“Twenty-seven,” he answers with a sigh. So he’s nine years older than me. Professor Montgomery isn’t old by any stretch of the imagination, he’s at the prime virale stud age. Definitely not a boy, but I’m tired of boys. I would love to be with a man that knows what he’s doing. I want to be seduced and he appears to be up for the task. Yes, I’ve decided, I will let him seduce the panties off me and enjoy every single minute of it I hope. We will have to be discreet though.
“Do you do this kind of thing often?” I can’t help asking.
“What kind of thing are you referring to, taking a college coed out to lunch?” he says with a smirk.
“Yes, that amongst other things,” I say licking my lips suggestively. I see him swallow hard and squirm in his chair slightly.
“Would you have dinner with me this Saturday?” he asks.
“What did you have in mind?” I’m excited at the prospect of being alone with him, but cautious at the same time.
“Do you have your own car here on campus?” he asks.
“Yes, why?”
“We will need to be extremely careful and discreet if we start something,” he says in a hushed tone that is so sexy.
“I thought of that too,” I say softly looking around.
“Can you drive over to my place in Beverly Hills?”
“Yes, that’s not too far from campus,” I say and then there’s a long pause as time stands still and we just stare into each other’s eyes. The sexual tension makes me throb between my legs. By agreeing to drive over to his place, I have just agreed to a night of passion and we both know it.
*****
Saturday has arrived and I’m standing in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear tonight.
“What are you up to tonight?” Deena walks into our room and plops down on her bed.
“Going to dinner with a friend,” I reply keeping my answers to a minimum.
“Who’s the friend?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows at me.
“Oh a friend from High School,” I fib.
“Male or Female?” Deena can’t help asking.
“Male,” I admit.
“Oooo, could you be getting a souvenir tonight?” she teases and starts laughing.
“Possibly,” I say coyly.
“Don’t forget these,” she says, throwing some condoms on my bed.
“I know, I already have some in my purse.”
“Good girl,” Deena beams.
“Should I wear a skirt, a dress or some jeans?” I ask Deena, although he always sees me in jeans. I think I will go for a dress that hugs my curves and a sexy lace bra and panty set.
“Go for that black dress, it’s understated but sexy.” Deena points to the one I’m holding up to myself in the mirror. I put on a sexy lace bra and panty set. God I hope I can go through with this. I blow dry my hair and curl the ends making my hair flow down nicely around my shoulders. I layer on my scents, body wash, body lotion and perfume on my pulse points. Then I throw on my strappy high heels, grab my purse with my essentials in it and I’m ready to go.
“Wish me luck,” I call out to Deena.
“Good luck getting some tonight. You should have no trouble looking like that,” she compliments.
“What, or should I say who, are you doing tonight?” I giggle.
“Have you met those guys upstairs in number 72?” she asks.
“No, I don’t think so. Why are you doing all of them?” I shriek out at her and we both start laughing.
“That’s a thought, they all are smoking hot. You need to meet them.”
“Well, save one for me,” I quip.
“I find the one named Ken the most Close Encounter worthy,” Deena continues.
“Keep me posted, I gotta run,” I say over my shoulder, heading out the door.
Chapter 5
clarissa
I wonder where in Beverly Hills Professor Montgomery lives as I Google Map the address he gave me. Looks like a nice building of condo units on Maple Street. It takes me about half an hour to get over to his neighborhood. I park my car in front of his building and take a deep calming breath.
Now that I am actually here, I’m getting cold feet. I’ve never done a one night stand. I think that’s what we’re doing, but I have absolutely no idea. I guess I’m fine with it. After all I have to win the challenge because I abhor housework. Checking my make-up in the rear view mirror before getting out of my BMW, I pull down my dress that has ridden up past what’s tasteful. I stride up to the entrance of his building. He told me to text him when I arrived. I peer into the lobby and see gorgeous Professor Man coming to greet me with a sexy smile playing across his kissable lips.
“Miss Clarkson, do come in,” he greets me opening the door.
“Hello Professor,” I murmur as suggestively as I can, even though my heart is practically beating out of my chest.
“Please call me Grant when we’re off campus,” he commands softly.
“Alright, but Professor sounds naughtier…” I can’t believe I just said that to him as we step into the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors close he backs me into the corner.