Deadly Class
Class Eight: Wanna Live Free, for Me
"Honestly, you're starting to creep me out," Neal said. It didn't make Emma's smile waver any less.
"Why?" she cheerfully asked.
"College students should not be this happy. We're all inclined to being depressed or hungry."
"You're the only one whose always hungry," Emma shot back.
"Just wait until you become a junior and all those free meal swipes go goodbye," he tsked. Today they were in the art studio and Neal had asked Emma to come over so she could help him pick which pieces should be presented to his professor. Emma didn't see how she could help, especially when she had no eye for art.
"But seriously," he continued, flipping through some charcoal pieces and getting the soot on his fingers. "Why are you happy? Whose given you the time of day?"
"Huh?" Emma was confused by his terminology.
"You know," he winked. "Some good ole sweet loving."
"Nobody," she rolled her eyes. So this was the real reason Neal invited her over- to squeeze the truth out of her.
"Oh come on Em. You've been pinning over your professor for years-"
"I've only been here for about four months!" Emma protested.
"-And we wanna know if it's something because of her or not!"
"Neal, get real," Emma rolled her eyes. "She's a professor. She would never jeopardize her career over a student. She doesn't even really talk to me. We're just student and teacher. And besides, I know it's going to be impossible to land her, so I'm living with the fact that she's just hot and I can appreciate looking at her from a distance." Wow, the amount of lies Emma was spewing right now.
"Okay, so then it doesn't have to be her. It could be someone else. Some other chick."
Thankfully she was spared from further questioning by her phone.
It was a text from Regina. Inviting her to have lunch in the office with her.
Emma bolted up from her seat. "Gotta go," she grabbed her stuff in a hurry. "Something came up."
"Sure. Just tell me all the details later!" Neal called after her as Emma rushed out of the room.
Emma got to Regina's office ten minutes later, out of breath.
"Did you run here?" Regina asked in amusement. She was wearing a silky blue shirt today, the material almost shiny and woefully, her shirt was buttoned up the top.
Next to her on her desk was two take out boxes from the local deli on campus. "Maybe," Emma answered as the warm smell of food hit her.
"I wasn't sure what you would like, but I figured you young adults thrive on fatty foods and sugar, so I got you both," Regina said with a hint of amusement and nudged the container with french fries and a grilled cheese sandwich towards her. A Styrofoam cup with hot cocoa was also for Emma and Emma was surprised at how aptly Regina had guessed what Emma would eat.
"Wow, you must have like a sixth sense or something. This is exactly what I would have ordered. But seriously, you don't have to get me food, I can-"
"Nonsense," Regina shook her head, opening up her own container. "I can't have my girlfriend collapsing on me."
A warm thrill ran through Emma at those words. Girlfriend. She was officially Regina's girlfriend.
"What?" Regina arched a brow as she drizzled ranch dressing on her salad, noting Emma's suddenly sappy look.
"You called me your girlfriend," Emma gushed.
"Would you have rather I called you my boyfriend?" Regina asked, not quite getting why Emma was so happy. Maybe it wasn't a big deal for Regina who had dated many before, but this was Emma's first official relationship. It meant a lot to her.
Emma shook her head. "No, it's nothing." She bit into her sandwich. "So, what are you doing today?" It was a Thursday and Emma usually expected to see her professor on the class days but this was a nice surprise.
"Grading, as usual. I'm afraid nothing too interesting," Regina answered. "Though I will be running a lab shortly with a colleague who needs my help." She shook her head in annoyance. "He's an idiot. I told him not to do a cross cultural examination because he wouldn't have enough time to do it before the research paper was due on it, but naturally he did not listen."
"What's the research on?"
"Tip of the tongue phenomena," she answered, "which is something you'll get to see later if you take more classes in psychology."
"I am thinking of taking more classes," Emma said. "The field is interesting."
Regina smiled, teasingly. "Are you sure it's the field and not me that's interesting?"
Emma flushed. "Uh, well you know. Both."
Regina chuckled at Emma's expression. "You are adorable."
They finished their meal by making small talk about events on campus, books they liked to read, and when it was over, Emma got ready to leave.
"You can stay if you'd like. I don't have any meetings, just some emails to send out," Regina said when Emma threw out the trash.
"Sure, I'd love to." She didn't have class until two pm. Regina began to type away on her computer and Emma took out some work so she could work on that and let Regina do her own thing. Even just being next to Regina was nice. But as the time ticked by, Emma couldn't help but think of their date night.
As Emma chewed on her pen end, she also couldn't stop thinking about the kiss in the car. About how she'd wanted to straddle Regina's lap. She badly wanted to try that. Could she...?
She pondered and agonized over it a couple minutes more before Regina spoke. "What's wrong? You've been boring a hole into my head with your eyes."
"Is it...alright if I try something?" Emma asked, throat dry and heart thumping.
Regina nodded her head and Emma took this chance to get up out of her seat and smoothly straddle Regina's lap. This action took Regina by surprise but not unpleasantly. Her hand automatically settled on Emma's hips so as to prevent the blonde from falling off.
Now that Emma was here...she wasn't as sure of herself any more. But when Regina tilted her head upwards, it was like she was giving Emma express permission.
Emma kissed Regina, a hungry sort of kiss despite the fact that she had ate lunch. Her fingers curled in the collar of Regina's shirt, holding on tightly as their lips parted and came together several times, the two of them thoroughly making out like two teens. They spent a good while doing this, just savoring the touch of each other, and Emma could spend all day doing this if she could. A happy whimper escaped her lips as she felt the heat of Regina's body through her shirt.
God, this felt so good. Her body was aching with arousal and she wouldn't even mind being taken right here right now but she knew it wasn't yet time for it. She contented herself with just the feel of Regina under her.
And then all of a sudden Regina's hands slid down to Emma's thighs to hold her there and she was standing up, pushing Emma on top of her desk, and fitting right in between Emma's legs.
Oh.
Emma found she liked this new position even better. She whimpered as she wrapped her legs around Regina's waist to draw her in even closer. Her hands went up into Regina's hair, mussing it up as her lips descended down Regina's neck, pressing hot kisses there.
Regina arched her neck so Emma could get better access, laving up to her jaw bone and kissing behind her ear or on her pulse point. Regina let out sounds of appreciation, her nails raking up and down Emma's clothed thighs, each passing of nails making shivers go down Emma's spine as she resisted bucking up her hips into Regina's stomach.
All too soon it was over, Regina pulling away, breathing a bit heavily through her nose. Emma let out an unhappy whimper to which Regina gave her a peck to soothe her. "Don't you have class soon, Emma?" she asked regretfully.
Emma looked at her phone. 2:03.
Shit.
Class had already started! And she couldn't afford to miss this one because they were reviewing material for the final!
"Fuck," she cursed quietly and untangled herself from Regina's hold. She grabbed her bag and threw a hasty 'thanks for lunch' over her shoulders before rushing off. Regina watched her go as she patted down her hair to make it look more presentable.
"She has my lipstick all over her mouth," she murmured to herself because it was too late. Emma was already off.
Neither of them realized until later that the door had been unlocked and anyone could have walked in.
"What's up with you? Did you make out with a clown?" Ruby asked when she and Emma met up for dinner. Emma was a bit antsy, still feeling aroused from the make out session with Regina.
"What are you taking about?" Emma asked as she dipped her fries in ketchup.
"There's lipstick all over your mouth."
Emma wiped at her mouth and it came off red. Her cheeks turned a matching shade of red. Suddenly it made a lot more sense why people looked at her weird in class today. It hadn't been simply because she was late.
"So, who'd you make out with?" Ruby asked, leaning back and waiting for the gossip to be delivered.
"No- I just- fuck, I put on lipstick and I didn't like it and I tried wiping it off but I guess I didn't do it right," Emma fibbed quickly. She was going to have to do a lot more lying to protect her relationship from her friends.
Ruby seemed to believe this as it was, in her words, a 'totally Emma' thing to do.
Emma wiped the rest of the lipstick off. That was close. She had to be more careful.
Regina ended up taking Emma out for a date two more times, for a grand total of three dates so far. The second date was to a bowling alley for a more 'chill evening' and the third time was to a jazz club out of town where they listened to sweet jazz being crooned out over a very nice dinner.
Regina was all dressed up for it, wearing a navy blue dress, with Emma quickly discovering there was no such outfit she did not like on the professor. She could wear a plastic bag and Emma would still drool over it.
Emma was wearing her second dress to this and she decided she would have to buy another if Regina kept taking her to fancy places.
So far, nothing had happened after their dates and Emma wondered when they would sleep together. She had been reading up on a lot of things and she couldn't wait to try it with Regina. But the professor hadn't said anything about it. Was she waiting on Emma to make the next big move?
If so, Emma was going to have to go for it, because she didn't know how much longer she could handle all those sensual kisses before bursting into flames. As Regina watched the show, Emma mainly watched her. Watching Regina's features change with joy or wonder on the songs that came up or at the comedy show that followed the jazz band, was like watching living art.
Emma wanted to figure out a way to make Regina laugh like that. But she didn't know how.
They left the club, bellies full and steps a bit tired as it was now late.
"What's on your mind?" Regina asked. "You were staring at me again."
This was it, an opening.
"Regina...I want to stay the night," Emma voiced hesitantly as they drove back in the car.
The professor didn't say anything for a while so Emma didn't think she'd heard. She was about to repeat it when Regina asked, "you're certain?"
"Yes," Emma breathed out, filled with anticipation.
The whirring of the car grew louder as the car speed up.
Emma found herself moaning into Regina's mouth ten minutes later as the professor pushed her up against the door of the bedroom, trying to find the handle to open it. Emma held on with all her might to her as they stumbled in, making way to the bed.
"I've never...never actually had sex before," Emma breathed out between breathless kisses. This stopped their frenzied make out session. Regina's mouth and hands stilled.
"Oh- I didn't mean to- we don't have to-" for once Regina was stuttering. Emma found she quite liked the sound of it. "I should have known. You said you'd never dated before and-"
"No. I'm fine. I really want to do this. I want you to be my first," Emma said, already leaning in to kiss Regina again. For a second she swore she saw guilt flash along the brunette woman's face. But it was gone, replaced by lust once more.
"I'll try to be gentle. Tell me if you don't like anything," Regina said before pushing Emma right onto the bed. Emma landed on the covers, knocking out what little breath she had in her. She stayed there, lifting up on her elbows as Regina unzipped the back of her dress and let it pool on the floor. Even though it was dark the moonlight coming in through the windows was enough for Emma to see all the shapes and curves of Regina's body. Her jaw dropped open and she gasped out loud.
"Wow," was all she could think to say. All her nerves about having sex for the first time went out the window. All she wanted to do was touch Regina. To get her hands on those breasts and leave nail marks running down her thighs.
Regina chuckled, confident. "I get that a lot." She crawled on top of Emma, kissing her as her hands went to help Emma undress herself. The dress went to the floor, followed by bra and then panties. Emma was finally exposed and she felt a bit shy about it, going to cover her breasts with one arm.
"Don't cover up. You're beautiful," Regina whispered, moving Emma's hand to the side. Regina pressed closer to her, the material of her bra pressing against Emma's breasts. A thigh slid in between her own and Emma moaned. She was so wet, she knew Regina could feel it.
"Move back," her professor instructed her and Emma parted long enough from Regina's lips to move back on the bed, settling down on the pillows. And then they were back to kissing, Regina rocking gently into Emma, hands exploring her flesh with light almost teasing caresses. Emma's head is spinning like that time she got drunk and she clings onto Regina's shoulders as the woman's hand finally arrives between the apex of her thighs. The first press of fingers on wet overheated flesh has Emma nearly keening in joy. She wants this so bad.
Regina's fingers circle around her clit and Emma begins to shake as the pleasure courses through her. She won't last long, she already knows. And she's right. As soon as Regina slips a finger inside her, she cums, burying her face into the crook of Regina's neck and panting there.
Regina doesn't mock her for it, just begins to pump in and out, letting Emma get adjusted to the sensation. She's never had anything inside her before that wasn't her own fingers and she can feel herself being stretched out. Feel her walls being caressed, feel them shivering in joy. And then Regina adds another finger and Emma groans out feeling even fuller, even more stretched out, nails biting into Regina's skin. She's sure to leave red marks there but if Regina minds she doesn't say anything, kissing up and down Emma's neck.
"Tell me if this is okay. I don't want to push you," she says, breathing against Emma's neck.
"This is great," Emma manages to get out as pleasure washes over her again. Better than great, actually, but she can't formulate anymore words as Regina curls her fingers inside Emma and it triggers her pleasure. She cums hard against the flat of Regina's palm. Hard enough that she flops down on the mattress, needing a moment. Regina senses this and pulls out, wiping her sticky hand against her thigh.
She watches Emma with a sort of self satisfied grin on her face before moving aside.
"You...you don't want me to reciprocate?" Emma panted out as Regina got up from the bed and pulled on a robe from where she had one hung up on the wall.
"It's quite alright, dear," she said, her teeth flashing white in the dark. "I don't want to overwhelm you right from the start. You look beat."
"No...I've got energy," Emma said weakly from where she lay on the messed up covers. She really wanted to pleasure Regina but she was so tired and so in thrall of having her first sexual experience with the hottest woman ever.
Regina laughed, but not unkindly. "Rest up. We still have other opportunities to be together." And then she went to go bring a parched Emma some water.