The whole thing bothers me just eensiest weensiest bit, and the fact that it does bothers me even more. I think it's time I find a way to kill any lingering feelings I have for the professor, and I get my chance to do so come next period.
Scuba diving lessons for Physica Educationem have been unexpectedly canceled, and I suddenly have all ninety minutes to self-practice my butterfly stroke while I figure out why I'm attracted to the professor in the first place.
He's devastatingly gorgeous for sure, and his sex appeal is way, way off the charts, but I don't think I'm so shallow that physical attraction alone would be enough. There has to be another reason for this weird connection between us, and I do wonder...
Maybe it's because what I really like about him is how he doesn't ever seem to care what other people would say about him?
Maybe it's because—-HOLY GREEK SHIT!
The mark on my neck starts tingling just as I bounce off one of the pool's diving boards, and bubbles immediately start spelling out letters as soon as I break past the surface and dive underwater.
Locker Room. Now.
So this is what Cad meant when he said this mark is his connection to my god.
I swim back up as quickly as I can, and the way my heart's already pounding is reassuring. I may have a few sexual kinks to straighten out where the professor's concerned, but when it comes to my heart, the answer is absolutely clear.
My steps slow to an uncertain halt when I get to the locker room, which is more crowded than I expected it to be. There are girls on the benches chatting and texting, girls taking selfies by the mirror, and—-whoa!
One of the shower cubicle doors suddenly swing open on its own, and when I look around, no one else seems to have noticed it. My heart starts hammering as I walk towards it, and I can also feel myself getting shamefully excited as I get closer and closer. I know it can only be him, of course, and
by the time I reach the cubicle, I'm already oh so wet between my legs, and aah!
An invisible hand grabs mine to yank me in, and the door slams shut so loudly it has a couple of girls shrieking and calling me a freak. Which is somewhat true...since I'm now getting my freak on with my god.
Our mouths meet in a torrid hot kiss while his fingers drag down the front zip of my one-piece. I wriggle out of my suit as fast as I can while sucking eagerly on his lower lip, and oh, the moment I'm finally naked...
Aaaaaaaah!
My lips part in a silent cry as his thick, big cock shoves inside of me, and the god starts fucking me up against the wall. His thrusts are rough and forceful, and I love it so much I can only bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from moaning out loud.
When I hear footsteps and giggles from outside our door, I can't help but tense. I don't want to risk making any noise, but it's as if the god knows this, too...because the next thing I know, he's just doing everything he can to make me scream. His mouth latches to where my mark's still tingling on the side of my neck while his fingers start pulling at my nipple. And all throughout it, his cock is plunging deeper and deeper into my womanhood—-
Y-you...b-beast!
Even though I'm only railing at him inside our minds, it's embarrassing to note how breathless my mental voice sounds, and my embarrassment only grows when I feel his lips curve into a knowing smirk against my neck.
Shit, shit, shit!
I wish I had the power to pull away and make him experience some sensual torture on his own.
But I can't.
Because the moment his thumb started grinding down crazily on my clit, it's all over from me, and no matter how hard I try to control my response, my temperature just keeps rising and rising until the heat is impossible to contain.
An involuntary gasp bursts past my lips as I start to cum, and the god's mouth slams down on me as he reaches his own feverish peak. His cock twitches and jerks powerfully inside of me as it starts shooting out its load, and I feel myself cumming even harder.
Time becomes immeasurable, and I'm barely able to keep my eyes open as the last ripples of my orgasm fade. I'm so tired, dammit, and I strike the god's invisible chest with my fist in a futile show of irritation.
How can I survive my afternoon classes when you've tired me out like this?
I didn't hear you complaining earlier, moraki mou.
I...I...just don't do this again when—-aaah!
The god's tongue suddenly flicks against my ear, and I forget the rest of what I have to say as my body shudders and slumps over his chest.