Chapter 9 - Midterms
It was a long week for Eric. Very long. He thought the prior week was intense, but this time there would be no midweek release. Every time he sat down to write his "mid-term" he was so horny that he couldn't focus. He'd look at porn to distract himself and end up so horny he had to step away. Whatever happened, he knew he couldn't have another "accident"
To make matters worse, Kevin kept walking in on him. Kevin tried to talk to him once about it, but got so frustrated that he gave up and walked away. Eric didn't even notice when he started giving him the cold shoulder.
Eric couldn't stop thinking about sex and what it would take to get Mona to let him cum again. The two texted all week, exchanging pleasantries and flirting, but any time he tried to sext she ignored him. She reminded him a few times about the assignment and stressed how important it was.
Finally, Friday morning he buckled down and did his best to write the paper. As he wrote, he realized just how much he had fallen for Mona. Sure, she was beautiful, but it was more than that. He poured his heart out, writing with abandon about how much he enjoyed being ordered about and how fulfilled he felt when she was happy with him. He talked about how relaxed and content he was to sit at her feet while she worked. He even hinted that he enjoyed her punishments, but was too embarrassed to elaborate. He wrapped up the paper by talking about how much he appreciated Mona's lessons and how he was committed to becoming her perfect boyfriend. It was rushed, but he hoped it would be good enough.
Eric managed to finish the paper, print it out, and put on nice pants and a button down shirt just in time. Mona pulled up as he was exiting the dorm. He hopped in the car the two drove off. Mona was a pretty girl, but he had never seen her like this. She was wearing the classic "little black dress" and it hugged every curve she had to offer. From her pert breasts to the slightly revealed tops of her stockings and her absolutely perfect makeup, with bright red lipstick, Mona looked sexier than he could have imagined.
"Good, you printed it out," Mona said as she tapped the steering wheel, "I hope it's good." She stole a look his way and smiled. "You do clean up nice." The two drove in silence, the only sound Mona's arrhythmic tapping. Mona pulled up in front of a brownstone in one of the nicer neighborhoods that ringed the university. They rang the doorbell and waited at the red mahogany door.
Eric wasn't sure what he had expected, but it was not a young, blonde bombshell in a maid's outfit. Standing no more than 5'1", with perky C-cup tits, she wasn't wearing the slutty maid costume of Halloween fantasies. Instead, she was wearing an impeccably tailored domestic servant's outfit. It was understated, but the plain black choker with a ring made it clear she was here to serve, however one wanted.
"Hi Mona!" She bubbled. "The Mistress is waiting for you in the parlor." She didn't acknowledge Eric's presence before turning to lead them on. Turning the corner into the parlor, Eric got his third major surprise of the night. Sitting in an armchair by the fireplace was Professor Jessica Lande.
Eric looked from Mona to the maid and back to Professor Lande. He had been cautiously optimistic about tonight, but now all he felt was panic. Professor Lande taught materials science and he had not done well in her class. Further, she was emphatically not his type. She was fit for her age, but severe and old enough to be his mother. If he had to guess, she was probably in her mid fifties.
And yet, he had a crush on her. When she was up front lecturing, full of energy, smart, and in control, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame -- just like every other female teacher he had. He flashed back to jerking off to her and his face grew hot. Eric hoped she might not remember him, but that hope died when he finally met her eyes. She knew who he was. She knew he was a mediocre student. He was pretty sure she could smell his fear.
"Mistress, I've brought my new boy, Eric, for your approval. I think you'll like him. If you approve, I'd like to continue his training."
Professor Lande rose and the two embraced. Eric was dumbfounded. Mistress? He numbly walked over and took Professor Lande's outstretched hand to kiss it. When Mona sat in the other armchair, he knelt next to her. Both women smiled at this, and Mona tousled his hair.
Eric was in shock while the two women talked and gossiped about people and things Eric didn't recognize. Mona recounted some of her adventures with Eric, talking up what a quick learner he had been. The maid brought drinks for the ladies, ignoring Eric completely.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Lande said, drawing Eric's attention.
"Ye.. yes, she is."
"Stand, boy. Let's see what we're working with." Lande instructed.
Eric stood with his hands behind his back. Professor Lande inspected him like a prize animal, or a piece of meat. She addressed Mona, ignoring him.
"How is he at oral?"
"He started out poor, but he's gotten better. He needs more practice."
"I see. Does he take correction well?"
"Well so far, though he does need more reminders than I'd prefer. Especially after an orgasm."
"I warned you about that. When was the last time that happened?"
"Last Saturday."
"Hm. Boy, the paper." Professor Lande held out her hand. "Rub my feet while I read."
Eric obliged, thankful for something to do, slid off her black pumps and got to work. He was gentle with her black stocking, and thankful that he could only smell the faint vanilla of her body wash. He cock swelled in his pants and, against his better judgment, he couldn't help wondering what they would be like after a run.
He looked up when the maid walked by, but it was only to hand Professor Lande a red pen. She tutted at him to focus on his task. The maid walked past, and he heard her chatting with Mona, but he didn't dare look. He focused on her feet, sneaking an occasional glance up her skirt. She was wearing full pantyhose, rather than the stockings her maid wore, and Eric daydreamed about nuzzling his way up her legs. She had to be a runner with such slim legs and strong thighs.
Professor Lande finished reading his paper and put it on the table. Eric caught a glimpse as she put it on the side table. It was covered in red marks. His heart sank.
"Take a look, boy." Professor Lande pointed over his shoulder.
Eric turned and his heart sank further. Mona, the woman he was falling utterly and completely in love with, writhed in the armchair. One hand grasped her tit while the other ground the maid's head into her sex. Mona had been biting her lip, trying to remain quiet, but when she saw Professor Lande was finished, she let out a long-stifled moan.
"You wish you could eat pussy that well." Professor Lande stroked Eric's head. Only then did he realize Mona wasn't giving corrections like she did to Eric. The maid knew all the right points to hit to drive Mona wild -- and he didn't. "In my house, we all share. Besides, would you really want to limit her pleasure to your meager skills?"
"No...," Eric dumbly shook his head. She was right, of course. Mona deserved nothing but the best.
"Good boy. Before we talk about your paper, a lesson in sharing." Prof. Lande leaned forward and was whispering in his ear. "Mona is enjoying Sasha. You want to too, don't you?"
"I... I do."
"Go then. Fuck her. It's what she's there for."
As if on cue, Mona caught his eye and nodded. She seemed less anxious now, and her nod was more command than invitation.
Eric crawled over to Sasha. She's a sub like me, he thought. His heart fluttered as he admitted to himself that he was a sub. Then he realized how stupidly obvious this was. He hiked up Sasha's skirt, planting kisses on her ass before sliding down her panties.
