Chapter 14 Hot for Teacher
Hot for Teacher
During standard business hours, I’d purposefully avoided talking to Hudson. Mostly because I wasn’t sure I could keep a straight face around him. The last thing I needed was anyone in the office noticing the waves of lust rolling off me.
But once the office was clear, there was no avoiding him. Like magnetized machine parts, we collided not ten seconds after the last person swiped their key card to leave.
“Hi there,” he said, hovering in the hallway between my office and his desk.
“Hey,” I replied a little awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Talk to you like normal when, in the back of my mind, I know we’re going to have sex later. Like, is this what dating is like? Do you really hold a regular conversation, all while thinking about how to get them in bed?”
Forcing myself to do anything else besides stare at him (and think about how his jeans and cuffed-sleeve sweater would look on my bedroom floor), I led us both to the conference room.
“Pretty much. Or, if you’re unlucky and you have a sexy coworker, you have to do all of that while explaining complex computing modalities to her.” When I startled, he scoffed. “What, you’re saying you really never thought of me that way?”
Yes, of course I have. And you don’t even want to know how graphic my fantasies have been.
But there was a difference between fantasizing about sex and sex lingering just beyond your fingertips. On those other occasions, he’d been an impossibility. Now he was almost mine.
“If it’ll help,” he said, “just focus on the lesson part of tonight’s activities. We can cross the sex bridge when we get to it.”
“Hudson, we’re literally going to be talking about sex toys for the next hour. I don’t think I can avoid thinking about interpersonal copulation.”
“And I’m going to have a hard time not being turned on by you saying things as sexy as interpersonal copulation, so at least we’ll both be suffering equally.
” As if anyone could be turned on by those words.
He held open the conference room door and gestured me inside.
“Just try, Miss Porter. I’ll be a good student, I promise. ”
We’d agreed on sex toy lessons followed by swift virginity loss, and to keep things professional, we’d decided to host the former in the office.
As my colleagues had trickled out this evening, I’d drawn the curtains over the conference room and set up a veritable smorgasbord of BuzzCorp’s finest sex toys for his inspection and perusal.
Above us, the projector hummed, casting the entire room in anticipatory blue light.
“So…” I said, spreading out my arms, presenting the silicone-and-plastic-laden table for his inspection. “Welcome to Dr. Porter’s School for Continuing Sex Toy Education.”
“Wow,” he marveled, staring at the toys.
He gulped. Visibly gulped. I rolled my eyes. It was the only thing keeping me from getting on tiptoe and kissing his Adam’s apple. How could a gulp be sexy?
“Don’t act so shocked. You know where you work.”
“Yeah, but this is the first time I’ve let myself imagine using them on you.”
A hand traced around my waist, almost as if he was going to spin me into him for a kiss. I wriggled out of it, trying to heed his advice. Don’t think about sex. Focus on the lessons. Be his teacher, not his fuckbuddy.
“You’re being a very bad student, Mr. Bailey.”
“Sorry,” he said, trying to stifle a laugh. He took a seat at the conference table. “I’ll behave, Dr. Porter.”
I hope you don’t.
What an unfortunate turn of events. He’d told me to be his teacher, and I didn’t even realize how much that would turn me on. We were back at square one—desperately horny and trying not to think about sex.
Putting some much-needed distance between us, I took the seat across from him.
“Now, before we start, I have a few questions for you.”
Anyone else might have missed him wincing. It was a microexpression, barely perceptible. But I noticed. I also noticed the way he tried to cover it by leaning back and feigning a casual air. “Shoot.”
I should have let it go. However, I’d never known when to keep my mouth shut. To make matters worse, Hudson seemed to like that I never said the right thing, which only encouraged me to do it more. At least in his presence. “Why does that make you uncomfortable? Me asking you questions?”
“I like to focus on other people. I’m not very interesting.”
He said those two thoughts as though they were nested subjects, when in reality, they didn’t fit together at all. The first sentence was an oddity. The second sentence was an attempt to stave off unwanted follow-ups.
Why didn’t he want me to know about him?
No one in this world is uninteresting. That, I believed to be a scientific fact. And if anyone could be uninteresting, it wasn’t him.
Hudson Bailey was the Large Hadron Collider of people. Infinitely complex, staggeringly beautiful, and incomprehensible.
I wanted to take him apart, piece by piece, and understand how he ticked. What were the gears that made up his thoughtful mind? What sort of engine powered his caring heart? What was the exact function that made up the curve of his lips?
“You’re plenty interesting to me,” I replied.
“You’re a scientist. Everything interests you. It’s in the job description.”
“Not everything. I may be a polymath, but my interests pretty much extend to chemistry, physics, engineering, and bagels. And you. You’re interesting, Hudson.”
“Not as interesting as you.” Then he turned his attention to the table between us. “And not as interesting as these toys. What the hell does this thing do?”
He picked up a wand and waved it in my direction. At one end, it had a hard, black plastic handle; at the other end was a silicone sucker that might have looked like a cross between a tulip and a fish if I hadn’t given the standard toy a redesign to keep it from looking so silly.
A blowjob simulator.
Oh right. There were, like, twenty sex toys on the table between us.
However…I still had questions for him.
“You’re not getting out of this. We’ll start off easy. What do you want for dinner?”
He shrugged.
“I’m good with whatever.”
“I want Thai.”
“Sounds great.”
I frowned and ran a second test.
“Actually, pizza.”
He never lost that winning smile, not for a second. “Fantastic.”
“What do you want?”
“Anything you like.”
“Hudson, I’m not having sex with someone who can’t tell me what he wants. That’s not fair to you.”
“I want to make you happy. That’s it. Now, are you going to teach me or what? That is our deal, after all.”
A slight edge tinged the air. Desperation. He really didn’t want me to know anything about him.
I let it go. If I pushed him, I might lose him, and I couldn’t lose him tonight. Not when I was so close.
“Sure. Back to the sex toy lessons. But to get a baseline…you told me you don’t have any experience with all this stuff. Tell me about that.”
It was a teacherly instruction, not a question. Carefully crafted so he had no choice but to respond.
“I was in a long-term relationship. I met a girl the first day of college, fell head over heels, and then we entered a very vanilla relationship. I’ve never been particularly adventurous.
I mean, I have fantasies just like the next guy, but she wasn’t super open to them.
I wanted to please my partner, whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was to touch herself while we had sex.
Oral wasn’t her thing. She didn’t really like me touching her.
And since she never brought them up, I never saw the point of trying out sex toys. ”
“Never saw the point?” I asked, my voice pitching up in surprise.
“Not really, no. We had good sex. We both got off regularly together. When that relationship ended, I had a few hookups, but believe it or not, none of them carried vibrators around in their purses, so I never had the chance to try it with anyone else.”
My first reaction? I carry sex toys in my purse; I’m not an animal.
My second reaction? Oh right. That’s not normal. You’re the weird one in this scenario.
My third…
“Why’d you break up?”
“We were in business together and we had a big fight about the company. Fundamental differences of opinion regarding our direction. One day, she just…decided she didn’t like me enough anymore to keep me around. Not in the office and not by her side.”
A million more questions entered my mind. The first thought to bubble to the surface, though, was:
“Her loss.”
“Back to the topic at hand,” he said, carefully avoiding any follow-ups. “Toys always seemed to be for women to use on their own. I’m not a big porn guy, but the stuff I did watch never had women use them. It just didn’t seem to be for me.”
A stitch of anger made its way to the center of my chest. It reminded me of high school, that agitated pain that occurred when you’d eaten your weight at Taco Tuesday right before the Presidential Physical Fitness Test.
“Oh, Hudson. We’ve got so much work to do.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“You’re not disappointing. The education on this issue is…
” I said. I had a habit of pacing when I was frustrated, and now was no different.
Rising from my chair, I marched back and forth along the elegant carpet.
“The fact that you, a sexually active man, don’t understand the importance of this technology is sad.
Mr. Ose was right, BuzzCorp is proudly women-led, but is that our fault, or is it the fault of society for teaching men that they don’t need to concern themselves with female pleasure? ”
To his credit, Hudson let the rant continue.