MY HOT TEACHER: (Volume 5 of the "My Hot..." series; a stand-alone, New Adult novel) (19 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

In the morning he kisses me awake.

He makes me a breakfast of cereal and fruit.  We touch hands across the kitchen table.

We say little: “More orange juice?” “Where are the napkins?” “Do you want a ride to campus?” “No thanks.”  Not much more to say after last night.

After breakfast, we take a shower...
together
.

I finally
slept
with him.

Not as a distraught college student comforted by her teacher.

But as his lover.

At the door we kiss passionately, neither wanting to let go, but I have a class to attend and he has one to teach.

It snowed throughout the night, several feet thick along the lawns and sidewalks, drifts as high as four feet.  Neighbors are out with snow blowers.  I’m forced to walk in the plowed streets.  It’s a spectacular sunny day, the light brilliant off the pure white snow, and I welcome this walk on a lovely New England morning, one that inspires much energy and zest to my step.

I feel great...as if a heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders, replaced by full contentment.

There’s also a tremendous sense of assurance coursing through me, inspired by what he gave me, what I learned from this most interesting man.

From the start he made me secure enough to be the Sub, to be vulnerable, to except his care, to give up some of the responsibility to his knowledgeable hand.

Last night I felt bold enough to be the Dom.  I wanted to fight for his love and take what’s mine.  The sensation of penetrating him, of pleasing him this way was exhilarating.

And after our talk, after making love in a completely organic way without control or power I finally understand what mutual love feels like.

As I continue to stroll the streets, head home, kick ice chunks out of the way I feel as if I have the fortitude to evolve anyway I want, the inner security to fulfill my deepest needs.

I love him for teaching me so much.

I love him for how deeply he makes me feel, both physically and emotionally.

I love him for inspiring this up and down journey that at this moment has relieved the angst I felt for so long.

I’m happy because of all this.  Happy because I love him and someone so handsome and smart and passionate loves me back. 

I finally understand things about love: the vulnerability and intimacy that’s needed, and, after last night, the
trust
that’s integral.

I have all of these things with him...yet there’s even more that I want.

I want a future.

There’s so much out there waiting to be experienced.

I’m so looking forward to grad school, to starting a new adventure, and I understand now that I want someone who can share, passionately, all of those experiences and make them even better. 

Like Katia said,
I need a boyfriend
.

Last night gave me insight into what he needs as well...someone to help him explore his many faceted sides in a deeply trusting way, perhaps leading to more self-discovery and better emotional health, which might also lead to marriage and a family, something he said he wanted.  In the bright morning light of day, as he kissed me awake, for the first time I noticed some etched morning lines around his eyes.  He’s at a certain physical and emotional age.  I’m at another.  He’s settled into a certain future at Walls.  I’m ready for whatever comes my way, whether it’s UNH, Florida, or California.

But how great to have all of these feelings in college, finally! 

How great to be in love and be loved back! 

I can’t help smiling as I reach the borders of my campus.

I’m not sure I can ever get the same kind of sexual satisfaction from anyone else, that even an above average lover can elevate my heat the way the Professor has.  Randy certainly raised those questions.  But I’ve been given plenty of knowledge to share and the self-belief to seek a solution to any obstacle. 

Alan allowed me to love him enough and loves me enough to handle letting go...if that’s what’s meant to happen.

For now I’m going to concentrate on going out with all A’s, do as much research as possible to help choose the right grad school, and see Professor Beard/the Professor/Alan as often as I want, as often as I can.

I’m also in the mood to have my hair redone.

Something less girlish. 

Something closer to my original color. 

Something perfect for graduation.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Isabella Johns is also the author of Volumes 1-4 of the
My Hot
… series:
My Hot Fireman, My Hot Ménage, My Hot Stranger,
and
My Hot Biker
, available as e-books on Amazon.  All four volumes have been collected into one book entitled
My Hot Quartet
, which is also available on Amazon as an e-book or a trade paperback. 
My Hot Ménage
has been selected for inclusion in
The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 2014
, due out in the fall of 2014.