Private Lessons (R,L,C)

Richard stepped through the doorway and was no longer in the auditorium. As he looked around he saw the red and gold carpets and mahogany doors of the estate back home. Genet had copied the same hallway for the waiting area in the last challenge for anyone that’d been captured.

Luna was waiting at the landing waiting for him.“Hey.”

“Hey. What happened after I left? Is everyone alright?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Things worked out.”

“Even Maeve? I should’ve paid more attention to Aubrey when she was worried this morning.”

She paused, not having known that part. “Maybe. But it’s fine now. She said she’s looking forward to talking to you.”

“Good. And Hel?”

“Seems fine. Come this way, we only have so much time.” She started down the hallway.

He followed her, and the hallway quickly shifted away from the dark and regal shades of the family estate. The walls and carpet turned lighter, and as a window suddenly appeared he recognized Robinson Hall, where he’d spent over half his classes in college. Economics, Political Science, Sociology, Anthropology, History, all of them shared the building that he was now on the top floor of.

Luna stopped leading them as they came to the middle of Robinson Hall. Most of the classrooms were dark as he looked around save a single room in the corner, 407, where light spilled into the hall. She turned around to face him and quickly glanced at her notecard.

“This one’s pretty simple. All you need to know is that you forgot your homework.”

“I forgot my-” I’m back in college. The challenge is essentially to make porn. Of course I ‘forgot my homework.’ “Got it.”

“Good. See you next time.” Luna walked past him back down the hall and left him to start the scene.

Richard pushed the door to room 407 open and looked around. It was the same long, thin room he remembered. The chalkboard read Please, take a seat, and so he found a spot in the front row a moment before Aubrey entered.

His girlfriend had changed into decidedly less casual clothes. She had a white button-down shirt with three buttons left undone, doing their best to show what cleavage she had. Her butt was wrapped in a black leather miniskirt, and she had a brown leather satchel that she sat down on the floor as she entered that he assumed was to keep the illusion of whatever role she’d taken.

Aubrey ignored him for a moment, turning around to write on the board:

History 214: Midcentury Imperialism in East Asia.

Oh god, I remember this class. He’d taken it to satisfy part of the international relations requirement for his major. But why this class? The only time we really discussed it was… oh. During his Junior year she had decided one evening to ask him if there’d ever been a teacher or professor he’d been attracted to. He sheepishly mentioned taking this class with Professor Andrus, but after that it’d never come up again.

Until now.

Aubrey turned around, still not slipping from her character. Her gaze dipped down to him. “You’re the only one who came.”

“I guess I am.” He agreed, trying to play along.

“It seems that the rest of the class wasn't responsible enough to show their face. Do you, at least, have your essay?”

This must be the homework I forgot. “My essay?”

“Yes, your essay on the Korean War. It’s due today. Do you not have it?”

“I don’t. I’m sorry, I came to ask for an extension.”

She took two steps closer to him, leaning across his small desk. “Why should I give you any more time? What would you do for it?” As she asked her set of questions she placed a hand on his bicep and her old transformation broke her concentration on her character.

“This is kind of fun. I can’t believe we’d never tried to roleplay before. You know I’m not actually mad, right?” She whispered.

“I know. But you’re right, I like seeing you like this.” He whispered back.

She pecked him on the forehead. “It’s really tempting to just jump in your lap and make out with you, but could you keep going with the scene?”

He gave a small nod before trying to slip back into character with her. “We’re all alone. I’m sure there’s something I can offer you…”

“And what’s that?”

He slipped a hand into her skirt.

“Richard!” She gasped in mock shock, grinning at him as she pretended to be scandalized.

He just stood up, flipping her attempt at dominance on its head. Richard pulled her to the side of the desk as he kissed her; it was a deep, long kiss as their tongues danced together. Whether from her simple enjoyment of the act or her transformations encouraging her, she melted into his arms as he held her close. After Aubrey stopped for a second to breathe he switched tactics and trailed little kisses down her neck and towards her collarbone. Once he did that, her ability to maintain any sort of coherent roleplay was gone. If you’d quizzed the English teacher on her plans for the rest of the scene, you were unlikely to have gotten a response in well…English.

As she was swept along by his current Richard reached with one hand and unbuttoned her shirt one by one, pleased with himself as her gasps punctuated each button coming undone. Her button down shirt fell to the floor and he focused again on another long, deep kiss.

Squishable helped her follow along as he pulled one of his hands up to her chest and she mimicked what he’d done, removing his shirt and planting her hand at his side.

“Enjoying yourself, Professor?”

“Ungh.”

He pulled away, trying to tease her. “I don’t think that was an answer. Are you enjoying yourself?”

She nodded desperately.

“Is this enough for my extension then?” He asked. While he waited for a response he dipped a finger back down under her miniskirt, tracking her edges.

Her eyes widened as she remembered the scene she’d planned but found it harder to answer than ever. Rather than any words she just hung onto him, rubbing herself against him.

“Hmm?” He pressed her for an answer. “Professor?”

“No. It’s not enough.” Aubrey whined.

“Good.” He picked her up in his arms. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too. You’re so- so strong. Can you take me over to the desk?”

Richard looked across the room. There were probably two dozen desks in the classroom, and they were already next to the one that he’d sat down in when he first came in.

“That one.” She pointed to the large desk out in front, where the “professor” would sit.

“As you wish.” He did his best to carry her there, setting her down gently. Her golden hair pooled around her as she looked up at him adoringly.

“Please. F-fuck me.”

“As you wish.” He repeated to her. He unclipped his best and unbuttoned his fly, letting his pants fall to the ground. He peeled off his boxers and let them fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes, discarded on the beige shag carpet of the classroom.

All except her black miniskirt, still wrapped around her ass as she squirmed on the desk, **** for him. Aubrey saw him looking at it and gave directions, more bluntly than she’d been able to manage for most of the past few minutes. “Just slide it up. I don’t want to stand again so just- just help me slide it up to where you need.”

Richard just nodded, taking his turn leaning over the desk to help her. She let out a small moan of anticipation as she felt his hardness brush up against her leg. But he ignored that for now as he helped her, peeling the hem and sliding it up one centimeter at a time until the whole thing was bunched around her stomach.

“Please. Please, please, please, please. I’m ready now.” His girlfriend, his first love, begged. She lifted her arms and held onto his shoulders, **** for as much contact as possible.

He smiled down before entering her.

They moaned as one as they felt each other from within. Aubrey was scalding hot for him. He thrust inside her, letting himself be pulled closer as he leaned over her on the desk.

“I want you to play with me, please. Use me how you’d like.”

He actually slowed at that, raising an eyebrow. “You’re sur-”

“Yes!”

Consent being given truly as enthusiastically as possible, Richard began thrusting into her faster again as he let his hands wander. She squirmed as his hands moved over her body. He started at her small breasts, thumbing over a nipple. Then his fingertips traced around her stomach in swirling patterns before he passed over her skirt.

His hands reached lower still. Both hands together held onto her hips, inches from where he was thrusting. Richard had trouble holding back now, and found himself thrusting into her harder and faster as she moaned along.

“Richard… I’m so close.”

“God, I am too.” His finger crept down to massage her ass. The supple curves combined with everything they’d already been doing and had done overwhelmed him and he came, releasing into her. The feeling of his cum seemed to be what she needed, and so she came alongside him, tensing in his arms.

Things began to calm as they both took a deep breath. Aubrey looked up at him, tired but happy. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Can we cuddle on the floor?” She pointed down at the thick carpet.

“Sure.” He sat down next to the desk where she was laying. She half-rolled, half-crawled off of it into his arms.

“We really should experiment with more like this in the future. It was kind of like those G&G sessions your friends got me to try. Except without the math. And with you. And hot. So I guess, better in every way.” She let out a small laugh.

Would you want to have the same type of scene next time, or something else?” He asked. “‘The demanding professor’ certainly worked on me.”

“Maybe. I enjoyed it. But maybe I could try something like ‘sexy secretary’ instead, if you’d like.”

He chuckled. “We can figure that out. You’ll need to show me what happened here unless you want to surprise me all over again.”

“I will.”

There was a long pause, then Aubrey spoke again. “I wish this could last forever.”

I do too. He had to stop himself from immediately agreeing. Because while they could and almost certainly would last forever, they had limited time here and now. So he used what time they had to simply lay with her, to hold her as she wanted more than anything. “I love you.”