Ian Inside Melissa: A Teacher/Student Stranger Sex by Kassandra Stone

 
    The door crashed open and Melissa burst into a fit of drunken giggles.  The look on Ian’s face only made things worse as he tried to shush her and eased the door shut.  Melissa’s heels clacked haphazardly on the lino as she stepped further into the dark room.  The walls were lined with bookshelves, packed to the ceiling.  She ran a perfectly manicured finger along a shelf of books and smiled over her shoulder.  “Whose office are you borrowing?”
    She could see Ian’s blue eyes, his lop-sided smile in the dim light from outside.  It was Fresher’s Week.  She was a Freshman.  Drinking too much Jaeger and ending up with some guy she’d never met before was pretty much obligatory.  Ian wasn’t her usual type, though.  He was older, clever looking.  The dark stubble on his cheeks was flecked with grey and those intelligent blue eyes were half-hidden behind dark framed glasses.  But he was tall and lean and very sexy.  She guessed he was probably a post grad in some kind of geeky but cool subject – psychology or archaeology, something like that.  Melissa had been interested immediately, and had needed no persuading when Ian whispered in her ear that he knew somewhere they could go.
    “The office?” Ian said, coming to meet her in the centre of the room.  He took her hands and wrapped Melissa’s arms around his waist.  He felt wiry and firm as Melissa ran her hands up his back.  “It’s mine,” he growled against her ear.
    Melissa’s eyes widened.  She knew Ian was older, but a college professor?  And here she was with him in the locked and dark college, in his office .  There was something undeniably sexy about the many different ways in which this was wrong.  Melissa felt Ian’s teeth graze gently against her neck and moaned in response.  The haze of the alcohol was beginning to clear, swept away by adrenaline and arousal.  She felt hands sliding down the small of her back, cupping and gripping her ass, lifting her slightly as Ian began to drive her backwards.  The backs of her thighs bumped into a hard edge and, looking over her shoulder, Melissa saw that he had moved her to the large desk in the corner of the room.
    Ian’s lips were warm on her neck, his stubble scratching in a way that made her breathless.  “I want to fuck you on my desk.”
    Melissa bit her lip.  Her short skirt was riding up and Ian’s hands were starting to pick at the small scrap of a top she had worn out that night.  Fresher’s Week was a time to go wild, lose the inhibitions of high school and embrace sexual exploration.  But Melissa had only had sex once before, in the back of her old boyfriend’s car.  It had been dark and cramped, and neither of them had even seen the other naked.  To be with Ian – a stranger, a professor – in his office, soon to be sprawled across his desk; it was sexy and Melissa knew she was soaking through her skimpy underwear.  Everything was heightened with the butterflies and quick breaths of nerves.
    “Would you like that?” Ian asked.
    Melissa smiled, pulling his head up to kiss him, her tongue flicking out to meet his.  “Yes,” she whispered back, “Fuck me on your desk.”
    With ease, Ian lifted her up onto the desk, insinuating himself between her parted thighs and making her skirt ride up higher.  With one arm, he swept sheaves of paper off the desk, pens and stationery skittering after them onto the floor.  Melissa giggled again against Ian’s lips, the alcohol still making her a little light headed. 
    As he leaned her back against the desk, she felt his hands pushing her skirt higher, his fingertips ghosting over the tops of her thighs.  Melissa sighed, the sound coming out in a whimper of pleasure.  Ian kissed his way down her throat to her shoulders, nuzzling the thin spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and encouraging her top to fall lower until he was kissing the tops of her breasts.  Melissa threaded her fingers through his hair,