The Neighbor #3 (The Neighbor #3) Page 5

  I met Max before class. We took our usual seats behind Rozi, Rosemary, and now the ever-present Valerie.

  “What’s the deal with Valerie?” I whispered.

  Max rolled his eyes.

  “How was your long weekend at home?” Max asked.

  “Fine. I’m sure you had a crazy weekend. I can’t wait to hear the details.”

  “I didn’t hit The Spot or anything like that. I am pursuing other interests. I’m not as old as you know who, but I am maturing. I can’t burn the candle on both ends and expect to keep it up.”

  It was a herculean task to keep from laughing. Max went through phases. It was part of his charm and I expected him to hit the party circuit again soon.

  “What are these other interests you are pursuing, Max?” I asked.

  “Foreign films. French films in particular. It’s a beautiful language and those French know how to handle a love story.”

  I was about to mention to Max that my roommate Kelly had a similar interest, when Ryder walked into the room. The look he gave me directly was mischievous. He had been playful since our morning conversation. It was a side of him I liked.

  “Today, we will begin our third unit, which deals with the history of sex. I think you will be surprised how it all started.”

  Ryder was delivering a lecture, which was a departure from the way he usually conducted class. There was no Q&A. He roamed among us as he spoke of Eve to Cleopatra. He talked of Helen of Troy as if he knew her, and famous Hollywood couples, such as Bogie and Bacall, Hepburn and Tracy, Jolie and Pitt, etcetera.

  He walked down the aisle behind mine. He was babbling on about the history of love and of sex, and how one could not exist without the other. He faked dropping his pen. When he reached down to pick it up, he dropped an envelope on my desk. I waited until he was further away before I opened it.

  You got me going this morning, Walsh. I hope you’re planning to pick up where we left off. I always repay my debts. I believe this is your size.

  There was a black lace thong neatly folded in the envelope. Ryder looked in my direction and winked. I began to sweat. I took off the jacket I was wearing over my plunging white sweater giving Ryder a clear view of my breasts as they rose and fell with my quickened breaths. Ryder paused to clear his throat. I shoved the envelope in my purse and Ryder continued his lecture. I didn’t take notes or listen for the remainder of the class.

  “I thought the history of love and sex would be a bore, but I liked it. Does Ryder talk to you like that when the lights dim?” Max joked.

  I rolled my eyes. “I will catch up with you later, Max. Please keep your voice down. Like I told you before, Ryder is my golf instructor.”

  “Right, Jenna.” Max hurried away before he was approached by Valerie.

  ****

  Ryder and I were alone in the classroom once again. I sat on his desk when I was certain everyone else had left. I wanted to jump in his arms, but I was still extremely paranoid about being caught.

  “Seven Wonders. We should putt-putt at places I will never visit,” I said.

  He smiled. “You never know. You may travel the world someday. Don’t you have a bucket list? I have started to check items off mine.”

  My heart jumped into my throat. “What? You aren’t at that point yet—are you?”

  He met my gaze. “I don’t want to get into that now. I’m not keeping secrets. I just don’t want to talk about it. None of us are immortal. My future is a touch more precarious than most. Shit, I can see the change when we even hint at discussing cancer. It is like the air was just let out of a balloon.”

  “You’re right, but I don’t take pity on you, and I will prove it when I beat you at mini-golf tonight.” I smiled.

  “Great, I will swing by Leach Hall at 4 PM and pick you up,” Ryder said.

  “It seems like a real date. I like it better than meeting you somewhere.”

  “It’s protocol as your instructor that I drive.”

  “I will not even go back to my room. Pick me up at The Albertson Building. I will change if you think it’s necessary.”

  “It’s perfect. I’m picturing you bending over as you retrieve the ball from the hole. Mmmm.”

  “Protocol, Professor Curran. Protocol.”

  I walked out of the classroom and shut the door. I had a smile on my face and I was sure Ryder did too.

  I breezed through history and psychology and didn’t retain a morsel of information. I didn’t remember a time when I was so excited about a date. Two of the best nights that I have ever had were in Ryder’s arms. I didn’t know how we would manage it, but I hoped it would be the night we went beyond just oral sex. I wanted it all with Ryder.

  ****

  He pulled up along College Way in a red, convertible Mustang. It looked as though it was antique and I didn’t know where the hell he got it.

  “I know. Off the hook—right? My car needed some work and I borrowed this from a friend.”

  Ryder hopped out of the car and opened the door for me. He looked more irresistible than usual, with aviator sunglasses and a navy US Open cap. He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey cargo shorts.

  When he plopped down in the driver’s seat he said, “I love it. I can see all the other women checking you out. I’m quite the lucky girl.”

  “Yes you are,” Ryder commented as we sped off.

  I just smiled. The danger of speed added to the intensity of the evening. Ryder gunned the engine and fixed his eyes on mine.

  “Eyes on the road, Ryder,” I squealed.

  “I can’t help it, Jenna.” Ryder bit his lip and we came to a screeching halt at the Seven Wonders Putt-Putt course.

  ****

  Ryder and I approached the counter and picked up our scorecards, club, and ball. I chose pink and Ryder grabbed red.

  “Do you need a grip refresher?” Ryder asked.

  “No. We are playing on my turf now, Mr. US Open. I will buy some sodas after our round, if you’re lucky. There will be no fancy lagers and no country club amenities.”

  He laughed and said, “We’ll see about that.”

  We walked to the first hole, which was replica of the Eiffel Tower.

  “Ryder. You avoided my earlier question about the Seven Wonders. I Googled the subject and there is a modern version and an ancient version of the wonders. This isn’t on either list. What type of place is this?” I said sarcastically.

  “Well, Ms. College Student. I think the Eiffel Tower is pretty fucking wonderful. It is the first hole no matter what you think—hit the ball.”

  I smacked my dirty pink ball at the monolith and it became wedged in the flimsy mesh.

  “You are supposed to hit the ball up the tower, not at the tower. This is going to be a long adventure.”

  We moved to the Christ the Redeemer statue, which was a replica of the one in Brazil. The arms on this version were rotating. Ryder smacked his ball into one of the rotating arms.

  “Nice one hot shot. That must be considered sacrilegious to some. Allow me to grab your ball, it’s out of bounds. You have to take a penalty stroke.” I knew Ryder was watching so I bent over deep to fetch the ball.

  “Oh, you received my envelope.” He noted my black lace thong I had put on under my skirt.

  “It fits but it’s a little scratchy. I’m not sure how long I will wear it.”

  “Let me know if you need help removing it.”

  I let out a soft snicker. “Next hole.”

  “Haven’t we covered all of the holes?”

  We both laughed and then moved on. As we went, Ryder told me stories of his visits to the various world wonders. Eventually, we made it to Machu Picchu—the final hole.

  “Let me guess, you have been here too?” I asked.

  “I have. I took Sam on that trip. He was about five when I took him. He really didn’t appreciate it, but he liked to say Machu Picchu. If I win this hole, I am the ultimate champion.”

  “That’s not happening against thi
s professional putt-putter.”

  Ryder lost the hole. I told him he owed me an A in human sexuality and he said he would think about it. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

  “I have wanted to kiss you for the last hour, and this seems like the perfect time,” he said.

  “Someone will see us.”

  “I don’t care.”

  Ryder pulled me tight and his lips met mine. There was so much passion in the moment that we made the kiss last. If I were on the outside looking in, I would have thought it was a tasteless display of affection. We came together in an unavoidable collision. For that moment, I didn’t care who saw us.

  Chapter Eight

  Ryder opened the car door for me. I was exhausted. Just being around Ryder took energy—in a good way. We were like two magnets held inches apart. There was a pull so strong between us that it took a great deal of strength to remain separate. For the first mile, neither of us spoke.

  “I need to swing by my office on the way back to your dorm. They have me in an old building on the edge of campus, and some say the place is haunted. It isn’t a good idea to go alone. Care to join me?”

  “Sounds scary Ryder. Will you protect me from the ghosts?” I joked.

  “I’ve got your back if something happens.” Ryder squeezed my hand for a moment before he returned to the shift and we sped up.

  We arrived at the Canooth Building on the far edge of campus; I didn’t even know the building existed. It was in disrepair, the forgotten building where the offices of untenured faculty were hidden away. It was unlike most of the other buildings on campus, which were modern. It appeared as if it had been an old slave quarters on a plantation.

  “I don’t spend much time here. If you think it was an old slave quarters, you are correct. I think it has a sort of charm, or at least character.” Ryder unlocked the front door.

  “At least you have privacy in this place. Is the Canooth Building even on the campus map?”

  “Don’t think so. They had plans to demolish the thing until some historians stopped the wrecking ball.”

  When we started trekking inside, I put my hands around Ryder’s waist from behind. It was dark, as he had not switched on the lights. The darkness had nothing to do with holding onto him though. It felt so natural to touch Ryder and there finally was no one watching us. My hands were laced across his toned abs and he pulled me tightly. He moved away his hand and switched on the light.

  “That’s better. Don’t you think?” Ryder asked.

  “Not really. I liked having my hands on you in the dark.” I grinned. “This place is a mess, Ryder. I would rather not look at it.”

  “I know, right?”

  “Right about this place being a mess or right about my hands on your body?” I purred.

  “Right on both counts. I am sensing you are in a feisty mood.”

  “How can you tell?”

  “The tenor of your voice changes…It’s sultry and I like it.” He walked around to the other side of his desk. “This is my office. I feel fortunate to have four walls. If and when I move to a nicer building, I will be given a cubicle. It is not the best place to hold office hours.”

  “Hmm. Office hours—interesting concept for a sexuality teacher. I saw all of your books. Do you provide demonstrations?”

  It started quickly. Ryder moved towards me in a fluid motion, grabbed me with one arm, and turned out the lights with his free hand. Our bodies were like runaway trains heading for one another. Neither Ryder nor I intended to put on the breaks.

  Ryder pinned me on the floor and pushed up my white sweater. He kissed my stomach moving downwards. He removed my red and white skirt and. with his teeth, removed my black thong. Apparently he had that in mind when he slipped it to me in class. Ryder pushed open my legs revealing my bare pussy. I was trembling with anticipation.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, glancing up at me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Ryder nestled his head between my thighs. With his tongue fluttering, he tickled the inside folds of my pussy and then sucked hard as he moved inwards. He went places he had been before, but this time he knew his way around. He had perfected his skill, which I already thought was perfect. I tried to close my legs. It was a natural impulse, but Ryder pushed my knees open. I was very vulnerable, but I trusted Ryder, and I eventually stopped fighting him. My body began rising and falling beneath his head. When I stopped fighting him his hands were free to assist his mouth. He spread me bare and blew my crotch gently. He glared longingly at my pussy.

  “Are you ready? Because I’m about to make you come like you’ve never come before.”

  I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the floor of Ryder’s office. I spread my legs wider than I knew was possible. His muscular tongue took over and he sucked my clit. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I screamed as I climaxed. I felt like I was falling hard and my parachute opened at the last moment possible.

  I slowly closed my legs and Ryder returned to my mouth. My sweater was off but I was still in my white lace bra. I kneeled and then stood, leaving Ryder sitting on the floor looking at me. I removed my bra slowly and ran my hands over my hard tits. They were perky and erect like traffic cones; Ryder watched me intently the entire time. When I was done touching myself, I extended my hand and pulled Ryder to his feet. I led him to his desk chair and pushed him down hard.

  “A little role reversal, Professor Curran.”

  His dick was already hard, making my work easy. I positioned myself before him and started to suck his cock slowly as I caressed his balls. I slowly increased the pace. I slid his penis in and out of my mouth.

  “I don’t want to cum because you feel so fucking good,” he grunted.

  His penis slipped deep within my throat and I sucked hard. I slowly and gently pulled it out, and took him in once more, harder than before as I inhaled him. Ryder exploded while his cock was deep within my mouth and I swallowed every last drop of him. I pulled away, already looking forward to the next time I would have his penis in my mouth.

  “It has been decades since this building has seen action like this,” Ryder breathlessly said.

  “Perhaps more like centuries or longer.”

  “Maybe ever. We have fucking left our mark on this place forever.”

  I snuggled in the chair with Ryder and looked into his eyes.

  “I don’t think I’m ready to go back to my dorm. I want you to fuck me,” I whispered.

  He looked deep into my eyes; there was an intensity there that I had never seen before. “If you insist.”

  Ryder lifted my naked body and slammed me onto his desk. It was not gentle and slow but very hard and deliberate. This wasn’t the kind of sex made for eye-gazing and gentle caresses—it was primal. Our need was what drove us, and it was apparent and severe. Surprisingly, he hardened up quickly. We began with him on top but I flipped him over. I was sitting on top of him as his fingers massaged my breasts. I jammed his hard cock into my willing pussy and we started to grind into one another. We were moving fast to a lover’s sound track but there was no music—only the sound of our passionate cries.

  Together, we climaxed.

  Ryder’s office was a mess. We didn’t bother to push any of the papers off of his desk. I smiled to think that he would think of me when he saw the bleeding ink. He would place the papers to his face, inhale and think of me.

  We fell asleep in the dark office and remained lying motionless until sunrise.

  When we slowly awoke he said, “You are amazing. I hate to end this date, but soon other faculty members will be arriving. I don’t know how I would explain having a hot, disheveled student in my office at night.”

  “Hot student? I like it. I am a little ticked off about my new thong though. Once again, you destroyed it.”

  “It was worth it. I will buy you another one. If we keep this up, I will be the number one customer in the lingerie department.” He smirked.

  “Oh, we will kee
p this up. I know all of you now, Ryder. It will be even harder to keep this relationship a secret, but it’s well worth it.”

  “The semester is half over. If we have more dates like this one to look forward to, we can tolerate the inconvenience.”

  I got up and stood completely naked in Ryder’s office.

  “What?” I asked as he stared silently at me.

  “Stand still. I want to burn the image of you into my mind.”

  Ryder kissed my ankles and slowly made his way up my body. He slowed at the nape of my neck moving his lips to mine and kissed me lightly. We remained lip locked and I wanted him inside of me again.

  “Let’s get out of here while I’m still able,” I said, breathlessly.

  ****

  Ryder opened the car door for me.

  “Your chariot, my darling,” Ryder said. He kissed me before closing the door.

  When he hopped in the driver’s seat, I said, “Careful, Ryder. We are back in the real world.”

  “I know, babe. My real world is with you and the other stuff is the fake, shitty world. On that note, why don’t you take a step further into my world?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I want you to spend some time with Sammy and I. Sally has something going on Saturday and she asked to drop Sam off. It will only be for a few hours and I think it would allow you to get to know my son. I am sick of compartmentalizing my life, so what do you say?”

  “Wow. The age thing will be evident. He will feel like a little brother not a—” my voice trailed off.

  “I am not asking you to be Sam’s mother. It may be awkward at first, but I want him to know the woman whom I care for deeply.”

  I smiled nervously. “You got it. I will come by on Saturday morning.”

  We arrived at Leach Hall. It was too early for anyone to be awake and see us, so I kissed him goodbye.

  Chapter Nine

  Saturday finally arrived. I had not seen Ryder since our amazing date and I barely remembered miniature golf. We started mental foreplay from the moment I entered the Mustang. I was having a tough time deciding what to wear to my date with Ryder and Sam. Poor choice of words because it wasn’t a date—it was a getting to know Sam session. I hated the word session as it made it sound like I was visiting a shrink. I decided on the word hangout, but I didn’t know what to put on for a hangout. Kelly caught me staring at my over-stuffed closet.