2 comments/ 5234 views/ 5 favorites Of Sinners and Saints Ch. 01 By: LustAndDepravity ** Greetings :D ** THANKYOU WindySwimming for editing and helping me out. ** please comment and rate xoxo * Lisa walked hurried towards Skyline, a seventeenth floor building that had some of the most expensive apartments in the city. She checked her watch again. She was ten minutes late. It would take another five minutes to get to the tenth floor. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the elevator. She had worn a pale pink sundress which was demure but elegant. She carried a large handbag which looked out of place with her outfit. Sunlight caught on her pale yellow hair and made it shine like gold. She blushed at the stares that were directed at her. The elevator doors opened with a ping. A few well dressed people got out. She hurried inside and pressed the button for the tenth floor. There was a pit in her stomach. Mr. Goldstein would not be pleased. Mr Goldstein was a professor of Biology at St. Angelo's University and not to mention extremely hot. He taught her class of Microbiology and Immunology. Lisa was failing in Immunology so he had generously offered to give her extra lessons. Lisa was suspicious at first but later dismissed her suspicions as the professor was really very good at what he taught and she really needed to pass. Mr. Goldstein had little patience for later comers. That was why Lisa felt nervous. The elevator doors opened on the tenth floor. Lisa stepped out and knocked on the only door that was there. The door opened with a swoosh and Lisa was face to face with a Greek god. He had a sun kissed complexion. His hair was dark brown and looked so soft. Lisa's fingers itched to touch it. Under his dark, shapely eyebrows were beautiful eyes which were greenish brown in color. They reminded Lisa of a lake in the warmth of summer when the algae started to bloom. He was not bulky but well built thanks to regular laps at the University swimming pool. He wore a white shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. "He looks so freakin' hot!" Lisa's mind screamed at her. No wonder he had all the girls swooning. Mr. Goldstein snapped his fingers in front of her face. Lisa realized that she'd had been staring at him. She chided herself internally and tried to calm her breathing. "You're late," his voice was clipped as he let Lisa come inside. "S-sorry sir," Lisa stammered. Matthew Goldstein waved his hand at the sofa indicating for Lisa to sit down. He tried not to look at her. As she sat her sundress rode up a little and exposed more of her legs. Matthew gulped and looked away. It did not help that he had caught her staring at him dreamily as he had opened the door. She had looked a little flushed and her lips were parted. He massaged his forehead as he mentally shook himself. "Focus, Matt!" he told himself. Lisa looked absolutely radiant. She had caught his eye from the very first lecture but sadly he was her professor and she, his student. He brought out Lisa's Immunology paper. He had been really surprised to see that Lisa had failed Immunology. She'd had average marks in Microbiology and Immunology was much easier. He sat next to her and started discussing the paper. "Lisa, you have lost marks because of silly reasons, see?" he said while pointing at an answer on the paper. "You have mixed up vaccine names. Lisa nodded quietly. Matthew watched her from the corners of his eyes. She wasn't even looking at the paper. Her fingers were knotted on her lap and she was biting her lips. Matthew was beginning to lose his patience. "Lisa! I'm going out of my way to help you. The least you can do is listen to me carefully. Your Microbiology paper was good bit this wasn't. I just can't understand why. You started out well then you messed up even the simple answers." Lisa sighed. Mr. Goldstein was getting angry. She was trying her best to pay attention but her thoughts kept wandering. She knew exactly why she had screwed up her paper and Mr. Goldstein was to blame. Half an hour into the paper he had waltzed in and relieved the supervisor of her duty. As luck would have it she had been sitting on the first bench right in front of the most handsome professor in the entire University. This was not helped by the fact that Lisa had spent the previous night dreaming about him - his mouth on hers, her hands around his neck ... "Lisa!" the professor called out angrily. Lisa snapped out of her daydream and looked at his face. She was soon lost in his eyes. So beautiful, she flushed, took in a difficult breath and then locked her gaze with his. Her body reacted before her mind did. She lifted her chin up towards him, lips parted. Mr. Goldstein gasped as her lips brushed against his. He stilled. "No!" his voice sounded pained. Lisa froze. He didn't want her. She felt pain deep inside. "I should go," she started to get up to leave when Mr. Goldstein hands caught hers. "Stay, please!" he said. He appeared flushed. "But I ... ," she started. "Ever since I saw you I've wanted to do that ... You don't know what I've been through. So close to you and yet so far. It had taken everything that I had not to throw myself at that boy, Ethan, when he was forcing you against the lockers and fling him across the hall ... You are so beautiful ... and ...," he gulped and shut has eyes. When he opened them again, he looked vulnerable. He gulped again, raked his fingers through his hair and looked at her. Even though she felt heartbroken, her fingers itched to touch his hair. And she did. "Oh, Lisa!" he groaned softly. His face looked pained. "We can't do this. I'm your teacher ... ," he whispered although he didn't tell her to stop touching has hair. Lisa slowly lowered her hand and caressed has cheek. "Why not?" her voice faltered. He looked at her sad but heated eyes. For once she felt brave. So she bent and kissed him chaste on the lips. His breath caught. He made no move to touch her nor did he stop her from progressing. She kissed him earnestly. Electricity hummed through her body as she indulged in her secret fantasy "Please, Mr. Goldstein," she whispered. "Matthew, call me Matthew," he said hoarsely. "Matthew," whispered Lisa. She loved the way her tongue touched her upper palate as she said his name. He stilled, breathing hard. "Kiss me, Matthew, please!" He put his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him as his other cradled my face. His hand felt warm and comforting on my face. "Lisa, are you sure?" he asked warily. She answered by kissing him. This time he didn't hold back. He kissed her back. For them it was a kiss worth a year of daydreams, stolen glances and more deliberate than accidental touches. They kissed for a long time . Their lips molded together, tongues teasing. They broke the kiss when they were out of breath. Matthew smiled, dazzling her. She blushed. He was about to kiss her again when the calling bell rang. "Shit!" Matthew cursed and pulled Lisa towards his bedroom. He told her to stay in and not come out at any cost. She agreed and he shut the bedroom door after her. She put her ear against the bedroom door to listen. Matthew opened the front door to find his sister grinning at him. If this were some other time he would have been completely overjoyed to see her. Amy Goldstein was his step-sister but he loved her to the moon and back. She had black wavy hair to her shoulder and coal black eyes. She wore a gray t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. She was five years younger than he just like Lisa. His mouth was dry as Amy hugged him. He took time to return the hug. Amy let go of h m and raised an eyebrow. "You've got a girl here, haven't you!" she said suspiciously. Matthew didn't call her Sherlock for nothing. He decided to spill the beans. Amy could be trusted entirely. Lisa could hear muted voices and then she suddenly hear a loud voice. "What!" It was a woman's voice. Lisa frowned when she realized that she was jealous. Then she heard Matthew's soft voice. She couldn't understand what he was saying and then - "YOU'RE FUCKIN' LIL' MISS GOLDILOCKS HERE?!" Lisa cringed. Only her classmates called her that. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" she heard Matthew roar. It was strangely silent and then she heard a door closing. Matthew called her. She came out rather shakily. Matthew' face was pained. Lisa raised her hand to caress his face but he stepped back. "Don't," his voice was strained. "You should leave now." Tears threatened to spill from Lisa eyes. She snatched her handbag from the sofa and rushed out. She was in such a hurry to leave that she didn't realize that she had dropped her notebook. Matthew looked at Lisa as she left. He hurt so bad. Why did things have to be so complicated? He closed his eyes as the door shut and pursed his lips. He wanted to keep the kiss they shared inside him for a long time. Of Sinners and Saints Ch. 02 I thank Rjjtest1 for editing my story. ***** Amy Goldstein's thoughts were dark and bitter. After Matthew had yelled at her, she had promptly left his apartment without a word. "Mathew is grown man and he is able to make his own decisions," Amy thought. "Although his decisions are very stupid." Amy shook her head and walked towards her home. The small bungalow which Amy called her home was on inside the university campus. She shared it with her friend Annie. Although these bungalows were reserved for guests onto the University, Amy and Annie were allowed to live in them because they were straight- A students and the administration just couldn't say no to such these charming ladies. Also, Amy's parents had powerful contacts, though not that anybody knew about that. As Amy took a turn towards her home, she saw a bright golden head that was turned away from her. Amy grinned in wicked mirth. The golden haired guy had no clue that Amy was sneaking up on him. Amy pinched his ass. Jaime had no clue what hit or rather what pinched him. He yelped loudly. Thankfully, no one was around. He saw Amy walk briskly away from him, clearly trying hard to suppress her laugh. Jaime blushed deeply and sneaked a glance at Amy's retreating body. She was so beautiful and ...strong. Jaime was lost in his day dreams when Amy called out to him, "See you tomorrow evening. Get your books." Jaime was sure that she had winked at him. He could feel himself get excited. Jaime hurriedly walked back to his dorm. Amy was a class above Jaime and she was part of the student tutoring program. And that's how Jaime had the good luck of meeting Amy. Jaime was captivated with her from the moment he saw her. He was more attracted to her personality than to Amy herself. She exuded self- confidence and had a sense of authority in her aura. Jaime had long fantasied about domineering women and now his tutor was one too. On their third tutoring session at Amy's place, she had seduced him and 'popped his cherry'. Jaime could still remember the sounds of his screams as he came and the way he cried. It was that intense. Parts of his body were covered with angry, pink welts. His arms had hurt from being tied to the bedpost for a long time. He remembered the smug look on Amy's face. He remembered the ghost of a kiss on his lips and her soft voice as she had whispered, "Good boy." Jaime shivered and smiled. He looked forward to the next day. Amy smiled fondly as she thought about the circumstances that had led her to the cute golden haired boy. He was so innocent and gave himself to her so willingly. Amy opened the front door of her house and went in. Amy smiled wickedly as her eyes set on the writhing body of a women tied to a chair. Amy chuckled and walked slowly toward the chair like a predator assessing her pretty, delicious prey. The woman of the chair begged with her eyes as she couldn't speak. Her mouth had a ball gag. "Poor Annie," Amy purred as her finger flicked a hardening nipple. Annie's legs were tied to the armrests of the chair and her hands were tied to her back with a white colored rope, which incidentally contrasted well against her coffee colored skin. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a bun. Her legs were opened wide, her most intimate area open for the world to see. A shiny pink vibrator hummed happily against her glistening pussy. Annie whimpered pathetically. The vibrator had stimulated her to a great height but she was yet to fall and come. Amy could see that and she reveled in the fact that she was the one in control of poor Annie's orgasm. Annie squirmed in her chair. She could see Amy's smug face. She could walk away from this humiliating arrangement any day but she just couldn't. Why couldn't she? Maybe somewhere in the dark crevices of her subconscious she loved the debasement of being forced to orgasm. Amy kneeled between her spread thighs. Annie rolled her eyes in her mind. This was one of the rare times Amy kneeled in front of anybody. The stupid vibrator was set on the lowest level. Amy had set her up in this way in the morning when she had left to see her brother. The vibrator had teased her, but not enough to get her off . Amy licked her inner thigh and Annie jerked, groaning through her gag. Amy could smell all the delicious juices. She pressed the vibrator to Annie's clit and circled it. "Under no circumstances you are to come until I say so," she said sternly. Amy then took a dark nipple into her mouth and suckled on it for a while and then, without warning, she bit down hard on down it, at the same time turning the vibrator to high. Annie's body shuddered like a tree during a storm as she came hard. Her pussy juices covered the seat of the chair. She had tears running downs her cheeks. She had lost . Amy tutted her tongue disapprovingly. "Awoh poor Annie. You've lost," Amy sneered. Ah! Time for punishment. This was the thing she was looking forward to the most. Annie just whimpered and shook from her earth- shattering orgasm. As Annie was still reeling from the earth- shattering orgasm she had, and then the grim reality of what had occurred set in. Amy untied Annie's hands and legs. Annie rubbed them . "I am saying this again, Annie: you are free to say no. Nothing will change ," Amy voice softened a bit and then like a snake her thumb flicked across her unabused nipple. Annie gasped. She could say no. Hell, she wanted to say no, but she couldn't. After an awkward silence, Amy smiled wickedly. "I'll take that as a yes, dear Annie," Amy purred. "You will collect all your juices that your cute little pussy has ejected in your hand and feed it to yourself. I don't want to see a single drop get wasted and then you're free to go and do whatever you were doing before I interrupted you." Annie felt like crying. She had never tasted pussy before. She was grossed out. But she had little choice. She slid a finger up and down her slit and brought it close to her mouth. Her own smell hit her nose and she cringed. It wasn't bad, but this felt so bad. It felt very naughty. She felt herself get aroused again. She quickly collected all the juice she could and swallowed them. It wasn't half as bad as she had thought it to be. She was so engrossed in cleaning herself that she didn't see Amy leave the room.