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"An attractive girl like you doesn't
have a boyfriend yet?" Justin asked now.

"I haven't been looking for a
boyfriend," I said, emphasizing the word
boy
. I gazed steadily into
his eyes so that he could not mistake my meaning.

"I see," he said. "And just
what are you looking for?" He had taken on a lazy drawl that I wanted to
eat with a spoon. I watched his face for cues to his mood, until I realized
that if I didn't look away, I'd start drooling. I didn't want to be forward
enough to just baldly state that I found him desirable, so I lowered my eyes
and didn't answer his question. After a few seconds, I looked up again, to find
him staring avidly at my face.

"You're a very attractive girl, but
very young," he said. I got the feeling he was fighting with himself,
concerned about the difference in our ages. Maybe I was wrong though, because
next he asked if he could take me to dinner that night.

"I'd like that," I said

"Where shall I pick you up?"

I thought quickly. It would be just my luck
for Rihanna to see me getting into his car if I had him pick me up at the dorm.

"How about here?" A look I didn't
understand passed across his face.

"Sure. About 7 o'clock?"

"7 o'clock is fine," I said.
"How shall I dress?"

His beautiful, sexy smile stole slowly
across his face. "I'll take you somewhere nice," he said.

At 6:45, having evaded Rihanna’s return to
the dorm, I stood in my sexy bar scene clothes shivering outside the student
union building. Normally, I would've been wearing jeans and sensible shoes
along with my warm winter coat in the unreliable November weather. Instead, I
was bare-legged in a short skirt and ultrahigh heels and no coat, because my
warm one would not have looked good with my outfit. Vanity was going to get me
a case of pneumonia, I feared.

Fortunately, Justin was early too. He left
his car running at the curb, got out and strode swiftly to me, wrapping a warm
arm around my bare shoulders.

"You look amazing," he said.
"But what were you thinking, not wearing a coat?"

There was simply no other answer, so I just
said, "Vanity."

By then he was tucking me into the
passenger seat of the car and he took time to throw his head back and laugh
loudly. He was still laughing when he got into the driver's side and put the
car in gear. I didn't pay much attention as we drove off campus and down
Foothill Drive, until Justin entered the freeway traveling west. Familiar with
this route because it led eventually to Wyoming and the ranch, I nevertheless
wondered aloud where we were going.

"Since it's a special occasion,"
Justin answered, "I thought I would take you to Park City." I knew
that Parley's Canyon between Salt Lake City and Park City could be treacherous
during the winter months, but the weather was clear tonight. I began to
anticipate an adventure.

Justin took me to an Italian restaurant
called Grappa, where I almost panicked because I had never eaten Italian
before, except what Janet sometimes prepared at the ranch, spaghetti and
meatballs. I didn't need to worry, though, as Justin took charge of ordering
without consulting me. I loved everything, from the flatbread appetizer to the
seared red snapper entrée and especially the tiramisu dessert that we shared.
Justin also took charge of ordering the wines, and was only momentarily put off
guard when the server asked for my ID. I calmly produced the fake one, as
Justin smothered a snort in his napkin.

"God bless you sir," the server
said. I waited until he left before giggling into my napkin.

"You're quite a little bundle of
surprises," Justin said, smiling.

"Blame my roommate," I said.
"She insisted I get this the first day I was on campus."

"You must tell her thank you from
me," Justin said. At the time, I didn't know what he meant, but I was soon
to find out.

After our lovely dinner, Justin again put
his arm around me for warmth as we went back to his car.

"What shall we do now?" he said,
with an intent look into my eyes.

"What did you have in mind?" I
countered. I was a little tipsy, I realized, but not shitfaced. What I hoped
for was unclear in my mind, but it involved kissing Justin, whose masculine
scent overwhelmed me in the warm car. I leaned over the console to rest my face
against his arm as he drove, and promptly went to sleep.

~~~

When I awoke, we were pulling into a
driveway in front of a house of charming architectural design, made of stone
and artistically lit on the outside.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"I thought I'd better sober you up a
bit before taking you back to your dorm," Justin said.

"Oh, thank you. I'm not
shitfaced," I added, puzzled a little at his sharp bark of laughter.
"You can't take me to the dorm, my roommate might see you."

Justin's quizzical look further puzzled me.
Maybe I was drunker than I thought.

"Are you ashamed of me, Janey?"
asked Justin.

"No, but she said it was unethical to
sleep with a professor."
Oh, shit
. Now I'd done it. I had said
'sleep with a professor' right out loud and he had to know I meant him.

"Why would she say something like
that?" asked Justin, being deliberately obtuse, I thought. I mumbled
something in reply, and he stepped close to me.

Justin used a gentle forefinger to tilt my
chin up so that we were looking into each other's eyes, and bent his head to kiss
me. The gentle kiss was almost chaste, but it only served to make me want more.
I didn't blame the wine. Hadn't I been visualizing a moment like this since I
first laid eyes on the dreamy Professor Mackey? I closed my eyes and swayed
toward him, his arms encircling me as he pressed his lips firmly against mine.
After an eternity of drinking in Justin's intoxicating lips, I stumbled a
little as he broke the kiss off. It was only to lead me to the nearest sofa,
where he seated me gently, guiding me so that I wouldn't tumble into the sofa
like a rag doll.

Before he joined me there, Justin knelt and
removed my shoes. I stared dreamily at the top of his head, reaching
involuntarily to thrust my fingers into his soft, wavy hair. When he sat next
to me and pulled me into his arms again, I was near to swooning with desire. It
was a heady feeling that eclipsed my earlier, girlish stirrings whenever I was
in his presence.

A shiver washed through me as his hand
cupped my cheek, and then swept back through my hair to capture my head and
pull me even closer for his kisses. His breath tasted like the dessert wine
we'd had at the restaurant; rich, fruity and sweet. When his tongue pushed
against my lips to invade my mouth, I instinctively opened to him, though no
one had kissed me in such a way before.

When he drew back, I almost cried out in
pain at the loss of his lips and the agile tongue that teased me to a state of
euphoria. He only wanted to look at me though, before lightly kissing me again
on the forehead.

"I can't figure you out, Janey,"
he said. "You're a brilliant student, far beyond your peers in my class. You
seem so young and naïve in some ways, but at the same time, whenever I'm around
you, I get the feeling that you're deeply sensual. Tonight you seem ripe with
desire."

There was nothing to say to that; he had
described me perfectly, but I couldn't explain. What would he do, what would he
think of me, if he knew of my background? At that moment, I wasn't thinking far
enough ahead to consider that, if this became a long-term relationship, my lie
by omission about my daughter would be a huge problem. Since I couldn't answer
him, I stayed silent, but leaned in for more kisses.

Apparently accepting my decision not to
discuss my naïveté or my sensual nature, Justin stopped talking, and resumed
kissing me passionately. I don't know how long we just kissed. Eventually, I
realized that I was laying back against the cushions, with Justin's body
half-covering mine. I could feel his erection through our clothes, the hard
length pushing into my groin, which was pulsing to the beat of my heart.

I knew exactly what that firm protrusion
was. However, I had never experienced pleasure from the act of intercourse. In
my aroused and impaired state, all I could think of was that it was my turn at
last. Watching Russ and Charity, and later Annalee and Cody, go about their
normal business every day, it was easy to see when either couple was
anticipating lovemaking that night. Furthermore, it was easy to see that both Charity
and Annalee found it very pleasant to say the least. Now I thought that if
these delicious feelings of excitement washing through me accompanied sex, I
would like to have it as often as possible.

Justin's hand had strayed from the back of
my head as he pressed into me, and was now brushing lightly over my breast and
down my torso. As he passed my breast with his light touch, my nipples sprang
to attention, causing a sweet ache that I remembered as the need to nurse
Gracie. That couldn't be it though, since I had weaned her more than six months
before.

All logical thought ceased as Justin's hand
cupped my backside and pulled me into his aroused groin. I gasped as his
erection dug into my pelvic area. Suddenly, I could think of nothing but
feeling his skin against my skin. That wouldn't happen unless we shed our
clothing. That thought was in my mind as I began to fumble at his shirt
buttons. Justin groaned and captured my hand.

"Janey, I have to ask this. Is it
possible that you're a virgin?"

"Why?" I gasped. I was breathless
and shocked by the question. What had I done to make him believe that or even
question it?

"What I said before," he said.
"Sometimes you seem so naïve, and it's clear you're inexperienced."

I was devastated. If he thought I was a
virgin, would it mean we wouldn't do this? If I told him I wasn't, but that I
was in fact inexperienced, would he be disappointed? Was he disappointed
already because I wasn't doing something right? I was paralyzed with
indecision.

"No," I answered, having paused
long enough that I expected him to question me further. But, he simply sighed
and began to nuzzle my neck.

"Carry on," he murmured, taking
my hand and placing it back on his buttons. I wasted no time in undoing each
one and pushing my hand inside his shirt, finding an undershirt, to my
disappointment. I had to tug at the undershirt before I could run my hands
across his warm, taut abs. My fingertips danced over his smooth skin, eliciting
a hum of appreciation from Justin. They burned, my fingers, with the
electricity drawn from the tension in the air as I waited for Justin to touch
my skin as well.

Justin paused shortly to shrug out of his
shirt and peel the undershirt over his head. The sight of his smooth chest
inflamed me more and I began kissing it, even being so bold as to flick my
tongue over his nipples. That pulled a groan from him, and he started fumbling
with my clothes. I wanted nothing more than to press my bare breasts against
him, so I struggled out of his arms long enough to remove my top and reach
behind me to undo the bra. Justin brushed my hands aside, expertly unhooking
the bra, which I allowed to drop away from my breasts.

Freed from my clothing above the waist, I
moved back into his arms, wanting to merge our bodies as I'd thought of before.
Justin had other ideas, though. Holding me by the upper arms, he moved me far
enough away that he could gaze at the parts of me that I had bared to him. His
eyes on my breasts burned my skin, puckering my nipples. Another moan escaped
him as he lowered his head to them, and began to suckle one, sending a thrill
to me below. Electricity danced along the backs of my arms, down my legs, and
back up to tease my core. Time stopped as I reveled in the sweet pleasure his
lips on my nipple gave me. I didn't realize I was writhing with pleasure, until
his hand gripped my hip.

"You like that," he stated. I had
no time to respond, as he turned his attention to my other breast and continued
his thrilling assault. After a few moments though, he stopped.

"Don't you want to touch me?" he
said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Justin stared at me in confusion, and then
simply unzipped his pants and freed his erection.

"Touch me," he demanded. Oh,
that's
what he meant.

Tentatively, I reached to obey his command,
lightly brushing with my fingertips. The sight of it was fascinating; standing
proudly, the top a shiny mauve color, a bead of moisture at the tip. The rest
of it was a paler color, but with prominent blue veins tracing all over it.

"Squeeze," Justin said. I grasped
the shaft with my whole hand and squeezed as requested, feeling with surprise a
responding clench of my internal muscles as it leapt in my hand.

"Oh," I breathed.

"That's it," he sighed, "now
stroke up and down." He must have known by now that I had no idea what I
was doing, but he seemed willing to teach me. I was certainly willing to learn.

I lost myself in delirious sensation that
night. I didn't know what to do with my intense physical response to his every
touch. His hands, creeping up my leg and under my skirt; his fingers slipping
under the leg of my panties and over the moist center of me—each new sensation
sent me whirling through space, falling endlessly as I strained even closer to
feel more.