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ProfessorMatthews

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ABOUTPROFESSORMATTHEWS

rofessorMatthewswasalwayssohardonme.Thenonedayheshowedmehe
washardforme.

Iworkedmyassoffincollege.Mygoalwastograduatewithhighesthonorsandonly
onethingstoodinmyway—mythesis.Iftherewasanyotherprofessorgradingit,I
wouldhavehaditinthebag.Butno,ithadtobeProfessorMatthews.

Hehatesme.Idon’tevenknowwhy,buthedoes.He’salwaysmakingmelooklike

anidiotinfrontoftheclass.Andit’sabigclasstoo.He’sthemostpopularprofessorin
school.Withhispaleblueeyes,thatscruffonhischin,andhis…well,it’seasytosee
why.

UnfortunatelyItotallyscrewedup!Ineededabreak,justalittletimeawaytoclear

mymind,soIwenttomyfirstcollegeparty.Thingsdidn’tgoasIplannedandIended
upsleepingthroughProfessorMatthew’sclasswhenmythesiswasdue.Hesayshe’s
notgoingtogivemespecialtreatment,butIhaveafeelinghe’llchangehismind.

**ThissteamystandalonestoryisfullofInstalove,NoCheating,ahornyprofessor,anda
HappilyEverAfter.

CHAPTERONE

nudgedmyfriendChristiewithmyelbow.Wewereseatedtothesideofthe
theater-styleclassroom.Infrontoftheclass,StaceyPetersonwasgivingher

presentationabouttheimportanceofanisolatedsetofislandstothedevelopmentof
Biologyanditstheories.

"Younevertoldmewhyyouinsistedoncomingtomyclass,"Iwhispered.
"Justafewmoreminutes,"shesaid,nudgingmeback."NotlikeIhadanything

bettertodoanyway."

StaceyfinishedherpresentationandProfessorMarkMatthewsstoodfromhisseat

offtothesideofthepodium.HisbackwastowardsuswhensuddenlyChristieelbowed
merepeatedly.

"That'swhyI'mhere,"shesaidasshewiggledhereyebrows."Fortheview.He'sgot

thebestbuttoncampus."

"Shhh,"shesaidasheturnedtowardsStacey,stillatthepodium.
"Verygood,Stacey,"hesaid."That'safineobservationabouttheenvironmentofthe

Galapagos."

ProfessorMatthewssmiledandnoddedatStaceyasshereturnedtoherseatinthe

firstrow.Asshesatdownwithaproudlookonherface,theprofessorwalkedtothe
frontofthecrowdedroom.

BrightsonHallhadtwooftheuniversity'slargestlecturehalls.Room102hadthree

hundredseatsandeachofthosewasalwaysfilledinProfessorMatthews'classes.Itwas
wellknownthathislectureswouldbeinoneofthosetworooms.Hewasoneofthe
school'smostpopularteachersandhisclassesalwaysfilledfast.

ProfessorMatthewswasalwaysencouraginghispupils.Heseemedtogenuinely

wantthebestforthemandbecauseofthathisstudentswentaboveandbeyondinhis
classes.Hehadareputationforbeingoneofthebestinstructorsattheuniversity.But
hewasn'tjustanamazinginstructor,likeChristiepointedout,hewashottoo.

Althoughhecouldeasilypassforanotherstudent,ProfessorMatthewswasinhis

latethirties.Hisdarkhairwastousledandcarefree.Sometimes,whenhewenttoolong
withoutahaircut,itwouldflopdownoverhislightblueeyesuntilhesweptitbackwith
hisfingers.Hissquaredjawwasalwayscoveredbyacoupledaysworthofscruff,butit
didn'thidethedimpleinhischin.

Healwaysworeabuttoned-downshirtandkhakis,butheevenmadethatlookhot.

Thewaythematerialtuggedacrosshisbackhighlightedhiswide,muscularshoulders.
Andhispantshuggedhisfirmbuttinsuchawaythatallthegirlsinclasssatascloseto
thefrontaspossiblejusttowatchhimpacethefloorashelectured.

ProfessorMatthewshaditall–intelligence,looks,andpersonality.Ihadacrushon

him.Ahugecrushonhim,tobehonest.Butwhodidn't?Unfortunately,hedefinitely
didn'tfeelthesamewayaboutme.Ifanythingitwastheopposite.

"Sarah,"hesaidasheturnedtowardsme.Hissmilefadedandwasreplacedbya

determinedlook."GivemesomemoderncriticismsoftheGalapagosstudiesandhow
theymayhavemisledourmodernresearch."

Iblinkedathim.Shit!Whydidhehavetocallonme?
"I'msorry,"Isaidquietly,hopinghewouldmoveontosomeoneelse."Ihaven't

reachedthatpartofthebookyet."

"Youcancomeupwithyourown,"hesaid."Surelyyousawsomemethodology

flawsthatwewouldn'tproducewithtoday'sstandards."

"I…Ihadn'treallythoughtaboutit,"IsaidasIsankinmyseat.
"Thenstartthinking,MissHudson.You'rebetterthanthis."
Heturnedawayfrommeandhissmilereappeared.Hecontinuedaskingtheclass

questions,butnothingascomplexashehadaskedme.Isankintomyseatfurther,
hopingtodisappear.

ProfessorMatthewsonlyeverthrewthehardquestionsatme.Ifthatdidn'tmeanhe

hatedme,Ididn'tknowwhatdid.Withoutfailhemademefeellikeanidiot.Itwasn't
somethingIwasusedto.IwasaregularontheDean'sListwithanalmost4.0GPA.I
neverhadthiskindoftroubleinclass.

Ijustdidn'tgetit.Heseemedlikesuchaniceguy,whatdidIdotomakehimhate

me?Andtomakemattersworse,Ihadtoacemythesisforhim.Hewasthelastthing
standingbetweenmeandgraduatingwithhighesthonors--SummaCumLaude.IfI
couldn'tgetahighenoughscorefromhim,thathonorwouldgoto...

SamanthaFields.Iglaredoveratherontheothersideoftheroom.Shewasoneof

thosepeoplewhorubbedmethewrongway.Shewasyourtypicalknow-it-allexcept
thatshewasalsobeautifulwithshinyblondehairthatmademybrownhairlooklike
mud.

"Well,it'scommonsensethatsomethingstudiedtwohundredyearsagowouldbe

revisedsomanytimesbynowthatitwouldbarelyresemblewhatitoriginallywas.
That'sjustthenatureofscience,"Samanthasaidassheflashedaperfectsmileat
ProfessorMatthews.

"Generally,that'sthecase,"hesaidwithhardlyaglanceinherdirection."However,

theprinciplesstillringtrue.Isuggestputtingmorethoughtinyouranswersbefore
shoutingthemout."Hepausedforamomentbeforecontinuing."Rememberthatthe
coreprinciplesremainandarecorrectdespiteouradvancements."

Yes!IthoughtasImentallyfistpumped.Thiswasexactlywhyhewasoneofmy

favoriteprofessors.Sure,hedidn'tseemtocareverymuchforme,butheneverplayed
favoritesandwasquicktoputsomeoneintheirplacewhentheycameacrossastoo
cocky.

Itmademewonderwhathewouldbelikeasafriend,orevensomethingmore.But

thatwasjustmycrazybraincrushingonhimagain.Ihadtostopthinkingofhimlike

that,itwasdistractingme.

"That'sitfortoday.Remember,I'llbecollectingyourfinalthesisnextweek,"hesaid.

"I'mexpectingtobeimpressed."

AsIgatheredmybooks,IthrewascornfulglareinSamantha'sdirection.Iknewher

answerwasaneffortinembarrassingme.Ididn'tappreciatethat.Iwelcomed
competition,evenfromher,butIwouldhaveneverstoopedsolow.

IneededtogetheroutofmymindsoIcouldfinishpolishingmythesis.Itneededto

shineandIwoulddomydamnedesttomakesureitdid.

"Especiallyfromyou,Sarah,"ProfessorMatthewssaidasheplacedahandonmy

shoulder.

Theweightofhishandremindedmethatmythesisneededtobeperfect.Isighedto

myselfasmyminddriftedtohimtouchingmeforreasonsotherthanscoldingme.

"I'mworkingonit,"Isaid,turningtofacehim.
"IknowyouneedmygradetomakeSummaCumLaude.I'mnotgoingtohanditto

youforsomehalf-assedpapermostofmystudentswillpresenttome.Youneedto
workforit."

IgroanedtomyselfasItriedtokeepmycomposure."It'llbefine,Ipromise."
"Itbetterbemorethanfine,Sarah.Don'tyoudaredisappointme."Helookedmeup

anddown,hiseyesclosingamomentbeforeopeningtomeetmine.

Itwasn'tthefirsttimeIcaughthimlookingatmelikethat.Ifitwasfromanyone

else,Iwouldhavewonderedifhewasattractedtome.ButwithProfessorMatthewsI
knewbetter.

AsIwatchedhimturnandleave,myeyesdrifteddowntohispantswherethetight

materialoutlinedhisperfectbutt.Thatfirm,sexyassmademethinkthingsIshouldn't
aboutaprofessor.

Student–Professordatingwasn'tjusttaboo,itwasforbidden.Andwithmesoclose

tograduatingIwouldn'triskanything.OrwouldI?Theycouldn'tstopmefrom
graduating,butIwouldn'tgetthehonorsIhadworkedsohardalloftheseyearsfor.
Wasitworthit?

AsmymindfilledwithdirtythoughtsaboutProfessorMatthews,Icouldn'thelpbut

wonder.IfthiswasanalternateuniversewhereProfessorMatthewsdidn'thatemy
guts,wouldItaketherisk?

Hestoppedjustbeforethedoorwaytoansweranotherquestion.Hisblueeyes

flashedinmydirectionandheldmygaze.Mymindracedasitenvisionedhim
undressing.Thecornersofhismouthslowlytwitchedupasifhecouldreadmymind.
Embarrassed,Iquicklylookedaway.

Ineededtofocus.IhadtothinkaboutmythesisandnotwhatIimaginedProfessor

Matthewslookedlikenaked.AsIpushedawaymydaydream,ourgazeslockedagain.

Washereallylookingatme?Thethoughtcrossedmymindthatmaybehedidn't

hatemeafterallandIsmiled.Nothinginhisexpressionchanged,butjustasIwas
pullingmyeyesawayfromhis,hewinked.Whatdidthatmean?Iwasn’texactlysure,
butdeepdownIknewhe'dbeworththerisk.

CHAPTERTWO

ythoughtseasilyflowedontothepaper.Ihadhitmystridehoursagoandknew
mythesiswascomingoutwell.Iwasninetypercentdone,butIwasstartingto

losesteam.

Ihadbeenworkingonitforhours.Ilookedupfrommylaptopandrealizedmy

bedroomhaddarkenedtothepointthatIneededtoturnonthelight.Ihadn'teven
realizedthesunhadset.

IwasreachingthepointwhereIwashavingahardtimeconcentratingonwhatI

wasdoing.Itwasn'tuntilIwroteandrewrotethesamelineseveraltimesbeforeI
realizedwhatIwasdoing.Ididn'thavetimetowastethough.Thethesisneededtoget
done.

Tomakemattersworse,myphonekeptbuzzing.WhenIfirstsatdowntoworkI

barelypaiditanyattention.Ihadbeenabletoignoreitforhours,butnowthatmy
focuswasgoneitpulledmeoutofmypaperevenmore.Asmyfriend'snamelitupthe
screen,Igaveinandansweredit.

"What'sgoingon,Christie?"
"Checkinguponyoutoseeifyouchangedyourmindaboutthepartytonight,"she

said.

"YouknowIcan'tgo.Ineedtofinishmythesis."
"Seriously?You'renotdoneyet?"
"Almost.I'msocloseIcantasteit.Justanotherpageortwo,"IsaidasIlookedover

mynotes.

"Twopages?Comeon.Ifyouwereonarollyouwouldn'thaveanswered.Letitsit

forafewhoursandcomebacktoitlater."

"No,youknowIcan't.Thisisimportant.YouknowProfessorMatthewsisahuge

hardasswithme."

"Hehasahardass,Iknowthatmuch,"shesaid.
"Notnow,Christie."
"Iknow,Iknow.I'mjustworriedaboutyou,"shesaid,hervoicegrowingserious.
"Why?I'mfine.Ijustneedtogetthisdone."
"You'regraduatingcollegeandyou'renotevensurewhatyouwanttodo.You

haven'tgoneoutonceinthepastfouryears.Youhaven'tevenhadaboyfriendyet."

"What'sthatgottodowithanything?Ihavemypriorities,that'sall.I'vebeen

focusedongettingthebestgradesIcan.Everythingelsewillfallintoplaceafterwards."

Christiewassilentforamoment."Seriously?Doyoureallyfeelthatway?Don'tyou

everthinkaboutrelaxing,goingout,andhavingfun?Justtakingsometimeandnot
thinkingaboutschoolandgrades?Youknow,youcanhaveaboyfriendandbereally
smarttoo."

"Datingjustisn'tapriorityofmine.Besides,I'malmostdone.Graduationisjust

aroundthecorner.Whyareyoubotheringmeaboutthisnow?"

"Idon'tknow,maybebecausethisisyourlastchance.Yousaidityourself,

graduationisjustaroundthecorner.Thatmeansyou'rerunningoutoftimebefore
enteringtherealworld.Comeon!Thisisthelastbigpartybeforegraduation.Besides,
youknowbreaksaregoodforthebrain.You'lldobetterworkifyougooutandhave
somefun."

IlookedatthelastsentenceIwrote,theoneIhadspentthelasttenminutes

workingon.Itstillwasn'tright.Maybeshehadapoint.Maybesomefreshairwoulddo
megood.IcouldclearmymindandmaybethenI'dbeabletobangouttherestofmy
thesis,insteadofagonizingovereachlinelikeIhadbeen.

"Idon'twanttogoalone,Sarah.IneedsomeoneIcanbesnarkywith.Youneedto

comewithme."

Isighedasshecontinuedtowhine.ForyearsChristiehadbeenbeggingmetogo

withhertooneoftheseThursdaynightparties.MaybeitwasjustthebreakIneeded.

"Oh,alright,"Isaid."You'vetalkedmeintoit.Ican'tstayallnightthough."
"Wewon't.IpromiseI'llgetyoubackbeforeyouturnintoapumpkin."
Isavedmyfileandrushedtomakemyselflookgood.Myhairwasamessfrommy

nervoushabitoftwistingitaroundmyfingerswhileIwrote.AndIcouldn'tremember
thelasttimeIhadwashedthesweatshirtIwaswearing.Christiewasright,Ihadbeen
spendingtoomuchtimewithmyschoolwork.Ineededtounwindandtakeabreak.
Justashortone.

CHAPTERTHREE

hepoundingofthebasswasdeafening.AsweenteredtheVictorian-stylehouse,
largeredcupsofbeerwereshovedintoourhands.InursedmineasIstoodina

cornerofthelivingroomandpeople-watchedwhileChristiemadetheroundsandsaid
hellotoherfriends.

Theroomwasdarkwithonlyalampinthecornerforlight.Alargecouchwasthe

onlyplacetositanditwascrowded.Severalpeoplesatonit,redcupsinhand,looking
asuncomfortableasIfelt.Onthecornerofthecouch,acouplewasmakingout.

Groupsofpeoplehuddledtogetherastheytriedtotalkovertheloudmusic.Multi-

coloredlightsblinkedtothemusicastheyspilledintothehallseparatingtheliving
roomfromthedancearea.

Thebeertastedawfulwhichwasfine,really.ThelastthingIneededwastoget

drunk.MyplanwastogetbacktomythesisassoonasIgotbacktomyapartment,no
matterwhattimeitwas.Ineededtobesoberandawake.

Christieranbackovertome.Herbrightredhairbrushedagainstmycheekasshe

threwherarmovermyshoulder,makingthebeersloshdangerouslyinthecup.

"There'ssomanypeoplehere,"shesaid.
"Wellitisaparty."
"Shutup,"shesaidandplayfullypunchedmyarm."Ijustcan'tbelievehowmany

peoplearehere.Andit'snotevenjuststudents.Someofthefacultyareheretoo."

Christiepointedthroughthecrowdtoagroupoffourpeopledeepinconversation

witheachother.IrecognizedProfessorBrown,ProfessorJones,ProfessorLee,right
away,butcouldn'tmakeoutwhothefourthpersonwas.

"Aretheyheretoplaychaperone?Orarewesupposedtopretendwedon'tsee

them?"Iasked.

"Jeezyoureallyshouldhavegottenoutmore,"shesaidwithadramaticrollofher

eyes."It'sfreeboozeandfoodwithdancingandmusic,whowouldn'twanttobehere?"

"Youdon'tthinkit'sweird?Imean,they'reprofessors.Whywouldtheybeata

collegeparty?"Itseemedsoforeigntomethatanyonewouldwanttobeatapartywith
cheapbeerandloudmusic,thatIcouldn'tunderstandwhytherewouldbeprofessors
there.HowwasIsupposedtoact?"Dotheytalktostudents?"

"No,theyusuallykeeptothemselves,"shesaid.
Theprofessorswerejusttalkingandmindingtheirownbusiness,butIcouldn'ttake

myeyesoffofthem.PartofitwasthatIcouldn'tbelievetheywereatthisparty,buta
biggerpartwascuriouswhothefourthpersonwas.

ProfessorBrownshiftedtothesideandIgotaglimpseofhimfinally.Hewas

dresseddowninaheavymetalt-shirtandapairofjeans,butIwouldrecognize
ProfessorMatthewsnomatterhowhewasdressed.

Ahotflushcreptovermycheeks.Ihadtohavesomeseriousissuestolikehimas

muchasIdidwhenitwasobvioushecouldn'tstandme.Icouldn'thelpmyselfthough.

"Oh!Ilovethissong,Sarah.Let'sdance.Ididn'tbringyouheresoyoucouldpretend

todrinkabeer."

"Thisstuffisterrible,"Isaidraisingmycup,thentakingapeekathowmuchIhad

left.Thecupwasstillalmostfull."I'vebeendrinkingit."

"Noyouhaven't.Yourcupisstillfull,"shesaidwithalaugh."Let'sgo."
IfollowedChristieassheledthewaytothenextroom.Wesnakedourwaythrough

thecrowdtoanemptyspotclosetotheedgeofthedancefloor.Iwasn'tthemost
gracefuldancer,butIhadenoughrhythmtonotmakeafoolofmyself.Peoplewere
startingtopayattentiontousandIrealizedthatwasexactlywhatshewanted.

ChristiewavedatatallguywithwavybrownhairIrecognizedfromoneofmy

classes.Igrabbedherarm,afraidshewasgoingtojoinhim.

"Don'tyoudareleaveme,"Isaid.
"You'llbefine.Maybeyou'llmeetsomeonenewlikethatguyinthedoorway.He's

watchingyou."Shejerkedherheadtowardshisdirectionassheswitchedsideswithme
soIcouldseewhoshewastalkingabout.

Areallycuteguywithshortspikedhairstandinginthedoorwaylookinginour

direction.IsmiledshylyandwhenhesmiledbackIspunaroundtoavoidlookingat
him.Ididn'tknowwhattodo.

Washegoingtocomeoveranddance?ShouldIgooverandaskhim?Ihadnever

beeninthatsituationbefore,butasmythoughtsswamaroundmyhead,Irealized
someoneelsewaslookingatme.ProfessorMatthews.

CHAPTERFOUR

couldn'treadProfessorMatthews'expression,buthewasdefinitelywatchingme
dance.Itriedtonotstareathimtoomuch,butmyeyeskeptgoingbacktohim.

ThelastthingIwantedwasforhimtorealizehowmuchIlikedhimortheattentionI
wasgettingfromhim.Ididn'twantittostop.

Asthesongended,Icaughthimtakeadeepbreathandturnawayfromme.Ifelt

ridiculousthinkinghehadbeenwatchingme.HewasprobablymakingsureIwasn't
havingsomekindofseizureonthedancefloor.

ChristieranofftotalkwiththetallguysoIdecidedtoretiremyridiculousmoves

andsteppedoffthedancefloor.

KnowingProfessorMatthews,hewasprobablypissedatmefornotworkingonmy

thesis.Justthatcoupledwithmylousydancingwasprobablyenoughforhimtonot
givemethegradeIneeded.

Igrittedmyteethinfrustration.Partofmefeltlikejustaskinghimwhathis

problemwas.Whywashealwayssohardonme?Ihadtorememberthathewasjust
myprofessoranditshouldn'tmatterwhathethoughtaboutme.Wedidn'thavetobe
friends.Ididn'tneedtoknowwhyhedidn'tlikeme.

"Heythere,beautiful,"amalevoicespokefrombehindme.
Iturnedaroundandfoundmyselfface-to-facewiththecuteguywhosmiledatme

earlier.Hehadplayfulgreeneyesandasquaredjaw.Thelightsfromthedancefloor
madehisblondbuzzcutlookgreen,thenred.HewasbetterlookingthanIrealized
whenIfirstsawhim.

"Hi,"Isaid.
Ismiledupathim,butmyshynessovertookmeandIquicklylookedaway.
"Ithoughtyoumightneedadrink,"hesaidashehandedmeashort,wideglasswith

aclearliquidandiceinsideofit.

Itooktheglassfromhimandhelditbetweenmyhands.
"Thanks,"Isaid.
Icautiouslyraisedtheglassandtookasniff,thenquicklymoveditawayasItriedto

clearmynosefromthestrangescent.

Whatisinthere?Ithought.
"I'mTom.What'syourname?"
"Sarah,"Isaid.

"Youmovedreallygracefullyoutthere.Areyouadancestudent?"
"Um,thanks.Adancestudent?Really?No,I'mnot,"Isaidlaughingnervously.

"You'rekidding,right?"

"Notatall,"hesaid.Hetiltedhisheadtothesideandpushedmyhairbehindmyear.

"Iguessyouwerejusteagertogetoutthere.Areyoualwayslikethat?"

"Maybe,"IsaidwithanervouslaughasItookacautiousstepawayfromhim.

"Tryingeverythingissupposedtobethecollegeexperience,right?"

"Yeah,that'swhattheysay.It'satimeforexperiencingnewthings."Herubbedhis

chinasheeyedtheuntoucheddrinkinmyhand."Youshouldtrythat.Ithinkyou'll
likeit."

Iraisedtheglassandtookadeepersniff.Thesmellmademynosescrunch.Whatis

this?Ithought.Itsmellslikerubbingalcohol.

"Idon'tthinkso.Itsmellsabitstrong,"Isaid.
"Nah,itbarelysmellslikeanything.Comeon,justalittlesip.What'sonesipgoingto

do?"

Ilookedattheclearliquidintheglassandmovedmyhandtoswirltheicecubes

around.Iwascuriouswhatsomethingthatsmelledsostrongwouldtastelike.Ilooked
upatTomashesmiledeagerly.

"You'reright,"Isaid."What'sonesip?"
AsIbroughttheglassuptomylips,thestrongstenchofalcoholoverwhelmedme.

No.TherewasnowayIwastastingthis.

BeforeIcouldmovethecupawayfrommyface,itwassmackedoutofmyhand.

Thedrinksplashedagainstmyclothesastheglassfellandshatteredasitstruckthe
floor.

"Whatthehell?"IsaidasIturnedtoseewhatcreepwouldhavedonethattome.
ProfessorMatthewsstoodbesidemewithasternexpressiononhisface.Ihadnever

seenhimlooksomadbefore.Smallveinspulsedathistemplesashisjawclenchedand
unclenched.Ilookedfromhim,thenovertoTomwhoturnedandvanishedintothe
crowd.

Asshole,Ithought.Iwasn'tsurewhichmanIwasreferringto,butatthatmoment

theybothfitthedescription.

"Whatiswrongwithyou?"ProfessorMatthewssaid."Iknowyou'renotstupid,but

whyelsewouldyouacceptadrinkfromsomestrangeguy?"

"What'swrongwithme?What'swrongwithyou?"Isaid,myangergettingthebetter

ofme."ForallyouknowTomandIareoldfriends.Andwhatdoyoucareanyway?
Whatareyou,achaperone?"Isnapped,unabletothinkofsomethingharshertosay.
"Thisisacollegeparty.Nooneneedsababysitterhere."

"Hecouldhavespikedthatdrink,"hesaid,hisvoiceharsh."Doyouevenknowwhat

thatwas?Everclearcoulddestroyadelicatethinglikeyou."

"Adelicatething?I'llhaveyouknowIamnotsomedelicatefuckingflower,

Professor.Also,it'snoneofyourbusinesswhatIdoonmyowntime."

Myfistswereclenchedashemovedclosertome,makingmefeelsmall.Hehad

neverstoodsoclosetomebeforeandwhileIalwaysknewhewastall,butIdidn't
realizehowhetoweredovermeuntilthatmoment.

"Gohome,Sarah.Thisisn'twhereyoubelong,"hesaidthroughgrittedteeth."Doit

beforeyougetyourselfintrouble."

Iwaslivid.Mytemperwasbeyondboiling.IwassomadIwantedtopunchmy

professor,butIknewbetterthanthat.Hewasstillwhatstoodinfrontofmeandthe
honorstitlethatIhadbeenworkingsohardonfortheselastfewyears.Nomatterhow
muchhemeddledortreatedmelikeachild,IneededtowatchwhatIsaidtohim.

"I'vedonethecoursework,I'llwritethethesis,butoutsideofthat,Professor

Matthews,mylifeismyown.I'lldowhateverIwant."

Angrily,Ilookedawayfromhim.Icouldn'tmakeeyecontactwithhimrightnow.I

didn'twanttosayanythingthatcouldjeopardizeeverythingIhadworkedsohardfor.

InthenextroomIspottedChristie.Shewasseatedatthekitchencounterwith

severalotherpeople.Amanwaspouringacleargoldenliquidintoseveralsmallglasses
thatwerelinedupinfrontofthem.

ProfessorMatthewshadn'tmoved.HewassoclosetomeIcouldfeeltheheatfrom

hisbodyradiatingtowardsmine.Havinghimsocloseconfusedme.Ilookedupathim
outofthecornerofmyeyeandnoticedhischindimpleandthenhiskissablelips.
Thinkingofhimlikethatmademeevenangrier.

Iwasn'tmyself.SuddenlyIneededtoprovetomyprofessorthatIwasanadultand

coulddowhateverIwanted.Whetherheapprovedofitornot.Ibee-linedoverto
Christieandpickeduponeofthefilledglasses.

"Hey!What'sthebigidea?"sheasked,surprised.
"Ineedadrink,"Isaid.
"Wait--"
Beforeshecouldfinishhersentence,thedarkliquidwasdownmythroat.Ittasted

likeliquidfireandleftatrailfrommymouth,downmythroat,andintomystomach.I
wasprettysureifIwantedtoimpersonateadragon,nowwouldbeagoodtime.

"That'swhiskey,"Christiesaid."It'sreallystrongstuff."
Shelookedatme,hereyeswidewithconcern.Aquickglancetothenextroomtold

memyprofessorwaswatchingmewithastunnedexpressiononhisface.

IwantedtocoughandchokeupwhatIhadjustdrank.Iwantedtoruntothesink

andshovemymouthundertherunningfaucet.ButIwouldn'tgivehimthesatisfaction
ofbeingabletosayhewasright,Iwasaridiculouslydelicatefuckingflower.

Iforcedasmileandpickedupanothershotofwhiskey.Ihadseenenoughmovies

toknowitwouldgodowneasierifIdrankitfast.IjerkedmyheadbackasIdrankthe
nextshot.ThenIslammedtheshotglassdownontothecounterandglaredattheguy
withthebottleinhishand.

"Pour,"IsaidasImovedtheshotglasstowardshim.
Hefilledtheglass.IkeptmyfacestraighttohidetherevulsionIfelttowardsthe

whiskeybeforepouringitdownmythroat.

"Yougotanythingstronger?"Iasked.
"Whatthehell,Sarah?"Christiesaid."What'sgoingonwithyou?"
Thewould-bebartendertookoutanotherbottle,andquicklyfilledanotherglass.I

glancedbackovertowhereProfessorMatthewswasstanding,buthewasn'tthereany
more.

Ipushedtheglassawayandstumbledontoanearbystool.Whatwaswrongwith

me?InmyangerIwentfromtryingtoshowhimIwasanadultandIendedupacting

likeafoolishchild.

TheroomspunalittleandIrealizedIneverhadanythingtoeat.Ihadbeenso

head'sdownworkingonmythesis,thatIhadforgottentohaveanythingallday.This
wasnothowIwantedthenighttoturnout.

AsIlickedmylips,tryingtogetsomemoistureintomymouth,Christieshoved

anotherredplasticcupinfrontofme.

"Drink,"shesaid."It'swater.You'renotlookingverywell.You'dbetternothurl."
Ishookmyheadwithembarrassment,unabletolookather,beforetakingasipof

thecoldliquid.

"I'mfine,"Isaid."Iforgottoeattoday,that'sall."
"Sothat'swhyyouturnedintosomeclichépartygirl?"
"Ugh,no.Idon'twanttotalkaboutthatnow.Canwejustgoalready?IthinkI've

hadenoughfunforonenight,"Isaid."PlusIneedtofinishmythesis.Ijustneedtoeat
somethingfirst."

ThethoughtofProfessorMatthewsseeingmeactlikeanidiotafterIspentsolong

tryingtogainhisrespect,killedme.Hewasright--whatwaswrongwithme?

"You'llhavetotellmeaboutitoneday,"Christiesaidwithasigh."Let'sgo.This

partyislameanyway.Youshouldprobablygetsomerestbeforefinishingyourthesis
anyway.Ithinkmaybeyoujustneedsomesleep.You'vebeenunderalotofstress."

AsIslidoffthestool,theroomjerkedbeforetiltingtotheside.ThelastthingI

rememberedwaseverythinggoingblack.

CHAPTERFIVE

wokethenextmorningwithahorribleheadache.Ikeptmyeyesclosed,knowing
thatthebrightnessoftheoutsideworldwastoomuchformetoface.AsIlaid

thereIwonderedifthiswasfromtheshotsorifthestressfromschoolfinallycaughtup
tome.Itwasprobablyacombinationofboth.

Slowly,Iopenedoneeye.Asharppainrangthroughmyhead.Igroanedandturned

awayfromthesun.

"Ohgood,you'reawake,"Christiesaid.
"Shhh.Whyareyouyelling?"
"I'mnot.I'mspeakinglikeIalwaysdo.You'reafuckingidiot,Sarah."
"Iknow,"IsaidasIcoveredmyheadwithmypillow."IknowI'manidiot.NowI

feellikehellandIstillhavemythesistofinish."

Ipeekedoutfromunderthepillow.Christiewassittinginthecornerofmyroom,

stilldressedinthesameclothesfromthenightbefore.Lookingunderthesheets,I
foundIwasstillinthesameclothestoo.

Isatupandrubbedmyeyesbeforeslappingmycheeksabittoknockthefogoutof

myhead.

"God,Ibarelyrememberanythingafteryousaidweweregoinghome,"Isaid.
"Ididn'tthinkyouwould.Youscaredtheshitoutofme,"shesaid.
InoddedasIweavedmyfingersthroughmytangledhair.
"Iknow.Ishouldknowbetter,"Isaid.
"You'reafuckingdiabetic,"shesaidasshegotupandwhackedmewithapillow.

"Youdidn'teatandthenyoudidthoseridiculousshots.Whatwereyouthinking?
You'reluckyIwasthere."

Itookadeepbreath.Shewasright.Eveninthehazeofmypain,Iknewbetter.

UsuallyIwasreallygoodaboutmakingsuremysugardidn'tdroptoolow,butIhad
beensobusymakingschoolandgraduatingwithhonorssuchaprioritythatIstopped
takingcareofmyself.

WhatgoodwasanyofitifthefirstmomentItrytorelaxandhavefun,Iendedup

passingout?Iwasgoingtograduatewithhighesthonors.Ishouldbesmart.Anduntil
thatmomentIthoughtIhadmorethanjustbooksmarts.NowIwasn'tsosure.

"I'msorry,"Isaid."IwasjustsoangrythatIsnapped.Ishouldhaverealizeditwas

thehungertakingover,butIcouldn'tthinkstraight.Imusthaveruinedthenightfor

you."

"No,stopblamingyourself.I'mjustgladIwastherewhenithappenedandIgot

somehelp.Idon'tknowifIwouldhavebeenabletodothatalone."

ItookadeepbreathasIrealizedhowluckyIwasthatshewastherewhenit

happened.Whatifithadbeenjustafewminutesbefore?WouldTomhavehelpedme?
Idoubtedit.

"Thankyou,Christie.Iwasanidiot.Thankyouforsavingmefrommyself."
"Hey,that'swhatfriendsarefor.Youtakethegoodwiththebad.Iknowyou'ddo

thesameforme."

AsIswungmylegsoverthesideofthebed,readytostand,Irealizedsomething.
"Wait,"Ipausedasmymindslowlyreplayedwhatshesaid."Youhadhelp?You

didn'ttakecareofmealone?"

"Nope,Igotlucky,"shesaid."Ididn'tknowwhatwasgoingon.Onesecondyou

werereadytogohomeandthenext,itwaslikeyourlegsturnedintoJello.AsItriedto
catchyousoyouwouldn'thurtyourself,ProfessorMatthewsshowedup.Hepicked
youupandcarriedyouhome."

"Really?ProfessorMatthewsdidthat?"
"Yeah.Itoldhimthelastthingyousaidwasthatyouneededtoeatandhetoldme

you'rediabetic.Whydidn'tyoutellme?Weweregoingtotakeyoutothehospital,but
youwokeuponcewegotoutside.YoumumbledsomethingaboutcandyandProfessor
Matthewsmademedigsomeoutofyourpocket."

IreachedintomypocketwhereIalwayskeptmyemergencystashofLifeSavers.

HowcouldIletmyselfgetsobad?UsuallyIwasmuchmorecareful.

"I'msorry,"Isaid.Icouldn'tstopapologizingtoChristie."Ithoughtyouknew,but

it'snotsomethingItalkaboutmuch.ProfessorMatthewsonlyknowsbecauseIgotthe
shakesinclassonedayandheaskedifIwasalright."Ikeptthinkinghowbadthings
couldhavebeenifIwasaloneorifshesimplywasn'taroundtohelpme.Butitwasn't
justherwhowasthereforme,ProfessorMatthewswastoo."Thanksfortakingcareof
me.Ican'tbelieveProfessorMatthewscameback.I'llhavetotellyouaboutwhat
happenedthatsetmeoff.Ican'tbelievehecarriedmehome."

"Hedidn'tjustcarryyouhome,hestayedwithyouthewholenight.Wewereboth

here,"shesaidbeforeshestartedlaughing."Youcalledhimsomewildthingslastnight.
Youdidsomewildthingstoo.Youmightaswellhavebeendrunk!"

"Whatareyoutalkingabout?"SuddenlyIrememberedgrabbingProfessor

Matthews'pants.Ihopedthatwasadream,butIhadasinkingfeelinginmystomach
thatitactuallyhappened."WhatdidIdo?"

"Well,tostartoffyoucalledhimanassholeaboutadozentimes.Thenyoucalled

himasexybeast.Thenanassholeagain."

Christiewaslaughingsomuchherwholebodywasshaking.
"Keepgoing,"Isaid,knowingtheworsewascoming.
"Okay,ifyouinsist,"shesaidbetweengaspingforairasshegiggleduncontrollably.

"Yougrabbedhispantsandtriedtopullthemdown!Ihadtoyankyouoffhim,but
thenyoucalledmeanasshole.Thenyouturnedbacktohimandcalledhimanasshole
againfornotlettingyousuckhiscock."

Icoveredmyfacewithmyhands."I'msorry.It'shappenedbefore,butnotinalong

time.It'slikethatlittlebitofsugarafternothingmakesmedrunk.Pleasetellmethat's
theworstofit."

"It'snot,"shesaidassheheldhersidewhileshelaughed."Itgetsbetter.Let'ssee…

youtoldhimyouwantedtohavehisbabies.Youwerethrustingyourcrotchathimlike
this."

Shestoodupandswungherhipswildlyforwardoverandover.Itwastheleastsexy

thingIhadeverseenandifIwasn'tsoembarrassedIwouldhavebeenlaughingat
Christie'smovements.IhungmyheadinshamethinkingIhaddoneittoProfessor
Matthews.Howwashegoingtorespectmenow?Ihopeditwouldn'tmakehimgrade
mythesisevenharder.

"Ithinkyouevenflashedhimonce."
"No!Pleasetellmeyou'remakingthisup.DidIreallydoallthat?"
"Yes.It'salmosthardtobelieveyou'rereallyavirgin.Youweresuchaslut,"she

said,laughingevenharder."Itwasquiteashow.Thehighlightofmynightreally.Now
Ihavealotofammunitionagainstyou.I'mtalkinglikeyearsandyearsworth."

"Youwouldusethis,wouldn'tyou?"IwasgladChristiesawthehumorinmy

embarrassment."IsthereanythingelseIshouldknowabout?"

"Morethanyoutryingtorapetheprofessoryouclaimtohate?Nah,thatwasabout

it.Youknow,otherthansleepinguntil3PM."

"Wait,what?"Iquicklystoodupandblinkedattheclockonmywalluntilthe

numberscameintofocus.AcoldshiverwentdownmyspineasIrememberedmy
schedule."Shit!IsleptthroughmyclasswithProfessorMatthews.Itendsinthirty
minutesandmythesisisn'tevendone."

Igrabbedaskirt,blouse,andafreshsetofbraandpantiesbeforedashingintothe

bathroom.Ididn'twanttofacetheclassreekingofsweatandbooze.Idefinitelydidn't
wantProfessorMatthewstogetareminderofwhatanidiotIwaslastnight.Itwasbad
enoughIdidn'thavemypaperdone.

"Icandriveyoutoclass,"Christiesaidthroughthebathroomdoor."IknowIdon't

needtosaythis,butyoushouldprobablythankandapologizetoMatthewsforyou
actinglikeadrunkenidiotlastnight."

"Iknow,"Iwhisperedastearsstungmyeyes."You'reright."

CHAPTERSIX

ythetimeIgottoclass,everyonewasalreadyleaving.IwalkedpastSamantha,
whoraisedaneyebrowatmebeforestruttingpast.Shehadturnedinherthesison

time.SheknewIwasscrewed.

Iwasn'tgoingtoletitgowithoutafightthough.IwassoconfusedaboutProfessor

Matthewsrightnow,especiallywithwhatChristietoldme.Whydidhestayallnight?
Otherthanbeingafreak,Iwasobviouslyfine.Washejustbeingaconcernedprofessor
orwastheremoretoit?

ProfessorMatthewswasstandingathisdesk,collectingthepapersthatwerepiled

onthecorner.Iapproachedslowly,worriedaboutwhathemightsay.

"Um,hi,"Isaid,standingattheoppositeendofthedesk.
"Ah,Sarah.Niceofyoutoshowuptoday.Betterlatethannever,huh?"
"Iknow.I…uh…I'msorry.I--,"Istammered.
"Madeacompletefooloutofyourselflastnight?Yes,Isaw.Iwasthere,

remember?"

"I'mreallysorry,Professor.Really.IheardfromChristiewhatyoudidandIknow

youdidn'thavetobethereforme.Youdidn'thavetohelpChristieandafterhowI
treatedyou,Iwouldn'thaveblamedyouifyoudidn'thelp."

Asmyeyesmethis,hisexpressionsoftened.Heletoutadeepsighashisfacefilled

withconcern.

"Therewasastudentinneed.Iwouldhavedonethatforanyone,"hesaid.
IlookedawayfromhimasInodded."That'swhatIthought.Thanksforhelping

Christie.Andforhelpingmetoo.Ididn'teatyesterday.Ishouldhaveknownbetter."

"Youshouldhave.Youhaveaconditionthatneedstobemonitoredandtakencare

of.Youcould'vereallyhurtyourselflastnight."

"Iknow.Andjustsoyouknow,I'mnotusuallylikethat.WhenmysugargetslowI

justgocrazy.Ican'tcontrolmyself."

"It'salright.I'mjustgladyourfriendwasthere."
"Metoo,"Isaidquietly."YouhavenoideahowbadIfeel.I'msorryaboutlastnight.

I'msureIruinedyournighttoo."

"You'rebeingtoohardonyourself.Nooneisperfect.You'vebeenunderalotof

stresslatelytoo.Iknowyou'vebeenworkingonyourthesis."

"Andit'salmostdone,"Isaid."Iwasn'tsupposedtogooutlastnight.Inevergoout.

Ijustneededabreakand…well,youwerethere."Ichewedmybottomlipnervouslyas
Istruggledtogetmycourageup."CanIhaveaone-dayextension?It'salmostdone.I
justneedafewhoursreally."

"Hmm,"hesaidasherubbedhischin."Ican'tjustgiveyouspecialtreatment,Sarah.

Thatwouldn'tbefairtotheotherstudents."

"Iknow,Iknow,"Isaid,tryingtocontrolthebegginginmyvoice."Ineedthisgrade

though.Ineedittograduatewithhighesthonors.I'veworkedsohardforthis.Justgive
meonechance.Ican'tloseallmyyearsofhardworkbecauseofonemistake."

ProfessorMatthewswalkedaroundthetableandstoodoverme.Iwasremindedof

lastnightandtheheatofhisbodynearmineashewarnedmeaboutdrinking.His
presencefeltdominating.

"Withthewayyoutoldmeofflastnight,Idefinitelyshouldn'tgiveyouanyspecial

treatment,"hesaidgruffly.

"Please,ProfessorMatthews.I'msorry.Idon'tknowhowmanytimesIcan

apologize.Ijustwasn'tmyself.Iknowyouhatemeforwhateverreason--"

"Idon'thateyou,Sarah,"hesaidinterruptingme.
Iraisedaneyebrowathiswords."Really?Butyou'realwayspickingonmeand

askingmethehardestquestions."

"IaskyoubecauseIthinkyoushouldhavetheanswerstothosequestions.I'm

tryingtochallengeyoutothink."

"Don'tyouthinkIdeserveabreaksometimesthough?Ifeellikeyou're

intentionallyputtingmeonthespotwiththosequestions.Likeyou'retryingtomake
melookstupid."

"Noonecouldmakeyoulookstupid,Sarah.YouarethebrighteststudentIhave

everhad.Youhaveagreatfutureaheadofyou,andasaneducatorIhaveadutyto
pushyouashardasIcan."

ProfessorMatthews'swordsmademeblush.IwassoinsecurethatIneverthought

hecouldbepushingmetodobetter,myonlythoughtwasthathecouldn'tstandme.

"Listen,"hesaid,loweringhisvoice,makingithusky."Iwouldnevertellanyofmy

otherstudentsthis,butifyouwanttoknowthetruth,Iwasinappropriatelastnight.
Youareintelligent,gifted,andbeautiful.WhenIsawyoutakeadrinkfromthat
asshole,IhavetoadmitIgotalittlejealous."

Iwasblushingsomuchmycheeksfeltliketheywereonfire.Icouldn'thelpbut

smile."YouthinkI'mbeautiful?"

"Ineverywaypossible.Bothmentallyandphysically.You'rethetotalpackage.Do

youknowhowmuchI'vewishedIwouldfindawomaninmylifetohavebothlooks
andabrain?"

"Idon'tknow.Icanunderstandthough.Itwouldbehardformetofindahandsome

manwhounderstandstheinsandoutsofAbiogenesis,"Isaidreferringtothe
evolutionarysciencethatProfessorMatthewsspecializedin.

"Ifyou'regoingtobethatspecific,Icanguaranteeyou'renotgoingtofindmuch,"

hesaidwithaslysmileonhisface."Iwanttofindsomeonelikeyou,Sarah.Someone
whocanmatchmywitsandmymind."Hepausedashelookeduptomakesurewe
werealone."Someonewhomakesmejealouswhenanothermanlooksather.
SomeoneIwantinmybed."

Hewastalkingaboutme,hittingonme.ProfessorMatthewswasmakingitmore

andmoreobviousthathewantedmeasourconversationcontinued.MaybeIshould
havestoppedhim,Iknewitwaswrong.Iwashisstudent.Heshouldn'ttalktomethat
way.Heshouldn'tlookatmelikeastarvedwolf.ItwasexactlywhatIwanteduntilI
realizedIhadaskedhimforanextensionformythesis.

Isthatwhatthiswasabout?Washegoingtobribemeintosleepingwithhim?
"Wait,"Isteppedbackfromhim."AreyousayingwhatIthinkyou'resaying?"
"What'sthat?"
"IsthiswhereifIwanttheextension,you'regoingtomakemedosomething

sexual?"

ProfessorMatthewsblinkedinsurprise."No,no.Absolutelynot!Imean,did

somethingthatunethicalcrossmymind?Yes,butIwouldneverusemypowerasyour
professortogetsomethingIwant.Sure,I'msureI'denjoytheresult.Butit'snotwhatI
reallywant.WhatIwantismore.Muchmore.I'mnotabouttoriskmycareerforone
nightoffun."

Hewantedme.Somuchthatthethoughtofbreakingtheruleshadcrossedhis

mind.Itwassostrangetohearhimtalktomelikethisafterbeingconvincedforso
longofhishatredforme.

"Sarah,"hesaid,thetimberofhisvoicedeepening."Iwantyourthesisonmydesk

byeighttomorrowmorning.Notaminutelater.IfIreceiveitontime,thenI'lltreatit
asifitwasturnedintoday.ThisistheonebreakI'mgivingyou,"hesaidbefore
pausing."Butit'sonlybecauseyou'reright.Ihavebeenhardonyouthissemester."

Iletoutalongbreathasrelieffilledme."Thankyou.Thankyousomuch,Professor

Matthews.YouhavenoideahowgratefulIamforthis."

OureyesmetandIwonderedwhatwasnext.Wasthatit?Washejustgoingtocut

meabreak?Justafewminutesagoheflatouttoldmehewantedme.OrhadI
dreamedthat?Washereallyjustgoingtoletmewalkaway?

Istartedtowardsthedooronlytobestoppedbyhisvoice."Sarah."

CHAPTERSEVEN

sIturnedtofacehim,oneofhishandsslippedintomyhairashislipscovered
mine.Hepressedmeagainstthedoorashisbodypressedagainstme.Hiskiss

overwhelmedmeandashistongueslippedintomymouth,mybodyresponded.

AtfirstIwasparalyzedwithsurprise,butIquicklymeltedagainsthisstrongchest.

Mytonguebegantofollowhis.MyhandswrappedaroundhisbacklikeIhadimagined
somanytimesinclass.Throughhiscollaredshirt,Icouldfeelhowtonedandmuscular
hewas.

Themomentfeltlikeitcouldlastforever.Itwastheperfectendingtoourstrange

relationship.Buttherewasmoretothisthanjustakissandbeforehesaidanything,I
knewitwasfarfromover.

"Iwantyou,Sarah,"hesaid,ourkissfinallybreaking."Iknowyou'remystudent,I

knowthisisn'tright.Butsaythewordandnoneofthatmatters.SaythewordandI'll
takeyourightnowinthislecturehall."

Somanyemotionsrushedthroughme.Inamatterofminutes,Iwentfromthinking

hehatedmetofindingouthewantedme.Andhedidn’tjustwantmybody,hewanted
mymindtoo.ItwaseverythingIeverwanted.

ButhowcouldIsayyes?
Hewasstillmyprofessor,stillthepersonwhoheldalotofpoweroverme.School

wasn'tover.Istillneededtosubmitmythesistohimandthatgradewoulddetermine
whetherIreachedmygoalofhighesthonorsornot.Ispentthepastfouryears
workingtowardsit,butsomehownoneofthatmatteredanymore.Theonlythingthat
matteredwashim.

Mymindwantedhim.Mybodywantedhim.Whatevertheconsequenceswere,I

woulddealwiththem.AsIlookedintohislightblueeyes,Iknewhewouldmakeme
feellikeawoman.Iwantedthatmorethananything.

"Iwantyoutoo,"Isaid.
Ashislipsmetmineagain,Iheardtheclickofthedoorbeinglocked.Hethenpicked

meupandcarriedmetohisdesk.Withaquickswipeofhisarmheclearedhisdesk,
showingmethattheonlythingthatmatteredatthatmomentwasme.

Heliftedmeontothedesk,layingmedownashepinnedmyarmsupabovemy

headwithoneofhishands.Hishungrykissesmoveddownmynecktomychest.Even
throughmyshirt,Ifelthistouch,teasingmethroughmybrawhichIhadsuddenly

regrettedwearing.

Withonehandstillholdingmyhands,heundidthebuttonsofmyblousewiththe

other.Seeingthesmileonhisface,Irealizedthathetoohadbeenfantasizingaboutme
allthistime.Howlonghadhewantedmelikethis?

Hepeeledmyshirtoffmeandsoftlystrokedmyskin,givingmegoosebumps.AsI

struggledtokickmyshoesoff,hislipsfoundmineagain.

Istillcouldn'tbelievewhatwashappeningbetweenmeandProfessorMatthews.I

squeezedmyeyesshutforamomentandthenopenedthemagaintomakesureI
wasn'tdreaming.

Hepulledhislipsfrommineandreleasedmyhandsashisfacefilledwithregret.
"I'msorryifI'mrushingthings,"ProfessorMatthewssaidbreathlessfromour

kissing."Ijustcan'tcontrolmyselfanymore.Ihavetohaveyou.Ineedtoseeyou.I
promiseI'llmakeituptoyou."

IsmiledasIsatupandreachedbehindtounhookmybra.AsIletthestrapsslideoff

myshoulders,Ifelttheheatriseonmyskin.Ihadneverletamanseemebefore.
WhatwasIdoing?NotonceinmylifehadIthoughtIwouldlosemyvirginityina
classroom.

ProfessorMatthewsnoticedmyhesitation.Gently,hecuppedmyfaceandkissed

myforehead.

"It'stoofast,isn'tit?"heaskedashelookedintomyeyes.
Ishookmyhead."No,it'snotthat.It'sjustthat…"IpausedasIgatheredupmy

courage.HowcouldItellmydreamguythatIwasavirgin?HowcouldItellmy
professorthatnotonlywashegoingtofuckhisstudent,buthewasalsogoingtotake
hervirginity?WhatifItoldhimandheneverwantedtoseemeagain?

"Wasisit,Sarah?Youcantellmeanything."
Hereachedovertograbmyshirtandhelditoutforme.Ididn'ttakeit.Withadeep

breathIletmybradrop,butIinstinctivelystillcoveredmybreasts.ThiswaswhatI
wanted.HewaswhatIwanted.Noteverythingneededtobeperfect.

ProfessorMatthewssmiledasheslippedhisfingersintooneofmyhands.Hiseyes

neverleftmineandeventhoughhisfingerswerenowagainstthesoftfleshofmy
breasts,hedidn'tpushorpressureme.

"Youarebeautiful.Perfect.ThewomanIalwaysdreamedof.You'rebrilliantand

gorgeous.Youareeverything,Sarah."HepausedandIsawhisbrowwrinkle
momentarilybeforehiseyeswidened."Andyou'reavirgin,aren'tyou?"

Myeyeswidened."Isitthatobvious?"Iasked.
"No,Ijustputtwoandtwotogether.Afteryoufellasleepthismorning,yourfriend

blamedherselfforwhathappenedtoyou.Shesaidshepushedyoutotakeabreakand
gotoyourfirstcollegeparty.Betweenthatandhowshyyougotjustnow…well,Iguess
itwasobvious."

"I'vebeensobusywithclassesthatIdidn'thavetimetodate,"Isaid,feeling

embarrassed."It'sokayifyouwanttoleave.Iknowit'sbadenoughI'mastudent."

"Idon'twanttoleave.Rightnowyouaren'tastudent,Sarah.You'reawomanand

I'maman.Don'tyouunderstandhowmuchIwantyou?Idon'tgiveafuckifyou'rea
virgin.I'mgoingtomakeyouscreammynamebythetimewe'redone."

Hepulledmyarmsdownfrommychest,leavingmeexposed.Hislargehands

cuppedmybreasts,thefeelingwassomuchmoreintensethanbeforewhenthefabric
ofmyclotheswereintheway.Thetipsofhisfingerscircledmynipples,sending
pleasurethroughmybody.

"I'veimaginedfuckingyouonthisdesksomanytimes,"hesaid.
Hepinchedmynipple,sendingashockthroughmybody.Igaspedsoftlyfromthe

painfulpleasure.Asheloweredhishead,Iheldmybreathinanticipation.

Mybodyrespondedtohistouch,makingmybodypulse.Ashismouthclosedover

mynippleandhebegansucking,arippleshotthroughmybody.

Ashemovedfromonenippletotheother,Iletmyhandsmoveoverhischest.I

unbuttonedhisshirtandhequicklypulleditoff,lettingitdroptothefloor.

ProfessorMatthewshadaperfectchest.Itwasalittlehairy,butjusttheright

amountandmuscularwithtonedabs.Hecouldn'tkeephishandsoffmeandIfeltthe
sameway.Everysecondhewasn'tkissingorfondlingmeseemedtotakealotofeffort
onhispart.

Heranhishanddownmyneck,overmychest,andpastmyabdomen.Mybodywas

becomingmoreandmorealivebyhistouch.Itremblednervouslyashecamedownto
myskirtashereachedanotherplaceIhadneversharedwithamanbefore.

ProfessorMatthews'shandliftedmyskirtandrevealedmypanties.
"Whitecottonpanties,"hesaid,"Youknowthesehavetogo."
Ilaughednervously.
Heplacedahandovermymoundandgentlyrubbedmethroughthefabric.
"You'resofuckingwet.It'stheclassroom,isn'tit?"Heraisedhisbrowsplayfully.

"YouhavenoideahowmanytimesIthoughtabouteatingyououtwhileyousatthere
takingnotes."

"ButProfessor,youshouldn'tsaythingslikethattome,"Isaid,grinning."I'myour

student."

"Astudentwhoiswetfromtheideaofhavingherprofessorfuckheronhisdesk."
"Icouldsaythesameaboutyou.Inevernoticedthisduringyourlectures,"Isaid,

lettingmyhandslideoverthethickbulgeinhispants.

ProfessorMatthews'facesuddenlygotserious.
"Areyousureyouwantyourprofessortobeyourfirst?"heasked.
Withouthesitation,Ifoundmyselfnodding.Ididn’tneedtothinkaboutit.Assmart

asIwas,Iwasstillawoman.AndIcouldn'tdenyhowincrediblyturnedonIwas.

"Thenletmeteachyouawholenewlesson,"hesaid.
AllIcoulddowasnodinagreement.Hisfingersbeganrubbingmethroughthe

cottonofmypanties,teasingmeandpushingthesoakedfabricagainstme.Thetipsof
hisfingersstayedfirmlyonmyclit,ticklingitandshockingmewithhowgooditfelt.

Imoanedashecontinuedtotouchme,makingmewanthimevenmore.Iwasn'tin

controlofmyselfanymore,mydesireforhimwas.Myhandsshotdowntomypanties
topushthemdownandoutoftheway,hopingtoexperienceevenmoreofmyteacher.
Iwantedtofeelallofhimandwhathecoulddotome.Iwantedtofeelitnow.

AsIattemptedtowiggleoutofmypanties,ProfessorMatthewsgrabbedthemand

pulledthemoffmylegs,takinginthesightofmynakedpussyforthefirsttime.

Anxietyinsideofmekeptrushingback,asIwasnowcompletelybare.Otherthan

myhikedupskirt,Iwasnakedinfrontofamanforthefirsttimeinmylife.Ialways

imaginedthisdifferently.IthoughtIwouldhavethecoverofdarknessandblanketsto
shieldmyinsecuritiesfrommyfirstlover'seyes,butIhadnoneofthat.Professor
MatthewsmademefeelsobeautifulIdidn'tcareaboutmysoftbellyorhowthickmy
thighswere.

"Everythingaboutyouisperfect,"hewhisperedashishandsfollowedthecurveof

myhips."Iwanttosavoreveryinchofyou."

Hedidn'twaitbeforelayinganotherpowerfulkissonme.Mymindrushedmore

thanever.Thiswasreallyhappening.Myprofessor,myteacher,themanwhoIlusted
afterevenasIthoughthehatedme,wasgoingtotakemyvirginity.

Ashishandslidupbetweenmylegs,Irealizedhewasgoingtotakehistime.His

fingerstickledmylabia,circlingitinapatternashezeroedinonmyclit,pressing
himselfagainstmywetness.Mybreathhitchedashisfingersslidinside,teasingme.

Littlewavesemanatedoutofhistouchashislipsleftmineandstartedhisjourney

downmybody.Hisfingerssteadilyfuckedmeashistongueflickedagainstmyclit.

ProfessorMatthewsshotaglimpseupatme,oureyesmeeting,beforehesuckedmy

clitagain.Asuddenspikeofpleasureboltedthroughmybody,makingmegasp.He
didn'tstop.Heknewexactlywhathewasdoingtomeashesuckedandlickedmyclit.
ItwasmuchmoreintensethanIevercouldhaveimagined.

AllIcoulddowaslettherisingheatinsidemetakeoverasmyprofessorateme.

Justwhenmybodygotusedtowhathewasdoing,hesurprisedme.Histongueflicked
myclitbeforerubbingit,keepingmeburningforhim.

Iranmyhandthroughhisthickhair,encouraginghimtokeepgoing.Theway

ProfessorMatthewstookcontrolwastheresultofyearsofpracticeandexperience.I
wasluckyandappreciativehewassharingthoseskillswithme.Myfirsttimewith
anyoneelsewouldn'thavebeenasgood.

MytoescurledasheatemeandImoanedlouderforhim.Iwatchedhissmilegrow

widerasheateme,mypleasureclearlyalsobeinghis.

Thetideinmegrewhotter,andIwasn'tgoingtolastlongunderhisskilledtouch.

Thoughtsofjustsittingbackandenjoyingeverythingrolledthroughmyhead,andI
suddenlyfeltveryselfishforlettinghimdoeverything.

Aloudmoanescapedmylips.IknewthatthelongerIwaited,thegreatermy

orgasmwouldbe.Hewasgettingmereallyclose,butIdidn'twanttocomejustyet.

Reachingdown,Ituggedathishairandhestoppedrightaway.Iimmediately

regrettednolongerfeelingthewonderfulthingshewasdoingtome.Professor
Matthews'paleeyesmetmine.

"It'smyturn,"Isaid.

CHAPTEREIGHT

eraisedaneyebrowandsteppedbackasIslidoffthedesk.Withhiseyesonme,
Idroppedtomykneesinfrontofhim.AsIhadseenhimdosomanytimesin

class,henoddedwithapproval.Butitwasdifferentthistime.Iwasn'tansweringa
questionaboutbiology,Iwasreachingforhisbelt.Ipushedhispantstothefloor,
excitedtoseehim.Hisboxer-briefswerebulgingwithhishardness.

"Goon.Youcandoalotmorethanstareatit,"hesaidashegavemeaseductive

grin.

Ismiledbackandreachedforhismanhoodthroughhisunderwear.Hiscockfelthot

andhardasIcaressedhim.Itjerkedslightlyasmyhandwentdownhisshaft.Myeyes
closedandIwonderedwhathewouldfeellikeinsideofme.IwantedthatsomuchI
couldn'tthinkofanythingelse.

Pullinghisbriefsaway,Iexposedhisthrobbingcocktotheairoftheroom.He

pushedthemdowntothefloor,leavinghimselfcompletelynaked.

IshotProfessorMatthewsanothersmileasIreachedupandstrokedhim.Hiscock

shudderedundermytouch.HefeltwarmasIcontinuedtoexploreeveryinchofhis
body.IlookedupathimasIbroughttheheadofhiscockclosertomylips.

"Yes…please,"hebeggedashestrokedmyhair."I'vewaitedsolongforthis.Thisis

somethingoutofmyfantasies."

Irewardedhimwithakissonthetipofhiscock,thenlickedaroundhishead,

savoringhim.

DespitehowbadlyIwantedtobewithProfessorMatthewsandIknewitwasokay,

beinginthelecturehallwasaconstantreminderofhowbadwewerebeing.Iwas
lickingmyprofessor'scock,breakingeveryethicsruleinthebookwithhim.The
adrenalineinsidemepounded.Thinkingabouthowwrongitwasmademewanthim
evenmore.

"Suckit,"hesaid."Iwanttofeelyourlipsaroundmycock."
Hismanhoodpassedthroughmylipsasmytonguetimidlyflickedathishead.I

slippedhiscockfurtherintomymouthuntilIfinallymanagedtotakehimcompletely.

"Alwaystheoverachiever,huh?Can'tevenhalf-asssomethinglikethis,"hesaidas

hislipstuggedupwardsintoasmile.

IfIdidn'thavehiscockinmymouth,IwouldhaveremindedhimthatItookpride

inbeingthebest.Instead,Ihadtoshowhim.

Mysucksjerkedhisfleshforward,lettingmytonguefollowrightbehindintryingto

pleasehim.IslowlyslidhimoutofmymouthbeforeIbroughthimbackin.Iheardhis
low,pleasedgroan,andknowingthatIwasanaturalonlymadethefireinsidemeburn
hotter.

Iswallowedhiscockfurtherdownmythroat.HishandhelpedguidethewayasI

enjoyedhisrodtotheabsolutefullest.MyhandsstrokedthepartofhisshaftIcouldn't
fitintomymouth.

HissubtlemoanswereallthecomplimentsandencouragementIneeded.Hewas

bracinghimselfagainsthisdesk,completelyatmymercy.Thisonlypushedme
further.Ididn'tcareifhecameinmymouth.Justtheideaofitwasdirty.Iwas
surprisedathowstronglythethoughtof'it'swrong'wasdrivingme.

"Ohfuck,"hesaid,momentsafterthetiniestbitofhiscumhitmytongue.
Hepulledhiscockawayfromme,leavingmewithonlythedroplettosavor.I

wantedmoreofit,butIquicklyrealizedthatwasn'tonthemenu.IletitgoknowingI
wasgoingtoexperiencesomethingdifferent.Maybeevenbetter.

"What'sthematter,ProfessorMatthews?"Iaskedinnocently.
"Ineedmorethanjustyourmouth.Ican'tholdmyselfbackformuchlonger.Iwant

younow.Ineedyounow."

Standingup,hewrappedhisarmsaroundmeandkissedme.Hedidn'tcarewhere

mymouthhadjustbeen.Isavoredthatkissasheguidedmebackontothedesk.With
hiscockpositionedrightovermyclit,therubbingofoursexesmademymindrunwild
withanticipation.Itwastime.

Anotherkisswassharedbetweenus,andhiscockwasrightatthelipsofmypussy,

ticklingtheoutside.Hereachedbetweenus,hishandrestingonmynub,whichwas
achingformorestimulationeversincehistonguehadleftme.Slowly,hebeganto
caressit,theheatinsidemestartingtopickbackup.

Moaninglightly,Inodded,andhebegantopushhimselfin.Thefrictionofhisentry

feltsointenseasmypussylipsparted,lettinghimslideintome.Iwassowethecould
haveenteredeasily,buthestoppedhimself.

ProfessorMatthews'eyeslockedonmine.Inodded,readyforwhatwastocome.He

slowlyenteredme,thrustinghimselfinalittleatatime,carefultonothurtme.

Iclosedmyeyesinpreparationforsomepain,butnonecame.Thefeelingofhaving

himinsidemewaswonderful.IletoutalongbreathasIsighedwithrelief.

"Areyouokay?"heasked.
Inoddedbeforethewordsspilledfrommylips."Yes.Definitelyyes."
"Good,Idon'twanttohurtyou."Heclosedhiseyesforamomentashepulledhis

cockalmostallthewayout,thensliditbackinagain."Fuck.You'resotight,"hesaidas
hisvoicehitched.

Asheletmybodyadjusttohisraw,nakedcockbeinginsideofme,herubbedmy

clit.Itwasn'tlongbeforehewaspullinghimselfout,onlytoreturnwithanothertiny
burstofelectricityrushingthroughmycore.

Imoanedsoftlyashethrustedintome,firstslowly,butgraduallymovingfaster.He

kissedmylipshungrilybeforehistonguesweptovermine.Eachtimehepushedinside
mebroughtawaveofblissthatwashedovermybody.Iwrappedmyarmsaroundhis
back,feelinghisfirmness,pullinghimclosertome.Hischestrubbedagainstmine,

ticklingmybreasts,andheighteningtheheatbetweenusevenfurther.

MyeyesmoveddownhistorsountilIwaswatchingashisthickcockdisappeared

insideme.Hewasn'twearingacondomandIwonderedifIshouldtellhimIwasn'ton
birthcontrol.

Ashethrusthimselfinsidemeandforcedamoanfrommylips,Idecidednottosay

anything.Ididn'twanthimtostop.Ididn'twanttothinkaboutanythingeither.AllI
wantedwasforhimtokeepfuckingme.

Hemassagedmyclitwithhisfingerswhilehiscockcontinuedtopushmehigher

andhighertowardsclimax.Iletoutaloudmoan,andheforcedmetomoaneven
louder.Iwonderedifsomeoneelseinthebuildingwouldhearus,butthenIrealizedI
didn'tcare.

Withmylegswrappedaroundhim,Iwasabletothrustmyhipsagainsthim,

matchinghismovementasthesoundsofourfleshechoedthroughouttheroom.
ProfessorMatthewstookmeharderandfaster.

"God,Ican'tgetenoughofyou,Sarah.Ialwaysrespectedyourmind.Iwasalways

attractedtoyourbody.ButIneverimaginedfuckingyouwouldbelikethis."

Amoanescapedmylips."Ineverexpectedmyfirsttimetobethisgood."
Heliftedmeupoffthatdeskandpressedmeagainstthewhiteboardbehindhim.

HisstrengthwasimpressiveasIwaswrappedaroundhim,kissinghim,enjoyinghis
body.HerubbedmeupagainstthechalkboardandIknewIwassmearingwhatever
lessonhehadwrittenoutonit.Mybackwouldbeamess,coveredwithwhiteand
yellowpowder.

Again,Icouldn'tcarelessaslongasProfessorMatthewskeptdoingwhathewas

doing.Faster,harder,hewastakingmetoplacesIneverexpectedtogo.Thefireinside
ofmewasgrowingsointensenow.Ithoughtaboutwhatthisorgasmwouldbelike
withProfessorMatthewsplayingmybodylikehewas.Myimaginationonlymadethe
factthatIwasfuckingmyteacherevenhotter.

Wewereenrapturedwithoneanother,hiscockgoingsodamndeepinsideme.He

waspantinghard,mybodytakingitstollevenonhisexperiencedself.Thewetnessof
myfoldswasjerkinghim,yankinghim,urginghimevendeeper.

MymoansturnedtoscreamsasIcriedoutwithpleasure.Icouldn'ttakemuch

moreofthis.Evenwiththatsoundthough,Icouldhearhisraggedgrunts.Onlyafew
morestrokesand...

Theorgasmexplodedthroughmybody.Pulsatingthroughmeagainandagain,

overpoweringallofmysenses.Itrembledandgaspedforair,winded,beforecollapsing
againsthim.

ProfessorMatthewsgrippedmetighter,pulledmecloser.Subtly,Icouldfeelhis

thighstightenagainstmineashiscockdovedeeperinsideofme.Onelastthrustand
hiseyesclosedashisorgasmovertookhim.

Pantingandsweating,theorgasmstillechoedthroughmybody.Wewereboth

grinninguncontrollably.Hekepthimselffirmlyplantedinsidemeforaslongashis
cock'sstrengthremained.

Itfeltlikeittookaneternityformythoughtstogatheronceagain.SlowlyIrealized

whathadjusthappened.Iwasn'tmad,Iwasn'tsurehowtofeel.

"You–youcameinsideme,"Isaidflatly.

"I'msorry,"hesaid,stilltryingtocatchhisbreath.
"I'mnotonanybirthcontrol."
"Ifiguredthat.Imeanttopullout,butIcouldn't.Youfeltsogood.Toogood.I

wantedtocomeinyou."

Hetookadeepbreath,andfinallywithdrewhimselffromme.Heguidedmetohis

deskandhelpedmehopuptosit.

"Ican'trememberatimesincewemetthatIdidn'twantyou,Sarah.Andatthat

moment,whenIshouldhavepulledout,allIcouldthinkaboutwasclaimingyouas
mine.Iwanteveryonetoknowyoubelongtome."

GettingpregnantwasalwayssomethingIfeared.ItwastherealreasonIhadn't

botheredtodatebefore.Ihadseenittoomanytimesinmyfamilywhereacousin
wouldhaveherentirelifesidelinedforafewsecondsofpleasure.Ididn'twantthat.I
didn'twanttobelefttryingtofigurethatoutalone.

AsIopenedmyeyes,ImetProfessorMatthews'gaze.Ididn'thavethatfearwith

him.Iknewhewasagoodman.Hewassmart,handsome,andonehellofalover.But
washesayingwhatIthoughthewassaying?

"Whatareyousaying?"Iasked.
"Ijustneedyoutotrustme,okay?Icareaboutyou,Sarah.ButdespitewhatI'm

thinkingandwhatIwant,Ithinkweneedtokeepthingsslow."

InoddedasItriedtofindtherightwordstosay.Icareaboutyoutoo?No,despite

howmuchImeantit,itsoundedinsincere.Ithoughtaboutwhathappenedlastnight
andhowinmydiabeticstateIsaidIwantedtohavehisbabies.Imeantthat.Professor
Matthewswasmydreamguyandhealwayshadbeen.Thatwaswhyitbotheredmeso
muchwhenIthoughthehatedme.Iwantedtheoppositeofthat.Iwantedhislove.

Butwashesayingtheopposite?Washesayinghelovedme?
Itwastoomuchformedealwith.Ithoughtaboutallthehourswehadspent

togetherasprofessorandstudent.Wedefinitelykneweachother,therewasno
doubtingthat.ThenIthoughtabouthisstayingwithmeallnightwhenIwasn'twell.

Ihadsomanyquestionsforhim,butasIsatthereinhisarmsIrealizedtherewould

beplentyoftimeforthem.Noteverythingneededtobesoserious,especiallynotafter
sex.SoIdecidedtolightenthemood.

"Aslongasyoukeepfuckingmelikethat,"Isaid,"youcancomeanywhereyou

want."

Hekissedmeagain.ItwaslongandpassionateanditconvincedmethatIwasn't

makinganystupidmistakes.Mytrustwasintherightplace.

ProfessorMatthewsbrokeawayandgatheredourclothing.
"Excellent,"hesaid,hisvoicesoundingallbusinessagain."Judgingbythetime,I

thinkyoushouldgrababitetoeatandthenhome."

"Hmm?You'regettingridofme?"Iaskedwithsurprise.
"Yourthesisisdueinthemorning."
Shit!HowdidIforgetaboutthat?
"Ms.Hudson,youarebrilliantenoughthatIdon'tneedtoplayfavoriteswithyou.I

willgradeyoujustlikeanyotherstudent,"hesaidbeforeleaningclosertome.His
voiceloweredtoawhisper,hisbreathgoingpastmyear."JustbecauseIloveyouand
wantyoutobethemotherofmychildren,don'tthinkyou'regettingspecial

treatment."

Hekissedmegentlyonmyforeheadandpulledmecloseagainsthim,wrappinghis

armsaroundme.Imeltedagainsthimhappytogettheanswersandfindoutwefelt
thesamewayabouteachother.

Inodded."No,ofcoursenot,ProfessorMatthews."
"We'lltalkmoretomorrow,"hesaid.

CHAPTERNINE

ThreeMonthsLater

"Thisiswhywecometolearn.Wedoittobetterprepareourselvestohelptheworld.
Tohelpcreateabettertomorrow,"IsaidintothemicrophoneasIlookedoutatthe
crowdedfield.

Thecrowd,madeupoffaculty,studentsandtheirfamilies,cheeredwildlyatmy

words.Ihaddoneit.Igraduatedwithhighesthonors--SummaCumLaude.Mythesis
receivedanearperfectgrade,cementingthehonorandmakingallmysacrificesfor
schoolworthwhile.Bestofall,Ididn'tthinkProfessorMatthewsshowedmeany
favoritism.

Asthecrowdcheered,Itookonelastlookatthefamiliarfaces.IspottedSamantha

Fieldsinthefirstrow,smilinggenuinelyatme.Onceourcompetitionwasover,there
wasn'tanyreasonforustonotbefriends.

Steppingawayfromthepodium,Icouldn'tstopbeaming.Myprofessorswerelined

uponstagewithmeandIshookhandswitheachofthemasItriedtomakemywayoff
thestage.

"Haveyouthoughtanymoreaboutmedicalschool?"ProfessorJonesasked.
"No,Ihaven'tdecidedyet."
MylifehadchangedsomuchoverthelastfewmonthsthatIwastakingthingseasy.

Ihadplentyoftimetodecidewhatmynextmovewasgoingtobe.

Iquicklywalkedawaybeforeanyofmyotherinstructorsdecidedtochat.Afterall,

therewasonlyoneprofessorIreallywantedtosee.

ProfessorMarkMatthewswaswaitingformeacrossthelawn,nexttoBrightonHall.

Hisarmswerecrossedoverhischestandhelookedatmewithaproudsmileonhis
face.

"Thatwasawonderfulspeech,"hesaid."Icouldn'thavewrittenabetterone

myself."

"Thankyou,"Isaidasawarmblushcoloredmycheeks.
Hewasstandingneartheopenclassroomwherenotsolongagomyentirelife

changed.Wrappinghisarmaroundmywaist,hepulledmeinforakiss.Ikickedthe

doorclosedbeforehepinnedmeagainstit.

God,hehadthelibidoofateenagereventhoughhewaspushingforty.Ilovedit.
ThegraduationgownIwaswearingwasquicklytossedovermyhead,thenmy

blousewasunbuttoned,andmyskirthikedup.Myclothesgotinthewayofwhathe
reallywanted.Hishandsweregoingdownmyback,circlingmybodybeforethey
fondledmytendernipples.Hispalmsettledonwhatthegownwasverygoodathiding
–mygrowingbelly.

"Howisitpossiblethatyougetevenmorebeautifulbytheday?"heasked.
"Thisisallyourfaultyouknow,"Iteased.
"It'sablameI'llgladlytake."
Hisfingersslidintomypantiesandfoundmyclit.Aspikeofpleasureshotthrough

mybodyasheslowlyrubbedit.Imoanedsoftly,helplesstohimwheneverhedid
thingslikethis.HepushedmypantiesdownmylegsasIblindlyreachedforhisbelt
withmylefthand.

ThediamondengagementringMarkgavemetwomonthsagoglittered.Everything

hadmovedsofastinthepastthreemonths,butitfeltright.Itwasright.

"Iloveyou,"hewhisperedintomyearbeforekissingmyneck.
"Iloveyoutoo,Professor,"Isaid,giggling.
"OoohIlikethat.Savethatforwhenwe'reathome."

EPILOGUE

FourYearsLater

IglancedatmywatchandcursedsilentlyasIrandownthehall.Myflatsskidded
againstthefloorasIstoppedinfrontofProfessorMatthews'officedoor.ThelastthingI
wantedwastobelateforofficehours.

Takingadeepbreath,Ismootheddownmyhairbeforeknockingonthedoorwhich

openedrightaway.ProfessorMatthewslookeddownhisnoseatmeasheshookhis
head.Hewaslookingreallyhotinabuttoned-downshirtthatmatchthelightbluecolor
ofhiseyes.Hisshirtwasunbuttonedalittlemorethanusual,makingithardtofocus
onthelookofdisappointmentthatcoveredhisface.

"Tsk,tsk,tsk,"hesaid."Youreallyhaveaproblemwithauthority,don'tyou?"
"What?No!OfcourseIdon't,"IsaidasIenteredhisofficeandpushedthedoor

closedbehindme.

"Alright,Sarah.Thentellmewhyyou'relate?"
"I'mnotlate,"IsaidasIpointedtomywatch.
"Don'targuewithme.Doyoureallythinkthat'showyou'regoingtogethelpwith

yourfinalproject?"

Hewalkedbehindawideantiquedeskandsatinhischair.Thestubbleonhischin

wasalittledarkerthanmymemoryofitwhenwefirstgottogetherfouryearsago,but
nothingelseabouthimhadchanged.

"Butyouknowthat'swhyI'mhere,Professor.Ineedyourhelp,"Isaid.
"Thencomeoverhere,"hesaid,hisvoicehusky."Maybeyoushouldstayfor

detention."

Detention?Ithought.
Islowlycrossedtheroomtowardshisdesk.HiseyesflashedatmeandIknewhe

wantedmecloser.ItracedthetopofhisdeskwithmyfingertipsasIwalkedbesideit.

AssoonasIwaswithinarm'sreachhepulledmetowardshim,andcaughtmeinhis

arms.Hislipscloseddownonmineashekissedmehungrily.Iwrappedmyarms
aroundhisshouldersasIfellintohim.

ThesoundofthedoorknobunlatchingstartledmeandIjumpedupfromMark'slap.

Inthedoorwaystoodourdaughter,Elizabeth,withherfavoritestuffedpenguin.She
wasyawningandrubbingherlightblueeyes.

"Mommy,yousaidyouwouldsleepinmybedtonight,"shesaid."Iwokeupand

youweren'tthere."

MarkpattedmyassasIwalkedovertooursleepychild.Ikneeledtogettoherlevel

andpushedherlonglightbrownhairawayfromherface.

"IwasjustcheckingonDaddy,"Isaid."Iknowyou'renotusedtohavingabiggirl

bedyet."

Ignoringme,shelookedoveratMarkasherbrowwrinkled."What'sdetention?"she

asked.

Mark'seyeswidened.Heopenedhismouthtospeak,butnothingcameout.I

wantedtolaughathisembarrassment,butIknewitwouldjustkeepElizabethupeven
later.

"Detentionislikeatimeoutthathappensinschool,"Isaid.
IcouldseeElizabeth'sbrainworkingwhileshethoughtaboutwhatIsaid.
"ButIheardDaddysayyouhadtostayfordetention.Why?"sheasked.
"That'sagoodquestion,sweetie."IlookedupatMarkandtiltedmyheadtotheside.

"So,whydidyousaythat?"

"Becauseyouwerenaughty.I…uhImean,"hestammered,"Ithoughtwecouldtry

somethingnew."Hecoveredhisface,realizingwhathesaidbeforeblinkingat
Elizabethwhowasnodding.

"Mommywasnaughty,"shesaidwithconviction."Shewassupposedtostayinbed

withme."

"No,no,Iwasn'tnaughty.Iwasexactlyontime,"IsaidasmyeyesmetMark's.I

triedtoholdbackmylaughterasIsteeredElizabethtowardsthedoor."Daddy'sjust
beingsilly."Ibitmyliptostopagigglefromescaping.

"Isthattrue,Daddy?BecauseMommypromisedshe'dsleepinmybedtonightand

shewasn'tthere.Sheneedsadetention,"shesaidwithabigyawnasshefinallyturned
toleavetheroom.

"Mommy'sright.Iwasjustbeingsilly,"Marksaid."Sweetdreams,honey."
AsIstartedtoclosethedoorbehindElizabethandI,Marktookthedoorfromme

andgavemeacrookedsmile.

"Goaheadtoyourroom,sweetie,"IsaidtoElizabeth."I'llberightthere."
Iwatchedhercontinuedownthehalltowardsherbedroom.Shewasn'tadjustingto

hernewbedverywellandIwashopingmyspendingthenightwithherwouldmakeit
better.

"Detentioninanhour?"hewhisperedashewaggledhiseyebrows.
"Yes,butIneedtoworkonmydissertationlater."
"Iknow,I'msoproudofyou.Soonyou'llbeProfessorMatthews,too."Hewrapped

myhairaroundhisfingersashepulledmeinforanotherkiss."Iknowhowimportant
itistoyou.Detentioncanwaitforanothertime."

"It'llonlywaitthirtyminutes,"IsaidasIstooduponmytiptoesandgavehim

anotherkiss."I'llbebackassoonasshe'sout."

"Iloveyou,ProfessorMatthews,"hesaidasIturnedtowalkdownthehall.
"Iloveyoumore,ProfessorMatthews,"Isaidbeforeblowinghimakiss.

Heclearedhisthroatbeforespeaking,hisvoicestern."Remember,don'tbelate."
Ashedisappearedintohisoffice,Icouldn'thelpbutsmile.Lifewithmyhusband

anddaughterwasmoreperfectthanIcouldeverimagine.

TheEnd

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STEPBROTHER’SBABY.

ABOUTSTEPBROTHER’SBABY

ouoweme,sonowyou'remine."

There'sonlyonepersonwhocanhelpme,buthe'sthelastoneIwanttocall--my
stepbrotherConnorMatthews.Sure,he'ssohotIwanttobitehimtofindouthowgood
hetastes,buthe'salwaysbeensuchapricktome.CallinghimmeansthatI'mgoingto
owehimbig,butIdon'thaveanotherchoice.

Thissexyshortstorycontainsinstaloveandastepbrotherwithonlyonethingonhis
mind.

STEPBROTHER’SBABY

ittinginapolicestationatoneinthemorningwasn'tmyideaofagoodtime.The
benchwashardandcoldandthepaletilefloordidn’tlookanymorecomforting.

Above,aflorescentlampbuzzedannoyinglyfillingthecellwithasoberingclinicallight.

Dressedinmyafterworkclothesofpurplesweatpantsandawhitebabydolltee,I

wishedIwaswearingsomethingelse,oratleastabraforcrissakes.Ididn’tdresslike
thisnormally,butafteranightofdrunksspillingtheirdrinks,Ialwayschangedbefore
headinghome.Myafterworkclotheswerealsomycollapseintobedclothes.Ididn’t
thinkI’drunintoanyonedressedlikethat.

Whycouldn’tIbeluckyenoughtowearsomethingthatwouldmakethecopslisten

andtakemeseriously?

Attwenty-three,Ididn'townanythingseriouslikethatthough.AndIdidn’thave

themoneytostartbuyingclotheslikethateither.Itdidn’tmatterthough.EvenifIhad
seriousclothingonI'dstillhavemymakeupandhairdonelikeastripper.Copsdidn't
takestrippersseriously.Itdidn’tmatterthatIwasn’tadancer,Iwasguiltyby
association.

Adooropeneddownthehallandthesoftshuffleofshoesonthetilefloorgrew

louderuntiltheirownerwasstandingontheothersideofthebars.Detective
Lowensteinwasdressedinbrownslacksandatanbuttonshirt,makinghimlooklikea
walkingMr.PotatoHead.Hewheezedwhileunlockingthedoorthatseparatedus.

"You'reentitledtoonephonecall,"hesaidgruffly."Makeitcount."
"ButIdidn'tevendoanything,"Isaid,immediatelyhatingthewhineinmyvoice.

"It'sallamistake."

"IfIhadanickelforeverytimeIheardthat,sweetheart.I'mtellingya,I'dberich."
Hebroughtmeovertohisdeskwhereearlierhetookallmyinformationdownand

tookmyfingerprints.Heroughlyspunthedirty,greytelephonetowardsmeand
slammeditdown.AsIlookedatthephone,mymindwentblank.WhocouldIcall?

Mymotherandstepfatherwereawayfortheweekend.Itwasbadenoughthey

alreadythoughtIwasafuckup.Thissituationwasn'tgoingtochangetheirmindabout
that.Chewingmybottomlip,Ipickedupthereceiverwiththetipsofmyfingers,not
wantingtotouchthesmellyphonetoomuch.TherewasonlyonepersonIknewwho
mighthelpmeoutofthismess,mystepbrother.

"Hello?"Connorsaidashegroggilyansweredthephone.

"Ummheythere,bro,itsApril,"Isaid,tryingtosoundcoolwhileInervouslytwisted

mydarkhairaroundmyfingers.

"April?Areyoufuckingkiddingme?Doyouhaveanyideawhattimeitis?Where

areyourparents?"

"OfcourseIknowwhattimeitis.I’mnotstupid,youknow.Andthey'reaway,

remember?Ijust...Ineedhelp,okay?"

"Help?Attwointhemorning?Thisbetterbegood."
Lookingup,myeyesmetDetectivePotatoHead'sandIwonderedhowlongthey

wouldkeepmethereifnoonecameforme.MaybeIcouldstickitoutandnoone
wouldhaveanyideathatresidentfuckupAprilTaylorwasinjail.

Asmyfingercameclosertothephone'sbasewithplanstohanguponConnor,a

druggedoutprostitutewasdraggedintothebuildingandtossedintothecellIwasjust
in.Thatplacewascrampedenoughwhenitwasjustme.

"I'minjailandIneedyoutobailmeout,"Iblurtedout.Therewassilenceonthe

otherendandImovedthereceiveroffmyearandlookedatitforamoment
wonderingifhehungup."Connor?"

"FuckApril,whatdidyoudonow?I'veneverheardofanineteenyearoldgetting

intosomuchtroublebefore."

"Ilockedmykeysinmycar."
"That’sbullshit.Theycan'tarrestyouforthat."
"Welltheydid.There'sbeencomplaintsaboutbreak-insattheclubandwhenthey

foundmetryingtobreakintomycar,theyhauledmeaway.Theywouldn'tlisten."

DetectivePotatoHeadsnortedandrolledhiseyesasheleanedbackinhiscreaky

chair.Hedidn'tbelieveme,noneofthembelievedme.Alleveryoneeverthoughtof
mewasthatIwasjustanotherfuckedupstripper.

"WhatcanIdo?"
"Theyimpoundedmycarandwouldn'tevenruntheplatestoseeit'sregisteredto

me.Ineedyoutogohomeandgetmytitleandmysparesetofkeys."

"I'llbethereassoonasIcan."

IsteppedoutofmycarasConnorheadedupthewalktothehouse.Iwasparkedinthe
drivewaywhileConnor’scarwasatthecurbafterfollowingmehome.Thefrontporch
lightwason,butotherwisetheneighborhoodwasdark.

"Thanksforsavingmyass,"Isaid.
ThecopsletmegoafterConnorshowedupwithtitle.Whentheybalked,hepointed

tomykeysbeinglockedinthecar’signition.Theydidn'tseemliketheywantedtolet
mego,butConnormadeitcleartheyhadnochoice.Itwashotwatchingmy
stepbrothergetallalphawiththecops.Andwhenhetoldmehewasgoingtofollowme
hometomakesureIgottheresafely,Ipracticallyswooned.

"Let'sgointhehouse,"hesaid.
AsIfollowedConnorintothebrickcolonialhouseIgrewupin,Icouldn'thelpbut

checkhimout.ItwasahabitIgotintobackinhighschoolwhenhewasthecaptainof
thelacrosseteamandIwasatheatergeek.

Backthenhewasn'tmybrothersoitwasok.Iwasjustanotherlowlyfreshmanwho

thoughtseniorConnorMatthewswasahottie.Whenmymothermarriedhisfatherlast
year,IinitiallythoughtitwasgreatbecauseI’dgettoseehimmore,butIhadtoputall
myfantasiesabouthimonhold.Hemadeitobvioushecouldn’tstandmeanyway.

NowConnorwasjustmystepbrother.Mytall,muscular,sexybrotherwithbrown

shorthairthatstoodupjustrightatthetopandbeggedformetorunmyfingers
through.Mybrotherwithhisassfittingsoperfectlyinthosejeans,Iwantedtobitehim
tofindoutifhewasastastyashelooked.

Asweenteredthehouse,wewenttothefamilyroomwhereheturnedonthelights

andopenedhisdad'swoodenliquorcabinet.Hepulledoutanopenbottleofscotchand
acoupleofglasses.Holdingaglassuptome,Ishookmyhead,andpointedtoabottle
ofwater.

"Youoweme,"hesaidgrufflyashepouredacoupleoffingersofscotchintoaglass.

"I'msurprisedyoudidn'tcallyourmom."

"Noway,areyoukiddingme?That'sallIneed.They'dhavetocomehomeearly

fromtheirtrip.Orworse,they'dleavemetheretolearnmylesson,"Isaid."Iknow
everyonethinksI'mafuckup,butI'mreallynot.Ionlyworkattheclubbecausethey
paytheirbartenderssowell.AndthemoreIlooklikeastripper,thebettertipsIget.
WhatelseamIsupposedtodotopayforschool?Ican'thelpitifIdostupidthingslike
forgetmykeysinthecar."

"You'renothingbuttrouble,"hesaidaftertakingasip.
Hegavemeacrookedsmileashesatinhisdad'seasychair.Icouldn'thelpbut

wonderifhewasflirtingwithme.Couldhebe?Noway.

"Whatever.Justpleasedon'ttellthemwhathappened.They'llkillme."
"Iknow,"hesaid,"that'swhyIsaidyouoweme."
Connor’sgreeneyesdarkenedashesatbackinthechairandeyedmeupanddown.

Ifhewasanyotherguy,Iwouldthinkhewantedsex,butConnorneverseemed
anythingbutannoyedbymebefore.

HiseyesfollowedmeasIgrabbedacoldbottleofwaterfromthebar.Ifeltalittle

selfconsciousandinsecurewithhisstaringatmesoIfoldedmyarmsovermychest,
tryingtocoverup.ForthesecondtimethatnightIwishedIwaswearingsomething
else.

Thehousewastooquiet.Istoodupandturnedonthejukeboxandchosehis

favoriteCDbytheFooFighters.Hiseyesdidn'tleavemeandtherealizationthathe
twicesaidIowedhim,slowlydawnedonme.

Whatdidhewant?
"SowhatdoIoweyou,bigbrother?"Iasked.
Helaughed."I'mnotyourbrother.We'veneverevenlivedtogether.Hell,wewere

bothadultsbythetimeourparentsgotmarried."

"Yourpoint?"
"Justthatwe'renotreallybrotherandsister."
Herubbedhisbeardedchinwithhishandashiseyeslookedmeoveragain.
"Andwhatyou'rethinkingofaspaymentwouldbebadifwewere?"Iasked.
Grinningatme,hisfoottappingtothemusichenoddedhisheadatmeslowly.
"I'vealwayswantedtoseeyoudance,"hesaid."Whenmybuddiesheardyouwerea

dancertheywantedtoseeyou,butIwouldn'tletthem."

"ButI’mnotadancer."
"Wheneversomeonehearsyouworkatthatclub,that'salltheythink.Itdidn't

matterthough,therewasnofuckingwayI'dletanyofthoseguysgetnearyou."

"Whynot?"
"Becauseyou'remine."
"Yours?"Iasked."Asinyoursister?"
"No,"hesaid,grinning."Ialreadytoldyouwe'renotreallyrelated.Mineasinyou

belongtome."

Myeyeswidenedwithsurprise.
"Ibelongtoyou?ButIthoughtyouhatedme."
"Doyouhaveanyideahowharditisformetovisitmydadandseeyoustrutting

aroundlookingallsexy?"

"Idon'tstrut.AndIamnotsexy."
"Youhavenofuckingideahowhotyouare.Nowshutupandlistentome,"hesaid.

"I'vewantedtofuckyousinceyouwerestandingacrossfrommeatCityHallinthat
ridiculouspinkdressyourmothermadeyouwear.WhydoyouthinkIdon'tvisit
much?Justthinkingaboutyougetsmehard."

"Really?"
"It'snotlikeourparentswouldunderstand.Soyeah,maybeI'veactedlikeadickat

times,butonlybecauseIwastryingtoignorehowmuchIwantyou."

"Andnow?"
"Well,youoweme,"hesaidwithamischievouslook.
"Sothat'sit?"Iasked.
Takinganothersipofhisscotch,henodded.
"Howaboutyoudanceforme?Iknowit'snotwhatyoudo,butpretendI'ma

customer,"hesaid.

Istaredathimforamomentwonderingifhewasbullshittingmeorifhereallydid

wantmetodanceforhim.Wasthatit?Woulddancingforhimsettlemydebt?Ihadto
admitthatafterhearinghewantedtofuckme,Iwashopingforthat.

Idimmedthelightsintheroomandturnedthemusicuplouderasthenextsong

started.Swayingmyhipstothemusic,IshookmyhairlikeIhadseenthegirlsinthe
clubdoamilliontimes.

Hesethisglassdownonanendtableandplacedhishandsonthearmsofthechair.

Imadeitmymissiontomakehimmovethem.Hecouldpretendwewereinaclubif
hewanted,butIwantedhishandsonme.

Withmyhandsonhisknees,Ipushedthemapartandstoodbetweenhislegsasmy

handsranuphisthighsandoverthezipperedbulgeofhisjeans.Iwaitedtoseeifhe
wouldstopme.Ifeltlikeitwasadreamcometrue.NeverinamillionyearsdidIever
thinkConnorMatthewswouldthinkIwassexy.AndIneverthoughtI'devergettosee
hisdick.

Withmyeyesonhis,Iunbuttonedandunzippedhisjeanswherehislargecockwas

waitingformetoreleaseitfromtheconfinesofhispants.Rememberinghewasasleep
whenIcalledhimfromthepolicestation,Icouldn'thelpbutimaginehimsleeping
nakedanditturnedmeonevenmore.

Turningaround,IleanedbackagainsthischestasIrubbedmyassoverhiserection.

HishandsclutchedontothearmsofthechairandIknewIhadtodomore.

AsIstood,Iloweredmysweatpantsslowly,revealingmypinkthong.Iheardhim

letoutalongbreathasIkickedmypantsoff.IwassowetIwassurehesawthewet
spotonmypantiesasIbentover.Buthestilldidn'ttouchme.

TherewassomethingaboutknowinghowmuchIwasturninghimonthatmademe

brave.Ihadneverdoneanythinglikethisbefore.ThefewguysIhaddatedthoughtI
wasaprude.ButbeingtherewithConnor,mademefeelwild.Icouldn'tbelievehow
muchnotgettingtouchedcouldturnmeon.

Turningtofacehimagain,IpulledmyshirtupslowlyknowingIwasn'twearinga

braunderneath.Myerectnippleswerealreadypushinghardagainstthefabricofmy
shirt.LiftingmyshirtovermybreastsIletmybreastsbounceasIreleasedthemfrom
thetightshirt.

Slidingmyfingersovermybreasts,ItuggedatmynipplesasIbitmylip.Ihopedhe

wouldtakethehintandjumpme,butstillnoluck.Hishandsdidn'tbudge.

"Aren'tyougoingtotouchme?"IsaidasIpouted.
"I'mnotsupposedto.Notouchingthedancers,"hesaidwithalaugh.
"Wellthedancersaren'tsupposedtobenakedeither,"Isaid,feelingbraveenough

toremovemythong.

Icouldn'thelpmyself,Ilikedachallenge.Andhearinghowhefeltaboutmeand

seeingmyeffectonhim,mademedothingsIwouldn'tdreamofdoing.

Ikneeledinfrontofhimandslowlyslidmybodyoverhishardcock,feelingitthrob

betweenmybreastsbeforemovingmybodyupfurther.

"You'rebeautiful,"hewhispered.
"Butyoustillwon'ttouchme,"Isaid,noticinghishandsstillhadn'tmoved.
IunbuttonedhisshirtquicklyandtouchedhismuscularchestlikeIalways

dreamedabout.IgrinnedathimasIslowlymovedmyhandoverhisfleshyknob.

"Youdon'tknowwhatyou'reaskingfor,"hesaid."Remember,youoweme.WhatI

saygoes."

"Thenwhatdoyouwantmetodo?"Iasked,uncertain.
Hetappedthearmofthechair."Putyourleguphereandshowmethatprettypussy

ofyours."

AsIliftedoneofmylegsoverthearmofthechair,hishandslidupmythigh.
"You'reassoftasIimagined,"hesaid.
Hishandsgrippedmyhipstightly,thentracedmycurves,carefultonottouchme

whereIreallywantedhimto.MybodyachedforhimasIwaitedforhimtotellme
whathewantedmetodonext.

"Showmehowwetyouare,"hesaid.
"Whatdoyoumean?"Iasked,feelingstupid.
"Iknowyou'vethoughtaboutmebefore.Showmehowyouplaywithyourself

whenyou'rethinkingaboutme."

Ihesitatedforamoment,buthiseyesweredemanding.Iwantedhimsobadly,I

waswillingtodowhateverhesaid.

Islippedmyfingersdowntomyhotpussy,easilydippingafingerinsidemy

wetness.IgaspedasImoveditslowlyinandoutofme,mynipplesknottingtightly,
fromhiswatchingme,beforewavingmyfingerstoshowhimhowwetIwas.

"Seehowwetyoumademe?Andthat'swithouttouchingme.You'retorturingme,

youknow,"Isaid,breathless.

"I'llbethejudgeofthat,"hesaid.
Withhishandonmyhip,heloweredmybodytojustoverhiscock,positioning

himselfatmyentrance.Imoanedquietlyashemoistenedhistip,teasingmypussy,
thenusedhisknobtorubmyclit.Itfeltsogoodmyhipsmovedontheirown,mybody
alreadyontheedgeofclimax.

HemovedmyhandtograsphisdickandasIheldit,myhipsstillmoving,Iclosed

myeyes.AsImoanedsoftly,Connor'sstronghandssqueezedmybreasts.

Ashishandsmovedovermyboobs,mypussybecamewetter.Ikeptstrokinghis

headagainstmyclitashisthumbsbrushedovermyhardnipplesandthenpinched
themhard.Gasping,mybodythrobbedmore.

Leaningforwardheflickedhistongueoveroneofmyachingnipplesthenturnedto

theother.Ashismouthclosedoverit,Isighedfeelingreliefandslidhistipinsideme
thenquicklyout.Heshookhisheadandmouthedthewordtroubleatmebeforebiting
myothernipple,makingmejump.

"Turnaround,"hesaid.
Ididn'twanttostoprubbingmyclit,theorgasmbuildinginsidemewasintenseand

everypartofmybodytingled.Buthisvoicehadsuchpowerandcommandtoit,thatI
couldn'thelpbutobey.Itookmylegoffthechairandturnedaround.

ImmediatelyIfeltasharpslaponmyassanditheightenedthethrobbinginsideme

evenmore.HesqueezedmyassthenIfelthisthickfingersslidebetweenmycheeks,
andcirclemywetentrance.

"Oh,Connor,"Isaidgasping.
"I'vewantedyoursweetpussyforsolong.Tellme,isthismine?"
"Yes,"Imoaned.
OneofhisfingersenteredmeandIspreadmylegswantingtofeelhimdeeper.He

pulleditoutandwiggledhishotwetfingerovermyswollenclit.

"Ohyes,"Isaid.
"Leanbackagainstme,"hecommanded.
Ileanedagainsthimwithmybacktohischestandheliftedmylegsandspread

themsotheywereoverhis.Mybodywasopenandexposedtohim,pulsatingandwet
becauseofhim.Imovedmyfingersovermythighandtomyachingpussy,needing
release.

"No.NotuntilIsay.I'mthebigbrotherhereremember?I'mincharge."
Inodded,likingthisdemandingConnorandhowkinkyhewascallinghimselfmy

brother.

Istraightenedoutmylegsandleanedforwardjustenoughtomakemyassgently

brushhischest.Unexpectedly,hesmackedmybutthard.

"Hey!Thathurt,"Isaid.
"Ididn'ttellyoutodothat,didI?"
Ishookmyhead.
"Gotoyourroom,"hesaid.
Istaredathimblankly.
"Areyouserious?"Iasked.

"Youdon'tknowwhatyou'regettinginto,"hesaid.
Hestoodupandzippeduphisjeansandpickeduphisdrinklikenothinghad

happened.IfeltsoembarrassedIjustwantedtogetawayfromhim.

Iranupthestairstomyroommyfaceflushwithangerandconfusion.Howdarehe

dothattome.AsIopenedadrawertograbat-shirt,Connorappearedinmydoorway.

"Whatdoyouwant?"Iaskedangrily.
Hesteppedintotheroomandquicklycrossedovertome.Cuppingmyfacewithhis

hands,oureyesmetbeforehismouthclosedovermine.Ashiskissdeepened,Ipulled
himclosertome,feelinghisstrongbodyagainstmine.

Connorliftedmeupandcarriedmetothebed.Aswekissed,heunbuttonedhis

jeansandIhelpedpushthemoff.Hepulledmecloseashelaidonthebedandlifted
mylegtohiship.

"Areyouonthepill?"heasked.
"Yes,"Iwhispered.
Tiltinghiships,hethrustedhiscockinsideme.Mybodyansweredeachpumpofhis

hips.MybodytingledwithexcitementandIclutchedathisstrongshouldersashe
liftedmylegsupfurtherandmoveddeeperinsideme.

Asmybodybegantoquiver,herolledontohisbackandpulledmeontopofhim.

Withhishandsgrippingmyass,hedrovehiscockintome,untilheslowedandmoved
hipssomyclitrubbedagainsthisshaftbeforeheslippedintomeagain.

IclosedmyeyesasImoaned,thenfelthisfingersrubbingagainstmyswollenclit.

Mybreathingcameunsteadilyandtheroombegantospin.

"Oh,God,I'mgoingtocum,"Igasped.
Asmyorgasmconsumedme,hegroanedandthrustedhardintome.Hiscock

releasedintomeasmypussythrobbedaroundhim.

Heheldmeclose,strokingmyhair,andkissedmyforeheadbeforehegotup.When

hecamebackhehandedmeawarmwashcloth.

"Takecareofthatpussy,"hesaidwithasmile."Rememberit'smine."

HourslaterIwokeandfoundmyselfalone.Ipulledonanoversizedt-shirtandapairof
sexypantiesandwentdownstairshopingthatConnorwasstillthere.Thesunwas
risingasImademywaybacktothefamilyroomwhereConnorandIwereearlier.
Throughtheglassdoorsinthebackyard,IsawConnor.Hewasseatedonacushioned
chairlookingatthesurroundingtrees.

AsIslidtheglassdooropen,heturnedtowardsmeandsmiledashiseyesslowly

traveleddownmybody,thenbackupagain.

"Weneedtotalk,"hesaid.
"Sure,whatabout?"
"Youoweme,remember?"hesaidwithagrin.
"ButIthoughtlastnight..."
"No,thatwasjustfun.That'snotwhatIwant,butIhopetodothatagain."
HesmiledandIwalkedontheflagstonepatioovertohim.Thesunwasbeginningto

peekthroughthethicktreessurroundingtheproperty,castingasoftorangeglow
againstthewindowsofthehouse.

"I'vebeendoingalotofthinkinglately,"hesaid.
"I'vebeendoingalotofthinkingtoo,"IsaidasIstoodinfrontofhim."Didyou

reallymeanthosethingsyousaidlastnight?"

"YouhavenoideahowmanytimesI'vethoughtabouthowsexyyou'dlooknaked,"

hesaid,hisvoicehuskyashemovedtotheedgeofhisseat."Myimaginationdidn'tdo
youjusticethough."

Hepulledmetowardshim,hishandshotthroughthethinfabricofmyt-shirt.After

kissingmychinsoftly,hislipsmovedtomyneckwherehesuckedandkissedasmy
corestartedthrobbing.

Standingtothesideofhislongoutstretchedlegs,Icouldn'thelpbutthinkabouthow

badlyIwantedtoseewhatwashiddeninhispantsagain.Ireachedforthefrontofhis
jeans,myfingersslidingoverthematerialfeelinghishardenedmemberunderneath.

Imadequickworkofopeninghispants.FeelinglikeakidatChristmas,Ibitmylip

asIunwrappedhislargememberfromtheconfinesofhisjeans.Connor'sfingers
wrappedaroundtheedgeofmyshirt.

"No,notyet,"Isaidasmyfingersmovedoverhisstiffmanhood.
ConnorleanedbackintothechairasIwrappedmyhandaroundhimandslowly

strokedupandoverhismeatyhead,alittlewetwithpre-cum.NeedingtotastehimI
loweredmymouthandranmytonguealonghisshaft,repeatingthejourneymyhand
hadbeenon.

AsIreachedthetip,Iflickedmytongueovertheopening,tastingasaltysweetdrop

beforeslidinghimintomymouth.Connorgroanedanddughisfingersintomyfleshy
hips.Findingthebowsthattiedmypantieson,hepulledatthembothandletmy
pantiesdroptotheground.

Bentoverwithmylegsspreadandnopantieson,IfeltmorenakedthanIdidlast

night.Islowlyloweredmymouthfurtherdownhim,hiscockfillingmymouthasIfelt
hishandfollowthecurveofmyassdownashisthickfingersnearedmyslickfolds.

IslidhimoutofmymouthagainandlookedupatConnorasIteasedhisheadwith

mytongue.Hisfingertipsslidovermywetnessthenbetweenmylowerlips.Ihada
hardtimefocusingonwhatIwasdoingwhentwoofhisfingersgrazedmyclit,causing
metojumpslightly.

Icouldn'thelpit.Mynerveswererawandsensitiveafterallhisteasinglastnight.

Nowmybodytingledandthrobbedevenmorewithheightenedsensitivity.Helifted
mychinandpulledmeclosertostraddledhim,placingmykneesonthechaironeither
sideofhiships.

"Areyousore?"heasked.
Inodded."Alittle."
"ThenjustthistimeI'llletyoubeincharge."
Givingmehiscrooked,mischievoussmile,heslippedhishandsundermyt-shirt

andcaressedmyhipsasIpositionedmyselfoverhisrod.AsIpressedhistiptomy
entrance,Ihadtocontrolmyself.Iwantedtofeelhiminsidemesobadlyagain.

GaspingasIslowlyloweredmyselfontohisthickcock,mycorebeganthrobbing

intensely,pulsingupmyspine.Connorplacedhishandsfirmlyonmyhips.

Wemovedslowlyatfirst.Enjoyingthefeelofeachother'sbodies.Ileaneddownto

kisshimandourtongueshungrilyexploredeachother'smouthsashishandstook

overthepaceofmyhips.

Thrustingfaster,hisfingersdiggingpleasurablyintomyskin,Irippedopenhisshirt.

AsIpushedhisshirtdownpasthisstrongshoulders,Ikissedthemusclethatflexedas
hishandspulledmybodyontohim.

Shiftingmybodyalittle,hiscockbeganstrokingmyg-spot,sendingshiversupmy

spine.AsIletoutasoftmoan,Connorsloweddownlettingthethrobbingsensationin
mypussybuild.

Heliftedmyshirtoffmeandtosseditontotheground.Thehekissedalongmy

shouldersanddowntomybreasts.Hiswarmtonguepassedovermynipples,drawing
circles,beforeheblewcoolairontothem.Thecombinationofhimandthechilly
morningairmadethemevenharder.Isighedwithpleasureasherelievedthemby
suckingslowly.

Mybodytrembledasthepressureinmereacheditsclimax.Gaspingforbreath,I

clutchedtightlyontoConnorasmyhipsthrustontohimacouplemoretimesbeforeI
letgoandfeltgoosebumpsrunupmybackandintomyhair.

Feelingmybodytrembleandtightenaroundhim,Connorletoutagrowlbefore

eruptinginsideme.Withmybodyspent,heslidmyhipsbackandforthashecame.I
feltsosensitivethere,butitfeltsogoodIdidn'twanthimtostop.Bitinghisshoulder,I
waitedforthetinglingsensationtoslowbeforeIcollapsedagainsthim,bothofusout
ofbreath.

ConnorstrokedmybacksoftlyasIlaidontopofhimwiththesunrisinginthe

distance.

"You'reagorgeouswoman,April.Iknowyouthinkeveryonethinksyou'reafuck

up,butIneverthoughtthat.Ialwaysknewyouweremorecomplexthanpeoplegave
youcreditfor.Ijustcouldn'tsayanythingbeforebecauseyou'remystepsister.Ididn't
knowwhatyou'dthink,butwheneverIsawyouIthoughtaboutthethingsIwantedto
dotoyou."

Bloodrushedtomycheeks,makingthemburnasIimaginedtheotherthingshe

coulddotome.BeingwithConnorwasdifferentthananyothermanIhadbeenwith.
ThewayhelookedatmeIthoughthewasgoingtodevourme.Ineededhimtoravage
me.Iwantedhimtodowhateverhewantedwithme.

Asourlipsmetonceagain,Connorstoodupholdingontomewithmylegsnow

wrappedaroundhim.IfelthiscockunderneathmebegintohardenandIgiggled.

Hecarriedmeuptomybedroomandwelaiddownonthebed.Hislipsmovedto

myneckandIshiveredwaitingforwherehewouldgonext.Mybodywasexhausted
butIdidn'twanthimtostop.

AsIlaidonthebed,hespreadmylegsashislipstraveledupmyinnerthigh.His

fingerstouchedmywomanhoodbeforethewarmthofhistongueswirledovermyclit.

IclutchedthepillowovermyheadasIcriedoutwithpleasure.Myhipsmovedin

timewithhismouth,butmymindwasstillthinkingaboutwhatConnorsaidbefore
aboutmyowinghimstill.

WhatdidIowehim?Whatdidhewant?
Ashisfingersthrustedinsideme,heclosedhislipsovermynub.Myorgasmshot

throughmeandleftmybodyvibratingunderhislips.

Iknewwhateverhewanted,whateverIowedhim,Iwaswillingtodoaslongaswe

couldkeephavingsex.

Layinginhisarms,Ilookedupatoureyesmetagain.Hishandsgentlycaressedme,

keepingmymindonsex,butIhadtoknow.

"Connor?Ineedtoknow.WhatdoIoweyou?"
"I'mnotsureyou'rereadyforit,"hesaid.
"YoukeepsayingIoweyouandIdo.Youreallyhelpedmeoutlastnight.Tellme

whatitis."

"LikeIwassayingearlier,I'vebeendoingalotofthinking.Iwantababy."
"Ababy?Iguessthat'snice,butwhatdoesthathavetodowithanything?"
"Iwantonenow.You'llneedtocomeoffthepill."
"Wait,what?"
"Listen,IlookatpeopleandIcan'timagineanythingbetterthanseeingtheworld

throughtheeyesofmyownchild.I'mreadyforthis.IhaveagreatcareerandIdon't
wanttobetoooldwhenIhaveachild.I'vetoldyouhowmyfriendstalkedaboutyou.
Youwouldn'tbelievethenumberoftimesI'vealmostgottenintofightsbecauseofyou.
Lastnightshowsyouhowmuchwebelongtogether."

"Butababy?Don'tyouthinkthat'srushingit?"
"They'retwodifferentthings,April,"hesaid."Iwantababy.AndIwantyou.Ilove

you.Ialwayshave."

Istaredathim,dumbstruck.Somehoweverythingmadesensetome.Iwantedto

sayyes,butIcouldn'tspeak.

"Youdon'thavetoanswermenow.Iknowthisisabigdeal,"hesaid."Justthink

aboutit."

Thephoneringinginthekitchenwokemefromadeepsleep.Imusthavefallenasleep
andIlookedaroundwonderingwhereConnorwas.Pullingonlastnight'ssweatpants,I
rantoanswerthephoneanddiscoveredConnorhadalreadypickeditup.

"HiDad,"hesaidintothephone."No,IwasjustcheckinguponApril.Shehasn't

beenanytroubleatall.Don'tworryaboutanythinghere,justenjoyyourtrip.I'llbea
goodbigbrotherandmakesureAprilbehavesherself.MaybeI'llevenstaythenight."
Hesaidwithacrookedsmileashelookedatme.

IshookmyheadsmilingasIthoughtaboutwhathappenedbetweenus.IfConnor

reallywasgoingtospendthenightI'dnevergetanysleep,butIcouldn'tcareless.It
wasworthit.

Ashehungupthephone,hekissedmyforehead.
"Whatdoyouwanttodotoday?"heasked."It'sSaturday,soyouhavemeforthe

wholeweekend."

"Iwasthinkingaboutwhatyouaskedmeaboutearlier.IknowyousaidIoweyou,

butyoureallydon'tmeanthat,right?"

Helaughed.
"No,I'mnotthatmuchofapsycho.I'mnotgoingtoforceyouintohavingababy.

Buthonestly,Ican'timagineabetterwayoftellingtheworldyou'reminethanhaving
youpregnant."

Iwalkedoutofthekitchenandcamebackwithmybirthcontrolpills.WithConnor

watching,Iopenedthegarbagebinandtossedthepillsin.

"Let'smakeababy,"Isaid.

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