I have decided that I will update this story every Friday from now on. I know that the storyline is a bit confusing, hope you can get a hold of it. Enjoy ;)


It went on for six weeks. She kept teasing him, but never actually let him do anything to her. For example, two weeks ago she told him very detailedly how she had left her underwear home that day. She was driving him crazy and enjoying it.

He was still with Emma. Not like actually together, they just lived under the same roof. It had been six weeks since he found out that she was pregnant but they hadn't yet discussed it. It was clear that Emma wanted to keep the baby even though she knew it would be impossible with the baby's real father, who didn't want to be a part of the baby's life. So Emma had decided that she is going to have the baby, by herself or with Owen. They both had the need to discuss this matter, but Owen didn't know how he could explain that he felt bad about growing a child who wasn't his flesh and blood but he felt even more terrible about his relationship with his student and how broken his wife would be if she found out.

Cristina was in good terms with James. She got him to push the wedding to June, after her graduation. This meant that she had seven months until she had to tie her life to James. She loved James and she didn't want him to get hurt, but she wasn't sure that she'd want to spend the rest of her life with him.


"Good afternoon professor Hunt," she said with a seductive smile as she stepped into his office.

"Well good afternoon, Miss Yang." He smiled back. "Okay seriously when are you going to stop with the teasing? I think I got the message," he continued.

"I think this is greatly amusing," she giggled.

Over the past six weeks they had gotten to know each other better, even though those weren't their intentions. He found himself always wanting more of her.

"This is not. When am I going to get some action?" He asked as he pulled her into his lap, straddling him.

"Mmhh... Be patient, I'm worth the wait," she said as he was leaving wet kisses all over her neck.

"I know you are, but I haven't had any activity in six weeks. I have needs." He tried to reason her.

"I have needs too, but I take care of them by myself," she said, kissing him on the mouth.

"You know that I could take care of your needs." He desperately tried to convince her that it was a great idea.

"Oh I'm not so sure about that, I have very high standards." She ran her hands through his hair.

"I can prove it," he said, confidently, his hands traveling to her ass. "I'm serious."

"I know. You will get you chance soon," she kissed his nose and rose from his lap. "I have to go. I need to work on this english assignment, thanks to you," she said, giving him a sarcastic smile.

"C'moon. You know I can't trade grades for sex, especially when I'm not getting any sex."

"You know, I'd have more time to spend with you if I hadn't have to do this assignment."

"I am not going to favor you, that would be unfair."

"Then enjoy your celibacy."

"Or I can just bang my wife."

"Stop that. How are things going with her?"

"Our plan is working. I'm leaving her tomorrow. What about James?"

"I got him to hold off the wedding. We're having them after I graduate, if I then want to marry him."

"Okay. You should go home to James."

"And you should go home to your wife."

He took a deep breath, marveling her face. She was so beautiful.

She rose up from his lap. "Have you ever dreamed about me?" She asked shyly, giggling.

"Yeah. I hate it."

"Why do you hate it? I'm amazing!"

"It's just... In those dreams, we are naked and doing very dirty things to each other. Then I wake up and I feel really crappy because those are just dreams, they aren't real. Why are you asking?"

"No reason. You know, we will be real, someday."

"That is exactly what I have been trying to tell you!"

"We are going to do that. Soon. I promise," she said, very enthusiastically.

"I'd love that. What made you suddenly change your mind?"

"I'm not sure if we are going to go all the way, we are taking things slowly. Maybe you'll just get a taste."

"I like the sound of that, if you mean it literally."

"I do." She left.

She was so confusing. She had been withholding sex for the past six weeks, but now she had suddenly changed her mind?


He arrived home, only to find Emma sitting on the stairs, right across the front door.

"Owen, we really need to talk about this," she demanded.

"Not now. I'm tired," he replied firmly.

"That's the problem. You never want to get into it, you refuse to talk about it!"

He ignored her.

"You need to talk to me! You need to tell me what you feel!"

"You don't really want to know how I feel. I can't tell you, I don't want to hurt you."

"Of course you can tell me."

He took a deep breath. "I can't raise someone else's child."

"I'll get an abortion."

"I can't let you do that, you want this baby."

"I do, that's true. But I want you more."

"Emma that's not going to work out."

"So what do you want? A divorce?"

"No." Leaving her wouldn't be so simple, since they had been together for nearly eleven years. "I think we should separate for a while, to see how we'd manage without each other. I just need time for myself and time to think about how I feel knowing that you cheated on me." Little did she know that she wasn't the only one who had cheated.

Emma was out of the house in one hour, headed towards her childhood home.


He spent the first night alone. Thinking about how all of this had started, eight weeks ago. It all seemed so surreal. He had gotten himself into a huge mess. He wasn't even sure why he was doing this. Nothing good could come out of this. Cristina will get married and he will probably divorce Emma and he could even lose his job, which he liked, very much.

On Saturday evening he called her. He told her to come over and to bring an overnight bag. She made a plan to tell James that she's at a sleepover with her fellow students. Fortunately James bought it and she was on her way.

"Well that didn't take long." He smiled at Cristina and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Don't you ever keep lights on?" She wondered, holding his hand as he pulled her into the house.

"No. Darkness is an old friend of mine," he replied with a smirk.

"I'm going to change my clothes, while you should drag your butt into the kitchen and prepare me something to eat." She changed the subject.

He followed her instructions and dragged his butt into the kitchen. Ten minutes later he felt two small hand around him, marveling his abs, moving to his belt. He turned around to see her, dressed in lacy black bra and panty set and a satin robe.

"Whoa," he said, letting his eyes wander around. "I thought you were going to get dressed. Looks like you have only taken your clothes off," he continued.

"Well I can put more clothes on," she said seductively and tried to leave the room, but he had grabbed her wrist before she could do that.

"I think I am going to have my dinner now," he said and picked her up.

"Your spaghetti isn't even cooked yet," she giggled.

"Oh I wasn't talking about the spaghetti." He carried her to the dining room, which was not so far away. He laid her on her back on the table and grabbed a chair so he could sit down. He pulled her ass closer to the edge, and with a little help from her, he slipped of her panties. He spread her legs with his palms.

"Mr. Hunt..." she moaned. He loved when she called him 'professor' or 'Mr. Hunt', it reminded him of the still remaining authority.

The lust had returned into his eyes as he was smelling in the scent of her sex.

"Please", she begged.

"Please what?" He laughed. "Do you want me to eat your pussy?" He surprised her with plunging in a finger.

She gasped from the sensation of his finger inside of her. "Please do it," she pleaded.

"Say it out loud and you might get what you want", he smirked from between her legs.

"Please professor Hunt... Please lick my pussy," she moaned loudly and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his head closer to her center.

He started slowly, taking his time to play and nibble with her outer labia before licking her pussy multiple times from the bottom to the top. His tongue visited every place it possibly could. He finally started moving his finger inside of her, adding another finger so the first finger wouldn't be lonely.

Her hand left his hair, tying to get a hold from the dining room table she was laying on. "Oh my gosh. Please don't stop, please don't stop!" She screamed as his fingers moved in and out of her in a fast pace. Even though she had had sex only once in her life, she could swear that he was the best lover she was ever going to have.

His left hand left her thigh to move upper to tear down her black lacy bra. His talented fingers quickly found her nipples. He teased them into hard little buds and roughly grabbed and squeezed them, just the way she liked.

Her legs rose into the air from his back as her moans grew louder and louder. She firmly grabbed his hair, pushing her groin to her professors face. "Oh my god, I'm so close, I'm going to come!" She screamed.

"Spread your pussy for me babe," he said hoarsely and added a third finger to her sopping wet cunt.

She moved her hands to follow his instructions and screamed as she felt his teeth slightly scraping against her overly sensitive clit.

"Aahh I'm coming! Oh god yes!" She screamed when she came, her legs shaking in the air, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers.

He was overjoyed that he could cause her so much pleasure. He felt so satisfied when he heard her screaming from the top of her lungs. He was also glad that his house was a detached house so his neighbors wouldn't hear his assault on her. He wanted her to be as loud as she wanted to be because to him this night was all about pleasing her.

"Oh my god. That was amazing," she said, coming back to earth from her high, still panting.

"I'm sorry about how I took your virginity. You never really got to know how good sex can actually be. I am going to make that up to you. I promise." He smiled staring into her eyes with his soulful look.

They had it again. The moment. The moment where the entire world didn't exist. Only thing that was remaining was the two of them. Everything felt so perfect when he was staring straightly into her eyes with that look. If they were a couple, this look would have meant 'I love you'. But since their relationship wasn't about love, Cristina wasn't sure what this look meant. She had said before that all she wanted from his was his you know what, but now that she had gotten to know him over the past six weeks, she wouldn't mind having an actual relationship with this man, in fact she had a tiny, tiny crush on him. But she had to admit that she was only a student and he was her professor. Her married professor. And she was going to get married too. Every time when she told herself that she was never going to marry Owen and have his kids, she couldn't help but to feel a little bit disappointed.

"I think that our food is cold," he finally spoke.

"Yeah."


They had sex that night. Actually multiple times because she just couldn't get enough of him.

But compared to their first time, this time it was more 'making love' than 'fucking'. He took the time to caress her. He made sure that she enjoyed it and that she wasn't in any pain. He told her that she was beautiful. He really did think that she was beautiful, so beautiful that he in that moment thought that hee wanted to spend the rest of his life just looking at her face. He couldn't get enough of her.

They laid in bed together, naked, under the covers, her head resting on his chest. She decided to speak up first. "Thank you." She kissed him softly on the lips. "I loved it," she continued.

"Please call me Owen from now on." He thought that they had reached that level of intimacy, and if they wanted to spend more time together she should call him by his first name.

She giggled. "You love it when I call you Mr. Hunt." She had a huge smile on her face.

So did he. "I love the authority it gives me. Makes me feel like you're all mine."

She moved upwards so that she could stare into his eyes. "I want to be all yours."

He wasn't sure about what that indicated. She continued, "I've had those dreams, you know. Where we have three perfect kids, a dog and a white picket fence."

He smiled at the idea, even though he knew that it would never come true. "I love holding you in my arms. I could do this forever," he said, not being sure if he meant it.

"It's like we have this pink little bubble where only we exist and nothing else matters," she responded.

"Let's run away together. For the weekend," he suggested.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Let's do that."

"You are kidding me," she laughed.

"No I'm serious. Will you go on a weekend trip with me?"


And that is how they found themselves in the Palo Alto airport in Friday afternoon.

"I can't believe that we're actually doing this," she said. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" She giggled.

"Oh c'moon, like you didn't want to go," Owen replied.

"Can you at least tell me where are we going?"

"No. That is a surprise."

"So what are you going to do, blindfold me until we arrive to our destination?"

"Oh, I hadn't even thought about that. Would you like to be blindfolded?" He teased, the question meaning more things than one.

"I think you already know the answer to that," she answered with a wink and moved closer to him so she would be able to whisper int his ear. "Only if you tie me to the bed."

She drove him crazy. And he loved that.


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