Chapter 3

Beau paced around his office before checking himself one last time in his hidden mirror. His hair was in his usual natural, but spunky appearance. His stubble was freshly shaven. Even if he knew there was no chance in hell he'd ever be able to put a hand on her, all Beau could think about was wanting to impress Victoria every chance he could.

Not an hour passed by in which he didn't spend at least 15 minutes drooling over her in his mind. Going to class had never been a more exciting thrill. He'd cry the last day of the semester, knowing his precious moments staring at her were over. He looked behind himself and caught the time. Being early never felt better, he congratulated himself and picked up his briefcase. He kept an eagle eye view of the campus as he walked across a yard into Leduc Hall. She could be anywhere.

He found himself disappointed when he'd arrived in the room and saw no one had beaten him there. No extra Victoria moments were allotted to him this day. How bad was it, he asked himself? To dream feverishly of a woman he too happened to call a student.

He set up his folders to distribute their next assignments as well as return graded work. Anything to distract himself from watching the door. Watching for the moment a heavenly angel stepped into his orbit. It could be any moment now...

"Professor Edison, have you got a moment to converse?"

Beau looked up to find Reed peering into the room.

"How can I help you Professor Sims?"

"There are a few shows coming up, and as you know we will all be congregating while secretly judging each other to stay on top of the university's level of prestige didn't ya know?"

"I love how blunt you are about such situations. Sometimes I think you and I are the only one's who truly see what it really is."

Reed walked casually over to Beau's desk and watched how organized he was, setting his pens down in a measured angle before a stack of lecture notes.

"Your organization astonishes me."

"Trust me, I wasn't always this way. I am just in a particular habit now because, well..."

Reed's eyebrows raised with the context clues provided. Beau smiled in a way that made him feel like a school girl. "It's heinous, I know."

"Don't let that fool get into your brainwaves Edison. At least your attraction is pure and honest. You go ahead and lust over any student you want!" Reed patted Beau on the back at the exact moment Victoria walked into the room. Beau immediately sat up straight, the smile quickly erased with a more professional stance.

"What timing," Reed whispered, topping his comment off with a chuckle. "I'll let you two be alone."

"It's appreciated. I'll have a word with you later about our upcoming schedules. Perhaps we meet without the stooges for once?"

"Sounds grand. Enjoy your class. And to you ma'am," Reed turned around to speak loudly to Victoria.

She looked up from her notes to provide their eyes with the showcase of her face. Her dark brown locks were placed in a high pony tail, which gave Beau sight of how luminous her face truly was. He'd never seen her high cheekbones or their rose glow. The angles of her jaw only sullied with the fantasy of her jaw open to suck his hardened dick.

"Enjoy Professor Edison's class. He's dynamite in every way you could imagine!"

"I can see that for myself," Victoria smiled at him before making eye contact with Beau.

He felt his legs nearly give way in their pathetic attempt to keep him standing straight. Reed walked out with a quick look back at Beau, laughing to himself down the hall.

Beau knew this was his golden opportunity to speak to her. He could say a plethora of intelligent things, make comments about her genius. Speak of topics only select would care or understand. But instead of making the most of these precious moments alone, he coward away and took a seat behind his desk. Traces of sweat trickled down his forehead; his hands shook uncontrollably. He quickly hid them away, placing them below his legs to keep them as still as possible. He peered upward and saw she was back to reading.

'This was the moment fantasies were made of,' he heard loudly in his scattered mind. What if she came up to the desk and sat down on it? Then he could undress her and lay her across the width of the desk. Victoria stepped up the desk, Beau slowly peering up to witness her spectacular view.

She smirked at him, leaving him completely confused as to why she did so. She never truly acknowledged him. At least not in that light. Beau continued to stare dumbfounded while his heart flopped around in his chest. She began walking around the desk toward him, her tan legs coming into view arousing his nether regions. Her legs were so perfectly poised, her heels making her thighs tight and her bottom even more voluptuous.

She parked herself before him and looked down.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked him. Beau quickly looked back over at his assembly and found that most of his students were still busily writing away, a few looking up to nod their head in approval. Beau's mouth dropped. Was this really happening? He looked back at Victoria and took her hands while standing up. Now that they were face to face for the first time, he pushed her on top of the desk and laid her body on it. It took but two seconds for Professor Edison to steal away her skirt and panties. He gasped at the sight of her bare vagina, her clean skin waiting for his touch. He looked back up and saw that no one was paying attention.

He choked on his own excitement while his penis began to stiffen harder than the table her body lay on. Beau tossed his blazer aside and let his trousers fall to the floor, snuggled around his legs. He put his eager hands around her thighs and pulled her body to him. In perfect position, he ignored safety precautions and pressed his hardened dick within her. She was so wet, so tight. It was like only he had the perfect fit for her. His penis was well received when she began crying out so loud that it murdered his thoughts. He looked down and discovered that her top had disappeared, as well as her bra. Here lay Victoria Montoya completely nude on the assembly desk with all students free to view. None of this mattered to Beau. He just looked down in awe and continued slamming away, spraying his sweat in every direction when he thrust back. His perfected hair began to fall apart, going forward like a Superman curl.

"I'm coming," Victoria cried out. He looked down and watched her body begin to quiver. Her mouth fell agape as she gasped for breaths. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, not for a moment. Not for anything.

"Professor Edison?"

"Yes," he huskily spat.

"I asked you a question."

"What?"

Beau shook himself out of his daydream to find the real Victoria fully clothed and standing before his desk. She held a sheet of paper in her hand and waited for him to look up at her.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. I must have been thinking too hard about that book myself," he disguised his lude thoughts while pulling away at the tie choking him. He felt his hands shaking as he looked up at her, making eye contact with her for the first time. "Your question, Ms. Montoya?"

"I asked if I could be excused since I'm done with my essay."

"Oh, yes! Of course." He stood up to make the same announcement to the class. "Everyone is allowed to leave once they turn in their assignment." He quickly looked down to make sure he wasn't sporting his passion in a manner she could take notice of, before quickly having a seat again. "You're a fantastic writer, so it is no surprise to me that you're the first to come, up to the desk."

Inside, his mind worked overtime to cool down. He needed to stop the run of sweat on his forehead and down his back. He needed to find a way to murder the erection that was just inches away from her sweet body. She smiled at his compliment, looking down at him with a simple grin. He continued to look into her doe-ish eyes, giving her back a similar smile. He knew there was something brewing here, brewing hotter than the semen aching to get inside of her. She couldn't just look back at him with that face and not know something was up, or at least have a mutual feeling of attraction too.

"Thank you. Have a good day," she ended his staring session and walked away.

"You as well."

Professor Edison glued his eyes to her backside as she made her way out of the class. Her black strappy sandals had a bit of heel to them, propping her up an extra inch. It wasn't her height that mattered, however. It was her bare legs without an ounce of fat, the tightness of her skirt and how it wrapped around her petite waist. The white button up shirt that left his imagination to roam wild when he pictured taking one hand down the center and releasing the cotton prison that kept him from eyeing her breasts.

"Professor?"

Beau looked back and found another student waiting for him. He made a mental note to try and stop staring at her in front of the class. He didn't need anyone but him to suffer the consequences of his lust.

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The office was as dark inside as it was outside. Beau had a usual habit of being the last person to leave the English department. It was Friday, the end of the second week of classes, and he had a stack of papers to grade for the weekend. As both a mental compromise and a game, he told himself he couldn't leave until he finished grading all of the work he hadn't finished for the week. It would help encourage him to finish, as well as give him a solid two days off.

He also enjoyed playing a game of wondering which essay was Victoria's. He would guess if it was hers or not and if he called it right, he rewarded himself with a drink from a bottle of tequila he kept below the desk. He would also punish himself with a drink of tequila. He knew it wasn't proper to be drinking on campus and especially not a work, but a night of a weeks worth of homework needed aid in getting completed. Beside, there was no gathering that evening with his colleagues and he had nothing better to do. He knew deep down, he never had anything better to do.

At last, he'd found an essay that was so profound and thorough. This has to be hers. He eagerly flipped over to see whose name was on the page.

Victoria Montoya

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Beau eyed her name, her course information and the date in pure lust. He pictured her at her home, in her office at her computer typing. He wondered what her stream of consciousness was, what made her choose the words she did. More importantly, was she naked at her desk? He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, taking in the mental image of her at her home. He pictured her bare back, and the structure of her silhouette. The softness of her breasts when he'd run his hand along her sides. The gorgeous curves of her bottom, and the heavenly hue of her vagina, a color only created for her. He'd undid his belt and began masturbating, thinking only of how gorgeous she was when she did nothing at all. To taste her flesh, to feel her skin dancing against his own. Her perfectly crafted legs, so smooth to the touch when he'd kiss up her thighs until he got to her sweet spot. He wondered what her skin would taste like, what gorgeous natural cologne she'd offer his nose when he'd press his tongue inside of her opening.

He'd never been able to make it past this thought. All control was lost as he allowed himself to seep into the already balled up wad of tissues he'd kept handy for this weekly grading night.

He threw it in the trash and took a deep breath. He put her essay aside, hoping there was no evidence of what he'd just done, before putting it on his copier to make a copy for himself. He didn't want to ever lose her work; it was too precious. He'd read it over and over in the coming semesters, the only thing that would help him achieve an orgasm. There was never going to be anything better than her, he told himself. Her words were far more sensual than any centerfold model.

An hour had passed and he'd made it through another stack of graded papers. At this point, he'd decided since he'd found her essay sooner than usual, he'd go ahead and keep drinking. It was getting harder to stay focused and grade with an open mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Victoria. He went through his graded stack until he found her paper again. He could feel his buzzed excitement when he saw her name again and started laughing.

Fuck me…I'm drunk. And I want her. You'll never have her. You're a coward. When have you ever had the gumption to make a move for something you truly wanted? You'll let her pass on by away from your life like everything else. Don't fool yourself.

He took another swig of tequila before picking up his red pen and flipping to the last page.

"See me after class. You have a gift," he scribbled.

You'll thank drunk Beau later.