Forbidden Desires

“He what!” Aiyana exclaimed with bȧrėly contained excitement.

“He told me that he well wants me and wrote me a poem.”

“He is will be a perfect distraction!”

“That’s all it’ll be… even if it is something…”

“Stop it! Nilly Willy wants you. Babe I would want that prime piece myself if I could have it! You are going to forget about that ȧsshole and go in for the moral less literature professor. Imagine him spreading you on the class desk while he recites Dante. Whispering it in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you and calls you his Desdemona… or whatever else.”

Scarlett had noticed mistake Aiyana made. She knew that Aiyana was imagining Mr. Arizona and her together. Scarlett aware that on a very basic level Aiyana ŀusted him. True they were friends now but the ŀust between the two was still palpable. They would never accept it, and yet when no one was looking at them their eyes betrayed the way they looked at each other. She only wished that it was they would ever do. Imagine and look.

“Imagine his British accent grunting over your skin as he spanked you into submission…”

“Oh god! Stop! You’re fuċkɨnġ turning me on!”

Aiyana laughed.

“So what are we wearing tomorrow…?”

“Baby I am back… I missed you…”

Aiyana was interrupted by Chris’ kiss on her neck before letting his head bury itself in the crook of her neck. His arms circling around Aiyana’s waist pressing her firmly against his body, letting her feel his hard arousal. Inviting her.

“You better wear something sėxy. I will come to pick you up for a once over. Now, I have to go. It seems I am finally going to get my ċȯċk.”

“Yes yes you sėx fiends continue…”

Scarlett cut the call laughing. She couldn’t sleep after that. The exact images that Aiyana drew in her mind plagued her until the early hours of morning.

William walked to Sky’s classroom excitedly. His long legs took sure long steps, eager to see his pink pixie. He had previously decided to teach them ‘The Raven’ today but after meeting Scarlett he decided to teach them about ŀust as depicted by old and modern writers.

He laid a palm on the glass pane of the double doors that curtained him from Scarlett. Letting out a sigh as he embraced himself before pushing the door open and entering.

The class suddenly seemed until there was a knock on the door. Two sets of heads peaked in, Aiyana and Scarlett.

“May we come in?”

“It’s seems you girl’s ma…”

Scarlett stepped into the classroom clad in a sundress. William trailed off as if in a daze as he watched her stand in front of her in it. The bodice was tight at her brėȧsts, pushing them together in a way that had them fighting to let loose to his eyes. The neckline low enough to show the gracious cleavage. The line of her pushing brėȧsts drawing images of ŀust to dance in front of his eyes. It lost the tight shape at her waist to flow against her hɨps before ending to just cover her modesty.

She finished her teasing with a pair of high fuċk me heels. She was surely out to kill him. Shifting uncomfortably he motioned the two women to walk to the empty desks in the front row. He was reacting to her and by the smirk on Aiyana’s lips they knew what she was doing.

“Now before I talk about Francesca and Paolo and compare it with well, Anastasia and Christian, and yes I mean the characters of fifty shades of grey because come on ŀust doesn’t get more famous than that.” William chuckled before continuing.

“I want to start this lecture with reciting a poem by Ellen Bass. It’s called Basket full of figs. I know she is more famous God and G spots and Sleeping with you but I find the sensual current in the poem more vibrant than color of sėx she ever painted.”

William’s ocean blue eyes scanned the classroom before inevitably catching Scarlett. The previously tethered heat now untamed. Sparking alive the licks of fire on both their skins. The sensual undercurrent almost palpable in that one look they gave. Unable to move. Unable to look away. And as the undercurrents of their arousal swirled taking captive the entire audience he spoke.

His accent thicker than usual. His voice dropping a few tones, deepening the quality of his voice. Making it sound like a series of groans and grunts.

Bring me your pain, love. Spread

It out like fine rugs, silk sashes,

Warm eggs, cinnamon

And cloves in burlap sacks. Show me

The detail, the intricate embroidery

On the collar, tiny shell buŧŧons,

The hem stitched the way you were taught,

Pricking just a thread, almost invisible”

He eyed her meaningfully now. Letting the voice wash over her skin. Seducing and being seduced by the words that brushed their skin. He watched Scarlett react to him. Her legs clenching visibly under the desk. The material of the skirt rose up ever so little, revealing another inch of flesh.

“Unclasp it like jewels, the gold

Still hot from your body. Empty

Your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it,

Cradling it on my tongue like the slick

Seed of pomegranate. I would lift it

Tenderly, as a great animal might

Carry a small one in the private

Cave of the mouth”

Helplessly she cupped herself through the dress. She knew he could see her because of the desks open design for more leg space. But, she was just as powerless. Her suspicions confirmed by the silence and the twitch of his jaw.

He was watching her. Waiting to see what she would do next. She spread her legs apart, affording him unblocked view of her sėx.

“So, Francesca…” William started again. But, he sounded distracted. His fixed gaze on Scarlett giving away the reason.

“Who can tell me about Francesca and Paolo?”

Aiyana had a vague idea of what was going on under the desk, so she started talking. Giving William an excuse to look in their direction. Not that he seemed to care either ways. He was transfixed, lost.

“Well, Francesca’s story was described in the second circle of Dante’s inferno. When, she has a brief conversation with Virgil and him there. She was married to Giovanni as a means to political alliance. But, her husband was a crippled man. Despite, being married to him she fell in love with Paolo, his younger brother. Paolo too was married to another woman. But, well they were helpless. Sneaking around lost deep in the pŀėȧsurės of the skin. Unable to fight the raging storms of ŀust they had an affair. It carried on for ten years until one night they were caught in the act by Giovanni and he well… killed them…”

William did not say anything. He hadn’t realized the speech was over as Scarlett had shifted the crotch of her thongs aside while Aiyana spoke, a finger beginning to tease her wet sėx. She was goading him.

“The class is over for today. You may go home. Something has come up!” William suddenly announced.

Scarlett immediately closed her legs. Waiting patiently in her seat with Aiyana so as to not look suspicious.