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ADDISON
Let me preface this entire shit show by saying …. I’m a virgin.
However, I'm not stupid. I'm not ignorant of how the world moves.
Oscar Wilde once said, "Everything in this world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power."
Whenever I feel powerless, I lean into the sexual side of whatever the situation calls for. Fortunately, this way of thinking mostly works on older men, but Professor Sheridan is proving to be more difficult than most. It wouldn't surprise me if he called my bluff, but then that would jeopardize my virginity.
I have to admit that I hold it as a badge of honor sometimes because it's one of those things people expect to be nonexistent at my age. I'm only twenty-two, but twenty-two and a virgin after five years on a college campus to earn my bachelor's and master's degrees still stops people in their tracks. It doesn't matter if it's an arbitrary marker designed to keep women in a space of inexperience so they'll accept any sex as good sex.
Even with my sexual power plays, my virginity rarely comes into the equation. My reputation as a cocktease keeps most guys from even learning I'm a virgin. All talk and no lips … that's how my high school boyfriend said it when I didn't fuck him on our third month. The end of our relationship was the only thing that came that night.
Sex loses its importance when it feels like that badge guys want to collect. All through my undergrad, my virginity was treated just like that. I couldn't trust anyone with it, with me. I need patience, attention, and guidance. I want to enjoy my first time.
I had the unfortunate experience of listening to my college roommate let her boyfriend pummel her pussy like his dick was a pogo stick on speed. She didn't sound like she enjoyed it at all, and when I asked her, she simply shrugged it off like all guys have sex like that.
Ick!
Professor Aidan Sheridan, on the other hand, oozes sex appeal from his salt and pepper strands that sweep to the back of his head. Raw masculinity drips down every inch of his towering frame. Thick eyebrows sit sternly above glassy blue eyes, and he has the distinguished black goatee of a man in his 50s.
It's impossible not to spot him anywhere on campus. From the way men and women alike ogle him, some shy away, and others find a way to engage with him. It's fascinating to watch how people behave around someone so attractive.
Excitement fills every cell of my body any time I catch a glimpse of him. This is the closest I've ever been, and those glimpses don't do him justice. There's a muscular frame under thosebutton-up collared shirts and blazers. His thick legs fill out a pair of trousers like a cowboy trying to sneak into a business meeting.
The way his classes fill up in hours at the beginning of every semester, one would believe he's some rock star. Nothing but groupies and a few haters to fill every slot, but no one complains because they actually learn from his lectures.
My chances to ogle him as he rattles off the newest principles of financial auditing are nonexistent until now. Since I have the opportunity to have him tutor me privately, I'm not going to let up until he takes me on. Up close and personal, I know I want him to be the one who takes my virginity.
An older man has to be far more experienced than frat boys who learn all of their bedroom tricks from porn sites and circle jerks.
I shouldn't be thinking of Professor Sheridan like this, but it's too late. I've already called him Daddy. If ever there was a moment for cameras in offices, that would be one I don't mind replaying.
Shit.
Are there cameras in this office?
If there are, we're both screwed.
Darkness and seduction ride his face in a way that warns me of the line I'm crossing. His reaction also betrays how much he wants me. I could feel the sexual tension increase a thousand times when I called him Daddy. It's all in the details.
The minute he pulled me off my feet, my pussy ignited with yearning. But, that's the last thing I should think about. My life is in jeopardy.
Wait, that's a tad drastic.
My degree program is in jeopardy if I don't pass this forensic auditing course. The intricacies of everything I have to perform in this class are only a fraction of what I'll encounter in the real world. I don't want to waste all this time and money getting this far to only have a single course derail my life's plans.
Professor Tamson assured me that Professor Sheridan could help me. I'll have to convince him somehow. I've already been on my knees in front of him, and he didn't crumble to my will like most men. If I'm being honest, if he told me to suck his cock for help, I would have at least kissed the tip. He's definitely different and not swayed so easily.
A smoky scent that mixes with a touch of whiskey makes me want to swirl my tongue around his mouth. I want to drag it down his entire body to see if he tastes the same all over. I have to get him off my mind and find a legitimate way to ask him for help. Maybe I can show him that I can pay attention to details.
At least the Daddy talk got him to walk back his immediate rejection. That's an important detail that makes me grin. A flash of me on my knees in his office sparks a memory. There was a gym bag on the ground beside his desk. I can take a chance of running into him there, but I have no way of knowing if he's going to show up.
Fuck it. What do I have to lose?
Even if we don't cross paths in the fitness center, I can do a few laps around the track to calm my raging libido.
