Dr. Eloise Vandenberg massaged her neck as she searched the scene below her top floor perch at the Citadel, one of the world’s foremost military colleges. Bumper to bumper in Charleston blocked a flashing ambulance as evening rainstorms erupted. If you were a war strategist but didn’t want the confines of the military like Eloise, this was the club you longed to be in. And if you had a taste for war game experimentation that touched on the sadistic, this was a place to practice your craft with a veneer of credibility.
As a professor, Eloise taught, researched, and was fucking bored most of the time. True, there was never a dearth of work or ideas. Hell, she’d formulated a defense plan the Marines were adapting. If it worked, the implications were endless. Yet she missed the old days. The adrenaline rushing through her veins. Existing with zero rules imposed upon her. These people had no idea what it was to live freely, with no constraints.
The ring of her desk phone jolted her from her reverie as a wall of driving water splattered the window. “Vandenberg,” she answered, her voice formal and deep into the receiver.
“Hey Vandie! It’s Hal.” She despised this personal nickname her boss had devised. He seemed tickled every time he used it.
“Hello Henry.” Running her red manicured nails through waved auburn tresses she wondered what it would be this time. How many beats did he take to answer? She waited..four..five..six… Maybe dementia really was setting in. She remembered the days when she waited for no man.
Rustle of papers on a desk then, “Listen, I got a student interviewing for the graduate program. Everything’s run late today. Mike was supposed to take him next, but he wants to meet you cause of your research. Would you talk to the kid?”
Fuck. The last thing she needed was another graduate student to mentor. More teaching responsibilities on top of her workload. It was a good thing she naturally didn’t need sleep. If this kid was interested in her and wanted to interview, she knew where it was going. The last three grad students she took in entered this way. Granted they’d satisfied her very specific needs but still.
Henry broke the silence. “Interview him. You don’t have to take every pretty face that comes your way, now do you Vandie?”
I never have Henry. You just don’t know it. “Fine. Send him over but you owe me.”
“Let them keep piling up. I won’t mind paying.” Click.
Rolling her eyes, Eloise laughed at the elderly man’s audacity. She retrieved a lipstick from her laptop case and approached the full-length mirror on the back of her office door. A precision reapplication of cranberry to full lips was followed by a smoothing of tight lapis lazuli blue silk over ample curves. Her exterior modulated to that of an active middle-aged woman who took great care with her appearance.
Contented, she opened the door to sit askew and returned to her computer screen. With cursor pressed, she scrolled down row upon row of raw data, the numbers flashing so they blurred silvery white. Her immediate absorption of information allowed her to formulate trends and discern anomalies long before statisticians could slog through it.
A solid knock on her door and from silvered white data she turned to see a young man staring at her. His eyes a bright arresting blue. His handsome youthful face was framed in silver blond curls. A breath caught in her throat.
“Are you THE Dr. Vandenberg?” he asked as the young man made his way in, extending his hand out for a firm shake.
“That’s me.”
His hand sliding into hers felt good, but she was fooling herself. It always started this way. She could feel that little spark of electricity as their skin touched. His hand grasping hers tightly. The flattery never failed to make her flutter regardless the source.
“Close the door and sit down. Tell me your name.”
“Patrick Nolan. I’ve read your work.”
“A lot of people do. That’s the point of publishing it,” she said.
“I’ve done some of my own. May I show you?”
After a regal nod of her head, he dug into his messenger bag and withdrew papers outlining his own research along with his grad school app and handed them over. Eloise took both with a boulder of salt but as she read, her jaw grew slack. She asked what school he went to and whose strategy team he worked with. A quick google search to confirm and she was around the desk sitting beside him and the two were pouring over Patrick’s ideas.
“How did you get involved in this kind of research? This sort of strategic thought exercise? I could understand a summer internship project, but you’ve accomplished so much work already!” she said.
“I’m fascinated by puzzles, especially the unsolvable ones. I get obsessed and need to figure things out. Is that why you do it too?” he asked.
Eloise touched his forearm, her fingers making an infinitesimal stroke. Her curiosity piqued by this new brainteaser before her. “Honestly, I just like trying to achieve the hardest things possible.”
“I admire people who are smart enough to solve the grueling problems.” Patrick looked down at the papers spread out on her desk before looking into her eyes. “I think your work is brilliant. You’re the whole reason I applied here.” His voice was quiet, like he was confessing his deepest secret. He reached his hand to cover hers. At the contact she started to pull away, but he twined his fingers with hers.
“Don’t,” he said. “Here. Let me show you something.” He unbuttoned his dress shirt, slipped his hand in, and pulled out a multicolored stone hanging from a chain around his neck. He placed it in her hand. “Someone special gave this to me. I never take it off.”
The warmth of his body seeped from the stone into her fingers, sending tingles up her arm. Lightheadedness flooded her as she studied the beaming glints off the prismatic talisman then turned to him in confusion. A tsunami of thoughts struck at the walls of her mind, shouting, screaming through her. A second or two more of brutal cacophony until his hand came up to caress her cheek as he pulled the stone away. Then her body relaxed. Her mind became soothed. The touch of his fingertips along her skin eased her, allowing any remaining qualms to disappear.
“You want me to kiss you, don’t you?” he asked.
“God yes,” she said.
She slid her hands up his shoulders as their lips came together. He pressed against her; his mouth passionate as his tongue searched to enter her. She met him willingly, their tongues tangling as their bodies were drawn to one another. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper into him. Patrick’s hands explored her silken curves, pulling her closer until he broke the kiss.
“Show me how you love young cock,” he demanded.
Eloise nodded and with care went to her knees. Taking her time to allow his anticipation to grow. It would be a once in a lifetime chance for a boy like him to feel the lips of a goddess kiss the tip of his cock. Which is what she did once she unzipped his suit pants.
His long thick member sprang into her hands as she looked up into his eyes with her own emerald ones. He moaned as she kissed the very tip then swirled around the young warrior’s crown with her tongue, making sure to play along his slit as she did. His changes of breath as she toyed with him fed her aching pussy. She tongued him round and round until she focused on the most sensitive spot on his underside making him gasp.
She just smiled, running that smile up and down against the velvety skin of his shaft before running her tongue along his length making him squirm. She cradled his balls as the queen worshipped her subject. It won’t be much longer now she judged from how he’d tightened. But then his hands came up. His fingers threaded through her hair, making her feel adored in return until he gripped harder. He grabbed fistfuls of hair now and controlled her head, guiding her back to suck his cock, making it clear to her what he wanted.
She suctioned him in. The sweet boy was close to losing control, she could tell. It had always been satisfying to bring men to an edge and see how long it would take them to lose control. Especially these young ones. It was delicious to drive them wild so quickly. If she were in a particularly naughty unkind mood, she might take her mouth away unexpectedly. If she knew the young warrior well, it was something she relished inflicting.
Gain his trust.
Bring him to the edge.
Deny.
Over and Over.
Then eventually reward the sweet one and send him off to battle. Though that had been mostly the old days. But this young one? She didn’t have the heart. Even though they may have only met, he touched something deep inside her. An unknown connection existed that she wanted to explore with him. And she wanted more of this gorgeous cock, that she knew instinctively.
His hands gripped her head tight and in the space of a heartbeat her reality fractured. He was now fucking her mouth and she melted inside. Her pussy ached and sliding a hand past her pantyhose, into her black lace panties, she found herself soaked. She’d longed for a man who could raise this kind of excitement in her. Rubbing a finger around her clit, it swelled beneath her touch, sending Eloise close to her own edge. In the millennia she existed, few men ever took the lead. Few had the bravery to consider trying. Yet this one didn’t even think. He just did and it sent her into a wealth of ecstasy.
