Christine
With trembling hands, I push the door to the lecture hall open. Anders, who was chatting with another student up at the front of the room, catches my gaze. His eyes flick up and down me as I come walking in, trying hard as I can to act casual. His mouth tightens a little but he’s quick to turn back to the student in front of me as if nothing is wrong.
I picked my outfit out carefully this morning – not a spec of black in it.
That’s right.
You can’t see a single shred of black.
Yes, I know what we agreed to.
I have a filmy silver shirt that somehow shows more than it covers up, setting off my tiny waist to perfection. Then a white skirt with silver polka dots covering it, finished off with silver fuck-me high heels.
I sit down in the front row, right in front of Anders’ favorite place to stand as he’s talking. He won’t be able to ignore me here.
Class begins and I’ll admit it – I have no fucking clue what he talked about. Probably political science – that’s a safe bet considering he’s a political science professor – but beyond that, no idea. Every time his gaze drifted back towards me, I shifted in my seat, making sure to hike my skirt up just a little farther as I did so. The next time he looked at me, I bent over and pulled a lollipop out of my bag. I unwrapped it slowly, staring at him as I did so, and then slowly put it into my mouth, moving it slowly in and out of my mouth as I sucked on it, never breaking eye contact the whole time.
Anders stopped, mid-sentence, cleared his throat, jerked his eyes away from mine and walked back to the podium to look over his notes.
Score!
Any day that I cause Anders to lose his train of thought is a win in my book.
He dismisses class a little early and almost beats the rush of students out the door. I slowly pack my shit up, giving everyone a chance to clear out before leaving myself. I head a few doors down to his office, and knock. My knees are shaking almost worse than they were walking into the lecture hall an hour earlier.
“Come in,” I hear through the door. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open.
Anders comes to his feet as soon as he sees me, his eyes a stormy gray, questioning, flicking up and down my body and back to my face.
“Ms. Jalili,” he says formally.
I close the door behind me and lean against it for a moment for support and courage, wishing I had a margarita in my hand.
Fingers trembling, I pull at the silver fabric wrapped across my tits. In one swift move, it drops to the floor at my feet, revealing my black bra, all lace and sequins, then reach behind me and unzip my skirt, dropping it to the floor around my feet, revealing my black lace panties.
“I wanted to hedge my bets,” I whisper. His mouth curls into a wolfish smile.
192
Christine
I can see the surprise in his eyes as I saunter over to him in my black lace lingerie, swaying my hips as I go. Hunger and lust are all over his face, his smile brimming with mischievousness. Never taking his eyes out of mine, he comes up to me and meets me halfway, placing both his hands on my waist.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He asks me, my heart racing as I feel the warmness in his hands spreading to my body. There’s no going back from this and, screw it, I don’t want no going back. I want to move forward, to surrender to him. Sure, this is wrong - but the wrong things always end up being the most delicious ones as well...
“You have no idea,” I tell him, grinning as I hook my fingers on his belt and pull him into me. He comes willingly but then, moving fast, he grins back at me and grabs me by the wrists. He pushes me back and, lifting my arms in the air, pins me against the wall. I’m breathing hard, my lungs working overtime as I feel his body pressed against mine.
“You have no idea, sir” He corrects me, that wicked grin of his melting me away. I feel my thong dampening as he looks into my eyes, willing me into submission, and then he leans into me, parting his full lips and placing them over my mouth. I close my eyes, savoring him, smelling him… Could a kiss ever be more perfect? I doubt it, I really do.
He lets go of my arms, resting one hand behind my neck and the other on my hip. I pull back from his kiss and lay my forehead against his, breathing deeply as I savor the moment. I look into his eyes, my heart racing and pumping desire through my veins. To think that I’ve lusted after him for so long, and now here I am… Half naked in his office, ready to submit to him. Let Ashley keep her sex god… Now I have one of my own.
I kiss him eagerly, my tongue darting inside his mouth and dancing around his as he presses me once more against the wall, both hands on my hips. I grab his shirt by the hemline and, yanking with both hands, force him to lift his arms up as I undress him.
"Much better," I grin at him, my eyes roaming over his perfect muscles.
He grabs my hair by the root, tilting my head back and pressing his body against mine as he lays his mouth over my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. I exhale loudly, my hands rubbing against his chest and feeling the rugged outline of his chiseled muscles.
I grab his belt and unbuckle it with hurried movements, sliding it off his pants with a sweeping motion. My hands find that sweet spot under his belly and I lace my fingers around the hem of his pants, looking for the clasp of his zipper as he kisses my neck. I can already feel his cock standing to attention, pushing against the opening of his pants as I finally slide his zipper down. I open up my hand and press my palm against his thick shape, my mind burning with anticipation.