Professional Parker

It was late afternoon and I was standing in front of my mirror in my dorm doing some finishing touches on my makeup. Professor Parker would be expecting me in five minutes for an extra help session in 19th Century American History; one of which I totally did not need. You know the deal: Go up to the professor at the end of class, say you want to go through the midterm review packet and there you go—a clear window. Okay I think I'm ready; just enough cleavage showing thanks to my favorite v-neck shirt. I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard, but I still want him to see what he could be getting his hands on.

I walk out of my dorm room past all the shirtless college boys trying to show off their six packs. Some girls would say that I had "prime real estate" when it came to where my dorm was located. I mean, it was a co-ed dorm but for some reason my room was surround by all boys, and attractive ones at that. But today, those boys didn't look good to me. I had someone else in mind, someone more mature.

Finally, I make my way to Professor Parkers office and I find that his door is open just enough that I can catch a glimpse of his face. I analyze him before he notices I'm there. His perfectly sculpted jawline and ice blue eyes with salt and pepper hair that gives George Clooney a run for his money. His sudden glance at me pulls me away from my trance.

"Rachel, glad you're here. Come on in and take a seat so we can get started," he says.

Please I'm more glad to be here than you.

"Thanks for letting me come in and waste your time," I crack a smirk.

"I just have a few questions," I say while taking out my review packet and sitting at the table across from his desk.

As I bring my head up from the review packet I can feel his eyes on my cleavage, when I glance up he quickly retracts his gaze and pulls his chair right next to me.

"So, what are you confused or unsure of?" he asks me.

"I just have a question about numbers five and sixteen," I say cooly.

"Do we have to know exact dates for each event or just the day?" I ask.

"Just the day should be fine, I don't think I will torture you guys and ask for a full date," he says with a chuckle that makes me melt.

"How extremely kind of you," I say back oozing sarcasm. He smiles back at me from my comment and our eyes lock. My heart starts to quicken and I look away.

"I just have one more question..." I begin to say

"For the essay portion do you want us to use a certain type of format or..." Just then our thighs brush against each other and I hear him intake a sharp breath. I look at him out of the corner of my eye and his eyes are wide, his lips parted and his mouth in the shape of an "O." Then suddenly his expression falls and he regains his composure.

"MLA format should be fine," he says while brushing his leg against my thigh again. I keep still and just pretend to ignore it. "As long as you cover all the points in each paragraph..." he goes on while reaching his hand on to my thigh and sliding it up towards my sex. "MLA should be just fine," he says again in a more sensual voice this time. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep my head down. His hand is lightly cupped on my sex between my legs. With the full knowledge that he's looking, I bite my lip and hear him sigh quietly. I look up at him and his eyes are filled with a hunger I had not seen from him before. Suddenly he retracts his hand from my sex and stands up.

"I think you should leave now, Rachel," he says hesitantly. I get up from my seat and walk over to his desk. I put my hands behind me on and push my body up sitting on the desk.

"I know what I should do, but that's not what I would like to do," I say while lightly grazing my tongue over my top lip. His eyes widen and he gets up from his chair and starts to stalk towards me.

"And what would you like to do?" he asks as he now hovers over my hands rested on the desk.

"I think it's pretty obvious," I say leaning in towards him. Just before our lips touch, I pull away.

"But you're right, I should go," I say and get up off the desk heading for the door. As soon as I reach the doorway, he grabs my wrist.

"Don't go," he commands me. I stay quiet and bite my lip. "Stay," he commands again.

"Make me," I say and turn toward the door again.

In that moment I feel him push me against the door our weight shutting it closed. His lips crash into mine and he lifts my hands over my head pinning me against the door. His hips push up against mine, his boner grinding against me. I let out a small sigh and I feel his mouth curl up into a smirk. He pulls me away from the wall and pushes me onto his desk. He climbs on top of me and pulls my face towards his matching our lips. Our mouths open and our tongues start to move in sync with each other. He reaches down and puts his hands down my pants slipping first one then two fingers inside me. He starts off slow then picks up speed which in turn makes me let out a moan. He smiles against my mouth and leaves my lips and presses his mouth against my neck biting and kissing me. I moan again and push him off of me jumping off the desk. I quickly push him against the desk and reach down to undo his belt. I take down his pants and briefs and lower myself to my knees. I put his dick in my mouth and grab the back of his legs and push all of him into my mouth. Thrusting my head back and fourth and swirling my tongue around the tip of his dick. He lets out a deep groan that makes me move even faster.

"Stop Rachel, I don't want to cum like this. I wanna feel your pussy," he says in a low growl. I stop and release him and he lifts me off the floor. He reaches into a drawer in his desk and pulls out a condom. Pushing me onto the desk he takes off my shirt and pulls down my jeans and underwear in two swift moves. He kicks off the rest of his pants and pauses for a moment rolling the condom over himself and thrusts into me. I sigh at him filling me and he groans deep in return. He pulls my hair and starts to quicken his pace, moving faster and harder. I move my hands to reach for his face but he grabs my wrists and pins me down. He takes his tongue and dances it across my neck up to my ear. I moan in response and can feel myself reaching my climax.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" All I can give to him as a response is a moan. "You're so close baby I can feel it. Let it go, come on, Rachel" and he thrusts into me once more and I cum loud and in response he lets himself cum shouting my name.

We lay there, motionless for I'm not sure how long.

"So, I should get going," I say and push him off of me and start to put my clothes back on.

"I'm not sure I put that on the review packet," he teases.

"Best extra help session I've ever had," I say walking towards the door. He grabs my wrist just as I'm about to leave.

"Hope the midterm won't be too hard for you," he says with a smirk.

"Don't worry." I pause, biting my lip. "I like it rough," I say, exiting the room.