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ONE
I enter the school, annoyed that I couldn’t finish myself off. I get through my morning classes frustrated, until it’s time for Physics. Despite our apologies and mutual acceptance of them, I was nervous as hell on the way to Professor Quinn’s class. Though he confirmed everything, I still had doubts in the back of my mind that he may still be mad at me or that there’s some unresolved issues from last Friday.
When I step into the room, I look at him and smile, hoping he smiles back. He does and says good morning as I make my way toward my seat in the back of the room. My mind immediately eases from seeing his calm demeanor. He is in teacher mode right now. I wonder if he is watching my knee-high sock covered legs as they walk away. Stop it, Rose! I think to myself. I’m already sexually frustrated. I can’t take anymore without a release, and the person I wanted to take care of that had no interest in doing so.
“Miss Kanyenda,” he calls, and my heart skips a beat.
“Yes,” I respond, turning back to him.
“A moment?”
Shoot. He’s not going to bring up that night, is he? That, regardless of our reasonable conclusion for the most unusual of evenings, he had rethought about it and was mad again. Ugh, I’m going nuts! Maybe he only hugged me to pacify me? I mean, he did hesitate that night in the rain, and now – after having time to think about it, he didn’t want things to be okay. He wanted instead for us to never see each other. Maybe he was even going to have me transferred to another class. He’s already placed me in the back of his classroom. He can’t switch me out!
I walk toward his desk, front and center of the large room, and stand next to him. I held my books across the front of my chest as I inhale his wonderful manly scent.
“This paper,” the professor continues, “shows you have very little understanding of the work we have been doing in this class.”
I was hoping to laugh with him about something, about anything, but instead, he’s back to being a professor and hands me back a paper with an ‘E’ on it. Truly, this was no surprise, but I felt guilty. Like I let him down.
“I – ah, I…” I look up into his eyes. They are not smiling back at me. “You’re right, Professor Quinn. I’m not getting this at all. I’ve tried. You know I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t click for me.”
“Miss Kanyenda,” he says, then quietly, “Rose – you can’t fail this class. You just can’t.” My heart leaps that he called me Rose, but the message he is delivering is dire. “You need extra help.”
I nod, knowing he is right. I’m great in my other classes and usually get A’s or B’s, but math and science were never my strong suits. I look down, feeling disappointed in myself, and notice the bandage that’s wrapped around his knuckles.
My lips part in surprise and I grab ahold of his wrist, careful not to disturb his wounds. It’s been nearly four days since. Did he damage his hand so severely? “Preston, are you okay?”
He calmly removes his arm from my hold, and clears his throat, “It’s Professor Quinn.”
“Right, sorry.” I apologize, but feel the situation is a little unfair. Didn’t he just call me Rose?
“Let me help you, Miss Kanyenda.” Professor Quinn says, referring to the paper he’d just passed me. I almost forgot.
“Okay,” I tell him. Of course, I will take the extra help, especially if it is coming from him. “You tell me what works, and I’ll schedule it out.”
“It has to be now,” he says, his eyes focused on mine. I could lose myself in them forever. “There’s not too much of the semester left to turn these grades around. You’re not going to fail this class again.” He looks out across the room as it is filling up. “How about I come to your house – today, after school. Your dad will be home, and I can see him after we are done. Maybe gauge how much it’ll cost to repair the wall, too.”
Again, my heart leaps. Right… the wall. I ran my fingers over the hole the next morning. I needed to check whether the night before was real or just a dream. “That would be great, professor. I’d really appreciate it.”
“Perfect. Grab your seat. We need to get started.”
I walk away from him with a little extra sway in my hips, hoping that his eyes remain on me. Before I am a foot away, however, he is already addressing the class, his mellifluous voice filling the room. I take my seat and open my notebook.
There is not much Professor Quinn was saying that I was getting. I stare at him from the back of the room and imagine holding myself next to him, like we did in the rain last night and my breasts pressing up against him. I was sure he could feel my hard nipples, sure that he could tell that I was excited, but it remained just a hug, nothing more.
That didn’t stop my imagination. I mean seriously, when I got back up to my room that night, I stripped out of my wet clothes and dried off. My hands traveled the length of my still-shivering body, touching me all over, finding new, tender spots that never seemed to excite me before. I couldn’t tell if I was shaking from the rain or not once I began my exploration. Like an endless record, I played back Preston’s look when he saw me in the red dress and the way his eyes swallowed me up when I pulled on the last dress. I felt naked in front of him when he stared at me like that.
With current blue balls, it was like my body was on fire. All these little lightning bolts were striking inside my body setting small fires beneath my skin. My mind was working overtime imagining Preston removing his clothes and his thick, hard penis still erect from his encounter with me.
Then there was the fierceness in him when he punched the wall. I never saw any man in real life that angry. Discovering this new side of Preston that my classmates will never have the chance to see turned me on like crazy. We have this special relationship that no one can get in between. That night I had to pull the pillow over my face as I screamed out from my orgasm after toying with my clit and playing with my nipples.
I’ve touched myself plenty times before, and always with the thought of Professor Quinn. All my orgasms come from clitoral exploration and come in small waves. I’ve never had that big O with penetration either. Honestly, I think it might have even been possible to cum without even touching myself that night, but I was impatient, and I needed some kind of release. I imagined Preston’s eyes on me as I arched my back off my mattress and let go, my fingers making small circles at the top of my pussy, my other hand reaching for the pillow to cover my mouth. I screamed out – actually screamed out as my orgasm consumed me and I bucked up against my hand until I was exhausted.
The thoughts play so vividly in my mind, that I begin to buck in my seat. I have to take care of this now. I decide to finish what I started on the bus. My hand reaches down between my skirt. Professor Quinn was coming over to the house today. When would I get the chance to finish? I could do it here with his help. I’m in the back. No one can see me. My fingers rub lightly over my drenched panties, as I watch my teacher dominate the class with his flow of words. His shoulders swayed as he pointed to the board and gestured back at the class.
Eventually, he makes eye contact with me and I don’t bat away. My mouth falls open as I picture his sexy lips on mine. The large hand that currently holds the class textbook, grabs a handful of my ass and spanks me for flunking the first time. A confused look appears across Professor Quinn’s face and he averts his attention away from me. My breathing increases, though I try to contain the sounds that are trying to escape. It doesn’t take long to build up momentum and I’m just about ready to release.
I gain Professor’s gaze again, my mouth agape with anticipation. Own me, pleaseee. I cover my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut. My body shakes violently as I climax twice in a row. I finally come back to my senses, opening my eyes again to find Professor Quinn’s gaze still on me. Has he realized what I’d just done?
I stare at the man of my affection and dreams, standing across the room, staring at me. As I catch my breath, I think about how hours from now, he will be at my home tutoring me so that I can pass this class. I hope he doesn’t ask me what we learned today, because I’ve retained absolutely nothing.
When the bell rings, I want to linger, be the last person to leave class, and maybe see if he actually saw what I think he did. But I see a couple of students heading down to talk to him by his desk. I can wait until they leave, but I know that is not going to work to my benefit and I shouldn’t be greedy. I will have quality time with Preston later today, unimpeded by other students or anything else for that matter.
I smile and I head out to my next class, which is across campus, throwing a faint wave to him in the event he is looking my way. He’s not, and I feel foolish. I look around to see if anyone noticed. No one did, so I giggle at myself and then leave the room. Hopefully, I will be able to concentrate if Preston isn’t the one teaching the class. I can’t afford to miss a whole day of classes to my imagination.
TWO
I’D DONE MY BEST to control my breathing as I placed my books onto the desk during my last class. My mind was and still is working overtime to try and understand my feelings, both real and assumed.
I didn’t even make it to the house after leaving David’s place. I rubbed one out while Rose’s body was vivid in my mind and hands. I got out of the driveway, drove about a mile before I pulled over to the side of the road, playing back all the things that had just took place. I laid there after nutting onto the wet sock I took off my foot thankful that a cop hadn’t happened to be nearby. It would be hard to explain my actions.
Once I got home, I downed a glass of bourbon. Like a cowboy after a showdown, I was spent and excited at the same time. I had acted like a child. I showed little control both emotionally and sexually, putting my hands on her as if she was some cheap slut that was mine for the taking. I risked so much in that moment, so much. The skin on my hand was broken in a few places where it had penetrated the wall. That one act as all of my emotions came to head brought instant clarity to my mind – at least for the moment. I escaped, ran away from my feelings.
Now, as I sit waiting for her to appear in class, I stare glassy eyed at the back of the lecture hall to where her body will occupy her seat not long from now. Her incredible, curvaceous body. Did she mean for me to see all of that? Did she mean for me to feel her sensuously sculpted frame as we hugged before I left that night? That dress – leaving no room for imagination showed me what lie beneath, and that image haunted me throughout the weekend.
Stripped down from my wet clothes, I toweled dry in the bathroom, my hands, once again, finding my swollen member, its conscious devoid of logic and reason. It wanted one thing and its interest had been peaked more than once. Back in my room, I turned off the lights, playing those scenes over and over again like a favorite movie. I avoided the confusion, tension, and even David as I slowly stroked myself. It was just the two of us in the house as she gave me a private fashion show. ‘Please, I want to know what you think of me in these dresses. Please!’ She asked. I acquiesce and she goes upstairs to change not once, but twice. When I reach her at the steps as she goes to try on the third dress, she turns to me, but I don’t give her a chance to speak, covering her mouth with mine as we fall slowly onto the carpet and I peel the dress from her body.
It was the second of three orgasms I had last night, my libido on overdrive, fueled by my thoughts of Rose. Her soft skin, her hard nipples, her swollen lips plagued me until the wee hours of the morning when I finally fell asleep. I pulled the sheets from the bed out of a sense of disgust when I woke up, cursing myself for my lack of control.
Several students are in their seats while Rose enters the room. I pretend not to see her when she first appears, my peripheral noticing her first. Black ankle boots, white knee-high socks and a flowy beige skirt that seems like a set to her white and beige long sleeve. I observe as I turn toward her and in an instant, my eyes climb higher to her succulent breasts, which fit snugly in her top. I look higher past her long, slender neck and into her smiling face. All the nervousness that I felt this morning, about not seeing her again quickly slips away; she’s here.
“Good morning, Miss Kanyenda,” I say to her and she says good morning back, her voice precious to my ears, making me lose my focus as I watch her climb the stairs to her seat.
I have the unfortunate task of returning a failing paper to her and I choose that moment, before class to do so. I choose my words wisely, letting the professor in me takeover as I tell her she will need some additional help and offer my services. She consents, to my heart’s delight, and we make arrangements for the additional support at her house that afternoon. I’m elated that nothing that happened yesterday has carried through the weekend and into this new day. We seem fine.
I quickly turn away from her to start the class, so I don’t watch those sculpted calves as she makes her way to her seat. She’s beautiful, no matter what she wears. I conduct the start of class as my mind unwraps the package she presented this morning. Between the lack of sleep and my pondering mind, I wonder if the class is getting my best.
I discover it may be otherwise as I look through the classroom and catch Rose’s glance. I regularly glace at her and other failing students to check and see if they’re listening and following with the class. But this time Rose’s expression is different. Her lips are partially parted, and I wonder if something is wrong. She is clearly looking at me, yet her eyes don’t ask for help. It seems she doesn’t need it. Not in the way I’m thinking. It seems like she…
I avert both my mind and eyes. I need to get my head out of the gutter. I continue the lesson, moving toward the right side of the classroom. I want to check my sanity and see if I’d gone crazy for the beautiful girl in the back. At this angle, I can get a better look at Rose and when I do, I slam the textbook in my hand shut. Rose was pleasing herself during my lesson. I watch her hand form circles between her legs. Her panties are white. I can imagine how wet she is.
I notice a student raise their hand, “Professor Quinn?” The classroom appears to be confused as I’ve closed the textbook.
“Yes, I apologize. It seems I’ve lost the page.” I clear my throat and flip to the pages needed to continue the lesson. I try my best to focus on teaching the class, but it’s difficult to keep my eyes off her. Each time I look up to Rose, her mouth widens from pleasure. Her chest heaves back and forth as her breathing gets heavier. I’m jealous of those succulent fingers she’s using to please herself. I want to feel her, too. Why is she doing this now and during my class? She’s never done this before.
I meet with her eyes again, yearning to both help her finish and scold her for doing something like this in public. Though I couldn’t help but feed my curiosity. I want to memorize the expressions she has once she reaches a climax. I worry that someone may see her. My concern dissipates to fury when I notice a male student looking behind him and up at Rose. He has a better view up her skirt than I did. We both watch her cover her mouth, her eyes shutting as she came to an orgasm. She shakes in her seat as she climbs to her peak. Dammit.
“Derek!” I yell the student’s his name without intending to. The boy whips his head to the front. “The board is up here. You need to stay focused.”
“S-sorry, professor.” He apologizes, trying to cover the smirk on his face with a balled fist.
I grip the open textbook in my hand, my fingers digging into the pages. They tear at the seam as it takes everything in me not to run over there and punch that boy silly. He’d seen something that he should’ve never seen in his lifetime. The fact that any other man has seen her that way besides myself sent me into a fit of anger. I hadn’t felt this way since Rose’s first and last boyfriend, Tom. I was instructing a class now. I need to hide my urge to kill the boy, at least until the lesson ends. You’re a professor, Preston. Lead by example.
THREE
By mid-day, I had shaken my exhaustion aided by several cups of coffee and the absence of Rose. Her presence had clearly disrupted my normally cogent monologue earlier and I found myself tossing parts of the lesson to sample student knowledge asking questions about what we had recently learned. I assume some of the students noticed how disjointed the lecture was, while many others just took it in stride.
I finally finish off my last class of the day, and I spend about forty-five minutes in my office reviewing and preparing for tomorrow. It’s a ritual I have perfected over the years that allows me to pursue other activities once the school day is done, but flashes of Rose and her facial expressions are more distracting than usual.
I had planned to meet Rose at four, and it is currently 3:45. I’m going to be a little late. I fix my stuff together to leave. I was going to have to finish prepping tomorrow’s class early in the morning.
As I pull up to the house, I am both happy and sad to see that David’s car is in the driveway. His being there takes some of the pressure off being alone with Rose, but it also removes any opportunity that I may have. Shit, what am I thinking? What opportunity? This is your best friend’s daughter. Get ahold of yourself, Preston! Think straight. It’s definitely better that David is here, taking the ball straight out of my hand. I cannot be trusted.
My knock at the door is tentative at first and then more committed. David answers the door and looks at me, his face concerned.
“Is everything okay?” he says.
“Yes – everything is fine.” I’m not sure why he is looking at me like that and then I remember I’d made these plans with Rose. Apparently, she hasn’t relayed that information to her father. “I’m sorry, David. I’m here to help Rose with her Physics.”
David opens the door, still confused and I step inside.
“Davey, who’s there?”
Davey? It’s a woman’s voice and I suddenly realize I may have interrupted something. David always hated when someone referred to him as Davey.
“A friend,” he says, giving me the eye when I smirk and shake my head. “Melanie,” he adds, as if I know and am able to keep track of his girlfriends. In the past, yes – today, I have no idea. “Come and meet Preston, Melanie.”
The woman that comes around the corner into the living room is very pretty, and she smiles as she extends her hand. She must be about 10 years younger than him and has a tight frame, large breasts. We trade pleasantries and then she turns to David.
“Davey doesn’t let me meet most of his friends,” she says.
“Does he have a lot?” I joke.
David interjects. “It’s not that I don’t want you to meet them, honey. It’s just that… well, Preston’s right, I don’t have many friends. Preston is a dear old friend. A lifelong friend, I’d say.” I nod in agreement. Lifelong friend who’s in love with his daughter yet can’t put a single finger on her. “We sadly don’t spend as much time together as we did in the past.”
“Does that mean our plans changed for today, Davey?” she says, sporting a fat-lipped pout.
I snort, trying to cover my laugh. Her incessant routine of using his name with sentence is killing me.
David shoots me a quick glare and returns to the beauty in his arms. “No, honey. Preston is here to work with Rose and her classwork. Apparently, she’s not doing too well in his class.”
“Oh,” Melanie says, giving me an accusing. Oof, I’m definitely interrupting something.
“Why don’t you go sit in the living room for a minute so I can speak with Preston,” David says to her. She nods and leaves, making sure that we both get a good look at her ass as it sways away from us.
“Sorry,” David says. “We kind of had plans.”
“I understand, Davey,” I tell him, laughing. “I have no intention of interrupting them.” I’m embarrassed to have stepped into whatever those plans were and I’m not sure how my tutoring Rose would interrupt them, but I didn’t feel it was my place to ask. “Perhaps, you can tell Rose I was here and that we can schedule for another time?”
David’s eyes light up. “I have a better idea,” he says. “Take Rose to your house.”
“What?”
“Take her to your house,” he reiterates with excitement. “Work with her over there. It would be quieter and I’m sure your house is much better suited for tutoring. You have all those shelves of books and what not.” He looks around the living room. “Besides, I don’t know where you would work here. Melanie and I are going to need all the room we can get.” He belches a laugh.
I’m at a loss for words. I don’t understand why my house would be much better suited. Because of a few shelves of books? Most of which have nothing to do with physics.
“Uh, David, I’m not sure that’s such a great idea.”
“Why? What’s wrong with your house?” He asks confused.
I don’t have an honest answer for him. I definitely couldn’t tell him I spent endless nights thinking of undressing his daughter in my bedroom.
“What? Is that large house of yours a mess? It’s just Rose. Who cares?”
I sigh. David is my best friend, but I hate how he disregards his daughter like such. She’s too precious for that type of treatment. She was too precious for me to taint her innocence with my sadistic sexual urges. I want to take over her body and leaving her alone with me is overly tempting, especially with what I witnessed her doing earlier.
“Come on, Preston. Don’t make any excuses.” He moves in and whispers. “If I hadn’t made it obvious before I will. I’m trying to get laid man!”
He’s right I have no valid reason to argue. I give in and feel my balls pulse at the thought. “If Rose is willing to come to my place, then I’m happy to have her.”
David grips my shoulder and shakes me, “I knew you were my best friend for a reason.”
I smirk and push his arm away, “Yeah, whatever.”
“Let me go get her. Rose!” He yells directly in my ear, nowhere near the stairs he needed to climb to receive her. He leaves me standing at the door.
David stops before he leaves the room and turns back toward me. I worry that he’s changed his mind as he opens his mouth to speak.
“Would you do me a favor Preston – and it’s understandable if you have other plans. But, if you wouldn’t mind keeping Rose through dinner… well, it would allow me and Melanie to have a nice romantic dinner ourselves.” David smiles. In case I didn’t understand his clear message of wanting to get laid, David winks at me. Three times.
“Sure,” I say, “providing that is okay with Rose.”
“Of course. She doesn’t have plans. I’m sure she’ll be fine with it. She always likes your company.” David smiles at me and then nods as if we are in agreement before he leaves the room.
I feel estranged in his home for the first time in my life and it makes me uneasy. I toil at the front door until I hear Rose’s voice from upstairs. She and her father are speaking. Then she bounds into the living room.
“Hi, Preston,” she says, waving.
“Hey,” I greet her, trying to say as little as possible. I notice how she’s wearing the same outfit she wore earlier today in class. I take a deep breath, thinking about her soiled white panties.
“Daddy says we can’t study here,” she says with a shy smile on her face. “Are you sure it’s okay to do it at your house?”
“Of course,” I respond, playing back her words in my head. Do it at your house. My mind was clearly fractured to be reading into every word the girl spouts. “Do you want to meet me there or shall – do you want to just hop in my car, and I can bring you back?”
“I’m okay with you driving,” Rose says. “Let me put on some shoes and grab my bag.” She looks up into my eyes for a second and then she turns and runs out of the living room.
I think about the condition of my house as I wait for her return. It’s normally clean, organized. I blush as I think about what I did in my bed last night and if I left any telltale signs anywhere in the house that I was in masturbatory heaven until the early hours of the morning. But I think I’m okay.
“I’m ready,” Rose says, bouncing back into the room wearing the same black ankle boots and a backpack on her shoulder.
She is a bundle of energy and I think about what that really means in physics. I yell goodbye to David, but I hear nothing in return. We leave the house and head to my car. I can smell her perfume as she walks beside me. I’m elated yet nervous about the turn of events, and I have no idea where they’re heading.
Before I knew it, the short drive was over as we stood before the open door to my home. I gaze at Rose hungrily, straining to prevent myself from devouring her entirely. And yet, of her own freewill, without the slightest regard to her safety, she stepped inside the lion’s den.
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