A/N: Many apologies for the long delay between any updates. My partner (well, ex-partner now), and I have split after 11 years together. Needless to say, it's been a bumpy few weeks trying to get some things figured out. Which, nothing is completely solved yet, but hopefully sooner rather than later. I'm trying to get back into my writing, but please note, my writing may be a little rough until I'm fully into the swing of it again. Either way, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 12

Self Control

Alex couldn't sleep. She felt exactly how she did the night before her first day. Only this time, instead of being nervous to see all of her students, she was only nervous to see one. And it's not like she didn't have faith in Olivia's self control. On the contrary – she knew Olivia would be completely composed, watching her every move intently, like she normally did.

It really was herself that she was worried about.

Turning her head to look at the clock, it flashed 12:37am. Trevor was fast asleep, lying on his stomach and snoring. Laying an arm on her forehead, Alex closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

But it just wasn't working.

Another 10 minutes had passed and she exhaled, unable to even think about sleep. There were just too many things on her mind. Particularly, one young brunette who just wouldn't get out of her head.

So carefully, Alex got up from the bed, grabbed her phone, and moved to the couch downstairs. She threw on the Game Show Network on her television, and curled up underneath her blanket.

After a few good minutes of watching an old 1980s rerun of The Price is Right, Alex scrolled on her phone during the commercials. It didn't take her very long though to get bored of looking at the weather, friends' updates on social media, and news articles.

So, she closed out of everything, and opened her text messages; only to click on no other than her and Olivia's conversation. She reread everything they had texted on Saturday morning – they hadn't texted since. And immediately, the same fire was back between her legs. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted more. So, she sent a text to Olivia. Just to see if she was awake.

Alex: Hey.

She then turned her attention back to the TV, willing herself to just pay attention and fall asleep. But the vibration against her stomach kept her alert.

Olivia: Someone's up late.

Alex: I could say the same for you. Don't you have class in the morning?

Olivia: Yeah. Don't you?

Alex: Yes.

Olivia: Why are you awake?

Alex: Can't sleep.

Olivia: Neither can I.

Alex: Why can't you sleep?

Olivia: I can't stop thinking about you.

Alex should've stopped. She should've. That should have been the end of the conversation. But again, she let curiosity get the best of her.

Alex: Yeah… neither can I.

Olivia: What are you thinking about?

Alex: Seeing you tomorrow. How that's going to be. If it will be obvious or not to everyone around us. You?

Olivia: Yours is much more tame than mine.

Alex: Meaning?

Olivia: I'm not sure you want to know.

Alex: No, tell me. I told you. That was our deal, remember?

Olivia: Yeah, I suppose you're right.

Alex: So then tell me.

Olivia: I'm thinking about fucking you.

Alex laid her phone down on her chest and closed her eyes. Just those 5 words were enough to keep the fire crackling between her legs.

Alex: Got it.

Olivia: Yup. I really wish I was between your legs right now, Alex.

Alex almost let out a sound as she gasped, squeezing her thighs together immediately.

Alex: Jesus..

Olivia: Sorry. You wanted to know, remember?

Alex: Yes, I know. And there's something else I want to know, too.

Olivia: Shoot.

Was she really about to send this next message? The rational part of her brain was screaming at her to delete and ignore, save herself and her career. But again, her curiosity got the better of her.

Alex: What would you do if you were here right now?

Olivia: So many things.

Alex: Tell me some.

Olivia: I'd kiss you. I'd hold you. I'd bite you. I'd lick you. Especially between those long, gorgeous legs. I already know you taste like heaven.

Alex again squeezed her thighs together, darting her eyes towards the staircase to make sure Trevor wasn't coming down before typing her response.

Alex: I'd really love that.

Olivia: Yeah?

Alex: Yes.

Olivia: How about if I said I'd slip my fingers inside of you?

Alex bit her lip as her hips rose slightly off the couch, unconsciously searching for something to press herself against.

Alex: Please…

Olivia: Yeah? You want me to fuck you, don't you Alex?

Alex let out a soft whimper before freezing, again looking towards the dark staircase. Not a sound could be heard from upstairs.

Alex: Really badly.

Olivia: My turn for a question.

Alex: Okay.

Olivia: Are you wet right now?

"Fuck," Alex whispered to herself, clasping her thighs together tighter. She knew she was wet. She could feel it already pooling between her lips.

Alex: Yes.

Olivia: Fuck. I wish I could just lick it up.

Alex let out another soft whimper as she felt herself clenching; her entrance begging to be filled.

Alex: I wish you could too.

Olivia: Fuck…

Alex: Are you wet?

Olivia: Dripping. I'm really fucking horny right now.

Alex: I am too.

Olivia: You have no idea how badly I want you.

Alex: I think I have somewhat of an idea…

Olivia: Can I tell you something?

Alex: Sure.

Olivia: I'm touching myself right now.

Alex was absolutely throbbing, now. She could feel every single heartbeat in her clitoris, which was aching to be rubbed. Her entrance was pulsing. Her underwear was undeniably soaked at this point. She couldn't ever remember a time being this aroused before – even with Trevor.

Alex: Really?

Olivia: Yeah. And I'm already so close to fucking coming.

This was Alex's undoing. She bit down on her lip again to stifle the moan that was trying to escape from her throat. She felt herself clenching again around absolutely nothing, her body begging and pleading with her to just be fucked.

Alex: My God, Olivia... Don't stop doing it.

Olivia: I won't, I promise.

Alex: Does it feel good?

Olivia: Fucking incredible. I'm so wet.

Alex: Taste yourself for me. Pretend it's me.

Olivia: God, the way I just moaned…

Alex: You like that?

Olivia: Yeah. I'm not gonna last long, Alex. I'm really really close.

Alex: Just let go then, Olivia. Take yourself over the edge.

While she waited for a response, Alex couldn't help but imagine what Olivia sounded like when she came. And that thought alone was enough for her to move one hand inside of her underwear and down to her lips. But before even pushing her fingers between them, Alex felt how wet she truly was. Much like Olivia, she was dripping.

Olivia: Fuck…

Alex: How did that feel?

Olivia: Incredible. I came so hard, Alex.

Upon reading the text, Alex pushed two fingers between her lips, immediately finding contact with her swollen, wet, and pulsing clitoris. She then began rubbing herself in light circles as she typed her next text.

Alex: Mmm, good.

Olivia: I know… I kinda want to come again.

Alex bit her lip as she read the text, increasing the speed of her fingers against her clitoris.

Alex: Then why don't you?

Olivia: I want to know something first.

Alex: Sure.

Olivia: Are you touching yourself?

Alex again let out a small whimper as she slipped her fingers lower, entering herself. She then withdrew her fingers lightly before plunging back into clinging heat, her wetness spreading around her fingers and spilling into her hand.

Alex: Better than that.

Olivia: Oh?

Alex: Mhmm. I'm fucking myself.

Olivia: Holy shit…

Before responding back, Alex kept the pace as she entered herself repeatedly, biting her lip to stifle the soft whimpers and moans escaping her mouth. A soft, faint sound of her wetness was all that could be heard other than the hum of the television.

Alex: Yeah.

Olivia: Go back to your clit. I want you to rub it.

"Fuck," Alex whispered, withdrawing her fingers from inside of her; moving to her clit as Olivia had instructed. Before she could respond back, another text came in.

Olivia: Keep rubbing yourself, Alex. I want you to come like I did. I want your pussy to drip onto your sheets…

Again, Alex bit down hard on her lip to control the sounds escaping from her mouth. She did exactly as Olivia instructed; rubbing her clit as her hole ached and throbbed, her wetness continually spilling out of her.

Olivia: I bet you look so sexy right now. Hiding under a blanket, rubbing your pussy, and thinking of me. I wonder if you're moaning. I wonder if you're whimpering. Fuck, I just want to fucking taste you…

Alex's body, as if reacting to the vivid language, began to become more animated. Her hips were rising and lowering as she rubbed herself, her thighs and legs were shaking, her breath was coming in shorter bursts. She even let out a few low moans freely, no longer trying to contain them.

And before Olivia could send another text that would probably throw Alex directly into an orgasm, she quickly texted a response with one hand.

Alex: I wish you could taste me. I'm very wet right now.

Olivia: God. I'd love nothing more than to lick you until you're coming into my mouth.

Letting out more shaky breaths, Alex continued to rub herself; laying her head back against the couch cushion and closing her eyes, imagining Olivia running her tongue against her slit. And after a few minutes, another text came in.

Olivia: Are you imagining it? Me swirling my tongue around your clit, then pulling it into my mouth?

"Fuck," Alex whispered through gritted teeth, her fingers picking up the pace against her clitoris.

Alex: Yes… I want that badly.

Olivia: So do I. I want to lick you until your thighs are shaking around my head and you're grasping at my hair. I want to lick you until you come, and then keep licking you until you come again and again and again. You'll have to pry me away from your pussy.

This was Alex's undoing.

Closing her eyes once more to imagine just that, Alex threw her head back on the couch as she rubbed herself faster, an orgasm quickly approaching. All she could see was Olivia's brown eyes looking up into her own as her tongue glided against her clit, licking it fervently as she grew closer and closer to the edge.

Her breath now shallow, Alex bit down on her bottom lip as she choked back a few moans that threatened to escape and break the silence of the room. Her hips began bucking up faster against her hand as she felt her orgasm begin to course through her.

And as if Olivia had perfect timing, another text popped up.

Olivia: Make yourself come for me, Alex.

And come, Alex did. Throwing her face into the couch pillow to stifle her cries, Alex rode out the waves of her intense orgasm. She could feel the warmth spreading and tingling throughout her limbs as her body trembled; her hole clenching and twitching as cum slipped from her and into her underwear.

After giving herself a few moments to recover, Alex picked up her phone to respond to Olivia.

Alex: Wow.

Olivia: Yeah? Did you come good?

Alex: Yes. But not as good as if you were here, I'm sure.

Olivia: Oh, definitely not. ;).

Alex: I'm going to bed, now. You should too. You have class in the morning, you know.

Olivia: Ha ha. So do you! See you tomorrow, Professor?

Alex: Yes. See you tomorrow.

Olivia: Great. Try not to think too much about me playing with myself ;).

Alex: Behave. Goodnight, Miss Benson.

Olivia: Maybe ;). Goodnight, Alexandra.

Picking herself up off the couch, Alex headed to the bathroom to clean up before crawling back into bed, thoughts of her student still racing through her mind.

Sipping her coffee as she sat at their usual table, Olivia hummed to herself as she listened to music and bopped her head. She again was early to class, (about 30 minutes, to be exact), and was the first one there.

For the next ten minutes, she continued to hum and lightly sing to herself as she drummed the desk, locking eyes with Elliot and Amanda as they came in the classroom.

"Good morning!" Olivia greeted with a smile, removing her headphones and drinking more coffee.

An eyebrow raised in suspicion, Elliot surveyed Olivia carefully as he threw his backpack down at his feet.

"Why are you so chipper?" He asked.

Olivia shrugged as she continued to drum on the desk. "No reason."

"Bullshit," Elliot replied, not buying it.

"Yeah, what's up with you?" Amanda asked. "Wait. Did you get laid?"

A slow smile formed on Elliot's face as he leaned in and stared at Olivia.

"Yeah, did you?"

Smirking to herself, Olivia shrugged again, refusing to make eye contact with either of her friends. "Kinda, not exactly."

"What does that even mean?" Elliot asked confused.

"I sexted someone," Olivia finally admitted, unable to control her grin.

"Sexting? That's what's got you so giddy?" Elliot asked again before scoffing.

"Hey, leave her alone, Elliot. It obviously was a big deal to her," Amanda said, rolling her eyes at him.

"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it!" Elliot defended. "I'm just saying, it's got you pretty smiley for just being sexting. Who was it?"

Olivia shook her head. "Secret."

"Secret? Oh come on, tell us!" Elliot pleaded.

Olivia shook her head again.

"Come on, we probably don't even know her," Amanda said.

Smirking again, Olivia chewed her lip before drinking more coffee. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," she mumbled.

Both Elliot and Amanda leaned in closer.

"Wait, really? Who? Is she in this class?" Elliot asked.

"Not telling," Olivia sing-songed with a proud smile.

Elliot and Amanda spent the next few minutes trying to get the information out of her until someone else came in the classroom.

And who other would it be, than their professor.

Shooting her eyes up to Alex's direction, Olivia couldn't help the smirk on her face as they locked eyes. Alex looked back at Olivia and met her stare, flashing her own smirk as her cheeks began to fill with color.

Olivia watched Alex the entire way to the podium, licking her lips as she surveyed Alex's plunging neckline of her floral dress.

"Ho-ly shit," Elliot whispered to Olivia, more students coming into the classroom now. "Did you sext Professor Hottie?"

Quickly whipping her head over to Elliot, Olivia shook her head rapidly as she gave him a scared look.

He wasn't buying it. Her reaction was too defensive.

His mouth agape, he looked to Amanda who was flicking her eyes back and forth between Olivia and Alex. She too then dropped her mouth open before leaning in to whisper to Olivia.

"Oh my God. It was her, wasn't it?"

Now whipping her head towards Amanda, Olivia frantically tried to shake her head in protest.

"You sly fucking dog!" Elliot whispered, a little too loud for Olivia's comfort, as he patted her on the back.

"Hush!" Olivia angrily whispered, checking around to make sure no one else was listening. "No, that's not what happened!"

Just then, Olivia's phone lit up on the desk. The text message was from Alex.

Shooting her eyes up to the front of the room, Olivia wasn't met with Alex's gaze. Probably for good reason, she suspected – Alex didn't want to be obvious.

"Uhh, then who is this Alex?" Elliot whispered, looking down at Olivia's phone, before Olivia snatched it away from his view.

"No way," Amanda said, flabbergasted.

Putting her phone underneath the desk, Olivia looked up at Alex one more time before looking down to her phone to read the text; Elliot and Amanda looking carefully over her shoulders to see what it said.

Alex: I expect you to behave yourself in class, Miss Benson. I would hate to have to meet you in my office afterwards.

"Dude, it is her!" Elliot whispered, earning himself a smack on the thigh under the table.

Through gritted teeth, Olivia said, "I swear to God, if you don't shut up right now, you won't make it to your afternoon classes."

She then leaned over towards Amanda and said to her, still through gritted teeth, "That goes for you, too. Not a fucking word."

They both nodded in agreement as they nonchalantly watched Olivia type out her text back to Alex.

Olivia: Oh, would you now? That's unfortunate. I was looking forward to an extra lesson after class… but, I'll behave. It's you I'm worried about. You look good in that dress, by the way. I bet you'd look even better out of it ;).

"Damn, Olivia!" Amanda whispered, causing Olivia to immediately lock her phone and place it between her thighs.

All three of them watched as Alex picked up her phone from the podium and fiddled with it for a few moments, before placing it back down. She never looked up to make eye contact with Olivia's table.

Olivia then pulled her phone back out. She of course had a new text from Alex, confirming to both Elliot and Amanda that it was indeed their professor texting Olivia.

Alex: Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Benson. But don't worry about me. I'm a lawyer, remember? I have a great poker face. I suggest you start to find yours, too. All that smirking you're doing is giving you away.

"She's smooth," Elliot said with a faint whistle.

Olivia looked back and forth between Elliot and Amanda a few times, a look of annoyance on her face. "Can you two quit being nosy?"

"No," Elliot said with a smile.

Amanda chuckled quietly as they again watched Olivia type out a response.

Olivia: Sorry. It's hard not to, considering I know what made you come, last night. And then you waltz in here, showing a more revealing dress than usual? Come on. You're begging for me at this point.

"Olivia!" Amanda whispered, shocked at what she just read.

"What?" Olivia whispered back, smirking as she again looked over to watch Alex.

Alex again carefully picked up her phone, typing out another response to Olivia.

Alex: I don't beg. Remember that. Now put your phone away, class is starting soon. And remember to put that self control to use, today.

"God damn," Elliot whispered, causing Olivia to hit him again.

"I really need a privacy screen…" Olivia grumbled as she shoved her phone in her pocket.

Making her way to the front of the classroom, Alex spoke up.

"Okay, class. Are we ready for the next unit?"