I felt my heart jump when a spark shot from the socket that my notebook’s battery was plugged into after I pushed the start-up button on my laptop. Soon after, my dorm room went dark.
The sound of lighting crashing against the wet sky made the darkness even more haunting as I sat there thinking of other options.
It was mid-terms week and procrastination had left me with two exams to study for and a 10-page report on the pros and cons of social media, with only 6 pages written.
“Shit” I hissed. Before I could mentally sort through a list of possible excuses I could give my professor, I remembered – he did say if I needed anything, I could just call him.
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A second year grad student that taught undergrads part-time, Miller was incomparable.
Maybe it was his brown-rimmed glasses and full lips that he liked to lick every time he looked my way in class. Or was it his smooth sienna-colored skin that had the right amount of sheen to it and glistened under the classroom’s bulbs?
No, it’s definitely those bedroom eyes that are dark and omniscient. They always made me feel like my thoughts were naked, but I like it.
“Miller,” He said on the other end of my cell.
“Hey,” I responded, softening my voice the way I usually did when I conversed with men I liked at late hours of the night, “I need your help.”
I could hear the rustling of papers on the other end of the phone and felt bad for interrupting whatever he was doing. “And who is this?”
“Oh,” I giggled at myself assuming I was the only girl who had his 10-digits. “Sorry, it’s Nalah.”
The sound of the papers moving around stopped for just a moment as silence replaced words.
“Uh, the power just went out in the dorm and I need to finish this report that’s due tomorrow.” I continued, hoping that I had his attention.
“Well, I’m at home right now, so…”
“I can come over,” I interjected. I could feel him about to give me a soft no and refused to accept it. “And since the paper is for your class, I was thinking you could help me out.”
I could hear him debating with himself as I began tapping the tip of my chipped black painted nail on my computer desk. The orange glow from the street lamp beamed through my dusty window blinds while I wondered what was taking him so long to give me an answer.
“Is it safe for you to come all the way here in this weather? Couldn’t you just go to the student library?” He inquired.
I exhaled like a child who couldn’t get their favorite cereal. “You’re not that far from me you know. If I can recall, you’re just a few blocks off campus, right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Come on,” I pleaded. “You did say if I needed anything I could call you. Well this is the anything. You got me or what?”
“Um…”
“What? You got a girl over there or something?”
“No, and that’s really none of your business.” He said sternly.
“Fine, so then what’s up?”
I could feel his hesitation from blocks away. “Alright, you can come over.”
And before he could finish telling me his address, I bolted to the elevator, because he didn’t have to tell me twice.
I pitied all the other students that were going to be without lights for the night as one by one they poked their heads outside the doors of their dorm rooms wondering what had happened to the power. But that was a short lived concern for me because I was too busy anticipating seeing Professor Miller outside of the classroom.
By the time I pressed the tip of my index finger against the metal button that rang Miller’s doorbell outside his apartment building, I was drenched. My jeans were stuck to my skin as if they were made of saran wrap and my white t-shirt might as well have been see-through because it gave those passing by a good view of my purple bra. If I hadn’t tossed on my blue Yankee cap, my pressed strands would have been just as saturated.
Miller didn’t even ask who it was before buzzing me up, presumably because he was already expecting me. As I pulled myself up the fourth flight of stairs, I saw that a door was slightly opened. I peered through the small crack and spotted him sitting at his desk.
When I walked in, I noticed that his apartment was small. Actually, small wasn’t really what it was because it was smaller than that especially for a one bedroom. It was almost the same size of my dorm room but looked smaller because of the random stacks of textbooks that stood like mini-skyscrapers against his wall.
“You made it.” Miller said, looking up at me right before doing a double take. He especially focused those eyes on the two headlights that were staring right back at him through my white shirt and behind my purple bra.
“Yeah I know,” I said reading his thoughts and shaking the excess rain water from my hand, “I’m wet.”
He cleared his throat and pointed to the desk that I would be glued to for the rest of the night. But before I could grab a seat, he offered me a pair of dry basketball shorts and a school t-shirt and showed me to his even more cramped bathroom to change.
Later that night, the time seemed to just fall off the clock. Before I knew it, it was 5 hours later and approaching midnight when I typed up my last paragraph. Professor Miller was still up, keeping me company with his presence and definitely not his words as he didn’t say more than 2 words to me since I arrived.
“Done,” I said as I clicked on the print tab. The cracking of the sky followed by the heavy patter on his air conditioner from the pouring rain outside gave hint that it wouldn’t be a fun commute back to my dorm.
“If you want, I can grade it right now.”
Really?! He can’t be serious, I thought.
“I think I’m good. I’ll just head out.” I said standing up from my seat. “You mind if I take this with me and bring them back some other time?” I asked pointing at the clothes he’d lent me.
“It’s bad out,” He said, both of us glancing outside his window. There was so much rain coming down that it looked like a tsunami was outside his window as the wind wisped back and forth against the rain. “You can stay on the couch tonight. I wouldn’t feel right sending you back out there with it looking like that.”
I glanced over my shoulder at his brown corduroy sofa bed and grappled with the idea. I really wanted him to offer me his bed with him in it.
“And you’re cool with that?” I asked.
His eyebrow arched for just a second and he mulled over my question then he nodded his answer.
Miller disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a pillow, a stripped fitted sheet, and a matching throw. I watched as his muscles on his medium frame flexed as he removed the cushions from the couch and pulled out the bed.
“If you get hot,” he said pointing at the only window in the living room that had an AC wedged between it, “You can always turn that on.”
I was already turned on, I thought to myself, but just nodded at his suggestion.
As I lay on my side on the sofa bed, one leg under the stripped throw and the other placed on top, I wondered if I was on his mind while he lay in his bedroom just feet away. I could hear the whispers of R&B playing behind his closed door and sensed he was still up. My eyes got heavy and my body was prepared to ease me in to lala land when the AC suddenly shut off.
It was hot, humid, and muggy outside and the thought of no AC for the night terrified me. I got up from the sofa bed to go and take a closer look at the unit. It was not as if I had any clue how to fix it but I had to do something. The soft R&B that was playing in his room was replaced with silence. It was apparent that the power outage hit his building too.
With no AC and no way to open the window, I decided that sleep wasn’t an option. Plus, I was sure that my dorm was able to restore the power or at least keep things running with a backup generator. So I tip toed toward his room, his wood paneled floor creaking below my feet, and slowly pushed open his door to let him know that I would be heading back to my dorm.
But when his bedroom door opened and I spotted him, his back toward me and him lying there shirtless with just his boxers clinging to his lower half, the plan changed.
“Professor Miller,” I whispered as I stood in front of his bedroom’s door. The rain began to fall heavier outside. The wind was literally throwing the rain water against his window at this point.
When I whispered his name again to get his attention he rolled on his back and that’s when I noticed his midnight wood. It pushed at the seat of his boxers and I said a silent prayer for it to peek through the boxers slit. I licked my lips at its long, solid sheathed form and how it stood tall; practically telling me it was okay to have my way.
My eyes bounced between Miller – who was still knocked out – down to his hard on. Each second that passed I felt myself getting even more taken by the sight of this man who even asleep had me captivated.
So I did the first thing that came to mind – I went for it.
I took light steps toward his bed making sure to avoid certain spots on his wooden floor as not to cause the same creaking noises from the living room
I was at his side when I brushed the tip of my nose against his neck that was damp from the heat and smelled of aftershave.
I left a kiss.
I left another one below the last one as my hand smooth down his cleanly shaven chest right before coiling gently around his stiffness that continue to stand tall behind his boxers. The heavy sleeper he was, he let out a groan underneath his breath but still hadn’t opened his eyes.
So I continued.
I moved down to his erection and when I got close I sat in front of it while peeling back the slit of his boxers like a banana. And when it was exposed, I leaned over and slipped him slowly into my mouth.
I wrapped my full lips firmly around him and took as much of him in as I could.
I kept my eyes on him the entire time as I twirled my tongue and sucked up the pre-cum that began to drizzle from the tip. I wanted to see his face the moment he realized that I was pleasing him in his sleep, and no it wasn’t a dream but it bordered one of the many fantasies I’ve had while he scribbled on the blackboard in class.
When I circled the tip with my tongue, his groans got stronger and his eyes slowly opened. They rolled back before they locked with mine.
“Damn Nahla,” He softly uttered before placing his hand on the back of my head, guiding his rod in and then out.
He used his other hand to balance himself so that he could get a better view and watched proudly as I worked all of my oral muscles. He hunched over and moved his free hand from my head to over my back, journeying to my ass. And when he got to it, he cupped its peach shape through the basketball shorts I wore
Miller gently pulled me off of him and pulled me up to straddle him.
“Hold on, do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah, I think so.” He responded.
Remembering that I had a couple of condoms tucked in my wallet in my satchel, I hopped off the bed and made my way toward the bedroom door.
Along the way, I removed his shirt and boxers, and unhooked my purple bra before slipping out of my black lace panties. He watched attentively as each item of clothing fell gently on his bedroom floor and smirked when I draped my lace panties on his bedroom’s doorknob.
When I got to the living room, I fished through my wallet. The sound of the rain dancing on his dead AC masked his footsteps as he crept behind me. I felt his hands wrap around my waist and the thickness of his lips as he pressed them against the back of my neck. I could also feel the sweet nectar between my thighs begin to form.
He retrieved the condom from my hand and slid it swiftly over online porn cameras
his erection then guided me toward one of the tall skyscrapers of textbooks that were as tall as my waist. He placed both of my hands on the wall behind them.
The tip of his index finger that began to polish the pill between my lips had me in his control. And he didn’t just enter me like the lovers in my past did. He teased me with it first, only placing the roundness of his dick’s head at my entrance as he continued to rub me to an orgasm.
When he felt me pulsate and my leg twitch, he pushed it all in, I moaned at every inch.
He stroked. I panted.
My moans and his groans picking up where the other left off.
Before turning me around to face him, he pushed aside two of his 600-page textbooks, then placed me on top of his manmade skyscraper, spreading my chocolate legs and slipping in me for more. My mind went blank and sweat trickled down the slope of my breasts, I was in the moment as he worked me over. He had one hand placed behind me for balance and the other lodged beneath one of my cheeks for elevation. His moans got louder as he started to pump me harder.
Then deeper.
He looked me right in the eyes and asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
I left his obvious question unanswered, pulling him into a kiss while feeling his body go limp from his climax.
The rain never did let up and that night, there in his cramped apartment, there were many rounds with Professor Miller. We christened his brown corduroy sofa bed, his bedroom, his kitchen’s entrance, and then his bathroom – the next morning.
Things seemed to have gone back to normal after our private session. Except now when I was in class, I wasn’t fantasizing about what it would be like to have Miller between my legs, I was now reminiscing. Instead of licking his lips at me while he stood in front of the class giving his lectures, he would smile knowingly.
And the following week when he handed back our graded reports, I wasn’t pissed at the B- he gave me, I was too busy smiling ear to ear at the A+ I got for blowing his mind.
THE END.
The sound of lighting crashing against the wet sky made the darkness even more haunting as I sat there thinking of other options.
It was mid-terms week and procrastination had left me with two exams to study for and a 10-page report on the pros and cons of social media, with only 6 pages written.
“Shit” I hissed. Before I could mentally sort through a list of possible excuses I could give my professor, I remembered – he did say if I needed anything, I could just call him.
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A second year grad student that taught undergrads part-time, Miller was incomparable.
Maybe it was his brown-rimmed glasses and full lips that he liked to lick every time he looked my way in class. Or was it his smooth sienna-colored skin that had the right amount of sheen to it and glistened under the classroom’s bulbs?
No, it’s definitely those bedroom eyes that are dark and omniscient. They always made me feel like my thoughts were naked, but I like it.
“Miller,” He said on the other end of my cell.
“Hey,” I responded, softening my voice the way I usually did when I conversed with men I liked at late hours of the night, “I need your help.”
I could hear the rustling of papers on the other end of the phone and felt bad for interrupting whatever he was doing. “And who is this?”
“Oh,” I giggled at myself assuming I was the only girl who had his 10-digits. “Sorry, it’s Nalah.”
The sound of the papers moving around stopped for just a moment as silence replaced words.
“Uh, the power just went out in the dorm and I need to finish this report that’s due tomorrow.” I continued, hoping that I had his attention.
“Well, I’m at home right now, so…”
“I can come over,” I interjected. I could feel him about to give me a soft no and refused to accept it. “And since the paper is for your class, I was thinking you could help me out.”
I could hear him debating with himself as I began tapping the tip of my chipped black painted nail on my computer desk. The orange glow from the street lamp beamed through my dusty window blinds while I wondered what was taking him so long to give me an answer.
“Is it safe for you to come all the way here in this weather? Couldn’t you just go to the student library?” He inquired.
I exhaled like a child who couldn’t get their favorite cereal. “You’re not that far from me you know. If I can recall, you’re just a few blocks off campus, right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Come on,” I pleaded. “You did say if I needed anything I could call you. Well this is the anything. You got me or what?”
“Um…”
“What? You got a girl over there or something?”
“No, and that’s really none of your business.” He said sternly.
“Fine, so then what’s up?”
I could feel his hesitation from blocks away. “Alright, you can come over.”
And before he could finish telling me his address, I bolted to the elevator, because he didn’t have to tell me twice.
I pitied all the other students that were going to be without lights for the night as one by one they poked their heads outside the doors of their dorm rooms wondering what had happened to the power. But that was a short lived concern for me because I was too busy anticipating seeing Professor Miller outside of the classroom.
By the time I pressed the tip of my index finger against the metal button that rang Miller’s doorbell outside his apartment building, I was drenched. My jeans were stuck to my skin as if they were made of saran wrap and my white t-shirt might as well have been see-through because it gave those passing by a good view of my purple bra. If I hadn’t tossed on my blue Yankee cap, my pressed strands would have been just as saturated.
Miller didn’t even ask who it was before buzzing me up, presumably because he was already expecting me. As I pulled myself up the fourth flight of stairs, I saw that a door was slightly opened. I peered through the small crack and spotted him sitting at his desk.
When I walked in, I noticed that his apartment was small. Actually, small wasn’t really what it was because it was smaller than that especially for a one bedroom. It was almost the same size of my dorm room but looked smaller because of the random stacks of textbooks that stood like mini-skyscrapers against his wall.
“You made it.” Miller said, looking up at me right before doing a double take. He especially focused those eyes on the two headlights that were staring right back at him through my white shirt and behind my purple bra.
“Yeah I know,” I said reading his thoughts and shaking the excess rain water from my hand, “I’m wet.”
He cleared his throat and pointed to the desk that I would be glued to for the rest of the night. But before I could grab a seat, he offered me a pair of dry basketball shorts and a school t-shirt and showed me to his even more cramped bathroom to change.
Later that night, the time seemed to just fall off the clock. Before I knew it, it was 5 hours later and approaching midnight when I typed up my last paragraph. Professor Miller was still up, keeping me company with his presence and definitely not his words as he didn’t say more than 2 words to me since I arrived.
“Done,” I said as I clicked on the print tab. The cracking of the sky followed by the heavy patter on his air conditioner from the pouring rain outside gave hint that it wouldn’t be a fun commute back to my dorm.
“If you want, I can grade it right now.”
Really?! He can’t be serious, I thought.
“I think I’m good. I’ll just head out.” I said standing up from my seat. “You mind if I take this with me and bring them back some other time?” I asked pointing at the clothes he’d lent me.
“It’s bad out,” He said, both of us glancing outside his window. There was so much rain coming down that it looked like a tsunami was outside his window as the wind wisped back and forth against the rain. “You can stay on the couch tonight. I wouldn’t feel right sending you back out there with it looking like that.”
I glanced over my shoulder at his brown corduroy sofa bed and grappled with the idea. I really wanted him to offer me his bed with him in it.
“And you’re cool with that?” I asked.
His eyebrow arched for just a second and he mulled over my question then he nodded his answer.
Miller disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a pillow, a stripped fitted sheet, and a matching throw. I watched as his muscles on his medium frame flexed as he removed the cushions from the couch and pulled out the bed.
“If you get hot,” he said pointing at the only window in the living room that had an AC wedged between it, “You can always turn that on.”
I was already turned on, I thought to myself, but just nodded at his suggestion.
As I lay on my side on the sofa bed, one leg under the stripped throw and the other placed on top, I wondered if I was on his mind while he lay in his bedroom just feet away. I could hear the whispers of R&B playing behind his closed door and sensed he was still up. My eyes got heavy and my body was prepared to ease me in to lala land when the AC suddenly shut off.
It was hot, humid, and muggy outside and the thought of no AC for the night terrified me. I got up from the sofa bed to go and take a closer look at the unit. It was not as if I had any clue how to fix it but I had to do something. The soft R&B that was playing in his room was replaced with silence. It was apparent that the power outage hit his building too.
With no AC and no way to open the window, I decided that sleep wasn’t an option. Plus, I was sure that my dorm was able to restore the power or at least keep things running with a backup generator. So I tip toed toward his room, his wood paneled floor creaking below my feet, and slowly pushed open his door to let him know that I would be heading back to my dorm.
But when his bedroom door opened and I spotted him, his back toward me and him lying there shirtless with just his boxers clinging to his lower half, the plan changed.
“Professor Miller,” I whispered as I stood in front of his bedroom’s door. The rain began to fall heavier outside. The wind was literally throwing the rain water against his window at this point.
When I whispered his name again to get his attention he rolled on his back and that’s when I noticed his midnight wood. It pushed at the seat of his boxers and I said a silent prayer for it to peek through the boxers slit. I licked my lips at its long, solid sheathed form and how it stood tall; practically telling me it was okay to have my way.
My eyes bounced between Miller – who was still knocked out – down to his hard on. Each second that passed I felt myself getting even more taken by the sight of this man who even asleep had me captivated.
So I did the first thing that came to mind – I went for it.
I took light steps toward his bed making sure to avoid certain spots on his wooden floor as not to cause the same creaking noises from the living room
I was at his side when I brushed the tip of my nose against his neck that was damp from the heat and smelled of aftershave.
I left a kiss.
I left another one below the last one as my hand smooth down his cleanly shaven chest right before coiling gently around his stiffness that continue to stand tall behind his boxers. The heavy sleeper he was, he let out a groan underneath his breath but still hadn’t opened his eyes.
So I continued.
I moved down to his erection and when I got close I sat in front of it while peeling back the slit of his boxers like a banana. And when it was exposed, I leaned over and slipped him slowly into my mouth.
I wrapped my full lips firmly around him and took as much of him in as I could.
I kept my eyes on him the entire time as I twirled my tongue and sucked up the pre-cum that began to drizzle from the tip. I wanted to see his face the moment he realized that I was pleasing him in his sleep, and no it wasn’t a dream but it bordered one of the many fantasies I’ve had while he scribbled on the blackboard in class.
When I circled the tip with my tongue, his groans got stronger and his eyes slowly opened. They rolled back before they locked with mine.
“Damn Nahla,” He softly uttered before placing his hand on the back of my head, guiding his rod in and then out.
He used his other hand to balance himself so that he could get a better view and watched proudly as I worked all of my oral muscles. He hunched over and moved his free hand from my head to over my back, journeying to my ass. And when he got to it, he cupped its peach shape through the basketball shorts I wore
Miller gently pulled me off of him and pulled me up to straddle him.
“Hold on, do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah, I think so.” He responded.
Remembering that I had a couple of condoms tucked in my wallet in my satchel, I hopped off the bed and made my way toward the bedroom door.
Along the way, I removed his shirt and boxers, and unhooked my purple bra before slipping out of my black lace panties. He watched attentively as each item of clothing fell gently on his bedroom floor and smirked when I draped my lace panties on his bedroom’s doorknob.
When I got to the living room, I fished through my wallet. The sound of the rain dancing on his dead AC masked his footsteps as he crept behind me. I felt his hands wrap around my waist and the thickness of his lips as he pressed them against the back of my neck. I could also feel the sweet nectar between my thighs begin to form.
He retrieved the condom from my hand and slid it swiftly over online porn cameras
his erection then guided me toward one of the tall skyscrapers of textbooks that were as tall as my waist. He placed both of my hands on the wall behind them.
The tip of his index finger that began to polish the pill between my lips had me in his control. And he didn’t just enter me like the lovers in my past did. He teased me with it first, only placing the roundness of his dick’s head at my entrance as he continued to rub me to an orgasm.
When he felt me pulsate and my leg twitch, he pushed it all in, I moaned at every inch.
He stroked. I panted.
My moans and his groans picking up where the other left off.
Before turning me around to face him, he pushed aside two of his 600-page textbooks, then placed me on top of his manmade skyscraper, spreading my chocolate legs and slipping in me for more. My mind went blank and sweat trickled down the slope of my breasts, I was in the moment as he worked me over. He had one hand placed behind me for balance and the other lodged beneath one of my cheeks for elevation. His moans got louder as he started to pump me harder.
Then deeper.
He looked me right in the eyes and asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
I left his obvious question unanswered, pulling him into a kiss while feeling his body go limp from his climax.
The rain never did let up and that night, there in his cramped apartment, there were many rounds with Professor Miller. We christened his brown corduroy sofa bed, his bedroom, his kitchen’s entrance, and then his bathroom – the next morning.
Things seemed to have gone back to normal after our private session. Except now when I was in class, I wasn’t fantasizing about what it would be like to have Miller between my legs, I was now reminiscing. Instead of licking his lips at me while he stood in front of the class giving his lectures, he would smile knowingly.
And the following week when he handed back our graded reports, I wasn’t pissed at the B- he gave me, I was too busy smiling ear to ear at the A+ I got for blowing his mind.
THE END.