RED
“Sit cross legged.” He demanded in that calm voice that is absolutely maddening.My legs immediately comply with his order, my spine straightened and my body hummed with expectation. Until him, I didn't even know I found dominance attractive. His eyes darken after seeing me in the position. And I could feel it, the tension that tightened it's claws around both of us, threatening to snap and make us run crazy from all the want. I don't dare look away from his freakishly handsome face. Remembering the first time I noticed him. I swore up and down that I was going to skip all of my classes and focus solely on surfing, and being away from my family. Until I looked up from my phone to see the owner if the creamy, soft and calm voice that had the entire class listening attentively. I remember vividly the ripple of pleasure that shot through my spine, straightening it as our eyes met. His grey eyes had a way of making you feel like the only one in the universe. I felt all of my senses come alive that day, and i can't count the number of times I touched myself to that look he gave me. Slowly looking at me from under those thick lashes. His arm muscles bulged as he gripped the pencil tenderly and made strokes on the paper. My eyes follow his arms up to where his white T shirt was folded right around his elbows. I swallowed as I imagined the tracing the veins that jumped on his thick arms. He must work out a lot, unless those veins came about from pumping himself. My mouth watered at the mental image of his hand stroking his hardness, his eyes shut, and his head thrown backwards as his groans spilled from his luscious lips in rhythm with his hands pumping up and down. My tongue sticks out just as the mental image of his seed sprays out in front of him. To my disappointment, my mouth is empty and he is fully clothed, in front of his canvas, his eyes on the work in front of him. I swallow, feeling embarrassed like I had been caught doing something I was not supposed to do. Even if he had no knowledge of what I was thinking about. To distract myself, I think of Jessica who was on the floor above me. Unlike me and my permanent client, she had randoms, so according to her, it was not fun. Also she advised i watched how he acted around me today, and report back to her, she will decide if he was my permanent client because he too wanted to do very nasty things to my body or because he didn't like seeing different faces every time. I really hope the verdict is in my favour. “Your fingers.” He says startling me.I blink in confusion. The way his voice turned me into something else needed to be studied. I heard the voice but not the words, it was like it washed over me, briefly passing over my nerve endings, tuning them to respond to his voice. “Your fingers. You keep playing with them. It is distracting.” I look down at my interlocked fingers, and immediately unlocking them, placing my hands at my sides limply. Anne had told me before that once I was anticipating something, my fingers get impatient and start locking and unlocking themselves. “Place them both palm facing down on the bench.” I automatically do as I am told and he seems satisfied because he goes back to drawing me. His eyes flicker to me and our eyes meet again. And thus time I hold onto those grey eyes, I feel the electric current between us pass again. He swallows, his eyes not leaving mine. He must feel it too. Suddenly I am underneath him, my hands tied above my head, his grey eyes hovers above me and they promise me things untold. His mouth dips to my midriff, I whimper as his soft mouth make contact with my skin. He leaves tiny butterfly kisses all over my bare skin, hisses of pleasure escape my lips as we make eye contact from over the mould of my breasts. His hands work Slowly, tracing an invisible line on the outer sides of both my legs, his hands and mouth move simultaneously, as they both teased me by playing on the side-lines. Suddenly moving up my body, up to my neck, he plants a kiss between my neck and collar bone, whispering in a husky voice; “You are so beautiful.”My breaths come out short and i am unable to form a response to that. I am a mess of moans as his kisses move from my neck to my jawline. My hands struggle in their hold to do something, run my fingers through his hair or something like that. I start to beg him to untie my hands but what comes out of my mouth are unintelligible and scattered words punctuated by sharp breaths. “I can't untie you Red... you were playing with your hands. Distracting me, I had to do something about them.” He says in between kissing my jawline.Nothing he says makes sense. But a word stands out to me. “Red?” I gasp out.His kisses trailed to my ear, I shiver in pleasure underneath him. “Hmm... you're always in a red thong. Tempting me.” He punctuates this with a dart of his tongue snaking behind my ear. I whimper and my legs squeezed shut. Wet was an understatement of the century right now, I was flooding the entire place. “You are so pretty.” He mumbles again as his lips grazed my earlobe. I felt myself shiver against his hard body. My moans were unintelligible at this point, I was way past caring about it too. I just wanted him to slam himself inside me at this point. I felt something against my lips. I blink, and everything came back into focus. I was day dreaming about him again. He was not doing any of that, I was imagining all of it as per usual. I'm about to sigh in disappointment when I see that he is standing above me, I blink to clear it, but it is real and not my imagination. And I know this because his fingers are on my lips. I look up at him, his grey eyes are dark with desire. Taking a bold step, I bring his fingers into my mouth, keeping eye contact, and i suck on them. I dig his fingers deeper into my mouth, and my tongue hair is around the fingers, dancing on each digit whilst our eyes hold each other. “I can't do this.” He says in an apologetic whisper before dashing out of the room. Leaving me to stare at his retreating back, wondering what exactly went wrong.FINGERS I must have been imagining things again i tell myself. He would not have run his slender and immaculate fingers across my lips, and i must have been crazy enough to suck on them. “If what you are saying is correct, then he must have indeed run away after that.” Jessica tells me as she sucks on her fruit pop.Cocking my head to the side like it was going to help me differentiate reality from my imagination. All I can see is his beautiful face twisted in pleasure as my tongue ran up and down his fingers. I could still feel them in my mouth, I suppress a moan, it felt so perfect there. The next scene I can remember is him pulling his fingers out of my mouth, taking his bag and everything else and he bolts from the room like his ass was on fire. I sigh. The time was up so I can't tell if he left for real or it happened and i somehow scared him off. Jessica dumped her bag in the back seat of my car, and rested on the body of my car a
UNDERWEAR My heart starts to thump in my chest at the mention of his name. My mouth goes dry and i am unable to control the buzzing that shoots around my spine. “Professor Vaughn? Is he not the professor whose class you are finally done with?” Sarah asked frowning.Jessica gave me a knowing look with a brow raised. I give the tiniest of shrugs. “That is the one.” I hope my voice is steady.“Then why is he calling?”“You will find out after you swipe accept.” Jack says looking pointedly at Jessica's phone screen.She cleared her throat and swiped accept. “Is she taking his class this year?” Sarah whispered to me. I nod quickly, eager to hear what he has to say. Suddenly I regret sitting next to Sarah, Jessica was too far to eavesdrop on the call. Her features go from confused to knowing. She does not respond, he Is doing the talking. And I feel jealous of Jessica. My feet tap impatiently, I busy my hands with the fork so I don't snatch the phone from
TOGETHER I put a commendable effort into my outfit today. A beige plaid mini skirt paired with a crop white sweater. My hair is in soft beach waves and i may or may not have applied a little bit of make up. “Wow, you look stunning. And to think you stayed up all night sending in our projects and getting yours done.” Jessica says as she sees me.She left shortly after Sarah and her husband yesterday, I made her leave so I could start working on the project, and it was surprisingly easy. I submitted mine before I sent out everyone else's. Yes I know, I wanted to be noticed. You can't blame me. “Thank you Jessica. But this is not the sophomore class, this is freshmen class.” In as much as our friendship has started to grow on me, I hated that she had seen me at my worst, in fact she always caught me at my worst. “I could not care less about class right now. It is boring anyway. I decided to watch you, watch the Professor.”I look around us to see if anyon
COMPETITION “He said and i quote, Since this is a favour, you have to come whenever I tell you. No complaints. Is that a deal?”Jessica peered at me, her eyes wide and curious,“And what did you say?”I take a deliberate, slow sip of my iced coffee before I responded.“I took the deal of course. It is a sweet deal.”I take a bite out of my burger. Jessica and i skipped the rest of our classes. She said she knew this great burger place and would deeply regret not following her here, and so far, she was right. The burger was delicious. “I can't believe pieces are starting to fall into place for you, just like that.”I snort unattractively, “This is not just like that. It is years of laying ground work. It is paying off.”She takes a piece of my fry and i let her, she did show me this place after all. “So, what is the next step?” I swallow the contents of my mouth before I speak. “I have to test the waters. See if he was offering just because he wa
WRONG “What the hell am I supposed to do?” I ask as Jessica pass by me with a customer's drink.My fingers fly into my mouth and in between my teeth. “Well, for starters. You could wait until my shift was over.” Now she wanted boundaries? I almost roll my eyes but I have no choice but to settle into my seat and wait. I left the art house thirty minutes ago, and i am still as confused as I was the time the robot told me Professor Vaughn Walker had cancelled today's session. He had never done that. Even on days he looked particularly stressed out, he still came in to draw, a dedication that I admired. Something must have gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Scrolling through Instagram to his page, I find exactly what I am used to seeing. Pictures of the outdoors and his cats, all with weird soulful captions. His last post of a beautiful sun down was three days ago, his caption: inner peace. I was not expecting that search to yield much as he rarely
TENSION The alcohol clears from my eyes as the words register in my mind. “But it is late, who studies at this time?” I am also bewildered, “Maybe students who want to actually graduate?” Janice asked, her words were a slur. I am starting to regret giving her the drink. “I have to go change my clothes.” I smell like cheap liquor, I did not want him thinking I drank all the time. “I have something that will be perfect for you.” Jessica says as she swayed into her bedroom. We were basically the same size, but I never borrowed someone else's clothes before, Sarah and i were not that close. “Get into the shower, there is a packet of unused brushes in there.” Jessica ordered.In my muddled and alcohol induced brain, I knew my choices were limited, so I waddle into the shower. When I get out, there is a black hoodie dress laid out for me. “I never wore it more than once. And it is clean. It also is sexy and studious at the same time.”I am shaking
BUSTED The air around us called with electricity and desire. I stare right into his grey eyes and i am startled by them. From this close, his nose seems even more pointed and his nostrils tiny, lips so luscious, I swallow thickly as desire threatened to rise up. Even with the air con blasting cool air in our faces, sweat trickles down my spine as our eyes hold on to each other. His Adam's Apple bobbed up and down, dragging my eyes to his neck. His neck is tan and flawless, save for a constellation of tiny birth marks at the side of his neck. I imagine running my finger tips at the sides of his neck, pausing only to feel the birth marks under my finger tips. “Well, would you look at the time?”I take that as my cue and slowly ease into my seat. His voice is thick and he is looking everywhere but at me. “Yes. The time.” I say in a deadpan tone. What exactly was up with this guy?“You know what they say, time flies when you are studying.”“Havin
LIES It was the churros. I blame the churros for that day. Class had just ended for the day, and i was going to skip the other classes, when I had a sudden and very random craving for churros. And the food truck that sold churros happened to be stationed at the parking lot that led to his office. And I swear the craving had nothing to do with him, I was not expecting to see him, I assumed he had other classes. After I got a bunch of churros, I was going to drive away happily, when I saw him slide into his Toyota. A churro in clamped in between my teeth, I started to follow his car, staying an appropriate distance away. I remember the flutter of butterflies that gathered in my belly as I watched him switch lanes. And very soon, he parked in front of this southern home, the kind with wrap around porches. I parked at the house before his, and watched as he climbed out of his car and into the house with a bunch of keys. My churro long forgotten as I stare