Princeton Secrets

Water Under The Bridge

..:FlashBack:..

Indy walked into his house, setting his briefcase on the ground. Hanging his soaked coat and fedora on the nearby coat rack and shaking off the cold, he crossed the foyer into his living area. Sighing loudly, he poured himself a bit of brandy into a nearby dirty snifter, which left a ring on his side table. 

'Was she trying to kiss me?'  the thought crossed his mind as he brought the glass to his lips. 'No couldn't be. Your male ego is getting the best of you Jones.' he walked around the table and plopped down on his couch. Utilizing his free hand to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, his head fell back onto the couch.

 'She's a student Jones, you've had a lot of gorgeous women in your classroom, why is this one so different?  So what if she has the biggest most beautiful captivating brown eyes you've ever been lucky enough to glance upon and her lips..'  his thoughts trailed on, sliding his hand down his face before taking another swig. 'It's just attraction. Pull yourself together. You know by how she speaks and carries herself that she isn't like these young inexperienced girls that pass through your door.' 

Indy finished his drink and got ready for bed. He lay in bed tossing and turning most of the night, dreaming of the new student. He lay there, his manhood throbbing against the cool sheet covering his naked body. Reaching down he closed his hands around his erection, slowly rubbing his length. 

He was imagining her mouth around him, taking all of him. His pace quickened as he pictured what he thought her body would look like bare in front of him, waiting for him to take her. "Fuck," he groaned. The pressure began to rise, his grip tightened and he became even more frantic with his motions. He reached a climax, groaning her name just in time for the alarm clock to ring.

Grumbling he got up, he pulled the top sheet off the bed and into the nearby laundry bin before making his way to the bathroom to get ready for his first class. Indiana wore a light grey suit. The day he was dragged on like normal. Finally, he walked into his last class, after taking a smoke break to clear his thoughts.

 He walked into his lecture hall, looking around at the familiar faces, looking for her. His heart sank when he didn't see her at first, but then he saw her in the last seat in the far right corner of the room. She gave him a soft smile, causing a flush to rise to his cheeks. He continued with his class, catching glimpses here and there.  

The class was concluded and Y/N walked down the stairs toward the front of the class, being the last one. Indy was packing his bag, "So, what did you think of your first official class with me?"

She paused a moment, twisting her lips, "Motivational."

"Wow, that's a compliment."

"It's true. It wasn't like the other," She paused, "Well honestly... boring classes I've had today."

"Boring?"

"Yes, Professor Winthroph's class is a snore."

"Well the man is rearing the triple digits, I think he forgets what he's teaching most days."

"You may right on that accord."

"What was so motivating about my class? If you don't mind me asking?"