Talented

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Chapter 3

Chelsea was a little confused when she\'d left the lecture hall the previous night. She hadn\'t really understood what it meant the way her Professor had been looking at her, and how she\'d become his new T.A. All she knew was that when she\'d left, she felt exhilarated.
She was getting ready for their meeting and was deciding what she should wear. She looked through her closet and decided on a black short skirt and a lavender button down blouse. She put on some mascara and gloss before she headed out the door.
When she arrived at his office it was a little after nine. She felt embarrassed to have been late to their first appointment. A little flushed and out of breath from jogging the last two blocks, she knocked lightly on his door. She heard a rustle from inside right before he opened the door. He stood in the doorway with the light from his office glowing from behind him. He looked really nice. He was wearing navy slacks and a deep blue oxford with the last button undone. His hair was done like normal, with pieces of his thick sandy brown pointing every which way, as if he\'d just woken up.
\"Chelsea, come on in.\" he said, interrupting her visual examination of him. She stumbled before she walked into his office. He noticed the blush that had come to her cheeks.
\"I want to thank you again for doing this. It helps a lot. It\'s hard...\" he dropped down to pick up a book he\'d dropped, \"work.\"
\"Well I hope I can do the job\", she said seductively watching his back as he placed the book on the case behind him. She saw him pause when she said this, turn around slowly, and smile.
\"Oh, I\'m sure you\'ll be wonderful.\" He unconsciously licked his lips. \"Oh, um, I wanted to show you something… come over here,\" he said as he led her to the bookcase across the room. There was a glass case that held an old manuscript. They had to bend over to see it. \"It\'s one of the last complete copies,\" he said. Her eyes lit up.
\"Wow…\" She began speaking of a copy she\'d seen in a museum in London. He stood up with her next to him, still bent at the waist. She looked fabulous tonight he thought. Her hair was falling out a bit from her messy bun and a few dark strands cascaded across her face. His eyes couldn\'t help but wander over her neck, along her back, and down to her ass. Being bent over, the fabric of her skirt formed perfectly around her tight butt. A small growl came from his throat. She hadn\'t noticed it, but she stood up and looked at him. He had a look about him: a look of carnal lust, and he smirked at her. She smiled back at him and suddenly she felt warm. They stared into each other\'s eyes, knowing what the other wanted, if not needed. He squared out his shoulders so her back was against the bookcase and he stood closely in front of her. He slowly brought up his hand to her face and caressed herek. ek.
\"Professor I…\"
\"Shhh…\" he said as he rubbed his thumb over her lips. She opened her mouth and began to suck on his thumb. She closed her eyes. His other hand snaked up her side and rested right below her breast. He moved in closer, and kissed up and down her warm neck, focusing in on her collarbone. She moaned, throwing her head back. He brought his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time like he\'d dreamt of for so long. To his surprise her hands were all over him. She was caressing his muscular back and arms. She traced her hands to his chest and to the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer towards her. One of his hands came up and gently massaged her breast. He groaned deeply. He dropped his other hand to her thigh. He ran his fingers over her soft skin. They traced higher and higher past the hem of her skirt and felt the fabric of her underwear. He squeezed ass,ass, and she giggled through their kisses. He lowered his hand back to her thigh and lifted it up, grinding his now hard cock against the her moist area, theirthinthing the only thing holding them back from fully being together. Her body was begging for penetration. Her leg wrapped around him and pulled him towards her. She gasped at the intense feeling of his erection. He lowered his hands to her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped both of her legs around him firmly. Breathing heavily, he carried her to his desk. He slid her onto it, stopping only long enough to wipe everything off onto the floor. When he came back to her she pulled him close for a passionate kiss. He pushed her further down the desk and crawled on top of her. She opened her legs wide for him. His hand ran up her leg, pushing her skirt up, revealing her black, satin underwear. She started to unbutton his shirt, slowly making her way down his chest. She stuck her hands down his pants to untuck the shirt, and purposely grazed over his erection. She watched him shiver in pleasure. She pulls his shirt out abruptly and halfway off him, his arms slightly trapped. His smooth, firm chest makes her need to tough him all over. She pushed the shirt completely off him, releasing his hands, which immediately grasp hold of her waist. They\'re kissing frantically as if it were the last time they would ever touch. His hand lowered to her thigh, fingers dancing on the soft skin. His fingers trailed higher, reaching her underwear and pulled at them. They slid off with ease and he threw them to the side. He unbuttoned her shirt and massaged her breasts. His other hand lingered between her legs, teasing her. He kissed her chest, sucking on the delicate skin. His fingers were centimeters away from her needy sex, and she raised her hips beckoning him to be inside of her. Accepting, he dove inside of her wetness. She moaned at his presence inside her. His excitement becomes even greater at the site of her body in utter pleasure. His thumb grazed over her swollen bud, and she jerked at the stimulation. Her hands caressed his back, and her head found its place in the nape of his neck, breathing heavily taking in his scent. His fingers moved with rhythm inside of her. Her body rose to meet the thrusts of his hand and her breathing quickened. When he felt her body close to climax, he bent fingers sending her moaning in a body shaking orgasm. Their lips meet, a door slams. They jump up in unison, both putting their shirts on hastily.
\"Crap, nobody is in the building this late,\" he said. \"You need to hide, this could be trouble.\" He pushed her underneath the desk, trying hard to hide his erection as he sat at it. He tried to act as though he was doing work as he heard a knock on his door.
\"Come in\" he said. In walked an older woman in a black suit.
\"Hello professor.\" She said. \"How are things going?\"
\"Oh hello professor Martin. I\'m fine. How are you?\" He tried to remain calm, but he couldn\'t help but think of the repercussions of what he\'d just done could be.
\"I actually wanted to talk to you about the alumni celebration next weekend…\"
He listened to her trying hard to not be caught in such a compromising situation. That is… until he felt a hand on his inner thigh.