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had done this to herself. She had closed
the door to light and love and turned the key against happiness. Jules wrote
and spoke in haste, feeling his warmth in her blood; yearning to stand in the
sunlight while her hand moved in a blur on the whiteboard as she struggled to
keep up with herself.
    What happened next was provocative but honest. Sam's
hand touched her shoulder and stopped the equation in mid-air. His left hand
slid to her thigh and her heart lurched. Jules dropped the pen with a start and
it clattered onto the floor reverberating much more than it should in the
large, empty classroom.
    Sam turned Jules around - both of their bodies taut,
both of them holding their breaths; eyes locked together. Jules' eyes were
cemented to his face. She couldn't move; she wanted to rush into him; she
wanted to step into the sun, into the light.
    What is wrong with me? How can I feel this
way when I don't even know him?
    “ I know I shouldn't do this” Sam began, but
Jules' lips were already parted and Sam pulled her to him and their mouths
opened to each other. Their kisses came hard and fast. Lips and tongues moved
with desperation. The big windows at the top of the lecture hall filled the
huge space with watery sunlight.
    Sam's shoe scraped on the floor as he shifted his
weight. His hand pulled her waist toward him and she could feel him rise to her
through her skirt. “Professor, I ….”
    Jules clasped his beautiful, dark head between her
hands and opened herself to him; leaning into his erection with her own desire
which had erupted into lava. He pulled her waist in closer still and his breath
came in short bursts while he turned his face to kiss her neck and hair; his
legs parted, leaning over her.
    “ Call me Jules.” she whispered to him
between his deliberate kisses.
    “ I can't stop thinking about you, Jules. I
love to watch you when you lecture. It turns me on when you turn around to
write on the board. I love the way you move. You are so passionate and you know
so much.” Sam spoke in a low, clear tone. The large hall echoed back their
secret murmurings.
    Sam groaned softly and pushed himself onto her as if he
would take her at any moment. His jeans were tight and hard against her pelvis
and the muscles in his legs were rigid. His hand moved to her chest and felt
for her left breast. She knew from his touch that her nipples had grown hard
inside her blouse. Jules knew she should stop right then and there and retreat
but she could not force herself to step away.
    His palm pressed against her breast as he folded his
hand around it. Sam's forefinger brushed over and over across her nipple. Jules
turned her head and let a sigh go. She didn't mean to let that happen. All the
while his kisses felt around her earlobe and neck. Her heart slammed in her
chest as did this and his erection felt solid on her thigh. His heat burned
into her leg leaving a brand of desire.
    Sam's hand sank to her waist. He lifted her skirt
searching for the waistband of her stockings, pulling them down. His fingers
sought out and found her full, velvety lips which were now very wet.
    “I want you,” he whispered. “You are so lovely, Jules.
I want to know everything about you.”
    His fingers twirled in and around her tight silkiness
with slow, tender touches pushing upwards and around her wet lips; all the
while taking her in with his mouth and tongue.
    “You taste wonderful; like salt and honey.” Jules could
not speak and felt her knees buckle.
    He caught her holding her with his left hand under her
buttocks; slowly parting her legs to touch inside her better. He inserted his
finger and she moaned, only audible to him. He smelled like the forest - a
mixture of Sweet Woodruff and oak leaves. Her desire rose along with his as he
continued to press into her leg so that she could feel his pulse throb at the
crotch. His erection had now grown achingly large and she wanted it.
    Jules felt herself moving with the touch of his fingers
which