The Distraction

THE FIRST LESSON

Edward Kim looked around his office. It was furnished with a large wooden table and several wooden chairs. Typical furniture found in any university library. On one wall there was a whiteboard, and on the opposite wall was the door to the room. It was made of glass and anyone walking by could easily see inside. A fact of which Edward was keenly aware of, but other than that, it was a nice quiet room. A perfect place for him to study and work on his dissertation for his Ph.D. in mathematics.

Since he was a doctoral student, he was able to reserve the room for months at a time, and it had turned into his proxy office where he had spent the last year working on the more challenging sections of his graduate work. Edward had no real difficulties with the first part of his program, but recently, his studies had turned into a chore that he had been avoiding. Looking around at the room, he sighed because he was unsure of how many more years, he would have to spend there.

Edward was a first-generation Korean American man. When he was younger, he looked like a stereotypical Asian nerd. He had been skinny to the point of being malnourished and always wore thick glasses, dressed in wrinkled T-shirts with tech slogans on them, and had patches of acne covering his face. As he grew older, his acne cleared up, he dressed better like a young professor in slacks and button-down shirts, got rid of his glasses for contacts, and while still thin, he wasn’t skinny anymore after having grown into his body.

Women did not throw themselves at him, but little did he know that if he tried, his advances would have been accepted more times than not. Especially, because of his deep and raspy voice. He knew it was his most attractive quality. However, there was one problem. He never knew what to say.

Though he was twenty-eight, he had little to no real experience with women. For the most part, he was not a very social person preferring to spend his time alone, quietly working on equations or studying some new mathematical theorem. With math, there were no grey areas. There was always a right or wrong answer. For this reason, he always found that solving high-level, theoretical math problems was far easier than trying to say something interesting to a pretty woman at a party.

Because of all this, he was absolutely dreading his next assignment. Every doctoral student had to teach, and because he was so socially inept, his fear of speaking in public was immense. Since he was having problems focusing on his dissertation, he decided to take the time to improve his teaching skills. Like everything else he attempted, he analyzed the situation and broke it down into smaller, more manageable tasks. Eventually, he decided to start things off as easy as possible by tutoring undergrads individually one by one.

Though it was a seemingly simple task, Edward grew increasingly nervous as the time approached for his first tutoring session. To calm himself, he paced back and forth in his little office while rehearsing his opening intro to the lesson. He became so engrossed in his inner monologue that he didn’t realize his first student had already arrived.

“Are you Professor Lee?” a sweet, innocent voice asked.

“No. I mean, yes. But I’m not a professor yet. You can just call me Mr. Lee or Edward.”

“Hi, I’m Stacey,” she said.

Stacey Nakamura was a second-generation Japanese girl who had round chubby cheeks with cute dimples that appeared only when she smiled. She was petite standing at around 5 feet 2 inches tall, and for an Asian girl, she was surprisingly busty and had an overall curvy figure. Edward couldn’t see this quality of hers because her body was mostly hidden under an oversized hoodie.

Unlike Edward, Stacey was extremely social. Not only was she an attractive young woman, she was also a very sweet, giving person making her one of the more popular girls on campus. Everyone she met was drawn to her.

Though she knew a lot of people, there was a side of Stacey that she kept hidden. She had a mischievous, playful side to her that she only shared with people she truly cared about. She would constantly tease her close friends and test boundaries by saying or doing outrageous things to elicit shocked reactions from them. It was how she got to know people and also how she showed her affection.

“Nice to meet you, Stacey. Come in. Have a seat,” he said and motioned for her to put her things down next to his chair so that they could work side by side. Stacey walked into the room and set her things down. Once she got situated, she turned to him.

“Ready,” she said with a smile.

They talked for a bit to find out where she was in her studies and how he could help her. Then he started outlining his teaching methods. It was the speech he had been practicing before she arrived. As he tried to recite it, his nerves got the best of him. He stuttered a bit, then stammered, then repeated himself a few times.

Stacey couldn’t understand anything he was saying. His words were coming out a jumbled mess. So instead of paying attention to what he was saying, she paid attention to other qualities about him, and the first thing she noticed was his voice. It was deep and raspy, and it mesmerized her a little. She had no idea until then but she had a thing for men with deep voices. Her thoughts wandered. She wondered what kind of man he was, and what kind of women he liked to…

“How does that sound?” Edward asked.

“What?” Stacey asked snapping to attention.

“I said, how does that sound?”

“Oh, good,” she said. “Everything sounds good to me.”

“Okay, great. So let’s get started with some simple problems.”

As the lesson continued, Stacey had a hard time concentrating because his voice kept distracting her. She got lost a few times and had to ask him to repeat himself. He must think I’m such a ditz, she thought.

But Edward was so focused on himself, he thought he was doing a poor job of teaching her. He blamed himself every time she asked him to repeat something. His explanations were confusing, he thought. This made him feel even more self-conscious, and the thought intensified his social anxiety making his words come out even more jumbled than before.

What made things worse was when their hands accidentally touched. Halfway through their lesson, while Edward was holding the textbook open, Stacey pointed at an equation, and in the process, her fingers accidentally grazed his hand. Then for some reason, she left her hand on top of his and gave him a gentle pat. To Stacey, it was nothing more than a friendly gesture. She was hoping that her hand on his would calm his nerves, but it did the opposite.

For Edward, that light touch was more physical contact than he was used to. It had been a while since he had been with a woman, and her hand on his sent a rush of emotions through him. It felt so nice that he didn’t move his hand away at first, but then he thought about someone walking by his library office and seeing Stacey’s hand on his. The thought made him snatch his hand away from hers.

His reaction surprised Stacey. She wasn’t used to a guy pulling away from her like that. It made her wonder if there was something wrong with him. Then she wondered if there was something wrong with her. Either way, she needed to know why he acted the way he did. Her curiosity about him grew.

Edward was lost in thought as well. All these emotions raced through him, and he tried to clear his head but couldn’t. His nerves, once again, got the best of him, and he froze for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Stacey asked.

“Sorry, I was trying to think of something and just got lost.”

“I know the feeling.”

At that moment, he didn’t know why but he opened up to her. Maybe it was because she was from a completely different world than his, and there was a certain anonymous comfort in confessing your problems to a stranger. Maybe it was because she was Asian like him, and he felt a certain familiarity with her. Or maybe it was because of her inviting smile that put him at ease. But for whatever reason, Edward found it surprisingly easy to open up to her.

“This is my first time,” he said.

Stacey’s mind went somewhere else.

“What?” she asked in surprise.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh, you mean, tutoring? You’ve never tutored anyone before?”

“I’m not a very social person,” he said and went on to tell her about how he had to teach in front of a class, but he had a fear of speaking in public. He wasn’t planning on opening up to her but the minute he let it out, his nerves began to leave him, and he felt better.

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you all this.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “Sometimes, you just have to let it out.”

“You could be right.”

“But for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job.”

Edward thanked her but still looked a little flustered. He was being so nice to her that Stacey wished she could do something to cheer him up. Then without thinking, she leaned over to hug him.

She was only going to give him a quick one to try and cheer him up, but as she leaned into him, her chair tipped over causing her to fall forward. Edward caught her in his arms, and she ended up sitting on his lap with her legs straddled to either side of his. Their bodies were pressed up against each other, and it was then that Edward became aware of her voluptuous body hidden under her baggy hoodie.

Stacey was well aware that she was a great hugger. She had been told many times that her body was soft in all the right places. Every guy she hugged practically melted in her arms, but this time, when Stacey hugged Edward, she was the one that melted.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said. “I think the chair slipped out from under me.”

Stacey was surprised at how nice it felt to be pressed up against him. It felt nicer than she could have ever imagined. Because when he spoke, she could not only hear him, but she could also feel him. The tone of his deep, baritone voice reverberated through her entire body. It felt so good that she lost herself in his arms.

Just like the accidental touch, Edward felt a rush of emotions race through him causing his heart to beat furiously. Part of the reason it beat so fast was because he was afraid of getting caught in the arms of a coed, but the other reason was because it just felt good. She was soft in all the right places, and he felt this sense of comfort among other things that he had been lacking in his life of late. Though he could have easily lifted her off of him, he let things linger a moment because he too had started to melt.

“Stacey?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t.”

“I mean, do you mind getting up?”

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” she said as she snapped out of her daze. She looked at the young professor. His head was down and his eyes were glued to the math book in front of him. His cheeks were bright red.

“Stacey, you shouldn’t…,” he stammered out.

“It was an accident. The chair slipped out from under me, and then I fell into your…,” she said and thought about being in his arms and felt a wave of shyness wash over her.

“It’s just that if someone were to walk by, they might get the wrong idea.”

“I understand. Sorry,” she said. “You just looked like you needed a hug.”

She was right. He had needed one, but he didn’t feel right admitting this to her.

“I’d appreciate it, if we could keep things a little more professional between us,” he said. “I’m your teacher after all and…”

“I totally understand,” she said sitting up in her seat. “Won’t happen again.”

“So then, back to the lesson?”

“Whatever you want, Professor.”

“I’m not a professor, yet. Remember?”

“Oh right,” she said. “Duh, I’m such a ditz.”

“Where were we? Problem 22?”

“I think so. Yup.”

The lesson went on and after the initial difficulties, they both got more comfortable with each other. Edward’s nerves settled down especially after opening up to her, and Stacey was able to better concentrate though his voice still distracted her at times. By the end, they were able to establish a good rapport with each other.

As Stacey gathered her things, Edward stood up and opened the door for her.

“Thank you,” she said as she stood in front of him. “I think I actually learned something.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said. “So, see you next week?”

“Sounds good,” she said and stood there waiting for some conclusion to their meeting. She usually gave people hugs but after his reaction from the one during their lesson, she knew it wasn’t an appropriate thing to do. Still, she wanted to hug him because it was the nice thing to do, but if she was being honest, she wanted to because she wanted to feel his voice against her body again.

Stacey stood there awkwardly in front of him, and for some reason, Edward could sense what she was feeling. Though they had just met, he knew that she wanted a hug. He could just sense it. In any other setting, he might have given her one, but as her teacher, he felt it was completely inappropriate. He did his best to keep things as professional as possible and extended out his hand. She looked a little disappointed, but it couldn’t be helped.

They shook hands and as she turned to leave, she said, “Okay, Professor. See you next week.”

After Stacey had left, Edward sat down at his desk and tried to work on his dissertation but couldn’t concentrate. No matter how hard he tried, his mind was filled with all these troubling thoughts. He questioned his abilities. He questioned everything that he was doing. What if he wasn’t smart enough? What if he would be stuck here forever, halfway done with his dissertation? What if this was as far as he was meant to go?

His thoughts were too heavy for him, and it made him want to run away. He needed to escape for a moment from his troubled thoughts and desperately tried to think of something more pleasant. Something a little lighter. And that was when his mind drifted to Stacey.

He thought about her sweetness. Those cute little dimples that only appeared when she smiled. She wasn’t his type at all. In fact, she was the complete opposite, but still, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It was almost too much for him. He tried to purge his mind by thinking about her in terms of logic and reason. She was ten years his junior. Dating a student would end his career as a professor or at the very least, harm it with a poor reputation. Besides he thought, why would an attractive, young woman like her even want to be with a boring, older man like him?

In the end, all those reasons faded away and were replaced with images of Stacey’s cute smile. One thing that he couldn’t deny was that thinking about her was a lot better than thinking about his dissertation.

THE SECOND LESSON

Edward was unlike any man Stacey had ever met. She was used to guys chasing after her, but the young professor kept his distance and almost even pushed her away. Most guys got all handsy or would say something crude or get that pervy look in their eyes after hugging her, but Edward acted like a perfect gentleman. He even gave her a cute, little lecture about keeping things professional between them.

Then she thought about how she felt in his arms and how she could feel his voice reverberate inside her. She thought about how she got lost in his arms, and that surprised her the most. She was not used to being the one that melted.

Everything about Edward intrigued her. She was normally good at reading people, but she had no idea what he was thinking. All this made her curiosity grow over the week between their next lesson. This interest in him mixed in with her mischievous side, made her want to do something to test the boundaries. To tease him a little. Just to see his reaction.

So for their next lesson, she wore the same baggy hoodie she wore last time, but underneath, she had on a thin pink bra with a tight white tank top over it and little booty shorts that barely covered her. She knew what an outfit like that one did to most guys, but she had no idea how her young professor would react.

She was planning on taking off her hoodie halfway through their lesson at just the right moment to really see his reaction, but the minute she saw him and heard his voice, she couldn’t help herself and took her sweatshirt off exposing the skimpy outfit she had hidden underneath.

“What?” she asked keeping her eyes on him to gauge his reaction. “It’s hot.”

But the room wasn’t hot. It was well air-conditioned, and Stacey immediately felt a chill rush through her. Goosebumps covered her body, and she was sure that her nipples were erect and clearly visible poking through her thin bra and tank top. Normally when she was in that state, she would cover herself up or put her sweatshirt back on, but since it was only the two of them in the room, she pretended like she had no clue.

Edward looked at her for a quick moment but once again, instead of lingering or smiling or saying something pervy, he looked away and kept to his side of the table even more so than before. He opened up the textbook in front of them and started the lesson as if everything was normal.

He gave her no real response. He didn’t even check her out. And the way he practically ignored her really bothered Stacey. It became a challenge to her. The more he ignored her, the more determined she felt to get some type of reaction out of her young professor.

As Edward was trying to help her with one of her problems, she leaned forward and pushed her breast against the side of his arm. He immediately felt her soft body against his, but on the surface, he pretended like everything was normal. Deep inside though, there was no denying the physical contact between them. They stayed like that for a moment, but then he retreated from her again.

Edward felt bad for leaving his arm there with her breast against it for as long as he had. The more he thought about it, the more he felt wrong for getting excited by accidentally coming in contact with her. She was young and innocent, he thought, and she probably didn’t know what she was doing. So he thought it best to keep his distance from her. When she leaned toward him, he leaned away like they were two magnets repelling each other.

Stacey knew what to do with guys when they chased after her, but her young professor had done the opposite, and she wasn’t used to that at all. She had no idea what to do next, but she was even more determined than ever to get a reaction out of him. The more he pulled away from her, the more she was drawn to him.

During a break in the lesson, while Edward was searching for the next problem to work on, Stacey took the moment to tease him again.

“Can you touch your elbows together?” she asked.

“What was that?” he asked still focused on finding another problem to work on.

“The other day, these boys in class asked me if I could touch my elbows together. I tried, but I couldn’t. Then they all started laughing at me.”

“Touch your elbows together? I don’t understand,” he said and stopped to look at her.

“You know, like this,” she said and showed him what she had done in class. She tried touching her elbows together, but all that happened was that she smashed her breasts against each other causing them to jut out.

Edward was immediately overwhelmed by the sight of her breasts pressed together. Her cleavage almost spilled out of the low scoop of her tank top. The sight surprised him. His eyes went wide, and though most men would have lingered, he quickly looked away.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he said while keeping his eyes averted.

“Why not?” she asked playing innocent as she kept trying to touch her elbows together. The more she tried, the more her chest jutted out. She turned her body toward him trying to force him to look, but he kept his eyes away from her.

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“They’re telling you to touch your elbows because it makes your… your cleavage… I mean, your chest,” he stammered and was at a loss for words trying to explain to her what was going on. He was blushing heavily and was trying to be such a gentleman. It was so cute, Stacey thought. She could barely hold back her smile.

“They’re making you touch your elbows together to ogle you.”

“Ogle? I don’t know what that means.”

“Stare at you with lustful thoughts.”

“Oh,” she said and then looked down at her chest. “Oh!”

She was so innocent, he thought again. She had no idea what she was doing. But little did he know, she knew exactly what she was doing. That elbow trick was something guys in high school did to her, and while yes, she fell for it the first few times, now that she was older, she knew better. For the sake of her young professor though, she pretended like she had no idea what she was doing.

“I thought everyone could touch their elbows, and they were laughing at me because I was so weird,” she said. “Ugh, I’m so gullible. I’m such a ditz.”

“Stop saying that about yourself,” he said with sudden passion in his voice. He sounded almost angry with her. “Don’t ever say that about yourself again. Just because some guys fooled you, doesn’t mean that you’re unintelligent. You’re smarter than you think you are.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“I mean it,” he said. “If you keep telling yourself that you’re dumb or stupid or a ditz then that’s all you’ll ever be. The brain is like any other part of your body. If you exercise it and work on it, you will improve. So, stop saying that about yourself. Give yourself a chance, okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

“Now, let’s get back to work,” he said.

Nobody had ever talked to her like that in her entire life. Her friends, even her parents all joked about what a ditz she was. The way he spoke to her with such passion made her feel something new about him.

“You’re really nice,” she said. “Your girlfriend must be really happy.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Come on let’s get back to work.”

“You don’t? Why not?”

“I’ve been busy with work and…”

“What kind of women do you like?”

“Do you remember what I said about keeping things more professional?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Let’s get back to work.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“Problem 28.”

“Fine.”

At the end of the lesson, Edward stood up to open the door and this time, it was Stacey that extended out her hand to him.

“Because someone might get the wrong idea, right?” she said and then gave him a smile and a wink like they were sharing a secret. Edward shook his head a little, but he couldn’t help himself from smiling.

“What?” she asked him. “I’m learning.”

After she left, Edward let out a sigh. He knew there was no point in even attempting to work on his dissertation because he couldn’t stop thinking about Stacey. The more he tried, the more his mind brought his thoughts back to her. He couldn’t think of anything other than how cute she was and how sexy she looked when she was trying to touch her elbows together. The image wouldn’t leave him, and it began to fill him with desire.

When he finally made it home, his feelings were reaching a peak. He was so consumed with thoughts of Stacey that he had to do something about it. He lay in his bed and closed his eyes while picturing her in his mind. The more he thought about her, the more he wished she was right there with him. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to see her.

It drove him mad how much he wanted her, but all that he could do was to get his phone and look for her social media feed. It didn’t take him long to find her and not that much longer till he found a picture of her in a bright blue bikini. He stared at that cute sweet smile of hers and that voluptuous body and couldn’t take it any longer. He relieved himself with fantasies of being with her racing through his mind.

After Stacey left the library, she too couldn’t control her thoughts. She rushed home to her roommates teasing her about being in love with her young professor. Though she denied it all, her blushing cheeks and her smile betrayed her. She yelled at them pretending to be angry with them so she could storm away to her room.

Once she was alone, she fell on her bed with fantasies of her young professor racing through her mind. She thought about how he went off on her about calling herself a ditz. The way he spoke to her with so much passion turned her on emotionally. Then she thought about his deep and raspy voice. She thought about how she felt in his arms when she could hear and feel that voice of his against her body, and that turned her on physically. She played with herself while she fantasized about him. The more turned on she got, the more she wanted to be with him. To hear his voice. To feel his voice.

It drove her mad how much she wanted him, but all that she could do was to listen to a voice mail he had left introducing himself and telling her the time and location of their first meeting. His voice reverberated through her phone and intensified her feelings. It made her cum really hard.

THE THIRD LESSON

A week later, something in Stacey had changed. Her crush for her young professor had developed even further until she had to finally admit that she genuinely liked him. This new feeling for Edward made her feel embarrassed for the way she dressed last time and how she constantly teased him. She felt this way because that wasn’t what he wanted from her. He had asked her to act more professionally several times, and now that she genuinely liked him, she wanted to respect his wishes.

Edward felt guilty for lusting after Stacey. He felt wrong for feeling that way toward a young, innocent girl that he was in charge of teaching. That feeling made him vow to do a better job. No matter what she wore. No matter what she did to him. He would contain his feelings and focus on becoming a better teacher. Nothing more. Nothing less. He would be the mature one and was determined to be as professional as possible, but when he saw her next, he was once again stunned by how she looked.

Stacey arrived to their next lesson dressed in a conservative, mid-length skirt with a collared blouse and a light sweater. Her outfit was very similar to what Edward wore. In fact, they looked good together like a young couple wearing matching outfits.

Though she was dressed in more professional attire, it did nothing to help Edward focus on his task. He was still distracted but this time for a different reason. It was the gesture that got him the most. The gesture of Stacey dressing more professionally for him. He felt a connection to her like there was some invisible bond forming between them. He did his best to stay focused on his plans, but it was a difficult task after he realized that he was attracted to her regardless of what she wore.

“You look very professional,” he said.

“I had an interview for an internship,” she lied. She wore this outfit specifically for him.

“Well, hope you get it. Good luck,” he said, and then they went right into the lesson.

Stacey did her best to be more respectful of his space and kept to her side of the table. She didn’t want to throw herself at him, especially if he wasn’t interested in her in that way. There had been many guys in her life who had liked her more than she had liked them. And she knew that nothing good ever came from relationships when feelings weren’t mutual. Because of all this, her feelings for him made her take a step back, and she would let him go if he didn’t take a step toward her.

Though they were sitting right next to each other, Stacey felt a million miles away from him. Like she was stranded on a deserted island all by herself. She felt cold but not in a temperature sort of way.

Edward was appreciative of her acting more professional, but he had to admit that he missed the flirtatious side of her. He missed the accidental contact of her body against his. He didn’t realize how starved he had been for that type of physical attention until she had started showing him some.

To Edward, they might as well have been on different planets. She appeared tiny in her seat next to his like he was staring at her through a telescope. The distance felt immense. He too felt cold but not in a temperature sort of way.

Throughout the lesson, that yearning inside him grew. It wouldn’t let him go and turned into a different type of distraction. His feelings eventually overrode any moral debate he was having. He needed to feel some physical connection with her to match the unique bond that he felt was developing between them.

Before he thought about it any further, he put his hand down on the edge of her chair mere inches away from her thigh. His fingers were close enough to feel the warmth of her body emanating from her. Stacey immediately sensed his hand next to her on the chair. She could see it from her peripheral, and it caused her heart to beat faster.

She was careful not to react too quickly because she didn’t want to scare him away. So she took her time and slowly adjusted herself in her seat ever so slightly so that her thigh was barely touching his fingertips. The contact though limited felt intense. It felt so good that she moved her thigh even closer until she was almost covering his hand.

Edward didn’t move away from her and stayed still for as long as he could. Long enough to memorize the feeling of her thigh on top of his hand. Then reason came back to him, and he slowly pulled his hand free from under her.

They both felt the room warm up. That cold distant feeling went away. It was enough of a step toward her for Stacey to take a step forward toward him. She pulled her hair over her ear so that she could hear him better and then leaned into him.

Though he had vowed to lead the lesson in a more professional manner, he couldn’t help himself either and leaned in closer to her as well. He positioned his mouth in the direction of her ear that she had exposed for him, and talked to her in a soft voice because the breath had been taken out of him.

The softer he spoke, the more Stacey leaned in closer to him, and the closer she got, the softer his voice grew till it was almost a whisper. Her ear was so close to his lips that she felt his breaths glance upon her. It sent shivers racing through her body. Her heart was beating like mad, and she pressed the side of her breast against his arm.

Normally, he would have moved away from her but this time, he couldn’t help himself. He had felt the coldness from earlier and appreciated the feeling of her body against him.

They didn’t have to say it, but they both felt the same way. Like they were on some tiny planet. Or on a deserted island. Happily stranded together. With no one else around. Lost in their own little world.

She felt so close to him, she could hardly breathe. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it tightly. For a brief moment, he squeezed back, and they held hands. Though he didn’t want to, he had to let go of her.

“Stacey,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Just that, I don’t know. You’re being so nice to me, and I’m learning so much. It just makes me want to…”

“Stacey.”

“It just makes me want to be nice back to you. Is that so wrong?”

He let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead like he had a headache.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I take it back. I take it back.”

“It’s okay. It’s just that you’re distracting…,” he started to say but stopped himself.

“I’m distracting you?” she asked perking up.

“No, I mean, I’ve been feeling really distracted lately. In general,” he said. He didn’t want to admit to her he was attracted to her and that she was distracting him because that wasn’t an appropriate thing to say. Instead, he surprised himself by opening up to her even more and confessed to her about the difficult time he was having with his dissertation.

He told her that he was stuck, and it frightened him. He was afraid that he would never finish his work and never graduate. He didn’t have that many people to talk to. Most of the people he knew were colleagues in the department, and they weren’t the sort of people to confess your problems to because things were so competitive in his department.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m burned out. Or I’m blocked up. Or something else.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said and really meant it. “If there’s anything I can do…”

“No. No. No, I’ll figure it out.”

“Sounds like you should break things up. Maybe do something,” she said and paused.

“Do? Do what?” he asked sensing that she was holding something back.

Do me, she screamed inside. You can do me! The thought surprised her but it was true. It was what she wanted but instead of saying that she just said, “Oh, I don’t know.”

“What?” he asked. “Say it.”

“Do something different. Like go out and have fun.”

“Fun?” he said and laughed. “It’s been so long, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

Then it was Stacey’s turn to talk. She started babbling away in her cute sing-song voice about her life and her friends and all the fun things she had been up to recently. Hearing her talk gave him a strange sense of perspective. Her life was so light. It sounded idyllic. Like a daydream almost, and he lost himself in her world for a moment.

“Your life does sound pretty fun.”

“Your life could be fun too.”

“Yeah? And how would I do that?”

“Just open yourself up.”

“To what?”

“To whatever comes your way.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” he said.

When the lesson ended, they were both gathering their things to leave when she asked him, “So, what are you going to do this weekend?”

“Stay in probably and get some work done.”

“You’re supposed to say I’m going to go out and have fun.”

“Oh, right,” he said. “Once I get ahead of things, I promise I’ll go out and have some fun.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,” he said. “What about you? Your test is coming up. You’re going to study this weekend, right?”

“I want to but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t have anywhere to study.”

“What do you mean?”

“My roommates are having a party,” she said. “And I don’t want to go to the library at night all by myself. It’s so creepy. I have no idea what I’m going to do.”

What she said stirred a side in Edward that surprised him. He felt protective of her. He didn’t want her to go somewhere alone at night and of course, he didn’t want her to fail her test. Before he knew what he was saying, he blurted out, “You can come over to my place and study if you want.”

“Really?” she asked in shock. He was shocked as well and started to regret inviting her over because it was beyond inappropriate.

“If you really need to,” he said.

“I do,” she said. “Thank you so much!”

“But you have to promise me one thing,” he said.

“What? Anything.”

“Promise you won’t distract me. I’m really behind in my work and need to focus.”

“I promise, I won’t distract you,” she said, but it was a lie because she was planning on doing just that. On top of it, she knew exactly what to wear.

THE STUDY DATE

Edward had invited Stacey over because he didn’t want her to fail her test. She had nowhere else to go, and it was the decent thing to do. But there was no denying how inappropriate it was to have his first student come over to his place on a Saturday night.

What was he thinking, he asked himself. But it would be fine if nothing happened, and nothing would happen. Enjoy her company but don’t take advantage of her, he told himself. He again challenged himself to be on his best behavior. He would focus on his dissertation and nothing else. Once again though, the challenge he gave himself became extremely difficult when he saw what she was wearing.

Stacey wore her favorite dress. It was a short, light yellow sundress covered in a print of spring flowers with buttons running up the middle. She loved the dress but never wore it because it was a size too small, and the deep v-neck exposed way too much of her cleavage. But the main reason she never wore it was because the top few buttons strained to keep her breasts covered and tended to accidentally pop open.

For all those reasons, she couldn’t wear this outfit in public, but since she was only going to Edward’s apartment, and it would be just the two of them, she thought it would be the perfect dress to wear. There was no way that he could ignore her.

Edward was again stunned by the way she looked. Her outfit was form-fitting and it showed off the fullness of her shape. The cut of her dress pulled in at the hips and accentuated her curves. He tried to stay focused on nothing happening, but the way she looked wasn’t helping him focus on anything other than her.

“Do you like my dress?” she asked and then spun around so that the short skirt flared out and gave him a good view of her legs. She had practiced the twirl several times in front of a mirror so that she knew exactly how much she was showing.

He didn’t say anything but inside, he could barely contain himself.

“What? I told my roommates that I was going on a date. I couldn’t tell them that I was studying on a Saturday night. I have a reputation to keep,” she said but she wasn’t telling him the truth. Her roommates weren’t having a party. They were staying home to study, and they knew exactly where she was going and what she was planning to do.

The way Edward was acting however made her question if anything would happen. She expected him to be a bit more casual because he had after all invited her over. She thought that he wouldn’t push her away as much since they were alone in his apartment. No one would see them and get the wrong idea, but he was acting even more distant than before.

They sat at opposite sides of his dining room table instead of sitting side by side like during their lessons. They were separated but that didn’t stop Stacey from teasing him. He just needed a nudge, she thought, and while they were studying, she did just that. She gave him a nudge.

She stretched out and accidentally hit his leg with her foot. Instead of moving it away from him, she slid her foot up his ankle causing Edward to pull his leg back.

“Stacey, what are you doing?”

“Oh, that was your leg? Sorry, I thought it was the table,” she casually replied.

Then later, she asked him for some help. She leaned over the table to watch him as he explained how to solve one of her problems. When Edward looked up, he was met by a view of her cute, dimpled smile and also of her cleavage. The buttons were barely holding her dress together. The combination of her cuteness and sexiness was too much for Edward. He didn’t know what else to do so he just looked away.

After he finished helping her and without a further word, he bent his head back down into the pile of papers in front of him. Again there was nothing from him.

Stacey was beginning to doubt if anything would ever happen between them, but she wasn’t ready to give up. She just needed to get closer to him, she thought and excused herself to the restroom. On her way back, she snuck up behind him and leaned her chest against his back.

“Whatcha doing? Is that your dissertation?” she asked as she stared over his shoulder down at page after page covered in numbers and equations. “Looks so complicated.”

Edward did his best to explain what he was doing, but she didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. She just wanted to be close to him.

“You know those boys in class. The ones that tricked me?”

“Did they ask you to do it again?”

“Yeah, but this time, they asked me if I could touch my elbows behind my back. But because of what you told me last time, I didn’t do it. I just ignored them.”

“I’m glad you’re learning something.”

After a quiet moment, she asked, “It’s impossible, right?”

“What is?”

“Touching your elbows behind your back.”

“Of course, you can’t…”

Before he could stop her, she tried to touch her elbows behind her back causing her breasts to push up against her dress. Edward was still seated and Stacey was standing next to him so that when he turned to look at what she was doing, his eyes landed squarely on her chest. The buttons on her dress strained at the pressure until finally, one of them popped out. Two other buttons opened up as well causing the top of her dress to spread open.

“Oh no,” she said.

She looked down at her opened dress and didn’t try to cover herself up. Edward looked back down at his dissertation, but there was no escape from what just happened. In front of him on the table, there sat a button from her dress. He picked it up and handed it to her.

“Do you have a safety pin?” she asked.

Edward quickly got up and looked around for something to fasten the button back onto her dress. He went into his kitchen, then he raced to the bathroom remembering a safety pin in his first aid kit. During his search, he couldn’t stop thinking about Stacey standing in his apartment with the top of her dress wide open. Dear God, he thought, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

It took him a moment, but he finally found a safety pin and brought it over to her.

“Can you do it for me?” she asked.

“What?”

“I can’t do it,” she said. “Unless I take off my dress…”

“No, I’ll do it,” he quickly replied.

Edward reached out for her dress and tried to pin her button back into place but his hands were trembling. It was awkward because he didn’t want to accidentally stick her with the pin, and she was doing a poor job at keeping herself covered up. Her dress kept opening up giving Edward fresh glimpses of her young, full breasts. He fumbled a few times more and then, the safety pin fell from his hand.

“Stacey, I can’t.”

Without thinking, she grabbed both his hands and pressed them against her breasts. He made a veiled attempt at pulling his hands away from her, but she redoubled her efforts and pressed them squarely against her barely covered chest.

Edward couldn’t believe what was happening. It was too much for him. He pulled away from her and took a step back leaving Stacey standing there with the top of her dress halfway open. She smiled at him but as she watched his reaction, her smile faded.

“Stacey, I can’t do this,” he said. He had failed at his promise to himself that nothing would happen. He felt awful for inviting her over and letting things get this out of control. Again he wrestled with his thoughts, and then when he couldn’t take it anymore, he said, “I think you should leave.”

“What?”

“This isn’t right.”

“You really want me to go?”

No, he thought but stayed quiet.

“Why did you invite me over?”

“I thought you needed a place to study.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

She covered herself up and packed up her things.

“You don’t like me? Not at all?” she asked. Her eyes were welling up with tears, and her pout wasn’t playful this time. It was genuine.

“I’m ten years older than you.”

“So?”

“I’m your teacher.”

“You’re not my teacher. You’re just my tutor.”

“It’s still inappropriate.”

“You’re not attracted to me? You think I’m ugly, don’t you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Is it because I’m not smart enough for you?”

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that again.”

“Then what?”

“I just don’t want any distractions right now,” he said. “Besides it doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“You’re not.”

“If people found out, my career would be over.”

“Nobody’s going to find out. Stop overthinking things!” Stacey yelled out. “That’s probably why you’re all blocked up. Of course, you feel stuck. You’re so busy with the thoughts in your head that you’re missing out on life.”

What she said struck a chord within him.

“Look at me,” she told him. “I’m standing here in front of you just giving myself to you. And all your doing is thinking? Really?”

But still, he was frozen by his thoughts and couldn’t respond.

“I’ve never thrown myself at a guy before. All my life, guys have chased after me. But you were different. You were the first man, I’ve ever chased after,” she said as she turned away from him. The sting of rejection was sharp like a slap across her cheek. It was a feeling she was completely unfamiliar with. “I had no idea that it would feel this bad.”

Though he couldn’t see the tears flowing down her face, he knew she was crying. He felt it in the room, and it made him feel awful. The thought of her had been a pleasant escape from all of his problems, but now all his decisions had led both of them to this horrible moment. He felt so bad, he had to do something.

For the first time in a long time, instead of thinking about things, he acted. He grabbed her and spun her around. His arms wrapped around her body, and he held her tightly against him.

“Stacey, I’m ten years older than you.”

“You think too much.”

“We’re so different. It would never work.”

“You think too much!”

“Stop saying that!”

It was a criticism that he had heard from others. A professor had scolded him for thinking too much about his work and never putting anything down on paper, and when it came to women, he had missed out on other opportunities like this one because he thought too much and never took action. He was sick of hearing it because it was true. He never wanted to hear it again, and there was only one way he knew how to stop her from saying it.

“You think too…” she started to say. Then he kissed her before she could finish what she was saying.

Once they started, there was no holding back. Whatever restraints that held them apart were gone, and they both succumbed to their desires. They clung to each other. Hungry for each other’s affection.

After a moment, they broke apart to catch their breaths and stood in the middle of his apartment with their arms wrapped around each other like they were slow dancing.

Stacey looked up at Edward, and he looked down at her. Tears were still fresh on her face, and he hated seeing her like that. All he wanted to do was to make her feel better. He wanted her to smile again. To be happy. This feeling turned into an urge, then into a desire, and then finally into a need. He needed to do everything that he could to make her happy.

It was then that Edward came to a sudden realization. He finally understood what that unique bond that he was feeling toward Stacey was. It was love.

“I’m sorry for making you cry,” he said as he gently wiped her tears from her face.

“Kiss them,” she said. “Kiss them away.”

He did as he was told and kissed her tears away. With each kiss, Stacey felt lifted from that awful feeling of rejection. In its stead, a wave of happiness surged over her.

After kissing all her tears away, Edward moved down her face to her neck where he ravaged her with more kisses. The breath rushed out of Stacey like she had jumped into ice-cold water. She felt faint from all this sudden affection.

Edward was doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it made Stacey want to reciprocate. She too wanted to do everything that she could do to please him, and like him, she felt this urge turn into desire and then into a need. She needed to please him.

Stacey slid down his body until she was on her knees in front of him.

“Sorry,” she said looking up at him.

“Sorry for what? What are you doing?”

“Sorry for teasing you so much,” she said and started to unbuckle his belt.

“Stacey,” he said as he tried to hold her back. “What are you doing?”

“It’s okay,” she said in a reassuring tone. “It’s okay.”

Edward let go of her, and she pulled his pants down. Standing there exposed like that, he felt vulnerable and embarrassed. He tried to cover himself up but Stacey moved his hands to the side. There was something innocent about Edward, she realized. It was a quality she had never seen in him before this moment.

When she pulled his boxers down, his member sprang out and almost hit her. He was fully erect, and she felt partly to blame. But it would be okay because she knew exactly what to do to make him feel better.

She grabbed him at the base holding him steady as she reached out with her mouth. At first, she moved slowly and tentatively. She tasted him. She kissed him. Then twirled her tongue around the head of his penis causing his body to twitch uncontrollably.

Before she continued, she took a moment to make eye contact with him. When their eyes met, she told him with a look that she was feeling the same way he was. She wanted to make him feel good like he had made her feel. The look made Edward lower his defenses even further and just as he relaxed, Stacey kissed his shaft like he had kissed her neck. She ravaged him.

For Edward, the sensation was too intense causing him to pull away from her, but Stacey was relentless about pleasing him. She stopped him by placing her hands on the cheeks of his exposed rear and pulling him back into her mouth. The more he flinched or tried to pull away, the tighter she gripped his rear and the deeper she swallowed him into her mouth.

She wouldn’t let him go because it turned her on having this much control over him. Someone who had initially intimidated her. Someone who had been so elusive and challenging. She sucked on him with all of her passion.

Edward was an intelligent man. He lived his life guided by logic and reason. But the way she was giving him head made him start to buck back and forth like a wild animal. The sensation of her mouth. The feeling of her tongue. The way she was so determined to please him overwhelmed his senses. It didn’t take him long before he was about to cum.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned out.

She stopped sucking on him and pumped him with her hand. Aiming his cock at her breasts, she said with urgency, “Cum on my tits.”

What she said surprised him, but it didn’t slow him down. He looked at those beautiful, full, perky breasts and stared at them for the first time. They were the target of his desire. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer and finally, let himself go.

Stacey squealed out in delight as stream after stream of cum shot out of him landing on her chest.

“Look at what you did to me,” she said with an exaggerated pout. Then she smeared his cum over her breasts. She stopped at her nipples and played with them while giving him a sultry look. “You got me all dirty, Professor.”

“Sorry,” he said as he rushed over to his bathroom and got a wet towel. He came back to her and gently cleaned her up. She enjoyed the way he was being so attentive to her and arched her back pushing her breasts out toward him. There was no need for Edward to hold himself back any longer, and he fondled her breasts as he cleaned her. They felt so soft and full. As good as he imagined. They felt so good that his desire for her quickly returned.

“Can we go lie down?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said.

He took her hand and lead her to his bedroom. They both took off the rest of their clothes and then lay in bed together. Edward was on his back and Stacey was curled up against him. Her legs were wrapped around his.

While Edward was calm and in a blissful state, Stacey was a bundle of energy. She squirmed against him and was in need of a little attention.

“Professor?” she asked.

“Yes, Stacey?”

“Can you play with me?”

Stacey leaned up against his side, half on him and half on the bed. He adjusted his position as well so that he could reach between her legs. Once his fingers were close enough, he touched her tenderly. Closing his eyes to better concentrate, he focused on her. He felt her warm body. Her wet lips. He listened to her short and shallow breaths and the low moans that emanated from her.

As he explored her further, he experimented with different motions in different areas. He changed the speed and rhythm of his fingers all the while paying close attention to her reactions. As he moved closer and closer to her clit, she inhaled deeply and gripped him tightly. Then she let out a soft sigh.

“Can you talk to me while you play with me?” Stacey asked.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything,” she said and paused a moment to think. “What did you think about me, the first time you saw me?”

“I thought you were really sweet,” he said as he continued to play with her.

“Just sweet?” she asked.

“Innocent too and pretty.”

“Were you attracted to me?”

“Yes.”

“From the first time you saw me?”

“From the first time I saw you.”

Then he thought about her more. He had to admit that he was taken back by what she had just done to him. How she had taken control of him. What she had said just as he was about to cum. Then the image of Stacey playing with her nipples and the sultry look she gave him made him question the way he had been thinking about her.

All this time, he thought she was innocent, but he was beginning to realize that he had underestimated her. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he thought she was. Maybe she had been acting. Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He couldn’t hold his thoughts back and had to find out.

“Hey, Stacey?”

“Yeaaaah?” she asked and half-moaned out her response because right as she had started talking, he touched her in such a way that caused her to react halfway through what she was saying.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” she said breathing out her words. “Anythiiiing.”

“Were you pretending to be innocent?”

“What? What do you meaaaaan?”

“The first time I met you, I thought you were really innocent but now, I think that you might have been pretending,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re taaaaalking about,” she half-moaned out again.

“All those times, you accidentally pushed up against me. I thought you didn’t know what you were doing,” he said. His voice was a low rumble and Stacey pressed her ear against his chest and felt his voice throughout her entire body. “But you knew exactly what you were doing, right?”

“I don’t know what you’re taaalking aboooooout.”

“Like that whole story about the guys asking you to touch your elbows together?” he asked. “Admit it, that was an act. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.”

“I honestly don’t know whaaaat you’re talking abouuuuut.”

“You were acting innocent,” he said. “You were acting innocent just to tease me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” she said with a sly smile. Her hair was a mess. It was all over the place. Her cheeks were blushed bright red. Her breathing was deep and full. “But you’ll never knoooooow.”

He moved his fingers across her faster and faster causing her to squeal out. Then when he pushed a finger inside her, she let out a soft, satisfying grunt.

“Admit it, you were playing with me.”

He wiggled his finger inside her causing pressure to build up inside her so much so that she could hardly talk anymore. All she could manage were little grunts and soft moans.

“You pretended to be sweet and innocent so you could take advantage of me.”

Again, she couldn’t answer.

“I wasn’t taking advantage of you because you were taking advantage of me.”

She could only respond in more moans that were growing in volume and intensity.

“Admit it,” he said in a low drawn-out voice. Stacey felt his voice inside her and just like the time she had played with herself while listening to one of his voicemails, his voice intensified her feelings.

“Admit what?” she finally breathed out.

“That you were teasing me this whole time. You were trying to seduce me. Admit it.”

Then he decided to pay her back for teasing him by fingering her with more intensity. The pressure built up inside her until she could take it no longer. Her moans grew louder. She held nothing back and cried out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her body tensed and goosebumps covered her. She grabbed hold of Edward and squeezed herself against him.

“Don’t touch me,” she cried out as her body twitched, but he couldn’t help himself. All of a sudden, he felt this mischievous side in him appear from out of nowhere. It was his time to tease her, and he ran his fingers up and down the side of her body and when he reached her breast, he rubbed them and then pinched her nipples causing her whole body to shake. She screamed out and tried to squirm away from him, but he pulled her back in with a deep kiss.

“Professor!” she said playfully slapping his arm.

After she caught her breath, she slid down his body and hovered above him with her breasts hanging right above his crotch. She lowered them so that they barely glanced against him, and then she shook her breasts from side to side.

The sight of her breasts swinging back and forth lightly grazing him made her giggle. Edward was feeling playful as well. He tickled her causing her giggles to turn into laughter. She tickled him back, and they both squirmed around each other laughing all the while.

Then she gave him a hug. His penis was sandwiched between her breasts. It was cocooned in softness. As she moved her body up and down, he started to grow hard again. He felt so content that he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Oh, by the way, you’re totally right,” she said.

“Right about what?”

“I was pretending to be more innocent than I was.”

“I knew it!”

“And yeah, I totally took advantage of you. I totally seduced you.”

She got up onto her knees and straddled him.

“And I don’t regret a single thing.”

“You don’t?”

“No, because it got us here.”

“Yeah? And where are we?”

“We’re just getting started,” she said as she guided him inside her.

“Wait,” he said.

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she said tilting her head to the side and giving him that adorable smile of hers. “You can cum inside me.”

When she sat down on top of him, she let out a grunt. Her body pressed down against his causing him to go as deep inside her as he could go. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. Both of them were shocked by how good it felt.

Then like she did before, Stacey took control. She made little circles with her hips grinding herself against him. After a moment, she rocked herself back and forth flicking her hip forward and then backward like a pendulum. Then while keeping him inside her, she shifted her position so she was squatting over him with her feet planted on either side of his body. She raised herself up on his shaft and then sat back down. She did this over and over again. Slowly at first but then as she found her rhythm, she bounced on top of him at an ever-increasing rate.

Stacey felt this rush of sensations race through her. It felt so good to have him inside her that it didn’t take her long to feel that pressure build up again. That feeling filled her until she could contain it no longer, and she started coming again.

“I’m coming,” she cried out. “I’m coming!”

Her body pounded down against his several more times until she slowed to a sudden stop as her body shuddered. Stacey collapsed on top of him with her head against his shoulder. She lifted her face so her mouth was against his ear.

“Professor?” she whispered.

“Yeah, Stacey?”

“I’m tired,” she said and paused. “Can you fuck me, please?”

Her voice. The way it sounded. The combination of her sweetness mixed with her sexiness took him over the edge. He picked her up from off of him and threw her down onto her back. Stacey let out a surprised squeal as he got on top of her. He guided himself in her and pushed himself as deep inside her as he could causing her to let out a satisfying groan. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and tightly held on.

Edward’s mind raced with all the flirtatious moments, all the teasing that he had endured. From the first time when her fingers accidentally grazed his hand. To the time she fell into his arms and pressed her chest against his. He thought about the feeling of her breast against his arm. Her leg bumping up against his. He thought about all the times he wanted her. He thought about all of the pent-up desire he had harbored for her. With each stroke in and out of Stacey, Edward felt all that accumulated frustration leave him replaced with a building sense of satisfaction.