Jesus Christ! Talk about blowing the doors off of my education. Now I wouldn’t even be able to think about the bones of the hand without thinking of all the sexual positions I wanted him to teach me. I took out my notebook and pretended to write, but it was hopeless. All I could do was make goo-goo eyes at him while he taught.
It was so sexy the way he commanded the enormous hall, and I couldn’t keep
my eyes off his physique as he paced back and forth. My body was on fire for him, beating back the cold of my soaked clothes. If my crotch wasn’t already drenched, it would have been. My pussy was dripping as my eyes followed the bulge that I could see forming in his pants.
Sitting through the rest of the lecture was torture. If this continued, I wasn’t going to learn a thing all year! At least, not about anatomy—not in the traditional sense….
“Okay, I think that’s enough for today,” he said with still ten minutes left in the lecture. “Another early day, but don’t get used to it! I just have something to do.”
I sat on pins and needles while the rest of the class funneled out, pretending I was having trouble getting my things back into my backpack. A pair of obnoxious girls were taking their sweet time leaving. I wanted to shout at them to get the fuck out, but eventually they left, leaving me and Professor Grey staring at each other across the rows and rows of seats.
“A little wet, aren’t you?” he asked finally.
“You have no idea.”
“Come here.” He spoke as though the idea of me disobeying him was out of the question. I felt like I was hypnotized as I got to my feet and walked towards him, conscious of my every movement as his eyes followed me. It was like his gaze tugged me forward and I was helpless to disobey. Finally, I found myself standing in front of him as he towered over me, staring down at me with those strong, piercing eyes that sent a shiver down my core—and it wasn’t from the cold.
“We’re going to need to get you out of those clothes, princess.” His words flamed inside of me, sending a lustful heat through my body. I swallowed nervously and shifted my feet as I stood there, held in place by his incredible gaze.
“H—here?” I whispered. “We can’t—”
“No, not here. Come with me.”
Before I knew it, he had my hand in his and was pulling me towards his office, the place where it had all begun. I’d expected him to lock the door behind me, start stripping me down so we could pick up where we left off yesterday, but that’s not what happened.
Caleb grabbed his car keys from his desk and kept walking, pulling me out the other door into the back hallway.
“Stay here,” he told me. “In forty-five seconds, go out that door there. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Before I could reply, he was gone. I stood there, counting down the seconds, every inch of my body tingling with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. I knew he said forty-five, but by the time I got to forty I couldn’t wait any longer. I barged out of the door into the pouring rain just as he pulled up in a black sedan with tinted windows. His rolled down slightly.
“Get in,” he told me.
Holy shit, this is crazy! I thought, bubbling with excitement as I rushed through the pouring rain and slid into the passenger side of his car—my professor’s car. What would my mother say?
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“To get you cleaned up,” he replied. “And we can’t do that here.”
I shook when he touched me, his strong hand against my thigh, reminding me of Monday in his office when he took me, pulled my pants down and lay me bare before him. I moaned and shifted in my seat as he drove off campus, my heart aflutter as I tried to imagine what he had in store for me next.
It felt like the world’s longest drive, but of course it wasn’t, as Professor Grey lived just on the other side of campus. We arrived at a gorgeous house with new cedar shingles and a modern flair. The garage door opened and he pulled inside. It closed behind us, bathing us in darkness. I felt him move beside me, and when the dim light clicked on overhead, gasped when I saw he was face to face with me, his beautiful lips less than an inch from mine.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s warm you up—get you nice and clean for me.”
“C—Caleb—”
“Relax,” he told me. “You’re shaking. There’s no need. You’re safe here. Now, do as your teacher says, or we’ll have to talk about that scholarship of yours...”
He grinned and got out of the car, knowing I would do as he said. I got out too and followed him inside. The house was warm, inviting and smelled like him. A horrible thought invaded my mind as we walked; how many other girls had been here?
“You know, you should count yourself lucky,” he said. “I’ve never brought a girl back here before.”
Fuck, he really is psychic!
All I could do was smile as he turned, took my hand and led me down a hall to an enormous bathroom with a walk-in shower like you’d find in a sauna.
“Now. Strip out of those wet clothes, princess,” he told me. “And let’s get you nice and clean—that is—before we get dirty.”