Why is makeup sex better than anything else? [Mf, Professor, Taboo, Public, Caught]

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Sometimes, every once in a long while, the wrong decision can feel extremely right.

Laci and Vanna, true to their words, helped me forget all about the drama of the previous semester. We spent the entire break tangled around one another, kissing and sucking the misery away. There was no mistaking the emptiness inside, however.

Classes were delayed a bit due to particularly harsh winter storms. When the new year’s snow melted, so did the illusion of my happiness. The girls made it clear that I had an open invitation to their bedroom at any time for any reason. Vanna went so far as to say they’d kick out whichever bedfellow happened to be there in favor of the sexiest teacher she’d ever met. It was actually sweet, in its own strange and shallow way. The kind coeds really did care for me. They just—as Emilia had once said—were at a different place in their lives. Their sexy bodies had helped to numb the aching hurt of being used by a woman I’d truly cared for.

The spring classes were much less exciting than the fall had been. Bored students replaced horny ones. Disinterested lab reports took the place of bound wrists during experiments. I went back to thinking students were to be romantically avoided at all costs. I actually started to heal.

Then, I saw her. I didn’t have the luxury of catching a passing glance from behind. She was exiting the student union as I entered.

“Robert!” she gasped.

I turned around right away and walked at a brisk pace toward my car. I’d get lunch off campus.

“Professor Daniels, please!” Emilia begged, jogging to keep up with me.

“Ms. Taggart, if you have any class-related questions, I’m going to have to ask you to visit during office hours!” I yelled.

I realized the implication of my words.

“But please don’t,” I seethed, spinning on my heels.

“Robert!” she gasped, fighting back a shaky sob. “Please don’t shut me—”

I was gone before she could finish her thought. I was in no mood. Frankly, she didn’t owe me an explanation and I didn’t want one.

___

The midterms passed without incident. Several students dropped the class just before the deadline. Everything was normal, just as it should have been. I tried to ignore the room I sat inside. I tried to forget what had once happened there.

College admin drafted a lovely email that informed professors we would need to pack up any and all supplies before break because cloud disinfectant was going to be pumped in via industrial chemical sprayer while the faculty was out. The collective sigh let out by both full and part time staff was deafening across campus.

I began to slice the frayed duct tape from the tables. There was no way it would survive another spray of disinfectant. Frankly, it was a mess I didn’t want to clean up after spring break. I heard a knock at my door as it opened.

“Knock, knock!” Vanna smiled, leaning in.

I couldn’t fight the grin. It was hard to ignore how much she cared for me, both with her actions and her body. It’d been months since we last—you know.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I smiled.

“You too, Professor Good-Dick,” she saluted.

She took a seat at the rear of the room.

“Don’t stop on my behalf. In fact, if you’ve got another box cutter—”

“I can’t give a student a box cutter!” I laughed.

“Oh, but you can give her your dick?” she giggled.

I raised an eyebrow and rested my forearms on the table I was cutting tape away from.

“Well, one’s much more dangerous than the other.”

“True enough,” she admitted. “One can split me wide open—”

I knew where she was going with it, but I let her finish the joke regardless.

“—and the other’s a box cutter.”

I laughed and glanced up to her face.

“I miss you, ya know,” I admitted.

“I do,” she nodded. “Me too, actually.”

I stretched my arms behind my back and stood to face her.

“So—is this an invitation?” I smiled. “I know it’s been awhile since we had a break together.”

She rocked her head.

“I mean, I’d love that. Laci’s got a boyfriend now and goes on and on about how much she loves him,” she laughed.

“Really?” I gasped. “I didn’t think she was the ‘boyfriend’ type.”

Vanna shrugged.

“She’s really not. It’s gonna end messy, like everything always does.”

“Well—you’re more than enough bedfellow for me, Vanna,” I smiled. “I’m really down for a little—”

“That’s not why I’m here,” she admitted.

“Then, why?” I queried.

“Paving the road,” she admitted. “Listen, I’ve been watching you. You’re a fucking mess.”

My mood crashed like a meteorite, falling to the Earth. I felt heat in my cheeks from the anger that still brewed in my mind.

“Honestly, I’ve got a boyfriend too,” she smiled. “Not as big as you, though.”

She gave me a wink.

“He’s kind. He takes care of me. The kid’s in engineering. He’s so damn corny. I just—”

“Then why the fuck are—” I growled.

Emilia pressed a nervous face through the crack of the center door.

“Fuck this!” I roared, marching toward the rear exit.

“Don’t move a fucking muscle, Good-Dick!” Vanna yelled.

I gritted my teeth and rotated slowly.

“What is it?” I asked.

Vanna stood and walked down the center aisle.

“You wonder what the redhead bitch could have said to make me change my tune?” she asked.

“Nice, Vanna,” Emilia groaned.

“You know how much I was on the hate train, right alongside you,” Vanna continued.

“*This is how you help?*”

“Yeah, so?” I asked, mildly curious.

Vanna sat in what had been Emilia’s seat in the front row.

“Hear her out, Good-Dick,” Vanna smirked. “I’m here as a mediator.”

I closed my eyes. Just as I was starting to get over Emilia, there she stood, cute and perfect as ever. I exhaled slowly, calming myself. I finally resolved to take a seat beside the podium.

“Five minutes.”

Emilia mouthed a thank you to Vanna, then approached me—standing before me like a defendant trying to avoid death row. She seemed to have some kind of speech prepared, but her determined visage cracked and faded as she stood before me. Tears began to flow. They didn’t seem purposeful.

“I’m so sorry!” she blubbered. “I miss you *so* much. I just—”

“You miss me, so I can forget how you fucked me just to get four grand?” I asked.

“It’s not—” she shook her head. “I mean, that is true, but—I mean it started like that—but—”

“But what, Em?” I barked, eliciting a new bundle of sobs.

“Daniels,” Vanna groaned, looking down her nose at me.

I frowned and opened my hands to the crying woman.

“Sorry for cutting you off. Go ahead.”

She sniffled and wiped her nose with a tissue. She looked back to me a moment later.

“Yeah, I mean,” she shrugged. “I wanted the money, but so did everyone else in class. I started with that good girl attitude, but didn’t think I had a chance with you when girls like—”

She motioned to Vanna and raised her eyebrows at me, as if Vanna could hold a candle to Emilia’s beauty.

“Anyway,” she cleared her throat. “I just like—flirted, but I didn’t expect you to—”

She raised her eyebrows.

“You know,” she smiled. “When I saw you at the bus stop, my heart was racing. I was like—out of my mind. I hated that the situation was what it was. I didn’t actually take your tie that first time. I just—”

She steepled her fingers and tapped them together, seemingly ashamed of her words.

“Okay, I got kinda jealous,” she admitted. “I thought that if I won the contest—the other girls would stop trying to sleep with you.”

“But they weren’t—” I groaned and cupped my face. “You were what I wanted. You! I didn’t give a shit about the sexy shit everyone else was doing. I just—”

I let out a loud *ugh* as I exhaled in frustration.

“Emilia, you didn’t have to ‘lock me down!’” I barked. “Plus, it did exactly the opposite.”

“I didn’t think you’d find out so fast!” she retorted. “I was going to tell you at my own pace, maybe take you for a nice dinner somewhere fancy and—”

“With your four-thousand dollars?” I asked.

“Yes!” she bit back. “I got four grand out of the deal. Is that what you wanna hear? I did. I’m living at the sorority house rent free, and I’m fucking miserable!”

“Crying all the way to the bank, I’m sure,” I grumbled.

Vanna raised an eyebrow and shook her head.

“Sorry,” I retracted.

Emilia collected herself and stepped a bit closer to me.

“I miss you so much,” she whispered. “I think about you every single day. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I saw you, and all the feelings came flooding back.”

I swallowed and nodded.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “That sucked.”

“This whole thing sucks,” she groaned. Emilia took in a shaky breath. “I’ll give it all back.”

“What?” I chuckled.

“All four grand,” she explained. “I’ll give it back, if that’s what it takes to get you to forgive—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I grunted, rising to my feet.

“I’m not!” she chirped in a tone that was supposed to sound determined. “Robert, you’re worth it!”

“Fucking shit,” I shook my head.

Vanna stood and walked up beside Emilia.

“What’s the point in punishing yourselves?” she asked. “She fucked up, like, big time, but she wants you. She’s totally into you. I even told her about Christmas break.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Look, you were hurting,” Emilia shrugged. “Plus, I’m not really the jealous type. I don’t mind sharing, and I don’t care that you slept with them. Honestly—I probably might have—”

Emilia trailed off, staring at Vanna for a moment.

“I’m saying,” she cleared her throat. “I don’t resent you for it. I just miss you. I never should have—I hate myself for hurting you.”

I closed my eyes and began to tear at the duct tape on the desk.

“I don’t need your pity,” I sighed. “How do you expect me to forget that—”

“Oh, give me a fucking break!” Vanna interjected.

We both turned to look at her.

“I mean, did you forget how you played all the little sluts in your class last semester?” she chuckled. “Emilia is a bitch, true. . .”

“*Hey!*”

“. . .But you’re a gigantic douche for trying to have your cake and fuck it too.”

“Once Emilia and I started—” I began to object.

“You stopped fucking around with all the other students in your class?” Vanna laughed. “What a regular humanitarian you are.”

She was right. I didn’t exactly allow time for the grass to grow under my feet before hopping back on top of Laci and Vanna after I dumped Emilia, either.

“Give her a chance, dude,” Vanna laughed. “She’s literally on her hands and knees here *begging* you to take her back.”

“If that’s what it takes, I’ll drop in a heartbeat,” Emilia whispered.

“Good to know,” I winked.

She smiled for the first time since I saw her again.

“Can we at least,” Emilia took a step toward me. “I wanna give it a shot. I just want one day to—”

“Vanna get the hell out,” I relented.

“I don’t know if I should,” she laughed.

I looked at her and nodded. Vanna raised her eyebrows.

“Wow, really?” she smiled. “Well, hot damn Professor Good-Dick, glad I could help.”

She walked across the room and set a hand on Emilia’s shoulder.

“You okay, honey?”

Emilia nodded.

“Thanks, Vanna. I owe you—”

“You don’t,” Vanna smiled. “Good luck.”

Vanna turned to face me.

“It’s really nice to see you again, Daniels,” she smiled. “Hope you two can work this shit out.”

A few clicks of her heeled boots later, and Vanna was at the door. She looked back at us and inhaled. She gave a wave, then disappeared, leaving Emilia and me alone.

Emilia wouldn’t even look forward. She was shaking.

“I really would take it all back,” she breathed. “If I could start over, meet you after class and—”

“Stop,” I interrupted. “I can’t. I’ve been blind to my own shortcomings and—choices in the matter. If anything, I’m far more at fault than—”

“I lied to you, Robert,” she frowned. “I lied big time and tried to hide it so we could keep being whatever it was we were that was based on that lie.”

“Then let’s tear it down,” I decided, setting my palms on the desk above me. “Let’s start over. I want to—I miss you too, Em. I miss you so much.”

She rolled her lip inward and nodded.

“All the way from the beginning,” she agreed. The redhead marched out to me and stretched her alabaster freckled arm forward. “I’m Emilia Taggart. I’m a sophomore here and I think—”

I touched her palm and began to shake it. We both froze. I couldn’t forget the past. Maybe I didn’t want to. I could smell the perfume from her chest. I could feel the heat rising off her skin. I saw the familiar blush cross her chest as she exhaled and locked eyes with me.

“I can’t,” I admitted.

Emilia nodded.

“I understand, Rob—”

**XXX**

I dragged by her hand to me and cradled Emilia in my arms. She was breathing quickly and studied my lips, waiting for them to approach hers. It didn’t take long.

I kissed Emilia as a man who’d longed for the taste of her. Like war-torn lovers who thought they’d never see one another again, we stroked and groped.

I ached for her everything. I tore her canary yellow top down off her shoulders and freed her tits. She gasped.

“Thought we were taking this slow,” she smiled.

“You want to?” I asked.

Her fingers were already wrapped around my erection underneath my sweatpants.

“No,” she admitted. “God, no. I need you. It’s been so long.”

I knelt between her legs and worshipped at her sex. I hiked her jean skirt up to her hips and dragged down the black leggings that had been keeping her warm in the March air.

“Oh, my God! I should have shaved!” she exclaimed without thinking.

“Your legs are fine!” I began. “What are you—oh.”

A thick bush of reddish hair sat above her pubic bone, greeting me and proving that the carpet did indeed match the drapes with Emilia. She was a natural redhead.

“Oh, don’t judge me!” she covered her eyes. “It was a long, cold, lonely winter, okay?”

“Honestly?” I smiled. “It’s kind of hot.”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

“My cute little pervert,” she laughed. “You wanna just—”

She gasped as I slipped a finger into her and began to work her clit.

“Goddamn! You are good at that!” she giggled.

She was getting wetter by the moment. That was the beauty of youth. She only needed a few moments to get hopelessly turned on, at least with me.

I backed her up onto the desk she had used as a student and ate her out with an utter disregard for the appropriateness of the situation.

“Robert!” she moaned, gripping the tabletop. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop!”

I pulled back.

“What is it?” I laughed.

“It’s been a long time, okay,” she winked. “I’m not gonna last long and I wanna finish with you. Sit down and let me suck you.”

I shrugged. How could I say no to that?

She flipped up her desk and knelt between my legs, freeing my cock and dropping my pants around my ankles.

“Oh, I missed you!” she exclaimed, examining my erection and biting her nail. “It’s such a handsome dick, isn’t it?”

I smiled and laughed.

“You’re adorable,” I muttered, caressing her cheek.

She wasted no more time on words, taking my cock into her mouth with eagerness and skill. I rolled my eyes back and leaned against the chair.

“Fu-ck!” I laughed, grabbing handfuls of her hair and forcing the woman to move at the pace I wanted.

“Miss my hair, too?” she laughed, taking a momentary breather.

“Its so fucking gorgeous!” I smiled.

“And very tuggable,” she laughed, resuming her work.

I sat enjoying the oral assault for a few minutes before experiencing a bit of the same build within me that she had. I pulled up her shoulders and kissed her delectable lips.

“Worktable, now!” I ordered. Truly, I’d had a fantasy about throwing her over it for the entirety of last semester.

“I always dreamed of you fucking me on that!” she exclaimed.

I knew I’d picked a woman on my own wavelength.

We climbed atop the hard, solid, wooden surface and she winced.

“I’m putting my clothes under my knees,” she laughed, dragging her shirt over her shoulders and dropping her bra a moment later.

“Fuck!” I gasped, grazing her tits with my fingers.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, taking my dick inside her. “Oh my—oh, holy—wow.”

“Wow!” I echoed, sliding up slowly. “You feel so—so—oh, my God!”

We both laughed and kissed each other, making love in the very place we met. It was a huge fantasy and a massive turn on for the both of us.

“I’ve never even—” I gasped. “Holy hell, this is so *bad!*”

“And I love being bad for you,” she returned, stroking my face. “I know everything isn’t perfect, but it feels so—right!”

We made love slowly, enjoying each other in long purposeful strokes. She would nibble at my neck, and then my ear. As she whispered “*I missed your cock*” I realized that I was reaching the end of the road at an embarrassingly quick pace. I started making more shallow strokes inside her.

“You gonna come already?” she asked, wiggling her hips and nodding her head.

“Not if I focus!” I laughed.

“But—baby—” she moaned in-between words. “I’m already—oh, my God!”

I had no idea she was that close. I was trying to recite every digit of Pi I could remember in my mind and was hardly in the same room, mentally speaking. Hearing her come for me, and feeling her squeeze me, I couldn’t help myself. I really hoped she was *still* on the pill. I didn’t even care in that moment. I gushed inside her tightening pussy with my orgasm and thrust as deep as I could.

She kissed me rough, sucking my lower lip and giggling as she continued to rock and shudder from her own orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, wrapping her arms around me. She rose up and fell down a few more times and kissed my shoulder. Emilia started to laugh and covered her mouth.

“That was fucking amazing,” I smiled.

“It—wow,” she grinned from ear to ear, stroking my hair.

Emilia held me tight as she collapsed atop me. She hadn’t stopped giggling. She stroked my chest a moment longer.

“Good news is, I can help you pack up so we can finish earlier,” she whispered, swirling a finger around a wiry hair.

“You want to finish again that soon, Ms. Taggart?” I raised an eyebrow.

She popped her eyebrows and kissed my chest.

“Over and over, forever and ever,” she laughed, “as long as it’s that good, you’re stuck with me.”

She sat up and hopped off the table. She tucked her red hair behind her ear with a nervous chuckle.

“I mean,” she corrected, “I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I know good sex doesn’t solve all the issues that—”

I rolled my legs off the table and held a finger to her mouth.

“Talk less,” I smiled. “For once in my life I’d like not to overthink something.”

I wasn’t sure what the future held for Emilia and me, but I was more than willing to try it out. We’d actually be able to date. Maybe we’d leave out the finer points of how we first met. She pulled her bra up and stuffed her tits back into their holsters.

“Oh, how I hate to see them leave,” I winked.

“But you’d be even more embarrassed if someone walked in and saw them, right?” she laughed.

You know. I should have seen it coming. My life was like a sitcom, mixed with a romantic comedy, peppered with a heavy-handed sprinkle of porn. I should have screamed out “no!” while dramatically lunging to cover her still-exposed lower half. Instead, as the lock turned at the back of the classroom, I simply moved in front of her and decided to expose *my* lower half to our incoming guest.

“Rob, you already get lunch or—” a male colleague asked as he unlocked my door. One of the tenured senior faculty members of the Chemistry department popped into the room and stared, before turning around.

“Wait, Leonard!” I called. “Just don’t, uh—look!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, Rob!” he returned covering the side of his face. “Ugh—”

He groaned and shook his head.

“Tell me she’s not your student,” he sighed.

“Well,” I laughed. “No, she’s not.”

“Oh, thank God,” he exhaled. “I’d have to report that. For this—just—get your clothes back on and we can forget—”

“She’s my girlfriend!” I replied. “Figured we should probably tell the faculty—”

“Before you even think about dating,” he nodded. “Yes, I’m glad you told me so that I could *strongly advise* you to report this possible relationship to the college dean first, long before you consummate it. That’s a very wise choice for an up-and-coming professor, Rob. You’re right.”

I laughed and slipped my underwear up. I dressed as quickly as I could.

“Very kind of you, Leonard,” I nodded. “You know we weren’t—”

“Really?” he asked. “Because it sure looks like you were.”

He groaned and ran his hands through his hair.

“Every goddamn year I catch a foolhardy adjunct or TA with some cute little blonde, or redhead in your case, and I have to report them because they can’t keep it in their pants.”

“Well, Emilia isn’t my student, like I said, so it’s no worries at all,” I nodded.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed. “Just the worry of banging it out in your own damn classroom in the *middle of the day!*”

Yeah, that wasn’t very bright.

As soon as we were both dressed, we marched over to Leonard who turned cautiously. He checked me first and then her.

“You look familiar,” he tilted his head. “Have we met?”

“Uh, nope!” she smiled shaking her head. “Must be someone else.”

“Leonard, this is Emilia Taggart,” I smiled. “She’s—”

The senior professor turned with a look as though he’d just seen a ghost.

“Taggart,” he repeated, “you mean—like—the Taggart pathology wing over in microbiology?”

“No, nothing like that!” I smiled. “She’s—”

Emilia was looking away. It definitely wasn’t the same family. Emilia was poor. She took the bus. She needed the money for her sorority challenge.

“No, Emilia isn’t—” I chuckled again. “It’s ridiculous, right?”

She still wouldn’t make eye contact.

“You’re not the same—” I stammered. “You’re—poor!”

“Then how does she attend an ivy-league school, Rob?” Leonard asked. “Did you even bother to—Jesus this is sloppy.”

“Scholarships, right?” I nodded. “You must have—”

She shook her head. Emilia was downcast. I could see it in her eyes. Leonard’s connection was accurate.

“Congratulations, Robert,” my colleague groaned. “You’re dating an heir to one of the richest family fortunes in Massachusetts.”

 

*I had SO MUCH FUN with this series. I’ll definitely be continuing the adventure very soon–but their “season” is done for a bit. In the meantime…how bout a slutty sexy sample of my new story? Enjoy!*

 

I got out of the pool a few minutes later and I made my way toward the bathroom attached to the deck. It was incredible. The doorway opened and I saw a room designed for bathing that was larger than my entire apartment. There were two sinks with *ample* black granite countertop space. The whirlpool tub on the left of the room looked inviting and spacious. I couldn’t help thinking how badly I wanted to be ravaged in it. I wasn’t particularly thinking of Clyde.

The thing no one tells you about the filthy rich is *just how different* their lives are than those of peasants. I took a few steps into the cavernous room and noticed a hallway. There was a walkway and then a glass room surrounded by thick jungle-like foliage. It was a shower. Don’t misunderstand me. The room didn’t contain a shower. The *entire room* was a shower. The floor was a drain. The entire ceiling dripped from an apparently recent use. I tried not to think about Mr. Robinson’s absence from the pool for several minutes. I failed.

It was especially bad when I noticed a tight black and red bathing suit in the middle of the hallway that led to the shower-room. My jaw fell. Probably just on the other side of the far wall there was a naked man whom I desired in spite of myself more than my sensibility should have allowed. I set my clothes down on the sink and marched forward like a zombie, eyes fixed on the discarded garment.

I reached down and picked it up. The fabric was chilled and wet. I could only say half of the same about my own body. My hands trembled and shook. What the fuck was I doing? I was like an animal, totally out of control. I dragged it up to my nose and sniffed, hoping for some hint of his scent. It smelled like tanning oil and saltwater. I took another deep breath. I imagined my nose that close to his body. I pictured it in my heart of hearts. I slipped a hand under my bathing suit bottoms.

The door flew open. I gasped in panic. I saw his nude form cross in front of the shower hallway, and I glanced for a moment, wide-eyed, before turning away.

Mother—of—God.

Is it strange to say his cock didn’t make sense? Well, his cock was nonsensical. It was a veiny monstrosity. In the one step I saw him take, it bobbed like a battle-axe at a barbarian’s side before he entered battle. His fuzzy body was manly and strong. His oblivious face was one of searching. I wondered what he could be looking for.

*Fuck,* I thought to myself.

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