4 comments/ 50646 views/ 5 favorites Professor in Love: A Story By: BellaStone University Confessions: A Professor & Student Love Story Professor Jeffery O'Connor was almost sixty one. He looked like he might be forty – if those crow's feet hadn't finally caught up with his eyes. Yet he always marched with his head up and intention in his step. The boys loved to go out and drink with this man who owned the world and if he didn't know something was in it he learned about it. Well, that's if he wanted to learn about it. He'd broken laws, lived, chased girls, rode motorcycles and done everything from cut down trees to drive big-rigs because he loved life that much. He knew the dark and light of this world, held a license for everything from handguns to the legal pitch to drive hazardous waste across international boarders. He knew his way around any city sub-line like he was a born and bred street-fighter and could be dropped off within a hundred miles of the nearest other human life form and he could survive. There was nothing he hadn't really exploited that someone might envy – after all, he was sixty one and been there and done that. At the end of each day a glass of brandy and a cigarette over stipulating nothingness left him aligned with the world. Jeffery had arrived upon all the pedestals of the world – over the hearts of his students, and the abandoning loneliness that was his life. He could probably die a happy man. Except there was Adi – a sparkling shimmer of youth and the ignorance such agelessness brings. Adi was a twenty two year old student that had haunted him for the last four years in his undergraduate and graduate classes, as his assistant, gopher and great friend. There was something about how that girl moved, spoke and enjoyed the world like he did that made him shiver. Someone finally met the world with the same eyes that he did – someone reached across the board and grabbed what he had to say with so much admiration and love – but this time it was this strong young filly, not some young man he could pat on the back and send on his way. He admired her, took her for granted, and needed her. Her world was consumed by his. She worked for him in his department and stayed around to drink with him – she left no rock unturned, no drama squished and came out on top by a fluke of her nature. She danced to his music, one of folk singers and ageless tunes by talented musicians, not the things children of this world appreciated. She was a liberal and conservative and was a contradiction of existence because she sat on the fence of both worlds. Life itself is a contradiction. She shot guns, rode horses, got dirty but always looked so collected. She wore a corset in the office, dressed in sweet skirts and wore pretty sandals. Once she ran with a bunch of boys out of the south part of town in a motorcycle gang and had blue hair, piercings and a knack for being naughty. When the exterior metal was taken off, the hair cleaned up and the boys shuffled off as connections she battled addictions and fiascos. She became an EMT, danced around a major, attached herself to the Professor and spent most nights sleeping in the office. She smoked, spit, drank, laughed, and still managed to be disgustingly human but so pretty with her hazel eyes, unwavering smile. She had no invented elements to her and shared, in confidence, all the secrets and troubles in her world. Jeffery would come in early in the mornings laying on the office couch and her face cloudless, undisturbed. It treated him to some sort of misconception he was missing out. Sure, he had girlfriends and sex – but the older woman of some chained nature to pre-disposition. He was making this woman. Any man able to craft, mold, and frame such a beautiful and experienced creature was one very blessed, he recognized. The man who could enjoy such a woman was one who was probably doing something wrong, he also recognized. The sometimes carnal nature of man wanted to reach out even further into the lessons of life than college or university taught but a good teacher and disciplined knowledge of this world's taboos kept him away from that one. Over his Friday evening beer he mulled about the day. He'd slipped up – he'd been slipping up. She had asked to go get her mail – he thought he heard 'my male' and Adi would be the kind of girl to state something like that. He also knew she caught that when he asked who she was talking about – probably more protective than he should have said it too. Adi came back to grab a bag and left abruptly, a little red in her face and in that silent state he hated. She had a telling enough face he got the message. After four years and seeing each other six out of seven days a week for sometimes eight to twelve hours a day they could now just read each other like an open book. He had to watch himself better – she was too young, he was too old, this should not be an issue. Adi was picking some groceries up from the open market down the road from the college about two miles a walk from the campus and a quarter mile from Jeffery's little dot on the map. She was throwing together a fruit dessert she saved for birthdays, holidays and stress days. This was one of them. Adi, since day one, had crushed on Mr. Jeffery O'Conner – a sweltering, taller man who was some sort of Highwayman in her dreams – the bad guy, good guy and character that met up with hers. But he was older than her father and the fact that the two of them lived around each other so much it was a sad displacement in their quiet Shangri-la at campus. She loved drinking with him, bullshitting with him and exploiting his knowledge base. To her it was a misery she could live with – since women, after all, can live with many things that men cannot. Disappointment is usually a woman's constant battle – men just let things go. Adi had remained single all this time – her love life shattered by the emblematic love she had for her work with Jeff. There was one young man who had remained steady in her life – Andrew. But the box of a bouncer was a problem and a drama in his own right. He stirred up fights, was brazen more than brainy and had no pretty track record of control. She'd slept with him when she turned twenty – the only man she'd ever slept with – but in the pitfall of their absolved sexual contact she broke it off. The fact was Andrews's persistence was a good reason why they were at the grocery store and as he poked holes in a few watermelons and popped a few grapes – to the shop-keepers horror, Adi got her dessert supplies together. "You don't have to do that every time we come in here." "Yeah but what else is there to do?" He had his mouth full of grapes. "Buy the food?" "Like you've never stolen something." "That's not what I'm saying – it's about how you act in public." "Fine, check that shit out and let's go. I'll meet you in the car." Adi let him truck off in a huff as she got to the counter. The manager was snarling as she checked out. Andrew left tracks on everything – be it his sexually conquered space, like Adi, or simply the places he shopped. And because of the inconsiderate stomping he gave them they never would be fondly remembered marks. Andrew really was the guy who would die a certified asshole. Adi made it to the car and within five minutes Andrew and her got into it. The anger and esteemed hatred they felt for each other was present in full force. Andrew new how to dig deep into Adi's nerve center after the shopping incident and made sure payback was swift. "What do you fucking expect from me?" "A little consideration, that's all." "Like I'm not considerate enough." "You aren't." "Figures you'd think that." "You ass!" "So is it the fact you think I'm an asshole or a bad lay, Adi? Do you enjoy sabotaging me?" "Bullshit! Absolute fucking bullshit, Andrew. You do this to aggravate me and you do a damn good job of it. She's eighteen, Andrew, eighteen and a friend of mine – not some newly post-pubescent teenager you picked up at a nearby high school. You're sheer association with her has to do with us and you trying to get back at me because you really are that juvenile." "Yeah, because you're so fucking special." "I was to you, you jackass. If I remember correc-" "Shut the fuck up." "Pull over." "No." "Fuck you, Andrew, pull the god damn car over." "Fine." He pulled over so fast he almost careened into the bumper of another car and caused a mid-day traffic pile up on the narrow, packed street. Thankfully bad driving was compensated by everyone else on the road and only a few gestures of road rage were broadcast. Adi had opened the door, slammed it into the metal 'No Parking' sign and stormed off – not even willing to shut it as Andrew screamed at her from the car. She'd made it into the local coffee shop before anyone identified why exactly a young man was screaming, beeping his horn and causing a ruckus during high noon traffic. By the time he peeled away Adi had slipped out of the coffee shop for a cigarette and mused to step on sidewalk ants. The walk back wasn't bad – it was the fact Andrew had her groceries that really pissed her off. The Friday evening was an empty basin for Jeff. The television was muttering something in the backdrop and the cascading twilight ran through the windows as light filtered out of the day. He was half napping and nearly getting a good buzz going when, like a bolt of lightening had struck, the apartment buzzer went off. It scared the bejesus out of him. He shuffled up from the lounge chair with a grumble to lean on the wall. "Yeah, who is it?" he asked over the intercom. "Jeff – hey, uhm, if... if it isn't a good time, I-" "Adi?" A sense of thrill and shock uttered out of his voice. About two seconds too late his mental filter wondered how well the intercom carried that one. "Come up on up, hun." It wasn't unabashed for Adi to show up – except tonight it was after their awkward moment. Ever so often he'd do something stupid and she'd walk two and a quarter miles across sidewalk to hand him a folder or he'd call and she'd gopher over something silly. Tonight he met a somewhat distraught woman at his door. "Hey," she said at the door, peppy voice. Something was wrong. "Yeah, come in," he mused. "What's up?" She was going to give him the generic nothing but sighed, "Andrew dumped me off here. Got into it with him; drama, you know. Thought I might as well stop by." What he had for a kitchen table was like a card table – she shuffled over to sit down as he walked over and grabbed a beer and sat it in front of her. "All right," he said. That usually ended these things – but he saw she was pondering, fighting, and enduring the idiocies of human whatnots. It was a show he'd seen many times before. "I'm just pissed," she said, shrugging, "I'll get over it." And, a little too father like for his taste he answered, "Okay, but this has something to do with the two of you, right? So are you jealous and pissed or just pissed." "Just pissed," she remarked – the honesty latent in the powerful anger she dispelled saying it. "Both at him and myself for this. And the fact I've let him leak back into things when he's so immature I can't deal with this. I'll cut my losses and run but, god; it really is so damn frustrating." In about ten minutes the conversation went from how bad Adi was doing to laughter and a few more beers. The television murmured while the evening sun got blotted by running storm clouds that moved in, fickle and drizzling to a very heavy, steady tumble. Jeffery and Adi moved into the living room, chatting it up. Four years – he thought, looking at her short brown hair, long eyelashes and the immature light pink eye-shadow draped with a haughty woman's smoky edge. She was pretty in the light cast off by a nuisance television. Thin lips, tiny mouth and perfect teeth up against a well angled jaw, long neck and shoulders that showed she was not a princess but a woman with strength, lean, thick but still feminine at the collar bone. The alcohol tipped him a little into over-observation. The conversation particularly useless witty pulls and commentary marveling at nothings. When the non-awkward space of silence fell in with a few more beers Adi was asleep on the couch. He felt no urge to wake her up and watched the play-by-plays of sports overviews, chucked at a few idiotic comments. Somewhere in the sprig of alcohol, TV and the sound of Adi's slow breathing the darkness landed over Jeffery and he too fell asleep. A Saturday morning alarm went off that was not his own, a cell phone in Adi's bag was ringing with some obnoxious force. It took him two seconds to find it after he bolted up and another ten to make it stop. Adi was full force asleep still when he came around to find her, head on the middle couch cushion, sprawled out listlessly. "Hey, Adi... Kid-o, wake up." An early morning noise broke the girl's unconsciousness and she shuddered and looked up, "Oh god..." "Yeah, one too many?" "Mhmm...Lager's too heavy for me," she grunted. "Heh." "Ha-ha, super funny," she drawled. "Hey, you want me to run you home quick?" "Sure." She half got up from the couch when an ankle went and Jeffery had maybe a fraction of a second to really move. He caught her around the waist and it would have been fine but, maybe it was the booze, maybe it was just touching her that made him overstep and the two of them ended up on the floor. Adi managed to land with Jeffery craning one arm around her frame, both hands on his chest, and a definite sense of, "Uh-Oh" pitched into the air. For Adi it had been the worst possible choice of drink but the lager soon fell heavy and she'd always been able to drink a lot – and the morning rise was so painful. It was, however when she fell that she felt her stomach fully revolt. The horror of falling on top of someone you crushed on for four years is, well, mind-boggling. The two of them were deadlocked and trying to stand up meant vomiting over Jeffery or on him – and staying put meant cuddling with a professor. Out of some shameful feeling vomiting might be inappropriate she groaned, pained, and relinquished. Jeffery was in utter shock of how they got here and he heard her make a noise no man, in no world, ever wanted to hear. But a man, single as he was, pitched against a twenty two year old he adored who just groaned was probably a highly volatile situation. His pants agreed and gave the sprigs of warning that, "We have lift off, Houston." And he grunted himself trying to break free of this tangled mess of awkwardness. Adi quickly noticed that something was amiss and her face went bright red when she felt what just happened. Her heart rate escalated, her stomach literally overturned, the beer made it almost impossible for her to move as it had thrown over her stomach and she, in some dull frustration grabbed his shirt which at that moment one of them was going to give... Either Jeffery was going to move or Adi was – and one of the two of them had a bodily function that needed execution. It was Jeffery, at the very tangible, desperate grasp Adi made, that he made the first move – the boldest, brazen move of his life. He grabbed her and kissed her. At first Adi was relieved he hadn't moved anymore – and then the horror, thrill, violation and overturning of her stomach. But like some minor relief she was suddenly on her back, okay, fine and Jeffery was on top of her with his tongue half way to the back of her tonsils. It felt marvelous, hot and active – the simple act of kissing was one of her favorites. And he went full force at her since she hadn't broken it yet either. He was great at it, big shoulders laying in over her frame. They fenced tongues for half a second, moaned and she crinkled a little bit feeling the butterflies cool off her stomach and a new ache appear stretching from her nipples to her neither regions. Any teenager knows it and any woman finds a way to feed it – and like an answer Jeffery complied by settling his weight right there. Like that the kiss was broken and Adi opened her eyes and let out an earth shattering moan and her fingers knotted up in his shirt, nipples went instantly hard. Jeffery had no idea where he was really. The blood left his brain and the function all of a sudden reverted – a libido jolt stole it like it can any man of any level of wisdom. He wasn't powerless but her outcry made the difficulty in decision precise. He was separated by a few layers of fabric from all that reigned supreme in his world – a little girl, a girl a fraction of his age but one steeped in everything he was. It was wrong, part of him uttered. Wrong why? Because this was taken advantage of a girl still – someone so shaped by him his doing this could now destroy their relationship, the foundation of it, the very bridge they'd rode across carefully as mentor and student was being gapped by a carnal desire. The reality was that Adi, however, wasn't stupid to it – she'd know this, fantasized about it, loved it, thrilled it and kept it even amidst their controlled relationship. She was okay with it. Jeffery was going to bail; she could feel it in her guts. He had approached too fast and too hard in a situation too random. Like the tidal wave of a woman she was she rose her head up kissed him in compliance yet again and bucked her hips against his. An arm rose around his neck and she practically purred underneath him. A second later she broke away, writhed under him while she clung to him and said, very fast and very simply, "I will let you do this so long as you know two this: One, this does not change our relationship unless we say it does and two, unless you promise to do it again." Somewhere, somehow the good angel of intentions got kicked off Jeffery's shoulder at the motion of this girl, her hips, kisses, and words. He growled in utter, total frustration and pinned her there, "Agreed." Like that she felt the long skirt she wore was pulled down passed her knees and he moved just enough to undo his jeans and pull them down. It was completely unceremonious and totally desperate for her. He kissed her, sucked on her lip and put his weight down right on top of her so she could feel it and in the heat of the moment they didn't care – she spread her legs out and he fell into place – no protection, no worries, heated writhing, hands up her shirt feeling, turning her nipples, molding her breasts. And like a hot knife in butter he drove his steel hard rod into her. She let out a screaming yes as the penetration hit home, rubbing her clit on the way in. She kicked off the skirt and panties to wrap her legs around his body. He had enough leverage that he hit her home every time, banging with the weight of a big man and a girth she'd never felt before. Her eyes lulled into the back of her head, her body not stopping to reply by squirming under him, bucking back and her entire slicked pussy clamping down on him raw. Jeffery grunted every time, eyes rolling as he kissed her pulled and found her body so utterly intriguing. It was hot, it was wicked and it was probably wrong somewhere in this world – but it meant everything to him. She meant everything to him, and vise versa. He stuffed her with sheer force, growling into high wails and screams, cries that echoed and thumped on the apartment floor for a good twenty minutes of sheer bliss and then like a criminal the two of them, backs arched, came. She felt it go first, the point of no return and a sudden jerk of her inner muscles contracting around his all ready stretching cock. She clamped down on him so god damn hard he felt himself shudder as he buried himself, head to her cervix. Like he hadn't had sex in years it felt he dropped off into jets of cum that blasted against her. She felt it and he grunted seven times as he pumped seven streaks of himself down deep inside her and compiled on top of her body. Professor in Love: A Story Ch. 02 Adi's arms strained – she was leaning on the office desk as Jeffery, her professor and obviously her lover, slid into her from behind. He had one hand on her breast, head nuzzling the nap of her neck and his hips rocketing home. The door to the office was locked but the secretary was still at her desk and the department was still bustling. After two months they'd gotten a little freer with their insane plight of teacher-student love. The deep rooted feeling of him driving inside her made her lose her mind and she seduced him by just existing. For anyone who knew them the reason why they craved each other. The scent of sex was obvious and she grunted trying to not make too many loud noises while they coupled over grading papers, a ringing phone and her free nipple waved next to a LCD monitor while he pinched the other one. "Harder," she growled. She felt two big, rough hands run down her sides and grab her hips as he shifted gears and began pounding on her with no sense of delicate love making. Like a building fire it burnt there, cornering her loins and she reveled in the pangs of a building orgasm. Like the God he was in her eyes he made a fantastic motion then – his hand traveled down and she felt the rough middle finger of this big man rub over her clit. She almost lost her balance but his hands kept her tight to him while he ravaged her. As she flittered in and out she felt him kissing her neck and grunting rabidly – he was holding back. His finger circled slow, fast, slow, fast, then became light and wiggled quick enough that she felt every inch of her prepping for a climax while he bottomed out in her. She writhed at this point, trying desperately not to wail but awkward eeking noises spasmed from her mouth. She felt him stop just short of the ultimate build up and she wielded around, "No!" A half grin was on his face – he was being a tease. But he wouldn't let her hips turn – instead he slicked in and out of her enough to displace her and then she felt what exactly he was up to. The condom covered head of his cock, slippery and beautiful, pulled up her slit and passed over her sensitive asshole. Oh-sweet delight! She groaned and he wiggled his cock on the nose of it while one hand stayed to play with her clit. Then, unexpectedly, he put force in. Her relaxed state let him get in so far and then like a vice grip of the unknown region clamped onto him – he paused, winced, and pushed in more. "Oh dear god..." she grunted, "Deargod-deargod-deargod!" "Like that, do ya?" He said, wickedly. Jeffery knew exactly what he was going to do to her. He got in and slicked around, pulled more lube out of his desk drawer (a new addition now), and soon had her slicked up enough he was able to glide in and out of her tense, amazing rear exit. All the while Adi felt fullness in her that she loved and soon he began moving quicker... and quicker and she could hardly contain herself. "In me - oh sweet jesus that feels good - shoot it in me," she begged, a randy association with getting off on him conquering an area with a splash of sperm. Jeffery almost lost it - the feeling of a sleek young thing begging for him deep inside her – he pulled it out, whipped the condom off and penetrated back into her - raw and real. A fast moving finger over a tender clit, the thumping of him deep inside her and the rough way he held her became rhythmic, fast, and sensational. The burning began to crackle in their loins – he could feel it building, she could feel it building and in seconds they were splashing each other with powerful orgasms. Balls deep in her gorgeous ass he marked her as his – threw down his seed into her bottom and pushed her, tits down, over the desk. Her own orgasm made her clamp down on him and milk him of everything he was worth as a man. Just as they began to settle with each other they were broken apart by a knock on the door – one that scared both of them in their pseudo-danger seeking exploit. He slid out of her; cum was dribbling on the floor behind the desk and down her legs. She looked back at him, bit her lip and grinned while she took a finger down her thigh and sucked off her thumb for a little after taste. Oh, what a precious moment that was. **** An hour later they sat in the same office they dressed discussing academics with the door wide open. Their two worlds were completely divided. The world really was oblivious to their carnal desires. She knew once that clock barked five it all would absolve back into their lovemaking though. People mulled in and out with random concerns. Adi did a few things around the office – paper pushing, reorganizing and slouching around. About four in the afternoon she turned on some old Irish music, sprawled out on the couch and took a nap. At five o'clock her watch went off and she walked back into his office. "Get anything done?" She snickered. He glared at her over a pair of reading glasses and a disorganized mess of grading papers. "Not much, I see," she snarked at him. She wandered in, shutting the door with slow and suggesting motion. **** She'd wandered over slow and cat like before she grabbed his jeans, pulled his pants off. His underwear was left on and as he rose up she met his member with a kiss from her fine, youthful lips – even through the fabric it felt amazing. "Oh," he groaned. "Mhmm," she snickered, great hazel eyes smiling up at him – their bad association was at least a fabulous sexual release. She ran a finger under the elastic and pulled it down his thighs and released the now erect beast. Her tiny mouth and beautiful lips latched around the head of him. She bobbed and suckled and for a man Jeffery's age it was so ungodly to witness this let alone feel it. Her sparkling hazel eyes never left him. She was sexing him beyond his deepest fantasies – and a wayward finger was behind his balls sending a thrill seekers pleasuring deep into his interior. He clamped onto the office chair and growled while his eyes lulled in the back of his head. She then did something he didn't know she'd be able to do – she took herself and took his seven inch shaft into her mouth and opened up the back of her throat and all of him went down past those beautiful fine lips. His eyes got big as she deep throated him with a fury he'd never seen before. He wanted to shoot that wad deep down her long throat but she had a better idea. Like any good girl she backed up and licked the head of his prick and a tiny bubble of pre-cum off. Then with passionate speed she climbed up onto his lap before he knew what was going on. Bareback, the way she liked it, he sunk into the pink and its warm wet arena fell over him. She was a vice grip; even her mouth couldn't compare to her divine slit. She fluffed her big tiered skirt around him but he threw his arms around her waist – and then like a pro she began riding him – her eyes never closed, ever faltered. No, Adi made her chocolaty eyes rove deep into the very icy blue of Jeff's and she could meet his soul there – riding on his cock, eyes locked on each other. The image was almost innocent, the amount of clothing they were wearing and the very need they had of each other was almost teen-esque. However, its sensual desperation was so very arousing. Who had time to take off clothes when they needed each other so badly? He wailed as he rocked his hips up and rutted into her – there was something animalistic, completely beyond their relationship, which this escalated into. And like that he grabbed her, stood up and began reaming. He balanced her on his bucking hips and held her under her arms by the shoulders. She clung to his neck as they bobbed in an entangling pleasure – then with some force he moved over to the door and he slammed her back against it so he could truly maul her. Adi threw her head back as she felt it rough and carnal – the way she adored sex. Her eyes never closed and she was anything but silent. He hadn't been this horny in an age. In-out-in-out-in-out, he could hear the slicking, feel her convulsing and the awesome noises she uttered. She was no dead fish in these waters. His broad shoulders and overthrowing testosterone made him essentially power hungry over this girl. No, she really was a woman – one feel of her brazen association and hot, wet center was enough to make Jeffery a believer. In-out-in-out – oh so delicious – he hit her home so god damn fast he knew she'd be sore tomorrow. He wanted her sore and he'd make her sore. That pain was there to taunt her like he was tormented and so in love with her every day, all day. With that he rocked a few more times and lashed out a load – he was truly spent after the sixth lacing of cum deep in her center. He put it right to her, deep into that sweet girl's body. It made him feel alive and wrong all at the same time. They slid to the floor together and Adi sat up on his lap. She came forwards allowing him to bury his face in her soft bosoms. They were panting in the everlasting glow of their mating ritual. Adi, in the inner sweet gesture of her being, wrapped her arms over his head. They were there, quiet and tenderly elegant with her clouding over him in a billowing tiered skirt – legs parted knowingly from their assault at one another and in such an innocent, forbidden love. He could hear her heart-beating and he wondered where in gods name this was going. He loved this girl – and she loved him. This was the most frightening of all things for the erotic and taboo. He also knew it made the sex a thousand times more electric. **** Two days later Andrew was in the department with some bubbling fury. There was no mystery Adi didn't want to see or speak to him so the visit was an odd one. Oblivious or sheer jerk-dom did not allow Andrew to see that and it was one possible culprit to blame. "Hey, have you seen Adi around, Professor?" Andrew asked, cocky as ever, and he set his jaw with some notice that Andrew was there for something else. "No," Jeffery had no intention of telling Andrew where she was, either. "Fantastic, gives me time for you and I to chat about her." "I have nothing to say," he said with a childish defensiveness in that voice. Andrew's brow furrowed, "Really?" "I'm under the impression the two of you are not so happy with each other so I'm not going to yield information to parties not inclined to such privileged information." "She tell you that?" "It was observation," Jeffery growled. "She did, didn't she? Look, dude, I'm not –" Jeffery just glared – and when he glared, he meant it. His words were like steel – critical, exact and harsh – but those glares were ones you could feel hit you from a quarter mile. Andrew snorted, "Fine. Look, if you see her just tell her to come see me." **** Jeffery and Adi walked into the local pub called the Grog Shop that Friday night – a nifty little Irish place that they now favored due to big shielding booths and good music. They drank and sang along and shared naughty glances over alcohol and wings. It allowed them public freedom as a couple and enough time to make sure they balanced out childishness with adulthood. They were an odd balancing act in some ways. It was on their tipsy exit that night that they made a fatally gauged error in their public displays of affection. Adi had taken Jeffery's had, walked against him; he loved the feel of it all and she knew it. She walked close enough to feel her brush his figure. Like a child she cling close to him and then it came out of nowhere, "So that's how you get such great grades," a shallow voice boomed from behind them. He'd been standing there in the dark next to a nightclub on the main drag and watched them. Andrew watched them. Adi felt her heart skip a beat – but Jeffery didn't move his arm away from Adi, he simply moved it down to her waist pulling her back beside him a bit more. For a sensible, even paced man he manifested quite the dark look on his face. Somewhere in Adi's mind she imagined him younger, furious and in the moments of sheer terror he may have used that face in. This was a man who had seen so much, after all. It was Andrew who stepped over and then like any testosterone high youth he rushed Jeffery. A crack was heard as a fist met to Jeffery's face – it'd been a long time since Jeffery had been in a fight. Andrew wasn't that good at it, though, and Jeffery snapped back, even with the time lag of moving his arm around from Adi, and sent a reply that caught him by the lower jaw. Adi, in some sheer desperation, got between the two of them at that point, one hand on Jeffery's big open chest. She could feel his heart beating fast, her hand entangle in a mat of gray-black chest hair and his hand gently clasping over her fingers. She'd raised her other hand trying to coax Andrew to stop. Andrew weaved and snarled, glaring at Adi. He slapped at her hand, "I'm going to the Dean, bitch." "Why? Because that'll stop this?" Adi boldly came back at him. Andrew wanted to hit her but his sense of self was not so evil. In some sense Andrew wanted the best for Adi – self admittance that he was not good enough for her was probably not going to happen, though. "Please, Andrew, please don't turn this into a war," Adi tried to reason. He glared at her, spit at her feet and walked away like that. Adi felt hot tears on her face when Jeffery curled his arms around her and she turned to him. She was met by a wave of security kisses as they marched off to his car. **** She sat in the passenger seat quietly playing with the flap of seatbelt with her chin. At that moment she embodied an eight year old, fidgeting and insecure. Jeffery kept looking over to her and reeling as to how bad his jaw felt. The doubts and true fears of their relationship were real threats. Jeffery was not sure he wanted to tread on this battlefield. Adi meant a lot to him but how much exactly? He would not be the only one crippled by their relationship – Adi could be shattered by it. His beautiful Adi could be torn apart by everything in this world – she was old enough to know better and thought ill of for allowing it, yet she was young enough to still be a victim. In his head he knew she would never let them make her out to be a victim. "If you want out you can let me know," Adi murmured like she'd read his mind. "What?" "You're being silent – you don't ponder inside, you talk it out. You explain things to me, how your head works, how frustrated you are, how lonely you are." He shuddered – "You and I know each other too well." "Do we? I can't tell what your next move is going to be." And like that they were on the edge. **** It was one in the morning when the former fleet car of O'Conner's was pulling into his stretch of town when he asked the question, "You want me to drop you off at home?" Adi smiled a little, "No." Jeffery swallowed the lump in his throat as he pulled into the parking area for his apartment. He did it, he'd made the choice. If they would have one thing, they'd have the rest of tonight. **** His bedroom smelt of two worrying people – the essence of a relationship challenged by the world around them. A sixty one year old man and a twenty two year old young woman was a taboo spanning two generations. Big, rough hands of a worker and professor slid over her and pulled off her shirt. He threw his mouth around hers and felt her along her ribs and spine while he took off her bra. Her favorite thing he knew was when he ran his hands up past her breasts and cupped her face. Thick man hands tickled the nap of her neck and she pressed to him with earnest. As he examined her frame she unbuttoned his big shirt while nuzzling his face, glued to the body heat rushing off of him. And then, like the princess of disregard she was, she had her hands passing his waist and dipping into his pants to cup his balls. She felt him up through his underwear, and made him painfully hard with his jeans still on. He grunted for some relief and she finally undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and slowly nudged her onto her back where he parted her legs with his knee. Her jeans were still on – but he was waiting for something. They made of each other with kisses and he pushed his weight over her frame, owning her, for a few minutes before he moved, grabbing a nipple in his mouth and biting down a little as he suckled. Adi wriggled – she wailed and clung to him as he played with her sensitive nipples, tweaking them. She was taken by surprise when she felt his hand having pulled her jeans back and panties off. He went down on her in a fury. The musk of woman was sharp and attractive, his experienced tongue melded down her shaved slit in an instant and Adi's mind raced as she felt his lips over that love button and his tongue musing around after a split second. A few big fingers he nudged into her and finger fucked her softly. His other hand kept her bucking gauged so at intervals he could simply suckle on her clit to the point of sheer sexual agony without her bucking into his front teeth. She growled and screamed on his bed and he finally shoved in two fingers rapidly, her juices flowing, while he took after her clit with some swiveling expertise. And the flood gates opened – Adi's back arched high and he felt her go, the soft flood of cum on his fingers, the contractions any man would have adored, and then that high pitched, 'Yes!' that she'd arrived. Adi was panting and her cunt was still contracting after Jeffery came back up to nibble on her nipples, tickle her neck and shove his cunt-juice coated tongue back into Adi's mouth where the two of them fenced tongues for flavor and fevered passion. "You're next, big man," she threatened and pulled away from him. Her legs trapped him as she wrapped a leg around his and she was suddenly swinging over him. The two now lay on the bed and he was the only one with anything on – his underwear. She snickered at him and mused over his hairy chest. She kissed his lips brilliantly, licked an edge of them for looks and made a line over his masculine jaw in little kisses. With some brilliant slow moving torrent of such kisses she traveled down his chest then, over his belly to his hips. Her goddess mouth teased as she felt him up through the fabric of his Hanes. She pushed his legs apart and got ample access. Her tongue marveled under the side of the underwear and caught a little of his balls while a gentle hand massaged his manhood. With diligence she kissed down each thigh then pulled down his underwear to reveal the purple headed warrior in full out glory. It was big, she loved the fact it was a man's tool, not a boys. She kissed up along hit and down it – stopping briefly to suckle on the head and flick her tongue at the base of it – then she caressed his balls sucked on them and a finger mused behind them until Jeffery felt a single finger reach up to meander around his asshole. He growled and felt her move a little – a prepped bottle of lube and suddenly he jumped. She stuck her finger up his asshole and just before he could protest he felt that velvet mouth come down over him and suckle with fury on his cock-head. He was put back down on the bed as he felt her finger inside him fucking him with some uneasy, unwelcome but completely insane pleasure. Likewise her mouthing on him sent him spiraling into darkness under his eyelids. He wanted to come, would she let him come in her mouth? Down her throat, on her face and beautiful tits? Then, like the angel she was, she suckled him in down to his balls and bobbed franticly before she felt the first shot come in her mouth, and then he contracted again – she took it on the face and chest this time as she gagged. His eyes had opened to the marvel of her jacking off his spurting cock and the overwhelming feeling that it was indeed this gorgeous girl who owned him – not the other way around. Professor in Love: A Story Ch. 02 Their rapture took a break to regain itself – and when it did Jeffery felt the stirring as the rod of all might pleasure rose to glory again. This time Adi saw it and like an animal came over him. She straddled his waist and his cock head entered her – yet still with the resistance as the rest of him wiggled inside her. Then at last she was on top of him – she bucked a little then rose off him with a magnificent groan as she closed her eyes. She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed looking exceptionally wild like that. Jeffery chuckled and began thrusting a little from the bottom while she bounced on top of him. Her childish antics were marvelously apparent as she looked down at him and bit her lip – big hazel eyes matching his while she rode his fat cock with abandon. She was sparkling, he loved it – powerless to do anything else but enjoy... They clammed together, marveling at each other's bodies – and he fucked her like he never thought he could bed a woman. She rode him and then he propped her back on the bed and went full bore on her body – feet up in the air and all. By the time he was done he'd swat her ass to a bright red glory and he threw her over the foot of the bed railing and finally made sure to unload deep in her. Their lovemaking was wild, unforgiving, passionate, romantic, and above all – completely sexual. After it all they curled up under a fluffy comforter. They were panting, lips touching and bodies shivering as they clung to each other's naked and very sexed bodies, and passed out. **** To Be Continued.... ((Thank you everyone for your comments to the first installment on the Love Story between Adi and Jeffery. I hope you like this Part II! More will be coming...! Bella)) Professor in Love: A Story Her world went black. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples now exposed against his frame. Her eyes rolled a little more before they shut. He slicked out of her, a puddle of their love making left streaking his floor. Jeffery rose a little feeble, his woman in his arms as he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. A pot of coffee brewed impatiently – this was the second one. When Adi woke she moaned and he was there, coffee in hand. It was real. It was awkward and she remembered it all. He knew when he sat on the bed and she kissed him, felt his thigh and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. He almost spilt coffee everywhere. It was all fabulous, well and good – except, as Jeffery sat there, he looked at Adi and asked, "What, exactly, do you suppose we do now?" The princess that she was smirked, "I'm game for a cigarette, actually."