‘Yes, Miss Rifkin?’
I dropped my hand and opened my mouth, then paused.
‘I – I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten my question,’ I said, blushing furiously as scattered tittering swept through the auditorium.
Professor West only smiled that heart-melting smile of his and said, ‘Fear not. I’m gratified that you were listening with such rapt attention that you forgot your question.’
I returned a sheepish grin of my own and looked down at my notes so that he wouldn’t see the truth in my eyes: that I had not been listening that hard. That I’d actually been fantasizing. About him.
Professor West figured heavily in my fantasy life. I found his shaven head a massive turn-on. That, added to a strong Roman nose, liquid brown eyes, a lean but muscular frame and his 6' something height, amounted to heart-stopping good looks. Though he usually dressed on the more formal side, every now and then, on a hot day like today, he’d appear in jeans and a plain T-shirt that showed off his well defined arms and flat stomach. On those days I could never concentrate on anything but imagining peeling that shirt off over his head and running my hands over his rock hard torso, reaching down inside his trousers –
‘Miss Rifkin?’
I snapped back to reality to find that nearly everyone else was gone and I alone remained seated. I looked up into Professor West’s eyes and blushed scarlet. He smiled gently.
‘Did you have a question?’ he asked.
‘Um – I – ah’ I stammered. Then, in a moment of sudden boldness, I asked, ‘Could I make an appointment to see you in your office?’
‘Certainly,’ he replied. ‘Can you make it at three o’clock this afternoon?’
‘Three o’clock?’ I repeated. ‘Yes, that would be great.’
‘I’ll see you then,’ he said, shouldering his satchel, and left.
Dazed by my own boldness, I watched the straight line of his back as he walked away, then slowly packed away my things and stood. What was I going to say when I got to his office? Suddenly I grinned as a plan occurred to me. Shaking my head at my own bravado, I walked to my next class.
But by the time I was headed to Professor West’s office, I wasn’t feeling half so bold. In fact, I was starting to wish I’d kept my mouth shut. Still, a little voice inside of me was insisting ‘Carpe Diem. Carpe Diem.’
The Professor’s office was tucked away in a somewhat isolated corner on the top floor of the building. I was surprised that a tenured professor with Dr West’s reputation would be stuck in such an out of the way spot, but once inside his office, I understood. It was very large – larger than any professor’s office I’d ever been in. A door in the far wall led to an additional room.
‘Nice office,’ I said, perching on the edge of the chair towards which he was waving me.
‘I like it,’ he replied. ‘Very private. None of the staff ever remembers I’m here, so I get plenty of time to myself. Now, how can I help you?’
My heart was beating very quickly now and I felt my stomach churning. I leaned forward and placed my hands on his desk.
‘I, ah, I was a little concerned about my grade,’ I said, hoping desperately that he hadn’t checked his records and found that I was actually getting an ‘A’. ‘I was wondering if there was any sort of project I could do for extra credit.’
Professor West leaned toward me over his desk, placing a hand very near my own – so near that I could feel the warmth of it. With what I thought was a knowing grin, he asked, ‘What sort of project did you have in mind?’
I was trying desperately to figure out how to do this. The last thing I wanted was to be rejected out of hand. How could I suggest what I wanted to suggest and still be able to pretend I hadn’t if he chose to misread me?
I leaned a little closer in simulated animation, using that as an excuse to move my hand forward until it touched his.
‘Well, I was thinking of a sort of study of the personal relationships between the characters in the books we’ve covered so far – a comparison and contrasting of the different romantic attractions.’
Professor West had looked down when I’d touched his hand, but I had ignored his glance and left my hand there. Now I saw a twinkle in his eyes as he placed his large fingers over my own and said, ‘An admirable project, Miss Rifkin. I always believe in exploring interpersonal relationships and the possibilities of romantic attachment.’
He closed his hand over my own and rose, walking around the edge of his desk and bringing me up to my feet.
‘You might like to do a little research into what factors attract two characters to each other,’ he said, stepping close to me, still holding my hand.
My breath was coming short and fast now.
‘Yes,’ I breathed, looking up into his eyes. ‘That would be perfect. And – and what they do about that attraction.’
My ears were ringing and my stomach clenching in anticipation as the Professor bent his face down slowly, excruciatingly slowly, toward my own. I could smell his cologne and the starch of his pressed shirt. Then he was kissing me. He let go of my hand and reached under my shirt, encircling my waist with hands that felt very hot on my cool skin. I drew in a sharp breath as goose-bumps prickled up my body. Now he was sliding my shirt up over my breasts, breaking the kiss to pull it off over my head.
He walked over to lock the door, then returned his attention to me, eyes travelling up my body, lighting on my black lace demi-cup bra. Reaching out with one hand, he traced the exposed upper curve of my breasts slowly with an appreciative ‘Mmmmmm.’
Enjoying the way he looked at me, I undid the button and zip of my jeans and slipped them off, then stood there watching him look at me. The merry spark was gone from his eyes, replaced by an intensity that thrilled me. He stepped forward, taking my face in both hands and kissing me hungrily.
I reached around and grabbed his buttocks, pulling his hips against my own and rocking my pelvis back and forth to feel his hardness against me.
An urgency gripped us both now that nothing could forestall. In seconds we were both naked and he backed me against the wall, lifted me with seeming effortlessness and lowered me onto his rigid cock. I cried out as he entered me and he pressed me against the wall, kissing my neck and breasts, making me writhe uncontrollably on his penis, which was buried deep within me. A moment later, he withdrew and lowered me to the floor leaving me gasping with desire. I desperately wanted him back inside me and was afraid he had changed his mind, but then, with a crash and flutter of books, pens, and papers, he swept his desk clear with a swipe of his arm, and lifting me again, laid me back on the wide desk. Then he was on top of me and entering me again. Now I reached around him, gripping his smoothly muscled back, pulling him closer as he thrust into me. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cries of passion as I locked my legs around his back, allowing even deeper penetration.
He stopped kissing me for a moment to place his mouth by my ear.
‘I can give you even more credit if you’d like to fondle yourself.’
I kissed him again, slipping a hand down between us to rub my engorged clitoris. I was so excited that it was at the height of its sensitivity. I teased myself a little with light strokes until my resolve broke and I stroked harder while thrusting my hips upward to feel the professor’s cock reaching deep into the core of me. In seconds I was coming, crying out, bucking against him convulsively.
His mouth was beside my ear again.
‘Full marks,’ he murmured.
He reached under me now, grabbing my bottom with both hands and, slowing his pace, stroked firmly in and out of me, now kissing my neck, now nibbling my ear until I gasped, ‘More! Please more!’
The slower pace was tantalizing, maddening. I needed him to really fuck me and he was driving me crazy.
‘Please,’ I said again. ‘I need more!’
I gripped his back tightly and thrust my hips toward him, trying to force him to speed up, to drive even deeper.
My G-spot was enlarged and sensitized from having already come, and now each outward stroke brought the head of his cock brushing past it and released a hot stream of my juices which flowed out around him and began to pool under me on his desk. When the first stream hit him, I felt his fingers dig into my buttocks and his rhythm changed. I knew it was turning him on and that excited me even more. As another stream jetted out, he gasped, sending me over the edge. Clenching my buttocks, I ground my G-spot against the head of his cock and came again, allowing a flood of my juices to flow out and drench him.
He could take no more. Driven to the height of excitement by my lusty cries, he bucked urgently into me.
Fighting against every fibre of my being, I pushed away, slipping off his penis and scooting out from under him. I slithered off the end of the desk as he lunged forward, grabbing for me.
‘How’s my project coming?’ I panted, staying just out of reach, wicked delight in my eyes.
He lurched off of the desk and grabbed me, kissing me, his hot, wet cock pulsating against my abdomen.
‘Let’s see how you wrap things up,’ he husked.
I dropped to my knees, getting my first good look at his beautiful cock as it bobbed in front of my face. Reaching out, I caressed his balls, looking up and seeing him close his eyes as he moaned appreciatively. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it, tasting my tangy juices on him, swirling my tongue first around his shaft, then around the head. I stood again, kissing him, pressing the length of my body against his.
A noise behind me made me catch my breath and turn. Another student – a handsome thirty-ish man I recognized from Professor West’s class – stood in the open doorway to the other room, stark naked, penis erect in his hand, face flushed, a sense of urgency in his clear green eyes.
I froze, then turned to look at Professor West.
He took my shoulders and turned me away, using his body to shield me from the other man’s stare.
‘Fancy double the credit?’ he asked, looking down into my eyes. His voice was reassuring, telling me I was safe.
I rose to my tiptoes, peering at the man again over Dr West’s shoulder. Taking in his beautiful body and his obvious desire, my stomach lurched with anticipation. I took a deep breath.
‘Why not?’ I said with a naughty grin.
I pulled away from Professor West and walked boldly across to the other man, enjoying the way that his eyes travelled up and down my body, how his rigid cock throbbed in response. I stopped and stood just in front of him, waiting to see what he might do.
His face betrayed his desire, but there was conflict in his eyes, so I took the initiative, reaching forward and taking his hand, then placing it on my breast. I could feel my erect nipple poking into his warm palm. He closed his eyes for a moment, cupping his hand around my breast, then opened them again as he brought his other hand up as well. He held both breasts in his hands almost reverently, his warmth radiating into them, then let out a long breath as he caressed them gently. I placed my hands low on his hips, then brushed them down just around his cock and balls and kissed him, knowing he could taste my own juices on my tongue as I did so. He groaned, moving my arms from between us and pressing his penis between my legs, trying to push the tip into my vagina. But that was for the professor, so I broke the kiss, placing my hands on the man’s waist, then running them down over his hips and legs as I dropped to my knees. I took him into my mouth and listened to his soft moans as I swirled my tongue around his cock.
I grasped his hips and pulled downward to signal him to drop to his knees, then got into an all-fours position while still sucking his cock. I raised my ass higher, wiggling it invitingly, and was rewarded by the feel of Dr West’s firm hands on my waist and the head of his penis pressing against the lips of my sex as he knelt with his legs bracketing mine. I was still very slippery and he slid into me effortlessly, causing me to moan with pleasure and desire. The other man placed his hands on my shoulders and I felt a sudden thrill as the reality of pleasuring two men at once hit me. I reached out with one hand, cupping the other man’s balls and lightly stroking his perineum. He moaned again and arched backward with pleasure. I teased the head of his penis with my tongue, feeling it swell even more, then moved on to his shaft again, licking and bobbing on his cock as he came closer, ever closer to orgasm. His breath was coming in short gasps now and his breaths changed into short grunts of need.
Dr West’s hands tightened around my waist, and his thrusting once again became urgent, causing me to gasp and cry out around the cock in my mouth. I reached back to my pussy and wet a finger with the slippery juices that drenched the area, then brought it forward and, as I increased the intensity of my licking and sucking, slipped the tip of my finger into the man’s anus. His hands clenched down on my shoulders as he erupted into my mouth with a shout. At the same time, I clenched my vaginal muscles around Dr West’s cock, squeezing hard. He gasped three times, then came deep inside me with a groan of pleasure.
We stood and I pressed myself against the other man, kissing him deeply, rubbing my wet sex against his still half-turgid cock, then turned to Dr West and kissed him as well, pressing myself against him as he pulled me firmly closer.
‘Well,’ I said, ‘how did I do?’
He smiled, looking deep into my eyes.
‘Magnificent,’ he said. ‘You’re still getting an ‘A’,’ he smiled wickedly and continued, ‘but I am more than happy to continue in assisting you with extra credit work’.