The engine made a gurgling sound as the driver stepped on the gas pedal.
Hurriedly, I held on to the side handle.
The fast ride distracted me only minimally from thoughts of the hours ahead.
Would I go all the way?
There was a party at Lisa's house today - if it became too much for me, I could still leave with the excuse that I was invited.
I laughed softly into myself, thinking that it would have been too much for me with Edwards so far. Rather the opposite.
"Here it is," the taxi driver remarked twenty minutes later.
We were standing in front of a white house in colonial style.
It was no secret that the Thorn paid its employees royally.
Still, it surprised me that Edwards lived in such a luxurious house.
Perhaps he also came from a wealthy family. I knew almost nothing about him.
"Keep the change," I said, handing the taxi driver $50.
"Thank you, Ms," the man replied and let his eyes wander over my legs wrapped in black lace tights one last time before I got out of the car.
The dark iron gate in front of the house magically opened as I walked towards it.
So my arrival had not gone unnoticed.
I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.
I could leave at any time, I told myself over and over again in my mind.
This mixture of excitement and nervousness resulted in a highly explosive cocktail that ran through my veins.
"You look like one of my most wicked fantasies," remarked the host.
He had opened the front door and watched me walk up the few steps to the entrance.
The light blue shirt he wore over his black leather belt nestled perfectly against his well-trained upper body.
"Good evening, Professor," I said formally on purpose.
We were now standing at a height and looking at each other.
He slipped his fingers under the belt of my coat and untied the knot.
Don't I even get a drink?"
I put my hand on his and held it tight.
"My kingdom, my rules," he muttered and devoured me with his blue eyes.
Then he took my hand and kissed it.
We were still standing in the doorway, the door wide open, as he slowly opened every button on my coat.
As he looked at me, he stroked his clean-shaven chin several times.
I was wearing a knee-length black cocktail dress with a lace basket and a matching hem.
And my most seductive pantyhose.
He gave a deep "Hmmm" after he caressed me everywhere with his look.
"I thought you didn't like spectators," I said, pointing with my head to the open door.
I tried hard to sound relaxed, although the way he looked at me alone made all my nerve endings twitch ecstatically.
The professor pulled the corner of his mouth upwards.
"I'm willing to take risks," he replied in a dark voice. "Haven't you noticed, Ms. Spencer?"
At that moment, he put one hand on my breech, pulling me in with a jerk.
The door slammed shut behind us, but it was nothing compared to the impact of his lips on my mouth.
He kissed me as if I was his first meal after weeks of abstinence; greedy and with such pleasure that made me feel more desirable than ever before.
I perceived the furnishings of his house only dimly as he drove me into a room that had to be his bedroom.
The smacking noises that our mouths made filled the silence.
Edwards had long since stripped my parka from my body.
His big hands wandered over every part of my body - leaving out only one particular one.
I pulled his shirt from my pants and slipped my fingers underneath.
I felt as if I felt every muscle on his warm back.
"Ella", he gasped at my mouth. "My beautiful Ella, what am I gonna do with you?"
He leaned his head against my forehead and ran his finger between my breasts.
I inhaled his breath and he inhaled mine.
It was a moment of intimacy that I had rarely - no, never - experienced before.
"Afraid to burn your fingers, Professor?" I teased him.
I was a good actress when it mattered. Most of the time, anyway.
Edwards again gave a deep growl and grin.
Surely he sensed that my self-confident manner was nothing but a facade.
"Stand by the bed," he finally said, after straightening up.
I hesitated a moment. The uncertainty in me increased.
Was I a match for this man?
Logan Edwards stood there calm as a rock, waiting for me to do what he wanted me to do.
I took two steps back, then one more, until I hit my knees against the soft mattress.
"Pull up your dress!"
A fire was lit in the Professor's eyes as I slowly pulled the thin cloth over my hips.
I was still wearing my pantyhose, the waistband of which reached to my waist.
My pulse accelerated noticeably as I watched my literature professor unbuckle his belt.
My eyes flitted between his crotch and his attractive face.
"Over the head," Edwards commanded in a calm tone.
I obeyed.
After I peeled myself out of the dress, I looked at him again.
His eyes were pinned to my rosy nipples, now completely exposed.
"What's bothering you?"
He began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes still fixed on me.
The question came so unexpectedly that I hesitated.
"I, um...
I avoided his gaze and I didn't know what to say.
"Look at me.
The professor took a step towards me. A good two meters separated us.
Slowly, I looked up.
"You can tell me anything, Ella.
He tore off his shirt and stood in front of me, shirtless.
I involuntarily bit my lower lip.
He looked like a lifelike Ken. Flawless.
The only difference was that something dark was slumbering behind his bright blue eyes.
"I made a mistake," I said softly.
My nostrils flared as Edwards slowly approached me, like a tiger waiting in ambush.
"How do you know it was a mistake?" he whispered and stroked his finger across my stiff nipple.
His hot, quick breath hit my face as he raised his other hand to my chin.
"The whole beauty of life consists of shadow and light," he continued in a subdued voice.
He rubbed his index finger over my lips. "Some things are ugly," he growled and hypnotized me with his azure eyes. "They must be done anyway."
I moaned softly as he stroked my nipple again. "If you really want something, you must be willing to do anything for it."
He carefully worked his way up.
My mouth opened automatically to receive his finger.
He obviously enjoyed me sucking and licking it. Maybe this is becoming our thing now.
His lips were slightly open and his teeth clenched.
My abdomen twitched as I watched his face.
Then he pulled his finger out again, took my head in both hands and looked at me even more penetratingly than before.
"This is how the wheat separates from the chaff," he explained in a deep tone of voice, stroking my bare shoulders down to my forearms.
Then he took my hands and slipped them into my pantyhose.
With his hands on mine, he stroked my thighs.
I closed my eyes as he put them between my legs.
Only when we slid over them together did I realize how wet my panties were.
Full of expectation I weighed my abdomen back and forth.
"Do you know what the Buddhists recommend for an alleged offence?" Logan asked and slipped one of his fingers into my panties.
Timidly I shook my head and suppressed a groan as he spread the wetness around my clit.
"Compassion", he replied and pushed
one of his fingers into me.
I moaned.
"Do something for others," he continued and added a second finger.
Slowly he moved it back and forth while the ball of his hand pressed on my swollen bead of lust.
Impatiently I pulled my hands out of the pantyhose and nested them to roll them off my hips.
But Edwards held my wrist tight.
"Will you do something for me, sweet Ella?"
He pushed a third finger inside me, simultaneously pressing his erection against me.
"Yes," I gasped and pushed my abdomen towards him as far as I could.
A smile of promise dominated Logan's lips.
"Look at me," he whispered, curling his fingers in my tightness.
New waves of lust rolled over me as he massaged my G-spot with one hand and made sure I didn't move with the other.
He increased the pressure inside me. My eyelids fluttered, but I withstood his gaze.
"Now come for me!"
His thumb pressed against my clitoris, he made my abdomen twitch.
Everything in me tightened around his fingers. I groaned loudly as an uncontrolled orgasm shot through me, leaving me breathless and sweaty.
Edward's hand was shiny and wet all over with my moisture when he finally pulled it out of me.
"Leave the pantyhose on" he ordered while unbuttoning his pants
I stared at the impressive curvature of his black shorts as he licked one of his fingers with half-closed eyelids.
"Sit down!"
His voice was both demanding and loving.
I sat down on the soft mattress of the bed and watched this hot guy get his bulging boner out of his shorts.
Although I had just arrived, a new tingling sensation spread through my abdomen in a flash.
I pressed my thighs together and rubbed them together, looking up at him expectantly.
The blue of his eyes darkened as he - with one hand on his swollen erection - stroked my mouth, gently but surely directing my jaws downwards.
"Show me how very sorry you are for this mistake," he said in a throaty voice; an expression of fiery desire on his face.
I reached for the root of his supple shaft, whereupon he took his hand away and caressed my face.
A drop of desire ran from the opening of the prominent tip.
I licked it off with such relish, like liquid chocolate from a strawberry.
Edwards moaned deeply as my tongue met his hot member.
First he stroked my curls back while I sucked and sucked on him.
But then he became more and more licentious; he pulled my hair together into a tight ponytail and pressed my head so close to his loins that his entire cock disappeared in my mouth.
He moved me in a fast, hard rhythm that pushed his glans deep into my throat.
I had put my hands on his bottom and massaged the well-formed halves to the beat of his urging.
His loud, uninhibited moaning sounded wonderful and was addictive.
Tears ran down my cheeks as he pressed his knee between my legs.
As if on command I rubbed against him and at the same time tried to take him even deeper inside me.
"You're a natural, sweet Elaine," Edwards gasped breathlessly.
I hesitated. Did I mishear?
Warm, salty liquid shot into my mouth as the professor pushed my head one last time against his cock.
I swallowed everything but the last drop.
Slowly he slipped out of me and sank down on the bed beside me, sighing.
"Come here", he growled and tapped the sheet on his right.
His upper body lay on the soft ground, his eyes glued to the ceiling.
I lay down on the same level as him and turned my head in his direction.
"Did you just call me Elaine?" I asked hesitantly.
I was almost certain I must have misheard. After all, the professor had been so deep inside me that everything around us was practically blurred and pleasantly muffled.
"Does it matter?" mumbled Edwards and put his arm around me.
His fingers gently caressed my naked shoulder.
"No," I breathed and bit my lower lip.
Seconds later the professor had thrown the thin bedspread from the foot end over our still strained breathing bodies.
"We can be to each other whoever we want."
The sound of his harsh voice was like a dark veil over me.
"Do you not like who I am?" I whispered and looked up at him.
He laughed softly, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"And who are you? Blaire Ella Spencer. What is there about you that I do not yet know?"
The silence was broken only by the sound of our breathing.
I lowered my head again and placed one hand on Logan's chest.
"Nothing," I breathed and closed my eyes.
He was right.
I didn't know who I was; which parts of me belonged to me and which didn't.
"Why didn't you like me at first?" I asked and drew little circles on his skin.
"I noticed you from the first moment."
My pulse accelerated as he turned to his side and put a hand between my thighs.
We looked at each other.
He provocatively rubbed my crotch, giving me a quick kiss on the nose.
Then he said, "I love to play."
A kiss on the forehead, his fingers massaging my most sensitive area.
"According to what I know about you and your little association. It makes life more exciting."
A kiss on my mouth.
A passionate sigh escaped me as he pressed my labia together at ever shorter intervals.
I let my eyelids flutter as he continued to stimulate me, biting and sucking on my neck.
Finally he gave in to my squirming movements and helped me to take off my pantyhose and panties.
It was a wonderful feeling to feel his naked skin against mine.
He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me on himself with a jerk.
The tip of his penis pressed provocatively against my wet entrance every time he teased me with his short kisses.
I would do it, I implored myself in spirit. I would sleep with him.
The professor greedily watched my breasts dancing back and forth as he whispered: "If I had been your father, I would never have left you."
The blood froze in my veins.
For a brief moment I didn't move; I was frozen.
"Hey," Edwards noticed and put two fingers under my chin. "What's the matter?"
I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Nothing," I squawked. "I just have this pull in my abdomen."
I climbed down from him. "Where's your bathroom?"
Edwards looked at me sceptically.
"In the hall, second door on the right," he said slowly.
"I'll be right back," I assured him, my hands wrapped around my naked body to protect it.
I left the bedroom in haste. Halfway out, I turned around once more and walked back.
Professor Edwards had put one hand under my head when I entered the room again and reached for my handbag.
He frowned.
"Are you fleeing from me now?" he asked with a raised brow.
His tone was serious and that frightened me.
I tried smiling.
"Nonsense. It's just..." I lowered my eyes and pressed my lips together. "I have to go and freshen up a bit. You know, girl stuff.
I shrugged apologetically, grabbed my dress and hurried into the bathroom.
I locked the door twice. Then I turned on the tap.
With trembling fingers I pressed the speed dial six.
"I thought you were mad," I heard Benji say in a deep voice at the other end.
"Can you pick me up?" I whispered.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"I can't talk about it now. Can you come?"
Nervously I glanced at the locked door.
"Sure."
I breathed ag
ain. Then I gave Benji the address.
"Please hurry."
Hands clasped around the sink, I looked in the mirror, breathing heavily.
Calm down, I praised myself in my mind's eye.
After splashing water on my face, I put on my dress and went back to Edwards with my heart pounding wildly.
"There's still that party," I began.
Logan leaned back on his elbows and stared at me.
"You'd rather get pointlessly drunk and listen to bad music than have hot sex with your very handsome college professor?"
He moved the corner of his mouth up and gave me bedroom eyes.
If I didn't know better, I'd have bought the innocent act.
Guilelessly, I raised my shoulders again.
"I'm young," I replied frivolously, hoping fervently that he would buy the charade.
A breath of anger flitted across his face. But in a split second he smiled again.
"I suppose you need the day tomorrow to sober up," he asked almost casually.
"Probably," I returned and swallowed.
"Then come back here on Monday night."
"We have so many exams next week," I evaded.
I reached for my shoes and slipped into them.
Head down, I was glad not to look him in the eye for a moment.
"You can study here," Professor Edwards replied.
His tone made it clear that this was not a request.
Again I swallowed.
"All right," I returned with another fake smile and added "That was nice" for safety.
"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
He gave me a frown.
I took a deep breath, then I went to the bed and bent down.
"Of course", I answered and kissed him.
"Good," he muttered and stroked my chin.
"Well then -"
I stood up and waved. "Good night."
"Have you booked a taxi yet?" he wanted to know.
Sometimes on weekends it took a long time to get one.
Part of the reason I called Benji.
"A friend is picking me up," I explained.
"Who?
The professor's face darkened.
"Just Benji, my seatmate," I said quickly, and grabbed the cool doorknob.
"So long."
"See you Monday," I heard Logan's voice just before I closed the door.
I exhaled a seemingly endless stream of breath as I walked off his property.
What had I gotten myself into?
***
Benji's car made sure that my pulse calmed down a little.
"Looks like trouble," Benji noticed dryly after I got in and fastened my seat belt.
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