Page 14 of The Professor
She laughed loudly then slapped her hand over her mouth. “It is, and it’s tonight.”
“Tonight!”
“Yeah, good job I mentioned it, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I do think.” We entered the quiet library. “Very much so.”
When I arrived home late afternoon, I’d made virtually no progress with my work. My mind had been full of the Sure Thing. I couldn’t believe Ness had never told me about her experience there. Did she think I’d have been judgmental or prudish, or was it how she’d said: I’d been having a hard time at home and wouldn’t have been in the mood?
Either way, I knew about it now, and boy, if ever there was a time I needed to get rough fucked by a stranger it was tonight. My pussy was wet just thinking about it and my belly tight with anticipation. I was definitely in the mood.
I paced on my balcony, hardly noticing the flutter of butterflies around the flowers or the majestic red kite souring over the woodland. Could I do it? Could I just bend over and take what some faceless, nameless guy wanted to give me?
“Of course you can,” I said, balling my fists. “And you know you want it?”
“What do you want, Miss Chelsea? Can I get it for you?”
I turned. Tina stood before me holding a jug of cucumber water and a glass.
“I, er, nothing…I mean water, I wanted some water, so that’s perfect, thank you.”
She set it on the table and looked at me quizzically. “Anything else?”
“No, no, thank you. And also I may be out late tonight, with friends, so don’t worry, and don’t let Dad worry if I’m not around.”
“Yes, of course, but your father said he was going on a trip to London.”
“Today?”
“I believe so. With Mr. Johnson.”
I wrinkled my nose. I had no time for Marl Johnson. He was a businessman of low morals and underhand schemes, and the way he leered at me was downright lecherous, had been since I’d first started to grow tits.
“You have a fun time now,” Tina said. “With your friends.”
“Oh, I’ll try, yes I’ll try, thank you.”
She bustled out, and I poured myself a drink. My mind was made up. I was going to have the same experience as Ness. Take whatever I was given, and in the name of Venus, would I come. I’d come at the first touch of cock I was so desperate for it. And what was more, I’d close my eyes and think of the professor. I’d have his face in my mind’s eye, it would be him fucking me, him using my pussy for his pleasure and driving us both to a glittering orgasm in the dark, in our own world.
I could hardly wait to offload some of the erotic tension that was driving me insane.
Just after one a.m., I had Ted, our driver, take me into the city and to the university campus. There was barely any traffic. I’d made up some crap about having left an important file at the Bodleian Library. He said he’d wait for me, and I told him to go get a coffee from the nearby Costa, I’d be a while.
Or at least I hoped it wouldn’t be done in three seconds; that would be disappointing. What would be ideal was a multiple orgasm to shake off the frustration of being in Andrew’s office and not getting down and dirty with him despite the sexual friction between us.
The lawn was dark and quiet, and a few shady figures moved around, all women and all sneaking toward the entranceto the language department. No one spoke, no one looked at each other.
I’d done my best at ramming my mass of hair into a baseball cap and then pulled on a black balaclava, one of Vince’s, to hide my face.
There was no real lighting, just a handful of tealight candles lit around the place so that the outline of furniture could be made out.
A large classroom was just the way Ness had described. Multiple booths, the panels white, in rows.
I realized I was getting close to fucking time, and it was nearly full, so I took a booth by the window, yanked my skirt up to my waist, and bent over.
Cool air washed over my ass cheeks, and my pussy dampened. I felt so crude. Lewd and greedy, too. Come fuck me. Anyone. I’m here waiting for you to fill my aching, gaping pussy.
My eyes adjusted to the light, enough to see my fingers knotted in front of me, make out the freckle beside my thumb in the same place my mother had had one.
