© Christina Hadfield
JUNIOR YEAR
Twelve days. She wasn’t counting, but twelve days. It had been twelve days since the kiss and she hadn’t seen Tess once, not in passing and especially not barging into her office. It was better that way, of course, and it had been, superficially, Dr. Morgan’s intention the entire time. She wanted to finally put Tess in her place, let the girl know how she was and that she was all sharp edges and heart break, send the girl running back to safety in a place far, far away from the professor, far enough away that Dr. Morgan could save herself before it was too late. But she didn’t expect Tess to like it, to chase after such roughness.
They would never have worked in bed. Dr. Morgan liked her girls fully submissive, which just wasn’t what Tess was. The girl had a streak of dominance in herself, something that would have clashed and ended leaving the both of them displeased. She was right to turn Tess away when they could still break, still save face. Even though it was legal, even though there was nothing in her contract that said she couldn’t sleep with a student, she knew it would inevitably complicate things.
But in the days that followed, when she didn’t see Tess, Dr. Morgan couldn’t help but regret turning Tess away. Maybe it would have been better to touch her and ruin their friendship—if she could even call it that—instead of just ruining what they had after a simple kiss. No, it wasn’t a simple kiss. It meant so much more, felt like something much different. Dr. Morgan knew she needed to move on. She needed to forget about Tess, needed to get in bed with another woman, but she found she couldn’t drag herself back to the bar.
That weekend, Dr. Greenwood also was not feeling a trip to the bar. Seeing her ex had left a bitter taste in her mouth and she left with more questions than answers. She wanted to move on, but she figured the longer a relationship was, the longer it took to move on, and maybe she needed more than a year to heal. She thought she’d have to politely decline Dr. Morgan’s invitation out and was then very surprised when Dr. Morgan began their conversation with, “Let’s stay in tonight.”
“Are you alright?” Dr. Greenwood questioned, opening her door fully and stepping aside to let Dr. Morgan in.
“I… I did something foolish,” Dr. Morgan answered, making a beeline for the kitchen and the alcohol.
Dr. Greenwood followed, perplexed, as her friend was never the type to admit a mistake. She waited to see if Dr. Morgan would elaborate, watched her down an entire glass of wine before pouring herself another. Then, she realized she was going to have to prompt a response.
“What happened?”
Dr. Morgan groaned, pressing at her forehead as if she were in agony. “Do you remember that girl who was always bothering me?”
Dr. Greenwood frowned slightly, only because it had been so long since Dr. Morgan complained about said student, but then she remembered. “Oh, yes, that one sophomore—although, well, I guess she’s not a sophomore anymore. You haven’t mentioned her in a while, I guess I figured she stopped bothering you. Is she interrupting your life once again?”
Dr. Morgan looked over with such a seriousness, Dr. Greenwood practically shuttered. Then Dr. Morgan said, her voice heavy and eyes tired, yet wild, “I kissed her.”
Dr. Greenwood’s eyebrows shot to her hairline, and she reached out, taking the wine bottle from Dr. Morgan’s hands. She then took a deep swig of the alcohol, letting the warm feeling settle in her stomach before she said anything.
“Well, now what?” the English teacher questioned.
“I haven’t seen her since it happened.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“No.”
“Was she okay with the kiss?”
“Very.”
Dr. Greenwood paused, contemplating, and then she asked, “Why didn’t you sleep with her then?”
“Conflict of interest,” Dr. Morgan muttered out, downing the rest of her drink again, already reaching to pour another glass.
“What conflict of interest? She’s not in any of your classes, nor is she working for you in your lab. She’s legal, I’m assuming, and the university doesn’t have anything against student/ professor relationships, per say.”
“I was worried it would complicate things anyway,” Dr. Morgan answered. “And I don’t think we’d be compatible in the bedroom.”
“Hmm, yes, well, I agree with one of those things. I find it hard to believe you’d be incompatible with any girl in the bedroom, especially knowing how experienced you are. And don’t you dare say it’s because she’s inexperienced, because I know damn well you love being a woman’s first.”
“She’s too experienced then, perhaps. In the very least, I wasn’t the first woman she’s ever kissed, and she’s too aggressive.”
“Ahh, not submissive enough for your fragile dom persona.”
“Don’t mock me.”
“I’ll repeat what I said again, what now? You seem distressed, but you act like you don’t want to sleep with her, so I don’t really understand…”
After a moment of serious contemplation, Dr. Morgan sighed and tracked over to the kitchen table, sitting down with her drink in hand. “I don’t know what I want, Amy, and that’s the problem, but what I do know is that I haven’t seen her since the kiss, and I’m discontent. I don’t know if I’m angry, or disappointed, or sad, or happy, but I’m not content, that much I know.”
“So you… miss her?” Dr. Greenwood offered, taking a seat across from Dr. Morgan.
“Yes, I guess, her presence,” Dr. Morgan admitted. “But it’s just this affixation that I seem to have. Since she’s avoiding me now, as she should be, I’ll be over it in only a matter of days. Come Monday I’ll hardly care.”
“Right…” Dr. Greenwood stated, though she was entirely unconvinced.
And of course, it was Dr. Greenwood who was right, because Dr. Morgan was living in denial rather than fact. When Friday rolled around, a week later, Dr. Morgan was fuming. No one could do anything right by her standards. She yelled at her grad students, made two of them cry, and to keep from feeling bad, she continued her raging storm, yelling at several under grads who also, surely, cried once they were out of Dr. Morgan’s sight. She wasn’t amenable at the chemistry department meeting, and when the biology department meeting rolled around, she was ready to kill.
“So that’s why I was thinking it might be helpful to have an information session for the bio-chem department, just because not everyone knows about—”
“If they don’t know that bio-chem exists, they’re denser than a rock and would never survive the program anyway,” Dr. Morgan snapped. “Students don’t care about information sessions and frankly, they’re a waste of time.”
The biology chair rubbed at his temples. They had been going on like that for nearly an hour, Dr. Morgan coming up with a pessimistic remark to counter anything anyone else said, related to her or not. He sighed, squeezing his hands together as he addressed the woman. “Margaret, just because some of us don’t like socializing with students, does not mean that information sessions are a waste of time and it does not in fact mean that it wouldn’t greatly benefit your program.”
“It’s not like she could host the info session anyway, because then no one would come,” Dr. Kemper muttered under her breath, but she wasn’t too quiet about it.
“Got something you want to share with the class?” Dr. Morgan sneered.
“Yeah, you’re a terror to the students here,” Dr. Kemper barked, her patience with the meeting—and that woman—dwindling quickly. “Why can’t you just accept a compromise and learn that not everything has to always be a headache with you!”
“Hey,” Dr. Marlow stated calmly, resting her hand on Dr. Kemper’s thigh.
“No, look, I’m sick of this!” Dr. Kemper continued. “What’s the matter with you? You’ve been even more impossible than you usually are, which is saying an awful lot, and I swear if you need a time out—”
“Oh, a time out, real classy!” Dr. Morgan snapped.
“Ladies!” the chair clamored, but his voice hardly broke through.
“You’re all just a bunch of incompetent fools!” Dr. Morgan continued. “I wish I never had to move to this stupid building, and I wish I never had to come to these blasted meetings! I have more important things to be doing with my time than sit here listening to this absurdity!”
Dr. Morgan stood to storm out of the room, the other professors all avoiding her line of sight. But then, Dr. Kemper also stood abruptly, shouting, “Yeah, well, we have a TA meeting to get to as well!” Then she grabbed Dr. Marlow’s hand and pulled the other woman out into the hall, the two biology professors tracking hotly one direction while Dr. Morgan stormed off in the other.
“She drives me crazy!” Dr. Kemper practically shouted, shoving into her lab’s office space where the TA meeting was to take place.
“I know, I know,” Dr. Marlow answered. “But you can’t let her get into your head like that. She gets fuel from your outbursts.”
“I know, and that’s just the most frustrating thing!” Dr. Kemper sighed, falling into an empty chair.
She looked around the table at her TA’s, all of which had fallen silent at the abrupt, and slightly early arrival, of their professors.
“I’m sorry, everyone,” Dr. Kemper stated, taking a deep breath. “Our department meeting with you-know-who didn’t go so well.”
“Dr. Morgan’s been in a terrible mood since last week,” the senior TA declared. “I don’t know what’s got under her skin, but if it doesn’t sort out soon, she’s gonna scare off half of campus.”
Tess chewed at her fingernail. She was sitting, slunk down slightly in her chair. It would be egotistical to think that what happened between her and the professor was what was causing Dr. Morgan’s atrocious mood. But then again, at the start of the school year when she had avoided Dr. Morgan, the woman got awfully bitter about that. And it wasn’t that Tess was avoiding her, exactly, it was that she was plotting. She didn’t think she could live without getting to taste Dr. Morgan’s lips again, but she didn’t think just crashing onto the woman would work. She needed a way to break further through the woman’s resolve, and she couldn’t plan while in the woman’s presence because her own resolve would break.
“Tess? Are you alright?”
Tess snapped out of her thoughts and noticed that Dr. Marlow was staring at her rather expectantly. She sat up straighter, cleared her throat, and muttered out, “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“We were just wondering if you had finished grading those worksheets from last class.”
“Yes, of course,” Tess answered, shuffling in her backpack to pull out the papers.
“Are you alright?” Dr. Kemper questioned. “You see a bit aloof.”
“I… I’m just tired,” Tess replied. “I stayed up late watching a movie with Elle last night. It was a silly thing to do, but I’m quite alright.”
Kai sent Tess a questioning frown that showed she didn’t really believe what Tess said, but Tess didn’t think she could tell Kai what happened, at least not yet.
“I can’t believe you two are dragging me to this,” Tess whined, trailing behind Kai and Elle.
“It’s a fancy, fully catered, dinner in celebration of us getting on the Dean’s List, and yes, I know it’s going to be long and there’s going to be a lot of speakers, but free food!” Kai stated. “Plus, an excuse to get dressed up!”
“That’s only something you’d care about,” Tess muttered, rolling her eyes.
The three girls were quite dressed up, as the dean was going to be there as well as rumors the president might also be around. It was a ploy for donors, surely, as parents were invited, but being juniors, none of the girls felt the need to invite anyone. They really just wanted the fancy-free dinner. Kai, favoring a slightly more gothic style, wore a skintight black velvet dress, and Elle, favoring a more tom-boy style, wore dark fitted pants and a matching dark blazer. Tess borrowed a dress from Kai, as she hadn’t anything so fancy at college with her, and she thought to humor Kai who seemed so excited. The dress she wore was tight at the top, then flowed out at the waist, a deep navy with gold accents. The dress accented Tess’s eyes, even that much she could agree.
They ended up in the school’s ballroom, which was filled with tables. They sat at a table with several other students who also failed to invite any family members, and they got a kick out of pretending to be extra fancy, making snickering remarks about the board members of the school. The food smelled delicious, waiting tantalizingly at a buffet table just yards away. There was going to be some introductions, a speaker or two, and then they’d be allowed to get food. Elle dared Kai to go sneak some food early, but Kai was too cowardly. She tried to get Tess to do it then, but Tess’s attention was elsewhere.
Tess stared at the table front and center of the room. The president sat at the table, along with a dean and several other men Tess had to assume were very important. But what stuck out the most to Tess was the woman sitting at the table: Dr. Morgan. The woman was wearing a fitted suit, her hair pulled back and held up with pins that Tess longed to removed. Dr. Morgan seemed bored and frankly disinterested in the conversation the president was trying to have with her.
“Look! They’ve set out drinks!” Kai suddenly exclaimed. “I think that’s lemonade!”
“I’ll grab us drinks,” Elle stated. “Tess, what do you want?”
Tess glanced to the drink table, just a bit forward from the table where Dr. Morgan sat. “I’ll come with you,” she stated quickly. “I want to see what my options are.”
The two girls headed up towards the front of the room. Elle made to walk around the perimeter, but when she saw Tess head for the center, weaving between tables, she quickly followed after. Tess walked with purpose straight up behind Dr. Morgan, bumped against the woman’s shoulder, and kept walking as if she didn’t notice. She grabbed a water for herself, while Elle grabbed a lemonade for Kai, and then waited while Elle picked out her drink of choice.
Tess looked back over her shoulder, suddenly very glad for Kai’s insistence they dress up. She locked eyes with Dr. Morgan and noted, quite smugly, the woman’s mouth was nearly hanging open. She was staring after Tess with hungry eyes, not at all paying attention to what the man beside her rattled on about. Tess, feeling extra bold, winked, and she watched as Dr. Morgan swallowed hard. Tess turned back to the table and grabbed another water.
This time, Elle just let Tess lead, following after her friend as Tess walked purposefully straight over to Dr. Morgan. Elle froze as Tess stopped tantalizingly close to the woman, reaching over the woman’s shoulder to deposit the water on the table before her. Then, Tess leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Feeling a bit parched, Dr. Morgan?” And, without waiting for any reaction, Tess continued on, walking straight back to her seat.
Elle practically shoved the lemonade at Kai, her eyes locked on Tess. “I’m sorry, but what the fuck was that?”
Tess smirked impishly, peeking around Kai back to the head table. Dr. Morgan was staring at her. Tess flipped her hair, feigning disinterest, and turned back to the table, taking a sip of her drink.
“What happened? What are you talking about?” Kai questioned, entirely confused.
“Tess handed Dr. Morgan a drink, but it was like super flirty,” Elle replied.
“You what?”
Tess ran her finger along the edge of her glass. “Girls…” Tess stated, “I’m going home with Dr. Morgan tonight.”
“What?” Kai questioned, disbelief but clear excitement to her voice.
“Yeah right,” Elle laughed. “There’s no way that’s going to happen.”
“I’ll bet you five dollars,” Tess declared.
Both Kai and Elle turned to look over at Dr. Morgan, and found the professor was turned away from them as if she hardly cared.
“I’m going have to say I’m with Elle on this one,” Kai said.
“We’ll just have to wait and see,” Tess answered.
The speakers were terribly dry and boring, not that Tess was really listening. Her eyes were glued to the back of Dr. Morgan’s head. Though the professor never once looked back at her, the girl still squirmed in her seat. This was the perfect opportunity, and with the want in Dr. Morgan’s eyes… if the woman didn’t fuck her senseless that night, Tess was going to lose it.
Finally, they broke for food. Kai practically ran over to the buffet table. They still reached the table behind those who were seated closer, however, and were forced to wait longer. Eventually they flowed through the line, picking out their dishes, and Tess fought against the urge to look for Dr. Morgan.
Tess was just fishing out some meatballs when there was suddenly a presence behind her, and a hand pressed to the small of her back. Tess turned slightly, eyes locking with Dr. Morgan. The woman leaned towards her and Tess felt her breath hitch.
“Careful, Miss Stanford, we wouldn’t want you getting any sauce on this gorgeous dress of yours,” the professor stated in an octave entirely too low and sinful for the public to hear. Then, Dr. Morgan was gone.
Once Tess had her plate contentedly filled, she turned, realizing Kai and Elle were already back at their table digging in. She then glanced over to Dr. Morgan’s seat, where the woman was fighting against the conversation being thrown at her.
“I can think of something much more pleasant that you could be doing right now,” Tess thought.
Tess trailed over towards Dr. Morgan. She stepped past, slowly, making sure to gain the woman’s eye. Then, she reached out, and subtly enough that no one else would have noticed, she ran her fingers along the woman’s back, up her shoulders and onto her neck, where she felt the softness of the woman’s skin and tickled her at the base of her hair line. Dr. Morgan’s sharp and sudden intake of breath let Tess know her touch had gained the desired reaction.
Then Tess sat back down in her seat and began to eat.
“I see you’re still here,” Kai off handedly commented.
“Yes, well, so is she,” Tess replied. She looked back towards the other woman and found Dr. Morgan was watching her, although when their line of sight linked, the older woman turned away.
They ate, enjoying the good food, and continued their earlier conversations of merriment, though Tess was hardly one for conversation as she was practically withering in her seat, her imagination running wild. They were just about to start in with the next speaker when Elle stated, “She’s leaving. Looks like you’ve missed your opportunity.”
Tess looked up and over to where Dr. Morgan was, or where she had been, and quickly saw the woman heading for the doors of the ballroom.
“She’s probably just going to the bathroom,” Kai commented, still shoveling food into her mouth. "I don't think she's allowed to leave early, seeing as she's sitting with the president."
Tess reached out and grabbed her phone, shoving her handbag at Elle. “Bring that home for me. Now’s my cue,” she stated, standing up.
“You can’t be serious. This isn’t going to work,” Elle scoffed.
“I swear to god if I don’t get fucked by Dr. Morgan tonight, I’m going to lose it,” Tess huffed out, and neither of her friends missed the need laced in her words.
“Dr. Morgan’s gonna eat you alive,” Kai stated.
“Yeah, I hope she does,” Tess answered. The last thing she heard before she slipped out into the quiet hall was Elle absolutely losing it, howling with laughter.
Tess just managed to catch Dr. Morgan slipping down the hall to the bathrooms. She could have sworn the woman saw her and Tess picked up her pace. She hurried towards the bathroom, passing an out cove, when someone grabbed her arm and jerked her back. Tess spun, colliding with Dr. Morgan, and they came together with a feverous passion.
Dr. Morgan bit the girl’s lip and pulled at it before she dipped and grazed her teeth along Tess’s jaw. “I can’t believe you’ve been teasing me,” the woman stated. “Wearing this dress, that hugs you so perfectly, expecting that I just keep my hands to myself—”
“That was never my intention,” Tess answered, unable to stop the whimper that tumbled from her lips when Dr. Morgan sucked at her neck. “To tease you, yes, but expecting you to keep your hands to yourself, absolutely not. Take me back to your place.”
“We can’t. This will never work,” Dr. Morgan stated.
“Why?”
“Because I… have certain preferences when it comes to who I fall into bed with,” Dr. Morgan answered.
Tess pulled back slightly to look at the woman questioningly. “You’re the one kissing me right now, sucking at my neck, and you’re saying you’re not interested—”
“Not that I’m not interested,” Dr. Morgan corrected, “just that we wouldn’t be compatible.”
“What do you want from a sexual partner?” Tess asked, and then she leaned forward again, licking at Dr. Morgan’s jaw because she simply couldn’t stop herself.
Dr. Morgan felt her resolve breaking. Tess’s tongue… she really knew how to work it, really knew what she was doing. But she dug her nails into Tess’s shoulder, remembering what it was that she really wanted.
“I like a more… submissive partner,” Dr. Morgan answered. She felt Tess still against her, the girl’s face still pressed against her neck. “And unfortunately, you’ve too big and bold a personality to be submissive enough. It won’t work.”
Dr. Morgan tried to pull back, but Tess shoved at her, so she fell back against the wall. Dr. Morgan wanted to say something along the lines of, “See? That? Exactly what I mean.” But she found the words died in the back of her throat.
Tess licked her way up Dr. Morgan’s neck, around the curve of her jaw, and up to her ear before the girl whispered, “I do have a bold and commanding personality in my day to day life, but that’s hardly a reflection on how someone acts in bed.” Tess pulled back, her expression pleading, and she tipped her head as if inviting Dr. Morgan to her neck. “The things I want you to do to me…” Tess continued. “I want you to pin me down. I want you to mark me, abuse me, make me yours.” She pressed her center more firmly against Dr. Morgan. “Please, Dr. Morgan, I need you… I need you to fuck me senseless, Margaret.”
It was the first time Tess had ever called her by her first name, and it got the desired rise out of the woman. Dr. Morgan grabbed her harshly, snapping, “It’s Doctor Morgan.”
Tess whimpered, nearly collapsing in Dr. Morgan’s arms. “Yes, professor,” she stated, and then she gasped sharply when Dr. Morgan squeezed her arms harder. “I mean, Dr. Morgan, yes, Dr. Morgan.”
Then Dr. Morgan grabbed her wrist and pulled the girl straight out to her car.
Dr. Morgan lived close to campus, but that hardly made the charged car ride any shorter. They didn’t say a word to each other the entire ride, just stole charged glances at each other, pupils blown, and Tess wiggled in her seat, desperate. When they reached Dr. Morgan’s house, Tess hardly had time to admire the old downtown building, pulled inside and shoved back against the now closed door before lights were even turned on.
Articles of clothing were shed under impatient hands. Tess let Dr. Morgan manhandle her, let the older woman tug her and shove her and show her the wonders of what a skilled tongue could really do. They crashed back into the bedroom eventually, Tess panting. Dr. Morgan took her in her mouth, licked and sucked until Tess saw stars, and she was barely breathing steadily again when Dr. Morgan was up on her, thrusting her fingers inside, just as desperate to pull another orgasm from the girl as Tess was desperate to cum again.
And the woman had toys; she was clearly experienced. Tess found she was tied up at some point, pulling against her restraints as Dr. Morgan came at her again, this time with a strap. She fucked the girl’s mouth, and Tess was more than happy to oblige. She was rewarded heavily, drinking in the rippling of Dr. Morgan’s muscles as she thrust into the girl.
Hours later, Tess’s eyes fluttered open. She must have dosed off for a bit, but it couldn’t have been too long, as her chest still fluttered in post-coital bliss. The bedroom was dark, save for a single lamp which cast a soft orange glow over everything. The blankets of the bed were fuzzy and soft, and Tess stretched lazily, like a content cat, exposing more of her naked skin out from under the blankets. She turned on her side and saw Dr. Morgan removing the harness from her hips. She was naked as well, real and truly beautiful. Tess realized abruptly that she wasn’t satisfied, that she might never be satisfied, not when she could watch how the goddess moved, not when she could still feel a slickness between her legs, and certainly not when she hadn’t even gotten a taste herself.
Lazily, Tess reached out for the professor, her arm hanging over the side of the bed. “Margaret,” she called, her voice slightly hoarse.
The woman turned, taking in the sight of the girl. She was sprawled beautifully across the sheets, her chest exposed and calling. So, the girl had more endurance than Dr. Morgan thought. She stepped towards the bed, smirking slightly. When Dr. Morgan was close enough, Tess wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist and pulled until Dr. Morgan climbed back into bed.
“I’m not done with you,” Tess muttered. She pushed against Dr. Morgan, grinning when the woman gave in to her touch and fell back onto the pillows. She crawled on top of Dr. Morgan then, nuzzling against her jaw and sucking along the woman’s neck.
At first, Dr. Morgan seemed a bit resistant, as if at any moment she might shove Tess over and flip their positions. But Tess easily found her weakest spots, spending extra attention there, and soon she sucked a needy whimper from Dr. Morgan. Then, Tess kissed up her neck and settled at her ear again.
“Remember how we were talking about me being submissive in the bedroom?” Tess questioned. Dr. Morgan hummed out a sound of confirmation, though her thoughts were hazy. “Well… I lied.” Tess punctuated her words by grabbing both of Dr. Morgan’s wrists and pinning the woman’s arms above her head. She wiggled against the restraint, but Tess held her firmly. “I’m actually a switch,” Tess continued, leaning down to nip at Dr. Morgan’s neck, “and I do believe it’s my turn to make you beg.”
“Tess…” Dr. Morgan stated in warning, but then Tess grabbed at her neck and dug her fingernails in, scratching her hand down Dr. Morgan’s center, and the woman found she couldn’t find the energy to fight, not that she wanted to.
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