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  I turn towards him, and I’m trapped by the hungry look in his eyes. He puts his hand on my thigh, preventing me from getting up, not that I would.

  “Leah,” he says, and his voice is gritty and thick.

  My lips part for him, I draw half a breath, and then he’s leaning over, or maybe I’m leaning to him, and our mouths crash together.

  Leah

  I think my brain has short circuited. In fact, I’m positive. Joshua’s mouth greedily takes my own, his tongue making me gasp, his nibbles against my lower lip making my pussy grow hot and slick. His hand slides easily up my sweater to cup my breast again, and even though we’ve already done this once, I’m ready to do it again. My whole body is screaming for his touch, and he’s must feel the same, because his grab of me is possessive, needy. His hand pushes my breast up, thumb rubbing roughly over my nipple, the sensitive tip radiating pleasure.

  We can’t do this here, I think in a panic. I’m on a strict scholarship, one that requires me to uphold moral standards, and fucking the professor definitely breaks that rule. I can’t risk it, not out here at least, where one of my neighbors could just walk by. If I was thinking, I’d say I shouldn’t risk it at all, but my body isn’t giving me that option, not when he pinches my nipples again, making me whimper with lust. I’m moaning his name, Joshua’s body covering mine, practically grinding his cock into my leg.

  “Inside,” I manage to think long enough to gasp.

  He releases me and I’ve never seen two people unbuckle and exit a car faster. I fumble with the keys, shoving them hard into the lock before opening the door. Our house looks like a hurricane blew through it, which it probably has, but the lights are off, which means we’re safe. Joshua slams the door shut, and I’m grabbing onto his shirt again, the kisses rough and fast, and my hands running through his hair. I feel dizzy, lightheaded, the desire I feel overwhelming everything else. It feels good and amazing and necessary and more than that all at once, as I stumble backwards towards my bedroom.

  It’s dark in here too, and I figure that it would stay that way, but Joshua flicks on the light.

  “I like seeing you come,” is all he says, before we kiss again.

  I wish I’d clean up the room a little. My bedroom is small and cramped, with not much else aside from the single bed and a small desk shoved into the corner. Technically it’s a bedroom because it has a closet, but that has hardly anything room since the bedroom door swings in rather than out. I wonder for a moment whether Joshua is used to this, if he remembers what it’s like in college. At least my tie-dye bedspread is clean.

  And then I’m not thinking at all again because Joshua’s got me flush against him, kissing me, his hand squeezing my ass. He groans into my mouth, and then we’re on the bed together. Off comes my sweater, off comes the bra. How he manages it with one hand, I don’t know, but he does. And then his shirt, buttons flying, before we kiss again, claiming me until I’m breathless with need. I shift, desperate to feel him, to have my pussy up against his cock. It pushes against his jeans, his erection hard against my slit. Desire gathers in my clit, hard and tight and achy. I want his cock, and I want it now.

  But Joshua’s not going to let me get it that easy. His eyes flash with need, and then he’s gone, kissing down my body. Everything feels good, so good, and then his hot mouth finds one stiff nipple, and I moan. He sucks, hard, and then his tongue swirls over me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my system. His mouth plucks at my other breast, and then he’s traveling further, pushing the denim miniskirt I’m wearing off of me. He tears off my panties in one jerk, and then he kisses my pussy at last.

  “It’s even better than I imagined,” he says, before diving back in.

  I squirm under him, wanting him to enter me already, but he doesn’t, drawing his tongue lazily up my glossy folds, licking up the sheen of honey between my legs. He sucks my clit, the tiny bundle of nerves exploding with sensation, making me scream, and then his fingers join in too, moving into me, all over, relentlessly driving as he sucks, making me pant and quake. This. This is why Sarah always grumbles when a guy doesn’t eat out. It feels amazing.

  “Yes! Yes!” I scream, my hips lifting to that heavenly mouth. “Oh my god yes!”

  I’m hovering on the edge now, my focus skittering as his tongue sucks my clit hard, another finger slipping inside of me. Everything feels so good, and then he gets faster and I lose it, my orgasm crackling through me like fire, and I’m splintering into pleasure.

  When I open my eyes, Joshua’s naked, his huge cock pulsing in his hand. He’s licking his lips, licking me off of him.

  “Condom?” he asks.

  I shake my head.

  “I’m on the pill though.”

  It’s enough. He pounces on me again, hungrily, flipping me over, my ass high in the air. He kneads my cheeks, spreads me out to see a view of my pussy slick with juice. His cock rubs against my folds, teasing me, massaging my clit as I whine and push my hips back as he pushes forward, taking me in one stroke. I choke out a gasp, his cock making me full, stretched wider than before. He strokes my back, and I try to breathe. He’s just so huge that it takes me a minute, but he doesn’t give me any as he begins to move, forcing me to adjust. He jackhammers into me, and I am his to take. His thrust is hard and fast, everything that I want fulfilled at last.

  It feels dirty to be taken like this, my face smushed into the mattress, my ass slapped as he forcefully mounts me again and again. But somehow, it makes me want this even more. I spread my legs wider, letting him penetrate me deeper to the very root of his cock, his balls slapping against me. His body is hot and heavy over mine, he bites my ear and my neck as he drives his fat cock into me again and again. One hand grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples before diving down to my clit. The tiny bud feels heavy and swollen, overly sensitive as he rubs it. Joshua’s hands lift me up, angle me just right, cock driving almost to my cervix, and I cry out, detonating for the second time. Pleasure rumbles through my body, everything tightening and releasing over and over as white hot pleasure blankets me.

  I’m so spent that at first I don’t realize he hasn’t come. Joshua flips me over, so that we’re side to side, and then his cock enters me again, my pussy stretched for him already. He kisses me, lifts my leg over his, and moves, slow and deep, each stroke pounding deep into me. And then he rolls me again, onto my back, and we’re looking into each other, eyes locked, intimate and vulnerable to each other. Our kisses are slower, but no less hungry, his cock sliding deep into me again and again. I feel the build again, my whole body shaking around him, tightening around his shaft as I reach the peak of pleasure. Joshua has to force himself into me, my body closing in around him. His breathing hitches, his body tightens, and then he growls my name as he comes, spilling himself into me again warm and perfect and everything I could have wanted and more.

  I look up at him, and there’s words stuck in my throat. What just happened, was that sex? Was it more?

  I couldn’t tell.

  Joshua

  I want to stay longer. Not just because I want to have more sex, although that was a big reason, but I also want to talk to Leah, to unravel her for myself.

  But I can’t.

  Already I risked a lot by coming inside, my BMW being a rare sight in a college town like this one. Even though Leah’s neighbors might not put two and two together, her roommate could come home. Leah knows this too, judging by the way she’s already wrapping herself up in a gorgeous silky dressing gown. It hugs her curves, the short hem fluttering against her curvy ass.

  “They were a present from Sarah,” she says in explanation, blushing as she catches the way I look at her.

  “It looks good on you,” I tell her.

  I wait, not wanting to put my clothes back on. Instead I push the side of the gown down past her shoulder, revealing one milky breast to me. I lean in, suck hard, drawing it to a hard tip.

  “You could come back with me,” I murmur. “I could have you screa
ming my name all night.”

  “Sarah would freak if she came back and I wasn’t here. I’m always here,” she says, but her head is tilting back, her back lifting, offering me more of her tits to play with.

  “I’d have you back before she came home.”

  “And we’d run into the same problem. Someone could catch you here with me. How’d you explain that if we were found together at five a.m. in the morning?” She tries to push my mouth away, but there’s no force to her actions. “I- I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want you to lose your job.”

  I release her nipple, let it fall out of my mouth.

  “Fine,” I say. “But only if you’ll go on a date with me.”

  “A date?”

  “Yes. I’ll find us a place where we won’t be found out. I already know it. One of my favorite places to go when I used to be a student here.”

  Leah looks at me dubiously, but she nods.

  “Okay,” she says. “If you’re sure.”

  I pull her to me, our noses almost touching.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I say huskily, before kissing her one last time.

  *******

  I used to think that school was hard to get through, but it’s even harder now as a teacher, seeing Leah in front of me, so close and yet so far from my grasp. We only have one more class together, but I spend most of it behind the podium, angling my body away from my students so they can’t see the erection I’ve got in my pants. And considering how large I am, it’s pretty difficult to hide. Staff meetings, office hours, they’re all a distraction, like a buzzing fly that I can’t get rid of as I the days crawl by to Saturday.

  In addition to creative writing, I’m in the middle of my latest book, stuck in a corner that I wrote myself into. I’d trash the whole thing and start over, except for the fact that I’d already missed a deadline. My publisher would never drop me, not after the millions of books I’ve moved for them, but it doesn’t stop them from harassing my agent, who comes after me almost every day. I hear the panic in Gene’s voice and I wish I could say something to ease his job, but it isn’t like I can Google the answer and move on. At this rate, I might give the poor sod a heart failure. So in a desperate attempt to pass my Saturday, I try to sit in my office and write, but it’s no use. The words are all stopped up, the fountain is dry. I send Gene an email letting him know that I’ll need at least a week break to try and jog the old creativity, and log off to get ready.

  Leah and I have arranged to meet at seven, and I pick her up by the old church on campus, a quieter area where nobody is likely to pay too much attention at night. She’s waiting for me when I arrive, looking like a vision in a beautiful sapphire dress, tight and yet demure all at once with its lowered hemline and plunging neckline. She climbs into my car quickly and I turn on the heated seats. It’s only September, and the weather is still perfect without a jacket.

  “You look beautiful,” I tell her as we drive off.

  “Thanks,” she says. Her hair is pinned up, but ringlets fall loosely around her face. “It’s my first date after all. I have to try a little.”

  “So tell me about yourself a little,” I say.

  “What did you want to know?”

  “Let’s start with something easy,” I say, taking my eyes off the highway. “What major are you in?”

  “English,” she replies promptly. Clearly people have asked this a lot. “Since I like to read so much. I’m hoping maybe I’d become a professor. I don’t know what else I’m good at aside from studying, so I figured at least I could get a PhD in it.”

  “That doesn’t seem like the best reason to base your life’s career on,” I comment.

  Leah looks down at her lap, brows knitted together.

  “How did you figure it out then?” she asks. “How did you know you wanted to be a famous writer?”

  “I wanted to be a writer,” I correct. “I didn’t think I’d be famous. I always had stories, millions of them, inside my head. My mom still has notebooks from when I was little where she collected all the stories for me. Boxes of them in fact, up until I was able to write properly and started putting words to the page myself. And I just never stopped. I had a backup plan of course, but it was never something I seriously considered.”

  “And you never thought twice about it?”

  I could tell that she was asking not because she was curious, but because she had her own doubts.

  “No,” I said plainly. “Never. My grandfather always told me that it never paid to half-ass anything. Only by putting everything into it could you be sure that you were right… or wrong. But at least you’d know.”

  My words strike a chord with Leah, and she bites her lip.

  “So you’re saying I’m going about it all wrong.”

  “Not at all. I think that everyone’s going to have a different way of going through life. Mine just led me to what I wanted to do. From the way you’re talking, it sounds like you picked something because you had to, not because you sat down and thought hard about what you’d like to do.”

  “I like to read,” she says. “What does that have to do with a job?”

  “There’s plenty. You could work in publishing, or as an editor. I’m sure there are more, but those come to mind. My own editor is a voracious reader, gets a book from her company every time she publishes. Her house is covered with books.”

  I want to go on, but we’re already turning into the restaurant, and Leah’s already ruminating on my words. We’re at a seafood restaurant, one run by my buddy Arturo. I pull up to the very front.

  “Are you sure about this?” Leah asks anxiously. “We’re not that far from school. We might run into someone.”

  “Not a chance,” I tell her. “Look at the parking lot. There’s nobody here.”

  She looks puzzled, but I open my door and walk around to open hers. She holds onto my hand, and I help her out of the car. The small touch is electrifying, and it makes me want to touch all the other parts of her too. I hold back of course. I know how to make a proper date for a woman, and Leah deserves the best. I took her virginity in a classroom for crying out loud, the least I could do was make up for it.

  We walk up the steps to the restaurant. It’s got a weather-beaten exterior, but the inside of it has been beautifully renovated. Big glass windows give an unrestricted view of the sea and the beach. We only have to wait a moment before Arturo comes out.

  “Joshua,” he booms out. The guy’s a bear of a man, his belly round from eating so much.

  “Leah, this is one of my old friends from college,” I introduce. “Arturo and I moved each other in on the first day, and never stopped being friends.”

  “Watch out for this guy,” Arturo says, wagging his eyebrows at Leah.

  She laughs.

  “I’ll try,” she says.

  He turns and leads the way. I’d bought out his whole restaurant for the night, paid everything so that we would be completely undisturbed. The only one I would trust is Arturo, who’s never blabbed about me to the press, not even during my early years, when we’d run wild through the city, flush with the royalties from my first bestsellers. The table he’s set up is cozy and perfect, a candle flickering in the middle of the table, chairs tucked up under the white tablecloth. We take our seats, Arturo pours us the wine, and he disappears. I know it’s a lot to ask a chef to both cook and serve, but I’m paying him more than enough for the trouble.

  “There’s really nobody here,” Leah says in wonder.

  “I told you.” I take a sip of the wine. “I’ve arranged it all beforehand.”

  Leah holds the glass to her lips and puts it back down.

  “You don’t like wine?” I ask.

  “I don’t like most kinds of alcohol,” she admits. “It all tastes awful to me, plus I get a huge headache.”

  She pushes the glass further away from her.

  “And yet, you go to Wing Night, one of the drunkest weeknights for most col
lege students.”

  “I’m good at trivia, being a huge nerd and all. Plus I like to go down to the balcony below and just look at the town from high up. It seems so picturesque and peaceful. I hope one day I can afford a home with a view like that,” she says with a tiny smile. “Anyways, I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s very expensive wine.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. “You can still enjoy dinner without it.”

  Arturo comes out at this moment, two plates of food in his hand. He gently places the dishes down in front of us.

  “Fresh bay scallops,” he says.

  He gives a quick bow, and noticing the glass pushed away, lifts it and takes it away. I’ve already planned out the courses, showcasing the best seafood that Arturo has to offer. As we eat, our talk meanders through various topics. I learn that she hates to cook, that she’s traveled extensively through Europe, and that she’s able to speak conversational Italian from her grandmother. We discuss family, interesting shows that we’ve seen, and how the Giants are doing this year. But more important than the facts that she’s tells me, I’m learning that I enjoy Leah’s company. She may be a good girl, but there’s a lot more depth hidden beneath, yet another thing I think many men have missed about her.

  After our dinner, I take her out onto the beach itself. I’ve brought blankets which I pull from the trunk of my car, and together we walk the length of it, until we reach the rocky cliffs that jut out from the shore, forming a protective cove. Here I lay down the blankets, and Leah curls up against me for warmth. We lay on our backs, pointing up at the sky. There are a million stars out in the ink black sky, flashing and winking at us. A shooting star starts to fall, and Leah gasps, and more start to fall, seemingly all around us.

  “You should make a wish,” I whisper in her ear, and I watch as she closes her eyes, lips moving silently.

  The show goes on, and we talk longer, deeper into the night. At some point Leah puts her head on mine, and then she drifts off slowly. I don’t mind. I could hold her in my arms for the rest of my life and not get tired of it.