Even with that side note, I was not prepared for how straight forward the questions were going to be. Still, I decided that I was going to give this my best attempt. After all, I was curious to know what kind of sexual creature lived inside of me.
1. What do you wear when you go to bed?
This one was easy. I always slept in a pair of shorts and a tank top.
2. What is your sexiest outfit?
Sexy was not how I would describe any of the outfits I owned. I always dressed for comfort, not to look good for anyone else. If I had a man to dress sexy for, that might change, but my ex was never into that kind of thing.
3. Have you ever watched another couple get intimate, whether accidentally or on purpose?
This was actually an interesting question. Although I never watched anyone have sex, there were always girls at the sorority house making out with their boyfriends. I always acted like I wasn’t paying attention, but I made sure to catch glimpses. It always turned me on.
4. Have you ever kissed or made out with a guy just because you were turned on?
Yes, and this ties in with the previously asked question. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and we were having a party at the sorority house. One of the housemates boyfriend’s had brought a single friend along with him. After watching them make out all afternoon, we decided to go at each other, but I stopped it before things got sexual.
5. If you could see any part of a man’s body first, what would it be?
I was sure this was looking for a sexual answer, but my answer was the eyes. I have always believed that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. If I am interested in someone and they don’t have kind eyes, I won’t even consider getting to know them. This made me think of Mr. Jacobs and his eyes. He had sexy eyes, but I hadn’t had to opportunity to really look into them and see what was inside.
6. What is your secret move that you use to turn a guy on?
This question made me laugh out loud. My secret move? I didn’t have one of those. I have never been the type to make the first move and I felt I was way too awkward to have a secret move that would be used to turn someone on.
7. Where is one place on your body that a man can kiss that is guaranteed to put you in the mood?
This was easy. If I got kissed right where my neck meets my shoulder, I would melt.
8. Do you get turned on when getting a massage?
The only massages I’d ever received were from the Asian women when I was getting a manicure and pedicure. The massages felt good enough, but they didn’t turn me on.
9. Do you want me to kiss you?
I had to read this question several times because I was certain I read it wrong, but no, it’s legitimately asking if I wanted him to kiss me. The answer was a simple one. Yes.
10. Do you enjoy oral sex?
I enjoy going down on a guy, yes. I don’t know how good I am at it because I don’t have a ton of experience, but it always got the job done.
As far as receiving oral sex, I had no idea. Nobody had ever gone down on me before. I’m not sure how I would feel about someone doing it. As self-conscious as I am, I’m not completely sure I’d be able to be comfortable enough to enjoy it.
11. Hairy, trimmed, or completely shaved?
Who was this question referring to? Him? Me? I had no idea by the way it was worded. If it was talking about my preference for the guy, I like it trimmed. If the question was asking how I keep mine, the answer was completely shaved, although sometimes I’d keep a neat little landing strip.
12. What can I do to arouse you?
He was slick, I had to give him that. Definitely creative. The answer I wrote down simply said kiss me.
13. Is it turning you on to answer these questions?
Surprisingly, yes.
14. Now would you like me to kiss you?
This man had taken flirting to an entirely new level. I was thoroughly impressed. Hell yes, I wanted him to kiss me.
15 Would you like me to touch you? Where can I touch you?
Yes, I want you to touch me. Touch me anywhere you want. My body is yours.
I’d made it to the end of the questionnaire and suddenly found myself very self-conscious. I looked around the library, expecting people to be staring at me, somehow knowing all about the questions I’d just answered.
Of course, nobody was paying me any mind. There were only a few people in the library and they were all off in their own little worlds. I was in my own too. It was a world of fantasy. I was more turned on that I could ever remember being.
DYLAN
My cell phone started ringing. The call was coming from a local number that I didn’t recognize.
“Yeah?” I answered, annoyed that this was going to be one of those bullshit robot-calls that seemingly never end, no matter how many times you press the button to be placed on their do not call list.
“Mr. Jacobs, this is Heather from the university library. We have the books in that you requested. You can come in to pick them up whenever you’d like.”
“Okay great, thank you. I’ll be right there.
I threw on some clothes and made my way to the library to pick up the books I asked for. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible since the books were about teaching and creative writing, both of which I was supposed to know something about, at least as far as the students were concerned.
Grabbing my books, I walked over into a secluded part of the library so I could make sure that the books were what I was looking for. As I looked around for a place to sit, I noticed Sydney sitting there in one of the back corners, practically hidden from the rest of the library.
I smiled and headed towards the area she was sitting in. She was completely lost in concentration so she didn’t see or hear me approaching her. Glancing over her shoulder, I see that she’s just finishing up the last of the questions I had sent her. Reading the answers to the last few questions put a smile on my face and a slight bulge in my pants.
She also had the latest issue of Cosmo sitting on the table. It was open to an article titled “How to Receive the Best Orgasm from Oral Stimulation.”
“Is that part of your research or looking for tips for your boyfriend?” I asked, bending down to whisper right into her ear.
“Shit!” She yelled out a bit louder than she probably wanted to. “What the hell are you doing? You scared the crap out of me, Mr. Jacobs!”
“Sorry, I was picking up some books and saw you sitting over here all by yourself. I figured I’d come over and say hello. Oh, and none of that Mr. Jacobs stuff. Call me Dylan. What are you working on? The assignment I gave you?”
“That’s none of your business,” she shot back.
“It’s okay, I’m more interested in why you’re reading that magazine anyway. So back to my question. Research or info for the boyfriend?”
“For your information, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What? A gorgeous girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend? Still, there has to be someone you’re taking those tips back to, right? A friend with benefits perhaps?”
“No, nobody like that. Oral sex is just something I’ve always been curious about.”
“Wait a minute, something you’ve been curious about? That doesn’t mean…has nobody ever gone down on you?”
“Shhh, someone will hear you,” she said, looking as though she wanted to find a place to hide. “And no, nobody has ever gone down on me.”
“That’s crazy. How is that even possible? You’re such an attractive girl. I know if you were my girl, I’d be feasting on you daily.”
“Stop it,” she giggled. “I just don’t have a lot of experience. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend and he never wanted to try it.”
I know I was supposed to be on my best behavior, but I suddenly found that I was unable to help myself.
“Do you realize that if I were to use my tongue on you, I would completely ruin you for any other man?”
“You think so?”
> “I know so. I would make you feel things that you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. I’d get you off within minutes.”
“I’m not so sure about that. I don’t get off easily. My ex never got me off and it takes a while for me to do it myself, and I know exactly what I like.”
“That sounds like a challenge. Is that a challenge?”
“That can be whatever you want it to be.”
“Come with me,” I told her, grabbing her hand and leading her to a small area behind the book stacks that was completely closed off to the rest of the library. My staff badge gave me access to the small room.
As soon as the door closed behind us, I grabbed her and began kissing her neck. Moving slowly and mixing my kisses with gentle bites.
Sitting her up on the small table located in the corner of the room, I continued to kiss my way down. Her perfume smelled delicious and I couldn’t get enough of her scent.
Grabbing her legs, I lifted her sun dress, spread her legs apart, and moved her panties to the side, revealing a smooth pussy that was already glistening with excitement.
I watched as her flat stomach started to rise and fall as her breathing became more enthusiastic the closer my mouth came to her. Positioning my shoulders under her thighs, I gazed at the most beautiful vagina I’d ever seen. I kissed the inside of her left thigh, then bit the left. I reveled in her scent and moistened my palate with the thought of what she was going to taste like.
After I felt I had made her wait long enough, I tasted her.
She was so sweet, so juicy, so gratifying. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her closer to me, allowing me to bury my face in her delicious folds. I could feel her wetness soaking my lips, and that only caused me to be even more excited about what I was doing.
I danced my tongue around and around like it was doing some kind of dance. She tried to be silent, but couldn’t contain the gasps and moans that were escaping her lips. She followed my lead, grinding herself again my mouth as though she was a conductor leading a symphony with my mouth.
Using my tongue, I flicked across her clit like a stick on a snare drum while sliding two fingers inside of her tight little hole. Her moans turned into a pleasure-filled shriek. I could feel her breathing getting more and more shallow as the walls of her pussy closed tight around my fingers until she couldn’t take it anymore.
I couldn’t have been licking her for more than three minutes before she released in a succulent explosion of pleasure. She left me with mouth soaked all the way to the bottom of my nose and my hand wet all the way to my wrist.
Sydney leaned back on the table, sprawled ope and completely unable to open her eyes. I watched as she smiled whole the waves of her body’s aftershocks took over, bouncing her breasts ever so gently.
“Was I wrong?” I asked.
“No, you definitely were not wrong,” she laughed.
I stood up and gave her a kiss. She seemed hesitant at first, but seemed to really enjoy tasting herself on my lips.
“I’ll leave the room first and make my way out of the library. Wait a couple of minutes before going back to your seat.”
As soon as I left the library, I went back home to try to process what had just happened. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it had shaken me up.
What had I gotten myself into?
Was she going to regret what had happened?
Was she going to tell The Dean?
The more important question was how were things going to be in class? Due to some previously scheduled engagements, it would be a week before I saw her in class again. We would just take a wait and see approach and hopefully things wouldn’t be weird.
SYDNEY
The days after the encounter in the library seemed to run together and were basically a blur. I’d basically been a mess since what I liked to call the best orgasm ever. I didn’t tell anyone what had happened, although it was hard not to brag about his skills. I knew it was a touchy situation and I didn’t want to do anything that might get him in any kind of trouble with the school.
I couldn’t take my mind off of Dylan and was honestly beginning to feel like the typical schoolgirl with a crush, although my infatuation stopped well short of doodling our names together in a notebook.
There was something that was bothering me. I’m not the type of girl that normally does things like that. The only person I’d ever even been sexual with was my boyfriend, whom I’d dated all throughout high school.
My mind was going in a million different directions. Where did this leave Dylan and I? Was this just a one-time thing? How were things going to be in class? Would they be weird? Would the students pick up on the fact that something had happened? Would he play it off like nothing happened?
A full week had gone by with no contact from him whatsoever. I tried not to overthink what that could mean because for all I knew, he was just as weirded out as I was. Maybe we were both waiting for the other to make the next move.
I decided to do something that was out of the ordinary for me. I was going to make the next move. As uncomfortable as that was for me, it was way better than sitting there awkwardly in class wondering where everything stood.
Remembering that he told me he liked to go into his office about an hour before class to prepare for the day, I decided that I would meet him there. I’m not the psycho type to show up unannounced, but I didn’t really see the need to make a big spectacle out of the meeting.
As I was reaching out to turn the handle, I heard muffled voices inside the room. I couldn’t make out who it was at first, but it was another male.
Not wanting to interrupt, I decided to walk away and head to class. I made it to the hallway before I realized that the other voice in the office was that of Dean Robinson. I couldn’t make out the entirety of the conversation, but I clearly made out The Dean mentioning something about inappropriate behavior.
He couldn’t have found out about our little session in the library, could he? I was positive that nobody saw us going in or out of that room and I was certain that Dylan didn’t say a word to anyone. Were there cameras that nobody knew about? Perhaps The Dean had been keeping a close eye on him for so reason.
There was no way I could be sure of why The Dean was talking to Dylan about inappropriate behavior. All I knew for sure was that if they were talking about me, the last place I wanted to be caught was standing outside the office eavesdropping.
Dylan was close to 10-minutes late to class and when he walked in, I could tell there was something wrong. He barely even looked in my direction as he sat down at his desk, obviously doing what he could to try to collect his thoughts.
“Sydney, could you come up here for a moment, please?”
I scurried to his desk to see what he needed.
“What’s up?” I asked in a tone just above a whisper.
“I need you to teach the class for me today. It’s been a bad morning and I just don’t have it in me at the moment. Do you think you could do that for me?” He requested, leaning in close so none of the students could hear our conversation.
“Are you sure? I’ve never taught before. I’m not really sure what to do.”
“It’s simple. I’ve got my lesson plan right here. Just follow it and you’ll be fine.
I wasn’t prepared, but I subscribed to the whole fake it until you make it philosophy and I think I did an acceptable job. He had left the room shortly after I started teaching the class, and I didn’t think I was going to see him again.
Once class was over and the students had filed out of the room, I was surprised to see him standing by the door.
“Can you stay for a few minutes? I’d like to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, I can stay for as long as you need me.”
“Good,” he said as he closed the door and locked it behind him. He walked over to where I was and sat on his desk facing me. “Look, this whole thing caught me by surprise and I’m not sure how to handle this,
so I think it’s best if I just come out and say it.”
“Okay,” I said, expecting that I was about to be let down in a major way.
“The other night in the library, that was something else. I thought we were just going to have a little bit of fun and that would be it, but I felt something in the room that evening. There was a connection there that I can’t really explain. I just want to know if you felt it too.”
“Yes,” I told him. “I’ve honestly not been able to get you off my mind. It’s crazy.”
“Okay good, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just me. So I’m just going to come out and day it. I like you and I’d love to see if there is something here between the two of us. I’d love nothing more than to see where this goes if that’s something you think you might be interested in.”
“Yes, very much so.”
“Good, the only thing is were going to have to be very cautious for a little while. Not very long. Just until the semester is over. After that, I should be back into my role in the advertising agency and I’ll no longer be a teacher at the university. What do you think?”
“I’ll be as cautious as you need me to.”
He didn’t say anything else. He just grabbed me by the back of my head and kissed me deeply. One kiss became two and the next thing I knew, we were in a full-blown make-out session.
He was kissing my neck and manhandling me. I could feel myself melting under his touch until I was basically putty in his hands. I wanted him to take me right there on his desk, but I wasn’t going to say a word, especially when I knew we had to be careful.
Instead of fucking me, he slid his hand into my panties, dipped a finger inside of my wet pussy and used the lubrication to rub my clit. It was either the excitement of the moment, the fact that he knew exactly where and how to touch me, or a combination of the two, but my eyes were rolling into the back of my head as I orgasmed in under a minute. He definitely knew what he was doing.
“You’re too good at that,” I joked as I tried to regain my composure.
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