Synopsis:
Layla Dahamrai has just begun her second year at university. She's acing every class and is one of the department's best students in her cohort. However, she's not getting along with her professor in her East Asian Regimes & Empires class, not that it's really her fault. It doesn't help that she's hot for her teacher either. Sebastian Henderson expects the best out of his students, given he's teaching at one of the most prestigious universities in London. He's had enough of Layla stumbling into his class late at the beginning of the semester. In the six years he's been teaching in academia, he has never desired a student until now. Layla and Sebastian will soon come to realise they have more in common during, and definitely out of, office hours.
Chapter 3: Learning How to Negotiate
30/09/2017
The light filters into the room, yawning, I stretch my arms. It has been days since Professor Henderson and I began our
arrangement
. I don't know what else I'm supposed to call it. We haven't had sex since we were in his office, or had one of those video calls since that night, however, we have been messaging each other. It's all mostly sexual. Sebastian has been sending me nudes of himself, I have gladly returned them, having mostly initiated those sorts of messages. There are so many promises yet we haven't had spoken about anything logistical. It isn't like our pillow talk the night we masturbated for each other. I sit up in my bed and stare out of the window recalling our conversation.
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Sebastian and I are laying on our sides in our beds talking to each other over FaceTime recovering from our orgasms. He asks me questions about myself, getting to know me as more than a student, and more as a woman he had just fucked in his office hours before.
"I'll be honest with you, I wasn't planning on rushing into fucking you, I hadn't even thought about going through with it," Sebastian confesses to me as hugs the pillow beneath his head. I blink at him in surprise because I realise he wasn't pretending to be anything else. He isn't Professor Henderson in these moments. He is just being himself.
"I wasn't planning on acting out my desire to have sex with you either. If I'm being frank as well then I must say I did hate you quite a bit for not letting my tardiness slide. I only say that because the entire department knows Nathaniel's classes run over."
He laughs in response. "I was angry because I thought I wasn't going to see you in class. I didn't expect you to run up all those flights of stairs after the lifts had broken down. I even had an angry email prepared in my head asking what was so important for you to be absent."
I giggle, "I have paid £9,250 for the year. You bet I am climbing up those stairs after that run no matter what." It is nice to talk to him like this. I get to see him as a person rather than just my teacher or paramour. "I'm glad I did otherwise we wouldn't have impulsively decided to fuck each other in your office." I wink at him and he return it with that sexy, lazy smile of his.
"As am I..." Sebastian is lost in his own thoughts, he turns to lay on his back, propping his arm beneath his head. "Tell me about yourself, Layla. I only know you through overheard conversations and as a student."
"What would you like to know?" I ask as I prop my head up with my arm.
He turns his head towards the camera again. "Everything. Where did you grow up? What do you want to do after university? What are your likes and dislikes? Start with the basics and we'll go from there."
"I'm a quid pro quo kind of girl. You've got to tell me about yourself, too." Sebastian chuckles and every time he does so it makes my toes curl.
"That was the point. As much as I desire you, I don't want you to be a stranger to me forever, or for me to be a stranger to you either." I feel the heat flood to my cheeks. What is it about this man that has me acting like a bashful teenager? I didn't even act this way when I was a teenager.
"Okay... I grew up in Putney. My mother is Indian. My father is German. They met at university while she was studying Medicine and he was studying Law at Cambridge. My brothers are older than me. The first, Mohan, does something with stocks. The second, Rishi, just joined my father's law firm. I want to carry on with historical research. It's all rather bland, I'm afraid. I'm just another girl in your class who has gone to a fancy boarding school and ended up at this university."
"If you're bland, then I guess I hardly have any flavour, too. It seems we didn't grow up so far from each other, my parents raised my little sister and I in Richmond, after they left Spain. He met her there while he was visiting Madrid. She immigrated from India to Spain, so it seems we have something in common there. Unfortunately, they passed away in a car accident while I was finishing boarding school." Sebastian looks away from the camera.
"I'm sorry." I don't know what else to say to him, "How old is your sister?"
"It's okay. It was a long time ago. Elizabeth is five years younger than me." He plays with a curl of the silky brown hair that has fallen to his shoulders. There is something in me that wants to stroke his beard as I stare into those brown eyes of his to comfort him. "Hobbies?" Sebastian asks smiling at the ceiling.
As we return to a playful mood, I answer him, "I assume we're not including partying and drinking. Let me see... photography, painting and all those arts and crafts. I'm pretty easy. You'll usually find me curled up with a good book if I'm not doing one of those things." I turn on my front, hugging my pillow as I stare at his face, admiring him. "What about yourself?"
"I used to play quite a bit of lacrosse and polo back in the day. I'm afraid it's mostly me hiking or curling up with a good book, too." These are the kinds of conversations I want to have more of in between all the fucking. It isn't a good idea to entangle myself so intricately with him, but I'm nineteen, I can make some mistakes and recover from them. "Layla?" Sebastian interrupts my train of thought. "Are you sure you want to carry on like this with me? You don't regret what you're doing, do you?"
I contemplate it for a moment. I don't know why, but I was somehow sure of my answer, which leads me to say "Yes, I want this." His eyes light up in surprise and it is clear he is uncertain of whether I want this or not. "Sebastian, I don't think I'll be regretting this any time soon. We'll sort everything out soon." We settle back onto our pillows and continue to masturbate and talk into the early hours of the morning.
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13/10/2017
I pick up my phone from the side table and begin taking nudes. After several shots, I choose the one of me laying in bed with the sheets between my legs, covering my hands over my breasts.
-- How do I miss having your cock in me after taking it once?
It doesn't take long for him to respond to the message.
-- Because it was made for you.
I giggle at his response. I get up out of bed and begin getting ready for the day. However, I receive another message from Sebastian.
-- Are we still on for tonight?
-- Yeah. I'll meet you by Berkley Square at 20:00.
I still haven't decided on what I am going to wear tonight. I can't think about that now. I need to get ready for German History which begins in just over an hour.
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I check my hair with my compact and adjust my trench coat as I walk to the restaurant. I'm wearing a low-cut, square-neck emerald dress with a thigh slit, not the best choice considering the fact it's mid-October in London, but I'm shivering more from excitement than I am from the cold weather. My four-inch heeled sandals are not faring better thanks to the walk from Green Park station. As I fiddle with my clutch and round the corner, I spot Sebastian leaning against a car, which I can only assume is his.
