The Neighbor #3 (The Neighbor #3) (7 page)

“I thought the history of love and sex would
be a bore, but I liked it. Does Ryder talk to you like that when the lights
dim?” Max joked.

I rolled my eyes. “I will catch up with you
later, Max. Please keep your voice down. Like I told you before, Ryder is my
golf instructor.”

“Right, Jenna.” Max hurried away before he was
approached by Valerie.

****

Ryder and I were alone in the classroom once
again. I sat on his desk when I was certain everyone else had left. I wanted to
jump in his arms, but I was still extremely paranoid about being caught.

“Seven Wonders.
We should putt-putt at places I will never
visit,” I said.

He smiled. “You never know. You may travel the
world someday. Don’t you have a bucket list? I have started to check items off
mine.”

My heart jumped into my throat. “What? You
aren’t at that point yet—are you?”

He met my gaze. “I don’t want to get into that
now. I’m not keeping secrets. I just don’t want to talk about it. None of us
are immortal. My future is a touch more precarious than most. Shit, I can see
the change when we even hint at discussing cancer. It is like the air was just
let out of a balloon.”

“You’re right, but I don’t take pity on you,
and I will prove it when I beat you at mini-golf tonight.” I smiled.

“Great, I will swing by Leach Hall at 4 PM and
pick you up,” Ryder said.

“It seems like a real date. I like it better
than meeting you somewhere.”

“It’s protocol as your instructor that I
drive.”

“I will not even go back to my room. Pick me
up at The Albertson Building. I will change if you think it’s necessary.”

“It’s perfect. I’m picturing you bending over
as you retrieve the ball from the hole.
Mmmm
.”

“Protocol, Professor Curran.
Protocol.”

I walked out of the classroom and shut the
door. I had a smile on my face and I was sure Ryder did too.

I breezed through history and psychology and
didn’t retain a morsel of information. I didn’t remember a time when I was so
excited about a date. Two of the best nights that I have ever had were in
Ryder’s arms.
I
didn’t know how we would manage it,
but I hoped it would be the night we went beyond just oral sex. I wanted it all
with Ryder.

****

He pulled up along College Way in a red,
convertible Mustang. It looked as though it was antique and I didn’t know where
the hell he got it.

“I know. Off the hook—right? My car needed
some work and I borrowed this from a friend.”

Ryder hopped out of the car and opened the
door for me. He looked more irresistible than usual, with aviator sunglasses
and a navy US Open cap. He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey cargo shorts.

When he plopped down in the driver’s seat he
said, “I love it. I can see all the other women checking you out. I’m quite the
lucky girl.”

“Yes you are,” Ryder commented as we sped off.

I just smiled. The danger of speed added to
the intensity of the evening. Ryder gunned the engine and fixed his eyes on
mine.

“Eyes on the road, Ryder,” I squealed.

“I can’t help it, Jenna.” Ryder bit his lip
and we came to a screeching halt at the Seven Wonders Putt-Putt course.

****

Ryder and I approached the counter and picked
up our scorecards, club, and ball. I chose pink and Ryder grabbed red.

“Do you need a grip refresher?” Ryder asked.

“No. We are playing on my turf now, Mr. US
Open. I will buy some sodas after our round, if you’re lucky. There will be no
fancy lagers and no country club amenities.”

He laughed and said, “We’ll see about that.”

We walked to the first hole, which was replica
of the Eiffel Tower.

“Ryder. You avoided my earlier question about
the Seven Wonders. I Googled the subject and there is a modern version and an
ancient version of the wonders. This isn’t on either list. What type of place
is this?” I said sarcastically.

“Well, Ms. College Student. I think the Eiffel
Tower is
pretty fucking
wonderful. It is the first
hole no matter what you think—hit the ball.”

I smacked my dirty pink ball at the monolith
and it became wedged in the flimsy mesh.

“You are supposed to hit the ball up the
tower, not at the tower. This is going to be a long adventure.”

We moved to the Christ the Redeemer statue,
which was a replica of the one in Brazil. The arms on this version were
rotating. Ryder smacked his ball into one of the rotating arms.

“Nice one hot shot. That must be considered
sacrilegious to some. Allow me to grab your ball, it’s out of bounds. You have
to take a penalty stroke.” I knew Ryder was watching so I bent over deep to
fetch the ball.

“Oh, you received my envelope.” He noted my
black lace thong I had put on under my skirt.

“It fits but it’s a little scratchy. I’m not
sure how long I will wear it.”

“Let me know if you need help removing it.”

I let out a soft snicker.
“Next
hole.”

“Haven’t we covered all of the holes?”

We both laughed and then moved on. As we went,
Ryder told me stories of his visits to the various world wonders. Eventually,
we made it to Machu Picchu—the final hole.

“Let me guess, you have been here too?” I
asked.

“I have. I took Sam on that trip. He was about
five when I took him. He really didn’t appreciate it, but he liked to say Machu
Picchu. If I win this hole, I am the ultimate champion.”

“That’s not happening against this
professional putt-putter.”

Ryder lost the hole. I told him he owed me an
A in human sexuality and he said he would think about it. He grabbed my arm and
pulled me towards him.

“I have wanted to kiss you for the last hour,
and this seems like the perfect time,” he said.

“Someone will see us.”

“I don’t care.”

Ryder pulled me tight and his lips met mine.
There was so much passion in the moment that we made the kiss last. If I were
on the outside looking in, I would have thought it was a tasteless display of
affection. We came together in an unavoidable collision. For that moment, I
didn’t care who saw us.

Chapter
Eight

Ryder opened the car door for me. I was exhausted.
Just being around Ryder took energy—in a good way. We were like two magnets
held inches apart. There was a pull so strong between us that it took a great
deal of strength to remain separate. For the first mile, neither of us spoke.

“I need to swing by my office on the way back
to your dorm. They have me in an old building on the edge of campus, and some
say the place is haunted. It isn’t a good idea to go alone.
 
Care to join me?”

“Sounds scary Ryder.
Will you protect me from the ghosts?” I
joked.

“I’ve got your back if something happens.”
Ryder squeezed my hand for a moment before he returned to the shift and we sped
up.

We arrived at the Canooth Building on the far
edge of campus; I didn’t even know the building existed. It was in disrepair,
the forgotten building where the offices of untenured faculty were hidden away.
It was unlike most of the other buildings on campus, which were modern. It
appeared as if it had been an old slave quarters on a plantation.

“I don’t spend much time here. If you think it
was an old slave quarters, you are correct. I think it has a sort of charm, or
at least character.” Ryder unlocked the front door.

“At least you have privacy in this place. Is
the Canooth Building even on the campus map?”

“Don’t think so. They had plans to demolish
the thing until some historians stopped the wrecking ball.”

When we started trekking inside, I put my
hands around Ryder’s waist from behind. It was dark, as he had not switched on
the lights. The darkness had nothing to do with holding onto him though. It
felt so natural to touch Ryder and there finally was no one watching us. My
hands were laced across his toned abs and he pulled me tightly. He moved away
his hand and switched on the light.

“That’s better. Don’t you think?” Ryder asked.

“Not really. I liked having my hands on you in
the dark.” I grinned. “This place is a mess, Ryder. I would rather not look at
it.”

“I know, right?”

“Right about this place being a mess or right
about my hands on your body?” I purred.

“Right on both counts.
I am sensing you are in a feisty mood.”

“How can you tell?”

“The tenor of your voice changes…It’s sultry
and I like it.” He walked around to the other side of his desk. “This is my
office. I feel fortunate to have four walls.
If and when
I move to a nicer building, I will be given a cubicle. It is not the best place
to hold office hours.”

“Hmm. Office hours—interesting concept for a
sexuality teacher.
I saw
all of your books. Do you provide demonstrations?”

It started quickly. Ryder moved towards me in
a fluid motion, grabbed me with one arm, and turned out the lights with his
free hand. Our bodies were like runaway trains heading for one another. Neither
Ryder nor I intended to put on the breaks.

Ryder pinned me on the floor and pushed up my
white sweater. He kissed my stomach moving downwards. He removed my red and
white skirt and. with his teeth, removed my black thong. Apparently he had that
in mind when he slipped it to me in class. Ryder pushed open my legs revealing
my bare pussy. I was trembling with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” he asked, glancing up at me.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Ryder nestled his head between my thighs. With
his tongue fluttering, he tickled the inside folds of my pussy and then sucked
hard as he moved inwards. He went places he had been before, but this time he
knew his way around. He had perfected his skill, which I already thought was
perfect. I tried to close my legs. It was a natural impulse, but Ryder pushed
my knees open. I was very vulnerable, but I trusted Ryder, and I eventually
stopped fighting him. My body began rising and falling beneath his head. When I
stopped fighting him his hands
were
free to assist his
mouth. He spread me bare and blew my crotch gently. He glared longingly at my
pussy.

“Are you ready? Because I’m about to make you
come like you’ve never come before.”

I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes and relaxed
on the floor of Ryder’s office. I spread my legs wider than I knew was
possible. His muscular tongue took over and he sucked my clit. I couldn’t catch
my breath, and I screamed as I climaxed. I felt like I was falling hard and my
parachute opened at the last moment possible.

I slowly closed my legs and Ryder returned to
my mouth. My sweater was off but I was still in my white lace bra. I kneeled
and then stood, leaving Ryder sitting on the floor looking at me. I removed my
bra slowly and ran my hands over my hard tits. They were perky and erect like
traffic cones; Ryder watched me intently the entire time. When I was done
touching myself, I extended my hand and pulled Ryder to his feet. I led him to
his desk chair and pushed him down hard.

“A little role reversal, Professor Curran.”

His dick was already hard, making my work
easy. I positioned myself before him and started to suck his cock slowly as I
caressed his balls. I slowly increased the pace. I slid his penis in and out of
my mouth.

“I don’t want to cum because you feel so
fucking good,” he grunted.

His penis slipped deep within my throat and I
sucked hard. I slowly and gently pulled it out, and took him in once more,
harder than before as I inhaled him. Ryder exploded while his cock was deep
within my mouth and I swallowed
every last
drop of
him. I pulled away, already looking forward to the next time I would have his
penis in my mouth.

“It has been decades since this building has
seen action like this,” Ryder breathlessly said.

“Perhaps more like centuries or longer.”

“Maybe ever.
We have fucking left our mark on this place
forever.”

I snuggled in the chair with Ryder and looked
into his eyes.

“I don’t think I’m ready to go back to my
dorm. I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.

He looked deep into
my
eyes; there was an intensity there that I had never seen before.
“If you insist.”

Ryder lifted my naked body and slammed me onto
his desk. It was not gentle and slow but very hard and deliberate. This wasn’t
the kind of sex made for eye-gazing and gentle caresses—it was primal. Our need
was what drove us, and it was apparent and severe. Surprisingly, he hardened up
quickly. We began with him on top but I flipped him over. I was sitting on top
of him as his fingers massaged my breasts. I jammed his hard cock into my
willing pussy and we started to grind into one another. We were moving fast to
a lover’s sound track but there was no music—only the sound of our passionate
cries.