Misadventures of a Valedictorian

by M. F. Wild

  I bit my lip with an uncertain nod. I wasn’t sure what I had just agreed to, but I had the unsettling feeling that I may have just sold my soul to the devil.

  * * *

  “But this was our weekend.”

  I groaned into the phone, unable to mask my disappointment. Two weeks had gone by since I’d tasted Clare, and I was dying to make up for lost time. This was a bye week for our team, which was perfect since my roommate had plans to be out of town for the entire weekend. My plan had been to spend as much time inside Clare Winston as possible.

  “I know, Eric. I’m really sorry to have to cancel, but I’ve got a ton of homework to do.”

  Something was definitely off in her voice. Was she blowing me off for another guy? It was Friday, for fuck’s sake. Who in their right mind did homework on a Friday night?

  Frustrated, I ran my hands through my hair. “Just be honest with me, Clare. Are you seeing someone else?” I held my breath, terrified of what her answer would be.

  “What? No, of course not!”

  Her answer sent a wave of relief over me.

  “Then, tell me what’s going on. Something’s wrong.”

  She blew out a long breath into the phone. “Nothing’s wrong, Eric. I’m just really overwhelmed. My tutoring job at the library is taking up so much of my time that I’ve fallen behind on some of my assignments. That’s all.”

  “I need to see you, Clare. Just thirty minutes, please.” Hell, if she’d just give me five goddamn minutes, I’d show her how quickly I could make her come. I knew her pussy like the back of my hand. It would only take five seconds of my tongue pressing her clit, and I’d have her screaming out my name.

  “Eric,” she whispered into the phone.

  I cursed inwardly. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t going to meet me for a quickie. There was only one other option… Phone sex.

  * * *

  Damn it. Of all nights, why did I pick tonight to let Eric talk me into having phone sex?

  I sprinted down the hall, crossing the threshold of the classroom just as the time on my phone changed to seven p.m. Panting, I smoothed down my hair, hoping that the blush from my earlier orgasm had finally disappeared from my face.

  “Cutting it close, aren’t we?”

  Professor Drake’s deep voice boomed from the darkened level above me, sending a shockwave through me. Squinting, I looked up into the balcony, barely catching the silhouette of his body. Before I could speak, he issued his first demand.

  “Have a seat in front of my desk, Miss Winston.”

  I situated myself on the wooden chair, tugging my skirt down. I shifted nervously in my seat as he approached. He strode confidently around me and sat on the edge of the desk, facing me.

  “Are you ready to begin?” He smirked, loosening his tie.

  “Yes, sir.” I reached for my textbook, but he stopped me, lifting a hand and shaking his head.

  “You won’t be needing that.” He hardened his stare before continuing. “Let’s just say that what I’m about to teach you doesn’t exactly go along with the university’s approved curriculum.”

  I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart. I didn’t know what he had in mind for this lesson, but so far, I was scared shitless. He was my professor. Surely he wouldn’t do anything to risk losing his job. Then again, we were both risking something by being here.

  “For you to earn this extra credit, I have to know you have a true understanding of the topics, Clare. Your paper was safe, and frankly, boring. I know you’re capable of better. If you want to prove that, you have to be willing to push past your insecurities. Do you think you can do that?”

  When I nodded, he stood and dimmed the lights above me, until we were in complete darkness. My heart wouldn’t slow as I waited for what he’d do next. Seconds later, the overhead projector switched on, illuminating the white screen that hung from the ceiling.

  “I want you to pay close attention to every single detail of the video you’re about to watch. When it’s done, I will test you on it.”

  Even without the benefit of seeing him, I found the sound of his voice erotic. Confident, low, and hypnotic.

  Suddenly, the screen above me came to life. I gasped at the figure of a naked woman projected onto the screen, spread eagle, leaving nothing to the imagination. Within a few seconds, I realized I was watching porn. The woman licked her fingers and worked the moisture over her clit, moving feverishly in circular motions. My face heated as my own body began reacting to what I saw. The woman’s moans grew louder and louder, until she threw her head back and screamed, her body shaking from her orgasm. The muscles in my neck strained as I resisted the urge to look away.

  The camera zoomed in on her sex just as she sank her fingers into her pussy and worked them in a frenzied pace. As I turned my head away, the professor’s strong hands cupped my face from behind and turned me back.

  “Watch her, Clare.” His breath was warm against my ear.

  I squirmed in my seat, squeezing my thighs together.

  “Pay attention to how your body reacts. It’s natural. Don’t fight it.” He released his hold on my face and gripped the sides of my arms, gently pinning me back against the chair. “Look at her face, Clare. Feel her pleasure as if it were your own.”

  I exhaled sharply, noting how hard my nipples had suddenly become inside my bra. The pressure between my legs was now unbearable. Moaning, I shifted in the chair, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

  “Tell me, Clare. When you’re alone in your dorm at night, do you touch yourself?”

  “Yes.” I closed my eyes, feeling heat rush to my cheeks with the confession.

  The woman on the screen was still moaning and breathing heavily, adding to the forbidden arousal pooling between my thighs.

  The professor released his hold on me, and I heard his footsteps circle in front of me. When he lifted my chin, I opened my eyes. His gaze was dark with desire.

  “Your shyness will be your downfall, Clare. How will you learn if you don’t push yourself?” His gaze flickered down my body. “Spread your legs.”

  The voice in my head told me to run while I still had the chance, before I crossed every line that had the potential to destroy me. But I no longer had the choice to run, and I wasn’t sure I would, even if I could. If anyone walked in and saw this, I would be expelled from school. The thought of getting caught was thrilling, though, and that momentarily outweighed my fear.

  With his smoldering stare still fixed on me, I scooted to the edge of the chair and inched my skirt up, spreading my legs without taking my eyes off him.

  “Put your feet on the edge of my desk and lean back.”

  I did as he asked, and when his mouth fell open slightly, I knew he could see everything. I had rushed to his classroom after Eric’s dirty words had put me over the edge. And now I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my skirt.

  “Are you ready for your test?” he rasped, licking his lips.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  The woman on the screen was getting louder. She was close, and hell if I didn’t feel like I was a touch away from coming myself.

  As if he could sense my inner turmoil, the professor tensed his jaw and straightened. “It’s time to erase all of your inhibitions.”

  He held up a small remote and aimed it toward the projector to pause the video. I stared up at the still image of the woman, her face frozen in mid-climax.

  He pointed to the screen. “Do you see that girl? I want you to become her. Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”

  Closing my eyes, I eased my hand downward, until my fingertips brushed my bare pussy. I inched them downward, coating them with my arousal.

  “Taste yourself, Clare. Learn how sweet your cunt is.”

  Trembling, I knew I was about to venture into unfamiliar territory, but the idea excited me more than it scared me. Everything about Professor Drake seemed to fall into that category suddenly. Following his command, I brought my
fingers up to my mouth and slipped them between my lips. My tongue swirled over the pads of my fingertips.

  “How do you taste? Describe it to me.”

  I thought for a moment, my mind racing to find the exact words. “Salty. Sweet. Delicious.”

  He nodded slightly. “Good girl. Now close your eyes for me.”

  As I did, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Whatever test this was, I was enjoying every minute of it. Heaven help me, I hoped I would pass.

  “Imagine your lover between your thighs, staring at you. Tasting you, just as you did. Devouring every last drop of your arousal, until you’re writhing with need.”

  I moaned quietly, the image of Eric between my legs triggering a heavy ache in my core. I dropped my hand down and worked my fingertips around my wet sex.

  “Good. Now, imagine his long fingers slowly sinking inside of you… Fucking you hard. That’s what you want, right?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, letting the fantasy play out behind my eyelids. I pushed my fingers deep into my pussy with a groan, working them in and out in a fevered rush.

  “Good. Very good.” His voice was like velvet, smooth and textured at once. “I’m so hard right now, Clare. Open your legs wider. Let me see you fuck that beautiful wet cunt.”

  I increased my pace, my lips trembling. “Oh, God. I’m going to come.”

  “That’s it. Listen to your body. Don’t fight it.”

  I was close…so close. Then I heard a loud growl and opened my eyes.

  My beautiful professor stood a few feet away, his dress slacks unzipped and his cock in his hand. The sight of him pumping and stroking himself toward climax sent me over. Leaning back in the chair, I gave in to the overwhelming sensation. I came hard, gasping and crying out as the woman in the video had, too wrapped up in the moment to hold back.

  After a few sobering breaths, I lowered my gaze back to Professor Drake. He leaned back against his desk, working his cock faster and faster. Judging from the look on his face, I knew he was about to come. I licked my lips as a feeling of pride washed over me. I couldn’t wait to watch, to know I’d done this to him.

  “Get on your knees, Clare.”

  His heavy-lidded gaze held a question with the demand. I only considered it a moment before I dropped to my knees.

  He came toward me, his muscles tight with strain, the skin taut over his cock as he stroked it. “I’m going to come all over your pretty little face.”

  His free hand wrapped around my long ponytail, yanking my head back in one forceful movement. His words and roughness caused me to moan, and I had the inexplicable urge to wrap my lips around his cock and finish him off until he roared.

  “Fuck!” He threw his head back as warm spurts of semen landed across my mouth, coating my lips.

  I sucked in my bottom lip with a smile, savoring the salty flavor as it hit my tongue. He tasted different than Eric, but still every bit as delicious.

  After a few moments, he collapsed back against his desk, struggling to catch his breath. I sighed with satisfaction. There was no doubt about it.

  Today’s grade would be an A.

  * * *

  Bored out of my mind, I braced my head up with my hand and stared at the large flat-screen television on the wall. I could think of a million fucking things I would rather be doing on a Saturday night than sitting with a bunch of guys watching Fast and Furious 7, again! I was half asleep when I heard one of my fraternity brothers let out a loud curse.

  “Goddamn.”

  I turned my head, my mouth dropping at the goddess who walked through the door. Clare sauntered toward me, seducing me with every move of her hips and the dangerously short black dress that clung to them. Her long legs looked like they went on for miles. When my eyes landed on the silver stilettos on her feet, I groaned. I fucking wanted those around my neck tonight.

  I pushed off the couch to my feet. “Clare? What are you doing here?”

  She eyed the other guys in the room. “Get out,” she ordered with a flick of her hand and an authority I’d never heard from her before.

  Without another word, the room cleared, leaving the two of us alone.

  Whoever this girl was, I fucking loved her.

  “Clare? What are you—”

  Before I could finish my question, she placed both of her hands on my chest and shoved me backward onto the couch. I barely hit the cushions before she was climbing over me, straddling me. Her newfound confidence had me speechless. Where was my shy Clare?

  Grinning at her little game, I placed my hands on her hips and then inched them down to cup her ass. She grabbed my wrists, halting my journey. The sides of her mouth slowly lifted, turning into a sly smirk as she shook her head.

  “No touching, Mr. Hayward. Tonight, I’m in charge.”

  In one forceful move, the beautiful vixen shoved my hands above my head, surprising me with her strength. She leaned into me, stopping when her plump lips brushed against mine. Unable to control myself, I lifted my head to kiss her, but she shifted her weight, tightening her grip around my wrists.

  “Don’t. Move. Understand?”

  My cock swelled. I had no idea where the whole dominatrix act came from, but I was loving it. Anytime she wanted to have a taste of control, I’d gladly give her the reins.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Clare slowly traced her tongue across the seam of my lips. “Good boy,” she whispered, releasing me from her grasp. My eyes were instantly drawn to her exposed cleavage, where the outline of her erect nipples strained against the fabric of her dress. Shifting my jaw, I could practically feel the hard pink bud between my teeth.

  “Baby, let’s take this to my room. Anyone can walk in on us here.”

  “I don’t care. Let them watch.”

  Before I could talk her out of it, Clare gripped the top of her dress and yanked the material down until her luscious tits bounced free in front of me. Staring confidently into my eyes, my beautiful seductress took each swollen nipple between her fingers, twisting and pulling until she was whimpering with pleasure.

  Her eyes glimmered when I growled. “Like what you see?”

  “Fuck, yes.” My mouth watered with the thought of having her breasts against my lips, her rosy lips on my tongue. I parted my lips, inviting her closer, but she didn’t bite.

  I lifted my hips, hoping to give her a taste of her own medicine. I rotated my hips until my engorged cock pressed against her core and held her in place. All that separated us were my thin exercise shorts.

  Raising her brows, she pressed her hands against my chest and shoved me back down. “Uh-huh, Mr. Hayward.” She lifted her body off me, stood, and grabbed my jaw. “Remember, I’m the one calling the shots.”

  Mischief danced in Clare’s eyes as she released my face. Twisting her hips back and forth, she inched up her skirt until I was staring at her beautiful bare pussy.

  Easing herself down onto the edge of the ottoman behind her, she pushed her hands between her thighs, spreading herself open for me.

  Without diverting her smoldering gaze, she massaged her fingers against her glistening pink folds in slow circular motions.

  Fuck. I bit the inside of my lip, dying for permission to join in.

  “If you want this, Eric, you’re going to have to work for it.” She lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked the arousal from each one.

  I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself composed. I would have gladly crawled through fire just to have a little taste.

  “Show me how hard you are for me.”

  I reached for the waistband of my shorts. The instant I pulled them past my hips, my dick sprang free from its confinement. I gripped the base of my shaft and leaned back against the cushion, savoring the erotic show in front of me. Clare sank her fingers into her pussy. Jesus Christ. The heaviness in my balls was killing me. I honestly didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to hold back at this rate.

  She crooked a finger, urging me to come to her
. That was all the permission I needed. I lunged forward and placed my hands on the ottoman to brace me as I stared down into her heated eyes.

  “I’m so wet for you, Eric. I want you to fuck me.”

  Desperate to be inside her, I kissed her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy that still lingered on them. “Let me grab a condom, baby.” I panted, pushing up off the cushion.

  She stopped me by grabbing my arm. “No, Eric.”

  I frowned.

  “I want to feel you bare, but I have to know I can trust you with my body.”

  Swallowing hard, I allowed myself to process what she was saying. I already knew that Clare was on the pill, but this was something we hadn’t discussed before. She had already given her innocence to me. Now, she was willing to give me more.

  This was a dangerous line we were about to cross—a line that would only deepen what I was feeling for her. As I stared into her eyes, I knew that being with her was worth every risk I would take with my heart.

  “I just got tested a couple of weeks ago at my football physical. I’m clean. I swear.” That was the truth. When it came to sex, I had always been careful. No matter how heated the moment had gotten with a girl, I’d never once gone without wrapping it up. It was a cardinal rule of mine. But one I would gladly break for her.

  Clare flashed me a coy smile and then rolled onto her stomach. I stroked my length, watching as she positioned herself on all fours and lifted her ass high in the air. I hissed, the temptation to fuck her delicate pink hole nearly overwhelming me.

  I moved to her, unable to resist the urge to sink my thumb past the tight ring of muscle. I’d only been there once before, but I couldn’t stop thinking about having her there again. She clenched around the small invasion, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

  “Fuck me in the ass, Eric. Show me how rough you can be.”

  I hesitated only a second. She wasn’t being shy tonight. Clare knew exactly what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her.

  I gathered spit in my mouth and then parted my lips enough to allow a long stream of saliva to escape. My aim was perfect, and a dollop landed on the opening of her ass. Gripping the base of my shaft, I dipped the tip of my cock into the pool of my spit and then worked the moisture up my length. I aligned my dick to her opening, holding my breath as I carefully sank inside.