“Ahhh...” she moaned. Her voice was like that of wounded animal, yet she seemed determined to take all of him inside her. He was enormous; thicker and longer than any of her ex-lovers.
“You feel so good,” Spencer whispered, with delight on his breath, and a satisfied grin touching his lips. He held onto her body by wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her onto him and guiding her downward thrusts.
“Li-z-zy,” he said, with a strained voice that was full with hunger and desperation.
The way he called her name made her quiver from within and she found herself becoming more engulfed in the flames of their passion. Each thrust was better than the last and their mixed juices trickled onto his shaft like sweet rain. It was a mixture of pleasure and blissful pain, as her tight pussy conformed to take in the full length of his manhood.
She increased their pleasure by rocking her pelvis back and forth. Moaning and whimpering as she rode him like a cowboy on an untamed bull. Spencer plunged his cock into her moistness without mercy, releasing several sharp gasps of air as he served her with a series of hard upwards thrusts.
Like a whip, her pussy lashed out against his shaft. Her plump ass cheeks slapping hard against his thighs as she plummeted her body onto his. Lizzy’s moans increased as tiny spasms shot through her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to her impending climax.
Electricity traveled through her, forcing her body closer to its highest point of ecstasy. With a loud joyful cry Lizzy found herself unable to hold out much longer. And without warming she heightened the sensations surging through him by pounding her pussy harder unto his cock.
Her juices ran down his shaft and all thought evaporated from his mind. Lizzy shrieked as he yanked at her hair, launching his cock into her glistening warmth. His massive thrust sent her toppling over the edge to intense delirium.
“Oh Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lizzy cried out, closing her eyes and thrashing her wetness carelessly onto his rock hard shaft.
“Ohhh!” his groan was prolonged as he slammed into her pussy harder.
“Come with me, Liz,” he groaned, as he increased his momentum, his eyes now stormy with desire.
Until now, he’d been calling her Elizabeth and she was pleasantly surprised to hear him call her otherwise. She knew that perhaps it was nothing to do with affection, but rather, everything to do with lust controlled words and emotions. However, it didn’t matter in that moment. All she really wanted to do was enjoy her orgasm. And so, she pushed it to the back of her mind and kissed him feverishly, working her wet pussy on his hardened shaft.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, as she crested the summit of her arousal.
Like a melodious choir, their voices blended and they echoed each other with several blissful moans and groans. Her juices flowing like a fountain onto his throbbing manhood, as her body cringed suddenly from the eruption of her climax.
“Oh God!” she squealed. Her pussy shuddered and pulsated against his cock. This seemed to be the last straw for Spencer; with a mighty upwards thrust, he exploded within her, filling her pussy with his warm lava.
The strained groan that slipped his lips was an indication of his vague attempt to control himself. A stream of sensations washed over Lizzy as he nestled his manhood within her, their juices mixing together like milk and honey. As the warm liquid trickled down her tender flesh, she couldn’t help but bask in the soothing feel of the calm following their passionate storm. Laying her head on his shoulder, she tried to catch her breath, and slowly allowing reality to creep in upon her.
A few quiet minutes went by before Lizzy finally withdrew her core, slipping to his side on the couch. Even now she could still feel his sweet nectar sipping from her swollen pussy. Spencer’s eyes caught hers as she stood to her feet in an attempt to get dressed. The look in his eyes let her know that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. He looked content and satisfied. He rose to his feet, and kissed her in a warm comforting manner.
“That was amazing,” he admitted, cupping her face in the palm of his hands.
Lizzy froze briefly, secretly trying to figure out, what her response should be. She was a mother, his student, but all of that hadn’t stopped them from engaging in their moment of passion. And so she did something she had not done in a while, she decided to forget about logic; she only wanted to focus of how she felt, how this felt. It was a delicious and memorable moment.
Spencer leaned in; his lips met hers with a soft passionate kiss that left her giddy with pleasure. She knew that soon he would leave her and she’d be left alone in her lonesome bed. As he pulled her in closer, Lizzy’s body welcomed his kisses. She could feel the dampness building between her legs once more, as his tongue swept through the insides of her mouth.
Just as quickly and intense as their kiss began, it ended. “I could do this all night.” Spencer confessed, locking gazes with Lizzy. “But I won’t,” he caressed her lips with his yet again, before slowly ending their kiss.
She wanted to protest but knew that they would eventually have to say good bye. And so she gave him a curt little nod, sad that their evening of passion was at an end.
“Thank you for everything,” Lizzy said as she gave him a smile and although faint, it was very sincere. She really did appreciate all that Spencer had done for her tonight. It was not often she met a man with whom she felt safe with and who genuinely seemed to care. Until now she didn’t think her trust in men would ever be restored. She believed that all men were the same – no good, lying cheaters.
“You’re welcome,” Spencer planted a soft kiss on her forehead as he quickly got into his clothes and made his way to the front door.
Lizzy followed at his heels, seeing him out with a pleasant smile gracing her face. As she shut the door behind him, she eased her back against the dark hard metallic surface. With a deep breath, she reminisced on the events of the night.
Would there be any awkwardness between them, she wondered to herself. She hoped not. There were several more weeks of classes left in the semester. Perhaps he’d give her perfect grades. No – that was the last thing she wanted. When she decided to go back to school she did not intend to cheat her way through it. Besides as a law major, it would only be fair that she did things the right way. She needed to talk to him, to let him know that her intentions were not bad – in fact she had no ulterior motivate. This was just her caught in a moment of weakness. She was not the type of woman to sleep with a man that she barely knew. She was a hardworking single mom, who may not have had a lot of money, but she still had her dignity.
Chapter Eight
Quiz
As Spencer got ready for class, the tapping on the door to his office distracted him from what he was doing. “Come in,” he answered, looking up from his desk.
One of his students strutted in with the most mischievous look on her face. He recognized who she was - Steffy Jameson. He’d noticed her from her countless attempts to get his attention in class; however, he would usually just brush her off. Her most recent question had been a rather personal one about Freud and his theory regarding human beings basic need for sex.
“Miss Jameson, how may I help you?” he put on a serious face, an attempt to deter her from acting on whatever devious plans she had on her mind.
“I was just about to head to class when I realized that I had a few things that I wanted you to help me with,” she blushed, moving closer to his desk.
Her beige blouse was half unbuttoned revealing almost all of her cleavage. The way she seductively swung her hips as she approached him, made him even wearier of her intentions.
She moved like a snake in the grass, sleek and a full of malice. She shifted her head, swinging her thick blonde hair to the side as she spoke to him, softly and seductively.
“I know you like what you see,” Steffy said as she ran her fingers teasingly along the buttons of her blouse.
Although he denied her accusation, his shaft stood erect in his pants and protruded against the f
abric.
“Shhh...” she silenced him by bringing her forefinger to her lips. “Don’t deny it, I can see that other parts of your body agree with me,” she grinned.
Spencer dropped his gaze to his crotch. Surely enough, his erection was almost piercing through the fabric of his pants. He cleared his throat, bringing his eyes back to meet hers, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m very uncomfortable to be quite honest... Just please, button up your blouse and go wait for class to begin.”
Steffy ignored him, walking around to his desk. “Ahhh...The things I can do for you - to you. You can’t even begin to imagine...” she paused, wrapping his tie around her fingers teasingly. “How good I can make you feel,” she leaned in, whispering in his ear while gently nibbling on his earlobe. She dropped down to her knees suddenly before him, her hands in search of his manhood.
Spencer sprung to his feet, as rage washed over his face. Just as he stood up Steffy did the same, pushing her body against his, knocking over the small bookshelf behind him. Several books came tumbling from the shelve crashing to the floor.
“I think you’re so sexy, Doctor Spencer...” she rolled her tongue as she said the word, doctor. Her body, although petite seemed to have the strength of a mighty warrior.
She tried to pin him against the wall, forcing her lips upon his and demanding a kiss. She was like an animal in attack mode, taking exactly what she wanted and needed from him. As her lips brushed against his, Spencer found himself struggling to keep her off. She was determined, no, she was desperate.
Her moans were heavy and loud as she stroked the bulge showing in his pants, fully prepared to do so much more than just that.
Spencer tried to ward her off, but she only intensified her actions, her tongue brutally thrusting past his lips. He could feel himself gradually giving into her desires, his body relaxing to her touch and he hated himself for having such little restraint.
His cock throbbed with desire. A low feral groan left his lips as he finally gave in, closing his eyes and kissing her back. Their tongues wrestled together, sweeping past each other as the kiss became more passionate.
“Oh God yes,” Steffy, murmured against his lips, guiding his hands to her perfectly round silicon breasts. She was without a bra yet her breasts were upright and perky.
His hands glazed lightly over her hardened nipples rolling them between his fingers as they locked lips together.
She moaned to his touch, crashing her nipples against him and begging him to pleasure her further. As she gripped his shaft firmly through the fabric, reality hit him. What the heck was he doing, why was he allowing her to manipulate him.
Pulling away with a seriousness that made even Steffy wonder what had just happened, Spencer straightened his clothes and demanded that she leave his office immediately.
He didn’t want her to touch him or try to persuade him otherwise. This was wrong, so very wrong and he would not be a willing participant.
There was some hesitation on Steffy’s part before she finally realized that he was not going to change his mind.
“FINE! But I’m not gonna give up on you just yet, Doctor,” Steffy quickly buttoned her shirt, blowing him a kiss as she turned away and headed to the door.
Spencer raked his hand through his hair, still somewhat surprised by the suddenness of the whole situation. Was this his cross to carry? In no way did he want his name dragged through the mud, like so many other foolish professionals who’d jeopardized their careers for a few minutes of passionate desire. He was smarter than that, hell; he had a PhD. in psychology for Christ sake. He should be better able to read people and know how deal with them in situations such as this one.
Worse than that, was the guilt he instantly felt because of his feeling for Lizzy. Should he tell her what happened or try to hide it and hope Steffy would keep it a secret as well.
He chose to keep it a secret, rationalizing that the situation wasn’t his fault and that he didn’t really want to kiss Steffy. This was a choice he would later regret.
Trying to take his mind off of the incident Spencer started flipping through the text book before him, he found the chapter that he intended on discussing in class. Maybe a quick pop-quiz would help everything get settle back down.
***
The mutters could be heard in every corner of the lecturer room. The students surprised that Dr. Spencer would suddenly spring a pop-quiz on them. No advance notice, no hints of what questions they would get, just the announcement, seconds before him calling out the first question.
Lizzy wonder whether this had anything to do with the fact that they’d been intimate. Could this be the reason why he seemed to be on edge?
She had to admit things between them were different; they shared familiar glances with each other, almost like an old married couple who knew each other inside and out. They’d been unintentionally flirting with each other during class and now the little connection between them had grown even stronger. However, since their tryst they had only spoken to and saw each other during class, since they hadn’t exchanged numbers.
The night after they’d had sex, she’d stayed up thinking about how good it felt, how loving he’d been during and after their moment of passion. She regretted not giving him her number right then, now she wanted more of him, to experience being with him again. How could she ever concentrate on this pop quiz?
Pull yourself together; she tried giving herself the usual pep-talk about being in college for the right reason. But she could not convince herself to focus. The only thing on her mind was Spencer, Spencer, and more Spencer. She hated the infatuation stage that she usually went through whenever she met someone new. It will wear off, she noted to herself. Before long, she’ll forget all about him and things would be back to normal.
***
“This quiz will constitute 10% of your final grade,” Spencer announced, walking to his desk in the front of the room.
The muttering grew loud as the tension in the room grew thick. Like an angry mob, the students spoke amongst themselves with disapproving looks on their faces.
Should she say something, ask a question perhaps. Maybe not. She leaned into her bag and retrieved her pen and paper. This was all a part of being a college student. The onus was left to each person to ensure that they were well aware of what was being discussed in class.
Spencer didn’t waste much time. He began calling out the questions, allowing a few seconds for each answer. Some of the questions Elizabeth had no problem answering; however, like most of her peers, she found his little pop –quiz to be extremely difficult. Clearly Spencer was having a bad day.
The sound of several students sucking their teeth and sighing loudly filled the room, as his endless stream of questions seemed to go on for an eternity.
Finally he asked the last question, allowing the students to review their answers to ensure that they’d correctly answered each question. He read through the questions one last time. As he read each question, Elizabeth went through her answer sheet, placing a small tick next to those she was familiar with and a small question mark next to the answers she was unsure about.
Then feeling a little brazen, she wrote her number on the back of the paper, asking him to give her a call. Maybe he would call or maybe he’d just trash the paper, she didn’t know, but decided to try anyway. Lizzy was sure their night wasn’t just a one night fling, but since Spencer hadn’t initiated any contact she wasn’t sure.
With much nervousness she handed Spencer the quiz when he came to her desk. As she stood to her feet, their eyes meet for a brief second and much to her surprise they had the same warm and compassionate look in them that she had seen before. He didn’t seem upset in the least bit.
Chapter Nine
Contact
Spencer rocked back and forth on his heels trying to decide whether he should call Lizzy. This was so inappropriate, and just a few days ago he’d demanded that Steffy leave his office. Yet now like a hypocrite, he wanted to call El
izabeth or Liz as he’d grown use to calling her. With his birthday coming up, he longed to enjoy it with a beautiful woman, one whom he cared for and was attracted to. She seemed to fit that category perfectly. There was a level of affection between them that had him convinced that perhaps she could just be “the one”. She may be woman that he would one day settle down and have a family with. Love at first sight he surmised.
Just thinking about her now made him happy and his nerves jolted with excitement. There was something special about her something he didn’t fully understand. He retrieved the small piece of paper and began to dial.
The phone rung for a few seconds before a young child answered. Must have been her daughter, he remembered how fondly she spoke of her twelve year old girl. She sounded like her mother, calm and collected.
“She’ll be with you in a minute,” she informed him, placing him on hold briefly.
Her mother soon answered, an adult version of the young girl’s voice. “Helloooo,” she answered with a hint of confusion from the awkward silence that greeted her on the other end of the phone line.
Clearing his throat away from the phone quietly, Spencer answered “Hi how are”. Surprisingly he didn’t even have to introduce himself, because she recognized his voice immediately. Her voice came alive with excitement. Their conversation was warm and they spoke like two old friends, chatting about everything from how their day was going, the weather, the local news and much more.
As they ended the call, Spencer invited her to dinner with him for his birthday.
“But if it’s too much then I understand,” he said, trying to sound somewhat indifferent. However the truth was he secretly hoped that she would say yes and not disappoint him. He couldn’t imagine celebrating his birthday with anyone else but her.
Much to his delight Lizzy accepted his invitation, telling him that it would be a pleasure. Although he didn’t know just how far this would get, he was willing to find out. He also delighted in the fact that tonight he’d probably dream about her and how sweet she sounded over the phone.
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