Chapter 3: Vicky

Kent push my ankle-length skirt up to my waist and shoots me a mischievous smile, “Well, if you don’t say yes, mommy, let’s get a little foreplay to get you wet first.”

He looks down at my plain comfortable panty, carefreely tracing his fingers down from my belly to the tip of my pubic bone, swirling playfully around the thin cloth that covers my private womanhood. “Woa, that’s really some old mommy’s panty.”

He bends down and gives my inner thigh a kiss, “Hello, mommy.”

My private parts burn as he breathes and talks. He senses the way my body slightly react, and immediately press his finger on my clit, rubbing it in a nice rhythm.

“Ah! No Stop!” I bit my lip trying not to moan. But I can feel an electric shock sent right down from my spine to my pussy, a warm feeling oozes out, damping my underwear.

“Jesus, you are sensitive.” Kent sticks his tongue out to taste the wetness of my underwear, “Yummy. When was the last time you have sex, Miss Irwin? Looks like you need a proper fuck to awaken your body.”

It was embarrassing to say, but I haven’t had any sex life for almost two years.

The last time I had sex was before breaking up with my college boyfriend Mark. Our break up was reasonable, I guess, he wanted to have a job, a wife, and three kids, I wanted to focus on my academic career. After realizing that I didn’t fit into his vision of a trophy wife, he immediately moved on with someone who were willing to play the second fiddle in their relationship.

I move on, too.

However, the thing with PhD is that, you either enter the program with a partner and leave with one, or you enter single and leave single. No other possibility. Trying to find a Mr. Right——while taking seminars, writing shit tons of paper, passing the preliminary exams, networking with scholars, at the same time teaching and grading undergrads——are simply too impossible a task. That’s called the rule of the doctoral stability of being single.

“Two years. “ I don’t know why I answered Kent’s question, I really shouldn’t talk about my sex life in front of my student, but it’s winter break and close to Christmas. I am so lonely so I did it anyway. “To answer your question, I have been abstinent for two years.”

“That’s ridiculous!” His pretty face in shock. “How come anyone didn’t fuck you in two years? Are they blind? You are so hot! ” He sits up from my thighs and cups my face with his palm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

I shrug.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way I dress. You were right, I was adopted by an Irwin family. My mother had been hearing all sorts of stories about how adopted daughters hook up with their Dads, so she has been very strict with my style and my demeanor. I have never wore anything slightly sexy, nor displayed affection towards a man including to my dad from elementary school to high school. It was so unbearably strict that I moved out from home immediately after getting into college. I moved in with my ex-boyfriend Mark, thought we would be happy, but things didn’t go well. And grad life is so busy with, you know, tackling with students like you.”

I don’t know why I am still talking, maybe because it’s winter break and close to Christmas and I have nowhere to go, no family to turn to, and maybe because the solitude of PhD life is just soul-crushing. I really need to vent, even if this person next to listening is just contemplating how to take advantage of me.

I thought Kent was going to mock me for being such a loser, but surprisingly he didn’t.

He squeezes my hand, hold my hand to his mouth and gives it a little kiss: “Well, if they fail to see the beauty in you, that’s their loss, Mr Irwin.”

He tug a tray of hair behind my ears, smiling seductively: “If they don’t see you, I see you, Miss Irwin. You are a smart, hot, and independent woman whose only shortcoming is being born into poverty with two unloving parents.”

“Nah, you just said that to get into my pants.”

“Wouldn’t it makes more sense for you to sleep with me, though? you know, to fuck all the rigidity out of your system and move on from your ex? Plus, I am pretty good at sex. I will makes you feel like heaven, I promise.”

I don’t know how to respond. For so long, I was no one’s choice, no one’s favorite. My mom prioritized my Dad over me, and Mark prioritized his dream of a middle-class life over my personal career development. Then this campus golden boy says he chooses me, he sees me?

Kent gets down on me again, kissing my inner thighs, with his eyes looking at my like a puppy.

“Fuck it.” Something inside me snaps and I grabs Kent’s collar to lift him up and fiercely bite on his lips. “Fuck Title IX, let’s do this.”

I need a proper fuck to get it out of my system, even a fuck that was coerced from the beginning.

Kent’s eyes widen in surprise as I kiss him, but he soon cups my chin and kisses me back passionately. The other hand of him feels for my breast through my bra, pinching my nipples. “Your tits are hard already, Miss Irwin, are you turned on by me? ”

I can’t answer him, I groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

His hand goes further down to slide off my panty down my legs. My hand reaches for his pants, too. I quickly unzip him, lower his trousers and pull his cock out.

“Wow, I don’t know you can be this impatient.” Kent jesters.

He stands up in front of my seat, towering over me. He thrusts his hip a little forward, so that his cock can spring free and rub against my cheek. “Are you satisfied with what you see, Miss Irwin?” He asks. ”I promised that I will make you feel like heaven.”

I blush, biting my lips. He is well-endowed, I have to give him that. The thing dangles between his legs is thick and swollen, with his precum dripping from the point. I nod, quietly.

“You shyness are making my dick so hard, damn, Miss Irwin.” Kent quickly takes off his shirt, showing his muscular chest. He straps on a condom. “Don’t worry, I will fuck that rigidity and shyness out of your tiny pussy. I look forward to see what you will turn into in bed.”

With he finally undressing himself, I suddenly spot a tattoo right below his navel. It’s an Eastern script, meaning “fortune” and “fate”. It looks exactly like the one that my cohort told me about, the one that she warned me of.

I freeze.

“Are you OK? Are you ready to do this right now?” Kent checks with me.

I inhales deeply, and then look up to him to tell him that I just changed my mind: “No, Kent. I can’t sleep with you now.”

“Why? What happens? What did I do that upsets you?” Kent is so confused.

“I can’t tell you why, there is no why. ” I say in a monotone, “You are my student. Even teaching assistant shouldn’t sleep with student, a rule is a rule.”

He is shocked and angered:”After all this wonderful make out, you are telling me you are not interested in fucking me?”

“No, sorry, Kent.” I look into his eyes. ”If you still want to go on filming us fuck, I am afraid that you are gonna have to rape me.”