"Did he seem into her?" she asked. As I thought back on it, he didn't seem into her. He didn't cringe away from her but he also didn't seem interested.
"Not really," I conceded.
"Well are you interested in him...do you like him?" she asked me. "Be honest," she demanded.
"I do...I mean I am interested in him...but I know it could never go anywhere," I said.
"There may or may not be any possible future. You will never know unless you try... I mean you will always be wondering "what if"," she said.
"What about Mason?" I asked.
"Emma, listen to me," she stated. "You are young, as I mentioned before. You are at a time in your life where you should feel free to date and experience new things. You are not in some committed relationship with Mason. Before I met Brandon, I was dating practically everyone. I was searching for the right guy before I finally met Brandon. So you need to get out there and date, take chances, and try new things," she said. "Also, judging by your tone earlier, you are clearly not into Mason," Carmen observed. She was telling the truth, I didn't feel the same way about Mason as I feel about Blaire. It is also true, that I spent most of my college, even high school, life completely avoiding dating and the opposite sex. I felt ready to experiences.......ready to take a risk. "Take a chance," Carmen chanted.
"Isn't it wrong to be attracted to your professor?" I hesitated.
"Who said it is wrong? If you look throughout history, those relationships have always existed. Also, it is technically not illegal, since you are very much over 18," she stated. I was now approaching the door of the classroom, and students were passing me to go inside. I peeked at the clock and knew I had to go.
"Carmen...I've got to go...I have Government now," I said quickly as I hung up. I then headed into the class, along with other students who were rushing inside, and I saw that Blaire was facing the board writing notes.
I took a seat in the middle row this time and lined my books, notebooks and writing utensils on the desk. I then looked up and caught his eyes directly on me and before he looked around the classroom.
"Good evening, everyone," he said. He was beginning to talk and I was mesmerized by his lips as he began to speak of upcoming assignments. However, the conversation was quickly interrupted by the sound of my iPhone blasting out Katy Perry's, "Roar". I quickly searched for my phone and saw it was Jessica calling me. I quickly pressed the ignore button and turned the phone off. I looked up and was absolutely startled to see Blaire standing in front of me with his hand out.
"I'm sorry, I cut it off," I said to him.
"It seems, Miss Carrington, that you are unaware of the policies I have when you enter this classroom," he said. "It rule three, which I was just discussing last class and it is also in your syllabus. Here's another copy," he said as he placed the syllabus on my desk. I looked at the syllabus and glanced at the words. "Read it aloud for me, Miss Carrington," he said.
"Cell phone use is prohibited once you have entered within this classroom. Individuals found using a cellphone within class will have the cell phone confiscated," I said. He held out his hand and I placed my cell phone on it. He took it and placed my cellphone on his desk and then went back to instructing class. It felt as though I was reliving my old boarding school days, when Sister Mary Francis confiscated my lip gloss.
After class was dismissed, I slowly approached the front of the room. He had my phone in his hand and I thought he was going to hand it back but, instead, he waited for everyone to leave the classroom. Once the room was clear, I watched him approach and I thought he was going to hand my phone back but he walked right by me. I watched him go to the door and lock it.
"Is...is there something else you want?" I stuttered as he turned around and slowly approached me. Soon I felt myself backing up to the edge of his desk. I could see those hunting green eyes laced with lust...for me. Before I could speak another word his lips were on mine. He arms encircled my body, pulling me close.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I pulled my lips from his warm lips. His answer was to kiss me even more. What was even more shocking was that I soon began kissing him back. I moaned as I gave access inside my mouth and his tongue began to tease my tongue and then his tongue slowly retreated but not before he traced a line around my outer lips.
His hands which were on my waist originally were now caressing my ass. Before I knew it, he was lifting me up by my thighs. I could feel my mound was settled against his groin. I felt him slowly walk and this little movement was causing his hard shaft to grind against my mound. A gasp escaped my lips as he pulled me even closer and settled in his desk chair.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I moaned as his mouth kissed down my neck. Any thoughts of pulling away quickly evaporated. He kissed my lips again harder and pulled me close by my waist.
"I know we shouldn't...but I want you," he whispered against my lips.
"Me too," I said. I felt his hand grabbing my bottom, pulling me close and his lips gaining more entrance to my already open mouth. His mouth slowly began kissing along the visible parts of my breast. I felt myself grinding against his already hard shaft and he was pulling me against him. I pulled away and moaned as I was grinding harder into him.
"How do you feel baby," he whispered as he caressed my back. "Tell me how I make you feel?" he demanded.
"Good...very good," I moaned. I was practically begging to get closer to him and to feel him. I wanted relief that I knew he could give me as I ground myself even harder in his lap. I felt his hands pushing my dress up to reveal my tights. His hand then ventured under my tights and then slipped inside my lace thong. His hand began exploring my folds, and he was testing me as he slid one finger, which was then followed by another -- I was excited to feel his two fingers within me. Then his thumb came up and gently caressed my clit. My eyes squeezed tight as a new feeling was taking over me.
"Emma, open your eyes baby," he demanded. I was caught off guard as I opened my eyes to see his deep emerald eyes staring back. His eyes were probably a mirror image of each other, filled with abandoned lust. "Let me make you cum," came another demanding request.
"Please!" I begged as I felt his skillful fingers circle my nub again.
"Say my name," he ordered. "Say...Sebastian!"
"Sebastian!" I screamed his name. In that moment I felt like I had given over to the dark side as he stroked my clit through the silky material of my thong while two fingers probed inside of me. I felt my insides began to clench and I began to grind and rock against his fingers.
"Take it!" he growled in my ear. "Take your pleasure baby," he encouraged as he kissed my neck. It was enough to send me right over the edge as I picked up speed and rode his fingers. My hands gripped him tightly as I began to reach nirvana and had the most intense orgasm...well, the only orgasm of my life.
"Oh, God!" I screamed.
"Yes baby," he kissed my neck and never stopped stroking. Slowly his fingers began to still and I collapsed against his chest. I whimpered and purred with pleasure as he eased his fingers out of me. He took his hand out of my tights, making me feel empty without them. My body was exhausted as I felt myself drifting between amazement and contempt. I then began to come out of the euphoria and realized I was still very much on his lap. I slowly began to climb off his lap but he gripped me by the hips and held me still.
"Have dinner with me?" he asked.
"What?" I questioned as I became more alert of what he said.
He repeated his request and I looked at him. I knew where this was heading, which was a one night stand. I hated the idea behind a hit and quit fling. However, I remembered what Jessica and Carmen said, "I should be having fun...it is my last year and I am too harsh on the male sex". Also, it's only going to happen one time. He and I would just have some fun and I think it is what I need. A night to just release all that pent up passion that is boiling over.
"Umm...okay, I just need to run home and change," I whispered. I also needed a shower as I felt the warm wetness between my legs.
"Okay...I will meet you at the Biltmore, in the lobby at eight," he said.
"Okay," I said to him. I was about to pull away but he kissed me once more. I moaned and gasped while in his arms before I pulled away. I grabbed my phone off his desk and grabbed my bag off the floor.
I left the classroom with a stomach filled with nerves but they were the good kind. I got in my car and caught my breath. I was truly hot and bothered and even my mind and maybe my heart were battling it out...I knew in the back of my mind I need this...just for one night. To wipe away the stress and give me sweet salvation.
