Chapter 3 – Awkward Consequences (Part Two)
Emmy made her way as fast as she could home to her little flat where she could do what she wanted to herself without fear of being discovered. Oh wasn't she glad she never took up a flatmate. She took her key from her pocket and tried hurriedly to slide it into the lock. In her impatience, she missed and gave an aspirated sigh. Taking more care this time she succeeded in unlocking the door and disappearing inside, shoving the door closed. Leaning against it she let herself rest before making a pan of action. She couldn't drive him from her mind anymore, knowing he had those sorts of urges and how he handled them. God she needed to do something about this aching longing.
She dropped the bag of wet clothing by the door and headed straight to her bedroom. She couldn't wait much longer. Replaying in her mind the professors moans made her sexual need to heighten, grabbing the borrowed shirt she dragged it over her head but instead of tossing it aside she dropped it lightly on her pillow. She stripped of the trousers letting them stay where they fell. After removing her underwear Emmy climbed on top of the bed. She took up the shirt bringing it to her face, inhaling the musky fragrance left there by the professor. She let a small longing sigh escape her lips before she begun to take action.
She placed one finger in the hollow nook at the base of her neck where her collar bones met and started to trace her finger down barely touching, drawing slight waves, down her chest between her breasts and down across her stomach. The light touch sent shivers slinking across her skin bringing up goose bumps. As her finger trailed further down she closed her eyes as she began to touch herself, letting the softest moan leave her lips. Gently stroking her soft wet entrance she knew she was teasing herself, creating the longing to stir more and more. It became too much for her and she slid a long elegant finger inside gasping at the sensation rousing her longing further.
Moving her finger in and out she made herself feel alive making her more sensitive to the pleasure. Moving faster she began to feel hunger for more pleasure and to match this urge she slide a second finger in causing the muscles in her back to spasm slightly, making her arch up a little. She screwed up her eyes as the pleasure intensified with the swift movement inside her. She began whimpering as she felt herself getting closer to release. She increased the pace, making her unable to control the sounds escaping from her parted lips. Her free hand massaged her breast making the waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her body even more enjoyable. Her moans increased in pitch as she felt sparks surging like electricity making her limbs twitch uncontrollably and with one loud cry she came shouting his name out. She lay there breathing heavily feeling slight twitches in her muscles. Clearly the professor held some sort of power over her. In the past she had interactions with men, but none had the capability of possessing her mind, her soul like he did. Emmy found her eyelids felt heavy, and with slow lumbering movements she climbed under covers and begun to drift off.
It was early evening when she woke. The weak light pushing through the small gap in the curtains played across her face, making her squint slightly. She supposed she had better get up and do something productive this evening. Realising her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, she deduced a shower was in order. Gathering the soft towelling dressing gown she wrapped her naked body up and headed for the small bathroom. Really she should call it a 'bathroom' as it didn't contain a bath. It was too small and could only fit a small corner shower, a toilet and a sink. Emmy reached into the shower and turned the knob, switching it on. Cold water sputtered out the head and gradually began to warm. Adjusting the temperature, she let the gown slip off her bare shoulders, tickling her skin as it fell, landing in a pool of soft material. She stepped inside sliding the frosted glass door behind her, savouring the rush of the warm water run over her skin. The steam rising from the flowing hot water made the air moist, and small droplets began to form in her hair before she moved under the flow completely. The water cascading down her face made her relax, just enjoying the heat now covering every part of her body. After a while of standing like this she begun the task of cleaning herself. After she had washed and had shampooed and conditioned her hair she got out reaching for the fluffy towel to wrap round her. Sighing, she begun to plan in her mind what to do for the rest of the evening as she dried the droplets of water of her soft pale skin.