Chapter 22 - Lila
Lila
I settled into a nice groove over the next two weeks.
Jace and I had a new rule: we didn’t do anything during the week, nor on campus. And we actually stuck to it this time!
But that meant we were both ravenous with lust by the time the weekend rolled around.
Jace came over late Friday, after I had a nice buzz from my visit to Brock’s bar. We must have had sex three times before passing out together after midnight. Then we went for round four the next morning, Jace waking me with kisses down the back of my neck and spine.
And then, on Monday morning, we went right back to being professor and student.
I no longer felt guilty about violating the school policy anymore. We were way past that, now. We were too busy loving our little secret, going about our lives on campus while nobody around us knew what we were doing when the weekend hit.
I didn’t realize just how exciting this kind of relationship was! I’d never been with someone forbidden before, and it gave me a little thrill every time I thought about it during the day.
There was just one problem: breaking down that barrier with Jace had changed how I viewed other students, too.
Specifically, Brock Radley.
I really liked Brock as a person. I thought of him as a peer, not as a student.
We started having deeper conversations at the bar when he wasn’t too busy with other customers.
We discussed politics, places we wanted to travel, our favorite foods, and celebrities that we hated.
He was beginning to feel like a genuine friend I could confide in.
He also came to my office hours almost every day. He had legitimate questions to ask me, always deep and nuanced in a way that let me know he was taking the class seriously. Despite that, I wondered if it was just an excuse to see me.
Deep down, I didn’t care.
When I was fifteen, I had a sex dream about a guy in one of my classes.
I was never attracted to him, and honestly outright disliked him prior to the dream.
But after, I couldn’t look at him the same way.
The dream had rewritten part of my brain, and I felt a sexy little shiver every time I saw him.
That’s how I felt about Brock ever since he came to my office while the toy was vibrating inside me.
I liked him before that, but now my brain had been rewritten to see him as what he was: an attractive, charismatic guy who I had a lot in common with.
The kind of guy I would’ve asked out if he weren’t, you know, my student.
But since I was already breaking the rules with Jace, it no longer felt wrong to think of Brock that way.
Sometimes, I found myself fantasizing about that day in my office.
Telling him about the toy, and then having him dramatically sweep the clutter off my desk and take me then and there.
The former athlete could throw me around with ease, I bet.
These were just fantasies, of course. I had enough willpower to restrain myself. Especially since I was having amazing sex with Jace every weekend.
Putting those two men aside, I was having an amazing semester.
I loved all the classes I was teaching, and I genuinely cared about the students I was advising…
even with the occasional sorority girl who didn’t care about her education.
Unlike the previous fall semester, I felt like I knew what I was doing.
My impostor syndrome was gone, replaced by a confidence that had me jumping out of bed each morning, eager to take on the day.
I also felt like I was bringing out the best in my students.
For example, Cam seemed like your typical slacker type on the first day of class.
Sitting in the back of the room, eyes glued to his laptop.
But every day, he’d gotten a little bit more attentive.
He listened during my lecture. He raised his hand and answered questions.
Cam even visited my office hours to get clarification on one of the writing assignments.
He was very obviously a smart kid. I knew he would make a good analyst.
I felt a fondness for him that deepened with every interaction. I sympathized with his situation, getting in trouble and trying to turn his life around. Hopefully he would use his intelligence and talents to make the world a better place.
It was normal for professors to have a favorite student in each class.
We couldn’t help it. One of my colleagues once theorized that it was because we wanted to feel like we were genuinely connecting with students, so we picked out the most promising ones and imbued them with our hopes and dreams for the future. All of that made sense to me.
But I knew it was also because he looked exactly like my teenage crush, Alex Holland.
They had the same hair, the same goofy grin, even the same way of walking with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
My brain was already programmed to be fond of him, even outside of all the unique things that made Cam himself.
That fondness might have been a problem if I didn’t have any other outlet for my sexual energy. Fortunately, I had Jace helping relieve that tension.
We usually waited until late in the evening to begin our sinful activities, but this Friday Jace texted me while I was leaving my office.
Jace: I’ve been patient all day, but I don’t think I can wait any longer. Can we meet at 5:00?
Me: I agree that you’ve been a very good boy. I’ll be home in ten minutes.
Jace: I’ll be there in fifteen.
When I got home, Jace was standing outside my door with a lusty smile on his face and a determined look in his eyes. “You got here quickly,” I said.
“I ran every light,” he said, snatching my keys out of my hand and opening the door like he couldn’t wait another second. “Get the fuck inside, Professor.”
He took charge at the start, bending me over in the foyer, raising my skirt, and devouring me from behind.
Then he carried me to the bedroom and fell on top of me, dragging the tip of his cock up and down my drenched slit before slamming it home in one long stroke.
He fucked me hard and fast, bringing me to a ragged orgasm that made my back arch and my voice go hoarse.
“Slow down,” I said when I finally came down. “Now that I’ve come once, let’s tease it out a little longer.”
Now it was my turn to take over. I rolled him onto his back and straddled his body, riding him with a slow, easy rhythm. Jace gazed up at me, fingers tightening around one nipple, then the other.
Eventually, his hands found their way to my ass, squeezing from both sides and guiding me up and down a little bit faster. As the pace quickened, and another orgasm began to blossom on my horizon, his fingers delved deeper between my cheeks.
“Yes,” I breathed, riding him faster. “Yes.”
One of his fingers moved closer, and closer, until it was finally pressed against my tight backdoor.
My thighs burned as I rode him hard, slamming down on his cock over and over.
And when he plunged the tip of his finger into my asshole, I absolutely came undone.
And, to my delight, he gasped and cried out with manly desire only seconds later.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like that,” he said while we cuddled afterward.
“I’ve been known to enjoy a little ass play from time to time.”
One of his eyebrows rose. “Define a little.”
I hesitated before answering. Had we been doing this long enough that I could comfortably tell him some of my kinks? I felt like I could trust him, but there was always a risk in opening up to someone like this.
“I like anal sex,” I finally said. “Occasionally. When I’m in the right mood. It’s definitely not an all-the-time kind of thing.”
Jace sat up in bed and turned to face me. “You had my curiosity. But now you have my full attention.”
I giggled. “So you’re into that, too?”
“I’m into whatever you’re into, first of all,” he replied. “But yes, I like anal. Occasionally, like you said. If you ever want to try it, let me know.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. “I’d like that. We’ll have to break out the extra toys. Anal is really good when I use a dildo on myself too, for double penetration.”
Jace nodded and said, “Or we can always find a third and do it for real.”
“Very funny. I doubt you’d be cool with having another guy in bed with me.”
“I’m into whatever you’re into,” he insisted. “I mean it. Nothing turns me on more than a woman fulfilling her fantasies. Besides, I’ve always wanted to have a threesome. And if we try it and decide it wasn’t amazing, we never have to do it again.”
My mind began to race. I’d never been with a man who was open to having a threesome before. At least, not a threesome with another man. Guys usually wanted two women.
“Although that will probably need to wait until May, when the semester is over,” Jace added. “Since finding a third means revealing that you, a professor, are sleeping with me, a student.”
I sighed. “Good point. Something to look forward to, I guess.”
Jace relaxed back into bed, propping an arm behind his head. “Hell yeah.”
Then I realized something: he was talking about the future. May was three months away.
He wants to keep doing this.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. “You’re grinning.”
“Nothing. Just fantasizing about all the fun trouble we might get up to.”
We snuggled for a little while, and then he got a text on his phone. “That’s my friend. I think I need to go.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Oh yeah, it’s not an emergency,” he said while pulling on his pants.
“It’s an old Army buddy. His wife’s pregnant and he needs to get out of the house.
He’s kind of freaking out about becoming a father.
We’ve been going out to a bar once or twice a week to talk it over.
He’ll be a great dad when the baby comes, but he’s full of doubt. ”
“The best parents are ones who are self-aware about their ability, so it sounds like he’ll do great,” I said.
“Want me to come back over after?” Jace asked. “We could fool around, watch a movie, then fool around some more. I haven’t gotten enough of you tonight.”
I glanced at my watch. It was after seven.
“Shit,” I said, hopping out of bed. “I’m late for something myself.”
“It’d better not be a Tinder date,” Jace teased.
“Nothing like that. I kind of have my own Friday ritual.” I pressed my body against his and gave him a long kiss. “And yes, I’d love it if you came back later.”
“Text me when you’re home,” Jace said, narrowing his eyes at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Just thinking about how I want to bend you over and tease your ass a little,” he said with a sly smirk.
My entire body shivered with excitement. “Save that energy for later, and we’ll see what happens.”