Class Of Desire (Contemporary Romance) (3 page)

Psychology 101

L
izzy
walked into the lecture room along with several other students. However there
was something that set this group of students apart from the others from her
previous classes. They all seemed much younger than her and they were mostly
female. There was a little chatter between them and they seemed somewhat
excited. “Wow, that’s a first,” she thought to herself silently as she made her
way to the back of the room.

This was her final class for the week, Psychology 101. It
was also her earliest, starting at 5:30 pm every Thursday. The past few days
had been disappointing for Lizzy. Initially she’d fantasized about having
dangerously handsome professors – just one at least, to keep her interested in
class. However, her past two lecturers were a far cry from what she’d wished
for. Dr. Greyson, her Civil Procedure professor was a nerdy old man; a retired lawyer
who now worked with the college part-time. He made sure to gloat about the fact
that after 45 years he was still happily married with 3 grandchildren that he
adored.

The other professor was a mean looking, no-nonsense woman –
Dr. Patricia Lesley. She shot down every question that was asked during class,
telling the students that they weren’t in high school anymore. Lizzy could
still hear her saying, “I am the professor, not your textbook.” Lizzy also
remembered her outfit, a dark grey old fashioned skirt suit, one like what her
mother used to wear to church on Sundays.

As she sat in the lecture room waiting for class to start,
Lizzy allowed her eyes to survey her classmates. Most of them sat in small
groups, their specific cliques she assumed. Right away she spotted the most
popular girl there; her loud over the top attitude was a clear indication of her
status on campus. She wore what looked like – club wear. If there was a dress
code, she was clearly not adhering to it. Her tight spandex figure hugging
dress stopped several inches above her knees and her cleavage was hanging out
of her low v-cut top. She was a beautiful blonde girl nonetheless, with a nice
slender figure and sparkling blue-green eyes.

There was another young woman seated next to her, a close
friend perhaps. The chemistry between them was that of two sisters. She too was
almost as beautiful as her friend and her red hair was the only outstanding
difference between them. The two spent half their time giggling and texting on
their cellphones.

“He’s coming,” a young woman rushed in and said with baited
breath. She seemed to be friends with the two young women Lizzy had noticed
earlier. Whoever was coming to the class must have been pretty important to
them, Lizzy thought to herself. Perhaps the blonde girl’s boyfriend, she was
visibly the most excited one amongst the three young women.

Lizzy eased back into her chair waiting to see who would
walk through the door, several images rushed through her mind. Her breath
caught in her throat as the young man strode in silently, like a God walking on
water. It couldn’t be – him. What was he doing here? He must be her boyfriend?
Her mind was suddenly clouded with a series of unanswered questions.

There he stood before her, the handsome young man, who’d
opened the door for her a few days earlier. He looked just as good to her as he
had when she first met him in the doorway. Tall, dreamy eyes, attractive and
well-dressed in a finely tailored suit, that fit him perfectly.

Suddenly, he spotted her in the back. His unwavering stare
made her terribly nervous. She could feel the attraction now stronger than ever,
a wave of electricity surging through her veins. She was sure he must have felt
it as well.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion now. The thought
of seeing him every Thursday, for the rest of the course was a very pleasing
one. Even the way he uttered his words was attractive to Lizzy. His lips came
apart seductively as if he were speaking directly to her. He greeted the class
and introduced himself as Dr. Spencer, their Psychology professor.

Dr. Spencer did something none of her previous professors
had done. He conducted an icebreaker exercise. Each person had to stand up and introduce
themselves to the class. He began with himself, stating his name as Dr.
Spencer, before telling a joke.

A roar of laughter erupted amongst the students. They acted as
if they’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. Lizzy sat there feeling
slightly amused. The young women in the room were like a pack of hungry wolves,
all vying for Dr. Spencer’s attention. Thankfully Lizzy was older and more mature
than most of them. She didn’t need to giggle loudly, or act silly to get his
attention – she already had it.

One by one each student stood up and introduced themselves.
The beautiful blonde girl was Steffy Jameson, a Business Management major. She
made certain to inform the class that her parents were both prominent members
of society; one a real estate mogul and the other director of a huge marketing
company. She lived in Manhattan, in a luxurious condo with the most amazing
views of Central Park. What she was doing here, Lizzy didn’t know. Out of the
colleges in New York she’d chosen this small local college.

Steffy’s close friend, Amy Savage, introduced herself next.
She was not as boastful or flashy as her friend. She informed the class that
she’d been born and raised in the Bronx by her father, a local fireman. She
also went on to talk about her love for Criminal Justice, as it turned out she
too was a Pre Law major.

Soon it was Lizzy’s turn to introduce herself. Her heart thudded
as she rose to her feet. She smiled and began telling the others a little about
herself. For some reason she mentioned the fact that she was a single mom and
was now back to complete her degree. She hoped that by sharing this information
she would have a positive impact on the life of at least one of the young ladies
in the room. She could see the expression on Spencer’s face changing as she
spoke. His eyes were filled with compassion and admiration.

Dream On

S
pencer cursed
himself for getting the door for her. It had been a few weeks since he first
met Elizabeth Carter and he still couldn’t get himself to forget about her. 
The fact that she was in his Thursday class did not help either.

There was something attractive about her, something that
went beyond her nearly flawless beauty. She had passion in her eyes and determination
in her voice. When she spoke about her dream of becoming a lawyer, he wished he
could help her achieve it. To him there was nothing more appealing than a woman
who was actively pursuing her goals, amidst a sea of challenges.

Why was she still single? He remembered her saying something
about being a single mom. For a brief minute he wondered about her life. How
many children did she have? Where did she live? What did she do? So many questions
danced around in his head.

“Pull yourself together Spence,” he chided himself, fearing
that he was going down a very dangerous path by even thinking about her. She
was his student – and that made her automatically off limits. Why couldn’t he
find someone else to feast his eyes upon? Maybe he just needed to get himself a
new hobby to take his mind off this woman who had quickly become the
apple
of his eye.

As Spencer sat in
his family’s newly remodeled kitchen, he was thankful that it was Saturday.
With the house to himself, he intended to do some cleaning and then relax for a
bit; before heading to the gym. Looking around, he realized that his mother was
right; the new stainless steel appliances gave the room a modern sophisticated
feel - just what their previous dull looking kitchen needed.

“You’re gonna
love it Spence. Just wait till you see it!” he could still hear his mother
gloating over the phone with excitement. At the time she called, he was in
class, but she
just
had to tell him all about it. She had called and
said it was
“urgent”
, which her usual excuse for getting him to rush to
the phone. Spencer hated that now, even after all those calls, he’d still
always assume that there was an actual emergency.

As he carefully
scrutinized the room evaluating the changes, he realized that he loved it. He
had such similar taste with this woman, it was no wonder she was his mom.
Although at times he found her slightly
overbearing, manipulative and
talkative
, she was his mother and he truly loved and cared for her.

The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee was
what had lured Spencer into the kitchen in the first place. Now as he indulged
in a hot cup of coffee, he allowed himself to do something he hadn’t done in a
while. He was daydreaming about someone, but not just anyone - it was a woman,
Elizabeth. Was he obsessed with her –
maybe.

In his little
fantasy she was dressed in that same blue and white dress she was wearing the
first time they met. Reminiscing about that day, a smile touched his lips as an
image of her came to his mind, she looked divine. How she pulled it off, he didn’t
know. It was no mini, form fitting dress, however it accentuated just the right
amount of her curves. This was one of the things that attracted him to her; she
was gorgeous without even trying too hard. This was a precious, rare quality
that not many women he’d met possessed. Most of the women he had dated in the
past were usually over the top and very vain. Elizabeth was different or at
least she seemed to be.

He continued in his
train of thought, thinking about almost every aspect of her beauty. He
especially liked her hair. It was so thick, shiny, jet black with a smooth
looking texture that made him want to run his fingers through it. As he fantasized
about her, he imagined her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders like that of
a Barbie.
She’d been wearing her hair up in a
ponytail, but he knew that if she let her hair down, she’d look even more
beautiful.
As Spencer eased into his chair he allowed his mind to wonder about
Elizabeth.

Spencer imagined
her strutting across the room drawing closer to him. With a spark of desire in
her eyes as each step is slow and seductively enticing. He cringes inwardly as
he watches her bite her lip and whisper his name. Using her forefinger, she
beckons him to come to her as she draws closer. Like a man in a trance, Spencer
pictures himself wondering to her thoughtlessly, wrapped in the magic of the
moment.

“I want you, Spencer…
I need you,” her voice is as soft as a cool breeze and it makes him tingle
inside.

Reaching to her,
he pulls her in with a swift movement, arching her back against the curve of
his arm as he leans in and plants a delicate kiss upon her enchanting lips.

Her lips are warm
and tender, as they part to take him in. So great is his desire for her that he
almost devours her with this one kiss. Their tongues wrestle against each
other, as the intensity of their desire is set aflame like a wild fire. His
pulse races and a low feral groan slips from his lips in the midst of it all.
The tiny jolts of pleasure shooting down to his loins are almost unbearable. He
needs to release this tension building within him. He can feel the throbbing in
his shaft, as he claims her lips with even more hunger and desire. Like a
savage beast, he groans louder and louder, consumed by their raging sea of
passion.

“Take me now,” she
says, as her words fall upon his ears like a sweet melody.

Without
hesitation Spencer scoops her petite feminine frame into his strong muscular
arms and carries her over to his bed. She murmurs sweet words against his mouth
as they continue to lock lips, two helpless victims to the eruption of desire.
“All I want is you,” his words are rugged and his breath is heavy. It doesn’t
matter that she is his student. In his fantasy, he doesn’t have a care in the
world.

Slowly he eases
her unto the softness of his satin sheets, pulling away for a brief second to
admire her body. There she lays before him, in all her glory, her grey eyes
glowing with untamed mischief. Elizabeth sits upright, and her gaze is fixed
upon Spencer as she undresses.

His breath
hitches in his throat as the fabric slips off her shoulders, and then gently
down her chest; revealing her golden tanned skin. His desire for her flares and
Spencer longs to caress every inch of her heavenly body. “Wow… You are stunning
Elizabeth,” he grunts, desperate to maintain his composure, as his manhood
springs to life. A curt little smile touches her lips, as she wiggles her way
out of her underwear, allowing him the privilege to admire her full nakedness.

Spencer’s eyes
roam down her body, from her eyes, slowly down her neck and then stopping at
her chest. Her breasts were medium sized, melon shaped globes with dark hardened
twin peaks that teased his eyes.

Slowly he finds
his way to her on the bed, his lips crashing down upon hers in a wet passionate
kiss as they meet. Wave upon wave of pleasure rushes down to his groin; so
intense that it becomes a sweet and pleasurable ache. He wants nothing more
than to feel her needy core. Spencer breaks off their kissing with hesitation,
moving his lips delicately over her flesh, caressing the nape of her neck with
a series of soft kisses.

“Oh Spencer,” She
coos with delight, titling her neck to the side allowing him better access to
the area where he was kissing.

A bout of pleasure
rushes through his being as he works his way down her neck to her bountiful breasts.
A delightful moan escapes her lips as she heaves her chest up slightly, moving
in sync with his tongue.

Her fingers
stroke the length of his arms as Spencer teases her firm, slightly enlarged,
nipples with his tongue. Her moans grow louder, as he licks and sucks each
nipple one by one.

His body tenses
suddenly as her fingers trace along the contours of his muscles, gliding down
his barely clad chest and then to the crotch of his pants. With the swiftness
of a clever fox, she unzips his zipper, and works her hand between the opening.

“Ahhh...” a groan
of relief, slowly rises from the bottom of his throat to his lips, as he helps
her release his manhood. His veins seem to strain against his flesh as the long
thick lines run along his pulsating shaft.

With Elizabeth
now on top of him; she lowers herself until her mouth is mere inches away from
his cock. As she takes him into her mouth another groan escapes his mouth, this
time it is louder than before. Her tongue feels amazing to him, and she seems
to know exactly how to pleasure him.

Spencer closes
his eyes and basks in the feel of her sweet tongue as it caresses the head of
his hardened manhood. Elizabeth sucks, licks, and kisses his raw shaft. She
takes him in an out of her mouth with urgency, while her hand strokes the full
length of his shaft. As she continues to excite him further with her kissing, tiny
dollops of his precum squirt onto her tongue. Without even realizing it, he
locks his fingers into huge portions of her hair, controlling the movement of
her head, as she takes him deeper into the warmth of her mouth.

***

Suddenly
everything stopped. The sound of keys rattling disturbed Spencer from his
daydreaming fantasy. The door came open and a woman walked in. “Good morning,
honey… Don’t mind me, just came back to get my wallet,” Spencer greeted his mother,
as she rushed past him, into the living room.

“Mary don’t
forget to bring your tablet as well,” another woman walked in; unaware that
Spencer was in the kitchen.

Spencer didn’t
recognize the other woman at first, but when their eyes met he remembered her.
It was Isabel; Isabel Lopez, his mother’s best friend. She also happened to be
Spencer’s first crush. As Spencer thought about it now, Isabel and Elizabeth
were quite similar. They were both hardworking, single mothers.

“
Hey Doc
,
how you doing?” Isabel said as she approached him with open arms.

Spencer wondered
whether he’d enjoy this hug as much as he did when he was younger. Isabel had
huge breasts that would crush against him anytime they hugged. He remembered as
a boy, he’d always try to get a hug from her whenever she came around.

“I’m doing pretty
well,” he replied. As they embraced, Spencer realized that things had changed. There
was no reaction on his part. The hug didn’t excite him as it once had. It felt
normal and yet strangely unfamiliar. Perhaps he was too consumed with Elizabeth
to think or enjoy anything else.

“So your mom
tells me that you’re teaching now?”

“Yes, I am a
professor over at the Bregor Allen College.” Spencer replied with a smile.

“That’s nice. But
remember you got to be careful with these young girls nowadays… They have quite
a reputation over there,” the middle aged Hispanic woman warned, with a weary
look in her eyes.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll
be sure to do that,” Spencer gave her a playful salute as they parted ways.

“Hey Spence me
and Isabel will be having lunch at Sergio’s. Do you want to join us?” his
mother said before walking out of the door.

Sergio’s was an
upscale Italian restaurant in the heart of Manhattan that Spence loved to go to
when growing up.

He would have
considered going, if it were just him, his mother and Isabel. However he was
sure that she’d be there, along with
Alice, Carmen, Mona
and the rest of
her other friends. Although his love for his mother had virtually no bounds, the
last thing he wanted was to be amongst a group of women, who would spend their
lunch hour gossiping about everything happening in the neighborhood.

“I’d love to, but
I’ve already made plans for lunch,” Spencer lied, his feeble attempt to avoid
this little gathering.

“
Oh come on
honey
. When was the last time you had lunch with your mother.”

“Umm…Yesterday.”
he teased, with a light chuckle.

“No son. I’m
talking about lunch at somewhere nice and fancy,” his mother spoke with a
solemn voice that made him feel sad for her. “Okay I get it; you don’t wanna be
seen eating out with your mom. You’re not a kid anymore… I just thought it
would be fun, kinda like in the old days,” she continued.

Spencer knew his
mother, like the back of his hand. She had a way of getting what she wanted,
using a bit of guilt and manipulation as her main strategy.

“Mom, don’t do
that.”

“Don’t do what?
I’m sorry for asking so much of you,
son
,” she said in a melancholy
tone.

Seeing that she
would take him further on this little guilt trip of hers, Spencer gave in to
her request. “Fine, I’ll be there. What time?”

“
Oh,
you’re
the best Spence. Meet me at the door at 12:30.” Her voice was suddenly full of
life as she called out to her friend, Isabel, telling her that Spencer would be
joining them for lunch.

Spencer couldn’t
help but wonder just how many women would be at that lunch. Would his mom
invite all the members of her so called club? Surely he hoped not.