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better. “And if you have some plan
with this, if this is some bullshit scam to get something out of
me, it won’t work.”
    “It isn’t.”
    She was still suspicious.
    “ You’re
beautiful and brilliant and I just want you,” he said, and he
seemed sincere. She almost believed him.
She knew she wanted to, and told herself to be careful. Part of her
felt like the punch-line of a joke waiting to happen, but maybe she
shouldn’t be so suspicious and insecure. Maybe he just liked her.
Perhaps if she’d ever had a crush on a professor she might get this
more easily.
    “ You spent
all last year perving at me,” she said. Watched him carefully.
    “Yeah,” he said.
    “ Tell
me.” Still watching.
    “ Every
lecture, all last year. You’re clever.
And hot. You dress well. You have tattoos. And when you talk about
maths you forget you’re in a lecture and for a moment think of us
as people.”
    “I’m not that bad.”
    “ You
are. You really are. You’re arrogant and
dismissive and that’s hot too. But it’s okay, because you’re
smarter than anyone in the room and actually doing us a favor by
talking to us.”
    “ I know
that,” Beth said. “How do you know
that?”
    “ It’s just
obvious. All the other teachers I’ve had,
all the other professors. You answer questions differently, you
just know how to explain it.”
    She sat there for a while.
    “ I really
like that,” he said. “You’re hot, but
smart too.”
    “It doesn’t scare you?”
    “A little.”
    She decided
she believed him. She didn’t know why,
probably just vanity, but she decided she did.
    “Get my bag,” she said, and pointed.
    He handed it
to her. She took out a couple of condoms
she kept in a zipped inside compartment. Stood up and tugged her
undies down, and sat back on the desk. She bit the condom wrapper,
and opened it.
    He started
undressing. Half lifted his shirt off. He
had a nice stomach. Pretty firm, for a compsci and maths
nerd.
    “ Don’t
undress,” she said. “For fuck’s
sake.”
    He pulled it back down.
    “ Christ,” she
said. “Just get it out and fuck me. Try
and be subtle. And lock the door.”
    He stood
there for a moment like he couldn’t work out which order to do
things in. Suddenly he seemed nervous, so
maybe his cockiness was an act and he was a bit insecure too, not
the smug asshole he was pretending to be. She sat there, swung one
leg, kept her face expressionless, let him suffer.
    He decided in
the end and went over to the door. “How?”
    “Put the snib up.”
    He came back over, looked like he was going
to kneel down again.
    “ Fuck,” she
said, grabbed him. “Lay off.”
    She pulled him close, kissed him some more,
unzipped his pants.
    He was
hard. He was twenty-one and hard and
twitching like he was about to come in her hand. She rolled the
condom onto him and looked down at him and just savored that
moment. That cock, that thick hard cock in her hand was about to be
inside her. He was breathing roughly, had his eyes closed. Her
hand, she supposed. She liked that, liked having the power now. Not
always being the one getting head and being desperate. She held
him, pressed her lips to his neck. Breathed on him, and bit, and
kissed. He was shaking, almost. Hot and solid in her hand. He felt
too substantial, more than flesh ought to be.
    She put her
foot behind him, pulled his body against herself, slid his cock
into her. She wanted to be all
controlling this time, like he’d done to her, but couldn’t manage.
She felt all spread and wet and tingly, and he was this hard bar
inside her. She gasped and moaned and felt like she just about
fainted as he went in.
    She hadn’t
been fucked in a year. She’d forgotten
what it was like. Someone else’s breath on her neck, warm skin
against hers, his face pressed to her shoulder. Some else’s groans
and grunts and murmurs that she felt so fucking good as she made
the same noises herself.
    She suddenly
realized she was making noise, and tried to