Haven
written by:
Inanna

The moment she walked into my classroom, I knew I was in trouble. She was exactly my type: Long, dark hair, green eyes, slim build yet with curves in all of the right places. I didn't realise just how much trouble at that stage, I just thought that I would struggle with keeping my eyes where they belonged.

It was a small class. I insisted upon that. When the university begged for me to return to teaching, I had made specific demands. I wanted gifted students, intelligent, challenging young men and women who would help keep my mind sharp. The pre-requisites for a place in my lecture room were demanding. I knew I would have no time wasters. In return, my students would get my full attention - I was taking no other subjects. They would also have access to pick my brain, and I had over a decade of experience in the field, and a highly decorated career.

I waited for the small room to fill, and looked over my new class with interest, careful not to pay too much attention to the lovely brunette in the back row. There were 15 students in the class. Once everyone had arrived, I introduced myself.

"Hello apprentices." There was an appreciative murmur from the room. "My name is Michael Cambridge. I'm sure most of you know who I am; otherwise you wouldn't have signed up for this class. As such, I am not going to waste time with the fluffy introductory stuff. This also means that I am not going to make you stand up and give speeches either. I'm sure that we will all get to know each other as time goes on. Let me get right down to it."

And so I did. I lectured for about half an hour, interjecting highly contentious and controversial opinions into the subject matter. I watched all of my students closely, noting the ones who shifted in their seats, looked away, or frowned. I also noticed the ones that lapped up everything I was saying, and took notes like it was gospel. I wanted these youngsters to get a real education, to learn how to really think. Over the next few months I wanted to challenge them.

The only one who didn't react as expected was the attractive brunette up the back. She sat, leaning back in her chair, ankles crossed, with a small half smile on her face. She never took her eyes off me. God, she was appealing. She wasn't the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, nor even the most beautiful in the room, but there was something about her that struck me. I had to concentrate very hard to keep my train of thought.

"Now, I want to open up the floor. I have stated opinions here that I know are not part of the curriculum, and indeed, which do not reflect popular opinion. Did you agree with me? Why? Did you disagree? In what way? And as always...Why?"

It took a few minutes before the first brave souls started to voice their opinions. It wasn't long before others in the room disagreed with them. I sat on the edge of my desk, watching the play of dialogue back and forth. When someone made a good point, I interjected a compliment and asked for their name. I would then challenge that person's point of view directly. I soon knew most of the names of those in the class. Just when the debate was winding down, and I had convinced the majority of the room to join most of my points of view, she opened her mouth.

It was the first time she had said anything all lesson. She had a beautiful voice, with a lovely alto tone for one so young. But it was her words, rather than her voice which got my attention.

"Michael, I believe you are full of shit."

The class collectively gasped and turned around to stare at her. I just grinned appreciatively. Oh, very good. She had a mind to match that face. I could tell from her smile that we both knew exactly what she meant, but I played along for the sake of the class.

"I see, Miss...?" "Haven. My name is Haven." She was still smiling at me with that beautiful mouth, and as she said her name I felt something tighten in my chest. Good Lord. "Well, Haven, I am sure that you have a reason for saying so. May I ask why you think I am full of shit?" "Well sir, it's because I don't believe a single thing you've said. None of the opinions you've expressed are your own. For instance, I don't believe for a moment that you think it is acceptable to strike your wife when she gets out of line." "Oh?" I was standing behind my desk, and I lowered my hands to rest on the surface while I leaned forward dangerously. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I asked, "Not even when she does something very naughty?" For the first time, her smile slipped. I saw her breathing quicken and her mouth drop open in an "o" of surprise. I felt my own pulse increase as a blush spread across her cheeks. Haven managed to recover enough to say, "I don't mean a spanking in the bedroom and neither did you!" I nodded to show her that she was right, and she continued. "You were talking of corporeal punishment for her. I don't think you agree with that at all." She was not smiling now, but very serious. Her green eyes were wide in earnestness, and for the first time I allowed myself to imagine what it would feel like to kiss those lips. I quickly pulled myself out of my little fantasy to question her further. "What makes you think that? After all, I am a 49 year old white male, very confident in my place in the world. I definitely have a demanding side. And if my wife were to do something wrong, why then I would be well within my rights as her superior to teach her her proper place." I almost smiled as I felt a wave of indignation hit me from all of the women in my class, and half of the men too. Haven was shaking her head. "No, see, you're lying. I don't think that because I want to. I think that because it's true. Your body language is at complete odds with what you are saying. In fact, I think the idea of hitting your wife is actually disgusting to you." I was impressed. I thought that she had used reasoning to figure it out, but she was observant too. "What possible reason could I have for lying about such a thing?"

Haven gave me her first real, 10-000watt smile. I felt my knees go weak. God, she was beautiful! How did I not see that before? "I think your reason was to challenge us, to play devil's advocate. I think that you were trying to get us to question our own morals and whether or not they were really our own." I smiled at her. "You are, of course, absolutely correct." Addressing the class now, I apologised for tricking them, and went on to explain what I was expecting from them this semester. Once the shock wore off (some of the debate had been QUITE heated), the students had a laugh. Then our time was up. "Same time next week, class. I want you to think about a topic that is controversial, and pick a side. Next week, you will present your argument. Your classmates will decide if it's your real opinion or not."

I shook hands with many of them as they left the room, looking forward to the next class. Haven was the last to leave. As she approached me, I took a few minutes to take her in more fully. Her face I had already memorised. I allowed my eyes to travel down her willowy body. She had pale skin that looked oh so soft. I noticed a smattering of freckles on her shoulders from the summer sun. She was wearing a white singlet top and a long flowing skirt, and the way she filled out that shirt was very distracting. She had on open-toed sandals and I noticed her toenails were painted turquoise to match her skirt. I appreciated that. It meant that she took care of herself. I briefly wondered how she cared for her pussy. I had no doubt it would be trimmed at the very least. I subconsciously slapped myself to come back to the present.

"Haven, stay a moment." She stopped before me, looking up into my eyes. I could see her curiosity in her expression. As I looked down at her, I noticed that she was wearing lip gloss but no other makeup. She had the cutest dusting of freckles across her nose. "Haven, I just wanted to welcome you personally to my classroom. It's a real pleasure to have a mind like yours here. I was impressed today." She flushed with genuine pleasure and I felt an electric current pass between us. I felt my cock respond to her closeness and her smile, and I had to fight to get myself under control. What was THAT? I wasn't some prepubescent boy with no experience, getting a boner anytime a cute girl walked past! "Thank you, sir. If I may say so, I was so happy to get into this class. I've been looking forward to it all summer." She seemed so reticent, shy almost. It was completely opposite to her behaviour in class today. "Michael, please. I don't like formality in my classrooms. It impedes real discussion and honesty." She blushed again, and I laughed. "You had no problems calling me Michael today, and calling me on my bullshit either!" She looked startled, and then giggled, too. It was a lovely sound. Christ, was I really going to crush on one of my students? "True! Well, thanks for the welcome, Michael. I'd better get to my next class. I'll see you next week!" She stuck her hand out, and surprised, I shook it. She grinned at me, and ran her thumb over my hand in a sensual motion. Then she was gone. Had I imagined that, or did it really happen? Yes, I was in trouble.

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"Michael! Hey, Michael!" I turned around to find an older, attractive woman pushing her way through the crowded corridor towards me. She was waving and smiling. I suddenly put a name to the face. "Catherine? Jesus, Cate, it's been what, twenty years?" I exclaimed as she reached me and pulled me into a bear hug. It was so good to see her. We had been fast friends in college together. "I heard you were joining us here this year! I was so chuffed when I found out. Jeez, Mike, you look fantastic!" "Please. I'm 49. No-one looks fantastic at 49!" I joked. I wasn't having a mid-life crisis - I'd faced that several years ago, much to the amusement of my wife. I knew I looked good for my age, I worked hard at it. I kept fit by swimming and cycling, ate well, and only occasionally indulged in alcohol. But still. I was realistic enough to know that I wasn't a young buck anymore. "Well, you do. You're turning into quite the silver fox! Come, are you busy? Have a drink with me." I let Cate take me by the arm and lead me off the campus grounds. There was a bar just on the corner, and we stepped in and found an empty booth. After the waitress took our drink order, I sat back and took a good look at my old friend. She definitely looked older, as was to be expected. She had lines on her face, her hair was a combination of black and grey, and she'd added a few founds. However she still had her striking blue eyes, and a merry laugh. I had to admit that I still found her attractive.

I knew I was completely safe with her, however. She had been my wing-woman fairly constantly back in the day, except for those times when we both latched onto the same girl. Then it was war. It was funny to think back on it now.

"So Cate, tell me what you've been up to over the past two decades! Did you ever settle down with one woman, or is life still a free-for-all?" I asked in a teasing manner, and was surprised to see pain in her eyes. "Oh geez, Cate, I'm sorry. You OK?" I took her hand across the table and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yeah Mike, I'm OK. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to get all emotional on you. My girlfriend and I just split up last week, so it's been rough. We were together for eight years. Anyway. I don't really want to talk about it now. How about you? I spy a wedding ring!" I was happy enough to let her change the topic. "Yes, happily married to a wonderful woman. Her name is Moira, and we have three kids." I talked about my family for a while, and about juggling both of our careers, kids, and life in general. "So Mike, has this leopard changed his spots?" I gave her a puzzled look. "Do you still play the field or have you really settled down?" I laughed ruefully, and she joined in. "Nope, I am a faithful husband, all these long, long years..." I was still laughing. "I'm kidding really, I haven't found monogamy to be particularly straining on me. I love my wife." "That's so wonderful to hear. But I can scarcely believe it. Mike Cambridge tied down to one woman. Unbelievable. So, no young college girls got your attention today then?"

My traitorous thoughts immediately turned to Haven. I thought of her hair, and what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. I cast my mind back to that afternoon when we shook hands. I wondered what would have happened if I had backed her up to my desk, and pushed her down on it. I imagined sliding that skirt up her legs, exposing her creamy thighs and her panties. I would have knelt between her open thighs and run my nose along her panty-clad pussy, inhaling her musky scent and touching her at the same time. She would have moaned my name and I would have...

I was brought back to the present by the waitress bringing our drinks. I looked up and Cate was watching me with a wicked, knowing look in her eyes.

"uh-huh. Oh yeah, you're a changed man, all right." I think I actually blushed. "Well, since you're married and faithful and all, maybe you could keep an eye out for me." She winked at me. "You'd sleep with a student?" "Not one of mine, no. But gladly with somebody else's!" We both laughed and drifted to other topics, trying to catch up on everything that had happened to each other over the years.

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Parking was an absolute nightmare in this city. I had taken the train in this morning to avoid the chaos, and now was very glad I did. Catching the train home now gave me a chance to think back on the day without having to worry about oncoming traffic. I was really thrilled to find Cate on the teaching staff, it was great to renew our friendship today. We had promised to catch up more frequently now that we were both on the same campus again. But really, Cate only took up a fraction of my thoughts. I found my mind drifting almost automatically to her, to Haven.

To the outside world, I was a man on a train reading a newspaper. Internally, I was making love to my sexy student. Imagining her every curve, what she would taste like, what it would feel like to be inside of her. Damn, but I hadn't been this immediately attracted to anyone in a long time. The newspaper on my lap hid the bulge in my pants as I rode out the fantasy in my mind.

Had I been twenty years younger I would have pursued her avidly. Hell, if I wasn't married I would pursue her now. I reminded myself of all the beautiful young women that I had turned down over the years since marrying Moira, and reassured myself that this would be no different. Besides, it was unlikely that she would even be interested in me. She probably had a boyfriend, and a dozen other college students after her.

I was brought back to the present by arriving at my station, the last on the line. As I walked out into the night air, I tried to think of mundane things to bring my erection back under control. I wanted no sign of it by the time I got home.

I arrived home to the usual madcap mayhem. My eldest son had a group of friends over. Apparently they were going to study together that evening. I had my doubts on that score. They were in the living room with the TV turned right up. My younger son and my daughter were having a fight over something, shouting at each other at the top of their lungs. And my wife, my wife was running around the kitchen, trying not to burn dinner with one hand while she was holding the phone with the other. It sounded like something had gone down at work and she was trying to fix it. I stood in the doorway, torn between laughing out loud and turning around and walking back out. In the end my sense of humour won out.

I mediated the dispute between my youngest kids, turned the TV off and got the gang of young men to set the table for dinner. I then went to the kitchen where my wife was still talking at a frantic pace. I kissed her on the forehead and she smiled briefly at me before delving back into her corporate world. I sighed, and concentrated on stirring the sauce for her, ready to dish up. Everything looked ready, so I served out dinner to the ravening horde of youngsters at the table, took a bowl myself, and sat down to eat.

Later that night, my wife finally came to bed. She was exhausted, but happy enough to snuggle into my arms. She drowsily asked me how my first day of school was, and I told her simply that it was good. She drifted off to sleep moments later. Sleep was a long time coming to me. I was horny as hell, had my wife's warm body next to me, and Haven on my mind.

In the morning, I awoke to find my wife running her fingers up and down the length of my shaft. "Good Morning, sleepyhead" she murmured to me. "Good morning yourself" I replied, still a little groggy from lack of sleep. My cock, however, was fully awake. It felt heavenly to have her touch it so lightly, tracing up the length of it, and then circling my head before traveling back down. I groaned softly. She smiled wickedly at me, and then so quickly I didn't realise what was happening, she jumped up and straddled my hips. In moments she was impaling herself on me, sliding down my cock with ease until I was buried inside of her. I threw my head back against the pillow. This was what I needed. I grabbed her hips with both hands, and then pushed upwards into her. She gasped and let her head fall back, her hands still flat against my chest. It felt so good to be inside her, her pussy warm and wet around my cock. She started moving, pushing herself up off my hips and then back down, taking me deep into her each time. I needed more.

I grabbed her roughly and threw her down onto the bed, positioning myself above her before driving hard and deep into her. I drew back and plunged in again, and again, setting a fast pace. She cried out each time I shoved myself into her and I knew I was only moments away. Her legs were wrapped around me, her hands clawing into my shoulders. I moved my hand between us and quickly found her clit. She gasped in pleasure as I used my thumb to flick back and forth across her clit while not slowing my driving rhythm. I felt her body clench around me as the first waves of her orgasm crashed into her, and then I was lost. I came hard and fast, shooting what seemed like endless streams of cum into her.

When I came to, I was lying on top of her, with my softening cock still inside of her. We were both breathing hard, and covered with sweat. I slowly moved off and out of her, and collapsed beside her on the bed. She rolled over and nuzzled into my shoulder. I was acutely aware that we had not fucked like that in a long time. We had a good sex life, and while our lovemaking was not as frequent as it used to be, it was always enjoyable. But I usually liked to take my time, pleasure and tease us both into a long spiralling climax. Today I could not hold back, I had no control. And I knew why.

"Wow. I mean...wow". Moira didn't seem to mind too much. I smiled at her and leaned in for a kiss. "That was incredible, Mike." "Why thank you ma'am, we aim to please." "Maybe I should hold out on you more often." She was laughing. It took a minute for me to understand. She had been so busy with work over the past few weeks, that we hadn't had sex in well over a fortnight. She thought that's why I had been so aggressive. "Don't you dare" I growled at her and she giggled. I was thankful that she had reached her own conclusions.

In what seemed no time at all, she was up, showered and dressed, and getting the kids ready for school. I sank back into the pillows for a few minutes, tempted to waste the day away. I felt satisfied and happy, and I could have easily fallen back to sleep. Suddenly, my mind conjured up an image of Haven, naked and spent beside me. I imagined spooning around her and falling asleep with her in my arms, my face nestled in her hair. To my utter amazement, my cock twitched and started to stiffen. I could usually go for round two, but not this quickly! Not in years!

I moved my hand down to my growing cock, and felt it slick with a mixture of cum from myself and my wife. I could still smell sex, and as I inhaled the aroma, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started moving it slowly. I was no longer in any rush. This time, I consciously brought the image of Haven to my mind. I wanted her. I imagined her naked body spread out before me, her whimpering in desire for me. In my mind I moved above her on the bed, and started kissing down her neck. She would reach out and hold my cock, exactly like I was doing now, and start stroking it slowly. I imagined that it was her touching me, caressing me, pulling me closer to the edge. She would be looking up at me with that half smile from yesterday, watching as my breathing became heavier, adding more pressure as she felt my growing need. I suddenly had an image of spewing my cum out all over her breasts, and her loving it, and I could not hold on. I came hard and fast, spilling into my own hand.

I lay there, spent. I was breathing hard, still riding the high. It was the first time I had cum for her, but I was sure that it wouldn't be the last. Christ, that was hot. Suddenly the idea of staying in bed all day had even more pleasurable connotations. I could happily stay here and fantasise about her again, and again. I felt a small pang of guilt for Moira, but decided that there was nothing wrong with fantasies. Hell, Moira and I had exchanged them often enough. No, as long as I never actually touched the girl, it should be OK.

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In the end I bit the bullet and got out of bed. I had a hot shower, threw on some clothes and headed out. There was a faculty meeting today at the college, and I had nothing better to do. I hated being at loose ends. I had finished up my last job a few weeks ago, and my next contract didn't start for another few months. I had agreed to go back to teaching out of boredom more than anything else. I found myself whistling as I walked to the train. Nothing like good sex to put a positive spin on the day!

I attended the meeting, it was nothing very exciting. Then a colleague nervously asked for some help researching their latest PhD. It was nice to meet some more of the staff. Cate had a full schedule that day, and after I had helped the new teacher I was at loose ends. I was standing against a pillar, watching the stream of humanity weave past when I saw her. She was a fair distance away but that willowy sway was familiar. She was wearing short, tight cargo shorts today, and a loose flowing blouse. I couldn't keep my eyes off those legs as she walked my way. Why on earth would she ever wear long skirts? Her legs were slim, shapely and just as creamy as I had imagined. I briefly fantasised about what they would feel like wrapped around me.

I was content to watch her, storing up memories of the way she moved to use for my own pleasure later. She had almost passed me by when she suddenly turned her head and spied me. She broke out in that heartbreaking smile and waved at me. I couldn't help but smile and wave back. Haven started threading her way through the crowd towards me, as my heart slowly accelerated.

"Michael." The warm, smiling way she said my name sent tingles down my spine. "I wasn't expecting to see you today, what a nice surprise. What are you doing here on your day off?" She was so lovely. Her green eyes smiled up at me, and I noticed the way the sun shone on her hair. I also noticed the way her hips flared out in those shorts before tapering off into those gorgeous legs. "Haven. Hi." I had to clear my throat. "I had a faculty meeting this morning. You just caught me at a loose end; I was trying to think of something to do." "Well, I was about to go eat lunch on the lawn. You could join me?" I stared at her. "That is, uh, if you wanted to..." her voice faded out towards the end and I realised that she had misinterpreted my silence. God, the thought of her on the grass in the sunlight, spreading those long legs out beside me... Would I be able to resist kissing her? "Haven, that's really nice of you. And I would love to. Truly. But, uh, I think that it might be best if we're not seen to be... well, for lack of a better term, fraternising outside of class." She laughed, and then pouted. "Awww." Then it was my turn to laugh. She looked like a kid who just had their ice-cream taken away. "C'mon, you don't really want to spend your lunch break with this old man, do you? I'm sure you have swarms of admirers who would happily kill me to take my place." Haven wrinkled her nose in the most adorable way. "Yeah, but none of them are very interesting. They're all just trying to get into my pants anyway. Come on, I promise I won't bite, and we can actually have a conversation." It was incredibly tempting. And I felt a little guilty because I knew I could also be classified with her throng of admirers as wanting to get into her pants. I soon cheered up as I reminded myself that I wasn't actually going to do anything about that though. Plus, I found her fascinating. Not just gorgeous, but intelligent, too. Surely it was perfectly safe. And it wouldn't be for long, just her lunch break. I felt myself wavering, and she obviously saw it too. "I promise that you will be perfectly safe with me today. We'll go somewhere where no-one will see us, and I can pick your brain." I nearly growled in lust when I thought about us being alone together. Would that be better, or worse? As I looked down into her hopeful face I realised that I couldn't say no, and I didn't really want to. "OK, OK, you got me." She actually clapped her hands together while she grinned up at me in victory. "I didn't bring any lunch, though..." "That's no problem Michael. We can go off-campus if you like, that way we won't be seen ‘fraternising' either." I had to admit it was a good idea. We agreed to meet at a local deli a few blocks from campus, so she could go stash her books in her locker. I also didn't want others to see us leave together and get the wrong idea.

Ten minutes later we were seated at a booth at the back of the deli away from the windows. It was smarter to be hidden away, but I wasn't sure the relative isolation and the dim lighting was such a good idea. She was playing with the sugar packets and I wondered if she was nervous. I watched as her graceful fingers played over the packets and thought briefly of my fantasy that morning, of those fingers stroking over my cock. I felt myself stiffen, and was devoutly grateful that she couldn't see under the heavy oak table. I struggled to get myself under control, but it was difficult. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her, admiring the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the rise and fall of her breasts when she breathed. I took a deep, calming breath and tried to focus. She looked up at me and smiled, and again I felt my heart rate pick up.

Haven took the initiative and started the conversation, asking how I'd gotten into teaching. We then talked of cases in my career and I told her some of the funnier stories. I found it easy to talk to her, which surprised me. She asked insightful questions, and I opened up to her more and more. We were laughing when the waiter brought our sandwiches over. We ate in silence for a while. I asked her about her studies, and wasn't really surprised when she told me that she was doing a double degree. She talked about some of her favourite classes, and told some pretty funny stories herself. We had a nice, easy rapport, however I couldn't help but notice that there was an undertone, a kind of electrical charge. If I didn't know better I would say that it was a sexual chemistry. I was certainly incredibly attracted to her; maybe that's what it was.

Haven had also ordered a side bowl of olives, and when she finished her sandwich she got into those. I became completely distracted by the way she would pick up an olive in her fingers and bring it to her mouth. She popped it into her mouth slowly, and then chewed thoughtfully, enjoying the food while paying attention to our conversation. After she finished each olive she would unconsciously suck her fingertips clean in a way that made me catch my breath. Did she even realise how sexy she was?

We talked for a while about my family, and then I thought it would be OK to bring up the boyfriend question. I somehow felt enormously jealous and incredibly relieved at the same time when Haven confirmed that she was seeing someone. "Do I know him, is he in my class?" "No, no, he's already graduated. He works for this law firm over on the East side." That surprised me, he must be even smarter than she was! "Really? That's impressive. Very impressive for one so young." She quirked her eyebrows at me, and I realised that I was missing something. "Oh, he's not so young, I guess..." What was she saying? "How old is he?" She finished the last of her olives and sucked on those fingertips before she answered. "He's thirty-eight." Thirty-eight?! I had to struggle not to go into over-protective mode. I didn't know how old Haven was exactly but she had to be in her early to mid-twenties. I had to clear my throat before I could reply. "That's, uh, that is, he's a fair bit older than you, don't you think?" Haven was back to playing with the sugar packets, and didn't answer me immediately. I thought she might get irritated at me for sounding judgmental. She kept her face down, but suddenly looked up at me through her eyelashes. She caught my gaze and held it, and said softly, "I like older men." Our eyes held for a heartbeat, and then she dropped her gaze back to her fingers.

I felt poleaxed. My heart had kicked into overdrive and I had to remind myself to breathe. Holy smokes. The entire mood had shifted, and I suddenly felt very much that this was actually a date. There was no mistaking that look in her eyes as we had stared at each other. She felt it, too. I told myself that was crazy, that I was imagining things, she couldn't possibly want me, and yet... Yet. Here we were. In a shadowy booth together alone, sharing a meal. Sharing our histories. I suddenly replayed all of our past interactions, and realised that the signs had been there all along. Oh yes, I was in big trouble, trouble with a capital T.

I had to fight with every fibre of my being against the impulse to get up, slide into the booth next to her and pull her against me. I wanted to kiss her so badly it was a physical ache. I was fairly certain that I wouldn't be able to resist mauling her if I touched her, so I stayed very firmly on my side. I ran through a litany in my brain, desperately trying to hold onto sanity. "Don't fuck up. You're married. She's taken. You have a family. Don't fuck up. She's a student. You're married. She taken..."

Haven misinterpreted my silence. "Oh god, you're - you're disappointed aren't you? Or maybe you're just disgusted. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything..." She seemed mortified, and couldn't look at me. Her breathing was accelerating and I was worried that I had truly upset her. Without thinking, I reached across the table and took her hands in mine. She still wasn't looking at me. I made my voice as soothing as possible.

"Shhh, no honey, of course I'm not. I was just surprised, and trying to reconcile the thought of such a beautiful young woman with someone so much older than herself. That's all. I'm not your Dad, I won't ever judge you." Her breathing was slowing, but she still wasn't looking at me. I didn't even realise that my fingers were rubbing gently over her hands. Her fingers twitched, and she moved her wrists so that her hands were palm-up against mine. "Haven, what you do or who you choose to be involved with is no-one's business but your own. You should never let anyone else's opinion on what is right influence your own behaviour." She finally looked up at me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

That relief was short-lived as her fingers curled around mine. I realised that we were holding hands. I didn't really want to pull away. I watched her carefully, and could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she processed what I had said. I quickly thought back to what I had said and nearly groaned. I had just been trying to make her feel better, to make her see that I didn't think differently tof her. I hadn't meant to give her tacit permission to...what? Want me?. I tried to think of a way out of this situation and couldn't find one. If she actively pursued me, I didn't think I could resist. I was too drawn to her, too attracted. I wanted her so badly.

Haven smiled softly at me. Her hands felt so small and warm in mine. I realised that we were both breathing a little faster, gazing at each other. I wanted to shake myself out of it, while at the same time I didn't. I was so conflicted I was finding it hard to think.

"What if... what if what I want doesn't match what I think is right?" her voice was breathy, and I had to concentrate very hard to think about what she had said.

Oh.

"Well... that's known as a moral crisis. You can react in two ways. You can resist the temptation. Or you can readjust your moral compass. I guess the third way is to just give in even though you think it's wrong and then feel guilty afterwards."

"Hmmm." She thought for a few minutes while I held my breath. Then, "Didn't Mark Twain say the best way to get rid of a temptation is to give into it?"

I exhaled. "Actually, it was Oscar Wilde."

"Hmmm." We were staring at each other. "Well. Who am I to argue with a literary great?" and she smiled her 10,000 watt smile at me. Just like that, she had declared her intentions. I had no idea how I felt about it. On the one hand I felt triumphant, victorious, and possessive. On the other, I was terrified. I did not want to cheat on my wife. But I could feel my will-power crumbling into dust around me.

She bent her head briefly to glance at her watch then back up at me. "What time do you have to be home?"

The question surprised me, and then I looked down to the end of the store where the windows were. It was getting dark.

"Shit! What time is it? Did you miss any classes?"

"No, I only had a half day today, so my afternoon was free. Perfect, really. It's nearly five o'clock."

"I'd better get going." I looked down at our hands, still joined on the table. Neither of us moved. I looked back up at her, and she smiled while tightening her hold on my fingers. My breathing sped up while I thought once again about kissing her. Then she released my hands. I watched as she gracefully slid out of the booth and stood. I'd forgotten about those short shorts.

I followed suit, turning to walk towards to cash register, when she placed a hand on my arm to stop me. I turned.

"I'll say goodbye to you here, Michael, so we can leave separately. It wouldn't do to be seen together." I nodded, she was right of course. I'd been so distracted by everything that had changed over the past few hours that I'd forgotten how we'd sneaked in here. Then I went completely still as she stepped in closer to me. I felt like the proverbial rabbit caught in the headlights. Haven moved up in front of me, and put her left hand on my right shoulder. Then she stood up on her tip-toes and leaned into me. My entire body was charged with awareness. I felt every single place where we touched and I burned. To my surprise, she simply brushed her lips against my cheek before pulling away. Before I could move, before I could drag breath into my lungs, she turned and walked away.

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The next few months were exquisite torment. We all settled into a routine. I had some really gifted students in my class, and I thoroughly enjoyed teaching them. So much so, that I was considering staying on as a lecturer at the university. Probably not full-time, but definitely in some capacity. My home life was still crazy. Loving, but hectic. And once a week, I snuck into that deli to have lunch with Haven. Nothing improper, mind you, just lunch. We never crossed any lines. However, I had come to look forward to these few hours as more than just a meal and a chance to stock the fantasy bank. Haven had become just that, a haven from the real world. We sat across from each other and talked of everything under the sun. She stimulated me and soothed me, at the same time. I realised fairly early on that I was developing feelings for her that went beyond lust, but who could blame me?

Of course, the lust was most definitely still there. I jerked off most mornings, even after Moira and I had made love. I hadn't had an appetite like this in years. I sometimes wondered about actually for real having Haven. Not just fantasy Haven, but actually holding her in my arms and pouring my seed into her. Would it diminish the lust? Or make it worse? I didn't want to know the answer. So it was hands off. Just a meeting of the minds. And every time I saw her, I tried not to think about how many times I had imagined her naked, fantasied about how sweet she would taste cumming on my tongue, and how she would feel wrapped around me. So I knew it was an absolute mistake to see her alone, in a private place. And I pretty much succeeded with that. Until that evening in June.

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She popped her head into the room and gently rapped on the door frame. I smiled at her, and got up to let her in. "Haven, hi." "Michael." She was smiling at me. We shared a brief, one-armed hug as she kissed me on the cheek. I motioned for her to sit, and I closed the door behind her. I debated locking the door, but thought it best not to offer myself the extra temptation. I had been mentally preparing myself for this meeting for the past few weeks. In fact, I knew that when I offered all of my class a one-on-one session to review their assessment with me that I would have to deal with this very situation. Given the underlying tension between the two of us, I had not been at all surprised that she had chosen the latest time slot that I had offered. As I walked back to sit behind my desk I tacitly ogled her. I sighed - she had not made it easy on me. She looked lovely. Haven was wearing a knee-length skirt, and a sleeveless blouse. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders and over her breasts. I had to admit that it probably wouldn't matter if she was wearing a sack. "I've read your assessment that you sent through to me. I'm very impressed." Her warm smile could light up the city. "Thank you. Coming from you, that means a lot to me." "There were a few points that I wanted to clarify with you, if you would like my expertise?" "Michael, I thought that was why I was here." Her smile had definitely turned into a wicked grin. I laughed, having to admit that we both knew why she had really come tonight. My problem was what I was planning to do about it. Over the past few months we had played a delicate dance, each of us aware of the attraction between us. Haven's pursuit of me had been subtle, almost gentle. She hadn't come right out and made any moves, but had let me know in her own intelligent way that she was available if I wanted her. And I wanted her. Very much. We both knew that she could have had me any time she wanted to simply by kissing me. I would have succumbed. Much as that lack of will power was galling to me, it was true. I was holding onto sanity by my fingertips. I was reading between the lines, but I was fairly certain that she wanted me to come to her of my own volition. She had certainly been teasing and tempting me, but there was no coercion. If I was going to do this, it had to be a conscious decision. It showed an amount of respect for me that was touching.

We spent some time discussing her assessment. Really, it only needed a few touches, she had covered most of the pertinent points already. It wasn't long before the conversation drifted off topic and we were sparring back and forth over a subject brought up in class the previous day. I loved debating with her, her mind was sharp and we both had fun trying to draw each other out.

I stood and walked to the sideboard. "You're trying to trip me up, but it won't work!" I opened the cupboard and took out a decanter and two glasses. "Would you like a drink?" "Please." I poured the drinks and turned to give one to her, only to find that she was now standing behind me. I handed her the glass and she sipped, her eyes unreadable as she watched me. I took a swallow of my own and welcomed the slow burn in my throat. The atmosphere had changed, becoming charged, electric. I heard the far off buzz of a vacuum cleaner somewhere in the building, the ticking of the clock on the wall. Seconds dragged by. I tried to fill the silence. "So, what topic are we going to duel on next?" "Hmmmm." Haven was cradling the glass in her hand. I watched, fascinated as she raised the glass to her lips and tipped her head back, allowing the amber liquid to pour down her throat. I was wound so tight, on edge after months of fantasising and flirting, that this simple act was enough to set me alight. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from hauling her into my arms. Haven finished her drink, and turned her gaze back to me. I nearly groaned aloud when she licked her lips. "That's very good scotch, Michael." "Thanks. You want some more?" "No, thank you. I need to keep my wits about me if we are to 'duel' again." I took a much needed swallow of my drink, aware that I was losing my own battle. "Well, Michael, I can think of a few topics. I was going to bring this one up yesterday in class, but thought it would be more fun if we just debated it ourselves." Her voice was still smoky from the scotch, and she kept playing with her empty glass. I knocked back the remains of my drink and put it down on the sideboard. "You've certainly got my attention, Haven." God, that was the truth. "What are you going to argue?" The smile she gave me should have been illegal. Naughty was probably the best word for it, although illicit also came to mind. "Michael, I think that it is totally unacceptable for a professor to sleep with his student." My mouth popped open in utter surprise, if it had been possible I'm sure my jaw would have landed on the floor. I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "Really?" that was honestly the best I could come up with in that moment. "Absolutely." I knew that she didn't really mean it. Where was she going with this? "Even if it's consensual?" Haven put her empty glass down on my desk with a click. "Even then." She walked towards me and stood just inches away from me, leaning against the sideboard next to me. I turned to face her. "Even if she really wants him to?" She nodded once, her eyes never leaving mine. I slowly raised my hand to her face, and using only the tip of my index finger traced a line down her cheek and under her chin. She closed her eyes at my touch and I could feel the tension in her. My voice was husky as I said, "even if she's aching for him to make love to her?" I heard her gasp, saw her breasts rise as she drew in a sharp breath. My finger was still under her chin. I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, as her eyelids fluttered open to gaze at me. My control broke. My springs had been coiled so tightly I could almost hear them snap as I lowered my head and kissed her. At first I just brushed my lips over hers, barely touching. My hand moved from her chin along her jaw and then into her hair, as I started to really kiss her. Within moments her arms were twined around my neck and she was kissing me back. I was lost. Her body was pressed eagerly against mine, her hands in my hair, while our kisses became more and more passionate. When I pushed my tongue into her mouth she moaned and that was my undoing. I had to have her, right then and there, fuck the consequences. I stopped caring about finesse, and pleasure, and slow building tension. I stopped caring about anything but being inside of her, fucking her right that instant. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, holding her close against my body. I groaned into her mouth as I felt my cock press into her. Her hands were exploring, travelling down my back and then back up to my shoulders. When her hands moved back down, they tugged my shirt out of my trousers and then slipped up under my shirt to touch my bare back. I felt like I was losing my mind as I started running my hands down over her body, over those curves that had been tempting me for months. She felt so good, but I had lost all control. I didn't have time to explore right now. Plenty of time later. I grabbed her roughly and pushed her backwards against the sideboard. I lowered my hands to the backs of her thighs and lifted her, settling her on top of the sideboard. Some part of my brain registered that it was just the right height. The rest of me just concentrated on devouring her. Haven didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She wriggled close to the edge, her knees on either side of my hips, still kissing me like her life depended on it. Her skirt had ridden half way up her thighs from her knees being spread wide. I put one hand on her lower back holding her in place while my other hand pushed her skirt up the rest of the way so it pooled around her hips. I shoved aside the material of her panties and touched her pussy. We both groaned deeply as I found her centre. She was so hot, so wet, so ready. I pushed a finger deep inside of her and her head fell back, breaking our kiss. I quickly moved my lips to her throat, and pulled my finger all the way out again. She whimpered and I felt her tremble in my arms. No, not now. Later. I needed to be inside that wet heat so badly I couldn't even think. All I could focus on at that moment was plunging myself into her as hard as I could. I moved my hand to my trousers to undo them. I was in such a hurry that I fumbled with the button several times, and nearly screamed in frustration. I finally got it undone and was unzipping my fly when there was a knock on the door.

We both froze, the proverbial deer in the headlights. "Mr. Michael?" I groaned. It was Sophia, the cleaning lady. "Mr. Michael, are you still in there?" "Yes, Sophia, I'm still here." The interviews with my students over the past few days had me staying back each night. Sophia didn't like to vacuum the office while I was still there. I sighed and reluctantly moved away from Haven. She looked a sight, spread out on my sideboard, still breathing heavily. I extended my hand to help her down, then turned to the door. Thankfully we were both still fully clothed. I opened the door. "Sophia, sorry I seem to have lost track of the time. I'll be out of here in five minutes, OK?" "OK, Mr. Michael" she beamed at me. "So sorry to disturb you, this is my last room." "No problems, Sophia." I closed the door, and briefly leant my head against it. I slowly turned around to face Haven. She was sitting in one of the chairs, staring at me. I took a deep breath and crossed the room to her. I grabbed my chair from the other side of the desk and wheeled it to where she was sitting. I took her hands in mine as I sat facing her, and bowed my head. "Haven, I am so sorry. Thank god she interrupted us." I was so appalled by my behaviour, I could barely look at her. I forced myself to meet her gaze, and was horrified when I saw how pale she was. "Interrupted me." I corrected. "I can't believe I nearly did that... I... I can't apologise enough." She looked like I had slapped her, and I was aghast to see tears spill out over her cheeks. I went to my knees in front of her. "Oh, baby, please don't cry, I'm so sorry..." "I thought - I thought you wanted me. I thought you'd finally decided..." "Oh sweetheart, no, no, no you've got it all wrong. I'm not sorry that I kissed you. Not at all. I'm sorry I nearly mauled you! Sorry I nearly took you in that selfish way..." As I spoke the words I knew them to be true. I wasn't sorry I had kissed her. I had finally made my decision. "Haven, I want to make love to you. For hours. I want to pleasure you to your limits. I want to make you come over and over again. I don't want our first time to be a hard and fast ride, I want to explore every inch of you. I just.... I've just wanted you so much that I lost control. Can you forgive me?" Haven was staring at me, she looked like she had forgotten to breathe. I was about to say something when she suddenly sunk onto the floor with me and wrapped her arms around me. I held her for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of her in my arms. I still wanted her badly, but I kept a firm leash on my control. I turned my head and kissed her hair, and she nuzzled into my neck. Finally she tilted her face up to me and I kissed her softly. "Are you sure about this, Michael?" "Yes." She lifted her hand to my face, and smiled at me. I smiled back. "I didn't mind being mauled, you know." "I'm figuring that out. But you would have if it had been over after two minutes." She laughed a throaty laugh, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "I was planning on studying, why, what do you have in mind?" "Would you be OK with ditching and spending the day with me?" "Mmmhmmm. Where?" "I keep an apartment in the city, from when I still worked in town and had a late night at the office. Would you meet me there in the morning?" "Well now, that depends. What are you planning on doing with me?" She was rubbing her face back and forth along my jaw, and I was finding it hard to concentrate. "I'm planning on pleasuring you. Relentlessly." Her breath hitched, and I could almost feel her pulse pick up. "I'm planning on making you mine." I turned my face and kissed her again, sliding my lips over hers in a slow glide. "Say yes." Her eyes fluttered open and glowed up at me. "Yes."