But then this happened.
"I don't know if we should go on vacation together after the semester ends," I told him one morning after waking up. We had had some real marathon freaky sex the night before and my clit was sore to say the least. But you know even after sex the next morning when you wake up feeling just as horny? Like all that cumming you did just a few hours ago did absolutely nothing in calming your horniness. Your hormones are just making you go wild.
Yeah, it was that kinda morning. I remember
pushing my ass back against that thick, fat cock of his. Anders groaning and putting his arms on my hips, pulling me even closer.
Then he said those words that made me realize this wasn't just a fling between student and teacher.
"Just imagine after this term is ended and we can do this all the time," he said. "We should go on vacation together after the semester. Are you free?".
But what didI hear?
This is what my brain interpreted it as:
"I want to keep banging you, and pretend we're having a normal relationship, but not here where I know people. Lets go do that somewhere where no one knows us, yeah?"
Maybe I was being crazy.
"No, Anders," I said, turning over.
Great, I remember thinking. Now instead of his cock poking and prodding my ass, it was inches from my cooch.
"I'm not going on vacation with you till we know what we're doing together," I told him, looking him in the eyes.
That's when his eyes went all distant.
"I thought you knew, darling," he said in that Mid-Atlantic voice of American aristocracy. "I love you."
Okay, so we were naked. I may have had morning breath. He was still scruffy. But he looked so cute.
"I love you, Christine," he said to me - his dark eyes looking into mine. "You don't have to say anything now, I just wanted..."
But I never let him finish. I was kissing him and running my hands over his body, desperately trying to pull him closer into me. If it was at all possible that we'd be pulled together into the same person - become one being - I would have done it. I wanted to be inseparable with Anders.
When I finally came up for air, I looked at him and smiled. "I hope you realize I love you too," I told him.
Six.
That's how many times I've sat down in front of the Selections Committee for the United Nations Consultancy Program.
Guess who's been on the committee every single time?
Yep.
Anders Trask.
I mean, talk about conflict of interest, right? This tops them all. For a program that's designed to judge the applicants on the moral fiber that they carry, I'm somehow not sure that sleeping with my professor who also happens to be on the nominating committee is the best idea.
The worst part about it? Anders doesn't seem to care.
Four.
That's how many times I've tried to bring up the fact that I'm not completely comfortable with the arrangement.
The first time, he just picked me up and threw me on the bed and began to kiss my neck. I mean, you try talking and expressing your concerns when you have a giant cock rubbing up against you and a wonderful man feeling your boob and kissing your neck. So I gave up that time.
The second time he went down on me. He even used his fingers. It was a long, slow process where he stimulated my G-spot over and over. He told me to relax and I closed my eyes, letting everything go. All of a sudden, it felt like I had to pee. Anders told me to trust him, and my body began to shake and before I knew it, I was squirting.