I Drive His Truck He's a professor- about to be my professor! It'll be my second year of college and his class is my last class of the day. He's a family friend but not a close one, just the friend you'll smile and wave at in the grocery store or on the street. I came back after my first year at a college that was out of state. I had only a scholarship for the first year and took it to expereince anything else. When I had arrived home I was in deep need of my own car and my mother wanted hers back. Steven, their friend, my soon to be professor was selling an old pick up truck for pretty cheap. I needed a car damn bad so I wasn't about to be picky. I took my moms car and headed right over to check it out. I've never been the nervous type, like my dad, I was stern and to the point. But as soon as he opened the door I couldn't really find my tongue. He opened the door and his baby blue shirt was unbutton just a little exposing some of his chest hair. He was wearing glasses that was sitting on the bridge of his nose. He looked at his watch and then leaned out the door looking from side to side. "Are you alone? Where's your father?" He asked, staring at me over the brim of his glasses "Ye-yes. He's still at work, so I came myself," He just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "They told me you were selling a pick-up. I came to look at it if that's ok. I'm sorry I didn't call you before." He was really looking at me now, it was a hot summer this year and I was in short shorts and a low tank top. "It's out back," he held the door open for me to pass. My shoulder brushed against his chest and he immediately sucked in his breath. "Oh no. I hope I dont stink," I thought trying to remember if I even put on deodarant. I felt him close behind me, and I just kept walking afraid that if I stopped he'd be right up against me. "To the left." he pushed on my right shoulder to steer me left and I didn't want him to take his hand off. I came to the screen door and you could see the truck. It was blue like his shirt, definitely a bit rusty. I stepped outside and walked straight up to the truck. He was watching me check it out or was he checking me out? Probably didn't think I knew a thing or two about cars. "Can I test drive it?" "Do I need to come with?" "I'm a big girl," I cut in. He was smiling and studying my face, "Okay, let me go get the keys." He didn't move though, still looking over my face. He wasn't just smoking hot, he was gorgeous. I don't know how my parents knew him because he was definitely younger than them. He had to at least be in his late 30's. When he came back out with the keys he stretched out his hand with them in his palm. As soon as I grabbed them his hand closed around mine and my breath hitched. His eyes were burning into mine and I felt nailed to the ground. "I know your father, so be good." I was flared and pulled my hand from his. I'm not a damn child. Who the hell does he think his is. I jumped into the truck and slammed it shut. He was still looking at me and I could feel my cheeks burning. Fuck! It drove nice for the most part. It had the old truck smell and I was in love. Only had the front seat and the big gear shift. The radio only played two stations but it worked! It didn't need any work and it ran. It would do. When I got back he was leaning againsg his front door. I felt a pull in my groin and my cheeks immeditaly started to burn as if he knew. When I hoped out he stood up straight and was definitely looking me up and down now. Humph. "How much?" He smiled, "Just fifteen hundred, I need it out of my yard." "How about a thousand?" "Are you trying to hussle me?" Now I smiled, "No, if you want her gone so bad you'll take anything." He stepped closer and my smile dropped getting serious now. "Deal." He turned and started walking inside just before turning around, "Coming?" I only had two classes my first day and by the end of my first class it was pouring outside. My truck was parked further away from my second class so I decided I would run to my astrology class hoping it wasnt raining after class ended. I was soaked and the classroom was empty when I got there. "Class is cancelled." He sounded annoyed and was hunched over his desk. "Steven?" I said almost gasping, still out of breath from running there. His head shot up and he moved his glasses up over his nose, "Carmen, are you ok?" He stood up and walked over to me. I finally looked down and realized how wet I was. I was wearing a white shirt and bralette. You could see my nipples perfectly purtruding through my shirt. I could smell his cologne before I even realized he was in front of me. He was looking at my chest and I felt the pull in my groined again. He met my eyes, "uh do you need a shirt?" He said a little too obvious. "Can I just wait here till the rain stops?" His eyes were buring in to mine again, "yes, you have my class?" I smiled, "I guess I do" Looking at my smile he smiled too, "That's nice," "That I have your class?" "Your smile," he walked back over to his desk and leaned against it. "Hows my truck doing?" "My truck," I corrected him. "The gears seem to be sticking but other than that its good." "You can bring it by later tonight. I'll take a look at it." He was hot right now, yummy. I dropped my bag and started to walk over to him. His eyes were burning in to mine again. Just as I was within reaching distance some girls bursted in. "Uhh is there class?" Steven was still staring at me. "No, it's been cancelled." One of the girls looked at me and back at Steven and back again before walking away. The rain was drizzling now or so it looked running off the roof of the building. "I should get going," he walked over to me and tucked my hair behind my ear. "I'll be over later, if you still want to look at my truck." "Mhm." Was all he said and I slowly stepped away, grabbed my bag and left. I let out a breath as if I was holding it in the whole time. Once I got home I got out of my wet clothes and showered the rain off. I couldn't stop imagining his eyes. They were green with flecks of gold in them. Those glasses he wore framed them perfectly. He was my professor, I immediatley shot every erotic thought I had of him out of mind. I sat outside his house for what seemed like an hour before walking inside. I had to constantly tell myself he was my professor. That I was strictly only there for him to look at my truck. When he opened the door he was in a clean white T-Shirt and dark colored jeans. His hair was a mess and he wasn't wearing his glasses. I just stood there staring at him. I realized my mouth was hanging open, when I snapped it shut my teeth made a sound hitting each other. He laughed a little, "Come in, have you eaten?" "Yes, thank you. Have you eaten?" I could smell freshly made food. It smelled like spaghetti. "Just got done," I followed him into what looked like his living room. It was very tidy except for the papers spread out across his coffee table. "I tried to come before it got too dark," He looked at me a little confused. "My truck? You said you would look at it." Oh sqeeuzed his eyes shut, "Oh yeah." He seemed mad, "I'm sorry I can come back another time." "No no no you're fine. Just give me a moment" he walked out of the room and I was standing in the middle of the living room. I took my jacket off and was only in a tight gray tank top and baggy shorts. I walked over to his bookshelves, running my finger over the spins of the book. Trying to imagine him in his glasses hunched over the books. I didn't hear him come up behind me, but I felt him breathing down my neck. My cheeks were burning as I slowly turned around to look at him. I could see his chest moving sharply up and down as he drew in every breath and let it out. His hands skimmed the bottom of my jaw and reached behind my neck tilting my head up. I closed my eyes before he even had his lips on my. It was so soft and he was warm. He grabbed both sides of my face now and kissed me deeper. I grabbed his shirt at the sides to keep myself from falling back. He started to leave a trail of kisses from my chin to my neck and then my chest. My hands instinctively fist his dark black hair and he kept kissing. My tank top was tucked in to my shorts but that didn't stop him. He pulled them up from my shorts and started kissing my tummy. I hummed to myself, still fisting his hair I watched him kiss down to my hips. He looked up at me as his hands hovered over my shorts buttons. I bit my lip and nodded to what he was silently asking me. He smiled and started to unbottoning my shorts. His bresth was hot against me. He pulled my shorts down over my ass and helped me step out of them. Lightly pushing me against his book case he lifted my left leg and started kissing me through my panties. With one finger he runs it along the side of my panties pushing it over so its open to him. I hold my breath and he licks me up. My legs start to shake and he stands up. Lifting me with him he walks across the hall to his room and puts me down on his bed. "You're so beautiful." He kisses the inside of my thighs and starts to pull my panties down. "Wait," I put my hands over my mouth before I realize I even said it out loud. He rests his chin on my tummy and stares at me. I dont know what to say! What do I say? "What about my truck?" What the fuck!?! He startes laughing against my tummy. How is that turning my on, he kisses my hips and slowly slides my panties back on. I'm such an idiot. He sits on the edge of the bed and I sit up to sit next to him. "I'm sorry, Steven." I stare at my hands. "I really do want to but-" "-but we don't know each other very well. I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself" he looks at me hungry and I almost gush right there. Biting my lip he brushes my cheek staring at my mouth. "Lets go look at YOUR truck."