“No. Fuck is a bad word. Statistics is what makes it happen, pretty girl.”
I flip Edith over onto her stomach, pulling away sheets and blankets, earning me a delightful squeal. I hold her hips down and lower myself over her body from behind, grinding myself against her. Running my hand down her side, I cup her breast, squeezing until she moans, then pinch her nipple just enough to make her gasp. “No more being embarrassed. Otherwise, I’m going to have to keep a podium here at the house to stand behind because just thinking about you makes me hard.” Edith giggles so I spank her ass hard enough to stop her laughing before I rub her now heated cheek.
“Jack…” She squirms closer to my groin, nudging her bare ass against me, cradling my dick between her perfect mounds.
“On your knees, Edith. You’ve been a very bad student,” I growl in her ear and force her hips up to get her on her knees. “Do I need a condom? We haven’t been using any.”
“I get my birth control from the clinic at school,” she breathlessly tells me.
“Good. I like being in you, coming inside you.” I pull my sweatpants down and push inside her, already wet and ready. “Ah, god. So good, so sweet.”
“Uhhhh…” Edith is trying to catch her breath as I tease her body into submission. She begs me to let her release and I do. There is nothing I won’t give to her at this point. I am as much hers as she is mine. The rest is just details.
***
“Jack, I’ve been thinking, I should probably go back to my apartment tomorrow.” Edith is playing with the hair on the back of my neck as we lay in bed, sleepy and satisfied.
“Edith, I told you, I broke the door to your apartment and I had everything brought here while you were at the hospital.”
“I know, but it’s my place and you’re still my professor. It’s just weird.”
“Hmph, there’s that word again.”
“What?”
“Weird. You always use it when you want to be difficult.”
“I do not,” she huffs and sits up in bed, the sheet shifting down and exposing her breasts.
“Sure you do.” I kiss her cheek. “Listen, I fully support your independence.” I kiss her neck. “But you just had the flu.” I kiss her shoulder and nip my way to her chest. “And your apartment isn’t safe.” I kiss her breast, licking her nipple before she abruptly pushes me away.
“Stop being weird, Jack.”
“See. There you go again,” I grunt, getting up from the bed. I feel like Edith wants to argue with me no matter what I do or say at this point, and I’m not in the mood.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, crawling off the bed toward me.
I look over my shoulder at her, seeing her slight breasts swaying. My dick grows hard and insistent. I sigh in frustration. “I want you to move in with me after the semester is over. Until then, I’d like to help you move someplace better. Maybe on campus or with Shelby.”
“What’s wrong with my apartment?”
“Nothing. I just…”
“I worked my ass off to live on my own and not owe anyone anything.”
“Yes, and that’s very admirable…”
“Don’t treat me like a kid.” Edith punches the bed covers, clearly upset.
“Then stop acting like one!” My voice rises louder than I intend. I’m frustrated with her willfulness. I hadn’t meant to and the second I do, I feel shame and know I’m wrong. She backs away, which kills me. “Baby… Edith, I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t mean it.” I can see tears pooling in her eyes and she sniffs before getting up from the bed and marching past me, naked and proud, slamming the door of the bathroom. “Edith? Edith, I’m sorry!” All I can hear is the toilet flush, then the shower start.
Edith stays in the bathroom about an hour before she comes out to join me in the kitchen. I offer her a cup of coffee as a peace offering, which she takes and sits at the table. I wait for her to say something because the quiet is torture.
“I’m going back to my apartment,” she finally whispers.
“Edith…”
She puts her hand up, making me pause. “Jack, think about it. Pretty soon, people besides Shelby and Aiden will know. I can’t jeopardize my scholarship, and you can’t lose this job. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt you financially, but you love teaching. I don’t want you to lose out on it.”
“Sweetheart, I can teach somewhere else.” I will probably never teach again, after this semester, but I don’t think I need to tell her this. I try to hold her hand, but she moves it away from mine to hold the coffee mug.