Unexpected Anticipation

"And what are you still doing here?"

I looked up from my copy of Raised by Wolves I had been annotating to see my English professor, Dr. Redding, hovering over my shoulder.

I sat in the middle of a large wooden table placed close to the campus library exit. I'd gotten so engulfed by my read that I hadn't noticed that the library was empty. I looked up to the clock that hung beside the exit sign.

6:37 P.M.

Crap, I thought to myself, I've been here all day!

"H-Hey Professor Redding, I was just working on my essay," I held up the book, giving a sheepish smile.

"You know, it's not safe for a young woman to be all by herself, and especially after dark?" She gave me a questioning look, raising one eyebrow.

"I'm twenty-one and capable of taking care of myself, professor." I gave her a no-nonsense tone, willing my words to be true.

I wasn't afraid of the men who might go bump in the night, but I also was no fool to the fact that I was a small woman who believed in settling things without violence. Besides, my car was parked close enough to the library that I could get in it and drive off before anyone even saw me.

Dr. Redding gave me a skeptical look before dismissing the subject with a slight shrug.

"Well, let me see this here," She grabbed the book from me, brushing her fingertips against mine.

Professor Redding sat on the edge of the table - her legs nearly touching my shoulders -- and read the summary on the back of the cover. I couldn't keep myself from looking at her as I tended to when she was focused. Dr. Redding was one of the youngest college professors on campus at 29; a prodigy. She stood at about 5'8 or 5'9 and her toned body suggested she went to the gym regularly. Today her long, auburn hair was in a loose, manicured bun letting a few strands touch her flawless heart shaped face. Her hazel eyes were encased in glasses that looked sophisticated, but still young. Her lips were upturned in a smirk as she continued to read the book summary, and I felt myself getting nervous that she wouldn't approve of my choice. I put my head down not wanting to let her expression intimidate me, and took account of the strapless maroon dress she wore that stopped just above her knees showing her amazing, olive-toned legs. She wore black heels -- which she did often -- so I knew she stood easily at over six feet tall.

I'd been so preoccupied; I hadn't noticed she finished reading.

"Something entertaining about my legs?" Her tone was light and joking, but I couldn't help feeling guilty as I looked up at her.

"No, no! Sorry Professor." I stammered not knowing how to respond.

Luckily, she waved off my response and changed the subject smoothly.

"So, this is an interesting choice for your paper." She handed the book back to me and I stuffed it into my bag.

"I thought it may be an interesting way to showcase a strong female character," I spoke confidently, having read the book at least four times I knew exactly how to make it fit to the assignment without overworking myself.

"Well, I'd love to hear more about it," Dr. Redding stood from the table. I was sure I'd imagined it, but her tone sounded almost...flirty. Not missing a beat, I responded.

"My essay will be done before the due date; I'm sure of it. I'd be more than happy to turn it in early for you." I'd packed the rest of my belongings and stood to leave.

"Well," Dr. Redding said as she took one step toward me, looking down at my 5'4 self, "why don't you accompany me to my office? I have a few more things to grab before I leave, and I'd be happy to give you some suggestions. That is," she flashed a grin, her pink lips highlighting her perfect teeth, "if you have the time?"

I felt my face getting warm, but luckily my dark skin never betrayed me by blushing.

"I've been here all day," I started, "I really should be getting home."

"Oh, it won't take but a few minutes. Besides, I could definitely use the help getting a few things to my car." She grabbed onto my right hand and led me back through the library to the main English building on campus. I didn't object, thinking it couldn't take more than a few minutes to help my favorite professor.

She let go of my palm as we walked to the elevators, and I felt fleeting embarrassment as I realized my had started to sweat.

The professor offices were on the third floor of the building, so we discussed the main plot of the book and deciphered what the author's purpose may have been. The elevator slowly opened to the third floor, and we stepped onto a deserted hallway.

"Most teachers are out of here by four," Dr. Redding said, making a right down the second hallway.

"What's been keeping you here?"

"I usually stay later on Thursdays, I like to get extra work done so my weekends are...Well, mine." She laughed, a light and wonderful sound, and I couldn't help but laugh with her.

She stopped in front of a set of window-less double doors and unlocked them, motioning me to step inside ahead of her. The automatic lights turned on, and I saw a large dark-wooded desk with a small desk lamp in the middle of the room. Behind it was a matching bookshelf that held large novels I was sure I'd never heard of. The two windows on either side of the desk were large and the blinds were shut making the room seem darker than I'm sure it was. I heard a click behind me and turned to see Dr. Redding locking the double doors.

"I don't want maintenance coming in while I'm packing up. They can get pretty impatient waiting for me to get out of their way." She strolled over to her desk and sat. "So, you were telling me about your interpretation of your book," She'd gestured to the chair in front of her desk, and I sat.

"Aside from the obvious character struggle, I think it attempts to break the boundaries that society may set for women -- especially young women," I paused, watching her face go from amused to serious.

"You know what, I have something that might help," She stood -- smoothing her dress -- and walked over to a small closet that held even more books.

I watched as she shuffled through her collection and mumbled something to herself I couldn't quite make out. Her back still to me, she called over her shoulder.

"Can you look on the bookshelf behind my desk for a copy of Maya Angelou's first work? Start on the top shelf, there's a stool beside my desk."

She returned to her closet of books, and I did as I was told. Standing on the small step ladder I was still not tall enough to reach the top of her bookshelf, so I stood on the balls of my feet hoping to get leverage. I hadn't even heard Dr. Redding move until her hands were around my waist.

"Now, the last thing I want you to do is fall, silly girl."

Underneath the thin blue sweatshirt I chose to wear, I could feel my skin heating where her hands rested. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to respond with a `thank you' and my hands froze above my head.

"Did you find it?" She asked, gripping tighter on to my waist.

"Um, n-no I haven't yet," I mentally winced at how shaky my voice had been.

"That's because you're on the wrong side," She leaned back, letting go of my waist, "I can see it from here, it's the third book on the left." She rested her right hand on the small of my back encouraging me to reach for the title.

I felt rather than saw the location of the book and handed it down to her.

"Good girl!" She squealed. "Now come down here."

I stepped from the small ladder and turned to see Dr. Redding sitting at her desk, her back turned toward me. Using her pointer finger similarly to a child, she scanned across page after page of the book with interesting speed. I'd made one movement to step around her desk and return to my seat when she cleared her throat. Looking down at her, I saw her head was still in the book, but she took her already erect finger and pointed to the edge of her desk right beside her.

"Sit." She ordered in a tone that was barely above a whisper.

I leaned rather than sat as I'd been directed, not sure what to do next.

I'd been wearing denim, but I could still feel the heat of her arm as my thigh brushed against her. I fixed my eyes on the book over her shoulder, pretending to read the passages with her, but letting my mind start to wonder what she may be thinking.

We sat in silence for a few more moments when she stood abruptly. I shifted but the movement was stopped with a pointed stair from her, one I took to me `Stay'.

She turned back to the bookcase, her reading finger dancing on the spines of her collection. I watched her carefully, not sure what she may be looking for. She turned around empty handed, a childish grin playing across her face.

"I don't know where my head is at, I can't seem to find the book I had in mind," She let out an exasperated chuckle and walked over to stand directly in front of me, her heeled toes touching my tennis shoe-covered ones.

"Well, maybe you can send me the title and author when you get a chance? I can look it up later." I couldn't get myself to look into her eyes, so I settled for looking down at our feet.

"Yeah, that could work. Sorry, I feel like I've ruined a climactic moment here." She sounded defeated.

Dr. Readding did not move from where she stood, and I could feel her eyes focused on my face though I still could not bring myself to look at her.

Suddenly, I felt her fingers grab onto my chin. With a less-than-gentle tug, she forced me to meet her eyes.

Her face was flushed, and her lips were pressed in a hard line. I could feel the heat of her stare on my skin, so I forced my eyes to look away out of habit, or nerves? I'm still unsure.

"Don't look away, darling," She lightened her grip on my chin, letting her sweet-as-honey words soak into me.

I felt my heartbeat quicken as I returned my gaze to hers. Her smile was warm as she leaned forward to place a kiss on forehead. I let out a small gasp but didn't move under her hold. Dr. Redding straightened to look at my face, and gently she pushed my legs apart with her knee. She stepped between my thighs, moving her hand from my chin and placing both on either side of my hips. She pushed past my sweater -- her hands making contact with my skin -- and I shifted in response, knocking a few papers to the floor which Dr. Redding ignored.

"Are you alright dear? Are you nervous?" Her eyes were still on mine, but her grin was teasing.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, I bit my lower lip and broke my stare -- my head dipping lower than my shoulders. I gave a small nod, unable to find my voice.

I can honestly say I don't think I've ever thought of anyone -- let alone Dr. Redding -- in this way before.

I'd come into college a virgin and had no intention of changing that status. I wanted to focus on my study and get myself right out of there.

This wasn't because I'd made some pack with God, or because I didn't want to; the opportunity just never presented itself how I would've wanted, and I really wasn't in a rush. To my dismay, people still try.

I would describe myself as decent -- fair height, good skin, toned, friendly, and I tend to let my natural curls fall where they may, and that style seems to be it' now -- so I had my fair share of guys ask me out for dinner or to coffee. Once I started talking books, passions, life, however, their eyes would gloss over, and I'd lose them as quickly as they found me. I was the nerdy cliché and didn't mind it. Never, though, have I had a woman come on to me, or show an interest in me -- not that I thought there was anything wrong with that either. But now, having this gorgeous woman making my you-know-what' tingle with what I could only guess was desire, I didn't know what to think. I knew one thing though: no part of me tried to stop it.

Dr. Redding chuckled and pressed her body against mine.

"You are such an adorable little thing! You don't have to be nervous; I won't bite you too hard."

I looked up to meet her eyes to see amusement and want, very enticing and mesmerizing feelings.

"Let's let this go," she ran a thumb over my bottom lip, encouraging me to release it from my teeth.

"Yes, professor." She pat me on the head twice, and stepped from between my legs.

I felt myself frown at the absence of her body on mine but did not move. From a short distance, she examined me closely, making my cheeks go warm with embarrassment at the thought of being judged. I mentally thanked my skin again for letting me keep that to myself.

Her eyes stopped as they took in my worn jeans, and her brows furrowed.

"You know, you'd look so much cuter if you wore slacks, or skirts. Oh, dresses!" She clapped to herself, making her look like a kid in a toy store. "For now though, let's take these off."

She bent enough to undo the button of my jeans, and without hesitation she pulled my pants to my ankles. I let out a gasp but continued to sit mute thankful that I'd worn cute lacey underwear today.

"Kick off your shoes for me, please." She didn't say it as a request, and I could feel the impatience radiating off her.

I did as I was told, completely aware that my socks had clouds and smiling suns on them. Dr. Redding grabbed my shoes and -- almost with disgust -- put them on the opposite side of the desk. When she returned, I expected a comment on my choice of socks; something between a laugh and a `you're such a child' speech. She said nothing as she slid my pants off, taking my socks with them.

"Now stand for me," She patted my thigh and sat in her desk chair, rolling it back to the blinded windows so that she could fully see me.

I stood, relieved as I remembered my aunt's pool party a few days ago giving me a reason to actually shave my legs. Through the dark blue lace that covered my behind and `you-know-what' I could feel a chill in the room I hadn't noticed before. I looked sheepishly at my professor as she examined me for the second time.

"Sweater. Off." Her tone was sharp as she pointed to my favorite sweater.

I crossed my arms and hooked my hand onto the ends of the sweater, but paused suddenly realizing I was about to be half-naked in my professor's office. I looked at her, pleading with my eyes that she would change her mind, but all she did was tap her watch impatiently pushing me to strip.

I let out one long breath and quickly pulled the sweater off like a band aide and tossed it aside. I hadn't been wearing a shirt underneath -- one of my favorite lazy outfits -- so my bra was exposed. It didn't match my underwear perfectly, it was just a little too blue in comparison, but it did compliment my 34C chest. I resisted the urge to cover my chest while she watched me.

Dr. Redding stood and walked toward me. She seemed even taller now that I had no shoes on, and more intimidating; I was suddenly aware that she was nearly a head taller than me. She ran her fingers over the strap of my bra until her hand settled my back.

"You know, skin as lovely as yours deserves to be dressed in better fabric." She moved her hand lower on my back, making me shiver.

"I'll try to remember that professor," my voice was low and dripping with want. Who was I?

"Try?" Her fingertips continued to trail against my skin.

"I will remember," I said, closing my eyes and enjoying her soft touch dancing on my skin. A new sensation I felt myself already clinging to.

"Good," her hand stopped just above my behind, "Now sit back down."

She placed both hands on my waist and guided me back until I hopped back onto her desk. She stepped effortlessly between my legs and pressed her body on mine, her warmth electrifying me. Her head lowered until her lips brushed my right ear, her shoulder so close to my lips I could feel my own breath bouncing off her skin.

"Now," she whispered, "I'm going to ask you a serious question, and you're going to respond. Okay?" The tip of her tongue slid across my jaw, and I let out a slow moan I'd never heard escape my lips before.

"Yes," I breathed against her skin.

"Yes, what?" She countered, a smile in her voice.

I wasn't sure how she expected me to respond, so instinctively I corrected myself.

"Yes, professor."

"Good girl," She straightened her back, standing to look at my face which I'm sure gave away my emotions and uncertainty. "Now, tell me, have you ever had a woman before?"

She looked at me with understanding and curiosity, and I knew that she was treating me like a student. Though, I'm sure most students weren't half naked in her office -- at least I hoped.

"Had a woman? I do not understand," I tilted my head in confusion.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, a small smile spread across her face.

"Have you have made love to another woman, my darling?" The tone in her voice reminded me of a mother reminding her child not to touch the hot stove. I felt my embarrassment bubbling into my throat and had to cover it with a cough.

"Um, n-no I haven't professor."

I willed my eyes to stay on hers while she assessed the information. She seemed to see something else in my expression, and her smile turned devilish making her look dangerous.

"Have you ever made love to anyone?" She crossed her arms waiting for my answer.

I cursed myself for my inexperience, but answered with a voice that was nearly inaudible.

"No Dr. Redding, I have not."

Her smile grew warm as she placed her hands on either side of my face, holding me just a few inches from her own.

"A virgin!" She squealed, her sweet breath making my head dizzy. "Such a pretty, pretty virgin at that!"

She planted a quick kiss on my lips and stepped to the side of her desk. My head spun as I tried to understand what had just happened. I was so distracted, I almost didn't notice what she was doing.

Dr. Redding stepped to a larger closet (seriously, how many closets does she have in here?) and brought out a black dry-cleaning bag. She walked over to me and laid the bag across my lap.

"Will you try this on for me?" She pouted her lower lip and placed on hand on my knee looking much younger than even myself.

"Of course, Dr. Redding," I said, wanting so badly to obey. She let out a snort, drawing my attention back to her face.

"When you're not calling me professor, call me Kim. Dr. Redding isn't quite as flattering in my opinion." Her tone was light, but I could hear the command just beneath her words.

"I understand, professor," I responded. I smiled guiltily and added, "Kimberly Redding?" To which she responded with a curtsey and a perfect Irish accent.

"Named after-rr mi g-rrrandmuder." We laughed at her accent as she returned to her desk chair, motioning for me to open the bag.

I grabbed the zipper and pulled it halfway down. Inside was a slick black dress with thin straps. I pulled the dress fully out of the bag and let it dangle before me. It was simple but eloquent with a slit down the side.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" Kim's legs were crossed, her eyes peering into mine knowingly. I turned the dress between my fingers.

"It's beautiful!"

"And such a lovely dress deserves an even lovelier host. Come," She stood and took the dress from me, "Arms up my darling."

On my feet, I lifted my arms above my head letting her slip the dress onto me feeling myself shiver each time her fingers brushed my bare skin. She ordered me to turn, and then bent down to pull the dress gently into place. As she stood, her hands grazed my figure until they reached my shoulders. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as she passed my behind.

Gripping my shoulders, she turned me so that I faced her, dress in place. She stood back to take an admiring glance at her choice.

"Mm, something is missing," she snapped then walked back to the closet with no warning, returned with a pair of midnight black stilettos.

Stilettos. They were at least four inches, more than anything I'd ever tried to wear.

"Sit, and give me your feet honey," She waited patiently while I sat, noticing my restlessness as my eyes settled on the shoes.

"Don't worry," she said as she slipped my foot into the heel that somehow fit perfectly, "I have complete confidence in you."

She beamed her perfect smile at me as she slipped the second shoe on. She stood, grabbing my arms and pulling me up with her. I felt my legs attempting to adjust to the change of footwear and staggered to gain balance. I fell into Kim's arms, failing to get my foot placement just right. She caught me with sure arms and laughed, helping me gain my balance.

"Don't over think this," She said, backing away from me and giving me a chance to find my balance like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time.

Taking a deep breath, I walked surely to where she stood. I was surprised at how easily I navigated the shoes, but I tried not to show it on my face. When I stopped in front of her, I was smiling, eagerly waiting for her to comment.

She pulled me into her so quickly that my arms were trapped against my chest. She wrapped her right arm around me, placing her left thumb and pointer finger under my chin and pushing me to look up at her. Even in heels she stood over me, so she crowned her head and brought her lips gingerly to mine.

I kissed her back, feeling how soft her lips were against my own.

I've kissed people before. Not an unnumbered amount like my close friend Paula, but a fair amount to think I knew what I was doing. Granted I've only kissed boys, and they were always too eager or too rough.

But this, this kiss was amazing.

It was deep and passionate, hungry even. Her lips parted my own and the tip of her tongue ran along my bottom lip. I moaned against her, trying to free my arms so that I could pull myself closer to her body and failing. All too soon her lips left mind, and she dropped her arms from around me leaving me feeling bare.

"You really do look beautiful. Come, look."

Kim pushed me to a full-length mirror mounted on the wall closest to the doors. She had her hands on either one of my shoulders, encouraging me to see what she had created. My shoulder length curls lay as they did earlier in the day, outlining my jaw and neck. The black dress fit on each of my curves perfectly, making my ebony skin look radiant. I hadn't noticed before that the material had a slight sparkle to it, and the light caught each one like a star. The slit rose about mid-thigh showing my strong slick legs with heels that looked too tall for me, but just the right at the same time. My breasts were exposed more than I am used to, but the fabric was tight enough to hold them in place. I couldn't help turning to the sides to really take account of the dress's qualities, noticing that it made my already large behind look even more rounded.

"Beautiful," Kim said, lowering her head to whisper in my ear.

Looking at her beside me in the mirror, I noticed our dresses complimented each other very well, as though she'd planned it. I could see that the top of my head reached just under her nose, and I made a mental note to ask exactly how tall she was.

"I love it, professor," I said, twirling for emphasis.

"Good, it's yours to borrow. You'll be wearing it tonight." She turned to leave me then, grabbing my clothes and placing them in one of her desk drawers.

"Tonight?" I asked, reluctantly turning from the mirror to look at Kim's face.

"Why yes, you'll be accompanying me tonight." She said matter-of-factly.

"Where will we be going, professor?"

"Now that will be a surprise," She stood behind her desk and beckoned me to come to her.

Sure footed, I walked and stood in front of her, my back to the desk.

"We do have some time, however. Shall we have some fun?" The look on her face was so childlike, I was afraid if I said `no' she may burst out in tears.

"What did you have in mind?" I said, cocking my head to the side. "

You are so cute when you do that! Turn around honey," She grabbed my waist this time and turned me so that I faced the double doors and the mirror.

I caught her reflection in the mirror and saw a hungry look cross her face before she settled to her beaming smile. Wordlessly, she grabbed onto my hip with her left hand, placing her right between my shoulder blades and guiding my torso toward the desk. Once I was fully bent over- my breast touching her papers - I grabbed onto the edge on the other side of the dark wood to keep myself steady in the foreign heels.

Both hands now grabbing onto my hips, Professor Redding kicked my feet as far apart as the dress would allow, pushing a gasp out of my throat.

"Relax, my sweet, I'm not going to hurt you." She said, her hands sliding down my thighs to the end of the dress.

She pulled the edge of the dress up so that my behind was free of the fabric, and I let out an involuntary shiver feeling the now chilled air through the lace.

"Do you have a sensitive ass?" Kim's tone went back to a curious teacher, catching me off guard. I racked my brain, not having an instance when I had to think of the sensitivity of my behind.

Finally, I settled for, "No professor, I do not believe I do."

"You don't believe what?" She countered, making small circles on the left side of my behind with her index finger.

"I, uh, don't believe I have a sensitive behind, professor." I said, hoping the correction was what she wanted to hear.

Suddenly, I heard a loud snap behind me followed by a stinging pain that replaced her soft fingers.

"Ahh," I proclaimed, fighting the urge to scream on the chance someone might hear.

"Baby, you do not have a behind', you have an ass. Behinds' are what little girls hurt when the fall. Are you a little girl?"

I'd heard her speak like this to one of the trouble student in my class. He'd been speaking to his desk partner the entire session, and she tore him a new one. I don't recall that he returned after that.

Hating the thought that I'd upset Kim, I quickly responded, "Yes professor, I have an ass, and I do not believe my ass is sensitive."

It felt odd letting harsh profanity out of my mouth, but I tried not to make that obvious.

"Better," She hooked her thumbs onto the lacey fabric of my underwear. "Do I have your permission to remove your underwear, sweetheart?"

The blood rushed to my cheeks as I really understood what she was asking. I hadn't had anyone come this close to my private before, and I felt all my nerves pushing against my throat.

As if reading my mind, Kim continued.

"You have nothing to be nervous about, I promise you I have only your best interests in mind. And `no' works perfectly fine with me," Her thumbs still on my underwear, she leaned forward so that her lips were at my ear and whispered, "I only want to pleasure you; I give you my word."

I let out a half moan, all my worries expelled. Is this the power that want has? I thought.

"You can do whatever you want to me, professor," I whispered in a deep, pleading voice.

"That's what I like to hear," she stood, expertly pulling my lace down to my knees.

"You have a perfect ass, did you know that?" Her hands were rubbing me possessively, making my `you-knowwhat' beg for attention.

"No, professor, I didn't know that." I shut my eyes to focus on her touch, on her voice.

"Well that's a shame, you should be complemented regularly especially with a body like this," She bent and placed a kiss on both sides of my ass. "Mm, come here," She pulled me up, turning me quickly so I was facing her again.

Bending down, she pulled my lace to my ankles and I stepped out of them.

"I'm going to hold onto these for a bit," she said tucking them into her bag that was propped up against the desk.

Gently, she pushed me back to the and grabbed onto my thighs, encouraging me to sit on the desk.

"You really are beautiful," she let go of my legs, propping one hand on the desk and the other on my back.

Then, slowly, she bent down to merge her lips with mine. This kiss was different; it was harder and more passionate. I wrapped my legs around her waist instinctively and placed my hands on her neck pulling her closer to me. Without breaking the kiss, she guided me down so that my back laid on the desk, and so I lay beneath her. Our tongues explored one another for just another moment before she straightened her back, smiling down at me.

"Oh, don't pout darling. There will be plenty of time for that, don't worry." She chuckled and ran a finger over my puckered lips.

She bent between my legs so that she was standing on her knees, her face right in from of my `you-know-what'. My breathing stopped all together.

"Look at this pussy," she put her hands on the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs further apart, exposing as much of me as the dress would allow. "I will expect this to be clean shaven from now on, do you understand?"

My cheeks felt hot with embarrassment at the order.

"Y-yes p- professor," I stuttered.

"Don't be embarrassed my little virgin," she said, playfully biting my thigh. "So, what do we call this?" She put two fingers on my `you-know-what' and waited.

I knew she'd be displeased with my name for my private, so I opted for what I thought she'd prefer.

"My pussy?"

"Yes! Yes honey, exactly. That or your sex will do. And this," she pressed her two fingers further into my...pussy causing me to let out a surprised moan, "this is your clit."

Sliding her fingers to the lower part of my pussy, she paused and said, "And this is your very, very wet cunt." She removed her fingers and put them in her mouth. "You are a delicious girl, aren't you?"

I couldn't find my words; I couldn't believe this was real. I simply bit my lip and nodded.

"Is someone getting horny?" The smile in Kim's voice was undeniable.

I gave her another nod.

"Good," and that was all the warning I got.

Her tongue split my pussy lips and found my clit easily. She made what felt like small circles, putting just the right amount of pressure in just the right places.

"Oh my god professor!" I moaned, no longer worrying about who was listening.

She sucked my clit into her mouth, flicking it faster than she had any right to.

"Yes, please, yes!" I yelled incoherently as she made me feel parts of my body I didn't know existed.

Suddenly I felt this pressure building from my clit -- no from my soul? -

it was like every nerve in my body was being set on fire but in a good way. My hips started bucking off the desk as I felt an explosion beginning to erupt from inside me. My professor's hands wrapped possessively around my thighs to keep me in place just in time for the moment sweet relief washed over me.

I felt my entire body spasm before going limp, a sense of pleasure washing over me like a wave -- like every happy memory wrapped into one singular moment.

I closed my eyes, my moans turning into hushed gasps as the wave took over me.

Kim released my thighs and stood, whipping her face with a small handkerchief that seemed to materialize from nowhere.

"Just as I thought, you are so fucking delicious," she planted a small kiss on my thigh and laughed.

I opened my eyes to see her watching me intently.

"Someone enjoyed them self?"

Still gasping, I responded, "Yes, professor, it was amazing."

"You have no idea," A devilish grin played across her face as she slowly leaned over me.

Carefully, she planted a warm kiss on my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself as she claimed my mouth and I sucked hungrily, welcoming this new flavor.

Dr. Redding recovered herself and chuckled.

"Someone likes the way they taste. Well, I can't blame you; you're so sweet it's almost irresistible." She stood, fixing the strands of her auburn hair that had gotten out of place.

"Come," She pulled my dressed back down, "we have somewhere we need to get to."

She began gathering her things as I wordlessly rose from her desk, still lightheaded from my orgasm.

I hopped down from the now tainted wood, staggering slightly having forgotten about my new heels, and winced as I felt the wetness between my legs. Having noticed, Kim looked up from her bag.

"Leave that, I want you to be ready all night." She returned to her belongings, and I felt the blood rush from my face.

I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be like this all night, especially because I had no idea what we were doing once we left the campus.

Thinking of how great she felt - her tongue in my most private part - made me wonder if the rest of the night would be that way. Kim's voice interrupted my new fantasy.

"Let's go, grab your belongings please." She walked over toward the door, and I stumbled behind her.

Locking the door behind us, Kim led me back toward the elevator and to the teacher's parking lot.

I've heard rumors that Professor Redding was one of the wealthiest teachers that worked at the school, and the moment I saw her car the mystery was confirmed.

She drove a slick black Mercedes AMG, the two-door car from my dreams. It was in perfect condition with dark tinted windows and tires that looked as though they were meant for speed.

"Impressed by my little toy?"

I hadn't noticed that I stopped walking, or how far ahead of me Kim had gotten. She turned around and faced me, waiting for my answer.

"I definitely am!" I squealed.

Kim let out her wonderful laugh and closed the distance between us. Looking down at me she studied my face for just a moment.

"Don't get any of your delicious juices on my car. Those are only for me." She flashed a cocky grin before walking toward her car.

I felt my entire body get hot at her command, having almost forgot how wet I was.

I scurried after her and watched as she put her bags in the back seats, motioning for me to give her mine so she could do the same. Then, she stepped to the passenger's side and opened my door. With a graceful bow, she offered the seat to me. I glided in careful to have my dress tucked underneath me to create a barrier from the leather seats. Once Kim got into the car, she sped out of the parking lot and onto the freeway.

"I don't want you to give away anything once we arrive, do you understand?" She gripped my thigh possessively and spoke lightly, as though this was something we did often.

"I'm not entirely sure I follow," I responded.

"You and I are simply good friends enjoying dinner, okay?"

"So, we're going to dinner?" I couldn't help but get excited when she revealed her surprise for me.

Letting out an impatient chuckle, Kim responded, "Yes, but do you understand what I'm saying hon?"

"Yes, professor, I understand." I smiled to myself, I had no idea what she thought I would say, but even the title of friend was something I appreciated from such a highly thought of woman. I just wonder what `friends' do that in their offices.

"We'll see how well you take directions," She said, releasing my thigh and turning up her radio that -- until that moment -- I hadn't noticed was playing.

"I want you to do something for me," her voice had gone deep and husky, intoxicating and delicate like chocolate.

"Anything," And I felt I really meant it.

"Lift your dress and let me see your pussy."

I did as I was told with no hesitation, though Kim didn't take her eyes from the road to look at me.

"I want you to play with yourself."

I've heard the phrase enough to know what it meant, but I've never done it myself. I didn't even know what to do.

As if hearing my thoughts, Kim continued, "Use your middle and ring finger and push them into your cunt." She said the words so matter-of-factly that I flinched.

"B-but, your car," I stammered.

She finally looked at me with a smile that showed she was trying hard not to laugh.

"Don't worry about the car. Won't you do this for me, please?" She gave me that look I just can't say no to; the one that reminded me of a puppy or a child.

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding I brought my right hand to pussy and froze. Looking over to Kim I saw an encouraging smile before she returned her gaze to the road. Closing my eyes, I did as I was instructed -- sliding my fingers deep inside myself. I let out a careful moan, feeling how wet I was and how full my own fingers made me; the foreign feeling of myself inside of me.

It didn't feel like it did when Kim had touched me, but it still felt good.

Biting my lip, I slowly slid my fingers out and then back in moaning each time.

"Faster." I opened my eyes to see Kim looking only at my hand, grasping her steering wheel so hard the leather protested under her clutch. She reluctantly looked at the freeway in intervals as if our safety wasn't as important as what I was doing. I smiled at the thought that I was all she wanted to see.

Taking her command, I picked up the pace. My moans were louder, and I could feel my body working toward the explosion.

Getting closer and closer, I used my free hand to grab onto my left breast and my hips started bucking toward my hand.

"Yeah baby," Kim's voice cut clear through my moans, "that feels good, doesn't? I bet you want to cum don't you? Cum for me, please?"

Her voice was a half moan, but I heard her request regardless. I hooked my two fingers inside myself, knowing there was something there that was demanding attention. Whatever it was, it pushed me over my edge. I let out a yell as I climaxed, feeling my wetness explode around my hand though it wasn't as intense as the one I'd felt back in my professor's office. I slipped my fingers out of myself and let my jagged breathing relax until I let out small gasps.

"That was so sexy, my little virgin."

I hadn't noticed my eyes were closed tight until she spoke. Opening them, I saw that the car had stopped moving, and she was watching me hungrily.

"I wish I could enjoy the mess you've made, but we are late for dinner."

She got out of her car then and walked around to my door. Feeling a jolt of panic, I sat up in my seat and looked out the window. We were parked at a restaurant by the name of Opal. Even from the outside it looked like an expensive place. Each of its three stories was lit and from the windows they all seemed alive with people. I felt the blood leave my face as I looked out of the passenger window to see a valet waiting for me to exit, and a line of people looking to retrieve their cars.

Kim was at my door then, opening it for me. At the very last moment, I pushed my dress back in place, and exited the vehicle.

Pulling me close to her side, Kim lowered her head and whispered to me, "Don't worry, he didn't see your pussy. The windows are too dark for that."

I looked back to see that she was right, even if the valet had been trying to peer into the window, he would have a hard time seeing anything.

After giving her keys to the clueless valet, she ushered me toward the restaurant entrance. Along the walls were benches full of people with more than impatient looks on their faces.

"The wait must be hours for a place like this," I said peering around me.

Kim let out a scoff and motioned for me to follow behind her. As we passed the hostess desk, a young, dark woman gave Kim and me a very perky nod but had no objection as we made our way into the restaurant. Kim navigated swiftly through the tables full of happy chatting people. I recognized the chief of police from the morning news as we passed a table that smelled a little too fondly of alcohol. To my surprise, Kim gave him a kind wave to which he responded with a noticeably slurred `hello there'.

As the tables grew further apart, Kim slowed to walk beside me placing her hand on the small of my back and guiding me forward.

"Don't be nervous, okay?" I looked up to see her smiling warmly at me.

"Why would I be nervous?"

"You'll see," She gave me a slight wink before adding, "and don't worry about anything; you'll be taken care of." With that, she removed her hand from my back as we came upon a large circle table.

There were three people already seated and facing us. The first was an older woman with a kind smile that seemed far too familiar. Her dark hair was cut short, just below her the cut of her jaw. The lines on her face showed she probably frowned as much as she smiled but I could tell she preferred smiling. She wore a complimenting navy-blue pant suit that had a small flag on the breast pocket. Beside her sat an average looking man: tall, blue eyes, balding in the way that made it seem like he was trying to hold onto whatever hair he had left. His face was smiling, but it wouldn't reach his eyes. Last and most certainly not least, to the right of the couple, was a young woman who looked stunning in a dark blue pant suit that matched that of the older woman. Come to think of it, she looked very much like the older woman from the set of her jaw to the hazel almost green in her eyes. Aside from the younger woman's long auburn hair, they could've been the same person. Why were they so familiar?

"Well, it's about time you got here Kimmy I was about to order without you!" The younger woman stuck her tongue at my professor, but I could feel the warmth in her taunt.

"You're always so impatient Noemi, I'm here, aren't I?" Kim rolled her eyes and put one hand on her hip, a gesture I recognize from the arguments I have with my older brother.

"Looks like you've brought some dessert?" Noemi looked at me with the same hungry look Kim had in the car, only much more obvious. I shifted uneasily at her glance, feeling my face get warm as she winked at me.

"She's mine," Kim snapped, all amusement gone from her voice. Noemi didn't look away from me, the sly smile that crossed her face only growing as Kim spoke. "She's a student and friend of mine," Kim cleared her throat, calling my attention, "Here, sit."

Kim gently tugged on my arm, encouraging me to sit next to the older woman while she sat next to Noemi, aiming a pointed stare at her before turning her attention back to me. Noemi gave a slight shrug and turned to her menu.

"If you couldn't guess from her bratty tone, this is my younger sister Noemi," she gave her a disregarding wave, "And these are my parents, Phillis and Philip Redding." Phillis beamed a smile at me, and I could see exactly where Kim got her warmth.

"Pleasure to meet you," Phillip's voice was gruff and accented.

He tilted an invisible hat at me, and I giggled in response.

"Phillis and Phillip?" I couldn't help myself from asking. The couple shared an endearing look before Phillis responded.

"On a college trip to the castles in Ireland my school was paired with another to explore some of the ruins. They broke us off into groups alphabetically -- by first names of all things!" She shook her head amused. "There was another Phillis in my class and one last spot on Phillip's group. Fortunately the other Phillis' last name was Rolling. My last name was Redfern --"

"And mine Redding," Phillip finished, his accent coming off rougher than before. "I haven't let her out of my sight since," He snuck a small kiss behind Phillis' ear and winked at Kim and me.

What was with this family and winking?

"Yes, yes, the love story we all long to have one day," Noemi gave a dismissing wave of her menu, bringing our attention back to the table. "There just happens to be an absence of food in front of me, and I'm ready to fix that." She waved the attention of the waiter who had stood patiently by the table, "I'll have the duck with a side salad, bring out the '78 Bordeaux please." She handed the waiter her menu, watching me as she did so.

"A glass, ma'am?" The polite waiter asked.

"The bottle, babe," Noemi said, her eyes still on me.

I fought Noemi's gaze and leaned my head to whisper to Kim, "I haven't had a chance to look at the menu yet," I could feel my embarrassment thinking of having this family wait for me to order.

"Don't worry, darling," Kim laid her hand on my thigh, pushing the fabric up so that my skin was exposed. Looking at her sister, she possessively squeezed my thigh as she said, "You don't have any food allergies, do you?"

I could feel Noemi's eyes on my face, but I couldn't look away from Kim.

Working hard to show nothing was out of place, I responded honestly, "I'm only allergic to bees, no food."

She gave one slight nod, then removed her hand from my thigh and spoke to the waiter.

"I'll have the filet mignon, and she'll have the salmon -- both from the Chef Special, please."

Once she completed our orders, Kim rested her chin on her hand looking at Noemi. I turned to find her gaze still on mine, a questioning brow raised. I looked down into my lap, intimidated by her gaze.

"Stop scaring my guest," Kim said to Noemi in a sweet tone.

"Oh, the last thing I want to do is scare her," Noemi made no attempt to hide the flirting tone in her voice. Kim ignored it smoothly, and addressed her parents who both ordered a steak and lobster dinner.

"So mom, how's everything going? Any idea who might be running against you in the reelection?"

A second waiter came and left five glasses of water.

"My assistant says it might be our fun chief over there," She gestured back to the table that made no attempt to conceal the empty liquor glasses, and where another man burst out in earth-shaking laughter. "I wouldn't consider him much of an opponent."

"Reelection?" I asked, looking up from my lap and happy to see that Noemi turned her attention to her mother.

"Oh, yes, my mother here is the mayor. Had I not mentioned that?" Kim tapped on her glass guiltily.

"No harm done, I'm hardly interesting enough for younger kids to know who I am now-a-days," Phillis shook her head causing her short hair to bounce.

"Oh no! You're definitely interesting, I've read two of your books. I just didn't recognize you ma'am." I could feel my face getting warm, and knew the embarrassment was easy to read.

I knew this family looked familiar, they're the `it' family. I knew now that her father -- the mayor's husband -- was the owner of four very successful car lots in our city alone. Noemi's shown up a few times on television beside her mother, the next prodigy. But she never went by Mayor Redding, always Phillis, Phillis R. It's no wonder it took embarrassingly so long to figure it out. Phillis was watching me with a concealed amusement as she watched me put the pieces slowly together.

"Well, I always appreciate someone interested in my work, so thank you." She smiled and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

The next two hours were filled with lively conversation about authors, traveling, and politics. Our waiters brought out our food and Noemi was sure to order more wine should we reach a dangerously low capacity.

I felt myself relax steadily as I engaged in a heated debate on the nutritional and flavor values of beef versus lamb. We settled on him making a promise to fly us all to Italy for what he called `the only real way to eat lamb'.

Throughout the evening, Kim would find small excuses to touch my leg, my back, my hand, and my shoulder making it hard for me to completely forget about the mess I made in her car or the ever-present feeling radiating from my you-now...I mean my pussy.

Noemi -- for the most part -- stayed her advances, but I couldn't help notice how her foot would randomly brush up against my leg under the table. Mr. and Mrs. Redding excused themselves after the bill was paid -- the entire bill that somehow came to over one-thousand dollars - but Kim and Noemi stayed and talked about how Noemi planned to spend her twenty-fifth birthday scuba diving in Peru while they shared a slice of what was described as `the best chocolate cake on the coast'. It was then I decided to excuse myself to go to the restroom.

I stood and felt the effects of the five glasses of wine and the two drinks Phillip insisted I try. I stumbled slightly, grasping onto the table for balance. Neither woman seemed to notice my unsteadiness as I followed the waiter's directions to the lady's room.

When I picked my stall, I sat heavily and examined my dress, very happy to see that I hadn't managed to ruin it in the car. I stepped out to wash my hands, and as I was about to return to our table, I almost ran into Noemi.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss Noemi," I placed a hand on the wall to balance myself and made a mental note that heels were much harder to navigate under the influence.

Noemi grabbed onto my shoulders, seeing that I couldn't steady myself on my own. I expected her hands to fall away once I was standing, but she held me tightly.

I looked into her eyes, noticing that she was slightly shorter than Kim, but still taller than me.

"Miss Noemi?" She had a cocky smile that gave me butterflies. "Have you had a little too much to drink?"

I couldn't help but giggle, the alcohol muting any sense I might have had.

"You are really adorable, you know that?" Noemi stepped closer to me, her hands moving from my shoulders to my elbows.

"Pfft, no not me," I shook my head, something I instantly regretted.

She let out a laugh, one that sounded almost like Kim's but higher in pitch.

"Yes, yes you," She placed her hands on my waist and pressed her body against mine. Using her left hand, she lifted my chin to meet her gaze.

"So adorable," She whispered as she planted a kiss against my lips.

For the second time today -- and in my life -- a woman kissed me.

Her lips were soft and warm, and they tasted so much like wine and chocolate that they made my head spin more than it already was. Encouraged by alcohol I kissed her back enthusiastically, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling myself closer.

What am I doing? My mind tried to scream at me. I don't care, I thought back.

After just a few seconds there was the sound of a door opening and closing behind us, and a not-so-subtle clearing of someone's throat. Noemi broke our kiss but held me protectively with my face buried in her hair. I felt Noemi let out a sigh of annoyance before she spoke.

"You have wonderful timing," the sarcasm was obvious as she addressed the person over her shoulder.

Stepping out of her embrace, I peered around her to see Kim with her arms crossed and an annoyed smile.

"You should be heading home now. I've already taken the liberty of calling you a cab, I think you've had a little to drink to be driving yourself home."

Kim walked to stand between me and Noemi, her back turned to me.

Noemi looked from her sister down to me and then back again, "Fine, fine."

She gave Kim a loving smile before turning to me, "I hope to see you again. Soon." Giving me one final wink, she left the restroom leaving me and Kim alone.

Kim turned and looked down at me, anger clearly still displayed on her face.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

I could feel the tears spiking in my eyes -- another result of the alcohol. Kim's eyes grew wide in horror and then her face warmed into a more-than-amused smile.

"Oh honey, why in the world are you crying?" She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a hug, tucking my head under her chin.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and willed myself to stop crying.

"I-I'm not, I'm not sure," I said between stifled sobs.

I felt Kim's body shaking around mine, and it took me a moment to realize she was laughing.

"You really are adorable. No, I'm not mad at you. My sister can be more than bit much at times, and you are definitely more than intoxicated."

She stepped back to examine me; my eyes were certainly red from the involuntary tears.

"I certainly can't take you back to your car now; you're far too much of a mess to drive. You'll come with me and we'll sober you up." Kim led me out of the restroom my hand securely in hers. I'm sure from any bystander point of view, it looked like a responsible professional taking care of their friend who can't handle their liquor. I didn't mind, I focused on the warmth of her palm in mine.

Rather than return to our table, she led me through the maze of tables and bodies, and out the front door. I struggled to keep up with her, but somehow we made it back to the valet in one piece.

Kim's car was already parked out front, so she placed a bill in our valet's hand and opened my door.

"In you go," she said, patting my behind as I scrambled to sit properly.

After closing my door, Kim walked around the front of the car gracefully slid into her driver's side. The moment I figured out the mechanism that was her seatbelt she sped onto the street.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Kim asked, turning left onto the freeway.

"So much! Your family is so interesting!" I squealed ignoring any slur there may have been in my voice.

"They can be," She glanced at me and smiled before continuing, "especially Noemi. She has a very -- well let's just say she doesn't have a great sense of personal space." Her hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter before relaxing.

"So, you are mad?" I asked, emotion dripping into my voice.

Kim's shoulders relaxed and she let out a sigh, noticeably slowing down as we changed lanes on the freeway.

A smile in her voice she said, "No, I'm not mad. You're an attractive young woman and my sister; she's more than a handful. That's why I told them we were friends, so she wouldn't try anything" Kim let out a laugh and ran her hand through her hair, ruining her bun and letting her auburn hair fall down her back. "She's always trying to take my things," she smiled at me and I gave her a drunken smile in return.

Kim must've secretly exited the freeway at some point because when I looked back up she was pulling into a parking garage for a large building. She backed into a parking spot, turned off her car and gazed at me. Her hand gently pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear and then rested on my neck.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" She asked in an unsure voice.

I didn't answer but looked at her questioningly.

"I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you because you've been drinking," she shrugged, "so I'm asking, do you mind if I kiss you?"

I bit my lip and looked at her through dizzy eyes.

Releasing my lip I answered, "I would love it if you kissed me, professor."

Kim relaxed and slid her hand into my hair grabbing a fistful. I let out a moan as she slowly pulled me closer.

"You are mine," she whispered against my lips.

She kissed me roughly, her lips easily bruising mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth exploring my own. She tasted just like her sister -- wine and chocolate -- but she felt so sure. I moaned against her and grabbed onto her shoulders, my fingers digging into her skin as I tried to pull myself deeper into her. She broke our kiss to let out a moan and grabbed onto the hand that created read lines on her skin.

"Now, you don't play nice, do you?" She kissed the tips of my fingers before returning my hand to me.

I chuckled embarrassingly and slip my hand behind my back.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," Kim grabbed her bag, stepped out of her car, and walked around to open my door. She gestured for me to leave my belongings and helped me step out of my seat.

Entwining her fingers with mine, she led me to a large elevator. We stepped inside and she pulled a key from her bag and inserted it into a small slot under the floor buttons.

"You need a key to get to my loft," She turned the key and the elevator shot upward.

Kim released my hand and slid her arm around my waist as the elevator came to a stop. The large silver doors opened into a wide room with dark wooden floors. The lights were already on and showing what looked like a living room with walls filled with art that looked old and expensive. Small vases with two or three flowers were scattered over all the flat services -- all except the piano. Kim led me into the room a sat me at the L-shaped couch.

"Feel free to get comfortable, I've a few calls I need to make so I'll be gone for just a moment." She patted my head and gracefully walked through a hallway and out of sight.

I thought for a moment about who she would need to call at nearly 10:30 on a Thursday evening, but I quickly expelled the thought.

My body felt tired, and the presence of alcohol didn't help that now. I slipped off the stilettos Dr. Redding loaned me and set them beside the glass coffee table in front of me. Straightening my dress, I put my feet on the couch and lay back on one of the cushions so that my eyes stared up at the high ceiling. I could tell I wasn't tired enough to sleep, but I gave my eyes a chance to rest for a bit. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I was completely relaxed when I felt my legs being nudged apart.

My eyes shot open, and I lifted myself up on my elbows to see Kim crawling on the couch.

Feeling slightly dizzy from moving too fast, I fell back against my pillow hoping to steady my head. Kim kept moving up my body until she laid directly over me, her chest touching mine. I could feel that she wasn't putting all of her weight on me as she positioned herself so she was looking into my eyes.

"I take it you got comfortable?" She smiled down at me brushing more hair off my face.

"I did, your house is really nice," I smiled back at her and hesitantly put my hands on her waist.

"Well, I need somewhere to unwind at," Kim rubbed her thumb along my bottom lip and then slid it from my chin to my neck, stopping when she reached the fabric of my dress where my cleavage was.

"I think I'm ready to get out of these clothes, are you?" She tugged my dress once and then sat up on her knees, stepping off the couch not bothering to fix her dress that's risen just below her behind.

She offered me a hand and tugged me so that I stood in front of her, and she must have taken her shoes off at some point because now I stood with my eyes at her nose.

"Yes professor," I looked up to meet her gaze, a smile on her face.

"Good." Kim turned to walk back down the hall, and I followed close on her heels.

We made a right and the hall gave way to a room three times as big as her office. There was more artwork on the walls, but these had more color than the ones in the living room. She had a beautiful bookcase that stretched from one end of a wall to another whose' titles looked worn from constant use.

I had this urge to go over them all.

The bed that sat in the center of the room was large and neat, grey comforters and pillows laid on it. To the right of the bed was a separate wall made completely out of mirror, the opposite housing an open en suite and bathroom.

"Lovely," I breathed as I admired the room.

"It's home," She said stepping aside to give me a chance to explore.

I ran my hands over the bookshelf, seeing a few familiar titles, before walking over to the bed. The comforter was soft, and I could tell it would be warm underneath. Below my feet, the hardwood floor gave way to a soft rug that felt expensive though I assumed everything in the home was. I turned around to see Kim looking at her collection of books, arms crossed. She looked beautiful even with her back to me.

"Can you help me with this dress, darling?" She called my attention as though she already felt my eyes on her.

Dr. Redding moved her hair so that her back was bared to me, a zipper revealed on her strapless dress.

"Of course, professor," I said as I walked over to her.

I grabbed onto the zipper and easily guided it to its resting place just above her behind. The fabric of her dress gave way to her smooth skin, flawless aside from the strapless black bra she wore. I stepped back and she turned letting the dress fall to her ankles before stepping out of it. The black thong she wore matched perfectly to her bra and complimented her body well. My eyes studied her perfect toned body, and I felt my heartbeat pick up as my eyes settled on her breast. I've never seen another woman like this. I liked it.

he said following my gaze and chuckled lightly. Kim stepped forward and tugged on the strap of my dress.

"I think it's time you returned this to me," She smiled down at me and waited.

Wordlessly, I grabbed the hem of my borrowed fabric and pulled it over my head. I handed the dress to my professor, and she tossed it aside like it was nothing.

Kim considered me hungrily and when her eyes stopped moving, she bit her lip -- the sexiest thing I've ever seen a woman do. I followed her eyes and noticed she had been staring at my naked you-know-what. I realized I'd completely forgotten that she'd taken my underwear and felt a ping of embarrassment at the thought. Instinctively I covered myself with my hands.

Kim cocked her head to the side questioningly.

"Are you embarrassed my little pet?" Her voice was encouraging and sweet, but I couldn't help but notice the use of the word pet.

"No-no professor," I moved my hands behind my back and attempted to stand proudly.

Kim closed the distance between us, placing her hands on either side of my face and pressing her body against mine. She ran her thumbs along my bottom lip before kissing my ear. Previous concerns now forgotten and alcohol as an encouragement, I placed my hands onto Kim's waist and stretched to kiss her forcefully. I felt her startle beneath me, but she returned my touch eagerly. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, and I clutched onto her digging my nails into her skin. Kim pulled away from me then, chuckling as she held me at arm's length.

"Are you trying to mark me?"

"No Dr. Redding, I'm sorry I got a bit excited," I looked up at her through my long, curled lashes.

Kim studied me for a moment before bending down to wrap her hands around the back of my thighs. She pulled me up quickly and I wrapped my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She felt strong and steady beneath me, not faltering under my weight at all. She looked only at my lips and kissed me lightly while she walked forward. My hands found their way into her hair while our mouths explored each other until she lowered my back onto the bed. Beneath me the bed felt perfect -- soft and comfortable -- and on top of me Kim's skin was smooth and warm. She broke our kiss and moved her lips to my neck, biting the spot just beneath my ear.

I let out a loud moan and pulled harder on her hair. I've never had someone kiss me (well bite me) here and I liked it. Expertly, Kim's hands slipped to my back and unclasped my bra; she pulled it off and tossed it aside with little more than a second thought. Her body hovered over mine and I felt my breath catch in response. She took one long finger and ran it from my neck, between my breast, and to my naval.

"You look so delicious baby girl," She met my eyes, and I bit my lip, waiting for her to make the next move.

"Can you lay here for me? For just a moment? I'll be back I promise," Kim moved her hand back up to my face and tugged on my lower lip, something I learned to mean `stop biting'.

I released my lip, and she walked over to a night stand I hadn't noticed on the other side of the bed. I laid back and closed my eyes, listening to rather than watching her movement.

I heard what sounded like metal hitting metal, and fabric sliding against skin. I opened my eyes when I heard footsteps approaching me and couldn't help but smile when Kim's face came back into view.

"I missed you," I said innocently.

Kim let out that infectious wonderful laugh and leaned over me putting both hands on the bed on either side of my head.

"I like the way that sounds. Don't worry, I'll always keep my promises," She leaned in to kiss me and I flinched.

Her hips pressed against me, and I felt something cold and rubbery. Kim felt me tense and pulled back to look at me.

"Are you okay?" She said with a smile.

"Something touched me," I wasn't sure how to describe it, but by the amused look on Kim's face I knew she understood what I meant.

"I'm sure you know what it is," Her smiled widened as she waited for me to figure out what she meant. I am sad to report, I was still clueless.

With a less than exasperated sigh, Kim lifted what looked like a plastic penis into my view. Now I understood.

"Oh!" I gasped, half-embarrassed.

"Well, I see my virgin does know a thing or two; this is one of my favorite toys," Kim playfully slapped my naval with the silicone piece of her strap-on. "I want to play with you, but I want you to be open to it. Simply put, I would love to fuck you, but you have to say yes. Will you let me fuck you, pet?"

She sounded confident and sweet, and it made me feel small. I felt my body respond to her words, my nipples hardened and all I felt was want.

"Do whatever you want to me," I breathed.

Kim chuckled and whispered, "little freak," before she kissed my collar bone.

My breathing picked up as she trailed light kisses down to my right nipple. She flicked me with her tongue and sucked my nipple into her mouth possessively. I cried out her name as she grabbed onto my left nipple with her right thumb and middle finger. She claimed my skin with bites and marks that would look like bruises against my dark skin if she did not professionally engineer them to disappear.

Her hand moved from my breast down to my hip and her nails lightly scratched the skin there leaving heat behind them. My back arched off the bed in pleasure and my moans grew deeper than I ever thought possible. Kim's lips released my almost raw nipple and planted a warning kiss just above my bellybutton. She adjusted herself and I felt the pressure of her toy against my cunt.

Her eyes pierced my own and she waited until I gave a tight nod. The tip of her toy slid easily into me, and I grabbed onto the comforter to keep from screaming out.

"Someone's ready for me," She leaned over me and returned both hands to the bed on either side of my neck. She kissed the side of my cheek and slowly pushed her hips toward me sliding the toy deeper into me. There was a slight pressure, but she pushed easily past it.

"You need to breath," Kim's hand ran gingerly over my forehead and I hadn't realized my eyes were squeezed shut and I'd stopped breathing. I let out a slow huff of air and felt the toy deep and unmoving.

"Are you okay?" My professor's face was kind and worried as she looked down at me.

I considered this for a moment. There was some pain, but above it all was a new pleasure I'd never felt, but I knew that I felt far more than good. This new feeling was and full and engulfing, and I wanted more of it.

Releasing the comforter, I grabbed onto Kim's back and pulled her down to me, kissing her possessively. A surprised moan escaped Kim, but she didn't miss a beat. Her body lowered on top of mine and, kissing me, she moved her hips, so her toy slid slowly out of me and back in. I broke our kiss and made a sound I'd never thought I was capable of, digging my nails into the skin on her back. Kim took a sharp intake of breath but didn't stop. She picked up speed and thrust harder into me making me cry out loud enough to make my voice hoarse.

"I knew you'd like this baby," Kim dislodged my fingers from her skin and secured my wrists easily above my head. I hardly resisted, too focused on the feeling building deep inside my you-know-what -- I mean pussy.

"Are you close, hmm? Do you want cum?" Her voice took on a new tone, one I couldn't place. It was raw, husky, and tantalizing.

I nodded at her, my breathing shallow and knowing.

"Awe, come on, you know I want to hear you say it," She was teasing me. Actually teasing me.

I bit my lip willing the words to come out.

"Yes, professor, I want to cum please let me cum," I begged. I've heard the term before, but I wasn't exactly sure what that meant. I was very eager to find out.

Kim triumphantly licked her lip before releasing my wrists. She pulled her strap-on out of me abruptly, grabbed onto my waist, and flipped me so that I lay on my stomach. My head was left spinning in response, as though the alcohol refused to be forgotten.

"I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this," Kim rubbed her hands over my behind possessively, and surprised me by kissing it. She pulled my body up so that I was on my hands and knees and my legs were spread far apart. I felt her position herself on the bed between my legs, and without warning she slammed her toy in my cunt grabbing my hips and pulling me toward her.

"Oh god Dr. Redding, fuck! Please!" I screamed out at her, but my words fell on deaf ears.

My professor was claiming my body, and I wanted it. Each time she thrust forward she'd pull my hips back to meet her. After seconds of this, my arms shook and gave out under me and my chest fell onto the bed. Kim ran one hand up my back as she laughed a loud a glorious sound. When she reached my hair, she grabbed a handful and pulled. Hard.

"Get your ass back up, you're not done," She commanded, still fucking me.

I forced my arms to hold me up, but knew I couldn't stay this way much longer.

"Yes, professor" I moaned.

"You're so good at doing what you're told, pet," Kim cooed, returning her hand to my hip.

I felt the familiar pressure building -- the one I was already becoming addicted too -- and knew it was only a matter of time. My fists made tight balls on the comforter and my breathing became shallow and less controlled.

"Professor," I breathed, unsure if she could hear me.

"Yes baby?" She slowed her movements but stayed firmly where she was.

"Can, can I p-please cum, professor?" My voice sounded broken and tired from my screaming, but this time I knew she heard me.

"Of course, you can, my pet."

She put her hands on my back then and guided me so my chest lay back onto the bed. She adjusted herself so she was practically on top of me and slid her toy in and out of me slowly. It surprised me when I felt my explosion closer than before, like a fire you can visibly watch grow, the embers igniting parts of my pleasure I didn't know existed.

"I can't help it," I heard my professor day almost to herself, and then she shifted.

Just as I was on the brink of coming, Kim slammed into me with so much force I let out a half-bark half-yell. She'd regained her tempo and matched her intensity. There was no mercy in the way she fucked me, and my body didn't care. After what felt like a few seconds my climax consumed me. My legs shook as I exploded around Kim's strap, my cum pouring making streams down my thighs. My body convulses violently, forcing me to fall forward off of Kim's toy.

I don't know if it was the alcohol, but my entire body felt like it was floating as I reveled in the pleasure I was feeling. Kim laid behind me, snaking her arms around my body and pulling me into her; her strap-on suddenly missing. In her arms I felt so small, and against her body I could sense just how much taller than me she really was. She positioned me so that she could lay her head on my shoulder while she trailed small circles on my skin.

"How do you feel?" Her voice was a whisper beside my ear, her breath tickling me.

"Amazing," my body felt exhausted honestly.

"Excellent," she cooed the word, "Your virginity belongs to me now," her arms tightened around me and she kissed the spot behind my ear. "That is, if you would like to be."

She lifted her head so that she could meet my eyes. Staring back at her, I felt a longing. I wanted nothing more than to belong to this woman in this moment-- not that I fall in love easily, but there was this draw she had and I was pulled in without a fight.

"Yes, more than anything I would love to be yours, doctor," My voice was small and didn't feel like it belonged to me. I shifted in Kim's arms so that I could kiss her jaw. She laughed -- such a happy sound -- and buried her face in the curls that had fallen onto my neck. Her fingers absently danced up and down my back and I shivered with want.

How could I want more of her already? I thought to myself.

Then I knew.

I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her feel the way I felt if I could. I stretched in her arms so that my lips met hers in a soft kiss. She didn't object, kissing me back warmly. I freed my arms from her hold and slid my hands to her back where the claps of her bra met. Nervously, I worked the claps and was quite happy that they easily gave way. Kim, knowingly, adjusted her body so I could remove her strapless bra, and toss it to the floor.

When I broke out kiss I was not disappointed.

Her breasts were perfect mounds against her; they were slightly larger than my own. Just as the skin on the rest of her body, her breasts were void of blemishes and her honey-colored nipples were hard and waiting. My mouth actually watered.

"What do you want baby?" Kim looked at me patiently.

"You," I said without thinking.

Kim responded with a light chuckle.

"I mean what do you want to do to me? Or would you prefer to just look at me?" There was no sarcasm in the way she spoke, and I felt like a student in her classroom again.

"Shouldn't art be admired, but never touched?" I teased.

"I promise you; this art is more hands-on than you think," She ran the tips of her fingers over her waiting nipples, causing her breast to jump happily at the attention.

I made a small sound as I watched her.

"I'm not sure I know what to do," I admitted.

Kim gently grabbed my hand and rested it over her right breast.

"Don't think too hard, just listen to your instincts. I'll tell you what to do if you need it. There is no pressure, hon." She released my hand and watched me carefully.

Underneath my palm her skin was warm. I mimicked her by pinching her nipple between my fingers, careful to watch the amount of pressure I applied.

"Fuck," Kim breathed.

I looked at her to see her eyes were closed and her breathing jagged. I felt a small triumph being able to bring some pleasure to her. Removing my hand, I leaned forward a placed a light kiss on her nipple loving the way it felt on my lips and knowing I wanted so much more. Kim's hand slid into my hair, pushing my head and encouraging me to keep going. I kissed her a little harder and she gripped my hair making me feel like I was doing something right. I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth and swirled it around my tongue loving the way it tasted, like her.

Kim let out a moan -- it was a high sound almost like a bell -- and put her free hand on my lower back pulling me closer. I released her nipple and sucked on her breast, her skin quickly reflecting my attention with marks that looked like they may be in place long after tonight.

"You're doing so good, pet," The hand that had taken ownership of my hair was now on the back of my neck, lightly caressing me.

I moved my lips to her left breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth, much harder than before. Kim took a harsh intake of breath, but her hands stayed unmoving on my body. I slid my hands onto her hips, tucking my thumbs underneath the strap of her thong. My lips moved to the spot between her breast and I left full kisses there, down to her stomach, and onto her hips. I stretched to see her face, which was red and flushed her bottom lip captive to her teeth. I didn't wait for instruction, my thumbs still hooked onto her thong I slid the fabric down her legs and off the bed. I looked, nervously, back to my very naked professor and saw her pussy was shaved perfectly -- her skin as smooth as the rest of her body -- and wet.

I mean, it was soaked and glistening against the light.

"Wow," I whispered.

Kim saw up to look at me, "What's wrong?"

She sounded breathless, another small triumph for me.

"It's just, you're so wet professor."

"Mm," she hummed, adjusting so that she sat on the edge of the bed facing the mirrored wall.

"Well, it's your fault, so that means you need to take care of it." Kim placed her hand under my chin and guided me so that I stood back on the floor.

"I understand, professor," I stood -- naked -- and waited for some sort of command. Kim opened her legs wide, showing her wonderful pussy and making me lick my lips in anticipation. She leaned back on her hand and tilted her head at me -- not questioningly but considerably. Using her free hand, she made a `down' gesture. Before I could ask the question, Kim said, "On your hands and knees."

Wanting only to please her, I did as she said now having to look up at her from my position on the floor. She made `come here' gesture with her pointer finger, and I crawled to her stopping between her legs with my face just a few inches from my goal.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" Her voice gave me chills and made my clit pulse with want.

"Yes, professor," I breathed, "please."

Kim sat for a moment, bringing her free hand to her pussy. She considered me for split second before she started rubbing her own clit. She let out small moans and teased herself expertly. This amount of sexuality was completely unfair.

I felt a new ping of want and frustration building in me, as I knew I had to wait for permission for my turn. I watched hungrily as my professor touched herself, enjoying the audience that so willingly wanted to participate.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke.

"Well, come get it," All the invitation I needed. I leaned forward and used my tongue to dance between her lips and around her ever-present fingers.

She tasted so sweet, so different.

This is something I could get addicted to. I thought as my tongue ran from the tip of her all the way down to her cunt.

"Oh, your little tongue is perfect," she cooed. "I want you to suck my clit, pet. Can you do that for me?"

My face still in her pussy, I used my tongue to find her clit -- so small and swollen; waiting. -- Almost like a button. Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked her button, and felt her body shake each time I did. Then, as gently as I did to her nipple, I sucked her clit into my mouth loving how smooth it felt on my lips.

"Yes," Kim hissed, moving a hand back to my hair.

Taking this as encouragement, I rubbed my tongue over her clit while I still sucked it in my mouth. At first, I did it hesitantly, but Kim's moans grew louder, and I let that guide me. I moved faster swirling my tongue around her and claiming her button.

"Fuck yes, my little pet you're so go, fuck! I'm going to cum all over that pretty face of yours," Kim pushed my face deeper into her and I knew she was close.

I adjusted so I could wrap my hands around her thighs and pull myself into her. I hungrily sucked her clit, completely aware of the way Kim's hand gripping onto my hair.

"Right there, right there!" She yelled between her moans. Suddenly, Kim let out a high muffled scream, squeezing my head with her thighs for a brief moment before releasing. I was welcomed by her cum dripping onto my bared chest.

I slid my tongue down to her cunt to catch every drop, loving the way she tasted and the way her body reacted to me.

I felt Kim lay back, her breathing loud and tired. I stretched on my knees to see her lying on the bed. She was biting her lip; her hands were covering her eyes as she tried to regulate her breathing.

"Did you like that, professor?" I watched Kim smile wide knowing she didn't see that I was staring.

She licked her lips before answering.

"For your first time, you definitely did amazingly," She bit her lip again and stayed quiet.

Watching her bite her lip made me hungry for more of her. She looked amazing lying on the bed the way she was, and I couldn't sit still any longer. I crawled up onto the bed -- still standing -- and placed a kiss on her collar bone. Kim moved her hands from her face and with her eyes still closed she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to hug me.

"You felt so good, are you sure you haven't done this before?" This time, I laughed.

"I would hope I'd know if I did something like this before," I teased.

"Mm, so you're a natural pussy eater?" Her tone was light but had the kind of flirting undertone her sister used. My face got warm with embarrassment, and I hid my face on her shoulder rather than responding. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about, beautiful. It's an art, and art is meant to be admired remember?" She ran a hand along my back allowing me to relax.

I looked up at her and saw she was already looking at me. She gave me a cute smile and bent down to kiss me.

"I taste good, don't I?" Kim sounded cocky.

"You're delicious," I licked my lips, working to entice her.

"Still so cute," She smoothed my hair and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. I felt my heart pounding in my chest in response to the question I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"Professor?" I let innocence drip into my voice.

"Yes?" Her eyes stayed closed and her body unmoving.

"Can I -- Can I use your toy?" Kim's eyes shot open then and set into the amused look on her face.

"And why ever would you need that?"

I smiled sheepishly before answering, "

"I'd like to use it on you, professor."

The smile that spread across her face was almost al of the answer I needed, but still I waited for the words. Kim stretched to kiss me fully, cupping my behind and slipping her hand into my hair. This night is far from over, I thought, so far.