Campus Fun (closed)

[Asa]

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Melina Braddock
Mediterranean of Greek mother American father
Long raven hair
Dark eyes
Body of a dancer Well blessed form even in high school

She had managed to talk her parents into letting her move in with her sister so that she could finish her senior year of high school and she had partied on campus whenever her sister went and even some she didn't. Thats where she met him. He was a younger professor there and they hit it off well enough that he even took her to prom and was her guest at the after graduation party. They had fooled around some but he never let it go too far. She however knew that he was more reluctant that he would admit when he stopped their actions and left.

She knew she had power and now that she was a freshman at the university she was going to use that power and allow him to give into his thoughts hungers and desires. Oh she knew he was seeing his department heads daughter but after seeing the little wilting violet she knew there was no competition she would be able to get him and if he kept the bosses daughter on the side so be it she might just have a guy or two on the side as well.

She made sure that her schedule was changed at the last possible second so that all he would know was that there was a new student added to his roster but not time enough to find out who. Sitting right up front she wore a billowy off the shoulders almost gauze thin top with a spaghetti strap second skin top under it and a short billowy skirt and 3 inch heels her hair pulled up like she wore it to her graduation. Remembering all too well him pulling the clip out of her hair and her waist length hair cascading down over his hands and face as he kissed her neck and caressed her form through her satiny blouse.

She smiled as she watched him nearly fall over the corner of the desk when he saw here there. Her long legs crossed at the ankles and tucked beside the chair legs. She licked her lips slightly and leaned back a little twirling a lock of hair around her fingers. Those dark exotic eyes watching him. She knew that every guy in the class was locked on her but she could care less she had only one target for now and that was him. Let the games begin...

 

[lovingfingers]

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Anton Intini

Renaissance literature was challenging enough to teach. The head of his department has assigned him to it almost as a challenge, and he wondered how much of that was due to his involvement with his daughter. He chose that word carefully. He was in a relationship with her, but there were times he wondered why. Yes, they had a number of shared interests and got on well together, but... As he looked around campus and saw the young desire between the students, he was grimly reminded of the lack of the same between him and Bethany. It was not that she was unattractive. It was that they lacked chemistry and she seemed almost to tolerate sex more than enjoy it, or want it.

But as students filed into his class room, he put her out of his mind, rather too easily. He studied each as they entered, sussing each out. A moments look at each, and then onto the next, until she walked in.

Melina... His eyes widened and he felt his temperature rise. If there was a polar opposite to Bethany, it was this gorgeous siren of a young woman. He had met her some months ago, at a campus party. Although it was not his style, or if he had met her anywhere else, he would have bedded her that night. Every literary cliche about desire, he felt for her.

He had only barely kept himself in check, and a good thing too, as he later learned she was under age. He was later stunned when she invited him to her graduation. Against his better judgement, he went, and later, after a few drinks, alone with her, he had almost succumbed. Only the sounds of people outside the door of the room they were in halted him. In that moment, he realized what a bad idea this was. But there had not been a day since then that he had not thought about it, about her...

And now she walked into his class, looking impossibly sexy and darkly romantic. She took a seat with casual grace, curling her legs beneath her chair, looking at him fixedly as she twirled her hair. He felt his cock swelling in his trousers, and...

He tore his look from her to see every guy in the class looking her way, and the girls looking annoyed. He took a breath, "Welcome to Renaissance Literature 302. You have chosen one of the more difficult classes, but highly rewarding."

He continued on, referring to his notes, making a point of not looking at Melina. Only when he asked questions and was looking for responses did he see her, and then, she was always smiling. He asked a particular question, and she was the only one to raise her hand. He gestured towards her, "Yes M.."

He cut himself off, not letting her name pass his lips. Her answer was correct, and he continued on, until the bell rang. He gave out the first assignment, and leaned back against the wall as the students filed out. All save one...

 

[Asa]

She had met him through her sister Angelique and her girlfriend. They had hung out together watching movies at the condo with her sisrer and after her date had become too ill he had been her date to prom and the after party graduation night. Walking towards him after everyone left she finally spoke her ever full sultry accent danced through her words though she had never spent more time than a summer or two in Santorini.

Hello Anton. Angelique and Malory are all moved out and the condo is all mine free and legal... Just like everything else. You should stop for movie night again... Sometime.

As her hand left the desk a single innocently hidden key remained behind. With that a turn as her hips twirled and swayed carrying her out of the classroom and off to dance class.

 

[lovingfingers]

As she turned and walked down the aisle towards the door, Anton's mouth went slack. That she was a dancer was clear, the toned legs and gluts moving beneath the clingy skirt. She did not look back, and he knew it was because she knew he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Simple. Direct. An unambiguous invitation to fuck her. He looked down at his desk, and saw the key. He sat down at his desk, taking the key and looking at it. He was startled when he heard a female voice asking, "Professor?"

He looked up to see one of the girls from his class at the door. "Yes?" he replied.

He could see her blush as she asked, "Will you be having office hours this week?"

"Uh.. yes," he replied, thinking quickly, "Thursday. My hours are on the syllabus."

"OK, got it. Thanks!" she replied and ducked out again.

He settled back down, and began to pack up his bag. As he left the room, he heard his phone chirp. He pulled it from his pocket. Text from Bethany, "Italian?"

"Sure," he replied, "Meet you there?"

He didn't even think about it. Just another of their habits. In some ways, thats all they had, habits. They had only been dating a year, but it felt like forever.

He felt the key in his pocket. It almost burned, and he felt his cock swell.

He walked more quickly. What was he thinking of? He couldn't. It would ruin him, cost him his job, relationship, reputation, everything!

And for a moment, he didn't feel the key. His hand went quickly to his pants, and he sighed with relief when he felt it again. He was so fucked...

 

[Asa]

After dance class she was relaxing laying down on the grass by the fountain where students and teachers were able to relax outside. Still in the shorts and tank top from dance class enjoying the sun and dismissing boys who tried to get her attention. She had one earbud in listening to music. Her dark hair pooling behind her as she reclined on her elbows and forearms which only seemed to enhance her well blessed form.

She only had his class and dance team that day but with the beginning of their game she felt no need to hurry to her Mediterranean style condo... Yet. She knew he would fight any feelings after all even if that wilting violet of a girlfriend couldn't satisfy him she knew he didn't want to lose his job. How long would it take? Even after he started to give in she knew he would wall up and run till everything simply happened.

She closed her eyes and smiled remembering how close they had both gotten when he had stopped by the condo realizing he couldn't finish his drive home from a party he had attended not realizing how much he had truly drunk. Angelique was out with her girlfriend and while he sobered up they sat there watching a movie only to end up with her on his lap and his tongue halfway down her throat. That seemed to help he most to sober him up as he "woke up" with his chest bared... his shirt untucked belt open and his hand up her shirt. He crashed a few times at the condo falling asleep watching a movie... Talking in his sleep.

 

[lovingfingers]

He met Bethany at Bentori's. It wasn't the best Italian, by far, but it was closest to the WASP Italian she grew up with. As he entered, he saw her at the far end of the restaurant. As he walked closer, he was struck by how different she was than Melina. Dressed conservatively, sipping wine, reading a book, not the center of attention. She barely looked up as he seated himself, leaning over to give him a peck. When she set her book down, her eyes were friendly, but no fire burned in them. She glanced about as they chatted. He was only a part of scene for her, not the focus.

He ordered a cocktail as they perused the menu. He was hungry, very hungry. But he knew nothing here was really going to sate him. Once they had ordered, she told him that she had news. He gestured and she informed him that she was going to Venice for a month for a research project. He asked when she was going to leave and she surprised him by saying tomorrow.

When she explained the details, he sighed, then smiled, suggesting they enjoy their last evening together. She shook her head, saying she had to pack and didn't have time for all that. He was about to object when dinner arrived, and soon they were eating in silence, each in separate worlds.

 

[Asa]

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After relaxing for a bit on campus she headed home to the condo and ordered delivery from a local Greek restaurant and sank into a nice hot bath. By the time the food arrived she was clad in her long T-shirt that draped nearly to her knees and nothing else as she old ed the door and paying the drooling delivery driver ckr the food. As she shut the door she smirked. The guy was as old as her father if not older she had little doubt she would be a remembered delivery.

Tossing on a movie she sat back with a glass of wine and her dinner. Thinking back to a summer of movies and curled up Anton.

 

[lovingfingers]

Dinner ground to an end. Bethany glanced at her watch and said she was going to have to run. She got up and leaned down to give him a peck, before saying she would be in touch. As an afterthought, she added an "I love you," before walking out.

Anton watched her go, feeling enormously dissatisfied. The waitress, who had been watching them all evening, walked up to him, "Is there something else you would like?"

She was standing close, so close that he caught a whiff of her perfume. He looked up at her and met her eyes, a number of thoughts and impulses running through him. "Yes," he replied honestly, then looked down at the card on the table, "grappo. Please."

"Sure hon, whatever you want," she smiled, before turning and walking to the bar.

"And Melina," he murmured when she was out of earshot. The moment had forced him to admit what his body knew, and had known for months. He wanted Melina, not Bethany, not the waitress, Melina.

How different dinner would have been if she had been dining across from him, those dark eyes caressing him, her foot running along his leg. He felt a surge of arousal course through him.

Only to be broken by the waitress returning with a small glass. She bent over to set it on the table, making sure he had a clear view of her cleavage, "Anything else hon?"

He smiled at her, not wanting to hurt her feelings, "Not right now, but perhaps the check?"

Her ego stroked, she purred, "right away."

Fifteen minutes later, he was in his car, driving home. At least that was his intent. He drove a scenic route, passing down the street he recalled Melina living upon. That drunken night he had spent there flashed through his mind. It had been the most stunningly erotic experience he had ever had and had haunted his dreams ever since.

The key she had given him was still in his pocket. He slowed as he approached her condo, glancing at the building. Was he out of his mind?

 

[Asa]

She had fallen asleep there on the couch till her phone chirped to life. A text from Angelique asking about school. She told her everything was going good for it only being the first day and then she went about putting the leftovers away pouring one last glass of wine for the night and swapping the TV for some music as she twirled about.

 

[lovingfingers]

As fate would have it, there was a parking space on the street in front of her building. Anton pulled into it and put the car in park. He stared at the two windows of her living room, feeling like a stalker. His eyes widened when he saw her, circling, dancing. He only caught glimpses of her as she moved past the windows, her long hair streaming. Whatever she was wearing clung to her like a second skin, making each vision of her a stunning tease. He breathed out raggedly, "Oh.. God.. Melinaaa..."

 

[Asa]

Finishing off the glass of wine then the rest of the bottle she danced around for a couple of more songs before slowly shutting down the kitchen and the living room to head upstairs to her room. Sleep was needed for the demonic time she was scheduled to take her ancient studies class.

 

[lovingfingers]

His hand drifted to the car door, and then stopped. The lights went out in the living room. She was going to bed... He had a key...

His lustful reverie was broken by the sound of a car behind him, the driver tapping his horn, calling over to him, "Hey, you going or coming?"

Anton gritted his teeth, muttering, "I guess neither."

He put his car into drive and pulled out of the parking place. He cursed with frustration as he drove home. Why the hell hadn't he gone in? OK, so maybe his... the woman he was seeing.. hadn't even left town and he was already on the verge of sleeping with someone else.

As he pulled into the lot outside his condo, his mind went a bit wild. No, not sleep, but make love, wild, passionate, burning hot sex. His entire being craved that girl, and there was no way he could deny it.

But the cost, the cost.... He continued to swear as he walked into building.

He drank more that night, getting to be only late, his dreams consumed by her.

The next morning, he woke with a start, his flesh hard and aching. He groaned and forced himself into a cold shower. He dressed casually. No classes that day, only office hours.

He had barely sat down in his office, when he heard a rap at the door. The girl who had asked about office hours yesterday came in and stood in front of his desk. She was squeaky clean in a white blouse and plaid skirt, the very image of a school girl. He asked what he could do for her, and she clasped her hands, telling him how she wanted to do well in his class. He laughed, agreeing with her.

She leaned closer, telling him more quietly she would do anything to do well is his class. He paused, then replied softly, "Study hard. I am sure you will do fine."

She straightened up, obviously not expecting that response, covering, saying, "I will. Thank you!"

She left blushing and he sat, shaking his head. Another student arrived, a studious looking guy, asking about extra credit. He sent him away, saying it was a bit early for that.

He did manage to wade through some email when he heard his door open and then close. He looked up and his eyes widened...

 

[Asa]

She stood there in the doorway.

Hello.

She closed the door behind her as she smiled and walked toward him. A low neckline billowy top and matching skirt that showed off every sway of her hips. Walking around she leaned back against his desk facing him on the same side as his chair.

We really didn't get much time to talk yesterday.

 

[lovingfingers]

The raw sensuality of this woman stunned him. He was motionless as she walked slowly around his desk, her lithe body moving gracefully. He slid his chair back as she positioned herself between him and his laptop. Her scents washed over him, mixed with amber and sandalwood. He inhaled deeply, like a dog smelling a bitch in heat, his cock rising at her mere presence.

He raised an eyebrow, "Somehow, I don't think either of us really wants to.. talk."

She giggled and he couldn't but help see her breasts bounce, and her nipples slowly harden.

His head turned as he heard the click of heels in the hallway. Looking back at her, he made a decision, saying quietly, "The door is not locked, and students have been visiting me all morning."

She moved a little closer to him, breathing, "And?"

"If I promise to come over.. for a movie, soon," he hastened, "will you be more discreet?"

 

[Asa]

She winked and moved to put a heel on the edge of his chair. Why should I go? I... could wait till you locked the door real quick. Or...

She winked... Maybe I could just hide under the desk?

Even if he stood up his hand would have to touch her leg.

 

[lovingfingers]

Anton smiled evilly as he ran his hand up her proffered leg, his fingertips moving over her knee and along her inner thigh, beneath her skirt. He came to rest at the apex of her thighs, brushing the soft skin just next to the lace of her panties and the wet sex beneath.

He looked into her eyes as he heard her breath catch, "Because the first time with you, I will not be rushed or furtive. I want to find out how loudly you cry when you cum. And I have no intention of being quiet when I fill you."

He slid his hand down her leg, clasping ankle and setting it down on the floor. He rose, standing so close she could feel his heat and the bulge in his pants brush her.

He whispered, "when will be home this evening ?"

 

[Asa]

What about your little girlfriend? Your job? Or are you afraid you couldn't keep your composure if I hid under that desk?

I end my last class at 6 pm... But we know you will back off you always do.

 

[lovingfingers]

His brow furrowed slightly at her rebuke. "Hmmph," he huffed, side stepping her and walking to the door. With a quick flick of his wrist, he flipped the deadbolt into place, and the turned off the light. Sunlight through the window still illuminated the room. Being on the third floor, only some climbing high in the nearest trees could see in.

He walked back to her, standing close again, looking at her defiantly, "So, on my desk, or beneath it?"

 

[Asa]

She hopped up on his desk sitting there with a smile as she watched him. She knew he would let himself get so very close but his job meant everything to him she knew that too.

Come here... It is called take someone's innocence...after all and I know you have had dreams of taking me right here in this office Anton.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Innocent is not a word I would use to describe you right now," he mused to her, as he moved close his desk. Her legs were parted slightly and he pressed his legs between hers. They parted easily for him. He set his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back gently, until she was lying on his desk. His cock throbbed as he ran his hands up and down her torso, flicking his thumbs over her nipples with each pass. He edged her legs wider, breathing, "Now this is closer to what I have dreamt..."

 

[Asa]

She laid there wondering what would scare him off. The realization that she was a virgin or maybe she knew his boss might show up any minute

Tell me more have you really been dreaming about this office being where you truly take a virgin?

 

[lovingfingers]

Hia hands froze, clasping her narrow waist. He closed hia eyes for a moment to collect himself. "No," he sighed, "that was not part of my fantasy. I... I didn't know. "

He pulled her to a sitting position again, and took her hand. He set it on the bulge in pants, "I want you. Make no mistake. But you deserve netter than this desk."

 

[Asa]

A brow raised briefly as she smirked feeling how hard he was. Her hand slid the length to remember just what he had to offer.

I also know the Dean of the department is making rounds today... Wouldn't want him to catch you with the daughter of contributor.

She winked.

Moms parents donate once a month or so to the department of their grandchilds major. So with Angelique it was the science department and me... The histories department.

She leaned up her hand quickly in his hair as she kissed him firmly like he did her that night his tongue spent half a movie down her throat. Then as if nothing at all happened she turned and walked away unlocking the door and walking out headed to her Archeology class.

 

[lovingfingers]

The phrase 'cock tease' ran through his mind. He sat down in his chair, repositioning his painfully uncomfortable erection. Once again, he had been the nice guy, the cautious guy, and had been left with blue balls as a result.

As no came through or by his door for the proceeding hour, he quietly cursed himself. This was... unacceptable. He should either just write Melina off as trouble, or bed her. The thought of the latter made his cock pulse anew. She had given him a key...

But she was not going to jerk him around like this again, he resolved. Two could play this game.

He did not go to her condo that evening, frustratingly biding his time. The next morning, he dressed for class. Instead of his usual layered look, he put on one of his better Italian suits. He chose to enter the classroom after most of the students, letting the eyes of the female students wash over him. He saw Melina, in the front row again, as he passed by, and made a point of not undressing her with his eyes. He set his briefcase down on the desk, "Good morning! How did you find your first reading?"

 

[Asa]

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She sat there paying attention a smile gracing her lips. She was attentive in class but seemed disinterested in him the suit or the stares he got from the other girls. The consummate actress even when class was over speaking with one of the more rugged looking men in the class a junior to be exact with as rugged a rep.

Again after dance class she was in the little grassy park sunning herself talking with her best friend.