Gender: Female Age: 20 Location: N/A
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Miss Emma Rose
I scrunched my nose at the heavy textbook I pulled from the cheap plastic bag. “Jesus Emma,” My roommate Katie snorted as she caught a glimpse of the thickly bound book. “I told you that you should have just taken a history course instead.”
We both had the same Arts major, but instead of having the same elective as her, I chose to go with something a little more challenging, German. After flipping through the textbook I was starting to think I might have taken on a bit more than I could handle.
Katie’s annoying little jab was rattling the last of my nerves. We both had our electives in an hour and I was still panicking about the content. It seemed the professor was trying to cover a huge amount for the small semester that we had. I had picked up a bit of the language from my fluent and friendly neighbor, but that was years ago.
I shoved the textbook into my backpack and went to inspect myself in the mirror before we left. I fiddled with my hair for a moment, it was a bit past my shoulders all chestnut and curls and at that moment it was a bit wild looking. I tuned sideways to inspect my outfit, a plain pair of jeans and a nice red blouse. I readjusted my bra to make my B breasts appear a bit more full .I had just noticed that my blouse had a bit of lint sticking to it. I picked a bit of it off before I heard Katie kick the door. “We don’t have time for all that!”
“All of what?” I impatiently hollered through the door as I continued picking off bits of lint on the hem of my shirt.
“Your freak out session, you are going to be fine Emma, I am just giving you a hard time.” She said, her voice softening a bit. “You are a top student, you know that.”
I sighed as I gazed at my own reflection; a pair of nervous brown eyes peered back. “Alright,” I said, defeated. “Let’s go then.”
Glengall building, where my class was being held, was only a short walk away from residence commons so Katie and I quickly parted. It was a part of the old side of campus where most of the buildings were originally built when the university was first established. I weaved in and out of the first day of class buzz as I navigated my way to my classroom. I was only five minutes early but there was no sign of the professor. Unfortunately the class was relatively full so I was stuck sitting in the front row along with a couple of other stragglers.
As I took my seat a man in his early forties rolled a covered trolley in. He had a shag of graying dirty blond hair that came down to his ears and a full beard that had silver whiskers along with his natural color. He would have easily towered over my 5’6 height and he was wearing brown trousers with a corduroy blazer over a white dress shirt. He had an impressive body for a man his age, he was toned, but not to muscular. I had a suspicion that if he took off his shirt there would be a hard stomach underneath. With a little kick the door closed behind him and he straightened his burgundy tie as he flashed a brilliant smile while surveying his class.
He wrote ‘Dr. Nikolas Kirsch’ in chalk across the blackboard and German 101 beneath it. “Do you know what I wish for you to take with you when you leave here at the end of this semester?” His accent was subtle; I wondered how long ago he had learned English because he was very good at speaking it. No one in the class said anything, there were twenty-some students and we all suspected it to be a rhetorical question. Well, it wasn’t.
His eyebrows arched as he eyes his class, his inquisitive blue eyes settled on me. “Why don’t you give it a shot Miss…”
“Rose,” His deepening look cause my name to sound like a squeak, I cleared my throat. “Emma Rose.”
“Well Miss Emma Rose, what are your thoughts?” He playfully questioned.
“I-I suppose you want us to have a grasp on beginners German,” I tentatively answered, it seemed he wanted more though. “And perhaps an understanding of the German culture?”
His playful smile grew and to my dismay my cheeks flushed. “You are absolutely correct Miss Emma Rose! I want this class to not just speak the language, live it with me! Which is why a portion of this class will consist of test, quizzes and such on the language and a portion will be on our adventures. I have a calendar posted on the bulletin board outside of our class which shows you of our scheduled outings, some of which will happen outside of class.”
I heard some of my classmates shift uncomfortably in their seats, and even someone make a groan. If Dr. Kirsch heard, he didn’t let it show. “Now I know that most of you also have evening jobs so I only require you to come to five of the eight outside activities, but for that I require a bit of extra homework on your part. I am wishing to submerge you in the German culture and what better place to start than with the music.” He tore the cover off of the trolley to reveal it full of CD’s. “It’s all here, from Rammstein to Mozart. And because of Emma’s daring to be the first to answer one of my questions, I will let her have first pick of the lot before I turn it over to the rest of you at the end of class.”
He gave me an eager smile, “Come on, don’t be shy.”
But I was. Something about him made me feel like a blithering mess. It could have been his expressive eyes or maybe the gesture of him running his hand through his hair as I hesitantly walked up to the trolley. I haven’t heard of most of the musicians on there and I quickly surveyed the trolley for anything I recognized. Where was the Mozart he talked about? After realizing I had been up there for a moment too long I quickly picked up my next safest choice, a classical album titled ‘Bach: Partitas and Sonatas for Violin’ and rushed back to my seat.
“Hmm, that is quite an interesting choice Miss Emma Rose.” Dr. Kirsch commented.
“I play Violin.” I managed to squeak out as my cheeks grew hot under his gaze.
“Ah, a musician, wonderbar!” He gave me a wink and I practically melted. “Now if you all can open your textbooks to chapter one.”
After the long first lesson, which proved that focusing on my work and not on Dr. Kirsch would be more difficult then I though, I escaped to look at the events calendar for the semester. I managed to beat the rush to the bulletin board to see that the first ‘adventure’ we were going on was on the first night of the Fall Festival party that residence held every year. I sighed heavily, I had been looking forward to it, but apparently I would be going to a formal dinner at the German club instead. I contemplated skipping out of it since I didn’t need to go on all of them, but I thought that it wouldn’t show very good initiative if I skipped out on the first one.
The next couple weeks went smoothly enough, as much as it could have with me growing hotter with every wink and grin that Dr. Kirsch threw the class. I was starting to grow use to his playful nature and my face stopped growing crimson with every glace he passed my way. I actually managed to give my speech informing the class about my musical choice without squeaking out words, Dr. Kirsch actually seemed impressed. By the time the German Club Dinner rolled around I was actually beginning to feel that I didn’t make the wrong choice in picking my class. That is until I showed up to the dinner.
Since it was formal I picked out a soft pink knee length dress with quarter sleeves made of lace, but to be honest, I picked it because it lifted the girls out in a pleasing way. I had tall white heels and a small white clutch with me, when I walked into the club I almost dropped it. A rather large table was set aside for us, but it seemed I was the first to arrive. The hostess smiled politely as she seated me but I could tell she was thinking the same thing I had been, the reservations were for six, which was five minutes away, and I was the only one who showed. I managed to get stood up by my entire class.
I threw a sigh as I took my seat, maybe everyone else would be fashionably late.
I surveyed the glittering restaurant. There were couples scattered about the room, all in ties and dresses. The walls had German artwork hanging on them, few I recognized. Behind me was a shelf full of beer steins. I twisted in my seat to get a better look at all the colors and shapes.
His voice made me jump. “They are all handmade in Germany.” When I turned Dr. Kirsch laughed under his breath, “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No harm done,” I quietly said as he sat opposite me. “It looks like we are the first ones here.”
“It would appear that way, I hope that the others come, it seems I schedule our little dinner on the night of the Fall Festival,” He flicked the cloth napkin on his lap and gave me a little shake of his head. “Silly me.”
I noticed that he was dressed more formally than he normally would have been; he had a sleek black coat on that contrasted his eyes beautifully. I tried not to stare as he ordered wine for the table. “I think a bottle of red would be good to start, “He said to the waitress, “We don’t know if we will be the only ones in our party quite yet.”
A flush rose to the cheeks of the waitress as she nodded, I felt a sudden ping of jealously rush through me. I shouldn’t have been jealous. She was pretty though, and closer to his age than my 22 years were. But he was my professor, and I shouldn’t have been having those thoughts about him.
“So,” He said as the waitress rushed off to retrieve the wine. “How are your other studies, Miss Emma Rose?”
The way my name rolled of his tongue bothered me in a way that no man had been able to accomplish before. I managed to give him a slight smile, “Well Dr. Kirsch—“
“Please, call me Nikolas.”
“Nikolas—I am doing my Bachelor of Arts, and the rest of my classes seem to be going pretty well.”
Nikolas grinned. “For some reason I always suspected you would be an Arts student, you have that wide-eyed romantic quality that they all seem to share.”
The wine came fairly quickly and I took an eager gulp to dissolve my nerves. “I didn’t realize that we were so easily placed.”
He shrugged. “I am often times wrong with these things, but even more so right.”
A restaurant employee, who was dressed too sharply to be a waiter came to our table and addressed us in German. The conversation was very short and he left when Nikolas nodded.
“It seems that they are having quite the busy night,” Nikolas relayed the information to me. “Since I believe most of our party isn’t coming, I’ve agreed to be seated at a smaller table. He stood with his glass in hand. “You don’t mind do you?”
“No, of course not. “ I picked up my clutch along with my wine glass and we followed the waitress to a cozy booth that sat about four on each side of the table. Once again Nikolas sat across from me.
Even though no one else from the class showed up I think we drank enough for four of us. Even after we had our meals my head was still swimming. I was caught up in everything he had to offer, the sound of his laugh, the color of his eyes, the taste of his country’s food and most of all their wine. The conversation he offered was never dull but I suspected that was a reflection of him.
We knew we were cut off when our waitress asked us if she wanted her to call a cab. “What do you say, “Nikolas playfully questioned. “Do you want to split a taxi?”
“Of course,” I said as I rested my hands on my hot cheeks. “But I think I need some air first.”
He threw down some money on the table before I could reach for my clutch. “Let’s go stand outside then.”
“Oh, let me pay for half.” I said as I stared at the large sum on the table.
He passed me a sly smile as he shoved on his coat. “How about you pay for the taxi.”
I grinned as his little drunken wobble. “Sounds like a deal.”
It was cooler outside than I remembered, but my face was hot from the wine so it was refreshing. The club had their music playing outside as well, except it was easier to hear out there. I recognized the song they were playing. “That song is from the album you gave me on the first day.” I told him. “I am trying to learn it but I haven’t gotten it quite right yet.”
“Do you play any other instruments?”
“Piano, cello and the clarinet,” I smiled broadly at his raised brow. “My mother was a music teacher; she always said that music was the key to a person’s soul.”
His deep blue eyes softened at this and he stole a moment to glance me over. If he hadn’t had been drinking then it might have been more subtle, but it was plain to see that he was taking in every curve of my body. Yet my only response was a flirtatious “What?”
He shook his head as our taxi pulled up. “You are a very old soul Miss Emma Rose.”
There is was again, that alluring way he said my full name. It made me weak at the knees. He opened the car door and flashed me a brilliant smile. “After you?”
The cab was small and smelled faintly of cigarettes and air freshener. When Nikolas got in he continued with our conversation. “I have quite the wide classical collection, would you care to come see it?”
For a moment I was caught off guard, but I quickly regained my composure. “Sure.”
We continued speaking about music but I could hardly keep my thoughts on the conversation. I don’t know why I was so flustered though, he was taking me to his house and showing me his collection as his student, it would be foolish to think otherwise. I was far too immature for a man with his broadened mind.
His house was located in the old part of the city. It was the kind you would dream to live in, but I heard the maintenance on them was tedious. That being said it was cozy, and elegant. I paid the taxi driver and turned to follow a smiling Nikolas up the drive. “I bought this house when I moved from Germany four years ago. I had my mind set on a modern apartment but when the old charm of this place caught my eye, I just couldn’t say no.”
We stepped into a small foyer where I he hung up his coat. It led into a quaint living room that had a small fireplace opposite shelves of books. Nikolas gently touched my shoulder and a shiver ran through me as he passed. “If you will follow me to my office.”
His office was of modest size, but it was extraordinary in showmanship. Opposite from the door was a big mahogany desk with a leather office chair behind it and two leather back chairs in front. On either side of the desk there were tall bookcases full of records and CD’s covering every inch of space. A stand with a record player and stereo sat within easy reach behind his desk.
Nikolas flicked on the lamp on his desk and suddenly all of the lights in the house flickered off. “That would be the old breaker in this house, give me a moment.”
My eyes lingered on him walking down the hall. I made a mental note to watch him walk away more often as I turned back to his collection of music. He had stuff from rock and roll to classic and everything in-between. While I was inspecting his extensive collection the lamp beside his desk flickered on. A lot of his music was in German and most of it I didn’t recognize, but I was more than impressed. I picked up a familiar record from the shelf and blew the bit of dust off it.
A shiver ran up my spine and I turned to see Nikolas watching me from the doorway. He had his arms crossed but there was a smile playing at his lips. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to be so nosy” I said as I put the record back.
He waved off my apology as he joined me at my side. “No need for that, I invited you here to see my collection.”
A slight pang of disappointment washed over me. Even though I knew it was stupid to think so, I had hoped he had invited me over for something more. Maybe it was the wine or maybe I felt it all along, but I didn’t want him to be my professor. I wanted something more, now whether that something was having him devour me between the sheets or something else, I didn’t know.
My nerves and the bottle of wine gave me a sudden need to keep talking. “My Mom had that record,” I casually rested my arm on the shelf and turned towards him, he did the same. “She used to play it on Sundays after a visit to the park.”
Nikolas regarded me with such deep thought that I couldn’t help but ask that stereotypical question that young women in want of affection usually asked. “What are you thinking about? You look like I just told you one of my deepest secrets.”
“I was thinking about how I want you to drop my class,” His eyes swam over me as I held back my shock. Drop his class? I was one of his top students! Where did I go wrong tonight? “So I could kiss you I mean. You are a good student, a great student, don’t get me wrong. I would just rather kiss you…” He trailed off his ramble lamely. It was the first time I had ever seen him look so unsure of himself. “Listen to me, I’m sorry if—“
His apology was cut short as I leaned in and planted a soft kiss to silence him. I did it before I could stop to think about what I was doing and at first when he hesitated my mind screamed “EMMA YOU IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
But when he kissed me back, any hesitant thought left my mind. It started out soft and gentle but when my tongue flicked his lips and he opened them for me, things became more passionate. My hands raked trough his shaggy hair as I pressed myself against his chest. He explored my body with one hand as his other intertwined with my curls.
Nikolas kissed me almost hungrily as he pressed me up against the bookshelf. I could feel my panties starting to get wet as he grinded against me. It was easy to feel through his pants that he was getting excited. I stripped him of his jacked and began to fumble with the buttons as he kissed my neck. A gasp filled the room as he lightly bit my earlobe. As he unzipped my dress I got the last of his buttons undone and tore off his shirt. In one swift motion he slipped my dress from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I kicked off my heels as I stepped out of it. Suddenly found myself standing in front of my professor in only a pair of lacy panties.
A hooked finger shed me of my last article of clothing as I loosened his pants off his hips. He broke a kiss when my panties hit the floor and his dramatic blue eyes slid over my body in a ravenous way, he reached up and tweaked one of my small nipples, a smile played on his lips as I bit my lip. All of a sudden his mouth was trailing over one of my nipples. I laced my hands in his hair as I silently begged him not to stop. His beard hair tickled as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I let out a small giggle.
Nikolas’s eyes found mine and he gave me a questioning, almost hurt, look. “You’re beard tickles,” I said as I traced his lips with my thumb, “I like it.”
Nikolas chuckled a bit as he took my other nipple in his mouth. He playfully flicked my nipple with his tongue as he massaged my other breast. Shudders wracked my body every time he lightly bit my sensitive nipple. I was soaking wet, all I wanted was for him to fuck me. But instead I pulled him up and gave him a quick kiss as I roughly turned him around so he was pressed against the bookshelves. I knelt in front of him and ran a hand down the trail of hair leading to his boxers. His eyes were wide as he looked down on me as if he didn’t know if he should believe what he was seeing. I gave him a sly smile as I stroked his cock through his boxers. A sharp intake of breath was heard as I pulled his boxers around his ankles. He kicked them off without a second thought.
For a moment I marveled at the sight of his erect cock. It was standing proud at what I guessed was eight inches. It was the kind of dick that just begged to be in someone’s mouth. I looked up into his eyes as I circled his head with my tongue. The anticipation was making him quietly whimper. When I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could he threw his head back and moaned loudly. Nikolas held my hair out of his was as he watched me continue to work his throbbing member. I lapped at his pre-cum as I cupped his balls. Nikolas was making tiny moans above me as I swirled the head of his cock in my mouth.
“Oh god,” He moaned loudly, “Emma, please don’t stop.”
I don’t think I would have been able to stop if he wanted me to. I sucked his throbbing dick like a starving sex slave, and I loved every minute of it.
His blue yes peered down at me from heavy lids and in the moment of extreme pleasure he went back to his native tongue “Bitte stoppen Sie nicht.” He chanted it like a mantra.
“Oh, Emma, stop, I’m going to cum.” He whined as the grip on my hair tightened. But like I said, I couldn’t stop, I wanted it too badly.
I paused sucking him off for a moment. “I want you to cum in my mouth?”
It was asked like a question but any reply was cut short as I continued on with his cock and he groaned loudly.
I worked his shaft with one hand as I flicked my tongue over his head. The grip on my hair tightened a bit more. His knees shook slightly and he moaned loudly as he fired out hot globs of cum in my mouth. I managed to swallow most of it, the rest I hungrily licked up.
He leaned back on the bookcase for a moment to catch his breath as I cleaned the cum off his cock. He looked down at me just as I was licking the last of his jizz off my lips. Without a word he lifted me up into his arms so my legs were wrapped around his midsection and kissed me. His hands ran up and down my back as I eagerly matched his dominant kisses. Nikolas moved me to the desk and after knocking a few stuff to the ground he set me on top of it. Our kiss was broken as his tongue trailed down my chest and across my belly, he stopped at my pussy. “Clean shaven, I like that,” He said as he gazed up into my eyes, I suspected he was teasing me. “It makes it easier to tickle you with my beard.”
The laugh I had turned into a gasp as he licked up my slit. “Mmm, you are so wet Miss Emma Rose.”
I moaned as my named rolled off his tongue, he smiled back up at me. “Do you like it when I tease you?”
I bit my lip and gave him a little nod. “But please, I need you to touch me.”
With a smile he spread my lips apart and sucked my clit in his mouth. I nearly came right there and then. My legs shook as his expert tongue brushed along my clit and he lapped the juices from my hot cunt. I was moaning constantly, I have never had someone eat my pussy as feverishly as he was and I loved every minute of it. I grinded my hips back against his mouth as I panted. When he flicked my engorged clit I squirmed on his desk. I felt my orgasm in my stomach as my legs shook more.
“Oh my god,” I pleaded as I arched off the desk. “More, more, please, I’m going to cum!”
He took this as an invitation to pump two fingers in and out of my hot cunt as he sucked my clit, but that was the breaking point for me. With a cry I exploded and bucked up against his fingers and greedy tongue. He stood up as I took a few shuddering breaths. I could see that his cock was standing tall again. “I need you inside of me,” I told him as I sat up. “Now.”
A mischievous grin spread across his face as he picked me up. Nikolas walked a couple steps before placing me on the carpeted floor. “If that’s what you want.”
He angled his cock against my pussy lips but instead of entering me, he played up the anticipation by sliding his cock up and down my slit. I impatiently moaned at his teasing. Nikolas bit his lip as he slowly entered me, I could not help but utter a soft groan. He took his hand off his cock and placed it by my head as he slipped inside me inch by inch. My body opened up to his large throbbing member but I still winced slightly at the sudden intrusion. He took this as a sign to slow down a bit.
His hand cupped my face and he drew himself down to plant heavenly kisses. My hands ran down the toned muscles on his back as his tongue explored my mouth. Soon I was pressing myself towards him, my body begging for more of his cock. He obliged by burying it all in me. I stifled a scream of ecstasy into his collarbone as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, creating a rhythm. I matched his long thrusts so his pelvic bone grinded against my clit. Hot breath crept over my neck as Nikolas buried his face in my hair, with every other thrust a small whimper would escape him. I had my hands twined in his hair as I arched towards him. My legs began to shake as a familiar feeling unfolded in the pit of my stomach. This time, however, I didn’t have a chance to warn him. Nails dug into his skin as my uneven breath became more frenzied. I grabbed his ass cheeks as I matched his thrusts, ensuring that he was as deep as he could get. My pussy tightened on his cock as I shook.
“Oh sheisse,” He panted. “You get so tight when you cum.”
A shuddered gasp was my reply as he picked up his pace. I never thought that I would be able to cum again but after his pelvic bone began its frantic grind against my clit, I found myself near the brink once more. He buried me to the hilt with every thrust. My breasts bounced with each slap of skin and I moaned loudly. Nikolas was turning me wild as he unknowingly held me at the edge. Without warning I bit my lip hard and stifled a scream as my pussy tightened and I came again. This time Nikolas last two thrusts after my pussy gripped his cock and he groaned loudly as he shuddered. Hot cum shot into my wanting pussy. He whimpered as he collapsed in my arms. Unsteady breath played against my chest.
When Nikolas rolled off of me I cuddled up to his chest and rested my head on his arms. “I hope this doesn’t affect my grade.”
“Miss Emma Rose,” He said in-between pants. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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