Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I hoped that jumping back into professor mode would distract her from the raging boner that I was trying to hide from her. She didn’t move. She tilted her head and stared at me like she was amused.

  “Well, I can’t leave now,” she said. “I’m really curious about a few things.”

  “Like?” I asked.

  “For starters, what made you pick me for this internship?” she asked, leaning in closer to me as she waited for my answer.

  “Well, I thought that that would be pretty self explanatory. You are a very bright girl. Your transcripts speak loudly of that. You should really be proud of yourself.”

  She smiled sweetly, staring down at the table.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I have always loved learning and try to apply myself as best I can.”

  I nodded.

  “I know. More than you know. Actually, I have seen only one other student who has had the same amount of promise, focus, and dedication that you have.”

  “Oh, yeah? Who’s that?”

  “Me.”

  She blinked a few times, like she was surprised at my answer. I chuckled.

  “Don’t let my old boring professor persona fool you,” I told her. “I was just like you at one point: overachieving in every academic area. That’s how I even got offered a job here, being a professor. And it wasn’t easy. I remember feeling so much different from my older peers. But, most of them weren’t as focused or dedicated as I was, coupled with the fact that most of them were into the party scene or dating all the time. Can you relate to that?”

  She nodded slowly, a faraway look in her eyes. I knew that she was probably thinking about some of the few experiences that she had had already.

  “I can certainly relate to everyone going out and partying while I’m inside studying. But I guess I just figured that this was what college was like,” she said, shrugging. “I really didn’t even think that I was going to be able to go to college, so I am just grateful to be here, and trying to deal with all of it.”

  “And I know that you are doing well and will continue to do well. But I remember that one of the best things that happened to me that helped me to adjust was having someone reach out to me and take me under their wing. It was a professor here. I cannot tell you how valuable it was having him. I truly believe that I would not be standing here today if it weren’t for him.”

  “Wow,” she said, nodding slowly as if she was trying to process what I was saying.

  “The thing is… you will get it, with or without my help. The fact that you have made it this far proves that. But I want to help you to compress time frames, so to speak. I want to help you to adjust sooner rather than later. That way, as you go through school, you can find more balance sooner. And that will help you to do more even quicker, if that makes any sense.”

  “It does,” she said unsteadily, glancing off in the distance.

  I had hoped that I had answered her question, but she looked like she was disappointed for some reason. I started to wonder if I hadn’t messed things up already. I would have hated for her to quit on this internship before we had a chance to even really get started.

  “Well, it’s getting kind of late and I really should get back to my dorm before it gets completely dark outside,” she said, gathering up her belongings and heading toward the door. “Thank you for your help and for this opportunity. I really appreciate it.”

  I wished that we could talk some more, maybe find out what it was that she was looking for or hoping to get out of the internship, but considering the way that the night had gone, I was just glad that she wasn’t running out of the room like the building was on fire or something. I decided not to push the issue.

  “Well, I’m glad that you decided to take the internship,” I said, walking with her to the door.

  I pulled out one of my business cards and pressed it into her hand, telling her to text me when she made it back to the dorm. I wanted to make sure she got back safely.

  “Okay, thanks,” she said dismissively, not looking at me.

  “I would walk you back, but I can’t leave this stuff here like this,” I said, motioning to the huge mess behind me.

  “I can stay and help if you want…” she began.

  “No need,” I said, putting my hand up.

  I didn’t want to risk another disaster happening. I already didn’t know what was going to happen moving forward. For all I knew, I would look up to find that she had dropped my class completely. I thanked her again and went back to the table.

  Once she was gone, I tried finishing up the experiment, but I couldn’t get my mind to focus on anything other than her sexy smile and intoxicating smell. My dick began to harden again as I thought about kissing her sweet, plump lips.

  Fucking snap out of it, Jace, I told myself, shaking my head as if I was trying to shake out the thoughts of Izzy that I had been having.

  I knew that I was treading on dangerous ground and I was struggling to want to fight it.

  I sighed dejectedly as I tossed aside the remnants of the experiment. I had lied about not being able to leave the experiment. I could always come back and clean it up in the morning before class started.

  I just didn’t want to tell Izzy that. I knew that it would be weird to have a professor walking a student back to the dorms. I didn’t want people talking about us.

  But that didn’t stop me from being worried about her getting back to her dorm.

  I decided to leave the classroom and head home. I held my breath, waiting for her text to come through, telling me that she had made it home safely.

  Or maybe I was just breathless waiting to hear from her again at all. She seemed to have that affect on me, no matter how much I tried to deny it to myself.

  Chapter 6 - Izzy

  “Hello?” yelled Layla, snapping her fingers in my face. “Where are you today? I tell ya, take a girl out for one night of partying and she loses half her brain!”

  Layla cackled loudly, making everyone in the store at the mall turn toward us. Earlier, Layla had asked me to come shopping with her and I figured that it might be good to get out of the dorm and out of my head.

  So many questions were rolling around in my mind and I was conflicted in so many ways about Dr. Rivers. But even with my best efforts to distract myself by going out with a friend, I still struggled to keep my mind from wandering and thinking about him.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, reaching out and putting my hands on Layla’s shoulders. “I just have had a strange couple of days and I’m trying to make sense of it in my head.”

  “Why? What happened?” asked Layla, holding a pink and white striped crop top up to her chest and admiring herself in the mirror.

  I debated telling her but decided I would just die if I couldn’t share the news with someone. And it wasn’t as if I could bring it up during one of my daily chats with my parents. They were the only people I talked to regularly, other than Layla.

  “You are never going to believe who my Organic Chemistry professor is,” I told her, still hardly able to believe it myself.

  “Who?” screeched Layla, gripping my arms so hard I thought that she was going to leave a red mark. She could tell this was going to be juicy information.

  “Remember that bimbo from the club, who I spilled my drink on?”

  “Yeah? Don’t tell me it’s her? She didn’t look like she even knows what organic chemistry is, let alone being able to teach it.”

  “Not quite,” I said. “It’s the guy who she was with.”

  “You mean the dreamsicle with all the muscles,” she asked.

  I laughed.

  “Yep. That’s him.”

  I lowered my head and smiled.

  “Uh oh,” said Layla, taking a step away from me.

  “What?” I asked, confused.

  “Don’t tell me that… awwwwww! You have a crush.”

  Her comment threw me off guard a little bit and I got
flustered.

  “Wait. What do you mean? How did you get any of that from the little bit of information that I just shared?”

  Layla reached up and cupped my face in her hands and smiled. She pulled me close to her and gave me the most sisterly hug that I had ever had.

  “I know that look, the one that you have now,” she said.

  She got a distant look in her eyes and shivered, like a cold breeze had passed through the room.

  “I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, pulling away from her and crossing my arms.

  I was still trying to make sense of my feelings about Mr. Rivers, so I definitely wasn’t ready to open up to Layla about them yet.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to know. I know. I had a situation happen with me during my sophomore year. His name was Professor Charles. He was a mature, seasoned gentleman. That’s what drew me to him,” Layla said.

  I was surprised she had experience in this arena – or, I supposed, surprised that she had never told me about it. Usually she was an open book and a very chatty Kathy. But I guessed this subject of conversation had never come up between us before.

  “And when he reached out and offered private tutoring for math, considering the fact that I was about to flunk out his class, I took him up on the offer,” she continued. “And when, during one of those sessions, his hand found its way under my shirt, I figured that it was the perfect solution to my poor grade problem. What I didn’t expect, though, was to fall completely head-over-heels in love with him.”

  Layla sounded sad all of a sudden and looked like she was fighting back tears. She blinked a few times and cleared her throat.

  “Well, it sounds like a dream come true. What happened?”

  She sighed as if she was in pain.

  “Yeah, it was a dream, but one that turned into a nightmare as soon as his wife came back from sabbatical.”

  “What?” I exclaimed loudly, triggering disapproving looks from shoppers standing nearby.

  I clapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment.

  “Yep,” said Layla, nodding slowly. “Turns out that whenever she left, he acted like he was single. I mean, he didn’t even have a dark mark from where he should have been wearing a wedding band. I knew to look for that. There were no signs that would have warned me.”

  Layla clearly decided that she was done shopping in that store and we left. In fact, we left the whole mall. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make her feel worse; Layla was never the emotional, touchy feely type. She always liked to portray an image of strength and confidence, so I didn’t want to express pity, which I knew would make her even more upset.

  We walked to the car in silence for a while, but I still had questions for her. I couldn’t believe that she, someone with so much confidence and personality, had been on the receiving end of being lied to by a guy. And a professor at that! It made me wonder if she was thinking that the same thing was going to happen between Dr. Rivers and me.

  “I get it. You told me that so that I know not to get romantically involved with a professor. Noted,” I told her.

  “Not necessarily,” said Layla.

  “Oh?” I asked, surprised.

  I assumed that that had been the moral of the story. Now I felt bad for making this all about me.

  “It’s not even the fact that he was a professor that made it bad. It wasn’t even the fact that he was married, to be honest. It was more of the fact that he lied. So, whatever you do, if you decide to get into a thing with this professor or any guy, really, just make sure that he’s not a lying scumbag and you should be fine.”

  As soon as she said that, I remembered the girl I had accidentally spilled my drink on. I knew that even the professor wasn’t married, there was some girl out there who felt some kind of attachment to him.

  The way that that girl had been hanging onto him that night told me that she definitely wasn’t his sister. I decided that it might be a good idea to cool it with the professor or else I could run the risk of doing the same thing that Layla did. And getting hurt in the same way, too.

  I tried to tell myself to like someone else instead of the professor. Maybe Trent? The way that he had been flirting when we were working during the experiment let me know that he was very interested. And he was actually pretty cute.

  But the thought just didn’t do it for me. I seemed stuck on Dr. Rivers. At first I tried to convince myself that I just wanted someone – anyone – to get me out of virgin hell. I felt like the other girls were so much more experienced than I was and that walking around with my v card was like some sign on my forehead that made all of the guys overlook me. I wanted to be accepted, to stop being viewed as some freak of nature that has lived in a bubble her whole life.

  What did a girl have to do around here to get laid?

  But when I was honest with myself, I knew that it wasn’t just about losing my virginity. Like it or not, I had a giant crush on Dr. Rivers. And no other guy could do the trick.

  Layla and I grabbed a burger and shake before heading back to the dorms. I realized I was still making everything about me.

  “That was a real dick move for your professor to pull on you,” I told her, in what I’d finally decided was a way to express my disgust at the guy without risking displaying pity for her. It seemed like a much safer bet than saying “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  “Sure was!” Layla agreed, with her chin jutted out, and I knew I had found the right choice of words.

  It was almost ten o’clock and, even though it had been a busy day, my mind just kept working, thinking about what Layla had said.

  And about Jace Rivers.

  He was so incredibly sexy.

  I could feel my nipples getting hard as I remembered how great he smelled standing next to me in the classroom. I wished that he would have bent me over the table and fucked me.

  I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep thinking about Jace and how incredible his dick might feel inside of me.

  I walked into the bathroom stall of the dorm room, checking to make sure that no one else was inside. I locked the door behind me and quickly slipped out of my clothes, kicking them in a pile in the corner.

  I turned and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I liked my firm, round breasts and slim shape. I started rubbing on my pussy, parting the lips while I slipped my finger into my wet center. I lifted my finger to my lips, tasting my own juices, and wishing it could be Dr. Rivers who was tasting me.

  I slipped my fingers back into my slick hole, groping inside of myself, pushing my fingers all the way into my pussy as far as they would go. I gasped, feeling my finger going deep inside.

  Then I propped my foot up on the shower stall, opening my legs wide. I imagined Jace’s face buried in my crotch, his tongue roving all over every inch of my pussy. I would pull his hair and push his face harder into my pussy, creaming all over him like a glazed donut.

  I would kiss him, licking all my creamy cum off of his lips and chin, moaning greedily while I slurped up every drop of my own delicious goodness. I rammed my fingers into my pussy, pretending that my hand was Jace’s dick, pumping in and out of my pussy, first slowly, then faster and faster.

  I would grip his arms, trying to brace myself so that I wouldn’t fall over as my legs trembled while his fingers danced inside of my wet pussy. I circled my hips, wishing I was moving them all over Dr. Rivers’ hot, hard body.

  I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the exciting sensation, playing with my juicy center. I could feel the excitement building as I opened my legs wider, pushing my fingers as deep as they would go into my pussy with one hand, flicking the fingers of my other hand back and forth against my dripping pussy.

  I bit my lip as I felt the orgasm mounting, ending in a crescendo of waves flowing from my vagina. I had to stifle a scream, clapping my legs together hard as I felt the orgasm pulsing through my body. I stood the
re for a moment, holding onto the railing, hoping that my legs wouldn’t give out beneath me.

  I ran the shower so that I could clean the sticky wetness from between my legs and down the drain, enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading down my naked body. Then I wrapped my towel around me tightly and checked the hallway to see if anyone was around. Once I was sure that it was clear, I tiptoed back to my dorm room.

  My body was still buzzing from the orgasm and hot shower. I felt good.

  At the same time, part of me felt guilty about fantasizing about my professor, one who has a girlfriend or wife, at that. I knew that I needed to do something about how I was feeling before it made me do or say something that could ruin everything. I didn’t want to be sitting there drooling during class or the internship, either, because I kept imagining him fucking me.

  I tossed and turned for a while before I finally gave in to sleep.

  I was no closer to finding a way to avoid my attraction to Jace. I just wanted to give into my feelings and be with him, whether he was my professor or not. In fact, I was just plain screwed, and it was about time I admitted it.

  Chapter 7 - Izzy

  “I hope that everyone has had a chance to study and take good notes because today is the day of the dreaded pop quiz,” announced Dr. Rivers, from the front of the room.

  Everyone groaned and someone in the back of the room swore. Mr. Rivers kept looking toward the door. I assumed that he must have been wondering the same thing that I was: where was Trent?

  He was usually the first face that I saw when I walked into the classroom, either with him standing at the front door or at the desk. It seemed odd. But I was surprised to find myself relieved that he wasn’t there.

  I didn’t feel disappointed that he wasn’t there. The more that I thought about the weird way that he had flirted with me during the first day of my internship, the more uncomfortable I felt. And it wasn’t just because I was into Dr. Rivers. Trent was just creepy.

  Class started, and Dr. Rivers handed out the quiz. I stared down at my desk while he passed out the papers. After we took the test, he put us into pairs to start a research project that he was assigning us.