The night.

When Bridget ran up the stairs and I was left lying there, feeling bereft and aroused. I was so pent up, it took me a while to fall asleep, and when I did, I was assailed with erotic dreams about Bridget. All of them were so vivid and intense, that I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. My heart was racing, my body was burning, and I had an erection that threatened ruin upon the silk bottoms that I wore.

"Avery." I heard the sound of Bridget's delectable accent coming from the top of the stairs. I lifted myself off the couch and looked up at her leaning over the railing in nothing but a night shirt. She looked directly at me then retreated back into her room as if she were giving me a silent message. I couldn't bring myself to leave her alone so I peeled off the pajama shirt that was now drenched in sweat and silently padded up the stairs. I stood before her door wondering if I should knock. Turns out I didn't have to. Almost as if she knew I was standing out there waiting for her, Bridget opened the door with a smile on her face. "What took you so long Professor? It's not like you to keep a girl waiting."

"Had some trouble sleeping." Was all I could say.

"Same here, maybe we can bring about a solution?" Bridget knelt down and pulled down my pajama bottoms with her. My boner sprung free so quickly that it slapped my stomach. Before I could do anything, Bridget kissed the head of my erection and stood up undoing the buttons on her nightshirt. I could tell right away she was naked under this garment as well. Once she unfastened the last button, Bridget stepped behind the door and slipped her nighty off. Peering from behind the door to look at the sheen of sweat on my chest, she held her last piece of clothing before me in her hand. She dropped her shirt to the floor then quietly closed the door in front of me as if to say: The next move is yours.

Just like that, all sense of mannerisms and decorum went straight out the window. I no longer had any self-control or presence of mind to restrain my actions. I stepped out of the silk pajama bottoms around my ankles and kicked them down the hall. I opened up Bridget's door and barreled right in.

"Bridget?" I called.

"Over here." She answered.

I turned my head and saw Bridget lying on her twin bed, her naked body wrapped up seductively in a sheet. Shutting the door behind me, I ran right over to her and literally jumped into the bed with her, wrapping my arms around her enticing body. Crushing my mouth against her own, we both quickly let our hands explore each other thoroughly. Truth be told, I got quite excited when Bridget tied me up (though I would never tell anyone) but nothing can compare to the sensation I got when I got to hold her in my arms and thrust deeply into her as we made passionate love throughout the night.