Joren stepped out of Professor Hart's office, the door clicking shut behind him. The hallway was quiet, but his thoughts were anything but. What he'd just done—what he'd just seen—echoed through his head. Her flushed face. Her legs spread for him. Her dripping entrance. The way she ground against his mouth.
He was still flustered. Still hard.
And still disappointed.
It hadn't gone the way he'd imagined. Not completely. He had wanted Professor Hart to agree to his first request and let him have sex with her. He sighed and muttered to himself, low and a bit hopeful:
"At least I'll get to finish it this evening. Her apartment's the real deal."
A voice cut through the silence behind him.
"Finish what?"
Joren froze.
He turned slowly, shoulders tense, heart thudding. Then he saw her.
Lana.
He exhaled, relaxing just slightly. "Oh. It's just you."
Lana raised an eyebrow, her arms folded, her expression unreadable. "Yeah, it's me. So… what are you finishing?"
Joren stiffened again. "It's… nothing. Just forget it."
She didn't budge. "You said you were going to finish something. That doesn't sound like nothing."
He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to look casual. "It's not important."
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly as she caught sight of his erection straining against his pants. "You sure? You look… tense."
Joren shifted, trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. "Can we not talk about this here?"
Lana's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why not?"
"Because it's private," he said, voice low.
She folded her arms. "Private like… you can't even tell me?"
He hesitated. "Exactly."
She studied him for a moment, then glanced at the office door behind him. "You were in Professor Hart's office, weren't you?"
Joren didn't respond.
Her eyes flicked back to him. "Did something happen?"
"I can't tell you."
Lana raised an eyebrow. "You can't or you won't?"
He sighed. "Both."
She stared at him a beat longer, then finally exhaled. "Alright. I'll drop it. For now."
Joren let out a breath of relief. "Thanks."
Lana gave a small nod, but her eyes lingered on him a moment longer. Then she shifted her weight and asked, "By the way… have you picked a day for our date?"
Joren's eyes widened. His stomach dropped. Crap. He'd completely forgotten.
"I… haven't planned anything yet," he admitted, voice low.
Lana raised an eyebrow. "You forgot?"
"No! I mean—yeah. Kind of." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. "Things have just been… hectic."
She didn't say anything right away. Just looked at him. Not angry. Not disappointed. Just… neutral.
"I get it," she said finally. "You've got stuff going on."
"I do," he said quickly. "But I didn't mean to blow it off. I want to go out with you. I just haven't figured out when."
Lana nodded slowly. "Okay. Well, when you do figure it out, let me know. I'm not going to chase you for it."
Joren winced. "I wasn't trying to make you feel like that."
"I know," she said, her voice softening just a little. "But I'm not going to sit around waiting either."
He nodded. "Fair point."
She looked at him for a moment longer, then gave a small shrug. "I just thought maybe you'd be excited about it. That's all."
"I am," he said, a little too fast. "I just… got distracted."
Lana's gaze flicked down again, to his erection straining against his pants, and then back up. Her smirk returned. "Clearly."
Joren blinked. "What?"
She tilted her head. "You're still pitching a tent."
His face flushed pink. "Right. Yeah."
"So…" she said, stepping closer, voice low and mischievous, "want me to take care of it?"
Joren hesitated. "How exactly do you plan on doing that?"
She leaned in, her breath warm against his face. "Follow me."
Joren hesitated, then followed.
She led him down the hallway, past empty offices and lecture rooms, until she stopped in front of one with the lights off. She glanced around, then opened the door and slipped inside. Joren followed, heart pounding.
The room was empty. Desks lined up in rows. A whiteboard hung at the front of the room.
Lana turned to him, her eyes glinting with something between mischief and lust. She closed the door behind them, the sound echoing in the empty lecture room.
Joren stood still, unsure of what to say, his heart beating like crazy in his chest.
She stepped closer, her voice low and deliberate. "You've been walking around like that for a while now," she said, eyes flicking down to his groin. "I figured you could use a little help."
Joren swallowed. "Here?"
She smirked. "It's empty. No one's coming in. And you clearly need it."
He hesitated, but the way she looked at him made it difficult to refuse. After all, she was right. He did need it.
Lana got down on both knees, her face now at the same level as his hardness.
"Let's make this quick," she whispered, her fingers already reaching for his waistband. "Before you explode."
She pulled his pants down, and his thick cock sprung free. Her eyes dilated upon seeing his member.
"I don't think I can ever get over how big you are."
She wrapped her hand around his length, her fingers barely touching.
"Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, barely able to speak.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his tip. "Good."
She ran her tongue slowly from the base to the tip, savoring every inch. Joren's breath caught from the sensation, his hands instinctively moving to grip her hair.
Lana's tongue circled the tip of his cock before taking him into her damp mouth, her throat relaxing to take all of him in, eliciting a deep moan from him as his hands gripped her hair tighter.
"Hah... Lana... your mouth..."
He moaned, too overwhelmed to remember what he'd even meant to say.
Lana began bobbing her head, her tongue swirling around his cock head as she worked him toward the edge. Saliva dripped from her mouth, her eyes watery.
Meanwhile, Joren was having the time of his life. He thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his cock into the wet heat of her mouth. He could feel himself approaching the edge.
"God… I can't hold it…"
He gasped, his breath growing ragged, each gasp sharper than the last. He was close—too close.
"I'm gonna—"
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her mouth, so deep that her nose touched his pelvis, and released his load.
Lana, for her part, swallowed greedily whatever he could give her, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. The moment she noticed that his cock was softening, she released it from her mouth with a lewd pop and looked at Joren with satisfied eyes.
"You taste good. Salty, but good."
Her words sent a shiver down Joren's spine.
He reached for his pants, tugging them up with shaky hands, the heat of the moment still clinging to his skin. He looked down at Lana, whose mouth was glistening with a mix of her saliva and his essence.
"That was... intense,"
he said, leaning back, chest rising and falling. Lana wiped the corner of her mouth with a smirk, then stood slowly, adjusting her skirt.
He zipped up, hands still trembling slightly. "You're… something else."
She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You needed it."
"I guess I did,"
he said, glancing at the door. "We should go before someone walks in."
Lana stepped closer, her voice low but steady.
"I'll see you later, then," she said, brushing her fingers lightly against his arm. "Don't forget to plan the date." She turned toward the door, heels clicking softly against the floor. Joren watched her go, his pulse still racing. Whatever line they'd crossed—it wasn't the last. And the thought of the possibilities made him shudder.