After seeing his parents' married life fall, Ben couldn't focus on his college anymore. He dropped out but due to the persuasion of his father he got himself admitted to a different college, far away from his jinxed mother or nearly absent father.
Ben had always been a quiet observer, sharp-eyed, slow to speak, but thoughtful in a way that made people trust him. He carried himself with a calm confidence, which stood out in a room full of college students. He isolated himself with books with a close circle of friends, consisting of twin siblings Maria and John, along with Tom, who was the captain of the college soccer team.
Ben's quiet behavior caught the eyes of Professor Clara Monroe. He looked promising, gentle and rare.
At first, it was just the way he acted in his class. He looked dull but had great knowledge in him. Scored good and enjoyed books with clinical precision. Then his helping nature. Always positive and kind hearted.
Ben had also noticed her and had long been having a crush on her. Voluntarily taking her classes, becoming the class monitor. With each day passed away, he was more and more attracted to her. He could feel his wood aching at the mere sight of her. At home he would jerk off to her, pretending her to be his partner.
His lust was getting beyond control and he couldn't contain it anymore. Or perhaps he didn't want to. One evening, Ben stayed after class under the pretense of clarifying an essay prompt. The classroom had emptied, and dusk had turned the windows a smoky gray.
"You need anything," Clara asked, leaning back against her desk.
Ben looked at her with something unreadable in his eyes. "Yes, I need you, ma'am."
She exhaled softly, unsure whether it was from surprise or something deeper.
The tension between them had simmered for weeks. Nothing spoken, nothing acted upon—but it was there in every stolen glance, every delayed goodbye.
That evening, the conversation bled through the covers of silence. He stood closer than usual. Her pulse quickened. When he leaned against her face, she didn't pull away, she wanted to, but she too couldn't resist her feelings anymore. She noticed him from the start and wanted to savour the taste of him.
"You know this is complicated," she murmured.
"I don't want easy," Ben replied. "I want real."
Clara swallowed hard. "You don't know what you're asking."
"I think I do."
Clara's breath caught up as Ben closed the distance between them. She could feel the heat rising in her skin, a strange thrill fluttering through her chest as the last slivers of daylight faded behind the glass.
Her mind screamed. Rules. Reputation. But her body was traitorous—leaning in, leaning forward. Drawn to the stillness in his eyes, the weight he carried like armor.
"I'm not your fantasy," she whispered. "I'm older, complicated, and this… this isn't a classroom lesson you can just walk away from."
Ben's gaze never left hers. "I don't want a lesson. I want the truth. I want to feel you, eat you."
Her hand reached out before her thoughts could catch up, fingers brushing his jaw, then tracing the curve of his neck. There was strength there. Restraint. But something darker beneath it. It was a hunger that she ignored for years.
She kissed him first. Then pulled away, only to be pulled back in by Ben. It was rough, but she didn't complain.
He lifted her—just slightly—and sat her down on the bench, hands at her hips, holding her in place like a secret he didn't want to share. Her shirt was unbuttoned and loosened beneath his touch, and she let it fall open, daring herself to feel alive again. Every whisper between them was like pulling back another layer of control.
"You've imagined this, haven't you?" she murmured, her lips against his ear.
"Every night," he confessed, hands tightening around her thighs. "But never like this."
Clara smiled—wild and unapologetic. "Then stop holding back."
He unwrapped her like a gift. It was for him, the first time but she tutored her way through her. Gently teaching him how to proceed.
Without a second thought he was down on her. His lips impaled her insides. It was wet and sweet. With freshly shaved garnish over her silken skin.
She gasped over and over again to the point she couldn't contain anymore. She dropped her nectar all over his face. He stood up, "Now it's your time, he said."
She smiled as she went after him, slowly slurping down his wood right past his throat. Ben felt a sudden rush of wild joy. Oh boy, she was good.
Ben was out of control he brought her up, binding her hands with his left hand and started pounding on her.
Even though inexperienced, he latched onto her like a wild beast. Showing her all the lessons he learned through porn.
Lasting about half an hour, as he showered his drizzle all inside her.
"I'm sorry", he said in a shaking voice.
"It's okay, we have time to learn more", She whispered softly, as she caressed her hair pulling him down.