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  “Which is?”

  “We want what we want. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

  Gus trained his eyes on Savannah’s face. Her wide, anime-character blue eyes stood out against her clear, pale skin. A slight flush rose in her cheeks as the silence between them thickened and deepened. She leaned, subtly forward toward him, and the air in the room seemed to change.

  “And what is it,” Gus murmured, “That you want?”

  In response, Savannah turned on her heel and strutted to the door. Gus thought for a strangled moment that she might leave, but then he heard the lock click. Savannah lowered the curtain over the one window that peered in the office and turned back toward the professor. She advanced toward him, savoring the hunger in his eyes as they took in her firm little tits, and the barely covered, coveted space between her legs. She made her way around the desk and placed herself directly in front of Gus. Leaning back against the desk, she let her hands fall upon his face. She ran a finger down the strong line of his jaw, sending his skin afire with goosebumps.

  Loving the effect her touch was having on him, she decided to see what else she could make this man do. Savannah let her hands trace down the length of Gus’s torso, beginning with his broad shoulders, then down the buttoned-up plane of his chest. The professor did his best to remain cool-headed in the face of his student’s advances, but it was useless. He knew that giving in to her charms could put his career in jeopardy, but with those hands, and those hips, and that succulent little pussy waiting for him beyond the thin veil of her shorts, what on Earth was he supposed to do? Savannah’s fingers reached the band of Gus’s belt and she let out a small chuckle.

  “I probably shouldn’t,” she cooed.

  “Probably not,” Gus agreed.

  “Will this affect my grade at all, professor?”

  “Don’t call me—”

  “I’ll call you whatever I want professor.”

  “...Fine.”

  “Lovely,” she grinned. “Now... whatever should be do about this little situation we’ve gotten ourselves into?”

  “...Huh?”

  “Let me see just how committed you are to this course of action,” she purred, and she laid her tiny hand on the pulsing bulge of Gus’s dick. He felt the air leave his lungs as she caressed his swollen manhood. She fought to keep her own breathing level, despite how excited she was. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the thought of being fucked silly against the hardwood desk. Still, mustn’t let him believe he was getting the best of her. Savannah smiled naughtily at Gus and ran her hand along the length of his cock, nodding her approval.

  “Jesus...” Gus whispered, closing his eyes in ecstasy. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

  “Oh please,” Savannah said, lowering herself until she was straddling the ever-growing girth of Gus’s dick, “I’ve only been in your class for, like, two weeks. Most guys have to wait much longer.”

  “I guess I must rate, huh?” Gus asked, as Savannah began to gyrate against his cock. Her slender fingers began undoing his academic little buttons.

  “Well, I’ve always been a sucker for professors. You know, in high school my superlative in the unofficial year book was Most Likely to Fuck a Professor.”

  “You don’t say?” Gus gasped, wrapping his hands around the small of Savannah’s back, drawing her down upon his pulsating cock. “I guess they were right, huh?”

  “Kind of,” Savannah breathed, getting lightheaded as Gus’s member stroked her clit through their clothing, “Except that I was already sleeping with my high school track coach. So, they were a little behind the—”

  Gus had run out of patience with Savannah’s anecdote. He pulled her toward him, laying his mouth against hers. Her firm, delicious lips moved against his with grace and power. She wasn’t the fearful, timid stereotypical college girl in this circumstance, that was for sure. She ran her hands under his button down, revealing his naked chest. He hurriedly slipped out of his shirt, and pulled Savannah’s crop top up over her head. He groaned hungrily as her perky breasts bounced before his eyes, clad in a lacy black bra. He should have known.

  Savannah began to unbuckle Gus’s belt, riding his already-bucking hips. He quickly undid the clasp of her bra and tossed the garment away. He wrapped his hands around her small but firm tits, letting his thumbs trail lightly across her nipples. Savannah moaned with delight at the sensation of his fingers pinching at her tender nipples, and nearly came on the spot as Gus pulled her closer toward him and lay his mouth on her breast. He kissed and sucked at one nipple, tugged and tweaked the other. She felt herself being tossed closer and closer to her own edge, and scrambled to free Gus from his trousers. The belt fell away, the fly unzipped, and Savannah wrapped her hands around Gus’s raging cock. She loved the feel of a rock hard dick in her hands, especially when it was too big to hold with just one.

  Gus’s head fell back against his office chair as Savannah worked her hands up and down the length of his stiff dick. She stroked the tender glans and gently brushed her fingers against his balls. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, and her mastery of the artful hand job only turned Gus on more. This was a girl who knew how to pleasure a man, he was learning first-hand. He wanted to show her that he knew what he was doing just as well as she did. He was, after all, her teacher.

  Slipping his pants down his legs and stepping out of them, Gus rose from the chair with Savannah in his arms. He pushed her down onto the top of his sturdy desk and slipped her shorts from her body. He realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and nearly swallowed his own tongue. Completely naked, she sat before him in all her nymph-like glory. Her small chest heaved with excitement, and the twin peaks of her hip bones stood out as she spread her legs for him.

  Gus stared helplessly at the beautiful, luscious pussy laid bare before him. He let his hands travel up the tender expanses of Savannah’s firm inner thighs. His fingers moved cautiously, as if he couldn’t believe that he was being allowed to lay his hands upon such a treasure as this girl’s cunt. Savannah hooked her ankles around Gus’s back, and let her hands wander once more to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his hard dick and rubbed along the length of his shaft with slow, deliberate earnestness.

  “Go ahead,” she said.

  Permission granted, Gus lay his fingers against the hot wetness of Savannah’s pussy. She jerked his dick hard as he felt just how wet she was, and the two nearly tumbled into orgasm right then and there. Gus slipped his fingers further into Savannah’s eager cunt as she ran her hand ever more firmly along his sinewy rod. Neither knew how long they could wait, but each tried to hold out over the other.

  Finally, the anticipation became too much to bear. Almost simultaneously, they each let down their defenses and submitted to the other. Gus slid his throbbing dick deep into Savannah’s tiny body. She bucked her hips against his cock, pulling him further into her with every thrust. She was so tight that Gus was afraid for a moment that he might do damage, but Savannah bore down on him, digging her fingers into his ass and taking more and more of him into her.

  He slipped inside her, sliding deeper and deeper into her body. She lay back against the desk, pushing his papers out of her way. Bracing himself, Gus pounded away at her gorgeous pussy, watching her breasts bounce against the force of his thrusting. Savannah gasped as he seemed to grow even larger inside of her, and he feared he would cum before she was satisfied.

  Leaning over her, and through a haze of unearthly pleasure, Gus traced the outer lips of Savannah’s pussy and finally found her clit with his fingers. She nearly cried out, and Gus placed his free hand firmly against her mouth, silencing her. He worked and rubbed her clit vigorously as the power and speed of his thrusting spiraled them both into a frenzy. Savannah bit down on Gus’s hand as she rocketed toward orgasm. The cool wood beneath her back and the hot, thick wood barreling against the very core of her were almost too much for her to comprehend.

  With
well-placed flicks of her clit, Gus sent Savannah careening into a monumental orgasm. He felt her cum against his cock and immediately he exploded into her. She felt the sticky spread of his seed surge into her pussy and secretly wished she could lap it up. Gus bucked against her again and again as she tightened herself around him, savoring the feel of him squeezing every last drop of cum into her body.

  The professor slumped, spent, over his student, still firmly inside of her and atop a few stray term papers. Savannah wrapped her legs ever tighter around his back and brushed some sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.

  “Now that was a bit more fun than a powerpoint presentation, don’t you think?” Savannah said.

  “I’ll give you that,” Gus laughed, running his hand along the space between her breasts.

  “If I’d known that office hours could be so constructive, I’d have started coming on day one,” she said, “Pun intended, of course.”

  “Of course.”

  Gus straightened himself up, pulling slowly out of out his new favorite student. He fell back into his desk chair in a daze. Savannah hopped down off the desk and quickly began to dress herself. She tossed her catatonic professor his own shirt, smirking at his bemused stare.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never slept with a student before,” she teased, “I’ll have to assume you’re lying. And I don’t take kindly to liars.”

  “No,” Gus said, “I’ve had a couple flings in the past but you... You’re not like any student I’ve ever had.”

  “No,” said Savannah, “I don’t suppose I am.”

  “You’re... You’re a woman, Savannah.”

  “What did you expect, a mountain goat? Youth is pretty arbitrary, you know. Some of us are just born with a few more miles than others.”

  “Spoken like a true sexual pioneer, eh?”

  “Whatever,” Savannah responded, tired of this bantering nonsense. “I guess I’ll be off then. Thanks for the study session.”

  “Wait,” said Gus, sitting up straight, “What’s the rush?”

  “Well,” said Savannah, “I doubt that it would look too pretty if one of your colleagues or students showed up right now. Don’t you have appointments booked?”

  “Oh, sure,” Gus said, hurrying to dress himself, “But I’ll cancel them!”

  “Now, professor,” Savannah chided, crossing her arms, “You’re starting to sound downright desperate. I have to tell you, that’s not a quality I generally look for, in men.”

  As Gus was about to respond, there was a knock on the door. Savannah raised her eyebrows dramatically at her professor. Gus jumped to his feet, surveying the papers strewn about in sheer terror.

  “Who is it?” Gus called, straightening up his office.

  “It’s me? Jeremy?” a voice answered, “We were supposed to meet about my paper?”

  Delighted, Savannah yanked the door open just as Gus put the last stack of papers back onto the desk. The boy who’d tried to strike up a conversation with her earlier stood in the doorway. Jeremy took in the scene of Gus and Savannah with slack-jawed befuddlement, and Savannah could hardly stifle her laughter. She picked up her belongings and extended her hand to Gus.

  “Thanks for all your help, professor,” she said, “I really think I have a better understanding of your theories about human sexuality, now.”

  Bemused, Gus shook Savannah’s hand once. She grinned brilliantly first at Gus, then at Jeremy, and breezed past both out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Just another day in the life, she thought, striding toward the elevator. And it isn’t even noon, yet.

  ***

  “So, let me get this straight,” said Claire, when she and Savannah had reconvened at the latter’s apartment in the East Village of New York City, “Instead of studying, going to class, going to work, or doing, you know, anything normal at all, your day consisted of fucking your professor in his office with a hundred of your fellow students in the adjacent rooms?”

  “Pretty much!” Savannah chirped, “You like whiskey, right?”

  “Sure,” said Claire.

  “‘Cause I’ve got vodka too. It’s really your choice.”

  The girls were sitting in Savannah’s kitchen, which was really just a narrow strip of tile featuring a faulty stove and a sometimes-functional sink. The most notable part of the micro room was, without a doubt, Savannah’s home-made liquor cabinet. The cabinet was actually a crate mounted on the wall, but its contents were certainly genuine. Savannah kept a well-stocked bar and knew how to pour an excellent drink. She’d worked as a bartender for her first few years of college and put away a decent amount of money. But eventually, perhaps inevitably, the gig had fallen through.

  The bar had been owned by a pair of middle-aged brothers who, by virtue of that fact that she was Savannah, had fallen hard for their employee. As disengaged as she was from the “love” part of sex, Savannah had slept with both of them because they were good looking and well-endowed. Of course, this didn’t really fly with the brothers, whose relationship disintegrated under the enormity of their feelings for Savannah. Eventually, tensions had mounted so high that the brothers were forced to sell the bar and cut off all communication with each other. This was a pity, in Savannah’s opinion, as she probably could have wrangled them into a killer threesome if they’d just been a little more open-minded.

  “So, what’re you having?” Savannah asked, surveying her stock, “Cape Cod? Manhattan? Or one of your stupid girlie drinks?”

  “Not everyone can drink straight Scotch like you, Savannah,” said Claire.

  “So, a cosmo, then?” Savannah laughed.

  “Yes,” said Claire, embarrassed by her order.

  “Coming right up."

  As Savannah prepared their drinks, Claire looked around the apartment. It wasn’t a large space, by any means. But, this being the East Village, it was still pretty impressive that Savannah could manage to maintain an off-campus apartment as well as she did. Claire was still living on campus in a suite with five others girls, and the arrangement left much to be desired. Whereas Claire was a photographer by major and passion, all of the other girls were studying acting. There was a lot of hysteria floating around that apartment, and a whole lot of glitter, it turned out. Claire couldn’t help but envy Savannah’s arrangement, just a little.

  “How do you do it?” Claire asked.

  “What, exactly?” Savannah replied.

  “All... this!” Claire said, waving her arms around at the apartment, and at Savannah herself, “How do you manage to do nothing but have sex or think about sex all day but still manage to keep this place, and your scholarships, and all of these lovers around?”

  “I dunno,” said Savannah, “Just talented, I guess. Would you like your drink?” Claire accepted her bright pink cosmopolitan while Savannah kept a dry martini for herself.

  “To talent, then,” Claire said, raising her glass.

  “Don’t be mad at me, Claire,” said Savannah, clinking glasses with her sullen friend, “I’m telling you, all this takes is a little luck and a lot of resourcefulness.”

  “Don’t give me that,” Claire said, making a face at her friend, “I know what rent is like in New York City, and resourcefulness doesn’t come close to cutting it as an explanation. Are your parents giving you money?”

  “My mom can hardly afford her mortgage on the house back home,” Savannah said, “And my dad is more of a taker than a giver.”

  “Then... what is it?” Claire demanded, “How in the world are you making any money at all? You’ve never been able to hold onto a job.”

  “That’s not true!” Savannah cried.

  “Oh, no?” Claire asked, rolling her eyes, “What about the bar?”

  “They guys decided to close up shop. What could I do?”

  “How about your nannying gig?”

  “How was I supposed to know that I wasn’t supposed to sleep with the father? I didn’t see that anywhere in the contract, thank you very much.”


  “And the tutoring gig at the college learning center?”

  “Oh, please. They may as well just call that speed dating.”

  “You’re incorrigible, you know that, Savannah?” Claire said, “I think you might be a nymphomaniac.”

  “Well,” Savannah said, taking a sip of her drink, "we all have our burdens.”

  “Seriously,” Claire said, laying a hand on Savannah’s bony shoulder, “I’m worried about you. Money doesn’t come out of nowhere, and easy money is rarely made through honest work.”

  “You’ve been watching Law and Order again, haven’t you?”

  “There was a marathon on this weekend... But that’s not my point!”

  “What is your point, Claire?”

  “My point is that I’m scared for you. If you need someone to talk to about whatever it is that’s going on—”

  “What exactly do you think is going on, huh? What’s your worst nightmare?”

  “Really? You want to know the truth, Savannah?”

  “I do.”

  “Fine,” Claire took a deep breath and looked her friend in the eye, “I worry that you’ve started accepting money. You know... for sex. Savannah stared at Claire, her eyes wide. Suddenly, the tiny girl burst into laughter. Claire smiled nervously as Savannah wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.

  “Oh, Claire!” Savannah said, fighting back tears, “What a thing to say!”

  “I guess that was kind of silly, to assume that,” Claire smiled sheepishly.

  “Oh, no,” Savannah said, “I’m laughing because you’re just adorably in the dark.”

  “What?”

  “Of course I’m getting money for sex,” Savannah said, “Duh!”

  Claire’s jaw practically hit the ground. She stared, uncomprehendingly, at her best friend, the girl she had known before she was born. Could it be that Savannah had actually become one of those girls? The girls that you hear about on the nightly news? Who get raped and murdered after responding to faulty Craigslist ads? Those girls? Savannah raised an eyebrow at her shellshocked buddy.