Chapter 5

Beau pulled up to Victoria's home, one that completely took him by surprise. Not only was it a posh town home on a better side of town, it was almost as sleek as his own. The only perk of his boring job was that the pay was substantial enough for him to enjoy the finer things in life. He hoped Victoria was one of those things.

He stepped out of his car, fighting himself one final time that his attire was appropriate: a black t-shirt under a black blazer and gray slacks. He didn't want to look like he was still at school, but he didn't want to look like a hoodlum. He knocked on her door and prayed he wouldn't black out at the sight of her done up. Her door opened within moments, recreating what would happen maybe at a wedding ceremony where the large wooden church doors burst open and a lavish display of romance erupts. Victoria presented herself even more stunningly than he had hoped. She wore a wine colored dress with a plunging neck line just like she had on the first day of class. He'd never seen her with make up before. Did she even need it? He silenced himself from saying something lame like, "OMG You're so hot!"

"You look marvelous," he said as his lips grew into a looming smile. She herself smiled before taking in the sight of her professor post class.

"I can say the same about you."

She closed her door behind himself before he placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her over to his black Lexus.

"I had no idea you were so well off," he spoke when they were both seated.

"I work a lot. These are my doings. I don't approve of parental assistance."

"I didn't think I could admire you anymore. You live quite close to me as well. It's a thriving neighborhood alright."

"Where are we going?"

"Blue Daliah, have you heard of it?"

"Is that the bistro that just opened last month?"

"Yes, I've been meaning to try it. I figured since asking you out was a first, not why try other new things in life."

The truth wasn't that he'd been meaning to try it, but he just knew he needed to take her somewhere that he didn't think any of his fellow professors would show up. He stewed over this situation for hours beforehand. He didn't know what he would say if someone caught him on a date with his student.

"It was quite brave of you to ask me."

"Brave? I am anything but. I've been wanting to ask you since the moment I saw you, but I'm sure you know I could be jeopardizing my career."

"I do. So why take the risk?"

"You seem like a better outcome."

Victoria said nothing to this surprisingly sweet comment from a man she'd had her own naughty thoughts about. Since the first day of class, she was surprised to see what a good looking professor she'd get to stare at every class. She wondered what the policy was about relationships with students and professors, considering she was older than the average student. He seemed like someone worth flunking out for. At least his chiseled face did.

Beau parked in valet to show off even if it did make him look like he was trying too hard. He just wanted to treat her to the elegance that her image had treated him to; it was only fair. He walked alongside her, his left arm circling behind her waist and cupping her delicate structure. He wanted to push closer and have her heat completely against his chest.

They were escorted to a table thankfully in a quieter part of the restaurant, Beau pulling the seat out for Victoria. He began to wonder if this was too much for her, but decided every risk was worth taking these days. He took a good long stare around the entire room, surveying every table to ensure he knew no one in sight.

A host presented two menus to their table, giving them both the opportunity to scramble their minds for the right words. Beau listened to the sound of the pouring water into their preset glasses, wishing the sound of something so natural could be what came out of his mouth instead of rambling commentary. He feared he would gush over how amazing she looked, how he'd fantasized about her repeatedly.

Victoria caught him staring at her, beginning to laugh at the fact that he stared with a parted mouth and no commentary. She laughed even harder when he started to laugh himself.

"I'm so sorry. Am I being the biggest creep? It's bad enough I'm chasing a pupil, but now I'm staring at you like a seductive asshole. No mind games, I swear. I haven't dated in a very long time. I'm terribly nervous."

"Have no fears, you can brush up your skills on me."

Beau began laughing at this line as the first thing that popped in his head was anything but decent.

"I just got that, sorry," she fumbled on her own poor choice of words. She took a sip of the rather chilly water, letting a smaller cube of ice go floating in her mouth. She chewed on it once it became small enough for her to press between her teeth. Beau noticed the ice cube with envy; what he'd give to melt against her tongue.

"Can I interest you in any drinks?" a waiter announced himself, sporting all black to denote just what type of establishment this was.

"Do you drink?" Beau asked Victoria.

"Yes, I'll have a glass of chardonnay."

"Make that two."

"Yes sir," their servant for the night accepted before promptly walking off to fulfill their order.

"Have you ever asked out a student before?" Victoria asked, a question that she had feared inquiring of for a few hours now. She didn't want to believe for a moment that she was another number.

"Not at all! I really fought myself on the morale of it all. I would hate to look like I use my class to meet women, or to take advantage of my threshold on their grades. Please, whatever happens between us, you will get the grade you deserve. But I'm sure you already know I'm taken with your work. You're an A student if I've ever seen and read one."

"Well thank you Prof..." Victoria cut herself short when she realized how outrageous that sounded out loud as opposed to in her head.

"You don't know my name do you?"

"I don't actually."

"Beauua, feel free to call me Beau."

"Thank you Beau."

"It is a pleasure in and of it self to spent three times a week with you."

Two glasses were set before them, white wine being poured in a generous portion. "I'll give you some more time to review the menu."

Beau and Victoria picked up the stems of their glasses, leaning forward to press glasses for a quiet clink. Secretly they both hoped these would not be the only things touching this evening.

"I was born in Edmonton, but I chose to relocate to Vancouver. I find this city quite fascinating. I've been here for 6 years now and I haven't regretted the move one bit. Yourself?" Victoria posed the question back to him after he'd inquired about her life.

They'd finished off their entrees and Beau took a hold of the bill before she could even pry to see it. They both had downed a second glass of wine and decided to finish off this glass before departing. Beau hoped she would be interested in having more wine at his abode.

"I was born and raised in Abbottsford. I came up here to study and have pretty much stayed put myself. I visit my family on occasion but more often that not I, for lack of better terms, hobnob with the faculty. They're fine people to be around if you're interested in a higher quality of life."

"What do you mean?" Victoria asked. She began to worry he may be a bit snooty.

"Instead of playing video games, we talk about literature and whatnot."

"Oh, I gotcha. You aren't frat boys."

She gulped the last of her glass in the same moments that he did as well.

"I don't want to be so forward anymore than I already have, but would you like to have more wine at my place? I have no issue taking you home whenever you'd like. I have a gorgeous view of the city from my terrace, I'd love to share it with you."

"I see no reason to hesitate."

Beau smiled again, biting his lip to hide just how large it would become. He tried desperately to believe even for himself that this wasn't a ploy to get her into bed. But he knew he was better than that; he would stop when she was uncomfortable. He wouldn't push her into the sheets unless she wanted to crawl into them bare naked herself.

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"You do live close to me," Victoria discovered when he'd driven passed her abode and arrived in front of his well to do town home just a few blocks away.

"I hope that means we are cut from the same cloth," he finished her thought as he walked her up the small steps. His brown, two story town home sat on an upwards hill that faced away from the city, the view of his second floor terrace giving a fantastic glimpse of the city's northern lights.

Beau flipped on the light switch and allowed her inside first, watching her skim around the room while he locked the door. Even locking the door made him feel like a creep. She's not here against her will. Did I really need to lock the door?

"Make yourself at home. What other wine would you like to drink?" he escorted her to his sleek kitchenette area, pulling out two small glasses and setting them before a small collection of liquor and wines.

"Do you have any scotch?"

"I didn't think you were the type," he snickered, reaching over for a bottle. "How's this?"

"Looks fine to me."

"As do you," he kissed her cheek while unscrewing the cap. He wondered if that was the wrong move, but she hadn't screamed at him or ran off yet. Things were going swimmingly so far.

"The terrace in my room is far more amazing that the view downstairs. Don't let me creep you out by walking you to my bedroom," he commented on their way up the stairs. He mentally high five-d himself for cleaning up his room so well. His bed was in perfect order, and no dirty clothes lay strewn about on the floor. It was catalog perfect.

Beau opened the sliding glass door to reveal a small leather love seat sitting outside, one that looked too fancy for patio furniture. Set before it was a small circular, glass table top. She set her drink down before taking a seat. Beau stepped inside for a moment and returned with a small blanket, placing it over her legs.

"In case you get cold."

"It's October. We have a long way to go before cold."

"My apologies. You look so delicate, I want to protect you anyway that I can."

"You're a very sweet man, Beau."

He took in every syllable at the way his name rolled off her pillow lips. Listening to her voice erupted chills down his spine even if he'd been listening to her talk for hours. He soothed himself with the idea that maybe his name wouldn't be the only thing of his on her tongue.

"I've had a fantastic evening with you Victoria. You're such an enigma to me. I can't recall ever feeling this weak and un-composed around a woman."

"Why is that?"

"Where do I start?" he humbly declared, looking over at her while the scotch pooled around in the crevices of his mouth. He swallowed, needing this courage to tell it like it was. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you the first day. I knew you had to be Victoria. Getting to be with you tonight has been a complete victory."

"That wasn't cheesy at all," she laughed, poking his cheek with her warm index finger. Feeling her skin on his further made him tremble.

"I think that sums it up, right? I'm working on my PHD in English, yet around you, I am at a total loss of making acceptable speech. What on Earth do I say to the most fantastic looking creature I've ever laid eyes on? Much less one that is brilliant to top it all off. You're the only reason I've been happy this semester. Normally I'm bored stiff dwelling out the same information semester after semester."

"I only hope I can make you stiff."

Beau nearly spit out his newly sipped scotch at this hilarious remark of hers.

"And you're hilarious." he set his glass back down. Never mind the view, the one to his right was far more appealing.

"I am known to make a dirty joke every now and then."

"Well believe me, you've made me stiff more times than I can count. I have a hard time controlling myself in class."

"I've noticed."

"WHAT?" Beau yelped, nearly knocking over his small table in the process of his body's unnatural shake.

"I have Walcott's class with Travis Barron. He told me that he always sees you watching me when I leave with these lovesick eyes. I looked for myself discreetly, pretending to look at something else while I left."

"Oh gosh, I feel like such a jerk. I'm truly sorry," Beau was drenched in embarrassment. So much so, that he didn't think for a second about the fact that she had mentioned Adam, or that he too may have been privy to this conversation.

"Don't be, I enjoyed it," she calmed him down, placing her tender hand on his knee. The fact that she didn't remove it didn't do much to calm him down.

"I don't want the entire student body to know what a creep I am."

"No one thinks any less of you for having a natural reaction to someone you're attracted to."

"Still. I didn't think I made it that obvious."

"It was adorable, you nearly fell over when I approached you after class today. I don't think I've ever heard you say 'Uhhhh' before. I mean, you talk for nearly two hours every class and the only time you've ever not had a retort is when I asked to speak with you privately."

She pointed out something so perfectly clear. Perhaps all of his pathetic attempts to hide his feelings were for not. Beau couldn't stop grinning, he'd never felt like such a school boy before.

"You're quite the sleuth."

"It wasn't that hard."

"It will be as long as your hand is on my leg."

Victoria found herself impressed with his own witty comeback. She also did nothing to remove her hand from his leg. He looked forward, trying to slow down his raging desire that he knew was minutes from being uncontrolled. He counted his breaths quietly to himself, thinking how off he must seem to her. Maybe she was used to men losing their cool around such a sophisticated beauty.

"May I kiss you?" he spat, facing her abruptly. Even if it would be pure torture to see her reaction, he knew he couldn't miss the moment in the making if she said yes.

He studied her face, watching her cheeks highlight at this question, his eyes outcasting a stronger glow than the city's luminosity. She looked back at him and spread her lips into a smile. "Yes."

I hope she spreads her other lips for me too.

Without really planning his move, Beau angled his head in her direction, leaning over to press his nose against her cheek. He absorbed another gasp of air before destroying the little space left between their parted lips.

At last, Beau felt what he'd wondered of in his head for the weeks since he'd met her. He'd made his match, a puzzle piece of their perfectly fitted lips. He savored every bit of her skin, relished in the heat of her mouth, melted at the light pressing of her tongue against his own.

Fuck morals of the school. Fuck Adam Walcott. Fuck the student body. He only wanted this student's body.

When at last he'd let his natural need to breathe take over, he removed himself and paced his breathing but a few inches away. He knew he wanted more.

"How horrible was that?" he posed a question to break their silent spell.

"Not at all. You are quite negative about your confidence. If you don't mind me asking, when was the last time you went on a date?"

"I believe it has been four years to be quite honest. Relationships are not my strong suit while I pursue a higher education."

"I haven't been in a relationship since high school. If those even count."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Why is that such a surprise?"

"How do you not have men lining up at your door waiting for their window of opportunity?"

"I don't let anyone have the opportunity. My life is far too complex for that kind of issue intervening."

"Am I wasting my time pursuing you?"

"No, I don't think so. I didn't have to agree to this, but I did."

Beau smiled to himself. In some random universe, he was the lucky one, the guy who got a chance with someone who never let her front door open for long enough to even let a fly in.

"Well, then, if I got passed your rugged security, may I kiss you again?"

Instead of jumping at the chance to say something cute, she instead set her glass down after taking a quick gulp and leaned over to him.

'Body language,' he thought. 'I can't believe she speaks a better language than what she writes on paper.'

Nearly 20 minutes passed by with neither of them pointing out the late hour or the growing chill of the winds fluttering by. Beau was adamant on making this last as long as he could, and Victoria seemed to have no dilemma in what he hoped for the evening's slow course.

"Please don't let me pressure you into anything you're uncomfortable with. This doesn't have to go any further."

"Did I say anything at all?" she laughed.

"No, but, I'm just.. I'm so nervous. You have no idea how weird it is to be on this other side of the fence. Even though we are both clearly adults, I feel like such a disgusting pervert for chasing a pupil."

"Please don't be. If I tell you something embarrassing about me, would it put you at ease?" she teased, a glisten in her eyes forecasting that she really pitied his state. Beau said nothing and shrugged.

"Sometimes while you are talking in class, I fantasize that I...oh gosh," she cut herself short.

Beau's current grin superseded any possible amount of joy he had felt earlier in this evening's conquest with her. Maybe she had just as many ill-fledged thoughts as he did about her. "Say it," he coaxed, unmoved in his stare into her luscious face.

"During a lecture I fantasized about being undressed on your desk and…"

"You pictured me fucking you in class?" he cut her off, too excited at this.

"That sounds even worse when you say it."

"No, are you kidding me," he shook his head while his mouth parted widely. He needed an entire gust to force out his next question. "May I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask again."

"I don't mean on the mouth." He spoke with the utmost seriousness, looking her in the eyes with overzealous lust.

Victoria said nothing to this question, instead she raised an eyebrow at him and uncrossed her legs, spreading them apart. Inside, Beau's heart pounded. So many minutes had gone by where he imagined running his tongue along her clit, and now it was about to come to fruition. In one fell swoop he got onto his knees directly before her. He took notice of her elegant black heels and studied intently on her legs while looking upward. He captured every trace of her leg that he previously had seen, taking account of the mole near her knee, the tight, sculpted physique of her thighs.

He placed his hands on her knees and slowly pulled up her dress, pushing it upward until he had it bunched up around her navel. Revealed to a pair of cotton black panties, Beau found his heart pounding at the sight of her even less clothed, about to reveal the dessert he craved.

He looked up at her for a moment and admired how intrigued she appeared, how she felt no awkwardness in letting a man of her senior see her naked on the first date. She licked her lips, making him choke on his gasp of air. Finally, he softly pressed his index fingers along the strings of her panties and pulled them down slowly. She lifted herself up with her leg strength so he'd be able to pull them down without hesitation. At last they were below at her ankles, and something about having them still on her legs made him tremble even more. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her forward until his nostrils were filled with the sweet smell of her vagina.

He looked directly at her flesh, noticing that she had not a single hair anywhere around, providing him a complete view of her lips. He glanced up one final time and noticed how amorous she looked while being completely still.

Beau pushed his nose closer, taking a sip of the air she breathed out below, then planted a tiny kiss on her clit. He kissed her clit repeatedly until the moisture in his mouth began to trickle out and dampen her up. He ran his tongue alongside her opening, tracing around and nibbling on her flesh. Smitten with the eroticism, he felt his penis en-largening faster than he could comprehend, protruding tightly against his gray pants.

Beau began to suckle her clit softly, listening to her quiet moans as they became louder the longer he progressed. Knowing he had far more to offer than this, he ran the tip of his tongue along as ticklishly as he could, feeling her thighs trembling in his arms. Knowing her body would quake for his touch further fueled his overdrive, his own penis gnawing at him to continue pleasuring her.

He stroked over her clit in a way that didn't alarm her into coming instantly, but fast enough to keep her body heat rising. Every time he heard her pants and felt her warmth burning for his touch, his mind lost control and he felt his penis screaming to get inside of her. Droplets of pre-cum came oozing down his head while her own climaxing came spilling over her lips. He licked every morsel that he could before returning to her swollen clit. He removed one hand from around her leg and pressed his fingers in the slit of her vagina, immediately coming into contact with her boiling lubrication. He rubbed around her lips without missing a beat at thrashing his tongue at the center of her climax.

At this point his work had indeed been well received. Her moans overtook any sound that may be in the background and her legs were shaking feverishly, one in his grip and the other over his shoulder. He loved every moment of her energy, feeling his own sweat dripping down his forehead in anticipation of hearing her final release. The gorgeous echoes of her purrs and watching her body lose control to stabilize itself, he suckled her one more time and didn't let go. He wanted that moment to arrive, and it did. Her legs shook so intently that she nearly shook him too. Her orgasm dripped over her lips, allowing him to taste more of it. His own gratification of her pleasure was duly noted when he felt the wetness against his pants where his penis was still erect.

"Wow. I came too."

"Really?" she breathed out heavily in an attempt to catch her own rhythm.

"I'm still hard as hell."

"I think you know this but you're really good at that."

"Really?"

"No one has ever eaten me out like that before," she flirted at him, her tone seductively drawing him in. He wondered if she was up for more.

"The rest of the night is up to you."

"What are you waiting for?"

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you going to stuff your penis inside of me after making my pussy this wet?"

Beau nearly fell backward at this blatant request to fuck her blind. And so, Beau used all of his strength to lift her up by the legs and quickly marched her back into his room. He laid her down on his bed and removed her panties that were still dangling on her left leg. He lifted up her dress completely, unclipping and hastily tossing her bra aside in the same moment.

As fast as her garb was off, he removed his shirt and let his pants fall, exposing his penis that hadn't shrunk in the slightest since he'd soaked her vagina outside. He got his boxers off and climbed aboard, looking over her body and trying to prepare himself for a woman that would surely make him lose his cool too fast.

Before he slid himself inside, Victoria removed her glasses and set them on his night stand. Now that he saw her without them for the first time, he was even more captivated. How could she be any more beautiful?

Beau grabbed hold of her breasts just before sliding himself inside, feeling his entire body ignoring everything he had just mentally prepared himself. Good grief. There was no way he'd last for longer than 5 minutes.

He pounced slowly at first, anything to grant his body some stability before he let this treasured moment end far too fast. Each pump into her allowed his penis to be swallowed whole, reeling in the sticky heat of her flesh. The suction and the grip made his moans unbearable to keep quiet. He licked at her breasts and gripped onto her petite waist for leverage since he had no ability to hold himself up.

"God you feel so good," he muttered in the mix of being in a sensual daze. Beau got closer to her face and looked down while continuing his thrusts. Her whole face was so composed, her open mouth looking so naturally graceful, it felt like he was fucking a poster of a model. The cherry red of her gloss shown with a glare of the light pouring in from the outside. He looked at her perfectly structured eye brows, the smooth lining of her black eyeliner- he could go on about how perfect her face was.

"Something about removing those glasses made her look even more perfect. Her sweetly shaped breasts, petite frame, hot tempting lips, wet pussy, oh god I'm about to come! Control yourself. The mole on her knee, that's interesting. It's next to the vagina she let me lick. Uhh...I have to grade papers. I have lots of papers to grade. That's so boring. I'll just put them on the floor and set her body on my desk. Then I'll slip her panties off and drag my tongue over her clit. STOP! Focus, please her even more. Listen to her sexy cries, god she sounds so good. I want to pump until I make her scream like she did earlier....school work! Lots of school work....make her tremble like she did when your face was between her legs, her moisture leaking into your mouth... She let me lick her pussy on the first date, dear god I can't control it."

Beau moaned his manly grunt while his body tremor-ed above her. He couldn't get the image of her vagina pressed up against his lips out of his mind to save his life. His kryptonite. His fetish. He'd never tasted better. Yet still with all of this activity, he couldn't take his viewership away from her face. The removal of her glasses was a 360. There was no way another woman on earth could compare to her beauty. He didn't think he'd ever be able to look away from his Spanish conquest, he being the conquistador.

"Holy fuck you are so goddamn beautiful," he complimented her, laying alongside and rolling on his side to continue watching his new favourite show. "I don't think I've ever been this satisfied before."

"I've never seen someone so captivated in lust," she cooed in his ear, making him shudder even more. He was in heaven.

"How can I control myself around you? I already know I'm going to fall in love with you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the moment I first saw you."

Beau listened to what a severe comment he just made. Oh shit...

"I mean, not to sound that creepy, but I can't put you in the back of my head. I've never had such reveries of mine come true. I don't want to come off like I'm obsessed. I'm happy to take you home at your wishes."

"I don't have to leave tonight," she smiled, putting him at ease. "I don't have class tomorrow, I just work at night."

"Where do you work?"

"Let's save that for another night please," Victoria quickly changed the subject. She scooted closer to him and tossed her wild hair to the other side of her shoulder.

Beau placed his hand on her shoulder and ran it along her neck, leaning over to kiss this alignment.

"There are no words to describe how amazing you are. I think I could kiss you all night and never fall asleep."

"Let's see how long you can last."

"Hopefully longer than I just did," he smirked. Victoria laughed at his cute comment and leaned over to face him as well. She couldn't believe what a good looking man her professor happened to be, and wow was he good at oral. The idea that she had him around her finger was a pleasing one, but she feared it would lead to his pain. There was a whole other side of her life she didn't want him to find out about. If he did, he'd never look at her the same way again.

Victoria ignored her mind when it told her to stay away from getting attached to him. Even if did end in heartache, why not enjoy the ride? Beau's caress on her lips woke her back into the moment, the one where he placed his hand around her waist and dragged her closer, feeling his lips paint his mark on her cheek and neck. He put his hand on her breast again and softly cupped her skin, making her legs twitch. How did he know all of the right places that made her squirm?

"I'm going to fall for you too," she cried out.

Beau pulled away and stared at her with a gasp. His eyes lit up at their symmetrical feelings. Suddenly his composure was back. He picked up her body and placed her on top of him, getting his penis right back in the place it so desperately wanted to live in forever. He began thrusting and seemed to be able to kiss her the entire time. This time, he lasted for nearly 20 minutes.