Chapter 1
This is my last year of university and I could not be more excited. Graduation and then I was off to make my mark in the world. Get a job, save up and open my own restaurant. At least those are the plans. In order to make those plans a reality I need to focus on my school work. Which as of late I have been having a hard time doing with these bloody dreams.
It begins like this; On a dark rainy night I am working late in the culinary lab at school to finishing up a project that was due for the next day for the hunky professor Mr. Matthews. Soft music filling the space as I work. The rain gently tapping the windows in the back ground, lightning illuminating the outside world in flashes through the broad windows. It is peaceful and having succumbed to it, I feel safe in my sanctuary. Only when I am near done cleaning up for the night all of a sudden Mr. Matthews comes strolling in. At first glance he is a drowned mess, like he took a dip in a pool. His black hair is plastered to his face, leaving droplets to fall down his perfectly chiseled jaw. His clothes where soaked and left growing pools at his feet. I can see his perfectly sculpted abs through his white shirt that clings to every muscle. “Professor! What on earth are you doing here? You're soaked through!”
Removing my apron, I made my way to him. Grabbing the dry cloth I had tucked into the back pocket of my jeans and I began to dab his face. His eyes close, almost as if savoring the feeling and when they opened, the most beautiful sapphire blue eyes stared back at me with a heated desire. A cold hand touched mine, took the cloth and threw it on the wooden table beside us. Before I knew what was happening, his lips are on mine, kissing me with such intensity. He tastes of mint, exactly like how I hand day dreamed his mouth to taste like.
The smell of rain mixed with Sandalwood filled my nose as he drew me even closer. His broad chest soaking through my tank top and making my nipples harden through my shirt. Breaking away from him, I gasped for air and kept a distance to recover my senses. Between with how he tastes and smells it is causing me to lose my senses. Without so much of a beat, we lock lips again as my arms go around his neck, cool hands picking my legs up to wrap around his waist.
Being so emersed in our lust I hadn't realized the scenery had changed from the culinary lab to a bedroom, for when he placed me down on the bed, his hot lips left mine to travel down my neck. Butterflies travelled down to my core, only to turn into warmth between my legs. I was getting quickly aroused and wanted him now! Unzipping his pants, he ripped my shirt off. IT was almost a game of tit-for-tat and we eventually were naked in front of one another. Licking my finger and rubbing my clit, regarded the action of Mr. Matthews stroking himself.
“Fuck you look so hot playing with yourself. You're making me harder just watching you.” He whispered. That made me even more wet and increased my pleasure by ten fold. “Come and take me professor.” I spread my legs for him, warranting an expression of that of a hungry animal stalking its pray. A finger slipped easily inside me. “Your so wet.” “Fuck me!” He came at me and eased his cock inside my wet folds. He felt amazing, even as he stretched me. “Oh my god your so big.” I moaned. Hi cock filled every inch of me and it felt fucking amazing. Once I had gotten used to his size, he began to go faster. I can feel the pleasure building as I climbed closer to an orgasm.
“Mr. Matthews!” I moaned. "Say my name!" He growled in my ear. That alone almost sent me over the edge. It took everything to just last a little longer. A spasm had me tighten so much around him that I had to scream as I came. "Mr. Matthews!" "Yes, cum for me!" A wave of pleasure so powerful filled my body, spreading across every nerve ending. He slammed into me over and over again as I rode out the last of my orgasm. Then I awake.
These dreams always wake me covered in sweat before my alarm clock goes off. Come on, not again... Can I have just one night without him being in my head? Flipping the covers off and heading to the bathroom, my body shakes from the after math of the orgasm I just had in my dreams. As I begin to do my daily morning routine, my mind wanders back to the dream.
How his touch could just set my skin on fire, the look in his eyes, his smell and the way he tastes. Oh god, I was getting myself hot and bothered again. Forget! Forget! Checking the time, I only had fifteen minutes before class. Rushing out the door, grabbing my bag along the way, I lock my door and run to the elevator. The ding opens the metal doors and I slip inside. It's gonna be a long day.
Now I have multiple instructors but Mr. Matthews class happens to be my first and last one of each day and for the whole last three months of this last semester. Now, every girl on campus is into him, but as far as any of us are concerned he isn’t married nor does he have a girlfriend, so he becomes fair game. Except that he is a teacher and it would be taboo. Not like that ever stopped any other women from imagining him fucking the day lights out of them but still.
My friend Vivian who is actually taking the same thing I am, comes waltzing up to me as I leave the building. Her blonde hair swinging, her perfect white teeth showing under her dark red lips and her emerald green eyes shining in the morning sunrise. “Hey!” She exclaims. “Get some sleep?” I shake my head. She grins. “Same dream huh? Damn I wish Mr. Matthews would fuck me too.” I roll my eyes. Of course, she would. Every girl on campus would for crying out loud.
Mind you I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Matthews preferred her type anyway. Always happy, full of energy and optimistic. I happen to be quite the opposite of her. “At least you get an orgasm every morning.” Oh yes, I do! That is one thing that has been nice to be honest. The oddest thing about all of this is that before Mr. Matthews showed up, I didn’t have these dreams and since he has been my teacher, he is all I seem to think about or dream about.
“Thanks Viv.” I smile. We enter the classroom and begin our accent to our chairs. Waiting for class to begin, Viv and I are completely engrossed in our conversation about how her parents wanted her to go visit them over the summer, when a hush befalls the class. Mr. Matthews walks in the door, a sweet smile on his face and a bit of a skip to his step. Fuck every time I see him after one of those sex dreams, I get tense and feel some kind of weird pull in my chest.
Setting down his briefcase, his eyes rake over the class as he gets ready and when they land on me and I feel like everyone else just disappears and it’s only him and I in the class room. My Core warms as he continues to stare at me. I break eye contact and fidget in my seat. Vivian clearly noticing my irregular behavior. “You're getting worse. Why not just go and make a move and get it over with? You never know he may just take you on his desk.” She whispers. I elbow her in the side and she laughs. I glance up and his eyes are on me again.
Once the bell goes off, we are off to our next class. The day goes by pretty quickly and before I know it, the day is finally over. Vivian heads back to her place off of campus and I head to my dorm. Unfortunately I had lots of homework and a new project to begin, so, I wasn't able to go to the schools gym tonight like I usually do. Once I got off the elevator on the fourth floor the faint sound of people yelling could be heard down the hallway.
Getting closer to the apartment, I realized it was coming from my dorm. I unlock the door and immediately wish I had left. Jema in her yellow tank top and pink short shorts that contrast her beautiful dark chocolate skin is screaming at Lacy who has porcelain skin but the better fashion sense out of all of us. Amanda had her silver beats headphones on, tuning everyone out. It almost looked like they blended into her silver blond hair.
Not spotting Grace among the others, I assumed she wasn’t back yet. "Stop touching my fucking shit!" Jema yelled. Never piss off her off, you will never hear the end of it. "I didn't touch your shit!" Lacy shot back. "I know you took it! No one else here ever uses the same shit I do, other than you!" She pointed a manicured finger at lacy. "Fuck you! Just because we have the same shit doesn't mean I would take yours! Besides Jema it's a god damn pencil! Get the fuck over it." Lacy was shaking when I passed her to my dorm door. "Give it back you bitch!"
"Fine! You want a god damn pencil..." Lacy went to her room and came back throwing a pink dollar store lead pencil at Jema. "That's not the fucking one I am talking about." "I don't have your fucking pencil!" Lacy yelled at the top of her lungs. She stomped into her room and slammed the door. "Bitch!" Jema yelled and she repeated Lacy's actions.
Closing my door and dropping my bag beside my desk, I couldn't begin to fathom were I should begin on my homework. Perhaps food first I was pretty hungry. Applying my earphones and playing my music loud enough I couldn't hear the surrounding environment I head to the fridge. Pulling out bag of salad and dressing and went back into my room.
Munching on salad, as I did homework, really helped me to focus for I was done all my work in about two hours. It was around six o'clock. I guess almost time for dinner. A knock sounded at my door. Probably Jema, she is usually the one that cooks enough for an army and then forces the rest of us to eat it. I can honestly say Jema's cooking is the worst! And I secretly hope that it is Grace and not Jema behind that door.
Unfortunately, only one way to figure that out. Opening the door, I spotted hazel brown eyes, beautiful blonde curls and peach like skin. Thank god it was Grace! She wore a white sundress dress that had cherries on it and earrings to match. She looked like a 1950's woman with that dress.
"Hey, Dinner is ready if you wanna come and eat." I smiled. I could smell the delicious food she cooked, it got me salivating. "I'm down! What did you make?" We made our way to the table. I spotted a beautifully cooked roast with mashed potatoes and green beans. "Trying to seduce us are we Grace?" Jema commented.
A snicker came from all the us. Glancing between Lacy and Jema, it looked like they made up. They were sitting beside each other and had smiles on their faces. Grace smiled back. "In your dreams Jema." "Your boyfriend is gonna be jealous if you start swinging our way." Amanda laughed. "No. Really! Grace what’s with the dinner?" I asked. Grace sat down and portioned everyone some food. She never makes food like this, usually it's spaghetti or some dish she can throw in a pot for thirty minutes and it's done. "I wanted to celebrate!" We all looked at each other. "Celebrate what?" That's when she flashed us a diamond ring.
