After Class (7 page)

11

James bursts through the door of Taylor’s dormitory. Unannounced, Taylor was not expecting him at all, and lies in bed clad only by the bed sheet. He slips into bed with her, neither of them saying a word, allowing their bodies to do all of the talking.

He slips out of his clothing, carefully shedding each layer piece by piece, allowing Taylor to take in the sights. She watches his muscles flex as he takes off his shirt, his tanned skin glistens in the moonlight and she can see his sculpted six pack clear across the room. He stands before her only in his underwear, his massive cock barely concealed by his tight black boxers.

He grabs at the blankets and slips in them with Taylor, her warm flesh greeting him. He lies on top of Taylor and presses his naked body down on hers as hard as he can. He traces his strong hands over the mounds of her breasts, down the sides of her torso, along the lines of her stomach and finally between her legs. Taylor moans as his fingers hit her flesh. She is dripping and she can’t contain it. He enters her with one finger and then two. “That feels so good,” Taylor whispers to him.

James continues moving his fingers inside of her. He moves them to simulate sex, and then he changes it up and flicks her hot spot. With each thrust, Taylor is driven more and more wild. He kisses her deeply and bites and sucks on her bottom lip. His tongue massages Taylor’s and the passion between the two of them is insurmountable. He pulls away and begins tonguing at her ear. Between his fingers deep inside of her and the tonguing of the ear, Taylor doesn’t know if she can handle much more. “I want to taste you,” James whispers to her softly.

The words drive Taylor even wilder. Her body responds by becoming more and more wet. James smiles at her and starts kissing her body all the way down. He takes her breasts in his mouth and massages them deep. His tongue flicks against her hard nipples and she moans in delight. He traces his tongue all the way down her stomach and as he comes up on her spot, he avoids it and traces his tongue on her thighs. “Can I taste you?” James asks, inches away from her.

“Yes, please,” Taylor, replies, practically begging for it.

James licks her deeply, allowing his tongue to hit her from just above her anus all the way to her clitoris. He spreads her legs as wide as they can go and continues the motion a few times. Even though she is dripping, James wants her wetter. He wants to be covered in her juices and swallow every last drop. With each flick and movement of his tongue, Taylor’s body quakes and shakes. She pulls and tugs at the sheets, looking for something, anything to paw on.

James takes her clitoris in his mouth and sucks on it. He then reenters her body with two fingers and stimulates her spot while gently licking her clitoris. Taylor digs her head further into the pillow and bites it all the while letting out soft moans. He picks up the pace. He moves his fingers inside of her in circles, filling her up in every direction. He stimulates her clitoris as fast as he can. He repeats this a few times and that is all it takes. Taylor feels the tension building in her body. She can feel the need for release and she craves it. Not more than a few seconds pass and Taylor lets go. She can feel the juices leaving her body and she can feel everything happening at once. She can feel James’ tongue licking up everything and drinking it in. After Taylor is able to catch her breath, James meets her lips again with his. Taylor can taste her warm juices on his lips. It turns her on. She can feel his rock hard member growing between her legs as the passionate kisses deepen. He is able to slide inside of her with ease, already bursting out of his underwear. He playfully enters her with just the tip of his penis and Taylor reacts by letting out a loud moan. In one swift movement, James thrusts as hard as she can and enters her completely. The sensation of the clitoral orgasm causes her spot to become very sensitive. With every thrust of his hard member, Taylor feels closer and closer to another orgasm. Her entire body tingles.

All of a sudden, the door flies open and there, in the doorway, stands Chad. James moves off of Taylor quickly and stands before Chad.

“Listen, I am so sorry. I…”

Chad walks towards him, silent. Taylor has no idea what he is going to do. All she can do is scream loudly and hold up the covers to shield herself.

She then feels her body shaking. She feels someone holding onto her and shaking her. “Taylor. Taylor. Wake up,” the voice says. Her body continues to shake. Taylor suddenly springs up from her bed and sees Nicole. She realizes it was all a dream. “You were having a nightmare,” Nicole says. “Are you okay?”

Taylor catches her breath and swallows hard, her throat feeling raw from screaming. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“What were you dreaming about?” Nicole asks, her arm around Taylor to offer her some comfort.

Embarrassed, ashamed, aroused and feeling all sorts of other mixed emotions, Taylor searches for some sort of a lie. “I was going to be shot,” she says. “But I don’t know by who.” She wants to tell Nicole the whole dream but she feels too guilty.

“Jesus! Well, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I think.”

“Well, you go back to sleep okay? I’ll be here if you need me.” Nicole lies Taylor down on the bed, tucks her in and kisses her on the forehead. “Night Tay”. She walks over to her bed and gets nestled back under the covers.

“Goodnight,” Taylor says as she turns over to her other side, blocking out Nicole. Her mind is still racing with the thoughts of her dream. Her heart finally returns to a normal pace and Taylor tries to get comfortable. She places one hand underneath her pillow and the other between her legs. When she does so, she notices how moist she is down there. The thoughts and fantasies of having sex with James have really taken its toll on her body and in more ways than one.

12

Ring! Ring! Ring! Taylor’s cell phone buzzes on the desk beside her. She pulls herself from her pillow and grabs it. “Hello?” she answers, in her groggy morning voice.

“Good morning sunshine,” Chad says on the other line.

“Hey, how are you?” Taylor asks as she finishes her yawn. She props herself upright on the bed and rubs her eyes to ride the morning haze that comes over them.

“Were you sleeping? Don’t you have class in 10 minutes?”

Taylor’s eyes look towards the clock. Chad is right. It’s 8:50 and class starts in 10 minutes. She is going to be late. “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll call you later,” Taylor says as she slams her phone shut, not even waiting for a response. She slips into the closest nearby outfit, grabs her things and heads for the door. She runs through the hallway, flies down the doors and bursts through the front entrance. She sprints across the quad as fast as her legs can move. Just as the professor is about to slam the door shut to commence class, Taylor turns the corner down the hallway. “Wait!” she yells. “Wait for me!”

The professor turns her head and waits for Taylor. “I was wondering where you were. Get in.”

Taylor slides into the classroom and the professor shuts the door. She begins the lesson with her class and Taylor sits down to settle her nerves. She calms her breathing and is able to focus slightly. As class passes, the morning jolt of energy she had is slowly fading. She feels awful and exhausted. However, she knows that she not only has a full day of classes to attend but also a full night of studying that she has to get through. As the clock hits 11:00 am, class comes to an end and the professor reminds the class of their upcoming final exam. A lump grows in Taylor’s stomach as she nearly forgot about it. As the day rolls on and more classes pass, the same realizations come to Taylor; exam week is approaching hard and fast. She needs to get a grip on reality if she expects to pass, especially with that perfect 4.0.

The day comes to an end and Taylor heads back to her dorm. The first thing she does is have that morning shower, which is now nearly 8 hours overdue. Afterwards, she fixes herself a small meal and sits down to start studying. An hour into her studies, her phone rings. It’s Chad. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t call you back,” Taylor says as soon as she opens the phone.

“What happened this morning?” Chad asks on the other line. It’s obvious through the tone in his voice that he is very concerned. “Are you okay?”

Taylor feels as though Chad is interrogating her and she loses her cool. “I’ve told you before, I’m just stressed with school. I don’t need you to belittle me.”

“Whoa, I was just asking you a question,” Chad snaps back into the other line. “I just love you and care about you. I don’t want to see you upset or in over your head.”

Taylor instantly feels guilt and sorrow come over her. She feels bad for not only snapping at Chad but for having the dream about James. Even though she says nothing about it to him, the tone in her voice reveals it all. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. There’s just a lot going on right now and I feel like I’m losing control. I don’t mean to take it out on you.” She begins to sob. The stress in her body flows from the tears in her eyes and the sobs in her throat. “I’m sorry.”

Sensing that she is genuinely upset, Chad can’t help but feel bad for her. “It’s okay. Really. It’s fine. I’m sorry you feel this way. I wish there was something I could do, but I promise to try and make it better for you when I come and see you next week.”

Taylor stops crying as soon as she comprehends the words Chad says. She completely forgot that he was planning on visiting her. Even more stress piles itself on her shoulders as she realized just how difficult it is to balance school, a long distance relationship and unadulterated desire for a certain male professor.

After no rely from Taylor, Chad becomes concerned again. “Next week is a good time, right? You still want me to come see you? Does Nicole not want me to come?”

“What’s going on with you and Nicole?” Taylor asks.

“Nothing, why?” Chad says back to her. “Did she say something?”

Taylor shakes her head and sighs. “No, she didn’t and next week is fine for you to come. I’ll shuffle a few things around and we’ll be okay.”

 “Good. I’m excited to see you,” Chad says as the smile can be heard in his voice. “I’ll let you get back to it. I love you and I’ll call you soon.”

“I love you too,” Taylor says into the phone. “Talk soon.” She hangs up and as she does so, she can feel the weight of everything crashing down on her. Even though she has so much on her mind and on her plate, there is really only one thing that she is focusing on and that is James. Each time she thinks about him, it feels like every worry she has in the world is immediately erased. There is something about James that is reassuring to her and that calms her nerves. Maybe it is because she is so strangely attracted to him that he distracts her from everything else or maybe it is something more than that.

As Taylor sits by her desk in her dark dorm room in her lonesome, she starts to think about James more and more. She tries to fight the thoughts of him and continues reading through her study notes. However, it is no use. Every line of text she tries to read and memorize is instantly interrupted by an overpowering thought of him. The dream she had last night nearly sent her over the edge. The way that he made her feel in that dream was unlike anything she has experienced in reality before. The way he kissed her and touched her felt better than any man who has touched her in the past, even though it was all a dream.

The more she thinks about him and tries not to think about him, the more turned on she becomes. Taylor shuts off the desk lamp and lies back in her chair. She lets her hands flow over her body and imagines them being the hands of James. She pictures him kneeling before her, grazing her breasts under her clothing. She imagines him sliding his hands all the way down between her legs and fingering her. She touches herself to try to make the feeling come to life. She becomes more forceful with herself, just like she imagines James would do to her. Taylor really gets into it. She slides another finger inside of her and imagines them to be James’. She pictures him going down on her just like he did in the dream and the more she does this, the more turned on she becomes. She grabs at her breasts with her free hand and the hand between her legs becomes more vigorous and more forceful.

 Just as Taylor is near the brink of orgasm, the door to their dorm room flies open and the light comes on. Nicole and Tim stand in the doorway, catching Taylor in the act. Taylor composes herself, adjusts her clothing, turns around quickly to face her desk and turns on her lamp. “Hey,” Taylor says to them with her back turned.

Tim stands stunned and so does Nicole, but she is able to put together a sentence in her shocked state. “Hey, what are you up to?” Nicole shakes her head at the question as soon as the words escape her lips, knowing that it was an inappropriate one to ask.

Embarrassed beyond belief, Taylor grabs some of her study materials together. “I was just studying but if you two want to hang out here then I can go to the library.” She doesn’t turn around once to make eye contact with them.

“No, that’s fine,” says Nicole. “I just came back to get a change of clothes. I’m going to spend the night at Tim’s. You can stay here.” She rustles through her closet, gathers a few things and stuffs them into a pack. “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

Taylor shakes her head yes. “See you then.”

As soon as Nicole and Tim leave, Taylor folds her arms on her desk and buries her face in her arms. The embarrassment slowly starts to leave her body when her cell phone signals a text message. Taylor knows whom it is from before she even looks at it. She opens up the phone and reads the message.

“OMG! I THINK YOU GAVE TIM A PERMA BONER.”

Taylor bursts out laughing. Even though she is embarrassed, she knows Nicole finds humor in the situation. She replies back.

“I’M SO EMBARRASSED. FML.”

Nicole replies back in seconds of receiving the message.

“DON’T BE. IT WAS HOT. ;-) SEE U TMW. NIGHT.”

Taylor laughs and shuts her phone. She places it on the desk beside her. After calming herself down from the interruption, she focuses on her books and studies for the remainder of the night. She crawls into bed a few hours later and hopes to finally get some rest. She knows the faster she can fall asleep, the faster she will see James tomorrow and that is something that she is definitely looking forward to; more than she should admit.