Chapter 2 - Office Hours

Callie's POV

It's almost 3:30pm? Jesus time really does go by when you're marking review papers. I can already feel my back straining from hunching over in this chair for so long.

It's not the same back strain from completing an intense open tibial reconstruction surgery for 8 hours, but regardless, reading my students opinions and arguments is always good to pass time.

I don't really know why or how I gravitated towards teaching. Surgery had always been my number one passion from a young age, it still is! My father would ensure I received the best tutors, skills practices, and intern opportunities for me to get my foot in the real world. Of course, being the type A virgo that I am, I obviously accomplished a lot from the opportunities given to me.

Now, at 30 I am one of the top orthopedic surgeons in the States with multiple accreditations and consistent groundbreaking research is what I am known for today. Of course I could be in any hospital I want right now, performing almost any surgery I could think of, but I want to be here, teaching.

Maybe it's something about the passing down of knowledge to the younger generation, maybe it's because I enjoy how eager the students are to learn, as much as I am eager to teach them everything and anything I know. Right now, I think taking the time to focus on my students, research theories, and myself is what is needed.

When it comes to teaching at one of the best Medical Teaching Universities in the country, there isn't much to complain about. But, right now, all I want to do is go home and relax on my couch while drinking a bottle of red Pinot Noir.

Before I am able to finish the last of this Theologic Review, a sudden knock on my door interrupts my thought process.

"Come in." I say, slightly annoyed that my departure home was now delayed by a student.

Looking up, I see the blonde hair of the student that interrupted my class this morning.

"Oh, Ms. Robbins. This won't take long." I say, putting away any loose papers on my desk.

"I called Financial Aid, and they contradicted your assertion that your bill was a slight hiccup. They've been trying to get in touch with you." I finish, interlacing my fingers on my brown mahogany desk.

Arizona nods, looking slightly guilty as she walks into my office "There, uh-might be some truth to that." she says in a lower voice.

"Apparently time's up.." I finish the statement for the blonde. It's unfortunate when students have financial issues, but Arizona seems like she isn't too surprised by her financial struggles.

"Yeah, there might be some truth to that, too." Arizona nods, sighing as she fidgets with her wet rain jacket in her arms. Her hair is slightly darker from the sprinkling of rain outside, leaning back in my seat slightly, I continue, "In my mother's day, they'd say someone like you was being smart." I finish with a grin on my face.

"Yeah well, in my day, they just say I'm being an asshole." she chuckles, obviously unfazed to the slight diss I gave her.

Nodding, I can't help but chuckle. This girl knows what she's doing hm? I can't help but watch her expression change into a slight smile, lightly admiring the blue eyes that are staring directly at me.

"But an asshole who knows how to make a hell of an impression." I say while deliberately looking at the student from top to bottom. "And you look like a self-portrait from the famous artist El-Dhubair." I smile.

"A what?" she questions me, obviously not following what I'm getting at.

Damn. She really is gorgeous. She looks young for her age though. But she's smart.. And that's all that counts right? Wait, what the hell are you talking about. You can't sleep with her. You don't sleep with your students. Well there was that pre-med George O'malle- stop. C'mon Callie, take your head out of your ass. I mean unless she doesn't mind… that kind of changes things, right?

"It's a shame you're leaving school" I smile and hand Arizona her transcript paper. "You're a smart one." I finish with a small smirk to see if she notices.

"Like, smart-smart or asshole-smart?" She responds, tilting her head. God she's actually really cute. Almost like a school-girl, kinda cute? Torres..

Acting like I need to take the time to think about my answer, I shrug nonchalantly "Both."

"Close your door on the way out…" I nod. Trying to end this conversation before I do something I know I shouldn't.

Looking over my student once more, I can see she is visually contemplating something as she stands over my desk slightly almost waiting for an invitation. But with my last statement, she seems almost disappointed?

I can't help but watch as a toned legs in dark blue jeans walk towards the exit of my private office.

It's fine, Callie. Not every student is trying to get in your pants, and even if she was? She's what, 19, 20, 21? She's probably a baby lesbian and that just calls for automatic drama.

Trying to convince myself that Arizona Robbins will always just be another student in another of my elective classes, I don't notice the sound of my office door closing and locking shut.

Looking up once again, I see the petite but strong woman staring at me with a blank look on her face.

"What are you doing?" I ask, not sure what her intentions are.

"Why call Financial Aid?" Arizona asks me. Looking around my office, the blonde steps closer towards me. I have to turn my desk chair to the new direction she's coming from.

"I mean, why take such an interest, Dr. Torres?" the blonde continues while raising her perfectly sculpted brow.

Fuck. I'm doing this.

I decide to not jump to conclusions, and cross one leg over the other, knowing my pencil skirt will rise up slightly. I tilt my head trying to read what the blonde is thinking, "Well, it's my job to take an interest in my students." I say with a sultry yet obvious tone to my voice, playing with the pen in my right hand.

Tilting her head the same direction mine is, Arizona nods in agreeance slowly. I can see her thought process as she shrugs her bookbag and jacket off her shoulder and places them on the nearby chair.

"I'm not sure what you think you're doing, but there's a policy against fraternizing with your professors." I say, challenging her one last time. This is completely up to her now.

"Oh.. I don't want to fraternize, Dr. Torres. I-I wanna fuck you." She finishes, as if it's the most casual response.

Nodding slowly, I put down my pen slowly. Giving myself a chance to opt-out, I honestly say fuck it at this point because I can't help myself from getting up and kissing the blonde.

She immediately kisses back as if she's been waiting for this. Waiting for my touch, my warm body against her.

I try to give her what she needs by cupping her cheeks, dominating her mouth with my warm tongue. Pushing her slightly back against the wall, asserting dominance so she knows that this is still my office. For a young woman, she is really fucking talented with her mouth.

I can barely pay attention as she's grabbing my waist and ass all over, trying to bring me closer into her body. Fuck. I don't remember the last time I felt wanted, no, needed, like this.

We both moan into each other's mouth as if in perfect harmony. The rain against my large window blocking anyone from seeing in and hearing what is happening inside my office right now.

The blonde catches me off guard by pushing me toward my desk. I can't help but chuckle slightly as my legs hitting the wooden desk make the belongings shake. God she feels so good. Fuck, keep grabbing my ass like that.

"Take your pants off." Arizona breathlessly whispers into my ear. Before I can respond she is already pushing my pencil skirt up and pulling my black thong down before gesturing to me to sit on my desk.

"You know this is my office, Ms. Robbins.." I say tilting my head back, and to the side. "Fuck.. but if you keep kissing my neck like that.."

The blonde student starts giggling at my antics, before kissing her way down my chest and spreads my legs. God.. she's giggling. You're about to be fucked by a student who is old enough to still giggle like a child. Oh jesus.. This feels good though.

Not wasting anymore time, the blonde has my black thong around my ankles and I lean back so she can reach her desired spot.

Arizona doesn't waste any time before she start's kissing my center. Her full pink lips on me are enough to get me wet, I just need her inside me. "Shh.. be.. Mm.. be quiet" I muffle into my hand.

Leaning back slightly, the blonde gives me a small questioning look, because clearly right now I'm the one making all the noise. It doesn't stop her though, as she leans in between my thighs and continues her movements with her tongue. Fuck.. she feels so good against me..

Breathing heavier, my hips following with the movements of her tongue. I can't help but run my fingers through the blonde's hair and pull her closer to where I need her most. Riiight there.. Oh god, please right there.

Another hard knock comes to the door. Lifting my head back up and moving my hair out of my face, all I can manage to squeak out is "I'm with a student!"

And just like that, the shadow from behind the door walked away and we were alone again. In this large office. Oh my god, I'm gonna cum soon..

As if Arizona could hear my thoughts, she continued to suck the pleasure centre of my core. Slowly manipulating her tongue to circle my bundle of nerves, while caressing my thighs that are covered still by my pencil skirt.

Then it happened, everything stopped. After minutes, it felt like all the stress on my shoulders had melted away. Running my hair through the blonde strands, my respirations increasing as I reach the peak of my orgasm. It's like feeling a burst of ecstacy running through my veins, feeling the warmth through my fingers and toes. The feeling of electricity run through my core, nothing could compare to the pure bliss I am feeling right now.

Taking a second to compose myself, I rest my hands on the shoulders of the blonde who is now staring at me between my legs. Smiling slightly, I look down at her soft features "You enjoying the view down there, Ms. Robbins?" I raise my eyebrow.

"More than you know.." the blonde responds, her voice now slightly raspy. "I should get going though." She stands up and pecks my lips once again. "Thanks for giving me a chance, Dr. Torres.."

Nodding, I smile while putting myself back together. "I'll see you next week. You better not be late for my class again." I say as I readjust my tousled blouse.

"Noted." is all Arizona responded with, before giving me a wink and walking out of my office for the rest of the work day.