by Parker, Ali
“I can see that,” I said, running a finger over the spine of a book. It had a thick layer of dust. “Even the janitors ignore this place.”
“Yep. Total privacy.”
There was a small, very small table in the corner. She sat down, putting her briefcase on the table and gesturing for me to have a seat.
“Are you worried someone might see us?” I asked her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
She smiled. “No. I realized it’s perfectly acceptable for professors to tutor students. Generally, it is a small group, but with my small class and it being a mini-mester, a one on one session is normal.”
“I see. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “Sit. Let’s go over the information. The test is tomorrow. I want you to do well.”
“I appreciate that. I’d like to do well. I know it’s not really the grade that I’m going for, but I feel like I’ve been handed a challenge and I don’t like to fail at anything.”
Her eyes lit up. “Good to know.”
I sat down and pulled out my iPad to take notes. I really was taking the class seriously. “All right, hit me.”
“I don’t know if it’s all that much. If you’ve been doing the reading, I’m sure you’re going to do just fine.”
“Thank you for the confidence, but it’s been a long time since I took a test. I think I need all the help I can get. Is it still coloring in the little bubbles?”
She burst into laughter before slapping a hand over her mouth. “Oops. No. Not my tests. I don’t care much for multiple choice. That’s too easy.”
I groaned. “Too easy isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The names of some of these guys are kind of strange.”
“I give credit even if it’s not spelled correctly,” she said.
“Good to know. How did everything go with your meeting yesterday?”
Her grimace said more than I thought she wanted to say. “It was fine. Just the usual check in.”
“Good. I would hate to have my favorite professor fired.”
“I’m your only professor,” she said with a wink.
“Details, details. Are you doing anything special for the holidays?”
She slowly shook her head. “Not really. I usually don’t.”
“Is your family local?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t prying, but I was intrigued by her.
“No family to speak of,” she answered.
I nodded, feeling a little bad for her. “Estranged?”
“Dead.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry,” she quickly said. “People tell me I’m too blunt when it comes to stuff like that.”
“Don’t be sorry. I was being nosy. I’m the one who is sorry.”
She offered a smile. “It’s okay. Really. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything when people ask me about my family. It’s really not a big deal.”
I couldn’t shake the guilty feeling for bringing up something that was likely a sensitive subject, even if she was playing it off really well. “I’m ready.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m ready for the notes or whatever it was you had to give me for the upcoming test,” I clarified.
“Oh, yes, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I told her. “I tend to get distracted easily.”
Another one of her pretty smiles. “All right, the upcoming test is essentially going to cover some of the scandals involving our illustrious gods and their ladies. As you’ve probably noticed, the Greek gods were kind of a randy group of folks.”
I smirked. “I gathered that.”
“I think it’s interesting that the Greeks were really the forward-thinkers in history. While the Greeks themselves didn’t necessarily openly practice homosexuality or polygamy, the gods and goddesses they worshipped certainly did.”
“Why do you think people are so fascinated with Greek mythology?” I asked her. “I mean I know the obvious reasons, but I have been doing a lot of reading and many believe the myths tend to be very erotic, the stuff of sexual fantasies.”
She nodded. “I think humans like the idea of being free to do anything their hearts desire. Imagine being beautiful and seeing someone you were attracted to. Imagine there being no rules about what you could or couldn’t do with that person. No one would dare stop you or lecture you for the way you liked sex or how often you liked it.”
I felt an odd stirring. She spoke very openly about sex. Not just sex, but eroticism. “I suppose that would certainly remove some inhibitions.”
“There are countless stories of sex leading to good and bad consequences. I love how they were unashamed of what they liked or who they liked. While there were some goddesses who chose to abstain from sex, the majority were very sexual creatures. Some were very vigilant in their pursuits of a lover. Some had many lovers and weren’t afraid to admit it. The gods were just as promiscuous, with some taking several wives or sharing lovers with their wives. It was all very open.”
“I imagine Mount Olympus to be one giant orgy,” I said. “It would be like walking through a brothel or the Playboy mansion.”
Her soft smile tugged at something low in my gut. “It was a very open society. Women are depicted as being scantily clad, their breasts exposed as they made their way around. Greek goddesses have always been described as full-figured and voluptuous.”
I swallowed again, doing my best not to look at her own very ample breasts that were safely contained under the pretty blouse she was wearing. “I’ve seen some of the artwork.”
“Do you find it attractive?” she asked, her voice low.
I nodded, holding her gaze. “I do. What’s not to like? They were drawn as full-figured women with breasts a man could get lost in.”
“Their vision for what they found to be the standard of beauty held for centuries,” she explained. “I have always wondered when things changed.”
“Twiggy,” I answered immediately, having no real idea if that was the case.
Her soft laughter echoed around me. “Possibly. Anyway, the many marriages, affairs, and rapes that occur in Greek mythology are rather interesting. At least, I find it interesting. I’m intrigued by the openness of their lives. They held no secrets. If they wanted something, they went after it. While a few of the unsavory individuals would scheme to get what they wanted, the stories are generally of those who had no shame about what they wanted.”
“Like their very strange predilections,” I said.
Her eyes were full of life. “Ah, you’ve read about the satyrs.”
I nodded. “I did. Interesting bunch.”
“Interesting, depraved, I guess it’s all in how you look at it.”
“They weren’t ostracized for their depravities,” I said.
“No, they weren’t, not entirely. In fact, in some cases, I feel like they were celebrated. Their notorious reputations often made them the life of the party. Can you imagine someone like that in today’s world?”
I shook my head. “No. Masturbation seemed to be very widely accepted though, which seems odd.”
“Why?”
“Because they were so dead set on reproducing.”
Her shy smile reappeared. “True, but they saw orgasms as a natural way of relieving stress. If they couldn’t get it with another person, they took care of business themselves. It was so widely accepted; it wasn’t even worth mentioning. It would be like us in today’s world seeing a therapist or picking up a hobby to help unwind. They masturbated.”
I couldn’t help but watch her mouth when she spoke. All the talk about sex and masturbating and orgasms was killing me. I hadn’t realized how attracted I was to her until that very moment. “I suppose that’s a healthier habit than drinking or drugs.”
“Exactly,” she whispered. “That was their way. I think it sounds far better than waking up with a hangover.”
My eyes were on her full lips again. I wondered what she tasted like. Her tongue da
rted out, running over her bottom lip. The small table between us was no real barrier. I had to know.
I reached for the back of her head, my fingers twining in the long strands of silky blonde hair as I pulled her head forward while leaning in. I didn’t ask permission. We were long past that. My lips slammed against hers, forcing her to open her lips. I felt ravenous. My cock was throbbing, and I was damn near ready to take a page from the Greek gods and give myself some relief.
I think I expected her to pull away and slap me across the face. She didn’t. She dove into the kiss with as much gusto and arousal as I was feeling. Our tongues dueled. Her hand went to my shoulder, pulling me closer.
Now the table was an issue. I needed to be closer. I needed to feel her boobs pushed against my chest. I wanted to run my hands over her full hips and squeeze her round ass. I jerked forward, sliding my chair closer to her.
One of her hands dropped to my thigh, trying to pull me closer. She was hungry. I felt fucking insatiable and knew I wasn’t going to stop unless she told me to. I accepted it and didn’t even try to talk myself out of fucking my professor in the library. There were moments in life where you just instinctively knew you had to take a chance.
This was one of those moments.
Chapter 16
Leila
I knew it was bad. I knew it was wrong. Kissing a student in the library was dangerous business. I didn’t care. I was desperate for his touch. His kisses were hungry and stirring up something deep inside my belly. I felt like a volcano beginning a slow eruption. Hot lava pumped through my veins, making me feel flushed and twitchy at the same time.
It was too good to be bad.
My mouth opened wider, sucking the man’s face as I pulled him closer to me. I got lost in the moment. I forgot all about where I was or who I was kissing. It was that good. His firm hand on the back of my neck, holding my face against his felt like a vice. I liked it. It felt good to be manhandled a little.
I squeezed his thigh before leaning forward and wrapping my arm around his back. One of his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up.
So much better.
I moaned, rubbing myself against his body. I had to lean my head back and go up on my toes to meet his exuberant kisses. Both his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him. I could feel the erection against my belly and squirmed with need.
His hands roamed over my back, moving down to my ass and squeezing. He used his strong hands to grind my pelvis against his lower body, sending shivers of delight up and down my spine. A loud moan escaped my throat, swallowed by his mouth over mine.
I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I could feel heat between my legs and knew I was wet. I wanted him inside me. All I could think about in that moment was what it would feel like to have his body joined with mine. Images of the gods I studied so diligently flittered through my mind, heightening my arousal.
“I want you,” he whispered, his lips brushing over mine as he spoke.
“Here?” I gasped, knowing the answer but feeling a little shy.
“Now,” he growled, his mouth slamming over mine.
I kissed him, letting him know he had my full approval to do as he liked. I sealed the commitment to do whatever he had in mind by reaching down and grabbing a handful of his firm ass. He must have gotten the message loud and clear. His hand slid between us, going after the button on my slacks with gusto. I felt the cool air brush over me as he pushed my pants down my legs.
I was trembling all over. I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t necessarily nervous. I was horny as hell and desperate for his touch. His hand slid under my panties, his mouth over mine as he palmed my wet heat. I gasped. The full contact of his hand over my pussy was exciting and arousing and I was going to orgasm with nothing more than a touch.
His finger slid over my folds, parting me and finding my opening. I went perfectly still, knowing what was coming and not entirely sure I was ready for it. The tip of his finger rubbed over my clit, sending heat flooding my body and pooling between my legs.
His mouth moved over mine, his kiss deepening as his finger pushed inside me. I was going to melt in his arms. I held onto his shoulders, needing the support as his finger worked inside me. I was hot. So, fucking hot.
“Damn,” he whispered. “You’re wet.”
“I am,” I answered on a breath. “I want you.”
He pulled his face back from mine, those blue eyes staring into mine. At first, I thought he was going to change his mind. Maybe I had misread the situation. Maybe he was only looking for a little heavy petting and had no intention to have sex with me.
Just when I thought I had made a complete fool of myself, he walked me backwards, his finger still buried inside me. I gasped, wonderful sensations spiraling through my body as he pushed me against the only barren wall in the small area. He held me against the wall, his finger probing in and out, stroking over nerve endings that were starved for attention.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my head rolling to the side, my hands moving to his hair. I pulled his mouth to mine. When he pulled away, I whimpered until his mouth moved to my neck. I gasped, nearly orgasming as he sucked my flesh between his teeth.
He growled low in his throat, moving his mouth and sucking more untouched flesh into his mouth. I was confident I would melt into a pile of hot goo at his feet. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. My skin was too hot. Too tight. Everything felt hyper-sensitive.
“Undo my pants,” he ordered, pulling his finger out and sliding over my slick folds. I nodded, my hands going for the belt on his pants.
Somehow, despite my trembling hands and the lack of focus I had due to the finger working in and out of my body, I managed to get the belt undone. I quickly went after the button and slid the zipper down. My hand slid over his erection through the underwear, getting a good feel before I slid under the fabric.
I groaned with pleasure as I wrapped my hand around his hard length. I rubbed my thumb over the head, wiping away the bead of moisture. He was hard and ready, and I didn’t want to delay another second.
His free hand pushed my pants down, stripping my panties with them while his finger worked inside me. I leaned against the wall, letting it support me while he brought me close to orgasm. “Please,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting myself relish in the myriad of sensations coursing through my body.
“First,” he said, not finishing the sentence. I gasped when I felt a second finger gently push inside, stretching me and giving me the last little bit, I needed to explode.
“Oh god,” I moaned, the sound more of a keening as my body wept over his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out, pushed his underwear down, and spun me around. I leaned against the wall, my cheek pressed against the surface as I gasped for air. My body was still vibrating, shaking and trembling as the last vestiges of the orgasm slowly rained over me.
His hand moved to my thigh, spreading my legs before grabbing my hip and jerking me backwards. The gentle man I had known had vanished. In his place was the hard and aggressive man behind me, spreading me wide and bending me over in the secret room of my school library.
His cock brushed over my inner thighs as he rubbed himself over me. I turned to look over my shoulder, watching as he guided himself to my opening. He gently pushed the tip in. He was much larger than the two fingers that had been inside me.
I wiggled my hips a little, adjusting myself to better accommodate him. He pushed in a little more. I felt my body stretching, opening for him.
“God damn,” he breathed, pushing in a little farther.
“More,” I answered, ready for him to complete the joining. “All. The. Way.”
He grunted, the sound slightly feral as his hands held my hips. He pushed once, then again, until I thought I would explode in a burst of bright light and ecstasy. I arched my back, taking him all the way inside me.
“Don’t move,” he growled, holding my hips steady.
Knowing he was on th
e edge made me feel powerful and sexy. I loved knowing he was turned on by my body. I could feel his excitement. It heightened my own.
“Harder,” I demanded.
“Shh,” he answered.
I looked back at him. His eyes met mine. I nearly orgasmed again. Seeing him pushed against me, his dick buried, inside me was wholly erotic. I closed my eyes, focusing on the part of my body wrapped around his, gently squeezing and throbbing.
“Yes,” I breathed out the word. I could feel him growing even harder inside me cocooned in my warmth.
“Fuck, I’m going to explode,” he groaned.
“Not yet,” I whispered.
His low growl accompanied by the thrusting of his hips had me holding onto the wall. I pushed back against him, swallowing his hard length deep inside my body. It suddenly became very frantic. Both of us on a quest to reach our orgasms.
“Go,” he whispered. “Fuck, you have to go. I can’t hold back.”
I cried out, his strangled words making me crazed with need. I pushed back, over and over, sucking his body deep inside mine. His fingertips dug into the flesh on my hips. I whimpered, feeling the first violent sparks of a second orgasm.
I was sure I would collapse. My legs trembled, my muscles tensing as the spiraling sensation wound up, tighter and tighter until I could barely draw breath. When it hit, it nearly took me to my knees. His thick cock buried inside me kept me upright.
He cried out, quickly squelching the sound as he found his release. I was lost in my own ecstasy. I struggled to stay quiet. I wanted to slap my hand against the wall and shout to the world. I bit my lip instead, concentrating on the throbbing cock inside me.
“Wow,” he breathed, stepping away from me.
I stood upright, reality slamming into me. “Oh god,” I murmured afraid to turn around and see the evidence of what I had done.
He softly chuckled. “You can say that again. I like this little space you have here.”
I whipped my head around, my eyes going wide. “No! I have never done that before!”