I realize this is a very long read. For those of you with ADHD, skip to part II for the sucking and fucking. :lol The Good Girl Leila had always been a "good girl." She was an honor student in school, never gave her parents any problems, didn't drink, smoke, or swear. While her friends were going to parties, drinking and screwing like rabbits, she was home helping her mother around the house or volunteering to do charity work for her church. Leila never had a boyfriend. It's not that she wasn't an attractive girl, in fact most would call her beautiful, with her long blonde hair, green eyes, and near perfect body, but she lacked the social skills to interact with the opposite sex. When a boy at school would try to make eye contact her, she would look away, making herself as unapproachable as possible. Early in her high school years she got the reputation of being a stuck up snob that thought she was too good for the boys.This did not trouble her, as she led a very busy life and was happy with things as they were. Due to her good grades and charity work, Leila was offered scholarships from many colleges. She chose an all-girls school within easy commuting distance to her home. She could have gone anywhere, but she wanted to be there for her aging parents and did not want the distraction of boys in her classes. She looked forward to the challenge of college level courses and was confident she'd do well. Her first day of classes was hectic and nerve-wracking for her, but Leila enjoyed it just the same. At the start of each new class she would make sure she sat at the front of the room so she could focus better on the professors. Her first three classes were all taught by women, but her fourth was taught by a man. Normally, she would hardly notice the looks of her male teachers in high school, but this professor was different. He was tall, over six feet, she guessed, with jet black hair and the body of a swimmer, with broad shoulders and long, lithe, arms and legs. She noticed those features, but it was his steel blue eyes that really drew her in. She had never seen such eyes, the way they looked almost grey when he looked directly at her, but when viewed from the side were most definitely blue. As she looked at him, she felt all fluttery inside, and when he opened his mouth to speak she inhaled deeply, almost as if to take his breath into herself. She also drew in his scent as he walked by, telling his students what would be expected of them during their semester in his class. Normally a very attentive student, Leila had to force herself to listen to his words, so transfixed by the way his mouth moved when he talked that she barely remembered a single one. After class was dismissed, Leila gathered her things and slowly walked out of the classroom, wanting to be the very last to go in hopes that he would notice her; wishing that she would stand out to him, if only just a little bit. He did notice her and stood up from his desk and walked over to her. As she heard him approach, she was tempted to scoot out the door to avoid him, but she stood her ground, trembling slightly. "Is there something I can help you with?" he said, mistaking her dawdling for confusion. "Need help finding your next class?" She felt the heat of a cardinal blush on her cheeks and she sputtered out, "I, um, I ... Can you tell me where the cafe is?" She groaned inwardly, knowing she had just sounded quite lame. He didn't seem to notice and said, "I just happen to be going there myself, care to walk with me?" She looked up at him and for the first time in her life, locked eyes with a man, saying, "Yes, I would like that very much." As they walked they talked about the campus, she asking questions in almost a whisper, he, answering them in his soothing, sexy voice. She was shocked at the ease of which she was able to converse with him; she'd never felt so comfortable with a man before. When the got to the cafe, she was disappointed knowing her time with him was coming to an end. She turned to him and was just about to thank him for his company when he said, "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Leila was usually very conservative and thought things through, but she blurted out, "Yes, thank you, I would love that!" She watched him open the door for her and she stepped inside the crowded cafe. He asked her what she wanted and told her to grab a table for them as he went to place their order. As he stood in line, Leila couldn't help but steal looks at him, admiring his form, especially his tight buttocks under his khakis. She found herself daydreaming about what he might look like under those pants and for the first time something in her quickened; something she had not felt before. As she blatantly stared at him now, quite sure he couldn't see her, she felt a dampness in her panties and an ache from deep within her. She was getting aroused and the feeling, although new to her, was something she could identify without question. She wanted him, plain and simple. She watched as he approached with their coffees, but averted her eyes, feeling the blush return as he got close to the table. He sat down, giving her a broad smile and said, "Did you ever have the feeling you were being watched?" Her face burned. He had seen her staring at him, she just knew it! She shrunk in her seat, not able to speak, when she heard him continue, "It seems that we are soon to be the talk of the campus. Look at them, they can barely pretend to drink their lattes!" He laughed a hearty laugh and his eyes twinkled. She looked around, and indeed they seemed to be the focus of the room. She looked down at her hands and shifted in her seat, obviously uncomfortable with the attention they were getting. Seeing this he said, "Want to give them something to talk about?" Again, there was that twinkle in his eye, as he made a silent dare. She found herself saying, "Sure!" as she giggled, then covered her mouth with her hand, smiling at him with her eyes. He leaned across the table and whispered, "Give me your hand." She offered him her left hand, almost too quickly, and he took it in his own hands, covering it, then bringing it to his soft, full, lips. Feeling the touch of his lips and the heat of his breath, Leila inhaled sharply. Her mind was racing, the thoughts buzzing around in her head like a million bees. What she was doing, or more to the point, allowing to be done to her, was completely out of character. She was shocked at her boldness, at her want for him, at the carefree way he made her feel. "Can we go somewhere more private?" she asked him, shocking herself more than he. Without a word, and not releasing her hand, he rose from his chair, pulling her up as well, then led her from the cafe as the sound of chattering increased in the room. She dared not look around, but she knew they were all staring at the two of them. She felt oddly energized by this, and held his hand tight as they walked through the campus to the staff parking lot behind the library. When they got to his car, he opened the passenger side door for her. She paused, fighting a battle within herself and said, "Mr. Cary, I'm not sure..."