Law Of Attraction
When Doug arrived at his University office on a Monday morning he couldn't help but notice the shiny brass name plate holder mounted to the door staring at him. It was held in place by two countersunk brass wood screws. The holder had a lip along the top and bottom. It normally held a plastic wood grain plate with white letters boldly declaring the name of the individual that currently occupied the office. But on this morning the name plate was quite obviously missing.
He couldn't imagine where it had gone to. He looked down at the floor to see if it may have fallen out, but doubted that possibility. As an added caution a thin adhesive strip was mounted on the back of the plate. But who would steal it?
He had watched the maintenance technician install the first plate. After sliding it under the lips, he pressed on the front to ensure the adhesive took hold. It simply couldn't have been accidentally knocked out.
"This is the second time I've had to install this," the technician had commented in an irritated voice as he looked at Doug suspiciously.
"Maybe someone's trying to tell me something," he had responded with a chuckle.
Doug unlocked the door and proceeded inside. He turned on a radio that rested on a credenza along one wall and listened to a classic rock song. Once at his desk he looked at the stack of reports that awaited his review and grade. He wasn't really in the mood to read them, but if not now, then when? His first lecture was still two hours away. He sighed and placed the top paper on the desk before him. When he read the name it triggered a smile.
"Liz," he said with a chuckle.
He thought of the cute, dark-haired nineteen year old girl who was just starting her college career. She had inquisitive green eyes and a gentle nature. He knew that she thought she loved him. Liz had never told him in so many words but revealed it through her awkward and sometimes clumsy efforts to draw his attention and impress him. It was also evident behind her smiling eyes.
He recalled such a moment the previous week. The class sat on wooden stools before easels and paper as they prepared to draw using a live nude model. A handsome young man that looked strikingly similar to the professor came into the room wearing a robe. He turned away from the class to remove the only item of clothing he was wearing. When he faced them Liz was so shocked by what she saw that her body fell off the stool and sent the easel and paper noisily crashing to the floor.
Doug rushed over to help her up. She kept her gaze on the floor as if too embarrassed to look him in the eye. After he righted the stool and sat her back down, he bent over and recovered the easel and paper.
"Tha... tha... thank you," she nervously stuttered and not once looked up.
He smiled and placed a hand on her left shoulder. He gave it a supportive squeeze. When soft laughter sounded he quickly silenced it with a harsh glare. Once the class had settled back down he gently patted her arm and stepped away.
The more he thought of her the stronger his feelings grew. He knew he was attracted to the cute, loveable, shy, and clumsy girl. It was impossible for him not to be. He once asked another student who appeared to be friendly with her how she was outside of school. He'd told Doug that she only seemed to be shy and clumsy when she was in his class. That confirmed his suspicions that she had feelings for him.
It wasn't uncommon for his students to develop puppy love. He'd seen it on several occasions. But it was the first time he'd ever shared the sentiment. When his eyes saw the picture of his wife and son staring up at him he felt a twinge of guilt. Doug nervously cleared his throat and pushed thoughts of Liz out of his mind before pressing forward with his work. * * * * *
Liz woke up on a new Monday morning before her alarm went off. The morning sun streamed through her bedroom window and shafts of light fell across the bright flower print blanket that cloaked her reclined form. She picked up the plastic wood grain name plate and traced the letters that formed the name of the latest love of her life.
"Douglas Epperly," she read, and then extrapolated "Mr. Douglas and Mrs. Elizabeth Epperly." She shrieked with excitement and then pulled the covers over her head in a sudden display of intense shyness that only seemed to accompany thoughts of the professor.
In the safety of darkness under the sheet and blanket Liz passionately kissed each indented letter after verbalizing it. "D - O - U - G - L - A - S - E - P - P - E - R - L - Y."
She spread her thighs and eagerly rubbed the name plate along both inner thighs. "Oh, Doug, you're being very naughty! No, I didn't say you had to stop. Does it bother you that I'm a virgin? I've been saving myself for you, and I'm becoming very impatient."
Her mother passed by Liz's open bedroom door and heard muffled words drifting up from beneath the comforter. She rolled her eyes and kept walking. She didn't even want to know what was going through that young mind of hers.
Liz quickly overheated and surfaced. She opened the nightstand drawer and placed Doug's name plate beside her diary. Her eyes noticed the clock. "I will be seeing you in less than two hours, Mr. Epperly. I will be smiling, sweet-smelling, and looking oh-so-hot. And I surely hope I don't do anything stupid this time."
She crawled out of bed and stepped across the hall into the bathroom. After closing the door she started the bath water. Once it was at a comfortable temperature she turned the handle and began to shower. Liz stepped under the evenly spaced streams of water and washed her nude form as thoughts of Doug danced in her head. She picked up a bar of soap from the holder and rubbed the edge of it against her love mound.
"You naughty man; I'll give you until the water gets cold to stop that," she said to nobody in a sexy voice.
Her entire body flinched as she worked the pink bar between the outer folds and pressed it against her enlarged clitoris. Her free hand rested on the white tile wall for support as she masturbated with the soap.
* * * * *
Liz was bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and looking very nice dressed in a light-pink short-sleeved top, a dark gray skirt, and black pumps. She sat front and center with her slender legs crossed as she patiently waited for Doug's Art History lecture to commence. She slipped a canvas book bag off her right shoulder and fished a writing tablet and textbook from inside. Fellow students filtered in and occupied seats alongside and behind her.
She opened the tablet in preparation for note-taking. Liz noticed the drawings she'd made in the margins of the notes from her last Art History lecture. She'd drawn 3-D variations of Mr. Epperly's first name and had even attempted to sketch a thumbnail of his face. She hadn't recalled doing that and shook her head in disbelief.
Excitement coursed through her veins like a drug when their professor appeared at the front of the class. He looked amazingly handsome to her. Doug was dressed in black dress pants, a dark blue dress shirt, and black shoes. He was of average height and build topped with short, shaggy dark gray hair with light gray temples. His most stunning features were his bright blue eyes and disarming smile.
He stood before the students and welcomed them with a warm grin as he always did. Liz gazed into those baby blue eyes and sighed with longing. Her pulse quickened as she beheld the man of her dreams. Her rapidly beating heart swelled with emotion. Doug felt her looking at him and glanced over. He couldn't help but to briefly admire her cute face and beautifully dressed body. The professor saw the love she thought she felt for him in her sparkling eyes.
Throughout the lecture he had her full, undivided, and admiring attention. Several times he wondered what Liz might be thinking at that moment. Was she truly hanging onto every word as he delved into the roots of the history of art, or was she placing him at the center of some awkward sexual fantasy? Based on the smile that graced her sweet face and what appeared to be the intermittent drifting of her thoughts, he suspected the latter was much more likely.
At the conclusion of lecture Liz slowly collected her belongings and carefully placed them back inside the canvas bag. The last of the other students were filing out the door as she stood up and slipped the bag over her right shoulder. Doug was still standing at the podium. He looked down, deep in thought, and made corrections to his lesson plan.
"Can I ask you a question?" she nervously asked.
He glanced up from his work. "Just give me another minute, I'm just about... Okay, that's got it. Now, what can I help you with?"
"I'm finding this very interesting and I was wondering if you might be able to tell me about some Art History programs that might be available?"
He appeared stunned. "Really? You're interested in this field?
"Yes, I am," Liz confirmed. This time she'd gained enough self-confidence to look at him as she spoke.
A captivating smile formed on his lips. Between that amazing grin and his piercing deep blue eyes Liz felt a twinge in her lower belly. Her tingling pussy immediately grew wet.
"You're a very bright woman and I have always sensed that you'd excel in this field, or in any other one that captured your interest." There was considerable excitement in his voice as he realized that his teachings had inspired her. "I'd love to help you in any way that I can. Please, come with me into my office."
They left the classroom together and walked down the hall. A maintenance man was at his office door installing a new name plate. The worker gave him an irritated sidelong glance.
"I don't know why it disappeared," Doug commented. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
Liz was filled with a sudden, sharp stab of fear. She quickly nodded her head no but wasn't sure if the shocked expression on her face would give her away.
He laughed out loud. "Liz, relax. I was only kidding."
Doug held the office door open. His right hand was gently placed at the center of her shoulders as he encouraged her to step inside. After she did a dampened spring arm closed it behind them. It was the first time she'd ever been in his office. Within seconds her body became shaky. When he invited her to sit it was as if her feet were nailed to the carpeted floor. Finally she recovered enough to occupy the simple but stylish wood-framed cloth chair.
He crossed the office and looked through items stacked on a bookshelf. "I'm not sure how current this information actually is, but it may give you some ideas. I can also put you in touch with several former students that have since enrolled in Art History programs. They may be able to shed more light on the subject."
He returned to his desk and placed several pamphlets on the desk beside her. She hesitantly picked them up and glanced through the color brochures.
"You're welcome to sit here and read through them, or borrow them for a time," he said, offering her two choices.
"Thanks, I'll just sit for a while," Liz accepted the first option.
His eyes were drawn to her. Liz's heart raced as she felt him looking at her. Finally she glanced up at her professor with a 'can I help you?' look on her pretty face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to make you feel self-conscious," he told her in an apologetic tone. "I just wanted to tell you that I am very impressed with your report. I love your attention to detail. Your vivid descriptions really bring art to life."
Liz flushed red with embarrassment and quickly buried her face inside the brochure.
Doug reached across the desk. He had intended to lower the top of the brochure, but instead grasped the fingers of her left hand. When she finally looked up she noticed that his face was beaming like that of a proud father.
"Don't sell yourself short. There's nothing that you can't do," he encouraged his shy, awkward pupil.
For Liz, the contact between their fingers sent electric-like jolts through her body. She was never more aroused in all of her short life. She thought she felt wet heat between her thighs. Her entire body tensed as she frantically wondered what she'd do if he smelled her freshly flowing essence. The chair wasn't big enough to crawl under.
"I won't," she promised with waning confidence. He withdrew his hand.
When her body shifted in the chair Liz simultaneously gasped and winced, as if suffering a sharp stab of pain.
"Are you okay?" Doug asked in a concerned voice.
"Yes... No... I mean, I'm okay, but..." Liz got flustered, which was followed by another wave of embarrassment. After a few moments of silence she collected her thoughts and responded "I hurt my left shoulder when I fell last week. That was pretty pathetic, eh?"
He smiled and rose from his desk. Doug walked around and stood behind her. He began massaging the sore shoulder.
"Accidents happen, Liz. Don't belittle yourself. I know you're nervous and feel a little clumsy around me..."
He noticed! Oh no, he knows! How stupid of me! The brief feeling of elation was replaced by renewed embarrassment as her composure slowly drained away. She was on the verge of tears and fought desperately to hold them back. Liz knew that if she sank any lower emotionally, she'd be under the chair in no time.
"...Don't focus on that. Now, how does that feel?"
His question startled her back to reality. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts as she tried to recover but instead floundered like a fish out of water.
"What? I'm sorry?"
He couldn't help but smile. Her thoughts had drifted again, and he silently wondered where to.
"Is this helping?" he asked again.
"Yes, it feels wonderful," she sighed in delight as the strong fingers of both his hands firmly kneaded the sore shoulder.
He discovered quite by accident that when his body leaned forward at a particular angle an erotic top-down view of her breasts was available. At first he immediately looked away, but after a few moments he returned for another peek. He admired the perky mounds as they temptingly jiggled from the vibrations his massage created. The smooth flesh rested inside pale pink cups that closely matched the color of her blouse.
Despite knowing it to be wrong, Doug could not separate his eyes from the gorgeous sight. He nervously licked his lips, hoping she would not glance up and catch him in the act. On several occasions the tops of her areolas and nipple shafts peeked out from the lace bra. His cock stirred inside his pants as he was aroused by their brief introduction. In his profession he was accustomed to evaluating artwork, and she was beyond reproach.
Without consciously thinking about it her left hand reached up and gently caressed the top of his. Her head rotated left and she lightly kissed the other. She was so horrified when she realized what she'd done that she very nearly peed in her panties. But instead of Doug being shocked, she felt his lips kiss the top of her head.
"You smell wondrous," he whispered.
Her heart pounded so hard Liz thought she might pass out. Her head began to swim. Her eyes closed as she willed herself to keep it together. His mouth moved left, repeatedly kissing her head until it reached the side. She quivered with intense nervous excitement as his soft, moist lips lightly rubbed upon her scented skin around her ear. Her nipples swelled beneath the thin pink blouse and began aching. Her breathing quickened as her soft moans drifted up to his ears.
The shaky feeling she experienced when first visiting the office was nothing compared to the trembling that now gripped her form. Her right hand grasped the armrest. The fingers tightened around the cloth-covered wood support until the knuckles turned white. The fingers of his left hand laced between hers and closed. This time when she looked up and gazed directly into his stunning blue eyes she felt neither awkward nor shy. Instead her heart was filled with love and desire.
Doug gently stroked a cheek with the back side of his right hand. Her face was silky smooth. He heard her breathing harder as her face flushed red with excitement. He saw the innocent sparkle in her green eyes turn sultry. She licked her full lips and partially opened her mouth. Liz didn't know what to expect; she only knew what she wanted. For the first time it was the professor that suddenly felt awkward.
Liz leaned ever so slightly forward, clearly communicating her desire. His face moved closer to hers but hesitated when they were just an inch apart. They breathed warm, mint-smelling air on one another's faces through open mouths. There was no doubt what each wanted yet both were reluctant to initiate the next move.
"I have a wife, a son," he reminded himself as he spoke the words to her.
"And you have me," she added.
As a man, he knew right from wrong; as a husband, fidelity from infidelity. And as a professor, he knew morality from immorality. But despite his vast knowledge nothing could derail the moment they were both crashing toward. Doug closed the slight remaining distance and kissed the lips he yearned for. Soft moans sounded as they cherished an intimate meeting of their hungry mouths.
It was her tongue that inspired passion. The soft tip extended from her oral cavity and pushed deeply into his mouth. The writhing tendrils anxiously entwined. The wet muscles explored the glorious richness of one another and that of their inner cavities.
"You're such an amazing and beautiful person," he whispered in a confession of his true feelings for her.
"I've always adored you," she replied.
When their lips reunited the kissing turned feverish. They had longed for this moment for so long that once it arrived they could not control the intensity of the attraction. They embraced as if polar opposites, drawn together by a chemistry they could not comprehend.
His hands caressed her lovely face as her left arm coiled around his nape. They moved lower, savoring the softness of her long neck. His lips wandered from her luscious mouth. It shifted to the base of her wonderfully scented throat. Her groans intensified as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive area.
"Touch me!" she pleaded in a breathless and desperate whisper.
Both hands moved down. They anxiously closed in on the swell of her cloaked breasts. He cupped and squeezed the firm mounds through her clothing. When her nipples stood upright Doug's thumbs rubbed at the outline of both tips. Excitement jolted through her in a powerful spasm that stole the breath from her lungs. Liz was overwhelmed with the joyous realization that he felt the same emotions for her.
"This is wrong!" he whispered aloud, but Doug couldn't steer away from the focus of his desire. His cock was fully awakened. It throbbed for her loving attention.
"Don't stop!" she demanded, more fearful of that than being with a man for her first time.
Tingling heat radiated through her loins. She was so aroused that juice leaked from her center and had soaked through the panties that shielded them. The smell of her sex was strong and drifted upward. Doug eagerly breathed in the scent. His cock swelled larger as his desire was amplified by her natural sexual fragrance.
His trembling fingers frantically tugged at the white buttons of her blouse. He pulled them apart from the top down. He grasped both sides and pulled the front open, revealing the pink bra with sexy lace cups. Her chest rapidly rose and fell with each frantic breath. Doug anxiously lifted the cups up over both swells and was stunned by the magnificent beauty of her bare flesh. Her back arched and thrust the breasts upwards. He grasped the perky globes in both hands and savored the glorious warmth.
Of all the times she'd fantasized about her professor, Liz never imagined herself feeling so hopelessly passionate. Her body was a physical and emotional wreck. The void between her thighs was dripping wet and had never felt so hollow before. Tingling heat and pressure filled her loins. She could never have imagined herself in such physical or emotional need for a man.
She lifted her legs and draped them over the arm rests of the chair. Her short skirt shifted upward over freshly shaved skin as her thighs moved apart. When Doug glanced down he could see a portion of her panty-clad crotch. The white panel of cotton covering her pussy was stained dark with flowing essence. That was when he knew he had to have her.
His eyes remained fixed on the inspiring sight even as he leaned further over her left shoulder. Doug's mouth kissed a path down to her left breast. After licking the creamy mound he focused on the straining nipple. He admired the upright pink pillar before taking it into his mouth.
"Oh! Oh my God!" she softly cried out, mindful that only a door separated them from a large student population only too eager to gossip. "Oh Doug, oh yes..."
"Your beauty rivals that of any artistic work I've ever seen," he whispered as his mouth transitioned to the opposing nipple. "Not many women can lay claim to that." He didn't see the wide smile on Liz's face as his compliment was accepted. His opinion of her was very important to Liz, who felt on so many occasions that her shy awkwardness had handicapped his impression of her. His words were a reaffirmation of the bond that they shared. As his mouth consumed the second nub her form writhed in an upward spiral of powerful delight.
After painting the nipple and heaving globe with saliva, Doug moved to a standing position behind his pupil and stepped around to her front. He knelt before her. She looked down with her face framed by a pair of spectacular thighs. He placed his hands on top of her wrists and curled his strong fingers under the arm rests, pinning her into position. She leaned back and nervously shuddered, silent except for the panting of her breath and soft moans of delight.
He tongue-kissed her left knee and slowly crept up the quivering inner thigh. The closer he got to her juicy center, the hotter and more physical she became. The wet panty crotch tightly clung to Liz's body, revealing the outline of the flesh beneath. When he was within an inch of her covered pussy her hips began frantically pumping.
Doug looked up with a playful grin on his face. He shifted his mouth to her right knee. Liz writhed as if in misery as he tongue-kissed up the inner thigh. This time when he reached the crotch he devoured her through the fabric. Liz experienced a range of emotions, from fear and apprehension to relief and acknowledged love.
Her eyes closed and face contorted as tingling heat flared in her loins. "Oh, that feels grand! Yes, yes...oh!"
When his hands pulled away from her wrists her eyes opened. Liz looked at him in stunned confusion. He lifted each leg off the arm rest. His fingers grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them down. The crotch was glued to her pussy by layers of juice that had alternately dried. He carefully peeled the cotton away and removed it.
Liz shifted her ass forward until her crotch hung over the edge of the seat. She again lifted her legs over the arms rests. She'd never felt so naked or vulnerable before. Liz was on shaky new ground where a single word or gesture could emotionally crush her. She watched as her professor stood up and disrobed.
Her gaze was drawn to the sight of an erect man. The long, stiff shaft supported a dark-red bulbous tip. The tiny elongated eye seeped with milky cum. Two orbs dangled freely beneath in sacs of pink flesh covered with curls of gray hair, It was such an awesome sight that Liz gasped in shock when it first came into view. Her stomach knotted in nervous fear and the fingers of both hands clenched the arm rest. Tiny droplets of perspiration moistened her radiant skin as she realized that it would soon be thrusting inside of her.
Doug admired her female center. Curls of dark hair covered her pubic mound and fringed the glistening outer folds. The lips were swollen with arousal and offered a hint of the valley nestled within.
He knelt between her spread legs. Her eyes lowered as the shaky awkwardness returned. His right hand returned to the top of her left wrist and pinned it to the arm rest. His left hand reached out. She felt the tips of his fingers gently lifting her head. Her gaze hesitantly returned to his. Doug smiled warmly as he looked into her sparkling green eyes. They welled up with tears of emotion.
"Am I your first?"
Liz couldn't speak. She frantically nodded her head yes.
"It's not too late, Liz. It would kill me to hurt you. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Her eyes softened. Doug could feel the love behind them. Her tensed body relaxed as her apprehension drained away. The expression of sexual need on her face reassured him more certainly than any words could have that she wanted him to be her first.
The fingers that supported her chin moved to the back of her neck. They leaned toward one another. Their open mouths met in a passionate tongue kiss. A single tear rolled down her left cheek as Liz realized she was on the brink of womanhood. This would be the last time she would kiss as an innocent girl.
His hard cock pressed against her right inner thigh and throbbed upon the skin. Their entwining tongues kissed harder, energized by the rapidly growing excitement. Liz was again breathless. The tingling heat in her lower belly had her leaking pussy aching for stimulation. Her body wildly shuddered with desperate desire.
Doug sensed the moment was ripe. His left hand supported the base of his cock. He moved forward, shifting the round head up and down against the seam between the outer lips until it sank into her wonderfully hot, juicy slit. Liz's groans were muffled by his mouth that covered hers. The throbbing sensation of his cock further excited his pupil. It slowly shifted with purposeful motion until the sensitized tip felt the gateway to her center.
His left hand pinned her right wrist to the arm rest and steadied the chair. His hips pushed forward as gently as he could. The smooth juice-slick crown stretched the tiny orifice. Her body stiffened in fear as Liz experienced jolts of stinging pain. His cock forced it open. The tight canal stretched until it was as wide as the head of his penis, and then welcomed him inside.
She felt pressure as the head penetrated. Her mouth pulled away from his and gasped for air. Their eyes locked in an intimate gaze as they shared the joyous loving union.
With a second push he tore through the thin membrane that signified her purity. Liz tensed and softly yelped as the sting of its removal was felt. For Liz it was both frightening and awe-inspiring. Losing her virginity was an eventuality that she both had dreaded and yearned for.
Doug's hips drew back and thrust forward. Liz moaned as his pulsating stem reached deeper into her wondrous core. Wet heat surrounded the invading mass of manhood as he opened her up. Liz visibly shook with tremors of nervous joy as Doug slowly advanced. He held the chair and her wrists firmly in place as he began a rhythmic fucking. Her hips picked up on the timed motions and synchronized her movements with his.
Her gaze shifted down. Liz stared in wonder at the vision of his stiff prick gliding in and out of her pussy. The shaft was wet with juice and streaked with white from the leaking cum that seeped from his freely swinging balls. She was taking in half of his length. With each stroke he penetrated slightly more. Liz was captivated by the sight of him loving her. His cock pierced deeper. She winced as another sting was felt.
"Ah! Oh! Oh yeah, Doug, yeah..."
His cock filled her aching void. It seemed to keep reaching further into her. Liz glanced down in time to see her pussy finally devour his full size. His cock pulled out until only the head was in the canal. He fucked with long, slow strokes. The pressure and vibrations generated by his moving prick created tingling sensations of joyous pleasure that filled her loins and rippled outward.
Her breathing grew labored and erratic as her sexual excitement peaked. Her lithe form trembled with pleasure. As his swollen cock pumped into her wet canal her body stiffened in orgasm. Liz erupted in a spastic fit of uncontrollable gyrations as she climaxed. Soft cries accompanied the wondrous event. Nothing could have prepared her for this special moment.
Juice dripped from her pink folds as her tensed body relaxed. When Liz looked up at the professor her sweaty face was beaming with happiness. He flashed a heart-warming grin in response, glad that he could bring his beloved pupil such delight. Seeing the shocked surprise on her face when she climaxed brightened his heart.
His hips continued their persistent motion. The wet heat and friction of his movements triggered the joyous rise of his semen. Doug's toes curled and his muscles flexed as he softly groaned. Pressure and powerful tingling emanated from his crotch. His body jerked and twitched as he savored the upward flow of cum.
As he thrust into the far reaches of her core, he ejaculated. Doug shuddered in joy as he squirted thick semen into her belly. Several shallow strokes followed as he enjoyed the tingling pleasure of his sensitized prick rubbing along the tight walls of her canal. Twice more he erupted, shooting brief streams of cum until his balls were drained of the life-creating seed.
Liz smiled in admiration at the reddened, sweaty face of her professor. They both rested for a few moments and tried to catch their breath as his spent penis withered inside of his pupil. They shared a final kiss.
"That was amazing!" she exclaimed in excitement. "It's so much better than..."
Liz's words tapered off when she realized what she was admitting to. Oh my God, he knows that I masturbate! Her already red face darkened two more shades in embarrassment. The shy awkwardness returned. Her gaze shifted to the ground.
"...than you could have ever imagined," he finished the statement for her in an attempt to ease the embarrassment she experienced. "It's okay, Liz; really. There's no reason to be nervous around me any longer."
It suddenly occurred to her that he was right.