Chapter 1
Meli stood outside her professor’s office. It was late. It had been hours since class finished and Professor Fremont’s office hours ended around forty minutes ago. Meli should have come to him then. She was lucky that he hadn’t already gone home. The dim light shining through the blinds of his office window told her he was still there.
She reached to knock on his door but hesitated. She was nervous. She never had to ask for an extension before. Usually she was good at getting her work done in time. But last night, she had spent hours preparing for a presentation in business economics. When she was done, she had forgotten all about her sociology paper that was due tomorrow.
She started the assignment today when she had the spare time, but she knew she didn’t have enough time to have it finished by the morning. She needed maybe a day or two longer.
It shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
“Just ask him,” her friend Brandy said as they were getting ready for class earlier that morning.
“What if he says no?” asked Meli.
“He won’t. But if it seems like he’s gonna say no… flirt with him a little.” Brandy’s lips formed a sly grin.
“Brandy, this is serious,” Meli said.
“I’m not joking!” Brandy said. “Show a little cleavage. You got those beautiful big blue eyes. Bat a few lashes. Trust me, he’ll cave. It’s that easy.”
Meli replayed her friend’s words over in her head. She looked down at herself. She had purposely worn a tight fitting, light blue V-neck blouse with a push-up bra. Her ladies weren’t huge by any means, but the bra and blouse combo definitely was enough to put them neatly on display.
She had already gotten a few stares from boys passing her by on the way over to his office.
But looking down at herself now, she felt almost… inappropriate. Flirting with her professor for an extension wasn’t something she ever imagined herself doing.
And that was why she was hesitating.
With a sigh, she dropped her hand and reached to pull at the V-neck of her shirt. It was an attempt to cover her perky breasts. It didn’t work. The shirt wasn’t designed for covering.
She decided she was just going to have to go for it. She was here now. There was no turning back.
She finally went to knock on the door and her hand was met with air. Before her stood Professor Fremont.
He was much older than her. In his late 40s. On top of his head was dark brown hair that was somewhat long in length but slicked back in a professional manner. He had a short and well manicured beard. In both his beard and the sides of his hair was a pepper of grey. He had a sharp nose and piercing blue eyes.
For an older man, Meli found him extremely attractive.
“Ms. Downes, what are you doing here?” he asked in a British accent. Professor Fremont was from the UK.
Taking in the sight of him, Meli noticed he looked… off. He wasn’t wearing his usual tie. His collar was unbuttoned and he held his suit jacket over his arm.
“Um… I was hoping I could talk to you,” she said, averting her eyes from his disheveled clothes to his handsome face.
“It’s late. I was just on my way out. You’ll have to come back tomorrow during office hours,” he said. He began pulling his door shut.
“It’ll only take a second. I promise, it’ll be real quick!” Meli said in desperation.
Professor Fremont eyed her for a long moment, his eyes shimmying over her cleavage, then he let out a sigh. “Very well. Come in.”
Meli stepped inside his office and he closed the door behind her. Walking towards his desk, she noticed a bottle of scotch. It was half empty.
Discreetly Professor Fremont grabbed the bottle and slid it into a desk drawer.
“So… what is it you needed to speak with me about?” he asked before sliding into his seat at his desk.
Meli didn’t sit down in the seat across from him. She remained standing. “Um, I came to talk about tomorrow’s assignment.”
“Yes?”
“I was wondering if I could get an extension… You see, I’ve been really busy. I was up all night preparing for my business economics presentation today. My sociology assignment honestly just slipped my mind.”
Professor Fremont frowned in disappointment. “I don’t generally give extensions.”
“Please, if I could just have one more day, I’m sure I could get it done in time.”
Professor Fremont leaned onto his arm that was propped on the arm of his chair and rubbed his hand against this face. Meli wasn’t sure if it was her or something else that was bothering him. Usually he had a more friendly demeanor.
Dropping his hand, he said, “You knew when the assignment was due, just as everyone else did. I assure you you’re not the only one that’s busy.”
Meli felt a pang of frustration. She knew she wasn’t the only one with a full workload. She wasn’t special. And she didn’t think she was acting like she was. She just wanted him to cut her a break. Was that too much to ask?
He stood from his desk. “Your assignment is due tomorrow. And I expect you turn it in on time.”
Watching him walk around his desk and towards the door, she heard Brandy inside her head. Flirt with him. He’ll cave.
Quickly, she reached out to touch his arm. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Her fingers met his skin and he paused to look down at her. He was very tall. She could only guess he stood over 6’, when she was a mere 5’5”.
“Professor Fremont, please…” she said. Blue eyes meeting blue eyes, she ran her tongue against her bottom lip, then gently bit down on it.
Professor Fremont was still for a long moment then attempted to turn away from her. She didn’t let him. She stepped in front of him. Her hand rose to touch his beardy jaw.
“I just need one day…” Her tone was soft and sultry. Oh, please don’t let this be a mistake!
The gears were turning inside Fremont’s head. He was quiet. His eyes drifting from hers down to her cleavage, then back up to meet her eyes again. This close to him, she could smell the scotch. He had definitely been drinking.
“Mmm,” was the hum that escaped his lips.
His eyebrow raised slightly as he studied her. Dammit, he really was an attractive man. And aside from the scotch, he smelled good too.
“One day. That’s it,” he agreed.
A wide smile full of pearly white teeth spread across Meli’s face. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug. She felt something hard, poking against her hip. It didn’t take much to realize it wasn’t a pen. She instantly backed off of him.
“Sorry. But thank you so much! I swear, I’ll have the paper done by Friday!” she said.
“Yes, I should hope so…” said Professor Fremont. He hadn’t hugged her back but he hadn’t pushed her away either. There was something different in the way he was looking at her now. The disappointment was gone and it had been replaced with something… hotter, sexy even.
Shit, she should probably go.
“Well, it really does mean a lot to me. And I’ll let you be on your way now,” she said. A softer smile on her face, she turned towards the door. But this time, it was him who caught her arm.
“Ms. Downes, I’m doing you a favor, you know. Allowing you an extension when I’ve done no such thing for anyone else,” he said, in his deep British accent. His accent only added to his sex appeal.
“And I’m really grateful,” she said carefully.
“Right. Well… you’re also quite beautiful. And since I’m doing you this favor, I wonder what you might do for me… in return.”
Meli watched his eyes travel over her body. He looked like a tiger sizing up his prey. Or rather a dog getting ready to hump a leg. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was proposing. He was suggesting something sexual.
And that was not what she intended when she flirted with him!
“Professor Fremont, you… you have the wrong idea.” But did he? Did he really? She had just come onto him. She hadn’t been subtle about it either. Shit, what had she gotten herself into?
“Do I?” he asked. Was that a rhetorical question?
His hand left her arm and found the side of her neck. Large fingers rubbed her neck and drifted down to her shoulder. A gentle squeeze sent tiny sparks alight over her body. She let out a slow breath.
She would be lying if she said a part of her wasn’t excited over the idea of doing something sexual with her professor. She had a crush on him since the first day of class.
But it was wrong. On so many levels. He was her teacher. And he was probably at least twenty years older than her!
“It’s only fair, Meli. I help you, you help me.” The words came out a whisper in her ear. The heat of them awakening a dampness between her thighs. If she said no, would he take back the extension?
Maybe.
If she said yes, would she be a slut?
Probably.
Her mind knew it was a bad idea but the growing hot desire she felt for him was magnetic. He was luring her in. She was hooked and there was no means of breaking the line.
Lifting her eyes to meet his, she gave him her answer with a silent nod of her head. He smiled back at her. A sexy, confident smile.
Oh, he was so handsome.
She watched him turn away from her. Returning to the large, expensive office chair behind his desk, he beckoned for her with a gesture of his hand. She was following him without a second thought.
He sat in the chair, causal, with his legs spread. His eyes drinking her up with every step she took towards him.
His erection formed a tent in his dress pants. It was like a blinking traffic light. No way to ignore it. Begging to be freed.
He glanced down at it, and with no shame, he nodded his head. He didn’t need words. It was clear what he wanted.
He was incredibly arrogant.
She loved it.
She dropped to her knees before him. Her small hands went to his belt. He watched her the entire time she undid his pants. She could feel his eyes on her. Caressing her. Urging her on.
Gently she freed his rod of its imprisonment. It was beautiful in all its glory. He was very well endowed. The biggest she had ever seen, for sure.
Suddenly, she felt his hand touch the side of her face. His fingertips brushed her skin and she lifted her head to look up at him.
“That’s it, love… Show your professor just how badly you desire that extension…”
His erotic words made her pussy pulse with fresh fluids. She knew this was wrong. Oh, so wrong. But damn if it wasn’t exciting. Meli had never done anything so naughty in her life. Never even dreamed she would do something like this! And especially not with her much older college professor!
But here she was, and seeing his dick jutting up there, right there in front of her face, she felt like a kid getting ready to have her favorite lolli!
Taking it in her hand, she lifted from her knees and engulfed the tip with her tongue. Salty precum filtered her taste buds and the most masculine, guttural moan filled her ears.
It was all Professor Fremont. A sound of pure satisfaction. And then she felt his hand slide into her curly brown locks.
“Yes… Keep going.”
Somehow his accent sounded even stronger when he was turned on. He was so sexy.
And keeping going she did.
She fluttered her tongue against his mushroom head before sinking the length of him deep inside her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, as she savored every inch. Gosh, he was HUGE! And every time she pulled him back in, he lifted his hips causing him to sink in just a little deeper.
It was so hot!
“That feels… magnificent...” he moaned through strained words.
Hearing him praise her only urged her on. She began to work her mouth against him faster. Up and down. His fingers gripping onto her curls, guiding her head. Controlling her. Dominating her in a way she had never been before.
Sweat formed in droplets on her forehead. Professor Fremont was panting with every thrust of his hips. She could tell he was getting close. Instinctively she started to pull away.
“No…” said Professor Fremont. “I want you to… swallow… every last… drop.”
Meli had never swallowed before. It always seemed gross. But for some strange reason, his words made her feel intrigued to try it.
Just this once, she told herself.
She sucked him harder, faster, and then, in an instant, she felt something warm erupt into her mouth.
She expected it to taste foul but… honestly, it didn’t have much of a taste at all. It was a little salty. But it didn’t taste bad. And as she swallowed it down, she realized… she kind of liked it.
There was something really intimate about sucking him off to completion.
Professor Fremont’s head rested back against his chair. Eyes aimed at the ceiling, his chest heaved with each heavy breath. Meli looked up at him and felt a strong feeling of pleasurable satisfaction. She had just sucked off her professor and he had loved every minute of it.
Licking her lips one last time, she smiled and rose to her feet.
“So about that extension, I want two days instead of one,” she said.
Professor Fremont lowered his head and looked at her with narrowed eyes. A smirk on his sexy lips.
“Ms. Downes, after that amazing gob job, you can take as long as you wish.”
Gob job? Meli laughed. She had never heard of that one before. “I think it’s called a blow job, Professor.”
“Is it now? Well no matter the term, you are incredibly talented,” he said. He leaned forward and began returning his dick to his pants.
“Thank you,” Meli said proudly. She waited a moment as he tidied up his pants and when he stood, she took a step back.
“I meant what I said about the extension. I don’t expect you to wait a week but if you need a day or two, by all means, take it,” he said.
Meli nodded her head. “I’ll have it done as quickly as possible.”
“Mmm,” he said.
Meli assumed they were parting ways now and turned to leave. He stopped her once again.
“Ms. Downes, you have a good night,” he said.
Meli felt a little caught off guard when she realized he was leaning down for a kiss. Her eyes went wide for a moment then slowly her lids closed as his lips met hers.
The kiss was soft but sensual. It only lasted a few seconds, which wasn’t nearly long enough.
When he pulled away, her mouth was left parted. She wanted more… She almost reached for him but he was turning to retrieve his things from his desk. She suppressed the urge to sigh.
“See you in class tomorrow,” she said and forced herself to walk towards the door. She turned to look at him one last time. He looked back. For a long moment, they just stared at each other then she finally forced herself out of his office.
Task accomplished. She had the extension. But at what price?
After that intimate encounter with her professor, she was certain she was never going to be able to look at him the same way again.
