his house

He lived in the heart of downtown in the quiet college town. a 1 mile walk to campus was his each day.

his third year on the job, he had just turned 30. he loved his subject, he loved the campus, and he enjoyed his students.

his home loomed over the block ... all red brick and arched doorways. three stories of memories and history. 3 years of his life now. a professor's income was all it took to purchase such a gem -- and along with everything else in his life, his home was coming together nicely. on light teaching days and often into the night, he toiled, the home's once-storied glory gleaming through polished hardwoods and curved banister.

the night was cool, misty. the first of spring with winter's touch still lingering.

the last he remembered, the red eyes of the clock showed 1:12 AM.

she approached the rear door as she had time and again. she had watched him since the end of the previous semester. followed him back after his last russian lit course of the day. for her, his thoughtful cadence had brought the great poets to life. she imagined the lean, pale physique hiding beneath his impeccable suits. imagined lying in his arms, his soothing voice comforting her.

she had tried to flirt, to encourage him to respond. she wore the shortest of skirts... she tried a business-like look, she studied hard and then asked for his help, pretending to be confused.

no go.

he was all business, all literature, all passion for his subject and his life and his house. the one glimpse into his personality that his students sometimes found was his house. he would talk of it as a friend, a companion, a comfort that satisfied him -- he didn't drink, smoke, go to bars or movies. he simply read books, taught class, and had his house.

this time, she would make it past the door. unlocked as it always had been, she had been trying to determine the best approach.

she knew from observing that he was finishing the upper floor. a hidden study lurked at the top of crooked stairs -- boasting a window that allowed a view of the entire town.

the light was still on, so he was either still working there or stopping to read.

she made her way carefully to the back stairs. she took off her shoes, leaving her socks on to muffle the sound. she wore jogging shorts and a sweatshirt.

in 8 minutes, she was at the top, opening the sliding door into the only illuminated room in the home.

she discovered him -- not working or reading -- but collapsed on a couch, work pants and white shirt.

better than she had imagined.

she approached him carefully, took in his small but toned frame. his dark-rimmed glasses still clung tightly to his face, his hair unruly and a bit sticky from hours of work

she knelt at the couch, let her hands touch his arm, her mouth planting gentle kisses on his shoulder.

she tried to ease his shirt up, urge it off, and he awoke.

he seemed startled, a bit angry. his vision was fuzzy, and he barely recognized her.

she was maybe a touch over 5 feet tall, her hair light brown and curly, her legs perfectly shaped from soccer and running, her sweatshirt covering the rest.

he remembered her -- always catching his eye with her provocative dress -- especially when she wore a suit. but he treated just as he did all his students.

she looked at him as if to say "let me do this for you... let me take what we both want..."

he pulled her to him, kissed her, and forced her shorts down. as hungry lips devoured tan skin, his pants were unzipped, and she felt hard, throbbing intensity against her cool leg.

He came to an upright position, taking her with him. with one hand on her hip and one on his cock, he entered her.

her moan was delight to his ears and he drove in further, her damp cotton sweatshirt against his sweat-stained shirt.

he pulled her down, and let her up a bit, then down. he was in total control of her body and she was in heaven. her body squeezed tightly against him and she felt him lean back, then fill her with hot fluid.

as he pulled out, she admired his glistening, still hard member.

he stood up and pushed her to her knees. he grabbed her head and pulled her to him.

her lips and tongue responded appropriately, delighting in the flavor of their juices, dancing on his still-hot member

he pulled back and knelt facing her, laying her on the floor, he pulled off her sweatshirt and caressed her with kisses on her shoulders, teasing her neck while hands massaged her breasts and nipples...

as he worked his way down, he took joy from her sweet taste and turned her on her stomach, taking time to tease her anus with a stiff tongue and a probing finger... then back to the sweet spot as she squirmed

he knew she was close and knew what he wanted... pulling her up on all fours, he drove into her ... hard, strong, his hand around her waist, holding her in place. as she convulsed in ecstasy, he filled her once again, one, two, three... thrusts... a fourth... and he falls down on top of her, his cock semi-hard, still inside.

3:42 AM. that's what he thinks the clock says as he awakens, a small, naked body beneath him.