Desserts

Was there really any wonder as to why he was failing this elective college course? His mind couldn't steer away from how her lips would taste, how silky her skin must feel, how she sounded when she fell apart beneath him. Or on top. Both worked for him.

He exhaled deeply as he opened the door to room one forty-eight, Ms. Haze's classroom. She had asked him earlier to stop by when I had the time, for some one-on-one tutoring. He wasn't as bad a cook as he was a baker. He figured it would be a no-brainer to choose this class as an elective but it didn't help that they had assigned him an attractive professor.

The room was filled with the scent of her perfume and dough, something succulent and sweet lingered in the air as well. He couldn't put a name to it, but it smelled good. She smiled at him, her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she motioned for him to come in.

"I'm glad you were able to make it. Don't worry, it'll be painless," she said nonchalantly and he slowly placed his bag at the front of his jeans, just in case she could see what she was doing to him. He walked over to where she was standing, behind the cooking counter and noticed all the ingredients she had picked out for the assignment he had failed to complete for practice during class.

"Now, you know what these are right?" she asked as she pointed towards the small bowls filled with sugar, flour, egg yolks, and vanilla accent. He nodded and he licked his lips. He had the misfortune of having a sweet tooth and he couldn't wait to see how it came out.

"Okay, what I want you to do is to picture what it would taste like. In your mouth," she said, and he looked at her, her plump pink lips were all he wanted to taste right now. And other parts of her. But he wouldn't dare say that out loud. Relations between students and their professors were forbidden. That didn't stop him from touching himself in the shower as he pictured her completely exposed in his mind.

"I want it to be sweet, but not like so sweet that it'll make your teeth fall out," he responded and she chuckled, bracing her hands on her apron. She handed him one and he wrapped it around his waist, looking around, hoping no one would see him in this embarrassing ensemble.

"Alright, lets get started," she said and she started instructing him on the quantities and specific flavors he'd need to achieve the desired results. All he really wanted was to throw her right on this counter, and make her see that he wasn't just a student. But someone who desired her, who wanted to know what kind of chocolate she liked to binge on in the middle of the night. Despite the rules and regulations, he wanted her. He wanted her so bad it was affecting his grade point average.

"Okay, now we mix!" she said excitedly, as she began to use the whisk to mix the flour, egg yolks, and butter into a larger bowl. He placed his hand on hers, her pale blue eyes traveling towards him, meeting his gaze.

"I got this Ms. Haze," he said as he swallowed hard with reassurance. She nodded, pink filling her pale cheeks as she removed her hand from underneath his. He stirred the ingredients in the bowl as he watched her lick her lips.

"I happen to have a sweet tooth, you know? So forgive me if I get a little excited but you're doing a great job so far," she said, sounding a little out of breath. He smirked and knew she wasn't blushing because he had just briefly touched her. She was blushing because she liked it.

"Am I stirring this right? I don't want it to be too watery," he said and she carefully took the whisk from him and stirred it a little bit.

"Uh, no. You're doing fine. Now, pour it onto the pan. Make sure there's butter underneath so it wont stick to it," she added and he nodded, following her instructions. He placed the pan into the mini oven they had in the classroom and put it to cook for forty-five minutes.

"Here comes the fun part!" she said as she opened the microwave.

"We're adding chocolate?" he asked as he noticed her place small blocks of Hershey's Chocolate into a bowl and place them into the microwave at the lowest possible settings. The timer would go off in 40 seconds.

"Isn't chocolate delicious? Hmm," she said as she took a bite out of the leftover chocolate blocks. He noticed a bit of chocolate had been left on the corner of her mouth and his lips suddenly became dry.

"You missed a spot," he pointed out as he moved closer to her, taking his thumb, using it to wipe off the excess chocolate. Her cheeks turned pink once again and he grinned, leaning closer. She didn't move, only looked up at him, staring into his brown eyes in panic but not enough to push him away. He placed his lips softly onto hers, then licked off the chocolate.

He heard her moan against his lips but she quickly pulled away when the timer for microwave went off. She placed a mitten on her delicate hand and took out the bowl of melted chocolate out of the microwave, placing it gently onto the counter so it could cool off.

"That wasn't supposed to happen. I apologize. It was very unprofessional of me and—" she began but he pulled her close to him. He was at least a foot taller than her, but she fit perfectly against him.

"We all want something we can't have. No shame in admitting it," he said before he kissed her again, then left her lips to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. She didn't pull away this time. He took it as a sign to continue and felt her thighs quiver as his fingers touched her soft skin.

"Anyone could walk in. The door is open..." she whispered as he backed her up onto the counter. It was near the window, facing the door, so anyone could really see them. Unless he bent down in front of her. Then they'd only see her, with her back towards them. He grinned and hiked up her skirt, as he went down on both knees. She wasn't wearing any stockings and he was grateful. Less work for him. He removed his leather jacket and placed it next to his book bag. His lips traveled up her calves, then slowly up towards her inner thighs, taking her red lace panties between his teeth, tugging them down until he managed to take them off of her. He looked up at her, her eyes twinkling and dilating with desire and need and kept his gaze on hers until he dipped his tongue in between her folds. His hands spread her apart, granting him more access to her, and began to flick at her clit. His tongue began to circle her inner walls, causing her to create even more moisture. She bit her lip, her head falling slightly back. Her hands made their way inside her blouse, her fingers twisting and pinching her nipples. He groaned as he watched her touch herself, the light coming from the window illuminating her porcelain complexion.

She reached for some chocolate from the bowl and he watched her lick it off of her fingertips. It was better than porn. He felt himself harden even more in his jeans, the fabric pushing its limits. He pulled her hard against his mouth, dipping his tongue inside her even further and she gasped.

"Hey, Ms. Haze, did you send that report in with the PTA members yesterday? I can't seem to find them," the male voice behind the other side of the counter said. But he didn't stop. His tongue grew even more greedy, his adrenaline was pumping.

"Uh, it might be in the faculty lounge. Where the mailboxes are," she said with a faltering smile, trying her hardest not to sound out of breath as she slipped away from him.

"Alright. I'll check there. Thank you," the male voice said and faded as he closed the door behind him. He didn't waste time undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. She turned around for him, hiking up her skirt and apron higher. He brought himself out of his boxers and entered her from behind in one quick movement. She gasped and braced her hands on the counter again, bumping into it as he thrust his thick dick into her. Her backside was just as attractive as her front and he realized he wanted to touch both. He reached in between her legs and found her hardened clit and began to rub in slow circles. He groaned when he felt how wet she was against his shaft and his fingers.

He bit his lip and continued to rub her, sliding in and out of her tightness as she thrusted backwards towards him. Her dark hair bounced against her shoulders and he caught the urge to pull at it. So he did. Not too hard but good enough to make her inner walls tighten around his fingers and shaft. His fingers and hips moved in the same rhythm, her backside crashing onto him as they moved faster. When he heard her moan and gasp, he felt her juices fill around his fingers, and he let himself spill inside her, still grinding and pumping into her until they both had nothing left.

He rested against her back for a few moments, until his breathing returned to normal and then he kissed her neck gently. The room now smelled like desserts and sex.

They didn't speak for the rest of the tutoring session. Instead he completed the rest of the homework assignment, without any errors and managed to get an A plus. When they both washed up and cleaned the bowls and baking utensils, he picked up his jacket and bag and smiled at her.

"I hope you'll be able to tutor me tomorrow, Ms. Haze. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it now," he said as he grinned. She chuckled and looked away, her cheeks turning pink again.

He walked towards the classroom door and opened it, turning back to look at her once more.

"You forgot something," she said as she threw her red lace panties at him, grinning with mischievous intent in her blue eyes. He caught them and placed them into his front pocket.

"You're going to need some motivation for the rest of the semester."