Class Of Desire (Contemporary Romance) Read online

  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 fro
m 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.

  Chapter Six

  Accident

  Lizzy watched intently as Spencer spoke to the class. Unlike her other classes, Dr. Spencer’s class was lively, upbeat and everyone participated in the discussion. Not only did he speak on issues that were in the textbook; he also spoke about other related things happening in the world. A signal that he definitely kept well informed on current news and events.

  She never imagined psychology would be this interesting or perhaps it was just all in her mind. Was her fascination for the course a direct result of her infatuation with the man teaching it? Like most of the other girls in the class, at times Lizzy found herself lusting over this confident, intelligent young man. The added bonus was that he was incredibly handsome as well; his charm and charisma were the icing on the cake.

  “Let’s talk about Sigmund Freud and his psychoanalytic theory. If you did some reading up on it…” Spencer stopped what he was saying as Steffy Jameson’s hand came up. “Yes Miss Jameson, go ahead,” he took a few steps back, and leaned his lower body against the table to the front of the lecture room.

  Lizzy raised a cynical brow at Steffy who was seated a few chairs away from her. In her mind she was absolutely sure the young lady didn’t genuinely have a question. She’d been busy on her phone almost the entire class time.

  “Well I read up on Freud, like you asked and I just want to know whether you…”She batted her eyes lashes in an innocent yet seductive manner.

  “Yes what would you like to know? Remember no question is a silly one, a smart individual always asks questions when in doubt.” a smile touched Dr. Spencer’s lips as he encouraged Steffy to continue what she was saying.

  “Umm. Do you like believe in all what Freud said. Like you know his whole theory about a human’s basic need for sex.”

  The entire class broke into raw laughter, cheered on by the devious little she-devil, Steffy. “Okay quiet down everyone,” Spencer tried to settle the noisy students, with a stern look on his face.

  Deep down, Lizzy was relieved that he didn’t find what Steffy said to be amusing in anyway. She’d grown sick of hearing Steffy and her friends constantly speaking about sex whenever Spencer was around. They seemed to enjoy acting like a bunch of horny teenagers. Weren’t they all past that stage of their life? Maybe not. Lizzy especially hated when they referred to Spencer, as Dr. Superhot. She felt the nickname was very inappropriate although she had to admit that he was indeed, super-hot.

  “I don’t particularly believe in everything Freud said, but I do believe in some parts. However that’s the beauty of psychology, it allows you to develop your own thoughts and theories. Therefore everyone is entitled to his or her own belief or interpretation of Freud’s theories.” Dr. Spencer said as he tactfully answered the question.

  The next hour of class seemed to fly by faster than usual. Soon Dr. Spencer was reminding the class of their mid-term exam scheduled in a few weeks. As class came to an end, Lizzy remained at her seat and flipped through the pages of her text book. After the other students left the room in random order, she slowly rose from her chair and made her way to the front of the classroom where Spencer stood.

  Today she’d worn a lime green maxi dress, exposing ample cleavage. She’d been sure to sit in the front row where Spencer would be able to get a good look at her. Throughout class she spent her time watching him, being careful to avoid making too much eye contact.

  Now as she approached him, she could sense the tension building up between them. However he tried to remain unmoved, with a pleasant smile gracing his face as she came closer.

  “Miss Carter, I didn’t realize you were still here,” he brought his gaze to meet hers, as his blue eyes said otherwise.

  “I just came over to see whether you would give me an idea as to what to expect on the exam”. She clutched onto the handle of her bag, in an attempt to simmer down the nervous feeling brewing in the pit of her stomach. Why was she even doing this? Psychology was the one course she actually liked and she was able to complete the assignments with ease. Yet here she was trying to befriend the good professor, by playing the role of the “confused student”. Was she becoming the horny teenager that she bemoaned about other girls in the class? Only time would tell but right now she decided to live in the moment
.

  There was a little hesitation on his part, as if he was unsure as to whether he should respond to her question.

  “I won’t tell anyone you told me,” Lizzy teased, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she awaited his reply, gently rocking back and forth on her heels.

  “Really,” he arched his brow. “So you won‘t get me in trouble,” he grinned. Taking his navy blue jacket off the back of his chair, he threw his hands into the sleeves and adjusted the collar. He looked like a well-dressed business man.

  “Well okay, if I have your word.” his eyes lit up, he lowered his voice as if he were telling her a secret. “Ensure that you study chapter 1 - 3, and pay special attention to the history of psychology in America.” he finally added. He gave her an extended wink, since these were the same instructions he had given the rest of the class.

  She smiled back at him and just as she was about to thank him, a loud vibration distracted her. Looking to Dr. Spencer, she realized that it wasn’t his phone. Immediately she began searching the pockets of her bag until she found the device. The number was unknown, but as soon as she heard the voice at the other end of the line, she knew something was terribly wrong.

  “Oh my God…What hospital are you guys at now?” Lizzy was hysterical, her fingers trembling as she threw the phone back into her bag and got ready to rush out without even saying good bye.

  Spencer noticed the sudden change in her mood and he too grew concerned. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s my son, he just had an accident and fractured his arm,” she answered rushing out the door.

  Spencer hastened his steps to meet her, offering to give her a ride to the hospital. His SUV was parked in the school’s garage on the other side of the road and as she waited for him to pick her up, as a series of terrible thoughts flooded her mind. Was she being a selfish mother for leaving her children at home while she went back to school? What if he was seriously injured? Maybe it was more than just a fractured arm?