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To Love the Professor

By: pjtown8



Late! I can't believe I was late for my first class. I was currently lost and running through Diggs Hall looking for room 398.

"Where the hell is it?" I said to myself. After being at this University for nearly 4 years you would think I would have some sense of direction but I feel as lost as ever. Since the fire burned the old Diggs Hall down and with enough donations the Historical Williamson University was able to build this massive building.

I was over twenty minutes late and I was already feeling reluctant about taking the class. It has nothing to do with the class itself but the professor in particular. In fact, he is the main reason why I was late getting to class.

I can't forget my best friend Carmen's excitement, when I told her I had Blaire as one of my professors this year at a late lunch today. I had been sitting there waiting for Carmen at our usual hangout spot, Gigi's Café. She was already ten minutes late and she knew how much it irked me when people were late. My friends would call me anal but I liked to call it punctual.

I had been sipping my caramel latte when my mind started to relax. I began to feel excitement because it was my last semester at the University. It would finally be one of the best years of my life. It was the year that all my hard work, late-night study sessions, fingernail biting and eye gouging, had all led to. I would be graduating and earning a B/A in History.

"Yay me! You finally did it Emma," I screeched in my mind and gave myself an imaginary pat on the back.

Winter break had come and went and now I was approaching the beginning of a brand new spring semester. It was a bittersweet moment to be leaving behind Williamson and the beautiful state of Virginia. However I would soon be trading it in for the hot summer sun of California, so I can't complain. I had just received notice over winter break that I had been accepted into Stanford University for the fall semester for Pre-Law.

I wasn't the only one thrilled about me getting into one of the most prestigious law schools in the country. I can still remember the smile on my Father's face. His smile was quickly followed with, "I am so proud of you Emma, and I know your Mother would have been proud," he said just a week ago. Again I was left with another bittersweet feeling as I thought about my Mother. She died when I was twelve, from ovarian cancer. Her death left my Father heartbroken and his solution was to focus on his new big time architect ventures and investments. With the death of my Mother, I came to identify him as an absentee Father, who relied on nannies to raise his preteen daughter. It was when I was thirteen that I was awaken to the harsh reality of my Father's test trials with the nanny's. A friend had dished to me about the rumors involving my Father fucking nearly all my nannies and several mom's from the country club. For years I had nannies and my Father had a new women. They were all vying for a chance with the young and wealthy Tom Carrington. However, once the women desired more than a casual affair, they were often carted away. I had had a total of 11 nanny up until I was sixteen. When I reached the prime age of sixteen, it was agreed that I would attend an all-girls finishing school in Connecticut.

"Emma!" I heard a high pitch voice yell my name. I woke up from my small moment of relaxation to see Carmen, my very late best friend. I watched her cross the room catching the eyes of the male population occupying the café at the moment. Carmen was the first friend I gained at college and she also was my dorm mate for two years. She is a sultry Latina, who has rich caramel color skin and has legs that go on for days. She seems giant when comparing her 5'8 height to my 5'6 height. She also has luscious long dark chocolate locks that make my honey blonde hair seem quit dull. Then to add the icing on the cake, she has curves in all the right places that make me slightly jealous when I compare my B cup size to her D.

"Hey Carmen," I speak to her as she sit down.

"Jesus, you had me thinking you had gone deaf over the winter break," Carmen said laughingly and I giggled.

"No, not deaf, just thinking about this semester and how in less than 5 months we will graduate!" My voice no longer hiding my excitement to be so close to finishing. Carmen smiled brighter, when I mentioned that we were both graduating this year.

"I know right, but it seems so sad, you will be leaving me...Rose and Jessica," she said as she frowned. Rose and Jessica are our other two best friends. They both graduated last year from Williamson. Rose, who is the oldest is currently working as a nurse at Sentara and Jessica works as an event planner and own an upscale restaurant with her parents in the city.

"You guys are welcome to come visit me in the hot sunny sun," I smiled at her. "We will have so much fun!" I commented.

"I know...but it is so far," she said as she pouted. She and everyone else have been riding my back about me going so far. With my LSAT scores I was able to get accepted into Yale, Williamson, Penn, and of course Stanford. However I was tired of the east coast and I had to take hold of my Manifest Destiny and migrate west. I knew if we stayed on this subject, I would be steady arguing my case and decided to focus our attention on our current classes this semester.

"So who did you get?" I asked her.

"I got Hill this year for Calculus," Carmen said with exasperation. "What shitty luck this year for me. I got all professor that have hard on's for making student suffer," she said as she huffed.

"What do you expect when you plan on becoming a Mathematician," I stated as I tried to hide my smirk. "I am just lucking I got all my math finished with last year, now I just have Government, English and Humanities to keep me going this year," I said as I sighed with relief. Yes, I would have all easy classes this final year...well except for Government.

"Don't remind me about anything history related...I have Mr. Price a.k.a "Old Perverted" for U.S. History," she said with another groan. I recall having him two semesters ago. He was indeed a very old lecherous man in his late fifties and more likely will face a sexual harassment lawsuit in the near future, judging by his perverted commentary on the female sex.

"So, I got Price for History, Hill for Math, and Casey for Humanity," she said as she looked at her schedule.

"Me too, I got Casey for Humanity and Fulton for English," I said to her.

"Who do you have for Government?" she asked me. I knew she would asked me and I knew she had some inclination on who is teaching Government...everyone knew...ever since he came...nearly two years ago.

"Who is it?" she asked with more determination.

"I have...Blaire," I stated quickly. I was barely able to get his name out before Carmen screeched.

"Really?" she yells. I hush her quickly but she is grinning from ear to ear. "You got that gorgeous God?" she asked me.

"Yes, but it was not by choice," I finally answered.

"Why not...do you know how bad I wish I was a History major so I had a reason to take his class?" she practically yelled at me again.

"You know why," I stated with a scowl. Sebastian Blaire was everything wrong with the male sex. I mean sure he was gorgeous, if you like that Greek God look. He had deep green eyes, dark hair, and the movie star smile that was made to melt the panties off the female sex and a few males. He was an arrogant, male, misogynistic pig that not only sleeps with his female student but probably half the staff at the university.

"I think your being a little bit bias," she smirked. "You've never even met the man," she stated.

"But I have heard and seen enough of him, he is nothing but a misogynistic pig that sleeps with anything with a skirt," I stated my previous thoughts. Some would just say I was sour because I want to be with him or that I am a feminist man hater. However, that is untrue I don't hate men, I just hate that particular type of man.

My Father was liked that after my Mother's death. I remember those women and when I grew up, I desperately never wanted to be anything like them and I never wanted a man, who...I hate to say is a male whore like my Father.

"Well if he came anywhere near me, he can have what he wants under my skirt," she laughed making me break my train of thought. I could hear other individual who were seated next to us laugh.

"You're a pervert," I giggled at my friend's blatant sex comments.

"Well you need to get laid," she teased me back.

"Aren't you still dating Brandon?" I asked her as I changed the topic.

"Yes, but I can't help but feel turned on when I see that man," she said.

"How old is he?" I just happen to inquired.

"I believe he is 32 and has been teaching here for 2 years," Carmen said.

"He is so young...how can he be a professor?" I asked.

"Well from what I heard from a friend, Blaire is doing Dean Harris a favor by volunteering his time here after Mr. Frank had passed away during mid-semester. They haven't found anyone truly qualified to take Mr. Frank place," Carmen said. I remember Mr. Frank, he managed the debate team I was in. I also recall the day he died and the ambulance outside Wythe Hall and rolling Mr. Frank out on a gurney after he had a heart attack and died. After his death, I never went back to the debate club and currently Mr. Price is the manager.

"They haven't found a replacement?" I asked.

"No one as qualified as him...he is one of the top attorney's in this area and his very distinguish family are one of the major benefactors here at the college. He could probably have the job if he wanted but I heard it is just temporary or like pro bono work," Carmen said. Carmen seemed to know a lot about him, but nearly everyone knew about him coming to the campus to teach and the campus was still buzzing about him. I remember catching a glimpse of him during the ceremony for the new Diggs Hall. He had a muscular built to his body even though he was covered up at the time.

"From what I heard, he digs blonde," Carmen teased. I laughed because I doubt he cares what the hair color is, he just wants them easy.

"He's a pig, he probably likes anything in a skirt," I said.

"He was with Lisa and Alexis, both blondes," she said. "You do remember Alexis?" she asked.

"From the sorority?" I asked. Carmen nodded and I gasped. "She slept with him?" I asked.

"Supposedly," she said. "She said that once she got to his place, she shared a little wine, and then he gets down to business. He takes her to bedroom and then fucks her and told her to leave right after. He leaves no time for conversation or intimate talk for the morning. They say he is very cold in regard to his affairs and he is in and out and that's it and the women never stay the night," Carmen stated. Hearing those words sounded so disappointing for some reason. It reminded me of my first time, during prom night. My prom date ended up bailing out on me after we hooked up. He at least left me a note but it seems so harsh and cold.

Carmen continued to feed me information on my current professor. I soon became wrapped up in the he say, she say gossip. I was completely caught up in my thought that I didn't even catch the time.

"Is that the time?" I asked Carmen as I looked at the clock behind her head.

"Yup, a few minutes after 4," she said.

"Shit...I am late," I stated.

"Oh! That's right class start today for 16 week," she said. Since the Government class covered such a large portion, my first day was Monday instead of Tuesday like everyone else. Also instead having class twice a week, I have Government everyday with Blaire from 4 to 6 except on Fridays.

"I'm never late," I complained as I stood up and reached in purse for money.

"Hey, I'll pay for the latte, you need to get to class. Make up an excuse on your way," she had stated. I ran out of the café trying to create an excuse in my head on my way to Diggs Hall.

I was current retracing the hall way of Diggs Hall. I felt overwhelmed with searching for this class and slightly on the verge of a panic attack.

"You look like a chicken running around with its head cut off!" I heard a masculine voice chuckle from behind me. I slowly turned around and my eyes trailed up a very tall and muscular male body. He was dressed in dark denim, dark blue polo and was wearing navy Van's. My eyes eventually landed on a pair of beautiful brown eyes. He was indeed gorgeous as I ogled this blonde gorgeous hunk who was giving a smile that was causing heart palpitations. He smiled more as I nervously chuckled and I couldn't help but feel giddy.

"Yeah, you could say that," I said.

"Are you a freshmen?" he asked.

"No...definitely not a freshmen...I actually a senior...it's my last Semester and I will have a Bachelors," I said as a smiled formed on my face. I began to wonder if he was an underclassman since I had never seen him before.

"I am also in my last year here, I'm studying for my Masters," he said as he smiled at me. I thought he looked a little older than me or could possibly be a T.A.

"Masters, wow!" I said with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, in English, I just transferred here from University of Virginia about two years ago," he said. "Names Mason," he said. He held out his hand and smiled at me as we shook hands.

"My names Emma," I said as I smiled at him. I caught a glimpse at his watch and muttered "Shit! I'm going to be late," I groaned.

"What's the class number?" he asked me.

"398...but I've been through the hall and it only goes up to 200's," I muttered. I handed him my schedule and he nodded his head.

"It is on the second floor, the elevator is down the hall to the right," he said. "Do you need help finding it?" he asked me. I saw him smirk at me as he handed me my schedule back. He was indeed gorgeous and from the way he was leaning in, I could tell he was flirting with me.

"No...I think I will be able to find it," I said as I smiled. "Thank you," I said as I looked up at him and then glance at my cell phone. I gasped as I saw the time and took off toward the elevator.

"Dam!" I muttered as I got onto the elevator.

I was now currently exiting the elevator onto the second floor of Diggs Hall. I was over thirty minutes late. I navigated the hall way till I came to room 398. I can hear voices from behind the door as I caught my breath and entered into the room.

It was rows of seating as I looked around the classroom and from first glance there had to be over 50 students. I looked toward the front and saw Professor Blaire, he was currently writing something on the board.

"Class!" I heard his loud masculine voice ring out around the classroom. "Can someone tell me the University's policy in regards to lateness," he said to the class as he turned around.

I had a deer caught in headlights expression as I stood in the middle of classroom. My eyes were met with a pair of dark fringe eyes of a very gorgeous male. His eyes were looking at me and at no one else. He had short dark chestnut hair that was in a slight unkempt mess. His face, was just as I remember but he was currently wearing a slight five o'clock shadow. His gaze was currently meeting mine, just as much as my gaze was meeting his. My mind wanted to look away yet my subconscious begged me to keep my eyes trained on him.

There was a slight cough and the trance was broken as he directed his eyes to a student in the front row. "Mr. Harris," he stated to a guy sitting up front who had a hand slightly raise. He cleared his throat when Professor Blaire had called on him and he lifted a sheet of paper.

"According to the school policy, section II: Students must attend class in a timely manner. Three tardies equals one absence. Tardies may be excused under specific circumstances. Student are only allowed up to three absences before the student is dismissed from the course and receives an incomplete," Harris stated.

"Thank you Harris," Professor Blaire stated. "So, now that you are familiar with my policy and the school policy perhaps you have an excuse?" he questioned.

"Um..." I muttered.

"Um is not a word," he smirked. "Would you care to argue your case again?" he asked.

"No," I said.

"No what? No you don't have an excuse or no to arguing your case?" he asked me. He was slowly starting piss me off. I manage to keep my cool, knowing in my mind I could argue circles around him without even blinking. However, this was nor the time or place and it was certainly not a debate.

"No to both inquiries Professor Blaire," I conveyed to him. I also didn't have an excuse, unless you could say being distracted and caught up in a conversation about him.

"Everyone else is familiar with the policies for this course, you are currently the only one tardy, Ms. Carrington," he stated my name. I sighed, what a day this was for me. "Ms. Carrington, you do understand this is an intense 16 week course that requires you to attend class 4 times a week?" he asked me.

"Yes," I stated. I was truly hating the fact that I was being spoken to as though I was a child but I still manage to keep my cool.

"Well Ms. Carrington, I am feeling very lenient just for this evening since class will officially start tomorrow," he said. "Please have a seat," he smiled at me. I sat down in the back row, a small distance from everyone. I scoped everyone out but my eyes met him as he stood in front of the classroom and spoke.

My eye glanced over and over again from the olive complexion of his skin that truly made him look every bit of a Greek God. His dark hair which looked as though he just ran his fingers through it...or perhaps a female student. Then those dark wolf like eyes that were meant to track the female sex. I also notice a tattoo on his wrist as he was pointing to something on the board. As I looked harder I could make out Greek letter, indicating he was once in a fraternity. I felt completely caught in my cross examination that I didn't even see him come over this way. I didn't even hear him asked me a question as I looked up at him to see emerald green eyes and to see his firm pink lips moving as he spoke to me.

"I'm sorry...what...what did you asked?" I asked as all my senses came on alert. I caught a hint of his masculine scent, he smelled like wilderness, sandalwood, and fresh linen. It was pleasing to my nostril as I inhaled his scent.

"I asked you Ms. Carrington, why is Government important according to what Ferguson put in the text?" he asked me again as he looked down at me and I looked up. He was extremely tall, he had to be at least 6 feet and I am only 5'6'.

"Oh...um," I stated.

"Remember, um is not answer," he stated. The students in the classroom began to giggle at me and I felt a bit irritated. "Will you try again for the third time?" he questioned. He had this sly smirk on his face as he looked at me.

"According to Ferguson, Government is a key essential towards our society, it promotes justice and instills values in us as a society," I stated.

"Seem like someone read the prologue, thank you Ms. Carrington," he said as he smiled at me. Soon I was smiling back at him as I said you are welcome. He turned away and began quizzing other students and earning a few chuckles from others. I noticed that he referred to all his student by first name but he referred to me by my last name and I found it odd. He was asking a few more question on Chapter 1 and 2. I was glad I took the time to read and answer all the questions he had asked.

Before I knew it, it was six o'clock and he was dismissing class. He reminded us to take notes from Chapter 3 and 4 and then hinted that there might be a possible quiz tomorrow.

I stood up and gather my textbook when I heard him call my name. "Ms. Carrington," he spoke.

"Yes Professor Blaire," I stated. Without words he used his pointer finger and instructed me to come to his desk. Students filed out quickly pass me as he they vacated the classroom. When the traffic was gone and the classroom was empty I approached his desk.


To Love the Professor Ch. 02



When I woke the next morning I was suffering from lack of sleep. I dreamt about Blaire, but I came to a conclusion. He had no interest in me and I really don't want him to be interested in me either. That settled, I rose from bed and headed to the shower.

However, I felt as though I was in a daze as I completed my usual morning routine. While in the shower, my thoughts drifted to Sebastian. I imagined that olive toned skin and well-toned body under the shower spray. I began to wonder if he had any more tattoos besides the one that graced his hand. I sighed, because it was not doing me any good to stand there and imagine about him. "Hell! I am just wasting gallons of water," I cursed myself as I climbed out the shower. I quickly tackled my other morning routines such as brushing my teeth, fixing my hair and applying as little makeup as possible.

I was out of the bathroom and into the closet in no time. I opted for a toffee brown colored sweater dress because it was still chilly, black tights and brown boots.

Once I was dressed, I went into the kitchen and made a list of items I needed to restock fridge. Hopefully after breakfast I would have time to stop at the grocery store before my 10 am class.

After the list was made, I wiped down the kitchen counter and straightened up. Then I headed out the door, locking it behind me. I was going to take the elevator; however I believe I am being stalked by Mitchell, who is a guy that lives two floors down. He is in his late forties, at least, and consistently asks me to have coffee with him every morning. Sometimes he requests that I join him for dinner or drinks. Ever since I helped him with a couple of boxes when he moved in, he assumes that it is open season on me. 

I decided to take the stairs because it leads to the parking garage rather than the lobby of the building where I might run into him. I finally got down to ground level and approached the door that leads out to the garage. However, the minute I opened the door, there was Mitchell scaring the hell out of me.

"Jesus...you scared me!" I exclaimed. He gave me an eerie smile which made me want to take five steps back. He then giggled and mouthed, "Sorry." 

"It's fine," I replied.

"I thought I had missed you or you were sick because I have not seen you in elevator so long," he stated. 

"Well, classes have started back up...so I am just busy," I explained. "Why can't I just say it is none of your fucking business where I have been," I complain to myself but know that I am too nice to say that. 

"I see you take the stairs, and I recently began taking the stairs as well," he continues. "Bullshit!" I think. "I have been taking the stairs for nearly a week and I have never seen him."

"Oh...um...yeah...it's good for cardio," I offer. He is definitely a stalker or maybe he thinks that because I don't bring a guy home that I am lonely. Well, I am lonely but not lonely enough to accept him.

"If you like some real cardio...I could recommend a couple of things...or my local gym," he says suggestively. I nearly threw up in my mouth as I began to understand his meaning. Controlling my gag reflexes, I tried my best just to laugh off his comment.

"Oh...on campus there is a gym," I replied quickly. "Speaking of campus, I am running late for class...talk to you later." I moved passed him, but he grabbed my arm and it startled me. His grip was firm and his palms were sweaty and I did not like it.

"Oh...I have something to ask you...I got tickets for Lana Del Rey...and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me," he asks. I love Lana but not enough to go with Mitchell.

"I am sorry, but I have night classes. Plus I am so busy with homework," I answer. I am twenty two...why the hell does he think I would be interested in a forty-something year old? He is probably a few years younger than my dad...how gross is that? I mean I have dated a man that was forty...well thirty nine but it's different. It was nearly a year ago when I met Paul Harris, a sub-architect that worked with my father. He was sweet but he was forward and quick in regards to where he wanted the relationship to go. He was already looking towards marriage and kids, and we hadn't even slept together. We ended things because I told him I wasn't in that stage of my life.

"That's fine Emma," he said as he let go my arm. "Maybe we can do something next week." 

"I'll see," I said. "I should get to class." I took off toward my car and saw that he was still standing there as I drove off. You would have thought he would have taken the hint last time.

I arrived at Carmen's place and she exited as I pulled up. Carmen quickly climbed into the car as I was fiddling with the CD player. I was playing another composition by Mozart.

"Uh, excuse me!" she uttered and irritation was laced within Carmen's tone.

"What?" I asked although I already knew what this was about.

"What did I tell about playing this boring shit?" she complained.

"It's not boring!" I defended.

"If it can put you to sleep....trust me it is boring. Please put on something sexy and upbeat," she demanded. I flipped back to satellite radio and changed to a popular station. Soon the car was booming with the sounds of FloRida. "Now that's what I am talking about," she enthused.

"Yes, that is exactly what I wanted. I want to go deaf by the time I am 25," I remarked. The booming base was indeed affecting my eardrums.

"No, I am trying to make you live!" she continued. "It is time...we are on our last year and I feel it is indeed time for you to get out and enjoy yourself. You can't live this way forever, it's time for you to experience the world, perhaps before we graduate." I could understand what she meant, as sometimes my life feels closed off or that something is lacking. It wouldn't be so bad to finally be adventurous and live.

The restaurant was really booming as we arrived and headed for the door. It was nearly impossible to get a table and under Jessica's watchful eye the restaurant franchise not only expanded but tripled their profits.

Carmen and I were greeted with hugs from Jessica and Rose. Rose was still decked out in scrubs as I looked her over. She looked a bit exhausted as I examined the dark circles under her eyes and her curly brunette locks looked washed out. Rose is model height, has a pixie-like face and a small figure, with a very natural pale complexion. She is also the only one in the group that is married. 

The conversation quickly began to flow the minute we were seated. Before long the conversation quickly became focused on boyfriends and spouses. I had no information to share because I am single. It is not like I don't date, I have dated and met guys but none...I mean none have ever got my heart pumping or caused that feeling of undeniable attraction.

"Well...not until yesterday," my mind whispered as I recalled that small moment with Professor Blaire. I felt nearly everything when I came into contact with him. I had a similar feeling with Mason, however it wasn't as strong as my feelings towards Blaire.

"Emma!" I heard someone call. I turned to see Rose's lips moving and calling my name.

"Jesus Em, stop spacing out!" Carmen said while trying to get my attention. "She has been doing it more frequently this semester."

"I get so side tracked," I explained.

"Well she was doing it even more yesterday....as a matter of fact..." Carmen began to speak but I quickly shushed her. "Please don't," I said quickly. I knew what she was leading to and going to say.

"What happened?" Jessica asked this time.

"Em might have a crush on Professor Blaire," Carmen spoke out. Everyone gasped and I growled in anger at Carmen. I could possibly kill her or at the least reveal some dirty secrets of hers.

"Is it true?" Rose asked.

"She has him for government and she talked about the little moment they shared in class and I believe he might share mutual feelings," Carmen said. I couldn't argue in regards her comments. He and I did share a moment and he was staring at me hard, like he wanted to take me to his cave and have his way with me. I also had a feeling that I wouldn't protest.

"He is so very gorgeous..." Jessica said.

"He is also a male whore," Rose interrupted and provided Jessica insight on Sebastian. "You don't need to have anything to do with him."

"I am not interested in him," I assured. I felt flustered as I finally got a word into the conversation. 

"Sure you're not," Carmen chuckled.

"First of all, I know his type and I want nothing to do with him. Second, it wasn't like he said he was interested in me...he might have checked me out but nothing more. Lastly, I only have one thing on my mind and that is graduating this year," I told them. 

"Oh, you're interested and so is he, don't try to deny it," Carmen giggled. "Also there is nothing wrong with having a little fun before we graduate," she stated.

"I know I had plenty of fun and still am!" Jessica stated.

"You should avoid him at all cost," Rose said in a serious tone.

"Hard to avoid him, since she has him for government," Carmen commented with a sly smirk on her face.

"Yes, I have government with him and believe me, I tried to get out of it," I told her again.

"You should let it ride out and ride him in the process," Jessica teased. Soon the whole table was suffering from laughing fits.

"You guys are making it more than what it is. He is not into me. He has hundreds of other girls at his beck and call, and I will not become one of them. I just want to pass this class and graduate," I stated in my serious tone. "Now let's drop the subject and eat breakfast, I have class later this morning," I remind them. I saw the smirk on Jessica's face and also Carmen's. The only one that was being serious was Rose.

We ate breakfast and had a little bit of conversation. We were later interrupted by Carmen's boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon is a T.A. at the college and he is also Professor Landing's son. Brandon kissed her lips and then pulled her away and whispered something in her ear. We all knew that those two were famous for partaking in a little afternoon delight. 

Carmen smiled wider and turned to us. "Well...I have to go help Brandon go find something...you know how men are, absolutely lost without us," she said in a nonchalant tone. She and Brandon said goodbye and then headed out of the restaurant.

"Those two are like rabbits, if you know what I mean," Jessica said laughingly. Rose laughed and I giggled as well. However I truly had no idea what she meant because, unlike them, I had no significant other.

After breakfast was over, I said goodbye and ran to class. I opted to go to the grocery store later since the time for class was so close.

I arrived at Templin Hall and went to my Western Civilizations class where I ran into Carmen. I was surprised to see her, knowing that she and Brandon can sometimes get carried away and forget time when partaking in their sexcapades.

"Hey Carmen," I greeted her.

"Hey Em," Carmen said to me as we met up and headed into class together. It is the only class we share this year.

We both occupied the middle seats as other students began to enter the classroom. Carmen borrowed a spare highlighter from me as I began to setup my items on the desk. Professor Jones quickly came into the classroom, apologizing for her own tardiness.

"Good evening everyone," she stated. She then prompted us all to stand up and introduce ourselves to the class and list one our favorite hobbies or activities. When it was my turn, I chose to leave my last name out because I don't want to be labeled as the billionaire's daughter forever. After all, I came to college to start something new. I talked about my favorite activity, which is swimming. Swimming is an enthusiasm that I get from both of my parents. I smiled and then quickly sat down and began to think about them. 

My father and mother both met when they were on the swim team at Williamson. My mother planned to be on the Olympic swim team during her fourth year at the University but fell pregnant and opted out. After she found out that she was pregnant she put her dreams behind her and my father, and she and my father married. I remember that she smelled of Gardenias and her honey-blonde hair, which is so much like mine. Both of my parents had blue eyes so I got my eye color from the both of them. I also have a very petite body; in fact, I think I am shorter than most swimmers.

We began the course with the long grueling chapters one and two. With a textbook of over a thousand pages long, I knew this would be a very long course.

After Humanities wrapped up Carmen and I grabbed lunch before her 1:00pm class. We went to Panera and dined on soup and citrus tea. After partaking in lunch I waved goodbye to Carmen and since I didn't have class until 2:00pm, I decided to go bother Jessica at her family's restaurant. It was a nice short walk from Templin Hall through the park to get to the restaurant, rather than burn more fossil fuel.

As I entered the restaurant, I ran into Mrs. Chancellor, who is Jessica's mother. She was dressed in a beige-colored suite and classic pearls, with her dirty blond hair in a fancy up do. There was no doubt she was one her way to a ladies luncheon or charitable event where they discuss how to be the perfect wife and how to fix the world. I watched her face light up as she saw me enter.

"Emma...sweetheart it is so good to see you," she said as she rushed over to hug me and I hugged her back.

"Hello Mrs. Chancellor, it is good to see you. How are you? How is Mr. Chancellor? I asked her.

"Remember to call me Jane," she said as she pulled back and smiled at me. "I am doing fine and so is Paul," she said as she discussed her husband and herself. "I'm just keeping busy, and Paul been playing golf, since his retirement," Jane said. "How have you been?" she asked. "Anything new happening?" 

"Nothing much...just trying to finish up with school," I answered as I smiled at her.

"That is great, I remember when Jessica and Wesley were finishing up," she said to me.

"How is that son of your?" I asked. I knew I really shouldn't ask, knowing that she was trying to set me up with her only son, Wesley.

"Wesley is doing great. His practice is doing wonderful as well," Jane responded with a smile on her face. "He has been asking about you...I was thinking you could join us this Sunday or next Sunday for our annual family dinner here at the restaurant?" she asked me.

"Um...that sounds great," I said. I knew I couldn't turn her down because she has always been so nice to me and treats me like a daughter. When all four of us were roommates last year and the years before, she considered Jessica friends as her daughters and I really needed a mother figure during those early college days. I can now say I know the proper way to sit, speak, and serve tea like a lady. I chuckled as I thought about all four us having to partake in Mrs. Chancellor's social events.

"Well I will remind Jessica or you can tell her, she is in the back," she said to me. "I have to go. I am meeting the ladies at the country club this afternoon," she said as she hugged and air kissed my cheeks once more.

I headed to the back where Jessica's office is located and didn't bother to knock. I walked into the office and stopped in my tracks. There was Jessica leaning over the desk and being plundered by Alex, Jessica's head chef at the restaurant and her on and off boyfriend.

I quickly backed out of the office and closed the door. I waited a few minutes and was going to knock but then the door quickly opened. I watched as Alex came out the door and he was adjusting his clothes. He showed no sign of embarrassment; he just grinned and left the office.

I pushed the door further open and walked back in to see that Jessica was having a fit of giggles. Soon I began to laugh as I thought about what Carmen had said.

"What's so funny?" she asked me as she tried to stop laughing.

"I am thinking about what Carmen told me about not needing a bed because furniture works just as well...well, in your case, a desk," I said laughing and then she began to laugh.

"Chairs as well," she said.

"Please, say it is not the chair I am sitting in?" I begged and pretended to be serious for a minute.

"No," she chuckled and I began to giggle. "So what brings you by?" she asked me.

"Just wasting time until class starts," I said honestly.

"You've eaten?" she asked.

"Yes, I also talked with Momma Jane. I am having dinner at your house Sunday or next Sunday, depending on the possible boatload of homework," I said.

"Is she still trying to match-make you with my brother?" she questioned.

"I believe so," I said.

"As much as I would love for you to be my sister, I know that my brother is a dog or male whore as his ex's would say," she said as we both giggled.

"Don't worry....I have seen his type in action. I will not be persuaded," I answered her as I stood up. I decided to head back to campus and maybe stop at the library.

"Where are you headed? I thought you came here to waste time," she said to me.

"Well, I thought you might want a little more of Alex, since I so rudely interrupted," I answered. "Plus I want to go for a walk and burn off some calories...I mean we can't all have mind blowing sex to work extra calories off," I teased her.

"You could...if you just stop with that whole man hating vibe you give off. You're a beautiful girl and guys want you, but you bite their heads off before they get a chance to approach," she said. "There is nothing wrong with having fun...because once you're out in the real world and out of college...everything is so serious. There are times I get to play but for the rest of the day I have to be serious," she said. "All work and no play make Emma a very dull girl," she admonished. I began to giggle but I really did get what she was saying. I was a little severe toward the male sex and hadn't had time to play in a long time. I get the urge...I mean I am a woman and I had sex before...it wasn't good the first time but I knew it could be better...under the right leadership, such as a man with experience.

"Do you understand what I am saying?" she asked me.

"Yes, I get what you're saying," I answered. Jessica walked me out of the restaurant and I told her that I would see her family either this Sunday or next.

I began to walk across the main square and then walked over the historic bridge. Tossing a penny into the water and wishing for luck. I then headed to the library and grabbed a copy of Jane Austen's Emma. The book is a favorite of mine that my mother used to read to me. I am also named after the main character in the novel, although my father said I was also named for his great aunt, Emmeline.

I chose to park myself in the back in the historical part in the library. As I curled up into the chair and began to read, I remembered my mother and father tucking me into bed and taking time to read me sections of the book and sometimes even the whole book.

I was daydreaming about the past when I heard, "Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way" from a male voice. I was startled out of my daydream and sat up in the chair, while closing my book.

"Who's there?" I asked. I looked through a section of library books where I saw movement.

"I never pegged you for a fan of Austen, yet it not surprising since the main character has your name," the voice spoke again. He had a laughing manner as he spoke to me. Indeed the man had quoted a section from the book I was currently reading.

"I would also say you are an admirer of Austen," I said as I approached the book case, still unable to view the man. "I mean, there are very few people who can quote Austen, especially off the top of their head," I said as I smiled.




To Love the Professor Ch. 02



I then slowly ventured around the section of books, thinking I finally caught my mystery man however it was deserted. I looked down further hoping to find the man who can quote Austen but no one was there.

"How odd," I whispered as I turned around and was startled to see Professor Blair.

"Looking for me?" he said with a grin on his face and I quickly recognized his voice.

"You're the one who quoted Emma to me?" I asked him.

"Yes. Believe it or not prior to getting involved with the fine world of law...I was getting a B/A in English lit," he revealed to me. I saw his eyes taking another slow journey down my body. There was no denying it now, he was checking me out. He was quickly having the same effect on me that I experienced while fantasizing about him in the shower this morning. My own eyes began to roam over him, starting with his face. His green eyes are so bright....brighter than evergreen.....and his smile is perfect......and his sensual lips needed to be on my skin. My eyes slowly traveled down his neck to his chest and then his stomach. They finally landed on his lower region, and my cheeks flushed so I quickly adverted them from that particular section of his khaki pants. I then saw he was holding a stack of books.

"Are all those for class this evening?" I asked him.

"Yes, we will be covering this material today in class," he said.

"That is lot for the first week," I said as I gained the courage to look him back in the eyes.

"I like to take the first time rough," he said as his eyes bored into mine. "It helps weed out the individuals who aren't up to the task," he smirked. My face quickly began to flush again and my heart began to feel the effects of his glances.

"Hold these," he said as he thrust some of the books in my hands and I quickly gathered them in my arms.

"Um...I have a class at 2:00pm," I said to him.

"Help me run these to my office and then I'll let you go," he said as he reached down and tucked a honey-blond curl behind my right ear. "I promise," he whispered. He waved me to walk in front of him and I quickly felt his eyes on my backside. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder to see his eyes completely focused on my backside and I quickly began to feel warmer. I quickly walked out of the library with him hot on my tail. I made my way across the promenade and into Diggs Hall and turned down the History hallway.

However, I am completely unaware of where his office is and I came to abrupt halt. He collided directly into me in the isolated hall, and the books flew out of my arms and I felt his arms wrap around my small waist to hold me steady. He pulled me so close to his body that I couldn't even move. My breathing quickened as I felt him pulling me even closer to his body, and I soon felt his hardness against my back. I wasn't turned off by it....instead it turned me on and made me feel hotter. I soon felt both his hands drift down to my hips and I gasped as I felt his fingers grip them tighter. I soon felt his right hand slowly gliding back to my midriff and I felt him lean in and his member poked into my lower back further.

"Um," I moaned aloud as his fingertips tried to brush through the material of my sweater dress. I was about to demand he take me anywhere...just so I can be with him. However, I heard a door close and his hands quickly dropped as he pulled away from me, but he kept one hand on my arm. I turned around and looked at him. He was staring down into my eyes and my heart began to beat faster and faster. The words were on the tip of his tongue and on mine as well. I was practically begging with my eyes for him to take me anywhere with him. I wanted him...physically and I didn't care if I despised the type of man he was...what I wanted was purely sexual.

"Take me," I practically hear myself whisper but my words were interrupted by a woman's voice.

"Sebastian," a woman's voice called out to him. He and I both turned to see a very well dressed platinum blonde woman in a tight fitting grey suit with a large amount of cleavage on display. She smiled and batted her eyes at him.

"Good evening Jen," Blair stated as he cleared his throat.

"What a good evening it has been," she smirked at him and I wondered what she meant. She glanced at me but not before giving me a frosty glare.

"Emma, this is Jennifer Collins, Jen is one of the paralegals at my father's firm," he said to me. "Jen, this Emma, she is one of my students," he introduced. I held my hand out waiting for her to shake my hand.

"Pleasure," Jen stated and completely bypassed my hand. I dropped it as though it was frost bitten.

"What can I do for you?" he asked her.

"Well," she said as she slowly approached him and rested her hand on his upper arm and slowly slid it down. "I was thinking we could go over those court briefings...we talked about last night and this morning...perhaps alone," she said as she glared at me. "You know lawyer and client privileges," she said as she was probably wishing in her mind for me to disappear. I quickly realized what she was implying and it upset me that she thought I was one of his many conquest or a dumb bimbo. All that sexual frustration I had for Blaire quickly died and made me realize how stupid I was being and how I normally ward off his particular type.

"Oh, okay! I completely understand," I stated as I smiled at her. I also understood that they had something going on and if I was reading it correctly, Jen was saying I was in her way.

"Would you look at the time, I am going to be late for English," I said to them as I pretended to glance at the clock behind him.

"Emma, wait, we have things to discuss and you were helping me," he said to me as his eyes bored into mine. However, I resisted his tempting look.

"No...I don't have the time for...it," I said. However, I was clearly meaning him...I need to focus on graduating and passing his class. I quickly reached down and gathered the books he had me carry. "Do you mind taking these for me, Jen?" I asked her. She quickly accepted the books out of my arm and I took off without a backwards glance. I felt stupid to allow myself to be led away by the misogynistic pig. I probably would have been four hundred on the list of girls he has probably fucked. I had already got the 411 from Carmen about his history yet I was tempted and acted like one more woman who wanted him.



To Love the Professor Ch. 03



I let out a frustrated grunt as I left the building and made my way across campus to my next class. I really wasn't lying about being nearly late for class as I headed inside of the classroom. Everyone was slowly starting to file in and taking their seats.

"Can I borrow a pencil," I heard a male voice ask as I was setting up my writing utensils. I grabbed a pencil, looked up and held it out for the stranger. but I was met by a familiar tall ,blonde-haired guy with hypnotic brown eyes. I watched his eyes slowly take me in and I smiled wider.

"You remember me?" he asked.

"Mason, right?" I responded. 

He nodded his head in confirmation. "So, Emma, did you get into trouble?" he asked.

"In trouble?" I asked him.

"You know...that class you were late for?" he reminded me.

"No, he decided to wave the first day," I said to him.

"Good, so...." He was about to ask me something else, but the conversation was cut short by the professor entering the room and taking attendance.

This class was actually enjoyable since I am a true fan of everything that is literature. Also ,Mason kept smiling at me and making hilarious commentary.

After taking the last bit of notes, the professor quickly wrapped up class for today. I gathered my bags and was headed out to leave when I heard my name called. I turned around and saw it was Mason, waiting for me.

"Emma... your pencil," he said to me.

"You could have kept it," I grinned as I took the pencil from him and he chuckled.

"Well, I was hoping to also get your number," he said as he looked at me.

"Oh really?" I smiled at such a cheeky comment. 

"Well, if you said no then my other alternative was asking if you wanted to hang out with me this afternoon," he continued. 

"Well...in regards to the phone number, sure. As for hanging out with you, it will have to wait. I have a late class at four that doesn't finish up until after six," I said to him. 

"How about this weekend?" he asked. "Saturday? It will be fun, we can just hang out," he suggested.

"Okay," I said. 

"2 pm good for you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said to him. I quickly scribbled down my number and handed him the slip of paper. I then left the classroom with him and he said , "See you later. " I headed toward the cafeteria, seeking out a caffeinated beverage to keep me going for the rest of the day. I purchased a soda and a bag a chips and sat outside watching the sun slowly set. I was thinking about Mason and how I wanted to say no to "hanging out" with him. However, I felt as though I need to be distracted from the feelings I was developing for Sebastian. I felt naughty to still feel slight tingles all over my body at the mention of his name. I wonder why I haven't felt that with Mason. 

Just as my thoughts were alternating between Mason and Sebastian, my phone rang. I checked the screen and saw it was Carmen calling and answered it.

"Hey Em's," she quickly said to me.

"Hey Carm," I said in a nonchalant tone.

"Why do you sound...so melancholy?" she asked.

"Well, I got asked out on a date," I said. 

"Really, with who?" she asked.

"This guy named Mason who is in my English class," I said. 

"Shouldn't you be excited?" she asked. 

"Yeah," I said. I stood up and began walking toward my last class of day with Professor Blaire. I was hesitant about going to class especially after that moment in the hallway. I was now wondering if I should tell her about it.

"Emma, you still there?" she asked.

"Yes," I said quickly.

"I've been saying your name a dozen times...did something else happen?" she asked me.

"Well...I sort of ran into Professor Blaire," I said to her.

"Really! What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing...he asked me to help take some of his books to his office and then he accidentally bumped into me and he...kind of... well we...sort of...felt each other...I mean I could feel him...behind me and he was hard," my words came tumbling out.

"Oh my God!" she screeched as I entered the building and rode the elevator up. "He wants you and you want him," she said.

"Let's just say...we might want each other but he's got gremlins from his past. In particular, a very sexy paralegal that stopped by to see him," I said to her.

"Did he seem into her?" she asked. As I thought back on it, he didn't seem into her. He didn't cringe away from her but he also didn't seem interested.

"Not really," I conceded.

"Well are you interested in him...do you like him?" she asked me. "Be honest," she demanded.

"I do...I mean I am interested in him...but I know it could never go anywhere," I said.

"There may or may not be any possible future. You will never know unless you try... I mean you will always be wondering "what if"," she said. 

"What about Mason?" I asked.

"Emma, listen to me," she stated. "You are young, as I mentioned before. You are at a time in your life where you should feel free to date and experience new things. You are not in some committed relationship with Mason. Before I met Brandon, I was dating practically everyone. I was searching for the right guy before I finally met Brandon. So you need to get out there and date, take chances, and try new things," she said. "Also, judging by your tone earlier, you are clearly not into Mason," Carmen observed. She was telling the truth, I didn't feel the same way about Mason as I feel about Blaire. It is also true, that I spent most of my college, even high school, life completely avoiding dating and the opposite sex. I felt ready to experiences.......ready to take a risk. "Take a chance," Carmen chanted. 

"Isn't it wrong to be attracted to your professor?" I hesitated.

"Who said it is wrong? If you look throughout history, those relationships have always existed. Also, it is technically not illegal, since you are very much over 18," she stated. I was now approaching the door of the classroom, and students were passing me to go inside. I peeked at the clock and knew I had to go.

"Carmen...I've got to go...I have Government now," I said quickly as I hung up. I then headed into the class, along with other students who were rushing inside, and I saw that Blaire was facing the board writing notes.

I took a seat in the middle row this time and lined my books, notebooks and writing utensils on the desk. I then looked up and caught his eyes directly on me and before he looked around the classroom.

"Good evening, everyone," he said. He was beginning to talk and I was mesmerized by his lips as he began to speak of upcoming assignments. However, the conversation was quickly interrupted by the sound of my iPhone blasting out Katy Perry's, "Roar". I quickly searched for my phone and saw it was Jessica calling me. I quickly pressed the ignore button and turned the phone off. I looked up and was absolutely startled to see Blaire standing in front of me with his hand out.

"I'm sorry, I cut it off," I said to him.

"It seems, Miss Carrington, that you are unaware of the policies I have when you enter this classroom," he said. "It rule three, which I was just discussing last class and it is also in your syllabus. Here's another copy," he said as he placed the syllabus on my desk. I looked at the syllabus and glanced at the words. "Read it aloud for me, Miss Carrington," he said.

"Cell phone use is prohibited once you have entered within this classroom. Individuals found using a cellphone within class will have the cell phone confiscated," I said. He held out his hand and I placed my cell phone on it. He took it and placed my cellphone on his desk and then went back to instructing class. It felt as though I was reliving my old boarding school days, when Sister Mary Francis confiscated my lip gloss.

After class was dismissed, I slowly approached the front of the room. He had my phone in his hand and I thought he was going to hand it back but, instead, he waited for everyone to leave the classroom. Once the room was clear, I watched him approach and I thought he was going to hand my phone back but he walked right by me. I watched him go to the door and lock it.

"Is...is there something else you want?" I stuttered as he turned around and slowly approached me. Soon I felt myself backing up to the edge of his desk. I could see those hunting green eyes laced with lust...for me. Before I could speak another word his lips were on mine. He arms encircled my body, pulling me close.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I pulled my lips from his warm lips. His answer was to kiss me even more. What was even more shocking was that I soon began kissing him back. I moaned as I gave access inside my mouth and his tongue began to tease my tongue and then his tongue slowly retreated but not before he traced a line around my outer lips. 

His hands which were on my waist originally were now caressing my ass. Before I knew it, he was lifting me up by my thighs. I could feel my mound was settled against his groin. I felt him slowly walk and this little movement was causing his hard shaft to grind against my mound. A gasp escaped my lips as he pulled me even closer and settled in his desk chair.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I moaned as his mouth kissed down my neck. Any thoughts of pulling away quickly evaporated. He kissed my lips again harder and pulled me close by my waist.

"I know we shouldn't...but I want you," he whispered against my lips.

"Me too," I said. I felt his hand grabbing my bottom, pulling me close and his lips gaining more entrance to my already open mouth. His mouth slowly began kissing along the visible parts of my breast. I felt myself grinding against his already hard shaft and he was pulling me against him. I pulled away and moaned as I was grinding harder into him.

"How do you feel baby," he whispered as he caressed my back. "Tell me how I make you feel?" he demanded.

"Good...very good," I moaned. I was practically begging to get closer to him and to feel him. I wanted relief that I knew he could give me as I ground myself even harder in his lap. I felt his hands pushing my dress up to reveal my tights. His hand then ventured under my tights and then slipped inside my lace thong. His hand began exploring my folds, and he was testing me as he slid one finger, which was then followed by another -- I was excited to feel his two fingers within me. Then his thumb came up and gently caressed my clit. My eyes squeezed tight as a new feeling was taking over me.

"Emma, open your eyes baby," he demanded. I was caught off guard as I opened my eyes to see his deep emerald eyes staring back. His eyes were probably a mirror image of each other, filled with abandoned lust. "Let me make you cum," came another demanding request.

"Please!" I begged as I felt his skillful fingers circle my nub again.

"Say my name," he ordered. "Say...Sebastian!"

"Sebastian!" I screamed his name. In that moment I felt like I had given over to the dark side as he stroked my clit through the silky material of my thong while two fingers probed inside of me. I felt my insides began to clench and I began to grind and rock against his fingers.

"Take it!" he growled in my ear. "Take your pleasure baby," he encouraged as he kissed my neck. It was enough to send me right over the edge as I picked up speed and rode his fingers. My hands gripped him tightly as I began to reach nirvana and had the most intense orgasm...well, the only orgasm of my life. 

"Oh, God!" I screamed.

"Yes baby," he kissed my neck and never stopped stroking. Slowly his fingers began to still and I collapsed against his chest. I whimpered and purred with pleasure as he eased his fingers out of me. He took his hand out of my tights, making me feel empty without them. My body was exhausted as I felt myself drifting between amazement and contempt. I then began to come out of the euphoria and realized I was still very much on his lap. I slowly began to climb off his lap but he gripped me by the hips and held me still.

"Have dinner with me?" he asked.

"What?" I questioned as I became more alert of what he said.

He repeated his request and I looked at him. I knew where this was heading, which was a one night stand. I hated the idea behind a hit and quit fling. However, I remembered what Jessica and Carmen said, "I should be having fun...it is my last year and I am too harsh on the male sex". Also, it's only going to happen one time. He and I would just have some fun and I think it is what I need. A night to just release all that pent up passion that is boiling over.

"Umm...okay, I just need to run home and change," I whispered. I also needed a shower as I felt the warm wetness between my legs. 

"Okay...I will meet you at the Biltmore, in the lobby at eight," he said.

"Okay," I said to him. I was about to pull away but he kissed me once more. I moaned and gasped while in his arms before I pulled away. I grabbed my phone off his desk and grabbed my bag off the floor.

I left the classroom with a stomach filled with nerves but they were the good kind. I got in my car and caught my breath. I was truly hot and bothered and even my mind and maybe my heart were battling it out...I knew in the back of my mind I need this...just for one night. To wipe away the stress and give me sweet salvation.

Speeding........I was definitely speeding on my way home in order to get ready. I took the stairs two at a time as I went into my apartment in search of something to wear. I decided on the emergency little black figure hugging dress. I was then in and out of the shower within less than a minute. I glanced at the time and knew there was no time to waste. I was dressed and out the door headed towards the Biltmore.

While in the car, I took the time to apply a little make up and combed my fingers through my hair. It was a little less than I would do on my normal primp session but it would have to do. As I checked my phone again for the time, I noticed I had several missed calls from my friends but I wasn't going to answer. I knew they would want full details and right now I didn't want to provide any. Rose would probably attempt to talk me out of it, while Jessica and Carmen would be chanting "Carpe Diem" meaning "Seize the day".

I arrived at the front of the hotel where not only the valet was waiting but also Blaire. He was dressed in a navy suit with a light blue tie. He looked extremely gorgeous, as though he should be modeling for a top of the line designer instead of practicing in the law field. He seemed even taller as I looked at him and his smile grew larger. His green eyes which were normally light seemed darker and filled with lust. 

"Wow! You look amazing," he pulled me close into his arms. Instead of kissing my cheek he kissed my lips, which surprised me.

"Hello, Sebastian," I said. He grasped my hand and took me into the main lobby of the hotel. He escorted me to a very crowded restaurant, and there was a table all the way in the back that led out to a balcony which overlooked the city.

He pulled out my chair for me and then he quickly sat down. I watched the waiter approach with a bottle of wine and he began to pour.

"I hope you don't mind," he said.

"It's fine, I am a big fan of Merlot," I whispered.

"You know wine?" he asked me.

"I spent a few summers in Italy with my aunt. We visited a lot of wineries, and had a huge amount of wine," I giggled. I thought about the countless bottles my aunt and I tried. "We were so drunk we had to sleep it off at the vineyard." He chuckled as he rolled the wine around in his glass.

"Which part?" he ask me.

"Tuscany, Rome and other areas," I said.

"I studied abroad for a short time in Italy and Paris," he said. I waited for him to elaborate further on his time in Italy and Paris but he just raised his wineglass and I followed with the same action. Our glasses clinking together before we both tasted the wine.

"Oh," I said as I tasted the sweetness of the wine. "This is good." 

"It is a favorite of mine that I have during special occasions," he said. He smiled at me and I smiled before I realize what he was insinuating. He must have a little liquid courage before he partakes in his late night booty calls. Soon the wine no longer tasted as sweet and it had a sour taste. I began to think about how many other women who have sat across from him and had been wined and dined. 

"What was I thinking?" I questioned myself. I should just gather my purse and tell him I no longer want to have dinner with him. I should just stand up and say I am going to the restroom and really just leave. 

"Emma," my thoughts were interrupted when he spoke my name. 

"Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts," I said. "What were you saying?" I asked.

"I was saying how beautiful you look tonight," he said. His fingers caressed my hand and my body trembled similarly to the effects I experienced within his classroom. 

"Thank you," I breathlessly whispered. My mind was becoming all mushy and soon any thoughts of leaving were dismissed. 

After sampling the wine, I looked through the menu. We both agreed not to have an appetizer and wanted to get straight to dinner. I allowed him to order since my thoughts were blocked or rather occupied.

"So tell me about you, Emma?" he asked. "Do you have any brothers and sisters?" 

"No siblings, I wish I did but my mom died when I was twelve and my father never remarried or took up the notion of having more children," I said. "What about you, any brothers or sisters?" I asked him.

"An older brother, Vince, and a sister named Bella," he said.

"Your parents?" I asked.

"My dad's name is Fred and my mom is Cate. They have been married for nearly forty years," he said.

"Wow...forty years," I whisper.

"Yeah they've known each other since high school. My dad worked as the lead District Attorney for about ten years before he opened up his big corporate law firm, and my mother runs several charities," he said. If I remember correctly, his family is one of the oldest and most prestigious families in the area with connections to the first settlers of Jamestown.

"Tell me about your father and mother?" he asked me.

"Dad...his name is Tom, he is a brilliant architect and investor. Recently he was in Dubai designing a massive hotel for some Sheik," I said. "He actually redesigned this building we are currently occupying," I said as I smiled. "I remember that I spent parts of my summer here. I had just graduated from prep school and was planning to attend Williamson in the fall," I stated.

"He redesigned it for my father," he said.

"What?" I asked. I was finally comprehending that his father owns the hotel.

"My father owns the Biltmore," he confirmed. "Along with other Biltmores. The Biltmore name is associated with the maiden name of an ancestor on my father's side. It was said that the hotel was part of her dowry and to honor her, the name has remained the same," he said.

"That is amazing," I said as I listened to the details of the story.

"Please, continue to tell me more about your family," he encouraged.

"My mother's name was Elizabeth. She was a swimmer a long time ago at Williamson, and she got pregnant with me right before Olympic tryouts. After I was born she went back to school and got a degree so she could teach History. She taught first grade for a while, coached my swim team and raised me. When I was ten she was diagnosed with cancer and, right around my twelfth birthday, she passed away," I said. I fought back that feeling of sadness that creeped over me when I talked about her quick death.

"I am sorry about your mother," he said as he caressed my hand. "So after graduating what field are you going into?" he asked.

"Law School," I said.

"I remember when I made that decision to go into law, although my father had more to do with that decision," he said sourly. I could tell there was bitterness lurking in the shadows, in regards to his father.




To Love the Professor Ch. 03



"My father also had some influence in my decision and my mother as well," I stated. "My mother had been studying to be a lawyer right before she ended up pregnant with me. She chose to have me and put her life on hold. After my mother's death my father definitely pushed for my education. He wanted me to have the best and achieve the dream my mother had wanted for herself," I stated.

"What field would you have chosen, if you could?" he asked me.

"I...I love architecture...I have a love for the designs of old buildings or houses," I stated.

"Like father, like daughter," Sebastian said.

"I guess you could say that. He really loves restoring things to their original structure but lately his projects involve tearing down and building something new and innovative," I stated. "Enough about me, tell me about your hobbies?" I asked him. He quickly began to discuss several things that interest him.

"If I am not working on a case I like to travel, play lacrosse, rugby, or basketball," he said. "How about you?" he asked me. I discussed my love for swimming, late night television and a love for everything white chocolate. He told me about his best friends and I told him about mine We discussed political topics as the food arrived. We ate and talked until nearly the very end of the meal. 

I never thought we would enjoy having a conversation. I thought his primary goal was to get me into bed, but I guess I was wrong. I also never thought we would have anything in common either. However, deep in my thoughts, I assumed this was a part of his ploys to get women into bed. The thought was quickly swept away as he took my hand and he smiled from across the table.

After we finished dinner, we decided against dessert. Sebastian then proceeded to stand up and he took my hands.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Back to my penthouse," he said. "Is that okay with you?" he asked 

"Yes," I stated with no hesitation. We were out of the restaurant and headed towards the elevator doors.

"You live here?" I asked as I turned to him.

"Yes, on the top floor," he said as he led me into the already packed elevator. I thought we probably should have taken the stairs as I stood in front of him. I then felt his arm snake around me and he pulled me back to him. My body was moved closer to his as another individual shoved their way onto the elevator. My body rested back against his and, as I was wearing heels, I could feel his hard member through his trousers. It was currently growing and resting on my bottom.

"You feel that," he whispered into my ear and I nearly gasped as he poked it into my bottom. "It's been like this since I saw you step out of that car," he said. I continued to lean back into him and I felt his hand around my waist giving it soft, gentle strokes while his other hand brushed gently on my thigh. It was sweet torture as the elevator moved up each floor. His hands were caressing me through the thin material of the dress, and his fingertips reached down and played between the hem and my upper thigh.

"Sweet Jesus," I nearly moaned aloud as I felt his shaft twitching against my bottom.

Within a few minutes the elevator was empty. When that last person got out and the doors closed, he quickly turned me around and picked me up into his arms. My legs wrapped tightly around his body and his hand grabbed my ass. I was kissing him as though my life depended on it, and I was practically slammed against the steel frame of the elevator. I felt his shaft grinding against my mound.

"Emma!" he groaned as I rotated my hips against him.

"Please!" I begged. I was in need of relief similar to the relief I felt in the classroom. We both heard the elevator ding, indicating we were at the right floor, and he reluctantly pulled his lips off mine and began to walk off the elevator. My eyes quickly peered around and I glanced at the cream colored walls and marbled floors. There were only maybe five doors on this floor. He then walked to the left until he stood directly in front of the door. His right hand left my back and I heard a beeping sound which was followed by a click. He held me close as he walked into a dark room. 

We entered into a dark room except for the glass wall that surrounded the room and allowed moonlight to enter. From what I could see, I could make out a sofa on far right and possibly a table. Sebastian strolled in without hesitation or fear of tripping. He carried me through another entry way and then he lay me down on a soft plush bed. I quickly kicked my heels off while I heard him fiddling with the zipper of his pants. Once his pants were down, I felt his fingertips gliding up my ankles and grazing over my mid-thigh. He eventually reached the hem of my dress before raising it up over my hips. His fingertips continued their lavish journey across my panties. My breathing had rapidly increased by them before eventually both hands grasped my panties and eased them down past my knees and off my legs altogether. 

"Say my name," he ordered as he stared me down.

"Sebastian," I moaned. His name sent chills down my spine and before long he was caressing my thigh and touched my slit. His fingers began to explore me once again before eventually circling my clitoris. It was indeed sweet torture he was inflicting on my sex and I was practically pulling him to me, wanting him inside of me but he pulled away.

"Condom," he whispered. A groan passed against my lips and he chuckled. I then heard the sound of a drawer opening and him fiddling with a foil packet. He grasped me by the ankles and before I could utter another word or have a second thought, he shoved his throbbing cock inside of me. 

"Oh!" a low whimper escaped my lips but it was drowned out by his own grunts. "So...fucking...tight," he groaned with each thrust as he entered me.

"Oh Sebastian!" I moaned as his thrusts seemed to have no end. Deeper and harder he would move within me, gripping my thighs to ensure that we never lost any inch of contact. 

"Emma, you feel...so fucking...good," he gasped as I clenched around him. He and I quickly began to develop a rhythm. My body clenching around him as he pushed in then pulled out, over and over. My body didn't want him to go, it has been so long, nearly four years since I had last had sex. He leaned down and kissed me and I kissed him back. I then felt his thrust become deeper and he went faster. I knew he was going to cum and so was I.

"I'm going too..." he was mid-sentence.

"So am I. Make me cum, Sebastian, please!" I begged. He sped up and hit my spot and I cried out and climaxed into oblivion. I lost my nervousness as I watched him as his cock vanished within me, creating a delicious feeling within me. My eyes drifted closed and my head fell back, my hands were clutching the sheets.

"Open your eyes!" I heard his demanding voice command over the drumming in my ear. My eyes snapped open and I focused on his lust filled green eyes. I felt him speed up and his movements became jerked and his head shot back as he climaxed hard and moaned my name.

"Oh God, Emma, you are fucking amazing," he whispered. I then felt him slowly moving into me and to my amazement he was still hard. My insides still felt heated as he slowly stroked into me and his fingers dipping down to caress my clit. He then pulled away and I watched him remove his shirt. His hands then finished the job of removing my dress and tossing it onto the floor. We were both now completely nude and to my dismay there were no other tattoos gracing his body. 

Sebastian now approached me and stood between my thighs as I sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned down and kissed me and then told me he wanted me on all fours on the bed.

"On all fours?" I asked. He nodded his head and I slowly climbed into the position.

"Now look over shoulder at me as I fuck you," he demanded. I was unsure because this was a new move to me. The only thing I had ever done was missionary during the first time I had sex. He slid inside me and he grunted.

"So fucking tight," he groaned. He felt...it felt...deep...so very deep as he took slow yet leisurely strokes inside of me. He would pull his shaft out to the tip and just before I thought he would leave, he would shove right back inside of me. 

Whimpers and groans escaped my lips, which sounded completely inhuman. His grunts became even more animalistic. 

"Sebastian...please!" I bit my bottom lip as I looked over my shoulder. It must have set him off more as he grasped my hips harder. "So...fucking... good!" he cried out as he thrust hard and deep. "Take my cock baby!" he screamed as he thrusted.

"Oh yes! Give it to me," I cried out as I met his thrust. He was thrusting so hard that I felt as though he was taking all of me....leaving me nothing but this euphoria or out of body experience. Our bodies were clinging close together, soaked in sex and sweat as we bathed in the intense feeling which stemmed from our orgasms. I collapsed on the bed and his body lay right on top of mine. Having him that close felt amazingly good, and I thought that it was a shame that it would last only one night. He rolled onto his back, and I assumed he would be abandoning me now as I watched him stand. He headed into the bathroom and I heard the shower start running. I stood up and reached down to gather my clothes but I felt his arms come snake around me. He lifted me up into his arms and carried me into his shower. He was kissing me hard and he began to lather and soap my body along with his. I gasped as his hands washed my mound. However, before long his wandering fingers massaged my breasts and then his hands drifted down to massage my clit.

I gasped and moaned into his chest as he worked faster and harder. "Grasp the towel bar," he whispered to me. I grasped it and then felt his mouth kiss down my body, and before I knew it he was kneeling between my thighs. My head fell back as he latched on my clit and I cried out.

"Sebastian!" I screamed his name when I finally could manage to speak. His fingers and tongue seemed to be God's gift to the universe as he caressed and licked me. "Oh yes!" I moaned and a whimper escaped my lips. My hands were tangled deeper into his dark hair. My toes proceed to curl, my hips began to sway, and I was dying to get closer and to reach nirvana.

He pulled back and locked eyes with me and his fingers moved faster. "Come for me baby! I want to feel you come!" he demanded in his rough voice. So I did what he asked and came hard for him. I screamed out as I climaxed and his tongue was quickly there to finish out the job. Sebastian took the time to kiss up my body, gliding his tongue across my breast before he kissed my lips. As we kissed, I wrapped my arms tightly around him. He continued to grind himself against me and his shaft was demanding entrance inside but I pulled away. His face went through a phase of emotions as I stepped away from him.

"Are you hurting?" he asked me.

"No....I just wanted to try something," I stated and before he could utter a word, my hands were exploring his shaft. It was indeed long and very hard as I stroked it. I then began kissing his chest, down across his belly button and before long my lips moved down his body. Slowly my lips kissed the head of his shaft. My inexperienced tongue took slow yet leisurely licks across the tip before licking down the whole shaft. 

"Sweet Jesus!" he moaned as I latched onto his shaft with my mouth. I experimented with the weight of him inside of my mouth and moving him around. It was a different experience and surprisingly it wasn't unpleasant. As I looked up at him, his eyes were locked on me and they looked demanding. Demanding for the pleasure he knew I could give and that he would receive. I slowly moved my mouth up and down on his shaft and a groan escaped his lips.

"Fuck!" he cried out. From the look in his eyes I was doing something right. Also he was attempting to move further into my mouth and I allowed him. His head fell back and he cried out as we developed a sort of push and pull method.

"I going to cum!" he cried out. His hand quickly grasped my head and he began to thrust hard and deep into my mouth. He was literally fucking my mouth as I felt him speed up and then before I knew it he climaxed and I was tasting his essence.

He groaned as my tongue swiped over his tip and he still continued to thrust in my mouth. When he fell from my lips he was still hard, and he pulled me off my knees and he began to kiss me hard on the lips.

"Oh Emma!" he moaned as he caressed between my thighs. "You are wet again," he said as he slipped his fingers inside me. I knew I was also wet because I became turned on when I was pleasing him. I liked the idea of having power over him...making him cry out to me instead of the other way around.

He then picked me up and leaned me against the wall of the shower. I then felt his shaft ease back inside of me and he thrust hard.

I moaned and he began to thrust wildly into me. I held tight to him, holding on for dear life as his thrusts became maddening inside of me.

"Oh Sebastian!" I cried out.

"Tell me!" he groaned.

"Tell you what?" I could barely make the words out.

"Tell me to fuck you....to fuck you hard," he spoke as he thrust into me.

"Fuck me....Fuck me hard, Sebastian," I whimpered. Before I knew it I was screaming that I was going to cum and I began to meet his thrust.

"Cum for me baby," he thrust faster and I climaxed again and he came inside of me. I moaned out and then latched my lips onto his mouth. Kissing and thanking him for giving me another gut wrenching orgasm.

"Oh baby, you feel so good," I cried out as I continued riding out those last remaining quivers. I felt his warm seed inside me and finally realization hit me. He wasn't wearing protection this time.

"You didn't wear a condom," I whispered. I felt him freeze his light strokes as he looked at me. I smiled and whispered against his lips, "I'm on the birth control shot." He moaned with relief and carried me back to bed. We rested for less than a couple hours before I felt him pull me to him and he began thrusting into me. He flipped me over, deciding he wanted to see me take my pleasure on top. Nervousness had overtaken me due to this unfamiliar position. However, like the teacher he is , he educated me on how to take my pleasure from him. 

"Ride me!" he demanded. I rode him, clenching on him as I went faster. Sebastian screamed and cried out just as loudly as I did. Eventually we were both depleted as I collapsed on top of him. I slowly rolled off and snuggled into his arms and I felt him hold me close. I closed my eyes, cuddled close to him and drifted off to sleep on his chest. He was wrapped around me as well. I murmured his name and he murmured mine and called me endearing words. I felt content and relaxed and wished it could be like this always. My thoughts and dreams were filled with the fantastic images of Sebastian and sex. I've never heard it mentioned that he was a potential nympho, however, the more he had made love and kissed me, the more I realized I was possibly in the same position.



To Love the Professor Ch. 04



My eyes slowly opened and they tried to focus on the edge of a soft pillow that lay in front of me. The sun had not yet risen, so that left me with some indication that it was not yet dawn. I glanced over at an unfamiliar cherry wood night stand before looking at a large abstract piece of art that reminded me of steel bars. I was laying on my stomach and I attempted to adjust my body; however, I resisted due to pain and stiffness enveloping my body. 

I tried to recall the events of last night when I felt a warm body press further against me and knew it was Sebastian. "What the hell?" I thought it was a dream...but it really happened. My hand trailed over my face as I remembered. A warm feeling developed in my stomach and spread down until it reached between my thighs, as I remembered his fingers, his lips...and his very stiff staff. I felt like giggling like a school girl at the thought of my inexperienced hands reaching down and touching his cock while he slept. However, I resisted and my hands trailed over my own naked body. There was a dull ache between my thighs and all of my muscles felt extremely exhausted from the use. My hair was strewn all about and I was sure that I looked like a bloody disaster.

"Last night was...intense and amazing," I thought. I can't wait to do it again yet I knew there would never be a repeat encounter, as much as I wanted one. "Maybe...it means more than just a lay, maybe he wanted more, I mean he is cuddling next to me. However, he has had so many women...I doubt he even recalls who I am or my name," I thought to myself. I was still in the bed with him but I knew he would want me to be gone before he woke. I took a glance at the man who charmed me, who wined and dined me last night, and who gave me one of the best nights of my life. I turned my back to him and placed my feet on the floor and stepped back into reality. 

The cool air was another bitter awakening back to reality. I looked back at him, hoping to find him awake and telling me to come back to bed. However, if he were to really wake, he might ask what I was still doing here and I would be overwhelmed with embarrassment. I quickly retreated to the bathroom and did my best to clean myself up. I ignored my reflection as much as I could in the bathroom mirror. I swept my hair into a neat knot at the back of my neck before stepping out of the bathroom to find my clothes. I grabbed my clothes and heels but could not find my underwear, so instead of wasting time looking for them, I just got dressed as fast as possible. I took one last glance at him and saw that he was hugging the pillow where my head had been. With that last look I was out the door and headed home.

Upon arriving home I was tempted to soak in a warm bath to relax my sore, stiff body but I needed to get ready for class. I also had homework to do, since I spent the night doing sinful acts. My body shivered as I thought about how many times he and I made love...well sex. I wanted to chastise myself for thinking of him and the events of last night but I couldn't. I had a one night stand and I enjoyed it. I did things I had never done before, and it felt absolutely wonderful and I know it was because of him. He gave me a night of my dreams with hardly any regrets.

I climbed in the shower and began washing away his essence from my body. My thoughts drifted to the conversation at dinner. He originally avoided conversation but quickly opened up, and I told him things about myself that I had never told anyone. Subconsciously I wanted to ask him out for coffee or another date, yet that would make me no different than the other females that chase after him. I thought it best to let that night remain cherished in my mind. It might be hard, especially with him being my professor but I told myself that I just need to stay focused.

I got out of the shower with a determination to be productive. Today would be slightly warm so I was able to wear a floral sundress that came just above the knee. Once I was dressed, I began to tackle the homework I missed last night. I did some chapter reading as well and took a few notes. After homework was completed, I gained the confidence to check my phone. Somehow, I thought Sebastian would have my number and call me but then I remembered I didn't give it to him. Instead the only calls that awaited me were from my three best friends. 

I called Jessica first and then Rose and told them I was fine, and that I had took Nyquil because I was feeling under the weather. Thankfully they were more concerned with my health than my time with Sebastian. I truly didn't feel comfortable discussing Sebastian with them. I wrapped up my conversation with Rose because she began to obsess about home remedies known to fight off pesky colds. 

I didn't bother calling Carmen since I knew I would see her in a few minutes. Plus my excuse would not fly by her as easily, so I needed to think of something better than Nyquil. 

I quickly gathered my stuff and headed to the elevator. I would normally take the stairs to avoid Mitchell but I was too stiff. I got onto the elevator, closing my eyes and resting back against the steel plates of the elevator. I then heard the doors open and there was Mitchell with a huge smile.

"Good morning," he said in his loud booming voice.

"Good morning, Mitchell," I said.

"I didn't see you come up last night," he said. He then proceeded to move in closer and rest his back against the steel frame of the elevator wall.

"I had a night class," I said. I really didn't owe him an excuse, and thought that next time I will tell him I am fucking my Professor. I began laughing to myself as I thought about his reaction to such a statement.

"What is so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said as I got off the elevator.

"Um...I was wondering...if you want to have dinner sometime this week?" he said. I was going to make up an excuse but I was tired of excuses, I decided to tell him that I don't feel that way.

"Can I be honest, Mitchell? I am just not into you. I don't want to hurt your feelings or waste your time. I mean you are twice as old as I am. I generally date men that are close to my own age," I said to him.

"Oh...yes. I guess I was being a bit foolish...chasing after a girl young enough to be my daughter," he said as he quickly brushed by me and got off the elevator. He headed to the parking garage, got into his car and left. I sort of felt badly for him but I am only 22 and it was odd for a man of 48 to pursue me. His age seemed too close to my father's and a large, gaping distance from myself. 

I arrived on campus in the nick of time and headed into Griffith Hall and found Carmen was waiting for me. "Where have you been? I've been calling you non-stop," she said with irritation.

"Oh, I've been under the weather and took some Nyquil," I lied again. "I was probably sleep when you were calling."

"Oh!" she looked at me funny as though she didn't believe a word I said. "What of Blaire?" she inquired. 

"What about Blaire? He is nothing important because I know nothing will come of it," I stated.

"Yeah you're probably right, but you never know," she said. Yes...that was true. I knew very little in regard to Sebastian other than the rumors and most of them were proven wrong last night. Last night we had splendid conversation. He also wasn't all business in regards to sex. We also had sex more than once and he cuddled with me through the night. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the morning bell. Carmen guided me back into class where all conversation stopped. Attendance was taken by the professor but my thoughts gravitated back to Sebastian. I felt nervous about how Sebastian would act toward me while in class. How would I act toward him? Should I ignore him and pretend like it didn't happen? My mind was saying yes, just try and forget him. I mean that is what a one night stand is about...but I felt something...that something more could exist between us.

"Hey," Carmen said as she tapped my shoulder. "Class is over," she giggled. I laughed and tried to put Sebastian out of my mind. "Your mind forever stays occupied," she teased. Carmen met Brandon for lunch and I joined them for a short time. I was about to head to the library but I didn't want to possibly run into Sebastian. I was afraid that I would cave and demand a second time around with him, so I decided to go to the book store and avoid the library today.

After I wasted enough time in there, I headed to class and found that I was anxious to see Mason because he was definitely a needed distraction from Sebastian. When I arrived at class he was nowhere in sight, but he came rushing in at the last minute. He smirked at me as he took an open seat to the right of me. 

"Good morning," he whispered quickly.

"Good morning, I thought you weren't coming," I said as I smiled him.

"Why? Did you miss me," he teased. I giggled at his cheeky comment and he winked at me. I was going to say something but the professor entered. After taking attendance, she ordered us to get into pairs and do a Q&A from chapter five of the text book. Mason and I were able to tackle the assignment quickly which left us a few minutes for chit chat. 

"So what's your favorite color?" he asked.

"What's yours?" I asked him.

"Blue...like your eyes," he teased me. "Your favorite?" he asked.

"Evergreen," I answered before I realized what I said.

"Evergreen...I didn't know that was a color," he said. It is...it is the color of Sebastian's eyes. I felt guilt followed by lust overtake me as I envisioned Sebastian's wolf-like eyes staring into mine as though he was looking into my soul. My stomach muscles began to clench as I thought about yesterday. 

I was awakened from my thoughts as Mason cleared his throat. "So are we still on for Saturday?" he asked. My mind immediately wanted to say no and gravitated towards Sebastian but I soon realized this was a chance to have a real relationship. Someone who I might actually like and who might actually like me. 

"Yes," I said. He blew out a breath of relief. "I was worried for a minute," he chuckled. Mason and I talked till nearly the end of class and I learned more about him. He was the youngest of five kids and his family were apple orchard farmers from Alexandria, Virginia. 

"So I'll see you later," I said and smiled at him. Then he and I stood and exited the classroom together.

"Hopefully sooner than later," he said. Another cheesy comment followed by a smirk but I liked it and found that I liked him. After we parted, I headed to the cafeteria needing a sugar high before I ventured over to Sebastian's classroom. My stomach was in knots as I thought about seeing him, and I was tempted to skip class yet I knew I couldn't. 

I sat down with my usual Coke and chocolate chip cookie. I received a text from Mason asking me how I felt about the movies. I told him anything that is horror or action. I was fine with romantic comedy but that is stuff that I usually see with my friends. After he texted me a few more times and I replied I finally caught a glimpse at the time and gasped. "Shit!" I was fucking late again. I gathered my belonging and rushed to class. I chastised myself, promising to be on time next time and focus on graduation.

When I got off the elevator and went down the hallway I could already hear his voice in the classroom. I headed inside the room and he looked up at me. "Apparently Miss Carrington is still forgetting to read the rules of the syllabus," he said as he looked me up and down from head to toe. My body felt hot and paralyzed under his glare. It was something about those eyes that sent my heart racing.

"Please take your seat," he ordered. "By the way, you'll have to stay after class for six minutes, to make up the time," he said to me as I sat down in a desk. I felt irritated and wanted to call him an ass and tell him the reason I was late but I ignored it and just sat down.

Sebastian quickly began covering endless material from the next three chapters of the book. He allowed us 30 minutes to copy the notes from the three chapters. As I was taking notes, I looked up and caught him looking at me. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet resting on the corner of his desk. I turned my head back to the board to avoid looking at those eyes. However, he began making his rounds to each student in the class, asking if they understood the chapters. He stopped at my desk and looked down at me with a smirk. His sexy smile was making me tremble as he walked by me not saying anything. He then headed back to the front and I began to focus on the chapter summary. I finished the homework and wrote the essay he required as well.

It was 6:45 pm and class was dismissed. He ordered everyone to head to the front and turn in the assignments for today class. Everyone left and soon I was alone in the classroom with just him again. He closed the door and headed to his desk and sat on the edge of it.

"You can come turn your paper in," he said to me. I stood up and headed to his desk and sat my paper in the basket next to him. "Do you have any questions about the chapter?" he asked me.

"No Professor Blaire," I said.

"Remember I have the students call me Blaire," he said as he gripped my wrist holding me there. "But feel free to call me Sebastian in private," he said as his hand glided up and down my wrist and to my hand. His fingers gliding across my palm making me a weak mess. My eyes closing, my breathing increasing and a moan slipping from my lips. I could hear him getting off the desk and him coming to stand behind me.

His hands grasped my hips and he pulled me back to him. I moaned out as I felt his hands massage my hips.

"I have something for you," he whispered down into my ear as his nipped on it.

"What?" I whispered.

"Hold out your hand," he said to me. I held my hands out and my eyes glanced down as I felt soft material. I looked down and saw it was my missing black thong but as I looked closer, it was covered with dry white stuff. It was his essence and as I looked at it and I gasped. "That cum was meant for you this morning, however, I was surprised to find my bed nymph had disappeared and was forced to release my pleasure within your panties," he whispered as he bit my earlobe and I shivered.

"I thought...I thought I was supposed to leave, I thought that was what you would have wanted," I whispered as I felt his hands slowly sliding my dress up.

"What I want!" he growled. "Do you know what I want?" I had no idea and I was confused about what was actually taking place. I shook my head no and he quickly bent me down over the edge of the desk. I heard him shuffling and unzipping his pants and then I felt him approach me. He yanked my panties down and caressed my mound to find that I was already drenched. He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Look back at me". I looked back and as soon as I did, he thrust hard into my already wet pussy. I gasped and he winced as he slid further into me. He was very deep inside of me, like last night.

"This is what I want," he groaned. "I want you with me. I want you in my bed...withering and waiting for me to bring you to ecstasy. I want you calling my name, begging me to fuck you," he said as he thrust hard and I cried out his name. He was moving faster and taking longer strokes and before I knew it I was going to have an orgasm.

"You're going to make me cum Sebastian!" I screamed out.

"Cum for me Emma, cum on my cock baby!" he cried out. I felt the pressure quickly build and before long I was doing exactly as he commanded. He sped up and soon he climaxed inside of me. Sebastian pulled me up from my slouched position on his desk and turned me around to kiss me deep on the lips. He kicked off his pants and then he grasped my thighs and carried me over to his desk chair and he encouraged me to ride him. I began slowly as my hand grasped his neck and the other held onto the chair for dear life.

"Ride me baby!" he demanded as I took him hard and fast. My lips locked on his as I was building to another climax. I kissed him hard as he squeezed my bottom and rocked me faster on him until I felt him cum inside me once again. I collapsed against his chest and rested my head against his shoulder. He was breathing just as hard as I was.

"I...I shouldn't...we shouldn't have but..."I said between each breath. "But we did," he uttered the words I was thinking. I could feel his throbbing staff coming back to life. 

"Yes we did and I like it," I whispered. 

"What particular part did you like? Did you like when I kissed you? When I was touching you? Perhaps when I was fucking you within an inch of your life," he growled. He yanked me close and kissed my lips.

"Yes," I said again.

"Say it," he said.

"Yes, I liked it when you kissed, touched and fucked me," I said. 

"And?" he wanted me to say it. 

"Isn't that enough?" I protested.

"How am I supposed to know that you liked how I fucked you?" he teased me.

"You really are an ass," I stated what I was finally thinking. He began to chuckle and I began to pull away in anger. However, he would not have it as he held me closer.

"Please don't be mad...I have never had a woman call me an ass, a least not to my face," he said as he kissed along my neck and back to my lips. I moaned as his lips nibbled on my lower lip. "Tell me what you want and I will give it to you," he said. 

"Give me you...I want you hard...inside me...I want you to fuck me within an inch of my life and in return I want to do the same," I said as his hand glided down my back. 

"I have a demand," he said.

"Another demand...God your controlling," I said as I rested my head on his chest. "Let's hear it," I stated.

"I just want you to agree to it...to being in my bed," he said.

"You...you want me in your bed?" I asked him as I sat up and looked at him.

"Yes," he said to me as he brushed stray hairs and sweat out of my face.

"How...how long?" I asked him as he kissed my neck.

"For a while," he whispered as he kissed my lips and I moaned. I didn't understand...was I temporary lover or girlfriend...would we be exclusive?

"Okay," I said to him. Was that all I could say? I was as confused as ever when it came to Sebastian and our undefined relationship. I should have been asking a million question but I don't want to push him too far. I really like him and enjoy being with him. Not just physically but I also like his weird bipolar personality. 

"Will you stay the night with me...maybe a few nights each week?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered this time around. I agreed to his request and climbed off his lap so he and I could get cleaned up and dress. He and I left the classroom together and parted ways temporally when we got near the parking lot. I quickly got on the road and saw Sebastian's car in my rearview mirror. Sebastian agreed to follow me to my place so I could drop my car off and pick up some clothes to change into. He told me to bring other things I might need, I guess because I would be staying over more often. I got into the car with him and he drove over to his place. When we arrived at the Biltmore Sebastian drove straight into the garage and went all the way to the top floor. 

"Parking garage," I enquired.

"It is actually the quickest way to get to the penthouse and the top floor is only for those who have access to a penthouse," he said. He parked his car, grabbed my bag for me and took my hand. We headed to the elevator and rode it down. He pressed the "P" button which meant penthouse and took my hand when we arrived at the correct floor. He led me off the elevator and into the same large marble entry way from last night. In the middle stood a large metal sculpture. It was twisted and distorted into what looked like a tree. 

"What's the matter?" he asked.




To Love the Professor Ch. 04



"It's beautiful...the sculpture," I stated as I looked at it.

"I have one similar to it on my night stand by the same artist. Perhaps you saw it when you fled the coop," he teased. 

I chuckled at his comment as I thought about. "I was scared...I know that normally you don't have women stay the night with you," I confessed.

"Normally I never bring women back to my place. I usually go back to their place or my brother's old bachelor pad on High Street," he said.

"But you bought me here?" I asked him.

"You're different. Plus I wanted more than one night with you," he said as his hands caressed my face and he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back as he led me into his penthouse. He pointed out the massive chefs' kitchen to the right, which I somehow missed when I came in last night, and then he showed me his living room. He pointed to another door which led to a guest bedroom, which was also his office, and then he then led me through the doors I went through last night.

I went through the doors and there was very luxurious bed. He set my bags in the chair and then he went and turned the shower on. He began to undress me and in return I helped undress him. He took me into the bathroom and we showered together. My body came alive under his touch as he glided his fingertips over my breasts and down my flat stomach. I went to grab for his body but he pulled away.

"I want you," I moaned.

"In bed, not here," he said as he quickly washed and I washed as well. He then dried himself and l off and then we headed to his bed. He lay me down in the middle and spread my thighs.

"I've been dreaming about this all day," he whispered as he kissed my thighs.

"I was in the same boat as well...thinking about how I did pleasuring you...if it was bad...it was my first time doing it," I whispered as I looked at him and his eyes grew wide. "I was bad," I said to him.

"Did you hear me complain? I am just in shock that you...you gave like a pro," he said as he smiled down at me and I giggled as he was kissing my lips and then slowly kissing down my body. "I can assume, I was the first to lick your sweet cunt?" he murmured against my skin. I blushed at his choice of words and nodded my head. I flushed with embarrassment as he glided his lips along my inner thigh before reaching his prize. He smirked and I wanted to ask him what the grin was for but words and thoughts were lost as his tongue dove in-between my thighs. Slowly but surely his skilled tongue traced across my folds before settling on my clit. My hips jerked upwards in response to his masterful tongue.

"Say my name," he demanded as he traced my sex with his tongue again. He added his fingers which were gentle yet designed to bring me pleasure. "Oh Sebastian please!" I cried out. That was all he needed to hear before he grasped both side of my hips and brought me closer to his skillful mouth. 

Truly Earth shattering are the only words to describe the pleasure Sebastian gave. When I came I collapsed back onto the bed and he slowly kissed up my body. My body hummed as he kissed and licked it. He caressed and licked my breast and then he was kissing me hard on my quivering lips. I then took the liberty of turning him over onto his back and I began kissing down his body. Then I teased his cock with my mouth.

"You tease," he said laughingly. He then groaned as I licked his tip and, before I knew it, he begged me to put it in my mouth. I granted his wish...feeling the weight of him and enjoying the moans that escaped his lips. 

"Deeper!" he begs. I felt his hand on the back of my head as I felt him move down near my throat. He was soon repeating his actions from last night as he moved faster in my mouth. His faced was the picture of ecstasy as he was getting close to climaxing. He then surprised me as he pulled away and flipped me onto my back. He slid back inside of me and I moaned out his name as the pleasure became almost too much. He had me all over the bed and my hands were grasping him and demanding that he hold me close. I was meeting his maddening thrusts as he made me climax and he followed close behind. He pulled me in close as we lay together on the bed.

"I..." I was getting ready to speak but hesitated.

"What?" he asked.

"It's nothing," I said quickly.

"Tell me!" he demanded.

"I didn't know...sex...could be so pleasurable...my first time...was horrible," I confessed.

"I'm glad you find it pleasurable," he chuckled. 

"You ass," I smirked as I slapped his shoulder.

"To be honest I was thinking about my first time, I was sixteen. It was Junior Ring dance and my date was Elizabeth Holden. Let just say it was uneventful and over quickly," he chuckled. "What about you?" he asked.

"My story is the classic tale of prom night. Since I went to an all-girls school I really didn't date much or at all, really. So I went to prom with Nelson Pendergrass, who was the cousin of a classmate. I met him once or twice during sporting events and after prom he suggested we go to a hotel. I didn't want to go off to college a virgin so I...did it. As for the experience it was miserable...I cried and I regretted it," I answered honestly. 

"With me...I never want you to regret," he said to me as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"With you...it is completely different. Also I know...I'm not as experienced as other women you've had but..." I whispered.

"It has never mattered to me if a women is experienced...what matters is this connection I feel when I am with you," he whispered as he kissed me and pulled me closer. This was a softer side I thought was non-existent. All I could think about was how this not exactly how I assumed this evening would go however, I am not disappointed. I still had a million questions about what was happening between us. Plus I wanted him to shed some light on the rumors that are attached to his name. In my opinion most of the rumors about him is just gossip; however, I would have to wait until morning for that Q&A. He snuggled in closer to me before his lips grazed across my forehead and we drifted off to sleep.



To Love the Professor Ch. 05



"Wake up," I heard a sexy and very husky voice whisper against my ear. I felt his chin stubble as he slowly kissed from my ear and down my neck. I pretended to remain asleep but then I felt his mouth latch on my nipple, and I moaned as he sucked. He slowly took the other nipple within his mouth before releasing it. His soft lips began to kiss down my body until they kissed my mound, and I sighed as I began to open my eyes. He was down between my thighs, his eyes fixed on mound as he kissed it again.

"Sebastian," I moaned and then he rubbed his chin against my smooth mound. I gasped as he moved his chin low enough to nip and rub at my clit.

"Are you awake yet?" he asked me.

"Yes," I giggled as he quickly climbed back up and kissed me. He pulled me under him and was attempting to make love to me.

"Sebastian!" I groaned. "I am to stiff," I complained. 

"Well Bastian is stiff as well," he peeked down and my eyes noticed the hard staff.

"Bastian...you nicknamed your...thing Bastian?" I teased him.

"Don't call Bastian a "thing", he has feelings. And yes - I nicknamed my cock," he said as he kissed along my neck. Before long he was caressing and massaging between my thighs. 

"Hold up Casanova," I said as I held his hand captured between my thighs. "My muscles are still stiff," I repeated. 

"Well just lay there, Sweetheart, and I will do all the work," he teased as he pulled me to him. The nickname felt sweet and endearing to me. I gave in, unable to deny him and my desire to be with him. He did something very unexpected - he grasped my legs and began to massage each one. When my body felt relaxed and loose, he guided my legs over his neck. The muscles of my legs were being stretched into a very unusual position as he reclaimed his position between my thighs.

"Too sore?" he asked me.

"Surprisingly no," I smiled. The dull ache that I originally felt had disappeared and my body felt relaxed. His hand came up and caressed my hips and thigh. After nearly five minutes of massaging he slowly began to enter me. 

"How does this feel, Emma?" he asked as he moved skillfully inside of me.

"Good!" I moaned. I truly did feel good because his gentle thrusting and the bizarre angle allowed him to reach a spot inside that lit me on fire.

"Oh fuck!" he grunted as he began moving faster. 

"Sebastian please!" I cried out to him. I was so close...so close I could touch it. He thrust into me one last time and we both climaxed. He let out a cry that was so animalistic that it nearly scared me. 

"Oh Sebastian!" I moaned again as I enjoyed those last few quivers coursing through my lower region. He gently released my legs and then eased himself onto his back. He grasped me close into his arms and kissed me hard.

I barely had time to rest as I peeked at the time and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock, and I had a class at ten. I had to shower and get dressed and he had to drive me home to get my car. I knew Sebastian was itching for another round in bed but I couldn't and I pulled away.

"Back in bed Miss Carrington," he demanded. He grasped me by the forearm and was trying to pull me back in bed.

"Sorry Professor Blaire, I have a ten o'clock class. I also have a very demanding Government professor that I still have to complete homework for." He grinned as he listened to my cheeky comment and I giggled. "However, you can feel free to join me in the shower," I whispered against his lips as I leaned over his body. He accepted my request as he picked me up and carried me into the shower. Of course it was about another few minutes of him and me pleasuring each other with our hands before we actually showered. 

"Sebastian...I have to go to class!" I cried out as he and I reached yet another gut clinching orgasm together.

He finally let me go so I could attempted to get myself clean. He finished showering before I did and asked if I wanted something to eat. I told him yes and to my surprise he left me in peace and climbed out of the shower. I relaxed against the wall of shower before I took the time to get clean. In my mind, I was still in shock that he was my...lover. I mean that is the only term I could think of to describe him. However, I had no idea what constitutes a lover. Can I ask for fidelity from him? Will he ask it of me? Do we get to go on dates that don't involve a bed...or his desk or other furniture?

I got out of the shower and quickly dried off. I went over to the sink and saw he placed my stuff on the counter sometime during the night. I brushed my hair and then pulled it up in a ponytail, and I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out.

I headed into the bedroom and quickly picked up our clothes from last night and folded them on a chair. I then looked for my clothes and found them hanging in the closet. I quickly put on another sweater dress, which was dark blue. I wore navy jeweled ballet flats to match my outfit. Once I was dressed, I made up the bed and fixed the pillows.

As I was cleaning, I found a slip of paper on the ground. I looked at it and saw that it was a cell phone number from a girl name Ashley Milles. From what I remember of her, she is a junior here and a major slut. It must have fallen out of his pocket when I picked up his pants. I quickly put it back in his pocket even though I wanted to rip it up and put it in the waste basket. As I was about to leave, I saw a picture on his desk in the corner. It was a picture of his family, mainly his mother and father, him, his sister and brother and maybe spouses.

"That is a pic of my family," he said over my shoulder. I was a bit startled as I turned around to look at him.

"You all look so happy," I said as I smiled and looked at the picture.

"Yes, we were happy when we took the photo," he stated.

"Were happy?" I asked. I expected him to elaborate further but he just went silent. I can only assume that his family is considered a no go zone. "Is this Africa?" I asked him as I noticed the safari like background.

"Yes, South Africa," he said as he glanced at the picture. 

"I've never been to Africa," I said. "I've always wanted to go. My cousin works in the Sudan for Doctors without Borders. He and his wife offered to host me if I ever wanted to go," I said.

"Why didn't you go?" he asked.

"I probably will go this summer. My father plans to build clinics over there, once he has the clearance from the Red Cross," I said as I sat the photo on the desk.

"I see you cleaned the room, but I do have a maid," he said laughingly and I giggled.

"I believe I have a small case of OCD," I said. He chuckled as he took my hand and led me into the kitchen. He had toast and fruit sitting on the table, along with orange juice and coffee. He pulled out my chair and I quickly sat down. I began to dig into the toast and sampled the fruits.

While we ate, he mentioned that he doesn't have my cell phone number. We quickly swapped phones and put in our contact information. I peeked at the time and saw that it was after 8 am.

"I should get going. I still have a few homework assignments I need to do plus the chapter reading for your class," I told him.

"While on the subject of school and, of course, us. I think it is in our best interests that neither one of us disclose the details of us," he said. He was completely right, even though I was of age I would hate for him to get into any kind of scandalous situation because of me. Also I would hate for anything to disrupt my plans for Stanford in the fall. "I mean...with you as my student it..." he was about to go on.

"Sebastian, I completely agree," I said quickly.

"You do?" he asked.

"There is no need to explain I understand more than you know. You don't have to enlighten me further and I really don't want my friends or family to find out about us," I said. In a way I didn't want our relationship to be hush, hush. However, I have to remember that what we have is not a relationship but rather an affair. And a secret affair at that, which will probably play out some time before I graduate. He had a look on his face that made him appear to be thinking hard. I wonder if he thought I was going to make a big deal about keeping us a secret. 

The conversation fizzled out and then the room became awkwardly silent. I quickly stood up from the table and began to gather the dishes. "I'll clean up since you fixed breakfast," I said as I went over to the sink. I began washing the plates and as I washed, I felt him come up behind me. His hands caressed my hips and I moaned. Although my mind demanded more, my body was content with what it was currently getting. He pulled me back against him and I realized he was getting hard for me.

"Sebastian," I groaned out.

"Emma," he moaned in my ear as he bit it. "Do you know what you do to me when I see those sexy legs and that swell of your ass," he whispered as he grasped my hips and yanked me hard against him. He made slow thrusting movements as he ground his staff against my ass. "Then when I see that beautiful face looking back at me, I practically go insane with lust," he whispered against my neck. "Look back at me," he begged as he rubbed up against me. "Look back baby," he whispered.

"We can't," I cried out, but my body took over and pushed back against him as he thrust. "I have class. I have to go home and get my car," I whispered as I felt him kissing on my neck.

"I'll drive you," he said as he continued to grind into me.

"What...what if people see," I whispered.

"I'll drop you off near the campus library in the back...you can cut through," he said as he lifted the hem of my dress. I cut the water on the sink off and looked back at him. That was his sign as I felt him yank my panties down and pull his pants down as well. He yanked me back to him and lined himself up before sinking inside of me. I gripped the edge of the sink as his thrusts became maddening. His grunts were in sync with my moans, while his wandering hand grasped my breast through my dress. I looked back and saw the complete determination set in his eyes. 

"Cum baby!" he growled like a beast with this intense determination.

"Yes baby, so good!" I screamed out as I felt him cum and I followed close behind. I turned around and he picked me up and he took me towards the bathroom. I threw off my dress and bra on my way to the shower. We separated so he could undress and I got into the shower to turn on the water. He finally came inside the shower with me and he picked me up and leaned me against the shower wall. His fingers wandered down and eased himself in me with one single thrust.

"I love fucking you!" he groaned out as he went faster and harder.

"Me to baby, I never want it to stop," I cried out as he and I shared a long, hard orgasm. He was kissing me hard on the lips and I kissed him deep. My mound still grinding on his cock as I rode out the orgasm. "I really have to get to school now...maybe we can sneak away for lunch," I whispered against his lips.

"Sounds like a plan," he said as he kissed me. He let me down so we could both shower.

After we finished, we collected our clothes in the kitchen. I quickly dressed and headed to the door to wait for him. He came over to me, took my hand and led me out of the suite. We went down the elevator and headed out to the lobby.

I saw a Range Rover waiting at the front entrance. He got in and I followed.

"Nice Range," I said as I checked out the interior.

"A gift I bought myself after I won the Frankfurt case," he stated.

"Greg Frankfurt," I stated with surprise.

"Yeah, you know him?" he asked me.

"Yeah, well I know of him and his tech company "Frankfurt." They were facing large copy right infringement allegations," I stated.

"Yup," he said. He was indeed big time and I could see why they labeled him as a top lawyer on the east coast, even better than his older brother.

"Anything new you are working on...or are you not able to disclose anything?" I asked him.

"Well I can't disclose names really but I have been working with some major tech companies," he said. He elaborated somewhat but was short with specific details about the client.

"Do you think you will have time to get away?" I asked. "I mean you work constantly," I said.

"Well my office hours at the firm are usually from 9 to 3 but I can leave when I want to," he said as he smiled at me. "So don't worry about it," he said. I wonder how many women he has said those very words to. I was not clueless and I know there had to be over a dozen women before me. However, unlike those other women, he himself said I was different. My mind tried to determine what made me different but I couldn't create an answer.

"What you thinking about so hard?" he asked me.

"Nothing really," I said as smiled at him.

He drove me to the library and I was about to get out of the car but he yanked me close and kissed me. I moaned against his lips, not really wanting to go but he told me that we would meet at 11:30 at the library parking lot.

I got out of the car and walked toward the library looking back over my shoulder. I saw he was still watching me as I went through the back entrance of the library.

When I arrived at Griffin Hall, I had this unbelievable smile on my face as I made my way through the corridor. My thoughts drifted between Sebastian and the events of yesterday and this morning. When I turned the corner I ran into Carmen and Brandon making out in the hallway.

"Get a room," I teased them both and they giggled as they separated. Carmen looked at me and then her eyes widened a bit.

"Is that...that a hickey," she screeched.

"What!" I gasped as she approached me to further exam my neck.

"It's two hickeys...I didn't know Mason and you were getting hot and heavy already," she screeched. I knew I couldn't discuss my relationship with Sebastian so I just allowed her to assume it was Mason. I knew my friends wouldn't say anything or gossip about Sebastian and I but we both agreed this was how it was to be. Also Sebastian has yet to clarify or classify what our relationship entails. Originally I thought he and I were just having a fling or one night stand. Now I was wondering if I was his lover, mistress...maybe his girlfriend. However, in order for me to be his girlfriend, wouldn't I have to go on a date first? We did have dinner, so that could be a date but last night we didn't go out, we just went back to his place.

"Tell me everything," Carmen demanded as she interrupted me from my thoughts. "When can we meet him?" she asked quickly. This was becoming more difficult than I thought. Luckily I heard Brandon saying he had to get to class and we needed to get to our humanities class together.

While we were in class she wrote a note demanding I tell her everything. I told her about the dinner Sebastian and I had... although I let her think it was Mason and I having dinner. I then told her that before we knew it, we headed back to his place and had sex...more than once.

"Wow!" she gasped. "I'm so happy for you...you look happy," she said to me. I was happy but I felt bad for not completely telling her the truth about Sebastian and me. I also felt bad for bringing Mason into this. 

After class let out, I said goodbye to Carmen. I told her that I had to complete homework I didn't get to last night. I headed to the library and out the back entrance. I glanced around the parking lot and found him near the west side. A smile graced my face, along with these intense butterflies within my stomach. I approached his car and quickly climbed into the passenger seat. 

He smiled as he looked at me and I saw he was playing Candy Crush. I was surprised because I never pegged him for a gamer. He leaned over and kissed me and I returned it eagerly.

"What time do you have to be back?" he asked me.

"About 1:30," I replied.

"Good, me too," he said as he drove me back to his penthouse. In my mind I was hoping he would take me out for lunch or something...instead of just taking me right back to his place. When we arrived in the parking garage, we quickly rode the elevator to his floor. When we stepped out and approached the door he gripped my hand.

"Wait," he whispered.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Here," he said as he gave me a key and I looked at it. "It is a key to my place," he said as this bashful smile appeared on his face. I happily accepted it and jumped into his arms and kissed him. In the back of my mind I was thinking this was too early or happening too quickly but ultimately I decided not to make waves.

"You're okay with this?" he asked me.

"Um...yes," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his him.

He returned the kiss and then said, "Try your key out," as he slowly caressed my bottom. I quickly tried it out and opened the door to the penthouse. When the door was open he picked me up and carried me inside. My lips kissed along his neck and I felt him tremble as he carried me. 

"Emma!" he growled. We never even made to the bedroom. Instead, we ended up on his swanky leather sofa with me straddling his lap. "I want you so bad!" he said as he kissed me.

"I want you too," I moaned as his lips moved down my neck. I quickly unfastened his pants and his hands were fiddling under my dress. He then grabbed my lace thong and ripped it off of me. I gasped and he laughed as he flung what was left of my thong on the floor. Before I could complain about his destruction of my panties, he thrust hard into me. When he entered, he filled me completely and I loved it. I loved that possessive look he had as I watched his eyes never leave mine as he moved inside of me. It was a connection we shared that resulted in me shivering in his arms. "Oh God!" I moaned as I was about to cum. 

"That's it baby, cum for me!" Sebastian growled. He and I moved in a synchronized dance that not only was mind blowing but hot.

"Oh Sebastian!" I whimpered against his lips. Then we stretched out on the full length of the sofa with me on top of him. 

"Beautiful," he whispered as he caressed my face. I smiled down and kissed him hard on the lips. My stomach growled and he chuckled as he sat up.

"Sorry," I giggled as I smiled at him.

"It's fine. I am starved as well," he said. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked.

"I don't know. What do you want?" I asked him.

"More of you," he chuckled as he adjusted himself until I was on my back and hovered above me. I moaned as he kissed down my neck. We would have still been at it had it but my stomach began to growl again. He sat up and looked down at me.

"Chinese?" he asked.

"Sounds like a winner. I'll shower while you order," I said to him. I got up and he smacked my ass as I retreated into the bathroom.

I was enjoying the comforts of his shower when I felt his arms circle around me. I rested back into his arms as his hand dropped down and grabbed my loofah. He slowly moved it up my stomach and then down between my thighs.

It was hard to believe that this man, who I barely knew, has seen, touched and kissed nearly all of my body. He turned me around so that I was now facing him.

"Lift your arms up," he demanded. My hands were up and rested against the ceramic tile wall. He ended up tossing the loofah and used his hands. Before I knew it he was kissing and licking my body. I was a big ball of nerves as Sebastian's tongue glided over my nipples and slowly headed lower.

"Sebastian!" I screamed out as he was holding tight to my thighs and began to pleasure me with his tongue. Right before I was about to climax we heard a knock on the door. He quickly stood up and climbed out of the shower.

I calmed myself down and headed out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I began picking up my clothes and quickly began to dress.

"I hope you like chicken and broccoli!" he called out to me from the living room.




To Love the Professor Ch. 05



"Yes, it is a favorite," I responded. I then headed out to the living room and found him in the kitchen, and we sat down to have lunch together. I told him about my love for Chinese and about a little restaurant down in New Kent that has excellent food. I knew we wanted to keep our relationship on the down low, mainly him, so I recommended restaurants where we wouldn't be discovered. I also mentioned a favorite Italian restaurant near the coast. I thought he might ask me to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants or suggest a favorite place of his that we could try, but he said nothing.

After eating lunch, I cleaned up and, just like before, he accosted me as I stood in front of the sink. "Can we...can't we talk," I whispered as his lips dominated mine.

"Later," he groaned as he removed my clothes. With persuasion we went from the counter and somehow we ended up on the marble floor of the kitchen. "Emma!" he moaned. He was begging me and pleading with me to answer his lust. My eyes, my body and I believe my very soul was mated to him, and when I looked in his eyes I felt my heart melt to oblivion. I wondered if he felt some inclination similar to what I was feeling towards him.

In my heart I wanted to believe that he and I were having more than just sex, yet there was a reoccurring thought and belief that I was just a warm body that occupies his bed and is currently occupying the floor of his kitchen. Sebastian picked me up and carried me back into the bedroom.

Another thing I noticed is that he always takes the lead and orders me about like a drill sergeant. "Roll this way! No that way! Stay still!" Sometimes he even orders me when to climax and, like the fool I am, I do it. I am thinking that our relationship status is nonexistent and instead I feel like a concubine.

In an attempt to gain some dominance or equality of the relationship, I manage to get him on his back. He was a bit startled by that move as he watched me come up to straddle him. I then began riding him, taking it slow but then a sense of urgency took over and I began riding him as though I was riding one my prize winning mares.

He seemed to be enjoying it as his hands gripped my hips, encouraging me to take my pleasure from him.

"That's it baby...take me hard," he cried out as I rode him. I began to pick up speed and he was thrusting up as I came down. "Ride me baby!" he screamed as we moved up and down together. I could tell he was close as was I, but I truly wanted to make him cum first because he always makes me go first. When I clenched on him tightly, he groaned and I then felt him thrust harder inside of me.

This time, I exclaimed "That's it baby!" and, like a man possessed, he climaxed hard and I quickly followed close behind. I collapsed on top of his chest huffing just as loud as him and trying to catch my breath. I slowly sat up, only for him to grasp the back of my neck and pull me down into a mouthwatering kiss.

"Um," I moaned as his lips and tongue tried to possess me.

"I think this is my new favorite position," he chuckled.

"Oh really," I said as I sat up looked down at him.

"Watching you take your pleasure, while riding me like a horse was indeed a turn on," he said.

"I did imagine that I was riding one of my prize winning stallions," I giggled.

"So you do own a horse. I thought so," he teased.

"Yes, I used to compete when I was younger," I said. "Although riding a horse never made me feel this good," I teased as I ground against him and moaned. I giggled and then climbed off of him and slightly winced as I felt the soreness between my thighs and lower regions. Horse riding never made me feel this sore either, unless I took a really bad fall.

As he and I lay in bed, it was the perfect opportunity to enquire information from him but I ended up drifting off to sleep. We rested for nearly thirty minutes and then I felt him gently stroking my back and waking from my small cat nap. 

"Time to go back to civilization, my little bed nymph," he whispered against my ear. I sighed and pulled away from his arms. I headed straight for the shower and he quickly followed close behind. His hand lathered my body with soap and he took the time to massage and wash my body. I moaned and relaxed against him as he caressed me. I winced again as he washed and massaged my lower region. Sebastian then moved me up the large shower head to rinse my body.

"Your finish," he whispered into my ear and making me tremble.

"What about you?" I asked as I turned around to face him. I saw he was hard again which was indeed shocking.

"If you don't leave the shower, I will have you pinned against the wall again fucking you into oblivion and forgetting that you are sore," he said. Hearing him speak that way was a turn on but I was not crazy. He was right, I was very sore and I ached between my thighs. I felt guilty looking at his painful blue balls and decided the only solution would be to pleasure him with my mouth.

My hands went up and began to caress his body but he tried to pull away. "Emma, what are you doing?" he demanded.

"Taking care of you," I whispered against his lips before I kissed him hard. I then grabbed his body wash and poured out a large glob and began to soap up his entire body. He moved his hard staff against my stomach, demanding for someone or something to ease it. My hands slowly crept down and grasped his aching member and I began to clean it while simultaneously massaging it. I kissed along his chest and at the base of his neck.

"Should I make you cum?" I asked as I began to stroke him harder.

"Yes!" he growled.

"Where do you want to put it?" I whispered against his collar bone.

"Inside," he whimpered.

"Inside where...me?" I asked him.

"Yes!" he growled again.

"But you can't...I am too sore...how about...my mouth?" I asked.

"Oh yes, baby!" he cried out as I squeezed the tip of his cock.

"What do I do once it is in my mouth?" I played dumb.

"Suck...lick...taste!" he cried out. "Baby please...please Emma!" he begged.

"Okay...since you said please," I teased him. I slowly lowered down to the floor, gliding my tongue from his belly button to his member. I loved that I could truly dominate him. He was like a whimpering puppy as he begged for me to give him release.

"Please," he whispered as I hovered near his member. I finally gave him what he desired and placed my mouth on the head of him and tasted his essence. He groaned as I moved him further into my mouth. I made love to his staff with my mouth and tongue, giving him what he needed from me. I began to move harder and deeper and I felt him thrusting. It wasn't long before he took over and began to literally "fuck" my mouth.

"That's it baby...let me take that sweet mouth!" He growled as he moved faster and before long he climaxed. I sucked and licked and finally he went limp inside my mouth. He slowly fell out of mouth and then pulled me up off my knees and brought his mouth to mine. He began kissing me with an urgency as he held me close to his body.

"That was amazing," he gasped as he pulled away from my lips. "I could spend forever like this," he said as he kissed me. His words went straight to my heart and made me tremble with pleasure. However, I could just be reading too much into his comment. I pulled away from him and climbed out of the shower.

"Where you going?" he said as he was close on my heels.

"Just to get ready...I've got to pick up my car and get to class," I said.

"Oh right...let me hurry up and get ready," he said as he dressed. I felt a mild ache and it had nothing to do with my body but everything to do with my heart.

Upon arriving at my apartment building, I was about to get out of the car but he pulled me back and kissed me. I returned his kiss loving the combination of his smooth lips and tongue gliding against mine. 

"We should do this again," he said as he stroked my face. As much as I enjoyed the afternoon I shared with him...the convenience he had with me made me feel easy. I wanted the chase...I wanted him to want me...more than just me...but want to be with me. I didn't just want to be a convenient lay for him.

"This afternoon was great, but I do have homework and other things I have to do," I stated. 

"Oh...okay...how about tonight?" he asked. 

"We'll see Professor Blaire," I answered and played hard to get. He smiled and kissed me once more.

"See you in class. Ms. Carrington," he smirked. I got out of the car and headed into the front doors of my building. I turned and saw him still waiting there in his Range Rover as I waited for the elevator.

I rode the elevator up to my floor and got off, and then quickly unlocked my door and went inside. I saw the mail laying on the floor from the mail slot. It was another People magazine and a post card from my cousin Nicholas and his wife Samantha. I missed them both and I looked forward to summer when I would be going to Africa to visit them and help with their work.

I placed the post card on the fridge and then gathered my books for class. I got into my car and drove back to the university. Instead of classical music, I played "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey until I pulled into the student parking lot and spotted Sebastian SUV in the staff parking lot.

I quickly headed to Griffith Hall and went inside where I saw Mason had beat me into class. "Hello my fair damsel," he greeted me.

"Damsel?" I enquired. I sat in the seat next to him and stacked my books and writing utensil neatly on the desk. 

"I was referring to the day I rescued you in the hallway." I chuckled at his statement.

"Well thank you, great knight," I replied. "I would have been lost without your noble deed," I answered. 

"A noble deed requires a reward, possibly a kiss," he winked.

"Sorry dear knight, we maidens only kiss frogs." Before further banter, the professor entered and began taking roll. The professor then quickly went over the reading which I neglected to do last night, but luckily I knew enough about Walt Whitman to answer her surprise questions. After a round of questions followed by a quick compare and contrast essay on two pieces of Whitman's work class was dismissed.

I was gathering my stuff when I heard Mason clear his throat. "Take care, my lady," he stated as he placed a gentle kiss against my hand before retreating from the classroom. I left the classroom chuckling as I thought about Mason, and I then headed to the cafeteria to get a soda before heading to my next class.

Upon arrival, I saw Sebastian was currently up front at his desk talking with a female student from his previous class. I saw his eyes peek up at me as I sat in the front row. Other students quickly paraded into the classroom and he quickly wrapped his conversation up with the student.

Looking at him made me recount the events from this afternoon. His eyes locked on me for another moment and it sent pleasurable chills throughout my body. I let my eyes drift closed as I thought about us in the shower, on the floor and in his bed. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a figure, which was Sebastian, standing in front of me. He pretended as though he was handing me a paper and discussing it with me.

"Will I see you tonight?" Sebastian whispered quickly.

"We'll see, Professor Blaire," I teased.

"I'll take that as a yes," he responded as he leaned down closer, and then he gave me a smirk before returning to the front of the class. When class began, Sebastian discussed the chapter reviews, and after going through Chapters 3 & 4 we then had a short pop quiz. Thanks to the review, I had no issue with answering a majority of the questions. When everyone had completed the pop quiz, class was dismissed. 

I packed my bag and hung back waiting for the class to empty. "Professor Blaire can you explain this question?" I asked him as the students were leaving. He instructed me to come to his desk and, when the classroom was empty, I made my way up to the front were he sat on the edge of his desk.

"Hey baby," he whispered as he pulled me into his arms. I sighed and rested my body in his secure arms. I was just asking for it as I looked up at him and he kissed me hard. I moaned and encircle my arms around him.

"Shall we go home?" he asked. He used the words "we" and "home" and it sent a wonderful feeling to my heart. I just nodded my head unable to speak or utter a word. 

He gather his belongings and I grabbed my bag. He escorted me out of the classroom and then to my car before he walked over to his in the employee parking. I started my car and trailed Sebastian back to the apartment and then I followed him straight up to the garage, bypassing the valet. When we were both parked we I headed down the elevator and into his penthouse.

"You hungry?" he asked as we were entering the door. "Sure," I said. He flipped on the lights and sat his brief case and jacket on the counter. I removed my jacket and placed it on the back of the dining room chair.

"Pizza?" he inquired.

"That is fine," I answered. He picked up the phone and began to dial Papa Pizza, which is one of my favorite pizza places. Then I was a little surprised when I heard him order my favorite type of pizza. I was now wondering if I had mentioned my love for anything with olives, mushrooms and sausages.

I headed over to the TV and I was in time to watch Jeopardy as I sat down on the couch. Within a few minutes he was sitting beside me handing me a glass of red wine. I took a sip and moaned because it was delicious.

It was nice that Sebastian wasn't attempting to jump my body and make love to me. Somehow we got on the topic of favorite TV shows and found that we had a few in common. In addition to watching Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, we found that we both loved Patterson books and shared a love for the Pelican Brief.

"I love the book but I also like the movie," I said to him.

"I like the book better because things are always better written than acted," he said as he smiled.

"I will agree but I am a big Julia Roberts fan. I am a sucker for Pretty Women," I said. We began to alternate from movies to books. He told me about his love for reading old comics and I told him I also enjoy reading a good romance. 

"How can I forget? It was where we first met. You were stuck in a corner reading another one of those boring feminist books," he said.

"Oh you can't complain. There are not many men who can recite Austin off the top of their heads," I said. "Admit it, you like Austin," I stated. 

"Never," he chuckled. As a result, I began to tickle him into submission and before long he pulled me into his lap and held me hostage in his arms. 

"Admit it," I said.

"Kiss me first," he demanded before his lips latched onto mine. I moaned and he chuckled as his mouth teased my bottom lips.

"What so funny?" I asked him in a complete daze.

"I was thinking that these lips have to be the sweetest things I have ever tasted," he whispered. I couldn't help but smile and feel that warm feeling creeping into my stomach. I knew what it was...I was developing serious feelings for him. I could fall in love with him but I also knew the probable outcome; however, I am in too deep and I just can't walk away.

I kissed him hard, hoping he would feel some inkling of what I felt. He scooped me up and was about to take me into the bedroom but then we heard a knock on the door.

"Sebastian...door," I moaned as he kissed my neck. He sat me on my feet and went to the door to get the pizza. My stomach growled as the smell of Papa's Pizza hit my nostrils. He sat it in the living room and I grabbed plates from the cabinet.

We sat down and each took a slice of pizza. My tasted buds screamed in pleasure as we ate pizza and I was practically making a similar sound like when he was licking my lips.

"You like?" he asked me.

"Pizza is definitely the way to my heart," I giggled.

"I would have thought you preferred fine dining," he said as he smiled at me.

"Well I can also be tempted by Tez's Chicken Alfredo and Pacho's Fajitas," I said as I listed two of my favorite restaurants. "I also will melt for a Caramel Mocha latte," I said.

"Sounds like you're a food connoisseur," he said.

"Well I dine out a lot because I am usually meeting friends or family, so we try new places. When I went overseas with my father, we dined at a different place every night," I said.

"Sounds amazing, especially traveling everywhere," he said.

"It does sound great but most of the time I was left to fend for myself. Sometimes my cousin would come with me but he is married now, so I am left to explore these amazing places alone," I said.

"What was your favorite country or place you visited?" he asked me.

"Well it is between Morocco, Dubai, and India," I said.

"I've never been to Morocco or Dubai but I have been to India. I was in my second year at college and I was able to persuade my parents, mainly my father, to allow me to go to India," he said.

"I can understand completely. Even now, when I want to go to a foreign country he gives me the third degree, regarding the safety and security," I said.

"My father's demands have nothing to do with safety, more like control, because he want us, meaning my brother and me, to be his carbon copies. Any type of detour from the plan is a big faux pas," he said.

"Is that why you went into law?" I asked.

"Yes...but I also wanted to help people," he chuckled but I saw a forlorn look in his eyes. I understand being controlled by a parent and think it is probably the norm for any parent to want their child to achieve greatness. My father was also determined to have me follow in my mother footstep by going into law, although when I was younger I envisioned myself as a modern architect scaling and building superior structures. However, I wanted to make my father happy as well as honor my mother by achieving some of her dreams. "So enough about that, tell me about your trip to some of these places?" he asked me.

"It is a busy city and extremely hot. My father had spent nearly two year over there building the Pica Towers," I said.

"Wow... I've seen them, but I had no idea he built those," he replied.

"Yes, it is one my father's favorite designs, and it is a favorite of mine as well," I said as I smiled at him.

"Your father is remarkable but not as brilliant as you are," he said as he pulled me back into his arms.

"You think so?" I asked as he caressed my cheek.

"Of course. You're brilliant, beautiful, smart, and very sexy," he said. His firm lips kissed along my neck.

"Kiss me," I demanded and he kissed my lips. He picked me up and we finally made it back to the bedroom where he lay me down in bed. I reached for him but he pulled away.

"I was going to asked you if you wanted dessert but you are more than enough," he said as he began to undress me. He didn't allow me to lift a finger as he undressed the both of us. I reached again but he growled and nipped my ear before he kissed me. That night I allowed him to take total control and I truly couldn't complain.



To Love the Professor



"I'm sorry," I stated real quickly as he stood up from his desk.

"Sorry for what?" he asked as he looked up into my eyes.

"For spacing out, it won't happen again," I stated with worry.

"Oh that," he laughed. "Don't worry about it, I can be the same way, especially when class starts back up and there is so much to do," he stated.

"So what up?" I asked him.

"I thought you might want one of these," he stated as he handed me a sheet of paper. It was a copy of the syllabus and I began to chuckle.

"Thanks," I smiled. He had this same smirk then he was smiling at me. His smile was too perfect as I glance from his lips and back to his face. I then caught him looking me up and down and my body instantly tensed up and became alert. Did he just check me out? I then caught him glancing at my chest and then his eyes looked away. My body became slightly turned on at the sight of him check me out. Under his green eye stare, my mind drifted into a moment of fantasy, with me on him...on the desk.

"Well I should get going, I still need to read those chapters you assigned Professor Blaire," I nervously stated. I use his title as a professor to make an attempt to distant the professor and student in my mind. I felt my mind drifting into dangerous territory as it is slowly forgetting whose side it is supposed to be on.

"Call me Blaire, everyone else does," he smirked as me. He was slightly leaning in toward me. Was he flirting with me?

"Oh boy!" I thought to myself. "Well Blaire, I have to get going," I stated.

"Goodnight Ms. Carrington," he stated as he reached out to shake my hand.

"It's Emma...by the way," I said as I smiled at him and took his hand. I quickly felt a small electric shock and tingle in my hand as we touch. Could he feel that...was I going crazy...what is up with me?

"Well is a pleasure meeting you Emma, I look forward to seeing you in my class," he said as he smiled at me. He released my hands and his fingertips glided across my palm as he let go. I felt my lower regions tingle from that contact of his fingertips drifting across my palm. I looked him in the eyes and for some reason I couldn't fight off his smirk he was wearing as he stared at me with those exquisite eyes. They were soul piercing as I looked at him, up close and person. I dropped my hand, clenched it tight as I chastise myself in my mind.

I gather my wits and quickly walked out of the classroom. My heartbeat was beating out of my chest as I took off towards the elevator. The elevator arrived and I quickly got on and took it down.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked myself. I relived the conversation we had and what was said and how he acted but there was nothing wrong. I realized that was the problem, there was nothing wrong with him, nothing wrong with our interaction. Truth be told, I enjoyed talking with him...I like the tone of his voice...I like his smile...his scent...his dreamy eyes. I realized what I didn't like was that I was...that I could possibly be attracted to him. It made me feel like one of those desperate women who use to fall at my father's feet. Before this...I thought he was a self-centered, perverted, douche bag...and for some reason I found him handsome...charming...and even likable.

I soon found myself recalling the words my mother taught me, "Never to judge a book by its cover". How can I feel this way with one conversation...with one talk...less than a few words? Then when he touched my hand, it felt good.

I sighed and glanced at my reflection in the sheen of the elevator. I am human...I am a woman...I am not completely oblivious to the male sex...it is okay. In the back of mind I was thinking I should run to the councilor's office and find out if there is another opening for a Government class. However, I already know that he is the only professor currently teaching government this year since Mr. Frank's death.

I knew I just need to get it together and put my big girl panties on. As long as I associate Professor Blaire with everything that is wrong with the male sex then I should be alright. I also need to remember that I am so close to finishing...I just need to stay focus.

I got myself together and headed out of the bathroom and went out to my car. I approached my new white Mercedes CLA and got inside. It was a gift over the winter break from my father for getting into Law school. I thought it was the cutest car that ever exist with its white and chrome exterior. I turned the classical music up and relaxed my nerves. As I drove home I got an incoming call from Carmen.

"So how was he?" she asked me.

"Who is he?" I asked her.

"Blaire," she stated with irritation.

"He is...he is like how everyone describes him...handsome...smart...even sexy," I stated.

"Sexy? This does not sound like the Emma I know," she said and I giggled.

"He was actually funny and nice...which surprises me," I said. "He didn't even give me a tardy," I stated.

"Well that is good," she said.

"We shared a few more chuckles, in regards to me spacing out in class," I stated.

"So I guess I am not the only one that thinks you need your head checked," she teased.

"Nope, after class he and I talked. He admitted that he suffers from similar afflictions," I giggled as I thought back to our little conversation.

"Were you just giggling again...it sound like someone has a crush on teacher," she teased.

"Never!" I stated quick.

"Quick to respond, sound like subconsciously you are saying yes," she stated her psychological babel. 

"Don't try analyze me," I chuckled. My mind was thinking about Blaire, I soon became anxious for tomorrow, vying for a chance to see him.

"Earth to Emma!" I heard Carmen yell through the phone.

"I hear you Carmen."

"Apparently not, we definitely need to get your hearing checked, or are you suffering a dumb blond moment," she said laughingly.

"Hey! You promise no more blonde jokes," I said with irritation as my fingers twirled the ends of my hair.

"Okay, I promise," she teased. "So, I just got a text from Jessica and Rose, they want to do breakfast at Tez tomorrow." Tez was the restaurant that Jessica and her parent owned in the city. They owned a chain of other restaurants in various cities but this was my favorite.

"Breakfast sounds great," I agreed.

"Pick me up at eight, if you don't mind," she stated. I agreed and told her I would talk to her later and tried to relax as I drove to my penthouse building. I was one of the first occupants to live in the building because my father owns them. He doesn't just design but he own and invest in several business ventures.

I quickly parked my car in the garage and road the elevator up to my floor. I then open the door, kicking off my boots by the door. I passed the living room and headed into the bedroom. I sighed as I turned the television onto the local news while I undressed. I then grabbed a clean towel and headed into my bathroom. I turned the shower on high and stood underneath it soaking my face and hair at the same time.

As I stood there in the hot steamy shower my mind drifted to him...Blaire. Everyone has just referred to him as Blaire and while the women referred to him as gorgeous. He was indeed gorgeous. I finally admitted that I think he's gorgeous and handsome...sexy and actually not at all what I expected. I tried to play it off with my friends...that I felt nothing but I felt something. However, I know his type...no matter how much I think he could be different they are all the same.

I shut the shower off angrily, mad because he has invaded my thought during my moment of peace. I snatched my towel of the rack and headed out of the bathroom. I then went to the bedroom grabbing undergarments and a night slip.

Once I was dressed I dried my hair using the towel. I then continued to watch late nigh television trying to focus my mind on something else except my professor who I would be seeing tomorrow in class.

After nearly an hour of late night TV host and Antique Road Show, my thoughts still drifted back to him. I began to re-account our conversation, the way his lips pulled into a smile. How his eyes crinkled in the corner made him seem so young, younger than his 32 years.

As soon as I began to think about his age, I began to think about his birthday. Soon more question followed and I figured the only solution would be to google him.

I quickly found his name just by typing "Professor Blaire, Williamson University". There was a full biography on him and sites dedicated to him and his very prestigious family.

His full name is Sebastian Edwin Blaire and he was born July 26, 1984. His mother Catherine is a well-known socialite who writes books and run several local charity foundations here. His father is Frederick Blaire, who is one of those big top corporate lawyer and a big prestigious firm. If I recall, he took his firm corporate and branched further out. He was listed in Forbes at one point as one of the highest paid attorney on the east coast. Sebastian has an older brother who work as an attorney at the firm. He also has a sister named Isabella who own Bella Blaire "B.B" fashion house.

The more I continued to read, the more I learned about him and his family. His Grandfather is a retired Supreme Court justice and his Grandmother is from the illustrious Callaway family. Sebastian and his entire family donates money and time to local charitable organizations. So not only is Blaire or Sebastian a professor, a practicing attorney, but a rich philanthropist.

I tried looking him up on Facebook, and social networks, but I was surprise to learn he doesn't have one. I am actually pretty shocked, especially since he seems like the social butterfly. I googled to find out if he had a girlfriend and several women were associated to him. For some odd reason I felt a slight bit of disappointment.

Once my curiosity was settled I closed my laptop and awaited for sleep to come. As I slept, I dreamed of him and those hunting green eyes.