First Semester Finals

"I do!" she gasped out. "I definitely do!"

"Good," I said, tasting her shoulder briefly. Her reaction proved my earlier discovery. Bethany was definitely sensitive there. I pulled away for the moment because I wasn't quite ready yet. "Your ex was a fool to pass up as chance to do this with you." I glanced down at her and licked my lips in desire before adding, "And he was wrong too. Your breasts are big enough to play with in this position too."

Bethany was on her stomach pressed against the bed. She was big enough up top that the position caused some of her soft flesh to peak out from either side. I moved my hands to caress what showed. She moaned loudly. I wasn't sure how much of that was due to what I was doing with my hands and how much of it was due to the fact that when I moved them to caress her sides my full weight settled on top of her briefly, pushing me fully inside.

Bethany burned with desire beneath me. I delved into her molten center over and over again, but slowly at first. I continued to caressed her sides and even reached under her every once in a while and squeezed, letting her feel my need.

I knew I should have waited longer, but I wanted to give Bethany as much pleasure as possible so I leaned forward and kissed the crux of her shoulder. She gasped. I smiled and tasted her shoulder more deeply, opening my mouth and sucking gently. Bethany moaned loudly. I felt her need deep in my gut and all at once I forget about my own satisfaction. My sucking grew stronger and she responded in kind. I drove deep inside of her with longer strokes as my hands worked the soft flesh they held.

"No!" Bethany cried. "Not yet!" I knew she wanted me to cum with her, but there was nothing she could do to stop what happened next. I refused to allow it. I sucked on her shoulder even harder and the pleasure it brought her was obvious. I was sure there would be a mark afterward, but neither one of us cared at the moment.

I thrust deep once last time when the moment was right and held myself there. Bethany cried out and came yet again. I smiled in satisfaction and remained on top of her until she was done. I tried to shift off her of afterward, but she stopped me.

"Don't you dare move!" she got out between breaths. "Not until you finish."

"I'd say you're done," I smiled gently, appreciating what she was offering, but not thinking she was up to it. I should have known better.

"Not quite yet," she argued, lifting her hips slightly to give me better access. I was still inside of her, but only partially. Instinct must have taken over because when she offered herself up to me like that I couldn't stop myself from thrusting deep once more. She moaned in appreciation before adding, "I'm not going to be done until you get your release too. So do whatever you want to get there."

"Whatever I want?" I teased. Bethany didn't laugh. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at me so that I could see just how serious she was before responding.

"You've satisfied me in ways I never imagined," she said with a shake of her head. "I want to do the same for you. Please let me?" I looked down at her and saw something in her eyes that had more to do with than simply sexual fulfillment.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you." The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her eyes grew big for a moment, but then she looked away from me and laughing. It sounded forced.

"Men!" she said, shaking her head. "Always getting love confused with lust. You don't love me. You love my body."

"That too," I offered, but she obviously refused to believe me. I wanted to argue, but now wasn't the time. She wasn't ready. Hell, it wasn't a conversation to have with the back of her head. Besides, I was buried deep inside of her and in desperate need. I started slowly moving in and out of her.

"That's better," she said, sounding relieved and maybe a little disappointed too. The latter may have been wishful thinking on my part. "Remember, whatever you want. Whatever it takes."

"You're serious, aren't you?" I asked, knowing it was true, but I wanted to hear her say it again.

"Definitely," she replied, looking over her shoulder once more. Her next words floored me. "I want to feel you fill me." Talk about an aphrodisiac? There was none better in the world. I picked up the pace of my thrusts considerably.

"In that case," I growled. "Prepare for the ride of your life!" Okay, so it was a little over the top, but by this point I wasn't thinking particularly straight. I wanted my release desperately and the hottest girl I'd ever met was under me telling me to do whatever I wanted to get it. How could I be?

I was no longer leaning over Bethany. Instead, I was holding both of her hips and thrusting deep with powerful strokes. I thought that would make me come quickly, but for some reason I held off. Bethany was motionless under me at first, but I knew I wasn't hurting her. She was still wet from her own release.

On the other hand, everything became much better when she started responding again. At first it was probably to help me along, but eventually it was more than that. I could feel it in the tension in her body. Her hands became fists, holding her bottom sheet in a deathlike grasp. In many ways that was even more enticing then the site of her well-shaped backside as I pushed in and out of her.

"Oh yes! That's it! Right there!" she suddenly gasped out between thrusts. My need overcame my conscious thoughts and I grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, but it didn't seem to bother Bethany. In fact, she clearly liked it. "Yes! Ride me. Ride me!"

I locked her hands at the base of her spine and held them there with one hand as I did exactly what she wanted. I rode her, hard.

Bethany's ass shivered and shook with every thrust and she was becoming one constant moan. I grinned almost maniacally because I knew that I'd be able to make her cum once more before we were done, but this time it would be with me.

I couldn't take much more before I lost it. It was obvious that neither could Bethany. She was crying out into the mattress beneath her. I wanted to hear what she was saying more clearly so I took her wrists, one in each hand and lifted until her moans echoed through the house.

It couldn't have been the most comfortable position in the world, but Bethany was beyond caring. I guess in a way, so was I because I kept pulling her wrists until she was bend backward at the waist. Her heavy breasts hung down low, but were off the mattress. I expected to enjoy the sight of them moving as I thrust in and out of her and I did, but it was the sound of them coming together every so often that nearly did me in.

I didn't want to lose it quite yet so I let Bethany's torso drop slightly until her breasts barely touched the sheet. I continued thrusting in and out of her from behind. The mattress stopped her ample assets from coming together, but the noise of them meeting was replaced with the sounds of Bethany crying out even louder.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "The friction...the sheet...fuck, that feels so good!"

I rode her hard making sure to leave her in the same position so that she could enjoy the sensation of the sheets rubbing against her soft flesh. That only lasted a short time before she pulled her wrists free from my grasp and dropped to the bed. She tucked her arms under her and closed her legs, making me half pull out.

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern, worried that I'd hurt her.

"Nothing," she said into the mattress. "But I refuse to cum again until you do first, and if I didn't stop you right there and then it would have happened."

"Is that all?" I actually laughed. "You don't have to worry about me cumming. At this point, I doubt you could do anything to stop me." She didn't react at first, so I rolled her onto her back so I could see her face. "Can I still do whatever I want?"

"Yes," she said, sounding tired, but still game.

I smiled down at her and got between her legs. I was sure she would be sore in the morning if not sooner, so I slipped inside of her slowly. Bethany spread her legs in welcome. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her mouth fell open and our tongues danced together.

We stayed like that for a long time. We weren't just having sex now. We were making love. I knew it, and deep down I think Bethany did too. Of course, it eventually had to come to an end.

Slowly, but surely I picked up the pace until I had to stop kissing Bethany or deal with the possibility of our teeth coming together because of the violence of my thrusts. I lifted from her mouth and starred down at her face. It was obvious that she was fighting off her next orgasm. I loved watching her expression. I used one hand to push her damp hair out of her eyes before I slowed enough to give her one last kiss. Bethany returned it passionately.

"Will, I can't take much more," she said softly when I finally pulled away. The sound of my name on her lips sent a shiver down my spine.

"I know," I smiled down at her. "It's time."

"Don't forget," she smiled back. "You promised to fill me. I want to feel that more than anything else in the world."

"Your wish..." I offered, picking up the pace once more. Bethany's eyes locked onto mine and I couldn't look away, not that I wanted to. Everything else in the world faded except for us. Our bodies crashed together at times and at others we moved in sync. It didn't matter.

I did exactly as promised when the end finally came. I filled her with everything I had. She joined me in release and we thrashed together for what felt like forever as our orgasms drove us to the edge and beyond. I lay panting next to her not long after we were done. Bethany had her head resting on my shoulder and she was all but passed out.

"Bethany," I said softly, kissing her sweat covered forehead. "I know you don't want to hear it, but I love you."

"Will," she mumbled. "I shouldn't say this, but I think I love you too."

I smiled contently. It was a tossup between who passed out first.

**********

"My God! This room smells...Bethany Blair Baker, where are your clothes? Wait, is that a boy in bed with you?" The voice grew higher in pitch with each word. Worse, I was pretty sure I recognized it. It took a lot of effort to get my eyes open, but it's not like I had a choice.

"Professor Saxxon?" I asked, not quite believing the reality of the situation.

"Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming home until this afternoon?" Bethany cried as she pulled the sheet over both of us.

"Mom?" I asked in disbelief. I was so screwed. I had no idea that Professor Saxxon had a daughter who went to our school. "Wait, isn't your last name Baker?" My brain was having a hard time processing what was happening.

"It is afternoon," the professor said succinctly to her daughter, ignoring me.

"I guess we overslept," Bethany sighed, suddenly sounding far calmer than she should be. She turned to me and added, "My last name is Baker. It's my father's. Mom never changed hers."

"Great, your mom is my chemistry professor," I said, shaking my head. I wanted to get out of bed and run for the hills, but the thin sheet covering both Bethany and me was the only thing keeping her mother from seeing me naked.

"Oh, it's get worse, a lot worse," Bethany promised.

"Worse?" I asked in concern.

"So," her mother interjected angrily, looking at me. "Do you get off by sleeping with children?"

"Mother, I am not a child," Bethany snapped.

"Bethany Blaire, you're still in high school!"

"Oh Christ," I groaned. "Please tell you you're not underage!" My life flashed before my eyes and it was too damn short for it to be over already. I didn't want to spend the next twenty years behind bars.

"I'm eighteen," she replied. I can't put the relief that washed over me into words.

"Barely," her mother inserted.

"Wait," I said once more as everything started to sink in. I turned to Bethany. "You were studying in the main library. You said you went to the university."

"No I didn't," she replied. "You assumed and I didn't correct you."

"But I've seen you on campus," I said, shaking my head. "A few times."

"Mom's a professor," she shrugged. "And I like the campus. I did tell you I was a townie."

"Just answer this," her mother interjected again, looking at her daughter and thankfully back to ignoring me. "Did you use protection?"

"Mother, I'm on the pill," Bethany answered, finally sounding somewhat embarrassed, which was pretty odd if you thought about it. I'm pretty certain that I was bright red from the moment I woke up.

"I know that," Professor Saxxon said through gritted teeth. "I'm the one who gets your proscription filled. I'm not worried about you being pregnant. I'm worried about you contracting an STD. You don't know this boy from a whole in the wall. Only God knows what he might have."

I wanted to be offended, but it's not like Bethany's mother was wrong. I mean, she was. I didn't have any social diseases, but her point was valid. Last night was stupid on so many levels. The odd part was that I couldn't quite get myself to regret it, although I did regret the distress it was causing everyone this morning.

"Mother, Will's not like that," Bethany said confidently.

"And how would you know?" the professor asked in exasperation.

"I asked around," Bethany shrugged. "I mean, it's not like I was planning this, but I've seen him on campus. I thought he was cute and asked some people about him." That was news to me.

"And just who would you ask?"

"I'm not going to answer that," Bethany said. "It's doesn't matter who. The point is that I've made some friends on campus. Some of them knew Will and they all only had good things to say." I was curious who she knew, but there was no way I was going to ask right now. "Come on mom. You had to expect I'd make some friends. I'm on campus all the time."

"Not any longer!" her mother snapped. "You are officially banned from campus forever!" She then turned to me and added, "And you! Stay away from my daughter or I'll make your life a living hell!"

"Mother, you're overreacting," Bethany said, still sounding surprisingly calm. "Will's only a freshman. He's probably a year older than me at most."

"There's quite a difference between a freshman in college and a senior in high school," her mother argued. "You know that college boys only want one thing!"

"And that different than high school boys how?" Bethany asked with a shake of her head. I had to admit, she had a point, but I wasn't going to say that to her mother.

"You remember Cynthia Monroe?" he mother retorted. "She learned that the hard way about college boys."

"I knew you were going to bring what happened to Cynthia into this!" Bethany snapped, sounding angry for the first time.

"It fits!" her mother insisted. "Poor little Cynthia let that boy talk her into..."

"First of all," Bethany said, interrupting her mother. "That was years ago. Second of all, let's be honest. Cynthia was a complete and total airhead. I'm many things, not all of them positive, but I am no airhead. I knew exactly what I was doing. I mean, I didn't expect things to go as far as they did, but I don't regret it."

There was something in her tone that caused the professor to close her eyes briefly. I think she might have been offering a silent prayer, not that she stayed quiet for long. "Please don't tell me you think you love him?"

"I didn't say that!" Bethany cried.

That hurt a little. After all, she had said it the night before. Wait, what was I saying? Bethany was still in high school. Her mother was right. She was still just a kid in some ways. Damn!

"Look," I interjected calmly. "Why don't we take a break, give everyone a chance to calm down. Besides, I think this conversation would go better if everyone involved were dressed." Bethany's mother shot daggers at me with her eyes, but then she jerked her head once in acknowledgement, if not agreement.

"Actually, this is between my daughter and me," the professor said sharply as she moved toward the door. "You get dressed and get out of my house. Bethany, I'll want to talk to you downstairs after you have some clothes on." I let out a long breath when she as gone, although I'm not sure how much relief it brought.

"Wow, just wow."

"I told you this wasn't going to work out," Bethany sighed. "Of course, I wasn't expecting it to come to a head quite like this. I can't believe we both overslept."

"I'm sorry," I offered. She gave me an odd look.

"What for?" Instead of responding I laughed.

"You know, I'm not quite sure." We were both standing now and reaching for our clothes. Bethany's hair was a mess and both of us could desperately use a shower. Still, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her naked body.

"I like the way you look at me," she smiled, almost sadly.

"You have an amazing body," I replied honestly, but couldn't help add, "Especially for a high school student."

"That's going to be an issue, isn't it?" she sighed.

"Seriously?" I snorted. "Sure, but only one in a long list. Not only are you a high school student, but you're my professor's daughter."

"That's not such a long list," she said, almost hopefully.

"I wasn't done." I shook my head, not sure what to say. It was a lot to absorb. "I guess most of it doesn't matter. What does is that you lied to me."

"I didn't..." she began, but I cut her off.

"Please!" I guess the shock was starting to wear off. I was starting to get angry now.

"For what it's worth, I wasn't lying earlier," Bethany said sadly as she buttoned her pants, knowing I wasn't really in the mood to listen. "I didn't plan for this last night. It just sort of happened, and despite everything, I can't bring myself to regret it." I didn't immediately respond, but she didn't let me off the hook. "Do you?"

Part of me wanted to tell her that of course I regretted it, but another part wanted to explain that there was no way I could. I loved her. Or did I? How could I love someone I clearly didn't know very well at all?

"The jury is still out," I replied honestly. "It's a lot to take in."

"I understand," Bethany said, but based on her expression I didn't think she did. I guess maybe she thought I was just trying to let her down gently. I could have corrected that assumption, but I didn't. It was probably better that way.

**********

"Alright," my oldest brother Matt sighed in frustration. "Who died?"

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

"Billy, you've been home over a week," he replied. "Hell, it's Christmas Eve, one of your favorite holidays and it's obvious that you're miserable. Everyone's noticed. Mom and dad are worried, but they say you won't talk to them. What happened? Did you fail a class or something?"

"No," I frowned, but then added, "Well, maybe. I think I did well enough on the chemistry final, but professor Saxxon hates me so you never know."

"She probably doesn't even know you!" Matt grinned, slapping me on the back.

"Oh, she does," I laughed, but there was nothing funny about it. "Trust me."

"Okay, so if it's not school, then it's a girl." My oldest brother could be a royal pain in the ass, but he wasn't stupid. He nodded knowingly when I didn't deny it. "Bottom line, do you love her?" That was Matt too, always cutting right the crux of a matter.

"She's a townie," I replied with a sigh. "A local. Not only doesn't she go to my school, but she still in high school."

"Legal?" Matt asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," I sighed in annoyance, not that I had a right to that emotion. She could have been underage for all I knew before I jumped in bed with her.

"Anything else?"

"Um," I began, hesitating before adding, "She professor Saxxon's daughter, although I didn't know that at the time."