Ricardo
I am a lecturer in the university
I’ve known thousands of kids; thousands of faces, thousands of names, thousands of prospects, and dreams, and frustrations.
Thousands of characters, some with talent, some with none. Some who care, some who coast, a few who are outstanding. A few who create true beauty in words a few who can bring words into life.
I teach English, and I love my job. I love being Mr Denison the teacher, the.mentor, the role model.
But I’m also a man.
A man with urges.
Mr Denison the teacher and Mr Denison the man rarely cross paths. They don’t need to. They’ve never needed to.
Until now.
Until her.
Reed Parker- troubled lonly Reed Parker.
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REED
I let out a loud sigh as I immersed myself fully into the book, my friend Kylie walked towards me as she removed her cigarette from her mouth
"You're going to get wet though." She said and passerbys looked at us as I chocked on my saliva
"Excuse you." I said
"You're going to get wet sitting on the damp as fuck grass." She finished much more clearly
Trust Kylie to always drop innuendos
'You're going to get suspended if you get caught smoking on campus." I replied
"Good thing they won't." She said
Kylie and I had been friends since the second grade when I traded my fried spiced chicken for tuna sandwich.
"This isn't highschool though." I said
"Obviously that's why I'm smoking." She replied
"Let's get to class." She saids
Shit! Mr Denison
I'm sure that man has a personal vendetta against me or something like that
"Jessica Manifold at six' O clock." I said
Jessica Manifold was born popular. Her type and our type didn’t mix, and I was glad, truthfully.
Her type was big hair and pink lipstick and fake personality. I’d rather be an outcast any day of the week than one of those fake babbling girls. Just as well, really.
Jessica Manifold was the most popular girl in my department, everyone knows her, and she made it her mission to hate and terrorize Kylie
Kylie let out a sigh and scrunched up her curls before giving me a mock pout. She was short and proud, with hair too dark to be natural, and it suited her. Kylie was Kylie. Spunky and weird, predictable and my kind of person. My only real friend.
We even rented an apartment together, Kylie was more than a friend, Kylie is a sister she's even a better sister than my own sister so it wasn't strange having her around.
Eng 101
10am- 1pm
Ricardo Denison
News block
Year one lecture hall
English literature and Journalism
I set off for the news block.
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The lecture was already in full swing by the time Kylie and I arrived and I could feel Mr Denison's burning gaze as I let myself into the year one lecture hall.
Mr Denison was standing at the podium and the crowded hall filled with students were looking at him taking serious notes on what he was saying, there wasn't space for Kylie and I to sit at the so we went to the back.
He was wearing his blazer today, a black tweed that fitted like a dream but had probably seen better days.
A black tie to match over a white shirt . His hair was tamed, probably held back with gel. His eyes were a bright moss green under heavy brows, his nose strong, his jaw sharp, with his ever red lips.
Mr Denison looked like an professor.
A real professor.
He looked perfect.
I sat straight up, locking my gaze to his, making sure i never lost his gaze
Even Kylie didn’t know the full depths of my desire. She didn’t know every dirty fantasy that kept me awake at night, Not even close.
My Denison was talking about Verbs and frankly I dont give a Fuck about anything other than his voice
"Verbs are tricky, they aren't straightforward like nouns. Who can remind me what nouns are?" Mr Denison said
Almost immediately after three hands came up, three became five, five became ten
"Miss Parker- Reed Parker answer my question." He said
Jessica started laughing hard as if she knew I'll make a fool of myself.
"A noun is the name of anything that can be a subject of a sentence." I simply stated and the smile on his face showed I got the answer
"Very well, in my last class I said that the part of speech a word belongs in depends on it's function now give me instances of the word 'divorce' as a noun, adjective and verb."
"A ship captain can marry couples, but cannot divorce them. Example of divorce as a verb." Jay said
"Correct." Mr. Denison applauded
"Jane is divorced." Jessica said and my Denison smiled- at least she's not an air head
"I want a divorce." Kylie yelled and everyone laughed
"Well all of you are very correct, words can belong in different word classes depending on what they do, whether they modify or perform actions or whatnot. Now let's go back to verbs."
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As I left the hall with Kylie Year ones were replaced by a smaller group of more mature year two, yet I barely even noticed
As I was going Jessica tripped me and I fell, my book bag fell on the floor and the thing I dreaded happened- my diary fell on the floor
It was pink, glittery and shiny
"Lemme help you with that " Kylie offered
"No Kylie no." I screamed but it was too late, I know She didn't mean to look but she freaking did and it had to be that page
“Whoa. Just… wow. Ok.” Lizzie’s face said it all, and mine burned all the brighter for it. She turned the diary in her hands, reading my heart out word by word
"That's enough."
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By the time Kylie had returned it was evening and the first thing she did was to knock on my door
Our apartment was quite large, it was a two bedroom, each with a personal toilet, a central bathroom and Living room, so it was quite large
"Can I come in." She yelled and I didn't answer and Kylie being Kylie entered still
"Uhm, wow just wow so Mr Denison?" She asked
"Shut up." I yelled and threw her a pillow which she skillfully dodged
"Guess what I got." She said and brought out a huge bottle of wine
"It's alcoholic." She finished
"I'm in." I said
"I brought two." She replied
"Well you have a crush on your teacher, How much worse could that possibly be? I had on crush on Mr. Tanner back in highschool”
I didn't reply I just laughed, Mr. Tanner was our Janitor but however mine was worse
Much worse.
Much, much worse.
My dirty obsession really knew no shame.
I had vivid thoughts about him, see no shame
"It’s been ages since we talked. You know, talked.” she said
“No it hasn’t,” I scoffed. “We talk.”
“Yeah, just not like we used to.”
True College has been hard on us and let's say I cope with it with my crush
"What do you like about Mr Denison?" She asked
Every fucking thing
"I don't know." I shrugged
Liar
"Tell me bitch." She said throwing me a pillow, I think we both were drunk already
I didn't know how to tell her so I just shut my mouth
"Look at me Reed, tell me what you like about me, if that's easier." She said and I started observing her features
Her tits were bigger than mine, her nipples bigger darker against pale skin. Hers were perky, and bounced when she ran, unlike my little teenager breasts. Her hips were curvy and her ass was nice and full.
She removed her dress shirt revealing only her black lacy underwear that left nothing to the imagination
“Perfection” she smirked. “Check me out, Babe. Aren’t I hot”
“I am checking you out.” I said whisting "Cute as fuck." I said
“No Reed, You’re the cute one,” she said. “Nobody would ever guess what a dirty little bitch you are fantasizing about your professor, who's twice your age.” She but her lips. “My secret. Promise.”
She offered out a hand and pulled me to my feet, wrapping her arm around my waist and making me stand beside her. Our reflections stared out at us, and in the lamplight I looked so much more innocent than her with her black lace and my blue tee.
“I’m boring next to you.”
“No way,” she said. “Don’t be crazy bitch. You’re so beautiful, Reed, so so beautiful.”
She brushed the hair from my face, Ginger red tendrils of straight shoulder length hair. My eyes were brown, not bright blue like hers, and my mouth was not nearly so pouty or huge. I had a nice nose, and a cute enough face, and my eyebrows were thick and naturally shaped
Why would a man like Mr Denison go for someone so ordinary? Cute, yeah, I guess but was I was pretty enough?. I was ordinary on the outside, not attractive and outgoing like Kylie.
"What do you like about me Reed?" She asked again and I exhaled
Kylie ran her hands down my neck, her hands roamed my upper back as she whispered in my ears
"Open up reed what do you like about me? Tell me?" She said
"I like your personality, your-." I started but she cut me short
"Don't give me that crap, what do you like about me like my body." She finished
"I like your breast, I freaking love them, how they look like they can fill my hands, the dark huge areolas, the always perky nipples, I love your charcoal dark hair, I love your sapphire eyes, I love your thick thighs, I love your height, fuck I freaking love you." I bursted out
“Best friends forever,” she announced.
“Only friends forever,” I laughed. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” even though I fucking embarrassed myself
She slapped my ass. “Bed time.”
Her hands found the hem of my t-shirt, as though she was taking care of me in my drunkenness, even though she was easily as gone as I was.
She yanked it over my head as I realized I was only in my underwear, I've been naked in front of Kylie a ton of times but today felt different I unhooked my bra and grabbed my towel quickly while Kylie eyes stared at me in the mirror.
I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulled her in for a hug. “Thanks for being my friend, even though I embarrassed myself beyond all redemption. And thanks for the vodka, too.”
“That's what friends are for .”
We washed up in the bathroom together, like we’d done a million times before, and it was comfortable, so comfortable. I was glad she was there in my hour of humiliation. Really glad. She slid into bed first, I slipped between the sheets and Kylie adjusted herself at my side, resting her head against my shoulder.
“Do you ever think it could happen? For real? You and Mr Denison?”
I smiled into the darkness, a sad smile. “Yeah, right. As if.”
“I’m serious,” she whispered. “Why wouldn’t it? I think he looks at you, you know. Sometimes.”
“I don’t even have time to list all the reasons why it wouldn’t happen, and you’re making it up. He’s my Lecturer. He doesn’t feel like that.”
“You don’t know that! So, he’s your Lecturer, but what about when he’s not?”
“I might never even see him again. He might have a girlfriend, a wife, a baby mama, kids. He’s probably got one of those. At least one of those.”
“Do you think he might be gay?"
“I hope not.” I took a breath. “But I could live with bi. I could live with just about anything. I’d like bi. Crap, I’m really drunk.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being bi, Reed nothing wrong,” she whispered.
Her tone made my heart flutter. I was so glad we were in darkness.
"Don't you think about him, in dirty, dirty ways?"
The hair on my arms prickled. Goosebumps
"You can feel him… his hard cock against your ass, his fingers tracing up your shirt, fumbling to remove it, his long hard fingers between your legs…”
I shifted in bed, and she snaked an arm across my waist.
"I think he’d be good… I think he’d know just how to touch you, make you feel really good, I think he could make you cum with just his fingers, maybe he’d make you moan for him, I know you'll be a screamer, so sensitive aren't you? you'll tell him how good it felt. Maybe he’d grab your hair, spank you hard, choke you, hold you still while his fingers pushed their way inside. Do you think he’d be rough? I think he’d be rough… You’d like him to be rough, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes…” My voice was barely a whisper. “Yes… I’d like him to be rough… you know I’d like him to be rough… just like my fantasies”
“Ah you've had fantasies, of course you've had fantasies, I think he’d take you hard, there's something sadistic with his dark eyes and dark clothing, he looks like he loves it rough, hard, deep, I think he has kinks too."
"I think he’s dirty, too. You can see it in his eyes, he’s so… dark… so… deep… I think he’d make you do all kinds of dirty things…”
And there my curiosity had the best of me. “Like what?” I breathed. “What do you think he’d make me do?”
Her ankle hooked around mine as she began
"I think he’d fuck you so hard it would hurt, and I know you'll like it. I think he’d say filthy things… I think he’d call you his bad little girl, make him suck his cock, deep throat him, gobble on his balls... Maybe he’d tie you up… take you however he wanted… maybe he’d make you pay for your dirty thoughts… maybe he’d spank you… bend you over his knee make it sting so much the pain might even overshadow the pleasure…” She giggled against my neck, as she placed a tingly kiss there.
My breath hitched, and the giggles in my throat disappeared, vanished into nothing.
“I know you’d like that… I know you’d like to be over his knee… I know you’d like him to tell you how much of a naughty girl you are…”
“I am bad…” I rasped. “I am dirty…” I could really feel the dampness of my panties, my breath hiked, temperature spiked and I knew Kylie felt like that too.
“You like it,” she teased, and her leg coaxed mine open. “You’ve always been dirty… I think he’d like that…”
“Oh God, Kylie, I want him, not just his body, I want him, his mind, his body, his soul, I want him."
“I know,” she whispered. “I know what you want…”
“I’m so crazy about him I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of never touching him, of never feeling him touch me…”
“Imagine his mouth… imagine his tongue… shit, Reed, can you imagine his hot lips around your nipples? telling you how much of a naughty girl you are…”
“Touch yourself, I don’t mind. We’re best friends forever remember, Reed, we can share anything. Anything, I promise.” A little giggle, coaxing me. “Tell me what you want him to do to you…”
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But my hand was already between my legs, slipping inside my panties.
“Oh God, Kylie, I want him to fuck me, I want him to taint me, dirty me…”
“Yes…”
“I want him to be rough… I want him to lose control… I want him to tie me up, until I can’t move, I want him to choke me, make me do things you'll only find in XXX videos… I want to beg him to take me… I want to hear him cum… I want to hear him moan… I want to taste him…”
“He could touch you, taint you”
“Yes… that’s what I want… God, yes…” My fingers circled my clit, slowly, trying to hide it. “I want to feel his mouth… I want him to spread me open… I want him to see me… all of me, I want him to go down on me lick, suck, gobble, lick, suck, gobble, I want him to freaking cum on my face, I want to be his slut”
“He’d suck on your naughty little pussy, you know that? He’d suck your clit so hard you’d come against his face…”
“Yes…”
“And then he’d take you… hard… I think he’d take your ass, too… shit, can you imagine taking him in your ass… that’s got to hurt…”
pains equals pleasure
I had nothing but breath.
“Would you let him fuck you there?”
I nodded into the darkness and my fingers sped up.
“Would you ask him to fuck you there? Imagine if he made you beg for it…”
Ragged breath, and I was squirming.
“Imagine kissing him, Reed… imagine his tongue in your mouth…”
“I want to kiss him so bad…”
“Show me… show me how you’d kiss him…” Her breath was in my face. “Pretend I’m him… show me…”
Her lips pressed to mine in the darkness and my fingers worked my clit as she pushed her tongue inside. There was shock there, deep inside, shock and nerves, and a weird ache of something I couldn’t place. The vodka made it easy, it made pretending the easiest game in the world.
Her mouth became his, her soft lips so warm as her tongue circled mine. I kissed Mr Denison like I’d always wanted to kiss him, deep and hard as my pussy clenched and fluttered under my fingers. I opened my mouth wide for his tongue, quivering as the pressure built between my thighs, and I was on the edge… so close.
I could feel Kylie's body shaking, the tension in her legs as she played with her own clit, her breath catching against my lips as she came with me, quiet and strained.
She backed away as soon as it subsided, adjusting the pillow under her head like nothing had happened.
And then she giggled. Hard.
And I was giggling, too. I didn’t even know what we were giggling about, but it was funny.
Vodka was fun. Kylie was fun.