Page 3 of Her Professor

“Here,” he stated, drawing her attention and she turned towards him holding a video in her hands. “Not quite the same as the one from today but it’s quite good really.”

“Brilliant is more like it,” she countered honestly surprised that he had it.

“You know it?” he asked letting his shock show.

“As well as that one.” Madison nodded towards the script he held. “I have a copy of it in my dorm. Actually, it’s in my computer since I had it on last night trying to drown out the noise and then again when you were at the door. It’s not quite as good when they’re shouting the lines in your ears making them nearly bleed.”

“Have you requested a new room?” he asked crossing over to the chair beside the couch leaving it for her to sit on.

“Every week since we got here and the same reply the entire time. No available rooms.”

“Your roommate doesn’t…”

“Bring guys back to the room and make me sit out in the hall? No, she’s typically passed out at one of the frats by midnight and then stumbles back in around six to crash on her bed. I swear that’s almost worse than hearing every single moan that comes through the walls.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because she seriously smells…horrible, a mixture of beer, booze and sweat not to mention everything else that’s been left in or on her. That floor is the reason why they recommend you wear flip-flops in the shower. I don’t even want to know what gets washed down the drain.”

“I should apologize again for the comments I made earlier.”

“It really doesn’t matter. Look I know you heard what I said to Tony and probably most of what he said too…”

“That he’s apparently your ex…three years?” he asked wanting to know the details.

“I was stupid, though to be fair at first he was a pretty decent guy, even my father approved of him.”

“But it changed?”

“And how…I…I’m,” she stopped figuring she had nothing to be ashamed of and started over. “I was a virgin when we got together, technically still am, but the longer we were together the more the guys at school kept egging him on that he’d never be able to sleep with me, get me to totally turn my back on who I am.”

“Which is?”

“The daughter of the lead deacon of our church and best friend of the pastor’s daughter.”

“Didn’t expect that one,” he admitted intrigued by the technically comment she’d made.

“Most people don’t and to be honest I never felt right in that life. Guess that’s why I came out here to be me. Tony had a hard time letting go, especially after I’d kneed him in the balls for trying to force me to go all the way after graduation.”

“But you also don’t feel right living in a dorm where there’s free flowing sex?” he inquired.

“No, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against sex. It’s human nature but there’s such a thing as being cautious and if not that at least selective.”

“Is that what you are?”

“I think that’s a bit too personal, my reasons for the technicalities in my sexual status are mine and…”

“And I’m your teacher?” Devon said pulling back. “I misjudged you but why don’t we use today to start over? I’m Devon Nash, twenty-nine and this is my first full year teaching at Cortland University.”

“Madison Michaels, eighteen as of last Thursday, yes I skipped a grade in elementary, and this will likely be my one and only semester at Cortland.”

“Why don’t we hold off on that?” he suggested with a smile. “For now, tell me how you came up with this assessment of the movie,” he added and then settled back to listen to her speak. Her voice was amazing, low and husky at times while at others it was melodic and soft enough to make him imagine what it’d be like to listen to her whisper to him as they went at it.

They talked for hours about the movies and Devon soon found himself fighting the urge to kiss her, drag her down onto the couch kissing her until they were both naked and he was inside her. He couldn’t do that though. He was not the sort of guy who should be with a virgin.

He liked sex his way and that was typically rougher than most. He wasn’t cruel, but the darker pleasures were definitely something that he enjoyed. His partners knew the score, but she didn’t, and her technicality was not about to be turned into a not with him in the lead. He’d probably scar her for life if he attempted to treat her the way he did the others and she’d already been scared enough he figured.

Devon saw her eyes growing heavy as the time slipped past midnight and closer to one. He slowed down the conversation and lowered his voice until she drifted off to sleep, a strange sense of pleasure flowing through him knowing she was here, in his home, asleep on his couch. He slid her shoes off her feet, the sight of her pale pink toes perfectly matching her nails sent a wave of hunger through him, but he pushed it back and covered her with a blanket from the closet. She sighed pulling another response from him and then snuggled down into the cushions of the couch tucking her hand up beside her face, her lips slightly parted.

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