“I’m so sorry for my insolence in class, Professor. What can I do to make you forgive me?” she asked.
“I, um, I don’t know,” I said helplessly.
Julia ran her hands down my chest, playing with my belt while she looked up at me.
“Please let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll do anything you ask.”
Anything I ask? Oh God, she wants me to tell her what to do.
My pulse thundered in my ears as she looked up at me with a coquettish smile on her perfect pink lips. Did she even realize the magnitude of what she was asking? I had never taken charge with her before, or with any woman for that matter. She had always initiated, but now it was my turn. It left me feeling dumbfounded and frozen to the spot.
I’m terrible at this game. Why does she want someone who’s this meek and unsure of himself? Oh God, I suck. I’m just standing here like a complete moron, staring at her. She must think I’ve had an aneurysm. Just say something. Now. Say something now, you idiot, before she changes her mind!
“K-kiss me,” I stammered.
Her demure smile widened, which made her whole face light up. I felt a strange fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach—maybe it had been a bad idea to have seafood for lunch.
“Yes, Professor.” She stood up on her toes and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. “Was that all right? Have I shown you how sorry I am?”
“I, uh, I might need a little more convincing,” I said unsurely.
Please kiss me again.
“OK,” she said, and this time she pressed her lips against mine.
She kissed my bottom lip, then the top, and slid her tongue into my mouth when I parted mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held onto her slender waist as the kiss deepened. When she pulled back, I nearly grabbed hold of her to stop her. I wasn’t done kissing her, but the gentleman in me let her take a step back.
“Is there anything else you want?” she asked, running her fingertips over the top buttons of her shirt.
“Open your shirt?”
She did what I asked without hesitation and I relaxed further. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, revealing a white lace bra. I realized that this was the first time that she’d undressed for me, and for some reason it was incredibly arousing. I knew that I was the only man she showed her body to like this, and as long as I kept seeing her, no one else would. I believed Julia when she’d told me this. She had no reason to lie about it since we weren’t in a relationship, and it made me happy that I was the only one in her bed now.
“Take that off as well,” I said, running my index finger over her bra strap. She unclasped it and let it join her shirt on the floor.
I want to feel her.
“Can I touch you?” I half-whispered.
She nodded. “You can do anything you want, Professor,” she said with a smile. “Anything.”
Anything? She’ll let me do anything I want?
“I just want you,” I murmured, running my hands up and down her naked arms.
“Then have me,” she whispered. “Take me. I want you to.”
I pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers, pressing her against me while my hands roamed over her half-naked body. I moved my mouth to her neck, licking her warm skin and tasting her.
“Take my shirt off,” I whispered, feeling her skilled fingers undo the buttons quickly and slide it off me.
My hands drifted down her back and as I bunched up her skirt, I felt only soft, smooth skin.
“Oh, God, you’re naked underneath!” I gasped, grabbing her backside. “Were you like this in class today?”
“Yes, I did it for you,” she murmured against my lips. “I dressed like this in class for you.”
“Why?” I asked, pressing the lower half of her body against my erection.
“Watching you teach makes me so hot,” she confessed. “I liked the way you looked at me today. I had a feeling that you’d like the outfit.”
You’re wrong, beautiful girl. I don’t like it. I love it.
I moved my right hand to her front and touched underneath the skirt. Dipping my index finger inside her folds, I found her warm and slick.
“God, you’re so…” I groaned.
Aroused.
“I’m wet for you,” she moaned, moving herself against my hand. “Take me!”
I pushed my finger all the way inside her and she moaned again. Her hands flew to my belt and five seconds later, my pants and boxers were pooled around my ankles. She stroked my length firmly and I gasped before kissing her again.
Suddenly, she turned around in my arms and took a step forward to lean on her desk. I watched in amazement as she arched her back and spread her legs in invitation. Instantly, I was behind her, lifting her skirt up to reveal her naked backside. Bending over, I kissed the side of her neck and enveloped her breasts in my hands. I’d never felt this uninhibited before and I wanted her with an urgency I’d never felt before.