Postgraduate Studies

"Is that who I think it is?"

Georgia's friend Allie pointed across the café. The woman must have been ordering something complicated, judging by the concentration on the barista's face as they entered it into the iPad. The woman's back was turned to Georgia and Allie, so they could only see the shining black hair cascading down to her waist and the rings glinting under the fluorescents. Georgia blushed at memories too indecent for 9 a. m. on a Saturday morning.

"There's no way," Georgia argued, "but, hey, my taste hasn't changed too much."

Georgia let her eyes linger on the woman. There was no way. Georgia hadn't run into any professors since finishing college -- she lived on the other side of town now, and she wasn't usually a people watcher, so she wouldn't have seen them if they did cross paths. Allie was always pointing out interesting people and drama transpiring at other tables, so Georgia didn't have to waste time doing it herself. But Allie hadn't even met Marina, only seen her Instagram one night when Georgia had gotten a little too drunk and spilled the entire risque tale while using Marina's profile as supplemental materials. "Imagine you had a professor this hot, and she fucked you during office hours," Georgia had exclaimed, waving her phone in Allie's face.

The woman paid, and when she turned around to scan the cafe for a seat, her eyes met Georgia's. It was Marina, looking like she'd barely aged, and she was smiling. A secret, small smile. Georgia's expression must have reflected surprise, but she smiled back, trying to put every ounce of warmth into her face, begging to any power above that Marina would walk over to them.

Marina hesitated though, eyes flicking to Allie, likely not sure what she was walking into. Georgia shot out of her chair and crossed the distance between them. She didn't know what to do then. Do you hug? Do you shake hands? Suddenly, she was doubtful again, reliving an imposter syndrome that had been missing for awhile now. And, like back then, Marina was all cool confidence. She reached out and clasped Georgia's hand before kissing her on the cheek.

"It's good to see you again," Marina whispered.

When their eyes locked together, Georgia knew Marina's thoughts must be in the same place. Wandering hands in the dark office, those hands over each other's mouths to keep quiet. Georgia's skirt pushed up around her waist, and Marina's warm breath between her thighs. The rest of the semester had been spent in aching desire, only fueled by averted eyes and awkward smiles, never once sated. In fact, in the years since, Georgia had imagined all outrageous scenarios in which she could reconnect with Marina, and the fantasies occupied significant real estate in her head. Georgia hadn't been able to admit it to anyone other than Allie, who delighted in that kind of secret.

"How are you?" Georgia asked, trying to mimic a confidence that usually came naturally.

Marina's eyes were practically glittering, and she hadn't let go of Georgia's hand. "I'm doing very well, thank you. Are you here with your partner?"

Georgia shook her head. "No, a friend. Just a friend."

The words stumbled out, anxious and pressured. She didn't want to leave any ambiguity, and her intent was so clear that Marina didn't ask any follow-up questions. Instead, Marina squeezed her hand.

"I wish I could stay, but I just bought coffee for the department. Let me give you my number," Marina said.

Georgia agreed, and plugged the number into her phone.

Before she turned to pick up her order, she squeezed Georgia's arm. "I'll see you soon."

Georgia slid back into her seat, almost winded from the exchange, and watched Marina walk out the door with two full drink carriers. Allie was bug-eyed, whipping her head between Marina's retreating form and Georgia's bright red face.

"You're going to fuck her," Allie said. It wasn't a question, but a delighted observation.

Georgia raised her eyebrows and shrugged, some of her confidence returning. "I sure hope so."

That night when she was laying in bed alone, Georgia's thumbs hovered the keyboard, unsure of how to word the message she wanted to send. Finally, she settled on something simple.

Would love to see you again - Georgia.

Typed, reviewed, sent -- all without hesitation. After the fact, Georgia spiraled a bit, throwing her phone onto the blankets and then picking it up again eagerly to check for a response. It was a little late, nearly eleven p. m. Maybe Marina was asleep, like a sensible adult. Right as Georgia was about to give up hope, the phone pinged with Marina's response.

Absolutely. More than want - need to see you. x

They texted back and forth the next day, all small pleasantries and schedule checks, until they decided that they would meet that Thursday evening. Marina's final text on the plans sent a thrill through Georgia.

Meet me at my office? Then straight to the bar, I promise.

The meeting place was so suggestive that Georgia giggled with delight. There was no question in her mind - she was going to hook up with Marina again, a long-awaited reunion that she never actually thought would happen. It wouldn't be in the office, not again. The stifled desperation that had exploded between them that night was certainly still present, but Georgia had patience, and higher standards. She wanted a bed, or at least a couch. She might settle for a car. The bar bathroom would be acceptable, but only for foreplay.

On Thursday evening, Georgia struggled to decide what to wear. Something similar to her old style, a suggestive callback to their first rendezvous? Or, something more mature? In the end, she settled on seductive -- a strapless black dress that fell to her knees. She tied her curly red hair into a loose bun and chose a silver necklace that landed perfectly at the base of her throat. She was pleased with what she saw in the mirror -- not the cocky co-ed, but the moderately successful graduate. Not a little thing for Marina to worry about breaking, not the weak link in a messy encounter.

Allie insisted on dropping Georgia off on campus, eager to be part of the gossip for later. As Georgia climbed out of the passenger seat and straightened herself out, brushing down the dress and tucking a loose ringlet behind her ear, Allie beamed at her.

"You're stunning, you're gorgeous, you're going to get your brains fucked out oh my GOD."

"Mom, you're embarrassing me!" Georgia joked with her hand lingering on the door frame.

"You're doing the Lord's work and I'm living through you. Godspeed."

Georgia rolled her eyes and shut the door, waving goodbye as Allie drove off. She looked around at the campus, lush and green in the early evening light. Summer was in full swing, the campus was quiet with only a few students milling around, and everything around Georgia felt warm and inviting. Being back on campus brought with it a sweet sense of nostalgia, which morphed into anticipation as she got closer to the School of Engineering and Math.

Intentionally, she followed the same path she'd taken back then. There was something ritualistic in her approach this time. If she took a different path, would she get different results? She knew she didn't quite want the same experience, but she was chasing the same feelings, lingering in the memories much like a luxurious bath or a rich dessert. What luck to have seconds.

There was a front desk attendant, this time with the summer air of boredom. She was watching a show on the computer, and got startled by Georgia's arrival.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you come in," the attendant said.

She was probably the age Georgia had been last time, and Georgia didn't know what to do with that information beyond wonder what professors the girl was enamored with, if any of them would take her up on it, and if they'd do it in a sleazy way or in the deft and cautious way Marina had managed it.

Georgia greeted her, letting a hint of charm through. "I just walked in, you're good. I'm just here to grab Marina, can I...?"

As she gestured to the corridor, towards the offices, the attendant nodded fervently. "Oh yeah, of course."

"Thank you."

Georgia knew the attendants eyes lingered on her as she walked towards Marina's office, so she let her gait stay fluid, almost dancelike. When she arrived at the threshold, Georgia leaned against the open doorframe and spoke just loud enough to be heard.

"Are you ready?"

Marina looked up from the cluttered desk with a bright grin to match Georgia's. The professor was wearing glasses, which she peeked over the rim of before clearing her throat at the sight of Georgia.

"Almost, I promise. Come in."

Marina finished typing something into her laptop as Georgia did a cursory sweep of the room, trying to ignore the feelings sweeping through her. Not here. Nope. Marina clicked something and shut the laptop, leaving the two women just appraising each other, and clearly approving of what they saw. Then Georgia came and sat in front of Marina, perching just barely on the edge of the desk. Not here. She had to tell it to herself over and over, or she'd end up begging for it.

Marina put her hands on Georgia's hips and looked up, seeing her playful expression and shaking her head in disbelief.

"You've changed, but not too much," Marina observed.

As Georgia gave taunting movements of her eyebrows, Marina stood up, letting one of Georgia's legs press between hers. She leaned in and stroked the side of Georgia's neck delicately, whispering in her ear.

"I can't count how many times I've thought about you on my desk."

Georgia pressed her knee forward into Marina. Not here. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing Marina's jaw. "We don't have to get a drink," she murmured.

Marina laughed lightly, leaning down to kiss Georgia's cheek. Always the cheek, Georgia noted irritably.

"Not like last time," Marina chastised. "Slow and steady."

Not here! Not fueled by anxiety and the erotic threat of being caught. No, Georgia had promised herself better.

"And not here," Marina said wistfully, stepping back and pulling Georgia away from the desk.

Even though she was glad to hear the words, Georgia pouted. She was being pulled between two desires. One, to give themselves time and space to really enjoy it. Two, to get bent over the desk and fucked by her old professor. Georgia's hands trailed along the wooden surface, perhaps more needy than Marina, but equally wistful.

"I have a desk at home," Marina promised, wrapping an arm around Georgia's waist.

The attendant gawked as the pair left the office, still pinned together at the waist by Marina's surprisingly strong arm. Marina waved her free hand, rings glittering in the light.

"Good night, Erin," Marina said.

It was only a short walk to the bar, and Georgia was already revelling in the proximity to Marina. After their hook up, despite the intention to see each other again, neither had made the move. Georgia had finished the class with an undeserved A, and she hadn't caught a glimpse of Marina since the end of that semester, five years ago. Nowadays, things were going well for both of them -- Georgia was working for a publisher, one of the rare success stories from her English graduating class, and Marina had gone on loan to Bryn Mawr to teach linear algebra.

"Did the Bryn Mawr girlies have more game than me?" Georgia asked, a teasing petulance to her voice. "I bet you were a hot commodity."

Marina shook her head. "No, no. I told you, I don't normally do that kind of thing. I did have a fling with an adjunct for a moment, but then I came back here and we let it fizzle out."

If the intention was to make Georgia feel that their hookup had been meaningful, it had landed just right. "You don't have a partner now?" she asked delicately.

"No, not a partner. I'm not completely unattached, but we're not together. Lovers, mostly. She knows I'm with you tonight." It was part question, wondering if that was still okay with Georgia -- who hadn't ever asked the first time.

Georgia nodded, earnest in her nonchalance. "What does she think of that?"

"Oh, she thinks I'm way too old for you, and obviously the context doesn't cast a great light on me either, but she did google you and gave sort of a... reluctant acknowledgement that there's nothing I could do to resist your wiles. She compared you to a siren, but then she sort of backpedaled because it didn't acknowledge the power dynamic, and then she said I was like the fisherman who successfully captured the siren, then she said I was the siren... I don't know, she's a social worker."

A burst of laughter escaped Georgia, and a blush tinged her cheeks. "She's overthinking it, maybe?"

"Well, I'm glad you and I are in agreement on that."

They found a quiet corner booth at the bar, and Georgia was pleasantly surprised when Marina returned with their drinks and slid right into the booth next to her, their thighs pressed together. Georgia sighed contentedly, sipping her drink and leaning into Marina.

"So, why did we never hook up again?" she asked quietly. She wasn't normally self conscious, but it had been a rare occasion on which she'd wondered what had been so off-putting.

Marina put an arm around Georgia's bare shoulders, letting her hand rest just next to Georgia's chest. "I couldn't bring myself to do it again while you were a student, honestly. It wasn't my best judgement call. Hot? Definitively. Responsible? No. I put my career on the line for that, and frankly I put your wellbeing on the line. It just wasn't... Oh, I don't know. Despite everything, it went so perfectly that I couldn't bear to test it again with such high stakes."

"It seems different for you now," Georgia observed, her hand slinking to Marina's thigh.

"Well, when I saw you at that cafe... It's been awhile, things are different. And I am weak." Clearing her throat as Georgia's hand tightened on her inner thigh, she added, "Very weak."

Marina downed the rest of her whiskey sour in one long gulp and then watched with amusement as Georgia downed her own fruity little cocktail. Georgia's eyes traced over Marina and then to the bathroom, lingering suggestively until Marina took the hint.

"Here?" Marina asked doubtfully, looking around. The bar was too nice for it to be acceptable, and not nice enough for the bathroom to be clean.

"Not here," Georgia argued, "but if you want any privacy when I kiss you."

"I don't," Marina whispered.

"I'm gonna kiss you like, a lot though."

"Oh, I know."

Georgia tilted her head up and Marina touched her neck, her jaw, her cheek -- pulling her in close. It reminded Georgia of their first kiss, heady and desperate. They lost track of time like that, Georgia gently biting on Marina's bottom lip, Marina kissing her more forcefully in response. When they finally broke apart, Georgia was a little breathless, and her lips had taken on a brighter shade.

"Do you want another drink or...?"

"Please don't make me wait any longer," Georgia laughed.

They could have walked the twenty minutes to Marina's house, but Georgia called the Lyft herself. In the back of the car, Marina had her arm around Georgia once more, and Georgia sat as close as possible, her hand dancing on Marina's leg.

It was a small house. Marina explained it was a one story with two bedrooms as she unlocked the door. Then, she let the door swing open and stood by so Georgia could walk through first.

Georgia made the appropriate noises of approval, but she was trying to rein in her enthusiasm. Marina had been going on and on about her ambivalence about their dynamic, and Georgia was here, in Marina's home, particularly delighted to find it was exactly what she would imagine for a professor. Cozy came to mind. The surfaces were artfully disheveled, the bookshelves extensive and filled to the brim. Leather furniture with brass tacks and natural wood, dim lighting. The scents of vanilla and cedar filled the air. Marina offered her a quick tour of the living room and kitchen, and showed her the tiny dining nook before leading her down the hall, past the bathroom, and towards the rooms.

Marina chose one of the doors at the end of the hall, and stood in the doorway while Georgia caught up. It was the home office, and it was clear Marina only intended to show the room to Georgia as part of the tour, but Georgia slipped past her and circled the room. Marina didn't turn on the lights, and Georgia wondered if the other woman was also walking the line between old and new. The room was sparsely furnished, with a couple of art pieces and a potted tree in one corner. The desk was bigger than the one at the campus, and the wood was a dark grain with a shiny, cherry stain.

"Oh, now this desk. This is you."

Marina laughed. "I did pick this one out, yes. The office one came from the surplus storage."

Georgia hesitated, then turned towards Marina and walked back to her, pressing herself close. She bit her lip, not even to be seductive, but out of nervousness.

"I don't want you to think I'm like, fetishizing you as a professor, but..."

Marina rolled her eyes. "Oh, everyone fetishizes professors. We're the secular equivalent of hot priests."

"The sexual equivalent of hot priests!" Georgia quipped.

Marina, laughing, gave Georgia a gentle push towards the desk, until Georgia was backed up against the cool wood. When Georgia didn't sit on the desk, Marina smiled knowingly, as if she could see exactly what Georgia wanted, and was going to give it to her. Marina removed her rings, tucking them in her pocket, as she looked Georgia up and down.

"Come on, then. Turn around," Marina teased, swatting at Georgia's butt as Georgia giggled and did what she was told.

Then Marina was pushing on Georgia's back gently until Georgia was bent over the desk. "Is this what you want?" Marina asked gently, a murmur in Georgia's ear.

"Please," Georgia said.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

Marina pushed Georgia's dress up to her belly and moved her lacy underwear aside. Georgia was already wet, she'd been turned on since getting to Marina's office on campus, but still Marina took her time, gently rubbing close to Georgia's clit and then carefully dipping just barely inside her. When Marina realized how ready Georgia was, she laughed again -- just a little, quietly.

"Georgia, how much do you want me?" Marina asked with genuine curiosity.

Georgia turned around just enough to look at Marina without standing up. Her expression was serious, but she was pleased to see Marina's was too -- it seemed like Marina almost doubted Georgia's attraction, her desire, and was almost mystified by the clear evidence of it.

"Very badly," Georgia replied matter-of-factly, as if it was obvious. "Please."

There was a little spark in Marina that Georgia recognized. She'd seen it before -- when Marina could let down her guard, opt against reticence. Her own desire, unlocked and in control.

Georgia smiled and returned her cheek to the desktop with a satisfied grin.

Marina's fingers stroked her once before pressing into her, just two of them, curved a little as they moved in and out. It was more urgent than Georgia had expected, and she moaned quietly, pressing herself into the desk. Marina leaned over, putting one hand on Georgia's shoulder as she fucked her.

"I thought you said you were loud?" Marina said, that oh-so-familiar teasing lilt to her voice. "I remember that vividly."

As she said it, she pressed her fingers into Georgia firmly. Then Georgia was loud, just once, letting out an involuntary gasp.

Marina didn't speak for a little while, and it was obvious she wanted Georgia to fill the silence. Still, Georgia's moans were quiet, reserved. Marina's tight grip moved to Georgia's hair, pulling the curls while continuing to fuck her.

"God, Georgia, you're beautiful," Marina murmured.

Tension was building in Georgia, but as soon as she sensed it, Marina did too, and then the hands, which had previously been the source of pleasure, were pulling Georgia away from the desk. Georgia turned back to face Marina and their lips met as Marina held her close.

They kissed and fumbled their way to the bedroom. Georgia had to pull away only to admire the room, wide eyed at the quality of the furniture and the sheer cleanliness of this room in particular.

"It's immaculate," she said as Marina stood behind her and undid the remaining clips holding Georgia's hair in place. The ginger curls went spilling down her shoulders.

"Apparently you sleep better if you're surrounded by less clutter," Marina replied absentmindedly, unzipping the back of Georgia's dress and giving it a tug so it fell to the floor. Her hands trailed down Georgia's bare back to the hem of her underwear, and then they were dropped to the ground as well.

Georgia turned, her face mere inches from Marina's. She didn't want to be the only naked one. Last time, they'd barely taken off their clothes at all. They hadn't been able to see each other in the darkness, and everything had been so rushed. While that eagerness was still bubbling up between them, it seemed to be taking a turn towards intimacy. Georgia felt that she'd gotten something out of her system, letting Marina bend her over like that. Now, they could take their time.

Marina undid her own belt and slid it off, letting it drop to the ground. Georgia stepped in, helping Marina out of her shirt and the sports bra beneath, then pushing Marina gently towards the bed, as Marina had pushed her towards the desk. Georgia had liked this effortless give and take of control with Marina the first time, and hadn't been able to replicate it with any other sexual partners since.

With Marina reclined on the bed, Georgia took her time, kissing down Marina's neck and letting her tongue linger around the side of her breast, her nipple. She unbuttoned Marina's pants and pulled them off as deftly as she could manage before she pulled back and stood over Marina. Marina was leaning back, resting her weight on her elbows. Her hair pooled around her in a waterfall of salt and pepper, and she was now naked with the exception of tight black boxer briefs.

"You're definitely the siren," Georgia said, holding her hand to her own cheek and sighing in admiration.

Marina let out a laugh and quickly sat up, leaning forward to grab Georgia and drag her to the bed as Georgia began to laugh too. Marina was on top again, her hair hanging around them, and she leaned in to kiss Georgia. At first, it was slow and deep, radiating passion. Then, like always with them, it devolved into urgent, needy attempts to get closer. Marina's crotch grinded into Georgia's thighs as they kissed, and Georgia wrapped her arms around Marina's neck to keep her close. There was a tiny part of Georgia that knew this wasn't going to be a one night stand. Not if she could help it.

When Marina finally came up for air, she pulled away, and Georgia pouted a little until Marina was standing over the bed watching her. They were both a little breathless.

"Is this a bad idea?" Marina asked. It seemed to be coming from a place of shock, maybe having realized the same thing as Georgia -- this didn't feel all that casual.

Georgia dropped her head back to the blankets and sighed with frustration. "Stop overthinking it, please."

Marina kneeled at the end of the bed, pulling Georgia by the waist and kissing up the inside of her thigh. Back in motion, but still trepidatious. "Are you sure?" she asked Georgia.

"I'll remind you I was on the precipice of coming on your desk. Did you develop a kink for edging since I last saw you?"

Marina kissed the other thigh, her hands still resting on Georgia's waist. "No."

"I don't believe you," Georgia sighed.

"Well, I'm only saying it's not a new thing. Last time I was preoccupied with the time constraints."

"Are you seri--."

Marina clamped one hand over Georgia's mouth, and started to penetrate her with the other. Georgia mumbled something under Marina's hand until Marina let her speak.

"Just saying thank you," Georgia shrugged.

"Come on then," Marina coaxed, twisting a nipple between her fingers. "Can you come for me?"

Georgia nodded, and it seemed Marina was going to give it to her, so maybe the edging thing was a joke, after all. In the comfort of the bed, Georgia felt a sense of safety. It wasn't long before she was moaning, as loud as she had promised she would.

"You're close?"

"Mmhmm," Georgia confirmed, arching her back a little to press into Marina's hand. "Please."

Then, Marina stopped moving. She withdrew her hands, and Georgia fell flat again, her mouth wide open in disbelief. "Oh my god, so rude!" she joked, starting to sit up.

Marina might have pushed her back down, but Georgia was taking the reins again and pulling Marina into the bed until they sat facing each other. Georgia straddled Marina's lap, leaning in to kiss her neck and enjoying the obvious reaction. Marina's hand snaked back down between Georgia's legs, and this time Georgia was subtle, oh so quiet, until she was very, very close. She knew Marina would deny her this one too, but she clenched her hands in Marina's hair, and Marina moved her hand with renewed urgency as Georgia gasps became frantic and she let the sound escape her throat, and when she finally came she let herself be so loud that it was a little theatrical. It seemed only fair to reward Marina's good behavior.

"Don't stop," Georgia begged, but Marina was withdrawing her hand without another word.

Marina leaned forward until Georgia was on her back again. "I'm going to make you wait for the next one. Can you be patient for me?"

Georgia nodded demurely, reaching down to touch Marina. She snaked her fingers under the band of the underwear, grinning at the catch in Marina's breath when she found the right spot. Marina closed her eyes as Georgia's hand moved in tiny, lazy circles.

"I missed you," Marina said, her voice catching.

She rolled over to pull Georgia on top. Georgia smiled, tenderly pushing Marina's hair back with her free hand. The younger woman trailed kisses down Marina's chest, lingering at her collarbone and her breasts, all the while smiling. Marina seemed to relax at each touch; all tension had left her body by the time Georgia reached the waist.

Georgia had to pause to remove Marina's underwear, grateful as Marina lifted her hips to make it easier. Then Georgia's hands were back to work, and her mouth too, kissing Marina's thighs, and then delicately teasing with her tongue. She debated making Marina wait, teasing her in retribution, but Georgia got far more satisfaction from the power that came with making someone cum, rather than the power that came from withholding. When Marina's breath started to become staccato, and her hips moved to meet Georgia's mouth with that oh-so-familiar desperation, Georgia kept at it. It was the first time Georgia had really heard Marina come -- her moan soft and low, filled with relief. Marina's hands reached down, searching for a handhold and pulling Georgia towards her by the shoulders. Georgia kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck. Marina was a little breathless, watching Georgia with endless desire in her eyes.

Georgia fell to lay beside Marina, tucking herself in the crook of Marina's arm and resting a hand on Marina's chest. "I imagined this," she whispered. "Often."

"I can't count how many times I've come for you in my fantasies," Marina replied.

"You're perfect." Georgia's finger traced circles around Marina's nipple.

Marina laughed, shaking beneath Georgia. "Quite a compliment from you."

Georgia rubbed herself against Marina's thigh. "Will you fuck me again?"

Marina nodded. "Still going to make you wait, though."

"I'm counting on it now."

Marina climbed out of bed to retrieve something from her bedside table. She waved it to Georgia wordlessly to gauge her interest. Georgia's enthusiasm spiked and she couldn't hide the flash of desire from her face as she nodded in response.

"Oh, do you like this?" Marina teased as she adjusted one of the straps. "Come help me?"

Georgia kneeled on the bed in front of where Marina stood, reaching out to help fasten the last strap of the harness. Marina gently guided her towards the strap, and Georgia licked her lips at the last second before it was in her mouth, the familiar taste of silicon reminding her of the last time she'd let someone fuck her with a strap. She looked up at Marina, surprised to see the warmth in her face. Marina's thumb stroked her cheek.

"I still can't believe you're real," Marina said.

Georgia stood up and wrapped her arms around Marina's neck. They kissed, a brief and soft exchange, before their equilibrium shifted to Marina's control again. Her gaze was hungry and dominant, and it made Georgia want to give everything to Marina. To be everything.

"Are you going to be good for me and wait until I tell you to come?"

Georgia nodded again. Marina smiled and pushed Georgia away so that Georgia fell onto the bed with a little gasp. Marina's strap was pushing at her entrance and then slipping inside with boyish, frantic need. Georgia gasped, hands clasping the sheets, and Marina was everywhere, all at once. Her mouth nibbled at Georgia's neck, then her nipples. Her hands grabbed at Georgia's hips and tangled in her hair. Georgia was moaning uncontrollably, each touch making her louder. She felt somewhat delirious from pleasure and hardly realized she was making noises, until she was begging for Marina to let her come.

"Please, can I...?"

"No, not yet," Marina said, continuing to pump in and out of Georgia in long, fluid strokes.

"Please, I don't... I can't..."

"You're being very greedy for someone who's already come tonight."

Even as Marina said it, though, her hands were stroking the side of Georgia's neck and moving down along her breasts. Georgia shivered from the sensation.

Georgia's voice was a desperate whisper. She didn't realize the words were about to spill out until she said them. It was so quiet that Marina only raised her eyebrows and placed a hand on Georgia's clit, using the other hand to prop herself up as she leaned over Georgia and whispered back.

"What was that?"

Georgia writhed under Marina's touch. She couldn't tell if Marina was upset, or if it had worked. She only knew she wanted to say it again, and she wanted -- needed -- it to work.

"Please, professor."

Marina laughed and rolled her eyes, but she didn't stop fucking Georgia. Her pace increased, and she kissed Georgia again, with such intensity that Georgia knew they were both admitting something to each other, somehow accepting their natures. Even far removed from their first time together, there was a part of them that could not let go. Their attraction had started in that cramped little office, student and professor in the dark, when all they knew was the risk.

Marina was telling Georgia to come, and then Georgia was coming, crying out with relief and pulling Marina into another kiss. It was only a small kiss, something intimate and tender to temper the desire still echoing between them. Marina fell to rest beside Georgia, tracing patterns over Georgia's belly.

"You're so rude for not letting me come on your desk," Georgia muttered in a dazed, humorous tone.

Marina sat up to lean on her elbow and look down at Georgia. A tiny smile tugged at her mouth. "Please note that I barely made you wait at all tonight."

"Twice you pretended like you were going to let me come. Twice!"

"That's just teasing. Next time, I'll be more resistant to your insistence and I'll make you wait longer."

"Longer than five years?" Georgia asked with mock dismay.

Marina leaned in to whisper, her lips brushing Georgia's ear. "I promise I won't ever make you wait that long again."