The Dating Lesson

The guy flirting with me, Jaime, I think he said his name is, is oblivious when it comes to our professor. Jaime is asking about my hobbies, interests, where I’m from, why I chose this particular school, why I want to be a lawyer, what kind of law I want to focus on. I answer the questions politely, but watch Leo the whole time. I’m not used to someone being jealous over me and I hate to admit that I like it. I would never try to make someone jealous on purpose, but it is flattering when it happens.

But why would he be jealous? What we have is just flirty, isn’t it? It’s an internet hookup, although now instead of relying on the app, we can just hook up in person whenever we want. Same goal, different method. Anyway, I can’t imagine he’s the kind of man would potentially fuck up his own career by actually dating one of his students. Surely, he wouldn’t want that information made public or he’d risk losing his job.

Leo starts his lecture, bringing up some PowerPoint slides and leading us through yesterday’s case study. Today, without the surprise of seeing him for the first time, I’m able to follow along and take notes. And I like seeing this side of him. Super fucking smart. Confident as hell. He leads us through the case and documents, pointing out so many things I’d missed when I just read it on my own yesterday. Clearly, he is as smart as he is sexy. Halfway through class he tells us to exchange work with another student so we can critique each other’s case studies. I turn to Jaime.

As I exchange notes with Jaime, and we start talking about the case, I hear my phone ping from my bag. I reach down for it and I see a text from Leo. I don’t like the way that kid is looking at you.

Despite my mouth turning up at the corners in amusement, I try my best to hide my smile. I text him back: He’s just being a nice guy. We’re following your assignment.

I go to put my phone back in my bag so I can concentrate on my work, but apparently he’s not done with this particular part of his lecture, and my phone pings again.

No, he’s looking at you the way I look at you; like I want to rip your clothes off.

“Everything okay?” Jaime asks.

“Oh, just my mom. You know how overprotective parents can be.”

I text Leo back. All thoughts about the work in front of me have flown out the window, and now the only part of my brain that’s operating is the horny part. Not very useful or smart of me.

Oh really? You want to rip my clothes off? What else do you want to do to me?

“Enough discussion now,” Leo announces to the hall. “Now I want you editing your partner’s paper. Trust me, they can use all the help they can get.”

Jaime rolls his eyes at me and I smile back. We each start making marks on the other’s paper. Leo’s eyes finally shift to me, and Jaime seems suddenly invisible to him. I raise my eyebrows in a challenge.

Leo glances at me, then back at his phone. He’s typing for a while and I realize I’m holding my breath. Moments later I receive another text.

I want to walk up the aisle with everyone in this room watching. I want to drag you down to the front of the hall and strip you naked, revealing your milky pale skin. I would lay you down on the desk and spread your legs, exposing that tight little pussy of yours, all pink and wet and swollen. I’d spread you open and shove my tongue inside your sexy cunt until your juices flow out of you covering my mouth.

My breathing gets heavy. Dirty talk is a very new thing to me, and some of the words Leo uses I have always had an aversion to. I thought they were base, and even degrading. But the way he uses them doesn’t feel like that at all. They make me feel powerful and sexy, like he’s worshipping me, and my body responds immediately.

I feel paranoid reading these texts with Jaime sitting next to me. He’s too attentive to whatever I’m doing. I risk the chance of him looking over my shoulder and reading my texts. I’m glad I didn’t save Leo’s name in my phone. It’s just a number, but a number I know by heart already. If Jaime does manage to read my text, he’ll probably think it’s to another student, but he’ll also wonder why I lied to him about it being texts from my mother. I look around and see most people concentrating on the papers in front of them. I feel some relief and go back to the texts that buzz one by one as they arrive.