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Chapter 2. Jessica Stanley

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded in a voice that was entirely too shrill for my own liking. I couldn't care about that, though, because what I was seeing in front of me was entirely too...fucked right up.

Professor Swan had her dirty-teacher hands on Mike—my Mike's belt and had just undone it. I couldn't hear what they were saying as I walked in, because they were talking in hushed voices. I didn't need to hear, though; the visual was more than enough.

"Miss Stanley. Do come in," she said, turning to face me with her boobs half out of her shirt. "Michael and I were just talking about you."

I crossed my arms across my chest and sneered at her. "Is that so?"

"He likes you very much," Professor Swan stated, running her hand up along Mike's arm. It confused me when I found the act kind of sexy instead of finding it repulsive. Her head snapped up and she was smiling even wider than before. "Actually, it's quite fortunate that you've shown up. I was going to talk to you tomorrow, Miss Stanley, but since you're here..."

I watched in confusion as she moved away from Mike—whose eyes showed pure terror for fear I might castrate him—and toward her desk. She rifled through a few papers for a moment before holding one out to me.

I snatched it from her rudely and looked at the red "C-minus" that offended the crisp paper with its mere presence. "What the hell is this?"

"Your last assignment, Miss Stanley."

"Well, duh," I snarked. "I meant the grade. This was clearly an A-worthy paper...B-plus bare minimum."

Professor Swan started giggling, her perfect, white breasts bouncing slightly. "Oh, I know you must have thought so. It may have gotten you a higher grade in high school, but this is University. You've really got to apply yourself a little more." She paused for a brief moment before her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.

"You know," she said softly, moving forward past Mike—again brushing her fingers along him—and made her way to me. "I'd be willing to allow you to earn a little extra credit."

"What?" Mike asked incredulously, his glassy-eyed stare finally clearing as his head snapped toward her.

Professor Swan turned her head and I could barely see the smirk that played across her lips. "Sure," she said with a nonchalant shrug. "I was willing to allow you to raise your grade. I'm sure Jessica here is an equal-opportunity kind of woman..." She offered me a warm smile before continuing. "Aren't you?"

"What do you...I don't think I understa—" I didn't even finish my own jumbled thought as the realization finally fell on top of me like a sack of bricks. "Is that what I walked in on?"

"You can't be serious," Mike said. His words made it sound like he wanted to defend my honour, but the tone that laced his voice sounded less sure. He sounded like he wanted her to be completely serious.

"You seemed willing; I just figured I'd put the offer on the table for the both of you." She laughed lightly. "On the table...figuratively, of course...or not," she added with a casual shrug.

"That's entrapment," I argued, hoping beyond hope this was a joke...or better yet, a dream.

"Extortion, actually. And hey, if you're happy with the C, that's fine. But from your transcripts, I know you're capable of so much more." The smirk on her face as she awaited my answer seemed cocky and sure that I would be quick to accept.

There was a moment of silence in the room before I spoke. "What would I have to do?"

Mike stumbled back a few steps upon hearing my words, his eyes wide and mouth agape. There was a spark in his eyes that resembled that of a child's on Christmas morning when opening the best present in the world. "Jess… You can't be serious?"

My eyes left Professor Swan's as she smiled widely, her eyes alight with victory, and I looked behind her at Mike. "Why not? You were," I reminded him. "I can't take a C-minus on this." I returned my gaze back to Professor Swan. "So… What do I have to do?"

After a contemplative moment, she stepped back and off to the side, looking back and forth between Mike and me a few times. "Kiss."

I swallowed thickly, licking my lips and looking at Mike once more before I moved toward her. I had never been with a woman before, and I suddenly started to wonder if maybe this was a mistake. Professor Swan's laughter brought me out of my regretful musings.

"Not me, Miss Stanley. I want you to kiss Mr. Newton."

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and re-routed toward Mike. Our eyes locked, and I stopped right in front of him. Offering me a small smile, Mike reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear before leaning down and kissing my nose. I moved my hands to his hips, his jeans still undone and slackened around them, and stood on the tips of my toes until our lips connected.

At first, the kiss was awkward and cold, but when Mike's hands moved down, and his arms encircled me, I moulded into his embrace and allowed myself to get lost in the moment. Our mouths opened slightly, and our tongues sought each other out. The passion between us quickly escalated until we were kissing and pawing at each other as if we were the only two in the room, and it wasn't until I felt small, yet strong, hands on my hips that I remembered we weren't.

Her touch excited me. My body reacted with a rush of warmth beneath my flesh, and I moaned into Mike's mouth as I tugged his hips to mine. The hardness that met my belly was evidence enough that he was turned on by what was happening, and I had to admit that I was, too.

"I want you to touch him," Professor Swan whispered into my ear, her lips barely brushing my lobe causing goosebumps to erupt all over my electrified body. "I want you to reach into his pants, wrap your hands around his cock and pleasure him for me."

Her instructions caused a tingle to emanate between my legs, and I tightened my thighs together to try and quell my need for release. With one hand still tightly gripping Mike's waist, I moved the other one along the waistband of his jeans and looped it into his boxers where I found him hard and ready. I ran the palm of my hand over the head of his dick, gathering up the fluid that had seeped out, and wrapped my hand tightly around him before stroking slowly down to the base. With a grunt, he shifted his hips forward roughly, seeking out more than my slow ministrations.

"I think he liked that," Professor Swan purred, and this time, her teeth nibbled on the hollow below my ear. "Again."

Mike kissed me with fervour, and I moved my hand up his length before palming the head once more and moving back down. He repeated his earlier "grunt and thrust," and I groaned in both arousal and frustration. The ache between my legs only continued to grow, and I was two seconds away from begging to be touched.

Almost as though she could read my mind, Professor Swan's hands reached around and rested on the front of my jeans. "May I?"

It was Mike's turn to groan in arousal as I broke free and gasped a breathless "yes." His lips found purchase on my throat as I panted and moaned. Professor Swan's lithe fingers undid the button of my jeans and she slid the zipper down until my jeans were loose enough for her to slide a hand inside. At first, she ran her fingers over the smooth satin of my red thong teasingly, but after some writhing against her touch and pathetic pleading, she went further.

Her fingers practically danced over my clit, heightening my pleasure and bringing me closer to the edge of pure bliss. My panting breaths became shorter and I laid my head back against her shoulder as she pressed her body flush against mine. My hand worked Mike's cock more furiously the closer I got to my own release, and he began pumping his hips in time with my movements.

Professor Swan suddenly stopped her movements, which caused me to do the same as confusion and frustration warred inside my head. Mike lifted his face from my neck, his eyes darkened by the moment. He looked just as confused as I did, his eyes wandering back and forth from me to Professor Swan as she remained pressed against me.

We didn't say anything for what seemed like forever. What could we say?

Thankfully, we didn't have to speak, because she did. "I want Miss Stanley to lie on my desk. Jeans off. But leave the panties on…for now."

I was unsure what she had in mind, causing nervous butterflies to flutter in my belly. But it must not have really mattered much, as I found myself nodding in agreement. A few different scenarios ran through my mind, each one more confusing—and more exciting—than the next.

I removed myself from between them, making my way to the desk. I my pants down my thighs and removed my sandals, sliding my feet from the denim. I wanted to remove my panties, damp with my arousal, not wanting to make a mess on Professor Swan's desk. But there was something in her tone that had made it clear that I should listen to her. Propping myself on her desk, I waited…and watched.

With a smile of approval, Professor Swan looked up at Mike as she moved toward him. I squirmed when I saw her place her hands on his chest, and bit back a moan when I watched them slide up over his shoulders and into the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'm going to kiss him now, Miss Stanley." And with that, her lips were on his. His eyes remained open for a moment while hers were closed as she worked furiously to get him to succumb to her. I gasped, pressing my legs together, finding the scene before me to be a total turn-on. It was then that Mike closed his eyes and gave in to the kiss.

Unable to abide my frustration anymore, I delicately trailed a finger up my thigh, brushing the line of my panties lightly before slipping my hand inside. I found my clit and began rubbing small circles around it as I watched Mike's hands grip Professor Swan's waist, pulling her to him roughly. The sound of my moan as my orgasm teetered on the edge filled the room, and Professor Swan's head snapped in my direction.

She looked angry—but oddly aroused.

"Did I say you could pleasure yourself, Miss Stanley?" I shook my head, quickly removing my hand from my thong. She pushed herself free of Mike's hold and swaggered over to me. The look in her eyes told me I should be terrified, but the continual flow of fluid to my lady-bits was not allowing me to focus on that fear.

Once she was before me, she pressed herself between my thighs until her hips were pressed right against mine. I was so turned on that just that caused my eyes to roll back in my head with a moan.

Seeing how much I enjoyed her contact, she moved against me again, causing a similar reaction. "Do you like touching yourself?" she asked, to which I nodded slowly. "Well, I don't like it when people do things I haven't given them permission to do. So, now I have to think of a way to punish you."

She looked over her shoulder at Mike contemplatively, who was still struggling to control himself it would seem, before smiling and turning back to me. "Scoot back."

I did as I was told, while she used her index finger to beckon Mike to her. She reached to her right hip and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor until she stood in nothing but her blouse and a white lace thong that matched her bra.

"For your punishment, Miss Stanley," she began, leaning forward and pressing her hands flat on the desk next to my ass. "I'm going to make you watch as Mr. Newton fucks me." I swallowed thickly wondering how I should take that information. It should have upset me… but instead, I found myself wondering how it would be punishment.

Mike looked at me, his eyebrows knit together with worry. Professor Swan looked back at him, her eyes narrowing before they landed on me once more. "Tell him it's okay. Assure him that you deserve this for being so greedy."

Swallowing thickly, I nodded at Mike. "It's okay, baby. I deserve this." Then, feeling a little brazen, I added, "I need to be punished."

Mike groaned loudly, and Professor Swan turned to him with a smile. She gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him to her. He was just lowering his lips to hers when she stopped him. "No," she told him sternly, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. "I want you to fuck me from behind so Miss Stanley can see the ecstasy she's robbed herself of." She reached beneath the fabric of her shirt and pulled out a small foil packet from her bra, which she handed to Mike.

After taking the condom from her, Mike's hands flew to Professor Swan's hips and he turned her around quickly until she was leaned over her desk with her hands death-gripping the sides. Mike pulled her panties from her and let them fall down her legs while letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor to pool around his ankles. When he pressed his bare cock against the professor's ass, she mewled like a kitten in heat and pushed her backside against his length until it slid against the crack of her ass. Her eyes locked with mine and her mouth dropped open as he slid lower and, I assumed, teased her entrance before I heard the foil tear.

I watched as Mike's hands kneaded the flesh of her hips before roughly moving up and gripping her shirt collar, yanking it down her arms without removing it completely. I bit back another moan and had to grip the desk with shaky hands to keep from pleasuring myself again. I thought that maybe if I was a good girl—

"Oh, fuuuuck," Professor Swan moaned as Mike pressed into her. "That's it."

Watching Mike have sex with another woman should have had me wanting to castrate him, but instead, I found myself struggling to hold back my cries of pleasure. With Mike moving faster behind her, Professor Swan's moans got louder, and were punctuated by the force of his thrusts. When I looked up at him, I noticed that his eyes were on me the whole time. They weren't on her bent over her desk between us; they weren't on the sight of his dick pounding in and out of her. No. They were locked on me as I continued to watch raptly.

Professor Swan's fingers touched my ankle lightly before trailing them up my leg, her fingers then tracing the edge of my panties. "You've…ah…," she moaned as Mike plunged further inside of her, "been a good girl." Her words were still being affected by Mike's movements, but I rejoiced at them. "Lift."

I raised my hips, pressing my knees together to get some kind of friction in order to release a little bit of my pent up frustration. Professor Swan yanked my thong to my knees before I was forced to part them so she could remove it completely. She dropped it to the floor and brought her fingers up, sliding them through the wetness that had accumulated between my thighs.

"Unnh," she grunted as Mike pounded into her again. "It seems you like watching your boyfriend fuck me." Her finger did a sweep over my clit and my hips bucked into her touch. After a few more passes, she lowered her fingers and traced the edge of my entrance, pressing harder each time she circled it. My legs began to tremble as she pushed two fingers inside of me. She arched her fingers, pressing deeper until she found...

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, my elbows giving out until I fell hard on my back on top of the desk. Professor Swan continued to wriggle her digits inside of me, pressing on my g-spot as I came completely unglued. Every muscle in my body contracted, and a fresh gush of fluid flowed out over her fingers as my orgasm claimed me.

"Shit, Jess," Mike grunted, and I could feel through my connection with Professor Swan that he was coming hard. His trusts were shorter as he buried himself deep within her. Professor Swan's eyes fell shut slightly and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure as he reached to finger her clit. Removing her fingers from me, she replaced her hand in its previous spot and leaned forward to rest her glistening forehead on my thigh as she fought back the urge to cry out.

We were still for a moment before she pushed herself upright, forcing Mike to pull out of her and take a step back. With a smile, she pulled her panties back up and retrieved her skirt. Once it was fastened, she started to re-button her blouse. I climbed off the desk, my legs still shaking as I reached for my thong. Mike removed the condom, quickly tying it before discarding it in the trash can that was by Professor Swan's desk, before pulling up his boxers and jeans. With his jeans now secure around his waist, he then handed me my own jeans from the floor. I quickly put them on—sans panties—and we stood next to one another as Professor Swan made her way around her desk. She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening it out before gathering her briefcase from beneath it and heading for the door.

Before she opened it, she turned to us and smiled victoriously. "Expect your grades to be changed. This was a one-time thing, so keep your grades up. I won't extend this offer again."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Mike and me in total silence. I didn't know what to say to him now that that was over. Would he be mad that I had gone along with it? After the haze of lust cleared the room, would I be mad at him? I was suddenly terrified about the future of our relationship.

He must have been able to sense my distress, because he quickly pulled me into his naked arms and kissed me passionately. I felt the tension leave my body, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, able to feel the slight sheen of sweat on his torso, to hold him closer.

"I love you, Jess," he whispered between the kisses he trailed down my jaw to my neck.

I inhaled a breathless gasp because we hadn't yet declared ourselves that way. It was the first time—and after what we had just done, it seemed pretty important. In those four words, he was assuring me that our actions wouldn't hurt our future. Quite the opposite, it would seem. It had strengthened our bond in a way I never thought it would. What we had done with Professor Swan required a substantial amount of trust, and we had proven that unconditional trust to one another.

Yeah, we were going to be fine.