Page 21 of Professor Next Door

“Slow, Tara. Take it slow.” I felt a shiver of reaction as he gave me his command, and pressed his hand on the back of my head. “No, don’t look away. Look at me while you suck my cock.”

A twinge of response between my thighs, and I could only move, opening wide as I pressed down onto him. Saliva ran down his shaft, making him slick as I moved up and down, pressing further with each down-stroke. He was starting to give light gasps, a moan when I pursed my lips and let him pop out of my mouth. My hand stroked what I could not swallow and my lips tingled.

I didn’t want to stop. His twitching hips and sounds of pleasure aroused me, making the fire between my thighs burn. I wanted to move, I wanted to ride him, but I stayed in place, his bare hand on my ass. His fingers dug into the flesh before they moved down, down to explore the liquid heat building within me. I moved with his strokes, my hips moving to meet his fingers as they slid through my folds, seeking that magic spot I’d discovered on my own.

It was like an itch that needed to be scratched, and when he finally found that sweet spot of pleasure I purred like a cat. My back arched, and he gave a murmur of approval.

“You’re so responsive, Tara. Honest responses. Amazing.” He moved, wanting to touch me more, and I realized I’d stopped sucking his dick but I hadn’t stopped stroking him.

Galen moved his fingers, trapping my clit between them, as he slid his other hand to cup my breast. I purred a sound of pleasure, the sensation almost painful, but so exquisite. I held my breath, waiting for the moment I knew was coming, but Galen shushed me.

“No, baby, don’t hold your breath, calm down. Breathe.” He whispered it against my ear, pushing into my hand as we moved together, our bodies slick with the heat of the night.

“Just let it come, Tara. Let it take you.” I could only shake my head, because I was too gone to respond. Just there, just a little more, and I’d fall over the edge.

His finger pressed harder against the bud, slick sounds filling the air as he concentrated on what he was doing to me.

I breathed deeply, my hips still twisting, needing it, needing that release. I looked into his eyes and saw their green depths were far more golden now, concentrated solely on my face. I knew I must have looked good because his eyes went wide, and he smiled.

“You have no idea what a goddess you are, do you? I can’t wait to see your face when I’m inside of you, fucking this tight…” His thumb slid down as he spoke, seeking out my entrance. He stopped speaking when the thick digit slid into my walls, his eyes looking down then back up with confusion.

I’d hoped he wouldn’t notice, I’d hoped he wouldn’t care. Obviously he did because he pulled his hand away from me and moved off the bed.

“Galen? Why did you stop?” I followed him, terrified that the proof of my virginity was going to end everything. Just when I was so close!

“You’re a virgin? How?” He looked lost as he pulled his pants from the floor. “A fucking virgin?”

That last one hurt. I pulled the sheet out from under the duvet, and wrapped myself in it, following him out of the room as he swiped up his shirt.

“Why does it matter? I thought men loved being a woman’s first? If it’s not a big deal to me, why is it to you?” I followed him into his bedroom, not ready to give up.

Normally I would have hidden under my blankets, I’d have found a way to get out of his life entirely just from the shame of it, but I wasn’t ready to give up on him. I’d really grown to care about him over the time I’d known him, far more than a silly crush; I really had come to love him. I wasn’t going to walk away.

“Tara, you deserve more than just a quick fuck, don’t you understand that? You deserve castles and dragon slayings. You deserve the moon at your feet! I’m not worth it, I’m not a knight in shining armor. I never will be.”

I watched him pace around his bed, the dark colors of his comforter and curtains, matching with the dark furniture. My room was all white, even the walls, but this room was dark, a sanctuary. That’s why he’d come in here, I realized, he needed a room where he could think.

“I don’t need you to slay dragons for me, Galen. I’m also not asking for any more than you’ve already offered.” I sighed as he paused, staring at me as though he’d just broken something precious and was now eternally damned. “I’m not a flower; I’m not a porcelain doll. Hell, I’m not even a pretty little wallflower, I’m just me! I wanted to have sex with you. What’s the problem?”

“Yes, but it should be somebody you care about your first time. You’re going to remember it forever.” He looked lost, hurt even.

“I haven’t been saving myself for marriage. You should know me by now, I’m too practical for that! I just hadn’t found anyone interesting enough to do it with. I haven’t been holding onto my virginity like it’s some prize, I just haven’t cared enough about sex to get rid of it. You interest me, obviously.” I could see my words had gotten through the fog in his brain, and he was considering it. “Really, I just haven’t been bothered about it.”

“Shouldn’t it be though? I mean, what else is it for otherwise?” He settled on his bed, looking over at me as he switched on a lamp. I settled on the other side.

“I’ve never really thought about it.” I didn’t say anything about the sudden and odd change of subjects, but went with it. Maybe it would lead somewhere. “I guess it’s some kind of vestigial remnant.”

“What like wisdom teeth or the appendix?” He looked as if he was calming down now, the flush of his skin lightening as we talked.

“I suppose so, yes. Do you know elephants only lose theirs when they give birth? Maybe it’s a way of keeping bacteria out, or maybe there was an organ there that has disappeared over time? You’re the history expert here, what’s your theory?”

“I’m a historian not an anthropologist.” He gave me his patented grin before he continued. “I guess it was a matter of breeding, more than anything, the same reasons some people have freckles, or that we no longer have tails but we do have tail bones. Certain traits remained because we were selective about who we bred with. Maybe there was a race of women with super-hymens that were better breeders than those without?”

I laughed at the super-hymens part but the rest made sense. That didn’t mean my body had calmed down and I was no longer yearning for his touch, but we were both calm and rational. Maybe we could talk this out.

“Basically, it’s not that important, is it? It’s just some left-over body part that serves no purpose now. If it’s the psychological aspect you’re concerned over, you do know your own reputation right, Galen?” I looked directly at him, not accusatory, but totally up front and not hiding.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a few things about myself.” To his credit, he neither looked smug or bothered. Just accepting.