Or maybe he’d decide he wanted a job in another state, like Wyoming, and I’d have to decide between going with him or staying on the east coast.
Stop it, I told myself firmly. I looked up and realized that Petra was giving me a weird look.
“I feel like such a nag for bringing this up again and again, but if there was something going on, you’d tell me, right?” Petra asked. There was hesitation in her voice and she stepped closer.
God, how I wish I could, I thought. While historically I had always been a pretty introverted person, closed off to most of the world, I was so desperate to talk about Will and our developing relationship and my feelings that I would have confided in anyone.
“Because if there is, no matter what it is, I won’t judge you,” Petra continued. “And like, please don’t feel weird about the fact that I have a boyfriend now. I’ll try to make sure that he doesn’t spend too many nights here.” She scrunched up her face. “I mean, no more than like one or two a week is fine, right?”
I nodded. How could I tell her that I, too, now had a boyfriend?
I couldn’t, and it was killing me.
For the last few years, I’d trusted Petra with so much. She had kept all of my secrets, at least as far as I knew. She knew about the time I got my period in math lecture and had to sneak out of the auditorium, where I didn’t go back in because the seat had been covered in blood. She knew about the time I’d thrown up at a party, outside of someone’s window, and that it had landed all over a rich kid’s bike. She’d been loyal and lied for me.
At the time, both of those incidents had seemed like huge, mortifying events. They were small fries compared to my current secret – and how would I trust Petra to tell the difference? She was so carefree, so laid-back, that for all I knew, she’d just laugh and say something like, happens all the time!
But maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she would be worried about me. Maybe she’d go to the dean and say that Professor Marks was a predator, and that he should be fired immediately and sent to prison for the rest of his life.
A cold chill ran down my spine. I knew then that as much as I wanted to tell Petra the truth about what was really going on, I couldn’t.
At least, not now.
“Really,” I lied, hating myself for it. “It’s nothing. This semester is just kind of stressful, you know?”
Petra nodded, and I felt a rush of relief knowing that I’d gotten away with my lie. Besides, it hadn’t be a total lie. This semester was killing me – and that was just the stress of hiding such a dangerous secret. When I factored in that I hadn’t even decided what I wanted to write my senior paper on and my struggles in the basic tech seminar, I was really in trouble.
I was conflicted. Part of me wanted the semester over as soon as possible while the other part wanted it to last for the rest of my life. Logically, I knew that things would eventually calm down, that I wouldn’t always feel like a stoned, lusty mess at the mere mention of Professor Marks.
It was hard to swallow that and internalize it, though. And besides, I thought as Petra finally walked away from the laundry closet. What if that never happens?
What if the sight of Professor Marks – Will! – makes my heart go crazy for the rest of my life?
Then what am I going to do?
The morning was bright and sunny, almost warm, and I unzipped my jacket by the time I made it to campus. I went into Will’s classroom and stopped, puzzled.
When he saw my face, he grinned. We weren’t alone – there were already three other students there – and I blushed hotly, sensing the sparks that flew between Will and myself.
“You look confused, Eden,” Will said. For a horrible moment, I thought the chair arrangement meant there was some kind of test or oral that I’d forgotten all about. But I saw that the other students were looking much the same way.
“Sorry,” Will said with a chuckle. “I thought it would be fun to do a little group project today.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. Group project? I thought. The idea of it made my heart sink. I’d always hated doing group work in schools, if only because I was the kind of student who would do everyone’s work herself, just to make sure that she got a good grade. I was a total control freak and everyone hated working with me even though it meant that they weren’t really responsible for anything.
Worst of all, it was my time that I should have been sharing with Will, listening to his wisdom and insight about the great authors of the past.
And now, he expected me to pair up with other students and completely ignore him? When he’d made that joke about kissing me senseless?
I had the strangest feeling that I was being tested, and the worst thing was, I had no idea what to do about it. Doubt began to creep in and I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Sure,” I said weakly. “Sounds great.”
22
Will – Friday
The week was turning out to be one of the longest of my life. I was barely sleeping – thoughts of Eden and her luscious curves and her ripe little mouth crept in every time I closed my eyes – and I’d even forgot to plan my classes for my senior seminar and the group of freshmen. I happily turned the freshmen over to my TA, Peter, but there wasn’t much I could do for Eden’s class, save sticking the kids into groups and having them work on a project that I thought of in the spur of the moment.
She’d looked at me like she’d known, too. But then class had been over and two students had hustled over to me and started lobbing useless questions about the end-of-term project, wanting to know if I’d figured out the requirements (I hadn’t) and was there anything they could do to raise their grades in the meantime (there wasn’t). Eden had lingered in the doorway and our eyes had met over the other students’ heads, and god, I’d wanted her so much in that moment that I could have just burst. Outside, the weather was getting warmer but the ancient English building was still blasting the heat at full. Eden, like my other students, had removed her jacket. She’d been wearing a jersey dress that had crept up her round thighs every time she shifted in her chair or leaned down to scratch an invisible mark on her ankle.
It had been driving me crazy. At one point, I had cursed the outdoor weather – despite my intense dislike of winter, at least puffer coats in the classroom meant that I could stay focused.
How the fuck was I ever going to concentrate on teaching when it got truly hot and Eden would start showing up in Daisy Dukes and tight little tops, her massive tits bursting out of them?
It was a dumb male fantasy – especially because I knew Eden, knew she’d never wear anything that slutty. No, for someone like her who was clearly uncomfortable with her size, she probably spent summers in oversized T-shirts and baggy shorts.
Well, I suppose a man could dream. I’d jacked off every single night that week, something I hadn’t done since my early twenties. My cock should have been raw and chafed, but if anything the constant stimulation was just making it harder for myself.
Now, days later, I was nearly at the point of bursting. I desperately wanted her – wanted to kiss her, wanted to hold her tightly in my arms, wanted to run my hands down that curved back of hers and squeeze her ass until she moaned like the little slut I had made her into. The day before, I’d seen her outside of the dining hall and sauntered over with a package, wrapped safely in an interdepartmental mail envelope with the red strings tied and secured.
“For your eyes only,” I’d informed her in a low voice, then walked away and left her breathlessly explaining to a friend that she was being tasked with delivering mail to the Communications department.
Of course, the package hadn’t contained mail of any sort. I’d driven out of town, to a women’s clothing store, and purchased a new pair of panties for Eden to replace the ones I’d ruined. It was a red silk thong, sheer and barely there, and that little scrap of fabric had cost almost fifty fucking dollars.
But thinking about the silky material touching Eden’s pussy lips, nestling between
the plump cheeks of her ass and riding up, rubbing her clit, making her soaking wet for me, had been worth it.
The only thing I wished was that I could have seen the look on her face when she’d opened the envelope marked ‘private and confidential’.
Well, there was one other thing, too.
I wished that she was wearing the panties.
That evening, I was more relieved than ever to leave campus and go home. I changed into lounge clothes – drawstring pants and an old university shirt – and made myself a drink, then sat down at my desk and looked over the papers I’d been carrying around for days without even glancing over.
I needed to catch up on grading – I’d been neglecting my papers for so long that they were practically growing mold. I sipped my drink and closed my eyes, groaning to myself. I could picture Eden in my office, sitting naked on my desk with her legs spread and her gorgeous pussy exposed. She’d put a hand to her slit and rub her clit, slowly and tenderly at first, then faster and faster until she was coming hard and yelping and her pussy was gushing with juices and her face was red and oh, fuck!
I have to do something about this, I thought. This is fucking madness.
I reached for my phone and texted her, I need you. I’m going crazy.
She didn’t reply right away – of course she didn’t, she was a twenty-one-year-old college student and it was Friday night.
I got up and finished my drink, then walked around the room and groaned. I tried to think about work, about the papers lying in front of me, but my mind was locked on Eden Cooper and I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I fucked her senseless once again.
My phone buzzed and I practically ran across the room to grab it. Her reply made me grunt with frustrated lust.
I just got off work and Petra wants me to go to a party with her.
That, a clear reminder that she was a student and I much older, a lecherous professor, should have turned me off.
It didn’t.
If anything, it just made me want her more. I was loathe to admit it, but the thought of her curves bouncing and swaying around in a crowded room with a ton of other students made me mad with jealousy.
And I had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing to me, too.
Those fraternity idiots wouldn’t appreciate her body, wouldn’t appreciate that she was more of a woman than some of those college girls ever would be. They wouldn’t appreciate her mind and her big, open heart. They’d just see her tits and snicker, figure that she was an easy lay because she was shy and quiet and oh-so-curvy.
A wave of hot lust rushed through my body as my fingers hovered over the keyboard on the screen of my phone.
Don’t go.
This time, she texted back almost immediately.
What? Why not?
Because I want you, I replied.
Eden didn’t reply and a low growl emerged from the back of my throat. God, she was driving me crazy.
I need you, I finally texted.
In a matter of seconds, my phone buzzed down in my hand.
Eden had replied with her address – I recognized the street from the night I’d dropped her off after the brewpub, the night our affair had tumbled from mere flirtation into intense kissing that had left my balls aching with desire for her.
Petra’s leaving in 20, Eden added. Come over?
I didn’t reply at first – I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to make her wait for it. I wanted her to know how I felt, how desperately insane I was for her. I wanted her to squirm and twist her pale thighs together and clench her muscles, pressing against the lips of her pussy and stimulating herself.
Then my phone buzzed again and I looked down. The sight splashed across my screen made my dick instantly hard. It was Eden – from the neck down, she was a smart girl – in nothing but the red panties I’d bought for her, with her hand over her tits. Playing coy, so shy, such a fucking tease.
If I looked for long enough, I could almost make out the wet spot of arousal on the crotch of her thong.
My cock was throbbing and a wolfish grin spread across my face. I knew that I was in for a real treat – another night of amazing sex with the hottest woman I’d ever seen.
Fuck yes.
23
Eden – Friday
My hand was trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Had I really just done that? I’d never even taken a nude selfie before, much less sent one to anyone else. Petra had always told me that it was good to practice – “know your angles” was how she’d put it – and I worried that the picture I’d sent to Professor Marks had been too unflattering. My stomach looked huge and pale in the dim light of the bathroom, and the red panties that the professor had given me were a size too small –they were tight and they rode up my butt and I’d had to spend nearly half the day with my hand down my pants, fixing my thong.
I couldn’t lie, though – the sensation from my panties rubbing my pussy lips and clit had been heavenly, and I’d spent the day walking around in a horny haze. Professor Marks had to have done that on purpose, giving me too-small panties, knowing that I’d wear them, knowing that I’d love thinking about his hands running over the material before he’d stuck them in an envelope and handed it over.
Thank god I’d listened to him, and that I hadn’t opened the envelope in front of Petra! I hadn’t assumed it was going to be a gift for me, much less a really sexy gift. I’d thought he had just been teasing me and asking me to run an errand for him as an excuse to talk to me.
I blushed crimson as I stared down at the screen of my phone, waiting for Professor Marks to reply.
Don’t get dressed. Just stay like that, in your panties. Touch yourself, but don’t come.
I bit my lip, flushing even harder. My cheeks burned and I swallowed hard.
Yes, Sir, I typed back. Is there anything else?
You will find out when I arrive, Professor Marks texted back.
My heart began to flutter and beat hard with excitement, and I paced in my room, naked save for the sinfully wanton panties.
“Eden!” Petra yelled, knocking on my bedroom door. “I’ve gotta come in there for a second!”
“Wait!” I yelped. “No,” I added in a strangled voice.
“Stop being so weird,” Petra called through the door. She tried the knob and I heard her puzzled murmur to find it locked.
“What do you want?” I asked.
Petra laughed. “God, what is with you today,” she called. “I need my coat, dum-dum.”
“Um, why is it in here?” I asked. I was still breathing hard and sweating – what would I do if she didn’t leave? Will was probably already on his way, and there was literally no reason for a professor to go to the home of a student, especially not on a Friday night.
And especially not after he’d ordered said student to remain nearly naked as she waited for him.
“Because your bedroom has the good closet,” Petra groaned. “Come on, Eden, I don’t care if you look like shit – just let me in. I’m gonna be late meeting Evan!”
Fuck, I thought. In my state of arousal, I’d completely forgotten about the arrangement we’d made at the beginning of the year – that I had the bigger bedroom, so Petra had stuffed half of her clothes in with mine. I pulled a ratty cotton bathrobe around my rotund body and held it shut with one hand as I unlocked my door with the other.
Petra breezed in, smelling like perfume and hair spray. She barely looked at me as she walked over to the closet and began rifling through it, fumbling for her coat. When she found it, she groaned with audible relief.
“Thank god it was in here,” Petra said. She pulled it on over her slender frame, belting it and nodding with satisfaction. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good,” she said. She crossed the room and before I could stop her, put her hand to my forehead. “And you’re burning up! Are you getting sick?”
I shook my head. “I’m just tired, that’s all,” I lied, afraid she’d hear the frantic beating of my
heart and figure out my dirty little secret.
“Well, are you sure you don’t want to come with?”
I shook my head again. “No, really. I’m good here. You go, though,” I added. “Have fun with Evan.”
Petra grinned. “We’ll try to be quiet when we get back,” she said, and I couldn’t help but notice how her pronouns had shifted. Ever since getting back together with Evan, she was no longer an ‘I’ but rather a ‘we’.
I wondered if I’d ever be able to say we when I meant myself and Professor Marks.
“Okay,” I said, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Have fun,” I repeated.
Petra gave me a wave – luckily, she was so distracted by thoughts of the party that she didn’t see just how strangely I was acting – and left. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat down hard on my bed and slowly pulled the robe away from my body. The air inside of our apartment was chilly and my nipples were stiff and tingly by the time I put my hand to my body.
I hadn’t masturbated very often – it had taken me years to figure out how to have an orgasm, and despite the fact that I hadn’t grown up in a terribly religious household, there was always something vaguely ... unsettling about the concept. It made me feel like I was no better than an animal, doing something dirty just because it felt good.
But knowing that Professor Marks wanted me to do it filled with a strange kind of excitement. Lust burned in my pussy as I licked my lips and lay down on my bed, my cheeks flushed with shame at the thought of what I was about to do. With my phone in one hand, camera on and facing me, I spread my legs and rubbed my fingers over the crotch of my panties. They were soaking wet with my juices and I gasped and moaned as my fingers found my clit and began rubbing it. I took picture after picture of hand rubbing my pussy, massaging my pussy lips and pulling the silky fabric to the side to expose my clit.
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