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  To Sir, With Lust

  Paige Bennett

  Published by Phaze Books

  Also by Paige Bennett

  The Awakening of Alyce

  Lust and Found

  Beautiful Music

  Cheek to Cheek

  Focused Desire

  This is an explicit and erotic novel

  intended for the enjoyment

  of adult readers. Please keep

  out of the hands of children.

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  To Sir, With Lust

  Copyright © 2012 by Paige Bennett

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  Edited by Tina Marie Smith

  Cover Art © 2012 by Niki Browning

  First Edition September 2012

  ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-695-1

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  An imprint of Mundania Press LLC

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  Chapter One

  Twenty-one year old Kendra Phelps focused her eyes on the man at the front of the lecture hall, leaned closer to her BFF, Aisha, and whispered, “He is smoking hot!”

  Aisha giggled, eliciting a shush from the girl seated behind them.

  Kendra shot the offender a blistering look and turned back. She watched as Professor Ray Simmons walked to the lectern and consulted his notes. He was tall and long-legged, a bit on the slender side. But he had a certain robustness about him—a kind of wiry energy.

  She watched as he paced back and forth across the front of the room, his deep baritone bringing goose bumps to the surface of her skin, though later she’d be unable to recall anything he had said. It was a bedroom voice, capable of making her panties wet. She could easily imagine him saying the dirtiest things to her while they lay in bed.

  Not for the first time, she mused on how damnably attractive he was. Sure, he was 'old', at least as old as her parents, but that didn't matter. She was kind of into older guys. They could teach a girl so much, and they weren't hung up so much on their own satisfaction.

  She leaned toward Aisha again. “I’m going to fuck him.”

  Aisha gasped and gave her a look of disbelief.

  The same girl behind them, shushed again. Kendra gave her the finger and slumped back in her seat, her eyes going back to the target of her lust. She listened as he wound up the class.

  “So, just to recap,” he said, “I want the papers turned in, in two weeks. Five thousand words on the poem of your choice by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Any questions?”

  No hands went up. “And please bear in mind that you’re not first years anymore. I expect a high level of effort and content.”

  That being said, he nodded and dismissed the class. “See you next week.”

  Outside the lecture hall, Aisha grabbed Kendra’s arm and stopped her. “You were so bad in there.”

  “What!” Kendra lifted an eyebrow and smirked at her friend. “I can’t fantasize about fucking a hot guy?”

  “You’re more than fantasizing. I know you Kendra. You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

  Kendra looked around to ensure they were alone. “What, fuck him you mean? Oh yeah.”

  “Oh my God!” Aisha squealed and slapped Kendra on the arm. “You are so bad!”

  Kendra laughed and strode down the hall, her friend hot on her heels. Her mind was a whirl. She was almost dizzy with lust, just thinking of seducing the hunky professor. It would have to happen soon.

  “So, lunch?” she said to Aisha.

  “Yeah, sure,” said the girl. “And then you can tell me how you plan to do it.”

  “Every which way I can think of,” said Kendra with a grin.

  “Oh, you’re soooo bad!” The girls headed toward the cafeteria to the accompaniment of Aisha’s giggles.

  ****

  Ray Simmons slammed his office door, dropped his satchel on his desk, and flopped into his leather office chair. He opened his bottom desk drawer and retrieved a flask of vodka and a glass. He poured a large measure and gulped it down, quickly pouring a second helping. He capped the bottle and placed it back in the drawer, then cradled the glass in his hand while he leaned his head back against the headrest of the chair. He took a small sip of his drink and let it sit on his tongue before swallowing. He followed the heat all the way down his esophagus and felt its welcoming warmth in his belly.

  She’d been in class again today, the African American vixen in the fifth row. Tall, long straightened hair with bangs, and a voluptuous hourglass figure, she was temptation personified, and he was sorely tempted.

  He took another sip. What the hell was he going to do?

  He’d first noticed her about the second week of classes. He’d felt her gaze on him and when he’d met her eyes, it was as if he’d been hit by a taser. Every nerve ending in his body had reacted, including the ones in his dick. He’d had to stand behind the lectern for the rest of class to hide his arousal.

  He’d never had such a profound reaction to a woman before, not even to his ex-wife when they were dating. There was just something so—primal—about the girl. So elemental. She was a siren, a succubus, a mythical seducer of weak men. And he was weak, that’s for sure. Weak for her.

  It had taken incredible willpower for him not to approach her. But he kept his professional obligations in the forefront of his mind. He was her teacher. She was his student. They could not hook up. It wasn’t ethical.

  And then, about a month ago, he played squash with Derek Irwin, another member of the English department. The conversation had been eye opening.

  Derek stepped back and gaped at his squash partner. “Hey man, that’s the tenth shot you’ve missed. What’s got you so off your game?”

  Ray sank to the floor, propping his forehead on his knees. He gasped, trying to catch his breath. “I know. My mind’s just not in it today.”

  Derek grabbed two bottles of water from the sports bag he’d stashed by the entrance to the court, and, handing one to Ray, dropped down beside him. “What’s going on?”

  Ray leaned his head back and sighed. “I’m a little conflicted at the moment, I guess you could say.”

  “Oh? ‘Bout what?”

  Ray took a gulp of his water and wiped his mouth. He glanced at his friend, then, deciding he needed the sounding board, and Derek was a trusted friend, spoke of his dile
mma.

  “It’s a girl,” he said.

  Derek chuckled. “Of course it is. What else would have a man conflicted?”

  Ray gave a wan smile. “Yeah, well, this is different. She’s a student—one of mine.”

  Derek gave Ray a puzzled frown. “So?”

  This surprised Ray and he gaped at the other man. “So! So? That’s all you can say? I tell you I’m having inappropriate thoughts about one of my female students—a twenty-one year old student—and all you can say is so?”

  Derek shrugged and took a drink. “I don’t see a problem. You’re single. I assume she is too. She’s legal age...” He shrugged again, one eyebrow lifting and his mouth quirked at an angle.

  Ray shook his head. “Yeah, well, I feel like a lech.”

  “Well, that’s your problem to overcome. You haven’t even acted on this impulse, right?”

  “Right.”

  “So all you’ve done is have some nasty thoughts and a horny dream or two.”

  Ray felt his face heat up, and knew he was flushed with embarrassment. “Uh...yeah.”

  “Christ, you really are a goody goody, aren’t you?” Derek chuckled and shook his head.

  “Are you saying you’ve had an affair with a student?” Ray asked.

  Derek shrugged and nodded. “Sure. Of course. Like you, I’m single. I’m no monk. And every day I’m standing in front of a seemingly endless supply of sweet, nubile young things who look adoringly for my guidance, and who are quick to let me know that they’re available for all kinds of tutoring...if you know what I mean.”

  “Don’t you think it’s wrong? To sleep with a student? Isn’t it unethical?”

  Derek made a rude noise and huffed. “My conscience is clear,” he said. “I don’t date under aged. I don’t trade improved grades for sex. I use condoms—no exceptions. And I don’t lie to the girls and have them think there’s a future to be had. I don’t see the problem.”

  “I wish I could be as cavalier as you. The girl who’s making me crazy is so fucking hot. I’m losing sleep just thinking about being with her. I’ve even gotten a hard-on in my lecture, like some horndog fourteen-year-old. It’s embarrassing.”

  Derek laughed and slapped his friend on the back. “Oh man, you’ve got it bad.”

  “Tell me about it.” Ray groaned, tipped his head back and closed his eyes. “What the hell am I going to do?”

  “Since you ask me, pal,” said Derek, “I’d say you’re going to fuck her—as soon as possible and with great enthusiasm. That ought to cure you.”

  “Or kill me dead,” said Ray, causing Derek another fit of laughter.

  Since that conversation, Ray had continued to wage battle with his darker self with regards to his lust for his student. But Derek’s final words rang loudly in his head. “Fuck her as soon as possible and with great enthusiasm.” Somehow, it all seemed so inevitable.

  Chapter Two

  Kendra wandered into the lecture hall. The heat of the day, and the previous three classes who had occupied the auditorium, had rendered the air stale and musty. Her nose twitched and she felt sweat bead on her brow and under her arms. With other students pushing their way into the room, she made her way to her customary place in the fifth row to prepare for class.

  She slipped off the cotton button down shirt she’d thrown over her tank top this morning, and tossed it on the seat beside hers. The fold-down chair was hard and confining. Kendra squirmed in her seat but as much as she tried, she could not find comfort. She was itchy, the kind of hot and itchy that had nothing to do with skin irritation and everything to do with sexual frustration.

  She squeezed her plump bare thighs together and tugged at the hem of her short skirt. A ripple of pleasure went through her at the suggestion of pressure on her pussy. She was glad now that she had chosen to forego panties today. Being 'commando' allowed her the delicious sense of naughtiness that fuelled her horniness. She looked around at the other students, all intent on the lecture, and smiled at the sensation she'd cause by just spreading her knees apart. She was glad Aisha wasn’t in class today. She didn’t want the distraction of her friend’s chatter.

  She wondered what it would be like to slowly peel off her tank top and release her breasts from the 46 DD bra. Wouldn't the professor’s eyes just pop out of his head when he caught sight of her huge tits and their enormous dark brown nipples? His cock would be sure to pop up too. Did he have a big cock, she wondered? Was it long and slender? Short and thick?

  She licked her lips and appraised the lower portion of Professor Simmon's anatomy. His pants were loose-fitting, but Kendra was sure she detected the presence of a very satisfyingly large package. Mmmm. Long and thick. He'd have the kind of cock that would fill her up completely. She wouldn't be able to get all of it in her mouth. She'd have to stretch her lips to envelop the glistening purple head of it.

  Kendra felt the slick wetness now sticking her thighs together. She was well lubricated and wanting to feel Professor Simmons’ huge cock slip inside her aching cunt. She licked her lips and looked cautiously around her. Could anyone feel her heat? Could they smell the sex? No one seemed interested. She crossed her arms and felt her hard nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra and shirt announcing her arousal. If only the professor could see. Would he know that her arousal was for him?

  The lecture ended with Kendra unaware of what the topic had been. The other students packed their notepads and started shuffling out, but she knew she could not stand. She watched as the professor began packing up his notes and overheads and she knew if she did not act soon, he would be gone and the moment lost. Moments later, Kendra and Professor Simmons were alone in the lecture hall.

  He looked up at Kendra with an inquiring, faintly panicked, look.

  “Can I help you?”

  Kendra smiled and slowly stood up offering a teasing glimpse up her skirt. He looked startled as if he didn't quite believe what he had just seen. With liquid grace, she descended the steps.

  “It remains to be seen,” she said, her voice husky and suggestive.

  “I'm afraid I don't understand,” he said. He seemed nervous and at the same time intrigued. Kendra moved forward until she stood only a step away from him. She was tall, so didn't have to tilt her head much to look into his eyes. He appeared intently aware of her now.

  “I was just wondering about something,” she said and licked her lips.

  His eyes followed her tongue.

  “And what was that?” he said. She could feel his breath on her face. She smiled and then gently ran her hand across the front of his pants. She could feel his cock jump as her hand lightly skimmed over it. She stepped even closer until her hand was trapped between their bodies. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down the length of his shaft and heard his gasp in her ear.

  “Long and thick, just the way I like it.”

  “I don't think we should be...”

  “Shhh. Don't think. Feel. In fact, feel me.” She took his hand and placed it on her breast where he could feel her nipple poking through the cotton.

  “See how aroused you make me? Or maybe this will tell you.” She took his hand again and guided it to the juncture of her legs. She lifted one leg and braced it on his calf allowing him access to the now wet, slick core of her being.

  His fingers slid along the crease of her pussy and then plunged into her. She writhed and moaned at the thrill his fingers gave her. Her hips began to undulate and she squeezed her inner muscles trying to trap his fingers there. With a throaty growl he captured her mouth with his and plunged his tongue deeply. His fingers massaged her velvety slickness while his thumb rubbed circles around her engorged clit. She was sure she would die from the sheer pleasure of these sensations, when he abruptly stopped.

  Kendra staggered, her legs barely able to support her. She wanted to tear her clothes off and his too. She wanted to impale herself on the huge erection that was now obvious through his trousers. She wanted to ride him hard until her body exp
loded in orgasm and she felt him erupt and fill her with cum. But he had stopped.

  He held her shoulders and leaned his forehead on hers.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His breath was labored.

  She caressed his face. “Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m not. I’ve wanted this a long time.”

  He tensed at her words, then gently pulled back, putting air between them. He shook his head, and lifted his hands up as if in surrender. “You shouldn’t. This is all wrong. I can’t...”

  She watched him turn away, grab his satchel and notes and speed toward the exit. She couldn’t believe it. He was running away from her.

  “Wait,” she called.

  He stopped at the door but didn’t turn around. “Go to your next class, Miss Phelps. Forget this ever happened.” And he was gone.

  She stood stunned for a long moment, then slowly walked up to where she’d been sitting, to collect her books and discarded shirt. As she slipped the shirt over her arms, a thought struck her. Of course. He hadn’t really rejected her. He was just afraid because she was a student and he was a professor. She smiled. The poor baby. He had no idea how to deal with this situation and so he ran. Well, Kendra knew and she wasn’t giving up. She just loved a challenge, and she always played to win.

  ****

  Ray rushed into his office, slammed the door and locked it. He threw his satchel on the floor and dropped into his office chair.

  He groaned. What have I done? Here had been his chance. His fantasy woman—the very woman who had been causing him sleepless nights and a near endless state of arousal—had offered herself on a silver platter and...he’d run away!

  Something was really wrong with him, first to be so obsessed with one of his students, and then, given the opportunity to act out his fantasy, to chicken out. Why?