CLARISSA
I give Grant all of my passion and desire the minute I walk in the door tonight because in the back of my mind I’m afraid this will have to end soon. He seems a little surprised when I practically attack him as soon as we get in the front door of his condo. I kiss him, devouring him. My hand reaches and squeezes his manhood through his jeans.
“I need you,” I say, I crave my addiction. He picks me up and carries me into his bedroom. We both strip off every piece of clothing we have on and I drop to my knees in front of him and take his erection in my hand and stroke him before I wrap my lips around him. I look up at him, as I taste him.
“God Clarissa, you’re a vision,” he growls and throws his head back with a groan. After I’ve enjoyed my appetizer, I stand up and we crawl into his bed. I push him onto his back. I want to ride him.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” he questions.
“Shhh,” I hush him. His fingers reach down between my thighs and he finds my most sensitive nub. All he has to do is touch it and I shudder. He knows just the right pressure to make me quiver.
“God, you’re already so wet for me baby, you want me inside you?” I gaze at him and all I want to do is consume and devour his luscious body, but he has other ideas for me as he swiftly rolls me onto my back.
“I want to make love to you,” he says tenderly. Oh. My. God. His words make my entire body melt and heat up with lust for him, but those words scare me to death at the same time. How am I ever going to let him go? I just look up at him looming over me in the darkness. My hand reaches up and strokes his cheek. His lips take mine in the most tantalizing kiss. I wrap my legs around him, pulling his shaft against me. He slides home into my slick core inch by glorious inch I take him in deeply skin-to-skin.
“God, you feel so good,” he moans out.
“I love having you inside me like this, I can really feel every inch of you,” I gasp parting my legs wider to let all of him in. I hold him tightly tonight.
“Clarissa, I’m falling for you.” Grants words fall into the darkness as he continues to pump into me. I don’t know what to say, even though I feel the same way, I fight it every single day.
“I know you feel the same way, I can feel it every time you share your body with me Clarissa.”
“You’re right Professor, and I fight it every day,” I say, looking deep into his pool blue eyes. With that he continues making love to me, taking me away to oblivion as I come undone in his arms.
“I’m addicted to you,” he says as he rolls off me.
“Well, I could say the feeling is mutual,” is all I can commit to.
“Grant, what would happen to you if someone found out about us?” I venture to ask.
“I would be fired,” he admits.
“What would you do if you didn’t teach?”
“Don’t worry about me, I would land on my feet.”
“What would they do to me?”
“Probably nothing, you would be seen as the victim of my seduction. Why the twenty questions?” he asks. I don’t answer him right away. I don’t know whether I should tell him or not.
*****
GRANT
I never dreamed I would get so attached to Clarissa, because I don’t do attachment. Her innocence drew me in and I let my guard down. I let her in and I may have to pay the price for it. For some reason she’s fighting it, fighting us. She’s trying to deny the inevitable, that we care about each other beyond the sex. She’s torn, she struggles with us, I can tell. I’m not stupid.
The Bancroft kid won’t let up on her, maybe he’s wearing her down. Why doesn’t he find some other hot coed to go after instead of my Clarissa? The campus is full of them especially in the Greek System that they both seem to be a part of. It’s maddening to see him always being so damn attentive to her. And then of course monetarily I can’t compete with the kid; come on the Bancroft family could write a check for a campus building, no problem. Although I don’t gather money is the driving force for Clarissa. She is such an incredibly genuine person and that’s what makes her special, part of her charm. What you see is what you get, there’s no BS or snobbery about her. Do I have it bad for her? She has definitely gotten under my skin without even trying to ever press for more with me.
What was with the twenty questions? Sure, I could lose my job, but honestly, I don’t care.
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