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“Let me guess,” Jaxon said, “you were the only one to turn up?”  

I nodded. “He sent us all an email with directions to his house, but I guess he sent another email to everyone else pretending that the event had been cancelled.”

“Couldn’t you have just left when no-one else showed up?”  

“I could have, but I felt sorry for him. At the time, I thought everyone else had just failed to show up and thought he might be embarrassed. I intended to stay for an hour, and then make my excuses and leave.”

“How old was this guy anyway?” Jaxon asked. “I know it doesn’t really make a difference, but it just helps for context.”

“Late forties or early fifties perhaps. Far too old for me to be attracted to him in any way, if that’s what you’re asking. And we had nothing in common outside of our interest in the Middle East. We talked about that for a bit and then I tried to leave. He said I should take a tour first.”

“Let me guess, the tour included the bedroom?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I never agreed to go. At this point I knew something was a little off, so I insisted on leaving, but he suddenly reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. I just stood there; I couldn’t move. In seconds he completely changed from this kind professor to a leery predator.”

“Did he touch you?” Jaxon asked through gritted teeth. “If he did then—”

“Not anywhere… intimate,” I interrupted. “He did grab my arm when I tried to leave, but eventually I wriggled free of him. He kept insisting that I was being a prick tease, and that I should just let my hair down for once. He got an erection, and pressed it against my leg. It was gross. I kept apologizing to him, believe it or not. I thought perhaps I might have led him on in some way. I still wonder that sometimes.”

“You can stop thinking that right away,” Jaxon insisted. “You did nothing of the sort. He knew full well you were not interested in him, but just wanted to see if he could use his influence over a young student. It’s sickening.”

“I suppose. As I went to leave, he threatened to fail me in the classes I was taking with him. I know it sounds stupid, but that thought shook me up even more than what I had just been through inside his house. It wasn’t until I next saw my boyfriend at the time that I realized the experience of the professor touching me had done me a lot of mental harm. At first, I’d just been fixated on the grade threat.”

“Did you go to counseling?” Jaxon asked.  

“No, I didn’t need to. Honestly,” I added, when I saw Jaxon’s look of disbelief. “I did move past it without professional help. Like I said, the worst he did was press himself against me, and in my head I compared that to drunken frat boys dancing with me at a party. I didn’t believe he would follow through with the threat, but he did. I couldn’t focus in class much, but I was still better than most of the people in that room. I didn’t deserve to fail. After that, I couldn’t focus in any class that was in any way related to Middle East studies, including my Arabic language classes, so I failed those as well.”

“Why didn’t you report it to the university?” Jaxon asked.  

“It would have just been my word against his. I would have looked like a bitter student complaining about her grades. Besides, he was only there for the summer, and then he went back to the West Coast. I didn’t have to see him again and that was just fine by me.”

“Have you told anyone this? Your father would want to know.”  

“He’s the last person I’d tell,” I said. “Dad was busy growing the business. The last thing he needed was for me to give him something else to worry about.”

“You should give your dad more credit. He’s a great guy. I don’t know what he did to end up with my mom, but you should feel able to talk to him.”

“You sound like kind of a hypocrite right now,” I said. “You still haven’t told your father that you’re ill again, and you never even told your mom the first time.”

“Fair point,” Jaxon replied.  

He took my hand in his again and even though he gripped it slightly tighter than was comfortable, I could tell he was at least trying to remain calm and collected. No doubt he would still love the opportunity to punch Professor Kingsly—and I’d love to be there to watch—but that wouldn’t solve anything and Jaxon could do without the added stress right now.

“Let’s go look at the field,” I said, standing up and lightly pulling on Jaxon’s arm, before remembering that we shouldn’t be seen together holding hands. I reluctantly let go of his hand and together we walked down to the field.  

Jaxon walked over to the tunnel where the players emerged from, and pretended he was walking on to the pitch at the start of the game. I couldn’t help but laugh. He must have done that for real hundreds of times, yet here he was pretending to do it as if he were just a regular fan pretending to live the dream.

“What?” Jaxon asked when he caught me smiling at him.

“Nothing,” I replied. “It’s just cute watching you that’s all.”  

“You do it,” Jaxon said. “Come on, it’s fun.” Jaxon put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me back into the tunnel. I knew the two teams lined up in the tunnel next to each other and then walked on to the field side-by-side. I looked out at the field and walked slowly out of the tunnel, trying to imagine that tens of thousands of people were cheering for me. Jaxon was right, this was a lot of fun.

“I take it from the big grin on your face that you liked it?” Jaxon asked. “It never gets old. Even when you’re walking out onto a pitch where everyone hates you, it’s still a real thrill.”

I stood next to Jaxon as we took in the empty stands, both of us pretending they were full of people. Once I’d done a full circle, I turned to look back at Jaxon. We hadn’t kissed since last night and that had been over before it had even started. If our parents hadn’t been in the house we would have ended up having sex. I’d been desperate for him. My legs had parted without me even realizing it, and when I felt his penis growing, pressing against me, my sex had immediately started gushing.

I’d never needed sex like that before. That passion hadn’t existed with my ex-boyfriends and four years ago I’d been a virgin. I’d wanted to have sex with Jaxon back then, but I’d also been scared and uncertain about what it would be like. I still didn’t know exactly what it would be like to fuck Jaxon, but at least I knew what I was doing now. I had a vague idea of the pleasure I would be in for when he entered me, and that idea occupied my mind fully.  

“I want to kiss you so much right now,” Jaxon whispered. He stared down at me, looking deep into my eyes and reading my mind. My breathing quickened as I simultaneously imagined him kissing me while trying to resist the urge to do exactly that. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to have him more than ever.

“Let’s go home,” I said. “Dad and Carrie should be at work.” The words escaped my lips before I appreciated their significance. I’d just proposed we go home and fuck. No date this time. I was going to go home and fuck my stepbrother while our parents were out. This was completely surreal.

“No,” Jaxon said. “I can’t wait that long.” He looked up at the stands again and pointed to the executive boxes at the top. “Up there. Lead the way up to those suites where we’ll have some privacy.”  

I had to consult my map to get up to the top and we had to try four different suites before we found one unlocked, but finally we were alone in a room with a sofa and—more importantly—some privacy.  

“Take me,” I moaned. “Let’s pretend the last four years never happened.”

Her words didn’t sound real. I’d heard a lot of good news in my time, like when Liverpool United said they would pay me an extortionate salary for running around a soccer field once a week, but I’d never heard words as good as those.
Take me. Let’s pretend the last four years never happened.

After the kiss last night, all we’d really done was talk. I’d held her hand, but we’d both had secrets we needed to get off our chests, and at one point we almost slipped into a platonic zone where we would never get to make things physical.

I knew Jenny still had concerns about being spotted with me by her dad, but clearly she had put those fears to one side for the time being. She looked up at me with a hungry passion in her eyes. Her eyes held love’s fire, and I wasn’t about to pass on the opportunity.

My hand reached out and grasped the back of her head before pulling her towards me. Our lips crashed together like they had done last night, but this time neither of us had any intention of letting things stop at just a kiss.  

Her hands wrapped around me, and her fingers dug into my muscles. At times I still thought of her as the virgin eighteen-year-old she had been four years ago, but now she was proving herself to be anything but innocent.  

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you, tasting you, and fucking you every which way possible. I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“Neither can I,” she replied.  

I kissed her neck softly and began unbuttoning her blouse as she whimpered under my touch. I looked down at her firm breasts, and couldn’t believe that this time I would get to see them freed from her bra. I’d never been this excited to screw someone. Even my first time with a woman hadn’t sent my heart racing like this.

My fingers unhooked her bra while Jenny worked on unbuttoning my shirt. She eyed my chest as greedily as I eyed hers, and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I grabbed both her arms and pushed her over to the sofa, letting her fall gently onto her back.  

She pulled up her skirt so that she could open her legs, then she spread them slightly so that I could land between them. My hands went straight for her breasts, massaging them firmly and pinching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She groaned loudly under my touch. Four years ago she’d flushed red with embarrassment when I’d touched her, but now she was full of passion and raw desire.  

I took her left nipple between my mouth and sucked hard, before taking it between my teeth and lightly pulling away. She groaned again, and grasped the back of my head firmly. If she was in any pain, she certainly didn’t want me to stop.  

I did the same with the other breast, but I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I needed to taste her. I’d been thinking about how Jenny’s pussy would taste since the moment I’d laid eyes on her, and now I finally had the chance send my tongue deep into her folds.

My lips moved down her stomach, lightly planting kisses on the way down to her waistline. My fingers unzipped the skirt at the side, and I pulled it down to reveal her panties already damp with passion.

I kissed the inside of both her thighs, slowly working my way down to her sex. She kept thrusting herself towards my mouth, desperate to have me touch her, but I resisted until my lips had kissed every inch of both her thighs.  

I pressed my tongue against her panties and got my first taste of her. Jenny’s panties were soaked with her essence, and I couldn’t get enough of it. The sweet taste was everything I’d dreamed it would be.  

Jenny tried to pull her panties off, but I wouldn’t let her. The wait was driving me wild, but it was doing the same to her, and I wanted to feel her explode when I finally touched her. My tongue found her swollen bud through her panties and pressed against it, making Jenny gasp for breath.

“Please,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me.”  

I should have made her wait longer, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my fingers under her waistband and pulled her panties off in one smooth motion, before looking down at Jenny lying naked before me.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” I said. I meant every word of it. Everything from her face, as she lay there waiting for me to pleasure her, to her firm breasts, and the pussy that looked so good I just had to taste it for real.

“Hurry up and eat me,” she replied.

Yeah, Jenny was no sweet and innocent eighteen-year-old any more. My lips went straight to her folds. No more teasing; I didn’t have the strength for it. When her essence reached my lips, my reaction was to stick my tongue straight inside her tunnel, just to taste as much of her as possible.