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3rd Person

Dixie and Noah both had early morning responsibilities, and she chose to spend the night at his condo. They were both very busy between school and teaching, and today was a Thursday, which meant that they both had courses and lectures back to back. A morning blowjob sounded like a great way to wake Noah up to Dixie. She was, after all, feeling daring.

His bulge was apparent even before she slipped his sweats and boxers down, but when she did, she was treated with the beautiful sight of his thick morning manhood. Despite the fact that they have sex on a regular basis, his size always amazed her. He was carrying a monstrous sized dick, she couldn't believe it. She'd have to rest for a few hours after sex since her muscles were sore and she'd be limping.

She began to run her hands up and down his shaft as she wrapped her hands around his already firm length. Her fingers brushed over his slit, spreading the pre-cum that had formed. The teasing and languid touches, according to Dixie, were the key to a good blowjob. It's not something you should rush, especially if the receiver is your partner.

Noah had not yet awoken, but he had begun to shuffle around in his bedding. The sensation was too good to ignore. As she tightened her grip on him, he let out a faint sigh. His thinking was jumbled, but he wasn't going to complain about getting this.

She leaned in close and began softly licking his tip, tasting the saltiness of his sperm, before running her tongue over his slit and around his swelling head, then licking his shaft, tracing the vein that ran along the underside of it. Her acts earned little sighs of delight from her Professor.

Dixie's gaze was drawn to the clock, which indicated that they needed to get up shortly. She finally slipped her hot, moist mouth down his cock, inch by inch engulfing him. She pounded whatever she couldn't fit into her mouth with her hands. Her throat got more relaxed with time, allowing her to better fit his dick.

Noah's hips bounced slightly as she bobbed her head and hollowed her cheeks. This sparked her curiosity even further. He was getting close to being able to enjoy it on his own terms.

"Dixie?" The professor sighed as he finally awoke.

As she squeezed the base of his dick, she hummed in return. "Oh fuck, princess," Noah muttered, bobbling her head to get a her take in more of him

Noah's fingers entwined themselves in her hair. He lightly tugged on her hair as she groaned, the vibrations causing him to buck his hips and thrust deeper into her throat. When he could take command and fuck her throat, she was in heaven.

"Woah, your mouth feels so amazing, baby girl." Noah sighed, his morning voice making him sound as though he were the embodiment of sin.

She was trying not to gag around his thick length as he continued to enter her mouth, but tears were welling up in her eyes. Noah wouldn't put too much pressure on her, especially since it was so early in the morning.

"That's my girl, uh huh-fuck. You're doing a great job with me." He panted as he gently tugged on her hair again, complimenting her. His free hand went straight for her breasts and nipples.

She met Noah's half-lidded eyes when she peered up from behind her lashes. His thrusts quickened and his climax grew as he saw her gorgeous lips wrapped around his big cock.

"I'm going to cum, baby." As she swallowed around Noah, her throat tightened, he whimpered.

As he came down her throat, Noah stiffened and spat a stream of swear words. As she swallowed his load, she continued to suck him off, allowing him to ride out his high.

Noah watched with open lips as she licked his sensitive cock while cleaning him up. He snarled as she ran her tongue over his slit many times before re-entering her mouth with his softening cock; just to make sure everything was clean. She sat back up and smirked at Noah as she wiped her mouth.

"Good morning, babe."

He drew her in for a kiss and murmured, "Good morning, baby." Today, Noah woke on the right side of the bed.

"Hello," she said as she straddled him and removed her top.

"Wow, that was incredible."

"I know," she groaned, "but we have school coming up shortly." The parts of the day that were dreaded.

He yawned and added, "Yeah, and you have your graded presentation today." Dixie was screwed because she had entirely forgotten to start the homework.

"Funny story," she exclaimed, laughing, "I didn't do it."

For a few moments, he glanced at her, puzzled. Noah loved her, but he was extremely clear about the distinction between schooling and their relationship.

"Dixie Jane," he said, his voice growing stronger.

"What," she said, her voice mournful.

"What did I say about your schoolwork?"

"Wouldn't you rather be rearranging my guts with your big cock than talking to me about school?" She kissed his chest and muttered softly.

He bellowed, "Yes, but answer the fucking question!" and yanked her off his lap.

"You said I should focus harder on it and ask you for help if I need it."

"Exactly, and why didn't you do that or finish the assignment?"

"Your head was between my legs, and I was fucked from behind while bending over your desk. Then I was exhausted, and we got here, and you had to leave, and you came back home late. Then your dick was in my throat this morning. So I was a bit occupied," she explained innocently, making eye contact with him. This was far from the actual reason, but she was just interested in Noah's reply.

Noah's jaw dropped; of all the things he knew she was capable of saying, this was the last thing he expected.

"If our relationship is affecting your studies, then we need to-," he began, but she abruptly stopped him off.

"The actual reason is that I didn't want to do it in the first place." She finally revealed, "I started and couldn't finish, so I just stopped and set it aside."

"Mhm," he mumbled, "let this be the first and last time this happens," he stated vigorously, his gaze fixed on her.

"Why are you always so fucking hard on me?" she said angrily as she rose from her bed.

He groaned and said, "Dixie." He sighed. "I'm not being harsh."

"You are," she defensively responded, "People have shown up to class and slept for the entire three hours. I've witnessed others not do any assignments or fail all of their classes, yet when I do, I'm yelled at and punished? How can that make any sense?" Dixie's rage is understandable, yet Noah's point of view is not incorrect.

"Dixie just—."

She rolled her eyes and ran to the downstairs bathroom, saying, "Save it, I'm going to get ready for school."

Noah would have used his dominance to fix her, but he couldn't. They hadn't re-established that aspect of their bond yet, and it would be hasty if he just controlled her without her being prepared. He understood why she was mad, but he had no idea how horribly and deeply his words had affected her. It was solely for her benefit.

It was going to be their first official fight as something other than submissive and dominant, and the day didn't look promising. They got dressed individually and then met downstairs. Dixie was dressed in a black crop top with a cardigan, boyfriend jeans, and white Air Forces. Her hair was straight at the roots with a few curls at the ends, and she wore very little jewelry. Noah was dressed simply in a black long-sleeved shirt and black slacks, scented with Calvin Klein Men, his signature cologne.

Dixie tried hard not to compliment him, but she was angry and didn't want to talk. Noah would quickly learn that relationships were not for the faint of heart. He'd either lose patience and play the "who can dodge who the longest" game, or they'd be able to sort things out quickly. He also realized that he needed to give her some space and time to breathe. The argument they had made no sense, but Dixie was deeply hurt because she was a highly sensitive individual.

Noah asked her as he filled his water bottle, "Do you want something to eat before we go?"

"No," she said plainly as she proceeded to the front door. Even though she was angry with him, he was still her rude to school today, and the longer they waited at home, the more suspicious people would become when they arrived at school together.

He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Suit yourself." Noah wasn't the most patient man, and he didn't think this was an out-of-control dispute; a simple talk could've fixed so much, but Dixie seemed to just want to be upset and get attention.

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When they arrived at school, they went their separate ways. Noah's class was twice today, so Dixie couldn't really avoid him, and Noah had classes till 2 p.m. He had no evening classes, and his B level group was on study break.

Despite the fact that Dixie's point was still valid, she used her free thirty minutes to go to the library and finish Noah's assignment. She knew he had to power to verbally embarrass her in front of the entire class and she wasn't in the mental state for that; she'd never recover from that.

She noticed Kate, Larray, and Richard sitting at a table by themselves as she walked to the library. She had the thought of approaching them and sitting down with them, but she didn't. She craved solitude now more than ever. This fight was completely unneeded, but she hated unfair treatment and felt as though everyone else didn't have to be perfect, but she did, and that was a lot of pressure.

The assigned task wasn't difficult, but she just gave it a cursory glance before abandoning it. She had been studying for the majority of the day, and by the time she remembered about the assignment, her brain was exhausted. She saw the general instruction when she opened the online platform and her notebooks:

Instructions: In no more than 1200 words and no less than 800 words, Describe and criticise two studies from psychological research on either conformity or obedience. Use your terms learnt as well as the Mafusa textbook given. Prepare to present your essay in Thursday's class. 15 marks.

If Dixie understood anything, it was that the lower the grading scheme on an assignment, the more difficult it was to grade. This lengthy task was only awarded 15 points, implying that the essay has to be gold tier and correctly written. She started writing the essay after reading the question. This wouldn't be her best work, but at the very least she would have completed it.

"...not only as individuals, but as a community as a whole," she concluded her essay thinking to herself. She spent about thirty minutes writing and proofreading this piece of writing. Noah wouldn't punish her for going over her word count of 1214 because he's not that kind of teacher.

Her "friends" spotted her as she walked over to the printer to get the assignment in hard copy form. This was something Dixie dreaded. She wasn't in the mood to converse with them at the moment.

Richard yelled, "Dixie, hello!" and walked over to her. Everyone else joined them, and the four of them were now standing in the corner.

"Hey," she said, before returning her gaze to the printer. They all sensed something was wrong with her, but they didn't know what to do about it.

"Are you all right?" Richard questioned as he sensually rubbed his fingers over her shoulder, going to her beck. She found this very odd and uncomfortable. Dixie brushed him off since he gave her a uneasy feeling. She knew she needed to tell Noah about this.

"Would you mind stop doing that?" She turned back to face him and said.

"Why? "Are you all right?"

"Because it makes me uncomfortable, and yes, I'm fine," she explained. "I need to get this printed now and go to class." She hurriedly said, "See you guys there," and ran away.

Richard asked Kate and Larry, "What was all that about?"

Kate defended Dixie by softly smacking Richard's hand and saying, "Not every female loves to be touched, and you were caressing her shoulder, she probably felt uncomfortable."

"How? It's just a shoulder rub," he explained. Some boys simply don't get it.

"It's called personal space," Larry said, "and if she doesn't want to be touched, don't touch her. But let's get to class," Larry said, "Dr. Beck isn't one to fool with." They gathered their belongings and exited the library.

When he rubbed Dixie's shoulder, Richard was baffled as to why she was acting so differently. Touching a shoulder wasn't illegal, and he thought she was overacting. Dixie, on the other hand, was serious about not letting anyone touch her except Noah. She hated being touched, and it gave her the jitters, especially when it was done on her bare shoulder. The least a make could do was respect that.

Apart from Noah, Dixie was the first one in class. She sat down and walked over to his desk, leaving her bags on the seat in front of her.

In a professional tone, he said, "May I help you, Ms. D'Amelio." Dixie was perplexed. This can't be the same guy who ate her pussy yesterday and was cumming down her mouth earlier this morning.

She fiercely whispered, "Why the fuck are you being so profess-," but got cut off. Noah told her that other students were entering the room and that they needed to keep their conversation to a minimum.

"Oh," she murmured, shyly laughing.

"How may I help you?" he asked once more.

"I'm still upset with you," she said quietly, "but I finished my essay, and here it is," she handed him the paper and returned to her seat. He signaled her to come to stop, and she walked back to him.

"I know you're still mad at me," he sighed and looked at her. "Give me a few minutes and I'll read it. Are you all right?"

"No," she stated emphatically.

"What's the matter?"

"First, us, and then Richard made me uncomfortable in the library," she murmured, scanning the room for him.

"What? How," Noah enraged, each word becoming more vexing.

"Because he was rubbing my shoulder in an odd way and it made me feel uncomfortable," she explained, "and I told him and he was like why and then I went away but don't worry, I'll be fine." Noah was losing it at this point, but no matter how much they deserved it, he couldn't hurt a student.

The students began to fill the classroom, and Noah began to finish his comments. Today was his grade day, and he didn't care how bad the grades were.

"Good morning students," he said vigorously as he began going around the room, "your essays are due today, and there will be no excuses, essays, or zeros. The presentations will be moved to the next class."

The class responded, "Yes sir," and began taking out their assignments.

"I already received assignments from Mr. Williams, Mr. Sequoia, Ms. Lynch, and Ms. D'Amelio," he said, gritting his teeth and speaking harshly. "It's always easy for me to tell who my most achieving students are," he said. The entire room fell silent. They've never seen him be so ruthless.

Kate, Larray, Dixie, and Richard all exchanged terrified glances. Dixie was enticed by this since she understood why he acted the way he did, but the others didn't, and she'd only feed into their ignorance.

The students all sat down after bringing their papers to the desk. There was no idle talk, and no one was asleep. Everyone was only waiting for his next words.

"There's a pop quiz uploaded," he grinned evilly, "start that right now and finish 50 questions in 15 minutes." "Right now, I'll be marking your papers."

Richard mumbled under his breath, "That's so fucked," and the entire class heard him. He kept walking across the most treacherous waters imaginable.