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Outside of Class	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 2231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Outside of Class
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Outside of Class…

I frantically take notes as Mr. Davis, my Art History professor, speaks without slowing down. Damn! I can’t keep up with him! He’s a good teacher and all, but my brain is faster than my hand, and so is his mouth! I’ve thought about asking him for help outside of class, but I get nervous talking to professors sometimes, they tend to have a reputation for not giving a shit. This IS a small class, though, maybe he WOULD help me…I don’t know. I’m drifting off again, mnd end exhausted from his whirlwind lecture. I decide to just listen; maybe some of the information will stick. My mind begins to wander again as I notice for the first time how attractive Mr. Davis is. I never really looked before because my eyes only saw two things in this class, the slides shown, and my notebook. He doesn’t really look like a professor, I think to myself. For one thing, he’s young, around thirty or so. He has really long, black hair, actually, it’s dread-locked. He wears glasses, but they have a really unique shape, they look really good on him. He wears black a lot; black pants, jacket, shirt. He seems to play with his hair a lot, too; I think it’s cute. I like his little goatee, too. I thought he had a mustache at the very beginning of the semester…oh well, I’m sure that looked good too. I just sit, enjoying my adorable professor with my eyes.

I’m not even listening when he dismisses the class. I blink my eyes suddenly as the main lights in the room come on. As I’m putting my things together, I consider asking him for help, like I had been thinking about. I still have time, he’s still gathering his stuff, I could…oh, I don’t know. Now that I have this new crush on him, I’m really not so sure I can. I decide to see how the next class time goes.

I lay awake in bed after trying to read from the textbook, hopefully to make a parallel between the lectures and the information in the book. I know I should ask him for help. He would know better than anybody…but what if he tells me to fuck off? Professors are not known for their compassion and empathy. Maybe I could explain to him that I have A.D.D., not as an excuse, because it’s really not, but because I need some extra help to grasp all the information he’s throwing at me, and what would be better than going straight to the source? I fall asleep, worried out of my mind.

I’m back in class again. Everything’s about the same as it has been. I initially try to take notes, but I end up watching Mr. Davis again. I decide I need to ask him, I’ve wasted enough time already and I certainly don’t want to fail. I wait until everyone leaves to approach him. I get right up to the small tablethe the middle of the room, right in front of him, and prepare for him to give me a “out of my face, you damn student” look.

“Mr. Davis,” I say with as much confidence I can. I’m very relieved to get a pleasant look from him…not at all what I was expecting, he actually smiles a little. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course,” he says with a smile, like I should’ve known.

“Good…um…I’m having a hard time in here…it’s not you…I actually…Mr. Davis, I have A.D.D….and, I’m really trying in here to grasp all the information from your class, but I get very overwhelmed and frustrated and…”

He looks at me in a very understanding way, which makes me feel much better. “Do you need help?”

“Yes! Do you think you could possibly…”

“Yeah, absolutely. Here,” he hands me a sheet of paper, “it’s my office hours, phone and email. Let me know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, my name is…”

“Courtney, I know. Give me a call or send an email, okay. I’ll help you.”

“Thanks…bye,” I smile shyly as I head out.

“Bye,”smilsmiles at me again.

I walk out feeling much relief, but very hyper from our little encounter. The way he looked at me…was he…? No, surely not. Maybe that’s wishful thinking. That would never happen, only in movies aneesyeesy pornos.

I approach him again after the next class.

“Hey, Mr. Davis, I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch with you.”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that. Is everything okay?” He smiles again.

“Yeah, um…I was wondering…are you busy now?”

“You want to meet now? Okay, come with me.”

I follow him down the halls, to his office. It’s pretty small, there’s really only room for a desk with a laptop and two chairs. He sits behind his desk and I sit down. I show him my notes from class and he looks impressed.

“Damn, I don’t expect anybody to get that much! No wonder you’re frustrated!”

“I don’t know what else to do.”

“Why don’t we go through what we’ve been discussing and you tell me how much you know.”
e goe go thr all all the previous discussions, and I start to feel much better about it. I ask him if I can move the chair and sit next to him.

“Yeah, bring it over.”

I move over by him. We continue. I’m a bit more nervous sitting next to him. He smells great! I look up at him and notice something…he his eis eyebrow pierced…twice! Damn! Could this man be any hotter? I giggle without thinking. He looks at me and smiles.

“Is something funny?”

“No, I’m sorry, I just now noticed that your eyebrow’s pierced. I like it.”

“Thanks.” He plays with his hair and smiles. He meets my eyes and it gets very quiet for a couple seconds. We seem to be getting into a staring contest, because neither of us looks away. I break the tension and laugh.

“How do you get your hair like that? Your dreads, I mean?”

“You don’t even want to know,” he says laughing.

“You’re not from around here are you?”

“No, I’m from California.”

I clear my throat. “Sorry, I got off track, I tend to do that.” We continue our discussion. He starts talking fast again and I start getting frustrated. “Okay, I’m sorry, I can’t keep up with you. I’m trying…really…” I sigh heavily and put my head in my hands. “I’m sorry, Mr. Davis.”

“You’re too stressed,” he says softly.

“I know.” My voice begins to showfrusfrustration. My body tenses up the way it always does when I feel this way. I sigh again, another one of my signs of stress. I close my eyes. “Can we stop for a second?” I start to allow myself to relax when I feel him put his hand on my back. At first it startles me and I open my eyes without looking up, but I immediately welcome his comfort. He starts rubbing my shoulders. I’m so relaxed now, I could almost fall asleep. I don’t know why I do it, but I put my hand on his leg, right above his knee. He doesn’t say or do anything to stop me. I did it almost unconsciously. He runs his hands up and down my arms. I turn and look at him. I look away before leaning closer to him. He catches on and I lean in and kiss him…a soft kiss. I get butterflies in my stomach and I pull back.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Davis.”

He doesn’t let up. He gets closer again. “It’s Jonathan, okay?” He kisses me again, onlyder,der, tongue and all. I get up from my seat and onto his lap, straddling him. We keep up the intense make-out session as he grabs my ass with both hands. He kisses my neck, biting it a little, but not hard. I put my hands in his hair. He pulls back from me to take off his glasses and puts them in a drawer. I’m breathing pretty heavily as he leans over to reach the drawer and his face brushes my left breast. As he turns his attention back to me, he lifts up my shirt and I pull it off. Luckily my bra unhooks in the front. He does that. My breasts pop out at him. Jonathan instantly has his hands, mouth and teeth all over them. I breathe heavier and heavier until I’m moaning a bit. He squeezes my ass harder. I get up and sit on his desk in front of him. He stands in front of me and takes off his jacket. I hop down to sit in his desk chair. He turns around and removes his shirt. I notice he has tattoos. I can’t really see what they are, except the one that says “HIV”. I look at it and run my hand over it.
He smiles.

“It’s not what you think.” I know what he means, I nod. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants and pull them down just far enough in the front with his underwear. He’s not fully hard yet, but he’s close. When I take his cock into my mouth, he gets there quickly. I pull my head back to look at it. It’s big and it looks so good. He pushes the chair against the wall and swiftly removes my pants and underwear. My shoes, being slip-ons, go with them.

“Open your legs,” he says quietly, breathing heavily. I do as he says. He pulls my hips forward to give his mouth access and almost immediately makes me want to cum the second his warm, wet tongue touches my clit. He licks up and down on me there making me want to scream. I hold in, just moaning and sighing deeply. I feel what I think is his finger slide in, but not really deep enough for a finger, but then I realize his hands are at my side. This almost sends me over the top. He’s licking furiously at me and then he pulls back and slides two fingers into me, reaching up and touching that spot long enough to make me want to cum before he stops and says:

“Turn over, baby.”

I slide down and get on my knees in front of him with my back to him. I rest my head in the chair and give Jonathan Davis complete control over my body. I hear him drop his pants and toss them aside. His cock slowly pushes its way into me until it reaches end.end. He’s so deep inside me, it almost hurts. He pulls back and begins at a slow pace. I start moaning quietly. He holds me firmly by my hips as he pumps in and out, gradually building speed, then slowing down again until he stops and tells me to lay on the floor. He positions himself in front of me and pushes my legs apart. He picks right back up and starts fucking me really hard. My sounds of pleasure get louder and I forget where I am, that someone could hear us. Jonathan picks up on this quicker than I do.

“Shhhhhh…someone could hear us, baby. It’s okay. Breathe.”

I wrap my legs around him and breathe quietly, still moaning softly. He slows down ris rises uittiitting on his knees and holding my hips up off the ground and pounding deeply into me.

“Your cunt feels so good, honey…you like my cock deep inside it?” He says, with a hard thrust. “Huh, baby?”

“Yes…yes…uh…” is all I can manage.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” He lowers himself on top of me again, his hair tickling my shoulders, his sweat dripping on me. He picks up speed again and I can’t help but cum. I instinctively cry out as I climax.

“SHHH…” he puts his hand over my mouth and holds it there, which turns me on so much, I feel another immediately sneak up on me. I just keep moaning.

“Did you cum for me?”

“Yeah…”

“Ready for another…”

“Oh, yes…”

“Hold on to me.”

I lock my arms around his neck as he pumps at superhuman speed, like an animal. I start to cum again and he frantically cover mou mouth, knowing I will get loud again. That and his furious pace are all it takes. I cum harder than ever, all over him. He reaches his own climax and cums deep inside me. He falls limp on top of me and catches his breath. I turn my head to get his hand off my face. He finds some strength and gets to his knees. I sit up as he finds his pants and puts them on. I get up to gather my clothes. When I’m back in them, I start to gather my things, not sure what to do. He puts his hand on my shoulder. I turn to him and put my arms around his waist. He rubs my back and the back of my head. He kisses my forehead and brushes the hair from my face.

“I should go. Can I meet with you again?”

“I planned on it. How’s tomorrow, same time.”

“Great. See you then.”

“See you tomorrow.” We kiss good-bye and I leave his office walking on a cloud, already looking forward to the next day.
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