Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (69 page)

“God, Lyric,” Julia said under her breath, “drool much?”

I ignored her. The tunnel vision and hearing kicked in and
I concentrated only on his gorgeous face. Professor Teresi is about 6’3” and
has eyes as dark as Papa’s. Rose says he looks like Brad Pitt with dark hair
but he’s much more beautiful. He has a smooth, yet low voice and always looks
into a person’s eyes when he speaks. He also dressed the best of any professor
at Wilton Day, ditching those geeky tweeds and elbow patches for classic dark
suits and colorful silk ties. He dressed more like a business executive than a
teacher and his wing-tips were always polished to the highest gloss. He dressed
like Papa.

I pictured myself using my power to will everyone to leave
the classroom and jumping Professor Teresi’s bones. Riding what I am positive
is a stunning cock on his desk for hours until he blew his load inside me. My
pussy got all achy as I saw in my mind Professor Teresi going down on me,
lapping at my pussy like a dog and pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. I
felt my nails digging deep into his back, tearing at his skin as I pulled him
on top of me and wrapped my legs around his muscular waist and--

“Lyric, are you with us?” Professor Teresi said

He walked toward me from his desk and he smiled showing
off his deep dimples I wanted to lick.

“What?” I said.

“Where are you? We’re telling everyone what we did this
summer. It’s your turn,” he said and tapped his pencil on my desk.

“This summer?” I said as I sat up and called on Papa for
strength. “This summer was my best yet, Professor Teresi. We spent a lot of
time abroad and we turned eighteen in August.”

“Eighteen? Very nice,” he said. “And welcome back to the
land of the living.”

The class giggled at my obvious foolishness, but I didn’t
care. My pussy ached much more than my pride and I knew I had to fuck this man
before I exploded.

After the bell rang I busied myself with some nonsense in
my purse and I waited for everyone to leave the classroom. Now is the time.
There is only now.

“Lyric, are you okay?” he said from his desk.

“Yes, why?” I said and walked toward him. “Don’t I look
okay?”

I leaned against the side of his desk and faced him. His
chair was pushed out from under his desk and I made a point to stare at his
bulge as I crawled up and sat on top of his desk. My legs dangled off the side
of his desk. As I swung my leg back and forth, I brushed his pant leg with the
toe of my saddle shoe. Yeah, I know, not the least bit subtle. But, I’m not in
it to be subtle. I’m in it to win it.

“You look fine, Lyric,” he said and cleared his throat.
“Your mind seems to be somewhere else.”

Yeah, the gutter. I spread my legs wider and my uniform
skirt rode up to the middle of my thigh. He glanced between my legs. It was
just a quick glance, but a glance nonetheless. I moved forward a bit and
twisted to the side, pretending to look out the window. My skirt rode high up
the side of my leg and I bent forward and pushed my ass out. The movement
exposed my panties and though I couldn’t see his reaction, I know he looked.

“Lyric, you need to get to class,” he said and pushed his
chair from his desk until he was against the chalkboard.

I twisted back toward him and scooted across his desk. I
raised my legs and pushed my feet between his calves until my legs were between
his. I spread my legs again and pushed his legs apart with mine. My skirt rode
all the way up my legs and exposed my panties.

“I’m not worried about my next class. It’s Latin. Piece of
cake,” I said. “Besides, it’s the long break and we have plenty of time.”

“Look, Lyric,” he said and shook his head, “I don’t know
what you’re doing, but I’m finding this uncomfortable. I have students who will
be barreling through that door in about ten minutes.”

“And you don’t want to get caught?” I said and bent
forward and rubbed the top of his thighs.

He grabbed my wrists tightly and pried them off his legs.
He looked into my eyes and his long, dark eye lashes fluttered up and down.

“There is no worry about getting caught, Lyric, because
nothing will happen,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay? Something has come
over you.”

“Not something,” I said and struggled against his grip, “
you
came over me. And if you give me some time, you’re going to cum over me, too.”

“You are stepping way over the boundaries of proper
conduct, Lyric,” he said.

“I’m not stepping anywhere Professor Teresi. I am sitting
on your desk.”

I looked between his legs and saw his bulge growing nicely
and as expected. I used my strength to pull my hands, still tight in his grip,
toward me and slammed them down on my leg. I twisted his arm and rubbed his
hand slowly up my inner thigh to my panties and then back down to my knee.

“Lyric, you need to stop this now, or--”

“
Or
what?” I said and dragged his hands up my inner
thigh until his knuckles rested against my pussy. “
Or
you’re gonna call
the cops?
Or
you won’t be able to control yourself?”

My pussy ached and seducing Professor Teresi made me as
wet as the anticipation of having his cock inside me. I held his eyes with mine
and they did not look away. I used the powers that Papa gave us, the power to
exert will over an opponent. I told him through my mind that it was futile to
resist me and that I would have my way whether he thought it proper or not. I
pictured us fucking, going at it like animals on top of his desk and I
projected that vision to him. And you want to know the best part? He saw it
too.

“Look, this is some silly schoolgirl crush. I understand
that. But I want you to know that I will do nothing to jeopardize my career or
my relationship with my wife. You’re an extremely bright, attractive girl,
Lyric. But you need to crush on someone your own age.”

Professor Teresi tried to pull his hands away from my
pussy, but I braced my arms against his pull and used my muscles to prevent his
withdrawal. I saw the anger in his eyes, but I didn’t allow it to stop me. When
someone is angry at you, remember to use their anger against them and absorb
their strength into your body. And remember to always stay calm.

I pressed his knuckles into my panties and rubbed them up
and down against the wet silk. I pulled on his arms and put my feet up on his
desk and spread my knees wide. Then I tightened my stomach muscles and lifted
my ass off his desk and grinded my pussy against his hand.

“Do you feel that, Professor Teresi?” I said and moaned.
“Do you feel how wet my pussy is? That’s happening because of you. I’ve thought
about you all summer. I’ve wanted you since you came here and I want you to
make me cum.”

The naughtiness of this thing I was doing was almost as
much of a turn on as the actual feeling in my pussy. I continued to use his
hand to masturbate but I wanted at least one hand free so I could yank my
panties aside and really get him on my flesh. My clit throbbed and I pressed
down extra hard when I swept his hand up my panties. My breathing was rapid and
I stayed locked in on his eyes while I wet humped his hand.

“Lyric, that’s enough,” he said and stood from his chair.
“You need to leave!”

Professor Teresi wrestled his hands away from my grip and
I put my feet on his legs and pushed him back down into his chair.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want me?” I said.

Frustrated and needing to cum bad, I planted my feet back
on his desk, spread my legs wide and yanked my panties to the side. I leaned
back and rubbed my wet pussy up and down with my hand as if I was strumming a
guitar.

“Lyric, please stop,” he said.

But he didn’t move. He could have run to the door, he
could have used the walkie-talkie all teachers have on their desks to summon
someone. He sat there and watched. He remained planted in his chair, his cock
strained against his light wool suit pants and he watched me rub my pussy.

“Just let me cum,” I said as I plunged two fingers into my
pussy while I slapped my clit with my other hand. “Just sit there and watch me
cum and then I’ll leave.”

His eyes left mine and traveled down my stomach to my
cunt. He watched me rub my pussy and I put on an extra good show for him.
Purring quietly as I felt my orgasm coming, I pressed up on my g-spot and
clenched my clit between two fingers.

“I’m cumming for you,” I said as I yanked up and down on
my clit. “This is all for you!”

I bit down hard on my bottom lip and crashed back onto his
desk. I laid there for a moment and pulsed my hand against my pussy as the
relaxation crept across my body. I needed a nap. And it was only first period.

The bell rang again and he jumped up and grabbed me by my
arm.

“Get your stuff and get out,” he said. “That was not
right. I don’t want you, Lyric and I never will. So, forget this ever happened
and get on with your day!”

I was perplexed and certainly not expecting that reaction.

“What do you mean you don’t want me?” I said as he yanked
me off his desk.

“Just what I said, I don’t want you, Lyric,” he said
through clenched teeth and released my arm.

He shoved my book bag and purse into my arms and walked
back to his desk and sat down. He bowed his head and ran his fingers through
his hair and sighed. The kids started filing into the class room and he lifted
his head and smiled at them.

“Good morning, class. Take your seats and we’ll get
started,” he said and looked at me. “Lyric, you better get on to your next
class or you’ll be late.”

He put his head back down and flipped through his lesson plan.
I stood there and stared at him. He wouldn’t look back up at me. Someone
grabbed my arm and pulled me away from his desk. I turned around and Alexander
smiled at me.

“Come on,” Alexander said as he dragged me out of the
classroom. “We watched through the window. We stood guard. That was quite a
performance, Lyric.”

“You
watched
?” I said.

“Yep and it was worth being late to Trig and everything!”
Alexander said and chuckled.

He dragged me to the lockers and Serene and Julian were
there waiting.

“Well, you play the schoolgirl slut nicely, sister,”
Julian said and laughed.

“Yeah, not nice enough,” I said and threw my book bag to
the ground.

“What’s wrong? It was a good first strike,” Serene said.
“He certainly didn’t stop you, Lyric.”

“He fucking dismissed me, Serene!” I said and kicked the
locker in front of me. “He told me he didn’t want me
and
that he never
will. Fucking asshole had to throw that in for good measure.”

“Boo!” Serene said. “Aw, come on, Lyric, what’s he going
to say? That he wants to jump your jailbait, tenure-destroying bones?”

“I hate to say it, but Serene’s right,” Julian said. “I
think you’re crazy for going after him, but he’s not exactly going to fuck you
senseless on his desk in the ten minutes allotted between periods, psycho. Come
on, get to class.”

Serene walked with me toward our classes. The relaxation I
felt was short-lived and was replaced by fury.

“It’s cruel, you know,” I said. “What he did is very
cruel.”

“I know it is, maybe that’s his way,” Serene said and
fixed my hair in front of the door of my World History class. “You have two
choices Lyric: you either give up and find someone else to make yours or you
try harder.”

“But, I shouldn’t have to try, Serene. It just should
be
.”

“What does Papa say...when you know in your heart
something should be one way and it isn’t, you move mountains to make it so?
Well, you have to move the mountain.”

“I thought I did. I had no question in my mind that this
would go as I planned. That just being with me would make him want me. Instead
the opposite happened and being with me made him
not
want me.”

“Blow it off, Lyric,” Serene said and opened the door to
my class. “Just leave it alone for the rest of the day. Talk to Papa tonight.
He’ll know what to do.”

She was right. Papa always knew what to do and always made
the insurmountable, well, mountable.

I went through the rest of the day sullen and despondent.
Yes, I was in full-on temper tantrum mode, but I allowed it. I barely spoke at
dinner and was a snippy, sniveling brat to Carla. Nico told me to shut the fuck
up and I burst into tears and tore through the apartment to my room. I ripped
off my uniform and changed into a nightgown. Then I ran into Papa’s library and
found my favorite Anais Nin collection and wept over the heartbroken passages of
her diary. I had a true Scarlett O’Hara moment.

Papa came in and picked me up off the floor and sat me in
his lap on the couch.

“What is it, Lyric?” he said into my ear as he stroked my
hair. “What has my beautiful girl so sad?

I told him everything as I sobbed in his lap.

“So, you perceive this as a shun?” Papa said as he wiped
the tears off my face. “The fact that he did not succumb to you after you
played with yourself in front of him and rather, shooed you out of his
classroom as the other students came in? Is that what I understand?”

“He didn’t shoo me out, he
dismissed
me, Papa. And
he said that he did not want me, nor would he ever want me! Doesn’t anyone
understand that I’ve wanted him all summer?”

Papa twisted my hair around my fingers and kissed the
tears off my cheeks. He smiled at me and turned me around in his lap so I faced
away from him.

“He did not dismiss you, Lyric.” Papa said as he massaged
my shoulders. “He protected himself. But, you did a very stupid thing acting
the way you did.”

I tried to swing around to face Papa, but he dug his
fingers in my shoulders and gripped them tight. He pushed my hair aside with
his mouth and kissed the side of my neck and earlobes. He pushed down on my
shoulders and my ass pressed into his cock. I tried to move to face him but I
was frozen.