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  “Breathe,” I order. “It will go easier if you relax.”

  But of course, she doesn’t, she can’t. So I sit her up, so we’re face to face. I tilt her towards me and kiss her, a long, deep kiss. With my other hand I move my cock to her pussy and drive it into her. It’s barely an inch, but already it’s so tight, her hot heat enveloping my cock. Slowly I stretch her apart, push my cock deep into that virgin cunt bit by bit, until I bump up against that barrier. She’s wrapped around my shaft and I can barely pull back enough to push forward, her cream letting me slide all the way through.

  Leah’s screams are muffled against my lips, and I crush her body to mine. Her nails dig into my shoulder, trying to release her pain. I’m buried in deep, and it feels fucking amazing to be wrapped up in Leah. She’s stretched to her limits, her breath shaky even as I adjust myself inside of her, moving my dick and brushing her clit. A shudder passes through her as I give a small thrust, and then another. Her hands hold me even tighter, but she’s moaning now as I drive into her. Nobody has ever felt as good as this.

  “So. Perfect,” I groan.

  I pick up the pace, pushing my cock fully in and out of her with every thrust. The sensation is phenomenal. Leah’s pussy tightens around me, her breasts jiggling as I drive into her hard and fast. I capture one nipple into my mouth, suck hard before I release it. The desk is rumbling, I’m slamming up against a drawer or something, but I don’t care. My hands are flat on the table, gaining leverage so I can push deeper into her pussy, right down to the base of my cock. Leah’s cries are louder now, she’s feeling so fucking good that she’s forgotten where we are. I love this part, watching Leah as she succumbs to the pleasure of what we’re doing. Her pussy’s squirting wildly as I lift her leg, angle her just right, my cockhead so deep it’s slamming into her cervix. I know I haven’t got much longer, but Leah’s still a virgin, she doesn’t know how to hold on, and her orgasm overtakes her, her whole body quivering, her pussy clamping down on my dick, her back arching off the table as she comes. She’s screaming my name as I continue to pound into her, and I feel the pleasure explode inside of me, coursing through my cock as I came.

  “Leah,” I growled, my grip bruising on her leg as I slammed into her one last time.

  My dick is spasming inside of her pussy, her whole body tightening and releasing with every wave as we came together. My whole existence comes down to fiery pleasure as I come inside of her pussy. My hot seed keeps coming, forever it seems, because there’s been no one before or since who’s made me want them as bad as Leah has.

  I want to stay inside of her, but my arms are shaking. The only reason I haven’t collapsed is because I’m in the best shape of my life. Instead I push back, sink into my chair, my reddened cock still half hard. A trickle flows out of Leah’s pussy, still so tight after everything I’ve done. She looks so beautiful, so perfect that I’m ready to go another round, rock her world further, even though a part of me I know how foolish it would be. How foolish all of this already is.

  The other part of me, frankly doesn’t care.

  Leah

  Wow, is all I can think of once I leave the classroom. Lectures have already started up again, so I don’t have to worry about feeling awkward or like someone will find out. I quickly straighten out my clothes a little. It doesn’t look too much like I got thoroughly fucked by my professor I hope. Since we had to leave separately, I quickly walk down the hallway. I feel like my shoes are so loud in the quiet space for some reason. Some guy turns around a corner and gives me a strange look. Blood rushes to my face. I knew it. Somehow everyone’s going to know I just lost my virginity!

  Then I look down and realized that my sweater’s inside out and the tag’s just flapping in front of my chest.

  Crap.

  I go as fast as I can toward the bathrooms, running into the first stall I can. After I hang up my purse, I take off my sweater and flip it inside out. There. I get out of the stall and head toward the mirror, inspecting my reflection. Honestly, I don’t look too bad. Definitely no sign across my forehead saying ‘VIRGIN NO MORE’. In fact, aside from a slight bruise that’s barely noticeable on the side of my neck, I look perfectly normal. I shift, and a small stream of Joshua’s cum leaks out of me. I must have been too swollen and bruised from my first time for it to have seeped out of me until now. Good thing I’m still on birth control for acne. That more than anything is proof that I didn’t just imagine it, that yes, I’d lost my virginity at last.

  I definitely don’t feel it though, I think to myself. I still can’t believe I had sex. I still can’t believe I had sex with Professor Cullen! To put a finer point on it. I mean, the guy is smoking hot, and probably could have anyone on campus. I wonder why he would pick me. Not that I’m hideous or anything, but I’ve always thought my friends, taller and thinner, always more interesting were the ones who got the guy. I was just the one left over. But not this time.

  Suddenly a thought strikes me. What if it makes class awkward between us now? I mean, we’re essentially strangers. It was nothing more than a hookup. How the hell do I navigate these waters? I’ll have to somehow get it out of Sarah. Because the last thing I want is to drop the class. I really do want to learn to write. I have no illusions about becoming a famous author like Joshua, but I’ve always loved to reading stories, and it seems sort of natural to extend that to writing stories too.

  Once I’m finally sure that I look decent this time, I leave the bathroom. My last lecture of the day is almost half over, and Professor Malcolm hates it when people are late. He literally locked the door to the classroom to send a message on the first day of class. So there’s no use trying to even go. Instead, I decide to head home. I’m starving, as though I’d never eaten breakfast this morning. I head out to the Liberal Arts’ parking lot, hop into my Toyota and drive home.

  When I first came to university, I decided to stay on campus because I knew that it would help me make friends. It was expensive, but my parents made it work. After that though, I opted to live off campus instead. Sarah and I rented a little apartment about two blocks away. It’s a really cute house, which the owner chopped up into three separate rental suites. We occupied the ground floor, which I preferred anyways. Natasha lives on campus, and Gina got her own space. She was too much of a neat freak to room with Sarah and me, and for the sake of our friendship we agreed to find separate digs.

  Sarah’s sprawled on the living room futon when I arrive home. She’s still in her PJ’s, and she’s got a plate of pizza balanced on one knee while she scribbles in a notepad on the other. There’s a half opened textbook at her side. Gina’s sitting primly on the other end of the futon, carefully pushing aside the box of half-eaten takeout away from her with a finger.

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “We have a quiz already,” Sarah says with a scowl. “Can you believe it?”

  “He did say it was going to be a weekly quiz,” Gina points out. “By the way, have you even cleaned this place since you’ve moved back?”

  I turn to Sarah.

  “I don’t even think we cleaned it when we left last spring,” I say brightly.

  “Nope, don’t think so.”

  Gina looks at us, horrified. I point towards the closet where we keep our Swiffer. I had good intentions when I first bought it, but I don’t think I’ve ever used it. She gets up and pulls it out so that she can begin cleaning, and I take her spot. I’m in a bubbling mood, but I know I can’t say anything. But of course, Sarah notices right away.

  “What’s got you so hap- hey, is that a hickey?”

  I slap a hand to my neck. I thought it hadn’t been visible! Sarah’s pushing my hand away already, her eyes wide. Gina stops what she’s doing and crowds in.

  “That is! Leah you didn’t! Is this why you came home early? Cause you skipped class to get laid?”

  “Wait, how do you even know-?”

  “You printed the schedule and put it on the fridge,” Sarah answers, sitting back
with glee.

  “You forgot that bruises can deepen after a while didn’t you? Rookie mistake,” Gina adds.

  “So who is it? Who’s the lucky man?”

  My heart seizes. Because both my friends, no matter how much I trust them, can’t know about Joshua, about what we did. They’re terrible at keeping their mouths shut, first of all, and second, the last thing I want to do is tarnish his career, ruin everything that he’s done with scandal. He’s actually a really good writer, and he deserves to be known. After meeting him last night, I’d gone and bought one of his eBooks so I could see for myself what kind of writer he was.

  I had to give a name, but who? I haven’t really been seeing anyone at all. And I know that my friends would never believe me if I said nobody. We know each other far too well for that.

  “Wait,” says Sarah. “Don’t tell me it was Josh?”

  In that moment, you could me over with a leaf, that’s how shocked I am. How did she know? Was it because of class? The lack of breathing confirmed it for my friends.

  “It WAS?” Gina squeals. “Oh my god, I can’t believe that you broke your dry spell for him. Please tell me you did not go to that frat house. Seriously, I think Sigma Rho smells permanently of barf and beer.”

  Her words make their way to me as if from far away. My heart slowly returns back to normal as I process her words. Was she talking about that blond frat boy from wing night? Oh thank god! Of course they would be talking about him. Josh is a common enough name that it could have applied to more than one guy. What a fortunate coincidence though, because having my friends believe I’m into him is much better than my professor.

  “Yeah, please tell me you didn’t go there. They’re the worst for spreading gossip around about who slept with who. Even the school bathroom would have been a better place to do it.”

  Sarah mistakes my confusion for worry and puts a hand on my shoulder.

  “Don’t worry, it’s not like he’s a bad guy or anything. At least, I’m pretty sure of it.”

  I’m still too busy being relieved over this stroke of good luck to talk.

  “We want details,” Gina announces, dropping the Swiffer onto the floor. “Now.”

  “There are no details,” I protest, finding my voice at last. “At least, none that are exciting.”

  Sarah rolls her eyes.

  “Please, we tell you everything.”

  “Everything. Even Horny Rob. Remember him?” Gina says with a grimace.

  “That was pretty bad. Maybe even your worst decision,” Sarah says agreeably.

  “We didn’t actually do anything,” I tell them. I don’t want to lie more than I have to. “Just made out a little.”

  Sarah shakes her head, but Gina picks up the Swiffer and gets up.

  “It’s okay if you aren’t ready to talk about it for now,” she offers. “I don’t like saying much either until I know it’s a sure thing. We’ll be here when you’re ready.”

  “Thanks,” I say gratefully, even though Sarah looks like she wants to argue. “You guys are the best.”

  My stomach growls, and I take my excuse and run out of the room. I know I won’t be able to avoid Sarah forever. She’s like a pit bull, just latches on and won’t let go. But for now, I’ve bought enough time to come up with something better. And who knows, maybe her boyfriend will break up with her again and she’ll forget all about this.

  *******

  When I finished my lunch, I decided the best thing to do would be to head back to campus and study in the library. I already missed a class after all, and critical theory isn’t as easy to read as say, The Great Gatsby. Plus, that would keep me out of Sarah’s way. Plan made, I packed all my stuff and drove back to school.

  Once I arrive on campus, I drive over to the library, which is actually next to the Liberal Arts building and shares a parking lot together. There could be more of a difference between the two, especially when the library’s all stone, with ivy crawling all up the side of it. While some of the new buildings are sleeker, I prefer the traditional look. Since it’s the middle of the day, it’s really busy, and I end up parking on the far end of the lot. I grab my books and head inside. The old wooden doors creak open for me slowly, and I feel that hush that all libraries seem to have close over me.

  The building’s inside is just as stately as its outside. Tall wooden shelves line the large room, and there are even those roller ladders like you’d find in a medieval study or something. Big wooden desks allow students to work together in the front area where we’re allowed to talk quietly. Most of the library’s books are housed here, but the really important stuff, historical documents and the like, are stored in a state of the art underground vault below my feet. I wave to Diane, the head librarian, and head towards the cubicles in the back, where I like to be. There’s a big picture window, so when I want a few moments to drift off, I can watch the trees outside.

  Luckily for me, there’s more than enough desks, and I set myself up for the long haul. Laptop in the corner, textbooks and notebooks laid out, pens and highlighters within easy reach. I unlock my phone, set up my music, and slip on my headphones, ready to take notes. Time always passes by fast when I’m studying. I think it’s because I’ve gotten so good at it. As a homeschool kid, my mom’s had plenty of time to drill good habits into me. Despite everything, I do have to thank her for that. Without my grades, I couldn’t have gotten my scholarship.

  The next time I look up, it’s because I have a text from Sarah. Making Brent dinner, won’t be home 2nite. Perfect. I decide to finish up my work and head out. It’s almost seven already, and I could use some dinner myself. I pack all my stuff up and head out. There’s some spaghetti, and I think half a jar of sauce that Sarah didn’t use up yet, I think, planning out exactly what I’m going to have. The real question is, can I go without the ground beef? I probably should head to the grocery store…

  I’m so preoccupied that I don’t even notice the broken glass until I’m about to open my car door. That’s when my jaw drops.

  “Oh my god!” I exclaim.

  Some asshole had broken into my car! I yank the door open, and sit down to rifle through my stuff. It’s all in disarray on the floor, and I feel a sense of violation that someone would go through all my crap. I mean, none of it is important or pricey, but it was mine. The jerk had taken my sunglasses, my jacket, and my leftover pack of Twizzler’s. I couldn’t believe it. Who does that? Jokes on them, I think grimly. The sunglasses were knockoff Versace that I bought when I visited Sarah in New York this summer.

  I get back out of the car and survey the rest of it to make sure that they didn’t also vandalize my car when they realized they had a cheap fake instead of a $300 pair of sunnies. It seemed like everything was okay, but it’s not like I could drive with broken windows on both sides of the car.

  “Damnit!” I yell.

  “Leah?”

  I turn around quickly. Joshua’s standing by the trunk, concern on his handsome face.

  “Professor?”

  “What happened?” he says, stepping forward.

  Even though things totally suck right now, I can’t help but appreciate how good he looks today, more casual in a green sweater and jeans. I flush, my mind jumping back to our last encounter, despite how inappropriate it is for the situation right now.

  “My car got broken into. They didn’t take much, but they busted both my windows,” I explain.

  His brow furrow together.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  The distance between us suddenly seems like nothing, my whole body reacting to the smell, the closeness of him. My nipples are tightening in my bra, my heartbeat zigzagging when I hear how protective he sounds.

  “I’m fine,” I manage. “I wasn’t here when it happened. I just don’t know what I should do.”

  “We’ll call campus police,” he says, pulling out a phone. “I’ll take care of it.”

  And he did. Joshua stayed with me while campus police took
down the information (though they told me I probably would never get any of it back) and also called the town mechanic for me too. The guy came out to get my car, but it wouldn’t be fixed until tomorrow at the earliest. When all of it was done, he even offered to take me back home.

  “Are you sure?” I ask him.

  The idea of being in the car with him, inches away, sounded so good and bad at the same time. I wanted Joshua, with a longing that shocked me more than I want to admit. I’ve never felt this way about someone else, this strong attraction that made me forget everything. It’s thrilling, but also a little scary. I mean, is it really possible to want someone so much, so quickly?

  “Beats walking home in the dark,” he says.

  And then right on cue, a few drops of rain begin to splatter on the ground.

  “Come on,” he says. “It won’t do to get sick when school’s only started.”

  He turns around, brooking no argument, and really, I didn’t want to argue.

  Joshua drives a sleek black BMW, and I sink into the seat gratefully. The leather is amazing, what a difference compared to my own car. He’s got some kind of classical jazz playing, something as refined as he is. Yet another difference between us, I think to myself as we drive. I give quick instructions, and off we go.

  The ride gives me a chance to study him under my lashes. I could stare at him for hours I think, just going over those mesmerizing eyes, the big shoulders, the muscular body that I could still see in my mind’s eye. My gaze drops down to his legs, to his cock and how it looked like plunging in and out of me, glistening with my own juices, reddened as he pulls out of me at last. I tighten my thighs, clamping them together in a useless effort to stop my need for him from streaming out of my pussy. Seriously, I can’t wet this upholstery. I’d never be able to replace it.

  “Here we are,” he says.

  “Thanks.” I gather up my purse and books. “I appreciate you staying with me the whole time.”