The Dating Lesson

As his hips start to move and the head of his cock swells, I know he’s about to come. He makes a hissing sound only I can hear just before spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. His legs are shaking and I swallow every drop. He shivers as I release him from my mouth.

Like he did with my class, he dismisses this class early too. When everyone is gone, he yanks me out from under the desk. The look on my face is set hard, his brows drawn together like he might reprimand me, but then he kisses me.

“You’re surprising me at every turn,” he says, then he smiles.

I’m surprising myself too. There’s no way I would have done something so crazy even a week ago. There’s something about Leo that makes me willing to risk everything.

The next day it’s the same thing. I stay after class and as soon as all the students have left, I’m naked and bent over classroom furniture. He holds me up against the wall, lifting me off my feet so that they wrap around his waist. He fucks me until I’m sore and sends me on my way before his next cluster of students enter the room.

Every day I stay after class for our “lessons”. It’s my favorite part of the day. And sometimes, but not often, he’ll show up at the coffee shop while I’m studying. Other than that we text before I go to bed and start all over the next morning. I’ve grown to hate weekends. That’s the only time I don’t see him. Those days I’m stuck with my roommate, listening to whichever person (or people) she’s entertaining at the time, and their naked theatrical productions usually leave me spending most of my time in the dorm lounge or the library. It’s almost as if I don’t have a dorm room, but I’m not going to create trouble with Brenna. I can make this work.

Sunday night, before I fall asleep, I see an email from the administration sent to all of the students. Classes are canceled on Monday. I’m not sure why. Yet another day I won’t see Leo and it has me feeling sadder than I anticipated.

I’m lying in bed Monday, trying to think of something to keep me busy this morning, while Brenna is finishing getting ready for the part time job she picked up recently.

There’s a knock at the door. I assume it’s another one of Brenna’s friends. “Are you gonna get that?” Brenna asks when I don’t get up. She typically answers the door when she’s expecting someone, so I’m confused.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I ask.

She fluffs her hair in the mirror and applies a thin layer of lipstick that seems far too bright for this time of morning. “Nope, you?”

“No,” I say. Maybe someone in the dorm has been locked out of their room and needs to use the phone. It doesn’t happen often but there are times when we get the random knock on the door by other dorm neighbors, telling us about a party or asking to borrow something.

When I open the door, I nearly trip over my feet when I see Leo standing there. He’s not wearing his typical professor attire with the khakis, tweed jacket, and oxford style shoes. Instead, he wears jeans, Chucks, and a button up plaid shirt. He looks casual, yet cool and sexy as hell.

I stand at the threshold like an idiot, ogling and marveling at him. When Brenna comes up behind me, I startle.

“Professor Whitford,” she says, confused. She also seems to notice the casual way he’s dressed and is perplexed by it. “I thought classes were cancelled today, at least that’s what the email said,” she says. There’s a hint of fear in her voice. Which is strange because all she seems to care about is sex and partying, yet to get into this school and stay here, you have to maintain excellent grades. Maybe she’s one of the lucky few who just aces school and doesn’t have to work as hard as the rest of us.

Leo smiles casually. It’s a friendly smile that seems to catch her off guard. I know they have a turbulent history and she was kicked out of his class, but there doesn’t seem to be any bad blood between them.

“There aren’t any classes today, but I am here on official business. Ms. Stevens,” he says to me. “I know you’re trying your best, but there are some things we need to discuss about the last paper you turned in,” he says to me.

Considering we haven’t turned in any papers recently, I know he’s full of shit. I have to stop myself from smiling. Brenna looks at him, then at me. She gives me an odd look. I can tell she has questions and the look she gives me hints that she will ask me about this later.