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I paused, staring at myself in the mirror. I shouldn’t be doing this. I had been warned against exactly this by Professor Spaulding. I didn’t want to endanger Jackson’s job, or his reputation.
“We won’t get caught,” I whispered.
I tugged a black sundress on over my head, grabbed my room key, and tip-toed out into the hallway, not even bothering with shoes.
I practically ran up one of the staircases on cat feet, peering cautiously around the corner before entering the hallway. The coast was clear.
I hurried down the hall. The floor was a slick marble, and my bare feet made almost inaudible slapping sounds against it.
21A. I stood before the door, took a deep breath, and smiled. Before I could knock, it opened; Jackson was standing there, grinning at me. He held a hand out to me. I took it, and he tugged me inside the room.
We were kissing again before the door was even shut. Jackson pushed it closed with one hand while the other was moving across my back and down toward my butt. I backed him up against a wall, grinding against him a little as my lips undulated against his.
Jackson was breathing heavily, his fingers stroking my skin through my dress. I pressed myself against him, intoxicated by his nearness. The freedom I had to touch him, to intertwine my body with his made me drunk with desire. My body was throbbing with pulses of longing.
I reached my hands down and tugged my dress up and over my head. I heard Jackson suck in his breath and felt him exhale, warm on my neck. He began to kiss my shoulders and run his fingertips up and down my sides, stroking and caressing me.
I began to lift up his t-shirt, kissing him as I went. His chest underneath was tan and muscular. He lifted his arms, and I pulled the t-shirt off his body. He led me over to the bed. I lay down on it, feeling naked already. He gazed at my body the way my breasts were heaving with anticipation. My skin prickled with a rush of adrenaline.
He stood by the side of the bed and removed his pants, and then his boxers. My eyes widened. Oh, my God, it was huge. I was sure something like that wouldn’t fit inside of me.
He climbed onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of my body. He kissed my mouth, his lips open. He began to kiss his way down my neck, then my chest. He pulled down the cups of my bra and began to suck my nipples. Fire shot through me. I could feel my vagina dampening my panties. I was so wet, already open to his touch. It wasn’t just that I was being touched in such an exquisitely skillful way. It was that I was being touched by him. His coveted lips were on my breasts.
I knew I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t cry out. No one could know we were here, doing this. I clutched the sheets with my fist and bit my lip. I gasped, arching my head back as he bit my nipples gently, licked my breasts, and sucked. He slipped his hand underneath my back and unhooked my bra. He pulled it off gently, reverently. He kept making love to my breasts, and then he started to kiss and lick his way down my stomach.
My heart was pounding. I sucked in a breath as he pulled off my panties, exposing me completely. The flesh of my vagina prickled, but I could barely feel it my interior was red-hot with arousal.
He spread my legs apart with his hands and slipped his fingers inside my opening. Only a little at first, and then he began to probe deeper and deeper, pressing his fingers against the sides. His torso was directly over mine, his hand reaching down into me while he kissed my mouth. I inhaled on a trembling gasp. He could feel how wet I was; he knew I was ready.
Slowly, as if he knew I was a virgin, he began to rub his tip against my opening, parting the folds of my labia. He kissed my mouth gently with feathery touches as he did so, his fingers intertwined with mine. And then he began to push himself inside me, little by little. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth through the pain as my opening stretched to receive him.
Jackson was panting and gasping, his chest heaving. His penis was all the way inside of me, and I felt his hips begin to move. I closed my eyes, all pain erased by an overwhelming tremor of desire.
He began to pound me. Very slowly and gently at first, and then more and more quickly as I whispered, “yes,” and “harder.” His penis felt as hard as a rod of iron. We were both gasping, panting heavily, as we tried not to moan or cry out.
I orgasmed, neon fireworks going off in every part of my body. I ached backwards, a shock of exquisite heat rippling through me. And then he came. I felt a tremor go through him, and he let out a gasp that was different from the others like a gulp of fresh air taken in by someone who had been suffocating.
We lay there, panting in each other’s arms. He held me tightly.
I was sure
I was the happiest man in the world.
The next morning, after Ellie had crept out of my room, I went for a run along the beach. My body my whole being felt more awake and alive than it had in years.
After taking a shower and getting dressed in a light green shirt and slacks, I went down to breakfast. I was desperate to see Ellie. I knew we needed to be vigilant to not give away what had happened last night, but I wanted to be near her. I could content myself with just being close enough to hear her laugh, or being across from her at a table.
I spotted her, sitting with a group of her friends next to a window. They’d already piled their plates with breakfast food. A couple of the guys saw me and waved, big grins on their faces. The girls smiled too.
All the girls except Ellie.
“Hey, Professor Steele!” called out one of the boys, Tony. “Come sit with us.”
Ellie still didn’t look up. She looked down at her food, her face pale. She pushed at a pastry with her fork.
My stomach twisted. What was wrong? Was she regretting last night? She had seemed as perfectly happy as I was this morning.
“I will,” I said, returning Tony’s smile as best I could, “just as soon as I’ve grabbed some food.”
As I walked through the buffet, choosing eggs, toast, yogurt, and sausages, I wrestled with myself. I shouldn’t sit with them if Ellie was upset. I didn’t want to be there if she didn’t want me to be. But I had already said I would. I was dying to know what was troubling her. Maybe she was just worried about what her face might reveal if she looked at me. Maybe nothing was wrong after all, and I was just misreading her reaction.
I sat down at the end of the table, next to Tony. They were all engaged animatedly in a conversation about video games everyone except Ellie. I stole a glance at her.
She was definitely upset. I could sense that her energy had dropped. It was somewhere below her, underground, too heavy to be in the light of day.
What had happened? Did I do something wrong? Did she regret what we’d done?
I swallowed. I forced myself to eat, but everything tasted like sandpaper.
Ellie and Annie were two of the first people to get up from breakfast. I stayed at the table, doing my best to listen to the conversation the students were having around me.
“You okay, Professor?” a boy named Henry asked, clapping me on the shoulder as he stood up.
I looked up from my food. I was almost done. I’d had to force myself through every bite.
Disappointed that I hadn’t properly concealed my distress, I smiled up at him convincingly. “I’m just tired,” I said.
“Aw, that’s right, I forgot you were an old man,” Henry teased.
My stomach twisted.
Me too.
Everyone planned on going down to the beach today. Since this was a resort for tourists, the general consensus was that modesty something that we’d practiced throughout the trip to respect the Muslim culture wasn’t required here. The young people were eager to flaunt their bodies and revel in their hormones.
I felt like I needed to hide mine under a rock.
I decided to go, however. I was supposed to be a chaperone. Even though we were, in theory, all safely tucked inside a resort, the students needed to be kept an eye on. They might wander off to do something they shouldn’t.
Such as have sex with their professor.