Gold Stars

It was the second semester of the final year in Sarah's Doctorate program, and she had been working on the most grueling paper of her life. "Who knew getting your doctorate was so fucking hard?" Her internal monologue these days was full of sardonic wit. She felt tight across her shoulders and her body was bursting with the urge to move around.

She sprung to her feet and shook out her whole body as if she were shedding off a lightning strike. "Where did I put my headphones? I HAVE to go for a walk!!" This time she was speaking out loud to the walls of her house, although the word: w-a-l-k most certainly got someone's attention. In bounded Henry, Sarah's giant shaggy best bud. Over the last 4 months of her life Henry was her only real companion. Her daughter was away at college and Sarah was adapting to life as an empty nester.

Henry followed her around the house while she attempted to find her headphones. Sarah thumbed through playlists while moving between rooms. Nothing seemed to be right. In a ridiculously random chain reaction of synapses, Sarah's thought of "Where are those headphones at?" became Basement Jaxx's Where's Your Head At? Sarah stopped in her place and found a playlist featuring late 90's and early 00's chart toppers.

"Oh, FUCK yeah! This is the one!" Her excited exclamation caused Henry to let out a deep "BORK" of agreement. She didn't wait for the headphones before hitting play. Like magic she remembered where the headphones were. Her mind already relaxing and feeling better, she headed out the door.

Sarah's neighborhood was only about a 1/4 mile from campus, and she absolutely loved walking around this time of year with Henry in tow. His dopey smile and eyes covered by bangs made him the best wingman she could ask for. She didn't need a wingman to be honest. In her previous life (before returning for her doctorate) she broke more than a few hearts as a high school maths teacher. Sarah was about 5'7" with shoulder length chestnut brown hair, round high cheeks, a captivating smile, but when she chose to engage with someone... Oh man where you in trouble. She was brilliant and gentle. Every conversation someone had with her had them feeling educated and uplifted. There was something about her big hazel eyes that would just lock one into her gaze.

"BORK, BORK!"

Henry pulled at his leash snapping Sarah back from her music induced daydream. Her eyes scanned for the source of Henry's excitement until they met -his. Paul was one of Sarah's advisors and one of Henry's favorite people. Perhaps it was Paul's large, but gentle presence that tindered a kinship between the two fellas. Perhaps Henry could tell what Sarah felt around Paul but didn't have the caution Sarah did.

"Oh, hey Paul," Sarah said with the soft even tone she used to mask the instant smut that flashed through her mind. "How's it goin?"

Well, thanks. I see you're finally taking a break from your paper. Good, I like seeing you take some time for yourself" Paul said with a kind smile.

YESS SIR is what flashed in Sarah's mind, but instead she just smiled and said "Thanks," followed with silence.

Paul was only a couple inches taller than Sarah, but he felt like ancient oak to her. His hair was full, a dusty ginger, and parted to the side. It made her think of that oak she would climb when visiting her grandmother every autumn. If only she could climb this one too.

Paul just chuckled a little, leaned down to pet Henry one more time while saying

"Ok, well I'll let you two get back to your walk. Oh! Don't forget the class mixer this Saturday at my place. Hope you see you there."

"You bet-cha!" fell out of her mouth and she screamed internally.

Walking away, Sarah tried to rationalize when just happened in her head. "What was it that made me feel like a blubbering idiot? I'm always such a confident and articulate person. Sure, Paul is handsome but he's just a normal guy. Ok he's tall which I love. He's also older than me. Then there's the sort-of-authority role he has...oh fuck. He's a Daddy. This is going to go great."

Sarah blinked and she was standing at his door Saturday night. Light poured from the entry as it opened, and Paul greeted her warmly.

"Welcome. Welcome. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Food is on the kitchen island and people are spread around."

Sarah held out a bottle of red from her favorite local winery. "I-I brought this, where should I put it?" She was so nervous the only thing she really wanted to ask where the opener was.

Paul directed her to the kitchen, and he walked behind her. Music played but nothing Sarah recognized.

"Interesting music choice, Paul. Something from your collection?"

Did Paul just blush a little?

"No, my tastes are a bit older. One of the other students picked it."

Sarah and Paul shared a moment of realization that their ages were quite different than the majority of the class.

There was a glint in that shared silent second. Paul quickly collected the wine from Sarah and gestured to the left and began turning as he said, "Let's get this open and I can show you my CD collection"

Sarah felt frisson race down her spine. "I'm back in high school and I'm hot for teacher. Jesus," she thought feeling shame and excitement. Paul was already twisting the corkscrew into the bottle when Sarah arrived.

"Would you hand me those glasses," he requested, pointing under the cabinets. "I'll finished getting this open."

She watched his hands work and her mouth moistened. The cork popped and she jolted thinking to herself "Get ahold of yourself! It hasn't been...That long, has it? A quick sharp inhale and she stepped forward setting the glasses down in front of Paul. He pours the wine into the glasses and breathes in the cork's fragrance.

"Oh, that's nice. Is your taste always this good?"

"I actually used to moonlight at this winery when I was a teacher. They taught me a thing or two" she said with a confidence she hadn't yet had around him, but she liked it. He complimented her and it felt really good.

"Is that so? What's so special about this one?" Paul lifted the glass to his eye, swirled the wine and looked deeply, but Sarah got the distinct impression he was looking through the glass and at her. The electricity returned to her spine and plunged, deeper. Her words flowed as if her lips worked in tandem with her tongue to write each letter in perfect cursive. She hoped to impress him again, to hear praise again.

"Well, you certainly do know your wine." Tipping his glass to offer a symbolic toast he continued, "I supposed you are very talented when it comes to learning just about anything."

Their glasses clinked before Sarah took a large gulp from hers. Her cheeks were quickly pinking, and she was hoping to blame it on the alcohol. She needed to change the subject.

"So, your CD collection? Where can we find that?"

Paul poured some additional wine in their glasses before they left the kitchen in route to the living room. On either side of his desk were tall bookshelves. The left side was full of books from ever genre. The right side was equally loaded with music records, CDs, live concert DVDs, and a collection of old mp3 players. Sarah's eyes became saucers. She set down her wine and began to finger through the collection. Everything from mainstream hits to obscure indie folk

"You have '

The House We Built

! You actually listen to Alishia's Attic?" Sarah said, shocked. "Where you at Lilith Fair?"

"Ha! Oh, I wish. I was working on my masters." But I have a bootleg of the '97 Raleigh shows. I didn't realize anyone else knew about Alisha's Attic, another gold star for you. That is a deep cut."

Sarah grinned ear to ear as she heard "gold star" slip from his lips. At this point she was wondering if Paul had picked up on her reaction to praise or if he was just that much of a teacher. The hours passed swiftly with stories of concerts, festival trips, and waiting in line for the latest album to drop. Paul's grandfather clock chimed midnight and the two realized that everyone had left the party. They were alone and the wine had gotten the best of them both.

Paul swallowed the last sip of his wine, pulled his phone from his pocket and offered to order Sarah a rideshare. No part of Sarah was interested in leaving. She had made more progress in one night that she had since he had become her advisor. She knew she was drunk, but she also knew she could say no.

"Is that what you want, Sir? She looked him square in the eyes and put her hand on his arm just above the elbow. She was fully aware of what those hazel eyes were capable of. "Are you willing to teach me anything else tonight?"

"You certainly know what you want, don't you Sarah?" he replied with a step closer to her. "Be a good student and raise your hand if you want to ask me a question."

Sarah slid her hand up his surprisingly firm bicep and into the air. "Excuse me, Sir. May I spend the night? I promise I'll take notes and be on my best, or worst behavior."

Paul leaned down his towering oaken frame to ask softly if she would like a kiss. Sarah through her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and pick her up. The ground seemed like a distant memory as she swung from the branches that supported her. Slowly Paul carried her over and laid her softly on the sofa. Sarah felt perfectly helpless and poised to be ravished. She knew the only extra she could get from this was memories but never the les she intended to be a diligent student.

Leaning into the schoolgirl fantasy, Sarah asked Paul "Would you mind if I broke dress code, Sir? These uniforms are very distracting."

"I agree the uniform will certainly disrupt this type of lesson. If you are ready, once we remove it, I can administer the oral exam."

Sarah pulled up the bottom of her dress and lifted both her arms into the air. Paul's hand glided up her thighs, over her hips, and caught under the bunched-up dress. He gripped her waist and pulled her back up off the couch before sliding the rest of the fabric up her torso. Her beautifully shaped breasts fell free and the dress slipped easily over her head before being tossed to the floor. Paul took a moment to appreciate the view as he laid her into the throw pillows again. He sat on the sofa between her legs, let his right hand move around her stomach and chest while his left unbuttoned his shirt.

Sarah felt each second on the grandfather clock tick away under the sound of the music as she watched his lustful gaze absorb her splendor. Suddenly aware that his desire was as long-suffering as hers, her heart quickened its pace. Her lips tightened, turned up at the ends, and her already high cheeks pressed the corners of her eyes half closed. Paul's face responded in kind as he spoke.

"You've figured it out, have you? I knew you were a smart girl."

Sarah's smile grew and she curled her lips back trying to bite them as her eyes rolled back slightly and closed for a moment. His praise felt like a warm blanket laying over her naked body. "I hoped. Honestly it was more about what I wanted than what was reality at first. You became the Daddy architype. Your authority, advice, concern, corrections, and the praise. My god the praise. Do you remember when you edited my paper and told me 'We need to make some minor changes, but you are a good writer!'? I could have dropped to my knees right then. I wanted to show you what else I was good at."

"Is that so? Well, I suppose any good advisor should express through example the caliber of work that is expected at this level of academia."

"Yes, Sir. Please do." Sarah's words were suddenly breathy.

Paul leaned down and began to lay kisses on Sarah's forehead, brows, cheeks, then lingered on her lips. He placed his hand under her head with his fingers filtering through her hair. The pressure he applied pressed her lips into his. His mouth open and inviting her passionate kisses.

Sarah's hands found their way under this now fully undone shirt and onto his back. She pulled his chest down onto her. The tuft of silver hair on his chest tickled her flesh and she giggled a bit. Her laugh was a mix of the sensation and the sheer cliché of sleeping with an 'authority' figure in school. It made her feel so young and devious. She was so excited. In a swift yet fluid movement her hands found their way to the back of his head and under his collar. Sarah needed his shirt off and started to pull at the fabric. With every tug and catch on his shoulders she needed it off more. Building to almost frantic desperation

Paul shifted his body to aid in its removal as he shifted his lips to her neck and added licks and gentle nibbles. His warm back now filled her hands and she felt a satisfied calm wash over her. "How did he hide all these muscles?" she wondered internally as she felt each one flex with every movement he made around her neck. Sarah's head rolled from side to side as he shifted his mouth to consume her. Graciously Paul began his travels to the next subject of study.

Sarah began to feel her pulse between her legs as his hands cupped her breasts and his mouth climbed the peaks to her nipples. His tongue drew circles around her skin closing in on those erect capstones. The jewelry was a new, but exciting sensation for Paul. He laughed quietly as the metal clicked against his teeth. His mouth opened wide and he filled it as greedily as he could.

A wave of jealousy washed over Sarah. This was Her oral exam, why was her mouth so empty? She threaded her finger through that beautiful tuft on his chest and pressed him into the sofa back. Placing a pillow on the floor between his feet she said confidently,

"I think I understand what you're trying to show me, but it is my exam..." Her hands made quick work of his belt, button, and fly. As she pulled back the fold of his jeans she paused at the throbbing mound in front of her. One, two, three fingers slipped under the waistband of his trunks and began to pull down the elastic over the tumescent bulge. Her mouth flooded with eager anticipation. She felt vulgar and primal. All pretense of schoolgirl fantasy fell away, and Sarah showed her true color. Hunger.

As she pulled down his trunks, Sarah moved in closer so his cock would spring up right in front of her mouth. She had wondered what shape and size was hiding in his pants. There were times in their advisory meetings when she drifted into a daydream while he read her latest draft. Now, having it here ready for the taking she wasted no time. Leaning in further until she felt his heat on her skin as her hand grasped around his base. She slid his length along her face before opening her mouth to take him in. As the swollen head slid onto her lips her tongue greeted it with soft circling licks. She thought back to how his tongue had taunted her nipples. Sarah was truly a good student and a quick learner. Continuing to follow his lead she opened wider to take in the whole head.

Her grip tightened around him, engorging the glans of his penis. She traced the contours with her lips to her right and back around the other way with her tongue. Sarah could feel his heartrate increase in the palm of her gripping hand. She took it as a compliment and encouragement. She stretched her tongue over her bottom teeth and took him further into her mouth. She began to slowly bob her head while churning her neck. Her movements were as sensual as they were erotic.

Paul's thighs flexed, his hips rolled, and his head laid back moaning softly. Typically, not a huge fan of getting head, Paul was having his mind changed in that moment. Sarah's enthusiasm calmed his worries which allowed him to enjoy the sensation without obsessing over insecurities. One had pushed through that dusty autumn hair of his while the other stroked and squeezed Sarah's arm. Every inch of his body had succumbed to her touch. Each time her mouth began a new stroke the fire in his soul surged.

How long could he last in this rapture? He wanted his turn to please and serve but couldn't bring himself to stop her or what he was feeling. Sarah felt that familiar pulsing that usually signaled her success but quickly reacted. The way her pace and intensity slowed was equal parts relief and torture. Each movement was now a tease that edged Paul closer to flipping the script.

Sarah pulled back her head to regain her breath and composure but was caught off guard. Before she could process how he did it, she felt herself ragdoll up and onto her back, flat on the comfortable couch. Paul's head was barely visible from this position, but she felt his hands firm grasp on her hips from below and his mouth climbing up the inside of her thighs. Paul's soft beard felt like cashmere on her skin as he moved closer to his meal. His eyes wide at the sight of his prey. Sarah craned her neck and saw the way he was smiling.

"What is happening?!" She thought to herself. "He looks like an animal! I think... Do I LOVE this?! Or...."

The warmth of his mouth engulfed her, and she felt his tongue, lustfully lay against her excited pink lips. Sarah was startled by the voracity of his movement, yet it was a pleasantly gentle touch. The skin of her chest and face flushed rose in the whirlwind of emotions. "This man is going to devour me, maybe literally," narrated her inner monologue. Paul began to close up his mouth drawing in her glistening lips as if he were tasting an ice cream cone for the first time since childhood. Contentment washed over his face. Passionately, his tongue searched Sarah from top to bottom.

Sarah was so entranced watching Paul enjoy her body she struggled to stay in the moment thinking to herself "do I even need to be here for this?" She tried to take a deep breath and close her eyes. Her mind wandered a bit until she heard Paul's muffled voice say:

"You taste better than I fantasized." Paul moaned and continued, "thank you for staying Sarah. I've wanted you for so long now"

Sarah snapped back to her body. Every lick was now connecting, and she felt his desire. Not just for the act but the act with her. He had been fantasizing about her, like she had about him. Had he talked to his friends about her like she had to hers? Sarah finally let herself be the subject of his desire and gave herself permission to participate in her pleasure.

"I want to feel your fingers in me too, Sir. Please." Suddenly pleased with herself and feeling confident. Sarah felt the fingers she's watched edit her papers, the fingers that guided her to be the best academic she should be, fill her. His tongue stroking her clit and his fingers massaging inside working in tandem as the pair had in his office so many times before tonight all with the common goal of Sarah's success. Images flashed in Sarah's mind: Cap and gown, his hands penning notes, his lustful smile, another diploma on her wall... Her eyes closed tighter as she bit her bottom lip. He fingers felt strong and practiced. She left as though she could feel his longing for her transfer with each thrust into her pulsing pussy. She wanted to feel these hands on and inside her since their first meeting. Memories arose of that day. How she felt safe and confident under his guidance. He felt just as authoritative and self-assured in this moment, and it was Hot. Sarah was hot, she was starting to sweat. She felt the tiny beads of moisture building on her skin as Paul had his competent way with her. Everything intensified exponentially. Her lap pulsated and felt ablaze with pleasure. Like a crashing wave, Sarah involuntarily bared down, her legs clammed around Paul's neck. His fingers still working to as a firm guide. His tongue still ladling out encouragement

Sarah gripped his upper arm and felt his muscles instinctively flex.

"Oh, fuck don't stop. There. There." Sarah's moaning whaled out echoing through the house. She felt waves of a flushing heat surging around her body. Her breath caught deep in her chest, and she arched high off the cushions.