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Chapter 5. Ben Cheney

I'd never been so happy to see Friday roll around; it was the first weekend I didn't have to study my ass off for.

Well, I could stop studying as soon as this study group was out for the day.

Last night, Eric had called each of us and informed us that the study group he and Professor Swan had put together on Wednesday was going to be scheduled for Friday night. It seemed almost cruel to set up a study group on a Friday night, after having worked hard in class all week—though, I guess setting it up for a Saturday night could have been a little worse.

Eric sat at the head of the table with his head in a book while Angela sat next to him and me beside her. She was so gorgeous. I'd had a crush on her since high school, but she never seemed interested. She was so focused on her studies and just never went out with guys. So, I was forced to admire her from afar, hoping that maybe one day she'd be mine.

Tearing my gaze from Angela, I looked across the table at Jess and Mike, whose minds clearly weren't on the studying that they were supposed to be working on. Mike had his face pressed into Jessica's neck and I could hear him whispering something to her, and the blush that broke out across her cheeks and neck indicated that it wasn't Hamlet related.

"How's everything going here?" Professor Swan asked, announcing her presence.

Mike and Jessica straightened up and grabbed their books, trying to make it look like they had been studying the whole time, and Eric jumped slightly as she appeared from behind him. His mouth twisted into an almost nervous smile as he avoided her stare. I chuckled silently and shook my head at how incredibly flustered he was around most women. Though, Professor Swan wasn't most women. There was something commanding in the way she carried herself. I could see how he'd be fidgety around her. Most days, she terrified me.

"I think things are going well, Professor," Eric said, a newfound confidence suddenly emerging, before he turned back to his book and ran his hand trough his hair.

Placing her hands flat on the table between him and Jessica, Professor Swan leaned over, giving me the perfect view of her glorious cleavage, and looked over at me. At first, I was confused and had to wonder if she was looking past me, but when she addressed me, I knew she wasn't.

"Do you have any questions while I'm here, Mr. Cheney?" The way she continued to stare at me was intense. Her brown eyes burned into mine, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

I swear she's eyeing me like a piece of meat.

I shook my head in response to her question. Her penetrating stare caused me to become nervous, and I had to excuse myself. "I don't think so, Professor. I, um, think I need a different text, though. I'll be right back, guys."

I stood from the table quickly and went off in search of one of the books I knew I needed for researching my report. It didn't take long before I found the stacks my book would be in and started my search…only to come up empty. Of course, there was a very real possibility that my mind was clouded with the confusing vibes Professor Swan was giving off.

I placed my forehead against the cool wood veneer of the book shelf and closed my eyes as I tried to figure it out—or shake it, even. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to focus on this paper and I would probably fail. It shouldn't have been hard to put it out of my mind; it was ludicrous to even think that someone as influential as Professor Swan would be interested in the likes of me.

"Having trouble, Mr. Cheney?" A soft voice asked, breaking me free of my thoughts.

I turned around quickly and came face-to-face with Professor Swan. That same look was in her eyes as she advanced on me until my back was pressed against the tall stack and I had nowhere else to go.

"I can't find my book," I half-lied, my voice thick and hoarse with desire for her.

She smiled. "And here I thought you were just trying to get away from me." I laughed nervously, but when she didn't join in, I stopped immediately.

"You know," she started, placing a hand on the shelf by my head, blocking one of my potential escape routes. "I've been watching you."

I swallowed thickly as she looked up at me through her thick lashes before she removed her glasses with her free hand and placed them on the shelf on the other side of me.

I was cornered...and so fucking turned on.

"You look scared," she stated, the right side of her mouth turning up into a quirky grin that made her even hotter.

"I'm just...um...confused?" I took a shaky breath when she shifted and her breasts brushed my chest. I was becoming more aroused with every breath she took, and I tried to focus on anything other than the fact that there was only the fabric of her blouse and my t-shirt separating us.

"Well maybe I could help you out with that." One of her hands moved from its position on the shelf and trailed down my chest until it rested on the buckle of my belt.

Looking up at me again, she inquired, "Is this okay?"

Was it? On one hand, I knew this to be wrong—so very, very wrong—but, on the other...no, it was definitely wrong. Yet, it felt so good. Feeling certain that my brain and my mouth were no longer working together, my head bobbed and she proceeded to undo my belt and jeans before grazing the exposed skin above the waistband of my boxers. A shiver rippled beneath my flesh as her fingers dipped in briefly before moving up under my shirt.

"What if someone sees? This is a public place..." I said in a breathless whisper, my head dropping back as she continued to trail her fingers up and down my chest beneath my shirt. Everything about her was intoxicating, and there was a part of me that wanted to slap the logic from my head and just take her—she so clearly wanted it, too.

"Kind of adds to the excitement, don't you think?" she purred, moving her face to my neck and nipping the skin below my ear.

A low grunt escaped my throat, and my hips thrust forward when I felt the heat of her body flush against my own. "Mmmm," she moaned against my neck before pulling her face back. Through hooded lids, I saw her bite her bottom lip lightly as the outer corners twisted upward. "Voracious, aren't we?"

"I'm sorry," I blurted out, even though I was fairly certain I wasn't sorry at all. I was nineteen, and my English Lit prof had me pressed up against a university library stack while she seduced me… No, I was fairly certain I wasn't sorry.

Not. In. The. Least.

"No you're not," she laughed quietly so as not to call unwanted attention to us. "Touch me." Her tone as she commanded me to touch her was suddenly serious, any prior indication of her laughter completely gone.

"Wh—what?" I stammered, my eyes wide and disbelieving.

"I want you to touch me," she said, punctuating every word so I was sure to hear her that time.

"Wh—where?"

"Mmm... Well, that's the million dollar question, now isn't it?" Her eyes locked on mine as she contemplated my question. "How about here?" The index finger of her right hand touched the hollow below her ear before trailing down her neck.

Swallowing thickly, I nodded once and raised my hand to her neck. I touched her lightly at first, my fingers travelling slowly until they found the back of her neck and twisted into her hair. When she moaned and her eyes fluttered closed, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to divert my attention from my current state of arousal before I embarrassed myself by coming in my pants.

I was nineteen, remember?

"And here..." Her eyes were still closed as she whispered her instructions, and her hands were now cupping her breasts above her shirt.

Using my free hand, I gripped one of her boobs and she arched her back into my hand with a low sigh. I had to wonder if touching a woman's boob was really that good, or if she was merely faking...

Does it matter?! You're touching Professor Swan! I could just see the looks on the guys' faces if I were to tell them. They'd be so jealous…

Her soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Here," she panted, moving her hands down her ribs, over hips and thighs as she inched her long skirt up slowly. When she moved her hands to her bare inner thighs, I groaned. "Now. Touch me here, now."

As her hands continued to move back and forth between her legs, I released her breast and followed the path she had taken to get to where she was now. The minute my fingers touched the back of her hand as it worked her toward her release, she moved them both from between her legs and let me take over. My fingers were bathed in the warmth of her arousal, and I stroked her softly as I fought once more to keep myself in control of my own orgasm. If she was allowing me to touch her like this, I felt confident she wanted sex, too.

Her hips shifted into my touch as my fingers passed over the small bundle of nerves, forcing them to her entrance. I circled once, twice, three times before slowly sliding a finger into her. I watched her face as I pumped in and out slowly, basking in the feeling that I was able to make a woman feel that way. That the sounds coming from her were because of me...Benjamin Cheney. A newfound wave of confidence washed over me like a tidal wave, and I felt empowered in every way.

I felt incredible.

Professor Swan's fingers dipping back into my pants and boxers caused my silent thoughts to taper off and I hissed as she wrapped a small hand around my throbbing length. Her strokes matched the tempo I had set as I pleasured her, and I felt my climax fast approaching.

Suddenly she pulled her hand from my trousers, and for a brief minute I thought that what was happening was merely playing a game. However, when I looked down and saw her pull a small foil square from the cup of her bra, I understood—and thanked all that was Holy for what was about to transpire.

"Put it on."

I knew I should have probably taken a moment to weigh the pros and cons of the situation, but Professor Swan started unbuttoning her blouse, exposing more and more of her milky white skin. With a quick look around, I opened the packet and slid the latex over my now exposed arousal.

"Good boy," she praised, her voice similar to that of a soft purr. "Now, where were we?"

My urges took control, and I gripped her waist firmly before she roughly spun us both until I had her pinned against the bookcase. Her breathing picked up and her eyes lit up with excitement before I lowered my face to hers and kissed her. After a moment of chaste kissing, she tilted her head back and sighed as I continued to pepper her neck and grasp at her exposed midriff greedily.

With our bodies moving and writhing against each other, and our shallow breaths filling the slim aisle between the stacks, I gripped the professor's firm ass and lifted her. Complying with me, she raised her arms and held the shelf above her head for leverage as she centered herself over my erection.

With one swift move, I was surrounded by her heat and I found myself even closer to climax than I'd have liked. I didn't want this to end so suddenly—yet, I couldn't quite control the manic thrusting of my hips.

Professor Swan's eyes fluttered closed again as she extended her arms against the shelf behind her to hold herself up. I watched as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and her brow furrowed as she held back her cries, and that just pushed me over the edge. Luckily, it seemed like she was peaking, also.

I held her body close to mine, burying my face in her neck, and I tried to remain quiet as I came. We stayed in that position for a few moments until I felt her move slightly, her hands trailing through my hair softly. "You can put me down now," she whispered.

After taking a steady breath, I took a small step back and slowly let Professor Swan down onto her feet. As she straightened her skirt back over her thighs, I removed the condom I wore and yanked up my boxers and pants before I found a nearby trash can full of papers. I strategically hid the piece of latex amidst the garbage and returned to where Professor Swan was buttoning her blouse back up.

Now that the heat of the moment was over, I couldn't help but wonder how…or why this had all transpired. Had I given off some vibe? Would this happen again? Did I want this to happen again?

The professor looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly dishevelled. "You look perplexed," she said with a quiet laugh as she made the final adjustments to her top before smoothing out her hair.

"I…well, you see…I'm not sure—"

With a quick head shake, she sighed. "We had sex. That's all. Chances of it happening again are…well, it won't."

While I should have been okay with that news, I couldn't help but feel slighted. "Benjamin," she crooned when she took in my hurt expression. "You did nothing wrong. It was quite…nice. However, this isn't something I saw going any further than today. There are a lot of girls your age who would love to be with you. Angela, perhaps?"

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to speak, but couldn't find the words.

"I've seen how you look at her—how she looks at you. What confuses me is why the two of you aren't together." She made her way to move past me but stopped when she was by my side. "Don't be afraid to seize the moment, Mr. Cheney. Make. Her. Yours."

With those final words, Professor Swan left me alone in the stacks.

"Make her yours," I repeated softly, my confidence from before returning rapidly. Deciding to heed Professor Swan's advice, I exited the stacks in search of my friends. "Make her yours." As I repeated these words, I found myself feeling more and more self-assured.

I spotted the table I had left my friends at, and when I laid eyes on Angela, I no longer felt uncertain whether or not she wanted to be with me. Angela sat in her seat, completely unfocused on her studies. Instead, she kept looking at her watch before looking down at my empty seat next to her and around the library.

That's when our eyes locked.

Nervously, she averted her gaze to the open, unused book in front of her and pretended like she didn't just get caught looking for me. A wide smile spread across my lips and I took a deep breath and made my way over to her. Instead of pulling out my chair and sitting with my books spread before me, I turned the chair toward her.

She was biting on the inside of her cheek nervously and as I watched her closely, I could see that she was taking shallow breaths. "Ang?" I inquired.

"Yeah?" she responded, still not bringing her eyes from her books.

"Look at me."

Slowly, her head moved until she was doing as I asked. I could see through my periphery that Eric, Jess and Mike were now all paying attention to us. While this would have deterred "old me" from following through, "new me" pressed on. "I'm taking you out tomorrow night."

"Oh?"

"I'll pick you up at seven." I looked around at our friends as they gawked, and I smiled. "So, what have you all learned?"