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Chapter three.

"Hmm" she moans as I'm kissing her. "You're such a great kisser, Calliope" she whispers against my lips. I give her a small smile before starting to kiss her again. The kiss starts slowly but very soon things heat up. I let my tongue slide against her bottom lip, seeking for permission to enter her mouth. It doesn't take very long before she grants me entry. I enter her mouth en suck hard on her tongue before releasing it with a loud pop. I start exploring her delicious mouth as she moans again. I let my hands tangle into her beautiful blonde waves. I love the small moans she lets out during our kisses. I could listen to her moaning all day. She's clearly enjoying our make out session. I feel her hands roaming all over my body. From my hips to my heavy breasts, this woman knows exactly how to make me feel good and she isn't even touching me where I need her. She starts kissing my neck and sucks on the skin beneath her mouth. I let my hands slide a little more south over her body and start kneading her perfect little ass. She's kissing her way down my body and stops at my breasts. She takes a hard nipple into her mouth. I let out a "Fuck, Arizona" when I feel her sucking hard on my left nipple. My eyes lock with hers and I see that they're already full of lust. "It's professor Robbins to you," she says, her voice full of lust, while biting my nipple. I feel a sharp pain going through my body before she sooths it with her delicious tongue…

x Beep, beep, beep x - a loud noise starts to fill the room. "Nooo" I groan. "Not again". It's the third time this week that my alarm clock wakes me in the middle of a sexy dream about prof. Arizona Robbins. The third time this week that I wake up all wet and all by myself in bed. I know I shouldn't fantasize about this woman, my college professor for god sakes, but I can't help it. This woman is running through my mind all day. Not that I really mind because she's super hot. It's just; knowing that we could never be together, that I can't make a move on her and that I can never have her the way I want to is what's making this so hard. I've had little crushes on teachers before, in high school. But I've never had this kind of dreams about them. They've never been on my mind all day and night. And it's really frustrating. I think that I probably need some kind of realise. It's been a while since I've had sex. So maybe I should just have a quick fuck with a random person and then my wet dreams will stop? It's worth a try. Maybe I'll go for it tonight, considering that today's Friday. I get out of bed and hop into the shower. I'll have a cold shower today, considering still being extremely wet and needing to get rid of all the dirty thoughts I'm having about prof. Robbins. I really need to clear my mind because I'll see her in a few hours. My first class of today is the class she's teaching.

After breakfast I decide to leave a bit early. I'm in the mood for a good cup coffee from the cart in front of the school building. It's just a short walk there and I enjoy the silence outside. It's still early so there are not a lot of people outside. That'll change in like 10 minutes when all the students are in hurry to get to class. I arrive at the coffee cart and give my order to the girl who works there. She asks for my name to put it on the cup. I tell her just to put a little heart on it. She draws a heart on the cup and starts making my white café mocha. "One café mocha" I hear a voice behind me say. I immediately recognize the voice. It belongs to the woman that's been hunting my dreams the last couple of days. "White or regular" the girl asks. "Regular please" prof. Robbins answers. "It'll be right up," says the girl "Can you tell me your name so I can put it on the cup?" "Can you just put a little heart on it?" "Sure" the girl answers with a smile forming on her face. "Good morning prof. Robbins" I say. "Well good morning to you too, Calliope" the beautiful blonde says back to me. It is now I say to myself. "Why are you calling me Calliope?" I ask here. "That is your name, right?" "It is" I answer "It's just, no one ever calls me Calliope except my dad." She smiles at me and says, "That's a shame. I think it's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Wait; did she just call me beautiful? "I just mean the name fits you, you know." She adds. I smile at her and before I can answer her the girl from the coffee cart calls out that the "heart" order is ready and hands us our cups. We both take a long sip from our coffee. "Hmmm" I hear her moan. Or am I just hearing things that aren't really there. I hear her make the same sound again, so I was right the first time, she really moaned. We walk together in silence to the classroom.

"Are you this early for all your classes?" she asks. "What do you mean?" I ask her back. "I mean, your 30 minutes early so I just got curious." "I'm always on time" I answer her "But not 30 minutes early to all my classes." She looks at me for a moment as if she wants to say something but then walks away towards her desk. I take my chance to check her out upside down. My eyes stop at her sexy ass. All the dirty thoughts from this morning get back into my head. I want to rip of her skirt and grin my teeth into that amazing ass. Calliope, stop it. I say to myself. I can't be horny while she's just a few feet away. I take a seat in the room and watch her unpacking her briefcase. I also start unpacking my bag. Well unpacking, I just take out my laptop and place it on the table in front of me. Professor Robbins starts to write a few things onto the blackboard. Again my eyes automatically go to her gorgeous behind. I lick my lips looking at her ass. I know I shouldn't stare but I just can't look away. All of the sudden she turn around. I think she could feel my eyes on her. I quickly look up to her and she gives me a small smile. I think she caught me and start to blush. She just looks at me as if she's waiting for an explanation. "I'm sorry," I say to her. "I shouldn't have looked." "Don't be," she says. Then I hear some noises from the hallway and the room start to fill with other student. We break eye contact and she starts with today's class.

As soon as class is over I make my way out of the room. I don't even wait for any of my friends and hurry my way out of the classroom. Usually I would've waited for them to pack their bags and walk out of the room together, but not today. Not after what happened this morning. She caught me. She caught me checking her out. Why wasn't she mad after she caught me. The only thing she said was; don't be. So that meant I shouldn't be sorry for checking her out? God, I'm so confused. That's why I needed to leave class. What if she would've made me stay after class? Maybe she wanted to have a word with me about this morning. I wasn't ready to have a word with her because I don't know how to explain myself rather than "I think you're hot" or something like that. I make my way to my journalism class and see that Alex and Jo are already there. I take a seat next to them and get settled. Professor Bailey starts her class and I take notes of everything she says. As she starts to explain the basics of journalism there's a knock on the door. "Come in" prof. Bailey loudly says. The door opens and there stands prof. Robbins. "I'm sorry for interrupting your class prof. Bailey, but I would like to have a word with Callie Torres if that's possible." Crap, here it comes. Professor Bailey nods at professor Robbins and says, "Torres, you've heard it. Go with prof. Robbins."

I get up and keep my gaze on the floor. I'm scared to look up at her and can't stop thinking about the conversation we'll have. She'll want to know why I stared at her ass. She'll probably think I'm a major perv or something. I follow her as we walk through the hallway into the stairwell. She suddenly stops and I bump into her. Great, that also happened. As if it wasn't already bad enough. She starts laughing and looks at me. "Don't be this frightened. You just walked into me, nothing bad happened." I nod before giving her a small smile. "So why did we stop?" I ask her. "I figured we could also take the elevator cause otherwise it would take us a lot of time to get to my office." She answers while leading me towards the elevator. We ride the elevator in silence and walk towards her office. She unlocks the door so that we can get in.

When we arrive at her office she tells me to take a seat. She's pours both of us a glass of water and gets seated behind her desk on the opposite side of me. "I think you know why you're here." She says to me. I nod. "I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't beat yourself up over it. I didn't mind and I mean that. Actually, I'm flattered, like super flattered. So don't feel bad about it." She says. "What?" I manage to get out. Is she kidding me? "Like I said, I'm flattered that you looked at me. You're a young woman, a student. It doesn't happen a lot that a student looks at her older college professor." "You're not that old. You look like 27 or something," I bluntly say to her. She laughs before saying "You're right. I'm not really that old." "So your not gonna tell me your age?" I ask her. "You were very close she says. I'm 28". She answers. As soon as I hear her answer I get a weird feeling. Like I'm relieved that she's not that old. I know I shouldn't think things like that. It's not like we could be together or something. So I shouldn't get my hopes up. "28 huh, I just turned 21." I say to her. Why did is say that. I can't hit on my college professor. Callie, just stop it! She lets out a loud laugh and I feel my heart swell at the sound of it. "You did huh, that means you're officially mature." She says while smiling at me. She has a twinkle in her eyes. I can't stop looking at her, the twinkle in her eyes make her even prettier. "You're pretty," I blurt out. I'm in shocked that I just said that out loud. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I mean obviously you're pretty, but I didn't plan on telling you that.. I'm truly sorry and now I'm rambling. I should stop talking." "Calliope, stop apologizing. I don't mind you saying that. It's a little inappropriate for a professor/student conversation, but really I don't mind. Like you said, I'm not that old. So I can handle you telling me I'm pretty or checking me out. That being said, thank you and I think you're very pretty too." A huge smile forms on my face as I look at her. God, why is this woman so perfect. After me checking her out and saying weird things she's still being so nice to me. "Thank you" I answer back. "So we're good?" I shyly ask her. "Yes, Calliope. We're good." She says to me.

She gets up from her chair and so do I. "Now that we've had a little conversation I think it's time for you to get back to class." "I think it is," I say to her. She walks me to the door of her office and I can't help myself as my eyes start to scan her body, again. They stop at that cute little ass, again. She then turns around, again. "Calliope Torres, didn't we just have a conversation about this?" she laughs. I blush and drop my gaze to the ground. "Did you at least like what you saw?" she asks. "I did, I mean I do." I answer shyly. I lift my eyes from the ground and see her looking at my breasts. "Do you like what you see?" I ask her, feeling very confident right now. "I do," she says, lifting her gaze to meet mine. "Good" I say. "I think it's time for you to leave now." "Yeah, off course" I say. We both reach out for the doorknob and our hands touch. I feel the electricity going through my body from this simple touch. Our eyes lock and I gently push my lips against hers.