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Morning comesand I juggle my coffee and my briefcase as I try to swim through the pack of students who are waiting for the bell to ring. If I hadn’t tossed and turned all night, I would have been tucked away in my office before they arrived. I find myself scanning the crowd for Aria. Maybe a quick glimpse of her will be enough to get me through the day.
No, I should cut this off cold turkey, you know, the whole “out of sight, out of mind” philosophy. Yeah, I don’t think that’s even possible.
I reach for the door and stop dead in my tracks as her reflection in the glass catches my eye. I watch as she takes two steps forward. She knows I’m looking and flashes me a smile. I guess there’s another raging hard-on forecasted for me today. It takes all of my strength to fight the urge to wave her to the front of the crowd and take her to my office.
I’m still holding the door handle when the bell rings and the crowd of teenagers moves forward, nearly crushing me against the door.
“Back up. The doors swing out, ladies and gentlemen,” I shout.
They inch back a bit, and I let myself in, stepping to the side to prevent being trampled by the stampede.Go to the office now. What are you waiting for?I tell myself to move but my feet refuse to take a single step until I feel Aria’s breath on my neck.
“Good morning, Professor Arrabella,” she whispers, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Good morning, Aria,” I answer as someone pushes her ample breasts against my back. “Don’t be late for class, young lady.” I struggle to form the words as tiny beads of sweat form on my forehead.
“Oh, you’re right. If I’m late, they’ll send me to the office. We don’t want that to happen. Or do we?” she giggles and walks away.
Holy shit. Shit, shit, shit. This just isn’t right. Does this little girl think she’s getting the better of me? No, that’s not going to happen. I’m the one in control here, and it’s time I start showing it.
4
LIBRARY TIME
ARIA
It’s been three days since I last saw Professor Arrabella.
At first, I didn’t know if he was out of the building or just avoiding me, but I spotted him rushing to his car after school yesterday. I was disappointed when I saw him but realized what his avoidance really means. If he wasn’t interested in me, he wouldn’t be going to such great lengths to keep his distance. No, he’s fighting his desire to be with me, and for him to be going to such extremes, that desire must be very strong.
Each Wednesday at one, I have research hour in the school library. I look forward to the smell of the old paper, the towering mahogany shelves, and the quiet. With the sunlight breaking through the stained glass windows, stepping into the library is like stepping back in time surrounded by an endless record of romance, fantasy, and mystery.
I take my usual seat at the table closest to the back and lose myself in an old poetry anthology, but as I read the perfectly timed lines, I hear a familiar voice in the distance. I lift my head and see Professor Arrabella conversing with the librarian. My heart flutters as I will him to turn and face me, but it’s clear that I don’t have psychic powers.
He finishes up his conversation and starts toward the exit. I can’t let him go like this so I do the only thing that I can think of. I cough, loudly, causing everyone in the library to turn and look in my direction.
The humiliation is worth it. Professor Arrabella turns and stares into my eyes. I don’t know what’s going on in his head right now, but he flinches and twitches as if a war is raging between his ears. He turns to look at the librarian and sees that she has gone back to her duties then he surveys the room. This is good. He’s deciding whether or not he should approach me. He looks back at me, and I bat my eyes at him. He shakes his head and begins walking in my direction.
I sit straight, pushing out my chest and sucking in my stomach. What will I say when he gets here? Do I chastise him for avoiding me or do I confess how happy I am that he’s finally speaking to me again?
My mind races with possible opening lines, but it seems to be for nothing. He walks right past my table without saying a word. What is he doing? He has no reason to be in the back of the library. Until he saw me, he was headed out the door. Is he playing with me? My fluttering heart grows heavy as it fills with anger and frustration. There’s no way I can stand for this, so I get up and follow his path behind the stacks of books, planning to give him a piece of my mind.
I feel like a mouse in a maze as I navigate the towering rows of books, becoming more anxious with every step. I take the corner so quickly that I trip over my own feet and topple face-first into the outstretched arms of my prey.
“Were you waiting for me to fall on you?” I ask, amazed at how quickly he reacted to my clumsiness.
“No, but I was waiting for you,” he says, maintaining his grip on my arms.
“Have you been avoiding me?” I pant, still recovering from the shock of almost cracking my skull on the marble floor.
“Yes, I have.”
“But why? Why would you do that?”
“So I wouldn’t end up doing this.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, sending warmth straight to my lower belly, but he doesn’t stop there. He spins around and slams my body into the wall. He grinds his hips, letting me feel his rock-hard penis as he cups and squeezes my breasts. His tongue probes the inside of my mouth until I lose my breath, wondering just how far he’s willing to go in broad daylight in the school library.
“You feel too good. Damn it, why are you so perfect?” he rasps., “You’re making me crazy, you know that? You and your damn games.”
