Chapter 54

She smiled wickedly as she pulled up her shirt and revealed her breasts. That was all it took and I leaned forward instantly, putting them in my mouth and sucking on them ardently. She shivered and sighed, clasping my head. In spite of, or just perhaps because of, our location, I found myself getting a raging erection very quickly once she placed her hand on my crotch and began rubbing.

“Do you want to take me here on the desk?” she whispered as she rubbed her breasts in my face. “Or over by her window?”

I picked her up and carried her to the window, where we hastily pulled down one another’s pants and undergarments. I whirled her around and pressed her against the windowsill, which she leaned forward on and presented her ass to me, her eyes flashing with need.

“Give it to me, Alex,” she said, her voice betraying her need. “Fuck me hard and fast and give me your cum…”

I pressed the knob of my cock against her already wet pussy and slid in, neither of us willing to wait. She moaned as I entered her and arched her back. I gripped her ass cheeks as I began pumping back and forth inside her, the two of us looking to cum as quickly as possible together. Thank God the drapes to her window were closed. Our panting breath echoed around the dim office.

She pressed back against me hard, grinding her ass in circles while she gripped the ledge. She squeezed my cock with that practiced expertise I’d come to expect from her now, a shameless and thrilling devotion to mutual pleasure for both her and her partner. I slid in slow at first but then strongly at the end of my thrusts deep inside her, a technique I’d heard about and always wanted to try and Alexa seemed like the perfect lover to try it with.

Without warning, Alexa now threw open the drapes and then resumed clenching the window ledge, allowing the bright daylight in and displaying the open campus beyond. My eyes went wide at her reckless audacity, but I was too far gone to react to it either- I simply kept fucking her, needing to cum with her.

My mother’s office window faced a swathe of campus that was seemingly empty at the moment, so for now we seemed to be in no danger of being spotted, but the intense thrill remained. If anyone did look up, what would they see? I’ve no doubt they’d see Alexa, an insanely hot young blonde getting fucked in the window, but by whom? Could I be seen? If questions were asked, could Alexa simply say that she found a hot boy she liked and dragged him into my mom’s office to fuck him?

And where was I during all this insanity?

The question became moot as Alexa jammed herself back against me suddenly, grinding as hard as she could and groaning, her pussy muscles clenching me like a vise. I shuddered and pushed into her, reaching under and squeezing her breasts as I came, filling her hungry tunnel with my cream. We pumped against one another wildly for several seconds before relaxing and standing still. She leaned on the window ledge and sighed deeply several times before looking back at me and smiling.

“There, was that so bad?” she asked, winking.

“Not at all,” I replied, wiping my brow. “I hate to interrupt the moment, but I’d better go get us some drinks to cool down with. Don’t want to explain why we’re all sweaty and smell of sex.”

“Good point,” she agreed as I pulled out of her and we both pulled our underwear and pants back up. “Go find us something cold and I’ll air this place out and try to look industrious.”

I nodded and trotted out the door, leaving it open to avoid arousing any further suspicion. I bought two fruit smoothies from a cafeteria a few halls down and then returned to find Alexa had opened the drapes fully and also the window, allowing the fresh air and sunshine to pour in. She was also watering the plants with water from a cup. She smiled cheerfully and took her drink before shooing me away to sit in one of the large stuffed chairs in the corner.

Maybe twenty minutes later, mom walks in, accompanied by dad and another professor. Mom smiled at seeing her sister hustling around the room and then looked pointedly at me.

“So you left my little sister to do all the work while you just sat on your throne and looked on, your majesty?” she asked, clearly unimpressed with my lack of chivalry. “If your father ever did that, I’d have him stuffed and mounted in the old taxidermy hall.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, but you’re married. I didn’t ask Alexa to start reorganizing your office.”

Alexa smiled brightly. “I just figured that you were working so hard on grading papers that maybe you could use some help tidying up. And to be fair, I did tell Alex to sit down and stay out of my way.”

Dad laughed. “Allie, he’s never gonna be in trouble as long as you’re around, you’re like a walking ‘Get Out Of Jail Free’ card for him. He’s the only nephew you’ve got, there’s no need to play favourites. That and Karen’s head may explode at this rate if he doesn’t get in trouble about something soon.”

“Don’t worry, dad,” I quipped. “If anyone can find a reason to get me in Dutch, it’s mom. She’s resourceful.”

Mom shot me a look.

“And at least we now know where Alex gets his love of caves from,” Alexa added, looking around. “Honestly, Karen, when was the last time you opened those curtains?”

Dad laughed loudly while mom blushed before coughing and introducing the person accompanying them. “Allie, this is Professor Jan Marais from the liguistics department. Alex, you remember Professor Marais, right?”

I nodded. “I’ve took his Indo-European Root Languages class, it was great.”

“Thank you, Alex,” he said in flawless English but with a hint of an accent I had come to recognize as Afrikaans. “Miss Blackwell, your sister has intimated to me that you share your nephew’s talent for linguistics and speak several languages aside from English.”

“Yes, professor,” Alexa said, nodding. “I’ve been told I have some skill in language and I do enjoy it, along with history and general anthropology.”

The professor smiled, seemingly pleased. “The genetic capacity in your family is obvious, then, since you have such similar talents and interests. That being said, and with your imminent acceptance to our institution, I was hoping I could make a proposal to the two of you.”

“Get up, Alex,” mom said, trying to not make it sound like too terse a command. “Listen to what he has to say.”

I nodded and went to stand with Alexa, actually intrigued by what the professor was suggesting.

“It may came as no surprise to either of you that the Linguistics Department, while held in esteem for its contributions, is one of the smaller ones and can be a little… disorganized. We have four professors and three part-time professors. We saw a surprising influx of students this past year and they generated an immense amount of paperwork. We are still busy grading papers and are falling behind rapidly.”

We said nothing yet, waiting for him to get to the point, something Language professors are notoriously bad at.