“What’s your roommate up to this weekend? Is Deena the blonde I see you with at lunch?” Grant asks.
“Yes, that’s my beautiful roommate. She has a date tonight with Ken. He lives upstairs. They’re going to dinner and hitting a club afterwards.”
“How do you like your roommates?”
“They’re all good, I got lucky. Deena’s a little wild, but I’ve gotten used to her ways.”
“What kind of ‘wild’?”
“Ummm, well let’s just say she likes variety…and to party,” I say with a smirk.
“Really, she sounds like a typical sorority girl.”
“Hey, I’m a sorority girl! I take offense to that,” I huff out half joking, half serious.
“So are you saying you wouldn’t want a little variety, as you call it?” I have to stop before I answer that incriminating question. He’s trying to bait me, but honestly, would I like variety?
“Let me ask you Professor, when you were in college, did you indulge in variety?” He doesn’t answer me right away.
“Alright, fair enough, you don’t have to answer my question, we won’t go there.”
“Have you ever had a serious girlfriend? You know all about my one serious relationship, which I wrote about in my ‘First Love’ essay. What about you?” I’ve always wanted to ask this.
“I’d rather not talk about it,” he says with a clenched jaw, and he reaches for my hand. Wow, it must have ended badly. This must be why he has these walls built up.
We’re turning into his parent’s neighborhood and when we get there dinner is ready and waiting. He had a chef come and make us dinner tonight.
“Grant you think of everything, I’m blown away, this is so very romantic,” I gush and give him a kiss. As I’m admiring his handsomeness over dinner, I’m ready and willing to take him to the bedroom right now. When I’ve finished satisfying my appetite for food, I place my napkin down on the table and get up from my chair and walk over to my sexy Professor. He watches me, wipes the corners of his mouth and places his napkin down on the table and scoots his chair back, making room for me to straddle him.
“Dinner was delicious, now I want you to satisfy my appetite for you Professor,” I say lustfully. At the mere mention of those words I can feel him growing hard between my legs. His hands grip my ass pulling me harder into him and our lips lock in a sizzling hot kiss. He breaks away and buries his face in my breasts.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he commands, his voice strained with lust.
“You read my mind,” I taunt.
Once we hit the bed, I need his hands on me now. He practically rips my clothes off and I do the same to him. I want to feel all of him everywhere, on me, inside me. He is like a drug or a fever I can’t shake. I literally forget the world when I’m with him.
We’re kissing each other now as if we can’t get enough air, this is more frenzied than usual. He’s practically biting my nipples now and it leaves me moaning out in pleasure. Now his lips are kissing my sweet spot and sucking my swollen bud into his mouth. It’s the sweetest torture as I swivel my hips up into his mouth. He slides two fingers into me and I just about die as I twitch and shudder.
“Grant stop,” I say breathlessly, I can’t take it much longer. He crawls up my body, kisses my neck and I spread my legs inviting him in as he pulls one leg high and rests it on his shoulder as he slowly slides his crown into me pressing in further until I’m purring. I feel so close to Grant when our bodies are joined so intimately. I enjoy pleasing this delicious man.
“Oh baby, you feel so good, so tight,” he says and I can hear the pleasure in his voice. I love knowing I make him feel good.
At this moment, this feels so right with him, but maybe the timing isn’t right, does that make sense?
The way he holds me, looks at me and makes love to me, makes me feel so special, so cherished, so womanly and so alive.
THREE
CLARISSA
“Hey,” Jason says, sitting down next to me in English this morning.
“Hi,” I say back offering him a small smile.
“How was your weekend,” he says with a snarky tone to his voice.
“Good,” I reply looking away. I feel a little sheepish running off this weekend when I teased and flirted with him so much at the concert and then afterwards. Professor Montgomery starts class and all talking ceases, but there’s tension existing between us. Grant makes eye contact with me twice during class, which is unlike him. I hope nobody notices. What is with him? He needs to be more careful.
Once class is over Jason walks with me to where my bike is parked. I bend down to remove my lock.
“You went away with HIM this weekend didn’t you?” he asks pointedly.
“Yes,” I reply. Jason doesn’t say anything but just let’s out an exasperated sigh and looks away from me. I won’t even look at him as I busy myself putting my lock into my basket.