Cooling Down With My Research Assistant
It’s the quiet ones you have to watch.
As a professor, observing where students sit in the lecture hall is one of my favourite games. First, there are the ones who want their opinions validated, or are simply trying to absorb everything to maintain perfect grades and get into the graduate program of their dreams.
Then, there are the students that sit in the back. These are the ones that I am most curious about. Do they not care about Philosophy 100 or are they actually too advanced for the class but need the credits? It all becomes clear after their first paper is handed in. Wading through 40+ papers on Introduction to Ethics can be like watching paint dry, but every now and then, I am pleasantly surprised.
Today, I was surprised. I read the name at the top of the page.
“Cohen Hall.” The name wasn’t familiar to me but the paper was exquisitely written and demonstrated that he was already beyond the topic. Curious to see if I would recognize which student this was, I pulled up Cohen’s student ID in the system.
A pale face stared back at me with dark brown eyes and even darker waves of chin-length hair pushed back from his face. A small, white scar ran down over his forehead. I was embarrassed to find him rather attractive. It wasn’t unusual for professors to be attracted to their students but it was prohibited to engage in an intimate relationship while they were in your class, of course.
Mr Hall rarely spoke up in class but seeing his face on the screen, I recalled a moment two weeks ago that was the first time I heard him speak. A student was struggling to defend their opinion as they and two others debated back and forth. Cohen shyly raised his hand from the back corner.
“Yes, go ahead!” I waved to him.
“I think you’re all trying to say the same thing, it’s just that your claims are a bit free-floating.” He turned a bit red and sunk back in his chair as he explained the situation further.
The group of students looked at each other, ready to call a truce. Trevor smiled and said, “Thanks, man. That’s exactly it! I just couldn’t find the words.”
Cohen’s ID said that he was born in ’97, making him a bit older than the other first-year students but still much too young for me. I gazed at his photo, letting my imagination fill in the blanks of his story.
That Monday morning, I handed back everyone’s papers. I could sense the energy in the room drop as everyone collectively realized how badly they did.
“I know many of you are disappointed in the mark, but I promise this was the worst of it. Every year, this paper is the one that students struggle with most, then they learn which parts they need the most help with.” Looking around at the sea of fallen faces, I could tell they didn’t believe me. A girl in the front raised her hand.
“Are there office hours we can come to for extra help?”
“Of course, I’ll post my hours each week in the portal and you can sign up from there. However, those of you who did well on this assignment may also consider tutoring your fellow peers at the student learning centre. Would be a big help and looks great on your resume!”
I glanced up in Cohen’s direction to see if he registered that I was speaking about him. He was flipping through his paper, reading my comments.
“I’m going to let you all go a bit early today. I want to speak to Cohen Hall and Alicia Lopez, please.” These students did the best on their papers and I wanted them to strongly consider tutoring.
Alicia, beamed at me from the front row, eager to chat. Cohen sauntered down the steps towards the front as all the other bodies shuffled out.
I handed each of them a pamphlet from the student learning centre and explained what their responsibilities would be as a tutor. Alicia took notes and asked questions while Cohen quietly nodded along. When I was finished, he did not stand up to leave with Alicia, but he held out a page and pointed to one of my notes.
“I just want to know how you poked a hole in my argument here. What was your thinking behind this comment?” His face was soft and earnest.
“Cohen, you know you got the top mark in the class, right?”
“Oh, Ms Dubois, it’s totally not about the mark. Just want to learn more.” He flashed a white smile revealing a chipped front tooth that somehow suited him more than a set of perfect teeth would. Everything about him intrigued me. His arms were covered with odd tattoos that ranged from scratchy and homemade to incredibly dark and detailed. I shrugged and pointed to the chair next to my desk.
“Grab a seat, I have a few minutes. Oh and please just call me Collette. Using my last name makes me feel old!”
He laughed and sat in the chair, leaning over my desk with the paper in hand. His dark eyes met mine and I found myself holding his gaze for longer than I should have.
“Age is just a number, Collette.”
My train of thought vanished and I felt my cheeks grow hot. If Cohen Hall was as smart as I believed him to be, he was sending me a signal and it was working.
Three months had gone by since our first meeting, and over that time we had built up a relationship that went beyond student-teacher. Because Cohen was more advanced than even the senior students graduating from the program, I ended up asking him to be my research assistant, which meant we’d be seeing a lot of each other—often outside of school.
It was harmless at first. We’d meet at a coffee shop, go for a stroll around the waterfront, and even set up an office on my back porch when the weather was pleasant. Everything was fairly above-board until one hot July day when he was over and the heatwave came to spice things up. It seemed that despite each of us wearing the thinnest layer of clothing we owned, we were sweating through the fabric and became desperate for a bit of relief.
I didn’t want to invite Cohen inside my house for fear of crossing a professional boundary, but as I looked across the patio towards him, I realized it may be too late for that. We had become quite comfortable with each other sitting here, leaned back on a lawn chair, sipping cold beers to the soundtrack of the sprinkler gliding over the yard. My eyes lingered on his chest where his linen button-up was undone almost down to his belly button. Patches of faded ink decorated his chest in abstract patterns that weaved in and out of each other like some extraterrestrial code.
“Hellooo?” Cohen’s hand waved in front of my face. I must’ve really been out of it to not notice that he caught me staring at him for so long.
“Oh gosh, sorry, heat daze. What's up?”
“I’m going to hit the sprinkler before I leave if you don’t mind.” He flashed a sideways grin that said join if you dare but I froze with panic over my dilemma. If I got up and ran through the water with him, it would only end one way. I could probably lose my job if we got any closer to a physical relationship.
But then he held out his hand and said, “Last call, Collette.” Feeling a little bit buzzed and reckless from the heat, I let out a small sigh and placed my hand in his.
“Okay, fuck it.” Cohen pulled me out of my chair and led me through the yard. He let go of my hand and began to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Please, please leave your shorts on, I thought. But without hesitation, he unzipped his fly and let his bottoms drop to the ground. I tried to look away but it didn’t matter because he took off like a shotgun running through the wall of water that the sprinkler spat out. His eyes grew wide as he emerged from the other side and he called to me with an expression on his face that I’d never seen before. He was normally so stoic and this playful side pulled me in head over heels.
“Come to the other side! I promise you won’t regret it,” he yelled. I shut off the part of my brain that would normally prevent me from making bad decisions and grabbed the bottom of my tank top, whipping it up over my head. I undid the drawstring of my shorts, let them drop beside Cohen’s on the ground and stood there, facing him.
“I knew you could do it,” he cheered. I was glad that I’d decided to wear decent undergarments today. It was a simple black t-shirt bra and matching cheeky panties, but they showed off my curves in a way that made me feel dangerous.
After taking a deep breath, I bolted towards the water and closed my eyes, screaming as the cold pelted my skin. Before I had a chance to open my eyes and recover, I felt Cohen’s arms around me. “Back in we go,” he whispered. I shrieked and giggled like a schoolgirl as he walked us back into the water and stopped, drenching us completely. I burrowed into his chest for protection and clung to his sides, which made him ticklish. When he realized I’d found his weak spot, he shuffled us back out to safety again and we collapsed onto the grass, buzzing with sexual tension.
I closed my eyes and let the sun warm my skin. Unsure of what to say next, I turned my head towards Cohen who was already staring at me. His lips pulled back into a smile.
“I knew you were fun.”
“What do you mean? Of course, I am!” I grew self-conscious and slightly defensive at his comment. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be?”
“It just seems like you hold yourself back from showing real emotion sometimes.”
“Well, you’re one to talk,” I scoffed.
“But I’m not afraid to show mine.” He reached out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind my ear and let his hand rest by my jaw. I felt all the saliva in my mouth evaporate and heard my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Then show me,” I whispered.
Gently pulling my face towards his, our eyes locked for a moment before our lips grazed and opened up into a deep kiss. With his hand still on my jaw, he guided our kissing in a slow but dominant manner, making sure we felt every small movement as our tongues merged together and unravelled again and again. The sounds of the outside world faded away. Waves of horniness washed over me and I prayed we weren’t actually going to fuck in my backyard for the nosey neighbours to see.
I propped myself onto my elbow and Cohen pulled me over. Straddling him now, I could feel his erection growing through his wet briefs and let out a low gasp as my pussy slid over it. He reached up to grab my hips, rocking me back and forth on it.
“Feel that? You make me so hard every time I think about you,” he groaned. I bit my lip and ground into his cock.
“I’ve thought about you too.” I reached around my back and undid my bra, letting my tits fall in front of his face. His mouth opened but no sound came out as his hands made their way up to my chest, massaging each breast. Suddenly, he rolled me onto my back so that he could lean over my body. He began to kiss his way from behind my ear, down my neck, to my left nipple where he sucked softly as his fingers found their way into my already soaking panties.
“Ahhh. You are so wet and it’s not all water,” he moaned into my nipple. I spread my legs for him to explore and as he slipped two fingers in slowly, he lowered his mouth to my pussy. Looking me dead in the eye, he flicked his tongue over my clit while fingering me.
“I want to scream so loud.” But I could only whimper so we didn’t alert the neighbours to what was happening in my backyard. Taking that as a challenge, he grinned and picked up the pace of his fingers and tongue. My legs began to shake.
I clasped my hand over my mouth as I writhed around on the ground, under a spell from the rhythm of Cohen’s finger-fucking, clit-sucking powers. My other hand wrapped around the back of his head, clinging to him for support. I was afraid that I would come too soon so I pulled him back up for air. Strings of his spit mixed with my juices hung from his mouth for a brief moment until he spoke.
“Too much of a good thing?”
“I just want to save myself for the other good thing.” My hand reached down to pull his briefs over his hips and with his help, a perfectly hard, uncut cock popped out from its hiding place. I spat into my hand and grabbed his shaft, firmly jerking it up and down, pulling the foreskin over his pink head. He lowered his body over me and groaned into my ear as I worked his cock until little drops of pre-cum fell onto my stomach.
“I’m going to grab a condom…are we really going to fuck out here?”
“Let’s go inside to the air conditioning. I’ve had enough heat for today.” We pried our bodies apart and sheepishly sprinted across the grass to my back door. Cohen stopped to grab a condom from his wallet and joined me inside where I handed him a glass of ice water, fully nude now. His cock bounced around while he chugged half of the glass before pulling me to the couch. He sat down and rolled the condom over his erection, pumping it as his eyes travelled over my body.
“I pictured you naked a lot and I have to say, you are sexier than I could have ever imagined.”
Glowing from his compliment, I moved to the couch and placed a knee on either side of his hips. He spread my lips apart, massaging the wetness around my vulva, and slid his cock inside of me. We both gasped as I lowered myself onto it. It was hitting my inner walls so deeply that I couldn’t help but release a guttural yell as he began to thrust. I swung my hips towards him, brushing my clit against his skin and setting the pace to slow and deliberate. True to form, he was a quick study.
“Tell me what you want, Collette.”
“Rougher,” I panted. His hand made its way to the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of hair while the other hand held onto my hips as he bucked into me faster.
“Ride me!” He smacked my ass with his free hand and I begged him to do it a few more times. We were fucking so intensely now that my tits were slamming into his face and I could tell he loved every second of it. The friction on my clit, the depth of his cock, and the way he took control was too much to handle. I clenched onto his biceps for support as my body tensed and I let the waves of my orgasm build from my lower half through my spine. Cohen swore and moaned as he felt me begin to lose control. The sound of his pleasure at my pleasure brought me to the very edge.
I screamed as I came in his lap, feeling electric currents rush from deep inside me all the way out to my limbs.
“I want you to come in me,” I purred, orgasm still vibrating through me. He looked relieved to have been given permission and all it took was a few more thrusts for his young body to release its pent up energy into my pussy. He smiled and leaned his head back on the couch, catching his breath. We both were covered in beads of sweat and slightly red from spending too long in the sun. After a few moments of lazy cuddling, I got up to run us a shower and find my aloe vera.
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