Oh, Professor!

Ahh! Thanks for all the reviews and hits! I must reiterate, if you read, please please lemme know what you think. The ratio this time was something like 6:600 reviews:hits. That\'s rather sad. I\'m glad to know I\'ve got publicity (evil laughter) but I\'d like to know opinions! Free speech, fools. Use it. Anyway, here\'s chapter two. Getting a little more into it... I promise, good sex stuff is coming up in the next chapter, already in the works!


CHAPTER TWO: HEATIN UP


Lainey walked back to the castle, her broomstick in hand, mind whirring with thoughts of that professor.

‘Holy shit. He is the most smoldering man I have ever laid my eyes on! I know I moved on from the idea of boys a little while ago, and he is just too perfect right now. And I think he kind of has a crush on me. Oh, that face, and those arms and his delicious muscles... THAT is what the perfect male looks like, I’m sure of it. And he wasn’t just the sexiest creature alive, he was nice, too. Nice. Wholesome, nice, friendly, strong, cool, young, did I mention sexy? I WANT HIM! And I’m gonna get him.’

Lainey wasn’t vain so much as confident. She thought she was okay looking, pretty but not overwhelming, although people told her otherwise. She was pretty sure none of them meant it, though. Her parents had to say she was beautiful because she was the product of their love. Her relatives had to say so because they were not only related, but it came off as a polite thing to say on the offchance she’d see them annually at Christmas. Boys she’d date would say she was sexy, beautiful, hot, just to get sex. Her girlfriends had to say she was pretty because all girls at that age were insecure with their image, so they flattered each other silly so they could boost each others’ confidence and hear about how pretty they were. Lainey hated that type of thing, she preferred to speak her mind and go after what she wanted. She smiled as she recalled a passage from one of her favorite muggle books.

“I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself and falls on the other.” She murmured aloud. She had a great interest in muggles, seeing as she’d grown up with them, but was more interested in combining their philosophies with life. And right now, the philosophy from that passage was telling her to go for it with that professor. And she’d start tomorrow.


Wood entered his quarters after a long ride on his broomstick, a little flushed from the ever-chilling air of the countryside. He leant his broom up against the armoire and walked over to the icebox, out of which he pulled a bottle of firewhiskey. Not even bothering to get a glass, he opened it up and took a long swig, the burn at the tip of his throat pleasingly painful, an aftertaste lulling on his tongue. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get that girl out of his mind. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen- she made his ex-fiance look like an ogre. The way she shamelessly flirted, her big eyes looking up at him, sultry and full of lust; the way she stood, shifting her weight onto one hip, so her body had a nice, sleek curve; her hair falling a bit in her face; her voice and the way she flew; the way her tongue swept gently over her full, pink lips...

She’s a fucking student! But she is of age, seventeen. Nonetheless, he’d get fired and ridiculed and possibly suspended from Puddlemere! But those eyes and that smile... she wasn’t a little girl. She was a pretty young thing with a tiny waist, a body that screamed shag me, all her mannerisms sexy and cool and collected... she was a seemingly mature young woman, who, in actuality, was a little girl playing with fire. But God, did she know how to play with fire! He thought, taking a long chug of the firewhiskey without making a face. What he didn’t understand was how one little student, caught up in a swarm of hundreds, could stand out among the whole human race as the epitome of what he wanted. He didn’t even know her, and he was drawn to her. Not just because she was sexy, but just because she WAS. Everything in that ten minute conversation was getting him addicted to her, her presence making him soar above the clouds, hallucinating like he was on acid. Her smile and her eyes and the touch of her skin when they shook hands got him drunk off her presence. It was insane. She wasn’t a student, she was Lainey.

And what a Lainey! He thought, drinking more and more as he got lost in his fantasies of her. He recalled how she’d slid her hands over her broomstick as she talked to him idly, not aware of what she was doing to him. How each time her pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips he burned in desire to take her. He imagined how good she’d be at kissing, how nice it would have been to pick her up and lay her down on the field and just hold her... or fuck her hard. Wood’s hand slid into his pants as he thought of how her lips would look wrapped around his cock, her mouth working him, driving him wild. And she’d just continue sucking on him like he was candy, making little soft moans and looking up at him innocently with those big, brown eyes. She’d pull off and ask him if she was doing it right, and he’d push her head gently back down on him, his hands tangling in her beautiful, thick hair while she sucked him off, taking in as much as she could. She wouldn’t be able to take him in all the way, and would use her hand to help her out, sometimes just licking him all over, driving him wild with that incredible mouth. And when he’d come, she’d swallow his seed, it spilling out of the corners of her mouth a bit, her eyes darkened with need... need for him. Only him. He came with a long moan of her name, spilling some of the firewhiskey as he shot his load.

When he caught his breath again, he cleaned up the mess from his climax, and finished what was left of the whiskey. Putting the empty bottle on the small table of his own personal den, he washed his hands, then ran them through his thick hair with a groan. He’d just fantasized about a student ten years younger than him. For some reason, he felt like he should feel like a sick pedophilic pervert, but he didn’t. It didn’t feel wrong to think about her, even though it was. That scared Wood, and he headed into his bathroom to shower off his dirty thoughts.


I am a sick fuck, he thought the next morning when he woke up, recalling the previous evening. He’d jacked off one more time that night, after drinking another half a bottle of whiskey. Now he was hungover, after drinking by himself and wanking to the image of a sexy young student. He truly was pathetic.

Yawning, he entered the Great Hall and took a seat at the staff table, eating his usual breakfast, trying to keep his eyes from wandering over the mass of students occupying the four long tables for fear of catching sight of her. But God, did he want to look upon that face again... so he glanced toward the Gryffindor table, and almost immediately picked her out. She was sitting near a group of older boys, all rapt for her attention, watching her eat, laugh, and casually glance up at the teachers table... right over at him. Their eyes locked breifly, and he looked back down when she licked her spoon a bit teasingly, a coy smile playing on her face. Once he finished eating, he walked quickly out of the room, ignoring the throng of people pointing him out as they always did. He knew she was staring at him, he could feel those eyes burning into the back of his neck with an unquenchable fire. He kept walking, and walked toward his office, a bit stressed.

“Professor Wood.” A clear, sultry voice said from behind him. He knew it was her, and turned slowly to face her, casually leaning against a wall of the main corridor.

“Er, hello, Miss Heller.” Wood said, trying to sound as professional and collected as was humanly possible when she ws looking him over like that. She was almost like a predator, the way she was looking at him, her big brown eyes scanning his toned form, smiling flirtily at him, undressing him with her eyes and looking like a sleek dark panther about to pounce on him. He felt like he’d forgotten to breathe for a minute. Why did she do this? He didn’t even know her.

“Er, can I help you with something?” He asked, voice husky.

God, he’s so hot. Look at him, how calm he is, the way he’s looking at me like he wants me to go over there and fuck him. Damn, I can’t believe I’m this hot for a professor. Lainey thought to herself, her heartbeat hammering away in her chest, feeling like her ribcage was going to break open and she’d die bleeding in his arms.

“Yeah, actually. I was wondering if I could have a talk with you about some... moves.” She said, stressng the last word with an innocent bat of her eyelashes. Wood swallowed hard.

“All right. But don’t you have to go to class?” He asked her.

Fuck class, and fuck me! She thought to herself frantically.

“Yeah, but I’m around after classes end. Maybe I could drop by your office?” She asked innocently. Wood stared at her, scared he’d lose it if she walked into his office looking at him like that.

“All right, I’ll meet you at my office at four.”

Did I just say that? Shit, I’m gonna lose it.

Yes! This had better go well. I’m gonna lose it!

AN: Yes. Now clicky on el boton on your left... REVIEW ME! Also, sorry, but I have to get a Shakespeare quote into every story. It\'s what I do. This one was from Macbeth. Good show. Anyway, next chapter is an encounter... what\'s gonna happen??
--DisappearedCat