Page 6 of Good Girl

Derek Hansen had been under internal investigation for alcoholism on campus and whether he was still safe and fit to be around students. This investigation had began last summer, and Brown University had a very strict code of conduct. No wonder the investigation had gone on for so long. Although this didn’t tell me why Haley was so against him.

The next page answered that for me too.

Derek’s accuser, the student who had claimed Derek was a drunk, was none other than Paul Terries, Haley’s boyfriend.

I groaned. Now it all made sense. I didn’t like Paul one bit, but Haley adored him when she wasn’t off kissing other guys in clubs to get back at him. Paul certainly didn’t strike me as the kind of student who would have reported alcoholism with good intentions, and since Derek was back at work, there must have been little truth to those accusations.

That didn’t surprise me.

So, Haley was pissed because her boyfriend accused Derek of being drunk, and whatever he had hoped to gain from that accusation had clearly fallen through if Derek was back at work. Maybe Haley’s anger was understandable. A way of sticking up for her boyfriend?

After all, what would I know?

I was just a boring virgin.

Lack of sexual experience invalidated my relationship opinions in Haley’s eyes, so maybe there was something I was missing.

Derek’s mystery solved, I closed my laptop and shoved it away then sank back into my pillows. Knowing the truth did nothing to calm my curiousity about that man, nor did it remove his handsome face from my mind. The more I tried not to think about him, the more the details of his face became clear to me.

Those dark eyes, his thin lips and short, curly hair. His entire demeanor was somewhat intimidating, yet he had been so incredibly calm. I pressed further into my pillows, and Haley’s harsh words about the boring state of my life began to mingle with how attractive Derek was.

It wouldn’t be boring to fuck a teacher, would it?

I could never—not that I would ever get the chance of someone as attractive as Derek being interested in a plus-size frump like me, but with my music playing and the dorm room to myself, there wasn’t any harm in a little fantasy, right?

Especially when I was a little turned on.

I closed my eyes and let my imagination run away with itself as I relaxed down into the bed and allowed the warmth slowly gathering in my core to lead my thoughts.

Someone like Derek had to like someone beautiful and adventurous, right? Everything about him exuded power, from the way he walked to the way he talked. I imagined him walking into my dorm room right this second, and the thought of his dark, intense gaze locking me in place as it had done in the lecture sent my heart rate skipping.

I would be powerless to do anything if he looked at me as intently as he had done in class. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and feel the subtle ridge of each of those curls brush through my knuckles. I wanted to grip it and hear what sort of sound would ripple up from his throat at someone pulling his hair. Would it be as quiet as the rest of him, a soft sound like a breathy gasp right against my ear as he held me close? Or would it be deeper, more guttural and feral, like a caged animal seeking the right touch to unleash him on the world?

Warmth swept through my body and settled with a slight ache between my legs. I was a virgin and had never let someone else even touch me, but that didn’t mean I was a prude, at least not in the privacy of my own head.

Parting my legs, I ran one hand over the inside of my leggings-clothed thigh and imagined it to be Derek’s touch instead. His long, strong fingers caressed me like I was the most delicate thing he had ever touched. Would he be gentle like that?

No, there was something about him that told me he would be much firmer. He wouldn’t part my thighs with a caress of a hand. He would pry them apart and hold me open using all the strength he had to ensure I couldn’t escape. My heart jumped, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips at the thought. To be spread open for his dark gaze and to hear that calm, gravelly voice compliment my pussy would be out of this world.

I groaned and opened my eyes.

Fuck.

I was more than a little turned on now.

Rolling to my left, I rummaged around in my lower bedside drawer for the small vibrator I had purchased in my first month here. Buying such a thing had seemed so alien and risky at the time, but I had quickly grown to love the toy. It was never something I would have had access to at home.

There was a moment of impatience as I worked to remove my leggings and hoodie, and then I scrambled under the duvet, closed my eyes, and resumed the fantasy.

Derek, over me with his strong hands digging into my thick thighs and staring down at my glistening pussy like she was a feast for him. The moment I slid my fingers through my pussy and pressed the vibrating toy to my clit, my fingers became his and the vibrations became his devilishly talented tongue.

I moaned softly, arching back into my pillow as the vibrations shot through my core and all my muscles clenched tightly. Pleasure coursed through me, and my heart began to race as the fantasy continued in my mind.

Derek buried between my thighs with his mouth moving over me like I was delicious, his hands holding my thighs apart so I was at the mercy of his tongue. Would that be enough for a dominant man like him? No, he would want more, wouldn’t he? The fantasy changed in my mind to Derek’s fingers deep in my hair as he guided my mouth over his cock.

What would it feel like? I bet it would be heavy. A man like that had to have a thick, strong cock that would weigh down my tongue and stretch out the back of my throat every time he thrust too deep. Or not deep enough. Both his hands in my hair to hold me steady as he used my mouth and throat for his own pleasure, what a sensation that would be.

My mouth began to water, and I tossed my head to the side as an intense spike of pleasure lanced through my body, settling in my core. I increased the strength of vibrations from the toy and pressed the tip against my clit. I jolted and gasped, and my mind filled with the pressure being Derek’s thumb instead, pressing against and rubbing at my clit as he fucked me with wild abandon, like each thrust just couldn’t get his cock as deep as he wanted and he would keep trying.

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