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Professor Tom Ch. 01

By: Yourstohave



Tom Smith came to attention the third time the student cleared his throat. Kevin had been trying to get the professor's attention for a few minutes, but the professor had been lost deep in thought. 

He had been a professor in the paralegal program for six years. As he liked to tell people, he was a civil litigation attorney by day and a professor at night. His day job paid the bills, but teaching was his passion. 

He loved the rush he got from teaching. He enjoyed seeing the light "switch on", so to speak. It made it all worthwhile when a student finally grasped a difficult concept or finally understood what he was trying to teach them. 

Kevin whispered, "Mr. Smith? Excuse me, Mr. Smith, can I go now? I'm done with my final."

He looked up and said, "Sorry Kevin. Yes, that's it, we're done. I'll send your final grade via email within two weeks."

"Thanks professor. I'll see you around." 

He glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 7:40 p.m. Class normally got out at 9:30, but it seemed as if he would be done by 8:30 tonight. There were only a few students left taking the final. He looked around, but stopped when his glance landed on Suzy. 

Suzy was a bright, articulate and motivated student. He remembered when she first walked in to his Introduction to Paralegal Studies class in the spring. He mistakenly thought she was another dumb co-ed who's goal in life was to, "Like, uumm, like go to law school one day" as they all liked to say. 

God almighty if he heard that one more time he would puke. It seemed as if all these girls thought going to law school was like getting their hair done. He occasionally got a bright student, which made teaching worthwhile, and made putting up with the dumb ones tolerable. 

He'd thought she was just an airhead when he first laid eyes on her because she looked like a lingerie model. She was tall, at least a couple of inches taller than him. Had long straight light brown hair that skimmed the top of her ass. She always dressed meticulously, and he couldn't remember her ever not looking gorgeous. 

He was 37 and figured she was the same age he was. He'd learned they both had completed undergraduate degrees at the same university, just a couple of years apart.

Tom was a happily married man. It was actually a true statement and not just a line he repeated in an attempt to keep lascivious thoughts at bay. 

"I'm a happily married man. I'm a happily married man.", was his mantra. 

It had worked well enough all these years, because it was true. He loved his wife and was blessed with having married a gorgeous woman who still was a knockout even after having two children. He enjoyed being married and had never strayed. The thought had never really crossed his mind. 

It had been easy enough to temper his mind the first time around. She had taken his Introductory class in the spring, but then signed up for his summer Contracts class. 

He had actually felt relief when the introductory class had ended. He was glad he would no longer have to see her on a weekly basis. 

When the class had ended the thought to himself, "That's the end of that. No more temptation island!" 

When he walked into his summer Contracts class his heart almost stopped when he saw her sitting in the first row, looking up brightly at him. 

"Hi Professor Tom" she'd quipped. 

No one else called him "professor". He always told his students he was their "instructor" and informed them they should address him as Tom or Mr. Smith, if they insisted. She continued to call him professor even though he attempted to correct her a few times. He gave up when she ignored his third correction. He actually enjoyed hearing her say "Professor Tom". 

At first he tried not to think of Suzy in that manner, as a "piece of ass" to be blunt, but he found it was ridiculous to pretend she wasn't gorgeous. Her long luscious legs, her firm round heavy breasts, and her round full ass were always a welcome sight. 

In all his years teaching he had never thought of any of his female students as...... well, as women. To him it seemed as if all his female students were flighty creatures who one day woke up and decided they might give the legal world a whirl. To be sure there had been a few knockouts in years past, but nothing that he lost sleep over. 

He blushed when he realized he was staring at her. Luckily she was engrossed in her final and didn't notice. He was relieved he was sitting at his desk. He would have failed miserably at hiding the erection that was quickly forming. 

Quite frankly he couldn't believe the thoughts he'd had about her recently. He never knew he had it in him. He had always thought of himself as a good man who respected women. Well, that hadn't changed, but God almighty he couldn't help wishing he could grab her ass and fondle her breasts. He blushed once again and quickly looked down at the pile of tests in front of him. 

"What in God's name am I thinking?"

He began reading Kevin's answers on the final. He was relieved to find that his erection immediately began to temper. He was glad he wasn't a hormonal teen, but a grown man who could control his body. At least that's what he told himself. 

"Well, Kevin will be doing very well on the final." After a few minutes he glanced up. Suzy was chewing on her pencil looking intently at him. She grinned at him when she realized he was looking at her. She brought her eyes down at her paper and continued scribbling away.

He had been pleasantly surprised she turned out to be such a dedicated and talented student. She took initiative and was never afraid to ask questions or to argue her point of view. She also had a wicked sense of humor. 

He smiled when he thought of the latest email she'd sent him. She would send him long goofy emails on a weekly basis. The first time he got one he almost pissed his pants he laughed so hard. They were a breath of fresh air from the stodgy formal legal crap he read all day long. 

She would talk about her hair, her makeup and her shoes. The girl loved shoes. Her emails were like pinballs, quickly shooting from one point to the next. He didn't know why, but she'd latched on to him. She had been emailing him for a few months. She loved teasing him about being an attorney, and about looking like "Johnny Depp" as she loved to point out. 

He didn't mind getting her emails, but lately they had taken on an edge. At least he thought they had. He wasn't quite sure. A few weeks ago she had asked him if he wanted to have lunch. He told her that he had to pass up on the offer as he didn't want even a hint of impropriety to arise. He took the student/professor relationship very seriously.

The following week during class he noticed she wouldn't even look him in the eye. She was unusually quiet and didn't stay to chat with him after class. 

Two weeks later he realized he hadn't heard a word from her. He called her to ask her what was wrong. He was able to get her to admit she had been hurt when her offer of "friendship", as she called it, had been rejected. She told him she wasn't a "ho" who was after him and had only wanted to eat lunch with him. He told her he would never use that kind of language to describe a woman and apologized for the "rejection". He told her that he would be happy to have lunch with her as soon as the Contracts class had ended.

They had worked out the misunderstanding and she quickly resumed sending him emails once again. 

He noticed Suzy got up from her desk. She walked to his desk, placed her final face down on the desk, smiled and quickly turned around and left the room. He found it strange she hadn't even said goodbye. 

He turned the exam over and noticed the yellow post-it note on the cover page. It said:

"If you are interested, just ask me."

He blushed furiously. He was confused. He didn't know what to think. 

He thought back to the message she had left on the final exam for the first class she had taken with him. On that final she had written, "For a good time call (XXX) NOT-EVEN." He had actually roared with laughter when read her note. This latest message left him puzzled. 

Professor Tom Ch. 02



Tom Smith was relieved when the last student finally handed in their final. He gathered his belongings and quickly looked around the room to make sure he had gotten everything. The last day of class was actually a bittersweet day for him. He knew he wouldn't miss the late nights grading student papers, or the nights where he was just bone tired and felt as if he wouldn't make it through his entire lecture. He would however, miss the students. They kept him going and their energy made it all worthwhile. He sighed and flicked off the lights and walked out the door into the cool night air. 

It was late at night and he heard crickets chirping in the background. It was dark with only the moonlight to guide his path. He'd always thought the university campus could use a little more lighting. It was still and quiet and he could hear the crunching of the leaves underneath his footsteps. He breathed in deeply and could smell the decay of the leaves, the wet earth and the freshly trimmed eucalyptus trees. 

He began humming quietly. His car was parked quite a bit away from his classroom. He purposefully parked as far as he could. There were two benefits to doing so. It gave him a chance to exercise and to have peace and quiet in which he could think. He didn't often have quiet time. "Quiet time" was very difficult to find when you were busy raising two inquisitive rowdy children. Having a wife who was at home all day with two young inquisitive rowdy children, who waited for you so that she could finally have adult conversation, made it that much more impossible. 

The college campus was huge. The rolling green hills, the beautiful forest, the small creeks and ponds that dotted the campus all reminded him of home, the place where he had been born. 

Tom had been born in Spain. He grew up in a small town that was surrounded by beautiful forests. His father and mother owned one of the few restaurants in their small town. He fondly remembered playing in the forests with his cousins, running after rabbits, picking wild strawberries. His childhood was idyllic and peaceful, as could only be gained in a small town that only had one street signal.

The year he turned 13, for reasons unknown, his father decided it was time to move the family. Growing up he was never able to understand why his father would one day decide to uproot the entire family from a small town in Spain to Miami, Florida. Miami Beach of all places. 

You can imagine, it wouldn't be hard to do, what the teenage years were like for a young boy from a small town in Spain, who landed in Miami Beach, Florida. You would be right. They weren't pretty. 

He stuck out like a sore thumb. He was just different. He was fair skinned, well, to be accurate he was actually very pale, with dark eyes and straight black hair, in a world full of coppery, caramel colored skin, with tight kinky curls. He had an accent that was noticeably different, even in a land with so many other accents as was Miami Beach, Florida. 

He had no siblings, no extended family, no one to help him navigate the world in which he was thrust. Enough to say it was horrid and tough. It's no small wonder that he was able to survive into adulthood and actually thrive no less.

It wasn't until he was an adult, a husband and a parent that he finally was able to understand, well, to get just a glimpse of perhaps why his father had made such a drastic decision. 

Tom could imagine, but not forgive, that perhaps his father may have felt stifled in such a small town, with such a peaceful and idyllic life. We must remember that perhaps an idyllic life isn't all it's cracked up to be. He could imagine that perhaps his father hit middle age and thought to himself, "WHAT?! THIS IS IT?! THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS?!" 

Who knows, but perhaps his father thought that by moving to such a different world it would help. Unfortunately, it didn't. Once they landed in their new, but spectacularly foreign home, it didn't take but a year for his parents to divorce. His father returned to Spain shortly thereafter, but he and his mother stayed behind. 

He convinced his mother that it would be unfair to once again uproot him when he had just started to fit in. He asked that she remain until he finished high school, and then he said, she could go back to Spain and he would go off to university. His mother never left even when he traveled cross country to attend university. 

Tom knew in his heart that he would one day return to Spain. He just never counted on marrying, and having children while in the United States. It seemed as if each day it was getting harder and harder to ever return. 

Upon graduating from high school, when he was forced to choose what he would do for the rest of his life, he picked cinema. That's what you do when you are forced to pick what you're going to do for the rest of your life when you're only 17. He chose to go to university across country, as far away from the foreign world in which he had been forced to land, also known as Miami Beach. He attended a well known film school in Southern California. 

When he was done, he decided to go to law school. Yes, an unlikely transition, but it made sense to him. After all, did you really know what you wanted to do with the rest of your life when you were only 17? I didn't think so. 

He loved the law. Well, he loved it to the extent he could teach it. He often said he didn't want to spend his entire life arguing with people for a living. After 12 year of a successful law practice, he was finally close to paying off the huge student loans he had acquired school. When that was paid off, he would devote the rest of his life to teaching. At least that's what he planned on doing. 

He met his wife right before he finished law school. Tom was an avid tennis player. It was his second passion in life, teaching being the first. As a way to earn a living during law school, he coached tennis at the local tennis club. It allowed him to combine his two passions in life, teaching and tennis. It was there that he met his wife. 

He remembered the first day he saw her. He was at the club, sitting on a bench resting after having finished playing a great game of tennis against his best friend, John. He turned to call out after John, who was going to get them drinks in the restaurant, when he saw her. 

She was sitting quietly by herself at a table in the restaurant, next to the courts. His jaw literally dropped and he was immediately thunderstruck. She was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a little white tennis skirt, white sleeveless tank, and her silky blond hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. It seemed as if she had just finished playing a game herself, as her hair was still a bit damp, and she positively glowed. She had the most gorgeous green eyes he had ever seen.

He immediately got up to go talk to her, but by the time he left the courts, she had turned and walked out of the restaurant. He hesitated, was unsure if he would look like an idiot running out after her. Those few moments cost him a year, as when he finally made the decision to run out after her, she was long gone. 

It took him over a year to run into her once again. Every time he would go to the tennis club he would silently pray that she would be there. He even asked about her, but it was hard when all you could say is, "she's a gorgeous blond wearing a white tennis skirt". All the women in the club pretty much looked like that. Weeks turned into months and he had almost given up hope when, once again, he saw her sitting at the same table he had first seen her so many months ago. 

He didn't hesitate and immediately ran over to her to talk to her. After that first initial meeting he knew she was the one. She had been the first one to finally understand his quirky sense of humor. He made her roar with laughter the entire 4 hours they sat at the table talking. Both John, and her friend Gladys, were pointedly ignored and left the club after an hour of waiting for them to finish talking. 

They were inseparable and married just a few months later. He was never happier and still smiled every time he thought of his wife. Fast forward 8 years and they were both now the proud parents of a 5 year old son, and an 18 month old baby boy. 

As I mentioned before, as an adult Tom was now finally able to see a glimpse (albeit just a small one) of perhaps why his father made such a drastic decision so many years ago. He himself sometimes felt stifled, unsteady, and unsure. He sometimes wondered what exactly he was supposed to be doing with his life and if this was as good as it was going to get. Mind you, not enough to do something crazy like uproot his entire family to Quintana Roo, but just enough to Google where exactly Quintana Roo was located. 

When he and his wife first decided to have children, they both agreed his wife would stay at home and raise their children. They both felt it was important they raise their own children, and not have a nanny or daycare do it. It was a great sacrifice they were both very willing and glad to make. 

Although he was a very well paid attorney, living on one salary in Southern California is challenging. Yes, they lived in a beautiful home in the hills, had nice cars and took quiet vacations, but didn't live a glamorous life as one might imagine a well paid attorney might live. However, he and his wife never second guessed, never doubted their decision. Unfortunately, no one ever tells you about the sordid details that come along for the ride with the major decisions that you make about your life. 

To be sure, it was difficult for him. He put in tremendous hours at work, as would be expected of an associate trying to make partner at a law firm. He enjoyed what he did and it gave him purpose. However, 12 hour days with people coming at you from all sides, the constant questions, the constant calls, the constant demands, and needs can take a toll. 

Teaching gave him peace, but even that added more to his load. Students were quite needy at times and also constantly peppered him with their own questions, thoughts and demands. 

Tom managed to keep up with the pace and demands with grace and aplomb for a few years. What he didn't count on was what would actually happen once the beautiful children he and his wife had dreamt of actually came into the picture. 

Children provide us with love, humor, meaning and spirit. They also come with projectile vomiting, poopy diapers, exhausting sleepless nights and constant inquisitive questions about life. Keeping up is challenging and well worth it, but exhausting to be sure. 

He had to hand it to his wife. She did it all with nobility, love, and no complaints. She kept their home immaculate, raised their children to be strong and self sufficient, and was a loving companion. His wife wasn't one of "those women" who once married, became hags who ran around in their pajamas all day. 

His wife took great care and pride in keeping up with the latest fashion and trends. He could find no fault. He loved the fact that she cared enough about him to always look her best. 

However, it was difficult for him to be the only source of adult companionship in his wife's life. As soon as he came home, his wife would breathe a sigh of relief and immediately pepper him with questions and needs. He was her only relief from a long day with the children. She expected him to be an active and caring participant in their children's lives. Every night and weekend, he took active part in baths, dinner, and homework, even though he felt he should be allowed to rest from the bone tiring days he had at work. 

He never doubted that his wife's job was harder than his, but he would still have to fight the urge to quiet the voice that would want to scream out, "What do you mean you had a TOUGH DAY?! I WORK ALL DAY and you just stay home all day with the kids..." 

He knew it was unfair to think that way, but it was still difficult to quiet that little voice in his head. He figured he was a stronger man than his father had been, and that is what kept him from jetting off to Quintana Roo. He and his wife would have dinner, take care of their children, put them to bed and then go to bed themselves. 

Not having extended family around made it hard for them to have time for themselves. They had recently gone on their first vacation alone, without the children, since their honeymoon. After all the sacrifice he and his wife were making by having her stay at home with the kids, they didn't want to use any old random person as a babysitter. They were very selective and it made it that much more difficult for the both of them to have quiet time alone. 

Don't get me wrong. Tom's life was good, stable, quiet and peaceful. My goodness, you might even be able to say it was idyllic to be sure. But remember what I said about an idyllic life, it isn't necessarily all it's cracked up to be.



Professor Tom Ch. 03



Tom Smith was startled when he heard a young voice say, "You really didn't think I would leave without saying goodbye, did you?"

He almost tripped when he spun around to see where the voice was coming from. He had just about opened his car door when the voice startled him. He saw Suzy walking towards him. 

He smiled and said, "My, you startled me! What are you doing out here? Do you park your car out in this lot too?"

"Are you kidding me? I don't think you can park any farther away from class if you tried, professor." 

He laughed. "I enjoy the long walk out to my car. It gives me a few minutes of solitude and reflection. So, if you don't park your car out here, what are you doing here?"

"Like I said professor, I'm here to say goodbye."

He chuckled softly. "Oh Suzy, quit being dramatic. You know darn well I'm not going to stop talking to you just because you're no longer in my class. I was actually planning on calling in a few days so we can go out to lunch just like I promised we would."

She laughed and said, "To tell you the truth, for some reason I just didn't think you would call, so I thought I would thank you while I could."

He said nothing, and continued to stare at her. 

She nervously stammered, "I really do appreciate all that you've done for me. That was a great letter of recommendation that you gave me. I also thank you for all of the advice you've given me professor."

He smiled and said, "All in a days work. That's what I'm supposed to do." 

They awkwardly stood looking at each other, a breeze in the quiet night air made her shiver. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but see how beautiful she was. She was curvy and soft in all the right places. She was wearing a dress that hugged her big breasts and small waist. 

Her hips and ass were oh so appealing. It made him want to put his hands on her ass and bring her up tight to his groin. He could imagine her long legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her ass tightly, her slowly bucking and rubbing up against him. 

Oh and the gorgeous sweet face that topped it all off made him weak. Her big brown doe eyes would soften any man's heart. He would often catch himself just staring at her full pink luscious lips when she would talk. 

God, she made him feel so weak. Well, it made him weak in the knees, but hard in other areas. 

He nervously cleared his throat and said, "Well, thanks for your kind words. I really should be going now. I'll see you around."

He fumbled with his keys and briefcase as he tried to open the car door. He had to get into his car before he had to resort to placing his briefcase in front of his groin, just like some horny teenager with his notebook. 

His hands shook and he dropped his keys. He swore under his breath, "I swear...I still have to go back to the office..."

Suzy said, "Did you say you're going back to your office? Why are you going back? Cant it wait until tomorrow professor?"

"Oh....never mind. It's really nothing important. I just forgot some material I need to review before tomorrow's court hearing."

"Do you need help? You know I would love to help you out on anything that has to do with court. I need all the experience I can get."

She would often pepper him with questions about everything that had to do with the law. She had no experience working in a law firm so she constantly asked him about everything he did, and why, and where and when. She tried to get as much information out of him as she could. 

She was like a dry sponge that was dropped into a bucket of cool water. She just thrived on absorbing all the information she could get her hands on.

"No, no Suzy. I'm quite alright on my own. However, I do thank you for the offer...."

He could see the flicker of hurt come across her face.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I guess that was silly of me to offer. You really wouldn't need help from me, would you?"

"No, that's not it. I just need to review my opening statement. I can manage it on my own."

"Well, I better let you go then. Hope it all works out for you tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, Suzy."

"Goodnight professor."

She turned and began to walk down the trail that led back to the classroom. He continued to watch her until she went out of view behind big oak trees.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He thought to himself. 

He could only imagine what he might have been tempted to do if he had gotten her back to his office. 

The thought of her alone in his office with him made his brow bead up with sweat. If she only knew what kind of fantasies he had about her that involved his office. 

They usually involved her being naked on her knees on the floor of his office with him kneeling behind her, her lovely ass spread out in front of him. 

Or another favorite was her spread out on his desk, her legs wide open, her long hair spread out like a fan covering his desk, her big brown eyes staring up at him, her lips parted waiting for him to enter her..... "Oh sweet Jesus. How the fuck am I going to get out of this one?" 

He knew he couldn't just drop her. He actually felt a weird sort of attachment to her. He really enjoyed her chatter, her questions, her love and enthusiasm for the law. 

It reminded him of how excited he had been when he began law school. He couldn't get enough of it. 

He also remembered how hard it had been. It seemed as if no one was willing to help each other out. As if helping someone would give them the edge. 

Law school was cut throat and only the strong survived. Asking for help was a sign of weakness. 

He swore to himself he would take the opportunity to mentor someone one day. It was part of the reason he chose teaching. Suzy was obviously someone whom he could help. 

"So why does she have to be so damn attractive?" he thought to himself. 

He knew he would break her heart if he just stopped talking to her. He couldn't just pretend like he hadn't spent the last few months spending more and more time discussing everything under the sun with her.

He also didn't want to keep tempting fate. He broke out in a cold sweat every time he thought about her. 

"How did I get myself into this mess?" he wondered... 



Professor Tom Ch. 04



Tom Smith smiled when he opened up the Christmas card Suzy sent him. He chuckled at the silly note she had written. 

"Dearest Professor Tom, Hope Santa brings you a big old ...."

Jolene, his paralegal, knocked on the office door and entered. He looked up from the note and saw the smirk on Jolene's face. 

"It's HER again. Do you want to take the call or not?"

He cleared his throat and said, "I'll take it in here. Close the door on your way out please."

"Sure thing boss." Jolene snickered as she closed the office door. 

He was slightly irritated when he picked up the phone and said, "Tom Smith".

"Professor Tom! I just wanted to say hi. I also wanted to make sure you got my gift." Suzy said brightly over the phone. 

"Yes. I got them both. Thanks for the thoughtful gifts and card, but you really didn't need to do that. By the way, I also got the flowers you sent a couple of weeks ago."

She laughed and said, "Good to know. Anything for my favorite professor!"

She continued to chatter away while he thought of all the work that was piled on his desk. 

He felt guilty that he was irritated by her phone call. She was nothing but kind and thoughtful towards him. She sent him the flowers to cheer him up when he lost an important appeal a few weeks ago. She sent him a "Case Management Survival Kit" to "help him survive his big case" as she indicated, a couple of weeks before that. She also sent him cheerful notes, took him to lunch and called him on a regular basis. 

He sighed and focused in on her chatter when she said, "Professor? Suzy to Professor Tom. Are you listening?"

He said, "Of course I am. I'm just getting ready to go to lunch so I really should go now."

He hung up after saying goodbye and breathed a sigh of relief. He wondered why he felt flattered, irritated, glad and annoyed all in one, when it came to Suzy. 

He definitely knew he didn't enjoy being the butt of jokes around the office. He thought of Jolene's smirk when she announced Suzy's call. 

John, his best friend and colleague, constantly teased him about his "favorite stalker student". His co-workers at the firm didn't know she wasn't in any of his classes anymore. He'd never bothered to correct them. 

He swore to himself that he would limit his contact with her in the hopes she would move on. Unfortunately he lost all resolve whenever he met her for lunch, or, more accurately, whenever he saw her. He also fervently hoped that one day he'd wake up and she'd have turned into an old hag. It would certainly make it easier to move on. He was still waiting for that one to happen....

He even thought about taking the plunge and just "doing her". Fuck her brains out in the hopes that he would get her out of his system and then be able to move on. He knew he wasn't that much of an ass, so he kept on taking her calls and answering her emails and being nothing but kind to her. 

It just seemed as if the harder he tried to get himself out from under her, the deeper he got sucked in.

"Fuck. Christ almighty. What the fuck am I going to do?" he thought to himself. 

***

John Howard, Tom's colleague and best friend, was teasing him yet again about his "favorite stalker student". 

"Shit Tom. How many times has she called this week? 50?"

"Fuck off John. What do you care? Are you jealous you don't have a fan club like I do? You know, it's not my fault you have such a small dick."

John laughed and said, "Dream on asshole. I don't get complaints from my women. As for your stalker.... Man has she got an ass I'd love to grab. Oh, and those tits..."

"Shut the fuck up. Quit being such a dick and lay off, will you?"

"Alright, alright Tom. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Geez, I just stopped by to see if you wanted to go grab a bite to eat. Or has your stalker student already grabbed you for lunch today?"

Jolene's voice came on over the intercom on the phone. "Mr. Smith, Suzy's on line 2. Would you like to take the call?"

John laughed and said, "See. What did I tell you? She's going to claim you for lunch yet again."

"What can I say? She isn't horrid to look at. She's harmless and actually quite useful. All I have to do is say "jump" and she says "how high?" he snickered. "Like you said, has she got an ass on her or what? That's what keeps me on a leash. She can be annoying at times, but her tits make up for that...."

John laughed and said, "Oh, the truth comes out now, doesn't it? What happened to me being a dick, huh?! I knew you weren't such a saint. I was actually beginning to think there was something wrong with you because you kept insisting she was just your student and that you weren't interested..." 

"Oh she's my student alright. My favorite one at that. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll tell you all about it once I fuck her. Or maybe I'll let you have her when I'm done."

John roared with laughter. 

Tom really couldn't quite believe what was coming out of his mouth. He chalked it up to the fact that he was trying his hardest to make John think he didn't give a rip about Suzy. He knew he couldn't keep playing the "innocent" card with him. He knew John wasn't falling for it anymore. He figured if he was just as crude as John was, he would eventually lose interest and never be the wiser to the fact that Tom actually cared for Suzy. 

"Jolene? Jolene? I'll take the call on line 2 please." He looked up at John and smirked. 

He waited for Jolene to connect the call. When nothing happened he picked up line 2. 

He said, "Tom Smith.....Tom Smith here......How can I help you?...." 

He heard a click on the other end, and then a dial tone. He looked at the phone as if it would explain what had just happened. 

He looked up at John and said, "Christ, I tell you, Jolene is great, but sometimes even the most minor of things gets past her."

Tom clicked over to line 1 and dialed Jolene's desk. 

He said, "Hello Jolene. I'm still waiting for you to transfer the call on line 2 please. Or did you drop it yet again?"

"Puhleeze Mr. Smith. I'm not that much of an idiot. I didn't drop the call. I connected it just like you wanted. I figured you'd take the call so I dropped it into your office via speakerphone. The call log shows it connected direct to speakerphone and the call lasted 2 minutes....."

Tom felt as if he would hurl when he realized Suzy's call had actually come through to his office. He realized the click he heard when he finally picked up the earpiece was Suzy hanging up on him. 

"Oh Jesus. What have I done? What do you mean you fucking connected the call via speakerphone? I didn't know you could do that....." 

He began sweating profusely and silently prayed that perhaps Suzy hadn't overheard he and John. Or at least hadn't heard it all.

John roared with laughter and said, "You fucking idiot. You're telling me she heard everything? Oh you poor sod. Do I feel sorry for you or what?! You better hope she doesn't report your ass to the university sexual harassment office. You can kiss your pristine professor ass goodbye...." 

Tom shouted into the phone piece, "JOLENE. Get me Suzy on line 2 NOW..... Yes, I mean NOW. I don't care if I just fucking hung up with her..."



Professor Tom Ch. 05



Suzy sat quietly in her office, the phone still in her hand. She could hear the dial tone and then the annoying high pitch tone one hears when a phone is left off the hook. 

Stunned didn't quite begin to cover exactly what she was feeling. She looked out the window and swallowed hard. She could feel the sting of tears forming in her eyes. She swallowed and gulped, swallowed and gulped, over and over, like a fish out of water. 

Most of all she felt embarrassed, so embarrassed that she had placed herself in a situation in which she was so poorly thought of. 

She recalled what he'd said....."Maybe I'll let you have her when I'm done...." 

"Oh Jesus, how embarrassing." 

She was mortified. She dropped her head in her hands and began to cry softly. Not only did Tom think of her as a piece of ass, but his partner and best friend was in on the joke too.

A little voice in her head screamed out, "Well what the fuck did you expect?! Isn't it what you wanted?!" 

She had to admit she had been playing with fire. She knew she had been pushing the envelop, but figured Tom was "interested" as he never complained or told her to "lay off", so to speak. She knew lately she had been quite bold in making it clear that she wanted him. 

She was in such conflict and turmoil. One minute she lusted after him like there was no tomorrow, the next she would gather her resolve and tell herself that she really only wanted him as a friend and mentor. 

She was torn and often didn't know what to feel or think. She felt insane with lust, with hope, with disgust and with sorrow. 

"Well it's too late now." she thought to herself. "I pushed him into thinking of me as a piece of ass. How am I ever going to face him? How am I ever going to be able to speak to him again?"

She cried even harder when she realized she'd lost any shot of having him as a friend and mentor. 

She remembered her first day of paralegal classes. She had been so nervous. She had absolutely no knowledge of anything to do with the law. She felt like getting up and running out of class because everyone else already had so much more experience. They all either worked in a law office or were just so damn sure of themselves. At least that's what it seemed like to her. 

She had been so excited about beginning her career in paralegal studies the minute she got her textbook in the mail she read the first three chapters. When she was done she felt as if she had made the biggest mistake of her life. The terminology was so foreign to her, as if it was in another language. She felt as if she would never understand what the heck was in the textbook. 

It felt even worse the first night in class when she overhead the easy banter her classmates had among themselves. 

"I filed the paperwork with the clerk, with the blue cover as needed even though my boss forgot it was local court rules. You should have seen him when I got back and as a joke I told him I hadn't been able to file the complaint. I told him the clerk wouldn't take it. He asked me why and I mumbled something about a blue cover. My boss looked like he was going to shit in his pants. I swear I never thought he would actually start crying. Can you imagine? An attorney crying?....." Her classmates all roared with laughter. 

"Blue covers? Complaints? Local court rules? What the heck are they talking about?" Suzy thought to herself. 

She envied how they all seemed so at ease. She seriously debated whether or not she should run out of class. 

Enter Professor Tom. He walked in the classroom door and said, "Is this the wine tasting class?" 

They all looked at him like he was insane. Someone in the back nervously answered, "Uuumm, no. This is a paralegal class."

Professor Tom quipped back, "Oh darn, and here I thought this wine and cheese would come in handy."

He proceeded to pull out a bottle of wine and some cheese from his briefcase. He placed them on the podium and started laughing.

"Just kidding! My name is Tom Smith and I'm your Introduction to Paralegal Studies instructor." 

That was the first taste of Professor Tom's quirky humor that they all got. She'd come to love his horrid jokes. The entire class would groan when he would come out with another of his lame jokes. They were so bad they were actually funny!

Professor Tom scanned the class as he took roll. When he finally called her name and looked over to see who she was, she had been a bit stunned. He looked at her with kindness and sincere interest. She saw no sign of the usual "I want to fuck you" look in his eyes. None whatsoever.

She had been so relieved and happy that she'd met him. He took her seriously and really wanted to help her learn all she could about the law. 

He seemed too good to be true when it became apparent that he actually loved his wife something fierce! One day as part of his lesson plans on good writing, he played "The Wedding Song" by Bob Dillon. He indicated the song was his absolute favorite because it reminded him of his wife. 

Suzy had actually gotten tears in her eyes when she heard him talk gently about how much his wife loved him, and how well she understood him. She never forgot the tenderness she saw in his eyes. It was at that moment that she knew he was a good man. The song was beautiful, gentle and sincere, just like he was. 

But she had gone and fucked it up by becoming insanely attracted to her professor. She couldn't help it. He was so handsome, with dark hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. He was just a bit shorter than her, but oh, he was oh so handsome. 

When he'd walked in the door her first thought had been, "Oh my goodness, if it isn't Johnny Depp." 

When she got to know him, she asked him if he had ever been told he looked like Johnny Depp. He smiled wryly and said, "Yup, about twice a week...."

Suzy had been most unnerved by the fact that Professor Tom truly saw her as a student, instead of a piece of ass. It wasn't what she was used to. 

When Suzy turned 16 she realized the power her looks gave her over men. She was used to getting looks of unchecked lust. She'd also learned to ignore them. 

She grew accustomed to looking into men's eyes and seeing only one thing - SEX. It was as if they screamed it out loud when they would focus in on her. 

Suzy had been fortunate and married a good man who loved her for what she really was, not what her ass looked like or because she had great tits. When she looked in her husbands eyes, she saw kindness, gentleness and love. She never doubted her husband's love, never doubted it was because he saw the best of what she had to offer. He saw that her best was inside her heart and soul. 

She loved the fact that her husband viewed her with love, but also was able to fuck her brains out when she wanted it! She would tease her husband that he was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fuck. 

Her husband could make her melt with one glance. It was a special glance that she had come to love and know as well as the back of her hand. Her husband wouldn't have to say a word, he would just look at her with that special glance and she would melt. She would give him her body and soul. 

So why was she lusting after her professor, who was also married?? She had no right to do it. She knew it was wrong. But oh, oh, oh, her resolve would weaken whenever she met her professor for lunch. She couldn't help but have the most wicked thoughts about him. 

She loved to imagine herself kneeling in front her professor while he was pushed back, standing up against a wall. In her fantasies he would have his pants pooled around his ankles, his cock hard and rigid waiting for her to sweetly take him into her mouth. The rest of his suit and lovely tie would be perfectly in place. 

She imagined he would grab her hair and force her down on his cock, making her gag. She imagined Tom had a long thick cock, with silky soft skin she could pull and tug as she teased him. 

God almighty her mouth was watering as she thought of it, of him. She imagined he was circumcised, and then imagined he wasn't. The thought of her fantasies becoming reality would make her crazy with lust and desire. 

She wanted to kneel in front of Tom, wanted to grab his ass and make him moan and scream with lust. In her mind she would rub his ass, run her sharp fingernails across it as she grabbed on to him, harder and harder. Oh, and then there was the spanking she would give him. 

She imagined herself licking his rock hard purple cock, and fondling and sucking his balls. She wanted to nuzzle him, smell his manly musky scent. She imagined he would be totally bare. Suzy would often shave her husband, and imagined Tom the same way. 

She also imagined that as he was about to cum, she would insert her little pinkie finger into his asshole, just the tip. She once read that men's anuses were little rings of absolute super sensitive nerves and when touched would drive any man crazy with lust. 

In her fantasies she would continue to suck his cock as he pumped out all of his hot cum. She wanted to swallow it all. She imagined some of it dripping out of her mouth, down to her breasts. She imagined herself rubbing his cum into her nipples, and then licking it off. 

She loved to masturbate to her Professor Tom fantasies. She had recently bought herself an 8 inch long dildo. It was thick and felt so good going in. When she used it, she imagined it was his cock entering her. It felt glorious and filled her completely. She would rub it against her clit, put it in her mouth, in her pussy, back into her mouth, and would finally ride it until she came. She would cry out, "OH GOD, Professor Tom, oh, oh, oh, Professor Tom, OH GOD you feel so good....Professor Tom" over and over. The waves of pleasure would leave her shuddering with delight, exhausted from cumming so hard. 

Yet here she was sitting in her office thinking of sucking Tom off, thinking of her fantasies, her panties wet with desire, but also crying because he thought of her as a piece of ass.

She had pushed him into thinking of her as a piece of ass. She recalled the looks he had given her lately. She wasn't quite sure, but it looked as if he had finally realized that she had a nice ass and great tits. She had been pleased, but also confused. She had been disappointed she had pushed him into seeing her that way.

"GOD, I AM CRAZY!" she thought to herself. 

"Why am I so damn upset that he thinks of me as a piece of ass? It's what I wanted, isn't it?"

She continued crying harder than ever. Her heart felt as if it would break in two.



Professor Tom Ch. 06



January 1, 2008. Humpf. What a hell of a way to start a new year........ 

Suzy had been artfully dodging Professor Tom's calls for the last two weeks. She stared at the pile of phone messages Donna, the receptionist, had given her. After the 7th message, she found a handwritten post it on the phone message. 

Donna wrote, "Girl, are you going to return this guy's call or what?!" 

Well, at least she thought she had been artful in her avoidance. After a few days, even her boss noticed she wouldn't pick up the phone. He asked her why. 

"Uuummm, well, uummm, I'm answering it. Uuumm, well, I mean, sometimes I answer it."

Her boss said, "What do you mean you're answering it SOMETIMES? I just got a call from Nick over in purchasing who said our vendor has been trying to reach me for the last 5 days. He thought we'd gone out of business. Pick up the phone Suzy. It's not like I pay you a salary SOMETIMES, okay?"

"Sorry boss. It won't happen again."

Her boss stared intently at her. His eyes softened and he said, "You're not in some sort of trouble are you? I mean, well, do you need some money or something?"

Suzy laughed hysterically and said, "OH GOD NO, are you kidding?! I don't need money. I'm fine. Let's just say it's related to female issues."

"Oh hell no. Don't say another word. I DON'T even want to know what the hell "female issues" means. I am so not going to go down that path. I don't do it with my wife, much less my secretary." Her boss hightailed it out of her office.

She nearly jumped out of her chair when the phone rang as soon as her boss left her office. 

She sat staring at the phone. She finally picked it up on the 5th ring. 

"Uuummm, Hello, this is Suzy." she stammered nervously. 

"Hey Suzy, this is Lisa. My goodness girl, you are hard to reach. I've been trying to get you for the last couple of days. Is everything alright?"

Suzy breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her best friend's voice on the other end of the line. 

"Everything's good Lisa. What's up?"

************************************************

Suzy blew her bangs out of her eyes. Her eyes were blurry from reading the spreadsheet on the computer screen. She'd been close to figuring out why the numbers weren't balancing when her phone rang.

"This is Suzy."

"Suzy, it's Donna. There's a Mr. Smith here to see you. He says he doesn't have an appointment, but said you'd see him."

Donna lowered her voice and whispered, "Girl, I think it's that guy that's been trying to call you for the last few days. You want me to call security or what?" 

"No, no, don't do that. It's okay. Just hold him there please. I'll come out to greet him. Just give me a few minutes. Don't let him come back here under any circumstances, okay?"

"No worries Suze. I'll keep him here."

She slammed the phone down.

"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. What the fuck am I going to do?" she thought to herself. 

She sat glued to her chair. Her mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She didn't know what to do. She felt like puking up her lunch. 

She knew she couldn't continue to avoid the issue. She got up from her desk and walked into the restroom. 

She slowly breathed in and out trying to calm her racing heart. She leaned over the sink and looked up into the mirror staring at her reflection. 

She stared back at her own brown eyes. She often wondered what it was that men found so appealing about her. 

She knew she wasn't horrid looking. She herself though she was nothing special. She thought she was average looking. When people would stare at her, she would often turn around to see who was behind her, so sure she was that they weren't looking at her. 

She was often told she was pretty. She guessed it was probably true. At least based on the stares of hate she sometimes got from other women. 

The women who were her friends often complimented her on her clear skin, her perfectly arched eyebrows, and her straight Roman nose. She was also often complimented on her beautiful hair. At least that's what other people said. 

She continued to breathe slowly in and out. 

In the midst of crisis, we sometimes have a moment of lucidity. Well, it's either that or our mind goes totally blank. It's a coping mechanism designed to keep us from completely going bonkers in times of crises or emergency. Or during times when we are desperately trying to keep ourselves from looking like complete idiots. No matter. Either one actually gets the job done.  

Suzy wracked her brain trying to figure a way out of the mess she had gotten herself into. 

She thought to herself. "What should I do? Should I just run out the back door? Ugh....I'll look totally stupid if I do that. Oh God, Oh God. I don't know what to do." 

That's when it hit her. For Suzy it wasn't a moment of lucidity, but more along the lines of a total blank. 

"Do nothing" a voice in her head whispered. "Do nothing. Nothing at all. It never happened." 

She stared back at her eyes reflected in the mirror. 

She thought to herself, "THAT'S IT!! I'll do nothing. I'll pretend like it never happened. Oh my God, why didn't I think of that sooner?!"

She turned on her heel and ran out into the lobby......

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Professor Tom Ch. 07



Tom Smith nervously paced the front lobby of the office. He kept pulling at his tie, straightening it and adjusting his sleeves. He felt as if he was swimming in a pool of sweat. 

He glanced up at the receptionist. The receptionist kept giving him dirty looks. He was positive she had her hand on the phone just in case she needed to call security. 

He thought to himself, "Geez, they're paranoid around here. Give me a break, I'm in a suit and tie, it's not like I'm some thug that just dropped in off the street..."

The receptionist continued to glare at him.

"What in Christ's name am I doing here?" he thought to himself. 

He couldn't believe he had actually driven into the parking lot of the school where Suzy worked. He had been driving back to his office after a morning in court, and on a whim turned into the parking lot of the school. 

He would often drive past the school on his way to and from court. It was a nice enough school, but it took on new meaning as soon as he became aware that Suzy worked there. Where as before it was just a nice set of buildings, it was now a bright homing beacon that called his name every time he drove past it. 

He stared out the window of the lobby. He heard a bell ring and immediately classroom doors opened up in the quad outside. Students spilled out of their classrooms and into the hallways. He smiled when he saw the teenage students jostling each other, laughing loudly, poking each other as they walked to their next class.

He remembered being that age. It had been tough for him. He'd never felt as if he fit in. Landing in Florida straight from the Spanish countryside had been quite a transition. He remembered being an awkward gangly teenager. Thank God he'd never suffered from the horrid acne most teens got. Instead, he had been blessed with pale pale skin. It made him stand out. He was glad that he'd outgrown it and was now just a nice normal tan color. He'd also outgrown the greasy hair, the lovely braces, the awkward gait and other lovely amenities that God blesses teens with. 

He was an average looking guy. None of the geeky teen was left. He was flattered when people would point out that he looked like Johnny Depp. The guy was good looking enough so it didn't bother him to be compared to him. He was tall, average build, had nice jet black hair, brown eyes and a nice wide smile. He always dressed impeccably. He was a vegetarian and got plenty of exercise playing tennis. 

He glanced at his watch. It was 2:00 p.m. He had an appointment with a senior partner at his firm scheduled at 3:00 p.m. He was hoping to make partner at his firm within the next few months. He had put in enough hours and brought in enough business to make it a feasible option. 

He also knew, well, actually was damn sure, that having an affair with his student and fucking up his life was not something that would further qualify him for partnership. 

Tom hated being tempted. He hated the fact that he had lost the feeling of just being "normal" of not knowing anything different. No other way he could describe it. Going through life not knowing you are missing "something" is a blessing. You don't realize what a blessing it is until you no longer have it. 

Up until the moment he noticed Suzy sitting in his summer Contracts class he had known that sense of normalcy. He'd never been tempted, never wanted anyone else, never even realized that venturing outside of his marriage was an option. He had just assumed, real men didn't do "that". Men who did "that" were disgusting animals who couldn't control their base urges. 

He recalled several junior associates in the firm going through divorces after having committed the monumentally idiotic mistake of sleeping with their secretary or paralegal. One had even gotten the girl pregnant no less. He remembered feeling so smug and sure of himself. 

He felt like telling the poor sods, "AHA!!! You fucking idiot!!! What did you think would happen? Only idiots get themselves into that kind of trouble!" 

I've always thought that when we, as human beings, start feeling that little niggle of pride, that little sense of, "AHA! I'm so much better than they are!" is exactly when God takes notice and sends us a curveball. Sometimes God has the gumption of sending us a medicinal ball just to make sure we get the point. 

"I am above that. I love my wife. I am a man who respects women and myself." is what he had always told himself. 

It sounds a lot like, "AHA! I'm so much better than they are!", doesn't it?

Perhaps God was listening to Tom at that exact moment and thought to himself, "Hhmm, tsk, tsk, poor, poor Tom. Maybe we need to make sure he is a little less prideful in the future, and perhaps we can encourage a little more sympathy for those poor sods. Maybe it's time for a medicinal ball for our poor old professor." 

I'm figuring that's exactly what happened. 

Having her in his Introductory class had been okay. He was embarrassed to admit he didn't notice her "tits and ass" until the last couple of weeks of class. Thank God for that. He would have hated to be subjected to temptation for any much longer. When the class ended he felt immense relief and was glad he no longer had to deal with the issue. 

It all changed the second he walked in and saw her sitting in his summer Contracts class. She sat in the front row, looking up brightly at him. She was wearing a short white pleated skirt, bubble gum pink high heels and a pink blouse that barely covered her gorgeous breasts. She had long, long luscious legs. 

The minute he saw her, he felt a quickening in his groin. In that split second, the entire 37 years of not knowing any better went down the drain. He now knew there were other women out there, other women that made him crazy with desire. Well, specifically one young woman who was his student no less. 

He remembered he focused in on her legs, he couldn't help it. She didn't realize she had a nervous habit of crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her nervous tic only brought additional unnecessary attention to her gorgeous legs. He could tell she wasn't one of "those" students who did it purposefully and for attention. 

He knew how to deal with them. It amused him to have girls try so, so hard to get him to fall for their wiles, the girls who tried oh so hard to tempt him with their goods. It had only happened a couple of times in his teaching career. He had easily ignored them and eventually the girls gave up. 

Suzy was different. He remembered literally gulping down the saliva that immediately filled his mouth when he noticed her sitting there. He was like a damn Pavlov dog. He began sweating profusely. He was so confused by his reaction. 

He had gotten to know her quite well during the first class she had taken with him. He absolutely enjoyed her humor, her banter and her attention. Truth be told he hadn't noticed the "package" that came with the brain until it was too late. 

That night, during the entire Contracts' class he fought the immense urge to look up her skirt when she would cross and uncross her legs. He remembered he spent most of the class just writing on the board so that he wouldn't be tempted to look. He had become his own worst nightmare. A lecherous professor that looked up girls' skirts! 

God almighty, he wanted to look up her skirt so badly he literally kept his fingernails dug into his palms the entire night, just to remind himself he couldn't, that he shouldn't look. 

That night, as he drove home to RSM, he wracked his brain trying to figure out an excuse he could give his wife that wouldn't arouse suspicion, yet would give him a few minutes alone in the bathroom. 

The entire drive home he felt his erection growing and growing. He was absolutely rock hard by the time he pulled into his driveway. Mercifully his wife and children were already sleeping when he got home. 

He immediately dropped his briefcase, took off his tie and coat as he ran up to the bathroom. He fumbled with his pants, and shirt, took off his remaining clothes and stared at himself in the mirror. 

"What am I doing? Where did I go wrong?" 

He couldn't recall having such a strong rigid erection in at least a few years. The last time he had been this horny was on his marriage night. 

He ran a hot bath. His skin prickled as he got into the hot steamy water. It almost burned it was so hot. He settled himself in and closed his eyes. He was now free to imagine what he might have seen had he looked up Suzy's skirt. 

He imagined her sitting primly in his class. Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, twirling her long hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. He imagined she hadn't been wearing underwear. 

He reached down and began to tug and rub his silky skin up and down the length of his cock. He groaned when his hand brushed his balls. He cupped his balls with one hand and kept rubbing his cock up and down with the other. He enjoyed rubbing his thumb across the tip of his cock. He shuddered with delight.

He imagined her skirt moving up higher and higher each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her opening her legs slightly, giving him a great view of her lovely sweet wet pussy. She would be bare, with just a small thatch of pussy hair pointing out how sweet her pussy lips were. 

Tom licked his lips and imagined rubbing two of his fingers up and down her pussy. He imagined inserting two fingers into her pussy and then licking them. He kept rubbing his cock up and down, faster and faster. 

He wanted to hear her moan and say his name. He imagined her sitting at her desk in the classroom, her legs spread wide, as he knelt in front of her licking her pussy, ripping open her shirt to expose her big beautiful breasts. He imagined sucking her areola until her nipple stood at attention. He wanted to pull her hair, to make her scream out in pain and pleasure, wanted to put his face in her hair and inhale her scent. 

He would love to see her masturbate. He imagined she must, God knows he did it enough. He could see her on a bed, on all fours inserting a dildo in her pussy, oh, oh, and in her ass! 

He wondered if she liked it in the ass. Most women were shy when it came to anal sex, he fervently hoped she wasn't. The thought of putting his cock in her ass drove him wild with desire. He could imagine it would be so tight, so, so tight.

He imagined the two of them on a bed, she straddling him, slowly lowering herself onto his thick long cock. He imagined her on top of him, riding him like a horse, slowly bucking, rubbing, moaning.... He would reach up to grab her waist, and her ass cheeks. He imagined her throwing her head back causing her glorious hair to tickle his balls. 

He groaned and his stomach tightened as he imagined Suzy riding him, thrusting her hips, clenching his dick with her pussy, throwing her head back, pumping him until he came. He imagined her saying his name, "Professor Tom, oh, oh, oh, Professor Tom." He licked his lips and continued rubbing his cock. 

He was surprised when he felt the imminent release of his load. He clenched his legs and doubled up as he shot his load into the air. 

He whispered, he whimpered, "Oh God, Oh God, Suzy....uuuhhhh......Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want you so bad....."

The ringing of the passing bell brought him out of his reverie. The students were back safely in their classrooms. The noise had abated and the quad was once again deserted. He gulped and focused in on the quad. He noticed Suzy walking down the hallway towards the main office. He nervously cleared his throat. 

Now that he was here with Suzy just a few feet away he had no idea what he would say to her. He wracked his brain as he tried to come up with an explanation that wouldn't sound lame or offensive. 

"What the fuck was I thinking coming here? I should have left well enough alone."



Professor Tom Ch. 08



"Hi Professor Tom, what a pleasant surprise!" Suzy said cheerfully.

She cocked her head, smiled sweetly at him and held out her hand to shake his. 

Tom was thrown for a loop and stammered, "Uuumm, hi Suzy....:

He realized she still had her hand outstretched and also noted the receptionist was watching them closely. He nervously held out his hand and shook hers. 

"I am so, so sorry for not having returned your calls sooner. With the holidays, and the crazy amount of work I've had around here, I didn't have a chance to call you. I'm so glad you came in though. I was actually planning on calling you today."

"Oh, right. The holidays...." 

He glanced nervously as he watched the receptionist's grip tighten on the phone receiver. 

He cleared his throat and said, "I just wanted to see how you were....uuummm, I mean, how were your holidays?"

"I know that was totally horrid of me not to call you for Christmas, but I figured you must be really busy with a case or something."

"What do you mean?"

Suzy had also noticed Donna was watching them intently and closely monitoring everything they were saying.

She took Tom's arm and led him out towards the quad. The minute her hand touched his arm, she felt her resolve weaken, and her hand trembled. She felt like crying.

"Walk with me..."

She led him out of the lobby into the quad. She stood quietly in front of him, just looking at his face. She had studied his face so closely she knew it well, every curve of it engrained in her memory. 

She would often worry that he would eventually catch on to the fact she was staring at him during class. She loved looking at his brown eyes, and how they wrinkled in the corners when he laughed or smiled, which he did often. His long dark thick hair sometimes got a little bit long. When it did he would have to constantly push it back out of his face. Her heart ached at the thought that she'd never get to kiss him....She knew she had to say something before it became obvious that something was wrong

She stammered, "Well, uummm.... I figured you were super busy because the last time I called you, Jolene put me on hold. I waited and waited for a couple of minutes and finally hung up when nobody answered..."

He felt as if his knees would give out. He thought to himself, "THANK GOD, THANK GOD, she didn't hear a word of what I said to John..." 

"You mean you didn't....uumm, I mean, I'm sorry you called and got cut off. If I remember correctly I picked up the line and no one was on the other end. I just hung up and must have forgotten..."

"No worries Professor. I understand."

They continued to stare at each other.

"I see you're wearing one of your super fancy suits...did you have a day in court or just a hot date?!" 

He laughed and said, "No, no...just a court date with a judge who was in wicked humor. He sanctioned plaintiff's attorney for failing to produce his client for a deposition. The judge didn't put up with any of the bullshit opposing counsel was trying to feed him."

She paid close attention, smiling at him. If he didn't know any better he could swear he saw a glimmer of sadness in her face, as if her smile stopped short of her eyes. Her smile usually lit up the entire room and it just seemed a bit off. 

"So I take it you won in court today!" 

He laughed as said, "Well, not quite won, but we made good progress..."

She continued to study his face. She imagined he probably guessed she was lying about what had transpired during their last phone call. 

"Sincerely Professor, I can't tell you how glad I am that you stopped by to say hi. It's really good to see you again. So tell me, how were your holidays?"

Tom figured he was imagining things, relaxed his shoulders and began telling her about the gifts Santa brought his boys. 

* * * * * *

He lowered himself into the driver's seat of his convertible BMW. He slammed the door and pulled out of the school's parking lot. He had 15 minutes to get to his office. He didn't want to be late for his appointment with Henry Dunlap, senior partner at his firm. 

He loved his car, and drove it every day with the top down. At least on days it didn't rain. It was his black beauty, as he called it. It made him feel alive when he drove it. When he first told his wife he was buying it, she made a half hearted attempt at trying to talk him out of it, but she soon realized how badly he really wanted the convertible. She didn't have the heart to say no. 

"Well that went much better than expected." He thought to himself. 

He felt immense relief knowing that Suzy hadn't heard a word of the crap he'd told John. He knew he was damn lucky she hadn't. He thanked his lucky stars and promised he'd never take advantage of the second chance he had been given. 

He gunned it and before long was back in the parking structure of his office building. He worked in a high rise located across the street from a major retail center. The building was known as the Budweiser building, as it was curved and silver, just like a Budweiser beer. 

He rode up alone on the elevator to the 18th floor. He was anxious, nervous, excited, and confident all at the same time. He wondered if the meeting with Henry would go well. Tom greeted Sara, their receptionist. 

Sara called out and said, "Oh Tom, Henry is waiting for you in his office. Hurry, you don't want to be late. Good luck."

He flashed her one of his mega watt smiles.

"Thanks. I could use all the luck I can get."

* * * * * *

Tom Smith knocked on the door to Henry's office and nervously waited to be summoned.

"Come in....."

He entered Henry Dunlap's cool dark office. The office had a beautiful view, as would befit a senior partner at a law firm. The dark mahogany furniture gleamed and Tom could smell the faint scent of lemon oil. Henry's office had a wall of beautiful leather bound law books, and was decorated in an old world maritime theme. 

"Glad to see you're punctual. Not like some of these baby lawyers who feel as if they are doing you a favor by showing up on time for something."

Tom laughed and sat in a luxurious soft brown leather chair. He could see the city framed in the window that was located behind Henry's chair. 

"I tell you, the state of the world today is scary....All these young lawyers with a sense of entitlement. Really, to expect to earn $100k straight out of law school!? Get real. These kids need to put in some time before they can start to expect such an obscene salary." 

Tom relaxed his shoulders. He'd heard Henry's speech many times and knew it well. Henry was nearing his late 70's and was truly an old school attorney. To be exact, a very shrewd, highly intelligent, highly effective, very wealthy, old school attorney. Tom knew he'd found the right firm when he first met Henry. 

"I remember when research was done the good old fashion way, with books. I recall sitting for hours having to Shepardize a case in the library. Humpf...you young lawyers today think you have it hard. I still say that new funny business called KeyCite is nothing but a sham. A sham I tell you..."

Tom interrupted and said, "I agree Henry. I totally agree with you. Punctuality is a virtue lost on today's young pups."

Henry shook his head in agreement and settled in for a long talk. 

"So I understand you feel you're ready to join the rank of partner. Tom, I worry that perhaps you don't realize what a responsibility such as that entails. It's not all glamour and money son. Are you quite sure you're ready to take it on?" 

"Henry, I've been with this firm for 9 years. As you know, I'm committed to the success of this practice. I've brought in a variety of important clients and feel I have demonstrated I'm here for the long haul...."

"I know, I know that Tom. You're preaching to the choir son. What I need you to understand are all the other dynamics that come with being partner. The nights you lie awake worried about making payroll, fighting off merger threats, dealing with colleagues who have drug problems. Dealing with all that isn't fun. Then you have the management and marketing aspects and the myriad of responsibilities that are piled on your plate. I know I couldn't have done it without Jennifer."

"I agree with you Henry. Jennifer is by far the best law office administrator a firm could have."

"Don't interrupt me son...."

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Tom looked at his watch discreetly. He had been arguing his case for 2 hours. 

Henry cleared his throat and said, "Well, I've heard enough. I'll take your input and discuss it with our other partners at our retreat scheduled next week. I'll let you know then."

"Henry, just listen to what I'm telling you, I'm committed to the continued success ..."

Henry interrupted him and said, "I've got what I need young man. More than what I need. You can close the door on the way out."

Tom sighed and got up.

"Thanks. I'm looking forward to the committee's response."

Henry continued to look shrewdly at him and then before Tom could be certain he thought he saw Henry wink.

* * * * *



Professor Tom Ch. 09



Tom Smith stood outside the restaurant waiting for Suzy to show up. He smiled when he saw her pull into the parking lot. He looked at his watch. It was noon. 

"Right on time," he thought to himself. 

He was glad that their friendship seemed to be back to normal....even though he'd almost fucked it up with the comments he'd made to his colleague and friend John. He'd dodged a bullet and thanked his lucky stars she hadn't overheard his juvenile comments. 

It had taken a few months, but things seemed to be on track again. She continued to email him, and send him funny gifts and notes. She had also become bold in her teasing. He could tell she loved to make him blush....

He was brought out of his reverie when he heard her say, "Dearest Professor!" 

He smiled and laughed out loud. It was good to see her. He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh. That was the single most appealing quality about her. She got his humor and made him laugh. 

"When are you going to understand I'm no longer your professor?"

She smiled and said, "What do you mean?! You'll always be my dearest professor...."

She began peppering him with questions about his latest class of paralegal students as they walked into the restaurant. 

'They are a varied bunch....lots of international students in this class. Makes it interesting..."

"But I bet they aren't as good as my class was, right?! I mean, how could you beat that awesome first class?"

He laughed, "Well, you were quite the class, I must admit. However, I learned something from it. I'm nowhere near as open as I was then. I learned I have to be more guarded and not share as much..."

She looked at him quizzically. 

"What do you mean? Are you saying you regret you became friends with me? Do you regret sharing stuff with me?"

"No, no...not at all. I just never realized how much of myself I shared in class...I wouldn't have ever known, but as you provided me with instant feedback on the class the following morning via email, well, it let me see how much...uummmm, maybe that I shared a bit too much." 

He was surprised she remained quiet. He sometimes was at a loss around Suzy. He often felt as if he were on shaky ground around her, sometimes up, sometimes down, but never boring that was for sure. Just when he thought he understood her, she would throw him for a loop with one of her sexual innuendos wrapped up in a sincere compliment.

He thought to himself, "God almighty...as if it wasn't hard enough to understand one woman in my life, I have to figure out another one..."

He would occasionally go out to lunch with other former students, both men and women, yet he never gave them a second thought. He never took them for more than what they were at face value -- a professor and former student discussing school or a letter of recommendation over lunch. 

What he didn't quite understand was why lunch plans with Suzy felt as if they were "dates." He would find himself looking forward to lunch, thinking of how she made him smile and laugh. 

"I'm married for Christ's sake. It's just a lunch meeting with a former student............ So why do I wish it were more?," he thought to himself. 

************ He literally threw in the towel and said, "Oh jeez, I shouldn't have eaten that chocolate cake."

"You know you wanted it. It was delicious. Anyway, you could use a few extra pounds on that gorgeous ass of yours."

He laughed and said, "My goodness, you have a thing for rear ends, don't you?"

She laughed, "Only yours dearest professor, only yours...So tell me, what have you been up to lately? Any plans for spring break?"

He informed her that he would be traveling with his family to Vienna over spring break. 

"Sounds fun and exciting! I've never traveled anywhere exotic like that. Hawaii and Mexico don't count. Why Vienna?"

"I guess you could say because I've never been there before."

"So how are your wife and kids?"

"The boys are great. My wife and the boys are actually on a cruise this week. She and her sisters decided to take my mother on a birthday cruise of sorts. They are actually coming into port tomorrow night."

"Your wife has been gone all week?"

"Yes, she has....."

"So what have you been up to?"

"Playing lots of tennis..."

"You haven't gotten lonely?"

"It's a nice break. I get a lot done and get to play tennis as much as I want."

"Oh dearest professor, you're telling me you haven't gotten lonely and cold in that big bed of yours, all alone?"

He laughed. She liked teasing him about anything and everything. She had become bold and constantly told him she liked his "gorgeous ass." She would constantly tease him about being good looking, and would outright tell him she found him attractive. At first he'd assumed she was just giving him a hard time, but lately he wasn't sure. He sometimes got the wiggle of doubt that perhaps she was serious with her comments about liking him, and finding him attractive. 

She stared intently at him and asked, "So can we finish this up and go back to your place?"

He was about to laugh and tell her to stop teasing him, when he noticed the serious look in her eyes. 

He stammered, "Uuummm, you're joking, right?"

"I don't know.....am I? I guess that would depend on whether or not you would take me up on my offer."

He gulped and stared out the window. He always knew they would get to this point eventually. He knew they couldn't just dance around the issue forever. He just didn't think it would be happening on a cold and crisp Friday afternoon in a crowded restaurant. He said nothing and looked down at his plate. 

"I think its best I get back to the office..."

She looked at him with her big brown eyes and he saw that she had been hurt by his answer. 

"Oh...okay. I understand. Uuumm...I guess I better get back too." She whispered. 

He had to strain to hear her response. 

She continued, "This was nice. We should do it again some time."

She got up quickly and picked up her purse and began to walk away from the table. He was startled at how quickly she was leaving.

"Wait, wait....please.....Let me pay and walk out with you....Wait please."

Without turning around, she waved her hand and said, "Its okay. I understand. I'll call you later."

He stammered, "Wait...Suzy....wait."

He waned to follow her out the door, but he hadn't paid the bill yet.

"FUCK. FUCK....I knew I should have kept my mouth shut...." he thought to himself.

He caught up with her in the parking lot.

"Suzy, SUZY....wait..."

She turned and stared at him.

"How about you meet me at my place after work tonight....say around 6 p.m.? I assume you know where I live....You seem to know everything about me..."

She blushed, "I guess you could say that..."

"Well, can I count on seeing you later on tonight?"

"Sure...I'll be there."

He was stunned the words had come out of his mouth. His mantra, his morals, his values, his love for his wife all seemed to have left him, just as the saliva had left his mouth. 

Whenever Suzy pushed the envelop by making sexual comments toward him, he would always tell her, "You know I won't ever stray, not for a second. We both know that, we're both married, happily at that..."

So what the fuck was he doing asking her to his house? He didn't know and blamed it on temporary insanity. He knew it was a huge mistake, he knew his life depended on his ability to "keep it in his pants." He hadn't yet been told if he had made partner, but he knew getting mixed up in an extramarital affair sure as fuck wouldn't help him out. Yet here he was taking a step down a path that led to nothing but trouble. 

He thought of his wife, his children. Yet standing in front of Suzy, he couldn't...no, he wouldn't take the invitation back. He wanted her. He wanted her something fierce and for a brief moment it was all he could think of. 

Was it the right decision? Who knew, he most certainly didn't. However, one thing he was most sure of was that he was about to cross a line he said he never would...



Professor Tom Ch. 10



Tom Smith waved goodbye to the receptionist as he walked out of the office. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He was actually leaving his office at 5 p.m. The last time he had left his office before 7 p.m. was when he'd had another moment of temporary insanity and left early to go see a movie. 

When he announced his departure, Sara looked at him like he'd lost his marbles. Her mouth fell open and she'd blurted out, "What the fuck?" before turning bright red with embarrassment. He laughed and just kept walking.

The entire drive home he kept thinking of his wife - his love, his life, his best friend. 

For over a decade he had spent the majority of his time arguing and applying the law to fact scenarios faced by his clients. He bent, stretched and molded the situation, and the facts into a picture that best served his client. He excelled at analyzing situations and then finding ways for it to come out to his client's advantage. 

Try as he might, he couldn't find a way to justify what he was considering, what he wanted to do. There was absolutely no way he could sleep with another woman and still be true to the vows he took. He couldn't find a way that would justify putting his own needs above those of his family. He didn't want to become his father. He didn't want to turn his back and run out on his family. Sleeping with Suzy was doing exactly that. 

Yet all the facts, all the things his head told him to do, that didn't help what he felt between his legs, deep in the pit of his stomach. His cock was already hard at just the thought of being alone with Suzy. He wanted her. He knew she was his to have in every sense of the word. He couldn't believe how badly, how much he wanted her........

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Suzy sat in her parked car looking at the Mediterranean style home at the end of the block. She stared intently at the two-story home. The home had big large windows, an expansive front door, and neatly manicured front lawn. To the side of the house through the rod-iron gate she could see the end of a crystal blue pool. A chocolate Labrador lay near the patio door. 

She'd parked a bit away from the home. Unsure if she actually had the courage to do what she thought she wanted to do. She looked at the clock in her car. It was almost 6:00 p.m. She knew the moment she walked through the front door of his home there would be nothing to stop her. Deep in the pit of her stomach with absolute certainty she knew fucking a married man meant the end of her life as it existed. She also knew it was the beginning of the end of her friendship with her professor. That small tiny detail was enough to fill her with sheer terror. 

The love she had for her husband, for her children, the morality and ethics she normally exhibited, her religious beliefs, and the fact that she would lose it all - all that wasn't enough to stop her. She was like a freight train running out of control down the tracks at 100 miles per hour. Nothing was going to stop her. She had to have him. 

She'd actually come up with lots of good arguments as to why all the above didn't matter. Well, all except for the small little detail she often thought of: friendship. 

Her professor made her laugh like she hadn't in a long time. He made her believe in herself, and in her goals. As if the fact that she dreamed them was enough for him to believe she could do it. When she was able to focus on him, instead of his fine ass, she felt profoundly comfortable in her own skin. No other way to explain it. She felt at ease and secure. The only other man she felt that comfortable around was her own husband. 

However, she also knew that things always come to an end. They can end on a good note, or in a horrid fight. They can simply slip away out of lives before we even realize it's happened, sometimes to return if we are lucky. But things always end nonetheless, including friendships. It was her choice to have the friendship last for a very long time, perhaps even a lifetime, or to just have him in the short term. The immediate short term meant she would get to enjoy his body and soul, but it would only for a brief time. Of that she was certain. 

She knew the moment she laid a finger on him she could kiss their friendship goodbye. Oh, don't get me wrong it might take awhile, but they would get caught eventually. Things of such a nature have a way of bubbling to the surface, like a rotten smell emanating from the sewer. You can never keep it hidden forever......an affair that is. 

She knew if they took it past flirting, past longing, and desire, there would be no excuse, none whatsoever that could make it all right again. Nothing would ever make it as comfortable and sincere as their relationship was now. This was what Suzy was thinking of as she sat in her parked car looking at the Mediterranean style home at the end of the block. 

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He sat quietly in his parked car inside his garage. He could hear the fan and soft clicking of the engine as it cooled. His fiddled with his car keys, and stared at the door leading to his kitchen. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the washing machine. It was 5:35 p.m. Suzy was set to arrive at 6:00 p.m. 

He rubbed his eyes. He was tired. It was a tired he couldn't explain. Not really physical in nature. He was in terrific shape and could play tennis 4 hours straight, without a second thought. No, the tired he felt could be found at the back of his throat, deep in his stomach and in the back of his eyes where tears are formed. He closed his eyes and sighed.....

He opened the car door and walked into his home. It was still and quiet. It unnerved him. His arrival in the evenings usually set off a whirlwind of controlled chaos. His boys would somehow find their way to the door before he could even take the key out of the doorknob. They ran full force at him, practically knocking him over with a love that only young boys can display. As if they had a radar that told them exactly when he would arrive. 

His wife would follow closely thereafter. He smiled at the thought. He could see her coming down the stairs as she called out to the boys, "Daddy's home!" she would announce, not realizing they had already found him. She'd walk down to the last step, stop and place her hand on the rail and smile down at him. She was so petite she rarely was able to look down at him. "Hi love," she would say softly. 

No matter how long he'd been married to her, she still took his breath away. His wife was a perfect complement to his temperament, physicality and spirit. She truly completed him and made him a better person. He knew he would never find anyone else who could do the same. 

She'd walk towards him, stand on her tip toes, lock her arms around his neck and kiss him as their boys ran underfoot, tugging at their father and mother, screaming out, "Daddy look...Daddy guess what I did....Daddy lookie, lookie...". Her calm presence, her still nature would immediately temper him and the boys. 

She often dressed in black and white. Her beauty icon was Audrey Hepburn. That was what he saw when he looked at her -- all class and beauty. Her gorgeous straight blond hair, sparkling green eyes, small petite frame, small perky breasts, and a figure that denied the fact she'd had two children. He loved the way she fit his body when he held her, the top of her head beneath his chin. Her hair lightly scented, she smelled like spring flowers, clean and gentle.

The shrill doorbell brought him out of his reverie. He turned on his heel and stared at the front door. His stomach filled with butterflies and he could feel himself growing hot. It was Suzy. She was at his front door step, and he was home alone. For a split crazy moment he thought about not answering the door, but he had never been one for cowardice. 

He walked to the front door, his footsteps echoing loudly inside the empty house. He reached out for the doorknob and opened his front door. He was opening himself up to the unknown, uncharted and unexplored future. 

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She looked at him and smiled. 

"Hi Professor, how are you?"

"Come in Suzy."

She walked past him. He could smell her distinctive scent. It was lavender and honey combined. He walked ahead and led her into the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink? Sparkling water, wine, a beer...."

"I'll take water, please......."

He took a glass out of the kitchen cabinet, poured ice and water into the glass and handed it to her.

"Thanks."

"Nothing to it."

They stared at each other. Suzy's mouth went dry and she quickly drank from the glass. 

She looked at him and smiled. "You have a lovely home."

He stammered, "Let me show you around the house."

He led her on a tour of his home. Through the kitchen, the family room, back through to the formal sitting room and bedroom on the first floor, and up the stairs to the second floor. On the second floor were the boys' room, his bedroom and two other bathrooms. 

When they walked past his room Suzy stopped and looked at the bed. It was a beautiful king size bed set high, with a deep mauve colored bedspread. There were pillows galore piled on the bed. His bedroom furniture had simple lines, and his bedroom was decorated in soft muted simple tones. She looked at the bed and then at him.

"So that's where you sleep?"

"Yes, that's where my wife and I sleep."

She continued down the hallway and laughed when she walked past one of the boys' room. 

"I see you have your boys in one room too."

"Yes. My wife doesn't want to separate them yet."

"So do I. My boys have never been apart since the day they were born."

"Great decoration. It's a typical boys room, all dinosaurs, hot wheels and pirates I see."

"I can't keep up with them sometimes. Their tastes change so quickly. One day it's dinosaurs, the next it's trains. Who knows what it'll be next week..."

He led her back down to the first floor, past the kitchen and back into the family room. He walked to the sofa and lowered his lanky frame onto the sofa. 

He sighed. "It's been a long day."

She sat down on the opposite side of the room, in an armchair next to the fireplace. 

"Suzy come here and sit next to me. I don't bite...."

She laughed and said, "Its okay Professor. I'm comfortable here." 

He patted the cushion next to him and repeated, "Come here. Sit down next to me."

She got up and walked to his side. She lowered herself next to him. He reached out for the remote control and turned on the television. 

"So what will it be? Tennis, tennis or more tennis?"

She laughed and said, "Tennis it is."

He looked at her. This was it there was no turning back. It was now or never. He abruptly leaned in to kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers he knew he was a goner. She returned his kiss softly at first. Tentatively as if she didn't want to hurt him. She sighed deeply and raised her hands to his neck. She let out a low soft guttural noise and moaned. 

There is nothing in the world like the first kiss. The first touch, the first tentative display of physical affection towards someone you've longed for. Nothing is sweeter. Nothing is more desired or wanted than that. She inhaled deeply and brought her hands down to his chest. 

"You're shivering. Are you cold?" she asked. 

"No.....I'm okay. Are you?"

She knew he wasn't asking about her physically, but of her emotional state of mind. 

"I'm okay," she whispered. 

He began kissing her once more. He ran his hands down her sides, stopping at her waist. He lowered his hand to her thigh and ran his hand up her skirt, stopping to savor the silky feeling of her inner thighs. His cock hardened immediately. He felt her lower herself further onto the sofa as she spread her legs for him. 

"Oh Professor....I've waited so long for this....I've dreamt about having you for so long, and now I've finally got you here...."

He ran his hands to the edge of her underwear. He could feel her dampness as he ran a single finger up and down the edge of her panties, flicking the edge of her pussy lips with his fingertip. She moaned and opened her legs even wider. 

She nuzzled his neck and whispered, "Professor, I'm so hot and wet.....I want you. I want to fuck you."

His fingers found their way deeper underneath her panties, deeper into her pussy. He flicked his thumb on her clit and she immediately clenched her legs and opened her eyes wide. 

"Oh....ooooohhhh god....dearest Professor....oh my... you are too good to me..."

He chuckled and said, "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tom?"

"Yes Professor Tom."

She stood up abruptly. She slowly lowered her skirt and began to unbutton her blouse. 

"Why don't you take off your pants Professor? Or would you like some help?"

"Why don't you help me my dear? I think I lost feeling in my hands...."

Her blouse fell to the ground and she stood proudly in front of him in just her underwear. She was wearing a black corset style bra, and black thong underwear. Her underwear had red silk bows at each corner of her hips and had red piping edge running throughout that matched the red piping in the corset. He smiled and looked up at her appreciatively. 

She knelt back down in front of him and began pulling at his tie as she unbuttoned his oxford. She finished unbuttoning it, opened it and leaned in to kiss his chest. Her mouth worked its way to his nipples. She flicked her tongue around one of his nipples and ran her hands up and down his flat belly. 

"Does my pretty Professor want to fuck me? Because I sure want to fuck my pretty Professor. Your flat stomach is making me weak in the knees. God almighty you are hard in all the right places."

She suckled his nipples, and flicked her tongue on it until it became hard. She bit it gently and lowered her hands to his cock. She sucked in her breath when she felt his hardness beneath his pants.

"Oh...my....goodness....it seems as if you are just as excited as I am Professor." 

"Let me show you my dear. Would you like to see just how excited I am to have you?"

He brought his hands down to his belt and untied it. He lowered his zipper and undid his pants. He raised his ass when he felt her tugging at his pants. She lowered them along with his underwear. He found himself sitting on his sofa, his cock jutting out obscenely from his hips, wearing nothing but his tie. 

She murmured her appreciation and lowered herself onto his lap. She began kissing him hard on the mouth. He reached for her breasts and pinched each one of her nipples hard. She arched her back out, throwing her head back, moaning loudly. She felt his rock hard cock rubbing in between her ass cheeks. She began bucking and grinding her pussy on his waist. 

She untangled herself from his grip and stood up. She looked down at him and asked him to scoot forward. She lowered herself back onto the sofa sitting behind his long body, her legs wide open, one of her own legs on each side of his. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. She began licking the back of his neck, licking his earlobe. He could feel her hot breath in his ear. 

She whispered, "Oh Tom....I've wanted you forever...I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."

Her hands traveled up and down his chest, down to his groin. He felt her soft smooth silky skin on his back. Her big soft breasts pressed up against him, her hands traveling up and down the length of his belly, his chest, his sides.

"You smell so good Professor....ooohhhh....mmmmyyyy..." she murmured in his ear. 

He relaxed when she finally wrapped her hand around his cock. She gripped it firmly and began stroking him up and down, ever so gently. He murmured his appreciation and settled his head on her shoulder. He turned his head and began kissing her neck. His breath felt hot on her neck. 

She continued stroking his cock and then hooked her legs on his and opened him up even wider. With one hand she stroked the length of his thick cock, and the other she used to cup his balls and massaged them lightly. 

"My big boy....you are oh so big...oh my big boy" she whispered hotly in his ear. "You're beautiful...you're deliciously beautiful Professor."

He sighed and continued to enjoy the feeling of her small hand on his cock. Her grip was intense and the combined action of her long hard strokes and gentle massaging of his balls was quickly driving him to the edge. She noticed his tie was still on. She reached out for the tie and pulled on it like a leash. 

"You've got to stop Suzy. I haven't even had the chance to fuck you and I'm already wanting to cum in your lovely hands."

She immediately stopped her actions. She ran both of her hands up and down his chest, outlining his muscled chest, and perfectly formed abs.

"Tennis sure does pay off Professor, doesn't it?"

He chuckled, "Yes, my dear, I guess you could say it does."

She lowered her hands back down to his thighs and rubbed them up and down. It was as if she couldn't get enough of his long hard body, she was enjoying it tremendously. The weight of his body on her own, the hardness of his own body in comparison to her soft one. She unhooked herself from his body and laid back down on the sofa. 

She looked up at him with big brown doe eyes and said, "I think my pussy needs you Sir. I think it needs your beautiful mouth on it."

He smiled widely and placed his hands on her thighs. He gripped them firmly and opened her up. He looked up at her intently as he lowered his mouth directly onto her pussy. His fingers opened up her pussy lips exposing her hard clit. He flicked his hot tongue roughly across her clit. She mewed with pleasure and brought her hands to his hair. 

"I knew your mouth was good for something else besides lecturing......oooohhhh...my god.....Fuck you are so good at what you do."

He continued roughly lapping at her pussy with his tongue. Up and down the entire length of her pussy. He savored her juices and inserted his tongue in her pussy, opening her up wider with his fingers. She moaned heavily with pleasure and ground her pussy into his face. 

She noticed he lowered on of his hands to his cock and began stroking himself. He looked at her and noticed her eyes opened wide when she saw what he was doing. He sat back. 

"What's wrong my love? Have you never seen a man playing with himself?"

She laughed. "Of course I have, but it's just that I always dreamed of watching you do that....I've dreamt of watching your face as you cum for what seems like forever now..."

He sat up and then laid his body back down on the opposite end of the sofa.

"Then let me show you what I like....."

He closed his eyes and settled his head on the sofa, as he continued to stroke himself, up and down. When his grip reached the tip of his cock he would twist his entire hand and then bring it down roughly. His other hand cupped his balls. He tugged at them and handled them roughly. 

She whispered, "Oh professor you are beautiful...god I want you so bad it hurts...

The sounds coming from his mouth, the low guttural moans and sighs were driving her insane. She began to finger her own pussy. She inserted two fingers into her pussy and with her other hand inserted her index finger into her asshole. She groaned loudly. He immediately opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow when he saw what she was doing. 

"I see you do have a thing for asses, don't you my dear?"

She nodded shyly and replied, "Uuuummm.....I want you in my ass Sir."

"Then come here my girl and let me take care of your needs."

He crawled to her side of the sofa, grabbed her by the waist and settled her onto his lap. 

He nuzzled her neck and whispered, "You sure you want to do this?"

She sighed heavily and said, "YES, OH GOD YES..."





Professor Tom Ch. 10



He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, spreading her wide as he lifted her.

"Help me love you're going to have to help me..."

She stared deep into his eyes never taking them off his own as she used her hand to guide his cock into her ass. 

"Uuuhhh....ooohhhh...." she groaned as she continued to stare intently into his brown eyes. 

"Oh my professor that hurts me...I think you should stop...."

For some unknown reason, something that he would never be able to explain to himself, he responded by sinking his fingernails into her waist and slamming his cock deep into her ass.

"This....is....what....you.....need....you...fucking.....slut...." each word pounded out in tempo with his violent thrusting.

"Aaaahhhhhh....ooooohhhh.....uuuuhhhhhhh...." she screamed when she felt the burning, the tearing deep inside her.

"Ssshhhh.....quiet my pretty girl, this is exactly what you need...."

He groaned and continued to lift her until she was almost off his cock entirely and then would slam her down once more. Her big breasts bounced each time he pounded her ass. 

"Baby I think I want to cum now....I can't hold it any longer....I don't want to hold it any longer..." he moaned in her ear.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, burying her face in it, deeply inhaling his scent. Her fingers found her pussy. She buried two of her fingers in her pussy as she flicked her thumb over her clit. 

For a brief moment she became lost in the moment, feeling nothing but intense pressure in her ass, the rhythmic spasms of her pussy, the feeling of her hard clit under her thumb, her breasts bouncing up and down....

She felt his hot breath in his ear, he murmured softly. She couldn't make out his words but then it clicked and his words became clear....

"Such a good girl...my good girl." he whispered softly. 

The words triggered something deep within her sending her over the edge causing her to cum hard. 

She screamed out, "Oh god Professor....oh god...aaahhhh...." as she threw her head back and shuddered violently.

He felt an intense heat and then wetness as he felt her cum. Her juices flowed from deep within her pussy onto his lap, and combined with the intense grip her ass had on his cock he felt his own release emerging from deep within his balls. He grunted and hung tightly to her waist, giving one final deep thrust before cumming. He felt his cock pump his seed deep within her, three....four spurts. He moaned with pleasure.

"So good...such a good girl...." he repeated over and over.... 

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The shrill ring of his cell phone annoyed him. He concentrated on tuning it out and settled back down in his bed, but it continued unabated. His bed felt awfully lumpy and the ringing wouldn't stop. He opened his eyes and was immediately disoriented by the complete darkness. It was then that he realized he was in fact sitting in his car and not sleeping in his big bed. The ringing of his cell phone finally stopped. 

His heart began beating wildly when he remembered where he was. He was sitting in his car, parked in his garage. He looked around for the clock on the wall, but it was too dark to read it. His cell phone began ringing once more. 

"Fuck almighty, hold on" he muttered to himself as he fumbled to pick it up. He flicked it open and read it was 6:05 p.m. The phone announced a call from "Suzy". He answered it.

"Hey Suzy...."

"Hi Professor, uummm..I'm sorry to bug you, but I was hoping I could take a rain check on tonight. I'm still stuck at work......you know, busy day and all."

"By all means Suzy, I understand. No worries. I'll see you again soon."

"Thanks Professor. See ya."

He closed his phone and sighed heavily. He was relieved he wouldn't have to face her tonight. He was quite relieved the choice was no longer his to make. He wouldn't have to face her alone, with nothing preventing him from taking her, from having her. He looked at his reflection in his car's review mirror. His brown eyes staring back at him. He raised his hand and brushed his long hair away from his face.

He muttered under his breath, "God almighty that was some dream.........."

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