THEPROFESSOR’SFORBIDDEN

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Introduction

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TheProfessor’sForbiddenVirgin

Iglanceupduringalecturetofindherstaringatme.Herlustpalatable,herbodyprimed
fortherightmantoteachherathingortwo,butno…

It’swrong.Forbidden.I’m13yearsolderthanher.

IcouldloseeverythingifIgiveintothedeepdesireIhavetoputheronherknees,bend
herovermydesk,spankhertight,youngass.

Andyet,she’sallIthinkabout.It’salmostbecomeanaughtydaydreamthatconsumes
me.

Shewhispersmynameandbatshereyelashesandteasesthefuckoutofme.Howmuchis
amansupposedtotakebeforehecavesin?

I’matmylimit,andmyforbiddenlittlevirginisabouttolearnalessonnottaughtinthe
classroom.

Becarefulwhatyouwishfor…youjustmightgetit.

I S O B E L

satatthebackoftheclass,watchingProfessorHutsonashepacedbackandforthin
frontoftheclass,talkingaboutthesubconsciousorsomething.Iwasn’treallypaying

attention.HowcouldI,whentheworld’shottestmanwasstandinginfrontofme,spewing
knowledgelikesomesexyApollo.

Andyeah,sohewasmorethanadecadeolderthanIwas.Butthatwaswhatmadehim

soattractive.Nottomentionhisdevilishlygoodlooks.Grayeyesthatweresointenseit
mademymouthwaterandsandyhair,themancarriedhimselfwithpride.Iwaswillingto
guess he was ex-military, too, judging by the way he moved and how meticulously he
arrangedhisoffice.

Whichwasjustfinebyme.Hecouldordermearoundanyday.

IwasaTeacher’sAssistanttoProfessorAlecHutsonwhichmeantIwasluckyenough

to see him a hell of a lot more than all the students taking his classes. He taught New
PsychologyatHonor’slevel.Talkaboutsomeonewhocouldfuckyourmind.Iwishedhe
wouldfuckmybody.

I’d had a thing for him since I’d moved to LA to study full time. I’d done part-time

studiesuntilnow,stayingclosetomybrotherandhisMCclub,workingintheirbikeparts
store.Ithadbeentimeforachange,thoughandhereIwas.

I wasn’t like other students. I didn’t date college guys that got wasted at sorority

parties,rotatedthroughthegirlslikeitwasasportandcouldn’ttellthedifferencebetween
complimentandcomplement.No,thankyou.Ipreferredolderguys.Alwayshad.Itsetme
asidefrommyfriends.IguessthatwaswhyIwasstillavirgin.Mybrother,vicepresident
oftheMCbackhome,wasmucholderthanmeandI’dspenttimearoundoldermenmy
whole life. Maybe that was what had messed me up, gotten me used to men who had
already developed brains compared to the guys around here that had very little on their
mindsotherthanalcoholandgirls.

IwatchedProfessorHutsonpacearound,talkingaboutdaydreamingandsubconscious

desires.Howapt.Iwantedhim.Icouldjustimaginehimtakingmeoverhisdeskinhis
office,oruponthepodium,rightwherehewaslecturingnow.

“Yourdreamsarebornfromyoursubconsciouswantsandneeds,andtheyoftenaffect

yourchoicesinlife,”ProfessorHutsonsaid.“Experiencingsomethinginadreamisjustas
vividasexperiencingitinreallife,andweoftenfindmeaninginourdreamsbasedonour
moralconvictionsandbiases.So,effectively,youarewhatyoudream.”

That concluded the lesson for the day. The class collected their books and bundled

togetheratthedoor,eagertoleave.Istayedbehind,sittingatthebackofthelecturehall.
Professor’seyesfoundmine,andheheldmygazeforamomenttoolongtosuggestwe
werejustworkingcolleaguesorevenfriends.

WasIreadingtoomuchintoit?Maybe.ButProfessordidjustsaythatyouwerewhat

youdreamed,andIdreamedthatIwashischoicedujour.

“You were staring again,” he said when the lecturing hall was finally empty, and I

mademywaydowntothepodiumfromtheseatintheback.

“You’reaProfessor.Yourstudentsareallstaringatyouwhileyouspeak.”

“You’renotmystudent,”hesaid.Hewalkedthroughthedoorintohisofficethatwas

adjacenttothelecturinghall,andIfollowedhimin.

“Yourclassisintriguing,”Isaid.Alecturnedaround,suddenlyveryclosetomeand

my breath hitched in my throat. He was tall and broad, his stance intimidating and
delicious,hisgrayeyeslikeslatewhenhelookeddownatme.Hisbodywassocloseto
mineasighcouldpushustogether,andhisheadwasdipped,mouthclosetomyear.

“Are you sure that’s what it was?” he said, and his voice was a raspy whisper, his

breathhotagainstmyear.

Iswallowed.Iwassuddenlyunhinged.HisfacewassocloseIcouldseethetinyscar

atthecornerofhismouth,thefrecklesthatyoucouldn’tseefromadistance.Hiscologne
wasthickaroundus,anditfueledmylustforhim.God,Iwantedhimsobadly.

I forced my eyes back up to his. I couldn’t keep staring at his mouth, but when I

lookedathim,hiseyeswereonmymouthjustbeforeheflickedhisgazebacktomyeyes.
The atmosphere around us was charged. I could already taste his lips on mine, feel the
burningdesireatmycorethatcamewithit.Heatwashedthroughmeandpooledbetween
mylegs.Iwantedhimtobetheonetotakeme.

“Professor?” a student called from outside in the lecturing hall, and Alec stepped

away.

Dammit!

“Inhere,”Alecsaidandturnedtowardthedoor,forgettingaboutmeentirely.Itooka

deepbreathandletitoutwithashudder.

“I have to get going,” I said, leaving the office. I walked past the student who had

cometoruinmydayandlefthimtoasktheProfessorwhateverhadbeensoimportantthat
he’druinedmychancesofahot-as-hellmakeoutsession.

Igotintomycar–anoldMazdathatDustin,mybrother,hadgiventomewhenI’d

leftforLA–anddrovetotheapartment.

Brandi, my roommate, was still out, so it was just me. I was relieved I was alone. I

dumpedmybaginthecornerbythefrontdoor,foundasodainthefridgeandsippedonit
onthewaytomybedroom.MyheadwasfullofProfessorAlecHutson.Hisscentwasstill
inmynose,andIwashorny.

Iwantedhim.Iwantedhimbadly.Ididn’tmakeitanyeasieronmyselfbystaringat

him,fantasizingabouthimduringhisclasses,butwhatcouldIsay?IimaginedIlikedit
hard.

I put the drink on my nightstand and collapsed on my bed with a sigh. I closed my

eyesandimaginedAlecagain.Iknewhehadagoodbodyunderhisclothes.Hecarried
himself like a man that was used to training. I ran my hands over my own body and
imagined it was Alec caressing my breasts, not me, working his way down my body,
feelingmycurves.Iundidmypantsandpushedmyhandsbetweenmylegs,rubbingmy
thighs,teasingmyself.

Imovedonthebed,buckingmyhipsslowly,sensually.Myfingersfoundmyslit,and

Iwaswet.Irubbedmyfingersincirclesovermyclit,gaspingandmoaning,squirmingon
the bed. I imagined Alec’s mouth on my pussy, his hands wrapped around my thighs. I
imagined him rearing over me, slamming his cock into me. I breathed hard, rubbing
myself harder and faster until the orgasm rocked through me. I cried out, riding out the
pleasure,wishingitwasallreal–thatmyfantasieswithAlecweresomethingthatwould
reallyhappen.

WhenIcamedownfromtheorgasmIlaypantingandheavingonthebed,mypussy

tingling from the orgasm but I was still unsatisfied. This wasn’t the real thing. Having
Alecfuckme,havinghimbetheonetobringmetoorgasm,waswhatwouldreallysatisfy
me.

A L E C

satupinbedandglancedatthetime,surethatIhadoverslept.Whyhadn’tmyalarm
gone off? When I opened the app on my phone, the alarm was set for Monday, not

Tuesday.AndIwaslate.

“Shit,”Isaid,jumpingoutofbed.“Beth!Getup,sweetheart,we’relate.”

Shemumbledsomethinginaudiblefromherroom.Ijumpedintheshower,scrubbing

myselfquicklybeforegettingdressed.

“Areyouready?”IcalledwhenIsatdownonmybed,pullingonsocksandshoes.

“No,”Bethsnappedfromherroom.“Howdoyouexpectmetobeready?”

“Don’ttalktomelikethat,”Icalled.“Andhurryup,youcan’taffordtobelate.You’re

goingtoendupindetentionagain,andasIrecall,thatwasnofunthelasttime.”

Bethgroaned,andIcouldimagineherrollinghereyes.

Iwouldhavelikedtosaythatherattitudewasanewdevelopmentnowthatshewason

thecuspofherteenageyears,butshe’dbeenthisdifficultfromthestart.Turningthirteen
thisyearhadonlyaddedtoherexperience,notcreatedit.

“It’snotmyfaultwe’relate,”sheshoutedfromherroom.

“It’snotmine,either,”Icalled.“Butifyou’regoingtogivemeanattitudelikethis,

youandIaregoingtohaveproblemsbeforewegettoschool.Youdon’twanttostartthe
daylikethis,trustme.”

Shemumbledsomething,andIconsideredtakingthisfurther,butwewerelate,andI

wasn’tinthemoodforanotherargument.

Lately,BethandIhadbeengettingstuckalotmorethanweusedto.She’dalwayshad

astrongpersonalitybutshewasstartingtoactout,andIwasn’talwayssurewhattodo.
ThesewerethetimesIwishedhermotherwasstillaround.Lizwouldhaveknownwhatto
do with her. She’d always known how to deal with Beth, calming her down with kind
wordsinawayI’dneverbeenableto.

Thenagain,BethhadbeenthreewhenLizhaddied.Shehadn’tbeenthatmuchofa

handful,yet.

MaybeBethwasgettingworsebecauseshedidn’thaveamom.Thefamouspinchof

guilt wedged itself between my ribs. In ten years I hadn’t found another woman that I

wantedtocallmyown.Sure,Ifuckedaround,I’dhadflings,butithadn’tbeenanything
meaningful. When your wife died of complications during open heart surgery, it just
wasn’tthateasytostartalloveragain.

So,itwasjustmeandBeth,fightingeachotherjustasmuchaswewerefightingthe

collapseoftheworldweusedtoknow.

IfinallygotBethtoschool,andweweremiraculouslystillontime.

“Seeya,dad,”shesaid,gettingoutofthecarandhurryingawaybeforeIcouldlean

over and kiss her. Where were the days when she used to cling to my leg, crying that I
couldn’tjustleaveheratschoolallday?Then,ithadbeenapainintheass.Now,Iwould
giveanythingforBethtowanttosticktomelikethatagain.

Isighed.“Welcometopuberty,”Itoldmyselfandturnedbackontothemainroadto

fightthetraffictoUCLA.

IwaslaterthanIwantedtobe.Everythingabouttodaywasfuckedup.Oversleeping

had thrown off my routine, and I hated it. Order and routine was something I’d brought
withmefromthedaysIwasintheArmy,andIlikedtohavemylifearrangedjustso.Old
habitsdiehard.

When I arrived at my class, Isobel was waiting for me. Isobel Daughtry was my

Teaching Assistant. She studied here as well and did a bit of extra grading for me for a
small wage every week. She was dedicated to her studies, as far as I could tell, good at
whatshedidasmyTAandatotaldistraction.

Blackhair,greeneyesandthekindofbodythatmademewanttoexploreherwithmy

tongue made me think nasty thoughts about her. She was just the right amount of bad –
shehadahalfsleeveoftattoospeekingoutfromunderneathhershirtandpiercingsdown
herearsandinhernose.Itwasenoughtomakeherlookalittledangerous,alittlefunand
alotlikewhatIwantedrightnow.

Iwasn’tsupposedtowanttofuckmyTA.ShewassomuchyoungerthanIwasandit

was against almost every bullet point in the UCLA rule book to want this. But she’d
started it. She stared at me with those emerald eyes every fucking lesson, making me
wonderwhatshewaspicturingusdoing.

It was obvious the lectures didn’t intrigue her as much as I did. And it was a

compliment, for sure. But I needed to keep my head straight. I couldn’t think about sex
withthisgirl.Woman.Ihadmycareertoconsider.Shewastrouble.

Troublewrappedupinasexy-as-fuckbody.

“Morning,Isobel,”Isaidtoherandwalkedintothelecturinghall.Shefollowedme.I

unlocked my office door and sat down behind my desk. I had work to do, a lecture to
finetune.

“Anything I can help you with?” I asked Isobel. She looked at me with eyes that

suggestedtherewerealotofthingsIcoulddoforher–ortoher,rather–butsheshook
herhead.Hershoulder-lengthhairmovedaroundherface.God,shereallywasastunner.

“I’mjustgoingtogothroughthesenotesyougavemeontheupcomingtest,”shesaid.

“CanIuseyourpencil?”

Before I could react, she leaned over my desk reaching for the pencil. Her blouse

gaped,andIcouldseehertits;large,round,inviting.

Isqueezedmyeyesshut.“Don’tdothat,”Isaid.

“Dowhat?”sheasked.Iopenedmyeyesandlookedather.Shegavemebig,innocent

eyes,herlipspursedtogetherinasemipout.

“Youknowexactlywhat,”Isaid.

Sheshruggedoneshoulder,anditmadeherleftbreastjigglealittle.DearGod,they

werecompletelyreal.Iswallowed,tryingnottoimaginemyselfsuckingonhernipples.

“Why not?” she asked. I blinked at her. She was so forward about it, so fucking

obnoxious.Itmademewanttopunishher,topullherovermylapandshowherwhowas
inchargearoundhere.Oh,yeah.Agoodspankingcouldbejustthething.

“Because I want to fuck you, Isobel, and you’re not making it any easier for me to

behave.”

Herlipsparted,surpriseregisteringonherface.Ifshewantedtobeoutthere,Icould,

too.Lustfloodedherfeatures,andGodhelpmeifIdidn’tfeelit,too.Theairwasthick
withdesire.

Thedoorinthelecturinghallbangedopenandthelaughterofstudentsslicedthrough

the air between us. My students were arriving. I had a class to teach. Isobel shrugged
nonchalantly and turned around, walking out of my office. I watched her ass, round and
fulluntilshedisappearedoutofsight.Ituggedatmybuckle,tryingtorearrangemypants
aroundmyhardcockbeforeIgotupandtookmypositionatthepodium.Ileanedonit
withmyelbow,hidingmybodyfromtheclassuntilmyerectiondieddown.Ididn’twant
thewholeworldtoknowIwashornyformyTeacher’sAssistant.

I S O B E L

headedtoAlec’sofficeassoonasIcouldaftermyclass.Iknewhisschedule,andhis
nextclasswouldn’tstartforawhile.Ididn’twantstudentsaroundtointerruptusagain

– he’d admitted earlier, in so many words, that he wanted to fuck me. God, just the
thoughthadmesoakingmypanties.IwassowetIcouldsmellmyownscentwhenIsat
down.

Ofcourse,gettingallthewaytofuckingwhenIwasavirginwasadifferentstory.I

couldbetoodirtyformyowngood,butIwasstillnervousaboutlosingmyvirginity.Still,
losingittoAlecwastheonlywayIwaswillingtogo.IwantedthehotCollegeProfessor
tobangme.

WhenIarrivedathisoffice,hewasthere.Ihadamomenttoogle–hewasimmersed

inwhateverhewasreading.Hisbrowswereknitinafrown,andthatmadehimlookthat
muchmoreattractive.GivemeamanwithabodylikeAlec’s–broadshoulders,muscles
thatlookedlikehecouldusethemandanattitudethatscreamed‘Ihavearrived’andstick
hisnoseinabook,andIwassold.

AsifheknewIwasthere,Aleclookedup.Hisgrayeyeswereintense,thecolorofan

overcastskyandIflushed.

Iclearedmythroat.“IhavethosepapersIgradedforyou,”Isaid.Myvoicesounded

toobreathy.IreachedintomybagandgrippedthestackofpapersIhadforthem,pulling
themout.Assoonastheywereclearofthebagtheyslipped,andthewholestackfellout
ofmyhandsontothefloor.

“Shit,” I muttered and kneeled to scrape them together. God, I am so clumsy. It was

becauseI’dbeenstaringathiminsteadoflookingatwhatIwasdoing.

“Letmehelp,”Alecsaid,gettingup.Hekneeledonthefloor,too,andstartedpicking

uppapers.Hewassoclosetome.WhenIlookeduphisheadwasonlyinchesfrommy
face,hishandsmovingclosetomine,sure,comfortable,stackingthepapershepickedup
onebyone.

Hishandswerelargeand–Iwaswillingtobet–capable.Hishandbrushedagainst

mineanditwaselectricmyskintingling.Mybreathhitchedinmythroat.

Aleclookedupatmewhenheheardit.Hiseyesweredarkernow,thecolorofslate

andhislipswereparted.Hewassodamnclose.Iglancedathislips–nottoothin,nottoo
full.Theatmospherechargedaroundusandmymindwasononething.Iwantedhimto

kissme.Iwantedhislipsonmine,histongueinmymouth.

Theconflictshowedonhisface.Icouldseehimfightwithhimself.Ileanedcloserto

him.Hewouldhavetoclosethedistance,butImadeitharderforhimtothink,harderfor
himtosayno.

Alecleanedtowardmeandpressedhislipsagainstmine.Isighedagainsthismouth.

ButterflieseruptedinmystomachlikeIwasateenagerthathadneverbeenkissedbefore
andImeltedintomypanties.

Alecdroppedthepapershe’dbeenholdingandcuppedmycheekswithhishands.His

tongueslid into mymouth, and itwas better than I’dimagined it. Hekissed the way he
taught;thoroughly.

I broke the kiss for only a moment to glance over my shoulder. The door was still

open. I shifted and tapped it with my foot so that it swung shut. We didn’t need an
interruption,now.ThelastthingIneededwassomestudentwalkinginonusandruining
themomentI’dbeendreamingofformonths.

Alecpulledmeclosertohim,pullingmybodyagainsthisandIwasdrapedhalfacross

hisbody.Hekissedmeagain.Hishandssliddownmyneck,overmycollarbone,andonto
mybreast.Ibreathedinsharplywhenhetouchedme,hisskinlikefirethroughmyshirt.

“Alec,”Isaid,breakingthekiss.Helookeddownatme,hislooksmolderinghot,his

pupils dilated, eating up the color of his irises. I didn’t usually address him by his first
name.“Ihavetotellyousomething.”

HefrownedslightlyandletmegosothatIcouldputalittledistancebetweenus.Ihad

to,orIwasgoingtogorightbacktokissingwithoutgettingitoutthere.

Iswallowed.“I’mavirgin,”Isaid.

Ittookamomentformywordstoregister.

“What?”Alecasked.

Inodded.“Ijustthoughtyoushouldknow.”

Heshookhisheadasifitdidn’tmakesense.“Areyoubeingserious?”heasked.

Inoddedagain.

He scrubbed his face with his hand and tugged at his belt. “Jesus,” he said. I could

imagine what he would be thinking – a virgin was the most desired thing a man could
thinkof.Ifnomanhadbeentherebefore?Itmadethemwantitthatmuchmore.Itturned
meonknowingthatAlecwouldwantmelikethat.Itturnedmeon,anditscaredmeto
death.Itwasscarytofinallytakethestepandyeteveryinchofmyskintingledwhenhe
wasinthesameroomasme.

ButIwantedittobewithAlec.Iwantedhimtoknowwhatthiswastome.Iwanted

himtohaveit.

Alecgroaned.“Youhavenoideahowfuckinghotthatis,”hesaid.

Wesattogetheronthefloorbetweenthegradedpapersscatteredaroundus,breathing

hardlikewe’ddonesomuchmorethanjustmakingout.

“Ihavetogetgoing,”Isaid.

“Doyouhavesomewheretobe?”

Ishookmyhead.Ididn’t,butifIdidn’tleavenow,Iwoulddomore.Thiswasn’tsafe.

“Suckmeoff,”Alecsaid.Itwasn’taquestion.

“What?”

“Youheardme,”hesaid.“Suckmydick.Now,prettygirl.”

Itwassodemanding;desirerushedthroughmybody.Iwantedhimtotellmewhatto

do,totakewhathewanted.Inoddedincompletecompliance,intotalsurrender.

Hedidn’twastetime,butstoodupandundidhisbuckle,openinghispants.Hepulled

hiscockout,andIgaspedwhenIsawit.Itwasthickandhard,longerthanI’ddreamed
aboutwhenIfantasizedabouthim.Theskinwassmootharoundhishardness,andthetip
wasslickwithprecum.Mymouthwateredatthesightofit.

“Shit,” I whispered roughly before moving to my knees. I looked up at him as I

wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned when I touched him, the
soundenoughtocaughtmetomoan.

Iclosedmymoutharoundhisthickshaftandstartedbobbingmyheadbackandforth,

slidinghiminandoutofmymouth.Thedelicioussaltinessfromthetipofhisdickspread
throughmymouth,lightmeonfire.Iwantedtodrinkhimdown,tobehistoy,toenjoy
everywickedhotmomentIhadwithhim.

ItuggedhispantsdownsothatIcouldcuphisballs.Isqueezedthem,massagingthem

whileIsuckedonhim,pushinghimdeepintomymouth.Hisfingersslidintomyhair,and
heforcedmetostopashetookaraggedbreathandrolledhiships.

“That’sit,Kitten.Takeallofit.You’resuchagoodgirl.Ibetyourlittleslitisslickas

fuck.Youwannabefucked,don’tyou,baby?”Hisvoicewasdeep,andhisconfidenceso
damnhot.

Itriednottogag,butitwasimpossible.Hewastoobig.Mymouthwasfilledupand

mythroatachingfromhishugeshaft.Iwantedtoknowhowhewouldfeelstretchingmy
pussyopen,fuckingmeslowandhardonhisdesk.

Embarrassmentracedthroughme,butIignoredit.Icouldworryaboutmyinsecurities

andinnocencelater.

It didn’t take very long before I felt his balls tighten and he grew in my mouth. I

pumped my head faster, rolling my eyes up to look at Alec. His eyes were on me, face
riddled with lust and pleasure. A moment later, he exploded in my mouth. He pumped
comeatthebackofmythroat,andItookit,swallowing.Whenhewasdone,Islidhimout
ofmymouthandsatbackonmyheels.

Alecwasbreathinghard.

“Fuck,”hepanted.“Youswallowed.”

Inodded.“Itdidn’tlookliketherewassomewhereIcouldspititout.”Evenifthere

hadbeen,Iwouldhaveswallowed.It’srudeforaladytospit.

Aleczippedhimselfupandleanedagainsthisdesk.

“Wheredoesavirginlearntogiveheadlikethat?”heasked.

Ishrugged.“IsaidIwasavirgin,notinexperienced.”

Alecchuckledandshookhishead.

“Didn’tyousayyouhadtobesomewhere?”

Ismiledandnoddedathim,gettingup.Iturnedaroundandlookedovermyshoulder

athim.Hiseyeswereonmyass.Iopenedthedoorandleft,thetasteofhiscockstillon
mytongue.

A L E C

spentthewholenighttossingandturning,stuckbetweenwakefulnessandsleep.Ihad
Isobelonmymind,andshewasdoingdirtythingstomewithhermouth.

WhenIwokeup,IwastiredlikeIhadn’tsleptatall.Tired,edgy,eagerforsex,aching

asifIhadn’thadareleasejustyesterday.

ButIhadtodealwiththis.Thiswasaverydangerousgametoplay,andwithsomeone

likeIsobelbeingtheothercontenderIwasindeepshit.

Iarrivedatmyofficeearlierthanusual.Ineededtotalktoher.IhopedthatIwould

catchherbeforemyclassbegan.Ihadafeelingthatshewouldbethereearly,too.Shehad
instigatedit,yesterday.Iwasn’tcomplaining,butitcouldn’thappenagain.

Isobel was waiting outside the lecturing hall when I arrived, and I allowed myself a

moment to stare at her. She wore jeans that were so tight they traced her perfect ass, a
blousethathungloosewithascoopneck–enoughtogetmyimaginationgoingwithout
being risqué. She leaned against the wall with one leg bent and her hip jutted out. Her
blackhairwaspulledbackfromherface,accentuatingherdelicatefeatures.Inoticedher
mouth,andmydicktwitched,rememberinghowhermouthhadfelt.

Whenshelookedupatme,hergreeneyeswerepiercing.Shesmiled.

“Morning,”shesaid.

“Come into my office,” I said, walking into the lecturing hall. She followed me into

myoffice,andIclosedthedoor.

WhenIturned,shewasleaningagainstmydesk,andshelookededible.Icouldtake

herrightnow,righthere.Wewouldhavetime.ButIhadtotalktoher.Ihadtokeepitin
mypantsandbereasonable.

“Ican’tdothis,”Isaid.

“Dowhat?”Shegavemebig,innocenteyes.

“Thisthingwe’redoing.Yesterday…wecan’tdothis.”

Isobelnoddedslowly.“CanIaskwhy?”sheasked.

I laughed without emotion. Where was I supposed to begin? It wasn’t just the age

differenceorthefactthatshewasmyTA.

“Look,Ihaveadaughter,”Isaid.

Isobeldidn’tlookasshockedasI’dthoughtshewouldbe.“Areyougoingtotellher

whatwedid?”

“God,no,”Isaid.

“Thenitdoesn’tmatter,doesit?Howoldisshe?”

Herlogicmadesense,butIneededtokeepmyheadstraight.

“Thirteen.Bethwilleatyouup,”Isaid.“Shewillchewyouupandspityououtbefore

you know what hit you. I have my hands full with one woman as it is. I don’t need
another.”

Isobeldidn’tlooknearlyastakenabackbythenewsasIthoughtsheshouldbe.She

leanedagainstthedesk,herarmsfoldedoverherchest,hereyessparkling.

“Besides,”Isaid.“Thereisaruleaboutfraternizingwithmystudents,here.”

“I’mnotyourstudent.”

“You’remyTA.SomehowIdon’tthinkthecouncilwillseeitanydifferently.”

Isobelshookherhead.

“Iwon’ttellifyoudon’t,”shesaid.Shesaiditveryseductivelylikeitwasoursecret

andthelookshegavemewasonethatmademewanttohavethissecretwithher.

“AndBeth?”Iasked.

“Idon’tmindthatyouhaveadaughter,”shesaid.“Weallhavesecrets,don’twe?”

Inodded,wonderingifshehadasecret,wonderingifsheknewanythingatallabout

real life at her age. Isobel stepped away from the desk, closing the distance between us
andmycockhardened.Shewasgettingclosertome,andmybodyrespondedtoher.

“Come on, Professor,” she said, getting closer and closer. She pushed her body up

against mine, and I felt her tits against my chest. Her hand landed on my hips, and she
gyratedherhipsagainstmine,rubbingherselfagainstmyharddick.“Don’tyouwantto
teachmealesson?”

Shekissedme.Iwasn’tgoingabletosaynotoher.Ididn’twantto.Iwantedtofuck

her so badly. But she was a virgin – hard to tell with her advances, but I believed her. I
wasn’t sure why, but I did. If we did end up doing it, I wanted it to be special for her,
somethingshedidn’tregret.

Which meant that it couldn’t just be a quick, no-strings-attached fuck. It had to be a

littlemoremeaningfulthanthat.Ididn’twantthewomantofallinlovewithme–didn’t
women fall for their first? But I couldn’t be a complete ass, either, no matter how
attractiveitseemed.Iwantedhervirginity,though.

Maybe,thatmademeadickalready.

Ibrokethekiss,takingherbythearmsandholdingherawayfromme.IfIdidn’t,I

woulddoalotmore.

“Cometodinneratmyplace,”Isaid.“Tomorrownight.MeetBeth.”

Isobelfrowned.“Why?”

“BecauseIwantyoutomeetherbeforewedoanything.”

Sheblinkedatme,confused,butnodded.

“Okay,”shesaid.

“And get out of my office before I change my mind, and we do something serious,

now. The class will start soon, and it will be great if I don’t stand up there in front of
everyonewitharoaringerectioninmypantsagain.”

She smiled and nodded, leaving my office. I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and

forefinger.Shit,Iwasintrouble.

After my classes, I called Liam. We’d been in the Army together once upon a time,

andeventhoughhewasquiteabitolderthanIwas,wemadetimetocatchup.Wewentto
eachotherforadvice,andGodknewIneededsomenow.

“Icantellyouonething,”LiamsaidwhenIexplained.“Youcan’trefusewhat’sright

infrontofyou.You’lljusttortureyourselfandendupdoingit,anyway.”

Ichuckled.“Yousoundlikeyou’retalkingfromexperience.”

“Youhavenoidea.ThewayIseeit,she’snotinhighschooloranything,andyou’re

notherteacher.You’rebothconsentingadultsasfarasIcantell–herevenmorethanyou
atthispoint–andshe’sjustyourTA.Letgoofyourreservationsandrules.Livealittle.”

“AndwhataboutBeth?”Iasked.

“That’sonethingabouthavingkidsI’velearnedjustafterIhadtotakecareofKenna

all by myself,” Liam said. “If you don’t live a little for yourself once in a while, you’ll
disappear.Youcangiveyourkidstheworldbutdon’tloseyourselfintheprocess.Fuck
whoyouwant,liveinthemoment.Ifyougiveyourselfspacetobreatheyouendupbeing
abetterfather,too.”

Isighed.Mydaughterwasolderthanhis,butheknewwhathewastalkingabout.

“Thanks,man,”Isaidbeforeweendedthecall.ItwasgreathavingfriendsIcouldturn

to about this. But, even though Liam’s advice had been great, I still had to make these
decisionsalone.

“I

I S O B E L

havesomethingtotellyou,”IsaidtoBrandiwhenwesattogetherinthelivingroom

ofourapartment.

Brandi and I were roommates. When I had moved to Los Angeles to study, I had

neededtheplacetostay.IhadmetBrandibychance,sheneededaroommatewhocould
helpwithrent,andthematchwasmade.

Wehadbeenclosefriendseversince.

“Tellme,”Brandisaid.“Isitaboy?”

“Well…notaboy,exactly.He’sinhislatethirties.”

Brandiraisedhereyebrowsatme.“Anolderguy.”

I nodded. “He’s great, though. And it’s not weird or anything. It’s not like we’re

sleepingtogether.”Yet,Iaddedinmymind,butIdidn’tsayit.

“So,you’reseriousaboutthisguy?”Brandiasked.

Ishrugged.“Seriousisarelativeterm,”Isaid.Like,thefactthatIwantedtofuckhim,

butIwasn’tsurehowIfeltaboutitemotionally,yet.“Hewantsmetomeethisdaughter.”

Brandi’s mouth dropped. “He has a daughter? I guess if he’s older… Is he married?

Youcan’tgetinvolvedwithamarriedguy,Isobel.”

I shook my head. “He’s not married. I’m not sure where his wife is, but he has full

custodyofhisdaughter,andhewantsmetomeether.”

“Thatdoessoundserious,”Brandisaid.“Why?”

Ishrugged.“She’sthirteen;maybehewantstointroducehertothepeopleinhislife.

It’snotlikehecanjustignoreherexistence.AndIshouldn’teither.”

“Thirteen?”Brandiasked.“Thatseemsdangerous.”

Iblinkedather.

“I’m just saying,” Brandi continued, “a daughter that age and history that you don’t

know about? It could get difficult. What if she looks for trouble, does something to
jeopardizewhateveritisyouhavewiththisguy?”

Ishrugged.IunderstoodwhereBrandiwascomingfrom,butIdidn’tthinkitwouldbe

suchabigdeal.EventhoughAlecandIwereridiculouslyattractedtoeachother,nothing

hadhappenedyet.Hewasjustintroducingmetohisdaughterasafriend.Right?Itwould
befine.

“I’mnot too worried,”I said toBrandi. I wished Iwas as convincedas I sounded. I

appreciate Brandi and the fact that I could tell her anything. She would always tell me
exactly what she thought of something without sugarcoating it. Everyone needs a best
friendlikethatinherlife.

“Whenisit?”Sheasked.

“Tonight,”Isaid.

At seven on the dot, I stopped in front of Alec’s house. He had given me the GPS

coordinatesandtoldmeIdidn’thavetobringanything.Mystomachtightenedinaknotof
nerves.Ihadwantedtosleepwiththeguy,buthewaspullingmeintohispersonallife.I
wasn’tsurehowIfeltaboutthat.Iwasn’tsurehowIfeltaboutanything.Iknewtherewas
awholeworldIwasn’tapartofyet.

Alec opened the door and smiled. I’d only ever seen him in his suit. Seeing him in

casualclothesnowwasrefreshing.Helookedgreat,too.Heworejeansthatwerefadedin
alltherightplaces,hangingfromhishipslikehewasdoingthemafavor.Heworeapolo
shirtthathuggedhisbiceps,provingthatheworkedoutandmademewonderwhatelse
wasunderhisshirt.Infact,Ihadfantasizedabouthimbeingnakedsomanytimes;Iwas
morethancurious.

“Comein,”hesaid.“Beth,”hecalleddownthehallway.“Comemeetourguest.”

Iwasn’tsurewhatIhadexpected,butasullenteenagerappeared,andshewasnothing

like whatever I had in mind. Maybe I’d had the ages mixed up, but the girl standing in
frontofmewasonthecuspofwomanhood,defiantandbeautiful.

“Beth,thisisIsobel,”Alecsaid.

Bethfoldedherarmsoverherchestandshiftedherweighttooneleg,juttingouther

hipwithanattitude.

“Hi,”shesaidtightly.

“I’mpleasedtomeetyou,”Isaidtoher,holdingoutmyhand.

Bethjustlookedatmyhand,notmakinganefforttoreachforme.Afteramoment,I

droppedmyhandandlookedtowardAlec.

“Beth,” he reprimanded, “be nice. I am going to go into the kitchen to bring out the

drinks.WillyoushowIsobelaround?”

Bethshruggedinawaythatsaideverythingandnothing,allatthesametime.

Alec nodded, probably accepting that it was the best he was going to get and turned

aroundtogotothekitchen.

Whenwewerealone,Bethglaredatme.

“You’renotmynewmom,”shesaid.Oh,wasthishowitwasgoingtobe?IguessI

couldhaveexpectedsomethinglikethis.

“Good,”Isaid.Ifoldedmyownarmsovermychestaswell.Maybe,ifImirroredher

shewouldfeellikewewereonthesameside.Iwasn’tsurehowwellthatworkedwitha
badattitude,butitwasworthashot.“Becausethat’snotwhatI’mheretobe,”Isaid.“I’m
just here to hang out.” For a moment, Beth and I had a little standoff, but then her face
splitintoagrinandIcouldseealittlebitofthegirlthatwasstillleft.Whateverhadjust
happenedbetweenus,theresultwasbetterthanI’dexpected.

Bethledmethroughthehouse,showingmearound.Weweregoingtoeatoutsideon

thepatio.Itwasdecoratedwithwickerfurnitureandcandles,theeveningbreezefreshand
crisponmyskin.

Thethreeofussatdown,andAlechadpreparedcoldcutsofmeat,rolls,andsalad.

“Thisisnice,”Isaid.

Alec smiled. “I’m glad . Usually people expect a three-course meal, but it’s just the

twoofus.”HeglancedatBeth.“Wetrytokeepitsimple.”

Aftersupper,Bethexcusedherself.AlecandIwereleftsittingaloneatthetable.

“I’msorryaboutBeth,”Alecsaid.“IheardwhatshesaidtoyouwhenIwentintothe

kitchen.”

Ishookmyhead.“Don’tworryaboutit,”Isaid.

“Youhandleditquitewell,”Alecsaid,smiling.

Ismiledbackathim

“So,tellmeaboutyourlifebeforeLosAngeles,”Alecasked.“YoumentionedwhenI

tookyouonasmyteacher’sassistantthatyouwerenewintown.”

Inodded.“Yeah,Iusedtoliveupnorthwithmybrother,workinginthebiker’sparts

shopandstudyingpart-time.Afterawhile,thatbecameboring.Thereareonlysomany
mufflertipsthatyoucanhandlebeforeyoustartgoingcrazy.”Ichuckled.

Alecfrowned.“Bikeparts?”

Inodded.

“My brother’s the vice president of an MC gang. I’ve been around bikers my whole

life.”

Alecgrinnedatme.“Youwon’tbelieveit,butIwaspartofanMCgang,myself.”

“What?”Iasked.Icouldn’timagineAleconamotorbike.Itjustdidn’tfittheimage.

“I’m serious,” Alec said. “Let me show you,” he said and left the table. A moment

later,hereappearedwithaphoto.Init,amuchyoungerAlecstoodwithabunchofmen,
nexttotheirmotorbikes.

“Wow,”Isaid.

Alec smiled, looking at me, and something between us changed. The atmosphere

waselectricanditwassuddenlyhardertobreathe.Iwasawareofhowclosehewassitting,
havingmovedtoshowmethephoto.Myeyestrailtohislips,andIcouldn’thelpthinking
backtothekisswesharedinhisoffice.Ithadbeensofuckinghot.

As if Alec read my mind, he put his hand on my cheek and closed the distance

between us. That spark that I’d felt before was there again, surging between us like a
current.Itfloodedmewithheatrightaway,andIwantedmore.Somuchmore.

“Weshouldgoinside,”Alecsaid,breathinghard.Hisfacewasstillonlyinchesfrom

mine,anditmadeithardtoconcentrate.Inodded,swallowing.Icouldjustimaginewhat
wouldhappenifIwentinsidewithhim.

“Whatareyouguysdoing?”Bethaskedfromthedoor,soundingirritated.

Alecclearedhisthroatandmovedawayalittle,hishandleavingmycheek.Ifelthis

absenceacutely.

“Nothing,sweetheart,”Alecsaid.

Yeah,nothingindeed.“Ishouldprobablygo,”Isaid,gettingup.Ididn’twanttoleave,

butwithBethhere,monitoringoureverymove,weweren’tgoingtodoanything,anyway.

“I’llseeyouout,”Alecsaid,gettingup,too.Well,itlookedlikethenightwasgoingto

end.Whatadamnshame.

A L E C

astnight,IsobelhadleftinahurryafterBethhadcaughtus.Itwasn’tthefirsttime
Bethwasdifficultaboutmebringingawomanhome,butIhadneverseenherthis

protective. My daughter was serious about keeping the relationship we had intact, not
allowinganyoneintoourspace.

Thatwouldhavetochange.WhatifImetsomeoneIwasseriousabout?

Isobelappearedatmyofficedoor,andIsmiled.

“JustthewomanIwantedtosee,”Isaid.

Isobellookedserious.Shewalkedintomyoffice,closingthedoorbehindher.

Ifrowned.“Issomethingwrong?”

Isobelnodded,leaningdownontothetablesothatIcouldlookrightdownhershirt.

Hertitsweredistracting.

“Iwantyoutofuckme,Alec,”shesaid.Iwassurprisedathowforwardshewasbeing,

butIhadfeltthesexualtensionlastnight,andtherewasnowayshehadn’tfeltit,too.I
wantedherjustasbadlyassheevidentlywantedme.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do. Sucking my

cock is one thing, but letting me take you all the way? Totally different.” I asked and
reachedouttocupthesideofherface.Mycockwasrockhardjustwithherintheroom.
Thethoughtofsinkingdownintohertight,wetpussywasalmosttoomuch.

“Ohyes,Iam.Iwantthis.Bad.Iwantyou.”

She was being very forward. I loved it; it turned me on. And I was done asking

questions.Timetolayoutdemands.

“Good.Youshould.”IofferedherawickedsmilethatletherknowrealquickthatI

wasn’tjustgoingtoenjoymyselfburiedballsdeepinherwetheat,Iwasgoingtohearher
comefiveorsixtimesbeforeIwasdone.

Withoutwastinganytime,Isobelstartedmovingasifshecouldhearthemusic.She

swayed,movingherhipsseductively.Hereyeswereonmine,andshemoved,hypnotizing
me.Iwatchedher,lickingmylips,imaginingeverythingIwantedfromher.Fuck,shewas
sohot.

Slowly,shestartedstrippingoffherclothes,exposingherbody.Beforelong,hershirt

wasonthefloor,andshewascaressingherhandsalloverherbody.Iwatchedherasshe
touchedherself,undressedherself,andsetherselfondisplayforme.Mydickgrewinmy
pants,becomingthickandhard,throbbingandpulsatingwithneedforher.

Inthebackofmyhead,alittlevoicescreamedatmethatshewasstillavirgin-taking

herwouldbethebestprizeever.Shemighthavesavedherself,butshe’dbeensexingitup
byherselfforalongtime.Thegirlwasforwardandhornyasfuck.Icouldalmostimagine
herdrivingherfingersintohercuntlateatnight,herbreastsbouncingasshemoanedmy
name.

Fuck.

“Get over here,” I growled when she was only in her panties. I couldn’t take it

anymore.Shewasdrivingmecrazy,makingmesohardforher.

Isobelsashayedtowardme,allrollinghipsandbouncingtits.

“Stop,”Isaid.Shestopped,lookingatme.“Takeitoff,”Isaid.

She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. Slowly, she slid it down her

shoulders, revealing her tits inch by inch. They were large, round and firm. Her nipples
werehard,betrayinghowturnedonshewas.Ofcourse,Ineverdoubteditforasecond.

She turned around. She hooked her fingers into her panties, and slowly pulled them

down,bendingovertogivemeagloriousviewofherass.God,Iwantedtofuckherso
badly.

Igotup,puttingmyhandsonherhips.Ipushedmyerectionagainstherass,grinding

againsthercheeks,slippingintothesoftopeningbetweenhercurvestopressagainsther
assholealittle.Everythinginsideofmescreamedyes,butIheldback.Thistime.

I spun her around, putting my hand on her naked tit. I took her nipple between my

thumbandforefingerandsqueezed,pullingandtugging.Shemoanedsoftly,andIcovered
her mouth with mine, kissing her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and tasted her
deeply.

Isteppedawayfromheralittle,pullingdownmyzipper,openingmypantssoIcould

pulloutmydick.Iwassofuckinghard,achingforreleasebynow.Ireacheddowntogeta
condomfrommywalletandsliditdownmysensitiveshaft.

The minute I was done, Isobel stepped closer to me, put her hands on my chest and

pushed me back gently so that I sat back down in my chair. She climbed onto my lap,
straddlingme.Withherfeetontheground,shehoveredovermydick,positioningherself.

I looked into her eyes, and she gripped my cock with her fingers around the base,

guidingmetowardher.Sheloweredherselfontome.Iwatchedherfaceasshetookinthe
sensation, giving her virginity to me. It looked like it hurt a little, her face pinched, her
breathinghard.

“Areyouokay?”Iasked.“Takeitslow.ThefirsttimeisabitofabitchIhear.”

She breathed deeply a few times before she nodded. “It’s not so bad,” she said. She

startedmovingtentativelyontopofme,slidinginandoutofher.Shegasped,andIcould
seeamixtureofpleasureandpainonherface.Thefirsttimewasalwaystheworst,orso

I’dheard.Itwasdifferentforwomenthanformen.But,Isobelwantedtodothis.Shewas
determinedtomakeitwork,andIwasahappyman.

“It’sgoingtogetreallygood,baby.”Igrippedherasstightlyandleanedintokissher.

Sheneededtofocusonthelustbetweenus,thewayIheldherclose,thesoundofoursex,
thescent…

Afterawhile,itlookedlikeshewasmorecomfortable.Shestartedmovingfasterand

faster,buckingherhips,slidingmeinandoutofher.Shegaspedandmoaned,tippingher
headbackassherodeme.Iputmyonehandonherhip,helpingherkeepherbalance,and
theotherhandwenttoherbreast.Imassagedher,tuggingandtweakingthenipplewhile
shebuckedherhipsbackandforthonmylap.

Afterawhile,Ireachbetweenherlegsandfoundherclitwithmythumb.Shegasped,

shudderingontopofme.Icouldfeeltheeffectsmyfingerwashavingonher.Herbody
closedaroundme,squeezing.Shewasgettingclosertoanorgasm,fast.

At this rate, I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long, either. She was so hot,

completely naked on top of me when I was almost fully dressed, and she was giving
herselftomeinawaythatshehadn’tgivenherselftoanyotherman.TheideathatIwas
fuckingavirginpushedmecloserandclosertotheedgewherenormally,Iwouldbeable
toholdout.

Isobelstartedtocryout,gettinglouder.

“Hush,”Isaidtoher.“Wecan’taffordanyonetohearus.”

Shenodded,stillbreathinghard,butshekepthernoisesundercontrol.Ikeptrubbing

herclitincircles,pushinghercloserandclosertotheedgeasherbodydrewtheorgasm
out of me. Just before I toppled over, she came. She shuddered on top of me, her walls
clamping down on me, milking me. I let go of her clit and put my hands on her hips,
pullingherdownonmehardsoIwouldgoinasdeepasIcould.Iexplodedinsideofher,
releasingmyload.Igrunted,andshemoanedandcriedout,tryingtobequietandfailing.

Wecametogether,andthesensationwasamazing.Thisdidn’thappenwithstrangers

veryoften,notatallwithsomeonewhohadjustlosthervirginity,butitwasmagic.

We rode out the orgasm together until it subsided. When it was finally over, Isobel

collapsedagainstme,breathinghard.

“Ihatetocutthisshort,”Isaid,“butwehavetogetdressedandoutofhere.Ihavea

classsoon,andIwouldhateforsomeonetofinduslikethis.”

Isobelwhimperedinprotestbutnodded.Ifwegotcaughtnow,thingscouldgofrom

badtoworseveryquickly.Shewasnaked,andIwasinsideofher.Therewasnowayto
explainourselvesoutofthisone.

Isobelclamberedoffme,leaningagainstmydeskforamoment.

“Ihavetissuesinthebottomdrawer,”Isaid.Iwassureshewouldwanttocleanup.

Isobel opened the drawer, and I turned my back to give her some privacy. After a

moment,shesteppedbackintoviewandstartedsearchingforherclothes.Iwatchedheras
shedressedherselfbitbybit,coveringuphergloriousbody.

Whenshewasdone,shelookedatme.“I’llseeyouaround,Professor,”shesaidwitha

smallsmileplayingonherlips.Sheturnedaround,openedthedoorandleft,leavingme
behind with the throbbing dick, memories of what we had just done and a question
bouncingaroundinmymind.

Whatthefuckdidwejustdo?

I S O B E L

couldn’tbelievewhatIhaddone.IhadgonetoAlec’sofficewiththeintenttofuck,
andIdid.Ithadbeenfantastic.Ijustwasn’tsurewhatIfelt.

OnSaturdaymorning,myphonerang,anditwasAlec.Iwasgladtohearfromhim.A

partofmehadbeennervousthatitwasovernow,thatbecausewehadslepttogether,he
wouldn’t be interested in me anymore. It was ridiculous because I had been the one to
instigatethewholething.Still,Ihadbeenavirginandlosingitwasabigdeal.

“DoyouwanttocomeonanoutingwithmeandBeth?”Heasked.

“Whatdoyouhaveinmind?”Iasked.

“Beth has a school assignment that I’m helping her with and we have to go to the

museumforit.Iwaswonderingifyouwanttocomewithus?”

Inodded,eventhoughhecouldn’tseeme,andsmiled.“Iwouldlovethat,”Isaid.

Theypickedmeupabouthalfanhourlater.WhenIgotintothecar,Iturnedaround

andsaidhellotoBeth.ShelookedevenmoresullenthanthenightI’dmether.

“Whatisthisassignmentabout?”Iasked.

“It’saboutcustomsintheRegencyEra,”Bethsaid.

“Oh,that’sinteresting,”Isaid.“I’massumingit’sforHistory?”

Bethnodded,rollinghereyesatme.“Well,it’snotforMathematics.”

Aleclookedintherearviewmirror.“Beth,benice,”hesaid.Heshotmeanapologetic

glance.

“Itshouldhavebeenabouthumaninteraction,”Bethsaid.“ThenIwouldn’thavetogo

toamuseumatall.Iwouldjusthavetowatchthetwoofyoumakeout,andIwouldknow
everythingIneed.”

I glanced at Alec. His eyes were trained on the road. I understood now what he had

meantwhenhe’dsaidthatBethwouldchewmeupandspitmeout.

“I’msureyourfather’soldenoughtodohewants,”IsaidtoBeth.

Bethnodded.“Yeah,butthenhewouldalsoknowtotakeittothebedroomandnotbe

doingitinfrontofhisdaughter.”

Shewas quick onher feet, witha sharp tongue andthere was noarguing with her. I

knewthatifItookthisfurther,Iwouldonlygetangry.Wedrovetherestofthewaytothe
museuminsilence.

Atthemuseum,AlecandItrailedbehindwhileBethwalkedaround,findingherfacts.

Wewalkedclosetoeachother,shouldersbrushingeverynowandthen.Iwantedhimto
touch more of me. I wanted his hands all over me. I started remembering what we had
done in his office, and I shivered. We were out in public, and we couldn’t do anything
indecent,butGod,Iwantedto.

“Areyoujustaboutdone?”AlecaskedBethafterwehadbeenwanderingaroundfor

anhour.

“Areyou?”Bethasked,glancingatmebeforegivingherfatheradefiantlook.

“Beth!That’senough!”Alecwasgettingangry.Iwonderedwhathiswrathwaslikeas

afather.

Bethdidn’tlookscaredofhim.Shepulledanirritatedface,shotmeanotherglare,and

saidtoAlec,“Icansaythesameaboutyou.”Shestormedaway,pushingpastme.

Alecsighed.“Idon’tknowwhat’sgottenintohertoday.I’msosorry.”

I shook my head. There wasn’t much that I could say about that. Beth was thirteen,

hardlyanagewecouldgiveheraspanking.ItwasclearAlec,andhisdaughterhadalot
totalkabout.

WhenIfinallygothome,muchlater,BrandiwaswatchingTV.

“Howdiditgo?”Sheasked,nottakinghereyesawayfromthescreen.

Icollapsedonthecouchandgroaned.“Shehatesme.”

Brandilookedatme,frowning.“Who?”

“Alec’sdaughter,Beth.Shewassuchalittlebitchtoday.Idon’tknowhowI’mgoing

todothisifshe’sgoingtobesuchapaininmyassallthetime.It’snotlikeI’mtryingto
impose,ruiningtheirrelationship.We’renotevendoinganythinginfrontofher.”

Brandi nodded sympathetically. “I get that she is a problem, Izzy, but maybe you

shouldstickthisoneout.”

Iblinkedather.

“I’m just saying,” she said, “since you’ve been hanging out with this guy, you seem

different.Moreontopofyourlife,happier.Itseemstomelikehe’sgoodforyou.”

“Ididn’tknowthattherewasanythingtosee,”Isaid.“Ijustdon’tknowhowwe’llbe

abletomakeitworkwithateenagegirlthat’sgivingmesomuchshit.”

Brandishrugged.“Youknowhowteenagersare;ithasn’tbeenthatlongsincewewere

there.Maybeyou’llgrowonher.”

“Idoubtit.”

Ididn’tknowwhattodo.Ihadn’tknownthattherewasanykindofdifferenceinwho

Iwas,butBrandipickeditup,andifshethoughtthatthiswasagoodidea,maybeIhadto
give it another chance. Really, if I could see Alec without his daughter involved, that

wouldbegreat.

A L E C

sobelandIhadn’tspokensincethemuseum.Iwasn’tsurewhatthatmeant.Bethhad
really been rude to Isobel, throwing attitude back in my face. Where were the days

where she looked up to me as a hero? When Beth had been a little girl, she would do
everything I said; she would worship the ground I walked on. Somewhere, that had
changed.Now,itfeltlikeIwasjustintheway.

Maybe,allteenageparentsfeltthatway.Itwassomethingwewouldgetthrough,butit

wasaffectingmyrelationships.IfthatwaswhatitwaswithIsobel.

I grounded Beth for what she said at the museum. I had never seen her act out that

much.Punishingherhadbeentherightthingtodo,butIwasscaredthatthedamagehad
alreadybeendone.

Iwasn’tsureIsobelwantedanythingtodowithmeanymore.IfIwastryingtobuilda

relationship with someone, and they had a child that was so rude to me, would I walk
away?Maybe.Iwouldn’twantsomeoneelse’sproblemstobecomemyown,andIsobel
wasyoungenoughthatshecouldthinkthatway.Shecouldfindayoungermantobewith,
anytime.

WhatwasIdoing?WhydidIkeepthinkingaboutherassomeoneIwasdating,rather

than just a fling? So far, Isobel and I had fucked. I had taken her virginity. There was
nothingmoretoitthanthat.Yes,IhadwantedhertomeetBeth,butthatwasforthesake
ofkeepingthingsstraightinmyownlife,formakingherfirsttimemoremeaningful.And
ithadblownupinmyface,anyway.Isobeldidn’tneedthiskindofshitinherlife.

Thatwaswhatgottome.WhatifIsobelturnedaroundandwalkedaway?Therewas

nothingIcoulddoaboutthat.BethandIwouldcarryonlivingalifewithoutawoman.
Was that really what we needed? Maybe I went too far with this. Maybe, I saw every
womanthatcrossedourpathassomeonethatcouldfitinwithourfamily.Maybeitwas
becauseIfeltguiltyaboutBethgrowingupwithoutamother.

I went through the motions, doing my routine as usual. When I taught my class, I

spottedIsobelatthebackinherusualseat.Shedidn’tstareatmethewaysheusuallydid.
Instead,hereyeswereonhernotes,andshewasscribblingfuriously.Ihadnoideawhat
shewasthinking.

Whenclasswasfinallyover,IcalledIsobelaside.Shelookedreluctanttocomewith

me,butshedid,andthatwasthestart.

“I’m sorry for what happened on Saturday,” I said when we were alone. The lecture

hall was empty, and it was just the two of us, standing by the podium. “Beth was
completely out of line. I punished her for it, but I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I
thinkwemightbeenteringtheteenageyearsandIfeelI’llonlybegettingmoreofthis.”

Isobelshookherhead.“Iappreciateit,Alec,”shesaid.“ButIdon’tknowifweshould

bedoingthis.”

“Whatdoyoumean?”

“Ican’tgetbetweenthetwoofyou,”Isobelsaid.“Itwouldbewrong,andit’sobvious

thatBeththinksyourrelationshipisbeingthreatened.Iwon’tbetheonetobreakthetwo
ofyouapart.”

IputmyhandsonIsobel’sshoulders,andsheblinkedatme.Iwasn’tsureifcontact

was welcomed after what had happened with Beth, but I didn’t want Isobel to just walk
outofmylife

“Please,giveusonemoreshot?Bethmightjustneedsometimetowarmuptoyou.”

Isobelthoughtaboutit,andtherewasamomentwecouldgoeitherway.Ihadnoidea

whichwayshewasleaning;ifIwouldstillgetnoattheendofit.

Finally,shenodded.“Okay,”shesaid.“I’lltryagain,butBethisquiteahandful.She

knowsexactlywhattosay.”

I nodded. “She got her fire and spirit from her mother. I have never been that good

withmytongue,thatgoodwithwords.It’sawonderfultrait,theytellme.Apparently,it
pointstointelligence.Sometimes,Ijustwishshewouldbehave.”

Isobelsmiled.“Iguessthisiswhatwomenareabout.We’realwayskeepingthemen

inourlivesontheirtoes.”

Inodded,smilingbackather.Thetensionhadbeenbroken,andIknewthatshewasn’t

going to leave just yet. It was a relief. There was something about Isobel that made me
wanttotry.Shewasdifferentthantherestofthem;itdidn’tmattersomuchtomethatshe
wassomuchyounger.Everythingabouthermademefeelaliveagain.AsIthoughtabout
it, my cock twitched in my pants, and I was reminded of the time we had in my office.
WithIsobelonmylap,ridingme,titsinmyface.Ithadbeenbeyondhot.

IsteppedclosertoIsobel,pressingmybodyagainsthers.Shegaspedlightly.

“Whatareyoudoing?”

Ididn’tgiveherachancetospeak,andIdidn’tanswerherwithwords.Igrabbedher

face and pressed my lips against hers. My tongue slid into her mouth, and I tasted her,
exploredher.Herhandssnakedaroundmyneck,andwestoodtogetherinthelecturehall,
kissing.

Itwasgettinghotandheavyagain.Iwasalreadyhardinmypants,andthewayher

body pressed up against mine, the way she gyrated her hips, she was thinking along the
samelinesasIwas.Butwewereatthecollege.Wewereoutintheopen.

Ibrokethekiss.“Wecan’tdothis,here,”Isaid.“Wecan’tgetcaught.”

Westeppedawayfromeachother,reluctantly.WebothknewIwasright.Wehadtobe

morecarefulifweweregoingtodothis.

“You’re right,” Isobel said. She flashed me a devilish smile, and it was sexy. “We’ll

justhavetotakethissomewhereprivate,sometime.”

Inodded,wishingwecoulddoitrightnow.Atleast,therewouldbeanexttime,some

time,anothertime.

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einvitedmeoverfordinneragain.Iaccepted.Heaskedmesonicelyatthelecture
hallifIwouldtryagain,andforhim,Iwould.Ifeltdifferentlyabouthimnowthan

beforewe’dslepttogether.Whereverwewentfromhere,whetherIwoulddealwithBeth
ornot,AlecandIwouldalwayshavethattogether–Ihadgivenmyvirginitytohim.

When I arrived, Beth crept out of her room like a puppy that knew it had done

somethingwrong.

“Thank you for coming,” Alec said with a smile while we stood in the living room.

“Bethwashopingtogetachancetospeaktoyou.”Helookedpointedlyathisdaughter.
Bethsighed.

“I’msorryabouthowIbehavedonSaturday,”shesaid.“Itwasrude.”

Inodded.“It’sokay,”Isaid.“Weallhaveouroffdays.Iappreciatetheapology.”

Beth nodded, still looking like she’d shrunken in on herself. We walked to the patio

where Alec and Beth had set out the cutlery again. We sat down. Beth was quieter, this
time. We talked about everything and nothing, making trivial conversation but the night
wasworthit.Bethwasnicetome.Alecwasadream–notonlywashefuckinggoodin
bed,oronthechair,rather,hewasfunnyandinterestingaswell.

“I’llberightback,”Alecsaidafterwe’deaten.“I’mgettingdessert.”

HedisappearedintothekitchenandBethandIwerealoneatthetable.Sheglancedat

me.Thesilencewasawkward.

“I’mgladyoucame,”Bethsaidafteramoment.Iblinkedather,unsureifI’dheard

herright.Iwassureshehatedme.

“Thankyou,”Isaid.

Shenodded.“Idon’tlikemakingroomforpeopleinthishouse–it’salwaysbeenme

and my dad. But he’s happy, and that’s a big deal. He never thinks about himself even
thoughhetriestolookallbig.So…Iguessthisisnotsobad.”

Icouldn’tbelievewhatIwashearing.IhadbeenconvincedBethhatedmyguts,and

hereshewasn’tonlybeingnice,shewassayingthingsthatmeantsomethingtome.She
wasbeingalittlegrownup,decidingtomoveovertoletsomeoneelsein.

“IappreciatethatBeth,”Isaid.

Shenodded,notmakingeye-contact.

Alec returned with ice cream and chocolate sauce. Beth’s face lit up, and she sat up

likeachild,waitingforherdessert.Shewasstilltoeingtheline,notsurewhenshewas
goingtobealittleolderandwhenshewouldfallbackandbealittlegirlagain.Itwasa
toughtime;Igotthat.Iwouldletthepoorgirloffthehookforbeingdifficultsometimes.

I was glad I hadn’t acted out on Saturday and said horrible things to her after how

she’dtreatedme.Beinganadultwentbothways.

Herphonepinged,andsheglancedatAlec.“CanIgetthat?”sheasked.“Itmightbe

Marci.”

Alec nodded, and Beth pulled her phone out of her pocket. She typed on the screen

beforeshenodded.

“It’sMarci.Herdadwillbehereintenminutes.Isthatokay?”

“AslongasyouguysarebackbynineI’mhappy,sweetheart.Go,getyourstuff.”

Bethgotupandskippedintothehouse.IlookedatAlec.

“She’sgoingtothelibrarywithafriend.Johnispickingherupandbringingherback

again.” He reached across the table for my hand, stroking the back with his fingertips.
“Thatmeanswe’llbealonefortwowholehours.”

Thewayhelookedatmemademeshiver.Iknewwhathewassaying,andmynerve

endingsweresuddenlyonfire.Needranthroughmybody.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived as promised and after kissing Alec on the cheek,

Bethwasoutthedoor.ThedadwavedatAlecfromthecar,openingthedoorforBethand
thentheyweregone.

Alec closed the door again and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I

gaspedwhenhepushedmeupagainstthewallnexttothedoor.Hekissedme,pinningme
with his hip and the thick length of flesh in his pants told me exactly what he’d had in
mindforourtwohoursalonetime.

Alecwastednotimepushinghishandsundermyshirtandpullingdownthecupsof

my bra. His hands were on my breasts, kneading, massaging. My nipples were hard
againsthispalms.

“Iwantyouinmyroom,now,”hegrowledagainstmylips.Alectookmyhandandled

metohisbedroombeforeIcouldanswer.Itdidn’tmatter–theanswerwasyes.

Whenwewereintheroom,hepulledmyshirtoff.Hepickedmeup,walkedmeover

tothebedanddroppedmeonthemattress.Iyelped.Heundidmypantsandpulledthem
off.Hewassodemandingitwasahellofaturnon.Iwantedhimtofuckme.

“Onyourknees,”heordered,andIobeyed.Iwasstarknaked,andhewasstilldressed.

HeundidhispantswhileIkneeledbeforehimandpulledouthiscock,thickandhard,the
tipalreadywet.Iopenedmymouth,andhepushedintomymouth.Itookinthelengthof
him,workingmywaydownhisshaftuntilhistippusheddownmythroat.Hepushedhis
handsintomyhairandheldmyheadinplace,buckinghishipssothatheslidinandout.
Hefuckedmymouth,andI’dimaginedthisscenariosomanytimesIwassoakingwet.

Alecpulledback,suddenly,gasping.“That’senough,”hesaidinabreathyvoice.“Get

upandbendoverthebed.”

Ididasheasked.Iwastremblingwithdesire,readytodoanythinghewanted.Hehad

beensodemanding,sodominating.ItwasmorethanIcouldeverhavehopedfor.WhenI
fantasized about Alec, this was what we would be doing. I had never thought it would
cometrue.

With my hands on the bed and ass pointing at Alec, he grabbed my hips with his

hands, his fingers digging into my skin. He was in control, and I liked it. He positioned
himselfatmyentrance,andIwasdrippingwet.Whenhistippushedagainstmyentrance,
Iheldmybreathinanticipation.Heslidintome,andIcriedoutashesplitmeopen.His
dickwasslick,hard,slidinginandoutofme.Icriedoutashefuckedme,hammeringinto
meharderandharder.

Alecslidhishandupmyback,andIshivered.Hegrippedmyhairandpulleditback

sothatmybackwasarched,pushingmybreastsoutandheheldmeinplace.Hefucked
meharder,still,poundingintome,andIcriedoutwitheverystroke,moaningloudly.

This was so much better than the first time. I’d heard that. The first time had been

goodbutthis…thiswasfuckingfantastic.

Itdidn’ttakelongbeforemyfirstorgasmshatteredthroughmybody.Iconvulsed,my

legstrembling,strugglingtoholdupmybody.AlecletgoofmyhairsoIcoulddropmy
head and I shuddered, feeling my body clamp down around him. He groaned as he
pumpedintome.

Whenhepulledout,Iwhimpered.Iwasrawalready,sensitive.

“Turnaround,”hecommanded,usinghishandsonmyhipstohelpflipmeover.Ilaid

onmyback,andmythighsfellopenforhim.Aleccrawledbetweenmylegsandpushed
intomewithoutceremony.Icriedoutagain,andhedidn’tstartslowlyandworkhisway
up.Hepumpedintomehardfromtheget-go,anditwasdelicious,justthissideofpain
andthekindofroughIneeded.

Iorgasmedanothertime.Itrockedthroughmybody,andIwasleftlimpandpanting

afterward.WhenIcameagain,Alecaskedforanotherpositionchange,andIwasontop
ofhim.Irodehim.IfuckedhimashardasIcould,buckingmyhipsbackandforth,my
breastsswinginginAlec’sface.Hereachedforthemandsqueezedthem.

My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, and I rubbed myself up into a frenzy while I

fucked him, pushing for another orgasm. It came hard and fast, and I collapsed on his
chest,convulsingandshuddering.Alecwrappedhisarmsaroundmybodyandfuckedme
frombeneath,hammeringintomewhileIorgasmed.Iprolongedit,stretcheditoutuntil
allIknewwaswhatweweredoing,ourbodiescolliding.

Alec shoved himself deep inside me, and he came, too, releasing. He groaned in my

ear, and we lay in a pile of limbs, gasping and breathing hard, riding the orgasm out,
meldingtogetheruntilIdidn’tknowwhereIendedandhebegan.

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wasonmywaytoclassearlywhenIsawIsobel,leaningagainstthewalloutsideher
ownclass.Shewasdeepinthought,clutchingbookstoherchest.Shewasthesexiest

thingI’deverseen.Herdarkhairframedherface,herbodywasslenderandflashbacksto
lastnightfloodedmymind.Irememberedhernakedandbentoverinfrontofme,herass
agiftfromthegods.

Likeastalker,Istoodafewfeetawayfromherandjustwatchedher.Everythingabout

herwasmesmerizing.

Finally, I walked toward her, and she saw me. She smiled when she did, her face

changing.

“Goodmorning,”Isaid.“Youdoingokay?”

Shenodded.“Morethanokay.”

I put my hands into my pocket and rocked back and forth on my feet. “I wanted to

thankyou,”Isaid.

“Forwhat?”Sheasked.

“FortryingsohardwithBeth,”Isaid.“Itmeansalottome.”

Isobelnodded.“Anytime,”shesaid.Shesmiledatme,anditwasdazzling.Hereyes

were a bright evergreen, her lips perfectly kissable and I leaned in toward her. She
hesitated,butletmekissher.Iputmyhandonherhip,touchingherasmuchasIdared.
Mytongueslidintohermouth,andshetastedlikegoodmemoriesandfamiliarity,likea
chancetotryagainwhenIhadn’tallowedmyselfthatbefore.

Igotlostinher.Everythingabouthermademefeelalive.ThelasttimeIhadfeltthis

wayaboutawoman,ithadbeenwithLiz.Iwasn’ttryingtoconvincemyselfthatIwasin
lovewithIsobel,butIrecognizedthefeelings.

WhenIbrokethekiss,Isobel’scheekswereflushed,andshewassmiling.Shelooked

alittleshy;Ilikeditthatway.Shesurprisedmeeverytime.

Someoneclearedathroatbehindme,andIturnedaround.Oneofmystudentsstaredat

me,andIknewthathehadseenus.Hiseyesweredarkwithaquestiononhisface.

Shit.

“Terence,”Isaid,butheturnedaroundandwalkedaway.Hewasn’tgoingtodiscuss

thiswithme.

Wewereintrouble.

“Ihavetogo,”IsaidtoIsobel.Herfacehadchanged,too.Howmuchtroublewould

webein?

I walked to class and arrived in time for it to start. My students filed in one by one,

Terencearrivinglast.Iwassuddenlyparanoid.Hadhebeentoseesomeone?Whywashe
late?Ofcourse,studentswerelateallthetime,andhewasstillintimeforthebeginning
oftheclass.

TherewasnothingIcoulddoaboutitotherthanteachmyclass.So,Istoodinfrontof

theclass,goingthroughthelesson.Iwasstrugglingtoconcentrate.Iwasscaredthatthis
would come back to bite me in the ass. I glanced at Terence, but he didn’t make eye
contact. Did he usually pay attention in my class? Did he usually stare at me when he
wasn’tstaringatmenow?Iwasn’tevensure.

Allmyclasseswerethesamelength,buttodayitfeltlikeitwascarryingonforever.I

didn’t have enough study material to cover the class, and I tried to fill in the gaps with
exercises that didn’t make sense and didn’t help. The class was getting irritated, and so
wasI.Itwasawkwardandstrained.Ormaybe,itwasjustbecauseIfeltlikeIhadbeen
caught.But,whatisittheysayaboutdoingthewrongthing?Ifyouweregoingtobreak
therules,youhadtobewillingtosuffertheconsequences.

Theproblemwas,Ihadn’tconsideredtheconsequences.EverythingaboutIsobelhad

beendistracting;everythinghadbeensomethingthatIwanted.Ihadn’tthoughtasfaras
consideringthatImighthavetolosesomethinginreturn.

Finally,theclassendedandmystudentsleftinthesametrickletheyhadarrived.Iwas

leftaloneinthelecturehall,turningtheeventsbeforeclassoverandoverinmymind.It
wasgoingtobeokay,right?

Ididn’thaveanyotherclasses,soIdecidedtogohome.Spendingtimeinmyoffice

where I would torture myself with what had happened would only make things worse. I
packed my bag with the papers I still needed to grade, locked my office and walked
throughthecorridorstowardtheparkinglot.

“Alec,”someonecalledmefromtheside,andIturnedtoseeHarryNicholson.Hewas

the Dean of the Psychology Department, a stocky man that looked like he didn’t put up
with any shit. “In my office, please,” he said. I swallowed. He called me in a couple of
times before, and I’d never been in trouble. It would be fine, I told myself. This would
probablyjustbearoutinecheck-in,likebefore.

Nicholson’sofficewasrawanduninviting.Hehadonlywhatheusedintheoffice,and

nothing more, not even photos of friends and family. There was no plant in the corner,
nothingbutblindsinfrontofthewindow,nothingtomakeyoufeelatease.Ormaybe,it
washissternexpressionthatmademefeelnervous.

“Howarethingsgoing?”Heasked.Isatdownonthechairoppositehimandnodded.

“Can’tcomplain,”Isaid.“Midtermsarecomingupanditsalwaysacrunch,”Isaid.

Nicholsonnodded.“Good,good.Iwantedtotalktoyouaboutoneofyourstudents.”

Iwaitedforhimtokeeptalking.Iwasn’tgoingtoask.IfIansweredlikesomething

waswrong,itwouldjustshowthatIknewsomethingwaswrong.IwouldcarryonlikeI
wasn’tassuming.

“Thereisnoeasywaytosaythis,Alec,”Nicholsonsaid.“Iheardsomethingthatisof

someconcerntome.”

I nodded. I knew what this was about. Terence had run away and told on me like a

primaryschoolkid.IguessedIcouldn’tblamehim.

“Youwanttotellmeifthisistrue?”Nicholsonasked.

“Ifyoutellmewhatyouheard,Icantellyouwhathappened.”Sometimes,theeasiest

thingwas to actlike I didn’tknow what was goingon. That way,I couldn’t talk myself
intoacorner.

“There is an allegation that you are having an affair with one of your students,”

Nicholsonsaid.

Blood drained from my face even though this was what I had expected. A hollow

feelingopenedinmychest,anditfilledveryquicklywithregret.CouldwhatIhadwith
Isobelbeclassifiedasanaffair?HowmuchcouldIsaywithoutdiggingmyselfagrave?

“The woman in question is a teacher’s assistant,” I said, starting with the simple

things.Maybe,ifIpointedoutwhoshewas,itwouldseemlessintense.

Nicholson shook his head. “You know as well as I do what the consequences of

somethinglikethiscanbe,”hesaid.“We’relookingatasuspension,Alec.Iwouldhateto
loseagoodprofessorlikeyou.But,rulesarerules…”

I nodded, pursing my lips together. There was nothing I could say in my defense. It

wouldbeunfairtoassumethattheywouldgivemealighterpunishmentwhentherewere
otherprofessorsandteachersthatdidworsethings.

“I will open an investigation on this, Alec,” Nicholson said. “We have to get to the

bottomofthis,andmaybeastudentwasexaggerating.I’mnotsureifIshouldtakeyour
silenceasaconfessionofsorts,orconfidencethatthisisjustarumor.”

Iwassurprisedthathewaswillingtogivemethebenefitofthedoubt.Maybethatwas

becauseIhadgivenalotofyearstothisuniversity,stickingtotherules,doingwhatIdid
best. Maybe it was those years I was sacrificing, now. What was it they said about
hindsight?

“OnceIhaveabitmoreinformationfromthepartiesinvolved,Iwillcallyouinagain,

andwecanseewherewegofromthere.”

This was a ray of sunshine. It gave me a bit of time to see if there was something I

could do about it. It wasn’t like I could threaten Terence, telling him to withdraw his
accusation,butmaybetherewassomethingIcoulddo.

“Thankyou,Mr.Nicholson,”Isaid,standingupandextendingmyhandtoshakehis.

Hetookmyhandinhis.Hewasjustdoinghisjob;itwasapitythatamanaswillingto
rootformeashewaswouldhavetofindoutthatwhathehadheardwastrue.

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yclassesdidn’tstartuntillater,soItookthetimetosleepinabit,catchuponthe
time I had lost. I had to admit, some of the time I had laid awake at night I had

beenworryingaboutourrelationshipandwhatweweregoingtodonowthatwehadbeen
caught. When Alec had told me that the kid in the corridor had run to the Dean of the
Psychology Department, I had been sure the relationship would be over. Before we had
endedtheconversationonthephone,Alechadassuredmethatwecouldgetaroundthis,
butIwasn’tsosure.

Igotintotheshower,washingmyhairbeforeIgotreadytogotoclass.Istillhadabit

oftimetokill,whenIgotatext.ItwasfromBeth.

Please,helpme.

My blood ran cold. I dialed her number and pressed my phone against my ear. She

answeredonthefirstring,soundinghysterical.

“What’swrong?”Iasked.

“I…I’msosorrytobotheryou…Ithinkmyperiodstarted.”

Irelaxedimmediately.Thiswasnotlife-and-death.Allsheneededwassomeonetobe

amothertoher,andshehadreachedouttome.

“Whereareyou,school?”

“No…Ishouldbe,butwhenthathappened,Ifreaked.I’llsendyoualocation.”

Ihungup,grabbedmyhandbagandjumpedinthecar.MyphonebeepedwithaGPS

locationcomingthrough.Iturnedmycarinthedirectionshehadsentme.

When I arrived, Beth was in the bathroom of a rundown diner. Of all the places to

cometo…ButIunderstoodthatshewaspanickingaboutit.Icouldn’timaginewhatithad
tobeliketogothroughsomethinglikethiswithoutamother.Minehadbeentherewith
me, helping me when I had started my period, hugging me in congratulating me on
becomingawoman.

“Beth?”Iasked,walkingintotheladies’room.“It’sIsobel,honey.”

“I’minhere,”shesaidfromoneofthestallsandunlockeditforme.Ipushedthedoor

opencarefully.Bethsatonthetoilet,pantsaroundherankles,facestreakedwithtears.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it.” I kneeled in front of her and found a pad in my

handbag. I showed her how to open it, putting it on her panties, making sure that it
wouldn’tmove.Whenwewerefinished,IturnedaroundsoBethcouldfinishup.WhenI
heardthetoiletflush,Bethclearedherthroat.Iturnedaround.

“Thankyou,”shesaidwithoutmakingeyecontact.

“Ofcourse,anytime,”Isaid.“Usgirlshavetosticktogetherthroughthesethings.”

Bethlookedatmeforthefirsttime,hereyesalittlemoretrusting,now.Shehadher

father’seyesIrealized.Graylikeacloudysky,fullofemotion.

“Iskippedschool,”Bethsaid,scratchingherhead.“Idon’tknowwhattodonow.”

I shook my head. “How about, I go with you back to school and explain to your

principalwhathappened?”

“Isn’tthatweird?”Bethasked.

I shook my head. “She’s a woman, right? She’ll understand. We’ve all been through

this.”

Shethoughtaboutitforaminutebeforeshenodded.“Okay,”shesaid,hesitantly.

We walked to my car, and Beth got into the passenger seat, doing up her seatbelt. I

drovetheshortdistancebacktoschoolandwalkedintothebuildingwithher.Westopped
at the Principal’s office where I explained to the woman, an elderly grandmother type,
what had happened. She was very understanding, promising that Beth would not be
punishedforthis,provideditdidn’thappenagain.Bethagreed,apologizingforhandlingit
wrongbeforeshewentbacktoclass.IstayedbehindinthePrincipal’soffice.

“CanIhaveawordwithyou?”ThePrincipalasked.

Inodded,sittingdownagain.

“Bethisaveryspecialgirl,”shesaid.“Areyouveryinvolvedwithher?”

IhesitatedbeforeInodded.Ididn’tknowifmyrelationshipwithhercountedas‘very

involved’.Butshe’dcalledme.Tome,thatcountedforsomething.

“It’simportanttomethatBethhasawomanfigureinherlifetoleanon,”thePrincipal

said.“Iknowthatshegrewupwithoutamother,andinherteenageyearsshe’sgoingto
needsomeonetolookupto,toturnto.”

That was a lot of pressure. To meet someone’s daughter because I wanted to have a

flingwithhimwasonething,butbeingsomeonethatsaiddaughtercouldlookupto,turn
to,seeasamotherfigureofsorts,wasawholedifferentstory.

“Beth is definitely a wonderful child,” I said. “I have no experience being a mother,

butI’mmorethanwillingtobethereforherwhensheneedssomeonetoleanonwhenshe
needsafriend.”

Ihopedthatwasenough.ThePrincipalnodded,smiling.“That’sallwecantrytodo,”

shesaid.“Evenwhenwearemothersourselves.”

We smiled at each other, and an understanding passed between us. I didn’t know

exactly where my relationship – or whatever it would be with the allegations at the

university– with Alec would go, but I would be there for Beth, even if it were just as a
friendnomatterwhat.IknewwhatitmeanttoneedsomeoneandifBethneededsomeone
likemewhowasItosayno?MaybeIwastakingonabiggerresponsibilitythanIknew
what to do with, she wasn’t my problem after all, but I felt very flattered that she had
thoughtofmeinatimeofneed.Iwantedtobethekindofpersonshecouldrelyon,long-
term.

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couldn’t believe what was happening. It was so easy to fall for someone, to do
somethingwithoutthinkingoftheconsequences.Suddenly,mycareeratUCLAwasa

bigquestion.Myfutureasaprofessorwasunsure.IhadnoideaifIwouldretirewitha
pension.Itriednottoworkmyselfuptoomuch,butitwashardtokeepcalmwhenIknew
thattheywereinvestigatingmeforanaffairwiththestudents.

It had only been one woman, one kiss. How could this have gotten blown out of

proportionsomuch?

Ihadn’tspokentoIsobelsincewehadtheconversationabouttheallegation.Shewas

distantfrommewhenIhadmyclasses.Shesatinthecorner,mindingherownbusiness,
reading textbooks for her own degree instead of the class that she was supposed to be
assistingmewith.Ididn’tblameher.Iwasjustasworriedasshewas.

Iwasn’tsurewhatscaredmemore;losingIsobelorlosingmycareer.

Theinvestigationwasstillpending.HarryNicholsonhadcalledTerenceintohisoffice

andgottenawrittenstatementfromhim.IsobelandIhadtomeetwithNicholsoninthe
fewdaysaftertotalkaboutoursideofthestoryandifitcouldn’tresolvetheissuethen
andthere,itwouldgotoadisciplinaryhearing.Somethinglikethatwouldruinme.

Ididn’twanttolietotheDeanforthesakeofmycareeranddenythatanythinghad

happened in front of her, not in a way that she would think that what we had wasn’t
important. It was very important to me. At the same time, I didn’t want to lose all the
yearsthatIhadworkedasaprofessoratthecollege,buildingupareputation.

Ihadnoideawhattodo.ThatIdidn’thaveIsobeltotalktoaboutallofthismadeit

thatmuchharder.

Aftermyclasses,Iwenttoabarclosetotown.IhadcalledLiamandtoldhimwhat

washappening,andhehadofferedtomeetwithme.Havingsomeonetotalktoaboutthis
reallyhelpedandasfarasIknew,hehadbeeninasimilarsituation.Whateverthecase
waswithhislovelife,hehadadaughter,soheunderstoodwhatitmeantformetolose
mycareer.

WhenIsawLiam,Iheldupmyhand,greetinghim.Helookedgreat,asalways.He

had aged a couple of years – make that eighteen – since we had been in the military
together,buthewasconfidentasever.

“Thanksformeetingwithme,man,”Isaidwhenwewalkedintothebar.Wesatata

smalltableintheback,afterorderingbeers.

“Anytime,”Liamsaid.“What’sgoingon?”

I explained to him what happened, what Isobel and I were doing and how a student

hadcaughtus.WhenIwasdonetalking,Liamraisedeyebrowsatme,sippinghisbeer.I
didthesame.

“CanIaskyousomething?”Liamasked.

Inodded.

“Howdoyoufeelabouther?”

“Itoldyou,we’vebeenfucking.”

Liamshookhishead.“Fuckingeachotherhasnothingtodowithfeelings,”hesaid.“I

wanttoknowhowyoufeelaboutthiswoman.”

I took a deep breath, ready to say no when I stopped myself. How did I feel about

Isobel? How would I feel if she walked away now? I couldn’t say that I didn’t feel
anythingaboutheratall.Infact,Ifeltquiteabit.

“Okay,maybeI’mintoher.”

Liamgrinned.“That’sgoodenoughforme,”hesaid.“Doyouknowwhosheusedto

workfor?”

I blinked at Liam. Isobel had told me that she used to work in a bike’s parts store, I

didn’tthinkIhadtoknowhim.

“It’sSpencerDaughtry,”Liamsaid.

Ifrowned.“Spencer?AsinSpence,thekidfromtheplatoon?”

Liamlaughedandnodded.

“My God,” I said. I couldn’t believe it. Spencer Daughtry had served in the military

alongwithmeandLiam.Hehadbeenjustakidbackthen,ahighschooldropoutthathad
wanted to join the Army to get away from home. I couldn’t imagine that Spencer and
Isobelkneweachother.

“Damn,smallworld,”Isaid.

Liamnodded.

“Whyareyoutellingmethis?”Iasked.

Liamshrugged.“Ijustthoughtyouneededtoknowwhoyouaredealingwith.”

“What,doyouthinkhe’llknockmeoffifIbreakherheartorsomething?”Iasked.

Liam laughed. “Always so defensive, Alec. That’s not what I’m saying at all. What

I’msayingisthatyouhavegotagoodwoman,don’tlethergoforsomethingasstupidas
anallegation.Youcanalwaysmakeithappen,butlosingawomanlikethat,awomanthat
youlove,it’sawholedifferentkindofloss.”

Inodded.Iknewallaboutlosingsomeoneandhavingtoworkthroughthepain.When

I’dlostLiz…Icouldn’teventhinkaboutgoingthroughthatagain.Ididn’tknowhowI

hadsurvivedinthefirstplace.AndBethwasoldenoughtoknowIsobelnow,too.Ididn’t
thinkshewouldbeashurtasIwouldbe,though,Iwasn’tsuresheevenlikedIsobel.Still,
introducingpeopleintoherlifejusttohavethemrippedawayagainwasn’tfair.

Liamtookanotherswigofhisbeer,andwesatinsilenceforawhile,drinking.

“So,whatareyougoingtodo?”Liamasked

Ishookmyhead.“Ihavenoidea.Ineedsometimetothinkaboutit;alotisatstake.”

Liamnodded.Hehadadaughter.Hehadlostawife.Hehadacareer.Heknewexactly

whatwasatstakeandwhatIwasgoingthrough,evenifhehadn’texperiencedlosinghis
careerhimself.TherewasalotformetothinkaboutandIhadnoideawheretostart.

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ySaturday, I was pretty sure everything was over between us. I hadn’t heard from
Alec since the allegations on Thursday. He hadn’t tried to call me, avoided me

duringclass,madeitclearthatwhateverwehadhad,itwasn’tworthallofthis.

I guess I couldn’t have blamed him. I was the one that had seduced him, made my

intentionscleartohim.Hewastheonethathadturneditintomore.Now,Iwastheone
thatfeltlikeIhadlostsomuch.Iwasconfused,brokenhearted.

BrandiandIwereoutonthetown.Shehadtoldmetoshower,getdressedsothatshe

couldtakemeout.SheknewthatIwashurting.Ihadn’ttoldhernearlyasmuchaboutour
relationshipasshewouldhavelikedtoknow,butsheknewthatmyheartwasbrokenand
thatIneededadistraction.

What was worse than my own pain was what I had done to Alec. I felt like I had

fucked up his career, his life. He had a daughter to think of, and now I had left them
withoutasalary.Whatiftheylethimgo?Iwasyoungenoughtostillbouncebackfrom
somethinglikethis.Ifthiswenttoadisciplinaryhearing,theywouldvoteinmyfavor;I
wouldbethevictim.Inreality,itwasAlecthathadbeenavictim.Ifeltlikeshitaboutit.
Guiltthreatenedtoconsumeme.

BrandiandIsatatthebar,andIorderedonecocktailaftertheother.Iwantedtodrown

myselfinalcohol,getsodrunkthatIcouldn’trememberthepain.

“Slowdown,Izzy,”Brandisaid,concerned.

“Why?I’mastudent.Aren’tIsupposedtobeabletodostupidthings?”EvenIcould

hearhowbitterthatsounded.“MaybeIshouldjustdropout.”

Brandishookherhead.“Comeon,shithappens,Izzy.Youcan’tgiveuplikethis.You

stillhaveclassnextweek;youstillhavetomakeafutureforyourself.”

“AndwhataboutAlec?WhataboutBeth?Didn’tIjusttaketheirfuturesaway?”

Brandisighed,exasperated.“Iwishyouwouldtellmeeverythingthathadhappened,”

she said. “I know that you had been caught kissing him in the corridor, but why is this
hurtingyousomuch?Howmuchmoredidyoudo?”

“Everything,”Isaid.“Igavehimeverything.AndthenItookeverythingfromhim.”I

realizedIsoundedterrible,melodramatic.Iwasalreadysodrunk.Nottoodrunktofeel,so
I needed more. I lifted my hand to wave over the bartender, but Brandi pushed my arm

downagain.

“Take it easy, Izzy,” she pleaded. “This is not the end of the world. You’re really

drunk,don’tsayanythingnow,don’tmakeanydecisionsthatyoumayregretlater.”

Ichuckledwithoutexpression.“Toolate,”Isaidanddownedthelastbitofmydrink.

I knew I couldn’t carry on feeling sorry for myself like this. Brandi was right, of

course. She usually was. We weren’t only best friends because we shared an apartment.
She looked at life differently than I did, she was full of wisdom. This time, though, I
didn’tfeellikeanykindofwisdomthatshehadtoshareonthetopicwouldchangethings.
This was all my fault, I had gotten myself into this mess, and I didn’t know how to get
myselfoutagain.IhadtofixthisforAlec,ifnotformyself.Ijustdidn’tknowhow.

My phone pinged. I fished for it in my bag, found it, and read the text that had just

comethrough.ItwasfromAlec,askingmetocomeover.

“Idon’tthinkthat’sagoodidea,”Brandisaid.“You’rereallydrunk.I’mscaredyou’ll

dosomethingyou’llregret.”

“Again,toolate,”Isaid.Ilookedformypurseandflippedthroughitlookingforcash.

IfoundthebillsandtriedtoconcentrateonhowmuchIhadtopayformyalcohol.AfterI
struggled a while, Brandi took the purse from me and helped me out. What were best
friendsfor?

“Ifyou’regoingtoinsistongoing,takeacab,atleast.”Brandihadgivenuptryingto

getmetoberesponsible.“Idon’twantyoudrivinginthisstate.”

Inodded.“Thankyou,Brandi,you’reagreatfriend.”Igotoffthebarstool,balancing

onunstablelegs.Iwalkedtothedoor,withBrandiguidingmetoacab.Igavethedriver
theaddress,andBrandimadesurethatIwasreadytogobeforethecabpulledoff.

Themotionofthecarmademefeelsick,butinnotime,IwasinfrontofAlec’splace.

Igotoutandwalkedtohisfrontdoor,focusingonnottrippingoverthebricks.Heopened
itformebeforeIknocked,expectingme.

“Areyoudrunk?”Heaskedwhenhesawme.

Therewasnoreasontodenyit.Inodded.

Hesighed.“I’msorryit’sgonethisfar,”hesaid.“Weshouldhavespokensooner.”

I walked with him to the living room and sat down on the couch. I was more

comfortablenowthatIwasn’tonmyfeet,mybalancelessquestionable.

“Why did you ask me to come over?” I asked. Now that I was drunk, all my

inhibitionswerelowered.AllIcouldthinkaboutwashowIfeltabouthim,howIwanted
tofuckhim.Ofcourse,thatwasoutofthequestionnow.

“BecauseIwantedtoknowsomething.”Hetookmyhandinbothofhis,strokingthe

backofmyhandwithhisthumb.“Iwillgetfiredforyou,”hesaid.

Iblinkedathim.“What?”

“WhatI’mtryingtosay,”hesaid,“isthatifitcomesdowntoit,Iwouldratherlose

myjobthanloseyou.”

I turned over his words in my mind. Could I really let something like this happen?

CouldIletafatherlosehisincomewhenhehadadaughtertotakecareof?Ofcoursenot.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want that. I was thinking, I’ll do school

online.”

Alex frowned at me. I narrowed my eyes, trying to focus on his features. If I didn’t

concentrate,Isawdouble.

“You can’t do that,” he said. “The reason you came to Los Angeles was so that you

couldstudyatUCLA,gotoclass.Youtoldmesoyourself.Iwon’tletyougivethatup,
now.”

“Well, that’s not up to you,” I said. I sounded a little bit like the defiant teenager, a

littlebitlikeBeth.Theideawasfunny,andIgiggled.

Alecpressedmyknucklestohislips,kissingmyhand.“Youdon’tunderstand,Isobel.

I’mnotgoingtoletyoudothis.Iwon’ttakeeducationfromyou.”

“You’renottakingmyeducationfromme,”Isaid.“Ifyougetfired,youdon’thavea

careeranymore.ButifIstudyonline,I’mstillgettinganeducation,justnotinthesame
place as your work.” I was impressed by myself. I was making a lot of sense for the
amountofalcoholIhadconsumed.“Iwanttocontinuethisrelationship.”

Thereitwas,putintowords.Ididn’tthinkIwouldhavedonethatifIwassober.

“God,Isobel,”Alexsaid.“Whydoyouhavetobesospectacular?”

Hedidn’tgivemeachancetothinkaboutananswer.HeleanedforwardquickerthanI

couldfollow,pressinghislipsagainstmine.Thekisswaswetandneedy,drawingmein.
After three days of thinking that we were over, this was exactly what I needed. I kissed
himback,throwingmyarmsaroundhisneck,pressingmybodyagainsthis.Iwantedto
drink him in, consume what he gave me. I didn’t know how long this would last, how
muchofthisIwouldget,IwantedtotakeasmuchasIcouldrightnow.

Alec guided me backward so that I lay down on the couch. He crawled onto me,

pushingmylegsopenwithhis.Heheldhimselfupenoughsothathedidn’tcrushme,his
body pressed against mine. His skin was scalding hot through his shirt, my shirt. I was
consumedbyneed.Ineededhiminsideofme.Iwantedtogivemyselftohimcompletely.
Untilnow,that’swhatIthoughtIhaddonewhenhehadtakenmyvirginity.Irealizednow
thattherewassomuchmoretothis.Ifeltsomuchmore.WhenIhadsetouttofuckmy
professor,Ihadneverimaginedsomethinglikethiswouldhappen.

IhadneverimaginedIwouldfallforthemanthathadfueledmyfantasies.

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sobelwantedtobewithme.Shewaswillingtomakesacrificestomakeithappen.Not
onlywasIincrediblyflatteredbyit,butalsoincrediblyturnedon.Mycockwashard

inmypants,throbbingwithneed.Iwantedtoputitinsideofher.Iwantedtoclaimheras
mineagainandagain.

Wemadeoutonthecouch,herbodysoftandmalleablebeneathme.Iknewshewas

drunk,butIwasundernoillusionaboutherabilitytomakedecisions.Itwaspossiblethat
nowwasthefirsttimeshewascompletelyhonestwithmeaboutherfeelings.AndIwas
startingtobehonestwithmyselfaboutmine.Iwasn’tsureIcouldtellher,yet,butuntilI
wasreadytoIcouldshowherhowIfeltwithmybody.

Iclamberedoffher,grabbedherhandandpulledherup.Herbalancewasterrible,and

shefellagain.Shewasadorable,sodependent.Ilovedit.Igrabbedherfaceandkissed
her again. She melted against me, sighing into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her
body,puttingmyhandonherass.Ipickedherup,andshehelpedme,wrappingherlegs
aroundmyhips.Icarriedhertothebedroom.

WhenIsetherdown,shesmiled.“IhaveatoyIwanttoshowyou,”Isaid

Shelookedsurprised.“Soearlyintothisandwe’realreadydoingtoys?”

Ishookmyhead.“It’snotexactlythatkindoftoy,”Isaid,turningtomycloset.Ihad

boughtittheotherday,andIwaseagertotryit.Ireturnedwiththeboxofthesexswing.I
watchedIsobel’sfaceasshelookedatit,takingitin.

“Idon’tevenknowwhatthatis,”shesaid.

Ichuckled.Hernaivetywassocute.Everythingaboutherinexperienceturnedmeon.

MaybethatwasIwhyhadbeensoturnedonaboutherbeingavirgin.

“I’ll show you,” I said, setting it up. It was a rather large contraption, a four-legged

framewithstrapshangingdownthemiddle.Onestrapwastosupportherbody,onestrap
wastosupporthips,andthereweretwostepsforherfeet.Ikissedheragain,undressing
her.Strippingherofherclotheswasoneofmyfavoritethingstodo.Igotridofmyown
clothes,too.Whenwewerebothnaked,Isteppedbackandtookinherbody.

“Idon’tthinkI’llevergetusedtoseeingyoulikethis,”Isaid.Isobelblushed,andit

wasabeautifulsight.

Ihelpedherintothestraps,havingonestrapgoaroundherback,onesupportingher

assandIhelpedgetherfeetintothestirrups.Isteppedbacktostudymyhandiwork.She
hungintheswing,helpless,herlegsspreadsothatshewasondisplayforme.

“Holy fuck,” I said, running my hand over my body. I touched my dick. I was rock

hard,readytotakeherrightnow.Shewassofuckinghot.

Isobellookedatme,alittleunsurebutIcouldseethelustonherface.Shewasturned

onbythis,bymetakingcharge.Inoticedtheothernightthatsheenjoyedmedominating
her.

Isteppedbetweenherlegs,pushingmyfingersintoherslit.Shewassowetforme,

turnedonbythisnewcontraption.Thatmadetwoofus.ShegaspedwhenItouchedher,
my fingers run over her clit, pushing into her. I fingered her for as long as I was able
before I lost control. I removed my hand and replaced it with my cock. When I pushed
intoher,shemoaned.Shewassuspended,completelyatmymercy.

Istartedfuckingher,pumpingmydickinandoutofherandshecriedout.Iwasable

to go deeper, harder, with her swinging back and forth. The rhythm built a momentum,
anditwasharderandfasterthanIhadbeenabletodowithhersofar.Shescreamed,andI
was glad that Beth was visiting a friend. Even if we had been able to do it without her
knowing,ifsheheardthis,shewouldbeabletoguess.

Isobelcriedout,herbreathcominginquickgasps.HertitsrockedbackandforthasI

fuckedher.

“Alec,”shegasped.“It’stoomuch.”

Istoppedthemomentshesaidittome.Ididn’twantittobetoomuch.

Ihelpedhergetoutoftheswing,archivingtheotherthingsIwantedtodotoherfor

later.Itookhertothebed,laidherdownandcrawledoverher.Shewasbreathinghard,
hereyesglazedover.

“Youalright?”Iasked.

Shenodded,swallowing.Shepulledmeclosertoher.Itookitasasigntocarryon.I

wasglad;Iwasn’tdonewithheryet.

Iplacedmyselfatherentranceagain,pushingin.ShegaspedwhenIdid.Ididn’tthink

Iwouldevergetusedtothis.PushingintoherwasakindofecstasythatIhadn’tfeltina
very long time. Being with Isobel was like coming home. I knew we needed a condom,
butIwantedtofeelherskinagainstmine,tofuckherlikeloversthatworeeachother’s
ringsdid.Itwasstupid,andyetallsenseofreasonwasgoneforme.

Islidinandoutofherwithslowstrokes,lovingher,enjoyingthefeelofherbodytight

allaroundme.Hereyeswereclosed,herlipsparted,andshewastransportedtoanother
world. Her body was soft and perfect beneath me, her tits against my chest with her
nippleshard.

I started going faster, fucking her. She orgasmed, convulsing beneath me, clamping

downaroundmycock.

Whenshewasdone,Ipulledout.Iwantedtotakeherfrombehind.Iwantedtowatch

hergloriousassasIfuckedher.

SheturnedaroundasifsheknewwhatIwantedandIpushedintoheragain.Istarted

poundingintoher,andshecriedout,moaninglouderandlouderasIpushedhercloserto
the edge of yet another orgasm. I was getting close, too. My balls tightened, and my
orgasmwaslikefireinmyloins.WhenIreleasedinsideofher,emptyingmyselfinher
pussy while she orgasmed again and the way her body contracted and released sucked
everylastbitofcomeoutofme.Itwasfuckinghot.

When it was over, I pulled back, and we collapsed on the bed next to each other,

breathing hard. It was easily the best sex I’d ever had, and it wasn’t because of the sex
swing.ItwasbecauseIsobelcaredforme.

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lec and I had to go to Dean Harry Nicholson’s office for a meeting. He was
conductinganinvestigationintotheallegationsaboutAlechavinganaffairwitha

student,andthebestwaywastobringoursideofthestory.AlecandIhaddiscussedthis
and decided that it would be the best idea to come forward. Not with everything, of
course,butenoughtosmooththingsover.

Alecwasconfidentthattheywouldbeabletosortitout,butIwasn’tsosure.Hekept

sayinghehadagoodreputationtofallbackon,butIwasscaredthatthatwasexactlywhat
hewouldlose.

Ihadn’tbeeninDeanNicholson’sofficebefore,butthemomentwewalkedin,Ihated

the place. The walls were painted a dirty beige like Nicholson had spent his whole life
smoking in the office. He didn’t smoke; it was just the color palette. A hideous brown
carpet stretched from wall to wall, and there was nothing in the office that made it look
likesomeonespentallhistimeinhere.

“So,”Nicholsonsaid,“howarewegoingtodealwiththis?”

I wasn’t sure if this was a way to get us to come clean, or if he honestly wanted to

knowasifwecouldmakeitbetterourselves.Iwaswillingtogivehimthebenefitofthe
doubt. He wasn’t a warm man, but I didn’t get the idea that he was out to get us
suspended.

“IthinkIhavetheanswertothat,”Isaid.“Iwanttostarttakingclassesonline.”

Dean Nicholson frowned. “Are you sure? That might affect your grades, Miss

Daughtry.”

I nodded. “I’m sure,” I said. “I don’t want something silly like this to mess up

ProfessorHutson’scareer.Itreallyissuchasillything.”

“Enlighten me, Miss Daughtry,” Nicholson said, interlinking his fingers behind his

head.Hisbodylanguagewascasual,asignthatthiswasn’tasserious,yet.Itdidn’tsetme
ateaseintheslightest,Iwouldstillbeonmyguard.

“Tobehonest,Sir,Ihadsomedumbschoolgirlfantasy.Iwastheonewhokissedhim

theotherday,anditwasallweeversharedtogether.”IlookedDeanNicholsonintheeye,
notwaveringforasecond.TherewasnowayIwaslettingAlecgounderforsomething
like this. I felt him look at me, his eyes boring into me, but I wasn’t going to exchange
glanceswithhim.IneededDeanNicholsontobelieveme.

DeanNicholsonlookedatmeforalongtime,turningeverythingoverinhismind.He

was making a decision. I could hear my blood rush in my ears, hear the second-hand
tickingintheclockagainstthewall.Iwasnervous.DeanNicholson’sfacegavenothing
away,andIdidn’tknowwhichwayhewasleaning.

“Alright,MissDaughtry,”hesaid.“Icanseehowthiscouldhavebeenblownoutof

proportion.Ifthatiswhathappened,andyourdecisionistotakeclassesonline,Idon’tsee
how we can’t forget about the whole thing. You are, as it were, removing yourself from
theequation.”

Inodded.Hebelievedthestory.ItwasallIwanted.

“And you, Alec,” Dean Nicholson said, “I don’t want to hear of anything like this

again.YouhaveasterlingreputationhereatUCLA;Iwouldliketoseeyoucarryonwith
it.”

Alexnodded.“Absolutely,Dean.Youcancountonme.”

We were dismissed, and we got up, leaving the office in silence. We didn’t speak to

eachotheratall.Wehadagreednottobeseentogetheratall.Wehadjustdodgedabullet
andtherewasnoreasontotemptfate.Ileftthecampusanddrovetothebeach.AlecandI
hadagreedtomeetthere.

Tenminuteslater,hearrived,too.HeparkednexttomycarandwalkedtowhereIwas

waiting for him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to hug him, to kiss him. It had
worked,wehadpulleditoff.BeforeIcouldthrowmyselfatAlec,Inoticedhisfacewas
troubled.

“What’swrong?”Iasked.

Alecshookhishead.“Ican’tdothis.”

“Dowhat?”Ihadasinkingfeelinginmystomach.

“Thisallfeelswrong.Youarebeingcompromisedeventhoughwewerebothwrong.”

“Butwecanbetogethernow,”Isaid.“Ididthisforyou.”

Alecshookhisheadagain.“Idon’twanttobetheonethatdidthistoyou.”

Iwasgettingangry.Wehadagreedonthis.Hehadn’tmentionedanythingaboutthis

beforethemeeting.

“Everythingwasfinebeforethemeeting.Everythingwasfineinthemeeting.Whyare

youhavingsecondthoughtsaboutitallofasudden?”

“Becauseonthedrivehere,Irealizedwhatyouhavejustdoneforme.Ican’tletyou

dosomethinglikethis.IfIgoandspeaktoDeanNicholson,maybewecanchangewhat
hashappened.Thereisstilltime.”

Igroaned.“Youareimpossible,”Isaid.“Whycan’tyoujustacceptthatIwantedtodo

thisforyou?Areyousousedtobeingalonethatwhensomeoneisthereforyou,youdon’t
understand?”

Alecwasangrynow,too.“That’snotfair.You’reallowedtodosomethingforme,but

whenit’stheotherwayaround,youfeelrejected?”

I shook my head. This was going the wrong direction. A moment ago, we had the

worldatourfeet,andnowAlecwassteppingalloverit.

“I’mjustsaying,I’muncomfortablewiththis,”Alexsaid.

“Well,I’mjustsayingthatIcan’tletyouwalkaway.

“But,Ihaveto.”

“Alec,Iloveyou,dammit!”

My outburst shocked us both. Neither of us had expected that confession. I had felt

thiswayaboutitforawhilenow,butIhadn’twantedtoadmitittohimortomyself.It
wasoutthere,now.

“What?”

Itookadeepbreath.“Iloveyou,”Isaidagain.

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was stunned. I had known that I felt something for her, but I hadn’t wanted to push
Isobelintosomethingthatshewasn’treadyfor.ShewassomuchyoungerthanIwas,

shehadsomuchofherlifebeforeher.Itwouldhavebeenunfairofmetoexpectherto
stepintoarelationshipwithathirteen-year-olddaughter.Still,whenshetoldmesheloved
me,everythingfellintoplace.Everythingwehadbeenthrough,everythingwehadagreed,
suddenlyfeltright.

“Saysomething,”IsobelsaidwhenIwassilentforawhile.“Ihadjustthrownmysoul

outthereforyou,andyouarelookingatmewithoutsayinganything.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s because no matter what you do, you always seem to surprise

me,”Isaid.“Iloveyoutoo,Isobel.”

Sheblinkedasifshehadn’texpectedtohearmesayitback.Therewasnootherway

around it, though. I loved her. It hadn’t been very long, but I hadn’t waited a very long
timebeforeIhadtoldLiz,either.WhenIknew,Iknew.

AndIknew.

“Whatnow?”Sheaskedasifshewassuddenlyunsurewhattodonow.

“Now, you come home with me,” I said. I took her hand and led her to the car. I

opened the door for her and let her get in. When I walked to my car, I looked over my
shoulder.Shesatinthecar,waitingforme.Shefollowedmehome.

When we arrived at my house, there was no time for talking. I grabbed Isobel and

kissedher.Wemadeourwayintothehouse,kissing,groping.Ipulledoffherclothesin
bitsandpieces,droppingtheminatrailtothebedroom.Shedidthesameforme.Bythe
timewereachedmybed,wewerebothcompletelynaked.

Wecollapsedonthebedinatangleoflimbs,andshegotontopofme.Shestraddled

myhips,bodyhoveringovermyhardcock.Shekissedme,hertongueinmymouth,her
handsinmyhair.Whenshesatdownonme,herpussyonmycock,sheslidherslitupand
downmyshaft,notlettingmeintoher.Itwasabsolutetorture.Shewasteasingme,andI
didn’tknowwhattodowithmyselfuntilIcouldn’tholdback.

WithagrowlIsatup,grabbingherandflippingheraroundsothatIwasontop.She

yelped,lookingatmewithdilatedpupils,facefulloflust.Ikissedher,pinninghertothe
bed.Myhandswereonherwrists,holdingthemaboveherhead.Istretchedthelengthof
my body along hers, pushing myself between her legs. She was so wet for me already.

WhenIpushedintoher,shemoanedlongandlow.IslidinallthewaytothehiltbeforeI
pulledbackandstartedfuckingher.

Iwouldhavelovedtodrawitout,buttheemotionsofthedayheightenedmysenses.

Herconfessionhadturnedmeonasmuchasithadmademehappy.Icouldn’tholdback
verylong.IpushedmyselfintoherasdeepasIcouldgoandreleasedinsideofher.My
orgasmkickstartedhers,andsheconvulsedaroundme,spasming.Herbodycurledaround
mine and she gasped and moaned in my ear. The orgasms lasted forever. It felt like we
rolledfromonewaveofpleasuretoanother.Finally,whentheorgasmsubsided,anditwas
justthetwoofus,lyinginapuddleofsweatonmybed,Isobelsmiledatme.

“Iloveyou,”shesaid,again.Ididn’tthinkIwouldevergettiredofhearingit.

“Iloveyou,too,”Isaid.

Slowly,Islidoutofher.Shegasped,andIlaydownnexttoheronthebed,pullingher

bodyagainstmine.Iheldher,spooningher,relishinginthefactthatshewasmine.

“Thankyou,”Isaid.

“For what,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at me “for the sex? There’s more

wherethatcamefrom.”

Ilaughed,shakingmyhead.“No,forchasingmedown.Iwasreadytowalkaway,but

thatwouldhavebeenthebiggestmistakeofmylife.”

Isobel smiled and turned her head back to the front. Her black hair was against my

cheek,softlikesilk.

“WhataboutBeth?”Isobelasked.“Howarewegoingtodealwiththis?”

I understood what she was asking. Until now, Beth hadn’t exactly been

accommodating. But things have been changing. I didn’t know why, but somehow, Beth
hadcometocareforIsobel.

“Idon’tthinkthatwillbeaproblem,”Isaid,strokingherhair.“Isatdownwithherthe

otherday,tellingherthatyouandIwouldprobablynotgetthroughthis.Itoldherthatwe
wouldn’tbeseeingyouagain.Shestartedcrying.”

Isobelturnedintomeagain.“Really?”Sheasked.

Inodded.“Somethingtellsmethatshewon’tobjecttousbeingtogethersomuch,this

time.”

Isobel was still smiling when she turned her head away from me again, closing her

eyes.Shesighed.Iknewexactlyhowshefelt.Everythingwasokayagain,everythingwas
working out. I still had my career, Isobel had compromised for me, and the two women
thatmeantthemosttomeweregettingalong.Yes,wewouldstillcomeacrossobstacles,
but we could get through them, together. Right now, all I wanted to focus on was my
relationshipwithIsobelandmyrelationshipwithBeth.

Everythingwasperfect.

E P I L O G U E

I S O B E L

OneYearLater

Alec,BethandI,wereouttodinnertogether.Inthepastyear,wehadgrowntogetherasa
familyandnotjustacoupledatingwithathirteen-year-olddaughterlivingwithus.There
was no way we would have been able to do that, anyway. Alec is a very dedicated dad,
andIwasyoungenoughtobefriendswithBethinawaythatanolderwomanmightnot
havebeenabletobe.

Sometimes, there were obstacles, but we managed to get through them. It was all a

learningcurveforme.Steppingintoafamilywithateenagerwasn’talwayseasy,butmy
loveforthetwoofthemalwaysgotmethrough.

“ToBeth,”Alexsaid,liftinghischampagneglass.Wewerecelebratinghergraduation.

Shewasgoingtohighschoolnow.

“Absolutely,”Isaid.“We’resoproudofyou,honey.”

Beth was beaming. There were days where she and I were on the same level.

Sometimes, I felt like we were sisters. Other days, she was so difficult, acting out and
challengingeveryauthority.Iwaswillingtobetthattherewerealotmoreofthosedaysto
come.Iwouldn’thavechosenadifferentlifefortheworld.

“And,toyou,”Alexsaid.“Onyourgraduation,too.”

I had gotten my degree through online classes. It hadn’t been easy, but it had been

worththerelationshipIhadwithAlex.IfIhadtogobackanddoanythingoveragain,I
wouldn’tchangeathing.

WehadbeendatingforfourmonthswhenAlechadaskedmetomoveinwiththem.

The three of us had sat down and discussed what it would be like. Alec and I hadn’t
wantedtomakeadecisionwithouttheinput.WehadthoughtthatBethwouldbeunhappy,
somehow.Wehadhadaroughstart.ButBethhadbeenoverjoyedtoknowthatIwouldbe
staying with them. Even though I was sharing Alex’s bed, she saw it as a constant
sleepover.

Now,oneyearlater,IfeltlikeIhadaplacewhereIbelonged.

“I have something for you,” I said halfway through dinner, “for both of you.” Alex

lookedatme,smiling.Bethloweredherfork.

My stomach twisted in a knot of nerves as I took an envelope from my handbag. I

handedittoAlec,butBethsnatcheditfromme.Ilaughed.

Bethtoreopentheenvelopeandtookoutthecard.Thefronthadanembossedangel

onit.Whensheopenedit,ablackphotofellout.Bethpickeditup,frowning.

“What is this?” She asked. Alec leaned over to look. Beth realized what she was

seeingaboutthesametimeAlecdid.

“I’mgoingtobeasister!?”Shesquealed.IglancedatAlec.Hehadgonepale.Ihadn’t

toldeitherofthem;Ihadn’tknownhowtobreakthenews.Ididn’tknowifAlecwouldbe
upset,orhappy.Instead,hestaredatthepictureinsilence.

“Saysomething,”Isaid.Iwasgettingmoreandmoreworriedthathewouldbeupset

with me. If he didn’t want this baby, I wouldn’t know what to do. It wasn’t exactly
planned.

Alexlookedatme,andhiseyesshimmered.Washecrying?Almostlookedlikeit.He

reachedintohispocketandproducedasmallvelvetblackbox.Itonlytookmeamoment
torealizewhatIwasseeing.

“Oh,myGod,”Bethbreathed.So,thiswasasurprisetoher,too.

“Yes,”IsaidbeforeAleccouldask.Hesmiledandkissedme.

“Oh,grossguys,getaroom,”Bethsaid,butshewasgrinning.“Asiblingandamother

allinonenight!”Shecried.

AlecwasasemotionalasIwas.Heopenedthelittleblackboxandtookoutthering,

slidingitontomyfinger.Itwasbeautiful,agoldenringwithdiamondssetwithprecision.

Therestofdinnerwentbysmoothly.Bethwasinhighspirits,talkingamileaminute

aboutbabiesandweddingsandhowwewouldarrangethehouseoncethenewbundleof
joyarrived.ShewasexcitedtotellMarci,herbestfriend.Alecsaidverylittle.Hesatnext
to me, clutching my hand, a silly grin on his face. I took it that he was happy about the
baby. It was a relief. And us getting engaged? I hadn’t known that he was that serious
aboutme.ButIfeltthesameabouthim.

Afterdinner,weheadedhome.BethaskedifshecouldcallMarcibeforebed.Alecand

Iagreed.WewenttoourroomandheardBeth’sexcitedvoice,muffledthroughthewalls.
Welaytogetherinthedark,listeningtoherchatteraway.

Afterawhile,shehungup.Weheardhermovearound,gettingreadyforbed,andthen

thehousefellquiet.

“Iloveyou,”Alecwhisperedtome.

“Iloveyou,too,”Isaid.

Hekissedme.Irolledagainsthim,pressingmybodyagainsthis.Hishandsliddown

myback,cuppingmyassforamomentbeforehepulledupmyshirt.Ihelpedhimgetit
offbeforeIdidthesameforhim.Bitbybit,AlecandIundressedeachother.

Iranmyhandsthroughhischesthair,feelingtheheatofhisskin,thebeatingofhis

heart beneath my fingertips. The length of his cock was against my hip. I pulled up my

leg,andwefacedeachotherwhenheenteredme.Itwassointimate,oureyeslockingas
herockedhisbodybackandforth,slidingintome.Igaspedandmoanedsoftlythefirst
orgasmbuilding.EverythingaboutthewayhetreatedmewaswithsomuchloveIcould
chokeonit.

WhenIorgasmed,itfilledmeuplikehotwater.IgrabbedontoAlec,lettinghimguide

methroughit,losingmyselfcompletely,knowinghewouldbetheretocatchme.

When we were done, we lay together, naked under the covers. His fingers were

intertwinedwithmine,andheranhisthumbupanddownthebackofmine.

“Wouldyouwantaboyoragirl?”Iasked.

“I don’t mind,” Alec said. “I want the baby to be healthy. Anything else is perfect

becauseyou’rethemother.”

Ismiled.“Weshouldtalkaboutnames,sometime.”

“Weshould,”hesaid.“IthinkwecancallherBellaifit’sagirl.”

Becauseofmyname,Irealized.

“Andifit’saboy?”Iasked.

“Alexander,Xanderforshort.”

I looked up at him, tracing his profile in the dim light that came from the window.

“Youhaveitallfiguredout,don’tyou?”Iasked.

Icouldfeelhimsmile.“Withyou,sweetheart,myfutureisasbrightandclearasday.”

“Onelastquestion,”Isaid,feelingmyselfdriftofftosleep.

“Yeah?”heaskedsleepy,too.

“Doyouwanttheweddingbeforeorafterthebirth?”

“Assoonaspossible,”hesaid.“Iwanttomakeyoumine.”

Igrinned.Whataman,Ithoughtbeforewefellasleep,together.

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Table of Contents
Introduction
The Professor’s Forbidden Virgin
- 1. Isobel
- 2. Alec
- 3. Isobel
- 4. Alec
- 5. Isobel
- 6. Alec
- 7. Isobel
- 8. Alec
- 9. Isobel
- 10. Alec
- 11. Isobel
- 12. Alec
- 13. Isobel
- 14. Alec
- 15. Isobel
- 16. Alec
- Epilogue
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