The Lab Assistant (3 page)

Eventually, the class ended. As the students filed out into the breezeway and on to the University Center, the library, their other classes, their way home, Sonia and I were left staring at each other. Alone. The highlighter was still pushed three-quarters of its length up her luscious pink hole. Her eyes were completely fixed on mine.

"What are you doing, Sonia?" I asked.

She gave me a curious look, then withdrew the highlighter and placed it on her tongue. She twirled it with her fingers, rolling the slicked plastic surface around on her tongue. I could tell that she liked the taste. She savored it as if it were a fine wine. Then she spat a large drop of saliva on the end and dropped the pen again.

"I mean," I laughed. "I
know
what you're doing. But why are you doing it?"

"I like you, Dr. Corbis," she purred. "I really like you,
Coop
."

We'd been flirting, heavily, for weeks now. But never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this would actually happen. I'd hoped, of course. I'd fantasized about it, masturbating until my palms felt pruned and my balls and cock ached. I wanted this more than anything, but I really couldn't believe we were here, now, getting
here
.

She shifted her weight forward on her chair. The short skirt she wore bunched up around her hips. She leaned back now, with her feet on the tabletop in front of her. In this position, her glistening pink gash was elevated slightly and her ass-cheeks were now superbly visible to me.

"I like you, too, Sonia. You're one of the best students I've ever taught."

She smiled. "That's nice, Coop. But that's not quite how I like you. Watch this, okay?"

Yes.

I couldn't speak. My cock strained painfully against my pants. Were we not in class, I would have had my cock in my hand and I would've been madly pumping it up and down. Shit, were we not in class, I would have been under the table, my nose nuzzling her beautiful swollen clit as my tongue darted into and around her canal. But we
were
in class, and despite everything she was doing, I could not force myself to participate. I wanted to, desperately, but the risk of being caught, the risk of losing my entire career, even for such a desperately beautiful prize, paralyzed me. All I could do was watch.

"Watching?" she breathed.

"Yes," I said aloud, without thinking. I looked quickly at the door, just for a second, so as to be sure no one was coming. Then I turned back.

Having shifted her ass-cheeks slightly, she spread them by moving her legs further apart on the desk. And then she did it. She pushed the fat, plastic highlighter past her dripping cunt and placed it at a low angle against her anus. She pushed it against herself, the blunt end stubbornly fighting the entrance to her dark, delicious passage. She twirled the pen slightly and eased it down and then up and, finally, after much pushing and straining, finally got the thing to sink into her depths. She moaned and squirmed slightly, but quickly began a deep, piston action.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She cast an eye toward me and smiled, "No, baby. It feels so so good. Your fat cock, that might hurt, just a bit. Not for long, though. I feel so full right now."

"I wish...

"I know, Coop."

"I mean, I... ."

She hiccupped slightly, her voice breaking into a delicate staccato, as her orgasm caught her faster than she expected. She jammed the highlighter its entire length up her ass and, holding it there with one hand, twisted it slowly. She frigged her pussy violently with her free hand. "You will," she cried. "Oh, you will, baby."

But, I didn't. And we didn't.

At least not then, and not for the next few days. That episode during and after class formed such an intense experience for me that I couldn't deny myself the compulsion to come. Sonia was becoming like a drug to me. I craved her. I obsessed about her. My only pleasure came at the thought of her. I masturbated four or five times per day, replaying that scene in the classroom in my mind. The bright, fat, yellow highlighter jutting from her soft brown asshole was a vision I couldn't, and didn't want to, get out of my mind.

I alternated the events as I remembered and fantasized about her. I changed the timeline. I added myself--willing myself the courage that I didn't have then, the courage to include myself in the game. First it was my hand thrusting the highlighter in and out of her bowels. Then it was my finger instead of the highlighter; two fingers, then three, squeezed together tightly in a semi-cock shape. Then it was my cock, and my cock along with the highlighter--dripping pain/pleasure double anal for my new friend. She would gasp and cry for more. Always more, harder, more intense. She needed to be used as much as I needed to use her. Her ass, maybe more than anything else, captivated me and inspired me.

Toward the end of my fantasies, it was my entire hand, fisting her, her asshole lubricated by my own saliva and jism. And the more that I jacked off to my memories of Sonia and her ass-fucking highlighter, the more I decided, the more I had to admit, that my entire world simply was this woman, this girl. I needed her. Not just physically, I needed all of her. Intellectually, spiritually. I began to convince myself that somehow we were fated to be together, that she was my soul mate, that we were destined to be in each other's lives.

I knew intellectually how desperate and unbalanced this line of thinking was. I knew by sheer horniness and desperation that I created what had to have been an alternate picture of reality for myself. But I didn't care. I needed her too much.

I needed to feel her too much.

Shortly after 8 PM, I decided I'd had enough. Two hours of grading lab reports and filing all manner of uninteresting forms followed ten hours split between the lab and various classrooms. I was spent. I looked at my watch to confirm the time, rubbed the hours from my tired eyes, and eased my laptop away from me on the desk.

Office hours over. Shit.

No students this time, thank God. I reached for a bottle of green tea at my side, but found it empty.
Perfect
. I laid my head down on my desk and thought of Sonia's delicate skin. I longed to smell her and to touch her. To hold her tight against me and to feel her fingers constricting around my cock, taking me and guiding me into her young vagina.

Sonia was all I could think of. Ever, anymore.

Leaning back in my chair, I squeezed my penis through my pants. For an instant I considered simply removing it from my pants and jacking myself to an orgasm right here. But it was only 8 PM: not that late. I knew there were still people in the building. Other staff, students. Soon the janitors. So I half-heartedly rubbed myself, not intending to bring myself anywhere, but still driven by the compulsion to feel some kind of physical pleasure whenever I thought of my new young siren.

I looked at my laptop one last time, from force of habit, and then reached out a hand to shut down the monitor. A small envelope popped up on the screen and a chime rang out. I had an e-mail. For a moment, my mind allowed me the fantasy that this was an e-mail from Sonia: something short, flirty, intense, maybe something inviting me to her dorm room for the fucking of my life. But it wasn't to be. My e-mail client came up and displayed a message from my graduate assistant, Julie Merryweather.

What a sweet girl, Julie
, I thought. Then I wondered why I'd even thought that. I must have been intensely horny. Images of Sonia again swamped my brain.

I considered opening the e-mail but quickly decided enough was enough. I needed to get home. I had a virtual Sonia to seduce. Perhaps I'd even get up the courage to call her. There was no reason why I shouldn't. She was obviously on the same page as I. She'd fucked her pussy and ass with a big yellow pen in front of me, in class no less, all the while talking to me about my cock. Why was I so hesitant to just make it happen? We both wanted the same thing. Fuck it. I had to do something. I closed the laptop and eased my chair back.

Suddenly, there came a soft knock on my office door. I didn't hear it at first. As I eased myself out of my chair, the rapping came again, more insistently.

And then I heard that familiar, beautiful voice. "Coop?"

"Sonia?" I replied. Sitting back down, I stared at the door.

"Yeah, it's me. Is this a bad time?"

I pressed my cock down through my pants, although doing so didn't hide anything, or really make any difference at all. "No, no. Not at all. Come in."

"You don't have another student in here, do you?"

I could hear the giggle in her voice. "No," I said. "I've barely got myself. It's been a long day. But come in. Why are you standing out there?"

I heard her giggle again.

The door swung open slowly. Painfully slowly. First I saw her foot, in a pink Reef thong sandal, and then her bronzed, glowing leg. My heart-rate quickened.

"What are you doing, Sonia?" I laughed. Fuck, I was feeling like a kid. I was actually nervous and giddy with anticipation. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I became aware that something was going to happen.

She didn't say anything, but kept slinking her way in through the door. Her leg tapered up into a knee, then a thigh, still only a long stretch of bare skin. Then a swatch of red plaid material, thigh-high, broke the advancing skin. I was mildly disappointed, but amused. My cock, still hard, twitched against my pants. And then her face came into view: her pert nose, an eye, her hair. Then she stepped through the door and stood there, smiling, her arms outstretched in a geeky sort of
Ta-Daaa!
I laughed. And she laughed.

"Am I late for office hours?" She was wearing a thigh-high red plaid jumper, the kind that zippered in the front from the neck down to just above her crotch. Apparently, she wore nothing else underneath.

"Well, yeah, I'm afraid my office hours ended about an hour ago."

"Good," she said. And, without another word, she closed my office door, locked it behind her, and stepped around my desk. Her Reef thongs fell away from her feet as she walked, and I watched as she slowly unzipped the front of her jumper. Her golden brown skin glistened under the clothes. A thin film of sweat clung to her delicate skin.

"Sonia, what are you doing?"

Shaking her head, she pressed her index finger to her closed lips. I pressed the head of my cock painfully between my thumb and index finger. I needed the pain to focus me, and I forced myself to breathe.

Sonia eased my chair back on its roller casters, gliding me away from my desk. I planted my feet hard on the floor to keep myself facing her. Her eyes glided over my body, but she wouldn't let them fall onto my own. She was being coy, playing. She smiled and breathed heavily. With a delicate touch, she swept my laptop and a small stack of papers and books to the far end of my desk and, facing me again, let her jumper drop away completely to reveal her naked, shimmering body. I could smell a faint touch of coconut in her lotion. I had to bite my bottom lip to focus.

Focus.

Naked, she slowly, ever so slowly, eased herself up onto my desk, letting her gorgeous young skin drag across the cold wood. She faced me. The carefully trimmed strip of hair on her sex teased, just a few inches from my face. I inhaled deeply. In spite of myself, I let my tongue lick across my lips.

"Oh, yes," she purred, watching me. "Coop, baby."

"Sonia."

Lifting her legs up off the floor, she leaned back on my desk. She leaned back onto her arms, her naked pussy spread open for me, and then fixed her legs firmly to either side of me. She was completely open to me now: exposed, vulnerable, and waiting.

"I need you, Coop. I've needed your tongue in my kitten since the first day I saw you. Lick me, baby. Suck on me, please."

God, I loved how she used the word kitten. That innocence, along with her heady sluttiness, drove me wild. I loved everything about her; I was completely awash in her being. Once again, I was overcome by the desire to have her, once and for all.

Gently, I took hold of her legs, running my hands along her soft inner thighs, down around the perfect, heavy globes of her ass, and up again where I allowed my fingers to brush against her labia. When she moaned in anticipation of my touch, I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the hood of her engorged clitoris. She flinched slightly at the sensation, and then settled down to press her musky cunt against me. I drew my face down onto her gleaming, swollen butterfly and slipped my tongue inside her as far as I could.

"Oh, God," she cried. "Coop, your tongue feels incredible."

"You taste
so
good," I moaned.

"I've waited so long for this," she sighed. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this moment."

I swirled my tongue gently around her inflamed clit, and then settled in to suck and bite at her labia. She shivered as her stomach muscles tightened and flexed involuntarily. I pulled myself from her wet slit and traced a slow, even path down her perineum to her asshole. I sucked and nuzzled at her slick, earthy ring, creating large globs of saliva which I then rolled back onto her, swirled around my tongue, and then swallowed. As I did, I imagined it was my own come, or someone else's come, that I was sucking from her gaping and freshly fucked ass.

Soon I felt her thrusting her anus towards me, fucking my tongue and my mouth with her illicit hole. She pulled my face back slightly so that I could see her beautiful brown ring. It was puckering, opening and closing, winking at me. I blew gently on it. She moaned at the sensation, so I played with her some more, building up her anticipation. I dragged her experience out, making it last. I never wanted this to end.

As she scooted herself toward me, easing her asshole against my tongue, chasing me down with her sex, I again sank my tongue into her. I pushed and prodded and finally wrestled myself past her tight sphincter. As she rode me, her soaking vagina battered my face, and I sank my fingers further into the skin of her ass. My nose did a bump-and-grind against her clit, and this caused her thighs and stomach muscles to quiver uncontrollably.