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It wasn’t uncommon that Dr. Gorin would let her most promising student visit her house for some extra-curricular activities but this time it was a little bit different. Her husband, whom she had been unhappily married to for sixteen years and happily for two - the first two years of course, was away to a medical conference in England. He didn’t tell her how long he’d be, only that he wouldn’t be there for her birthday and he sends his sincerest apologies for that.
Reckless was Jillian’s middle name and Gorin had made that explicitly clear from the first time they met and again when they started having this affair. Though the frequency of Jillian’s visits left Gorin pondering whether it was also her’s. She never did like Cerise as a middle name.
Holtzmann was working on her notes in the kitchen while Rebecca was upstairs preparing the bedroom for the surprise she had to offer tonight. A loud “Ah-ha!” every so often would travel all the way up the stairs and to Rebecca’s ears, it made her chuckle.
An hour had passed and the exclamations of progress had become less and less. Jillian was sat on the bar stool but instead of her with her head swishing around as she worked she was stationary with her head in her hands and let out a huff of exasperation.
Gorin entered the room unannounced and folded her arms as she stood by the door. She cleared her throat with an “Ahem,” that caught Jillian off guard. Rebecca walked a little closer and peered over her shoulder, “Seems like someone is stumped. I thought you said you had it?”.
Another huff escaped Holtzmann’s mouth. “It’s not that I’m stuck! I just...I just don’t like it!”
“It looks like you are stuck to me,” She pulled up a chair, shuffled in close and seized the pen and notebook from her student.
“I can do it!” Jillian pouted tried to reach for the notebook again but everytime she did Rebecca moved it further away.
Gorin bit her lip, as she always did in concentration, and worked through Jillian’s work filling in the blanks. “All done, do you know how I did that?”
Holtzmann replied in her sarcy tone, “Yes. But perhaps I just needed…” she stood and then plopped herself down on her mentor’s lap, “...a sexier chair.”
Her mentor was unamused.
Though, despite not being amused by the situation, she did still take the opportunity to plant a few kisses on the back of her student’s neck. “You can be so silly sometimes, Jillian.”
In response to the stimuli Jillian leant backwards, near her mentor’s ear and gave off delicious noises. They were in such a compromising situation and it was oh so reckless because the curtains were wide open and the neighbours could potentially see a show they did not wish to see, but yet this did not stop Gorin from wrapping her arms around Holtzmann and sliding one hand beneath the waistband of her bottoms.
Her back arched as Rebecca’s wandering hand rubbed Jillian gently before slipping a single finger inside her. She bit her lip and her breath became unsteady for a moment.
“Get that work done Jillian,” Gorin growled, her thumb being used against Jillian’s clit as the single finger pushed deeper inside.
She gasped, “It’s done! I swear!”
The free hand of Gorin silently flipped over a page of questions which revealed to Holtzmann that she did indeed have to finish her work.
“Damn...didn’t realise it was double-sided,” She frowned.
Another finger was introduced and then the punishing and rough pace began. Jillian began answering those questions frantically, not caring about her scrawled hand-writing that would probably be illegible to anyone but her, she just wanted to get it done as quickly as possible so that she could be led to the bedroom.
“Good girl.”
Jillian mewed. Gorin knew exactly how to push all those physical and mental buttons with ease.
With her fingers Rebecca stretched her student by opening and closing her fingers inside. Jillian’s eyes closed for a long moment, she gripped onto the desk until her knuckles turned white and her knees quivered.
Gorin kissed at her neck again, “How am I doing?” she asked - she always did enjoy feedback, “better question...how’s that work?”
The pen dropped as the last question was completed. Jillian exploded with the pleasure that had been building up and then went limp in her professor’s arms. Gorin’s free arm wrapped around Jillian, she pulled her two fingers back slowly and brought them up to her mouth where she cleaned them off and attempted to hold back her moan at the taste.
In a swift motion Rebecca stood and scooped Jillian into her arms. She curled up and savoured the feeling of being lifted off the ground, but soon enough a smirk played on her lips and she moved her hands to tease Gorin’s breasts through her shirt.
“Naughty. I do believe it is time for bed now.”
“But Becca…”
“Becca? Is that what you are calling me now?”
“Would you prefer something else? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Without a word Gorin, now donned with the name of ‘Becca’ carried Holtzmann to the prepared bedroom. One arm supported her weight and the other unbuttoned her shirt. They really should be going to sleep but something about Holtzmann never failed to entice Gorin, and visa-versa.
She threw Jillian down on the bed before following and crawling on to straddle her hips. “I need you,” Jillian whimpered beneath her mentor.
“How much?”
“More than I need oxygen.”
Gorin raised her eyebrows, “That’s quite a lot...are you sure that isn’t an overstatement?”
“I’m sure.”
She decided to test that theory. A hand wrapped around Holtzmann’s throat and pressed hard to restrict her breath. Jillian’s hands grabbed for Rebecca and she let out a small moan before her eyes fluttered back and rolled at the sensation. Her face turned pink then red then verged on purple before Gorin let go.
They both sat up, Holtzmann gasped to let in the breaths she so desperately needed and Rebecca folded her arms.
After Jillian had came back to her senses fully she took advantage of their position and tackled Gorin down, she had her pinned and was undoing her shirt.
“What do you think you are doing?” She squirmed under her student and tried to push her off but it was a feeble attempt at fighting back and regaining her control.
“Claiming what is rightfully mine.”
She kissed down to Gorin’s breasts and took a nipple into her mouth where she bit playfully.
“Stop that…”
Holtzmann stopped and pouted when she looked up at her mentor. Rebecca put her hand into her hair and pulled her back up. “I want to kiss you first.”
Jillian smiled and kissed her softly. A juxtaposition when compared to how hard Gorin wished to kiss her but she didn’t wish to admit it. She was the straight faced professor. She had to stay as professional as she could in this situation.
A squeeze on the bottom. Enough to make her lose her cool. She bit Jillian’s lip in reaction and quickly they pulled away from each other.
“Ouch!” Jillian noticed the blood on Rebecca’s lip.
She blushed in embarrassment at her over-the-top reaction. Her head turned away as she apologised, “I’m sorry.”
Quickly her composure was regained and she leant in to Holtzmann. Her thumb wiped across Jillian's lip which smudged the blood, tinting her lips a darker red. “It’s a good colour on you though.”