His Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  I shrugged, trying to make the most apologetic face that I could at the guy who I had been standing next to. He smiled and nodded in my direction, putting two fingers up to his forehead as if he were saluting me.

  "Where are your moves, girlfriend?" chided Layla, tapping me on the shoulder like she was challenging me.

  I appreciated Layla for trying to make sure that I was having a good time. I also got that she hadn’t noticed the attractive man or felt the searing intensity between us, but at that moment, I just wished that I could have been talking to the handsome, polite stranger that I had never seen before.

  I turned to look where had been standing, but I didn't see him anywhere. After craning my neck to see if I could spot him, I finally gave up and tried to dance with Layla and forget about him. I could feel each half-hearted step that I took and thought that even though my body was back on the dance floor, my mind was not.

  I glanced over by the bar and that's where I saw him. My heart leapt up into my throat. My excitement came to a crashing halt when I saw the blonde bimbo that he was with saunter up next to him and throw her arms around his waist.

  He turned around and gave her a big bear hug, swallowing her up with his thick, muscular arms. I couldn't explain the feeling, but for some reason, seeing him with his arms around her made me sick.

  Or maybe it was the result of drinking even a small amount of liquor on an empty stomach. Whatever it was, I knew that I was ready to get out of there and get some fresh air.

  "Hey, Layla, I'm going to head back to the dorms," I told her.

  She spun around to face me, scowling so hard it looks like her face was balled up like a fist.

  "You are such a fun ruiner. Well, at least you came out with me even for a little bit. I guess I'll walk back with you to make sure that you don't turn into a pumpkin or something."

  She laughed heartily at her own joke, jabbing me in the ribs with her elbow.

  I told her that I would be okay and that she could stay longer if she wanted to. I noticed a guy eyeing her from a few feet away, that she had been dancing with.

  Well, dancing wasn't exactly the right word. It was more like their bodies had been glued together for several songs. She took a longing look in the guy's direction, sighed, and shook her head.

  “It’s okay,” I told her. “You can stay here. You don’t have to walk me back to the dorm.”

  She still said that she wanted to walk with me. I wasn't all that convinced, but I didn't protest, either. It was really late, and it probably was a better idea to be walking with someone than to be walking alone in the dark.

  Layla jabbered loudly the whole walk about everything that she could think of. I didn't mind because it gave me the chance to clear my head.

  Once I got back to my room, I didn't even bother taking off my clothes. I just climbed right into bed.

  I closed my eyes, hoping that the quiet calm of my dorm room would quickly usher in sleep so that I could try to salvage a decent quality of rest while I still could. I was nervous about the studying I hadn’t finished and my classes in the morning.

  I had been waiting to start an Organic Chemistry class and tomorrow was finally the day that I could. I knew I would be groggy, if not hungover, thanks to tonight’s antics. Not to mention the fact that I had that damn math test. I was so dumb to have gone out and partied. It wasn’t like me at all.

  I lay there staring at the ceiling. At first, I was berating myself. But then I realized that the reason I couldn't sleep wasn’t even due solely to my worries over school. Instead, I kept seeing the face of that guy.

  I didn't even know his name and would probably never see him again. But his eyes were so penetrating and steady.

  His lips... God, his lips. I licked my own, hungry to find out what his might taste like. I bet they tasted like a dream.

  I had to catch myself starting to entertain fantasies of me kissing him, being in his arms. Surely, I wasn't so desperate that after a passing interaction with some older guy, I was going to start having fantasies about him.

  And actually, he didn't even look that old. He had a sexy maturity about him, one I definitely didn't see with any of the stupid frat or prep boys who frequented the campus.

  He seemed more put together, like he had a kind of consideration, like he understood what it meant to be a gentleman. It was refereshing, to say the least.

  And he definitely didn't have the body of an older man, that was for sure. He had muscular, broad arms and shoulders that rivaled body builders.

  I had to stop myself from wondering what type of equipment he might be packing in his pants. I felt a shock of warmth spreading between my legs, making me clap my thighs together in an effort to contain my growing excitement.

  But I wished that I could have pressed some sort of reset button and gone back to last night, to that time right before Layla came and interrupted our brief conversation and dragged me back onto the dance floor. I imagined what could have happened from the moment that our arms brushed up against each other.

  He could have grabbed my hand, his eyes begging me not to go, and pulling me in closer to him. His sweet, manly musk would fill my nose while he grazed my lips softy with his own. I imagined him kissing my neck tenderly, biting me softly while he guided my body against the wall, where he could do what he wanted with me.

  My heart beat quickened as I thought of him reaching under my dress, running his hand against my panties. My clit jumped at the thought of him slipping his finger into my wet pussy, plunging it in and out of me until I couldn’t take it anymore and he would hold me by the back of the neck gently with his other hand, leaning his heavy frame against me as if trying to absorb the powerful orgasm coursing through my body.

  The thought alone was enough for me to cum all over my own hand, as it worked its way in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I envisioned him lifting me up easily, not caring who was or wasn’t watching, and sliding his thick dick into my juicy pussy, filling my cavity with his rock hard cock.

  I would hump him greedily, the wall pressing against me hard with each thrust of his hips. I would circle my hips, causing a stream of cum to run down the front of him, sweat and loud music accenting the moment, overloading and exciting all of our senses.

  I continued to play with my clit, rubbing hard, pretending it was his hand instead of mine. I wanted his fingers, his mouth, his cock inside me. I wanted him all over me in a way I hadn’t wanted anything in a very long time.

  I was a virgin, and I wasn’t sure why I was having such powerful thoughts about a man I didn’t even know. But I couldn’t seem to help myself. I squeezed my clit as I imagined his mouth sucking on it, pleasuring me in a way I had never known before. I exploded into another powerful orgasm as I lay there in the bed.

  I felt so satisfied and mildly embarrassed at the thought of a chance run in with him (literally and figuratively), a man who was a complete stranger to me. I willed myself to stop thinking about him because I knew that if I didn't, I would be driven mad with unfulfilled desire.

  I had better just enjoy this little fantasy session in my mind. Because there was no way I would ever actually see this man again or get him to take my virginity like I wanted.

  Was there?

  Chapter 3

  Jace

  I sat at my desk in my classroom, looking over some last-minute papers I was grading, while I sipped my coffee. Usually, I wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but I was still tired from the night before.

  I had finally taken up my friend, Trent, on an offer for a blind date. He had been trying to set me up for ages, but I would always turn him down. Last night, I had been feeling adventurous, so I went.

  Or, I guess I had been feeling bored, which caused me to want to feel adventurous. I was sick of just teaching and lecturing all the time. I feared I would feel a little out of place as a professor at a club where students hung out, but it wasn’t like I was ancient. I still had a little fun left in me. So, I’d decided, fuck it, I�
��d go, and I’d told Trent yes.

  And I’d actually had a good time, so I was glad I’d made that decision. Now, I chuckled to myself as I recalled the events of the night before, when my blind date, Kate, had taken a shower in some poor girl's drink.

  I did my best to diffuse the situation, but it definitely was challenging for me to keep a straight face and not laugh about it. Besides, I knew that laughing would not have been a very polite gesture, especially at the expense of the woman whom I had learned was my very overly dramatic date.

  But the girl who had accidentally spilled the drink on her was super cute. She seemed to have a much nicer personality, too. I couldn’t help but wish she’d been my blind date last night instead of Miss Freak Out.

  That girl was sexy, spunky, and sweet – the perfect combination of “s” words. Even though I knew I’d never see her again – or, maybe, in fact, because of it – I wished I could. I should have asked her for her number, although that would have been awkward, even if I was only on a blind date that wasn’t working out too well.

  Earlier in the night, Kate had been bitchy and impossible to please. It was clear we would never be a thing. But that girl – whatever her name was – was way more my type. I couldn’t help but think how I wanted to rip the tight little skirt off her and bend her over. I’d stick my hard cock in her undoubtedly tight little pussy and give her some lessons of a different kind than I’m used to giving as a professor…

  "So, our first day here has finally arrived. Are you ready to rock and roll?" came Trent's voice as he walked into the classroom, disrupting my fantasy.

  "Hey, Trent," I said, looking up from my stack of papers, where I had been staring but not actually working. "I think I may have rocked and rolled enough for the both of us last night."

  Trent laughed.

  "Kate's a hoot, right?" he gushed, smiling from ear-to-ear, eagerly awaiting my response.

  "She's a special girl," I said, nodding slowly, stepping around the desk to hand him a stack of papers that had the syllabus on it. I decided I didn’t need to give him my full opinion on Kate, who was a friend of the girl he himself was on a date with last night. "Can you make sure that each student gets one of these?"

  "Of course," he said, taking the papers from my hand and starting up the first aisle, stopping to place a paper on each desk.

  Students slowly began to trickle into the classroom, each taking their place at a desk. I watched as the room filled with fresh, young minds and it made me think back on my own college years and how excited I had been to be starting my life and getting a great education.

  I knew the importance of having one of those, so I didn't take my responsibility as their teacher lightly. I surveyed the room, sizing up the work that lay before me and it made me proud.

  "Okay, class..." I began, clearing my throat.

  Before I could get out another word, the classroom door swung up and a disheveled girl fell inside, tripping and almost landing on her face at my feet.

  “Woah there.”

  I reached out my hand to help her steady herself.

  "You know, being on time is the first step in making a good impression," I started, trying to gain my composure so that I could get my class started.

  The girl looked up at me.

  I froze.

  So did she.

  She was the girl who had poured her drink on Kate the night before.

  That girl. The nameless one.

  She stood there looking even more beautiful than she had looked last night. Now, instead of the short black dress that she had been wearing, that showed off her small, firm breasts and long legs, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

  Her long, auburn hair was thrown into a messy bun, wisps of hair framing her round, freckled face. Her green eyes shone like jewels as she looked at me curiously. Her lips looked moist and soft.

  I blinked a few times to try snapping out of the daze that I had been in. I didn’t know how long I had been frozen there staring at her, but it felt like time had stood still.

  "I am... so... sorry..." she said, breathlessly, her chest heaving up and down.

  For a split second, I couldn't help but wonder if she would sound just as breathless after sex. I shook my head to dismiss the thought. I knew that was an inappropriate thought to be having about someone who was apparently my student. I didn't want to start the class off with a raging boner.

  I stood aside and motioned for the girl to take a seat. I looked down at the note cards that I had been holding and the words seemed so meaningless and simple. I knew that there would be no way that I could remotely focus on anything until I learned the girl's name, so I tossed them aside and shuffled through the papers until I found the attendance roster.

  I started calling off names on the list, barely waiting to hear an answer from each student. Really, the only name that I cared to hear at that moment was the name of my newest acquaintance.

  I thanked my lucky stars that I was getting the chance to learn her name. I wished that I could have had the chance to learn it the night before. About six names into calling attendance, I finally learned hers.

  "Isabel..."

  "Izzy," she retorted, sharply.

  "Oh... Izzy... Carson.”

  “That’s me,” she said, lifting a finger gingerly. I smiled.

  Beauty had a name.

  “I guess a lot of you are probably wondering who I am and yet others of you are probably in the wrong class, so let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. Jace Rivers. Welcome to Organic Chemistry."

  I looked up and paused. Sure enough, two students who had been sitting in the back of the room stood up and shuffled out the door sheepishly. They had clearly been confused and come to the wrong class. Laughter rippled through the room as they left.

  "Good luck," I called out after them. "Again, welcome to Organic Chemistry. This fine, young gentleman here is my right hand man and research assistant, Trent W-a-a-n-k-e-r..."

  "And that's pronounced 'Vanhker' for those of you who might get the bright idea to call me anything else," said Trent, squinting at the classroom warningly.

  I knew that the reason that he was so sensitive about his name was because some of the students called him wanker and had drawn penises on all the pictures of him in the school. So, we made it a point to start off each class with clearing up how to pronounce his name, in hopes that the bad nickname would disappear.

  "Thank you," I said to him, shifting my attention back to the class.

  I rattled off more information from the syllabus, items that I had read countless of other times before. This time, though, I just kept looking at Izzy, who stared at me with wide eyed disbelief. I was just as shocked as she was, but I knew that I had to manage to maintain my composure.

  After giving the basic introductions, I turned on the overhead projector and cued up a film.

  "This film is one that you want to make sure that you take good notes about, because there will be a pop quiz," I said, waiting until the collective groan from the class died down. "Yeah, I know. Who uses the 'q' word on the first day? But I learned early on in my teaching career that it’s the only thing that makes some of you pay attention. It's a film on the advances and applications of organic chemistry, so that you get a better picture of what this class is all about and what meaning it will have for you moving forward."

  The film came to life and I turned on the overhead lights so that the students could see it better. I sat at my desk and turned on my personal laptop. I tried to appear aloof as I stared at the screen, but I was curious to see what I could learn about Izzy in our databases.

  I must admit that I was mildly disappointed to find out what she was only 19-years-old, but I was impressed by what I saw. She had graduated high school with high honors and came with all sorts of recommendations.

  I had to do a double take at her age because she had the academic record of a much older student. That was something that you didn't see very often.

  As a matter
of fact, she reminded me of me. I had broken so many academic records that a local reporter actually wrote an article about me. I graduated high school early and went to college early.

  It was an equally exciting and frightening experience because, even though I was advanced academically and fairly mature for my age, being around students who were older than I was by several years made me feel left out and lost in some ways. Fortunately, I just threw myself into my studies and excelled even more, which eventually landed me a position teaching at the university.

  If it weren't for Dr. Sanchez, a physics professor who retired last year, taking me under his wing, I might have gotten lost in the shuffle. I was very grateful to have known him.

  Thinking back on my formative college years gave me an amazing idea: Izzy might need a mentor. And who better to reach out and lend a helping hand than someone who had been where she was?

  I motioned with my hand toward Trent, who had found a seat in the front row and was watching the video as if he hadn't already seen it a million times.

  "Yeah," he whispered, his face inches away from mine. He was whispering so as not to disturb the students watching the movie.

  I leaned forward to glance over his shoulder at Izzy. Her eyes were fixed on the screen while she feverishly took notes. I found myself in awe of her yet again, at the level of dedication and focus that she was already showing, when class was just getting started.

  I plucked a packet of papers out of one of the desk drawers and inched it across my desk toward Trent. I cupped my mouth and lowered my voice to a hushed whisper so that no one but Trent could hear what I was saying.

  "Do me a favor and give this application to Ms. Carson," I instructed him.

  "Who?" Trent asked a little too loudly, making a few heads turn in our direction. He scratched his head as he tried to figure out who I was talking about.

  I pointed over to where Izzy was sitting. Trent nodded and mouthed "okay", ducking down as he stepped in front of the projector. Then he walked over to the desk where Izzy sat, her eyes bouncing back and forth from the screen to her note pad, much like a tennis ball in a serious match.