The Adviser

"Professor." The young blonde gave a nod of acknowledgment with a customary smile that went no deeper than her lips.

"Jezebel." Professor Wayne Branson returned the curt greeting. An uncomfortable silence continued for a several moment.

Jez looked around the room, trying to come up with an escape route. She began to feel a little hopeful as she watched Linda coming nearer.

"Professor! Jez! Could the two of you please help?"

Jez' shoulders fell, hope dissipating. But, she pasted on a smile and asked how she could help.

"I have a class I have to get to, but still need 500 flyers printed and folded before the rally tonight!"

Jez could sense Linda's desperation, and the older woman had helped her out many times in the past - there was no way she could say no. She nodded in agreement. "Don't worry about it. I'll make sure they're ready for tonight."

Linda gave her a quick hug and then turned her attention to Wayne. He shrugged but nodded. "I can assist as well," he finally said aloud. Jez hoped her disappointment wasn't too evident.

Linda thanked them both excitedly, gave them a quick run-down of what needed to be done, and ran off to class, leaving them alone in the large classroom. Jez glanced at Wayne, then sauntered over to the adjacent office to check on the copy machine. When she returned, Wayne still stood where she'd left him. She mentally shook her head, then sat at the large desk in the front of the room and began folding flyers.

Wayne finally pulled up a chair and joined her, seating himself across the desk from her.

"So, regretting switching advisers?" He broke the silence. "Considering you no longer have one?"

Jez gave a small smile at his little dig. "It does suck that Professor Nos left," she agreed. When she'd first started attending the university, Wayne had been her adviser. After a year of just not getting along with him, and feeling uncomfortable around him, she officially switched her adviser to Joshua Nos - a younger, more easy going professor. Joshua was easier to talk to, easier to understand, and definitely easier on the eyes - not that Jezebel went for looks, or for professors, but she did quickly develop an attraction to the man. But, shortly after he became her new adviser, he left the university.

"Yes, well," Wayne began with a cold steady voice, "I suppose this is what happens when you allow your hormones to dictate your actions."

Jez' head shot up, her eyes glaring into his. "And just what do you mean by that?"

"You changed advisers because you were attracted to Professor Nos."

Jez shook her head. She couldn't believe this arrogant man could actually be accusing her of that. Not that it wasn't true, but she sure as hell didn't need to hear it from Professor Branson. Her mind worked quickly - she wasn't going to let this man get the upper hand.

"Did you ever consider that Professor Nos wasn't the professor I was attracted to?" She gave a small smile, lowering her head.

Wayne gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Well...I... um..." Jez stumbled over her words. She nibbled on her lower lip for a brief moment, her eyes quickly glancing into this, than looking away nervously. "Maybe I felt it best to switch to an adviser whom I was not attracted to..." She went back to biting her lower lip.

"You mean...?" At Wayne's half asked question, and confused look, Jez shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I don't want to get you into trouble." Jez spoke quickly and anxiously, rising from the desk. She moved to leave the room.

Wayne rose quickly, hesitantly taking a gentle hold on her arm. He looked quickly around the room, then moved towards his office, leading Jezebel.

"Now you can say what you need," he explained gently. "No one will just wander in here." He offered her a chair, gesturing for her to be seated, then rested on the edge of the desk in front of her.

Jez offered him a shy smile. "Thank you." 

"I'm sorry for being rude in there." His voice was tender and apologetic. "I just thought..."

She brushed her hair away from her face and looked up at him. "There's nothing to apologize for..." she nibbled on her lower lip again, then reached out towards him, taking his hand in hers. "I should be the one apologizing." her fingers moved lightly against his, her thumb caressing his flesh. She heard his breath grow shaky and reached out with her free hand, brushing it against his thigh.

"There's nothing for you to apologize for, either." His voice was little more than a deep whisper as he kept his gaze on her, watching her nibble her lower lip nervously, watching the look of innocence twinkling in her eyes. Her movements were hesitant as she slid her hands up to his waist, slowly unbuttoning his slacks. Wayne didn't stop her. Instead, he snaked out his hand and lightly caressed her cheek.

She slid his slacks down just a few inches, then slipped her fingers inside. She let out a small moan at the same time he did as she felt how hard he was.

"Oh darling," he managed to mutter as her fingers wrapped around him, freeing him from his pants. She looked up into his eyes again, smiling softly, watching his reaction as she flicked her tongue out against the tip of his cock.

Fire burned in his eyes, his hips involuntarily thrusting towards the heat of her tongue as it connected with him. Jezebel smiled secretly, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth. She whimpered, slowly sucking on the massive hard shaft. She hadn't anticipated him being so large. This may have started as just a desire to get the arrogant jerk to be shut up and leave her alone, but she was suddenly getting very into the charade. She squirmed in the chair as she struggled to take him deeper into her mouth. God she was so wet. She wanted to feel him inside her.

The thought both startled and frightened her. She shook off the thoughts and fears and went back to work on him. She wrapped her fingers around the base, the part she couldn't fit into her mouth, and stroked quickly. Her tongue swirled around his girth before she started sucking again, pulling him almost from her lips, then quickly sucking him back in. She let out a groan with each thrust.

She could feel him getting closer to release as he gripped her shoulders tightly, his hips thrusting against her face.

"That's it baby!" he uttered, his hand going behind her head to hold her steady as he thrust himself deep into her mouth. The hot thick liquid hit the back of her throat as he came hard. She continued sucking, taking him as deep as she could, drinking down his seed, tasting him.

When he finally pulled himself from the heat of her mouth, he slipped a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She blushed and tried to look away.

"So now," he offered with shaking breath, "It's your turn."