Chapter 1
Rushing through the halls of Hector Hall, I finally arrived to the small office occupied by Ms. D., my Essay as Social Commentary professor. Well, she is still a PhD candidate and probably barely grazing 30 but she was not one to mess with. Behind her back she was called Ms. "Needs the D." for her nit-picking when it came to grading. But there was a method to her madness as she came highly recommended by Gradeyourprof.com.
Due to the last tournament, I had to miss her last 2 classes, so I received a threateningly polite email requesting me to stop by to "chat." The door to her office was slightly open and as I prepared to knock, I heard her laugh. It was a beautiful sound, throaty, loud, and honest. I could see her finely manicured, though short nails playing with the phone cord from where I was standing.
- "...hmmm, so I ended up not getting my pussy ate last night... Well she was cute but obviously straight, looking for a thrill you know... No time for straight women, you know that... yeah I know... "
Well that was interesting. So Ms. D. doesn't even want the D. I can't say I picked up on that. I mean, of course I noticed how attractive she is, who hadn't? Those long legs, that even, temptingly soft dark skin, those giant eyes that exhumed brilliance but could also harden, with the peculiar effect of making you want to comply to any order from her. Her mid-length, high-waisted pencil skirts accentuated her curves, especially as she was fond of pumps and liked to strut around the class as she read or discussed passionately the topic du jour. And one definitely could not go without noticing her chest. Even the most chaste of her outfits could not hinder its magnificence. Had I known Ms. D. got down with us ladies like that...
- "... ugh, and I need it too, girl, it's been so long... Yeah... I want something exciting, you know, but where am I going to meet someone, I'm always here... oh shit, speaking of, I have an appointment with a student... Haha, its it's not like that, she's an athlete so weird schedule... basketball... shut up... pretty cute, yeah... I mean I try not to look at my students like that... but there's something... I wouldn't mind..."
As she whispered those words and laughed throatily, she turned slightly, looked up and finally noticed me at the door. Our eyes met but she hastily looked away. So she thought I was cute? I wasn't sure that's how I wanted her to describe me, but I could work with that. She hurried off the phone, looking slightly contrite as she didn't expect me to hear what she'd just said. She motioned for me to come forward.
- "Miss Hill, nice to see you. Were you standing here long?" she asked, having apparently regained her composure.
- "Long enough. You wanted to see me Ms. D.?" I replied, giving her my best smile.
- "Your last paper... Listen, I can understand that you have commitments to the University that demand a lot of your time but if you can't handle the course load, you should probably talk to someone."
- "Yeah, I rushed through that one..."
"Faith, you're a good writer, and this class could be good for you but I would rather you withdraw than miss out on what it could offer you."
"But Miss D..."
- "Or maybe you can get a tutor or something but I will not keep allowing you to submit multiple drafts when I'm not willing to do it for other students. I can clearly tell when a student is not making an effort."
I looked at her, furious. I think I knew what I could and couldn't handle. Sure I did bullshit through this paper but its 2% of my grade. She knew I wasn't some slacker so this wasn't really warranted. As I opened my mouth to give her a piece of my mind, she stood up, meeting me at eye level.
For a moment, she too seemed to have forgotten what she intended to say. Instead, we stood there, looking at each other, as if truly noticing the other for the first time. Breaking away, my gaze ventured south, taking in the sweat pearling at her temples, rolling down to her generous cleavage. Her hands rested on the table, causing her to bend slightly forward. Her perfume, gentle but captivating, reached my nostrils, inviting me to find its source. This woman awakened something in me. Usually I enjoyed the easy conquests my status on the team afforded me. The less complicated, the better. But this... this was new, tempting, a powder keg waiting to erupt.
- "Ms. D.., do you want me to withdraw so I don't miss out on the class, or so you can feel less guilty about wanting to fuck me?" I looked at her directly, daring her to deny her own words and the heat between us since I came through the door.
- "Um, that was a private conversation, and not the exact words I used. Plus my point stands..."
-"So you don't want to fuck me?" I pressed, placing my hands next to hers on the desk, bringing my face even closer to hers.
I watched her eyelashes flutter, as if trying to blink herself back to reality. I smiled to myself, relishing the power I seemed to have on her. A second later, I watched a small smile lift the corners of her mouth. Before I realized her intent, a svelte, yet firm hand wrapped around my nuque, pulling me close. I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss I knew I'd feel in my toes. Yet, nothing came. When I opened them again, she was staring at me with a fire I'd never noticed before.
- "I'm sure you're used to getting everything you want huh?"
- "Miss D.."
- "Right? Daddy's a big time coach on the League, your numbers are WNBA level, boys and girls all want to be on your arm yet you thought you'd want a challenge, huh?" Her grip at the back of my neck tightened as she added, even lower, "Answer me."
- "Mm..maybe." My voice was almost a whisper. What the hell was she going to do to me? Report me? Fail me? Laugh at me? Unable to withstand the tension, I closed my eyes again.
"Open." Her voice was sharp. As I complied, she got closer, and closer still, her lips reaching my ear.
- "You're nowhere near ready to handle my games, little girl. If I were you, I'd turn around, take that pert little ass and those impossibly long sexy legs and hightail it out of here. If you don't, whatever happens..." She punctuated her unfinished sentence with a small electrifying bite to my earlobe. Her tongue traced the length of my neck as her hand squeezed one last time and pulled me away from her. "Out," was her last word as she sat down and directed her attention to her computer, my presence already a distant memory.
Chapter 2
No matter how much I tried to avoid it, here it was, another Tuesday. And with it came the class I taught to the girl ruling my wettest dreams and scariest nightmares. Sure, last time I was able to stop myself before we got too far, but I couldn't very well explain my tongue on any student's body parts to the Dean. No matter how sweet they smelled, or how delightfully frightened they looked.
After staying in bed much longer than I should have, for one last orgasm, I was definitely running late, so late that the thought of wearing underwear did not even cross my mind.
Jumping straight to explaining the group exercise for the day, I avoided even looking in the direction where Faith usually sat. After they separated into groups to workshop their latest essay, I sat behind the desk to finally catch my breath and look over the resubmissions.
Faith's second attempt at the topic was much better handled, even bringing out a few chuckles out of me. Her writing style was direct, almost irreverent, yet her points were clear, pertinent, and humorous.
As I moved her paper to the complete file, a small blue envelope fell on the floor. Picking it up, I glanced at the students and caught Faith's eye. I had to soon avert my gaze as her seductive smile was back, and she proceeded to slowly bite her lower lip while staring into me. Just like in my fantasy this morning. And just like that the flood between my thighs was back. What was I going to do with this little temptress.
Opening the envelope, I emitted an audible gasp. There she was, bent over a desk, her perfect globes confined in the tightest miniskirt that accentuated her long legs ending in a pair of red heels. On the picture, a simple question, "what happens if I don't?"
Fuck...
I hadn't wanted to think about what would happen if she didn't stop. We were past the point of getting the brass involved. And I couldn't very well contemplate giving her what she wanted...could I? My eyes darted back down to the picture. The images of what could happen, what I could make her do, the pleasure we could give each other, overwhelmed me. I really needed to get laid if I wanted to be able to adequately deal with this girl.
The rest of my classes was a blur. Finally, the room was empty and I emitted a sound of relief, glad the day was ending. I was off the following day and planned for a long night at the library, followed by more studying in my apartment. In my last stretch for my doctorate, I did not have much time to spend on spoiled little girls. Plus starting anything with one of my students was ill-advised.
I reached the library without noticing, completely lost in my thoughts. Quickly locating my favorite corner in the basement, I got ready to settle in before noticing I was missing a crucial element: caffeine. Groaning, I headed back upstairs. Making my way back to my seat from Java City, I stopped dead in my tracks.
- "Hey Ms. D." Ah no, please tell me I was hearing things now. But no, she was right there, standing next to my chair.
- "Miss Hill, getting a head start on next week's homework?"
- "Depends. How did you enjoy my last paper?"
As she spoke, she settled into the comfy chair across from mine. This was my favorite location on this floor because the chairs were placed in a little alcove that one would notice only if expressly searching for it. I had a feeling that this would not be to my advantage in this case. The aisles were deserted and we could have very well been the only souls on this floor of the giant library.
- "Miss Hill, if you need to discuss your grades, it would be more appropriate to meet during my office hours."
- "See Ms. D, I wasn't sure I'd be safe there... I felt threatened last time."
The coy little nymph would be the death of me. Looking around us, making sure that we wouldn't be overheard, I leaned towards her.
