MY PROFESSOR His breath was hot against my neck as his soft finger tips run down the sides of my body in small fluttery motions, leaving a ripple of pleasure in their wake. Small gasps of pleasure spill out of my lips. I squeeze my legs tightly together, trying to relieve some of the built up tension. Only as his fingers dip lower, did a shrill ring out, signifying the end of class. I had that dream again. Maybe because I had seen him twice this week by accident and three times more on purpose. A sigh of longing escapes my lips, I would do anything to make that dream come true. Anything. “Are you here to see the guardian and counsellor again?” Milo asked with a laugh, he isn’t disbelieving and incredulous anymore—unlike the first times I visited, once every semester turned into once a month—I think I broke him. “Go right in.” He nods at the door I have opened more times than anybody at this school this year. The first time I
PERMANENT CLIENT “Have you ever wondered who it was underneath this mask?” The moment the question slips through my mouth I regret it. We have never had a conversation before. His hands pause, charcoal pencil in hand, hovering above the canvas. He knows we don’t speak to each other. He lifts his grey eyes—which I had imagined above me several times—from the canvas and focuses on me, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His Adam’s apple bobs as he prepared to speak.“I have drawn you for what? Three years, of course I have wondered.” He peers at me from under those thick and long lashes that I have come to know so well from all these years of staring.His voice startles me, a rich baritone that feels like bathing in smooth butter, you would think hearing it for three years would make me accustomed to it, but it didn’t. Every time I heard the voice that played a great role in my fantasies, my body reacts in ways that were beyond my control.
DESIRES I had not believed my eyes despite seeing Anne's influx of texts, all in different variations of the same thing, the one thing I had never imagined in my entire life. Annie had gotten me private lessons with Professor Vaughn Walker, my ethics professor. That's right, the same professor whom I had the hots for, and the very one who drew me semi nude. “What do you mean you got me private lessons with Professor Walker??” I asked as soon as the line connected.I hear her take a deep breath, probably counting in her head like she taught me to numerous times. “Good afternoon to you to Roxy.”I snort, it was an understatement, it was a perfect afternoon. But she wouldn't know that. Taking my snort to mean she should not have done that, Anne sighs.“Look Roxy, i know it might have been a little busy body of me. But i couldn't help it, it is usually my last resort so I had to pull it, considering the fact that you are graduating next year.” Her words mean absolut
HIS SECRET “How the hell did I get picked to be class leader? It's not even a class.” I say with my hands splayed out in front of me with palms facing up. Cropped hair girl shrugs and pops her lollipop out of her mouth to respond, “I volunteered you since you're the junior amongst us. Nobody argued. Plus I thought it would be a nice opportunity to have your back blown out by Professor Vaughnhottie.”I choke on my saliva mostly because Vaughnhottie was one of the numerous nicknames I had given him. “Why do you keep saying that?”She gave me a once over through her periphery vision.“Honey, you can not keep playing the denial game with me. I saw you guys in class together, believe me when I say it is hot enough without the heat between the two of you.” My eyes bulge as I look around us to see if we were alone, cropped hair girl chuckles. “Relax. We are alone. The other students used the front gate, Professor Vaughnhottie stayed back in the classroom.
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 t
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