This is the second part of the Professor Cooper story. It is strongly urged that you read chapter one first.
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Emma lay in her bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. Surely that didn't happen. Surely it had been a dream. He wouldn't. Not her professor. But still, she knew it was real. She knew he had. And she had loved it. He treated her like a filthy whore and fucked her, and she ate it up.
She didn't know what to do now. What-was he going to call her? No, she hadn't given him her number. After he had come, he told her to get dressed and go. No thank you or goodbye. She had come immediately back to her dorm room, told her friends she wasn't feeling well, and stayed in her bed for the rest of the day.
But what happened tomorrow? Did she see him during office hours? Did she say anything if they ran into each other on campus? Did she just wait to see him until the next class? Did they ever even speak of it again?
She was so confused. It was definitely a relationship she wanted to continue, she just didn't know how.
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Derek lay in bed that night, grinning. It had been even more amazing than he had expected. God that girl was hot. She called him sir, master. He liked it best when she just called him Professor. It was kind of cute.
But Jesus. That had been one hell of a day. He wondered how long he could wait before he had to have her again. Luckily he knew Emma had a single apartment. She had been high in the dorm lottery that year and gotten the place every senior dreams for. It was above the school bookstore with a private bathroom, room for a couch, bed and desk to fit comfortably, and shared kitchen space. He could drop in on her practically any time he wished and was almost guaranteed she'd be alone. That was his luck to want a double major-not much of a social life. She did have a boyfriend though-he knew that. But of course that would quickly be remedied.
Maybe I'll go over there right now, surprise her, he thought.
No. That was a stupid idea. He could control himself. The thought of her was enough to get him off anyway.
***
Three days later Emma walked into a coffee house and Professor Cooper was there. She considered heading right back out the door she came in, but wanted to be brave. She decided she'd order and leave-what she had been planning to do in the first place-without even so much as looking at him. But she'd make sure he noticed her not noticing him.
"Mocha latte with skim milk please," she ordered.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Professor Cooper turn around at his table to look at her. She ignored him defiantly.
The entire time it took to make her drink, she smiled and laughed and talked to the people she knew around the coffee house, but didn't even glance in Professor Cooper's direction. She left with her coffee, not noticing as he stood to follow her.
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He knew she had seen him in the coffee house. And she wasn't ignoring him in a nervous or awkward way; it seemed she thought she was showing him in some way by not speaking to him. He grinned and followed her.
"That was cute," he said as he easily caught up with her.
She jumped, having not noticed him.
"Excuse me?" she asked, trying not to stare at him.
"Ignoring me," he said. "It was cute."
She didn't bother to reply. They continued walking together. It wasn't strange to be seen together; at St. James professors and their students were often close friends.
"I'm going to the bookstore and then sneaking upstairs," Derek said. "You better be there to let me in."
"And what if I'm not?" she asked insolently.
"Oh look," he tugged lightly on one of her braids, "you're being cute again."
He entered the bookstore and began to browse.
Emma stood outside for a moment, contemplating. He grinned as he saw her enter and head up to her room. After a few minutes, when he was sure no one was looking, he slipped upstairs after her.
She opened the door and pulled him inside before he got the chance to knock.
He pushed her against the closed door and kissed her hard. She moaned and kissed back.
He pulled away and surveyed the room.
"Pretty nice," he said, dropping himself onto the couch.
"I think so," she said.
"What does Zach think?" he asked.
Fuck. Zach. Her boyfriend. She had practically forgotten about him ever since the incident with Professor Cooper three days earlier.
"Um. Yeah I think he likes it," she replied.
"Shame. He's never going to see it again," Derek announced.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't do seconds. And sometimes I'm going to want you when it's not convenient for you, I don't want some boyfriend asking questions about anything," he explained.
"You're asking me to break up with my boyfriend and then at times drop everything so you can fuck me?" Emma asked incredulously.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
She thought about it. Actually, she really didn't have a problem with it. Professor Cooper was everything she dreamed about, and the sex was amazing. Plus, her relationship with Zach was more about comfort than anything anymore. She wouldn't be missing much, and she'd be gaining a lot.
"That's what I thought," Derek laughed.
He patted a spot next to him on the couch. Emma didn't move. He raised an eyebrow at her. She smiled and sat next to him.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his member. She glared at him.
"So this is how it's going to be? No niceties? Just straight up fucking?" she asked.
"I might talk to you once in a while," he grinned wickedly. "But basically this is how it's going to be."
She looked at him and brushed some of his hair out of his face. She wasn't about to give him up just because he wasn't going to let her cuddle.
She leaned over and licked the tip of his head. He pushed his hips forward and she took him. As she worked up and down, throat muscles flexing and nostrils flaring, he didn't do anything. She expected it to be like last time. She wanted it to be like last time.
She slowly let him out of her mouth, dragging her teeth lightly along his underside.
