Hard Lessons (Stepbrother Professor Stand-Alone BDSM Romance) by Lora Knightly

Hard Lessons

 
    Jessica sat hunched over a desk with her head in her hands. She was in the university library, scanning her eyes over page after page of equations in her physics textbook. She had an exam in twenty minutes, and she couldn’t concentrate at all. She hadn’t been able to concentrate all semester. But she couldn’t fail the midterm, or the professor would let her have it, both in class and out.
    For Jessica had the rare misfortune of being the professor’s stepsister.
    She lived in the dorms now, instead of at home, and it was her first experience being free of the domineering and restrictive control of her stepbrother, Mitch. When she lived at home, she wasn’t allowed to do anything. It was always work, work, work. And even the few moments she got to herself, it seemed like her stepbrother was always aware of what she was doing. There was no chance to slack off. And there was absolutely no opportunity to
experiment
with boys.
    Jessica, now free to do what she pleased, spent the last few months of her freshman year completely obsessed with sex.
    She was even thinking about it now, if she was honest with herself, as she stared blankly at the letters and numbers of the formula for mass or speed or whatever it was. She had been reading this same line of text for nearly twenty minutes now, her eyes going back and forth, as her mind started to visualize something different—something more appealing.
    Like her RA Ben. Ben had short brown hair and a distracted, boyish face. He also had a thick cock, or so she had heard.
    Before she realized it, she was wet and touching herself under the desk.
    She looked up, embarrassed, and saw that nobody else had noticed. She was seated at a small desk by the floor-to-ceiling window, hidden from the main stairwell by the stacks. There were a few other students studying, all girls, their heads bent down in concentration. It was silent except for the occasional sound of footsteps down an aisle and the hum of the fluorescent lights above.
    Jessica stared out the window for a moment, looking down below. She was on the third floor of the library, and she could see the public park across from the library.
    Crowds of students were huddled at a crosswalk. The wind rustled through the golden and brown leaves of the trees and whipped the hair of the pedestrians. Although she liked the foliage and the smells of fall, she would miss the shorts and tank tops of summer. She’d miss seeing the calves of guys walking down the halls, or staring at boys in gym shorts, trying to look up their pant legs.
    Then she realized she was distracted again and shook her head. She turned back to her book and forced herself to read the formula to herself in a whisper. Her foot tapped and she started to enjoy the sensation. She pushed back the textbook with frustration.
    She was too horny to think. She pulled out her cell phone.
2:15
. Her class started at 2:40. She had time to masturbate if she was quick about it. If she came, she could finally concentrate and start to study. Yes, she decided, that would be for the best.
    She pushed back the chair and its legs screeched against the linoleum floor. A girl a few desks away looked up at the noise, and then back down again. Jessica left the book open on the table and walked casually along the windows until she got to the end of the row. There was a grey door with a pictogram of a woman on it. She pushed inside and let the door wheeze shut behind her.
    These were tiny restrooms. Two small stalls were on one side, and two sinks across from them.
    It was empty. These restrooms on the upper stories were almost always empty. Jessica went inside the far stall and locked the door behind her. Then she dropped her jeans and underwear to her ankles and sat down.
    She was already plenty wet, and it didn’t take more than a few deft touches to get herself fully in the mood. She reached up and touched one of her breasts, imagining it to be a guy pawing at her. Guys had