I sat waiting for what felt like hours. Watching eventually grew tiresome, and I resorted to reading a book on my phone. I’m not a fan of electronic reading devices, but I have acknowledged the usefulness of them. I have one because carrying a book around with me isn’t always suitable. And in times like this, I’m grateful I gave in. I’m halfway through the last chapter of the book, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a light shining from up high. I look up and see you, an absolute vision, walking across your room, taking off your jacket and hanging it up on a coat rack. I love that you don’t throw it over a chair or on the floor like most other people would. It shows respect and a sense of order and tidiness.
Smartly, you close the curtains of your bedroom. However, with the light shining from the background, I can still make out your perfectly svelte frame. I watch with renewed vigor and enthusiasm. Gazing upon your silhouette as you remove your clothes, moving as if you are performing a dance. A dance made just for me. I feel my dick harden, and I’m thrown into a vision of you in front of me, stripping for me, instead of me peering at you like some creep, which I’m not. With my head cocked to the side, on my seat, I look on as I watch you unzip the back of your dress. The way you lift your hair up to not get it caught in the zipper has my blood pumping. Looking around, I ensure there are no unsuspecting neighbors and undo my belt and pull the zipper down on my slacks, freeing my now raging hard cock. Gripping it firmly in my hand, I stroke myself as I picture your hand being the one to move up my shaft. It’s so vivid it’s like I can practically feel you.
It wouldn’t usually take this little to get me going. I’m, for the most part, a hard man to please sexually in the bedroom. It takes the right kind of woman to have me acting this way. Have me thinking and feeling this way. You were never meant to be that right kind of woman for me, Viola. You were never meant to walk into my life. I was never meant to attach myself to you. I’m too goddamn smart for all this, yet here I am, jerking off as I watch your silhouette. The way you stand there in just your underwear. The way I want to burst in through your door and fuck you against your window so the world can see that you’re mine. They’ll know that I’ve chosen you and will mark you as mine in every way I can.
I increase the speed of my hand and even though I had sex very recently, I’m about to burst like a teenage boy. This is why I crave you, Viola. This is why I need you and can’t think straight when I’m around you. This is why, in the end, we’ll be each other’s undoing. You’re way too dangerous for me. It’s as if you were sent here to punish me for my past indiscretions. Is this a test? Is this a test to see if I’ve lived up to my word, God? I should have been able to resist. I’ve been able to with so many others, but I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again and again, there’s something about you. I’m conflicted with what is morally right and lawful and what I want, and right now, what I want is winning. It’s winning as I pump myself harder when I see your arms go behind your back and you unclasp your bra. The way you turn and I can see the outline of your breasts. I haven’t fully seen them, and I already know how beautiful they are. Perfectly perky breasts that seem to call out to me. To touch, suck, bite, and kiss. To play with them so well that it makes you come from just that simple act.
And then you take a step, and that’s all that is needed for me to empty out all over my hand. Hard breaths come out as I slow the pace until every drop is out of me.
“Fuck.”
Cleaning myself off and making myself presentable, I glance over at your window one last time before starting the engine and leaving.
Come judgment day, if I’m sent straight to hell for this moment, I’ll take it gladly. Because any moment I get to experience you is worth all the punishment in the world.
Chapter Five
Ian
“Remember, your written assessment is due in a week. You are to submit it via the online portal. Failure to do this will result in you losing a mark per day it’s late. You have five days from the due date to hand it in. At the end of the fifth date, it is noted as a failing grade.”
Each student nods their head in understanding. It’s a sea of varying expressions. I can tell which students have already completed their assessments to the ones that haven’t even begun. It’s not an easy assessment, so the ones that have yet to start are stupidly overconfident. I can even pick out the ones that don’t want to come off as unprepared, but are just that. I see it year after year. I’m just grateful that most of the class are on track. Maybe they won’t be as insufferable as last year’s.
Of course, as expected, you are one of my students
