Yellow Ghost: La Femme Selita Prequel (6 page)

“How do you know this?”

“I’m very smart and resourceful. That’s what I’m told.” I shrugged and pierced him with my dark eyes.

“Selita, what is this about?”

“I’m a virgin. I have debated this sex thing over and over in my mind. I decided I want to have sex with you.”

“Is this some kind of prank?”

“No of course not. Why would you think that? You are handsome, smart and a very sexy older man. I want you to break me in.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Why?”

“You know why?” He hissed. “I’m your professor.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Afraid, well you are somewhat intimidating at this very moment.”

“Honesty is intimidating? I’m not trying to be that way. I’m very sincere. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me first. ”

“Ha.” He chuckled nervously. “Fuck you first?” He shook his hand in disbelief. “I feel like this is some sick prank that someone is playing on me, perhaps my cheating wife.”

“This is not a prank. I have never had the displeasure of meeting the cheating whore you still call your wife.”

“She is very much a cheating whore.” He agreed.

“I’m attracted to you. I know you’re attracted to me.”

“Why would you say that? How can you say I’m attracted to you?” He glanced down at my breasts. “You could not know what I’m thinking about you or anything.”

A cover-to-cover read is in order. “I know that you can’t keep your eyes off my lips. You want to kiss me so badly. I wish that you would. You have covertly studied my body when we were at the gym. You even got a slight hint of an erection when we were at the gym earlier. I also know you want to suck my tits because you lick your top lip every time your eyes glance at them.”

Mr. Cavil licked his lips and then hated himself for it. I watched as a multitude of emotions filled his finely chiseled face. He had a battle within him that I couldn’t understand. I did whatever I wanted without reservations. My conscience never ruled my desires.

“I want you.” I slowly whispered across the table.

“Selita.”

“Mr. Cavil, I know you don’t trust me. I’m not sure why. Maybe you think I have some ulterior motives but I don’t. I excel at everything I do. You would be surprised at the skills I possess. Although I know a lot about sex, I have never had sex, vaginal, oral or anal. I’m smart enough to know I don’t want to give my virginity to some young inexperienced asshole. What will it take to get you to trust me so you can eventually fuck me?”

He shifted in his booth. He blinked his eyes and bit at his bottom lip. “Why me?”

“Other than the fact that you’re sexy, tall, handsome and smart?”

“Yes other than that.”

“I believe I can trust you to be discreet and to keep our interactions between us and only us. But mostly I think that I can trust you with my body. I think you can take care of me sexually. The way I imagined.”

He blew air from his nose. There was the long pause where he stared at me like he was going to fuck me on the table. He wiped his mouth on his hand before resting his chin on his palm. “Selita, I can’t do this. This is against University policy.”

“You can’t do this but you want to. You want to fuck me. I know you do.”

“Well yes who wouldn’t want to fuck you? Make love to you? Take your virginity? I’m sure there’s a line to the next state. You are smart, beautiful and sexy. Of course I want too. I need my damn job. This could ruin me.”

“You are supposed to ruin me.” I smiled.

He smiled too. His lascivious thoughts registered on his attractive face. “Yah, right.” He chuckled.

“I’m use to getting what I want. I want you to come willingly without coercion.”

“My career is important to me. Wouldn’t it just be enough to know you gave me an erection?”

The waitress finally showed up to our table. “Would you guys like anything else off the menu?”

“No thank you.” I said.

“You sir?” She turned to Jeremy.

“No just the check please.”

“Sure.” She reached into her upon pocket and retrieved our bill. She placed it on the table in front of Jeremy. He stopped her before she walked away with a wave of his hand. He removed his wallet from his jacket that was laid beside him. He handed over his credit card to her. We both watched as the waitress removed the paper bill statement from the table and walked away.

“I want to see your erection.” My words shocked him. He tried to hide his smile by pressing his lips together.

“You are relentless.”

“Yes I am. I want to see it. Not touch it. Just let me get a peek. Pleaseeeeee.” I pressed my palms together in a prayer gesture.

“If I let you see it. You would want to touch it. You would probably have to touch it.”

Yes please. He’s playing along. That’s all I ever wanted. “I would do whatever you wanted me to do. You’re the teacher.”

“Yes I am. Selita, I can’t believe you have me saying these things. I’m married. You’re my student. This has to end here and now.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Okay fine Jeremy. I’m deeply hurt.”

“I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am and how much I will regret this ten years from now. Maybe just a year from now but I have to be responsible.”

“Fine.” I snapped. “When the waitress comes back just walk me to me car. It’s late and dark outside.” I was pouting but this tactic usually worked. I had seen plenty of women use it on men. I had so many tactics I hadn’t used on Mr. Cavil quite yet. He really didn’t stand a chance against me but I would let him think he was in control. I had seen the art of seduction so many times up close and personal. My father had strip clubs that were fronts for illegal prostitution. I studied everything, even actual sex. I know I can do this.

We waited in silence for the waitress to return. Mr. Cavil signed the credit card bill and added the tip. He continued to look at me but I made sure to ignore him. I had to pretend to be highly upset. He had rebuffed me and it was the normal response for normal people. I wasn’t normal. I had tortured and killed. I just wanted to act like a normal student while I was away at college. A normal girl would lose her virginity in college. I had grown tired of pleasuring myself. I had grown tired of letting guys only make it to second base. I wanted to see what all the excitement was about. I wanted Mr. Jeremy Cavil’s scholarly penis.

We exited the restaurant and we walked around the corner to the parking lot. He walked me to my car. Just as I suspected he had that apologetic look in his eyes.

“Selita, I’m very sorry.”

I shrugged. “Whatever, if you don’t find me attractive then you just don’t.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Well I’m embarrassed. I’m very embarrassed. You’re the only man I’ve ever approached and I’ve been shot down. You’re so cold.” I pretended to shoot myself in the head with my finger. I tucked me arms under my breasts and pushed them up.

His eyes and lips responded to my subtle gesture. “That’s not fair.” He knew what I was up too.

“I know. I think you owe me at least a kiss for hurting my feelings.”

“Really I owe you.” He chuckled. “You are persistent.”

I grabbed his hand and held it. “Yes, you made me feel terrible, awful really.”

“Oh god you are so fucking good at this manipulation. You’re going to be a really good lawyer. Selita, Selita, Selita.” He was in a war with my name and his wayward thoughts.

I seductively smiled at him. “Just one kiss. No one will ever know. It’s our secret.”

Mr. Cavil looked around the parking lot. He jerked my hand toward him until I fell hard into his chest. He met me with his mouth and he kissed me. There was more hunger and passion in his kiss than I could have expected. Maybe he was the one playing games with me. He grabbed one of my hands. He entwined our fingers. He snaked the one hand behind my back and pressed it into my butt cheek. His other hand palmed the side of my face.

Oh my Mr. Cavil was just as good as I imagined, maybe even better than I imagined. His wet tongue was savage, passionate and unapologetic. I wanted him more now. My pussy yearned to have him fill me.

He released my lips. He was looking at me as my eyes gradually crept open. My heart was beating fast. I wanted more. I couldn’t hide how much more I desired him.

“Fuck! I can’t believe I’m even contemplating this.” He squeezed his eyes shut tightly before they popped open.

“If it makes you feel any better it would be unwise to pass up this opportunity.”

“Unwise.” He stared down at me.

“Yes, if only because of the unicorn factor.”

“Unicorn factor?”

“How many legal consenting virgins are you going to come across? I’m almost an anomaly. Plus I will let you do whatever you want to me. I don’t have any likes or dislikes. I also have an unbelievably high threshold for pain.”

“Selita the things you say.” He rolled his eyes and let out a hearty chuckle.

“You are a really good Professor in class. I’m sure you’ll be just as successful with your teachings in the bedroom.”

He took a deep breath. I took his hand and placed it right on my left tit. “This is so wrong.”

“Taste it and see if it’s the flavor you like.” I toyed.

Mr. Cavil eyes became hooded. He never removed his hand from my tit. His firm squeeze pulsed and I knew he would cave. He wanted to fuck me. He should just give in and spare himself the agony. I win. I’m a winner. I get my way.

I pulled my sweater down in front exposing my bra. I pulled my bra cup down exposing my breast to the crisp night air. My nipple stretched and tightened to accommodate the cool breeze. He salivated over my bare breast. The sight put him in a trance.

“Jeremy suck it now!” Enough already!

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer. His mouth latched onto my exposed breast and he sucked me hard, harder than I had been sucked before. He had devoured my entire breast. He could make me have an orgasm if he kept this up. My body was so relaxed.

I never went all the way but I let a few guys fondle me under my clothes and suck my tits. I was never afraid they would try to force me to go further. I was trained to kill with weapons and my hands. I could have easily overpowered them. This time I want to be overpowered.

I moaned because my mouth wouldn’t allow for any other sounds. Jeremy stopped abruptly. He fixed my clothes so I was covered up. I was so disappointed.

“Noooo.” I whined. “Don’t stop.”

He grinned. “You are really acting your age now.” I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed. “Look I have never done this before.”

“I know that.” I snarked. “I haven’t either.”

“I am, was, married. I have always stayed away from my students, all students. I was always faithful to my wife. But I want you, really bad, so fucking bad.”

“Then have me.” I moaned.

“Hell, I think I deserve you.”

“You do.” My frown turned upside down. I had him. He was on board. He was going to give it to me good. Like I knew he would. He’s still angry about the infidelity. He needs to fuck me to prove something to his ex and to his self. I was jumping for joy inside but I was a master at masking my emotions. I slipped a little when I said
Nooooo
. I really like Professor Jeremy Cavil. I picked the right man. He is passionate. I need some passion in my life.

I speculate his wife left him because he cares so deeply for his job as an educator. What else could it be? He lives at the University. Why speculate?

“So what now?” He asked.

We fuck. “Whatever you want.”

He shook his head at me. “I’m sure you want your first time to be special.”

He had a point. I don’t want to get fucked in my car in this parking lot. “Yes I do. I’m renting a house a few miles away in Brookline. I only stay there on the weekends. I live alone.”

“You live alone?” He was surprised.

“Yes, my family lives on the West Coast. I’m here alone, in this state, going to Harvard.”

I could tell he was thinking about it. “When do you want this to happen?”

“You can come over tomorrow if you’re free. I can cook dinner and we can discuss the logistics of my proposition.”

“We talk first?” He answered his own question.

“Of course we can eat and talk.” I held back my excitement. I never had a man at my place. This was the first place I had on my own.

“Is this going to be weird in class on Monday?”

“Not for me. First we haven’t done anything that would warrant weirdness. Secondly, as you pointed out earlier I’m a good actress. Monday morning I will be back in my frumpy clothes, wired framed glasses and combat boots. I can keep secrets Mr. Cavil.”

“I believe you can. Somehow I just know you have many.”

“Too many to count.”

“The more I talk to you the less I really know about you.”

“Well then tomorrow you can ask me anything you want to know and I promise to be one hundred percent truthful.”