Forbidden Desire;
Best Friend’s Dad, Grumpy Professor Coed Romance
Desire Series; Book One
Best Friend’s Dad, Grumpy Professor Coed Romance
Desire Series; Book One
Sample Excerpt Chapter One
“Sam, I’m just so stressed out, writing content for my novel and all the study and research I’ve been doing, gathering so much information, forming ideas for my research proposals.”
“The meeting with Professor Knight is next week. I’m not even close to ready.” “My mind’s running a million miles an hour. So self-involved, and, Oh my God, mmm, I can’t focus on anything but how horny I am.” “I apologize for neglecting you ... Feels like I’m the only one in my universe ... Sorry … You really deserve better.” “Thanks Alice. I appreciate you acknowledging your stress level and the effect it’s been having on our relationship.” |
“Hey, I remember before moving to London … spending very relaxing times at Storrs Pond Rec Area, sitting under gorgeous shade trees, reading and sipping wine, and hiking some beautiful nature trails.”
“Sounds wonderful, Sam.”
“Yes, totally … Hmm. Take the east campus exit onto Lyme. Veer right onto Reservoir Road. Follow the signs from there ... Can’t miss it.”
“It might be the perfect thing, Alice … Take in some exquisite scenery and give your mind a break.”
“There were also a lot of hot shirtless guys hiking the trails as well.”
“OK,” biting my lower lip, “Mmm,” with the involuntary squeeze of my thighs, oozing juices soaked my panties.
“Thanks Sam. I’ll check that out. I need to de-stress, or graduate school’s going to kill me.”
“Talk soon ... In a day or two.”
“Bye Alice, take care.”
“Yep … You too, Sam.”
Hanging up, with an exhausted sigh of relief, I clicked the ‘publish’ button, releasing my book’s latest chapter, ‘The Queen's Servant’, into cyberspace. It was now in the hands of digital self-publishing software.
‘So glad for her understanding, and loving patience with me’, as I viewed Sam’s likeness from the author’s image on the back cover of her recently published book.
***
Having taken Sam’s recommendation, I pulled into the parking lot. ‘Here I am … Storrs Pond ... Amazing’.
My sandals dangled from their straps, grasped in the same hand as the handle of my picnic basket, a soft blanket in the other.
‘Wow! So in need of rejuvenation’, feeling the lush grass between my toes as I walked barefooted over 30 yards to a huge oak tree.
Spreading my picnic blanket out at the base of the tree, surrounded by wooded hills, I set up my portable camping seat, leaned it against the giant trunk and pulled out the steamy romance novel, ‘Culinary Alchemy’.
Sexual stimulation is such an amazing pheromone rush of stress release, the perfect companion to a bottle of my favorite Merlot.
“There! All set.”
Rapidly immersed in flirtatious sensual adventures, and hot steamy sex, my mind wandered into fantasy, right hand spontaneously caressing the fullness of my left breast, pinching its nipple hard, “Mmm.”
The swelling of my labia and my twitching clitoris brought me back. ‘Just what the doctoral candidate prescribed’, biting my lower lip in a naughty grin, “mmm.”
Realizing the vulnerability of my environment, I quickly scanned the immediate surroundings, ‘anyone watching?’.
A car was just exiting the parking lot.
Off to the right was a couple lying in the shade of another tree, intent on exploring their mutual intimacy.
Three young women, having disembarked from their car, were wandering toward a small clump of trees way off to the left.
To my near left, several men stood at a trailhead preparing for what appeared to be an extensive hike. Yet were looking in my direction and calling to someone behind me.
The rustle of feet approaching through grass, a twig snapping close by, “Hello there, such a beautiful day.”
‘Holy shit’, jerking my head around. “Ohh! You startled me.”
“So sorry, was actually trying to ‘Not’ do that”, he chuckled with a winning smile. “Didn’t mean to disturb your solitude.”
“Well, you did!”, snapping back to cover my embarrassment, and give me time to actually see who had just barged into my life.
His smile was ingratiating. His physique, “mmm”, athletic, ‘Hunk alert’.
“Mmm,” shifting my pelvis seductively. ‘How can I keep him here talking with me’?
“Josh!” His friends, calling to him more urgently.
Boldly, “Hello Josh, sorry for snapping. I’m Alice … Alice Sloane. Looks like you’re off on an adventure through ‘Hundred Acre Wood’.”
“You must be a lit major at Dartmouth.”
“Forgive me, I noticed your book … romance novel. ‘Culinary Alchemy’, Mmm … catchy title … then there was your quote from Winnie-the-Pooh ... Also, one of my favorites.”
“I’m impressed with your powers of observation … and also literary acumen.”
My heart leapt and my clit tingled as Josh waved his friends off. “Don’t wait. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
“Care for a seat Josh … maybe some wine?” adjusting my skirt to appear modest, while undoing a button exposing more curvature of my now heaving breasts.
“Thanks Alice … Sloane ... Don’t mind if I do.”
He squatted, “mmm”, calling attention to the growing bulge between his obviously thick muscular thighs.
Then deftly crossing his legs in yoga-pose, simultaneously providing an even more provocative view while adjusting his genitals.
“What’s your book about? Something stimulating I trust.”
That was all it took. Just couldn’t stand it any longer, as the tension between us erupted.
Scooting forward aggressively, free now from limitations of the seat, I motioned with both hands, “Come here Josh,” as I lay back, spreading my thighs, exposing the red lace V that barely covered my pussy.
He wasted no time, instantly lying beside me, kissing with an open mouth and active tongue action. His left hand inserted into my blouse to further titillate my nipples. “Ohh, yess,” moaning audibly for his benefit.”
Inserting my hand inside his loose fitted shorts, “Ooooh … my God, yes … Josh, your cock is so big and throbbing,” grasped firmly, stroking.
“Ughhhh, mmm, Alice. Fuck! You’re so hot and wet.”
He had abandoned my breasts to stimulate my clit, immediately having inserted two fingers between my swollen lubricated lips to massage my G Spot.
I pulled the blanket over us, while he kissed me, fingered me, fucking my cunt with skills perfected from obvious ‘experience’.
My hand continued to jerk his rigid member, now slippery with pre-Cumm oozing from its slit.
Rutting like wild animals, grunting, groaning, moaning.
“Oh my God, Josh. Yes! Fuck meee”, as we both released our love juices, squirting in total abandon.
“Mmm”, grinning. ‘Amazing … Not likely this will ever happen again’, adjusting my top to make sure my breasts were fully covered.
“Thanks Josh … Exactly what I needed.”
After a few minutes, our breathing now subdued, Josh raised up on his right forearm, and kissed me tenderly.
“Alice … In Wonderland. Hehe ... Such a pleasure,” chuckling.
“Sorry to fuck and run, but I need to catch up with my friends,” and he bolted away.
I lay there in euphoric bliss, still cocooned within the wrap of my blanket and the afterglow of subtle continuing micro-convulsions.
‘Yep. Just what the doctor ordered indeed’ … “Wow! Mmm,” grinning from pure joy as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I had barely walked through the door of my home, Bzzzt … Bzzzt … Bzzzt, my mobile rang. Opening my mouth, ready to speak … only to be cut off.
"Finally … You done?" Sam's voice crackled through the phone, followed by a stifled yawn.
"Yeah, I sent it off to be published several days ago, just after our conversation when you referred me to the Storrs Pond Rec Area.”
“You were right. Beautiful scenery, relaxation, and hot men. All, just as you said ... Mmm, mmm, mmm. Thanks Sam.”
“I also managed the necessary library time to complete my research proposals and submitted them to Professor Knight on time.”
“Of absolutely no use whatsoever though.”
“All of his doctoral candidates met yesterday with Dr. Emilia Clarke, Vice Chancellor of academic affairs. She informed us that Professor Knight had fallen seriously ill and is in critical condition in ICU pulmonary care.”
“We’ve all been transferred to new major professors. I drew Hal Winston in the raffle. According to rumors, he’s the most difficult professor on campus … and a curmudgeonly grump to boot.”
“Hmm,” Sam’s level of attention noticeably shifted into avoidance and deep contemplation, enough so that I stopped … giving her an opportunity to speak.
... Nothing …
‘Something’s going on in that head of hers’. Felt like she might hang up on me right then and there.
But, as she remained, even though silent, I continued my ramble.
“It’s stressing me out, Sam, and I’m a bit panicked … yet excited with anticipation for a worthy challenge.”
“Following Dr. Clarke’s announcement, we all engaged in something of a social … a chance to interact outside of class, get to know each other a bit, and share collegiate horror stories, and such.”
“Uggghh, hmm”, I ignored Sam’s verbalized irritation to continue my ramble.
“No one. I repeat, no one had anything good to say about him, Professor Winston, I mean. There were tales that not one of his candidates got their proposals accepted without drastic and extensive rewrites.”
“Hey! Alice?”
No response.
“It’s nerve-wracking. Yet makes things more challenging ... More exciting, as an accomplished student I mean … ,” nervously grinning ear to ear.
“Where others see only negative, as a bona fide ‘higher education addict’, I see only benefit upon benefit”, chuckling out loud.
"Uggggh … ALICE! Hey! You’re doing it again! You know. That self-involved monologue syndrome thing you do.”
"Oh … I'm so sorry," apologizing, yet not able to get the associated silly grin off my face.
“Hey Sam. Do you know this Hal Winston professor? from before you moved to London?”
“No!” abruptly with elevated voice and no attempt at hiding her agitation.
“I don’t know him! ... Why would you even ask me? I lived on the outskirts of Hanover, and attended Magdalen College of the Liberal Arts, in Warner.”
“Wow! Sam? Why so testy?” I had no idea what I said that triggered her.
“Never mind … It’s probably just gossip anyway.”
“What’s got you all in a huff? Are you Ok?” No response.
‘Something’s not right. She’s never like this’.
"Anyway. Whatever …", Sam ended the conversation abruptly with a highly annoyed tone.
‘I know there’s something she’s not telling me’.
"Stay safe … and keep that obsessive sex drive of yours in check ... Oh, and good luck tomorrow with that new crazy professor."
"Thank you, Sam for the kind wishes. You're the best friend a girl could ask for," blowing visual as well as audible kisses.
***
Samantha Williams, Sam for short. She's been my best friend now for all of three months. Not long at all … But, we just clicked, like we’d known each other our whole lives.
‘So lucky to have met Sam … Absolutely adore her’.
A very private person. Keeps her personal life close-to-the-chest.
What I do know is that she’s a published author, and fellow literary grad student living with her mum in London and studying at Oxford.
She also plays a marvelous devil's advocate in most situations, great suggestions for my books, and also a dedicated listener for personal problems as well.
‘Most importantly, she loves me in spite of my quirks’.
The rest is a mystery! And I’m so looking forward to the day we finally meet … I’d love to know more … but would never think to pry.
"Now then," looking in the mirror I felt a surge of aroused confidence.
I purposefully removed my panties, so no visible lines show through the sheer slinky black dress as it snugs my every curve.
The subtle V-neck revealed a hint of cleavage, just an enhancement, adding sensual allure to my look, without being slutty.
“Yep!” voicing my approval. ‘Showing just enough, “mmm,” leaving the rest to imagination’, as my clit protruded from between swollen labia.
Cascades of burnt auburn hair flowed over my shoulders like a picture frame enhancing flawless porcelain smoothness of my face and breasts.
Turning around, I admired the voluptuous curve of my ass, “mmm, yes.”
My hands traced a silhouette upward, narrowing at the waist and expanding in an hourglass curvature cupping the fullness of my breasts.
The delicate lace detail running up and down the plunging-back-line, verified my braless state, and also added depth to the mystery to my outfit.
My brown eyes smoldered, “mmm”, as I applied a touch of smoky shadow, now appearing even more captivating.
Finally, I fastened a pendant statement-necklace which hung gently atop my collarbones, dangling within the valley between my breasts.
With a smug confident smile, I felt the glowing embers of my sensual and flirtatious desires ignite.
“Yes? … Ready to play!” as a naughty Cheshire Cat mischievous grin spread across my face, “mmm.”
“Sounds wonderful, Sam.”
“Yes, totally … Hmm. Take the east campus exit onto Lyme. Veer right onto Reservoir Road. Follow the signs from there ... Can’t miss it.”
“It might be the perfect thing, Alice … Take in some exquisite scenery and give your mind a break.”
“There were also a lot of hot shirtless guys hiking the trails as well.”
“OK,” biting my lower lip, “Mmm,” with the involuntary squeeze of my thighs, oozing juices soaked my panties.
“Thanks Sam. I’ll check that out. I need to de-stress, or graduate school’s going to kill me.”
“Talk soon ... In a day or two.”
“Bye Alice, take care.”
“Yep … You too, Sam.”
Hanging up, with an exhausted sigh of relief, I clicked the ‘publish’ button, releasing my book’s latest chapter, ‘The Queen's Servant’, into cyberspace. It was now in the hands of digital self-publishing software.
‘So glad for her understanding, and loving patience with me’, as I viewed Sam’s likeness from the author’s image on the back cover of her recently published book.
***
Having taken Sam’s recommendation, I pulled into the parking lot. ‘Here I am … Storrs Pond ... Amazing’.
My sandals dangled from their straps, grasped in the same hand as the handle of my picnic basket, a soft blanket in the other.
‘Wow! So in need of rejuvenation’, feeling the lush grass between my toes as I walked barefooted over 30 yards to a huge oak tree.
Spreading my picnic blanket out at the base of the tree, surrounded by wooded hills, I set up my portable camping seat, leaned it against the giant trunk and pulled out the steamy romance novel, ‘Culinary Alchemy’.
Sexual stimulation is such an amazing pheromone rush of stress release, the perfect companion to a bottle of my favorite Merlot.
“There! All set.”
Rapidly immersed in flirtatious sensual adventures, and hot steamy sex, my mind wandered into fantasy, right hand spontaneously caressing the fullness of my left breast, pinching its nipple hard, “Mmm.”
The swelling of my labia and my twitching clitoris brought me back. ‘Just what the doctoral candidate prescribed’, biting my lower lip in a naughty grin, “mmm.”
Realizing the vulnerability of my environment, I quickly scanned the immediate surroundings, ‘anyone watching?’.
A car was just exiting the parking lot.
Off to the right was a couple lying in the shade of another tree, intent on exploring their mutual intimacy.
Three young women, having disembarked from their car, were wandering toward a small clump of trees way off to the left.
To my near left, several men stood at a trailhead preparing for what appeared to be an extensive hike. Yet were looking in my direction and calling to someone behind me.
The rustle of feet approaching through grass, a twig snapping close by, “Hello there, such a beautiful day.”
‘Holy shit’, jerking my head around. “Ohh! You startled me.”
“So sorry, was actually trying to ‘Not’ do that”, he chuckled with a winning smile. “Didn’t mean to disturb your solitude.”
“Well, you did!”, snapping back to cover my embarrassment, and give me time to actually see who had just barged into my life.
His smile was ingratiating. His physique, “mmm”, athletic, ‘Hunk alert’.
“Mmm,” shifting my pelvis seductively. ‘How can I keep him here talking with me’?
“Josh!” His friends, calling to him more urgently.
Boldly, “Hello Josh, sorry for snapping. I’m Alice … Alice Sloane. Looks like you’re off on an adventure through ‘Hundred Acre Wood’.”
“You must be a lit major at Dartmouth.”
“Forgive me, I noticed your book … romance novel. ‘Culinary Alchemy’, Mmm … catchy title … then there was your quote from Winnie-the-Pooh ... Also, one of my favorites.”
“I’m impressed with your powers of observation … and also literary acumen.”
My heart leapt and my clit tingled as Josh waved his friends off. “Don’t wait. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
“Care for a seat Josh … maybe some wine?” adjusting my skirt to appear modest, while undoing a button exposing more curvature of my now heaving breasts.
“Thanks Alice … Sloane ... Don’t mind if I do.”
He squatted, “mmm”, calling attention to the growing bulge between his obviously thick muscular thighs.
Then deftly crossing his legs in yoga-pose, simultaneously providing an even more provocative view while adjusting his genitals.
“What’s your book about? Something stimulating I trust.”
That was all it took. Just couldn’t stand it any longer, as the tension between us erupted.
Scooting forward aggressively, free now from limitations of the seat, I motioned with both hands, “Come here Josh,” as I lay back, spreading my thighs, exposing the red lace V that barely covered my pussy.
He wasted no time, instantly lying beside me, kissing with an open mouth and active tongue action. His left hand inserted into my blouse to further titillate my nipples. “Ohh, yess,” moaning audibly for his benefit.”
Inserting my hand inside his loose fitted shorts, “Ooooh … my God, yes … Josh, your cock is so big and throbbing,” grasped firmly, stroking.
“Ughhhh, mmm, Alice. Fuck! You’re so hot and wet.”
He had abandoned my breasts to stimulate my clit, immediately having inserted two fingers between my swollen lubricated lips to massage my G Spot.
I pulled the blanket over us, while he kissed me, fingered me, fucking my cunt with skills perfected from obvious ‘experience’.
My hand continued to jerk his rigid member, now slippery with pre-Cumm oozing from its slit.
Rutting like wild animals, grunting, groaning, moaning.
“Oh my God, Josh. Yes! Fuck meee”, as we both released our love juices, squirting in total abandon.
“Mmm”, grinning. ‘Amazing … Not likely this will ever happen again’, adjusting my top to make sure my breasts were fully covered.
“Thanks Josh … Exactly what I needed.”
After a few minutes, our breathing now subdued, Josh raised up on his right forearm, and kissed me tenderly.
“Alice … In Wonderland. Hehe ... Such a pleasure,” chuckling.
“Sorry to fuck and run, but I need to catch up with my friends,” and he bolted away.
I lay there in euphoric bliss, still cocooned within the wrap of my blanket and the afterglow of subtle continuing micro-convulsions.
‘Yep. Just what the doctor ordered indeed’ … “Wow! Mmm,” grinning from pure joy as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I had barely walked through the door of my home, Bzzzt … Bzzzt … Bzzzt, my mobile rang. Opening my mouth, ready to speak … only to be cut off.
"Finally … You done?" Sam's voice crackled through the phone, followed by a stifled yawn.
"Yeah, I sent it off to be published several days ago, just after our conversation when you referred me to the Storrs Pond Rec Area.”
“You were right. Beautiful scenery, relaxation, and hot men. All, just as you said ... Mmm, mmm, mmm. Thanks Sam.”
“I also managed the necessary library time to complete my research proposals and submitted them to Professor Knight on time.”
“Of absolutely no use whatsoever though.”
“All of his doctoral candidates met yesterday with Dr. Emilia Clarke, Vice Chancellor of academic affairs. She informed us that Professor Knight had fallen seriously ill and is in critical condition in ICU pulmonary care.”
“We’ve all been transferred to new major professors. I drew Hal Winston in the raffle. According to rumors, he’s the most difficult professor on campus … and a curmudgeonly grump to boot.”
“Hmm,” Sam’s level of attention noticeably shifted into avoidance and deep contemplation, enough so that I stopped … giving her an opportunity to speak.
... Nothing …
‘Something’s going on in that head of hers’. Felt like she might hang up on me right then and there.
But, as she remained, even though silent, I continued my ramble.
“It’s stressing me out, Sam, and I’m a bit panicked … yet excited with anticipation for a worthy challenge.”
“Following Dr. Clarke’s announcement, we all engaged in something of a social … a chance to interact outside of class, get to know each other a bit, and share collegiate horror stories, and such.”
“Uggghh, hmm”, I ignored Sam’s verbalized irritation to continue my ramble.
“No one. I repeat, no one had anything good to say about him, Professor Winston, I mean. There were tales that not one of his candidates got their proposals accepted without drastic and extensive rewrites.”
“Hey! Alice?”
No response.
“It’s nerve-wracking. Yet makes things more challenging ... More exciting, as an accomplished student I mean … ,” nervously grinning ear to ear.
“Where others see only negative, as a bona fide ‘higher education addict’, I see only benefit upon benefit”, chuckling out loud.
"Uggggh … ALICE! Hey! You’re doing it again! You know. That self-involved monologue syndrome thing you do.”
"Oh … I'm so sorry," apologizing, yet not able to get the associated silly grin off my face.
“Hey Sam. Do you know this Hal Winston professor? from before you moved to London?”
“No!” abruptly with elevated voice and no attempt at hiding her agitation.
“I don’t know him! ... Why would you even ask me? I lived on the outskirts of Hanover, and attended Magdalen College of the Liberal Arts, in Warner.”
“Wow! Sam? Why so testy?” I had no idea what I said that triggered her.
“Never mind … It’s probably just gossip anyway.”
“What’s got you all in a huff? Are you Ok?” No response.
‘Something’s not right. She’s never like this’.
"Anyway. Whatever …", Sam ended the conversation abruptly with a highly annoyed tone.
‘I know there’s something she’s not telling me’.
"Stay safe … and keep that obsessive sex drive of yours in check ... Oh, and good luck tomorrow with that new crazy professor."
"Thank you, Sam for the kind wishes. You're the best friend a girl could ask for," blowing visual as well as audible kisses.
***
Samantha Williams, Sam for short. She's been my best friend now for all of three months. Not long at all … But, we just clicked, like we’d known each other our whole lives.
‘So lucky to have met Sam … Absolutely adore her’.
A very private person. Keeps her personal life close-to-the-chest.
What I do know is that she’s a published author, and fellow literary grad student living with her mum in London and studying at Oxford.
She also plays a marvelous devil's advocate in most situations, great suggestions for my books, and also a dedicated listener for personal problems as well.
‘Most importantly, she loves me in spite of my quirks’.
The rest is a mystery! And I’m so looking forward to the day we finally meet … I’d love to know more … but would never think to pry.
"Now then," looking in the mirror I felt a surge of aroused confidence.
I purposefully removed my panties, so no visible lines show through the sheer slinky black dress as it snugs my every curve.
The subtle V-neck revealed a hint of cleavage, just an enhancement, adding sensual allure to my look, without being slutty.
“Yep!” voicing my approval. ‘Showing just enough, “mmm,” leaving the rest to imagination’, as my clit protruded from between swollen labia.
Cascades of burnt auburn hair flowed over my shoulders like a picture frame enhancing flawless porcelain smoothness of my face and breasts.
Turning around, I admired the voluptuous curve of my ass, “mmm, yes.”
My hands traced a silhouette upward, narrowing at the waist and expanding in an hourglass curvature cupping the fullness of my breasts.
The delicate lace detail running up and down the plunging-back-line, verified my braless state, and also added depth to the mystery to my outfit.
My brown eyes smoldered, “mmm”, as I applied a touch of smoky shadow, now appearing even more captivating.
Finally, I fastened a pendant statement-necklace which hung gently atop my collarbones, dangling within the valley between my breasts.
With a smug confident smile, I felt the glowing embers of my sensual and flirtatious desires ignite.
“Yes? … Ready to play!” as a naughty Cheshire Cat mischievous grin spread across my face, “mmm.”