Without a knock or warning, Ashley shoved Gina through the door and into the office of Dr. Edward Fish, Professor of English and Comparative Literature. Ashley stepped back to observe her experiment in human chemistry. The fiery fusion of opposites lit Ashley's imagination. When the clash was just right, when two people were different enough that conflict was inevitable, but each was strongly attracted to something in the other that might fill some gaping hole in their own personality, friction might ignite an explosion of amalgamation, passion, and pain. Human experimentation intrigued Ashley, fireworks delighted her, and the smell of conflicted obsession smoldering and sintering in her crucible set her creative urge ablaze. It was a matter of advancing scientific understanding. Who said the humanities could not be a hard science?
Ashley threw the pathologically shy, naïve Midwestern schoolgirl into the den of the womanizing, sociopathic professor. He looked up. The carnivore in him smelled meat. The great Professor appraised the wild, raw beauty Ashley had flung at him to feed upon. This looked too simple. Edward liked easy young women, but this one was different. What was it?
The girl stood trembling, drenched from the autumn deluge pounding the campus. Her dripping tee shirt revealed a sinuous young body and firm maturing breasts. Her black hair fell in slick streaks down her face into deep, frightened eyes.
Edward usually sniffed out his prey carefully while patiently stalking it through the jungles of academic pretension. That was half the fun, waiting, letting it reveal its inferiority, and finding the weakest place to begin to feed.
However, this was a different animal. This dumbstruck girl washed up out of the flood could not even pretend pretense. She was openly in awe of him, and she offered up no resistance. The girl's haunting eyes dominated her perfect face, but her gaze fearfully avoided Edward, flitting about like a trapped bird. Her breath was shallow and uneven. The girl clenched her hands at her sides and her fingers fidgeted. Otherwise, she did not stir. She did not utter a sound, though her luscious lips pouted an open invitation to Edward's lust.
The worldly Professor was leery; this must be one of Ashley's malicious tricks. Was this bait for some sort of trap? Edward leaned back into his big chair behind his wide desk in the warm comfort of his office. The leather exhaled a crinkling, satisfied sigh as the chair embraced its master. Edward carefully assessed what Ashley had left for him. What was this thing? It was more than a pretty, shy girl. This was not just a simple easy treat. There was something wild, an enticing elemental vitality about this thing, something dangerous. Then the answer occurred to him; this object Ashley had offered to him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Ashley poked her head back through the door, "Well guys, I promised to introduce you. Gina, Edward; Edward, Gina. Have fun. Gotta go." Ashley disappeared but her sly departing smile seemed to linger, floating on the intense silence reverberating between Gina and Edward. Edward found words first. "Gina, I have been most impressed with the work you have been doing in my class. Your little paper on Chaucer's Miller's Tale was most insightful. I have been looking forward to an opportunity to discuss it with you."
Why had Ashley abandoned her like this? Gina felt as though she had lost her grip on the rock that had been saving her from the floodwaters. She was being swept away. "He wants me to speak, but I am drowning." Gina tried to shake her head to break the spell of panic. She managed a crooked smile, and said, "...". Nothing came out. She thought, "I am floundering. He will think I am a moron. I am a moron. I am drowning; I can't breathe. It's all spinning...away..."
Edward was transfixed by the untamed loveliness of the feral child standing before him. "How feeble artifice; how potent nature; its mindless forge has wrought this exquisite faultlessness in so simple a thing. She is slim and muscled, her eyes dark and mysterious, her mouth full and giving. She will speak. I didn't hear. Her mouth is moving but...she is falling." With that, Gina fainted away.
Gina awoke on a couch in Edward's office. He was leaning over her offering tea in a Japanese cup. "Are you better?" Gina could breathe now, but words still would not come. She attempted a fleeting glance into Edward's eyes, but she blinked, and her eyes fluttered off into the distance. Gina wanted this man but she could not concoct a word of social camouflage.
In desperation, Gina reached up and pulled him down, drawing his lips to hers. Edward eagerly responded with a long lustful embrace. He spoke to her again. Gina could not answer. In silent desperation she simply offered her herself up. Gina kicked off her boots, unbuckled her belt, and pulled off her soaking jeans and panties. Edward finally understood. This lovely thing was his; there would be no pretence of courtship, and no negotiation of terms of surrender. She was his.
Edward put down his tea, "Thank you Ashley." Autumn thunder boomed in the dark afternoon sky. Gina pulled Edward down into her body in a tumble.
Cups crack, hot tea flies
Fog kisses rain on cold pane:
Tea leaves scattering.
Edward entered Gina slowly. Torrents of fear and cold soaking rain had conspired to leave Gina's vagina dry. She breathed deeply and grimaced slightly; Gina bit her lip as Edward's cock slipped in, gliding on his slickness only. The resistance warned Edward of how young this girl was, but quickly heating passion thawed all worries. As icy anxiety melted, Gina's true self moved, she opened, and Edward slid deep within. The chill of the world was overwhelmed. The coupling liquefied, and the lovers entered paradise.
Gina had become her own thing. Edward had lost himself in ardor. The man was distracted, so it was safe. Gina dared to look into his eyes. She saw his wild need, a need for her, or for something within her Gina barely knew herself. Gina was no longer the battered toy of her fear and timidity. She gained possession of herself and possession of this beautiful man who needed her more than he knew he could need. Gina rocked to meet his thrusts, grabbed to hold him tight, pressed her lips to his skin and tasted the man of her dreams.
Even in his lovemaking, Edward had been guarded and self possessed, but this simple girl gave herself so completely and abruptly Edward was knocked over. When he spilled into Gina, for the first time in Edward's waking life the thinking stopped—and then he slept.
The gears engaged with a start. Edward awoke, "What...where? How long have I slept?" What had he done? He hadn't used protection; he hadn't concocted a plan. Edward had done girls in his office before, this was the real reason he had insisted on having the couch. However, he had only done it under cover of night with girls he was certain he could trust and who had conspired with him to enjoy the kinky thrill of sex in the English Department. Edward had fucked many of his students, but he usually waited until the session was over, when the girl's grade was not so obviously trade for the sex. It was a matter of decorum.
Edward propped himself up and looked down on Gina. This girl had not spoken a word to him. She could be mute for all he knew. What had he done? Why had he taken this chance? Had anyone heard? Will she talk? No, this one was silent as a ghost.
Her eyes opened and for the first time truly met his. Gina glowed with contented adoration. Her lips pouted bliss; her sharp features bewitched; with each breath, her stiff nipples heaved temptation against the thin wet cotton of her tee shirt. Edward thought, "Ah, yes. That is why I did it. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. For her, empires would fall, a thousand ships sail and all that. Edward, you were perfectly justified."
Edward began calculating. "How do I get her out of here? Will she play the game; can she play the game? Ashley brought her; is this a trick? Please, just go quietly; pretend I just gave you an A on that paper. We can walk out together talking about Chaucer. Damn, I'm supposed to meet Anna in a half hour. Will she smell this girl on me? I think she's already suspicious about the other one. Anna is not the kind to forgive the smell of strange pussy on her fiancé.
"Oh, this girl is beautiful. And she is so easy, so simple and so willing. I have always wanted one like this. I bet I can get her to do anything. I'll bet this girl could be trained to take it kinky. She wouldn't know any better. I could start with a playful pat on the butt, just soft-core fun. I wouldn't want to scare her off. Look at that face. She adores me. Look at that ass; it begs to be used. This might just work. And in the end, I can let Anna have some. She likes girls, and this one's so pretty she would thank me for sharing. Anna won't play slave to me, but she has her kinky side. I'll train this girl and then let Anna use her. I can't be trapped in monogamy. Anna will take my gift, and I will have both Anna and my beautiful slave. Exactly how to do it is the question. Edward, don't get ahead of yourself with these fantastic schemes. Just get this girl out of here safely. Then find a way to see her again."
