Chapter 4 The Prof (2)

• Plink.
• Kara awoke to the odd sound. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the time. She'd gotten about two hours of sleep.
• Plink-tink.
• There it was again. What the heck? She pulled herself out of bed and went to the balcony. She was fully dressed this time, a precaution she had taken earlier just in case the police had shown up at her door, and ended up falling asleep in her clothes. She peered outside and discovered Neighbor Guy standing just below her.
• She smirked in amusement. "Are you throwing pebbles at my window like some horny teenager?"
• He laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. I would have buzzed your door but I didn't know which one it was."
• She grinned. "2A."
• * * * * *
• A few moments later, he stood at her door. His heart pounded, seeing her this close, looking her in the eyes, and actually talking to her (or trying to, anyway).
• "Hi."
• "Hi," she answered.
• "I'm Nate, by the way."
• "Kara," she replied, smiling, before realizing that he was still standing in the hall. "Come in, please." She headed toward the counter behind her. "I think I'll make coffee. Want some?"
• "Actually, coffee sounds great right now. Thanks." Nate swallowed once and shifted his weight to the other foot. Unsure of how to begin, he got right to the point. "Listen, I just wanted to thank you. You probably saved my life tonight." He added a little humor to the last part but he felt it was not too much of an exaggeration.
• Kara laughed. "Nah. Saved you from a severe ass-kicking, maybe." She looked up from her coffee-making. "What possessed you to wear green tonight anyway? Not that it made it okay for him to threaten you, but..."
• "It wasn't green! It was more of a green-grey, really. I just borrowed it for the walk home. I left my jacket in a friend's car."
• Kara shook her head and grinned. While the coffee brewed, she studied him. She had expected things to be much more awkward between them, but it wasn't like that. She felt comfortable near him. Warm. Folding her arms over her chest, she said, "Thanks for stopping him from filming me, by the way. Having a video of me out there would have been... bad. Like, life-ruining bad."
• Nate just smiled like it was nothing. "You're welcome."
• *
• The two of them spent the next hour or so on the sofa, talking like they'd been friends forever. They sat turned in toward one another, with only a foot or so of space between them. Kara was curled up on one knee. Their shoes were somewhere under the coffee table.
• "I can't believe I missed glow-in-the-dark bowling with you guys. Actually, I just can't believe you've been bowling with Chris and Jules and I haven't. She mentioned a Nate before, but I never realized that was you. How have we not met before now?"
• Nate laughed. "You're the one who admitted you work too much." He glanced at a decorative clock on the wall. "Oh wow. Is it really five?"
• "That looks right," Kara answered, double-checking the time on her phone.
• "I should probably go," Nate said. He knew he should get up, but his body didn't move.
• "Yeah." Kara didn't move either. She was too busy thinking about how she wanted to caress the stubble on his jaw.
• Nate's gaze focused on her full, rose-colored lips. They were right there. It would be so easy to just taste them. He leaned in. She didn't pull away. Their lips touched, just brushing lightly at first, but it didn't take more than two seconds for the connection to become more passionate. The instant her tongue entwined with his, it went from a good-night kiss to something with far deeper intent. The more they kissed, the more they realized they didn't want to stop.
• Kara moaned softly into the kiss. She needed this, needed him. Her hand moved from that strong jawline and into his hair while the other held his firm shoulder. She delighted as she felt his hands reach around her waist and pull her close. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt and slowly traveled up, caressing her back.
• I'm here. I'm here with her and she's perfect. I can't believe she wants— Nate's complete intoxication at her touch was suddenly shaded by guilt, as he recalled the hidden side of their relationship. He couldn't do this. With no small amount of effort, Nate gently broke off the kiss.
• "I can't," he breathed. "I'm sorry."
• "What's wrong?"
• "I —"
• Kara moved back to where she had been sitting originally and sighed. "You have a girlfriend."
• "Huh? No. Nothing like that. It's just..." Inside his head, the needy, selfish part of him screamed in protest. No! What are you, crazy? Don't tell her! Wait until after your 10th anniversary dinner and the kids are in bed!
• "I've seen you. Before tonight, I mean. I can see everything that goes on in your bedroom."
• Kara stared at him and pulled back involuntarily. "What?"
• Nate winced at her shocked expression, but went on. "It's that glass door. That tree doesn't hide the view from my bedroom. I can see right between the branches."
• Kara blinked, suddenly confused. "Wait, what? No, that can't be right. I don't get undressed anywhere near there." She got up from the couch and opened her bedroom door. "Look. I stand here and change and that door is way over there. There's no way... ohhhh." She bit her lip.
• Curious now, Nate followed. He stepped into the bedroom and followed her gaze. "Ohhhh."
• He was surprised to find that her bedroom was flipped around from the way he expected to see it. There, on the far side of the room, was a floor to ceiling mirror on an old built-in closet. It was an older building that had been renovated at one point, with multiple rooms closed off to form single apartments. The owners must have thought the room needed a decorative touch. What was not immediately obvious is that someone across the street, at just the right height and angle, would see pretty much everything. Suddenly, her nightly exhibitionism made sense.
• Kara watched the reflection in the mirror as she backed up. She walked backwards until she was seated at the end of her bed. "I take it that's your bedroom window."
• Nate sat down next to her on the bed and looked in the same direction. "Yeah."
• She felt her breath quicken and tried to fight it, which only made it worse. Kara wasn't sure if it was excitement or terror or embarrassment she was feeling right now. Maybe all three.
• "So you've... watched... me."
• "Yeah." Nate was thoroughly ashamed at this point, though he was also glad to confess his sins. It was freeing.
• "Have you watched me... um... touch myself?" She almost couldn't bring herself to say it. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she glanced questioningly at him.
• Nate's breath tightened. "Yes." His cock twitched involuntarily and he silently cursed his body's natural reaction.
• Kara said nothing. It was clear by his response that he'd really enjoyed the show she had put on. She wondered how many times he'd seen her. Then, with her gaze still down, she noticed him shift the way he was sitting ever so slightly. Was he getting hard right now? To her surprise, Kara found she was also feeling certain areas grow warmer. And wetter. Yesterday, she might have been shocked and offended at the idea that he'd been watching her without her knowing. But tonight she was a different person. Tonight, she had stood on the side of a building and let a bunch of perfect strangers stare at her bare body. And she had enjoyed it. Now, the idea that Nate had secretly been watching her pleasure herself was making her wet. As far as she knew, she had never been someone's fantasy. A new feeling dawned in her now: she had to know how she made him feel. More than that, he wanted to see it for herself.
• "Did you ever touch yourself while you were watching me?"
• Nate blinked at the question. The way she asked it, he could almost imagine she wanted him to. Tentatively, he answered, "Yes."
• Kara turned slightly toward him. "And did you ever fantasize about me? I mean, me doing things to you? I want to know details."
• Nate felt the heat rising in his face. His cock was hard now, straining against confinement in his jeans. While he put his answer together, Kara's hand slid down to caress his growing bulge through the thick fabric. He answered, "I... imagined lying back on your bed while you went down on me."
• "What did I have on?"
• Nate breathed shallowly, trying and failing to keep his heart from pounding. "Nothing."
• Kara stood up and peeled her shirt over her head. She did it with care this time, fully aware of his gaze on her. She shook her hair out once it was free. She continued to look him in the eyes as she unhooked her bra and revealed her full, pouty breasts. Lastly, she wiggled out of her jeans and underwear and dropped them aside. She stood still for a moment, allowing him to enjoy her sublime nakedness. She then reached out and pulled him up to help him out of his clothes.
• Kara was pleased to find he looked even better with his clothes off. She ran her fingers down his chest. It was pleasantly defined without being too muscular, had just a faint amount of wispy hair, and tapered nicely into his waist. His cock stood erect, ready for her attention. His pubic hair was untrimmed at the moment, but she wasn't about to complain. Kara smiled as she stepped forward and gently pushed him back on to the bed. He positioned his head up by her pillows and she followed, crawling into place between his athletic legs. She took his eagerly jutting cock into her hand.
• "Like this?" she asked, innocently seductive.
• Oh god. This is happening. She's real. "Yes," he breathed out.
• Kara bent down and gently wrapped her lips around him, which immediately caused him to groan in pleasure. She savored the soft feel of his skin, warm velvet over solid rock, and slowly ran her tongue up and down his shaft. She moistened her lips on him and began to suck as her hand stroked him in the same gentle rhythm. Her troublemaker gaze glanced up every so often to see his reactions.
• He tried to watch her, wanting to see his cock disappear into her mouth, but he couldn't hold himself up. Finally he just let his head fall back on to the pillows and closed his eyes. "Oh, god, Kara..."
• She smiled to herself as he gripped the sheets under her attentions. Her pace quickened just a little as she felt his body tense beneath her. Long, intensely sweet moments passed as she continued to pleasure him. Eventually, he cried out, unable to contain his voice at the nearness of his climax. His hips flexed harder under her. She slipped her free hand between his thighs and lightly stroked his sack. That did it — he came hard as her lips and tongue pulled him free of his exquisite agony. She sucked his cum and licked her lips.
• Nate collapsed. He thought he might pass out. Somewhere in his haze, he was sure he was smiling. Kara crawled up further on to the bed to join him. His arm automatically wrapped around her and pulled her against him, sweat and all.
• "God, that was... amazing."
• Kara just grinned and closed her eyes as she laid down against him. She ran her fingertips idly over his chest and traced along his collarbone. Eventually her fingers wound their way over to his nipple, where she made a tiny circle.
• Nate laughed and jerked at the overly sensitive tease. "Ha! No."
• Kara laughed with him, then before she knew it, he had flipped himself over and she was under him. He pressed the length of his body along hers and gripped one side of her ass in a gentle massage. His brought his mouth forcefully to hers and slipped his tongue inside, recalling their earlier, heady kiss. As he pulled back, she looked into his eyes. She wondered what the gleam of mischief in his own meant.
• "Your turn."
• Kara stretched languidly and smiled. "Mmm. Yes, please."
• "Down here," he said, beckoning her to the foot of the bed. With caring hands, he helped position her so that she was flat while her legs draped over the end.
• She didn't realize at first why he thought to position her in such a way, until she caught a glance of the mirror and remembered. She bit her thumb and half hid a smile as she flushed with newfound shame. God, the things he must have seen. And yet, she felt a certain thrill in the pit of her stomach as she imagined him being driven crazy with lust for her unobtainable body. Well, unobtainable until now.
• He ran his hands softly down the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart just a little more. His tongue found her sex and licked up and then down again, just barely grazing her clit whenever he reached it. He did this with a teasing slowness that made her writhe in terrible need. She whimpered as the tip of his tongue teased her lips apart and tasted between them before plunging in, slowly fucking her with it. He pushed his tongue in and pulled out with little curls and flicks of the tip. She fought the urge to grab his hair and instead reached over her head and grabbed whatever parts of the rumpled bedding were still in reach. She would go insane before he finished, she was sure. She had never needed a man's tongue on her clit as badly as she did right now.
• "Please. I just... ohhhhh. I need you..." She never finished her sentence, as her thoughts were interrupted by his warm tongue finally, and very satisfyingly, circling her clit. She felt his hand move from her thigh, then a finger slide deep inside. He pumped his hand in time with his tongue's caresses, bringing the tip of his finger up to rub inside where it was most sensitive. Her hips undulated to encourage his strokes. She bit a pillow and half moaned, half screamed into it, trying not to wake the whole neighborhood with her yearning. It didn't take long before her whole body convulsed through a powerful, rolling wave of pleasure. She rode it out, loving every involuntary shudder and the way her vaginal muscles contracted around his digit. When he finally withdrew, she was left with that strange feeling of being both sated and empty. Afterward, she just laid there for a while, smiling to herself and not wanting to move.
• Kara heard Nate walk over to the bathroom and return and, with much effort, she eventually did the same. Neither of them spoke. It was all they could do to crawl back into bed. They did so like it was the most natural thing in the world. He laid back with an arm around her and she curled against his chest. Nate mustered the energy to pull the comforter around both of them. Kara merely made a soft, happy noise of approval.
• * * * * *
• "I'm really hungry." Nate's voice was still throaty and he hadn't moved from his sleeping position yet. They had shifted at some point in the night to sleep face to face, her hand in one of his, his upper arm around her waist.
• Kara moaned, tiredly this time. She was not awake. She did smile, though, remembering who was in bed with her and why.
• "Big stack of pancakes," he murmured, eyes still closed. After a long pause, he added, "Bacon."
• Okay, maybe she was a little bit awake. Kara's laugh was half muffled by the pillow. She turned over and looked at her phone (which was dying — she had not had the presence of mind to plug in last night). "It's 12:17."
• "I'm sure there's someplace happy to sell us breakfast at the ungodly hour of slightly-after-noon."
• * * * * *
• Almost an hour later (it had taken a while for Kara to clean herself up to her satisfaction, and Nate had stopped into his place for a change of clothes) the two of them sat across from one another in the booth of a local diner.
• Nate rested his chin in his hand and his elbow on the table. He watched, entertained, as Kara dipped a forkful of pancakes into a combination of maple syrup and runny egg yolk.
• Kara glanced self-consciously at him, smiling around her mouthful. "What?"
• "Nothing. I just like looking at you."
• "Yeah, I learned that last night."
• Nate laughed nervously and touched his lips with his tongue. He looked out the window rather than around the diner to see who might have heard that.
• Kara grinned. "I wouldn't mind if we did this again sometime." It was a saner thing to say than the first idea that popped into her head, something like, oh god, oh god, please fuck me every night like a wildcat for the rest of my life. She was reminded that they had still not gotten around to fucking properly.
• "I was hoping you'd say that," Nate answered, trying to sound cool and even-tempered, but inside, he could tell he was already developing these crazy, primal feelings of ownership. She was his, damn it. He had visions of himself standing over her, caveman club in hand, ready to fight other males for the right to mate her. Fortunately, Nate's habit of focusing on his thoughts from the outside, an observer in his own brain, kept his stupider notions in check.
• Kara picked up her coffee mug. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?"
• Nate frowned. "I actually do have some work to get done. Hopefully I'll be finished by this evening." He left the end of his sentence hanging as a hopeful question.
• "Ten-ish?"
• "Ten sounds good."
• * * * * *
• Late that evening, Nate sat in his darkened room, finishing up the last of the microbe growth tables taken the day before yesterday. He worked without worry this time, finding himself pleasantly in the zone once he started.
• Out the window, a light across the street came on. Something clicked in Nate's brain. He glanced at the time. 9:57pm.
• He moved the blinds aside and peered. Kara was in her bedroom. This time, she undressed slowly, like she was on stage. She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off one shoulder, then the other, and finally revealed a lacy red bra that enhanced her already stunning cleavage. Nate didn't remember seeing that one before. She reached back and unhooked it, freeing her breasts and casting the garment aside. Her jeans were next, and she wiggled her ass as she pulled them down. This time, though, she left her panties on. They were the same red lace as her bra. Kara then strutted forward, disappeared, and then reappeared in full view at the glass door. Real Kara stood behind the glass this time, not her reflection. She smiled directly at Nate's window for one shining, lingering moment, then turned out her light.
• Nate smiled knowingly to himself and shut his laptop.