the papers and their fingers grazed each other. She jumped back and dropped the papers. “A little jumpy today, are we, Abby?” He sneered at her as she bent down to collect the papers. Her classmates laughed at her, happy that the professor’s attention was on someone else. Abby grabbed up the papers as fast as she could and she heard Carson whisper down to her, “Like being down on your knees, do you, Abby?” She jumped up at glared at him. He ignored her glare and continued to talk to the class.
She handed out the papers and sat back down. She looked at all the papers that were going to be due and all the exams and sighed. He basically wanted them to read a book a week. Did he think they had no other classes?
“So today, we are going to jump right in and talk about segregation. Can anyone tell me what they learnt from the pre-class reading?” Carson looked around the class, as students avoided his eyes.
Abby wanted to speak up. She had done the reading. In fact, that was part of the reason why she had skipped out on their dinner date. Well that and him being crazy.
“Did no one do the reading? Am I going to have to cancel the whole class?” His voice held a thinly veiled threat and Abby found herself raising her hand.
“Abby?” He raised his eyebrows at her and she spoke.
“Segregation was legally ended in 1954, with the Brown vs. Board of Education ruling. However, many cities were resistant to the Supreme Court ruling. In fact, some school districts even canceled classes in order to prevent integration.” She paused and saw that some of her classmates were looking at her in admiration. She smiled, proud of herself.
“It seems as if you at least did some reading on Wikipedia, Abby, good for you. For the next class, I expect everyone to have done all the reading and to give more than a brief introduction to the subject. This is history folks; we need to get completely immersed in the subject. We need to be immersed in the era. I want you to eat, live and breathe these books. Does everyone understand?”
“Yes, Dr. O’Brien,” the students in the class answered him and some groaned. This was not going to be an easy A class. Abby was furious at the way he had just spoken to her and resolved that she was going to talk to him at the end of the class. He could not take his personal issues out on her. It was not fair or right.
The class ended about an hour later and Abby ran down the stairs so that she could talk to him first. Unfortunately, he ignored her and addressed the other student’s questions first. “Abby, if you want to talk to me, you will need to come with me to my office. I have office hours now.”
“Yes, Dr. O’Brien,” she murmured. She was annoyed at herself for not speaking up earlier. She didn’t want to be one-on-one with him with nobody around. They walked to his office and he closed the door behind them. She noticed that he locked it and wondered what he was going to do. She looked around his office, it reminded her of his home, lots of rich wood furniture and oodles of books.
“Have a seat, Abby.” He pointed to a chair in front of his desk and she sat down. “So, how can I help you?”
“Uhm, well, I…” she mumbled not sure how to bring it up.
“What happened last week? Why didn’t you show up?” Carson immediately got down to business. His face looked puzzled and angry.
“I just didn’t think we were going to go anywhere and I had to read.” She spoke softly.
“Why didn’t you tell me that before you left? Why did you make me show up at that restaurant with a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates and a key to my house?” He paused. “You made me look like a fool, Abby.”
Abby looked at him in shock. “I didn’t make you get all those things.”
“I thought we had a connection. I know I was moving fast but we had both already moved fast. That was a crazy night, Abby.”
Abby blushed and mumbled, “I don’t normally do that stuff, Carson. I just had a wild night.”
“Yeah, you had a wild night riding me and now you think you can just walk away?”
“Carson.” She averted her gaze from his face. He looked angry and it was turning her on. She could see a nerve beating in his forehead. He looked handsome in his suit. She wanted to run her hands over his shoulders and down his chest.
“Professor O’Brien to you.” He looked at her haughtily and she felt angry.
“If that makes you feel better about yourself.” She stood up and walked to the door.
“If you want to pass this class, I would reconsider leaving, Abby.” His voice beckoned her back to him.
“What do you want?” She licked her lips as she looked at him. She could feel her underwear getting wet just staring at him.
“Unlock the door and walk back here,” he commanded her. She did as he said and stood next to him.
“Get under the table and pleasure me.”
“What?” She looked at him shocked.
“Why are you trying to look so innocent, Abby? I practically fucked you in the club just a few nights ago. You weren’t so shy when my tongue was licking your clit.”
Abby blushed at his words and got on her knees and went under the table.
“What do you want me to do?” She looked up at him and he was grinning at her.
“Why don’t you decide for yourself?” He slid his zipper down and pulled his cock out. She stared at it, captivated by its size and beauty. She’d never seen a more attractive penis in her life. She reached up and took it in her hands, rubbing it up and down until it grew harder. She heard a knock on the door and stilled under the table.
“Dean Jones.” Carson’s voice was light. “How good to see you.”
“Hey Professor O’Brien, I thought we could discuss the metrics for this semester if you had time.”
“Maybe I can come to your office in a few minutes.” Carson smiled and hoped the Dean would accept his offer.
“No, no, now is fine.” The Dean sat down and took out his iPad. “My wife got me this fancy computer for my birthday. I figured I may as well get some use from it.”
Carson nodded and looked down at Abby who was stil
l hidden under the desk. He attempted to put his cock back in his pants but Abby leaned up and stopped him. Instead, she took his cock in her mouth and started slowly sucking. Carson stifled a groan and gathered his thoughts as she sucked on his cock.
“So Carson, I have been approached by the National Historical Society and they would like to honor you this year and whichever student in your class does the best in the final exam.”
“That’s very nice to hear.” Carson tried to keep his words short so that he didn’t cry out in pleasure.
“Yes, both you and the student will receive $50,000.”
“That is a large amount of money.” Carson smiled at the dean and closed his eyes as Abby continued to suck him off. “I will have to tell my students to motivate them.”
“Yes, yes. We want to try and get some press for the school as well, so let’s see if we can’t set up some type of debate or something.”
“Okay.” Carson reached down and grabbed Abby’s hair as he came into her mouth. He could tell she was surprised because she looked up at him with wide eyes in shock. He grinned and smiled at the Dean, a lot more relaxed now that he had come. “I will talk about it with my students in a few days. I think they will be even more motivated to work hard and give me their all.”
The Dean laughed. “I think any students that get to stay in your class are pretty motivated, Carson.”
“You could be right.” Carson zipped himself up and stood up and shook the Dean’s hand. “Good seeing you as always, Dean Jones. Thanks for the great news.” Carson closed the door and locked it behind the Dean.
“Abby, you may come out now,” he purred softly. She crawled out with as much dignity as possible. Her hair was messy and her face was red. She looked at Carson standing by the door staring at her with thin lips.
Abby stood up and rubbed her lips with her hands. She didn’t know what it was about him. He had the ability to make her lose her mind and feel annoyed and frustrated all at the same time.
“Carson, you need to treat me equally in this class.”
“Excuse me?” He looked at her murderously.
“I said you need to treat…”
He cut her off. “What did you call me?”
She rolled her eyes at him; he was surely the most impossible man she had ever met. “Dr. O’Brien, you need to treat me equally in this class. I want a real shot at winning this prize money.” She shivered inside just thinking about it. “$50,000 could really change my life.”
“Do you really think you have a shot, Abby? I’ve already been thinking of kicking you out of the class.”
“You can’t do that,” she cried out. “That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Abby. It wasn’t fair when you stood me up last week and didn’t tell me you wouldn’t be coming. It wasn’t fair that you seduced me on the dance floor.”
She looked at him angrily. “What do you want from me, Carson? This is ridiculous. Get over it. We had a night together. It was fun. Now I’ve moved on.” She glared at him, while ignoring the thrill that was running through her body.”
“No-one makes a fool of me, Abby.” He stared at her thoughtfully. “Do you have a boyfriend, Abby?”
“I already told you no.” She sighed exasperated.
“Do you want to stay in my class?”
“Yes. Or I wouldn’t be here.” She looked at him pleadingly.
“I will allow you to stay in the class and allow you to take the final exam on one condition.”
She looked at him nervously. “Yes?”
“You will stay with me every weekend and you will do what I want in the classroom.”
She was confused. “What do you mean?”
“You will stay at my house every weekend and I will give you assignments, outside of the coursework, for the class.”
“Like what?” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“Anything I say. If you ever disobey me, you are out of the class.” His voice was even but his face was very serious.
“What do I get from this?”
“You get to stay in the class and you get a chance to win $50,000.” He walked over towards her and stopped right in front of her. He reached over and placed his hand on her right breast and caressed it. She looked at him with wide eyes and he pinched her nipple. “And you get to be sexually satisfied by me and you get to sexually satisfy me.”
“Who says I want that?” she mumbled.
“It seemed to me that it was you who chose to give me a blowjob under the table.” His hand reached under her top and under her bra as he spoke. They stared into each other’s eyes mutinously.
“For the next class, I don’t want you to wear a bra.”
“What?” She looked at him incredulously. “I can’t not wear a bra.”
“You had no problem not wearing any underwear this weekend.”
“That was different. This is class.” She was breathless. His hand had slipped lower and was between her legs. “What do you think your doing?” Her words trailed off as he rubbed her, even with material protecting her sweet spot, she felt a thrill and rush of longing for him.
He stared at her as he touched her and smiled when he drew his hand away. “I trust you understand and agree to the arrangement?”
“I don’t know.” She looked at him in distrust. “I don’t want you to go crazy on me.”
“Do you think I’m crazy, Abby?” He grinned at her and then laughed. “Perhaps I am.”
She stared at his face and the boyish grin he gave her. All of a sudden, he didn’t seem so dark and menacing. She knew she should just go to the Dean and tell him what had happened and see if they could figure out some sort of arrangement but something in her was secretly thrilled at the arrangement. She knew she was playing with fire but she was going to do her best to not get burned.
“Maybe we’re both crazy, Carson, I mean Dr. O’Brien.” She smiled at him, a warm genuine smile and something inside of him melted. He didn’t understand why she had stood him up after they had had such a passionate night. He had thought that finally here was a woman who was ready to embrace her sexuality, someone who was ready to become his in every which way and just as soon as he had began to hope, she had left. He was going to test her and push her this semester and see if he could make her his.
Chapter Five
Abby was getting her stuff packed for the weekend. She had class with Carson the next day and then she would be spending the weekend with him. She had no idea why he wanted her to spend every weekend with him. Maybe so he could make sure she wasn’t seeing anyone. Not that it was any of his business. She sighed as she packed clothes into her bag. She really didn’t know if this was such a great idea. Her phone rang and she answered it without looking at the caller id.
“Hello.”
“What are you doing?” Carson’s voice was smooth as silk down the phone. She didn’t want to acknowledge the quickening of her heartbeat as she heard his voice.
“Why hello, Carson. I’m just packing.”
“Good girl.” She could hear his smile. “I hope you aren’t packing much, you won’t need much clothing.”
“I don’t know if I can stay all weekend Carson, Essie and I usually spend Sunday evenings together talking and watching TV. Sometimes we even cook for the week.”
“Well, you better know Essie you won’t be there.” Carson’s voice was hard. “The weekends are mine.”
“Carson, I don’t know what your problem is, I just want Sunday evening.” She sighed.
“If it’s that important to you, invite her over on Sunday then. You guys can watch TV at my place and cook and whatever.”
“I can’t do that.” Abby bit her lip. “I don’t want Essie to know.”
“You don’t want her to know what?” His voice was quiet.
“About the arrangement.”
“I don’t expect you to tell anyone, Abby. I hope you know that. But I don’t mind you telling your best friend.”
“S
he wouldn’t approve.”
“From what I saw on Saturday, there isn’t much she wouldn’t approve of,” he drawled smarmily. Abby sighed, he was right. Essie would think it was hot that she was having an affair with the professor. She may even try and get her own professor so that she could have her own torrid affair.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“Close the door and lock it,” he ordered.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“I’m in the middle of something, Carson. And I still have to finish my reading for your class tomorrow.”
This time he sighed. “Okay, Abby. This time you win. Call me back as you are going to bed.”
“What?” She sighed. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’m going now.”
“Abby, don’t bother wearing too much to bed tonight,” Carson purred into the phone and then hung up before she could ask him why. She wondered if he was going to try and come over. She groaned. There was no way she wanted him to come into her space tonight. She still needed time to accept the situation she was getting herself into.
She packed up her bag and then read the assignments for the next day. She decided to take a shower before she gave him a call hoping he would have fallen asleep by the time she called him. She held her breath as the phone rang; she was just about to smile when he answered.
“You’re still awake?”
“It sounds like I am, doesn’t it?” She could picture the smirk on his face as he spoke.
“I thought you’d be asleep.” She sounded disappointed.
“You thought wrong then. Are you in bed?”
“I’m about to get into bed, yes.”
“Good.” She heard him stifle a yawn. “I’m in bed waiting for you.”
“Oh.” She felt a little disappointed. “I thought you were going to knock on my door or something.”
“Is that what you wanted?” His voice was low and husky.
“No,” she said softly. “I thought that would just confirm you are creepy.” He burst out laughing.