Extra Credit: A Dirty & Diverse Novella Page 5

  “Are you there?” he asks.

  “Shit, sorry, what did you say?”

  “I asked if you had made up your mind about having dinner with me,” he repeats, with no hint of annoyance or frustration over me not listening the first time.

  “Oh, you still want... that?” I almost say me but thankfully I catch myself because I don’t know if I would be able to come back from that level of rejection.

  He blows out a breath. “Of course, why would you think I didn’t?”

  I shrug, knowing he can’t see it.

  “I’m sorry I pulled away from you before, but I want this. I want you, however I can have you. If that means you just want to be friends until you graduate, I guess I can handle that,” he says. I panic.

  “No!” I shout before remembering that Ashley is passed out in the other bedroom. I lower my voice a little. “That’s not what I want at all. Graduation is like ages from now. No no.”

  The bastard is smiling, I know he is. “So, does that mean you’ll come over for dinner?”

  Ashley and I decided that I should see where this thing with Ben takes me since I’ve never felt such a strong connection with someone before. She’s a romantic deep down, and she’s confident that this is a good idea.

  Before I can accept his invitation, however, I know I need to be completely honest with him. I take a deep breath and decide to rip off the band-aid.

  “So, I need to tell you something, and honestly, it’s really not a big deal, but some guys are weird about it so I’m just putting in out there.”

  He hesitates for a beat. “Okayyy,” he says, like he’s not sure he wants to know what I’m going to say.

  “I’m technically—in the most heteronormative bullshit sense of the word—a virgin. I have engaged in sexual activities involving hands and mouths, as you’re well aware.”

  I hear him snort a laugh and I’m glad he’s not freaking out, at least.

  “But yeah, technically there has never been a penis in my vagina, which is such a stupid outdated marker of virginity, which itself is patriarchal nonsense, but—”

  “Lina,” he says, soft but firm. “It’s okay. Thank you for telling me. Now, does this mean you’ll come over for dinner, or do I have to beg? Cause I’m really not above begging.”

  “I’d love to have dinner with you,” I whisper.

  If I’m not mistaken, Ben growls. It does things to me. Pants things. I squirm on my bed, wondering if I could just get myself off while he does his broody growly thing in my ear.

  “Is now a good time for dinner?” he asks.

  I can’t help but chuckle.

  “It’s almost 11 PM!”

  “And? Europeans eat dinner this late all the time.”

  “Yes but, we’re not European,” I tell him. Still, I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

  Technically speaking, there’s nothing stopping me from going over to see him tonight. My only class tomorrow is in the afternoon, and I don’t have much homework to do yet. I’m not sure if I should mention this or play hard to get. On one hand, I really really want to see him and let him touch me again. Except this time I hope I get to touch him too. But, on the other hand, I don’t want to come off as too eager.

  I guess I take too long to respond because he presses on. “What about tomorrow then?” he says.

  “Okay,” I say, a little breathless. “Please don’t make me regret this.”

  He’s quiet for a long moment. “Please know that I’m not just trying to get in your pants. If you just want to eat dinner and watch a movie, that’s totally fine with me. I just really want to see you. I promise there will be no funny business.”

  Okay now, wait a minute.

  “I like funny business! Hell, I want it,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat with the admission.

  He chuckles. “Good to hear, sweetheart.”

  “Mmm,” I say, already wondering what I should wear to see him.

  “Lina?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I can’t wait to see you,” he says, and then finally hangs up.

  Boy, am I in trouble.

  Ben

  I check my watch for maybe the millionth time, wondering what the hell is taking so long. I sent a car for Lina, because I didn’t want her to try and make it to my house on her own. Due to our unique circumstances, I couldn’t go pick her up just in case someone saw us together. I hate it. What kind of man doesn’t go pick up his date? She tried to argue that she didn’t need a ride but thankfully I was able to convince her to just accept it. I need her to learn that I’ll do anything for her.

  Just as I’m putting the finishing touches on dinner, there’s a knock at my door. I panic for a split second, taking one last look around to make sure the place looks nice enough.

  She smiles up at me when I open the door, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to ravage her right there on my front porch. My neighbors are mostly elderly people who aren’t too involved with campus life, but I don’t want to give them anything to talk about.

  Once she’s inside with the door closed, I spin her around to take a good look at her. At this point, it’s been over 10 days since we first kissed, and all I want to do is take her mouth and pour all my feelings into her. But I will myself to take it slow.

  “You look incredible, wow. So damn gorgeous,” I say, and it’s true. She’s wearing a short lavender dress that flutters around her thighs and is form-fitting up top. The color pops against her bronze skin, and she looks like a deliciously sweet confection, at once decadent and bright. She has her perfect curls down again, and I can’t wait to feel them under my hands. I feel like I’m going to drool just from staring at her. The form-fitting top of the dress features a V-neck and shows off her mouthwatering tits. I have to look away.

  “Let me take your jacket,” I say, not trusting myself to say much more than that without telling her exactly what I want to do to her. I don’t want to scare her off, so instead I help her out of her light denim jacket. I take my time hanging it up in the coat closet, willing my dick to calm the fuck down.

  She’s standing in my foyer, looking way too nervous for my liking. I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her gently toward me. “How was your day?” I ask.

  She shrugs. “Fine, I guess. Mainly I’ve been distracted all day.”

  I realize we didn’t hug at all when I opened the door, so I pull her into one, inhaling her sweet scent and loving how warm and pliant she is in my arms. “Distracted how?” I ask.

  “Just... thinking about tonight and dinner and what I should wear and all that. And kind of freaking out, I suppose.”

  I frown and pull away from her just a bit. “Freaking out? What’s there to freak out about, sweet girl?”

  “I don’t know... sorry. This is all just a little out of character for me. I don’t normally go on dates with my professors. Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean that this is a date—“

  “This IS a date.”

  She nods and bites her bottom lip, chewing on it slightly as she shifts on her feet. She takes a fortifying breath and places her hands on my waist. “You haven’t kissed me yet, Professor,” she says, and I’m a goner.

  I pull back slightly and take in her gorgeous eyes, dark with desire. I have to shut my eyes against that look. My willpower is only so strong. I blindly reach up to cup her cheek and turn her head slightly. I manage to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek when all I really want to do is devour her. I pull away before I go too far.

  She looks positively crestfallen.

  “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

  She waits for a moment, my thoughtful, deliberate girl. “I just thought—I hoped—,” she trails off, “never mind, I’m being silly.”

  “Make no mistake about it, darling, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything. I know I’ve said that before but I’ll keep saying it. If I didn’t think it was a bad idea, I’d have you right here right now.” I let myself savor the pink blush that blooms
on those soft cheeks. “But, I want you to know I’m serious about this, alright? So, we’ll have dinner, and you’ll go home. And I’ll fall asleep in my bed by myself and try not to die from blue balls just thinking of you. And that’s how we’ll continue for as long as it takes.”

  “Until what?”

  “Until you trust that I’m not a fuckboy, as the kids say.” This earns me a small smile.

  “I don’t think you could ever be a fuckboy. Besides, not sure if you remember, but we kind of already kissed. A lot. Not to mention the other stuff...”

  I put my forehead against hers. “Don’t remind me about the other stuff. It’s all I think about. God, you’re so sweet.”

  She smirks up at me. “How do you know? You’ve never gotten a taste,” she says, and pulls away from me. I follow her twitching ass back into the kitchen. Oh, she’s going to get it alright.

  Lina

  I know I should get going. I really should. Dinner was delicious and lovely, and Ben has been nothing but a respectful gentleman the whole time. On one hand, I KNOW he’s trying to make up for our intense first night together by taking it slow now. He’s being chivalrous and all that nonsense, and I should be thankful that he’s trying to show me how serious he is about us.

  But on the other hand, I’m horny as hell, what the fuck? Why should I have to wait because he has some misplaced sense of chivalry?

  I’m by myself in the living room, cozy under a blanket while the movie John Wick 2 is paused on the screen. I was hoping for some under the clothes action tonight but that hasn’t happened yet. We had to pause the film because Ben accidentally spilled wine on his shirt and had to go soak it before the stain sets. Because he’s an adult. Who soaks things. Needless to say, Ben has real wine glasses.

  There’s a tiny evil voice telling me to go find him. I’m pretty sure he’s in his bedroom, and he might even be shirtless. I want to make a move, but I’m slightly nervous.

  Without giving myself too much time to think, I make my way down the hallway where Ben disappeared earlier. As I’m tip-toeing down the hall like some sort of horny cat burglar, I hear his light humming coming from a bedroom at the end of the hall. Just as I round the corner, the door opens and out walks Ben, nearly knocking me over. Once I take a look at his sexy body, I do almost fall over just from the glory of it.

  “Shoot, I’m sorry, you okay?” he asks.

  I stare at him, mouth agape. I should move, I should say something. But I’m stuck in the hallway, staring at this perfect specimen and wondering if it’s possible to have an orgasm from just looking at someone. Can you blame me? I mean he’s got the damn glasses on again and everything. Who gave him permission to be this sexy? And when did I turn into such a wanton hussy? I’m not even sure I know the definition of a hussy, but at this moment, the descriptor seems appropriate. And I can’t bring myself to care.

  He watches me watch him for a moment, his initial concern transforming into amused patience. Finally, he clears his throat and breaks me out of my hormone-addled stupor.

  “Baby, did you need something? Is it too cold in the living room?”

  I can’t believe he could be worried about the temperature at a time like this. If anything, he should be concerned that I’m about to burn up on the spot. I shake my head and feel my body propel forward as I throw myself at his hard chest. I don’t think, I don’t question. I just act, reaching up to grab the back of his head and pulling him down toward me.

  He resists for a split second but then meets my mouth in an urgent kiss. I’ve been kissed before. But sweet Mary Magdalene, I’ve never had a fucking kiss like this before. He devours my lips, slowly parting them and letting his tongue reach out to explore every inch of me. He settles his hands on my hips, where they stay until he gets bold and runs one of them appreciatively over my ass. He squeezes one cheek tight before giving it a light smack and then pulling away from me, from our kiss.

  His face is flushed and he’s breathing heavy. I’m sure I look as crazy as I feel. My own breathing is impossible to regulate and I think my heart’s about to dance its way out of my chest.

  Ben

  It takes a lot for me to pull away from the gorgeous woman standing at the door to my bedroom. It has been almost impossible to be so close to her all night and not touch her, but I’d resigned myself to jacking off again once she leaves. I already jerked off twice since she’d been in my house, most recently when I went to soak my wine-stained shirt. I wasn’t lying, I did need to soak it. But I also decided to use that time to get off again. Still, absolutely nothing could take the edge off of the immense need I felt for her.

  So when I opened the door to find her looking like my own personal fantasy come to life, all rational thought went out the window. She just about knocked me on my ass with that kiss. Christ, that kiss was good.

  Good is such a stupid word. Not good. It was... fucking fantastic. I feel like I’ve never had a kiss before. I’ve definitely never had a kiss like that before, that’s for damn sure. Still, I know that if I let the kiss continue, I’ll end up doing something I absolutely swore I wouldn’t do. Not just yet. Though it took me considerable effort and restraint, I had to end the kiss, at least for now.

  “Let’s go back and finish the movie,” I rasp, with a nod toward the living room.

  She shakes her head in reply. Stubborn girl.

  “Baby, please, you’ve gotta help me out here.”

  “And why is that?” she asks, and I know I’ve annoyed her. She crosses her arms and I force myself to keep my eyes away from her tits.

  “Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” I plead. And this sassy stubborn girl actually has the guts to look pointedly at my dick when I say that. My dick that is currently testing the limits of denim strength by straining painfully against my jeans.

  “Don’t,” I ask, “please don’t look at me like that. I’m trying so damn hard to keep some distance between us right now. I told you I’m trying to prove that I’m serious about us, okay? The way we started was... hot as fuck. But, I want you to trust me and know that I’m in this for the long haul.”

  She pouts in response. An honest to god pout. Just kill me now because she’s going to absolutely ruin me.

  “If you want to prove that you’re serious, fine, I guess, even though I am not questioning that. But, can’t you at least help me?” she asks.

  And before I can stop her (why would I even try to stop her at this point?), she trails her fingers down her body to the hem of her dress. I watch in helpless but excited frustration as she inches the dress up—slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly—until it reaches the top of her thighs. She then yanks it up and over her head.

  And now she’s nearly naked. Nearly naked in front of my bedroom door. Nearly naked in front of my bedroom door and asking for my help.

  Doesn’t she already know I’d do anything for her?

  I don’t know where to look. I shouldn’t look anywhere. I keep my eyes on her face, flushed and aroused, but can’t help myself when I see her hand wandering over her curves.

  She squirms and rubs her legs together, seeking some sort of comfort. I don’t care, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her anything she wants.

  “What is it you need help with, my love?” I ask, loving the way her eyes widen at the term of endearment. She better get used to it.

  “I just... I need...,” she says before trailing off.

  In an instant, I’m right up against her, allowing myself the privilege of touching that sweet sexy body. My hands roam up and down her thick ass as I pull her close to me.

  “What do you need? Were you getting all wet thinking about what you want me to do to you? Hmm? Is that it? You need me to take care of your sweet pussy?”

  She whimpers and pulls back slightly to look up into my eyes. There’s so much trust mixed with desire there—it nearly brings me to my knees. A privilege, this is a privilege. My girl needs me and I’ll give it to her, I’ll give her anything she wants.

/>   “I won’t fuck you okay? Not with my cock anyway. Not yet. But,” I notice her pained expression and rush to reassure her, “I will make sure I give you what you need. I promise you that.”

  Soon, I’ve got her on my bed, naked and open for me. Every inch of her is pure perfection. I squeeze my dick over my pants, knowing that I will without a doubt be coming without even getting inside her, just from what I’m about to do. It’s okay, I’ve resigned myself to it. As long as I take care of her.

  I surge forward on the bed, gripping her thick thighs and spreading them even wider for me. I can see the glistening arousal already dripping out of her pussy and coating the inside of her thighs. She’s whimpering and squirming under my gaze and I have barely touched her.

  She pulls me down for a kiss and I run my hands down to her full, gorgeous tits. I lightly tweak her nipples and she shivers. God, she’s incredible. I take one of her straining, brown peaks in my mouth, licking the spot and lightly blowing on it before looking back up at her. She gazes at me with a dazed expression.

  I finally decide to stop teasing her and take one of her nipples in my mouth, alternating little scrapes of my teeth with light licks and hard sucks until she’s writhing under me, moaning and panting and testing my willpower. I’m almost positive I can get her to come just from worshipping her tits in this way, but that’s not what I’m after. Not this time.

  Letting go of her tits, I make my way down to her perfect cunt. God, she’s so wet and I fucking love it. I trail my thumb through her slit, gathering her arousal and bringing it up to her mouth. She takes my finger with no hesitation, lapping at her own juices and biting my thumb. She moans when I remove my hand.

  “How do you taste, sweetheart? Tell me.”

  She shakes her head. “I think... you should find out for yourself,” she says, her voice husky and her legs opening even wider.

  Yes ma’am.