43 comments/ 127438 views/ 67 favorites Unexpected Torture By: CalifornianBLonde Chapter 1 Too. Damn. Perfect. He hated her for that. But at the same time, that was what made her so irresistible. Unattainable. Unexpected. He pushed her from his mind. He didn't even know her name for Christ's sake. He shouldn't be thinking about her. He sighed slightly and got back to work. Fifty multiple choice essays later, he got up, stretched, and grabbed his jacket and headed out. Funny how things worked out, wasn't it? If anyone had asked him three years ago what he thought he'd be doing by now it sure as hell wouldn't have been this shit. Being an assistant professor had its good points, but in general it wasn't all that exciting, not compared to what his life had been like. It wasn't even who he really was, he didn't have the personality for it. But it was a way to get by, until he figured out what he was going to do. Three years ago Holden had had his sights set on working for the force, but had realized halfway through training that he was no one's drone, and that what he was doing didn't make up for what he had done. He was a different person now. He missed some of it though. Some of the guys, the stories, the crazy adrenaline rushes. His body had become a ripped machine. He worked hard to keep it in the exact condition he left in. That was the biggest perk. Jackasses didn't fuck with him, girls checked him out. Holden walked to his car, got in, and drove to the gym. He had to go, it was more than just keeping himself in shape though, it was a way for him to release, get his anger, aggression, frustration out. It kept the darkness at bay. Two hours later he was in the shower, soaping off his sweat. When he got out he called Matt, who had become his best friend over the past couple years. This was unusual for Holden, who didn't generally have "best friends." Matt and he had clicked though, and was important in his life now, and before he knew it he was back in his car, on the way over to one of Matt's football parties. Holden wasn't even that into football, but going to the party was a good excuse to kick back and chill, to be social. Hell, he might even meet some girls there. The prospect of getting some didn't excite him that much though. It had been a long time since he had last gotten laid, and it hadn't been all that great. He hated that. If it wasn't going to be good sex, he would almost rather just take care of himself at home watching porn . When was the last time that he had had good sex? At least a year.... He pulled up at Matt's house, and was surprised by how many cars were there. Nice cars too, he saw a new Beemer, an Escalade, and a Range Rover. Walking up he was somewhat relieved to see a Civic or two and some more "normal" cars. Matt knew some high-end people, and Holden didn't want this to be some spoiled-rich kid gambling party. He never would fit in with that sort of crowd, they didn't understand him, couldn't. That was the other thing, Holden didn't get along with people who's lives had been easy, effortless. People who had never been through anything. Even though Matt was not some prime example of hardship in life, he seemed to... understand it, in some way. He walked in to a decently full house, a couple of kegs were out, and there were people in different rooms, not just the one with the game on. That was good, it meant he wasn't obligated to act like a bro cheering and hollering and throwing shit at the screen. He said hi to Matt and a couple of guys he knew. There were some pretty cute girls there, and some okay girls.... He grabbed a beer and started talking to some people, when something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something down the hall, but as soon as he saw it, it was gone. He turned his attention back to the guy he was talking to. Later, going to get another beer, the same thing happened. But it didn't disappear this time. She was blonde, with long hair that was straight for the occasion. She was wearing little tiny daisy duke type shorts, and one of those girly shirts that's supposed to look like a jersey but shows way to much midriff and is way to tight to actually do anything in. Those killer legs were tan and taught, the best legs he had ever seen. Her stomach was flat and toned, with those little vertical lines that run down on either side of the bellybutton, which was little more that a tiny slit on her. From what he could see of her ass, from the way she was turned, it looked good. Her breasts were full-she had to be at least a C cup, probably more. The tiny shirt stretched over them. He looked up at that face- pouty nude lips, green eyes framed in long lashes, and arched brows. She had painted black underneath both eyes, and the effect was that she looked like some powder-puff pinup. What was her name? He hadn't matched names to faces yet, it was only a month into the semester, and he had mostly just done a lot of grading the minor stuff and helping to prep lectures.... He realized that she had caught him blatantly checking her out. Fuck. Luck saved him, he knew the girl that she was talking to, so he came up with some lame "Hey, Sarah how's it going?" or otherwise somewhat civilly generic form of greeting and excused himself. In the other room one of Matt's friends walked through, "Damn man, did you see some of those girls? They sure are ready for some kind of tackling... especially that blonde! Did you see that ass? Fuck me!" Of course Holden had seen. Although this was the first time he had seen her outside of class, and in so little clothing. He had definitely noticed her though, it would take a blind man not to. Even at that, they could probably smell her or hear her or something and know that she must be hot. He stayed away from her the rest of the party, he didn't quite trust the combination of alcohol and being in her presence, he could get fired for sexual harassment for just flirting with her. He didn't need to be affected by a girl, anyways. It didn't matter that he wasn't a full on professor. Anyone hired by the University could not fraternize with a student. Chapter 2 The next week, Holden had to teach class, the class that she was in. Dr. Martin had asked him to hand out the test and go over it, as he was going to be late due to some political theory conference. Holden would be finding her name out... Students filed in, the eager ones coming in first and sitting in the front, then the average students or quiet ones in the middle and back. She came in, and for the first time, she looked more sexy than usual for class. Nothing outlandish, just tight white track pants and a tiny white tank that bordered on being see-through. He could see the color of her bra, and it was either a very bright red or pink. A couple of other guys checked out the four or five inches of exposed midriff too, but that was different. They were students. They didn't have to worry about what would happen if they exposed their more primal urges. Holden did. So if they looked at the way those low rise white pants clung to her ass, or those two little dimples on her lower back... They weren't risking their job. Or their reputation as being a serious, smart, graduate. Or their hold on their self-control... something that was very, very important to Holden. He shook his head. "Alright, let's get started here. Doc Martin is at a political conference, he's going to be late. So I get the pleasure of passing out tests and going over them with you. You guys did okay, but only a few got A's and a bunch of you got C's and there were too many D's and F's. We're going to look at why." He walked around the room, handing the tests out. "Jacob Barnes." Some clean cut prepster raised his hand. "Over here." "Carlos Hernandez," Holden called out. A wannabe ghetto kid nodded his head. He kept calling out names, wondering which one was going to result in the blonde. "Brittney Jones." He was actually relieved when a slightly thick girl with a ponytail in overly trendy clothes answered. She had failed the test miserably, and he didn't like the idea of "Miss Perfect" being a bimbo- there were enough dumb blondes in the world. Not too mention his seething intolerance for blind stupidity. "Vera Madison." "Over here," a female voice said, with the slightest hint of amusement. He turned. Green eyes stared back at him, almost challenging. He swallowed hard, and felt his jaw tighten. He passed her the paper. A hot pink strap slipped off her shoulder. She had actually gotten an 'A' on the test, second highest grade in the class in fact. So she wasn't an idiot... interesting. Class went by uneventfully. The professor showed up halfway through, and Holden took off to the little room he used as a pseudo-office/storage for Dr. Martin's materials. Almost an hour later there was a knock on the door. "Come in, h said, not looking up from his laptop, annoyed at being disturbed. "Am I interrupting?" a voice purred. Startled, Holden looked up. Leaning against the door frame, the hot blonde, or apparently, Vera Madison, stood. "Um, yeah, can I help you?" Holden said, turning in his chair. "Depends. I think you graded my test incorrectly," she walked over to him. "You see?" she pointed to one of the essay questions. "You wrote that I didn't answer the question. But I did, I explained it entirely," she stood in front of him, leaning against his desk. "The question asks what your thought on the proposed reform of the Electoral College is, and which Senator you agree with. You gave an alternate proposal, which is not what it asked for," Holden replied. "That's because I don't agree with either Senator! I don't agree with the Electoral College, at all. So I did say what my thoughts on it were. My thoughts were that it needed to not only be reformed, but done away with completely. I explain that." She stared at him, her face serious. "Yes, but it's still not what the prompt is asking from you," he said. "Well the prompt asks a stupid question, one that I don't agree with." She was almost glaring at him now. He could tell she was only going to keep arguing with him. "I'll tell you what, Miss... Madison? I will make a note to bring this issue up with the Professor, and see if he approves of a slight revision. But I can guarantee that you still are not getting full points, due to your avoidance, however deliberate and explained, of the prompt." Holden told her. "I can live with that." She leaned over his desk to grab a red pen, and he got a great view of her ass. Get a grip, he told himself. Meanwhile, his cock twitched to life. Oh shit, he thought, now is not the time for me to feel the effect of months without sex. Why was he reacting to her? He generally didn't physically respond to hot girls; he didn't have a problem attracting or getting them, he just generally wasn't incredibly interested. Maybe it was the way she got pissed off; he had seen a certain fire in her eyes which told him she was good at fighting battles with people. She had made some interesting comments in class too. This is ridiculous. He scooted his chair so he was under the desk a little more in an attempt to hide his ever-growing erection. Not a small guy, it would be obvious if he hit full mast, even in his dark jeans. She felt him move, "You alright?" she asked. "Yeah, of course" he responded, showing his annoyance. She handed him the red pen. "What is this for?" he asked. "You said you were going to make a note of it," she said tauntingly. He took it from her, and quickly scribbled across a post-it note. "Don't forget," she said, raising an eyebrow at him. He felt himself scowling, thoroughly irritated by the girl in front of him. "Done," he said, meaning it to be a dismissal as much as an answer. "Thanks." She smiled at him sweetly, and walked out. His gaze instinctively fell to her tight little ass, which jiggled oh-so-slightly, as she walked out the door. He had to get his head on straight; he wasn't supposed to be thinking about this. He needed to remain impersonal, alone, unaffected. It was how he maintained his life. Plus, she was a student to him, even if he was only an assistant professor. That night he went back to Matt's place for some video games and burgers, just typical guy stuff. Sure, it was a little immature, but he was only 27. It was still time to goof around, and Matt was really the only one he would do it with. Over at his place, they played on the enormous plasma screen TV, which had previously the week before held the football game. Matt's parents were loaded, and fortunately for him, they had asked him to partake in the family business, which was an investment company of considerable size. He was 25, and living in a wicked pad. "So, what are the chances that I could convince you to go to a huge ass benefit deal with me?" Matt asked "A what?" Holden was busy focusing on making his character throw fireballs at Matt's. "A benefit deal. You know. Where a ton of people pay a lot of money to dress up and eat fancy food and supposedly all the cash goes to kids with cancer or some shit." Matt threw an Ice Shield back at Holden's mage. "Damn it! So, you mean a black tie deal?" Time for double retaliation, Holden's fingers working furiously on the controls. "Yeah, a black tie deal. Argh! No way, I did not know a half dead warrior-mage could do that!" Matt's character had fallen to the ground under the blows. "Ha, fucking owned!" Holden exclaimed triumphantly. "Anyways, man, you know I love you. But seriously? Why the fuck would I want to go hang out with a bunch of boring-ass rich people?" "For the chicks." Matt replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Chicks? Like Helen Mirren style chicks?" Holden couldn't help but be dubious. He wasn't exactly the social butterfly type. "No. Like wannabe playboy bunny type chicks. Like horny-trophy-wives-with-dead-husbands type of chicks." Matt was quite enthusiastic. "Huh... doesn't sound like my thing." Nonplussed, Holden turned back to his game controller. "Please man, if you don't go with me no one else will, and I have to go because the parent's company is a big donor or some shit." "What about that girl that you were seeing, Melissa or whatever her name was...?" "Ugh no way man, I do not talk to her anymore. That girl was a chick with ISSUES." "So, you mean she had more than the emotional capacity of a teaspoon?" Holden said wryly. "No, don't be queer. I mean she was moody and clingy and shit. I hate that. I'm telling you. Come with me, bang some hot ass girls, eat some free food. I got the extra ticket. What have you got to lose?" Chapter 3 Three days later, Holden found himself in a predicament, he felt he had to go with Matt. But he couldn't muster up the horn-dog sex drive of his best friend. Not that he didn't have a sex drive, it was there. But some plastic-looking over-bleached, fake-breasted idiot didn't sound appealing to him. When he was 21? Sure he would have loved to hit that. Hell, he probably would've even paid, not that he would have had to. But that wasn't who he was anymore. And he couldn't say that he missed it all that much. He got dressed, wearing black slacks and black button up with a dark red tie, which couldn't hide the dark lines that curved up to his neck. His colleagues were none too thrilled about how the tattoos affected his "professional appearance," but there were no rules against it. They weren't graphic pictures or anything, just designs. He got the first one when he was a teenager, a shadowy teenager with a past he thought he could deal with by etching it into his skin. Mia, the girl who had lived down the street and happened to be a tattoo artist, had done them. Oh, Mia, he thought. But that was a different story. At least he looked halfway decent. Holden brushed his hair out of his eyes, and grabbed a jacket. He got into his jeep and drove to Matt's house, where they would leave together. Probably in Matt's car. His new Corvette was undoubtedly nicer than Holden's jeep, which had seen its fare share of hard driving. When Holden and Matt got to the large building where the benefit was held, for kids with leukemia he discovered, he noticed the names of the big donors up on the wall of the entrance. He recognized a big law firm, a few doctors, and even the dean of the University. Walking into the large main hall, he could see a jazz band on the stage, large buffet table with all sorts of exotic looking foods, and two bars. There were several rooms off shooting, a couple of which had sofas and chairs, one that held tables and chairs, and one or two more that he couldn't see inside from where he was standing. He was surprised at how many young people there were, it seemed like almost a third of the people them in their twenties to early thirties, and most were female. He could see what Matt meant about this being a good place to score. As he was thinking this, a very voluptuous Latina woman walked past, flashing a smile. "That's Marty Devon's fourth wife," Matt said in a low voice. "I guess she was the nanny for his latest kid... till he started banging her." "Christ Matt, how do you know this shit? You sound like a chick, gossiping inanely." Holden scowled, his cynicism flaring. "Hey man, got to keep up with the news. You have to know who is doable, and who you just can't get caught doing," Matt grinned. They milled around, grabbing drinks from the bar and talking to various people Matt knew. As they meandered through the crowd, more people arrived; overpaid valet's whisking away their overpriced cars. It looked like all of Parker City's upper crust was here. Suddenly Matt disappeared from Holden's side, weaving through a group of people to go greet someone he apparently knew. Holden strode after him, trying to keep up with his friend's head of short brown hair. When he found Matt a few minutes later, he started to walk up to him. Some people moved out of his line of vision, and Holden realized who Matt was talking to. Her normally straight hair was slightly curled at the bottom, but not too carefully, giving her that tousled bedroom look. A beaded gold- tan dress clung to her skin, tying behind her neck to cover her breasts in a low 'V', then sweeping down to close at her lower back and flowing down to the floor. A slit ran up the side in the front, ending at right above her knee. She was showing more of her back than anything else, but it was form fitting enough to make her look drop-dead gorgeous without looking too scandalous for the event. A pale gold strapped heel was attached to the smooth looking leg that disappeared up the slit of her dress. So that's why she was at Matt's party. They were of the same level of upper-class. He approached, not sure of how to act, but hiding it behind his usual mask of a hard, calm, aloof exterior. Holden's gaze shifted to who she was standing with. A buff blonde guy with short hair stood there. He was probably Holden's height, maybe an inch shorter, but with a thicker upper torso. The man looked like he should have been a life size version of a Ken doll; make that Extra-Beefy Quarterback Ken doll. Matt obviously knew him too. As he made the introductions, Vera interjected. "Oh Mr. Siebel and I know each other." Matt and Vera's escort looked puzzled. "Um, I'm the Assistant Professor for Government 186," Holden offered as an explanation, feeling uncomfortable. "Which I take. Mr. Siebel keeps me enthralled with the class." He swallowed hard. Something about the way she said his name, so formally with a hint of laughter, almost like she was being facetious. But as soon as the conversation had begun, she was already gone, whisked back into the crowd... It was clear she knew many of the people at the event, and someone had gotten her attention. Her escort followed, trying to keep up with her. Unexpected Torture Matt looked at Holden, who was watching Vera disappear. He studied his expression, and then spoke. "You do know who she is, don't you?" He asked flatly. "What?" Holden said curtly, acting like he didn't know what Matt was referring to, which was partly accurate. "What are you talking about? She's just in my class." "Lucky you. Man, seriously though, if you know what's good for you, just stay away from her. Trust me. I know." "What do you mean you know?" Holden felt the slightest hint of envy stir. "I mean I know from personal experience. It didn't work. That guy she's with? They aren't even together, he's just her escort. Decent guy, boring as fuck though. He's the son of the U.S. Ambassador for Chile." Without much more of an explanation, Matt walked back to the bar and grabbed another drink; clearly he was done talking about it. It was weird, Holden thought, Matt seemed to be friends with her, and his parents were upper-class investors. While not an ambassador's son, most girls considered him to be a pretty good catch. Definitely seemed to be a better one than the guy Vera was with. Then he started to worry. Had he been that obvious that Matt could tell that Holden... wanted her? He was generally so good at hiding his emotions... Later, when his best friend was hitting on some Southern brunette, Holden went wandering around the place, feeling the need to get away from the crowds and small-talk. He walked into one of the smaller rooms, which was mostly vacant with some non-alcoholic drinks on a few tables, and strode aimlessly down the small hallway off to the side. This place is huge, he thought to himself. He passed several closed doors to the end one, which was open. The first thing he noticed was that the room's light all came from around the mirrors; it was apparently a large dressing area of sorts. The second thing he noticed was that off to his right, looking at him in the reflection of one of the large mirrors, with slight curiosity and amusement, was the apparently entirely unobtainable Vera Madison. The third thing that he noticed was that her dress wasn't tied. It still covered her breasts, but only because of the slight stiffness of the material. She had one of the straps in her hands, the other one laid over her shoulder. Safety pin in hand, she looked at him staring at her. "What the...?" he trailed off. "My strap started to come loose; I came back here to pin it back to the dress to avoid a possible wardrobe malfunction." She spoke, still watching him. "Generally people don't wander into dressing rooms unannounced." He finally regained his senses, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, it was a total mistake, excuse me." He said quickly, irritated, trying to regain an authoritative tone, and was about to turn when she calmly replied. "Well the least you can do is help me." He paused and hesitated, he could feel his momentary stoic façade waver. "Help you?" He asked. "Come here." It was only out of his shock and uncertainty that he walked over to her. Had he been thinking clearly, he would have just kept going. But she had... distracted him. She faced the mirrors, with him slightly behind her. "Hold this." She directed handing him the end of the strap she wasn't holding. She finished pinning. "Now grab the other one." She ordered. He inhaled, lightly grabbing it, his fingers lightly brushing her skin, which felt impossibly smooth. With his intake of breath her smell washed over him. Her perfume mixed with that scent of some kind of edible dessert and whatever kind of shampoo she used. He felt like his mouth literally watered for a second. "Pull tighter." She said, studying her reflection in the mirror. He tried to act business-like when she had him tie the straps. She watched his reflection in the mirror then. "Perfect." And then she brought her hands up and adjusted her breasts slightly. Holden lost his composure and gazed at her cleavage. Her skin there shimmered slightly, as though she had put something there so that the eye would be even more unintentionally drawn to the eroticism of her body. She gave the slightest smile. And then she turned to face him. He had been caught. Staring at his student's body. "Look even to you?" She asked, one eyebrow raised. Shit. He scrambled again. "I think this is inappropriate, I need to get going." She grabbed his arm, and pulled him back. She was surprisingly strong for her slenderness. He found himself closer to her than he was before. That was when he realized that he was slightly hard. Getting harder. She looked at him square in the eyes, and he was compelled to stare back. He realized that her green eyes were flecked with hints of gold, something he didn't think he had even seen before. An intense heat radiated out of them, an almost tangible lust reaching his gaze and holding him there. She was still holding onto the forearm that she had grabbed. Then she took both of her hands and ran them up his arms, over his broad shoulders. His skin felt hot where she touched him, his brain stuck on the sensations of her hands. He had taken his jacket off, and she could feel muscles under his dress shirt. She pulled him so that his lower abdomen was touching her. And so was his erection. Which was growing. He realized that this was what she had wanted. To see if he was hard, which he was, his own hunger exposed. He was frozen, not knowing what to do. It was not as though he could pretend it didn't exist, Holden was definitely packing something, something that was pressed into her hip. "Stop." He said, as firmly as he could, his voice infected with anger, his brow furrowed. And with that she tore her green eyes from his gaze, slipped away from him, and walked out of the room, her heels clicking on the hall. He sighed, relieved. And... disappointed? He composed himself. He was still hard, so he tucked himself into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and walked out of the room. Chapter 4 "Where have you been?!" Mark exclaimed when Holden appeared, still agitated. "I'll tell you later." He said, trying to appear less...pissed. Horny. Upset. Uncertain. He made it through the rest of the night without further incident. He would have left immediately, but he had arrived in Matt's car, and had no alternate way of going home. When he had finally dragged his friend from yet another conversation with an attractive girl, and gotten Matt's car from the valet, Holden decided to bite the bullet ask his best friend the question that had been on his mind. "So... what happened with you and Vera Madison?" He inquired, keeping his tone neutral. Matt shook his head and sighed. "She was a good friend, I spent a lot of time as a teenager with her. She's younger, she only just turned 21, and was a freshman when I was a senior, but even then she was pretty. Not like she is now, but still, a good looking girl. My mom and her mom were friends, and her mom would bring her with her when she came over so that they could work on their society committees or whatever. We would hang out, even though she was younger than me, and she was just sort of a little sister to me. Our parents never suspected anything was actually going on, because of our age gap. Then, when she was still in high school and I was in college, I kissed her once when we were in my kitchen. After that, she would come over whenever, with or without her mom, and we would watch movies and play video games and make out... When I moved into my own place, she came over more, and we saw each other more... We were never publicly dating, but I wasn't seeing anyone else and as far as I know neither was she.... We kept it pretty quiet, but we would go out and grab stuff to eat, or sort of casually do something." Holden noticed that Matt was gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than his usual, relaxed manner. "What happened...?" He asked after Matt had been silent for a minute or two. "She... well... I loved her. First girl I ever loved. I cared about her, you know? She was amazing, I don't know if she ever loved me the way that I did her, but I knew that she did in her own way. I also knew that she was getting to be out of my league; she kept getting prettier and smarter as she got older. But I was too into her at the time, and tried to not think about the whole thing too seriously. But still..." Holden was surprised at how sensitive Matt sounded about the subject of this girl. Matt usually had a string of chicks moving through his playing field, he had girlfriends but ditched them before it got serious, always keeping a safe emotional distance. He was known among his friends for having had quite the number of one night stands; money and good looks, not too mention an awesome party crib did that for a guy. For him to be talking about a member of the opposite sex with such emotion or sincerity was beyond rare. Holden had never heard it before. His curiosity was more than piqued. He probed further. "So, what happened?" He repeated his earlier question. "She... she lost her virginity to me." "Whoa, really?" Holden asked. He was rarely surprised, but he was now. "Yeah... when she was eighteen. Summer before she started college. I had had sex before, with previous girlfriends, and she had never done much more than make out with any other guy, so one day she was over and... it just... happened. She didn't know what she was doing in bed, unlike every other girl I had slept with. But still, she was... different." "Different how?" Holden was starting to feel like overly investigatory, which bothered him, but he couldn't help himself. He had to know the history of his best friend and this girl who was becoming his unintentional object of lust. "Different in the way that she was the best sex I ever had. She was so inexperienced, but it was like she just instinctively was this hot little sex kitten who could make a guy come like no other. I have never felt a girl that fucking tight. She felt amazing. She was amazing. Is. But after a while she got bored with me. Said I was the greatest guy in the world, but that I wasn't the one for her. That she loved me like I was her brother, one of her best friends. And that was it... About a year ago I tried to win her back, but it didn't work." Holden absorbed everything he told him with his own quiet contemplation. By that time they were back at Matt's place, as they walked into the house, Holden followed him into the kitchen, setting his jacket on the counter, and leaning his long frame against it. Matt grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Want one?" He asked Holden. "Sure." Matt tossed him a beer. "Hang on a minute." He disappeared up his stairs, to his bedroom. He came back in a minute, a three by five picture in his hand, and passed it to Holden. The picture showed Matt arm in arm with the one and only Vera Madison. They both looked younger, her hair only reached past her shoulders, and she was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Matt's hair was longer, longer than Holden's currently was, and he was grinning at the camera, laughing. "So, now you're just friends?" He asked, passing back the picture to Matt. "Yeah. It sucks, but she does make a good friend. That's why I haven't had anything serious since. No girl matches up to what she did for me. We will never get back together though." "You never told me about any of this before..." Holden responded, after searching for what to say. Matt shrugged. "I've never told anybody. But when it rains, it pours, right? Look, if you like her, go for it, just don't say I didn't warn you." He stated blandly. "Like her? I never said anything about liking her, man..." Holden tried to look disdainful at the prospect. Matt rolled his eyes. "Yeah okay whatever; you just stared at her for the whole time we were around her at her at the benefit." "Don't be stupid, she's my student. I was just surprised to see her there is all," Holden said dismissively. "You shouldn't have been." "Shouldn't have been what?" He said coolly. "Surprised to see her there. She is Dean While's daughter," Matt stated, as though it were an obvious fact. Holden choked on his beer. "WHAT?" He sputtered. Surprised again. He didn't like the feeling. Matt laughed at him. "Oh yeah. His pride and joy. Her last name, Madison, is actually her middle name. She doesn't use the 'While' because she doesn't like people sucking up to her just because she's the daughter of the Dean of our University, which as we all know is one of the 'best in the state, if not the country.'" That night, Holden lay in his bed, thinking about the evening. He thought about running into Vera, how she looked, when she made his help her with her dress, when she adjusted her breasts, how her skin felt, the way she smelled, when she grabbed him.... The fact that Matt had had sex with her, fucked her, said she was amazingly tight.... Holden was hard. Really hard. He reached into his boxers. Without fully realizing it, he had started stroking his dick. He was thinking about his hot student, thinking about his best friend fucking her, thinking about what it would be like to fuck her himself. And then he came, his cum soaking the front of his boxers. His orgasm washed over him, then subsided. He slid his wet boxers off, wiping his satisfied cock off and tossing the boxers into the corner of his bedroom. He then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep, completely naked. Chapter 5 At some point the next morning, Holden thought he heard his doorbell ring. He groaned, rolled onto his back in bed, and fell back to sleep. Several minutes later he was rudely awakened with a rapping noise. Startled, he woke up and sat upright, trying to figure out was he was hearing. Befuddled, he looked around blearily. He had gotten out of the habit of getting up and being wide awake instantly since he left training. He heard it again, and stood up out of bed, temporarily forgetting he was naked. He then heard what sounded like a muted, yet surprised giggle. He turned towards his window, which he had not closed the blinds to last night. And there, in sunglasses and a white tank top, was Vera Madison. Smiling at him. Naked. "SHIT." Holden grabbed some boxer briefs and jeans as quickly as he could and put them on, while his unexpected visitor turned around and disappeared from view. As he grabbed a black tee shirt and threw it on, he heard a knock at his front door. His thoughts racing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, he went to the front door, wrenching it open. There she stood, on the front porch of the small but nice house he rented. Still smiling, and holding two Starbucks cups in her hands. "What the hell...?" Holden trailed off, still not awake enough to figure out what had just happened to him. "Morning Sunshine." She said cheerily. "Aren't you going to invite me in? Or are you just going to make me stand out here in this brutal weather?" Holden glanced around. It was a perfect day. He moved to the side, motioning her in, his brow furrowed in irritation. She walked through his doorway and into his house, looking around before setting the coffee on his counter. He shut the door and ran his fingers through his shaggy hair, trying to register the perky blonde in front of him. "What are you...?" He had meant to ask her what she was doing here but he had started looking at her, and lost his thoughts. She was wearing low-cut, tight jeans, flip flops, and an already tiny white tank top that had ridden up to expose half of her stomach. And no bra. Her shirt wasn't see-through enough to see her breasts, but her tank top clung to a naturally lifted shape that had no visible entrapment. He glanced up to her shoulders, where the thin white straps were alone in their interruption of her tan skin. Yep. He realized. No bra. Her breasts were high and firm enough to be fake, but somehow he didn't think that they were. It didn't seem like her style. She was watching him with a slight smirk on her face. She had caught him checking her out. Again. "I thought I would stop by and apologize for... surprising you so much last night," She stated nonchalantly, with a hint of laughter in her voice. "How did you know where I live?" He asked, irritated. He didn't need this. "Your friend Matt was kind enough to give me your address. I just plugged it into this really cool thing called GPS and look where I would up." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Matt did what?" He was more irritated, more annoyed. He crossed his arms in front of him, his stance expressing his anger. "Oh, don't look so shocked. It's not like I'm some axe murderer out to get you." "Could have fooled me." He muttered. "So why exactly were you tapping on my window while I was sleeping? That's not creepy at all," he said sarcastically to her. She scoffed. "Well, Mr. Paranoid, I rang your doorbell and you didn't answer. Matt said you would for sure be here, so I decided to check in your backyard for you, see if you were out there chopping firewood or something else manly. On my way I happened to pass by your bedroom window with its wide open shades and see you, passed out on your bed. So I tapped." "A normal person would have just left. You were trespassing! You're not even supposed to be here! I'm your professor!" He began to rant, getting more pissed by the second. "You are NOT supposed to show up at your professor's houses and go tapping on their windows, spying on them! You are also not supposed to use them to fix your little strap thing or whatever the hell that was all about! And you are NOT SUPPOSED TO GET THEM OUT OF BED WHILE THEY ARE NAKED AND DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Her eyes narrowed. She folded her arms, squeezing her breasts in her shirt, adding to her cleavage. "Assistant Professor. Don't flatter yourself. And I wasn't spying. I just happened to see you asleep. You should have closed your blinds. And it's not my fault that someone likes to sleep in the buff." She had taken a step closer to him, her tone insinuating. "Guess you don't want to hear my apology after all." "You had an apology?" He asked, angry and disbelieving. "I have a hard time seeing you saying you're sorry for anything." "That's because I never do," she said, smiling sweetly up at him. "So I'm the grand exception?!" He asked. "What the fuck?" He said, throwing his hands out in his frustration. "No," she said. "I just told you I was going to apologize so you would let me in and listen to me. I'm really not sorry for anything." She smiled again. She reached behind her and gently lifted out one of the cups from its carrier. "Latte?" She asked purring. He growled, still pissed. He reached over to take it out of her hand and slam it on the counter. The aggression that he usually had a hold on so well rose up in him. She saw his movements though and leaned back against the counter, moving the coffee away from his arm. As she did, her shirt stretched farther across her tits and Holden saw the faint outline of hard nipples pressing into the fabric, the shirt riding up higher to expose her bellybutton. That was about all he could handle, his cock strained against his clothing, he was rock hard. She set the cup down out of reach behind her and rolled back upright towards him in a smooth movement. His denim-encased cock was almost touching her. She looked down, then back up at him, a smirk playing at her lips. "Looks like not all of you hates me." She said. Her eyebrow arched again as she looked him in the eye. That heated gaze again, the one that made him want to give in to every instinct that was raging through him. That was it. This little tease had distracted him in class, gotten him worked up in his office, made him lust for her at the benefit, seen him naked (however briefly,) tested his stonewall self control, and was now taunting him in his own damn place of living. Unexpected Torture He grabbed her and slammed her up on the counter top. She exhaled sharply and moaned at the same time. Before she could get a word out he grabbed the back of her neck under her long layers of blonde hair and pulled her towards him, as he kissed her hard. She kissed him back, her soft lips closing around his, then she opened her mouth up to him. He welcomed her offering of herself, his tongue reaching through her parted mouth that was pressed against his to slide against hers. The kiss felt electric to him, what he felt from her shooting through his body, mixing with his need for her. His blood rushed through him faster, his heart pounded in his chest. His adrenaline didn't make him hesitant though, but did the opposite, making him hazed in his judgment. He continued to kiss her, discovering her mouth with his in its rough, passionate exploration. She bit his bottom lip, purposely causing him slight pain, but turning him on even more. When they broke apart, he stared at her, still glaring, his breathing more heavy. She opened her mouth to say something but he grabbed her again, kissing her and then going for her neck and ear, teasing and tormenting her, escalating her arousal. His right hand was on her shoulder, bringing her towards him. His left went from her hair to trace down the other side of her neck that he wasn't ravaging, across her exposed skin and over her tank top, tracing a line down, over her barely restrained breast. She arched into him instinctively, but he kept his fingers on their continued path, down to her flat stomach and under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin. He slid upwards, and traced the underside of her breast, cupping below her nipple, never touching. He then lifted her shirt up with both hands, folding it above her breasts, looking her dead in the eye the whole time. She stared back, lips wet from their combined saliva, parted slightly through which her ragged breaths came. She didn't tell him no... and he didn't stare at what he had just exposed immediately. He went back to kissing her roughly, her chest pushed up against his. He slid his hands back up her stomach, but this time he didn't stop. His long fingers slid over her skin, touching her sensitive flesh lightly. He traced her nipples with his hands, and massaged her breasts gently, softly compared to his intense kissing that was going on simultaneously. Then he pulled back slightly, and dropped his gaze. Hunger gnawed at him. Her large, firm, perky breasts were tan, though not as tan as the rest of her. Tiny pink nipples pointed at him, surrounded by mid-sized pinkish tan areolas. Her glowing skin was so smooth, and he grabbed her waist, his hand on the small of her back. He pulled her up so that her back arched, bringing her chest toward his lowered mouth. He nuzzled into them with his slightly parted lips, letting the roughness of his stubble graze her soft skin. Then his tongue darted out and grazed her left nipple. She exhaled with an erotic moan, arching towards him more, her body craving his mouth. He pulled away to slide over to the other one and give it the same treatment, the slightest lick. It was clear she wanted more, her head was thrown back and she licked her own lips. He opened his mouth more and closed it around her hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it. He was so hard it hurt, so hard that his jeans confinement on his cock was downright painful. He needed her. Had to have her. The doorbell rang. He jerked back, startled, as she snapped upright. Holden never got too many visitors; few people knew where he lived. He enjoyed his solitude. It rang again. "Shit." He muttered, running his hand through his already disheveled hair. He reached into his jeans and quickly adjusted himself, hiding his straining erection. He glanced at the nymph on his counter. She had watched his adjustment with that same look in her eye, the one he had such a hard time ignoring. She had yet to pull her shirt down, her breasts were still exposed, now shining from Holden's spit. Her hair, normally not messy, was falling across her face is disarray. She looked sexy as hell. With a groan, Holden turned and walked towards the door, looking over his shoulder to make sure she had pulled her shirt down or was at least going to. She already had, and was now smoothing out her hair. Holden wrenched open his door, angry with whoever had interrupted the needed release of his fury and lust. His jaw opened and closed when he saw who it was. No sound came out. Chapter 6 Matt stood there. Normally of course, that wouldn't have been that uncommon, Matt was one of his few yet frequent visitors. But this was not a normal morning. Hadn't Matt sent her over here? So what was he doing here? His shiny yellow corvette was parked behind a pristine white Range Rover; one could only belong to the little seductress behind Holden, hidden from Matt's view behind the other side of the door. "Umm... hey?" Holden said lamely. Matt sighed. "Hey. Can I come in?" "Um... can we talk later? I'm ... on the phone. With someone important. It's work related." He was desperately searching for something to say that sounded valid. Matt looked at him, not buying it. "Whose car is parked in front of your house? Have company, Holden?" "Um, it's the neighbors." He hated how uneasy this was making him, hated not standing on firm ground. "I thought your neighbor was a nice old lady. Did drug dealers move in sometime recently?" Matt questioned snappishly. "Uh, it's her nephew's car. He's...um, a ...professional gambler. Makes a lot of money," Holden responded curtly. "Uh huh. So it's okay if I come in right? Cause I just have to talk to you about something really quick..." Matt said shrewdly, and as Holden reached up to scratch his neck, searching wildly for something to say, Matt brushed past him, walking inside the house. He immediately came face to face with an amused Vera, who had obviously been enjoying the exchange. "Oh, so you let him in but you wouldn't even invite me inside?" Vera spoke, a hint of facetiousness in her voice. "That's not very nice." She pouted slightly. Holden glared at her. "He, just, I mean... sort of just came inside, uh- you aren't supposed to be here!" He tried to retort, his nervousness was getting to him, and he was not enjoying how he felt. "Fine, I will leave. Didn't seem like you minded though..." she said trailing off as she stood up straight and began to walk out. She stopped to give Matt a light hug and kiss on the cheek. "Hi Matty, it was so good seeing you last night and today, don't be such a stranger," she said to him, and then walked off and out the door, trotting down the steps and off to her car. Holden could feel himself redden slightly. Oh, so I'm embarrassed now? What the hell? He looked at Matt, who was watching Vera pull away from the curb with a strange expression on his face. He turned back towards Holden, who was standing uncomfortably. "You're a lying piece of shit, you know that? Do you want to tell me what the hell just happened?" Matt asked, all too calmly, with an edge to his voice. "What do you mean?! Didn't you send her over here?!" Holden exclaimed as he found his anger rushing back at him. This whole situation was just too fucked up for him to handle. "No, I didn't fucking send her over. She came over to my house this morning..." Matt muttered. Holden's mind was racing. "What do you mean she came over? She told me you gave her my address!" "Well what the hell was I supposed to say to her? No?! I can't tell that no!" He gestured towards Vera's car as she drove off. "Apparently neither can you! What happened to all of your 'I don't like her, she's my student' bullshit?! Apparently, you like her enough to try to fuck her!" Now Matt was yelling back. "She came over here! You let her! You told me to go for it, didn't you?! Why would you say that if you're still all hung up on her?" Holden yelled at him back, frustrated, and started to pace. "Because I'm trying to let her go." Matt stated quietly. "So you use me as your guinea-pig? To see if you can pass her off to me and deal with it okay?! Do you realize what a danger she is to my life, my reputation, my career? You were the one who told me she's the daughter of the fucking Dean of our University!" Holden's face was painted in rage. Not to mention how fucking close she makes me come to losing it. "Well how was I supposed to know she would decide she wants you? I figured you would make a move or some shit, and she would just deny you like she does every other guy!" Matt spat out. "Christ! She practically hunted me down!" Holden told Matt the story of how she was flirtatious in his office, then how he ran into her in the dressing room at the benefit. "Shit. I'm sorry man. I didn't know." Matt sighed. "Yeah, well, thanks, but its too late now." Holden muttered darkly. "What happened?" Matt asked hesitantly, as though he were afraid to hear the answer. Holden told him the abbreviated version of how Vera Madison had shown up at his house and tapped at his window, how he let her in and she had pissed him off, and then that he had kissed her. He left out the rest of the graphic details of how he had lifted her shirt up, tasted her skin. "Well, you're either the luckiest or the most unlucky guy in the world. So have a great fucking time." And at that Matt left. Holden didn't know what to do. He was a mess. He realized that he had become hard again after thinking about his encounter with Vera. He shook his head, thinking to himself that what he really needed right now was to punch the shit out of something. He took off his shirt, put on some gym shorts, and went to the other bedroom in the house, where he had a desk, treadmill and punching bag. He put on his gloves, and started hitting. Thirty minutes later left Holden drenched in his own sweat; he hadn't even paused the entire time. And he was still hard. I need a cold shower, he thought. So he took one, trying to relax his tense muscles and mind. Even with the water, his erection wasn't going away. How fucking old am I? He said to himself. For the second time in twelve hours, Holden grabbed his cock and masturbated to the thought of the hot little tease that had completely destroyed any order in his life. He came harder than he had in a long time, spurting out strands of warm cum all over his shower. He toweled off, thinking about what to do. He decided that he couldn't let her overtake his life; he had to stop thinking about her. He dressed and sat down at his desk, pulling out notes for a PowerPoint he was supposed to put together. What normally would have taken him one hour to complete, took him three that day. Chapter 7 A few days later Holden had class again. Government 186, to be precise. He got there early; it was his day to lecture. As he was setting up, some students filed in. He tried to be surreptitious in his checking to see if any of them were Vera. They weren't. He had been a wreck the last few days. He hadn't talked to Matt, hadn't seen the minx that had been invading his sleep, making him wake up hard and restless. And then she walked in. He tried not to watch her. Really, he did. But he couldn't help himself. She was wearing a pleated plaid miniskirt that was so short he would have bet that she wouldn't have been able to bend over without exposing herself. Her shirt bared the now familiar slice of tanned midriff, and she had on a little sweater over it. God Damnit. This was brutally unfair. It was wrong. He felt a twinge of jealousy when the other guys checked her out as well. She acted completely unaware, unconcerned. She sat down and crossed her legs, then pulled out a pen and twirled it between her fingers. Then she looked at him dead in the eyes. She lifted an eyebrow and looked him up and down, eye-fucking him. Shit. She always caught him. He turned to his laptop, hoping no one noticed. He hit the lights, and the projector hummed to life. As did his dick. Luckily, no one would be able to see his reaction standing behind the podium. Some low lights barely illuminated the students so that they could write their notes, and the rest of the room was rather dark. He started his lecture, trying to keep his eyes off of her. He was glad he couldn't see her that well. His lecture was going smoothly; at least it did at first. Then, she did something that was very, very bad for his concentration. She shifted in her seat, and uncrossed her legs, crossing them again almost immediately. But not before he got a view up her skirt. All he saw were smooth tan legs, as she didn't open them enough for him to see underwear or lack thereof. He lusted for more, to have been able to see more, but he also was glad he didn't, as he was in the middle of class, after all. He mentally cursed and thanked whoever had invented stadium seating in lecture halls. From this angle, he was at eye level with her legs. She chewed on the tip of her pen, so unaware of what she had just done. But then she brought the end of it into her mouth. She never looked at him, he wasn't even sure she did it on purpose... it seemed so thoughtless, so unintentional. He had failed to continue on to the next point in the PowerPoint, and he tried to gain his bearings. The rest of class went by without any more distractions other than her presence. When it was over, he took off quickly, not bothering to go back to his little office. He threw his stuff in his jeep and drove to Matt's house. Enough was enough. This was not his fault. Matt wasn't home. Holden sat on the steps and tried calling him, but there was no answer. He sat there, thinking, running his hands through his hair. He lost track of how long he had been sitting there when a car pulled up. He looked up blearily, it wasn't Matt's. Too big, not bright yellow. It took him a second to register why it looked familiar though. He was wondering where he had seen it before when it hit him; it had been parked in front of his house three days ago. It was her car. Shit. Too late, she was out of the car, walking towards him, up the walkway. Still in the little skirt, the sweater open and loose and coming slightly off her shoulders, carrying her bag. He looked at her, an expression of misery and doom on his face, mixed with his lust. She plopped her bag next to him and sat down, her legs extended. "Jesus, no reason to look like you're being sent to the guillotine." She said it lightly, with that hint of flirting that was ever-present in her voice. "Aren't I?" She snorted. "Exaggerating much?" She asked, picking up a manicured hand and examining it. "Am I? Thanks to you my job is in jeopardy, and my relationship with my best friend is a mess," he accused her. He was sick of her games, it was taking too much of a toll on him. He didn't like other people affecting his life, didn't like how much it was getting to him. "Shut up Holden," she said calmly, leaning back, turning her head to the light breeze that was sweeping her hair. "You're being overdramatic. Matt's not mad at you, he's mad at me. Nothing's wrong with your precious friendship. He just has to learn that he can never have me like he did once. It was a long time ago, and he's like a brother to me now, and he just hasn't been able to accept that yet." She said it so simply, so nonchalantly, as though nothing was a big deal. Yet it was the most serious thing he had heard her say outside of class. He remained silent. Then she looked at him, and smiled at him. She reached out, extending her hand, and ran it lightly through his hair. Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear, her breath tickling him. "Aren't you mad though? Aren't you angry with him? He interrupted us, stopping you. You couldn't even get what you wanted, what you were "risking" thanks to him. You couldn't even get off...." Holden's jaw clenched. She licked him, her tongue running through his stubble on his upper jaw up to the spot right in front of his ear. She lingered there, then went down to his earlobe, flicking it with her tongue. He closed his eyes from the feeling, then opened them and pulled away from her angrily. He turned on her. "Why are you doing this?! Who the hell do you think you are??? What makes you think that you can fuck with people like this?!" He stared at her, his agitation obvious. "Because I wanted you. When I first saw you in class." She shrugged. Then she got up and walked away, got back in her car that probably cost more than a year of Holden's salary and drove off. Holden waited a while longer before he gave up, getting in his battered jeep wrangler and going home. He did mundane chores around his place, putting dishes away, doing his laundry. Anything to distract him. Chapter 8 It was seven or so when Holden's doorbell rang. He groaned. It seemed to be such a negative thing lately, for someone to be visiting him. He looked out to see whose car was in front, but he saw no one. He opened his door, then slammed it when he recognized who was on the other side. She had changed; now she was in tiny gym shorts and a tank top, her hair up in a high ponytail, tube socks and running shoes on her feet. She knocked again, more insistently. He reluctantly opened the door again. "You better not shut that door." She said. "Its getting dark, I was out running. If I run back now I could get kidnapped or something." "Wouldn't that be nice?" He asked sarcastically. This time she glared at him. He let her in. She looked really hot in her little outfit actually. Tomboyish, sexy, effortless. She had been sweating slightly; a few strands of her hair that had escaped from her ponytail were damp. "I'm getting my keys, and then I'm taking you home. Where do you live?" He grumbled, searching for his jeep keys. "You can't take me home." She said flatly, putting her hands on her hips. "Why the hell not?" Holden asked her, dumbfounded. "Because I'm avoiding going home at the moment, I was supposed to be somewhere right now and if I go home it will be obvious that I didn't go where I was supposed to." She said, as if it were obvious. "Where are you supposed to be? Church?" He said sarcastically. "Um, no, I don't go to church. I'm supposed to be at the doctor's because I faked being sick to get out of something else." Vera now folded her arms and looked at him expectantly. "What???" Holden asked angrily. She rolled her eyes. "I was supposed to go this thing, with my parents, where they are meeting a bunch of stuffy old people and taking a bunch of pictures with them because they're important donors for the new library. If I go home before they do, I have to deal with the guilt trip, the whole "Well if you were feeling okay enough to not go to the doctor's, why couldn't you help us? Don't you care about your father's school? It's your school too!" Ugh. Total annoying bullshit. I left my car at the café a few blocks away." "Why do you still live with your parents? How old are you? I'll take you back to your car." He said, irritated with her again. "I'm 21 and I live with them because I live in the guest house, which is way nicer than an apartment, and I get maid service and the pool. And no you are not taking me back to my car, what am I supposed to do for a few hours?" "I don't know, go shopping, go hang out with your friends!" Holden was unimpressed with what she apparently thought was a legitimate excuse. "I can't go shopping, look at what I'm wearing! And everyone's busy, it's a weeknight. No one's up for fun... " Before he could reply she leaned forward as though she was going to kiss him, but she didn't, she murmured into his ear instead. "Guess you will just have to hang out with me...." She drew back, then smiled brightly at him, those multi-colored eyes shining, seemingly so innocent.