1 comments/ 19569 views/ 5 favorites Sticky Wickets Ch. 01 By: barabajagal001 Elaine glanced at the clock on her bedside table and sighed ruefully. It was late. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and it wasn't because her roommate Thandie had begun inviting her new boyfriend over every night of the week. It was the dreams. Dreams she couldn't remember, but made her feel so unsettled when she awoke in the morning. She was dreading sleep tonight, but knew she had to be well rested for her class presentation. Lying down under her thing sheet, she forced her mind to empty, hoping her sleep would be dreamless. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and sleep stole her away. She dreamed. She was pressed up against a white wall in a white room, and she wasn't alone. Someone was nuzzling her neck, caressing her bare breasts with their open palms. Someone's hard cock was nudging her in the thigh, and then it was pressing into her, filling her, making her gasp with the suddenness of it all. She remembered now, felt her mind drawing away from the man pleasuring her to tell her this had happened before. Last night, and the night before that. She needed to know who it was. "Kiss me," she murmured into his hair, and he dutifully lifted his head to press his lips against hers, still moving his hips in a slow and steady rhythm. She felt her muscles tightening, working to give her this pleasure she had neither asked for nor wanted. She saw his face. Gasping, she pushed his chest away from her, even as her hips responded to his, and she felt herself falling away from him. Felt her body's frustration at this denial. She woke with the need screaming through her body, feeling a thin line of sweat dripping between her breasts. Moving her hand down, she felt the heat radiating out from the crotch of her pajama bottoms. Inside, she was hot, sticky, so wet that she didn't need any preparation before plunging two fingers inside. She heard herself whimper aloud, softly, and pressed her face into her pillow to muffle any other noises. Then she remembered his face, the man that her body had wanted so desperately in her dream. She felt her abdominal muscles clench so suddenly that it was almost painful and then she was having her first orgasm in over two years, pumping her hips up against her hand. Then she laid back and took a deep breath. The wetness between her legs had trickled out to coat her thighs, and a light sheen of sweat that covered her body shone in the moonlight streaming in through her window. "Will," she whispered. She knew who it was. Her favorite professor, a man she considered a friend and mentor, a man whose research assistant she was, a man she had never had a sexual thought about in the year she had known him. This could get awkward. ---------- In the morning, Elaine took a long, hot shower, and lectured herself. "It doesn't matter that he's your professor. You don't think about him that way. You're just punishing yourself for ignoring your body, that's it." Her last relationship had been a disaster, and the sex hadn't been all that great, but at the time, she'd thought it was better than nothing. Then they stopped even having sex, but she felt guilty for pleasuring herself, and eventually stopped doing that, too. She'd convinced herself she didn't need release and was finding out now that was obviously a lie. Well, there was nothing she could do. She would just go to class and everything would be fine. It had to be fine. She successfully pushed her dreams to the back of her head all day long, and settled into a chair for her last class of the day, Professor Will Barrett's. Other students filed in, and finally, so did he. She chanced a look up at him, and found he was smiling over at her familiarly. A tiny, sharp pain arrowed into her chest, but she gave him a small smile back. She had never thought of him in any way other than purely platonic. Oh, he was attractive enough, but he had never been her type. Being petite and curvy, she'd always been attractive to men who were shorter than average with enough strength to pick her up and swing her around. Will was over a foot taller than she, and a naturally thin guy. Elaine found herself staring at him, with his short brown hair and his soft brown eyes, and it finally hit her. He wasn't movie star hot, maybe, but she found him gorgeous in his own way and she really, really wanted him. When he announced they would be watching a documentary in class, she decided it was her lucky day. Watching him lecture the class and trying to keep her mind on what he was saying instead of the way his lips formed the words probably would have been too much for her. But as the lights turned down and the movie began, she found her head leaning back to rest against the wall behind her. Her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, and before she knew it, she was asleep. This time, she couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. She could smell him, a scent of clean cotton, light sweat, and a soft musky odor that must have been just him. He was kneeling behind her as she knelt on the floor, kissing the side of her neck. Pressing his fingers into her hips, he angled her up toward him and slid into her in one long, sure stroke. Her body buzzed with a sort of soft, hazy pleasure, and she waited for the next stroke, but suddenly she came to herself. Looking around nervously, she saw that the movie was still on and most people's eyes were on it. Thandie sat next to her; funny, she didn't remember Thandie coming in. She leaned over and spoke in a hoarse whisper, "Next time you want to have a sex dream, maybe don't do it in class, Ellie." Swallowing hard, Elaine replied, "How could you tell?" Thandie's eyes widened comically. "I was actually just kidding. Are you okay? You don't look so great." "I just...I'll be right back," Elaine answered, before getting up and walking out of the room as quickly as she could without drawing attention. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt oddly heavy between her legs. She sprinted down the hall and into the girls' bathroom, which was blissfully empty. Slamming a stall door shut behind her, she yanked down her jeans and frowned into her soaked panties. There was certainly no way she could put them back on, but she also couldn't just pull her jeans back up and go back to class. She bit her lip as she peeked under the sides of the stall both ways to be sure that she was, in fact, alone. Then she set one knee on the lid of the toilet and slid her fingers between her legs, gathering up moisture before slipping them over her clit feverishly. The pressure built very quickly, and for a moment she thought her heart would stop as the bathroom door opened and a group of giggling girls walked in. Then her orgasm overtook her and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing her mouth to stay closed as her legs shook underneath her. Letting out her breath as slowly as she could, she cleaned herself up, stuffing her panties into her back pocket, and flushed the toilet. The girls were all still in their stalls when she popped out to wash her hands, and she noticed she was looking a little flushed. She was jogging back down the hall to class, when she turned a corner, and ran directly into Will. She jumped back as if she had been burned, uttering a soft, "oh!" at his sudden appearance. "Ellie, there you are. I saw you run out of class, and I wanted to make sure you were okay." Her heartbeat, which had just been returning to normal, resumed a faster pace within her chest. Suddenly she could smell her own arousal and she knew she was blushing. Was it possible – could he smell it? Did he know what she had been doing? No, it was impossible. She hoped. "Um. I'm just not feeling that well. Shouldn't you be in the classroom?" "Class is out, Ellie," he said with a hint of amusement. "I didn't realize I was gone so long," she mumbled to herself. She tapped her foot, a trifle impatiently, since Will was between her and her backpack, and finally said, "Well, I've gotta run." Raising his eyebrows, he said, "Yeah, of course. I'll see you tomorrow at the usual time, then, if you're feeling better." She nodded distractedly and sidestepped him, running into the classroom to grab her bag. She was mildly relieved that Thandie was waiting for her, so she could avoid making idle conversation with Will if she saw him again on her way out. The girls chatted about Elaine's newfound fixation all the way back to their dorm room, and it wasn't until late that night that Elaine, undressing for bed, noticed that her panties were no longer in her back pocket... Sticky Wickets Ch. 02 Once Elaine acknowledged her attraction to her professor, the dreams stopped. On the one hand, she was grateful to be able to get more sleep every night. Unfortunately, it meant that thoughts of Will were ever-present. It had turned her into a raving sexual maniac, or at least that's how it felt. She had taken to carrying around her favorite sex toy in her backpack - it was really her old hairbrush, repurposed one curious night when she noticed that it had a soft, ribbed handle. She had masturbated in every girl's bathroom in between her dorm and the building where most of her classes were held, in the shower, and once in the deserted locker room after working out. But that was nothing compared to the concentration problems she had when she was alone with him in his office, as she frequently was. Each afternoon she walked down the hallway toward his office, she was filled with both elation at seeing him, and a terrible dread that her desire would finally slip past her lips. It was the one thing she couldn't ever tell him. Not only would a relationship with him have been very against the rules, it was preposterous to think he would have any interest in her. Even she knew that. He had to be almost ten years older than she, and what could they have in common? Sure, they had chatted amiably about many topics while she worked for him. His past and hers, her hopes and dreams, their love of the same bands, schoolwork and the subject he taught ad nauseum. How would she even bring up sex in casual conversation? "How was your weekend? Mine was great and, oh, by the way, I'd like to bang you." Surely not. She was beginning to feel desperate for his attention. She just wanted to know how he felt, if he felt anything. It was in this frame of mind that Elaine found herself, weeks after running into Will outside the bathroom, sitting once more in his class, in her favorite front row seat, off to one side of the classroom. He had just started to lecture, and already her mind was wandering. Absentmindedly, she drew one knee up to her chest, planting her foot on the chair, and doodled in her notebook. After a few minutes, she reached down to scratch her inner thigh and realized that her skirt was riding high on her thighs, and most likely was displaying her panties to the front of the room. The thought that Will might have seen them made her suddenly hot all over. Suddenly the lecture became much more interesting, and Elaine thought Will looked over in her direction a bit more than usual. Deciding to up the ante, she traced her fingers slowly over her inner thigh, circling nearer to the edge of her panties, but kept her attention on him as though what he was saying was fascinating. The next time he glanced in her direction, he stumbled over his speech and cleared his throat loudly. She pretended not to notice. For the first time all semester, Elaine felt that class had ended too quickly. In his office that afternoon, she filed stacks of papers. Every time she bent over to reach into the file box, she felt the hem of her skirt rise up above her upper thighs. She wondered if he could see the lace edging of her white satin panties. Her heart began to pound rapidly. She turned abruptly to get more papers and could have sworn she saw his eyes flick away from her quickly. Will finished grading his stack of papers, and stood to rest them on top of a stack of other sheets near where Elaine was sorting. He had to squeeze between her and the wall, and for a moment, his body was pressed almost completely up against hers, just a breath keeping them from touching. She felt the warmth radiating off his body and breathed in the scent of his body. A quick, violent shudder ran through her body, and Will lightly grasped her upper arms. "Hey, are you cold? I can turn the heat up if you are," he said. In a low voice she barely recognized as her own, she said, "I'm not cold." With her heart hammering away in her chest, she angled her hips back almost imperceptibly to rest against his groin. She felt his muscles tighten in surprise. When he didn't move away, she moved all the way back, letting the back of her head graze his chest. She let out a soft sigh. His hands tightened on her upper arms, and he turned her to face him. "Ellie, I think we should talk." He sounded very serious, and Elaine's brow furrowed slightly at the tone. It was not a good sign. She bit her lip and looked up at him. "About what?" "I think you know what it's about. This isn't going to happen." "What isn't?" she persisted. He frowned and leaned down to put his face closer to hers, speaking softly so that others in the hallway outside wouldn't hear. "You know what. Don't think I haven't noticed what you've been doing." "I don't know what you mean," she said softly, but with less conviction. "You know exactly what I mean. But I am your professor and you are my student, and even if I wanted to, this is not going to happen." "Do you want to?" she asked, even more softly. Will just let out a frustrated sound. Then he stilled, suddenly very aware that they were pressed close together, her breasts pressing into him as she breathed, a bit too quickly. Elaine could feel against her hipbone other parts of him had also just noticed. A flush crept up his neck to his face, and it seemed that he would walk away, but she grasped the front of his shirt with her hand, and felt time stop. For a long moment, they looked at each other. Then there was a knock on the door. "Shit," muttered Will under his breath, pushing away from Elaine to answer the door. She ignored the muted conversation in the doorway between Will and one of the other professors, looking down at her feet. When Will finally turned back around, he said, "I think you should go now." He went back to the desk, shuffling stacks of papers around. Without a word, Elaine walked to the door, her thoughts running a million miles per minute. She couldn't just let it go like this. Instead of walking through the door, she closed it quietly, and locked it, hearing the snick of the bolt as it slid into place. She turned to where he stood against the far wall and before he could react, pressed her lips softly to his. He grabbed her shoulders, perhaps intending to push her back, and she deepened the kiss, tracing his lips lightly with her tongue until they parted. She pressed her palms to his chest to steady herself, and felt his pulse speeding up to match hers. Gently her tongue traced just inside his lips, darting in to caress his tongue before drawing back. She went to pull back, but suddenly he was kissing her back, moving his lips against hers softly. He pulled away just as suddenly, and looked down at her with an inscrutable expression. She licked her bottom lip and said breathily, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to know if it would be as good as I thought it would." She turned to go, bending to grab her backpack. "Was it?" Still bent over, she turned to look over her shoulder at him, watched him drag his eyes away from her ass. She blinked once, slowly, looking at him underneath her long lashes. "Oh, yes." With a jolt, she felt herself yanked away from her backpack. Then she was the one pressed into the wall, and he was kissing her, kissing her as though his life depended on it. She pressed her palm tentatively into the front of his pants and felt his cock harden, straining against the fabric. Moisture flooded her panties and she let out a tiny whimpering noise. Will pulled back from the kiss and pushed her gently to his desk, bending her over it until her ass pushed out obscenely. Elaine heard a strangled noise escape his throat as he flipped her skirt up to expose her panties. He slipped a finger into her panties and let out a deep breath when he felt how wet she already was. Elaine felt her panties being pushed to one side and then after a brief pause, Will's cock sliding into her, inch by inch, slower than she thought possible. Her eyes glazed over and she heard a soft moan pass her lips. "Shhh," he said softly behind her, and started sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. His fingers grasped her hips firmly to hold her in place as she squirmed from the intense sensations of being fucked for the first time in several years. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her as she whimpered very softly. He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, and she shivered, feeling her pussy clamp down onto his cock. Then he stood back up straight and pushed her legs open a little wider, fucking her faster. He slid one hand around the front of her and slipped his fingers over her clit, rubbing in quick circles. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she came, gasping for air and trying desperately not to make any noise. She felt his pace increase further, making her shudder with pleasure. Then he tensed, and his cum shot into her, and she whispered his name, "Oh, Will." His knees started to buckle, and he eased around his desk to fall into his leather chair with a heavy breath, pulling her onto his lap. She rested her head on his chest and they both waited a moment to see if another knock would come on the door. Nothing. Then Elaine started to giggle. "Geez, I think my panties are soaked," she complained. "I probably have a spare shirt around here or something," Will mumbled, pulling open his desk drawers. Suddenly, Elaine saw some filmy, pink fabric balled up in the back corner of one drawer, and yanked it out. She unfolded the garment and looked up at Will with surprise – it was her missing panties. Will had the grace to look embarrassed, but Elaine just smiled and brushed her lips lightly over his cheek. "Well, I should probably get going. I got assigned all kinds of homework this afternoon," she said, grinning at him impishly. Settling her clothes back into place, she unlocked his door and opened it a crack. "See you in class...Professor." Sticky Wickets Ch. 03 The last few weeks of fall term were passing quickly, and Elaine was not surprised that Will avoided her as much as possible. He had sent her a brief email stating that he didn't have any more work for her that semester – which she knew was a lie – and asking if she would please wear pants in class from now on. She had laughed aloud at that, but didn't reply to the email. She also didn't stop wearing short skirts, mostly because she enjoyed the look of consternation on his face each day. Whenever she tried engaging him in conversation outside of class, he would always make up some place he needed to be. She needed a more direct method. So one day after class, she made a beeline for his car, and leaned up against it, waiting for him. She saw his face twist into a frown from across the parking lot, and she became suddenly nervous. After all this teasing, was he really pissed off at her? He must have seen it on her face because he stopped next to her and simply sighed. "Ellie, what are you doing here?" "We need to talk." "I don't think we have anything to talk about." "Oh, really? You don't think sticking your dick in me requires any kind of follow-up conversation?" Elaine retorted hotly. He flushed in embarrassment, and looked around, but there was no one to hear. "It was a mistake, and it won't happen again." "Won't it?" Will didn't answer. "I know you want to. A guy doesn't fuck a girl with that kind of...energy, unless he really wants to." "Jesus, Ellie. Just...get in the car before someone hears you." He unlocked the doors, and then got into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him. Elaine had just barely closed her door before he started driving, and she noted that he did in fact look pretty pissed. "Where are we going?" she asked in a quieter voice. "Hell, I don't know. I guess to my place, but don't get any ideas! We're just going to talk and this isn't a conversation I really want to have in public." As a matter of fact, Elaine did get ideas, of course, but she wisely kept them to herself. In only a few short minutes, Will pulled into the driveway of a small, non-descript home in a nearby neighborhood. He preceded her up the steps and inside the house, where it was dark, but cozily warm after the crisp autumn air outside. "Make yourself at home," he said, instantly regretting the words. "Would you like something to drink?" "No, thank you," Elaine replied softly, and perched on the edge of the sofa. She looked around and saw that the house had been furnished with blond wood and walls painted a very light blue. There weren't many knick-knacks, but there were dozens – perhaps hundreds – of books, and a smattering of art prints, movie posters, and framed photographs on the walls. Will glanced around the room, and reluctantly lowered himself onto the sofa beside her. "I thought I made it clear, Ellie, that we can not have a relationship." "I don't want a relationship. I just want to have sex with you," she replied, and the bald honesty of her statement almost made him smile. "I believe that would still be referred to as a sexual relationship. It's against the rules. I could get fired. You're in my class, and if it was found out, they could throw out all the grades I ever gave you and make you retake those classes." "How would anyone ever find out?" "That's not the point." "No, that's exactly the point! Nothing bad can happen if no one finds out." When Will was silent, Elaine went on, quieter, "Is there someone else?" "What? No!" he said, confused. "I mean, there probably should be. At my age, there should be someone for me besides someone half my age." "Stop exaggerating. Then it must be because you didn't like it," she said, gazing at him from underneath lowered lashes. He sighed at the sight of her looking so vulnerable, even if it was an act. "Honestly...I haven't cum so hard in years," he finally said, oddly pleased to see her blush at his words. "Then why don't you want me?" "I told you, it's inappropriate." "That's not a good enough reason." "Well, that's my final word on it." Elaine couldn't think of a good response, so she just stood and leaned over him. "You're going to tell me that if I offered to suck your dick right now, you'd say no?" Will's eyes widened a little, and he swallowed hard. She narrowed her eyes at him, and slowly unbuttoned her top, then opened it, exposing her red lacy bra. "Ellie, I don't think..." "Hush," she interrupted him. "You're going to tell me that if I stripped naked right here in your living room, you'd be able to control yourself?" She unzipped her skirt and slid it, very slowly, down her legs, tugging off her socks and shoes, too. "You brought me here. To your house. I know you want me. I know that even if you could get me to put my clothes back on and leave, you would go straight into your bathroom and jack off thinking about fucking me." Will's mouth hung open a little bit as he looked at her, standing before him in her bra and a tiny pair of matching panties. His cock had become uncomfortably hard rather fast, and his hand absently strayed to his zipper. Elaine noticed the movement, and smiled at him mockingly. She felt feverishly hot, goosebumps prickling over her bared skin. "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine," she said in a soft sing-songy voice. "What, cat got your tongue?" she asked, giggling a little, even though it wasn't funny. "Oh, honestly!" Seeing Will still basically frozen in place, she grabbed hold of his zipper herself and pulled it down. She saw his cock straining against his boxer briefs and, noting that Will was inexplicably neither going to help or hamper her, pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles and got her first real look at his cock. It was smooth, straight, and generously sized, with a small patch of light-brown hair curling around the base. She grinned despite herself, and then pulled back. "Okay, that's yours. Here's mine," and she unhooked her bra, pulling it away from her breasts and dropping it on the rest of her clothes. Then she slipped her panties down, revealing her own closely trimmed hair. "Nice," Will croaked out, his first word in several minutes. With a wry smile, Elaine dropped to her knees between his legs and grasped his cock firmly in one hand. Then she leaned over and flicked her eyes up to his face as she lowered her mouth onto the tip of his cock. She ran his tongue around the head once, feeling him shudder under her. Then she pulled back and said, "I guess you're right. This is inappropriate. Would you like me to stop?" "N-n-no, no. Don't stop," he breathed out. "Okay, but you can't say I didn't ask," she said. She licked her way from the base of his cock to the tip, and sucked the whole thing into her mouth, pressing the head against the back of her throat. "Mmm." She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, letting the moisture from her tongue get it completely wet. When she glanced up, she saw that he had thrown his head back and had his eyes closed. Pulling her mouth of him with a soft pop, she stroked his cock with one hand and leaned in to lick his balls gently. She sucked one into her mouth and rolled it around for a moment, getting rewarded with a low moan from Will. Then she pulled back entirely and straddled him on the couch, pressing her wet pussy up against his cock and kissing him full on the mouth. Their tongues tangled together, and Elaine felt hands on her back, stroking down over her ass. Will pulled her in close, rubbing himself against her pussy and she whimpered into his mouth as she felt it brush over her clit. He kissed along her jaw and down the side of her neck, pausing to nip her earlobe. "All right, you little minx. You win," he said under his breath. "What do I win?" Will grasped her hips tighter, pulled her up over him, and slid his cock all the way into her. She moaned as she felt his cock filling her pussy. He leaned down and captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking. She felt a bolt of pleasure run through her and she gasped aloud. Will switched back and forth between her nipples as she bounced on his cock. Then he suddenly bit down on one and she cried out, her back arching. "Touch yourself," he growled into her ear. "I want to feel you cum." His words alone made her shudder, and she pressed one hand between them, sliding her fingers over her slippery clit. Just this one touch intensified everything she was feeling. Then his fingers were on her nipples, pinching gently, and he was biting down lightly on the side of her neck. She felt the pleasure swelling inside her, and moaned out, "Fuck, Will, I'm cumming." Without giving her a chance to recover, Will spilled them both onto the hardwood floor. Elaine banged her head on the wood, but didn't feel any pain. All she felt was Will's hard cock slamming into her pussy, Will's fingers digging into her thighs and pushing them apart, Will's lips and tongue plundering her mouth, Will's pubic bone bumping into her clit and causing her to shake as she exploded again, drenching his cock in her hot juices and screaming wordlessly in pleasure. Will grunted in response, trying to hold back his own orgasm as she pulsated around him, but it was no use. One more stroke, two, and he was spilling his seed into her, crying out her name. Then he slumped over her, feeling their mingled sweat between their bodies, and stroking her hair. "Okay, that was...well, wow. But yeah, we can't do that again," he said, his voice still somewhat hoarse. "Bullshit," came the response, followed by soft laughter. He could only grin. Sticky Wickets Ch. 04 It had been three weeks since Elaine had last seen Will, but it was no good. He was still all she could think about. During their winter break, she had gone to visit her grandparents in Florida. She'd spent most of her time with her family, true, but still. Florida. Nice weather, even in December. Once or twice during her trip she'd had the opportunity to hit the beach, scoped out some pretty cute guys, but in the back of her mind, there he remained: her professor, Dr. Will Barrett. He kept saying they couldn't be together, that it was "wrong." But personally, Ellie couldn't see much of a difference between fantasizing about a student and fucking one. Either you were the type to let it impact your grading, or you weren't. She didn't think the completion of the act did much to change anything. It sure hadn't seemed to change Will much. He was still antsy and uptight when he saw her, which had only been once or twice since the afternoon he'd taken her to his house. It was almost cute how insistent he was being that they not see each other outside of class - that way, anyway. He'd seemed perfectly willing to torture himself by agreeing to meet her for coffee and awkward conversation. And, similarly, she participated in the torture by continuing to wear short skirts and make suggestive comments when no one else could hear her. It hadn't just teased him, either. She'd gone home from every class or meeting with him all hot and bothered. Nor had the trip to Florida really done much to banish the thought of Will from her mind. His scent, his taste, the feel of him inside her, it was all too much. She needed to see him again. Elaine picked up her cell phone and checked it. Ten-thirty at night. If she called, he probably wouldn't pick up. Besides, what would be the point in calling? He would just tell her not to come over. But if she just went ahead over there, what could he do? She dressed quickly, in a pair of black leggings under a long-sleeved sweater dress that came down just over her hips, and went out into the living room. She was just opening the front door to go outside when Thandie came in with her boyfriend, Mike. Elaine loved Thandie and liked Mike, but she wasn't sorry to be going out instead of staying in and listening to them have sex in the next room. "Where you going, roomie? It's late!" said Thandie. "Yeah, I know, but I, um, I..." "Ohhhh, I see," Thandie said knowingly. "Booty call." "Come off it," Elaine said with a frown. "I just want to take a bike ride. I've been sitting inside all day." She hadn't told Thandie about her encounters with Will, but somehow Thandie knew she was getting some anyway. "Uh-huh," Thandie murmured, clearly not convinced. "You want a ride on something, anyway. But just watch out, it's supposed to rain." Elaine ducked out the door and unchained her bike out front. It was an unseasonably warm night for January, with just a ghost of chill in the air. She pedaled quickly, hoping to get to Will's house before it got too much later. Through the neighborhood adjacent to the university she rode, but when she pulled up to his house, she got a surprise. There were two cars in his driveway. She wheeled her bike over between a couple of trees, and crept over to his front window to peek inside. Will was there, looking adorable in corduroy pants and a dark blue sweater, and sitting beside him on the couch - with her hand resting familiarly on his leg - was a woman Elaine had never seen before. She was very pretty in her red sequined dress, and she was laughing at something Will had said, and then leaning in... Elaine groaned softly, her head falling forward with a thump into the window. She ducked down, panicking a little that she had been seen, but when no one came out she just sat down against the bush and sighed. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek on them. What was she supposed to do now? At that moment, she felt the first drops of rain falling onto her upturned cheek. She just sighed again, letting the rain dampen her hair and shoulders. Maybe it was stupid, but she just didn't feel like she could leave now. She needed to know if this woman was going to stay the night. It wasn't her business, she knew it, but for some reason she needed to know. For a long time Elaine sat in front of Will's house, knees drawn up and getting ever wetter from the rain dripping down on her head and shoulders. She didn't know how long she'd been there, but at last she heard the door open somewhere to her right. Sitting perfectly still, not wanting to draw attention to herself, she heard Will talking softly with the other woman. "So I hope you understand," he was saying. "Of course I do," she replied softly. "Just give me a call later this week, okay?" "Mm-hmm." Elaine heard footsteps scraping on the driveway, and then a car starting and driving off. She sighed softly in relief, thinking that in a few minutes Will would probably be going to bed and she could sneak off unnoticed. But she didn't hear the door close. "Ellie, why don't you come in?" Elaine didn't move a muscle. "I know you're there; I saw you, and I think you should come inside." At last she stood, giving her head a little shake to disperse some of the water, and walked gloomily over to his porch. She felt a little embarrassed, and even a little ashamed of herself. What was she doing there? Will touched his fingertips to her shoulder and moved to take her into his arms. "No, don't," she protested. "I'll get you all wet." "Oh, Ellie." He looked at her and gave her a sympathetic frown. "It's just a little water." He wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace, and she felt the sudden urge to cry. She hadn't thought missing him had been any more than just her hormones, but it occurred to her that maybe she'd been lonely without him. He was more than just someone to tease. He was her friend. "Now come on inside," he said, releasing her and holding the door open for her. It was warmer inside, and yet she started to shiver quite violently as soon as Will had closed the front door. He put a finger under her chin and studied her face closely. "You're looking pretty pale. I think we need to get you out of those clothes and into something dry." "I'm f-f-f-fine," she stuttered, her teeth starting to chatter. "Come on," he said in a no-nonsense tone, pushing her ahead of him down his hallway and steering her into his bathroom. He slid back the shower door and turned on the water. That settled that, she supposed. She was taking a shower. Elaine gave him a tiny smile and then looked away and began to pull off her sweater dress. Glancing at her a bit uncomfortably Will turned to leave the bathroom. "I'll just, uh, find you something else to wear." "You, um...you don't have to go. You've seen me naked before." "Well, well, um," he stammered, "I haven't...exactly...completely...Not - not like this." "Do you want to?" she asked softly, peeling her wet leggings off and dropping them onto the floor beside her dress. The steam from the shower clouded around her as she watched Will. Even with his back turned, she could see him struggle with his thoughts. At last he turned around, and Elaine unhooked her bra, dropping it away from her body. Will's eyes widened slightly and he swallowed nervously. She slid her panties down and kicked them away from her, keeping her eyes down on the floor. After a moment, she raised them to Will's face, and the expression she saw there dispelled any doubts she might have had about the way she looked or whether he wanted her. The way he looked at her left no doubt in her mind. He still desired her; he was hungry for her. After a long moment, he blew out a breath and cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice sounded a bit hoarse. "You'd better get into the shower before the water gets cold." Elaine stepped back while he gathered her wet clothes from the floor. She turned away from him, knowing he was watching her backside as she climbed into the shower. "I'll just go put this stuff in the dryer." The water was hot, and the heat seeped into her bones. She wasn't sure what would happen, but at least it didn't seem like Will was angry with her for coming over uninvited. She slicked some of his conditioner through her wet hair and let it sit while she let the water run over her for a few minutes. She certainly wasn't cold anymore. Rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, she thought about what she might say to him, but nothing came to mind. She would just have to play it by ear. She turned off the water and slid open the shower door, reaching for a towel. The momentary chill raised goose bumps on her skin, but it was nothing compared to how she had felt outside. She dried off and squeezed the excess moisture from her hair before hanging the towel back up. Folded neatly on the sink were some clothes - not the ones she had arrived in, but a white ribbed tank top and a pair of soft cotton boxers. When she had dressed she stepped out into the hallway, grateful to find it pretty warm. Flickering lights were visible at the end of the hallway and she walked toward them. In the living room, she found Will sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. He'd lit a fire in the fireplace, but the living room lamps were still on. The curtains were drawn. Elaine walked around the front side of the couch and smiled down at Will, who had apparently changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt. "Going casual, I see," she joked. Will patted the couch beside him and she sat, drawing her legs up and crossing them. For a long moment, they didn't speak. Elaine just watched the fire and tried to quell her nerves. "You're not going to ask who she is?" he finally asked. "No. It's none of my business," she replied, trying not to sound sulky. "That's right, it's not." "I shouldn't even be here tonight." "No, you shouldn't...but you are. You must be curious." "I'm kind of surprised you care what I'm thinking." "Of course I care. Ellie, I've known you for over a year. You've been in my class every semester, which, when I think about it, makes sense," he said lightly. "You're more than just my student. You were before we ever...anything. I do care about you." "I care about you, too." She took a deep breath, blew it out. "I am curious...but I know I don't want to know who she is or what your relationship is with her. I know it'll probably sound ridiculous to you after what I've said about not wanting anything more from you, but I guess I'm kind of, well...kind of jealous." She studiously looked down at her hands, feeling the heat rush to her face when Will put his arm around her shoulders. "That's not ridiculous," he said softly. "I mean, even though I've said I don't think we should be together, I'd probably go crazy jealous if I saw you with another guy." Ellie nodded, still looking down into her lap. "Listen," he went on, "it's getting pretty late and I have to admit I exhausted. It's been a long day." "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't think about how late it must have gotten. If my clothes are dry, I'll just head on home." "No, no, I didn't mean that. It's too late for you to ride home, anyway. You can stay here." "Oh, um, all right," she said, stifling a yawn at the thought of sleep and leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Your couch is actually more comfy than the beds in the dorm rooms, you know that?" "Ellie, you don't have to sleep out here. I thought you might stay with me. In my bed." "Oh! Well...do you really think that's a good idea?" "Probably not," he admitted. "But it's a big bed. Plenty of room for both of us." Will stood up, pulling Elaine to her feet with him. "God, you look so cute in my clothes." He led the way back down the hall to his bedroom and turned back the covers. After Elaine made her way over to the bed and sat on the edge, he flipped off the lights and came to join her. "Come on," he said softly. "Under the covers with you." He turned them back and she slipped underneath the blankets with him, pulling them up to her chin. She lay there stiffly, jumping anxiously when Will touched her shoulder. "Hey, what's the matter? You seem uncomfortable." "It's nothing, it's just that, well...you know, it's you." "Hey, well just pretend it's not me. Pretend you're by yourself." "My imagination's not that good." "Okay, then pretend I'm just your boyfriend or something." Elaine turned to him, trying to indicate with her expression how ridiculous that idea was. "I don't think that will really help. Look, it's just that..." She sighed. "I've never slept in the same bed with a boyfriend, either, so..." "Really, never?" "Never. I never dated anyone with their own place. My mom was never really keen on me having any overnight guests, as you might imagine." "I keep forgetting how young you are," he said, but not like it made him happy. "Yeah, well, now you understand." "Didn't you ever imagine what it would be like to spend the night with a boyfriend?" "Not really. I was always too busy focusing on, you know, other things." "Hmm, I bet. Okay, just close your eyes and I'll help you out." Elaine closed her eyes, tried to relax a little, and then nodded in the dark. "Okay, they're closed." "All right. So just imagine one of your past boyfriends." "Ugh." "Oookay, then just someone attractive. Whenever I've had a girl spend the night in the past, it's usually because we've just... you know... and then pretty much it's just too late or she's too tired to leave." "Uh-huh, oh, that's a pretty image, thank you." "Oh, come on. I just want you to imagine you've, you know... and you're all relaxed, cuddling with the guy you've dreamed up. So just let your muscles relax, and feel yourself getting sleepy." "It's not working. You're not very good at this whole getting me to imagine stuff thing." "What am I doing wrong?" "You've got to be more specific," she said, smiling to herself in the dark. "Now I want you to tell me...if I was here with my boyfriend, what would we be doing to make us so tired?" There was a long pause. It seemed like Will was thinking about his response. "Well, um, he'd probably tell you that there's something he's wanted to do to you for a long time..." he replied. "Go on," Elaine said, encouragingly. "You know," Will said after hesitating for a moment, "I'm really not that good at this." "Then show me," she whispered. Again she heard nothing but silence for a long time, but at last she felt his fingertips sliding just beneath the waistband of the boxers she wore. He gripped the waistband gently and tugged the boxers down her legs. She felt him shifting around beside her until he knelt between her legs, and the thought of what he was about to do made her even wetter than she already had been from the conversation they'd been having. Then his tongue was on her, gliding slowly up and down, and she didn't have any more thoughts. She reached above her head and grasped the headboard to steady herself. "Fuck, that's good," she whispered. Will's tongue was moving in steady circles now as he traced her opening with the tip of his forefinger. She moaned softly as he slid first one finger, and then two into her. Feeling herself tighten around him, she knew she wasn't going to last long. Weeks of deprivation and teasing had done its work. She dropped one hand down to his head, twining her fingers in his short hair. He rubbed his tongue against her more urgently still and she felt her legs trembling as she started to come. In the dark, sparks popped against her closed eyelids as her toes curled. "Yes, yes, yes," she was chanting quietly as the aftershocks made her shiver. "Feeling tired yet?" came the voice from between her legs. "Not enough to sleep..." Will crawled back up over her, still kneeling between her legs but working his cock out of his pajama pants. "Good, because there's no way I can sleep without having you first." Without waiting for her response, he ran his hands over her hips and under her to squeeze her ass. He lifted her off the bed a few inches and plunged into her. She cried out and he leaned over to kiss her as he took her. Opening her eyes again in the dark, she saw him above her and felt herself blush. It was such an oddly intimate position. Somehow having him ram into her from behind or riding him just didn't feel as personal, but this did. Despite the twinge of discomfort at their closeness, she wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled him in deeper. He groaned in pleasure and she smiled. It felt good to know she could please him so much. She held him close to her and dug her short nails into his shoulder blades as he started thrusting faster and hitting her in just the right spot. "Oh God, yes," she moaned. Will just kept rocking against her, and she felt another orgasm building. "Can you come again, Ellie?" "You couldn't stop me," she panted beneath him. She opened her mouth to speak again, but her breath was stolen by the kiss Will planted on her. His tongue tangled with hers and she whimpered into his mouth. She pulled him in even tighter with her legs, almost wishing they could get closer although it didn't seem physically possible. Will pulled his mouth away from hers reluctantly and kissed a hot, wet line down her neck. "I'm so close," he moaned in her ear. Elaine couldn't seem to speak. She was teetering on the edge of her own explosion and all she could do was turn her head to the side and bite down on Will's earlobe. He groaned in response, slamming his hips against her one more time and emptying himself into her. The feel of his come deep inside her triggered her own orgasm and she cried out into the sudden ringing silence. ----- Soft rays of sunlight woke Elaine, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. No doubt Thandie had texted her a dozen times last night when she hadn't returned, and she supposed there was no way she could deny she'd been at someone's house at this point. It would probably be the last time it would happen, though. Before they had finally dropped off to sleep the night before, Elaine and Will had had a brief whispered conversation about their relationship. It should end; they both agreed now. There was too much at stake, and they both needed to move on. Elaine wasn't very happy about it, but she respected her professor too much to insist. That is, after she left his house today. Taking stock of her position on his bed, she tried to move and realized she was locked tightly in his arms as he curled around her backside. All the motion did was to awaken his cock, which rapidly hardened against her. They were both naked still, and it took only a little maneuvering before the tip of his cock was pressing against her wet sex. She didn't quite have the right angle to push him completely inside, but it didn't matter. A moment later and Will had moved his hand from the bed in front of her to her thigh, gripping it so hard she feared it would leave bruises and lifting it up to give himself a better position to fuck her in. It was nothing like last night. There was nothing soft, nothing slow, nothing remotely emotional or intimate about what they were doing except for the physical joining. There was only raw need as he pumped into her from behind. She heard his harsh breathing in her ear, felt the rough squeezing of her breast in his right hand. Before she had even got her own breath, he was pushing her onto her knees and pulling her hips far into the air. Her head dropped down into the pillow and it swallowed her scream as he plunged deeply into her. The sound of him slapping against her filled the air and the moment she wiggled her hand between her legs to caress herself she exploded, her hips jerking against his grip wildly. Will threw his head back and kept fucking her as hard as he could for another minute. Elaine slid her damp fingers back through her legs and found his sack, giving it firm squeezes in time with Will's thrusts. All too soon he had found his release and Elaine felt his come shooting into her, perhaps for the last time. Sticky Wickets Ch. 04 She blinked rapidly, trying to catch her breath. She had only been awake for about seven minutes and she already wanted a nap. But she didn't want to impose on Will's kindness any longer than she needed to. She'd get up, dress, and ride back to her dorm and from then on their relationship would be strictly professional. Strictly. Probably.