TheProfessor (8 page)

I held on to her waist, adjusted my stance slightly and continued thrusting.

“
Ahh
! Shit! Are you sure.
Mmm
! You’re a geek?”

I groaned as I tried to move slowly. “Yeah. Majored in. Computer science.”

“You.
Ahh
! Seem to know. Oh, shit! A lot about.
Oooh, shit
! A
lot
about sex!”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I like to study. Different. Subjects.”

“Then I would give you.
Aahh
! An A-fucking-
plus
!”

“Thanks, professor.”

“No, baby,
you
the professor!”

That moved me. In my gut, not my brain. “Thanks.”

Suddenly she said, “Stop! Baby,
stop
for a second.
Aahh
!”

“What?
What
? Is something wrong?”

“I want to see your face.”

Quickly we moved into deeper water, till we were up to our shoulders. Then I moved her up against a handy ladder, where she sat and spread her legs wide, and looked into my eyes. She slipped her arms around my neck as I slipped inside her again and started moving. Just as quickly she dug her nails in my back.

“Oohh,
shit
. Shit! Oohh,
shit
! Baby, you the…ahh! You the
man
!
Oohh
!”

“Do I qualify for extra credit?”

“Told you.
Mm
! You the professor, baby!”

“Well, in that case, you have been the best student I’ve ever had.”

She arched her back as she held on. “
Oohh, shit
! Do I get an A, professor?”

“An A-
plus
-plus.”

Danielle grinned. “Good. Cause.
Mmm
! I’m going to come
again
!”

“Tell the professor how you like it.”

“Oh,
Professor
. I
like
it.
Mmm
! I
like
it.
Ahhh
! I like it like
that
!”

Holding her firmly in my arms, I kept thrusting inside her. The water was splashing against the rim of the pool, making waves travel to the other side of the pool and back.

“
Oohh, shit! Shit, shit, shit
!”

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. “Maybe. I should. Stop, huh?”

“
Hell no
! You Goddamn white motherfucker better fuck the shit out of this pussy!”

Well, I guess that answered
that
question.

Danielle dug her nails in
hard
and went, “
Aahhuuhhh
!”

Then she went limp in my arms. I was still hard, though. Hard as a rock and no place to go. I kept moving my cock inside her.

Her hands caressing my shoulders, she said, “Oh,
shit
. Professor, did you come?”

“Not yet.”

“
Damn
! That’s the mark of a
true
master.”

I chuckled then grunted as I thrust deep inside her. “Thanks.”

“
Fuck
me until you
come
, professor! I can’t honestly say I’ve passed the class if I haven’t made the teacher come, can I?”

“No, I guess not.” I started moving more rapidly.

“Oooh,
yes
! That’s
it
! Fuck that pussy, professor!
Fuck
me
real
good.”

I was so close already, I didn’t bother arguing the point. Except we were fucking bareback. There was a tiny part of my brain still operational after all. And it was telling me to pretend I had come, so I could get back in the house, and pretend this midnight pool party didn’t happen.

But that tightness in my groin was once again becoming unbearable.

“
Shit
!
Shit
!
Shit
! Oooohh,
shit
!” Then her voice got thick and low. “
Fuck
me real good.
Fuck
this pussy.
Fuck
the
shit
out of this
pussy
!”

I couldn’t say anything. I had my cock all up inside Danielle’s pussy. With each thrust inside her warm velvety wetness it got harder to be polite. I was thrusting so fast I was making slapping noises against her.

“That’s.
Oh
! That’s it, baby!
Ahh
! You can.
Aahh
! Do it!”

And then, at the top of a thrust, I felt that squeezing sensation in my nuts again. I groaned loudly as I came inside her. My groan and hers mixed together.

“
Oooohhh
, y
eaahhhhuuh
! That’s
it
, baby!”

This time I didn’t even feel her nails in my back. I did feel her arms around my neck. Her soft caresses. Her even softer kisses.

“Doesn’t that feel
all
better?” Her voice was soft, like her caresses.

Breathing deeply, I laughed. “Oh God yes, it feels
much
better.”

“Good.” Our laughter was giddy as we kissed the kisses of satisfied lovers.

Danielle sighed, her arms still around my neck. “Professor?”

“Yes, Miss Evans?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“You do? Why’s that?”

“
Five orgasms
. You gave me
five
orgasms, professor.”

“I did? Wow.”

She kissed my face. “Yes you did.”

I chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up so we can go back to bed.”

“No, I’d rather stay here in the pool with you for a while longer.”

I grinned. “And cool off?”

“Yeah…”

“Wasn’t that what we were trying to do in the first place?”

Danielle laughed and gave me a hug, gently raking her nails across my back. “Just stay with me for a while. Hold me as long as you want, baby.”

“Anything for my best student.”

She giggled. Kissed me softly. As I picked her up off the ladder and carried her back in the water, she said, “Was that the
best
pussy you’ve
ever
had? And be honest.”

“Yeah. Honestly.”

Another sweet giggle, grinning a mile wide. “
Good
!”

“What about you? Was that the best dick you’ve ever had?”

“Oh
God
, yes. The best. You sure came a lot.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I gave you a cream pie.”

“I’ve always wanted a cream pie.” She sighed. “I feel like I could go to bed right now and sleep straight through the whole day until the next morning.”

“So could I.”

Chapter Eight

Danielle

I was lying in bed, still half-asleep, when someone opened my bedroom door. A female voice said, “Miss Danielle?”

Cracking one eye open, I incoherently mumbled, “
Whaaa
…”

Naomi came into my bedroom and threw the drapes open, flooding the room with the pure morning sunshine of a new day. “Time to get up, Miss Danielle.”

Covering my eyes with my arm, I blearily said, “What time is it?”

“Quarter till nine. You must have slept pretty sound.”

“I must have.” I covered my mouth to yawn.

“You want me to run your shower, Miss Danielle?”

“Yes, please, Naomi. And would you get me a towel, please?”

“Are you in bed
naked
?”

“Yes, Naomi. It was too hot last night.”

“I heard that.” She went into the bathroom and returned a minute later with a big white bath towel. “Here you go, Miss Danielle. I started your shower for you.”

“Thank you, Naomi.”

She left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I sat up in bed, stretched really wide and made a great big, “
Ooooohhh
!”

Then I made my way into the master bathroom. As I opened the shower stall and stepped under the water, I still couldn’t believe what I did last night. I still felt the afterglow. It was fresh and clear in my memory, but at the same time, it felt like it was all a dream.

The touching. The kissing. The
oral sex
. In short, doing all those things that those other men didn’t do to me. And did I mention the
fucking
? Oh
God
, the
fucking
. I had two orgasms just from that.
Damn
! I was grinning like a fool. Glowing like a neon sign. I wasn’t too sure if this was just the afterglow from some good sex, or if it was real love.

One thing that was, like, for sure, was that I really was pushing it by not using any birth control. I’m very good about using birth control but this time I spaced it. Besides, how was I supposed to know that Jeff was going to join me in the pool last night? Sure, I wanted it to happen. But I didn’t expect it to happen.

I stepped into the shower. As I did so, I saw blood in the drain.

Usually I hate to see my period start. Several days of cramps and bleeding, thanks to Miss Flow and The Cramp Man. But my big grin became relieved. At least I wasn’t pregnant. I can only imagine the uproar
that
would have caused. This would be a bad time to get pregnant. Very bad. As in
disrupt the entire schedule for the next year
bad. As I reached for the body wash, I was feeling of two minds about it just the same. I’m sure Jeff and I would have made a beautiful mixed-race baby together.

The happy afterglow stayed with me as I took my shower and washed the chlorine from my skin and hair. Then I kept to my ritual as I removed what body hair there was from my armpits, legs and pussy. Just as I was turning off the water and stepping out, Naomi came back in, bearing a clear plastic squeeze bottle. “I have the baby oil ready.”

I smiled at her. “Your timing is wonderful.”

“Of course. You know I know all your habits.”

“Yes, you do, and I thank you.”

The room was silent while Naomi started rubbing my back with baby oil. Doing this right after a shower makes my skin softer than a cloud. Plus her technique is golden.

“Would you like some breakfast, Miss Danielle?”

“Yes, please, Naomi. I’m hungry.”

“I thought I’d make a cold breakfast. Weather’s kind of warm for my taste.”

“Yes, it is. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You look beautiful this morning, Miss Danielle.”

“What, don’t I look beautiful every morning?”

“Of course you do. But this morning you’ve got this definite glow.”

I just said, “That’s the baby oil, Naomi.”

She laughed. “Yes, Miss Danielle.”

I didn’t say a thing as she rubbed my booty with baby oil. I couldn’t exactly say to her,
Yeah, I’ve got this glow thanks to the sex I had with Jeff last night
.
Mind-blowing, toe-curling, nail-digging
sex
!
Oooohhh, shit
!

“I see your period started.”

“Yeah, right on time.”

“Let me grab you a tampon real quick.”

“Sure.”

Naomi went to the cabinet under the sink. “Yeah, I was wondering about that, after your little escapade in the pool.”

My gut lurched. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

“Danielle, do not lie to me. I saw you two in the pool last night.”

“How much did you see?”

“Let’s just say I had no idea you could get so ghetto. Such
language
.” She lightly spanked my booty.

A few giggles escaped. “It’s not my fault he’s so good! “

“That good, huh?”

“Yes! And have you seen the way he looks in his pajamas in the morning?”

“For the record, yes, I have.”

“So you know?”

“Yes, I know. You really like him, huh?”

I blushed. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“No maybe about it, Miss Danielle. This isn’t just a case of jungle fever.”

I shrugged sheepishly. “I won’t lie. I really like him.”

“Danielle. You can’t be caught falling in love with a white man. You have a reputation to protect.”

I found myself brushing away tears. “Yes, Naomi, I do have a reputation, as you so delicately put it. I’m also very tired of playing these damned race games.”

“So does that mean I can give him the third degree?”

“No, that does
not
mean you give him the third degree!”

“Aw, come on, Miss Danielle. I’m just watching your back.”

“I know. Just be gentle with him. We do want him to come back. At least I do.”

Naomi giggled. “Yes, Miss Danielle.”

“Good. Now oil up my legs, please.”

The next few minutes were spent in silence while she rubbed my legs and arms with baby oil. Finally Naomi said, “Okay, you’re all set. Let me get you something to wear.”

She came back with a short white romper, a white lace bra and a pair of full bottom matching panties. She helped me put on the panties and the bra. She helped me step through the shorts, pulled up the top half of the romper and zipped the zipper in back for me, and pulled the straps in place with a sure touch.

I said, “Thanks, Naomi.”

“Sure. I’ll just be going to see about breakfast.” Naomi left the bathroom.

Still feeling that happy glow, I stepped to the sink and opened my makeup kit. I found my best candy apple red lipstick and applied a few swipes. Then I slicked my hair back, secured it with a hair clip and left the bathroom.
Girl, you got it bad, wearing lipstick to breakfast. Red lipstick, even
. I floated along, barefoot, grinning like a fool.

When I finally made it downstairs to the kitchen, Naomi was setting out fresh fruit and cold cereals on the island.

Maybe five minutes later, Jeff came downstairs with a definite spring in his step, wearing his usual bed clothes, barefoot like me. Shit, he looked so fucking hot! I wanted to suck his dick right then and there. Just haul it out and
slurp
it and make that creamy white goop spurt in my mouth. Leave a ring of lipstick around his dick.

He spared me a quick smile as he selected a bowl of cereal with a banana. He sat down across from me at the little bar by the island, grinning as he poured milk over his cereal. I blushed.