Fighting to keep the flush from her cheeks, she dropped her gaze to her fingers curled around the steering wheel and nodded in acknowledgment of his words.
"Thank you, Professor."
Shifting into gear she dared a quick and furtive glance at him, before nodding and pulling out of the parking lot.
The apartment was blessedly quiet when she got home she went to take a long hot bath as Professor Jacob had instructed, and then crawl into bed.
Mortification lanced through her, weakening her still shaking knees as she thought of him and the fact that he had seen her practically naked. She had only taken a couple of his classes so far, but she had admired him professionally for years.
She did not how she was ever going to face him again knowing that he had seen more of her than anyone else ever had. She wished that the ground would just open up at her feet and swallow her whole. He must have thought that she was just another insipid girl being ruled by her hormones.
'Maybe I am as foolish as all the other girls.'
She thought as she moaned aloud in regret and buried her face in her hands.
"I am such an idiot!" She cried in the otherwise silent room.
She paused regally in the middle of the living room to stretch and yawn before making his way over to rub against her legs.
Reaching down to scratch him behind the ears she sucked in a harsh breath between her teeth as the movement brought the dull ache between her legs back up to sharp pain. Startled, he shot back into the bedroom in a black and white streak only to peer at her from the doorway moments later, his large green eyes almost luminescent in the light from the living room.
Instantly she thought of another pair of eyes that had gazed at her in disapproval and she felt her shoulders slump in misery.
Dropping her keys in the small glass dish on the counter she moved into the kitchen. Taking a clean glass from the cupboard by the sink she poured herself a glass of cold water to quickly wash down a couple of the medicine that Professor Jacob had given her.
Leaving her empty glass in the sink she went back into the living room, shrugging out of her jacket and letting it drape over the back of the couch as she made her way towards the bathroom.
Flipping on the overhead light she stepped into the nicely sized bathroom and turned on the water for the tub before setting the stopper in place, biting her lip to stifle the moan of pain that the movement caused.
Unbuttoning her shirt and shimmying out of her jeans she dropped them in the dirty laundry hamper beside the door. Her bra joined them seconds later but she paused as she removed her underwear and found the dark bloodstain in the crotch.
A shudder of revulsion rippled through her, fresh tears threatening once again. Wadding her underwear up into a ball she buried them in the bathroom trash beneath a concealing layer of tissues.
Snagging a lobster clip she swept her hair up into a messy bun and turned off the water in the now full bath. Slipping slowly into the bath her breath rushed out in a hiss of both pain and relief as the almost too hot water flowed over her. Stretching out she slid down into the tub until the bubbles tickled her chin and the heat of the water caused the tendrils of hair around her face to curl and cling to her skin.
Closing her eyes she tried to focus on the heat of the water and let everything else drift away on the fragrant steam, but those penetrating eyes and the look of disappointment reflected in them kept floating to the surface of her mind. Shaking her head and drawing in a deep lungful of hot, moist air she pushed the thought of Professor Jacob's eyes away, sinking deeper into the water until she was submerged almost to her nose.
She tried again and again but could not erase the picture of his eyes, and the displeasure shining in them. Shaking her head in frustration she pushed herself up in the bath tub, baring her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.
Retrieving a clean washcloth and bar of soap from the small shelf built into the wall beside the tub she began washing her body. Starting with her face she washed away the last of the grime from her earlier tears and smudged makeup, relishing the feel of the slightly rough yet warm cloth against her cheeks.
Goosebumps rose along her arms as she continued down to her neck and shoulders, willing her tense muscles to relax. Brushing the cloth over the tops of her breasts she was surprised by the wanton sigh that flowed over her lips, the heat that filled her cheeks, and the tightening in the pit of her stomach. The thrill of arousal that coursed through her was unexpected given the events of the day, and the dull ache that still lingered between her legs. But there was no denying her body's very obvious and ardent reaction.
Biting her lower lip she continued to wash her breasts, her nipples tightening into stiff pebbles as she brushed the rough cloth over them. Daring to pass over them again she moaned out loud as Professor Jacob's gleaming green eyes drifted into her thoughts once more.
While she knew that her initial feelings of respect for him as a talented artist and knowledgeable professor had at some point morphed into the beginnings of attraction, the heat that shot through her at that moment felt like something far more powerful than a simple schoolgirl crush.
Abandoning her breasts for the moment she let the warm cloth glide down first one arm and then the other before moving over to wash her stomach. She quickly squashed the memory of the blood that had been smeared across her skin, and instead focused on the rough feel of the cotton against her skin that seemed to set fire to her nerve endings.
She slowly circled her belly button, hesitating for only a moment before dipping lower, her fingers grazing the top of her pubic hair. The sensations her actions were stirring up were not completely foreign, she was not that innocent, but she had never felt her arousal rise to the surface so quickly and with such vengeance. She was already fast approaching the precipice of climax and had yet to touch herself down there.
Easing back down into the soothing heat of the water she let her eyes slide closed, her fingers parting her pubic hair to gently brush against her sex. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat, her blood instantly pounding through her veins.
She easily found the little nub of pleasure at the top of her mound, already swollen and aching to be touched. The first gentle sweep of her fingers across her clit caused her spine to bow and her breath to hiss between her teeth.
"Holy crap!" She exclaimed when her fingers danced over her sweet spot.
Cupping the heavyweight of her breast with one hand she rolled the stiff peak between her fingers.
With slow motions, she continued to rub her clit in small circles. The lingering ache kept her from slipping a finger inside, but as her heartbeat thundered in her ears she knew she would not have any trouble reaching the peak of climax.
Biting her lower lip and closing her eyes she thought again of Professor Jacob's, his gaze locked onto her, full of smoldering heat and spine-tingling promise. She imagined the ghost of his touch sliding across her shoulders and then lower to tease along the tops of her breasts. Her fingers danced across her skin, tugging and stroking at an ever-faster pace until she felt all of the muscles in her body grow taut as a bowstring, her back arching up off of the porcelain of the tub.
Light exploded behind her closed lids. A kaleidoscope of colors swam across her vision as the world shattered and reformed around her, her orgasm ripping through her as cries of ecstasy echoed in the bathroom. When her orgasm finally faded she sagged back down into the water, feeling boneless and sleepy.
Stroking lazily over her clit, she prolonged the feeling of warmth between her legs that created a delicious counterpoint to the dull ache that had almost completely faded.