The Baby-Sitter Diaries Ch. 06

The ride into work the next morning was vibrant. The crisp morning air was better than ten cups of coffee. There was just enough salt in the breeze to remind me that we live close to the Oregon coast. The oak and cottonwood trees were beginning to change colors and the Douglas firs were their usual fragrant selves. I pulled into my customary parking lot in the faculty lot by my building. It was my customary spot because I am usually among the first faculty to arrive for my day at this small yet renowned institution of higher education, so I get to chose. The night before had left a glow in my cheeks. I count myself as the luckiest man I know.

I left my car in the lot and headed up to my office. I stopped in the secretaries vestibule and started a pot of strong Seattle coffee brewing. I don't drink much coffee anymore, but I do enjoy the smell of it brewing. I keyed my door open and felt a rush of stale air, unstirred by the buildings unwieldy air system. I opted to open my window and let in some fresh dawn breeze to clean the stale rancor from the room. I looked down from my window and spied a young coed jogging by in the traditional garb of our campuses runners. I appreciated her youth and energy, not really passing any thoughts of her attractiveness or feminine figure. Spring really is a time for rebirth.

The passing runner looked up. Even though her red hair was pulled back and tied tightly in a ball, I could see that it was Dawn Maschmann, the young woman who I had let retake an exam the day before. She waved and I nodded and half-waved in return. She kept running and I kept watching, the words of my graduate assistant still ringing in my mind from the day before. Where I hadn't been thinking of Dawn in a sexual way, the sex from the night before was still fresh in my mind and I could help a quick fantasy that it was Dawn and not Rebecca that I had had sex with. I was pleased with the thoughts but not so much that my battle-worn cock was considering rising from it's slumber. Too bad.

I left my office and strolled back to the secretaries alcove and poured myself a cup of strong rich coffee. I heard the door in the lobby downstairs open. The woman who delivers the Oregonian usually arrives after I do and I expected that this was her. I moseyed over to the stairs and started down. As I round the turn I see Dawn Maschmann headed right for me.

"Good morning Professor. I'm surprised to see you up so early. Classes don't start for another two hours."

"Three for me, Miss Maschmann. I come in early to answer my mail, read the paper, catch up on my work, and enjoy a cup of coffee. I don't recall ever seeing you out running before." She looked a bit guilty at that.

"I don't usually run," she admitted. I took a moment to appraise her comely shape and found that she certainly wasn't lacking in muscle tone. Her nylon top fit snugly and her breasts seemed larger than I remembered, but she had a habit of wearing loose fitting sweaters and sweatshirts to class. Her thighs were long and had that definition along the side that showed her thigh muscles were developed and her hamstrings were taut. Her calves were high and defined with nice edge to the muscles. "I usually work out doing pilates and spinning, but since I get to go to Cancun for Spring Break, I thought I'd better burn off a few more calories so I won't be embarrassed in my two-piece."

"I don't think that's possible, Miss Maschmann. You have a lovely figure and will make all the young men you see take notice."

"You are just too nice, Professor Daniels. The boys don't ever notice me. I just don't want to look fat." She patted her flat stomach.

"You are wrong on both accounts, Dawn. The boys DO notice and you are far from anyone considering you fat."

"Do you really think so?" she asked honestly. She peered down at her own figure, turning her head to try to get a glimpse of her own behind. "What about my tummy?" She pulled up just a small piece of her shirt and revealed what was clearly the flat stomach of someone who takes her pilates seriously.

"You have nothing at all to be ashamed of. Like I said yesterday, you hide your light under a bushel basket. Perhaps that's out of kindness. If you let your light shine, you'd distract the other students in my class, driving the boys crazy and the girls insane with jealousy."

"Stop it!" She turned and blushed. "I try to get noticed sometimes, but when I do, it never works out the way I plan." I took a sip of coffee.

"Perhaps you are being too subtle. Have you ever thought about being direct with the boy?"

"No," she answered honestly, clearly bothered. "I don't know how."

"Well," I replied equally honestly, " I don't know either, but I will buy you a cup of coffee and we can discuss it up in my office if you'd like."

She looked past me and down the corridor on the second floor. She looked down the stairs in the first corridor. I couldn't tell if she was looking for an escape route or for an excuse not to come up.

"I don't mean to be pushy, Dawn. I thought you might want to talk about it. If I have made you uncomfortable again, I apologize. I was only offering an ear to listen. Why don't you go finish your run and I will see you in class after the break." I turned and started up the stairs alone.

"No professor, that's not it at all. I just don't want to get you into trouble, that's all." That should have set off an alarm in my head, but I'll be honest, it didn't.

"Dawn, I am a tenured professor and you are my student. Just what kind of trouble do you think I would get into?" Our eyes locked and then it occurred to me that the kind of trouble I might get into is the kind of trouble that causes tenured professors to lose their tenures.

"You're right professor. No trouble at all. How about that cup of coffee?"

We walked together to the secretaries station and poured her a cup and proceeded down the hall to my office. I made a point of allowing her to enter first and then coming in and leaving the hall door open. As I sat down she got back up and crossed to the door and closed it, locking it as well. I was beginning to see the light.

"Just what is it that makes you think the boys don't notice you?" I asked, ignoring for now that I was embarking on what is professionally known as 'thin-ice' with this young coed. Dawn took a sip of coffee, and stretched her tan athletic legs straight out in front of her. She let them relax and twisted at the hem of her running shirt. She seemed at a loss for words. I waited, as all good professors do, for her to come to grips with her thoughts and attempt to articulate them with her own words.

"It's just that I.... well. It's just that I don't... I mean they, well I....." she stammered and started, stopped and began again. "I don't know, they just don't!" She dropped her head and put her chin on her chest. She was frustrated and I wasn't letting her off the hook.

"You are pretty, you are in good shape, and you are very sweet. You need to give me some sort of evidence that you have been trying to get someone's attention and they have been ignoring you." I waited.

"OK," she finally spoke. "There's this one person who I have really had a crush on for weeks. He acts like he can't be bothered to notice me."

"He's either blind or gay," I assured her. "That or he's slow on the uptake or maybe even involved with someone else."

"There is someone else," she answered. "I am certain of that. It's just that I have such strong feelings for him I can't help it. I think I am in love with him."

"No," I cautioned, "You are not in love. Love requires more than liking someone from afar. Love requires action. A crush is not love. Desire is not love. Love is something that isn't ashamed of itself. If you really and truly think you love this young man, then be bold and take the opportunity to tell him you'd like to have a cup of coffee with him sometime."

"We have had coffee together," she replied. "But nothing has come from it yet."

"Then perhaps you should make an even bolder move. Something he can't ignore. Paint your sign in big neon letters so that he knows. Men aren't as astute about women as you give them credit for. You might have to just come out and say what it is you want."

"I want him to want me."

"Then figure out some way to tell him that."

She sat quietly for a moment, pondering what we had discussed. She stood up abruptly, and I was certain she was going to leave. Instead she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and whipped it off over her head. I was shocked, nearly spilling my coffee in my reaction.

She did have a nice abdomen, taut and refined. Her breasts were larger than I had previously noticed. She was nearly topless but she didn't stop there. She grabbed the bottom of her sports bra as well and pulled it off over her head, releasing her ample breasts to the cool of the morning air coming from my open office window. She grabbed the sides of her running shorts and in one swift move she sat down and had them off over her shoes, which soon followed. She stood up again, naked as the day she was born and a thousand times more attractive.

"Do you get the hint NOW, Professor Daniels?"

I blinked. I stared. I opened my mouth to speak and could not find the words to describe the length and breadth of my astonishment. She was not just lovely, she was nearly flawless. I looked away, staring past her out my window, but I could not look away long. I turned my eyes back to her and began to drink from the cup of her vibrant beauty. She had beautiful breasts, high and firm. Her stomach was flat and well defined, her hips were narrow, but not so narrow that the bones poked out. Her thighs and legs were comely, athletic and feminine both. Her mound was sprinkled with delicate red hair, slightly on the curly side. I could smell her scent carried forward by the slight breeze of the early morning. I was intoxicated. Sore as my groin was, it couldn't help but show it's appreciation for the feast laid on its table. She closed the distance between us until she stood over me, her legs between mine.

"Well Professor?" she asked again.

I stared into those eyes, no longer uncertain and asking. They were confident and intense, the eyes of the predator about to move in for the kill.

"Call me David," I replied. I reached up and felt the cool flesh of her arms and she took that as a cue to wrap them around my neck and reach down and kiss me. There was no doubt that a line had been crossed and that in doing so, I was jeopardizing not only my career at this college but at every university in the United States. I was placing my carnal lust above everything. I dropped my hands away at the thought, averting my gaze.

"What's the matter?" she asked, feeling my sense of panic.

"Dawn, you are beautiful and I would love nothing more than to take you and ravish you and enjoy this wonderful gift you are presenting me, but you are my student and I am your professor. I will lose everything and you will bring shame on your family. That is too high a price."

"No one will ever know, David. Just you and I. I loved you from the first moment I saw you. I can't help it. You are the only man I have ever known that has ever looked at the ME that I am." She began to kiss my neck, her firm breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples like thimbles announcing their intentions. She sat in my lap. I could help myself no longer. I let my hands roam all over her body, lingering her or there just to get familiar with her curves and junctures. Our lips met, softly first and then with growing hunger. I finally had to come up for air.

"No, not here. It's too dangerous. Get dressed. Quickly." She must have sensed the urgency of my plea and complied. As she completed getting herself in order, I grabbed her cup and mine and unlocked my office door quietly and opened the door. "I'll get us some more coffee."

The air in the hallway allowed me to clear my thoughts of lust and focus on the real dangers. I discreetly checked the hallway for an unusually early arrival of one of my colleagues and hearing none, I strolled back to my office, somewhat more relieved, my cock nearly half subsided.

"Dawn, I don't know what to tell you other than my office is not the appropriate place to discuss this matter." I handed her back her cup.

"My house might be a better place," she replied. My roommates have all left for break and I have the whole upstairs to myself anyway." She quickly scrawled an address on the top sheet of my notepad and stuffed it into my pocket. "If you start now, you might be able to drive there before I get there on foot. It's about half a mile for me, nearly four miles for you." She took another quick sip of coffee and darted out the door. I sat there for only a couple of seconds pondering my dilemma. It wasn't that the cheating on my wife that bothered me, it was the thought that I was cheating on my wife AND my girlfriend. What kind of horny old bastard was I, really?

I took the coffee cups back to the alcove and washed them out. I took the liberty of turning off the coffee maker and emptying the pot, cleaning up my efforts to the point that it looked as if I hadn't been there at all. I let myself out of the building and headed for my car. The morning air still felt vibrant as I made my way to the address in my pocket. The neighborhood was heavily wooded, the houses spaced a long distance apart and set well back from the road, each one announced only by the mailboxes along the asphalt lane. I pulled into the proper number and pulled my car under the covered portico in front of the front door. I looked back along the driveway and could no longer see the lane. I felt pretty comfortable that this was a discreet location.

I went to knock on the door but it opened before I could raise my hand. Dawn stood there, naked as before with the exception that her long red hair was now loose from its knot and flowing freely behind her and around her shoulders. She leapt up an latched onto my neck, pulling me into an embrace and kiss at the same time. I responded in kind, gathering her in my arms and thinking for a moment about how light she really was.

"Come with me," she commanded, leading me up the open staircase to the second floor. "My bedroom is this way." She pulled me along a balcony that overlooked a large open living room, replete with river stone fireplace and into the double doors at the end. These opened onto the master bedroom suite. In the center of the wall to the left was a king-size bed. To the right was a wall of closets and a doorway that I would correctly assume was the bathroom. She half pulled, half pushed me to the bed. She knelt down before me and loosened my belt and unsnapped my trousers. She pulled these down and my free-balling nature was instantly revealed, as was my aged, but still fully functional, eight inch cock, now at three-quarter staff. She took this into her mouth, the warmth sending a signal to my cock-control to increase engorgement to full-staff. She began to gag a little.

"My God you have a big dick!" she exclaimed.

"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," I replied. I pulled my shirt off over my head, lifted her off the floor and nearly flung her on the bed, kicked off my shoes and pants and climbed on top of her. I kissed her long and hard and decided to forego the usual pleasantries and give this young lady what she clearly said she wanted. I slipped my hand between her legs and let my middle finger lightly graze her pussy lips. She responded with a shudder and by opening her legs to accommodate my hand. I traced her lower lips with my finger, occasionally letting it slide between them to moisten my finger. I was teasing her and we both knew it. To let me know that she didn't like it, she grabbed a hold of my cock and pulled it hard.

"Hey!" I protested. "Go easy on that. I need that for certain things."

"Stop being such a tease David and fuck me. I need to be fucked. I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked right now. I want to be fucked right now by you. I NEED you to fuck me RIGHT NOW!" Each time she raised her voice, she pulled hard on my cock. I got the message.

I rolled over on top of her and let my cock glide over the narrow slit of her cunt. The juices were lubricating my shaft and when I felt the time was perfect, I let the head of my dick fall into the opening of her sex. I slowly pressed forward, feeling her vagina adjusting to accommodate it. She was so tight! After I sank half of my cock into her, I slowly pulled out and worked it back in. Back and forth I sawed, sinking a little more cock in with each slow drive. After five minutes, she could take the whole thing and I sank my cock into her pussy up to my balls. She started to raise her hips up to meet my thrusts. The whole time we kissed, tongues intertwined, sharing moans and her orgasms as she died the little death time and time again.

She could accommodate the full length and thrust of my cock as I began to increase tempo.

"Oh fuck this is good. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" The tightness of her vagina milked my cock and I couldn't take it.

"I am going to cum soon. I am not wearing any protection. Are you OK with that?"

"Of course I am. I've been on the pill for years."

That was all of the encouragement I needed, I came in waves, each inward stroke punctuated by a copious burst of semen. She felt loose and slick now. Her orgasms built to a mighty crescendo. We both lay spent, and I was too tired to even roll off of her. Finally I shifted to my side and my cock pulled out with a soft plop. It lay hanging down my leg as I drank in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"That's what I have been waiting all year for," Dawn gushed. "I knew it would be so wonderful and it was even better than that." She ran her fingers through her well used cunt and came up with a large gob of my cum which she then put in her mouth. She savored it and swallowed and went back for more.

"I love the taste of freshly fucked cum," she stated. Almost as much as I like the taste of freshly fucked cock." She lowered herself down the bed until my cock was at her mouth and she began licking and sucking me clean. Her attention soon woke up my libido and I was back to full staff again. This time I could feel her pressing hard to fit my entire cock into her throat. The head slipped down into her gullet and still she pressed on. She must be able to breath through her ears, I thought. Because my cock had to be fully blocking her esophagus. She fucked me with her face, my cock stretching her throat. After two minutes she ripped her head back and took a huge breath. Apparently she was unable to breath through her ears. She didn't whistle, wave or ask directions, she just went right back to deep throating my cock. After five or six minutes of throat fucking I came again. Now I was well and truly spent. I rolled onto my back, basking in the glow of two climaxes in ten minutes, my fifth and sixth of the last 24 hours. Dawn nuzzled up to my neck, our shapes becoming one as she molded to my body.

"That was fantastic," she whispered. "How soon can you do that again?"

"Not for a while," I replied honestly. "I am not like one of the young college studs you are used to. I take a while to get my charge back."

"None of those boys can hold a light to a man like you, David. It was better than I hoped. Much better."

"I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted." We laughed together. As we laughed, I felt a hand slide down my belly to my now flaccid cock. The light touch coupled with the smell of our fucking and my fingers playing with the crack of her ass created a hardness where there was no hope only moments before.

"It looks like you are ready to go again," she observed. "This time we are going to do it MY way." She rolled onto her side, facing away from me, and reached back and grabbed my cock. She guided this to her backside and when I got adjusted behind her, she let it slip into her cunt. We were now fucking like stacked spoons. With my hands free, I used them to roam all over her body, occasionally pulling her nipples because they were both large and erect as well as sensitive enough to send electric jolts to her pussy that would then contract on my dick. Even with the extra contact, it took me almost thirty minutes to cum again. This would be my last fuck until after lunch, maybe after dark. I could literally fuck no more.