His White Luna

Christian Mathews

She was a goddess, but if she was human, her body looked like it was carved by gods. It wasn’t just the figure, her curves, the way her arse and hips swayed when she walked, it was how she held herself, composed herself, projected her aura into every room she walked in.

“Mr. Mathews?”

She was confident, smart, athletic, beautiful, man did I want to fuck her brains out. I wanted nothing more that to thrust my cock into the back of her mouth and down her throat. Make her gag and cough at my length, to make her beg for me, to capture her mind, body and soul with pleasure that only I could give her.

A youthful voice snapped my from my fantasies, “Mr. Mathews?” the student repeated.

“I’m sorry Joanna, I just got lost in thought,” I said, drawing my eyes away from the class wall of my office, pulling my gaze from the shapely ass of Dr. Forrest as she flicked through a book in the library.

“That’s okay,” she murmured, blushing and entwining her arms in one another, pushing out her chest.

“What can I help you with today?” I said, looking her up and down, admiring the short length of her skirt and the tight-fitting top she had chosen to wear, I could almost make out the lace of her undergarments.

“I was hopping to get an extension for my research essay, my mother had to go into hospital on Saturday,” he eyes feel to the floor as she fidgeted.

“Of course, Joanne, I’ll give you another week. Don’t stress about it, if you need more time or if anything goes wrong, do not hesitate to let me know. My office door is always open for a talk if you need it.” I offered her a kind smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mathews,” she said, looking back up at me, her eyes had glazed slightly with tears, making her vibrant blue eyes sparkle, contrasting her sweet, plump lips. “I best be going, I have class in a few minutes.”

“Of course, I hope your mother’s health improves,” I replied, offering her another smile and looking back down at my computer. My cock twitched as I let my gaze look back up at Dr. Forrest, whose finger were now tracing the books slowly, as she read the titles, clearly looking for a particular book.

“Don’t even bother Christian,” a male voice said, once again interrupting my fantasies.

“Don’t bother with what?” I asked innocently, looking at the voice – a male co-workers who leaned against the door frame.

He sighed and smiled, closing the door behind him and sitting down in one of the arm chairs in the corner of my room. He put his feet up on the coffee table and scrolled through his phone aimlessly.

“Don’t bother with what?” I repeated.

“Alice, or Dr. Forrest,” he sighed looking up and me.

“I have no idea what you’re on about,” I lied.

“Don’t be a dick Christian, I’ve know you my whole life, she’s not interested.”

“Just because you struck out, doesn’t mean I will,” I whipped, glancing back at Dr. Forrest as she bent down and pulled a book from the lower shelf, her arse curving perfectly in her tight pencil skirt, the fabric stretching over her muscles like a second skin.

“Oh yeah I got nothing,” he laughed, “but so has every other guy I’ve seen try to get some.”

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, he was also admiring the view. Bless who ever arranged the staff offices around the library with glass walls. “What do you mean Josh?” I queried.

He cracked a smile, “She moved here about two years ago now, someone high up got her PHD application, not that she needed to pull stringers, all of her work is impeccable.”

“Who got her in?”

“I’m not one hundred percent sure about that, but rumours talk about her ex getting her in here. Some attractive guy used to drop her off and pick her up at campus when she was doing her PDH.”

“So she in single?”

“I think so, she used to live on the East Coast, went to some prissy little University over there. Then her ex picked her up and dragged her to the other side of the country and made her enrol here, apparently.”

“I still wanna tap that,” I replied.

“She turns everyone down mate, I’m telling you, you’re no different.”

“So what, she just ’an independent woman who ain’t need to man’?”

“Yeah pretty much,” Josh said shrugging.

“Do you think she’s still boning her ex or something?”

“No idea man.”

“She’s gotta have someone!”

“Maybe us West Coast guys just don’t live up to the East Coast men she used to know.”

“What about her ex? Surely he’s from around here.”

“I dunno, never saw him around after things with them seemed to end. Maybe he lived more in land and rurally.”

I let out a grunt as Dr. Forrest walked from view with several books piled in her arms.

She was gorgeous. Like an angel, her hair fluttered around her waist and she wore a tight white dress, she walked through the library, looking into each office as she went past. Without thinking I walked up to her, captivated by her beauty and flawlessness. I was sure she was not student; she must have been a model.

“Hi, can I help you?” I asked, “you look a bit lost.”

“Oh,” she said, looking me up and down, “I’m looking for my friend, Alice Forrest. She’s a professor here.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll show you to her office.” I said gesturing to the other end of the library.

“Thank you so much!” she said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Can I ask how you know Dr. Forrest?” I said, trying to probe into the relationship these two attractive women had.

“She’s a very good friend, we grew up together,” she replied.

“That checks out,” I laughed, “I thought you weren’t a student.”

Her brow furrowed, “you looked a little too lost in our library,” I said, quickly defending myself.

“Angel?” Dr. Forrest asked, standing up from behind her desk, seeing the beautiful woman behind me.

“Hey, Al,” the beautiful woman said, opening her arms.

“Oh my gosh,” Dr. Forrest said, rushing out from her office and embracing her friend. “You haven’t changed a bit,” she remarked, squeezing her friend who hugged her tightly back.

“Thank you Christian,” Dr. Forrest said, “I assume she got lost and you led her here.”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a slight blush flush across my cheeks.

“It was a pleasure to meet you,” I said holding out my hand to Dr. Forrest’s friend.

She untangled herself from Dr. Forrest’s arms, a hug I would have done anything to be in the middle of, “Angelique, and the pleasure was all mine,” she said, shaking my hand with her own soft and sweet smelling one.

Offered them a smile, and turned away, returning back to my spot in the library where I sat under a pile of books. I adjusted the boner that had grown in my pants and thanks the heavens that I’d remembered to put underwear on today, other wise I might have poked someone’s eye out.