Chap. II

-This chapter contains ADULT CONTENT and is rated "M" for a reason. Please read only if you are not offended by sexual content. Thanks!-

Indy followed the girl down the hallway. He couldn't explain his fascination with her, but something was definitely drawing him in. She talked the whole way, mostly about her father and how he was so strict with her. Indy could see this. The Professor had punished him many times, and made sure that Indy stayed in line. In many ways, Abner was the father that Jones didn't have, who took time to chastise, inspire, spend time with, and relate to Indy.

They reached the end of the hall and turned right, where two doors stood dark on both sides.

"Where are we?" Indy asked, trying the handle. "It's locked."

Marion smiled and took out a key. "I stole this once from my father's desk drawer. I didn't know where it went, but after a lot of searching, I found it."

"What's in here?" Indy said as she put the key in the door and opened it.

"See for yourself," she said, motioning for him to enter.

It was dark and musty when Indy stepped inside, and he ran his hands along the wall for a light switch. Marion found it first and flipped it on. The lights flickered and the room became illuminated. It was an old lecture hall, large and the ceiling high. Their footsteps echoed on the tile as they stepped inside and looked around. The podium was long forgotten, now nothing more than rotting wood and cobwebs stretching from the microphone to the desk. The desks still contained a few pencils and crooked chairs, as if a class had just gotten out and the students had all hurried to leave for their next class.

"Wow," Indy said, looking up into the seats. "I didn't even know this was here."

Marion smiled and let him look around. "I found it when I was little," she said. "Used to hide under the desks and Dad-I mean Abner, would chase me around until he caught me."

Indy could picture that, and smiled. He stood next to the podium now, tapping the large microphone. "This still work?"

Marion shrugged. "I don't know, this place has been abandoned for years. They talked about turning it into another library, but, I doubt that."

Indy nodded. Marion started to walk up the stairs to the very top, then sat in the centre of the desks, looking down on Indy. "I'm ready Professor."

Indy smiled and chuckled. "I don't think I'd make a very good teacher."

Marion sat with her hands folded. "Of course you could, just teach me something."

Indy rubbed the back of his neck, then gripped the podium. "Like what?"

Marion shrugged. "What interests you?"

Indy thought. "Uh… archeology mostly, but, I'm sure you get enough of that living with your dad."

Marion smiled and nodded.

Indy got down from the podium and sauntered up the stairs. "I don't think I'd make a good teacher," he said again. He sat next to Marion and they looked down on the podium.

"You might surprise yourself, Dr. Jones," she said, emphasizing "Dr."

He smiled. "That just sounds so… professional."

"And you're not professional?" Marion asked, playfully pushing him. Indy could not reply, and felt his cheeks redden again. Marion watched him, her eyes burning into his. He felt awkward, like he should say something, but Marion never gave him the chance. She moved towards him and pushed her lips into his. He almost fell back, eyes wide with surprise, but held onto his chair as she kissed him. She released then, averting her eyes. He stayed pushed back in surprise, his lips involuntarily twisting into a smile as she helplessly laughed. She smiled back, waiting for him to say something. He decided to make a joke.

"Miss Ravenwood, I don't think it's appropriate for a student to kiss her professor!"

She giggled then, shaking her head. "Oh, Indy…"

His shortened name sounded so nice on her lips, he found himself moving back towards her, his hand bringing her head in for another kiss. This time was slower, and Indy held her chin as he gently pecked at her chin and lower lip. She closed her eyes and smiled, her arms moving around his neck. He moved his kisses lower, tracing her neck and smelling her perfume. He thought of all the girls he had tried to get close to, close enough to be able to touch and kiss like this, but there weren't many. His first time had been with a high school sweetheart that was moving to another country and insisted that they do it then or never. He hadn't protested, but found sex to be very different than he thought.

Now, as he kissed Marion, he felt something he never felt with his old girlfriend. He felt less programmed, as if his body was deciding what it wanted and when it wanted to do it. Opening his eyes, he looked at Marion again as he kissed her. She was so perfect. But apart from being perfect, she was young. He knew that her soft skin and silky hair were still that of a teenager. He knew that he shouldn't.

He backed away from her, turning his head and standing. She watched him, her eyes concerned and disappointed. "What is it?" She asked.

Indy stuttered, "No-nothing, just… you're so young," he laughed as he said it. "I'm almost five years older than you."

"Aw, come on Indy, that's not that much," Marion said. "Five's less than ten."

Indy smiled, but could not look at her. "I don't know, your dad would kill me if he knew we were kissing."

Marion rolled her eyes. "We wont tell him. We wont tell anyone, I was just having fun with you."

He looked at her again, more than a little intrigued by the idea of having a secret affair with his professor's daughter. He thought it was probably wrong, but it turned him on. She seemed just as interested, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. He watched her fingers unhook the material from the button, her eyes watched his. She did it so slowly. She finally reached the bottom and slowly took off her blouse. She wore a black bra beneath, and one of the straps fell down her arm as she sat up and looked expectantly at him.

He wasn't sure if she wanted him to touch her, so he instead began to unbutton his own shirt. She watched as he removed the cloth, revealing his bare chest. She bit her lower lip as she looked at his stomach and chest. He knew he didn't have much up top, only a few soft hairs and hardly any muscle save some smaller abdominal muscles that hid most of the time unless he flexed. But his stomach was flat and his arms were developing nicely. His father always told him not to worry about such foolish things as chest hair, and that all good things come in time. He just wished now more than ever that it was that time.

She didn't seem to mind, however, as her hands ran down his bare chest and unbuttoned his pants. He could feel himself harden, her fingers so close. She stopped then, withdrawing her hands.

"I've never done this before," she said slowly. It was the first time he had seen her unsure. Gently he lifted her head and kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips. She kissed back, their tongues touching. His hands moved around her back and struggled with her bra strap. She didn't stop him, and he soon had it loose. Slowly he took it off, admiring her naked chest. Her breasts were small, her nipples tight. He cautiously reached up to touch them, but found no objection from her. She sat and let him caress her, sighing lightly now and then, and continuing to touch his chest. She pushed against his pecs, lowering him onto the desk in front of them. He stroked her hair as she kissed his chest, her hands running over his nipples. Her legs moved to either side of him as she lowered herself on him. He wanted his pants to be off so badly, hoping she didn't notice his discomfort.

His hands moved down her sides and to her skirt, which he raised slowly until he could see the white of her panties. He started to pull them down, and she raised herself to slip them off completely. She then moved her fingers to his zipper, unzipping and allowing his hardness to come free. She held his throb in her hands, her fingers gently squeezing. He grunted lightly as she straddled him again, this time lowering herself onto his erection. She winced a little as he filled her, her muscles adjusting to hold him. She was tight, and Indy thought he would come right there. His nails dug into the table and he squeezed shut his eyes. Marion watched him as she put her hands on his chest and slowly began to move forward and back, finding a rhythm that suited her. Indy watched her face change as she got used to the feelings.

"You okay?" He whispered, stoking her breasts.

"Uhhuh," she said simply, her eyes shut tight as she picked up speed, grinding against him. His hands moved to her skirt and he lifted it, his hands clutching her firm buttocks and bringing her in and back out. They moved in unison, Marion's breathing increasing as she experienced her first sexual encounter. Indy kept his attention on her every expression, hoping she was enjoying him. She slowed then, opening her eyes and smiling at him.

"What? What's wrong?" Indy asked, sitting up on his arm as she got off him and rolled over next to him.

"Nothing," Marion said. "It's just… that was quick."

Indy laughed, though he didn't mean to. "Quick? You mean you- uh, you're done?"

"Yeah, I guess, aren't you?" She asked, sitting up on her elbow and looking at him.

Indy ran his hand through his hair, struggling for words. "Uh, well, no… not quite."

Marion looked at him concernedly, with a little confusion. "You're not? Oh, I thought that was it.."

Indy laughed again. "No, I don't think it was. See, you have to-" he struggled to speak. "Well it's just… better than that."

"What is?" Marion asked.

"You know," Indy laughed.

She stared at him blankly. "What?"

"Orgasm," he said the word quietly. "You know, when you-" he laughed. "When it feels really good."

She continued to look confused, before her face twisted into a smile and she playfully punched him. "I know what an orgasm is, Indy. I just wanted to see you embarrass yourself by trying to explain it." He blushed. She laughed, and kissed him. "And no, I haven't actually had one yet."

Indy, feeling foolish but a little turned on, smiled sheepishly.

She smiled. "You know, I may not have done this before, but, I do know a lot about it."

"Oh?" Indy asked, sitting up and moving himself over her. "And how would you know?"

She giggled as he looked down on her with a false stern look. "I don't know, school, I guess," she said. He kissed her, releasing more giggles.

"School doesn't teach you anything," he mumbled into her chest as his tongue traced her nipples. "Just how to believe everything your told, true or false."

She laughed lightly again and he slowly spread her legs, lifting her skirt. He lowered his lips to her mound, starting at her inner thighs and moving inwards. She moaned lightly as he kissed where she had never been kissed before, her soft brown hairs tickling his nose. She moaned and her legs tightened around his head. He only let her go so far, and released his mouth from her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hungry, and he knew they both couldn't last much longer. He stood, holding her on the table as he pushed his hips into hers, his hardened shaft entering her with ease. She moaned again as he pushed himself in and out, picking up speed.

"Oh God, Indy," she said, her neck arching and her hands gripping the desk. He squeezed his eyes shut as the pleasure increased, his entire body burning. He could not hold any longer, and grunted and stiffened as the fire ripped through him and he spilled himself into her.

Her muscles tightened around his shaft as she held him in her, then with a moan, she came, her face stretched in disbelief as the sensation took her. Indy waited until she came down, her hips bucking slowly as she held his buttocks into her, forbidding his release. She then grew limp, her hands running through her hair as she caught her breath. Indy kissed her once more, before slowly pulling out of her. He looked at her as she breathed, smiling as she opened her eyes.

"Well, Dr. Jones," she said after a while. "Did I pass the final?"

Indy laughed and nodded, still out of breath himself. He thought about what she said, remembering suddenly the game they had been playing, and remembering his own professor, Abner, who was due back any moment.

"Oh, God!" Indy said suddenly, his hand moving to his head as he looked around. "God, Marion! Abner! He's going to be back any second!"

Marion sat up, apparently remembering this suddenly too. "Oh," she said, reaching for her shirt. "Yeah, we gotta get back."

Indy buttoned his pants, hoping his stiffness would calm a little more on the way back. Throwing on his shirt and buttoning it hastily, he looked at a clock on the farthest wall, but it was broken, stuck on 3:48. Marion put her panties back on and fixed her hair. Indy handed her the bra and her shirt, but before she put it on, she kissed him again playfully, allowing him one more feel of her breasts. He smiled and then whispered "Hurry."

Finally dressed, Marion and Indy hurried down the stairs and out of the lecture hall, but they forgot to turn off the lights.