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  He slipped his arms around me and pulled me onto him, his thick cock slid inside of me as if it already knew where its home was, where it belonged.

  I gasped at the unexpected action, and relaxed the moment his cock split me open and stretched me wide.

  It was exactly where it belonged, right up deep inside of me, where our bodies became as one and we joined ourselves in flesh and energies.

  “I love you,” he murmured from below as I rose up and rode him, straddled his body and thrust on top of him.

  “I love you too,” I called out as we came together again, our bodies and souls in such perfect synchronicity that we couldn’t have one without the other. One of us couldn’t possibly explode into lightning flashes of blissful pleasure without the other following suit and joining in.

  “Come for me, pet,” he growled and grasped my hips with his massive hands. He held me in place and thrust up from below, plunging in and out and shaking my body from the inside.

  “I’m coming,” I cried out, “Adam, I’m coming for you!”

  I shuddered and squeezed my eyes shut as Adam’s hot explosion hit me deep inside. He groaned and ground his hips into me, I breathed out and fell forward into his arms.

  We were limp, his cock softened, slipped out of me and our bodies melted against each other.

  “That’s a nice way to wake up,” he murmured against my hair, stroking it back from my face.

  “I feel like a cat,” I smiled in the darkness and almost purred at the sensation of his fingers in my hair.

  My eyelids grew heavy and I fell back asleep, my head on his chest, his body under mine, and his arms wrapped protectively around me all night long.

  “Do you want toast with your coffee, babe?” Adam asked and poured me a mug.

  “Definitely, I’m starving.”

  “Do you want something more substantial? Oatmeal? Eggs? Pancakes? Crepes?”

  “Oh wow, you’re quite the chef,” I replied, raising my eyebrow in surprise.

  “Yeah, no. If you said yes to any of those either I’d order out or we’d head down to my favorite restaurant,” he said, appearing bashful at his admission.

  “It’s okay, I can whip something up. Do you want pancakes?”

  “Are you sure?”

  “After what you did for me, it’s the least I could do for you.”

  “Are you kidding me? I did nothing and you did everything! I can’t even explain how happy you’ve made me.”

  “Likewise, now when do you want those pancakes?”

  “You know what? Let’s get cleaned up and go out for breakfast. I don’t want you working your beautiful behind off in my kitchen, I’d rather save it for…fun, later.”

  “Ohhhh what kind of fun do you have in mind?”

  “That, my pet, is a surprise,” he replied and winked. He took a sip of coffee and flashed me a grin that suggested just enough that a small shiver went up my spine.

  “I hope it’s the kind of surprise I like.”

  “I promise it will be.”

  I decided to turn on my phone and check my texts, I was sure my evil friend Ricky was wondering about me, and wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to tell her.

  I was right, there were about ten messages from her, all getting progressively more and more irritated until the last one where she told me to get back to her or never text her again.

  Ah Ricky, so dramatic and scheming, but still, she was my best friend.

  I started to type up a little explanation about what had happened last night, but erased it all. All of this with Adam was so new and we’d rushed into it so quickly that I wasn’t ready to share it yet.

  I wanted a few more days to savor our time together before anybody else found out. Especially Ricky and my other friends, they would grill me for details I wasn’t willing to share.

  I simply typed back that I was feeling much better and I would see her on campus later that day.

  “Who are you writing?” Adam asked as he watched me tap away on my screen. He asked, but I didn’t get the vibe that he was being snoopy or suspicious, he was simply curious.

  “Ricky, the girl you met yesterday.”

  “The jealous one. Who tripped you.”

  “That’s the girl! She might be jealous, but she’ll get over it. I promise.”

  “You know her better than I do, but definitely let her know the next time she pulls a stunt like that and you get hurt, she’ll be cut off from us.”

  I looked at him and tried to determine if he was being serious or not. I wasn’t entirely sure, but he did seem quite adamant about it.

  “What?” he laughed. “Why are you pulling that face? I’ll do whatever it takes it keep you safe. You mean a lot to me.”

  “I can’t help it, I’m sorry,” I grinned. “You’re cute when you’re going all alpha male on me.”

  “Am I?” he asked and sipped his coffee with a smile on his face.

  “You are.”

  “Good, it might have something to do with my surprise,” he said with a sidelong glance.

  We passed the rest of our morning like this, flirting and carrying on like we’d known each other for years, but in a strange way it felt like we really did.

  I wasn’t quite ready to face the world when it was time to go to the college, him to work and me to take my classes. I wished we could live in our little bubble for a couple more days at least, but life didn’t work that way.

  It was time to go to school and see how things unfolded in the public eye.

  Adam

  She looked so precious and vulnerable on the way to campus that I wanted to hit the brakes and turn the car around so I could take her home and ravage her beautiful body all over again.

  But unfortunately I had two classrooms full of eager young minds to shape that day, and calling in sick the first week of classes would not exactly look great on my employment record.

  “Am I allowed to stay in your class?” Sabrina asked before we reached the college.

  “Of course you are, why would that be a problem?” I was trying to reassure her, but in truth I wasn’t sure what the protocol would be in this situation. I assumed it would be okay, but could be wrong.

  I should probably look into it, I could ask Lock later on. He’d hooked up with an under graduate student a while back and things seem to have gone well enough for them.

  “Well it might be a little unfair to my fellow classmates if you give me an A based on my cock sucking skills rather than the paper I write.”

  She was joking, but the mere mentioned of her sucking my cock led to me growing rock hard as if on command. I could practically see her full, red lips wrapped around my shaft as I drove.

  “I love it when you talk dirty,” I said without looking at her. “I love it when your beautiful, innocent mouth gets filthy. It makes me want to do filthy things to you, sweet girl.”

  “I want you to do filthy things to me,” she purred and squirmed in the passenger seat. “What did you have in mind?”

  “I’ll show you later,” I said and reached over to run my hand up her thigh and rest it under her skirt. “I promise.”

  “I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned and set her hand on top of mine. It was so small, but the weight of it was so meaningful to me. She represented everything I’d been needing in my life, my future and all that I’d wanted without even knowing it.

  I couldn’t voice it then, we were at the school and had to park my car, but I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me. I pulled my hand away to guide the car into my spot, cut the engine and sat for a moment.

  I leaned over and kissed her before we started our day. A day just like any other, but things had changed. Everything had changed.

  “Life is funny, isn’t it?” she said when we broke apart. “Two days ago I would have said you were crazy if you told me I’d be here with you, kissing you and feeling like this.”

  “And yet it feels exactly how it was supposed to happen, doesn’t it? I can�
��t imagine my life without you, and I only met you yesterday. So yes, life is crazy sometimes and life is big and amazing.”

  We got out of my car and walked together towards campus, not hand in hand but almost touching, our stride matching each other’s.

  I gave her a quick peck on the tip of her nose when we parted ways, and spent the entire walk to my office thinking about her and how I didn’t want to walk away. I didn’t want to leave her, it was an almost physical ache, a protest my body made for not having her with me.

  She was in my blood and my veins and it hurt to be without her.

  I slumped into the chair at my desk and shoved papers around on top of it to pass the time. I was cranky and bored and more than a little bit restless.

  And obsessed. I needed to know what she was up to, I wanted to know what she was doing that exact moment and every minute after it.

  But I held off, I didn’t text her. I left her alone to be a student.

  My day was finally broken up when Troy popped in to tell me about yet another conquest he’d had the night before. In true Troy fashion, he didn’t remember her name but was going on a date with her sister tonight.

  And no, neither of them knew about the other. That was the dog, as he was known among us college friends, good old pussy hound Troy.

  “Any fuckable students in your undergrad classes?” Troy asked me after he waxed poetic about his women.

  “Not that I noticed,” I replied nonchalantly as possible, but Troy, like the hound he was, sniffed out my lie.

  “Come on! Who is she?”

  “Nobody interesting.”

  “Damn, you’re never shy about your girls. Is this one special?”

  “You might say that.”

  It bothered me that he was asking about Sabrina, I didn’t want her name in his mouth or her in his mind. It angered me that he might sully my beautiful sweet girl with his raunchy ways.

  He raised his eyebrows suggestively and whistled. “Damn, her tits must be banging.”

  I nodded and tried to change the subject but he wouldn’t take the hint.

  “Come on, Adam, tell me about this sexy little whore. I need to live vicariously through you.”

  “You get enough pussy on your own, you don’t need to hear about what I’m up to.”

  “Shit, she’s already under your skin. I have no words, I hope you’re not going to be off the market like Lock. You guys are so boring when you get pussy whipped into being boring as hell.”

  “If I’m boring, you don’t have to worry about it. You’re not trying to fuck me, and it just means there are more women out there for you,” I replied and laughed. “Think of it that way. Each one of us off the market means there are more little whores for you.”

  “Good point, I like the way you think.”

  He had to get to class, so I was alone at last. As much as I liked the distraction Troy brought with him, his crass ways left a bad taste in my mouth. I didn’t want him to dirty up the pure love I was developing with Sabrina.

  I finally gave in after Troy left and I texted my obsession.

  “Thinking of you, how’s my baby girl?”

  I tapped my fingers on the desk waiting for her to respond. I’d stupidly not asked about her schedule that day so I didn’t know if she was in class or had free time.

  “I’m good. Thinking of you too.”

  She responded so fast she must be free. The thought of that drove me wild, if she wasn’t doing anything and I wasn’t teaching, we should be together.

  “I want you in my office.”

  “Is that a command, professor?”

  “It is. Get here. Now.”

  I leaned back in my chair and smiled, knowing she would obey my command. I couldn’t wait to get her on my desk and have my way with her.

  Sabrina

  I was sitting at lunch with Ricky when Adam texted.

  I hadn’t mentioned a thing to her about our time together, it felt secretive and special and I didn’t want to share him just yet.

  I wasn’t worried about anybody knowing, he seemed confident that we could get it past the university rules, but I wanted to keep him to myself for a while.

  Ricky prattled on about some guys she’d met on the bus the day before and paused occasionally to make sure I was listening.

  I wasn’t. Not really. I mean I had half an ear on our conversation, but most of my mind was replaying the night before with Adam.

  The way he touched me, the way his mouth moved along my body, the way his hands touched me in ways I never knew I could enjoy.

  I wanted to do anything for him, but I wanted to hold him as my own little secret for now, he was mine.

  When I got the text, I was in the middle of fantasizing about kissing Adam again, our mouths hot and crashing against each other, our passion rising and driving us harder and harder against the shores of our love.

  And listening to Ricky wax poetic about her potential date with one of the guys from the bus.

  I read his text, responded, and when he ordered me, a shiver of anticipation zipped through my spine.

  “Is everything okay?” Ricky asked as I smiled to myself.

  “Oh sure, it’s good. I have an appointment I totally forgot about though. I need to head off,” I replied.

  “What’s it for?”

  “A follow up for my head. To make sure my brain isn’t scrambled.”

  “Good luck with that,” Ricky snorted. “You’re one of the flakiest people I know.”

  Normally I would let something like that slide, but it hit me the wrong way. It irritated me, especially coming from Ricky, the flakiest of the flakes in my life. She flip flopped constantly on everything from what kind of drink she wanted with her lunch all the way to which one of the guys on the bus she was going to date.

  “You know what? You don’t know me at all then. I might take a little time making decisions but once my mind is made up, it’s made up.”

  “Whoa, settled down there. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

  “You’re always so negative towards me, sometimes it gets to me.”

  “I’m not negative. I’m like the only friend you have a lot of the time, face it, not many people want to hang out with you.”

  “That’s a really shitty thing to say, seriously. Come on, Ricky, don’t be that kind of friend.”

  “What kind of friend?”

  “The hater. The kind who tries their hardest to keep their friends down. The kind who trips them in class so they fall down in front of the hot professor who barely noticed the hater. That kind of friend.”

  She opened her eyes wide and looked at me, blinked and held her hand to her chest. “You think I tripped you?”

  “Adam saw you. He saw you, Ricky, he saw you trip me and it didn’t work. Your plan didn’t work because he still didn’t notice you and you can’t handle that. Your friend who never gets noticed actually got noticed.”

  “Adam? You mean you call him Adam now?”

  “I do, and you know what? I’m not going to an appointment, I’m going to Adam’s office where he is going to kiss me and touch me and fuck me right there on his desk.”

  Her mouth gaped open and she stared at me, dumbfounded.

  I leaned in closer and said, “In fact, I’ll probably let him tie me up and make me his little teacher’s pet. The professor’s slut. I’ll do anything he wants, because he wants it. He wants me, and that’s what’s driving you so crazy. He wants me and not you.”

  “Sabrina…” Her voice cracked, she was in such shock. “Please…”

  “I know friends have spats, and everything goes back to normal afterwards, but until you are prepared to let me be happy, we can’t be friends.”

  “I want you to be happy, and I swear I never meant for you to get hurt. I just thought it would be funny.”

  “So you admit that you tripped me on purpose.”

  “I did. I’m so sorry. I feel like such a jerk.”

  “You are.”


  “Can you forgive me? Please?”

  “I’ll think about it,” I said, glancing down at my phone, looking at Adam’s last message. I was dying to get to him.

  “I’m sorry, just remember that. I mean it. I’m so sorry.”

  “We’ll talk soon. Don’t worry, everything will blow over. You’re my longest friendship, I can’t walk away from you forever, Ricky.”

  She stood up as I turned to leave and threw her arms around me. “I’m seriously such a jerk. I don’t deserve your friendship, but I will be the best friend you’ll ever have if you give me a second chance.”

  I hugged her back and left her there as I crossed the campus to see my man, my Adam. I tried my best to maintain a casual walk when my legs wanted to run.

  I finally got to his department and scanned each door until I found three twenty, I stopped and tapped lightly on the door.

  “Enter,” Adam’s voice came from the other side and my knees went weak immediately. I opened the door slowly and stepped inside to face my man, my professor, my Adam.

  “Hello professor,” I said, lowering my gaze. I had a sense that he wanted to be in charge, but I had this strange feeling of weightlessness, of giving him control. Of me not being in charge. More than I wanted to please him, I wanted to feel like this, free and submissive and ready to explore where it would take us.

  “Hello, Sabrina. My pet,” he said and patted his knee. “Lock the door and come over here, have a seat.”

  I did as he said and stood in front of him, pulled up my skirt, slid my panties off and took particular pleasure in watching his arousal grow as he watched me hook them on my little finger and present them to him.

  He took them, held them to his nose and inhaled deeply as if relishing the scent of a fine wine.

  I turned around and straddled his leg, fell back against him and felt the thick ridge of his hard cock pressing into my bottom.

  “Is this what you like, professor?” I asked sweetly.

  “I do, Sabrina. I like this very much.”

  His hand snaked around and yanked up my skirt, he cupped the soft mound of my pussy and kissed the back of my neck.