I waited until everyone was out of the classroom to talk to Mr. Hudson. I had some questions that only he could answer for me.

"Mr. Hudson, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." He looked up at me.

I walked over to his desk. "Um... I don't really know how to start this, but I have a couple of questions that I was hoping you could answer."

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Okay. Ask away."

"If I wanted to," I sighed and looked at the floor, "please a man, how would I go about doing that?" I started to pick my nails.

"Wait, what?"

I shook my head, "Never mind. I shouldn't have asked." I started walking towards the door.

"No! It's fine that you asked, I'm just trying to get a better understanding of the question."

I turned on my heel. "Like, if I wanted to use my mouth...," I trailed off.

"You mean, give a blowjob." I nodded shyly. I just couldn't look at him. He typed something into his computer. "Come here." I walked around his desk to stand next to him.

He pointed at his laptop to a picture of the anatomy of a penis. My eyes widened and he laughed. "It's hard to explain without a visual." I just nodded.

"Okay, so all guys think it's cool to go all the way down and pretty much choke on it. But, you don't necessarily have to do it all the time. See, right here," he pointed to the tip, "this is the glans and it's a sensitive area. Focusing on that with your tongue is important. Also, eye contact is sexy. Some guys will guide you through what they want you to do, or just use your hair to control your movements." He looked up at me and I nodded, getting flustered. "Any other questions?" He leaned back again and I couldn't deny he looked good.

"Um," I began, "how do you do what you do with your hands?" He chuckled and a held fist over his mouth. "Ugh! Never mind," I said looking away.

"I'll answer, just give me a second. It's hard to explain without actually doing it. You know."

"Yeah," I paused. "I mean you could do it." I met his eyes. It looked like he considered it for a second.

"No, we can't."

"Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean that we can't." He just sighed and looked down. I knew he wanted it, but morals were getting in the way. "Look, can I be completely honest?"

He nodded. "You were right. I do strive to be perfect. And quite honestly it's tiring." He looked up at me. "That's not to say that I want to completely go off the rails and stop getting good grades or get drunk and high at parties. But, I finally realized what enjoying something in the moment is vs just trying to accomplish something. It felt good, not just physically but mentally as well. I loved the fact that I was doing something that I know I shouldn't have been doing. And I don't regret it. And I want more of it." He just sighed. "Did you not like it? You can be honest. I know I'm probably not as experienced as your wife."

"No! I loved it. I can't deny that. And I understand what you mean about enjoying it mentally as well. I liked the fact that I was doing something that would piss my wife off. The physical feeling was just a bonus."

"So, we shouldn't stop."

"I'm your teacher, Lydia."

"Exactly, so just think of it as you teaching me. You're preparing me for the future." He let out a small laugh. "Or don't even think of it like that. Think of it as a stress reliever or you getting back at your wife," I pleaded. "I can't keep saying 'this has to be the last time,' when I don't want it to be."

He thought it over for a moment then patted his desk, "Sit." I sat down in front of him. He placed both his hands on my waist. "Take off your jeans."

"What?"

"Do you want me to show you how I use my hands, or not?"

I nodded my head and stood up to unbutton my jeans. Mr. Hudson gently pulled them down observing my legs. I slid my legs out and he pulled down my panties and laid them in his lap. I sat back down and rested my feet on top of the desk spreading my legs.

"You ready?" I nodded my head. He placed his thumb on my bud and gently played with it. I let out a small moan and he smirked. "First, I start by rubbing your clit, to tease you and get you more aroused. But it seems like you don't have that problem, seeing as you're already wet." He slipped his index finger inside of me while still playing with my bud. "Then I slip one finger inside of you and curve it, while still rubbing your clit so you feel pleasure in two places."

He continued to move his finger in and out of me slowly until he added another one and my moans increased. I threw my head back. "Then I add another finger just to get you going even more. And then when I feel the time is right, and I'm feeling starved enough from watching you moan in pleasure, I go down on you."

He flicked his tongue over my folds, keeping two fingers inside of me and my moans got louder. I covered my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. I was starting to reach my climax when he started to move his fingers even faster. I laced my fingers through his hair.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," I breathed out.

I reached my orgasm, but he didn't stop. I hated the intensity of the feeling but loved it so much at the same time. I tried to back away from his lips, but he wrapped an arm around my thigh to hold me in place. He moved his fingers even faster. My legs started to shake. He disconnected his mouth from my body and I grabbed his wrist.

He looked up at me, "Then I just keep going until I feel like stopping because I love watching you squirm. I love watching you not be able to control yourself."

"Fuck!" He moved my hand and placed his mouth back onto my folds. "I can't- take it- anymore." He didn't stop. "Fuck! Stop. Stop!" He finally moved his head from between my legs, looked back up at me, and slowed his fingers down until he completely pulled them out of me. I tried to catch my breath.

"And that's how I use my hands," he said, making quotation marks with his fingers. I laughed and grabbed my panties from his lap, slipping them on. He placed his fingers in his mouth and tasted my cum. "Delicious," he smirked.

"Can I test out your theory now?" He raised his eyebrows in question. "About giving head."

He just smiled. "Go for it."

I left my jeans off and got down on my knees. I looked up at him as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, to see him looking down at me while biting his lips. I pulled down his pants and saw his hard imprint through his boxer briefs. I took it out and realized that his package was much more intimidating at eye level. I looked back up at him and he licked his lips.

I licked my lips and looked back down at the target. I held it, stuck my tongue out, and ran it up his member. He groaned and leaned back in his chair. I put the whole thing in my mouth but knew I wouldn't be able to go the whole way without choking or gagging, but I tried my best. I remembered what he said about focusing on the tip and I swirled my tongue around it.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned. I was proud of myself that I made him say that. I took him out of my mouth and spit on it. I jerked him off in a circular motion before going back down on him.

His phone rang but I didn't stop going.

"What?... What do you want?" I looked up at him, seeing him try to resist letting out a moan. He looked back down at me and smiled. I was enjoying myself a bit too much, but I'm sure he didn't mind. "Whoa! What? Why wouldn't you tell me in advance? ...No, there's not a problem." He hung up. "Lydia," he looked at me. "Get under the desk. Hurry up."

I crawled under the desk and he threw my jeans at me. He pushed his chair under to hide his lower half from whoever was coming. Not even a second later I heard the door open.

"You can't just come to my work without letting me know beforehand, Victoria." I covered my hand over my mouth in shock. "What if I was in a meeting or a parent-student conference?"

"Sorry, won't happen again." I could hear that she wasn't close enough to be able to see me.

I looked up to see Mr. Hudson's little friend was still out. If you really wanted to be bad, Lydia, now is your chance. I crawled up a bit, grabbed his length, and shoved it back into my mouth. I started to Bob my head up and down and I could feel him tense up as he cleared his throat. "What do you want, Victoria?"

"I want to talk. I know what I did was wrong but we can get through this. We should talk before you decide to do anything irrational."

"I wouldn't say filing for divorce is irrational. But, if you really want to talk, shoot." I just knew from the way he sounded that he was smiling. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and started to control my movements.

"I just want you to know that I regret what I did. I know I shouldn't have done it and I know that it hurt you." She paused. "But I don't think we should get a divorce. Do you know what people will say? I mean how do you think this will make us look."

Mr. Hudson pushed me down to the bottom of his shaft before I had to tap on him to let me up before I choked and made too much noise.

"I noticed how you never gave one apology in your whole statement. You also never said that you wouldn't do it again. And if that's the only reason that you don't want to get a divorce, it's making me want to divorce you even more. We both know that if I cheated on you, even after I know that you cheated on me, you would've been pissed. You would've manipulated the situation into all the guilt being placed on me." She didn't respond. If my mouth wasn't occupied, I would've laughed at the irony.

"Tori, I went to Stanford and I taught at Harvard. That means I'm not stupid. You don't love me and I don't love you. I don't care what you say. I'm not staying with you. You can leave now."

"But-," she began.

"Goodbye, Tori."

She huffed and I heard the clicking of her heels as she walked out of the door. I heard the door close.

Mr. Hudson started to thrust himself in and out of my mouth. He groaned out a "Fuck!"

He pulled my head up and off him. He backed his chair out from under the desk and stood up. I crawled out from under the desk and stood up to see him locking the door. He walked back over and leaned down to kiss my lips before he sat back down in his chair.

"Turn around and get on top of me." He got his wallet and pulled out a condom.

"I've never done that before."

"I know. You said you wanted me to teach you, right?" He slid the condom on himself.

I could see he was angry. I knew it was at his wife and not me but I couldn't help but be intrigued at how it would affect his mood during sex. It made me excited, yet nervous. I turned around and he moved my panties to the side and inserted himself inside of me causing me to squeal and flinch a bit.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair again and pulled my head back. "Ride me," he whispered into my ear.

I bit my lip and started to move up and down increasing in speed as I did so. He wrapped an arm around my front and started playing with my bundle of nerves again. They were still sensitive from earlier and I knew it wasn't going to take me long to climax once again.

"Say my name," he growled.

"Mr. Hudson," I whispered.

"Louder," he pulled my hair back more.

"Fuck, Mr. Hudson!" He started plunging into me harder and faster. The pleasure was immense and I didn't want it to end.

I closed my eyes and moaned louder. I started to tighten around him as a wave of pleasure came over me. My legs automatically locked together and started shaking as he continued to grind his hips against me. A couple of seconds later he slowed as he reached his climax as well. I collapsed on top of him and rested my head on his shoulder, none of us bothering to move.

Eventually, he patted my side, "Get up. I gotta take this condom off." I giggled while getting off his lap. "What?" He looked back at me and smiled.

"Nothing. Can I call you Daniel now?"

"What? No."

I sat on top of his desk and crossed my legs into a pretzel. "Why not? Your friends wouldn't call you Mr. Hudson."

"You're not my friend, you're my student." He buttoned his pants back up and sat back down in his chair.

"I might as well be. I've heard about your marital problems. Students don't hear about those, your friends do. It's also called 'friends with benefits', not 'students with benefits'." I picked up a pencil that was next to me and started fiddling with it.

"Fine, but not in class and not when we're having sex."

"So then this isn't the last time?"

"We would both be lying to ourselves."

"Good to know," I nodded and paused. "Are you really gonna get a divorce?"

"What's the point in staying with someone who doesn't treat you with respect or love you? I don't even know why I married her in the first place."

"Did you ever love her?"

"I did... for a while. I wasn't ready to marry her though. I just did it because everyone else said we should. It just seemed like the next step. But I always knew she didn't love me. We had been dating for two years before we got married and I had already fallen out of love before the wedding. I knew she was the type to cheat too. I don't know why I went through with it."

"I get it."

"Says the one who's never been in a relationship." He looked up at me.

"My dad cheated on my mom." I started picking at my fingernails. "When I was seven he just left. He didn't care that he was leaving behind a child. All he cared about was himself. At least you didn't have a kid. If you did, she would've wished Victoria were dead. I know from experience."

"Death is a strong thing to wish upon. Are you sure about that?"

"Positive. I don't know much regret." I looked back down at him. His eyes were piercing into mine. "Fine. I wish he were rotting on a sidewalk, homeless, alone, poor, and unhappy." I looked back down at my hands.

"You shouldn't hold that much hate in your heart. It'll explode eventually."

"I don't hate him. I just strongly dislike him and I never want to see him again."

He grabbed my hands and pulled them apart to stop me from picking my nails. I looked at him and sighed. He pulled me down from the desk and into his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple. I immediately relaxed. It felt comfortable. It felt right.

He picked up my hand and looked at it. "Stop picking your nails all the time," he smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Okay, Daniel," I joked.

"I don't like it."

"Well get used to it." My phone buzzed. It was my mom. "I gotta go." I slipped my jeans back on and walked towards the door but turned around before I walked out. "We could both use a lesson on not doing things because we're told they're right." With that, I walked out.